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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/44650-0.txt b/44650-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..02e69b4 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2334 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44650 *** + +[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. II.--NO. 62. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, January 4, 1881. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: FISHING THROUGH THE ICE.--DRAWN BY W. R. YEAGER, FROM A +SKETCH BY F. H. TAYLOR.] + +MR. CHALKER'S RUSE. + +BY FRANK H. TAYLOR. + + +Every country boy in New England knows that the village school-house is +generally located upon the top of the bleakest hill in the neighborhood, +and is the sport of every eddying gust of wind that drives down from the +great pine wilderness of Maine, heaping the great drifts across the road +and about the door for the children to break through, and then shake +themselves free of the clinging snow like so many young Newfoundlands. + +And where, by any chance, was there ever a school-house containing a +stove that didn't roast the scholars seated near it, and leave the +others to freeze? + +All wide-awake boys who know the pleasures of skating will agree with me +that however cold and stormy it is upon the hill-tops, the mill-pond +(and what does a village amount to without a mill-pond, indeed?) is +always down in the coziest nook between the hills, where the winds can't +come with more force than is needed to blow the falling flakes across +its smooth surface, piling them in great heaps among the bordering +willows, and leaving the ice in tempting order for "shinny." + +In fact, upon this the coldest morning of the winter, the school-house +on the hill-top is not to be mentioned or thought of in comparison with +mill-ponds for comfort or attractiveness, and it is hardly surprising +that Mr. Chalker, the school-master, walked to and fro in solitary +state, surveying with vexed air an array of vacant desks. + +He was not altogether alone, however, for three boys had fought bravely +through the drifts, and now sat huddled by the red-hot stove, trying +hard to look as though they, at least, didn't think the weather a good +excuse for staying at home to hunt hens' nests in the depths of the +haymow. + +Now School-master Chalker was a shrewd observer, and loved a good joke +as well as any one. He had adopted many original plans of instruction. +He could see one end of the mill-pond, half a mile away from his window, +and as he gazed out upon the bleak waste of snow-clad fields he saw a +couple of small black figures gliding over its surface, and a trace of a +smile shone among his wrinkles as an idea seemed to strike him. + +Perhaps he had recalled the time, ever so many years ago, when he too +was a lad and the "wildest cub in the town," as his father often +declared. Turning to one of the boys, he said, "Ben, it seems to me that +the pond's a much nicer place for us than the school-house to-day. Let's +go fishing. I can't skate, but perhaps I can show you how we used to +catch pickerel down there fifty years ago." + +Ben and his two companions looked at Mr. Chalker with eyes widely +opened, but they soon found that he was in earnest, and they agreed to +the proposition joyfully. + +"Now," said Mr. Chalker, "two of you get out the bob-sled, and heap on +plenty of sticks from the wood-pile. Be sure and get some big ones; and +you, Berton, go down to Mr. Sampson, the miller, with this note. He will +let you have some lines, and a few minnows for bait." + +When the school-house had been properly locked up, and they had started, +dragging the sled after them, it occurred to Ben to suggest a slide. So +all three got upon the wood, and slid away merrily toward the pond. The +road was steep but straight, though near the bottom there was a sharp +curve, where the wind had blown away the snow, leaving a crust of smooth +ice. Over this they sped at a lively pace, Ben steering. Poor Ben +couldn't turn the corner, and in another second the sled, school-master, +and all plunged into the depths of a big drift. Nothing was to be seen +of Mr. Chalker for a moment but his heels; but he shortly emerged, +puffing and laughing heartily, much to the boys' relief, who had begun +to think the fun was all over. But Mr. Chalker shook himself, and +declared he enjoyed it, and was ready to try it over; in fact, he didn't +act a bit like a school-master, but just like a boy let loose--a very +old boy, to be sure, but a very hearty one, for all that. + +It only required a few minutes to cut a couple of round holes in the +ice, and to build a roaring fire upon a platform of heavy sticks and +flat stones--a fire that flung its forked tongues into the keen air in +merry defiance of the Frost King and all his servants. + +The half-dozen boys already on the pond viewed these preparations with +considerable wonder; but gathering courage, finally skated up and warmed +their fingers at the fire. + +Then somewhat more than a dozen other boys looked out from the windows +of the houses scattered along the hill-side, and said something like +this: "Mother, I guess there ain't any school to-day; I don't see any +smoke comin' out of the chimney. Can't I go down to the pond?" + +And an equal number of mothers replied: "Why, of course not. It's much +too cold for you to go out. You said so yourself, and, besides, you +don't feel very well." + +"There's lots of the boys on the pond, mother, an' the skating's +splendid. I don't feel so badly now. Can't I go? I won't stay long. I +think you might let--" + +Upon which all the mothers said, in effect, "Well, do go along; but mind +you don't get into any air-holes." + +Thus, before an hour had passed, nearly all of the boys in the school +were gliding over the pond, or gathered in the group watching Mr. +Chalker and his fishing party. + +Meanwhile the school-master and Ben had enjoyed remarkable luck. Four +fine pickerel lay on the ice, and a fifth (much the biggest ever seen in +the pond, of course) had been lost by Ben in pulling him up. + +Now it occurred to Mr. Chalker that it would be much nicer if everybody +had seats, so he suggested to the boys that they should bring some fence +rails, and sit down in a circle about the fire; all of which was done +with a merry good-will, and Mr. Chalker surveyed them with infinite +satisfaction through his glasses as he hauled in another struggling +victim of his hook. + +"Now," said he, "I see plainly that it is all a mistake to hold school +up there in that uncomfortable building on the hill in such weather as +this, and so I'm going to propose that on all cold days this winter we +shall meet here on the pond and hold our classes; in fact, I think we +may as well begin now." Without further ado the teacher pulled a supply +of spellers from his several capacious pockets, and said, "The first +class in spelling will take seats on this side." + +Then it dawned upon the minds of the boys that they had been fairly +trapped, and they nearly choked with inward laughter as they went +through with spelling, arithmetic, and reading, taking turns at keeping +their toes warm by the fire; and though a big pickerel was doing his +best to carry off one of the lines, none of them dared to pull him up, +for Mr. Chalker looked like a very severe and dignified pedagogue +indeed, and Ben could scarcely realize that he had seen him tumbled head +over heels into a snow-drift but a couple of hours before. + +When he thought that the real lesson of the day had been well impressed +upon the scholars, Mr. Chalker dismissed his school, and as he landed +the last fish, and strung him through the gills with the others upon a +willow twig, he chuckled to himself, "I don't know who's had the most +fun to-day, the boys or the master, but I'll venture to say they'll be +on hand, cold or no cold, after this." + + + + +JOHN'S "CAMEL-BIRD." + +BY LOUISE STOCKTON. + + +"Now," said John, "if you are really good, I'll give you something you +like." + +The ostrich looked at John out of his small bright eyes, and he gave his +dingy-looking plumes a little shake, but he did not stir from the spot +where he was standing; so John took out of his pocket a handful of +nails, and gave one to the ostrich, who immediately swallowed it, and +then bobbed his head down for another, and got it. + +"But you must not be in such a hurry," said John; "it is not good for +your health to eat so fast." + +But really, if any creature can eat nails and screws and bits of glass, +as John's ostrich could, it makes little difference whether it eats fast +or slow. These things, however, never made the ostrich sick. He ate them +just as the canary-bird eats gravel, and they agreed with him. + +After John had finished feeding his ostrich he turned and went into the +house, and the ostrich, knowing he was to get nothing more, put up his +funny little wings, and off he went on his long legs like the wind. No +one tried to stop him, although two or three men stood by, for in the +first place, no one could do it, and in the second, Perry--that was his +name--used to go off this way every day. + +Of course John did not live in this country, but in the southern part of +Africa, where his father was an English officer. Perry was a tame +ostrich, and had been given to John when the boy was quite a little +fellow, and many a good time they had had together. Sometimes they would +go out walking; but Perry was not fond of this, because John went so +slowly, even when he ran. The best arrangement was for John to ride. +Perry would stand perfectly still, and Captain Richards would put John +on his back. John would catch tight hold of Perry's neck, and away they +would go. Go! Why, a race-horse was slow to him. His legs just twinkled +as he ran, and you could no more have seen them than you can count the +spokes in a carriage wheel when it is rapidly turning. Perry was strong +enough to carry Captain Richards, but the Captain could not bear his +speed as John did, for it almost took his breath away; and once, he +said, he began to be afraid he would die before Perry stopped. But John +did not mind it. He liked it, and when he came to England on a visit, +and rode his cousin's pony, he thought it was like going to a funeral. + +When Perry was standing still he was not very handsome. He was dull in +color, and his splendid feathers often looked dingy and ragged. His head +was small, but his legs were so long that when John was seven years old +he did not come to the top of them. When he ran, however, Perry looked +splendid. He held his head firmly, he opened his queer little wings, his +fine plume-like tail was erect, and every feather seemed to make him +swifter and lighter, and he would go round and round like a gust of +wind, and then, swooping closer, would fly back to John for a bit of +iron, or perhaps a handful of grass. + +Captain Richards told John why the ostrich was called the "camel-bird." +The Arabs have a story that a King once said to the ostrich, "Fly," and +it answered, "I can not, for I am a camel." So then he said, "Carry," +and it replied, "I can not, for I am a bird." So, while it has the +endurance of a camel and the swiftness of a bird, it will neither bear a +burden nor fly through the air; and so, as John said, is neither, and +yet both. + +But one thing he could do. He could see very far. Some of the natives +said he could see six miles, but John did not believe that. He thought +no creature could see from his father's house to General Howard's, and +that was only five miles away. + +The one person who did not like Perry was Mrs. Richards. She used to be +afraid to see John mounted on him, and, as she said, if Perry chose to +run off into the wilds with John, who could stop him? + +"But he won't," said her husband. "A tame ostrich is sure to come home +to be fed." + +"Well, he may throw the child off," she would reply. + +"That depends on John himself, and I don't believe he will let go." + +"Very well," she would say, "I am glad you are so content; but if you +had the feelings of a mother you wouldn't be." + +To this Captain Richards could make no reply. He had the feelings of a +father; but then he was a soldier, and was used to taking risks. + +And once Perry, roaming around, looked in a window, and on a table close +by lay Mrs. Richards's coral breast-pin. It was pretty, and it looked +good; so in went Perry's head, and in a flash the pin was down his +throat. + +Then, also, he would eat the little chickens. No one cared how many rats +and grasshoppers he ate, but it was very provoking to have a pretty +little brood of chickens gobbled up by this long-legged camel-bird. Even +John did not like this, and he was glad when his father had a slatted +coop made for the hens and their little ones. For a time all went well, +but suddenly the chicks began to disappear, and then Mrs. Richards set a +man to watch. + +After a while up walked Perry, and stood watching the chickens. +Presently a little one came near the slats. Quick as a flash in went +Perry's head, and _that_ little chicken was gone. + +But they spoiled Perry's fun very quickly, for the men went to work at +once and fixed the coops so Perry could not reach one of the chickens. + +Every year Perry used to lose some of his feathers, and after Mrs. +Richards had saved quite a number of them she sent them to her sister in +London, and told her what to do with the money for which they were to be +sold. + +John knew nothing of it, and you may know he was surprised when one hot +Christmas-day he received a box of books and a fine microscope from +London. He showed them to Perry, but as the ostrich did not seem to care +for them, John gave him all the nails and clamps from the box, and these +Perry really did enjoy. + + + + +THE LOST STANDARD. + +BY LILLIE E. BARR. + + + On the glorious field of Austerlitz + Napoleon stood when the day was o'er; + "Legions of France!" he cried, "pass by, + Bearing your eagles, stained with gore, + And torn with shot; but show to France + _That none are lost_. Advance! advance!" + + Then with a shout the legions rose-- + Napoleon watched them marching by; + Each flung its banner to the breeze, + And proudly sought their Emperor's eye. + Above the surging thousands toss'd + The precious eagles--not one lost. + + _Not one?_ Without its fife and drum + A silent legion sadly tread; + The weary men were dull and dumb-- + There was no flag above their head: + The eagle that Napoleon gave + Floated no longer o'er the brave. + + Then, white with anger, "Halt!" he cried, + And sternly called the legion's name. + "Your eagle, men!--the flag I gave? + Why die you not for very shame? + Life hath been bought at shameful cost, + If honor and your flag are lost." + + With martial tread two veterans step + From out the sad and silent band: + "Sire, we have fought where'er you led, + In Italy, or Egypt's land. + Amid the thickest of the fray, + Our eagle touched the earth to-day. + + "And we, unable to retake, + Pressed where the Russian foe came on-- + Behold, our Emperor! for thy sake + _Two Russian standards_ we have won; + Yet if our honor thou still doubt, + Then let our lives the stain wipe out." + + The Emperor bared his head; then said, + With misty eyes and eager breath: + "Heroes! you've _won_ your eagle now-- + Won it from out the jaws of death. + Pass on! these flags shall bear your name + Among the standards kept by Fame." + + Beneath the Invalides' grand dome + These Russian standards still find room; + 'Mong royal flags of many lands + They droop above Napoleon's tomb. + Such praise and glory have the brave, + Who knew when honor's sign was lost, + At any price, at any cost, + Honor itself to save. + + + + +[Illustration] + +NOBLESSE OBLIGE. + +BY MRS. M. E. SANGSTER. + + + Brownie, old fellow, the grain in the manger + Is yours, and you've earned it. No wonder you stare, + Amazed and displeased, when a pert little ranger + Comes hopping in boldly your dinner to share. + + You beautiful creature! so rugged and steady, + So swift and sure-footed, so willing and wise; + Whoever may need you, so gentle and ready, + I know what you're thinking; it beams from your eyes. + + He ruffles his feathers, this petty intruder, + And arches his crest, and is gallant and gay. + No conduct could possibly seem to you ruder + Than his, as he leisurely stands in your way. + + But you? Why, you'd scorn to be put in a passion; + The cause is too slight. You will patiently wait + Till the satisfied rooster, in vain rooster fashion, + Flies off, without thanks, to some meek little mate. + + The thorough-bred follows the law of his being, + 'Tis only with equals he cares to contend; + He bears with annoyance quite patiently, seeing + That sooner or later annoyance must end. + + + + +BITS OF ADVICE. + +BY AUNT MARJORIE PRECEPT. + +SPENDING MONEY. + + +"I wish I had some to spend!" exclaims Florence, as she reads this +title; "but as I have none, I may as well skip this column of YOUNG +PEOPLE." + +Please read it, Florence. To know how to use money, how to save it, and +how to spend it are very important parts of education. Every penny is an +opportunity, and pennies make dollars. There are very few young ladies +and gentlemen who do not spend a generous sum in the course of the year, +and so often it goes for trifles of no real value that when the year is +over they have nothing to show for it. Take the small sum of ten cents. +It may be expended in chocolate cream drops, and eaten up in a few +minutes. It may be spent in buying a dainty little easel for your +mother's photograph, or a pretty illuminated card, or a gay fan, which, +hung on the wall, will make a vivid bit of color, quite brightening the +room. Down the street there is a crippled boy, who watches you with a +sad, wistful face as you go bounding past his window on your way to +school. Poor Jimmy! the hours move very slowly indeed to him. He is fond +of reading, but he has read all the books he possesses till he knows +them almost by heart. For ten cents you can buy a beautiful story, or a +charming illustrated paper, which will give Jimmy two or three days of +delight. The money which we deny ourselves, that we may bestow some +pleasure on others, always is the best investment, for it returns us the +most true happiness. + +Perhaps you can persuade your parents to give you a small amount weekly +or monthly for your particular expenses. Julia and Arthur, a brother and +sister of my acquaintance, have such a sum, and they are careful to keep +an exact account of all that they buy and all that they give away. Their +pens and pencils, luxuries of every sort, and car fare, as well as their +charity fund, come from this allowance, and they are learning the right +use of money as they never could in any other way. A boy who has a +scroll-saw may earn a little income for himself, if he is industrious, +in his play-time. So may one who has a printing-press. A girl who has +learned to embroider nicely, or to paint cups and saucers, can often +have her own money; and let me tell you, money that is earned by one's +own diligence is much more enjoyed than any other. + +A few years ago little Ailee, a friend of mine, was moulding in clay and +drawing with crayons just for her childish amusement. Last year, though +not eighteen, she was able to buy her entire wardrobe from the proceeds +of her pencil. _Economy_ is a noble word. It does not mean stinginess, +but rather good management of whatever one has, and care in the use of +one's means. + + + + +[Illustration: BRINGING WOOD FOR GRANDPA'S FIRE.] + + + + +[Illustration: OLD BEN COMES TO THE RESCUE.] + +[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.] + +TOBY TYLER; + +OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS. + +BY JAMES OTIS. + +CHAPTER IV. + +THE FIRST DAY WITH THE CIRCUS. + + +When Toby awakened and looked around he could hardly realize where he +was, or how he came there. As far ahead and behind on the road as he +could see, the carts were drawn up on one side; men were hurrying to and +fro, orders were being shouted, and everything showed that the entrance +to the town was about to be made. Directly opposite the wagon on which +he had been sleeping were the four elephants and two camels, and close +behind, contentedly munching their breakfasts, were a number of tiny +ponies. Troops of horses were being groomed and attended to; the road +was littered with saddles, flags, and general decorations, until it +seemed to Toby that there must have been a smash-up, and he now beheld +ruins rather than systematic disorder. + +How different everything looked now, compared to the time when the +cavalcade marched into Guilford, dazzling every one with the gorgeous +display! Then the horses pranced gayly under their gaudy decorations, +the wagons were bright with glass, gilt, and flags, the lumbering +elephants and awkward camels were covered with fancifully embroidered +velvets, and even the drivers of the wagons were resplendent in their +uniforms of scarlet and gold. Now, in the gray light of the early +morning, everything was changed. The horses were tired, muddy, and had +on only dirty harness; the gilded chariots were covered with +mud-bespattered canvas, which caused them to look like the most ordinary +of market wagons; the elephants and camels looked dingy, dirty, almost +repulsive, and the drivers were only a sleepy-looking set of men, who, +in their shirt sleeves, were getting ready for the change which would +dazzle the eyes of the inhabitants of the town. + +Toby descended from his lofty bed, rubbed his eyes to thoroughly awaken +himself, and under the guidance of Ben went to a little brook near by +and washed his face. He had been with the circus not quite ten hours, +but now he could not realize that it had ever seemed bright and +beautiful. He missed his comfortable bed, the quiet and cleanliness, and +the well-spread table; even though he had felt the lack of parents' +care, Uncle Daniel's home seemed the very abode of love and friendly +feeling compared to this condition, where no one appeared to care even +enough for him to scold at him. He was thoroughly homesick, and heartily +wished that he was back in the old town where every one had some slight +interest in him. + +While he was washing his face in the brook he saw some of the boys who +had come out from the town to catch the first glimpse of the circus, and +he saw at once that he was the object of their admiring gaze. He heard +one of the boys say, when they first discovered him, + +"There's one of them, an' he's only a little feller; so I'm going to +talk to him." + +The evident admiration which the boys had for Toby pleased him, and this +pleasure was the only drop of comfort he had had since he started. He +hoped they would come and talk with him, and, that they might have the +opportunity, he was purposely slow in making his toilet. + +The boys approached him shyly, as if they had their doubts whether he +was made of the same material as themselves, and when they got quite +near to him, and satisfied themselves that he was only washing his face +in much the same way that any well-regulated boy would do, the one who +had called attention to him said, half timidly, "Hello!" + +"Hello!" responded Toby, in a tone that was meant to invite confidence. + +"Do you belong to the circus?" + +"Yes," said Toby, a little doubtfully. + +Then the boys stared at him again as if he had been one of the +strange-looking animals, and the one who had been the spokesman drew a +long breath of envy as he said, longingly, "My! what a nice time you +must have!" + +Toby remembered that only yesterday he had thought that boys must have a +nice time with a circus, and he now felt what a mistake that thought +was; but he concluded that he would not undeceive his new acquaintance. + +"And do they give you frogs to eat, so's to make you limber?" + +This was the first time that Toby had thought of breakfast, and the very +mention of eating made him hungry. He was just at that moment so very +hungry that he did not think he was replying to the question when he +said, quickly, "Eat frogs! I could eat anything, if I only had the +chance." + +The boys took this as an answer to their question, and felt perfectly +convinced that the agility of circus riders and tumblers depended upon +the quantity of frogs eaten, and they looked upon Toby with no little +degree of awe. + +Toby might have undeceived them as to the kind of food he ate, but just +at that moment the harsh voice of Mr. Job Lord was heard calling him, +and he hurried away to commence his first day's work. + +Toby's employer was not the same pleasant, kindly-spoken man that he had +been during the time they were in Guilford, and before the boy was +absolutely under his control. He looked cross, he acted cross, and it +did not take the boy very long to find out that he was very cross. + +He scolded Toby roundly, and launched more oaths at his defenseless head +than Toby had ever heard in his life. He was angry that the boy had not +been on hand to help him, and also that he had been obliged to hunt for +him. + +Toby tried to explain that he had no idea of what he was expected to do, +and that he had been on the wagon to which he had been sent, only +leaving it to wash his face; but the angry man grew more furious. + +"Went to wash your face, did yer? Want to set yourself up for a dandy, I +suppose, and think that you must souse that speckled face of yours into +every brook you come to? I'll soon break you of that; and the sooner you +understand that I can't afford to have you wasting your time in washing, +the better it will be for you." + +Toby now grew angry, and not realizing how wholly he was in this man's +power, he retorted: "If you think I'm going round with a dirty face, +even if it is speckled, for a dollar a week, you're mistaken, that's +all. How many folks would eat your candy if they knew you handled it +over before you washed your hands?" + +"Oho! I've picked up a preacher, have I? Now I want you to understand, +my bantam, that I do all the preaching as well as the practicing myself, +and this is about as quick a way as I know of to make you understand +it." + +As the man spoke he grasped the boy by the coat collar with one hand, +and with the other he plied a thin rubber cane with no gentle force to +every portion of Toby's body that he could reach. + +Every blow caused the poor boy the most intense pain, but he determined +that his tormentor should not have the satisfaction of forcing an outcry +from him, and he closed his teeth so tightly that not a single sound +could escape from his mouth. + +This very silence enraged the man so much that he redoubled the force +and rapidity of his blows, and it is impossible to say what might have +been the consequences had not Ben come that way just then, and changed +the aspect of affairs. + +"Up to your old tricks of whipping the boys, are you, Job?" he said, as +he wrested the cane from the man's hand, and held him off at +arm's-length to prevent him from doing Toby any more mischief. + +Mr. Lord struggled to release himself, and insisted that since the boy +was in his employ, he should do with him just as he saw fit. + +"Now look here, Mr. Lord," said Ben, as gravely as if he was delivering +some profound piece of wisdom: "I've never interfered with you before; +but now I'm going to stop your games of thrashing your boy every morning +before breakfast. You just tell this youngster what you want him to do, +and if he don't do it, you can discharge him. If I hear of your flogging +him, I shall attend to your case at once. You hear me?" + +Ben shook the now terrified candy vender much as if he had been a child, +and then released him, saying to Toby as he did so, "Now, my boy, you +attend to your business as you ought to, and I'll settle his account if +he tries the flogging game again." + +"You see, I don't know what there is for me to do," sobbed Toby, for the +kindly interference of Ben had made him show more feeling than Mr. +Lord's blows had done. + +"Tell him what he must do," said Ben, sternly. + +"I want him to go to work and wash the tumblers, and fix up the things +in that green box, so we can commence to sell as soon as we get into +town," snarled Mr. Lord, as he motioned toward a large green chest that +had been taken out of one of the carts, and which Toby saw was filled +with dirty glasses, spoons, knives, and other utensils such as were +necessary to carry on the business. + +Toby got a pail of water from the brook, hunted around, and found towels +and soap, and devoted himself to his work with such industry that Mr. +Lord could not repress a grunt of satisfaction as he passed him, however +angry he felt because he could not administer the whipping which would +have smoothed his ruffled temper. + +By the time the procession was ready to start for the town, Toby had as +much of his work done as he could find that it was necessary to do, and +his master, in his surly way, half acknowledged that this last boy of +his was better than any he had had before. + +Although Toby had done his work so well, he was far from feeling happy; +he was both angry and sad as he thought of the cruel blows that had been +inflicted, and he had plenty of leisure to repent of the rash step he +had taken, although he could not see very clearly how he was to get away +from it. He thought that he could not go back to Guilford, for Uncle +Daniel would not allow him to come to his house again; and the hot +scalding tears ran down his cheeks as he realized that he was homeless +and friendless in this great big world. + +It was while he was in this frame of mind that the procession, all gaudy +with flags, streamers, and banners, entered the town. Under different +circumstances this would have been a most delightful day for him, for +the entrance of a circus into Guilford had always been a source of one +day's solid enjoyment; but now he was the most disconsolate and unhappy +boy in all that crowd. + +He did not ride throughout the entire route of the procession, for Mr. +Lord was anxious to begin business, and the moment the tenting ground +was reached, the wagon containing Mr. Lord's goods was driven into the +inclosure, and Toby's day's work began. + +He was obliged to bring water, to cut up the lemons, fetch and carry +fruit from the booth in the big tent to the booth on the outside, until +he was ready to drop with fatigue, and having had no time for breakfast, +was nearly famished. + +It was quite noon before he was permitted to go to the hotel for +something to eat, and then Ben's advice to be one of the first to get to +the tables was not needed. + +In the eating line that day he astonished the servants, the members of +the company, and even himself, and by the time he arose from the table, +with both pockets and his stomach full to bursting, the tables had been +set and cleared away twice while he was making one meal. + +"Well, I guess you didn't hurry yourself much," said Mr. Lord, when Toby +returned to the circus ground. + +"Oh yes, I did," was Toby's innocent reply. "I ate just as fast as I +could;" and a satisfied smile stole over the boy's face as he thought of +the amount of solid food he had consumed. + +The answer was not one which was calculated to make Mr. Lord feel any +more agreeably disposed toward his new clerk, and he showed his +ill-temper very plainly as he said, "It must take a good deal to satisfy +you." + +"I s'pose it does," calmly replied Toby. "Sam Merrill used to say that I +took after Aunt Olive and Uncle Dan'l: one ate a good while, an' the +other ate awful fast." + +Toby could not understand what it was that Mr. Lord said in reply, but +he could understand that his employer was angry at somebody or +something, and he tried unusually hard to please him. He talked to the +boys who had gathered around, to induce them to buy, washed the glasses +as fast as they were used, tried to keep off the flies, and in every way +he could think of endeavored to please his master. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +THE YOUNG ESQUIMAUX. + +BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. + + +"It's no use, Fred." + +"Why not, Rory? We could do it. I just know we could." + +"You and I wouldn't be enough. Besides, we haven't the things, and we +can't get 'em." + +"No white bears, do you mean?" + +"Yes, and no canoes, and spears, and bows and arrows. And look at the +way they're dressed. It's no use playing Esquimaux, and not have +anything to do it with." + +"Now," said Fred, with another long look at the picture in the book, +"you're going for too much. We can get all the boys." + +"Guess we can, now they daren't start another snow-ball match." + +"Think of all the snow, Rory. It's just thawed enough to pack. We can go +back of the orchard and make a snow house as big as that." + +Fred had spent his whole evening, the night before, over that book of +_Arctic_ Voyages, and he had brought it to bear on Rory the first thing +after breakfast. + +"I'll read it when we get home," said Rory; "but I'd better go around +after some boys now." + +"And I'll go and pick out a good place, and start the house." + +The snow was deep enough anywhere that winter, but it was not a very +cold day, and every drift and level was in prime condition for +snow-balling. The difficulty was that too much of that kind of fun had +been going on all the week, and so the grand "match" set for that +Saturday had been forbidden by the Academy Trustees. + +"They'd about half kill themselves if we'd let 'em," had been the solemn +comment of old Squire Garrison, and nobody dreamed of disputing his +decision, for he was President of the Board, and the wisest man in the +village. + +Rory was not gone long, and when he returned, and went through the yard +and garden into the orchard, half a dozen boys were following him. + +Fred had been at work. He had carried out the big wooden snow-shovel and +the grain-scoop shovel and the spade, but the first question Bob Sanders +asked was: + +"Boards? What are they for? You don't want any boards in a snow house." + +"And the Esquimaux don't have any," said Rory. + +Fred had put down four of them flat on the snow, and was now shovelling +a heap of snow upon them from the spot he had chosen for the house. + +"Boards?" he said. "Why, boys, that's our brick-yard." + +"Brick-yard? Snow bricks? What's the saw for? You can't cut snow with a +saw." + +"I'll show you. Just you fellows pile on snow, and bang it down hard +with a spade. We're going to do just what the Esquimaux do." + +"I've brought my own shovel," said Bill Evans, "and so has Barney +Herriman." + +"We want this foundation trodden hard and level first. It's pretty near +ready. Now I'll mark it out." + +There were other boys in that crowd who could beat Fred at some things, +even at base-ball and swimming, and he had not taken a single prize at +the end of the school term; but when it came to "making" anything, he +could step right ahead, and they all knew it. + +It was just as Barney Herriman said: "Come on, boys. Fred Park is boss +of this job." + +He was bossing it, as a matter of course, and it looked as if he knew +pretty well what he was about. + +He stuck a peg in the snow for a centre, and around that, with a string +five feet long and another peg, he marked a circle that was just ten +feet across. + +"Now, boys, there's eight of us, and we can build the biggest snow house +you ever saw. The snow packs splendidly. We'll make our bricks a foot +wide and a foot high and a foot and a half long." + +How they did pile the soft snow upon those boards, now they understood +what they were meant for! + +Bang! stamp! bang! down went the sticky heap, until Fred said he guessed +it would cut. + +"Keep on, boys; pile it up." + +They couldn't help stopping to watch him, though, while he cut out his +first bricks with that saw. It went through the snow so nice and easy, +and Bill Evans remarked, "Can't he handle a saw!" + +He worked away, till a dozen bricks were ready, and he made them a +little shorter on one side than on the other. + +"What's that for?" asked Bob Sanders. But then Bob never opened his +mouth without asking something; and all Fred told him was, + +"So they'll fit around in a circle. The short side goes in." + +"It's the way the Esquimaux do," said Rory. "He read all about it in a +book last night." + +"Go ahead, boys," said Fred. "It'll take just thirty of those bricks to +go around. It won't take so many after that." + +They pounded and shovelled, while he cut and set the bricks, and then he +went all around that circle with the back of the saw, shaving it off so +it sloped inward a little. + +"Won't it let 'em slip off?" asked Bob. + +"Guess not. Don't you see how that one sticks? It only leans in a +little. You'll see. Let's pitch in. The snow's grand." + +So it was--just as if it had been made for bricks; and before long +Barney Herriman found he could saw them out while Fred was putting them +on, so that the house went up faster. + +The round wall curved in and in, but each successive tier of snow bricks +held itself up, just as Fred had seen in the picture of the Esquimaux at +work. + +It was not long before he had to send Rory into the house for a chair to +stand on. + +"I've got to stay inside." + +"Well," said Bob Sanders, "don't you mean to have any door? How'll you +get out after your roof's on?" + +"Give me the saw, and I'll fix that while Rory's gone for the chair." + +It was easy enough to cut a hole two feet square down at the floor, and +Fred said, "We can make a long crawl-hole entry, such as the Esquimaux +use, when we've finished the house." + +"The roof's the toughest part of the job," said Bill Evans. + +He was mistaken in that, however, for the last rounds of bricks were +fitted in just as easily as any others, only Fred made them shorter and +shorter, till there was only a hole a foot square left at the middle of +the roof. + +"Going to plug that up, are you?" asked Bob. + +"Plug it up? Don't you suppose we want a chimney?" + +"Well, but what'll you do for windows?" + +"Tell you what, boys, if we had some slabs of ice that weren't too +thick, we just could have some windows." + +"Guess we can fix that," said Bill Evans. "Squire Garrison's men sawed a +couple of loads of ice out of the pond yesterday, and it didn't freeze +more'n an inch last night." + +He and Joe Herriman and Wash McGee set off almost on a run after some +of that ice, and they were back in less than twenty minutes with enough +of it to glaze one of the big windows at the Academy. + +Fred shouted when he saw it: "That beats the Esquimaux! Why, it's as +clear as glass. The light'll come right through." + +So it did, when the ice windows were finished, and you could see to read +inside the house, but you could not enjoy the scenery much through those +windows. + +"Won't need any blinds," said Barney Herriman, "to keep folks from +looking in." + +"Hullo! see what Rory's got." + +"Buffalo-skins!" + +"Two of 'em." + +"Boys, we must put in some furniture. Snow benches--" + +"And a snow stove." + +"No, I guess the Esquimaux get along without a stove. But then they have +piles and piles of bear-skins, and seal-skins, and reindeer-skins, and +all sorts, and they eat whale blubber to keep 'em warm." + +"Won't roast pork do just as well?" asked Bob Sanders. + +"Well, it might, if it's the fattest kind of pork." + +"'Cause that's what we're going to have for dinner at our house. I'll +eat enough to keep me warm, if I stay in there all the afternoon." + +"Come in, boys," said Fred. "And bring in the buffalo-skins. Let's try +it." + +They all crept in, one after the other, and sat down on the soft furs +like so many Turks. + +"They'll want these in the sleigh by-and-by," said Rory. + +"Isn't this jolly, though?" + +"It's warm enough without any kind of fire." + +"I don't want any blubber." + +"Nor any pork, either." + +"Tell you what, boys, if it freezes good and hard to-night, this +house'll be wonderfully strong. We'll make an entryway just such as I +saw in the picture, and we'll get some old carpet, and some stools--" + +"Hullo, boys! Fred! Rory! What have you done with my buffalo-robes?" + +It was the voice of Dr. Park himself, outside; and then they heard the +great, deep, gruff tones of Squire Garrison himself. + +"I declare, Doctor, they've done it! Bricks! All of a size." + +"Cost them a good deal of hard work, I should say." + +"Don't tell 'em, Doctor. Don't let 'em know it was work. They'd never +build another. Couldn't hire 'em to." + +Fred and Rory were crawling out with the buffalo-skins, and their father +said to them: + +"It won't do, boys; the Esquimaux never kill any buffaloes." + +"Bears, father--white bears--" + +"And seals, and whales, and walruses, and--" + +"Doctor," exclaimed Squire Garrison, "I'm for a look inside." + +The other boys had been keeping as still as so many mice, except that +they had very promptly kicked the buffalo-skins out from under them, and +half of them had their hands before their mouths now to keep from +laughing, as Squire Garrison knocked his tall hat off against the snow +bricks, and his big gray head came poking in. + +Chuckle, chuckle, from the boys, and the Squire looked up. + +"I declare, Doctor! Such a lot of young bears!" + +"Bears? Oh no, Squire, they're Esquimaux Indians. I heard them talking +it over this morning. Can you see inside?" + +"See? Why, I can stand up! It's capital. Windows, too. Is that glass?" + +"No, sir, it's ice." + +"Tell you what, boys, this is nice." + +"We're going to stick icicles all around, and make it real pretty, +by-and-by," said Fred. + +"Then you come over and get my big square barn lantern, and see how +that'll make it look after dark." + +The Squire was a good friend of boys and fun, after all, and both he and +the Doctor came out that evening to see the white walls of the Esquimaux +hut, and the liberal allowance of icicles the boys had stuck up, glitter +and shine and wink in the light of the great lantern. + + + + +[Illustration: THE NEW YEAR.] + + + + +CAPTAIN WEATHERBY'S FUR CAP. + +BY DAVID KER. + + +"If you're going out again to-night, my friend, I'd advise you to leave +this new fur cap of yours at home, and take your sea cap instead." + +So spoke a hospitable Russian merchant to his guest, Captain Cyrus +Weatherby, skipper and part owner of the good ship _Seabird_, of Boston. +The Captain had reached St. Petersburg late enough in the fall for it to +be already pretty cold at night, and his first exploit on landing was to +buy a magnificent fur cap, which, as he said, would "astonish his folks +at the Hub some" when he got back. + +"What should I leave it at home for?" asked the skipper. "I s'pose I +ain't going to be arrested as a Nihilist 'cause I've got a new cap on?" + +"No; but if you go out with it, you'll most likely come back without +it." + +"Somebody going to steal it, eh?" + +"Just so, and I'll tell you how. There's a fellow going around here just +now who makes a regular trade of snapping up all the good caps he can +lay his hands on. He hires a hack carriage, and drives about the streets +after dark at a rattling pace, the driver being, of course, a +confederate of his own. Then, whenever he passes a man with a +high-priced cap on--like yours, for instance--he leans forward and +snatches it off,[1] while the driver puts his horse to speed, and is out +of sight before there's time to cry, 'Help!'" + +"Pretty smart that," growled the Massachusetts man. "I guess I must give +that land-shark a wide berth. Whereabouts does he cruise, so as I may +keep clear of him?" + +"Well, you might meet him in any of the streets near the Isaac +Cathedral, but his general place is the Bolshaya Morskaya [Great Marine] +Street." + +"All right." + +Up to his room went Captain Weatherby, and taking out the precious cap, +began to stitch on to it, with sailor-like dexterity, two huge ear-laps, +each furnished with a stout ribbon. Then he tied it on, and tested the +strength of the fastenings by a vigorous tug. + +"Won't do," he muttered; "they mightn't break, but again they might, and +then it would be all up. Guess a strap won't do any harm." + +The strap being drawn round his head, and buckled firmly under his chin, +the worthy sailor seemed more at his ease, and grunted, defiantly, "Now, +then, let's see if a Boston boy ain't a match for any Russian that ever +ate tallow!" + +Out went the Captain; but his friend's warning seemed to have made very +little impression upon him, for instead of avoiding the neighborhood of +the Isaac Cathedral, he went straight toward it. The vast golden dome, +towering over its massive pillars of polished granite, made a gallant +show in the brilliant Northern moonlight; but just then the Captain had +something else to think about. At the very corner of the great square he +suddenly caught sight of a bare-headed man shouting lustily for the +police, while a drosky (hack carriage) was just vanishing in the +distance. + +"Well, if that pirate hain't scuttled one craft already!" muttered our +hero; "but he don't catch Cy Weatherby so easy, all the same." + +Away tramped the valiant Captain along the sidewalk of the Morskaya, +turning up the cuffs of his pilot-coat with a business-like air as he +went. He had scarcely gone a hundred yards when his quick ear caught the +roll of wheels coming toward him from the other end of the short street, +which, for a wonder, was almost deserted. + +"Stand to your guns, boys," chuckled the Captain; "here comes the +enemy." + +A drosky came dashing by, and its occupant, just as he passed, bent +forward and made a snatch at the new cap. But the strap held firm; and +instantly the sailor's iron hand grasped the fellow's wrist, and jerked +him from his seat. The next moment he lay writhing on the sidewalk, +under a shower of battering blows dealt with all the power of a fist +that might have done duty for a sledge-hammer; while his worthy +confederate, so far from helping him, drove off as fast as he could go. + +"What's all this?" asked a gruff voice in Russian, as a tall +frieze-coated figure, with the cap and badge of a city policeman, +appeared at Weatherby's elbow. + +The Captain was not much of a Russian scholar, but his expressive signs, +and a glance at the robber's face, soon enlightened the policeman, who +rubbed his big hands gleefully. + +"You've done us a good turn, father, whoever you are. This is the very +fellow we've been looking for, and there's a good big reward offered for +him. Here comes one of my mates, and we'll just bundle the scamp off to +the _tchast_ [police office] at once." + +This was soon done, and Captain Weatherby got his fair share of the +reward, as well as the satisfaction of having been "too smart for a +thieving Russian," which, as he assured his Boston friends on his return +home, was well worth double the money. + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] It should be explained that the Russian hack carriages have neither +roof nor cover, being merely a seat upon wheels. + + + + +THE DORMOUSE. + + +Sometimes when people are asked whether they ever kept tame dormice, +they answer, with a shudder, "Oh dear no!" It then turns out that they +have never seen one, but think, because they dislike common mice and +rats, that these must also be disagreeable animals, and are quite +surprised to hear that they are not really mice, but belong to the +squirrel tribe. They were always great favorites with us, and we have +had a long succession of them as pets ever since we were babies. What +can be prettier than the fat, round little things, with their soft +red-brown hair, long furry tails, white chests, and great black eyes? + +Bertha tells me that the first thing she can remember doing in her whole +life is running about the room, tossing her pinafore up and down, to the +great delight, as she supposed, of a dormouse that was in it, and then +suddenly seeing him clambering up the table-cloth at the other side of +the room. + +The first dormouse that I can remember was one called Mouffette. He also +belonged to Bertha. He was so tame that she used to put him in a doll's +cart, with a tiny whip in one hand and the reins in the other, and draw +it round the garden; and she often walked about out-of-doors with the +little thing on her shoulder. Another was very fond of cream, though it +was said to be bad for his health, and was sometimes allowed to drink it +out of a tiny ivory cup that he held in his hand. + +At one time, when both my sisters had a dormouse, my father said that +whichever of them learned first to work a shirt front very nicely should +have a beautiful new cage for her pet. Unfortunately, Emily's "Bear" +had, two days before, got loose, and ran up the bedroom chimney, and +since then nothing had been seen or heard of him; so she was very +unhappy, thinking that if she did get a new cage, there would be no +dormouse to put in it. However, that evening, as they were going to bed, +they heard a little noise in the chimney, and presently down walked +Master Bear into his cage, which had been placed on the hob, and began +to eat nuts. + + + + +[Begun in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 58, December 7.] + +MILDRED'S BARGAIN. + +A Story for Girls. + +BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. + +CHAPTER IV. + + +Mildred thought she had never seen anything finer than the beautiful +hall and staircase at Miss Jenner's. She scarcely felt her foot fall on +the rich dark carpets as she made her way up stairs into a beautiful +old-fashioned room where half a dozen young people were congregated, +laying aside their wraps. They were talking and laughing gayly, and +Mildred recognized them as the daughters of the "leading people" in +Milltown--girls about her own age or a little younger, to whom she had +constantly sold ribbons or laces, or the "newest thing" in mantles. Poor +Milly felt the pink coloring all her face, as she stood among them, some +way feeling shut out. She was not old enough nor wise enough to realize +the honorable side of her own life and its hard work; she thought only +of what their feelings would be were they to recognize in her one of +"Hardman's" girls. But as no one knew her, two or three whispered +together, wondering who the pretty lady-like stranger could be, and as +they all went down the oak stairs together, one of the girls spoke to +her in a friendly, good-humored way. Milly was glad of company as she +found herself at the door of the long, beautiful room in which Miss +Jenner stood waiting for her young friends. The eyes of the poor little +"sales-woman" were dazzled by the quiet elegance of the room--the many +pictures, the statuary, and articles of _virtu_ from many lands. Milly +forgot even her fright and her intense consciousness of her gray silk in +her pleasure at these novel sights. + +"So you found your way here, Mildred," Miss Jenner said, in her brusque +though kindly voice. "Well, I'm glad to see you. Now come and let me +introduce you to my niece, for this is _her_ company." + +Mildred found herself following Miss Jenner into a pretty half-shaded +room at the end of the parlor. A young girl of about fifteen, very +slight and delicate, but exceedingly pretty, was seated there, with one +or two young people near her. + +"Alice," said Miss Jenner, using a tone so soft that Mildred could not +believe it was her new friend's voice, "this is Mildred Lee: I want you +to make great friends with her." + +The young girl stretched out a slim hand with something uncertain in her +gesture. As Mildred took it, Miss Jenner whispered, with a deep sigh, +"She is _blind_." + +Mildred felt full of compassion for the poor young girl, who, surrounded +by so much that was beautiful, could see and understand nothing of it; +but she speedily found that Alice Jenner took the keenest delight in +conversation. As they were left by themselves half an hour, Mildred +found it a pleasant task to entertain her. She described for her +amusement the little company, the dresses, the effect of everything, +finally drifting into her own affairs, and avowing her position at Mr. +Hardman's. Alice listened with delight; Milly's life was so different +from hers. + +"Yes, I should think so," sighed Milly, glancing around at the +luxurious, warmly tinted rooms; then she remembered the young girl's +infirmity. + +"No, Milly," said Alice, "you would not change with me." + +[Illustration: MILDRED AT THE PARTY.] + +When tea was announced, Milly found it hard to leave her new friend, but +she thoroughly enjoyed the bountiful and sumptuous meal to which they +all sat down. Later, games were played in which Alice could join, and +finally Miss Jenner's nephew, a tall boy a little older than Milly, was +called over to take her to the library. Mildred never had seen such a +room as that library. Not only were there all the books she had most +wanted to read, but there were photographs of every place under the sun, +and engravings of all the great masters she had heard her father talk +about. So keenly interested was she in it all, that young Jenner went +away, bringing back his blind sister, and begging Milly to "describe it +all to Alice." Nothing could have pleased her better, and so the three +bent over a book of engravings, Alice listening eagerly while Mildred +explained each picture in elaborate detail. Roger Jenner begged Mildred +not to pause, even though ice-cream was being handed around in the +parlor--he would go and bring in Alice's and her own share. He returned +speedily, followed by a servant carrying a tray with the ices and +delicious cups of hot chocolate upon it. Roger was divided between +listening to an account of Raphael's St. Cecilia and the duty of handing +Mildred her chocolate, while Milly absently stretched out her fingers +for the cup. It was an instant's awkwardness on both sides, followed by +a little cry from Milly, and a stare of horror from Roger. The cup of +boiling chocolate poured in a brown stream down the front of her gray +silk dress. + +Poor Mildred! I am afraid, in spite of Roger's anxious apologies and her +own instinctive politeness, she looked very miserable. The rest of the +evening hung but heavily on her hands. Alice easily dismissed the +subject, not guessing of how much importance one silk dress could be to +any one, little knowing the misery in her companion's mind. Mildred +tried to continue her narrations, but she was glad when the room filled, +and Alice's chair became a general centre; still more pleased when it +came time for her to go home, and she could again wrap her water-proof +over her new dress, and feel it hidden. Miss Jenner had certainly been +very kind. Even one or two hours in such a beautiful house was enough to +fill her with delight, and Alice and Roger were charming companions; but +Milly, as she stood in the dressing-room, felt somehow the evening had +not been a success, and her comfort received its last shock on +overhearing two of the "leading" young ladies whisper to a third, "Why, +that girl in the gray silk dress is one of Hardman's clerks. How _could_ +Miss Jenner have invited her? And see how she's all dressed up." Mildred +felt rather than saw the sneering looks which followed her out of the +room. Poor child! her heart under the much-prized dress was beating with +mortification and disappointment as she went down stairs. Miss Jenner +said very little about seeing her again, and when she joined Joe in the +hall, she found him in a most unamiable mood. + +"What is it, Joey?" said Milly, as they went out of the gate. Come what +might, Mildred was always a thoughtful, gentle elder sister. + +"Why, the landlord's been in," Joe said, sulkily, "and he says we _must_ +pay in advance after this. I _wish_ the day could come, Mil," added the +boy, "when _I_ could get a place in at Hardman's." + +Poor Milly gave a little groan. "Don't say that, dear," she said. +"People talk of _my_ being there as if it was a disgrace. Don't bother +about Mr. Stiles, Joey; I'll see him to-morrow." + +Deborah was waiting up to hear Milly's account of the party, and was +wrathful at the girl's running quickly up stairs, not knowing what she +had to conceal. Once in her own room, Milly looked eagerly at the +stained silk. It was hopelessly ruined! Chocolate she knew never would +submit to any cleansing, and so she put it away with a sigh, feeling she +had paid dearly for one evening's finery. For the first time since her +bargain, the thought of the thirty dollars weighed like a guilty secret +on her heart. She could not sleep, but after going to bed lay thinking +of the weekly visit she must receive from that bold, hard-featured +woman. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THAT SMALL PIECEE BOY FROM CHINA. + +BY MRS. LIZZIE W. CHAMPNEY. + + + 'Twas a little Asiatic + Sitting sadly on the deck, + Who with wailings loud, emphatic, + Watched his home fade to a speck, + While his saffron-hued complexion + Altered to deep olive green, + And the tears of retrospection + In his almond eyes were seen. + Still he scanned the far horizon, + Touching neither bread nor meat; + And we feared that he would die soon, + For we could not make him eat. + Sympathy, and e'en religion, + Had for him no hope or cheer. + "Speakee you too much fool pigeon, + Better China home than here. + Me no likee English junkee, + English chowchow too no nice. + Why no can some roasted monkey? + What for not some piecee mice? + Number one no washee dishee, + Catchee chopsticks scouree bright; + Too much workee, this boy wishee + Top-side makee, flyee kite." + + "Make a kite, you foolish fellow," + Kindly then the Captain said. + With delight his cheeks so yellow + Flushed almost to rosy red. + As he worked, an inspiration + In his eager fingers burned. + Each on board made his donation, + Every scrap to use was turned. + To begin, the galley scullion + Gave a worn-out cracked guitar, + Which would utter shrieks æolian + As the breeze bore it afar; + Slats there were from blinds Venetian, + And a tattered parasol. + Wondered we at such provision, + Sure it could not carry all. + Two old bonnets, an air cushion, + With a bandbox painted green, + Rockets two, to set it rushing, + And an ancient crinoline, + Wings from a torn old umbrella, + While a tail of many rags + Showed in its red, white, and yellow + He had stol'n the signal flags. + + Vain our taunts, our sneers invidious, + For each day the structure grew + Stronger, vaster, and more hideous, + Yet more awful to the view. + Cloven tongue all barbed and hissing, + And a snaky horned wig, + Goggle eyes revolving, whizzing + In a fiery whirligig; + Till with joy Kong's face resembled + A great orange sent from Seville. + All who saw the kite now trembled, + 'Twas so very like a devil. + And Kong scanned the far horizon, + Till from out the western main + Rose a black and threatening typhoon, + And it blew a hurricane. + On the poop Kong danced ecstatic, + And he gave his demon string. + + As it tugged with curve erratic + Loud and clear we heard him sing: + "No more chowchow mutton hashee, + Soon me suck fat shark tail fin, + Soon one pigtail full of cashee + Me give cumshaw Joss, Pekin; + Soon me sing my China sing-song, + Chowchow nice bird-nest pudding. + Ha quai, fly, go top-side Chin chong + Choy, old English junk. Chin chin." + +[Illustration] + + Shrieked we all in accents frantic, + "Oh, come back, you China boy!" + Vain: he soared o'er the Atlantic + In a straight course for Amoy. + And the soldiers of Gibraltar + Saw him whizzing through the sky, + Like a bomb-shell to the assault, or + A gigantic comet high. + And the tempest waged still windier + As he crossed the great canal, + Till, with but a glance at India, + He reached safe the China wall. + There, in a pagoda finer + Far than I can tell or write, + That small piecee boy from China + Now reposes with his kite. + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + + DARLINGTON HEIGHTS, VIRGINIA. + + My papa says there is no difficulty in painting magic-lantern + slides with water-color paints, and the design can easily be made + without using those dangerous chemicals. He used to make slides in + this way when he was a boy: Take a slip of glass of the proper + size, and cover one side with a coat of mastic varnish, and let it + dry well. Then make your sketch on a piece of white paper, and lay + your slide over it, and trace the outlines on the glass with a fine + camel's-hair brush and India ink. Now mix your water-colors with + thin gum water, and you will find you can paint quite well on the + varnished surface. If there is any difficulty, a little ox-gall, + which can be bought at any paint shop, will make it right. All the + details must be carefully painted with a very fine brush, as the + magic lantern magnifies all defects. Only transparent colors, like + gamboge, Prussian blue, lakes, and madders, can be used. The slides + should be finished by covering all the glass, except the figures, + with black oil-paint, and adding another coat of varnish to the + slide. + + HARRY J. + + * * * * * + + STALYBRIDGE, LANCASHIRE, ENGLAND. + + I am a little English girl nine years old; I have a kind auntie in + America, who sends us HARPER'S BAZAR and YOUNG PEOPLE. My sisters + and I are delighted with them. My papa has some very kind cousins + in Kentucky. Cousin S---- has invited us to go and see him, and + have some of his nice fruit, and mamma says we may some time if we + are good. We call him uncle, because we love him so. He sent some + American flour to papa, who keeps a store here, and we have had one + hundred barrels of American apples, and are going to have more. We + have the Stars and Stripes and Union-Jack at papa's store, and the + children here call it the "'Merica shop." + + LOUISE MARY K. + + * * * * * + + MANKATO, KANSAS. + + I have lived in this place ten years. I am eleven years old. A + great change has taken place here since I came. Not long ago this + was the Indians' country. We could see traces of them, and often + felt afraid. Buffalo, antelopes, and wolves were very numerous, and + frequently ran past our house. Nearly everybody lived in "dug-outs" + then, but now things are beginning to look civilized. We have a + railroad, and churches and school-houses. People are building fine + houses, and everything is progressing rapidly. Papa and mamma have + lived in Kansas for twenty-one years. + + We have a large cat and a mocking-bird, which are on very friendly + terms with each other, and will often eat together from the same + dish. + + ELEANOR W. + + * * * * * + + LANCASTER, PENNSYLVANIA. + + Here are two pretty botanical experiments, which may be new to some + readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. Place a sponge of any size in a saucer, + which must be kept filled with water. Sprinkle some canary-seed on + the top of the sponge, and in a short time it will sprout and + become a beautiful bunch of long green grass. + + A crocus bulb, if wrapped in cotton and placed in a saucer of + water, will in course of time sprout and bloom. + + CARL R. E. + + * * * * * + + When I was seven years old my brother, my two sisters, and myself + were presented with four white Angora rabbits. Two were lost, but + before long the other pair had five little ones, and in time there + were nineteen. + + Two summers ago we visited the White Mountains. I had a baby + rabbit which I liked better than any of the others, so I took it + with me. It was very tame, and would follow me everywhere. Its + name was Snowball. It lived on bread, milk, clover, and other + greens, and it liked candy as well as I do. I took it to the White + Mountains in a basket with a little hay in it. When we reached + there, Snowball was very tired, and I put it to bed. We were among + the mountains eleven days, and Snowball grew very fat before we + came home. + + I never let it out in the rain; but one day it ran out when I did + not know it; I caught it, and was carrying it up stairs to comb + and dry its hair, when it fell backward from my shoulder and + dislocated its back. I had to have it killed with chloroform. It + was stuffed, and is now in my room. + + In the winter all of my rabbits died except eight, and the day I + went back to the country those were left out-of-doors in a coop. + In the morning when I went to feed them they were all dead. A dog + had broken into the coop in the night. That was the end of my + beautiful rabbits, and I can not tell of my great sorrow. + + H. F. WHITE. + + * * * * * + + SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA. + + I am eleven years old, and I delight to read YOUNG PEOPLE. I like + it better and better every week. + + We have just returned from a pleasure-trip all over California. It + was delightful eating oranges from the trees in Los Angeles, and + catching trout in the beautiful streams in the Sierra Nevada + Mountains. + + TOMMIE H. + + * * * * * + + OCCIDENTAL, CALIFORNIA. + + I live in the far West, among the redwoods of Sonoma County, + seventy miles from San Francisco, on the North Pacific Coast + Railroad. There are a number of saw-mills here, and there are large + redwood trees, some of which are over twelve feet through. Some of + the pine-trees will make seventeen cords of four-foot wood. + + Not far from our house there is one of the highest railroad + bridges in the State. It is one hundred and thirty-seven and a + half feet from the creek to the roadway. + + We have several kinds of wild animals around here. + + S. EDWARD E. + + * * * * * + + TRINITY, LOUISIANA. + + I live in a little town called Trinity, because it is built where + three rivers meet. We have an overflow here nearly every year, and + have lots of fun going about in boats, but we generally get tired + before the water goes off the ground. + + I am ten years old. I have five sisters and four brothers. We do + not go to school, but have a governess. We had a pet deer, but it + died the first cold weather. I have been taking music lessons + seven months, and can play a few pieces. We all like YOUNG PEOPLE + very much. + + RETTA S. + + * * * * * + + SUNBURY, PENNSYLVANIA. + + I have never written to YOUNG PEOPLE before, and now I want to tell + about my flowers. I raised over one hundred and fifty plants from + slips last summer. I like the light blue heliotrope better than any + other house plant, so I have propagated about twenty-five plants of + that. + + I had a rabbit given to me recently. I call it Dicky. It eats + turnips, cabbage, and apples. + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. "Out of the Woods" was a splendid + story. I am thirteen years old. + + MARY R. + + * * * * * + + CHARLOTTETOWN, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND. + + I wish to tell all the correspondents that, as I have exchanged + postage stamps with a great many, I have now no more duplicates + left, and will not be able to supply any more boys. + + G. C. WIGGIN. + + * * * * * + + I am all out of curiosities now, and can not exchange them any + longer, but I would like to exchange postmarks. + + TEDDY SMITH, + 641 Cass Avenue, Detroit, Mich. + + * * * * * + + I live on the great prairies of Dakota, not far from the pipe-stone + quarries. It is said to be the only place in the world where + pipe-stone is found. It is used by the Indians for making pipes, + rings, beads, and other things. I would like to exchange specimens + of pipe-stone for sea-shells, ocean curiosities, Egyptian postage + stamps, foreign coins, or Indian relics. + + GEORGE F. SMITH, + Care of Allen Smith, P. O. Box 38, + Aurora, Brookings County, Dakota. + + * * * * * + +The following exchanges are also offered by correspondents: + + Relics gathered on the ancient sites of Onondaga Indian villages + for Indian relics from other localities, ocean curiosities, or + minerals. + + LYMAN H. NORTON, + Plainville, Onondaga County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + California birds' eggs for eggs from other localities. + + FANNIE W. ROGERS, + Gilroy, Santa Clara County, California. + + * * * * * + + Crochet patterns and postmarks. + + TESSIE LINDSAY, + Wappingers Falls, Dutchess County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks, minerals, sea-shells, coins, and other curiosities. + + GEORGE J. ANTHONY, + 235 First Street, Jersey City, N. J. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps and postmarks. + + LESLIE I. RAY, Ishpeming, Mich. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps. A stone from New York State, for one from + any other State except New Jersey. + + EDWIN M. COX, JUN., + Spuyten Duyvel, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps and sea-shells. + + WALTER MANDELL, + 666 Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Mich. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps for Indian relics and other curiosities. + + A. H. VAN BUSKIRK, + 429 East Fifty-eighth Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Stones, stamps, and coins. + + CHARLES STEWART, + North Evanston, Cook County, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + ANNIE P. CARRIER, + Shady Side, Pittsburgh, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks, Indian arrow-heads, or specimens of iron, copper, or + nickel ores from Norway, for birds' eggs or foreign postage stamps. + + GERTRUDE A. ARNOLD, + 177 North Pearl Street, Buffalo, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + An open boll of cotton, exactly as grown on the stalk, for foreign + stamps or coin. + + JOSEPH HAWKINS, Prosperity, S. C. + + * * * * * + + About six hundred postage stamps and an international stamp album + for a scroll saw. + + A. S. WETTACH, + P. O. Box 891, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + JAMES H. DEWSON, + 113 Schermerhorn Street, Brooklyn, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps and relics. + + JOHN A. SELKIRK, + 132 First Street, Albany, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + ROBERT KREIDER, + P. O. Box 119, Mauch Chunk, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Pressed leaves and ferns, or postmarks, for leaves and ferns from + other localities. + + AGNES and CARRIE RAUCHFUSS, + Golconda, Pope County, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs. + + O. M. FREEMAN, + Albion, Providence County, R. I. + + * * * * * + + Indian arrow-heads for birds' eggs. + + ISOBEL JACOB, + Darlington Heights, Prince Edward Co., Va. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks for different kinds of buttons. + + EMMA RADFORD, + Gloversville, Fulton County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Minerals, fossils, and ferns. + + RUTHE S. COLLIN, + Cornell College, Mount Vernon, Iowa. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + FRED HARRIS, + 322 East Fifty-seventh Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs. + + S. D. WRIGHT, + Care of J. B. Wright, + Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga. + + * * * * * + + Insects and postage stamps. + + GRACE STURTEVANT, + South Framingham, Mass. + + * * * * * + + Pieces of crystallized starch from what is said to be the largest + starch factory in the world, dovetailed pieces of wood from a large + box manufactory, or pebbles and stones from Lake Ontario, for + specimens of workmanship from any manufacturing establishment in + the United States, or minerals. + + GEORGE D. GILLETT, + 136 West Fourth Street, Oswego, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Twenty postmarks for ten foreign postage stamps. No duplicates. + + JOHN V. L. PIERSON, + Bloomfield, Essex County, N. J. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + Louis HUICQ, + Hoboken, N. J. + + * * * * * + + Minerals, fossils, birds' eggs, and foreign and United States + postage stamps. + + ARTHUR MILLIKEN, + Emporia, Kan. + + * * * * * + + Stones from Utah and Germany, and Indian arrow-heads for birds' + eggs or stamps. + + HARRY EVERETT, + 2447 Cottage Grove Avenue, Chicago, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Iron, lead, zinc, sulphur, and magnetic iron for curiosities, other + ores, or stamps. + + EDWIN HEILIG, + Wytheville, Wythe County, Va. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + ALLAN J. HOUGHTON, + P. O. Box 619, Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + Michigan postmarks and minerals and shells from the Atlantic Ocean + for shells and curiosities from the Pacific coast. + + ROBERT J. LASIER, + 124 Fort Street West, Detroit, Mich. + + * * * * * + +WILLIE J. F.--Club or Acme. For full information, see advertisement of +Peck & Snyder, or Barney & Berry, in our columns. + + * * * * * + +WILLIE F. W.--1. Twenty-five-cent gold pieces have been coined by the +United States, but they have never been in general circulation.--2. +There is no work on practical book-binding from which the business can +be learned. Your best way would be to make the acquaintance of some +book-binder, and get him to show you the process. There are excellent +works on ornamental book-binding, but they are expensive, and would be +of no use to an amateur.--3. No. Each kind has its partisans. + + * * * * * + +BOATMAN.--Full directions for making a flat-bottomed boat will soon be +given in YOUNG PEOPLE, with working diagrams. + + * * * * * + +CLIFTON J.--To make a toboggan take a thin birch board about five feet +long and a foot and a half wide. Steam one end to turn up, and secure +the curve by stout cord or wire. This primitive sled, which is an +invention of the Canadian Indians, is used only on crusted snow, and is +steered with two short sticks held firmly in the hands. + + * * * * * + +H. H. HENRY.--Pekin, the capital city of China, is situated in the +province of Chili. Its population is estimated from 1,648,000 to +2,000,000, but it is impossible to arrive at an exact statement. + + * * * * * + +IDA L. G.--See answer to Miriam B. and others in Post-office Box of +YOUNG PEOPLE No. 52. + + * * * * * + +N. L. JONES.--Land lizards feed on small insects. If you have house +plants, and allow the lizards liberty to run among them, they will keep +them free from lice and small worms, which often do great injury to the +leaves. + + * * * * * + +C. W. M.--You can send soil or other specimens in a small box by mail. + + * * * * * + +LUCY WILSON, L. L. G., N. B. GREENE, AND MANY OTHERS.--Write and make +your inquiries from the correspondents with whom you wish to exchange. + + * * * * * + + DEAR FRIENDS,--About a fortnight ago, when we boys and girls of the + "Children's Hour" were busy at our drawing and painting, Miss + Donlevy, our teacher, told us we had all been invited to visit + Harper's Building. + + You may just think we clapped our hands with delight, and made + considerable noise for a minute or two, but then we promised to + behave very quietly. + + When the day came, we all, with our teacher, took the Third Avenue + elevated car, and whizzed down in no time to Franklin Square, and + soon found ourselves mounting up the winding stairs to the office + of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + We had all been wondering whether we should have to look + dignified, and mind our p's and q's, supposing the editor was + oldish and wore spectacles; he wasn't, though, for he was young, + and as kind and friendly as if he was one's own grown-up brother + or cousin, and let us ask questions until I guess his ears ached + and his head spun. + + The girls took off their cloaks and the boys their overcoats, and + piled them up on a chair. The editor took us to the art + department, where we were introduced to the art critic and an + artist famous for drawing grasses and flowers and landscapes. As + they were only talking, we went into the next room to see artists + at work. One had a small block of box-wood on his desk, covered + with a transparent paper, called gelatine paper; on this was + traced in red pencil a picture of a house and trees. He was going + over all the red lines with a pointed instrument. When the + gelatine paper was lifted off, there were the lines faintly cut in + the wood. Then the artist took a lead-pencil and went over the cut + lines with it; next came shading the picture with a brush and + India ink. When we had watched them doing this we were all marched + off to the engraving department. + + What busy people engravers are! There they sat, looking as if they + thought there wasn't a thing in the world to be looked at but the + block picture on the padded cushion before them. All the engravers + had shades over their eyes, and were looking through + magnifying-glasses at their work. + + One of them let me look through his, and, whew! how big the things + looked! I saw in a minute that all the parts of the block are cut + away except the parts marked by the lead-pencil and brush; these + must stand up higher than the rest of the wood, to take the ink + for printing. But I tell you what seemed like magic--taking a + proof. The proof-taker just laid the engraved block picture on its + back in his press, and ran an inked roller over its face; then he + laid a sheet of paper on it; then he pulled the press down on it, + and it only took a second's pressure; when he lifted up the press + and took the paper out, there was the loveliest picture of a baby + sitting in a high chair. All the class wanted one immediately, but + we had no time to wait; so away we marched up some more winding + stairs to the "composing-room." Now you mustn't think that's where + they compose stories; it's only the place for setting up type, and + such work. + + Here a number of young men were filling small iron things, called + "sticks," with type; as each stick was loaded, the types were + taken out in a bunch and put into a tray called a "galley." This + is called "composing." Stickful after stickful was arranged, until + a page of type lay there. It seemed all spelled backward, to make + it come out right when printed. + + The "galley man" then inked this page of type, and struck off a + proof for each of us, just as the picture proof was struck off + down stairs. As this page was only a letter from a doll, I didn't + care much for it, but all the girls just went wild over it; + however, I took one for the curiosity's sake; for what fellow is + there cares for dolls? + + HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE is not printed right from these type, as I + thought when the proofs were being made for us, for the type would + soon wear off. A wax mould is made from each page of set-up type. + I asked the editor what good a soft wax thing like that mould + could be, so he took us all into a wonderful room, where they make + copper plates from the wax moulds. We had only been there a minute + or two when the foreman asked us if we'd like to see him strike + lightning. In the middle of the room stands a large bath of glass, + with a smaller one inside of it filled with a dark blue liquid. + Joined to it were some broad bands of copper, reaching nearly to + the ceiling. Well, the foreman touched one of these belts with + some kind of a bar of metal, and right away the sparks flew, and + there came flashes like lightning. Of course some of the girls ran + away, and one of the boys ran too. + + We boys staid, and the foreman showed us how the wax moulds were + hung in the blue-vitriol water, with plates of copper hanging near + them. Somehow--I can not understand exactly how--the electricity + makes the copper dissolve and fall in powder on the wax, where it + hardens; when it is taken out of this bath it is a beautiful + copper picture, black on the front and red on the under side. + + We were told the under or hollow side would next be filled in with + lead, just as boys fill in a bullet mould. We were only allowed to + peep into the lead-melting room, where we saw a great caldron + filled with boiling lead. I would have liked to give it a good + stir up with the big ladle, but of course didn't ask the favor. + This built-up copper plate is very strong, and any number of + pictures or letters--for they make moulds and plates of both--can + be printed from them. + + Then the editor said we should see the men printing from these + plates, fastened into iron frames called "forms." So down ever so + many winding stairs we travelled, until we came to a dark + under-ground room, where the "Hoe" printing-presses are. Whew! + what a whizzing and buzzing there was! + + We all stood around a great big machine, and the editor kindly + lifted us up in turn so we might all see it. On the top, on a + large metal plate, the white paper is laid, the plate moves + forward, and up come a lot of shining steel prongs that catch the + paper and drag it under so you can't see it. Just then, below, at + the other side, we caught sight of a large "form" with the metal + plate of type, or text, and pictures of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE in + it. It seemed to know just what to do, for it moved toward the + sheet of paper, which was somewhere down under the rollers, and + the next thing we saw was the sheet coming out at the other end on + a wooden frame, which lifted up and turned it over on a pile which + had been printed before we came in. Just think, boys and girls: + that press can turn out two thousand YOUNG PEOPLE in an hour! + + We only took a peep at the two big "Corliss" steam-engines that + were making the whole thing go. Here some of the girls were afraid + again; so, as it was near twelve o'clock, we hurried up the + winding stairs again to see the folding and binding and + "marbleizing" done. + + The folding-machine is just the cleverest thing. The sheet is laid + on a moving roller which carries it over to a second and then a + third roller, and it goes in and out, and the first thing you know + it drops down in a trough at the side, all nicely folded, and cut, + too, for binding. + + Then we saw a lot all ready for the sewers. Well, I think I never + saw needles fly like those that the girls were sewing the leaves + in lots with. Fifty-two YOUNG PEOPLES sewed together make a pretty + fat-looking book, but when it is put in a heavy press it comes out + looking considerably slimmer. Next we saw the fly-leaves + marbleized. My! but wasn't it pretty! A man stood in front of a + large square bath filled with gum and water. There were lots of + cans around, filled with red, blue, yellow, green, and other + colored paints. First he dipped his brush in the red and shook it + over the gum water--the drops made circles of red--then he shook + yellow spots with another brush; then blue, till the top of the + water was beautifully spotted. Next he took what looked like a + very big comb and stroked the water softly, so all the colors took + curious long shapes; then he stroked it the other way with a finer + comb, until it had a pretty peacock-feather pattern on it, and was + ready for the paper, which he just laid flat on top of the gay + water, and then hung it up to dry for fly-leaves. + + After that we watched the men brush paste on the backs of the + books, put the covers on, and place them in presses to make the + paste stick. We couldn't wait to see them come out of the presses, + so we thanked the editor, and started for home. Some of the girls + said they would know how to mend books now when the covers came + off. Every one of them said they were going to marbleize paper + when they got home; but I know something more tip-top than that: + _I'm_ going to rig up a machine to strike lightning. And now, dear + friends, I must say good-by. + + FRANK E. F. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from E. D. Kellogg, C. W. Seagar, A. D. H., Ben +J. R., Phebe O'Reilly, T. F. Weishampel, H. G. M., Ellie Earle, F. D. +Crane, Willy Rochester, Nellie E. Owen, Lydia M. Bennett, Mary Daucy, +Willie A. Scott, Albert K. Hart, Bobbie C. Horntager, Dany J. O., T. N. +Jamieson, Belle Dening, Joe T. P., Freddie C. Y., Mamie S., Eva M. +Moody, Gracie E. Stevens. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Charles Gaylor, Mabel +Lowell, The Dawley Boys, Alice Ward, Tom Kelley, Jun., Cal I. Forny, +Mark Marcy, George Willie Needham, Walter P. Hiles. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +HALF-SQUARE--(_To Mark Marcy_). + +Last.--A bird. To pinch. White. A letter. + + MABEL. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +NUMERICAL CHARADES. + + 1. I am a plant found in pastures, composed of 8 letters. + My 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 is a little animal. + My 6, 7, 8 is a part of the body. + + GEORGIA. + + 2. I am an animal composed of 9 letters. + My 4, 2, 3, 8 is a kind of grain. + My 6, 7, 9 is something good to eat. + My 5, 1 is aloft. + + MAUD. + + 3. I am a city in New England composed of 8 letters. + My 1, 2, 3, 4 is a kind of wine. + My 5, 6, 7, 8 is to disembark. + + MABEL. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +RHOMBOID--(_To Zelotes_). + +Across.--To stain. A kind of three-masted vessel. Scoffs. A city of +Northern Italy. A part cut to enter a mortise. + +Down.--Always in mischief. An animal. A part of the body. Death. To +repel. To wax. Wrong-doing. A denial. In scorn. + + BOLUS. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE--(_To Rip Van Winkle_). + +A lake in the United States. A city in South America. An African +sea-port. A river in Scotland. In Hamburg. A river in Russia. A city in +Italy. A country in South America. A city in South America. Centrals +read downward spell the name of a country in South America. + + OWLET. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 59. + +No. 1. + + H E A R + E A T + A T + R + +No. 2. + + I B I S + E D I T + A L O E + L O D E + +No. 3. + +North Pole. + +No. 4. + + A o R t A + R o U n D + M a N i A + +No. 5. + + J ean D'Ar C + U rsul A + L amartin E + I socrate S + U rani A + S chille R + +Julius Cæsar. + +No. 6. + + T O L L B E A R + O B E Y E L S E + L E E R A S I A + L Y R E R E A R + + S O A P R I C E + O N C E I R O N + A C T S C O R D + P E S T E N D S + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + +SINGLE COPIES, 4 cents; ONE SUBSCRIPTION, one year, $1.50; FIVE +SUBSCRIPTIONS, one year, $7.00--_payable in advance, postage free_. + +The Volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE commence with the first Number in +November of each year. + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order. + +Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY-ORDER OR DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss. + +Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional. + + HARPER & BROTHERS, + Franklin Square, N. Y. + + + + +FUNNY FLIRTATION CARDS. + +BY FRANK BELLEW. + + +[Illustration: FIG. 1.] + +Charley Sparks is one of those sunshiny young fellows who occasionally +come beaming upon us out of the gloom and mist of this rather foggy +world. He always has a smile, and generally something new in the way of +a puzzle, or a riddle, or a notion of some sort wherewith to amuse his +friends. The other evening he dropped in to see us, with his usual +amount of sunshine to compete with the gas-light in the parlor, but +there was an extra twinkle in his eye which told me that he had +something novel to communicate. There were several of the girls present, +and a couple of friends, one of whom was Maggie Martin, a bright little +brunette, as piquant as a French sauce, and the other a Miss Sarah +Gooch, an amiable maiden lady of about forty-five. After a few words of +greeting, Charley pulled from his pocket a card, of which Fig. 1 is a +copy, and presenting it to Miss Gooch, asked her if she could solve the +enigma. As you will see, it is a very simple rebus, which most people +could readily make out. + +Miss Gooch looked at it steadily for some minutes, and then slowly and +deliberately said, "Eye--yes, eye." + +"That's right," said Charley; "you can dot that eye." + +"Eye," repeated Miss Gooch--"door--sheep. Eye--door--sheep. Well, I +don't see anything in that." Then there was a pause. Charley would not +help her out. "However, I'll try again: eye--oh yes, I see--a +door--sheep." + +"Oh no, you don't," said Charley. "You may like a mutton-chop now and +then, Miss Gooch, but to adore a whole sheep--no, no." + +Miss Gooch tried it again. + +"Eye--a door--sheep--lamb--ram--wether--ewe. Oh, I have it: I adore +you." + +"Do you?" exclaimed Charley, in the most impassioned tones, as he threw +himself on one knee, and seized her hand. "Then I am indeed the happiest +of mortals." + +A box on the ear from the laughing Miss Gooch brought him to his feet, +and terminated the love scene. + +[Illustration: FIG. 2.] + +[Illustration: FIG. 3.] + +Before we had all recovered from our merriment at this performance, +Charley approached Maggie Martin with great deference, and handed her +another card, on one side of which was inscribed hieroglyphics like +those on Fig. 2, and on the other side other figures, like those on Fig. +3. + +"Why, you seem to have brought a whole pack of cards with you, Mr. +Sparks," said Maggie. + +"A pack of nonsense you mean," replied Charley. + +"Well, let us look at your nonsense." + +"Oh, this is not nonsense, but the most deadly earnest." + +Maggie turned the card over and over, first looking at one side and then +at the other. + +"Are these inscriptions taken from the Obelisk?" she queried, archly. + +"No; they are copied from an inscription carved upon my heart." + +"Oh, another stone, eh?" + +"I wish it were a stone"--with a sigh. "But try my puzzle. I am deeply +interested in it." + +Maggie turned it over and over, held it edgeways this side and edgeways +the other, but could make nothing of it. + +"I am surprised you can not find it out," said Charley; "it is very +transparent." + +"Transparent? Oh, it is very transparent, is it? I see." And she held it +up to the light, which, shining through the thin card, blended the two +unmeaning inscriptions together so that they revealed distinctly a +sentence, which she began to read: + +"I lo--" Then suddenly checking herself, she said, with a laugh, "No you +don't, Mr. Sparks; you don't trap me into any expression of adoration, +as you did Miss Gooch. But tell me, how do you make these cards?" + +"The simplest thing in the world. You take a piece of thin card-board, +and outline on it in pencil any sentence you wish, as I have done 'I +love you'; then you blacken portions of the letters, as I have also +done, and place the card with its face to a window-pane, so that the +light shining through will show what you have done on the other side. +Complete the letters on the opposite side to the one on which you wrote +the first part of your inscription, and the thing is done." + + + + +[Illustration: DOUBT. +"Shall I--or--shall I not? Perhaps it would be better to let him go."] + + + + +[Illustration: THE SINGING LESSON.] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 4, 1881, by Various + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44650 *** diff --git a/44650-h/44650-h.htm b/44650-h/44650-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a52ba9e --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/44650-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,2698 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> + <head> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> + <title> + The Project Gutenberg eBook of Harper's Young People, January 4, 1881, by Various. + </title> + <style type="text/css"> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; +} + +p { + margin-top: .51em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .49em; +} + +.p2 {margin-top: 2em;} +.p4 {margin-top: 4em;} +.p6 {margin-top: 6em;} + +hr { + width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; + clear: both; +} + +hr.tb {width: 45%;} +hr.chap {width: 65%} +hr.full {width: 95%;} + +table { + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; +} + +.pagenum { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */ + /* visibility: hidden; */ + position: absolute; + left: 92%; + font-size: smaller; + text-align: right; +} /* page numbers */ + +.blockquot { + margin-left: 5%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + +.center {text-align: center;} + +.right {text-align: right;} + +.smcap {font-variant: small-caps;} + +/* Images */ +.figcenter { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; +} + +.figleft { + float: left; + clear: left; + margin-left: 0; + margin-bottom: 1em; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-right: 1em; + padding: 0; + text-align: center; +} + +.figright { + float: right; + clear: right; + margin-left: 1em; + margin-bottom: + 1em; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-right: 0; + padding: 0; + text-align: center; +} + +/* Footnotes */ +.footnotes {border: dashed 1px;} + +.footnote {margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; font-size: 0.9em;} + +.fnanchor { + vertical-align: super; + font-size: .8em; + text-decoration: + none; +} + + </style> + </head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44650 ***</div> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MR_CHALKERS_RUSE">MR. CHALKER'S RUSE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#JOHNS_CAMEL-BIRD">JOHN'S "CAMEL-BIRD."</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_LOST_STANDARD">THE LOST STANDARD.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#NOBLESSE_OBLIGE">NOBLESSE OBLIGE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#BITS_OF_ADVICE">BITS OF ADVICE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TOBY_TYLER">TOBY TYLER;</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_YOUNG_ESQUIMAUX">THE YOUNG ESQUIMAUX.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CAPTAIN_WEATHERBYS_FUR_CAP">CAPTAIN WEATHERBY'S FUR CAP.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_DORMOUSE">THE DORMOUSE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MILDREDS_BARGAIN">MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THAT_SMALL_PIECEE_BOY_FROM_CHINA">THAT SMALL PIECEE BOY FROM CHINA.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX">OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#FUNNY_FLIRTATION_CARDS">FUNNY FLIRTATION CARDS.</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="382" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" /> +</div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. II.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 62.</td><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Published by</span> HARPER & BROTHERS, <span class="smcap">New York</span>.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tuesday, January 4, 1881.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align="right">$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="MR_CHALKERS_RUSE" id="MR_CHALKERS_RUSE"></a> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="500" height="492" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">FISHING THROUGH THE ICE.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by W. R. Yeager, from a +Sketch by F. H. Taylor</span>.</span> +</div> + +<h2>MR. CHALKER'S RUSE.</h2> + +<h3>BY FRANK H. TAYLOR.</h3> + +<p>Every country boy in New England knows that the village school-house is +generally located upon the top of the bleakest hill in the neighborhood, +and is the sport of every eddying gust of wind that drives down from the +great pine wilderness of Maine, heaping the great drifts across the road +and about the door for the children to break through, and then shake +themselves free of the clinging snow like so many young Newfoundlands.</p> + +<p>And where, by any chance, was there ever a school-house containing a +stove that didn't roast the scholars seated near it, and leave the +others to freeze?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p> + +<p>All wide-awake boys who know the pleasures of skating will agree with me +that however cold and stormy it is upon the hill-tops, the mill-pond +(and what does a village amount to without a mill-pond, indeed?) is +always down in the coziest nook between the hills, where the winds can't +come with more force than is needed to blow the falling flakes across +its smooth surface, piling them in great heaps among the bordering +willows, and leaving the ice in tempting order for "shinny."</p> + +<p>In fact, upon this the coldest morning of the winter, the school-house +on the hill-top is not to be mentioned or thought of in comparison with +mill-ponds for comfort or attractiveness, and it is hardly surprising +that Mr. Chalker, the school-master, walked to and fro in solitary +state, surveying with vexed air an array of vacant desks.</p> + +<p>He was not altogether alone, however, for three boys had fought bravely +through the drifts, and now sat huddled by the red-hot stove, trying +hard to look as though they, at least, didn't think the weather a good +excuse for staying at home to hunt hens' nests in the depths of the +haymow.</p> + +<p>Now School-master Chalker was a shrewd observer, and loved a good joke +as well as any one. He had adopted many original plans of instruction. +He could see one end of the mill-pond, half a mile away from his window, +and as he gazed out upon the bleak waste of snow-clad fields he saw a +couple of small black figures gliding over its surface, and a trace of a +smile shone among his wrinkles as an idea seemed to strike him.</p> + +<p>Perhaps he had recalled the time, ever so many years ago, when he too +was a lad and the "wildest cub in the town," as his father often +declared. Turning to one of the boys, he said, "Ben, it seems to me that +the pond's a much nicer place for us than the school-house to-day. Let's +go fishing. I can't skate, but perhaps I can show you how we used to +catch pickerel down there fifty years ago."</p> + +<p>Ben and his two companions looked at Mr. Chalker with eyes widely +opened, but they soon found that he was in earnest, and they agreed to +the proposition joyfully.</p> + +<p>"Now," said Mr. Chalker, "two of you get out the bob-sled, and heap on +plenty of sticks from the wood-pile. Be sure and get some big ones; and +you, Berton, go down to Mr. Sampson, the miller, with this note. He will +let you have some lines, and a few minnows for bait."</p> + +<p>When the school-house had been properly locked up, and they had started, +dragging the sled after them, it occurred to Ben to suggest a slide. So +all three got upon the wood, and slid away merrily toward the pond. The +road was steep but straight, though near the bottom there was a sharp +curve, where the wind had blown away the snow, leaving a crust of smooth +ice. Over this they sped at a lively pace, Ben steering. Poor Ben +couldn't turn the corner, and in another second the sled, school-master, +and all plunged into the depths of a big drift. Nothing was to be seen +of Mr. Chalker for a moment but his heels; but he shortly emerged, +puffing and laughing heartily, much to the boys' relief, who had begun +to think the fun was all over. But Mr. Chalker shook himself, and +declared he enjoyed it, and was ready to try it over; in fact, he didn't +act a bit like a school-master, but just like a boy let loose—a very +old boy, to be sure, but a very hearty one, for all that.</p> + +<p>It only required a few minutes to cut a couple of round holes in the +ice, and to build a roaring fire upon a platform of heavy sticks and +flat stones—a fire that flung its forked tongues into the keen air in +merry defiance of the Frost King and all his servants.</p> + +<p>The half-dozen boys already on the pond viewed these preparations with +considerable wonder; but gathering courage, finally skated up and warmed +their fingers at the fire.</p> + +<p>Then somewhat more than a dozen other boys looked out from the windows +of the houses scattered along the hill-side, and said something like +this: "Mother, I guess there ain't any school to-day; I don't see any +smoke comin' out of the chimney. Can't I go down to the pond?"</p> + +<p>And an equal number of mothers replied: "Why, of course not. It's much +too cold for you to go out. You said so yourself, and, besides, you +don't feel very well."</p> + +<p>"There's lots of the boys on the pond, mother, an' the skating's +splendid. I don't feel so badly now. Can't I go? I won't stay long. I +think you might let—"</p> + +<p>Upon which all the mothers said, in effect, "Well, do go along; but mind +you don't get into any air-holes."</p> + +<p>Thus, before an hour had passed, nearly all of the boys in the school +were gliding over the pond, or gathered in the group watching Mr. +Chalker and his fishing party.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the school-master and Ben had enjoyed remarkable luck. Four +fine pickerel lay on the ice, and a fifth (much the biggest ever seen in +the pond, of course) had been lost by Ben in pulling him up.</p> + +<p>Now it occurred to Mr. Chalker that it would be much nicer if everybody +had seats, so he suggested to the boys that they should bring some fence +rails, and sit down in a circle about the fire; all of which was done +with a merry good-will, and Mr. Chalker surveyed them with infinite +satisfaction through his glasses as he hauled in another struggling +victim of his hook.</p> + +<p>"Now," said he, "I see plainly that it is all a mistake to hold school +up there in that uncomfortable building on the hill in such weather as +this, and so I'm going to propose that on all cold days this winter we +shall meet here on the pond and hold our classes; in fact, I think we +may as well begin now." Without further ado the teacher pulled a supply +of spellers from his several capacious pockets, and said, "The first +class in spelling will take seats on this side."</p> + +<p>Then it dawned upon the minds of the boys that they had been fairly +trapped, and they nearly choked with inward laughter as they went +through with spelling, arithmetic, and reading, taking turns at keeping +their toes warm by the fire; and though a big pickerel was doing his +best to carry off one of the lines, none of them dared to pull him up, +for Mr. Chalker looked like a very severe and dignified pedagogue +indeed, and Ben could scarcely realize that he had seen him tumbled head +over heels into a snow-drift but a couple of hours before.</p> + +<p>When he thought that the real lesson of the day had been well impressed +upon the scholars, Mr. Chalker dismissed his school, and as he landed +the last fish, and strung him through the gills with the others upon a +willow twig, he chuckled to himself, "I don't know who's had the most +fun to-day, the boys or the master, but I'll venture to say they'll be +on hand, cold or no cold, after this."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="JOHNS_CAMEL-BIRD" id="JOHNS_CAMEL-BIRD">JOHN'S "CAMEL-BIRD."</a></h2> + +<h3>BY LOUISE STOCKTON.</h3> + +<p>"Now," said John, "if you are really good, I'll give you something you +like."</p> + +<p>The ostrich looked at John out of his small bright eyes, and he gave his +dingy-looking plumes a little shake, but he did not stir from the spot +where he was standing; so John took out of his pocket a handful of +nails, and gave one to the ostrich, who immediately swallowed it, and +then bobbed his head down for another, and got it.</p> + +<p>"But you must not be in such a hurry," said John; "it is not good for +your health to eat so fast."</p> + +<p>But really, if any creature can eat nails and screws and bits of glass, +as John's ostrich could, it makes little difference whether it eats fast +or slow. These things, however, never made the ostrich sick. He ate them +just as the canary-bird eats gravel, and they agreed with him.</p> + +<p>After John had finished feeding his ostrich he turned and went into the +house, and the ostrich, knowing he was to get nothing more, put up his +funny little wings, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> off he went on his long legs like the wind. No +one tried to stop him, although two or three men stood by, for in the +first place, no one could do it, and in the second, Perry—that was his +name—used to go off this way every day.</p> + +<p>Of course John did not live in this country, but in the southern part of +Africa, where his father was an English officer. Perry was a tame +ostrich, and had been given to John when the boy was quite a little +fellow, and many a good time they had had together. Sometimes they would +go out walking; but Perry was not fond of this, because John went so +slowly, even when he ran. The best arrangement was for John to ride. +Perry would stand perfectly still, and Captain Richards would put John +on his back. John would catch tight hold of Perry's neck, and away they +would go. Go! Why, a race-horse was slow to him. His legs just twinkled +as he ran, and you could no more have seen them than you can count the +spokes in a carriage wheel when it is rapidly turning. Perry was strong +enough to carry Captain Richards, but the Captain could not bear his +speed as John did, for it almost took his breath away; and once, he +said, he began to be afraid he would die before Perry stopped. But John +did not mind it. He liked it, and when he came to England on a visit, +and rode his cousin's pony, he thought it was like going to a funeral.</p> + +<p>When Perry was standing still he was not very handsome. He was dull in +color, and his splendid feathers often looked dingy and ragged. His head +was small, but his legs were so long that when John was seven years old +he did not come to the top of them. When he ran, however, Perry looked +splendid. He held his head firmly, he opened his queer little wings, his +fine plume-like tail was erect, and every feather seemed to make him +swifter and lighter, and he would go round and round like a gust of +wind, and then, swooping closer, would fly back to John for a bit of +iron, or perhaps a handful of grass.</p> + +<p>Captain Richards told John why the ostrich was called the "camel-bird." +The Arabs have a story that a King once said to the ostrich, "Fly," and +it answered, "I can not, for I am a camel." So then he said, "Carry," +and it replied, "I can not, for I am a bird." So, while it has the +endurance of a camel and the swiftness of a bird, it will neither bear a +burden nor fly through the air; and so, as John said, is neither, and +yet both.</p> + +<p>But one thing he could do. He could see very far. Some of the natives +said he could see six miles, but John did not believe that. He thought +no creature could see from his father's house to General Howard's, and +that was only five miles away.</p> + +<p>The one person who did not like Perry was Mrs. Richards. She used to be +afraid to see John mounted on him, and, as she said, if Perry chose to +run off into the wilds with John, who could stop him?</p> + +<p>"But he won't," said her husband. "A tame ostrich is sure to come home +to be fed."</p> + +<p>"Well, he may throw the child off," she would reply.</p> + +<p>"That depends on John himself, and I don't believe he will let go."</p> + +<p>"Very well," she would say, "I am glad you are so content; but if you +had the feelings of a mother you wouldn't be."</p> + +<p>To this Captain Richards could make no reply. He had the feelings of a +father; but then he was a soldier, and was used to taking risks.</p> + +<p>And once Perry, roaming around, looked in a window, and on a table close +by lay Mrs. Richards's coral breast-pin. It was pretty, and it looked +good; so in went Perry's head, and in a flash the pin was down his +throat.</p> + +<p>Then, also, he would eat the little chickens. No one cared how many rats +and grasshoppers he ate, but it was very provoking to have a pretty +little brood of chickens gobbled up by this long-legged camel-bird. Even +John did not like this, and he was glad when his father had a slatted +coop made for the hens and their little ones. For a time all went well, +but suddenly the chicks began to disappear, and then Mrs. Richards set a +man to watch.</p> + +<p>After a while up walked Perry, and stood watching the chickens. +Presently a little one came near the slats. Quick as a flash in went +Perry's head, and <i>that</i> little chicken was gone.</p> + +<p>But they spoiled Perry's fun very quickly, for the men went to work at +once and fixed the coops so Perry could not reach one of the chickens.</p> + +<p>Every year Perry used to lose some of his feathers, and after Mrs. +Richards had saved quite a number of them she sent them to her sister in +London, and told her what to do with the money for which they were to be +sold.</p> + +<p>John knew nothing of it, and you may know he was surprised when one hot +Christmas-day he received a box of books and a fine microscope from +London. He showed them to Perry, but as the ostrich did not seem to care +for them, John gave him all the nails and clamps from the box, and these +Perry really did enjoy.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_LOST_STANDARD" id="THE_LOST_STANDARD">THE LOST STANDARD.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY LILLIE E. BARR.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">On the glorious field of Austerlitz</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Napoleon stood when the day was o'er;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Legions of France!" he cried, "pass by,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Bearing your eagles, stained with gore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And torn with shot; but show to France</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;"><i>That none are lost</i>. Advance! advance!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then with a shout the legions rose—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Napoleon watched them marching by;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Each flung its banner to the breeze,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And proudly sought their Emperor's eye.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Above the surging thousands toss'd</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The precious eagles—not one lost.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;"><i>Not one?</i> Without its fife and drum</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">A silent legion sadly tread;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The weary men were dull and dumb—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">There was no flag above their head:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The eagle that Napoleon gave</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Floated no longer o'er the brave.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then, white with anger, "Halt!" he cried,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And sternly called the legion's name.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Your eagle, men!—the flag I gave?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Why die you not for very shame?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Life hath been bought at shameful cost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">If honor and your flag are lost."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With martial tread two veterans step</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">From out the sad and silent band:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Sire, we have fought where'er you led,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In Italy, or Egypt's land.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Amid the thickest of the fray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Our eagle touched the earth to-day.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"And we, unable to retake,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Pressed where the Russian foe came on—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Behold, our Emperor! for thy sake</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;"><i>Two Russian standards</i> we have won;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Yet if our honor thou still doubt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then let our lives the stain wipe out."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The Emperor bared his head; then said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">With misty eyes and eager breath:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Heroes! you've <i>won</i> your eagle now—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Won it from out the jaws of death.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Pass on! these flags shall bear your name</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Among the standards kept by Fame."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Beneath the Invalides' grand dome</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">These Russian standards still find room;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">'Mong royal flags of many lands</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">They droop above Napoleon's tomb.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Such praise and glory have the brave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Who knew when honor's sign was lost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">At any price, at any cost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Honor itself to save.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 312px;"><a name="NOBLESSE_OBLIGE" id="NOBLESSE_OBLIGE"></a> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="312" height="400" alt="" /> +</div> + +<h2>NOBLESSE OBLIGE.</h2> + +<h3>BY MRS. M. E. SANGSTER.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Brownie, old fellow, the grain in the manger</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Is yours, and you've earned it. No wonder you stare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Amazed and displeased, when a pert little ranger</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Comes hopping in boldly your dinner to share.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">You beautiful creature! so rugged and steady,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">So swift and sure-footed, so willing and wise;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Whoever may need you, so gentle and ready,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">I know what you're thinking; it beams from your eyes.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He ruffles his feathers, this petty intruder,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And arches his crest, and is gallant and gay.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">No conduct could possibly seem to you ruder</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Than his, as he leisurely stands in your way.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">But you? Why, you'd scorn to be put in a passion;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">The cause is too slight. You will patiently wait</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Till the satisfied rooster, in vain rooster fashion,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Flies off, without thanks, to some meek little mate.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The thorough-bred follows the law of his being,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">'Tis only with equals he cares to contend;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He bears with annoyance quite patiently, seeing</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">That sooner or later annoyance must end.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="BITS_OF_ADVICE" id="BITS_OF_ADVICE">BITS OF ADVICE.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY AUNT MARJORIE PRECEPT.</h3> + +<h3>SPENDING MONEY.</h3> + +<p>"I wish I had some to spend!" exclaims Florence, as she reads this +title; "but as I have none, I may as well skip this column of <span class="smcap">Young +People</span>."</p> + +<p>Please read it, Florence. To know how to use money, how to save it, and +how to spend it are very important parts of education. Every penny is an +opportunity, and pennies make dollars. There are very few young ladies +and gentlemen who do not spend a generous sum in the course of the year, +and so often it goes for trifles of no real value that when the year is +over they have nothing to show for it. Take the small sum of ten cents. +It may be expended in chocolate cream drops, and eaten up in a few +minutes. It may be spent in buying a dainty little easel for your +mother's photograph, or a pretty illuminated card, or a gay fan, which, +hung on the wall, will make a vivid bit of color, quite brightening the +room. Down the street there is a crippled boy, who watches you with a +sad, wistful face as you go bounding past his window on your way to +school. Poor Jimmy! the hours move very slowly indeed to him. He is fond +of reading, but he has read all the books he possesses till he knows +them almost by heart. For ten cents you can buy a beautiful story, or a +charming illustrated paper, which will give Jimmy two or three days of +delight. The money which we deny ourselves, that we may bestow some +pleasure on others, always is the best investment, for it returns us the +most true happiness.</p> + +<p>Perhaps you can persuade your parents to give you a small amount weekly +or monthly for your particular expenses. Julia and Arthur, a brother and +sister of my acquaintance, have such a sum, and they are careful to keep +an exact account of all that they buy and all that they give away. Their +pens and pencils, luxuries of every sort, and car fare, as well as their +charity fund, come from this allowance, and they are learning the right +use of money as they never could in any other way. A boy who has a +scroll-saw may earn a little income for himself, if he is industrious, +in his play-time. So may one who has a printing-press. A girl who has +learned to embroider nicely, or to paint cups and saucers, can often +have her own money; and let me tell you, money that is earned by one's +own diligence is much more enjoyed than any other.</p> + +<p>A few years ago little Ailee, a friend of mine, was moulding in clay and +drawing with crayons just for her childish amusement. Last year, though +not eighteen, she was able to buy her entire wardrobe from the proceeds +of her pencil. <i>Economy</i> is a noble word. It does not mean stinginess, +but rather good management of whatever one has, and care in the use of +one's means.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 343px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="343" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">BRINGING WOOD FOR GRANDPA'S FIRE.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="TOBY_TYLER" id="TOBY_TYLER"></a> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="500" height="479" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">OLD BEN COMES TO THE RESCUE.</span> +</div> + +<h4>[Begun in No. 58 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, December 7.]</h4> + +<h2>TOBY TYLER;</h2> + +<h3>OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS.</h3> + +<h3>BY JAMES OTIS.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter IV</span>.</h3> + +<h3>THE FIRST DAY WITH THE CIRCUS.</h3> + +<p>When Toby awakened and looked around he could hardly realize where he +was, or how he came there. As far ahead and behind on the road as he +could see, the carts were drawn up on one side; men were hurrying to and +fro, orders were being shouted, and everything showed that the entrance +to the town was about to be made. Directly opposite the wagon on which +he had been sleeping were the four elephants and two camels, and close +behind, contentedly munching their breakfasts, were a number of tiny +ponies. Troops of horses were being groomed and attended to; the road +was littered with saddles, flags, and general decorations, until it +seemed to Toby that there must have been a smash-up, and he now beheld +ruins rather than systematic disorder.</p> + +<p>How different everything looked now, compared to the time when the +cavalcade marched into Guilford, dazzling every one with the gorgeous +display! Then the horses pranced gayly under their gaudy decorations, +the wagons were bright with glass, gilt, and flags, the lumbering +elephants and awkward camels were covered with fancifully embroidered +velvets, and even the drivers of the wagons were resplendent in their +uniforms of scarlet and gold. Now, in the gray light of the early +morning, everything was changed. The horses were tired, muddy, and had +on only dirty harness; the gilded chariots were covered with +mud-bespattered canvas, which caused them to look like the most ordinary +of market wagons; the elephants and camels looked dingy, dirty, almost +repulsive, and the drivers were only a sleepy-looking set of men, who, +in their shirt sleeves, were getting ready for the change which would +dazzle the eyes of the inhabitants of the town.</p> + +<p>Toby descended from his lofty bed, rubbed his eyes to thoroughly awaken +himself, and under the guidance of Ben went to a little brook near by +and washed his face. He had been with the circus not quite ten hours, +but now he could not realize that it had ever seemed bright and +beautiful. He missed his comfortable bed, the quiet and cleanliness, and +the well-spread table; even though he had felt the lack of parents' +care, Uncle Daniel's home seemed the very abode of love and friendly +feeling compared to this condition, where no one appeared to care even +enough for him to scold at him. He was thoroughly homesick, and heartily +wished that he was back in the old town where every one had some slight +interest in him.</p> + +<p>While he was washing his face in the brook he saw some of the boys who +had come out from the town to catch the first glimpse of the circus, and +he saw at once<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> that he was the object of their admiring gaze. He heard +one of the boys say, when they first discovered him,</p> + +<p>"There's one of them, an' he's only a little feller; so I'm going to +talk to him."</p> + +<p>The evident admiration which the boys had for Toby pleased him, and this +pleasure was the only drop of comfort he had had since he started. He +hoped they would come and talk with him, and, that they might have the +opportunity, he was purposely slow in making his toilet.</p> + +<p>The boys approached him shyly, as if they had their doubts whether he +was made of the same material as themselves, and when they got quite +near to him, and satisfied themselves that he was only washing his face +in much the same way that any well-regulated boy would do, the one who +had called attention to him said, half timidly, "Hello!"</p> + +<p>"Hello!" responded Toby, in a tone that was meant to invite confidence.</p> + +<p>"Do you belong to the circus?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Toby, a little doubtfully.</p> + +<p>Then the boys stared at him again as if he had been one of the +strange-looking animals, and the one who had been the spokesman drew a +long breath of envy as he said, longingly, "My! what a nice time you +must have!"</p> + +<p>Toby remembered that only yesterday he had thought that boys must have a +nice time with a circus, and he now felt what a mistake that thought +was; but he concluded that he would not undeceive his new acquaintance.</p> + +<p>"And do they give you frogs to eat, so's to make you limber?"</p> + +<p>This was the first time that Toby had thought of breakfast, and the very +mention of eating made him hungry. He was just at that moment so very +hungry that he did not think he was replying to the question when he +said, quickly, "Eat frogs! I could eat anything, if I only had the +chance."</p> + +<p>The boys took this as an answer to their question, and felt perfectly +convinced that the agility of circus riders and tumblers depended upon +the quantity of frogs eaten, and they looked upon Toby with no little +degree of awe.</p> + +<p>Toby might have undeceived them as to the kind of food he ate, but just +at that moment the harsh voice of Mr. Job Lord was heard calling him, +and he hurried away to commence his first day's work.</p> + +<p>Toby's employer was not the same pleasant, kindly-spoken man that he had +been during the time they were in Guilford, and before the boy was +absolutely under his control. He looked cross, he acted cross, and it +did not take the boy very long to find out that he was very cross.</p> + +<p>He scolded Toby roundly, and launched more oaths at his defenseless head +than Toby had ever heard in his life. He was angry that the boy had not +been on hand to help him, and also that he had been obliged to hunt for +him.</p> + +<p>Toby tried to explain that he had no idea of what he was expected to do, +and that he had been on the wagon to which he had been sent, only +leaving it to wash his face; but the angry man grew more furious.</p> + +<p>"Went to wash your face, did yer? Want to set yourself up for a dandy, I +suppose, and think that you must souse that speckled face of yours into +every brook you come to? I'll soon break you of that; and the sooner you +understand that I can't afford to have you wasting your time in washing, +the better it will be for you."</p> + +<p>Toby now grew angry, and not realizing how wholly he was in this man's +power, he retorted: "If you think I'm going round with a dirty face, +even if it is speckled, for a dollar a week, you're mistaken, that's +all. How many folks would eat your candy if they knew you handled it +over before you washed your hands?"</p> + +<p>"Oho! I've picked up a preacher, have I? Now I want you to understand, +my bantam, that I do all the preaching as well as the practicing myself, +and this is about as quick a way as I know of to make you understand +it."</p> + +<p>As the man spoke he grasped the boy by the coat collar with one hand, +and with the other he plied a thin rubber cane with no gentle force to +every portion of Toby's body that he could reach.</p> + +<p>Every blow caused the poor boy the most intense pain, but he determined +that his tormentor should not have the satisfaction of forcing an outcry +from him, and he closed his teeth so tightly that not a single sound +could escape from his mouth.</p> + +<p>This very silence enraged the man so much that he redoubled the force +and rapidity of his blows, and it is impossible to say what might have +been the consequences had not Ben come that way just then, and changed +the aspect of affairs.</p> + +<p>"Up to your old tricks of whipping the boys, are you, Job?" he said, as +he wrested the cane from the man's hand, and held him off at +arm's-length to prevent him from doing Toby any more mischief.</p> + +<p>Mr. Lord struggled to release himself, and insisted that since the boy +was in his employ, he should do with him just as he saw fit.</p> + +<p>"Now look here, Mr. Lord," said Ben, as gravely as if he was delivering +some profound piece of wisdom: "I've never interfered with you before; +but now I'm going to stop your games of thrashing your boy every morning +before breakfast. You just tell this youngster what you want him to do, +and if he don't do it, you can discharge him. If I hear of your flogging +him, I shall attend to your case at once. You hear me?"</p> + +<p>Ben shook the now terrified candy vender much as if he had been a child, +and then released him, saying to Toby as he did so, "Now, my boy, you +attend to your business as you ought to, and I'll settle his account if +he tries the flogging game again."</p> + +<p>"You see, I don't know what there is for me to do," sobbed Toby, for the +kindly interference of Ben had made him show more feeling than Mr. +Lord's blows had done.</p> + +<p>"Tell him what he must do," said Ben, sternly.</p> + +<p>"I want him to go to work and wash the tumblers, and fix up the things +in that green box, so we can commence to sell as soon as we get into +town," snarled Mr. Lord, as he motioned toward a large green chest that +had been taken out of one of the carts, and which Toby saw was filled +with dirty glasses, spoons, knives, and other utensils such as were +necessary to carry on the business.</p> + +<p>Toby got a pail of water from the brook, hunted around, and found towels +and soap, and devoted himself to his work with such industry that Mr. +Lord could not repress a grunt of satisfaction as he passed him, however +angry he felt because he could not administer the whipping which would +have smoothed his ruffled temper.</p> + +<p>By the time the procession was ready to start for the town, Toby had as +much of his work done as he could find that it was necessary to do, and +his master, in his surly way, half acknowledged that this last boy of +his was better than any he had had before.</p> + +<p>Although Toby had done his work so well, he was far from feeling happy; +he was both angry and sad as he thought of the cruel blows that had been +inflicted, and he had plenty of leisure to repent of the rash step he +had taken, although he could not see very clearly how he was to get away +from it. He thought that he could not go back to Guilford, for Uncle +Daniel would not allow him to come to his house again; and the hot +scalding tears ran down his cheeks as he realized that he was homeless +and friendless in this great big world.</p> + +<p>It was while he was in this frame of mind that the procession, all gaudy +with flags, streamers, and banners, entered the town. Under different +circumstances this would have been a most delightful day for him, for +the entrance of a circus into Guilford had always been a source of one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +day's solid enjoyment; but now he was the most disconsolate and unhappy +boy in all that crowd.</p> + +<p>He did not ride throughout the entire route of the procession, for Mr. +Lord was anxious to begin business, and the moment the tenting ground +was reached, the wagon containing Mr. Lord's goods was driven into the +inclosure, and Toby's day's work began.</p> + +<p>He was obliged to bring water, to cut up the lemons, fetch and carry +fruit from the booth in the big tent to the booth on the outside, until +he was ready to drop with fatigue, and having had no time for breakfast, +was nearly famished.</p> + +<p>It was quite noon before he was permitted to go to the hotel for +something to eat, and then Ben's advice to be one of the first to get to +the tables was not needed.</p> + +<p>In the eating line that day he astonished the servants, the members of +the company, and even himself, and by the time he arose from the table, +with both pockets and his stomach full to bursting, the tables had been +set and cleared away twice while he was making one meal.</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess you didn't hurry yourself much," said Mr. Lord, when Toby +returned to the circus ground.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, I did," was Toby's innocent reply. "I ate just as fast as I +could;" and a satisfied smile stole over the boy's face as he thought of +the amount of solid food he had consumed.</p> + +<p>The answer was not one which was calculated to make Mr. Lord feel any +more agreeably disposed toward his new clerk, and he showed his +ill-temper very plainly as he said, "It must take a good deal to satisfy +you."</p> + +<p>"I s'pose it does," calmly replied Toby. "Sam Merrill used to say that I +took after Aunt Olive and Uncle Dan'l: one ate a good while, an' the +other ate awful fast."</p> + +<p>Toby could not understand what it was that Mr. Lord said in reply, but +he could understand that his employer was angry at somebody or +something, and he tried unusually hard to please him. He talked to the +boys who had gathered around, to induce them to buy, washed the glasses +as fast as they were used, tried to keep off the flies, and in every way +he could think of endeavored to please his master.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_YOUNG_ESQUIMAUX" id="THE_YOUNG_ESQUIMAUX">THE YOUNG ESQUIMAUX.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.</h3> + +<p>"It's no use, Fred."</p> + +<p>"Why not, Rory? We could do it. I just know we could."</p> + +<p>"You and I wouldn't be enough. Besides, we haven't the things, and we +can't get 'em."</p> + +<p>"No white bears, do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and no canoes, and spears, and bows and arrows. And look at the +way they're dressed. It's no use playing Esquimaux, and not have +anything to do it with."</p> + +<p>"Now," said Fred, with another long look at the picture in the book, +"you're going for too much. We can get all the boys."</p> + +<p>"Guess we can, now they daren't start another snow-ball match."</p> + +<p>"Think of all the snow, Rory. It's just thawed enough to pack. We can go +back of the orchard and make a snow house as big as that."</p> + +<p>Fred had spent his whole evening, the night before, over that book of +<i>Arctic</i> Voyages, and he had brought it to bear on Rory the first thing +after breakfast.</p> + +<p>"I'll read it when we get home," said Rory; "but I'd better go around +after some boys now."</p> + +<p>"And I'll go and pick out a good place, and start the house."</p> + +<p>The snow was deep enough anywhere that winter, but it was not a very +cold day, and every drift and level was in prime condition for +snow-balling. The difficulty was that too much of that kind of fun had +been going on all the week, and so the grand "match" set for that +Saturday had been forbidden by the Academy Trustees.</p> + +<p>"They'd about half kill themselves if we'd let 'em," had been the solemn +comment of old Squire Garrison, and nobody dreamed of disputing his +decision, for he was President of the Board, and the wisest man in the +village.</p> + +<p>Rory was not gone long, and when he returned, and went through the yard +and garden into the orchard, half a dozen boys were following him.</p> + +<p>Fred had been at work. He had carried out the big wooden snow-shovel and +the grain-scoop shovel and the spade, but the first question Bob Sanders +asked was:</p> + +<p>"Boards? What are they for? You don't want any boards in a snow house."</p> + +<p>"And the Esquimaux don't have any," said Rory.</p> + +<p>Fred had put down four of them flat on the snow, and was now shovelling +a heap of snow upon them from the spot he had chosen for the house.</p> + +<p>"Boards?" he said. "Why, boys, that's our brick-yard."</p> + +<p>"Brick-yard? Snow bricks? What's the saw for? You can't cut snow with a +saw."</p> + +<p>"I'll show you. Just you fellows pile on snow, and bang it down hard +with a spade. We're going to do just what the Esquimaux do."</p> + +<p>"I've brought my own shovel," said Bill Evans, "and so has Barney +Herriman."</p> + +<p>"We want this foundation trodden hard and level first. It's pretty near +ready. Now I'll mark it out."</p> + +<p>There were other boys in that crowd who could beat Fred at some things, +even at base-ball and swimming, and he had not taken a single prize at +the end of the school term; but when it came to "making" anything, he +could step right ahead, and they all knew it.</p> + +<p>It was just as Barney Herriman said: "Come on, boys. Fred Park is boss +of this job."</p> + +<p>He was bossing it, as a matter of course, and it looked as if he knew +pretty well what he was about.</p> + +<p>He stuck a peg in the snow for a centre, and around that, with a string +five feet long and another peg, he marked a circle that was just ten +feet across.</p> + +<p>"Now, boys, there's eight of us, and we can build the biggest snow house +you ever saw. The snow packs splendidly. We'll make our bricks a foot +wide and a foot high and a foot and a half long."</p> + +<p>How they did pile the soft snow upon those boards, now they understood +what they were meant for!</p> + +<p>Bang! stamp! bang! down went the sticky heap, until Fred said he guessed +it would cut.</p> + +<p>"Keep on, boys; pile it up."</p> + +<p>They couldn't help stopping to watch him, though, while he cut out his +first bricks with that saw. It went through the snow so nice and easy, +and Bill Evans remarked, "Can't he handle a saw!"</p> + +<p>He worked away, till a dozen bricks were ready, and he made them a +little shorter on one side than on the other.</p> + +<p>"What's that for?" asked Bob Sanders. But then Bob never opened his +mouth without asking something; and all Fred told him was,</p> + +<p>"So they'll fit around in a circle. The short side goes in."</p> + +<p>"It's the way the Esquimaux do," said Rory. "He read all about it in a +book last night."</p> + +<p>"Go ahead, boys," said Fred. "It'll take just thirty of those bricks to +go around. It won't take so many after that."</p> + +<p>They pounded and shovelled, while he cut and set the bricks, and then he +went all around that circle with the back of the saw, shaving it off so +it sloped inward a little.</p> + +<p>"Won't it let 'em slip off?" asked Bob.</p> + +<p>"Guess not. Don't you see how that one sticks? It<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> only leans in a +little. You'll see. Let's pitch in. The snow's grand."</p> + +<p>So it was—just as if it had been made for bricks; and before long +Barney Herriman found he could saw them out while Fred was putting them +on, so that the house went up faster.</p> + +<p>The round wall curved in and in, but each successive tier of snow bricks +held itself up, just as Fred had seen in the picture of the Esquimaux at +work.</p> + +<p>It was not long before he had to send Rory into the house for a chair to +stand on.</p> + +<p>"I've got to stay inside."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Bob Sanders, "don't you mean to have any door? How'll you +get out after your roof's on?"</p> + +<p>"Give me the saw, and I'll fix that while Rory's gone for the chair."</p> + +<p>It was easy enough to cut a hole two feet square down at the floor, and +Fred said, "We can make a long crawl-hole entry, such as the Esquimaux +use, when we've finished the house."</p> + +<p>"The roof's the toughest part of the job," said Bill Evans.</p> + +<p>He was mistaken in that, however, for the last rounds of bricks were +fitted in just as easily as any others, only Fred made them shorter and +shorter, till there was only a hole a foot square left at the middle of +the roof.</p> + +<p>"Going to plug that up, are you?" asked Bob.</p> + +<p>"Plug it up? Don't you suppose we want a chimney?"</p> + +<p>"Well, but what'll you do for windows?"</p> + +<p>"Tell you what, boys, if we had some slabs of ice that weren't too +thick, we just could have some windows."</p> + +<p>"Guess we can fix that," said Bill Evans. "Squire Garrison's men sawed a +couple of loads of ice out of the pond yesterday, and it didn't freeze +more'n an inch last night."</p> + +<p>He and Joe Herriman and Wash McGee set off almost<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> on a run after some +of that ice, and they were back in less than twenty minutes with enough +of it to glaze one of the big windows at the Academy.</p> + +<p>Fred shouted when he saw it: "That beats the Esquimaux! Why, it's as +clear as glass. The light'll come right through."</p> + +<p>So it did, when the ice windows were finished, and you could see to read +inside the house, but you could not enjoy the scenery much through those +windows.</p> + +<p>"Won't need any blinds," said Barney Herriman, "to keep folks from +looking in."</p> + +<p>"Hullo! see what Rory's got."</p> + +<p>"Buffalo-skins!"</p> + +<p>"Two of 'em."</p> + +<p>"Boys, we must put in some furniture. Snow benches—"</p> + +<p>"And a snow stove."</p> + +<p>"No, I guess the Esquimaux get along without a stove. But then they have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +piles and piles of bear-skins, and seal-skins, and reindeer-skins, and +all sorts, and they eat whale blubber to keep 'em warm."</p> + +<p>"Won't roast pork do just as well?" asked Bob Sanders.</p> + +<p>"Well, it might, if it's the fattest kind of pork."</p> + +<p>"'Cause that's what we're going to have for dinner at our house. I'll +eat enough to keep me warm, if I stay in there all the afternoon."</p> + +<p>"Come in, boys," said Fred. "And bring in the buffalo-skins. Let's try +it."</p> + +<p>They all crept in, one after the other, and sat down on the soft furs +like so many Turks.</p> + +<p>"They'll want these in the sleigh by-and-by," said Rory.</p> + +<p>"Isn't this jolly, though?"</p> + +<p>"It's warm enough without any kind of fire."</p> + +<p>"I don't want any blubber."</p> + +<p>"Nor any pork, either."</p> + +<p>"Tell you what, boys, if it freezes good and hard to-night, this +house'll be wonderfully strong. We'll make an entryway just such as I +saw in the picture, and we'll get some old carpet, and some stools—"</p> + +<p>"Hullo, boys! Fred! Rory! What have you done with my buffalo-robes?"</p> + +<p>It was the voice of Dr. Park himself, outside; and then they heard the +great, deep, gruff tones of Squire Garrison himself.</p> + +<p>"I declare, Doctor, they've done it! Bricks! All of a size."</p> + +<p>"Cost them a good deal of hard work, I should say."</p> + +<p>"Don't tell 'em, Doctor. Don't let 'em know it was work. They'd never +build another. Couldn't hire 'em to."</p> + +<p>Fred and Rory were crawling out with the buffalo-skins, and their father +said to them:</p> + +<p>"It won't do, boys; the Esquimaux never kill any buffaloes."</p> + +<p>"Bears, father—white bears—"</p> + +<p>"And seals, and whales, and walruses, and—"</p> + +<p>"Doctor," exclaimed Squire Garrison, "I'm for a look inside."</p> + +<p>The other boys had been keeping as still as so many mice, except that +they had very promptly kicked the buffalo-skins out from under them, and +half of them had their hands before their mouths now to keep from +laughing, as Squire Garrison knocked his tall hat off against the snow +bricks, and his big gray head came poking in.</p> + +<p>Chuckle, chuckle, from the boys, and the Squire looked up.</p> + +<p>"I declare, Doctor! Such a lot of young bears!"</p> + +<p>"Bears? Oh no, Squire, they're Esquimaux Indians. I heard them talking +it over this morning. Can you see inside?"</p> + +<p>"See? Why, I can stand up! It's capital. Windows, too. Is that glass?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir, it's ice."</p> + +<p>"Tell you what, boys, this is nice."</p> + +<p>"We're going to stick icicles all around, and make it real pretty, +by-and-by," said Fred.</p> + +<p>"Then you come over and get my big square barn lantern, and see how +that'll make it look after dark."</p> + +<p>The Squire was a good friend of boys and fun, after all, and both he and +the Doctor came out that evening to see the white walls of the Esquimaux +hut, and the liberal allowance of icicles the boys had stuck up, glitter +and shine and wink in the light of the great lantern.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="500" height="621" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE NEW YEAR.</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CAPTAIN_WEATHERBYS_FUR_CAP" id="CAPTAIN_WEATHERBYS_FUR_CAP">CAPTAIN WEATHERBY'S FUR CAP.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY DAVID KER.</h3> + +<p>"If you're going out again to-night, my friend, I'd advise you to leave +this new fur cap of yours at home, and take your sea cap instead."</p> + +<p>So spoke a hospitable Russian merchant to his guest, Captain Cyrus +Weatherby, skipper and part owner of the good ship <i>Seabird</i>, of Boston. +The Captain had reached St. Petersburg late enough in the fall for it to +be already pretty cold at night, and his first exploit on landing was to +buy a magnificent fur cap, which, as he said, would "astonish his folks +at the Hub some" when he got back.</p> + +<p>"What should I leave it at home for?" asked the skipper. "I s'pose I +ain't going to be arrested as a Nihilist 'cause I've got a new cap on?"</p> + +<p>"No; but if you go out with it, you'll most likely come back without +it."</p> + +<p>"Somebody going to steal it, eh?"</p> + +<p>"Just so, and I'll tell you how. There's a fellow going around here just +now who makes a regular trade of snapping up all the good caps he can +lay his hands on. He hires a hack carriage, and drives about the streets +after dark at a rattling pace, the driver being, of course, a +confederate of his own. Then, whenever he passes a man with a +high-priced cap on—like yours, for instance—he leans forward and +snatches it off,<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> while the driver puts his horse to speed, and is out +of sight before there's time to cry, 'Help!'"</p> + +<p>"Pretty smart that," growled the Massachusetts man. "I guess I must give +that land-shark a wide berth. Whereabouts does he cruise, so as I may +keep clear of him?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you might meet him in any of the streets near the Isaac +Cathedral, but his general place is the Bolshaya Morskaya [Great Marine] +Street."</p> + +<p>"All right."</p> + +<p>Up to his room went Captain Weatherby, and taking out the precious cap, +began to stitch on to it, with sailor-like dexterity, two huge ear-laps, +each furnished with a stout ribbon. Then he tied it on, and tested the +strength of the fastenings by a vigorous tug.</p> + +<p>"Won't do," he muttered; "they mightn't break, but again they might, and +then it would be all up. Guess a strap won't do any harm."</p> + +<p>The strap being drawn round his head, and buckled firmly under his chin, +the worthy sailor seemed more at his ease, and grunted, defiantly, "Now, +then, let's see if a Boston boy ain't a match for any Russian that ever +ate tallow!"</p> + +<p>Out went the Captain; but his friend's warning seemed to have made very +little impression upon him, for instead of avoiding the neighborhood of +the Isaac Cathedral, he went straight toward it. The vast golden dome, +towering over its massive pillars of polished granite, made a gallant +show in the brilliant Northern moonlight; but just then the Captain had +something else to think about. At the very corner of the great square he +suddenly caught sight of a bare-headed man shouting lustily for the +police,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> while a drosky (hack carriage) was just vanishing in the +distance.</p> + +<p>"Well, if that pirate hain't scuttled one craft already!" muttered our +hero; "but he don't catch Cy Weatherby so easy, all the same."</p> + +<p>Away tramped the valiant Captain along the sidewalk of the Morskaya, +turning up the cuffs of his pilot-coat with a business-like air as he +went. He had scarcely gone a hundred yards when his quick ear caught the +roll of wheels coming toward him from the other end of the short street, +which, for a wonder, was almost deserted.</p> + +<p>"Stand to your guns, boys," chuckled the Captain; "here comes the +enemy."</p> + +<p>A drosky came dashing by, and its occupant, just as he passed, bent +forward and made a snatch at the new cap. But the strap held firm; and +instantly the sailor's iron hand grasped the fellow's wrist, and jerked +him from his seat. The next moment he lay writhing on the sidewalk, +under a shower of battering blows dealt with all the power of a fist +that might have done duty for a sledge-hammer; while his worthy +confederate, so far from helping him, drove off as fast as he could go.</p> + +<p>"What's all this?" asked a gruff voice in Russian, as a tall +frieze-coated figure, with the cap and badge of a city policeman, +appeared at Weatherby's elbow.</p> + +<p>The Captain was not much of a Russian scholar, but his expressive signs, +and a glance at the robber's face, soon enlightened the policeman, who +rubbed his big hands gleefully.</p> + +<p>"You've done us a good turn, father, whoever you are. This is the very +fellow we've been looking for, and there's a good big reward offered for +him. Here comes one of my mates, and we'll just bundle the scamp off to +the <i>tchast</i> [police office] at once."</p> + +<p>This was soon done, and Captain Weatherby got his fair share of the +reward, as well as the satisfaction of having been "too smart for a +thieving Russian," which, as he assured his Boston friends on his return +home, was well worth double the money.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_DORMOUSE" id="THE_DORMOUSE">THE DORMOUSE.</a></h2> + +<p>Sometimes when people are asked whether they ever kept tame dormice, +they answer, with a shudder, "Oh dear no!" It then turns out that they +have never seen one, but think, because they dislike common mice and +rats, that these must also be disagreeable animals, and are quite +surprised to hear that they are not really mice, but belong to the +squirrel tribe. They were always great favorites with us, and we have +had a long succession of them as pets ever since we were babies. What +can be prettier than the fat, round little things, with their soft +red-brown hair, long furry tails, white chests, and great black eyes?</p> + +<p>Bertha tells me that the first thing she can remember doing in her whole +life is running about the room, tossing her pinafore up and down, to the +great delight, as she supposed, of a dormouse that was in it, and then +suddenly seeing him clambering up the table-cloth at the other side of +the room.</p> + +<p>The first dormouse that I can remember was one called Mouffette. He also +belonged to Bertha. He was so tame that she used to put him in a doll's +cart, with a tiny whip in one hand and the reins in the other, and draw +it round the garden; and she often walked about out-of-doors with the +little thing on her shoulder. Another was very fond of cream, though it +was said to be bad for his health, and was sometimes allowed to drink it +out of a tiny ivory cup that he held in his hand.</p> + +<p>At one time, when both my sisters had a dormouse, my father said that +whichever of them learned first to work a shirt front very nicely should +have a beautiful new cage for her pet. Unfortunately, Emily's "Bear" +had, two days before, got loose, and ran up the bedroom chimney, and +since then nothing had been seen or heard of him; so she was very +unhappy, thinking that if she did get a new cage, there would be no +dormouse to put in it. However, that evening, as they were going to bed, +they heard a little noise in the chimney, and presently down walked +Master Bear into his cage, which had been placed on the hob, and began +to eat nuts.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h4><a name="MILDREDS_BARGAIN" id="MILDREDS_BARGAIN">[Begun in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 58, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h2>MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</h2> + +<h3>A Story for Girls.</h3> + +<h3>BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter IV</span>.</h3> + +<p>Mildred thought she had never seen anything finer than the beautiful +hall and staircase at Miss Jenner's. She scarcely felt her foot fall on +the rich dark carpets as she made her way up stairs into a beautiful +old-fashioned room where half a dozen young people were congregated, +laying aside their wraps. They were talking and laughing gayly, and +Mildred recognized them as the daughters of the "leading people" in +Milltown—girls about her own age or a little younger, to whom she had +constantly sold ribbons or laces, or the "newest thing" in mantles. Poor +Milly felt the pink coloring all her face, as she stood among them, some +way feeling shut out. She was not old enough nor wise enough to realize +the honorable side of her own life and its hard work; she thought only +of what their feelings would be were they to recognize in her one of +"Hardman's" girls. But as no one knew her, two or three whispered +together, wondering who the pretty lady-like stranger could be, and as +they all went down the oak stairs together, one of the girls spoke to +her in a friendly, good-humored way. Milly was glad of company as she +found herself at the door of the long, beautiful room in which Miss +Jenner stood waiting for her young friends. The eyes of the poor little +"sales-woman" were dazzled by the quiet elegance of the room—the many +pictures, the statuary, and articles of <i>virtu</i> from many lands. Milly +forgot even her fright and her intense consciousness of her gray silk in +her pleasure at these novel sights.</p> + +<p>"So you found your way here, Mildred," Miss Jenner said, in her brusque +though kindly voice. "Well, I'm glad to see you. Now come and let me +introduce you to my niece, for this is <i>her</i> company."</p> + +<p>Mildred found herself following Miss Jenner into a pretty half-shaded +room at the end of the parlor. A young girl of about fifteen, very +slight and delicate, but exceedingly pretty, was seated there, with one +or two young people near her.</p> + +<p>"Alice," said Miss Jenner, using a tone so soft that Mildred could not +believe it was her new friend's voice, "this is Mildred Lee: I want you +to make great friends with her."</p> + +<p>The young girl stretched out a slim hand with something uncertain in her +gesture. As Mildred took it, Miss Jenner whispered, with a deep sigh, +"She is <i>blind</i>."</p> + +<p>Mildred felt full of compassion for the poor young girl, who, surrounded +by so much that was beautiful, could see and understand nothing of it; +but she speedily found that Alice Jenner took the keenest delight in +conversation. As they were left by themselves half an hour, Mildred +found it a pleasant task to entertain her. She described for her +amusement the little company, the dresses, the effect of everything, +finally drifting into her own affairs, and avowing her position at Mr. +Hardman's. Alice listened with delight; Milly's life was so different +from hers.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I should think so," sighed Milly, glancing around at the +luxurious, warmly tinted rooms; then she remembered the young girl's +infirmity.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, Milly," said Alice, "you would not change with me."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 282px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="282" height="300" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">MILDRED AT THE PARTY.</span> +</div> + +<p>When tea was announced, Milly found it hard to leave her new friend, but +she thoroughly enjoyed the bountiful and sumptuous meal to which they +all sat down. Later, games were played in which Alice could join, and +finally Miss Jenner's nephew, a tall boy a little older than Milly, was +called over to take her to the library. Mildred never had seen such a +room as that library. Not only were there all the books she had most +wanted to read, but there were photographs of every place under the sun, +and engravings of all the great masters she had heard her father talk +about. So keenly interested was she in it all, that young Jenner went +away, bringing back his blind sister, and begging Milly to "describe it +all to Alice." Nothing could have pleased her better, and so the three +bent over a book of engravings, Alice listening eagerly while Mildred +explained each picture in elaborate detail. Roger Jenner begged Mildred +not to pause, even though ice-cream was being handed around in the +parlor—he would go and bring in Alice's and her own share. He returned +speedily, followed by a servant carrying a tray with the ices and +delicious cups of hot chocolate upon it. Roger was divided between +listening to an account of Raphael's St. Cecilia and the duty of handing +Mildred her chocolate, while Milly absently stretched out her fingers +for the cup. It was an instant's awkwardness on both sides, followed by +a little cry from Milly, and a stare of horror from Roger. The cup of +boiling chocolate poured in a brown stream down the front of her gray +silk dress.</p> + +<p>Poor Mildred! I am afraid, in spite of Roger's anxious apologies and her +own instinctive politeness, she looked very miserable. The rest of the +evening hung but heavily on her hands. Alice easily dismissed the +subject, not guessing of how much importance one silk dress could be to +any one, little knowing the misery in her companion's mind. Mildred +tried to continue her narrations, but she was glad when the room filled, +and Alice's chair became a general centre; still more pleased when it +came time for her to go home, and she could again wrap her water-proof +over her new dress, and feel it hidden. Miss Jenner had certainly been +very kind. Even one or two hours in such a beautiful house was enough to +fill her with delight, and Alice and Roger were charming companions; but +Milly, as she stood in the dressing-room, felt somehow the evening had +not been a success, and her comfort received its last shock on +overhearing two of the "leading" young ladies whisper to a third, "Why, +that girl in the gray silk dress is one of Hardman's clerks. How <i>could</i> +Miss Jenner have invited her? And see how she's all dressed up." Mildred +felt rather than saw the sneering looks which followed her out of the +room. Poor child! her heart under the much-prized dress was beating with +mortification and disappointment as she went down stairs. Miss Jenner +said very little about seeing her again, and when she joined Joe in the +hall, she found him in a most unamiable mood.</p> + +<p>"What is it, Joey?" said Milly, as they went out of the gate. Come what +might, Mildred was always a thoughtful, gentle elder sister.</p> + +<p>"Why, the landlord's been in," Joe said, sulkily, "and he says we <i>must</i> +pay in advance after this. I <i>wish</i> the day could come, Mil," added the +boy, "when <i>I</i> could get a place in at Hardman's."</p> + +<p>Poor Milly gave a little groan. "Don't say that, dear," she said. +"People talk of <i>my</i> being there as if it was a disgrace. Don't bother +about Mr. Stiles, Joey; I'll see him to-morrow."</p> + +<p>Deborah was waiting up to hear Milly's account of the party, and was +wrathful at the girl's running quickly up stairs, not knowing what she +had to conceal. Once in her own room, Milly looked eagerly at the +stained silk. It was hopelessly ruined! Chocolate she knew never would +submit to any cleansing, and so she put it away with a sigh, feeling she +had paid dearly for one evening's finery. For the first time since her +bargain, the thought of the thirty dollars weighed like a guilty secret +on her heart. She could not sleep, but after going to bed lay thinking +of the weekly visit she must receive from that bold, hard-featured +woman.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="THAT_SMALL_PIECEE_BOY_FROM_CHINA" id="THAT_SMALL_PIECEE_BOY_FROM_CHINA"></a> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="400" height="377" alt="" /> +</div> + +<h2>THAT SMALL PIECEE BOY FROM CHINA.</h2> + +<h3>BY MRS. LIZZIE W. CHAMPNEY.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">'Twas a little Asiatic</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Sitting sadly on the deck,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Who with wailings loud, emphatic,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Watched his home fade to a speck,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">While his saffron-hued complexion</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Altered to deep olive green,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And the tears of retrospection</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In his almond eyes were seen.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Still he scanned the far horizon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Touching neither bread nor meat;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And we feared that he would die soon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">For we could not make him eat.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Sympathy, and e'en religion,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Had for him no hope or cheer.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Speakee you too much fool pigeon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Better China home than here.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Me no likee English junkee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">English chowchow too no nice.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Why no can some roasted monkey?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">What for not some piecee mice?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Number one no washee dishee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Catchee chopsticks scouree bright;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Too much workee, this boy wishee</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Top-side makee, flyee kite."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Make a kite, you foolish fellow,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Kindly then the Captain said.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With delight his cheeks so yellow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Flushed almost to rosy red.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">As he worked, an inspiration</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In his eager fingers burned.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Each on board made his donation,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Every scrap to use was turned.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To begin, the galley scullion</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Gave a worn-out cracked guitar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Which would utter shrieks æolian</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">As the breeze bore it afar;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Slats there were from blinds Venetian,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And a tattered parasol.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Wondered we at such provision,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Sure it could not carry all.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Two old bonnets, an air cushion,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">With a bandbox painted green,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Rockets two, to set it rushing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And an ancient crinoline,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Wings from a torn old umbrella,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">While a tail of many rags</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Showed in its red, white, and yellow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">He had stol'n the signal flags.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Vain our taunts, our sneers invidious,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">For each day the structure grew</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Stronger, vaster, and more hideous,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Yet more awful to the view.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Cloven tongue all barbed and hissing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And a snaky horned wig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Goggle eyes revolving, whizzing</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In a fiery whirligig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Till with joy Kong's face resembled</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">A great orange sent from Seville.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">All who saw the kite now trembled,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">'Twas so very like a devil.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And Kong scanned the far horizon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Till from out the western main</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Rose a black and threatening typhoon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And it blew a hurricane.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">On the poop Kong danced ecstatic,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And he gave his demon string.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">As it tugged with curve erratic</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Loud and clear we heard him sing:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"No more chowchow mutton hashee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Soon me suck fat shark tail fin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Soon one pigtail full of cashee</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Me give cumshaw Joss, Pekin;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Soon me sing my China sing-song,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Chowchow nice bird-nest pudding.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ha quai, fly, go top-side Chin chong</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Choy, old English junk. Chin chin."</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="700" height="404" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Shrieked we all in accents frantic,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">"Oh, come back, you China boy!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Vain: he soared o'er the Atlantic</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In a straight course for Amoy.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And the soldiers of Gibraltar</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Saw him whizzing through the sky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Like a bomb-shell to the assault, or</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">A gigantic comet high.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And the tempest waged still windier</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">As he crossed the great canal,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Till, with but a glance at India,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">He reached safe the China wall.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">There, in a pagoda finer</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Far than I can tell or write,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">That small piecee boy from China</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Now reposes with his kite.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"></a> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="600" height="258" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Darlington Heights, Virginia</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>My papa says there is no difficulty in painting magic-lantern +slides with water-color paints, and the design can easily be made +without using those dangerous chemicals. He used to make slides in +this way when he was a boy: Take a slip of glass of the proper +size, and cover one side with a coat of mastic varnish, and let it +dry well. Then make your sketch on a piece of white paper, and lay +your slide over it, and trace the outlines on the glass with a fine +camel's-hair brush and India ink. Now mix your water-colors with +thin gum water, and you will find you can paint quite well on the +varnished surface. If there is any difficulty, a little ox-gall, +which can be bought at any paint shop, will make it right. All the +details must be carefully painted with a very fine brush, as the +magic lantern magnifies all defects. Only transparent colors, like +gamboge, Prussian blue, lakes, and madders, can be used. The slides +should be finished by covering all the glass, except the figures, +with black oil-paint, and adding another coat of varnish to the +slide.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry J</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Stalybridge, Lancashire, England</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a little English girl nine years old; I have a kind auntie in +America, who sends us <span class="smcap">Harper's Bazar</span> and <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. My sisters +and I are delighted with them. My papa has some very kind cousins +in Kentucky. Cousin S—— has invited us to go and see him, and +have some of his nice fruit, and mamma says we may some time if we +are good. We call him uncle, because we love him so. He sent some +American flour to papa, who keeps a store here, and we have had one +hundred barrels of American apples, and are going to have more. We +have the Stars and Stripes and Union-Jack at papa's store, and the +children here call it the "'Merica shop."</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Louise Mary K</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Mankato, Kansas</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have lived in this place ten years. I am eleven years old. A +great change has taken place here since I came. Not long ago this +was the Indians' country. We could see traces of them, and often +felt afraid. Buffalo, antelopes, and wolves were very numerous, and +frequently ran past our house. Nearly everybody lived in "dug-outs" +then, but now things are beginning to look civilized. We have a +railroad, and churches and school-houses. People are building fine +houses, and everything is progressing rapidly. Papa and mamma have +lived in Kansas for twenty-one years.</p> + +<p>We have a large cat and a mocking-bird, which are on very friendly +terms with each other, and will often eat together from the same +dish.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Eleanor W</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Lancaster, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Here are two pretty botanical experiments, which may be new to some +readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. Place a sponge of any size in a saucer, +which must be kept filled with water. Sprinkle some canary-seed on +the top of the sponge, and in a short time it will sprout and +become a beautiful bunch of long green grass.</p> + +<p>A crocus bulb, if wrapped in cotton and placed in a saucer of +water, will in course of time sprout and bloom.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Carl R. E</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>When I was seven years old my brother, my two sisters, and myself +were presented with four white Angora rabbits. Two were lost, but +before long the other pair had five little ones, and in time there +were nineteen.</p> + +<p>Two summers ago we visited the White Mountains. I had a baby +rabbit which I liked better than any of the others, so I took it +with me. It was very tame, and would follow me everywhere. Its +name was Snowball. It lived on bread, milk, clover, and other +greens, and it liked candy as well as I do. I took it to the White +Mountains in a basket with a little hay in it. When we reached +there, Snowball was very tired, and I put it to bed. We were among +the mountains eleven days, and Snowball grew very fat before we +came home.</p> + +<p>I never let it out in the rain; but one day it ran out when I did +not know it; I caught it, and was carrying it up stairs to comb +and dry its hair, when it fell backward from my shoulder and +dislocated its back. I had to have it killed with chloroform. It +was stuffed, and is now in my room.</p> + +<p>In the winter all of my rabbits died except eight, and the day I +went back to the country those were left out-of-doors in a coop. +In the morning when I went to feed them they were all dead. A dog +had broken into the coop in the night. That was the end of my +beautiful rabbits, and I can not tell of my great sorrow.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">H. F. White</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">San Jose, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am eleven years old, and I delight to read <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I like +it better and better every week.</p> + +<p>We have just returned from a pleasure-trip all over California. It +was delightful eating oranges from the trees in Los Angeles, and +catching trout in the beautiful streams in the Sierra Nevada +Mountains.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Tommie H</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Occidental, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I live in the far West, among the redwoods of Sonoma County, +seventy miles from San Francisco, on the North Pacific Coast +Railroad. There are a number of saw-mills here, and there are large +redwood trees, some of which are over twelve feet through. Some of +the pine-trees will make seventeen cords of four-foot wood.</p> + +<p>Not far from our house there is one of the highest railroad +bridges in the State. It is one hundred and thirty-seven and a +half feet from the creek to the roadway.</p> + +<p>We have several kinds of wild animals around here.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">S. Edward E</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Trinity, Louisiana</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I live in a little town called Trinity, because it is built where +three rivers meet. We have an overflow here nearly every year, and +have lots of fun going about in boats, but we generally get tired +before the water goes off the ground.</p> + +<p>I am ten years old. I have five sisters and four brothers. We do +not go to school, but have a governess. We had a pet deer, but it +died the first cold weather. I have been taking music lessons +seven months, and can play a few pieces. We all like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> +very much.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Retta S</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Sunbury, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have never written to <span class="smcap">Young People</span> before, and now I want to tell +about my flowers. I raised over one hundred and fifty plants from +slips last summer. I like the light blue heliotrope better than any +other house plant, so I have propagated about twenty-five plants of +that.</p> + +<p>I had a rabbit given to me recently. I call it Dicky. It eats +turnips, cabbage, and apples.</p> + +<p>I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. "Out of the Woods" was a splendid +story. I am thirteen years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mary R</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I wish to tell all the correspondents that, as I have exchanged +postage stamps with a great many, I have now no more duplicates +left, and will not be able to supply any more boys.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">G. C. Wiggin</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am all out of curiosities now, and can not exchange them any +longer, but I would like to exchange postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Teddy Smith</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">641 Cass Avenue, Detroit, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I live on the great prairies of Dakota, not far from the pipe-stone +quarries. It is said to be the only place in the world where +pipe-stone is found. It is used by the Indians for making pipes, +rings, beads, and other things. I would like to exchange specimens +of pipe-stone for sea-shells, ocean curiosities, Egyptian postage +stamps, foreign coins, or Indian relics.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George F. Smith</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of Allen Smith, P. O. Box 38,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Aurora, Brookings County, Dakota.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>The following exchanges are also offered by correspondents:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Relics gathered on the ancient sites of Onondaga Indian villages +for Indian relics from other localities, ocean curiosities, or +minerals.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Lyman H. Norton</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Plainville, Onondaga County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>California birds' eggs for eggs from other localities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fannie W. Rogers</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Gilroy, Santa Clara County, California.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Crochet patterns and postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Tessie Lindsay</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Wappingers Falls, Dutchess County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks, minerals, sea-shells, coins, and other curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George J. Anthony</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">235 First Street, Jersey City, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps and postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Leslie I. Ray</span>, Ishpeming, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign postage stamps. A stone from New York State, for one from +any other State except New Jersey.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Edwin M. Cox, Jun</span>.,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Spuyten Duyvel, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps and sea-shells.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Walter Mandell</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">666 Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign postage stamps for Indian relics and other curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">A. H. Van Buskirk</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">429 East Fifty-eighth Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Stones, stamps, and coins.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles Stewart</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">North Evanston, Cook County, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Annie P. Carrier</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Shady Side, Pittsburgh, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks, Indian arrow-heads, or specimens of iron, copper, or +nickel ores from Norway, for birds' eggs or foreign postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Gertrude A. Arnold</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">177 North Pearl Street, Buffalo, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>An open boll of cotton, exactly as grown on the stalk, for foreign +stamps or coin.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Joseph Hawkins</span>, Prosperity, S. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>About six hundred postage stamps and an international stamp album +for a scroll saw.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">A. S. Wettach</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 891, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">James H. Dewson</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">113 Schermerhorn Street, Brooklyn, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps and relics.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">John A. Selkirk</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">132 First Street, Albany, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Robert Kreider</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 119, Mauch Chunk, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Pressed leaves and ferns, or postmarks, for leaves and ferns from +other localities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Agnes</span> and <span class="smcap">Carrie Rauchfuss</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Golconda, Pope County, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">O. M. Freeman</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Albion, Providence County, R. I.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Indian arrow-heads for birds' eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Isobel Jacob</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Darlington Heights, Prince Edward Co., Va.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks for different kinds of buttons.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Emma Radford</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Gloversville, Fulton County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Minerals, fossils, and ferns.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ruthe S. Collin</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Cornell College, Mount Vernon, Iowa.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fred Harris</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">322 East Fifty-seventh Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">S. D. Wright</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of J. B. Wright,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Insects and postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Grace Sturtevant</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">South Framingham, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Pieces of crystallized starch from what is said to be the largest +starch factory in the world, dovetailed pieces of wood from a large +box manufactory, or pebbles and stones from Lake Ontario, for +specimens of workmanship from any manufacturing establishment in +the United States, or minerals.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George D. Gillett</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">136 West Fourth Street, Oswego, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Twenty postmarks for ten foreign postage stamps. No duplicates.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">John V. L. Pierson</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Bloomfield, Essex County, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Louis <span class="smcap">Huicq</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Hoboken, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Minerals, fossils, birds' eggs, and foreign and United States +postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Arthur Milliken</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Emporia, Kan.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Stones from Utah and Germany, and Indian arrow-heads for birds' +eggs or stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry Everett</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">2447 Cottage Grove Avenue, Chicago, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Iron, lead, zinc, sulphur, and magnetic iron for curiosities, other +ores, or stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Edwin Heilig</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Wytheville, Wythe County, Va.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Allan J. Houghton</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 619, Washington, D. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Michigan postmarks and minerals and shells from the Atlantic Ocean +for shells and curiosities from the Pacific coast.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Robert J. Lasier</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">124 Fort Street West, Detroit, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Willie J. F</span>.—Club or Acme. For full information, see advertisement of +Peck & Snyder, or Barney & Berry, in our columns.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Willie F. W</span>.—1. Twenty-five-cent gold pieces have been coined by the +United States, but they have never been in general circulation.—2. +There is no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> work on practical book-binding from which the business can +be learned. Your best way would be to make the acquaintance of some +book-binder, and get him to show you the process. There are excellent +works on ornamental book-binding, but they are expensive, and would be +of no use to an amateur.—3. No. Each kind has its partisans.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Boatman</span>.—Full directions for making a flat-bottomed boat will soon be +given in <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, with working diagrams.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clifton J</span>.—To make a toboggan take a thin birch board about five feet +long and a foot and a half wide. Steam one end to turn up, and secure +the curve by stout cord or wire. This primitive sled, which is an +invention of the Canadian Indians, is used only on crusted snow, and is +steered with two short sticks held firmly in the hands.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">H. H. Henry</span>.—Pekin, the capital city of China, is situated in the +province of Chili. Its population is estimated from 1,648,000 to +2,000,000, but it is impossible to arrive at an exact statement.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ida L. G</span>.—See answer to Miriam B. and others in Post-office Box of +<span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 52.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">N. L. Jones</span>.—Land lizards feed on small insects. If you have house +plants, and allow the lizards liberty to run among them, they will keep +them free from lice and small worms, which often do great injury to the +leaves.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">C. W. M</span>.—You can send soil or other specimens in a small box by mail.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lucy Wilson, L. L. G., N. B. Greene, and many Others</span>.—Write and make +your inquiries from the correspondents with whom you wish to exchange.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dear Friends</span>,—About a fortnight ago, when we boys and girls of the +"Children's Hour" were busy at our drawing and painting, Miss +Donlevy, our teacher, told us we had all been invited to visit +Harper's Building.</p> + +<p>You may just think we clapped our hands with delight, and made +considerable noise for a minute or two, but then we promised to +behave very quietly.</p> + +<p>When the day came, we all, with our teacher, took the Third Avenue +elevated car, and whizzed down in no time to Franklin Square, and +soon found ourselves mounting up the winding stairs to the office +of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p> + +<p>We had all been wondering whether we should have to look +dignified, and mind our p's and q's, supposing the editor was +oldish and wore spectacles; he wasn't, though, for he was young, +and as kind and friendly as if he was one's own grown-up brother +or cousin, and let us ask questions until I guess his ears ached +and his head spun.</p> + +<p>The girls took off their cloaks and the boys their overcoats, and +piled them up on a chair. The editor took us to the art +department, where we were introduced to the art critic and an +artist famous for drawing grasses and flowers and landscapes. As +they were only talking, we went into the next room to see artists +at work. One had a small block of box-wood on his desk, covered +with a transparent paper, called gelatine paper; on this was +traced in red pencil a picture of a house and trees. He was going +over all the red lines with a pointed instrument. When the +gelatine paper was lifted off, there were the lines faintly cut in +the wood. Then the artist took a lead-pencil and went over the cut +lines with it; next came shading the picture with a brush and +India ink. When we had watched them doing this we were all marched +off to the engraving department.</p> + +<p>What busy people engravers are! There they sat, looking as if they +thought there wasn't a thing in the world to be looked at but the +block picture on the padded cushion before them. All the engravers +had shades over their eyes, and were looking through +magnifying-glasses at their work.</p> + +<p>One of them let me look through his, and, whew! how big the things +looked! I saw in a minute that all the parts of the block are cut +away except the parts marked by the lead-pencil and brush; these +must stand up higher than the rest of the wood, to take the ink +for printing. But I tell you what seemed like magic—taking a +proof. The proof-taker just laid the engraved block picture on its +back in his press, and ran an inked roller over its face; then he +laid a sheet of paper on it; then he pulled the press down on it, +and it only took a second's pressure; when he lifted up the press +and took the paper out, there was the loveliest picture of a baby +sitting in a high chair. All the class wanted one immediately, but +we had no time to wait; so away we marched up some more winding +stairs to the "composing-room." Now you mustn't think that's where +they compose stories; it's only the place for setting up type, and +such work.</p> + +<p>Here a number of young men were filling small iron things, called +"sticks," with type; as each stick was loaded, the types were +taken out in a bunch and put into a tray called a "galley." This +is called "composing." Stickful after stickful was arranged, until +a page of type lay there. It seemed all spelled backward, to make +it come out right when printed.</p> + +<p>The "galley man" then inked this page of type, and struck off a +proof for each of us, just as the picture proof was struck off +down stairs. As this page was only a letter from a doll, I didn't +care much for it, but all the girls just went wild over it; +however, I took one for the curiosity's sake; for what fellow is +there cares for dolls?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> is not printed right from these type, as I +thought when the proofs were being made for us, for the type would +soon wear off. A wax mould is made from each page of set-up type. +I asked the editor what good a soft wax thing like that mould +could be, so he took us all into a wonderful room, where they make +copper plates from the wax moulds. We had only been there a minute +or two when the foreman asked us if we'd like to see him strike +lightning. In the middle of the room stands a large bath of glass, +with a smaller one inside of it filled with a dark blue liquid. +Joined to it were some broad bands of copper, reaching nearly to +the ceiling. Well, the foreman touched one of these belts with +some kind of a bar of metal, and right away the sparks flew, and +there came flashes like lightning. Of course some of the girls ran +away, and one of the boys ran too.</p> + +<p>We boys staid, and the foreman showed us how the wax moulds were +hung in the blue-vitriol water, with plates of copper hanging near +them. Somehow—I can not understand exactly how—the electricity +makes the copper dissolve and fall in powder on the wax, where it +hardens; when it is taken out of this bath it is a beautiful +copper picture, black on the front and red on the under side.</p> + +<p>We were told the under or hollow side would next be filled in with +lead, just as boys fill in a bullet mould. We were only allowed to +peep into the lead-melting room, where we saw a great caldron +filled with boiling lead. I would have liked to give it a good +stir up with the big ladle, but of course didn't ask the favor. +This built-up copper plate is very strong, and any number of +pictures or letters—for they make moulds and plates of both—can +be printed from them.</p> + +<p>Then the editor said we should see the men printing from these +plates, fastened into iron frames called "forms." So down ever so +many winding stairs we travelled, until we came to a dark +under-ground room, where the "Hoe" printing-presses are. Whew! +what a whizzing and buzzing there was!</p> + +<p>We all stood around a great big machine, and the editor kindly +lifted us up in turn so we might all see it. On the top, on a +large metal plate, the white paper is laid, the plate moves +forward, and up come a lot of shining steel prongs that catch the +paper and drag it under so you can't see it. Just then, below, at +the other side, we caught sight of a large "form" with the metal +plate of type, or text, and pictures of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> in +it. It seemed to know just what to do, for it moved toward the +sheet of paper, which was somewhere down under the rollers, and +the next thing we saw was the sheet coming out at the other end on +a wooden frame, which lifted up and turned it over on a pile which +had been printed before we came in. Just think, boys and girls: +that press can turn out two thousand <span class="smcap">Young People</span> in an hour!</p> + +<p>We only took a peep at the two big "Corliss" steam-engines that +were making the whole thing go. Here some of the girls were afraid +again; so, as it was near twelve o'clock, we hurried up the +winding stairs again to see the folding and binding and +"marbleizing" done.</p> + +<p>The folding-machine is just the cleverest thing. The sheet is laid +on a moving roller which carries it over to a second and then a +third roller, and it goes in and out, and the first thing you know +it drops down in a trough at the side, all nicely folded, and cut, +too, for binding.</p> + +<p>Then we saw a lot all ready for the sewers. Well, I think I never +saw needles fly like those that the girls were sewing the leaves +in lots with. Fifty-two <span class="smcap">Young Peoples</span> sewed together make a pretty +fat-looking book, but when it is put in a heavy press it comes out +looking considerably slimmer. Next we saw the fly-leaves +marbleized. My! but wasn't it pretty! A man stood in front of a +large square bath filled with gum and water. There were lots of +cans around, filled with red, blue, yellow, green, and other +colored paints. First he dipped his brush in the red and shook it +over the gum water—the drops made circles of red—then he shook +yellow spots with another brush; then blue, till the top of the +water was beautifully spotted. Next he took what looked like a +very big comb and stroked the water softly, so all the colors took +curious long shapes; then he stroked it the other way with a finer +comb, until it had a pretty peacock-feather pattern on it, and was +ready for the paper, which he just laid flat on top of the gay +water, and then hung it up to dry for fly-leaves.</p> + +<p>After that we watched the men brush paste on the backs of the +books, put the covers on, and place them in presses to make the +paste stick. We couldn't wait to see them come out of the presses, +so we thanked the editor, and started for home. Some of the girls +said they would know how to mend books now when the covers came +off. Every one of them said they were going to marbleize paper +when they got home; but I know something more tip-top than that: +<i>I'm</i> going to rig up a machine to strike lightning. And now, dear +friends, I must say good-by.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Frank E. F</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Favors are acknowledged from E. D. Kellogg, C. W. Seagar, A. D. H., Ben +J. R., Phebe O'Reilly, T. F. Weishampel, H. G. M., Ellie Earle, F. D. +Crane, Willy Rochester, Nellie E. Owen, Lydia M. Bennett, Mary Daucy, +Willie A. Scott, Albert K. Hart, Bobbie C. Horntager, Dany J. O., T. N. +Jamieson, Belle Dening, Joe T. P., Freddie C. Y., Mamie S., Eva M. +Moody, Gracie E. Stevens.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from Charles Gaylor, Mabel +Lowell, The Dawley Boys, Alice Ward, Tom Kelley, Jun., Cal I. Forny, +Mark Marcy, George Willie Needham, Walter P. Hiles.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>HALF-SQUARE—(<i>To Mark Marcy</i>).</h3> + +<p class="center">Last.—A bird. To pinch. White. A letter.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mabel</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADES.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">1. I am a plant found in pastures, composed of 8 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 is a little animal.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 6, 7, 8 is a part of the body.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Georgia</span>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">2. I am an animal composed of 9 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 4, 2, 3, 8 is a kind of grain.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 6, 7, 9 is something good to eat.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 5, 1 is aloft.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Maud</span>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">3. I am a city in New England composed of 8 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 1, 2, 3, 4 is a kind of wine.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 5, 6, 7, 8 is to disembark.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mabel</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>RHOMBOID—(<i>To Zelotes</i>).</h3> + +<p>Across.—To stain. A kind of three-masted vessel. Scoffs. A city of +Northern Italy. A part cut to enter a mortise.</p> + +<p>Down.—Always in mischief. An animal. A part of the body. Death. To +repel. To wax. Wrong-doing. A denial. In scorn.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Bolus</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE—(<i>To Rip Van Winkle</i>).</h3> + +<p>A lake in the United States. A city in South America. An African +sea-port. A river in Scotland. In Hamburg. A river in Russia. A city in +Italy. A country in South America. A city in South America. Centrals +read downward spell the name of a country in South America.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Owlet</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 59.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">H</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">R</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">S</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<p class="center">North Pole.</p> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">o</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">t</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">o</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">n</td><td align="left">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">a</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">i</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="center">J</td><td align="center">ean D'Ar</td><td align="center">C</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">rsul</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">amartin</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">I</td><td align="center">socrate</td><td align="center">S</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">rani</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">chille</td><td align="center">R</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p class="center">Julius Cæsar.</p> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">Y</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">Y</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">N</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">S</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span>, 4 cents; 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Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="FUNNY_FLIRTATION_CARDS" id="FUNNY_FLIRTATION_CARDS">FUNNY FLIRTATION CARDS.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY FRANK BELLEW.</h3> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="400" height="197" alt="" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 1.</span> +</div> + +<p>Charley Sparks is one of those sunshiny young fellows who occasionally +come beaming upon us out of the gloom and mist of this rather foggy +world. He always has a smile, and generally something new in the way of +a puzzle, or a riddle, or a notion of some sort wherewith to amuse his +friends. The other evening he dropped in to see us, with his usual +amount of sunshine to compete with the gas-light in the parlor, but +there was an extra twinkle in his eye which told me that he had +something novel to communicate. There were several of the girls present, +and a couple of friends, one of whom was Maggie Martin, a bright little +brunette, as piquant as a French sauce, and the other a Miss Sarah +Gooch, an amiable maiden lady of about forty-five. After a few words of +greeting, Charley pulled from his pocket a card, of which Fig. 1 is a +copy, and presenting it to Miss Gooch, asked her if she could solve the +enigma. As you will see, it is a very simple rebus, which most people +could readily make out.</p> + +<p>Miss Gooch looked at it steadily for some minutes, and then slowly and +deliberately said, "Eye—yes, eye."</p> + +<p>"That's right," said Charley; "you can dot that eye."</p> + +<p>"Eye," repeated Miss Gooch—"door—sheep. Eye—door—sheep. Well, I +don't see anything in that." Then there was a pause. Charley would not +help her out. "However, I'll try again: eye—oh yes, I see—a +door—sheep."</p> + +<p>"Oh no, you don't," said Charley. "You may like a mutton-chop now and +then, Miss Gooch, but to adore a whole sheep—no, no."</p> + +<p>Miss Gooch tried it again.</p> + +<p>"Eye—a door—sheep—lamb—ram—wether—ewe. Oh, I have it: I adore +you."</p> + +<p>"Do you?" exclaimed Charley, in the most impassioned tones, as he threw +himself on one knee, and seized her hand. "Then I am indeed the happiest +of mortals."</p> + +<p>A box on the ear from the laughing Miss Gooch brought him to his feet, +and terminated the love scene.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="400" height="82" alt="" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 2.</span> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="400" height="84" alt="" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 3.</span> +</div> + +<p>Before we had all recovered from our merriment at this performance, +Charley approached Maggie Martin with great deference, and handed her +another card, on one side of which was inscribed hieroglyphics like +those on Fig. 2, and on the other side other figures, like those on Fig. +3.</p> + +<p>"Why, you seem to have brought a whole pack of cards with you, Mr. +Sparks," said Maggie.</p> + +<p>"A pack of nonsense you mean," replied Charley.</p> + +<p>"Well, let us look at your nonsense."</p> + +<p>"Oh, this is not nonsense, but the most deadly earnest."</p> + +<p>Maggie turned the card over and over, first looking at one side and then +at the other.</p> + +<p>"Are these inscriptions taken from the Obelisk?" she queried, archly.</p> + +<p>"No; they are copied from an inscription carved upon my heart."</p> + +<p>"Oh, another stone, eh?"</p> + +<p>"I wish it were a stone"—with a sigh. "But try my puzzle. I am deeply +interested in it."</p> + +<p>Maggie turned it over and over, held it edgeways this side and edgeways +the other, but could make nothing of it.</p> + +<p>"I am surprised you can not find it out," said Charley; "it is very +transparent."</p> + +<p>"Transparent? Oh, it is very transparent, is it? I see." And she held it +up to the light, which, shining through the thin card, blended the two +unmeaning inscriptions together so that they revealed distinctly a +sentence, which she began to read:</p> + +<p>"I lo—" Then suddenly checking herself, she said, with a laugh, "No you +don't, Mr. Sparks; you don't trap me into any expression of adoration, +as you did Miss Gooch. But tell me, how do you make these cards?"</p> + +<p>"The simplest thing in the world. You take a piece of thin card-board, +and outline on it in pencil any sentence you wish, as I have done 'I +love you'; then you blacken portions of the letters, as I have also +done, and place the card with its face to a window-pane, so that the +light shining through will show what you have done on the other side. +Complete the letters on the opposite side to the one on which you wrote +the first part of your inscription, and the thing is done."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="400" height="264" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">DOUBT.<br />"Shall I—or—shall I not? Perhaps it would be better to let him go."</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="400" height="261" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE SINGING LESSON.</span> +</div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> It should be explained that the Russian hack carriages have +neither roof nor cover, being merely a seat upon wheels.</p></div></div> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44650 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_001.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_001.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..54ca58d --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_001.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_002.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_002.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d98e679 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_002.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_003.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_003.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9ae7e21 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_003.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_004.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_004.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..68475b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_004.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_005.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_005.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..98d0e7a --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_005.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_006.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_006.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..478ca78 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_006.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_007.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_007.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c96abb4 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_007.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_008.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_008.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f8da7d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_008.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_009.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_009.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a35130 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_009.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_010.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_010.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a91ba1a --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_010.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_011.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_011.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..76db537 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_011.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_012.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_012.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..492e0f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_012.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_013.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_013.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..64c0eb7 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_013.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_014.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_014.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d0867d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_014.jpg diff --git a/44650-h/images/ill_015.jpg b/44650-h/images/ill_015.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..586f4ec --- /dev/null +++ b/44650-h/images/ill_015.jpg diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6312041 --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +This eBook, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be +in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. + +Procedures for determining public domain status are described in +the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. + +No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in +jurisdictions other than the United States. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, January 4, 1881 + An Illustrated Monthly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 12, 2014 [EBook #44650] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 4, 1881 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie R. McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. II.--NO. 62. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, January 4, 1881. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: FISHING THROUGH THE ICE.--DRAWN BY W. R. YEAGER, FROM A +SKETCH BY F. H. TAYLOR.] + +MR. CHALKER'S RUSE. + +BY FRANK H. TAYLOR. + + +Every country boy in New England knows that the village school-house is +generally located upon the top of the bleakest hill in the neighborhood, +and is the sport of every eddying gust of wind that drives down from the +great pine wilderness of Maine, heaping the great drifts across the road +and about the door for the children to break through, and then shake +themselves free of the clinging snow like so many young Newfoundlands. + +And where, by any chance, was there ever a school-house containing a +stove that didn't roast the scholars seated near it, and leave the +others to freeze? + +All wide-awake boys who know the pleasures of skating will agree with me +that however cold and stormy it is upon the hill-tops, the mill-pond +(and what does a village amount to without a mill-pond, indeed?) is +always down in the coziest nook between the hills, where the winds can't +come with more force than is needed to blow the falling flakes across +its smooth surface, piling them in great heaps among the bordering +willows, and leaving the ice in tempting order for "shinny." + +In fact, upon this the coldest morning of the winter, the school-house +on the hill-top is not to be mentioned or thought of in comparison with +mill-ponds for comfort or attractiveness, and it is hardly surprising +that Mr. Chalker, the school-master, walked to and fro in solitary +state, surveying with vexed air an array of vacant desks. + +He was not altogether alone, however, for three boys had fought bravely +through the drifts, and now sat huddled by the red-hot stove, trying +hard to look as though they, at least, didn't think the weather a good +excuse for staying at home to hunt hens' nests in the depths of the +haymow. + +Now School-master Chalker was a shrewd observer, and loved a good joke +as well as any one. He had adopted many original plans of instruction. +He could see one end of the mill-pond, half a mile away from his window, +and as he gazed out upon the bleak waste of snow-clad fields he saw a +couple of small black figures gliding over its surface, and a trace of a +smile shone among his wrinkles as an idea seemed to strike him. + +Perhaps he had recalled the time, ever so many years ago, when he too +was a lad and the "wildest cub in the town," as his father often +declared. Turning to one of the boys, he said, "Ben, it seems to me that +the pond's a much nicer place for us than the school-house to-day. Let's +go fishing. I can't skate, but perhaps I can show you how we used to +catch pickerel down there fifty years ago." + +Ben and his two companions looked at Mr. Chalker with eyes widely +opened, but they soon found that he was in earnest, and they agreed to +the proposition joyfully. + +"Now," said Mr. Chalker, "two of you get out the bob-sled, and heap on +plenty of sticks from the wood-pile. Be sure and get some big ones; and +you, Berton, go down to Mr. Sampson, the miller, with this note. He will +let you have some lines, and a few minnows for bait." + +When the school-house had been properly locked up, and they had started, +dragging the sled after them, it occurred to Ben to suggest a slide. So +all three got upon the wood, and slid away merrily toward the pond. The +road was steep but straight, though near the bottom there was a sharp +curve, where the wind had blown away the snow, leaving a crust of smooth +ice. Over this they sped at a lively pace, Ben steering. Poor Ben +couldn't turn the corner, and in another second the sled, school-master, +and all plunged into the depths of a big drift. Nothing was to be seen +of Mr. Chalker for a moment but his heels; but he shortly emerged, +puffing and laughing heartily, much to the boys' relief, who had begun +to think the fun was all over. But Mr. Chalker shook himself, and +declared he enjoyed it, and was ready to try it over; in fact, he didn't +act a bit like a school-master, but just like a boy let loose--a very +old boy, to be sure, but a very hearty one, for all that. + +It only required a few minutes to cut a couple of round holes in the +ice, and to build a roaring fire upon a platform of heavy sticks and +flat stones--a fire that flung its forked tongues into the keen air in +merry defiance of the Frost King and all his servants. + +The half-dozen boys already on the pond viewed these preparations with +considerable wonder; but gathering courage, finally skated up and warmed +their fingers at the fire. + +Then somewhat more than a dozen other boys looked out from the windows +of the houses scattered along the hill-side, and said something like +this: "Mother, I guess there ain't any school to-day; I don't see any +smoke comin' out of the chimney. Can't I go down to the pond?" + +And an equal number of mothers replied: "Why, of course not. It's much +too cold for you to go out. You said so yourself, and, besides, you +don't feel very well." + +"There's lots of the boys on the pond, mother, an' the skating's +splendid. I don't feel so badly now. Can't I go? I won't stay long. I +think you might let--" + +Upon which all the mothers said, in effect, "Well, do go along; but mind +you don't get into any air-holes." + +Thus, before an hour had passed, nearly all of the boys in the school +were gliding over the pond, or gathered in the group watching Mr. +Chalker and his fishing party. + +Meanwhile the school-master and Ben had enjoyed remarkable luck. Four +fine pickerel lay on the ice, and a fifth (much the biggest ever seen in +the pond, of course) had been lost by Ben in pulling him up. + +Now it occurred to Mr. Chalker that it would be much nicer if everybody +had seats, so he suggested to the boys that they should bring some fence +rails, and sit down in a circle about the fire; all of which was done +with a merry good-will, and Mr. Chalker surveyed them with infinite +satisfaction through his glasses as he hauled in another struggling +victim of his hook. + +"Now," said he, "I see plainly that it is all a mistake to hold school +up there in that uncomfortable building on the hill in such weather as +this, and so I'm going to propose that on all cold days this winter we +shall meet here on the pond and hold our classes; in fact, I think we +may as well begin now." Without further ado the teacher pulled a supply +of spellers from his several capacious pockets, and said, "The first +class in spelling will take seats on this side." + +Then it dawned upon the minds of the boys that they had been fairly +trapped, and they nearly choked with inward laughter as they went +through with spelling, arithmetic, and reading, taking turns at keeping +their toes warm by the fire; and though a big pickerel was doing his +best to carry off one of the lines, none of them dared to pull him up, +for Mr. Chalker looked like a very severe and dignified pedagogue +indeed, and Ben could scarcely realize that he had seen him tumbled head +over heels into a snow-drift but a couple of hours before. + +When he thought that the real lesson of the day had been well impressed +upon the scholars, Mr. Chalker dismissed his school, and as he landed +the last fish, and strung him through the gills with the others upon a +willow twig, he chuckled to himself, "I don't know who's had the most +fun to-day, the boys or the master, but I'll venture to say they'll be +on hand, cold or no cold, after this." + + + + +JOHN'S "CAMEL-BIRD." + +BY LOUISE STOCKTON. + + +"Now," said John, "if you are really good, I'll give you something you +like." + +The ostrich looked at John out of his small bright eyes, and he gave his +dingy-looking plumes a little shake, but he did not stir from the spot +where he was standing; so John took out of his pocket a handful of +nails, and gave one to the ostrich, who immediately swallowed it, and +then bobbed his head down for another, and got it. + +"But you must not be in such a hurry," said John; "it is not good for +your health to eat so fast." + +But really, if any creature can eat nails and screws and bits of glass, +as John's ostrich could, it makes little difference whether it eats fast +or slow. These things, however, never made the ostrich sick. He ate them +just as the canary-bird eats gravel, and they agreed with him. + +After John had finished feeding his ostrich he turned and went into the +house, and the ostrich, knowing he was to get nothing more, put up his +funny little wings, and off he went on his long legs like the wind. No +one tried to stop him, although two or three men stood by, for in the +first place, no one could do it, and in the second, Perry--that was his +name--used to go off this way every day. + +Of course John did not live in this country, but in the southern part of +Africa, where his father was an English officer. Perry was a tame +ostrich, and had been given to John when the boy was quite a little +fellow, and many a good time they had had together. Sometimes they would +go out walking; but Perry was not fond of this, because John went so +slowly, even when he ran. The best arrangement was for John to ride. +Perry would stand perfectly still, and Captain Richards would put John +on his back. John would catch tight hold of Perry's neck, and away they +would go. Go! Why, a race-horse was slow to him. His legs just twinkled +as he ran, and you could no more have seen them than you can count the +spokes in a carriage wheel when it is rapidly turning. Perry was strong +enough to carry Captain Richards, but the Captain could not bear his +speed as John did, for it almost took his breath away; and once, he +said, he began to be afraid he would die before Perry stopped. But John +did not mind it. He liked it, and when he came to England on a visit, +and rode his cousin's pony, he thought it was like going to a funeral. + +When Perry was standing still he was not very handsome. He was dull in +color, and his splendid feathers often looked dingy and ragged. His head +was small, but his legs were so long that when John was seven years old +he did not come to the top of them. When he ran, however, Perry looked +splendid. He held his head firmly, he opened his queer little wings, his +fine plume-like tail was erect, and every feather seemed to make him +swifter and lighter, and he would go round and round like a gust of +wind, and then, swooping closer, would fly back to John for a bit of +iron, or perhaps a handful of grass. + +Captain Richards told John why the ostrich was called the "camel-bird." +The Arabs have a story that a King once said to the ostrich, "Fly," and +it answered, "I can not, for I am a camel." So then he said, "Carry," +and it replied, "I can not, for I am a bird." So, while it has the +endurance of a camel and the swiftness of a bird, it will neither bear a +burden nor fly through the air; and so, as John said, is neither, and +yet both. + +But one thing he could do. He could see very far. Some of the natives +said he could see six miles, but John did not believe that. He thought +no creature could see from his father's house to General Howard's, and +that was only five miles away. + +The one person who did not like Perry was Mrs. Richards. She used to be +afraid to see John mounted on him, and, as she said, if Perry chose to +run off into the wilds with John, who could stop him? + +"But he won't," said her husband. "A tame ostrich is sure to come home +to be fed." + +"Well, he may throw the child off," she would reply. + +"That depends on John himself, and I don't believe he will let go." + +"Very well," she would say, "I am glad you are so content; but if you +had the feelings of a mother you wouldn't be." + +To this Captain Richards could make no reply. He had the feelings of a +father; but then he was a soldier, and was used to taking risks. + +And once Perry, roaming around, looked in a window, and on a table close +by lay Mrs. Richards's coral breast-pin. It was pretty, and it looked +good; so in went Perry's head, and in a flash the pin was down his +throat. + +Then, also, he would eat the little chickens. No one cared how many rats +and grasshoppers he ate, but it was very provoking to have a pretty +little brood of chickens gobbled up by this long-legged camel-bird. Even +John did not like this, and he was glad when his father had a slatted +coop made for the hens and their little ones. For a time all went well, +but suddenly the chicks began to disappear, and then Mrs. Richards set a +man to watch. + +After a while up walked Perry, and stood watching the chickens. +Presently a little one came near the slats. Quick as a flash in went +Perry's head, and _that_ little chicken was gone. + +But they spoiled Perry's fun very quickly, for the men went to work at +once and fixed the coops so Perry could not reach one of the chickens. + +Every year Perry used to lose some of his feathers, and after Mrs. +Richards had saved quite a number of them she sent them to her sister in +London, and told her what to do with the money for which they were to be +sold. + +John knew nothing of it, and you may know he was surprised when one hot +Christmas-day he received a box of books and a fine microscope from +London. He showed them to Perry, but as the ostrich did not seem to care +for them, John gave him all the nails and clamps from the box, and these +Perry really did enjoy. + + + + +THE LOST STANDARD. + +BY LILLIE E. BARR. + + + On the glorious field of Austerlitz + Napoleon stood when the day was o'er; + "Legions of France!" he cried, "pass by, + Bearing your eagles, stained with gore, + And torn with shot; but show to France + _That none are lost_. Advance! advance!" + + Then with a shout the legions rose-- + Napoleon watched them marching by; + Each flung its banner to the breeze, + And proudly sought their Emperor's eye. + Above the surging thousands toss'd + The precious eagles--not one lost. + + _Not one?_ Without its fife and drum + A silent legion sadly tread; + The weary men were dull and dumb-- + There was no flag above their head: + The eagle that Napoleon gave + Floated no longer o'er the brave. + + Then, white with anger, "Halt!" he cried, + And sternly called the legion's name. + "Your eagle, men!--the flag I gave? + Why die you not for very shame? + Life hath been bought at shameful cost, + If honor and your flag are lost." + + With martial tread two veterans step + From out the sad and silent band: + "Sire, we have fought where'er you led, + In Italy, or Egypt's land. + Amid the thickest of the fray, + Our eagle touched the earth to-day. + + "And we, unable to retake, + Pressed where the Russian foe came on-- + Behold, our Emperor! for thy sake + _Two Russian standards_ we have won; + Yet if our honor thou still doubt, + Then let our lives the stain wipe out." + + The Emperor bared his head; then said, + With misty eyes and eager breath: + "Heroes! you've _won_ your eagle now-- + Won it from out the jaws of death. + Pass on! these flags shall bear your name + Among the standards kept by Fame." + + Beneath the Invalides' grand dome + These Russian standards still find room; + 'Mong royal flags of many lands + They droop above Napoleon's tomb. + Such praise and glory have the brave, + Who knew when honor's sign was lost, + At any price, at any cost, + Honor itself to save. + + + + +[Illustration] + +NOBLESSE OBLIGE. + +BY MRS. M. E. SANGSTER. + + + Brownie, old fellow, the grain in the manger + Is yours, and you've earned it. No wonder you stare, + Amazed and displeased, when a pert little ranger + Comes hopping in boldly your dinner to share. + + You beautiful creature! so rugged and steady, + So swift and sure-footed, so willing and wise; + Whoever may need you, so gentle and ready, + I know what you're thinking; it beams from your eyes. + + He ruffles his feathers, this petty intruder, + And arches his crest, and is gallant and gay. + No conduct could possibly seem to you ruder + Than his, as he leisurely stands in your way. + + But you? Why, you'd scorn to be put in a passion; + The cause is too slight. You will patiently wait + Till the satisfied rooster, in vain rooster fashion, + Flies off, without thanks, to some meek little mate. + + The thorough-bred follows the law of his being, + 'Tis only with equals he cares to contend; + He bears with annoyance quite patiently, seeing + That sooner or later annoyance must end. + + + + +BITS OF ADVICE. + +BY AUNT MARJORIE PRECEPT. + +SPENDING MONEY. + + +"I wish I had some to spend!" exclaims Florence, as she reads this +title; "but as I have none, I may as well skip this column of YOUNG +PEOPLE." + +Please read it, Florence. To know how to use money, how to save it, and +how to spend it are very important parts of education. Every penny is an +opportunity, and pennies make dollars. There are very few young ladies +and gentlemen who do not spend a generous sum in the course of the year, +and so often it goes for trifles of no real value that when the year is +over they have nothing to show for it. Take the small sum of ten cents. +It may be expended in chocolate cream drops, and eaten up in a few +minutes. It may be spent in buying a dainty little easel for your +mother's photograph, or a pretty illuminated card, or a gay fan, which, +hung on the wall, will make a vivid bit of color, quite brightening the +room. Down the street there is a crippled boy, who watches you with a +sad, wistful face as you go bounding past his window on your way to +school. Poor Jimmy! the hours move very slowly indeed to him. He is fond +of reading, but he has read all the books he possesses till he knows +them almost by heart. For ten cents you can buy a beautiful story, or a +charming illustrated paper, which will give Jimmy two or three days of +delight. The money which we deny ourselves, that we may bestow some +pleasure on others, always is the best investment, for it returns us the +most true happiness. + +Perhaps you can persuade your parents to give you a small amount weekly +or monthly for your particular expenses. Julia and Arthur, a brother and +sister of my acquaintance, have such a sum, and they are careful to keep +an exact account of all that they buy and all that they give away. Their +pens and pencils, luxuries of every sort, and car fare, as well as their +charity fund, come from this allowance, and they are learning the right +use of money as they never could in any other way. A boy who has a +scroll-saw may earn a little income for himself, if he is industrious, +in his play-time. So may one who has a printing-press. A girl who has +learned to embroider nicely, or to paint cups and saucers, can often +have her own money; and let me tell you, money that is earned by one's +own diligence is much more enjoyed than any other. + +A few years ago little Ailee, a friend of mine, was moulding in clay and +drawing with crayons just for her childish amusement. Last year, though +not eighteen, she was able to buy her entire wardrobe from the proceeds +of her pencil. _Economy_ is a noble word. It does not mean stinginess, +but rather good management of whatever one has, and care in the use of +one's means. + + + + +[Illustration: BRINGING WOOD FOR GRANDPA'S FIRE.] + + + + +[Illustration: OLD BEN COMES TO THE RESCUE.] + +[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.] + +TOBY TYLER; + +OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS. + +BY JAMES OTIS. + +CHAPTER IV. + +THE FIRST DAY WITH THE CIRCUS. + + +When Toby awakened and looked around he could hardly realize where he +was, or how he came there. As far ahead and behind on the road as he +could see, the carts were drawn up on one side; men were hurrying to and +fro, orders were being shouted, and everything showed that the entrance +to the town was about to be made. Directly opposite the wagon on which +he had been sleeping were the four elephants and two camels, and close +behind, contentedly munching their breakfasts, were a number of tiny +ponies. Troops of horses were being groomed and attended to; the road +was littered with saddles, flags, and general decorations, until it +seemed to Toby that there must have been a smash-up, and he now beheld +ruins rather than systematic disorder. + +How different everything looked now, compared to the time when the +cavalcade marched into Guilford, dazzling every one with the gorgeous +display! Then the horses pranced gayly under their gaudy decorations, +the wagons were bright with glass, gilt, and flags, the lumbering +elephants and awkward camels were covered with fancifully embroidered +velvets, and even the drivers of the wagons were resplendent in their +uniforms of scarlet and gold. Now, in the gray light of the early +morning, everything was changed. The horses were tired, muddy, and had +on only dirty harness; the gilded chariots were covered with +mud-bespattered canvas, which caused them to look like the most ordinary +of market wagons; the elephants and camels looked dingy, dirty, almost +repulsive, and the drivers were only a sleepy-looking set of men, who, +in their shirt sleeves, were getting ready for the change which would +dazzle the eyes of the inhabitants of the town. + +Toby descended from his lofty bed, rubbed his eyes to thoroughly awaken +himself, and under the guidance of Ben went to a little brook near by +and washed his face. He had been with the circus not quite ten hours, +but now he could not realize that it had ever seemed bright and +beautiful. He missed his comfortable bed, the quiet and cleanliness, and +the well-spread table; even though he had felt the lack of parents' +care, Uncle Daniel's home seemed the very abode of love and friendly +feeling compared to this condition, where no one appeared to care even +enough for him to scold at him. He was thoroughly homesick, and heartily +wished that he was back in the old town where every one had some slight +interest in him. + +While he was washing his face in the brook he saw some of the boys who +had come out from the town to catch the first glimpse of the circus, and +he saw at once that he was the object of their admiring gaze. He heard +one of the boys say, when they first discovered him, + +"There's one of them, an' he's only a little feller; so I'm going to +talk to him." + +The evident admiration which the boys had for Toby pleased him, and this +pleasure was the only drop of comfort he had had since he started. He +hoped they would come and talk with him, and, that they might have the +opportunity, he was purposely slow in making his toilet. + +The boys approached him shyly, as if they had their doubts whether he +was made of the same material as themselves, and when they got quite +near to him, and satisfied themselves that he was only washing his face +in much the same way that any well-regulated boy would do, the one who +had called attention to him said, half timidly, "Hello!" + +"Hello!" responded Toby, in a tone that was meant to invite confidence. + +"Do you belong to the circus?" + +"Yes," said Toby, a little doubtfully. + +Then the boys stared at him again as if he had been one of the +strange-looking animals, and the one who had been the spokesman drew a +long breath of envy as he said, longingly, "My! what a nice time you +must have!" + +Toby remembered that only yesterday he had thought that boys must have a +nice time with a circus, and he now felt what a mistake that thought +was; but he concluded that he would not undeceive his new acquaintance. + +"And do they give you frogs to eat, so's to make you limber?" + +This was the first time that Toby had thought of breakfast, and the very +mention of eating made him hungry. He was just at that moment so very +hungry that he did not think he was replying to the question when he +said, quickly, "Eat frogs! I could eat anything, if I only had the +chance." + +The boys took this as an answer to their question, and felt perfectly +convinced that the agility of circus riders and tumblers depended upon +the quantity of frogs eaten, and they looked upon Toby with no little +degree of awe. + +Toby might have undeceived them as to the kind of food he ate, but just +at that moment the harsh voice of Mr. Job Lord was heard calling him, +and he hurried away to commence his first day's work. + +Toby's employer was not the same pleasant, kindly-spoken man that he had +been during the time they were in Guilford, and before the boy was +absolutely under his control. He looked cross, he acted cross, and it +did not take the boy very long to find out that he was very cross. + +He scolded Toby roundly, and launched more oaths at his defenseless head +than Toby had ever heard in his life. He was angry that the boy had not +been on hand to help him, and also that he had been obliged to hunt for +him. + +Toby tried to explain that he had no idea of what he was expected to do, +and that he had been on the wagon to which he had been sent, only +leaving it to wash his face; but the angry man grew more furious. + +"Went to wash your face, did yer? Want to set yourself up for a dandy, I +suppose, and think that you must souse that speckled face of yours into +every brook you come to? I'll soon break you of that; and the sooner you +understand that I can't afford to have you wasting your time in washing, +the better it will be for you." + +Toby now grew angry, and not realizing how wholly he was in this man's +power, he retorted: "If you think I'm going round with a dirty face, +even if it is speckled, for a dollar a week, you're mistaken, that's +all. How many folks would eat your candy if they knew you handled it +over before you washed your hands?" + +"Oho! I've picked up a preacher, have I? Now I want you to understand, +my bantam, that I do all the preaching as well as the practicing myself, +and this is about as quick a way as I know of to make you understand +it." + +As the man spoke he grasped the boy by the coat collar with one hand, +and with the other he plied a thin rubber cane with no gentle force to +every portion of Toby's body that he could reach. + +Every blow caused the poor boy the most intense pain, but he determined +that his tormentor should not have the satisfaction of forcing an outcry +from him, and he closed his teeth so tightly that not a single sound +could escape from his mouth. + +This very silence enraged the man so much that he redoubled the force +and rapidity of his blows, and it is impossible to say what might have +been the consequences had not Ben come that way just then, and changed +the aspect of affairs. + +"Up to your old tricks of whipping the boys, are you, Job?" he said, as +he wrested the cane from the man's hand, and held him off at +arm's-length to prevent him from doing Toby any more mischief. + +Mr. Lord struggled to release himself, and insisted that since the boy +was in his employ, he should do with him just as he saw fit. + +"Now look here, Mr. Lord," said Ben, as gravely as if he was delivering +some profound piece of wisdom: "I've never interfered with you before; +but now I'm going to stop your games of thrashing your boy every morning +before breakfast. You just tell this youngster what you want him to do, +and if he don't do it, you can discharge him. If I hear of your flogging +him, I shall attend to your case at once. You hear me?" + +Ben shook the now terrified candy vender much as if he had been a child, +and then released him, saying to Toby as he did so, "Now, my boy, you +attend to your business as you ought to, and I'll settle his account if +he tries the flogging game again." + +"You see, I don't know what there is for me to do," sobbed Toby, for the +kindly interference of Ben had made him show more feeling than Mr. +Lord's blows had done. + +"Tell him what he must do," said Ben, sternly. + +"I want him to go to work and wash the tumblers, and fix up the things +in that green box, so we can commence to sell as soon as we get into +town," snarled Mr. Lord, as he motioned toward a large green chest that +had been taken out of one of the carts, and which Toby saw was filled +with dirty glasses, spoons, knives, and other utensils such as were +necessary to carry on the business. + +Toby got a pail of water from the brook, hunted around, and found towels +and soap, and devoted himself to his work with such industry that Mr. +Lord could not repress a grunt of satisfaction as he passed him, however +angry he felt because he could not administer the whipping which would +have smoothed his ruffled temper. + +By the time the procession was ready to start for the town, Toby had as +much of his work done as he could find that it was necessary to do, and +his master, in his surly way, half acknowledged that this last boy of +his was better than any he had had before. + +Although Toby had done his work so well, he was far from feeling happy; +he was both angry and sad as he thought of the cruel blows that had been +inflicted, and he had plenty of leisure to repent of the rash step he +had taken, although he could not see very clearly how he was to get away +from it. He thought that he could not go back to Guilford, for Uncle +Daniel would not allow him to come to his house again; and the hot +scalding tears ran down his cheeks as he realized that he was homeless +and friendless in this great big world. + +It was while he was in this frame of mind that the procession, all gaudy +with flags, streamers, and banners, entered the town. Under different +circumstances this would have been a most delightful day for him, for +the entrance of a circus into Guilford had always been a source of one +day's solid enjoyment; but now he was the most disconsolate and unhappy +boy in all that crowd. + +He did not ride throughout the entire route of the procession, for Mr. +Lord was anxious to begin business, and the moment the tenting ground +was reached, the wagon containing Mr. Lord's goods was driven into the +inclosure, and Toby's day's work began. + +He was obliged to bring water, to cut up the lemons, fetch and carry +fruit from the booth in the big tent to the booth on the outside, until +he was ready to drop with fatigue, and having had no time for breakfast, +was nearly famished. + +It was quite noon before he was permitted to go to the hotel for +something to eat, and then Ben's advice to be one of the first to get to +the tables was not needed. + +In the eating line that day he astonished the servants, the members of +the company, and even himself, and by the time he arose from the table, +with both pockets and his stomach full to bursting, the tables had been +set and cleared away twice while he was making one meal. + +"Well, I guess you didn't hurry yourself much," said Mr. Lord, when Toby +returned to the circus ground. + +"Oh yes, I did," was Toby's innocent reply. "I ate just as fast as I +could;" and a satisfied smile stole over the boy's face as he thought of +the amount of solid food he had consumed. + +The answer was not one which was calculated to make Mr. Lord feel any +more agreeably disposed toward his new clerk, and he showed his +ill-temper very plainly as he said, "It must take a good deal to satisfy +you." + +"I s'pose it does," calmly replied Toby. "Sam Merrill used to say that I +took after Aunt Olive and Uncle Dan'l: one ate a good while, an' the +other ate awful fast." + +Toby could not understand what it was that Mr. Lord said in reply, but +he could understand that his employer was angry at somebody or +something, and he tried unusually hard to please him. He talked to the +boys who had gathered around, to induce them to buy, washed the glasses +as fast as they were used, tried to keep off the flies, and in every way +he could think of endeavored to please his master. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +THE YOUNG ESQUIMAUX. + +BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. + + +"It's no use, Fred." + +"Why not, Rory? We could do it. I just know we could." + +"You and I wouldn't be enough. Besides, we haven't the things, and we +can't get 'em." + +"No white bears, do you mean?" + +"Yes, and no canoes, and spears, and bows and arrows. And look at the +way they're dressed. It's no use playing Esquimaux, and not have +anything to do it with." + +"Now," said Fred, with another long look at the picture in the book, +"you're going for too much. We can get all the boys." + +"Guess we can, now they daren't start another snow-ball match." + +"Think of all the snow, Rory. It's just thawed enough to pack. We can go +back of the orchard and make a snow house as big as that." + +Fred had spent his whole evening, the night before, over that book of +_Arctic_ Voyages, and he had brought it to bear on Rory the first thing +after breakfast. + +"I'll read it when we get home," said Rory; "but I'd better go around +after some boys now." + +"And I'll go and pick out a good place, and start the house." + +The snow was deep enough anywhere that winter, but it was not a very +cold day, and every drift and level was in prime condition for +snow-balling. The difficulty was that too much of that kind of fun had +been going on all the week, and so the grand "match" set for that +Saturday had been forbidden by the Academy Trustees. + +"They'd about half kill themselves if we'd let 'em," had been the solemn +comment of old Squire Garrison, and nobody dreamed of disputing his +decision, for he was President of the Board, and the wisest man in the +village. + +Rory was not gone long, and when he returned, and went through the yard +and garden into the orchard, half a dozen boys were following him. + +Fred had been at work. He had carried out the big wooden snow-shovel and +the grain-scoop shovel and the spade, but the first question Bob Sanders +asked was: + +"Boards? What are they for? You don't want any boards in a snow house." + +"And the Esquimaux don't have any," said Rory. + +Fred had put down four of them flat on the snow, and was now shovelling +a heap of snow upon them from the spot he had chosen for the house. + +"Boards?" he said. "Why, boys, that's our brick-yard." + +"Brick-yard? Snow bricks? What's the saw for? You can't cut snow with a +saw." + +"I'll show you. Just you fellows pile on snow, and bang it down hard +with a spade. We're going to do just what the Esquimaux do." + +"I've brought my own shovel," said Bill Evans, "and so has Barney +Herriman." + +"We want this foundation trodden hard and level first. It's pretty near +ready. Now I'll mark it out." + +There were other boys in that crowd who could beat Fred at some things, +even at base-ball and swimming, and he had not taken a single prize at +the end of the school term; but when it came to "making" anything, he +could step right ahead, and they all knew it. + +It was just as Barney Herriman said: "Come on, boys. Fred Park is boss +of this job." + +He was bossing it, as a matter of course, and it looked as if he knew +pretty well what he was about. + +He stuck a peg in the snow for a centre, and around that, with a string +five feet long and another peg, he marked a circle that was just ten +feet across. + +"Now, boys, there's eight of us, and we can build the biggest snow house +you ever saw. The snow packs splendidly. We'll make our bricks a foot +wide and a foot high and a foot and a half long." + +How they did pile the soft snow upon those boards, now they understood +what they were meant for! + +Bang! stamp! bang! down went the sticky heap, until Fred said he guessed +it would cut. + +"Keep on, boys; pile it up." + +They couldn't help stopping to watch him, though, while he cut out his +first bricks with that saw. It went through the snow so nice and easy, +and Bill Evans remarked, "Can't he handle a saw!" + +He worked away, till a dozen bricks were ready, and he made them a +little shorter on one side than on the other. + +"What's that for?" asked Bob Sanders. But then Bob never opened his +mouth without asking something; and all Fred told him was, + +"So they'll fit around in a circle. The short side goes in." + +"It's the way the Esquimaux do," said Rory. "He read all about it in a +book last night." + +"Go ahead, boys," said Fred. "It'll take just thirty of those bricks to +go around. It won't take so many after that." + +They pounded and shovelled, while he cut and set the bricks, and then he +went all around that circle with the back of the saw, shaving it off so +it sloped inward a little. + +"Won't it let 'em slip off?" asked Bob. + +"Guess not. Don't you see how that one sticks? It only leans in a +little. You'll see. Let's pitch in. The snow's grand." + +So it was--just as if it had been made for bricks; and before long +Barney Herriman found he could saw them out while Fred was putting them +on, so that the house went up faster. + +The round wall curved in and in, but each successive tier of snow bricks +held itself up, just as Fred had seen in the picture of the Esquimaux at +work. + +It was not long before he had to send Rory into the house for a chair to +stand on. + +"I've got to stay inside." + +"Well," said Bob Sanders, "don't you mean to have any door? How'll you +get out after your roof's on?" + +"Give me the saw, and I'll fix that while Rory's gone for the chair." + +It was easy enough to cut a hole two feet square down at the floor, and +Fred said, "We can make a long crawl-hole entry, such as the Esquimaux +use, when we've finished the house." + +"The roof's the toughest part of the job," said Bill Evans. + +He was mistaken in that, however, for the last rounds of bricks were +fitted in just as easily as any others, only Fred made them shorter and +shorter, till there was only a hole a foot square left at the middle of +the roof. + +"Going to plug that up, are you?" asked Bob. + +"Plug it up? Don't you suppose we want a chimney?" + +"Well, but what'll you do for windows?" + +"Tell you what, boys, if we had some slabs of ice that weren't too +thick, we just could have some windows." + +"Guess we can fix that," said Bill Evans. "Squire Garrison's men sawed a +couple of loads of ice out of the pond yesterday, and it didn't freeze +more'n an inch last night." + +He and Joe Herriman and Wash McGee set off almost on a run after some +of that ice, and they were back in less than twenty minutes with enough +of it to glaze one of the big windows at the Academy. + +Fred shouted when he saw it: "That beats the Esquimaux! Why, it's as +clear as glass. The light'll come right through." + +So it did, when the ice windows were finished, and you could see to read +inside the house, but you could not enjoy the scenery much through those +windows. + +"Won't need any blinds," said Barney Herriman, "to keep folks from +looking in." + +"Hullo! see what Rory's got." + +"Buffalo-skins!" + +"Two of 'em." + +"Boys, we must put in some furniture. Snow benches--" + +"And a snow stove." + +"No, I guess the Esquimaux get along without a stove. But then they have +piles and piles of bear-skins, and seal-skins, and reindeer-skins, and +all sorts, and they eat whale blubber to keep 'em warm." + +"Won't roast pork do just as well?" asked Bob Sanders. + +"Well, it might, if it's the fattest kind of pork." + +"'Cause that's what we're going to have for dinner at our house. I'll +eat enough to keep me warm, if I stay in there all the afternoon." + +"Come in, boys," said Fred. "And bring in the buffalo-skins. Let's try +it." + +They all crept in, one after the other, and sat down on the soft furs +like so many Turks. + +"They'll want these in the sleigh by-and-by," said Rory. + +"Isn't this jolly, though?" + +"It's warm enough without any kind of fire." + +"I don't want any blubber." + +"Nor any pork, either." + +"Tell you what, boys, if it freezes good and hard to-night, this +house'll be wonderfully strong. We'll make an entryway just such as I +saw in the picture, and we'll get some old carpet, and some stools--" + +"Hullo, boys! Fred! Rory! What have you done with my buffalo-robes?" + +It was the voice of Dr. Park himself, outside; and then they heard the +great, deep, gruff tones of Squire Garrison himself. + +"I declare, Doctor, they've done it! Bricks! All of a size." + +"Cost them a good deal of hard work, I should say." + +"Don't tell 'em, Doctor. Don't let 'em know it was work. They'd never +build another. Couldn't hire 'em to." + +Fred and Rory were crawling out with the buffalo-skins, and their father +said to them: + +"It won't do, boys; the Esquimaux never kill any buffaloes." + +"Bears, father--white bears--" + +"And seals, and whales, and walruses, and--" + +"Doctor," exclaimed Squire Garrison, "I'm for a look inside." + +The other boys had been keeping as still as so many mice, except that +they had very promptly kicked the buffalo-skins out from under them, and +half of them had their hands before their mouths now to keep from +laughing, as Squire Garrison knocked his tall hat off against the snow +bricks, and his big gray head came poking in. + +Chuckle, chuckle, from the boys, and the Squire looked up. + +"I declare, Doctor! Such a lot of young bears!" + +"Bears? Oh no, Squire, they're Esquimaux Indians. I heard them talking +it over this morning. Can you see inside?" + +"See? Why, I can stand up! It's capital. Windows, too. Is that glass?" + +"No, sir, it's ice." + +"Tell you what, boys, this is nice." + +"We're going to stick icicles all around, and make it real pretty, +by-and-by," said Fred. + +"Then you come over and get my big square barn lantern, and see how +that'll make it look after dark." + +The Squire was a good friend of boys and fun, after all, and both he and +the Doctor came out that evening to see the white walls of the Esquimaux +hut, and the liberal allowance of icicles the boys had stuck up, glitter +and shine and wink in the light of the great lantern. + + + + +[Illustration: THE NEW YEAR.] + + + + +CAPTAIN WEATHERBY'S FUR CAP. + +BY DAVID KER. + + +"If you're going out again to-night, my friend, I'd advise you to leave +this new fur cap of yours at home, and take your sea cap instead." + +So spoke a hospitable Russian merchant to his guest, Captain Cyrus +Weatherby, skipper and part owner of the good ship _Seabird_, of Boston. +The Captain had reached St. Petersburg late enough in the fall for it to +be already pretty cold at night, and his first exploit on landing was to +buy a magnificent fur cap, which, as he said, would "astonish his folks +at the Hub some" when he got back. + +"What should I leave it at home for?" asked the skipper. "I s'pose I +ain't going to be arrested as a Nihilist 'cause I've got a new cap on?" + +"No; but if you go out with it, you'll most likely come back without +it." + +"Somebody going to steal it, eh?" + +"Just so, and I'll tell you how. There's a fellow going around here just +now who makes a regular trade of snapping up all the good caps he can +lay his hands on. He hires a hack carriage, and drives about the streets +after dark at a rattling pace, the driver being, of course, a +confederate of his own. Then, whenever he passes a man with a +high-priced cap on--like yours, for instance--he leans forward and +snatches it off,[1] while the driver puts his horse to speed, and is out +of sight before there's time to cry, 'Help!'" + +"Pretty smart that," growled the Massachusetts man. "I guess I must give +that land-shark a wide berth. Whereabouts does he cruise, so as I may +keep clear of him?" + +"Well, you might meet him in any of the streets near the Isaac +Cathedral, but his general place is the Bolshaya Morskaya [Great Marine] +Street." + +"All right." + +Up to his room went Captain Weatherby, and taking out the precious cap, +began to stitch on to it, with sailor-like dexterity, two huge ear-laps, +each furnished with a stout ribbon. Then he tied it on, and tested the +strength of the fastenings by a vigorous tug. + +"Won't do," he muttered; "they mightn't break, but again they might, and +then it would be all up. Guess a strap won't do any harm." + +The strap being drawn round his head, and buckled firmly under his chin, +the worthy sailor seemed more at his ease, and grunted, defiantly, "Now, +then, let's see if a Boston boy ain't a match for any Russian that ever +ate tallow!" + +Out went the Captain; but his friend's warning seemed to have made very +little impression upon him, for instead of avoiding the neighborhood of +the Isaac Cathedral, he went straight toward it. The vast golden dome, +towering over its massive pillars of polished granite, made a gallant +show in the brilliant Northern moonlight; but just then the Captain had +something else to think about. At the very corner of the great square he +suddenly caught sight of a bare-headed man shouting lustily for the +police, while a drosky (hack carriage) was just vanishing in the +distance. + +"Well, if that pirate hain't scuttled one craft already!" muttered our +hero; "but he don't catch Cy Weatherby so easy, all the same." + +Away tramped the valiant Captain along the sidewalk of the Morskaya, +turning up the cuffs of his pilot-coat with a business-like air as he +went. He had scarcely gone a hundred yards when his quick ear caught the +roll of wheels coming toward him from the other end of the short street, +which, for a wonder, was almost deserted. + +"Stand to your guns, boys," chuckled the Captain; "here comes the +enemy." + +A drosky came dashing by, and its occupant, just as he passed, bent +forward and made a snatch at the new cap. But the strap held firm; and +instantly the sailor's iron hand grasped the fellow's wrist, and jerked +him from his seat. The next moment he lay writhing on the sidewalk, +under a shower of battering blows dealt with all the power of a fist +that might have done duty for a sledge-hammer; while his worthy +confederate, so far from helping him, drove off as fast as he could go. + +"What's all this?" asked a gruff voice in Russian, as a tall +frieze-coated figure, with the cap and badge of a city policeman, +appeared at Weatherby's elbow. + +The Captain was not much of a Russian scholar, but his expressive signs, +and a glance at the robber's face, soon enlightened the policeman, who +rubbed his big hands gleefully. + +"You've done us a good turn, father, whoever you are. This is the very +fellow we've been looking for, and there's a good big reward offered for +him. Here comes one of my mates, and we'll just bundle the scamp off to +the _tchast_ [police office] at once." + +This was soon done, and Captain Weatherby got his fair share of the +reward, as well as the satisfaction of having been "too smart for a +thieving Russian," which, as he assured his Boston friends on his return +home, was well worth double the money. + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] It should be explained that the Russian hack carriages have neither +roof nor cover, being merely a seat upon wheels. + + + + +THE DORMOUSE. + + +Sometimes when people are asked whether they ever kept tame dormice, +they answer, with a shudder, "Oh dear no!" It then turns out that they +have never seen one, but think, because they dislike common mice and +rats, that these must also be disagreeable animals, and are quite +surprised to hear that they are not really mice, but belong to the +squirrel tribe. They were always great favorites with us, and we have +had a long succession of them as pets ever since we were babies. What +can be prettier than the fat, round little things, with their soft +red-brown hair, long furry tails, white chests, and great black eyes? + +Bertha tells me that the first thing she can remember doing in her whole +life is running about the room, tossing her pinafore up and down, to the +great delight, as she supposed, of a dormouse that was in it, and then +suddenly seeing him clambering up the table-cloth at the other side of +the room. + +The first dormouse that I can remember was one called Mouffette. He also +belonged to Bertha. He was so tame that she used to put him in a doll's +cart, with a tiny whip in one hand and the reins in the other, and draw +it round the garden; and she often walked about out-of-doors with the +little thing on her shoulder. Another was very fond of cream, though it +was said to be bad for his health, and was sometimes allowed to drink it +out of a tiny ivory cup that he held in his hand. + +At one time, when both my sisters had a dormouse, my father said that +whichever of them learned first to work a shirt front very nicely should +have a beautiful new cage for her pet. Unfortunately, Emily's "Bear" +had, two days before, got loose, and ran up the bedroom chimney, and +since then nothing had been seen or heard of him; so she was very +unhappy, thinking that if she did get a new cage, there would be no +dormouse to put in it. However, that evening, as they were going to bed, +they heard a little noise in the chimney, and presently down walked +Master Bear into his cage, which had been placed on the hob, and began +to eat nuts. + + + + +[Begun in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 58, December 7.] + +MILDRED'S BARGAIN. + +A Story for Girls. + +BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. + +CHAPTER IV. + + +Mildred thought she had never seen anything finer than the beautiful +hall and staircase at Miss Jenner's. She scarcely felt her foot fall on +the rich dark carpets as she made her way up stairs into a beautiful +old-fashioned room where half a dozen young people were congregated, +laying aside their wraps. They were talking and laughing gayly, and +Mildred recognized them as the daughters of the "leading people" in +Milltown--girls about her own age or a little younger, to whom she had +constantly sold ribbons or laces, or the "newest thing" in mantles. Poor +Milly felt the pink coloring all her face, as she stood among them, some +way feeling shut out. She was not old enough nor wise enough to realize +the honorable side of her own life and its hard work; she thought only +of what their feelings would be were they to recognize in her one of +"Hardman's" girls. But as no one knew her, two or three whispered +together, wondering who the pretty lady-like stranger could be, and as +they all went down the oak stairs together, one of the girls spoke to +her in a friendly, good-humored way. Milly was glad of company as she +found herself at the door of the long, beautiful room in which Miss +Jenner stood waiting for her young friends. The eyes of the poor little +"sales-woman" were dazzled by the quiet elegance of the room--the many +pictures, the statuary, and articles of _virtu_ from many lands. Milly +forgot even her fright and her intense consciousness of her gray silk in +her pleasure at these novel sights. + +"So you found your way here, Mildred," Miss Jenner said, in her brusque +though kindly voice. "Well, I'm glad to see you. Now come and let me +introduce you to my niece, for this is _her_ company." + +Mildred found herself following Miss Jenner into a pretty half-shaded +room at the end of the parlor. A young girl of about fifteen, very +slight and delicate, but exceedingly pretty, was seated there, with one +or two young people near her. + +"Alice," said Miss Jenner, using a tone so soft that Mildred could not +believe it was her new friend's voice, "this is Mildred Lee: I want you +to make great friends with her." + +The young girl stretched out a slim hand with something uncertain in her +gesture. As Mildred took it, Miss Jenner whispered, with a deep sigh, +"She is _blind_." + +Mildred felt full of compassion for the poor young girl, who, surrounded +by so much that was beautiful, could see and understand nothing of it; +but she speedily found that Alice Jenner took the keenest delight in +conversation. As they were left by themselves half an hour, Mildred +found it a pleasant task to entertain her. She described for her +amusement the little company, the dresses, the effect of everything, +finally drifting into her own affairs, and avowing her position at Mr. +Hardman's. Alice listened with delight; Milly's life was so different +from hers. + +"Yes, I should think so," sighed Milly, glancing around at the +luxurious, warmly tinted rooms; then she remembered the young girl's +infirmity. + +"No, Milly," said Alice, "you would not change with me." + +[Illustration: MILDRED AT THE PARTY.] + +When tea was announced, Milly found it hard to leave her new friend, but +she thoroughly enjoyed the bountiful and sumptuous meal to which they +all sat down. Later, games were played in which Alice could join, and +finally Miss Jenner's nephew, a tall boy a little older than Milly, was +called over to take her to the library. Mildred never had seen such a +room as that library. Not only were there all the books she had most +wanted to read, but there were photographs of every place under the sun, +and engravings of all the great masters she had heard her father talk +about. So keenly interested was she in it all, that young Jenner went +away, bringing back his blind sister, and begging Milly to "describe it +all to Alice." Nothing could have pleased her better, and so the three +bent over a book of engravings, Alice listening eagerly while Mildred +explained each picture in elaborate detail. Roger Jenner begged Mildred +not to pause, even though ice-cream was being handed around in the +parlor--he would go and bring in Alice's and her own share. He returned +speedily, followed by a servant carrying a tray with the ices and +delicious cups of hot chocolate upon it. Roger was divided between +listening to an account of Raphael's St. Cecilia and the duty of handing +Mildred her chocolate, while Milly absently stretched out her fingers +for the cup. It was an instant's awkwardness on both sides, followed by +a little cry from Milly, and a stare of horror from Roger. The cup of +boiling chocolate poured in a brown stream down the front of her gray +silk dress. + +Poor Mildred! I am afraid, in spite of Roger's anxious apologies and her +own instinctive politeness, she looked very miserable. The rest of the +evening hung but heavily on her hands. Alice easily dismissed the +subject, not guessing of how much importance one silk dress could be to +any one, little knowing the misery in her companion's mind. Mildred +tried to continue her narrations, but she was glad when the room filled, +and Alice's chair became a general centre; still more pleased when it +came time for her to go home, and she could again wrap her water-proof +over her new dress, and feel it hidden. Miss Jenner had certainly been +very kind. Even one or two hours in such a beautiful house was enough to +fill her with delight, and Alice and Roger were charming companions; but +Milly, as she stood in the dressing-room, felt somehow the evening had +not been a success, and her comfort received its last shock on +overhearing two of the "leading" young ladies whisper to a third, "Why, +that girl in the gray silk dress is one of Hardman's clerks. How _could_ +Miss Jenner have invited her? And see how she's all dressed up." Mildred +felt rather than saw the sneering looks which followed her out of the +room. Poor child! her heart under the much-prized dress was beating with +mortification and disappointment as she went down stairs. Miss Jenner +said very little about seeing her again, and when she joined Joe in the +hall, she found him in a most unamiable mood. + +"What is it, Joey?" said Milly, as they went out of the gate. Come what +might, Mildred was always a thoughtful, gentle elder sister. + +"Why, the landlord's been in," Joe said, sulkily, "and he says we _must_ +pay in advance after this. I _wish_ the day could come, Mil," added the +boy, "when _I_ could get a place in at Hardman's." + +Poor Milly gave a little groan. "Don't say that, dear," she said. +"People talk of _my_ being there as if it was a disgrace. Don't bother +about Mr. Stiles, Joey; I'll see him to-morrow." + +Deborah was waiting up to hear Milly's account of the party, and was +wrathful at the girl's running quickly up stairs, not knowing what she +had to conceal. Once in her own room, Milly looked eagerly at the +stained silk. It was hopelessly ruined! Chocolate she knew never would +submit to any cleansing, and so she put it away with a sigh, feeling she +had paid dearly for one evening's finery. For the first time since her +bargain, the thought of the thirty dollars weighed like a guilty secret +on her heart. She could not sleep, but after going to bed lay thinking +of the weekly visit she must receive from that bold, hard-featured +woman. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THAT SMALL PIECEE BOY FROM CHINA. + +BY MRS. LIZZIE W. CHAMPNEY. + + + 'Twas a little Asiatic + Sitting sadly on the deck, + Who with wailings loud, emphatic, + Watched his home fade to a speck, + While his saffron-hued complexion + Altered to deep olive green, + And the tears of retrospection + In his almond eyes were seen. + Still he scanned the far horizon, + Touching neither bread nor meat; + And we feared that he would die soon, + For we could not make him eat. + Sympathy, and e'en religion, + Had for him no hope or cheer. + "Speakee you too much fool pigeon, + Better China home than here. + Me no likee English junkee, + English chowchow too no nice. + Why no can some roasted monkey? + What for not some piecee mice? + Number one no washee dishee, + Catchee chopsticks scouree bright; + Too much workee, this boy wishee + Top-side makee, flyee kite." + + "Make a kite, you foolish fellow," + Kindly then the Captain said. + With delight his cheeks so yellow + Flushed almost to rosy red. + As he worked, an inspiration + In his eager fingers burned. + Each on board made his donation, + Every scrap to use was turned. + To begin, the galley scullion + Gave a worn-out cracked guitar, + Which would utter shrieks æolian + As the breeze bore it afar; + Slats there were from blinds Venetian, + And a tattered parasol. + Wondered we at such provision, + Sure it could not carry all. + Two old bonnets, an air cushion, + With a bandbox painted green, + Rockets two, to set it rushing, + And an ancient crinoline, + Wings from a torn old umbrella, + While a tail of many rags + Showed in its red, white, and yellow + He had stol'n the signal flags. + + Vain our taunts, our sneers invidious, + For each day the structure grew + Stronger, vaster, and more hideous, + Yet more awful to the view. + Cloven tongue all barbed and hissing, + And a snaky horned wig, + Goggle eyes revolving, whizzing + In a fiery whirligig; + Till with joy Kong's face resembled + A great orange sent from Seville. + All who saw the kite now trembled, + 'Twas so very like a devil. + And Kong scanned the far horizon, + Till from out the western main + Rose a black and threatening typhoon, + And it blew a hurricane. + On the poop Kong danced ecstatic, + And he gave his demon string. + + As it tugged with curve erratic + Loud and clear we heard him sing: + "No more chowchow mutton hashee, + Soon me suck fat shark tail fin, + Soon one pigtail full of cashee + Me give cumshaw Joss, Pekin; + Soon me sing my China sing-song, + Chowchow nice bird-nest pudding. + Ha quai, fly, go top-side Chin chong + Choy, old English junk. Chin chin." + +[Illustration] + + Shrieked we all in accents frantic, + "Oh, come back, you China boy!" + Vain: he soared o'er the Atlantic + In a straight course for Amoy. + And the soldiers of Gibraltar + Saw him whizzing through the sky, + Like a bomb-shell to the assault, or + A gigantic comet high. + And the tempest waged still windier + As he crossed the great canal, + Till, with but a glance at India, + He reached safe the China wall. + There, in a pagoda finer + Far than I can tell or write, + That small piecee boy from China + Now reposes with his kite. + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + + DARLINGTON HEIGHTS, VIRGINIA. + + My papa says there is no difficulty in painting magic-lantern + slides with water-color paints, and the design can easily be made + without using those dangerous chemicals. He used to make slides in + this way when he was a boy: Take a slip of glass of the proper + size, and cover one side with a coat of mastic varnish, and let it + dry well. Then make your sketch on a piece of white paper, and lay + your slide over it, and trace the outlines on the glass with a fine + camel's-hair brush and India ink. Now mix your water-colors with + thin gum water, and you will find you can paint quite well on the + varnished surface. If there is any difficulty, a little ox-gall, + which can be bought at any paint shop, will make it right. All the + details must be carefully painted with a very fine brush, as the + magic lantern magnifies all defects. Only transparent colors, like + gamboge, Prussian blue, lakes, and madders, can be used. The slides + should be finished by covering all the glass, except the figures, + with black oil-paint, and adding another coat of varnish to the + slide. + + HARRY J. + + * * * * * + + STALYBRIDGE, LANCASHIRE, ENGLAND. + + I am a little English girl nine years old; I have a kind auntie in + America, who sends us HARPER'S BAZAR and YOUNG PEOPLE. My sisters + and I are delighted with them. My papa has some very kind cousins + in Kentucky. Cousin S---- has invited us to go and see him, and + have some of his nice fruit, and mamma says we may some time if we + are good. We call him uncle, because we love him so. He sent some + American flour to papa, who keeps a store here, and we have had one + hundred barrels of American apples, and are going to have more. We + have the Stars and Stripes and Union-Jack at papa's store, and the + children here call it the "'Merica shop." + + LOUISE MARY K. + + * * * * * + + MANKATO, KANSAS. + + I have lived in this place ten years. I am eleven years old. A + great change has taken place here since I came. Not long ago this + was the Indians' country. We could see traces of them, and often + felt afraid. Buffalo, antelopes, and wolves were very numerous, and + frequently ran past our house. Nearly everybody lived in "dug-outs" + then, but now things are beginning to look civilized. We have a + railroad, and churches and school-houses. People are building fine + houses, and everything is progressing rapidly. Papa and mamma have + lived in Kansas for twenty-one years. + + We have a large cat and a mocking-bird, which are on very friendly + terms with each other, and will often eat together from the same + dish. + + ELEANOR W. + + * * * * * + + LANCASTER, PENNSYLVANIA. + + Here are two pretty botanical experiments, which may be new to some + readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. Place a sponge of any size in a saucer, + which must be kept filled with water. Sprinkle some canary-seed on + the top of the sponge, and in a short time it will sprout and + become a beautiful bunch of long green grass. + + A crocus bulb, if wrapped in cotton and placed in a saucer of + water, will in course of time sprout and bloom. + + CARL R. E. + + * * * * * + + When I was seven years old my brother, my two sisters, and myself + were presented with four white Angora rabbits. Two were lost, but + before long the other pair had five little ones, and in time there + were nineteen. + + Two summers ago we visited the White Mountains. I had a baby + rabbit which I liked better than any of the others, so I took it + with me. It was very tame, and would follow me everywhere. Its + name was Snowball. It lived on bread, milk, clover, and other + greens, and it liked candy as well as I do. I took it to the White + Mountains in a basket with a little hay in it. When we reached + there, Snowball was very tired, and I put it to bed. We were among + the mountains eleven days, and Snowball grew very fat before we + came home. + + I never let it out in the rain; but one day it ran out when I did + not know it; I caught it, and was carrying it up stairs to comb + and dry its hair, when it fell backward from my shoulder and + dislocated its back. I had to have it killed with chloroform. It + was stuffed, and is now in my room. + + In the winter all of my rabbits died except eight, and the day I + went back to the country those were left out-of-doors in a coop. + In the morning when I went to feed them they were all dead. A dog + had broken into the coop in the night. That was the end of my + beautiful rabbits, and I can not tell of my great sorrow. + + H. F. WHITE. + + * * * * * + + SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA. + + I am eleven years old, and I delight to read YOUNG PEOPLE. I like + it better and better every week. + + We have just returned from a pleasure-trip all over California. It + was delightful eating oranges from the trees in Los Angeles, and + catching trout in the beautiful streams in the Sierra Nevada + Mountains. + + TOMMIE H. + + * * * * * + + OCCIDENTAL, CALIFORNIA. + + I live in the far West, among the redwoods of Sonoma County, + seventy miles from San Francisco, on the North Pacific Coast + Railroad. There are a number of saw-mills here, and there are large + redwood trees, some of which are over twelve feet through. Some of + the pine-trees will make seventeen cords of four-foot wood. + + Not far from our house there is one of the highest railroad + bridges in the State. It is one hundred and thirty-seven and a + half feet from the creek to the roadway. + + We have several kinds of wild animals around here. + + S. EDWARD E. + + * * * * * + + TRINITY, LOUISIANA. + + I live in a little town called Trinity, because it is built where + three rivers meet. We have an overflow here nearly every year, and + have lots of fun going about in boats, but we generally get tired + before the water goes off the ground. + + I am ten years old. I have five sisters and four brothers. We do + not go to school, but have a governess. We had a pet deer, but it + died the first cold weather. I have been taking music lessons + seven months, and can play a few pieces. We all like YOUNG PEOPLE + very much. + + RETTA S. + + * * * * * + + SUNBURY, PENNSYLVANIA. + + I have never written to YOUNG PEOPLE before, and now I want to tell + about my flowers. I raised over one hundred and fifty plants from + slips last summer. I like the light blue heliotrope better than any + other house plant, so I have propagated about twenty-five plants of + that. + + I had a rabbit given to me recently. I call it Dicky. It eats + turnips, cabbage, and apples. + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. "Out of the Woods" was a splendid + story. I am thirteen years old. + + MARY R. + + * * * * * + + CHARLOTTETOWN, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND. + + I wish to tell all the correspondents that, as I have exchanged + postage stamps with a great many, I have now no more duplicates + left, and will not be able to supply any more boys. + + G. C. WIGGIN. + + * * * * * + + I am all out of curiosities now, and can not exchange them any + longer, but I would like to exchange postmarks. + + TEDDY SMITH, + 641 Cass Avenue, Detroit, Mich. + + * * * * * + + I live on the great prairies of Dakota, not far from the pipe-stone + quarries. It is said to be the only place in the world where + pipe-stone is found. It is used by the Indians for making pipes, + rings, beads, and other things. I would like to exchange specimens + of pipe-stone for sea-shells, ocean curiosities, Egyptian postage + stamps, foreign coins, or Indian relics. + + GEORGE F. SMITH, + Care of Allen Smith, P. O. Box 38, + Aurora, Brookings County, Dakota. + + * * * * * + +The following exchanges are also offered by correspondents: + + Relics gathered on the ancient sites of Onondaga Indian villages + for Indian relics from other localities, ocean curiosities, or + minerals. + + LYMAN H. NORTON, + Plainville, Onondaga County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + California birds' eggs for eggs from other localities. + + FANNIE W. ROGERS, + Gilroy, Santa Clara County, California. + + * * * * * + + Crochet patterns and postmarks. + + TESSIE LINDSAY, + Wappingers Falls, Dutchess County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks, minerals, sea-shells, coins, and other curiosities. + + GEORGE J. ANTHONY, + 235 First Street, Jersey City, N. J. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps and postmarks. + + LESLIE I. RAY, Ishpeming, Mich. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps. A stone from New York State, for one from + any other State except New Jersey. + + EDWIN M. COX, JUN., + Spuyten Duyvel, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps and sea-shells. + + WALTER MANDELL, + 666 Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Mich. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps for Indian relics and other curiosities. + + A. H. VAN BUSKIRK, + 429 East Fifty-eighth Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Stones, stamps, and coins. + + CHARLES STEWART, + North Evanston, Cook County, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + ANNIE P. CARRIER, + Shady Side, Pittsburgh, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks, Indian arrow-heads, or specimens of iron, copper, or + nickel ores from Norway, for birds' eggs or foreign postage stamps. + + GERTRUDE A. ARNOLD, + 177 North Pearl Street, Buffalo, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + An open boll of cotton, exactly as grown on the stalk, for foreign + stamps or coin. + + JOSEPH HAWKINS, Prosperity, S. C. + + * * * * * + + About six hundred postage stamps and an international stamp album + for a scroll saw. + + A. S. WETTACH, + P. O. Box 891, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + JAMES H. DEWSON, + 113 Schermerhorn Street, Brooklyn, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps and relics. + + JOHN A. SELKIRK, + 132 First Street, Albany, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + ROBERT KREIDER, + P. O. Box 119, Mauch Chunk, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Pressed leaves and ferns, or postmarks, for leaves and ferns from + other localities. + + AGNES and CARRIE RAUCHFUSS, + Golconda, Pope County, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs. + + O. M. FREEMAN, + Albion, Providence County, R. I. + + * * * * * + + Indian arrow-heads for birds' eggs. + + ISOBEL JACOB, + Darlington Heights, Prince Edward Co., Va. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks for different kinds of buttons. + + EMMA RADFORD, + Gloversville, Fulton County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Minerals, fossils, and ferns. + + RUTHE S. COLLIN, + Cornell College, Mount Vernon, Iowa. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + FRED HARRIS, + 322 East Fifty-seventh Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs. + + S. D. WRIGHT, + Care of J. B. Wright, + Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga. + + * * * * * + + Insects and postage stamps. + + GRACE STURTEVANT, + South Framingham, Mass. + + * * * * * + + Pieces of crystallized starch from what is said to be the largest + starch factory in the world, dovetailed pieces of wood from a large + box manufactory, or pebbles and stones from Lake Ontario, for + specimens of workmanship from any manufacturing establishment in + the United States, or minerals. + + GEORGE D. GILLETT, + 136 West Fourth Street, Oswego, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Twenty postmarks for ten foreign postage stamps. No duplicates. + + JOHN V. L. PIERSON, + Bloomfield, Essex County, N. J. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + Louis HUICQ, + Hoboken, N. J. + + * * * * * + + Minerals, fossils, birds' eggs, and foreign and United States + postage stamps. + + ARTHUR MILLIKEN, + Emporia, Kan. + + * * * * * + + Stones from Utah and Germany, and Indian arrow-heads for birds' + eggs or stamps. + + HARRY EVERETT, + 2447 Cottage Grove Avenue, Chicago, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Iron, lead, zinc, sulphur, and magnetic iron for curiosities, other + ores, or stamps. + + EDWIN HEILIG, + Wytheville, Wythe County, Va. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + ALLAN J. HOUGHTON, + P. O. Box 619, Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + Michigan postmarks and minerals and shells from the Atlantic Ocean + for shells and curiosities from the Pacific coast. + + ROBERT J. LASIER, + 124 Fort Street West, Detroit, Mich. + + * * * * * + +WILLIE J. F.--Club or Acme. For full information, see advertisement of +Peck & Snyder, or Barney & Berry, in our columns. + + * * * * * + +WILLIE F. W.--1. Twenty-five-cent gold pieces have been coined by the +United States, but they have never been in general circulation.--2. +There is no work on practical book-binding from which the business can +be learned. Your best way would be to make the acquaintance of some +book-binder, and get him to show you the process. There are excellent +works on ornamental book-binding, but they are expensive, and would be +of no use to an amateur.--3. No. Each kind has its partisans. + + * * * * * + +BOATMAN.--Full directions for making a flat-bottomed boat will soon be +given in YOUNG PEOPLE, with working diagrams. + + * * * * * + +CLIFTON J.--To make a toboggan take a thin birch board about five feet +long and a foot and a half wide. Steam one end to turn up, and secure +the curve by stout cord or wire. This primitive sled, which is an +invention of the Canadian Indians, is used only on crusted snow, and is +steered with two short sticks held firmly in the hands. + + * * * * * + +H. H. HENRY.--Pekin, the capital city of China, is situated in the +province of Chili. Its population is estimated from 1,648,000 to +2,000,000, but it is impossible to arrive at an exact statement. + + * * * * * + +IDA L. G.--See answer to Miriam B. and others in Post-office Box of +YOUNG PEOPLE No. 52. + + * * * * * + +N. L. JONES.--Land lizards feed on small insects. If you have house +plants, and allow the lizards liberty to run among them, they will keep +them free from lice and small worms, which often do great injury to the +leaves. + + * * * * * + +C. W. M.--You can send soil or other specimens in a small box by mail. + + * * * * * + +LUCY WILSON, L. L. G., N. B. GREENE, AND MANY OTHERS.--Write and make +your inquiries from the correspondents with whom you wish to exchange. + + * * * * * + + DEAR FRIENDS,--About a fortnight ago, when we boys and girls of the + "Children's Hour" were busy at our drawing and painting, Miss + Donlevy, our teacher, told us we had all been invited to visit + Harper's Building. + + You may just think we clapped our hands with delight, and made + considerable noise for a minute or two, but then we promised to + behave very quietly. + + When the day came, we all, with our teacher, took the Third Avenue + elevated car, and whizzed down in no time to Franklin Square, and + soon found ourselves mounting up the winding stairs to the office + of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + We had all been wondering whether we should have to look + dignified, and mind our p's and q's, supposing the editor was + oldish and wore spectacles; he wasn't, though, for he was young, + and as kind and friendly as if he was one's own grown-up brother + or cousin, and let us ask questions until I guess his ears ached + and his head spun. + + The girls took off their cloaks and the boys their overcoats, and + piled them up on a chair. The editor took us to the art + department, where we were introduced to the art critic and an + artist famous for drawing grasses and flowers and landscapes. As + they were only talking, we went into the next room to see artists + at work. One had a small block of box-wood on his desk, covered + with a transparent paper, called gelatine paper; on this was + traced in red pencil a picture of a house and trees. He was going + over all the red lines with a pointed instrument. When the + gelatine paper was lifted off, there were the lines faintly cut in + the wood. Then the artist took a lead-pencil and went over the cut + lines with it; next came shading the picture with a brush and + India ink. When we had watched them doing this we were all marched + off to the engraving department. + + What busy people engravers are! There they sat, looking as if they + thought there wasn't a thing in the world to be looked at but the + block picture on the padded cushion before them. All the engravers + had shades over their eyes, and were looking through + magnifying-glasses at their work. + + One of them let me look through his, and, whew! how big the things + looked! I saw in a minute that all the parts of the block are cut + away except the parts marked by the lead-pencil and brush; these + must stand up higher than the rest of the wood, to take the ink + for printing. But I tell you what seemed like magic--taking a + proof. The proof-taker just laid the engraved block picture on its + back in his press, and ran an inked roller over its face; then he + laid a sheet of paper on it; then he pulled the press down on it, + and it only took a second's pressure; when he lifted up the press + and took the paper out, there was the loveliest picture of a baby + sitting in a high chair. All the class wanted one immediately, but + we had no time to wait; so away we marched up some more winding + stairs to the "composing-room." Now you mustn't think that's where + they compose stories; it's only the place for setting up type, and + such work. + + Here a number of young men were filling small iron things, called + "sticks," with type; as each stick was loaded, the types were + taken out in a bunch and put into a tray called a "galley." This + is called "composing." Stickful after stickful was arranged, until + a page of type lay there. It seemed all spelled backward, to make + it come out right when printed. + + The "galley man" then inked this page of type, and struck off a + proof for each of us, just as the picture proof was struck off + down stairs. As this page was only a letter from a doll, I didn't + care much for it, but all the girls just went wild over it; + however, I took one for the curiosity's sake; for what fellow is + there cares for dolls? + + HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE is not printed right from these type, as I + thought when the proofs were being made for us, for the type would + soon wear off. A wax mould is made from each page of set-up type. + I asked the editor what good a soft wax thing like that mould + could be, so he took us all into a wonderful room, where they make + copper plates from the wax moulds. We had only been there a minute + or two when the foreman asked us if we'd like to see him strike + lightning. In the middle of the room stands a large bath of glass, + with a smaller one inside of it filled with a dark blue liquid. + Joined to it were some broad bands of copper, reaching nearly to + the ceiling. Well, the foreman touched one of these belts with + some kind of a bar of metal, and right away the sparks flew, and + there came flashes like lightning. Of course some of the girls ran + away, and one of the boys ran too. + + We boys staid, and the foreman showed us how the wax moulds were + hung in the blue-vitriol water, with plates of copper hanging near + them. Somehow--I can not understand exactly how--the electricity + makes the copper dissolve and fall in powder on the wax, where it + hardens; when it is taken out of this bath it is a beautiful + copper picture, black on the front and red on the under side. + + We were told the under or hollow side would next be filled in with + lead, just as boys fill in a bullet mould. We were only allowed to + peep into the lead-melting room, where we saw a great caldron + filled with boiling lead. I would have liked to give it a good + stir up with the big ladle, but of course didn't ask the favor. + This built-up copper plate is very strong, and any number of + pictures or letters--for they make moulds and plates of both--can + be printed from them. + + Then the editor said we should see the men printing from these + plates, fastened into iron frames called "forms." So down ever so + many winding stairs we travelled, until we came to a dark + under-ground room, where the "Hoe" printing-presses are. Whew! + what a whizzing and buzzing there was! + + We all stood around a great big machine, and the editor kindly + lifted us up in turn so we might all see it. On the top, on a + large metal plate, the white paper is laid, the plate moves + forward, and up come a lot of shining steel prongs that catch the + paper and drag it under so you can't see it. Just then, below, at + the other side, we caught sight of a large "form" with the metal + plate of type, or text, and pictures of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE in + it. It seemed to know just what to do, for it moved toward the + sheet of paper, which was somewhere down under the rollers, and + the next thing we saw was the sheet coming out at the other end on + a wooden frame, which lifted up and turned it over on a pile which + had been printed before we came in. Just think, boys and girls: + that press can turn out two thousand YOUNG PEOPLE in an hour! + + We only took a peep at the two big "Corliss" steam-engines that + were making the whole thing go. Here some of the girls were afraid + again; so, as it was near twelve o'clock, we hurried up the + winding stairs again to see the folding and binding and + "marbleizing" done. + + The folding-machine is just the cleverest thing. The sheet is laid + on a moving roller which carries it over to a second and then a + third roller, and it goes in and out, and the first thing you know + it drops down in a trough at the side, all nicely folded, and cut, + too, for binding. + + Then we saw a lot all ready for the sewers. Well, I think I never + saw needles fly like those that the girls were sewing the leaves + in lots with. Fifty-two YOUNG PEOPLES sewed together make a pretty + fat-looking book, but when it is put in a heavy press it comes out + looking considerably slimmer. Next we saw the fly-leaves + marbleized. My! but wasn't it pretty! A man stood in front of a + large square bath filled with gum and water. There were lots of + cans around, filled with red, blue, yellow, green, and other + colored paints. First he dipped his brush in the red and shook it + over the gum water--the drops made circles of red--then he shook + yellow spots with another brush; then blue, till the top of the + water was beautifully spotted. Next he took what looked like a + very big comb and stroked the water softly, so all the colors took + curious long shapes; then he stroked it the other way with a finer + comb, until it had a pretty peacock-feather pattern on it, and was + ready for the paper, which he just laid flat on top of the gay + water, and then hung it up to dry for fly-leaves. + + After that we watched the men brush paste on the backs of the + books, put the covers on, and place them in presses to make the + paste stick. We couldn't wait to see them come out of the presses, + so we thanked the editor, and started for home. Some of the girls + said they would know how to mend books now when the covers came + off. Every one of them said they were going to marbleize paper + when they got home; but I know something more tip-top than that: + _I'm_ going to rig up a machine to strike lightning. And now, dear + friends, I must say good-by. + + FRANK E. F. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from E. D. Kellogg, C. W. Seagar, A. D. H., Ben +J. R., Phebe O'Reilly, T. F. Weishampel, H. G. M., Ellie Earle, F. D. +Crane, Willy Rochester, Nellie E. Owen, Lydia M. Bennett, Mary Daucy, +Willie A. Scott, Albert K. Hart, Bobbie C. Horntager, Dany J. O., T. N. +Jamieson, Belle Dening, Joe T. P., Freddie C. Y., Mamie S., Eva M. +Moody, Gracie E. Stevens. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Charles Gaylor, Mabel +Lowell, The Dawley Boys, Alice Ward, Tom Kelley, Jun., Cal I. Forny, +Mark Marcy, George Willie Needham, Walter P. Hiles. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +HALF-SQUARE--(_To Mark Marcy_). + +Last.--A bird. To pinch. White. A letter. + + MABEL. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +NUMERICAL CHARADES. + + 1. I am a plant found in pastures, composed of 8 letters. + My 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 is a little animal. + My 6, 7, 8 is a part of the body. + + GEORGIA. + + 2. I am an animal composed of 9 letters. + My 4, 2, 3, 8 is a kind of grain. + My 6, 7, 9 is something good to eat. + My 5, 1 is aloft. + + MAUD. + + 3. I am a city in New England composed of 8 letters. + My 1, 2, 3, 4 is a kind of wine. + My 5, 6, 7, 8 is to disembark. + + MABEL. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +RHOMBOID--(_To Zelotes_). + +Across.--To stain. A kind of three-masted vessel. Scoffs. A city of +Northern Italy. A part cut to enter a mortise. + +Down.--Always in mischief. An animal. A part of the body. Death. To +repel. To wax. Wrong-doing. A denial. In scorn. + + BOLUS. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE--(_To Rip Van Winkle_). + +A lake in the United States. A city in South America. An African +sea-port. A river in Scotland. In Hamburg. A river in Russia. A city in +Italy. A country in South America. A city in South America. Centrals +read downward spell the name of a country in South America. + + OWLET. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 59. + +No. 1. + + H E A R + E A T + A T + R + +No. 2. + + I B I S + E D I T + A L O E + L O D E + +No. 3. + +North Pole. + +No. 4. + + A o R t A + R o U n D + M a N i A + +No. 5. + + J ean D'Ar C + U rsul A + L amartin E + I socrate S + U rani A + S chille R + +Julius Cæsar. + +No. 6. + + T O L L B E A R + O B E Y E L S E + L E E R A S I A + L Y R E R E A R + + S O A P R I C E + O N C E I R O N + A C T S C O R D + P E S T E N D S + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + +SINGLE COPIES, 4 cents; ONE SUBSCRIPTION, one year, $1.50; FIVE +SUBSCRIPTIONS, one year, $7.00--_payable in advance, postage free_. + +The Volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE commence with the first Number in +November of each year. + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order. + +Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY-ORDER OR DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss. + +Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional. + + HARPER & BROTHERS, + Franklin Square, N. Y. + + + + +FUNNY FLIRTATION CARDS. + +BY FRANK BELLEW. + + +[Illustration: FIG. 1.] + +Charley Sparks is one of those sunshiny young fellows who occasionally +come beaming upon us out of the gloom and mist of this rather foggy +world. He always has a smile, and generally something new in the way of +a puzzle, or a riddle, or a notion of some sort wherewith to amuse his +friends. The other evening he dropped in to see us, with his usual +amount of sunshine to compete with the gas-light in the parlor, but +there was an extra twinkle in his eye which told me that he had +something novel to communicate. There were several of the girls present, +and a couple of friends, one of whom was Maggie Martin, a bright little +brunette, as piquant as a French sauce, and the other a Miss Sarah +Gooch, an amiable maiden lady of about forty-five. After a few words of +greeting, Charley pulled from his pocket a card, of which Fig. 1 is a +copy, and presenting it to Miss Gooch, asked her if she could solve the +enigma. As you will see, it is a very simple rebus, which most people +could readily make out. + +Miss Gooch looked at it steadily for some minutes, and then slowly and +deliberately said, "Eye--yes, eye." + +"That's right," said Charley; "you can dot that eye." + +"Eye," repeated Miss Gooch--"door--sheep. Eye--door--sheep. Well, I +don't see anything in that." Then there was a pause. Charley would not +help her out. "However, I'll try again: eye--oh yes, I see--a +door--sheep." + +"Oh no, you don't," said Charley. "You may like a mutton-chop now and +then, Miss Gooch, but to adore a whole sheep--no, no." + +Miss Gooch tried it again. + +"Eye--a door--sheep--lamb--ram--wether--ewe. Oh, I have it: I adore +you." + +"Do you?" exclaimed Charley, in the most impassioned tones, as he threw +himself on one knee, and seized her hand. "Then I am indeed the happiest +of mortals." + +A box on the ear from the laughing Miss Gooch brought him to his feet, +and terminated the love scene. + +[Illustration: FIG. 2.] + +[Illustration: FIG. 3.] + +Before we had all recovered from our merriment at this performance, +Charley approached Maggie Martin with great deference, and handed her +another card, on one side of which was inscribed hieroglyphics like +those on Fig. 2, and on the other side other figures, like those on Fig. +3. + +"Why, you seem to have brought a whole pack of cards with you, Mr. +Sparks," said Maggie. + +"A pack of nonsense you mean," replied Charley. + +"Well, let us look at your nonsense." + +"Oh, this is not nonsense, but the most deadly earnest." + +Maggie turned the card over and over, first looking at one side and then +at the other. + +"Are these inscriptions taken from the Obelisk?" she queried, archly. + +"No; they are copied from an inscription carved upon my heart." + +"Oh, another stone, eh?" + +"I wish it were a stone"--with a sigh. "But try my puzzle. I am deeply +interested in it." + +Maggie turned it over and over, held it edgeways this side and edgeways +the other, but could make nothing of it. + +"I am surprised you can not find it out," said Charley; "it is very +transparent." + +"Transparent? Oh, it is very transparent, is it? I see." And she held it +up to the light, which, shining through the thin card, blended the two +unmeaning inscriptions together so that they revealed distinctly a +sentence, which she began to read: + +"I lo--" Then suddenly checking herself, she said, with a laugh, "No you +don't, Mr. Sparks; you don't trap me into any expression of adoration, +as you did Miss Gooch. But tell me, how do you make these cards?" + +"The simplest thing in the world. You take a piece of thin card-board, +and outline on it in pencil any sentence you wish, as I have done 'I +love you'; then you blacken portions of the letters, as I have also +done, and place the card with its face to a window-pane, so that the +light shining through will show what you have done on the other side. +Complete the letters on the opposite side to the one on which you wrote +the first part of your inscription, and the thing is done." + + + + +[Illustration: DOUBT. +"Shall I--or--shall I not? Perhaps it would be better to let him go."] + + + + +[Illustration: THE SINGING LESSON.] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 4, 1881, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 4, 1881 *** + +***** This file should be named 44650-8.txt or 44650-8.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/4/4/6/5/44650/ + +Produced by Annie R. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, January 4, 1881 + An Illustrated Monthly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 12, 2014 [EBook #44650] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 4, 1881 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie R. McGuire + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MR_CHALKERS_RUSE">MR. CHALKER'S RUSE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#JOHNS_CAMEL-BIRD">JOHN'S "CAMEL-BIRD."</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_LOST_STANDARD">THE LOST STANDARD.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#NOBLESSE_OBLIGE">NOBLESSE OBLIGE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#BITS_OF_ADVICE">BITS OF ADVICE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TOBY_TYLER">TOBY TYLER;</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_YOUNG_ESQUIMAUX">THE YOUNG ESQUIMAUX.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CAPTAIN_WEATHERBYS_FUR_CAP">CAPTAIN WEATHERBY'S FUR CAP.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_DORMOUSE">THE DORMOUSE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MILDREDS_BARGAIN">MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THAT_SMALL_PIECEE_BOY_FROM_CHINA">THAT SMALL PIECEE BOY FROM CHINA.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX">OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#FUNNY_FLIRTATION_CARDS">FUNNY FLIRTATION CARDS.</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="382" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" /> +</div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. II.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 62.</td><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Published by</span> HARPER & BROTHERS, <span class="smcap">New York</span>.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tuesday, January 4, 1881.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align="right">$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="MR_CHALKERS_RUSE" id="MR_CHALKERS_RUSE"></a> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="500" height="492" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">FISHING THROUGH THE ICE.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by W. R. Yeager, from a +Sketch by F. H. Taylor</span>.</span> +</div> + +<h2>MR. CHALKER'S RUSE.</h2> + +<h3>BY FRANK H. TAYLOR.</h3> + +<p>Every country boy in New England knows that the village school-house is +generally located upon the top of the bleakest hill in the neighborhood, +and is the sport of every eddying gust of wind that drives down from the +great pine wilderness of Maine, heaping the great drifts across the road +and about the door for the children to break through, and then shake +themselves free of the clinging snow like so many young Newfoundlands.</p> + +<p>And where, by any chance, was there ever a school-house containing a +stove that didn't roast the scholars seated near it, and leave the +others to freeze?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p> + +<p>All wide-awake boys who know the pleasures of skating will agree with me +that however cold and stormy it is upon the hill-tops, the mill-pond +(and what does a village amount to without a mill-pond, indeed?) is +always down in the coziest nook between the hills, where the winds can't +come with more force than is needed to blow the falling flakes across +its smooth surface, piling them in great heaps among the bordering +willows, and leaving the ice in tempting order for "shinny."</p> + +<p>In fact, upon this the coldest morning of the winter, the school-house +on the hill-top is not to be mentioned or thought of in comparison with +mill-ponds for comfort or attractiveness, and it is hardly surprising +that Mr. Chalker, the school-master, walked to and fro in solitary +state, surveying with vexed air an array of vacant desks.</p> + +<p>He was not altogether alone, however, for three boys had fought bravely +through the drifts, and now sat huddled by the red-hot stove, trying +hard to look as though they, at least, didn't think the weather a good +excuse for staying at home to hunt hens' nests in the depths of the +haymow.</p> + +<p>Now School-master Chalker was a shrewd observer, and loved a good joke +as well as any one. He had adopted many original plans of instruction. +He could see one end of the mill-pond, half a mile away from his window, +and as he gazed out upon the bleak waste of snow-clad fields he saw a +couple of small black figures gliding over its surface, and a trace of a +smile shone among his wrinkles as an idea seemed to strike him.</p> + +<p>Perhaps he had recalled the time, ever so many years ago, when he too +was a lad and the "wildest cub in the town," as his father often +declared. Turning to one of the boys, he said, "Ben, it seems to me that +the pond's a much nicer place for us than the school-house to-day. Let's +go fishing. I can't skate, but perhaps I can show you how we used to +catch pickerel down there fifty years ago."</p> + +<p>Ben and his two companions looked at Mr. Chalker with eyes widely +opened, but they soon found that he was in earnest, and they agreed to +the proposition joyfully.</p> + +<p>"Now," said Mr. Chalker, "two of you get out the bob-sled, and heap on +plenty of sticks from the wood-pile. Be sure and get some big ones; and +you, Berton, go down to Mr. Sampson, the miller, with this note. He will +let you have some lines, and a few minnows for bait."</p> + +<p>When the school-house had been properly locked up, and they had started, +dragging the sled after them, it occurred to Ben to suggest a slide. So +all three got upon the wood, and slid away merrily toward the pond. The +road was steep but straight, though near the bottom there was a sharp +curve, where the wind had blown away the snow, leaving a crust of smooth +ice. Over this they sped at a lively pace, Ben steering. Poor Ben +couldn't turn the corner, and in another second the sled, school-master, +and all plunged into the depths of a big drift. Nothing was to be seen +of Mr. Chalker for a moment but his heels; but he shortly emerged, +puffing and laughing heartily, much to the boys' relief, who had begun +to think the fun was all over. But Mr. Chalker shook himself, and +declared he enjoyed it, and was ready to try it over; in fact, he didn't +act a bit like a school-master, but just like a boy let loose—a very +old boy, to be sure, but a very hearty one, for all that.</p> + +<p>It only required a few minutes to cut a couple of round holes in the +ice, and to build a roaring fire upon a platform of heavy sticks and +flat stones—a fire that flung its forked tongues into the keen air in +merry defiance of the Frost King and all his servants.</p> + +<p>The half-dozen boys already on the pond viewed these preparations with +considerable wonder; but gathering courage, finally skated up and warmed +their fingers at the fire.</p> + +<p>Then somewhat more than a dozen other boys looked out from the windows +of the houses scattered along the hill-side, and said something like +this: "Mother, I guess there ain't any school to-day; I don't see any +smoke comin' out of the chimney. Can't I go down to the pond?"</p> + +<p>And an equal number of mothers replied: "Why, of course not. It's much +too cold for you to go out. You said so yourself, and, besides, you +don't feel very well."</p> + +<p>"There's lots of the boys on the pond, mother, an' the skating's +splendid. I don't feel so badly now. Can't I go? I won't stay long. I +think you might let—"</p> + +<p>Upon which all the mothers said, in effect, "Well, do go along; but mind +you don't get into any air-holes."</p> + +<p>Thus, before an hour had passed, nearly all of the boys in the school +were gliding over the pond, or gathered in the group watching Mr. +Chalker and his fishing party.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the school-master and Ben had enjoyed remarkable luck. Four +fine pickerel lay on the ice, and a fifth (much the biggest ever seen in +the pond, of course) had been lost by Ben in pulling him up.</p> + +<p>Now it occurred to Mr. Chalker that it would be much nicer if everybody +had seats, so he suggested to the boys that they should bring some fence +rails, and sit down in a circle about the fire; all of which was done +with a merry good-will, and Mr. Chalker surveyed them with infinite +satisfaction through his glasses as he hauled in another struggling +victim of his hook.</p> + +<p>"Now," said he, "I see plainly that it is all a mistake to hold school +up there in that uncomfortable building on the hill in such weather as +this, and so I'm going to propose that on all cold days this winter we +shall meet here on the pond and hold our classes; in fact, I think we +may as well begin now." Without further ado the teacher pulled a supply +of spellers from his several capacious pockets, and said, "The first +class in spelling will take seats on this side."</p> + +<p>Then it dawned upon the minds of the boys that they had been fairly +trapped, and they nearly choked with inward laughter as they went +through with spelling, arithmetic, and reading, taking turns at keeping +their toes warm by the fire; and though a big pickerel was doing his +best to carry off one of the lines, none of them dared to pull him up, +for Mr. Chalker looked like a very severe and dignified pedagogue +indeed, and Ben could scarcely realize that he had seen him tumbled head +over heels into a snow-drift but a couple of hours before.</p> + +<p>When he thought that the real lesson of the day had been well impressed +upon the scholars, Mr. Chalker dismissed his school, and as he landed +the last fish, and strung him through the gills with the others upon a +willow twig, he chuckled to himself, "I don't know who's had the most +fun to-day, the boys or the master, but I'll venture to say they'll be +on hand, cold or no cold, after this."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="JOHNS_CAMEL-BIRD" id="JOHNS_CAMEL-BIRD">JOHN'S "CAMEL-BIRD."</a></h2> + +<h3>BY LOUISE STOCKTON.</h3> + +<p>"Now," said John, "if you are really good, I'll give you something you +like."</p> + +<p>The ostrich looked at John out of his small bright eyes, and he gave his +dingy-looking plumes a little shake, but he did not stir from the spot +where he was standing; so John took out of his pocket a handful of +nails, and gave one to the ostrich, who immediately swallowed it, and +then bobbed his head down for another, and got it.</p> + +<p>"But you must not be in such a hurry," said John; "it is not good for +your health to eat so fast."</p> + +<p>But really, if any creature can eat nails and screws and bits of glass, +as John's ostrich could, it makes little difference whether it eats fast +or slow. These things, however, never made the ostrich sick. He ate them +just as the canary-bird eats gravel, and they agreed with him.</p> + +<p>After John had finished feeding his ostrich he turned and went into the +house, and the ostrich, knowing he was to get nothing more, put up his +funny little wings, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> off he went on his long legs like the wind. No +one tried to stop him, although two or three men stood by, for in the +first place, no one could do it, and in the second, Perry—that was his +name—used to go off this way every day.</p> + +<p>Of course John did not live in this country, but in the southern part of +Africa, where his father was an English officer. Perry was a tame +ostrich, and had been given to John when the boy was quite a little +fellow, and many a good time they had had together. Sometimes they would +go out walking; but Perry was not fond of this, because John went so +slowly, even when he ran. The best arrangement was for John to ride. +Perry would stand perfectly still, and Captain Richards would put John +on his back. John would catch tight hold of Perry's neck, and away they +would go. Go! Why, a race-horse was slow to him. His legs just twinkled +as he ran, and you could no more have seen them than you can count the +spokes in a carriage wheel when it is rapidly turning. Perry was strong +enough to carry Captain Richards, but the Captain could not bear his +speed as John did, for it almost took his breath away; and once, he +said, he began to be afraid he would die before Perry stopped. But John +did not mind it. He liked it, and when he came to England on a visit, +and rode his cousin's pony, he thought it was like going to a funeral.</p> + +<p>When Perry was standing still he was not very handsome. He was dull in +color, and his splendid feathers often looked dingy and ragged. His head +was small, but his legs were so long that when John was seven years old +he did not come to the top of them. When he ran, however, Perry looked +splendid. He held his head firmly, he opened his queer little wings, his +fine plume-like tail was erect, and every feather seemed to make him +swifter and lighter, and he would go round and round like a gust of +wind, and then, swooping closer, would fly back to John for a bit of +iron, or perhaps a handful of grass.</p> + +<p>Captain Richards told John why the ostrich was called the "camel-bird." +The Arabs have a story that a King once said to the ostrich, "Fly," and +it answered, "I can not, for I am a camel." So then he said, "Carry," +and it replied, "I can not, for I am a bird." So, while it has the +endurance of a camel and the swiftness of a bird, it will neither bear a +burden nor fly through the air; and so, as John said, is neither, and +yet both.</p> + +<p>But one thing he could do. He could see very far. Some of the natives +said he could see six miles, but John did not believe that. He thought +no creature could see from his father's house to General Howard's, and +that was only five miles away.</p> + +<p>The one person who did not like Perry was Mrs. Richards. She used to be +afraid to see John mounted on him, and, as she said, if Perry chose to +run off into the wilds with John, who could stop him?</p> + +<p>"But he won't," said her husband. "A tame ostrich is sure to come home +to be fed."</p> + +<p>"Well, he may throw the child off," she would reply.</p> + +<p>"That depends on John himself, and I don't believe he will let go."</p> + +<p>"Very well," she would say, "I am glad you are so content; but if you +had the feelings of a mother you wouldn't be."</p> + +<p>To this Captain Richards could make no reply. He had the feelings of a +father; but then he was a soldier, and was used to taking risks.</p> + +<p>And once Perry, roaming around, looked in a window, and on a table close +by lay Mrs. Richards's coral breast-pin. It was pretty, and it looked +good; so in went Perry's head, and in a flash the pin was down his +throat.</p> + +<p>Then, also, he would eat the little chickens. No one cared how many rats +and grasshoppers he ate, but it was very provoking to have a pretty +little brood of chickens gobbled up by this long-legged camel-bird. Even +John did not like this, and he was glad when his father had a slatted +coop made for the hens and their little ones. For a time all went well, +but suddenly the chicks began to disappear, and then Mrs. Richards set a +man to watch.</p> + +<p>After a while up walked Perry, and stood watching the chickens. +Presently a little one came near the slats. Quick as a flash in went +Perry's head, and <i>that</i> little chicken was gone.</p> + +<p>But they spoiled Perry's fun very quickly, for the men went to work at +once and fixed the coops so Perry could not reach one of the chickens.</p> + +<p>Every year Perry used to lose some of his feathers, and after Mrs. +Richards had saved quite a number of them she sent them to her sister in +London, and told her what to do with the money for which they were to be +sold.</p> + +<p>John knew nothing of it, and you may know he was surprised when one hot +Christmas-day he received a box of books and a fine microscope from +London. He showed them to Perry, but as the ostrich did not seem to care +for them, John gave him all the nails and clamps from the box, and these +Perry really did enjoy.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_LOST_STANDARD" id="THE_LOST_STANDARD">THE LOST STANDARD.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY LILLIE E. BARR.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">On the glorious field of Austerlitz</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Napoleon stood when the day was o'er;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Legions of France!" he cried, "pass by,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Bearing your eagles, stained with gore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And torn with shot; but show to France</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;"><i>That none are lost</i>. Advance! advance!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then with a shout the legions rose—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Napoleon watched them marching by;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Each flung its banner to the breeze,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And proudly sought their Emperor's eye.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Above the surging thousands toss'd</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The precious eagles—not one lost.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;"><i>Not one?</i> Without its fife and drum</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">A silent legion sadly tread;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The weary men were dull and dumb—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">There was no flag above their head:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The eagle that Napoleon gave</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Floated no longer o'er the brave.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then, white with anger, "Halt!" he cried,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And sternly called the legion's name.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Your eagle, men!—the flag I gave?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Why die you not for very shame?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Life hath been bought at shameful cost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">If honor and your flag are lost."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With martial tread two veterans step</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">From out the sad and silent band:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Sire, we have fought where'er you led,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In Italy, or Egypt's land.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Amid the thickest of the fray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Our eagle touched the earth to-day.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"And we, unable to retake,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Pressed where the Russian foe came on—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Behold, our Emperor! for thy sake</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;"><i>Two Russian standards</i> we have won;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Yet if our honor thou still doubt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then let our lives the stain wipe out."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The Emperor bared his head; then said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">With misty eyes and eager breath:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Heroes! you've <i>won</i> your eagle now—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Won it from out the jaws of death.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Pass on! these flags shall bear your name</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Among the standards kept by Fame."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Beneath the Invalides' grand dome</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">These Russian standards still find room;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">'Mong royal flags of many lands</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">They droop above Napoleon's tomb.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Such praise and glory have the brave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Who knew when honor's sign was lost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">At any price, at any cost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Honor itself to save.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 312px;"><a name="NOBLESSE_OBLIGE" id="NOBLESSE_OBLIGE"></a> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="312" height="400" alt="" /> +</div> + +<h2>NOBLESSE OBLIGE.</h2> + +<h3>BY MRS. M. E. SANGSTER.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Brownie, old fellow, the grain in the manger</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Is yours, and you've earned it. No wonder you stare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Amazed and displeased, when a pert little ranger</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Comes hopping in boldly your dinner to share.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">You beautiful creature! so rugged and steady,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">So swift and sure-footed, so willing and wise;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Whoever may need you, so gentle and ready,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">I know what you're thinking; it beams from your eyes.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He ruffles his feathers, this petty intruder,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And arches his crest, and is gallant and gay.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">No conduct could possibly seem to you ruder</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Than his, as he leisurely stands in your way.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">But you? Why, you'd scorn to be put in a passion;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">The cause is too slight. You will patiently wait</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Till the satisfied rooster, in vain rooster fashion,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Flies off, without thanks, to some meek little mate.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The thorough-bred follows the law of his being,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">'Tis only with equals he cares to contend;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He bears with annoyance quite patiently, seeing</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">That sooner or later annoyance must end.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="BITS_OF_ADVICE" id="BITS_OF_ADVICE">BITS OF ADVICE.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY AUNT MARJORIE PRECEPT.</h3> + +<h3>SPENDING MONEY.</h3> + +<p>"I wish I had some to spend!" exclaims Florence, as she reads this +title; "but as I have none, I may as well skip this column of <span class="smcap">Young +People</span>."</p> + +<p>Please read it, Florence. To know how to use money, how to save it, and +how to spend it are very important parts of education. Every penny is an +opportunity, and pennies make dollars. There are very few young ladies +and gentlemen who do not spend a generous sum in the course of the year, +and so often it goes for trifles of no real value that when the year is +over they have nothing to show for it. Take the small sum of ten cents. +It may be expended in chocolate cream drops, and eaten up in a few +minutes. It may be spent in buying a dainty little easel for your +mother's photograph, or a pretty illuminated card, or a gay fan, which, +hung on the wall, will make a vivid bit of color, quite brightening the +room. Down the street there is a crippled boy, who watches you with a +sad, wistful face as you go bounding past his window on your way to +school. Poor Jimmy! the hours move very slowly indeed to him. He is fond +of reading, but he has read all the books he possesses till he knows +them almost by heart. For ten cents you can buy a beautiful story, or a +charming illustrated paper, which will give Jimmy two or three days of +delight. The money which we deny ourselves, that we may bestow some +pleasure on others, always is the best investment, for it returns us the +most true happiness.</p> + +<p>Perhaps you can persuade your parents to give you a small amount weekly +or monthly for your particular expenses. Julia and Arthur, a brother and +sister of my acquaintance, have such a sum, and they are careful to keep +an exact account of all that they buy and all that they give away. Their +pens and pencils, luxuries of every sort, and car fare, as well as their +charity fund, come from this allowance, and they are learning the right +use of money as they never could in any other way. A boy who has a +scroll-saw may earn a little income for himself, if he is industrious, +in his play-time. So may one who has a printing-press. A girl who has +learned to embroider nicely, or to paint cups and saucers, can often +have her own money; and let me tell you, money that is earned by one's +own diligence is much more enjoyed than any other.</p> + +<p>A few years ago little Ailee, a friend of mine, was moulding in clay and +drawing with crayons just for her childish amusement. Last year, though +not eighteen, she was able to buy her entire wardrobe from the proceeds +of her pencil. <i>Economy</i> is a noble word. It does not mean stinginess, +but rather good management of whatever one has, and care in the use of +one's means.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 343px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="343" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">BRINGING WOOD FOR GRANDPA'S FIRE.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="TOBY_TYLER" id="TOBY_TYLER"></a> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="500" height="479" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">OLD BEN COMES TO THE RESCUE.</span> +</div> + +<h4>[Begun in No. 58 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, December 7.]</h4> + +<h2>TOBY TYLER;</h2> + +<h3>OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS.</h3> + +<h3>BY JAMES OTIS.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter IV</span>.</h3> + +<h3>THE FIRST DAY WITH THE CIRCUS.</h3> + +<p>When Toby awakened and looked around he could hardly realize where he +was, or how he came there. As far ahead and behind on the road as he +could see, the carts were drawn up on one side; men were hurrying to and +fro, orders were being shouted, and everything showed that the entrance +to the town was about to be made. Directly opposite the wagon on which +he had been sleeping were the four elephants and two camels, and close +behind, contentedly munching their breakfasts, were a number of tiny +ponies. Troops of horses were being groomed and attended to; the road +was littered with saddles, flags, and general decorations, until it +seemed to Toby that there must have been a smash-up, and he now beheld +ruins rather than systematic disorder.</p> + +<p>How different everything looked now, compared to the time when the +cavalcade marched into Guilford, dazzling every one with the gorgeous +display! Then the horses pranced gayly under their gaudy decorations, +the wagons were bright with glass, gilt, and flags, the lumbering +elephants and awkward camels were covered with fancifully embroidered +velvets, and even the drivers of the wagons were resplendent in their +uniforms of scarlet and gold. Now, in the gray light of the early +morning, everything was changed. The horses were tired, muddy, and had +on only dirty harness; the gilded chariots were covered with +mud-bespattered canvas, which caused them to look like the most ordinary +of market wagons; the elephants and camels looked dingy, dirty, almost +repulsive, and the drivers were only a sleepy-looking set of men, who, +in their shirt sleeves, were getting ready for the change which would +dazzle the eyes of the inhabitants of the town.</p> + +<p>Toby descended from his lofty bed, rubbed his eyes to thoroughly awaken +himself, and under the guidance of Ben went to a little brook near by +and washed his face. He had been with the circus not quite ten hours, +but now he could not realize that it had ever seemed bright and +beautiful. He missed his comfortable bed, the quiet and cleanliness, and +the well-spread table; even though he had felt the lack of parents' +care, Uncle Daniel's home seemed the very abode of love and friendly +feeling compared to this condition, where no one appeared to care even +enough for him to scold at him. He was thoroughly homesick, and heartily +wished that he was back in the old town where every one had some slight +interest in him.</p> + +<p>While he was washing his face in the brook he saw some of the boys who +had come out from the town to catch the first glimpse of the circus, and +he saw at once<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> that he was the object of their admiring gaze. He heard +one of the boys say, when they first discovered him,</p> + +<p>"There's one of them, an' he's only a little feller; so I'm going to +talk to him."</p> + +<p>The evident admiration which the boys had for Toby pleased him, and this +pleasure was the only drop of comfort he had had since he started. He +hoped they would come and talk with him, and, that they might have the +opportunity, he was purposely slow in making his toilet.</p> + +<p>The boys approached him shyly, as if they had their doubts whether he +was made of the same material as themselves, and when they got quite +near to him, and satisfied themselves that he was only washing his face +in much the same way that any well-regulated boy would do, the one who +had called attention to him said, half timidly, "Hello!"</p> + +<p>"Hello!" responded Toby, in a tone that was meant to invite confidence.</p> + +<p>"Do you belong to the circus?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Toby, a little doubtfully.</p> + +<p>Then the boys stared at him again as if he had been one of the +strange-looking animals, and the one who had been the spokesman drew a +long breath of envy as he said, longingly, "My! what a nice time you +must have!"</p> + +<p>Toby remembered that only yesterday he had thought that boys must have a +nice time with a circus, and he now felt what a mistake that thought +was; but he concluded that he would not undeceive his new acquaintance.</p> + +<p>"And do they give you frogs to eat, so's to make you limber?"</p> + +<p>This was the first time that Toby had thought of breakfast, and the very +mention of eating made him hungry. He was just at that moment so very +hungry that he did not think he was replying to the question when he +said, quickly, "Eat frogs! I could eat anything, if I only had the +chance."</p> + +<p>The boys took this as an answer to their question, and felt perfectly +convinced that the agility of circus riders and tumblers depended upon +the quantity of frogs eaten, and they looked upon Toby with no little +degree of awe.</p> + +<p>Toby might have undeceived them as to the kind of food he ate, but just +at that moment the harsh voice of Mr. Job Lord was heard calling him, +and he hurried away to commence his first day's work.</p> + +<p>Toby's employer was not the same pleasant, kindly-spoken man that he had +been during the time they were in Guilford, and before the boy was +absolutely under his control. He looked cross, he acted cross, and it +did not take the boy very long to find out that he was very cross.</p> + +<p>He scolded Toby roundly, and launched more oaths at his defenseless head +than Toby had ever heard in his life. He was angry that the boy had not +been on hand to help him, and also that he had been obliged to hunt for +him.</p> + +<p>Toby tried to explain that he had no idea of what he was expected to do, +and that he had been on the wagon to which he had been sent, only +leaving it to wash his face; but the angry man grew more furious.</p> + +<p>"Went to wash your face, did yer? Want to set yourself up for a dandy, I +suppose, and think that you must souse that speckled face of yours into +every brook you come to? I'll soon break you of that; and the sooner you +understand that I can't afford to have you wasting your time in washing, +the better it will be for you."</p> + +<p>Toby now grew angry, and not realizing how wholly he was in this man's +power, he retorted: "If you think I'm going round with a dirty face, +even if it is speckled, for a dollar a week, you're mistaken, that's +all. How many folks would eat your candy if they knew you handled it +over before you washed your hands?"</p> + +<p>"Oho! I've picked up a preacher, have I? Now I want you to understand, +my bantam, that I do all the preaching as well as the practicing myself, +and this is about as quick a way as I know of to make you understand +it."</p> + +<p>As the man spoke he grasped the boy by the coat collar with one hand, +and with the other he plied a thin rubber cane with no gentle force to +every portion of Toby's body that he could reach.</p> + +<p>Every blow caused the poor boy the most intense pain, but he determined +that his tormentor should not have the satisfaction of forcing an outcry +from him, and he closed his teeth so tightly that not a single sound +could escape from his mouth.</p> + +<p>This very silence enraged the man so much that he redoubled the force +and rapidity of his blows, and it is impossible to say what might have +been the consequences had not Ben come that way just then, and changed +the aspect of affairs.</p> + +<p>"Up to your old tricks of whipping the boys, are you, Job?" he said, as +he wrested the cane from the man's hand, and held him off at +arm's-length to prevent him from doing Toby any more mischief.</p> + +<p>Mr. Lord struggled to release himself, and insisted that since the boy +was in his employ, he should do with him just as he saw fit.</p> + +<p>"Now look here, Mr. Lord," said Ben, as gravely as if he was delivering +some profound piece of wisdom: "I've never interfered with you before; +but now I'm going to stop your games of thrashing your boy every morning +before breakfast. You just tell this youngster what you want him to do, +and if he don't do it, you can discharge him. If I hear of your flogging +him, I shall attend to your case at once. You hear me?"</p> + +<p>Ben shook the now terrified candy vender much as if he had been a child, +and then released him, saying to Toby as he did so, "Now, my boy, you +attend to your business as you ought to, and I'll settle his account if +he tries the flogging game again."</p> + +<p>"You see, I don't know what there is for me to do," sobbed Toby, for the +kindly interference of Ben had made him show more feeling than Mr. +Lord's blows had done.</p> + +<p>"Tell him what he must do," said Ben, sternly.</p> + +<p>"I want him to go to work and wash the tumblers, and fix up the things +in that green box, so we can commence to sell as soon as we get into +town," snarled Mr. Lord, as he motioned toward a large green chest that +had been taken out of one of the carts, and which Toby saw was filled +with dirty glasses, spoons, knives, and other utensils such as were +necessary to carry on the business.</p> + +<p>Toby got a pail of water from the brook, hunted around, and found towels +and soap, and devoted himself to his work with such industry that Mr. +Lord could not repress a grunt of satisfaction as he passed him, however +angry he felt because he could not administer the whipping which would +have smoothed his ruffled temper.</p> + +<p>By the time the procession was ready to start for the town, Toby had as +much of his work done as he could find that it was necessary to do, and +his master, in his surly way, half acknowledged that this last boy of +his was better than any he had had before.</p> + +<p>Although Toby had done his work so well, he was far from feeling happy; +he was both angry and sad as he thought of the cruel blows that had been +inflicted, and he had plenty of leisure to repent of the rash step he +had taken, although he could not see very clearly how he was to get away +from it. He thought that he could not go back to Guilford, for Uncle +Daniel would not allow him to come to his house again; and the hot +scalding tears ran down his cheeks as he realized that he was homeless +and friendless in this great big world.</p> + +<p>It was while he was in this frame of mind that the procession, all gaudy +with flags, streamers, and banners, entered the town. Under different +circumstances this would have been a most delightful day for him, for +the entrance of a circus into Guilford had always been a source of one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +day's solid enjoyment; but now he was the most disconsolate and unhappy +boy in all that crowd.</p> + +<p>He did not ride throughout the entire route of the procession, for Mr. +Lord was anxious to begin business, and the moment the tenting ground +was reached, the wagon containing Mr. Lord's goods was driven into the +inclosure, and Toby's day's work began.</p> + +<p>He was obliged to bring water, to cut up the lemons, fetch and carry +fruit from the booth in the big tent to the booth on the outside, until +he was ready to drop with fatigue, and having had no time for breakfast, +was nearly famished.</p> + +<p>It was quite noon before he was permitted to go to the hotel for +something to eat, and then Ben's advice to be one of the first to get to +the tables was not needed.</p> + +<p>In the eating line that day he astonished the servants, the members of +the company, and even himself, and by the time he arose from the table, +with both pockets and his stomach full to bursting, the tables had been +set and cleared away twice while he was making one meal.</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess you didn't hurry yourself much," said Mr. Lord, when Toby +returned to the circus ground.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, I did," was Toby's innocent reply. "I ate just as fast as I +could;" and a satisfied smile stole over the boy's face as he thought of +the amount of solid food he had consumed.</p> + +<p>The answer was not one which was calculated to make Mr. Lord feel any +more agreeably disposed toward his new clerk, and he showed his +ill-temper very plainly as he said, "It must take a good deal to satisfy +you."</p> + +<p>"I s'pose it does," calmly replied Toby. "Sam Merrill used to say that I +took after Aunt Olive and Uncle Dan'l: one ate a good while, an' the +other ate awful fast."</p> + +<p>Toby could not understand what it was that Mr. Lord said in reply, but +he could understand that his employer was angry at somebody or +something, and he tried unusually hard to please him. He talked to the +boys who had gathered around, to induce them to buy, washed the glasses +as fast as they were used, tried to keep off the flies, and in every way +he could think of endeavored to please his master.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_YOUNG_ESQUIMAUX" id="THE_YOUNG_ESQUIMAUX">THE YOUNG ESQUIMAUX.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.</h3> + +<p>"It's no use, Fred."</p> + +<p>"Why not, Rory? We could do it. I just know we could."</p> + +<p>"You and I wouldn't be enough. Besides, we haven't the things, and we +can't get 'em."</p> + +<p>"No white bears, do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and no canoes, and spears, and bows and arrows. And look at the +way they're dressed. It's no use playing Esquimaux, and not have +anything to do it with."</p> + +<p>"Now," said Fred, with another long look at the picture in the book, +"you're going for too much. We can get all the boys."</p> + +<p>"Guess we can, now they daren't start another snow-ball match."</p> + +<p>"Think of all the snow, Rory. It's just thawed enough to pack. We can go +back of the orchard and make a snow house as big as that."</p> + +<p>Fred had spent his whole evening, the night before, over that book of +<i>Arctic</i> Voyages, and he had brought it to bear on Rory the first thing +after breakfast.</p> + +<p>"I'll read it when we get home," said Rory; "but I'd better go around +after some boys now."</p> + +<p>"And I'll go and pick out a good place, and start the house."</p> + +<p>The snow was deep enough anywhere that winter, but it was not a very +cold day, and every drift and level was in prime condition for +snow-balling. The difficulty was that too much of that kind of fun had +been going on all the week, and so the grand "match" set for that +Saturday had been forbidden by the Academy Trustees.</p> + +<p>"They'd about half kill themselves if we'd let 'em," had been the solemn +comment of old Squire Garrison, and nobody dreamed of disputing his +decision, for he was President of the Board, and the wisest man in the +village.</p> + +<p>Rory was not gone long, and when he returned, and went through the yard +and garden into the orchard, half a dozen boys were following him.</p> + +<p>Fred had been at work. He had carried out the big wooden snow-shovel and +the grain-scoop shovel and the spade, but the first question Bob Sanders +asked was:</p> + +<p>"Boards? What are they for? You don't want any boards in a snow house."</p> + +<p>"And the Esquimaux don't have any," said Rory.</p> + +<p>Fred had put down four of them flat on the snow, and was now shovelling +a heap of snow upon them from the spot he had chosen for the house.</p> + +<p>"Boards?" he said. "Why, boys, that's our brick-yard."</p> + +<p>"Brick-yard? Snow bricks? What's the saw for? You can't cut snow with a +saw."</p> + +<p>"I'll show you. Just you fellows pile on snow, and bang it down hard +with a spade. We're going to do just what the Esquimaux do."</p> + +<p>"I've brought my own shovel," said Bill Evans, "and so has Barney +Herriman."</p> + +<p>"We want this foundation trodden hard and level first. It's pretty near +ready. Now I'll mark it out."</p> + +<p>There were other boys in that crowd who could beat Fred at some things, +even at base-ball and swimming, and he had not taken a single prize at +the end of the school term; but when it came to "making" anything, he +could step right ahead, and they all knew it.</p> + +<p>It was just as Barney Herriman said: "Come on, boys. Fred Park is boss +of this job."</p> + +<p>He was bossing it, as a matter of course, and it looked as if he knew +pretty well what he was about.</p> + +<p>He stuck a peg in the snow for a centre, and around that, with a string +five feet long and another peg, he marked a circle that was just ten +feet across.</p> + +<p>"Now, boys, there's eight of us, and we can build the biggest snow house +you ever saw. The snow packs splendidly. We'll make our bricks a foot +wide and a foot high and a foot and a half long."</p> + +<p>How they did pile the soft snow upon those boards, now they understood +what they were meant for!</p> + +<p>Bang! stamp! bang! down went the sticky heap, until Fred said he guessed +it would cut.</p> + +<p>"Keep on, boys; pile it up."</p> + +<p>They couldn't help stopping to watch him, though, while he cut out his +first bricks with that saw. It went through the snow so nice and easy, +and Bill Evans remarked, "Can't he handle a saw!"</p> + +<p>He worked away, till a dozen bricks were ready, and he made them a +little shorter on one side than on the other.</p> + +<p>"What's that for?" asked Bob Sanders. But then Bob never opened his +mouth without asking something; and all Fred told him was,</p> + +<p>"So they'll fit around in a circle. The short side goes in."</p> + +<p>"It's the way the Esquimaux do," said Rory. "He read all about it in a +book last night."</p> + +<p>"Go ahead, boys," said Fred. "It'll take just thirty of those bricks to +go around. It won't take so many after that."</p> + +<p>They pounded and shovelled, while he cut and set the bricks, and then he +went all around that circle with the back of the saw, shaving it off so +it sloped inward a little.</p> + +<p>"Won't it let 'em slip off?" asked Bob.</p> + +<p>"Guess not. Don't you see how that one sticks? It<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> only leans in a +little. You'll see. Let's pitch in. The snow's grand."</p> + +<p>So it was—just as if it had been made for bricks; and before long +Barney Herriman found he could saw them out while Fred was putting them +on, so that the house went up faster.</p> + +<p>The round wall curved in and in, but each successive tier of snow bricks +held itself up, just as Fred had seen in the picture of the Esquimaux at +work.</p> + +<p>It was not long before he had to send Rory into the house for a chair to +stand on.</p> + +<p>"I've got to stay inside."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Bob Sanders, "don't you mean to have any door? How'll you +get out after your roof's on?"</p> + +<p>"Give me the saw, and I'll fix that while Rory's gone for the chair."</p> + +<p>It was easy enough to cut a hole two feet square down at the floor, and +Fred said, "We can make a long crawl-hole entry, such as the Esquimaux +use, when we've finished the house."</p> + +<p>"The roof's the toughest part of the job," said Bill Evans.</p> + +<p>He was mistaken in that, however, for the last rounds of bricks were +fitted in just as easily as any others, only Fred made them shorter and +shorter, till there was only a hole a foot square left at the middle of +the roof.</p> + +<p>"Going to plug that up, are you?" asked Bob.</p> + +<p>"Plug it up? Don't you suppose we want a chimney?"</p> + +<p>"Well, but what'll you do for windows?"</p> + +<p>"Tell you what, boys, if we had some slabs of ice that weren't too +thick, we just could have some windows."</p> + +<p>"Guess we can fix that," said Bill Evans. "Squire Garrison's men sawed a +couple of loads of ice out of the pond yesterday, and it didn't freeze +more'n an inch last night."</p> + +<p>He and Joe Herriman and Wash McGee set off almost<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> on a run after some +of that ice, and they were back in less than twenty minutes with enough +of it to glaze one of the big windows at the Academy.</p> + +<p>Fred shouted when he saw it: "That beats the Esquimaux! Why, it's as +clear as glass. The light'll come right through."</p> + +<p>So it did, when the ice windows were finished, and you could see to read +inside the house, but you could not enjoy the scenery much through those +windows.</p> + +<p>"Won't need any blinds," said Barney Herriman, "to keep folks from +looking in."</p> + +<p>"Hullo! see what Rory's got."</p> + +<p>"Buffalo-skins!"</p> + +<p>"Two of 'em."</p> + +<p>"Boys, we must put in some furniture. Snow benches—"</p> + +<p>"And a snow stove."</p> + +<p>"No, I guess the Esquimaux get along without a stove. But then they have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +piles and piles of bear-skins, and seal-skins, and reindeer-skins, and +all sorts, and they eat whale blubber to keep 'em warm."</p> + +<p>"Won't roast pork do just as well?" asked Bob Sanders.</p> + +<p>"Well, it might, if it's the fattest kind of pork."</p> + +<p>"'Cause that's what we're going to have for dinner at our house. I'll +eat enough to keep me warm, if I stay in there all the afternoon."</p> + +<p>"Come in, boys," said Fred. "And bring in the buffalo-skins. Let's try +it."</p> + +<p>They all crept in, one after the other, and sat down on the soft furs +like so many Turks.</p> + +<p>"They'll want these in the sleigh by-and-by," said Rory.</p> + +<p>"Isn't this jolly, though?"</p> + +<p>"It's warm enough without any kind of fire."</p> + +<p>"I don't want any blubber."</p> + +<p>"Nor any pork, either."</p> + +<p>"Tell you what, boys, if it freezes good and hard to-night, this +house'll be wonderfully strong. We'll make an entryway just such as I +saw in the picture, and we'll get some old carpet, and some stools—"</p> + +<p>"Hullo, boys! Fred! Rory! What have you done with my buffalo-robes?"</p> + +<p>It was the voice of Dr. Park himself, outside; and then they heard the +great, deep, gruff tones of Squire Garrison himself.</p> + +<p>"I declare, Doctor, they've done it! Bricks! All of a size."</p> + +<p>"Cost them a good deal of hard work, I should say."</p> + +<p>"Don't tell 'em, Doctor. Don't let 'em know it was work. They'd never +build another. Couldn't hire 'em to."</p> + +<p>Fred and Rory were crawling out with the buffalo-skins, and their father +said to them:</p> + +<p>"It won't do, boys; the Esquimaux never kill any buffaloes."</p> + +<p>"Bears, father—white bears—"</p> + +<p>"And seals, and whales, and walruses, and—"</p> + +<p>"Doctor," exclaimed Squire Garrison, "I'm for a look inside."</p> + +<p>The other boys had been keeping as still as so many mice, except that +they had very promptly kicked the buffalo-skins out from under them, and +half of them had their hands before their mouths now to keep from +laughing, as Squire Garrison knocked his tall hat off against the snow +bricks, and his big gray head came poking in.</p> + +<p>Chuckle, chuckle, from the boys, and the Squire looked up.</p> + +<p>"I declare, Doctor! Such a lot of young bears!"</p> + +<p>"Bears? Oh no, Squire, they're Esquimaux Indians. I heard them talking +it over this morning. Can you see inside?"</p> + +<p>"See? Why, I can stand up! It's capital. Windows, too. Is that glass?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir, it's ice."</p> + +<p>"Tell you what, boys, this is nice."</p> + +<p>"We're going to stick icicles all around, and make it real pretty, +by-and-by," said Fred.</p> + +<p>"Then you come over and get my big square barn lantern, and see how +that'll make it look after dark."</p> + +<p>The Squire was a good friend of boys and fun, after all, and both he and +the Doctor came out that evening to see the white walls of the Esquimaux +hut, and the liberal allowance of icicles the boys had stuck up, glitter +and shine and wink in the light of the great lantern.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="500" height="621" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE NEW YEAR.</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CAPTAIN_WEATHERBYS_FUR_CAP" id="CAPTAIN_WEATHERBYS_FUR_CAP">CAPTAIN WEATHERBY'S FUR CAP.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY DAVID KER.</h3> + +<p>"If you're going out again to-night, my friend, I'd advise you to leave +this new fur cap of yours at home, and take your sea cap instead."</p> + +<p>So spoke a hospitable Russian merchant to his guest, Captain Cyrus +Weatherby, skipper and part owner of the good ship <i>Seabird</i>, of Boston. +The Captain had reached St. Petersburg late enough in the fall for it to +be already pretty cold at night, and his first exploit on landing was to +buy a magnificent fur cap, which, as he said, would "astonish his folks +at the Hub some" when he got back.</p> + +<p>"What should I leave it at home for?" asked the skipper. "I s'pose I +ain't going to be arrested as a Nihilist 'cause I've got a new cap on?"</p> + +<p>"No; but if you go out with it, you'll most likely come back without +it."</p> + +<p>"Somebody going to steal it, eh?"</p> + +<p>"Just so, and I'll tell you how. There's a fellow going around here just +now who makes a regular trade of snapping up all the good caps he can +lay his hands on. He hires a hack carriage, and drives about the streets +after dark at a rattling pace, the driver being, of course, a +confederate of his own. Then, whenever he passes a man with a +high-priced cap on—like yours, for instance—he leans forward and +snatches it off,<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> while the driver puts his horse to speed, and is out +of sight before there's time to cry, 'Help!'"</p> + +<p>"Pretty smart that," growled the Massachusetts man. "I guess I must give +that land-shark a wide berth. Whereabouts does he cruise, so as I may +keep clear of him?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you might meet him in any of the streets near the Isaac +Cathedral, but his general place is the Bolshaya Morskaya [Great Marine] +Street."</p> + +<p>"All right."</p> + +<p>Up to his room went Captain Weatherby, and taking out the precious cap, +began to stitch on to it, with sailor-like dexterity, two huge ear-laps, +each furnished with a stout ribbon. Then he tied it on, and tested the +strength of the fastenings by a vigorous tug.</p> + +<p>"Won't do," he muttered; "they mightn't break, but again they might, and +then it would be all up. Guess a strap won't do any harm."</p> + +<p>The strap being drawn round his head, and buckled firmly under his chin, +the worthy sailor seemed more at his ease, and grunted, defiantly, "Now, +then, let's see if a Boston boy ain't a match for any Russian that ever +ate tallow!"</p> + +<p>Out went the Captain; but his friend's warning seemed to have made very +little impression upon him, for instead of avoiding the neighborhood of +the Isaac Cathedral, he went straight toward it. The vast golden dome, +towering over its massive pillars of polished granite, made a gallant +show in the brilliant Northern moonlight; but just then the Captain had +something else to think about. At the very corner of the great square he +suddenly caught sight of a bare-headed man shouting lustily for the +police,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> while a drosky (hack carriage) was just vanishing in the +distance.</p> + +<p>"Well, if that pirate hain't scuttled one craft already!" muttered our +hero; "but he don't catch Cy Weatherby so easy, all the same."</p> + +<p>Away tramped the valiant Captain along the sidewalk of the Morskaya, +turning up the cuffs of his pilot-coat with a business-like air as he +went. He had scarcely gone a hundred yards when his quick ear caught the +roll of wheels coming toward him from the other end of the short street, +which, for a wonder, was almost deserted.</p> + +<p>"Stand to your guns, boys," chuckled the Captain; "here comes the +enemy."</p> + +<p>A drosky came dashing by, and its occupant, just as he passed, bent +forward and made a snatch at the new cap. But the strap held firm; and +instantly the sailor's iron hand grasped the fellow's wrist, and jerked +him from his seat. The next moment he lay writhing on the sidewalk, +under a shower of battering blows dealt with all the power of a fist +that might have done duty for a sledge-hammer; while his worthy +confederate, so far from helping him, drove off as fast as he could go.</p> + +<p>"What's all this?" asked a gruff voice in Russian, as a tall +frieze-coated figure, with the cap and badge of a city policeman, +appeared at Weatherby's elbow.</p> + +<p>The Captain was not much of a Russian scholar, but his expressive signs, +and a glance at the robber's face, soon enlightened the policeman, who +rubbed his big hands gleefully.</p> + +<p>"You've done us a good turn, father, whoever you are. This is the very +fellow we've been looking for, and there's a good big reward offered for +him. Here comes one of my mates, and we'll just bundle the scamp off to +the <i>tchast</i> [police office] at once."</p> + +<p>This was soon done, and Captain Weatherby got his fair share of the +reward, as well as the satisfaction of having been "too smart for a +thieving Russian," which, as he assured his Boston friends on his return +home, was well worth double the money.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_DORMOUSE" id="THE_DORMOUSE">THE DORMOUSE.</a></h2> + +<p>Sometimes when people are asked whether they ever kept tame dormice, +they answer, with a shudder, "Oh dear no!" It then turns out that they +have never seen one, but think, because they dislike common mice and +rats, that these must also be disagreeable animals, and are quite +surprised to hear that they are not really mice, but belong to the +squirrel tribe. They were always great favorites with us, and we have +had a long succession of them as pets ever since we were babies. What +can be prettier than the fat, round little things, with their soft +red-brown hair, long furry tails, white chests, and great black eyes?</p> + +<p>Bertha tells me that the first thing she can remember doing in her whole +life is running about the room, tossing her pinafore up and down, to the +great delight, as she supposed, of a dormouse that was in it, and then +suddenly seeing him clambering up the table-cloth at the other side of +the room.</p> + +<p>The first dormouse that I can remember was one called Mouffette. He also +belonged to Bertha. He was so tame that she used to put him in a doll's +cart, with a tiny whip in one hand and the reins in the other, and draw +it round the garden; and she often walked about out-of-doors with the +little thing on her shoulder. Another was very fond of cream, though it +was said to be bad for his health, and was sometimes allowed to drink it +out of a tiny ivory cup that he held in his hand.</p> + +<p>At one time, when both my sisters had a dormouse, my father said that +whichever of them learned first to work a shirt front very nicely should +have a beautiful new cage for her pet. Unfortunately, Emily's "Bear" +had, two days before, got loose, and ran up the bedroom chimney, and +since then nothing had been seen or heard of him; so she was very +unhappy, thinking that if she did get a new cage, there would be no +dormouse to put in it. However, that evening, as they were going to bed, +they heard a little noise in the chimney, and presently down walked +Master Bear into his cage, which had been placed on the hob, and began +to eat nuts.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h4><a name="MILDREDS_BARGAIN" id="MILDREDS_BARGAIN">[Begun in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 58, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h2>MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</h2> + +<h3>A Story for Girls.</h3> + +<h3>BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter IV</span>.</h3> + +<p>Mildred thought she had never seen anything finer than the beautiful +hall and staircase at Miss Jenner's. She scarcely felt her foot fall on +the rich dark carpets as she made her way up stairs into a beautiful +old-fashioned room where half a dozen young people were congregated, +laying aside their wraps. They were talking and laughing gayly, and +Mildred recognized them as the daughters of the "leading people" in +Milltown—girls about her own age or a little younger, to whom she had +constantly sold ribbons or laces, or the "newest thing" in mantles. Poor +Milly felt the pink coloring all her face, as she stood among them, some +way feeling shut out. She was not old enough nor wise enough to realize +the honorable side of her own life and its hard work; she thought only +of what their feelings would be were they to recognize in her one of +"Hardman's" girls. But as no one knew her, two or three whispered +together, wondering who the pretty lady-like stranger could be, and as +they all went down the oak stairs together, one of the girls spoke to +her in a friendly, good-humored way. Milly was glad of company as she +found herself at the door of the long, beautiful room in which Miss +Jenner stood waiting for her young friends. The eyes of the poor little +"sales-woman" were dazzled by the quiet elegance of the room—the many +pictures, the statuary, and articles of <i>virtu</i> from many lands. Milly +forgot even her fright and her intense consciousness of her gray silk in +her pleasure at these novel sights.</p> + +<p>"So you found your way here, Mildred," Miss Jenner said, in her brusque +though kindly voice. "Well, I'm glad to see you. Now come and let me +introduce you to my niece, for this is <i>her</i> company."</p> + +<p>Mildred found herself following Miss Jenner into a pretty half-shaded +room at the end of the parlor. A young girl of about fifteen, very +slight and delicate, but exceedingly pretty, was seated there, with one +or two young people near her.</p> + +<p>"Alice," said Miss Jenner, using a tone so soft that Mildred could not +believe it was her new friend's voice, "this is Mildred Lee: I want you +to make great friends with her."</p> + +<p>The young girl stretched out a slim hand with something uncertain in her +gesture. As Mildred took it, Miss Jenner whispered, with a deep sigh, +"She is <i>blind</i>."</p> + +<p>Mildred felt full of compassion for the poor young girl, who, surrounded +by so much that was beautiful, could see and understand nothing of it; +but she speedily found that Alice Jenner took the keenest delight in +conversation. As they were left by themselves half an hour, Mildred +found it a pleasant task to entertain her. She described for her +amusement the little company, the dresses, the effect of everything, +finally drifting into her own affairs, and avowing her position at Mr. +Hardman's. Alice listened with delight; Milly's life was so different +from hers.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I should think so," sighed Milly, glancing around at the +luxurious, warmly tinted rooms; then she remembered the young girl's +infirmity.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, Milly," said Alice, "you would not change with me."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 282px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="282" height="300" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">MILDRED AT THE PARTY.</span> +</div> + +<p>When tea was announced, Milly found it hard to leave her new friend, but +she thoroughly enjoyed the bountiful and sumptuous meal to which they +all sat down. Later, games were played in which Alice could join, and +finally Miss Jenner's nephew, a tall boy a little older than Milly, was +called over to take her to the library. Mildred never had seen such a +room as that library. Not only were there all the books she had most +wanted to read, but there were photographs of every place under the sun, +and engravings of all the great masters she had heard her father talk +about. So keenly interested was she in it all, that young Jenner went +away, bringing back his blind sister, and begging Milly to "describe it +all to Alice." Nothing could have pleased her better, and so the three +bent over a book of engravings, Alice listening eagerly while Mildred +explained each picture in elaborate detail. Roger Jenner begged Mildred +not to pause, even though ice-cream was being handed around in the +parlor—he would go and bring in Alice's and her own share. He returned +speedily, followed by a servant carrying a tray with the ices and +delicious cups of hot chocolate upon it. Roger was divided between +listening to an account of Raphael's St. Cecilia and the duty of handing +Mildred her chocolate, while Milly absently stretched out her fingers +for the cup. It was an instant's awkwardness on both sides, followed by +a little cry from Milly, and a stare of horror from Roger. The cup of +boiling chocolate poured in a brown stream down the front of her gray +silk dress.</p> + +<p>Poor Mildred! I am afraid, in spite of Roger's anxious apologies and her +own instinctive politeness, she looked very miserable. The rest of the +evening hung but heavily on her hands. Alice easily dismissed the +subject, not guessing of how much importance one silk dress could be to +any one, little knowing the misery in her companion's mind. Mildred +tried to continue her narrations, but she was glad when the room filled, +and Alice's chair became a general centre; still more pleased when it +came time for her to go home, and she could again wrap her water-proof +over her new dress, and feel it hidden. Miss Jenner had certainly been +very kind. Even one or two hours in such a beautiful house was enough to +fill her with delight, and Alice and Roger were charming companions; but +Milly, as she stood in the dressing-room, felt somehow the evening had +not been a success, and her comfort received its last shock on +overhearing two of the "leading" young ladies whisper to a third, "Why, +that girl in the gray silk dress is one of Hardman's clerks. How <i>could</i> +Miss Jenner have invited her? And see how she's all dressed up." Mildred +felt rather than saw the sneering looks which followed her out of the +room. Poor child! her heart under the much-prized dress was beating with +mortification and disappointment as she went down stairs. Miss Jenner +said very little about seeing her again, and when she joined Joe in the +hall, she found him in a most unamiable mood.</p> + +<p>"What is it, Joey?" said Milly, as they went out of the gate. Come what +might, Mildred was always a thoughtful, gentle elder sister.</p> + +<p>"Why, the landlord's been in," Joe said, sulkily, "and he says we <i>must</i> +pay in advance after this. I <i>wish</i> the day could come, Mil," added the +boy, "when <i>I</i> could get a place in at Hardman's."</p> + +<p>Poor Milly gave a little groan. "Don't say that, dear," she said. +"People talk of <i>my</i> being there as if it was a disgrace. Don't bother +about Mr. Stiles, Joey; I'll see him to-morrow."</p> + +<p>Deborah was waiting up to hear Milly's account of the party, and was +wrathful at the girl's running quickly up stairs, not knowing what she +had to conceal. Once in her own room, Milly looked eagerly at the +stained silk. It was hopelessly ruined! Chocolate she knew never would +submit to any cleansing, and so she put it away with a sigh, feeling she +had paid dearly for one evening's finery. For the first time since her +bargain, the thought of the thirty dollars weighed like a guilty secret +on her heart. She could not sleep, but after going to bed lay thinking +of the weekly visit she must receive from that bold, hard-featured +woman.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="THAT_SMALL_PIECEE_BOY_FROM_CHINA" id="THAT_SMALL_PIECEE_BOY_FROM_CHINA"></a> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="400" height="377" alt="" /> +</div> + +<h2>THAT SMALL PIECEE BOY FROM CHINA.</h2> + +<h3>BY MRS. LIZZIE W. CHAMPNEY.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">'Twas a little Asiatic</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Sitting sadly on the deck,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Who with wailings loud, emphatic,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Watched his home fade to a speck,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">While his saffron-hued complexion</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Altered to deep olive green,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And the tears of retrospection</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In his almond eyes were seen.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Still he scanned the far horizon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Touching neither bread nor meat;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And we feared that he would die soon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">For we could not make him eat.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Sympathy, and e'en religion,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Had for him no hope or cheer.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Speakee you too much fool pigeon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Better China home than here.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Me no likee English junkee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">English chowchow too no nice.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Why no can some roasted monkey?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">What for not some piecee mice?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Number one no washee dishee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Catchee chopsticks scouree bright;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Too much workee, this boy wishee</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Top-side makee, flyee kite."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"Make a kite, you foolish fellow,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Kindly then the Captain said.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With delight his cheeks so yellow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Flushed almost to rosy red.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">As he worked, an inspiration</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In his eager fingers burned.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Each on board made his donation,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Every scrap to use was turned.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To begin, the galley scullion</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Gave a worn-out cracked guitar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Which would utter shrieks æolian</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">As the breeze bore it afar;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Slats there were from blinds Venetian,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And a tattered parasol.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Wondered we at such provision,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Sure it could not carry all.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Two old bonnets, an air cushion,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">With a bandbox painted green,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Rockets two, to set it rushing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And an ancient crinoline,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Wings from a torn old umbrella,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">While a tail of many rags</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Showed in its red, white, and yellow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">He had stol'n the signal flags.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Vain our taunts, our sneers invidious,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">For each day the structure grew</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Stronger, vaster, and more hideous,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Yet more awful to the view.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Cloven tongue all barbed and hissing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And a snaky horned wig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Goggle eyes revolving, whizzing</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In a fiery whirligig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Till with joy Kong's face resembled</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">A great orange sent from Seville.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">All who saw the kite now trembled,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">'Twas so very like a devil.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And Kong scanned the far horizon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Till from out the western main</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Rose a black and threatening typhoon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And it blew a hurricane.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">On the poop Kong danced ecstatic,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And he gave his demon string.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">As it tugged with curve erratic</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Loud and clear we heard him sing:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">"No more chowchow mutton hashee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Soon me suck fat shark tail fin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Soon one pigtail full of cashee</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Me give cumshaw Joss, Pekin;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Soon me sing my China sing-song,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Chowchow nice bird-nest pudding.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ha quai, fly, go top-side Chin chong</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Choy, old English junk. Chin chin."</span><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="700" height="404" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Shrieked we all in accents frantic,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">"Oh, come back, you China boy!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Vain: he soared o'er the Atlantic</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In a straight course for Amoy.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And the soldiers of Gibraltar</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Saw him whizzing through the sky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Like a bomb-shell to the assault, or</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">A gigantic comet high.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And the tempest waged still windier</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">As he crossed the great canal,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Till, with but a glance at India,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">He reached safe the China wall.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">There, in a pagoda finer</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Far than I can tell or write,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">That small piecee boy from China</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">Now reposes with his kite.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"></a> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="600" height="258" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Darlington Heights, Virginia</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>My papa says there is no difficulty in painting magic-lantern +slides with water-color paints, and the design can easily be made +without using those dangerous chemicals. He used to make slides in +this way when he was a boy: Take a slip of glass of the proper +size, and cover one side with a coat of mastic varnish, and let it +dry well. Then make your sketch on a piece of white paper, and lay +your slide over it, and trace the outlines on the glass with a fine +camel's-hair brush and India ink. Now mix your water-colors with +thin gum water, and you will find you can paint quite well on the +varnished surface. If there is any difficulty, a little ox-gall, +which can be bought at any paint shop, will make it right. All the +details must be carefully painted with a very fine brush, as the +magic lantern magnifies all defects. Only transparent colors, like +gamboge, Prussian blue, lakes, and madders, can be used. The slides +should be finished by covering all the glass, except the figures, +with black oil-paint, and adding another coat of varnish to the +slide.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry J</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Stalybridge, Lancashire, England</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a little English girl nine years old; I have a kind auntie in +America, who sends us <span class="smcap">Harper's Bazar</span> and <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. My sisters +and I are delighted with them. My papa has some very kind cousins +in Kentucky. Cousin S—— has invited us to go and see him, and +have some of his nice fruit, and mamma says we may some time if we +are good. We call him uncle, because we love him so. He sent some +American flour to papa, who keeps a store here, and we have had one +hundred barrels of American apples, and are going to have more. We +have the Stars and Stripes and Union-Jack at papa's store, and the +children here call it the "'Merica shop."</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Louise Mary K</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Mankato, Kansas</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have lived in this place ten years. I am eleven years old. A +great change has taken place here since I came. Not long ago this +was the Indians' country. We could see traces of them, and often +felt afraid. Buffalo, antelopes, and wolves were very numerous, and +frequently ran past our house. Nearly everybody lived in "dug-outs" +then, but now things are beginning to look civilized. We have a +railroad, and churches and school-houses. People are building fine +houses, and everything is progressing rapidly. Papa and mamma have +lived in Kansas for twenty-one years.</p> + +<p>We have a large cat and a mocking-bird, which are on very friendly +terms with each other, and will often eat together from the same +dish.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Eleanor W</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Lancaster, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Here are two pretty botanical experiments, which may be new to some +readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. Place a sponge of any size in a saucer, +which must be kept filled with water. Sprinkle some canary-seed on +the top of the sponge, and in a short time it will sprout and +become a beautiful bunch of long green grass.</p> + +<p>A crocus bulb, if wrapped in cotton and placed in a saucer of +water, will in course of time sprout and bloom.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Carl R. E</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>When I was seven years old my brother, my two sisters, and myself +were presented with four white Angora rabbits. Two were lost, but +before long the other pair had five little ones, and in time there +were nineteen.</p> + +<p>Two summers ago we visited the White Mountains. I had a baby +rabbit which I liked better than any of the others, so I took it +with me. It was very tame, and would follow me everywhere. Its +name was Snowball. It lived on bread, milk, clover, and other +greens, and it liked candy as well as I do. I took it to the White +Mountains in a basket with a little hay in it. When we reached +there, Snowball was very tired, and I put it to bed. We were among +the mountains eleven days, and Snowball grew very fat before we +came home.</p> + +<p>I never let it out in the rain; but one day it ran out when I did +not know it; I caught it, and was carrying it up stairs to comb +and dry its hair, when it fell backward from my shoulder and +dislocated its back. I had to have it killed with chloroform. It +was stuffed, and is now in my room.</p> + +<p>In the winter all of my rabbits died except eight, and the day I +went back to the country those were left out-of-doors in a coop. +In the morning when I went to feed them they were all dead. A dog +had broken into the coop in the night. That was the end of my +beautiful rabbits, and I can not tell of my great sorrow.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">H. F. White</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">San Jose, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am eleven years old, and I delight to read <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I like +it better and better every week.</p> + +<p>We have just returned from a pleasure-trip all over California. It +was delightful eating oranges from the trees in Los Angeles, and +catching trout in the beautiful streams in the Sierra Nevada +Mountains.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Tommie H</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Occidental, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I live in the far West, among the redwoods of Sonoma County, +seventy miles from San Francisco, on the North Pacific Coast +Railroad. There are a number of saw-mills here, and there are large +redwood trees, some of which are over twelve feet through. Some of +the pine-trees will make seventeen cords of four-foot wood.</p> + +<p>Not far from our house there is one of the highest railroad +bridges in the State. It is one hundred and thirty-seven and a +half feet from the creek to the roadway.</p> + +<p>We have several kinds of wild animals around here.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">S. Edward E</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Trinity, Louisiana</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I live in a little town called Trinity, because it is built where +three rivers meet. We have an overflow here nearly every year, and +have lots of fun going about in boats, but we generally get tired +before the water goes off the ground.</p> + +<p>I am ten years old. I have five sisters and four brothers. We do +not go to school, but have a governess. We had a pet deer, but it +died the first cold weather. I have been taking music lessons +seven months, and can play a few pieces. We all like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> +very much.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Retta S</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Sunbury, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have never written to <span class="smcap">Young People</span> before, and now I want to tell +about my flowers. I raised over one hundred and fifty plants from +slips last summer. I like the light blue heliotrope better than any +other house plant, so I have propagated about twenty-five plants of +that.</p> + +<p>I had a rabbit given to me recently. I call it Dicky. It eats +turnips, cabbage, and apples.</p> + +<p>I like <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. "Out of the Woods" was a splendid +story. I am thirteen years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mary R</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;"><span class="smcap">Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I wish to tell all the correspondents that, as I have exchanged +postage stamps with a great many, I have now no more duplicates +left, and will not be able to supply any more boys.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">G. C. Wiggin</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am all out of curiosities now, and can not exchange them any +longer, but I would like to exchange postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Teddy Smith</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">641 Cass Avenue, Detroit, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I live on the great prairies of Dakota, not far from the pipe-stone +quarries. It is said to be the only place in the world where +pipe-stone is found. It is used by the Indians for making pipes, +rings, beads, and other things. I would like to exchange specimens +of pipe-stone for sea-shells, ocean curiosities, Egyptian postage +stamps, foreign coins, or Indian relics.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George F. Smith</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of Allen Smith, P. O. Box 38,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Aurora, Brookings County, Dakota.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>The following exchanges are also offered by correspondents:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Relics gathered on the ancient sites of Onondaga Indian villages +for Indian relics from other localities, ocean curiosities, or +minerals.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Lyman H. Norton</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Plainville, Onondaga County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>California birds' eggs for eggs from other localities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fannie W. Rogers</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Gilroy, Santa Clara County, California.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Crochet patterns and postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Tessie Lindsay</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Wappingers Falls, Dutchess County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks, minerals, sea-shells, coins, and other curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George J. Anthony</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">235 First Street, Jersey City, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps and postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Leslie I. Ray</span>, Ishpeming, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign postage stamps. A stone from New York State, for one from +any other State except New Jersey.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Edwin M. Cox, Jun</span>.,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Spuyten Duyvel, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps and sea-shells.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Walter Mandell</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">666 Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign postage stamps for Indian relics and other curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">A. H. Van Buskirk</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">429 East Fifty-eighth Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Stones, stamps, and coins.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles Stewart</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">North Evanston, Cook County, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Annie P. Carrier</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Shady Side, Pittsburgh, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks, Indian arrow-heads, or specimens of iron, copper, or +nickel ores from Norway, for birds' eggs or foreign postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Gertrude A. Arnold</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">177 North Pearl Street, Buffalo, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>An open boll of cotton, exactly as grown on the stalk, for foreign +stamps or coin.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Joseph Hawkins</span>, Prosperity, S. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>About six hundred postage stamps and an international stamp album +for a scroll saw.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">A. S. Wettach</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 891, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">James H. Dewson</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">113 Schermerhorn Street, Brooklyn, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps and relics.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">John A. Selkirk</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">132 First Street, Albany, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Robert Kreider</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 119, Mauch Chunk, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Pressed leaves and ferns, or postmarks, for leaves and ferns from +other localities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Agnes</span> and <span class="smcap">Carrie Rauchfuss</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Golconda, Pope County, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">O. M. Freeman</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Albion, Providence County, R. I.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Indian arrow-heads for birds' eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Isobel Jacob</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Darlington Heights, Prince Edward Co., Va.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks for different kinds of buttons.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Emma Radford</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Gloversville, Fulton County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Minerals, fossils, and ferns.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ruthe S. Collin</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Cornell College, Mount Vernon, Iowa.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fred Harris</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">322 East Fifty-seventh Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">S. D. Wright</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of J. B. Wright,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Insects and postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Grace Sturtevant</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">South Framingham, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Pieces of crystallized starch from what is said to be the largest +starch factory in the world, dovetailed pieces of wood from a large +box manufactory, or pebbles and stones from Lake Ontario, for +specimens of workmanship from any manufacturing establishment in +the United States, or minerals.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George D. Gillett</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">136 West Fourth Street, Oswego, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Twenty postmarks for ten foreign postage stamps. No duplicates.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">John V. L. Pierson</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Bloomfield, Essex County, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Louis <span class="smcap">Huicq</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Hoboken, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Minerals, fossils, birds' eggs, and foreign and United States +postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Arthur Milliken</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Emporia, Kan.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Stones from Utah and Germany, and Indian arrow-heads for birds' +eggs or stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry Everett</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">2447 Cottage Grove Avenue, Chicago, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Iron, lead, zinc, sulphur, and magnetic iron for curiosities, other +ores, or stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Edwin Heilig</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Wytheville, Wythe County, Va.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Allan J. Houghton</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 619, Washington, D. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Michigan postmarks and minerals and shells from the Atlantic Ocean +for shells and curiosities from the Pacific coast.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Robert J. Lasier</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">124 Fort Street West, Detroit, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Willie J. F</span>.—Club or Acme. For full information, see advertisement of +Peck & Snyder, or Barney & Berry, in our columns.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Willie F. W</span>.—1. Twenty-five-cent gold pieces have been coined by the +United States, but they have never been in general circulation.—2. +There is no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> work on practical book-binding from which the business can +be learned. Your best way would be to make the acquaintance of some +book-binder, and get him to show you the process. There are excellent +works on ornamental book-binding, but they are expensive, and would be +of no use to an amateur.—3. No. Each kind has its partisans.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Boatman</span>.—Full directions for making a flat-bottomed boat will soon be +given in <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, with working diagrams.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Clifton J</span>.—To make a toboggan take a thin birch board about five feet +long and a foot and a half wide. Steam one end to turn up, and secure +the curve by stout cord or wire. This primitive sled, which is an +invention of the Canadian Indians, is used only on crusted snow, and is +steered with two short sticks held firmly in the hands.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">H. H. Henry</span>.—Pekin, the capital city of China, is situated in the +province of Chili. Its population is estimated from 1,648,000 to +2,000,000, but it is impossible to arrive at an exact statement.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Ida L. G</span>.—See answer to Miriam B. and others in Post-office Box of +<span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 52.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">N. L. Jones</span>.—Land lizards feed on small insects. If you have house +plants, and allow the lizards liberty to run among them, they will keep +them free from lice and small worms, which often do great injury to the +leaves.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">C. W. M</span>.—You can send soil or other specimens in a small box by mail.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lucy Wilson, L. L. G., N. B. Greene, and many Others</span>.—Write and make +your inquiries from the correspondents with whom you wish to exchange.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Dear Friends</span>,—About a fortnight ago, when we boys and girls of the +"Children's Hour" were busy at our drawing and painting, Miss +Donlevy, our teacher, told us we had all been invited to visit +Harper's Building.</p> + +<p>You may just think we clapped our hands with delight, and made +considerable noise for a minute or two, but then we promised to +behave very quietly.</p> + +<p>When the day came, we all, with our teacher, took the Third Avenue +elevated car, and whizzed down in no time to Franklin Square, and +soon found ourselves mounting up the winding stairs to the office +of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p> + +<p>We had all been wondering whether we should have to look +dignified, and mind our p's and q's, supposing the editor was +oldish and wore spectacles; he wasn't, though, for he was young, +and as kind and friendly as if he was one's own grown-up brother +or cousin, and let us ask questions until I guess his ears ached +and his head spun.</p> + +<p>The girls took off their cloaks and the boys their overcoats, and +piled them up on a chair. The editor took us to the art +department, where we were introduced to the art critic and an +artist famous for drawing grasses and flowers and landscapes. As +they were only talking, we went into the next room to see artists +at work. One had a small block of box-wood on his desk, covered +with a transparent paper, called gelatine paper; on this was +traced in red pencil a picture of a house and trees. He was going +over all the red lines with a pointed instrument. When the +gelatine paper was lifted off, there were the lines faintly cut in +the wood. Then the artist took a lead-pencil and went over the cut +lines with it; next came shading the picture with a brush and +India ink. When we had watched them doing this we were all marched +off to the engraving department.</p> + +<p>What busy people engravers are! There they sat, looking as if they +thought there wasn't a thing in the world to be looked at but the +block picture on the padded cushion before them. All the engravers +had shades over their eyes, and were looking through +magnifying-glasses at their work.</p> + +<p>One of them let me look through his, and, whew! how big the things +looked! I saw in a minute that all the parts of the block are cut +away except the parts marked by the lead-pencil and brush; these +must stand up higher than the rest of the wood, to take the ink +for printing. But I tell you what seemed like magic—taking a +proof. The proof-taker just laid the engraved block picture on its +back in his press, and ran an inked roller over its face; then he +laid a sheet of paper on it; then he pulled the press down on it, +and it only took a second's pressure; when he lifted up the press +and took the paper out, there was the loveliest picture of a baby +sitting in a high chair. All the class wanted one immediately, but +we had no time to wait; so away we marched up some more winding +stairs to the "composing-room." Now you mustn't think that's where +they compose stories; it's only the place for setting up type, and +such work.</p> + +<p>Here a number of young men were filling small iron things, called +"sticks," with type; as each stick was loaded, the types were +taken out in a bunch and put into a tray called a "galley." This +is called "composing." Stickful after stickful was arranged, until +a page of type lay there. It seemed all spelled backward, to make +it come out right when printed.</p> + +<p>The "galley man" then inked this page of type, and struck off a +proof for each of us, just as the picture proof was struck off +down stairs. As this page was only a letter from a doll, I didn't +care much for it, but all the girls just went wild over it; +however, I took one for the curiosity's sake; for what fellow is +there cares for dolls?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> is not printed right from these type, as I +thought when the proofs were being made for us, for the type would +soon wear off. A wax mould is made from each page of set-up type. +I asked the editor what good a soft wax thing like that mould +could be, so he took us all into a wonderful room, where they make +copper plates from the wax moulds. We had only been there a minute +or two when the foreman asked us if we'd like to see him strike +lightning. In the middle of the room stands a large bath of glass, +with a smaller one inside of it filled with a dark blue liquid. +Joined to it were some broad bands of copper, reaching nearly to +the ceiling. Well, the foreman touched one of these belts with +some kind of a bar of metal, and right away the sparks flew, and +there came flashes like lightning. Of course some of the girls ran +away, and one of the boys ran too.</p> + +<p>We boys staid, and the foreman showed us how the wax moulds were +hung in the blue-vitriol water, with plates of copper hanging near +them. Somehow—I can not understand exactly how—the electricity +makes the copper dissolve and fall in powder on the wax, where it +hardens; when it is taken out of this bath it is a beautiful +copper picture, black on the front and red on the under side.</p> + +<p>We were told the under or hollow side would next be filled in with +lead, just as boys fill in a bullet mould. We were only allowed to +peep into the lead-melting room, where we saw a great caldron +filled with boiling lead. I would have liked to give it a good +stir up with the big ladle, but of course didn't ask the favor. +This built-up copper plate is very strong, and any number of +pictures or letters—for they make moulds and plates of both—can +be printed from them.</p> + +<p>Then the editor said we should see the men printing from these +plates, fastened into iron frames called "forms." So down ever so +many winding stairs we travelled, until we came to a dark +under-ground room, where the "Hoe" printing-presses are. Whew! +what a whizzing and buzzing there was!</p> + +<p>We all stood around a great big machine, and the editor kindly +lifted us up in turn so we might all see it. On the top, on a +large metal plate, the white paper is laid, the plate moves +forward, and up come a lot of shining steel prongs that catch the +paper and drag it under so you can't see it. Just then, below, at +the other side, we caught sight of a large "form" with the metal +plate of type, or text, and pictures of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> in +it. It seemed to know just what to do, for it moved toward the +sheet of paper, which was somewhere down under the rollers, and +the next thing we saw was the sheet coming out at the other end on +a wooden frame, which lifted up and turned it over on a pile which +had been printed before we came in. Just think, boys and girls: +that press can turn out two thousand <span class="smcap">Young People</span> in an hour!</p> + +<p>We only took a peep at the two big "Corliss" steam-engines that +were making the whole thing go. Here some of the girls were afraid +again; so, as it was near twelve o'clock, we hurried up the +winding stairs again to see the folding and binding and +"marbleizing" done.</p> + +<p>The folding-machine is just the cleverest thing. The sheet is laid +on a moving roller which carries it over to a second and then a +third roller, and it goes in and out, and the first thing you know +it drops down in a trough at the side, all nicely folded, and cut, +too, for binding.</p> + +<p>Then we saw a lot all ready for the sewers. Well, I think I never +saw needles fly like those that the girls were sewing the leaves +in lots with. Fifty-two <span class="smcap">Young Peoples</span> sewed together make a pretty +fat-looking book, but when it is put in a heavy press it comes out +looking considerably slimmer. Next we saw the fly-leaves +marbleized. My! but wasn't it pretty! A man stood in front of a +large square bath filled with gum and water. There were lots of +cans around, filled with red, blue, yellow, green, and other +colored paints. First he dipped his brush in the red and shook it +over the gum water—the drops made circles of red—then he shook +yellow spots with another brush; then blue, till the top of the +water was beautifully spotted. Next he took what looked like a +very big comb and stroked the water softly, so all the colors took +curious long shapes; then he stroked it the other way with a finer +comb, until it had a pretty peacock-feather pattern on it, and was +ready for the paper, which he just laid flat on top of the gay +water, and then hung it up to dry for fly-leaves.</p> + +<p>After that we watched the men brush paste on the backs of the +books, put the covers on, and place them in presses to make the +paste stick. We couldn't wait to see them come out of the presses, +so we thanked the editor, and started for home. Some of the girls +said they would know how to mend books now when the covers came +off. Every one of them said they were going to marbleize paper +when they got home; but I know something more tip-top than that: +<i>I'm</i> going to rig up a machine to strike lightning. And now, dear +friends, I must say good-by.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Frank E. F</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Favors are acknowledged from E. D. Kellogg, C. W. Seagar, A. D. H., Ben +J. R., Phebe O'Reilly, T. F. Weishampel, H. G. M., Ellie Earle, F. D. +Crane, Willy Rochester, Nellie E. Owen, Lydia M. Bennett, Mary Daucy, +Willie A. Scott, Albert K. Hart, Bobbie C. Horntager, Dany J. O., T. N. +Jamieson, Belle Dening, Joe T. P., Freddie C. Y., Mamie S., Eva M. +Moody, Gracie E. Stevens.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from Charles Gaylor, Mabel +Lowell, The Dawley Boys, Alice Ward, Tom Kelley, Jun., Cal I. Forny, +Mark Marcy, George Willie Needham, Walter P. Hiles.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>HALF-SQUARE—(<i>To Mark Marcy</i>).</h3> + +<p class="center">Last.—A bird. To pinch. White. A letter.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mabel</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADES.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">1. I am a plant found in pastures, composed of 8 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 is a little animal.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 6, 7, 8 is a part of the body.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Georgia</span>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">2. I am an animal composed of 9 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 4, 2, 3, 8 is a kind of grain.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 6, 7, 9 is something good to eat.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 5, 1 is aloft.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Maud</span>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">3. I am a city in New England composed of 8 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 1, 2, 3, 4 is a kind of wine.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 5, 6, 7, 8 is to disembark.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Mabel</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>RHOMBOID—(<i>To Zelotes</i>).</h3> + +<p>Across.—To stain. A kind of three-masted vessel. Scoffs. A city of +Northern Italy. A part cut to enter a mortise.</p> + +<p>Down.—Always in mischief. An animal. A part of the body. Death. To +repel. To wax. Wrong-doing. A denial. In scorn.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Bolus</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE—(<i>To Rip Van Winkle</i>).</h3> + +<p>A lake in the United States. A city in South America. An African +sea-port. A river in Scotland. In Hamburg. A river in Russia. A city in +Italy. A country in South America. A city in South America. Centrals +read downward spell the name of a country in South America.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Owlet</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 59.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">H</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">R</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">S</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<p class="center">North Pole.</p> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">o</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">t</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">o</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">n</td><td align="left">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">a</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">i</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="center">J</td><td align="center">ean D'Ar</td><td align="center">C</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">rsul</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">amartin</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">I</td><td align="center">socrate</td><td align="center">S</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">rani</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">chille</td><td align="center">R</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p class="center">Julius Cæsar.</p> + +<h3>No. 6.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">Y</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">A</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">Y</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">N</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">S</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span>, 4 cents; <span class="smcap">One Subscription</span>, one year, $1.50; <span class="smcap">Five +Subscriptions</span>, one year, $7.00—<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>.</p> + +<p>The Volumes of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> commence with the first Number in +November of each year.</p> + +<p>Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order.</p> + +<p>Remittances should be made by <span class="smcap">Post-Office Money-Order or Draft</span>, to avoid +risk of loss.</p> + +<p>Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">HARPER & BROTHERS,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;">Franklin Square, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="FUNNY_FLIRTATION_CARDS" id="FUNNY_FLIRTATION_CARDS">FUNNY FLIRTATION CARDS.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY FRANK BELLEW.</h3> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="400" height="197" alt="" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 1.</span> +</div> + +<p>Charley Sparks is one of those sunshiny young fellows who occasionally +come beaming upon us out of the gloom and mist of this rather foggy +world. He always has a smile, and generally something new in the way of +a puzzle, or a riddle, or a notion of some sort wherewith to amuse his +friends. The other evening he dropped in to see us, with his usual +amount of sunshine to compete with the gas-light in the parlor, but +there was an extra twinkle in his eye which told me that he had +something novel to communicate. There were several of the girls present, +and a couple of friends, one of whom was Maggie Martin, a bright little +brunette, as piquant as a French sauce, and the other a Miss Sarah +Gooch, an amiable maiden lady of about forty-five. After a few words of +greeting, Charley pulled from his pocket a card, of which Fig. 1 is a +copy, and presenting it to Miss Gooch, asked her if she could solve the +enigma. As you will see, it is a very simple rebus, which most people +could readily make out.</p> + +<p>Miss Gooch looked at it steadily for some minutes, and then slowly and +deliberately said, "Eye—yes, eye."</p> + +<p>"That's right," said Charley; "you can dot that eye."</p> + +<p>"Eye," repeated Miss Gooch—"door—sheep. Eye—door—sheep. Well, I +don't see anything in that." Then there was a pause. Charley would not +help her out. "However, I'll try again: eye—oh yes, I see—a +door—sheep."</p> + +<p>"Oh no, you don't," said Charley. "You may like a mutton-chop now and +then, Miss Gooch, but to adore a whole sheep—no, no."</p> + +<p>Miss Gooch tried it again.</p> + +<p>"Eye—a door—sheep—lamb—ram—wether—ewe. Oh, I have it: I adore +you."</p> + +<p>"Do you?" exclaimed Charley, in the most impassioned tones, as he threw +himself on one knee, and seized her hand. "Then I am indeed the happiest +of mortals."</p> + +<p>A box on the ear from the laughing Miss Gooch brought him to his feet, +and terminated the love scene.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="400" height="82" alt="" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 2.</span> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="400" height="84" alt="" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Fig</span>. 3.</span> +</div> + +<p>Before we had all recovered from our merriment at this performance, +Charley approached Maggie Martin with great deference, and handed her +another card, on one side of which was inscribed hieroglyphics like +those on Fig. 2, and on the other side other figures, like those on Fig. +3.</p> + +<p>"Why, you seem to have brought a whole pack of cards with you, Mr. +Sparks," said Maggie.</p> + +<p>"A pack of nonsense you mean," replied Charley.</p> + +<p>"Well, let us look at your nonsense."</p> + +<p>"Oh, this is not nonsense, but the most deadly earnest."</p> + +<p>Maggie turned the card over and over, first looking at one side and then +at the other.</p> + +<p>"Are these inscriptions taken from the Obelisk?" she queried, archly.</p> + +<p>"No; they are copied from an inscription carved upon my heart."</p> + +<p>"Oh, another stone, eh?"</p> + +<p>"I wish it were a stone"—with a sigh. "But try my puzzle. I am deeply +interested in it."</p> + +<p>Maggie turned it over and over, held it edgeways this side and edgeways +the other, but could make nothing of it.</p> + +<p>"I am surprised you can not find it out," said Charley; "it is very +transparent."</p> + +<p>"Transparent? Oh, it is very transparent, is it? I see." And she held it +up to the light, which, shining through the thin card, blended the two +unmeaning inscriptions together so that they revealed distinctly a +sentence, which she began to read:</p> + +<p>"I lo—" Then suddenly checking herself, she said, with a laugh, "No you +don't, Mr. Sparks; you don't trap me into any expression of adoration, +as you did Miss Gooch. But tell me, how do you make these cards?"</p> + +<p>"The simplest thing in the world. You take a piece of thin card-board, +and outline on it in pencil any sentence you wish, as I have done 'I +love you'; then you blacken portions of the letters, as I have also +done, and place the card with its face to a window-pane, so that the +light shining through will show what you have done on the other side. +Complete the letters on the opposite side to the one on which you wrote +the first part of your inscription, and the thing is done."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="400" height="264" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">DOUBT.<br />"Shall I—or—shall I not? Perhaps it would be better to let him go."</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="400" height="261" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE SINGING LESSON.</span> +</div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> It should be explained that the Russian hack carriages have +neither roof nor cover, being merely a seat upon wheels.</p></div></div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 4, 1881, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 4, 1881 *** + +***** This file should be named 44650-h.htm or 44650-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/4/4/6/5/44650/ + +Produced by Annie R. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, January 4, 1881 + An Illustrated Monthly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 12, 2014 [EBook #44650] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 4, 1881 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie R. McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. II.--NO. 62. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, January 4, 1881. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: FISHING THROUGH THE ICE.--DRAWN BY W. R. YEAGER, FROM A +SKETCH BY F. H. TAYLOR.] + +MR. CHALKER'S RUSE. + +BY FRANK H. TAYLOR. + + +Every country boy in New England knows that the village school-house is +generally located upon the top of the bleakest hill in the neighborhood, +and is the sport of every eddying gust of wind that drives down from the +great pine wilderness of Maine, heaping the great drifts across the road +and about the door for the children to break through, and then shake +themselves free of the clinging snow like so many young Newfoundlands. + +And where, by any chance, was there ever a school-house containing a +stove that didn't roast the scholars seated near it, and leave the +others to freeze? + +All wide-awake boys who know the pleasures of skating will agree with me +that however cold and stormy it is upon the hill-tops, the mill-pond +(and what does a village amount to without a mill-pond, indeed?) is +always down in the coziest nook between the hills, where the winds can't +come with more force than is needed to blow the falling flakes across +its smooth surface, piling them in great heaps among the bordering +willows, and leaving the ice in tempting order for "shinny." + +In fact, upon this the coldest morning of the winter, the school-house +on the hill-top is not to be mentioned or thought of in comparison with +mill-ponds for comfort or attractiveness, and it is hardly surprising +that Mr. Chalker, the school-master, walked to and fro in solitary +state, surveying with vexed air an array of vacant desks. + +He was not altogether alone, however, for three boys had fought bravely +through the drifts, and now sat huddled by the red-hot stove, trying +hard to look as though they, at least, didn't think the weather a good +excuse for staying at home to hunt hens' nests in the depths of the +haymow. + +Now School-master Chalker was a shrewd observer, and loved a good joke +as well as any one. He had adopted many original plans of instruction. +He could see one end of the mill-pond, half a mile away from his window, +and as he gazed out upon the bleak waste of snow-clad fields he saw a +couple of small black figures gliding over its surface, and a trace of a +smile shone among his wrinkles as an idea seemed to strike him. + +Perhaps he had recalled the time, ever so many years ago, when he too +was a lad and the "wildest cub in the town," as his father often +declared. Turning to one of the boys, he said, "Ben, it seems to me that +the pond's a much nicer place for us than the school-house to-day. Let's +go fishing. I can't skate, but perhaps I can show you how we used to +catch pickerel down there fifty years ago." + +Ben and his two companions looked at Mr. Chalker with eyes widely +opened, but they soon found that he was in earnest, and they agreed to +the proposition joyfully. + +"Now," said Mr. Chalker, "two of you get out the bob-sled, and heap on +plenty of sticks from the wood-pile. Be sure and get some big ones; and +you, Berton, go down to Mr. Sampson, the miller, with this note. He will +let you have some lines, and a few minnows for bait." + +When the school-house had been properly locked up, and they had started, +dragging the sled after them, it occurred to Ben to suggest a slide. So +all three got upon the wood, and slid away merrily toward the pond. The +road was steep but straight, though near the bottom there was a sharp +curve, where the wind had blown away the snow, leaving a crust of smooth +ice. Over this they sped at a lively pace, Ben steering. Poor Ben +couldn't turn the corner, and in another second the sled, school-master, +and all plunged into the depths of a big drift. Nothing was to be seen +of Mr. Chalker for a moment but his heels; but he shortly emerged, +puffing and laughing heartily, much to the boys' relief, who had begun +to think the fun was all over. But Mr. Chalker shook himself, and +declared he enjoyed it, and was ready to try it over; in fact, he didn't +act a bit like a school-master, but just like a boy let loose--a very +old boy, to be sure, but a very hearty one, for all that. + +It only required a few minutes to cut a couple of round holes in the +ice, and to build a roaring fire upon a platform of heavy sticks and +flat stones--a fire that flung its forked tongues into the keen air in +merry defiance of the Frost King and all his servants. + +The half-dozen boys already on the pond viewed these preparations with +considerable wonder; but gathering courage, finally skated up and warmed +their fingers at the fire. + +Then somewhat more than a dozen other boys looked out from the windows +of the houses scattered along the hill-side, and said something like +this: "Mother, I guess there ain't any school to-day; I don't see any +smoke comin' out of the chimney. Can't I go down to the pond?" + +And an equal number of mothers replied: "Why, of course not. It's much +too cold for you to go out. You said so yourself, and, besides, you +don't feel very well." + +"There's lots of the boys on the pond, mother, an' the skating's +splendid. I don't feel so badly now. Can't I go? I won't stay long. I +think you might let--" + +Upon which all the mothers said, in effect, "Well, do go along; but mind +you don't get into any air-holes." + +Thus, before an hour had passed, nearly all of the boys in the school +were gliding over the pond, or gathered in the group watching Mr. +Chalker and his fishing party. + +Meanwhile the school-master and Ben had enjoyed remarkable luck. Four +fine pickerel lay on the ice, and a fifth (much the biggest ever seen in +the pond, of course) had been lost by Ben in pulling him up. + +Now it occurred to Mr. Chalker that it would be much nicer if everybody +had seats, so he suggested to the boys that they should bring some fence +rails, and sit down in a circle about the fire; all of which was done +with a merry good-will, and Mr. Chalker surveyed them with infinite +satisfaction through his glasses as he hauled in another struggling +victim of his hook. + +"Now," said he, "I see plainly that it is all a mistake to hold school +up there in that uncomfortable building on the hill in such weather as +this, and so I'm going to propose that on all cold days this winter we +shall meet here on the pond and hold our classes; in fact, I think we +may as well begin now." Without further ado the teacher pulled a supply +of spellers from his several capacious pockets, and said, "The first +class in spelling will take seats on this side." + +Then it dawned upon the minds of the boys that they had been fairly +trapped, and they nearly choked with inward laughter as they went +through with spelling, arithmetic, and reading, taking turns at keeping +their toes warm by the fire; and though a big pickerel was doing his +best to carry off one of the lines, none of them dared to pull him up, +for Mr. Chalker looked like a very severe and dignified pedagogue +indeed, and Ben could scarcely realize that he had seen him tumbled head +over heels into a snow-drift but a couple of hours before. + +When he thought that the real lesson of the day had been well impressed +upon the scholars, Mr. Chalker dismissed his school, and as he landed +the last fish, and strung him through the gills with the others upon a +willow twig, he chuckled to himself, "I don't know who's had the most +fun to-day, the boys or the master, but I'll venture to say they'll be +on hand, cold or no cold, after this." + + + + +JOHN'S "CAMEL-BIRD." + +BY LOUISE STOCKTON. + + +"Now," said John, "if you are really good, I'll give you something you +like." + +The ostrich looked at John out of his small bright eyes, and he gave his +dingy-looking plumes a little shake, but he did not stir from the spot +where he was standing; so John took out of his pocket a handful of +nails, and gave one to the ostrich, who immediately swallowed it, and +then bobbed his head down for another, and got it. + +"But you must not be in such a hurry," said John; "it is not good for +your health to eat so fast." + +But really, if any creature can eat nails and screws and bits of glass, +as John's ostrich could, it makes little difference whether it eats fast +or slow. These things, however, never made the ostrich sick. He ate them +just as the canary-bird eats gravel, and they agreed with him. + +After John had finished feeding his ostrich he turned and went into the +house, and the ostrich, knowing he was to get nothing more, put up his +funny little wings, and off he went on his long legs like the wind. No +one tried to stop him, although two or three men stood by, for in the +first place, no one could do it, and in the second, Perry--that was his +name--used to go off this way every day. + +Of course John did not live in this country, but in the southern part of +Africa, where his father was an English officer. Perry was a tame +ostrich, and had been given to John when the boy was quite a little +fellow, and many a good time they had had together. Sometimes they would +go out walking; but Perry was not fond of this, because John went so +slowly, even when he ran. The best arrangement was for John to ride. +Perry would stand perfectly still, and Captain Richards would put John +on his back. John would catch tight hold of Perry's neck, and away they +would go. Go! Why, a race-horse was slow to him. His legs just twinkled +as he ran, and you could no more have seen them than you can count the +spokes in a carriage wheel when it is rapidly turning. Perry was strong +enough to carry Captain Richards, but the Captain could not bear his +speed as John did, for it almost took his breath away; and once, he +said, he began to be afraid he would die before Perry stopped. But John +did not mind it. He liked it, and when he came to England on a visit, +and rode his cousin's pony, he thought it was like going to a funeral. + +When Perry was standing still he was not very handsome. He was dull in +color, and his splendid feathers often looked dingy and ragged. His head +was small, but his legs were so long that when John was seven years old +he did not come to the top of them. When he ran, however, Perry looked +splendid. He held his head firmly, he opened his queer little wings, his +fine plume-like tail was erect, and every feather seemed to make him +swifter and lighter, and he would go round and round like a gust of +wind, and then, swooping closer, would fly back to John for a bit of +iron, or perhaps a handful of grass. + +Captain Richards told John why the ostrich was called the "camel-bird." +The Arabs have a story that a King once said to the ostrich, "Fly," and +it answered, "I can not, for I am a camel." So then he said, "Carry," +and it replied, "I can not, for I am a bird." So, while it has the +endurance of a camel and the swiftness of a bird, it will neither bear a +burden nor fly through the air; and so, as John said, is neither, and +yet both. + +But one thing he could do. He could see very far. Some of the natives +said he could see six miles, but John did not believe that. He thought +no creature could see from his father's house to General Howard's, and +that was only five miles away. + +The one person who did not like Perry was Mrs. Richards. She used to be +afraid to see John mounted on him, and, as she said, if Perry chose to +run off into the wilds with John, who could stop him? + +"But he won't," said her husband. "A tame ostrich is sure to come home +to be fed." + +"Well, he may throw the child off," she would reply. + +"That depends on John himself, and I don't believe he will let go." + +"Very well," she would say, "I am glad you are so content; but if you +had the feelings of a mother you wouldn't be." + +To this Captain Richards could make no reply. He had the feelings of a +father; but then he was a soldier, and was used to taking risks. + +And once Perry, roaming around, looked in a window, and on a table close +by lay Mrs. Richards's coral breast-pin. It was pretty, and it looked +good; so in went Perry's head, and in a flash the pin was down his +throat. + +Then, also, he would eat the little chickens. No one cared how many rats +and grasshoppers he ate, but it was very provoking to have a pretty +little brood of chickens gobbled up by this long-legged camel-bird. Even +John did not like this, and he was glad when his father had a slatted +coop made for the hens and their little ones. For a time all went well, +but suddenly the chicks began to disappear, and then Mrs. Richards set a +man to watch. + +After a while up walked Perry, and stood watching the chickens. +Presently a little one came near the slats. Quick as a flash in went +Perry's head, and _that_ little chicken was gone. + +But they spoiled Perry's fun very quickly, for the men went to work at +once and fixed the coops so Perry could not reach one of the chickens. + +Every year Perry used to lose some of his feathers, and after Mrs. +Richards had saved quite a number of them she sent them to her sister in +London, and told her what to do with the money for which they were to be +sold. + +John knew nothing of it, and you may know he was surprised when one hot +Christmas-day he received a box of books and a fine microscope from +London. He showed them to Perry, but as the ostrich did not seem to care +for them, John gave him all the nails and clamps from the box, and these +Perry really did enjoy. + + + + +THE LOST STANDARD. + +BY LILLIE E. BARR. + + + On the glorious field of Austerlitz + Napoleon stood when the day was o'er; + "Legions of France!" he cried, "pass by, + Bearing your eagles, stained with gore, + And torn with shot; but show to France + _That none are lost_. Advance! advance!" + + Then with a shout the legions rose-- + Napoleon watched them marching by; + Each flung its banner to the breeze, + And proudly sought their Emperor's eye. + Above the surging thousands toss'd + The precious eagles--not one lost. + + _Not one?_ Without its fife and drum + A silent legion sadly tread; + The weary men were dull and dumb-- + There was no flag above their head: + The eagle that Napoleon gave + Floated no longer o'er the brave. + + Then, white with anger, "Halt!" he cried, + And sternly called the legion's name. + "Your eagle, men!--the flag I gave? + Why die you not for very shame? + Life hath been bought at shameful cost, + If honor and your flag are lost." + + With martial tread two veterans step + From out the sad and silent band: + "Sire, we have fought where'er you led, + In Italy, or Egypt's land. + Amid the thickest of the fray, + Our eagle touched the earth to-day. + + "And we, unable to retake, + Pressed where the Russian foe came on-- + Behold, our Emperor! for thy sake + _Two Russian standards_ we have won; + Yet if our honor thou still doubt, + Then let our lives the stain wipe out." + + The Emperor bared his head; then said, + With misty eyes and eager breath: + "Heroes! you've _won_ your eagle now-- + Won it from out the jaws of death. + Pass on! these flags shall bear your name + Among the standards kept by Fame." + + Beneath the Invalides' grand dome + These Russian standards still find room; + 'Mong royal flags of many lands + They droop above Napoleon's tomb. + Such praise and glory have the brave, + Who knew when honor's sign was lost, + At any price, at any cost, + Honor itself to save. + + + + +[Illustration] + +NOBLESSE OBLIGE. + +BY MRS. M. E. SANGSTER. + + + Brownie, old fellow, the grain in the manger + Is yours, and you've earned it. No wonder you stare, + Amazed and displeased, when a pert little ranger + Comes hopping in boldly your dinner to share. + + You beautiful creature! so rugged and steady, + So swift and sure-footed, so willing and wise; + Whoever may need you, so gentle and ready, + I know what you're thinking; it beams from your eyes. + + He ruffles his feathers, this petty intruder, + And arches his crest, and is gallant and gay. + No conduct could possibly seem to you ruder + Than his, as he leisurely stands in your way. + + But you? Why, you'd scorn to be put in a passion; + The cause is too slight. You will patiently wait + Till the satisfied rooster, in vain rooster fashion, + Flies off, without thanks, to some meek little mate. + + The thorough-bred follows the law of his being, + 'Tis only with equals he cares to contend; + He bears with annoyance quite patiently, seeing + That sooner or later annoyance must end. + + + + +BITS OF ADVICE. + +BY AUNT MARJORIE PRECEPT. + +SPENDING MONEY. + + +"I wish I had some to spend!" exclaims Florence, as she reads this +title; "but as I have none, I may as well skip this column of YOUNG +PEOPLE." + +Please read it, Florence. To know how to use money, how to save it, and +how to spend it are very important parts of education. Every penny is an +opportunity, and pennies make dollars. There are very few young ladies +and gentlemen who do not spend a generous sum in the course of the year, +and so often it goes for trifles of no real value that when the year is +over they have nothing to show for it. Take the small sum of ten cents. +It may be expended in chocolate cream drops, and eaten up in a few +minutes. It may be spent in buying a dainty little easel for your +mother's photograph, or a pretty illuminated card, or a gay fan, which, +hung on the wall, will make a vivid bit of color, quite brightening the +room. Down the street there is a crippled boy, who watches you with a +sad, wistful face as you go bounding past his window on your way to +school. Poor Jimmy! the hours move very slowly indeed to him. He is fond +of reading, but he has read all the books he possesses till he knows +them almost by heart. For ten cents you can buy a beautiful story, or a +charming illustrated paper, which will give Jimmy two or three days of +delight. The money which we deny ourselves, that we may bestow some +pleasure on others, always is the best investment, for it returns us the +most true happiness. + +Perhaps you can persuade your parents to give you a small amount weekly +or monthly for your particular expenses. Julia and Arthur, a brother and +sister of my acquaintance, have such a sum, and they are careful to keep +an exact account of all that they buy and all that they give away. Their +pens and pencils, luxuries of every sort, and car fare, as well as their +charity fund, come from this allowance, and they are learning the right +use of money as they never could in any other way. A boy who has a +scroll-saw may earn a little income for himself, if he is industrious, +in his play-time. So may one who has a printing-press. A girl who has +learned to embroider nicely, or to paint cups and saucers, can often +have her own money; and let me tell you, money that is earned by one's +own diligence is much more enjoyed than any other. + +A few years ago little Ailee, a friend of mine, was moulding in clay and +drawing with crayons just for her childish amusement. Last year, though +not eighteen, she was able to buy her entire wardrobe from the proceeds +of her pencil. _Economy_ is a noble word. It does not mean stinginess, +but rather good management of whatever one has, and care in the use of +one's means. + + + + +[Illustration: BRINGING WOOD FOR GRANDPA'S FIRE.] + + + + +[Illustration: OLD BEN COMES TO THE RESCUE.] + +[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.] + +TOBY TYLER; + +OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS. + +BY JAMES OTIS. + +CHAPTER IV. + +THE FIRST DAY WITH THE CIRCUS. + + +When Toby awakened and looked around he could hardly realize where he +was, or how he came there. As far ahead and behind on the road as he +could see, the carts were drawn up on one side; men were hurrying to and +fro, orders were being shouted, and everything showed that the entrance +to the town was about to be made. Directly opposite the wagon on which +he had been sleeping were the four elephants and two camels, and close +behind, contentedly munching their breakfasts, were a number of tiny +ponies. Troops of horses were being groomed and attended to; the road +was littered with saddles, flags, and general decorations, until it +seemed to Toby that there must have been a smash-up, and he now beheld +ruins rather than systematic disorder. + +How different everything looked now, compared to the time when the +cavalcade marched into Guilford, dazzling every one with the gorgeous +display! Then the horses pranced gayly under their gaudy decorations, +the wagons were bright with glass, gilt, and flags, the lumbering +elephants and awkward camels were covered with fancifully embroidered +velvets, and even the drivers of the wagons were resplendent in their +uniforms of scarlet and gold. Now, in the gray light of the early +morning, everything was changed. The horses were tired, muddy, and had +on only dirty harness; the gilded chariots were covered with +mud-bespattered canvas, which caused them to look like the most ordinary +of market wagons; the elephants and camels looked dingy, dirty, almost +repulsive, and the drivers were only a sleepy-looking set of men, who, +in their shirt sleeves, were getting ready for the change which would +dazzle the eyes of the inhabitants of the town. + +Toby descended from his lofty bed, rubbed his eyes to thoroughly awaken +himself, and under the guidance of Ben went to a little brook near by +and washed his face. He had been with the circus not quite ten hours, +but now he could not realize that it had ever seemed bright and +beautiful. He missed his comfortable bed, the quiet and cleanliness, and +the well-spread table; even though he had felt the lack of parents' +care, Uncle Daniel's home seemed the very abode of love and friendly +feeling compared to this condition, where no one appeared to care even +enough for him to scold at him. He was thoroughly homesick, and heartily +wished that he was back in the old town where every one had some slight +interest in him. + +While he was washing his face in the brook he saw some of the boys who +had come out from the town to catch the first glimpse of the circus, and +he saw at once that he was the object of their admiring gaze. He heard +one of the boys say, when they first discovered him, + +"There's one of them, an' he's only a little feller; so I'm going to +talk to him." + +The evident admiration which the boys had for Toby pleased him, and this +pleasure was the only drop of comfort he had had since he started. He +hoped they would come and talk with him, and, that they might have the +opportunity, he was purposely slow in making his toilet. + +The boys approached him shyly, as if they had their doubts whether he +was made of the same material as themselves, and when they got quite +near to him, and satisfied themselves that he was only washing his face +in much the same way that any well-regulated boy would do, the one who +had called attention to him said, half timidly, "Hello!" + +"Hello!" responded Toby, in a tone that was meant to invite confidence. + +"Do you belong to the circus?" + +"Yes," said Toby, a little doubtfully. + +Then the boys stared at him again as if he had been one of the +strange-looking animals, and the one who had been the spokesman drew a +long breath of envy as he said, longingly, "My! what a nice time you +must have!" + +Toby remembered that only yesterday he had thought that boys must have a +nice time with a circus, and he now felt what a mistake that thought +was; but he concluded that he would not undeceive his new acquaintance. + +"And do they give you frogs to eat, so's to make you limber?" + +This was the first time that Toby had thought of breakfast, and the very +mention of eating made him hungry. He was just at that moment so very +hungry that he did not think he was replying to the question when he +said, quickly, "Eat frogs! I could eat anything, if I only had the +chance." + +The boys took this as an answer to their question, and felt perfectly +convinced that the agility of circus riders and tumblers depended upon +the quantity of frogs eaten, and they looked upon Toby with no little +degree of awe. + +Toby might have undeceived them as to the kind of food he ate, but just +at that moment the harsh voice of Mr. Job Lord was heard calling him, +and he hurried away to commence his first day's work. + +Toby's employer was not the same pleasant, kindly-spoken man that he had +been during the time they were in Guilford, and before the boy was +absolutely under his control. He looked cross, he acted cross, and it +did not take the boy very long to find out that he was very cross. + +He scolded Toby roundly, and launched more oaths at his defenseless head +than Toby had ever heard in his life. He was angry that the boy had not +been on hand to help him, and also that he had been obliged to hunt for +him. + +Toby tried to explain that he had no idea of what he was expected to do, +and that he had been on the wagon to which he had been sent, only +leaving it to wash his face; but the angry man grew more furious. + +"Went to wash your face, did yer? Want to set yourself up for a dandy, I +suppose, and think that you must souse that speckled face of yours into +every brook you come to? I'll soon break you of that; and the sooner you +understand that I can't afford to have you wasting your time in washing, +the better it will be for you." + +Toby now grew angry, and not realizing how wholly he was in this man's +power, he retorted: "If you think I'm going round with a dirty face, +even if it is speckled, for a dollar a week, you're mistaken, that's +all. How many folks would eat your candy if they knew you handled it +over before you washed your hands?" + +"Oho! I've picked up a preacher, have I? Now I want you to understand, +my bantam, that I do all the preaching as well as the practicing myself, +and this is about as quick a way as I know of to make you understand +it." + +As the man spoke he grasped the boy by the coat collar with one hand, +and with the other he plied a thin rubber cane with no gentle force to +every portion of Toby's body that he could reach. + +Every blow caused the poor boy the most intense pain, but he determined +that his tormentor should not have the satisfaction of forcing an outcry +from him, and he closed his teeth so tightly that not a single sound +could escape from his mouth. + +This very silence enraged the man so much that he redoubled the force +and rapidity of his blows, and it is impossible to say what might have +been the consequences had not Ben come that way just then, and changed +the aspect of affairs. + +"Up to your old tricks of whipping the boys, are you, Job?" he said, as +he wrested the cane from the man's hand, and held him off at +arm's-length to prevent him from doing Toby any more mischief. + +Mr. Lord struggled to release himself, and insisted that since the boy +was in his employ, he should do with him just as he saw fit. + +"Now look here, Mr. Lord," said Ben, as gravely as if he was delivering +some profound piece of wisdom: "I've never interfered with you before; +but now I'm going to stop your games of thrashing your boy every morning +before breakfast. You just tell this youngster what you want him to do, +and if he don't do it, you can discharge him. If I hear of your flogging +him, I shall attend to your case at once. You hear me?" + +Ben shook the now terrified candy vender much as if he had been a child, +and then released him, saying to Toby as he did so, "Now, my boy, you +attend to your business as you ought to, and I'll settle his account if +he tries the flogging game again." + +"You see, I don't know what there is for me to do," sobbed Toby, for the +kindly interference of Ben had made him show more feeling than Mr. +Lord's blows had done. + +"Tell him what he must do," said Ben, sternly. + +"I want him to go to work and wash the tumblers, and fix up the things +in that green box, so we can commence to sell as soon as we get into +town," snarled Mr. Lord, as he motioned toward a large green chest that +had been taken out of one of the carts, and which Toby saw was filled +with dirty glasses, spoons, knives, and other utensils such as were +necessary to carry on the business. + +Toby got a pail of water from the brook, hunted around, and found towels +and soap, and devoted himself to his work with such industry that Mr. +Lord could not repress a grunt of satisfaction as he passed him, however +angry he felt because he could not administer the whipping which would +have smoothed his ruffled temper. + +By the time the procession was ready to start for the town, Toby had as +much of his work done as he could find that it was necessary to do, and +his master, in his surly way, half acknowledged that this last boy of +his was better than any he had had before. + +Although Toby had done his work so well, he was far from feeling happy; +he was both angry and sad as he thought of the cruel blows that had been +inflicted, and he had plenty of leisure to repent of the rash step he +had taken, although he could not see very clearly how he was to get away +from it. He thought that he could not go back to Guilford, for Uncle +Daniel would not allow him to come to his house again; and the hot +scalding tears ran down his cheeks as he realized that he was homeless +and friendless in this great big world. + +It was while he was in this frame of mind that the procession, all gaudy +with flags, streamers, and banners, entered the town. Under different +circumstances this would have been a most delightful day for him, for +the entrance of a circus into Guilford had always been a source of one +day's solid enjoyment; but now he was the most disconsolate and unhappy +boy in all that crowd. + +He did not ride throughout the entire route of the procession, for Mr. +Lord was anxious to begin business, and the moment the tenting ground +was reached, the wagon containing Mr. Lord's goods was driven into the +inclosure, and Toby's day's work began. + +He was obliged to bring water, to cut up the lemons, fetch and carry +fruit from the booth in the big tent to the booth on the outside, until +he was ready to drop with fatigue, and having had no time for breakfast, +was nearly famished. + +It was quite noon before he was permitted to go to the hotel for +something to eat, and then Ben's advice to be one of the first to get to +the tables was not needed. + +In the eating line that day he astonished the servants, the members of +the company, and even himself, and by the time he arose from the table, +with both pockets and his stomach full to bursting, the tables had been +set and cleared away twice while he was making one meal. + +"Well, I guess you didn't hurry yourself much," said Mr. Lord, when Toby +returned to the circus ground. + +"Oh yes, I did," was Toby's innocent reply. "I ate just as fast as I +could;" and a satisfied smile stole over the boy's face as he thought of +the amount of solid food he had consumed. + +The answer was not one which was calculated to make Mr. Lord feel any +more agreeably disposed toward his new clerk, and he showed his +ill-temper very plainly as he said, "It must take a good deal to satisfy +you." + +"I s'pose it does," calmly replied Toby. "Sam Merrill used to say that I +took after Aunt Olive and Uncle Dan'l: one ate a good while, an' the +other ate awful fast." + +Toby could not understand what it was that Mr. Lord said in reply, but +he could understand that his employer was angry at somebody or +something, and he tried unusually hard to please him. He talked to the +boys who had gathered around, to induce them to buy, washed the glasses +as fast as they were used, tried to keep off the flies, and in every way +he could think of endeavored to please his master. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +THE YOUNG ESQUIMAUX. + +BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. + + +"It's no use, Fred." + +"Why not, Rory? We could do it. I just know we could." + +"You and I wouldn't be enough. Besides, we haven't the things, and we +can't get 'em." + +"No white bears, do you mean?" + +"Yes, and no canoes, and spears, and bows and arrows. And look at the +way they're dressed. It's no use playing Esquimaux, and not have +anything to do it with." + +"Now," said Fred, with another long look at the picture in the book, +"you're going for too much. We can get all the boys." + +"Guess we can, now they daren't start another snow-ball match." + +"Think of all the snow, Rory. It's just thawed enough to pack. We can go +back of the orchard and make a snow house as big as that." + +Fred had spent his whole evening, the night before, over that book of +_Arctic_ Voyages, and he had brought it to bear on Rory the first thing +after breakfast. + +"I'll read it when we get home," said Rory; "but I'd better go around +after some boys now." + +"And I'll go and pick out a good place, and start the house." + +The snow was deep enough anywhere that winter, but it was not a very +cold day, and every drift and level was in prime condition for +snow-balling. The difficulty was that too much of that kind of fun had +been going on all the week, and so the grand "match" set for that +Saturday had been forbidden by the Academy Trustees. + +"They'd about half kill themselves if we'd let 'em," had been the solemn +comment of old Squire Garrison, and nobody dreamed of disputing his +decision, for he was President of the Board, and the wisest man in the +village. + +Rory was not gone long, and when he returned, and went through the yard +and garden into the orchard, half a dozen boys were following him. + +Fred had been at work. He had carried out the big wooden snow-shovel and +the grain-scoop shovel and the spade, but the first question Bob Sanders +asked was: + +"Boards? What are they for? You don't want any boards in a snow house." + +"And the Esquimaux don't have any," said Rory. + +Fred had put down four of them flat on the snow, and was now shovelling +a heap of snow upon them from the spot he had chosen for the house. + +"Boards?" he said. "Why, boys, that's our brick-yard." + +"Brick-yard? Snow bricks? What's the saw for? You can't cut snow with a +saw." + +"I'll show you. Just you fellows pile on snow, and bang it down hard +with a spade. We're going to do just what the Esquimaux do." + +"I've brought my own shovel," said Bill Evans, "and so has Barney +Herriman." + +"We want this foundation trodden hard and level first. It's pretty near +ready. Now I'll mark it out." + +There were other boys in that crowd who could beat Fred at some things, +even at base-ball and swimming, and he had not taken a single prize at +the end of the school term; but when it came to "making" anything, he +could step right ahead, and they all knew it. + +It was just as Barney Herriman said: "Come on, boys. Fred Park is boss +of this job." + +He was bossing it, as a matter of course, and it looked as if he knew +pretty well what he was about. + +He stuck a peg in the snow for a centre, and around that, with a string +five feet long and another peg, he marked a circle that was just ten +feet across. + +"Now, boys, there's eight of us, and we can build the biggest snow house +you ever saw. The snow packs splendidly. We'll make our bricks a foot +wide and a foot high and a foot and a half long." + +How they did pile the soft snow upon those boards, now they understood +what they were meant for! + +Bang! stamp! bang! down went the sticky heap, until Fred said he guessed +it would cut. + +"Keep on, boys; pile it up." + +They couldn't help stopping to watch him, though, while he cut out his +first bricks with that saw. It went through the snow so nice and easy, +and Bill Evans remarked, "Can't he handle a saw!" + +He worked away, till a dozen bricks were ready, and he made them a +little shorter on one side than on the other. + +"What's that for?" asked Bob Sanders. But then Bob never opened his +mouth without asking something; and all Fred told him was, + +"So they'll fit around in a circle. The short side goes in." + +"It's the way the Esquimaux do," said Rory. "He read all about it in a +book last night." + +"Go ahead, boys," said Fred. "It'll take just thirty of those bricks to +go around. It won't take so many after that." + +They pounded and shovelled, while he cut and set the bricks, and then he +went all around that circle with the back of the saw, shaving it off so +it sloped inward a little. + +"Won't it let 'em slip off?" asked Bob. + +"Guess not. Don't you see how that one sticks? It only leans in a +little. You'll see. Let's pitch in. The snow's grand." + +So it was--just as if it had been made for bricks; and before long +Barney Herriman found he could saw them out while Fred was putting them +on, so that the house went up faster. + +The round wall curved in and in, but each successive tier of snow bricks +held itself up, just as Fred had seen in the picture of the Esquimaux at +work. + +It was not long before he had to send Rory into the house for a chair to +stand on. + +"I've got to stay inside." + +"Well," said Bob Sanders, "don't you mean to have any door? How'll you +get out after your roof's on?" + +"Give me the saw, and I'll fix that while Rory's gone for the chair." + +It was easy enough to cut a hole two feet square down at the floor, and +Fred said, "We can make a long crawl-hole entry, such as the Esquimaux +use, when we've finished the house." + +"The roof's the toughest part of the job," said Bill Evans. + +He was mistaken in that, however, for the last rounds of bricks were +fitted in just as easily as any others, only Fred made them shorter and +shorter, till there was only a hole a foot square left at the middle of +the roof. + +"Going to plug that up, are you?" asked Bob. + +"Plug it up? Don't you suppose we want a chimney?" + +"Well, but what'll you do for windows?" + +"Tell you what, boys, if we had some slabs of ice that weren't too +thick, we just could have some windows." + +"Guess we can fix that," said Bill Evans. "Squire Garrison's men sawed a +couple of loads of ice out of the pond yesterday, and it didn't freeze +more'n an inch last night." + +He and Joe Herriman and Wash McGee set off almost on a run after some +of that ice, and they were back in less than twenty minutes with enough +of it to glaze one of the big windows at the Academy. + +Fred shouted when he saw it: "That beats the Esquimaux! Why, it's as +clear as glass. The light'll come right through." + +So it did, when the ice windows were finished, and you could see to read +inside the house, but you could not enjoy the scenery much through those +windows. + +"Won't need any blinds," said Barney Herriman, "to keep folks from +looking in." + +"Hullo! see what Rory's got." + +"Buffalo-skins!" + +"Two of 'em." + +"Boys, we must put in some furniture. Snow benches--" + +"And a snow stove." + +"No, I guess the Esquimaux get along without a stove. But then they have +piles and piles of bear-skins, and seal-skins, and reindeer-skins, and +all sorts, and they eat whale blubber to keep 'em warm." + +"Won't roast pork do just as well?" asked Bob Sanders. + +"Well, it might, if it's the fattest kind of pork." + +"'Cause that's what we're going to have for dinner at our house. I'll +eat enough to keep me warm, if I stay in there all the afternoon." + +"Come in, boys," said Fred. "And bring in the buffalo-skins. Let's try +it." + +They all crept in, one after the other, and sat down on the soft furs +like so many Turks. + +"They'll want these in the sleigh by-and-by," said Rory. + +"Isn't this jolly, though?" + +"It's warm enough without any kind of fire." + +"I don't want any blubber." + +"Nor any pork, either." + +"Tell you what, boys, if it freezes good and hard to-night, this +house'll be wonderfully strong. We'll make an entryway just such as I +saw in the picture, and we'll get some old carpet, and some stools--" + +"Hullo, boys! Fred! Rory! What have you done with my buffalo-robes?" + +It was the voice of Dr. Park himself, outside; and then they heard the +great, deep, gruff tones of Squire Garrison himself. + +"I declare, Doctor, they've done it! Bricks! All of a size." + +"Cost them a good deal of hard work, I should say." + +"Don't tell 'em, Doctor. Don't let 'em know it was work. They'd never +build another. Couldn't hire 'em to." + +Fred and Rory were crawling out with the buffalo-skins, and their father +said to them: + +"It won't do, boys; the Esquimaux never kill any buffaloes." + +"Bears, father--white bears--" + +"And seals, and whales, and walruses, and--" + +"Doctor," exclaimed Squire Garrison, "I'm for a look inside." + +The other boys had been keeping as still as so many mice, except that +they had very promptly kicked the buffalo-skins out from under them, and +half of them had their hands before their mouths now to keep from +laughing, as Squire Garrison knocked his tall hat off against the snow +bricks, and his big gray head came poking in. + +Chuckle, chuckle, from the boys, and the Squire looked up. + +"I declare, Doctor! Such a lot of young bears!" + +"Bears? Oh no, Squire, they're Esquimaux Indians. I heard them talking +it over this morning. Can you see inside?" + +"See? Why, I can stand up! It's capital. Windows, too. Is that glass?" + +"No, sir, it's ice." + +"Tell you what, boys, this is nice." + +"We're going to stick icicles all around, and make it real pretty, +by-and-by," said Fred. + +"Then you come over and get my big square barn lantern, and see how +that'll make it look after dark." + +The Squire was a good friend of boys and fun, after all, and both he and +the Doctor came out that evening to see the white walls of the Esquimaux +hut, and the liberal allowance of icicles the boys had stuck up, glitter +and shine and wink in the light of the great lantern. + + + + +[Illustration: THE NEW YEAR.] + + + + +CAPTAIN WEATHERBY'S FUR CAP. + +BY DAVID KER. + + +"If you're going out again to-night, my friend, I'd advise you to leave +this new fur cap of yours at home, and take your sea cap instead." + +So spoke a hospitable Russian merchant to his guest, Captain Cyrus +Weatherby, skipper and part owner of the good ship _Seabird_, of Boston. +The Captain had reached St. Petersburg late enough in the fall for it to +be already pretty cold at night, and his first exploit on landing was to +buy a magnificent fur cap, which, as he said, would "astonish his folks +at the Hub some" when he got back. + +"What should I leave it at home for?" asked the skipper. "I s'pose I +ain't going to be arrested as a Nihilist 'cause I've got a new cap on?" + +"No; but if you go out with it, you'll most likely come back without +it." + +"Somebody going to steal it, eh?" + +"Just so, and I'll tell you how. There's a fellow going around here just +now who makes a regular trade of snapping up all the good caps he can +lay his hands on. He hires a hack carriage, and drives about the streets +after dark at a rattling pace, the driver being, of course, a +confederate of his own. Then, whenever he passes a man with a +high-priced cap on--like yours, for instance--he leans forward and +snatches it off,[1] while the driver puts his horse to speed, and is out +of sight before there's time to cry, 'Help!'" + +"Pretty smart that," growled the Massachusetts man. "I guess I must give +that land-shark a wide berth. Whereabouts does he cruise, so as I may +keep clear of him?" + +"Well, you might meet him in any of the streets near the Isaac +Cathedral, but his general place is the Bolshaya Morskaya [Great Marine] +Street." + +"All right." + +Up to his room went Captain Weatherby, and taking out the precious cap, +began to stitch on to it, with sailor-like dexterity, two huge ear-laps, +each furnished with a stout ribbon. Then he tied it on, and tested the +strength of the fastenings by a vigorous tug. + +"Won't do," he muttered; "they mightn't break, but again they might, and +then it would be all up. Guess a strap won't do any harm." + +The strap being drawn round his head, and buckled firmly under his chin, +the worthy sailor seemed more at his ease, and grunted, defiantly, "Now, +then, let's see if a Boston boy ain't a match for any Russian that ever +ate tallow!" + +Out went the Captain; but his friend's warning seemed to have made very +little impression upon him, for instead of avoiding the neighborhood of +the Isaac Cathedral, he went straight toward it. The vast golden dome, +towering over its massive pillars of polished granite, made a gallant +show in the brilliant Northern moonlight; but just then the Captain had +something else to think about. At the very corner of the great square he +suddenly caught sight of a bare-headed man shouting lustily for the +police, while a drosky (hack carriage) was just vanishing in the +distance. + +"Well, if that pirate hain't scuttled one craft already!" muttered our +hero; "but he don't catch Cy Weatherby so easy, all the same." + +Away tramped the valiant Captain along the sidewalk of the Morskaya, +turning up the cuffs of his pilot-coat with a business-like air as he +went. He had scarcely gone a hundred yards when his quick ear caught the +roll of wheels coming toward him from the other end of the short street, +which, for a wonder, was almost deserted. + +"Stand to your guns, boys," chuckled the Captain; "here comes the +enemy." + +A drosky came dashing by, and its occupant, just as he passed, bent +forward and made a snatch at the new cap. But the strap held firm; and +instantly the sailor's iron hand grasped the fellow's wrist, and jerked +him from his seat. The next moment he lay writhing on the sidewalk, +under a shower of battering blows dealt with all the power of a fist +that might have done duty for a sledge-hammer; while his worthy +confederate, so far from helping him, drove off as fast as he could go. + +"What's all this?" asked a gruff voice in Russian, as a tall +frieze-coated figure, with the cap and badge of a city policeman, +appeared at Weatherby's elbow. + +The Captain was not much of a Russian scholar, but his expressive signs, +and a glance at the robber's face, soon enlightened the policeman, who +rubbed his big hands gleefully. + +"You've done us a good turn, father, whoever you are. This is the very +fellow we've been looking for, and there's a good big reward offered for +him. Here comes one of my mates, and we'll just bundle the scamp off to +the _tchast_ [police office] at once." + +This was soon done, and Captain Weatherby got his fair share of the +reward, as well as the satisfaction of having been "too smart for a +thieving Russian," which, as he assured his Boston friends on his return +home, was well worth double the money. + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] It should be explained that the Russian hack carriages have neither +roof nor cover, being merely a seat upon wheels. + + + + +THE DORMOUSE. + + +Sometimes when people are asked whether they ever kept tame dormice, +they answer, with a shudder, "Oh dear no!" It then turns out that they +have never seen one, but think, because they dislike common mice and +rats, that these must also be disagreeable animals, and are quite +surprised to hear that they are not really mice, but belong to the +squirrel tribe. They were always great favorites with us, and we have +had a long succession of them as pets ever since we were babies. What +can be prettier than the fat, round little things, with their soft +red-brown hair, long furry tails, white chests, and great black eyes? + +Bertha tells me that the first thing she can remember doing in her whole +life is running about the room, tossing her pinafore up and down, to the +great delight, as she supposed, of a dormouse that was in it, and then +suddenly seeing him clambering up the table-cloth at the other side of +the room. + +The first dormouse that I can remember was one called Mouffette. He also +belonged to Bertha. He was so tame that she used to put him in a doll's +cart, with a tiny whip in one hand and the reins in the other, and draw +it round the garden; and she often walked about out-of-doors with the +little thing on her shoulder. Another was very fond of cream, though it +was said to be bad for his health, and was sometimes allowed to drink it +out of a tiny ivory cup that he held in his hand. + +At one time, when both my sisters had a dormouse, my father said that +whichever of them learned first to work a shirt front very nicely should +have a beautiful new cage for her pet. Unfortunately, Emily's "Bear" +had, two days before, got loose, and ran up the bedroom chimney, and +since then nothing had been seen or heard of him; so she was very +unhappy, thinking that if she did get a new cage, there would be no +dormouse to put in it. However, that evening, as they were going to bed, +they heard a little noise in the chimney, and presently down walked +Master Bear into his cage, which had been placed on the hob, and began +to eat nuts. + + + + +[Begun in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 58, December 7.] + +MILDRED'S BARGAIN. + +A Story for Girls. + +BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. + +CHAPTER IV. + + +Mildred thought she had never seen anything finer than the beautiful +hall and staircase at Miss Jenner's. She scarcely felt her foot fall on +the rich dark carpets as she made her way up stairs into a beautiful +old-fashioned room where half a dozen young people were congregated, +laying aside their wraps. They were talking and laughing gayly, and +Mildred recognized them as the daughters of the "leading people" in +Milltown--girls about her own age or a little younger, to whom she had +constantly sold ribbons or laces, or the "newest thing" in mantles. Poor +Milly felt the pink coloring all her face, as she stood among them, some +way feeling shut out. She was not old enough nor wise enough to realize +the honorable side of her own life and its hard work; she thought only +of what their feelings would be were they to recognize in her one of +"Hardman's" girls. But as no one knew her, two or three whispered +together, wondering who the pretty lady-like stranger could be, and as +they all went down the oak stairs together, one of the girls spoke to +her in a friendly, good-humored way. Milly was glad of company as she +found herself at the door of the long, beautiful room in which Miss +Jenner stood waiting for her young friends. The eyes of the poor little +"sales-woman" were dazzled by the quiet elegance of the room--the many +pictures, the statuary, and articles of _virtu_ from many lands. Milly +forgot even her fright and her intense consciousness of her gray silk in +her pleasure at these novel sights. + +"So you found your way here, Mildred," Miss Jenner said, in her brusque +though kindly voice. "Well, I'm glad to see you. Now come and let me +introduce you to my niece, for this is _her_ company." + +Mildred found herself following Miss Jenner into a pretty half-shaded +room at the end of the parlor. A young girl of about fifteen, very +slight and delicate, but exceedingly pretty, was seated there, with one +or two young people near her. + +"Alice," said Miss Jenner, using a tone so soft that Mildred could not +believe it was her new friend's voice, "this is Mildred Lee: I want you +to make great friends with her." + +The young girl stretched out a slim hand with something uncertain in her +gesture. As Mildred took it, Miss Jenner whispered, with a deep sigh, +"She is _blind_." + +Mildred felt full of compassion for the poor young girl, who, surrounded +by so much that was beautiful, could see and understand nothing of it; +but she speedily found that Alice Jenner took the keenest delight in +conversation. As they were left by themselves half an hour, Mildred +found it a pleasant task to entertain her. She described for her +amusement the little company, the dresses, the effect of everything, +finally drifting into her own affairs, and avowing her position at Mr. +Hardman's. Alice listened with delight; Milly's life was so different +from hers. + +"Yes, I should think so," sighed Milly, glancing around at the +luxurious, warmly tinted rooms; then she remembered the young girl's +infirmity. + +"No, Milly," said Alice, "you would not change with me." + +[Illustration: MILDRED AT THE PARTY.] + +When tea was announced, Milly found it hard to leave her new friend, but +she thoroughly enjoyed the bountiful and sumptuous meal to which they +all sat down. Later, games were played in which Alice could join, and +finally Miss Jenner's nephew, a tall boy a little older than Milly, was +called over to take her to the library. Mildred never had seen such a +room as that library. Not only were there all the books she had most +wanted to read, but there were photographs of every place under the sun, +and engravings of all the great masters she had heard her father talk +about. So keenly interested was she in it all, that young Jenner went +away, bringing back his blind sister, and begging Milly to "describe it +all to Alice." Nothing could have pleased her better, and so the three +bent over a book of engravings, Alice listening eagerly while Mildred +explained each picture in elaborate detail. Roger Jenner begged Mildred +not to pause, even though ice-cream was being handed around in the +parlor--he would go and bring in Alice's and her own share. He returned +speedily, followed by a servant carrying a tray with the ices and +delicious cups of hot chocolate upon it. Roger was divided between +listening to an account of Raphael's St. Cecilia and the duty of handing +Mildred her chocolate, while Milly absently stretched out her fingers +for the cup. It was an instant's awkwardness on both sides, followed by +a little cry from Milly, and a stare of horror from Roger. The cup of +boiling chocolate poured in a brown stream down the front of her gray +silk dress. + +Poor Mildred! I am afraid, in spite of Roger's anxious apologies and her +own instinctive politeness, she looked very miserable. The rest of the +evening hung but heavily on her hands. Alice easily dismissed the +subject, not guessing of how much importance one silk dress could be to +any one, little knowing the misery in her companion's mind. Mildred +tried to continue her narrations, but she was glad when the room filled, +and Alice's chair became a general centre; still more pleased when it +came time for her to go home, and she could again wrap her water-proof +over her new dress, and feel it hidden. Miss Jenner had certainly been +very kind. Even one or two hours in such a beautiful house was enough to +fill her with delight, and Alice and Roger were charming companions; but +Milly, as she stood in the dressing-room, felt somehow the evening had +not been a success, and her comfort received its last shock on +overhearing two of the "leading" young ladies whisper to a third, "Why, +that girl in the gray silk dress is one of Hardman's clerks. How _could_ +Miss Jenner have invited her? And see how she's all dressed up." Mildred +felt rather than saw the sneering looks which followed her out of the +room. Poor child! her heart under the much-prized dress was beating with +mortification and disappointment as she went down stairs. Miss Jenner +said very little about seeing her again, and when she joined Joe in the +hall, she found him in a most unamiable mood. + +"What is it, Joey?" said Milly, as they went out of the gate. Come what +might, Mildred was always a thoughtful, gentle elder sister. + +"Why, the landlord's been in," Joe said, sulkily, "and he says we _must_ +pay in advance after this. I _wish_ the day could come, Mil," added the +boy, "when _I_ could get a place in at Hardman's." + +Poor Milly gave a little groan. "Don't say that, dear," she said. +"People talk of _my_ being there as if it was a disgrace. Don't bother +about Mr. Stiles, Joey; I'll see him to-morrow." + +Deborah was waiting up to hear Milly's account of the party, and was +wrathful at the girl's running quickly up stairs, not knowing what she +had to conceal. Once in her own room, Milly looked eagerly at the +stained silk. It was hopelessly ruined! Chocolate she knew never would +submit to any cleansing, and so she put it away with a sigh, feeling she +had paid dearly for one evening's finery. For the first time since her +bargain, the thought of the thirty dollars weighed like a guilty secret +on her heart. She could not sleep, but after going to bed lay thinking +of the weekly visit she must receive from that bold, hard-featured +woman. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THAT SMALL PIECEE BOY FROM CHINA. + +BY MRS. LIZZIE W. CHAMPNEY. + + + 'Twas a little Asiatic + Sitting sadly on the deck, + Who with wailings loud, emphatic, + Watched his home fade to a speck, + While his saffron-hued complexion + Altered to deep olive green, + And the tears of retrospection + In his almond eyes were seen. + Still he scanned the far horizon, + Touching neither bread nor meat; + And we feared that he would die soon, + For we could not make him eat. + Sympathy, and e'en religion, + Had for him no hope or cheer. + "Speakee you too much fool pigeon, + Better China home than here. + Me no likee English junkee, + English chowchow too no nice. + Why no can some roasted monkey? + What for not some piecee mice? + Number one no washee dishee, + Catchee chopsticks scouree bright; + Too much workee, this boy wishee + Top-side makee, flyee kite." + + "Make a kite, you foolish fellow," + Kindly then the Captain said. + With delight his cheeks so yellow + Flushed almost to rosy red. + As he worked, an inspiration + In his eager fingers burned. + Each on board made his donation, + Every scrap to use was turned. + To begin, the galley scullion + Gave a worn-out cracked guitar, + Which would utter shrieks aeolian + As the breeze bore it afar; + Slats there were from blinds Venetian, + And a tattered parasol. + Wondered we at such provision, + Sure it could not carry all. + Two old bonnets, an air cushion, + With a bandbox painted green, + Rockets two, to set it rushing, + And an ancient crinoline, + Wings from a torn old umbrella, + While a tail of many rags + Showed in its red, white, and yellow + He had stol'n the signal flags. + + Vain our taunts, our sneers invidious, + For each day the structure grew + Stronger, vaster, and more hideous, + Yet more awful to the view. + Cloven tongue all barbed and hissing, + And a snaky horned wig, + Goggle eyes revolving, whizzing + In a fiery whirligig; + Till with joy Kong's face resembled + A great orange sent from Seville. + All who saw the kite now trembled, + 'Twas so very like a devil. + And Kong scanned the far horizon, + Till from out the western main + Rose a black and threatening typhoon, + And it blew a hurricane. + On the poop Kong danced ecstatic, + And he gave his demon string. + + As it tugged with curve erratic + Loud and clear we heard him sing: + "No more chowchow mutton hashee, + Soon me suck fat shark tail fin, + Soon one pigtail full of cashee + Me give cumshaw Joss, Pekin; + Soon me sing my China sing-song, + Chowchow nice bird-nest pudding. + Ha quai, fly, go top-side Chin chong + Choy, old English junk. Chin chin." + +[Illustration] + + Shrieked we all in accents frantic, + "Oh, come back, you China boy!" + Vain: he soared o'er the Atlantic + In a straight course for Amoy. + And the soldiers of Gibraltar + Saw him whizzing through the sky, + Like a bomb-shell to the assault, or + A gigantic comet high. + And the tempest waged still windier + As he crossed the great canal, + Till, with but a glance at India, + He reached safe the China wall. + There, in a pagoda finer + Far than I can tell or write, + That small piecee boy from China + Now reposes with his kite. + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + + DARLINGTON HEIGHTS, VIRGINIA. + + My papa says there is no difficulty in painting magic-lantern + slides with water-color paints, and the design can easily be made + without using those dangerous chemicals. He used to make slides in + this way when he was a boy: Take a slip of glass of the proper + size, and cover one side with a coat of mastic varnish, and let it + dry well. Then make your sketch on a piece of white paper, and lay + your slide over it, and trace the outlines on the glass with a fine + camel's-hair brush and India ink. Now mix your water-colors with + thin gum water, and you will find you can paint quite well on the + varnished surface. If there is any difficulty, a little ox-gall, + which can be bought at any paint shop, will make it right. All the + details must be carefully painted with a very fine brush, as the + magic lantern magnifies all defects. Only transparent colors, like + gamboge, Prussian blue, lakes, and madders, can be used. The slides + should be finished by covering all the glass, except the figures, + with black oil-paint, and adding another coat of varnish to the + slide. + + HARRY J. + + * * * * * + + STALYBRIDGE, LANCASHIRE, ENGLAND. + + I am a little English girl nine years old; I have a kind auntie in + America, who sends us HARPER'S BAZAR and YOUNG PEOPLE. My sisters + and I are delighted with them. My papa has some very kind cousins + in Kentucky. Cousin S---- has invited us to go and see him, and + have some of his nice fruit, and mamma says we may some time if we + are good. We call him uncle, because we love him so. He sent some + American flour to papa, who keeps a store here, and we have had one + hundred barrels of American apples, and are going to have more. We + have the Stars and Stripes and Union-Jack at papa's store, and the + children here call it the "'Merica shop." + + LOUISE MARY K. + + * * * * * + + MANKATO, KANSAS. + + I have lived in this place ten years. I am eleven years old. A + great change has taken place here since I came. Not long ago this + was the Indians' country. We could see traces of them, and often + felt afraid. Buffalo, antelopes, and wolves were very numerous, and + frequently ran past our house. Nearly everybody lived in "dug-outs" + then, but now things are beginning to look civilized. We have a + railroad, and churches and school-houses. People are building fine + houses, and everything is progressing rapidly. Papa and mamma have + lived in Kansas for twenty-one years. + + We have a large cat and a mocking-bird, which are on very friendly + terms with each other, and will often eat together from the same + dish. + + ELEANOR W. + + * * * * * + + LANCASTER, PENNSYLVANIA. + + Here are two pretty botanical experiments, which may be new to some + readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. Place a sponge of any size in a saucer, + which must be kept filled with water. Sprinkle some canary-seed on + the top of the sponge, and in a short time it will sprout and + become a beautiful bunch of long green grass. + + A crocus bulb, if wrapped in cotton and placed in a saucer of + water, will in course of time sprout and bloom. + + CARL R. E. + + * * * * * + + When I was seven years old my brother, my two sisters, and myself + were presented with four white Angora rabbits. Two were lost, but + before long the other pair had five little ones, and in time there + were nineteen. + + Two summers ago we visited the White Mountains. I had a baby + rabbit which I liked better than any of the others, so I took it + with me. It was very tame, and would follow me everywhere. Its + name was Snowball. It lived on bread, milk, clover, and other + greens, and it liked candy as well as I do. I took it to the White + Mountains in a basket with a little hay in it. When we reached + there, Snowball was very tired, and I put it to bed. We were among + the mountains eleven days, and Snowball grew very fat before we + came home. + + I never let it out in the rain; but one day it ran out when I did + not know it; I caught it, and was carrying it up stairs to comb + and dry its hair, when it fell backward from my shoulder and + dislocated its back. I had to have it killed with chloroform. It + was stuffed, and is now in my room. + + In the winter all of my rabbits died except eight, and the day I + went back to the country those were left out-of-doors in a coop. + In the morning when I went to feed them they were all dead. A dog + had broken into the coop in the night. That was the end of my + beautiful rabbits, and I can not tell of my great sorrow. + + H. F. WHITE. + + * * * * * + + SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA. + + I am eleven years old, and I delight to read YOUNG PEOPLE. I like + it better and better every week. + + We have just returned from a pleasure-trip all over California. It + was delightful eating oranges from the trees in Los Angeles, and + catching trout in the beautiful streams in the Sierra Nevada + Mountains. + + TOMMIE H. + + * * * * * + + OCCIDENTAL, CALIFORNIA. + + I live in the far West, among the redwoods of Sonoma County, + seventy miles from San Francisco, on the North Pacific Coast + Railroad. There are a number of saw-mills here, and there are large + redwood trees, some of which are over twelve feet through. Some of + the pine-trees will make seventeen cords of four-foot wood. + + Not far from our house there is one of the highest railroad + bridges in the State. It is one hundred and thirty-seven and a + half feet from the creek to the roadway. + + We have several kinds of wild animals around here. + + S. EDWARD E. + + * * * * * + + TRINITY, LOUISIANA. + + I live in a little town called Trinity, because it is built where + three rivers meet. We have an overflow here nearly every year, and + have lots of fun going about in boats, but we generally get tired + before the water goes off the ground. + + I am ten years old. I have five sisters and four brothers. We do + not go to school, but have a governess. We had a pet deer, but it + died the first cold weather. I have been taking music lessons + seven months, and can play a few pieces. We all like YOUNG PEOPLE + very much. + + RETTA S. + + * * * * * + + SUNBURY, PENNSYLVANIA. + + I have never written to YOUNG PEOPLE before, and now I want to tell + about my flowers. I raised over one hundred and fifty plants from + slips last summer. I like the light blue heliotrope better than any + other house plant, so I have propagated about twenty-five plants of + that. + + I had a rabbit given to me recently. I call it Dicky. It eats + turnips, cabbage, and apples. + + I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. "Out of the Woods" was a splendid + story. I am thirteen years old. + + MARY R. + + * * * * * + + CHARLOTTETOWN, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND. + + I wish to tell all the correspondents that, as I have exchanged + postage stamps with a great many, I have now no more duplicates + left, and will not be able to supply any more boys. + + G. C. WIGGIN. + + * * * * * + + I am all out of curiosities now, and can not exchange them any + longer, but I would like to exchange postmarks. + + TEDDY SMITH, + 641 Cass Avenue, Detroit, Mich. + + * * * * * + + I live on the great prairies of Dakota, not far from the pipe-stone + quarries. It is said to be the only place in the world where + pipe-stone is found. It is used by the Indians for making pipes, + rings, beads, and other things. I would like to exchange specimens + of pipe-stone for sea-shells, ocean curiosities, Egyptian postage + stamps, foreign coins, or Indian relics. + + GEORGE F. SMITH, + Care of Allen Smith, P. O. Box 38, + Aurora, Brookings County, Dakota. + + * * * * * + +The following exchanges are also offered by correspondents: + + Relics gathered on the ancient sites of Onondaga Indian villages + for Indian relics from other localities, ocean curiosities, or + minerals. + + LYMAN H. NORTON, + Plainville, Onondaga County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + California birds' eggs for eggs from other localities. + + FANNIE W. ROGERS, + Gilroy, Santa Clara County, California. + + * * * * * + + Crochet patterns and postmarks. + + TESSIE LINDSAY, + Wappingers Falls, Dutchess County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks, minerals, sea-shells, coins, and other curiosities. + + GEORGE J. ANTHONY, + 235 First Street, Jersey City, N. J. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps and postmarks. + + LESLIE I. RAY, Ishpeming, Mich. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps. A stone from New York State, for one from + any other State except New Jersey. + + EDWIN M. COX, JUN., + Spuyten Duyvel, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps and sea-shells. + + WALTER MANDELL, + 666 Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Mich. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps for Indian relics and other curiosities. + + A. H. VAN BUSKIRK, + 429 East Fifty-eighth Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Stones, stamps, and coins. + + CHARLES STEWART, + North Evanston, Cook County, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + ANNIE P. CARRIER, + Shady Side, Pittsburgh, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks, Indian arrow-heads, or specimens of iron, copper, or + nickel ores from Norway, for birds' eggs or foreign postage stamps. + + GERTRUDE A. ARNOLD, + 177 North Pearl Street, Buffalo, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + An open boll of cotton, exactly as grown on the stalk, for foreign + stamps or coin. + + JOSEPH HAWKINS, Prosperity, S. C. + + * * * * * + + About six hundred postage stamps and an international stamp album + for a scroll saw. + + A. S. WETTACH, + P. O. Box 891, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + JAMES H. DEWSON, + 113 Schermerhorn Street, Brooklyn, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps and relics. + + JOHN A. SELKIRK, + 132 First Street, Albany, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + ROBERT KREIDER, + P. O. Box 119, Mauch Chunk, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Pressed leaves and ferns, or postmarks, for leaves and ferns from + other localities. + + AGNES and CARRIE RAUCHFUSS, + Golconda, Pope County, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs. + + O. M. FREEMAN, + Albion, Providence County, R. I. + + * * * * * + + Indian arrow-heads for birds' eggs. + + ISOBEL JACOB, + Darlington Heights, Prince Edward Co., Va. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks for different kinds of buttons. + + EMMA RADFORD, + Gloversville, Fulton County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Minerals, fossils, and ferns. + + RUTHE S. COLLIN, + Cornell College, Mount Vernon, Iowa. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + FRED HARRIS, + 322 East Fifty-seventh Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs. + + S. D. WRIGHT, + Care of J. B. Wright, + Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga. + + * * * * * + + Insects and postage stamps. + + GRACE STURTEVANT, + South Framingham, Mass. + + * * * * * + + Pieces of crystallized starch from what is said to be the largest + starch factory in the world, dovetailed pieces of wood from a large + box manufactory, or pebbles and stones from Lake Ontario, for + specimens of workmanship from any manufacturing establishment in + the United States, or minerals. + + GEORGE D. GILLETT, + 136 West Fourth Street, Oswego, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Twenty postmarks for ten foreign postage stamps. No duplicates. + + JOHN V. L. PIERSON, + Bloomfield, Essex County, N. J. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + Louis HUICQ, + Hoboken, N. J. + + * * * * * + + Minerals, fossils, birds' eggs, and foreign and United States + postage stamps. + + ARTHUR MILLIKEN, + Emporia, Kan. + + * * * * * + + Stones from Utah and Germany, and Indian arrow-heads for birds' + eggs or stamps. + + HARRY EVERETT, + 2447 Cottage Grove Avenue, Chicago, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Iron, lead, zinc, sulphur, and magnetic iron for curiosities, other + ores, or stamps. + + EDWIN HEILIG, + Wytheville, Wythe County, Va. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + ALLAN J. HOUGHTON, + P. O. Box 619, Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + Michigan postmarks and minerals and shells from the Atlantic Ocean + for shells and curiosities from the Pacific coast. + + ROBERT J. LASIER, + 124 Fort Street West, Detroit, Mich. + + * * * * * + +WILLIE J. F.--Club or Acme. For full information, see advertisement of +Peck & Snyder, or Barney & Berry, in our columns. + + * * * * * + +WILLIE F. W.--1. Twenty-five-cent gold pieces have been coined by the +United States, but they have never been in general circulation.--2. +There is no work on practical book-binding from which the business can +be learned. Your best way would be to make the acquaintance of some +book-binder, and get him to show you the process. There are excellent +works on ornamental book-binding, but they are expensive, and would be +of no use to an amateur.--3. No. Each kind has its partisans. + + * * * * * + +BOATMAN.--Full directions for making a flat-bottomed boat will soon be +given in YOUNG PEOPLE, with working diagrams. + + * * * * * + +CLIFTON J.--To make a toboggan take a thin birch board about five feet +long and a foot and a half wide. Steam one end to turn up, and secure +the curve by stout cord or wire. This primitive sled, which is an +invention of the Canadian Indians, is used only on crusted snow, and is +steered with two short sticks held firmly in the hands. + + * * * * * + +H. H. HENRY.--Pekin, the capital city of China, is situated in the +province of Chili. Its population is estimated from 1,648,000 to +2,000,000, but it is impossible to arrive at an exact statement. + + * * * * * + +IDA L. G.--See answer to Miriam B. and others in Post-office Box of +YOUNG PEOPLE No. 52. + + * * * * * + +N. L. JONES.--Land lizards feed on small insects. If you have house +plants, and allow the lizards liberty to run among them, they will keep +them free from lice and small worms, which often do great injury to the +leaves. + + * * * * * + +C. W. M.--You can send soil or other specimens in a small box by mail. + + * * * * * + +LUCY WILSON, L. L. G., N. B. GREENE, AND MANY OTHERS.--Write and make +your inquiries from the correspondents with whom you wish to exchange. + + * * * * * + + DEAR FRIENDS,--About a fortnight ago, when we boys and girls of the + "Children's Hour" were busy at our drawing and painting, Miss + Donlevy, our teacher, told us we had all been invited to visit + Harper's Building. + + You may just think we clapped our hands with delight, and made + considerable noise for a minute or two, but then we promised to + behave very quietly. + + When the day came, we all, with our teacher, took the Third Avenue + elevated car, and whizzed down in no time to Franklin Square, and + soon found ourselves mounting up the winding stairs to the office + of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + We had all been wondering whether we should have to look + dignified, and mind our p's and q's, supposing the editor was + oldish and wore spectacles; he wasn't, though, for he was young, + and as kind and friendly as if he was one's own grown-up brother + or cousin, and let us ask questions until I guess his ears ached + and his head spun. + + The girls took off their cloaks and the boys their overcoats, and + piled them up on a chair. The editor took us to the art + department, where we were introduced to the art critic and an + artist famous for drawing grasses and flowers and landscapes. As + they were only talking, we went into the next room to see artists + at work. One had a small block of box-wood on his desk, covered + with a transparent paper, called gelatine paper; on this was + traced in red pencil a picture of a house and trees. He was going + over all the red lines with a pointed instrument. When the + gelatine paper was lifted off, there were the lines faintly cut in + the wood. Then the artist took a lead-pencil and went over the cut + lines with it; next came shading the picture with a brush and + India ink. When we had watched them doing this we were all marched + off to the engraving department. + + What busy people engravers are! There they sat, looking as if they + thought there wasn't a thing in the world to be looked at but the + block picture on the padded cushion before them. All the engravers + had shades over their eyes, and were looking through + magnifying-glasses at their work. + + One of them let me look through his, and, whew! how big the things + looked! I saw in a minute that all the parts of the block are cut + away except the parts marked by the lead-pencil and brush; these + must stand up higher than the rest of the wood, to take the ink + for printing. But I tell you what seemed like magic--taking a + proof. The proof-taker just laid the engraved block picture on its + back in his press, and ran an inked roller over its face; then he + laid a sheet of paper on it; then he pulled the press down on it, + and it only took a second's pressure; when he lifted up the press + and took the paper out, there was the loveliest picture of a baby + sitting in a high chair. All the class wanted one immediately, but + we had no time to wait; so away we marched up some more winding + stairs to the "composing-room." Now you mustn't think that's where + they compose stories; it's only the place for setting up type, and + such work. + + Here a number of young men were filling small iron things, called + "sticks," with type; as each stick was loaded, the types were + taken out in a bunch and put into a tray called a "galley." This + is called "composing." Stickful after stickful was arranged, until + a page of type lay there. It seemed all spelled backward, to make + it come out right when printed. + + The "galley man" then inked this page of type, and struck off a + proof for each of us, just as the picture proof was struck off + down stairs. As this page was only a letter from a doll, I didn't + care much for it, but all the girls just went wild over it; + however, I took one for the curiosity's sake; for what fellow is + there cares for dolls? + + HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE is not printed right from these type, as I + thought when the proofs were being made for us, for the type would + soon wear off. A wax mould is made from each page of set-up type. + I asked the editor what good a soft wax thing like that mould + could be, so he took us all into a wonderful room, where they make + copper plates from the wax moulds. We had only been there a minute + or two when the foreman asked us if we'd like to see him strike + lightning. In the middle of the room stands a large bath of glass, + with a smaller one inside of it filled with a dark blue liquid. + Joined to it were some broad bands of copper, reaching nearly to + the ceiling. Well, the foreman touched one of these belts with + some kind of a bar of metal, and right away the sparks flew, and + there came flashes like lightning. Of course some of the girls ran + away, and one of the boys ran too. + + We boys staid, and the foreman showed us how the wax moulds were + hung in the blue-vitriol water, with plates of copper hanging near + them. Somehow--I can not understand exactly how--the electricity + makes the copper dissolve and fall in powder on the wax, where it + hardens; when it is taken out of this bath it is a beautiful + copper picture, black on the front and red on the under side. + + We were told the under or hollow side would next be filled in with + lead, just as boys fill in a bullet mould. We were only allowed to + peep into the lead-melting room, where we saw a great caldron + filled with boiling lead. I would have liked to give it a good + stir up with the big ladle, but of course didn't ask the favor. + This built-up copper plate is very strong, and any number of + pictures or letters--for they make moulds and plates of both--can + be printed from them. + + Then the editor said we should see the men printing from these + plates, fastened into iron frames called "forms." So down ever so + many winding stairs we travelled, until we came to a dark + under-ground room, where the "Hoe" printing-presses are. Whew! + what a whizzing and buzzing there was! + + We all stood around a great big machine, and the editor kindly + lifted us up in turn so we might all see it. On the top, on a + large metal plate, the white paper is laid, the plate moves + forward, and up come a lot of shining steel prongs that catch the + paper and drag it under so you can't see it. Just then, below, at + the other side, we caught sight of a large "form" with the metal + plate of type, or text, and pictures of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE in + it. It seemed to know just what to do, for it moved toward the + sheet of paper, which was somewhere down under the rollers, and + the next thing we saw was the sheet coming out at the other end on + a wooden frame, which lifted up and turned it over on a pile which + had been printed before we came in. Just think, boys and girls: + that press can turn out two thousand YOUNG PEOPLE in an hour! + + We only took a peep at the two big "Corliss" steam-engines that + were making the whole thing go. Here some of the girls were afraid + again; so, as it was near twelve o'clock, we hurried up the + winding stairs again to see the folding and binding and + "marbleizing" done. + + The folding-machine is just the cleverest thing. The sheet is laid + on a moving roller which carries it over to a second and then a + third roller, and it goes in and out, and the first thing you know + it drops down in a trough at the side, all nicely folded, and cut, + too, for binding. + + Then we saw a lot all ready for the sewers. Well, I think I never + saw needles fly like those that the girls were sewing the leaves + in lots with. Fifty-two YOUNG PEOPLES sewed together make a pretty + fat-looking book, but when it is put in a heavy press it comes out + looking considerably slimmer. Next we saw the fly-leaves + marbleized. My! but wasn't it pretty! A man stood in front of a + large square bath filled with gum and water. There were lots of + cans around, filled with red, blue, yellow, green, and other + colored paints. First he dipped his brush in the red and shook it + over the gum water--the drops made circles of red--then he shook + yellow spots with another brush; then blue, till the top of the + water was beautifully spotted. Next he took what looked like a + very big comb and stroked the water softly, so all the colors took + curious long shapes; then he stroked it the other way with a finer + comb, until it had a pretty peacock-feather pattern on it, and was + ready for the paper, which he just laid flat on top of the gay + water, and then hung it up to dry for fly-leaves. + + After that we watched the men brush paste on the backs of the + books, put the covers on, and place them in presses to make the + paste stick. We couldn't wait to see them come out of the presses, + so we thanked the editor, and started for home. Some of the girls + said they would know how to mend books now when the covers came + off. Every one of them said they were going to marbleize paper + when they got home; but I know something more tip-top than that: + _I'm_ going to rig up a machine to strike lightning. And now, dear + friends, I must say good-by. + + FRANK E. F. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from E. D. Kellogg, C. W. Seagar, A. D. H., Ben +J. R., Phebe O'Reilly, T. F. Weishampel, H. G. M., Ellie Earle, F. D. +Crane, Willy Rochester, Nellie E. Owen, Lydia M. Bennett, Mary Daucy, +Willie A. Scott, Albert K. Hart, Bobbie C. Horntager, Dany J. O., T. N. +Jamieson, Belle Dening, Joe T. P., Freddie C. Y., Mamie S., Eva M. +Moody, Gracie E. Stevens. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from Charles Gaylor, Mabel +Lowell, The Dawley Boys, Alice Ward, Tom Kelley, Jun., Cal I. Forny, +Mark Marcy, George Willie Needham, Walter P. Hiles. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +HALF-SQUARE--(_To Mark Marcy_). + +Last.--A bird. To pinch. White. A letter. + + MABEL. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +NUMERICAL CHARADES. + + 1. I am a plant found in pastures, composed of 8 letters. + My 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 is a little animal. + My 6, 7, 8 is a part of the body. + + GEORGIA. + + 2. I am an animal composed of 9 letters. + My 4, 2, 3, 8 is a kind of grain. + My 6, 7, 9 is something good to eat. + My 5, 1 is aloft. + + MAUD. + + 3. I am a city in New England composed of 8 letters. + My 1, 2, 3, 4 is a kind of wine. + My 5, 6, 7, 8 is to disembark. + + MABEL. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +RHOMBOID--(_To Zelotes_). + +Across.--To stain. A kind of three-masted vessel. Scoffs. A city of +Northern Italy. A part cut to enter a mortise. + +Down.--Always in mischief. An animal. A part of the body. Death. To +repel. To wax. Wrong-doing. A denial. In scorn. + + BOLUS. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE--(_To Rip Van Winkle_). + +A lake in the United States. A city in South America. An African +sea-port. A river in Scotland. In Hamburg. A river in Russia. A city in +Italy. A country in South America. A city in South America. Centrals +read downward spell the name of a country in South America. + + OWLET. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 59. + +No. 1. + + H E A R + E A T + A T + R + +No. 2. + + I B I S + E D I T + A L O E + L O D E + +No. 3. + +North Pole. + +No. 4. + + A o R t A + R o U n D + M a N i A + +No. 5. + + J ean D'Ar C + U rsul A + L amartin E + I socrate S + U rani A + S chille R + +Julius Caesar. + +No. 6. + + T O L L B E A R + O B E Y E L S E + L E E R A S I A + L Y R E R E A R + + S O A P R I C E + O N C E I R O N + A C T S C O R D + P E S T E N D S + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + +SINGLE COPIES, 4 cents; ONE SUBSCRIPTION, one year, $1.50; FIVE +SUBSCRIPTIONS, one year, $7.00--_payable in advance, postage free_. + +The Volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE commence with the first Number in +November of each year. + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order. + +Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY-ORDER OR DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss. + +Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional. + + HARPER & BROTHERS, + Franklin Square, N. Y. + + + + +FUNNY FLIRTATION CARDS. + +BY FRANK BELLEW. + + +[Illustration: FIG. 1.] + +Charley Sparks is one of those sunshiny young fellows who occasionally +come beaming upon us out of the gloom and mist of this rather foggy +world. He always has a smile, and generally something new in the way of +a puzzle, or a riddle, or a notion of some sort wherewith to amuse his +friends. The other evening he dropped in to see us, with his usual +amount of sunshine to compete with the gas-light in the parlor, but +there was an extra twinkle in his eye which told me that he had +something novel to communicate. There were several of the girls present, +and a couple of friends, one of whom was Maggie Martin, a bright little +brunette, as piquant as a French sauce, and the other a Miss Sarah +Gooch, an amiable maiden lady of about forty-five. After a few words of +greeting, Charley pulled from his pocket a card, of which Fig. 1 is a +copy, and presenting it to Miss Gooch, asked her if she could solve the +enigma. As you will see, it is a very simple rebus, which most people +could readily make out. + +Miss Gooch looked at it steadily for some minutes, and then slowly and +deliberately said, "Eye--yes, eye." + +"That's right," said Charley; "you can dot that eye." + +"Eye," repeated Miss Gooch--"door--sheep. Eye--door--sheep. Well, I +don't see anything in that." Then there was a pause. Charley would not +help her out. "However, I'll try again: eye--oh yes, I see--a +door--sheep." + +"Oh no, you don't," said Charley. "You may like a mutton-chop now and +then, Miss Gooch, but to adore a whole sheep--no, no." + +Miss Gooch tried it again. + +"Eye--a door--sheep--lamb--ram--wether--ewe. Oh, I have it: I adore +you." + +"Do you?" exclaimed Charley, in the most impassioned tones, as he threw +himself on one knee, and seized her hand. "Then I am indeed the happiest +of mortals." + +A box on the ear from the laughing Miss Gooch brought him to his feet, +and terminated the love scene. + +[Illustration: FIG. 2.] + +[Illustration: FIG. 3.] + +Before we had all recovered from our merriment at this performance, +Charley approached Maggie Martin with great deference, and handed her +another card, on one side of which was inscribed hieroglyphics like +those on Fig. 2, and on the other side other figures, like those on Fig. +3. + +"Why, you seem to have brought a whole pack of cards with you, Mr. +Sparks," said Maggie. + +"A pack of nonsense you mean," replied Charley. + +"Well, let us look at your nonsense." + +"Oh, this is not nonsense, but the most deadly earnest." + +Maggie turned the card over and over, first looking at one side and then +at the other. + +"Are these inscriptions taken from the Obelisk?" she queried, archly. + +"No; they are copied from an inscription carved upon my heart." + +"Oh, another stone, eh?" + +"I wish it were a stone"--with a sigh. "But try my puzzle. I am deeply +interested in it." + +Maggie turned it over and over, held it edgeways this side and edgeways +the other, but could make nothing of it. + +"I am surprised you can not find it out," said Charley; "it is very +transparent." + +"Transparent? Oh, it is very transparent, is it? I see." And she held it +up to the light, which, shining through the thin card, blended the two +unmeaning inscriptions together so that they revealed distinctly a +sentence, which she began to read: + +"I lo--" Then suddenly checking herself, she said, with a laugh, "No you +don't, Mr. Sparks; you don't trap me into any expression of adoration, +as you did Miss Gooch. But tell me, how do you make these cards?" + +"The simplest thing in the world. You take a piece of thin card-board, +and outline on it in pencil any sentence you wish, as I have done 'I +love you'; then you blacken portions of the letters, as I have also +done, and place the card with its face to a window-pane, so that the +light shining through will show what you have done on the other side. +Complete the letters on the opposite side to the one on which you wrote +the first part of your inscription, and the thing is done." + + + + +[Illustration: DOUBT. +"Shall I--or--shall I not? Perhaps it would be better to let him go."] + + + + +[Illustration: THE SINGING LESSON.] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 4, 1881, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 4, 1881 *** + +***** This file should be named 44650.txt or 44650.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/4/4/6/5/44650/ + +Produced by Annie R. 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