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diff --git a/old/53297-8.txt b/old/53297-8.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 08c4dec..0000000 --- a/old/53297-8.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2587 +0,0 @@ -Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, February 14, 1882, by Various - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most -other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Harper's Young People, February 14, 1882 - An Illustrated Weekly - -Author: Various - -Release Date: October 17, 2016 [EBook #53297] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, FEB 14, 1882 *** - - - - -Produced by Annie R. McGuire - - - - - - - - -[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE] - - * * * * * - -VOL. III.--NO. 120. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR -CENTS. - -Tuesday, February 14, 1882. Copyright, 1882, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 -per Year, in Advance. - - * * * * * - - - - -[Illustration: "NO ONE HAD A LARGER SUPPLY THAN THEODORA AND BESSIE."] - -A VALENTINE AND A MISSION. - -BY MARGARET EYTINGE. - - -Electa Eliza was never seen without that baby. Ever since it was three -weeks old--it was born in August and now it was February--she had taken -the whole care of it every day, excepting Sundays, from morning until -night. - -Mrs. Googens, her mother--her father was dead--when she wasn't out -washing and ironing, was washing and ironing at home and having no other -children besides Electa Eliza and the baby, of course the care of the -small boy fell almost entirely on his sister. - -This was rather hard, for she was only twelve years old, and lame -besides, and it requires a great deal of patience and good nature to -mind a baby, especially a lively, wide-awake baby who jumps, and -"pat-a-cakes," and "goos," and "guggles," and wants to go "day-day" all -the time. - -It wasn't a pretty baby, and it wasn't an ugly baby. It had round blue -eyes, round red cheeks, round wee nose, and a very bald head, and -sometimes it looked so wise you couldn't help thinking it wasn't a baby -at all, but a jolly, lazy old gentleman dwarf just making believe to be -one, to be carried around and waited upon. - -Electa Eliza had gone to school before the baby came, and had been a -very good scholar--at the head of her class, in fact; but ever since she -had been obliged to stay at home altogether, and it was but seldom she -got a chance to look at her books. - -Now around the corner from the house where Electa Eliza lived was a -church, and on the steps of this church, sheltered by the porch, she -often rested when tired walking with the baby. - -Indeed, it was her favorite resting-place, and even when the weather was -quite cold, she spent many hours there, watching most of the time the -house directly opposite, at whose windows often appeared another girl -and another baby. - -This young girl, who was about three years older than Electa Eliza, and -whose name was Theodora Judson, and her little brother were her mother's -only children, just as Electa Eliza and her baby were her mother's only -children. - -But, ah! how far apart their paths in life were! - -The Judson baby had a nurse-maid in constant attendance upon him, his -sister only playing with him when she felt so inclined, and Miss -Theodora had a French and German teacher, and a music teacher, and a -riding-master, besides being one of the day-pupils at a celebrated -academy famous for its excellent scholars. And her father and mother -were the most indulgent of parents, refusing her nothing that she -desired. - -But yet Theodora was not contented, but was continually wishing to be -something that would make her of more importance in the world, and -wondering when, if ever, she would find a mission. On St. Valentine's -morning--Valentine's Day happening that year to fall on a Saturday--she -was holding forth, as she had held forth a hundred times before to her -mother, who was listening patiently, as mothers usually do, on the -subject which always lay nearest her heart. - -"I'd like to become famous," said Theodora, her eyes sparkling and her -cheeks glowing; "be an artist, or an author, or an inventor, or somebody -great. It seems so hard to live in this big world, and be a woman and -nothing more. To paint a lovely picture, to write a beautiful book, to -make a discovery that would gain me the praise and thanks of thousands -of people--ah! if I dared to dream I should ever do any of these things, -I should be perfectly happy." - -"My dear," said her mother, mildly, "there are many other ways besides -those which you have mentioned by which praise, and thanks, and love, -and happiness can be gained. It isn't easy to become famous, but it is -easy--that is, if one's heart is in the work--to do a great deal of good -to one's fellow-beings. Young as you are, I have no doubt there are many -sad hearts you might gladden, and many gloomy homes to which you might -bring brightness." - -"Oh, mother, can you show me one?" said Theodora, eagerly. - -"I could, many a one," answered the mother, smiling; "but surely so -bright and intelligent a girl as yourself ought to be able to find out -who needs your help and encouragement without my assistance." - -It was now just about the hour for the morning's mail to come in, and -within ten minutes of the time when this serious conversation took -place, Miss Theodora and her friend Bessie Lee were on their way to the -post-office. - -What a hurrying and skurrying there was! what a laughing and shouting! - -How did the deaf old clerk in the post-office ever manage to take charge -of such dainty missives? There were big valentines and little -valentines, valentines with coarse figures accompanied by bad poetry, -and valentines that were marvels of art. There were hearts, and darts, -and Cupids, and roses, and posies, and everything that goes to make the -valentine a wonder and delight. - -No one had a larger supply than Theodora and Bessie, and arm in arm they -walked down the street displaying their treasures, and demanding -everybody's sympathy, from the old doctor, on his way to treat a -critical case, to Pussie Evans, the minister's little girl, who was -forbidden to leave the door-step, and had to wait for somebody to bring -her valentines to her. - -Not one of the merry party noticed Electa Eliza. Yet there she was, and -without the baby--a fact so remarkable that it might well have attracted -attention had there been a person in the world to give the poor child a -thought. - -But Electa Eliza had a special interest in this Valentine's Day. Not -that she expected a valentine; such a thing would have been too absurd. -Still, her interest in those wonderful missives at the post-office was -quite sufficient to induce her to give up fully one-half of her dinner -to a friend who agreed to mind the baby for an hour. Then with her -little crutch she mounted the hill to the post-office, waiting quietly -about until Miss Theodora received the gay envelopes addressed to her. - -Now when this young lady reached home she found among the great bundle -handed her by the old clerk a large yellow envelope on which her name -was written in a print-like hand. - -With rather a scornful expression on her pretty face Theodora opened it, -and found a rude drawing of two babies looking smilingly at each -other--at least it had been intended that they should be looking -smilingly at each other--one with very round eyes, nose, and mouth, and -plain dotted slip; the other with indistinct features, but a most -elaborately embroidered dress, over which floated an immense sash. -Underneath the picture was this verse: - - "You are such a pretty girl - With your lovely hair in curl - With your lovely eyes of blue - How I wish that I was you." - -And underneath the verse was the following letter: - -"DEAR YOUNG LADY,--I am a poor, little girl and I'm lame too because of -a dreadful fall I got once and broke something in my knee. Maybe you -have saw me sittin cross the way from your house on the church steps -with a baby. Hese awful heavy but hese good but I cant go to school -cause I have to mind him and he wants to mused ever so mutch but hese -very good and I love pictures and books and now Alonzo that's my baby's -name is a beginin to go to sleep erly and if I had some Ide be so glad. -I named him out of a story I read once and I thort maybe you had some -picktures and books you dident want no more and you might give them to -me. I wrote this potry I had to say pretty girl cause lady woodent go -with curl and I drawed the babies I coodent make his face right cause I -never seen him close but I think his dress is right my mother washes -dresses like them sometimes I did it when Alonzo was asleep he dont -sleep mutch days hese a very lively baby but hese good If you will let -me have some of your old picktures and books I will thank you ever so -mutch and so will Alonzo when hese big enuf cause he rely is a very good -baby Your baby's nurse told me your name and she says your baby is a -sugar plum from Heaven. - - "ELECTA ELIZA GOOGENS." - -"What a queer valentine!" said Theodora, laughing, as she finished -reading it. - -"What a nice one!" said her mother. "Far above half of those all lace -and nonsense that you have received to-day. And, Dora, those babies are -drawn better than you could have drawn them." - -"Yes," said Theodora, frankly, "they are." - -"So it appears this poor child has more artistic talent than you." - -"And the verse is but little worse than I might have done myself. I'll -save you the trouble of saying that, mother," said the daughter, -merrily; "and so she may stand just as good a chance of becoming a -writer or an artist as I do, she being so much younger. Poor little -thing! I've seen her sitting on the church steps, with the baby that is -so 'good,' many a time, but I am ashamed to say I never gave her a -second thought." - -"And yet, my dear," said Mrs. Judson, "there was your mission right -before your eyes waiting for you to take it up. Help this poor child to -the learning for which it is evident she longs so much. Give her and -Alonzo some happy hours. And who knows?--you may at the same time be -helping the world to a noble woman and a noble man, and what greater -work than that could be found?" - -"I will, mother--dear, wise, good mother, I will," said Theodora, and -she flew to the window and beckoned to Electa Eliza, who had resumed the -charge of Alonzo, and although the snow was falling fast, sat under the -church porch, with Alonzo, well wrapped in an old woollen shawl, in her -arms. - -And that was the beginning of the "Star in the East Mission School." -From one little girl and a baby it grew in a year to forty children -small and large, and now--for the valentine was sent and the mission -founded several years ago--a hundred and more bless the name of their -pretty young teacher and friend, Miss Theodora Judson, and look up with -affection and pride to her clever assistant, still younger than herself, -Miss Electa Eliza Googens. - - - - -"PICCIOLA." - -BY MRS. SOPHIA B. HERRICK. - - -There is a beautiful little French story which has been translated into -English, and called "Picciola," the Italian for little flower. It is the -story of a French nobleman who was thrown into prison on an unjust -charge of plotting against the government of his country. He was a man -of talent and education, as well as of wealth and position. Somehow, -with all his life had given him, it had never taught him to look with -open eyes at nature, or to see beyond nature a God who had created it. - -He was restless and impatient in his close cell and the little strip of -court-yard where he paced up and down, and up and down, in his misery, -longing to be free. One day he saw between the heavy paving-stones of -the yard the earth raised up into a tiny mound. His heart bounded at the -thought that some of his friends were digging up from below to reach -him, and give him his liberty again. - -But when he came to examine the spot closely he found it was only a -little plant pushing the earth before it in its effort to reach the -light and the air. With the bitter sense of disappointment which this -discovery brought, he was about to crush the little intruder with his -foot, and then a feeling of compassion stopped him, and its life was -spared. - -The plant grew and throve in its prison, and the Count de Charney became -every day fonder of his fellow-prisoner; he spent hours, which had -before been empty, watching it as it grew and developed, until it became -the absorbing interest of his life. As he watched it day by day, and saw -the contrivances by which it managed to live and grow, he was compelled -to believe that there must be somewhere a great and wonderful power that -could design and make so marvellous a thing. The little flower was like -a little child taking him by the hand; and leading him away from his -dark, bitter, unbelieving thoughts into the light of God's love. - -I want to take some common flower, something you have seen a hundred -times every summer of your lives, and show you a few of the marvellous -contrivances that make it able to live and grow and bear blossoms and -fruit. If you will study them closely for a while, it will not seem so -strange then that the Count de Charney, who had lived so many years -without learning anything of the wonders of nature, should have had them -opened for him by one little flower that he had carefully watched and -studied. - -Most plants are alike in having roots, stems, and leaves, and some sort -of flower and seed-vessel. But the parts look so very different in -different plants that it is sometimes a little hard to tell which is -which. In some the roots grow in the air, and in others the stems grow -underground. It is only by studying what the parts do that it is -possible to be sure what they are. The most important part of every -living thing is its stomach, because everything that lives must eat and -drink, or die. There are some very curious plants which have regular -stomachs into which their food goes, just as it does in an animal, and -is digested, but these are not very common. Some day, however, when we -have learned a little more about simpler things, I mean to tell you -something about these strange plants. Ordinary plants have roots to -supply them with food and water in the place of a stomach. - -Let us study the roots of some plant. Almost anything will do. If you -can do so, get a hyacinth glass and bulb. The bulb is the root, and -looks very much like an onion; the glass is a vase made for the purpose -of growing hyacinths in water. It slopes in from the bottom upward, and -then bulges out suddenly. The bulb rests in this bulging part, and has -water below it and around its lower part. The glass being clear, you can -see the roots grow as plainly as you can see a leaf or a flower bud -unfold. Perhaps you have no hyacinth glass, and can not get one; then -try to make one for yourself out of a small glass jar. There will -certainly be a pickle bottle or a preserve jar about the house that will -answer perfectly well. All you want is to have the bulb rest half in and -half out of the water, with room below for the roots to spread through -the water. Be careful to keep the water up to the right mark by adding a -little every day as the plant soaks it up. - -Or you may take a dozen grains of seed corn, soak them overnight, and -then plant them an inch deep in a box, having about six inches or more -depth of good earth. In about three days the blade will come above -ground. Put your hand or a trowel down beside one of the plants, and -scoop it gently up. Be sure you make your hand or trowel go away down -below where the seed was planted, so as not to bruise the tender -growth. Shake and blow the dust away, and you will see several little -white thread-like roots coming from the grain. If you take up in this -way all the young plants, one or two every day, you will see how they -sprout and grow. - -[Illustration: FIG. 1.--CORN AND MAGNIFIED ROOT. - -1, Corn four days planted: _r r_, Roots; _l_, Leaf; _a_, Grain of corn; -2, Root magnified; _c_, Root cap; _g_, Growing point.] - -If you have a microscope[1] and a sharp knife, carefully split the end -of one of these roots and look at it. If you have not, you will have to -trust me so far as to take this drawing as correct (Fig. 1). All these -tiny roots have a cap over their growing end, so that when they have to -push their way among the hard earth and stones, the growing part will -not get bruised. These roots take in all the water and the food which -the earth supplies to the plant. - -[1] I recommend No. 3055 of James W. Queen's Catalogue, price $3, as a -very good glass--The Child's Microscope. - -The hyacinth can grow in water alone, because it has been a provident -little body, and stored away enough food in the little round carpet-bag -of a bulb to supply the plant for the few weeks of its life. It only -asks for the water it needs to keep it alive and growing. When the -thirsty little roots have sucked up water enough, the bulb begins to -grow in the other direction. If you look, you will see a solid lump of -pale green come up from the top like the horns of a calf, or a baby's -tooth. This is the young plant coming up out of its dark cradle into the -light and air and sunshine. The delicate growing end of the plant, which -will after a while bear its beautiful spike of bells, is very tenderly -wrapped up in the leaves. After it gets through the tough skin of the -bulb, the plant grows straight up. It stretches itself after its long -sleep in the sweet air and light, the leaves lengthen and broaden and -open out, and the stem with its little knobby buds comes up in the -midst. These will soon grow and unfold into beauty and fragrance, and -you will be rewarded for all your long waiting, if watching the -wonderful growth day by day has not carried its own reward with it. - -[Illustration: FIG. 2.--GERANIUM PISTIL. - -_p_, Lily pistil; _b_, Pollen grains; _c_, where cut was made across; 2 -_c_, the cut piece showing ovules; _o_, ovule.] - -Many plants are grown from roots or bulbs, but a greater majority by far -come from seed. Tulips and lilies, onions and potatoes, are all -instances of plants grown from roots which sprout out from the old ones. -The root is in every case the beginning, the seed the ending, of the -life of a plant. - -[Illustration: FIG. 3.--GERANIUM STAMEN AND POLLEN GRAINS. - -_a_, Stamen with pods burst open; _b_, Pollen grains; 2 _b b b_, Pollen -grain much enlarged.] - -Take two of the commonest of our window and garden plants--the geranium -and the heart's-ease. Let us take the geranium first. On the cluster of -bloom we will probably find flowers partly withered, flowers full blown, -and buds nearly ready to open. Look at a full-blown flower. You will see -with your naked eye something standing up in the middle which looks like -a tiny pink lily; around it are little rounded white spikes. If you -carefully strip off the green cap outside, and then the colored petals, -you will find a lily like the one in the figure (Fig. 2); this is called -the pistil. Now open one of the nearly blown buds; you will find the -lily pistil still closed, and on two of the spikes around it two -double-barrelled rosy pods. When the pods, or stamens, are nearly ripe, -they look for all the world like a pink gum-drop made in the shape of a -French roll. If they are ripe they look as you see in Fig. 3. - -To make a perfect seed the stamen and pistil have to enter into -partnership. The stamen sends out thousands of clear orange pollen -grains (Fig. 3, _b_), and when these fall on the top of the lily or -pistil, as some have done in. Fig. 2, they stick fast. The lily, for all -its innocent look, has laid a trap for them; it is covered with a sticky -substance that holds them fast. The tiny little grain begins to send out -a tube like a little hose-pipe, which grows down and down to the bottom -of the lily. There it finds some very small egg-shaped bodies called -ovules (Fig. 2, _o_). The busy little hose-pipe pushes its way into a -little opening at the end of one of the ovules, pumps away till the -pollen grain is empty, and the liquid out of it is all safely stored in -the ovule, and then it withers away. The ovule when it is ripe is a -seed, but if the pollen has not emptied itself in the way just -described, the ovule dies. - -[Illustration: FIG. 4.--PISTIL OF HEART'S-EASE. - -1, Side view of pistil sliced in two. _b_, Pollen grains which have -found their way in; _o_, ovules; 2, Front view of pistil not cut.] - -If you look at Fig. 4 you will see the pistil of a pansy, or -heart's-ease. No. 1 is a side view of the pistil sliced down so you can -see into it, as you can into a baby-house. You see the pollen grains, -_b_, sending down their tubes to the ovules, _o_. No. 2 in this drawing -is the front view of the heart's-ease pistil. The beautiful colored -leaves of a flower are only meant to cover and protect the pistil and -the pollen of the plant, as the fruit is meant to cover its seed. There -has been a tender care for us in all this that the covering for both -should have been made so beautiful and so delicious. - - - - -THE TALKING LEAVES.[2] - -[2] Begun in No. 101, HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. - -An Indian Story. - -BY W. O. STODDARD. - -CHAPTER XIX. - - -Fortune had been hard upon Bill and his two mates, or at least they -thought so. The trees to which they had been tied by the Lipans were so -situated that it was only necessary for them to turn their heads in -order to have a good view of what was doing on the plain to the -westward. They saw their captors ride out, and heard their whoops and -yells of self-confidence and defiance. - -"Don't I wish I was with the boys just now!" growled Bill. "Three more -good rifles'd be a good thing for 'em." - -"Skinner'll fight, you see 'f he don't. He'll stop some of that -yelling." - -"He's great on friendship and compromise," groaned Bill. "He may think -it's good sense not to shoot first." - -The three gazed anxiously out toward the scene of the approaching -conflict, if there was to be one. They could not see the advance of -their comrades, but they knew they were coming. - -"Hark!" suddenly exclaimed Bill. "That's the boys. Opened on 'em. Oh, -don't I wish I was thar!" - -The other two could hardly speak in their excitement and disgust. It was -a dreadful thing for men of their stamp to be tied to trees while a -fight was going on which might decide whether they were to live or die. - -Suddenly a squad of Lipans came dashing in; the cords that bound them -were cut--all but those on their hands; they were rudely lifted upon -bare-backed ponies, and led rapidly away to the front of the battle. -They could not understand a word of the fierce and wrathful talking -around them; but the gesticulations of the warriors were plainer than -their speech. Besides, some of them were attending to wounds upon their -own bodies or those of others. Some were on foot, their ponies having -been shot under them. More than all, there were warriors lying still -upon the grass who would never again need horses. - -"It's been a sharp fight," muttered Bill, "for a short one. I wonder if -any of the boys went under? What are they gwine to do with us?" - -A tall Lipan sat on his horse in front of him, with his long lance -levelled as if only waiting the word of command to use it. It remained -to be seen whether or not the order would be given, for now -To-la-go-to-de himself was riding slowly out to meet Captain Skinner. - -"He can't outwit the Captain," said one of the miners. "Shooting first -was the right thing to do this time. Skinner doesn't make many -mistakes." - -It was their confidence in his brains rather than in his bones and -muscles which made his followers obey him, and they were justified in -this instance, as they had been in a great many others. The greetings -between the two leaders were brief and stern, and the first question of -old Two Knives was: "Pale-faces begin fight. What for shoot Lipans?" - -"Big lie. Lipans take our camp. Tie up our men. Steal our horses. Ride -out in war-paint. Pale-faces kill them all." - -The chief understood what sort of men he had to deal with, but his pride -rebelled. - -"All right. We kill prisoners right away. Keep camp. Keep horse. Kill -all pale-faces." - -"We won't leave enough of you for the Apaches to bury. Big band of 'em -coming. Eat you all up." - -"The Lipans are warriors. The Apaches are small dogs. We are not afraid -of them." - -"You'd better be. If you had us to help you, now, you might whip them. -There won't be so many of you by the time they get here. Pale-faces are -good friends. Bad enemies. Shoot straight. Kill a heap." - -Captain Skinner saw that his "talk" was making a deep impression, but -the only comment of the chief was a deep, guttural "Ugh!" and the -Captain added: "Suppose you make peace. Say have fight enough. Not kill -any more. Turn and whip Apache. We help." - -"What about camp? Wagon? Horse? Mule? Blanket? All kind of plunder?" - -"Make a divide. We'll help ourselves when we take the Apache ponies. You -keep one wagon. We keep one. Same way with horses and mules--divide 'em -even. You give up prisoners right away. Give 'em their rifles and -pistols and knives." - -"Ugh! Good! Fight Apaches. Then pale-faces take care of themselves. Give -them one day after fight." - -That was the sort of treaty that was made, and it saved the lives of -Bill and his mates, for the present at least. - -It was all Captain Skinner could have expected, but the faces of the -miners were sober enough over it. - -"Got to help fight Apaches, boys." - -"And lose one wagon, and only have a day's start afterward." - -The chief had at once ridden back to announce the result to his braves, -and they too received it with a sullen approval, which was full of -bitter thoughts of what they would do to those pale-faces after the -Apaches should be beaten and the "one day's truce" ended. - -The three captives were at once set at liberty, their arms restored to -them, and they were permitted to return to the camp and pick out, -saddle, and mount their own horses. - -"The Captain's got us out of our scrape," said Bill. "I can't guess how -he did it." - -"Must ha' been by shootin' first." - -"And all the boys do shoot so awful straight!" - -That had a great deal to do with it, but the immediate neighborhood of -the Apaches had a great deal more. To-la-go-to-de knew that Captain -Skinner was exactly right, and that the Lipans would be in no condition -for a battle with the band of Many Bears after one with so desperate a -lot of riflemen as those miners. - -The next thing was to make the proposed "division" of the property in -and about the camp. The Lipan warriors withdrew from it, all but the -chief and six braves. Then Captain Skinner and six of his men rode in. - -"This my wagon," said Two Knives, laying his hand upon the larger and -seemingly the better stored of the two. - -"All right. Well take the other. This is our team of mules." - -So they went on from one article to another, and it would have taken a -keen judge of that kind of property to have told, when the division was -complete, which side had the best of it. The Lipans felt that they were -giving up a great deal, but only the miners knew how much was being -restored to them. It was very certain that they would take the first -opportunity which might come to "square accounts" with the miners. -Indeed, Captain Skinner was not far from right when he said to his men: - -"Boys, it'll be a bad thing for us if the Apaches don't show themselves -to-morrow. We can't put any trust in the Lipans." - -"Better tell the chief about that old man and the boy," said one of the -men. - -"I hadn't forgotten it. Yes, I think I'd better." - -It was easy to bring old Two Knives to another conference, and he -received his message with an "Ugh" which meant a good deal. He had -questions to ask, of course, and the Captain gave him as large an idea -as he thought safe of the strength and number of the Apaches. - -"Let 'em come, though. If we stand by each other, we can beat them off." - -"Not wait for Apaches to come," said To-la-go-to-de. "All ride after -them to-night. Pale-faces ride with Lipans." - -That was a part of the agreement, but it had not been any part of the -intention of Captain Skinner. - -"We're in for it, boys," he said, when he returned to his own camp. "We -must throw the redskins off to-night. It's time to unload that wagon. -We're close to the Mexican line. Every man must carry his own share." - -"Guess we can do that." - -"I don't believe we can. It'll be as much as a man's life's worth to be -loaded down too much with all the riding we've got before us." - -"We won't leave an ounce if we can help it." - -"Well, not any more'n we can help." - -It was a strange sight, a little later, the group those ragged, -weather-beaten men made around their rescued wagon, while their leader -sat in front of it with a pair of scales before him. - -"Some of the dust is better than other some." - -"So are the bars and nuggets." - -[Illustration: "EVERYTHING'S GOT TO GO BY WEIGHT. NO ASSAY-OFFICE IN -THIS CORNER OF ARIZONA."] - -"Can't help that," replied Captain Skinner. "Everything's got to go by -weight. No assay-office down in this corner of Arizona." - -So it was gold they were dividing in those little bags of buckskin that -they stored away so carefully. Yellow gold, and very heavy. - -Pockets, money-belts, saddle-bags, all sorts of carrying places on men -and horses were brought into use, until at last a miner exclaimed: - -"It's of no use, boys. I don't care to have any more load about me. -Specially if there's to be any running." - -"Or any swimming," said another. - -"Swimming! I've got enough about me to sink a cork man." - -"And I've got all I keer to spend. Enough's as good as a feast, I say." - -One after another came to the same opinion, although Captain Skinner -remarked: - -"We're not taking it all, boys. What'll we do with the rest?" - -"Cache it. Hide it." - -"For the Lipans to find the next day? No, boys; we'll leave it in the -wagon, under the false bottom. That's the safest place for it, if any of -us ever come back. No redskins ever took the trouble to haul a wagon -across the mountains. It'll stay right here." - -The "false bottom" was a simple affair, but well made, and there was -room between it and the real bottom to stow a great deal more than the -miners were now leaving. - -They would have had no time to dig a hiding-place in the earth if they -had wanted to, for messengers came from To-la-go-to-de before sunset to -tell them he was nearly ready to start, and from that time forward the -keen eyes of strolling Lipan horsemen were watching every step that was -taken in the camp of their pale-face allies. - -"If they want to know how much supper we eat," said the Captain, "we -can't help it. I only hope I can blind 'em in some way before morning." - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - -TIGER TOM. - -AN ADVENTURE ON THE WEST COAST OF AFRICA. - -BY DAVID KER. - - -"Any sign of a breeze yet, Mr. Brown?" - -"No, sir." - -"Humph!" - -The Captain's discontented grunt, as he ran his eyes over the lifeless -sea and the hot, cloudless sky, was certainly not without reason. To be -suddenly becalmed when one is in special haste to get home is at no time -the most agreeable thing in the world; but to be becalmed off the -pestilential coast of Western Africa, with food and water beginning to -run short, and good cause to expect an attack at any moment by an -overwhelming force of savages, might overtask the patience of Job -himself. - -"I guess we've just got to grin and bear it," muttered the Captain. "If -the niggers'll only keep as still as the air does! But I'll bet my last -dollar they won't. They must have seen us by this time, and a ship in -distress to _them_ is like an open door to a tramp." - -As he spoke, his keen eye wandered with a troubled look along the -endless line of the African coast, one impenetrable mass of dark thicket -as far as the eye could reach, except at one single point. Just -opposite, the becalmed vessel, a long, low reef of brown rock, masking -the mouth of a small river, broke the interminable perspective of -clustering leaves; and it was to this point that the Captain's watchful -look was most often and most anxiously directed. - -His uneasiness seemed to have infected the officers and the crew -likewise. Just abaft the foremast a tall, wiry Portlander was turning a -grindstone, upon which another sailor was sharpening in turn five or six -rusty cutlasses; while a gaunt, keen-looking fellow from Maine was hard -at work cleaning the Captain's double-barrelled shot-gun--unluckily the -only fire-arm on board. - -But there was _one_ on board who seemed to trouble himself very little -about the matter. This was the cabin-boy--a brown-faced, curly-haired, -bright-eyed little fellow, active as a leopard and fearless as a lion. -The way in which he was employed, amid all this bustle and anxiety, -would have rather astonished a stranger. With a piece of raw meat in his -hand, he dived down the fore-hatchway, ran along the low narrow passage -that led between-decks, and opening the door of a small dark recess just -abaft the store-room, called out, "Tom!" - -A very strange sound answered him, partly like the squall of a cat, and -partly like the growl of a wild beast. - -"He's hungry, poor old boy," said the lad, stepping forward and holding -the meat to the bars of a cage in the farther corner, through which was -dimly visible the gaunt outline of a young tiger, bought cheap in -Southern India by the Captain, who expected to make a profit by selling -it to some menagerie when he got home. For a tiger, it was tame enough; -but the only one of the crew for whom it showed any liking was the -little cabin-boy, who had named it Tom, after his favorite brother, and -never lost a chance of talking to it, always insisting that it -understood him perfectly. - -"You see, Tom," said he, as the tiger seized the meat, "there ain't much -for you, 'cause _we're_ gittin' short ourselves; but you'll have plenty -by-and-by, never fear." - -The beast rubbed its huge yellow head caressingly against the hand which -Jack thrust into the cage as unconcernedly as if he were only petting a -kitten, and lifted, in obedience to the familiar call of "Shake hands, -Tom," the mighty fore-paw, one stroke of which would have crushed the -boy like an egg-shell. - -But just as the two strangely assorted playmates were in the height of -their sport, a sudden clamor of voices from above startled them both. - -"Can't stop now, Tom," said the boy, as gravely as if he were excusing -himself to one of his messmates. "There's something up, and the -Captain'll want me to help him manage the ship, you know. By-by." - -And up he went like a rocket. - -When he reached the deck, the cause of the tumult at once became -apparent. From behind the low reef five rudely built native boats, each -with ten or twelve men on board, were creeping out toward the doomed -vessel. - -"They're coming now, sure enough," muttered the Captain through his set -teeth; "but I guess they won't be here for another twenty minutes yet, -for them boats o' their'n are too heavy and lubberly built to go fast. -Say, boys, we must fight for it now, for them black sarpints won't leave -a man of us livin' if they git the best of it. You that hain't got -cutlasses, take boat-hooks or capstan bars, and jist break a few -bottles, and scatter the glass around the deck: it'll astonish their -bare feet some, I reckon. Hickman, lay that grindstone on the gunnel, -and be ready to tip it over on to the first boat that comes alongside. -If these black-muzzled monkeys want our scalps, they've got to pay for -'em." - -The men obeyed his orders; but they did so with a subdued air which -showed how little hope they had of anything beyond selling their lives -as dearly as possible. - -In truth, the bravest man might have been pardoned for despairing in -such a situation. Even including the officers, the ship's company -(already thinned by storm and sickness) could muster only sixteen men, -while the savages numbered nearly sixty, all big and powerful fellows, -whose huge muscles stood out like coils of rope on their bare black -limbs. In weapons, again, the advantage, if there was any, was on the -side of the assailants; for although the latter appeared at first sight -to be unarmed, the Captain's spy-glass soon showed him clubs and spears -and bows, with one or two muskets as well. - -On came the human tigers over the smooth bright water, with the -cloudless blue of the tropical sky overhead, and the dark green mass of -clustering leaves, surmounted here and there by the tall slender column -of a palm-tree in the background. They had evidently chosen the heat of -noon for their hour of attack in the expectation of finding the white -men asleep; and there was a visible start among them as the Captain's -tall figure appeared from behind the main-mast, gun in hand. - -"Keep off!" roared he, as they made signs of wishing to trade. "Keep -off! you ain't wanted here." - -But seeing that they swept on unheeding, he let fly both barrels into -them, the double report being followed by a sharp howl from the foremost -boat as the buckshot rattled among its crew. Four out of the twelve -oarsmen were struck down, overthrowing several others in their fall, and -the clumsy craft, turning half round, lay completely helpless for -several minutes. But on came the other four boats, and ran alongside, -two to port and two to starboard. The carpenter launched his grindstone, -but the ponderous missile splashed harmlessly into the water within a -foot of the nearest boat, and in another moment the whole deck was -flooded with yelling savages, thirsting for blood. - -All that followed was like the confusion of a hideous dream--blows -raining, blood flowing, men falling, and death coming blindly, no one -knew whence or how. Despite the fearful odds against them, the American -sailors, fighting like men who fight for their lives, were still holding -their ground, when an exulting yell from behind made them turn just in -time to see the eight surviving rowers of the fifth boat (which had -crept up unperceived in the heat of the fray) clambering over the stern. - -Another moment and all would have been over, but just then a tremendous -roar shook the air, and a huge gaunt, yellow body shot up through the -after-hatchway, right among the startled assailants. Little Jack had -crept aft and let loose the tiger, which fell like a thunder-bolt upon -the blacks, four or five of whom lay mangled on the deck almost before -they could look round. - -This unexpected re-enforcement ended the battle at one blow. The -superstitious savages, taking the beast for an evil spirit raised -against them by the white men's magic, leaped panic-stricken into their -boats (some even tumbling into the sea in their hurry), and made off -with all possible speed. A light breeze, springing up from the eastward, -soon bore the vessel far beyond their reach. - -"Well done, Jack, my hearty!" cried the Captain, grasping the little -hero's slim brown hand with a force that made every joint crackle. "That -was a mighty cute trick of yours, and no mistake. I guess you'll make a -smarter sailor than any of us before you've done; and it sha'n't be my -fault if you don't git something good for this when we see New York -again." - -And the Captain kept his word. - - - - -[Illustration: CURLING-MATCH AT CENTRAL PARK, JANUARY 30.] - -THE GAME OF CURLING. - -BY SHERWOOD RYSE. - - -Curling is a Scotch game. For centuries past everybody who has been -anybody in the Land o' Cakes has played golf in the spring, summer, and -autumn, and curling in the winter; and wherever Scotchmen have gone to -live they have introduced their national games. - -For a good game of curling a sheet of clear ice and a number of -curling-stones are necessary. But what is a curling stone, or "channel -stane," as it is sometimes called, from the fact that stones found in -the channels of rivers were formerly used in the game? It is a large -stone, of such a shape as an orange would be if it were crushed down so -that its sides bulged out without breaking. The stone is generally about -twelve inches in diameter, and four or five inches high. It is polished -until it is perfectly smooth, and on the upper side it has a handle, -something like that of a smoothing-iron, so that it may be thrown with -greater ease and accuracy. Its weight is from thirty to fifty pounds, -but in days gone by heavier weights were used. One well-known curler -played with a stone weighing seventy pounds, and his uncle used one that -was even heavier. What a remarkable family that must have been! - -A match at curling is called a "bonspiel," and many a tale of -hard-fought bonspiels in the "auld countree" can an old Scot tell. But -we have bonspiels even here. On January 30 the great bonspiel of the -year in this country was played on one of the lakes in Central Park, New -York, and our artist has depicted the scene on this page. Americans were -matched against Scotchmen, and were not ashamed to suffer defeat at -their hands, for of late years American curlers have enjoyed more than -their share of victory. In this match eight rinks were prepared, and -four players of each side played at each rink. And now let us describe -the rink. - -It is a stretch of ice swept perfectly clean, and measuring forty-two -yards by eight or nine. A few feet from each end is a mark, called the -"tee," and around this a circle is drawn measuring fourteen feet in -diameter. This circle is called the "hoose." Each player has two stones, -and they take turns to throw their stones along the rink, and try to let -them stop as near the "tee" as they can. - -It may seem easy to throw the stone along the glassy surface of the ice -to that distance, and so it is. There are instances on record of a -curling-stone having been thrown across a pond a mile in width; but it -is not so easy to make the stone stop just where the player wants it to. -There are all sorts and varieties of play in this game. See, nearly all -the men have played their stones. The rink is thick with them at the far -end. Some are right up close to the "tee," most of them have reached -the "hoose," but some have fallen short. - -There is only one opening left by which a stone can reach the "tee." The -next player is unsteady. Can he get through, or had he better send a -slow one to close the "port" against the next player, his adversary? He -is a young player, and old heads are better than young ones in curling. -His "skip" (Captain) advises the latter course. But, alas! he throws too -gently. The stone seems tired out almost before it has reached the -middle of the rink. Then there arise shouts of "Soop! soop!" (sweep, -sweep), and his comrades fall to with a will, and sweep the ice in front -of the lagging stone as if life depended on it. - -What is the meaning of this? Well, it means that when a stone is -travelling very slowly, the least bit of snow is liable to bring it to a -stand-still, and so the players are armed with brooms to clear away -whatever snow may have been blown on the rink. - -Perhaps next to skill in throwing the stone, judgment in sweeping is the -most valuable accomplishment for a curler. It is very like working the -brake on a horse-car. If you do it too much, you stop the car too soon, -and the ladies have to get off in the mud instead of at the clean -crossing. So, in curling, if you do not sweep enough, the stone will -stop before it reaches the hoose; but if, on the other hand, you sweep -too much, the stone reaches the hoose, and perhaps passes the tee, and -then your opponents begin to "soop," and make the ice so smooth that -your stone passes clear out of the hoose, and so is lost, amid cries of -"Weel soopit!" (well swept). - -The last play of the "head," or end, is reserved by the "skips" of the -two sides, for they are always the best players, being chosen skips on -that account. The excitement grows intense. The way is blocked, but the -experienced eye of the skip sees how the stones lie. "Wick, and curl -in," cries an eager comrade, by which he means carom off an outlying -stone, and curl in so as to avoid the stones that lie in front. This the -skip does. By a peculiar turn of the wrist he gives a twist to his -stone, so that when it touches another stone it glances sharply off, and -avoiding the block, makes straight for the tee. - -When the last stone of the head has been played, the excitement of -counting begins. Only one side can count at one time, and that side can -only count as many as it has stones nearer to the tee than the nearest -stone belonging to the other side. Thus the nearest stone may belong to -the Scotchmen, and the next to the Americans, and after that the -Scotchmen may have three or four nearer than the next American stone; -but the Scotchmen can only count one. It often happens that the distance -is so nearly equal that it is impossible to decide between two stones, -and then the measuring string is produced to settle the claims of the -rival players. A bonspiel generally consists of twenty-one ends at each -rink, and as many rinks are used as are necessary to accommodate the -players, eight playing at each. - - - - -[Illustration: MR. THOMAS CATT AND FAMILY AT DINNER.] - - - - -BITS OF ADVICE. - -BY AUNT MARJORIE PRECEPT. - -PRESENCE OF MIND. - - -Presence of mind is that quality which leads a person to do the right -thing at the right moment. There are times of sudden peril, times of -accident, and times of illness when the person who has presence of mind -becomes the leader, and helps everybody else. - -If a fire break out in a building where a crowd is assembled, there is -often a panic, and people trample upon and kill each other in their -fright. Some months ago an alarm of fire was caused by the appearance of -smoke in a New York public school. Fortunately the lady principal was a -person who had presence of mind. She controlled herself and her pupils, -and they all marched safely into the street, without hurry or riot. She -knew what ought to be done, and she did it promptly. - -People who know what ought to be done do not always do it at once, -however, or they are flustered, lose their wits, and do something -dreadful. A very loving mother once scalded her baby so that it will -bear the marks of the burn for its life, because she lost her presence -of mind. She knew that a child in a convulsion should be put into a warm -bath, and in her terror she immersed her little one in a _boiling_ bath, -the hot water running from a faucet at that point of heat. - -A person whose clothing catches fire should be rolled at once in a rug, -or quilt, or large shawl, to stifle the flame. When a fire breaks out -anywhere the doors and windows should be shut as quickly as possible, to -prevent a draught. But most people rush out-of-doors, screaming, in -their terror, and others rush after them, throwing pails of water, or -doing anything but the right thing. If a person is wounded or cut, the -way to stop the flow of blood is to bandage tightly above the wound, -between that and the heart; but instances are not rare where people -bleed to death because nobody at hand has enough knowledge or presence -of mind to attend to this simple thing at once. Like other desirable -qualities, this one can be cultivated, and you may possess it as well as -another. - - - - -MISS HOLSOVER'S "TREASURE." - -A Story of St. Valentine's Day. - -BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. - - -"Mr. North!--please, Mr. North!" - -The voice, a delicate, childish one, seemed to be almost caught up and -whirled away in the snow-flakes. The speaker--a little boy of about -twelve years, scantily clad, and carrying a heavy basket--was running as -well as he could along the dreary country road, while he tried to make -himself heard by the invisible occupant of a wagon lumbering ahead of -him. - -It was a covered wagon, and to the boy's eyes it seemed to be the -embodiment of comfort and warmth. He was chilled to the bone, thoroughly -tired, and disheartened. What could he do if Mr. North failed to hear -him? - -But he did not. Suddenly he pulled up his horses, and peered around him -in the gloomy twilight. - -"Be some one a-calling?" he said, loudly. - -"Yes, sir, please." The boy's voice was just audible. - -"Why," said Mr. North to himself, "derned if that bean't Miss Holsover's -boy!" - -It _was_ Miss Holsover's nephew, Jesse Grey, and he was soon at the side -of the wagon, looking up into the driver's kindly weather-beaten face. - -"Oh, please, Mr. North," the little fellow said, trying to get his -breath, "I'm so tired! and I thought, perhaps, you'd give me a lift." - -"Of course I will," Mr. North answered, good-humoredly. "Come, can ye -git in there?" and he lifted the little figure into the back of the -wagon, where, with many bundles, there was a pile of straw. "You be -about as wet as water. I declare to mercy! Where _hev_ you been?" - -Jesse was comfortably seated on the straw by this time behind Mr. -North's burly figure, and as the wagon jogged on he almost forgot his -fright and fatigue. - -"I've been in to market with butter and eggs," he said, "and brought -back a basketful of things for Aunt Jemima." - -"Humph!" Mr. North's exclamation was characteristic as he looked around -at the delicate face of the child, which had about it so many tokens of -refinement that it was hard to believe he really was the nephew of the -coarse, hard-featured woman who lived in grim seclusion at Holsover -Farm. - -"I say, Jesse," he said, shortly, "how comes it you be a relation o' -hern?" He jerked his head toward the cross-roads they were approaching. - -Jesse's face flushed. "I'm not, _really_," he said, with a little quiver -of the lip. "I know I have a real aunt somewhere in Boston, if I could -only find her; but Aunt Jemima never will tell me anything about her." -There was a pause, and then Jesse added, quickly: "Oh, Mr. North, _do_ -you suppose you could hunt for her when you go to Boston next time? Oh, -I know her name--Marian Lee. I know that because I have a book of hers. -'From Helen to Marian Lee,' it says in it, and Helen was my mother"--the -child's eyes looked very wistful and pleading. "And when Bill was home -he told me it was my aunt's, and she lived in Boston. I never could get -him to say any more." - -"Why, how come you to be up to Miss Holsover's?" - -Jesse shook his head. "I don't know," he answered. "I've always been -there." - -They jogged on a few minutes in silence. Jesse felt the soothing effect -of the warmth and stillness, and half dozed. Mr. North turned a -compassionate gaze on the sad young face which in sleep showed such worn -lines. - -"No Holsover blood there!" he muttered. - -Mr. North was the only expressman, or carrier, in this very obscure part -of the country. Twice a week he came and went, carrying letters and -packages, as well as occasionally a traveller, to the different villages -of towns about. Once a month he visited Boston. His own house stood on a -country road about three miles from Holsover Farm. There he lived almost -alone, his widowed mother being too infirm to be considered very much of -a companion for a hearty, burly, good-humored man like himself. - -The old farm-house in which Miss Holsover lived stood near the -cross-roads. It was a long low building with one story and an attic, -above which rose the slanting roof. Some old trees grew at one side, but -everything about it was dismal and uninviting to visitors. Miss Holsover -said she was glad of this. She liked to shut herself away as much as -possible from her fellow-creatures. - -Not a human being in all the country about ever remembered a sympathetic -word or look from her. She was a tall grim woman of sixty, with bushy -eyebrows, gray hair, and thin, bluish lips. What comfort she could take -in life every one wondered, but it was whispered that she was hoarding -money; that if the truth was but known, untold sums lay hidden somewhere -in the old house. - -Certainly Jesse Grey saw nothing of the kind. As the boy had said to Mr. -North, he did not know _how_ he had come to Holsover Farm. Jesse only -knew that he had "always been there." There were no dim remembrances in -his mind of any past which did not include the desolate house, and Miss -Holsover's cruel face and figure. The only variations in his -surroundings had been visits from the one human being Miss Holsover had -ever shown any fondness for. This was her reprobate nephew Bill. - -The boy had appeared and disappeared so many times in the course of -Jesse Grey's remembrance that he had felt as if he might expect him any -particularly windy night, or any time when things were going on a -little comfortably. For Bill's visits to the farm were his seasons of -terror. Bill was a coarse, violent-tempered lad, who delighted in -terrifying him in every way possible, who forced his so-called aunt into -new cruelties to the helpless child, and who seemed only to know that he -could suffer. - -Of late Jesse had begun to wonder when Bill would reappear. Last year, -just at this season, he had suddenly arrived, and how well Jesse -remembered his saying with a coarse laugh that he had come back as a -valentine! What _was_ a valentine? Jesse wondered. He looked at Mr. -North's spacious back a moment before he said, - -"Mr. North, can you tell me what a valentine is like?" - -Mr. North peered around with a queer smile at his little companion. -"Wa'al," he said, slowly, "there's all kinds. I think it's sort o' good -luck, or good wishes, like as if you wuz to do me a favor. I don't know -as I've seen many in my day. They hev 'em in store winders--paper -things, with Cupids; but they say on 'em, 'I'm your valentine.' Neow ef -eny one wuz to say he wuz _my_ valentine, he'd oughter do me a good -turn; seems to me as if a valentine _oughter_ be good luck." - -It was a long speech, and Mr. North delivered it with some difficulty, -flecking his horses with his whip now and then, and apparently taking a -great interest in the weather. - -"I wish _I_ could have something like a valentine, then," sighed Jesse. - -"Wa'al," said Mr. North, "ter-morrow's the day." - -But the boy only laughed sadly. - -The dark road suddenly seemed to come to an end. Jesse jumped up and -looked out. There across the fields lay the gloomy brown farm-house. He -felt his heart sink within him as he thanked Mr. North, got down from -the wagon, and taking the basket turned in at the gate. - -The door was opened with a click, and Miss Holsover stood there holding -a candle-light above her head. - -"'Sthat you?" she said, in a shrill voice. - -"Yes," answered Jesse. His entrance into the house was helped by Miss -Holsover giving him a decided push by the shoulders. - -Jesse put the basket down, and began at once taking off his coat. In -spite of his rest and little sleep, he was shivering with cold and -fatigue. - -"What's the matter?" said Miss Holsover, giving him another shake by the -shoulder. - -"I'm wet and tired," said Jesse, timidly. - -"Wet and fiddlesticks!" retorted the old lady. "None of that nonsense! -You've plenty to do to-night, let me tell you. I'm goin' across fields." - -Jesse knew what this meant. Once in a while Miss Holsover took it into -her head to pay a visit to a cousin of hers living at the next -village--"across fields," as she called it. These nights were the -child's especial horror. Unhappy as was the farm-house _with_ Miss -Holsover, it had an element of terror for the child when he was left -alone--and then on such a night! Jesse stood still a moment looking at -Miss Holsover with dilated eyes, anticipating all the horrors of the -lonely evening; not all the work he knew there was left for him to do -would keep him from being frightened at every gust of wind that blew -around the old house, or moaned in the group of cedar-trees. - -"Don't stand gapin' like that," exclaimed Miss Holsover. "Sit down and -eat your tea, and then go out and do your chores." - -Jesse obeyed. The supper--some weak milk and stale bread--was soon -eaten, and then he followed Miss Holsover, who laid his work out, and -gave him his instructions for the night. He was to perform the tasks she -had set him, and not think of going to bed until she returned. - -Jesse was too well accustomed to the hardships of his life to rebel -against anything. He stood still, listening quietly, and even helped the -old lady to go away in comfort. - -Instead of going at once to work, he knelt down a moment before the -fire, thinking about the questions Mr. North had asked him. - -Jesse never knew how it came into his head that _perhaps_ there might be -some escape for him. I suppose that in the loneliness of his position -that evening, and with the fear of being by himself in the desolate -house, there came a certain sense that he could do as he pleased. Then, -too, he knew absolutely nothing of the world, and it gradually seemed to -him quite feasible that he should run away, and try to find his real -aunt in Boston. - -His plan, childish as it was, developed very quickly. Jesse had an idea -that he could walk very far before morning, and that he might meet Mr. -North somewhere on the way. He knew there was no time to lose, and so, -running up to his little attic room, he began hastily putting together -such things as seemed necessary for his long journey. The book with his -aunt's name was carefully tied up in the bundle. Jesse thought that the -name written there might perhaps help him in some way. - -He had only a small bit of candle, and it so happened that this went out -before he had quite finished his preparations. He was standing by the -little dormer window, and almost at once he felt rather than saw the -gleam of a lantern. It was moving, and seemed to come from the barn -loft. In a moment there was a second flash, and this time it illumined a -man's figure. - -Jesse shrank back in fear and trembling. Who could it be? But though -afraid of the lonely house, it frightened him still more to think of not -finding out who was in the barn. He hesitated but a moment, and then -sped down stairs, and creeping across the space between the house and -barn, slowly unlatched the door. He was scarcely inside the barn before -he caught the sound of voices. Two men were speaking, and Jesse's heart -sank within him as he recognized one voice as that of Bill Holsover. - -The boy's feet seemed rooted to the spot. He was standing just by the -ladder leading to the loft, and in the absolute stillness and darkness -it was easy to hear what the men were saying. The first sentences were -of no importance, but suddenly the strange voice said, - -"Do you know where she keeps it?" - -Then came Bill's answer: "I'm most sure it's in the cupboard to the -right of the fire-place, under the floor." - -"Will there be trouble getting it?" - -"Not if we make sure she's in bed. There's that little young 'un around; -but we won't have any trouble keepin' him quiet." - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - -BRAN'S CONSCIENCE. - - -There is not the slightest doubt that Bran had a conscience. No dog who -was not fully aware that he had misbehaved himself, and deeply penitent -on account of it, could have shown so much sorrow and contrition. - -We were staying at Yarmouth, and Bran, who was allowed perfect liberty, -was _lost_ for one entire day. - -At night, just before the house was shut up, he made his appearance, -very tired and travel-stained. Being met at the hall door, he was -rebuked, and his offered paw not taken, in token that he was in -disgrace. - -His nightly resting-place was a cellar, where he had a comfortable straw -couch provided for him, and his usual custom was to run down stairs -immediately to his bed and supper; but on this evening he remained at -the top of the stairs, and cried and whined piteously. - -Presently my brother said, "You must come and make it up with Bran, or -the poor fellow will cry there all night." - -Accordingly we opened the door, and one by one shook Bran's paw in sign -of forgiveness, whereupon he quietly walked down stairs, and after -eating his supper with avidity, curled himself up on the straw and went -to sleep. - - - - -OUR BALLOON. - -BY JIMMY BROWN. - - -I've made up my mind that half the trouble boys get into is the fault of -the grown-up folks that are always wanting them to improve their minds. - -I never improved my mind yet without suffering for it. There was the -time I improved it studying wasps, just as the man who lectured about -wasps and elephants and other insects told me to. If it hadn't been for -that man I never should have thought of studying wasps. - -One time our school-teacher told me that I ought to improve my mind by -reading history, so I borrowed the history of _Blackbeard the Pirate_, -and improved my mind for three or four hours every day. After a while -father said, "Bring that book to me. Jimmy, and let's see what you're -reading," and when, he saw it, instead of praising me, he-- But what's -the use of remembering our misfortunes? Still, if I was grown up, I -wouldn't get boys into difficulty by telling them to do all sorts of -things. - -There was a Professor came to our house the other day. A Professor is a -kind of man who wears spectacles up on the top of his head and takes -snuff and doesn't talk English very plain. I believe Professors come -from somewhere near Germany, and I wish this one had staid in his own -country. They live mostly on cabbage and such, and Mr. Travel's says -they are dreadfully fierce, and that when they are not at war with other -people, they fight among themselves, and go on in the most dreadful way. - -This Professor that came to see father didn't look a bit fierce, but Mr. -Travers says that was just his deceitful way, and that if we had had a -valuable old bone or a queer kind of shell in the house, the Professor -would have got up in the night, and stolen it and killed us all in our -beds; but Sue said it was a shame, and that the Professor was a lovely -old gentleman, and there wasn't the least harm in his kissing her. - -Well, the Professor was talking after dinner to father about balloons, -and when he saw I was listening, he pretended to be awfully kind, and -told me how to make a fire-balloon, and how he'd often made them and -sent them up in the air; and then he told about a man who went up on -horseback with his horse tied to a balloon; and father said, "Now listen -to the Professor, Jimmy, and improve your mind while you've got a -chance." - -The next day Tom Maginnis and I made a balloon just as the Professor had -told me to. It was made out of tissue-paper, and it had a sponge soaked -full of alcohol.[3] and when you set the alcohol on fire the tumefaction -of the air would send the balloon mornamile high. We made it out in the -barn, and thought we'd try it before we said anything to the folks about -it, and then surprise them by showing them what a beautiful balloon we -had, and how we'd improved our minds. Just as it was all ready, Sue's -cat came into the barn, and I remembered the horse that had been tied to -a balloon, and told Tom we'd see if the balloon would take the cat up -with it. - -[3] We would caution our boy readers in regard to the terrible results -that may come from pouring alcohol on burning substances. The flame will -catch the stream as it falls, and, mounting to the bottle, accidents of -the most disastrous character may ensue. - -[Illustration: "PRESENTLY IT WENT SLOWLY UP."] - -So we tied her with a whole lot of things so she would hang under the -balloon without being hurt a bit, and then we took the balloon into the -yard to try it. After the alcohol had burned a little while the balloon -got full of air, and presently it went slowly up. There wasn't a bit of -wind, and when it had gone up about twice as high as the house, it stood -still. - -You ought to have seen how that cat howled; but she was nothing compared -with Sue when she came out and saw her beloved beast. She screamed to me -to bring her that cat this instant you good-for-nothing cruel little -wretch won't you catch it when father comes home. - -Now I'd like to know how I could reach a cat that was a hundred feet up -in the air, but that's all the reasonableness that girls have. - -The balloon didn't stay up very long. It began to come slowly down, and -when it struck the ground, the way that cat started on a run for the -barn, and tried to get underneath it with the balloon all on fire behind -her, was something frightful to see. By the time I could get to her and -cut her loose, a lot of hay took fire and began to blaze, and Tom ran -for the fire-engine, crying out "Fire!" with all his might. - -The firemen happened to be at the engine-house, though they're generally -all over town, and nobody can find them when there is a fire. They -brought the engine into our yard in about ten minutes, and just as Sue -and the cook and I had put the fire out. But that didn't prevent the -firemen from working with heroic bravery, as our newspaper afterward -said. They knocked in our dining-room windows with axes, and poured -about a thousand hogsheads of water into the room before we could make -them understand that the fire was down by the barn, and had been put out -before they came. - -This was all the Professor's fault, and it has taught me a lesson. The -next time anybody wants me to improve my mind I'll tell him he ought to -be ashamed of himself. - - - - -[Illustration] - -MAKE WAY FOR HIS MAJESTY! - - - Oh dear! what a fuss! It is certainty true. - Sweet Love is our ruler, whatever we do. - The lions and tigers his dainty whip feel; - He harnesses both to his chariot wheel. - Oh, none can escape. The eagle's fleet wing - Is no manner of use, or the hare's rapid spring. - The ostrich may stride, the eagle may fly, - But Love is their ruler--he ever is nigh. - The quick little rogue, with his whip and his wings, - He is ever about, and he ruleth all things; - And Mollie and Ted, as they hurry along, - Are only two more in his worshipping throng. - - Oh, Love in the school-room has tenses and moods. - And Love in the kitchen quite often intrudes, - And Love o'er the ledger drops fancies of bliss. - Till the figures get mixed with the thought of a kiss; - And Love on the avenue raises his cap - To Love in the parlor with work in her lap, - And Love in a cottage or Love in a palace - Drink nectar alike from a cup or a chalice: - Let cross people scold, and let prim people frown. - Love reigns like a prince both in country and town. - Hurra for sweet Cupid! Ye laggards, give way, - While the lads and the lasses greet Valentine's Day. - - - - -"AS STUPID AS A GOOSE." - - -This is a very common saying indeed, and is used to denote the extreme -of stupidity, and as regards geese in general it is near enough to the -truth. - -But all geese are not stupid. History tells us that the cackling of -geese once saved the city of Rome, and we find in a Scotch newspaper the -following instance of sagacity and reasoning on the part of a persecuted -goose: - -"A haughty and tyrannical chanticleer, which considered itself the -monarch of a certain farm-yard, took a particular antipathy to a fine -goose, the guardian of a numerous brood, and accordingly, wheresoever -and whenever they met, chanticleer immediately set upon his antagonist. -The goose, which had little chance with the nimble and sharp heels of -his opponent, and which had accordingly suffered severely in various -rencontres, got so exasperated against his assailant that one day, -during a severe combat, he grasped the neck of his foe with his bill, -and dragging him along by main force, he plunged him into an adjoining -pond, keeping his head, in spite of every effort, under water, and where -chanticleer would have been drowned had he not been rescued by a servant -who witnessed the proceeding. From that day forward the goose received -no further trouble from his enemy." - -Another writer gives the following incident, which he says was witnessed -in the north of England: - -"One morning, during very cold weather, the geese on a large farm were, -as usual, let out of their roosting-place, and, according to their -custom, went directly to the pond on the common. They were observed by -the family to come back immediately, but you may guess their -astonishment when in a few minutes the geese were seen to return to the -pond, each of the five with a woman's patten in its mouth. The women, to -rescue so useful a part of their dress from the possession of the -invaders of their property, immediately made an attack, but the waddling -banditti presented such a stout resistance that it was not till some -male allies were called in that a victory could be obtained." - -It would have been interesting had the geese been let alone, as we shall -never know what they intended doing with those pattens. Who knows but -they might have devoted them to some purpose that would have won geese a -reputation for wisdom for all time? - -So much for the saying, "As stupid as a goose." - - - - -[Illustration] - -THE NIGHTINGALE'S LESSON. - - - _"Unlearned is he in aught_ - _Save that which love has taught,_ - _For love has been his tutor."_ - - - - -[Illustration] - -OUR POST-OFFICE BOX. - - - The sweetest of letters. - Miss Bessie, for you, - From bonny Prince Charlie - Or Little Boy Blue. - - The brightest of letters, - Sir Arthur, for you. - From fair Lady Edith - Or dear little Sue. - - Your name is not Arthur? - Your name's not Bess? - Peep into your letter;' - You'll find it, I guess. - - For the loveliest missives - Are flying all round - As thick as the white flakes - That fly to the ground. - - And Our Post-office Box, - Like a ship in the bay, - Is crammed and is jammed - This Valentine's Day. - - * * * * * - - DETROIT, MICHIGAN. - - The other night, about eleven o'clock, as my father and Mr. - Sherrill (he is a student, and my father is a doctor) were reading - in the office, they heard a noise on the steps, and my father went - out, and saw a large owl right before him. So he threw a rubber - cloak over him, and brought him in, and Mr. Owl screamed and yelled - like anything, but he was put safely into a bushel basket, and a - cover clapped over it. The next morning we went out on the steps, - and found a large dead rat, which the owl had brought there with - the purpose of eating. The following night we let him go. - - ROYAL T. F. - - * * * * * - - NEW YORK CITY. - - My name is Paul. I live in New York, near Central Park. I am five - years old, and go to school. My teacher is my beau. My teacher is - Miss Lizzie C. I love her. I printed this all on my slate myself, - and my mamma copied it off for me. I can draw a boat; and I can - draw it nice, too. My big brother has a big boat. Susie helped me - spell all the big words in this letter. Susie is eight. She is my - sister, and she had a big French doll named Eva. Naughty Charlie - broke Eva's head, and Susie cried. Charlie is our baby girl. We - haven't any cat or dog, but the firemen on our block have a nobby - little dog named Prince, and we boys all play with him. He - sometimes follows me into our house, and we think he is so cute. I - drew the boat all myself. Don't you think it a nice one? - - PAUL L. L. - -Yes, Paul, the boat you drew in your letter was very well done indeed -for such a little boy. You must send us some Wiggles. - - * * * * * - - CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS. - - I live in Cambridge, very near the famous Washington Elm, of which - you gave an illustration in Vol. I., No. 25, page 340. It does not - look very much like that now, but resembles any other large old - tree, and has an iron fence around it, and an upright slab, with an - inscription, saying, - - Under This Tree - - WASHINGTON - - First Took Command - - of the - - American Army. - - July 3d. 1775. - - It is on Garden Street. On the north side is the Common, on the - southwest is the Shepard Congregational Church. Near to this, - though on another street, is Longfellow's house. I had Miss Anna - Longfellow for my Sunday-school teacher last Sunday. I very much - liked the picture in YOUNG PEOPLE entitled "Little Dreamer." I have - had the two volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE bound in your handsome - cover. I am glad to have Tuesday come, because I get my paper on - that day. - - ARTHUR M. M. - - * * * * * - - WASHINGTON, D. C. - - My name is Eugenia A. I am nine years old, and my sister Bessie is - five. Every summer we go to visit our Aunt Ella in Pennsylvania, - near Pittsburgh. Last summer we made the journey alone, changing - cars at Cumberland. The conductor helped us, and a gentleman was at - the last station to help us off, and take care of us. We had a - trunk and a lunch basket. When mamma was packing, papa said she - might as well take the trunk for our lunch and the basket for our - clothes. Aunt Ella came down for us, and bought me a large doll, - which I named Mignonette, and a set of dishes, and Bessie two dolls - and a rocking-chair. We hunted eggs, and tried to milk, and had a - good time. Aunt Ella sends me YOUNG PEOPLE, and Bessie _Our Little - Folks_. - - * * * * * - - CHICAGO, ILLINOIS. - - I am going to tell YOUNG PEOPLE about my great fishing last summer. - I went to Milwaukee on an excursion, and staid there a few days. - While there I thought I would go a-fishing. So I went one morning - early, and staid on the pier until noon, but did not catch a single - fish, missed a half-day's pleasure while there (because there were - other places I could have gone to), spent nearly all my money for - car fare, lost my fishing-tackle, and, besides, broke my - fishing-pole, and since that time I have not been fishing. - - F. E. K. - -You had quite a day of disappointment. But we have no doubt other -fishermen have at times had equally bad luck, and the only way to do is -to take such misfortunes philosophically. - - * * * * * - - NEW YORK CITY. - - I am nothing but a little white mouse, and I am almost two years - old. I was born in a market, and my mate and I were bought by a - little girl. I have had over twenty babies, and have only one left. - My mistress lets us run around the room once a day to exercise - ourselves. One evening she let us run out as usual, and my son that - I have now and his little sister were about two weeks old. My - grandmistress had company, and my mate ran right under the rockers, - and was killed instantly. My troubles seemed to come right in a - bunch, for a few days after, my little daughter was carried down - stairs by the old cat. My mistress weighed me and my little son - this morning, and I heard her say I weighed one-sixteenth of an - ounce, and my son one-fourth of an ounce. My mistress takes YOUNG - PEOPLE, and I often hear her say it is the nicest little paper she - ever read. I have travelled about a great deal, and my name is - - LITTLE MOTHER MOUSE. - -Ever so many thanks to Maud for helping her pretty white mouse to write -this tragic tale. - - * * * * * - - CLANTON, ALABAMA. - - I live in a little town of about three hundred inhabitants. It is - only eleven years old, though, and builds up tolerably fast; don't - you think so? About half a mile from this place there is an old - field in which we think there must have once been an Indian battle - fought, because the ground is almost covered with broken arrow and - spear heads. My brother and I found some that were perfect. He - found one that was stained with blood. - - JOHN NAT T. - - * * * * * - - NEWARK, NEW JERSEY. - - I go to school every day. We have HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE in our - school, and I have taken it at home from the first number. We are - soon to have an entertainment, which is going to be splendid. I - wish you could attend it. Our principal is a very nice man when he - has no boys to punish. I think he does not like to punish boys. We - have a very nice teacher. At the end of the last term the pupil who - had received the greatest number of merits was rewarded by an - elegant medal. Her name was Nellie A. The best writer received a - story-book, and the scholar with the highest average a silver - napkin-ring. Do you not think it is very nice for the teachers to - present the best scholars with handsome presents? In the last class - that I was in I received the medal. It was made out of solid - silver, with a bar attached to a round plate by a little chain. On - the bar the word Merit was engraved: on the medal there was a - wreath, inside of which were my initials. - - C. F. K. - - * * * * * - - MOUNT PULASKI, ILLINOIS. - - I am a little girl eight years old. My home is in Mount Pulaski, - Illinois. I am not going to school this winter. I have had the - typhoid fever, and now have the whooping-cough. My papa hears me - say my lessons at home, so that I may not get behind my class. I - read in the Fourth Reader, and study spelling, arithmetic, and - geography. I have two pet rabbits, and I keep them in a cage. They - are black and white. I shall turn them out in the spring. We have a - little niece at our house. She is two years old, and her name is - Ella. Her mother died last fall. - - LENA A. A. - -We are glad, dear, that you are safely through the typhoid fever, and we -advise you to study very little, and play a great deal for a good while -to come. Never mind if your class does get on a little faster than you -can. Health is more important for you just now than rapid progress in -study. - - * * * * * - - URBANA, OHIO. - - I have taken HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE from the first number. My mamma - reads me all the stories and letters, and I enjoy them very much. I - have several pets: a white rabbit, which is very pretty, a - large-yellow-striped cat named Tiger, but called Tige for short, - and two canaries. I have also quite a case of butterflies, which I - caught last summer. Some of them I took when caterpillars, and fed - them until they spun their cocoons, and then watched them as they - came out. I am learning to read, write, and draw, but can not write - well enough yet, so mamma is writing this for me. I will not be - seven years old until next spring. - - JAMES A. N. - - * * * * * - - STOCKTON, CALIFORNIA. - - I think YOUNG PEOPLE is a very nice paper. I am nearly eleven years - old. I have a sister nine years old. A friend of mamma's told me - this story one day: A father was telling his little daughter that - the earth turned around once every twenty-four hours. The little - girl sat quietly on his knee for a few minutes, and then said, - 'Papa, I do think I feel a little dizzy.' She lisped a little bit. - I got a great many nice things Christmas. Papa gave me a gold pen. - We have a pet canary-bird. - - LOUIE E. P. - -Did you write your letter with your new pen? We think so, it was so -beautifully written. - - * * * * * - - WENTWORTH, NEW HAMPSHIRE. - - My brother Harry has taken YOUNG PEOPLE a year, and we like it very - much. I read about the little girls' dolls in their letters, and - want to tell them about mine. I have eight. Papa says he don't know - about supporting so many children for me. I had a large wax doll at - Christmas last year; her name is Jennie, a small one this year, - named Florence, and one named Mamie, and others named Budge, Todie, - and George. I have a very large cat named Nicodemus. There are no - children but my brother Harry and myself. He is thirteen, and I am - seven. Harry takes HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE and _Wide Awake_ magazine, - and I _Our Little Ones_ and the _Pansy_. I go to school when we - have one, and can read all our papers; but can only write in - printing, so I asked mamma to write this for me. Please give my - love to all the little girls. - - L. ADDIE M. - - * * * * * - - SOUTH AMBOY, NEW JERSEY. - - I am twelve years old. I am going to tell you about the little - canary-bird we have. When we first got him, several years ago, his - eyesight was perfectly good. We used to let him fly around the room - with another canary-bird we had. That canary-bird died, and the - other bird gradually got blind in one eye, and then in the other; - and now he is perfectly blind. But he sings from morning until - night. We have to cover him in the morning, he sings so early he - wakes us up before the time. You can hear him singing all over the - house during the day. Children, how much happier ought we to be, - who have our eyesight, than this poor little blind canary! - - JULIA S. - - * * * * * - - HASTINGS. - - I write to tell you that I have learned the names of all the Kings - and Queens of England, and the dates of their coronation; I learned - them in just one week. I have to walk nearly two miles to school. I - have no brother or sister; my sister Ella died one year ago, and - was buried on my ninth birthday. I want to tell you about a - trout-pond we have on our farm, and how we raise the little - speckled trout. We put their spawn on wire screens in a wooden - trough, and let spring water run through it. It takes about fifty - days for them to hatch. When they are hatched, they have something - attached to their stomach which is called a food sac, and on which - they live for about forty days. After that is gone we have to feed - them. Last winter we hatched twenty thousand, and expect to raise - as many more this year. Trout spawn in November and December, and - the eggs are hatched in the winter. A few weeks ago my father - noticed his screens had been disturbed in the night. We set a trap, - and in the morning it had a musk-rat caught in it. My auntie takes - HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE for me, and I am very glad every week when it - comes. - - BERT CAMPBELL. - -In what State is your Hastings? You forgot to tell us. - - * * * * * - - BARDSTOWN, KENTUCKY. - - I want to tell you all what a nice pony I have. My papa presented - him to me when I was eight years old. I call him Leander. Oh, he is - perfectly splendid! and although I am only eight years and a - _little over_, I can ride and manage him quite well. I know some of - the little girls, and boys too, would laugh to see me when I start - off to school, which is only six or seven squares from home. I ride - every morning on my pony, and there is a little colored boy named - Ed, who lives in our family, who likes to ride so well that he runs - along beside me to school so that he can ride home alone. He thinks - it is jolly. - - I have the cutest little black-and-tan terrier, which I call Tim. I - just wish you _could_ see him. And then my papa and I have a very - fine mocking-bird, which we call Dick. - - I saw the letter of dear Rosie K. B., and know her very well; so, - dear Editor, please put my letter in, and see if anybody can guess - who I am. - - FLORENCE E. MCK. - - * * * * * - - BOWLING GREEN, KENTUCKY. - - I am a little boy nine years old, and I have a little dog just the - same age, named Fannie. She has been my constant companion ever - since I was six months old. I have two white rabbits, one named - Floss and the other Fleece. I would like some of the little boys - who have had some experience in raising rabbits to tell me how to - treat them. I have the smallest little pony you ever saw. He is - nearly white. I call him Santa. I live in the sweetest little city - in Kentucky. We have nice hills to coast on in the winter, and the - finest river in the world to go swimming in in the summer; it is - clear as glass on account of its gravel bottom. We go up to a - sand-bar, and jump off the sycamore logs into the water over our - heads. Sometimes fishing parties of young ladies and gentlemen come - by in boats while we are swimming, and in trying to hide ourselves - we look like so many turtles sitting on logs. I have two brothers - older than myself. I have no sisters, but I have a darling little - cousin. I called her Little Buttercup once, and she said, "You - tan't dink out of me." - - RICHARD T. - - * * * * * - - ABERDEEN, MISSISSIPPI. - - We are two little Southern girls, and live away down in - Mississippi. We read the YOUNG PEOPLE, and like it ever so much. We - are little girl neighbors. Emma and Eugenia are our names. We are - great friends, go to the same school, and take music lessons. - Eugenia's mamma gave her a Christmas tree. Emma received on it two - nice books and a ring, and Eugenia one book, one talking doll, and - a work-box. Our tree was just too lovely. We had it in our parlor, - and some other little girls were here. We were just too happy. We - wish Christmas would come oftener, and are sorry when it is over. - We have three pet cats, two gray ones and one yellow one. Eugenia - is very anxious for a canary. Mamma had two; the cat caught one, - and the owl caught one at night. That was a long time ago. We have - violets and white hyacinths in bloom. Mamma has a great many - flowers. - - If you do not think this too long, we would be so glad to see it in - print, as it is our first letter to the little people. Eugenia was - the first to take this little paper in Aberdeen, and now several - are taking it, mamma spoke so well of it to her friends. Emma has - three sisters. - - EMMA and EUGENIA. - -How we wish we had violets too! But we must wait a while in this -latitude for out-door flowers. - - * * * * * - -CLARA W.--Your little story about "May in Fairy-land" is very well -written, and we advise you to cultivate your taste for composition by -writing such stories frequently. - - * * * * * - -RUBY R.--Your dear little poem is put away safely in a pigeon-hole, but -not to stay there forever. If you have patience to wait until the year -rolls around again, you will probably see it in Our Post-office Box. - - * * * * * - -FRANK B. B.--You are very kind to read the stories in YOUNG PEOPLE to -your little sisters, and we are glad to hear about your fun with your -sled and velocipede. There is not room for your letter, nor for those of -at least a hundred other boys, but we will be pleased to hear from you -again. Why don't you solve some of the puzzles? - - * * * * * - -FLORENCE.--Read what I said to Rita in last week's paper. - -Isn't it fun to put your dollies to bed at night? We hope you undress -them carefully, little girls, and fold up their garments, and put on -their night-gowns nicely. Here is a rhyme for you to sing to them when -they are going to sleep: - -A BED-TIME SONG. - - Hushaby, baby--now, baby, don't cry; - You are quite safe, dear, when mother is by. - Lullaby, dolly, lie still now, and rest, - Safe in your cradle as bird in a nest. - - Hushaby, baby--now, baby, be good; - Only the naughty are angry and rude. - Lullaby, dolly, to-morrow you'll ride - Out in your carriage, with me by your side. - - Hushaby, baby--you sweet little pet! - Mother is pleased when her baby don't fret. - Lullaby, lullaby, what shall I do? - For I am afraid I am half asleep too. - -And as we do not mean to neglect the boys, here is a song for them: - -HURRAH! - - Hurrah for the ice, - For the snow and sleet! - Hurrah for the wind - That is fierce and fleet! - - Hurrah for lessons! - Hurrah for fun - When lessons are over, - And school is done! - - Hurrah for the boys - Who are full of glee! - Hurrah for old winter! - The time for me! - - * * * * * - -LUCY P. N.--Mr. James Payn is writing a series of articles descriptive -of thrilling adventures, experiences, and disasters. They appear under -the general title of "Perils and Privations," and will be given from -time to time. They will not be dependent upon each other for interest, -but each will stand by itself. We are glad you like such reading. - - * * * * * - -Thanks to Mary P. L. for the spray of trailing arbutus from her mother's -window garden. It must be delightful to have this darling of spring -perfuming the sitting-room in midwinter. - - * * * * * - -Little correspondents will please write their address plainly at the -head of their letter--town, county, and State--in every case. We like to -know where you live as well as who you are. - - * * * * * - -The Editor of YOUNG PEOPLE can not conduct any business or supervise any -correspondence which concerns exchanges. Exchangers must write directly -to each other, to the addresses given in the notices, and not to the -care of Messrs. Harper & Brothers. - - * * * * * - -Exchangers will please address Vaux Chadwick, 44 St. George Street, -Toronto, Canada. In No. 116 his name was incorrectly printed Vance. - - * * * * * - -C. Y. P. R. U. - -Do you know, dear C. Y. P. R. U., that a princess named Kudsia Begum, -whose palace was at Bhopal, India, has lately died, leaving behind her a -very beautiful train of memories? This princess was very good to the -poor, and every month a great many aged and sick men and women received -a sum of money from her treasury. She also fed a great many forlorn -dogs; and as for the birds, hundreds of them built their nests around -her palace, and were tenderly cared for by the kind lady. - - * * * * * - -A Colorado correspondent sends us a slip from the Pueblo _Daily -Chieftain_, giving a thrilling description of the bravery of a boy -twelve years of age who was suddenly confronted by a savage beast. We -condense the account. The boy's name was Amos Bennett, and he lives at -the Carlile Springs Ranch. He started off one day lately, with his dog -Curly, to hunt rabbits, armed only with a gun loaded with small shot. -The boy and dog went up the gulch a little way, when the latter began to -tremble, whine, and take hold of his master's clothing, evidently urging -him to go back. Little Amos kept on, however, until, rounding a point of -rocks, he came on a huge mountain lion which had just killed a large -gray mare which was being wintered on the ranch. The monster left his -prey, and came gliding toward the boy, lashing his sides with his tail. - -The boy stood perfectly still, his dog crouching at his feet. He waited, -with his gun cocked and thrown forward, ready for the assault, -determined to sell his life dearly. When the lion sprang into the air, -the boy took steady and deliberate aim, and fired when the animal was -high in the air, the charge entering the animal's mouth, and passing out -through the top of its head, going directly through the monster's brain, -and killing it instantly, the animal dropping dead at the boy's feet. -The beast measured eleven feet and three inches from the end of its nose -to the tip of its tail, and was one of the largest and most powerful -animals of the kind ever seen in this section of the State. The young -hero of this exploit says that he does not think he was much scared, but -does not care to have his courage tested in that way again. - -Honor to the brave little fellow who did not lose his presence of mind -in those terrible moments. - - * * * * * - -Members of the C. Y. P. R. U. will find in this number, under the title -of "Picciola," a most interesting article by Mrs. Sophia Herrick, -illustrating some of the leading principles in the growth of plants. The -boys will be interested in an account by Sherwood Ryse of the Scottish -game of "Curling,", including the description of a match recently played -at Central Park. Aunt Marjorie Precept also gives us some excellent -hints how to act in sudden and dangerous emergencies, in her little -article entitled "Presence of Mind." - - * * * * * - -PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. - -No. 1. - -A NINE-LETTER DIAMOND. - -1. A letter. 2. A spider. 3. Inclosed. 4. A provider. 5. Endured, 6. -Scolds. 7. To prevent by fear. 8. Certain foreign coins. 9. A letter. - - RENGAW. - - * * * * * - -No. 2. - -ENIGMA. - - My first is in pen, but not in ink. - My second is in iron, but not in link. - My third is in wonder, but not in surprise. - My fourth is in danger, and also in disguise. - My fifth is in engine, and also in steam. - My sixth is in rafter, but is not in beam. - My whole is a something destructive and black, - And when it's in motion you'd better keep back. - - PERCY F. JAMESON. - - * * * * * - -No. 3. - -DOUBLE ACROSTIC. - -1. Purchasing. 2. A thief. 3. A drug. 4. A long dress. 5. High regard. -Primals--The envied of her sex. Finals--A servant. Combined--The -happiest of men. - - BOB. - - * * * * * - -No. 4. - -A WORD SQUARE. - -1. A city in France. 2. A part. 3. To rob. 4. A sluggard. 5. Prophets. - - BOB. - - * * * * * - -No. 5. - -A HALF-SQUARE. - -1. To refrain. 2. The east. 3. Stiff. 4. German for leg. 5. Termination. -6. A preposition. 7. A letter. - - W. D. M. - - * * * * * - -ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 117. - -No. 1. - -Pine. Oak. Maple. Elm. Ash. Beech. Fir. Apple. Pear. - -No. 2. - -Whip-poor-will. - -No. 3. - -Tubular. Pollen. Web. Wapiti. Emeu. Deer. Metamorphosis. Antennæ. -Chrysalis. Fin. Ornithorhynchus. - -With time and patience the mulberry leaf will become satin. - -No. 4. - -Clink. Clog. Lore. Wheel. Broom. Slush. Lash. - -No. 5. - -The letter R. - - * * * * * - -Correct answers to puzzles have been received from Jamie Richardson, -George E. McGreevey, "Gun Tzer," "Queen Bess," Belle T. Smart, Clara, -Nellie, John S. Payne, May and Harvey Ridgway. "Fill Buster," -"Lodestar," S. Brewster, William A. Lewis, Georgie Wardell, H. Jacobs, -C. N. B., George P. Deacon, Anna F. Brown, Mabel Strobridge, Robert -Andrews, Jun., "Rengaw," Arthur E. Dornin, Frank Lomas, Georgie Wardell, -Jessie Godine. - - * * * * * - -Answer to Enigma on page 224--Courtship. - - * * * * * - -[_For Exchanges, see 2d and 3d pages of cover._] - - - - -A FIRST VALENTINE. - - -[Illustration] - - - - -WHAT'S IN A NAME? - - -Here is a pastime for winter evenings that will compel the players to -keep wide awake unless they want to incur any number of forfeits. The -name of each person playing should be written on little pieces of card, -shaken together in a wide vase or bag, and drawn from it, so that all -the players have exchanged names, but they do not tell their new names -until they appear in the course of the game. - -At the beginning, one player alone does not put in his name, and does -not draw for a new one. This player now stands in the middle of the -circle, questioning the others, ordering them about, and trying in every -way to take them by surprise, so as to make them answer or stir at their -real names. - -After every ten questions or orders, the names are rapidly drawn from -the bag again. This leads to more and more confusion, because there -is an inclination not only to answer the sound of real names, but -that of the last names possessed. The questioner must have ten -counters--marbles, shells, or anything small--to give away, and a -counter has to be taken by any one who stirs for his own name, and by -any one who hesitates, forgetting to answer to the name which is drawn -by lot. - -When the ten counters are given away, the questioner sits down, puts his -name in the bag, and draws out another name, the owner of which has to -be questioner instead, and goes at once to stand in the middle. It will -be his object to get rid of the ten counters now, and the object of the -players to keep their wits clear, and not be taken by surprise. The -questions and orders should go very quickly, thus: "Give me your hand, -Mary." "Ethel and Tom, change places." "Pull your hair, Alfred." "Kate, -look miserable." "Have you long holidays, Kate?" "Ethel, count your -fingers." Or, with a change of tone, "What a pretty locket, Mary!" when -perhaps Tom is Mary for the time being, and Mary must not so much as -stir her head. - -The frequent changing of the names is necessary for the fun and -confusion in this game. - - - - -AN EXPERIMENT IN SWITZERLAND. - - -Scientific men have often to perform elaborate experiments for small -results, but in the present case the question at issue was both -interesting and instructive. Being desirous of testing the velocity of -sound between two places of different heights above the sea-level, two -Frenchmen arranged for a small brass cannon to be fired from the top of -a mountain in Switzerland (Faulhorn), and another from a little village -near Lake Brienz, 6500 feet lower than the former spot. The -cannon--which were those used by the homely villagers in their -festivals--were discharged twenty-eight times, and it was found that -though the speed of the sound was not affected by the height, there was -a very decided difference in the strength. - -The report from the cannon at the lake was well heard on the -mountain-top, while that from the latter was feeble, the strength of the -sound being found to depend partly upon the density of the air at the -place of its production, and not at the place of its being heard. - -Thus, in order to produce a sound whose intensity should be the same at -both spots, it was necessary to put eight parts of powder in the cannon -on the mountain for every seven used in the charge for the gun by the -lake. - - - - -[Illustration: FUN ON THE ICE--TREATING THE LADIES TO A SLEIGH-RIDE.] - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Harper's Young People, February 14, -1882, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, FEB 14, 1882 *** - -***** This file should be named 53297-8.txt or 53297-8.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/3/2/9/53297/ - -Produced by Annie R. 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