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+Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 13, 1880, by Various
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+Title: Harper's Young People, January 13, 1880
+       An Illustrated Weekly
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: March 11, 2009 [EBook #28304]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 13, 1880 ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Annie McGuire
+
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+
+
+
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+
+
+[Illustration: HARPER'S
+
+YOUNG PEOPLE
+
+AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+VOL. I.--NO. 11. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
+CENTS.
+
+Tuesday, January 13, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
+per Year, in Advance.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: JEANIE AND THE UMBRELLA.]
+
+JEANIE LOWRIE, THE YOUNG IMMIGRANT.
+
+BY MISS F. E. FRYATT.
+
+
+It was early winter evening at Castle Garden, the scores of gas jets
+that light the vast rotunda dimly showing the great hall deserted by all
+the bustling throngs of the morning, save the few women and children
+clustered around the glowing stove, and closely watched by the keen-eyed
+officials who smoked and chatted within the railings near them.
+
+Sitting apart from these, taking no notice of the gambols of the
+children, was a wee lassie of perhaps eight summers, her round, childish
+face drawn with trouble, and her great blue eyes brimful of tears. She
+was evidently expecting somebody, for her gaze was fixed on the door
+beyond, which seemed never to open.
+
+It was little Jeanie Lowrie waiting for her grandfather's return. Old
+Sandy Lowrie, thinking to take advantage of their stay overnight in New
+York to visit his foster-son, who had left Scotland for America when a
+lad, had gone out in the afternoon into the great city, bidding Jeanie
+carefully guard their small luggage--a few treasures tied up in a silken
+kerchief, and Granny's precious umbrella, which was a sort of heirloom
+in the family.
+
+While the great crowd surged to and fro, and the winter sunlight flooded
+the room, Jeanie had been content to watch and wait, half pleased and
+half frightened at the shouts and noises that fill the place on steamer
+day; but when the men, women, and children all went away, by twos and
+threes, save a few, and silence came with the increasing darkness, and
+the dim gas jets were lighted overhead, her heart, oppressed by a
+thousand fears, sunk within her, and she fell to sobbing bitterly.
+
+Now there were not wanting kind hearts in the little groups around the
+stove; for there was Mary Dennett, with her five laddies, going to join
+her husband at the mines in Maryland; and Janet Brown, her neighbor,
+with her three rosy lassies; and Jessie Lawson, with her wee Davie; and
+not one of these three would see a child suffering without offering
+consolation. Kind Janet soon had her folded in motherly arms in spite of
+the bundle and the great umbrella, which the lassie stoutly refused to
+part with for a moment; and Mary Dennett, crossing over to the counter
+on the far side of the room, bought her cakes and apples; while the
+children, not to be outdone, made shy endeavors to beguile her into
+their innocent play.
+
+But to each and all of these Jeanie turned a deaf ear, moaning
+constantly: "I want my ain, ain gran'daddie; he hae gaun awa', an' left
+me alane. Oh, gran'daddie, cam back to your Jeanie!"
+
+The evening wore on into night, and still no Sandy came to comfort
+Jeanie; but there came that great consoler, sleep. Soon she slumbered in
+Janet's arms, and the kind soul, fearing to waken her, held her there
+till the beds for the little company were spread on the floor; then she
+laid Jeanie tenderly down, with her treasures still clasped in her arms,
+and covering her, stooped to print a warm kiss on the round tear-stained
+cheek, not forgetting to breathe a prayer for the missing Sandy's safe
+return.
+
+The snow glistened on the walks and grass-plats of the park without; the
+wind roared down the streets and whistled among the bare branches of the
+trees, and rushing along, heaped up the waters in huge billows, dashing
+them against the great stone pier; men passed to and fro, but Sandy came
+not, for far off in the great city he had lost his way.
+
+In vain he had asked every one to tell him where his foster-son Alec
+Deans lived. Meeting only laughter or rebuffs, he tried in the growing
+darkness to find his way back to Castle Garden, but could not. No one
+seemed to understand him, or cared to; so at last, worn out in mind and
+body, he sunk down on the stone steps of a house, unable to proceed a
+step further.
+
+Bright and early the next morning at Castle Garden the women were roused
+from their sleep, for the beds must be rolled up, and the place cleared
+for the business of the day, and all must be ready for the early train.
+
+In the confusion of preparing the children for breakfast and the
+journey, the women had forgotten Jeanie for the time, till suddenly
+Janet, spying her, with her bundle and her umbrella, standing and
+casting troubled, wistful glances at the door, ran over and brought her
+to where the women and children were drinking coffee from great cups,
+and eating rolls of brown-bread and butter. Seating her in the midst of
+them, she said, "Eat a bit o' the bannock, dearie. Gran'daddie will cam
+back wi' a braw new bonnet for Jeanie, and then we'll a' gang awa' i'
+the train togither."
+
+"I dinna want a bonnet," cried Jeanie; "I on'y want gran'daddie."
+
+"Dinna greet, bairnie; he'll no leave ye lang noo."
+
+But the old man, contrary to their hopes, failed to appear, so there
+rose a troubled consultation among the women regarding Jeanie. They had
+all lived neighbors to the Lowries, a mile or so beyond the dike which
+is a stone's-throw from the duke's palace, near Hamilton; the "gudemen"
+of their families, hearing great reports of the mines in America, and
+the times being hard for miners at home, had gone out to verify them,
+Angus Lowrie among the rest. All four had prospered, and now sent for
+their wives and bairnies. Young Lowrie, however, was doomed to the
+bitter sorrow of never more seeing the bonny wife he had left behind
+him, for a fever had carried her off in her prime; so that Jeanie, her
+bairn, was left to the sole care of her grandfather, who loved her
+tenderly, as the old are wont to love the young.
+
+While the women were in the midst of their dilemma, half resolved to
+carry off the "lane bairnie" privately, lest the officers should
+interfere, the superintendent, seeing some trouble was afoot, came over
+and soon settled the matter, for there was a law on the subject that he
+was bound to obey.
+
+But we are quite forgetting old Sandy all this time. Seeing that he was
+lost, and there was no help for it, that he should sit down in the
+particular spot he did was a peculiar stroke of good fortune, for it was
+the very house he had been seeking, and what was most wonderful, just at
+that moment the door above opened, and down came Alec Deans in time to
+hear Sandy's faint cry, "God help my puir Jeanie!"
+
+Alec Deans had not heard the dear Scottish accent in many a year, so
+straightway that sound went to his very heart-strings, making them
+thrill and tingle with a joy that was as suddenly turned to pain, when,
+stooping down, he found the old man fallen back as one dead.
+
+With little ado--for Sandy was small and thin--he lifted him bodily,
+carried him up the steps, and rang a peal which soon brought his wife to
+the door. Placing the old man on a sofa in the warm sitting-room where
+the light fell on his poor, pale face, Alec Deans in a moment recognized
+his foster-father, and set to work to restore him. The long stormy
+passage, and the trials incident to emigrant life on shipboard, added to
+the fatigue and fright of his night's wanderings, had so told on the old
+man's feeble frame, that after much effort on the part of Alec Deans to
+revive him, he could do no more than move restlessly, murmuring, "Puir
+Jeanie! Puir wee bairnie Jeanie!"
+
+Before he could well tell his story, the most of it became known to his
+foster-son, for the Commissioners, finding he did not return to Castle
+Garden, sending Jeanie weeping away to the Refuge on Ward's Island, and
+notifying the police, advertised the missing man in the papers.
+
+It was on the second day after Sandy's falling into such good hands that
+Alec, reading the morning paper at his breakfast table, saw the
+advertisement describing Sandy to the very Glengarry cap he wore on his
+head when missing.
+
+In short order he made his way to the Rotunda at Castle Garden, told the
+old man's adventure, and obtained a permit to bring Jeanie away from the
+Refuge.
+
+There was an hour to spare before the little steamboat _Fidelity_ would
+start for Ward's Island, so Alec, being a thoughtful man, employed it in
+purchasing a pretty fur hat and tippet and some warm mittens, lest
+Jeanie should suffer from cold, for it was a bitter day to sail down the
+East River.
+
+When Alec, arriving at his destination, was taken into the long
+school-room, and saw the sad pale-faced little creatures bending wearily
+over their lessons, stopping only to lift timid glances to his friendly
+face, as if they would gladly pour out their little hearts to him, he
+was filled with a great pity and a sharp regret that he could not take
+the wee things away with him, and give them each the shelter of as happy
+a home as that in which his own Phemie bloomed and flourished.
+
+"Jeanie Lowrie, step this way; you are wanted," exclaimed a teacher.
+
+Poor Jeanie, as she came reluctantly forward with downcast eyes, looked
+as if she feared some new disaster. Pale and dejected, could this be the
+blooming lassie who so short a time since parted with her grandfather?
+
+"Jeanie," said Alec, softly, "I've come to take you to your gran'daddie.
+Here's some warm things; put them on, and get ready."
+
+"Oh, sir, may I gang awa' frae here to see my ain, ain gran'daddie once
+mair?" cried the lassie, the glow of a great joy dawning on her pale
+face and lighting her eyes.
+
+"Yes, Jeanie," said Alec, brokenly, "home with my Phemie: he's there.
+There, do not cry; the trouble is all over," said Alec, soothingly,
+carrying her away in his arms, and trying to stay the sobs that
+convulsed her small body.
+
+Arrived at Castle Garden, a new surprise awaited him and Jeanie, for who
+should be there, pacing up and down in his strong impatience to see the
+bairnie, but Angus Lowrie. He had left his Southern cottage, which was
+prepared for their arrival, and hastened on to know the fate of Sandy
+and Jeanie. And now he had his darling in his strong arms, and so great
+was his joy that he could do little but press her to his breast, then
+hold her off and look into her eyes again and again, seeing mirrored
+there the eyes of his girl-wife Elsie, whom he had loved with a love he
+would bear to his grave.
+
+And now they must hasten to the dear old father who had braved the
+perils of the wintry deep that he might bring Elsie's one and only
+treasure to her husband, little recking that, far away from kith and
+kin, he should lay his old bones in a foreign land. If sorrow had had
+power to steal the roses from Jeanie's cheek, joy planted new and fairer
+ones there; and never did a brighter light dance in the blue eyes than
+when, a little later, with a soft sound of rapture, she flung her arms
+around Sandy's neck, crying, "My ain, ain gran'daddie, ye s'all never,
+never leave me ony mair!" Jeanie's presence did more to set old Sandy on
+his feet again than all the physic in the world; so in a few days the
+happy trio were whirling off to the mining village in Maryland, where
+they are living and prospering to-day.
+
+
+
+
+LADY PRIMROSE.
+
+BY FLETCHER READE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+  "As it fell upon a day
+  In the merry month of May."
+
+It was a long, long time ago that it happened--so long, in fact, that
+most people have forgotten all about it--but once upon a time, as the
+old, old stories tell, there lived in the village of Hollowbush an old
+woman and a little girl.
+
+And other people lived there too; but that does not concern us. The old
+woman, plain and brown and wrinkled though she was, was the wisest and
+kindest old lady anywhere to be found, which is reason enough for her
+being in the story; and as for the little girl, you have already guessed
+that she is Lady Primrose; but how she came to be Lady Primrose is what
+makes the story.
+
+The village of Hollowbush was as pretty a place as you would care to
+see--a quiet, quaint little town, where the grass ran up and down the
+streets in a wild, free way it had, to which no one thought of
+objecting; but as year after year went by, and the little girl who lived
+there grew older without, unfortunately, growing wiser, she became so
+tired of Hollowbush and its grass-grown streets that she was almost
+ready to run away.
+
+"If I were only rich," she was constantly saying to herself, "then I
+might go where I chose."
+
+Now it came to pass that one day in the merry spring-time, when the
+world is so sweet and fragrant that you can hardly put your nose
+out-of-doors without feeling as if you had tumbled head-foremost into a
+huge bouquet, this little girl sat by the open window, wishing and
+wishing with all her might that she were rich.
+
+"For then," she said to herself, "I could have a diamond necklace; and
+perhaps," she added, aloud, "I might have a jewelled coronet, like a
+queen."
+
+Just then the wise old woman of Hollowbush, who had the amiable
+peculiarity of appearing just when people most needed her, stopped
+before the window, and said, as she looked up at her young friend, "You
+were wishing for a diamond necklace, my child. What would you do if I
+should tell you of a country where diamonds are as plenty as flowers are
+here?"
+
+"What would I do?"--and the child laughed at the idea of there being but
+one thing she could do.
+
+"I would go to it at once, and fill my hands with the shining, beautiful
+things. But you don't mean that there really is such a place," she
+added, after a pause.
+
+The old lady smiled, and said, "If you really love gems better than
+anything else in the world, I can tell you where to find all and more
+than all you want."
+
+"That would be impossible," answered the child. "I could never have more
+than enough. But what a beautiful country it must be! Do tell me where
+to find it."
+
+Still smiling, this wonderful old lady, who knew all manner of strange
+secrets, called the child to her, and having whispered in her ear,
+pointed in the direction of the woods just beyond the village.
+
+The girl's face looked serious, as if she were perhaps a little
+frightened at what the old lady had told her; but if she could get all
+the jewels she wanted, it was worth more than one fright, she thought;
+so off she started without a word.
+
+The shy little blossoms that hide their faces from the sunlight grew
+here and there in the woods.
+
+White star-flowers and purple hepaticas nodded on their slender stems,
+while the crimson and white wood-sorrel fairly ran wild, creeping in and
+out through bush and brier, like a host of fairies in striped
+petticoats.
+
+"A nice place enough," said the child, tossing her head, "for those who
+know of nothing better; but I can't stop to admire such simple things.
+Gems and jewels are the only flowers I care for."
+
+The shadows were growing longer and deeper all around her, for the sun
+was almost down, and as she looked up through the trees she could see
+the pale face of the young moon peeping down at her through the
+branches.
+
+"Oh, if the wise old woman had only come with me!" said the child, in a
+whisper. The shadows took on strange, ghostly shapes, and the tall
+pine-trees, so high that their topmost branches seemed to rest against
+the sky, sang softly and slowly and all together,
+
+"Take care--take care--oh--oh--ough."
+
+She had never realized before how full of sounds the stillness of the
+deep woods may be, and it seemed to her as if the rustling of the leaves
+and the singing of the wind were strange unearthly voices calling out to
+her and warning her to go back. But in spite of the rustling leaves and
+the mournful sighing of the pines the little girl hurried on. Perhaps,
+just because of them, she hurried all the faster, for she felt quite
+sure that she was nearing the place to which she had been directed. And
+in a few moments she saw just before her the gray moss-grown rocks piled
+one above another which the wise old woman of Hollowbush had described,
+and heard far below the rushing and tumbling of a brook.
+
+Surely I must have been deceived! she thought.
+
+Here was no strange country sown with jewels, but simply a rocky ravine,
+where ferns waved in the wind, clinging to the rocks, and catching the
+spray from the water as it bubbled and hissed and fell in a snowy pool
+below.
+
+"This can't be the place," said the child, as she looked around; "but
+while I am here I may as well see what it is."
+
+So she clambered over the loose stones and decaying logs till she
+reached the level of the stream, and there, strangely enough, scattered
+among broken bits of granite, were small bright stones of a deep
+wine-color. "These are not diamonds," she said to herself, "but they are
+too pretty to lie neglected here, whatever they may be."
+
+She gathered them one by one, tying her handkerchief into four knots at
+the corners for a basket; and so absorbed was she that she had quite
+forgotten the weird shadows and the strange noises in the wood, until
+she was startled by a voice close beside her.
+
+Her heart gave a sudden bound, as if it were going to jump away from her
+without so much as saying by your leave, and turning quickly, she saw,
+not the old woman--although the voice had sounded curiously like
+hers--but a quaint pale-faced little man, with small faded-looking blue
+eyes that blinked in the moonlight as if the brightest of June-day suns
+had been shining upon him.
+
+[Illustration: "SO YOU ARE FOND OF GEMS, MY LITTLE MAIDEN?"]
+
+"So you are fond of gems, my little maiden?" said the small man, in a
+small thin voice, winking and blinking good-naturedly as he spoke.
+
+The child stood staring at her companion, too much astonished to answer
+him a word, for she, nor you, nor I, I believe, had ever seen such a
+curious being before. He was so small that she could have tucked him
+under her arm and run away with him, but his pale blue eyes had a
+strange light in them, like nothing seen above the ground, and she might
+have gone on staring at him from that day to this if her handkerchief
+had not slipped from her fingers, letting her stones roll here and there
+over the ground, whereupon she uttered a low cry of disappointment.
+
+"Oh, never mind those," said the little man, smiling; "they are nothing
+but garnets. Just come with me, and I will show you stones a thousand
+times more beautiful."
+
+"So you live in the country where gems grow instead of flowers?" said
+the child, recovering her voice and her self-possession at the same
+time.
+
+"Yes," he answered; "I am the keeper of the gate, and if you will come
+with me, I will show you more beautiful things than any you ever dreamed
+of."
+
+This invitation was just what the child wanted, and she followed the
+gate-keeper without another word.
+
+What a strange place it was, this country of his into which he was
+leading her! It was so dark that she could see nothing but gleaming
+lights shining through the darkness, red and yellow and green and
+crimson, like tiny magic lanterns hung at intervals high above her head
+against the wall.
+
+She began to perceive that they were going deep down under the earth,
+and she shivered, partly with cold and partly with fear, as she stepped
+carefully and slowly over the uneven path down which she and her guide
+were descending.
+
+"Is it far we have to go?" she asked at length, rather timidly.
+
+"Oh no," answered her companion. "This is simply a long corridor that
+runs through the base of the hills, but we have almost reached the end
+of it. In a few moments I shall lead you into the presence-chamber of
+the king."
+
+"The king!" echoed the child, hardly knowing whether to be frightened or
+pleased. "And am I to go before a king?"
+
+"Yes, yes," laughed the little man. "You don't suppose we are a people
+without a king?"
+
+As he spoke he knocked three times against the wall, and a voice from
+within called out, "Who's there? who's there? who's there?"
+
+"Aleck the gate-keeper," answered her companion, and immediately a door
+flew open.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+WILD-BOAR HUNTING IN JAPAN.
+
+BY WILLIAM ELLIOT GRIFFIS.
+
+
+[Illustration: SPEARING A WILD BOAR.--FROM AN ORIGINAL JAPANESE
+DRAWING.]
+
+Winter is the harvest-time of the Japanese hunter. The snow-covered
+ground is a great tell-tale, and the deer, bears, rabbits, and wild hogs
+can be easily tracked. Though the Japanese hunter often uses a matchlock
+or rifle, his favorite weapons are his long spear and short sword. He
+covers his head with a helmet made of plaited straw, having a long flap
+to protect his neck, and keep out the snow or rain. His feet are shod
+with a pair of sandals made of rice straw, his baggy cotton trousers are
+bound at the calves with a pair of straw leggings, and in wet weather he
+puts on a grass rain cloak. To see a group of hunters stalking through
+the forests in Japan, as I have often seen them, reminds one of bundles
+of straw out on a tramp.
+
+I once enjoyed a dinner of fresh boar-steak at the house of a famous
+Japanese hunter named Nakano Kawachi, who lived in a village at the top
+of a mountain, between the provinces of Omi and Echizen. I had been
+travelling all the morning on snow-shoes through the forests of Echizen.
+The snow was full of tracks of deer, hogs, rabbits, woodchucks, weasels,
+martens, porcupines, monkeys, and ferrets. The hunters were out in
+force, and their shouts made the forest ring with echoes. Our path lay
+through a valley, with rocks on either side.
+
+Just as we were within a mile of a village named Toné, a wild boar,
+closely pressed by a man with a spear, rushed down through the woods,
+and around a huge mass of rocks. The hunter, knowing every inch of the
+ground, sprang round a shorter curve, and reached the path at the end of
+the gully just as the boar at full trot leaped down. Levelling his long
+weapon, with all his might he drove the blade with a terrific lunge
+between the boar's ribs, just back of the heart. So great was the
+impetus of the swift animal that the hunter was nearly taken off his
+feet, while the boar turned a complete somersault. We expected to see
+the blade of the lance snap, or the handle wrench off; but no, steel and
+wood were too true. The boar struggled and rolled over the bloody snow,
+but was helpless to get on his feet again. The hunter quietly drew out
+the steel, wiped it with a bunch of dead leaves, and then, with equal
+coolness, drew his sword and severed the jugular vein of the dying boar.
+
+By this time the hunter's two sons, who had helped to start the animal
+from his lair, came down the hill. Passing two strands of rope made of
+rice straw around the carcass, they inserted a thick bamboo pole under
+the withes. Then swinging the pole over their shoulders, they started
+off on a dog-trot to the village, shouting as they went. We followed
+them, and when near the village gate heard a bedlam of unearthly yells
+and whoops of triumph from all the boys and girls of the village, who
+were proud of their famous hunter. We had entered into conversation with
+him, and learned that his name was Nakano Kawachi.
+
+Our party, at the invitation of the hunter, entered his house, first
+taking off our shoes. We all sat round the fire, which was in a great
+square hearth in the middle of the floor, while the chimney was a gaping
+black funnel in the ceiling. My party consisted of three of my students
+from the government school of Fukui, my interpreter, a brave soldier
+named Inouyé, and my body-servant Sahei. The six mountaineers with huge
+wide snow-shoes, whom I hired for the size of their feet to beat a path
+in the snow-drift for our party, remained outside with the villagers.
+They, with their children, stood in crowds outside to catch a sight of
+me, as they had never seen an American before.
+
+Our host, first unstrapping his sword, carefully wiped and cleansed his
+spear, which he stands on its iron butt in the corner. We all sit around
+the fire, on which turnips and rice are boiling and omelet is frying.
+All around the ceiling from the smoky rafters hang strings of large
+dried persimmons, almost as sweet and luscious as figs. These we munch
+while Nakano cuts tenderloin steaks from half the carcass of a boar
+which he speared the day before. In a few moments seven hungry
+travellers are watching the sputtering, sizzling boar-steak as it wafts
+its appetizing odors everywhere, as it seems, but up the chimney.
+
+"Is this the second wild hog you've speared this winter?" asks Iwabuchi,
+the interpreter.
+
+"No, your honor," answers Nakano; "the snow began to fall ten days ago,
+and this is the eighth hog I have killed; but yesterday I speared my
+first boar this winter."
+
+"How long have you been a hunter?"
+
+"Hai! your honor, ever since I was a boy. I speared my first hog when I
+was fifteen."
+
+"What do you do with the boar's tusks?"
+
+"Hai! your honor, they are the most valuable part of the animal. I sell
+them to an agent of an ivory-carving shop in Tokio, who comes through
+these parts in the spring. The Tokio men carve nétsukés from them. They
+are not as good as ivory, but they do for bimbo [poor men]. My own
+nétsuké is of boar's tusk."
+
+"Meshi shitaku" (rice is ready), cried the housewife, at this moment,
+and conversation was suspended. A little table of lacquered wood a foot
+square and four inches high was set before each man of our party. With
+chopsticks for the rice and knives for the boar-steak, we partook of the
+hunter's fare. The march of eight miles in the frosty air, plodding our
+way through drifts, and stepping on snow-shoes, which furnished good
+exercise for our legs, had made us ravenously hungry. When full, and all
+had said "Mo yoroshio" (even enough) to the polite girls who waited on
+us, we walked out to the front, where a gaping crowd gazed at the
+American white-face, as if they were at Barnum's, and he was the
+Tattooed Man. I rushed at them, pretending to catch the children, when
+they scattered like sheep. In their fright they tumbled over each other,
+until a dozen or more were sprawling on the snow or had tumbled
+head-foremost in the drifts. A smile, and the distribution of some
+sugared cakes of peas and barley, made them good friends again. After an
+hour's rest we bade the hunter, the villagers, and our snow-shoe men
+good-by, and resumed our journey in single file over the mountains to
+Tokio.
+
+
+
+
+SEEKING HIS FORTUNE.
+
+BY MRS. W. J. HAYS.
+
+
+A boy sat whistling on a fence. He was a lad of twelve years, and worked
+at all sorts of odd chores on the river farm, which sent most of its
+produce down to the city on the barges which one sees on the Hudson
+River, headed by little steam-tugs, and which are commonly called
+"tows." This boy, Tom Van Wyck, was a poor boy, and worked hard; he did
+not much care for the beautiful hills which encompassed the winding,
+gleaming river, nor the fair and fertile fields beyond, but he had an
+adventurous and daring spirit, which just now was working up in the
+manner of yeast when it is pushing its way through the mass of unbaked
+bread. All sorts of bubbles were bothering his brain, and foremost was
+the wish to leave his country home, and go to the great city of which he
+had heard so much, but about which he knew little. Aunt Maria, he was
+sure, would never say "yes" to his project. She looked upon the city as
+a great den of thieves, and she did not want Tom to go there; but he was
+tired of being a farm hand, and thought it would be fine to stand behind
+a counter, to wear kid gloves on a Sunday, to be able to buy good
+broadcloth and shining boots--indeed, with one bound to be a merchant
+prince whose grandeur should be the town talk.
+
+He had not very clear ideas as to how all this was to be attained, but
+he knew he could work hard; he had read how many a poor boy had
+struggled up to fame, and he meant to try, anyhow. And now, as he sat on
+the fence whistling, he was considering a plan of action. There was no
+use in being too tender-hearted. He would have to leave Aunt Maria
+without asking permission. True, the little red house by the hill was a
+snug little home, and his aunt toiled hard to make it so; but would he
+not come home to her with silks and diamonds which should so outshine
+her best alpaca that it would only do for common use? Often down at the
+dock he had talked with the men on the boats, but he knew none of them
+other than as Jack and Bill. His proposed plan was to leave some night
+quietly, get on a barge, go to the city, and secure work; then write
+home to Aunt Maria, and make his peace with her. Perhaps if Aunt Maria
+had known all these thoughts, she might have been less harsh when Tom
+scolded about farm-work, and called it drudgery; but she had a scornful
+way of sniffing at him and his ideas, which made Tom more and more close
+and reserved. On this very day, when the momentous project was ripening,
+she had said he was lazy, that "a rolling stone gathered no moss," that
+the "boy was father to the man," and that if all he could do was to
+whistle and whittle, he had better go over to Squire Green's and help
+them shuck their corn.
+
+"Shuck corn! In a week's or a month's time he'd show her what he could
+do."
+
+It was a clear October night, calm and beautiful, and Tom rose softly,
+tied his best suit up in a bundle with a couple of shirts, took off his
+shoes--he had not undressed--slipped down stairs, unfastened the door,
+which, however, was only latched, and crept out into the moonlight. He
+paused to count the few silver pieces in his little well-worn purse,
+took one long look at the red house, and especially at the window where
+little Jane's yellow head was oftenest to be seen--for Aunt Maria was
+mother as well as aunt to these two motherless children--and away he
+went. If he had any qualms of conscience, they were soon forgotten in
+the excitement of the moment. The walk was not a long one to the
+river-side, and he had made a right guess as to the time the night boat
+would land. One by one a sleepy head appeared from the sheds as the boat
+neared the wharf, but despite the moonlight, no one noticed him
+particularly as he slipped stealthily on board, and to his great relief
+the truck was soon shipped, the gang-plank drawn up, and the steamboat
+making its white furrow through the sparkling water. He was too
+wide-awake now to think of sleeping, and after paying his fare, sat down
+to watch the progress of the boat. By-and-by the moon sank, and it was
+dark; the chilly dawn soon came, and then long rows of sparkling lights
+appeared; the tall spires of the town; the masts of the shipping; the
+flitting ferry-boats, each with its green or scarlet blaze of lantern;
+rows of house-tops; docks; wharves; flag-staffs; sheds. This, then, was
+the great city of his hopes.
+
+Now there was a stirring and calling; a rush of men to the work of
+unlading; a heaving of ropes, winding of cables, shouts, curses, the
+rattling of carts on the piers, the tinkle of bells on the cars, the
+roar of escaping steam, the scream of whistles, and the foul smells of
+garbage and bilge-water. He watched the men at their work, he saw the
+passengers come out, with sleepy eyes and sodden faces, and take their
+departure. He too must go--but where? He wandered off the pier in a
+maze. Where should he go? what should he do in all this crowd of strange
+faces? He was hungry, and stopped at an apple stand, where a woman in a
+huge cap and plaid shawl sold him an apple and a molasses cake. He asked
+her if she knew where he could get work.
+
+"Shure an' I don't. It is hard enough to find it for my boy Jim, lettin'
+alone sthrangers."
+
+He went up to a man pitching boxes on a cart, and asked him the same
+question.
+
+"Be off, now! none of your nonsense with me," was the reply.
+
+To a dozen he spoke, and with little variety in the replies.
+
+This was somewhat disheartening, but of course he could not expect
+success at once. He must keep up a stout heart, so on he walked. It was
+a fine clear morning, but the air seemed to him heavy with bad odors,
+and he had never seen such filth as lay in the streets before him. The
+children looked wan and wizened and old, the grown people cross and
+care-worn; but by-and-by the streets improved; he came to the region of
+shops, where it was somewhat cleaner, and now every window attracted his
+gaze. There was so much to look at that he forgot himself until hunger
+again attacked him. One window was most inviting--raw oysters reposing
+in their shells, boiled eggs, salad, strings of sausages, and a juicy
+array of pies. He went in and asked the price of a dinner. "Fifty
+cents," was the reply of a personage whose florid countenance and
+well-oiled locks looked unctuous.
+
+Tom glanced at his purse in a corner. It was all he possessed, so he
+turned away. A little farther on was another window of the same sort,
+only the pies looked drier, and the viands staler; and as an ornament,
+flanked by beer bottles, was a queer, dwarfish-looking man built of
+empty oyster shells. He peered into the shop, and looked so hungry, that
+a man shouted at him in a manner that was not meant to be unkind, but
+which startled him much: "Vat for you comes here, hey? Can you open
+oyshters? Ve vant some one to open two or tree hundert; ve have one
+supper here to-night--the 'Bavarian Brüders' meet. If you can do the
+vork, you may have von goot sqvare meal." Tom hardly understood the man,
+but the gestures aided him, and putting his bundle down, he set to work
+on the cellar steps. Talk of farm-work being drudgery any more! In the
+pure, sweet October air they were gathering apples for the cider-press
+to-day. Tom remembered well what would have been his portion, as he sat
+on the dirty cellar steps and pegged away with his oyster-knife. It took
+him a long while to get the right touch, to clip off the muddy edge of
+the shells, to pry into the bivalve without injury to the luscious
+morsel within, and then to slip it into the big tin pail at hand. He got
+a bad cut in the palm as he did it, but he bound it up with his
+handkerchief, finished his score, and asked the man for his dinner.
+
+"You tink I gif you von plate und knife und fork und napkin; no, go to
+vork at the oyshters, und here is brod a blenty." So he had to take his
+meal as he could get it on the cellar stairs, but he stowed away enough
+to satisfy him before he again started on his travels. The food revived
+his drooping spirits, and he made bold to ask more people for work. Some
+shook their heads without a word; some said, "No, my boy," in a kind
+sort of way that made a lump come in his throat; others told him to go
+to the place assigned to evil spirits; and others again stared at him
+and passed on. This was not very promising. It was now late in the day,
+and he was far from the steamboat landing. He knew nobody, and was just
+wondering where he should pass the night, when a boy with a box strung
+by a leathern strap over his shoulder jostled him. He was a rough
+fellow, about his own age, but there was a twinkle in his eye which
+emboldened Tom to speak to him.
+
+"Do you know where I can get any work to do?"
+
+The boy put his fingers aside of his nose, winked violently, and made a
+grimace, but said nothing.
+
+"I'm in earnest," said Tom. "I want work badly."
+
+"Yes, in my eye!" was the response, regarding Tom's more decent apparel.
+
+"Oh, but I do. What is your trade?"
+
+"Now see here, feller-citizen, if you've any idea of comin' on my beat,
+I jist warn ye ye'd better git at once," and he shook his fist in Tom's
+face to make the reply more emphatic.
+
+"But I have not," said Tom, anxiously. "I only want work of some sort,
+and a decent lodging. I'm just from the country, and don't know a soul
+in this town; besides, I've hurt my hand, and it pains a good deal."
+
+"Let's see. I'm a crack doctor on all the fellers' cuts."
+
+Tom unbound his hand, and the youthful Ćsculapius gazed at it with great
+interest.
+
+"That'll knock you up yet," was the comforting diagnosis, with a wise
+shake of the head. "Bad place to git a cut. Jim Jones had one jist in
+that spot, and it festered, and hurt him so he had to go to the
+hospital."
+
+"Pshaw!" said Tom.
+
+"Ye'd better get yer granny to poultice it."
+
+"I tell you I don't know a human being in this city, and I haven't an
+idea where I am going to sleep to-night."
+
+The boy surveyed him doubtfully.
+
+"You might go to the station-house."
+
+"Not if I know it," said Tom, whose visions of grandeur, though dimmer,
+were not to be brought down so low.
+
+"Then there's the Newsboys' Lodging-House."
+
+"Could I get in there? But I don't know the way."
+
+"Come along with me; I'll show yer. I sleep there most o' the time."
+
+This was, indeed, unforeseen good fortune, and Tom embraced it heartily.
+As they walked along, Tim got out of him his whole story; and when it
+was finished, he said to him: "You were a big fool to leave a good home
+and try your luck here. For one that swims, a hundred sinks. Why, half
+the time I'm hungry, and the way we fellers gits knocked about is jist
+awful."
+
+They reached the Lodging-House, and Tom, with his companion's aid,
+registered his name, got his ticket, and secured a bed. He was so tired
+he could hardly speak, and the pain in his hand was increasing. In the
+morning his friend had gone. The matron seeing his suffering dressed his
+hand, and led him on to tell her who he was and what was his errand to
+the city. Kindly and patiently, she pointed out to him the great wrong
+of his beginning, the wickedness of leaving his aunt in ignorance of his
+whereabouts, the mistake of supposing that it was an easy matter to work
+one's way up from obscurity to places of trust and honor; that if his
+endeavors were sanctioned by those in authority over him, and kind
+friends were willing to assist him and procure him occupation, he yet
+would find that it would only be by patient labor and constant effort
+that he could maintain himself, and that larks ready cooked no longer
+dropped into open mouths. All this and more came home to the sorrowful
+Tom with great force, for the dirt and jargon of the city were to him
+very distasteful. His castles were crumbling as he wended his way again
+to the docks. It was a weary time he had to find the boat which would
+carry him back, and it was with a grieved spirit that he found himself
+again at the door of the little red house by the hill. Grieved and weary
+and hungry, Aunt Maria, whose eyes were red with weeping, perceived him
+to be, and with wonderful wisdom she kept down her questions, and
+silently made him comfortable. Little Jane was full of curiosity, and
+more than one neighbor put their heads in to have a word to say.
+
+[Illustration: TOM TELLS THE STORY OF HIS DAY IN THE CITY.--DRAWN BY J.
+HODGSON.]
+
+A year afterward, as Tom, Ned Green, and Jonas were busy husking corn in
+the calm stillness of the fall, when the stacks were all about them,
+like Indian wigwams, and the stubble only of the golden pumpkins was
+left in the field, and the beautiful river wound itself away in the
+distance, bearing all kinds of craft, Tom told them about his day in the
+city, and said he had concluded that the country was good enough for
+him, and he meant to be a farmer all the days of his life.
+
+
+
+
+A GREAT CATHEDRAL.
+
+
+I remember well, when a child, hearing the Cathedral of St. Peter, in
+Rome, spoken of as being so immense that I thought of an ideal cathedral
+little less than a mountain in size, and the dome to be seen only as if
+looking at the stars. When the real cathedral was seen, of course that
+exaggerated idea had then long been tempered to something like the
+reality. Yet it was not without a certain pleasure to find that to get a
+good view, particularly of the dome, it was necessary for me to go from
+it several miles--to the Pincian hill, or a terrace of the beautiful
+Villa Doria-Pamfili. The latter view is one of the finest, as nothing
+else of all Rome is seen. The cathedral stands on the site of Nero's
+Circus, where many Christians were martyred, and where the Apostle Peter
+is said to have been buried after his crucifixion. In the year 90 an
+oratory was built there, and in 306 Emperor Constantine erected a
+church. It was the grandest of that time, and exceeded in size all
+existing cathedrals except two, yet was only half the size of the
+present building.
+
+This cathedral was begun in 1506, and after forty years all the
+foundations were not built. Then Michael Angelo, though seventy-two
+years old, was persuaded to be the architect. His predecessor had wasted
+four years in making a model of the proposed edifice, at a great cost,
+but he, with marvellous energy, completed his model in a fortnight.
+Though the work went rapidly on, he knew he could not live to see his
+cathedral finished, and he patiently made a wooden model of the great
+dome of exact proportions. From this model his idea was carried out.
+Twenty popes came and went, pressing the work to completion; eighteen
+architects planned and replanned, and expended $100,000,000, brought
+from the four quarters of the globe; and a hundred and fifty years
+rolled around before St. Peter's was finished. Sixtus V. employed six
+hundred men, night and day, ceaselessly at work upon the dome.
+
+The cathedral was consecrated on the 18th of November, 1626, the
+thirteen-hundredth anniversary of a similar rite in the first cathedral.
+It covers 212,321 square feet of ground, nearly twice the area of the
+next largest cathedral, that of Milan, which is a little larger than St.
+Paul's, of London. Its length is about equal to two ordinary city
+blocks, its width to that of a short block, and its total height that of
+a long block, or a little less than the height of the Great Pyramid of
+Egypt. The circumference of the base of the dome is such that two
+hundred ten-year-old boys and girls clasped hand to hand would just
+about stretch around it. The dome rests upon four buttresses, each
+seventy feet thick, and above them runs a frieze carved in letters as
+high as a man. Then, one above another, are four galleries, from the
+lower one of which a fine view of the inside of the church can be had.
+
+The little black things seen crawling on the pavement away down below
+are grown men and women. The whole inside of the dome is of
+mosaic-work, and set in this are mosaics of the evangelists--colossal
+figures, you may know, as the pen which St. Luke holds is seven feet
+long.
+
+The roof of the cathedral is reached by means of an easy slope, up which
+one could ride on a donkey. Emerging on the roof, all Rome is seen, the
+country from the mountains, and the blue Mediterranean Sea in the
+distance. The roof holds a number of small domes, and dwellings for the
+workmen and custodians, who live there with their families. But stranger
+still is a fountain fed from the rain caught upon the roof. There we
+would be as high as the top of many church steeples, but away above us,
+like a whole mountain, would rise the dome, with a little copper ball on
+the summit. If our courage and knees did not fail us, we would ascend to
+that ball by staircases between the internal and external walls of the
+dome, and find it large enough to hold a score of persons.
+
+So vast is the cathedral's interior that it has an atmosphere of its
+own--in winter slowly losing the heat of the preceding summer, and in
+summer slowly warming up for another winter. In cold weather the poor of
+Rome go there for comfort, as a Roman winter sometimes brings frosty
+days and ice. A traveller says he once saw a great sheet of ice around
+the fountain before the cathedral, and some little Romans awkwardly
+sliding on it. For the sake of doing what he never thought to do in
+Rome, he took a slide with them. The mosaic pictures, statues, and
+monuments are almost numberless, and the pavement of colored marble
+stretches away from the doors like a large polished field. Formerly, on
+Easter and June 28, the dome, façade, and the colonnades of the
+cathedral were illumined in the early evening by the light of between
+four and five thousand lamps. It was called the silver illumination, and
+is described as having been very grand and delicate. Suddenly, on a
+given signal, four hundred men, stationed at their posts, exchanged the
+lamps for lighted pitch in iron pans fastened to the ribs of the dome.
+Then the dome shone afar as a splendid flaming crown of light.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: TIRED OUT.--DRAWN BY A. B. FROST.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LYNX.
+
+
+An ugly and savage member of the great cat family is the lynx, a
+creature very numerous in Canada and in the wild forests of our most
+northern States. It is found all over Northern Europe as well, and in
+Germany and Switzerland; a smaller variety, called the swamp lynx, is
+also an inhabitant of Persia, Syria, and some portions of Egypt.
+
+The Canada lynx is a beast about three feet long, with a short stubbed
+tail, and might easily be mistaken for a large wild-cat. Its fur, which
+is short and very thick, and of a beautiful silver gray, is much used
+for muffs, tippets, and fur trimming. The lynx is a cowardly beast, and
+seldom attacks anything larger than hares, squirrels, and birds. It will
+sometimes rob a sheep-fold, as the gentle and pretty lambs have no means
+of defense against its terrible claws.
+
+It is very much hunted for its valuable fur, and some years thousands of
+these beautiful skins are sent to market. The ears are very curious,
+having a tuft of bristling hair on the very point; indeed, this ear
+ornament is a distinguishing characteristic of all the varieties of the
+lynx tribe.
+
+[Illustration: LYNX TREED BY DOGS.]
+
+The large and powerful dogs which are found in Canada and the northern
+portions of Michigan, Minnesota, and other border States, where they are
+used as train dogs to drag the mail sledges over vast wastes of snow
+during the winter, are natural enemies of the lynx, and pursue it
+furiously through the snow-bound forests. Their loud barking often
+warns the hunter before he himself catches sight of the game that the
+desired prize is treed, and awaits its fate, with arched back and fur
+bristling, after the manner of an enraged cat.
+
+The Canada lynx is a very stupid beast, and easily trapped--a method of
+catching it generally adopted by the Hudson Bay Company, as in this way
+its beautiful fur is uninjured by bullets.
+
+The European lynx is a much larger, stronger, and more ferocious beast
+than its Canadian brother. Its great hairy paws are like those of the
+lion and tiger, which, strange as it may seem, are also members of the
+pussy-cat family. It lives in wild Siberian forests (where large numbers
+of trappers subsist on the proceeds of its valuable fur), in Norway and
+Sweden, in Switzerland, and also in other countries where wild forests
+exist. Vast numbers roam through the steppes of Asia and the uninhabited
+portions of the Eastern world.
+
+So much is this creature dreaded in Switzerland for its depredations on
+the flocks that the shepherds whose sheep feed on the mountain pastures
+do all in their power to exterminate this cruel enemy of their fold, and
+a prize is offered by the government for every one killed.
+
+Driven by hunger, the European lynx will often attack deer and other
+large animals. A story is told of a lynx in Norway which, much against
+its will, was forced to take a furious ride on the back of a goat. The
+winter had been very severe, and failing to find food in the forests and
+rocky barrens, a young lynx spied a flock of goats feeding among the dry
+stubble of a field. Giving a quick spring, it landed on the back of a
+large goat, with the purpose of tearing open the arteries of its
+neck--its method of killing large animals. But the goat, feeling its
+unwelcome rider, set out at a gallop for the farm-yard, followed by the
+whole herd, all bleating in concert. The claws of the lynx had become so
+entangled in the heavy beard of its intended victim that escape was
+impossible, and the farmer by a skillfully aimed shot put an end to its
+life.
+
+Patience is largely developed in the lynx. It will lie stretched out for
+hours, on a branch of a tree, watching for its prey. If anything
+approaches, it crouches and springs. Should the rabbit or bird escape,
+the lynx never pursues, but slyly creeps back to its branch, and resumes
+its patient watch.
+
+When captured very young, lynxes may be tamed, and have been known to
+live on friendly terms with domestic animals, such as dogs and cats. But
+they are never healthy away from their native woods, and usually die in
+a short time. Even in the wild state the lynx is short-lived, and is
+said rarely to reach the age of fifteen years. In confinement the lynx
+never thrives. Specimens kept in menageries never become friendly, but
+grow sullen and suspicious. Spending the day in sleep, at night they
+walk restlessly up and down their cage, giving vent to hideous howls
+and yells.
+
+The glistening, piercing eyes of the lynx were formerly the subject of
+strange superstitions. In the days of Pliny it was known to the Romans
+by the same name it still bears. Specimens were first brought to Rome
+from Gaul (the country now called France), and so terrible was the
+glaring eye that it was said to be able to look through a stone wall as
+through glass, and to penetrate the darkest mysteries. Hence, no doubt,
+the expression "lynx-eyed," which is so often used to indicate keen and
+sharp watchfulness from which nothing can escape.
+
+
+
+
+THE DEAD-LETTER OFFICE.
+
+BY MRS. P. L. COLLINS.
+
+
+Of course, dear readers, all of you have heard of the Dead-letter Office
+at Washington, and I suppose you have the same vague idea that I had
+until I went there and learned better--that it is a place where letters
+are sent when they fail to reach those for whom they are intended, and
+are thence returned to the writers. Really, now, I believe this is what
+most grown-up people think too; but in truth, it is such a wonderful
+place that I am sure you will be surprised when I tell you of some of
+the things you may find there, and I think when you come to Washington
+it will be one of the first places you will wish to visit.
+
+Probably you have never written a great many letters, and I do not doubt
+that each one had its envelope neatly addressed by your father or
+mother, while you stood by to see that it was well done. I hope, too,
+that in due time your letters had the nice replies they deserved. You
+would have been much disappointed if any of them had been "lost in the
+mail," as people say, wouldn't you? You will not forget your stamp, I am
+sure, after I have related the following incident:
+
+There was once a little girl, only ten years old, who was spending six
+months in the city of New York, just previous to sailing for Europe. Her
+heart was filled with love for her darling grandpapa, whom she had left
+in New Orleans, and she wrote to him twice every week. Her letters were
+in the French language; at least, the one that I saw was, and it began
+"Cher Grandpčre cheri." She said, "I hope that you have received the
+slippers I embroidered for you, and the fifteen dollars I sent in my
+last letter to have them made." But, alas! the package containing the
+slippers had reached the "cher grandpčre cheri," while the letter and
+money were missing. Then this old gentleman wrote to the Dead-letter
+Office, and said that it was the only one of his granddaughter's letters
+he had ever failed to receive; that it could not have been misdirected;
+and his carrier had been on the same route for many years, so he _knew_
+him to be honest; therefore the money must have been mysteriously
+swallowed up in the D. L. O.
+
+What was to be done? Do you imagine the Dead-letter Office shook in its
+shoes?
+
+Not a bit of it. It turned to a big book, and found a number which stood
+opposite the little girl's letter, and then straightway laid hands upon
+the letter itself, and forwarded it to the indignant "grandpčre."
+
+Now why all this trouble and delay, and saying of naughty things to the
+D. L. O., without which he might never have seen either his letter or
+his money? Simply this: the dear child had dropped her letter into the
+box _without a stamp_.
+
+You will be surprised to learn that something over four millions of
+letters are sent to the Dead-letter Office every year.
+
+There are three things that render them liable to this: first, being
+unclaimed by persons to whom they are addressed; second, when some
+important part of the address is omitted, as James Smith, Maryland;
+third, the want of postage. All sealed letters must have at least one
+three-cent stamp, unless they are to be delivered from the same office
+in which they are mailed, when they must have a one or a two cent stamp,
+according to whether the office has carriers or not.
+
+For the second cause mentioned above about sixty-five thousand letters
+were sent to the Dead-letter Office during the past year; for the third,
+three hundred thousand, and three thousand had no address whatever.
+
+When these letters reach the Dead-letter Office, they are divided into
+two general classes, viz., Domestic and Foreign, the latter being
+returned unopened to the countries from which they started.
+
+The domestic letters, after being opened, are classed according to their
+contents. Those containing money are called "Money Letters;" those with
+drafts, money-orders, deeds, notes, etc., "Minor Letters;" and such as
+inclose receipts, photographs, etc., "Sub-Minors." Letters which contain
+anything, even a postage-stamp, are recorded, and those with money or
+drafts are sent to the postmasters where the letters were first mailed,
+for them to find the owners, and get a receipt. From $35,000 to $50,000
+come into the office in this way during the year; but a large proportion
+is restored to the senders, and the remainder is deposited in the United
+States Treasury to the credit of the Post-office Department.
+
+When letters contain nothing of value, if possible they are returned to
+the writers. There are clerks so expert in reading all kinds of writing
+that they can discern a plain address where ordinary eyes could not
+trace a word. For instance, you could not make much of this:
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A dead-letter clerk at once translates it:
+
+  Mr. Hensson King,
+  Tobacco Stick,
+  Dorchester County,
+  Maryland.
+  In haste.
+
+And such spelling! Would you ever imagine that Galveston could be
+tortured into "Calresdon," Connecticut into "Kanedikait," and Territory
+into "Teartoir"?
+
+Recently the Postmaster-General has found it necessary to issue very
+strict orders about plain addresses, and a great many people have tried
+to be witty at his expense. I copied this address from a postal card:
+
+  Alden Simmons,
+  Savannah Township,
+  Ashland County, State of Ohio;
+  Age 29; Occupation, Lawyer;
+  Politics, Republican;
+  Longitude West from Troy 2°;
+  Street Main
+  No. 249;
+  Box 1008.
+  Color, White;
+  Sex, Male;
+  Ancestry, Domestic.
+  _For President 1880, U. S. Grant!_
+
+About once in two years there is a sale of the packages which are
+detained in the office for the same reason that letters are. All the
+small articles are placed in envelopes, on which are written brief
+descriptions of their contents. Any one is allowed the privilege of
+examining them before purchasing. There are thousands of these packages,
+containing almost everything you can think of. I glanced over an old
+catalogue, and selected at random half a dozen things that will give you
+an idea of the endless variety: Florida beans, surgical instruments,
+cat-skin, boy's jacket, map of the Holy Land, two packages of corn
+starch, and a diamond ring--in truth, as the chief of the D. L. O. says
+in his report, "everything from a small bottle of choice perfumery to a
+large box of Limburger cheese."
+
+But there were two things that nobody would ever buy, so this great
+institution was obliged to keep them. One was a horrid, grinning,
+skeleton head, that had been sent to Dr. Gross, the eminent Philadelphia
+surgeon; but the box being nailed so that the postmaster could not
+examine its contents without breaking it, he was obliged to charge
+letter rates of postage, which the doctor refused to pay; consequently
+it found a proper resting-place in the house appropriated specially to
+dead things.
+
+Occupying the same shelf are several glass jars containing serpents of
+various sizes preserved in alcohol. These snakes were received at the
+D. L. O. in two large tin cans, the ends of which were perforated to
+admit air. They were addressed to a professor in Germany. It could not
+be ascertained at what office they had been mailed. There were seventeen
+in all, but some of the smaller ones were dead.
+
+System, punctuality, industry, belong to the Dead-letter Office. It
+seems to embrace every other branch of business, and, as I have shown
+you, even to know how to treat such unwelcome guests as a nest of live
+serpents.
+
+
+
+
+HOW MOTHER ROBIN CALLED A NEW MATE.
+
+BY E. JAY EDWARDS.
+
+
+A friend of mine has a robin's nest that he guards with very great care,
+and about which he tells a story to all the young and old people who
+call upon him.
+
+"There is a romance," he says, as he shows you the nest, "about this,
+and if you want to hear it, I will tell it to you."
+
+"It was a good many years ago," my friend begins, "that this nest was
+made. There came one morning early in April two robins to the big
+fir-tree in front of my window. One of them had, as sure as you live, a
+club-foot, and he hobbled about upon it in a very lively manner, and I
+know that it was this one--Mr. Robin, I call him--that fixed upon the
+precise place for the nest. For he whetted his bill upon a bough a great
+many times, and then he danced upon it with one foot and the other, as
+though trying its strength, and at last he flew up to Mrs. Robin, who
+was standing on the limb above looking at him. My window was open, and I
+heard him peeping the gentlest little song to her that you can imagine.
+Then she jumped down upon the limb, rubbed her bill upon it, and danced,
+while he looked at her, and after she had done these things she sang the
+same little melody. After that they flew away with great speed, and the
+next that I saw of them they were working with might and main, bringing
+twigs, moss, twine, and all sorts of things, until at last they had the
+nest made."
+
+Now my friend, when he gets so far in his story, always stops a moment
+and laughs, though you can not see anything to laugh at. But he looks
+closely at you, and just as soon as he observes the surprise that your
+eyes show, he says: "I ought to say right here that my mother had a very
+choice piece of lace, a collar or something of that sort, that was
+washed and put out upon a little bush to dry on the very day that Mr.
+and Mrs. Robin decided to build the nest in the fir-tree. A great fuss
+was made that evening because the lace collar could not be found, and
+mother wanted the police called, so that the thief might be arrested and
+the collar got back, for that collar was worth, I have heard, a great
+many dollars. But the police never found the thief.
+
+"Now I will go on, with my story," always continues my friend, and he
+generally takes the nest in his hands at this time. "Well, after this
+nest--this is the very one I hold in my hand--was built, you never saw a
+more attentive lover than this Mr. Robin. He would hop about with his
+club-foot, and seem to put his eye right upon an angle-worm's cave every
+time he flew down to the ground, and you might see him from early
+morning to sunset flying back and forth with his mouth full of good
+things for Mrs. Robin, and he would feed her as she sat upon the nest.
+
+"One day he seemed specially excited and happy; you could hear him
+singing in the tree more loudly than before, and I could see from my
+window the cause of his joy. Four yellow mouths were put up to receive
+the dainties he had brought, and then I knew that the little robins had
+come. Well, old Mr. Robin was so excited that he did not see our cat
+stealthily coming, as he was pulling away at a very long angle-worm.
+Pussy had him in her mouth before he could even give a warning cry, and
+the last I saw of Mr. Robin was the club-foot that hung out of Puss's
+mouth.
+
+"By-and-by Mrs. Robin seemed to get hungry, and I heard her uttering two
+strange notes that I had never heard before, and which seemed to me to
+sound just as though she was saying, 'Come here! come here!' Of course
+that was not what she said, but I have no doubt that the notes meant
+just that, and that every robin that might have heard them would have
+understood them as a call for help. But no robin came. It rained all
+that day, and poor Mrs. Robin kept up that cry, and her young ones
+continually thrust their bills from beneath her body, and opened them. I
+could not help them, of course, for little birds would rather starve
+than be fed by any one but their parents.
+
+"Now I am coming to the strangest part of my story," my friend always
+says when he reaches this point. "The next morning was clear, and I
+happened to be up early. Old Mrs. Robin had begun her plaintive call.
+Suddenly I saw a great many robins--not less than twenty, I should
+say--that had come together from some place, and rested upon the
+branches of a great elm-tree that was only a few yards away from the
+fir-tree. Of all the noises I ever heard from birds, those that these
+robins made were the strangest. At last they were quiet, and two of them
+flew off to the fir-tree, and cautiously made their way to the nest.
+Mrs. Robin looked at them, and sang a little trill. One of the visitors,
+with much shaking of his head, sang something in reply, and then the
+other one did the same thing. Mrs. Robin repeated her trill, and then
+she hopped up to the branch above, and sang another note or two, and the
+smaller of the two robins took his place beside her. Then the other
+robin flew away to his companions, and after singing a little, they all
+went off together.
+
+"When I looked back to the nest, Mrs. Robin sat there perfectly quiet,
+and, not more than a minute after, the new Mr. Robin brought a worm, and
+he was from that time until the little ones got their feathers and flew
+off as kind and attentive to Mrs. Robin as had been poor old club-footed
+Mr.
+
+"Now isn't this a pretty love story?" my friend inquires, and of course
+you say it is, and then ask him why he laughed, and what his mother's
+lace collar had to do with it, and he will answer you in this way:
+
+"Look in the nest. See what lies on the bottom, where the little robins
+nestled. I got the nest after they all flew away together, and there in
+the bottom was my mother's lace collar, not good to wear any longer, so
+I have let it stay there ever since. Do you suppose young robins ever
+had such a costly bed?"
+
+
+
+
+CHARLEY BENNET'S GHOST STORY.
+
+BY MRS. MARGARET EYTINGE.
+
+
+  "It is a sin to steal a pin,
+  As well as any greater thing,"
+
+sang little Al Smith, in a loud, shrill voice.
+
+"Very good sentiment, but very poor rhyme," drawled Hen Rowe (whose
+father was a poet), patting the singer's flaxen head in a patronizing
+manner.
+
+"Talking of stealing," said Charley Bennet, dropping the pumpkin he was
+turning into a lantern, "did I ever tell you fellers about the time I
+went down to old Pop Robins's to steal apples, and came back past the
+barn where the horse-thief hung himself years and years ago, 'cause he
+knew the constables--they called 'em constables in those times--were
+after him, and that he'd be hung by somebody else if he didn't? No?
+Here's a ghost story for you, then, and I hope it will be a warning to
+you all never to take anything that doesn't belong to you, 'specially
+apples.
+
+"You see, Billy Evans and I were staying with our folks at the hotel in
+Bramblewood that summer, and about two miles away was Pop Robins's farm.
+He used to bring eggs and chickens and vegetables and fruit to the
+hotel; and, oh my! wasn't he stingy?--you'd better believe it. He
+wouldn't even give you two or three blackberries, and if you asked him
+for an apple, he'd tremble all over. A reg'lar old miser _he_ was, with
+lots of money, and a bully apple orchard. 'Let's go there some night and
+help ourselves,' says Billy Evans, one day. 'Dogs,' says I. 'Only one,'
+says he; 'I know him, and so do you--old Snaggletooth; I gave him almost
+all the meat we took for crab bait the day we didn't catch any.' 'All
+right,' says I.
+
+"But when the night we'd agreed on came, Billy had cousins--girls--down
+from New York, and he had to stay home and entertain them. I don't care
+much for girls myself, and I was afraid they might want me to help
+entertain them too, so I made up my mind to go down to Pop Robins's
+alone. It was a splendid night; the moon shone so bright that it was
+almost as light as day. I scudded along, whistling away, until I got
+within half a mile of the orchard, and then I stopped my noise and
+walked as softly as possible, till I came to the first apple-tree. I
+shinned up that tree in a jiffy (old Snaggletooth didn't put in an
+appearance), filled my bag with jolly fat apples, and slid down again.
+But when I came to lift the bag up on my shoulder, I found it was awful
+heavy to carry so far, and I was just agoing to dump some of the apples
+out, when I remembered all of a sudden that if I cut across the meadow
+to the plank-road, I could get back to the hotel in a little more than
+half the time it would take to go the way I came.
+
+"So I shouldered my load, and was nearly across the meadow before I
+thought of the haunted barn at the end of it. It wasn't a nice thing to
+remember; but I wasn't agoing to turn back, ghost or no ghost, and I
+tried to whistle again, when all at once that thing Al Smith was singing
+just now popped into my head, and says I to myself, 'That's so, Charles
+F. Bennet; you and your chums may think it's great fun to help
+yourselves to other people's apples and water-melons and such things,
+but it's just as much stealing as though you went into a man's house and
+stole his coat.' It doesn't seem as bad when you're going for 'em; but
+when you're coming back, up a lonely road, all alone, at ten o'clock at
+night, a lot of stolen apples on your back, and a haunted barn not far
+off, it seems _worse_.
+
+"All the same, I held on to the apples. And when I faced the barn I
+determined I'd whistle if I died in the attempt; but, boys, I don't
+believe anybody could have told _that_ 'Yankee Doodle' from 'Auld Lang
+Syne.' I tell you my heart jumped when I passed the tumble-down old
+place; but it _stood still_ when, as I marched up the plank-road, I
+heard a step behind me. I wheeled around in an instant, but there was
+nothing to be seen. The moon shone as bright as ever, but there was
+nothing to be seen! 'I must have imagined it,' says I to myself, and I
+walked a little faster, listening with all my might, and sure enough
+pat, pat, pat, came the step after me. Again I wheeled round. Not a
+thing did I see. And again I started on, the apples growing heavier and
+heavier. Pat, pat, pat, came the step. It wasn't like a human step. That
+made it more dreadful. 'It _must_ be the ghost,' I thought; and I don't
+mind telling you, fellers, I never was so frightened in my life. The
+time I fell overboard was nothing to it. I made up my mind, when I
+reached the bridge that crossed a little brook near our hotel, I'd
+streak it (I hadn't exactly run yet, for I was saving my strength till
+the last). But before I got to the bridge, says I to myself--and I must
+have said it out loud, though I didn't mean to--'Perhaps he wants the
+apples.'
+
+"'Apples!' repeated a hoarse voice, with a horrid laugh.
+
+[Illustration: "'THERE IT IS,' SAYS BARNEY."]
+
+"I tell you, boys, those apples flew, and I flew too. Over the bridge I
+went like lightning, and ran right into Barney Reardon, one of the
+stable-men, who was coming to look for me. 'Something has followed me,'
+I gasped, 'from the haunted barn--the ghost!' 'Did you see it?' says he.
+'No,' says I, 'though I turned round a dozen times to look for it. But I
+heard it pat, pat, pat, behind me all the way.' 'And it's behind you
+now,' says Barney, bursting into a loud laugh. I jumped about six feet.
+'There it is,' says Barney, roaring again, and pointing to--Pop Robins's
+tame raven! The sly old thing looked up at me, nodded its shining black
+head, croaked 'Apples!' and walked off. It had followed me from the
+barn, and every time I wheeled quickly round, it hopped just as quickly
+behind me, and so of course I saw nothing but the long road and the
+moonlight on it. But I never want to be so scared again, and if ever any
+of you boys go for anything belonging to other people, don't you count
+me in."
+
+"What became of the apples?" asked Jerry O'Neil.
+
+"If you'd 'a been there I could have told you," said Charley.
+
+
+
+
+THE HOUSE THAT BELL BUILT;
+
+Or, the Sad End of a little Girl's Romance.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Sitting alone in the fire-light's flare,
+  This is the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the garden fresh and fair,
+  Where played the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  These are the peaches sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  Where played the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the great and terrible bear,
+  That ate the peaches sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  Where played the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the prince with noble air,
+  Who killed the great and terrible bear,
+  That ate the peaches sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  Where played the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the wedding beyond compare,
+  In which the prince of noble air,
+  Who killed the great and terrible bear,
+  That ate the peaches so sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  Married the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the house-maid, Biddy McNair,
+  With face so red and arms so bare,
+  Who took the poker without a care,
+  And slew the prince of noble air,
+  Who killed the great and terrible bear,
+  That ate the peaches so sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  And married the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=Flower-Pots for Rooms.=--Fill a pot with coarse moss of any kind, in
+the same manner as it would be filled with earth, and place a cutting or
+a seed in this moss: it will succeed admirably, especially with plants
+destined to ornament a drawing-room. In such a situation plants grown in
+moss will thrive better than in garden mould, and possess the very great
+advantage of not causing dirt by the earth washing out of them when
+watered. The explanation of the practice seems to be this: that moss
+rammed into a pot, and subjected to continual watering, is soon brought
+into a state of decomposition, when it becomes a very pure vegetable
+mould; and it is well known that very pure vegetable mould is the most
+proper of all materials for the growth of almost all kinds of plants.
+The moss would also not retain more moisture than precisely the quantity
+best adapted to the absorbent powers of the root--a condition which can
+scarcely be obtained with any certainty by the use of earth.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=The Advantages of Foreign Tongues.=--In the _Letters of Charles
+Dickens_, recently published, occurs this pleasant child's story: "I
+heard of a little fellow the other day whose mamma had been telling him
+that a French governess was coming over to him from Paris, and had been
+expatiating on the blessings and advantages of having foreign tongues.
+After leaning his plump little cheek against the window glass in a
+dreary little way for some minutes, he looked round, and inquired in a
+general way, and not as if it had any special application, whether she
+didn't think 'that the tower of Babel was a great mistake altogether.'"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX]
+
+
+  VANCOUVER, WASHINGTON TERRITORY.
+
+     Mamma takes the _Bazar_, papa the _Weekly_ and _Magazine_. I have
+     the first and second numbers of _Young People_. I like it very
+     much, but I like "The Brave Swiss Boy" the best. I am ten years
+     old. I saw in your letter to us that you wanted us to write to your
+     paper. I think it must have been very funny to come across the
+     plains in a wagon. I came across from Fond du Lac, Wisconsin (where
+     I was born), in the cars, and not in the long trains of wagons.
+
+     Oro Brown read "Two Ways of Putting It," from the first number of
+     _Young People_, in school last Friday.
+
+     The pets I have are gray and Maltese kittens. I did once have a
+     chicken that would come and eat wheat out of my hand, and fly into
+     my arms.
+
+  JULIA B.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+     I live a little way from Scranton, Pennsylvania, and a friend takes
+     _Harper's Young People_ for me. I have had a great deal of fun
+     trying to draw a pig with my eyes shut. It is very funny to sit
+     down with your eyes shut and try to feed another person with a
+     spoon.
+
+  DAISY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  MIDDLETOWN, NEW YORK.
+
+     I wanted to write to you, and tell you how much I liked your nice
+     paper. I like the story of "The Brave Swiss Boy" best. I live with
+     my grandpa and grandma, who are very good to me, and I love them
+     very much. Please print this, and oblige
+
+  HARRY W. T.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Pretty communications are received from Frederick B., Brooklyn, New
+York; Perkins S., New York city; Annie L., New London, Connecticut; Mary
+E. R., Albany, New York; Mabel L., New York city; and Lottie S. B.,
+Boston, Massachusetts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A. M. S.--As it may interest other young readers, we print the whole
+list of portraits on the United States postage-stamps in use at present,
+as well as the one you require: One cent, Franklin; two cent, Jackson;
+three cent, Washington; five cent, General Taylor; six cent, Lincoln;
+seven cent, Stanton; ten cent, Jefferson; twelve cent, Clay; fifteen
+cent, Webster; twenty-four cent, Scott; thirty cent, Hamilton; ninety
+cent, Commodore O. H. Perry.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+BESSIE G.--Your "Bran Pudding" is excellent, but it came too late for
+use. We shall reserve it for next Christmas, as it is good enough to
+keep.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Correct answers to Christmas Puzzle in No. 8 are received from Charlie
+G. G., Gussie L., Birdie C., J. N. D., Fred A. O., Herbert W. B., Emily
+J. M., Nina B. F., Willie C., Herbert H., Isabella C. Van B., and
+William W. F. The answer will be published in our next number.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The following easy puzzles from very young readers are offered for other
+very young readers to solve:
+
+No. 1.
+
+WORD SQUARE.
+
+  My first is a battle.
+  My second is a girl's name.
+  My third is not cooked.
+
+  K. S. (nine years old).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 2.
+
+ENIGMA.
+
+  My first is in stove, but not in coal.
+  My second is in pit, but not in hole.
+  My third is in rod, but not in pole.
+  My fourth is in bear, and also in mole.
+  My fifth is in head, but not in scroll.
+  My sixth is in steal, and also in stole.
+  If you can not guess this, you are not witty,
+  For my whole is found in every city.
+
+  C. G. (eleven years old).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 3.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  I am a word of 10 letters.
+  My 1, 2, 3, 4 is a kind of labor.
+  My 8, 9, 10 is a weight.
+  My 6, 5, 7 is what a boy of a certain race is often called.
+  My whole was a great man.
+
+  R. D. C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 4.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  I am a word of 6 letters.
+  My 1, 5, 2 is a noun.
+  My 3, 4, 5 is a biped.
+  My 6, 1, 2 is a verb.
+  My whole is a city in Europe.
+
+  F. C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 5.
+
+ENIGMA.
+
+  My first is in cold, but not in hot.
+  My second is in pan, but not in pot.
+  My third is in nap, but not in sleep.
+  My fourth is in sold, but not in keep.
+  My fifth is in flute, but not in drum.
+  My sixth is in example, but not in sum.
+  My whole is useful in the dark.
+
+  M. L.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 6.
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+A girl's name. A measure. A fine net. A girl's name. A verb. An
+explanation. The answer is two cities of the United States.
+
+  M. L.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 7.
+
+RIDDLE.
+
+Decline ice-cream.
+
+  M. L.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 8.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  I am composed of 18 letters.
+  My 17, 18, 9 is the Latin name of an animal.
+  My 16, 10, 4, 13, 8 is a young animal.
+  My 14, 11 is a prefix.
+  My 6, 2, 12, 7 is a word applied to old clothes.
+  My 1, 5, 3 is a pronoun.
+  My 15 is a vowel.
+  A good many little folks like my whole very much.
+
+  M. E. R.
+
+Answers to the above puzzles will be given in _Young People_ No. 15.
+
+
+
+
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+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE _and_ HARPER'S WEEKLY _will be sent to any address
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+indorsed by the most scientific men of the day. Sold by druggists.
+
+
+
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+Illustrated. Square 16mo, Cloth, $1.00.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
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+COMFORT. Illustrated. Square 4to, Cloth, $1.00.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=THE ADVENTURES OF A BROWNIE=, as Told to my Child. By the Author of
+"John Halifax, Gentleman." Illustrated. Square 16mo, Cloth, 90 cents.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+"_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._
+
+
+
+
+WHAT MR. DARWIN SAW
+
+In His Voyage Round the World
+in the Ship "Beagle."
+
+ADAPTED FOR YOUTHFUL READERS.
+
+Illustrated, 8vo, Cloth, $3.00.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A capital book on natural history for young readers.--_Hartford
+Courant._
+
+A superb volume filled with maps and pictures of beasts, birds, and
+fishes, as well as the faces of all sorts of men, and with all this a
+most delightful story of real travel round the world by a very famous
+naturalist.--_Christian Intelligencer_, N. Y.
+
+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.--_Philadelphia North American._
+
+It can scarcely be opened anywhere without conveying interest and
+instruction.--_S. S. Times_, Phila.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_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-book 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._
+
+
+
+
+"_A most enchanting story for boys._"
+  PITTSBURGH TELEGRAPH.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+AN INVOLUNTARY VOYAGE.
+
+By LUCIEN BIART,
+Author of "Adventures of a Young Naturalist."
+
+TRANSLATED BY
+Mrs. CASHEL HOEY and Mr. JOHN LILLIE.
+
+ILLUSTRATED.
+
+l2mo, Cloth, $1.25.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A very charming book, brimming full of adventures, and has not an
+uninteresting page between its covers.--_Baltimore Gazette._
+
+A book that is at once novel and entertaining. * * * All the book is
+lively, and the voyagers have some adventures, the telling of which is
+as entertaining as any book of Jules Verne's, besides having nothing in
+them that is improbable or extravagant.--_Philadelphia Bulletin._
+
+A most enchanting story for boys. * * * It is a story of adventure, and
+also contains much interesting and useful information.--_Pittsburgh
+Telegraph._
+
+A narrative crowded with adventure, told in the lively and graphic style
+for which the French writers of books for boys are so noted.--_Cleveland
+Herald._
+
+One of the most attractive books of the season. * * * Spirited sketches
+of travel and adventure on the ocean wave, among the islands and on
+southern coasts, fill these chapters. 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. CUYLER, D.D., _in New York Evangelist_.
+
+It is unquestionably one of the most practical and useful books on this
+topic which have ever been published in this country.--_N. Y. Evening
+Express._
+
+We know of no man in America more capable of writing such a book, or who
+has a better right to do so.--_Rutland Daily Herald and Globe._
+
+It will pay any person--whether a farmer or lawyer, laborer or idler,
+school-girl or housewife--to buy and read it, and follow its
+teachings.--_Springfield Union._
+
+A veritable treasury of muscular common-sense.--_Charleston News and
+Courier._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: CAPRICORNUS NO. 1. "You butter stop!"]
+
+[Illustration: CAPRICORNUS NO. 2. "You butter get out of the way!"]
+
+
+
+
+THE EGG TOMBOLA.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 1.]
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 2.]
+
+A very amusing toy can be made out of an egg, to resemble Fig. 1 in our
+picture. The one from which our drawing is copied was constructed in
+half an hour. The way to do it is this: Get a clean, well-shaped fresh
+egg. With a strong needle make a hole at each end about the size of a
+large shot, then suck out the contents of the egg. Now you have the
+hollow shell. Through one of the holes drop in about half a tea-spoonful
+of shot and the same quantity of pellets of bees-wax or tallow. Now take
+a small bit of bread and work it between the fingers till it becomes a
+paste; with this stop up the hole at the big end of the egg. Then
+procure a cup of boiling water, and hold the egg in it till the wax is
+melted, taking care to hold it quite upright, so that all the shot will
+settle in the big end. This will take about five minutes. Then hold the
+egg in very cold water till the wax has cooled. This will take about
+five minutes more. You will now find that the egg will stand upright on
+the table, no matter in what position you may lay it down. The next
+thing is to paint or draw on it the figure of an old gentleman like our
+picture, and you have the Tombola complete. If the figure be painted
+with oil-colors, the Tombola can be made to perform his pranks in a
+basin of water.
+
+Fig. 2 shows the interior of the egg and the position of the shot and
+wax.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES OF DOGS.
+
+
+We are sure all young people will read with pleasure the following
+description of a very remarkable dog which belonged to the Hon.
+Alexander H. Stephens. This dog, which is mentioned in the _Life of Mr.
+Stephens_, was a very large and fine white poodle, named Rio, a dog of
+unusual intelligence and affection, to which Mr. Stephens became very
+strongly attached. While Mr. Stephens was in Washington, Rio staid with
+Linton Stephens, at Sparta, Georgia, until his master returned. Mr.
+Stephens would usually come on during the session of Greene County
+court, where Linton would meet him, having Rio with him in his buggy,
+and the dog would then return with his master. When this had happened
+once or twice, the dog learned to expect him on these occasions. The
+cars usually arrived at about nine o'clock at night. During the evening,
+Rio would be extremely restless, and at the first sound of the
+approaching train he would rush from the hotel to the dépôt, and in a
+few seconds would know whether his master was on the train or not, for
+he would search for him through all the cars. He was well known to the
+conductors, and if the train happened to start before Rio had finished
+his search, they would stop to let him get out. But when his search was
+successful, his raptures of joy at seeing his master again were really
+affecting. His intelligence was so great that he seemed to understand
+whatever was said to him; at a word he would shut a door as gently as a
+careful servant might have done, or would bring a cane, hat, or
+umbrella. He always slept in his master's room, which he scarcely left
+during Mr. Stephens's attacks of illness. In a word, Mr. Stephens found
+in him a companion of almost human intelligence, and of unbounded
+affection and fidelity, and the tie between the man and the dog was
+strong and enduring.
+
+"For nearly thirteen years he was," says Mr. Stephens, "my constant
+companion, when at home, day and night, and until he became blind, a few
+years ago, he always attended me wherever I went, except to Washington.
+You may well imagine, then, how I miss him!--miss him in the yard, in
+the house, in my walks; for though blind, he used to follow me about the
+lot wherever I went. When I was reading or writing, he was always at my
+feet. At night, too, his bed was the foot of my own. His beautiful white
+thick coat of wool was soft as silk. Who that knew him as I did could
+refrain from shedding a tear for poor Rio?"
+
+Of course he was properly interred, in a coffin, in the garden, and
+placed in the position in which he usually slept, with his face on his
+fore-feet.
+
+The smartest Newfoundland dog yet discovered lives at Haverhill,
+Massachusetts. He meets the newsboy at the gate every morning, and
+carries his master's paper into the house; that is, he did so till the
+other day, when his master stopped taking the paper. The next morning
+the dog noticing the boy passing on the other side without leaving the
+newspaper, went over and took the whole bundle from him, and carried
+them into the house. That's the kind of dog _he_ is.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Ike and Tommy know that Aunt Patty is awfully scared of Tramps, and so
+they rig up this figure, and knock at the door. Dreadful mean, wasn't
+it?
+
+
+
+
+
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+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#JEANIE_LOWRIE_THE_YOUNG_IMMIGRANT"><b>JEANIE LOWRIE, THE YOUNG IMMIGRANT.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#LADY_PRIMROSE"><b>LADY PRIMROSE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#WILD-BOAR_HUNTING_IN_JAPAN"><b>WILD-BOAR HUNTING IN JAPAN.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#SEEKING_HIS_FORTUNE"><b>SEEKING HIS FORTUNE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_GREAT_CATHEDRAL"><b>A GREAT CATHEDRAL.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_LYNX"><b>THE LYNX.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_DEAD-LETTER_OFFICE"><b>THE DEAD-LETTER OFFICE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#HOW_MOTHER_ROBIN_CALLED_A_NEW_MATE"><b>HOW MOTHER ROBIN CALLED A NEW MATE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHARLEY_BENNETS_GHOST_STORY"><b>CHARLEY BENNET'S GHOST STORY.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_HOUSE_THAT_BELL_BUILT"><b>THE HOUSE THAT BELL BUILT;</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"><b>OUR POST-OFFICE BOX</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_EGG_TOMBOLA"><b>THE EGG TOMBOLA.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#STORIES_OF_DOGS"><b>STORIES OF DOGS.</b></a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;">
+<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="390" alt="Banner: Harper&#39;s Young People" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style='width: 100%;' />
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+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. I.&mdash;<span class="smcap">No</span>. 11.</td><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, New York</span>.</td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Tuesday, January 13, 1880.</td><td align='center'>Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper &amp; 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: 454px;"><a name="JEANIE_LOWRIE_THE_YOUNG_IMMIGRANT" id="JEANIE_LOWRIE_THE_YOUNG_IMMIGRANT"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="454" height="600" alt="JEANIE AND THE UMBRELLA." title="" />
+<span class="caption">JEANIE AND THE UMBRELLA.</span>
+</div>
+
+<h2>JEANIE LOWRIE, THE YOUNG IMMIGRANT.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY MISS F.&nbsp;E. FRYATT.</h3>
+
+<p>It was early winter evening at Castle Garden, the scores of gas jets
+that light the vast rotunda dimly showing the great hall deserted by all
+the bustling throngs of the morning, save the few women and children
+clustered around the glowing stove, and closely watched by the keen-eyed
+officials who smoked and chatted within the railings near them.</p>
+
+<p>Sitting apart from these, taking no notice of the gambols of the
+children, was a wee lassie of perhaps eight summers, her round, childish
+face drawn with trouble, and her great blue eyes brimful of tears. She
+was evidently expecting somebody, for her gaze was fixed on the door
+beyond, which seemed never to open.</p>
+
+<p>It was little Jeanie Lowrie waiting for her grandfather's return. Old
+Sandy Lowrie, thinking to take advantage of their stay overnight in New
+York to visit his foster-son, who had left Scotland for America when a
+lad, had gone out in the afternoon into the great city, bidding Jeanie
+carefully guard their small luggage&mdash;a few treasures tied up in a silken
+kerchief, and Granny's precious umbrella, which was a sort of heirloom
+in the family.</p>
+
+<p>While the great crowd surged to and fro, and the winter sunlight flooded
+the room, Jeanie had been content to watch and wait, half pleased and
+half frightened at the shouts and noises that fill the place on steamer
+day; but when the men, women, and children all went away, by twos and
+threes, save a few, and silence came with the increasing darkness, and
+the dim gas jets were lighted overhead, her heart, oppressed by a
+thousand fears, sunk within her, and she fell to sobbing bitterly.</p>
+
+<p>Now there were not wanting kind hearts in the little groups around the
+stove; for there was Mary Dennett, with her five laddies, going to join
+her husband at the mines in Maryland; and Janet Brown, her neighbor,
+with her three rosy lassies; and Jessie Lawson, with her wee Davie; and
+not one of these three would see a child suffering without offering
+consolation. Kind Janet soon had her folded in motherly arms in spite of
+the bundle and the great umbrella, which the lassie stoutly refused to
+part with for a moment; and Mary Dennett, crossing over to the counter
+on the far side of the room, bought her cakes and apples; while<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> the
+children, not to be outdone, made shy endeavors to beguile her into
+their innocent play.</p>
+
+<p>But to each and all of these Jeanie turned a deaf ear, moaning
+constantly: "I want my ain, ain gran'daddie; he hae gaun awa', an' left
+me alane. Oh, gran'daddie, cam back to your Jeanie!"</p>
+
+<p>The evening wore on into night, and still no Sandy came to comfort
+Jeanie; but there came that great consoler, sleep. Soon she slumbered in
+Janet's arms, and the kind soul, fearing to waken her, held her there
+till the beds for the little company were spread on the floor; then she
+laid Jeanie tenderly down, with her treasures still clasped in her arms,
+and covering her, stooped to print a warm kiss on the round tear-stained
+cheek, not forgetting to breathe a prayer for the missing Sandy's safe
+return.</p>
+
+<p>The snow glistened on the walks and grass-plats of the park without; the
+wind roared down the streets and whistled among the bare branches of the
+trees, and rushing along, heaped up the waters in huge billows, dashing
+them against the great stone pier; men passed to and fro, but Sandy came
+not, for far off in the great city he had lost his way.</p>
+
+<p>In vain he had asked every one to tell him where his foster-son Alec
+Deans lived. Meeting only laughter or rebuffs, he tried in the growing
+darkness to find his way back to Castle Garden, but could not. No one
+seemed to understand him, or cared to; so at last, worn out in mind and
+body, he sunk down on the stone steps of a house, unable to proceed a
+step further.</p>
+
+<p>Bright and early the next morning at Castle Garden the women were roused
+from their sleep, for the beds must be rolled up, and the place cleared
+for the business of the day, and all must be ready for the early train.</p>
+
+<p>In the confusion of preparing the children for breakfast and the
+journey, the women had forgotten Jeanie for the time, till suddenly
+Janet, spying her, with her bundle and her umbrella, standing and
+casting troubled, wistful glances at the door, ran over and brought her
+to where the women and children were drinking coffee from great cups,
+and eating rolls of brown-bread and butter. Seating her in the midst of
+them, she said, "Eat a bit o' the bannock, dearie. Gran'daddie will cam
+back wi' a braw new bonnet for Jeanie, and then we'll a' gang awa' i'
+the train togither."</p>
+
+<p>"I dinna want a bonnet," cried Jeanie; "I on'y want gran'daddie."</p>
+
+<p>"Dinna greet, bairnie; he'll no leave ye lang noo."</p>
+
+<p>But the old man, contrary to their hopes, failed to appear, so there
+rose a troubled consultation among the women regarding Jeanie. They had
+all lived neighbors to the Lowries, a mile or so beyond the dike which
+is a stone's-throw from the duke's palace, near Hamilton; the "gudemen"
+of their families, hearing great reports of the mines in America, and
+the times being hard for miners at home, had gone out to verify them,
+Angus Lowrie among the rest. All four had prospered, and now sent for
+their wives and bairnies. Young Lowrie, however, was doomed to the
+bitter sorrow of never more seeing the bonny wife he had left behind
+him, for a fever had carried her off in her prime; so that Jeanie, her
+bairn, was left to the sole care of her grandfather, who loved her
+tenderly, as the old are wont to love the young.</p>
+
+<p>While the women were in the midst of their dilemma, half resolved to
+carry off the "lane bairnie" privately, lest the officers should
+interfere, the superintendent, seeing some trouble was afoot, came over
+and soon settled the matter, for there was a law on the subject that he
+was bound to obey.</p>
+
+<p>But we are quite forgetting old Sandy all this time. Seeing that he was
+lost, and there was no help for it, that he should sit down in the
+particular spot he did was a peculiar stroke of good fortune, for it was
+the very house he had been seeking, and what was most wonderful, just at
+that moment the door above opened, and down came Alec Deans in time to
+hear Sandy's faint cry, "God help my puir Jeanie!"</p>
+
+<p>Alec Deans had not heard the dear Scottish accent in many a year, so
+straightway that sound went to his very heart-strings, making them
+thrill and tingle with a joy that was as suddenly turned to pain, when,
+stooping down, he found the old man fallen back as one dead.</p>
+
+<p>With little ado&mdash;for Sandy was small and thin&mdash;he lifted him bodily,
+carried him up the steps, and rang a peal which soon brought his wife to
+the door. Placing the old man on a sofa in the warm sitting-room where
+the light fell on his poor, pale face, Alec Deans in a moment recognized
+his foster-father, and set to work to restore him. The long stormy
+passage, and the trials incident to emigrant life on shipboard, added to
+the fatigue and fright of his night's wanderings, had so told on the old
+man's feeble frame, that after much effort on the part of Alec Deans to
+revive him, he could do no more than move restlessly, murmuring, "Puir
+Jeanie! Puir wee bairnie Jeanie!"</p>
+
+<p>Before he could well tell his story, the most of it became known to his
+foster-son, for the Commissioners, finding he did not return to Castle
+Garden, sending Jeanie weeping away to the Refuge on Ward's Island, and
+notifying the police, advertised the missing man in the papers.</p>
+
+<p>It was on the second day after Sandy's falling into such good hands that
+Alec, reading the morning paper at his breakfast table, saw the
+advertisement describing Sandy to the very Glengarry cap he wore on his
+head when missing.</p>
+
+<p>In short order he made his way to the Rotunda at Castle Garden, told the
+old man's adventure, and obtained a permit to bring Jeanie away from the
+Refuge.</p>
+
+<p>There was an hour to spare before the little steamboat <i>Fidelity</i> would
+start for Ward's Island, so Alec, being a thoughtful man, employed it in
+purchasing a pretty fur hat and tippet and some warm mittens, lest
+Jeanie should suffer from cold, for it was a bitter day to sail down the
+East River.</p>
+
+<p>When Alec, arriving at his destination, was taken into the long
+school-room, and saw the sad pale-faced little creatures bending wearily
+over their lessons, stopping only to lift timid glances to his friendly
+face, as if they would gladly pour out their little hearts to him, he
+was filled with a great pity and a sharp regret that he could not take
+the wee things away with him, and give them each the shelter of as happy
+a home as that in which his own Phemie bloomed and flourished.</p>
+
+<p>"Jeanie Lowrie, step this way; you are wanted," exclaimed a teacher.</p>
+
+<p>Poor Jeanie, as she came reluctantly forward with downcast eyes, looked
+as if she feared some new disaster. Pale and dejected, could this be the
+blooming lassie who so short a time since parted with her grandfather?</p>
+
+<p>"Jeanie," said Alec, softly, "I've come to take you to your gran'daddie.
+Here's some warm things; put them on, and get ready."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, sir, may I gang awa' frae here to see my ain, ain gran'daddie once
+mair?" cried the lassie, the glow of a great joy dawning on her pale
+face and lighting her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Jeanie," said Alec, brokenly, "home with my Phemie: he's there.
+There, do not cry; the trouble is all over," said Alec, soothingly,
+carrying her away in his arms, and trying to stay the sobs that
+convulsed her small body.</p>
+
+<p>Arrived at Castle Garden, a new surprise awaited him and Jeanie, for who
+should be there, pacing up and down in his strong impatience to see the
+bairnie, but Angus Lowrie. He had left his Southern cottage, which was
+prepared for their arrival, and hastened on to know the fate of Sandy
+and Jeanie. And now he had his darling in his strong arms, and so great
+was his joy that he could do little but press her to his breast, then
+hold her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> off and look into her eyes again and again, seeing mirrored
+there the eyes of his girl-wife Elsie, whom he had loved with a love he
+would bear to his grave.</p>
+
+<p>And now they must hasten to the dear old father who had braved the
+perils of the wintry deep that he might bring Elsie's one and only
+treasure to her husband, little recking that, far away from kith and
+kin, he should lay his old bones in a foreign land. If sorrow had had
+power to steal the roses from Jeanie's cheek, joy planted new and fairer
+ones there; and never did a brighter light dance in the blue eyes than
+when, a little later, with a soft sound of rapture, she flung her arms
+around Sandy's neck, crying, "My ain, ain gran'daddie, ye s'all never,
+never leave me ony mair!" Jeanie's presence did more to set old Sandy on
+his feet again than all the physic in the world; so in a few days the
+happy trio were whirling off to the mining village in Maryland, where
+they are living and prospering to-day.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LADY_PRIMROSE" id="LADY_PRIMROSE"></a>LADY PRIMROSE.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY FLETCHER READE.</h3>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER I.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">"As it fell upon a day</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">In the merry month of May."</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>It was a long, long time ago that it happened&mdash;so long, in fact, that
+most people have forgotten all about it&mdash;but once upon a time, as the
+old, old stories tell, there lived in the village of Hollowbush an old
+woman and a little girl.</p>
+
+<p>And other people lived there too; but that does not concern us. The old
+woman, plain and brown and wrinkled though she was, was the wisest and
+kindest old lady anywhere to be found, which is reason enough for her
+being in the story; and as for the little girl, you have already guessed
+that she is Lady Primrose; but how she came to be Lady Primrose is what
+makes the story.</p>
+
+<p>The village of Hollowbush was as pretty a place as you would care to
+see&mdash;a quiet, quaint little town, where the grass ran up and down the
+streets in a wild, free way it had, to which no one thought of
+objecting; but as year after year went by, and the little girl who lived
+there grew older without, unfortunately, growing wiser, she became so
+tired of Hollowbush and its grass-grown streets that she was almost
+ready to run away.</p>
+
+<p>"If I were only rich," she was constantly saying to herself, "then I
+might go where I chose."</p>
+
+<p>Now it came to pass that one day in the merry spring-time, when the
+world is so sweet and fragrant that you can hardly put your nose
+out-of-doors without feeling as if you had tumbled head-foremost into a
+huge bouquet, this little girl sat by the open window, wishing and
+wishing with all her might that she were rich.</p>
+
+<p>"For then," she said to herself, "I could have a diamond necklace; and
+perhaps," she added, aloud, "I might have a jewelled coronet, like a
+queen."</p>
+
+<p>Just then the wise old woman of Hollowbush, who had the amiable
+peculiarity of appearing just when people most needed her, stopped
+before the window, and said, as she looked up at her young friend, "You
+were wishing for a diamond necklace, my child. What would you do if I
+should tell you of a country where diamonds are as plenty as flowers are
+here?"</p>
+
+<p>"What would I do?"&mdash;and the child laughed at the idea of there being but
+one thing she could do.</p>
+
+<p>"I would go to it at once, and fill my hands with the shining, beautiful
+things. But you don't mean that there really is such a place," she
+added, after a pause.</p>
+
+<p>The old lady smiled, and said, "If you really love gems better than
+anything else in the world, I can tell you where to find all and more
+than all you want."</p>
+
+<p>"That would be impossible," answered the child. "I could never have more
+than enough. But what a beautiful country it must be! Do tell me where
+to find it."</p>
+
+<p>Still smiling, this wonderful old lady, who knew all manner of strange
+secrets, called the child to her, and having whispered in her ear,
+pointed in the direction of the woods just beyond the village.</p>
+
+<p>The girl's face looked serious, as if she were perhaps a little
+frightened at what the old lady had told her; but if she could get all
+the jewels she wanted, it was worth more than one fright, she thought;
+so off she started without a word.</p>
+
+<p>The shy little blossoms that hide their faces from the sunlight grew
+here and there in the woods.</p>
+
+<p>White star-flowers and purple hepaticas nodded on their slender stems,
+while the crimson and white wood-sorrel fairly ran wild, creeping in and
+out through bush and brier, like a host of fairies in striped
+petticoats.</p>
+
+<p>"A nice place enough," said the child, tossing her head, "for those who
+know of nothing better; but I can't stop to admire such simple things.
+Gems and jewels are the only flowers I care for."</p>
+
+<p>The shadows were growing longer and deeper all around her, for the sun
+was almost down, and as she looked up through the trees she could see
+the pale face of the young moon peeping down at her through the
+branches.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, if the wise old woman had only come with me!" said the child, in a
+whisper. The shadows took on strange, ghostly shapes, and the tall
+pine-trees, so high that their topmost branches seemed to rest against
+the sky, sang softly and slowly and all together,</p>
+
+<p>"Take care&mdash;take care&mdash;oh&mdash;oh&mdash;ough."</p>
+
+<p>She had never realized before how full of sounds the stillness of the
+deep woods may be, and it seemed to her as if the rustling of the leaves
+and the singing of the wind were strange unearthly voices calling out to
+her and warning her to go back. But in spite of the rustling leaves and
+the mournful sighing of the pines the little girl hurried on. Perhaps,
+just because of them, she hurried all the faster, for she felt quite
+sure that she was nearing the place to which she had been directed. And
+in a few moments she saw just before her the gray moss-grown rocks piled
+one above another which the wise old woman of Hollowbush had described,
+and heard far below the rushing and tumbling of a brook.</p>
+
+<p>Surely I must have been deceived! she thought.</p>
+
+<p>Here was no strange country sown with jewels, but simply a rocky ravine,
+where ferns waved in the wind, clinging to the rocks, and catching the
+spray from the water as it bubbled and hissed and fell in a snowy pool
+below.</p>
+
+<p>"This can't be the place," said the child, as she looked around; "but
+while I am here I may as well see what it is."</p>
+
+<p>So she clambered over the loose stones and decaying logs till she
+reached the level of the stream, and there, strangely enough, scattered
+among broken bits of granite, were small bright stones of a deep
+wine-color. "These are not diamonds," she said to herself, "but they are
+too pretty to lie neglected here, whatever they may be."</p>
+
+<p>She gathered them one by one, tying her handkerchief into four knots at
+the corners for a basket; and so absorbed was she that she had quite
+forgotten the weird shadows and the strange noises in the wood, until
+she was startled by a voice close beside her.</p>
+
+<p>Her heart gave a sudden bound, as if it were going to jump away from her
+without so much as saying by your leave, and turning quickly, she saw,
+not the old woman&mdash;although the voice had sounded curiously like
+hers&mdash;but a quaint pale-faced little man, with small faded-looking blue
+eyes that blinked in the moonlight as if the brightest of June-day suns
+had been shining upon him.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="400" height="400" alt="&quot;SO YOU ARE FOND OF GEMS, MY LITTLE MAIDEN?&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;SO YOU ARE FOND OF GEMS, MY LITTLE MAIDEN?&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>"So you are fond of gems, my little maiden?" said the small man, in a
+small thin voice, winking and blinking good-naturedly as he spoke.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The child stood staring at her companion, too much astonished to answer
+him a word, for she, nor you, nor I, I believe, had ever seen such a
+curious being before. He was so small that she could have tucked him
+under her arm and run away with him, but his pale blue eyes had a
+strange light in them, like nothing seen above the ground, and she might
+have gone on staring at him from that day to this if her handkerchief
+had not slipped from her fingers, letting her stones roll here and there
+over the ground, whereupon she uttered a low cry of disappointment.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, never mind those," said the little man, smiling; "they are nothing
+but garnets. Just come with me, and I will show you stones a thousand
+times more beautiful."</p>
+
+<p>"So you live in the country where gems grow instead of flowers?" said
+the child, recovering her voice and her self-possession at the same
+time.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he answered; "I am the keeper of the gate, and if you will come
+with me, I will show you more beautiful things than any you ever dreamed
+of."</p>
+
+<p>This invitation was just what the child wanted, and she followed the
+gate-keeper without another word.</p>
+
+<p>What a strange place it was, this country of his into which he was
+leading her! It was so dark that she could see nothing but gleaming
+lights shining through the darkness, red and yellow and green and
+crimson, like tiny magic lanterns hung at intervals high above her head
+against the wall.</p>
+
+<p>She began to perceive that they were going deep down under the earth,
+and she shivered, partly with cold and partly with fear, as she stepped
+carefully and slowly over the uneven path down which she and her guide
+were descending.</p>
+
+<p>"Is it far we have to go?" she asked at length, rather timidly.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no," answered her companion. "This is simply a long corridor that
+runs through the base of the hills, but we have almost reached the end
+of it. In a few moments I shall lead you into the presence-chamber of
+the king."</p>
+
+<p>"The king!" echoed the child, hardly knowing whether to be frightened or
+pleased. "And am I to go before a king?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, yes," laughed the little man. "You don't suppose we are a people
+without a king?"</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke he knocked three times against the wall, and a voice from
+within called out, "Who's there? who's there? who's there?"</p>
+
+<p>"Aleck the gate-keeper," answered her companion, and immediately a door
+flew open.</p>
+
+<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WILD-BOAR_HUNTING_IN_JAPAN" id="WILD-BOAR_HUNTING_IN_JAPAN"></a>WILD-BOAR HUNTING IN JAPAN.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY WILLIAM ELLIOT GRIFFIS.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="400" height="297" alt="SPEARING A WILD BOAR.&mdash;FROM AN ORIGINAL JAPANESE DRAWING." title="" />
+<span class="caption">SPEARING A WILD BOAR.&mdash;<span class="smcap">From an Original Japanese Drawing.</span></span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Winter is the harvest-time of the Japanese hunter. The snow-covered
+ground is a great tell-tale, and the deer, bears, rabbits, and wild hogs
+can be easily tracked. Though the Japanese hunter often uses a matchlock
+or rifle, his favorite weapons are his long spear and short sword. He
+covers his head with a helmet made of plaited straw, having a long flap
+to protect his neck, and keep out the snow or rain. His feet are shod
+with a pair of sandals made of rice straw, his baggy cotton trousers are
+bound at the calves with a pair of straw leggings, and in wet weather he
+puts on a grass rain cloak. To see a group of hunters stalking through
+the forests in Japan, as I have often seen them, reminds one of bundles
+of straw out on a tramp.</p>
+
+<p>I once enjoyed a dinner of fresh boar-steak at the house of a famous
+Japanese hunter named Nakano Kawachi, who lived in a village at the top
+of a mountain, between the provinces of Omi and Echizen. I had been
+travelling all the morning on snow-shoes through the forests of Echizen.
+The snow was full of tracks of deer, hogs, rabbits, woodchucks, weasels,
+martens, porcupines, monkeys, and ferrets. The hunters were out in
+force, and their shouts made the forest ring with echoes. Our path lay
+through a valley, with rocks on either side.</p>
+
+<p>Just as we were within a mile of a village named Ton&eacute;, a wild boar,
+closely pressed by a man with a spear, rushed down through the woods,
+and around a huge mass of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> rocks. The hunter, knowing every inch of the
+ground, sprang round a shorter curve, and reached the path at the end of
+the gully just as the boar at full trot leaped down. Levelling his long
+weapon, with all his might he drove the blade with a terrific lunge
+between the boar's ribs, just back of the heart. So great was the
+impetus of the swift animal that the hunter was nearly taken off his
+feet, while the boar turned a complete somersault. We expected to see
+the blade of the lance snap, or the handle wrench off; but no, steel and
+wood were too true. The boar struggled and rolled over the bloody snow,
+but was helpless to get on his feet again. The hunter quietly drew out
+the steel, wiped it with a bunch of dead leaves, and then, with equal
+coolness, drew his sword and severed the jugular vein of the dying boar.</p>
+
+<p>By this time the hunter's two sons, who had helped to start the animal
+from his lair, came down the hill. Passing two strands of rope made of
+rice straw around the carcass, they inserted a thick bamboo pole under
+the withes. Then swinging the pole over their shoulders, they started
+off on a dog-trot to the village, shouting as they went. We followed
+them, and when near the village gate heard a bedlam of unearthly yells
+and whoops of triumph from all the boys and girls of the village, who
+were proud of their famous hunter. We had entered into conversation with
+him, and learned that his name was Nakano Kawachi.</p>
+
+<p>Our party, at the invitation of the hunter, entered his house, first
+taking off our shoes. We all sat round the fire, which was in a great
+square hearth in the middle of the floor, while the chimney was a gaping
+black funnel in the ceiling. My party consisted of three of my students
+from the government school of Fukui, my interpreter, a brave soldier
+named Inouy&eacute;, and my body-servant Sahei. The six mountaineers with huge
+wide snow-shoes, whom I hired for the size of their feet to beat a path
+in the snow-drift for our party, remained outside with the villagers.
+They, with their children, stood in crowds outside to catch a sight of
+me, as they had never seen an American before.</p>
+
+<p>Our host, first unstrapping his sword, carefully wiped and cleansed his
+spear, which he stands on its iron butt in the corner. We all sit around
+the fire, on which turnips and rice are boiling and omelet is frying.
+All around the ceiling from the smoky rafters hang strings of large
+dried persimmons, almost as sweet and luscious as figs. These we munch
+while Nakano cuts tenderloin steaks from half the carcass of a boar
+which he speared the day before. In a few moments seven hungry
+travellers are watching the sputtering, sizzling boar-steak as it wafts
+its appetizing odors everywhere, as it seems, but up the chimney.</p>
+
+<p>"Is this the second wild hog you've speared this winter?" asks Iwabuchi,
+the interpreter.</p>
+
+<p>"No, your honor," answers Nakano; "the snow began to fall ten days ago,
+and this is the eighth hog I have killed; but yesterday I speared my
+first boar this winter."</p>
+
+<p>"How long have you been a hunter?"</p>
+
+<p>"Hai! your honor, ever since I was a boy. I speared my first hog when I
+was fifteen."</p>
+
+<p>"What do you do with the boar's tusks?"</p>
+
+<p>"Hai! your honor, they are the most valuable part of the animal. I sell
+them to an agent of an ivory-carving shop in Tokio, who comes through
+these parts in the spring. The Tokio men carve n&eacute;tsuk&eacute;s from them. They
+are not as good as ivory, but they do for bimbo [poor men]. My own
+n&eacute;tsuk&eacute; is of boar's tusk."</p>
+
+<p>"Meshi shitaku" (rice is ready), cried the housewife, at this moment,
+and conversation was suspended. A little table of lacquered wood a foot
+square and four inches high was set before each man of our party. With
+chopsticks for the rice and knives for the boar-steak, we partook of the
+hunter's fare. The march of eight miles in the frosty air, plodding our
+way through drifts, and stepping on snow-shoes, which furnished good
+exercise for our legs, had made us ravenously hungry. When full, and all
+had said "Mo yoroshio" (even enough) to the polite girls who waited on
+us, we walked out to the front, where a gaping crowd gazed at the
+American white-face, as if they were at Barnum's, and he was the
+Tattooed Man. I rushed at them, pretending to catch the children, when
+they scattered like sheep. In their fright they tumbled over each other,
+until a dozen or more were sprawling on the snow or had tumbled
+head-foremost in the drifts. A smile, and the distribution of some
+sugared cakes of peas and barley, made them good friends again. After an
+hour's rest we bade the hunter, the villagers, and our snow-shoe men
+good-by, and resumed our journey in single file over the mountains to
+Tokio.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SEEKING_HIS_FORTUNE" id="SEEKING_HIS_FORTUNE"></a>SEEKING HIS FORTUNE.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY MRS. W.&nbsp;J. HAYS.</h3>
+
+<p>A boy sat whistling on a fence. He was a lad of twelve years, and worked
+at all sorts of odd chores on the river farm, which sent most of its
+produce down to the city on the barges which one sees on the Hudson
+River, headed by little steam-tugs, and which are commonly called
+"tows." This boy, Tom Van Wyck, was a poor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> boy, and worked hard; he did
+not much care for the beautiful hills which encompassed the winding,
+gleaming river, nor the fair and fertile fields beyond, but he had an
+adventurous and daring spirit, which just now was working up in the
+manner of yeast when it is pushing its way through the mass of unbaked
+bread. All sorts of bubbles were bothering his brain, and foremost was
+the wish to leave his country home, and go to the great city of which he
+had heard so much, but about which he knew little. Aunt Maria, he was
+sure, would never say "yes" to his project. She looked upon the city as
+a great den of thieves, and she did not want Tom to go there; but he was
+tired of being a farm hand, and thought it would be fine to stand behind
+a counter, to wear kid gloves on a Sunday, to be able to buy good
+broadcloth and shining boots&mdash;indeed, with one bound to be a merchant
+prince whose grandeur should be the town talk.</p>
+
+<p>He had not very clear ideas as to how all this was to be attained, but
+he knew he could work hard; he had read how many a poor boy had
+struggled up to fame, and he meant to try, anyhow. And now, as he sat on
+the fence whistling, he was considering a plan of action. There was no
+use in being too tender-hearted. He would have to leave Aunt Maria
+without asking permission. True, the little red house by the hill was a
+snug little home, and his aunt toiled hard to make it so; but would he
+not come home to her with silks and diamonds which should so outshine
+her best alpaca that it would only do for common use? Often down at the
+dock he had talked with the men on the boats, but he knew none of them
+other than as Jack and Bill. His proposed plan was to leave some night
+quietly, get on a barge, go to the city, and secure work; then write
+home to Aunt Maria, and make his peace with her. Perhaps if Aunt Maria
+had known all these thoughts, she might have been less harsh when Tom
+scolded about farm-work, and called it drudgery; but she had a scornful
+way of sniffing at him and his ideas, which made Tom more and more close
+and reserved. On this very day, when the momentous project was ripening,
+she had said he was lazy, that "a rolling stone gathered no moss," that
+the "boy was father to the man," and that if all he could do was to
+whistle and whittle, he had better go over to Squire Green's and help
+them shuck their corn.</p>
+
+<p>"Shuck corn! In a week's or a month's time he'd show her what he could
+do."</p>
+
+<p>It was a clear October night, calm and beautiful, and Tom rose softly,
+tied his best suit up in a bundle with a couple of shirts, took off his
+shoes&mdash;he had not undressed&mdash;slipped down stairs, unfastened the door,
+which, however, was only latched, and crept out into the moonlight. He
+paused to count the few silver pieces in his little well-worn purse,
+took one long look at the red house, and especially at the window where
+little Jane's yellow head was oftenest to be seen&mdash;for Aunt Maria was
+mother as well as aunt to these two motherless children&mdash;and away he
+went. If he had any qualms of conscience, they were soon forgotten in
+the excitement of the moment. The walk was not a long one to the
+river-side, and he had made a right guess as to the time the night boat
+would land. One by one a sleepy head appeared from the sheds as the boat
+neared the wharf, but despite the moonlight, no one noticed him
+particularly as he slipped stealthily on board, and to his great relief
+the truck was soon shipped, the gang-plank drawn up, and the steamboat
+making its white furrow through the sparkling water. He was too
+wide-awake now to think of sleeping, and after paying his fare, sat down
+to watch the progress of the boat. By-and-by the moon sank, and it was
+dark; the chilly dawn soon came, and then long rows of sparkling lights
+appeared; the tall spires of the town; the masts of the shipping; the
+flitting ferry-boats, each with its green or scarlet blaze of lantern;
+rows of house-tops; docks; wharves; flag-staffs; sheds. This, then, was
+the great city of his hopes.</p>
+
+<p>Now there was a stirring and calling; a rush of men to the work of
+unlading; a heaving of ropes, winding of cables, shouts, curses, the
+rattling of carts on the piers, the tinkle of bells on the cars, the
+roar of escaping steam, the scream of whistles, and the foul smells of
+garbage and bilge-water. He watched the men at their work, he saw the
+passengers come out, with sleepy eyes and sodden faces, and take their
+departure. He too must go&mdash;but where? He wandered off the pier in a
+maze. Where should he go? what should he do in all this crowd of strange
+faces? He was hungry, and stopped at an apple stand, where a woman in a
+huge cap and plaid shawl sold him an apple and a molasses cake. He asked
+her if she knew where he could get work.</p>
+
+<p>"Shure an' I don't. It is hard enough to find it for my boy Jim, lettin'
+alone sthrangers."</p>
+
+<p>He went up to a man pitching boxes on a cart, and asked him the same
+question.</p>
+
+<p>"Be off, now! none of your nonsense with me," was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>To a dozen he spoke, and with little variety in the replies.</p>
+
+<p>This was somewhat disheartening, but of course he could not expect
+success at once. He must keep up a stout heart, so on he walked. It was
+a fine clear morning, but the air seemed to him heavy with bad odors,
+and he had never seen such filth as lay in the streets before him. The
+children looked wan and wizened and old, the grown people cross and
+care-worn; but by-and-by the streets improved; he came to the region of
+shops, where it was somewhat cleaner, and now every window attracted his
+gaze. There was so much to look at that he forgot himself until hunger
+again attacked him. One window was most inviting&mdash;raw oysters reposing
+in their shells, boiled eggs, salad, strings of sausages, and a juicy
+array of pies. He went in and asked the price of a dinner. "Fifty
+cents," was the reply of a personage whose florid countenance and
+well-oiled locks looked unctuous.</p>
+
+<p>Tom glanced at his purse in a corner. It was all he possessed, so he
+turned away. A little farther on was another window of the same sort,
+only the pies looked drier, and the viands staler; and as an ornament,
+flanked by beer bottles, was a queer, dwarfish-looking man built of
+empty oyster shells. He peered into the shop, and looked so hungry, that
+a man shouted at him in a manner that was not meant to be unkind, but
+which startled him much: "Vat for you comes here, hey? Can you open
+oyshters? Ve vant some one to open two or tree hundert; ve have one
+supper here to-night&mdash;the 'Bavarian Br&uuml;ders' meet. If you can do the
+vork, you may have von goot sqvare meal." Tom hardly understood the man,
+but the gestures aided him, and putting his bundle down, he set to work
+on the cellar steps. Talk of farm-work being drudgery any more! In the
+pure, sweet October air they were gathering apples for the cider-press
+to-day. Tom remembered well what would have been his portion, as he sat
+on the dirty cellar steps and pegged away with his oyster-knife. It took
+him a long while to get the right touch, to clip off the muddy edge of
+the shells, to pry into the bivalve without injury to the luscious
+morsel within, and then to slip it into the big tin pail at hand. He got
+a bad cut in the palm as he did it, but he bound it up with his
+handkerchief, finished his score, and asked the man for his dinner.</p>
+
+<p>"You tink I gif you von plate und knife und fork und napkin; no, go to
+vork at the oyshters, und here is brod a blenty." So he had to take his
+meal as he could get it on the cellar stairs, but he stowed away enough
+to satisfy him before he again started on his travels. The food revived
+his drooping spirits, and he made bold to ask more people for work. Some
+shook their heads without a word; some said, "No, my boy," in a kind
+sort of way that made a lump come in his throat; others told him to go
+to the place assigned to evil spirits; and others again stared at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> him
+and passed on. This was not very promising. It was now late in the day,
+and he was far from the steamboat landing. He knew nobody, and was just
+wondering where he should pass the night, when a boy with a box strung
+by a leathern strap over his shoulder jostled him. He was a rough
+fellow, about his own age, but there was a twinkle in his eye which
+emboldened Tom to speak to him.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know where I can get any work to do?"</p>
+
+<p>The boy put his fingers aside of his nose, winked violently, and made a
+grimace, but said nothing.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm in earnest," said Tom. "I want work badly."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, in my eye!" was the response, regarding Tom's more decent apparel.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, but I do. What is your trade?"</p>
+
+<p>"Now see here, feller-citizen, if you've any idea of comin' on my beat,
+I jist warn ye ye'd better git at once," and he shook his fist in Tom's
+face to make the reply more emphatic.</p>
+
+<p>"But I have not," said Tom, anxiously. "I only want work of some sort,
+and a decent lodging. I'm just from the country, and don't know a soul
+in this town; besides, I've hurt my hand, and it pains a good deal."</p>
+
+<p>"Let's see. I'm a crack doctor on all the fellers' cuts."</p>
+
+<p>Tom unbound his hand, and the youthful &AElig;sculapius gazed at it with great
+interest.</p>
+
+<p>"That'll knock you up yet," was the comforting diagnosis, with a wise
+shake of the head. "Bad place to git a cut. Jim Jones had one jist in
+that spot, and it festered, and hurt him so he had to go to the
+hospital."</p>
+
+<p>"Pshaw!" said Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"Ye'd better get yer granny to poultice it."</p>
+
+<p>"I tell you I don't know a human being in this city, and I haven't an
+idea where I am going to sleep to-night."</p>
+
+<p>The boy surveyed him doubtfully.</p>
+
+<p>"You might go to the station-house."</p>
+
+<p>"Not if I know it," said Tom, whose visions of grandeur, though dimmer,
+were not to be brought down so low.</p>
+
+<p>"Then there's the Newsboys' Lodging-House."</p>
+
+<p>"Could I get in there? But I don't know the way."</p>
+
+<p>"Come along with me; I'll show yer. I sleep there most o' the time."</p>
+
+<p>This was, indeed, unforeseen good fortune, and Tom embraced it heartily.
+As they walked along, Tim got out of him his whole story; and when it
+was finished, he said to him: "You were a big fool to leave a good home
+and try your luck here. For one that swims, a hundred sinks. Why, half
+the time I'm hungry, and the way we fellers gits knocked about is jist
+awful."</p>
+
+<p>They reached the Lodging-House, and Tom, with his companion's aid,
+registered his name, got his ticket, and secured a bed. He was so tired
+he could hardly speak, and the pain in his hand was increasing. In the
+morning his friend had gone. The matron seeing his suffering dressed his
+hand, and led him on to tell her who he was and what was his errand to
+the city. Kindly and patiently, she pointed out to him the great wrong
+of his beginning, the wickedness of leaving his aunt in ignorance of his
+whereabouts, the mistake of supposing that it was an easy matter to work
+one's way up from obscurity to places of trust and honor; that if his
+endeavors were sanctioned by those in authority over him, and kind
+friends were willing to assist him and procure him occupation, he yet
+would find that it would only be by patient labor and constant effort
+that he could maintain himself, and that larks ready cooked no longer
+dropped into open mouths. All this and more came home to the sorrowful
+Tom with great force, for the dirt and jargon of the city were to him
+very distasteful. His castles were crumbling as he wended his way again
+to the docks. It was a weary time he had to find the boat which would
+carry him back, and it was with a grieved spirit that he found himself
+again at the door of the little red house by the hill. Grieved and weary
+and hungry, Aunt Maria, whose eyes were red with weeping, perceived him
+to be, and with wonderful wisdom she kept down her questions, and
+silently made him comfortable. Little Jane was full of curiosity, and
+more than one neighbor put their heads in to have a word to say.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="600" height="258" alt="TOM TELLS THE STORY OF HIS DAY IN THE CITY.&mdash;DRAWN BY J. HODGSON." title="" />
+<span class="caption">TOM TELLS THE STORY OF HIS DAY IN THE CITY.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Drawn by J. Hodgson.</span></span>
+</div>
+
+<p>A year afterward, as Tom, Ned Green, and Jonas were busy husking corn in
+the calm stillness of the fall, when the stacks were all about them,
+like Indian wigwams, and the stubble only of the golden pumpkins was
+left in the field, and the beautiful river wound itself away in the
+distance, bearing all kinds of craft, Tom told them about his day in the
+city, and said he had concluded that the country was good enough for
+him, and he meant to be a farmer all the days of his life.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_GREAT_CATHEDRAL" id="A_GREAT_CATHEDRAL"></a>A GREAT CATHEDRAL.</h2>
+
+<p>I remember well, when a child, hearing the Cathedral of St. Peter, in
+Rome, spoken of as being so immense that I thought of an ideal cathedral
+little less than a mountain in size, and the dome to be seen only as if
+looking at the stars. When the real cathedral was seen, of course that
+exaggerated idea had then long been tempered to something like the
+reality. Yet it was not without a certain pleasure to find that to get a
+good view, particularly of the dome, it was necessary for me to go from
+it several miles&mdash;to the Pincian hill, or a terrace of the beautiful
+Villa Doria-Pamfili. The latter view is one of the finest, as nothing
+else of all Rome is seen. The cathedral stands on the site of Nero's
+Circus, where many Christians were martyred, and where the Apostle Peter
+is said to have been buried after his crucifixion. In the year 90 an
+oratory was built there, and in 306 Emperor Constantine erected a
+church. It was the grandest of that time, and exceeded in size all
+existing cathedrals except two, yet was only half the size of the
+present building.</p>
+
+<p>This cathedral was begun in 1506, and after forty years all the
+foundations were not built. Then Michael Angelo, though seventy-two
+years old, was persuaded to be the architect. His predecessor had wasted
+four years in making a model of the proposed edifice, at a great cost,
+but he, with marvellous energy, completed his model in a fortnight.
+Though the work went rapidly on, he knew he could not live to see his
+cathedral finished, and he patiently made a wooden model of the great
+dome of exact proportions. From this model his idea was carried out.
+Twenty popes came and went, pressing the work to completion; eighteen
+architects planned and replanned, and expended $100,000,000, brought
+from the four quarters of the globe; and a hundred and fifty years
+rolled around before St. Peter's was finished. Sixtus V. employed six
+hundred men, night and day, ceaselessly at work upon the dome.</p>
+
+<p>The cathedral was consecrated on the 18th of November, 1626, the
+thirteen-hundredth anniversary of a similar rite in the first cathedral.
+It covers 212,321 square feet of ground, nearly twice the area of the
+next largest cathedral, that of Milan, which is a little larger than St.
+Paul's, of London. Its length is about equal to two ordinary city
+blocks, its width to that of a short block, and its total height that of
+a long block, or a little less than the height of the Great Pyramid of
+Egypt. The circumference of the base of the dome is such that two
+hundred ten-year-old boys and girls clasped hand to hand would just
+about stretch around it. The dome rests upon four buttresses, each
+seventy feet thick, and above them runs a frieze carved in letters as
+high as a man. Then, one above another, are four galleries, from the
+lower one of which a fine view of the inside of the church can be had.</p>
+
+<p>The little black things seen crawling on the pavement away down below
+are grown men and women. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> whole inside of the dome is of
+mosaic-work, and set in this are mosaics of the evangelists&mdash;colossal
+figures, you may know, as the pen which St. Luke holds is seven feet
+long.</p>
+
+<p>The roof of the cathedral is reached by means of an easy slope, up which
+one could ride on a donkey. Emerging on the roof, all Rome is seen, the
+country from the mountains, and the blue Mediterranean Sea in the
+distance. The roof holds a number of small domes, and dwellings for the
+workmen and custodians, who live there with their families. But stranger
+still is a fountain fed from the rain caught upon the roof. There we
+would be as high as the top of many church steeples, but away above us,
+like a whole mountain, would rise the dome, with a little copper ball on
+the summit. If our courage and knees did not fail us, we would ascend to
+that ball by staircases between the internal and external walls of the
+dome, and find it large enough to hold a score of persons.</p>
+
+<p>So vast is the cathedral's interior that it has an atmosphere of its
+own&mdash;in winter slowly losing the heat of the preceding summer, and in
+summer slowly warming up for another winter. In cold weather the poor of
+Rome go there for comfort, as a Roman winter sometimes brings frosty
+days and ice. A traveller says he once saw a great sheet of ice around
+the fountain before the cathedral, and some little Romans awkwardly
+sliding on it. For the sake of doing what he never thought to do in
+Rome, he took a slide with them. The mosaic pictures, statues, and
+monuments are almost numberless, and the pavement of colored marble
+stretches away from the doors like a large polished field. Formerly, on
+Easter and June 28, the dome, fa&ccedil;ade, and the colonnades of the
+cathedral were illumined in the early evening by the light of between
+four and five thousand lamps. It was called the silver illumination, and
+is described as having been very grand and delicate. Suddenly, on a
+given signal, four hundred men, stationed at their posts, exchanged the
+lamps for lighted pitch in iron pans fastened to the ribs of the dome.
+Then the dome shone afar as a splendid flaming crown of light.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;">
+<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="700" height="485" alt="TIRED OUT.&mdash;DRAWN BY A.&nbsp;B. FROST." title="" />
+<span class="caption">TIRED OUT.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Drawn by A.&nbsp;B. Frost.</span></span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LYNX" id="THE_LYNX"></a>THE LYNX.</h2>
+
+<p>An ugly and savage member of the great cat family is the lynx, a
+creature very numerous in Canada and in the wild forests of our most
+northern States. It is found all over Northern Europe as well, and in
+Germany and Switzerland; a smaller variety, called the swamp lynx, is
+also an inhabitant of Persia, Syria, and some portions of Egypt.</p>
+
+<p>The Canada lynx is a beast about three feet long, with a short stubbed
+tail, and might easily be mistaken for a large wild-cat. Its fur, which
+is short and very thick, and of a beautiful silver gray, is much used
+for muffs, tippets, and fur trimming. The lynx is a cowardly beast, and
+seldom attacks anything larger than hares, squirrels, and birds. It will
+sometimes rob a sheep-fold, as the gentle and pretty lambs have no means
+of defense against its terrible claws.</p>
+
+<p>It is very much hunted for its valuable fur, and some years thousands of
+these beautiful skins are sent to market. The ears are very curious,
+having a tuft of bristling hair on the very point; indeed, this ear
+ornament is a distinguishing characteristic of all the varieties of the
+lynx tribe.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="600" height="521" alt="LYNX TREED BY DOGS." title="" />
+<span class="caption">LYNX TREED BY DOGS.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The large and powerful dogs which are found in Canada and the northern
+portions of Michigan, Minnesota, and other border States, where they are
+used as train dogs to drag the mail sledges over vast wastes of snow
+during the winter, are natural enemies of the lynx, and pursue it
+furiously through the snow-bound forests. Their loud barking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> often
+warns the hunter before he himself catches sight of the game that the
+desired prize is treed, and awaits its fate, with arched back and fur
+bristling, after the manner of an enraged cat.</p>
+
+<p>The Canada lynx is a very stupid beast, and easily trapped&mdash;a method of
+catching it generally adopted by the Hudson Bay Company, as in this way
+its beautiful fur is uninjured by bullets.</p>
+
+<p>The European lynx is a much larger, stronger, and more ferocious beast
+than its Canadian brother. Its great hairy paws are like those of the
+lion and tiger, which, strange as it may seem, are also members of the
+pussy-cat family. It lives in wild Siberian forests (where large numbers
+of trappers subsist on the proceeds of its valuable fur), in Norway and
+Sweden, in Switzerland, and also in other countries where wild forests
+exist. Vast numbers roam through the steppes of Asia and the uninhabited
+portions of the Eastern world.</p>
+
+<p>So much is this creature dreaded in Switzerland for its depredations on
+the flocks that the shepherds whose sheep feed on the mountain pastures
+do all in their power to exterminate this cruel enemy of their fold, and
+a prize is offered by the government for every one killed.</p>
+
+<p>Driven by hunger, the European lynx will often attack deer and other
+large animals. A story is told of a lynx in Norway which, much against
+its will, was forced to take a furious ride on the back of a goat. The
+winter had been very severe, and failing to find food in the forests and
+rocky barrens, a young lynx spied a flock of goats feeding among the dry
+stubble of a field. Giving a quick spring, it landed on the back of a
+large goat, with the purpose of tearing open the arteries of its
+neck&mdash;its method of killing large animals. But the goat, feeling its
+unwelcome rider, set out at a gallop for the farm-yard, followed by the
+whole herd, all bleating in concert. The claws of the lynx had become so
+entangled in the heavy beard of its intended victim that escape was
+impossible, and the farmer by a skillfully aimed shot put an end to its
+life.</p>
+
+<p>Patience is largely developed in the lynx. It will lie stretched out for
+hours, on a branch of a tree, watching for its prey. If anything
+approaches, it crouches and springs. Should the rabbit or bird escape,
+the lynx never pursues, but slyly creeps back to its branch, and resumes
+its patient watch.</p>
+
+<p>When captured very young, lynxes may be tamed, and have been known to
+live on friendly terms with domestic animals, such as dogs and cats. But
+they are never healthy away from their native woods, and usually die in
+a short time. Even in the wild state the lynx is short-lived, and is
+said rarely to reach the age of fifteen years. In confinement the lynx
+never thrives. Specimens kept in menageries never become friendly, but
+grow sullen and suspicious. Spending the day in sleep, at night they
+walk<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> restlessly up and down their cage, giving vent to hideous howls
+and yells.</p>
+
+<p>The glistening, piercing eyes of the lynx were formerly the subject of
+strange superstitions. In the days of Pliny it was known to the Romans
+by the same name it still bears. Specimens were first brought to Rome
+from Gaul (the country now called France), and so terrible was the
+glaring eye that it was said to be able to look through a stone wall as
+through glass, and to penetrate the darkest mysteries. Hence, no doubt,
+the expression "lynx-eyed," which is so often used to indicate keen and
+sharp watchfulness from which nothing can escape.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_DEAD-LETTER_OFFICE" id="THE_DEAD-LETTER_OFFICE"></a>THE DEAD-LETTER OFFICE.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY MRS. P.&nbsp;L. COLLINS.</h3>
+
+<p>Of course, dear readers, all of you have heard of the Dead-letter Office
+at Washington, and I suppose you have the same vague idea that I had
+until I went there and learned better&mdash;that it is a place where letters
+are sent when they fail to reach those for whom they are intended, and
+are thence returned to the writers. Really, now, I believe this is what
+most grown-up people think too; but in truth, it is such a wonderful
+place that I am sure you will be surprised when I tell you of some of
+the things you may find there, and I think when you come to Washington
+it will be one of the first places you will wish to visit.</p>
+
+<p>Probably you have never written a great many letters, and I do not doubt
+that each one had its envelope neatly addressed by your father or
+mother, while you stood by to see that it was well done. I hope, too,
+that in due time your letters had the nice replies they deserved. You
+would have been much disappointed if any of them had been "lost in the
+mail," as people say, wouldn't you? You will not forget your stamp, I am
+sure, after I have related the following incident:</p>
+
+<p>There was once a little girl, only ten years old, who was spending six
+months in the city of New York, just previous to sailing for Europe. Her
+heart was filled with love for her darling grandpapa, whom she had left
+in New Orleans, and she wrote to him twice every week. Her letters were
+in the French language; at least, the one that I saw was, and it began
+"Cher Grandp&egrave;re cheri." She said, "I hope that you have received the
+slippers I embroidered for you, and the fifteen dollars I sent in my
+last letter to have them made." But, alas! the package containing the
+slippers had reached the "cher grandp&egrave;re cheri," while the letter and
+money were missing. Then this old gentleman wrote to the Dead-letter
+Office, and said that it was the only one of his granddaughter's letters
+he had ever failed to receive; that it could not have been misdirected;
+and his carrier had been on the same route for many years, so he <i>knew</i>
+him to be honest; therefore the money must have been mysteriously
+swallowed up in the D.&nbsp;L.&nbsp;O.</p>
+
+<p>What was to be done? Do you imagine the Dead-letter Office shook in its
+shoes?</p>
+
+<p>Not a bit of it. It turned to a big book, and found a number which stood
+opposite the little girl's letter, and then straightway laid hands upon
+the letter itself, and forwarded it to the indignant "grandp&egrave;re."</p>
+
+<p>Now why all this trouble and delay, and saying of naughty things to the
+D.&nbsp;L.&nbsp;O., without which he might never have seen either his letter or
+his money? Simply this: the dear child had dropped her letter into the
+box <i>without a stamp</i>.</p>
+
+<p>You will be surprised to learn that something over four millions of
+letters are sent to the Dead-letter Office every year.</p>
+
+<p>There are three things that render them liable to this: first, being
+unclaimed by persons to whom they are addressed; second, when some
+important part of the address is omitted, as James Smith, Maryland;
+third, the want of postage. All sealed letters must have at least one
+three-cent stamp, unless they are to be delivered from the same office
+in which they are mailed, when they must have a one or a two cent stamp,
+according to whether the office has carriers or not.</p>
+
+<p>For the second cause mentioned above about sixty-five thousand letters
+were sent to the Dead-letter Office during the past year; for the third,
+three hundred thousand, and three thousand had no address whatever.</p>
+
+<p>When these letters reach the Dead-letter Office, they are divided into
+two general classes, viz., Domestic and Foreign, the latter being
+returned unopened to the countries from which they started.</p>
+
+<p>The domestic letters, after being opened, are classed according to their
+contents. Those containing money are called "Money Letters;" those with
+drafts, money-orders, deeds, notes, etc., "Minor Letters;" and such as
+inclose receipts, photographs, etc., "Sub-Minors." Letters which contain
+anything, even a postage-stamp, are recorded, and those with money or
+drafts are sent to the postmasters where the letters were first mailed,
+for them to find the owners, and get a receipt. From $35,000 to $50,000
+come into the office in this way during the year; but a large proportion
+is restored to the senders, and the remainder is deposited in the United
+States Treasury to the credit of the Post-office Department.</p>
+
+<p>When letters contain nothing of value, if possible they are returned to
+the writers. There are clerks so expert in reading all kinds of writing
+that they can discern a plain address where ordinary eyes could not
+trace a word. For instance, you could not make much of this:</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="400" height="201" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>A dead-letter clerk at once translates it:</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Mr. Hensson King,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Tobacco Stick,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Dorchester County,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 29em;">Maryland.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 32em;">In haste.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>And such spelling! Would you ever imagine that Galveston could be
+tortured into "Calresdon," Connecticut into "Kanedikait," and Territory
+into "Teartoir"?</p>
+
+<p>Recently the Postmaster-General has found it necessary to issue very
+strict orders about plain addresses, and a great many people have tried
+to be witty at his expense. I copied this address from a postal card:</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 9em;">Alden Simmons,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Savannah Township,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Ashland County, State of Ohio;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Age 29; Occupation, Lawyer;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Politics, Republican;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Longitude West from Troy 2&deg;;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Street Main</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 30em;">No. 249;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 33em;">Box 1008.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 36em;">Color, White;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 39em;">Sex, Male;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Ancestry, Domestic.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 45em;"><i>For President 1880, U.&nbsp;S. Grant!</i></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>About once in two years there is a sale of the packages which are
+detained in the office for the same reason that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> letters are. All the
+small articles are placed in envelopes, on which are written brief
+descriptions of their contents. Any one is allowed the privilege of
+examining them before purchasing. There are thousands of these packages,
+containing almost everything you can think of. I glanced over an old
+catalogue, and selected at random half a dozen things that will give you
+an idea of the endless variety: Florida beans, surgical instruments,
+cat-skin, boy's jacket, map of the Holy Land, two packages of corn
+starch, and a diamond ring&mdash;in truth, as the chief of the D.&nbsp;L.&nbsp;O. says
+in his report, "everything from a small bottle of choice perfumery to a
+large box of Limburger cheese."</p>
+
+<p>But there were two things that nobody would ever buy, so this great
+institution was obliged to keep them. One was a horrid, grinning,
+skeleton head, that had been sent to Dr. Gross, the eminent Philadelphia
+surgeon; but the box being nailed so that the postmaster could not
+examine its contents without breaking it, he was obliged to charge
+letter rates of postage, which the doctor refused to pay; consequently
+it found a proper resting-place in the house appropriated specially to
+dead things.</p>
+
+<p>Occupying the same shelf are several glass jars containing serpents of
+various sizes preserved in alcohol. These snakes were received at the D.&nbsp;L.&nbsp;O.
+in two large tin cans, the ends of which were perforated to admit
+air. They were addressed to a professor in Germany. It could not be
+ascertained at what office they had been mailed. There were seventeen in
+all, but some of the smaller ones were dead.</p>
+
+<p>System, punctuality, industry, belong to the Dead-letter Office. It
+seems to embrace every other branch of business, and, as I have shown
+you, even to know how to treat such unwelcome guests as a nest of live
+serpents.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="HOW_MOTHER_ROBIN_CALLED_A_NEW_MATE" id="HOW_MOTHER_ROBIN_CALLED_A_NEW_MATE"></a>HOW MOTHER ROBIN CALLED A NEW MATE.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY E. JAY EDWARDS.</h3>
+
+<p>A friend of mine has a robin's nest that he guards with very great care,
+and about which he tells a story to all the young and old people who
+call upon him.</p>
+
+<p>"There is a romance," he says, as he shows you the nest, "about this,
+and if you want to hear it, I will tell it to you."</p>
+
+<p>"It was a good many years ago," my friend begins, "that this nest was
+made. There came one morning early in April two robins to the big
+fir-tree in front of my window. One of them had, as sure as you live, a
+club-foot, and he hobbled about upon it in a very lively manner, and I
+know that it was this one&mdash;Mr. Robin, I call him&mdash;that fixed upon the
+precise place for the nest. For he whetted his bill upon a bough a great
+many times, and then he danced upon it with one foot and the other, as
+though trying its strength, and at last he flew up to Mrs. Robin, who
+was standing on the limb above looking at him. My window was open, and I
+heard him peeping the gentlest little song to her that you can imagine.
+Then she jumped down upon the limb, rubbed her bill upon it, and danced,
+while he looked at her, and after she had done these things she sang the
+same little melody. After that they flew away with great speed, and the
+next that I saw of them they were working with might and main, bringing
+twigs, moss, twine, and all sorts of things, until at last they had the
+nest made."</p>
+
+<p>Now my friend, when he gets so far in his story, always stops a moment
+and laughs, though you can not see anything to laugh at. But he looks
+closely at you, and just as soon as he observes the surprise that your
+eyes show, he says: "I ought to say right here that my mother had a very
+choice piece of lace, a collar or something of that sort, that was
+washed and put out upon a little bush to dry on the very day that Mr.
+and Mrs. Robin decided to build the nest in the fir-tree. A great fuss
+was made that evening because the lace collar could not be found, and
+mother wanted the police called, so that the thief might be arrested and
+the collar got back, for that collar was worth, I have heard, a great
+many dollars. But the police never found the thief.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I will go on, with my story," always continues my friend, and he
+generally takes the nest in his hands at this time. "Well, after this
+nest&mdash;this is the very one I hold in my hand&mdash;was built, you never saw a
+more attentive lover than this Mr. Robin. He would hop about with his
+club-foot, and seem to put his eye right upon an angle-worm's cave every
+time he flew down to the ground, and you might see him from early
+morning to sunset flying back and forth with his mouth full of good
+things for Mrs. Robin, and he would feed her as she sat upon the nest.</p>
+
+<p>"One day he seemed specially excited and happy; you could hear him
+singing in the tree more loudly than before, and I could see from my
+window the cause of his joy. Four yellow mouths were put up to receive
+the dainties he had brought, and then I knew that the little robins had
+come. Well, old Mr. Robin was so excited that he did not see our cat
+stealthily coming, as he was pulling away at a very long angle-worm.
+Pussy had him in her mouth before he could even give a warning cry, and
+the last I saw of Mr. Robin was the club-foot that hung out of Puss's
+mouth.</p>
+
+<p>"By-and-by Mrs. Robin seemed to get hungry, and I heard her uttering two
+strange notes that I had never heard before, and which seemed to me to
+sound just as though she was saying, 'Come here! come here!' Of course
+that was not what she said, but I have no doubt that the notes meant
+just that, and that every robin that might have heard them would have
+understood them as a call for help. But no robin came. It rained all
+that day, and poor Mrs. Robin kept up that cry, and her young ones
+continually thrust their bills from beneath her body, and opened them. I
+could not help them, of course, for little birds would rather starve
+than be fed by any one but their parents.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I am coming to the strangest part of my story," my friend always
+says when he reaches this point. "The next morning was clear, and I
+happened to be up early. Old Mrs. Robin had begun her plaintive call.
+Suddenly I saw a great many robins&mdash;not less than twenty, I should
+say&mdash;that had come together from some place, and rested upon the
+branches of a great elm-tree that was only a few yards away from the
+fir-tree. Of all the noises I ever heard from birds, those that these
+robins made were the strangest. At last they were quiet, and two of them
+flew off to the fir-tree, and cautiously made their way to the nest.
+Mrs. Robin looked at them, and sang a little trill. One of the visitors,
+with much shaking of his head, sang something in reply, and then the
+other one did the same thing. Mrs. Robin repeated her trill, and then
+she hopped up to the branch above, and sang another note or two, and the
+smaller of the two robins took his place beside her. Then the other
+robin flew away to his companions, and after singing a little, they all
+went off together.</p>
+
+<p>"When I looked back to the nest, Mrs. Robin sat there perfectly quiet,
+and, not more than a minute after, the new Mr. Robin brought a worm, and
+he was from that time until the little ones got their feathers and flew
+off as kind and attentive to Mrs. Robin as had been poor old club-footed
+Mr.</p>
+
+<p>"Now isn't this a pretty love story?" my friend inquires, and of course
+you say it is, and then ask him why he laughed, and what his mother's
+lace collar had to do with it, and he will answer you in this way:</p>
+
+<p>"Look in the nest. See what lies on the bottom, where the little robins
+nestled. I got the nest after they all flew away together, and there in
+the bottom was my mother's lace collar, not good to wear any longer, so
+I have let it stay there ever since. Do you suppose young robins ever
+had such a costly bed?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CHARLEY_BENNETS_GHOST_STORY" id="CHARLEY_BENNETS_GHOST_STORY"></a>CHARLEY BENNET'S GHOST STORY.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY MRS. MARGARET EYTINGE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">"It is a sin to steal a pin,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">As well as any greater thing,"</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>sang little Al Smith, in a loud, shrill voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Very good sentiment, but very poor rhyme," drawled Hen Rowe (whose
+father was a poet), patting the singer's flaxen head in a patronizing
+manner.</p>
+
+<p>"Talking of stealing," said Charley Bennet, dropping the pumpkin he was
+turning into a lantern, "did I ever tell you fellers about the time I
+went down to old Pop Robins's to steal apples, and came back past the
+barn where the horse-thief hung himself years and years ago, 'cause he
+knew the constables&mdash;they called 'em constables in those times&mdash;were
+after him, and that he'd be hung by somebody else if he didn't? No?
+Here's a ghost story for you, then, and I hope it will be a warning to
+you all never to take anything that doesn't belong to you, 'specially
+apples.</p>
+
+<p>"You see, Billy Evans and I were staying with our folks at the hotel in
+Bramblewood that summer, and about two miles away was Pop Robins's farm.
+He used to bring eggs and chickens and vegetables and fruit to the
+hotel; and, oh my! wasn't he stingy?&mdash;you'd better believe it. He
+wouldn't even give you two or three blackberries, and if you asked him
+for an apple, he'd tremble all over. A reg'lar old miser <i>he</i> was, with
+lots of money, and a bully apple orchard. 'Let's go there some night and
+help ourselves,' says Billy Evans, one day. 'Dogs,' says I. 'Only one,'
+says he; 'I know him, and so do you&mdash;old Snaggletooth; I gave him almost
+all the meat we took for crab bait the day we didn't catch any.' 'All
+right,' says I.</p>
+
+<p>"But when the night we'd agreed on came, Billy had cousins&mdash;girls&mdash;down
+from New York, and he had to stay home and entertain them. I don't care
+much for girls myself, and I was afraid they might want me to help
+entertain them too, so I made up my mind to go down to Pop Robins's
+alone. It was a splendid night; the moon shone so bright that it was
+almost as light as day. I scudded along, whistling away, until I got
+within half a mile of the orchard, and then I stopped my noise and
+walked as softly as possible, till I came to the first apple-tree. I
+shinned up that tree in a jiffy (old Snaggletooth didn't put in an
+appearance), filled my bag with jolly fat apples, and slid down again.
+But when I came to lift the bag up on my shoulder, I found it was awful
+heavy to carry so far, and I was just agoing to dump some of the apples
+out, when I remembered all of a sudden that if I cut across the meadow
+to the plank-road, I could get back to the hotel in a little more than
+half the time it would take to go the way I came.</p>
+
+<p>"So I shouldered my load, and was nearly across the meadow before I
+thought of the haunted barn at the end of it. It wasn't a nice thing to
+remember; but I wasn't agoing to turn back, ghost or no ghost, and I
+tried to whistle again, when all at once that thing Al Smith was singing
+just now popped into my head, and says I to myself, 'That's so, Charles
+F. Bennet; you and your chums may think it's great fun to help
+yourselves to other people's apples and water-melons and such things,
+but it's just as much stealing as though you went into a man's house and
+stole his coat.' It doesn't seem as bad when you're going for 'em; but
+when you're coming back, up a lonely road, all alone, at ten o'clock at
+night, a lot of stolen apples on your back, and a haunted barn not far
+off, it seems <i>worse</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="400" height="394" alt="&quot;&#39;THERE IT IS,&#39; SAYS BARNEY.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;&#39;THERE IT IS,&#39; SAYS BARNEY.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>"All the same, I held on to the apples. And when I faced the barn I
+determined I'd whistle if I died in the attempt; but, boys, I don't
+believe anybody could have told <i>that</i> 'Yankee Doodle' from 'Auld Lang
+Syne.' I tell you my heart jumped when I passed the tumble-down old
+place; but it <i>stood still</i> when, as I marched up the plank-road, I
+heard a step behind me. I wheeled around in an instant, but there was
+nothing to be seen. The moon shone as bright as ever, but there was
+nothing to be seen! 'I must have imagined it,' says I to myself, and I
+walked a little faster, listening with all my might, and sure enough
+pat, pat, pat, came the step after me. Again I wheeled round. Not a
+thing did I see. And again I started on, the apples growing heavier and
+heavier. Pat, pat, pat, came the step. It wasn't like a human step. That
+made it more dreadful. 'It <i>must</i> be the ghost,' I thought; and I don't
+mind telling you, fellers, I never was so frightened in my life. The
+time I fell overboard was nothing to it. I made up my mind, when I
+reached the bridge that crossed a little brook near our hotel, I'd
+streak it (I hadn't exactly run yet, for I was saving my strength till
+the last). But before I got to the bridge, says I to myself&mdash;and I must
+have said it out loud, though I didn't mean to&mdash;'Perhaps he wants the
+apples.'</p>
+
+<p>"'Apples!' repeated a hoarse voice, with a horrid laugh.</p>
+
+<p>"I tell you, boys, those apples flew, and I flew too. Over the bridge I
+went like lightning, and ran right into Barney Reardon, one of the
+stable-men, who was coming to look for me. 'Something has followed me,'
+I gasped, 'from the haunted barn&mdash;the ghost!' 'Did you see it?' says he.
+'No,' says I, 'though I turned round a dozen times to look for it. But I
+heard it pat, pat, pat, behind me all the way.' 'And it's behind you
+now,' says Barney, bursting into a loud laugh. I jumped about six feet.
+'There it is,' says Barney, roaring again, and pointing to&mdash;Pop Robins's
+tame raven! The sly old thing looked up at me, nodded its shining black
+head, croaked 'Apples!' and walked off. It had followed me from the
+barn, and every time I wheeled quickly round, it hopped just as quickly
+behind me, and so of course I saw nothing but the long road and the
+moonlight on it. But I never want to be so scared again, and if ever any
+of you boys go for anything belonging to other people, don't you count
+me in."</p>
+
+<p>"What became of the apples?" asked Jerry O'Neil.</p>
+
+<p>"If you'd 'a been there I could have told you," said Charley.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_HOUSE_THAT_BELL_BUILT" id="THE_HOUSE_THAT_BELL_BUILT"></a>THE HOUSE THAT BELL BUILT;</h2>
+
+<h3>Or, the Sad End of a little Girl's Romance.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="400" height="385" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Sitting alone in the fire-light's flare,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">This is the house that Bell built.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="400" height="394" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">This is the girl with the golden hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That lived in the house that Bell built.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="400" height="413" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">This is the garden fresh and fair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Where played the girl with the golden hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That lived in the house that Bell built.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="400" height="419" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">These are the peaches sweet and rare,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That grew in the garden fresh and fair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Where played the girl with the golden hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That lived in the house that Bell built.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="400" height="370" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">This is the great and terrible bear,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That ate the peaches sweet and rare,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That grew in the garden fresh and fair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Where played the girl with the golden hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That lived in the house that Bell built.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="400" height="403" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">This is the prince with noble air,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Who killed the great and terrible bear,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That ate the peaches sweet and rare,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That grew in the garden fresh and fair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Where played the girl with the golden hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That lived in the house that Bell built.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="400" height="407" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">This is the wedding beyond compare,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">In which the prince of noble air,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Who killed the great and terrible bear,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That ate the peaches so sweet and rare,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That grew in the garden fresh and fair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Married the girl with the golden hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That lived in the house that Bell built.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="400" height="407" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">This is the house-maid, Biddy McNair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">With face so red and arms so bare,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Who took the poker without a care,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And slew the prince of noble air,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Who killed the great and terrible bear,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That ate the peaches so sweet and rare,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That grew in the garden fresh and fair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And married the girl with the golden hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">That lived in the house that Bell built.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><b>Flower-Pots for Rooms.</b>&mdash;Fill a pot with coarse moss of any kind, in the
+same manner as it would be filled with earth, and place a cutting or a
+seed in this moss: it will succeed admirably, especially with plants
+destined to ornament a drawing-room. In such a situation plants grown in
+moss will thrive better than in garden mould, and possess the very great
+advantage of not causing dirt by the earth washing out of them when
+watered. The explanation of the practice seems to be this: that moss
+rammed into a pot, and subjected to continual watering, is soon brought
+into a state of decomposition, when it becomes a very pure vegetable
+mould; and it is well known that very pure vegetable mould is the most
+proper of all materials for the growth of almost all kinds of plants.
+The moss would also not retain more moisture than precisely the quantity
+best adapted to the absorbent powers of the root&mdash;a condition which can
+scarcely be obtained with any certainty by the use of earth.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><b>The Advantages of Foreign Tongues.</b>&mdash;In the <i>Letters of Charles Dickens</i>,
+recently published, occurs this pleasant child's story: "I heard of a
+little fellow the other day whose mamma had been telling him that a
+French governess was coming over to him from Paris, and had been
+expatiating on the blessings and advantages of having foreign tongues.
+After leaning his plump little cheek against the window glass in a
+dreary little way for some minutes, he looked round, and inquired in a
+general way, and not as if it had any special application, whether she
+didn't think 'that the tower of Babel was a great mistake altogether.'"</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_018.jpg" width="600" height="255" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Vancouver, Washington Territory</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>Mamma takes the <i>Bazar</i>, papa the <i>Weekly</i> and <i>Magazine</i>. I have
+the first and second numbers of <i>Young People</i>. I like it very
+much, but I like "The Brave Swiss Boy" the best. I am ten years
+old. I saw in your letter to us that you wanted us to write to your
+paper. I think it must have been very funny to come across the
+plains in a wagon. I came across from Fond du Lac, Wisconsin (where
+I was born), in the cars, and not in the long trains of wagons.</p>
+
+<p>Oro Brown read "Two Ways of Putting It," from the first number of
+<i>Young People</i>, in school last Friday.</p>
+
+<p>The pets I have are gray and Maltese kittens. I did once have a
+chicken that would come and eat wheat out of my hand, and fly into
+my arms.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Julia B.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I live a little way from Scranton, Pennsylvania, and a friend takes
+<i>Harper's Young People</i> for me. I have had a great deal of fun
+trying to draw a pig with my eyes shut. It is very funny to sit
+down with your eyes shut and try to feed another person with a
+spoon.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Daisy</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Middletown, New York</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I wanted to write to you, and tell you how much I liked your nice
+paper. I like the story of "The Brave Swiss Boy" best. I live with
+my grandpa and grandma, who are very good to me, and I love them
+very much. Please print this, and oblige</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Harry W.&nbsp;T.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Pretty communications are received from Frederick B., Brooklyn, New
+York; Perkins S., New York city; Annie L., New London, Connecticut; Mary
+E.&nbsp;R., Albany, New York; Mabel L., New York city; and Lottie S.&nbsp;B.,
+Boston, Massachusetts.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">A.&nbsp;M.&nbsp;S.</span>&mdash;As it may interest other young readers, we print the whole
+list of portraits on the United States postage-stamps in use at present,
+as well as the one you require: One cent, Franklin; two cent, Jackson;
+three cent, Washington; five cent, General Taylor; six cent, Lincoln;
+seven cent, Stanton; ten cent, Jefferson; twelve cent, Clay; fifteen
+cent, Webster; twenty-four cent, Scott; thirty cent, Hamilton; ninety
+cent, Commodore O.&nbsp;H. Perry.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Bessie G.</span>&mdash;Your "Bran Pudding" is excellent, but it came too late for
+use. We shall reserve it for next Christmas, as it is good enough to
+keep.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Correct answers to Christmas Puzzle in No. 8 are received from Charlie
+G.&nbsp;G., Gussie L., Birdie C., J.&nbsp;N.&nbsp;D., Fred A.&nbsp;O., Herbert W.&nbsp;B., Emily
+J.&nbsp;M., Nina B.&nbsp;F., Willie C., Herbert H., Isabella C. Van B., and
+William W.&nbsp;F. The answer will be published in our next number.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The following easy puzzles from very young readers are offered for other
+very young readers to solve:</p>
+
+<h3>No. 1.</h3>
+
+<h3>WORD SQUARE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 28em;">My first is a battle.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 28em;">My second is a girl's name.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 28em;">My third is not cooked.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;">K.&nbsp;S. (nine years old).</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 2.</h3>
+
+<h3>ENIGMA.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My first is in stove, but not in coal.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My second is in pit, but not in hole.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My third is in rod, but not in pole.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fourth is in bear, and also in mole.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fifth is in head, but not in scroll.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My sixth is in steal, and also in stole.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">If you can not guess this, you are not witty,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">For my whole is found in every city.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;">C.&nbsp;G. (eleven years old).</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 3.</h3>
+
+<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">I am a word of 10 letters.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My 1, 2, 3, 4 is a kind of labor.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My 8, 9, 10 is a weight.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My 6, 5, 7 is what a boy of a certain race is often called.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My whole was a great man.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;">R.&nbsp;D.&nbsp;C.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 4.</h3>
+
+<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 28em;">I am a word of 6 letters.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 28em;">My 1, 5, 2 is a noun.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 28em;">My 3, 4, 5 is a biped.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 28em;">My 6, 1, 2 is a verb.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 28em;">My whole is a city in Europe.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;">F.&nbsp;C.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 5.</h3>
+
+<h3>ENIGMA.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My first is in cold, but not in hot.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My second is in pan, but not in pot.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My third is in nap, but not in sleep.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My fourth is in sold, but not in keep.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My fifth is in flute, but not in drum.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My sixth is in example, but not in sum.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">My whole is useful in the dark.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;">M.&nbsp;L.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 6.</h3>
+
+<h3>DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</h3>
+
+<p>A girl's name. A measure. A fine net. A girl's name. A verb. An
+explanation. The answer is two cities of the United States.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;">M.&nbsp;L.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 7.</h3>
+
+<h3>RIDDLE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">Decline ice-cream.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;">M.&nbsp;L.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 8.</h3>
+
+<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">I am composed of 18 letters.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 17, 18, 9 is the Latin name of an animal.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 16, 10, 4, 13, 8 is a young animal.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 14, 11 is a prefix.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 6, 2, 12, 7 is a word applied to old clothes.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 1, 5, 3 is a pronoun.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 15 is a vowel.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">A good many little folks like my whole very much.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;">M.&nbsp;E.&nbsp;R.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<p class="center">Answers to the above puzzles will be given in <i>Young People</i> No. 15.</p>
+
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+
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+
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+
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+<p><b>PLAYS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE</b>, with Songs and Choruses, adapted for Private
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+Street, New York. Send your address for a Catalogue of Tableaux,
+Charades, Pantomimes, Plays, Reciters, Masks, Colored Fire, &amp;c., &amp;c.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>Old Books for Young Readers.</h2>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h3>Arabian Nights' Entertainments.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The Thousand and One Nights; or, The Arabian Nights'
+Entertainments. Translated and Arranged for Family Reading, with
+Explanatory Notes, by <span class="smcap">E.&nbsp;W. Lane</span>. 600 Illustrations by Harvey. 2
+vols., 12mo, Cloth, $3.50.</p></div>
+
+<h3>Robinson Crusoe.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The Life and Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York,
+Mariner. By <span class="smcap">Daniel Defoe</span>. With a Biographical Account of Defoe.
+Illustrated by Adams. Complete Edition. 12mo, Cloth, $1.50.</p></div>
+
+<h3>The Swiss Family Robinson.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The Swiss Family Robinson; or, Adventures of a Father and Mother
+and Four Sons on a Desert Island. Illustrated. 2 vols., 18mo,
+Cloth, $1.50.</p>
+
+<p>The Swiss Family Robinson&mdash;Continued: being a Sequel to the
+Foregoing. 2 vols., 18mo, Cloth, $1.50.</p></div>
+
+<h3>Sandford and Merton.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The History of Sandford and Merton. By <span class="smcap">Thomas Day</span>. 18mo, Half Bound,
+75 cents.</p></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
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+
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+mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on receipt of
+the price</i>.</h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><i>The Fairy Books</i>.</h2>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>THE PRINCESS IDLEWAYS.</b> By Mrs. <span class="smcap">W.&nbsp;J. Hays</span>. Illustrated. l6mo, Cloth, 75
+cents.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>THE CATSKILL FAIRIES.</b> By <span class="smcap">Virginia W. Johnson</span>. 8vo, Illuminated Cloth,
+Gilt Edges, $3.00.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>FAIRY BOOK ILLUSTRATED.</b> 16mo, Cloth, $1.50.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>PUSS-CAT MEW</b>, and other New Fairy Stories for my Children. By <span class="smcap">E.&nbsp;H.
+Knatchbull-Hugessen</span>, M.P. Illustrated. 12mo, Cloth, $1.25.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>FAIRY BOOK.</b> The Best Popular Fairy Stories selected and rendered anew.
+By the Author of "John Halifax." Illustrated. 12mo, Cloth, $1.25.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>FAIRY TALES.</b> By <span class="smcap">Jean Mac&eacute;</span>. Translated by <span class="smcap">Mary L. Booth</span>. Illustrated.
+12mo, Bevelled Edges, $1.75; Gilt Edges, $2.25.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>FAIRY TALES OF ALL NATIONS.</b> By <span class="smcap">&Eacute;. Laboulaye</span>. Translated by <span class="smcap">Mary L.
+Booth</span>. Illustrated. 12mo, Cloth, Bevelled Edges, $2.00; Gilt Edges,
+$2.50.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>THE LITTLE LAME PRINCE.</b> By the Author of "John Halifax, Gentleman."
+Illustrated. Square 16mo, Cloth, $1.00.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>FOLKS AND FAIRIES.</b> Stories for Little Children. By <span class="smcap">Lucy Crandall
+Comfort</span>. Illustrated. Square 4to, Cloth, $1.00.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p><b>THE ADVENTURES OF A BROWNIE</b>, as Told to my Child. By the Author of "John
+Halifax, Gentleman." Illustrated. Square 16mo, Cloth, 90 cents.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h3>Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, New York.</h3>
+
+<h4>&#9758; <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the
+United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center">"<i>A book beyond the pale of criticism.</i>"</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 30em;"><span class="smcap">N.&nbsp;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.&mdash;<i>N.&nbsp;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.&mdash;<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.&mdash;<i>N.&nbsp;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.&mdash;<i>Providence Press.</i></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h3>Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, N.&nbsp;Y.</h3>
+
+<h4>&#9758; <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>WHAT MR. DARWIN SAW</h2>
+
+<h3>In His Voyage Round the World</h3>
+
+<h3>in the Ship "Beagle."</h3>
+
+<h4>ADAPTED FOR YOUTHFUL READERS.</h4>
+
+<h4>Illustrated, 8vo, Cloth, $3.00.</h4>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p>A capital book on natural history for young readers.&mdash;<i>Hartford
+Courant.</i></p>
+
+<p>A superb volume filled with maps and pictures of beasts, birds, and
+fishes, as well as the faces of all sorts of men, and with all this a
+most delightful story of real travel round the world by a very famous
+naturalist.&mdash;<i>Christian Intelligencer</i>, N.&nbsp;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.&mdash;<i>Philadelphia North American.</i></p>
+
+<p>It can scarcely be opened anywhere without conveying interest and
+instruction.&mdash;<i>S.&nbsp;S. Times</i>, Phila.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h3>Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, New York.</h3>
+
+<h4>&#9758; <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the
+United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center">"<i>A nice Gift for Children.</i>"</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 30em;"><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-book would
+appreciate every word.&mdash;<i>Christian Intelligencer</i>, N.&nbsp;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.&mdash;<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.&mdash;<i>Boston Courier.</i></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h3>Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, N.&nbsp;Y.</h3>
+
+<h4>&#9758; <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the
+United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center">"<i>A most enchanting story for boys.</i>"</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 30em;"><span class="smcap">Pittsburgh Telegraph</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h2>AN INVOLUNTARY VOYAGE.</h2>
+
+<h3>By LUCIEN BIART,</h3>
+
+<h4>Author of "Adventures of a Young Naturalist."</h4>
+
+<h3>TRANSLATED BY</h3>
+
+<h3>Mrs. CASHEL HOEY and Mr. JOHN LILLIE.</h3>
+
+<h4>ILLUSTRATED.</h4>
+
+<h4>l2mo, Cloth, $1.25.</h4>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p>A very charming book, brimming full of adventures, and has not an
+uninteresting page between its covers.&mdash;<i>Baltimore Gazette.</i></p>
+
+<p>A book that is at once novel and entertaining. * * * All the book is
+lively, and the voyagers have some adventures, the telling of which is
+as entertaining as any book of Jules Verne's, besides having nothing in
+them that is improbable or extravagant.&mdash;<i>Philadelphia Bulletin.</i></p>
+
+<p>A most enchanting story for boys. * * * It is a story of adventure, and
+also contains much interesting and useful information.&mdash;<i>Pittsburgh
+Telegraph.</i></p>
+
+<p>A narrative crowded with adventure, told in the lively and graphic style
+for which the French writers of books for boys are so noted.&mdash;<i>Cleveland
+Herald.</i></p>
+
+<p>One of the most attractive books of the season. * * * Spirited sketches
+of travel and adventure on the ocean wave, among the islands and on
+southern coasts, fill these chapters. But the main point which gives
+them their highest flavor is the experience of naval warfare during our
+late civil conflict.&mdash;<i>Observer</i>, N.&nbsp;Y.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h3>Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, N.&nbsp;Y.</h3>
+
+<h4>&#9758; <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the
+United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4>
+
+<hr style='width: 65%;' />
+
+<h3>A BOOK FOR EVERYBODY.</h3>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h4>Ninth Edition now Ready.</h4>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p class="center"><b>HOW TO GET STRONG, AND HOW TO STAY SO.</b> By <span class="smcap">William Blaikie</span>. With
+Illustrations. 16mo, Cloth, $1.00.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p>Your book is timely. Its large circulation cannot fail to be of great
+public benefit.&mdash;Rev. <span class="smcap">Henry Ward Beecher</span>.</p>
+
+<p>It is a book of extraordinary merit in matter and style, and does you
+great credit as a thinker and writer.&mdash;Hon. <span class="smcap">Calvin E. Pratt</span>, <i>of the New
+York Supreme Bench</i>.</p>
+
+<p>A capital little treatise. It is the very book for ministers to
+study.&mdash;Rev. <span class="smcap">Theodore L. Cuyler</span>, D.D., <i>in New York Evangelist</i>.</p>
+
+<p>It is unquestionably one of the most practical and useful books on this
+topic which have ever been published in this country.&mdash;<i>N.&nbsp;Y. Evening
+Express.</i></p>
+
+<p>We know of no man in America more capable of writing such a book, or who
+has a better right to do so.&mdash;<i>Rutland Daily Herald and Globe.</i></p>
+
+<p>It will pay any person&mdash;whether a farmer or lawyer, laborer or idler,
+school-girl or housewife&mdash;to buy and read it, and follow its
+teachings.&mdash;<i>Springfield Union.</i></p>
+
+<p>A veritable treasury of muscular common-sense.&mdash;<i>Charleston News and
+Courier.</i></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h3>Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, New York.</h3>
+
+<h4>&#9758; <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_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_019.jpg" width="600" height="330" alt="Capricornus No. 1. &quot;You butter stop!&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">Capricornus No. 1. &quot;You butter stop!&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_020.jpg" width="600" height="330" alt="Capricornus No. 2. &quot;You butter get out of the way!&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">Capricornus No. 2. &quot;You butter get out of the way!&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_EGG_TOMBOLA" id="THE_EGG_TOMBOLA"></a>THE EGG TOMBOLA.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/ill_021.jpg" width="300" height="300" alt="Fig. 1." title="" />
+<span class="caption">Fig. 1.</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 233px;">
+<img src="images/ill_022.jpg" width="233" height="300" alt="Fig. 2." title="" />
+<span class="caption">Fig. 2.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>A very amusing toy can be made out of an egg, to resemble Fig. 1 in our
+picture. The one from which our drawing is copied was constructed in
+half an hour. The way to do it is this: Get a clean, well-shaped fresh
+egg. With a strong needle make a hole at each end about the size of a
+large shot, then suck out the contents of the egg. Now you have the
+hollow shell. Through one of the holes drop in about half a tea-spoonful
+of shot and the same quantity of pellets of bees-wax or tallow. Now take
+a small bit of bread and work it between the fingers till it becomes a
+paste; with this stop up the hole at the big end of the egg. Then
+procure a cup of boiling water, and hold the egg in it till the wax is
+melted, taking care to hold it quite upright, so that all the shot will
+settle in the big end. This will take about five minutes. Then hold the
+egg in very cold water till the wax has cooled. This will take about
+five minutes more. You will now find that the egg will stand upright on
+the table, no matter in what position you may lay it down. The next
+thing is to paint or draw on it the figure of an old gentleman like our
+picture, and you have the Tombola complete. If the figure be painted
+with oil-colors, the Tombola can be made to perform his pranks in a
+basin of water.</p>
+
+<p>Fig. 2 shows the interior of the egg and the position of the shot and
+wax.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="STORIES_OF_DOGS" id="STORIES_OF_DOGS"></a>STORIES OF DOGS.</h2>
+
+<p>We are sure all young people will read with pleasure the following
+description of a very remarkable dog which belonged to the Hon.
+Alexander H. Stephens. This dog, which is mentioned in the <i>Life of Mr.
+Stephens</i>, was a very large and fine white poodle, named Rio, a dog of
+unusual intelligence and affection, to which Mr. Stephens became very
+strongly attached. While Mr. Stephens was in Washington, Rio staid with
+Linton Stephens, at Sparta, Georgia, until his master returned. Mr.
+Stephens would usually come on during the session of Greene County
+court, where Linton would meet him, having Rio with him in his buggy,
+and the dog would then return with his master. When this had happened
+once or twice, the dog learned to expect him on these occasions. The
+cars usually arrived at about nine o'clock at night. During the evening,
+Rio would be extremely restless, and at the first sound of the
+approaching train he would rush from the hotel to the d&eacute;p&ocirc;t, and in a
+few seconds would know whether his master was on the train or not, for
+he would search for him through all the cars. He was well known to the
+conductors, and if the train happened to start before Rio had finished
+his search, they would stop to let him get out. But when his search was
+successful, his raptures of joy at seeing his master again were really
+affecting. His intelligence was so great that he seemed to understand
+whatever was said to him; at a word he would shut a door as gently as a
+careful servant might have done, or would bring a cane, hat, or
+umbrella. He always slept in his master's room, which he scarcely left
+during Mr. Stephens's attacks of illness. In a word, Mr. Stephens found
+in him a companion of almost human intelligence, and of unbounded
+affection and fidelity, and the tie between the man and the dog was
+strong and enduring.</p>
+
+<p>"For nearly thirteen years he was," says Mr. Stephens, "my constant
+companion, when at home, day and night, and until he became blind, a few
+years ago, he always attended me wherever I went, except to Washington.
+You may well imagine, then, how I miss him!&mdash;miss him in the yard, in
+the house, in my walks; for though blind, he used to follow me about the
+lot wherever I went. When I was reading or writing, he was always at my
+feet. At night, too, his bed was the foot of my own. His beautiful white
+thick coat of wool was soft as silk. Who that knew him as I did could
+refrain from shedding a tear for poor Rio?"</p>
+
+<p>Of course he was properly interred, in a coffin, in the garden, and
+placed in the position in which he usually slept, with his face on his
+fore-feet.</p>
+
+<p>The smartest Newfoundland dog yet discovered lives at Haverhill,
+Massachusetts. He meets the newsboy at the gate every morning, and
+carries his master's paper into the house; that is, he did so till the
+other day, when his master stopped taking the paper. The next morning
+the dog noticing the boy passing on the other side without leaving the
+newspaper, went over and took the whole bundle from him, and carried
+them into the house. That's the kind of dog <i>he</i> is.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_023.jpg" width="600" height="651" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">Ike and Tommy know that Aunt Patty is awfully scared of Tramps, and so
+they rig up this figure, and knock at the door. Dreadful mean, wasn't
+it?</p>
+
+
+
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+Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 13, 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
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+
+Title: Harper's Young People, January 13, 1880
+       An Illustrated Weekly
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: March 11, 2009 [EBook #28304]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 13, 1880 ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Annie McGuire
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HARPER'S
+
+YOUNG PEOPLE
+
+AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+VOL. I.--NO. 11. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
+CENTS.
+
+Tuesday, January 13, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
+per Year, in Advance.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: JEANIE AND THE UMBRELLA.]
+
+JEANIE LOWRIE, THE YOUNG IMMIGRANT.
+
+BY MISS F. E. FRYATT.
+
+
+It was early winter evening at Castle Garden, the scores of gas jets
+that light the vast rotunda dimly showing the great hall deserted by all
+the bustling throngs of the morning, save the few women and children
+clustered around the glowing stove, and closely watched by the keen-eyed
+officials who smoked and chatted within the railings near them.
+
+Sitting apart from these, taking no notice of the gambols of the
+children, was a wee lassie of perhaps eight summers, her round, childish
+face drawn with trouble, and her great blue eyes brimful of tears. She
+was evidently expecting somebody, for her gaze was fixed on the door
+beyond, which seemed never to open.
+
+It was little Jeanie Lowrie waiting for her grandfather's return. Old
+Sandy Lowrie, thinking to take advantage of their stay overnight in New
+York to visit his foster-son, who had left Scotland for America when a
+lad, had gone out in the afternoon into the great city, bidding Jeanie
+carefully guard their small luggage--a few treasures tied up in a silken
+kerchief, and Granny's precious umbrella, which was a sort of heirloom
+in the family.
+
+While the great crowd surged to and fro, and the winter sunlight flooded
+the room, Jeanie had been content to watch and wait, half pleased and
+half frightened at the shouts and noises that fill the place on steamer
+day; but when the men, women, and children all went away, by twos and
+threes, save a few, and silence came with the increasing darkness, and
+the dim gas jets were lighted overhead, her heart, oppressed by a
+thousand fears, sunk within her, and she fell to sobbing bitterly.
+
+Now there were not wanting kind hearts in the little groups around the
+stove; for there was Mary Dennett, with her five laddies, going to join
+her husband at the mines in Maryland; and Janet Brown, her neighbor,
+with her three rosy lassies; and Jessie Lawson, with her wee Davie; and
+not one of these three would see a child suffering without offering
+consolation. Kind Janet soon had her folded in motherly arms in spite of
+the bundle and the great umbrella, which the lassie stoutly refused to
+part with for a moment; and Mary Dennett, crossing over to the counter
+on the far side of the room, bought her cakes and apples; while the
+children, not to be outdone, made shy endeavors to beguile her into
+their innocent play.
+
+But to each and all of these Jeanie turned a deaf ear, moaning
+constantly: "I want my ain, ain gran'daddie; he hae gaun awa', an' left
+me alane. Oh, gran'daddie, cam back to your Jeanie!"
+
+The evening wore on into night, and still no Sandy came to comfort
+Jeanie; but there came that great consoler, sleep. Soon she slumbered in
+Janet's arms, and the kind soul, fearing to waken her, held her there
+till the beds for the little company were spread on the floor; then she
+laid Jeanie tenderly down, with her treasures still clasped in her arms,
+and covering her, stooped to print a warm kiss on the round tear-stained
+cheek, not forgetting to breathe a prayer for the missing Sandy's safe
+return.
+
+The snow glistened on the walks and grass-plats of the park without; the
+wind roared down the streets and whistled among the bare branches of the
+trees, and rushing along, heaped up the waters in huge billows, dashing
+them against the great stone pier; men passed to and fro, but Sandy came
+not, for far off in the great city he had lost his way.
+
+In vain he had asked every one to tell him where his foster-son Alec
+Deans lived. Meeting only laughter or rebuffs, he tried in the growing
+darkness to find his way back to Castle Garden, but could not. No one
+seemed to understand him, or cared to; so at last, worn out in mind and
+body, he sunk down on the stone steps of a house, unable to proceed a
+step further.
+
+Bright and early the next morning at Castle Garden the women were roused
+from their sleep, for the beds must be rolled up, and the place cleared
+for the business of the day, and all must be ready for the early train.
+
+In the confusion of preparing the children for breakfast and the
+journey, the women had forgotten Jeanie for the time, till suddenly
+Janet, spying her, with her bundle and her umbrella, standing and
+casting troubled, wistful glances at the door, ran over and brought her
+to where the women and children were drinking coffee from great cups,
+and eating rolls of brown-bread and butter. Seating her in the midst of
+them, she said, "Eat a bit o' the bannock, dearie. Gran'daddie will cam
+back wi' a braw new bonnet for Jeanie, and then we'll a' gang awa' i'
+the train togither."
+
+"I dinna want a bonnet," cried Jeanie; "I on'y want gran'daddie."
+
+"Dinna greet, bairnie; he'll no leave ye lang noo."
+
+But the old man, contrary to their hopes, failed to appear, so there
+rose a troubled consultation among the women regarding Jeanie. They had
+all lived neighbors to the Lowries, a mile or so beyond the dike which
+is a stone's-throw from the duke's palace, near Hamilton; the "gudemen"
+of their families, hearing great reports of the mines in America, and
+the times being hard for miners at home, had gone out to verify them,
+Angus Lowrie among the rest. All four had prospered, and now sent for
+their wives and bairnies. Young Lowrie, however, was doomed to the
+bitter sorrow of never more seeing the bonny wife he had left behind
+him, for a fever had carried her off in her prime; so that Jeanie, her
+bairn, was left to the sole care of her grandfather, who loved her
+tenderly, as the old are wont to love the young.
+
+While the women were in the midst of their dilemma, half resolved to
+carry off the "lane bairnie" privately, lest the officers should
+interfere, the superintendent, seeing some trouble was afoot, came over
+and soon settled the matter, for there was a law on the subject that he
+was bound to obey.
+
+But we are quite forgetting old Sandy all this time. Seeing that he was
+lost, and there was no help for it, that he should sit down in the
+particular spot he did was a peculiar stroke of good fortune, for it was
+the very house he had been seeking, and what was most wonderful, just at
+that moment the door above opened, and down came Alec Deans in time to
+hear Sandy's faint cry, "God help my puir Jeanie!"
+
+Alec Deans had not heard the dear Scottish accent in many a year, so
+straightway that sound went to his very heart-strings, making them
+thrill and tingle with a joy that was as suddenly turned to pain, when,
+stooping down, he found the old man fallen back as one dead.
+
+With little ado--for Sandy was small and thin--he lifted him bodily,
+carried him up the steps, and rang a peal which soon brought his wife to
+the door. Placing the old man on a sofa in the warm sitting-room where
+the light fell on his poor, pale face, Alec Deans in a moment recognized
+his foster-father, and set to work to restore him. The long stormy
+passage, and the trials incident to emigrant life on shipboard, added to
+the fatigue and fright of his night's wanderings, had so told on the old
+man's feeble frame, that after much effort on the part of Alec Deans to
+revive him, he could do no more than move restlessly, murmuring, "Puir
+Jeanie! Puir wee bairnie Jeanie!"
+
+Before he could well tell his story, the most of it became known to his
+foster-son, for the Commissioners, finding he did not return to Castle
+Garden, sending Jeanie weeping away to the Refuge on Ward's Island, and
+notifying the police, advertised the missing man in the papers.
+
+It was on the second day after Sandy's falling into such good hands that
+Alec, reading the morning paper at his breakfast table, saw the
+advertisement describing Sandy to the very Glengarry cap he wore on his
+head when missing.
+
+In short order he made his way to the Rotunda at Castle Garden, told the
+old man's adventure, and obtained a permit to bring Jeanie away from the
+Refuge.
+
+There was an hour to spare before the little steamboat _Fidelity_ would
+start for Ward's Island, so Alec, being a thoughtful man, employed it in
+purchasing a pretty fur hat and tippet and some warm mittens, lest
+Jeanie should suffer from cold, for it was a bitter day to sail down the
+East River.
+
+When Alec, arriving at his destination, was taken into the long
+school-room, and saw the sad pale-faced little creatures bending wearily
+over their lessons, stopping only to lift timid glances to his friendly
+face, as if they would gladly pour out their little hearts to him, he
+was filled with a great pity and a sharp regret that he could not take
+the wee things away with him, and give them each the shelter of as happy
+a home as that in which his own Phemie bloomed and flourished.
+
+"Jeanie Lowrie, step this way; you are wanted," exclaimed a teacher.
+
+Poor Jeanie, as she came reluctantly forward with downcast eyes, looked
+as if she feared some new disaster. Pale and dejected, could this be the
+blooming lassie who so short a time since parted with her grandfather?
+
+"Jeanie," said Alec, softly, "I've come to take you to your gran'daddie.
+Here's some warm things; put them on, and get ready."
+
+"Oh, sir, may I gang awa' frae here to see my ain, ain gran'daddie once
+mair?" cried the lassie, the glow of a great joy dawning on her pale
+face and lighting her eyes.
+
+"Yes, Jeanie," said Alec, brokenly, "home with my Phemie: he's there.
+There, do not cry; the trouble is all over," said Alec, soothingly,
+carrying her away in his arms, and trying to stay the sobs that
+convulsed her small body.
+
+Arrived at Castle Garden, a new surprise awaited him and Jeanie, for who
+should be there, pacing up and down in his strong impatience to see the
+bairnie, but Angus Lowrie. He had left his Southern cottage, which was
+prepared for their arrival, and hastened on to know the fate of Sandy
+and Jeanie. And now he had his darling in his strong arms, and so great
+was his joy that he could do little but press her to his breast, then
+hold her off and look into her eyes again and again, seeing mirrored
+there the eyes of his girl-wife Elsie, whom he had loved with a love he
+would bear to his grave.
+
+And now they must hasten to the dear old father who had braved the
+perils of the wintry deep that he might bring Elsie's one and only
+treasure to her husband, little recking that, far away from kith and
+kin, he should lay his old bones in a foreign land. If sorrow had had
+power to steal the roses from Jeanie's cheek, joy planted new and fairer
+ones there; and never did a brighter light dance in the blue eyes than
+when, a little later, with a soft sound of rapture, she flung her arms
+around Sandy's neck, crying, "My ain, ain gran'daddie, ye s'all never,
+never leave me ony mair!" Jeanie's presence did more to set old Sandy on
+his feet again than all the physic in the world; so in a few days the
+happy trio were whirling off to the mining village in Maryland, where
+they are living and prospering to-day.
+
+
+
+
+LADY PRIMROSE.
+
+BY FLETCHER READE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+  "As it fell upon a day
+  In the merry month of May."
+
+It was a long, long time ago that it happened--so long, in fact, that
+most people have forgotten all about it--but once upon a time, as the
+old, old stories tell, there lived in the village of Hollowbush an old
+woman and a little girl.
+
+And other people lived there too; but that does not concern us. The old
+woman, plain and brown and wrinkled though she was, was the wisest and
+kindest old lady anywhere to be found, which is reason enough for her
+being in the story; and as for the little girl, you have already guessed
+that she is Lady Primrose; but how she came to be Lady Primrose is what
+makes the story.
+
+The village of Hollowbush was as pretty a place as you would care to
+see--a quiet, quaint little town, where the grass ran up and down the
+streets in a wild, free way it had, to which no one thought of
+objecting; but as year after year went by, and the little girl who lived
+there grew older without, unfortunately, growing wiser, she became so
+tired of Hollowbush and its grass-grown streets that she was almost
+ready to run away.
+
+"If I were only rich," she was constantly saying to herself, "then I
+might go where I chose."
+
+Now it came to pass that one day in the merry spring-time, when the
+world is so sweet and fragrant that you can hardly put your nose
+out-of-doors without feeling as if you had tumbled head-foremost into a
+huge bouquet, this little girl sat by the open window, wishing and
+wishing with all her might that she were rich.
+
+"For then," she said to herself, "I could have a diamond necklace; and
+perhaps," she added, aloud, "I might have a jewelled coronet, like a
+queen."
+
+Just then the wise old woman of Hollowbush, who had the amiable
+peculiarity of appearing just when people most needed her, stopped
+before the window, and said, as she looked up at her young friend, "You
+were wishing for a diamond necklace, my child. What would you do if I
+should tell you of a country where diamonds are as plenty as flowers are
+here?"
+
+"What would I do?"--and the child laughed at the idea of there being but
+one thing she could do.
+
+"I would go to it at once, and fill my hands with the shining, beautiful
+things. But you don't mean that there really is such a place," she
+added, after a pause.
+
+The old lady smiled, and said, "If you really love gems better than
+anything else in the world, I can tell you where to find all and more
+than all you want."
+
+"That would be impossible," answered the child. "I could never have more
+than enough. But what a beautiful country it must be! Do tell me where
+to find it."
+
+Still smiling, this wonderful old lady, who knew all manner of strange
+secrets, called the child to her, and having whispered in her ear,
+pointed in the direction of the woods just beyond the village.
+
+The girl's face looked serious, as if she were perhaps a little
+frightened at what the old lady had told her; but if she could get all
+the jewels she wanted, it was worth more than one fright, she thought;
+so off she started without a word.
+
+The shy little blossoms that hide their faces from the sunlight grew
+here and there in the woods.
+
+White star-flowers and purple hepaticas nodded on their slender stems,
+while the crimson and white wood-sorrel fairly ran wild, creeping in and
+out through bush and brier, like a host of fairies in striped
+petticoats.
+
+"A nice place enough," said the child, tossing her head, "for those who
+know of nothing better; but I can't stop to admire such simple things.
+Gems and jewels are the only flowers I care for."
+
+The shadows were growing longer and deeper all around her, for the sun
+was almost down, and as she looked up through the trees she could see
+the pale face of the young moon peeping down at her through the
+branches.
+
+"Oh, if the wise old woman had only come with me!" said the child, in a
+whisper. The shadows took on strange, ghostly shapes, and the tall
+pine-trees, so high that their topmost branches seemed to rest against
+the sky, sang softly and slowly and all together,
+
+"Take care--take care--oh--oh--ough."
+
+She had never realized before how full of sounds the stillness of the
+deep woods may be, and it seemed to her as if the rustling of the leaves
+and the singing of the wind were strange unearthly voices calling out to
+her and warning her to go back. But in spite of the rustling leaves and
+the mournful sighing of the pines the little girl hurried on. Perhaps,
+just because of them, she hurried all the faster, for she felt quite
+sure that she was nearing the place to which she had been directed. And
+in a few moments she saw just before her the gray moss-grown rocks piled
+one above another which the wise old woman of Hollowbush had described,
+and heard far below the rushing and tumbling of a brook.
+
+Surely I must have been deceived! she thought.
+
+Here was no strange country sown with jewels, but simply a rocky ravine,
+where ferns waved in the wind, clinging to the rocks, and catching the
+spray from the water as it bubbled and hissed and fell in a snowy pool
+below.
+
+"This can't be the place," said the child, as she looked around; "but
+while I am here I may as well see what it is."
+
+So she clambered over the loose stones and decaying logs till she
+reached the level of the stream, and there, strangely enough, scattered
+among broken bits of granite, were small bright stones of a deep
+wine-color. "These are not diamonds," she said to herself, "but they are
+too pretty to lie neglected here, whatever they may be."
+
+She gathered them one by one, tying her handkerchief into four knots at
+the corners for a basket; and so absorbed was she that she had quite
+forgotten the weird shadows and the strange noises in the wood, until
+she was startled by a voice close beside her.
+
+Her heart gave a sudden bound, as if it were going to jump away from her
+without so much as saying by your leave, and turning quickly, she saw,
+not the old woman--although the voice had sounded curiously like
+hers--but a quaint pale-faced little man, with small faded-looking blue
+eyes that blinked in the moonlight as if the brightest of June-day suns
+had been shining upon him.
+
+[Illustration: "SO YOU ARE FOND OF GEMS, MY LITTLE MAIDEN?"]
+
+"So you are fond of gems, my little maiden?" said the small man, in a
+small thin voice, winking and blinking good-naturedly as he spoke.
+
+The child stood staring at her companion, too much astonished to answer
+him a word, for she, nor you, nor I, I believe, had ever seen such a
+curious being before. He was so small that she could have tucked him
+under her arm and run away with him, but his pale blue eyes had a
+strange light in them, like nothing seen above the ground, and she might
+have gone on staring at him from that day to this if her handkerchief
+had not slipped from her fingers, letting her stones roll here and there
+over the ground, whereupon she uttered a low cry of disappointment.
+
+"Oh, never mind those," said the little man, smiling; "they are nothing
+but garnets. Just come with me, and I will show you stones a thousand
+times more beautiful."
+
+"So you live in the country where gems grow instead of flowers?" said
+the child, recovering her voice and her self-possession at the same
+time.
+
+"Yes," he answered; "I am the keeper of the gate, and if you will come
+with me, I will show you more beautiful things than any you ever dreamed
+of."
+
+This invitation was just what the child wanted, and she followed the
+gate-keeper without another word.
+
+What a strange place it was, this country of his into which he was
+leading her! It was so dark that she could see nothing but gleaming
+lights shining through the darkness, red and yellow and green and
+crimson, like tiny magic lanterns hung at intervals high above her head
+against the wall.
+
+She began to perceive that they were going deep down under the earth,
+and she shivered, partly with cold and partly with fear, as she stepped
+carefully and slowly over the uneven path down which she and her guide
+were descending.
+
+"Is it far we have to go?" she asked at length, rather timidly.
+
+"Oh no," answered her companion. "This is simply a long corridor that
+runs through the base of the hills, but we have almost reached the end
+of it. In a few moments I shall lead you into the presence-chamber of
+the king."
+
+"The king!" echoed the child, hardly knowing whether to be frightened or
+pleased. "And am I to go before a king?"
+
+"Yes, yes," laughed the little man. "You don't suppose we are a people
+without a king?"
+
+As he spoke he knocked three times against the wall, and a voice from
+within called out, "Who's there? who's there? who's there?"
+
+"Aleck the gate-keeper," answered her companion, and immediately a door
+flew open.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+WILD-BOAR HUNTING IN JAPAN.
+
+BY WILLIAM ELLIOT GRIFFIS.
+
+
+[Illustration: SPEARING A WILD BOAR.--FROM AN ORIGINAL JAPANESE
+DRAWING.]
+
+Winter is the harvest-time of the Japanese hunter. The snow-covered
+ground is a great tell-tale, and the deer, bears, rabbits, and wild hogs
+can be easily tracked. Though the Japanese hunter often uses a matchlock
+or rifle, his favorite weapons are his long spear and short sword. He
+covers his head with a helmet made of plaited straw, having a long flap
+to protect his neck, and keep out the snow or rain. His feet are shod
+with a pair of sandals made of rice straw, his baggy cotton trousers are
+bound at the calves with a pair of straw leggings, and in wet weather he
+puts on a grass rain cloak. To see a group of hunters stalking through
+the forests in Japan, as I have often seen them, reminds one of bundles
+of straw out on a tramp.
+
+I once enjoyed a dinner of fresh boar-steak at the house of a famous
+Japanese hunter named Nakano Kawachi, who lived in a village at the top
+of a mountain, between the provinces of Omi and Echizen. I had been
+travelling all the morning on snow-shoes through the forests of Echizen.
+The snow was full of tracks of deer, hogs, rabbits, woodchucks, weasels,
+martens, porcupines, monkeys, and ferrets. The hunters were out in
+force, and their shouts made the forest ring with echoes. Our path lay
+through a valley, with rocks on either side.
+
+Just as we were within a mile of a village named Tone, a wild boar,
+closely pressed by a man with a spear, rushed down through the woods,
+and around a huge mass of rocks. The hunter, knowing every inch of the
+ground, sprang round a shorter curve, and reached the path at the end of
+the gully just as the boar at full trot leaped down. Levelling his long
+weapon, with all his might he drove the blade with a terrific lunge
+between the boar's ribs, just back of the heart. So great was the
+impetus of the swift animal that the hunter was nearly taken off his
+feet, while the boar turned a complete somersault. We expected to see
+the blade of the lance snap, or the handle wrench off; but no, steel and
+wood were too true. The boar struggled and rolled over the bloody snow,
+but was helpless to get on his feet again. The hunter quietly drew out
+the steel, wiped it with a bunch of dead leaves, and then, with equal
+coolness, drew his sword and severed the jugular vein of the dying boar.
+
+By this time the hunter's two sons, who had helped to start the animal
+from his lair, came down the hill. Passing two strands of rope made of
+rice straw around the carcass, they inserted a thick bamboo pole under
+the withes. Then swinging the pole over their shoulders, they started
+off on a dog-trot to the village, shouting as they went. We followed
+them, and when near the village gate heard a bedlam of unearthly yells
+and whoops of triumph from all the boys and girls of the village, who
+were proud of their famous hunter. We had entered into conversation with
+him, and learned that his name was Nakano Kawachi.
+
+Our party, at the invitation of the hunter, entered his house, first
+taking off our shoes. We all sat round the fire, which was in a great
+square hearth in the middle of the floor, while the chimney was a gaping
+black funnel in the ceiling. My party consisted of three of my students
+from the government school of Fukui, my interpreter, a brave soldier
+named Inouye, and my body-servant Sahei. The six mountaineers with huge
+wide snow-shoes, whom I hired for the size of their feet to beat a path
+in the snow-drift for our party, remained outside with the villagers.
+They, with their children, stood in crowds outside to catch a sight of
+me, as they had never seen an American before.
+
+Our host, first unstrapping his sword, carefully wiped and cleansed his
+spear, which he stands on its iron butt in the corner. We all sit around
+the fire, on which turnips and rice are boiling and omelet is frying.
+All around the ceiling from the smoky rafters hang strings of large
+dried persimmons, almost as sweet and luscious as figs. These we munch
+while Nakano cuts tenderloin steaks from half the carcass of a boar
+which he speared the day before. In a few moments seven hungry
+travellers are watching the sputtering, sizzling boar-steak as it wafts
+its appetizing odors everywhere, as it seems, but up the chimney.
+
+"Is this the second wild hog you've speared this winter?" asks Iwabuchi,
+the interpreter.
+
+"No, your honor," answers Nakano; "the snow began to fall ten days ago,
+and this is the eighth hog I have killed; but yesterday I speared my
+first boar this winter."
+
+"How long have you been a hunter?"
+
+"Hai! your honor, ever since I was a boy. I speared my first hog when I
+was fifteen."
+
+"What do you do with the boar's tusks?"
+
+"Hai! your honor, they are the most valuable part of the animal. I sell
+them to an agent of an ivory-carving shop in Tokio, who comes through
+these parts in the spring. The Tokio men carve netsukes from them. They
+are not as good as ivory, but they do for bimbo [poor men]. My own
+netsuke is of boar's tusk."
+
+"Meshi shitaku" (rice is ready), cried the housewife, at this moment,
+and conversation was suspended. A little table of lacquered wood a foot
+square and four inches high was set before each man of our party. With
+chopsticks for the rice and knives for the boar-steak, we partook of the
+hunter's fare. The march of eight miles in the frosty air, plodding our
+way through drifts, and stepping on snow-shoes, which furnished good
+exercise for our legs, had made us ravenously hungry. When full, and all
+had said "Mo yoroshio" (even enough) to the polite girls who waited on
+us, we walked out to the front, where a gaping crowd gazed at the
+American white-face, as if they were at Barnum's, and he was the
+Tattooed Man. I rushed at them, pretending to catch the children, when
+they scattered like sheep. In their fright they tumbled over each other,
+until a dozen or more were sprawling on the snow or had tumbled
+head-foremost in the drifts. A smile, and the distribution of some
+sugared cakes of peas and barley, made them good friends again. After an
+hour's rest we bade the hunter, the villagers, and our snow-shoe men
+good-by, and resumed our journey in single file over the mountains to
+Tokio.
+
+
+
+
+SEEKING HIS FORTUNE.
+
+BY MRS. W. J. HAYS.
+
+
+A boy sat whistling on a fence. He was a lad of twelve years, and worked
+at all sorts of odd chores on the river farm, which sent most of its
+produce down to the city on the barges which one sees on the Hudson
+River, headed by little steam-tugs, and which are commonly called
+"tows." This boy, Tom Van Wyck, was a poor boy, and worked hard; he did
+not much care for the beautiful hills which encompassed the winding,
+gleaming river, nor the fair and fertile fields beyond, but he had an
+adventurous and daring spirit, which just now was working up in the
+manner of yeast when it is pushing its way through the mass of unbaked
+bread. All sorts of bubbles were bothering his brain, and foremost was
+the wish to leave his country home, and go to the great city of which he
+had heard so much, but about which he knew little. Aunt Maria, he was
+sure, would never say "yes" to his project. She looked upon the city as
+a great den of thieves, and she did not want Tom to go there; but he was
+tired of being a farm hand, and thought it would be fine to stand behind
+a counter, to wear kid gloves on a Sunday, to be able to buy good
+broadcloth and shining boots--indeed, with one bound to be a merchant
+prince whose grandeur should be the town talk.
+
+He had not very clear ideas as to how all this was to be attained, but
+he knew he could work hard; he had read how many a poor boy had
+struggled up to fame, and he meant to try, anyhow. And now, as he sat on
+the fence whistling, he was considering a plan of action. There was no
+use in being too tender-hearted. He would have to leave Aunt Maria
+without asking permission. True, the little red house by the hill was a
+snug little home, and his aunt toiled hard to make it so; but would he
+not come home to her with silks and diamonds which should so outshine
+her best alpaca that it would only do for common use? Often down at the
+dock he had talked with the men on the boats, but he knew none of them
+other than as Jack and Bill. His proposed plan was to leave some night
+quietly, get on a barge, go to the city, and secure work; then write
+home to Aunt Maria, and make his peace with her. Perhaps if Aunt Maria
+had known all these thoughts, she might have been less harsh when Tom
+scolded about farm-work, and called it drudgery; but she had a scornful
+way of sniffing at him and his ideas, which made Tom more and more close
+and reserved. On this very day, when the momentous project was ripening,
+she had said he was lazy, that "a rolling stone gathered no moss," that
+the "boy was father to the man," and that if all he could do was to
+whistle and whittle, he had better go over to Squire Green's and help
+them shuck their corn.
+
+"Shuck corn! In a week's or a month's time he'd show her what he could
+do."
+
+It was a clear October night, calm and beautiful, and Tom rose softly,
+tied his best suit up in a bundle with a couple of shirts, took off his
+shoes--he had not undressed--slipped down stairs, unfastened the door,
+which, however, was only latched, and crept out into the moonlight. He
+paused to count the few silver pieces in his little well-worn purse,
+took one long look at the red house, and especially at the window where
+little Jane's yellow head was oftenest to be seen--for Aunt Maria was
+mother as well as aunt to these two motherless children--and away he
+went. If he had any qualms of conscience, they were soon forgotten in
+the excitement of the moment. The walk was not a long one to the
+river-side, and he had made a right guess as to the time the night boat
+would land. One by one a sleepy head appeared from the sheds as the boat
+neared the wharf, but despite the moonlight, no one noticed him
+particularly as he slipped stealthily on board, and to his great relief
+the truck was soon shipped, the gang-plank drawn up, and the steamboat
+making its white furrow through the sparkling water. He was too
+wide-awake now to think of sleeping, and after paying his fare, sat down
+to watch the progress of the boat. By-and-by the moon sank, and it was
+dark; the chilly dawn soon came, and then long rows of sparkling lights
+appeared; the tall spires of the town; the masts of the shipping; the
+flitting ferry-boats, each with its green or scarlet blaze of lantern;
+rows of house-tops; docks; wharves; flag-staffs; sheds. This, then, was
+the great city of his hopes.
+
+Now there was a stirring and calling; a rush of men to the work of
+unlading; a heaving of ropes, winding of cables, shouts, curses, the
+rattling of carts on the piers, the tinkle of bells on the cars, the
+roar of escaping steam, the scream of whistles, and the foul smells of
+garbage and bilge-water. He watched the men at their work, he saw the
+passengers come out, with sleepy eyes and sodden faces, and take their
+departure. He too must go--but where? He wandered off the pier in a
+maze. Where should he go? what should he do in all this crowd of strange
+faces? He was hungry, and stopped at an apple stand, where a woman in a
+huge cap and plaid shawl sold him an apple and a molasses cake. He asked
+her if she knew where he could get work.
+
+"Shure an' I don't. It is hard enough to find it for my boy Jim, lettin'
+alone sthrangers."
+
+He went up to a man pitching boxes on a cart, and asked him the same
+question.
+
+"Be off, now! none of your nonsense with me," was the reply.
+
+To a dozen he spoke, and with little variety in the replies.
+
+This was somewhat disheartening, but of course he could not expect
+success at once. He must keep up a stout heart, so on he walked. It was
+a fine clear morning, but the air seemed to him heavy with bad odors,
+and he had never seen such filth as lay in the streets before him. The
+children looked wan and wizened and old, the grown people cross and
+care-worn; but by-and-by the streets improved; he came to the region of
+shops, where it was somewhat cleaner, and now every window attracted his
+gaze. There was so much to look at that he forgot himself until hunger
+again attacked him. One window was most inviting--raw oysters reposing
+in their shells, boiled eggs, salad, strings of sausages, and a juicy
+array of pies. He went in and asked the price of a dinner. "Fifty
+cents," was the reply of a personage whose florid countenance and
+well-oiled locks looked unctuous.
+
+Tom glanced at his purse in a corner. It was all he possessed, so he
+turned away. A little farther on was another window of the same sort,
+only the pies looked drier, and the viands staler; and as an ornament,
+flanked by beer bottles, was a queer, dwarfish-looking man built of
+empty oyster shells. He peered into the shop, and looked so hungry, that
+a man shouted at him in a manner that was not meant to be unkind, but
+which startled him much: "Vat for you comes here, hey? Can you open
+oyshters? Ve vant some one to open two or tree hundert; ve have one
+supper here to-night--the 'Bavarian Brueders' meet. If you can do the
+vork, you may have von goot sqvare meal." Tom hardly understood the man,
+but the gestures aided him, and putting his bundle down, he set to work
+on the cellar steps. Talk of farm-work being drudgery any more! In the
+pure, sweet October air they were gathering apples for the cider-press
+to-day. Tom remembered well what would have been his portion, as he sat
+on the dirty cellar steps and pegged away with his oyster-knife. It took
+him a long while to get the right touch, to clip off the muddy edge of
+the shells, to pry into the bivalve without injury to the luscious
+morsel within, and then to slip it into the big tin pail at hand. He got
+a bad cut in the palm as he did it, but he bound it up with his
+handkerchief, finished his score, and asked the man for his dinner.
+
+"You tink I gif you von plate und knife und fork und napkin; no, go to
+vork at the oyshters, und here is brod a blenty." So he had to take his
+meal as he could get it on the cellar stairs, but he stowed away enough
+to satisfy him before he again started on his travels. The food revived
+his drooping spirits, and he made bold to ask more people for work. Some
+shook their heads without a word; some said, "No, my boy," in a kind
+sort of way that made a lump come in his throat; others told him to go
+to the place assigned to evil spirits; and others again stared at him
+and passed on. This was not very promising. It was now late in the day,
+and he was far from the steamboat landing. He knew nobody, and was just
+wondering where he should pass the night, when a boy with a box strung
+by a leathern strap over his shoulder jostled him. He was a rough
+fellow, about his own age, but there was a twinkle in his eye which
+emboldened Tom to speak to him.
+
+"Do you know where I can get any work to do?"
+
+The boy put his fingers aside of his nose, winked violently, and made a
+grimace, but said nothing.
+
+"I'm in earnest," said Tom. "I want work badly."
+
+"Yes, in my eye!" was the response, regarding Tom's more decent apparel.
+
+"Oh, but I do. What is your trade?"
+
+"Now see here, feller-citizen, if you've any idea of comin' on my beat,
+I jist warn ye ye'd better git at once," and he shook his fist in Tom's
+face to make the reply more emphatic.
+
+"But I have not," said Tom, anxiously. "I only want work of some sort,
+and a decent lodging. I'm just from the country, and don't know a soul
+in this town; besides, I've hurt my hand, and it pains a good deal."
+
+"Let's see. I'm a crack doctor on all the fellers' cuts."
+
+Tom unbound his hand, and the youthful AEsculapius gazed at it with great
+interest.
+
+"That'll knock you up yet," was the comforting diagnosis, with a wise
+shake of the head. "Bad place to git a cut. Jim Jones had one jist in
+that spot, and it festered, and hurt him so he had to go to the
+hospital."
+
+"Pshaw!" said Tom.
+
+"Ye'd better get yer granny to poultice it."
+
+"I tell you I don't know a human being in this city, and I haven't an
+idea where I am going to sleep to-night."
+
+The boy surveyed him doubtfully.
+
+"You might go to the station-house."
+
+"Not if I know it," said Tom, whose visions of grandeur, though dimmer,
+were not to be brought down so low.
+
+"Then there's the Newsboys' Lodging-House."
+
+"Could I get in there? But I don't know the way."
+
+"Come along with me; I'll show yer. I sleep there most o' the time."
+
+This was, indeed, unforeseen good fortune, and Tom embraced it heartily.
+As they walked along, Tim got out of him his whole story; and when it
+was finished, he said to him: "You were a big fool to leave a good home
+and try your luck here. For one that swims, a hundred sinks. Why, half
+the time I'm hungry, and the way we fellers gits knocked about is jist
+awful."
+
+They reached the Lodging-House, and Tom, with his companion's aid,
+registered his name, got his ticket, and secured a bed. He was so tired
+he could hardly speak, and the pain in his hand was increasing. In the
+morning his friend had gone. The matron seeing his suffering dressed his
+hand, and led him on to tell her who he was and what was his errand to
+the city. Kindly and patiently, she pointed out to him the great wrong
+of his beginning, the wickedness of leaving his aunt in ignorance of his
+whereabouts, the mistake of supposing that it was an easy matter to work
+one's way up from obscurity to places of trust and honor; that if his
+endeavors were sanctioned by those in authority over him, and kind
+friends were willing to assist him and procure him occupation, he yet
+would find that it would only be by patient labor and constant effort
+that he could maintain himself, and that larks ready cooked no longer
+dropped into open mouths. All this and more came home to the sorrowful
+Tom with great force, for the dirt and jargon of the city were to him
+very distasteful. His castles were crumbling as he wended his way again
+to the docks. It was a weary time he had to find the boat which would
+carry him back, and it was with a grieved spirit that he found himself
+again at the door of the little red house by the hill. Grieved and weary
+and hungry, Aunt Maria, whose eyes were red with weeping, perceived him
+to be, and with wonderful wisdom she kept down her questions, and
+silently made him comfortable. Little Jane was full of curiosity, and
+more than one neighbor put their heads in to have a word to say.
+
+[Illustration: TOM TELLS THE STORY OF HIS DAY IN THE CITY.--DRAWN BY J.
+HODGSON.]
+
+A year afterward, as Tom, Ned Green, and Jonas were busy husking corn in
+the calm stillness of the fall, when the stacks were all about them,
+like Indian wigwams, and the stubble only of the golden pumpkins was
+left in the field, and the beautiful river wound itself away in the
+distance, bearing all kinds of craft, Tom told them about his day in the
+city, and said he had concluded that the country was good enough for
+him, and he meant to be a farmer all the days of his life.
+
+
+
+
+A GREAT CATHEDRAL.
+
+
+I remember well, when a child, hearing the Cathedral of St. Peter, in
+Rome, spoken of as being so immense that I thought of an ideal cathedral
+little less than a mountain in size, and the dome to be seen only as if
+looking at the stars. When the real cathedral was seen, of course that
+exaggerated idea had then long been tempered to something like the
+reality. Yet it was not without a certain pleasure to find that to get a
+good view, particularly of the dome, it was necessary for me to go from
+it several miles--to the Pincian hill, or a terrace of the beautiful
+Villa Doria-Pamfili. The latter view is one of the finest, as nothing
+else of all Rome is seen. The cathedral stands on the site of Nero's
+Circus, where many Christians were martyred, and where the Apostle Peter
+is said to have been buried after his crucifixion. In the year 90 an
+oratory was built there, and in 306 Emperor Constantine erected a
+church. It was the grandest of that time, and exceeded in size all
+existing cathedrals except two, yet was only half the size of the
+present building.
+
+This cathedral was begun in 1506, and after forty years all the
+foundations were not built. Then Michael Angelo, though seventy-two
+years old, was persuaded to be the architect. His predecessor had wasted
+four years in making a model of the proposed edifice, at a great cost,
+but he, with marvellous energy, completed his model in a fortnight.
+Though the work went rapidly on, he knew he could not live to see his
+cathedral finished, and he patiently made a wooden model of the great
+dome of exact proportions. From this model his idea was carried out.
+Twenty popes came and went, pressing the work to completion; eighteen
+architects planned and replanned, and expended $100,000,000, brought
+from the four quarters of the globe; and a hundred and fifty years
+rolled around before St. Peter's was finished. Sixtus V. employed six
+hundred men, night and day, ceaselessly at work upon the dome.
+
+The cathedral was consecrated on the 18th of November, 1626, the
+thirteen-hundredth anniversary of a similar rite in the first cathedral.
+It covers 212,321 square feet of ground, nearly twice the area of the
+next largest cathedral, that of Milan, which is a little larger than St.
+Paul's, of London. Its length is about equal to two ordinary city
+blocks, its width to that of a short block, and its total height that of
+a long block, or a little less than the height of the Great Pyramid of
+Egypt. The circumference of the base of the dome is such that two
+hundred ten-year-old boys and girls clasped hand to hand would just
+about stretch around it. The dome rests upon four buttresses, each
+seventy feet thick, and above them runs a frieze carved in letters as
+high as a man. Then, one above another, are four galleries, from the
+lower one of which a fine view of the inside of the church can be had.
+
+The little black things seen crawling on the pavement away down below
+are grown men and women. The whole inside of the dome is of
+mosaic-work, and set in this are mosaics of the evangelists--colossal
+figures, you may know, as the pen which St. Luke holds is seven feet
+long.
+
+The roof of the cathedral is reached by means of an easy slope, up which
+one could ride on a donkey. Emerging on the roof, all Rome is seen, the
+country from the mountains, and the blue Mediterranean Sea in the
+distance. The roof holds a number of small domes, and dwellings for the
+workmen and custodians, who live there with their families. But stranger
+still is a fountain fed from the rain caught upon the roof. There we
+would be as high as the top of many church steeples, but away above us,
+like a whole mountain, would rise the dome, with a little copper ball on
+the summit. If our courage and knees did not fail us, we would ascend to
+that ball by staircases between the internal and external walls of the
+dome, and find it large enough to hold a score of persons.
+
+So vast is the cathedral's interior that it has an atmosphere of its
+own--in winter slowly losing the heat of the preceding summer, and in
+summer slowly warming up for another winter. In cold weather the poor of
+Rome go there for comfort, as a Roman winter sometimes brings frosty
+days and ice. A traveller says he once saw a great sheet of ice around
+the fountain before the cathedral, and some little Romans awkwardly
+sliding on it. For the sake of doing what he never thought to do in
+Rome, he took a slide with them. The mosaic pictures, statues, and
+monuments are almost numberless, and the pavement of colored marble
+stretches away from the doors like a large polished field. Formerly, on
+Easter and June 28, the dome, facade, and the colonnades of the
+cathedral were illumined in the early evening by the light of between
+four and five thousand lamps. It was called the silver illumination, and
+is described as having been very grand and delicate. Suddenly, on a
+given signal, four hundred men, stationed at their posts, exchanged the
+lamps for lighted pitch in iron pans fastened to the ribs of the dome.
+Then the dome shone afar as a splendid flaming crown of light.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: TIRED OUT.--DRAWN BY A. B. FROST.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LYNX.
+
+
+An ugly and savage member of the great cat family is the lynx, a
+creature very numerous in Canada and in the wild forests of our most
+northern States. It is found all over Northern Europe as well, and in
+Germany and Switzerland; a smaller variety, called the swamp lynx, is
+also an inhabitant of Persia, Syria, and some portions of Egypt.
+
+The Canada lynx is a beast about three feet long, with a short stubbed
+tail, and might easily be mistaken for a large wild-cat. Its fur, which
+is short and very thick, and of a beautiful silver gray, is much used
+for muffs, tippets, and fur trimming. The lynx is a cowardly beast, and
+seldom attacks anything larger than hares, squirrels, and birds. It will
+sometimes rob a sheep-fold, as the gentle and pretty lambs have no means
+of defense against its terrible claws.
+
+It is very much hunted for its valuable fur, and some years thousands of
+these beautiful skins are sent to market. The ears are very curious,
+having a tuft of bristling hair on the very point; indeed, this ear
+ornament is a distinguishing characteristic of all the varieties of the
+lynx tribe.
+
+[Illustration: LYNX TREED BY DOGS.]
+
+The large and powerful dogs which are found in Canada and the northern
+portions of Michigan, Minnesota, and other border States, where they are
+used as train dogs to drag the mail sledges over vast wastes of snow
+during the winter, are natural enemies of the lynx, and pursue it
+furiously through the snow-bound forests. Their loud barking often
+warns the hunter before he himself catches sight of the game that the
+desired prize is treed, and awaits its fate, with arched back and fur
+bristling, after the manner of an enraged cat.
+
+The Canada lynx is a very stupid beast, and easily trapped--a method of
+catching it generally adopted by the Hudson Bay Company, as in this way
+its beautiful fur is uninjured by bullets.
+
+The European lynx is a much larger, stronger, and more ferocious beast
+than its Canadian brother. Its great hairy paws are like those of the
+lion and tiger, which, strange as it may seem, are also members of the
+pussy-cat family. It lives in wild Siberian forests (where large numbers
+of trappers subsist on the proceeds of its valuable fur), in Norway and
+Sweden, in Switzerland, and also in other countries where wild forests
+exist. Vast numbers roam through the steppes of Asia and the uninhabited
+portions of the Eastern world.
+
+So much is this creature dreaded in Switzerland for its depredations on
+the flocks that the shepherds whose sheep feed on the mountain pastures
+do all in their power to exterminate this cruel enemy of their fold, and
+a prize is offered by the government for every one killed.
+
+Driven by hunger, the European lynx will often attack deer and other
+large animals. A story is told of a lynx in Norway which, much against
+its will, was forced to take a furious ride on the back of a goat. The
+winter had been very severe, and failing to find food in the forests and
+rocky barrens, a young lynx spied a flock of goats feeding among the dry
+stubble of a field. Giving a quick spring, it landed on the back of a
+large goat, with the purpose of tearing open the arteries of its
+neck--its method of killing large animals. But the goat, feeling its
+unwelcome rider, set out at a gallop for the farm-yard, followed by the
+whole herd, all bleating in concert. The claws of the lynx had become so
+entangled in the heavy beard of its intended victim that escape was
+impossible, and the farmer by a skillfully aimed shot put an end to its
+life.
+
+Patience is largely developed in the lynx. It will lie stretched out for
+hours, on a branch of a tree, watching for its prey. If anything
+approaches, it crouches and springs. Should the rabbit or bird escape,
+the lynx never pursues, but slyly creeps back to its branch, and resumes
+its patient watch.
+
+When captured very young, lynxes may be tamed, and have been known to
+live on friendly terms with domestic animals, such as dogs and cats. But
+they are never healthy away from their native woods, and usually die in
+a short time. Even in the wild state the lynx is short-lived, and is
+said rarely to reach the age of fifteen years. In confinement the lynx
+never thrives. Specimens kept in menageries never become friendly, but
+grow sullen and suspicious. Spending the day in sleep, at night they
+walk restlessly up and down their cage, giving vent to hideous howls
+and yells.
+
+The glistening, piercing eyes of the lynx were formerly the subject of
+strange superstitions. In the days of Pliny it was known to the Romans
+by the same name it still bears. Specimens were first brought to Rome
+from Gaul (the country now called France), and so terrible was the
+glaring eye that it was said to be able to look through a stone wall as
+through glass, and to penetrate the darkest mysteries. Hence, no doubt,
+the expression "lynx-eyed," which is so often used to indicate keen and
+sharp watchfulness from which nothing can escape.
+
+
+
+
+THE DEAD-LETTER OFFICE.
+
+BY MRS. P. L. COLLINS.
+
+
+Of course, dear readers, all of you have heard of the Dead-letter Office
+at Washington, and I suppose you have the same vague idea that I had
+until I went there and learned better--that it is a place where letters
+are sent when they fail to reach those for whom they are intended, and
+are thence returned to the writers. Really, now, I believe this is what
+most grown-up people think too; but in truth, it is such a wonderful
+place that I am sure you will be surprised when I tell you of some of
+the things you may find there, and I think when you come to Washington
+it will be one of the first places you will wish to visit.
+
+Probably you have never written a great many letters, and I do not doubt
+that each one had its envelope neatly addressed by your father or
+mother, while you stood by to see that it was well done. I hope, too,
+that in due time your letters had the nice replies they deserved. You
+would have been much disappointed if any of them had been "lost in the
+mail," as people say, wouldn't you? You will not forget your stamp, I am
+sure, after I have related the following incident:
+
+There was once a little girl, only ten years old, who was spending six
+months in the city of New York, just previous to sailing for Europe. Her
+heart was filled with love for her darling grandpapa, whom she had left
+in New Orleans, and she wrote to him twice every week. Her letters were
+in the French language; at least, the one that I saw was, and it began
+"Cher Grandpere cheri." She said, "I hope that you have received the
+slippers I embroidered for you, and the fifteen dollars I sent in my
+last letter to have them made." But, alas! the package containing the
+slippers had reached the "cher grandpere cheri," while the letter and
+money were missing. Then this old gentleman wrote to the Dead-letter
+Office, and said that it was the only one of his granddaughter's letters
+he had ever failed to receive; that it could not have been misdirected;
+and his carrier had been on the same route for many years, so he _knew_
+him to be honest; therefore the money must have been mysteriously
+swallowed up in the D. L. O.
+
+What was to be done? Do you imagine the Dead-letter Office shook in its
+shoes?
+
+Not a bit of it. It turned to a big book, and found a number which stood
+opposite the little girl's letter, and then straightway laid hands upon
+the letter itself, and forwarded it to the indignant "grandpere."
+
+Now why all this trouble and delay, and saying of naughty things to the
+D. L. O., without which he might never have seen either his letter or
+his money? Simply this: the dear child had dropped her letter into the
+box _without a stamp_.
+
+You will be surprised to learn that something over four millions of
+letters are sent to the Dead-letter Office every year.
+
+There are three things that render them liable to this: first, being
+unclaimed by persons to whom they are addressed; second, when some
+important part of the address is omitted, as James Smith, Maryland;
+third, the want of postage. All sealed letters must have at least one
+three-cent stamp, unless they are to be delivered from the same office
+in which they are mailed, when they must have a one or a two cent stamp,
+according to whether the office has carriers or not.
+
+For the second cause mentioned above about sixty-five thousand letters
+were sent to the Dead-letter Office during the past year; for the third,
+three hundred thousand, and three thousand had no address whatever.
+
+When these letters reach the Dead-letter Office, they are divided into
+two general classes, viz., Domestic and Foreign, the latter being
+returned unopened to the countries from which they started.
+
+The domestic letters, after being opened, are classed according to their
+contents. Those containing money are called "Money Letters;" those with
+drafts, money-orders, deeds, notes, etc., "Minor Letters;" and such as
+inclose receipts, photographs, etc., "Sub-Minors." Letters which contain
+anything, even a postage-stamp, are recorded, and those with money or
+drafts are sent to the postmasters where the letters were first mailed,
+for them to find the owners, and get a receipt. From $35,000 to $50,000
+come into the office in this way during the year; but a large proportion
+is restored to the senders, and the remainder is deposited in the United
+States Treasury to the credit of the Post-office Department.
+
+When letters contain nothing of value, if possible they are returned to
+the writers. There are clerks so expert in reading all kinds of writing
+that they can discern a plain address where ordinary eyes could not
+trace a word. For instance, you could not make much of this:
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A dead-letter clerk at once translates it:
+
+  Mr. Hensson King,
+  Tobacco Stick,
+  Dorchester County,
+  Maryland.
+  In haste.
+
+And such spelling! Would you ever imagine that Galveston could be
+tortured into "Calresdon," Connecticut into "Kanedikait," and Territory
+into "Teartoir"?
+
+Recently the Postmaster-General has found it necessary to issue very
+strict orders about plain addresses, and a great many people have tried
+to be witty at his expense. I copied this address from a postal card:
+
+  Alden Simmons,
+  Savannah Township,
+  Ashland County, State of Ohio;
+  Age 29; Occupation, Lawyer;
+  Politics, Republican;
+  Longitude West from Troy 2 deg.;
+  Street Main
+  No. 249;
+  Box 1008.
+  Color, White;
+  Sex, Male;
+  Ancestry, Domestic.
+  _For President 1880, U. S. Grant!_
+
+About once in two years there is a sale of the packages which are
+detained in the office for the same reason that letters are. All the
+small articles are placed in envelopes, on which are written brief
+descriptions of their contents. Any one is allowed the privilege of
+examining them before purchasing. There are thousands of these packages,
+containing almost everything you can think of. I glanced over an old
+catalogue, and selected at random half a dozen things that will give you
+an idea of the endless variety: Florida beans, surgical instruments,
+cat-skin, boy's jacket, map of the Holy Land, two packages of corn
+starch, and a diamond ring--in truth, as the chief of the D. L. O. says
+in his report, "everything from a small bottle of choice perfumery to a
+large box of Limburger cheese."
+
+But there were two things that nobody would ever buy, so this great
+institution was obliged to keep them. One was a horrid, grinning,
+skeleton head, that had been sent to Dr. Gross, the eminent Philadelphia
+surgeon; but the box being nailed so that the postmaster could not
+examine its contents without breaking it, he was obliged to charge
+letter rates of postage, which the doctor refused to pay; consequently
+it found a proper resting-place in the house appropriated specially to
+dead things.
+
+Occupying the same shelf are several glass jars containing serpents of
+various sizes preserved in alcohol. These snakes were received at the
+D. L. O. in two large tin cans, the ends of which were perforated to
+admit air. They were addressed to a professor in Germany. It could not
+be ascertained at what office they had been mailed. There were seventeen
+in all, but some of the smaller ones were dead.
+
+System, punctuality, industry, belong to the Dead-letter Office. It
+seems to embrace every other branch of business, and, as I have shown
+you, even to know how to treat such unwelcome guests as a nest of live
+serpents.
+
+
+
+
+HOW MOTHER ROBIN CALLED A NEW MATE.
+
+BY E. JAY EDWARDS.
+
+
+A friend of mine has a robin's nest that he guards with very great care,
+and about which he tells a story to all the young and old people who
+call upon him.
+
+"There is a romance," he says, as he shows you the nest, "about this,
+and if you want to hear it, I will tell it to you."
+
+"It was a good many years ago," my friend begins, "that this nest was
+made. There came one morning early in April two robins to the big
+fir-tree in front of my window. One of them had, as sure as you live, a
+club-foot, and he hobbled about upon it in a very lively manner, and I
+know that it was this one--Mr. Robin, I call him--that fixed upon the
+precise place for the nest. For he whetted his bill upon a bough a great
+many times, and then he danced upon it with one foot and the other, as
+though trying its strength, and at last he flew up to Mrs. Robin, who
+was standing on the limb above looking at him. My window was open, and I
+heard him peeping the gentlest little song to her that you can imagine.
+Then she jumped down upon the limb, rubbed her bill upon it, and danced,
+while he looked at her, and after she had done these things she sang the
+same little melody. After that they flew away with great speed, and the
+next that I saw of them they were working with might and main, bringing
+twigs, moss, twine, and all sorts of things, until at last they had the
+nest made."
+
+Now my friend, when he gets so far in his story, always stops a moment
+and laughs, though you can not see anything to laugh at. But he looks
+closely at you, and just as soon as he observes the surprise that your
+eyes show, he says: "I ought to say right here that my mother had a very
+choice piece of lace, a collar or something of that sort, that was
+washed and put out upon a little bush to dry on the very day that Mr.
+and Mrs. Robin decided to build the nest in the fir-tree. A great fuss
+was made that evening because the lace collar could not be found, and
+mother wanted the police called, so that the thief might be arrested and
+the collar got back, for that collar was worth, I have heard, a great
+many dollars. But the police never found the thief.
+
+"Now I will go on, with my story," always continues my friend, and he
+generally takes the nest in his hands at this time. "Well, after this
+nest--this is the very one I hold in my hand--was built, you never saw a
+more attentive lover than this Mr. Robin. He would hop about with his
+club-foot, and seem to put his eye right upon an angle-worm's cave every
+time he flew down to the ground, and you might see him from early
+morning to sunset flying back and forth with his mouth full of good
+things for Mrs. Robin, and he would feed her as she sat upon the nest.
+
+"One day he seemed specially excited and happy; you could hear him
+singing in the tree more loudly than before, and I could see from my
+window the cause of his joy. Four yellow mouths were put up to receive
+the dainties he had brought, and then I knew that the little robins had
+come. Well, old Mr. Robin was so excited that he did not see our cat
+stealthily coming, as he was pulling away at a very long angle-worm.
+Pussy had him in her mouth before he could even give a warning cry, and
+the last I saw of Mr. Robin was the club-foot that hung out of Puss's
+mouth.
+
+"By-and-by Mrs. Robin seemed to get hungry, and I heard her uttering two
+strange notes that I had never heard before, and which seemed to me to
+sound just as though she was saying, 'Come here! come here!' Of course
+that was not what she said, but I have no doubt that the notes meant
+just that, and that every robin that might have heard them would have
+understood them as a call for help. But no robin came. It rained all
+that day, and poor Mrs. Robin kept up that cry, and her young ones
+continually thrust their bills from beneath her body, and opened them. I
+could not help them, of course, for little birds would rather starve
+than be fed by any one but their parents.
+
+"Now I am coming to the strangest part of my story," my friend always
+says when he reaches this point. "The next morning was clear, and I
+happened to be up early. Old Mrs. Robin had begun her plaintive call.
+Suddenly I saw a great many robins--not less than twenty, I should
+say--that had come together from some place, and rested upon the
+branches of a great elm-tree that was only a few yards away from the
+fir-tree. Of all the noises I ever heard from birds, those that these
+robins made were the strangest. At last they were quiet, and two of them
+flew off to the fir-tree, and cautiously made their way to the nest.
+Mrs. Robin looked at them, and sang a little trill. One of the visitors,
+with much shaking of his head, sang something in reply, and then the
+other one did the same thing. Mrs. Robin repeated her trill, and then
+she hopped up to the branch above, and sang another note or two, and the
+smaller of the two robins took his place beside her. Then the other
+robin flew away to his companions, and after singing a little, they all
+went off together.
+
+"When I looked back to the nest, Mrs. Robin sat there perfectly quiet,
+and, not more than a minute after, the new Mr. Robin brought a worm, and
+he was from that time until the little ones got their feathers and flew
+off as kind and attentive to Mrs. Robin as had been poor old club-footed
+Mr.
+
+"Now isn't this a pretty love story?" my friend inquires, and of course
+you say it is, and then ask him why he laughed, and what his mother's
+lace collar had to do with it, and he will answer you in this way:
+
+"Look in the nest. See what lies on the bottom, where the little robins
+nestled. I got the nest after they all flew away together, and there in
+the bottom was my mother's lace collar, not good to wear any longer, so
+I have let it stay there ever since. Do you suppose young robins ever
+had such a costly bed?"
+
+
+
+
+CHARLEY BENNET'S GHOST STORY.
+
+BY MRS. MARGARET EYTINGE.
+
+
+  "It is a sin to steal a pin,
+  As well as any greater thing,"
+
+sang little Al Smith, in a loud, shrill voice.
+
+"Very good sentiment, but very poor rhyme," drawled Hen Rowe (whose
+father was a poet), patting the singer's flaxen head in a patronizing
+manner.
+
+"Talking of stealing," said Charley Bennet, dropping the pumpkin he was
+turning into a lantern, "did I ever tell you fellers about the time I
+went down to old Pop Robins's to steal apples, and came back past the
+barn where the horse-thief hung himself years and years ago, 'cause he
+knew the constables--they called 'em constables in those times--were
+after him, and that he'd be hung by somebody else if he didn't? No?
+Here's a ghost story for you, then, and I hope it will be a warning to
+you all never to take anything that doesn't belong to you, 'specially
+apples.
+
+"You see, Billy Evans and I were staying with our folks at the hotel in
+Bramblewood that summer, and about two miles away was Pop Robins's farm.
+He used to bring eggs and chickens and vegetables and fruit to the
+hotel; and, oh my! wasn't he stingy?--you'd better believe it. He
+wouldn't even give you two or three blackberries, and if you asked him
+for an apple, he'd tremble all over. A reg'lar old miser _he_ was, with
+lots of money, and a bully apple orchard. 'Let's go there some night and
+help ourselves,' says Billy Evans, one day. 'Dogs,' says I. 'Only one,'
+says he; 'I know him, and so do you--old Snaggletooth; I gave him almost
+all the meat we took for crab bait the day we didn't catch any.' 'All
+right,' says I.
+
+"But when the night we'd agreed on came, Billy had cousins--girls--down
+from New York, and he had to stay home and entertain them. I don't care
+much for girls myself, and I was afraid they might want me to help
+entertain them too, so I made up my mind to go down to Pop Robins's
+alone. It was a splendid night; the moon shone so bright that it was
+almost as light as day. I scudded along, whistling away, until I got
+within half a mile of the orchard, and then I stopped my noise and
+walked as softly as possible, till I came to the first apple-tree. I
+shinned up that tree in a jiffy (old Snaggletooth didn't put in an
+appearance), filled my bag with jolly fat apples, and slid down again.
+But when I came to lift the bag up on my shoulder, I found it was awful
+heavy to carry so far, and I was just agoing to dump some of the apples
+out, when I remembered all of a sudden that if I cut across the meadow
+to the plank-road, I could get back to the hotel in a little more than
+half the time it would take to go the way I came.
+
+"So I shouldered my load, and was nearly across the meadow before I
+thought of the haunted barn at the end of it. It wasn't a nice thing to
+remember; but I wasn't agoing to turn back, ghost or no ghost, and I
+tried to whistle again, when all at once that thing Al Smith was singing
+just now popped into my head, and says I to myself, 'That's so, Charles
+F. Bennet; you and your chums may think it's great fun to help
+yourselves to other people's apples and water-melons and such things,
+but it's just as much stealing as though you went into a man's house and
+stole his coat.' It doesn't seem as bad when you're going for 'em; but
+when you're coming back, up a lonely road, all alone, at ten o'clock at
+night, a lot of stolen apples on your back, and a haunted barn not far
+off, it seems _worse_.
+
+"All the same, I held on to the apples. And when I faced the barn I
+determined I'd whistle if I died in the attempt; but, boys, I don't
+believe anybody could have told _that_ 'Yankee Doodle' from 'Auld Lang
+Syne.' I tell you my heart jumped when I passed the tumble-down old
+place; but it _stood still_ when, as I marched up the plank-road, I
+heard a step behind me. I wheeled around in an instant, but there was
+nothing to be seen. The moon shone as bright as ever, but there was
+nothing to be seen! 'I must have imagined it,' says I to myself, and I
+walked a little faster, listening with all my might, and sure enough
+pat, pat, pat, came the step after me. Again I wheeled round. Not a
+thing did I see. And again I started on, the apples growing heavier and
+heavier. Pat, pat, pat, came the step. It wasn't like a human step. That
+made it more dreadful. 'It _must_ be the ghost,' I thought; and I don't
+mind telling you, fellers, I never was so frightened in my life. The
+time I fell overboard was nothing to it. I made up my mind, when I
+reached the bridge that crossed a little brook near our hotel, I'd
+streak it (I hadn't exactly run yet, for I was saving my strength till
+the last). But before I got to the bridge, says I to myself--and I must
+have said it out loud, though I didn't mean to--'Perhaps he wants the
+apples.'
+
+"'Apples!' repeated a hoarse voice, with a horrid laugh.
+
+[Illustration: "'THERE IT IS,' SAYS BARNEY."]
+
+"I tell you, boys, those apples flew, and I flew too. Over the bridge I
+went like lightning, and ran right into Barney Reardon, one of the
+stable-men, who was coming to look for me. 'Something has followed me,'
+I gasped, 'from the haunted barn--the ghost!' 'Did you see it?' says he.
+'No,' says I, 'though I turned round a dozen times to look for it. But I
+heard it pat, pat, pat, behind me all the way.' 'And it's behind you
+now,' says Barney, bursting into a loud laugh. I jumped about six feet.
+'There it is,' says Barney, roaring again, and pointing to--Pop Robins's
+tame raven! The sly old thing looked up at me, nodded its shining black
+head, croaked 'Apples!' and walked off. It had followed me from the
+barn, and every time I wheeled quickly round, it hopped just as quickly
+behind me, and so of course I saw nothing but the long road and the
+moonlight on it. But I never want to be so scared again, and if ever any
+of you boys go for anything belonging to other people, don't you count
+me in."
+
+"What became of the apples?" asked Jerry O'Neil.
+
+"If you'd 'a been there I could have told you," said Charley.
+
+
+
+
+THE HOUSE THAT BELL BUILT;
+
+Or, the Sad End of a little Girl's Romance.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Sitting alone in the fire-light's flare,
+  This is the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the garden fresh and fair,
+  Where played the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  These are the peaches sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  Where played the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the great and terrible bear,
+  That ate the peaches sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  Where played the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the prince with noble air,
+  Who killed the great and terrible bear,
+  That ate the peaches sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  Where played the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the wedding beyond compare,
+  In which the prince of noble air,
+  Who killed the great and terrible bear,
+  That ate the peaches so sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  Married the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  This is the house-maid, Biddy McNair,
+  With face so red and arms so bare,
+  Who took the poker without a care,
+  And slew the prince of noble air,
+  Who killed the great and terrible bear,
+  That ate the peaches so sweet and rare,
+  That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
+  And married the girl with the golden hair,
+  That lived in the house that Bell built.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=Flower-Pots for Rooms.=--Fill a pot with coarse moss of any kind, in
+the same manner as it would be filled with earth, and place a cutting or
+a seed in this moss: it will succeed admirably, especially with plants
+destined to ornament a drawing-room. In such a situation plants grown in
+moss will thrive better than in garden mould, and possess the very great
+advantage of not causing dirt by the earth washing out of them when
+watered. The explanation of the practice seems to be this: that moss
+rammed into a pot, and subjected to continual watering, is soon brought
+into a state of decomposition, when it becomes a very pure vegetable
+mould; and it is well known that very pure vegetable mould is the most
+proper of all materials for the growth of almost all kinds of plants.
+The moss would also not retain more moisture than precisely the quantity
+best adapted to the absorbent powers of the root--a condition which can
+scarcely be obtained with any certainty by the use of earth.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=The Advantages of Foreign Tongues.=--In the _Letters of Charles
+Dickens_, recently published, occurs this pleasant child's story: "I
+heard of a little fellow the other day whose mamma had been telling him
+that a French governess was coming over to him from Paris, and had been
+expatiating on the blessings and advantages of having foreign tongues.
+After leaning his plump little cheek against the window glass in a
+dreary little way for some minutes, he looked round, and inquired in a
+general way, and not as if it had any special application, whether she
+didn't think 'that the tower of Babel was a great mistake altogether.'"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX]
+
+
+  VANCOUVER, WASHINGTON TERRITORY.
+
+     Mamma takes the _Bazar_, papa the _Weekly_ and _Magazine_. I have
+     the first and second numbers of _Young People_. I like it very
+     much, but I like "The Brave Swiss Boy" the best. I am ten years
+     old. I saw in your letter to us that you wanted us to write to your
+     paper. I think it must have been very funny to come across the
+     plains in a wagon. I came across from Fond du Lac, Wisconsin (where
+     I was born), in the cars, and not in the long trains of wagons.
+
+     Oro Brown read "Two Ways of Putting It," from the first number of
+     _Young People_, in school last Friday.
+
+     The pets I have are gray and Maltese kittens. I did once have a
+     chicken that would come and eat wheat out of my hand, and fly into
+     my arms.
+
+  JULIA B.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+     I live a little way from Scranton, Pennsylvania, and a friend takes
+     _Harper's Young People_ for me. I have had a great deal of fun
+     trying to draw a pig with my eyes shut. It is very funny to sit
+     down with your eyes shut and try to feed another person with a
+     spoon.
+
+  DAISY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  MIDDLETOWN, NEW YORK.
+
+     I wanted to write to you, and tell you how much I liked your nice
+     paper. I like the story of "The Brave Swiss Boy" best. I live with
+     my grandpa and grandma, who are very good to me, and I love them
+     very much. Please print this, and oblige
+
+  HARRY W. T.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Pretty communications are received from Frederick B., Brooklyn, New
+York; Perkins S., New York city; Annie L., New London, Connecticut; Mary
+E. R., Albany, New York; Mabel L., New York city; and Lottie S. B.,
+Boston, Massachusetts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A. M. S.--As it may interest other young readers, we print the whole
+list of portraits on the United States postage-stamps in use at present,
+as well as the one you require: One cent, Franklin; two cent, Jackson;
+three cent, Washington; five cent, General Taylor; six cent, Lincoln;
+seven cent, Stanton; ten cent, Jefferson; twelve cent, Clay; fifteen
+cent, Webster; twenty-four cent, Scott; thirty cent, Hamilton; ninety
+cent, Commodore O. H. Perry.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+BESSIE G.--Your "Bran Pudding" is excellent, but it came too late for
+use. We shall reserve it for next Christmas, as it is good enough to
+keep.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Correct answers to Christmas Puzzle in No. 8 are received from Charlie
+G. G., Gussie L., Birdie C., J. N. D., Fred A. O., Herbert W. B., Emily
+J. M., Nina B. F., Willie C., Herbert H., Isabella C. Van B., and
+William W. F. The answer will be published in our next number.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The following easy puzzles from very young readers are offered for other
+very young readers to solve:
+
+No. 1.
+
+WORD SQUARE.
+
+  My first is a battle.
+  My second is a girl's name.
+  My third is not cooked.
+
+  K. S. (nine years old).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 2.
+
+ENIGMA.
+
+  My first is in stove, but not in coal.
+  My second is in pit, but not in hole.
+  My third is in rod, but not in pole.
+  My fourth is in bear, and also in mole.
+  My fifth is in head, but not in scroll.
+  My sixth is in steal, and also in stole.
+  If you can not guess this, you are not witty,
+  For my whole is found in every city.
+
+  C. G. (eleven years old).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 3.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  I am a word of 10 letters.
+  My 1, 2, 3, 4 is a kind of labor.
+  My 8, 9, 10 is a weight.
+  My 6, 5, 7 is what a boy of a certain race is often called.
+  My whole was a great man.
+
+  R. D. C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 4.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  I am a word of 6 letters.
+  My 1, 5, 2 is a noun.
+  My 3, 4, 5 is a biped.
+  My 6, 1, 2 is a verb.
+  My whole is a city in Europe.
+
+  F. C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 5.
+
+ENIGMA.
+
+  My first is in cold, but not in hot.
+  My second is in pan, but not in pot.
+  My third is in nap, but not in sleep.
+  My fourth is in sold, but not in keep.
+  My fifth is in flute, but not in drum.
+  My sixth is in example, but not in sum.
+  My whole is useful in the dark.
+
+  M. L.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 6.
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+A girl's name. A measure. A fine net. A girl's name. A verb. An
+explanation. The answer is two cities of the United States.
+
+  M. L.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 7.
+
+RIDDLE.
+
+Decline ice-cream.
+
+  M. L.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 8.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  I am composed of 18 letters.
+  My 17, 18, 9 is the Latin name of an animal.
+  My 16, 10, 4, 13, 8 is a young animal.
+  My 14, 11 is a prefix.
+  My 6, 2, 12, 7 is a word applied to old clothes.
+  My 1, 5, 3 is a pronoun.
+  My 15 is a vowel.
+  A good many little folks like my whole very much.
+
+  M. E. R.
+
+Answers to the above puzzles will be given in _Young People_ No. 15.
+
+
+
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+
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+Gilt Edges, $3.00.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=FAIRY BOOK ILLUSTRATED.= 16mo, Cloth, $1.50.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=PUSS-CAT MEW=, and other New Fairy Stories for my Children. By E. H.
+KNATCHBULL-HUGESSEN, M.P. Illustrated. 12mo, Cloth, $1.25.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=FAIRY BOOK.= The Best Popular Fairy Stories selected and rendered anew.
+By the Author of "John Halifax." Illustrated. 12mo, Cloth, $1.25.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=FAIRY TALES.= By JEAN MACE. Translated by MARY L. BOOTH. Illustrated.
+12mo, Bevelled Edges, $1.75; Gilt Edges, $2.25.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=FAIRY TALES OF ALL NATIONS.= By E. LABOULAYE. Translated by MARY L.
+BOOTH. Illustrated. 12mo, Cloth, Bevelled Edges, $2.00; Gilt Edges,
+$2.50.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=THE LITTLE LAME PRINCE.= By the Author of "John Halifax, Gentleman."
+Illustrated. Square 16mo, Cloth, $1.00.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=FOLKS AND FAIRIES.= Stories for Little Children. By LUCY CRANDALL
+COMFORT. Illustrated. Square 4to, Cloth, $1.00.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=THE ADVENTURES OF A BROWNIE=, as Told to my Child. By the Author of
+"John Halifax, Gentleman." Illustrated. Square 16mo, Cloth, 90 cents.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+"_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._
+
+
+
+
+WHAT MR. DARWIN SAW
+
+In His Voyage Round the World
+in the Ship "Beagle."
+
+ADAPTED FOR YOUTHFUL READERS.
+
+Illustrated, 8vo, Cloth, $3.00.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A capital book on natural history for young readers.--_Hartford
+Courant._
+
+A superb volume filled with maps and pictures of beasts, birds, and
+fishes, as well as the faces of all sorts of men, and with all this a
+most delightful story of real travel round the world by a very famous
+naturalist.--_Christian Intelligencer_, N. Y.
+
+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.--_Philadelphia North American._
+
+It can scarcely be opened anywhere without conveying interest and
+instruction.--_S. S. Times_, Phila.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_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-book 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._
+
+
+
+
+"_A most enchanting story for boys._"
+  PITTSBURGH TELEGRAPH.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+AN INVOLUNTARY VOYAGE.
+
+By LUCIEN BIART,
+Author of "Adventures of a Young Naturalist."
+
+TRANSLATED BY
+Mrs. CASHEL HOEY and Mr. JOHN LILLIE.
+
+ILLUSTRATED.
+
+l2mo, Cloth, $1.25.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A very charming book, brimming full of adventures, and has not an
+uninteresting page between its covers.--_Baltimore Gazette._
+
+A book that is at once novel and entertaining. * * * All the book is
+lively, and the voyagers have some adventures, the telling of which is
+as entertaining as any book of Jules Verne's, besides having nothing in
+them that is improbable or extravagant.--_Philadelphia Bulletin._
+
+A most enchanting story for boys. * * * It is a story of adventure, and
+also contains much interesting and useful information.--_Pittsburgh
+Telegraph._
+
+A narrative crowded with adventure, told in the lively and graphic style
+for which the French writers of books for boys are so noted.--_Cleveland
+Herald._
+
+One of the most attractive books of the season. * * * Spirited sketches
+of travel and adventure on the ocean wave, among the islands and on
+southern coasts, fill these chapters. 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. CUYLER, D.D., _in New York Evangelist_.
+
+It is unquestionably one of the most practical and useful books on this
+topic which have ever been published in this country.--_N. Y. Evening
+Express._
+
+We know of no man in America more capable of writing such a book, or who
+has a better right to do so.--_Rutland Daily Herald and Globe._
+
+It will pay any person--whether a farmer or lawyer, laborer or idler,
+school-girl or housewife--to buy and read it, and follow its
+teachings.--_Springfield Union._
+
+A veritable treasury of muscular common-sense.--_Charleston News and
+Courier._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: CAPRICORNUS NO. 1. "You butter stop!"]
+
+[Illustration: CAPRICORNUS NO. 2. "You butter get out of the way!"]
+
+
+
+
+THE EGG TOMBOLA.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 1.]
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 2.]
+
+A very amusing toy can be made out of an egg, to resemble Fig. 1 in our
+picture. The one from which our drawing is copied was constructed in
+half an hour. The way to do it is this: Get a clean, well-shaped fresh
+egg. With a strong needle make a hole at each end about the size of a
+large shot, then suck out the contents of the egg. Now you have the
+hollow shell. Through one of the holes drop in about half a tea-spoonful
+of shot and the same quantity of pellets of bees-wax or tallow. Now take
+a small bit of bread and work it between the fingers till it becomes a
+paste; with this stop up the hole at the big end of the egg. Then
+procure a cup of boiling water, and hold the egg in it till the wax is
+melted, taking care to hold it quite upright, so that all the shot will
+settle in the big end. This will take about five minutes. Then hold the
+egg in very cold water till the wax has cooled. This will take about
+five minutes more. You will now find that the egg will stand upright on
+the table, no matter in what position you may lay it down. The next
+thing is to paint or draw on it the figure of an old gentleman like our
+picture, and you have the Tombola complete. If the figure be painted
+with oil-colors, the Tombola can be made to perform his pranks in a
+basin of water.
+
+Fig. 2 shows the interior of the egg and the position of the shot and
+wax.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES OF DOGS.
+
+
+We are sure all young people will read with pleasure the following
+description of a very remarkable dog which belonged to the Hon.
+Alexander H. Stephens. This dog, which is mentioned in the _Life of Mr.
+Stephens_, was a very large and fine white poodle, named Rio, a dog of
+unusual intelligence and affection, to which Mr. Stephens became very
+strongly attached. While Mr. Stephens was in Washington, Rio staid with
+Linton Stephens, at Sparta, Georgia, until his master returned. Mr.
+Stephens would usually come on during the session of Greene County
+court, where Linton would meet him, having Rio with him in his buggy,
+and the dog would then return with his master. When this had happened
+once or twice, the dog learned to expect him on these occasions. The
+cars usually arrived at about nine o'clock at night. During the evening,
+Rio would be extremely restless, and at the first sound of the
+approaching train he would rush from the hotel to the depot, and in a
+few seconds would know whether his master was on the train or not, for
+he would search for him through all the cars. He was well known to the
+conductors, and if the train happened to start before Rio had finished
+his search, they would stop to let him get out. But when his search was
+successful, his raptures of joy at seeing his master again were really
+affecting. His intelligence was so great that he seemed to understand
+whatever was said to him; at a word he would shut a door as gently as a
+careful servant might have done, or would bring a cane, hat, or
+umbrella. He always slept in his master's room, which he scarcely left
+during Mr. Stephens's attacks of illness. In a word, Mr. Stephens found
+in him a companion of almost human intelligence, and of unbounded
+affection and fidelity, and the tie between the man and the dog was
+strong and enduring.
+
+"For nearly thirteen years he was," says Mr. Stephens, "my constant
+companion, when at home, day and night, and until he became blind, a few
+years ago, he always attended me wherever I went, except to Washington.
+You may well imagine, then, how I miss him!--miss him in the yard, in
+the house, in my walks; for though blind, he used to follow me about the
+lot wherever I went. When I was reading or writing, he was always at my
+feet. At night, too, his bed was the foot of my own. His beautiful white
+thick coat of wool was soft as silk. Who that knew him as I did could
+refrain from shedding a tear for poor Rio?"
+
+Of course he was properly interred, in a coffin, in the garden, and
+placed in the position in which he usually slept, with his face on his
+fore-feet.
+
+The smartest Newfoundland dog yet discovered lives at Haverhill,
+Massachusetts. He meets the newsboy at the gate every morning, and
+carries his master's paper into the house; that is, he did so till the
+other day, when his master stopped taking the paper. The next morning
+the dog noticing the boy passing on the other side without leaving the
+newspaper, went over and took the whole bundle from him, and carried
+them into the house. That's the kind of dog _he_ is.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Ike and Tommy know that Aunt Patty is awfully scared of Tramps, and so
+they rig up this figure, and knock at the door. Dreadful mean, wasn't
+it?
+
+
+
+
+
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