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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, July 27, 1880 + An Illustrated Weekly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: June 6, 2009 [EBook #29050] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JULY 27, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie McGuire + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#PODDIE_AND_DICK_AT_THE_FREE_BATH"><b>PODDIE AND DICK AT THE FREE BATH.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#ROSE_AND_CATERPILLAR"><b>ROSE AND CATERPILLAR.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#VISITING_A_TEA_PLANTATION_PREPARATION_OF_TEA"><b>VISITING A TEA PLANTATION.—PREPARATION OF TEA.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_MORAL_PIRATES"><b>THE MORAL PIRATES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_CONFESSION"><b>A CONFESSION.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#POOR_BEN"><b>POOR BEN!</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_STORY_OF_THE_AMERICAN_NAVY"><b>THE STORY OF THE AMERICAN NAVY.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_STORY_OF_THE_DAISIES"><b>THE STORY OF THE DAISIES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OLD_HANNIBAL"><b>OLD HANNIBAL.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#SEA-BREEZES"><b>SEA-BREEZES.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_PITIFUL_HARE"><b>THE PITIFUL HARE.</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="#SOLUTION_TO_MONDDIA_PUZZLE"><b>SOLUTION TO MONDDIA PUZZLE.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#FIRE-EATING"><b>FIRE-EATING.</b></a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><a href="#A_RIDDLE_IN_RHYME"><b>A RIDDLE IN RHYME.</b></a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_553" id="Page_553">[Pg 553]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="386" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. I.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 39.</td><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York</span>.</td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tuesday, July 27, 1880.</td><td align='center'>Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align='right'>$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style='width: 100%;' /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 576px;"><a name="PODDIE_AND_DICK_AT_THE_FREE_BATH" id="PODDIE_AND_DICK_AT_THE_FREE_BATH"></a> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="576" height="600" alt="A FREE SWIMMING BATH.—Drawn by A. D. Shults.—[See next +Page." title="" /> +<span class="caption">A FREE SWIMMING BATH.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by A. D. Shults</span>.—[<span class="smcap">See next Page</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_554" id="Page_554">[Pg 554]</a></span></p> + +<h2>PODDIE AND DICK AT THE FREE BATH.</h2> + +<h3>BY UNCLE FRANK.</h3> + +<p>"Dick, Uncle Fritz'll never come!" exclaimed Poddie Monell, with an +impatient stamp of his foot, and once more he peered anxiously through +the bars of the gate at the South Ferry.</p> + +<p>"Hold on; don't be so sure, old fellow; there he comes now," said Dick; +"look just beyond the Elevated. Let's go meet him."</p> + +<p>"Keep cool, boys, keep cool; don't rush; there's plenty of time," said +the gentleman, kindly, giving a hand to each; and crossing the street, +they sauntered leisurely along one of the broad walks of the Battery.</p> + +<p>"Which of the free baths are we going to, and what are they like?" asked +Dick, whose mind was always travelling ahead of time in a curious +fashion.</p> + +<p>"We are going to the Battery bath, because it is nearest. They are all +pretty much alike, however," replied his uncle.</p> + +<p>"Do tell us all about them," begged Poddie, earnestly, "for I want to +know if they're anything like our bath at Central Park—whether they +have hanging rings, a flying trapeze, and places to dive off of."</p> + +<p>"Well, no, they don't indulge in the first two luxuries, but they have +plenty of space, ropes, diving places, and a fair depth of water. But +let me tell you how much good they do.</p> + +<p>"There are four free baths stationed on the East River—at +One-hundred-and-twelfth Street, Thirty-seventh Street, Fifth Street, and +Gouverneur Street; and three on the North River—at the Battery, Bethune +Street, and Fifty-first Street; and one floating around without any home +at all—that is, it is built, and the authorities have not decided where +to anchor it."</p> + +<p>"Well?" exclaimed both boys, interestedly.</p> + +<p>"Now, boys, in order to understand thoroughly how much these free baths +are to the people who use them, you must put yourselves in some other +boys' boots, or perhaps I should say jackets, so many of them have no +boots at all.</p> + +<p>"You and Dick live in a very lovely home. Just imagine yourselves in a +dingy tenement-house, shut up for the night, with three or four other +boys, to sleep in a dark room where never sunlight or breeze enters +through the whole year; the heat is suffocating; you toss uneasily back +and forth, more than likely on the floor. You have heard during the day +that to-morrow the Gouverneur Street or some other bath will be open. +What do you do?</p> + +<p>"Before the day breaks you leap from your bed, waken your brothers or +comrades, fling on your jackets and trousers, rush down the rickety +stairways out into the cooler air of the morning, and scud down to the +docks.</p> + +<p>"When you arrive there you find already quite a line of boys and men +ahead of you. You can not go above them—the policemen won't allow +it—so you take your places at the foot of the line, glad that it is no +longer. Poddie is number fifty-one, Dick fifty-two. By twos and threes +the line grows to be three hundred strong. At five o'clock the doors +open, the keepers appear, and one hundred are admitted. But here we are: +you shall begin to judge for yourselves."</p> + +<p>"Whew!" exclaimed Dick, looking up and down a long line of ragged, grimy +urchins, who were tiptoeing in impatience to enter. "How will all those +fellows get in? Shall we have to foot the line?"</p> + +<p>"Not while I have my 'open, sesame,' with me," replied Uncle Fritz, +pointing to a small silver badge on his coat lapel.</p> + +<p>The keeper just glanced at it, and Dick was greatly surprised to see how +politely they were invited to walk in, "all through a bit of shiny +silver," as he expressed it afterward.</p> + +<p>"What a crowd of boys!" thought Poddie, as his eye roved from one to +another of the hundred ducking, diving, splashing little and big +fellows, who were laughing and shouting with delight. "What a jolly time +they're having!" said he, turning to his uncle.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said that gentleman. "I don't believe you have more fun at the +Central Park bath, Poddie."</p> + +<p>"Don't know as we do," replied Poddie, dubiously. "But what does that +mean?" added he, startled by the brazen clangor of a large bell that +rung high above the noises a warning "Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding."</p> + +<p>"Time's up!" shouted the keeper, almost as loud as his bell. Silence +fell upon the gleeful throng instantly. With downcast faces and slow, +reluctant feet the bathers commenced to crawl up the wet steps, tumble +over the railings, and trailing little brooks of water behind them, +sought the bath-rooms, whence they slowly emerged, some fairly well +dressed, but the majority in rags and tatters.</p> + +<p>"The boys is putty fair to-day, along o' you visitors, sir," said the +keeper; "but we mostly has to hunt 'em out o' the dark corners—where +they dart to as soon as the bell rings—with this rattan, or they'd stay +in all the day."</p> + +<p>"How about the girls—do they enjoy the privileges of these free baths?" +inquired Uncle Fritz?</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, they does, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, an' a lively +lot they is, too; the women keepers has their hands full."</p> + +<p>No sooner had the first crowd of boys disappeared than pell-mell in +rushed a tumultuous throng, pushing and jostling in spite of the +shouting keepers.</p> + +<p>Begrimed and perspiring, and panting with impatience to enjoy the +blessing of the cooler element, it is the work of but a moment in the +bath-rooms; the doors fly open, and down they plunge from steps and +railings into the cool green depths.</p> + +<p>The water splashes and dashes and foams, lashed by scores of active +hands and feet, until the boys are fairly deafened by the roar.</p> + +<p>"Gracious! you'd think they hadn't seen water in a year, wouldn't you, +Dick?" said Poddie.</p> + +<p>"Half o' them's repeaters," said the keeper, overhearing the remark.</p> + +<p>"Beg pardon—did you call them repeaters? what's that?" inquired Poddie, +politely.</p> + +<p>"Repeaters? Why, repeaters is boys who go from bath to bath, only +waiting to get their heads dry; then they rubs mud on their faces to +make 'em dirty, so we can't know 'em, consequentially they gets in half +a dozen times at different baths. How are we to know them? bless your +eyes!"</p> + +<p>"Have you any fine swimmers among them?" inquired Uncle Fritz, +pleasantly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," replied the keeper, "some o' these chaps are reg'lar +fishes—nat'ral-born eels, you may say. Here, Patsy Miller, 'Roxy,' +'Spider,' come along and show these young gentlemen some o' your +tricks."</p> + +<p>The three boys, hearing their names shouted by the keeper and their +playmates, come forward, looking sheepishly pleased at their momentary +importance.</p> + +<p>"Go to the roof and dive," commands the keeper.</p> + +<p>In a few seconds they appear on the pebbled roof opposite, thin-limbed, +brown, and lithe as Arabs.</p> + +<p>"Ready—dive!"</p> + +<p>One after another the heads are bowed, hands are clasped palm to palm +and pointed forward, and away they go, head-first like frogs. Three +splashes mark where they go under; three lines of bubbles across the +bath tell where the glossy heads will come up.</p> + +<p>"Bravo! bravo! well done!" cries Uncle Fritz.</p> + +<p>"Dive backward, and swim oar stroke," directs the keeper.</p> + +<p>Nothing loath, the boys mount the railings, the swimmers making way for +them. One, two, three. Down they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_555" id="Page_555">[Pg 555]</a></span> go on their backs, come up like corks, +throw their arms high in air, bring them down full length behind their +heads, draw back their feet, and with an oar-like sweep of their limbs +make long darts through the water.</p> + +<p>"How splendid!" observes Dick, turning to his uncle.</p> + +<p>"Turn somersaults," shouts the keeper.</p> + +<p>"Goody gracious! that's what they do up at the Central," says Dick, +laughing heartily, as now six heels, then three heads, alternately +appear on the surface of the water.</p> + +<p>"Make a raft," orders the keeper. Immediately Patsy and "Spider" and +"Roxy" are on their backs again; they lock arms, paddle with their feet, +and make quite a respectable raft as they cross the bath.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the raft goes to pieces, the swimmers dive, and stay under so +long that Poddie thinks they are gone for good; but no, they are up +again, ready for more fun.</p> + +<p>A game of "leap-frog" and "playing porpoise" are both entered into with +fine spirit, for the boys all wish to show off.</p> + +<p>A boat-race, in which a dozen boys either "sculled" or swam "oar +stroke," as they fancied, Dick and Poddie declared "quite the best +thing" they had ever seen in the swimming line.</p> + +<p>Once more the great bell sounded its notes of doom, and the dripping +crowd gave place to a dry one.</p> + +<p>"We're obliged to do this in midsummer," remarked the keeper, alluding +to the clearing-out process, "to give the largest numbers a chance; we +must git through with the boys, for after six the men'll be comin' +along, tired and dusty, from their work."</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>"What do you think of the free baths, boys?" asked Uncle Fritz, as they +crossed the Battery.</p> + +<p>"I'm mighty glad that <i>poor</i> boys have as good a chance as <i>we</i> rich +fellows," replied Dick, clinking some silver in his pocket, with the air +of a banker.</p> + +<p>"Then it keeps them from the sharks," remarked Poddie, thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>"And makes them clean and healthy, besides giving them any amount of +innocent pleasure," added their uncle.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="ROSE_AND_CATERPILLAR" id="ROSE_AND_CATERPILLAR"></a>ROSE AND CATERPILLAR.</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">"Oh, caterpillar," said a rose</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">One lovely summer day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">"Your constant eating drives me wild;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">I wish you'd go away.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">I really can not see what use</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">You and your kind can be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">You naught but mischief do, and are</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Unpleasant things to see."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">A moment after that same rose</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Smiled on a butterfly</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">That stopped to show his rainbowed wings</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">As he was passing by.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Oh, if she only could have known—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">The pretty, dainty rose—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;"><i>He</i> was a caterpillar too,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Arrayed in splendid clothes!</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="VISITING_A_TEA_PLANTATION_PREPARATION_OF_TEA" id="VISITING_A_TEA_PLANTATION_PREPARATION_OF_TEA"></a>VISITING A TEA PLANTATION.—PREPARATION OF TEA.</h2> + +<h3>FROM ADVANCE SHEETS OF "THE BOY TRAVELLERS IN THE FAR EAST." PART +SECOND.</h3> + +<h3>BY THOMAS W. KNOX.</h3> + +<p>Frank and Fred had long wished to visit a tea plantation, and while they +were in Java this wish was gratified. The following extract from their +journal describes what they saw and learned during their visit:</p> + +<p>"The first thing the tea-planter has to do after getting possession of +his lease is to clear the land and get ready for planting. The outlay +for this is considerable, and not much unlike clearing up a farm in New +England, or in the backwoods of Canada. Then the young plants are set +out; after this has been done, the ground must be kept clear of weeds, +just as in raising corn or potatoes. It must be frequently stirred, so +that the plant can get as much nourishment as possible from the earth; +and when this is done, the planter has the satisfaction of seeing the +bushes grow with considerable rapidity.</p> + +<p>"We walked through the fields where the plants were growing, and found +them of different ages and sizes. If we had not known where we were, we +might have thought we were in a field of English myrtle bushes, as the +tea-plant is much like the myrtle in general appearance. It grows from +two to six feet high, and has white blossoms that resemble small +dogroses.</p> + +<p>"One of us asked which were the plants that produced green tea, and +which the black. The owner of the plantation smiled, and said there was +no difference.</p> + +<p>"We laughed at our own ignorance, as he explained that the difference of +the teas was entirely owing to the manipulation. We asked why it was +that some districts in China produced only green teas, while others were +reputed to make none but black; and he told us it was because the +workmen in those districts had been accustomed to follow only one form +of manipulation.</p> + +<p>"It takes three years to get a plantation in condition to produce tea. +The seeds are sown in a nursery bed, and the young plants are not ready +to be set out till they are a year old. They are then about nine inches +high, and covered with leaves, and the first crop is taken when they +have been growing two years in the field. The leaves are the lungs of +the plant, and it would die if all of them were stripped off. +Consequently only a part of them are removed at a picking; and if a +plant is sickly, it is not disturbed at all. The plants will last from +ten to twelve years, and are then renewed; and on all the large +plantations it is the custom to make nursery beds every year, so that +there will be a constant succession of new plants for setting out in +place of the old ones.</p> + +<p>"At the first gathering the half-opened buds are taken, and from them +the finest teas are made. Then they have another gathering when the +leaves are fully opened, and then another and another, till they have +five or six gatherings in the course of the year. Each time the leaves +are coarser than those of the previous gathering, and consequently the +tea is not of so fine a quality. A well-managed plantation produces all +kinds of tea; and it was a wise requirement of the Dutch government, +when they started the tea-culture in Java, that the planters should +produce proportionate quantities of both black and green, and not less +than four qualities of each."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="600" height="477" alt="GATHERING TEA-LEAVES." title="" /> +<span class="caption">GATHERING TEA-LEAVES.</span> +</div> + +<p>"The gathering takes place only in clear weather; and for the best teas +the picking is confined to the afternoon, when the leaves are thoroughly +dry, and have been warmed by the sun. Only the thumb and forefinger are +used in plucking the leaves from the bush; the pickers are generally +women and children, who can gather on the average about forty pounds of +leaves in a day. It takes nearly four pounds of leaves to make one pound +of dry tea; and the usual estimate is that a plantation of one hundred +thousand plants can send ten thousand pounds of tea to market in the +course of a year."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 395px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="395" height="400" alt="DRYING TEA IN THE SUN." title="" /> +<span class="caption">DRYING TEA IN THE SUN.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Different kinds of tea require different treatment, as we have already +seen. For green tea the leaves are roasted as soon as they have been +gathered, and are then rolled and dried; but the leaves intended for +black teas are spread on bamboo trays five or six inches deep, and +placed on frames where they can have plenty of sun and air. They remain +here from noon till sunset; and if the weather is damp they are further +dried by artificial heat. For this purpose they are placed on frames +over shallow pans containing burning charcoal, and are tossed and +stirred with the hand until they emit a certain fragrance. The heat +should be very slight; and the frames are made so high that it is +necessary for a man to mount a small ladder in order to reach the +trays.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_556" id="Page_556">[Pg 556]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The sense of smell in the skillful workers of tea is very acute, and +they can tell, to almost a minute, the exact time when the drying should +cease, and the next process begin. The Chinese workmen are better than +any others for this branch of the business, and on many plantations most +of the manipulation is performed by Chinese, though their labor is more +expensive than that of the Malays. Our host showed us through his +factory, where the men were busy in the various processes; and as he +told us about each step of the business, he took us to the department +where that particular work was going on.</p> + +<p>"After showing the leaves spread out on the frames, he led the way to a +sort of stove, where a man was manipulating some tea in a pan over a +charcoal fire."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="400" height="333" alt="DRYING OVER CHARCOAL." title="" /> +<span class="caption">DRYING OVER CHARCOAL.</span> +</div> + +<p>"'This is what we call roasting,' he said, 'and the great object of the +roaster is to dry the leaves without burning them. You see he does not +allow them to be quiet a single instant, but tosses and turns them in +all directions, so that none may stick to the bottom of the pan, which +they might easily do, owing to the moisture they contain.'</p> + +<p>"We watched the roasting till we thought we understood it well, and as +the place was hot, we did not care to stay there a great while. The +leaves lose their fragrance when first thrown into the roasting pan, and +give out a rank smell, but they gradually recover their perfume, and are +ready for the next process, which is called rolling.</p> + +<p>"The tea from the roasting pan was given to a couple of men, who stood +in front of a table or bench, with bamboo mats before them. One had a +large mustache, the largest we had ever seen on a Chinese face, and the +other consoled himself for the absence of that hairy ornament by smoking +a pipe.</p> + +<p>"The roller takes as much tea as he can cover with both his hands, and +places it on the mat in a sort of ball. He keeps the leaves closely +together, and rolls them from right to left; this motion gives each leaf +a twist on itself, and rolls it so firmly that it retains the shape when +dry. This part of the work requires peculiar dexterity, and can only be +performed successfully after long practice. When a man becomes skillful +in it, he can roll the tea with wonderful rapidity; and when his work is +done, every leaf will be found separate from the others, and twisted as +though it had been passed through a machine.</p> + +<p>"The work of rolling the tea is very tiresome, and so the men sometimes +perform it with their feet when they wish to give their hands a rest. We +saw one man at his occupation in this way, and he certainly seemed to +enjoy it.</p> + +<p>"After they have been properly rolled, the leaves are spread on trays, +and exposed to the sun and air for several hours, and then they are once +more roasted. The second roasting is milder than the first, and is done +over a slower fire; and afterward the leaves are rolled again, to make +sure that none of them have become spread out. For the black tea the +roasting is done in a shallow pan, the same as the first; but the green +teas are put in a deep pan, and subjected to a very high heat.</p> + +<p>"While the green tea is being roasted there must be a great deal of care +on the part of everybody concerned.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_557" id="Page_557">[Pg 557]</a></span> The pan is nearly red-hot when the +tea is put into it, about a pound at a time, and the operator in charge +keeps it in rapid motion. One boy tends the fire, while another stands +by with a fan to prevent the burning of the tea.</p> + +<p>"After their final roasting the teas are put in a long basket, shaped +like an hour-glass, and having a sieve in the centre. This basket is +placed over a charcoal fire and submitted to the heat for several +minutes, when the tea is poured out and receives another rolling. This +operation is repeated several times, till the tea is thoroughly tired of +it, and also thoroughly dry. Then it is passed through sieves, to +separate the different qualities from each other; and finally it is +winnowed, to remove all the dust and dirt. Then it is 'fired,' or dried, +once more, to drive away the last particle of moisture; and in this +condition it is ready to go into the chests in which it is carried to +the lands where it is to be used."</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><a name="THE_MORAL_PIRATES" id="THE_MORAL_PIRATES"></a>[Begun in No. 31 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, June 1.]</h4> +<h2>THE MORAL PIRATES.</h2> + +<h3>BY W. L. ALDEN.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter IX</span>.</h3> + +<p>The boat was in a shallow part of the river, between the shore and a +long row of piles that marked the steamboat channel. Harry sounded with +an oar, and found that the water was only two feet deep. "We'll have to +get overboard and drag the boat over the piles," said he, "and it's +going to be a mighty hard job too. That swell threw us over as neat as +the bull threw Joe over the fence up at Lenox last summer."</p> + +<p>"When I got pitched over that fence I staid there," said Joe. "I didn't +try to get back into the field where the bull was, and I don't see what +we want to get back where the steamboats are for."</p> + +<p>"That's so," exclaimed Harry. "We're safe enough here. Let's get the +water out of the boat, and keep on this side of the piles."</p> + +<p>When the boat was made dry, and the lighted lantern was hoisted to the +top of the mast, Tom resumed his place at the helm, and Harry and Joe +prepared to take another nap. "I don't want to grumble," said Joe, "but +I wish I didn't have to lie on the coffee-pot and a tin cup. I don't +feel comfortable on that kind of bed."</p> + +<p>"I'll change with you if you like," replied Harry. "I'm sleeping on a +beautiful soft bottle of oil, and some sardine boxes; but I don't want +to be selfish and keep the best bed for myself."</p> + +<p>"Oh, never mind," returned Joe. "I'll manage to sleep if Jim don't step +on my face. I always did hate to have anybody step on my face when I was +asleep."</p> + +<p>"Well, good-night, everybody," said Harry. "I'm going straight to sleep. +Tom, be sure you wake me up if a steamboat tries to climb over these +piles."</p> + +<p>This time Tom did not fall asleep at the helm, but the wind gradually +died away, and the sail hung limp and useless. Jim got out the oars +without stepping on anybody, and rowed slowly on. In a little while they +came to the end of the shallow lagoon into which the swell had so +unexpectedly cast them. A sand-bank stretched from the shore to the line +of piles, and it was impossible to go any farther. Tom decided to make +the boat fast to the limb of a willow-tree that projected over the +water, and to go ashore and sleep on the sand. Neither he nor Jim +thought it worth while to wake the other boys; so they gathered up their +blankets, crept quietly out of the boat, and were soon asleep on the +soft, warm sand. When Harry and Joe awoke at daylight, stiff and +cramped, they were disposed to be rather indignant at Tom and Jim, who +were sleeping so comfortably on the sand; but Tom soon convinced them +that he had acted from the best of motives, and they readily forgave +him.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 289px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="289" height="400" alt="GETTING OUT OF THE TRAP.—Drawn by A. B. Frost." title="" /> +<span class="caption">GETTING OUT OF THE TRAP.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by A. B. Frost</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p>Of course breakfast was the first business of the day, and after that +was finished the boat had to be entirely unloaded before she could be +lifted over the piles into the channel. For the first time since they +had started on the cruise the breeze was ahead, but it was so light that +it was of very little consequence. The sky was cloudy, and the day +promised to be a cool one; so the boys resolved to take to their oars, +and try, if possible, to reach Albany before night. When the boat was +loaded, Tom and Jim each took a long oar, and Harry took his usual seat +in the stern-sheets. They all felt fresh, in spite of their night's +adventure, and started gayly on their intended long day's row.</p> + +<p>By this time they had found out that although round<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_558" id="Page_558">[Pg 558]</a></span> tin boxes were very +well to keep things dry, they are by no means handy to carry in a boat. +Their shape made it impossible to stow them compactly. Joe, who sat at +the bow, always had to pick his way over these tin boxes in going to or +coming from his station; and he was constantly catching his foot in the +spaces left between the boxes, and falling down on them. This smashed in +the covers, and tried Joe's temper sorely. Once he sat down so violently +on the box which held the sugar, that he went completely through the +cover, and was fastened in the box as securely as a cork in a bottle. He +was only released after a great deal of work, and just in time to enable +the boys to have sugar in their coffee at night. Harry resolved that he +would never cruise again with round boxes, but would have small rubber +bags made, in which to put everything that required to be kept dry.</p> + +<p>The boys took turns at the oars every hour, and rowed steadily until +noon. They gave themselves an hour for lunch and resting, and then +resumed their work. Late in the afternoon they came in sight of Albany, +and went ashore, so as to get their dinner before reaching the city. +After dinner they again pulled away at the oars, and at about nine +o'clock they stopped at a lumber-yard on the outskirts of Albany, and, +creeping in among the lumber, wrapped their blankets around them, and +dropped asleep, completely worn out, but proud of their long day's row.</p> + +<p>Before sunrise the next morning, Tom was awakened by a stick which was +thrust into his ribs. Without opening his eyes, he muttered, "You quit +that, or I'll get up and pound you," and immediately dropped asleep +again. Somebody then kicked him so sharply that he roused himself up, +and, opening his eyes, was dazzled by the gleam of a bull's-eye lantern. +He could not at first imagine where he was; but as he presently found +that a big policeman had him by the collar, and was calling him "an +impudent young thief," he began to imagine that something was wrong.</p> + +<p>"I've got you this time," said the policeman, "and the whole gang of +you. Where did you steal that property in your boat from, you precious +young river pirate?"</p> + +<p>"We're not river pirates," replied Tom. "We're Moral Pirates, and we +brought those things in the boat with us from New York."</p> + +<p>"Well, I like your cheek!" said the officer; "owning up that you're +pirates. Now just you and your gang take everything out of that boat and +let me see what you've got. If any of you try to escape, I'll put a +bullet into you. You hear me?"</p> + +<p>The other boys had been awakened by the loud voice of the policeman, and +were staring at him in utter astonishment.</p> + +<p>"He thinks we're river thieves," said Tom. "Harry, we'll have to show +him what we've got in the boat, and then he'll see his mistake."</p> + +<p>Harry eagerly assured the policeman that they had come from New York on +a pleasure cruise, and had nothing in the boat except provisions and +stores. "That's a pretty story," said the officer. "You can tell that to +the court. Your boat's full of junk that you've stolen from somewhere; +and you'd better hand it out mighty quick."</p> + +<p>The boys were thus compelled to unload their boat, while the policeman +stood over them with his club in one hand and his lantern in the other. +He was not a stupid man, and he soon perceived that the boys had told +him the truth; they were not the gang of river thieves for whom he had +mistaken them. He therefore apologized, in a rough way, and even helped +the boys repack the boat.</p> + +<p>"What I can't understand," said he, "is why you boys come here and sleep +in a lumber-yard, when you might be sleeping at home in your beds. Now +if you were thieves, you couldn't get any better lodgings, you know; but +you're gentlemen's sons, and you ought to know better. Why don't you go +down to the hotel, and live like gentlemen? Where's the fun in being +arrested, and taking up my valuable time?"</p> + +<p>The boys assured him that they had never enjoyed themselves more than +they had while on the cruise, and after a little more talk the officer +turned slowly away.</p> + +<p>"By-the-bye," he exclaimed, suddenly turning back again, "one of you +told me you were pirates. I ought to take you in after all. I believe +you're a lot of boys that have been reading dime novels, and have run +away from home."</p> + +<p>"I didn't say we were pirates," replied Tom. "I said we were Moral +Pirates. That's a very different thing."</p> + +<p>"Of course it is," said Joe. "A Moral Pirate is a sort of missionary, +you know. I'm afraid you don't go to Sunday-school, officer, or you'd +know better."</p> + +<p>The policeman could not quite make up his mind whether Joe was in joke +or in earnest; but as he could find no real reason for arresting the +boys, he contented himself with telling them to leave the lumber-yard as +soon as the sun rose. "And you'd better look out," he added, "that you +don't come across any real river thieves. They'll make no bones of +seizing your boat, and knocking you on the head if you make any noise." +When he was fairly out of sight, the boys crept back to their shelter +among the lumber, and coolly went to sleep again. They were so tired +that neither policemen nor river thieves had any terrors for them.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_CONFESSION" id="A_CONFESSION"></a>A CONFESSION.</h2> + +<h3>BY GEORGE N. LOVEJOY.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">"Do you love me?" stammered Benny</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">To a bright-eyed little maid;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">"Do you love me, love me, Jenny?—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">I'll not tell; don't be afraid."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">"Yes, I love you," answered Jenny;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"But 'twas only yesterday</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">That I said the same thing, Benny"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">(And she blushed), "to Robbie Gray."</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="POOR_BEN" id="POOR_BEN"></a>POOR BEN!</h2> + +<h3>BY SYDNEY DAYRE.</h3> + +<p>"Ha, Uncle Dud, I've found your lady-love's curl!"</p> + +<p>His uncle drew near Hal, as he rummaged in an old desk.</p> + +<p>"Ah," he said, "is that there? I haven't seen it for many a year, but +now I remember putting it there."</p> + +<p>He took the short brown lock of hair in his hand, and looked at it with +almost a tender interest.</p> + +<p>"He saved my life when I was a boy, Hal."</p> + +<p>"Who, uncle?"</p> + +<p>"The one who wore this curl."</p> + +<p>"Oh, tell me all about it; come, do, Uncle Dud;" and Hal laid his hand +coaxingly on his uncle's arm. "Was he one of your playmates?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"How old was he when he did it?"</p> + +<p>"I didn't know exactly his age. Ten or twelve, perhaps, or thereabouts. +But there is the tea-bell. I'll tell you about it after tea."</p> + +<p>Uncle Dudley found his audience increased by four or five expectant boys +and girls, who gathered around him on the broad piazza, attracted by the +rumor that "one of Uncle Dud's stories" was in prospect. Little Elsie +crept into his lap as he began:</p> + +<p>"I don't think I have ever told you anything of my poor friend Ben, but +he played a very important part in many of the pranks and sports and +joys and sorrows of my earlier boyhood. I think that, outside of my own +family, my attachment to him was the strongest I have ever formed. +People used to laugh at us, and call him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_559" id="Page_559">[Pg 559]</a></span> my younger brother, we showed +so much affection for each other."</p> + +<p>"Was he a son of your neighbor?" asked Hal.</p> + +<p>"No, not his son, but his home was with our nearest neighbor. It was +never known who his parents were. He came to Mr. Washburn's house one +day, nobody knew where from; but he attracted the attention of all by +his fine bright, honest face. I shall never forget the look of his great +earnest brown eyes; I used to think they expressed more in a minute than +some folks could talk in an hour. Then he had soft hair—this you +see—brown, with the least tinge of auburn through it, and was most +graceful in his movements. He would strike any one as a handsome +fellow."</p> + +<p>"What did he come for, uncle? Do you mean that he was a beggar? Did he +ask for food?"</p> + +<p>"He didn't ask for anything, but it was easy to see what he needed, and +country hospitality was not likely to wait till he asked. He staid about +there a few days, and made friends with every one. Before long he seemed +to have quietly grown to be almost one of the family, and I think they +would have been as sorry to lose him as he would to go. He and I 'took +to' each other at once, and I owe many of the happiest hours of my boy +life to his companionship, for I had no brother near my own age."</p> + +<p>"And did your parents really allow you to make a companion of such a +little tramp?" asked Hal, with a slight sniff, and a toss of the head +which he conceived to be rather aristocratic. "How did they know what +kind of a fellow he might have been?"</p> + +<p>"Well, they never seemed to fear any harm coming to me through him. Ben +showed a much better disposition than I ever did. He was very gentle in +his manners, always inclined to yield to me in everything, giving me my +own way to an extent which unfortunately fostered my tendency to be +domineering and overbearing. It was this trait in my character which led +to the incident I am about to tell you of.</p> + +<p>"In the summer vacations he and I—"</p> + +<p>"Excuse me for interrupting you, Uncle Dud; but how did this Ben get +along at school?"</p> + +<p>"Well, he never went to school—"</p> + +<p>"Never went to school? Why, didn't those folks he lived with give him +any advantages?"</p> + +<p>"—But I don't think any one seemed to consider him neglected. He was +naturally very quick of perception, and had a wonderful faculty of +gathering information from his surroundings. He seemed so well fitted +for whatever duties fell to him, that I don't believe any one thought it +necessary to send him to school."</p> + +<p>"What was he good for, anyhow?"</p> + +<p>"He made himself generally useful and agreeable. He used to drive cows, +dig in the garden, etc., and as the family grew fond of him, they used +to take him out with them a great deal."</p> + +<p>"They must have been a queer set, though, to let him grow to be a man in +ignorance."</p> + +<p>"Ben never got to be a man. But I agree with you, Hal, that a man +without education, or a boy either, is a poor thing."</p> + +<p>"Oh, did Ben die young?" said Hal, with a soberer face.</p> + +<p>"Yes. I <i>did</i> take him to school with me once—what a tricky young +rascal I must have been! He walked to the school-house door with me, and +I forced him in—much against his will it was, but I always made him +mind me. I seated him in the master's chair, and ordered him to stay +there, while I went to my seat. Of course the boys all laughed, and poor +Ben trembled and looked imploringly at me, but I shook my fist at him to +make him sit still. Presently the master came in. He was a +quick-tempered man, and when he saw what was going on, how mad he was! +He snatched up a rule, but Ben was too smart for him. He sprang from the +chair and went out of the half-open window at one bound, with an awful +crash of glass and sash, and was off swift as the wind. Then the master +tried to find out who was in fault, but could get no further than the +truth that he belonged to none of us. No one told of me, so I missed the +thrashing which would have been so willingly bestowed."</p> + +<p>"I think it was right mean of you to treat Ben so, uncle."</p> + +<p>"I think so too, and that wasn't my worst treatment of him, as you shall +hear.</p> + +<p>"A small river formed the boundary of one side of my father's farm. On +its bank, in one spot which was surrounded and sheltered by a thick +growth of willows, Ben and I used to spend many an hour. He was an +excellent swimmer, and very fond of the water. One morning we were +having a merry time; we swam, dived, and rowed in the lovely sunshine. +At last I picked up a piece of wood and threw it to the other side of +the stream, trying to hit a water-rat. As it left my hand, I saw that it +was a piece I had selected for the hull of a miniature boat, just +suitable for that purpose, being straight-grained and exactly the right +thickness. I told Ben to go and get it for me, but he was probably tired +of play, for, for the first time, he refused to do my bidding, and went +and lay down under a tree. I was angry, and ordered him loudly and +roughly, picking up a stone and threatening him. He looked reproachfully +at me, and turned and walked quickly toward his home.</p> + +<p>"Now throwing stones was one of my great faults. I can not tell how +often my mother had scolded, threatened, and punished me for it. Even at +that moment there came vividly before me the remembrance of a time when +I had killed a robin, and brought it and showed her what I had done—for +I must do myself the justice to say I was always frank in confessing my +faults. She took the poor dead bird in her hands, and with tears in her +eyes talked to me in a tone of deeper anger and sorrow than I had ever +heard from her.</p> + +<p>"'They are God's little creatures. They are dumb, except for the sweet +songs they bring us. They are helpless, except as their helplessness +appeals to human beings for pity and protection. I believe the Lord's +blessing will <i>never</i> rest on those who are cruel to things weaker than +themselves.'</p> + +<p>"I was really sorry, and wanted to tell her so, but a spirit of pride +tempted me to 'brave it out,' so I said, with a poor attempt at a laugh, +'Oh, I'm sorry, of course, but you know it comes natural to boys to +throw stones.'</p> + +<p>"If I had been at all decent about it, she would have forgiven me at +once; but, ah me! I never saw her move so quickly as when she went out +the back door and broke off a supple green apple switch. After making +most vigorous use of it she sent me to my room, with the remark, 'It +fortunately comes natural to mothers to punish.'</p> + +<p>"I spent the rest of the day there, and as I feasted on bread and water, +and realized that there was company to tea, and that my whole being +craved spring chicken, jelly cake, and quince preserves, I made up my +mind that in future there would be one boy to whom it would come less +'natural' to throw stones.</p> + +<p>"All this passed through my mind as I stood with the stone in my hand. +But my tyrannical temper mastered me, and as Ben turned and looked back, +I flung it at him. I did <i>not</i> mean to hit his head, but there was where +it struck, in the brown hair just above one eye. I saw the blood trickle +from a cut, as with a sharp cry of pain he ran away and disappeared. I +was shocked at what I had done, but you know there are some conditions +of mind in which self-reproach only makes anger hotter. I did not obey +my impulse to follow the poor fellow, but threw off my jacket and +plunged into the stream to recover the block I wanted. I suppose I had +already been too long in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_560" id="Page_560">[Pg 560]</a></span> the water, for when about half way over I was +seized with a cramp. In a moment I became helpless, and screamed wildly +as I felt myself going down—down—down. I arose to the surface again +too nearly drowned to scream any more, but with just sense enough left +to feel myself seized by something. That was the last I knew.</p> + +<p>"But I was afterward told how my father and some of the farm hands came +rushing down just in time to see Ben panting, almost exhausted, as he +drew me to the shore. There was blood on my face, which added to my +mother's great alarm when I was carried to her. Not my blood, as you may +guess, but poor Ben's—the result of my cruel blow.</p> + +<p>"There is not much more to tell. I was in bed several days after it. The +first time Ben came to see me I put my arms around his neck, and begged +him to forgive me."</p> + +<p>"What did he say?"</p> + +<p>"Not a word. He never was a talker. But I knew by his clear, earnest +eyes that he had never harbored a hard thought of me. I need not tell +you I treated him more kindly after that. We continued, if possible, +closer friends than ever, till I was sent away to school."</p> + +<p>"And you say Ben did not live to be a man, uncle?" said Hal, whose +interest in the "little tramp" had greatly increased. "How old was he +when he died? Tell us about it, please."</p> + +<p>"His death was a very sad occurrence, taking place the same season I +left home. One night a suspicious-looking person came prowling about Mr. +Washburn's place. Ben was the first to hear him—he always seemed to +have one ear open when the interests of his friends were concerned—and +ran toward him, making all the noise he could to arouse the family. The +brave fellow seized hold of the marauder, who drew a revolver, and beat +him about the head, and as he still held on, shot him."</p> + +<p>A murmur of regret and indignation arose from the little audience.</p> + +<p>"The man made off, and Ben was found to be not dead, but terribly +injured: a leg was broken, and his head fearfully bruised. All that kind +care could do for him was done, but it soon appeared that he was beyond +all hope of recovery, and to put an end to his sufferings another +bullet—this time aimed in sorrowful kindness—did its quick work on the +life of poor Ben."</p> + +<p>"<i>What's that?</i>" cried Hal, starting up. "Do you mean that they <i>shot</i> +him? Killed a boy because he was badly hurt? I never heard of such—"</p> + +<p>"<i>Boy?</i>" said his uncle, looking at him in great surprise. Then he went +on: "When I heard of it, it almost broke my heart; and the first time I +went home after it, and no Ben came bounding to meet me, wagging his +tail, and with a face beaming welcome, I felt as though I had—"</p> + +<p>"Hey, uncle! Wagging <i>his tail</i>? <i>Whose</i> tail? What are you talking +about? Haven't you been telling us about a <i>boy</i> all this time?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. <i>I</i> was a boy. But Ben was not."</p> + +<p>"A—dog!"</p> + +<p>Hal threw himself on the grass-plot and shouted with laughter, all his +sympathy for Ben lost in his amusement at this unexpected disclosure.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Uncle Dud! you're too much for me. 'Never went to school,' 'never +grew to be a man'—oh no. 'No talker,' 'didn't ask for anything'—modest +fellow! Oh, that's too good!"</p> + +<p>Boys and girls had a hearty laugh, and ran away to play hide-and-seek in +the summer twilight—all but little Elsie, who tenderly stroked the +brown curl, and laid it against her soft cheek, sighing, "Poor Ben! +poo-oor doggie!"</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="600" height="423" alt="AN UNWELCOME GUEST.—Drawn by H. P. Share." title="" /> +<span class="caption">AN UNWELCOME GUEST.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by H. P. Share</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_561" id="Page_561">[Pg 561]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><a name="THE_STORY_OF_THE_AMERICAN_NAVY" id="THE_STORY_OF_THE_AMERICAN_NAVY"></a>[Begun in <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> No. 31, July 13.]</h4> + +<h2>THE STORY OF THE AMERICAN NAVY.</h2> + +<h3>BY BENSON J. LOSSING.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter III</span>.</h3> + +<p>"North African pirates are out on the Mediterranean Sea; our budding +commerce there is in danger; we <i>must</i> have a navy to protect it," wrote +a distinguished American in Europe to Alexander Hamilton. President +Washington called the attention of Congress to the matter, and in the +spring of 1794 he was authorized to have six frigates built, each +carrying not less than thirty-two cannon. The keel of the <i>Constitution</i> +(yet afloat) was soon laid at Boston, and so the creation of the Navy of +the United States was begun.</p> + +<p>To the heroes of the Continental Navy the people looked for commanders +of the new frigates, and Barry, Nicholson, Talbot, Barney, Dale, and +Truxton, all of whom had done gallant service in the war for +independence, were chosen.</p> + +<p>The building of the frigates was unwisely suspended in the fall of 1795. +"Pay me so many hundred thousand dollars every year, and I will let your +ships alone," said the piratical ruler of Algiers. The terms were agreed +to. Congress seemed to think that now all danger to commerce was +overpast, and a navy would be an extravagant toy. But when, not long +afterward, French cruisers seized American ships, and English cruisers +claimed the right (and exercised it) to take seamen from our vessels +without leave, Congress perceived the folly of their humiliating action.</p> + +<p>War with France was threatened in the spring of 1798. The startled +Congress ordered the six frigates to be finished, and more to be built +or purchased. A Navy Department was organized, and a Secretary of the +Navy appointed. Recruits were called for. The navy became very popular, +and the ships were soon filled, with the sons of the best families in +the land holding the rank of midshipmen.</p> + +<p>The first vessel of the new navy that went to sea was the <i>Ganges</i>, +twenty-four guns. She was to protect the ports of New York, +Philadelphia, and Baltimore against French cruisers. Toward midsummer +(1798), Congress authorized the seizure of French armed vessels found +prowling along our coasts. For this purpose Truxton, with the +<i>Constellation</i>, and Decatur the elder, with the <i>Delaware</i>, immediately +went to sea. Decatur soon returned with the French cruiser <i>Le Croyable</i> +as a prize. She was added to the navy, named <i>Retaliation</i>, and put +under the command of Lieutenant Bainbridge. Captain Barry, with the +frigate <i>United States</i>, soon followed, with many young men who +afterward became distinguished in their country's service. Before the +end of the year nearly the whole American navy was among the West India +Islands, engaged in convoying merchantmen to and from the United States. +This sudden appearance on the sea of a new naval power astonished the +English and the French, and made both more cautious.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 309px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="309" height="400" alt="FIGHT BETWEEN THE "CONSTELLATION" AND "LA VENGEANCE."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">FIGHT BETWEEN THE "CONSTELLATION" AND "LA VENGEANCE."</span> +</div> + +<p>Early in 1799, Truxton, with the <i>Constellation</i>, captured the famous +French frigate <i>L'Insurgente</i>, near the island of Nevis, after a severe +battle for an hour. This triumph made Truxton famous. His praises were +on every lip. A song called "Truxton's Victory" was sung everywhere in +public and private. A year later his fame was increased by his combat +with another French frigate, which he had searched for among the islands +of the West Indies. Off Guadeloupe he fell in with a large French vessel +at twilight, and they fought desperately in the darkness that followed. +Suddenly the stranger disappeared in the gloom of night. Some time +afterward Truxton learned that the ship was the very one he was +searching for—the frigate <i>La Vengeance</i>; that he had shattered her +terribly; and that she ran away in the darkness to a friendly port to +save her life.</p> + +<p>These victories made the navy very popular. Truxton was the hero of this +war with the French on the ocean. It soon ceased, and the little navy +found ample employment in the Mediterranean.</p> + +<p>In the year 1800 Bainbridge was sent, in command of the <i>George +Washington</i>, to pay tribute to the Algerine ruler. The Dey, as he was +called, commanded the Captain to take an Ambassador to Constantinople. +Bainbridge refused. "You pay me tribute, and are my slave," said the +haughty Dey; "you must do as I bid you;" and he pointed to the guns of +the castle. The Captain was compelled to obey. The Sultan received him +kindly, for the crescent moon on the Turkish banner, and the stars on +the American flag, seemed to prophesy good-will between the two nations. +He gave Bainbridge an order that made the insolent Dey tremble. With it +in his hand, the Captain said to the turbaned ruler, "Release every +Christian captive you have, without ransom." The astonished and humbled +Dey obeyed, and Bainbridge sailed away with threescore liberated +captives under the American flag.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the rulers of Tunis and Tripoli—other North African +robbers—had exacted and received tribute from the United States. The +treatment of Bainbridge made the latter resolve to pay tribute no +longer, but to humble the piratical powers. In the spring of 1801 +Commodore Dale was sent with a squadron on that errand. He captured a +Tripolitan pirate ship, and appeared before Tunis, where the flag-staff +before the house of the American Consul had been cut down. Dale +threatened the ruler with chastisement. He was astonished and perplexed. +Dale cruised in the Mediterranean until fall, effectually protecting +American commerce, for the half-barbarian powers were made timid and +cautious.</p> + +<p>The following year a relief squadron was sent to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_562" id="Page_562">[Pg 562]</a></span> Mediterranean +under Commodore Morris. The <i>Constellation</i> blockaded the harbor of +Tripoli. A flotilla of Tripolitan gun-boats tried to drive her away, but +failed. At one time the <i>Constellation</i> successfully fought seventeen of +them, as well as troops of cavalry on shore. The other vessels of the +squadron cruised along the northern shores of the Mediterranean, +effectually protecting American commerce; and in January, 1803, all the +vessels collected at Malta. In the spring they appeared off the ports of +the Barbary States, as these African provinces were called, and +effectually imprisoned their corsairs, or pirate ships, in their +harbors. In May the <i>John Adams</i>, which had been blockading the harbor +of Tunis, had a severe combat with Tunisian gun-boats and land +batteries, and was much bruised. Very soon Tripolitan and Algerine +corsairs appeared, and the whole American squadron was compelled to +abandon the blockade of the African ports, after they had destroyed a +cruiser from Tripoli. The squadron left the coast, the Africans regained +their spirits, and very soon American commerce was again suffering from +the depredations of corsairs.</p> + +<p>The government of the United States, annoyed by the failure of this +naval campaign in the Mediterranean, resolved to act with more vigor in +that direction. A squadron of seven vessels was placed under the command +of Commodore Preble, and sent to the Mediterranean in 1803.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_STORY_OF_THE_DAISIES" id="THE_STORY_OF_THE_DAISIES"></a>THE STORY OF THE DAISIES.</h2> + +<h3>BY MRS. MARGARET EYTINGE.</h3> + +<p>Daisies, golden-hearted, star-like, smiling daisies, all over the fields +and meadows, all along the highways and by-ways—bonny wee flowers +looking bravely up at the dazzling sun, and giving with child-like +generosity their beauty to the loneliest spots and most desolate places. +Close up to a fence that surrounded a garden where bloomed hundreds of +rare and lovely blossoms they crowded, praising with sweet artlessness +the grace and fragrance of their more precious sisters, and wondering +every morning when the gardener came out at early dawn and collected +many young plants together, and gathered roses, and pansies, and +gladioles, and verbenas, and pinks, and other flowers by the basketful, +to carry away, where he took them and what became of them.</p> + +<p>"I will tell you," said a tall, graceful white lily that grew near the +garden gate, one day, as she inclined her fair head toward them. "I have +been where they are going—I and the tuberoses over yonder. (We are +growing in pots sunk in the ground, and therefore can be taken up and +moved from place to place without harm.) Once I helped deck a large, +sunshiny room—I was a very young bud then—where a great many little +children, looking like flowers themselves in their gay dresses, sang, +and played, and laughed, and danced for joy, because a baby friend was +three years old that day; and once I stood at the right hand of a +gray-haired minister, in a crowded church, and heard him say, 'Solomon +in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.' But, dear, simple, +wee things, you don't understand that, do you? I forgot to whom I was +talking. They go to a large city, where nothing is seen but brick and +stone buildings and hosts of people, and nothing is heard but the sound +of voices and footsteps, and the ringing of bells, and the tramping of +horses, and rolling of wagons, and where there are no bees, nor +butterflies, nor birds, save canaries that live in cages, and sparrows +that can live anywhere."</p> + +<p>"But the daisies are never taken to the city," said the daisies, after a +short pause, "and they are flowers as well as the verbenas and pinks."</p> + +<p>"Bless your innocent little hearts! I know they are," said the lily. +"But the fact is, no one cares to buy daisies."</p> + +<p>"So nobody cares for us in the big city," said the daisies to each +other, "and yet the butterflies and birds tell us we are very pretty."</p> + +<p>But the lily was mistaken, for the very next morning the gardener came +out into the meadow with a trowel in his hand, and digging up some of +the largest daisy plants, replanted them in a large flower-pot.</p> + +<p>"Somebody wants us after all," they called to the grass, and the +dandelions, and the other daisies, as they were carried away, "and we +shall see the fine houses, and perhaps live with lilies, roses, and +geraniums all the rest of our lives. Good-by, dear friends, good-by."</p> + +<p>In a short time the daisies found themselves in a market-place—not +among cabbages and tomatoes, but at the end of a row of blooming plants +from the garden at which they had so often peeped through the fence. But +they had scarcely had time to look about them when they saw a shabbily +dressed boy coming slowly toward them—slowly, poor fellow, because one +of his feet was sadly misshapen, and in his arms he carried a heavy +bundle of newspapers. He looked eagerly at the gardener as he came near.</p> + +<p>"I've got your daisies, my boy," the man called, cheerily. "Here they +are, still wet with the dew, as handsome daisies as ever I saw. You must +keep them in the shade a day or two, giving them a drink now and then, +and I don't doubt they'll do finely. Will you take them now?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, thank you," said the boy, his whole face lighting up, and his +pale cheeks flushing, "if you will let me leave my papers here a few +minutes until I can run home with them. But you've brought so many—and +they're in a nice pot, too—I'm afraid I haven't money enough to pay for +them."</p> + +<p>"Five cents was the price agreed on yesterday," said the good-natured +gardener, "and I always stick to a bargain. And if there's more than you +expected, all the better for you—some of 'em'll be sure to thrive +anyhow. As for the pot, you're welcome to that. A flower-pot more or +less won't make me or break me."</p> + +<p>The boy threw down his bundle, took the daisies with another "thank +you," and hurried away as fast as his poor foot would let him to an old, +queer-looking wooden house near the market, where, hugging his treasure +closely to his breast, he mounted the shaky stairs until he reached the +garret. Pushing open a door here, he entered a neat little room with +only one window in it, but that a dormer facing the south. The floor of +this room was bare, with the exception of two or three round rag mats, +and the walls were decorated in the oddest manner with pictures cut from +old papers and magazines, bits of colored glass, strips of glittering +tin twisted into grotesque shapes, and red and green motto-papers +fashioned into some semblance of flowers.</p> + +<p>On a bed near the window lay a little pale-faced, brown-haired girl, +with wistful gray eyes, and a smile like sunshine breaking through a +cloud. In her hands she held a pair of knitting-needles, with which she +was knitting with marvellous quickness some coarse thread into wide, +strong lace. Beside the bed stood a small table, holding a box of +water-colors, a camel's-hair brush or two, a lead-pencil, a cup filled +with water, and a piece of paper on which was a rude attempt at a +painting of a bunch of daisies.</p> + +<p>"See what I've brought you, Phemie!" cried her brother, joyfully. +"To-day's your birthday: thirteen years old—almost as old as I am. Bet +you thought I'd forgotten it; but I didn't, dearie; no, indeed."</p> + +<p>"Daisies! daisies!" cried the girl, with a sweet glad laugh, dropping +her work, and holding out her pretty slender hands. "Oh, brother—dear, +good, <i>darling</i> brother—will they live and grow?"</p> + +<p>"The gardener says they will, and he ought to know," answered her +brother. "And now you needn't be aching<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_563" id="Page_563">[Pg 563]</a></span> your poor little head any more +trying to think exactly how they look, for you can study them all day +long. But, good gracious! I must go and sell my papers, or we'll have no +berries for dinner, and that would be dreadful." And giving his sister a +kiss, he hurried away again, as happy, I believe, as any boy in that +great city on that pleasant summer day.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad, so very, <i>very</i> glad that you have come," said Phemie to +the daisies as soon as he was gone, as she set them on the table, and +gazed at them with tears in her eyes, "and I beg of you to live, dear +daisies. I am a poor weak little girl, and I can sit up but a few hours +each day. But a long while ago I could run about like other little +girls, and I lived in the country, where thousands of daisies grew, and +I have never forgotten them. Mamma was alive then, but she's dead now, +and father left us here a year after she died, and we have never seen +him since. He didn't care for daisies or us. How good of Brother Frank +to bring you to me, daisies! I shall knit so much better and faster, and +earn so much more money, with your bright faces smiling at me. And some +day I shall make a picture of you—I have been trying to paint one from +memory—that shall be almost as pretty as your own dear selves." And she +leaned back against her pillow, singing softly to herself; and while her +fingers plied the knitting-needles, her spirit, led by the spirits of +the meadow flowers, wandered to green fields, and listened to the hum of +the bees and the song of the birds, and grew lighter and happier every +moment. And Frank, coming in quietly at noon, saw her with closed eyes +and clasped hands, and heard her say, "Dear God, a helpless child thanks +Thee for daisies!"</p> + +<p>And the daisies all lived, and increased in numbers until the room +overflowed with them. On floor and shelves they bloomed in cracked +pitchers, broken jars, old fruit cans, everything that Frank could find +to fill with them. And Phemie did paint a beautiful picture of them at +last, and through this picture came much good fortune to that garret +home. For Frank, showing it, in his brotherly love and pride, to a kind +gentleman whom he served with papers, was surprised to learn that it was +worth more than his sister knitting lace for three long months could +earn.</p> + +<p>And now to end the story. The very prettiest New-Year's card that +appeared to celebrate the birth of 1880 was one on which the New-Year's +greeting was printed on a ribbon encircling the stems of a bunch of +daisies. Those daisies are Phemie's daisies. And the young flower +painter, growing stronger day by day, is the happy mistress of two +pleasant rooms and a mite of a studio.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="OLD_HANNIBAL" id="OLD_HANNIBAL"></a>OLD HANNIBAL.</h2> + +<h3>BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.</h3> + +<p>"No, mother," said Colonel Dunway to his wife, at the breakfast table, +"I shall ride the black colt on parade to-day. Hannibal is too fat and +too old."</p> + +<p>"Too old? He and Barry are just of an age."</p> + +<p>"And Barry's only a little colt yet? Well, you may bring him and Prue +out to the grand review in the afternoon, but I guess I'll ride the +black this morning. You can put Hannibal in the carry-all. Perhaps he'd +like to take a look again at a regiment of troops in line."</p> + +<p>Barry and Prue listened with all their ears.</p> + +<p>They knew there was to be a grand parade of soldiers that day, and they +were prouder than they knew how to tell of the fact that their father +was to wear a uniform, and ride a horse, and give orders to some of the +men.</p> + +<p>"Prue," said Barry, "father's going to 'spect them."</p> + +<p>"<i>In</i>-speck them," whispered Prue, correcting him. "Nobody else knows +how."</p> + +<p>That might be, for Colonel Dunway had been an officer of the regular +army, and he was now Colonel of a regiment of militia; but there was one +thing he had said that puzzled Barry and Prue dreadfully.</p> + +<p>"Barry," said Prue, after breakfast, "is Nibble old?"</p> + +<p>"Father says he is."</p> + +<p>"And he said he was fat."</p> + +<p>"Dr. Barnes is old, and he's fat."</p> + +<p>"But his head's bare."</p> + +<p>"Nibble isn't bald, and he isn't gray either."</p> + +<p>"He's brown."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Dunway had told the exact truth about Hannibal, or Nibble, as the +children called him. He and Barry were just of an age, and he had been a +mere two-year-old colt when Prue was a baby in her cradle.</p> + +<p>It was after that that Colonel Dunway had taken Hannibal with him to the +army, and brought him home again.</p> + +<p>He had been a war-horse, the Colonel said, and so it would not do to +turn him into a plough-horse, and the consequence was that Nibble did +not have enough work to do, and he grew fat too fast.</p> + +<p>Yet he and Barry were only nine years old apiece. That made eighteen +years between them; and if you added seven years for Prue, it would only +have made twenty-five, and everybody knows that is not very old, if you +had given them all to Hannibal.</p> + +<p>Barry and Prue would have given him almost anything they had, for he was +a great friend and crony of theirs.</p> + +<p>"Prue," said Barry, "let's go out to the barn. I've got an apple."</p> + +<p>"He can have my bun."</p> + +<p>What there was left of it, that meant, for Prue's little white teeth had +been at work on that bun.</p> + +<p>That had been a troubled morning for Hannibal. Before he had finished +his breakfast a party of men rode by the house, and one of them was +playing on a bugle. He had set Hannibal's mind at work upon army matters +and war; so when Barry and Prue came to see him, he would not even +nibble. He smelled of the apple, and he looked at the bun, but that was +all.</p> + +<p>"He's getting old," said Barry.</p> + +<p>"And fat," added Prue.</p> + +<p>"Tell you what, Prue, let's take him out into the lot. I know mother'd +let us."</p> + +<p>That was likely, for Mrs. Dunway always felt safer about them if Nibble +were keeping them company.</p> + +<p>"I'll get on his back."</p> + +<p>"And I'll lead him. Wait till I fix the halter."</p> + +<p>Prue climbed up on the side of the stall where Nibble was, and he stood +perfectly still while she clambered over to her place on his back.</p> + +<p>Barry knew exactly what to do, and the old war-horse began to think he +did himself. He must have been thinking, for he half closed one eye as +he was walking out, and opened the other very wide, with a wonderfully +knowing look.</p> + +<p>He was looking down the lane, and he saw that the front gate was open, +and just at that moment there came up the road, very faint and sweet, +the music of the cavalry bugle.</p> + +<p>"Nibble! Nibble!" exclaimed Barry, "where are you going?"</p> + +<p>Hannibal did not answer a word, but walked on down the lane very fast +indeed, and Barry lost hold of the halter.</p> + +<p>As for Prue, she was not scared a particle, for she had ridden in that +way many a time, and her confidence in herself and old Nibble was +unbounded.</p> + +<p>"Cluck, cluck, cluck—get-ap."</p> + +<p>"Stop, Prue, stop. He's going faster."</p> + +<p>"Get-ap! Come, Barry. Oh, there's mother at the window!"</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 301px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="301" height="400" alt="THE "THREE CHILDREN."—Drawn by Kelly." title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE "THREE CHILDREN."—<span class="smcap">Drawn by Kelly</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p>Mrs. Dunway was not frightened any more than Prue, for she said to +herself, "Too old, indeed! Well, they're more like three children, when +they're together, than anything<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_564" id="Page_564">[Pg 564]</a></span> else. I'm glad he is fat. He won't go +too fast for Prue."</p> + +<p>He was in the road now, and he seemed disposed to keep Barry from again +getting hold of that halter.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear," said Barry, "the parade-ground's down there."</p> + +<p>Hannibal knew that, by the music, and he was almost trotting now.</p> + +<p>In fact, he was looking younger and younger, somehow, every minute, and +Barry felt more and more as if he ought to have hold of the halter, +instead of merely running along-side and shouting to Prue.</p> + +<p>The regiment was drawn up on the great bare field where the review was +to be that afternoon, and they looked splendidly.</p> + +<p>Colonel Dunway was saying so, as he sat in front of them, on his +handsome black colt, and a number of other officers who were riding with +him said the same, and so did the ladies who were keeping them company.</p> + +<p>Just then the bugle sounded again, from the head of the column, and Prue +had to hold on hard, for Hannibal suddenly began to canter, and he +answered the music with a loud, clear whinny of delight.</p> + +<p>Barry was half out of breath with running, but he kept up with the other +two, and in a moment more Hannibal halted, proudly arching his neck, and +treading daintily upon the grass, right in front of the regiment.</p> + +<p>"I declare," exclaimed Colonel Dunway, "the old fellow has come to +review the troops."</p> + +<p>"So has Prue," said one of the officers.</p> + +<p>Barry hardly knew whether to laugh or to cry, but the soldiers suddenly +broke out in a grand "hurrah."</p> + +<p>They were cheering Prue and her war-horse, and Colonel Dunway himself +was compelled to let the "three children" stay and keep the place +Hannibal chose for them at the head of the regiment.</p> + +<p>There was plenty of apples for Nibble that day.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SEA-BREEZES" id="SEA-BREEZES"></a>SEA-BREEZES.</h2> + +<h3>LETTER No. 2 FROM BESSIE MAYNARD TO HER DOLL.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Old Orchard Beach</span>, <i>July, 1880</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The days must seem very long and lonely to you, my sweet Clytemnestra, +and I will send you another letter, to "cheer you up a bit," as nursie +used to say when she gave me a lump of sugar, after pulling my curls +'most out of my head, trying to get out the tangles.</p> + +<p>How are you getting along all this time? and what do you find to amuse +yourself with? Do you sit still in your own corner of the baby-house day +after day, or does some kind fairy come in once in a while and wind you +up, so that you can run round the room and get a little exercise? We +will have lots of walks and talks when I get home, my Clytie. I heard +mamma telling Cousin Frank last night that we should proberly go next +month. If I did not know that you were at home expecting and wanting me, +it would be awfully hard to think of leaving this place; for life by the +sad sea waves is truly (as I heard a lady say yesterday) "fassernating +and terancing."</p> + +<p>There are so many people here it seems like a party all the time. There +are not many children, though—at least not at <i>our</i> hotel; only Fanny, +Dora, and me for girls; Randolph Peyton, Jack Hunter, Charley Phillips, +and Hal Davis for boys; Snip and Moppet for dogs; and the cunningest wee +little mite of a pussykin, named Whitetoes, for cats. Not that cats and +dogs are exactly <i>children</i>, either, but they are just as good, and +sometimes better. I'm sure I would rather play any time with Snip and +Whitetoes than with that horrid Randolph. He is the very unpolitest boy +I ever knew. Let me tell you something he did yesterday, and then I +guess you will agree with me. We seven children and the dogs had planned +a beautiful picnic down on "the island," as we call it.</p> + +<p>You know the geography says (or you <i>would</i> know if you had ever been to +school, poor child!) that "an island is a portion of land entirely +surrounded by water." Well, <i>this</i> "portion of land" runs out ever so +far into the sea, and has a pretty grove on it; and at high tide the +water covers the little strip of land where it really joins the beach, +so that for a little while it <i>is</i> an island, but the rest of the time +it is a <i>peninsula</i>. That is a big word, and you don't know a bit what +it means, and I can't tell you now; you shall learn about it when we +begin our lessons.</p> + +<p>But, oh dear, I was going to tell you about the picnic, and Randolph +Peyton, the great disagreeable boy. Somehow or other, when I begin to +write to you, there are so many things to essplain that I never seem to +"come to the point," as papa says.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="400" height="224" alt="HOW WE LOOKED JUST BEFORE IT HAPPENED." title="" /> +<span class="caption">HOW WE LOOKED JUST BEFORE IT HAPPENED.</span> +</div> + +<p>We had planned to start at eight o'clock, but what with Moppet's running +away, and Snip's taking a nap behind a hay-cock down in the orchard, +where we only found him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_565" id="Page_565">[Pg 565]</a></span> by accident at the very last minute, we were +not fairly on our way till almost nine. The boys carried the lunch +baskets, Fan wheeled her baby carriage, with poor invalid Jane lying +back on the pillows, looking too forlorn for anything, but really Fan +seems to love her even more than she loved Lucille; and I do think, +considering what Jane has been through, that she is the very best child +in the world.</p> + +<p>Sometimes when I look at her woe-begone face, and her poor little head +without a single hair on it (she wears a lace cap, but we can see the +<i>bald</i> right through), and remember her cheeks as they used to be, and +her lovely golden curls, and then think how gentle and kind she is, +never complaining, nor speaking a single cross word, I can't help +saying' right out to her, "You poor little dear thing. Solomon was right +when he said 'Handsome is, that handsome does.'" Well, Fan wheeled her +along, and I carried Moppet curled up in my arms like a white puff-ball, +while Dora ran races all along the beach with Snip.</p> + +<p>I forgot to tell you that Randolph had been behaving badly all the way, +teasing us girls, pinching the dogs, and making fun of Jane; but the +terrible thing of all did not happen till we were crossing over to the +island. We always lay a board across from a rock on the beach side to a +rock on the island side, and over that we girls walk, though the boys +generally wade right through the water.</p> + +<p>Fan and Jane went first on the board, then Dora and Snip, and last +Moppet and me.</p> + +<p>Now listen, my Clytie, though, without having seen it, you never can +quite know how perfectly terrible it was. Just as Dora and Snip were in +the very middle of the board, and <i>all</i> of us were <i>on</i> it, Randolph, +who was standing in the water, gave a most unearthly screech, and at +that very minute— But, mercy me! there's the tea-bell, and you <i>must</i> +excuse me, my lamb, for leaving you right here, for how can I help it +when I smell <i>waffles</i>?—waffles, and muffins too, I think.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 35em;">In greatest haste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 40em;">Your own mamma,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 45em;"><span class="smcap">Bessie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>P.S.—It <i>was</i> waffles I smelled, and I thought of you, dear Clytie, as +I ate them. Now I shall have to leave my story of Randolph at its very +smilax (or climax, which is it?), and finish it in my next letter, for I +have written so much my fingers are all cramped up; so good-night.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_PITIFUL_HARE" id="THE_PITIFUL_HARE"></a>THE PITIFUL HARE.</h2> + +<h3>FROM THE JAPANESE, BY W. E. GRIFFIS.</h3> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 279px;"> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="279" height="400" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Hares are always treated kindly by the Chinese and Japanese people, who +make household pets of them. The Chinese believe that the hare lives to +be a thousand years old, and that at the end of five centuries its hair +becomes white. Instead of seeing a man in the moon, they imagine they +see a hare standing on its hind-legs, and pounding drugs in a mortar. +There are great creatures like gigantic men, called genii, who live in +the moon, and make "the elixir of life," a draught of which confers very +long life. The hare is their steward, and spends his time in pounding +the precious roots and bark of the "tree of the king of drugs," from +which the elixir is made. In the Japanese fairy tales, whoever smells, +touches, or tastes of this tree is immediately healed of all disease.</p> + +<p>The country folks in Japan believe a great deal more in the influence of +the moon on crops, and good luck, and the weather, than our farmers do, +and some of the Japanese almanacs are very funny to read. It is for +these reasons that the people do not injure the hare, for fear of +hindering the good influence of the moon.</p> + +<p>The hare is considered above all others the faithful animal, and in the +story which the picture tells he is comforting his master.</p> + +<p>It would seem very queer to you, my readers, to see tame hares running +about the house instead of your pet dogs and cats? But this is what the +little Japanese see.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_566" id="Page_566">[Pg 566]</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_012.jpg" width="600" height="257" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX." title="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Meredith, New Hampshire</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I thought some of the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> would like to hear +about a young robin my papa found under a cherry-tree near the +house. He thought I could raise him, and take him back to New York +for a pet. But after I had kept him two days in my room, he would +chirp so mournfully when he heard the other birds singing merrily +outside that it made me feel so sorry, I took him and put him on a +branch of the tree. Oh, I wish you could have seen him flap his +wings with delight. Then the old birds came, so glad to greet him. +And how glad I was then that I had given him his freedom!</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Alberto A. Dal M.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Meadville, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am a subscriber to <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and am much pleased with it. It +is the only pet I have.</p> + +<p>I live near the Alleghany College, and I like to see the students +drilling. On Commencement afternoon they had a regular sham +battle. The military is composed of four companies, all under the +command of Major H——. The Major ordered out two companies for +the sham battle. One company he sent around the base of a hill, +and up through a ravine. The other company turned the cannon +round, and made the attacking party surrender as they came out in +sight.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Willie V.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">St. Louis County, Missouri</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I caught some turtles, which I keep in a tub. I feed them on meat, +bread, and carrots. Last summer I hatched out two land turtles. +Now I have fifteen turtles' eggs, and I think they will hatch. We +found a land turtle that had July 3, 1776, carved on its back. I +hope "The Moral Pirates" will catch some turtles. I am nine years +old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">C. G. R.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Wellsburg, West Virginia</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I was up in the woods a few days ago, and I saw a woodchuck go in +a hole. Having heard that they had a great deal of curiosity, I +hid behind a heap of dirt real close to the hole, and in a minute +out the woodchuck came to get a better look at me. Just then Dick, +a little dog, came scampering up, ran by the hole, turned round, +and crept softly back and stopped, watching, with eyes and ears on +the alert. But I made a noise, so the woodchuck did not come out +again.</p> + +<p>Once Dick was watching on the top of a steep bank, and a great big +woodchuck stuck its head out of a hole. Dick grabbed it, and +together they rolled to the bottom of the bank, where, if somebody +had not killed the woodchuck, Dick would have had the worst of the +fight, as he was the smallest.</p> + +<p>Are ground-squirrels, chipmunks, and gophers the same kind of +animals?</p> + +<p>I have a barrel sunk in the ground, with cold water running in and +out, and about two hundred minnows in it. Please tell me something +good to feed them on.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Samuel J.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The ground-squirrel and chipmunk are the same animal, but the gopher, or +Canada pouched rat, belongs to a different family.—Feed your minnows by +throwing bread-crumbs, and flies, and other small insects on the surface +of the water.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Chimacum Valley, Washington Territory</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I live on a farm. I take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I think it is a very +nice little paper.</p> + +<p>I have had the rheumatism since Christmas so bad that I could not +walk nor turn myself in bed. Do you know what will get me well? I +am thirteen years old.</p> + +<p>A lady gave me eight ducks' eggs. I set them under a hen, and now +I have five little ducks. The old hen looks so frightened when her +little ones go swimming in a pan of water! I suppose she thinks +they are strange chickens. I have a dog named Prince. He knows so +much he comes very near talking. Whenever I go away and come back, +he will pick up a stick in his mouth and run toward me. I have a +hen with nine little chicks. Whenever they get hungry, the mamma +hen will come to the door of the house and cluck. My father milks +twenty-eight cows. They give a bucket of milk apiece.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Arthur S. R.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Yosemite Valley, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I live in Philadelphia, but it is so hot there in the summer that +we decided to spend a few weeks in this beautiful Californian +valley, camping out.</p> + +<p>We travelled from Merced to this place in our own wagons, pitching +our tents every night. I like camp life very much, sleeping in +tents and eating in the open air. Sometimes we build a camp fire +in the evening, and all sit around it, telling stories and +singing. It is very warm in the daytime here, and cold at night; +and there is such a strong wind almost all the time that if you go +too near the water-falls the spray is blown over you like rain. We +make excursions every day to mountains and water-falls near by.</p> + +<p>On the way here we saw a tree so large that it took fourteen of us +to get our arms round it.</p> + +<p>If any of the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> ever get a chance to go +camping, I advise them to do it, for I think it is a great deal of +fun.</p> + +<p>I like to read <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much, and I am so glad I take it. +I am twelve years old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Alice W. S.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Glenora, Mississippi</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>My grandma gives <span class="smcap">Young People</span> to my brother and myself, and we +like it very much. I have no pets to write about, for my little +pet deer, named Nettie, died. We live in the country, on the banks +of a beautiful lake, and have a nice time fishing and taking skiff +rides. I wish you could see the lovely magnolia-trees in my +grandma's yard; and she has so many pretty roses too.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Louise B.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Bridgeport, Connecticut</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>My papa is in Europe this summer, and he writes me very funny +letters. His last one was from Paris, and he told me what people +did when they wanted to take a bath in their room at the hotel. +You touch an electric bell, and the man in the office telegraphs +to a station, and a cart carrying a round boiler with hot and cold +water, and drawn by a horse, comes dashing up to the hotel just +like a fire engine; a man rushes up to your room with a tub and +towels, and before you know it you are taking a nice warm bath. +Papa said one day, just for fun, he rang for two baths at the same +time, and it was very comical to see the two Frenchmen fight to +see which bath should be used first. Papa makes little sketches +all through his letters, so I know just how things look. I guess +we shall all go to Europe another year, and then I will write you +a letter from London or Paris.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Paul S.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Dansville, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am four and a half years old, and I can not read or write, but +mamma is writing this for me. Papa has taken <span class="smcap">Harper's Weekly</span> since +1865, and binds it himself, and now he takes <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for me, +and is going to bind that too. I love to look at the pictures and +hear mamma read the stories in my paper as soon as it is sewed and +cut.</p> + +<p>I have many nice toys and playthings, and two pet kittens; their +names are Dick and Spot.</p> + +<p>Papa plays on the violin, and mamma plays the organ, and I play on +my triangle with them. I have a little violin, too, that grandpa +gave me, but I don't play on it much when papa and mamma play. I +can sing a great many pieces. I like music.</p> + +<p>We live in a pleasant farm-house south of Dansville. I do lots of +chores for papa and mamma, and I ride our horse to water nearly +every day. We have plenty of nice fruit and flowers.</p> + +<p>I think the Post-office Box is nice.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Clyde H.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Hastings, Minnesota</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I like it so much. I always read the +letters the very first thing when I get my paper. Almost all the +boys and girls write about their pets. I have no pets except my +dolls. I have eight dolls. The largest is wax, and I call her +Bessie.</p> + +<p>As I was trying to paint, the other day, I saw a large ant run +along. I touched it with my brush, and then it was a green ant +instead of a black one.</p> + +<p>I tried the recipe for cup-cake that Bessie L. S. sent, and it was +just splendid.</p> + +<p>I think the story of "The Moral Pirates" is very nice. When I get +a whole volume of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, I am going to have it bound. I am +ten years old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Mabel I.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Jenkintown, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Our school closed on the last day of June, and the 1st of July we +had a picnic, and we all enjoyed ourselves very much.</p> + +<p>I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, especially the Post-office Box. The story of +"The Moral Pirates" is splendid, and I hope it will be a good long +one.</p> + +<p>I have no tame pets, but there are some chipping sparrows around +our house. One pair built a nest in the honeysuckles by the +kitchen door, and another pair built in the grape arbor.</p> + +<p>Here is a recipe for cake for the Cooking Club: One and a half +cups of sugar; one egg; two table-spoonfuls of butter; three cups +of sifted flour; one cup of sweet milk; two tea-spoonfuls of cream +of tartar; one of soda; a little essence of either lemon or +almond—I like almond best. This will make a good big cake.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Ella B. R.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I found fifty-five new flowers in June. Among them was the +<i>Ceanothus americanus</i>, or New Jersey tea, the leaves of which, +mamma read to me, were used for tea during the American +Revolution. It is a pretty shrub with white flowers.</p> + +<p>I have two pet kittens, named Puck and Blossom.</p> + +<p>I would like to send Carrie Harding some pressed arbutus, but it +has done blooming for this year. I would be glad to exchange other +kinds of pressed flowers with her, if she would like to do so.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Harry H. Moore</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Windsor, Connecticut.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Anacostia, D. C.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>On the 10th of July I was nine years old. Although it is vacation +now, I practice writing in my copy-book, for it is very important +to be a good writer.</p> + +<p>I have a butterfly net, and have caught some very pretty +specimens. If Walter H. P. would use benzine to kill his +butterflies, he would find it quite as good as cyanide of +potassium, which is so poisonous. Benzine can be bought by the +quart at the paint shops at a low price, and one or two drops on +the head of a butterfly will kill it at once.</p> + +<p>I have a bantam rooster so tame that he will allow me to pick him +up and carry him in my arms. I have a kitchen-garden, too. In it +there are potatoes, corn, tomatoes, water-melons, a pea-nut vine, +and two fine tobacco plants. One of my tomato vines has fruit on +it. There are no weeds in my garden.</p> + +<p>I think <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> is the best paper published for +children.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Willie C. S.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harshmanville, Ohio</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Papa takes <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> for my brother. Mamma made him a +pie from Helen's recipe. It was very nice. Mamma says some little +girls are born cooks.</p> + +<p>When my brother reads the fairy stories in <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, he says +he would like to wade the Atlantic Ocean, and put a few whales in +his pocket for his minnow tank. Now he wants to go fishing in a +boat. He is almost ten, and I am seven.</p> + +<p>Mamma says, Tell Puss Hunter to set her bread to rise in a deep +vessel, as the less surface exposed, the better it is, as the gas +is kept confined in the dough. A flannel cloth to cover it with is +best, for the same reason. Mamma says she is a friend to all +little bakers.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Myrtie Belle E.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I would like to exchange dried grasses, Southern moss, birds' eggs +and nests, for sea-shells, with any reader of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Horace L. Barlow</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Refugio, Refugio County, Texas.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I would be glad to exchange birds' eggs with any correspondent of +<span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">S. E. Strong</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">1394 Euclid Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am eleven years old. I have a pony, some rabbits, guinea-pigs, +and ferrets. Not long ago my pony went into the bantam-house, and +ate up a whole boxful of oats which was standing there. Then he +pulled down a bag of oats, and scattered them all over the floor. +I have two canaries which have set twice this spring, but have not +raised a bird.</p> + +<p>I would like to exchange pressed flowers with some little girl in +California.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Winnie Waldron</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">Care of Mr. E. H. Waldron, Lafayette, Indiana.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Will Harry Starr Kealhofer, of Memphis, Tennessee, please send his full +address, and a list of stamps he wishes to exchange, to M. C. Stryker, +corner of Argyle Avenue and Biddle Street, Baltimore, Maryland?</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Chicago, Illinois</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Will you please tell me the origin of the name of strawberries? I +take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and like it very much, and my little cousins in +Louisiana take it too. I am eight years old.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Winnie S. G.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The word strawberry is from the Anglo-Saxon, and was formerly written +<i>streawberie</i>. The reason for applying the name to the delicious little +fruit is undecided. Some authorities hold that it should be written +strayberry, and that it refers to the creeping or straying habit of the +vines.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">C. L. B.</span>—Alwur, sometimes written Alwar or Alvar, is a town of India, +eighty-five miles southwest of Delhi.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Bonanza, Idaho</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I have heard that there are a great many towns in the United +States named Vicksburg. Can you tell me how many?</p> + +<p>My sister tried Helen's recipe for lemon pie, in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. +32, and it was very nice.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">F. M. G.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>There are five towns and cities named Vicksburg, one in each of the +following States: Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, Pennsylvania, +Mississippi.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Willie M.</span>—Directions for making an ordinary kite were given in +Post-office Box No. 19. "Sim Vedder's Kite," in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 25, +also contained some valuable suggestions.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Wave</span>.—Common sunfish can not injure the gold-fish and other inhabitants +of your aquarium.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ottawa, Canada</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>I am nine years old, and I have two sisters and one brother, Ruth, +Alonzo, and baby Vera.</p> + +<p>There was a boy who wrote to <span class="smcap">Young People</span> and said he was very +fond of history. So am I. I have read <i>Peter Parley's History of +the United States</i> five<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_567" id="Page_567">[Pg 567]</a></span> times, and now I am reading Charles +Dickens's <i>Child's History of England</i>. I don't know what to read +next. I wish you would tell me the names of some child's +histories, for I do not understand very well those written for +older people.</p></div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Percy R.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<p>All of Abbott's Illustrated Histories would interest you. Then there are +some good histories for young readers by Miss Yonge; and child's +histories of the United States, of Greece, and of Rome, by Bonner; an +interesting child's history of the United States, by T. W. Higginson; +and many other books referring to special periods, like Mr. Coffin's +<i>Story of Liberty</i> and <i>Boys of '76</i>, where you will find much valuable +information. The works by Abbott, Bonner, and Coffin are published by +Harper & Brothers.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ella W.</span>—The date of the invention of gun-powder is unknown. Tradition +says that it was used in China as early as <span class="smcap">a.d.</span> 85, for fire-works and +blasting, and that the Arabs employed it at the siege of Mecca in 690. +Roger Bacon is supposed to allude to its explosive force, and it is said +that Berthold Schwartz, a monk, about 1336, discovered the mode of +manufacturing it. It is also said that the knowledge of it was conveyed +to Europe by the returning Crusaders.</p> + +<p>Tempt your parrot with English walnuts, bits of apple and pear, and +canary and hemp seed, and also give it a red pepper to pick to pieces. +Let it out of its cage to climb about an hour or more every morning. A +parrot can not be healthy without some exercise.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">George F.</span>—Directions for "Model Yacht Building" were given in <span class="smcap">Young +People</span> No. 23.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">F. H. L.</span>—Any hardware merchant will send to New York city for a +catalogue of toy steam-engines for you, which will give you full +information in regard to styles, prices, and how and where the engine +you require can be obtained.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Fred H. H.</span>—You can purchase turtles at any store where gold-fish and +materials for an aquarium are sold. They will cost you very little—ten +or fifteen cents apiece, perhaps, for small ones. If you are going to +the country, you can catch plenty of them yourself. By reading former +numbers of Our Post-office Box you will find many directions for the +care of turtles. A water turtle needs clean water, and also stones to +climb up on.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Flavors are acknowledged from Anna Stuart, John Parr, Lulu A. Sacchi, +Helen E. H., Ed. Walshe, Edith Haigh, Blanche C., H. Krause, Fannie L. D., +Eddie A. Leet.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from Joseph Roome, Philip E. +Ide, William I. Coleman, Harry Louis, May L. Davis, R. H. King, W. +Fowler, J. H. Shaw, Otis L. How, John W., Harry E. Furber, George W. +Raymond, W. Callaghan, Leon Munroe, Beryl Abbott, Willie Miner, Eddie +Wheeler, H. M. P., Helen W. Dean, Howard Rathbone, Daisy Violet, Paul +Sterling, F. and B. Haigh, M. C. Stryker, Winnie Waldron, George +Francis, Carrie and Cora, Wilfred H. Warner, Lucie Ruprecht, H. H. +Gottleben, Lillian Clark, Minnie Lewis, Eddie S. Hequembourg, G. +Volckhausen, Alfred Jaquith, A. H. Ellard, Nannie S. S., Hallie S. +Morgan, Jessie and Gertie Evans.</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 16 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 11, 8, 15, 5 is used in winter.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 7, 12, 9, 2, 8 is found on the sea-shore.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 1, 3, 14, 6, 10 is a flock of birds.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 2, 3, 5, 15 is a vein of metal.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My 1, 16, 13, 4, 5 is floating vapor.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My whole was a noted British admiral.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;">"<span class="smcap">Tout ou Rien</span>."</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>WORD SQUARE.</h3> + +<p class="center">First, a division of time. Second, a girl's name. Third, disagreeable. +Fourth, beams of light.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">M. E. N.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>HIDDEN CITIES AND COUNTRIES.</h3> + +<p>1. I know the girls have nice new gloves. 2. Yes, I am going to start +for Europe to-morrow. 3. The hero met his comrades. 4. At the sale many +people were present. 5. The ox for David was brought home yesterday. 6. +When you go to Ceylon, do not neglect to write often to mother. 7. Near +the foxes' den marks of feet were seen. 8. When Johnny whispers, I +always tell him to speak louder. 9. Being unjustly accused by our +teachers, we deny having disobeyed the rules. 10. There were so many +people, I thought the procession would never pass.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">S. B.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My first is in float, but not in sink.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My second is in write, but not in ink.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My third is in barn, but not in store.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fourth is in nickel, but not in ore.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My fifth is in garden, but not in walk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My sixth is in stem, but not in stalk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">My whole is a delicious fruit.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">W. H. L.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<h3>DIAMOND PUZZLE.</h3> + +<p class="center">In soprano. A mineral. A musical instrument. A verb. In soprano.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Willie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<h3>DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</h3> + +<p class="center">A period of time. A measurement. An animal. A river in the United +States. To signify. Answer—Two of the United States.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">Jupiter</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 36.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'> 1. Black, bl<i>o</i>ck, b<i>r</i>ock, br<i>i</i>ck, <i>t</i>rick, tric<i>e</i>, tri<i>t</i>e, <i>w</i>rite, w<i>h</i>ite.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 2. Rose, r<i>i</i>se, ri<i>l</i>e, <i>w</i>ile, wil<i>y</i>, <i>l</i>ily.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 3. Beef, <i>r</i>eef, ree<i>l</i>, re<i>a</i>l, <i>v</i>eal.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 4. Lamb, lam<i>e</i>, la<i>n</i>e, lan<i>d</i>, <i>b</i>and, b<i>o</i>nd, bo<i>l</i>d, <i>w</i>old, wol<i>f</i>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 5. Sick, si<i>l</i>k, sil<i>l</i>, <i>w</i>ill, w<i>e</i>ll.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 6. Moon, <i>b</i>oon, boo<i>r</i>, bo<i>a</i>r, <i>s</i>oar, s<i>t</i>ar.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 7. Town, to<i>r</i>n, <i>m</i>orn, mor<i>e</i>, mo<i>t</i>e, m<i>i</i>te, <i>c</i>ite, cit<i>y</i>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 8. Hawk, ha<i>r</i>k, <i>b</i>ark, bar<i>d</i>, b<i>i</i>rd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> 9. Sew, se<i>t</i>, s<i>i</i>t, si<i>p</i>, <i>r</i>ip.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>10. Page, <i>r</i>age, ra<i>c</i>e, rac<i>k</i>, r<i>o</i>ck, ro<i>o</i>k, <i>b</i>ook.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<p class="center">Alabama.</p> + +<h3>No. 3.</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'>M</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>S</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>T</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>M</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>L</td><td align='left'>O</td><td align='left'>N</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>T</td><td align='left'>O</td><td align='left'>P</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>N</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<p class="center">A rolling stone gathers no moss.</p> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="10%" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>P</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>L</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>N</td><td align='left'>V</td><td align='left'>Y</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A</td><td align='left'>V</td><td align='left'>E</td><td align='left'>R</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>L</td><td align='left'>Y</td><td align='left'>R</td><td align='left'>E</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<p class="center">Pudding.</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—<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>:</p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span></td><td align='right'>$0.04</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">One Subscription</span>, <i>one year</i></td><td align='right'>1.50</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Five Subscriptions</span>, <i>one year</i></td><td align='right'>7.00</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p>Subscriptions may begin with any Number. 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Rewritten and Enlarged. 12mo, Cloth, $1.00.</p> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<h3>Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.</h3> + +<h4>☞ <i>Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the +United States, on receipt of the price.</i></h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_568" id="Page_568">[Pg 568]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SOLUTION_TO_MONDDIA_PUZZLE" id="SOLUTION_TO_MONDDIA_PUZZLE"></a>SOLUTION TO MONDDIA PUZZLE.</h2> + +<p class="center">With a pair of scissors cut the straight line from A to B in Fig. 1. +Then join the two pieces as in Fig. 2, and you have a Diamond.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="300" height="193" alt="Fig. 1." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Fig. 1.</span> +</div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="300" height="210" alt="Fig. 2." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Fig. 2.</span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="FIRE-EATING" id="FIRE-EATING"></a>FIRE-EATING.</h2> + +<h3>BY F. BELLEW.</h3> + +<p>You have read accounts, no doubt, if you have not seen the actual +performance, of men who do wonderful things in the way of swallowing +fire. Some of these feats may be executed by amateurs, with very good +effect, in parlor entertainments.</p> + +<p>I will first describe the feat of swallowing fire. This is very simple. +Take a small piece of jeweller's cotton about the size of a walnut, and +pour on it a little alcohol; a few drops will do. Then, standing with +your face to the audience, you light this with a match. You then take a +long breath, and open your mouth wide, holding your breath, mind, all +the time; then you put the blazing cotton into your mouth, but just as +it passes your lips you blow all the air sharply from your lungs (this +extinguishes the fire in the cotton); shut your mouth quickly on the +cotton, and press it boldly to the roof of your mouth with your tongue. +You then slip the wad of cotton into your cheek, and swallow a draught +of water from a tumbler you have ready on the table. As you wipe your +mouth with your handkerchief after drinking the water, you remove the +bit of cotton, and then you can allow any one of the audience to examine +your mouth in order to satisfy himself that you really swallowed the +fire.</p> + +<p>In these fire-eating tricks, if you wash your mouth out with alum and +water, all the better.</p> + +<p>The other feat of fire-eating is a very old one, and has been often +published, but I have seen so very many people astonished by it that I +venture to give it again for the new generation.</p> + +<h3>THE CANDLE TRICK.</h3> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 76px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="76" height="150" alt="Fig. 1." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Fig. 1.</span> +</div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 67px;"> +<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="67" height="150" alt="Fig. 2." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Fig. 2.</span> +</div> + +<p>Procure a good, large apple or turnip, and cut from it a piece of the +shape of Fig. 1, to resemble the butt-end of a tallow candle; then from +a nut of some kind—an almond is the best—whittle out a small peg of +about the size and shape of Fig. 2. Stick the peg in the apple as in +Fig. 3, and you have a very fair representation of a candle. The wick +you can light, and it will burn for at least a minute. In performing you +should have your candle in a clean candlestick, show it plainly to the +audience, and then put it into your mouth, taking care to blow it out in +the same way as you would the cotton, and munch it up. If you think +best, you can blow the candle out and allow the wick to cool, and it +will look, with its burned wick, so natural that even the sharpest eyes +can not distinguish it from the genuine article.</p> + +<p>Once, at a summer resort in Massachusetts, I made use of this candle +with considerable effect. While performing a few parlor tricks to amuse +some friends, I pretended to need a light. A confederate left the room, +and soon returned with a lantern containing one of these apple +counterfeits.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="150" height="255" alt="Fig. 3." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Fig. 3.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Do you call that a candle?" I said.</p> + +<p>"Certainly," he replied.</p> + +<p>"Why, there is scarcely a mouthful."</p> + +<p>"A mouthful? Rather a disagreeable mouthful, I guess."</p> + +<p>"You have never been in Russia, I presume?"</p> + +<p>"Never."</p> + +<p>"Then you don't know what is good."</p> + +<p>"Good?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, good. Why, candle ends, with the wick a little burned, to give +them a flavor, are delicious. They always serve them up before dinner in +Russia as a kind of relish. It is considered bad taste in good society +there to ask a friend to sit down to dinner without offering him this +appetizer."</p> + +<p>"The bad taste would be in the relish, I think."</p> + +<p>"Not at all. Try a bit."</p> + +<p>I took the candle out of the lantern, and extended it toward my +confederate, who shrank back with disgust.</p> + +<p>"Well," I said, "if you won't have it, I'll eat it myself." And so +saying, I put it into my mouth and munched it up, amid the cries of +surprise and horror of the assembled party. Two old maids insisted on +looking into my mouth to see whether it was not concealed there.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_RIDDLE_IN_RHYME" id="A_RIDDLE_IN_RHYME"></a>A RIDDLE IN RHYME.</h2> + +<p class="center">On one occasion, while at a dinner party, Dr. O. W. Holmes composed the +following riddle:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">"My initials show my date to be</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">The morning of the Christian year;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Though fatherless, as all agree,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">I am a father, it is clear:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">A mother too, beyond dispute;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And when my son comes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">He's a fruit.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Now, not to puzzle you too much,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">'Twas I gave Holland to the Dutch."</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> +<img src="images/ill_018.jpg" width="700" height="602" alt="A WARM DAY IN THE COUNTRY—SUDDEN APPEARANCE OF VILLAGE +SCHOOL-MISTRESS, AND EQUALLY SUDDEN DISAPPEARANCE OF SCHOLARS." title="" /> +<span class="caption">A WARM DAY IN THE COUNTRY—SUDDEN APPEARANCE OF VILLAGE +SCHOOL-MISTRESS, AND EQUALLY SUDDEN DISAPPEARANCE OF SCHOLARS.</span> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, July 27, 1880, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JULY 27, 1880 *** + +***** This file should be named 29050-h.htm or 29050-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/0/5/29050/ + +Produced by Annie McGuire + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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