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+Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, June 25, 1895, by Various
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+Title: Harper's Round Table, June 25, 1895
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+Author: Various
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+Release Date: June 30, 2010 [EBook #33037]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, JUNE 25, 1895 ***
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+Produced by Annie McGuire
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+[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE]
+
+Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved.
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+PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, JUNE 25, 1895. FIVE CENTS A COPY.
+
+VOL. XVI.--NO. 817. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR.
+
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+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+OAKLEIGH.
+
+BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+It was a large house, standing well back from the broad highway that
+leads from Brenton to Pelham, so far back, indeed, and at the end of
+such a long shady drive, that it could not be seen for some few minutes
+after turning in from the road.
+
+The approach was pretty, the avenue winding through the trees, with an
+occasional glimpse of the meadows beyond. The road forked where the
+trees ended, and encircled the lawn, or the "heater-piece" as the family
+called it, it being in the exact shape of a flatiron. The house stood on
+high ground, and there were no trees very near.
+
+It was a white house with green blinds, solid and substantial looking.
+The roof of the piazza was upheld by tall white columns, and vines
+growing at either end relieved the bareness. On the southern side of the
+house a small conservatory had been added. On the other side the ground
+sloped to the Charles River, though in summer one could see only the
+water from the upper windows, because of the trees which grew so thick
+upon the banks.
+
+This was Oakleigh, the home of the Franklins, so named because of a
+giant oak-tree which spread its huge branches not far from the back of
+the house.
+
+As to the Franklins, there were five of them, and they were all
+assembled on the front porch.
+
+Though it was the last day of April, spring was unusually early for
+Massachusetts this year, and the day was warm and clear, suggesting
+summer and delightful possibilities of out-door fun.
+
+Edith, the eldest, sat with her work. It was unusual work for a girl of
+barely sixteen. A large old-fashioned basket was on the floor by her
+side, with piles of children's clothes in it, and she was slowly and
+laboriously darning a stocking over a china egg.
+
+The children had no mother, and a good deal devolved upon Edith.
+
+Jack and Cynthia, the twins, came next in age, and they were just
+fourteen. They looked alike though Jack was much the taller of the two,
+and his hair did not curl so tightly as Cynthia's. She sat on the steps
+of the piazza. Her sailor hat was cast on the ground at her feet, and
+her pretty golden-brown hair was, as usual, somewhat awry.
+
+It was one of the trials of Edith's life that Cynthia's hair would not
+keep smooth.
+
+Jack lay at full length on the grass, sometimes flat on his back,
+staring at the sky, sometimes rolling over, the more easily to address
+his sisters.
+
+Jack had a project in his mind, and was very much in earnest. Cynthia,
+of course, was already on his side--she had known of it from the first
+moment the idea popped into his head, but Edith had just been told, and
+she needed convincing.
+
+Janet and Willy, "the children," were playing at the other end of the
+porch. They were only six and five, and did not count in the family
+discussions.
+
+"There's money in it, I'm sure," said Jack; "and if I can only get
+father to agree with me and advance some money, I can pay him back in
+less than a year."
+
+"Papa hasn't much money to spare just now," said Edith, "and I have
+always heard that there was a good deal of risk about raising chickens
+from an incubator."
+
+"My dear girl," returned Jack, with an air of lofty authority, "allow me
+to say that you don't know much about it. I've been reading upon hens
+for two days, and I find that, allowing for all risks--bad eggs,
+inexperience, weasels, and skunks, and diseases, you're sure to make
+some profit at the end of a year. Now, I'm late in thinking of it, I
+know. To-morrow is the 1st of May, and I couldn't get more than three
+hatches this summer, but that would probably pay the cost of the
+incubator. I can get a first-rate one for forty dollars, and I can buy
+one 'brooder.' If I bought one I could make the others like it."
+
+"But your eggs?" said Edith. "You would have to pay a great deal for
+eggs."
+
+"Eggs would be about five or six dollars a hundred, and it takes two
+hundred to fill the machine. I should want to get a fine breed, of
+course--Brahmas, or Cochins, or Leghorns, probably, and they cost more;
+but, you see, when they begin to lay, there comes my money right back to
+me."
+
+"When they do," said Edith, sceptically.
+
+"Edith, don't be so mean!" cried Cynthia. "Jack wants to begin to make
+money, and I think he's right. I'm going to help him all I can, and we
+want you to be on our side to help talk over papa. He is always telling
+Jack that he'll soon have to begin to work, and now here's a chance."
+
+"Papa wants Jack to make some money to help support us when he is old
+enough, but he wants him to finish his education first, of course. And I
+am sure he doesn't want him to lay out a lot of money, as he would have
+to do in raising hens."
+
+"That's just like a girl," said Jack, scornfully. "Don't you know that
+there's always a lot of risk in anything you undertake, and you've got
+to take the chances? There are very few things you don't have to put
+money into."
+
+"Of course, for a grown man. But a boy of your age ought to work for a
+salary, or something of that sort--not go investing."
+
+Cynthia stirred uneasily. She knew this was just the wrong thing to say
+to Jack. Unfortunately, Edith was so apt to say the wrong thing.
+
+Jack sprang to his feet. "There's no use arguing with girls. I may be a
+'boy of my age,' but I've got some sense, and I know there's money in
+this. I'm not going to say another word about it to anybody until father
+comes home, and I can talk it over with him."
+
+And Jack walked off around the corner of the house, whistling to Ben and
+Chester, the two big setters, to follow him, which they did with joyful
+alacrity.
+
+"There!" exclaimed Cynthia, "now he's gone off mad. I don't see why you
+said that, Edith."
+
+"Said what? I'm sure it is true. The idea of a boy of his age--"
+
+"There you go again. Jack may be young, but he is trying awfully hard to
+help papa, and you needn't go twitting him about his age."
+
+"I'm sure I never meant to twit him," said Edith; "and I think he's
+awfully touchy. But it is half past four, Cynthia, and time to go meet
+papa. Won't you be sure to brush your hair and put on a fresh neck-tie
+or something? You do look so untidy. That skirt is all frayed out around
+the bottom."
+
+"Oh, bother my hair and my neck-tie, and everything else!" cried
+Cynthia, though with perfect good-nature. "Edith, you make such a fuss!
+Shall I go meet papa?"
+
+"No, I'll go; but I wish you would order the horse. Now, Cynthia, don't
+forget your hair, will you? Papa hates to see you untidy."
+
+For answer Cynthia banged the screen-door as she disappeared into the
+house and walked through the wide hall, humming as she went.
+
+"What shall I do with these children?" sighed Edith to herself, as she
+laid down the stocking, mended at last, and prepared to put up her work.
+"I'm sure I do the best I can, and what I think our mother would have
+liked, but it is very hard. If Cynthia only would be more neat!"
+
+A loud crash interrupted her thoughts. At the end of the piazza, where
+the children had been playing, was a mass of chairs and tables, while
+from the midst of the confusion came roars of pain, anger, and fright.
+
+"What _is_ the matter?" cried Edith, running to the scene, and
+overturning her work-basket in her flight.
+
+It took several minutes to extricate the screaming children, set them on
+their feet, and ascertain that no bones were broken.
+
+"Get the red oil!" shrieked Janet; "that naughty boy has killed me! I'm
+dead! I'm dead! Get the red oil!"
+
+"It's no such a thing!" shouted Willy. "I didn't do it, and I'm dead,
+too. Ugh! I'm all bludge. Get the red oil!"
+
+Cynthia had witnessed the scene from the window, and appeared just in
+time with the bottle of red oil, the panacea for all the Franklin bumps
+and bruises.
+
+"What were you doing, you naughty children?" said Edith, as she wiped
+the "bludge" from Willy's lips, and found that it came from a very small
+scratch, while Janet was scarcely hurt at all.
+
+"We were only playing cars, and Willy _would_ ride on the engine, and
+made it topple over, and--"
+
+"It's no such a thing!" interposed Willy. "Girls don't know nothin'
+'bout steam-cars, and Janet went and put her feet on the back of my
+chair, and--"
+
+He was interrupted by a blow from Janet's small fat fist, which he
+immediately returned in kind, and then both began to scream.
+
+"Yon are both as bad as you can be, and I've a good mind to send you to
+bed," said Edith, severely, shaking Janet as she spoke.
+
+Janet cast herself upon Cynthia. "Edith's horrid to us! She is so cross.
+Cynthia, don't let her send us to bed. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hit Willy;
+I'm sorry we upset the chairs; I'm sorry for everything."
+
+"Well, here comes the horse, and I must go," said Edith. "Oh, look at my
+basket!"
+
+And it was indeed a sight. Spools, scissors, china eggs, stockings,
+everything lay in wild confusion on the floor.
+
+"Never mind. I'll pick them up," said Cynthia. "Don't bother about them,
+Edith. The children will help me. Come along, Willy and Janet. Let's see
+which can find the most spools."
+
+Edith looked back doubtfully as, having put on her hat, she got into the
+carriage. What would her basket be like when she next saw it? But it was
+kind of Cynthia, and how much better Cynthia managed the children than
+she did. What was the reason? She was thinking it over, when she heard
+her name called loudly from behind, and, pulling in the horse quickly,
+she waited, wondering what had happened now.
+
+Cynthia came flying down the avenue. "Edith! Edith! Wait a minute! I
+forgot to tell you. Don't say anything to papa about Jack's scheme, will
+you? Let him tell."
+
+"Oh, Cynthia, how you frightened me! I thought something dreadful was
+the matter."
+
+"But don't, will you, Edith? Promise! You know--well, Edith, Jack can
+explain it so much better himself."
+
+Cynthia was too kind-hearted to tell Edith that she would spoil it all
+if she said anything first, but Edith knew that was what she meant. A
+sharp reply was on her lips, but she controlled herself in time.
+
+"Very well," she said, quietly, "I won't."
+
+And then she drove on, and Cynthia went back to the house satisfied.
+
+Edith had a quick, impatient temper, and it was not an easy matter for
+her to curb her tongue. Her mother had died five years ago, when she was
+but eleven years old. Then an aunt had come to live with them, but she
+had lately married and gone to South America, and now there was no one
+else, and Edith was considered old enough to keep house and look after
+the children.
+
+The road wound through the woods, with here and there a view of the
+river, leading finally into the old New England town and forming its
+main street.
+
+Tall elm-trees shaded the approach to the village, and fine old houses,
+with well-kept lawns in front, were to be seen on either side.
+
+The horse that Edith drove was by no means a fine one, and the old buggy
+was somewhat unsteady and rattled alarmingly. In other words, the
+Franklins were poor, but they had hosts of friends; and as Edith entered
+the village she nodded right and left to the various people she met.
+Every one liked the Franklins, and the family had lived at Oakleigh for
+generations.
+
+As she reached the station the train came in. A throng of carriages
+filled the broad space in front, and Edith was obliged to draw up at
+some little distance from the cars. Presently she saw her father coming
+towards her, and with him was an odd little figure, the sight of which
+made Edith's heart sink with apprehension.
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear!" she exclaimed to herself, "if there isn't Aunt
+Betsey!"
+
+Then she shrank back into the corner of the buggy, and watched the
+amused glances that were cast upon her relative by all who saw her.
+
+Miss Betsey Trinkett, of Wayborough, was Edith's great-aunt, and
+constituted one of the largest thorns in her side. She was old, she was
+odd, she was distinctly conspicuous; and Edith disliked above all things
+to be conspicuous.
+
+Miss Betsey trotted along the platform by her nephew's side, quite
+unconscious of the tumult she was raising in the breast of her
+grandniece. She was dressed in a short, scant velveteen gown that might
+have belonged to her grandmother, and a large bonnet of the same date,
+from which hung a figured lace veil. A gay shawl was folded about her
+slender shoulders, and Mr. Franklin carried her carpet-bag with the
+silver lock and key.
+
+She waved a welcome to Edith with a mitted hand, and Edith, recovering
+herself, nodded in response.
+
+"How do you do, Aunt Betsey? What a surprise!"
+
+"Yes, my dear, I like to surprise you now and then. I came up to Boston
+town on business, and your father insisted upon my coming out to see you
+all. In fact, I knew he would, so I just popped my best cap and my
+knitting into my bag, along with some little things for you children,
+and here I am."
+
+And she stepped nimbly into the buggy, followed by Mr. Franklin.
+
+"We shall be a 'Marblehead couple,'" he said, as he balanced himself on
+the seat and took the reins.
+
+Edith detested "Marblehead couples," otherwise driving three on a seat,
+and she hid herself as much as possible in her corner, and hoped that
+people would not know she was there.
+
+Miss Betsey chatted away with her nephew, and in time the three miles
+were covered, and they turned into the Oakleigh drive. Edith had
+recovered somewhat by this time, having been engaged in scolding herself
+all the way from the village for her uncordial feelings.
+
+The others welcomed Aunt Betsey most cordially. Her carpet-bag always
+contained some rare treat for the little ones; and, besides, they were a
+hospitable family.
+
+"But come with me, girls," said Miss Betsey, mysteriously, when she had
+bestowed her gifts. "There is something I want to consult you about."
+
+She trotted up the long flight of stairs to her accustomed room with the
+springiness of a young girl, Edith and Cynthia following her. She closed
+the door behind them, and seating herself in the rocking-chair, looked
+at them solemnly.
+
+"Do you remark anything different about my appearance?"
+
+"Why, of course, Aunt Betsey!" exclaimed Cynthia; "your hair!"
+
+"Well, I want to know! Cynthy, you are very smart. You get it from your
+great-grandmother Trinkett, for whom you were named. Well, what do you
+think of it?"
+
+Edith had hastened to the closet, and was opening drawers and removing
+garments from the hooks in apparently a sudden desire for neatness. In
+reality she was convulsed with laughter.
+
+Cynthia controlled herself, and replied, with gravity, "Did it grow
+there?"
+
+Miss Betsey rocked with satisfaction, her hands folded in her velveteen
+lap.
+
+"I knew it was a success. No one would ever know it, would they? My
+dears, I bought it to-day in Boston town. The woman told me it looked
+real natural. I don't know as I like the idea exactly of wearing other
+people's hair, but one has to keep up with the times, and mine was
+getting very scant. Silas said to me the other night, said he, 'Betsey,
+strikes me your hair isn't as thick as it used to be.' That set me
+thinking, and I remember I'd heard tell of these frontispieces, and I
+then and there made up some business I'd have to come to Boston town
+about, and here I am. I bought two while I was about it. The woman said
+it was a good plan, in case one got lost or rumpled, and here it is in
+this box. Just lay it away carefully for me, Cynthy, my dear."
+
+The old lady's thin and grayish locks had been replaced by a false front
+of smooth brown, with puffs at the side, and a nice white part of most
+unnatural straightness down the middle.
+
+"You see, I like to please Silas," she continued. "I'll tell you again,
+as I've told you before, girls, Silas Green and I we've been keeping
+steady company now these forty years. But I can't give up the view from
+my sitting-room windows to go and live at his house on the other hill,
+and he can't give up the view from his best-room windows to come and
+live at my house. We've tried and tried, and we can't either of us give
+up. And so he just comes every Sunday night to see me, as he's done
+these forty years, and I guess it'll go on a while longer."
+
+They were interrupted by the sound of the tea bell.
+
+Miss Betsey hastily settled her cap over the new front, and they all
+went down stairs, Cynthia pinching Edith to express her feelings, and
+longing to tell Jack about Aunt Betsey's latest.
+
+But they found Jack having an animated discussion with his father, his
+thoughts on business plans intent.
+
+Cynthia anxiously surveyed the two, and she feared from appearances that
+Mr. Franklin did not intend to yield.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+LIFE IN A LIGHT-HOUSE.
+
+BY A. J. ENSIGN.
+
+
+A cold biting west wind was blowing. The sea close under the beach was
+smooth and steel blue, and the breakers reared their white crests
+slowly, falling in dull booms of muttered thunder. Beyond the rollers a
+wide expanse of ice-hard gray water swept away to the iron line of the
+horizon, where strange shapes of writhing billows tossed against the
+glow of the rising moon. Half a dozen stars of the first magnitude swam
+in moisture in the zenith, and far away in the west a smudge of black
+cloud, touched on its lower edge with blood red, kept the record of the
+swift winter sunset.
+
+"It will blow from the south'ard and east'ard afore mornin', an' it'll
+snow," said the light-house keeper, as he peered out into the growing
+gloom, pierced as it was by the rays of the lamp which he had set
+burning half an hour before.
+
+"Ay," said his assistant, "an' we'll have fog, too, I'm thinkin'."
+
+"Well, get steam up for the siren, an' stan' by fur trouble afore dawn."
+
+The predictions of both men came true. Before two o'clock in the morning
+the wind had shifted to the southeast, and was blowing a gale. Great
+tangled masses of brown cloud were flying across the sky at terrific
+speed, and in and out of the rifts shot the red moon flaming like a
+comet. The breakers no longer reared and fell slowly, but hurled
+themselves in shrieking masses of foam upon the stricken beach. A
+yelling as of ten thousand evil spirits surrounded the caged lantern;
+but the great yellow light blazed out its warning upon the black waters.
+But not for long; for out of the southeast swept the impenetrable gray
+fog that no light could pierce. Then the hoarse moaning blast of the
+steam-siren sent its cry of warning out over the raging waters. At four
+o'clock the gale was terrific, and ever and anon the shriek of a
+steam-whistle told that some vessel was groping her way toward the
+entrance to the harbor. Suddenly the whistle burst into a series of
+rapid screams.
+
+"Wake up, Tom!" shouted the assistant keeper, who was on watch. "There's
+a tug out yonder that's parted the hawser of her tow."
+
+The keeper sprang to his feet and listened to the despairing screams of
+the whistle out in the fog.
+
+"You're right!" he exclaimed. "And whatever's gone adrift'll be ashore
+in less than an hour. They'll never hear those whistles at the station
+with the wind in this quarter."
+
+He jumped to the telephone and called up the life-saving station a mile
+above.
+
+"There's a tug off here," he said, "and she's lost her tow."
+
+"All right," came the answer; "we'll look out for 'em."
+
+[Illustration: TAKEN ASHORE IN A BREECHES-BUOY.]
+
+Half an hour later a big three-masted coal barge, which thirty years
+earlier had been an English bark, was in the breakers half a mile above
+the life-saving station; but owing to the sharp lookout for her, all her
+people, three men, a boy, and a woman, were taken ashore safely in the
+breeches buoy. At sunup the other barge, which had been in tow of the
+tug, was seen three miles offshore hove to under her leg-of-mutton
+canvas. She was picked up by an incoming steamer, and towed into the
+harbor.
+
+That is a sample of the experience of a light-house keeper whose light
+is on the land. He has a comparatively comfortable berth; but all lights
+are not so pleasantly situated. Some are situated at considerable
+distances from the shore, on dangerous reefs. Most of the houses so
+situated are built on iron-screw piles, like those at Thimble Shoals,
+Virginia, Fowey Rocks, Alligator Reef, and Sombrero Key, Florida. These
+houses stand on iron legs, which are screwed down into the rocks on the
+bottom, and the keeper's only means of leaving his confined dwelling is
+by the boat, which swings at davits, as it would aboard a ship. It has
+been found that a light-house built in this manner will stand the shocks
+of heavy weather much better than one made of solid masonry. The storm
+wave of the Atlantic Ocean travels at the rate of about thirty miles an
+hour, and when one of these waves, towering from fifteen to thirty-five
+feet, strikes an obstacle, such as a light-house, it deals a blow whose
+force can be measured only in hundreds of tons. The iron-screw
+pile-house, however, is elevated far enough above the level of the sea
+to escape the blows of the waves, which meet with no greater resistance
+than that offered by the slender legs of the structure.
+
+Let us imagine the experience of a keeper of one of these lights in a
+great storm. It is September. All day the sea has been deathly calm, but
+with a slow swell of ominous breadth and weight. The sky has been of a
+dead gray color, and has seemed to hang so low that one might almost
+reach it from the top of the lantern. Toward night the wind begins to
+come in fitful gusts that moan around the light-house like the voices of
+warning spirits. The keeper goes out on the balcony and looks anxiously
+around the horizon. He knows that they are in for a bad night, and he
+knows that even iron-screw light-houses have been carried away in great
+gales. But he goes calmly and carefully about his work. He sees that the
+boat and all other objects outside the house are well secured. He sees
+the lamp well supplied with oil and trimmed wicks. He gives the lenses
+and reflectors a few more affectionate rubs, and as the sun goes down
+fire-red into a crimson sea he lights the wicks and goes down to his
+supper.
+
+The gusts of wind outside increase in number and in force. Strange
+shriekings and moanings break from the crannies of the light-house. It
+is blowing half a gale now, and the sea is beginning to rise. Fiercer
+and fiercer become the blasts. The light-house begins to vibrate like a
+fiddle. A strange humming, as of the giant strings of some enormous
+Æolian harp, is added to the shriller screams of the wind. It is the
+gale singing through the iron legs and braces of the structure. And now
+a squall more violent than any that have preceded it comes yelling
+across the sea. It tears the foaming crests off half a dozen waves, and
+sends them swirling down to leeward in shivering sheets of snowy
+spoondrift. With fearful force the blast strikes the light-house, at the
+same time hurling some of the spoondrift against its weather side with
+a crash. What was that? Did the whole building sway?
+
+The keeper shuts his lips tightly and goes up to look at the lamp. It is
+burning brightly. He descends again, and puts on his oil-skins and
+sou'wester. Waiting for a lull in the gale, he bolts out upon the
+balcony, hastily closing the door behind him. For a moment he stands,
+clinging with all his might to the iron railing, while the mad wind
+seems to try to strip his clothing from him. How the building trembles
+under the furious assaults of the wind! What an awful roar the
+conflicting elements make around its iron walls! The keeper's eyes are
+half blinded by the driving rain and salt spray. But he can see by the
+light of the faithful lamp above him towering walls of black and shining
+water sweeping down out of the fathomless darkness beyond as if to
+engulf his little refuge. They rush forward and disappear within the
+circle of gloom below the light, and the next instant he hears them
+hissing and shrieking around the sturdy iron leg.
+
+There! There is the monster wave of all, heaving its mighty crest
+twenty-five feet, so that the keeper sees it level with his eyes as he
+gazes, fascinated. It is coming, it is coming. Ah, it is too big to pass
+the reef without breaking. See! It has toppled over, and goes boiling
+under the gallery in a wild mass of ghostly foam. The keeper shivers a
+little, shakes his head, and goes back to his warm room, muttering a
+prayer for the safety of the sailors on the sea. You and I would mutter
+one for our own, perhaps, if we stood on a swaying balcony above a
+storm-torn ocean.
+
+Before morning the keeper hears the report of a gun. He knows too well
+the meaning of that sound. It is a signal of distress. He rushes out on
+the balcony again, and sees the dim form of a dismasted ship driving
+upon the reef. What can he do? Not a thing. He calls up his assistants,
+and they helplessly watch the vessel strike. They hear the cries of her
+people. They see the waves burst over her in great clouds of seething
+spray. Suddenly one of the men utters a shout.
+
+"See! There's a spar driving down on us with some one on it."
+
+[Illustration: A RESCUE FROM THE LIGHT.]
+
+Now the keeper and his assistants can do something, and they move with
+the rapidity of men whose wits are accustomed to the emergencies of the
+deep. Projecting from one side of the house is an iron arm, at the end
+of which hang a block and tackle. This is used for hoisting supplies
+from the boat which brings them off. Quickly a line is fastened around
+the hook at the bottom of the tackle. This is to give the shipwrecked
+mariner something by which to hold. The broken and half-buried spar
+sweeps down toward the light-house. Two men are clinging to it with the
+strength of despair. The tackle is lowered, and as the spar drives
+against one of the stout iron legs of the light-house one of the two men
+catches the rope, and is quickly hauled up to the gallery. At once the
+tackle is lowered again, and the other man is hauled up. Half blind,
+half drowned, staggering with exhaustion, they are taken into the house
+where warm drinks and dry clothing revive them. Then they sit beside the
+stove and tell the dreadful story of the wreck, while the howling of the
+wind, the thunder of the seas, and the swaying of the house remind them
+all that the storm still rages without.
+
+Finally the great gale ends, and gradually the sea goes down. The
+shipwrecked seamen are anxious to reach land, and the light-house
+keeper, upon whose stores two extra mouths make serious inroads, is
+willing to have them go. Late in the afternoon of the third day they see
+smoke on the horizon. By-and-by the smoke appears to rise from a little
+black speck. Gradually the speck grows larger, and at length it assumes
+the outlines of a small steam-vessel.
+
+"That's her," says the keeper. "Now you'll be able to get ashore."
+
+"Is it the tender?" asks one of the wrecked sailors.
+
+"Yes," says the keeper. "She was due here just about the time the gale
+set in."
+
+[Illustration: RECEIVING SUPPLIES IN CALM WEATHER.]
+
+It is the stanch little light-house tender, whose duty it is to visit
+the various lights in her district, and replenish their supplies. Many a
+rough time she has at sea, and many a narrow escape; but the pressing
+necessities of the keepers of the isolated lights embolden the captains
+of tenders to brave many dangers. The tender is alongside the
+light-house in due time, and the tackle which so lately saved human
+lives hoists up boxes of provisions, cans of oil, and other articles.
+The two shipwrecked sailors are put aboard the tender to be landed at
+the nearest port, and in a short time the little vessel is once more a
+smudge of smoke upon the horizon.
+
+And so let us bid good-by to the light-house and the keeper. We know now
+that he is a brave and faithful fellow, who, if need be, will lower away
+his little boat, and pull to the rescue of those in danger. We know that
+in spring and in summer, in autumn and in winter, in calm or storm, in
+clear weather or in fog, in health or in sickness, he will be found
+always at his post, always at his duty. We know that when the skies are
+clear, and the sea smooth, and the stars bright, the lamp will burn and
+send its gentle yellow rays out upon the inky waters to guide the
+mariner over the trackless sea. We know that when the gray curtain of
+the fog hides the light, the hoarse scream of the steam-siren or brazen
+clang of the fog-bell will echo over the water, and warn the sailor
+against hidden dangers. For always and everywhere the light-house keeper
+is a brave, honest, faithful man; humble, indeed, but the reliance and
+the guide of "those who go down to the sea in ships."
+
+
+
+
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+
+     This Department is conducted in the interest of Amateur
+     Photographers, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any
+     question on the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should
+     address Editor Camera Club Department.
+
+
+PAPERS FOR BEGINNERS, No. 6.
+
+SIMPLE DEVELOPMENT.
+
+A girl who was taking her first lesson in developing said that
+developing was dozens of "whens" and "ifs," and one must learn them all
+at once or else spoil all one's plates.
+
+Our first directions for development will not be with the kind of
+pictures which the beginner usually takes, but the kind he ought to
+take, and which are simplest and easiest to develop. These are time
+landscape pictures.
+
+By time pictures is meant those which are taken with a short-time
+exposure instead of with a drop-shutter in bright sunlight. The day for
+making a successful time picture is when the sky is slightly clouded and
+the light soft, so that there are no deep shadows.
+
+The picture being made, and everything ready for development, remove the
+plate from the holder and lay it face up in the tray. Turn the
+developer--which is ready in the glass graduate--quickly over the plate,
+taking great care that the whole surface is flooded instantly. If the
+developer is not applied uniformly patches will appear on the negative
+which print darker, the dark spots being where the developer did not
+reach the plate as quickly as it did the other parts.
+
+As soon as the developer has covered the plate, move the tray gently to
+and fro, tipping it this way and that, but not enough to expose the
+plate. In about a half-minute the high lights will begin to appear. The
+high lights are those parts of the plate which have been exposed to the
+strongest light, and which will show white, or light, in the printed
+picture. The sky, which has reflected the strongest light, will appear
+first. It will show as black patches here and there at one edge of the
+plate.
+
+By the time the sky is well out other objects will begin to show, those
+which were in the deepest shadow will be the longest coming out. After
+the image is well defined on the plate, lift it carefully from the tray
+and look through it toward the light, holding rather near the lantern so
+as to see if the detail is out.
+
+To explain what is meant by detail, we will suppose that there is a mass
+of shrubbery in the picture. If this part of the picture is developed
+far enough, the lights and shadows and the forms of the bushes will show
+when the plate is looked at against the light, but if the glass is clear
+there is no detail, and the development has not been carried far enough.
+It must be put back in the developer and allowed to remain longer.
+
+When the plate has been sufficiently developed, which will be in from
+three to five minutes, the yellow color will begin to fade, and the
+outlines, which have been quite sharp, will grow dim. At this point, if
+one looks at the plate the picture can be quite distinctly seen on the
+back.
+
+Take the plate from the developer, rinse it thoroughly in clean water,
+and place it, film side up, in the tray of hypo solution, which is made
+by dissolving 1 oz. of hyposulphite of soda in 4 oz. of water.
+
+This bath, which is usually called the fixing-bath, though the proper
+term would be clearing-bath, removes from the negative the sensitive
+silver salts which have not been affected by light or by development,
+and makes the image permanent. After the plate has remained in the
+clearing-bath for five minutes it will be found on looking at the back
+of the plate that the yellow color has almost entirely disappeared,
+leaving on the glass the clear image of the landscape. The plate should
+remain in the hypo for ten minutes, so that the salts of silver may be
+thoroughly dissolved, or the plates will look streaked, and will not
+make satisfactory prints.
+
+The plate must next be washed to remove all traces of hypo. Hypo stains
+the negative, and if not thoroughly washed out is apt to form again in
+crystals and ruin the negative.
+
+An hour is long enough to wash the negative in running water, and two
+hours, with four or five changes of water, where there is no running
+water. When the negative has been washed long enough, take a small wad
+of soft cotton, and holding both plate and cotton in the water wipe the
+film gently with the cotton to remove any dirt which may have settled in
+the film. If one has no drying-rack set the plate on a shelf, with the
+film side toward the wall to avoid the settling of dust in the film.
+
+When the negative is dry, place it in an envelope, number and mark it,
+and place it in some place where it may be found without trouble.
+
+
+
+
+BILL TYBEE AND THE BULL.
+
+YARN OF A WHALEMAN ON SHORE.
+
+BY W. J. HENDERSON.
+
+
+"And didn't yeou never have nothin' more to do with whalin'?" asked
+Farmer Joe.
+
+"Oh, well," Handsome answered, "I never said that I gave up whaling for
+good and all. You know, sailors never know when they're well off."
+
+"Waal," said Farmer Joe, "it 'pears to me that this 'ere's abaout a good
+time to tell us some more on 't."
+
+"Did I ever tell you about going whaling on shore?"
+
+"Git aout!" exclaimed Farmer Joe.
+
+"You don't believe it, eh? Did you never hear of Amagansett, Long
+Island? That's where all good whalemen go when they get to be too old to
+go to sea. They have their boats there, and when a whale heaves in sight
+off shore they put right out through the surf, and generally there's one
+dead whale in those parts when they come back. But it isn't about that
+I'm going to tell you, because chasing whales in boats is all the same
+whether you start from shore or a ship. But down there's where I met old
+Bill Tybee."
+
+"Who were he?" asked Farmer Joe.
+
+"He was a very old sailor, who'd quit the sea, and was running a sort of
+express business. That is, he had a horse and wagon, and used to cart
+things for people. He was a great old chap, I tell you, and the yarns he
+used to tell would have scraped barnacles off the back door of the North
+Pole. His horse was so old he couldn't move at any pace except a sort of
+dog-trot, and the wagon rumbled and squeaked like a fife-and-drum corps.
+One day I said to Bill that I'd like to know why he didn't get a new
+horse and wagon, and then he told me a regular hair-twister. I'm going
+to tell it to you, and I'm going to tell it just the way Bill told it to
+me."
+
+Handsome shifted his seat a foot or two, took a round turn around his
+foot and tested the splice which he had been making, and then screwing
+his face up in imitation of "old Bill Tybee," he began.
+
+"Git a new hoss an' waggin, hey? I ain't no dude. Nex' thing I 'spect
+you'll be wantin' me to run a tally-hoo coach to take beach-combers out
+a clam-diggin'. New hoss an' waggin! Say, I had 'em oncet, an' I don't
+want 'em no more. I got all the trouble I want now, without havin' a
+cantankerous young colt a tryin' to jump fences with me an' the waggin.
+Say, I'm goin' to tell you 'bout the new hoss an' waggin I had oncet,
+an' then I leave it to you, if you was me an' I was you, would you try
+it on some more. 'Bout two year ago come Thanksgivin' I got so sot up in
+bizness that I bought Farmer Hiram Smoggs's brown colt, that were jes
+seven year old that fall, an' his one-hoss farm waggin wot Fin Dooley
+had jes painted redder'n a new can-buoy on the starboard side o' a ship
+channel. I gave him this 'ere hoss an' waggin wot I'm a-drivin' now to
+boot. Werry good. I got aboard my new waggin, and h'isted my whip, an'
+whistled the 'Star-Spangled Banner,' and sez I, 'Thar, gol bust ye,
+you're in commission, ye wall-sided hooker,' sez I. Then I got under way
+fur my fust cruise. It were plain sailin' gittin' out o' the harbor,
+an', as the weather were fair with a stiddy wind, I let the colt go
+along under plain sail. Waal, I hadn't gone more'n a couple o' cable
+lengths w'en ole Widdy Moriarty she comes down to the sea-wall on her
+place, an' sings out to me. So I hove the colt to, an' I axes her,
+'Wot's up, mate?' An' she says she wants me fur to take a box o' heggs
+down to the Fraser Bellew's grocery store. So I filled away on the colt,
+an' luffed up alongside o' the sea-wall, an' made him fast to a pile wot
+were stickin' up. I got the heggs, an' stowed 'em right forrard in the
+forepeak o' the waggin. I got aboard, an' filled away on my course
+ag'in.
+
+"Werry good. Nex' I war hove to by Pete Maguff, a cullud man, who put a
+bar'l o' maple syrup aboard. Then Jim Penn he puts in a bar'l o' flour
+fur me to take back to ole man Bellew 'cos 'twarn't the right kind. Them
+two bar'ls pooty nigh filled up the whole waist o' the waggin.
+Howsumever, w'en Hank Mosher axed me to take a bar'l o' apples aboard I
+carkilated I could git her under the break o' the tailboard, an' I did.
+Pussonally, I war now usin' the box o' heggs fur a bridge, an' were
+a-steerin' the colt from there. Bein' loaded right down to the
+Plimsoll's mark, I didn't go to crackin' on sail, but let the colt go
+along under his lower tops'ls like. All right, sez you. But allus keep a
+bright lookout fur squalls, sez I. Werry good. I hadn't logged off
+more'n half a knot w'en Farmer Powley's ten-acre pasture were on my
+starboard hand, an' his black-an'-white bull, Napoleon Bonyparty, were
+standin' plum in the middle o' the same. Now w'en that 'ere bull seed
+that 'ere red waggin he knowed it warn't the ole merchant hooker wot
+he'd seed me a-steerin' up an' down that road so long. Nope; he med up
+his mind it were a foreign cruiser, an' sez he to hisself, 'This are
+where I shows 'em wot kind o' a coast-defense ram I are.' So he blowed
+one whistle, hooked on, an' come down the field under forced draught,
+turnin' up a mos' terrible starn wave o' dust on account o' the pasture
+bein' werry shallow water. I hailed him, an' told him it war me, but he
+couldn't hear nothin'. All he could do war to see a red waggin. So,
+seein' that he war a-goin' to ram, I ups an' I lets fall to'gallants an'
+royals onto the colt, an' away we went dead afore the wind at a
+twelve-knot gait. The bull didn't stop fur to jump the fence. He jes
+went through it. Now it were a starn chase right up the hill.
+
+"Werry good. But afore I'd got fur I heard a thump, an' lookin' round I
+seed Hank Mosher's bar'l o' apples'd bounced out over the starn, an'
+were a-rollin' down the hill at a ginerally lively gait. Gosh! You'd ort
+to see the bull clear that bar'l. Say, flyin'-fish would have to take
+lessons from him. Waal, havin' lightened ship by losin' some o' my cargo
+I reckoned I'd make better speed; but I didn't seem to gain werry much
+onto the bull. He follered me right slap inter town, an' then there war
+a sort o' grand general mixification, sich as never war seed afore or
+sence.
+
+"Fust place, everybody begin fur to yell. One sez murder, an' another
+sez fire. Wimmen screeched an' boys hollered, an' the bull he bellered
+louder'n any on 'em. Jehosaphat Book, the cullud dominie, he run out an'
+tried to jump inter the waggin. Jes at that minute the bar'l o' flour
+give a bounce up in the air. The head o' the bar'l fell out, an' the
+bar'l, flour, an' all came down over Jehosaphat's head. Afore he could
+git it off the bull war there, an' he jes picked up Jehos an' his bar'l
+an' fired 'em right through the winder o' the school-haouse. Jehos
+landed in the middle o' the floor, an' comin' out o' the bar'l he war
+all white. The chillen set up a yell, 'Ghost! ghost!' an' afore the
+teacher knowed wot'd happened school war out. Jehos picked hisself up,
+an' saw hisself in the lookin'-glass. Then he let out a squeal an'
+started fur the street. He thort he'd turned white.
+
+"But that warn't the wust of 't. That there bar'l o' apples a-rollin'
+down-hill had fetched up ag'in the feet o' Blind Billy Bunker's team o'
+mules, an' they'd started off on a dead run with bar'l hoops a flappin'
+round their legs. They came into town a quarter o' a mile astarn o' me,
+and jes in time to meet Jehos w'en he come out in the street all white.
+He scared them mules so bad that they stopped right in their tracks, an'
+Billy Bunker war shot off the seat o' his waggin an' out into the road
+on his head. He got up an' made a grab fur the fust thing that he could
+feel, an' it were Jehos. Billy war so mad that he punched Jehos's head
+an' Jehos punched back, an' there was the cullud minister, all white,
+a-fightin' in the middle o' the street with a blind man. An' the sheriff
+he came along an' arrested 'em both, an' Jedge Sooter fined Jehos five
+dollars fur disturbin' o' the peace, w'en he'd ort to have fined the
+bull.
+
+"But that warn't the wust of 't. All this time me an' the bull was still
+a-goin'. Somebody'd hollered fire, an' somebody else'd run off to the
+fire-engine house, an' told 'em that they'd got to come quick or the
+whole bloomin' town'd go. Jes then the red waggin hit a stone in the
+middle o' the street, an' she pitched so hard she hove her tailboard
+right up into the air an' overboard. That tailboard were jes as red as
+anythin', an' w'en the bull seed it soarin' in the air like a ole-time
+round shell with a navy time-fuse, he jes got clean crazy. He ketched it
+onto his horns, an' lowerin' his head scraped up about two tons o' dust,
+an' hove dust an' all right through the big front winder o' Jeremiah
+Boggs's book an' newspaper store. The firemen seein' all the dust,
+thought it war smoke, an' they comes up with their engine an' lets drive
+a stream o' water a foot thick right through the hole in the winder, an'
+completely sp'iled the whole shop.
+
+"But that warn't the wust of 't. Jeremiah's brindle bull-dog were asleep
+under the counter, an' that there stream o' water hit him ca-plum in the
+middle o' the back. He let out one yell, an' out o' the shop he went an'
+down the street all drippin' wet an' squealin' like a pig. Everybody wot
+seed him hollered 'Mad dog! mad dog!' An' then ole Willum Henry Peet,
+the constable, he got clean rattled, an' pulled out his rewolwer an'
+beginned to shoot all over the country. As me an' the bull was still
+a-goin' I didn't see that, but I could hear it. Waal, Willum Henry's
+shootin' started up some other folks, an' putty soon there war a whole
+rigimint o' people out in the street a-shootin', an' not hittin'
+anythin' 'ceptin' winders, w'ich the same they busted forty-seven. The
+firemen findin' they'd made a mistake, an' there warn't no fire, said as
+how Jeremiah'd sent out a false alarm, an' they started to lick him.
+Some o' his friends come to help him, an' in five minutes there war a
+reg'lar riot right out in front o' his store.
+
+"All this time me an' the bull war still a-goin'. I didn't seem to gain
+much onto him, so I set the royals an' the stu'ns'ls onto the colt,
+although it were werry stormy weather, an' I made up my mind that if
+somethin' didn't carry away I'd be able to hold him right where he war.
+I had to keep goin' right straight ahead. 'Cos w'y: if I'd 'a' put the
+helm hard over fur to turn a corner, I'd 'a' rolled the deck-house
+right off'n my red hooker. Waal, a leetle furder up the street we comes
+to Peanut Brewer, with his black horse a-standin' dead still. He'd
+balked, an' Peanut war sittin' on top o' a load o' hay a-sayin' bad
+words at him. Mrs. Mehitabel Saggs's little boy come out with a big
+fire-cracker to set off under the hoss an' make him start. At that werry
+minute Pete Maguff's bar'l o' maple syrup on my waggin' give a jounce,
+and went by the board over the port rail. That there bar'l rolled right
+under Peanut's hoss jes as the fire-cracker busted. It sot fire to the
+bar'l, an' she blazed right up. 'Now,' sez Peanut, 'my ole black hoss'll
+start,' sez he. An' so he did. He started an' went jes fur enough to
+pull the waggin' right over the fire, an' then he stopped. Waal, sir,
+Peanut had to jump fur his life, fur that load o' hay blazed up in half
+a second. The fire company war on the dead run fur home w'en they seed
+the blaze, an' down they come at their finest gait, with Jeremiah Boggs
+an' his gang astarn o' them, keepin' up a permiskious fire o' stones,
+sticks, an' termatter cans an' sich things. Jes then Jeremiah's dog come
+around the corner with forty boys a-chasin' him an' yellin' 'Mad dog.'
+He run right under Peanut Brewer's black hoss, an' that started him.
+Yaas, sir, he got right up onto his hind legs, an' away he went down the
+street licketty-split, pullin' a load o' hay on fire. By that time
+everybody in town were putty nigh crazy, an' the President o' the
+village had telegraphed fur the militia to come."
+
+[Illustration: "ALL THE TIME THE BULL WERE ATTENDIN' STRICTLY TO
+BIZNESS."]
+
+"All the time the bull were attendin' strickly to bizness. The colt war
+all covered with foam, an' I made up my mind that afore long he war
+a-goin' fur to give out, an' me an' the bull would have to settle the
+question atween ourselves, in w'ich case the bettin' would all 'a' bin
+in favor o' the bull. So I kinder considers a little, an' all on a
+suddint I recommembered them heggs. I yanked the top off'n the box, an'
+diskivered that most o' the heggs was scrambled--raw--but still
+scrambled. Howsumever, there was a few that wasn't. So I took one o'
+them an' hove it at the bull. It hit him smack on the middle o' the
+forehead. Waal, if he'd been mad afore, he war crazy now. He let out a
+roar that made my bones rattle, an' he opened out his last link o'
+speed. Now he commenced fur to gain on me, hand over fist; so I made up
+my mind to do somethin' desprit. I put the helm hard a-starboard, an'
+steered the colt into a narrer channel wot led right down to the bay.
+The bull he tried to cut short goin' round the corner, an' he run into
+the lamp-post, w'ich the same he knocked clean down into Parker's
+basement, where Johannes Pfeiffenschneider, the cobbler, works, an'
+scared Johannes so that he sp'iled Miss Beasley's Sunday shoes, an' lost
+putty nigh all his trade.
+
+"Down at the foot o' the street war Mark Rogers's oyster sloop _Betsey
+Jane_, lyin' alongside o' the wharf. On the wharf war about ten million
+oyster shells, all piled up. 'Now,' sez I to myself, sez I, 'here's
+where I've got to stop the bull.' I steered the colt right straight at
+that reef o' shells, trustin' to our speed an' our shaller draft to
+carry us right over. There war a smash, crash, biff! an' over we went.
+Then I jumped up, grabbed the box o' scrambled heggs, an' hove 'em
+straight in the bull's face. Waal, gol bust me if that there bull didn't
+look like the gran'father o' all omlets. He was clean blinded fur a
+minute, an' he kicked out with all four legs in the middle o' the reef,
+till the air war white with flying oyster shells. He kicked so many of
+'em into the bay that Mark had to dredge out a new channel. Then he got
+his eyes clear a minute an' he seed me a-laffin'. He jes made one jump,
+an' he got under the waggin' with his head. The next thing I knowed I
+war in the bay. That there bull jes picked up waggin', colt, an' me, an'
+he hove us straight off the dock an' into the bay."
+
+"And what happened after that?" I asked.
+
+"Waal, we had to swim out, o' course. It killed the colt, that cold bath
+arter bein' so heated, an' the waggin' was busted into kindlin' wood.
+An' the bull? Oh, yaas, the bull. Waal, he was puffickly satisfied, an'
+he went up along the side o' the road an' eat grass jes as if he'd never
+did nothin' else in all his life. Now, my son, you know w'y I don't git
+a new hoss an' waggin. I bin there, an' w'en I bin to a place wot's not
+to my likin' I knows enough not to go back. Git ep!"
+
+
+
+
+SNOW-SHOES AND SLEDGES.
+
+BY KIRK MUNROE.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII.
+
+LOST IN A MOUNTAIN BLIZZARD.
+
+Tired as were the occupants of that lonely camp after a day of
+exhausting climbing through the timber, their slumbers were broken and
+restless. The uncertainties of the morrow, the peculiar nature of the
+road they had yet to travel, and the excitement consequent upon nearing
+the end of their journey, which none of them believed to be over fifty
+miles away, all combined to render them wakeful and uneasy. So they were
+up by the first sign of daylight, and off before sunrise.
+
+As there were now but three dogs to a sledge, the load of the one driven
+by Serge was divided between it and the one that brought up the rear in
+charge of Jalap Coombs. A few sticks of dry wood were also placed on
+each sledge, so that in crossing the upper ice-fields they might at
+least be able to melt snow for drinking purposes.
+
+"Now for it!" cried Phil, cheerfully, as they emerged from the scanty
+timber, and shivered in the chill blast that swept down from the
+towering peaks above them. Between two of these was a saddlelike
+depression that they took to be the pass, and to it the young leader
+determined to guide his little party.
+
+"Up you go, Musky!" he shouted. "Pull, Luvtuk, my pigeon! Amook, you old
+rascal, show what you are good for! A little more work, a little more
+hunger, and then rest, with plenty to eat. So stir yourselves and
+climb!"
+
+With this the long whip-lash whistled through the frosty air, and
+cracked with a resounding report that would have done credit to the most
+expert of Eskimo drivers, for our Phil was no longer a novice in its
+use, and with a yelp the dogs sprang forward.
+
+Up, up, up they climbed, until, as Phil remarked, it didn't seem as
+though the top of the world could be very far away. The sun rose, and
+flooded the snow-fields with such dazzling radiance that but for their
+protecting goggles our travellers must have been completely blinded by
+the glare. The deep gulch whose windings they followed held in
+summer-time a roaring torrent, but now it was filled with solidly packed
+snow from twenty-five to one hundred feet deep.
+
+As they advanced the gulch grew more and more shallow, until at length
+it was merged in a broad uniform slope so steep and slippery that they
+were obliged to cut footholds in the snow, and at frequent intervals
+carve out little benches two feet wide. From one of these to another
+they dragged the sledges, one at a time, with rawhide ropes. Even the
+dogs had to be assisted up the glassy incline, on which they could gain
+no hold. So arduous was this labor that three hours were spent in
+overcoming the last five hundred feet of the ascent. Thus it was long
+past noon when, breathless and exhausted, the party reached the summit,
+or rather a slope so gentle that the dogs could once more drag the
+sledges.
+
+Here, at an elevation of nearly five thousand feet above the sea, they
+paused for breath, for a bite of lunch, and for a last look over the way
+they had come. From this elevation their view embraced a sweep of over
+one hundred miles of mountain and plain, river and forest. It was so
+far-reaching and boundless that it even seemed as if they could take in
+the whole vast Yukon Valley, and locate points that common-sense told
+them were a thousand miles beyond their range of vision. Grand as was
+the prospect, they did not care to look at it long. Time was precious;
+the air, in spite of its sunlight, was bitterly chill, and, after all,
+the mighty wilderness now behind them held too many memories of
+hardship, suffering, and danger to render it attractive.
+
+So, "Hurrah for the coast!" cried Phil.
+
+"Hurrah for Sitka!" echoed Serge.
+
+"Hooray for salt water! Now, bullies, up and at 'em!" roared Jalap
+Coombs, expressing a sentiment, and an order to his sailor-bred dogs, in
+a breath.
+
+In a few moments more the wonderful view had disappeared, and the
+sledges were threading their way amid a chaos of gigantic bowlders and
+snow-covered landslides from the peaks that rose on both sides. There
+was no sharp descent from the summit, such as they had hoped to find,
+but instead a lofty plateau piled thick with obstructions. About them no
+green thing was to be seen, no sign of life; only snow, ice, and
+precipitous cliffs of bare rock. The all-pervading and absolute silence
+was awful. There was no trail that might be followed, for the hardiest
+of natives dared not attempt that crossing in the winter. Even if they
+had, their trail would have been obliterated almost as soon as made by
+the fierce storms of these altitudes. So their only guide was that of
+general direction, which they knew to be south, and to this course Phil
+endeavored to hold.
+
+That night they made a chill camp in the lee of a great bowlder; that
+is, in as much of a lee as could be had where the icy blast swept in
+circles and eddies from all directions at once. They started a fire, but
+its feeble flame was so blown hither and thither that by the time a
+kettle of snow was melted, and the ice was thawed from their stew, their
+supply of wood was so depleted that they dared not use more. So they ate
+their scanty supper without tea, fed the dogs on frozen porridge, and
+huddling together for warmth during the long hours of bleak darkness
+were thankful enough to welcome the gray dawn that brought them to an
+end.
+
+For three days more they toiled over the terrible plateau, driven to
+long detours by insurmountable obstacles, buffeted and lashed by fierce
+snow-squalls and ice-laden gales, but ever pushing onward with unabated
+courage, expecting with each hour to find themselves descending into the
+valley of the Chilcat River. Two of the dogs driven by Serge broke down
+so completely that they were mercifully shot. The third dog was added to
+Jalap Coombs's team, and the load was divided between the remaining
+sledges, while the now useless one was used as firewood. After that Phil
+plodded on in advance, and Serge drove the leading team.
+
+The fourth day of this terrible work was one of leaden clouds and bitter
+winds. The members of the little party were growing desperate with cold,
+exhaustion, and hunger. Their wanderings had not brought them to a
+timber-line, and as poor Phil faced the blast with bowed head and
+chattering teeth it seemed to him that to be once more thoroughly warm
+would be the perfection of human happiness.
+
+It was already growing dusk, and he was anxiously casting about for the
+sorry shelter of some bowlder behind which they might shiver away the
+hours of darkness, when he came to the verge of a steep declivity. His
+heart leaped as he glanced down its precipitous face; for, far below, he
+saw a dark mass that he knew must be timber. They could not descend at
+that point; but he thought he saw one that appeared more favorable a
+little further on, and hastened in that direction. He was already some
+distance ahead of the slow-moving sledges, and meant to wait for them as
+soon as he discovered a place from which the descent could be made.
+
+Suddenly a whirling, blinding cloud of snow swept down on him with such
+fury that to face it and breathe was impossible. Thinking it but a
+squall, he turned his back and stood motionless, waiting for it to pass
+over. Instead of so doing, it momentarily increased in violence and
+density. A sudden darkness came with the storm, and as he anxiously
+started back to meet the sledges he could not see one rod before him. He
+began to shout, and in a few minutes had the satisfaction of hearing an
+answering cry. Directly afterwards Serge loomed through the driving
+cloud, urging on his reluctant dogs with voice and whip. The moment they
+were allowed to stop, Husky, Luvtuk, and big Amook lay down as though
+completely exhausted.
+
+"We can't go a step further, Phil! We must make camp at once," panted
+Serge. "This storm is a regular _poorga_, and will probably last all
+night."
+
+"But where can we camp?" asked Phil, in dismay. "There is timber down
+below, but it looks miles away, and we can't get to it now."
+
+"No," replied Serge; "we must stay where we are and burrow a hole in
+this drift big enough to hold us. We've got to do it in a hurry too."
+
+So saying, Serge drew his knife, for the outside of the drift close to
+which they were halted was so hard packed as to render cutting
+necessary, and outlined a low opening. From this he removed an unbroken
+slab, and then began to dig furiously in the soft snow beyond.
+
+In the meantime Phil was wondering why Jalap Coombs did not appear; for
+he had supposed him to be close behind Serge; but now his repeated
+shoutings gained no reply.
+
+"He was not more than one hundred feet behind me when the storm began,"
+said Serge, whose anxiety caused him to pause in his labor, though it
+was for the preservation of their lives.
+
+"He must be in some trouble," said Phil, "and I am going back to find
+him."
+
+"You can't go alone!" cried Serge. "If you are to get lost, I must go
+with you."
+
+"No. One of us must stay here with Nel-te, and it is my duty to go; but
+do you shout every few seconds, and I promise not to go beyond sound of
+your voice."
+
+Thus saying, Phil started back, and was instantly swallowed in the
+vortex of the blizzard. Faithfully did Serge shout, and faithfully did
+Phil answer, for nearly fifteen minutes. Then the latter came staggering
+back, with horror-stricken face and voice.
+
+"I can't find him, Serge! Oh, I can't find him!" he cried. "I am afraid
+he has gone over the precipice. If he has, it is my fault, and I shall
+never forgive myself, for I had no business to go so far ahead and let
+the party get scattered."
+
+Serge answered not a word, but fell with desperate energy to the
+excavating of his snow-house. His heart was nigh breaking with the
+sorrow that had overtaken them, but he was determined that no other
+lives should be lost if his efforts could save them. The excavation was
+soon so large that Phil could work with him, but with all their furious
+digging they secured a shelter from the pitiless _poorga_ none too soon.
+The sledge was already buried from sight, and poor little Nel-te was
+wellnigh smothered ere they lifted him from it and pulled him into the
+burrow.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIV.
+
+COASTING FIVE MILES IN FIVE MINUTES.
+
+In spite of their faintness and weakness from hunger and exhaustion,
+Phil and Serge were so stimulated by the emergency that within half an
+hour they had dug a cavity in the great drift sufficiently large to hold
+the three dogs as well as themselves. The excavation was driven straight
+for a few feet, and then turned to one side, where it was so enlarged
+that they could either lie down or sit up. Into this diminutive chamber
+they dragged their robes and sleeping-bags. The shivering dogs crept in
+and curled up at their feet. The sledge was left outside, and the
+opening was closed as well as might be by the slab of compacted snow
+that had been cut from it. Poor little Nel-te, who was numbed and
+whimpering with cold and hunger, was rubbed into a glow, comforted and
+petted, until at length he fell asleep, nestled between the lads, and
+then they found time to talk over their situation. For a while they had
+no thought save for the dear friend and trusty comrade, who, alive or
+dead, was still out in that terrible storm, and, as they believed, lost
+to them forever.
+
+"I don't suppose there is the faintest hope of ever seeing him again,"
+said Phil. "If he went over the precipice he must have been killed, and
+is buried deep in the snow by this time. Even if he did not, and is
+still wandering somewhere in this vicinity, he must perish before
+morning. Oh, Serge, can't we do anything for him? It makes me feel like
+a cowardly traitor to be sitting here in comfort while the dear old chap
+may be close at hand, and perishing for want of our help. And it is my
+fault, too! The fault of my inexcusable carelessness. It seems, old man,
+as if I should go crazy with thinking of it."
+
+"But you mustn't think of it in that way, Phil," answered Serge,
+soothingly. "As leader of the party it was your duty to go ahead and
+pick out the road, while it was ours to keep you in sight. If either of
+us is to blame for what has happened, I am the one. I should have looked
+back oftener and made sure that he was still close behind me. Now there
+is nothing we can do except wait for daylight and the end of the storm.
+We have our parents, this child, and ourselves to think of first. Nor
+could we accomplish anything even if we tried. The storm has doubled in
+fury since we halted. A foot of snow must already have fallen, and to
+venture a single rod outside of this place would serve to lose us as
+certainly as though we went a mile. We mustn't give up all hope, though.
+Mr. Coombs is very strong, and well used to exposure. Of course, if he
+has gone over the precipice there is little chance that we shall ever
+see him again; but if he escaped it, and has made a burrow for himself
+like this one, he will pull through all right, and I feel sure we shall
+find him in the morning."
+
+"Why haven't we dug places like this before?" asked Phil. "It is
+actually getting warm and comfortable in here. We might have had just
+such a warm cave every night that we have been in the mountains and
+spent so miserably."
+
+"Of course we might," agreed Serge, "and we would have had, but for my
+stupidity in not thinking of it sooner. While I never took refuge in one
+before, I have often heard of them, and ought to have remembered. I
+didn't, though, until this storm struck us, and I knew that without
+shelter we must certainly perish."
+
+"If you hadn't thought of a snow-burrow," said Phil, "it is certain I
+never should. It is snug, though, and if only poor Jalap were with us,
+and we had food and a light of some kind, I wouldn't ask for a better
+shelter. I can understand now how an Eskimo stone lamp, with seal oil
+for fuel, and a wick of moss, can give out all the heat that is needed
+in one of their snow huts, and I only wish we had brought one with us."
+
+After this the boys grew drowsy, their conversation slackened, and soon
+all their troubles were forgotten in sleep. Outside through the long
+hours the gale roared and shrieked with impotent rage at their escape
+from its clutches. It hurled its snow legions against their place of
+refuge until it was deep buried, and then in a frenzy tore away and
+scattered the drifted accumulation, until it could once more beat
+directly upon their slender wall of defence. But its wiles and its
+furious attacks were alike in vain, and at length its fierce ravings
+sank into whispers. The _poorga_ spent its force with the darkness, and
+at daylight had swept on to inland fields, leaving only an added burden
+of millions of tons of snow to mark its passage across the mountains.
+
+When the boys awoke a soft white light was filtering through one side of
+their spotless chamber, and they knew that day had come. They expected
+to dig their way to the outer air through a great mass of snow, and were
+agreeably surprised to find only a small drift against the doorway. As
+they emerged from it they were for a few minutes blinded by the
+marvellous brilliancy of their sunlit surroundings. Gradually becoming
+accustomed to the intense light, they gazed eagerly about for some sign
+of their missing comrade, but there was none. They followed back for a
+mile over the way they had come the evening before, shouting and firing
+their guns, but without avail.
+
+No answering shout came back to their straining ears, and there was
+nothing to indicate the tale of the lost man. Sadly and soberly the lads
+retraced their steps, and prepared to resume their journey. To remain
+longer in that place meant starvation and death. To save themselves they
+must push on.
+
+They shuddered at the precipice they had escaped, and over which they
+feared their comrade had plunged. At its foot lay a valley, which,
+though it trended westward, and so away from their course, Phil
+determined to follow; for, far below their lofty perch, and still miles
+away from where they stood, it held the dark mass he had seen the night
+before, and knew to be timber. Besides, his sole desire at that moment
+was to escape from those awful heights and reach the coast at some
+point; he hardly cared whether it were inhabited or not.
+
+So the sledge was dug from its bed of snow and reloaded: the dogs were
+harnessed. Poor little Nel-te, crying with hunger, was slipped into his
+fur travelling-bag, and a start was made to search for some point of
+descent. At length they found a place where the slope reached to the
+very top of the cliff, but so sharply that it was like the roof of a
+house several miles in length.
+
+"I hate the looks of it," said Phil, "but as there doesn't seem to be
+any other way, I suppose we've got to try it. I should say that for at
+least three miles it was as steep as the steepest part of a toboggan
+slide, though, and I'm pretty certain we sha'n't care to try it more
+than once."
+
+"I guess we can do it all right," replied Serge, "but there's only one
+way, and that is to sit on a snow-shoe and slide. We couldn't keep on
+our feet a single second."
+
+They lifted Nel-te, fur bag and all, from the sledge, tightened the
+lashings of its load, which included the guns and extra snow-shoes, and
+started it over the verge. It flashed down the declivity like a rocket,
+and the last they saw of it it was rolling over and over.
+
+"Looks cheerful, doesn't it?" said Phil, firmly. "Now I'll go; then do
+you start the dogs down, and come yourself as quick as you please."
+
+[Illustration: FOR A MOMENT THE SENSATION WAS SICKENING.]
+
+Thus saying, the plucky lad seated himself on a snow-shoe, took Nel-te,
+still in the fur bag, in his lap, and launched himself over the edge of
+the cliff. For a moment the sensation, which was that of falling from a
+great height, was sickening, and a thick mist seemed to obscure his
+vision.
+
+Then it cleared away, and was followed by a feeling of the wildest
+exhilaration as he heard the whistling backward rush of air, and
+realized the tremendous speed at which he was whizzing through space.
+Ere it seemed possible that he could have gone half-way to the
+timber-line trees began to fly past him, and he knew that the worst was
+over. In another minute he was floundering in a drift of soft snow, into
+which he had plunged up to his neck, and the perilous feat was
+successfully accomplished.
+
+Poor Serge arrived at the same point shortly afterwards, head first, and
+dove out of sight in the drift; but fortunately Phil was in a position
+to extricate him before he smothered. The dogs appeared a moment later,
+with somewhat less velocity, but badly demoralized, and evidently
+feeling that they had been sadly ill-treated by their driver. So the
+sledge party had safely descended in five minutes a distance equal to
+that which they had spent half a day and infinite toil in ascending on
+the other side of the mountains.
+
+When Nel-te was released from the fur bag and set on his feet he was as
+calm and self-possessed as though nothing out of the usual had happened,
+and immediately demanded something to eat.
+
+After a long search they discovered the sledge, with only one rail
+broken and its load intact.
+
+"Now for a fire and breakfast!" cried Phil, heading towards the timber,
+as soon as the original order of things was restored. "After that we
+will make one more effort to find some trace of poor Jalap, though I
+don't believe there is the slightest chance of success."
+
+They entered the forest of wide-spreading but stunted evergreens, and
+Phil, axe in hand, was vigorously attacking a dead spruce, when an
+exclamation from his companion caused him to pause in his labor and look
+around. "What can that be?" asked Serge, pointing to a thick hemlock
+that stood but a few yards from them. The lower end of its drooping
+branches were deep buried in snow, but such part as was still visible
+was in a strange state of agitation.
+
+"It must be a bear," replied Phil, dropping his axe and springing to the
+sledge for his rifle. "His winter den is there, and we have disturbed
+him. Get out your gun--quick! We can't afford to lose him. Meat's too
+scarce in camp just now." Even as he spoke, and before the guns could be
+taken from their moose-skin cases, the motion of the branches increased,
+then came a violent upheaval of the snow that weighted them down, and
+the boys caught a glimpse of some huge shaggy animal issuing from the
+powdered whiteness.
+
+"Hurry!" cried Phil. "No, look out! We're too late! What? Great Scott!
+It can't be. Yes, it is! Hurrah! Glory, hallelujah! I knew he'd pull
+through all right, and I believe I'm the very happiest fellow in all the
+world at this minute."
+
+"Mebbe you be, son," remarked Jalap Coombs, "and then again mebbe
+there's others as is equally joyful. As my old friend Kite Roberson
+useter say, 'A receiver's as good as a thief,' and I sartainly received
+a heap of pleasure through hearing you holler jest now."
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+STORIES OF AMERICAN LITERATURE.
+
+BY HENRIETTA CHRISTIAN WRIGHT.
+
+JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.
+
+
+[Illustration: HE DISTINGUISHED THE CALL OF ANIMALS.]
+
+Late in the eighteenth century the village of Cooperstown lay almost in
+the midst of the primeval forest, which extended for miles around. Here
+the future novelist James Fenimore Cooper had been brought while yet an
+infant by his father, who had built the family mansion, Otsego Hall, in
+this secluded spot, far from the highways of travel, designing to make
+it the centre of a settlement of some note, if possible. Here, as the
+boy grew older, he learned wood-lore as the young Indians learned it,
+face to face with the divinity of the forest. He knew the language of
+the wild animals, and could distinguish their calls far across the
+gloomy spaces of the wood; he could follow the deer and bear to their
+retreats in dim secluded recesses; he could trace the path of the
+retreating wolf by the broken cobwebs glistening in the early sunlight;
+and the cry of the panther to its mate high overhead in the interlacing
+boughs of the pines and hemlocks was of a speech as familiar as his own
+tongue. When he was thirsty he made a hunter's cup of glossy leaves and
+drank in true Indian fashion; when fatigued, he could lie down and rest
+with that feeling of security that only comes to the forest-bred; when
+thoughtful, he could learn from the lap of the waves against the shore,
+the murmur of leaves, and the rustle of wings those lessons which Nature
+teaches in her quiet moods.
+
+These experiences and impressions sank into Cooper's heart, and were
+relived again long after in the pages of his romances with such
+vividness that they are plainly seen to be real memories.
+
+Leaving his home while still a young boy, Cooper went to Albany to study
+under a private tutor, and in 1803 entered Yale College, which, owing to
+some trouble with the authorities, he left in the third year of his
+course. It was now decided that he should enter the navy, and he left
+New York in the autumn of 1806, being then in his fifteenth year, on a
+vessel of the merchant marine. There was then no Naval Academy in
+America, and a boy could only fit himself for entering the navy before
+the mast; his ship, the _Sterling_, visiting Portugal and Spain,
+carrying cargoes from port to port, and taking life in a leisurely
+manner that belonged to the merchant sailing-vessels of that day. It was
+a time of interest to all seamen, and Cooper's mind was keenly alive to
+the new life around him. The English were expecting a French invasion,
+and the channel was full of ships of war, while every port on the
+southern coast was arming for defence. The Mediterranean was yet subject
+to incursions of the Barbary pirates, who would descend under cover of
+night upon any unprotected merchant-vessel, steal the cargo, scuttle the
+ship, and carry away the crew to be sold as slaves to the Tripolitan and
+Algerian husbandmen, whose orchards of dates were cultivated by many a
+white person from across the Atlantic, held there in cruel slavery.
+
+The waters of the Mediterranean were full of merchant-men of all
+nations. Here, side by side, could be seen the Italian, French, and
+English sailor, while the flags of Russia, Turkey, Egypt, and Greece
+dotted the farther horizon.
+
+[Illustration: HIS PLACE WAS ON THE DECK AMONG THE SAILORS.]
+
+Cooper passed through all these stirring scenes, known to those around
+him only as a boy before the mast, but in reality the clever student and
+observer of men and events. His work was hard and dangerous; he was
+never admitted to the cabin, though an equal, socially, to the officers
+of the ship; in storm or wind or other danger his place was on the deck
+among the rough sailors, who were his only companions during the voyage.
+But this training developed the good material that was in him, and when,
+in 1808, he received his commission as midshipman, he entered the
+service better equipped for his duties perhaps than many a graduate of
+Annapolis to-day.
+
+Cooper remained in the navy three years and a half, seeing no active
+service. He finally resigned his commission, and passed several
+succeeding years of his life partly in Westchester County, New York, and
+partly in Cooperstown, and having no ambition beyond living the quiet
+life of a country gentleman.
+
+It was not until 1820, when he was in his thirty-first year, that he
+produced his first book or novel of English life, which showed no
+talent, and which even his most ardent admirers in after-years could not
+read through. It was not until the next year, 1821, that a novel
+appeared from the hand of Cooper which foreshadowed the greatness of his
+fame, and struck a new note in American literature. American society was
+at that time alive with the stirring memories of the Revolution. Men and
+women were still active who could recall the victories of Bunker Hill
+and Trenton, and who had shared in the disasters of Monmouth and Long
+Island. It is natural that in choosing a subject for fiction he should
+turn to the recent struggle for his inspiration, and American literature
+owes a large debt to him who thus threw into literary form the spirit of
+those thrilling times.
+
+His first important novel, _The Spy_, was founded upon a story which
+Cooper had heard many years before, and which had made a profound
+impression upon him. It was the story of a veritable spy, who had been
+in the service of one of the Revolutionary leaders, and whose daring and
+heroic adventures were related to Cooper by the man who had employed
+him.
+
+Cooper took this old spy for his hero, kept the scene in Westchester,
+where the man had really performed his wonderful feats, and from these
+facts wove the most thrilling and vital piece of fiction that had
+appeared in America.
+
+The novel appeared in December, 1821, and in a few months it was
+apparent that a new star had risen in the literary skies. The book made
+Cooper famous both in America and Europe. It was published in England by
+the same publisher who had brought out Irving's _Sketch-Book_, and it
+met with a success that spoke highly for its merit, since the story was
+one telling of English defeat and American triumph. It was put into
+French by the translator of the Waverley novels, and before long
+versions appeared in every tongue in Europe. It was regarded not merely
+as a tale of adventure in a new department of story-telling, but it was
+generally conceded to be a fine piece of fiction in itself, and its
+hero, Harvey Birch, won, and has kept for himself, a place hardly second
+to any creation of literature.
+
+Cooper had now found his sphere, and his best work henceforth was that
+in which he delineated the features of American history during the
+struggle for independence. His greatest contributions to literature are
+found in the short series of novels called "The Leatherstocking Tales,"
+and in his novels of the sea. "The Leatherstocking Tales" consist of
+five stories, in which the same hero figures from first to last. The
+series began with the publication of Cooper's second novel, _The
+Pioneers_, but the story of the hero really begins in the fascinating
+pages of _The Deerslayer_, where he is represented in the first stage of
+his career.
+
+The series grew much as Tennyson's _Idylls of the King_ grew, the same
+man being introduced in different parts of his career, though each
+separate book did not follow in exact order from the author's hand. The
+success of _The Pioneers_ was remarkable. Thirty-five hundred copies
+were sold before noon on the day of publication, and although, perhaps,
+the least powerful of the "Tales," it was read with the same interest
+that had been given to _The Spy_.
+
+In the new novel Leatherstocking was first introduced as the philosopher
+of nature, ignorant of books, but wise in the lore that is taught by the
+voices of Nature. It is a story of the primitive life of the
+frontiersmen of that day, and their occupations, interests, and
+ambitions form the background to the picture of the hero,
+Leatherstocking, who embodies the author's idea of chivalrous manhood,
+and whose creation is one of the noblest achievements of fiction.
+
+The scene of _The Pioneers_ was laid in the vicinity of Cooper's boyhood
+home, and all the exquisite pictures wrought into the setting are vivid
+and lifelike illustrations of the little frontier village, where man
+received his sustenance first hand from Nature, and where all his
+surroundings partook almost of the simplicity of the first ages of the
+world. It was an appropriate theatre for the actions of that rustic
+philosopher Leatherstocking, and there is a vein of tender reminiscence
+through the book that must always give it a charm apart from the rest,
+though in itself it is the least perfect story of the series.
+
+The story of Leatherstocking begins in _The Deerslayer_, though it was
+not written until twenty years after the publication of _The Pioneers_.
+The scene was laid on Otsego Lake, and the character of Leatherstocking
+was drawn as that of a young scout just entering upon manhood. The next
+year, 1841, came _The Pathfinder_, having for its background the shores
+of Lake Ontario, with which Cooper had become familiar during the winter
+there in the service of the navy.
+
+In these two books Cooper reached the highest point of his art.
+Leatherstocking appears in _The Deerslayer_ as a young man full of the
+promise of a noble manhood. And this ideal character is developed
+through a succession of stirring adventures, the like of which are to be
+found only in the pages of Scott. Side by side with Leatherstocking
+stand those pictures of Indian character, which became so famous that
+the Indian of that day has passed into history as represented by Cooper.
+
+_The Pathfinder_ carries Leatherstocking through some of the most
+exciting episodes of his adventurous career, and belongs to the same
+part of his life as _The Last of the Mohicans_, published sixteen years
+before, the scene of which is laid near Lake Champlain. _The Last of the
+Mohicans_ takes rank with _The Deerslayer_ and _The Pathfinder_ in
+representing Cooper at his best. In these three novels we see
+Leatherstocking as a man in the prime of life battling with the stirring
+events that were making the history of the country. All the story of the
+war of the white man with nature, with circumstances, and with his red
+brother in civilizing the frontier, is told in these books. It is the
+romance of real history, and Leatherstocking had his prototype in many a
+brave frontiersman whose deeds were unrecorded, and whose name was never
+known beyond his own little circle of friends.
+
+In _The Pioneers_ Leatherstocking has become an old man who has sought a
+home in the forest to avoid the noise and strife of civilized life, and
+he closes his career in _The Prairie_, a novel of the plains of the
+great West, whither the old man has gone to spend his last days. It is
+the story of a lonely life of the prairie-hunter of those days, whose
+love for solitude has led him far from even the borders of the frontier,
+and whose dignified death is a fitting ending to his noble and
+courageous life. It is supposed that this end to Leatherstocking's
+career was suggested to Cooper by the ever-famous Daniel Boone, and some
+of the incidents of the story read like real life. One of Cooper's most
+famous descriptions--that of the prairie on fire--occurs in this book--a
+scene excelled only by the description of the panther-fight in _The
+Pioneers_, or the combat between Deerslayer and his foe.
+
+Cooper began his series of sea novels by the publication of _The Pilot_
+in 1824, and stands as the creator of this department of fiction. He was
+the first novelist to bring into fiction the ordinary, every-day life of
+the sailor afloat, whether employed on a merchant vessel or fighting
+hand to hand in a naval encounter. Scott's novel, _The Pirate_, had been
+criticised by Cooper as the evident work of a man who had never been at
+sea, and to prove how much better an effect could be produced by one
+familiar with ocean life he began his story, _The Pilot_.
+
+[Illustration: COOPER READING TO AN OLD SHIPMATE.]
+
+The period of the story is the American Revolution, and the hero was
+that famous adventurer John Paul Jones, introduced under another name.
+It was such a new thing to put into fiction the technicalities of ship
+life, to describe the details of an evolution in a naval battle, and to
+throw in as background the vast and varying panorama of sea and sky,
+that Cooper, familiar as he was with ocean life, felt some doubt of his
+success. In order to test his powers, he read one day to an old shipmate
+that famous account of the passage of the ship through the narrow
+channel in one of the thrilling chapters of the yet unfinished work. The
+effect was all that Cooper could desire. The old sailor got into such a
+fury of excitement that he could not keep his seat, but paced up and
+down the room while Cooper was reading; in his excitement he was for a
+moment living over again a stormy scene from his own life; and the
+novelist laid down the manuscript, well pleased with the result of his
+experiment. _The Pilot_ met with an instant success both in America and
+Europe. As it was his first, so it is perhaps his best sea story. In it
+he put all the freshness of reminiscence, all the haunting memories of
+ocean life that had followed him since his boyhood days. It was
+biographical in the same sense as _The Pioneers_, a part of the romance
+of childhood drafted into the reality of after-life.
+
+_Red Rover_, the next sea story, came out in 1828. Other novelists had
+begun to write tales of the sea, but they were mere imitations of _The
+Pilot_. In the _Red Rover_ the genuine adventures of the sailor class
+were again embodied in the thrilling narrative that Cooper alone knew
+how to write, and from its first appearance it has always been one of
+the most popular of the author's works. In these pages occurs that
+dramatic description of the last sea fight of Red Rover, one of Cooper's
+finest achievements.
+
+Cooper's popularity abroad was equalled only by that of Scott. His works
+as soon as published were translated into almost every tongue of Europe,
+and were sold in Turkey, Prussia, Egypt, and Jerusalem in the language
+of those countries. It was said by a traveller that the middle classes
+of Europe had gathered all their knowledge of American history from
+Cooper's works, and that they had never understood the character of
+American independence until revealed by this novelist.
+
+
+
+
+PRIZE-STORY COMPETITION.
+
+FIRST-PRIZE STORY.
+
+Betty's Ride: A Tale of the Revolution.--By Henry S. Canby.
+
+
+The sun was just rising and showering his first rays on the gambrel-roof
+and solid stone walls of a house surrounded by a magnificent grove of
+walnuts, and overlooking one of the beautiful valleys so common in
+southeastern Pennsylvania. Close by the house, and shaded by the same
+great trees, stood a low building of the most severe type, whose
+time-stained bricks and timbers green with moss told its age without the
+aid of the half-obliterated inscription over the door, which read,
+"Built A. D. 1720." One familiar with the country would have pronounced
+it without hesitation a Quaker meeting-house, dating back almost to the
+time of William Penn.
+
+When Ezra Dale had become the leader of the little band of Quakers which
+gathered here every First Day, he had built the house under the
+walnut-trees, and had taken his wife Ann and his little daughter Betty
+to live there. That was in 1770, seven years earlier, and before war had
+wrought sorrow and desolation throughout the country.
+
+The sun rose higher, and just as his beams touched the broad stone step
+in front of the house the door opened, and Ann Dale, a sweet-faced woman
+in the plain Quaker garb, came out, followed by Betty, a little
+blue-eyed Quakeress of twelve years, with a gleam of spirit in her face
+which ill became her plain dress.
+
+"Betty," said her mother, as they walked out towards the great
+horse-block by the road-side, "thee must keep house to-day. Friend
+Robert has just sent thy father word that the redcoats have not crossed
+the Brandywine since Third Day last, and thy father and I will ride to
+Chester to-day, that there may be other than corn-cakes and baron for
+the friends who come to us after monthly meeting. Mind thee keeps near
+the house and finishes thy sampler."
+
+"Yes, mother," said Betty; "but will thee not come home early? I shall
+miss thee sadly."
+
+Just then Ezra appeared, wearing his collarless Quaker coat, and leading
+a horse saddled with a great pillion, into which Ann laboriously climbed
+after her husband, and with a final warning and "farewell" to Betty,
+clasped him tightly around the waist lest she should be jolted off as
+they jogged down the rough and winding lane into the broad Chester
+highway.
+
+Friend Ann had many reasons for fearing to leave Betty alone for a whole
+day, and she looked back anxiously at her waving "farewell" with her
+little bonnet.
+
+It was a troublous time.
+
+The Revolution was at its height, and the British, who had a short time
+before disembarked their army near Elkton, Maryland, were now encamped
+near White Clay Creek, while Washington occupied the country bordering
+on the Brandywine. His force, however, was small compared to the extent
+of the country to be guarded, and bands of the British sometimes crossed
+the Brandywine and foraged in the fertile counties of Delaware and
+Chester. As Betty's father, although a Quaker and a non-combatant, was
+known to be a patriot, he had to suffer the fortunes of war with his
+neighbors.
+
+Thus it was with many forebodings that Betty's mother watched the slight
+figure under the spreading branches of a great chestnut, which seemed to
+rustle its innumerable leaves as if to promise protection to the little
+maid. However, the sun shone brightly, the swallows chirped as they
+circled overhead, and nothing seemed farther off than battle and
+bloodshed.
+
+Betty skipped merrily into the house, and snatching up some broken
+corn-cake left from the morning meal, ran lightly out to the paddock
+where Daisy was kept, her own horse, which she had helped to raise from
+a colt.
+
+"Come thee here, Daisy," she said, as she seated herself on the top rail
+of the mossy snake fence. "Come thee here, and thee shall have some of
+thy mistress's corn-cake. Ah! I thought thee would like it. Now go and
+eat all thee can of this good grass, for if the wicked redcoats come
+again, thee will not have another chance, I can tell thee."
+
+Daisy whinnied and trotted off, while Betty, feeding the few chickens
+(sadly reduced in numbers by numerous raids), returned to the house,
+and getting her sampler, sat down under a walnut-tree to sew on the
+stint which her mother had given her.
+
+All was quiet save the chattering of the squirrels overhead and the
+drowsy hum of the bees, when from around the curve in the road she heard
+a shot; then another nearer, and then a voice shouting commands, and the
+thud of hoof-beats farther down the valley. She jumped up with a
+startled cry: "The redcoats! The redcoats! Oh, what shall I do!"
+
+Just then the foremost of a scattered band of soldiers, their buff and
+blue uniforms and ill-assorted arms showing them to be Americans,
+appeared in full flight around the curve in the road, and springing over
+the fence, dashed across the pasture straight for the meeting-house.
+Through the broad gateway they poured, and forcing open the door of the
+meeting-house, rushed within and began to barricade the windows.
+
+Their leader paused while his men passed in, and seeing Betty, came
+quickly towards her.
+
+"What do you here, child?" he said, hurriedly. "Go quickly, before the
+British reach us, and tell your father that, Quaker or no Quaker, he
+shall ride to Washington, on the Brandywine, and tell him that we, but
+one hundred men, are besieged by three hundred British cavalry in
+Chichester meeting-house, with but little powder left. Tell him to make
+all haste to us."
+
+Turning, he hastened into the meeting-house, now converted into a fort,
+and as the doors closed behind him Betty saw a black muzzle protruding
+from every window.
+
+With trembling fingers the little maid picked up her sampler, and as the
+thud of horses' hoofs grew louder and louder, she ran fearfully into the
+house, locked and bolted the massive door, and then flying up the broad
+stairs, she seated herself in a little window overlooking the
+meeting-house yard. She had gone into the house none too soon. Up the
+road, with their red coats gleaming and their harness jangling, was
+sweeping a detachment of British cavalry, never stopping until they
+reached the meeting-house--and then it was too late.
+
+A sheet of flame shot out from the wall before them, and half a dozen
+troopers fell lifeless to the ground, and half a dozen riderless horses
+galloped wildly down the road. The leader shouted a sharp command, and
+the whole troop retreated in confusion.
+
+Betty drew back shuddering, and when she brought herself to look again
+the troopers had dismounted, had surrounded the meeting-house, and were
+pouring volley after volley at its doors and windows. Then for the first
+time Betty thought of the officer's message, and remembered that the
+safety of the Americans depended upon her alone, for her father was
+away, no neighbor within reach, and without powder she knew they could
+not resist long.
+
+Could she save them? All her stern Quaker blood rose at the thought, and
+stealing softly to the paddock behind the barn, she saddled Daisy and
+led her through the bars into the wood road, which opened into the
+highway just around the bend. Could she but pass the pickets without
+discovery there would be little danger of pursuit; then there would be
+only the long ride of eight miles ahead of her.
+
+Just before the narrow wood road joined the broader highway Betty
+mounted Daisy by means of a convenient stump, and starting off at a
+gallop, had just turned the corner when a voice shouted "Halt!" and a
+shot whistled past her head. Betty screamed with terror, and bending
+over, brought down her riding-whip with all her strength upon Daisy,
+then, turning for a moment, saw three troopers hurriedly mounting.
+
+Her heart sank within her, but, beginning to feel the excitement of the
+chase, she leaned over and patting Daisy on the neck, encouraged her to
+do her best. Onward they sped. Betty, her curly hair streaming in the
+wind, the color now mounting to, now retreating from her cheeks, led by
+five hundred yards.
+
+But Daisy had not been used for weeks, and already felt the unusual
+strain. Now they thundered over Naaman's Creek, now over Concord, with
+the nearest pursuer only four hundred yards behind; and now they raced
+beside the clear waters of Beaver Brook, and as Betty dashed through its
+shallow ford, the thud of horse's hoofs seemed just over her shoulder.
+
+Betty, at first sure of success, now knew that unless in some way she
+could throw her pursuers off her track she was surely lost. Just then
+she saw ahead of her a fork in the road, the lower branch leading to the
+Brandywine, the upper to the Birmingham Meeting-house. Could she but get
+the troopers on the upper road while she took the lower, she would be
+safe; and, as if in answer to her wish, there flashed across her mind
+the remembrance of the old cross-road which, long disused, and with its
+entrance hidden by drooping boughs, led from a point in the upper road
+just out of sight of the fork down across the lower, and through the
+valley of the Brandywine. Could she gain this road unseen she still
+might reach Washington.
+
+Urging Daisy forward, she broke just in time through the dense growth
+which hid the entrance, and sat trembling, hidden behind a dense growth
+of tangled vines, while she heard the troopers thunder by. Then, riding
+through the rustling woods, she came at last into the open, and saw
+spread out beneath her the beautiful valley of the Brandywine, dotted
+with the white tents of the Continental army.
+
+Starting off at a gallop, she dashed around a bend in the road into the
+midst of a group of officers riding slowly up from the valley.
+
+"Stop, little maiden, before you run us down," said one, who seemed to
+be in command. "Where are you going in such hot haste?"
+
+"Oh, sir," said Betty, reining in Daisy, "can thee tell me where I can
+find General Washington?"
+
+"Yes, little Quakeress," said the officer who had first spoken to her;
+"I am he. What do you wish?"
+
+Betty, too exhausted to be surprised, poured forth her story in a few
+broken sentences, and (hearing as if in a dream the hasty commands for
+the rescue of the soldiers in Chichester Meeting-house) fell forward in
+her saddle, and, for the first time in her life, fainted, worn out by
+her noble ride.
+
+A few days later, when recovering from the shock of her long and
+eventful ride, Betty, awaking from a deep sleep, found her mother
+kneeling beside her little bed, while her father talked with General
+Washington himself beside the fireplace; and it was the proudest and
+happiest moment of her life when Washington, coming forward and taking
+her by the hand, said, "You are the bravest little maid in America, and
+an honor to your country."
+
+Still the peaceful meeting-house and the gambrel-roofed home stand
+unchanged, save that their time-beaten timbers and crumbling bricks have
+taken on a more sombre tinge, and under the broad walnut-tree another
+little Betty sits and sews.
+
+If you ask it, she will take down the great key from its nail, and
+swinging back the new doors of the meeting-house, will show you the
+old worm-eaten ones inside, which, pierced through and through
+with bullet-holes, once served as a rampart against the enemy.
+And she will tell you, in the quaint Friend's language, how her
+great-great-grandmother carried, over a hundred years ago, the news of
+the danger of her countrymen to Washington, on the Brandywine, and at
+the risk of her own life saved theirs.
+
+
+
+
+KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS.
+
+
+IV.--THE FINAL TRIAL.
+
+"Ten Knights, as before, were put by the stone to guard it until the new
+trial," continued the Story-teller. "The Archbishop was not going,
+through lack of care, to have it said that anything had been done to the
+stone meanwhile to make it harder for the contestants to pull forth the
+sword, or easier for Arthur to perform that feat."
+
+"I'll bet those Knights practised on it, though," said Jack. "I would
+have."
+
+"It wouldn't have done any good, I imagine," said his father. "There was
+something mysterious about it all, and whatever that was it worked in
+favor of Arthur and against all the others."
+
+"I don't believe all ten of 'em together could have pulled it out,"
+Mollie put in. "It was one of those trick swords, like men swallow at
+circuses, I guess, and I'm certain that Mr. Merlin put it there, and
+showed Arthur how the trick worked. It had a spring in it, which he
+could touch with his thumb to make it come out, maybe."
+
+"Maybe so," said her father, "although I doubt it. There were lots of
+queer things happening in those days that we of to-day would hardly
+believe if we saw them with our own eyes--things that sound in the
+telling of them quite like fairy stories."
+
+"Like Merlin being able to tell what was going to happen next week?"
+suggested Jack.
+
+"Exactly," said the Story-teller. "If anybody claimed to be able to do
+that now, we'd laugh at him."
+
+"He'd be a great man for a newspaper," said Jack. "If a newspaper had a
+man like that on it, it could tell the people in advance that such and
+such an accident was going to happen at such and such a time on such and
+such a railroad, and then the people wouldn't go on that road at that
+time, and their lives would be saved."
+
+"That's so," said Mollie. "And if the accident was going to happen
+because a switchman was asleep, somebody could be sent ahead to wake him
+up, so that the accident wouldn't happen at all."
+
+"There is no doubt about it," said the Story-teller. "A man like Merlin
+would be very useful in these days, but his kind is very much like the
+leviathans and mastodons that lived before the flood. The race has died
+out, and true prophets are as scarce now as huckleberries in December.
+But to come back to the story, whether there was a spring in the sword
+or not, Merlin was undoubtedly responsible for it, and whatever he did,
+he did it in Arthur's behalf, for when Candlemas day came about again
+the same thing happened that had happened before. The sword would not
+budge for any one but Arthur, and a great many people began to be
+convinced that he was the rightful King. There were enough dissatisfied
+persons, however, to make one more trial necessary, and the Archbishop,
+yielding to these, set one more date, that of Easter, for the final
+contest."
+
+"He had to earn it, didn't he," said Mollie.
+
+"You bet he did," said Jack. "It must have been like our medals at
+school. You've got to win it six times in succession, once every month,
+before it's yours for keeps."
+
+"But you know about that rule before you begin," said Mollie. "It's fair
+enough in school, but it seems to me Arthur won it at the start, and
+ought to have had it."
+
+"He certainly did win it at the start, under the terms of the contest,"
+said her father. "Still it was just as well, under the circumstances,
+that there should be no dissatisfaction among those who lost, and as it
+wasn't at all hard for Arthur to pull the sword out, he couldn't
+complain. The others had to work a great deal harder than he did, and,
+in the end, got nothing for their pains."
+
+"I guess the Archbishop kind of liked to see all those people pulling
+and hauling at it," suggested Jack, with a grin. "It must have been
+something like a circus for him, anyhow, with all those knights in their
+fine spangles, and their horses with splendid harness, and all that."
+
+[Illustration: THEY ALL KNELT BEFORE HIM, AND HE WAS CROWNED.]
+
+"Very likely," said the Story-teller. "That view of it never occurred to
+me before. It has always been a matter of wonder to me that the
+Archbishop made poor Arthur go through the ordeal so many times, but now
+I begin to understand it. He wanted to be entertained as much as anybody
+else, and very possibly he ordered so many repetitions of the
+performances to that end, knowing, of course, that by so doing he could
+not injure Arthur's chances. Arthur had to be very careful of himself,
+however, between times. The other Knights were too anxious for the prize
+to stop at playing tricks on him, and Sir Ector saw to it that wherever
+he went he had a strong guard about him to keep him from harm. These
+guards, made up of the most faithful men in his father's service, kept
+watch over him night and day until Easter, when the final trial came off
+with no change in the result. Arthur pulled the sword lightly out of the
+stone, but despite their struggles the others could do nothing with it.
+Then the people themselves were satisfied. The Knights may not have
+liked it any better than before, but the people did, and they cheered
+him to the echo, and said that the question was now settled for once and
+for all, and offered to slay any man who now dared to say that Arthur
+was not entitled to the throne. They all knelt before him, and he was
+knighted by one of the bravest men of the day, and shortly after he was
+crowned. It was a long trial for him, but he was patient and worthy, and
+withstood every test, and in the end he got his reward."
+
+"Well, I'm glad of it," said Jack. "The way they made him work for it
+seems to me to have entitled him to it."
+
+"Papa," said Mollie, after a little thought on the matter, "was this
+King Arthur any relation to the man Jack-the-Giant-Killer was always
+sending giant's heads to."
+
+"He was the very same man," replied her father. "Why?"
+
+"I was only thinking," said Mollie, "that if it was the same man, Jack
+couldn't have tried to pull that sword out, because I'm pretty certain
+he could have done it."
+
+"Perhaps," said her father, "but that could only have left the question
+as to the rightful King unsettled."
+
+"I don't think so," cried Jack. "Because then they'd have had to have a
+match between Arthur and Jack. That would have settled it."
+
+"And who do you think would have won in that event?" asked the
+Story-teller.
+
+"Well," said Mollie, dubiously, "of course, I don't know, but I'd have
+stood for Jack."
+
+"I'm with you, then," said the modern Jack. "A boy who could handle
+giants the way he did wouldn't have had much trouble with a fellow like
+Arthur."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT]
+
+
+The rivalry between Worcester and Phillips Andover academies, which has
+existed ever since the two big schools first met on track and field in
+the New England Interscholastics, was made even greater by the dual
+games held at Worcester on the 8th. Andover had felt confident of
+winning, but a combination of hard luck and a poor and unfamiliar track
+tended to cause her defeat. As at Hartford, for the Connecticut
+H.-S.A.A. games on the same day, there was a bad wind blowing up the
+track which interfered with good time for the sprints, the 100 being
+done to the exceedingly slow time of 11-1/5 secs. The score of 62 to 50,
+however, does not by any means show how close the contest was, for first
+one side was ahead and then the other; so that it was not until the last
+event of the day had been decided that the Worcester contingent felt
+certain of their victory. To-day the Andover men are doubtless somewhat
+consoled by the way their athletes turned the tables on their Worcester
+rivals at the Interscholastics on the 15th, and the regrets for defeat
+must be considerably lessened by the conviction that should the
+Worcester contest be held again, the result would certainly be
+different. Andover made 25 points at Cambridge, while Worcester Academy
+scored but 9-2/5.
+
+[Illustration: Holt, P.A. Hine, P.A. Chase, W.A.
+
+120-YARD HURDLE RACE, ANDOVER-WORCESTER GAMES]
+
+Where Andover suffered most at Worcester was in the bicycle race and in
+the 100-yard dash. Manning was fully ten yards ahead of the field in the
+former event, and it looked as if the dark blue were here sure of six
+points at least, for Palmer was coming along rapidly behind him, when
+the leader lost control of his wheel and fell. Palmer rushed up and
+tumbled almost at the same spot, leaving Forsyth the only Andover man in
+the race. The latter forged ahead, and by a powerful spurt passed
+Campbell of Worcester, who was leading. He thought he had won as he shot
+past the winning post, but he had gone only seven laps, and as he slowed
+up the three Worcester riders went by him to take all the points at the
+finish. In the 100 the judges made a bad decision. Every one on the
+field--excepting those whose province it was to do so--saw Senn of
+Andover win the race by about a foot. Sargent was announced the victor,
+however, and for some odd reason Andover made no protest. Perhaps they
+were too confident of victory. But even if Senn had been awarded the
+first place (all the other events resulting as they did), the score
+would still have been in Worcester's favor--59 to 53, so the mistake of
+the judges was of little consequence, except to Senn as an individual.
+
+[Illustration: Barker, W.A. Gaskell, P.A. Munn, P.A.
+
+THE 220-YARD RUN, WORCESTER-ANDOVER GAMES.]
+
+Holt of Andover did the best work for the visiting team. He captured the
+high hurdles in 18-3/5 secs., put the 16-lb. shot 33 ft. 6 in., and
+threw the 12-lb. hammer 104 ft. 6 in. In the weight events he did not
+equal his own best records. Laing ran a good race in the half-mile and
+the mile, leading all the way in both events, and in the latter he was
+followed home by two of his schoolmates. It is noteworthy that in almost
+all sports where Andover men enter they are particularly strong in the
+long-distance runs. The field events were the most exciting for the
+spectators, because the score was such that all depended on the result
+of these. Here the Andover men excelled, but on the track, as will
+readily be seen from the table of results printed in this Department
+last week, the Worcester athletes were superior. On the whole, the
+meeting between the two teams was most successful, and Worcester Academy
+deserves great praise for her victory. She won it by hard work, and
+deserved every point scored. At the present moment the Worcester schools
+may justly claim first place in the ranks of track athletic sports; for
+after the High-School's performance on Holmes Field, on the 15th, it is
+plain that few scholastic associations could hope to worst them.
+
+On the following Wednesday Andover did better. The nine met the
+Lawrenceville baseball team on their own grounds and it was theirs.
+Everybody was surprised; even Andover. Not so much at the victory,
+perhaps, for P.A. men are always sanguine, but no one anticipated a
+whitewash. Andover put up the best game of the year, and I have not seen
+Lawrenceville play worse. Men who had scarcely made any errors during
+the entire season muffed and fumbled like a lot of novices; and in
+betweentimes the Andover men pounded the ball, and the crowd helped
+things along generally by plenty of shouting. Perhaps the crowd and the
+unfamiliar field had something to do with Lawrenceville's defeat, but it
+is hard to understand why the Jersey players, who have been batting well
+all the spring, could not find the ball when they had men on second and
+third. Possibly Sedgwick can explain this. Sedgwick was a host in
+himself, and he received such support as has not been given by the
+Andover players to any pitcher this season. He struck out nine of his
+opponents and gave only two bases on balls, whereas he was hit safely
+only six times. Drew, who caught him, played an errorless game; in fact,
+every man on the team did, with the exception of Harker, who made in the
+first inning the only misplay for the side.
+
+The hard hitting of the home team would have won the game even if
+Lawrenceville had shown better field-work. P.A. made twelve hits,
+including a two-bagger, two three-base hits, and a home run. Greenway
+led with two singles and a three-bagger, while Barton made a two-bagger
+and a home run. As for the error-making, Lawrenceville took the lead in
+that in the fourth inning. Sedgwick got his base on balls, and was
+thrown out at second; Greenway took first on an error and second on an
+error; Elliott got to first on balls; Dayton followed him on an error,
+which let Greenway home; Waddell went to first after being struck by a
+ball, and after Davis had struck out both Dayton and Elliott scored on
+an error. Fortunately for Lawrenceville, the inning was closed by
+Waddell's being thrown out at third.
+
+This is the third consecutive defeat that Lawrenceville has suffered at
+the hands of Andover in baseball, and never before has the victory of
+the Massachusetts team been so decided. The only way to account for the
+Jerseymen's weakness is that they were affected by the long journey, and
+were probably "rattled" by the Andover crowd. This Lawrenceville nine
+can do better. A team that can play the University of Pennsylvania 6-8
+and Princeton 2-5 ought not to succumb to Andover by 11-0. The following
+day Lawrenceville met Exeter, but only seven innings were played, as the
+visitors had to catch a train for home. When play was stopped the score
+stood 3-3, and there was considerable dissatisfaction on Exeter's part
+because the last two innings could not be finished. Lawrenceville showed
+better form than was exhibited at Andover, making only two errors; but
+Exeter was playing good ball too, and it is an open question now as to
+which is the better team. Next year more careful arrangements should be
+made, for the memory of this season's game will always be
+unsatisfactory.
+
+NEW ENGLAND I.S.A.A. GAMES, HOLMES FIELD, CAMBRIDGE, JUNE 15, 1895.
+
+                            N.E.I.S.A.A.
+Event.                         Record              Made by
+
+100-yard dash                  10-1/5 sec.  F. H. Bigelow, W.H.-S., 1894
+220-yard run                   22-2/5  "    F. H. Bigelow, W.H.-S., 1894
+440-yard run                   50-3/5  "    T. E. Burke, E.H.-S., 1894
+Half-mile run            2  m.  6      "    S. Wesson, W.A., 1894
+Mile run                 4  "  34-2/5  "    W. T. Laing, P.A., 1894
+Mile walk                7  "  36      "    P. J. McLaughlin, W.H.-S., '93
+120-yard hurdle                17-2/5  "    W. W. Hoyt, R.L.S., 1893
+220-yard hurdle                27      "    A. H. Hine, P.A., 1894
+Mile bicycle             2  "  41-3/5  "    A. A. Densmore, Hopkinson, '93
+Running high jump        5 ft.  7-3/4 in.   C. J. Paine, Hopkinson, 1893
+Running broad jump      21  "   6      "    C. Brewer, Hopkinson, 1890
+Pole vault              10  "   6-3/4  "    W. W. Hoyt, R.L.S., 1894
+Throwing 12-lb. ham'r  125  "               R. F. Johnson, B.H.-S., 1894
+Putting 16-lb. shot     39  "   3      "    M. O'Brien, E.H.-S., 1894
+
+
+Event.                  Winner June 15, 1895.        Performance.
+
+100-yard dash           J. T. Roche, W.H.-S.             10-3/5 sec.
+220-yard run            J. T. Roche, W.H.-S.             23-2/5  "
+440-yard run            R. S. Hull, W.H.-S.              53-3/5  "
+Half-mile run           A. Albertson, W.H.-S.       2  m. 5      "
+Mile run                D. T. Sullivan, W.H.-S.     4  " 42-4/5  "
+Mile walk               C. V. Moore, N.H.-S.        7  " 18-3/5  "
+120-yard hurdle         A. H. Hine, P.A.                 18-1/5  "
+220-yard hurdle         A. H. Hine, P.A.                 27-4/5  "
+Mile bicycle            H. Freyberg, W.H.-S.        2  " 40-3/5  "
+                        F. Holt, R.L.S.      }      5  "  7-1/2  "
+Running high jump       R. Ferguson, E.H.-S. }
+Running broad jump      E. L. Mills, S.H.-S.       20  "  3      "
+Pole vault              B. Johnson, W.A.           10  "  7      "
+Throwing 12-lb. ham'r   M. Sargent, Hopkinson     119  "  4      "
+Putting 16-lb. shot     E. Holt, P.A.              36  " 11-1/2  "
+
+
+Points made by Schools.
+
+Worcester H.-S.        33
+Andover                25
+English H.-S.          12-1/2
+Worcester Academy       9-2/5
+Hopkinson               6
+Newton H.-S.            5-1/5
+Somerville H.-S.        5
+Noble's                 4-1/5
+Roxbury Latin           3-1/2
+Cambridge H. and L.     3
+Lynn H.-S.              2-1/5
+Chelsea H.-S.           2
+Chauncey Hall           1
+                      ---
+Total                 112
+
+     Firsts count 5. Seconds 2. Thirds 1.
+
+The championship pennant of the New England I.S.A.A. remains at
+Worcester. It was carried down there by the High-School athletes last
+March, and they made their title to it secure on Holmes Field a week ago
+Saturday by rolling up a score twenty points greater than any Boston
+school--greater, in fact, than the scores of all the Boston schools put
+together. Andover had the satisfaction of finishing second, with her old
+rival, the Worcester Academy, who defeated her the week before, in
+fourth place. The games were well managed, and, considering the fact
+that there were 335 entries, the events were run off with commendable
+promptness. Four records were broken, and a good many others that are up
+pretty high already were closely approached, as the accompanying table
+will show. The marks that went were the half-mile, the walk, the
+bicycle, and the pole vault. Albertson, W.H.-S., has held the record for
+the 1000-yard run for two years, and his practice at that distance has
+made him a capable runner for the half. He kept well back in the bunch
+when the race started, and waited until the very last corner was behind
+him before he attempted to pull away from his companions. Then he
+spurted, and passed the three men ahead of him, winning easily a full
+second under record time.
+
+The biggest alteration of figures, however, was made after Moore of
+Newton H.-S. had won the mile walk. He was looked upon as a winner at
+the start, but no one anticipated such an excellent performance as 7
+min. 18-3/5 sec. He is as graceful in his work as any man can be in this
+acrobatic event, and will surely be heard from in years to come if the
+walk is not abolished from the amateur and collegiate programmes. The
+probabilities are, however, that in a very few years the walk, like the
+tug-of-war, will be a back number; but Moore is a good athlete, and he
+will surely be able to be just as prominent in some other branch of
+sport. The spectators were almost as deeply interested in Rudischhauser
+and Williams's contest for last place, as they were in Moore's struggle
+for first.
+
+A pleasing feature of the bicycle races was the absence of accidents.
+There was not a single spill, and every man rode for all he was worth.
+New men took the points; and that is a good thing. Both Freyberg and
+Druett broke the tape ahead of record time in the second heat, but in
+the finals they ran four seconds behind. The final heat, although not
+the fastest, was the most interesting. Six men started, and for the
+first quarter Freyberg held the lead. Then he was passed by Boardman and
+Cunningham, who set the pace for a lap, after which the W.H.-S. rider
+pushed ahead, and left every one behind. The finish spurt was good, but
+it was evident that every rider was tired from the effects of the trial
+heats. It would be well next year to follow the plan adopted by the
+Inter-collegiate Association of having the preliminary heats on the
+previous day.
+
+[Illustration: A. H. HINE.]
+
+[Illustration: E. G. HOLT.]
+
+None of the field events were particularly interesting, except the pole
+vault, in which Johnson of Worcester Academy broke Hoyt's record by a
+quarter of an inch. The high jumpers only reached 5 ft. 7-1/2 in., where
+Holt, R.L.S., and Ferguson, E.H.-S., tied for first place. Mills of
+Somerville High came in as an unknown quantity, and took the broad jump
+with a leap of 20 ft. 3 in. Andover's strong men were Holt and Hine. At
+the dual games at Worcester, Holt did giant's work, but at the
+Interscholastics he only took one first, in the shot, defeating O'Brien,
+whom many had looked upon as a sure winner, and a place with the hammer.
+Hine's hurdling was most graceful, and both races were exciting. In the
+high finals the racers kept well abreast for thirty yards; then Hine
+forged slowly ahead, but was overtaken by Ferguson, whom he beat home by
+a few feet only. The low hurdles were even more thrilling. Fuller led at
+the start, but was caught by Hine at the fourth hurdle. Then it was jump
+and jump for twenty-five or thirty yards; but Hine had better form, and
+came in several feet ahead. The day was most satisfactory from the point
+of view of sport, and every performance of the New-Englanders made me
+wish they might meet the New York school athletes on an open track and a
+level field. What a contest that would be! No effort should be spared to
+bring it about, and the only way to do it is to form one large
+all-embracing Interscholastic Association.
+
+One correspondent urges Hartford as the most suitable place for the
+meeting. He believes it would be preferable to New Haven for many
+reasons, one of which is that the Yale field track is only a quarter of
+a mile around, whereas the track at the Charter Oak Park is a mile in
+circumference and sixty feet wide. It is a question whether, for the
+purposes of an Interscholastic meet of this kind, a mile track would be
+as good as a lesser one. The time made might be faster if the road-bed
+were in good condition, but the spectators would not enjoy the races so
+much as if the runners passed the grand stand a number of times; and the
+men themselves would find greater difficulty in gauging their speed,
+most of them being accustomed to four or five lap tracks. A better
+argument in favor of Hartford is that three railroads centre there.
+
+Of the school athletes who took part in the New York A.C. games at
+Travers Island, several secured places. Baltazzi won first in the high
+jump, clearing 5 ft. 10-1/4 in. Fisher went into the 100 and the 220,
+but was distanced, and Powell got a tumble in the bicycle race. Whether
+it was his own fault, I cannot say; but there are very few races he has
+ridden in this year where he has been able to keep in his saddle all the
+way around the course. He retained his seat in the Interscholastics and
+won. W. T. Laing came down from Andover, and entered the mile with
+Conneff and Orton. He had 40 yards handicap, and came in second, with
+Orton behind him. Orton, however, was pretty well fagged out from the
+effects of his half-mile race with Walsh. F. W. Phillips, of Bryant and
+Stratton's, had a handicap of 6 inches in the pole vault, and by making
+an actual leap of 10 ft. 3 in., secured first, over Baxter at scratch,
+who cleared 10 ft. 6 in.
+
+Some creditable performances were made at the field meeting of the
+Pittsburg Interscholastic A.A., which was held at the Pittsburg Athletic
+Club Park last week. Only four schools were represented, but the crowd
+was enthusiastic and the events well managed. Graff, of Shadyside
+Academy, did the best all-round work. He won the 100 in 10-2/5 sec., and
+the 220 in 24 sec., besides taking first in the hop, step, and jump
+(another of those acrobatic events which have been handed down from the
+Dark Ages), and third in the shot. If the Pittsburg H.-S. athletes had
+been better trained they would have made a more creditable showing, for
+there is good material there. As it was, they managed to score 21 points
+out of a possible 135. Shadyside Academy, the winner, got 51, and was
+followed by the Park Institute with 44. Allegheny, the tail-ender,
+scored 19 points.
+
+The championship of the Southern Connecticut Baseball League went to the
+Black Hall School again this year. The final game was played on June
+1st, against the Norwich Free Academy. The Black Hall team suffered only
+one defeat out of the six games of the series--a very creditable
+performance, considering the numerical size and athletic strength of the
+other schools in the League. Their success was due to the steady work of
+the battery, their strong batting, and careful base-running.
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+The map this week continues from the point, Tarrytown, reached on map
+published in No. 810 of the ROUND TABLE, to Poughkeepsie, a ride of over
+forty miles, which would be another and second stage on the route from
+New York to Albany. All routes of this nature must, of course, be
+divided by wheelmen reading this Department into sections of a length
+which is most suitable for their own special purposes. It is perfectly
+simple, for example, for a good rider to go from New York to
+Poughkeepsie in one day. On the other hand, for one who is unaccustomed
+to long distances the route shown on this map, from Tarrytown to
+Poughkeepsie, is a very good ride. When the series, therefore, covering
+a distance from New York to Albany is published, by putting the maps
+together each wheelman may choose how far he will go each day.
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+Running out of Tarrytown, the rider takes the Albany Post Road and
+passes the André Monument (1), which he should pause to examine. After
+leaving this monument he will come to St. Paul's Methodist Episcopal
+Church. Here he should turn to the left and go down a long hill, thence
+following the turnpike, which is unmistakable, until he reaches Sing
+Sing, a distance of seven miles. If the wheelman takes time for it, he
+may turn down to the river, about a mile before reaching Sing Sing, and
+stop a moment to take a look at the State-prison. From Sing Sing the
+road to Peekskill is direct; but it is a difficult twelve-mile ride,
+with hills all along the way, especially just before crossing to Croton
+Point, again on the Point, and then all the way up to Peekskill. The
+road itself is sandy, and occasionally covered with loam. The riding is
+not very good, and the wheelman is wise if he dismounts frequently.
+After leaving Croton, and when approaching Verplank Point, he can look
+across the river to Haverstraw, and see Treason Hill, where the meeting
+between Arnold and André took place, and the terms of the surrender of
+West Point were made. From Peekskill the rider runs out about half a
+mile to the north, then turns to the left and follows the telegraph
+poles to Garrison's. Immediately after crossing the bridges, on going
+out of Peekskill, he will notice on the left the State Camp (4). The
+road is sandy, and there are some bad hills over these eight miles.
+
+If the rider has time to stop for a look at historic places, he should
+turn to the left after leaving the Peekskill encampment-grounds and run
+down to Highland Station, from whence he can see across the river the
+site of old Forts Clinton and Montgomery (5 and 6). Keeping on this road
+and running up to Garrison's along the shore, he will pass Beverly
+House, Arnold's old headquarters (7). At Garrison's is the old Phillipse
+Manor, and directly across the river is the United States Military
+Academy of West Point. The best road from this point to Wappinger's
+Falls is to follow the black route on the map, keeping to the right
+beyond Garrison's, and running on through Fishkill to Wappinger's Falls,
+a distance of eighteen miles.
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+It is possible, however, to keep to the left just beyond Garrison's, and
+following the fair bicycle route, keep to the shore of the Hudson. The
+road, however, is much more hilly through these highlands. By taking
+this route the wheelman may cross the ferry at Fishkill village to
+Newburg, where he may see the Washington headquarters (10), and Knox's
+headquarters and winter camp (11) just outside Newburg. On the road from
+Fishkill-on-the-Hudson to Fishkill itself he will pass the State
+Hospital for the Insane (12). The road from Wappinger's Falls into
+Poughkeepsie, a distance of eight and a quarter miles, is moderately
+good. The roads are easy riding, and the grades are not bad. The rider
+should turn to the right on leaving Wappinger's Falls, cross Wappinger's
+Creek, and take South Avenue direct into Poughkeepsie. On the way he
+passes at the right of the Gallaudet Home for Deaf-Mutes (13), and if he
+cares to, after reaching Poughkeepsie, he may struggle up the
+Poughkeepsie Hills to take a look at Vassar College (14).
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+
+
+Living here is the oldest cavalry horse of the civil war. He belongs to
+Sergeant B. F. Crawford, Company C, Sixteenth Pennsylvania Cavalry, who
+captured him in Virginia just after his owner had been shot from his
+back. He was then eight years old. Now he is forty, as black as coal,
+save for some gray hairs in mane and tail, and still fond of martial
+music, especially on Decoration day, the local parade of which he always
+forms a part. Last year he went to the National Encampment of the Grand
+Army at Pittsburg, but he is too feeble to go to another. "Old Ned" is
+his name, and he is a universal favorite. His greatest war service was
+his three days at Gettysburg, where he was in at the beginning and
+finish, and didn't get a scratch.
+
+  HARRY MOORHEAD.
+  NORTH EAST, PA.
+
+
+
+
+Care and Food of Fresh-water Turtles.
+
+
+Several members ask about the care and food of turtles--really
+fresh-water tortoises. They should be kept in a tank or vessel, with
+some sort of an island upon which they may crawl when tired of swimming.
+The best food for them is fresh animal food--flies, worms, or very tiny
+live fish. If a live fly is put on the water so that it will kick, the
+tortoise will come up and get it, as he will not be so apt to do with a
+dead one. A worm may be dropped in for him once in a while; but as these
+are sometimes hard to find, he may be fed with bits of meat, raw or
+cooked. As a rule, tortoises will not eat vegetables or bread, though
+these will not hurt them. They can go for a long time without food, but
+it is better to feed them every day.
+
+
+
+
+A Jaunt Up Mount Macedon.
+
+
+One fine day in December a few girl friends and I thought of walking
+from Woodend to the top of Mount Macedon and back again. The first part
+of the road leading to the Mount was smooth, and the shade thrown by the
+eucalyptus-trees was very pleasant. As we got further on it became
+rather hot, and we were glad to rest and eat our luncheon in a cool spot
+about half-way up the Mount. Lilac Walk is a beautiful spot at the top
+of Mount Macedon, and is so called because wild lilac blooms there in
+profusion. The trees, which are tall, interlace and form arches, which
+almost shut out the sun.
+
+The Camel's Hump is the highest peak of Mount Macedon. It was a very
+steep climb, but we were rewarded for it. We could see around us miles
+and miles of beautiful country, with here and there a tiny house among
+the trees. On a fine day you can see Port Phillip Bay, which is over
+forty miles distant. On our way back we saw a beautiful place thickly
+covered with ferns, with a tiny stream running through it. We did not
+feel very tired when we got there, although we had walked fourteen
+miles. I intend forwarding you next time a brief description of the
+Hanging Rock near Woodend.
+
+  EVELINE WALLACE, R. T. L.
+  TASMA, MORELAND RD., W. COBURG.
+
+
+
+
+What Shall Our Badges Be?
+
+
+The Founders decided the Order is to have a new badge, to be made in two
+styles. One is to be of silver, or at least of some material that may be
+secured at a low price, say ten cents, and the other of gold, or gold
+and enamel, to cost as much as fifty cents, perhaps; certainly little if
+any more. A score or more Founders suggested that designs be submitted.
+Very good. Now where shall we get the designs? Do members wish to give
+us some? If so, send them in. Draw them in either India or wash, that we
+may reproduce them.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Here is the top of what is said to be the original King Arthur's Table.
+It is preserved in the cathedral at Winchester, England. The figure is
+that of Arthur, and the names are those of the original Knights. It was
+suggested that the badge be a reproduction of this, but if the entire
+table-top be employed designs will be so small they cannot be read.
+Besides, we Americans hardly want to wear badges bearing a figure of
+royalty, do we? Why not use the rose in the centre--the rose is
+historic--and vary the inscription around it?
+
+In making designs, be careful to consider the time and nation. One
+member sends us a design in which appears the fleur-de-lis, which is
+French, not English. The sword, ancient pattern, the red and white rose,
+the cross, other than the Latin--all these may be used. Of course we
+will keep the "K. L. O. R. T." If need be, the words could be spelled
+out: "Knights: Ladies: Order: Round: Table." Let us have your designs at
+once. Any who wish may submit them. The two or three best will be
+published, if made so we can reproduce them. Possibly an artist can
+select the best features of several and combine them. So send along your
+ideas.
+
+
+
+
+How to Plan a Gala Evening.
+
+
+For July or August there are few entertainments more novel and
+delightful than out-of-door ones. Why not have some in aid of the School
+Fund? Or they might be partly in aid of the Fund and partly for the
+benefit of a Chapter. The way to begin is to get together from six to a
+dozen friends, and then write to us for particulars.
+
+Here is briefly what we shall recommend, but be sure to write, because
+we can give you more explicit directions than we have space for here. We
+shall give you titles of some very funny farces and pantomimes, similar
+to those that college students give as burlesques, and which any company
+of persons of any age can learn and render with very little trouble and
+with certain success. We shall also tell you how to build a rustic stage
+out of doors, to arrange hemlocks or spruces for "scenery," etc. A good
+way is to charge a fee of twenty-five cents, and give, after the stage
+entertainment is over, a plate of ice-cream free. You will have plenty
+of fun--and help a good cause, and perhaps yourselves. Write us, sure.
+
+
+
+
+A Natural History Bit.
+
+
+There are a great many violets about here, and the ones we have the most
+of are the swamp violets and the little ones that grow in the fields.
+The swamp violets are a very light purple with darker lines on the lower
+petal. There are from two to twenty violets on one plant. They grow in
+the woods and in wet places. The white violets also grow in the woods.
+They are very much smaller, and are entirely white except the lower
+petal, which has purple lines. They are very sweet. I have never seen
+more than seven or eight violets on one plant.
+
+There are three other kinds that I know of that grow in the woods. One
+is the yellow violet. It grows in dry places, and there is usually more
+than one violet on a stem. The leaves also grow on the stem, instead of
+starting from the roots, as most others do. The flower is a bright
+yellow, with purple lines on the lower petal. There is the crow's-foot
+violet, which grows in dry places and is a deep purple; also a little
+purple violet whose name I do not know. It grows much like the yellow
+violet, only it is much smaller, and often grows on rocks where there is
+very little earth.
+
+The violet that grows in the fields is very small, and is oftenest a
+deep purple, but sometimes the petals are purple and white mottled
+together.
+
+  H. W. S.
+  CONNECTICUT.
+
+
+
+
+A Bit of An Old Fort.
+
+
+Not very far from Bluffton near Beaufort is situated the island called
+Paris Island. A friend of my father's owns a part of this, and he says
+that on it are the remains of old Fort Charles, built by the Huguenots
+in 1562. Will some one please write to me? I am fourteen. Bluffton is in
+the very southwestern part of Beaufort County, S. C. The steamer _Alpha_
+plies between Bluffton, Beaufort, and Savannah, but she is the slowest
+steamer in existence.
+
+  AUGUST MITTELL.
+  BLUFFTON.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: STAMPS]
+
+     This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin
+     collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question
+     on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should
+     address Editor Stamp Department.
+
+
+The stamp editor wants to make this column as interesting and as useful
+as possible to all the boys and girls who collect stamps. Is there any
+subject on which you would like to have information? Shall we talk about
+the United States stamps? Or about the great rarities which are so
+eagerly sought by the advanced collectors that they are willing to pay
+from $100 to $2500 each for these interesting little bits of paper? Or
+about the different stamps issued in the Confederate States during the
+great civil war? Or about the different water-marks, perforations,
+papers, etc., which will make two stamps which "look just alike" worth
+in the one case two cents and in the other $50? Or about auctions of
+rare stamps? Or any other subject? Let us hear from you, boys and girls.
+This is your column, and it shall be made as interesting as possible. Do
+you keep the back numbers, so that you can refer to them? If you do, it
+will be possible to answer fully some questions which are asked
+frequently by simply referring to some other number in the current
+volume.
+
+Several collectors ask how to distinguish the provisional stamps used in
+Peru during the war in 1881-83 between Chili and Peru. Counting all the
+different types of each stamp, there are over one hundred in all, and
+their enumeration in the standard stamp catalogues covers three or four
+pages. Collectors who make a specialty of Peruvian stamps make the
+number much larger. In general, these stamps are simply the regular
+Peruvian issue of 1874-79 with different surcharges. The victorious
+Chilians printed their coat of arms on these stamps--sometimes alone,
+and at other times the arms and a band in a horseshoe frame, with the
+words "Union Postal Universal--Peru." The Peruvians used the same
+horseshoe band as a surcharge, but without the Chilian arms. Another
+Peruvian surcharge is the triangle with the word "Peru," and above it a
+character intended to represent the sun. As almost all these surcharges
+were printed by a hand-stamp, they are easily counterfeited, and
+collectors should be careful to buy these stamps from responsible
+dealers only.
+
+     GILBERT JACKSON.--There are five varieties of the $5 United States
+     Internal Revenue stamps first issue. The perforated ones are worth
+     from two cents to thirty-five cents each. There are eleven $1
+     stamps of the same issue, worth from one cent to $2.50 each.
+     Twelve varieties of the fifty-cent stamp, worth from one cent to
+     $1 each.
+
+     J. R. P.--The 1875 reprints of 1869 are on very white paper. The
+     2c. of this issue is worth $3. Many of the 1869 issue show little
+     or nothing of the grille. The Cape of Good Hope are quoted in the
+     catalogue mentioned by you. The drawing enclosed by you is of a
+     German local which has no value. The other stamps are probably
+     revenues, but your description is imperfect.
+
+     FRITZ BRANDT.--The United States envelope which you describe is
+     the official service envelope of the Post-office Department. It is
+     a franked, not a stamped, envelope. It is not generally collected.
+
+  PHILATUS.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Ivory Soap]
+
+To retain the brilliancy of Ginghams, wash them only in luke warm water,
+in which a tablespoonful of salt and an equal quantity of Ivory Soap to
+each gallon of water, have been dissolved. Dry in the shade.
+
+THE PROCTER & GAMBLE CO., CIN'TI.
+
+
+
+
+You Can't take too much of
+
+[Illustration: HIRES' Rootbeer]
+
+  It quenches your thirst
+          That's the best of it.
+  Improves your health
+          That's the rest of it.
+
+A 25 cent package makes 5 gallons. Sold everywhere. Made only by The
+Chas. E. Hires Co., Phila.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+BASE BALL, HOW TO PLAY IT.
+
+A Great Book, contains =all= the rules; also the _secret_ or pitching
+curved balls, and to bat successfully. Rules for Football and Tennis.
+Every player should have it. Entirely new and handsomely illustrated.
+This =Great Book Free= to any one sending us 10 cents to pay postage.
+=Also= Catalogue Guns, Revolvers, Musical Instruments, Magic Tricks.
+=All for 10c. Order quick.= For =$1.25= we will send =Our Base Ball
+Outfit=, consisting of 9 Caps, 9 Belts, 1 Ball, 1 Bat. =BATES SPORTING
+CO., 100 High St., Boston, Mass.=
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: If afflicted with SORE EYES USE Dr. ISAAC THOMPSON'S EYE
+WATER]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: The Kombi Camera]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Carry in pocket. Takes 25 perfect pictures in one loading--reloading
+costs 20c. Ask your dealer for it, or send for free booklet "All About
+the Kombi."
+
+ALFRED C. KEMPER,
+
+Branches: London, Berlin. 132-134 Lake Street, Chicago
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CARD PRINTER =FREE=
+
+Sets any name in one minute; prints 500 cards an hour. YOU can make
+money with it. A font of pretty type, also Indelible Ink, Type Holder,
+Pads and Tweezers. Best Linen Marker; worth $1.00. Sample mailed FREE
+for 10c. stamps for postage on outfit and large catalogue of 1000
+Bargains.
+
+R. H. Ingersoll & Bro. 65 Cortlandt St. N.Y. City
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+WONDER CABINET =FREE=. Missing Link Puzzle, Devil's Bottle, Pocket
+Camera, Latest Wire Puzzle, Spook Photos, Book of Sleight of Hand, Total
+Value 60c. Sent free with immense catalogue of 1000 Bargains for 10c.
+for postage.
+
+INGERSOLL & BRO., 65 Cortlandt Street N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+=DEAFNESS & HEAD NOISES CURED= by my =INVISIBLE= Tubular Cushions. Have
+helped more to good =HEAR=ing than all other devices combined. Whispers
+=HEAR=d. Help ears as glasses do eyes. =F. Hiscox=, 853 B'dway, N.Y.
+Book of proofs =FREE=
+
+
+
+
+=Horned Toad=, alive, $1.00; horse-hair lariat, Indian make, $3.00; five
+Indian pottery vessels, $2.00; Navajoe Indian blankets, $3.00: volcanic
+glass chips, 15c., all prepaid.
+
+C. W. RIGGS, WALLACE, N. M.
+
+
+
+
+NEW BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+By MRS. SANGSTER.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+     =Little Knights and Ladies.= Verses for Young People. By MARGARET
+     E. SANGSTER, Author of "On the Road Home," etc. Illustrated. 16mo,
+     Cloth, Ornamental, Uncut Edges and Gilt Top, $1.25.
+
+Healthful, natural, and just the simple narrative poems and kindly
+temperate effusions most pleasing to children.--_Philadelphia Press._
+
+The real poetry of child-life.--_Boston Advertiser._
+
+Characterized by womanly feeling--by observation of and sympathy with
+the child side of domestic life.--_N. Y. Mail and Express._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+By W. J. HENDERSON.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+     =Afloat with the Flag.= By W. J. HENDERSON, Author of "Sea Yarns
+     for Boys," etc. Illustrated. Post 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $1.25.
+
+A good healthy story, attractively written, full of stirring incident
+and adventure.--_N. Y. Times._
+
+W. J. Henderson sustains the reputation which he has achieved for
+meritorious work by his latest juvenile book.... This volume of
+adventure, battle, heroic endeavor, and thrilling struggle on sea and
+land is a most captivating story told in the luminous and trenchant
+style which characterizes this author's work.--_Philadelphia Press._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_For sale by all booksellers, or will be mailed by the publishers,
+postage prepaid, on receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "NOW I KNOW PUSSY ATE UP MY GOLDFISH, FOR YOU CAN SEE THE
+BONES STICKING OUT OF HER CHEEKS."]
+
+
+
+
+A QUESTION OF PEDIGREE.
+
+
+  "Now who is that?" asked a dignified hen;
+    "That chicken in white and gray?
+  She's very well dressed, but from whence did she come?
+    And her family, who are _they_?"
+
+  "She never can move in our set, my dear,"
+    Said the old hen's friend to her, later;
+  "I've just found out--you'll be shocked to hear--
+    _She was hatched in an incubator!_"
+
+
+
+
+Patrick, in answer to an advertisement for a coachman, applied for the
+position. He was one of three applicants, and patiently waited until his
+turn arrived to offer his services. The gentleman who wanted the
+coachman loved a joke, and when the first applicant had answered a few
+of his questions, he finally asked him,
+
+"How near to the edge of a precipice would you undertake to drive my
+carriage?"
+
+"Your Honor, I'd come within a foot of it."
+
+The same question was put to the second applicant, who replied,
+
+"I'll drive within three inches of it all the way, and never slip a
+wheel."
+
+Patrick was then asked what he would do. "Faith, your Honor, I'd kape as
+far away from the idge as possible." Patrick was engaged.
+
+
+
+
+Every boy and girl has doubtless heard of the great composer Handel.
+Here is a little story told of him and of Dr. Maurice Green, a musician
+whose compositions were never remarkably fine. It seems he had sent a
+solo anthem to Handel for his opinion, and Handel invited him to take
+breakfast, and he would say what he thought of it. After coffee, Green's
+patience became exhausted, and he said, "Well, sir, what did you think
+of it?"
+
+"Oh, your anthem! Ah, I did t'ink dat it wanted air."
+
+"Air!" cried Green.
+
+"Yes, air; and so I did hang it out of de vindow," replied Handel.
+
+
+
+
+"James," asked the school-teacher, "what do you do with your odd moments
+after school?"
+
+"I waits until they adds up into an hour, and then I goes fishin'."
+
+
+
+
+FREDDY (_five years old_). "Boys, keep away from me."
+
+CHORUS. "Why, what's the matter?"
+
+FREDDY. "The teacher said I was sharp to-day, and you might get cut."
+
+
+
+
+MOTHER. "Frank, what is baby crying about?"
+
+FRANK. "I guess because I took his cake and showed him how to eat it."
+
+
+
+
+There is a story going the rounds of the British press about two very
+distinguished archæologists--Sir William Wilde and Dr. Donovan. It seems
+that these two gentlemen made an excursion to the Isles of Arran, where
+interesting remains of archæological nature have been found.
+
+They came across a little rough stone building, and both entered into a
+fierce argument as to the exact century of its erection. Finally each
+claimed a date, one giving it the sixth century, and the other a later
+one.
+
+A native who had listened with gaping mouth and ears to the lengthy and
+learned terms used by the disputants, broke into the conversation with
+the remark, "Faix, you're both wrong as far as that little buildin' is
+consarned; it was built just two years ago by Tim Doolan for his
+jackass."
+
+
+
+
+THE HIGHWAYMAN AND THE TRAVELLER.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  A highwayman grim--here's a picture of him--
+    A traveller once did waylay,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  But his pistols were rusted; he fired: they busted.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  And the traveller went on his way.
+
+
+
+
+
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