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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, March 23, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: March 26, 2009 [EBook #28417] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, MAR 23, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_DUET"><b>A DUET.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#EASTER_FLOWERS"><b>EASTER FLOWERS.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_SHORTEST_BAMBOO_OR_HOW_TO_CATCH_A_THIEF"><b>THE SHORTEST BAMBOO; OR, HOW TO CATCH A THIEF.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#ACROSS_THE_OCEAN_OR_A_BOYS_FIRST_VOYAGE"><b>ACROSS THE OCEAN; OR, A BOY'S FIRST VOYAGE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_BABY_KING"><b>THE BABY KING.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHILDRENS_SAYINGS"><b>CHILDREN'S SAYINGS.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#I_SHOULD_LIKE_TO_KNOW"><b>I SHOULD LIKE TO KNOW.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_CHAMOIS_AND_THEIR_FOES"><b>THE CHAMOIS AND THEIR FOES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#INDIANS_AND_RED_WILLOW"><b>INDIANS AND RED WILLOW.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THIS_LITTLE_PIG_STAID_AT_HOME"><b>"THIS LITTLE PIG STAID AT HOME."</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_TAILOR_AND_THE_WOLVES"><b>THE TAILOR AND THE WOLVES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_TALE_Of_A_TAIL"><b>THE TALE Of A TAIL.</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="#WIGGLES"><b>WIGGLES.</b></a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="386" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. I.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 21.</td><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York</span>.</td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tuesday, March 23, 1880.</td><td align='center'>Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align='right'>$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 580px;"><a name="A_DUET" id="A_DUET"></a> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="580" height="600" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h2>A DUET.</h2> + +<h3>BY MARGARET EYTINGE.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Sunshine on the meadow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Sunshine on the sea;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Green buds on the rose-bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Blossoms on the tree.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Two wee children singing</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">In a rapt delight—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">One as fair as morning,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">One as dark as night.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Hymn-book held between them</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">With the greatest care,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Though they can not read a word</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">That is printed there.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">"Jesus, Saviour, meek and mild,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Friend of ev'ry little child,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Once a child Thyself, we pray</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Thou wilt guard us day by day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">For such helpless things are we,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">We can only sing to Thee!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Standing in the doorway,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Arnak smiles to hear</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Bird-like voices blending</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Sweet and loud and clear.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">"'Pears to me de angels</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Mus' be lis'nin' too—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Lis'nin' an' a-lookin'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">From de hebbens blue;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Lookin' an' a-smilin'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">At de pretty sight;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">An' in dar eyes—bress de Lord!—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;"><i>Bofe</i> dem chillun's white."</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="EASTER_FLOWERS" id="EASTER_FLOWERS"></a>EASTER FLOWERS.</h2> + +<h3>BY F. E. FRYATT.</h3> + +<p>"Come, Nell, and you too, Harry. I have planned a delightful trip for +you, and we must be off bright and early."</p> + +<p>"Where—where, Miss Eleanor?" cried both children together.</p> + +<p>"To the large greenhouses just beyond the city line. You remember the +minister said on Sunday, 'Let every person bring flowers, if but a +single lily or a rose, to make God's house beautiful on Easter-day'? +There are millions of flowers in blossom now at the greenhouses, and I +wish you to see them, and learn how the florists make them bloom out of +season."</p> + +<p>"I hope you will tell us something about it," said Harry, as we rattled +swiftly over the rails in the steam-dummy; "that is, when we get out of +this noisy old trap."</p> + +<p>In a few minutes we alighted at the city line, and Harry, taking my arm, +declared himself ready for more "flower talk."</p> + +<p>"Suppose," said I, "that a florist wishes to have several thousand +plants in bloom for Easter, does he allow them plenty of water and +sunshine, and opportunity to bloom several months in advance of the day? +No; he stows them all away to rest, or sleep, as he calls it, for weeks +and weeks, in cool, dry, shady places, some on shelves, some in sand, +and some in pots 'in cool houses.'</p> + +<p>"After a time the bulbs are taken out of the sand, and placed in earth, +and with the other plants are allowed to enjoy a little warmth and +sunshine.</p> + +<p>"The rose-bushes are pruned, bound, and tied in trim forms, and placed +in rows, and though destitute of foliage, look so healthy and neat one +can not but admire them. In a week or two, as if by magic, thousands of +buds are swelling and bursting into leaf on every stem.</p> + +<p>"Five weeks ago I visited the greenhouses we are now going to, and as I +stood in the Easter 'roseries,' I thought it must be quite delightful to +be a young rose in training for Easter, the sunshine was so warm and +golden, the air so soft and dewy sweet. Every bush showed signs of +coming buds—very, very tiny, but they were there. The bulb houses were +stocked with rows and rows of cherry-red pots filled with rich brown +mould; in some the point of a tulip or hyacinth leaf peered up green and +bright, in others there were already brave crowns of strong leaves.</p> + +<p>"'Ah,' thought I, 'these will surely please the florist's eye;' but I +assure you they had a very different effect, for he looked at them with +a frown that said, plainer than words, 'My brave young folks, wouldn't +you like to blossom before Easter, and spoil my fine show for me? Indeed +you shall not.' He thought that, of course; for the next minute he cried +out, 'John, take these forward bulbs and put them back in the "cold +house."'"</p> + +<p>"What a pity!" murmured Nell.</p> + +<p>"Not at all," replied I, "for soon they would have had spikes of fine +blossoms; then Madam Hyacinth and Mr. Tulip might bid farewell to all +thought of going to church on Easter-day, for long before that time +their gay clothes would be faded and spoiled."</p> + +<p>"What is the 'cold house'?" inquired Harry.</p> + +<p>"A greenhouse where the mercury stands below 50°. Jonquils, tulips, +hyacinths and lilies, and most other Easter plants, need warmer air than +that to grow rapidly in. The 'cold houses' are not neglected, for they +have a certain amount of moisture and sunshine allowed them too, or the +plants would die.</p> + +<p>"As the happy day draws nearer and nearer, great activity reigns in the +greenhouses: batches of plants are seen going back to the 'warm houses,' +and such a showering, sponging, snipping and training, and general +petting going on, that if plants had any brains, they would go mad with +it all. But as they are not troubled with brains, they enjoy the warm +sunshine, and the gentle vapors that rise steaming from the earth, and +just set themselves to blossoming and looking as lovely as they can."</p> + +<p>"So it takes earth, sunshine, wind, and water to raise flowers?" said +Harry.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and labor and knowledge."</p> + +<p>Here the flower lecture ended, for we were at the greenhouse gates. In +another moment a door was opened, and we were ushered into a world of +beauty.</p> + +<p>"How lovely!" cried Nell, looking down the green aisles of the "azalea +house."</p> + +<p>"They look like swarms of great white butterflies among the dark +leaves," remarked Harry.</p> + +<p>"Or giant snow-flakes ready to melt or blow away," suggested Nell.</p> + +<p>"If you call those white azaleas so handsome, I wonder what you will say +to these!" exclaimed the florist, opening wide the door of a "lily +house."</p> + +<p>"Come here, children," cried I. "Was there ever a more heavenly sight +than these hosts of lilies holding up their white chalices to the +flooding sunshine?"</p> + +<p>"Or anything more delicious?" murmured Nell, bending lovingly over a +group of Ascension lilies.</p> + +<p>Further on there were ranks and ranks of tall callas, stately as +sceptred queens, starry narcissus, white as snow, and jasmine +bouvardias, with ivory tube-like blossoms in fragrant clusters.</p> + +<p>Something "new, and strange, and sweet" greeted us at every step. Here +it was a Deutzia, with starry cup-like blossoms; there a Spiræa, with +spikes of milk-white plumes; here sprays of creamy Lantanas, and yonder +clusters of tasselled Ageratum.</p> + +<p>"Don't go yet," pleaded Nell and Harry, as I turned to leave.</p> + +<p>"You'll admire the 'rosery' more than this," said the gardener, opening +another door, and standing aside.</p> + +<p>A marvellous fragrance saluted us as we looked down the long ranks of +tall nyphetos shrubs laden with hundreds of silken buds and opening +blossoms, in every shade from lemon to purest white.</p> + +<p>How dainty!—how exquisite! Here and there a full-blown rose showed its +closely folded centre, and long slender petals so delicately hung that a +breath might scatter them.</p> + +<p>Along the walls were trained vine-like Marshal Neils, with great golden +buds and blossoms, while below rows of Safranos lifted fragrant cups +rivalling in tint the bloom of an apricot's cheek.</p> + +<p>In a second "rosery" we were fairly smothered in sweets. Scores of pale +pink Hermanos, blushing Bon Silenes, and Plantiers—living balls of +snow—and white Lamarques mingled their spicy breaths in one soft cloud +of incense. Pink and white, ruby, buff, and golden, they hung and nodded +on every stem, till, like Aladdin in the magician's garden, we knew not +which way to turn.</p> + +<p>As for the "carnation houses," they made us think of spice islands +floating on seas of green; the "pansy houses" were beds of gold and +amethyst; the "violet houses" and "smilax greeneries," perfect visions +of spring.</p> + +<p>There were, besides, ferns, lilies-of-the-valley, camellias on tall +tree-like shrubs that made quite a respectable forest in a house by +themselves, and rows upon rows of dainty pink, crimson, and white +primroses.</p> + +<p>Like a true artist, the florist had reserved his most wonderful picture +for the last. As he opened the door of an Easter bulb house, he said, +"What do you think of that?"</p> + +<p>With a cry of delight, as the glory of colors burst upon her, Nell stood +entranced in the doorway. Down the middle of the house hundreds and +hundreds of potted tulips flamed and glowed with vivid dyes.</p> + +<p>On either side the long walks, on the shelves, stood rows and rows of +hyacinths in splendid bloom.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span></p> + +<p>Here vases and urns of yellow, purple, saffron, scarlet, pink and white, +pied and streaked with living flames.</p> + +<p>There bells of ivory, azure, lilac, rose, and buff, fluted, feathered, +fringed, and spicy sweet.</p> + +<p>It seemed as if some fairy alchemist had melted in magic crucible topaz, +ruby, sapphire, gold, and amethyst, to deck each fragrant cup and bell.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_SHORTEST_BAMBOO_OR_HOW_TO_CATCH_A_THIEF" id="THE_SHORTEST_BAMBOO_OR_HOW_TO_CATCH_A_THIEF"></a>THE SHORTEST BAMBOO; OR, HOW TO CATCH A THIEF.</h2> + +<h3>AN EAST INDIAN STORY.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h3> + +<p>There was a terrible stir in the barracks of the —th Native Infantry at +Sekundurabad (Alexander's Town) one bright morning at the beginning of +the "dry season." Some money had been stolen from the officers' quarters +during the night, and all that could be made out about it was that the +theft must have been committed by one of those inside the building, for +nobody had got in from without.</p> + +<p>The officers' native servants and the sepoy soldiers, to a man, stoutly +declared that they knew nothing about it; and the officer of the day, +with very great disgust, went to make his report to the Colonel.</p> + +<p>Now the Colonel was a hard-headed old Scotchman, who had spent the best +part of his life in India, and knew the Hindoos and their ways by heart. +He heard the story to an end without any sign of what he thought of it, +except a queer twinkle in the corner of his small gray eye; and then he +gave orders to turn out the men for morning parade.</p> + +<p>When the Colonel appeared on the parade-ground, everybody expected that +the first thing would be an inquiry about the stolen money; but that was +not the old officer's way. Everything went on just as usual, and the +thief probably chuckled to himself at the idea of getting off so easily. +But if so, he chuckled a little too soon. Just as the parade was over, +and the men were about to "dismiss," the Colonel stepped forward, and +shouted, "Halt!"</p> + +<p>The men wonderingly obeyed. The Colonel planted himself right in front +of the line (carrying a small bag under his arm, as was now noticed for +the first time), and running his eye keenly over the long ranks of white +frocks and dark faces, spoke to them in Hindoostanee:</p> + +<p>"Soldiers! I find there are dogs among you who are not 'true to their +salt,' and after taking the money of the Ranee of Inglistan [Queen of +England], steal from her officers. But such misdeeds never go +unpunished. Last night" (here the Colonel's tone suddenly became very +deep and solemn) "I had a <i>dream</i>. I dreamed that a black cloud hovered +over me, and out of it came a figure—the figure of Kali."</p> + +<p>At the name of this terrible goddess (who holds the same place in the +Brahmin religion as the Evil One in our own) the swarthy faces turned +perfectly livid, and more than one stalwart fellow was seen to shiver +from head to foot.</p> + +<p>"'There is a thief among your soldiers,' she said, 'and I will teach you +how to detect him. Give each of your men a splinter of bamboo, and the +thief, let him do what he may, will be sure to get the <i>longest</i>; and +when he is found, let him dread my vengeance.'"</p> + +<p>By this time every soldier on the ground was looking so frightened that +had the Colonel expected to detect the thief by his looks, he might have +thought the whole regiment equally guilty. But his plan was far deeper +than that. At his signal each man in turn drew a bamboo chip from the +bag which the Colonel held; and when all were supplied, he ordered them +to come forward one by one, and give back the chips which they had +drawn.</p> + +<p>He was obeyed; but scarcely had a dozen men passed, when the Colonel +suddenly sprang forward, seized a tall Rajpoot by the throat, and +shouted, in a voice of thunder, "You're the man!"</p> + +<p>"Mercy, mercy, Sahib" (master), howled the culprit, falling on his +knees. "I'll bring back the money—I'll bear any punishment you +please—only don't give me up to the vengeance of Kali."</p> + +<p>"Well," said the Colonel, sternly, "I'll forgive you this once; but if +you're ever caught again, you know what to expect. Dismiss!"</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>"I say, C——, how on earth did you manage that?" asked the senior +Major, as he and the Colonel walked away together; "I suppose you don't +want me to believe that you really <i>did</i> get that idea in a dream?"</p> + +<p>"Hardly," laughed the Colonel. "The fact is, those bamboo chips were all +exactly the same length; and the thief, to make sure of not getting the +longest, <i>bit off the end of his</i>, and so I knew him at once. Take my +word for it, there'll be no more thieving in the regiment while <i>I'm</i> +its Colonel."</p> + +<p>And indeed there never was.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><a name="ACROSS_THE_OCEAN_OR_A_BOYS_FIRST_VOYAGE" id="ACROSS_THE_OCEAN_OR_A_BOYS_FIRST_VOYAGE"></a>[Begun in No. 19 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, March 9.]</h4> + +<h2>ACROSS THE OCEAN; OR, A BOY'S FIRST VOYAGE.</h2> + +<h4>A True Story.</h4> + +<h3>BY J. O. DAVIDSON.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter III</span>.</h3> + +<h3>OUR HERO'S FIRST FIGHT.</h3> + +<p>It was well for Austin that he had been struck by the small coal instead +of the heavier pieces, or he might have been killed outright; as it was, +after a dash of cold water, and a short rest in his bunk, he was almost +as sound as before. But the accident had worse results than a few +bruises. He was at once set down as an "awkward landlubber," dismissed +from his coal-shovelling, and ordered to do duty in the lamp-room.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 398px;"> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="398" height="400" alt="STORE-ROOM." title="" /> +<span class="caption">STORE-ROOM.</span> +</div> + +<p>This was a dismal hole in the lowest part of the ship, where even what +little light there was had to struggle through an iron grating. Behind +the counter that ran half way round it stood several large iron tanks, +strongly padlocked, labelled "Soap," "Oil," "Waste," "Lamp Wicks," etc. +The floor was covered with various necessaries for engine use, and from +the beams overhead swung lamps of all shapes and sizes, while the walls +were covered with bolts, bars, hammers, and tools of every kind.</p> + +<p>This pleasant place usually fell to the charge of some one who was fit +for nothing else; and its present occupant was a lanky youth known as +"Monkey"—a name fully warranted by his narrow watery eyes, enormous +under-jaw, and huge projecting bat-like ears. He had been cruising +backward and forward in the <i>Arizona</i> for years, till he seemed quite to +belong to her; and although he disappeared as soon as she reached port, +he always found out the day of her departure in time to join her +again—how, no one knew, for he could neither read nor write.</p> + +<p>Frank's appointment, of course, displaced Monkey, and neither was +pleased with the change. Monkey much preferred even the dismal lamp-room +(where he had only to serve out a certain quantity of stores daily, and +to see that nothing was lost or stolen) to the harder work of scrubbing +the engine-room, which now fell to his share; while Austin, used as he +was to out-door exercise, felt quite miserable in this dungeon-like +hole, where he could not even see to read. He was on duty from dawn till +dusk, and even liable to be roused up at night should anything be +wanted. His meals were given him after all the rest were served, and +only very rarely did he get the chance of asking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span> a question, or +learning anything that he wished.</p> + +<p>Nor did his troubles end here. The men, who in Monkey's time had been +allowed to help themselves pretty freely to the ship's stores, were +enraged at finding that their new store-keeper could neither be bribed +nor bullied into letting them have anything without orders. One of +Frank's greatest troubles was the giving out of soap—a priceless luxury +in the forecastle of a steamer, where the "grit," coal-dust, and +irritating brine are unbearable if not promptly washed off. For a piece +of soap (the ship's allowance being unusually small), shirts, stockings, +and even tobacco, were gladly bartered; and those who had been shrewd +enough to lay in a stock before sailing drove a brisk trade.</p> + +<p>This gave our friend Monkey a chance which he was not slow to use. He +began by hinting to the crew that Frank's care of the stores was meant +to "curry favor" with the officers; and then he went on to losing or +stealing whatever he could, and laying the blame on Austin. Nor were +these the most serious tokens of his ill-will. One day he managed to +give Frank a push which sent him down through a trap-door, though he +luckily escaped unhurt. Another time, a similar trick hurled him into +the well in which the ship's pump worked, and he only avoided serious +injury by clinging to the shaft.</p> + +<p>At last, as Frank was serving out stores one afternoon, Monkey suddenly +darted off with a bar of soap, and being pursued into the engine-room by +Austin, declared that the latter had been about to sell it to one of the +men, and that <i>he</i> had just come in time to prevent him—a statement +confirmed by the sailors. In vain poor Frank denied the charge; he was +roughly ordered to hold his tongue, and give up the store-room keys to +their former possessor, Monkey.</p> + +<p>This was hard indeed; but, as the proverb says, "It is a long lane that +has no turning," and our hero's affairs suddenly took a turn which +neither he nor any one else could have foreseen.</p> + +<p>The pride of a steamer is her machinery, and at all hours of the day men +may be seen polishing it with balls of cotton "waste," till it shines +like silver; but if you venture to touch the glittering surface, you +find it burning hot, and scorch your fingers pretty smartly. One day +Frank was polishing the broad round top of the cylinder, protected by a +thick rope mat from the burning metal, when Monkey, sneaking up behind, +suddenly jerked away the mat, throwing him right on to the hot surface. +Smarting with pain, Austin sprang to his feet, and regardless of his +enemy's superior bulk and strength, flew at him like a tiger. The two +grappled, and rolled on the floor, Frank undermost.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="700" height="366" alt="FRANK'S FIGHT WITH "MONKEY."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">FRANK'S FIGHT WITH "MONKEY."</span> +</div> + +<p>Monkey's small, cunning eyes gleamed wickedly as he saw that they were +close to the edge of the "crank-pit" (the space in which the crank of +the shaft revolves), and he exerted all his strength to fling Austin +into it. But the latter, who had not played foot-ball for nothing, +suddenly wrenched himself free, and dodging round behind his enemy, +sprang upon his back, and grasped his throat like a vise. Down went the +valiant Monkey upon the hard grating with a whack that made his big +mouth swell up bigger than ever; and, pinned beneath Frank's knee, he +howled shrilly for help.</p> + +<p>His cries were answered by a loud laugh from the sky-light above, +through which several of the crew had been watching the combat. At the +same moment the second engineer appeared on the scene.</p> + +<p>"What! fighting? You young imps, is <i>that</i> how you do your work? Here, +Williams, take 'em both to the first officer, and report 'em for +fighting on duty."</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_BABY_KING" id="THE_BABY_KING"></a>THE BABY KING.</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"I, Henry, born at Monmouth,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Shall small time reign and much get.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">But Henry of Windsor shall long reign and lose all,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">But as God will, so be it."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>This strange bit of doggerel is said to have been composed and repeated +by King Henry V. of England on the birth of his only child Henry. The +baby first saw the light of day in Windsor's royal palace, where he was +born on the 6th of December, 1421, and was welcomed with delight by the +English nation as the son and heir of their idolized King.</p> + +<p>Before little Henry was more than nine months old, the King his father +was dead. The poor little baby was already King of England, and within +another month his grandfather, Charles VI. of France, was also dead, and +another heavy crown was burdening the infant's brow.</p> + +<p>No sooner had Queen Katherine, the mother of the little King, fulfilled +her duty of seeing the funeral rites belonging to her husband properly +accomplished, than she hastened to Windsor to embrace her child, and +pass in solitude the early months of her widowhood. She was only in her +twenty-first year, and had many arduous duties before her. The first of +these was to see her baby King properly received and acknowledged as +their sovereign by the nation. The sanction of Parliament was required, +and accordingly the Queen removed from Windsor to London, passing +through the city on a moving throne drawn by white horses, and +surrounded by all the princes and nobles of England. In her lap was +seated the infant King, and "those infant hands," says one of the +chroniclers, "which could not yet feed himself, were made capable of +wielding a sceptre, and he who was beholden to nurses for milk, did +distribute support to the law and justice of the realm!" "The Queen, +still holding her baby on her knee, was enthroned among the lords, whom, +by the chancellor, the little King saluted, and spake to them his mind +at large by means of another's tongue." It was declared that during this +scene in Parliament the baby King conducted himself with marvellous +quietness and gravity. Henry VI. had been already proclaimed King of +France, at Paris, before even he thus held his first Parliament on his +mother's lap. For as soon as the last service had been performed over +the dead body of Charles VI., and the body lowered into the vault +belonging to the royal Kings of France, the impressive ceremony followed +of the ushers belonging to the late King breaking their staves of +office, throwing them into the grave, and reversing their maces, whilst +the king-at-arms, or principal herald, attended by many heralds, cried +in a loud, solemn voice over the tomb, "May God show mercy and pity to +the soul of the late most penitent and most excellent Charles VI., King +of France, our natural and sovereign lord!"</p> + +<p>Hardly had these solemn words rolled echoing through the vaulted roof, +striking the hearts of the 26,000 spectators with mournful awe, than the +herald raised his voice again, and twice demanded their prayers, for the +living this time, and not the dead. And thus he cried, "May God grant +long life to Henry, by the grace of God King of France and of England, +our sovereign lord!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="700" height="417" alt=""LONG LIVE THE KING!"" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"LONG LIVE THE KING!"</span> +</div> + +<p>Then, when an infant ten months old had been proclaimed King over two of +the greatest kingdoms in Europe, the sergeants-at-arms and ushers turned +their maces, and shouted together, "Long live the King! long live the +King!"</p> + +<p>The Duke of Bedford was now sole Regent of France, whilst a council of +prelates and peers, with the Duke of Gloucester at its head, governed +England in the baby King's name, making use of the amusing fiction of +issuing all their decrees and mandates as though they were dictated by +the mouth of an infant still in arms.</p> + +<p>Sometimes Henry misbehaved, or rather showed the natural temper of a +baby. In 1423, when his Majesty was nearly two years old, he was taken +by his mother to London to hold another Parliament. It was Saturday when +they left Windsor, and at night the Queen and her baby King slept at +Staines instead of going on. On the Sunday the Queen wished to proceed, +and had her son<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span> carried to her car, when, instead of comporting himself +with his usual dignity, "he skreeked" (says the quaint chronicler), "he +cried, he sprang, and would be carried no further; wherefore they bore +him into the inn, and there he abode the Sunday all day. But on the +Monday he was borne to his mother's car, he being then merry and full of +cheer, and so they came to Kingston, and rested that night. On Tuesday, +Queen Katherine brought him to Kennington, on Wednesday to London, and +with glad semblance and merry cheer, on his mother's barm [lap] in the +car, rode through London to Westminster, and on the morrow was so +brought into Parliament." The old historian would make us believe that +Henry refused to travel on Sunday, even at two years old.</p> + +<p>The guardianship of the baby King had been intrusted to the Earl of +Warwick, and in the pictorial history of this Earl he is represented as +holding the King, a lovely baby of fourteen months old, in his arms, +while he is showing him to the lords around him in Parliament. The Earl, +however, only held his sovereign lord on public and state occasions, +leaving the young King in his private walks and hours of retirement to +the care of a certain Dame Alice Boteler, his governess, and his nurse +Joan Astley. "We request," says his infant Majesty, in a quaintly worded +document proceeding from his council, but as usual written in his name, +and in regal form, "Dame Alice from time to time reasonably to chastise +us as the case may require, without being held accountable or molested +for the same at another time. The well-beloved Dame Alice, being a very +wise and expert person, is to teach us courtesy and nurture, and many +things convenient for our royal person to know."</p> + +<p>It was whilst Dame Alice was still in power as the King's chastiser that +we again find the royal child noticed as holding the opening of +Parliament in 1425. Katherine entered the city in a chair of state, with +her child sitting on her knee as before. But Henry was now four years +old, and no longer needed to be held on Warwick's arm or placed upon his +mother's lap. As soon then as he reached the west door of St. Paul's +Cathedral, the Protector lifted the child King from his mother's chair, +and set him on his feet, whilst the Duke of Exeter, on the other side, +conducted him between them to the high altar up the stairs which led to +the choir. At the altar the royal boy knelt for a time upon a low bench +prepared for him, and was seen to look gravely and sadly on all around +him. He was then led into the church-yard, placed upon a fair courser, +to the people's great delight, and so conveyed through Cheapside to his +residence at Kennington. There he staid with his mother until the 30th +of April, when he returned through the city to Westminster in a grand +state procession. The little King was again held on his great white +horse, and when he arrived at his palace, the Queen seated herself upon +the throne of the White Hall where the House of Lords was held, with her +child placed upon her knee. This procession drew the people in crowds to +see and bless their infant sovereign, whose features they declared were +the image of his father.</p> + +<p>His tutor, the Earl, was now always with him, whilst his young friends +had distinct and separate instructors, for whom reception and +entertainment were carefully provided by the Privy Council. Henry's +governor, Warwick, was ordered by the King's guardians (speaking, as +usual, in the King's person) "to teach us nurture, literature, and +languages, and to chastise us from time to time according to his +discretion." Unfortunate little Henry! we find more said about his being +chastised than about his being rewarded, as if he were of a rebellious +and obstinate temper. On the contrary, he was remarkable for his +mildness and the meek submission of his character, and we fear the blows +which he had to endure only saddened and subdued him, and rendered him +unfit to cope with the ambitious and high-spirited nobles who surrounded +him.</p> + +<p>Little Henry was no sooner eight years old than it was determined by his +uncles and his council that he should be crowned King of England in +London, and afterward King of France at Paris. So, after much delay, the +royal child was taken to Westminster on the 6th of November, 1429, and +there crowned with much pomp and state, amongst the acclamations of the +people. As soon as the ceremony was over, the little King, in his robes +and crown, created, under the direction of his governor, thirty-six +Knights of the Bath. Then followed a sumptuous feast in the great Hall +of Westminster, where a noble company were assembled, and nobody of note +allowed to be absent. Immediately after this, Henry and a great escort +of nobles went to Paris, where he was crowned King of France.</p> + +<p>His journey to France, his coronation there, the homage and presents he +received from French subjects as their King, must often in his +after-life have appeared like a dream.</p> + +<p>When Henry VI. returned to England he was eleven years old, having been +allowed the pleasure of having far more of his own way than he could +have obtained in England. Perhaps the ceremony of his coronations, the +homage, smiles, and deference shown him, the young companions whose +acquaintance could not then be refused, had some exciting influence on +his naturally meek and quiet temper. Certain, however, it is that he +began at this time to rebel, and demanded from his Privy Council freedom +from personal chastisement, which appears to have tried him sorely. The +poor boy, however, gained little by his petition, for the Earl addressed +the council, and complained that certain officious persons "had stirred +up the King against his learning, and spoken to him of divers matters +not behoveful," and he begs that he may "have power over any or all of +those belonging to his household, and to exchange them for others if he +should find it necessary. Also that none be admitted to have speech with +the King, except he or some persons appointed be present." He besides +besought them to stand by him when the King begins "to grudge and loathe +his chastising him for his faults, and to impress their young King with +their assent that he be chastised for his defaults or trespasses, and +that for awe thereof he forbear to do amiss, and entered the more busily +to virtue and to learning."</p> + +<p>So Henry, like any other school-boy, submitted, and said no more until +he entered on his sixteenth year, when he demanded to be admitted into +the council, and to be made acquainted with the affairs of his kingdom. +This was granted, and he was after this allowed to conduct his own +affairs.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHILDRENS_SAYINGS" id="CHILDRENS_SAYINGS"></a>CHILDREN'S SAYINGS.</h2> + +<p>Georgie was a sharp-eyed little fellow still in frocks, who saw +everything, and blurted right out what he thought of it. One morning, +while he was playing with his toys at his mother's feet, a lady called, +bringing with her one of the homeliest little pug-nosed pet dogs that +ever lived. Georgie was all attention at once, and his eyes followed +Pinkie wherever he went. Presently the little dog came and sat right +down before him, and looking straight in his face, wagged his tail, and +seemed delighted to see him. Georgie stared at him for a while, and then +looked up earnestly into the lady's face, then at the dog, and then at +the lady again, as if trying to make out a puzzle. Finally, when he had +settled it, out it came. "Mamma," he asked, "hasn't Mrs. Donson dot a +nose just like Pinkie's?" and the worst of it was that it was true. +Mamma tried to smooth the matter over, but Mrs. Johnson never forgave +Georgie.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>Everybody has heard of the little girl who, on being asked, after her +first visit to an Episcopal church, how she liked the service, replied +that it was "all very nice, only<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> the man preached in his shirt +sleeves." That story may or may not be true, but it is true that a +little girl in New Jersey said on a similar occasion, "Oh, mamma, the +minister had on a long white apron to keep his clothes clean."</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>Another young church-goer, the daughter of a well-known Baptist +clergyman in Brooklyn, who was a critic in her way, and who had a faint +suspicion that anecdotes generally were "made up" for the occasion, went +one day with her father to hear his Thanksgiving sermon. He told a +melting story about his poor blind brother who, notwithstanding his +infirmity, was always cheerful and happy. The audience was deeply +impressed, and many, including the speaker himself, were moved to tears. +On her return home, Mary, we will call her, said, with deep earnestness, +"Papa, when you were telling that about Uncle Nat this morning, did you +say the real truth, or were you only preaching?"</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>A four-year-old Sunday-school girl did the best she could with a +question that was asked of the infant class. Said the teacher, reading +from Isaiah, xxxvii. 1: "'And it came to pass, when King Hezekiah heard +it that he rent his clothes.' Now what does that mean, children—he +<i>rent</i> his clothes?" Up went a little hand. "Well, if you know, tell +us."</p> + +<p>"Please, ma'am," said the child, timidly, "I s'pose he hired 'em out." +(This is an actual fact, and the name of the town where it occurred +begins with "M.")</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>A pretty anecdote is told of a little girl to whom the unseen world is +very real. "Where does God live, mamma?" she asked, one evening, after +saying her prayers.</p> + +<p>"He lives in heaven, my dear, in the Celestial City whose streets are +paved with gold."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, I know that, mamma," she said, with great solemnity; "but +what's His <i>number</i>?"</p> + +<p>Doubtless she expected to go there one day, and wanted to make sure of +finding the way.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>"How does the Lord make cats?" asked an inquisitive little fellow, who +was always trying to find out the whys and wherefores of things. "Does +He make the cats first, and sew the tails on, or does He make the tails +first, and sew the cats on?" Every clergyman who comes to the house is +asked the same question, but no satisfactory reply has yet been given. +He threatens now that unless he finds out very soon, he will take his +favorite Topsy all to pieces, and see for himself.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>A little girl in Oil City is just recovering from a severe attack of +scarlet fever. During her illness she has been greatly petted by her +indulgent parents, who bought her any number of toys and nice things. A +few days ago, as she was sitting up, she said, "Mamma, I believe I'll +ask papa to buy me a baby carriage for my doll." The brother—a +precocious youngster of only six years of age, spoke up at once, and +said, "I would advise you to strike him for it right away, then; you +won't get it when you get well."</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>A little girl went timidly into a store at Bellaire, Ohio, the other +morning, and asked the clerk how many shoe-strings she could get for +five cents.</p> + +<p>"How long do you want them?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"I want them to keep," was the answer, in a tone of slight surprise.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>It was just after Christmas, and Kenneth's mind was full of the story of +the Babe who was born at Bethlehem. When, therefore, he was taken into +mamma's room to see his new little brother, he looked with wonder on the +dainty cradle, trimmed with lace and ribbons, wherein the little baby +lay, and asked, in an awed whisper, "Mamma, is that a <i>manger</i>?"</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>A neighbor asked a little girl the other day if her father wasn't one of +the pillars of the Miamus M. E. Church. "No, indeed," she warmly +replied; "they don't have any <i>pillows</i> there."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="I_SHOULD_LIKE_TO_KNOW" id="I_SHOULD_LIKE_TO_KNOW"></a>I SHOULD LIKE TO KNOW.</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">When in budding trees</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Bluebirds sweetly sing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And the pretty early flowers</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Come to welcome spring,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">"No more cold," we <i>think</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">"No more sleety rain";</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">But sometimes old Winter turns,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Mocking, back again.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Then the bluebirds hide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And the buds stand still,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And the flowers droop and shrink</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">With a sudden chill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And the young vines stop</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Growing in the wood,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Waiting patiently until</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">He is gone for good.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">But when, some fine night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">In a friendly throng,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">From the swampy places where</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">They have slept so long</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Hop the frogs, and all</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Loudly croak together,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;"><i>Then</i> there will be, we are <i>sure</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">No more wintry weather;</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And the birds rejoice,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And the buds unfold,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And the sun upon the grass</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Lies in bars of gold.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Now I'd like to know,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">For it's surely so,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">How when spring is <i>really</i> here</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Frog-folks chance to know.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_CHAMOIS_AND_THEIR_FOES" id="THE_CHAMOIS_AND_THEIR_FOES"></a>THE CHAMOIS AND THEIR FOES.</h2> + +<p>The only European species of the antelope family are the chamois +(<i>Antelope rupicapra</i>), which inhabit the highest regions of the Alps, +the Pyrenees, and the Caucasus. On inaccessible cliffs and rocky crags +these graceful mountaineers make their home, and except when disturbed +by the approach of man, lead a peaceful and harmless life. The chamois +resembles the wild goat of the Alps, but is more elastic and spry. It is +especially distinguished from it by the absence of beard, and by its +black glistening horns, which are curved like a hook and pointed.</p> + +<p>In the spring the chamois is very light-colored, but as summer advances, +its coat assumes a reddish-brown hue, which by December often becomes +coal black. Its eyes are large, black, and full of intelligence, and its +delicate hoofs are surrounded by a projecting rim which renders it +firm-footed and able to march with ease over the great glaciers or along +narrow ledges of rock.</p> + +<p>These pretty animals live in herds, five, ten, and sometimes twenty +together. They are merry, wise creatures, graceful and agile in their +movements, and spring from cliff to cliff and across chasms with +extraordinary lightness and sureness of foot.</p> + +<p>In the winter the chamois seek the upper forests on the mountain slopes, +where, under the shelter of the widely branching umbrella fir, the +drooping boughs of which hang almost to the ground, they find snug +quarters, and long dry grass for winter provender.</p> + +<p>The opening of spring in the Swiss Alps is attended by many wonderful +phenomena. It would seem that no power was strong enough to break the +icy chain in which the high Alps are bound fast; but there comes a day, +generally<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span> early in April, when beautifully tinted veils of cloud form +over the southern horizon, and a death-like stillness prevails in the +mountains. The eye of the experienced hunter detects this sign in a +moment, and knows it to be the token of approaching danger. If among the +glaciers, he hastens to the valley below, where he finds the villages in +commotion. Sheep and cattle are being hurriedly housed, and everything +being secured against the dreaded <i>Föhn</i>, which is surely coming from +beyond those rose-tinted clouds in the south. The <i>Föhn</i> is a warm wind +which, in the spring, comes blowing northward from the hot African +desert. On a sudden the stillness is broken by a terrible rushing sound, +and a burning breath like fire strikes on the snowy pinnacles and +glaciers. All nature is soon in an uproar. Mighty banks of snow, +loosened from their winter resting-place, roar and rumble down the +mountain-side in avalanches, bearing huge rocks and giant trees in their +arms. The whole winter architecture of the mountains crumbles to ruins +before the burning desert wind.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 302px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="302" height="400" alt="BATTLE OF THE CHAMOIS." title="" /> +<span class="caption">BATTLE OF THE CHAMOIS.</span> +</div> + +<p>When the storm is over the great ice beds and banks of snow cease their +pranks, and peace reigns once more in the mountains. But the strength of +winter is broken. The <i>Föhn</i> returns again and again, and soon patches +of bluish-green begin to appear here and there among the high +precipitous crags. When the highest mountain pastures are open, the +chamois leave their forest retreat, and troop upward into the most lofty +regions. Here they lead a happy life. They are most frolicsome in the +autumn, and may be seen for hours together gambolling and chasing each +other upon the very smallest ledges of rock, where it would seem almost +impossible to maintain a foothold. There are sometimes bitter fights, +too, between the male chamois, terrible contests for leadership. +Grappling each other with their horns, they battle until the superiority +of strength is decided.</p> + +<p>The chamois is very shy, and is always on the alert. Its sense of +hearing, of smell, and of sight is very acute, and the most skillful +hunter will sometimes search the mountain pastures for days without +securing his game. When the troop is grazing, a sentinel is always +appointed, who stands on the watch sniffing the air. At the least +approach of danger the careful sentinel gives a shrill whistling signal +of warning, and instantly the troop is filing off between the rocks and +along the chasms, where no human foot could follow, all whistling +together as they march. The only chance of the hunter to escape +detection by these watchful creatures is to approach them from above, +for, as if conscious that there are few so daring as to penetrate the +upper regions of eternal snow, the sharp eye of the sentinel is on the +look-out for danger from below.</p> + +<p>As the greatest skill and courage are required to secure this valuable +game, a good chamois-hunter is a person of importance in the wild Swiss +valley where he lives, and the family of which he is a member glory in +his deeds, and relate them to awe-struck listeners around the evening +fireside. Chamois-hunting is the central point around which cluster all +the charms of romance and dangerous adventure; it is the subject of many +popular ballads, and its hold upon the imagination of the people is +wonderful. Chamois skulls adorned with the black hooked horns may be +seen among the most precious treasures of many a Swiss household, each +one suggestive of some tale of wonderful bravery and endurance.</p> + +<p>The chamois-hunters of Switzerland lead a strange life. None knows when +he departs from his home in the morning with his gun, ammunition, and +alpen-stock, if he will ever return from the mysterious misty heights +towering before him far aloft in the clouds. The pursuit of the chamois +will often lead him to the narrowest boundaries between life and death, +to overhanging cliffs, and across gorges where even the falling of a bit +of turf or the loosening of a stone would be fatal. Up, up, the hunter +must go in search of the cunning game, until lost among the cliffs, and +blinded by the thick mists which appear as clouds to those in the valley +below, he may often wander in the trackless solitudes for days, with the +terrible roar of avalanches sounding in his ears, before being able to +return to his home. And yet in face of all these dangers, the Swiss, +apart from the price they obtain for the flesh, skin, and horns of the +chamois, have an inborn love of this sport, and stories are told of many +celebrated hunters, men to whom every rock, tree, and path on the high +mountains was as familiar as the streets of their native village, and +who feared neither fogs, snowstorms, nor avalanches. But few of these +hunters, however, have died at home in their beds, for in the end +accident overtook them, and their lofty hunting ground became their +grave.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"><a name="INDIANS_AND_RED_WILLOW" id="INDIANS_AND_RED_WILLOW"></a> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="700" height="498" alt="THE RED WILLOW AND ITS USES." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE RED WILLOW AND ITS USES.</span> +</div> + +<h2>INDIANS AND RED WILLOW.</h2> + +<p>To the Indians of the great Western plains the red willow, which is only +found in that country, proves so very useful that its loss would be +greatly felt by them. It is a bushy growth, never reaching more than +fifteen or twenty feet in height, and is found along the river-banks, +where it grows rapidly and in great abundance.</p> + +<p>The Indian most values the red willow because from its bark he makes +what to him is a very good substitute for tobacco. To do this he strips +one of the long, slender shoots of its leaves, and with his knife cuts +the bark until it hangs from the wood in little shreds. Then he thrusts +the stick into the fire, but not so that it will burn, only so that the +bark will become thoroughly dried. When this is done, he carefully rubs +it between his hands until it is crumbled almost to a powder.</p> + +<p>This willow-bark powder he mixes with a small quantity of real tobacco, +if he has any; if not, he mixes it with the dried and crumbled leaf of a +small and very bitter shrub that grows on the mountain-sides, and has a +leaf looking somewhat like our box-wood. The Indians call it +killicanick, and often mix it with tobacco when they have no red willow. +So fond are the Indians of their red-willow tobacco that they prefer it +to the real unmixed article, which seems to be too strong for them.</p> + +<p>The squaws use the red willow to make temporary shelters or wick-i-ups, +which are used instead of the heavy skin lodges, or tepees, when the +Indians are on the move, and only camp in one place for a night or so.</p> + +<p>When a pleasant spot by some running stream, where there is plenty of +red willow, has been fixed upon for a camping-place, and a fire has been +lighted, the squaws cut a quantity of the willow, and, making a rude +framework of the larger branches, of which the butt-ends are fixed +firmly into the ground, and the small ends bound together to look like a +small dome, they weave the smaller branches and twigs in and out until +the whole affair looks like a great leafy basket turned upside down. The +entrance is very low, and when once inside, a grown person can only lie +or sit down, for if he should stand up, he would probably lift the house +with him.</p> + +<p>While the squaws are building the wick-i-ups the Indian has been +stretched on the ground, smoking his long-stemmed pipe, with its stone +or iron bowl, or else he has been kneeling beside the fire preparing his +much-loved red-willow tobacco. Over the same fire is hung a jack rabbit, +skinned, and spitted upon a slender red-willow stick, and from a tree +near by the baby swings in his red-willow cradle.</p> + +<p>From the same red willow the squaws make baskets and mats. On its tender +twigs the ponies browse in winter, when the grass is covered deep with +snow. And to these same red-willow thickets the Indians go in winter in +search of deer or antelope, which are pretty sure to be found browsing +among them.</p> + +<p>So you see the Indian has good reason to be fond of the red willow, and +he dreads the approach of white farmers, who clear it off from the rich +bottom-lands wherever they locate, for it is on these lands that they +can raise their heaviest crops of corn.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THIS_LITTLE_PIG_STAID_AT_HOME" id="THIS_LITTLE_PIG_STAID_AT_HOME"></a>"THIS LITTLE PIG STAID AT HOME."</h2> + +<h3>BY MARY DENSEL.</h3> + +<p>Six tow heads bobbing about a pen in the big barn. In the pen were +thirteen small pigs, all squealing as only small pigs know how to +squeal.</p> + +<p>The owners of two of the tow heads soon departed. They were Solomon and +Isaac. Being fourteen years old, they were too ancient to care much for +pigs. Elias and John also went away. They had business elsewhere<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> in the +shape of woodchuck traps. Philemon would fain have lingered near, had he +not made an engagement to play "two old cat" with Tom Tadgers.</p> + +<p>As for Romeo Augustus, no charm of bat or ball would have drawn him from +that pen, since he had seen one of the small pigs stagger about in a +strange fashion, and then sink down in a corner. Something was wrong +with that pig.</p> + +<p>Romeo Augustus peered and peeped. At last into the pen he climbed, and +caught the little pig in his arms.</p> + +<p>Then there was a hubbub indeed. Up rushed the mother in terrible +excitement. Round and round spun the twelve brothers and sisters, each +crying, "No, no, no, no," in a voice as fine as a knitting-needle, and +as sharp as a razor edge.</p> + +<p>But Romeo Augustus kept a steady head. Back over the pen he scrambled, +pig and all, and sat down on the barn floor to find out the trouble.</p> + +<p>Ah! here was enough to make any pig stagger. Two little legs dangled +helplessly—one fore-leg, one hind-leg. The bones were broken.</p> + +<p>At first Romeo Augustus was tempted to weep. What good would that do? It +was far better to coax the bones into place, put sticks up and down for +splints, and bind one leg tight with his neck-tie, the other with his +very best pocket-handkerchief.</p> + +<p>It was not an easy job. The pig did writhe and twist, while the frantic +mother danced up and down in the pen behind, and drove the surgeon +nearly crazy with her noise. But he toiled bravely on, and when at last +the operation was done, the heart of Romeo Augustus was knit unto that +small pig in bonds of deep affection.</p> + +<p>"I love him as if he was my—<i>daughter</i>," said Romeo Augustus, +solemnly. He did not confide this to his twin brother Philemon: Philemon +would have jeered. He told it to Elias, who was poetical, and had a soul +for sentiment. Elias nodded, and said,</p> + +<p>"Just so!" That showed sympathy. He also added, "Why don't you keep him +for your own, and call him Leggit or Bones?"</p> + +<p>"No," answered Romeo Augustus, with dignity; "his name shall be +Mephibosheth, for the man who followed King David, and was lame in both +his feet."</p> + +<p>For five weeks Romeo Augustus nursed and fed and tended that pig. In +time the legs grew strong. Mephibosheth was as brisk as any pig need be. +Romeo Augustus rejoiced over him, and loved him more and more. So the +days went on, until a certain morning dawned.</p> + +<p>The sun rose as usual; the cocks crowed as cheerfully as they always +did. Solomon and Isaac had gone to drive the cows to pasture, as was +their wont. Elias and John were peacefully skinning their woodchucks in +the shed. Philemon had been sent back to his chamber (as he was every +morning of his life) to brush his back hair. There was nothing to +suggest the storm which was to break over Romeo Augustus, who stood by +the kitchen stove watching the cook fry fritters.</p> + +<p>"Fizz, fiz-z-z, fiz-z-z," hissed the fritters.</p> + +<p>"<i>Aren't</i> they going to be good!" said Romeo Augustus, smacking his +lips.</p> + +<p>Suddenly came a voice. It was Romeo Augustus's father speaking to the +man-servant:</p> + +<p>"Those little pigs are large enough to be killed. How many are there? +Never mind. Carry them all to market to-morrow, and sell them for what +they will bring. I don't want the trouble of raising them."</p> + +<p>Romeo Augustus listened in horror. "Large enough to be killed?" "Carry +them all to market?" "<i>All?</i> <span class="smcap">All</span>?" Why, that included Mephibosheth. +Terrible thought!</p> + +<p>Not a fritter did Romeo Augustus eat that morning. After breakfast he +roamed aimlessly about the farm. He would not go near the barn. How +could he look upon poor doomed Mephibosheth?</p> + +<p>Once he thought of going to his father, and pleading with him for his +pig's life. But Romeo Augustus was shy, and somewhat afraid of his +father, who was a stern man. So he kept his grief to himself, and +meditated.</p> + +<p>Elias unconsciously deserted him at this time of need, and curdled Romeo +Augustus's blood by asking twice for pork at dinner. Ask for pork? Why, +speaking coarsely, Mephibosheth was also—<i>pork</i>. How could any one eat +pork with such a relish? Romeo Augustus shivered, and kept his own +counsel. All that afternoon he pondered. Then the darkness of night came +on.</p> + +<p>The next morning off started the man-servant with his load of little +pigs.</p> + +<p>"Have you all?" asked Romeo Augustus's father.</p> + +<p>"I would ha' swore, sir, there was thirteen, but it seems there was only +twilve. Yes, sir, I has 'em all;" and away he drove.</p> + +<p>As for Romeo Augustus, a change came over him. Far from shunning the +barn, he hung about it constantly. Moreover, he was always present when +the cows were milked, morning and night. He had a playful trick of +dipping his own tin cup into the foaming pail, and scampering away with +it full to the brim. Nobody objected to that. If he chose to strain a +point, and drink unstrained milk, he was welcome to do it.</p> + +<p>"And if you see fit to save half your dinner, and give it away, I am +willing," said his mother, who was busy, and hardly noticed what Romeo +Augustus asked her. "But you must <i>not</i> soil your jacket fronts as you +do. This is the fifth time within a week I have sponged your clothes."</p> + +<p>Soon after this, Philemon and Romeo Augustus were out in the barn, +rolling over and over, burying themselves in the sweet-smelling hay.</p> + +<p>Suddenly Philemon pricked up his ears.</p> + +<p>"What's that?" quoth he. "I heard a little pig squealing. Where can he +be?"</p> + +<p>"Philemon," said Romeo Augustus, earnestly, "let's climb to that top +mow, and jump down. Hurrah! It's a good twenty feet. Come on, if you +dare!"</p> + +<p>If he dare! Of course he dared. It was great fun to launch one's self +into space, and come whirling down on the hay. There was just enough +danger of breaking one's neck to give spice to the treat. How Romeo +Augustus did scurry about, hustling Philemon whenever he stopped to +breathe, and urging him on, shouting at the top of his lungs,</p> + +<p>"One more jump, old boy. Hurrah! Hurray!"</p> + +<p>Philemon had no spare time in which to wonder if he heard a small pig +squeal.</p> + +<p>That very night, when all the family was wrapped in slumber, Elias felt +a hand on his shoulder. Another hand was on his mouth, to prevent any +exclamation.</p> + +<p>"Come with me," whispered Romeo Augustus; and he held out Elias's jacket +and trousers. Elias took the hint, also the clothes. Down the stairs +crept the two. Out the front door, which would creak, into the moon-lit +yard stole they. Elias's eyes were snapping with excitement; for, as I +said, Elias was poetical, and, like all poets, he was always expecting +something to turn up. At this present he was on the look-out for what he +called "the Gibbage."</p> + +<p>Elias himself had grown to believe the marvellous stories he told his +brothers. He had full faith in the Lovely Lily Lady, who lived in the +attic; in the Mealy family, with their sky-blue faces and pea-green +hands, in the cobwebby meal chest under the barn eaves; in the Peely +family, who inhabited the tool-box in the shed, and whose heads were +like baked apples with the peel taken off; in the big black bird, which +came from the closet under the stairs at night, and flew through the +chambers to dust the boys' clothes with its wings.</p> + +<p>And now Elias had suspected in his own mind that there existed a +creature, somewhat like a mouse, somewhat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> like a red flower-pot, which +glided around during the night-watches to sharpen slate-pencils, smooth +out dog-ears from school-books, erase lead-pencil marks, polish up +marbles, straighten kite strings, put the "suck" into brick-suckers, and +otherwise make itself useful. If there were not such a creature, there +ought to be, and Elias became daily surer that there was. He called it +"the Gibbage."</p> + +<p>Perchance Romeo Augustus had caught a glimpse of it. No wonder Elias's +eyes snapped as he was hurried across the yard, and led back of the +barn, where there was a space between the underpinning and the ground. +By lying flat one could wriggle his way under the barn, and when once +beneath, there was room to stand nearly up-right.</p> + +<p>"Elias," said Romeo Augustus, breathlessly, "I keep Mephibosheth under +here."</p> + +<p>"Sakes and daisies!" gasped Elias.</p> + +<p>That was a very strong expression. When somewhat moved, Elias often +exclaimed, "Sakes!" but when he added, "and daisies!" it was a sign he +was stirred to his inmost depths.</p> + +<p>"Sakes and daisies!" said Elias.</p> + +<p>"Yes," Romeo Augustus went on, "I heard father say he didn't want the +trouble of raising him, so I concluded I would. But nobody must see him +till he's raised, and Philemon he heard him this very day. I must take +him somewhere else. Where, Elias, oh, where can I carry him?"</p> + +<p>Elias frowned and pondered. He was grieved not to have discovered "the +Gibbage," but he would do the handsome thing by Romeo Augustus.</p> + +<p>Half an hour later the jolly old moon nearly fell out of the sky for +laughing. There were Elias and Romeo Augustus straining and tugging, +coaxing and scolding, trying with might and main to stifle the +expostulations of Mephibosheth, as they bore him down to an unmowed +meadow.</p> + +<p>The ox-eye daisies opened their sleepy petals to see what all the stir +was about. The buttercups and dandelions craned themselves forward to +peep.</p> + +<p>Down in the meadow the boys drove a stake, and to it they fastened +Mephibosheth. It was no joke taking food to him now. The unmowed meadow +was in sight of the house, and it seemed as if one or another of the +boys was always at the window. But Elias aided Romeo Augustus, and +between them Mephibosheth got his daily rations. Surely he was safe at +last. Far from it.</p> + +<p>"Who has been trampling the grass in the north pasture?" asked Romeo +Augustus's father, a fortnight later. "I followed the path made by feet +that had no right there. At the end I found a stake. Tied to the stake I +found a—"</p> + +<p>Solomon and Isaac looked surprised. John and Philemon shook their heads. +They knew nothing of the matter. Elias and Romeo Augustus quaked.</p> + +<p>"At the end I found a—" repeated their father, gazing sternly round the +table—"I found a—"</p> + +<p>"<i>Pig</i>," said Romeo Augustus, in the smallest possible voice; and he +fled from the table in an agony of tears. His labor had been in vain. +After all, Mephibosheth must die. How could he endure it? He dared not +glance out of the window of the chamber where he had taken refuge, lest +he should behold Mephibosheth led to slaughter. It seemed as if his +heart would break in two.</p> + +<p>But listen! What is that noise? A clatter as of falling boards. There is +a sound as of hammering. At first it seems to Romeo Augustus like +Mephibosheth's death-knell. Thud, thud, thud, go the blows. Drawn almost +against his will, Romeo Augustus stealthily approaches the window. He +glances fearfully out. What does he see? His father pounding busily, +making—what is he making? Can it be? It is—it is a <i>pen</i>.</p> + +<p>"Father!" gasps Romeo Augustus.</p> + +<p>His father looks up and smiles. "Your pig must have a house to live in," +says he. "I can't have my meadow grass trampled."</p> + +<p>Before noon Mephibosheth was in his new quarters. There was a parlor +with two pieces of carpet on the floor; there was a chamber with plenty +of straw, whereon Mephibosheth could repose; there was a dining-room, +with what, in common language, might be termed a trough.</p> + +<p>Such a life as that pig led! He was cared for tenderly. He was washed +all over every morning, and put to bed every night. He was not a very +brilliant pig as far as his intellect went, it must be confessed. He +could do no tricks with cards; he could not be taught to jump through a +hoop.</p> + +<p>One year passed; Mephibosheth was large. Two years went by; Mephibosheth +was wonderful. I would I could say he was <i>plump</i>; that word does not +begin to express his condition. It would be pleasant to call him +<i>stout</i>; that would not give the glimmer of an idea of his size. +<i>Corpulent</i> would be a refined way of stating it. Alas! corpulent means +nothing as far as Mephibosheth is concerned. That animal measured <i>seven +feet and twenty-two inches</i> round his body. He weighed—truth is great, +and must be spoken—he weighed <i>five hundred and fifty and two-third +pounds</i>.</p> + +<p>He could not walk; his legs were pipe-stems under him. He could scarcely +breathe. That is the excuse for what happened.</p> + +<p>One day Romeo Augustus came home from school. Mephibosheth's pen was +empty. Mephibosheth's pen would be empty for evermore. That is a gentle +way of telling the story. In vain it was explained to Romeo Augustus +that Mephibosheth's life had become a burden; that common humanity +demanded his departure. In vain Philemon offered three fish-hooks and a +jackknife by way of solace. In vain Solomon was sure his father would +present a calf to the mourner for a pet.</p> + +<p>Elias was the only one who gave the least comfort.</p> + +<p>"We will make a tombstone, and I will write an epitaph," said he.</p> + +<p>Soon he brought a board, on which were drawn an urn and a couple of +consumptive weeping-willows (for Elias was an artist as well as a poet), +and underneath were these lines, which being written partly in old +English spelling, were so much the more consoling:</p> + +<p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 29em;">Sacred to the Memorie</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">of</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 31em;">MEPHIBOSHETH.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Kinde Reader, pause and drop a teare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Y<sup>e</sup> Pig his bodie lieth here;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Y<sup>e</sup> Auguste third of fiftie-nine</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Was when his sun dyd cease to shine.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">He broke two legs, which gave him wo;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">He doctored was by Romeo,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Who cherished him from yeare to yeare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">As by this notice doth appeare.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">He fed him till he waxed soe big</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">He was obliged to hop the twig.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Y<sup>e</sup> friends do sadly raise their waile,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And fondly eke preserve his tayle.</span><br /><br /> +</p> + +<p>"And here's his tail," said Elias, presenting the pathetic memento.</p> + +<p>"The only trouble is in the line, 'Y<sup>e</sup> Pig his bodie lieth here,'" sobbed +Romeo Augustus. "It doesn't lie here. He's been sold to a butcher."</p> + +<p>"It's Elias who '<i>lieth</i> here,'" remarked Isaac.</p> + +<p>That was a heartless joke. No one was so low as to laugh at it.</p> + +<p>"They often have monuments without the—the—the body," said Elias, with +great delicacy.</p> + +<p>Romeo Augustus was content.</p> + +<p>He is a grown man now, but to this very day he keeps Mephibosheth's +monument. It is nailed on the wall of his chamber. He sometimes smiles +when he looks at it, but he does not take it down.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="700" height="402" alt="HAVING A LITTLE FUN." title="" /> +<span class="caption">HAVING A LITTLE FUN.</span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_TAILOR_AND_THE_WOLVES" id="THE_TAILOR_AND_THE_WOLVES"></a>THE TAILOR AND THE WOLVES.</h2> + +<h3>TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.</h3> + +<p>Ever so long ago there lived a tailor's apprentice, a merry, +light-hearted fellow, but with a large hump, so that he always looked +like a country-woman going to market on a Saturday, carrying her goods +on her back.</p> + +<p>One night, as he was returning from some festivity in the town, he had +to go through a thick wood, in which it was so dark that he could not +see his hand before his face. As he was dawdling along quite merrily, +and whistling the tune of the last waltz that he had danced, he lost his +way, and fell into a deep pit, so that sight and hearing forsook him, +and he gave himself up for lost. But when he found out that he was +unhurt after the fall, he began to cry pitiably and to call for help, +till he suddenly heard talking not far off.</p> + +<p>In the pit, which sloped sideways far down into the earth, lived a large +wolf with his wife and two little ones, and when they had heard the +tailor's fall and screams, the old wolf said, joyfully, to his wife,</p> + +<p>"Be quick, my dear, hang the pot over the fire; I think we shall have +something good to-night."</p> + +<p>These words reached the ears of the tailor, who, in the deepest anxiety +for his life, became as still as a mouse.</p> + +<p>But the wolf opened the door of his den, put a lamp in his paw, and +peered all round till he had discovered the tailor, whom he then seized +by the legs, and, without more ado, dragged into his sitting-room.</p> + +<p>When he was about to be killed, the poor fellow cried and bemoaned +himself in such a heart-rending manner that the wife, who was a good +soul, put in a word for him to her husband.</p> + +<p>"Well, then," said the wolf, "he may live, but he must never return to +men, or he would betray us; he must stay here and become a wolf."</p> + +<p>"Most joyfully," said the tailor, "for I would rather live as a wolf +than be cooked and eaten as a man."</p> + +<p>Whereupon the wolf fetched one of his old furs out of the cupboard, and +his wife had to sew the tailor into it.</p> + +<p>So the tailor staid with them, soon learned to howl perfectly, and to +walk on all fours; besides which, he became quite expert in catching +rabbits.</p> + +<p>One day, when they had all gone out hunting together, it happened that +the King of the same land was also hunting in the wood. As soon as the +hunters came near the wolves, they and the tailor took to their heels.</p> + +<p>They ran into a neighboring thicket, and hid themselves behind some +bushes, when the old wolf whispered to the others to keep quiet, without +fear, for he had seen no dogs, and without their help no huntsmen would +find them.</p> + +<p>He spoke truly, for it so happened that a wild boar had killed every +single dog.</p> + +<p>Then it occurred to the King to take a pinch of snuff; after which he +sneezed violently.</p> + +<p>The tailor, who had not yet lost his knowledge of polite ways, said, +respectfully, "Your health, sire!"</p> + +<p>When the King heard these words he rode toward the bush, and all his +huntsmen followed him.</p> + +<p>Here they perceived the wolves, and the King and his companions set up a +loud shout of joy. They threw their spears so well that only the old +wolf could escape; and the tailor was the last to be seen, because he +had hidden himself so well, but before the huntsmen could aim at him, he +had rolled himself, howling piteously, toward the King, saying,</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon, sire; I am really a tailor's apprentice, and only by +accident among the wolves."</p> + +<p>Then they all began to laugh, and a huntsman cut him out of his skin. A +horse also was brought, that he might ride by the King's side and relate +his tale.</p> + +<p>"Tailor," then said the King, very graciously, "you have caused me much +amusement, and if you like you may remain with me."</p> + +<p>This speech pleased the little man right well, and he rode straight away +to the castle, where he lived in joy and luxury for some time, as the +King's court and private tailor.</p> + +<p>But the old wolf, who had escaped with his life, felt raging anger +against all human beings, especially toward the tailor, who had been the +cause of the death of his wife and children, and he determined to +revenge himself.</p> + +<p>So he lay continually on the watch, and any man who appeared in his +sight was a child of death. The whole land was full of grief and sorrow, +for hardly a day passed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span> in which at least one human being did not meet +with a sorrowful end in the grip of the fierce old wolf.</p> + +<p>But he said, "It is not yet enough; they must all come to it; and the +tailor shall suffer the most for bringing about the death of my wife and +children, because he could not hold his tongue."</p> + +<p>Saying which he went to the castle, where the tailor was just looking +out of the window smoking a pipe.</p> + +<p>"Fellow!" said the wolf, "you must die, or I can not rest."</p> + +<p>Terror seized the little man, and he told the King what the wolf had +threatened.</p> + +<p>"Wait, tailor," answered the King; "it is now high time that we should +catch this wretch, even if it costs me my only daughter. He has not even +respect for the court tailor; so what will such conduct lead to? And +besides, he is eating up all my subjects, which I can not allow; for if +I have no subjects, I can no longer be a king."</p> + +<p>He spoke, and caused it to be proclaimed through the whole land that he +who brought the wolf alive should be his son-in-law.</p> + +<p>The tailor had not dared to leave the castle for days, for fear of the +monster; but at length he could sit still no longer, and went into the +garden one bright summer's day. Suddenly the wolf sprang from behind a +tree, caught the poor fellow by the tail of his coat, and dragged him +far into the wood, in spite of all his wriggling and screaming.</p> + +<p>"Rascal of a tailor!" said he; "you have brought me into misery, +therefore you must die."</p> + +<p>Then, in his dire need, a cunning, artful idea occurred to the tailor, +and he exclaimed, "Look! there come the huntsmen!" and as the wolf +turned round in alarm, the tailor leaped on to his back, and held his +hands tightly over the creature's eyes.</p> + +<p>Then the wolf ran as he had never run in his life before, so that each +moment he thought his hated rider must fall to the ground.</p> + +<p>And as the creature could not see, the tailor guided him toward the +castle, to an open stable door; there got down, pushed him into one of +the stalls, and then bolted the door on the outside.</p> + +<p>The King was highly delighted that the tailor was such a cunning fellow, +and consented that the betrothal to his daughter should take place at +once.</p> + +<p>The wolf was hanged, and his skin, which the tailor received among his +wedding gifts, has been preserved to the present day, and just now lies +under the table, belonging to the author of this little tale.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 391px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="391" height="500" alt="AN EASTER EGG." title="" /> +<span class="caption">AN EASTER EGG.</span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"><a name="THE_TALE_Of_A_TAIL" id="THE_TALE_Of_A_TAIL"></a> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="300" height="257" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<h2>THE TALE Of A TAIL.</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">There was a rat lived in a mill—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">If she's not dead, she lives there still—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">This rat she had a great long tail—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">One day she caught it on a nail—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 276px;"> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="276" height="300" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">She pulled so hard she pulled it out—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And then she turned herself about—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">At home I've got a little babee—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">I wonder if she will know me—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="400" height="255" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Oh, mother! mother! where's your tail?—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Yonder it hangs upon a nail—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span></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_013.jpg" width="600" height="256" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX." title="" /> +</div> + +<p>It gives us the greatest pleasure to receive all the pretty favors which +come to us by every mail from all parts of the country. Those +communications which we think will be of interest to other children we +print whenever we can make space for them, and all, without any +exception, are carefully read, and their receipt acknowledged. These +letters give pleasant, satisfactory glimpses into many homes, and we see +the group of eager young faces watching, as they tell us, "for papa to +bring our paper." Do not be disappointed, any of you, when you fail to +find your pretty letter, which you have written so carefully and neatly, +printed in the Post-office Box. We can not print all. If we did, you +would have no stories to read, no pictures to look at—nothing but +letters; for your busy little brains and fingers would fill the whole +paper every week if we did not crowd some of you out. But keep on +writing, for we like to hear what stories please you best, and in what +subjects you are most interested. In that way there is always a mutual +understanding between us, and our acquaintance is more likely to be +intimate and lasting. We are also very much interested in what children +write about the seasons in different regions of the country, showing how +spring advances from Texas up into the far northern State of Oregon. +Such letters are always interesting and instructive. One request we +would make, that is, always write your signature very distinctly. Often +we can not make out even your initials, and your name may be misprinted +in our acknowledgments.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Warren, Ohio</span>, <i>March 1, 1880</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The robins and the bluebirds came here about the middle of +February, and if it does not get colder, willow "pussies" will be +out in a few days. Please tell me what the "wind-flower" is. I do +not think, as Bertie Brown does, that people ought to send the +Indians something to eat, for mamma had an uncle who lived in +Minnesota, and he used to feed them whenever they came, and they +killed him and three of his children. So I don't like Indians.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">D. J. Myers</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The wind-flower is found in the early spring growing among dry leaves +and in sunny nooks by old stone walls, sometimes in open pasture lands +where the soil is damp. The blossoms, which are pale pinkish-white, grow +on a stem from two to four inches in height. There is only one drooping +flower on a stem. This plant is more properly called <i>anemone</i>, from +<i>anemos</i>, a Greek word signifying wind. It is interesting to know that +it was called anemone by the ancient Romans. Pliny alludes to it, and +says it was called wind-flower because it opened its petals only when +the wind blew.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fairfield, Alabama</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>My heart is gladdened once a week when papa says, "Daughter, here +is your paper." I am far away in the South, but Uncle Sam's mail +arrangement is so grand that it finds us all. I was eleven years +old last month, and had a nice birthday party. I go to school, and +love my teacher very much.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Mamie Jones</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Atlanta, Georgia</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have lived in the South two years, although I was born in Ohio. +There is never any snow here, and I long to get back North on +account of winter sports. Atlanta is surrounded by beautiful +scenery, and also by many traces of the war, such as intrenchments +and breastworks. In answer to Edwin A. H., I will say that I have +a cabinet, but have not so many specimens as he. I have minerals +and other things from many parts of the far West, collected by +myself, and also dried flowers from New Zealand, and a nut from +Vancouver Island.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">John G. Wilson</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Monmouth, Oregon</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I thought I would drop a line to you, and let you know that I am +one of the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I like it very much. I am nine +years old. I have a little brother who has some pet rabbits. I +left Wales with papa and mamma when I was three years old. Then I +could not speak a word of English, but now I don't remember a word +of Welsh. We are having lots of snow here this winter.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">David Foulkes</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Wrightstown, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I live in a very quiet little village. Just across one field from +our house stands a house which was Washington's head-quarters at +the time of the Revolutionary war. About one-quarter of a mile +away there is a tree, more than a century old, under which +Washington stood just before he started for Trenton on +Christmas-night, 1776. He crossed the Delaware six miles east of +this place. Near this village is a barn two hundred years old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Rose W. Scott</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Erie, Pennsylvania</span>, <i>March 3, 1880</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>About five weeks ago a lady in this place found two pansies in +bloom in her garden, and last week a man told my papa he saw a +large flock of robins in some cherry-trees in his yard. If they +were looking for cherries, they were disappointed. Had they come +into our yard, they would have seen a large bed of bright yellow +crocuses. I am eight years old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Carrie L. Willard</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Jacksonville, Florida</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>In <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 13 Joseph P. writes that he hatched a chicken +by putting the egg in ashes. I tried it. I put the egg in a +tobacco-box, and put it by the stove. Mamma's servant built a hot +fire, and the egg, instead of hatching, baked.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Eddie E. Paddock</span> (8 years).</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Petersburg, Indiana</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am a little girl seven years old, and I live on a farm with my +grandpa and grandma. My dear mamma died last December. It was very +hard to part with her, but I am not destitute of friends. I have +three uncles, who are very kind to me. I have a little +canary-bird. He is a beautiful singer, and is company for me. And +I have a large dog that plays with me every day. I call him Watch. +I can read in the Third Reader, although I never went to school +but one week in my life, on account of ill health. I have had the +chills for five years—not all the time, but very severe.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Anna Shandy</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Answers to S. R. W.—including, however, no new words—are received from +Polly Pleasant, Ethel S. M., Herbert W., Mamie E. F., Maud Chase, F. E. +Bacon, B. E. S., Connie, Frank N. Dodd, Carrie S. Levéy, R. W. Dawson, +"School-Children," C. B. F.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Salem, North Carolina</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Mamma takes <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for me, and I like it very much. I made a +Soapboxticon to-day, and had trouble with it at first, but now it +works nicely. I hope all who try to make one will succeed as well +as I did.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">A. H. Patterson</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>George F. Powers, Willie G. Lee, Frank Shennen, M. Paul Martin, and Fred +A. Conklin report trouble with the Soapboxticon, but if they persevere, +and carefully follow directions, they will soon have a pretty toy.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Athens, Alabama</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I must tell you how I enjoy <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. My good uncle Henry +takes it for me. I must tell about my pet geese. Their names are +Boss and Susan. They are very gentle, and as smart as they can be. +I have a puppy named Bang-up. My grandpa named him. I am six years +old, and my mamma is writing this for me.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">William S. Peebles</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Evans Mills, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Can any one tell me who is the oldest man in the United States?</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Madison Cooper</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Who among our young correspondents can answer this question?</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Chelton Mills, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have a bird named Cherry, and a dog named Jack; and I have a +little sister named Mae, and she is so cute. She has a doll, and +she nurses her so sweetly! I am eight years old, and I go to +school. We have heard robins and bluebirds singing.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Ellie Carle</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Belle Plaine, Minnesota</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>My kitty comes to my room every morning, and jumps upon my bed. +His name is Jim. He is a nice kitty, and full of play. He +scratches me sometimes awful hard, but I love him all the same. I +saw a picture in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> of a little girl and her kitty.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Elvira F. Irwin</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Allegheny, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have a canary named Frank. He used to bite my nose and fingers +when I put them in his cage, but he will not bite them now. I also +have a small turtle, whose shell is about two inches long. It came +from the Niagara River. It sleeps in winter, excepting when the +sun shines on it, and it will not eat. But in summer it eats flies +and bits of raw meat.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Florence E. M.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Denver, Colorado</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have no pets to write about, but I expect to have a Newfoundland +dog soon. We live in a new house, and do not need a cat; but when +the rats come, we are going to get one. I have thirteen dolls. The +largest one has black hair and gray eyes, and her name is +Josephine. I am nine years old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Sadie T.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Waltham, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am seven years old. I have no brothers or sisters, but I have a +squirrel and a fish. The squirrel was caught after he made his +home in the woods, and he was so wild that he would bite if we +touched him; but we were so kind to him that he begins to feel +better. We let him out now, and he runs round the room, and I can +put my hand on him. My fish is the last of three. The other two +started to go back to their native river one night, and they fell +on the floor and were killed.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Frankie L. Whitney</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>John B. M., Nicholas P. G., and Robbie C. write pretty stories of their +pet cats, dogs, and foxes, which we regret having no room to print. In +answer to Robbie's question, we would say that the bite of a fox is +painful, but not dangerous like that of a dog.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Willie R. C.</span>—When you recover from your illness, and can write your +"own self," we will print your letter if it is interesting.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Loudon Engle</span> and <span class="smcap">Harry D.</span>—Pigeons like to eat bird seed, broken corn, +or any kind of grain, and enjoy that kind of food much better than +bread-crumbs. They need fresh water to drink, and will bathe now and +then, like a canary, if they have a bath dish large enough to flutter +in.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">W. M. L.</span>—There is many a one much older than you who would be glad to +know an easy and quick way to make ten dollars. Unfortunately we can not +tell you how to accomplish your object.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Meta</span>.—Your poetic idea of beauty is very pretty, and shows much +imagination for such a little girl.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Bessie D. L.</span>—Call your bird Rosie, and your kitty Clover. There was +once a big Maltese cat named Clover who did many funny tricks, and lived +to be very old. If you name your kitty after her, perhaps she will live +as long.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mary B.</span>—Your plan for a picture scrap-book is very good. Try to select +some pictures of historical localities and celebrated buildings, and +then, when you show your book to your little friends, you will have +something interesting to tell them.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clara M. H.</span>—Your "old bachelor uncle" is very kind to send you <span class="smcap">Young +People</span>, and you will be glad to hear that a large number of other uncles +have made their little nieces happy in the same way.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Favors are received from H. M. H., John V. Gould, Alfred D. S., W. E. +Liddy, Fannie Spencer, Grace Field, P. S. Heffleman, Alice Maud T., +Beatrice W., Margaret Baird, Elva E. Groat, Eugene Lewis, Lucy Cole, May +and Josie Minton, Gertie Harrison, Ella E. Ball, George Kohler, Fred +Castle, Annie P., H. S. Richardson, "Theo. Glenwood," Horace G. S., C. +Reynolds, George P., Addie and Minnie Goodnow, Frank Harris, Frank +Fowler, W. H. W., Jessie I. Sturgis, Gordon C., Willie A. Kyh, G. M. +Brockway, Arthur Mills, Katty Voorhees, Joseph A. U., May Harvey, C. E. C., +Pierre F. C., Bertha Young, E. G. R., Nettie Carleton, Albert A. +Bosworth, Mary S. Talbot, Samuel Maurer, Percy L., F. G., Diana S., +Oswald, C. W. L., Mattie E. Wilson, F. R. Newton, May H.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles received from Louie E., Mabel Lowell, "Red +Light," Bertie Collins, J. Turner, Mamie and Mattie S., Lily and Violet +Levéy, Loudon Engle, Georgie H. B., J. Cohen, G. K. Richards, Ernest B. +Cooper, Fannie Peirce, Fred Brown, Fred H. T., Johnny W., Kate H. +Talbot, Florence E. M., R. F. Losee, Otto M. Rau, Laura Wallis, Hen, A. +Brigham, Ralph M. Fay, H. K. Pryer, W. P. D. M., J. M. Rector, George +P. G., C. A. M., Peter Slane, Jessie Sansum, Emma Shaffer, J. D. P., Ralph +and Blanche S., Walter K., Nena Crommelin, G. E. Edwards, Tillie Mosley.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My first is in victim, but not in shoot.</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 25em;">My second is in blind, but not in mute.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My third is in rot, but not in decay.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My fourth is in linger, but not in stay.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My fifth is in bear, but not in man.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My sixth is in pot, but not in pan.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My whole is a beautiful flower.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Jennie C.</span> (10 years).</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADE.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">I am composed of 21 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My 4, 9, 5 is a boy's name.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My 7, 17, 3, 1, 2 is white and sparkling.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My 10, 11, 13, 20, 15 is a beast.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My 19, 14, 18, 8 is not sweet.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My 16, 6, 12, 21 grows on pine-trees.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My whole is a delight to all boys.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Frank C.</span> (12 years).</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>HIDDEN CITIES.</h3> + +<p>1. Play till dinner, Rosa; then sit and sew. 2. It either lies on the +floor or leans against the wall. 3. The ship came into port on last +Friday. 4. We walked over to Aunt Mary's. 5. How that dog ran! Ada could +not catch it. 6. Go take a nap, Leslie; you look worn out. 7. The dog is +mad; ride away quickly. 8. What made papa rise and dress so early this +morning? 9. Why is Hesba sleepy to-day? 10. Be sure you come in +December; Linton will be here then. 11. I laid a lily on Sadie's plate.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Fanny P.</span> (12 years).</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My first is in candle, but not in lamp.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My second is in dark, and also in damp.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My third is in night, but not in day.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My fourth is in bed, but not in lay.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My fifth is in alley, but not in street.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My whole is something very sweet.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Laura B. W.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<h3>DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</h3> + +<p class="center">An ancient nation. A screen. To be silent. A country in Asia. Grain. A +noise made by certain animals. Answer—Two rivers in the United States.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Marie D.</span> (12 years).</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My first is in warm, but not in cold.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My second is in deck, but not in hold.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My third is in lady, but not in man.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My fourth is in meal, but not in bran.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My fifth is in nick, but not in batter.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My sixth is in din, but not in clatter.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My seventh is in fright, but not in scare.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My eighth is in stallion, but not in mare.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My ninth is in county, but not in State.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">My tenth is in manner, but not in gait.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And in these lines there can be found</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">The name of a general much renowned.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">C. A. M.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 18.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<p class="center">Cincinnati.</p> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>N</td><td align='center'>antucke</td><td align='right'>T</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A</td><td align='center'>thlon</td><td align='right'>E</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>S</td><td align='center'>aigo</td><td align='right'>N</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>H</td><td align='center'>udso</td><td align='right'>N</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>V</td><td align='center'>enic</td><td align='right'>E</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I</td><td align='center'>llinoi</td><td align='right'>S</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>L</td><td align='center'>ewi</td><td align='right'>S</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>L</td><td align='center'>ouisvill</td><td align='right'>E</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>E</td><td align='center'>ri</td><td align='right'>E</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p class="center">Nashville, Tennessee</p> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<p class="center">Cellar.</p> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>B</td><td align='left'>O</td><td align='left'>N</td><td align='left'>E</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>O</td><td align='left'>V</td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>L</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>N</td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>I</td><td align='left'>L</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>L</td><td align='left'>L</td><td align='left'>A</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>C</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>L</td><td align='left'>E</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>C</td><td align='left'>L</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>R</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>R</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>R</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<p class="center">Abraham Lincoln.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p class="center">Charade on page 232—Brigade.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1>CANDY</h1> + +<p>Send one, two, three, or five dollars for a sample box, by express, of +the best Candies in America, put up elegantly and strictly pure. Refers +to all Chicago. Address</p> + +<h3>C. F. GUNTHER,</h3> + +<h4>Confectioner,</h4> + +<h4>78 MADISON STREET, CHICAGO.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class="center"><b>KEEP YOUR BIRD</b> IN HEALTH AND SONG by using <b>SINGER'S PATENT GRAVEL PAPER</b>. +Sold by Druggists and Bird Dealers.</p> + +<h4>Depot, 582 Hudson St., N. Y.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at +the following rates—<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>:</p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span></td><td align='right'>$0.04</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">One Subscription</span>, <i>one year</i></td><td align='right'>1.50</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Five Subscriptions</span>, <i>one year</i></td><td align='right'>7.00</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p>Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of order.</p> + +<p>Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY ORDER or DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss.</p> + +<h3>ADVERTISING.</h3> + +<p>The extent and character of the circulation of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> +will render it a first-class medium for advertising. A limited number of +approved advertisements will be inserted on two inside pages at 75 cents +per line.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Address</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 30em;">HARPER & BROTHERS,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 35em;">Franklin Square, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>OUR CHILDREN'S SONGS.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p class="center">Our Children's Songs. Illustrated. 8vo, Ornamental Cover, $1.00.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>The best compilation of songs for the children that we have ever +seen.—<i>New Bedford Mercury.</i></p> + +<p>This is a large collection of songs for the nursery, for childhood, for +boys and for girls, and sacred songs for all. The range of subjects is a +wide one, and the book is handsomely illustrated.—<i>Philadelphia +Ledger.</i></p> + +<p>It contains some of the most beautiful thoughts for children that ever +found vent in poesy, and beautiful "pictures to match."—<i>Chicago +Evening Journal.</i></p> + +<p>An excellent anthology of juvenile poetry, covering the whole range of +English and American literature.—<i>Independent</i>, N. Y.</p> + +<p>Songs for the nursery, songs for childhood, for girlhood, boyhood, +and sacred songs—the whole melody of childhood and youth bound in +one cover. Full of lovely pictures; sweet mother and baby faces; +charming bits of scenery, and the dear old Bible story-telling +pictures.—<i>Churchman</i>, N. Y.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span> <i>will send the above work by mail, +postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on receipt of the +price.</i></h4> + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> +<h2>The Child's Book of Nature.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The Child's Book of Nature, for the Use of Families and Schools: +intended to aid Mothers and Teachers in Training Children in the +Observation of Nature. In Three Parts. Part I. Plants. Part II. +Animals. Part III. Air, Water, Heat, Light, &c. By <span class="smcap">Worthington +Hooker</span>, M.D. Illustrated. The Three Parts complete in One Volume, +Small 4to, Half Leather, $1.31; or, separately, in Cloth, Part I., +53 cents; Part II., 56 cents; Part III., 56 cents.</p></div> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>A beautiful and useful work. It presents a general survey of the kingdom +of nature in a manner adapted to attract the attention of the child, and +at the same time to furnish him with accurate and important scientific +information. While the work is well suited as a class-book for schools, +its fresh and simple style cannot fail to render it a great favorite for +family reading.</p> + +<p>The Three Parts of this book can be had in separate volumes by those who +desire it. This will be advisable when the book is to be used in +teaching quite young children, especially in schools.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHILDREN'S</h2> + +<h2>PICTURE-BOOKS.</h2> + +<p class="center">Square, 4to, about 300 pages each, beautifully printed on Tinted +Paper, embellished with many Illustrations, bound in Cloth, $1.50 +per volume.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture-Book of Sagacity of Animals.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Sixty Illustrations by <span class="smcap">Harrison Weir</span>.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Bible Picture-Book.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Eighty Illustrations, from Designs by <span class="smcap">Steinle</span>, <span class="smcap">Overbeck</span>, +<span class="smcap">Veit</span>, <span class="smcap">Schnorr</span>, &c.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture Fable-Book.</h3> + +<p class="center">Containing One Hundred and Sixty Fables. With Sixty Illustrations +by <span class="smcap">Harrison Weir</span>.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture-Book of Birds.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Sixty-one Illustrations by <span class="smcap">W. Harvey</span>.</p> + +<h3>The Children's Picture-Book of Quadrupeds and other Mammalia.</h3> + +<p class="center">With Sixty-one Illustrations by <span class="smcap">W. Harvey</span>.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Old Books for Young Readers.</h2> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Arabian Nights' Entertainments.</h3> + +<p class="center">The Thousand and One Nights; or, The Arabian Nights' +Entertainments. Translated and Arranged for Family Reading, with +Explanatory Notes, by <span class="smcap">E. W. Lane</span>. 600 Illustrations by Harvey. 2 +vols., 12mo, Cloth, $3.50.</p> + +<h3>Robinson Crusoe.</h3> + +<p class="center">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> + +<h3>The Swiss Family Robinson.</h3> + +<p class="center">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 class="center">The Swiss Family Robinson—Continued: being a Sequel to the +Foregoing. 2 vols., 18mo, Cloth, $1.50.</p> + +<h3>Sandford and Merton.</h3> + +<p class="center">The History of Sandford and Merton. By <span class="smcap">Thomas Day</span>. 18mo, Half +Bound, 75 cents.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="600" height="259" alt="EASTER REVERSES.—" title="" /> +<span class="caption">EASTER REVERSES.—</span> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"Break, break, break,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">For the tables are turned, we see;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And the damaged heads of the boys that are 'bumped'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Are warnings to you and me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 32em;"><span class="smcap">Tennyson</span> (<i>altered eg(g)regiously for the occasion</i>).</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"><a name="WIGGLES" id="WIGGLES"></a> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="700" height="520" alt="SOLUTIONS BY SUBSCRIBERS TO WIGGLE No. 9, AND A NEW WIGGLE, No. 10." title="" /> +<span class="caption">SOLUTIONS BY SUBSCRIBERS TO WIGGLE No. 9, AND A NEW WIGGLE, No. 10.</span> +</div> + +<h2>WIGGLES.</h2> + +<p>Drawings of Wiggle No. 9, given on page 184 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> No. +15, have been sent in by Alph A. H., J. M. W., R. B. C., F. H. Denman, +Arthur H. Spear, G. L., Isabelle Oakey, "Trombone-blower," J. H. G., +John Peddle, Laura C. Parmelli, F. S. J., John T. Hall, Fred Houston, +Ettie Houston, J. G. T., Harry Austin, D. W. C. F., Willie H. Speller, +M. D. J., Lena E. Schmidt, Harry Moore, G. H. Fisher, Miriam Hill, John +G. Wilson, William Atkinson, Mabel Lowell, Walter Stillman, Mabel H., J. R. G., +R. S. G., J. S. E., Josie Vail, W. C. N., Willie R. H., E. J. B., +K. T., Entomologist, Bertha Childs, J. R., John H. Grensel, J. H. G., +R. C. Jopp, Karst, B. R. I., I. H. J., George Town, Russ, C. T. Hamilton, +Leon M. Forbes, W. F. Pinkham, E. T. J., M. H. V., Jessy Sander, Amenia +G. Alger, Frank M. Richards, Morton D. H., F. G. Wurdman, K. T., Herbie +Ferguson, C. H. Theberath, Willie H. Spiller, J. K. M., Dollie Murdock, +Theo. F. John, Percy and George, Aggie R. H., G. S. D., Matthew Latin, +Julia West, Olive Russell, Charles Conner, Willie R. C. Corson, Effie E. +Parks, Margaret E., Carter Colquitt, M. O. K., Mattie L. F., B. H. +Smith, Irwin McDowell, C. H. A., F. E. G., and E. We have only room to +publish some of the best of the many drawings offered. Fig. No. 10 is a +new Wiggle; now let us see what you can do with it.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> This story is perfectly true, and was told by its hero, +Colonel C——, of the Ninety-first Highlanders.</p></div> + +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, March 23, 1880, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, MAR 23, 1880 *** + +***** This file should be named 28417-h.htm or 28417-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/4/1/28417/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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