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diff --git a/44753-h/44753-h.htm b/44753-h/44753-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9bb58e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/44753-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,2845 @@ +<!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, February 1, 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;} + +.caption {font-weight: bold;} + +/* 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; +} + + </style> + </head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44753 ***</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#KITTYS_FIRST_PIE">KITTY'S FIRST PIE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#HAKON_AND_RAGON">HAKON AND RAGON.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_RAISING_OF_THE_OBELISK">THE RAISING OF THE OBELISK.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TOBY_TYLER">TOBY TYLER;</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#HOW_TO_BUILD_A_SAIL-BOAT">HOW TO BUILD A SAIL-BOAT.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#OUR_NINE-POUNDER">OUR NINE-POUNDER.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_NEWSBOYS_HOME">THE NEWSBOYS' HOME,</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#LITTLE_BIDDYS_BIRTHDAY">LITTLE BIDDY'S BIRTHDAY.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#PHILS_FAIRIES">PHIL'S FAIRIES.</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="#THE_TUMBLER_TRICK">THE TUMBLER TRICK.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#IN_SPITE_OF_THEMSELVES">IN SPITE OF THEMSELVES.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MIRTHFUL_MAGIC">MIRTHFUL MAGIC</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#PUSSY_AND_THE_SNOW">PUSSY AND THE SNOW.</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<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>. 66.</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, February 1, 1881.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1881, 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: 600px;"><a name="KITTYS_FIRST_PIE" id="KITTYS_FIRST_PIE"></a> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="600" height="593" alt="" /> +</div> + +<h2>KITTY'S FIRST PIE.</h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Baked in a patty-pan,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Flaky and light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Done to a turn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">And seasoned just right,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">By a recipe taken</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">From mother's big book,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And some words of advice</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Thrown in by the cook,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 29em;">Is Kitty's first pie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">She made it herself,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Did little Miss Kit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Without the least help,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Not one tiny bit.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">But in eating it she'll have</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Assistance enough;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">For there's Bertha her sister,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">And little dog Buff,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And dear Mrs. Purr</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">(Who's a cat, as you know),</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And all the sweet dolls</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Sitting up in a row,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Each waiting her turn</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">For a piece of the pie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And all the young people</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Besides you and I</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Would, if asked, take a bit</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">Of Kitty's first pie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Of course 'twill go round,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">For it's round as a wheel,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Though I doubt if for all</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">It would make a full meal.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">But I'm sure there's enough</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">For each one to taste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And pass an opinion</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 28em;">On the mince and the paste</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 29em;">Of Kitty's first pie.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="HAKON_AND_RAGON" id="HAKON_AND_RAGON">HAKON AND RAGON.</a></h2> + +<h3>A TRUE INCIDENT OF THE ORCADES.</h3> + +<h3>BY LILLIE E. BARR.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Oh, how the wild north winds stormed loud in the Pentland Firth,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Beating the shores of the Orcades Isles, all white with foam!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Oh, 'mid the shuddering cold and frost, was life aught worth?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Yes, for they saw through the blackness the lights of Home.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Hakon and Ragon alone were left of the gallant crew</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">That had sailed to the arctic seas more than a year ago.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Some had perished of hunger, and some where great winds blew:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Only they two on the ship, sinking so surely below.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">But when the morning dawned, and the ship broke slowly apart,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">They saw men launching the life-boat. Ah, would it come too late!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Naught was left but a three-foot spar. Each saw, with a sinking heart,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">It would keep but one afloat. Then Hakon said, sadly: "My mate,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"Thou hast a wife and lasses and lads, and I am only one.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Good-by! I'll give thee a chance, Ragon. God bless thee, mate! Good-by!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">And down he sank with a smiling face, his duty bravely done.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Little he cared for fame: he'd found a noble way to die.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Then, when the tide beat inland, and Hakon came to his place,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">All the little Orcades town brought back the hero's clay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">And bore him to Ragon's cottage with loving tears and grace.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Many were there to weep for him, many were there to pray.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">The dominie kissed his brave cold hand, and said, "Hakon, well done!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Mothers, I bid you tell your sons how Hakon lived and died.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Nay, do not weep; this sailor boy a noble crown has won:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">He rests in God, and in our hearts his memory shall abide."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">And in that "Court of Peace" that lies in Stromness old and gray</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">There is a spot where, spite of cold, the long green grasses wave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Where youths and maidens wander, and little children play.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Ask them its charm, they'll answer you, "Why, this is Hakon's grave!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2><a name="THE_RAISING_OF_THE_OBELISK" id="THE_RAISING_OF_THE_OBELISK">THE RAISING OF THE OBELISK.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY E. MASON.</h3> + +<p>It was a beautiful day, and ever since early morning people had been +pouring into the great square in front of St. Peter's, at Rome, and now +at noon the square was filled with a silent crowd, the neighboring +balconies with groups, silent too, and all gazing intently in the same +direction. Not at the Pope, who, in his robes, and attended by his +suite, was conspicuous in one of the balconies, nor at the strange sight +at the four corners of the square—four empty gibbets which rose +threateningly against the blue sky—but at the centre, where were a +number of workmen, with machinery, grouped about the obelisk.</p> + +<p>This huge mass of stone had hitherto defied all efforts made by +different architects to raise it to its pedestal; many lives had been +lost in the attempts, much money and time wasted; and the Pope had at +last declared that the next architect who should volunteer for the task +would, if unsuccessful, be severely punished. There was one, however, +Fontana, who felt confident that he could raise the obelisk, and well +knew, if he did succeed, he should have an assured career before him; +so, carefully making his preparations, he applied to the Pope for +permission, only stipulating that, in order to insure success, there +must be perfect quiet during the operation. This was why the gibbets +stood at the corners, the Pope having officially announced that, as +unbroken stillness must be preserved, and the workmen not disturbed by +cries or acclamations from the excited spectators, any one who made a +noise or spoke during the time set apart for the raising should be +hanged; and with this wholesome terror before their eyes, it was +believed the crowd would not be tempted to disobey the order.</p> + +<p>All were intent on the one thing, and watched anxiously the workmen, as +cautiously they heaved the ropes, and slowly the mighty obelisk began to +move, then gradually to assume a more erect position, and finally hung +suspended in mid-air, needing but one more effort, when it would stand +on its pedestal, its lofty spire pointing heavenward.</p> + +<p>But, alas! the strained, overwrought ropes seemed able to bear no more; +already tense with the enormous weight, they were slowly beginning to +separate. It was a moment of breathless suspense; the mighty crowd stood +motionless, scarce daring to breathe, so great was their anxiety; and +the wretched Fontana, foreseeing the overthrow of all his hopes of fame +and wealth, and his destruction in the downfall, now imminent, of the +ponderous column, in his despair hid his face in his hands. Suddenly a +voice broke the death-like silence. It uttered but one word—"Aqua" +(water); but no word ever sounded sweeter or brought more hope than did +that to Fontana, whose energy revived. With a gesture he pointed to the +fountains in the square, and the crowd aiding the workmen, they dashed +the water over the smoking, quivering ropes; the final haul was given, +and the obelisk stood firm and straight on its pedestal.</p> + +<p>One long, heart-felt acclamation broke from the throng, and the lately +wretched Fontana saw himself in one brief moment rescued from the depths +of despair. The acclamations ceased, and the Pope, commanding silence, +ordered the workman who had disobeyed the decree of silence to be +brought before him, and asked what reason he had to give why the +forewarned punishment should not be executed upon him. The poor fellow +pleaded the benefit which the pronouncing of the one word had caused, +and the Pope not only graciously admitted the plea, but bade him ask any +favor, and it should be granted.</p> + +<p>With humility, the workman asked only for the privilege of selling palms +on Palm-Sunday in the great square of St. Peter's; and if we only knew +his name, which unfortunately was not thought worthy of being recorded, +we could tell, when in Rome on Palm-Sunday, if his descendants still +enjoy the grant given by the Pope.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h4><a name="TOBY_TYLER" id="TOBY_TYLER">[Begun in No. 58 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h2>TOBY TYLER;</h2> + +<h3>OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS.</h3> + +<h3>BY JAMES OTIS.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter VIII</span>.</h3> + +<h3>CAPTURE OF THE MONKEYS.</h3> + +<p>The boy tried to rise to his feet, but his head whirled so, and he felt +so dizzy and sick from the effects of his fall, that he was obliged to +sit down again until he should feel able to stand. Meanwhile the crowd +around the wagon paid no attention to him, and he lay there quietly +enough, until he heard the hateful voice of Mr. Lord, asking if his boy +was hurt.</p> + +<p>The sound of this voice affected Toby very much as the chills and fever +affect any one, and he shook so with fear, and his heart beat so loudly, +that he thought Mr. Lord must know where he was by the sound. Seeing +that his employer did not come directly toward him, the thought flashed +upon his mind that now would be a good chance for him to run away, and +he acted upon it at once. He rolled himself over in the mud until he +reached a low growth of fir-trees that skirted the road, and when once<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> +he was beneath their friendly shade, he arose to his feet, and walked +swiftly toward the woods, following the same direction that the monkeys +had taken.</p> + +<p>He no longer felt dizzy and sick; the fear of Mr. Lord had taken all +that from him, and made him as strong as he ever was in his life.</p> + +<p>He had walked rapidly for some distance, and was nearly beyond the sound +of the voices in the road, when he was startled by seeing quite a +procession of men emerge from the trees, coming directly toward him.</p> + +<p>He could not understand the meaning of this strange company, and it +frightened him so that he attempted to hide behind a tree, in the hope +that they might pass without seeing him. But no sooner had he secreted +himself than a strange, shrill chattering came from the foremost of the +group, and in an instant Toby was out from his place of concealment.</p> + +<p>He had recognized the peculiar sound as that of the old monkey who had +left him a few moments previous, and he knew now what he did not know +before, owing to the darkness. The new-comers were the monkeys that had +escaped from the cage, and had been overtaken and compelled to come back +by the old monkey, who seemed to have the most perfect control over +them.</p> + +<p>The old fellow was leading the band, and each one had clasped hands with +the others, which gave the whole crowd a most comical appearance, as +they came up to Toby, half hopping, half walking upright, and all +chattering and screaming like a crowd of children out on a holiday.</p> + +<p>Toby stepped toward the noisy crowd, held out his hand gravely to the +old monkey, and said, in tones of heart-felt sorrow:</p> + +<p>"I felt awful bad because I thought you had gone off an' left me, when +you only went off to find the other fellows. You're awful good, Mr. +Stubbs; an' now, instead of runnin' away as I was goin' to do, we'll all +go back together."</p> + +<p>The old monkey had grasped Toby's extended hand with his disengaged paw, +and, clinging firmly to it, the entire crowd followed, without breaking +the line, chattering and scolding at the most furious rate, while every +now and then Mr. Stubbs would look back and scream something, which +would cause the confusion to cease for an instant.</p> + +<p>It was really a comical sight, but Toby seemed to think it the most +natural thing in the world that they should follow him in this manner, +and he chattered to the old monkey quite as fast as any of the others +were doing. He told him very gravely all that he knew about the +accident, explained why it was that he conceived the idea of running +away, and really believed that Mr. Stubbs understood every word he was +saying.</p> + +<p>Very shortly after Toby had started to run away, the proprietor of the +circus drove up to the scene of the disaster, and, after seeing that the +wagon was being rapidly fixed up so that it could be hauled to the next +town, he ordered that search should be made for the monkeys. It was very +important that they should be captured at once, and he appeared to think +more of the loss of the animals than of the damage done the wagon.</p> + +<p>While the men were forming some plan for the search, so that in case of +a capture they could let each other know, the noise made by Toby and his +party was heard, and the men stood still to learn what it meant.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 251px;"> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="251" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">BRINGING BACK THE RUNAWAYS.</span> +</div> + +<p>The entire party, who were waiting to learn the reason of the confusion, +burst into shouts of laughter as Toby and his companions walked into the +circle of light formed by the glare of the lanterns, and the merriment +was by no means abated at Toby's serious demeanor. The wagon was now +standing upright, with the door open, and Toby led his companions +directly to it, gravely motioning them to enter.</p> + +<p>The old monkey, instead of obeying, stepped back by Toby's side, and +screamed to the others in such a manner that they all entered the cage, +leaving him on the outside with the boy.</p> + +<p>Toby motioned him to get in too, but he clung to his hand, and scolded +so furiously, that it was quite apparent he had no idea of leaving his +companion. One of the men stepped up, and was about to force him into +the wagon, when the proprietor ordered him to stop.</p> + +<p>"What boy is that?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Job Lord's new boy," said some one in the crowd.</p> + +<p>The man asked Toby how it was that he had succeeded in capturing all the +runaways, and the boy said, gravely:</p> + +<p>"Mr. Stubbs an' I are good friends, an' when he saw the others runnin' +away, he just stopped 'em, an' brought 'em back to me. I wish you'd let +Mr. Stubbs ride with me; we like each other a good deal."</p> + +<p>"You can do just what you please with Mr. Stubbs, as you call him. I +expected to lose half the monkeys in that cage, and you have brought +back every one. This monkey shall be yours, and you may put him in the +cage whenever you want to, or take him with you, just as you choose, for +he belongs entirely to you."</p> + +<p>Toby's joy knew no bounds; he put his arm around the monkey's neck, and +the monkey clung firmly to him, until even Job Lord was touched at the +evidence of affection between the two.</p> + +<p>While the wagon was being repaired, Toby and the monkey stood hand in +hand watching the work go on, and those in the cage scolded and raved +because they had been induced to return to captivity. After a while the +old monkey seated himself on Toby's arm, and cuddled close up to him, +uttering now and then a contented sort of a little squeak as the boy +talked to him.</p> + +<p>That night Mr. Stubbs slept in Toby's arms in the band wagon, and both +boy and monkey appeared very well contented with their lot, which a +short time previous had seemed so hard.</p> + +<p>When Toby awakened to his second day's work with the circus, his monkey +friend was seated by his side, gravely exploring his pockets, and all +the boy's treasures were spread out on the floor of the wagon by his +side. Toby tried to remonstrate with him on this breach of confidence, +but Mr. Stubbs was more in the mood for sport than for grave +conversation, and the more Toby talked, the more mischievous did he +become, until the boy gathered up his little store of treasures, took +the monkey by the paw, and walked him toward the cage from which he had +escaped on the previous night.</p> + +<p>"Now, Mr. Stubbs," said Toby, speaking in an injured tone, "you must go +in here, and stay till I have got more time to fool with you."</p> + +<p>He opened the door of the cage, and the monkey struggled as well as he +was able, until Toby was obliged to exert all his strength to put him +in.</p> + +<p>When once the door was fastened upon him, Toby tried to impress upon his +monkey friend's mind the importance of being more sedate, and he was +convinced that the words had sunk deep into Mr. Stubbs's heart, for, by +the time he had concluded, the old monkey was seated in the corner of +the cage, looking up from under his shaggy eyebrows in the most +reproachful manner possible.</p> + +<p>Toby felt sorry that he had spoken so harshly, and was about to make +amends for his severity, when Mr. Lord's gruff voice recalled him to a +realizing sense that his time was not his own, and he commenced his +day's work with a lighter heart than he had had since he stole away from +Uncle Daniel and Guilford.</p> + +<p>This day was not very much different from the preceding one so far as +the manner of Mr. Lord and his partner toward the boy was concerned; +they seemed to have the same idea that he was doing only about half as +much<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> work as he ought to, and both united in swearing at and cursing +him quite as much as possible.</p> + +<p>So far as his relations with other members of the company were +concerned, Toby stood in a much better position than he did before. +Those who had witnessed the scene told the others how Toby had led in +the monkeys on the night previous, and nearly every member of the +company had a kind word for the little fellow, whose head could hardly +be seen above the counter of Messrs. Lord and Jacobs's booth.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="HOW_TO_BUILD_A_SAIL-BOAT" id="HOW_TO_BUILD_A_SAIL-BOAT">HOW TO BUILD A SAIL-BOAT.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY F. S. C.</h3> + +<p>As a matter of course, your ice-boat has been built, rigged, and ironed; +and after a variety of mishaps you are fully able to manage her under +sail. A locomotive has been raced with, perhaps, and beaten; Bill B. and +Charlie A. have the marks still on their shins where the bowsprit stay +or runner plank ran against them. A heavy fall of snow or the ice-men +will spoil your sailing; no doubt it has come to pass, and you are left +out in the cold, with nothing to do but blow your fingers, and blame the +snow and the ice-men. After flying along at the rate of a mile a minute +in, you might say, unlimited space on a gigantic pair of skates, it is +rather a hard matter to be obliged to come down to an ordinary pair, +with but a small pond to skate on, at a speed of, say, six miles an +hour, and the wind in your favor, too.</p> + +<p>But it won't do to brood over your troubles, and lay the blame on the +ice-men or the snow.</p> + +<p>Why can't you build another boat for the next sailing season, and let +your ice-boat go for a little while? You are still on good terms with +your friend the carpenter? and you haven't bothered the life out of the +blacksmith with the iron-work of your ice-boat? You must call them to +your aid again, and also make friends with the painter.</p> + +<p>With your experience in boat-building, you ought to make something nice +this time. Suppose you try to build a flat-bottomed sail-boat, large +enough to hold you and several of your friends. A sail-boat is much +harder to build than any that you have yet tried; but that is no reason +why you can't do it.</p> + +<p>In the first place, you want two pine boards for the sides, twelve feet +long, twenty inches wide, and one inch thick, well seasoned, and free +from knots or checks. Cut as shown in Fig. 1, using divisions 1, 2, 3, +4, 5 to guide you. You must be careful about your measurements, or you +will have a leaky boat.</p> + +<p>Get a piece of oak for the dead-wood, or stem, eighteen inches long, +four inches deep, and six inches thick. Follow the measurements +carefully, and take particular notice of the difference between the top +and bottom in Fig. 3. The keelson is made of white pine, nine feet long +by seven inches deep and five and a half inches wide. Get the curve of +the bottom from the side; it commences at the dotted line on Fig. 1, +thence aft to section marked 4. You must allow, however, for the +mortising in the back of the dead-wood, as shown in the side elevation, +Fig. 6. Cut four boards, following the patterns marked 1, 2, 3, 4, Fig. +5; these are intended to mould your boat on. No. 5 is the stern, which +is to be made of oak one inch thick, and is a fixture. The others are to +be removed just as soon as the bottom is nailed on. Fasten the sides to +the dead-wood with good-sized brass screws. Then put the moulds in their +respective positions, as marked in plan Fig. 2; bend and nail the sides +to them. Screw the stern-piece in place, and turn the boat over, and +with plane and straight-edge prepare for putting on the bottom. Use +white pine seven-eighths of an inch thick. Fasten with galvanized nails, +making the joints as tight as possible.</p> + +<p>Cut an opening in the keelson for the centre-board trunk, as shown in +Figs. 2 and 4, then nail in position from the bottom. Saw through the +bottom board into the keelson, for your trunk comes through, and is +flush with the bottom of the boat. Be careful that the ends of the +boards are nailed to the keelson at the opening. Take out the moulds, +and put inside a ribbon of oak one by three inches. Screw to the sides +and bottom. This, you will find, stiffens the sides very much. Also put +in ribs of oak one inch square, mortised into the ribbon, and cut off +flush with the top of the side, twenty inches apart. These are not +absolutely necessary, but will give your craft additional strength. You +might get in a heavy storm, you know, or experience severe head-winds.</p> + +<p>Thwarts of pine one and three-quarter inches thick are to be placed in +next, with the exception of the one amidships. These serve the place of +moulds, and keep the sides in place, to be held in position by oak +strips underneath them. Screw them to the sides, and the thwarts to +them. The forward one serves as mast step, and the after one as support +for the rudder-post. Your deck beams are made of oak one inch thick and +two inches deep, three forward and one aft. These beams must be cut with +curved tops so as to make a crown for your deck, that it may shed water. +The stern piece shows the height of the crown aft. Forward of the +cockpit it ought to be two inches above the side, then a gradual sweep +to the stern. The deck may now be put on, and planed flush with the +side. Put an oak ribbon one by three inches on the outside, flush with +the top of the deck. Fasten to the sides with brass screws. The lower +edge of the ribbon might have a bead cut on it. It makes a finish, you +know.</p> + +<p>Make the centre-board trunk of pine twenty inches<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> wide, one and +three-quarter inches thick, and five feet long; ends one and a half by +two inches, fastened in by brass screws; the trunk to be rabbeted, and +fitted into the keelson, and running through flush with the bottom. Make +the centre-board of yellow pine four feet six inches long, one and a +quarter inches thick, and two feet wide, dowelled with galvanized rods. +This will stiffen and weight it at the same time. Fasten in the trunk +with a pin at the lower end forward. Don't put your deck on before your +trunk is in, just because the deck is spoken of first. Speaking of that, +you must strengthen the narrow part of the deck with brackets, as shown +in Fig. 4.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 608px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="608" height="800" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">PLANS OF A SAIL-BOAT.</span> +</div> + +<p>Now for the blacksmith. Make the rudder-post of iron three-quarters of +an inch in diameter, running through gas-pipe, and fastened to the deck +and the bottom with collars. (Fig. 7 gives details.) A steel pin through +the rudder-post keeps it from falling through. This rests on the collar. +The stay irons are screwed to the sides and inside of the oak ribbon; +the traveller is fastened to the inside of the stern. Don't forget to +put an iron ring on it before it is fastened down. That finishes the +iron-work.</p> + +<p>Your hull is now done, with the exception of a few minor details. The +combing of the cockpit is to be made of half-inch oak three inches high. +Nail to the edge of the deck inside. The bitt for the bowsprit to be +stepped in runs through the deck and into the keelson. Calk the seams +with oakum and white lead, and give the hull a priming coat of paint. +Then go ahead and get out your spars. Take the measurements from the +side elevation at the bottom of the page. Make the spars of yellow pine. +Running rigging, three-eighth-inch Manila rope; standing rigging, +half-inch Manila rope. Brass rings on masts; smaller ones on jib-stay. +Sails of yacht drill. Two rows of reefing points. Jib-sheets to run +through eyelets, then aft to cleats near the stern. Make a spreader for +the topmast-stays three feet long; good stiff wire three-sixteenths of +an inch will do. Turn an eye at either end, and run stay through it.</p> + +<p>Paint the hull black, inside drab, oak ribbon dark red, and beading +yellow. If you like, you may put on a water-line. Varnish spars, +combing, and deck. As for the latter, you had better paint that buff.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="OUR_NINE-POUNDER" id="OUR_NINE-POUNDER">OUR NINE-POUNDER.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY GEORGE H. COOMER.</h3> + +<p>While I belonged to the whaling bark <i>Hector</i>, cruising in the Gulf of +Guinea, and occasionally touching upon the coast, there would now and +then come to our knowledge some incident connected with the slave-trade, +and more than once our curiosity was excited by the sight of suspicious +vessels.</p> + +<p>We learned, among other things, that the most notorious craft of the +slaver fleet was a Brazilian brig called the <i>Dom Pedro</i>, having a crew +of seventy men, with a pivot twenty-four-pounder and four carronades.</p> + +<p>Time after time this brig had been chased by the English cruisers, yet +always escaped; and it was very evident that she must have poured golden +fortunes into the hands of a number of unscrupulous individuals at Rio +Janeiro.</p> + +<p>Of such matters we often conversed in the forecastle, while the +proximity of the African coast tended to vivify our conceptions of the +secret and dreadful traffic of which we had heard and read so much.</p> + +<p>Among our foremast hands were two colored men, both hailing from the New +England sea-port where the bark belonged, and as well known there as the +captain himself, although they had originally been slaves at the South. +Recognized as "Black Abe" and "Yellow Jack," they ranked with the best +of the <i>Hector</i>'s crew; able, willing, and full of jollity. The idiom of +the plantation still clung to them, but for years they had followed the +sea, and each had a wife and family in our village.</p> + +<p>It was with a marked abhorrence that the two blacks would advert to the +villainous business of the coast, as if dreaming of some possible but +very improbable contingency by which they themselves might yet be +consigned to the ghastly hold of a slaver. Of course they could +entertain no serious apprehension of the kind, yet the passing thought +was natural; and more than once, under the shadow of some sultry African +headland, or in view of a vessel of mysterious character, the simple +fellows were teased by their white shipmates with good-natured jokes in +this direction.</p> + +<p>But how little did any of the bark's company imagine the episode which +was in reality at hand!</p> + +<p>The <i>Hector</i> having made a somewhat fortunate cruise wanted at length +but one or two whales. In quest of these she ran up the Bight of Benin; +and here, close in with the coast, we presently raised a large school.</p> + +<p>Our three boats were lowered, and we commenced a long and weary chase, +the wildness of the game making it almost impossible to arrive within +striking distance.</p> + +<p>The general direction of the pursuit being to windward, the bark could +follow us only by short tacks, so that, after a time, her topmasts alone +were visible above the horizon; and at sunset, the atmosphere having +become somewhat hazy, she was wholly out of sight. Nor from the mate's +boat, in which I was, could we discern either of the two others, so +widely had the chase scattered the three consorts.</p> + +<p>About five miles off, however, was a vessel of some kind, nearly or +quite becalmed, which might be a merchantman, a whaler, a man-of-war, or +perhaps something of more questionable character.</p> + +<p>"I guess," said Mr. Gale, the mate, "that the old man and Mr. Orne have +pulled back to the bark. At all events, we may as well give it up first +as last, for it's—"</p> + +<p>"There she blows!" called Yellow Jack, looking off to starboard. And +"There she blows!" said Black Abe, as a second spout ascended, close to +the first; for the two colored men were both of our boat's crew.</p> + +<p>The whales, three in number, which had come to the surface not a quarter +of a mile off, may have made a portion of the dispersed school we had +pursued. This time they appeared unsuspicious, and we approached very +near them. Our oars had been laid aside, and we had taken silently to +our paddles, all of us standing carefully up, and each plying his +noiseless implement.</p> + +<p>Suddenly there was a rushing sound close beside us, a cataract of water +tumbled against the boat, and a fourth whale, shooting his square head +twenty feet high, "breached," as the sailors call the movement, not ten +yards from our gunwale. Impelled toward us by his momentum, he fell with +his under-jaw just grazing the side of our poor little craft.</p> + +<p>Confused, or, as whalemen call it, "galleyed," by the accident of his +position, the monster, instead of turning away from us, started straight +on, overturning and crushing the boat, and leaving us in the water, his +three hitherto motionless companions gliding off almost as rapidly as +himself.</p> + +<p>It was one of those accidents to which whalemen are always liable, and +which no watchfulness can avert.</p> + +<p>Six in number, we clung to the wreck of the boat, confident that the +<i>Hector</i> would pick us up in the morning, should not the unknown vessel, +which was still in sight, anticipate her in so doing.</p> + +<p>As it grew dark, however, the stranger, who seemed to have scarcely any +wind, and so but very gradually neared us, was lost to view. Presently a +very faint concussion broke the evening air, and we knew that the +<i>Hector</i>, perhaps some twelve or fifteen miles off, had fired her +nine-pounder to make us aware of her position. Probably Captain +Phillips, our commander, and Mr. Orne, the second mate, had long since +returned to the vessel, where our own absence must cause some anxiety.</p> + +<p>Twice after this during the night the signal was repeated. At length the +day broke, and not more than a mile off we saw the becalmed stranger of +the previous evening, with a light breeze just beginning to fill his +sails.</p> + +<p>As he came up within a cable's length of us, we were surprised at the +number of his crew; and it was with a kind of startled curiosity that, +as his vessel—a large, rakish, full-rigged brig—rolled lazily in the +groundswell, we caught glimpses of a heavy cannon mounted amidships on +her deck, so high that it could be fired over her low bulwarks.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p> + +<p>She might have run directly for us, and taken us on board by means of +lines, but her captain preferred rather to lower a boat. None of us +liked the appearance of things, and all glanced instinctively at Black +Abe and Yellow Jack.</p> + +<p>From the mingled tongues upon the brig's deck, in several of which we +were hailed, we judged her crew to be composed chiefly of Spaniards and +Portuguese, with a sprinkling of English or Americans.</p> + +<p>The boat was manned with armed sailors, and as she came up to us, one of +her hands, who acted as spokesman in English for the others, commanded +Jack and Abe to get on board of her. The poor terrified fellows refused; +but the ruffians pricked them with their bayonets, and threatened them +with instant death in case of further hesitation.</p> + +<p>"We want nothing of the rest of you," said the hard-featured villain who +had first spoken; "your ship will pick you up by-and-by, and we can't be +bothered with saving a parcel of blubber-hunters; but we take <i>wool and +ivory</i> wherever we can find them."</p> + +<p>The feeble resistance of the two colored men was speedily overcome, and, +wounded and bleeding, they were dragged into the boat, Mr. Gale and the +rest of us expostulating vainly as we lay helpless on the floating +boards.</p> + +<p>Poor Abe! poor Jack! we saw them forced up the gangway of the sharp, +saucy brig, and driven upon her deck. It was a spectacle at which Mr. +Gale shed tears of grief and rage, while the indignation of his +remaining crew equalled his own. We thought of the families of the +kidnapped men—the simple wives and the little dark children who would +be looking for the two stout colored tars when the <i>Hector</i> should get +home.</p> + +<p>"That brig," said the mate, "I think, is the <i>Dom Pedro</i>. I would rather +have lost all I shall make on this voyage than have had such a thing +happen. The miserable, cowardly villains!"</p> + +<p>A few hours later a boat from the <i>Hector</i> picked us up; but when we +reached our vessel, the slaver was out of sight. With a freshening +breeze, she had stood along the coast, the tall tree-tops of which were +barely discernible from aloft, and would doubtless enter some +neighboring inlet or river's mouth, where her living freight might be in +waiting.</p> + +<p>For three days on board the <i>Hector</i> little was talked of but our two +hapless shipmates and their wretched fate. In the mean while, however, +remaining upon the same cruising ground, we secured the amount of oil +required to fill the vessel.</p> + +<p>The last of our blubber was boiled out in the night; and at daybreak +next morning we heard the report of guns, as if some vessel were pursued +and fired upon by another.</p> + +<p>As the sky lighted up, we made out a brig under full sail, standing +directly toward us, and presently saw that she was chased by a ship. The +firing, however, had now ceased; probably from the fact that the +fugitive had widened the distance between herself and her pursuer. We +were standing easily along under short sail, and the two strangers were +rapidly coming up astern of us, each crowding all his canvas in the +exciting trial of speed.</p> + +<p>"That's the villain," cried Mr. Gale, looking steadily through his +glass—"the very scoundrel that stole my men. But he'll get away, after +all. That British sloop of war can't sail with him—he's run her out of +gunshot already!"</p> + +<p>All who had been in the mate's boat saw that the coming brig was indeed +the kidnapper of poor Jack and Abe. Her low black hull and symmetrical +spars were not to be mistaken.</p> + +<p>Again the pursuing ship essayed two or three shots from her bow guns, +but the distance was evidently too great, and once more she ceased +firing. There could be no doubt that the piratical slaver would escape +her, and the excitement and chagrin of our own crew became intense.</p> + +<p>The fleeing vessel passed within a furlong of us, and was soon ahead. +What a tempting mark she presented, with those long and tapering yards +and jaunty topmasts!</p> + +<p>Captain Phillips was a man of quick impulses and determined resolution. +The scoundrels who had insulted him by stealing his men were close under +his eyes, and almost within pistol-shot. The ship of war in chase could +not cripple the brig by her distant fire. He glanced about the +<i>Hector</i>'s decks, and a bare possibility suggested itself.</p> + +<p>"Get ready that nine-pounder!" he cried. "Mr. Orne, have up the powder. +You'll find three or four cannon-balls down there too. And now bear a +hand, for there's no time to lose."</p> + +<p>Mr. Orne, taking with him a couple of the crew, ran below, and five +minutes later, the long nine—an old but somewhat handsome gun—stood +grimly ready for action, having within it a heavy charge of powder and +two well-fitting balls.</p> + +<p>The <i>Hector</i>'s course was altered for the occasion, so that the gun +could be brought to bear on the brig from what is called a "swing port," +and then all save the captain stepped back while he arranged his aim.</p> + +<p>"When I give the word," he said to Mr. Gale, who held the match, "don't +lose a fraction of an instant—let her go at once."</p> + +<p>How keenly he squinted along that trusty old gun! How carefully he +raised or depressed its breech! Now it was an inch too high, now an inch +too low.</p> + +<p>"Ah! there! there!" he muttered; "no!—yes!—that's it!—just a +little!—just a frac— <i>Let her go!</i>"</p> + +<p>The gun almost parted its breech tackles with the recoil, as the charge +burst from the muzzle, tearing our nerves with its noise.</p> + +<p>"I haven't hit her!" cried the captain, springing to the side, and +gazing almost wildly at the brig—"haven't touched her. Load up again! +Where's your powder? Load up, load up!"</p> + +<p>"Hold on, sir!" exclaimed Mr. Gale. "Look! look! What's the matter with +her foretopmast? It's going, sir—it's going."</p> + +<p>As he spoke, the foretopmast of the slaver leaned heavily to leeward; +then, like a falling tree by a river's brink, went swashing into the +water.</p> + +<p>The game was up with the fast-sailing brig. Confounded by the disaster, +her crew attempted no revenge upon us, as they might have done, with +their pivot cannon; and in less than half an hour the <i>Dom Pedro</i>, as +she proved to be, was a prize to the pursuing sloop of war. Both our +nine-pound balls had taken effect aloft.</p> + +<p>It was found that the Brazilian brig had on board no less than five +hundred slaves, among whom, to our great joy, were discovered Black Abe +and Yellow Jack. The captain of the British cruiser delivered over to us +our two shipmates; while with the rest of the blacks, the prisoners, and +the prize, he prepared to bear away for Sierra Leone, where the wretched +Africans would once more breathe the air of freedom.</p> + +<p>How happy were Abe and Jack! How they laughed and cried, danced and +wept! And oh! the tales they told us of the miserable slave brig!</p> + +<p>In two months thereafter we arrived home with a full ship; and when the +<i>Hector</i> had been hauled in at the pier head, it did us all good to see +four little colored children, followed by their mothers, come running +down to the water-side to be folded in the arms of the warm-hearted +fellows who so short a time before must utterly have despaired of such a +meeting.</p> + +<p>"Dar's de ole gun dat saved us," said Abe, to his little family, +indicating the nine-pounder.</p> + +<p>"An' dar's de man dat aimed it," responded Jack, with a grateful look +toward Captain Phillips.</p> + +<p>And so they went up the wharf.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="THE_NEWSBOYS_HOME" id="THE_NEWSBOYS_HOME">THE NEWSBOYS' HOME,</a></h2> + +<h3>AND HOW IT HELPED JOE.</h3> + +<h3>BY F. E. FRYATT.</h3> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 242px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="242" height="300" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Here's yer five o'clock e-dishun, <i>Post</i>, <i>Express</i>, an' +<i>Commercial</i>—full account of Gen-er-ull Garfield on the tow-path!" +shouted three urchins, planting themselves directly before a portly old +gentleman who was slowly puffing up stairs to the elevated railway.</p> + +<p>"Clear out, you little scamps!" grumbled the besieged, adding, more +amiably, as he caught sight of the youngest of the three, "give me a +<i>Post</i>, sonny, and change this quarter."</p> + +<p>"Thankee, sur," said Joe Brown, the lucky competitor, diving into the +deepest of pockets for the needful coppers, then dashing pell-mell after +his comrades in pursuit of a probable customer.</p> + +<p>"<i>Post</i>, <i>Express</i>, an' <i>Commercial</i>—full account of Gen-er-ull +Garfield!" still rang the cry an hour later, while in and out, up and +down and across the streets, darted the lithe, eager little fellows, +until the crowd began to thin out, the papers were nearly all sold, and +a distant bell reminded them that if they wanted their six-cent supper, +it was high time to be off for the Lodging-House.</p> + +<p>Let us follow them as they hasten to the lofty brick building which +stands on the triangle formed by the meeting of New Chambers, Duane, and +North William streets. The great doors are wide open; we pass in with +Joe, his two comrades, and half a score of bustling, laughing lads, +mount two long flights of stone steps, and enter the large lecture or +school room on the second story, with its rows of desks and benches, and +the convenient lockers or closets against the walls.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 398px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="398" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">BEING REGISTERED.</span> +</div> + +<p>One by one, in orderly fashion, the boys step within the iron railing, +state their names, ages, and parentage to the clerk, receive numbered +keys to their lockers, and pass on.</p> + +<p>Here a lad locks up his bundle of unsold papers until after supper, +another his blacking-box and brushes, a third his hat and jacket; then +away for the lavatory, with its long ranges of foot and plunge baths, +and its shining basins under the bright copper faucets.</p> + +<p>Business must be unusually brisk, or the demands of the "inner man" +unusually lively, if one may judge by the celerity with which the boys +appear, brushed and combed and ruddy-faced, for supper.</p> + +<p>"Hurry up, Bill, and get yer ticket," cried Joe, passing up to the desk, +and depositing twelve cents for bed and supper, then taking his place at +the end of the line that was already on the move.</p> + +<p>"Sixty, sixty-one, two, three, four," calls the Superintendent as the +boys file past, and the tramp of descending feet comes to us through the +open doorway.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 336px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="336" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">AT SUPPER.</span> +</div> + +<p>By the time we reach the dining-room, with its expanse of polished +floors and high column-supported ceiling, seventy or eighty boys are +seated at long tables, which present an inviting appearance with their +white enamelled cloths, platters piled high with bread, and rows of +capacious bowls steaming with fragrant tea.</p> + +<p>What a busy scene it is for the time! the bread mountains diminish like +snow before the sun, the tea fountains vanish like rain on thirsty soil, +and the young women attendants, in their neat dresses and aprons, pass +to and fro continually with their renewing bread trays and flagons of +tea and syrup.</p> + +<p>The majority of the boys laugh and chatter like magpies, but here and +there sits a silent little news merchant, whose mind, absorbed with +visions of "extras," hurries him on to the wished-for future.</p> + +<p>See, there they go, half a dozen of them, with quick steps and anxious +faces; they will notify the watchmen that they must keep late hours, and +pay the required trifle for retaining their locker keys beyond time. Up +to midnight their shrill cries will ring through the gas-lighted +thoroughfares of the great city, while many—or, indeed, most—of the +young readers of this paper are dreaming happy dreams in bed.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p> + +<p>It is now nearly eight o'clock, supper is over, and the boys disperse +for the short evening left them before bed-time; for all must be +within-doors at half past nine, or pay a fine.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 342px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="342" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE GYMNASIUM.</span> +</div> + +<p>Some of the boys go out for a walk, others, I am sorry to say, to spend +their earnings at the cheap theatres and shows of the city; but the +sensible ones drop their spare pennies or silver coins into the +odd-looking savings-bank near the door, and hasten up stairs to the +reading-room or the gymnasium. Let us follow some of them to the latter.</p> + +<p>What a jolly place it is! One could have no end of fun with its +horizontal and parallel bars, its rings, ladders, and flying trapeze: it +is better than a circus.</p> + +<p>There's a race for you already on that long ladder rising from one side +of the room, crossing over, and coming down on the other slantwise. +Johnnie Wilson has started at the north end, Billy Jones at the south +end. There they go, hand over hand! Now they meet overhead in the +middle. I declare, Billy's feet touch the floor first: he has beaten by +three rounds.</p> + +<p>"Hurrah for Billy! three cheers for Billy Jones!" shout the boys who are +watching them.</p> + +<p>Yonder three lads are trying their strength lifting iron weights in the +corner. Tough work they find it, and soon leave to take a look at a +comrade who hangs by his feet from a horizontal bar.</p> + +<p>Now he swings back and forth before the little group, who are eager to +risk their necks in the wonderful experiment.</p> + +<p>See! he lets go, and with a dexterous swing catches by his hands, and +drops safe and sound before his admirers.</p> + +<p>This is nothing to what is going on yonder, where two boys are +performing prodigious feats on the flying trapeze, squirming and +twisting, and turning somersaults, hanging by their chins, then by their +toes, and then by each other, until the looker-on trembles and grows +dizzy.</p> + +<p>Let us look for wee Joe Brown; he is not here, neither is he in the +reading-room below-stairs, where a dozen or more youngsters are amusing +themselves quietly, some reading story-books and illustrated papers, +others playing checkers or dominos.</p> + +<p>I'll tell you where Joe is. He is one of the early birds. Since four +o'clock in the morning, when he went out for his daily papers, only when +he ate his simple meals, his busy little feet have paddled about the +great city, his childish voice has shrilled forth the familiar cry, +"<i>Sun</i>, <i>Herald</i>, an' <i>Tri-bune</i>, <i>Post</i>, '<i>Xpress</i>, an' <i>Commercial</i>," +until, too sleepy to read, too weary for even the fascination of +watching the flying "trapezeists," he sought the solid comfort of the +dormitory.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 244px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="244" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE DORMITORY.</span> +</div> + +<p>Look in at the long tiers of beds one above another, like berths in a +steam-boat. In number 69 you will find Joe sleeping the sleep of the +innocent and weary.</p> + +<p>Would not the young people like to hear how Joe happens to be in the +Newsboys' Home? I'll tell you. It all came about through Lenny Williams, +who is a "call-boy" at one of the small<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> theatres up town, and lives at +the Duane Street Lodging-House.</p> + +<p>Very late one stormy night in midwinter, as he was coming home from his +work, he fancied he heard a child sobbing, and stopping, he discovered +by the feeble flickering light of a gas lamp a small figure crouching in +the low doorway of one of the old-fashioned shops of that quarter.</p> + +<p>His heart gave a great bound of pity and sympathy for the poor homeless +little creature so tattered and forlorn. His own jacket was wet without, +but within it was dry and warm. To pull it off and place it around the +shoulders of the shivering child was but the work of an instant.</p> + +<p>"Get up on your pins, little 'un, an' come along with me," said Lenny, +assisting him, and buttoning the jacket close under his throat.</p> + +<p>With difficulty the poor child, whom you must have guessed before this +was Joe Brown, rose and limped along, for he was stiff with cold and +weak with hunger.</p> + +<p>Before they reached the Lodging-House, Lenny won from him his pitiful +story—how, driven from home by the cruelty of his drunken father and +step-mother, he had wandered the streets from day to day, managing by +dint of begging and running errands, and sleeping in dark corners known +only to the wretched and homeless, to keep soul and body together while +the fine weather lasted.</p> + +<p>A kind old apple woman only yesterday had given him a basket, and some +matches to sell; but then came the cold, pitiless rain, and nobody +wanted to buy anything; so he had strayed from street to street, until +he had lost his way in the dark, and sat down, utterly worn out and +famished, where Lenny found him.</p> + +<p>"Yes, chicken," said Lenny, as he finished his sad story, "you'd hev +froze to death as sure as a gun. But cheer up; here we're home at last."</p> + +<p>Never will Joe forget the glow and warmth of the "drying-room" into +which he was led. There were three other boys there hanging up their wet +clothes to dry.</p> + +<p>And wasn't the bath warm and delightful into which they plunged him!</p> + +<p>For a long time Joe could not understand why there should be a clean, +whole shirt, a jacket and trousers, socks and shoes, all ready for such +a poor miserable little stranger.</p> + +<p>And the bowl of hot bread and milk, what a luxury it was!—surely he +must be in heaven, the place where all good, unhappy boys go when they +die. Perhaps he had really died, out in that pitiless storm, and was +there? He rubbed his eyes, and expected to see wings, and was +disappointed at not finding them.</p> + +<p>The books of the institution tell how the seven-year-old child, deserted +by his inhuman parents, was taken within the sheltering doors of the +Lodging-House; but in another book the recording angel has written how a +simple "call-boy" on that dark night did the will of his heavenly +Master.</p> + +<p>That night Joe had a blessed sleep in his little bed with its nice +sheets and downy "comfortables," so that when he woke the next morning +he was a new little man; but after breakfast he was happier than a king, +for the Superintendent loaned him a small sum of money to buy some +newspapers.</p> + +<p>Two or three of the boys volunteered to teach him "lots" about selling +them; and they did, for before night he had sold two sets of morning and +evening papers.</p> + +<p>A prouder, more independent little fellow than Joe can not be found +anywhere, because he not only earns his meals and lodging, and helps a +comrade occasionally, but every night drops pennies or nickels into +savings-box No. 90.</p> + +<p>This he has been doing for some months; at the end of each he receives +ten per cent. interest.</p> + +<p>Joe, being studious and ambitious, faithfully attends the evening +schools; he does not mean to grow up to be an ignorant, useless man; +besides, he must make the most of his time, for he indulges in the dream +of a happy home in the country, and though he hasn't told me, I am sure +he is saving up that money to buy a good stock of books to take with +him.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="LITTLE_BIDDYS_BIRTHDAY" id="LITTLE_BIDDYS_BIRTHDAY">LITTLE BIDDY'S BIRTHDAY.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY CHARA B. CONANT.</h3> + +<p>"Mother, can I have a birthday?"</p> + +<p>"A birthday?" asked Mrs. Keaney, pausing in the midst of her washing, +and looking down, half bewildered, half amused, at her little daughter.</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother. I <i>have</i> birthdays, don't I, just the same as Mabel Ray?"</p> + +<p>"Shure there's no mistake about that, darlint," laughed her mother, +resuming her work. "Eight years ago next week you came into this +throublesome world. That's two things we have in common wid the rich, +innyhow—the day of our birth, an' the day of our death."</p> + +<p>"But, mother," persisted Biddy, her big blue eyes rounder still with +eagerness, "can't I have a party on my birthday? Mabel Ray had one last +week; Eliza told me so. An' she had ice-crame, an' cake wid raisins in +it, an' a wax doll what opens its eyes, an' lots o' children come to +play wid her. An', oh, mother—"</p> + +<p>"Sakes alive, Biddy! what's got into you?" said her mother, gazing down +at her with a mingling of pride, amusement, and regret. No bonnier child +than Biddy could you find anywhere. Her complexion was a pure red and +white, her hair chestnut, falling in natural curls over her shoulders, +her mouth as sweet a rose-bud as Mabel Ray's.</p> + +<p>"She's as pretty as inny lady's child of them all," thought her mother; +"an' as gintle an' good." But aloud she said, decidedly:</p> + +<p>"Honey, you're talkin' nonsinse. I've hard work enough to kape us both +in bread an' mate, let alone clothes, widout givin' parties for you. +Ice-crame an' cake, indade! It's a nigger waiter you'll be wantin' nixt, +to be openin' the door for your stylish frinds," she went on, chuckling, +as she wrung out one of Mrs. Ray's embroidered white skirts.</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother, I know you couldn't give me <i>such</i> a party. But I thought I +might have just a few little frinds in to play wid me, an' we'd have +some crackers, an' some ginger cookies maybe; and thim two pinnies you +gave me would buy candy an' nuts. An' if—"</p> + +<p>"An' who do you want to invite, may I ax?" said the mother, trying not +to laugh.</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother, if I could ask poor little Jim Swaney, the boy what lives +acrost the way—he's lame, you know; an' little Annie his sister. +They're so poor, an' the father gets drunk, an' bates thim awful. I'd +like thim to have a good time for onst."</p> + +<p>"Bliss your little heart!" said the mother; "you shall have thim in an' +wilcome, an' I'll buy some cookies to trate thim wid, and maybe +something besides. But don't you ask another child in this neighborhood; +they're a bould, bad set, as you know, and it's sorry I am we have to +live in the midst of thim."</p> + +<p>"No, mother, I won't; but I do wish I could ax some of the girls I go to +school wid. There's Sally Flynn, and Jenny Dean, an' Mary Connor, and +Ann Gormly, an' Kitty Fay, an'—"</p> + +<p>"Saints presarve us!" cried Mrs. Keaney. "Do you want to bring all New +York in on me? No, no, honey, I can't affoord such a party as that. Be +off to school now, like a good child, and don't bother me no more."</p> + +<p>But the pleading face of her little girl, the only child she had, +haunted Mary Keaney, and when, later in the day, some unexpected work +arrived from a lady to whom Mrs. Ray had recommended her, she resolved +at once to gratify her darling.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It comes only onst a year," she said, "an' she's the only child I've +got. I'll buy 'em some cookies an' gingerbread, an' a half-dozen limons +to make some limonade wid; an' I hope they'll be satisfied, for I can't +do no more."</p> + +<p>So Biddy, to her great joy, was allowed to invite half a dozen little +girls, her most "intimate" friends, to her "party," which would take +place Thursday afternoon of the following week.</p> + +<p>When Mrs. Keaney took Mrs. Ray's clothes home Thursday afternoon, she +told Eliza, the chamber-maid, as a good joke, about her little girl's +"party" and the expected guests.</p> + +<p>Thursday afternoon came, and about four o'clock "Lame Jim" and his +sister arrived, and were received by Biddy, fresh and sweet as a pink in +her clean cambric frock, with a rose-colored ribbon tied above her +shining hair. Mrs. Keaney had but two little rooms in the third story of +a tenement-house, but though poor and scantily furnished, they were kept +as clean and sweet as broom and scrubbing-brush could make them.</p> + +<p>How happy little Jim was! How his sweet wan face brightened like a pale +flower brought into the sunshine! Mrs. Keaney placed him in her one +rocking-chair, and gave him and little Annie a drink of milk and a +goodly slice of bread and butter straightway, for she knew how little +they had to eat at home.</p> + +<p>And soon arrived the six girls all together; and what a merry clatter of +tongues there was in that little kitchen! They were just as happy as if +they had worn silk dresses and kid slippers—happier, perhaps. Soon all +were engaged in a merry game of "hide the thimble," Jim as active as any +one, hopping nimbly about on his crutches. At last they found the +thimble snugly hid in his pocket, where Kitty Fay had cunningly slipped +it, unknown even to the boy himself.</p> + +<p>Game followed game in quick succession, until Mrs. Keaney, who had been +looking on smiling, ordered them into the bedroom.</p> + +<p>"Guess she's settin' the table," said Mary Connor: "I hear the dishes +rattlin';" and hereupon they all fell a-chuckling. A few moments after, +they were called into the next room.</p> + +<p>"Ain't it jist illegant?" whispered Ann Gormly to Sally Flynn. "Look at +the sugar-cookies! and, oh my! there's limonade. I smell it."</p> + +<p>"Can't you behave?" said Sally, reprovingly. "One 'ud think you'd niver +been to a party before."</p> + +<p>"No more I haven't," said Ann, quite above concealment. "Oh, goody, +Sally, there's slices of mate atween the bread an' butter!"</p> + +<p>"Ain't she a greedy?" whispered Sally to Jenny.</p> + +<p>"Poor thing! they say she's most starved at home," said kindly little +Jenny. "Her father's been out of work these three months."</p> + +<p>Mary Keaney, hospitable-hearted soul, had not been able to content +herself with the bill of fare she at first meditated. The table was +bountifully spread with sandwiches, cookies, molasses-cake, rosy-cheeked +apples, and a plate of gay-colored candy in the centre.</p> + +<p>Biddy's cheeks were like roses, and her eyes like stars. Was there ever +such a mother, and such a "party"? The good cheer soon set all the +little tongues going, while Mrs. Keaney watched the "fun," well pleased, +and kept the plates and glasses filled.</p> + +<p>In the midst of their festivity Mrs. Keaney was called down stairs. She +came up in a few moments with something wrapped up in her apron.</p> + +<p>The children were too absorbed to notice her, but when in a few moments +she appeared bearing a big earthen platter exultingly aloft, what a +shout went up from all the little throats!</p> + +<p>"Ice-crame! ice-crame!" Even demure Sally joined in the cry; and Ann +Gormly nearly fell out of her chair in her joyful excitement.</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother! mother! have you given <i>all</i> your money for my party?" +cried Biddy, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and feeling a pang of +self-reproach amid her transports.</p> + +<p>"My lamb, who sent it I don't know, but I mistrust Mrs. Ray. An' look at +the illegant cake wid the dape white frostin', an' the Charlotte-Russys +too!" she added, setting two other dishes on the table. The children sat +a moment dumb with admiration, then set up another shout.</p> + +<p>"The man said he'd a horrible job to find the place, an' I reckon it's +the first time ice-crame an' Charlotte-Russys found their way to Rid +Lane!" said Mrs. Keaney, who scarcely knew whether to laugh or cry +herself.</p> + +<p>"Oh, mother, wasn't it lovely in Mrs. Ray?"</p> + +<p>"Troth it was, darlint. It must be Eliza tould her, and—"</p> + +<p>"Scarcely were the words out of her mouth, when a loud rap at the door +made her start.</p> + +<p>"Sakes alive! I hope nobody's come to say the ice-crame wint to the +wrong place!" She opened the door; there stood John, Mrs. Ray's colored +man.</p> + +<p>"Good-evenin', Mrs. Keaney," surveying her with a condescending smile. +"Here's a package for Biddy, with Miss Mabel's love. Sorry to be so +late, but I had a number of other errands, and it was hard to find the +place. Good-evenin'," and before Mrs. Keaney could speak, he was gone, +anxious to escape a reproof from his mistress for his delay.</p> + +<p>With trembling fingers Mrs. Keaney undid the strings, while the little +group looked breathlessly on. But when at last she brought out a doll—a +lovely wax doll, with golden hair and large brown eyes—a cry of +admiration broke from all but Biddy. She stood speechless, with flushed +cheeks and dilated eyes, gazing up at the doll.</p> + +<p>"Och, darlin', where's your tongue?" cried Mrs. Keaney. "Such a swate +doll, dressed up so illegant, an' she can open an' shut her eyes! Look, +honey, look! Why, what <i>are</i> you crying for?"</p> + +<p>"It's too beautiful!" sobbed little Biddy. "Everythin's so beautiful, I +don't know what to do.'"</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>That night, as Biddy lay in her bed, while her mother was tucking her +in, she said, with a long sigh, "Oh, mother! mother! I'm so glad I've +had a birthday! I'll niver forget it as long as I live! Oh, mother, +wasn't it jist beautiful?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear," said Mrs. Keaney. But a little jealous pang gnawing at her +heart made her add, "I couldn't give you ice-crame, darlin', nor wax +dolls, but—"</p> + +<p>Biddy threw both her arms round her mother's neck. "Oh, mother! dear, +darlin' mother! what you did was most of all. Oh, there niver was a +mother like mine!"</p> + +<p>A tear rolled down the mother's cheek. What reward could be sweeter than +those loving words, the clasp of those little arms about her neck? And +so ended Biddy's happy birthday.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="PHILS_FAIRIES" id="PHILS_FAIRIES">PHIL'S FAIRIES.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY MRS. W. J. HAYS,</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Author of "Princess Idleways," etc</span>.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter I</span>.</h3> + +<h3>THE WIND HARP.</h3> + +<p>"Oh, Lisa, how many stars there are to-night! and how long it takes to +count just a few!" said a weak voice from a little bed in a garret room.</p> + +<p>"You will tire yourself, dear, if you try to do that; just shut your +eyes up tight, and try to sleep."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Will you put my harp in the window? there may be a breeze after a +while, and I want to know very much if there is any music in those +strings."</p> + +<p>"Where did you get them, my darling?"</p> + +<p>"From Joe."</p> + +<p>"Joe, the fiddler?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, he brought me a handful of old catgut; he says he does not play +any more at dances; he is so old and lame that they like a younger darky +who knows more fancy figures, and can be livelier. He <i>is</i> very black, +Lisa, and I am almost afraid of him; but he is so kind, and he tells me +stories about his young days, and all the gay people he used to see. +Hark! that is my harp; oh, Lisa, is it not heavenly?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said poor tired Lisa, half asleep, after her long day's +work of standing in a shop.</p> + +<p>Phil's harp was a shallow box, across which he had fastened some violin +strings rather loosely; and Phil himself was an invalid boy who had +never known what it was to be strong and hardy, able to romp and run, or +leap and shout. He had neither father nor mother, but no one could have +loved him more or have been any gentler or more considerate than was +Lisa—poor, plain Lisa—who worked early and late to pay for Phil's +lodging in the top of the old house where they lived, and whose whole +earthly happiness consisted in making Phil happy and comfortable. It was +not always easy to do this, for Phil was a strange child: aside from the +pain that he suffered, he had odd fancies and strange likings, the +result of his illness, and being so much alone. And Lisa could not +always understand him, for she lived amongst other people; rough, plain, +careless people, for whom she toiled, and who had no such thoughts as +Phil had.</p> + +<p>From the large closet that served as her bedroom, Lisa often heard Phil +talking, talking, talking, now to this thing, now to that, as if it were +real, and had a personality; sometimes his words were addressed to a +rose-bush she had brought him, or the pictures of an old volume she had +found on a stall of cheap books at a street corner, or the little +plaster cast that an image-seller had coaxed her to purchase. Then, +again, he would converse with his knife and fork or plate, ask them +where they came from, how they were made, and of what material. No +answer coming, he would invent all sorts of answers, making them reply +in his own words.</p> + +<p>Lisa was so used to these imaginary conversations that they did not seem +strange to her.</p> + +<p>Phil had, too, a passion for music, and would listen intently to the +commonest strains of a hand-organ, and Lisa had given him a little toy +harmonica, from which he would draw long, sweet tones and chords with +much satisfaction.</p> + +<p>Old Joe, who blackened boots for some of the lodgers, had heard the +child's attempts at music, and had brought his violin, and played for +him. One day, happening to leave it for a while on the window-ledge, +Phil's quick ear had detected a low vibration from the instrument. This +circumstance, and something he had read about a wind<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> harp, had given +him the wish to make one—with what success he was anxious to find out, +when Lisa laid it in the open window for him.</p> + +<p>A soft south wind was blowing, and as Phil spoke, it had stirred the +loose strings of the rude Æolian harp, and a slight melodious sound had +arisen, which Phil had thought so beautiful. He drew his breath even +more softly, lest he should lose the least tone, and finding that Lisa +was really asleep, propped himself up higher on his pillows, and gazed +out at the star-lit heavens.</p> + +<p>He often talked to the stars, but very softly and wonderingly, and +somehow he could never find any answers that suited him; but to-night, +as the breeze made a low soft music come from his wind harp, filling him +with delight, it seemed to him that a voice was accompanying the melody, +and that the stars had something to do with it; for, as he gazed, he saw +a troop of little beings with gauzy wings fluttering over the +window-ledge, and upon the brow of each twinkled a tiny star, and the +leading one of all this bevy of wee people sang:</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">"Come from afar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Here we are! here we are!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">From yon Silver Star,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Fays of the Wind,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">To children kind."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>"How lovely they are!" thought Phil; "and so these really are fairies. I +never saw any before. They have wings like little white butterflies, and +how tiny their hands and feet, and what graceful motions they have as +they dance over my harp! They seem to be examining it to find out where +the music comes from; but no, of course they know all about it. I wonder +if they would talk to me?"</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 499px;"> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="499" height="500" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">"'HOW LOVELY THEY ARE!' THOUGHT PHIL."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Of course we will be very glad to," said a soft little voice in reply +to his thoughts.</p> + +<p>"I was afraid I would frighten you away if I spoke," said Phil, gently.</p> + +<p>"Oh no," replied the fairy who had addressed him; "we are in the habit +of talking to children, though they do not always know it."</p> + +<p>"And what do you tell them?" asked Phil, eagerly.</p> + +<p>"All sorts of nice things."</p> + +<p>"Do you tell them all they want to know?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no," laughed the fairy, with a silvery little voice like a +canary-bird's. "We can not do that, for we do not know enough to be able +to: some children are much wiser than we. I dare say you are."</p> + +<p>"Indeed I am not," said Phil, a little sadly; "there are so many things +that puzzle me. I thought that perhaps, as you came from the stars, you +knew something of astronomy."</p> + +<p>"What a long, long word that is!" laughed the fairy again. "But we are +wind fairies; and yet the Father of the Winds is called Astræus—that +sounds something like your long word, does it not?"</p> + +<p>"It sounds more like Astrea, and that means a star."</p> + +<p>"Why, where did you learn so much?"</p> + +<p>"I saw it in a big book called a dictionary."</p> + +<p>"Another long word. Doesn't your head ache?"</p> + +<p>"Sometimes, not now. I have not any books now, except picture-books."</p> + +<p>"Did you ever have?"</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 273px;"> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="273" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">FAST ASLEEP.</span> +</div> + +<p>"Oh yes; when papa was living we had books, and pictures, and many +beautiful things; but there was a great fire, and all sorts of trouble, +and now I have only Lisa. But Lisa does not understand as papa did; it +was he showed me that word in the dictionary."</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't say that great ugly word again! Shall I tell my friends to +make some more music?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, please."</p> + +<p>The wind fairy struck her little hands together, and waved her wings. In +a moment the little white troop danced over the strings of the harp, and +brought out sweet, wild strains, that made Phil nearly cry for joy. They +seemed to be dancing as they did it, for they would join hands and sway +to and fro; then, parting, they wound in and out in graceful, +wreath-like motions, and the tiny stars on their foreheads flashed like +diamonds. Up and down they went, the length of the strings, then across, +then back again; and all the time the sweet wild music kept vibrating. +"How lovely! how lovely!" said Phil, when there was a pause.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad you like it!—we often make music for people, and they +hardly hear it," said the fairy.</p> + +<p>"I do not see how they can help hearing," said Phil.</p> + +<p>"Why, I'll tell you how: we frequently are in the tree-tops, or whirling +about low bushes; every soft breeze that blows has some of our music in +it, for there are many of us: and yet very few people pay any attention +to these sounds."</p> + +<p>"When the wind screams and roars in winter, is it you, then, who does +that too?" asked Phil.</p> + +<p>"Oh no," said the fairy, rustling her wings in some displeasure. "We are +of the South Wind only, and have no such rude doings: I hope I may never +have any work to do for the North Wind, he is so blustery. Now it is +time you went to sleep, and we can not stay longer, for if the moon +rises we can not see our star-beams, and might lose our way. We will +just fan you a little, and you will soon be in dreamland."</p> + +<p>As she spoke, Phil saw her beckon to her troupe, and they all flocked +about him, dazzling him so with their starry coronets that he was forced +to shut his eyes, and, as he closed them, he felt a gentle wafting as of +a hundred little wings about his forehead, and in another moment he was +asleep.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</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_012.jpg" width="600" height="255" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Round Lake, Haliburton</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I and my brother used to have such good times fishing on these +lakes in our canoes, and hunting deer in the woods, but now I am so +lonely, for my only brother is dead. He went out in the woods to +hunt deer, and got lost, and froze to death. He was sixteen years +old, two years older than I am. It has been a very cold winter +here, and he froze to death on the 19th of November. As our +neighbors all live many miles away, there were only father and I to +hunt for him, and I found him dead the third day. He forgot to take +matches, and it snowed so much he could not see his tracks to get +back. It seems very hard for me to live here without my brother.</p> + +<p>My sisters and I have received a good many requests for loons' and +gulls' eggs and for moss, and we will attend to them all, next +summer, as soon as we can gather them, for there is any amount of +those things here.</p> + +<p>I received some pretty Christmas and New-Year's cards and books, +and my sister has received some presents and a doll from some +readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and we have sent a set of deer horns and +what eggs we had in return, and in the spring we will be sure to +send other eggs we have been asked for.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Erastus W. Lockman</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Dorset P. O., Muskoka District, Ontario, Canada.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am going to write, so that some little girl may see what a nice +time a friend of mine and myself have been having. We dressed two +dolls, and saved up our money until, with what was given to us and +what we had saved ourselves, we had five dollars. Then we carried +the dolls and the money to the Children's Hospital, and gave them +to some sick children. It made the children very happy.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">M. Loulou C</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Windsor, Vermont</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have three Cotswold lambs, named Fanny, Nora, and Cora. They are +very tame, and will eat out of my hand.</p> + +<p>I am eleven years old. I take <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> all myself. +Last summer I had a very fine sage bed. I cut the green leaves, +and dried them, and when they were sold, they brought more than +enough to pay for my <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p> + +<p>We have a piano. I have taken fourteen lessons, and can play a few +pieces.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Nellie J. J</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Saranac, Michigan</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am eight years old. I have a brother ten years old and a sister +two years old. My brother takes <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and he lets me read +it sometimes. I think it is very nice. My brother said he was going +to write a letter to the Post-office Box, but I am going to +surprise him, and send one first.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Allie S</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Dayton, Ohio</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a subscriber to <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and although I am not one of the +"little folks," I find the Post-office Box very interesting, as I +am very fond of children and of pets. I have a bright, intelligent +pony, a Mexican dog four years old that does not weigh more than +two pounds, a mocking-bird, canaries, and a lot of fancy pigeons, +and two aquaria filled with fish. I must add my cat also, although +it is a poor stray waif that came to the house only a short time +ago. I had it carried away several times in the evening, as I had +determined it must go, on account of my birds. But as soon as the +door was opened in the morning, Cattie would be there, and after +giving one glad little mew, she would begin rubbing around my feet +and purring in such a cunning way, as though asking if she might +not stay. One day I heard Cattie calling in such a peculiar way +that I opened the door. There she was, with a mouse in her mouth, +and she began purring and rubbing around me. I stooped down and +petted her, and she seemed very proud, and ran away to eat her +mouse, casting a backward glance, as much as to say, That settles +it; I shall stay. And so she shall and welcome, if she will be +contented to make her home in the stable, with only an occasional +visit to the house.</p> + +<p>Will Mary R., of Sunbury, Pennsylvania, please oblige me by giving +her method of cultivating heliotrope, as it is one of my +favorites, and I can never succeed in raising it. I have over two +hundred plants in my parlor and sitting-room windows, and not one +heliotrope.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Sallie E. L</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">New London, Connecticut</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>There are four of us little folks here. Mamma or papa reads <span class="smcap">Young +People</span> to us every week. We have all the numbers from the first. +Papa is having them bound in a book, and we expect it every day. We +all like the Post-office Box very much, and the stories too, +although some of them are too old for us; but we will have the +book, and will understand them better when we are older.</p> + +<p>We have a big dog, Rover. When he stands up on his hind-legs, he +can put his fore-paws on papa's shoulder. He is awfully afraid of +a gun, and runs and hides when one is fired off. We have five +Seabright bantams; they are no larger than quails, and are very +pretty.</p> + +<p>I was eight years old Christmas-day. Walter is six and a half, +Ollie is three and a half, and Robbie is four months.</p> + +<p>Papa writes this for me, because it is my first letter to <span class="smcap">Young +People</span>, but Walter and I go to school, and will soon be able to +write for ourselves. We both go to Sunday-school at nine o'clock +every Sunday morning.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ella R. W</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Lansingburg, New York</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have a beautiful black goat named Dan, and a complete set of +silver-plated harness. I have a wagon; I drive out with it in +summer; and for winter I have an elegant red box cutter, and a +string of silver bells, and a beautiful robe. I have a nice house +for my goat, and in one corner of it I have a harness box. Dan will +not allow any boy to come near him, but he loves me dearly, and I +love him. I am eleven years old. I have no brother or sister, but I +have a cat that I think the world of, and a pet turtle about as +large as a silver dollar.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry C. H</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Saginaw City, Michigan</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am eleven years old, and I have always lived in Saginaw. A year +ago last Christmas my papa gave me a pony, and on my last birthday +I had a present of a saddle.</p> + +<p>We have a club called the Saginaw City Horse Guards. There are +about ten boys belonging to it. Last summer we used to go to the +woods to play "follow my leader," and we had lots of fun. And we +went to the fair dressed in uniform.</p> + +<p>It is very cold weather here. The other day we boys flooded the +back part of our yard, and made a skating rink twenty-seven feet +wide and forty-one feet long, and now we have a nice place to +skate. It is very good sleighing here, and I am having a splendid +time sleigh-riding.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fred H. J</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Marshalltown, Iowa</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am eight years old. Papa gave me <span class="smcap">Young People</span> for my Christmas +present.</p> + +<p>In September we visited Le Grand, where the Iowa marble quarries +are, and I saw the men getting marble, and I brought home some +pretty specimens.</p> + +<p>There are two tribes of Indians not far from us, and some of them +are in town almost every day. They are lazy and dirty, and the +ladies here will not let the squaws into their houses; for if they +do, the squaws will not go away again until they are made to.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Lutie B. R</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Keyesville, Virginia</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I began taking <span class="smcap">Young People</span> in November, and I am very much +interested in "Toby Tyler" and "Mildred's Bargain."</p> + +<p>We have a missionary society in the village, called "The +Children's Baptist Missionary Society." We meet once every month, +and at each meeting two of the members are required to read +something. I had to read at our first meeting, and I read "Out of +the Woods," from <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 53, which pleased everybody very +much.</p> + +<p>I am eleven years old, and I have three sisters. I came here in +May to stay with my grandpapa and grandmamma, but I am going to +Brooklyn in February.</p> + +<p>We have an old horse here that is nearly twenty-six years old. His +name is Joe, and every one thinks there is no horse like him.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Julia M. C</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Wilmington, North Carolina</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>My uncle sends me <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I enjoy it very much. Santa +Claus brought me a knife, a football, a book, and a pair of gold +cuff buttons. I have a little sister named Lizzie. She can talk and +walk.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charlie H. R</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Colfax, California</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>We have read with interest and pleasure the entertaining stories in +<span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and we think the children in the United States ought +to give a vote of thanks to this nice little paper, which provides +such pleasant reading for them.</p> + +<p>Colfax, where we live, is a pleasant place, and the climate here +is delightful. Some time ago we had a small snow-storm, but now +(January 5) the green grass is springing up all about.</p> + +<p>We have a wiggle club here, and send you a few which we have made. +We wish all possible success to <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Grace</span> and <span class="smcap">Jeannie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The wiggles from this California club came too late to be printed with +the others, but we acknowledge them with thanks. The same +acknowledgments are due to George Arthur, Helen A. Searing, and other +correspondents whose wiggles arrived behind time.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Philadelphia, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have three pet turtles, but they all buried themselves under the +flower bed before the ground was frozen.</p> + +<p>I spent one summer at Cape May, and there I found a turtle that +was so tame it would eat out of my hand, and drink out of a +tea-spoon. I fed it on raw meat, soaked bread, and worms, but it +ran away. I am twelve years old.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Elsie B</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I wish to exchange postage stamps with readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>. I +have also a large piece of wood, full of worm-holes, that came out +of the bottom of a large vessel that went over three thousand miles +on her first voyage, and was eaten by worms. If any boy would like +a piece of this wood, I will send it in return for some good +foreign stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George H. Elder</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of Kelsey & Suydam,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">99 Broadway, Brooklyn, E. D., N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am nine years old. I would like to exchange postage stamps or +iron ore, for minerals, ocean curiosities, or Indian relics, with +any readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">G. C. Warner</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Salisbury, Litchfield County, Conn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have a collection of birds' eggs, and would like to exchange with +other collectors. I have also a collection of postmarks, and I will +give twenty (all different) for any egg not already in my +collection.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">De Witt Ayres</span>, Penn Yan, Yates Co., N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I want to tell you what mamma gave me for my Christmas present. A +little while before Christmas she said she was tired of moving my +<span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> round from one place to another, so she +gathered them all up and put them away, as I thought. But +Christmas-eve they came back to me handsomely bound, and I find +them a great deal nicer to read. In looking through the book I find +a great many pieces I never noticed before. Mamma says I can take +it until I am fifteen, and have it bound every year. I am eleven +years old now, so then I will have five nice volumes.</p> + +<p>I am beginning a collection of curiosities, and would like to +exchange small sea-shells or stones with any little boy or girl +for any curiosity, or for different kinds of moss.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Jessa Pearson</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Xenia, Greene County, Ohio.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have received so many letters in answer to my request for +exchange that I can not possibly supply all demands immediately, +but will do so as soon as possible. I hope those who have been so +kind as to write to me will not think I have forgotten them.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Annie P. Carrier</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I wish to inform correspondents who desire to exchange with me that +I have changed my address from New York to Brooklyn, as given +below. I will now exchange foreign and United States revenue stamps +and postmarks, for Indian curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George B. Donnelly</span>, 331 Hicks Street,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Corner of Atlantic Av., Brooklyn, L. I.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I have about one thousand postmarks, and a large collection of +minerals, coins, stamps, and curiosities, which I will exchange for +birds' eggs. All eggs must be in good condition and unbroken, as I +use fine steel borers to make the holes. I wish nothing but eggs in +exchange.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">J. N. Kriegshaber</span>, 490 Fifth Street,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Between Breckinridge and Kentucky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Louisville, Ky.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>In my letter printed in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 62 I intended to say that +I would exchange postmarks, not for other postmarks, but for stamps +and minerals. I regret that I made the mistake.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Teddy Smith</span>, 641 Cass Avenue, Detroit, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Jackson, Michigan</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am a little girl ten years old. I have never been to school, but +I can read, and I could write till I got too nervous. I have been +sick for six years, and can not run around like other little girls, +but I am very happy, because everybody is very good to me. My uncle +John sends me <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I have had it since the first +number.</p> + +<p>I have three canary-birds, and two of them that are in one cage +are trying to build a nest. I have a lot of books and dolls. I did +have a kitten, but it had fits, and we sent it away. My papa wrote +this for me, because I have to lie in bed, and can not guide a +pen.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Maggie B</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>The following exchanges are also offered by correspondents:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage and revenue stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">J. E. Johnson, Jun</span>.,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Longdale, Alleghany County, Va.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Stones of Maryland, for stones of any other State.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">T. Morris Brown</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">199 Hoffman Street, Baltimore, Md.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Indian arrow-heads, flint rock, and petrified wood, for postage +stamps and silver ore.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Walter Buchanan</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Butteville, Marion County, Oregon.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A specimen of petrified cedar, for one of zinc ore.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">William E. Chase</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Franklin, Essex County, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign and rare United States postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Lewis G. Park</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">24 Arlington Street, Cambridge, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Peacock coal, for minerals, shells, or curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Anna C. Brastow</span>, Wilkesbarre, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span></p><blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks, for foreign and United States postage stamps (except +one, two, and three cent United States stamps), coins, birds' eggs, +or minerals.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Louis A. Osborne</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">237 West Thirty-fourth Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Norwegian postage stamps, for other foreign stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Anton Hirstendahl</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Stoughton, Dane County, Wis.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Ocean curiosities, stones from Ireland, or Indian arrow-heads, for +foreign coins.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Winter D. Huber</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Westminster, Carroll County, Md.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign stamps and curiosities, for the same or for autographs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Frank Osborn</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of Mrs. C. L. Osborn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">471 East Toun Street, Columbus, Ohio.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Stamps for shells, or for autographs of renowned men and women.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">S. D. G</span>.,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 1221, Plainfield, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign and United States postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie S. Smith</span>, P. O. Box 50,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Westminster, Carroll County, Md.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Soil from Massachusetts, for soil of New York or Pennsylvania.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Camilla W. Mansur,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">74 Columbia Street, Cambridgeport, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Twenty-five postmarks (no duplicates), for five foreign stamps. +Those of Nova Scotia, Newfoundland, and Prince Edward Island +especially desired.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Kitty Reed</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">3024 Wells Street, Milwaukee, Wis.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds collected in Vermont, for foreign or old issues of United +States postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Clayton J. Kinsley</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 225, Burlington, Vt.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Ohio and other Western postmarks, for postmarks from the South; or +Italian and Bavarian stamps, for other foreign stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Maurice A. McMillan</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Washington C. H., Fayette County, Ohio.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps, for curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Edward H. Dillon</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">217 Lafayette Avenue, Brooklyn, L. I.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs, stamps, or minerals, for birds' eggs, sea-shells, or +curiosities, especially with correspondents in the Southern States +or west of the Mississippi. Lists of curiosities exchanged.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry Spaulding</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Albion, Orleans County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Five varieties of Turkish postage stamps, for any other rare +stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Ned Pratt</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">2431 Wabash Avenue, Chicago, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Specimens of wood from Ohio, showing the bark of the tree, for +similar specimens from any other State.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Eddie Williams</span>, P. O. Box 135,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Loveland, Clermont County, Ohio.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps, for pieces of rare wood. Specimens should be +three-fourths of an inch thick, two inches wide, and two inches +long.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">L. H. Nelson</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">3804 Spring Garden Street, Philadelphia, Pa.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps and postmarks, for insects or curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Eddie A. Jones</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">29 Fairfield Avenue, Bridgeport, Conn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Indian arrow-heads, for cotton or rice as taken from the field, or +other curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie Williams</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Economy, Wayne County, Indiana.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks from the eastern portion of the United States, for others +from the West.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie F. Dix</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">444 High Street, Newark, New Jersey.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A small specimen of copper ore, for an Indian arrow-head, or some +other Indian relic.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry E. Dixon</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">111 East Fifty-first Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A self-inking printing-press and one font of type, for a collection +of birds' eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fred Cheney</span>, 51 Fort Avenue,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Boston Highlands, Boston, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A triangular Cape of Good Hope stamp and other rare stamps, for +stamps, Indian relics, or minerals.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Rufus L. Sewall</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">26 Brimmer Street, Boston, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Twenty-five postmarks of New Jersey and New York, for twenty-five +of any other State.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">A. M. Woodruff</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">645 High Street, Newark, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Stones and curiosities from Hot Springs, Arkansas, for Indian +relics, sea-weeds, or shells, stones from any State except +Tennessee and Arkansas, or curiosities of any kind.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">William H. Howland</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">140 Adams Street, Memphis, Tenn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A piece of pure white coral, for minerals, ocean curiosities, lava +from a volcano, or choice shells; or some yellow and white sand +arranged in bottles, for a star-fish or a sea-horse.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Sallie Kelley</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Kleine St., East Walnut Hill, Cincinnati, Ohio.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps and postmarks, for Indian relics, minerals, fossils, +or California curiosities.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Joe F. Folsom</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Bloomfield, Essex County, N. J.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Ten Michigan postmarks, for ten postmarks from other States.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry W. Quimby</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">777 Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps. Jamaica stamps a specialty.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles H. Israels</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Irving Institute, Tarrytown, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Stamps and postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Frank B. Myers</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Ishpeming, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Minerals, for good foreign postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Clinton C. Andrews</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Kirkwood, St. Louis County, Missouri.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harry J</span>.—Any mineral or any package containing minerals, shells, or +similar matter, not exceeding four pounds in weight, may be sent by mail +at the rate of one cent for each ounce. In exchanging stones from +different States, it would always be better to send some specimen of +interest in itself, and one which represents the character of some mine +or of celebrated ledges or quarries within the State limits. For +example, it would be much more interesting to have a specimen in your +collection labelled, "Marble from Vermont" or "Iron Ore from +Connecticut," than to have the same specimen simply labelled a stone +from either of those States. From Iowa, where you live, a specimen of +galenite from the lead mines would be interesting, or any mineral found +in abundance near your home.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">A. J. Gibbs</span>.—The first canal in the United States is supposed to have +been built in the Connecticut Valley to allow boats to pass around the +falls at South Hadley and around Turner's Falls at Montague. In +February, 1792, the Massachusetts Legislature passed an act +incorporating a company for the building of this canal, and operations +were soon after commenced at South Hadley. The engineer was Benjamin +Prescott, of Northampton. The Middlesex Canal, from Boston to Lowell, +was built a few years later, and also a portion of the Mohawk Valley +Canal. In 1797 six miles of the latter were completed, making a passage +around rapids on the Mohawk River for boats of fifteen tons.</p> + +<p>The first canals were built by the ancients for purposes of irrigation, +but at a very early period they were also used as navigable channels. +The royal canal of Babylon, built about 600 <span class="smcap">b.c</span>., is one of the earliest +mentioned in history. The Grand Canal of China, which is about 650 miles +long, was built during the eighth century. At the changes of level the +boats were dragged up inclined planes, and it was not until about 1480 +that locks were invented by two Italian engineers. After this invention, +by which one of the greatest impediments to canal navigation was +removed, the construction of canals became general throughout Europe. +One of the largest enterprises of the kind was that undertaken by Peter +the Great during the first years of the eighteenth century: 1434 miles +of canals were built, connecting St. Petersburg with the Caspian Sea and +with inland districts.</p> + +<p>The first canal was built in England in 1760, and at the present time +there are about 47,000 miles of canals in Great Britain.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Favors are acknowledged from Frankie L. Garbutt, F. M. Elliot, Albert H. +Hopkins, Josie Chesley, N. D. Sugden, A. H. Patterson, Gracie Mathews, +May Arnold, Willie Derr, Florence E. Lewis, Calvin Colton W., Henry J. +Nuhn.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles have been sent by Harry H. Dickinson, Rebecca +Hedges, Martie H., Thomas M. Armstrong, Allie Maxwell, Hugh Pitcairn, +Will B. Shober, Grace B., William Harris, Walter P. Hiles, C. Wieland.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE.</h3> + +<p>A lake in Louisiana. A city in Northern Europe. A river in Mexico. A +city in Japan. A city in Germany. In Montreal. A river in Europe. A +river in Italy. A capital of one of the United States. A river in the +western part of North America. A river near the east coast of British +America. Centrals read downward spell the name of one of the divisions +of Germany.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Fannie E. S</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">First in ham, not in beef.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Second in rock, not in reef.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Third in fortune, not in fate.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Fourth in fish, not in bait.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Fifth in bed, not in cot.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The whole an animal never shot.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">F. V</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>NUMERICAL CHARADES.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">1. I am composed of 12 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 1, 2, 3 is part of the body.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 4, 5 is a river in Europe.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 6, 7, 8 is a cooking utensil.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 9 is a vowel.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 10, 11, 12 is the generic name of certain animals.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole is an animal.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie L. K</span>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">2. I am composed of 6 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 1, 2, 3 is a part of the head.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 4,5,6 is something John Gilpin lost.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole is an insect.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">3. I am composed of 9 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">I am an English bird, and may often be seen in the 1, 2, 3, 4, 5</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">seeking my simple 6, 7, 8, 9.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">4. I am composed of 7 letters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 1, 2, 3, 4 is part of a shoe.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My 5, 6, 7 is wrath.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole is a creature found in South America.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Beatrice</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>WORD SQUARES.</h3> + +<p>1. First, a beautiful mineral. Second, a tree. Third, a girl's name. +Fourth, a metal.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Frank</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>2. First, a girl's name. Second, to rend. Third, to accept. Fourth, a +character in mythology.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Halla</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In corn, not in ear.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In horse, not in deer.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In stay, not in go.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In spry, not in slow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In inn, not in house.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In rat, not in mouse.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In fly, not in dove.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole the synonym of love.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">James E. H</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 63.</h3> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">D</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">V</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">G</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">S</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">Q</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">N</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">G</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">V</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">Y</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">R</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">T</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">D</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">J</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">P</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">C</td><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">N</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">J</td><td align="left">U</td><td align="left">B</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">P</td><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">L</td><td align="left">O</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">E</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">F</td><td align="left">la</td><td align="left">G</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">lonz</td><td align="left">O</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">M</td><td align="left">arve</td><td align="left">L</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">E</td><td align="left">nde</td><td align="left">D</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p class="center">Fame, Gold.</p> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<p class="center">Vulture.</p> + +<h3>No. 5.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">llinois</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">ebraska</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">D</td><td align="left">elaware</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I</td><td align="left">owa</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">labama</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">N</td><td align="left">ew York</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A</td><td align="left">rizona</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>NOTICE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span> <i>beg leave to state, in answer to numerous inquiries, +that the Bound Volume of</i> <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> <i>for 1880 is entirely +out of stock, and will not be reprinted at present</i>.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span>, 4 cents; 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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> +<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_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"><a name="THE_TUMBLER_TRICK" id="THE_TUMBLER_TRICK"></a> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="300" height="232" alt="" /> +</div> + +<h2>THE TUMBLER TRICK.</h2> + +<p>This trick consists in balancing a match on the edge of a tumbler +containing water, in the position represented in our picture, and then +drinking the water without dropping the match.</p> + +<p>Solution in our next.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="IN_SPITE_OF_THEMSELVES" id="IN_SPITE_OF_THEMSELVES">IN SPITE OF THEMSELVES.</a></h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">"To sleep! to sleep!" called December,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">To the cheery young strawberry vines.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">"Not a green leaf is left on the maple,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Nor the creeper that round it entwines;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And the song-birds have gone to the South-land,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And the last of the flowers is dead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And it's time that all good little strawberry plants</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Were fast, fast asleep in their bed."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">"Who cares?" said they, saucily; "we don't,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Though all that you tell us be true.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">We're as wide, wide awake as we can be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And we won't go to bed, sir, for you."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">"Oh, you won't!" and he summoned a snow-storm,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">While he laughed with a merry "Ho! ho!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And in spite of themselves soon those saucy young plants</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Were under a blanket of snow.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="MIRTHFUL_MAGIC" id="MIRTHFUL_MAGIC">MIRTHFUL MAGIC</a></h2> + +<h3>BY G. B. BARTLETT</h3> + +<h3>HOW TO PLACE AN EGG SO IT CAN NOT BE BROKEN WITH A TIN PAN.</h3> + +<p>Show a large, tin pan and a common egg, and allow the spectators to +handle and examine both to see that there is no deception about either. +Then let any one take the pan, and be ready to strike with all his +might. When he has tried in vain to guess how you can place the egg +where it can not be broken with the pan, stand it up in the corner of +the room, and of course it will be impossible for any one to hit it.</p> + +<h3>HOW TO MAKE MONEY WITHOUT WORK.</h3> + +<p>Draw several lines radiating from a central point, and let each player +choose a line and be sure to remember which it is. Each then places a +piece of money on his line, and you say, "Take particular notice of your +line and money, so that you will not forget either." Then move the +pieces of money about, taking care that not one piece remains on its +original line. Ask each one in turn, "Is that your line?" and of course +every one will say, "Yes." Afterward say to each, in the same order, "Is +that your money?" touching the piece that is now on the line belonging +to the person addressed. When all have answered these questions in the +negative, you calmly collect and pretend to pocket all the money, with +the quiet remark, "As you have all said that that was not <i>your</i> money, +I think it must be mine."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Say to any person, "I will lay a wager to any amount that I have more +money in my pocket than you have." After an animated debate, and +exhibition of the contents of pockets, you say, "I have more money in my +pocket than any one, for none of you have any money in my pocket."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Say to the ladies, "A man can marry any woman he pleases." After the +long and indignant protest, calmly reply, "A man may marry any woman he +pleases, but the trouble is to find the woman that he does please."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><b>The Point of a Diamond.</b>—Some time ago a Mr. Tarrants executed some +writing on a small piece of glass with a diamond the point of which had +been ground a million times finer than that of a pin. This writing was +the Lord's Prayer, and the lines were so fine that they were quite +invisible to the naked eye. If the whole of the Old Testament were +written the same size, it would only occupy a space equal to that of a +thumb-nail. The magnifying power of the microscope necessary to enable +us to read this minute writing is so great that if it were possible to +put a small boy under the glass, he would look ten times taller than +Bunker Hill Monument, and his head would be the size of the dome of the +Capitol at Washington.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="PUSSY_AND_THE_SNOW" id="PUSSY_AND_THE_SNOW">PUSSY AND THE SNOW.</a></h2> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Pussy:—born last summer—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Never saw the snow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Till this winter morning</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Just an hour ago.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">"Oh! what pretty lamb's-wool!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Said she; when it began</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">To fall; "I'll go and play with it."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And out-of-doors she ran.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">But back again, astonished,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">In greatest haste came she.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">"That is the queerest, coldest wool</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">That ever I did see!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 397px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="397" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">OUTSIDERS.<br /><br /><span class="smcap">Small Boy</span> (<i>who has been waked up by the music at an evening party</i>). +"They are just going down to Supper. Don't you smell the Ice-Cream and Cake and things."</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 395px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="395" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">UNNECESSARY REQUEST.<br /><br /><span class="smcap">Brother on Sled</span>. "Don't push too quickly, Alice."</span> +</div> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44753 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_001.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_001.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5168fd6 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_001.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_002.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_002.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..db3cecf --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_002.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_003.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_003.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d7f28fb --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_003.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_004.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_004.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9adf3c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_004.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_005.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_005.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0e0da90 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_005.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_006.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_006.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..749c14e --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_006.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_007.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_007.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..107a75c --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_007.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_008.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_008.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7658287 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_008.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_009.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_009.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..093ad39 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_009.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_010.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_010.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4aed396 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_010.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_011.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_011.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..77b9d63 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_011.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_012.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_012.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..75e9a52 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_012.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_013.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_013.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3d38a4f --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_013.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_014.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_014.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..2cd639f --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_014.jpg diff --git a/44753-h/images/ill_015.jpg b/44753-h/images/ill_015.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..efd69a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/44753-h/images/ill_015.jpg |
