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+Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, April 20, 1880, by Various
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+Title: Harper's Young People, April 20, 1880
+       An Illustrated Weekly
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: May 13, 2009 [EBook #28790]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, APR 20, 1880 ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Annie McGuire
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HARPER'S
+
+YOUNG PEOPLE
+
+AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+VOL. I.--NO. 25. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
+CENTS.
+
+Tuesday, April 20, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
+per Year, in Advance.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SIM VEDDER'S KITE.
+
+BY W. O. STODDARD.
+
+
+The kite fever visited Hagarstown every year, and caught all the boys
+over five before it subsided. It generally crept in slowly, a boy and a
+kite at a time; but this year it came as if a big wind brought it.
+
+Yesterday there had been three kites up at one time in the main street,
+and Squire Jones's pony had been scared into a canter. The Squire, and
+Mrs. Jones, and the three Misses Jones, and Aunt Hephzibah had all been
+in the carry-all at the time, and they had all screamed when the pony
+began to canter. So the Squire had told the boys he "could not have any
+more of that dangerous nonsense in the streets," and they had all come
+out to Dr. Gay's pasture, on the side-hill, to-day, and they had eight
+kites among them.
+
+"Sim Vedder's coming, boys," said Parley Hooker. "He's been making a
+kite."
+
+"He?" exclaimed Joe Myers. "He's a grown-up man. What does he know about
+kites?"
+
+"There he comes now, anyway."
+
+They all turned toward the bars and looked, for not one of them had sent
+up his kite yet.
+
+"Oh, what a kite!"
+
+"It's as tall as he is."
+
+"No, it isn't. He's carrying it on his shoulder."
+
+"It's just an awful kite."
+
+Sim Vedder was the man who worked for Dr. Gay, and he was as thin as a
+fence rail. So was his face, and his hooked nose had a queer twist in it
+half way to the point.
+
+He was coming with what looked like an enormous kite trying all the
+while to get away from him.
+
+All the boys wanted to ask questions, but they didn't know exactly what
+to ask, so they kept still.
+
+"Kiting, are you? Well, just you let me look at your kites, and then you
+may look at mine. One at a time, now. Keep back. Make that kite
+yourself, Parley?"
+
+"Yes, I made it."
+
+"Had plenty of wood around your house, I guess. Your sticks are bigger
+than mine, and your kite is only two feet high, and mine's five. Look at
+it."
+
+He turned the back of his kite toward them as he spoke, and they saw
+that the frame-work of it was made of a number of very slender slips of
+what looked like ash or hickory wood.
+
+"Mine's made of pine," said Parley. "And yours'll break, too."
+
+"No, it won't. Well, maybe yours'll fly. Set it agoing. There's plenty
+of wind."
+
+Parley obeyed, and, mainly because there was indeed a good deal of wind,
+his heavy-made kite began to go up.
+
+"Joe," said Sim Vedder, "hand me that kite of yours."
+
+"Mine's a di'mond. I don't know how to make any other."
+
+"Do you suppose it'll stand steady, with those fore-bands so close
+together? No, it won't. Up with it, and see how it'll wiggle. Bob Jones,
+is that yours?"
+
+The third kite was meekly handed to him, for the more the boys stared at
+Sim's big kite, the more they believed he knew what he was talking
+about.
+
+"It isn't a bad kite, but those fore-bands are crossed too low. It'll
+dive all over."
+
+"There's plenty of tail, Sim. It can't dive."
+
+"Tail!--and a bunch of May-weed at the end of it! How's a kite of that
+size to lift it all? I'll show you," replied Sim.
+
+He was unfastening the fore-bands as he spoke, and now he crossed them
+again over his little finger, and moved them along till the kite swung
+under them, almost level.
+
+"That'll do. Now I'll tie 'em hard, and you can cut off your May-weed.
+There'll be tail enough without it. When I was in China--"
+
+"Was you ever in China?"
+
+"Yes, I was. That was when I was a sailor. I saw kites enough there.
+They spend money on 'em, just as we do on horses; make 'em of all shapes
+and sizes. Don't need any tails."
+
+"Kites without tails?"
+
+"Well, some of 'em have, and some of 'em haven't. It's a knack in the
+making of 'em. I've seen one like a dragon, and another like a big
+snake, and they floated perfectly. Only a thin silk string, either."
+
+"String's got to be strong enough to hold a kite," said Parley Hooker.
+"Look at yours."
+
+"Yes, mine's strong; it's made of fine hemp. But it isn't any heavier
+than yours. What do you want of a rope, with a kite of that size?"
+
+"It isn't a rope."
+
+"It's too heavy, though. Besides, you've tied pieces together with big
+knots in them. You can't send up any travellers."
+
+"What's that?"
+
+"I'll show you. Some call 'em messengers."
+
+Just then Parley exclaimed, "Sim! Sim! mine's broke! it's coming down!"
+
+"Broke right in the middle, where you notched your big sticks together."
+
+"Just where it needs to be strongest," said Joe, knowingly.
+
+"No, it doesn't. Look at mine."
+
+It was the biggest kite they had ever seen, and it came down square at
+the bottom; but it was not a great deal wider than Parley's. The curious
+part of it was the cross-sticks and fore-bands. What did he need of so
+many?
+
+"So many?" said Sim. "Why, the bands take the strain of the wind. If you
+put it all on the sticks, they'd bend or break. Don't you see? There's a
+band tied every two inches, and they all come together out here in the
+centre knot. It just balances on that."
+
+"Your tail's a light one."
+
+"It's long enough, and it spreads enough to catch the wind. It isn't the
+mere weight you want in a tail, if your kite's balanced. The wind blows
+against the tail as hard as anywhere else."
+
+"Won't yours ever dive?"
+
+"Of course it will, with a cross puff of wind; but it'll come right up
+again. That won't happen very often. I'll send her up. You wait and
+see."
+
+The other kites were all up now, except Parley's broken one, and most of
+them were cutting queer antics, because, as Sim explained, their
+fore-bands were tied wrong, and their tails "did not fit them."
+
+"The Chinese could teach us. But, the way we make kites, there's as much
+in the tail as in anything else."
+
+"Oh, but our kites are covered with paper, and you've put some old silk
+on yours."
+
+"Of course I have. It isn't much heavier. The Chinese use thin paper
+that's as good as silk. It won't wet through."
+
+"Wet? Oh, Sim, it looks as if a storm is coming now."
+
+So it did, and Sim's big kite was going up, up, up very fast, and he was
+letting the strong brown string run rapidly off from a sort of reel he
+held in his hand.
+
+"Pull in your kites, boys," shouted Parley. "Let's cut for home."
+
+"I want to see Sim fly his."
+
+"You all pull in yours, and we'll go into the cattle shed. It's only a
+shower. I can fly mine from the door."
+
+The shed was close at hand, and the door was a wide one. In three
+minutes more, just as the first drops came down, there was quite a crowd
+of boys behind Sim, as he stood a little inside, and watched his kite.
+His reel was almost empty now, and the big kite looked a good deal
+smaller than when it started.
+
+"How steady it is!"
+
+"It pulls hard, though."
+
+"There comes the rain."
+
+"Thunder and lightning too."
+
+Sim had fastened his wooden reel against the door-post, on a hook that
+was there, but he kept his hand on the string.
+
+"I declare, boys! Feel of that! The string's wet, and it's making a
+lightning-rod of itself."
+
+Parley and Joe and Bob, and two or three others, felt of it at once.
+
+"Lightning? Why, Sim," said Bob, "I know better than that. I've had an
+electric shock before."
+
+"That's all it is," said Parley.
+
+"Well," replied Sim, "didn't you ever hear of Dr. Franklin? We're doing
+just what he did. He discovered electricity with a kite. A wet kite
+string was the first lightning-rod there ever was in the world."
+
+"Lightning?" exclaimed Bob. "Don't you bring any in here. I won't touch
+it again."
+
+"Did lightning ever strike anybody when he was flying a kite?" asked
+Joe.
+
+"Not that I ever heard of," said Sim. "But it's beginning to pour hard.
+I'll reel in my kite till the storm's over."
+
+He unhooked his reel as he spoke, but it was well he took a good strong
+hold of it. The wind must have been blowing a gale up where the kite
+was, and the string was a very strong one for its size.
+
+"I declare! Why--"
+
+But the next the boys knew, Sim Vedder was out in the rain, with that
+kite tugging at him. He would not let go, and he could not stop himself,
+and the sloping pasture before him was all down hill. On he went, faster
+and faster, till his foot slipped, and down he went full length. He held
+on, though, like a good fellow, and there he lay in the wet grass, with
+the rain pouring upon him, tugging his best at his big kite.
+
+The wind lulled a little, and Sim began to work his reel. Slowly at
+first, then faster; and about the time the rain stopped, the wind almost
+died out, and the wonderful kite came in.
+
+"There isn't a stick of it broken," said Sim, triumphantly, "nor a
+fore-band. That's because they were made right, and put on so they all
+help each other."
+
+"Oh, but ain't you wet!" exclaimed three or four boys at once.
+
+Well, yes; he was, indeed, very wet.
+
+
+
+
+TWO NARROW ESCAPES.
+
+BY UNCLE NED.
+
+
+One evening last winter the children called upon their uncle Ned, who is
+a sailor, and just home from India, for a story. He willingly granted
+their request, and at once proceeded to tell them of a narrow escape he
+once made, as follows:
+
+"At the time of the occurrence I was staying at a small village called
+Yealah, in India, with a young friend in the civil service, who had a
+bungalow there. We used to amuse ourselves picking up shells on the
+beach in the cool of the evening, and later, sitting out enjoying the
+breeze and smoking our cheroots. One evening, however, our conversation
+was interrupted by a herd of buffaloes rushing past us at full speed,
+which we imputed to their being chased by a tiger. On the following
+morning our surmise proved correct, and we learned that a tiger had
+carried off a buffalo within two or three hundred yards of where we had
+been sitting on the previous evening. My friend, who was a keen
+sportsman, resolved to track the tiger; and I accompanied him, with a
+number of natives, who took care to keep at a safe distance in the rear.
+Following the broad track through the jungle, we soon arrived at the
+spot to which the tiger had dragged his prey, and here we found the
+mangled remains of the buffalo, but the tiger had betaken himself
+elsewhere to enjoy his siesta after gorging himself. We proceeded on
+cautiously; but as the jungle got very thick and tangled, my friend
+decided it would be imprudent to proceed any further, and we halted. We
+brought the butts of our rifles to the ground, and being of a botanical
+turn, I stooped to pick up a flower. At that moment a tremendous roar
+echoed through the forest, and seemed to stun me. I staggered a little,
+as if from a blow; but recovering myself, grasped my rifle, for I
+immediately guessed it was the tiger. My friend, with an exclamation,
+'What an escape!' dashed away to the right, and I was about to follow, I
+knew not exactly whither, when he made his appearance, to my intense
+satisfaction.
+
+"His first exclamation was, 'The brute has got away. Just like my luck.'
+And then he added, 'What a lucky escape you had!'
+
+"'What do you mean?' said I.
+
+"'Why, don't you know that, as you stooped down to pick the flower, that
+tiger sprang at you, and missed you by a few inches?'
+
+"I confess a cold sweat broke out over me, and I inwardly thanked the
+Almighty for my providential escape.
+
+"As my story is rather a short one, I will tell you another of a lucky
+escape I witnessed; though first I should mention that soon after this
+affair my friend paid with his life for the temerity with which he
+tracked tigers in the jungle.
+
+"The brig to which I belonged was proceeding from Rangoon, and one
+evening, after having come to an anchor abreast of a small inlet just
+above Elephant Creek, at the mouth of the Irrawaddy, I accompanied the
+skipper and a friend in the boat up the inlet to a small village to
+procure a supply of fruit. On our return my companions expressed their
+determination to bathe; but as I did not feel inclined to do so, I
+seated myself in the stern, and taking out of my pocket one of Scott's
+novels, amused myself with reading until they should have completed
+their bath.
+
+"About five minutes had elapsed, and the skipper was alone in the water,
+when my attention was aroused by shouts and screams from the villagers,
+who were hurrying down to the water's edge. Turning round, I saw my
+captain, for whom I had no great affection, exerting every muscle to
+gain the bank, from which he was still at a considerable distance. Not
+seeing anything to account for the hubbub, my first impression was that
+a child had fallen into the water, and that he was swimming to the spot
+of the accident to save it. In an instant I directed the Lascars to
+'give way' with the oars, and seizing the helm, steered as nearly as I
+could guess in the direction to which the gestures of the Burmese
+appeared to point. Before I reached the point the skipper disappeared
+beneath the water; but, full of the preconceived impression, I imagined
+that he was diving in search of the child. A few strokes and we were at
+the spot, but it was not until the Lascar crew lashed their oars
+violently into the water that the truth flashed upon me. It must be an
+alligator that was pursuing him; and soon all doubt was removed, when
+the master, a few moments later, rose at a short distance from us in a
+spot where he could feel the bottom, and ran quickly ashore, his
+shoulder bleeding profusely. The whole transaction occupied a very short
+time, and the wounded master was conveyed on board the brig with all
+dispatch.
+
+"On inquiry I learned that the alligator had been first seen by the
+Burmese, who gave instant notice of his approach, as before described,
+and the warning was as quickly comprehended by the captain. All his
+exertions to escape were, however, unavailing, and he felt himself
+seized a little below the shoulder. By a convulsive effort he succeeded
+in shaking off his cruel antagonist, and again struck out. The animal,
+however, again advanced, and seizing him nearly by the same place,
+dragged him under the surface for an instant or two, when the splashing
+of the oars compelled him to relax his hold. On examination it proved
+that the arm, although severely lacerated, was not so much injured as to
+incur the necessity of amputation; and being placed under medical care
+at Rangoon, the skipper was soon enabled to resume his duties."
+
+
+
+
+[Begun in No. 19 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, March 9.]
+
+ACROSS THE OCEAN; OR, A BOY'S FIRST VOYAGE.
+
+A True Story.
+
+BY J. O. DAVIDSON.
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+TOWED BY A WHALE.
+
+"Have you ever seen a whaler, lad?" asked old Herrick, as Frank came on
+deck the next morning. "Well, here's one for you _now_, anyway!"
+
+There, sure enough, on the very edge of the great weed prairie which was
+now almost left behind, lay a large vessel, with her sails hanging
+loosely against the masts. Alongside of her floated a huge black and
+white mass, which a second glance showed to be the carcass of a whale,
+while the thick black smoke that rose from between her masts told that
+the work of "trying out" the oil was going briskly forward. This was
+just the sight for Austin, who, in the long winter evenings at home, had
+devoured every account and engraving of the whale-fishery that he could
+lay his hands on. He was still gazing, when Herrick touched his arm.
+
+"See them two boats yonder, my boy? They've struck another whale, or my
+name ain't Herrick."
+
+The whaler's boats were about three miles off, pulling as if for life
+and death. The other end of the line attached to each was under water,
+but the disturbance of the surface showed that some large object was in
+violent motion below. Suddenly both crews "backed water," while a man
+leaped into the bow of each boat, axe in hand, ready to cut the rope
+should the whale attempt to drag them under.
+
+The next moment the huge black body broke through the seething foam with
+a lash of its tail, which, as Herrick said, "sounded like a church tower
+a-fallin' flat on an acre o' planks." In flew the boats, one on each
+side, up sprang the harpooners, whiz went the well-aimed weapons, and
+the wounded whale, giving a leap that set the whole sea boiling, turned
+and came right down upon the _Arizona_, as if taking _it_ for the
+assailant.
+
+[Illustration: TOWED WITH THE SPEED OF A LOCOMOTIVE.]
+
+Frank turned pale in spite of himself, for the charge of this moving
+mountain seemed able to crush the strongest ship like an egg-shell. But
+just as it was about to strike the bow, the monster turned again, and
+made for the distant whaler, towing the two boats after it with the
+speed of a locomotive.
+
+"Bully for you, mates!" shouted a harpooner, as they flew past. "Ye've
+turned the critter for us, and now she'll tow us aboard without our
+pulling a stroke!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+On the sixteenth night of the voyage, Frank was sitting on the
+fore-hatch, admiring the brightness of the moon. Eight bells (8 P.M.)
+had just been struck, when the ship's officers were seen crowding
+together on the after-deck with an appearance of considerable
+excitement. Before any one could guess what was the matter, one of the
+men uttered a cry of astonishment, and pointed upward.
+
+[Illustration: THE ECLIPSE.]
+
+The moonlight had become suddenly obscured, not by mist or clouds, but
+by a huge circular shadow, which moved steadily across the bright disk,
+blotting it out inch by inch.
+
+"It's a 'clipse, that's what it is," said one; "and I heerd Mr. Hawkins
+say this minute as some feller ashore, months and months ago, said it ud
+come this very day and hour. Queer, ain't it, for any land-lubber to be
+so 'cute?"
+
+The darkness steadily increased, till the men could barely see each
+other's faces; and with the unnatural gloom, a solemn silence fell upon
+one and all. Not a word was spoken, not a sound heard, save the rush of
+the steamer through the great waste of black waters. But the return of
+the light at length unchained all tongues, and many a quaint comment was
+made upon what they had just seen.
+
+"Guess the moon's got one side bright and t'other dark, and when she
+slews round, she brings the dark part broadside on."
+
+"Not much, I reckon; it's them wet clouds goin' back'ard and for'ard
+over her that spile her polish, same way as the spray rusts our
+b'ilers."
+
+"Shouldn't wonder; for a book-l'arned feller told me once that the sun
+hisself's all black inside, and them spots ye see on him's jist the
+black a-showin' through the gildin', like a darky's skin through the
+holes in his shirt."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The signs of their approach to land now became unmistakable. The sea
+took a greenish tinge; numerous vessels were seen heading the same way
+as themselves; and various birds, of a kind never met far from shore,
+came fluttering around them. Frank, too much excited to go below,
+perched himself in the rigging, and strained his eyes to catch the
+earliest glimpse of Europe. But Africa came first, in the shape of the
+Tangier Light; nor was it till 4 A.M. that the haze lifted, and a huge
+dark mass was seen looming on the port bow, the sight of which made the
+boy's heart leap, for it was the Rock of Gibraltar.
+
+[Illustration: THE ROCK OF GIBRALTAR.]
+
+As the dawn brightened, all the grand features of the scene came forth
+in their full splendor. The long purple range of the African mountains,
+ending in the bold headland of Ceuta, far away to the southeast; the
+wide blue sweep of the bay, with the dainty little white town of
+Algeciras planted on it, like an ivory carving; the flat sandy neck of
+"neutral ground" between the Rock and the mainland, with all its
+countless memories of war, from the old-world battles of Spaniard and
+Saracen to the day when the combined fleets of France and Spain swept it
+with the fire of 1800 cannon; the bristling masts of the harbor; the
+long gray curve of Europa Point; the mighty fortress itself, with the
+narrow eyes of levelled cannon peering watchfully through the terraced
+rocks that loomed against the bright morning sky like a thunder-cloud;
+the blue Spanish hills, wave beyond wave, melting at last into the warm,
+dreamy horizon; and right in front the white houses of Gibraltar,
+huddled together along the base of the cliff, as if (to quote old
+Herrick) "they'd been playin' snow-sled, and all slid down in a
+heap"--all were there.[1]
+
+[Illustration: A GIBRALTAR FRUIT BOAT.]
+
+To get into Gibraltar Harbor is no easy matter; but the _Arizona_,
+following in the wake of an English mail-steamer, reached her berth at
+last, and had barely cast anchor when she was surrounded by a perfect
+fleet of "shore-boats" freighted with oranges, figs, bananas,
+cocoa-nuts, monkeys,[2] parrots, and everything else that any sailor
+could be expected to buy.
+
+The screams of the parrots, the chattering of the monkeys, the bumping
+of the boats against each other, the clatter of the oars, the angry
+outcries of the boatmen, in Spanish and broken English, whenever a
+monkey or a parrot fell overboard, or a fruit basket got upset, made a
+deafening uproar. An English man-of-war, anchored close by, was
+similarly beset; and a mischievous sailor had just lassoed a monkey out
+of the nearest boat, against which outrage both Jocko and his master
+were protesting with all the power of their lungs. Frank lost no time in
+buying a stock of oranges, and tossed a quarter to the tall, black-eyed
+boatman, whose embroidered jacket, brown handsome face, and round flat
+hat with a jaunty cockade on one side of it, made a very striking
+picture. The Spaniard rang it on a knife-blade, tested it with a hard
+bite from his strong white teeth, and then tied it up in the
+handkerchief around his head, with a bow and a "Gracias, senor" (thanks,
+sir), worthy of any grandee in Spain.
+
+"What a fine fellow!" cried Frank, enthusiastically.
+
+"Ay, ain't he?" growled an old tar who overheard him. "If I'd a loose
+tooth in my head, I'd yank it out 'fore comin' here, for fear some o'
+them 'fine fellers' ud steal it!"
+
+"You don't say!"
+
+"Fact; and that's why we never let none on 'em aboard. I guess the old
+sayin's true enough, 'The Spanish wines steals all heads, the Spanish
+women steals all hearts, and the Spanish men steals everything.'"
+
+The captain, purser, and doctor had gone ashore with the ship's papers;
+but to the no small dismay of the crew (who had expected a long stay in
+port) a signal was suddenly reported to "up anchor" at once. So the
+chain-cable was passed around the capstan, the bars manned (for the
+convenient fashion of getting up the anchor by steam was not yet adopted
+by the _Arizona_), and to work they went.
+
+The slack of the chain came in easily enough; but to "break" the anchor
+out of the mud was a harder matter. Up came more men--up came even the
+"trimmers and heavers" from the engine-room; the bars bent with the
+pressure of six sturdy fellows apiece, but the anchor never budged. The
+perspiration rolled down the bronzed faces of the sailors, and their
+brawny chests heaved like bellows with the strain; but all to no
+purpose.
+
+Suddenly a "flaw" of wind made the vessel heel, bringing more pressure
+on the chain. The crew made a desperate effort, and seemed about to
+conquer, when snap went a bar. The capstan spun back, the men were
+dashed along the deck like nine-pins, and one poor fellow, jammed
+between the chain and the hawse-pipe, had his hand cut in two as if by
+an axe.
+
+"Hello, Yankee Doodle!" shouted a voice from the British ship, "can't
+git up yer mud-hook, eh? Shall we send a boy down to lift it for yer?"
+
+Frank's eyes flashed fire at the taunt, and the roar of laughter that
+followed. Forgetting everything in the passion of the moment, he sprang
+upon the capstan, and shouted:
+
+"Mates, are we going to let that Britisher laugh at us? Not much!
+Come--all together; now!"
+
+The excited men answered with a deafening cheer, and bent to their work
+like giants. One tremendous heave, and up came the anchor at last. Round
+and round they spun, leaping over the cable, which was now coming
+rapidly in; and while Frank cheered and waved his cap like a madman,
+they ran the anchor up "chock-a-block," just as Captain Gray and his
+officers came up the side.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] Most engravings of Gibraltar give a very imperfect idea of its
+position, which may be best conveyed by representing the Spanish coast
+as a door, and the Rock as the knob of its handle. The latter's seaward
+face is a pretty close copy of the Hudson Palisades.
+
+[2] The Rock of Gibraltar is the only spot in Europe where monkeys are
+found running wild.
+
+
+
+
+THE ROYAL BLACKSMITH.
+
+BY FLETCHER READE.
+
+
+There was born one day in the grandest palace that ever the sun shone
+upon a child whose life was for many years a sad and weary one. He was a
+cripple from his birth; and the Queen his mother, whose heart was so
+full of pride that there was no room left in it for love, hated the
+innocent babe, and refused to take him in her arms.
+
+He, poor fellow, would no doubt have been as handsome as any of us if he
+had been consulted about the matter; but as no one asked him whether he
+would prefer being ugly or beautiful, he could hardly have been to blame
+for coming into the world with one leg longer than the other.
+
+The Queen, however, did not stop to think of this. The longer she looked
+at him, the more angry she became, until at last, when no one was
+looking, she snatched him from his cradle, and threw him out of the
+window.
+
+Down through the blue air fell the baby boy; still down and down, till
+he reached the sea. Stretching out their arms as if to welcome such a
+royal playfellow, the waves clapped their white hands, until the little
+Prince crowed and cooed for joy.
+
+Far away beneath the waves lived two nymphs named Eurynome and Thetis,
+who, when they heard what had happened, decided to adopt the child.
+Hastening to his assistance, Thetis took him in her arms, and the two
+hurried along under the sea until they reached the home which they had
+made for themselves in one of the loveliest of the ocean caverns.
+
+Here the boy lived for many years, but he could not forget his old home
+among the mountains of Olympus.
+
+"I shall never be happy," he said to himself, "until I regain my
+rightful place among the sons of Zeus."
+
+He had already displayed great skill in carving, and the little grotto
+of Thetis was like a piece of wonderland, fitted and furnished with all
+manner of curious ornaments made by the lame boy, Hephæstus.
+
+As he grew older he resolved to turn his talents to account, so he made
+friends with the Old Man of the Sea, an elderly gentleman of uncertain
+temper, who spent his time in sailing over the ocean in an enormous
+shell drawn by sea-horses.
+
+To him Hephæstus brought a trident, hoping that the gift would induce
+him to offer the young exile his assistance in making peace with the
+Queen.
+
+Now this trident was a magical three-pronged spear, with which the owner
+could still the waves in their wildest fury. It was therefore almost
+invaluable to the old sailor; but although he accepted the gift, and
+praised the workmanship, he forgot to thank the workman, and sailed
+grandly away.
+
+It was not long after this that the lame Prince, walking one day through
+the woods, fell in with a band of wandering musicians.
+
+Some were dancing; others were singing; and as he examined them more
+closely, he saw that they had legs and hoofs and even long ears like
+goats.
+
+While he stood looking with wondering eyes at these fantastic beings,
+the leader of the band suddenly approached him, and said,
+
+"What aileth thee, my brother? Tell me thy trouble, that I may make thee
+glad again, for I can not abide a sorrowful countenance."
+
+"I am called Hephæstus," replied the Prince; "but I know not who you may
+be, to call me brother."
+
+"You will be wiser when you are older," laughed his new friend. "It is
+enough for you to know now that I am a son of Zeus. But I like not the
+solemn grandeur of the court, so I live in the woods, keeping holiday
+all the year. These fauns and satyrs are my friends; and if you will
+join our company, I can promise you a merry life and a long one."
+
+But Hephæstus shook his head.
+
+"I can never be happy," he said, "until I have won the love of the
+Queen-mother. To do that I must show her that I have gifts quite as
+valuable as beauty; but I have no one to plead my cause, and I, alas! do
+not know the way to Olympus."
+
+"If that is all your trouble," answered the merry man of the woods, "set
+your heart at rest, for I myself will present you at court."
+
+With these words, the good-natured Bacchus threw the skin of a wild
+beast over his shoulders, and the two travellers became the best of
+friends as they journeyed together along the road which lies between the
+wooded heights where the satyrs dance, to the hill where the Olympian
+palace hides half its rosy towers among the clouds.
+
+The Queen at first would not recognize her son; the unhappy Prince hung
+his head, and the assembled courtiers laughed long and loud at the
+awkward silence of the youth.
+
+Bacchus, however, was not to be frightened by laughter, however
+inextinguishable, and he pleaded his brother's cause so well that the
+Queen finally consented to overlook his ugliness, and ordered that a
+palace be built for him.
+
+"All I ask," said the Prince, "is a workshop, a pair of bellows, and a
+forge."
+
+"Then you are not my son, after all," exclaimed the Queen. "You are
+nothing but a poor blacksmith."
+
+"'Tis true I am a blacksmith," he answered, "but I will show you that I
+am no common workman."
+
+Concealing her astonishment, the Queen ordered his request to be
+granted, and Hephæstus, glad but silent, limped away.
+
+Day after day found him at his work; and at length one morning, when the
+King and Queen were sitting in their banqueting hall, the doors were
+thrown open, and there appeared at each entrance a golden table laden
+with nectar and ambrosia.
+
+One by one the tables walked across the hall as if they had been alive,
+and close behind followed Hephæstus, supported on either side by lovely
+maidens, fashioned, like the tables, out of gold.
+
+To the King he presented a golden sceptre and thunderbolts, which no one
+but Zeus himself could hold.
+
+"Thou art indeed our son," cried the King. "Choose what thou wilt, and
+it shall be given thee."
+
+Looking around the court, the eyes of Hephæstus rested at last on
+Venus--a Princess so beautiful that she was supposed to have been made
+of sea-foam.
+
+"Grant me, O Zeus, that I may have this lady for my wife," said
+Hephæstus.
+
+The request was granted almost before it was asked, and the wedding
+which followed was one of the most brilliant that had ever taken place
+in the country of Olympus.
+
+Venus, however, was as false as she was beautiful, and Hephæstus was
+often unhappy; but he consoled himself as best he could by keeping
+perpetually at work, sometimes making a brazen shield for one friend, or
+forging a suit of armor for another.
+
+So it came to pass that the lame boy Hephæstus, exiled from his father's
+court on account of his ugliness, became the world-renowned royal
+blacksmith, honored by all for his patient endurance of wrong, for his
+matchless skill, and for his loving service.
+
+
+
+
+THE BLUE GROTTO.
+
+BY JAMES B. MARSHALL.
+
+
+"Did you ever see any blue-colored people?" asked Miss Bertha, aged ten,
+shortly after my introduction to that young lady at Naples. I was forced
+to confess that, though my acquaintances had shaded from white to black,
+and brown to red, I had never been fortunate enough to boast of a blue
+one.
+
+"Oh, I saw 'most a hundred the other day!" said she, triumphantly. "Then
+did you ever see a silver-colored man?"
+
+"A silver-colored man? Miss Bertha dear, I have an idea that you have
+been to fairy-land."
+
+"He was a real silver-colored man," said she, very earnestly.
+
+"I suppose he was the King of the fairy-land you went to."
+
+"Oh no, he wasn't; he was a big boatman. But it was just like
+fairy-land; it was splendid!--really, just splendid!"
+
+It proved that the dear little enthusiast had been, a few days previous,
+on a visit to the Island of Capri to see the famous Blue Grotto; since
+which she had been startling people with her descriptions of blue folks
+and a silver man.
+
+Seeing that I couldn't have a better guide than Miss Bertha, the next
+morning we and a jovial party went on board of the tiny steamer that
+plies between Naples and the eighteen miles distant Island of Capri,
+hollowed under the cliffs of which the Blue Grotto is situated. The Bay
+of Naples, you know, is called the most beautiful in the world, and a
+sail across it is a lovely thing in itself. There are such glorious blue
+skies overhead, and such clear blue waters underneath, that the steamer
+appears to bear one through the air between two skies. Then, close to
+Naples, is seen that wonderful volcano, Vesuvius, with always a cloud of
+smoke curling lazily out of its crater. And, besides, the white houses
+of Naples are so built on a hill-side, the streets climbing to the top,
+that a few miles away that too is a handsome sight. Miss Bertha told me
+that they were the marble steps to the giant's palace, whose bird was
+carrying us to the enchanted island to show us the giant's jewel-room.
+Capri then looked like a distant light-house, merely a brown rock rising
+out of the sea.
+
+As we went bobbing over the waves it grew higher and higher, which Miss
+Bertha explained was the correct thing for it to do, until, when the
+steamer anchored a little distance from its cliffs, it rose straight up
+from the water to a dizzy height. A flock of little skiffs crowded
+around the steamer for the passengers, and Miss Bertha, taking charge of
+me, led me into one.
+
+"But the Grotto, where is it?" I asked, staring at the huge cliffs,
+straight at which our red-sashed boatman was rowing us as if to
+destruction.
+
+Skiff after skiff ahead of us was seen to be swallowed up in the cliffs
+in the most amazing way, and not an opening in the rocky wall to be
+seen. "You mustn't be afraid," said my sweet little guide, assuringly:
+"it won't hurt;" and she gave me her hand, that--perhaps I shouldn't
+tell--trembled a little, and directly its mate stole into my grasp.
+
+"Lie low down," said our boatman, when the skiff was within a few feet
+of apparently smashing against the cliff.
+
+"And shut your eyes tight," said Miss Bertha, screwing up her eyes so
+tight that she showed all of her pretty white teeth in the funniest way.
+The skiff scratched and bumped on the rocks a few times, and then
+floated clear.
+
+The bright sky was gone, the gulls flying about the cliffs were gone,
+the steamer was gone, and the cliffs themselves were gone: we had
+slipped under them, through a tiny opening, and were in the Blue Grotto.
+The blue roof rose high above us, and there was ample room within the
+Grotto for many times the numerous blue skiffs filled with blue-haired
+blue people, all dressed in blue clothes, and breathing blue air. That
+is just the way we appeared. The water was lighter-colored than the air,
+and when a boatman jumped overboard, his every action being distinctly
+seen, he seemed to be flying in air, and not diving in water. It gave
+one a weird crawly feeling to see him, and when he came to the surface
+it seemed to be the most natural thing for him to tumble back to us
+after capering around in the sky. Then he crawled out on a rock to allow
+the water to drain off his clothes, and then it was that Miss Bertha's
+promise of a silver man was made good. He stood there a moment,
+appearing like a burnished silver statue, and the trickling drops as
+they fell from him sparkled with silvery glitter.
+
+An oar splashed in the water sent the drops flying into the blue air, to
+glimmer there in silver brightness a moment, like a patch of the starry
+Milky Way on a frosty night.
+
+"Isn't it lovely!" said Bertha, clapping her hands joyfully; "and you
+can get a whole handful of silver by just reaching for it, but you can't
+keep it." She grasped the blue water as she spoke, and it escaped
+through her fingers in glittering drops, as if a handful of coins was
+melting in her palm. Whatever is held in the water assumes, for the
+time, this silver-color, and the blades of the oars shone as though the
+Capri boatmen were so rich that they had made them of pure silver.
+
+For hundreds of years the Grotto was known to exist somewhere under the
+cliffs of the island, but so small is the entrance that it was not
+rediscovered until this century. It can not be entered except the sea
+around the island is very calm; and as all the beautiful effects are due
+to the refraction of light, the bright mid-day sun should be shining
+without.
+
+
+
+
+THE ALBATROSS.
+
+
+[Illustration: A SKIMMER OF THE SOUTHERN SEAS.]
+
+Far away in the desolate South Seas there lives a large and beautiful
+bird called the albatross, the giant member of the petrel family. The
+wandering albatross (_Diomedea exulans_) is the largest of its tribe.
+Specimens have been captured measuring four feet in length, and with an
+expanse of wing from ten to fourteen feet. The body of this bird is very
+large, its neck is short and stout, and its head is armed with a
+powerful hooked beak from six to eight inches long. It is snowy,
+glistening white, its long wing-feathers tipped with black.
+
+Its mighty strength of wing renders it the admiration of all navigators,
+who fitly name it the lord of the stormy seas. In the desolate regions
+where it lives the sailors hail its appearance with delight, as it comes
+sailing around the ship with majestic, careless flight, rising, sinking,
+now swooping down to seize some cast-off mouthful of food, now poising
+high above the mast-head, moving with the ship at the most rapid speed,
+and yet with scarcely a perceptible movement of its gigantic wings.
+
+In storm or calm the albatross is master of the wind and waves. Sailors,
+straining every nerve to guide the laboring, struggling ship through
+tempestuous seas, look up, and see far above their heads the albatross
+calmly breasting the gale, its majesty unruffled, and its great
+out-stretched wings as motionless as on a still, sunny day. Its strength
+of flight is marvellous, and is said to be superior to that of any other
+bird. Sailors have captured these royal inhabitants of southern polar
+regions, and marked their glistening breasts with spots of tar, that
+they might distinguish them and determine their power of endurance; and
+in several instances the same bird has followed a ship under full sail,
+before the wind, for seven days and longer, circling round and round,
+and apparently taking no rest, its sharp eye always watchful for any
+refuse of food cast overboard by the sailors.
+
+The albatross is very voracious, and easily caught, as it is neither
+cunning nor shy. As it lives in desolation, and has little to do with
+men, it knows nothing of trickery, nor dreams of the plots laid against
+its royal freedom. An interesting account is given of the capture of an
+albatross by an officer of a French ship. It was a sunny, windy day, and
+the vessel was speeding along near the dreary Tierra del Fuego, when a
+great shadow like a cloud passed over the deck. On looking up, the
+officer saw an immense albatross, its white breast glistening like snow,
+floating aloft with wide-spread wings. Wishing to examine the bird more
+closely, he gave orders for its capture. Fastening a piece of fat pork
+to a strong hook attached to a line, a sailor threw it overboard, and
+allowed full forty yards of cord to run out. The albatross soon descried
+the tempting morsel, and sweeping down in graceful circles to seize it,
+was soon securely hooked. The only show of resistance it made to being
+drawn on board was to extend its wings, and utter loud discordant cries.
+Once on deck, its grace and majesty vanished. It showed no fear, and the
+hook, still fastened in its beak, did not seem to annoy it; but no
+landsman could have been more awkward than was the albatross on the
+smooth rocking deck. It staggered and waddled clumsily, and tried in
+vain to lift itself with its wings. It showed considerable temper, and
+snapped furiously at all who approached, and the captain's dog, which
+came trotting up, full of curiosity over the strange visitor, received a
+terrible blow from the hooked beak, which sent him howling with pain to
+the most distant corner of the deck. As the officer was desirous to
+preserve the beak, breast, wings, and feet of this magnificent creature
+as souvenirs, he ordered the sailors to kill it, although he states that
+it impressed him as though he were commanding the execution of some
+royal personage.
+
+The albatross is an expert swimmer, and floats on the waves like a piece
+of cork, riding in undisturbed serenity over the lofty foaming crests of
+stormy billows. It is not, however, a good diver, and is obliged to
+subsist on whatever food comes to the surface. It might be called the
+vulture of the seas, for dead fish, floating carcasses of whales, and
+other sea refuse form its main diet.
+
+The habits of the albatross during the breeding season are still
+partially veiled in mystery, as the desolate mossy headlands of Tristan
+d'Acunha, Inaccessible Island, and other lands lying far to the
+southward, where the albatross makes its nest, are visited only at rare
+intervals. The island of Tristan is circular, and almost entirely
+volcanic, and on the summit of its cliffs, which rise a thousand feet
+above the sea, on broad dreary plains of dark gray lava, the albatrosses
+gather some time during November, and prepare themselves nests.
+Selecting some space free from tussock-grass, the bird scrapes together
+a circle of dried grass and clay, in which it lays one egg about the
+size of a swan's, white, with a band of small brick-red spots round one
+end. But few naturalists have been able to visit these great breeding
+warrens, and none have determined how the albatross lives and feeds its
+young during its absence from the ocean. It is certain that the great
+bird rarely leaves its nest, for there is a wicked little robber gull
+ever on the watch to break and eat the egg, should the mother-bird
+desert it for a moment.
+
+The young, when hatched, are snow-white, and covered with a soft woolly
+down. A traveller once climbed up the dangerous precipice of Tristan
+d'Acunha, and saw these young helpless things lying in the nests, while
+several hundred pair of parent birds were stalking awkwardly about. They
+all snapped their beaks with a great noise, and ejected from them an
+offensive oil--their only means of defense. The same traveller visited
+the place five months later, when he found all the young albatrosses
+sitting in their nests as before, but the old birds had all disappeared.
+It is supposed that an albatross must be a year old before it can fly;
+and as the parents depart some time in April for their ocean hunting
+grounds, and are never seen to return until the breeding season again
+comes round, it is astonishing what feeds and supports the young until
+they are able to hunt for themselves. Naturalists wonder over this
+point, and advance many different theories, but as yet no facts have
+been discovered in regard to the diet of the young and helpless bird.
+
+The albatross was formerly regarded with superstitious reverence by
+sailors, who considered this majestic companion which came around the
+ship in desolate icy seas as a bird of good omen; and to kill one was
+considered a crime that would surely be punished by disaster and
+shipwreck. Coleridge, the English poet, has written a wonderful poem on
+this superstition, called the "Rime of the Ancient Mariner," to which
+Gustave Doré, a French artist, has drawn a series of illustrations
+picturing the lonely frozen ocean, and the majestic, lordly albatross
+which the unhappy sailor shot with his cross-bow, thereby bringing
+misfortune and death on the goodly ship and its crew.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "KITTY, YOU CAN'T HAVE MY APPLE."--ENGRAVED FROM A
+PICTURE BY F. DIELMAN, BY PERMISSION OF R. E. MOORE, AMERICAN ART
+GALLERY, NEW YORK.]
+
+
+
+
+A BEAR STORY.
+
+BY EMILY H. LELAND.
+
+
+A good many years ago, when the century was young, there came to live in
+the big forests of Northern Vermont a man and his wife and their little
+boy. Partly because they liked to be high up out of the fogs and damp,
+and partly because there was little else but hilly land in that part of
+the country, they built their cabin at the top of a nice baby mountain,
+which was covered at the back with an immense orchard of maples and
+butternuts, but which was quite bare and steep at the east side, and had
+rocks cropping out which the farmer thought would be fine for building a
+good stone house with some day.
+
+It was long, hard work starting a farm in a place where there was
+nothing but woods; but after a year or so had passed by, and enough
+trees had been cleared away to make room for a corn field and a potato
+patch, and a little chicken-house and cow-shed had been added to their
+log-cabin, the young farmer used to sit down before their rough stone
+fire-place, with its bright crackling fire, and trot his boy to sleep
+upon his knee, while he watched the pretty young mamma putting away the
+supper things, thinking all the time what a rich and happy man he was.
+And when at last a pig-pen was joined to the cow-shed, and two cunning
+little pink-nosed pigs had been bought of a neighbor five miles away,
+and placed in it, he felt richer and grander than many a man does
+nowadays who owns a railroad.
+
+And how they grew, those pink-nosed pigs! They had a southern exposure,
+good drainage, plenty of dry leaves and moss for bedding, and an
+abundance of milk, with an occasional handful of cracked corn or a pint
+of mashed potatoes. How could they help growing? The farmer took great
+delight in feeding them, and his wife would sometimes ask him, with a
+laugh, "Now, Stephen, which do you love the most--the pigs or our little
+'Lisha?"
+
+Elisha was the baby's name. They hadn't thought of such names as Carl
+and Claude and Clarence in those days.
+
+One fine moon-lit night, late in the fall, after the corn had been
+husked and carried into the loft, and some of the big yellow pumpkins
+had been cut into strips and hung on long poles near the kitchen ceiling
+to dry, and others had been stored away for the cow's luncheons and the
+Thanksgiving pies, and the potatoes were safe in the cellar, and the
+onions hung in long strings above the mantel-shelf, this young farmer
+covered up the glowing coals in the fire-place with ashes, so they
+would keep bright and hot for the morning fire, and went to bed feeling
+quite well prepared for winter, for he had that day "banked" the house
+clear up to its queer little windows, and made the cow-shed and pig-pen
+and hen-house very cozy with loads of hemlock and spruce boughs.
+
+He was just dozing off to sleep, when all at once there sounded through
+the still, frosty air a long and terrible squeal from the pig-pen.
+
+The farmer did not wait for it to end, but bounced out of bed, tore away
+the clumsy fastening of the door, and rushed out with a war-whoop that
+could have been heard a mile away if there had been anybody to hear it.
+As he rushed he caught up a corn stalk that happened to lie in his way.
+A corn stalk was a foolish thing for him to pick up, but people seldom
+stop to think twice in such moments. He was around by the pig-pen in no
+time, and there he saw a great burly _something_ just lifting one of his
+dear little pigs over the top of the pen. He rushed upon him, and struck
+him over the head with the corn stalk. There was a joint in the corn
+stalk nearly as hard as a crust of bread, and the _something_ seemed to
+almost feel it through his thick fur, for he turned about and looked at
+the farmer, as if saying,
+
+"What do you want of _me_?"
+
+And there he was--a great, black, full-grown bear!
+
+"Drop him! drop him!" yelled the farmer; and he brought the corn stalk
+down upon the bear's nose. The bear dropped the pig very quickly, but he
+grabbed the man in place of it, and then commenced a grand wrestling
+match. The farmer was a strong man, and he was "fighting for the right."
+The bear was strong too, and being a little tired of wild honey and
+beech-nuts, he had made up his mind to have a little spring pig for his
+family's supper. As they pushed and pulled this way and that, the bear
+tripped against a stump, and down they came, bear and man, to the
+ground; and being near the steep hill-side, in about ten seconds they
+began rolling down, over and over, and faster and faster, bumping over
+rocks and hummocks, but never letting go, and never stopping until the
+bottom of the hill was reached.
+
+And then--
+
+Up got Mr. Bear, and made off down the valley at a slow trot, never
+stopping to say "good-night" or anything. And up got the farmer, and
+scrambled up the hill as fast as his bruised legs could carry him, and
+feeling of his ribs as he went, expecting to find half a dozen of them
+at least punching out through his night-gown. But they were not.
+
+At the door he was met by his wife keeping guard with the birch broom
+over her sleeping boy.
+
+"Oh, Stephen! what _was_ it?" she said, in a shivering whisper.
+
+"Oh! nothing but a bear, nothing but a bear," said the farmer.
+
+But the little pigs slept in the hen-house for the rest of the night,
+and the next day they had a stout log roof built over their heads.
+
+
+
+
+PROFESSIONAL DIVERS.
+
+
+One of the diver's earliest experiences is a disagreeable "roaring"
+sensation in the ears for some time after his first descent; but this is
+little felt after he becomes accustomed to his work. It is caused by the
+air pressure, which increases with depth. From the same cause the diver
+often experiences a sensation amounting to earache, which any one may
+test for himself by descending in a diving-bell. With regard to the mode
+of working, it is noteworthy that, instead of moving gradually outward
+after reaching the bottom, the diver usually gropes at once to the full
+length of his tether in the required direction, and then works slowly
+back to the starting-point. He considers this the safer method, partly
+because it leaves him at the finish directly at the place whence he has
+to rise.
+
+The length of time during which a diver can remain under water depends
+very much upon his own strength and experience, the steady care with
+which the air-pump is managed, and other circumstances. M. Frendenberg
+states that in the repair of the well in the Scharley zinc mines, in
+Silesia, two divers descended to a depth of eighty-five feet, remaining
+down for periods varying from fifteen minutes to two hours. Siebe,
+another authority on the subject, relates that in removing the cargo of
+the ship _Cape Horn_, wrecked off the coast of South America, a diver
+named Hooper made seven descents to a depth of no less than two hundred
+and one feet, and at one time remained down forty-two minutes--supposed
+to be the greatest diving feat ever achieved.
+
+
+
+
+JOE.
+
+BY MRS. MARGARET E. SANGSTER.
+
+
+  Bright brown eyes and tangled hair,
+    Rosy cheek beneath the tan,
+  Fearless head on shoulders square--
+    That is Joe, the little man,
+    Helping mother all he can.
+
+  Father is away at sea
+    (Oh, the vessel tarries long!):
+  Lonely would the cottage be,
+    Many a weary day go wrong,
+    But for Joe, with shout and song.
+
+  Rough the weather, fierce the gales,
+    Wild the nights upon the shore:
+  Oft the dear wife's courage fails,
+    When she hears the breakers roar,
+    Lest her sailor come no more.
+
+  Joe, with lion heart and leal,
+    Tells her it is safe outside;
+  That the deep sea does not feel
+    All the troubles of the tide;
+    That the good ship safe will ride.
+
+  Mother heeds her comforter:
+    He is only eight years old,
+  But his earnest words to her
+    Are as rubies set in gold--
+    Precious with a worth untold.
+
+
+
+
+MR. THOMPSON AND THE BUMBLE-BEE.
+
+BY ALLAN FORMAN.
+
+
+"Buzz, buzz-z, buzz-z-z," scolded old Mr. Bumble-Bee, flying around Mr.
+Thompson's head. Mr. Thompson didn't understand him, however, and only
+brushed at him impatiently, and said, "Get out!" in a tone anything but
+sociable; but the old bee kept flying around just the same, and
+complained in his drowsy voice: "Buzz, buzz-z, buzz-z-z. I wish you
+would go away. I want to get into my house, and I don't want you to see
+me. My family are in there, and we are making bread to-day, and unless I
+get home with the flour, my wife will scold awfully. Buzz, buzz-z,
+buzz-z-z."
+
+But in the mean time Mr. Thompson had fallen asleep, and the old bee sat
+down on the fence rail and watched him. "Hum, hum, hum," he murmured. "I
+guess that he has gone to sleep. I don't see what men want to stay awake
+for, anyway; they are not half so much trouble when they are asleep. And
+only listen how nicely he can buzz through his nose!--he really seems to
+be quite like a sensible bee."
+
+Now Mr. Thompson says he did not go to sleep at all; he says that he
+only closed his eyes, and in a few minutes he could understand every
+word that the old bee said.
+
+"He's a pleasant-looking man," buzzed the bee. "I wonder if he likes
+honey?"
+
+Mr. Thompson answered through his nose that he was very fond of it.
+
+"Sensible, too," said the bee, who thought (all bumble-bees do) that
+anybody who agreed with him must be sensible. Then, turning to Mr.
+Thompson, the bee murmured, in a more pleasant hum, "If you like honey,
+try some of this." As he said it he alit on Mr. Thompson's lips, and
+pressed some of the honey he had with him into his mouth.
+
+Mr. Thompson began to grow smaller, and as he shrunk in size, his light
+alpaca duster became gauzy, and formed itself into wings. Just as he had
+begun to wonder how long it would take him to shrink into nothing, the
+bee said, "There, I guess that will do."
+
+Mr. Thompson stretched himself, and found to his surprise that he was in
+reality nothing more than a large black bumble-bee. He shook his wings,
+arose, and, flying around for a few moments, settled on the fence rail.
+He has since told me that if it is true, as Mr. Darwin says, that men
+were evolved from the lower orders of animals, they made the greatest
+mistake of their lives when they left off their wings.
+
+"Well," remarked the old bee, "you look quite presentable. Won't you
+drop in and take dinner with me? My wife would be delighted to see you."
+
+Mr. Thompson thought how much he resembled a certain highly respectable
+old gentleman who was wont to invite his friends to his humdrum dinners,
+and buzz them unmercifully in the same drowsy way. But as he did not
+like to offend his new friend, he answered, politely, that he would be
+most happy, and followed him under the rail into a round hole that was
+the door of the bumble-bee's house.
+
+They entered a long cylindrical corridor, or, as the old bee expressed
+it, "arched at the top, sides, and floor." It was lined with the fibres
+of the wood, and was as soft as velvet. After walking some distance
+along the hall, they reached a part where it widened into a sort of
+parlor. Here Mrs. Bumble-Bee was seated, resting from the labor of
+bread-making.
+
+"Well, you are home at last," she buzzed, angrily. "I'll be bound you
+forgot the flour."
+
+"Why, my dear, don't you see it? I have it here," answered Mr. Bee,
+soothingly, pointing to two little yellow bundles on his legs.
+
+After greeting her guest, Mrs. Bee excused herself on the score of
+domestic duties, and busied herself in carrying the flour, or pollen,
+into the corridor above. Soon she returned, and after they had made a
+meal of bee-bread and honey, Mr. Bumble-Bee proposed to show his guest
+through his mansion. They passed through several long corridors, so
+constructed that the rain could not beat into the living-rooms, as Mr.
+Bee explained. One end of one of the upper galleries was securely walled
+up, and in another compartment lay three or four worm-like insects
+almost covered with bee-bread.
+
+"What is this room used for?" inquired Mr. Thompson.
+
+"This is the nursery," answered Mr. Bee, proudly.
+
+"Ah, indeed! And what are those white, ugly-looking grubs?"
+
+Mr. Bee looked aghast for a moment, but his surprise quickly turned into
+indignation, as he buzzed, angrily: "Grubs! grubs! ugly-looking grubs!
+Those, sir, are my children, sir, and I flatter myself that a more
+charming family does not exist. Grubs, forsooth! Out of my house, base
+insulter!" And before Mr. Thompson could apologize, Mr. Bee had pushed
+him out, and stung him on the end of his nose.
+
+He fell, and as he dropped from the rail he began to grow larger, and
+when he reached the ground he had assumed his natural proportions. He
+found himself lying in the same place beside the fence that he had
+occupied when the bee first spoke to him.
+
+When he related the story to his friends, some one suggested that he had
+dreamed the whole adventure. He gently touched his inflamed and swelled
+nose, and answered, in a grieved tone, "I suppose I dreamed this too."
+
+This argument was unanswerable, and Mr. Thompson is now engaged in
+writing a lecture on the habits and customs of the bumble-bee. Among
+other things he says, "Bumble-bees only consider those people sensible
+who agree with them"; and again, "Bumble-bees invariably think their own
+children the most beautiful and interesting creatures in existence."
+
+Which facts, if they are true, show the great superiority of men over
+bumble-bees.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON.
+
+BY EDWARD CARY.
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+After the close of the French and Indian war, Washington, then in his
+twenty-seventh year, married Mrs. Martha Custis, and settled down to a
+Virginia planter's life at Mount Vernon. His neighbors elected him again
+and again to the House of Burgesses of the colony--a body much like one
+of our State Legislatures. Here he did not talk much, but he kept close
+watch of matters, and knew, as nearly as he could, all the facts that
+were needed to make up his mind, so that he had a good deal of weight
+with other members, and yet was very modest. When he first took his seat
+in the House, the Speaker was directed to thank him, in the name of the
+people, for his great services as an officer. This the Speaker did in
+glowing terms, quite unexpectedly to Washington. Washington rose to
+reply. His face flushed; he struggled to speak; but could only stammer,
+and stood speechless and trembling. "Sit down, Mr. Washington," said the
+Speaker, with a smile. "Your modesty equals your valor, and that
+surpasses the power of any language that I possess."
+
+After Washington had been some ten years at Mount Vernon, looking
+forward to the peaceful and easy life of a wealthy farmer, certain
+things happened which seemed then of small account, but which were to
+lead to a great change in his career. The government of Great Britain
+undertook to raise money in America for use on the other side of the
+ocean. This government was made up of the King and the Parliament, and
+the Parliament was for the most part chosen by the people of England.
+The people of America were not allowed to choose any of its members, and
+when the British government declared that the Americans must raise money
+for it, the Americans had no one to vote for them or speak for them on
+that question. They thought that this was not fair. They were willing to
+pay the expenses of their own governments, because they had some voice
+in them, but they would not help pay the expenses of the British
+government, in which they had no voice.
+
+The British government passed an act which said that every written
+promise to pay money must be upon stamped paper, which could only be got
+by buying it from British officers. If the promise was not on this kind
+of paper, the man who signed it need not pay. The British thought this
+would bring in a good deal of money. But the Americans would not use the
+stamped paper. They seized that which was sent over, and burned it.
+Other kinds of taxes were tried, but the Americans would pay none of
+them. Washington took the side of his countrymen with great zeal. He
+wrote to a friend: "I think the Parliament of Great Britain have no more
+right to put their hands into my pocket, without my consent, than I have
+to put my hands into yours." But the British government insisted, and
+sent over troops to Boston to try and force the people to submit.
+
+Washington was one of a number who proposed that a Congress, or great
+meeting, should be called to arrange for resisting the taxes, and he
+was chosen to go to the Congress, which was held at Philadelphia in
+September, 1774. Meanwhile more soldiers were sent over. An attempt was
+made on the 19th of April, 1775, to seize some powder which the
+Americans had at Concord, near Boston, and the result was the battle of
+Lexington, where a good many Americans were killed, but where the
+British soldiers were finally driven back. Large numbers of men took
+their guns and gathered at Boston to watch the British troops, and keep
+them in the city. They came from Massachusetts and the other colonies
+called New England--from Connecticut and Rhode Island, and from New
+Hampshire and Maine.
+
+The Congress came together again in May, 1775, and Washington was also
+there. The battle of Lexington had been heard of, and the people were
+everywhere angry and excited.
+
+[Illustration: WASHINGTON TAKES COMMAND OF THE ARMY.]
+
+The Congress resolved to resist all attempts by the British to force the
+country to submit. It called for troops and guns and powder from the
+various colonies. It adopted the soldiers around Boston as a part of the
+"Continental Army," or the army of the whole country; it chose
+Washington as commander-in-chief, to have the direction of all the
+soldiers. When this was made known to him, he thanked Congress for the
+honor, but he added, "I beg it may be remembered by every gentleman in
+this room that I this day declare with the utmost sincerity I do not
+think myself equal to the command I am honored with." He also refused to
+take any pay for his services. "I will keep an exact account of my
+expenses," he said. "These, I doubt not, Congress will discharge, and
+that is all I desire." Washington hastened to Boston, learning of the
+battle of Bunker Hill on the way. He found some seventeen thousand men
+around Boston, and took command of them on the 3d of July, under a great
+elm-tree, on the common in the village of Cambridge. He was then
+forty-three years old, and a very tall and fine-looking man. His
+features were large, his eyes were of a pure blue, usually grave, but
+full of kindness, and at times very merry. His manners were gentle, but
+full of dignity, and they often seemed very cold to those not well
+acquainted with him, though at heart he was not cold.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PUCK AND BLOSSOM.
+
+From the German of Marie von Olfers.
+
+
+PART II.
+
+"Ow!" sobbed Blossom, "that hurt."
+
+"Never mind," said Puck, comfortingly, "things never go right the first
+time; it'll be better by-and-by."
+
+Then they went and they went, till they came to a great big pond. "This
+is a horrid world," sighed Blossom. "Hope we've dot to the end of it
+now. Hope we'll soon det back to our dood old egg."
+
+"But let's go see how it is over there first," said Puck. "Ducky, ducky,
+come and carry us across."
+
+"Ow! but then my little white frock will det all dirty," said Blossom.
+
+"What does that matter?" answered Puck; "we shall see how it is over
+there." Over there was very much the same as it was over here. The duck
+ducked them finely.
+
+"So you'll know how it is down here too," he said.
+
+Dripping, they stood upon the shore.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Ow! ow!" sobbed Blossom, looking very miserable indeed; "if it doesn't
+det better soon, I don't want to see anything more at all, I don't."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Of course it'll get better," said Puck; "the sun'll dry us." The sun
+looked out condescendingly from the clouds for a moment, and then
+disappeared. "Come, Blossom," said Puck, "who cares for the old sun!
+Just as though there wasn't fire anywhere but up there! There's some
+down here too. I know where it lives--down there in that little house."
+
+Yes, down there in that little house.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"In the ashes, inside the stove," said the cat, who was looking after
+things while the cook was away.
+
+"It's asleep," said Puck. "Wait; I'll soon wake it up." So he blew and
+he blew, but it would not wake up at all. The sparks looked out at him
+with grim and wrathful eyes, while Puck blew more and more madly on.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+At last it did wake up. It sprang out of the stove, wild and raging; it
+grew bigger and bigger; the children fled, the fire behind them--Blossom
+ahead, terrified, shrieking, screaming.
+
+The fire had caught Puck, had wrapped him round in a great sheet of
+flame!
+
+But Blossom cried, and cried, and cried, so bitterly that the fire was
+all put out, and there was nothing left but a great black smoke.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Then Puck gathered together all there was left of him, and they went
+sorrowfully on their way to find their egg.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Ah me! it was broken in two, and gone. But the nest was still hanging on
+the tree. In great haste they climbed in, never venturing to leave it
+again, and if they are not dead, they are sitting there still.
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]
+
+
+  SOUTH WINDSOR, CONNECTICUT.
+
+     We live near the Connecticut River, and when I am out of school I
+     hunt ducks and musk-rats. I like to ride horseback when I can get
+     a horse, which is not often, but I can row on the river. I have
+     two kittens to play with. One of them climbs up on father's back
+     when he is eating, and when he takes a bite Kitty will try to get
+     half of it. We live near woods, and in the summer we ramble in
+     them, and in the autumn we gather nuts. The land here is mostly
+     cultivated for tobacco, and on the tobacco lots and on the
+     river-bank we find a number of Indian relics. One of the boys here
+     found a store of arrow-heads. There were about one hundred
+     together. I am eleven years old.
+
+  B. D. ARCHER.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  FORT CUSTER, MONTANA TERRITORY.
+
+     I am ten years old. My papa is captain in the army. I have never
+     been to school, and can not write quite as nice a letter as some
+     other little girls of my age. I have a big brother who is
+     thirteen, and a sister two years and four months. My brother's
+     name is Willie. Last year he went off to school. Nannie, my
+     sister, says very funny things. Sometimes she will come running
+     in, and say, "I am so hunky dory I don't know what to do; want
+     sonton to neat." Can any little girl tell what this means? I read
+     a letter from an army girl who is older than I. I looked in the
+     register to see if her papa's name was there, and I found it. My
+     papa is in the Eleventh Infantry, and maybe Grace Henton and I
+     will meet some day. I hope she will see my letter.
+
+  ETTA M. GILBREATH.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  MANCHESTER, NEW HAMPSHIRE.
+
+     I like YOUNG PEOPLE a great deal. Papa gets it, and puts a pin in
+     and cuts it, and we look at it till dinner is ready. When I go to
+     bed, mamma reads it to me, and lays it on the little table, so I
+     can look at the pictures before I get up in the morning. On George
+     Washington's Birthday night I went to the barn to get Sallie, my
+     cat. I found her in an old barrel, and was going to tip it over,
+     when I heard something squealing a little squeal. There were two
+     little kittens there. Mamma named them George and Martha
+     Washington. I shall be six in May. I told all this to mamma, and
+     my name is
+
+  JOHN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  HARTFORD, OHIO.
+
+     Yesterday was Easter, and I and my little brother had twelve dozen
+     eggs hid. For dinner we decorated some with decalcomanie pictures,
+     and they were very pretty. I have thirteen little chickens, and a
+     pet hen which I call Nellie Gray. My canary is named Hettie. Some
+     of the young correspondents write of spring flowers, but I have
+     not found any yet.
+
+  MAUDE K.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  BISMARCK, DAKOTA TERRITORY.
+
+     We have plenty of Indians here, although there are not so many as
+     there were five years ago. They come now mostly in scouting
+     parties. The party is often as large as Custer's cavalry that was
+     here in 1877. Are there many of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE who
+     are fond of house-plants? I would like to hear what kinds they
+     have, and how they take care of them.
+
+  M. R. L.
+
+We think, judging from their letters, that a large number of the readers
+of YOUNG PEOPLE are fond of those beautiful household ornaments. Mary
+L. S. wrote a short time since from Arkansas: "My house-plants are my
+'pets,' and I assure you I derive as much pleasure from them as if they
+were animated." No doubt many others have the same feeling.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Clara Jaquith, in answer to Madison Cooper's question in YOUNG PEOPLE
+No. 21, says: "Somar Griffin, of Ohio, is a very old man. I do not know
+his exact age, but he is about one hundred and fifteen years old. He
+lost an arm about forty years ago by the falling of a tree."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  BROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
+
+     The other day a gentleman took dinner with my father, and told us
+     the following story: "A few years ago I spent several weeks with a
+     friend who owned a sheep ranch near San Antonio, Texas. I had a
+     very pleasant time hunting and fishing. One day my friend saw a
+     large wild-cat trying to get into a sheep corral. He seized his
+     rifle, and fired at the beast, and it ran off, pursued by the
+     dogs. That night, when we were all asleep in the tent, I was
+     awakened by a warm breath on my face. On opening my eyes I saw in
+     the dim fire-light the form of a large animal. I was very much
+     frightened, but I had sufficient presence of mind to close my eyes
+     and keep still. Suddenly the animal left me; and turning my head
+     slightly, I saw that it had gone to the other side of the tent,
+     and was eating some of our stores. Very carefully I arose, and
+     crept outside the tent, where was a pile of wood. Seizing a heavy
+     stick, I returned softly, and creeping up behind the beast, dealt
+     it a tremendous blow on the head with my club, which stunned it,
+     and I soon beat it to death. My companions were awakened by the
+     noise; and when we replenished the fire and examined the beast, we
+     found it to be an immense wild-cat. It had a bullet-wound in its
+     shoulder, and was no doubt the same one my friend had shot at in
+     the morning."
+
+  J. BURNET R.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  MONTCLAIR, NEW JERSEY.
+
+     I am so interested in the pets which other children write about
+     that I thought I would tell about Peggy, my gray kitten. She plays
+     marbles with me; and when I spin my top, she makes believe it is a
+     mouse, and you ought to see her go for it. When the kitchen door
+     is shut, and she wants to come in, she springs up to the latch,
+     holds on with three paws, and presses the latch down with the
+     other paw, and so walks in. I could tell ever so many funny things
+     she does, but I am afraid my letter would be too long.
+
+  HARRY A. (10 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  FORT ASSINIBOINE, MONTANA TERRITORY.
+
+     The Indians I wrote you about have lived in their tepees all
+     winter during the very, very cold weather--too cold for me to go
+     coasting. It was often 49° below zero. These Indians have a large
+     number of ugly dogs, and sometimes they hitch them to their
+     travois. The names of the Indians here are Pegans, Gros Ventre,
+     Crow, Assiniboines, Bloods, and Crees. The Sioux and Nez Percés do
+     not come very near to us, as they are afraid our soldiers will
+     fight them. They sent a knife and a pipe to make peace with the
+     soldiers. All the Indians here are very poor, and are killing
+     their dogs and horses to eat, as the buffalo have all gone away.
+
+  BERTIE BROWN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  WEST BERN, NEW YORK.
+
+     I am eleven years old. I liked the music which was published in
+     YOUNG PEOPLE very much. My papa, who is teaching me music, taught
+     me to sing the sailor boy's song in No. 19. We had snow fall day
+     before yesterday to a depth of eight inches, and now (March 29)
+     the sleighs are passing on the road, although the spring birds are
+     hopping about on the trees in the orchard.
+
+  EUDORA S.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  PINEY POINT, MARYLAND.
+
+     I live in the country, and have two sisters and one brother. We
+     are all very much interested in the story, "Across the Ocean; or,
+     a Boy's First Voyage." The United States training-ship _Saratoga_
+     was lying in the Potomac River opposite our house last week. About
+     two hundred and fifty young men were on board, and they were
+     firing cannons almost all day. My cousin was on this ship a few
+     years ago, and he said the rules were very strict. The _Saratoga_
+     is a very large boat, and the sailors on board are both large and
+     small boys.
+
+  J. E. M.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  FRIOTOWN, TEXAS.
+
+     I am eight years old, and I live in Southwest Texas, which some
+     people think a very wild country. I came from Georgia. I have
+     never seen any Indians here, but I can look out the window and see
+     wild rabbits running, and I can hear mocking-birds sing. There is
+     a very odd bird here called chaparral. I went fishing last week on
+     the Frio River, and I saw some turtles sunning themselves, and
+     ever so many buffalo-fish swimming in the clear water. Mamma reads
+     YOUNG PEOPLE to me every evening.
+
+  ALFRED H. C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  PINE RIVER, WISCONSIN.
+
+     We are so glad when Saturday comes, for then papa brings YOUNG
+     PEOPLE. We each have a doll and a little wheelbarrow. We fill our
+     wheelbarrows with sand, and wheel them round. We bring in wood
+     sometimes. We want Santa Claus to come. We have some new hats, and
+     are not going to wear hoods any more. We want to wear pants and
+     not dresses, but mamma won't let us. Papa writes this, because we
+     can't write yet, but we have read our primer through.
+
+  CHARLIE (6 years) and FRANKIE (4 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  EAST WATERTOWN, NEW YORK.
+
+     I like the story "Across the Ocean" very much. I have two cats,
+     and a dog named Tip, and a canary named Ned. I am trying to study
+     architecture, and I have made a plan of a house and a church. I
+     like architecture very much, and mean to know all about it when I
+     am a man. I was ten years old the 2d of April. I came pretty near
+     being an April-Fool, didn't I? I have written this letter all by
+     myself, for grandma does not know I am writing.
+
+  FRANK T. W.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  INGLEWOOD, CHISWICK, LONDON.
+
+     It was my birthday yesterday, and my brother gave me YOUNG PEOPLE
+     for a present. My father and mother are in Italy, rejoicing in
+     sunshine and flowers. I have no pets to tell you about. We live in
+     a little village of red brick houses, and it is very pretty here.
+     I thank you for making the paper larger than it was at first. It
+     is lovely now.
+
+  MILDRED C. (12 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Mary B. L., a little six-year-old girl, of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
+sends the following in big capitals: "A fox went around where he knew
+there were some chickens. When he got there, he said,'Come down, and I
+will show you something more beautiful than you ever saw.' 'You talk
+very nice, but I can not trust you,' said a hen, 'so we can not come
+down.'"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Daisy W., of Rochester, New York, reports having made a cake by Puss
+Hunter's recipe, and it was very nice.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI.
+
+     We have two pet gold-fish which are turning black. Can any one
+     tell me what is the trouble with them?
+
+  VIRGIE C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  OGDENSBURG, NEW YORK.
+
+     I am ten years old, and study geography, and I would like to know
+     why Rhode Island is so called, when it is not an island. I live on
+     the St. Lawrence River. Last winter more than two thousand teams
+     crossed on the ice, and this season not even a man could cross on
+     foot.
+
+  ABNER C. P.
+
+The first settlement of Rhode Island was made on the island where
+Newport is now situated, and which contains about fifty square miles.
+The Indian name of the island was Aquetneck. There are various stories
+in regard to the origin of the present name, but the one generally
+accepted is that it was bestowed on account of a supposed resemblance to
+the Isle of Rhodes. The State was afterward named from the island.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+H. W. SINGER.--Your question is answered in Post-office Box, YOUNG
+PEOPLE No. 7.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SALLIE R. E.--Read the answer to F. S. in Post-office Box, YOUNG PEOPLE
+No. 22.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+J. H. KNOX.--March is considered the proper season.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+BESSIE C.--The best way to prevent your bird from eating its eggs is to
+put its food in the cage at night, so that when the breakfast hour
+arrives there will be something fresh and tempting to distract its
+attention. If it still persists in this troublesome habit, we fear there
+is no remedy for it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+C. S.--Your inquiry about coloring Easter-eggs came too late to be
+answered for this season, but you can practice now, so that by next
+Easter you will be able to color eggs "nicely." The best way is to
+purchase the coloring matter, as it comes in little packages already
+prepared, and with full directions for use. The way you propose would
+also be very pretty.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+WINNIE R.--Keyed musical instruments similar in form to the piano were
+in use several hundred years ago. The virginal, shaped like an
+old-fashioned square piano, was a favorite instrument at the time of
+Queen Elizabeth of England, and by some authorities is supposed to have
+been named in honor of the Virgin Queen, as she was called. The
+harpsichord, much in use during the last century, was shaped almost
+exactly like a modern grand piano. The honor of having invented the
+hammer which plays upon the strings of the piano now in use is claimed
+by several nations, but the credit is probably due to Italy, although
+the first pianos are said to have been made in Germany, probably in the
+city of Freyburg. The piano was first called the hammer-harpsichord,
+afterward by the Italian name forte-piano, as it could give both loud
+and soft tones, while the harpsichord produced only loud ones. The name
+was changed later to piano-forte. Pianos are first mentioned as being in
+use about the middle of the eighteenth century.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Idella G. S., Edward L. H., and some other young readers in the far
+South inquire what are the willow "pussies" which Northern children
+gathered with so much glee in the earliest days of spring. They are the
+blossoms of the common low willow which grows in great abundance at the
+North, and as they are the first signs that winter is passing away, are
+always heartily welcomed. The buds form in the autumn on the brown
+twigs, and with the first warm spring sun, long before anything green
+has started, they swell, and burst open the brown scaly covering,
+disclosing a soft, downy white ament, or blossom, resembling the toe of
+a white kitty. This resemblance is perhaps the reason why children call
+these early flowers "pussies."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A. ENGEL.--Directions for feeding mocking-birds are given in Post-office
+Box of YOUNG PEOPLE No. 13.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LOUIE T.--Your rabbit-hutch should be in a dry place, and should have
+two apartments. The sleeping-room should be boarded in, only you must
+have a door which you can open to clean it and supply it with fresh
+straw. The other apartment should have grated sides, and there is where
+the food should be placed. You must feed your rabbits regularly two or
+three times a day. They should have oats or bran for dry food, and
+carrot tops, cabbage leaves, and fresh clover frequently. If you have a
+yard, let them run in the grass an hour or more every day during warm
+weather.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+K. Post's request in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 22 for long English words, has
+been answered by Bertha F. H., H. P., Hattie N., Thomas J. F., Albert
+H. E., Kent K., Emily J. M., Fanny S., Bertie C., H. H. M., Edith C.,
+Willie H. H., Herbert N. T., G. A. Page, and others. To print all the
+words sent would occupy too much space. We give only a few of the
+longest. Supervacaneousness, unconstitutionality, interchangeableness,
+incomprehensibleness, anticonstitutionalist, disproportionableness.
+_Smile_s and _beleaguered_ have also been suggested, as one has a mile,
+the other a league, between the beginning and the end.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Favors are acknowledged from B. E. Mace, C. Hastings, Fred Burgess,
+William Winslow, A. H. Patterson, S. Brown, Jun., Lizzie C., Francis B.,
+Olive Russell, I. H. M., John Moody, "Mark Marcy," Eddie S. P., Henry
+S. P., Henry K., Willie Trott, Alvan G. W., Anna Wierum, Herbie E. L.,
+Lizzie M., Edwin Wilson, Addie Anderson, Lester O. B., Julius Weller,
+Royal, Effie Barker, Fanny Sumner, Altia Austin, Annie Carrier, D. J.
+Reinhart, Metz Hayes, Florence R. H., George Wing.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Correct answers to puzzles are received from Philip Cruger, T. H.,
+George Kyte, Maude K., Laura B. W., F. Ozias, "Sunbeam," Leon M. F.,
+Fanny S., Sallie Ely, George S. V., W. F. Bruns, E. B. Cooper, A. H.
+Ellard, "North Star," John Collins, Lillie MacCrea, Lily B., Annie C.,
+Charles Slattery, Hattie Norris, M. K. S., S. G. Rosenbaum, H. L. B.,
+H. K. Pryer, B. L. Townsend, Robert Davidson, M. O., Frank Paine,
+C. B. Howard, Allen Smith, George Schilling, Albert Hegeman.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.
+
+No. 1.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  I am composed of 8 letters.
+  My 4, 2, 6 is a boy's name.
+  My 1, 2, 7, 6 is a metal.
+  My 8, 3, 5, 1 is to stain.
+  My whole was an ancient king.
+
+  A. H. E. (13 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 2.
+
+ENIGMA.
+
+  My first is in hate, but not in love.
+  My second is in robin, but not in dove.
+  My third is in throw, but not in shove.
+  My fourth is in stare, but not in look.
+  My fifth is in line, but not in hook.
+  My sixth is in straight, but not in crook.
+  My seventh is in village, but not in town.
+  My whole is a fairy of much renown.
+
+  E. S. C. M.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 3.
+
+DIAMOND PUZZLE.
+
+In blast. A girl's name. A reptile. To pinch. In blast.
+
+  A. L. B.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 4.
+
+WORD SQUARE.
+
+First, a multitude. Second, a musical instrument. Third, to ascend.
+Fourth, a portion of time.
+
+  BIRDIE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 5.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  My whole is a South American river of 9 letters.
+  My 5, 3, 7 is a period of time.
+  My 6, 2, 8, 4 is a portion of the earth.
+  My 9, 1, 7, 8, 4 is to correct.
+
+  K. L.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 6.
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+A marsh. A tumult. Enormous. A State of the Union. To spread over. A
+rope used for a special purpose. Surrounded by water. To assent.
+Answer--Two trees.
+
+  RIP VAN WINKLE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 22.
+
+No. 1.
+
+Fifteen.
+
+No. 2.
+
+  D  roo  P
+  A   nn  A
+  I   n   N
+  S treet S
+  Y earl  Y
+
+Daisy, Pansy.
+
+No. 3.
+
+  S N O W
+  N A M E
+  O M E N
+  W E N T
+
+No. 4.
+
+Noli me tangere.
+
+No. 5.
+
+      A
+    A N T
+  A N G E R
+    T E A
+      R
+
+No. 6.
+
+Whittier.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Charade on page 296--Caterpillar.
+
+
+
+
+ADVERTISEMENTS.
+
+
+
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at
+the following rates--_payable in advance, postage free_:
+
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+
+Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY ORDER or DRAFT, to avoid
+risk of loss.
+
+ADVERTISING.
+
+The extent and character of the circulation of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE
+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.
+
+  Address
+  HARPER & BROTHERS,
+  Franklin Square, N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+CANDY
+
+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
+
+  C. F. GUNTHER,
+  Confectioner,
+  78 MADISON STREET, CHICAGO.
+
+
+
+
+FINE TROUT TACKLE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+We offer a fine 3 Joint Fly Rod, 15 yard Brass Reel, 100 ft. Linen Line,
+3 Flies, 3 Hooks to gut, & Leader, complete, by express for $5.00; by
+mail, postpaid, $5.50; sample Flies by mail, postpaid, 10c. each; per
+doz., $1.00; complete Catalogue Free.
+
+  =PECK & SNYDER=, Manufacturers,
+  124 and 126 Nassau St., N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+FISHING OUTFITS.
+
+CATALOGUE FREE.
+
+R. SIMPSON, 132 Nassau Street, N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+=100= _Scrap Pictures_, 10c.; 100 _Transfer Pictures_, 10c.; 12 _Floral
+Embossed Cards_, 10c.; 10 _Perforated Mottoes_, 10c.; 4 _Chromo
+Mottoes_, l0c.; 4 _Fine_ 6x8 _Chromos_, 10c.; 1 _Floral-Surprise_, 10c.;
+2 _Oil Pictures_, 9x12, 10c.; 2 _Reproductions_, 9x12, 10c.; 4 _Flower
+Panels_, 10c.; 2 _Stereo Views_, 10c.; 1 _Perfumed Sachet_, 10c.; 1
+_Lithograph_, 12x16, 10c.; 25 _Birthday Cards_, 10c. ALL for $1.00,
+postpaid. Stamps taken.
+
+J. W. FRIZZELL, Baltimore, Md.
+
+
+
+
+Old Books for Young Readers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Arabian Nights' Entertainments.
+
+     The Thousand and One Nights; or, The Arabian Nights'
+     Entertainments. Translated and Arranged for Family Reading, with
+     Explanatory Notes, by E. W. LANE. 600 Illustrations by Harvey. 2
+     vols., 12mo, Cloth, $3.50.
+
+Robinson Crusoe.
+
+     The Life and Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York,
+     Mariner. By DANIEL DEFOE. With a Biographical Account of Defoe.
+     Illustrated by Adams. Complete Edition. 12mo, Cloth, $1.50.
+
+The Swiss Family Robinson.
+
+     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.
+
+     The Swiss Family Robinson--Continued: being a Sequel to the
+     Foregoing. 2 vols., 18mo, Cloth, $1.50.
+
+Sandford and Merton.
+
+     The History of Sandford and Merton. By THOMAS DAY. 18mo, Half
+     Bound, 75 cents.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+CHILDREN'S
+
+PICTURE-BOOKS.
+
+     Square 4to, about 300 pages each, beautifully printed on Tinted
+     Paper, embellished with many Illustrations, bound in Cloth, $1.50
+     per volume.
+
+The Children's Picture-Book of Sagacity of Animals.
+
+     With Sixty Illustrations by HARRISON WEIR.
+
+The Children's Bible Picture-Book.
+
+     With Eighty Illustrations, from Designs by STEINLE, OVERBECK,
+     VEIT, SCHNORR, &c.
+
+The Children's Picture Fable-Book.
+
+     Containing One Hundred and Sixty Fables. With Sixty Illustrations
+     by HARRISON WEIR.
+
+The Children's Picture-Book of Birds.
+
+     With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY.
+
+The Children's Picture-Book of Quadrupeds and other Mammalia.
+
+     With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "SPRING, SPRING, BEAUTIFUL SPRING."]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=A Wonderful Clock.=--The most astonishing thing ever heard of in the
+way of a time-piece is a clock described by a Hindoo Rajah as belonging
+to a native Prince of Upper India, and jealously guarded as the rarest
+treasure of his luxurious palace. In front of the clock's disk was a
+gong, swung upon poles, and near it was a pile of artificial human
+limbs. The pile was made up of the full number of parts of twelve
+perfect bodies, but all lay heaped together in seeming confusion.
+Whenever the hands of the clock indicated the hour of one, out from the
+pile crawled just the number of parts needed to form the frame of one
+man, part joining itself to part with quick metallic click; and when
+completed, the figure sprang up, seized a mallet, and walking up to the
+gong, struck one blow that sent the sound pealing through every room and
+corridor of that stately palace. This, done, he returned to the pile,
+and fell to pieces again. When two o'clock came, two men arose and did
+likewise; and so through all the hours, the number of figures being the
+same as the number of the hour, till at noon and midnight the entire
+heap sprang up, and marching to the gong, struck one after another each
+his blow, and then fell to pieces.
+
+
+
+
+THE PENGUIN PUZZLE.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+With two straight cuts of the scissors change this fish into an absurd
+penguin catching a herring.
+
+
+
+
+CHARADE.
+
+
+  An Emperor kneels in sore dismay,
+    For his enemy cometh apace.
+  In this hour of need to whom shall he pray?
+    From which of his gods seek grace?
+  To his father's God, the One, the Alone,
+    He cried, and the answer burst
+  On his wondering eyes: a marvel shone,
+  Pledge of hope and help from the God unknown,
+    And that answering sign was my _first_.
+
+  Some voyagers weary of wooden walls
+    Are treading the land once more.
+  The father around him his children calls,
+    Their God, who had saved, to adore.
+  Seven angels all hasten God's answer to bring,
+    Of His promise the seal and the sign;
+  Arrayed is each one as the child of a King;
+  Together they rival the flowers of spring,
+    And together my _second_ they shine.
+
+  King Henry hath crossed over into France
+    With his lords and his nobles gay.
+  He would teach the Frenchman quite a new dance,
+    And bid him the piper to pay.
+  Such his design; but the end who can tell?
+    Who the fortunes of battle control?
+  One thing I aver, and none will demur:
+  If King Henry succeeds, 'twill be by the deeds
+    Of his soldiers, who carry my _whole_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=An Ancient Castle.=--The Czarowitz recently visited, with King Oscar
+II., the famous old castle of Gripshon, in Sweden. The old keeper showed
+the Czarowitz a heap of straw, and told him that his father, the present
+Czar, had used it as his bed in the year 1838. Alexander in that year
+accompanied his father, Czar Nicholas, to Sweden, and it was during
+their visit to the castle that that severe parent insisted upon making
+his son sleep on straw. It is popularly believed in Russia that the
+stern Nicholas never allowed his son and heir to sleep upon any more
+comfortable bed.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: ANTICIPATION. CONSTERNATION. CASTIGATION.
+
+LITTLE TOMMY'S FIRST (_AND LAST_) EXPERIMENT WITH HIS TOY SPIDER.]
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#SIM_VEDDERS_KITE"><b>SIM VEDDER'S KITE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#TWO_NARROW_ESCAPES"><b>TWO NARROW ESCAPES.</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_ROYAL_BLACKSMITH"><b>THE ROYAL BLACKSMITH.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_BLUE_GROTTO"><b>THE BLUE GROTTO.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_ALBATROSS"><b>THE ALBATROSS.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_BEAR_STORY"><b>A BEAR STORY.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#PROFESSIONAL_DIVERS"><b>PROFESSIONAL DIVERS.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#JOE"><b>JOE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#MR_THOMPSON_AND_THE_BUMBLE-BEE"><b>MR. THOMPSON AND THE BUMBLE-BEE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_STORY_OF_GEORGE_WASHINGTON"><b>THE STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#PUCK_AND_BLOSSOM"><b>PUCK AND BLOSSOM.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"><b>OUR POST-OFFICE BOX</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_PENGUIN_PUZZLE"><b>THE PENGUIN PUZZLE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#CHARADE"><b>CHARADE.</b></a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;">
+<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="386" alt="Banner: Harper&#39;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.&mdash;<span class="smcap">No</span>. 25.</td><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, New York</span>.</td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Tuesday, April 20, 1880.</td><td align='center'>Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper &amp; Brothers</span>.</td><td align='right'>$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 100%;' />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 588px;"><a name="SIM_VEDDERS_KITE" id="SIM_VEDDERS_KITE"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="588" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>SIM VEDDER'S KITE.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY W.&nbsp;O. STODDARD.</h3>
+
+<p>The kite fever visited Hagarstown every year, and caught all the boys
+over five before it subsided. It generally crept in slowly, a boy and a
+kite at a time; but this year it came as if a big wind brought it.</p>
+
+<p>Yesterday there had been three kites up at one time in the main street,
+and Squire Jones's pony had been scared into a canter. The Squire, and
+Mrs. Jones, and the three<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span> Misses Jones, and Aunt Hephzibah had all been
+in the carry-all at the time, and they had all screamed when the pony
+began to canter. So the Squire had told the boys he "could not have any
+more of that dangerous nonsense in the streets," and they had all come
+out to Dr. Gay's pasture, on the side-hill, to-day, and they had eight
+kites among them.</p>
+
+<p>"Sim Vedder's coming, boys," said Parley Hooker. "He's been making a
+kite."</p>
+
+<p>"He?" exclaimed Joe Myers. "He's a grown-up man. What does he know about
+kites?"</p>
+
+<p>"There he comes now, anyway."</p>
+
+<p>They all turned toward the bars and looked, for not one of them had sent
+up his kite yet.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, what a kite!"</p>
+
+<p>"It's as tall as he is."</p>
+
+<p>"No, it isn't. He's carrying it on his shoulder."</p>
+
+<p>"It's just an awful kite."</p>
+
+<p>Sim Vedder was the man who worked for Dr. Gay, and he was as thin as a
+fence rail. So was his face, and his hooked nose had a queer twist in it
+half way to the point.</p>
+
+<p>He was coming with what looked like an enormous kite trying all the
+while to get away from him.</p>
+
+<p>All the boys wanted to ask questions, but they didn't know exactly what
+to ask, so they kept still.</p>
+
+<p>"Kiting, are you? Well, just you let me look at your kites, and then you
+may look at mine. One at a time, now. Keep back. Make that kite
+yourself, Parley?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I made it."</p>
+
+<p>"Had plenty of wood around your house, I guess. Your sticks are bigger
+than mine, and your kite is only two feet high, and mine's five. Look at
+it."</p>
+
+<p>He turned the back of his kite toward them as he spoke, and they saw
+that the frame-work of it was made of a number of very slender slips of
+what looked like ash or hickory wood.</p>
+
+<p>"Mine's made of pine," said Parley. "And yours'll break, too."</p>
+
+<p>"No, it won't. Well, maybe yours'll fly. Set it agoing. There's plenty
+of wind."</p>
+
+<p>Parley obeyed, and, mainly because there was indeed a good deal of wind,
+his heavy-made kite began to go up.</p>
+
+<p>"Joe," said Sim Vedder, "hand me that kite of yours."</p>
+
+<p>"Mine's a di'mond. I don't know how to make any other."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you suppose it'll stand steady, with those fore-bands so close
+together? No, it won't. Up with it, and see how it'll wiggle. Bob Jones,
+is that yours?"</p>
+
+<p>The third kite was meekly handed to him, for the more the boys stared at
+Sim's big kite, the more they believed he knew what he was talking
+about.</p>
+
+<p>"It isn't a bad kite, but those fore-bands are crossed too low. It'll
+dive all over."</p>
+
+<p>"There's plenty of tail, Sim. It can't dive."</p>
+
+<p>"Tail!&mdash;and a bunch of May-weed at the end of it! How's a kite of that
+size to lift it all? I'll show you," replied Sim.</p>
+
+<p>He was unfastening the fore-bands as he spoke, and now he crossed them
+again over his little finger, and moved them along till the kite swung
+under them, almost level.</p>
+
+<p>"That'll do. Now I'll tie 'em hard, and you can cut off your May-weed.
+There'll be tail enough without it. When I was in China&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Was you ever in China?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I was. That was when I was a sailor. I saw kites enough there.
+They spend money on 'em, just as we do on horses; make 'em of all shapes
+and sizes. Don't need any tails."</p>
+
+<p>"Kites without tails?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, some of 'em have, and some of 'em haven't. It's a knack in the
+making of 'em. I've seen one like a dragon, and another like a big
+snake, and they floated perfectly. Only a thin silk string, either."</p>
+
+<p>"String's got to be strong enough to hold a kite," said Parley Hooker.
+"Look at yours."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, mine's strong; it's made of fine hemp. But it isn't any heavier
+than yours. What do you want of a rope, with a kite of that size?"</p>
+
+<p>"It isn't a rope."</p>
+
+<p>"It's too heavy, though. Besides, you've tied pieces together with big
+knots in them. You can't send up any travellers."</p>
+
+<p>"What's that?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'll show you. Some call 'em messengers."</p>
+
+<p>Just then Parley exclaimed, "Sim! Sim! mine's broke! it's coming down!"</p>
+
+<p>"Broke right in the middle, where you notched your big sticks together."</p>
+
+<p>"Just where it needs to be strongest," said Joe, knowingly.</p>
+
+<p>"No, it doesn't. Look at mine."</p>
+
+<p>It was the biggest kite they had ever seen, and it came down square at
+the bottom; but it was not a great deal wider than Parley's. The curious
+part of it was the cross-sticks and fore-bands. What did he need of so
+many?</p>
+
+<p>"So many?" said Sim. "Why, the bands take the strain of the wind. If you
+put it all on the sticks, they'd bend or break. Don't you see? There's a
+band tied every two inches, and they all come together out here in the
+centre knot. It just balances on that."</p>
+
+<p>"Your tail's a light one."</p>
+
+<p>"It's long enough, and it spreads enough to catch the wind. It isn't the
+mere weight you want in a tail, if your kite's balanced. The wind blows
+against the tail as hard as anywhere else."</p>
+
+<p>"Won't yours ever dive?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course it will, with a cross puff of wind; but it'll come right up
+again. That won't happen very often. I'll send her up. You wait and
+see."</p>
+
+<p>The other kites were all up now, except Parley's broken one, and most of
+them were cutting queer antics, because, as Sim explained, their
+fore-bands were tied wrong, and their tails "did not fit them."</p>
+
+<p>"The Chinese could teach us. But, the way we make kites, there's as much
+in the tail as in anything else."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, but our kites are covered with paper, and you've put some old silk
+on yours."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I have. It isn't much heavier. The Chinese use thin paper
+that's as good as silk. It won't wet through."</p>
+
+<p>"Wet? Oh, Sim, it looks as if a storm is coming now."</p>
+
+<p>So it did, and Sim's big kite was going up, up, up very fast, and he was
+letting the strong brown string run rapidly off from a sort of reel he
+held in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Pull in your kites, boys," shouted Parley. "Let's cut for home."</p>
+
+<p>"I want to see Sim fly his."</p>
+
+<p>"You all pull in yours, and we'll go into the cattle shed. It's only a
+shower. I can fly mine from the door."</p>
+
+<p>The shed was close at hand, and the door was a wide one. In three
+minutes more, just as the first drops came down, there was quite a crowd
+of boys behind Sim, as he stood a little inside, and watched his kite.
+His reel was almost empty now, and the big kite looked a good deal
+smaller than when it started.</p>
+
+<p>"How steady it is!"</p>
+
+<p>"It pulls hard, though."</p>
+
+<p>"There comes the rain."</p>
+
+<p>"Thunder and lightning too."</p>
+
+<p>Sim had fastened his wooden reel against the door-post, on a hook that
+was there, but he kept his hand on the string.</p>
+
+<p>"I declare, boys! Feel of that! The string's wet, and it's making a
+lightning-rod of itself."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Parley and Joe and Bob, and two or three others, felt of it at once.</p>
+
+<p>"Lightning? Why, Sim," said Bob, "I know better than that. I've had an
+electric shock before."</p>
+
+<p>"That's all it is," said Parley.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," replied Sim, "didn't you ever hear of Dr. Franklin? We're doing
+just what he did. He discovered electricity with a kite. A wet kite
+string was the first lightning-rod there ever was in the world."</p>
+
+<p>"Lightning?" exclaimed Bob. "Don't you bring any in here. I won't touch
+it again."</p>
+
+<p>"Did lightning ever strike anybody when he was flying a kite?" asked
+Joe.</p>
+
+<p>"Not that I ever heard of," said Sim. "But it's beginning to pour hard.
+I'll reel in my kite till the storm's over."</p>
+
+<p>He unhooked his reel as he spoke, but it was well he took a good strong
+hold of it. The wind must have been blowing a gale up where the kite
+was, and the string was a very strong one for its size.</p>
+
+<p>"I declare! Why&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>But the next the boys knew, Sim Vedder was out in the rain, with that
+kite tugging at him. He would not let go, and he could not stop himself,
+and the sloping pasture before him was all down hill. On he went, faster
+and faster, till his foot slipped, and down he went full length. He held
+on, though, like a good fellow, and there he lay in the wet grass, with
+the rain pouring upon him, tugging his best at his big kite.</p>
+
+<p>The wind lulled a little, and Sim began to work his reel. Slowly at
+first, then faster; and about the time the rain stopped, the wind almost
+died out, and the wonderful kite came in.</p>
+
+<p>"There isn't a stick of it broken," said Sim, triumphantly, "nor a
+fore-band. That's because they were made right, and put on so they all
+help each other."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, but ain't you wet!" exclaimed three or four boys at once.</p>
+
+<p>Well, yes; he was, indeed, very wet.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="TWO_NARROW_ESCAPES" id="TWO_NARROW_ESCAPES"></a>TWO NARROW ESCAPES.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY UNCLE NED.</h3>
+
+<p>One evening last winter the children called upon their uncle Ned, who is
+a sailor, and just home from India, for a story. He willingly granted
+their request, and at once proceeded to tell them of a narrow escape he
+once made, as follows:</p>
+
+<p>"At the time of the occurrence I was staying at a small village called
+Yealah, in India, with a young friend in the civil service, who had a
+bungalow there. We used to amuse ourselves picking up shells on the
+beach in the cool of the evening, and later, sitting out enjoying the
+breeze and smoking our cheroots. One evening, however, our conversation
+was interrupted by a herd of buffaloes rushing past us at full speed,
+which we imputed to their being chased by a tiger. On the following
+morning our surmise proved correct, and we learned that a tiger had
+carried off a buffalo within two or three hundred yards of where we had
+been sitting on the previous evening. My friend, who was a keen
+sportsman, resolved to track the tiger; and I accompanied him, with a
+number of natives, who took care to keep at a safe distance in the rear.
+Following the broad track through the jungle, we soon arrived at the
+spot to which the tiger had dragged his prey, and here we found the
+mangled remains of the buffalo, but the tiger had betaken himself
+elsewhere to enjoy his siesta after gorging himself. We proceeded on
+cautiously; but as the jungle got very thick and tangled, my friend
+decided it would be imprudent to proceed any further, and we halted. We
+brought the butts of our rifles to the ground, and being of a botanical
+turn, I stooped to pick up a flower. At that moment a tremendous roar
+echoed through the forest, and seemed to stun me. I staggered a little,
+as if from a blow; but recovering myself, grasped my rifle, for I
+immediately guessed it was the tiger. My friend, with an exclamation,
+'What an escape!' dashed away to the right, and I was about to follow, I
+knew not exactly whither, when he made his appearance, to my intense
+satisfaction.</p>
+
+<p>"His first exclamation was, 'The brute has got away. Just like my luck.'
+And then he added, 'What a lucky escape you had!'</p>
+
+<p>"'What do you mean?' said I.</p>
+
+<p>"'Why, don't you know that, as you stooped down to pick the flower, that
+tiger sprang at you, and missed you by a few inches?'</p>
+
+<p>"I confess a cold sweat broke out over me, and I inwardly thanked the
+Almighty for my providential escape.</p>
+
+<p>"As my story is rather a short one, I will tell you another of a lucky
+escape I witnessed; though first I should mention that soon after this
+affair my friend paid with his life for the temerity with which he
+tracked tigers in the jungle.</p>
+
+<p>"The brig to which I belonged was proceeding from Rangoon, and one
+evening, after having come to an anchor abreast of a small inlet just
+above Elephant Creek, at the mouth of the Irrawaddy, I accompanied the
+skipper and a friend in the boat up the inlet to a small village to
+procure a supply of fruit. On our return my companions expressed their
+determination to bathe; but as I did not feel inclined to do so, I
+seated myself in the stern, and taking out of my pocket one of Scott's
+novels, amused myself with reading until they should have completed
+their bath.</p>
+
+<p>"About five minutes had elapsed, and the skipper was alone in the water,
+when my attention was aroused by shouts and screams from the villagers,
+who were hurrying down to the water's edge. Turning round, I saw my
+captain, for whom I had no great affection, exerting every muscle to
+gain the bank, from which he was still at a considerable distance. Not
+seeing anything to account for the hubbub, my first impression was that
+a child had fallen into the water, and that he was swimming to the spot
+of the accident to save it. In an instant I directed the Lascars to
+'give way' with the oars, and seizing the helm, steered as nearly as I
+could guess in the direction to which the gestures of the Burmese
+appeared to point. Before I reached the point the skipper disappeared
+beneath the water; but, full of the preconceived impression, I imagined
+that he was diving in search of the child. A few strokes and we were at
+the spot, but it was not until the Lascar crew lashed their oars
+violently into the water that the truth flashed upon me. It must be an
+alligator that was pursuing him; and soon all doubt was removed, when
+the master, a few moments later, rose at a short distance from us in a
+spot where he could feel the bottom, and ran quickly ashore, his
+shoulder bleeding profusely. The whole transaction occupied a very short
+time, and the wounded master was conveyed on board the brig with all
+dispatch.</p>
+
+<p>"On inquiry I learned that the alligator had been first seen by the
+Burmese, who gave instant notice of his approach, as before described,
+and the warning was as quickly comprehended by the captain. All his
+exertions to escape were, however, unavailing, and he felt himself
+seized a little below the shoulder. By a convulsive effort he succeeded
+in shaking off his cruel antagonist, and again struck out. The animal,
+however, again advanced, and seizing him nearly by the same place,
+dragged him under the surface for an instant or two, when the splashing
+of the oars compelled him to relax his hold. On examination it proved
+that the arm, although severely lacerated, was not so much injured as to
+incur the necessity of amputation; and being placed under medical care
+at Rangoon, the skipper was soon enabled to resume his duties."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span></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.&nbsp;O. DAVIDSON.</h3>
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter VII</span>.</h3>
+
+<h3>TOWED BY A WHALE.</h3>
+
+<p>"Have you ever seen a whaler, lad?" asked old Herrick, as Frank came on
+deck the next morning. "Well, here's one for you <i>now</i>, anyway!"</p>
+
+<p>There, sure enough, on the very edge of the great weed prairie which was
+now almost left behind, lay a large vessel, with her sails hanging
+loosely against the masts. Alongside of her floated a huge black and
+white mass, which a second glance showed to be the carcass of a whale,
+while the thick black smoke that rose from between her masts told that
+the work of "trying out" the oil was going briskly forward. This was
+just the sight for Austin, who, in the long winter evenings at home, had
+devoured every account and engraving of the whale-fishery that he could
+lay his hands on. He was still gazing, when Herrick touched his arm.</p>
+
+<p>"See them two boats yonder, my boy? They've struck another whale, or my
+name ain't Herrick."</p>
+
+<p>The whaler's boats were about three miles off, pulling as if for life
+and death. The other end of the line attached to each was under water,
+but the disturbance of the surface showed that some large object was in
+violent motion below. Suddenly both crews "backed water," while a man
+leaped into the bow of each boat, axe in hand, ready to cut the rope
+should the whale attempt to drag them under.</p>
+
+<p>The next moment the huge black body broke through the seething foam with
+a lash of its tail, which, as Herrick said, "sounded like a church tower
+a-fallin' flat on an acre o' planks." In flew the boats, one on each
+side, up sprang the harpooners, whiz went the well-aimed weapons, and
+the wounded whale, giving a leap that set the whole sea boiling, turned
+and came right down upon the <i>Arizona</i>, as if taking <i>it</i> for the
+assailant.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="600" height="256" alt="TOWED WITH THE SPEED OF A LOCOMOTIVE." title="" />
+<span class="caption">TOWED WITH THE SPEED OF A LOCOMOTIVE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Frank turned pale in spite of himself, for the charge of this moving
+mountain seemed able to crush the strongest ship like an egg-shell. But
+just as it was about to strike the bow, the monster turned again, and
+made for the distant whaler, towing the two boats after it with the
+speed of a locomotive.</p>
+
+<p>"Bully for you, mates!" shouted a harpooner, as they flew past. "Ye've
+turned the critter for us, and now she'll tow us aboard without our
+pulling a stroke!"</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 266px;">
+<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="266" height="400" alt="THE ECLIPSE." title="" />
+<span class="caption">THE ECLIPSE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>On the sixteenth night of the voyage, Frank was sitting on the
+fore-hatch, admiring the brightness of the moon. Eight bells (8 <span class="smcap">p.m.</span>)
+had just been struck, when the ship's officers were seen crowding
+together on the after-deck with an appearance of considerable
+excitement. Before any one could guess what was the matter, one of the
+men uttered a cry of astonishment, and pointed upward.</p>
+
+<p>The moonlight had become suddenly obscured, not by mist or clouds, but
+by a huge circular shadow, which moved steadily across the bright disk,
+blotting it out inch by inch.</p>
+
+<p>"It's a 'clipse, that's what it is," said one; "and I heerd Mr. Hawkins
+say this minute as some feller ashore, months and months ago, said it ud
+come this very day and hour. Queer, ain't it, for any land-lubber to be
+so 'cute?"</p>
+
+<p>The darkness steadily increased, till the men could barely see each
+other's faces; and with the unnatural gloom, a solemn silence fell upon
+one and all. Not a word was spoken, not a sound heard, save the rush of
+the steamer through the great waste of black waters. But the return of
+the light at length unchained all tongues, and many a quaint comment was
+made upon what they had just seen.</p>
+
+<p>"Guess the moon's got one side bright and t'other dark, and when she
+slews round, she brings the dark part broadside on."</p>
+
+<p>"Not much, I reckon; it's them wet clouds goin' back'ard and for'ard
+over her that spile her polish, same way as the spray rusts our
+b'ilers."</p>
+
+<p>"Shouldn't wonder; for a book-l'arned feller told me once that the sun
+hisself's all black inside, and them spots ye see on him's jist the
+black a-showin' through the gildin', like a darky's skin through the
+holes in his shirt."</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p>The signs of their approach to land now became unmistakable. The sea
+took a greenish tinge; numerous vessels were seen heading the same way
+as themselves; and various birds, of a kind never met far from shore,
+came fluttering around them. Frank, too much excited to go below,
+perched himself in the rigging, and strained his eyes to catch the
+earliest glimpse of Europe. But Africa came first, in the shape of the
+Tangier Light; nor was it till 4 <span class="smcap">a.m.</span> that the haze lifted, and a huge
+dark mass was seen looming on the port bow, the sight of which made the
+boy's heart leap, for it was the Rock of Gibraltar.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="600" height="193" alt="THE ROCK OF GIBRALTAR." title="" />
+<span class="caption">THE ROCK OF GIBRALTAR.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>As the dawn brightened, all the grand features of the scene came forth
+in their full splendor. The long purple range of the African mountains,
+ending in the bold headland of Ceuta, far away to the southeast; the
+wide blue sweep of the bay, with the dainty little white town of
+Algeciras planted on it, like an ivory carving; the flat sandy neck of
+"neutral ground" between the Rock and the mainland, with all its
+countless memories of war, from the old-world battles of Spaniard and
+Saracen to the day when the combined fleets of France and Spain swept it
+with the fire of 1800 cannon; the bristling masts of the harbor; the
+long gray curve of Europa Point; the mighty fortress itself, with the
+narrow eyes of levelled cannon peering watchfully through the terraced
+rocks that loomed against the bright morning sky like a thunder-cloud;
+the blue Spanish hills, wave beyond wave, melting at last into the warm,
+dreamy horizon; and right in front the white houses of Gibraltar,
+huddled together along the base of the cliff, as if (to quote old
+Herrick) "they'd been playin' snow-sled, and all slid down in a
+heap"&mdash;all were there.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 232px;">
+<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="232" height="400" alt="A GIBRALTAR FRUIT BOAT." title="" />
+<span class="caption">A GIBRALTAR FRUIT BOAT.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>To get into Gibraltar Harbor is no easy matter; but the <i>Arizona</i>,
+following in the wake of an English mail-steamer, reached her berth at
+last, and had barely cast anchor when she was surrounded by a perfect
+fleet of "shore-boats" freighted with oranges, figs, bananas,
+cocoa-nuts, monkeys,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> parrots, and everything else that any sailor
+could be expected to buy.</p>
+
+<p>The screams of the parrots, the chattering of the monkeys, the bumping
+of the boats against each other, the clatter of the oars, the angry
+outcries of the boatmen, in Spanish and broken English, whenever a
+monkey or a parrot fell overboard, or a fruit basket got upset, made a
+deafening uproar. An English man-of-war, anchored close by, was
+similarly beset; and a mischievous sailor had just lassoed a monkey out
+of the nearest boat, against which outrage both Jocko and his master
+were protesting with all the power of their lungs. Frank lost no time in
+buying a stock of oranges, and tossed a quarter to the tall, black-eyed
+boatman, whose embroidered jacket, brown handsome face, and round flat
+hat with a jaunty cockade on one side of it, made a very striking
+picture. The Spaniard rang it on a knife-blade, tested it with a hard
+bite from his strong white teeth, and then tied it up in the
+handkerchief around his head, with a bow and a "Gracias, senor" (thanks,
+sir), worthy of any grandee in Spain.</p>
+
+<p>"What a fine fellow!" cried Frank, enthusiastically.</p>
+
+<p>"Ay, ain't he?" growled an old tar who overheard him. "If I'd a loose
+tooth in my head, I'd yank it out 'fore comin' here, for fear some o'
+them 'fine fellers' ud steal it!"</p>
+
+<p>"You don't say!"</p>
+
+<p>"Fact; and that's why we never let none on 'em aboard. I guess the old
+sayin's true enough, 'The Spanish wines<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span> steals all heads, the Spanish
+women steals all hearts, and the Spanish men steals everything.'"</p>
+
+<p>The captain, purser, and doctor had gone ashore with the ship's papers;
+but to the no small dismay of the crew (who had expected a long stay in
+port) a signal was suddenly reported to "up anchor" at once. So the
+chain-cable was passed around the capstan, the bars manned (for the
+convenient fashion of getting up the anchor by steam was not yet adopted
+by the <i>Arizona</i>), and to work they went.</p>
+
+<p>The slack of the chain came in easily enough; but to "break" the anchor
+out of the mud was a harder matter. Up came more men&mdash;up came even the
+"trimmers and heavers" from the engine-room; the bars bent with the
+pressure of six sturdy fellows apiece, but the anchor never budged. The
+perspiration rolled down the bronzed faces of the sailors, and their
+brawny chests heaved like bellows with the strain; but all to no
+purpose.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly a "flaw" of wind made the vessel heel, bringing more pressure
+on the chain. The crew made a desperate effort, and seemed about to
+conquer, when snap went a bar. The capstan spun back, the men were
+dashed along the deck like nine-pins, and one poor fellow, jammed
+between the chain and the hawse-pipe, had his hand cut in two as if by
+an axe.</p>
+
+<p>"Hello, Yankee Doodle!" shouted a voice from the British ship, "can't
+git up yer mud-hook, eh? Shall we send a boy down to lift it for yer?"</p>
+
+<p>Frank's eyes flashed fire at the taunt, and the roar of laughter that
+followed. Forgetting everything in the passion of the moment, he sprang
+upon the capstan, and shouted:</p>
+
+<p>"Mates, are we going to let that Britisher laugh at us? Not much!
+Come&mdash;all together; now!"</p>
+
+<p>The excited men answered with a deafening cheer, and bent to their work
+like giants. One tremendous heave, and up came the anchor at last. Round
+and round they spun, leaping over the cable, which was now coming
+rapidly in; and while Frank cheered and waved his cap like a madman,
+they ran the anchor up "chock-a-block," just as Captain Gray and his
+officers came up the side.</p>
+
+<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_ROYAL_BLACKSMITH" id="THE_ROYAL_BLACKSMITH"></a>THE ROYAL BLACKSMITH.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY FLETCHER READE.</h3>
+
+<p>There was born one day in the grandest palace that ever the sun shone
+upon a child whose life was for many years a sad and weary one. He was a
+cripple from his birth; and the Queen his mother, whose heart was so
+full of pride that there was no room left in it for love, hated the
+innocent babe, and refused to take him in her arms.</p>
+
+<p>He, poor fellow, would no doubt have been as handsome as any of us if he
+had been consulted about the matter; but as no one asked him whether he
+would prefer being ugly or beautiful, he could hardly have been to blame
+for coming into the world with one leg longer than the other.</p>
+
+<p>The Queen, however, did not stop to think of this. The longer she looked
+at him, the more angry she became, until at last, when no one was
+looking, she snatched him from his cradle, and threw him out of the
+window.</p>
+
+<p>Down through the blue air fell the baby boy; still down and down, till
+he reached the sea. Stretching out their arms as if to welcome such a
+royal playfellow, the waves clapped their white hands, until the little
+Prince crowed and cooed for joy.</p>
+
+<p>Far away beneath the waves lived two nymphs named Eurynome and Thetis,
+who, when they heard what had happened, decided to adopt the child.
+Hastening to his assistance, Thetis took him in her arms, and the two
+hurried along under the sea until they reached the home which they had
+made for themselves in one of the loveliest of the ocean caverns.</p>
+
+<p>Here the boy lived for many years, but he could not forget his old home
+among the mountains of Olympus.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall never be happy," he said to himself, "until I regain my
+rightful place among the sons of Zeus."</p>
+
+<p>He had already displayed great skill in carving, and the little grotto
+of Thetis was like a piece of wonderland, fitted and furnished with all
+manner of curious ornaments made by the lame boy, Heph&aelig;stus.</p>
+
+<p>As he grew older he resolved to turn his talents to account, so he made
+friends with the Old Man of the Sea, an elderly gentleman of uncertain
+temper, who spent his time in sailing over the ocean in an enormous
+shell drawn by sea-horses.</p>
+
+<p>To him Heph&aelig;stus brought a trident, hoping that the gift would induce
+him to offer the young exile his assistance in making peace with the
+Queen.</p>
+
+<p>Now this trident was a magical three-pronged spear, with which the owner
+could still the waves in their wildest fury. It was therefore almost
+invaluable to the old sailor; but although he accepted the gift, and
+praised the workmanship, he forgot to thank the workman, and sailed
+grandly away.</p>
+
+<p>It was not long after this that the lame Prince, walking one day through
+the woods, fell in with a band of wandering musicians.</p>
+
+<p>Some were dancing; others were singing; and as he examined them more
+closely, he saw that they had legs and hoofs and even long ears like
+goats.</p>
+
+<p>While he stood looking with wondering eyes at these fantastic beings,
+the leader of the band suddenly approached him, and said,</p>
+
+<p>"What aileth thee, my brother? Tell me thy trouble, that I may make thee
+glad again, for I can not abide a sorrowful countenance."</p>
+
+<p>"I am called Heph&aelig;stus," replied the Prince; "but I know not who you may
+be, to call me brother."</p>
+
+<p>"You will be wiser when you are older," laughed his new friend. "It is
+enough for you to know now that I am a son of Zeus. But I like not the
+solemn grandeur of the court, so I live in the woods, keeping holiday
+all the year. These fauns and satyrs are my friends; and if you will
+join our company, I can promise you a merry life and a long one."</p>
+
+<p>But Heph&aelig;stus shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>"I can never be happy," he said, "until I have won the love of the
+Queen-mother. To do that I must show her that I have gifts quite as
+valuable as beauty; but I have no one to plead my cause, and I, alas! do
+not know the way to Olympus."</p>
+
+<p>"If that is all your trouble," answered the merry man of the woods, "set
+your heart at rest, for I myself will present you at court."</p>
+
+<p>With these words, the good-natured Bacchus threw the skin of a wild
+beast over his shoulders, and the two travellers became the best of
+friends as they journeyed together along the road which lies between the
+wooded heights where the satyrs dance, to the hill where the Olympian
+palace hides half its rosy towers among the clouds.</p>
+
+<p>The Queen at first would not recognize her son; the unhappy Prince hung
+his head, and the assembled courtiers laughed long and loud at the
+awkward silence of the youth.</p>
+
+<p>Bacchus, however, was not to be frightened by laughter, however
+inextinguishable, and he pleaded his brother's cause so well that the
+Queen finally consented to overlook his ugliness, and ordered that a
+palace be built for him.</p>
+
+<p>"All I ask," said the Prince, "is a workshop, a pair of bellows, and a
+forge."</p>
+
+<p>"Then you are not my son, after all," exclaimed the Queen. "You are
+nothing but a poor blacksmith."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"'Tis true I am a blacksmith," he answered, "but I will show you that I
+am no common workman."</p>
+
+<p>Concealing her astonishment, the Queen ordered his request to be
+granted, and Heph&aelig;stus, glad but silent, limped away.</p>
+
+<p>Day after day found him at his work; and at length one morning, when the
+King and Queen were sitting in their banqueting hall, the doors were
+thrown open, and there appeared at each entrance a golden table laden
+with nectar and ambrosia.</p>
+
+<p>One by one the tables walked across the hall as if they had been alive,
+and close behind followed Heph&aelig;stus, supported on either side by lovely
+maidens, fashioned, like the tables, out of gold.</p>
+
+<p>To the King he presented a golden sceptre and thunderbolts, which no one
+but Zeus himself could hold.</p>
+
+<p>"Thou art indeed our son," cried the King. "Choose what thou wilt, and
+it shall be given thee."</p>
+
+<p>Looking around the court, the eyes of Heph&aelig;stus rested at last on
+Venus&mdash;a Princess so beautiful that she was supposed to have been made
+of sea-foam.</p>
+
+<p>"Grant me, O Zeus, that I may have this lady for my wife," said
+Heph&aelig;stus.</p>
+
+<p>The request was granted almost before it was asked, and the wedding
+which followed was one of the most brilliant that had ever taken place
+in the country of Olympus.</p>
+
+<p>Venus, however, was as false as she was beautiful, and Heph&aelig;stus was
+often unhappy; but he consoled himself as best he could by keeping
+perpetually at work, sometimes making a brazen shield for one friend, or
+forging a suit of armor for another.</p>
+
+<p>So it came to pass that the lame boy Heph&aelig;stus, exiled from his father's
+court on account of his ugliness, became the world-renowned royal
+blacksmith, honored by all for his patient endurance of wrong, for his
+matchless skill, and for his loving service.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_BLUE_GROTTO" id="THE_BLUE_GROTTO"></a>THE BLUE GROTTO.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY JAMES B. MARSHALL.</h3>
+
+<p>"Did you ever see any blue-colored people?" asked Miss Bertha, aged ten,
+shortly after my introduction to that young lady at Naples. I was forced
+to confess that, though my acquaintances had shaded from white to black,
+and brown to red, I had never been fortunate enough to boast of a blue
+one.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I saw 'most a hundred the other day!" said she, triumphantly. "Then
+did you ever see a silver-colored man?"</p>
+
+<p>"A silver-colored man? Miss Bertha dear, I have an idea that you have
+been to fairy-land."</p>
+
+<p>"He was a real silver-colored man," said she, very earnestly.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose he was the King of the fairy-land you went to."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no, he wasn't; he was a big boatman. But it was just like
+fairy-land; it was splendid!&mdash;really, just splendid!"</p>
+
+<p>It proved that the dear little enthusiast had been, a few days previous,
+on a visit to the Island of Capri to see the famous Blue Grotto; since
+which she had been startling people with her descriptions of blue folks
+and a silver man.</p>
+
+<p>Seeing that I couldn't have a better guide than Miss Bertha, the next
+morning we and a jovial party went on board of the tiny steamer that
+plies between Naples and the eighteen miles distant Island of Capri,
+hollowed under the cliffs of which the Blue Grotto is situated. The Bay
+of Naples, you know, is called the most beautiful in the world, and a
+sail across it is a lovely thing in itself. There are such glorious blue
+skies overhead, and such clear blue waters underneath, that the steamer
+appears to bear one through the air between two skies. Then, close to
+Naples, is seen that wonderful volcano, Vesuvius, with always a cloud of
+smoke curling lazily out of its crater. And, besides, the white houses
+of Naples are so built on a hill-side, the streets climbing to the top,
+that a few miles away that too is a handsome sight. Miss Bertha told me
+that they were the marble steps to the giant's palace, whose bird was
+carrying us to the enchanted island to show us the giant's jewel-room.
+Capri then looked like a distant light-house, merely a brown rock rising
+out of the sea.</p>
+
+<p>As we went bobbing over the waves it grew higher and higher, which Miss
+Bertha explained was the correct thing for it to do, until, when the
+steamer anchored a little distance from its cliffs, it rose straight up
+from the water to a dizzy height. A flock of little skiffs crowded
+around the steamer for the passengers, and Miss Bertha, taking charge of
+me, led me into one.</p>
+
+<p>"But the Grotto, where is it?" I asked, staring at the huge cliffs,
+straight at which our red-sashed boatman was rowing us as if to
+destruction.</p>
+
+<p>Skiff after skiff ahead of us was seen to be swallowed up in the cliffs
+in the most amazing way, and not an opening in the rocky wall to be
+seen. "You mustn't be afraid," said my sweet little guide, assuringly:
+"it won't hurt;" and she gave me her hand, that&mdash;perhaps I shouldn't
+tell&mdash;trembled a little, and directly its mate stole into my grasp.</p>
+
+<p>"Lie low down," said our boatman, when the skiff was within a few feet
+of apparently smashing against the cliff.</p>
+
+<p>"And shut your eyes tight," said Miss Bertha, screwing up her eyes so
+tight that she showed all of her pretty white teeth in the funniest way.
+The skiff scratched and bumped on the rocks a few times, and then
+floated clear.</p>
+
+<p>The bright sky was gone, the gulls flying about the cliffs were gone,
+the steamer was gone, and the cliffs themselves were gone: we had
+slipped under them, through a tiny opening, and were in the Blue Grotto.
+The blue roof rose high above us, and there was ample room within the
+Grotto for many times the numerous blue skiffs filled with blue-haired
+blue people, all dressed in blue clothes, and breathing blue air. That
+is just the way we appeared. The water was lighter-colored than the air,
+and when a boatman jumped overboard, his every action being distinctly
+seen, he seemed to be flying in air, and not diving in water. It gave
+one a weird crawly feeling to see him, and when he came to the surface
+it seemed to be the most natural thing for him to tumble back to us
+after capering around in the sky. Then he crawled out on a rock to allow
+the water to drain off his clothes, and then it was that Miss Bertha's
+promise of a silver man was made good. He stood there a moment,
+appearing like a burnished silver statue, and the trickling drops as
+they fell from him sparkled with silvery glitter.</p>
+
+<p>An oar splashed in the water sent the drops flying into the blue air, to
+glimmer there in silver brightness a moment, like a patch of the starry
+Milky Way on a frosty night.</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't it lovely!" said Bertha, clapping her hands joyfully; "and you
+can get a whole handful of silver by just reaching for it, but you can't
+keep it." She grasped the blue water as she spoke, and it escaped
+through her fingers in glittering drops, as if a handful of coins was
+melting in her palm. Whatever is held in the water assumes, for the
+time, this silver-color, and the blades of the oars shone as though the
+Capri boatmen were so rich that they had made them of pure silver.</p>
+
+<p>For hundreds of years the Grotto was known to exist somewhere under the
+cliffs of the island, but so small is the entrance that it was not
+rediscovered until this century. It can not be entered except the sea
+around the island is very calm; and as all the beautiful effects are due
+to the refraction of light, the bright mid-day sun should be shining
+without.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_ALBATROSS" id="THE_ALBATROSS"></a>THE ALBATROSS.</h2>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 304px;">
+<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="304" height="400" alt="A SKIMMER OF THE SOUTHERN SEAS." title="" />
+<span class="caption">A SKIMMER OF THE SOUTHERN SEAS.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Far away in the desolate South Seas there lives a large and beautiful
+bird called the albatross, the giant member of the petrel family. The
+wandering albatross (<i>Diomedea exulans</i>) is the largest of its tribe.
+Specimens have been captured measuring four feet in length, and with an
+expanse of wing from ten to fourteen feet. The body of this bird is very
+large, its neck is short and stout, and its head is armed with a
+powerful hooked beak from six to eight inches long. It is snowy,
+glistening white, its long wing-feathers tipped with black.</p>
+
+<p>Its mighty strength of wing renders it the admiration of all navigators,
+who fitly name it the lord of the stormy seas. In the desolate regions
+where it lives the sailors hail its appearance with delight, as it comes
+sailing around the ship with majestic, careless flight, rising, sinking,
+now swooping down to seize some cast-off mouthful of food, now poising
+high above the mast-head, moving with the ship at the most rapid speed,
+and yet with scarcely a perceptible movement of its gigantic wings.</p>
+
+<p>In storm or calm the albatross is master of the wind and waves. Sailors,
+straining every nerve to guide the laboring, struggling ship through
+tempestuous seas, look up, and see far above their heads the albatross
+calmly breasting the gale, its majesty unruffled, and its great
+out-stretched wings as motionless as on a still, sunny day. Its strength
+of flight is marvellous, and is said to be superior to that of any other
+bird. Sailors have captured these royal inhabitants of southern polar
+regions, and marked their glistening breasts with spots of tar, that
+they might distinguish them and determine their power of endurance; and
+in several instances the same bird has followed a ship under full sail,
+before the wind, for seven days and longer, circling round and round,
+and apparently taking no rest, its sharp eye always watchful for any
+refuse of food cast overboard by the sailors.</p>
+
+<p>The albatross is very voracious, and easily caught, as it is neither
+cunning nor shy. As it lives in desolation, and has little to do with
+men, it knows nothing of trickery, nor dreams of the plots laid against
+its royal freedom. An interesting account is given of the capture of an
+albatross by an officer of a French ship. It was a sunny, windy day, and
+the vessel was speeding along near the dreary Tierra del Fuego, when a
+great shadow like a cloud passed over the deck. On looking up, the
+officer saw an immense albatross, its white breast glistening like snow,
+floating aloft with wide-spread wings. Wishing to examine the bird more
+closely, he gave orders for its capture. Fastening a piece of fat pork
+to a strong hook attached to a line, a sailor threw it overboard, and
+allowed full forty yards of cord to run out. The albatross soon descried
+the tempting morsel, and sweeping down in graceful circles to seize it,
+was soon securely hooked. The only show of resistance it made to being
+drawn on board was to extend its wings, and utter loud discordant cries.
+Once on deck, its grace and majesty vanished. It showed no fear, and the
+hook, still fastened in its beak, did not seem to annoy it; but no
+landsman could have been more awkward than was the albatross on the
+smooth rocking deck. It staggered and waddled clumsily, and tried in
+vain to lift itself with its wings. It showed considerable temper, and
+snapped furiously at all who approached, and the captain's dog, which
+came trotting up, full of curiosity over the strange visitor, received a
+terrible blow from the hooked beak, which sent him howling with pain to
+the most distant corner of the deck. As the officer was desirous to
+preserve the beak, breast, wings, and feet of this magnificent creature
+as souvenirs, he ordered the sailors to kill it, although he states that
+it impressed him as though he were commanding the execution of some
+royal personage.</p>
+
+<p>The albatross is an expert swimmer, and floats on the waves like a piece
+of cork, riding in undisturbed serenity over the lofty foaming crests of
+stormy billows. It is not, however, a good diver, and is obliged to
+subsist on whatever food comes to the surface. It might be called the
+vulture of the seas, for dead fish, floating carcasses of whales, and
+other sea refuse form its main diet.</p>
+
+<p>The habits of the albatross during the breeding season are still
+partially veiled in mystery, as the desolate mossy headlands of Tristan
+d'Acunha, Inaccessible Island, and other lands lying far to the
+southward, where the albatross makes its nest, are visited only at rare
+intervals. The island of Tristan is circular, and almost entirely
+volcanic, and on the summit of its cliffs, which rise a thousand feet
+above the sea, on broad dreary plains of dark gray lava, the albatrosses
+gather some time during November, and prepare themselves nests.
+Selecting some space free from tussock-grass, the bird scrapes together
+a circle of dried grass and clay, in which it lays one egg about the
+size of a swan's, white, with a band of small brick-red spots round one
+end. But few naturalists have been able to visit these<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span> great breeding
+warrens, and none have determined how the albatross lives and feeds its
+young during its absence from the ocean. It is certain that the great
+bird rarely leaves its nest, for there is a wicked little robber gull
+ever on the watch to break and eat the egg, should the mother-bird
+desert it for a moment.</p>
+
+<p>The young, when hatched, are snow-white, and covered with a soft woolly
+down. A traveller once climbed up the dangerous precipice of Tristan
+d'Acunha, and saw these young helpless things lying in the nests, while
+several hundred pair of parent birds were stalking awkwardly about. They
+all snapped their beaks with a great noise, and ejected from them an
+offensive oil&mdash;their only means of defense. The same traveller visited
+the place five months later, when he found all the young albatrosses
+sitting in their nests as before, but the old birds had all disappeared.
+It is supposed that an albatross must be a year old before it can fly;
+and as the parents depart some time in April for their ocean hunting
+grounds, and are never seen to return until the breeding season again
+comes round, it is astonishing what feeds and supports the young until
+they are able to hunt for themselves. Naturalists wonder over this
+point, and advance many different theories, but as yet no facts have
+been discovered in regard to the diet of the young and helpless bird.</p>
+
+<p>The albatross was formerly regarded with superstitious reverence by
+sailors, who considered this majestic companion which came around the
+ship in desolate icy seas as a bird of good omen; and to kill one was
+considered a crime that would surely be punished by disaster and
+shipwreck. Coleridge, the English poet, has written a wonderful poem on
+this superstition, called the "Rime of the Ancient Mariner," to which
+Gustave Dor&eacute;, a French artist, has drawn a series of illustrations
+picturing the lonely frozen ocean, and the majestic, lordly albatross
+which the unhappy sailor shot with his cross-bow, thereby bringing
+misfortune and death on the goodly ship and its crew.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 488px;">
+<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="488" height="600" alt="&quot;KITTY, YOU CAN&#39;T HAVE MY APPLE.&quot;&mdash;Engraved from a Picture by F. Dielman, by Permission of R.&nbsp;E. Moore, American Art
+Gallery, New York." title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;KITTY, YOU CAN&#39;T HAVE MY APPLE.&quot;&mdash;Engraved from a
+Picture by F. Dielman, by Permission of R.&nbsp;E. Moore, American Art
+Gallery, New York.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_BEAR_STORY" id="A_BEAR_STORY"></a>A BEAR STORY.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY EMILY H. LELAND.</h3>
+
+<p>A good many years ago, when the century was young, there came to live in
+the big forests of Northern Vermont a man and his wife and their little
+boy. Partly because they liked to be high up out of the fogs and damp,
+and partly because there was little else but hilly land in that part of
+the country, they built their cabin at the top of a nice baby mountain,
+which was covered at the back with an immense orchard of maples and
+butternuts, but which was quite bare and steep at the east side, and had
+rocks cropping out which the farmer thought would be fine for building a
+good stone house with some day.</p>
+
+<p>It was long, hard work starting a farm in a place where there was
+nothing but woods; but after a year or so had passed by, and enough
+trees had been cleared away to make room for a corn field and a potato
+patch, and a little chicken-house and cow-shed had been added to their
+log-cabin, the young farmer used to sit down before their rough stone
+fire-place, with its bright crackling fire, and trot his boy to sleep
+upon his knee, while he watched the pretty young mamma putting away the
+supper things, thinking all the time what a rich and happy man he was.
+And when at last a pig-pen was joined to the cow-shed, and two cunning
+little pink-nosed pigs had been bought of a neighbor five miles away,
+and placed in it, he felt richer and grander than many a man does
+nowadays who owns a railroad.</p>
+
+<p>And how they grew, those pink-nosed pigs! They had a southern exposure,
+good drainage, plenty of dry leaves and moss for bedding, and an
+abundance of milk, with an occasional handful of cracked corn or a pint
+of mashed potatoes. How could they help growing? The farmer took great
+delight in feeding them, and his wife would sometimes ask him, with a
+laugh, "Now, Stephen, which do you love the most&mdash;the pigs or our little
+'Lisha?"</p>
+
+<p>Elisha was the baby's name. They hadn't thought of such names as Carl
+and Claude and Clarence in those days.</p>
+
+<p>One fine moon-lit night, late in the fall, after the corn had been
+husked and carried into the loft, and some of the big yellow pumpkins
+had been cut into strips and hung on long poles near the kitchen ceiling
+to dry, and others had been stored away for the cow's luncheons and the
+Thanksgiving pies, and the potatoes were safe in the cellar, and the
+onions hung in long strings above the mantel-shelf, this young farmer
+covered up the glowing coals in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span> the fire-place with ashes, so they
+would keep bright and hot for the morning fire, and went to bed feeling
+quite well prepared for winter, for he had that day "banked" the house
+clear up to its queer little windows, and made the cow-shed and pig-pen
+and hen-house very cozy with loads of hemlock and spruce boughs.</p>
+
+<p>He was just dozing off to sleep, when all at once there sounded through
+the still, frosty air a long and terrible squeal from the pig-pen.</p>
+
+<p>The farmer did not wait for it to end, but bounced out of bed, tore away
+the clumsy fastening of the door, and rushed out with a war-whoop that
+could have been heard a mile away if there had been anybody to hear it.
+As he rushed he caught up a corn stalk that happened to lie in his way.
+A corn stalk was a foolish thing for him to pick up, but people seldom
+stop to think twice in such moments. He was around by the pig-pen in no
+time, and there he saw a great burly <i>something</i> just lifting one of his
+dear little pigs over the top of the pen. He rushed upon him, and struck
+him over the head with the corn stalk. There was a joint in the corn
+stalk nearly as hard as a crust of bread, and the <i>something</i> seemed to
+almost feel it through his thick fur, for he turned about and looked at
+the farmer, as if saying,</p>
+
+<p>"What do you want of <i>me</i>?"</p>
+
+<p>And there he was&mdash;a great, black, full-grown bear!</p>
+
+<p>"Drop him! drop him!" yelled the farmer; and he brought the corn stalk
+down upon the bear's nose. The bear dropped the pig very quickly, but he
+grabbed the man in place of it, and then commenced a grand wrestling
+match. The farmer was a strong man, and he was "fighting for the right."
+The bear was strong too, and being a little tired of wild honey and
+beech-nuts, he had made up his mind to have a little spring pig for his
+family's supper. As they pushed and pulled this way and that, the bear
+tripped against a stump, and down they came, bear and man, to the
+ground; and being near the steep hill-side, in about ten seconds they
+began rolling down, over and over, and faster and faster, bumping over
+rocks and hummocks, but never letting go, and never stopping until the
+bottom of the hill was reached.</p>
+
+<p>And then&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>Up got Mr. Bear, and made off down the valley at a slow trot, never
+stopping to say "good-night" or anything. And up got the farmer, and
+scrambled up the hill as fast as his bruised legs could carry him, and
+feeling of his ribs as he went, expecting to find half a dozen of them
+at least punching out through his night-gown. But they were not.</p>
+
+<p>At the door he was met by his wife keeping guard with the birch broom
+over her sleeping boy.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Stephen! what <i>was</i> it?" she said, in a shivering whisper.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! nothing but a bear, nothing but a bear," said the farmer.</p>
+
+<p>But the little pigs slept in the hen-house for the rest of the night,
+and the next day they had a stout log roof built over their heads.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="PROFESSIONAL_DIVERS" id="PROFESSIONAL_DIVERS"></a>PROFESSIONAL DIVERS.</h2>
+
+<p>One of the diver's earliest experiences is a disagreeable "roaring"
+sensation in the ears for some time after his first descent; but this is
+little felt after he becomes accustomed to his work. It is caused by the
+air pressure, which increases with depth. From the same cause the diver
+often experiences a sensation amounting to earache, which any one may
+test for himself by descending in a diving-bell. With regard to the mode
+of working, it is noteworthy that, instead of moving gradually outward
+after reaching the bottom, the diver usually gropes at once to the full
+length of his tether in the required direction, and then works slowly
+back to the starting-point. He considers this the safer method, partly
+because it leaves him at the finish directly at the place whence he has
+to rise.</p>
+
+<p>The length of time during which a diver can remain under water depends
+very much upon his own strength and experience, the steady care with
+which the air-pump is managed, and other circumstances. M. Frendenberg
+states that in the repair of the well in the Scharley zinc mines, in
+Silesia, two divers descended to a depth of eighty-five feet, remaining
+down for periods varying from fifteen minutes to two hours. Siebe,
+another authority on the subject, relates that in removing the cargo of
+the ship <i>Cape Horn</i>, wrecked off the coast of South America, a diver
+named Hooper made seven descents to a depth of no less than two hundred
+and one feet, and at one time remained down forty-two minutes&mdash;supposed
+to be the greatest diving feat ever achieved.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOE" id="JOE"></a>JOE.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY MRS. MARGARET E. SANGSTER.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Bright brown eyes and tangled hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Rosy cheek beneath the tan,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Fearless head on shoulders square&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">That is Joe, the little man,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Helping mother all he can.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Father is away at sea</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">(Oh, the vessel tarries long!):</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Lonely would the cottage be,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Many a weary day go wrong,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">But for Joe, with shout and song.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Rough the weather, fierce the gales,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Wild the nights upon the shore:</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Oft the dear wife's courage fails,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">When she hears the breakers roar,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Lest her sailor come no more.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Joe, with lion heart and leal,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Tells her it is safe outside;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">That the deep sea does not feel</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">All the troubles of the tide;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">That the good ship safe will ride.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Mother heeds her comforter:</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">He is only eight years old,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">But his earnest words to her</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Are as rubies set in gold&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Precious with a worth untold.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MR_THOMPSON_AND_THE_BUMBLE-BEE" id="MR_THOMPSON_AND_THE_BUMBLE-BEE"></a>MR. THOMPSON AND THE BUMBLE-BEE.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY ALLAN FORMAN.</h3>
+
+<p>"Buzz, buzz-z, buzz-z-z," scolded old Mr. Bumble-Bee, flying around Mr.
+Thompson's head. Mr. Thompson didn't understand him, however, and only
+brushed at him impatiently, and said, "Get out!" in a tone anything but
+sociable; but the old bee kept flying around just the same, and
+complained in his drowsy voice: "Buzz, buzz-z, buzz-z-z. I wish you
+would go away. I want to get into my house, and I don't want you to see
+me. My family are in there, and we are making bread to-day, and unless I
+get home with the flour, my wife will scold awfully. Buzz, buzz-z,
+buzz-z-z."</p>
+
+<p>But in the mean time Mr. Thompson had fallen asleep, and the old bee sat
+down on the fence rail and watched him. "Hum, hum, hum," he murmured. "I
+guess that he has gone to sleep. I don't see what men want to stay awake
+for, anyway; they are not half so much trouble when they are asleep. And
+only listen how nicely he can buzz through his nose!&mdash;he really seems to
+be quite like a sensible bee."</p>
+
+<p>Now Mr. Thompson says he did not go to sleep at all; he says that he
+only closed his eyes, and in a few minutes he could understand every
+word that the old bee said.</p>
+
+<p>"He's a pleasant-looking man," buzzed the bee. "I wonder if he likes
+honey?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mr. Thompson answered through his nose that he was very fond of it.</p>
+
+<p>"Sensible, too," said the bee, who thought (all bumble-bees do) that
+anybody who agreed with him must be sensible. Then, turning to Mr.
+Thompson, the bee murmured, in a more pleasant hum, "If you like honey,
+try some of this." As he said it he alit on Mr. Thompson's lips, and
+pressed some of the honey he had with him into his mouth.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Thompson began to grow smaller, and as he shrunk in size, his light
+alpaca duster became gauzy, and formed itself into wings. Just as he had
+begun to wonder how long it would take him to shrink into nothing, the
+bee said, "There, I guess that will do."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Thompson stretched himself, and found to his surprise that he was in
+reality nothing more than a large black bumble-bee. He shook his wings,
+arose, and, flying around for a few moments, settled on the fence rail.
+He has since told me that if it is true, as Mr. Darwin says, that men
+were evolved from the lower orders of animals, they made the greatest
+mistake of their lives when they left off their wings.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," remarked the old bee, "you look quite presentable. Won't you
+drop in and take dinner with me? My wife would be delighted to see you."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Thompson thought how much he resembled a certain highly respectable
+old gentleman who was wont to invite his friends to his humdrum dinners,
+and buzz them unmercifully in the same drowsy way. But as he did not
+like to offend his new friend, he answered, politely, that he would be
+most happy, and followed him under the rail into a round hole that was
+the door of the bumble-bee's house.</p>
+
+<p>They entered a long cylindrical corridor, or, as the old bee expressed
+it, "arched at the top, sides, and floor." It was lined with the fibres
+of the wood, and was as soft as velvet. After walking some distance
+along the hall, they reached a part where it widened into a sort of
+parlor. Here Mrs. Bumble-Bee was seated, resting from the labor of
+bread-making.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you are home at last," she buzzed, angrily. "I'll be bound you
+forgot the flour."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, my dear, don't you see it? I have it here," answered Mr. Bee,
+soothingly, pointing to two little yellow bundles on his legs.</p>
+
+<p>After greeting her guest, Mrs. Bee excused herself on the score of
+domestic duties, and busied herself in carrying the flour, or pollen,
+into the corridor above. Soon she returned, and after they had made a
+meal of bee-bread and honey, Mr. Bumble-Bee proposed to show his guest
+through his mansion. They passed through several long corridors, so
+constructed that the rain could not beat into the living-rooms, as Mr.
+Bee explained. One end of one of the upper galleries was securely walled
+up, and in another compartment lay three or four worm-like insects
+almost covered with bee-bread.</p>
+
+<p>"What is this room used for?" inquired Mr. Thompson.</p>
+
+<p>"This is the nursery," answered Mr. Bee, proudly.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, indeed! And what are those white, ugly-looking grubs?"</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Bee looked aghast for a moment, but his surprise quickly turned into
+indignation, as he buzzed, angrily: "Grubs! grubs! ugly-looking grubs!
+Those, sir, are my children, sir, and I flatter myself that a more
+charming family does not exist. Grubs, forsooth! Out of my house, base
+insulter!" And before Mr. Thompson could apologize, Mr. Bee had pushed
+him out, and stung him on the end of his nose.</p>
+
+<p>He fell, and as he dropped from the rail he began to grow larger, and
+when he reached the ground he had assumed his natural proportions. He
+found himself lying in the same place beside the fence that he had
+occupied when the bee first spoke to him.</p>
+
+<p>When he related the story to his friends, some one suggested that he had
+dreamed the whole adventure. He gently touched his inflamed and swelled
+nose, and answered, in a grieved tone, "I suppose I dreamed this too."</p>
+
+<p>This argument was unanswerable, and Mr. Thompson is now engaged in
+writing a lecture on the habits and customs of the bumble-bee. Among
+other things he says, "Bumble-bees only consider those people sensible
+who agree with them"; and again, "Bumble-bees invariably think their own
+children the most beautiful and interesting creatures in existence."</p>
+
+<p>Which facts, if they are true, show the great superiority of men over
+bumble-bees.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_STORY_OF_GEORGE_WASHINGTON" id="THE_STORY_OF_GEORGE_WASHINGTON"></a>THE STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY EDWARD CARY.</h3>
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter II</span>.</h3>
+
+<p>After the close of the French and Indian war, Washington, then in his
+twenty-seventh year, married Mrs. Martha Custis, and settled down to a
+Virginia planter's life at Mount Vernon. His neighbors elected him again
+and again to the House of Burgesses of the colony&mdash;a body much like one
+of our State Legislatures. Here he did not talk much, but he kept close
+watch of matters, and knew, as nearly as he could, all the facts that
+were needed to make up his mind, so that he had a good deal of weight
+with other members, and yet was very modest. When he first took his seat
+in the House, the Speaker was directed to thank him, in the name of the
+people, for his great services as an officer. This the Speaker did in
+glowing terms, quite unexpectedly to Washington. Washington rose to
+reply. His face flushed; he struggled to speak; but could only stammer,
+and stood speechless and trembling. "Sit down, Mr. Washington," said the
+Speaker, with a smile. "Your modesty equals your valor, and that
+surpasses the power of any language that I possess."</p>
+
+<p>After Washington had been some ten years at Mount Vernon, looking
+forward to the peaceful and easy life of a wealthy farmer, certain
+things happened which seemed then of small account, but which were to
+lead to a great change in his career. The government of Great Britain
+undertook to raise money in America for use on the other side of the
+ocean. This government was made up of the King and the Parliament, and
+the Parliament was for the most part chosen by the people of England.
+The people of America were not allowed to choose any of its members, and
+when the British government declared that the Americans must raise money
+for it, the Americans had no one to vote for them or speak for them on
+that question. They thought that this was not fair. They were willing to
+pay the expenses of their own governments, because they had some voice
+in them, but they would not help pay the expenses of the British
+government, in which they had no voice.</p>
+
+<p>The British government passed an act which said that every written
+promise to pay money must be upon stamped paper, which could only be got
+by buying it from British officers. If the promise was not on this kind
+of paper, the man who signed it need not pay. The British thought this
+would bring in a good deal of money. But the Americans would not use the
+stamped paper. They seized that which was sent over, and burned it.
+Other kinds of taxes were tried, but the Americans would pay none of
+them. Washington took the side of his countrymen with great zeal. He
+wrote to a friend: "I think the Parliament of Great Britain have no more
+right to put their hands into my pocket, without my consent, than I have
+to put my hands into yours." But the British government insisted, and
+sent over troops to Boston to try and force the people to submit.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 334px;">
+<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="334" height="400" alt="WASHINGTON TAKES COMMAND OF THE ARMY." title="" />
+<span class="caption">WASHINGTON TAKES COMMAND OF THE ARMY.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Washington was one of a number who proposed that a Congress, or great
+meeting, should be called to arrange<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span> for resisting the taxes, and he
+was chosen to go to the Congress, which was held at Philadelphia in
+September, 1774. Meanwhile more soldiers were sent over. An attempt was
+made on the 19th of April, 1775, to seize some powder which the
+Americans had at Concord, near Boston, and the result was the battle of
+Lexington, where a good many Americans were killed, but where the
+British soldiers were finally driven back. Large numbers of men took
+their guns and gathered at Boston to watch the British troops, and keep
+them in the city. They came from Massachusetts and the other colonies
+called New England&mdash;from Connecticut and Rhode Island, and from New
+Hampshire and Maine.</p>
+
+<p>The Congress came together again in May, 1775, and Washington was also
+there. The battle of Lexington had been heard of, and the people were
+everywhere angry and excited.</p>
+
+<p>The Congress resolved to resist all attempts by the British to force the
+country to submit. It called for troops and guns and powder from the
+various colonies. It adopted the soldiers around Boston as a part of the
+"Continental Army," or the army of the whole country; it chose
+Washington as commander-in-chief, to have the direction of all the
+soldiers. When this was made known to him, he thanked Congress for the
+honor, but he added, "I beg it may be remembered by every gentleman in
+this room that I this day declare with the utmost sincerity I do not
+think myself equal to the command I am honored with." He also refused to
+take any pay for his services. "I will keep an exact account of my
+expenses," he said. "These, I doubt not, Congress will discharge, and
+that is all I desire." Washington hastened to Boston, learning of the
+battle of Bunker Hill on the way. He found some seventeen thousand men
+around Boston, and took command of them on the 3d of July, under a great
+elm-tree, on the common in the village of Cambridge. He was then
+forty-three years old, and a very tall and fine-looking man. His
+features were large, his eyes were of a pure blue, usually grave, but
+full of kindness, and at times very merry. His manners were gentle, but
+full of dignity, and they often seemed very cold to those not well
+acquainted with him, though at heart he was not cold.</p>
+
+<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="PUCK_AND_BLOSSOM" id="PUCK_AND_BLOSSOM"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="400" height="351" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>PUCK AND BLOSSOM.</h2>
+
+<h4>From the German of Marie von Olfers.</h4>
+
+<h3>PART II.</h3>
+
+<p>"Ow!" sobbed Blossom, "that hurt."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind," said Puck, comfortingly, "things never go right the first
+time; it'll be better by-and-by."</p>
+
+<p>Then they went and they went, till they came to a great big pond. "This
+is a horrid world," sighed Blossom. "Hope we've dot to the end of it
+now. Hope we'll soon det back to our dood old egg."</p>
+
+<p>"But let's go see how it is over there first," said Puck. "Ducky, ducky,
+come and carry us across."</p>
+
+<p>"Ow! but then my little white frock will det all dirty," said Blossom.</p>
+
+<p>"What does that matter?" answered Puck; "we shall see how it is over
+there." Over there was very much the same as it was over here. The duck
+ducked them finely.</p>
+
+<p>"So you'll know how it is down here too," he said.</p>
+
+<p>Dripping, they stood upon the shore.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="400" height="350" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Ow! ow!" sobbed Blossom, looking very miserable indeed; "if it doesn't
+det better soon, I don't want to see anything more at all, I don't."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 375px;">
+<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="375" height="400" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Of course it'll get better," said Puck; "the sun'll dry us." The sun
+looked out condescendingly from the clouds for a moment, and then
+disappeared. "Come, Blossom," said Puck, "who cares for the old sun!
+Just as though there wasn't fire anywhere but up there! There's some
+down here too. I know where it lives&mdash;down there in that little house."</p>
+
+<p>Yes, down there in that little house.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="400" height="348" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"In the ashes, inside the stove," said the cat, who was looking after
+things while the cook was away.</p>
+
+<p>"It's asleep," said Puck. "Wait; I'll soon wake it up." So he blew and
+he blew, but it would not wake up at all. The sparks looked out at him
+with grim and wrathful eyes, while Puck blew more and more madly on.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 380px;">
+<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="380" height="400" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>At last it did wake up. It sprang out of the stove, wild and raging; it
+grew bigger and bigger; the children fled, the fire behind them&mdash;Blossom
+ahead, terrified, shrieking, screaming.</p>
+
+<p>The fire had caught Puck, had wrapped him round in a great sheet of
+flame!</p>
+
+<p>But Blossom cried, and cried, and cried, so bitterly that the fire was
+all put out, and there was nothing left but a great black smoke.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="400" height="326" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Then Puck gathered together all there was left of him, and they went
+sorrowfully on their way to find their egg.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="400" height="389" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Ah me! it was broken in two, and gone. But the nest was still hanging on
+the tree. In great haste they climbed in, never venturing to leave it
+again, and if they are not dead, they are sitting there still.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">the end</span>.</h4>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</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_017.jpg" width="600" height="256" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX." title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">South Windsor, Connecticut</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>We live near the Connecticut River, and when I am out of school I
+hunt ducks and musk-rats. I like to ride horseback when I can get
+a horse, which is not often, but I can row on the river. I have
+two kittens to play with. One of them climbs up on father's back
+when he is eating, and when he takes a bite Kitty will try to get
+half of it. We live near woods, and in the summer we ramble in
+them, and in the autumn we gather nuts. The land here is mostly
+cultivated for tobacco, and on the tobacco lots and on the
+river-bank we find a number of Indian relics. One of the boys here
+found a store of arrow-heads. There were about one hundred
+together. I am eleven years old.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><small>B.&nbsp;D. Archer</small>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fort Custer, Montana Territory</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I am ten years old. My papa is captain in the army. I have never
+been to school, and can not write quite as nice a letter as some
+other little girls of my age. I have a big brother who is
+thirteen, and a sister two years and four months. My brother's
+name is Willie. Last year he went off to school. Nannie, my
+sister, says very funny things. Sometimes she will come running
+in, and say, "I am so hunky dory I don't know what to do; want
+sonton to neat." Can any little girl tell what this means? I read
+a letter from an army girl who is older than I. I looked in the
+register to see if her papa's name was there, and I found it. My
+papa is in the Eleventh Infantry, and maybe Grace Henton and I
+will meet some day. I hope she will see my letter.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Etta M. Gilbreath</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Manchester, New Hampshire</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> a great deal. Papa gets it, and puts a pin in
+and cuts it, and we look at it till dinner is ready. When I go to
+bed, mamma reads it to me, and lays it on the little table, so I
+can look at the pictures before I get up in the morning. On George
+Washington's Birthday night I went to the barn to get Sallie, my
+cat. I found her in an old barrel, and was going to tip it over,
+when I heard something squealing a little squeal. There were two
+little kittens there. Mamma named them George and Martha
+Washington. I shall be six in May. I told all this to mamma, and
+my name is</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">John</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Hartford, Ohio</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>Yesterday was Easter, and I and my little brother had twelve dozen
+eggs hid. For dinner we decorated some with decalcomanie pictures,
+and they were very pretty. I have thirteen little chickens, and a
+pet hen which I call Nellie Gray. My canary is named Hettie. Some
+of the young correspondents write of spring flowers, but I have
+not found any yet.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Maude K.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Bismarck, Dakota Territory</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>We have plenty of Indians here, although there are not so many as
+there were five years ago. They come now mostly in scouting
+parties. The party is often as large as Custer's cavalry that was
+here in 1877. Are there many of the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> who
+are fond of house-plants? I would like to hear what kinds they
+have, and how they take care of them.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">M.&nbsp;R.&nbsp;L.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>We think, judging from their letters, that a large number of the readers
+of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> are fond of those beautiful household ornaments. Mary L.&nbsp;S.
+wrote a short time since from Arkansas: "My house-plants are my
+'pets,' and I assure you I derive as much pleasure from them as if they
+were animated." No doubt many others have the same feeling.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Clara Jaquith, in answer to Madison Cooper's question in <span class="smcap">Young People</span>
+No. 21, says: "Somar Griffin, of Ohio, is a very old man. I do not know
+his exact age, but he is about one hundred and fifteen years old. He
+lost an arm about forty years ago by the falling of a tree."</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Brooklyn, New York</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The other day a gentleman took dinner with my father, and told us
+the following story: "A few years ago I spent several weeks with a
+friend who owned a sheep ranch near San Antonio, Texas. I had a
+very pleasant time hunting and fishing. One day my friend saw a
+large wild-cat trying to get into a sheep corral. He seized his
+rifle, and fired at the beast, and it ran off, pursued by the
+dogs. That night, when we were all asleep in the tent, I was
+awakened by a warm breath on my face. On opening my eyes I saw in
+the dim fire-light the form of a large animal. I was very much
+frightened, but I had sufficient presence of mind to close my eyes
+and keep still. Suddenly the animal left me; and turning my head
+slightly, I saw that it had gone to the other side of the tent,
+and was eating some of our stores. Very carefully I arose, and
+crept outside the tent, where was a pile of wood. Seizing a heavy
+stick, I returned softly, and creeping up behind the beast, dealt
+it a tremendous blow on the head with my club, which stunned it,
+and I soon beat it to death. My companions were awakened by the
+noise; and when we replenished the fire and examined the beast, we
+found it to be an immense wild-cat. It had a bullet-wound in its
+shoulder, and was no doubt the same one my friend had shot at in
+the morning."</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">J. Burnet R.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Montclair, New Jersey</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I am so interested in the pets which other children write about
+that I thought I would tell about Peggy, my gray kitten. She plays
+marbles with me; and when I spin my top, she makes believe it is a
+mouse, and you ought to see her go for it. When the kitchen door
+is shut, and she wants to come in, she springs up to the latch,
+holds on with three paws, and presses the latch down with the
+other paw, and so walks in. I could tell ever so many funny things
+she does, but I am afraid my letter would be too long.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Harry A.</span> (10 years).</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fort Assiniboine, Montana Territory</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The Indians I wrote you about have lived in their tepees all
+winter during the very, very cold weather&mdash;too cold for me to go
+coasting. It was often 49&deg; below zero. These Indians have a large
+number of ugly dogs, and sometimes they hitch them to their
+travois. The names of the Indians here are Pegans, Gros Ventre,
+Crow, Assiniboines, Bloods, and Crees. The Sioux and Nez Perc&eacute;s do
+not come very near to us, as they are afraid our soldiers will
+fight them. They sent a knife and a pipe to make peace with the
+soldiers. All the Indians here are very poor, and are killing
+their dogs and horses to eat, as the buffalo have all gone away.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Bertie Brown</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">West Bern, New York</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I am eleven years old. I liked the music which was published in
+<span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. My papa, who is teaching me music, taught
+me to sing the sailor boy's song in No. 19. We had snow fall day
+before yesterday to a depth of eight inches, and now (March 29)
+the sleighs are passing on the road, although the spring birds are
+hopping about on the trees in the orchard.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Eudora S.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Piney Point, Maryland</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I live in the country, and have two sisters and one brother. We
+are all very much interested in the story, "Across the Ocean; or,
+a Boy's First Voyage." The United States training-ship <i>Saratoga</i>
+was lying in the Potomac River opposite our house last week. About
+two hundred and fifty young men were on board, and they were
+firing cannons almost all day. My cousin was on this ship a few
+years ago, and he said the rules were very strict. The <i>Saratoga</i>
+is a very large boat, and the sailors on board are both large and
+small boys.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">J.&nbsp;E.&nbsp;M.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Friotown, Texas</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I am eight years old, and I live in Southwest Texas, which some
+people think a very wild country. I came from Georgia. I have
+never seen any Indians here, but I can look out the window and see
+wild rabbits running, and I can hear mocking-birds sing. There is
+a very odd bird here called chaparral. I went fishing last week on
+the Frio River, and I saw some turtles sunning themselves, and
+ever so many buffalo-fish swimming in the clear water. Mamma reads
+<span class="smcap">Young People</span> to me every evening.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Alfred H.&nbsp;C.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Pine River, Wisconsin</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>We are so glad when Saturday comes, for then papa brings <span class="smcap">Young
+People</span>. We each have a doll and a little wheelbarrow. We fill our
+wheelbarrows with sand, and wheel them round. We bring in wood
+sometimes. We want Santa Claus to come. We have some new hats, and
+are not going to wear hoods any more. We want to wear pants and
+not dresses, but mamma won't let us. Papa writes this, because we
+can't write yet, but we have read our primer through.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Charlie</span> (6 years) and <span class="smcap">Frankie</span> (4 years).</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">East Watertown, New York</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I like the story "Across the Ocean" very much. I have two cats,
+and a dog named Tip, and a canary named Ned. I am trying to study
+architecture, and I have made a plan of a house and a church. I
+like architecture very much, and mean to know all about it when I
+am a man. I was ten years old the 2d of April. I came pretty near
+being an April-Fool, didn't I? I have written this letter all by
+myself, for grandma does not know I am writing.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Frank T.&nbsp;W.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Inglewood, Chiswick, London</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>It was my birthday yesterday, and my brother gave me <span class="smcap">Young People</span>
+for a present. My father and mother are in Italy, rejoicing in
+sunshine and flowers. I have no pets to tell you about. We live in
+a little village of red brick houses, and it is very pretty here.
+I thank you for making the paper larger than it was at first. It
+is lovely now.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Mildred C.</span> (12 years).</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Mary B.&nbsp;L., a little six-year-old girl, of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
+sends the following in big capitals: "A fox went around where he knew
+there were some chickens. When he got there, he said,'Come down, and I
+will show you something more beautiful than you ever saw.' 'You talk
+very nice, but I can not trust you,' said a hen, 'so we can not come
+down.'"</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Daisy W., of Rochester, New York, reports having made a cake by Puss
+Hunter's recipe, and it was very nice.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">St. Louis, Missouri</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>We have two pet gold-fish which are turning black. Can any one
+tell me what is the trouble with them?</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Virgie C.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ogdensburg, New York</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I am ten years old, and study geography, and I would like to know
+why Rhode Island is so called, when it is not an island. I live on
+the St. Lawrence River. Last winter more than two thousand teams
+crossed on the ice, and this season not even a man could cross on
+foot.</p></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Abner C.&nbsp;P.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>The first settlement of Rhode Island was made on the island where
+Newport is now situated, and which contains about fifty square miles.
+The Indian name of the island was Aquetneck. There are various stories
+in regard to the origin of the present name, but the one generally
+accepted is that it was bestowed on account of a supposed resemblance to
+the Isle of Rhodes. The State was afterward named from the island.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">H.&nbsp;W. Singer</span>.&mdash;Your question is answered in Post-office Box, <span class="smcap">Young
+People</span> No. 7.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sallie R.&nbsp;E.</span>&mdash;Read the answer to F.&nbsp;S. in Post-office Box, <span class="smcap">Young People</span>
+No. 22.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">J.&nbsp;H. Knox</span>.&mdash;March is considered the proper season.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Bessie C.</span>&mdash;The best way to prevent your bird from eating its eggs is to
+put its food in the cage at night, so that when the breakfast hour
+arrives there will be something fresh and tempting to distract its
+attention. If it still persists in this troublesome habit, we fear there
+is no remedy for it.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">C.&nbsp;S.</span>&mdash;Your inquiry about coloring Easter-eggs came too late to be
+answered for this season, but you can practice now, so that by next
+Easter you will be able to color eggs "nicely." The best way is to
+purchase the coloring matter, as it comes in little packages already
+prepared, and with full directions for use. The way you propose would
+also be very pretty.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Winnie R.</span>&mdash;Keyed musical instruments similar in form to the piano were
+in use several hundred years ago. The virginal, shaped like an
+old-fashioned square piano, was a favorite instrument at the time of
+Queen Elizabeth of England, and by some authorities is supposed to have
+been named in honor of the Virgin Queen, as she was called. The
+harpsichord, much in use during the last century, was shaped almost
+exactly like a modern grand piano. The honor of having invented the
+hammer which plays upon the strings of the piano now in use is claimed
+by several nations, but the credit is probably due to Italy, although
+the first pianos are said to have been made in Germany, probably in the
+city of Freyburg. The piano was first called the hammer-harpsichord,
+afterward by the Italian name forte-piano, as it could give both loud
+and soft tones, while the harpsichord produced only loud ones. The name
+was changed later to piano-forte. Pianos are first mentioned as being in
+use about the middle of the eighteenth century.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Idella G.&nbsp;S., Edward L.&nbsp;H., and some other young readers in the far
+South inquire what are the willow "pussies" which Northern children
+gathered with so much glee in the earliest days of spring. They are the
+blossoms of the common low willow which grows in great abundance at the
+North, and as they are the first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span> signs that winter is passing away, are
+always heartily welcomed. The buds form in the autumn on the brown
+twigs, and with the first warm spring sun, long before anything green
+has started, they swell, and burst open the brown scaly covering,
+disclosing a soft, downy white ament, or blossom, resembling the toe of
+a white kitty. This resemblance is perhaps the reason why children call
+these early flowers "pussies."</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">A. Engel</span>.&mdash;Directions for feeding mocking-birds are given in Post-office
+Box of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 13.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Louie T.</span>&mdash;Your rabbit-hutch should be in a dry place, and should have
+two apartments. The sleeping-room should be boarded in, only you must
+have a door which you can open to clean it and supply it with fresh
+straw. The other apartment should have grated sides, and there is where
+the food should be placed. You must feed your rabbits regularly two or
+three times a day. They should have oats or bran for dry food, and
+carrot tops, cabbage leaves, and fresh clover frequently. If you have a
+yard, let them run in the grass an hour or more every day during warm
+weather.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>K. Post's request in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 22 for long English words, has
+been answered by Bertha F.&nbsp;H., H.&nbsp;P., Hattie N., Thomas J.&nbsp;F., Albert
+H.&nbsp;E., Kent K., Emily J.&nbsp;M., Fanny S., Bertie C., H.&nbsp;H.&nbsp;M., Edith C.,
+Willie H.&nbsp;H., Herbert N.&nbsp;T., G.&nbsp;A. Page, and others. To print all the
+words sent would occupy too much space. We give only a few of the
+longest. Supervacaneousness, unconstitutionality, interchangeableness,
+incomprehensibleness, anticonstitutionalist, disproportionableness.
+<i>Smile</i>s and <i>beleaguered</i> have also been suggested, as one has a mile,
+the other a league, between the beginning and the end.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Favors are acknowledged from B.&nbsp;E. Mace, C. Hastings, Fred Burgess,
+William Winslow, A.&nbsp;H. Patterson, S. Brown, Jun., Lizzie C., Francis B.,
+Olive Russell, I.&nbsp;H.&nbsp;M., John Moody, "Mark Marcy," Eddie S.&nbsp;P., Henry
+S.&nbsp;P., Henry K., Willie Trott, Alvan G.&nbsp;W., Anna Wierum, Herbie E.&nbsp;L.,
+Lizzie M., Edwin Wilson, Addie Anderson, Lester O.&nbsp;B., Julius Weller,
+Royal, Effie Barker, Fanny Sumner, Altia Austin, Annie Carrier, D.&nbsp;J.
+Reinhart, Metz Hayes, Florence R.&nbsp;H., George Wing.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from Philip Cruger, T.&nbsp;H.,
+George Kyte, Maude K., Laura B.&nbsp;W., F. Ozias, "Sunbeam," Leon M.&nbsp;F.,
+Fanny S., Sallie Ely, George S.&nbsp;V., W.&nbsp;F. Bruns, E.&nbsp;B. Cooper, A.&nbsp;H.
+Ellard, "North Star," John Collins, Lillie MacCrea, Lily B., Annie C.,
+Charles Slattery, Hattie Norris, M.&nbsp;K.&nbsp;S., S.&nbsp;G. Rosenbaum, H.&nbsp;L.&nbsp;B.,
+H.&nbsp;K. Pryer, B.&nbsp;L. Townsend, Robert Davidson, M.&nbsp;O., Frank Paine,
+C.&nbsp;B. Howard, Allen Smith, George Schilling, Albert Hegeman.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3>
+
+<h3>No. 1.</h3>
+
+<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">I am composed of 8 letters.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 4, 2, 6 is a boy's name.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 1, 2, 7, 6 is a metal.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 8, 3, 5, 1 is to stain.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My whole was an ancient king.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">A.&nbsp;H.&nbsp;E.</span> (13 years).</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 2.</h3>
+
+<h3>ENIGMA.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My first is in hate, but not in love.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My second is in robin, but not in dove.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My third is in throw, but not in shove.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fourth is in stare, but not in look.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fifth is in line, but not in hook.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My sixth is in straight, but not in crook.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My seventh is in village, but not in town.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My whole is a fairy of much renown.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">E.&nbsp;S.&nbsp;C.&nbsp;M.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 3.</h3>
+
+<h3>DIAMOND PUZZLE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">In blast. A girl's name. A reptile. To pinch. In blast.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">A.&nbsp;L.&nbsp;B.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 4.</h3>
+
+<h3>WORD SQUARE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">First, a multitude. Second, a musical instrument. Third, to ascend.
+Fourth, a portion of time.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Birdie</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 5.</h3>
+
+<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My whole is a South American river of 9 letters.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 5, 3, 7 is a period of time.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 6, 2, 8, 4 is a portion of the earth.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 9, 1, 7, 8, 4 is to correct.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">K.&nbsp;L.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>No. 6.</h3>
+
+<h3>DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</h3>
+
+<p>A marsh. A tumult. Enormous. A State of the Union. To spread over. A
+rope used for a special purpose. Surrounded by water. To assent.
+Answer&mdash;Two trees.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Rip Van Winkle</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 22.</h3>
+
+<h3>No. 1.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">Fifteen.</p>
+
+<h3>No. 2.</h3>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'>D</td><td align='center'>roo</td><td align='right'>P</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A</td><td align='center'>nn</td><td align='right'>A</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>I</td><td align='center'>n</td><td align='right'>N</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>S</td><td align='center'>treet</td><td align='right'>S</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Y</td><td align='center'>earl</td><td align='right'>Y</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<p class="center">Daisy, Pansy.</p>
+
+<h3>No. 3.</h3>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'>S</td><td align='left'>N</td><td align='left'>O</td><td align='left'>W</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>N</td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>M</td><td align='left'>E</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>O</td><td align='left'>M</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>N</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>W</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>N</td><td align='left'>T</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<h3>No. 4.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">Noli me tangere.</p>
+
+<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'>A</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>N</td><td align='left'>T</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>N</td><td align='left'>G</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>R</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>T</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>A</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">Whittier.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p class="center">Charade on page 296&mdash;Caterpillar.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2>
+
+<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&mdash;<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>:</p>
+
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+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">
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+</table></div>
+
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+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
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+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Address</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 30em;">HARPER &amp; BROTHERS,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 35em;">Franklin Square, N.&nbsp;Y.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<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.&nbsp;F. GUNTHER,</h3>
+<h4>Confectioner,</h4>
+<h4>78 MADISON STREET, CHICAGO.</h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>FINE TROUT TACKLE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/ill_018.jpg" width="200" height="106" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>We offer a fine 3 Joint Fly Rod, 15 yard Brass Reel, 100 ft. Linen Line,
+3 Flies, 3 Hooks to gut, &amp; Leader, complete, by express for $5.00; by
+mail, postpaid, $5.50; sample Flies by mail, postpaid, 10c. each; per
+doz., $1.00; complete Catalogue Free.</p>
+
+<h3><b>PECK &amp; SNYDER</b>, Manufacturers,</h3>
+<h4>124 and 126 Nassau St., N.&nbsp;Y.</h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>FISHING OUTFITS.</h2>
+
+<h3>CATALOGUE FREE.</h3>
+
+<h3>R. SIMPSON, 132 Nassau Street, N.&nbsp;Y.</h3>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><b>100</b> <i>Scrap Pictures</i>, 10c.; 100 <i>Transfer Pictures</i>, 10c.; 12 <i>Floral
+Embossed Cards</i>, 10c.; 10 <i>Perforated Mottoes</i>, 10c.; 4 <i>Chromo
+Mottoes</i>, l0c.; 4 <i>Fine</i> 6x8 <i>Chromos</i>, 10c.; 1 <i>Floral-Surprise</i>, 10c.;
+2 <i>Oil Pictures</i>, 9x12, 10c.; 2 <i>Reproductions</i>, 9x12, 10c.; 4 <i>Flower
+Panels</i>, 10c.; 2 <i>Stereo Views</i>, 10c.; 1 <i>Perfumed Sachet</i>, 10c.; 1
+<i>Lithograph</i>, 12x16, 10c.; 25 <i>Birthday Cards</i>, 10c. <span class="smcap">All</span> for $1.00,
+postpaid. Stamps taken.</p>
+
+<h3>J.&nbsp;W. FRIZZELL, Baltimore, Md.</h3>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>Old Books for Young Readers.</h2>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h3>Arabian Nights' Entertainments.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The Thousand and One Nights; or, The Arabian Nights'
+Entertainments. Translated and Arranged for Family Reading, with
+Explanatory Notes, by <span class="smcap">E.&nbsp;W. Lane</span>. 600 Illustrations by Harvey. 2
+vols., 12mo, Cloth, $3.50.</p></div>
+
+<h3>Robinson Crusoe.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The Life and Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York,
+Mariner. By <span class="smcap">Daniel Defoe</span>. With a Biographical Account of Defoe.
+Illustrated by Adams. Complete Edition. 12mo, Cloth, $1.50.</p></div>
+
+<h3>The Swiss Family Robinson.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The Swiss Family Robinson; or, Adventures of a Father and Mother
+and Four Sons on a Desert Island. Illustrated. 2 vols., 18mo,
+Cloth, $1.50.</p>
+
+<p>The Swiss Family Robinson&mdash;Continued: being a Sequel to the
+Foregoing. 2 vols., 18mo, Cloth, $1.50.</p></div>
+
+<h3>Sandford and Merton.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>The History of Sandford and Merton. By <span class="smcap">Thomas Day</span>. 18mo, Half
+Bound, 75 cents.</p></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h3>Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, New York.</h3>
+
+<h4>&#9758; <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the
+United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHILDREN'S</h2>
+
+<h3>PICTURE-BOOKS.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>Square 4to, about 300 pages each, beautifully printed on Tinted
+Paper, embellished with many Illustrations, bound in Cloth, $1.50
+per volume.</p></div>
+
+<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>, &amp;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 &amp; BROTHERS, New York.</h3>
+
+<h4>&#9758; <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the
+United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 379px;">
+<img src="images/ill_019.jpg" width="379" height="600" alt="&quot;SPRING, SPRING, BEAUTIFUL SPRING.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;SPRING, SPRING, BEAUTIFUL SPRING.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><b>A Wonderful Clock.</b>&mdash;The most astonishing thing ever heard of in the way
+of a time-piece is a clock described by a Hindoo Rajah as belonging to a
+native Prince of Upper India, and jealously guarded as the rarest
+treasure of his luxurious palace. In front of the clock's disk was a
+gong, swung upon poles, and near it was a pile of artificial human
+limbs. The pile was made up of the full number of parts of twelve
+perfect bodies, but all lay heaped together in seeming confusion.
+Whenever the hands of the clock indicated the hour of one, out from the
+pile crawled just the number of parts needed to form the frame of one
+man, part joining itself to part with quick metallic click; and when
+completed, the figure sprang up, seized a mallet, and walking up to the
+gong, struck one blow that sent the sound pealing through every room and
+corridor of that stately palace. This, done, he returned to the pile,
+and fell to pieces again. When two o'clock came, two men arose and did
+likewise; and so through all the hours, the number of figures being the
+same as the number of the hour, till at noon and midnight the entire
+heap sprang up, and marching to the gong, struck one after another each
+his blow, and then fell to pieces.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_PENGUIN_PUZZLE" id="THE_PENGUIN_PUZZLE"></a>THE PENGUIN PUZZLE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/ill_020.jpg" width="300" height="138" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>With two straight cuts of the scissors change this fish into an absurd
+penguin catching a herring.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CHARADE" id="CHARADE"></a>CHARADE.</h2>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">An Emperor kneels in sore dismay,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">For his enemy cometh apace.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">In this hour of need to whom shall he pray?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">From which of his gods seek grace?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">To his father's God, the One, the Alone,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">He cried, and the answer burst</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">On his wondering eyes: a marvel shone,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Pledge of hope and help from the God unknown,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And that answering sign was my <i>first</i>.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Some voyagers weary of wooden walls</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Are treading the land once more.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">The father around him his children calls,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Their God, who had saved, to adore.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Seven angels all hasten God's answer to bring,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Of His promise the seal and the sign;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Arrayed is each one as the child of a King;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Together they rival the flowers of spring,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And together my <i>second</i> they shine.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">King Henry hath crossed over into France</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">With his lords and his nobles gay.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">He would teach the Frenchman quite a new dance,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And bid him the piper to pay.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Such his design; but the end who can tell?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Who the fortunes of battle control?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">One thing I aver, and none will demur:</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">If King Henry succeeds, 'twill be by the deeds</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Of his soldiers, who carry my <i>whole</i>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><b>An Ancient Castle.</b>&mdash;The Czarowitz recently visited, with King Oscar II.,
+the famous old castle of Gripshon, in Sweden. The old keeper showed the
+Czarowitz a heap of straw, and told him that his father, the present
+Czar, had used it as his bed in the year 1838. Alexander in that year
+accompanied his father, Czar Nicholas, to Sweden, and it was during
+their visit to the castle that that severe parent insisted upon making
+his son sleep on straw. It is popularly believed in Russia that the
+stern Nicholas never allowed his son and heir to sleep upon any more
+comfortable bed.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;">
+<img src="images/ill_021.jpg" width="800" height="358" alt="Anticipation. Consternation. Castigation. LITTLE TOMMY&#39;S FIRST (AND LAST) EXPERIMENT WITH HIS TOY SPIDER." title="" />
+<span class="caption">Anticipation. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Consternation. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Castigation.<br /><br />LITTLE TOMMY&#39;S FIRST (AND LAST) EXPERIMENT WITH HIS TOY SPIDER.</span><br /><br />
+</div>
+
+<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> Most engravings of Gibraltar give a very imperfect idea of
+its position, which may be best conveyed by representing the Spanish
+coast as a door, and the Rock as the knob of its handle. The latter's
+seaward face is a pretty close copy of the Hudson Palisades.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> The Rock of Gibraltar is the only spot in Europe where
+monkeys are found running wild.</p></div>
+
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
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+Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, April 20, 1880, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Harper's Young People, April 20, 1880
+       An Illustrated Weekly
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: May 13, 2009 [EBook #28790]
+
+Language: English
+
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, APR 20, 1880 ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Annie McGuire
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HARPER'S
+
+YOUNG PEOPLE
+
+AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+VOL. I.--NO. 25. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
+CENTS.
+
+Tuesday, April 20, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
+per Year, in Advance.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SIM VEDDER'S KITE.
+
+BY W. O. STODDARD.
+
+
+The kite fever visited Hagarstown every year, and caught all the boys
+over five before it subsided. It generally crept in slowly, a boy and a
+kite at a time; but this year it came as if a big wind brought it.
+
+Yesterday there had been three kites up at one time in the main street,
+and Squire Jones's pony had been scared into a canter. The Squire, and
+Mrs. Jones, and the three Misses Jones, and Aunt Hephzibah had all been
+in the carry-all at the time, and they had all screamed when the pony
+began to canter. So the Squire had told the boys he "could not have any
+more of that dangerous nonsense in the streets," and they had all come
+out to Dr. Gay's pasture, on the side-hill, to-day, and they had eight
+kites among them.
+
+"Sim Vedder's coming, boys," said Parley Hooker. "He's been making a
+kite."
+
+"He?" exclaimed Joe Myers. "He's a grown-up man. What does he know about
+kites?"
+
+"There he comes now, anyway."
+
+They all turned toward the bars and looked, for not one of them had sent
+up his kite yet.
+
+"Oh, what a kite!"
+
+"It's as tall as he is."
+
+"No, it isn't. He's carrying it on his shoulder."
+
+"It's just an awful kite."
+
+Sim Vedder was the man who worked for Dr. Gay, and he was as thin as a
+fence rail. So was his face, and his hooked nose had a queer twist in it
+half way to the point.
+
+He was coming with what looked like an enormous kite trying all the
+while to get away from him.
+
+All the boys wanted to ask questions, but they didn't know exactly what
+to ask, so they kept still.
+
+"Kiting, are you? Well, just you let me look at your kites, and then you
+may look at mine. One at a time, now. Keep back. Make that kite
+yourself, Parley?"
+
+"Yes, I made it."
+
+"Had plenty of wood around your house, I guess. Your sticks are bigger
+than mine, and your kite is only two feet high, and mine's five. Look at
+it."
+
+He turned the back of his kite toward them as he spoke, and they saw
+that the frame-work of it was made of a number of very slender slips of
+what looked like ash or hickory wood.
+
+"Mine's made of pine," said Parley. "And yours'll break, too."
+
+"No, it won't. Well, maybe yours'll fly. Set it agoing. There's plenty
+of wind."
+
+Parley obeyed, and, mainly because there was indeed a good deal of wind,
+his heavy-made kite began to go up.
+
+"Joe," said Sim Vedder, "hand me that kite of yours."
+
+"Mine's a di'mond. I don't know how to make any other."
+
+"Do you suppose it'll stand steady, with those fore-bands so close
+together? No, it won't. Up with it, and see how it'll wiggle. Bob Jones,
+is that yours?"
+
+The third kite was meekly handed to him, for the more the boys stared at
+Sim's big kite, the more they believed he knew what he was talking
+about.
+
+"It isn't a bad kite, but those fore-bands are crossed too low. It'll
+dive all over."
+
+"There's plenty of tail, Sim. It can't dive."
+
+"Tail!--and a bunch of May-weed at the end of it! How's a kite of that
+size to lift it all? I'll show you," replied Sim.
+
+He was unfastening the fore-bands as he spoke, and now he crossed them
+again over his little finger, and moved them along till the kite swung
+under them, almost level.
+
+"That'll do. Now I'll tie 'em hard, and you can cut off your May-weed.
+There'll be tail enough without it. When I was in China--"
+
+"Was you ever in China?"
+
+"Yes, I was. That was when I was a sailor. I saw kites enough there.
+They spend money on 'em, just as we do on horses; make 'em of all shapes
+and sizes. Don't need any tails."
+
+"Kites without tails?"
+
+"Well, some of 'em have, and some of 'em haven't. It's a knack in the
+making of 'em. I've seen one like a dragon, and another like a big
+snake, and they floated perfectly. Only a thin silk string, either."
+
+"String's got to be strong enough to hold a kite," said Parley Hooker.
+"Look at yours."
+
+"Yes, mine's strong; it's made of fine hemp. But it isn't any heavier
+than yours. What do you want of a rope, with a kite of that size?"
+
+"It isn't a rope."
+
+"It's too heavy, though. Besides, you've tied pieces together with big
+knots in them. You can't send up any travellers."
+
+"What's that?"
+
+"I'll show you. Some call 'em messengers."
+
+Just then Parley exclaimed, "Sim! Sim! mine's broke! it's coming down!"
+
+"Broke right in the middle, where you notched your big sticks together."
+
+"Just where it needs to be strongest," said Joe, knowingly.
+
+"No, it doesn't. Look at mine."
+
+It was the biggest kite they had ever seen, and it came down square at
+the bottom; but it was not a great deal wider than Parley's. The curious
+part of it was the cross-sticks and fore-bands. What did he need of so
+many?
+
+"So many?" said Sim. "Why, the bands take the strain of the wind. If you
+put it all on the sticks, they'd bend or break. Don't you see? There's a
+band tied every two inches, and they all come together out here in the
+centre knot. It just balances on that."
+
+"Your tail's a light one."
+
+"It's long enough, and it spreads enough to catch the wind. It isn't the
+mere weight you want in a tail, if your kite's balanced. The wind blows
+against the tail as hard as anywhere else."
+
+"Won't yours ever dive?"
+
+"Of course it will, with a cross puff of wind; but it'll come right up
+again. That won't happen very often. I'll send her up. You wait and
+see."
+
+The other kites were all up now, except Parley's broken one, and most of
+them were cutting queer antics, because, as Sim explained, their
+fore-bands were tied wrong, and their tails "did not fit them."
+
+"The Chinese could teach us. But, the way we make kites, there's as much
+in the tail as in anything else."
+
+"Oh, but our kites are covered with paper, and you've put some old silk
+on yours."
+
+"Of course I have. It isn't much heavier. The Chinese use thin paper
+that's as good as silk. It won't wet through."
+
+"Wet? Oh, Sim, it looks as if a storm is coming now."
+
+So it did, and Sim's big kite was going up, up, up very fast, and he was
+letting the strong brown string run rapidly off from a sort of reel he
+held in his hand.
+
+"Pull in your kites, boys," shouted Parley. "Let's cut for home."
+
+"I want to see Sim fly his."
+
+"You all pull in yours, and we'll go into the cattle shed. It's only a
+shower. I can fly mine from the door."
+
+The shed was close at hand, and the door was a wide one. In three
+minutes more, just as the first drops came down, there was quite a crowd
+of boys behind Sim, as he stood a little inside, and watched his kite.
+His reel was almost empty now, and the big kite looked a good deal
+smaller than when it started.
+
+"How steady it is!"
+
+"It pulls hard, though."
+
+"There comes the rain."
+
+"Thunder and lightning too."
+
+Sim had fastened his wooden reel against the door-post, on a hook that
+was there, but he kept his hand on the string.
+
+"I declare, boys! Feel of that! The string's wet, and it's making a
+lightning-rod of itself."
+
+Parley and Joe and Bob, and two or three others, felt of it at once.
+
+"Lightning? Why, Sim," said Bob, "I know better than that. I've had an
+electric shock before."
+
+"That's all it is," said Parley.
+
+"Well," replied Sim, "didn't you ever hear of Dr. Franklin? We're doing
+just what he did. He discovered electricity with a kite. A wet kite
+string was the first lightning-rod there ever was in the world."
+
+"Lightning?" exclaimed Bob. "Don't you bring any in here. I won't touch
+it again."
+
+"Did lightning ever strike anybody when he was flying a kite?" asked
+Joe.
+
+"Not that I ever heard of," said Sim. "But it's beginning to pour hard.
+I'll reel in my kite till the storm's over."
+
+He unhooked his reel as he spoke, but it was well he took a good strong
+hold of it. The wind must have been blowing a gale up where the kite
+was, and the string was a very strong one for its size.
+
+"I declare! Why--"
+
+But the next the boys knew, Sim Vedder was out in the rain, with that
+kite tugging at him. He would not let go, and he could not stop himself,
+and the sloping pasture before him was all down hill. On he went, faster
+and faster, till his foot slipped, and down he went full length. He held
+on, though, like a good fellow, and there he lay in the wet grass, with
+the rain pouring upon him, tugging his best at his big kite.
+
+The wind lulled a little, and Sim began to work his reel. Slowly at
+first, then faster; and about the time the rain stopped, the wind almost
+died out, and the wonderful kite came in.
+
+"There isn't a stick of it broken," said Sim, triumphantly, "nor a
+fore-band. That's because they were made right, and put on so they all
+help each other."
+
+"Oh, but ain't you wet!" exclaimed three or four boys at once.
+
+Well, yes; he was, indeed, very wet.
+
+
+
+
+TWO NARROW ESCAPES.
+
+BY UNCLE NED.
+
+
+One evening last winter the children called upon their uncle Ned, who is
+a sailor, and just home from India, for a story. He willingly granted
+their request, and at once proceeded to tell them of a narrow escape he
+once made, as follows:
+
+"At the time of the occurrence I was staying at a small village called
+Yealah, in India, with a young friend in the civil service, who had a
+bungalow there. We used to amuse ourselves picking up shells on the
+beach in the cool of the evening, and later, sitting out enjoying the
+breeze and smoking our cheroots. One evening, however, our conversation
+was interrupted by a herd of buffaloes rushing past us at full speed,
+which we imputed to their being chased by a tiger. On the following
+morning our surmise proved correct, and we learned that a tiger had
+carried off a buffalo within two or three hundred yards of where we had
+been sitting on the previous evening. My friend, who was a keen
+sportsman, resolved to track the tiger; and I accompanied him, with a
+number of natives, who took care to keep at a safe distance in the rear.
+Following the broad track through the jungle, we soon arrived at the
+spot to which the tiger had dragged his prey, and here we found the
+mangled remains of the buffalo, but the tiger had betaken himself
+elsewhere to enjoy his siesta after gorging himself. We proceeded on
+cautiously; but as the jungle got very thick and tangled, my friend
+decided it would be imprudent to proceed any further, and we halted. We
+brought the butts of our rifles to the ground, and being of a botanical
+turn, I stooped to pick up a flower. At that moment a tremendous roar
+echoed through the forest, and seemed to stun me. I staggered a little,
+as if from a blow; but recovering myself, grasped my rifle, for I
+immediately guessed it was the tiger. My friend, with an exclamation,
+'What an escape!' dashed away to the right, and I was about to follow, I
+knew not exactly whither, when he made his appearance, to my intense
+satisfaction.
+
+"His first exclamation was, 'The brute has got away. Just like my luck.'
+And then he added, 'What a lucky escape you had!'
+
+"'What do you mean?' said I.
+
+"'Why, don't you know that, as you stooped down to pick the flower, that
+tiger sprang at you, and missed you by a few inches?'
+
+"I confess a cold sweat broke out over me, and I inwardly thanked the
+Almighty for my providential escape.
+
+"As my story is rather a short one, I will tell you another of a lucky
+escape I witnessed; though first I should mention that soon after this
+affair my friend paid with his life for the temerity with which he
+tracked tigers in the jungle.
+
+"The brig to which I belonged was proceeding from Rangoon, and one
+evening, after having come to an anchor abreast of a small inlet just
+above Elephant Creek, at the mouth of the Irrawaddy, I accompanied the
+skipper and a friend in the boat up the inlet to a small village to
+procure a supply of fruit. On our return my companions expressed their
+determination to bathe; but as I did not feel inclined to do so, I
+seated myself in the stern, and taking out of my pocket one of Scott's
+novels, amused myself with reading until they should have completed
+their bath.
+
+"About five minutes had elapsed, and the skipper was alone in the water,
+when my attention was aroused by shouts and screams from the villagers,
+who were hurrying down to the water's edge. Turning round, I saw my
+captain, for whom I had no great affection, exerting every muscle to
+gain the bank, from which he was still at a considerable distance. Not
+seeing anything to account for the hubbub, my first impression was that
+a child had fallen into the water, and that he was swimming to the spot
+of the accident to save it. In an instant I directed the Lascars to
+'give way' with the oars, and seizing the helm, steered as nearly as I
+could guess in the direction to which the gestures of the Burmese
+appeared to point. Before I reached the point the skipper disappeared
+beneath the water; but, full of the preconceived impression, I imagined
+that he was diving in search of the child. A few strokes and we were at
+the spot, but it was not until the Lascar crew lashed their oars
+violently into the water that the truth flashed upon me. It must be an
+alligator that was pursuing him; and soon all doubt was removed, when
+the master, a few moments later, rose at a short distance from us in a
+spot where he could feel the bottom, and ran quickly ashore, his
+shoulder bleeding profusely. The whole transaction occupied a very short
+time, and the wounded master was conveyed on board the brig with all
+dispatch.
+
+"On inquiry I learned that the alligator had been first seen by the
+Burmese, who gave instant notice of his approach, as before described,
+and the warning was as quickly comprehended by the captain. All his
+exertions to escape were, however, unavailing, and he felt himself
+seized a little below the shoulder. By a convulsive effort he succeeded
+in shaking off his cruel antagonist, and again struck out. The animal,
+however, again advanced, and seizing him nearly by the same place,
+dragged him under the surface for an instant or two, when the splashing
+of the oars compelled him to relax his hold. On examination it proved
+that the arm, although severely lacerated, was not so much injured as to
+incur the necessity of amputation; and being placed under medical care
+at Rangoon, the skipper was soon enabled to resume his duties."
+
+
+
+
+[Begun in No. 19 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, March 9.]
+
+ACROSS THE OCEAN; OR, A BOY'S FIRST VOYAGE.
+
+A True Story.
+
+BY J. O. DAVIDSON.
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+TOWED BY A WHALE.
+
+"Have you ever seen a whaler, lad?" asked old Herrick, as Frank came on
+deck the next morning. "Well, here's one for you _now_, anyway!"
+
+There, sure enough, on the very edge of the great weed prairie which was
+now almost left behind, lay a large vessel, with her sails hanging
+loosely against the masts. Alongside of her floated a huge black and
+white mass, which a second glance showed to be the carcass of a whale,
+while the thick black smoke that rose from between her masts told that
+the work of "trying out" the oil was going briskly forward. This was
+just the sight for Austin, who, in the long winter evenings at home, had
+devoured every account and engraving of the whale-fishery that he could
+lay his hands on. He was still gazing, when Herrick touched his arm.
+
+"See them two boats yonder, my boy? They've struck another whale, or my
+name ain't Herrick."
+
+The whaler's boats were about three miles off, pulling as if for life
+and death. The other end of the line attached to each was under water,
+but the disturbance of the surface showed that some large object was in
+violent motion below. Suddenly both crews "backed water," while a man
+leaped into the bow of each boat, axe in hand, ready to cut the rope
+should the whale attempt to drag them under.
+
+The next moment the huge black body broke through the seething foam with
+a lash of its tail, which, as Herrick said, "sounded like a church tower
+a-fallin' flat on an acre o' planks." In flew the boats, one on each
+side, up sprang the harpooners, whiz went the well-aimed weapons, and
+the wounded whale, giving a leap that set the whole sea boiling, turned
+and came right down upon the _Arizona_, as if taking _it_ for the
+assailant.
+
+[Illustration: TOWED WITH THE SPEED OF A LOCOMOTIVE.]
+
+Frank turned pale in spite of himself, for the charge of this moving
+mountain seemed able to crush the strongest ship like an egg-shell. But
+just as it was about to strike the bow, the monster turned again, and
+made for the distant whaler, towing the two boats after it with the
+speed of a locomotive.
+
+"Bully for you, mates!" shouted a harpooner, as they flew past. "Ye've
+turned the critter for us, and now she'll tow us aboard without our
+pulling a stroke!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+On the sixteenth night of the voyage, Frank was sitting on the
+fore-hatch, admiring the brightness of the moon. Eight bells (8 P.M.)
+had just been struck, when the ship's officers were seen crowding
+together on the after-deck with an appearance of considerable
+excitement. Before any one could guess what was the matter, one of the
+men uttered a cry of astonishment, and pointed upward.
+
+[Illustration: THE ECLIPSE.]
+
+The moonlight had become suddenly obscured, not by mist or clouds, but
+by a huge circular shadow, which moved steadily across the bright disk,
+blotting it out inch by inch.
+
+"It's a 'clipse, that's what it is," said one; "and I heerd Mr. Hawkins
+say this minute as some feller ashore, months and months ago, said it ud
+come this very day and hour. Queer, ain't it, for any land-lubber to be
+so 'cute?"
+
+The darkness steadily increased, till the men could barely see each
+other's faces; and with the unnatural gloom, a solemn silence fell upon
+one and all. Not a word was spoken, not a sound heard, save the rush of
+the steamer through the great waste of black waters. But the return of
+the light at length unchained all tongues, and many a quaint comment was
+made upon what they had just seen.
+
+"Guess the moon's got one side bright and t'other dark, and when she
+slews round, she brings the dark part broadside on."
+
+"Not much, I reckon; it's them wet clouds goin' back'ard and for'ard
+over her that spile her polish, same way as the spray rusts our
+b'ilers."
+
+"Shouldn't wonder; for a book-l'arned feller told me once that the sun
+hisself's all black inside, and them spots ye see on him's jist the
+black a-showin' through the gildin', like a darky's skin through the
+holes in his shirt."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The signs of their approach to land now became unmistakable. The sea
+took a greenish tinge; numerous vessels were seen heading the same way
+as themselves; and various birds, of a kind never met far from shore,
+came fluttering around them. Frank, too much excited to go below,
+perched himself in the rigging, and strained his eyes to catch the
+earliest glimpse of Europe. But Africa came first, in the shape of the
+Tangier Light; nor was it till 4 A.M. that the haze lifted, and a huge
+dark mass was seen looming on the port bow, the sight of which made the
+boy's heart leap, for it was the Rock of Gibraltar.
+
+[Illustration: THE ROCK OF GIBRALTAR.]
+
+As the dawn brightened, all the grand features of the scene came forth
+in their full splendor. The long purple range of the African mountains,
+ending in the bold headland of Ceuta, far away to the southeast; the
+wide blue sweep of the bay, with the dainty little white town of
+Algeciras planted on it, like an ivory carving; the flat sandy neck of
+"neutral ground" between the Rock and the mainland, with all its
+countless memories of war, from the old-world battles of Spaniard and
+Saracen to the day when the combined fleets of France and Spain swept it
+with the fire of 1800 cannon; the bristling masts of the harbor; the
+long gray curve of Europa Point; the mighty fortress itself, with the
+narrow eyes of levelled cannon peering watchfully through the terraced
+rocks that loomed against the bright morning sky like a thunder-cloud;
+the blue Spanish hills, wave beyond wave, melting at last into the warm,
+dreamy horizon; and right in front the white houses of Gibraltar,
+huddled together along the base of the cliff, as if (to quote old
+Herrick) "they'd been playin' snow-sled, and all slid down in a
+heap"--all were there.[1]
+
+[Illustration: A GIBRALTAR FRUIT BOAT.]
+
+To get into Gibraltar Harbor is no easy matter; but the _Arizona_,
+following in the wake of an English mail-steamer, reached her berth at
+last, and had barely cast anchor when she was surrounded by a perfect
+fleet of "shore-boats" freighted with oranges, figs, bananas,
+cocoa-nuts, monkeys,[2] parrots, and everything else that any sailor
+could be expected to buy.
+
+The screams of the parrots, the chattering of the monkeys, the bumping
+of the boats against each other, the clatter of the oars, the angry
+outcries of the boatmen, in Spanish and broken English, whenever a
+monkey or a parrot fell overboard, or a fruit basket got upset, made a
+deafening uproar. An English man-of-war, anchored close by, was
+similarly beset; and a mischievous sailor had just lassoed a monkey out
+of the nearest boat, against which outrage both Jocko and his master
+were protesting with all the power of their lungs. Frank lost no time in
+buying a stock of oranges, and tossed a quarter to the tall, black-eyed
+boatman, whose embroidered jacket, brown handsome face, and round flat
+hat with a jaunty cockade on one side of it, made a very striking
+picture. The Spaniard rang it on a knife-blade, tested it with a hard
+bite from his strong white teeth, and then tied it up in the
+handkerchief around his head, with a bow and a "Gracias, senor" (thanks,
+sir), worthy of any grandee in Spain.
+
+"What a fine fellow!" cried Frank, enthusiastically.
+
+"Ay, ain't he?" growled an old tar who overheard him. "If I'd a loose
+tooth in my head, I'd yank it out 'fore comin' here, for fear some o'
+them 'fine fellers' ud steal it!"
+
+"You don't say!"
+
+"Fact; and that's why we never let none on 'em aboard. I guess the old
+sayin's true enough, 'The Spanish wines steals all heads, the Spanish
+women steals all hearts, and the Spanish men steals everything.'"
+
+The captain, purser, and doctor had gone ashore with the ship's papers;
+but to the no small dismay of the crew (who had expected a long stay in
+port) a signal was suddenly reported to "up anchor" at once. So the
+chain-cable was passed around the capstan, the bars manned (for the
+convenient fashion of getting up the anchor by steam was not yet adopted
+by the _Arizona_), and to work they went.
+
+The slack of the chain came in easily enough; but to "break" the anchor
+out of the mud was a harder matter. Up came more men--up came even the
+"trimmers and heavers" from the engine-room; the bars bent with the
+pressure of six sturdy fellows apiece, but the anchor never budged. The
+perspiration rolled down the bronzed faces of the sailors, and their
+brawny chests heaved like bellows with the strain; but all to no
+purpose.
+
+Suddenly a "flaw" of wind made the vessel heel, bringing more pressure
+on the chain. The crew made a desperate effort, and seemed about to
+conquer, when snap went a bar. The capstan spun back, the men were
+dashed along the deck like nine-pins, and one poor fellow, jammed
+between the chain and the hawse-pipe, had his hand cut in two as if by
+an axe.
+
+"Hello, Yankee Doodle!" shouted a voice from the British ship, "can't
+git up yer mud-hook, eh? Shall we send a boy down to lift it for yer?"
+
+Frank's eyes flashed fire at the taunt, and the roar of laughter that
+followed. Forgetting everything in the passion of the moment, he sprang
+upon the capstan, and shouted:
+
+"Mates, are we going to let that Britisher laugh at us? Not much!
+Come--all together; now!"
+
+The excited men answered with a deafening cheer, and bent to their work
+like giants. One tremendous heave, and up came the anchor at last. Round
+and round they spun, leaping over the cable, which was now coming
+rapidly in; and while Frank cheered and waved his cap like a madman,
+they ran the anchor up "chock-a-block," just as Captain Gray and his
+officers came up the side.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] Most engravings of Gibraltar give a very imperfect idea of its
+position, which may be best conveyed by representing the Spanish coast
+as a door, and the Rock as the knob of its handle. The latter's seaward
+face is a pretty close copy of the Hudson Palisades.
+
+[2] The Rock of Gibraltar is the only spot in Europe where monkeys are
+found running wild.
+
+
+
+
+THE ROYAL BLACKSMITH.
+
+BY FLETCHER READE.
+
+
+There was born one day in the grandest palace that ever the sun shone
+upon a child whose life was for many years a sad and weary one. He was a
+cripple from his birth; and the Queen his mother, whose heart was so
+full of pride that there was no room left in it for love, hated the
+innocent babe, and refused to take him in her arms.
+
+He, poor fellow, would no doubt have been as handsome as any of us if he
+had been consulted about the matter; but as no one asked him whether he
+would prefer being ugly or beautiful, he could hardly have been to blame
+for coming into the world with one leg longer than the other.
+
+The Queen, however, did not stop to think of this. The longer she looked
+at him, the more angry she became, until at last, when no one was
+looking, she snatched him from his cradle, and threw him out of the
+window.
+
+Down through the blue air fell the baby boy; still down and down, till
+he reached the sea. Stretching out their arms as if to welcome such a
+royal playfellow, the waves clapped their white hands, until the little
+Prince crowed and cooed for joy.
+
+Far away beneath the waves lived two nymphs named Eurynome and Thetis,
+who, when they heard what had happened, decided to adopt the child.
+Hastening to his assistance, Thetis took him in her arms, and the two
+hurried along under the sea until they reached the home which they had
+made for themselves in one of the loveliest of the ocean caverns.
+
+Here the boy lived for many years, but he could not forget his old home
+among the mountains of Olympus.
+
+"I shall never be happy," he said to himself, "until I regain my
+rightful place among the sons of Zeus."
+
+He had already displayed great skill in carving, and the little grotto
+of Thetis was like a piece of wonderland, fitted and furnished with all
+manner of curious ornaments made by the lame boy, Hephaestus.
+
+As he grew older he resolved to turn his talents to account, so he made
+friends with the Old Man of the Sea, an elderly gentleman of uncertain
+temper, who spent his time in sailing over the ocean in an enormous
+shell drawn by sea-horses.
+
+To him Hephaestus brought a trident, hoping that the gift would induce
+him to offer the young exile his assistance in making peace with the
+Queen.
+
+Now this trident was a magical three-pronged spear, with which the owner
+could still the waves in their wildest fury. It was therefore almost
+invaluable to the old sailor; but although he accepted the gift, and
+praised the workmanship, he forgot to thank the workman, and sailed
+grandly away.
+
+It was not long after this that the lame Prince, walking one day through
+the woods, fell in with a band of wandering musicians.
+
+Some were dancing; others were singing; and as he examined them more
+closely, he saw that they had legs and hoofs and even long ears like
+goats.
+
+While he stood looking with wondering eyes at these fantastic beings,
+the leader of the band suddenly approached him, and said,
+
+"What aileth thee, my brother? Tell me thy trouble, that I may make thee
+glad again, for I can not abide a sorrowful countenance."
+
+"I am called Hephaestus," replied the Prince; "but I know not who you may
+be, to call me brother."
+
+"You will be wiser when you are older," laughed his new friend. "It is
+enough for you to know now that I am a son of Zeus. But I like not the
+solemn grandeur of the court, so I live in the woods, keeping holiday
+all the year. These fauns and satyrs are my friends; and if you will
+join our company, I can promise you a merry life and a long one."
+
+But Hephaestus shook his head.
+
+"I can never be happy," he said, "until I have won the love of the
+Queen-mother. To do that I must show her that I have gifts quite as
+valuable as beauty; but I have no one to plead my cause, and I, alas! do
+not know the way to Olympus."
+
+"If that is all your trouble," answered the merry man of the woods, "set
+your heart at rest, for I myself will present you at court."
+
+With these words, the good-natured Bacchus threw the skin of a wild
+beast over his shoulders, and the two travellers became the best of
+friends as they journeyed together along the road which lies between the
+wooded heights where the satyrs dance, to the hill where the Olympian
+palace hides half its rosy towers among the clouds.
+
+The Queen at first would not recognize her son; the unhappy Prince hung
+his head, and the assembled courtiers laughed long and loud at the
+awkward silence of the youth.
+
+Bacchus, however, was not to be frightened by laughter, however
+inextinguishable, and he pleaded his brother's cause so well that the
+Queen finally consented to overlook his ugliness, and ordered that a
+palace be built for him.
+
+"All I ask," said the Prince, "is a workshop, a pair of bellows, and a
+forge."
+
+"Then you are not my son, after all," exclaimed the Queen. "You are
+nothing but a poor blacksmith."
+
+"'Tis true I am a blacksmith," he answered, "but I will show you that I
+am no common workman."
+
+Concealing her astonishment, the Queen ordered his request to be
+granted, and Hephaestus, glad but silent, limped away.
+
+Day after day found him at his work; and at length one morning, when the
+King and Queen were sitting in their banqueting hall, the doors were
+thrown open, and there appeared at each entrance a golden table laden
+with nectar and ambrosia.
+
+One by one the tables walked across the hall as if they had been alive,
+and close behind followed Hephaestus, supported on either side by lovely
+maidens, fashioned, like the tables, out of gold.
+
+To the King he presented a golden sceptre and thunderbolts, which no one
+but Zeus himself could hold.
+
+"Thou art indeed our son," cried the King. "Choose what thou wilt, and
+it shall be given thee."
+
+Looking around the court, the eyes of Hephaestus rested at last on
+Venus--a Princess so beautiful that she was supposed to have been made
+of sea-foam.
+
+"Grant me, O Zeus, that I may have this lady for my wife," said
+Hephaestus.
+
+The request was granted almost before it was asked, and the wedding
+which followed was one of the most brilliant that had ever taken place
+in the country of Olympus.
+
+Venus, however, was as false as she was beautiful, and Hephaestus was
+often unhappy; but he consoled himself as best he could by keeping
+perpetually at work, sometimes making a brazen shield for one friend, or
+forging a suit of armor for another.
+
+So it came to pass that the lame boy Hephaestus, exiled from his father's
+court on account of his ugliness, became the world-renowned royal
+blacksmith, honored by all for his patient endurance of wrong, for his
+matchless skill, and for his loving service.
+
+
+
+
+THE BLUE GROTTO.
+
+BY JAMES B. MARSHALL.
+
+
+"Did you ever see any blue-colored people?" asked Miss Bertha, aged ten,
+shortly after my introduction to that young lady at Naples. I was forced
+to confess that, though my acquaintances had shaded from white to black,
+and brown to red, I had never been fortunate enough to boast of a blue
+one.
+
+"Oh, I saw 'most a hundred the other day!" said she, triumphantly. "Then
+did you ever see a silver-colored man?"
+
+"A silver-colored man? Miss Bertha dear, I have an idea that you have
+been to fairy-land."
+
+"He was a real silver-colored man," said she, very earnestly.
+
+"I suppose he was the King of the fairy-land you went to."
+
+"Oh no, he wasn't; he was a big boatman. But it was just like
+fairy-land; it was splendid!--really, just splendid!"
+
+It proved that the dear little enthusiast had been, a few days previous,
+on a visit to the Island of Capri to see the famous Blue Grotto; since
+which she had been startling people with her descriptions of blue folks
+and a silver man.
+
+Seeing that I couldn't have a better guide than Miss Bertha, the next
+morning we and a jovial party went on board of the tiny steamer that
+plies between Naples and the eighteen miles distant Island of Capri,
+hollowed under the cliffs of which the Blue Grotto is situated. The Bay
+of Naples, you know, is called the most beautiful in the world, and a
+sail across it is a lovely thing in itself. There are such glorious blue
+skies overhead, and such clear blue waters underneath, that the steamer
+appears to bear one through the air between two skies. Then, close to
+Naples, is seen that wonderful volcano, Vesuvius, with always a cloud of
+smoke curling lazily out of its crater. And, besides, the white houses
+of Naples are so built on a hill-side, the streets climbing to the top,
+that a few miles away that too is a handsome sight. Miss Bertha told me
+that they were the marble steps to the giant's palace, whose bird was
+carrying us to the enchanted island to show us the giant's jewel-room.
+Capri then looked like a distant light-house, merely a brown rock rising
+out of the sea.
+
+As we went bobbing over the waves it grew higher and higher, which Miss
+Bertha explained was the correct thing for it to do, until, when the
+steamer anchored a little distance from its cliffs, it rose straight up
+from the water to a dizzy height. A flock of little skiffs crowded
+around the steamer for the passengers, and Miss Bertha, taking charge of
+me, led me into one.
+
+"But the Grotto, where is it?" I asked, staring at the huge cliffs,
+straight at which our red-sashed boatman was rowing us as if to
+destruction.
+
+Skiff after skiff ahead of us was seen to be swallowed up in the cliffs
+in the most amazing way, and not an opening in the rocky wall to be
+seen. "You mustn't be afraid," said my sweet little guide, assuringly:
+"it won't hurt;" and she gave me her hand, that--perhaps I shouldn't
+tell--trembled a little, and directly its mate stole into my grasp.
+
+"Lie low down," said our boatman, when the skiff was within a few feet
+of apparently smashing against the cliff.
+
+"And shut your eyes tight," said Miss Bertha, screwing up her eyes so
+tight that she showed all of her pretty white teeth in the funniest way.
+The skiff scratched and bumped on the rocks a few times, and then
+floated clear.
+
+The bright sky was gone, the gulls flying about the cliffs were gone,
+the steamer was gone, and the cliffs themselves were gone: we had
+slipped under them, through a tiny opening, and were in the Blue Grotto.
+The blue roof rose high above us, and there was ample room within the
+Grotto for many times the numerous blue skiffs filled with blue-haired
+blue people, all dressed in blue clothes, and breathing blue air. That
+is just the way we appeared. The water was lighter-colored than the air,
+and when a boatman jumped overboard, his every action being distinctly
+seen, he seemed to be flying in air, and not diving in water. It gave
+one a weird crawly feeling to see him, and when he came to the surface
+it seemed to be the most natural thing for him to tumble back to us
+after capering around in the sky. Then he crawled out on a rock to allow
+the water to drain off his clothes, and then it was that Miss Bertha's
+promise of a silver man was made good. He stood there a moment,
+appearing like a burnished silver statue, and the trickling drops as
+they fell from him sparkled with silvery glitter.
+
+An oar splashed in the water sent the drops flying into the blue air, to
+glimmer there in silver brightness a moment, like a patch of the starry
+Milky Way on a frosty night.
+
+"Isn't it lovely!" said Bertha, clapping her hands joyfully; "and you
+can get a whole handful of silver by just reaching for it, but you can't
+keep it." She grasped the blue water as she spoke, and it escaped
+through her fingers in glittering drops, as if a handful of coins was
+melting in her palm. Whatever is held in the water assumes, for the
+time, this silver-color, and the blades of the oars shone as though the
+Capri boatmen were so rich that they had made them of pure silver.
+
+For hundreds of years the Grotto was known to exist somewhere under the
+cliffs of the island, but so small is the entrance that it was not
+rediscovered until this century. It can not be entered except the sea
+around the island is very calm; and as all the beautiful effects are due
+to the refraction of light, the bright mid-day sun should be shining
+without.
+
+
+
+
+THE ALBATROSS.
+
+
+[Illustration: A SKIMMER OF THE SOUTHERN SEAS.]
+
+Far away in the desolate South Seas there lives a large and beautiful
+bird called the albatross, the giant member of the petrel family. The
+wandering albatross (_Diomedea exulans_) is the largest of its tribe.
+Specimens have been captured measuring four feet in length, and with an
+expanse of wing from ten to fourteen feet. The body of this bird is very
+large, its neck is short and stout, and its head is armed with a
+powerful hooked beak from six to eight inches long. It is snowy,
+glistening white, its long wing-feathers tipped with black.
+
+Its mighty strength of wing renders it the admiration of all navigators,
+who fitly name it the lord of the stormy seas. In the desolate regions
+where it lives the sailors hail its appearance with delight, as it comes
+sailing around the ship with majestic, careless flight, rising, sinking,
+now swooping down to seize some cast-off mouthful of food, now poising
+high above the mast-head, moving with the ship at the most rapid speed,
+and yet with scarcely a perceptible movement of its gigantic wings.
+
+In storm or calm the albatross is master of the wind and waves. Sailors,
+straining every nerve to guide the laboring, struggling ship through
+tempestuous seas, look up, and see far above their heads the albatross
+calmly breasting the gale, its majesty unruffled, and its great
+out-stretched wings as motionless as on a still, sunny day. Its strength
+of flight is marvellous, and is said to be superior to that of any other
+bird. Sailors have captured these royal inhabitants of southern polar
+regions, and marked their glistening breasts with spots of tar, that
+they might distinguish them and determine their power of endurance; and
+in several instances the same bird has followed a ship under full sail,
+before the wind, for seven days and longer, circling round and round,
+and apparently taking no rest, its sharp eye always watchful for any
+refuse of food cast overboard by the sailors.
+
+The albatross is very voracious, and easily caught, as it is neither
+cunning nor shy. As it lives in desolation, and has little to do with
+men, it knows nothing of trickery, nor dreams of the plots laid against
+its royal freedom. An interesting account is given of the capture of an
+albatross by an officer of a French ship. It was a sunny, windy day, and
+the vessel was speeding along near the dreary Tierra del Fuego, when a
+great shadow like a cloud passed over the deck. On looking up, the
+officer saw an immense albatross, its white breast glistening like snow,
+floating aloft with wide-spread wings. Wishing to examine the bird more
+closely, he gave orders for its capture. Fastening a piece of fat pork
+to a strong hook attached to a line, a sailor threw it overboard, and
+allowed full forty yards of cord to run out. The albatross soon descried
+the tempting morsel, and sweeping down in graceful circles to seize it,
+was soon securely hooked. The only show of resistance it made to being
+drawn on board was to extend its wings, and utter loud discordant cries.
+Once on deck, its grace and majesty vanished. It showed no fear, and the
+hook, still fastened in its beak, did not seem to annoy it; but no
+landsman could have been more awkward than was the albatross on the
+smooth rocking deck. It staggered and waddled clumsily, and tried in
+vain to lift itself with its wings. It showed considerable temper, and
+snapped furiously at all who approached, and the captain's dog, which
+came trotting up, full of curiosity over the strange visitor, received a
+terrible blow from the hooked beak, which sent him howling with pain to
+the most distant corner of the deck. As the officer was desirous to
+preserve the beak, breast, wings, and feet of this magnificent creature
+as souvenirs, he ordered the sailors to kill it, although he states that
+it impressed him as though he were commanding the execution of some
+royal personage.
+
+The albatross is an expert swimmer, and floats on the waves like a piece
+of cork, riding in undisturbed serenity over the lofty foaming crests of
+stormy billows. It is not, however, a good diver, and is obliged to
+subsist on whatever food comes to the surface. It might be called the
+vulture of the seas, for dead fish, floating carcasses of whales, and
+other sea refuse form its main diet.
+
+The habits of the albatross during the breeding season are still
+partially veiled in mystery, as the desolate mossy headlands of Tristan
+d'Acunha, Inaccessible Island, and other lands lying far to the
+southward, where the albatross makes its nest, are visited only at rare
+intervals. The island of Tristan is circular, and almost entirely
+volcanic, and on the summit of its cliffs, which rise a thousand feet
+above the sea, on broad dreary plains of dark gray lava, the albatrosses
+gather some time during November, and prepare themselves nests.
+Selecting some space free from tussock-grass, the bird scrapes together
+a circle of dried grass and clay, in which it lays one egg about the
+size of a swan's, white, with a band of small brick-red spots round one
+end. But few naturalists have been able to visit these great breeding
+warrens, and none have determined how the albatross lives and feeds its
+young during its absence from the ocean. It is certain that the great
+bird rarely leaves its nest, for there is a wicked little robber gull
+ever on the watch to break and eat the egg, should the mother-bird
+desert it for a moment.
+
+The young, when hatched, are snow-white, and covered with a soft woolly
+down. A traveller once climbed up the dangerous precipice of Tristan
+d'Acunha, and saw these young helpless things lying in the nests, while
+several hundred pair of parent birds were stalking awkwardly about. They
+all snapped their beaks with a great noise, and ejected from them an
+offensive oil--their only means of defense. The same traveller visited
+the place five months later, when he found all the young albatrosses
+sitting in their nests as before, but the old birds had all disappeared.
+It is supposed that an albatross must be a year old before it can fly;
+and as the parents depart some time in April for their ocean hunting
+grounds, and are never seen to return until the breeding season again
+comes round, it is astonishing what feeds and supports the young until
+they are able to hunt for themselves. Naturalists wonder over this
+point, and advance many different theories, but as yet no facts have
+been discovered in regard to the diet of the young and helpless bird.
+
+The albatross was formerly regarded with superstitious reverence by
+sailors, who considered this majestic companion which came around the
+ship in desolate icy seas as a bird of good omen; and to kill one was
+considered a crime that would surely be punished by disaster and
+shipwreck. Coleridge, the English poet, has written a wonderful poem on
+this superstition, called the "Rime of the Ancient Mariner," to which
+Gustave Dore, a French artist, has drawn a series of illustrations
+picturing the lonely frozen ocean, and the majestic, lordly albatross
+which the unhappy sailor shot with his cross-bow, thereby bringing
+misfortune and death on the goodly ship and its crew.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "KITTY, YOU CAN'T HAVE MY APPLE."--ENGRAVED FROM A
+PICTURE BY F. DIELMAN, BY PERMISSION OF R. E. MOORE, AMERICAN ART
+GALLERY, NEW YORK.]
+
+
+
+
+A BEAR STORY.
+
+BY EMILY H. LELAND.
+
+
+A good many years ago, when the century was young, there came to live in
+the big forests of Northern Vermont a man and his wife and their little
+boy. Partly because they liked to be high up out of the fogs and damp,
+and partly because there was little else but hilly land in that part of
+the country, they built their cabin at the top of a nice baby mountain,
+which was covered at the back with an immense orchard of maples and
+butternuts, but which was quite bare and steep at the east side, and had
+rocks cropping out which the farmer thought would be fine for building a
+good stone house with some day.
+
+It was long, hard work starting a farm in a place where there was
+nothing but woods; but after a year or so had passed by, and enough
+trees had been cleared away to make room for a corn field and a potato
+patch, and a little chicken-house and cow-shed had been added to their
+log-cabin, the young farmer used to sit down before their rough stone
+fire-place, with its bright crackling fire, and trot his boy to sleep
+upon his knee, while he watched the pretty young mamma putting away the
+supper things, thinking all the time what a rich and happy man he was.
+And when at last a pig-pen was joined to the cow-shed, and two cunning
+little pink-nosed pigs had been bought of a neighbor five miles away,
+and placed in it, he felt richer and grander than many a man does
+nowadays who owns a railroad.
+
+And how they grew, those pink-nosed pigs! They had a southern exposure,
+good drainage, plenty of dry leaves and moss for bedding, and an
+abundance of milk, with an occasional handful of cracked corn or a pint
+of mashed potatoes. How could they help growing? The farmer took great
+delight in feeding them, and his wife would sometimes ask him, with a
+laugh, "Now, Stephen, which do you love the most--the pigs or our little
+'Lisha?"
+
+Elisha was the baby's name. They hadn't thought of such names as Carl
+and Claude and Clarence in those days.
+
+One fine moon-lit night, late in the fall, after the corn had been
+husked and carried into the loft, and some of the big yellow pumpkins
+had been cut into strips and hung on long poles near the kitchen ceiling
+to dry, and others had been stored away for the cow's luncheons and the
+Thanksgiving pies, and the potatoes were safe in the cellar, and the
+onions hung in long strings above the mantel-shelf, this young farmer
+covered up the glowing coals in the fire-place with ashes, so they
+would keep bright and hot for the morning fire, and went to bed feeling
+quite well prepared for winter, for he had that day "banked" the house
+clear up to its queer little windows, and made the cow-shed and pig-pen
+and hen-house very cozy with loads of hemlock and spruce boughs.
+
+He was just dozing off to sleep, when all at once there sounded through
+the still, frosty air a long and terrible squeal from the pig-pen.
+
+The farmer did not wait for it to end, but bounced out of bed, tore away
+the clumsy fastening of the door, and rushed out with a war-whoop that
+could have been heard a mile away if there had been anybody to hear it.
+As he rushed he caught up a corn stalk that happened to lie in his way.
+A corn stalk was a foolish thing for him to pick up, but people seldom
+stop to think twice in such moments. He was around by the pig-pen in no
+time, and there he saw a great burly _something_ just lifting one of his
+dear little pigs over the top of the pen. He rushed upon him, and struck
+him over the head with the corn stalk. There was a joint in the corn
+stalk nearly as hard as a crust of bread, and the _something_ seemed to
+almost feel it through his thick fur, for he turned about and looked at
+the farmer, as if saying,
+
+"What do you want of _me_?"
+
+And there he was--a great, black, full-grown bear!
+
+"Drop him! drop him!" yelled the farmer; and he brought the corn stalk
+down upon the bear's nose. The bear dropped the pig very quickly, but he
+grabbed the man in place of it, and then commenced a grand wrestling
+match. The farmer was a strong man, and he was "fighting for the right."
+The bear was strong too, and being a little tired of wild honey and
+beech-nuts, he had made up his mind to have a little spring pig for his
+family's supper. As they pushed and pulled this way and that, the bear
+tripped against a stump, and down they came, bear and man, to the
+ground; and being near the steep hill-side, in about ten seconds they
+began rolling down, over and over, and faster and faster, bumping over
+rocks and hummocks, but never letting go, and never stopping until the
+bottom of the hill was reached.
+
+And then--
+
+Up got Mr. Bear, and made off down the valley at a slow trot, never
+stopping to say "good-night" or anything. And up got the farmer, and
+scrambled up the hill as fast as his bruised legs could carry him, and
+feeling of his ribs as he went, expecting to find half a dozen of them
+at least punching out through his night-gown. But they were not.
+
+At the door he was met by his wife keeping guard with the birch broom
+over her sleeping boy.
+
+"Oh, Stephen! what _was_ it?" she said, in a shivering whisper.
+
+"Oh! nothing but a bear, nothing but a bear," said the farmer.
+
+But the little pigs slept in the hen-house for the rest of the night,
+and the next day they had a stout log roof built over their heads.
+
+
+
+
+PROFESSIONAL DIVERS.
+
+
+One of the diver's earliest experiences is a disagreeable "roaring"
+sensation in the ears for some time after his first descent; but this is
+little felt after he becomes accustomed to his work. It is caused by the
+air pressure, which increases with depth. From the same cause the diver
+often experiences a sensation amounting to earache, which any one may
+test for himself by descending in a diving-bell. With regard to the mode
+of working, it is noteworthy that, instead of moving gradually outward
+after reaching the bottom, the diver usually gropes at once to the full
+length of his tether in the required direction, and then works slowly
+back to the starting-point. He considers this the safer method, partly
+because it leaves him at the finish directly at the place whence he has
+to rise.
+
+The length of time during which a diver can remain under water depends
+very much upon his own strength and experience, the steady care with
+which the air-pump is managed, and other circumstances. M. Frendenberg
+states that in the repair of the well in the Scharley zinc mines, in
+Silesia, two divers descended to a depth of eighty-five feet, remaining
+down for periods varying from fifteen minutes to two hours. Siebe,
+another authority on the subject, relates that in removing the cargo of
+the ship _Cape Horn_, wrecked off the coast of South America, a diver
+named Hooper made seven descents to a depth of no less than two hundred
+and one feet, and at one time remained down forty-two minutes--supposed
+to be the greatest diving feat ever achieved.
+
+
+
+
+JOE.
+
+BY MRS. MARGARET E. SANGSTER.
+
+
+  Bright brown eyes and tangled hair,
+    Rosy cheek beneath the tan,
+  Fearless head on shoulders square--
+    That is Joe, the little man,
+    Helping mother all he can.
+
+  Father is away at sea
+    (Oh, the vessel tarries long!):
+  Lonely would the cottage be,
+    Many a weary day go wrong,
+    But for Joe, with shout and song.
+
+  Rough the weather, fierce the gales,
+    Wild the nights upon the shore:
+  Oft the dear wife's courage fails,
+    When she hears the breakers roar,
+    Lest her sailor come no more.
+
+  Joe, with lion heart and leal,
+    Tells her it is safe outside;
+  That the deep sea does not feel
+    All the troubles of the tide;
+    That the good ship safe will ride.
+
+  Mother heeds her comforter:
+    He is only eight years old,
+  But his earnest words to her
+    Are as rubies set in gold--
+    Precious with a worth untold.
+
+
+
+
+MR. THOMPSON AND THE BUMBLE-BEE.
+
+BY ALLAN FORMAN.
+
+
+"Buzz, buzz-z, buzz-z-z," scolded old Mr. Bumble-Bee, flying around Mr.
+Thompson's head. Mr. Thompson didn't understand him, however, and only
+brushed at him impatiently, and said, "Get out!" in a tone anything but
+sociable; but the old bee kept flying around just the same, and
+complained in his drowsy voice: "Buzz, buzz-z, buzz-z-z. I wish you
+would go away. I want to get into my house, and I don't want you to see
+me. My family are in there, and we are making bread to-day, and unless I
+get home with the flour, my wife will scold awfully. Buzz, buzz-z,
+buzz-z-z."
+
+But in the mean time Mr. Thompson had fallen asleep, and the old bee sat
+down on the fence rail and watched him. "Hum, hum, hum," he murmured. "I
+guess that he has gone to sleep. I don't see what men want to stay awake
+for, anyway; they are not half so much trouble when they are asleep. And
+only listen how nicely he can buzz through his nose!--he really seems to
+be quite like a sensible bee."
+
+Now Mr. Thompson says he did not go to sleep at all; he says that he
+only closed his eyes, and in a few minutes he could understand every
+word that the old bee said.
+
+"He's a pleasant-looking man," buzzed the bee. "I wonder if he likes
+honey?"
+
+Mr. Thompson answered through his nose that he was very fond of it.
+
+"Sensible, too," said the bee, who thought (all bumble-bees do) that
+anybody who agreed with him must be sensible. Then, turning to Mr.
+Thompson, the bee murmured, in a more pleasant hum, "If you like honey,
+try some of this." As he said it he alit on Mr. Thompson's lips, and
+pressed some of the honey he had with him into his mouth.
+
+Mr. Thompson began to grow smaller, and as he shrunk in size, his light
+alpaca duster became gauzy, and formed itself into wings. Just as he had
+begun to wonder how long it would take him to shrink into nothing, the
+bee said, "There, I guess that will do."
+
+Mr. Thompson stretched himself, and found to his surprise that he was in
+reality nothing more than a large black bumble-bee. He shook his wings,
+arose, and, flying around for a few moments, settled on the fence rail.
+He has since told me that if it is true, as Mr. Darwin says, that men
+were evolved from the lower orders of animals, they made the greatest
+mistake of their lives when they left off their wings.
+
+"Well," remarked the old bee, "you look quite presentable. Won't you
+drop in and take dinner with me? My wife would be delighted to see you."
+
+Mr. Thompson thought how much he resembled a certain highly respectable
+old gentleman who was wont to invite his friends to his humdrum dinners,
+and buzz them unmercifully in the same drowsy way. But as he did not
+like to offend his new friend, he answered, politely, that he would be
+most happy, and followed him under the rail into a round hole that was
+the door of the bumble-bee's house.
+
+They entered a long cylindrical corridor, or, as the old bee expressed
+it, "arched at the top, sides, and floor." It was lined with the fibres
+of the wood, and was as soft as velvet. After walking some distance
+along the hall, they reached a part where it widened into a sort of
+parlor. Here Mrs. Bumble-Bee was seated, resting from the labor of
+bread-making.
+
+"Well, you are home at last," she buzzed, angrily. "I'll be bound you
+forgot the flour."
+
+"Why, my dear, don't you see it? I have it here," answered Mr. Bee,
+soothingly, pointing to two little yellow bundles on his legs.
+
+After greeting her guest, Mrs. Bee excused herself on the score of
+domestic duties, and busied herself in carrying the flour, or pollen,
+into the corridor above. Soon she returned, and after they had made a
+meal of bee-bread and honey, Mr. Bumble-Bee proposed to show his guest
+through his mansion. They passed through several long corridors, so
+constructed that the rain could not beat into the living-rooms, as Mr.
+Bee explained. One end of one of the upper galleries was securely walled
+up, and in another compartment lay three or four worm-like insects
+almost covered with bee-bread.
+
+"What is this room used for?" inquired Mr. Thompson.
+
+"This is the nursery," answered Mr. Bee, proudly.
+
+"Ah, indeed! And what are those white, ugly-looking grubs?"
+
+Mr. Bee looked aghast for a moment, but his surprise quickly turned into
+indignation, as he buzzed, angrily: "Grubs! grubs! ugly-looking grubs!
+Those, sir, are my children, sir, and I flatter myself that a more
+charming family does not exist. Grubs, forsooth! Out of my house, base
+insulter!" And before Mr. Thompson could apologize, Mr. Bee had pushed
+him out, and stung him on the end of his nose.
+
+He fell, and as he dropped from the rail he began to grow larger, and
+when he reached the ground he had assumed his natural proportions. He
+found himself lying in the same place beside the fence that he had
+occupied when the bee first spoke to him.
+
+When he related the story to his friends, some one suggested that he had
+dreamed the whole adventure. He gently touched his inflamed and swelled
+nose, and answered, in a grieved tone, "I suppose I dreamed this too."
+
+This argument was unanswerable, and Mr. Thompson is now engaged in
+writing a lecture on the habits and customs of the bumble-bee. Among
+other things he says, "Bumble-bees only consider those people sensible
+who agree with them"; and again, "Bumble-bees invariably think their own
+children the most beautiful and interesting creatures in existence."
+
+Which facts, if they are true, show the great superiority of men over
+bumble-bees.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON.
+
+BY EDWARD CARY.
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+After the close of the French and Indian war, Washington, then in his
+twenty-seventh year, married Mrs. Martha Custis, and settled down to a
+Virginia planter's life at Mount Vernon. His neighbors elected him again
+and again to the House of Burgesses of the colony--a body much like one
+of our State Legislatures. Here he did not talk much, but he kept close
+watch of matters, and knew, as nearly as he could, all the facts that
+were needed to make up his mind, so that he had a good deal of weight
+with other members, and yet was very modest. When he first took his seat
+in the House, the Speaker was directed to thank him, in the name of the
+people, for his great services as an officer. This the Speaker did in
+glowing terms, quite unexpectedly to Washington. Washington rose to
+reply. His face flushed; he struggled to speak; but could only stammer,
+and stood speechless and trembling. "Sit down, Mr. Washington," said the
+Speaker, with a smile. "Your modesty equals your valor, and that
+surpasses the power of any language that I possess."
+
+After Washington had been some ten years at Mount Vernon, looking
+forward to the peaceful and easy life of a wealthy farmer, certain
+things happened which seemed then of small account, but which were to
+lead to a great change in his career. The government of Great Britain
+undertook to raise money in America for use on the other side of the
+ocean. This government was made up of the King and the Parliament, and
+the Parliament was for the most part chosen by the people of England.
+The people of America were not allowed to choose any of its members, and
+when the British government declared that the Americans must raise money
+for it, the Americans had no one to vote for them or speak for them on
+that question. They thought that this was not fair. They were willing to
+pay the expenses of their own governments, because they had some voice
+in them, but they would not help pay the expenses of the British
+government, in which they had no voice.
+
+The British government passed an act which said that every written
+promise to pay money must be upon stamped paper, which could only be got
+by buying it from British officers. If the promise was not on this kind
+of paper, the man who signed it need not pay. The British thought this
+would bring in a good deal of money. But the Americans would not use the
+stamped paper. They seized that which was sent over, and burned it.
+Other kinds of taxes were tried, but the Americans would pay none of
+them. Washington took the side of his countrymen with great zeal. He
+wrote to a friend: "I think the Parliament of Great Britain have no more
+right to put their hands into my pocket, without my consent, than I have
+to put my hands into yours." But the British government insisted, and
+sent over troops to Boston to try and force the people to submit.
+
+Washington was one of a number who proposed that a Congress, or great
+meeting, should be called to arrange for resisting the taxes, and he
+was chosen to go to the Congress, which was held at Philadelphia in
+September, 1774. Meanwhile more soldiers were sent over. An attempt was
+made on the 19th of April, 1775, to seize some powder which the
+Americans had at Concord, near Boston, and the result was the battle of
+Lexington, where a good many Americans were killed, but where the
+British soldiers were finally driven back. Large numbers of men took
+their guns and gathered at Boston to watch the British troops, and keep
+them in the city. They came from Massachusetts and the other colonies
+called New England--from Connecticut and Rhode Island, and from New
+Hampshire and Maine.
+
+The Congress came together again in May, 1775, and Washington was also
+there. The battle of Lexington had been heard of, and the people were
+everywhere angry and excited.
+
+[Illustration: WASHINGTON TAKES COMMAND OF THE ARMY.]
+
+The Congress resolved to resist all attempts by the British to force the
+country to submit. It called for troops and guns and powder from the
+various colonies. It adopted the soldiers around Boston as a part of the
+"Continental Army," or the army of the whole country; it chose
+Washington as commander-in-chief, to have the direction of all the
+soldiers. When this was made known to him, he thanked Congress for the
+honor, but he added, "I beg it may be remembered by every gentleman in
+this room that I this day declare with the utmost sincerity I do not
+think myself equal to the command I am honored with." He also refused to
+take any pay for his services. "I will keep an exact account of my
+expenses," he said. "These, I doubt not, Congress will discharge, and
+that is all I desire." Washington hastened to Boston, learning of the
+battle of Bunker Hill on the way. He found some seventeen thousand men
+around Boston, and took command of them on the 3d of July, under a great
+elm-tree, on the common in the village of Cambridge. He was then
+forty-three years old, and a very tall and fine-looking man. His
+features were large, his eyes were of a pure blue, usually grave, but
+full of kindness, and at times very merry. His manners were gentle, but
+full of dignity, and they often seemed very cold to those not well
+acquainted with him, though at heart he was not cold.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PUCK AND BLOSSOM.
+
+From the German of Marie von Olfers.
+
+
+PART II.
+
+"Ow!" sobbed Blossom, "that hurt."
+
+"Never mind," said Puck, comfortingly, "things never go right the first
+time; it'll be better by-and-by."
+
+Then they went and they went, till they came to a great big pond. "This
+is a horrid world," sighed Blossom. "Hope we've dot to the end of it
+now. Hope we'll soon det back to our dood old egg."
+
+"But let's go see how it is over there first," said Puck. "Ducky, ducky,
+come and carry us across."
+
+"Ow! but then my little white frock will det all dirty," said Blossom.
+
+"What does that matter?" answered Puck; "we shall see how it is over
+there." Over there was very much the same as it was over here. The duck
+ducked them finely.
+
+"So you'll know how it is down here too," he said.
+
+Dripping, they stood upon the shore.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Ow! ow!" sobbed Blossom, looking very miserable indeed; "if it doesn't
+det better soon, I don't want to see anything more at all, I don't."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Of course it'll get better," said Puck; "the sun'll dry us." The sun
+looked out condescendingly from the clouds for a moment, and then
+disappeared. "Come, Blossom," said Puck, "who cares for the old sun!
+Just as though there wasn't fire anywhere but up there! There's some
+down here too. I know where it lives--down there in that little house."
+
+Yes, down there in that little house.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"In the ashes, inside the stove," said the cat, who was looking after
+things while the cook was away.
+
+"It's asleep," said Puck. "Wait; I'll soon wake it up." So he blew and
+he blew, but it would not wake up at all. The sparks looked out at him
+with grim and wrathful eyes, while Puck blew more and more madly on.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+At last it did wake up. It sprang out of the stove, wild and raging; it
+grew bigger and bigger; the children fled, the fire behind them--Blossom
+ahead, terrified, shrieking, screaming.
+
+The fire had caught Puck, had wrapped him round in a great sheet of
+flame!
+
+But Blossom cried, and cried, and cried, so bitterly that the fire was
+all put out, and there was nothing left but a great black smoke.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Then Puck gathered together all there was left of him, and they went
+sorrowfully on their way to find their egg.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Ah me! it was broken in two, and gone. But the nest was still hanging on
+the tree. In great haste they climbed in, never venturing to leave it
+again, and if they are not dead, they are sitting there still.
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]
+
+
+  SOUTH WINDSOR, CONNECTICUT.
+
+     We live near the Connecticut River, and when I am out of school I
+     hunt ducks and musk-rats. I like to ride horseback when I can get
+     a horse, which is not often, but I can row on the river. I have
+     two kittens to play with. One of them climbs up on father's back
+     when he is eating, and when he takes a bite Kitty will try to get
+     half of it. We live near woods, and in the summer we ramble in
+     them, and in the autumn we gather nuts. The land here is mostly
+     cultivated for tobacco, and on the tobacco lots and on the
+     river-bank we find a number of Indian relics. One of the boys here
+     found a store of arrow-heads. There were about one hundred
+     together. I am eleven years old.
+
+  B. D. ARCHER.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  FORT CUSTER, MONTANA TERRITORY.
+
+     I am ten years old. My papa is captain in the army. I have never
+     been to school, and can not write quite as nice a letter as some
+     other little girls of my age. I have a big brother who is
+     thirteen, and a sister two years and four months. My brother's
+     name is Willie. Last year he went off to school. Nannie, my
+     sister, says very funny things. Sometimes she will come running
+     in, and say, "I am so hunky dory I don't know what to do; want
+     sonton to neat." Can any little girl tell what this means? I read
+     a letter from an army girl who is older than I. I looked in the
+     register to see if her papa's name was there, and I found it. My
+     papa is in the Eleventh Infantry, and maybe Grace Henton and I
+     will meet some day. I hope she will see my letter.
+
+  ETTA M. GILBREATH.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  MANCHESTER, NEW HAMPSHIRE.
+
+     I like YOUNG PEOPLE a great deal. Papa gets it, and puts a pin in
+     and cuts it, and we look at it till dinner is ready. When I go to
+     bed, mamma reads it to me, and lays it on the little table, so I
+     can look at the pictures before I get up in the morning. On George
+     Washington's Birthday night I went to the barn to get Sallie, my
+     cat. I found her in an old barrel, and was going to tip it over,
+     when I heard something squealing a little squeal. There were two
+     little kittens there. Mamma named them George and Martha
+     Washington. I shall be six in May. I told all this to mamma, and
+     my name is
+
+  JOHN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  HARTFORD, OHIO.
+
+     Yesterday was Easter, and I and my little brother had twelve dozen
+     eggs hid. For dinner we decorated some with decalcomanie pictures,
+     and they were very pretty. I have thirteen little chickens, and a
+     pet hen which I call Nellie Gray. My canary is named Hettie. Some
+     of the young correspondents write of spring flowers, but I have
+     not found any yet.
+
+  MAUDE K.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  BISMARCK, DAKOTA TERRITORY.
+
+     We have plenty of Indians here, although there are not so many as
+     there were five years ago. They come now mostly in scouting
+     parties. The party is often as large as Custer's cavalry that was
+     here in 1877. Are there many of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE who
+     are fond of house-plants? I would like to hear what kinds they
+     have, and how they take care of them.
+
+  M. R. L.
+
+We think, judging from their letters, that a large number of the readers
+of YOUNG PEOPLE are fond of those beautiful household ornaments. Mary
+L. S. wrote a short time since from Arkansas: "My house-plants are my
+'pets,' and I assure you I derive as much pleasure from them as if they
+were animated." No doubt many others have the same feeling.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Clara Jaquith, in answer to Madison Cooper's question in YOUNG PEOPLE
+No. 21, says: "Somar Griffin, of Ohio, is a very old man. I do not know
+his exact age, but he is about one hundred and fifteen years old. He
+lost an arm about forty years ago by the falling of a tree."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  BROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
+
+     The other day a gentleman took dinner with my father, and told us
+     the following story: "A few years ago I spent several weeks with a
+     friend who owned a sheep ranch near San Antonio, Texas. I had a
+     very pleasant time hunting and fishing. One day my friend saw a
+     large wild-cat trying to get into a sheep corral. He seized his
+     rifle, and fired at the beast, and it ran off, pursued by the
+     dogs. That night, when we were all asleep in the tent, I was
+     awakened by a warm breath on my face. On opening my eyes I saw in
+     the dim fire-light the form of a large animal. I was very much
+     frightened, but I had sufficient presence of mind to close my eyes
+     and keep still. Suddenly the animal left me; and turning my head
+     slightly, I saw that it had gone to the other side of the tent,
+     and was eating some of our stores. Very carefully I arose, and
+     crept outside the tent, where was a pile of wood. Seizing a heavy
+     stick, I returned softly, and creeping up behind the beast, dealt
+     it a tremendous blow on the head with my club, which stunned it,
+     and I soon beat it to death. My companions were awakened by the
+     noise; and when we replenished the fire and examined the beast, we
+     found it to be an immense wild-cat. It had a bullet-wound in its
+     shoulder, and was no doubt the same one my friend had shot at in
+     the morning."
+
+  J. BURNET R.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  MONTCLAIR, NEW JERSEY.
+
+     I am so interested in the pets which other children write about
+     that I thought I would tell about Peggy, my gray kitten. She plays
+     marbles with me; and when I spin my top, she makes believe it is a
+     mouse, and you ought to see her go for it. When the kitchen door
+     is shut, and she wants to come in, she springs up to the latch,
+     holds on with three paws, and presses the latch down with the
+     other paw, and so walks in. I could tell ever so many funny things
+     she does, but I am afraid my letter would be too long.
+
+  HARRY A. (10 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  FORT ASSINIBOINE, MONTANA TERRITORY.
+
+     The Indians I wrote you about have lived in their tepees all
+     winter during the very, very cold weather--too cold for me to go
+     coasting. It was often 49 deg. below zero. These Indians have a
+     large number of ugly dogs, and sometimes they hitch them to their
+     travois. The names of the Indians here are Pegans, Gros Ventre,
+     Crow, Assiniboines, Bloods, and Crees. The Sioux and Nez Perces do
+     not come very near to us, as they are afraid our soldiers will
+     fight them. They sent a knife and a pipe to make peace with the
+     soldiers. All the Indians here are very poor, and are killing
+     their dogs and horses to eat, as the buffalo have all gone away.
+
+  BERTIE BROWN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  WEST BERN, NEW YORK.
+
+     I am eleven years old. I liked the music which was published in
+     YOUNG PEOPLE very much. My papa, who is teaching me music, taught
+     me to sing the sailor boy's song in No. 19. We had snow fall day
+     before yesterday to a depth of eight inches, and now (March 29)
+     the sleighs are passing on the road, although the spring birds are
+     hopping about on the trees in the orchard.
+
+  EUDORA S.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  PINEY POINT, MARYLAND.
+
+     I live in the country, and have two sisters and one brother. We
+     are all very much interested in the story, "Across the Ocean; or,
+     a Boy's First Voyage." The United States training-ship _Saratoga_
+     was lying in the Potomac River opposite our house last week. About
+     two hundred and fifty young men were on board, and they were
+     firing cannons almost all day. My cousin was on this ship a few
+     years ago, and he said the rules were very strict. The _Saratoga_
+     is a very large boat, and the sailors on board are both large and
+     small boys.
+
+  J. E. M.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  FRIOTOWN, TEXAS.
+
+     I am eight years old, and I live in Southwest Texas, which some
+     people think a very wild country. I came from Georgia. I have
+     never seen any Indians here, but I can look out the window and see
+     wild rabbits running, and I can hear mocking-birds sing. There is
+     a very odd bird here called chaparral. I went fishing last week on
+     the Frio River, and I saw some turtles sunning themselves, and
+     ever so many buffalo-fish swimming in the clear water. Mamma reads
+     YOUNG PEOPLE to me every evening.
+
+  ALFRED H. C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  PINE RIVER, WISCONSIN.
+
+     We are so glad when Saturday comes, for then papa brings YOUNG
+     PEOPLE. We each have a doll and a little wheelbarrow. We fill our
+     wheelbarrows with sand, and wheel them round. We bring in wood
+     sometimes. We want Santa Claus to come. We have some new hats, and
+     are not going to wear hoods any more. We want to wear pants and
+     not dresses, but mamma won't let us. Papa writes this, because we
+     can't write yet, but we have read our primer through.
+
+  CHARLIE (6 years) and FRANKIE (4 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  EAST WATERTOWN, NEW YORK.
+
+     I like the story "Across the Ocean" very much. I have two cats,
+     and a dog named Tip, and a canary named Ned. I am trying to study
+     architecture, and I have made a plan of a house and a church. I
+     like architecture very much, and mean to know all about it when I
+     am a man. I was ten years old the 2d of April. I came pretty near
+     being an April-Fool, didn't I? I have written this letter all by
+     myself, for grandma does not know I am writing.
+
+  FRANK T. W.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  INGLEWOOD, CHISWICK, LONDON.
+
+     It was my birthday yesterday, and my brother gave me YOUNG PEOPLE
+     for a present. My father and mother are in Italy, rejoicing in
+     sunshine and flowers. I have no pets to tell you about. We live in
+     a little village of red brick houses, and it is very pretty here.
+     I thank you for making the paper larger than it was at first. It
+     is lovely now.
+
+  MILDRED C. (12 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Mary B. L., a little six-year-old girl, of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
+sends the following in big capitals: "A fox went around where he knew
+there were some chickens. When he got there, he said,'Come down, and I
+will show you something more beautiful than you ever saw.' 'You talk
+very nice, but I can not trust you,' said a hen, 'so we can not come
+down.'"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Daisy W., of Rochester, New York, reports having made a cake by Puss
+Hunter's recipe, and it was very nice.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI.
+
+     We have two pet gold-fish which are turning black. Can any one
+     tell me what is the trouble with them?
+
+  VIRGIE C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  OGDENSBURG, NEW YORK.
+
+     I am ten years old, and study geography, and I would like to know
+     why Rhode Island is so called, when it is not an island. I live on
+     the St. Lawrence River. Last winter more than two thousand teams
+     crossed on the ice, and this season not even a man could cross on
+     foot.
+
+  ABNER C. P.
+
+The first settlement of Rhode Island was made on the island where
+Newport is now situated, and which contains about fifty square miles.
+The Indian name of the island was Aquetneck. There are various stories
+in regard to the origin of the present name, but the one generally
+accepted is that it was bestowed on account of a supposed resemblance to
+the Isle of Rhodes. The State was afterward named from the island.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+H. W. SINGER.--Your question is answered in Post-office Box, YOUNG
+PEOPLE No. 7.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SALLIE R. E.--Read the answer to F. S. in Post-office Box, YOUNG PEOPLE
+No. 22.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+J. H. KNOX.--March is considered the proper season.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+BESSIE C.--The best way to prevent your bird from eating its eggs is to
+put its food in the cage at night, so that when the breakfast hour
+arrives there will be something fresh and tempting to distract its
+attention. If it still persists in this troublesome habit, we fear there
+is no remedy for it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+C. S.--Your inquiry about coloring Easter-eggs came too late to be
+answered for this season, but you can practice now, so that by next
+Easter you will be able to color eggs "nicely." The best way is to
+purchase the coloring matter, as it comes in little packages already
+prepared, and with full directions for use. The way you propose would
+also be very pretty.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+WINNIE R.--Keyed musical instruments similar in form to the piano were
+in use several hundred years ago. The virginal, shaped like an
+old-fashioned square piano, was a favorite instrument at the time of
+Queen Elizabeth of England, and by some authorities is supposed to have
+been named in honor of the Virgin Queen, as she was called. The
+harpsichord, much in use during the last century, was shaped almost
+exactly like a modern grand piano. The honor of having invented the
+hammer which plays upon the strings of the piano now in use is claimed
+by several nations, but the credit is probably due to Italy, although
+the first pianos are said to have been made in Germany, probably in the
+city of Freyburg. The piano was first called the hammer-harpsichord,
+afterward by the Italian name forte-piano, as it could give both loud
+and soft tones, while the harpsichord produced only loud ones. The name
+was changed later to piano-forte. Pianos are first mentioned as being in
+use about the middle of the eighteenth century.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Idella G. S., Edward L. H., and some other young readers in the far
+South inquire what are the willow "pussies" which Northern children
+gathered with so much glee in the earliest days of spring. They are the
+blossoms of the common low willow which grows in great abundance at the
+North, and as they are the first signs that winter is passing away, are
+always heartily welcomed. The buds form in the autumn on the brown
+twigs, and with the first warm spring sun, long before anything green
+has started, they swell, and burst open the brown scaly covering,
+disclosing a soft, downy white ament, or blossom, resembling the toe of
+a white kitty. This resemblance is perhaps the reason why children call
+these early flowers "pussies."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A. ENGEL.--Directions for feeding mocking-birds are given in Post-office
+Box of YOUNG PEOPLE No. 13.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LOUIE T.--Your rabbit-hutch should be in a dry place, and should have
+two apartments. The sleeping-room should be boarded in, only you must
+have a door which you can open to clean it and supply it with fresh
+straw. The other apartment should have grated sides, and there is where
+the food should be placed. You must feed your rabbits regularly two or
+three times a day. They should have oats or bran for dry food, and
+carrot tops, cabbage leaves, and fresh clover frequently. If you have a
+yard, let them run in the grass an hour or more every day during warm
+weather.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+K. Post's request in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 22 for long English words, has
+been answered by Bertha F. H., H. P., Hattie N., Thomas J. F., Albert
+H. E., Kent K., Emily J. M., Fanny S., Bertie C., H. H. M., Edith C.,
+Willie H. H., Herbert N. T., G. A. Page, and others. To print all the
+words sent would occupy too much space. We give only a few of the
+longest. Supervacaneousness, unconstitutionality, interchangeableness,
+incomprehensibleness, anticonstitutionalist, disproportionableness.
+_Smile_s and _beleaguered_ have also been suggested, as one has a mile,
+the other a league, between the beginning and the end.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Favors are acknowledged from B. E. Mace, C. Hastings, Fred Burgess,
+William Winslow, A. H. Patterson, S. Brown, Jun., Lizzie C., Francis B.,
+Olive Russell, I. H. M., John Moody, "Mark Marcy," Eddie S. P., Henry
+S. P., Henry K., Willie Trott, Alvan G. W., Anna Wierum, Herbie E. L.,
+Lizzie M., Edwin Wilson, Addie Anderson, Lester O. B., Julius Weller,
+Royal, Effie Barker, Fanny Sumner, Altia Austin, Annie Carrier, D. J.
+Reinhart, Metz Hayes, Florence R. H., George Wing.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Correct answers to puzzles are received from Philip Cruger, T. H.,
+George Kyte, Maude K., Laura B. W., F. Ozias, "Sunbeam," Leon M. F.,
+Fanny S., Sallie Ely, George S. V., W. F. Bruns, E. B. Cooper, A. H.
+Ellard, "North Star," John Collins, Lillie MacCrea, Lily B., Annie C.,
+Charles Slattery, Hattie Norris, M. K. S., S. G. Rosenbaum, H. L. B.,
+H. K. Pryer, B. L. Townsend, Robert Davidson, M. O., Frank Paine,
+C. B. Howard, Allen Smith, George Schilling, Albert Hegeman.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.
+
+No. 1.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  I am composed of 8 letters.
+  My 4, 2, 6 is a boy's name.
+  My 1, 2, 7, 6 is a metal.
+  My 8, 3, 5, 1 is to stain.
+  My whole was an ancient king.
+
+  A. H. E. (13 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 2.
+
+ENIGMA.
+
+  My first is in hate, but not in love.
+  My second is in robin, but not in dove.
+  My third is in throw, but not in shove.
+  My fourth is in stare, but not in look.
+  My fifth is in line, but not in hook.
+  My sixth is in straight, but not in crook.
+  My seventh is in village, but not in town.
+  My whole is a fairy of much renown.
+
+  E. S. C. M.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 3.
+
+DIAMOND PUZZLE.
+
+In blast. A girl's name. A reptile. To pinch. In blast.
+
+  A. L. B.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 4.
+
+WORD SQUARE.
+
+First, a multitude. Second, a musical instrument. Third, to ascend.
+Fourth, a portion of time.
+
+  BIRDIE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 5.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  My whole is a South American river of 9 letters.
+  My 5, 3, 7 is a period of time.
+  My 6, 2, 8, 4 is a portion of the earth.
+  My 9, 1, 7, 8, 4 is to correct.
+
+  K. L.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 6.
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+A marsh. A tumult. Enormous. A State of the Union. To spread over. A
+rope used for a special purpose. Surrounded by water. To assent.
+Answer--Two trees.
+
+  RIP VAN WINKLE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 22.
+
+No. 1.
+
+Fifteen.
+
+No. 2.
+
+  D  roo  P
+  A   nn  A
+  I   n   N
+  S treet S
+  Y earl  Y
+
+Daisy, Pansy.
+
+No. 3.
+
+  S N O W
+  N A M E
+  O M E N
+  W E N T
+
+No. 4.
+
+Noli me tangere.
+
+No. 5.
+
+      A
+    A N T
+  A N G E R
+    T E A
+      R
+
+No. 6.
+
+Whittier.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Charade on page 296--Caterpillar.
+
+
+
+
+ADVERTISEMENTS.
+
+
+
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at
+the following rates--_payable in advance, postage free_:
+
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+
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+will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the
+Number issued after the receipt of order.
+
+Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY ORDER or DRAFT, to avoid
+risk of loss.
+
+ADVERTISING.
+
+The extent and character of the circulation of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE
+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.
+
+  Address
+  HARPER & BROTHERS,
+  Franklin Square, N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+CANDY
+
+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
+
+  C. F. GUNTHER,
+  Confectioner,
+  78 MADISON STREET, CHICAGO.
+
+
+
+
+FINE TROUT TACKLE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+We offer a fine 3 Joint Fly Rod, 15 yard Brass Reel, 100 ft. Linen Line,
+3 Flies, 3 Hooks to gut, & Leader, complete, by express for $5.00; by
+mail, postpaid, $5.50; sample Flies by mail, postpaid, 10c. each; per
+doz., $1.00; complete Catalogue Free.
+
+  =PECK & SNYDER=, Manufacturers,
+  124 and 126 Nassau St., N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+FISHING OUTFITS.
+
+CATALOGUE FREE.
+
+R. SIMPSON, 132 Nassau Street, N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+=100= _Scrap Pictures_, 10c.; 100 _Transfer Pictures_, 10c.; 12 _Floral
+Embossed Cards_, 10c.; 10 _Perforated Mottoes_, 10c.; 4 _Chromo
+Mottoes_, l0c.; 4 _Fine_ 6x8 _Chromos_, 10c.; 1 _Floral-Surprise_, 10c.;
+2 _Oil Pictures_, 9x12, 10c.; 2 _Reproductions_, 9x12, 10c.; 4 _Flower
+Panels_, 10c.; 2 _Stereo Views_, 10c.; 1 _Perfumed Sachet_, 10c.; 1
+_Lithograph_, 12x16, 10c.; 25 _Birthday Cards_, 10c. ALL for $1.00,
+postpaid. Stamps taken.
+
+J. W. FRIZZELL, Baltimore, Md.
+
+
+
+
+Old Books for Young Readers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Arabian Nights' Entertainments.
+
+     The Thousand and One Nights; or, The Arabian Nights'
+     Entertainments. Translated and Arranged for Family Reading, with
+     Explanatory Notes, by E. W. LANE. 600 Illustrations by Harvey. 2
+     vols., 12mo, Cloth, $3.50.
+
+Robinson Crusoe.
+
+     The Life and Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York,
+     Mariner. By DANIEL DEFOE. With a Biographical Account of Defoe.
+     Illustrated by Adams. Complete Edition. 12mo, Cloth, $1.50.
+
+The Swiss Family Robinson.
+
+     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.
+
+     The Swiss Family Robinson--Continued: being a Sequel to the
+     Foregoing. 2 vols., 18mo, Cloth, $1.50.
+
+Sandford and Merton.
+
+     The History of Sandford and Merton. By THOMAS DAY. 18mo, Half
+     Bound, 75 cents.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+CHILDREN'S
+
+PICTURE-BOOKS.
+
+     Square 4to, about 300 pages each, beautifully printed on Tinted
+     Paper, embellished with many Illustrations, bound in Cloth, $1.50
+     per volume.
+
+The Children's Picture-Book of Sagacity of Animals.
+
+     With Sixty Illustrations by HARRISON WEIR.
+
+The Children's Bible Picture-Book.
+
+     With Eighty Illustrations, from Designs by STEINLE, OVERBECK,
+     VEIT, SCHNORR, &c.
+
+The Children's Picture Fable-Book.
+
+     Containing One Hundred and Sixty Fables. With Sixty Illustrations
+     by HARRISON WEIR.
+
+The Children's Picture-Book of Birds.
+
+     With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY.
+
+The Children's Picture-Book of Quadrupeds and other Mammalia.
+
+     With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "SPRING, SPRING, BEAUTIFUL SPRING."]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=A Wonderful Clock.=--The most astonishing thing ever heard of in the
+way of a time-piece is a clock described by a Hindoo Rajah as belonging
+to a native Prince of Upper India, and jealously guarded as the rarest
+treasure of his luxurious palace. In front of the clock's disk was a
+gong, swung upon poles, and near it was a pile of artificial human
+limbs. The pile was made up of the full number of parts of twelve
+perfect bodies, but all lay heaped together in seeming confusion.
+Whenever the hands of the clock indicated the hour of one, out from the
+pile crawled just the number of parts needed to form the frame of one
+man, part joining itself to part with quick metallic click; and when
+completed, the figure sprang up, seized a mallet, and walking up to the
+gong, struck one blow that sent the sound pealing through every room and
+corridor of that stately palace. This, done, he returned to the pile,
+and fell to pieces again. When two o'clock came, two men arose and did
+likewise; and so through all the hours, the number of figures being the
+same as the number of the hour, till at noon and midnight the entire
+heap sprang up, and marching to the gong, struck one after another each
+his blow, and then fell to pieces.
+
+
+
+
+THE PENGUIN PUZZLE.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+With two straight cuts of the scissors change this fish into an absurd
+penguin catching a herring.
+
+
+
+
+CHARADE.
+
+
+  An Emperor kneels in sore dismay,
+    For his enemy cometh apace.
+  In this hour of need to whom shall he pray?
+    From which of his gods seek grace?
+  To his father's God, the One, the Alone,
+    He cried, and the answer burst
+  On his wondering eyes: a marvel shone,
+  Pledge of hope and help from the God unknown,
+    And that answering sign was my _first_.
+
+  Some voyagers weary of wooden walls
+    Are treading the land once more.
+  The father around him his children calls,
+    Their God, who had saved, to adore.
+  Seven angels all hasten God's answer to bring,
+    Of His promise the seal and the sign;
+  Arrayed is each one as the child of a King;
+  Together they rival the flowers of spring,
+    And together my _second_ they shine.
+
+  King Henry hath crossed over into France
+    With his lords and his nobles gay.
+  He would teach the Frenchman quite a new dance,
+    And bid him the piper to pay.
+  Such his design; but the end who can tell?
+    Who the fortunes of battle control?
+  One thing I aver, and none will demur:
+  If King Henry succeeds, 'twill be by the deeds
+    Of his soldiers, who carry my _whole_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=An Ancient Castle.=--The Czarowitz recently visited, with King Oscar
+II., the famous old castle of Gripshon, in Sweden. The old keeper showed
+the Czarowitz a heap of straw, and told him that his father, the present
+Czar, had used it as his bed in the year 1838. Alexander in that year
+accompanied his father, Czar Nicholas, to Sweden, and it was during
+their visit to the castle that that severe parent insisted upon making
+his son sleep on straw. It is popularly believed in Russia that the
+stern Nicholas never allowed his son and heir to sleep upon any more
+comfortable bed.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: ANTICIPATION. CONSTERNATION. CASTIGATION.
+
+LITTLE TOMMY'S FIRST (_AND LAST_) EXPERIMENT WITH HIS TOY SPIDER.]
+
+
+
+
+
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