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Copyright, 1881, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 -per Year, in Advance. - - * * * * * - - - - -[Illustration: "NEW-YEAR'S DINNER IN THE NURSERY."] - - - - -A CHILD'S PUZZLES. - -BY MRS. MARGARET E. SANGSTER. - - - Pray where do the Old Years go, mamma, - When their work is over and done? - Does somebody tuck them away to sleep, - Quite out of the sight of the sun? - Or, perhaps, are they shut into crystal jars - And set away on a shelf - In a beautiful closet behind the stars, - Each Year in a place by itself? - - Was there ever a Year that made a mistake, - And staid when its time was o'er, - Till it had to hurry its poor old feet, - When the New Year knocked at the door? - I wish you a happy New Year, mamma-- - I am sure new things are nice-- - And this one comes with a merry face, - And plenty of snow and ice. - - But I only wish I had kept awake - Till the Old Year made his bow, - For what he said when the clock struck twelve - I never shall find out now. - Do you think he was tired and glad to rest? - Do you think that he said good-by, - Or melted away alone in the dark, - Without so much as a sigh? - - Do I bother you now? Must I run away? - Why, that's what you always say; - The New Year's just the same as the Old; - I might as well go and play. - Oh, look at those sparrows so pert and spry! - They are waiting to get their crumbs. - For the New Year's sake they shall have some cake, - And I hope they'll fight for the plums. - - - - -MAX RANDER ON A BICYCLE. - -BY MATTHEW WHITE, JUN. - - -We left Germany early in October, and went back to England. Father took -lodgings in a pretty little village, where I might have led an -untroubled existence, after my thrilling experiences among the -Prussians, if it had not been for one thing. - -It was this: The pretty little English village was situated very near a -large town where bicycles were manufactured, and before I had been there -a week the mania to ride one seized me. I knew at once what it must come -to, and I will now proceed to relate what it did come to. - -One morning father and mother set out for London, leaving Thad and me -behind in charge of the landlady, a kind, motherly person who would see -that we did not break any bones playing horse with her furniture, or -make ourselves sick by eating too much of her jam. - -"Now, do be careful, boys," said mother, just as the train was about to -start. "Don't get your feet wet, nor try to stop a runaway horse; stay -away from the pond; and you, Max, keep a close watch over your brother." - -I listened to these instructions with a light heart, and promised a -dutiful obedience, for had not the things I was not to do been mentioned -by name, and certainly the riding of bicycles was not among them. When -the cars rushed off from the station I made up my mind that my destiny -could be avoided no longer. - -"Maximilian," a voice seemed to mutter within me, "all obstacles have -vanished as if by magic from thy path. Four shillings and sixpence hast -thou in thy pocket, so seize the opportunity ere it be too late." - -And I seized it; that is to say, I went straight home with Thad, and -telling him to amuse himself with anything short of pulling the cat's -tail or fooling with ink-bottles, I left him there, and hurried off to -the bicycle head-quarters to hire a machine. - -"What size?" asked the man, when I had made a deposit of my silver watch -as a guarantee that I wouldn't run away with his property. - -Of course, never having ridden before, I hadn't a very clear idea of -what this question meant; so the young fellow, seeing my confusion, -promptly whipped a tape-line out of his pocket, and proceeded to find -out how long my legs were. - -"A forty-six-inch'll do you," he informed me, adding, "Tall of your age, -too." - -As this implied that he thought me rather young, I put on my gravest -look, and pretended I didn't hear him, and while he went to bring out -the machine, I resolved that nothing should induce me to ask for any -"points" about the management of it. Besides, hadn't I often watched -fellows mount, dismount, coast, and take "headers"? - -"Only get started, and you're all right," was what I had heard riders -say over and over again; so I determined to set the thing going the best -way I could, and then stick to the saddle. - -But when the man appeared again, pushing before him the bicycle, I must -confess the big wheel looked very big, and the little seat very little -and terribly far from the ground. - -Still, I had no cowardly thoughts of giving way to my fears; for had I -not ridden a three-wheeled velocipede for two years around our block -home in New York without falling off a single time? And by quickly doing -a sum in mental arithmetic, I found that the proportion of seven hundred -and thirty days as against one hour was greatly in favor of my not -tumbling during the hour. - -Considerably strengthened in my purpose by this method of reasoning, I -seized the handle with a flourish, and started to trundle the machine -out into the road. - -"Be careful there," suddenly cried That Man, as my flourish nearly -caused the bicycle to take a "header" on its own account. - -After pushing the machine as far as I dared without giving rise to the -suspicion that that was the only way I could make it go, I brought it to -a stand-still, placed both hands on the handles, a foot on the step, -and--waited a minute. - -I finally nerved myself to take the flying leap, which sent me into the -saddle so surely and swiftly that I could not rest there, but in my high -ambition kept on going until I found my hands on the ground, the handles -knocking against my knees, and both wheels running up my back. - -I knew at once that I had taken a "header," and so I did not feel as -badly as I would if I had fallen in a manner not dignified by a special -name. - -I had simply been too eager, and resolving to profit by experience, I -began hopping again; then gave a gentle--a very gentle--spring, which -landed me on the extreme rear of the saddle, where I hung helpless for a -few seconds, with both feet wildly pawing the air in search of the -pedals, which of course I could not reach. - -There could be but one end to this gymnastic exhibition, and while I lay -on the road, with the bicycle on top of me, I vowed I would try but once -more, and if the magic third time did not inspire me to success, I would -give it up, push the machine back to the shop, and ever afterward look -upon the sport as a mere "craze" that would soon die out. - -Again I broke into that everlasting hop. - - "Not too fast, - Nor yet too slow; - Gently, quickly, - Here I go." - -I don't know whether it was owing to the rhyme, but at any rate my next -attempt to mount resulted in my sliding nicely into the saddle, while at -the same time my feet bore down upon the pedals, which sent me skimming -along famously. On and on I went, gliding as smoothly and easily over -the fine road as if in a carriage. - -Of course the faster I went, the easier it was to balance the machine, -so I kept rolling on further and further away from the village, until -at last I hadn't the slightest idea where I was or whither I was going. - -"This will never do," I finally decided. "It will be lunch-time before I -can get back." - -Then a brilliant thought struck me. I would turn around at the next -cross-roads, where there would be plenty of room. - -About five minutes later I reached one, and making a wide circuit, had -nearly accomplished my object in safety, when a farmer's wagon appeared -upon the scene, almost in front of me. - -"Hold on a minute!" I shouted; but it was too late. The horse could not -be stopped short enough, and I stopped too short, being sent sprawling -on the ground right where the wagon's hind-wheels had been two seconds -before. - -This final and worst fall of all left me so bruised and sprained and -strained that I found it impossible to get into the saddle again. - -If I had been in America I might have climbed up by the help of a fence, -but in England the fences are all hedges. So there was nothing left for -me to do but push the bicycle back to the village again, and walk myself -every step of the way. I don't know how far it was, but going out it -seemed about a mile, and coming back I thought it must be five. - -That Man did not ask me if I had had a pleasant run, but when I had paid -him for the two hours I had been out, and he was handing me back my -watch, I saw him look down at the dust on my shoes in a way that made me -hurry off home, feeling like the dying swan I've read about somewhere -that only sings one song in its life, for I had ridden a bicycle for the -first and last time in mine. - - - - -THE TALKING LEAVES.[1] - -[1] Begun in No. 101, HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. - -An Indian Story. - -BY W. O. STODDARD. - -CHAPTER XIII. - - -For a moment Murray and Steve stood looking after the retreating forms of -Red Wolf and his sisters. - -"I say," exclaimed Bill, "you're a pretty pair of white men. Do you mean -to turn us three over to them Apaches?" - -"Who are you, anyway? Tell me a straight story, and I'll make up my -mind." - -"Well, there's no use tryin' to cover our tracks, I s'pose. We belong to -the outfit that set up thar own marks on your ledge thar last night. It -wasn't any more our blame than any of the rest." - -"And you thought you'd make your outfit safe by picking a quarrel with -the Apaches." - -"Now, stranger, you've got me thar. 'Twas a fool thing to do." - -"Well, I'll tell you what we'll do. You three stand up and swear you -bear no malice or ill-will to me and my mate, and you and your crowd'll -do us no harm, and I'll let you go." - -"How about the mine?" - -"Never mind about the mine. If your Captain and the rest are as big -fools as you three, there won't any of you come back to meddle with the -mine. The Apaches'll look out for that. There'll be worse than they are -behind you, too." - -He was speaking of the Lipans, but Bill's face grew longer, and so did -the faces of his two friends. - -"You know about that, do ye?" - -"I know enough to warn you." - -"Well, all I kin say is, we've got that dust, bars, nuggets and all, and -we fit hard for it, and we're gwine to keep it." - -"What can you do with it here?" - -"Here? We're gwine to Mexico. It'll take a good while to spend a pile -like that. It took the Chinees a year and a half to stack it up." - -"Well, if you don't start back up the pass pretty soon, you won't have -any chance. Do you think you can keep your word with us?" - -"Reckon we kin with white men like you. So'll all the rest, when we tell -'em it don't cover the mine. You take your own chances on that?" - -"We do." - -"Tell you what now, old man, there's something about you that ain't so -bad, arter all." - -"You and your mates travel!" was the only reply. - -They plunged into the thicket for their horses, and when they came out -again Murray and Steve had disappeared. - -"Gone, have they?" said Bill. "And we don't know any more about 'em than -we did before. What'll Captain Skinner say?" - -"What'll we say to him? That's what beats me. And to the boys? I don't -keer to tell 'em we was whipped in a minute and tied up by an old man, a -boy, two girl squaws, and a red-skin." - -"It don't tell well, that's a fact." - -Murray had beckoned to Steve to follow him. - -"They might have kept their word, Steve, and they might not. We were at -their mercy, standing out there. They could have shot us from the cover. -That's the kind of white men that stir up nine-tenths of all the -troubles with the Indians, let alone the Apaches; that tribe never did -keep a treaty." - -"The one we saw to-day looked like a Lipan." - -"So he did. And he stood right up for the girls. Steve, one of those -young squaws was no more an Indian than you or I be. It makes my heart -sore and sick to think of it. A fine young girl like that, with such an -awful life before her!"' - -"The other one was bright and pretty too, and she can use her bow and -arrows. Murray, what do you think we'd better do?" - -"Do? I wish I could say. My head's all in a whirl. But I'll tell you -what, Steve, my mind won't be easy till I've had another look at that -ledge. I want to know what they've done." - -"The Buckhorn Mine? I'd like to see it too." - -"Then we'll let their outfit go by us, and ride straight back to it. -Might as well save time and follow those fellows up the pass. Plenty of -hiding-places." - -It was a bold thing to do, but they did it, and they were lying safely -in a deep ravine that led out of the pass, a few hours later, when the -"mining outfit" slowly trundled on its downward way. - -Long before that, however, Bill and his two friends had made their -report to Captain Skinner. - -They had a well made up story to tell him, but it was not very easy for -him to believe it. - -"Met the two mining fellers, did ye? And they're friends with the -'Paches. Wouldn't let 'em do ye any harm. How many red-skins was -there?" - -"Three. We never fired a shot at 'em nor struck a blow, but one of thar -squaws fired an arrer through my arm." - -"It's the onlikeliest yarn I ever listened to," said the Captain. - -"Thar's the hole in my arm." - -"Not that; it isn't queer an Apache wanted to shoot ye--I can believe -that. But that you had sense enough not to fire first at a red-skin. You -never had so much before in all your life." - -"Here we are, safe--all three." - -"That's pretty good proof. If there'd been a fight, they'd ha' been too -much for you, with two white men like them to help. Well, we'll go right -on down. It's our only show." - -"That isn't all, Cap." - -"What more is there?" - -"The old feller told me to warn you that thar was danger comin' behind -us. He seems to know all about us, and about what we did to the ledge." - -"We're followed, are we? What did he say about the mine?" - -"Said he'd take his chances about that. We agreed to be friends if we -met him and his mate again." - -"You did? Now, Bill, you've shown good sense again. What's the matter -with you to-day? I never heard of such a thing. It's like finding that -mine just where I didn't expect to." - -Danger behind them; they did not know exactly what. Danger before them -in the shape of wandering Apaches; but they had expected to meet that -sort of thing, and were ready for it. Only they hoped to be able to -dodge it in some way, and to get safely across the border into Mexico -with their stolen treasure. They had at least made sure of their -wonderful mine, and that was something. Sooner or later they would all -come back and claim it again, and dig fortunes out of it. The two miners -would not be able to prove anything. There was no danger from them. - -Perhaps not; and yet, as soon as they had disappeared down the pass, -below the spot where Steve and Murray were hiding, the latter exclaimed, -"Now, Steve, we won't rest our horses till we get there." - -They would be quite likely to need rest by that time, for the old man -seemed to be in a tremendous hurry. Steve would hardly have believed -anything could excite the veteran to such a pitch, if it had not been -that he felt so much of the "gold fever" in his own veins. It seemed to -him as if he were really thirsty for another look at that wonderful -ledge. They turned their horses out to feed on the sweet fresh grass at -last, and pushed forward on foot to the mine. - -"They've done it, Steve." - -"I see they have. Our title's all gone." - -He spoke mournfully and angrily; but Murray replied, - -"Gone? why, my boy, those rascals have only been doing our work for us." - -"For us? How's that?" - -"It was ours. They've set up our monuments, and dug our shafts, and put -in a blast for us. They haven't taken anything away from us. I'll show -you." - -He had taken from a pocket of his buck-skins a small, narrow chisel as -he spoke, and now he picked up a round stone to serve as a hammer. - -"I'm going to make a record, Steve. I'll tell you what to do about it as -I go along." - -Captain Skinner's miners had been hard workers, but Steve had never seen -anybody ply a chisel as Murray did. He was not trying to make "pretty -letters," but they were all deeply cut and clearly legible. - -[Illustration: MARKING THE BUCKHORN MINE.] - -On the largest stone of the central monument, and on the side monuments, -and then on the face of the cliff near the ledge, he cut the name of the -mine, "The Buckhorn," and below that on the cliff and one monument he -cut the date of discovery and Steve Harrison's name. - -"Put on yours too, Murray." - -"Well, if you say so. It may be safer. Only I turn all my rights over to -you. I'll do it on paper if I ever get a chance." - -"I only want my share." - -All the while he was chiselling so skillfully and swiftly, Murray was -explaining to Steve how he was to act when he reached "the settlements," -and how he should make a legal record of his ownership of that property. - -"You must be careful to describe all these marks exactly; the ruins, -too, the caņons, the lay of the land, the points of the -compass--everything. After all, it may be you'll never be able to work -it. But you're young, and there's no telling. The first thing for you to -do is to get out of the scrape you're in now." - -Steve felt as if there were no longer any doubt of that. - -During the busy hours spent on the ledge by their masters the two horses -had been feeding and resting, and both Murray and Steve felt like -following their example. - -"Start a fire, Steve; it'll be perfectly safe. I'll try for a deer, and -we'll cook enough to last us for two days." - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - -SPONGES. - -BY SARAH COOPER. - - -[Illustration: SPONGES GROWING.] - -Sponges are so common and so familiar that many of us have used them all -our lives without stopping to admire their curious and interesting -structure, or to inquire into the history of their past lives. We may, -indeed, have noticed that they can be squeezed into a very small space, -and that they will return to their natural shape when the pressure is -removed. We have perhaps noticed also that they are full of little holes -or pores, and that they will absorb an astonishing quantity of water. - -You know there has been a doubt whether sponges belong to the animal or -to the vegetable kingdom. For a long time naturalists were in doubt -about the matter, but it is now settled that they are animals, living -and growing on the bottom of the ocean. The only part of the sponge that -reaches us is the skeleton. The living sponge is a very different -object. Shall we see what we can find out about it? - -Upon naming the word "animal," a picture comes before our minds of some -creature having a mouth to eat with, and eyes to see with, and -possessing feet or wings, or some other means of moving about; but the -sponges are far from this. They are probably the lowest animals with -which you are acquainted. They have no nerves, no heart, no lungs, no -mouth, and no stomach. - -[Illustration: FIG. 1.--GROUP OF SPICULES.] - -Live sponges consist of jelly-like bodies united in a mass, and -supported by a frame-work of horny fibres, and needle-shaped objects -called "spicules,", which you will see in Fig. 1, and which we must -examine further after a while. This jelly-like flesh, covering all parts -of the skeleton, is about as thick as the white of an egg, but it decays -immediately after the death of the sponge. During life the flesh -presents many bright colors; in some species it is of a brilliant green, -while in others it is orange, red, yellow, etc. - -The frame-work varies in different kinds of sponge. In those which are -valuable for our use it consists of horny fibres interwoven in all -directions until they form a mass of lacy net-work. This you can easily -see with the naked eye, but by looking through a microscope you will see -beauty you had not imagined, and which but for this valuable instrument -would never have been dreamed of. In our ordinary sponges these fibres -are all that remain of the former living-animal, the soft flesh having -been removed. It is found that the horny fibres are composed of a -substance very similar to the silk of a silk-worm's cocoon. They are -exceedingly tough and durable. Most of us have discovered that a good -sponge becomes like an old and tried friend, and that unless it is -abused it seems as if it might never wear out. - -[Illustration: FIG. 2.--CIRCULATION OF WATER THROUGH THE SPONGE.] - -In looking at any sponge you will notice large holes through it, with -many small pores scattered between them. The living sponge is constantly -drawing in water at the small pores. This water passes through a set of -branching canals, and is thrown out from the large holes on the surface, -as seen in Fig. 2. (The arrows show the direction of the current.) With -a microscope little fountains may be seen constantly playing from the -large holes of a living sponge. The circulation is kept up in the canals -by the movement of "cilia," which are delicate threads waving gently but -continually. The word cilia means "eyelashes"; let us remember it, for -this is a name we shall often want to use. The cilia are shown in those -cup-like hollow places in the canals (Fig. 2). The stream of water thus -passing through the sponge brings to every part of it small particles of -food, and all the air it needs for breathing purposes. - -Everything that lives must eat and breathe, but how is the sponge to eat -without a mouth? When the food touches any part of its body, the soft, -jelly-like flesh sinks in to form a little bag; at the same time the -surrounding parts creep out over the morsel of food, until it is -entirely covered and digested. After this the flesh returns to its -original position, and any shell or other refuse that remains from the -meal is washed away. - -Sponges have a curious manner of producing their young. At certain -seasons very small oval masses of jelly are formed on the inner surface -of the canals, which finally drop off. They remain in the canals for a -time, and become perfect eggs, after which they are thrown out by the -stream issuing from the fountains, and instead of falling to the bottom, -as we might suppose such helpless masses of jelly would do, they swim -around as if they meant to have a little sport before commencing the -sober realities of life. - -You will be interested to know that while these jelly-like eggs were -resting in the canals of the parent sponge, delicate cilia (which we -learned about just now) were forming at one end of the egg. These cilia -strike the water with a rapid motion, and the eggs are rowed about -through it until they settle down and attach themselves to some rock or -shell on the bottom of the ocean, and finally grow up into the perfect -sponge. The waters are swarming with these eggs at certain seasons, and -great quantities of them are eaten by larger animals. - -[Illustration: SPONGE-FISHING.] - -Sponges are common in nearly all parts of the world, and they differ -greatly in size and quality, but few species being useful to man. Some -species are nearly round, others are always cup-shaped, some top-shaped, -and some branched. A fresh-water sponge is frequently found in our -streams, growing upon sticks and stones. It is of a bright green, and -when seen under the water in a flood of sunlight it is very pretty. - -The spicules of sponges grow in a variety of elegant shapes, but they -are visible only with a microscope. They are composed of lime or flint, -and are generally sharp-pointed. They are imbedded in the flesh as well -as in the horny fibres, thus serving to protect the helpless creatures -from being devoured by fish and other animals. In our fine sponges, the -skeleton is almost destitute of spicules, while in some others the flesh -is supported wholly by spicules, giving them so loose a texture that -they are of no value for domestic purposes. - -Fine sponges are used by physicians in surgical operations, and are -sometimes very expensive. Should you at any time take a fancy to a -dainty little sponge in the druggist's window, and step in, thinking to -buy it, you will probably be surprised at the price asked for it. Our -finest sponges come from the Mediterranean Sea and the Red Sea. They are -obtained by divers, who search for them under rocks and cliffs, and who -remove them carefully with a knife, that they may not be injured; The -Turks, who carry on the trade, have between four and five thousand men -employed in collecting sponges. The value of the sponges annually -collected is estimated at ninety thousand dollars. Coarse varieties are -found in the Gulf of Mexico and the Bahama Islands. They are scraped off -the rocks with forked instruments, and consequently they are often torn. - -The demand for sponges has increased so much during the last few years -that there is cause to fear the supply will be exhausted, unless some -way can be found to cultivate them by artificial means. With this view, -attempts have recently been made to raise sponges in the Adriatic Sea by -taking cuttings from full-grown ones, and fastening them upon stones on -the bottom of the ocean until they attach themselves. These experiments -have been successful, but the operation is a delicate one, requiring -great care not to bruise the soft flesh. It is necessary to keep the -sponge under sea-water during the process. - -[Illustration: FIG. 3.--GLASS SPONGE.] - -Some of the glass sponges are exceedingly beautiful. The delicate -"Venus's flower-basket" grows in the deep sea near the Philippine -Islands. It looks like spun glass woven into a beautiful pattern, and is -so exquisite we can scarcely believe that it is the skeleton of a -sponge. Fig. 3 shows a remarkable specimen of the sponge family, taken -between Gibraltar and the island of Madeira by the scientific party on -board the famous _Challenger_, which ship was sent out for the express -purpose of exploring the animal and vegetable wonders of the great deep. - -This sponge, reduced in the illustration to one-third its size, is -composed of bands of spicules running lengthwise from end to end, with -cross bands at right angles. The corners are filled up with a pale brown -corky-looking substance, reducing the spaces to little tube-like holes, -and rising into spirally arranged ridges between them. The ridges, -instead of having a continuous glassy skeleton, have their soft -substance supported by a multitude of delicate six-rayed spicules -interspersed with what under the microscope look like little stars and -rosettes. The whole sponge is covered with fine hairs, and the mouth is -closed by a net-work of a jelly-like substance supported by sheaves of -fine needles. The glass-rope sponge roots itself in the mud by twisted -fibres. - -The boring sponge spreads itself over the shells of oysters and mussels, -boring them through and through, and dissolving the shell. It even bores -into solid marble, and will, in time, utterly destroy it. - -Flints are exceedingly hard substances--so hard that when we wish to be -emphatic, we sometimes say that a thing is as hard as flint. Yet all the -flints in the world are supposed to have been formed from soft sponges. -By examining small pieces of flint under a microscope the texture of the -sponge, in a fossil condition, is often clearly seen, and the spicules -peculiar to sponges are recognized. - - - - -MARJORIE'S NEW-YEAR'S EVE. - -BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. - -I. - - -Marjorie was sitting curled up in a big easy-chair before the fire. The -room was her own school-room, and the fire-light danced and played on -all sorts of beautiful, luxurious objects--everything for making the -young mistress of the big house comfortable. But Marjorie had come to -believe herself the most wretched of all young people, and while the -fire-light seemed to redden and glow with happy beams on everything -else, it darkened the look on Marjorie's little face. Now and then she -tossed her little curls; sometimes she puckered her lips, and frowned -and nodded; evidently she was thinking very hard and very unpleasantly. -If her thoughts had been expressed, they would have shown that she -thought Christmas week had been "just perfectly _horrid_--not one nice -thing about it. Uncle John away--gone to see those miserable -Williamsons, who had taken this time of all others to be ill. And Miss -Marbery talk about her having so many blessings! A lot of horrid old -presents, no tree, and Miss Marbery"--the governess--"looking so tired -all the time! And after all she had said to Uncle John, he hadn't got -her a new French doll, and her old one looked like a perfect fright." - -Poor silly little Marjorie! After she had gone on thinking half an hour -or so, she gradually concluded she was a victim of the cruelest -circumstances, and that in spite of all the love and beauty and tender -thought in the life around her, she just had nothing at all done for her -comfort, happiness, or well-being. - -Marjorie glanced about the room as the twilight gathered. Snow was -falling outside the luxuriously curtained windows, so that the cheer -within ought to have been peculiarly noticeable; but to Marjorie nothing -looked very pleasant anywhere just then. Her toys were scattered about, -the despised doll was nowhere to be seen, the rocking-horse of last year -was in the centre of the room. The big map Uncle John had had made to -interest her in geography loomed up on one side of the wall in a way -Marjorie didn't think at all agreeable. This map could be taken all to -pieces; even the rivers were made so that they could be taken out, and -made to bend little joints here and there in and out of the countries. -Marjorie had thought it the greatest fun imaginable to play with this -map when it first came home, but she had tired of this as soon as of -everything else. Somehow, as she sat in the fire-light, it fascinated -her to try and read the various names of the countries. She was looking -very steadily toward what she certainly thought was China, when suddenly -the letters seemed to change curiously. "Is that China?" Marjorie said, -half aloud. China on Marjorie's map was a yellow country, and so, -certainly, was the piece she was looking at; but the name gradually -seemed to unfold itself before her wondering eyes. "Why," said Marjorie, -really speaking out loud this time--"why, it's Christmas-land! How funny -I should always have thought it was China!" - -"Didn't you know that?" said a queer voice near by. It was more a sort -of squeak than a voice; but Marjorie turned her head, and saw her -rocking-horse rocking violently. - -"Did you speak?" she asked, a little startled. - -"I rocked a few words," answered the horse, without altering the very -decided expression of his eyes. "I asked you if you had never known that -before." - -"Known what?" said Marjorie. - -"Look and see," rocked the horse, and so Marjorie turned her eyes back -to the map. Another change had occurred--indeed, not one, but many. The -windows seemed to have melted away into the snow-storm outside, and the -map, which usually hung between them, had slowly changed, every country -and every river fading away, until Christmas-land only seemed to remain. -But even that was changing too, for now it no longer looked like a -picture on the map, but a real country. Marjorie started forward toward -it. Fir-trees were loaded with icicles; a snowy road seemed to stretch -away ahead of her out of the place where the windows and the map had -been; and the horse? He too had undergone a change, even while -Marjorie's eyes were looking at the windows. Instead of his usual old -harness, he had a comfortable saddle and substantial bridle. Then his -hair had grown thicker, and he had a splendid blanket, and a collar of -bells. - -"Dear me!" ejaculated Marjorie. - -"I don't see that it's particularly 'dear me,'" said the horse. "I came -from Christmas-land last year, and now I'm going back--that's all. -New-Year's Eve is our time. Come, hurry up; if you want to go, you must -be quick about it." - -"Oh, I'm all ready!" Marjorie exclaimed; and with what seemed no trouble -at all she sprang into the saddle, and was delighted to find the horse -turning carefully about toward the windows. - -Well, it was a queer experience. They seemed only to float out--out into -the frosty, snowy air. The motion was delightful; but what were they -riding on? - -"Excuse me," said Marjorie to the horse; "what are we riding on?" - -"Why, don't you see?" he answered--"on the snow-flakes. They always hold -me up going back to Christmas-land." - -"Isn't it delightful!" sighed Marjorie. And so it seemed. On they -floated, past church towers, snowy streets, and open country. The bells -grew fainter and fainter; Marjorie felt more and more comfortable. It -seemed to her as if they were entering a beautiful snowy forest--the -same she had seen slowly growing on the map, now so far away, at home. - -Then she seemed to doze a little, but only to be roused up by a swift -rushing of three or four rocking-horses apparently floating on in the -same delicious fashion. At the same time Marjorie observed they were in -one of the long aisles of the forest, at the end of which lights from a -thousand windows were twinkling. She tried to discover who were the -strange-looking people on the rocking-horses flying past her, but -although she saw familiar signs about them, she could not quite remember -where she had seen them before. Finally, with a whirring noise, she saw -one of the dissections of her map right beside her; but how queerly it -was changed! It was certainly "Augusta, on the Kennebec"; she was sure -of that; but instead of just being a little town mark, she was a funny -little figure with round eyes, and a good-humored expression, only it -was certainly _on the Kennebec_. Almost at the same time a second figure -on another horse flew by. This figure seemed to be made up of round -balls, and it nodded to Marjorie's horse laughingly, saying, "How much -am I?" - -"I know," cried Marjorie; "you're Nine-times-naught." - -"It's well you knew," said the horse, "for where we are going you may be -asked that a great many times." - -"Where are we going?" said Marjorie, a little timidly; "and isn't this -Christmas-land?" - -[Illustration: "WE ARE GOING RIGHT TO SANTA CLAUS'S CASTLE."] - -"Of course it is," answered the horse, "and we are going right to Santa -Claus's castle." - -By this time Marjorie saw that there appeared on all sides of the wood, -a great many strange characters. It was five or six moments before she -could place them, and then she remembered having seen them in various -houses or toy-shops, and one or two looked as if they had come from her -own play-room. They were all sorts of toys, mostly broken down and -decrepit; but they moved about, talking and laughing with each other, -and every one seemed to recognize Marjorie's horse as he skimmed past. - -"Well," thought Marjorie, "if I hadn't seen it, I never should have -believed it." - -But her wonderment was not to end there, for the next minute the horse -had ridden up to a heavy gate in a high wall, where with his mouth he -clanged a great bell. Marjorie's heart stood still. Back flew the gate. -Marjorie saw that it had been unbolted by a little dwarf, to whom the -horse nodded in a friendly way. - -"Are we late?" said the horse, drawing a long breath. - -"Not very," said the dwarf. "But hurry in." - -And in they went. For a moment Marjorie almost screamed with delight. -Never had she seen anything so beautiful. She was in a garden which -seemed to be hung with every possible flower that ever grew, lighted by -every soft light; and yet it was winter-time. Around the garden wall the -fir-trees from the forest reared their heads laden with snow, and above -all shone the radiance of moon and stars. - -Marjorie seemed to be lifted by unconscious hands from her saddle, and -to find herself on a smooth, springing turf, where little violets lay -nestling under the starlight. - -"Why, how can they grow?" she exclaimed, in shy delight. - -"Shall I tell her?" said the horse. - -"You may if you like," answered the dwarf. "Only I am afraid she never -would understand it." - -The horse waited a moment, and giving one or two rocks, said: - -"Well, these flowers grow for every kindly Christmas deed done by any -child out of Christmas-land, no matter how poor or simple the child is. -Do you see that rose-bush?" - -Marjorie looked and saw a lovely garland of red roses filling the air -with fragrance. - -"Well," pursued the horse, "that grew when a little child in a hospital -shared its toys on Christmas-eve with one who had nothing." - -"And the winter frost does not hurt them?" - -"How can it, when a good deed has given them life? Their kind of perfume -can't be touched by snow or frost." - -Marjorie paused a minute; then she half-whispered, "No flower ever grew -here for me?" - -The horse rocked rather angrily. "No, it didn't," he answered. "Now -good-night. Follow the dwarf. If I am allowed to take you back, I'll be -here at midnight." - -In a moment he had rocked himself out of sight. Marjorie looked about -for the dwarf, and followed him down the garden to a second gateway. -From this they reached the castle steps. Lights blazed everywhere. -Marjorie followed the dwarf up the steps, and into a huge hallway -glittering with icicles and snowy branches of fir. She was given no time -for wonderment. The dwarf pulled a huge key from his pocket, and -unlocking a safe, drew out a number of smaller keys with labels -attached. He chose one, and handed it to Marjorie, saying, "Go down the -corridor to the left until you come to the room labelled as this key is. -Go in there, and wait until you are sent for." - -Marjorie took the key in rather trembling fingers, and turned in the -direction he had commanded. It was a wide icicle-hung corridor, with -doors on either side. They were all labelled. Marjorie went down -comparing each name she read with that on her key. The name written -there was "Unworthy." - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - -[Illustration] - -WINTER QUARTERS. - - - Look at me here in my mistress's muff; - My proper name is Vanity Puff; - My striped coat is, of course, very fair, - But silver-fox has a stylish air. - - The muff, you see, is jolly and warm, - And suits a cat that's afraid of storm. - Snow is a nuisance, and cold I hate; - It suits me exactly to sit in state - - On a damask chair with a robe silk-lined, - And comfort take with an easy mind, - While I feel myself an aristocrat, - And not a commonplace household cat. - - - - -HOW TO PLAY. - -BY HUGH CRAIG. - - -The first thing one ought to do after learning the multiplication table -is to learn some good honest out-of-door game. - -I put the multiplication table first, because in all games one has to -count and add up the score. You can not be always asking your -playfellows, "How many am I?" - -In most cases they can not tell, for if they are sensible fellows, they -have enough to do in minding their own business; that is, in keeping -their own score. Of course they will keep an account of all that you -win, but they do so for their own guidance, and to check any false -claim. And it is only fair that you should be able to check them. - -Some people say boys and girls play too much nowadays. I do not believe -them. I think both boys and girls do nothing a great deal too much. -Looking at your friends playing and talking about their play is nothing -but laziness. Anybody can sit on the grass and sing out, -"Butterfingers!--missed an easy catch like that." I like the boy who -tries, even if he misses. You may depend upon it, if he tries often -enough, he will not miss it every time. - -A good game teaches you many things which you will not find in your -lesson books. In the first place you must know the rules of the game. -Then you will find that boys can not play unless they comply with the -rules. When they become men, they will see that men can not be free -unless they comply with the law. You must also know the rules of the -game so well as to see at once when anybody is playing unfairly. - -The plain English for unfairness is dishonesty. Boys who can not or will -not play fair are left out of every game. Men who can not play the game -of life go to the poor-house, and men who will not play fair end in -State-prisons. Let us say, then, that you know the rules of what you are -playing, and play fairly, what else do you learn? - -You learn, first of all, how to take a good beating without losing your -temper. You may be disappointed, but as everything has been fair, there -is nobody you can be vexed with. You must acknowledge your defeat with a -good grace, especially as the victors are your friends and playmates. - -Another lesson you will learn in time is how to gain a victory without -being puffed up, or boasting, or bragging about it. You will see that as -there was in the case of defeat no reason for being annoyed at your -conquerors, so, in the case of triumph, there is no reason for crowing -over your antagonists. You will learn to play your best and fairest at -all times without regard to winning or losing. You will admire a good -player none the less because he is occasionally beaten, and see how a -boy can lose a game without losing his honor. You will see, in fact, -that the first thing in this world is to do your best, and to put up -with the result, whatever it may be. - -Nothing is better training for you than to play a good up-hill game -where you are overmatched, and feel sure you can not win. An up-hill -game brings out your best points, just as a struggle with adversity -brings out a man's best qualities. At the same time that you are -compelled to rely on yourself, for nobody but you, let us say, has the -bat, still you must remember that there are others on your side, and you -must play so that they can do their part also. You must remember that -you are one of a society, and that if you are selfish, careless, -ignorant, or unfair, all the society will suffer. Above all things, play -heartily; then you will study heartily, and when you are men you will -work heartily. - - - - -EPH'S NEW-YEAR'S BOOTS. - -BY FRANK H. CONVERSE. - - -The ship _Emerald_, under topsails, is plunging and rolling over and -through great mountains of storm-tossed wintry sea. Mr. Kendall, the -sturdy little second mate, makes his way for'ard by clinging to the -weather rail. He casts a glance at the side lights to make sure that -they are burning clear, and then, in a cheery voice, hails the look-out. - -"Only five minutes longer, Ned," he bawls, encouragingly; for cold as it -is on deck, he knows that facing the bitter blast on the exposed -forecastle is a hundred times worse. - -Ned Rand returns the customary, "Ay, ay, sir," and vaguely wonders if he -ever _will_ be warm again. Not only is he drenched and chilled through -and through, but the cold, which is growing more intense, has stiffened -his soaked oil-clothes until they seem like a suit of tin armor. Like a -dream the remembrance of a year ago that very night comes to mind, how, -sitting around the glowing grate in the cozy home sitting-room, he, with -the family, watched the old year out and the new in. - -Ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, sounds faintly from aft. - - "'Ring out the old, ring in the new,'" - -grimly mutters Ned between his chattering teeth, as he strikes the knell -of the old year on the big bell for'ard. - -"Hillo-o-o in there! Eight bells, you sleepers! D'ye hear the news?" - -As the sleepy, grumbling watch come on deck, the wheel and look-out are -relieved. - -"Go below, the port watch, but stand ready for a call," says Mr. -Marline, the chief mate. - -Ned is crawling stiffly down from the look-out, when very unexpectedly -the long-legged overgrown boy who, without speaking, had relieved him, -bawls in his ear, "Wish you a happy new year, Ned!" - -Unexpectedly, I say, for the reason that the two boys, who were -room-mates, have not spoken together before for a whole week. Ned -hesitates a moment. Suddenly to mind come the familiar lines, - - "The year is going, let him go; - _Ring out the false--ring in the true_." - -"Same to you, old fellow," he exclaims, as well as his chattering jaws -will let him, and then creeping cautiously along the slippery, heaving -deck, Ned enters the "boys' room" in the after-end of the house. -Throwing off his oil-skins and drenched pea-jacket with a shiver, he is -about to turn into his bunk, when he sees lying on his gray berth -blanket a pair of half-worn rubber boots. Scrawled on a bit of paper -tied to one of the loops are these words: - -"A new yeres Presunt to ned i was keeping Them for you All the time from -your aff shipmate, E Jackson." - -As Ned reads this friendly message, his face begins to burn--perhaps -from the heat of the coals of fire thus heaped upon his head; for the -trouble between himself and his room-mate had begun about these very -same rubber boots. Ned's had been accidentally washed overboard by a big -sea a few days previous, he having laid them on the main hatch to dry; -and vainly had he tried to buy this pair of Eph, who wore thick -"cow-hides" in ordinary weather, keeping the rubber ones for -extraordinary. - -"You're a mean, contemptible skinflint, Eph Jackson," Ned had angrily -exclaimed. - -"Mebbe I be," returned Eph, as a dull red tinged his homely face; "but, -all the same, you can't buy them boots: I've got another use for 'em." - -High words followed. Ned called Eph "a hay-seed-haired countryman." Eph, -in return, taunted Ned with hanging back when a royal had to be stowed -or the flying jib furled; "a sogerin' skulk" was the uncomplimentary -epithet which he applied to his room-mate, if I remember aright. Since -which time, as I have said, no word had passed between the two until Eph -had broken the ice with his New-Year's greeting. - -"He's not such a bad lot, after all," said Ned, aloud. "The boots are a -couple of sizes too large," he added, as he pulled them on over a pair -of dry socks; "but they'll keep out the wet and cold, anyway." - -But there was a sort of unconscious patronage in his way of accepting -the welcome present, after all; for Ned Rand's father, who owned -two-thirds of the _Emerald_, was a wealthy ship-builder of East Boston, -while Eph Jackson was an uncultured young fellow from the country. Ned -was making this his first sea-voyage "just for the fun of it"; Eph, -because he had an old mother up among the Berkshire hills, for whom -every cent of his wages was meant. - -"Some day I cal'late to be a officer, an' git my forty or fifty dollars -a month," said Eph, sturdily, to himself. - -Ned had obtained his parents' consent that he should make a trial voyage -with Captain Elton. "But don't favor him, Captain," privately suggested -Mr. Rand. - -"Favor him!" echoed the plain-spoken Captain; "I _guess_ not. There's no -favor shown aboard ships. Your boy will be treated the same as that -long-legged young chap from the country who shipped yesterday--no better -and no worse." Which assurance Ned has found to his extreme disgust is -carried out to the very letter. - -But the voice of the storm without grows louder and fiercer. - -"I thought so!" growls Ned, as two hours later he hears the command to -"turn out and shorten sail." - -Ugh-h-h! It is ten degrees colder at least than when he went below. Mast -and spar, brace and rigging, alike are cased in thin ice. - -The upper topsails have been lowered on the caps, where they are -thrashing as only stiff, half-frozen sails can thrash. - -"Jump up there lively, and roll up the main topsail first," bellows Mr. -Marline, and in a moment wiry little Mr. Kendall is in the main-rigging. -Closely following him is Ned Rand, but not from any desire to show -unusual activity. He has learned that in furling a sail the extremity of -the yard is the easiest place, for here he has nothing particular to do -except to hold on by the "lift" with one hand, and pass the yard-arm -gasket to the man who stands next inside. - -The sail is "picked up," and secured after a fashion, for it is as -unmanageable as an oak plank. The gaskets are passed, and the men -descend the slippery rigging. Ned delays as long as possible, for the -fore and mizzen topsails have yet to be furled. - -"You, Ned, are you going to stay on that yard all night?" thunders Mr. -Marline from below, at which gentle hint Ned bestirs himself. - -Crawling cautiously along the slippery, swaying foot-rope, one moment -high in air, and the next with the boiling, seething sea beneath his -feet, Ned is nearly half way in, when, as the ship rolls heavily to -leeward, his mittened hands slip on the icy iron jack-stay, and with a -wild cry, which is heard even above the storm, he is launched into -space. - -"Man overboard!" yells Mr. Kendall, who is very excitable. - -Eph Jackson, who has been sent to the lee, hears it, and stooping, -"yanks" the grating from under the helms-man's feet, sending it spinning -over the rail. - -Captain Elton was never known to be excited in his whole life. - -"Put the wheel down, Jerry, and let her head come up in the wind." -Raising his voice a little, he then orders the after-yards braced aback, -and the fore stay-sail sheet raised. - -While one watch is obeying this order, others of the crew clear away the -port quarter boat. But when there is a call to man it, one and all -hesitate, for verily it is venturing into the very jaws of death. - -Eph Jackson suddenly leaves the lee wheel, and follows the plucky little -second mate, who is shipping the rudder. - -"If that young chap is goin'," mutters Bob Stacy, "blowed if I'll hang -back;" and in another moment the boat is manned, and afloat in darkness -and storm. - -Meanwhile, what of Ned Rand? This: As his head disappeared under the icy -waves he felt as though a terrible grasp had seized his ankles and was -dragging him deeper and deeper despite his efforts to rise. - -"It's my heavy boots," was the thought which flashed like lightning -through his brain; and thanks to their size, he slipped them off one at -a time, coming to the surface just as it seemed to him that his lungs -were about to burst through holding his breath so long. Dashing the -water from his eyes, he struck out manfully, yet with a sense of utter -hopelessness, when his hand struck the grating, to which he clung -convulsively. He saw rockets and blue-lights thrown up from the ship's -deck, and shouted himself hoarse, for the _Emerald_ was not a -cable's-length distant. - -But as he felt an awful numbing chill steal over him, against which he -vainly struggled, he was dragged in over the bow of the _Emerald_'s boat -by the nervous arms of the bow oar--Mr. Ephraim Jackson. - -"Darned if he ain't lost them boots a'ready!" exclaimed Eph, as the -insensible boy was laid face down in the bottom of the boat. - -Well, through God's mercy and Mr. Kendall's skill, they reached the ship -in safety, but Eph--or indeed any of the boat's crew--will never forget -the terrible pull, or how near they were being crushed by the ship's -side in taking the boat inboard. - -Ned was rubbed, filled to the throat with hot coffee, and stowed away in -his bunk, so that by morning he was all right again, but, to his great -joy, was excused from further duty, the ship being now off old Boston -Light. - -"You saved my life, Eph," says Ned, gratefully, as in high glee the two -boys begin to pack their chests in readiness for going ashore, "and how -shall I ever repay you?" - -There was no mock modesty about Eph Jackson. "It ain't wuth mentionin'," -looking up from his work, "but seem' 's you make so much of it, if -you're a mind to buy me a pair o' new rubber boots, we'll call it -square." - -Which Ned afterward does, and, better still, invites Eph home to stay -until the ship is again ready for sea; for Captain Elton has offered to -take him as able seaman on the next voyage. A year later, and Mr. -Jackson is second mate of the _Emerald_. - -"Them rubber boots," he remarks aloud, as he incloses a money order for -fifty dollars to his proud mother--"them rubber boots was a lucky -New-Year's present for me." - -"And for me too, Eph," smilingly returns Ned Rand, who stands close by. - - - - -BITS OF ADVICE. - -BY AUNT MARJORIE PRECEPT. - -AT THE MATINÉE. - - -"Oh, Aunt Marjorie," cried Susie, "we're going to the matinée." - -"Well," said I, "I hope you'll enjoy it. I did not enjoy the last one I -attended; but it was not my own fault, nor that of the performers." - -"Whose fault was it?" asked Susie. - -"Just behind me," I replied, "sat two well-dressed, fine-looking young -people. What do you think they did through all the sweet music--solos, -arias, quartettes, and choruses? Why, they simply talked and laughed. -Sometimes they whispered, sometimes they giggled, sometimes they -conversed audibly. People around them were terribly annoyed; but they -did not seem to care how much they disturbed their neighbors. - -"I have been told, Susie dear," I went on to say, "that among the -Japanese it is part of a young lady's education to be taught to chatter, -that is, to talk of little things gracefully. These American young -people chatter without having been taught the art. The trouble was, they -did not know when to keep still." - -"I hope, Aunt Marjorie," said Susie, "that you do not think that I would -act as those ill-bred creatures did." - -"I am sure you would not, my dear," I replied. "But it grieves me that -so many boys and girls, from mere want of thought, whisper and laugh in -public places, where their doing so is a trespass on the rights of -others, and a great annoyance to speakers and performers." - - - - -THE QUEEN OF HEARTS. - -DRAWN BY R. CALDECOTT. - - -[Illustration] - - The Queen of Hearts, - She made some Tarts, - All on a Summer's Day: - -[Illustration] - - The Knave of Hearts, - He stole those Tarts, - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - - And took them right away. - -[Illustration] - - The King of Hearts, - -[Illustration] - - Called for those Tarts, - -[Illustration] - - And beat the Knave full sore. - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - - The Knave of Hearts, - Brought back those Tarts, - And vowed he'd steal no more. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] - - - RATON, NEW MEXICO. - - I am going to write to HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, to tell about the - great traveller, Mr. Du Chaillu. Papa, mamma, and I met him in - Raton as we were going to the depot. He is not at all like what I - thought an author would be. I thought he would be tall, but he is - very short. He seemed very funny to me, and he was very pleasant to - papa and mamma. He talked about his books, and other things too. - Papa gave him a number of the _Athenæum_, an English periodical, - which had in it a review of the _Land of the Midnight Sun_, with - which he seemed very much pleased. When he left he said he would - pay us a visit on his return next spring. He had been with Mr. - Berghman in a train to the tunnel through the mountains going to - Colorado, to take pictures for the book he is going to write about - the Rocky Mountains. A banquet was given in honor of Mr. Du Chaillu - by the Raton Literary Society, and papa attended it. - - S. GEORGIANA M. - -You will always be glad that you had the opportunity of meeting the -genial traveller and story-teller, whose books will be the more -interesting to you now that you have seen their author. And though you -were only eight years old when you had this pleasure, perhaps you will -live long enough to tell your grandchildren about it when you shall be -ten times eight. - - * * * * * - - SPRINGFIELD, OHIO. - - I am nine years old. I have a pony named Flora; she is fond of cake - and sugar. I drive her to a cart. I also have a pet cat; her name - is Tittens. She has three kittens, but they are wild. Then I have a - bird named Dick; he is almost as old as I am. I have taken HARPER'S - YOUNG PEOPLE since it was first published, and like it very much. - - JOHN L. B. - - * * * * * - - ST. JOHNS, MICHIGAN. - - I thought, as I knew a good noisy game, I would write to YOUNG - PEOPLE, and tell the readers how to play it. It is called "Frog in - the Middle." - - A player, selected by lot, sits on the carpet, while the others - form a circle round him, taking him unawares when his back is - turned, pulling him, pinching him, buffeting him, and pulling his - hair. When he succeeds in catching one of them, the captive must - change places with him. As the players dance and caper around the - frog they cry, "Frog in the middle--catch him who can!" - - - ROBERT G. S. - -Is not Frog in the Middle rather too boisterous a game for the parlor? -Is there no danger that the hair-pulling and buffeting may become too -earnest for fun, and that there may be crying as well as laughing among -the players? Please send us descriptions of quiet games as well as of -noisy ones. We know that boys love noise; but somehow we always think -that noise should be kept out-doors, where there is room for it. - - * * * * * - - NEVADA, MISSOURI. - - I am a little boy five years old, and my mamma buys YOUNG PEOPLE - for me every week. I like it very much, and the funny pictures in - it. I can read nicely in my Second Reader, and can write small - words, though not well enough to write a letter, but will before I - am six years old. (Mamma is writing this for me.) I am staying with - my little cousin Berkeley; he has a canary-bird (Hattie), and I - have one (Dick). I call Berkeley my little brother, because he is - all his mamma has, and so am I all my mamma has. I have two more - little boy cousins in Kansas--Fred and Luther--and one more in - Philadelphia; his name is Joe. We have no girl cousins at all; we - think it would be a change to have one. We get tired of all boys, - but we are all going to try to be good men. Mamma reads me all the - things in YOUNG PEOPLE that I can understand. I like Jimmy Brown - best. Please print this for me, because I can read it. I am going - to start to school next Monday. I have been to New York, and often - been through Franklin Square. - - EUGENE W. - - * * * * * - - NORTHFIELD, IOWA. - - I am a little boy five feet ten inches high, weigh 160 pounds, and - am over sixty-one years of age. I do not go to school any more, - only to Sunday-school. I take and read all of HARPER'S YOUNG - PEOPLE, and think it is all first-class, only in the stories of - "Toby Tyler" and "Tim and Tip" there is too much fondness of the - boys--one for the dirty old monkey, and the other for the dirty - little dog. Why, just think of it!--a boy sleeping with a dirty old - monkey or dog in his arms, and having his face and hands licked by - it, and he kissing one or the other of them, as though it were a - nice clean baby! The thought is enough to make one sick. - - HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE has begat in the other children of the family - a greater love for reading than all the other papers they ever - read. - - A. D. - -There is nothing that gives us greater satisfaction than to receive the -commendations of boys like yourself. Some boys and girls never grow old, -and we are sure you belong to the number. But you will pardon us if we -enter a protest against your condemnation of Toby and Tim. Under the -circumstances in which those poor little lads found themselves, they -would have been starved for lack of love and companionship but for their -dumb friends; and what so natural as that they should caress the -faithful animals, and take them in their arms when sleep brought -forgetfulness of trouble? A boy is not going very far astray when he -finds pleasure in the affection of a dog, or even of a monkey, though we -agree with you in keeping our own kisses for sweet child pets. - - * * * * * - - JEFFERSON COUNTY, KENTUCKY. - - I am a little girl nine years old. I have a brother eight, and a - big sister fourteen, who has been at Shelbyville at school seven - years. I am in the Third Reader, and study at home, and have never - gone to school. I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I want you to - commence that piece about Mr. Stubbs's Brother. I have three cats - named Beauty, Punch, and Judy, and a large setter dog named Spot, - and he will lie by a dressed shoat all night, and let no one take - it. I go to Sunday-school every Sunday, through winter and summer, - over two miles, and contribute a nickel to buy papers. - - ROSIE K. B. - -You are a faithful girl to take that long walk to Sunday-school every -week in all seasons. Who else has to go so far as Rosie? - - * * * * * - - MOUNT VERNON, NEW YORK. - - I went to the Dolls' Reception in New York, and liked it very much. - I have a new baby doll that was bought there, and I call her Adele. - She has everything she needs to wear except a cloak. I have a - French doll; her name is Nettie. She was bought at the Dolls' - Reception last year. I have a rag doll as big as a child three - years old. I call her Clara Louise, after my Sunday-school teacher, - but she used to be Jemima. I have another baby doll, Lulu, and a - little French doll, Gracie, and "lots of little dolls." I love all - my dollies dearly. I am nearly six years old, and I can print, but - not write, so I have told mamma just what to write. I would like to - tell about my kitty, but will do that another time. I hope to see - my letter in the YOUNG PEOPLE. - - AMIE H. - - * * * * * - - SWARTHMORE, PENNSYLVANIA. - - I suppose you have heard of the burning of Swarthmore College. We - live just across the road from it, and a little while after the - fire broke out mamma took us out to see it. The sparks flew toward - our house, and we thought it would go too, but the slate roof saved - it. The students were rushing around, dragging furniture and - clothes. Oh, how frightened I was to see that great building in a - blaze, though it was a beautiful sight! The sparks fell in such - showers that we were afraid our dresses would catch fire. Some of - the dead branches of the big trees flamed up, and looked very - pretty. We were up all night, and a good many students came to our - house, and the next day people kept coming and going all day long. - It is very lonely now without the students. - - I am ten years old. I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. - - LAURA B. - -This is a letter from Laura's sister. It was printed beautifully: - - I think I will write a letter to you. To-day my sister and I went - to a little brick house which is being built, and when we got there - Laura made a brick house, and I made a cake: and it began to rain, - and so we came home, and I thought I would write a letter to you. - We have two cats; one of them is black, white, and yellow. I am - seven years old. - - CLARA D. B. - - * * * * * - - PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA. - - In the summer I was staying at Newtown, Pennsylvania, and there - were a number of Indians there from the training school at - Carlisle, Pennsylvania. They were sent to Newtown for the summer, - and one was staying opposite us, and one in the house with us. We - invited several of them to take tea with us, and after tea we went - out on the lawn, and had a game of bow and arrows, and they are all - experts in archery. For one of the girls my aunt dressed a doll, - and she was delighted with it. One of the girls, seventeen years - old, weighed 157 pounds; was not that heavy? One Sunday my aunt and - myself took four of the Indians to church. I think they understood - the service very well. One of the girls, Maggie S., taught me to - say, in the Indian language, "Be a good girl" and "Be a good boy," - but as I do not know how to spell the words, I can not write them - for you. In my last letter I said I would exchange shells for - stamps, but my shells were soon exhausted, so I can not exchange - any more. I am eleven years old. I hope Jimmy Brown will write - another story soon. - - JULIA M. PIERIE, 2403 Spruce Street. - - * * * * * - -The two little letters which follow were sent us by the teacher of -Nettie and Phebe: - - BLOOMFIELD, NEW JERSEY. - - Every Tuesday morning my teacher sends one or two scholars up to - the Post-office to get HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. My teacher has taken - the paper ever since September, and all of us are glad when we see - the pretty green cover, and all of us try to be good all day, so - that we can take it home. I have just commenced writing with ink, - so please excuse my bad writing. Please publish this letter to - oblige - - NETTIE K. - - BLOOMFIELD, NEW JERSEY. - - My teacher takes HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think it is very - nice. I have a yellow cat. Papa has two yellow cats, and one stands - right up on its hind-legs. I go to Berkeley School, on Bloomfield - Avenue. I have not seen any letter yet from Bloomfield, so will you - please publish this letter. Please excuse writing, for I am just - beginning to write with ink. - - PHEBE C. - -Neither of you need have apologized for such distinct writing. - - * * * * * - - NEW YORK CITY. - - I think those little country boys and girls who have never been in - the city would like to see our fire-engines and elevated railroads. - - We have two pet cats at our house, one all white and the other all - black. The white cat's name is Nellie, and the black cat's name is - Nig. If I say to Nellie, "Kiss me," she will do so; and if I say to - Nig, "Give me your paw," she will obey me. - - I saw some ragamuffins on Thanksgiving-day in a place that they - call the Fire Points, and they were very nice. They had a little - fellow dressed up in a monkey skin, and they had a platform built - on a horse's back, on which was an organ-grinder. Another horse was - led by a string from the monkey, and a great many very comical - figures were in the procession. - - - HENRY F. - -It does not seem quite kind to speak of the poor children at the Five -Points as ragamuffins, though we do not imagine that you intended any -contempt of them. You were glad that they had a pleasant time, were you -not? - - * * * * * - - ORANGE, NEW JERSEY. - - When my grandmother was a little girl at school, she, with the - other girls, used to practice spelling the word - sis-ne-chris-to-var-van-pro-van-tim-tam-tire-live-mack-feign-well-squire - to help them in pronouncing syllables correctly. I wonder if any of - the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE know a longer word than that? - Arithmologantotype is another queer word. - - L. L. H. - - * * * * * - -RUDY.--Many thanks for your little story about Dollie and her trials. We -read it with great pleasure, and wish we could print it, but we have not -room. It was a happy thought of yours to send Miss Dollie, after her ups -and downs, and her life with the spoiled child Dune, to stay with that -dear little Nellie, who had no other toys and no playmates, and of -course took the new treasure right to her heart. Sometimes when we think -of the girls who have rooms full of dolls, and then of the other girls -who have no dolls at all, we wish we could pull a string somewhere and -shake things into evenness. But that we can not do with a wish. Still, -it may be that some of the fortunate little women will try for -themselves how much happiness they can get by making others happy. We -hope so. - - * * * * * - -Bessie D., in Lowell, Massachusetts, discovered a dandelion in bloom on -December 9, and E. B. D., in Grand Rapids, Michigan, felt very happy -when she found a pansy in her out-door garden December 10. Brave little -flowers they are that dare to laugh in the very face of old winter in -latitudes so cold. - - * * * * * - -DICK K.--We state for your benefit, and for that of other new -subscribers, that the privilege of exchanging useful and interesting -articles is extended to all readers of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. The editor -reserves the right of excluding certain things which are not regarded as -legitimate for exchanging. Among these are birds' eggs and fire-arms. -Articles which are offered for money, and are consequently for sale, do -not belong to the exchange department, but are properly advertisements. -It is the aim of the conductors of YOUNG PEOPLE to make the exchange -department not only a means of entertainment and accommodation to -correspondents, but also educational. The postmarks, stamps, pressed -leaves, specimens, and curiosities sent by young collectors to each -other are valuable object lessons in geography, history, and natural -science. - - * * * * * - -C. Y. P. R. U. - -A. B.--You ask why Holland is said to have been reclaimed from the sea. -Holland is an abbreviation of Hollow-land. It is a low, flat country on -the North Sea, and is composed mostly of deposits from the Rhine and -other rivers, and of sand thrown up by the sea. Some parts of it are -even lower than the sea itself; and to keep the water out, strong walls -called dikes, made of great stones, timber, turf, and clay, have been -built along the shores. The land was formerly very soft and swampy; but -it has been filled up, or drawn out by hundreds of pumps, which are -worked either by windmills or steam-engines. The water is pumped into -canals, which take the place of streets, and the people go about on them -in summer in little boats drawn by horses or by dogs, and in winter they -travel merrily over the ice on skates, which men, women, and children -use with ease and grace. - - * * * * * - - DEAR POSTMISTRESS,--My cousin Tom says he does not think you are a - real Postmistress, but only the Editor. He wouldn't wonder if you - were a man, for he says women don't know very much about affairs. - We have had a quarrel about it, and I made up my mind to ask you. - Papa says, "Always go to head-quarters when you want information." - - BESSIE T. - -Your cousin Tom is complimentary. Only the Editor! And thinks I am a -man! I wish he could see the great basket of stockings I darn every week -of my life, and taste the nice muffins and corn-bread I sometimes make -after reading a bagful of letters from the C. Y. P. R. U. As for his -disdain of women and their knowledge of affairs, I beg his pardon, and -hope he is not related to a certain old fellow named Rip Van Winkle, who -once fell asleep, and slept ever so many years, while the world went -rolling on. Your papa is a sensible man. I am sure he did not agree with -Tom. - - * * * * * - - Can the Postmistress tell a busy mother how to make a nice - wholesome pudding, which does not require eggs, and which the - children may eat without fear of indigestion. - - H. I. T. - -With pleasure. Take two cupfuls of Graham flour, one of molasses, and -one of sour milk; one tea-spoonful of salt, two of soda, and one cupful -of fruit. Flavor highly with cinnamon and cloves, and steam the pudding -two hours, popping it into the oven finally just long enough to harden -the crust. Serve hot, with clear sauce. - - * * * * * - -VERSES FOR AN ALBUM.--When I am asked to write in an album, I feel very -much as my troubled little correspondent does. I wrinkle up my forehead, -purse up my lips, and say to myself, "Dear me! what shall I write?" But -I begin to think of the friend who has desired my name in her pretty -little book, and I always conjure up something. How would this do for -you? - - The snow-flakes flutter from the sky, - Like merry little birds: - As fast as they my fond thoughts fly, - And still I have no words - To write for you my name above. - And so I'm only yours, with love. - - * * * * * - -A WOULD-BE CADET.--By writing to the Commandant at West Point you can -obtain the information you wish. Inclose a stamped envelope addressed to -yourself for his reply. - - * * * * * - -This week we have had prepared for the members of the C. Y. P. R. U., by -a lady who has made a special study of queer inmates of the animal -world, an article on "Sponges." It is beautifully illustrated with -engravings and diagrams, and tells the story of these common but curious -objects that puzzled the world so long as to whether they were really -living creatures or simply plants. Then when this subject has been -investigated, there is a capital article for boys and girls, by Mr. Hugh -Craig, who throws a fresh light on what we fancy they think they know a -great deal about already, that is "How to Play." "Aunt Marjorie" also -reads us a dear little lecture on how to behave ourselves in public -places, which some old people, as well as young people, might pay -attention to with a good result. - - * * * * * - -YOUNG PEOPLE'S COT. - -Contributions received for Young People's Cot in Holy Innocent's Ward, -St. Mary's Free Hospital for Children, 407 West Thirty-fourth Street, -New York: - -Susie Morrill, Hiawatha, Kansas, $3; Addie C. Webb, Culleoka, Tenn., -8c.; Maud's gift (in memoriam), Bluehill, Me., $2.10; Walter Gray, -Monmouth, Ill., 50c.; Fannie and Emma Pearson, Springfield, Ill., 50c.; -Harry W. B., Savannah, Ga., 25c.; Carl and Harry Hutchins, Keene, N. H., -$2; Ruby Wickersham, Alleghany City, 25c.; Leonard C. Richardson, -Lincolnton, N. C., 25c.; Herby, Jenny, and Mary C. Willis, Brooklyn, -75c.; total, $9.68. Amount previously acknowledged, $191.71; grand -total, $201.39. - - E. AUGUSTA FANSHAWE, Treasurer, 43 New St. - _December_ 15. - -Received books from M. D. L. for Holy Innocent's Ward, St. Mary's -Hospital. - - * * * * * - - Although I am not a little girl, I once was, and feel just like - little girls do about letters going into the scrap-basket. I want - to write a letter to all the little girl or boy readers of YOUNG - PEOPLE who contribute to or take any interest in our Cot. Don't - forget what we are working for, nor be discouraged. Those who live - in the country, or are there in the summer, have, I am sure, - climbed a mountain. Well, when you first started, and looked at the - top, how high it seemed! and, oh! so far off; you wondered if you - ever would get there. A little way up you saw a large oak-tree, and - you made for that, and some way further was a clump of elms. A - little effort brought you there, and as you looked back, you saw - you had accomplished something, and the top was not quite so far - away, and so on to the end of your journey. At the top you gave a - loud hurrah, waving your hat, and felt well repaid. We are climbing - a very high mountain. Three thousand dollars is a real mountain for - small hands and feet to climb: but we don't intend to get - discouraged. We won't look up at the top all the time, only keep it - in mind. We are not very far off now from the oak-tree, and when - there, we can look back and see "something accomplished, something - done," and then keep on until we reach the elms; and then some - little way further will be a short level place in the mountain, - with a little stream and trees, and when we shall reach this and - look back we will find we have gone one-third of our journey, and - feel quite fresh for another start. Who will write me, through the - Post-office Box, the names of these three fresh starting-places? - Only remember we are not _there_ yet, but are going to travel on - steadily, and get there _sure_. Our Treasurer wants to send more - names to the YOUNG PEOPLE. I will look for an answer to my - questions, and hope soon to send you some account of the little - people in our ward. So good-by. - - AUNT EDNA. - NEW YORK, 1881. - - * * * * * - - HIAWATHA, KANSAS. - - This is the first year I have taken YOUNG PEOPLE, and I like it - very much. Jimmy Brown is too funny for anything. All of us like - "The Cruise of the 'Ghost,'" the best. - - There are three of us children. I am the oldest, and our ages are - six, nine, and ten. My sister and I each have a pony, and we have - fine horse-back rides over the prairies. My little brother is just - learning to ride. My sister is very fond of pets, and has four - cats, and says she is going to have a hospital for sick animals - when she grows up. We send three dollars for the Young People's - Cot--one dollar for each of us. - - - SUSIE MORRILL. - - * * * * * - - SAVANNAH, GEORGIA. - - I am a little boy seven years old. My uncle has brought me HARPER'S - YOUNG PEOPLE for a long time. I like the stories and letters so - much! I send you twenty-five cents I earned myself for the Young - People's Cot. - - HARRY W. B. - - * * * * * - - BLUEHILL, MAINE. - - _Miss E. A. Fanshawe_: - - Inclosed please find a Post-office order for $2.10 for Young - People's Cot, St. Mary's Hospital for Children, and accept it as - Maud's gift (in memoriam). My little sister was an invalid for - several years before she died, and I send this money belonging to - her because I know if she had lived she would have been glad to - have aided in the work; and I send it too in the hope that it may - do some little one good, and it may perhaps help some one - afflicted as she was. She enjoyed reading HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, - and always read the letters in the Post-office Box first. - - ALICE A. HOLT. - - * * * * * - - SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS. - - We want to send some money to the Cot. We each send twenty-five - cents. At first we wanted to buy a book, but afterward thought we - had better send it to the Cot now, and wait to buy the book. Emma - was sick for six weeks, and she knows what it is to suffer. We will - send some more as soon as we can save some. We take HARPER'S YOUNG - PEOPLE, and like it very much. - - FANNIE and EMMA PEARSON - (aged 9 and 7 years). - - * * * * * - -PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. - -A great many puzzlers entered into competition for _The History of a -Mountain_, by Elisee Reclus, offered in No. 105 as a prize for the best -puzzle which should be sent in before December 7, 1881. After careful -consideration, the book has been awarded to Miss Ethel J. Stokes, of -Richmond, Virginia, for her arithmetical puzzles, which follow this -announcement: - -No. 1. - -ADDITION. - -1. Add a poet to a hint, and make to blind. - -2. Add an exploit to a personal pronoun, and make a plume. - -3. Add a covering for the head, a vowel, and a part of the body, and -make a monk of the Order of St. Francis. - -4. Add a man's name to a tree, and make islands. - -5. Add a grain to congealed water, and make an ornament to a window. - -SUBTRACTION. - -1. Subtract to perform duties from cautious, and leave a color. - -2. Subtract a contest between two states from a timid person, and leave -a fish. - -3. Subtract to petition from a useful article, and leave a wager. - -4. Subtract the first boat ever launched from an emporium, and leave the -past participle of meet. - -5. Subtract a name for rail-bird from an island in the Arabian Sea, and -leave a small bed. - -MULTIPLICATION. - -1. Multiply an abbreviation by two, and make a near relation. - -2. Multiply an adverb by two, and make a doubtful expression. - -DIVISION. - -1. Divide a farewell by two, and obtain a French pronoun. - -2. Divide a monotonous sound by two, and obtain an insect. - -3. Divide a table relish by two, and obtain a Chinese name. - -4. Divide the rustling of silken robes by two, and obtain three-fourths -of a preposition and a vowel. - - ETHEL J. STOKES. - - * * * * * - -No. 2. - -CHARADE. - - My first is an action common to all, - 'Tis done by the great, and done by the small. - - My second a measure will proclaim - Known by the world, if not to fame. - - My third is a weed that grows in the marsh; - It's sometimes smooth, and sometimes harsh. - - But what is my whole, I hear you cry, - The name of a hero, is my reply. - - CENT A. PIECE. - - * * * * * - -No. 3. - -ENIGMA. - - My first in youth, not in age, you will find. - My second in gather, but not in bind. - My third is in world; though not in sphere. - My fourth is in danger, and also in fear. - My fifth is in grass, but not in fern. - My sixth is in scorch, but not in burn. - My seventh is in wind, but not in blow. - My eighth is in learn, but not in know. - I spread my roots o'er time's great well. - Among gods, among giants, among demons fell. - Mysterious Hinndall 'neath my branches sings - Of the terrible woe Skuld the mist-robed brings. - The tree of the world am I. - Can you my name descry? - - NITA. - - * * * * * - -No. 4. - -DIAMOND. - -1. A letter. 2. A bar. 3. Relating to a celebrated ancient city. 4. -Existing in name. 5. A fop. 6. A negative. 7. A letter. - - BOB. - - * * * * * - -ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 111. - -No. 1. - - S P O R T - T U B E R - A R E N A - R E S T S - T R E S S - -No. 2. - -Eugene. - -No. 3. - - M - H O P S - H U R R A S I N - M O R N I N G S I N E W - P R I N T N E W - A N T W - G - -No. 4. - -Tortoise - -Irma's Puzzle--Splinter. - - * * * * * - -Correct answers to puzzles have been received from Ella Chirney, Elbert -E. Hurd, Belle Smith, Grace Fletcher, Arthur P. Grimshaw. - - * * * * * - -[_For Exchanges, see 2d and 3d pages of cover._] - - - - -ENIGMA. - - - Read forward, I'm a color - Of rather sombre hue; - At least I'm not as brilliant - As scarlet, pink, or blue. - - Read backward, I am sometimes used - As synonym for poet; - Now tell me, puzzle-loving girls, - Do any of you know it? - - - - -AN EVENING WITH CHARLEY SPARKS. - -BY FRANK BELLEW. - - -The other evening I went to call on my friend Browser. Browser is one of -those people who, somehow or another, makes his house exceedingly -attractive to young folks. He does not say much nor do much, but seems -to enjoy their society in a quiet, comfortable kind of way. Perhaps the -attraction to them is that he lets them do as they like. If a lamp shade -is broken, or something spilled on the carpet, or a hole burned in the -table-cloth, he does not care; he has it repaired, and there's an end -on't. The young people run all over the house, capturing materials from -the bedrooms to make tableaux, invading the kitchen, pestering the cook, -and taking possession of the cold meats in the larder to make little -suppers. Even when little Robby Rounder brought some Indian arrows, and -fired them into his parlor door, he did not even so much as scold him, -but only laughed, and said that if the red men could be made to suffer -as much as his doors from the effects of Robby's arrows, they would soon -be put an end to. I don't think there is another such house in New York. -He holds the opinion that the house was made for his comfort and -pleasure, and that he will not make himself a slave to his house. - -[Illustration: FIG. 1.] - -Well, when I called there the other evening I met a whole bevy of -youngsters, including Browser's only daughter, and with them was Charley -Sparks, with, as usual, a whole museum of tricks and contraptions. As I -entered he was attempting to imitate the song of the canary--at least he -said so. I never should have guessed it myself. The sound was more like -the song of a conscience-stricken bull-frog than anything else. But he -explained that he was only a beginner, and that it required much -practice to master the higher branches of this art. When, however, he -tried his hand at the pig and the horse, nothing could have been more -perfect. There was an oily depth of expression about the grunt which was -absolutely perfect. After the pig, he took a little instrument from his -mouth (see Fig. 1), and showed it to us. It was simply a piece of the -leaf of the leek, from which he had scraped away a semicircle of the -soft part, leaving the thin membrane which covers one side intact. This -he held against the roof of his mouth with his tongue, and by blowing in -the proper way, produced all kinds of sounds. Practice is of course -required, but with one of these little things I have heard an expert -imitate most exquisitely every bird of the woods. - -[Illustration: FIG. 2.] - -"Now, ladies and gentlemen," said Charley Sparks, "I will give you an -imitation of Mr. Punch, of the great English _Punch and Judy_ troupe," -and he produced from his pocket a little instrument like this (see Fig. -2). It was made of two pieces of pine-wood, with a piece of tape -stretched between them, the whole being bound together with thread wound -round and round. This he placed in the back part of the mouth, near the -opening of the throat, at a very great risk of choking himself, and -forthwith issued from his mouth the funny "Root-a-toot-a-too" of Mr. -Punch. - -He gave us several of the most stirring passages from the tragedy of -_Punch and Judy_, rendering the death-scene of Jack Ketch with such -effect as to bring tears (of laughter) to the eyes of every one of the -audience. - - - - -[Illustration] - -THE DANCING LESSON. - - Keep time, little folks-- - One, two, three; - Turn about, twist about, - Whirligee! - - Right foot, left foot, - Carefully now; - Turn about, twist about-- - Make your bow. - - Hark to the music, - Look at me; - Left foot, right foot-- - One, two, three; - - Turn about, twist about, - You see how; - Keep time, little folks-- - Make your bow. - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 3 1882, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JANUARY 3 1882 *** - -***** This file should be named 51723-8.txt or 51723-8.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/1/7/2/51723/ - -Produced by Annie R. 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