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diff --git a/58896-0.txt b/58896-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3f47e85 --- /dev/null +++ b/58896-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2189 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 58896 *** + + + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE] + + * * * * * + +VOL. III.--NO. 144. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS. NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, August 1, 1882. Copyright, 1882, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: BOB AND THE "GRIZZLEE BARE."] + +MR. STUBBS'S BROTHER.[1] + +[1] Begun in No. 127, HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + +BY JAMES OTIS, + +AUTHOR OF "TOBY TYLER," "TIM AND TIP," ETC. + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +COLLECTING THE ANIMALS. + + +It was quite a task to extract the porcupine quills from Mr. Stubbs's +brother, because the operation was painful, and he danced about in a way +that seriously interfered with the work. + +But the last one was out after a time, and the monkey was marched along +between Joe and Toby, looking very repentant now that he was in his +master's power again. + +"I tell you what it is," said Joe, sagely, after he had walked awhile in +silence as if studying some matter, "we'd better get about six big +chains an' fasten Mr. Stubbs's brother to the tent; 'cause if we keep on +tryin' to train him, he'll keep on gettin' loose, an' before he gets +through with it, we sha'n't have any show left." + +"I think that's the best thing we can do," panted Leander; "'cause if +all hands of us has to start out many times like this, some of the boys +will come up while we're off, an' pull the tent down." + +"We can tie him in the tent, and have him for a wild man of Borneo," +suggested Joe. + +"I guess we won't train him," replied Toby, rather sorry to deprive his +pet of the pleasure of being one of the performers, and yet fearing the +trouble he would cause if they should try to make anything more than an +ordinary monkey out of him. + +The pursuit had led the boys farther from home than they were aware of, +and it was noon when, weary and hungry, they arrived at the tent, where +they found the other party, who had given up the search some time +before. They had travelled through the woods without hearing or seeing +anything of the runaway, and had returned in the hope that the others +had been more successful. + +Leaving Mr. Stubbs's brother in charge of the partners, who, it was safe +to say, would now take very good care to prevent his escape, Toby +hurried into the house to see Abner. + +The sick boy was no better, Aunt Olive said, neither did he appear to be +any worse--he was sleeping then; and, after eating some of his dinner at +the table, and taking the remainder in his hands, Toby went out to the +tent again. + +He found his partners indulging in an animated discussion as to when the +performance should be given. + +Reddy was in favor of having it within two or three days at furthest; +Bob thought that, as Mr. Stubbs's brother was not to be one of the +performers, there was no reason for delay. + +All the others were of the same opinion, but Toby urged them to wait +until Abner could take part in it. + +To this Bob had a very reasonable objection: in two weeks more school +would begin, and then, of course, the circus would be out of the +question. If their first exhibition should be a success, as it +undoubtedly would be, they could give a second performance when Abner +should get well enough to attend it; and that would be quite as pleasing +to him as for all the talent to remain idle while waiting for his +recovery. + +Toby felt that his partners asked him to do only that which was fair. +The circus scheme had already done Abner more harm than good, and, as he +did not seem to be dangerously sick, it would be unkind to the others to +insist on waiting. + +"I'd rather Abner was with us when we had the first show," said Toby; +"but I s'pose it'll be just as well to go ahead with it, an' then give +another after he can come out." + +"Then we'll have it Saturday afternoon; an' while Reddy's fixin' up the +tickets, Ben an' I'll get the animals up here, so's to see how they'll +look, an' to let 'em get kinder used to the tent." + +Reddy was a boy who did not believe in wasting any time after a matter +was decided upon, and almost as soon as Toby consented to go on with the +show, he went for materials with which to make posters and tickets. + +His activity aroused the others, and all started out to bring in the +animals, leaving Toby to guard Mr. Stubbs's brother and the tent. The +canvas would take care of itself, so long as it was unmolested, but the +other portion of Toby's charge was not so easily managed. After much +thought, however, he settled the monkey question by tying Mr. Stubbs's +brother to the end pole, with a rope long enough to allow him to climb +nearly to the top, but short enough to keep him at a safe distance from +the canvas. + +By the time this was done, Ben arrived with the first installment of +curiosities. His crowing hen he had under his arm, and Mrs. Simpson's +three-legged cat and four kittens he brought in a basket. + +"Joe's got a cage 'most built for the hen, an' I'll fix one for the cat +this afternoon," he said, as he seated himself on the basket, and held +the hen in his lap. + +"You can't fix it if you've got to hold her," said Toby, as he brought +from the barn a bushel basket, which was converted into a coop by +turning it bottom side up, and putting the hen underneath it. + +Ben was about to search the barn for the purpose of finding some +materials with which to build the cat's cage, when a great noise was +heard outside, and the two partners left the tent hurriedly. + +"It's Bob an' his calf," said Ben, who had got out first, and then he +started toward the new-comers at full speed. + +It was Bob and his calf; but the animal should have been mentioned +first; for it seemed very much as if he were bringing his master, +instead of being brought by him. In order to carry his cage of mice and +lead the calf at the same time, Bob had tied the rope that held this +representative of a grizzly bear around his waist, and had taken the +cage under his arm. This plan had worked well enough until just as they +were entering the field that led to the tent, when Bob tripped and fell, +scaring the calf so that he started at full speed for the barn, of +course dragging the unfortunate Bob with him. + +Sometimes on his face, sometimes on his back, screaming for help +whenever his mouth was uppermost, and clinging firmly to the cage of +mice, Bob was dragged almost to the door of the tent, where the +frightened animal was finally secured. + +"Well, I've got him here, an' I hain't lost a single mouse," said Bob, +as he counted his treasures before even scraping the dirt from his face. + +Ben and Toby led the calf into the tent after some difficulty, owing to +the attempts of Mr. Stubbs's brother to frighten him, and then they did +their best to separate the dirt from their partner. + +In this good work they had but partially succeeded, when Reddy arrived +with a large package of brown paper, and his cat without a tail. This +startling curiosity he carried in a bag slung over his shoulder, and +from the expression on his face when he came up it seemed almost certain +that the cat's claws had passed through the bag and into her master's +flesh. + +"There," he exclaimed, with a sigh of relief, as he threw his live +burden at the foot of the post to which Mr. Stubbs's brother was tied. +"I've kept shiftin' that cat from one shoulder to the other ever since I +started, an' I tell you she can scratch as well as if she had a tail as +long as the monkey's." + +It surely seemed as if the work of building the cages had been too long +neglected, for here were a number of curiosities without anything in +which they could be exhibited, and the audience might be dissatisfied if +asked to pay to see a cat in a bag, or a hen under a bushel basket. + +Toby spoke of this, and Bob assured him that it could easily be arranged +as soon as all the partners should arrive. + +"You see, we've got to carry Mrs. Simpson's cat an' kittens home every +night, 'cause she says the rats are so thick she can spare her only +daytimes, an' we don't need a cage for her till the show comes off," +said Bob, as he bustled around again to find materials. + +Mr. Stubbs's brother demanded his master's attention about this time, +owing to his attempts to make friends with the calf. From the time that +this peaceful animal, who was to be transformed into a grizzly bear, had +been brought into the tent, the monkey had tried in every possible way +to get at him, and the calf had shown unmistakable signs of a desire to +butt the monkey. But the ropes which held them both had prevented the +meeting. Now, however, Bob detected Mr. Stubbs's brother in trying to +bite his rope in two, and it was considered necessary to set a guard +over him. + +Reddy was already busily engaged in painting the posters, despite the +confusion that reigned, and as his work would keep him inside the tent, +he was chosen to have general care of the animals--a task which he, +without a thought of possible consequences, accepted cheerfully. + +Leander and Joe came together, the first bringing his accordion, and +four rabbits in a cage, and the last carrying five striped squirrels in +a pasteboard box. + +Leander was the only one who had been thoughtful enough to have his +animals ready for exhibition, and the cage in which the long-eared pets +were confined bore the inscription, done in a very fanciful way with +blue and red crayons: "Wolves. Keep off!" + +This cage was placed in the corner near the band stand, where the +musician could attend to his musical work and have a watchful eye on his +pets at the same time. + +Reddy had been busily engaged in painting a notice to be hung up over +the calf; and as he fastened it to the barn just over the spot where the +animal was to be kept, Bob read, with no small degree of pride in the +thought that he was the fortunate possessor of such a prize: + +[Illustration: Grizzlee Bare from the Rockey Mountains] + +Then the artist went back to his task of painting posters, while the +others set to work, full of determination to build the necessary number +of cages, if there was wood enough in Uncle Daniel's barn. + +They found timber enough and to spare; but as it was not exactly the +kind they wanted, Toby proposed that they should all go over to the +house, explain the matter to Aunt Olive, and ask her to give them as +many empty boxes as she could afford to part with. + +As has been said before, Aunt Olive looked upon the circus scheme with +favor, and when she was called upon to aid in the way of furnishing +cages for wild animals, she gave the boys full permission to take all +the boxes they could find in the shed. They found so many that they were +able to select those best suited to the different animals, and yet have +quite a stock to fall back upon in case they should make additions to +their menagerie. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +ADVICE TO BOYS. + +BY H. C. VAN GIESEN, M.D. + +HOW TO RESTORE PERSONS APPARENTLY DROWNED. + + +Every boy should know how to swim, and it should be a part of every +boy's early education. But even good swimmers are exposed to the danger +of drowning; and to show what to do for an apparently drowned person is +the object of this article. When life is supposed to be extinct, proper +exertions will often restore the circulation, and establish breathing. +It is estimated that a minute and a half's submersion is sufficient to +cause death by drowning, and hence the necessity of rescuing a person +from the water as quickly as possible, and using restorative measures +promptly, is very great. + +As soon as the body is taken from the water, the feet and lower part of +the body should be elevated, and the head allowed to hang down, that the +water may be allowed to run out of the throat and mouth as much as +possible; then the clothing should be removed from the upper part of the +body, exposing the chest. The person should then be placed upon his +back, with a roll of clothing or something else convenient to form a +pillow, upon which the shoulders should rest. Then some one present +should take hold of the arms just below the elbow, and slowly raise them +above the head, so that the elbows may nearly touch on a line parallel +with the body; then as slowly bring down the arms to the side of the +chest, pressing the elbows firmly against the ribs. This movement must +be repeated many times, alternately extending the arms, and replacing +them by the side. The object is to cause expansion and contraction of +the chest walls, and thus mechanically causing the entrance of air into +and exit from the lungs. + +It is advisable, also, to see that the tongue has not fallen back into +the mouth, and in case it has done so, to seize it with the thumb and +finger, and draw it forward. Dashing cold water in the face may also be +tried. The feet and legs should be rubbed dry, and kept warm by wrapping +in dry clothing or blankets if they can be obtained. + +When the least sign of breathing is seen, the exertion should be +actively continued, and pressure made upon the chest wall at short +intervals to aid the expulsion of the air in the lungs, and allow fresh +air to enter. If ammonia is available, it should be poured on a +handkerchief, and held at a little distance from the nose at occasional +intervals; and when the breathing is established, if brandy or some +other stimulant, as whiskey or alcohol even, can be procured, a small +quantity, say half a tea-spoonful in a tea-spoonful or two of water, +should be cautiously given, and repeated in fifteen minutes. + +After animation is restored, the person should be wrapped up warmly in +blankets, and seclusion should be observed. + +Efforts such as these are often rewarded with success, and no one +recently taken from the water should ever be given up as drowned until +they are faithfully tried. It is never safe for a boy to go in swimming +alone, for unforeseen accidents may occur, such as cramps, or +entanglement in weeds. Some other hidden danger may spring up, as +unexpected force of current, or great depth of water, and then it is +safer by far to have help within calling distance. + +In cities, swimming-schools supply the place which nature affords to the +boy in the country. The feeling of security which a knowledge of the art +of swimming secures to its possessor compensates for all the danger and +trouble one is exposed to in acquiring it. + + + + +[Continued from page 612, No. 143, HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.] + +UP THE CREEK. + +BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. + + +They knew, but the very excitement of it kept them silent, and Quill +again gave up the oars to the stranger. He made short work of that +stretch of smooth, sunny water, and the _Ark_'s original crew were proud +of her. It seemed but a few minutes before she ran almost up on shore in +a little cove of the thickly wooded islet. + +"Magnificent! Ours by right of discovery. Boys, we must have a fire. You +go for loose sticks and things, while I kindle one." + +What could they do but shout their loudest, and dart away after supplies +of fire-wood? + +"He's got some matches," said Quill. "He's lighting a piece of paper. +He's kindling some brush." + +He was certainly a very remarkable man for two boy-boatmen to meet on a +cruise like the one in question, for, even while the bright blaze leaped +out through the first black smudge of smoke, he burst into another +foreign song. + +The stranger was standing by his fire, fanning it with his wide-brimmed +straw hat, and his closely trimmed curly head was bare. They could guess +that he was not more than twenty, and he was a very handsome young +fellow, if his clothes had not been so fine. + +"This is great," he muttered to himself. "First piece of genuine +out-and-out fun I've had since I got here. Hullo, what's this?" + +There had been an unnoticed rustle among the trees and bushes to the +right of him. + +"Please, sir, we--we--we're--are--are--all drownded." + +The words came out all broken to pieces by childish sobs, and there +stood a pretty little barefooted girl of eight or nine summers looking +up at him. Her rosy face was wet with tears, and the larger share of her +dress looked as if it were wet with Pawg Lake water. + +"Drowned, my dear? Is that so? Were you drowned?" + +"N-n-n-o--no, sir." + +"Were any of the rest drowned?" + +"N-n-n-o, sir, but Aunt Sally can't make the boat swim, 'cause there's +come a hole in it." + +"That's awful. Tell Aunt Sally to bring it to me, and I'll mend it." + +"She--she can't come. She's lost one of her shoes." + +"Is that so? We must go and hunt for that shoe." + +"We did hunt, and she got her feet wet. It's in the mud. 'Way down." + +"Boys, come on. We've got a shipwreck." + +"Hear that, Quill?" + +"See that girl, Mort? There's something happened. Come on." + +They stopped as they went by to throw their armfuls of sticks and bark +on the fire, and then they dashed after their dandy fisherman, who was +already following the eager leading of the wet little girl. She was in a +desperate hurry, and she led the way almost straight across the islet. +This did not contain more than a couple of acres of rocks and trees, and +was easy to cross; but there on the northern shore was a scene which +both Mort Hopkins and Quill Sanders understood at a glance. + +A large, square-nosed, rickety-looking old punt of a boat was pulled +part way up on a log at the water's edge, and anybody could see that one +of her worn-out bottom boards had fallen away bodily from its proper +place. + +"There's no sort of float in that thing," said Quill to Mort. + +"No, sirree; she's done for." + +"One, two, three, four, five, besides my little wet messenger," remarked +their grown-up friend. And then he added: "I declare! A young lady!" + +They saw him color slightly, too, as a tall, well-dressed, and quite +pretty girl of seventeen or near it slowly arose from the rock on which +she had been sitting. She did not come forward, and she was blushing, +and Quill whispered: + +"Mort, where's her other shoe?" + +"Lost it, I guess. They're awfully shipwrecked. Let's rescue 'em." + +"Hush! Hear that fellow talk. She's telling him all about it." + +There was very little to tell. She had taken her sister and niece and +some little girls who were visiting them out for a boat ride on Pawg +Lake. They all lived near the head of it. The girls danced about. The +boat began to leak. She rowed to the islet because it was nearest. She +tried to fix the loose board, and it came all the way off. They had been +there for hours. Nobody on shore knew where they were. + +"How many mothers are anxious?" asked the dandy fisherman. + +"Three, and quite a number of aunts and uncles and fathers." + +"We must put you ashore at once, then. I really can not doctor that +boat. Boys, may I land them in the _Ark_?" + +"Why, that's what we came for," said Quill Sanders, a little vaguely. + +"What they came for?" said the young lady, with one foot a trifle behind +the other. + +"Exactly," said the fisherman. "All the way from I don't know where. I'm +only a foremast hand. They are the captains and owners. Will you walk +over? No, please, I'll bring the _Ark_ around here." + +"Thank you, I wish you would." + +"Come on, boys. This is better fun than catching trout." + +"Well, it is," said Mort. + +"Mister," remarked Quill, "if we all crowd into the _Ark_, we'll sink +her." + +"We must look out for that. You and Mort stay here, and I'll row the +girls ashore, and come back after you." + +"Capital idea! We'll take her right around, and rescue 'em all." + +They did so; but just as they were pulling to the beach where the old +punt lay, Mort came out of a sort of thoughtful fit, and said, suddenly: + +"Guess it won't do, Quill. You and I'll stay and take care of the +island, while he puts the girls ashore." + +"I don't care. Let him." + +The pretty young lady was the first to remark upon the small size of the +_Ark_, and received for reply: + +"She's withered a good deal since Noah's time. If you'll take the stern +seat, I'll try and stow the rest in. The boys have volunteered to wait +here for me." + +"We shall crowd your boat." + +"Not at all; but there will be no room for them to dance out any of the +bottom boards. The passengers must keep still. Is it of any use to fish +around for your shoe?" + +"No, sir. It's in the mud. I stepped out in a hurry. It came off." + +[Illustration: THE SHIPWRECKED PARTY RESCUED BY THE "ARK."] + +"I see. Yes. Glad you took better care of the other. I'm sorry for that +shoe. Now, children--young ladies, I mean--if you don't want another +shipwreck, and all to be drowned again, you'll keep still till we get +ashore. If any of you wish to speak to me, call me Ham. All the rest of +the _Ark_'s original crew have gone somewhere." + +Away he pulled, and Quill Sanders and Mort Hopkins sat on the shore and +watched him, until the former exclaimed: + +"Mort, we might as well save the time. Let's go and eat something." + +"It's a big thing, Quill. We'll have an awful time getting home." + +The fire was blazing finely, and the two young discoverers found their +appetites all they could ask for. They even discussed the propriety of +cooking a trout or so, but decided that it would be better to catch some +fish for themselves. There were plenty of promising places along shore, +but the results astonished them. + +"Mort," said Quill, at the end of ten minutes, "did you ever know fish +to bite this way?" + +"Never. Got another. Here he comes--perch. What's yours?" + +"Hurrah! it's a pickerel." + +Not a very heavy one, but in he came, and the excitement of that next +hour of Pawg Lake fishing made it seem a wonderfully short one. + +"Quill," said Mort, "there he comes." + +"I knew he'd bring the boat back." + +"Of course he would." + +There he was in a few minutes more, smiling as ever, and remarking, +"Come along, boys; you are both wanted at Ararat." + +"Where?" said Quill. + +"Where the _Ark_ landed her passengers. Come along. I'm a dove, with no +end of olive branch in my mouth." + +They gathered their fish, and hurried into the boat, while he explained +that the long absence of that shipwrecked young lady and her younger +companions had stirred up a tremendous excitement along the shores of +Pawg Lake, and that their rescue was no small affair. + +"I have been kissed by any number of mothers and aunts, and have had to +shake hands with quite a large body of men. You boys must come and take +your share." + +"Don't you do it, Quill," said Mort. "Let's go right home." + +"Yes, mister. I say, give me the oars, and I'll start for the creek." + +"Couldn't think of it, my young friends. I gave my word I would bring +you ashore." + +There was no help for it, and in what seemed to them a terribly short +time Quill and Mort were the centre of a crowd of people in a big +farm-house. They were compelled to eat again until they could not eat +any more; but Quill remarked, in a whisper: + +"Glad none of 'em hugged me, Mort. That woman looked like it." + +The whole subject of the voyage of discovery came out, and when dinner +was over--it was supper too, and almost anything else--and the boys +declared they must set out for home, a big man, who owned the +farm-house, and was father of the young lady and her sister, and uncle +of the wet little girl, got up and said: + +"Home? Of course. Come on, boys. I've fixed all that." + +So he had; for there was the largest kind of a lumber wagon, with the +_Ark_ already in it, and a man holding the horses, ready to start. + +"That's our boat," said Quill. + +"So it is," said the dandy fisherman. "I'm going with you. It's the +first voyage of discovery that ever went home overland, ship and all." + +"Quill," whispered Mort just then, "either she's found her shoe, or she +had another pair." + +The young lady was blushing remarkably all the while they were getting +into the wagon, and the fisherman said "good-by" for the crew of the +_Ark_. + +When they reached Corry Centre, the driver pulled up in front of the +village tavern. + +"Here's your trout," said Quill, as their strange friend sprang lightly +out. + +"Keep 'em--keep 'em. Best day's fun I ever had. I'm coming down to hunt +you boys up to-morrow. Good-by. Take care of the _Ark_." + +"Good-by!" they both shouted as they were hurried away. But they had to +turn at once and answer the driver's question about where he was to go +next. + +They were glad enough to get home safe and sound; but even when the +_Ark_ was once more floating in Taponican Creek, near the bridge, Quill +and Mort had to look hard at her and at each other, and then at the +trout and their own strings of Pawg Lake fish, before they could quite +make up their minds that they had not been dreaming a good deal that +splendid Saturday. + +THE END. + + + + +[Illustration: "ME'S SICK."] + + + + +THE "FIRST GRENADIER OF FRANCE." + +BY C. W. FISHER. + + +How many of the young people have ever heard the story of that +simple-hearted, brave soldier of Napoleon's empire, so long known as the +"First Grenadier of France"? + +Born in the provinces, La Tour d'Auvergne received a thorough military +schooling, and entered the army when quite young. + +Throughout a career of nearly twoscore years, he served ever with +fidelity and distinction, yet always refused the promotion which was +constantly offered him, preferring, as he said, the familiar duties of +the grenadier to even the glories of a marshal. + +His wishes were, in a measure, respected. He held always the rank of +Captain, though eventually his command equalled in numbers almost ten +regiments. + +After his death, which occurred in action, there was instituted in the +regiment with which he had been connected, and by the express directions +of Bonaparte himself, a most touching tribute to his faithful service. +His name had never been stricken from the roll, and at its call, upon +the daily parade, the oldest veteran present would step forward, and +saluting, answer, "Died on the field of battle." + +The details of his history show that his life was well worthy the honors +thus paid to his memory, and many incidents are told of him which +illustrate his unselfish devotion to the profession he loved so well. + +Upon one occasion, being on furlough, he paid a visit to an old friend +in a section of the country as yet remote from actual war. + +While there, he learned that a detachment of several hundred Austrians, +having in view the prevention of a certain important movement of the +French, was on the march to a spot where this purpose could be easily +accomplished. To reach this they must pass through a narrow defile, +guarded by an old stone tower, which was garrisoned by perhaps half a +company of French soldiers. + +To warn these of their danger in time to prepare for defense was the aim +of our hero, and putting up a slender store of provisions, he started +off. + +To his dismay he found on arriving at the tower that his comrades had +been only too well warned already, and had fled, even leaving their +muskets and a goodly supply of ammunition behind them. + +He knew that if the Austrians could be held in check long enough to +allow the completion of the French manoeuvre, by that time tower and +pass would be of little use to either side. He determined, +single-handed, to make the fight against a regiment. + +There were many conditions which favored the successful carrying out of +this brave resolve. The tower could be approached only through a narrow +ravine, in which but two or three men could walk abreast, and as he was +abundantly supplied with arms, the grenadier did not despair of at least +partial success. He barricaded the doors, carefully loaded all the +muskets, which he placed in convenient positions for instant handling, +made a good meal off the food he had brought with him, and then sat down +to await the enemy. + +He was unmolested until near dawn, when unusual sounds without announced +the Austrians' approach. + +They halted at the mouth of the defile, and almost immediately an +officer, bearing a flag of truce, appeared with a demand for surrender. + +D'Auvergne answered the call, replying that "the garrison would defend +itself to the last," and the messenger, little suspecting that the +entire garrison was comprised in the person of the single soldier who +stood before him, retired. + +A small cannon was shortly after brought to bear upon the tower; but our +grenadier made such good use of his weapons that half a dozen of the +Austrians lay wounded upon the ground before they could fire a single +shot. Finding this mode of attack ineffectual, an assault was ordered; +but as the head of the column came within range of the tower, so deadly +a fire was poured upon it that it was ordered back amid great confusion. + +Two further attacks were made, with like results, and when night fell, +the solitary grenadier was still in possession of his stronghold, and +unhurt, while nearly fifty of the enemy were either killed or wounded. + +Sunset brought a second summons to yield, with an intimation that, if +refused, a regular siege would be entered upon, and kept up until hunger +should compel submission. + +Deeming the twenty-four hours which had elapsed sufficient time for the +accomplishment of the French move, D'Auvergne returned answer that the +garrison would surrender the following morning if allowed safe-conduct +to the French lines, and permission to retain its arms. These terms, +after a little parley, were acceded to. + +At daybreak on the morrow, accordingly, the enemy were drawn up to +receive the vanquished garrison. + +The door of the tower opened, and a soiled and scarred veteran, +literally staggering under the weight of as many muskets as he could +carry, walked slowly between the ranks, and depositing his load at the +feet of the Colonel, saluted. To the surprise of the latter, no one +followed. + +"But where is the garrison, grenadier?" asked he. + +"Sir, I am the garrison," replied the soldier. + +For a moment astonishment held the Austrian dumb; then ordering his +command to present arms, and raising his cap, "Grenadier, I salute you," +said he: "so brave a deed is without parallel." + +The desired escort was provided, and with it was sent a dispatch +relating the whole affair. + +When the circumstance became known to the Emperor, the offer of +promotion was renewed, and again declined, and D'Auvergne remained to +the day of his death simply the "First Grenadier of France." + + + + +A NIGHT ON CHOCORUA. + +BY ESEMEE. + + +"Where's your Tom Matthews, Ned?" said Phil Hartshorn. "Here it is half +past nine by my watch, and he was to be on hand at nine sharp." + +As he spoke a little freckled boy came panting up to them, saying: "Tom +says as how he can't go up 'Corua to-day nohow. He's sick with suthin +I've forgot the name of. He's awful sorry, and said if yer'd only hold +on till to-morrer, he'd go; and he thinks it'll be a sight better day, +too, for he's 'most sure there'll be a thunderin' big shower to-night." + +"Nonsense!" said Dick; "there isn't one chance in a million of a shower; +sky is as clear as a bell." + +"But," says Arthur, "there are no two ways about it. Mother said we were +not to go if Tom Matthews were not here." + +"You don't suppose mother really meant that?" said his brother Phil. + +"Now, Cousin Arthur," said Dick, "you just put that conscience of yours +to sleep as fast as you can. + + "'Hush-a-by, conscience, on the tree-top, + Dear Mrs. Hartshorn would never say stop.'" + +"But, Arthur," interrupted Ned, "she wouldn't care if she knew how many +times I've been up Chocorua. Why, I've been to the top thousands of +times. I know the way just as well as Tom." + +Though Arthur's duty was as clear to him as at first, he decided to take +Dick's advice, and silence his conscience. + +Half an hour later they were climbing up the steep side of the mountain, +laden with the tent, provisions, and other necessaries for their night's +encampment. + +Chocorua is one of the most difficult of the New Hampshire hills to +ascend, not so much on account of its height as its rocky and steep +outline. To Ned Brown, however, accustomed to scrambling over the hills +of his native place, it was simply a very tiresome walk; but to the +three city boys, who for the first time were spending part of their +vacation among the mountains, it was a novel and rough experience. +Nevertheless, their spirits did not flag, and about two o'clock they had +reached the rocky summit, as tired and hungry a set of boys as you ever +saw. + +They soon found a comfortable spot, where they threw themselves down at +full length, and at Dick Harris's suggestion pitched into the eatables +which Mrs. Brown had put up for them. + +After a while Ned exclaimed: "Look here, boys, you can't spend the whole +afternoon eating. Just clap two or three doughnuts into your pockets, +and come along. We've got to get ready for the night." + +"Wait a week," said Dick, "until I take one more drink of coffee; then +we'll go and explore the country." + +"Can't you remember, Ned, where you generally pitch your tent?" said +Arthur. + +"Tom Matthews pretty much always bosses that business," answered Ned. + +"I guess we can find as good a place as Tom Matthews," said Phil. "There +it is now, right ahead--don't you see?--down in that hollow under that +tall tree." + +"All right; let's make for it, then," said Ned. "We haven't any time to +lose." + +Some hours later Ned called out: "Now that everything is ready for the +night, you shall have a high old supper. You needn't any of you put your +fingers in the pie either. I'm goin' to make a regular lumberman's +pudding. Dick, just hand me that tin plate, will you?" + +"No, sir, I can't even do that; it might be putting the very finger into +the pie, or rather pudding, which would spoil the whole. I am not going +to run any such risk." + +"That's too thin--a capital excuse for laziness--but I can do it myself +fortunately. First, you see, I cut a slit in this stick, and slip the +edge of the plate into it, and that makes a tip-top spider. Next I put +in some pieces of fat pork, and am goin' to fry them over this blazin' +fire. When the pork is done, I'll take that out, and crumb this +pilot-bread into the fat." + +"What a mess!" the boys all exclaimed. "You don't expect us to eat that +stuff, do you?" + +"You needn't trouble yourselves; I can eat every bit of it. Wait till I +sprinkle white sugar all over it thick and heavy, and then it is done. +Come, do you want any, or shall I eat it all myself?" + +"As Caterer Brown has made it, we won't hurt his feelings by refusing," +said Arthur. "Hand it along." + +"Well, Ned," said Phil, "this is capital. Do they teach cooking in your +school, or has Miss Parloa been in this part of the country?" + +"Oh, last winter when I camped out up North with father and the other +lumbermen, they used to make this 'most every night, and I tell you it +tasted mighty good." + +After supper the boys whiled away the time telling stories. The most +interesting one was the legend of Chocorua, the Indian chief after whom +the mountain was named. + +Chocorua had a son, a boy of ten or twelve years, who often visited the +house of a white man who lived in Albany, at the foot of the mountain. +One day while there he accidentally ate some food which had been +prepared for a fox, and soon after died. This brought out the Indian +spirit of revenge in Chocorua, so that he watched his opportunity, and +when the father was away, killed the wife and children. Cornelius +Campbell, the father, though a white man, was not a Christian, and the +same revengeful spirit took possession of him. Not long after, Chocorua, +while standing on the edge of a precipice, was shot by Campbell. He +lived only a few moments, uttering fearful curses against the white men. +He was never buried, but his bones were left to whiten on the rocks. + +All Ned's talk tended to make the boys ready to start at every sound, +and Arthur inwardly began to wish he had not disregarded the warning +voice he had heard in the morning. Even the other boys felt a little +dismal; but they all forced out loud exclamations over the pleasure of +the day, and the moment after they had dropped on their bed of pine +boughs were all sound asleep. + +The clouds which, unnoticed by the boys, had been forming behind the +hills, gathered heavily in a threatening mass over the mountain-peak, +the air trembled with peal after peal of rolling thunder, the sky was +brilliant with lightning flashes which sent gleams of intense and livid +light over the white cliffs. Still the boys slept on. The furious +storm-clouds gradually dropped lower and lower, until at last they burst +in one torrent of hail and rain. Every hollow was fast filling up, until +the one in which our boys were encamped became as it were the bed of a +pool, and the white canvas of their tent seemed like the tip of a sail +flapping in the wind. + +One of those fearful claps of thunder which seem to shake the whole +earth, and which are heard only among the mountains, at last roused the +boys. In terrible alarm, they waded from their tattered tent, just in +time to see the tall tree near whose roots they had been sleeping hewn +into fragments by the glistening blade of the axe which the angry storm +was wielding. For a moment they gazed on each other with mute horror, +then, as with one voice, exclaimed, "Where's Ned?" + +They wildly called "Ned! Ned! Ned Brown!" but there was no answer. They +groped back for him in the darkness, lighted only by the uncertain +flashes, which were growing less and less frequent; but the tent had +been swept away, and their fire wholly extinguished, so they had nothing +to guide them to the exact spot of their former encampment. For hours +they searched in vain. Drenched and chilled, weary and bruised, at +length, as day dawned, they found themselves in a dense forest, with no +path and no guide. + +"What shall we do?" said Arthur. "Why did we come? I will never do what +I know to be wrong again." + +"'No use to cry for spilled milk,'" said Dick, trying to speak +cheerfully, while his face contradicted his words. + +"Let us get out of these woods and down this mountain if we possibly +can," said Arthur. "Then, if we don't find Ned, we can send some one up +for him who knows something about the way." + +"All right," said Phil. "It don't look as if we should have anything to +eat till we do get down, and I'm 'most starved. Hark! What's that noise? +I do believe that's a bear's growl. He is coming nearer, surely." + +"Pshaw! nonsense! it isn't a bear; it's only the rustling of the +leaves," said Dick. + +But every little while some noise would cause them to fear that some +wild animal was on their track. + +Several times they were stopped by a precipice so steep that no human +foot could descend it, and were obliged to retrace their course and seek +another less difficult way. + +Just at dusk they reached a farm-house, where, as it was on the opposite +side of the mountain from their boarding place, they were obliged to +spend the night. + +Oh, what a night it was! The heavy supper after the long fast made them +ill, and every limb was aching with pain and fatigue. Then the terrible +anxiety about Ned! What might he not be suffering alone on the mountain, +and what report could they give to his mother when they made their way +back to the boarding-house? Surely three boys were never more severely +punished for disobedience. Never again would Dick sing, + + "Hush-a-by, conscience, on the tree-top." + +When morning came three miserable-looking objects dragged themselves up +to the gate of the old boarding-house. But who was that walking up and +down the piazza at such a troubled pace? + +Nobody less than Ned, who was fretting himself half crazy waiting for +the party who had arranged to go in search of three lost boys. Ned had +been more fortunate than they, for after the wash-out, which had +separated him from his companions, he had happily strayed into the very +path which led home. + +Presently Mrs. Hartshorn came out, but after one good look at the party +she apparently concluded that they needed no word of reproof from her. +Conscience had evidently preached every effective sermon, for which the +experience of the past thirty-six hours had supplied a powerful text. + + + + +THE DAISY TRAIL. + + + You'd think such a small boy would not know + How to get back if he should go + Without his mother so far away + Beyond the garden fence to play. + + But he lays a trail of daisies white, + That gleam in the grass like stars at night; + So running home he can never stray, + With the scattered daisies to show the way. + +[Illustration] + + + + +MILLIE'S NILE-BIRD HAT. + +BY ARTHUR LINDSLEY. + + +"Why, Millie, where did you get that bird-skin which you wear in your +hat?" + +"I am sure I do not know, papa. But it is very seldom you take notice of +my hats, and I am very glad that for once I am wearing one which +interests you. Mamma bought the bird somewhere down town; I did not ask +her where. I think he is just lovely; don't you?" and off came Millie's +hat for the Professor's inspection. "Only see his breast, so bright that +it almost looks to be on fire, and just above it his throat as white as +a patch of snow! Isn't he perfectly splendid?" + +Her father had taken the hat in his hand, and was examining the bird +with an expression of face that showed he was thinking of something more +than what was before him. He stood so long without speaking that Millie +broke out in her usual lively manner: + +"Why, papa, I never saw you look at a girl's hat so closely before--mine +or any one's else. I have had handsomer hats than that, and you did not +say a word about them. The bird is very beautiful, I know, but what do +you see so wonderful in him?" + +"I was wondering how he could come here, my child. You do not know where +your mother bought the skin, but do you know where the bird lives?" + +"No, sir, not at all. I have no doubt you do, but I never thought of it. +Did you ever see them in their native country?" + +"Yes, Millie, I have seen them often. The species is African; I saw them +very often in South Africa--once, I recollect, at Zanzibar, and on the +West Coast I have seen them in Senegambia and at the mouth of the +Gaboon. Shall I tell you where I first saw the bird?--for I can never +forget it, and the sight of this skin brought back that day to me so +forcibly, that for a moment I forgot where I was." + +"Oh! do, papa, do. You know how I rejoice in the stories. What a +favorite hat this will be!" + +"Let us go into the library, then, where I can show you an engraving +that I have. Please hand me the russet-leather portfolio from that lower +drawer. See, I have opened at once to the very one I wished to find. It +will give you an excellent idea of the two bright little kingfishers +that I saw that day on the west bank of the Nile." + +"The Nile, papa! I wonder if mine came from the Nile? Only think of my +_Nile-bird hat_!" + +"That I can not tell, Millie. But before I go on with my story it is +well that you should know something about the family of birds to which +this one belongs, for he has many relatives, and they are scattered in +almost all countries, and one at least of them has been famous among +poets for two thousand years. Did you ever hear or see the expression +used of _halcyon days_, meaning days of great prosperity and happiness?" + +"Yes, sir, I recollect it was in one of the pieces of poetry we read +only last week in school, and I wondered at the time what it meant, and +I intended to ask you." + +[Illustration: AFRICAN KINGFISHERS.] + +"I will tell you. This little bird of the drawing and of your hat is a +kingfisher, and the kingfishers are found, as I explained, in almost all +parts of the world. We have one species, not at all uncommon, throughout +the United States, which is known in the books as the belted kingfisher. +Our little African here, you see, is not larger than a sparrow, but his +belted brother is almost as large as a common pigeon, and well do I +recollect what a time a lot of us had, when I was a boy about twelve +years old, in trying to get at the nest of a pair of them. Kingfishers +the world over build their nests in deep burrows which they make in +river-banks and similar places. Eight of us gathered one Saturday, with +Tom Perkins--a stout boy of fifteen--for a sort of Captain, and Charlie +Mason for Lieutenant. We worked all that day, and then nearly until +night, of the following Saturday, before we found the end of the burrow. +Tom said he really thought we should dig across Deacon Moseley's farm +and out into Widow Whitman's pasture lot. It was sixteen feet and a half +that the birds had burrowed into a very hard bank of clay. + +"This was our American species, whose name is _Ceryle alcyon_; but all +about the shores of the Mediterranean a similar smaller species is found +which by the old Latins was called Alcyon or Halcyon, though in +ornithological works, now it is named _Alcedo hispida_. Most absurd +stories have always been told concerning it. It was said to have the +power of preventing storms, of keeping the sea perfectly quiet, so that +while the female was sitting on her eggs the weather was always calm and +peaceful, and you see readily how the word _halcyon_ came therefore to +have in poetry the meaning to which I have referred. Of course this was +all foolishness, but it was only one of many tales which have been told +about that very bird, and some of which I have no doubt are believed by +ignorant people to this day." + +"Is he a handsome bird, papa, like this one in my hat?" + +"Oh no; on the contrary, he is of quite plain plumage. You must not +fancy that our species or the European possess any such brightness of +color. Now look at the picture again. You see both the male and the +female. Notice, by-the-way, that they are sitting near the mouth of +their burrow. Look at those long crest feathers. They are shining blue, +almost like the sky, with light ashy green spots, while the jet-black +ones fairly sparkle on their blue background. And then his blazing red +lower surface, with his white throat and that enormous bill of bright +vermilion, makes such an assemblage of brilliant color as you seldom +see." + +"Let me get the map, papa, and then please show me just where you found +my little bird." + +"That is right, Millie; you will be more interested the more definitely +you fix the knowledge. How well I remember that day. It seems as though +it had been but yesterday. Among all the rivers of the world, there is +not one which can be compared with the Nile. It does not seem like any +other water. There's a sort of magic about it. All the time that I spent +there I felt myself living in dreamland rather than in anything that +belonged to this life and this world. It is not the river itself, for I +have seen a number of much finer and grander streams of water in other +countries. The Danube or the Ganges can either of them surpass it, while +here in America I could select half a dozen which are more than its +rivals. But any one of them I always felt that I could understand. They +were beautiful, they were grand, with charming banks and forests and +fields and cities, but there was nothing _strange_ about them. They +seemed like other parts of the world. But the Nile is not like them; it +never looked to me like a reality. Everything about it was so mixed with +mystery that if I had waked any morning and found that there was no Nile +to be seen where I saw it the night before, I should have thought it was +all right. + +"All around me were monuments and temples and houses so old that those +who built them had died and been forgotten hundreds and perhaps +thousands of years before the earliest history of which we have any +knowledge commenced. Who were those people? I could tell how they +looked, for there were their figures and faces carved on the stones, +but--who were they? Where did they come from? Negroes, Asiatics, +Egyptians, such as were about me every day; there they were carved, and +sometimes painted, on the ruins, and I used to wander around and wonder, +and dream, and wonder, and it was in the midst of just such wondering as +that that a little kingfisher flashed upon me, and it is not strange +that I remember him. Do you see the First Cataract, Millie, on the +river?" + +"Yes, here it is. P-h-i-l-a-e, Philæ; is that it?" + +"That is the name of an island there with some extremely beautiful ruins +upon it. Few travellers ascend the river further; they stop there and +return; but I did not; I continued on to the south a long distance. One +day, just before I reached the Second Cataract, I had stopped on the +west bank of the river to rest my men for an hour or two. It was a +burning hot afternoon, perfectly calm, with the sun blazing down on the +white sand of the desert and on the glass-like water of the river, until +it was enough to almost fry one's brain. Three or four palm-trees grew +at this point, and it was their shade which had induced me to stop; but +I found to my great delight that what was probably a temple had formerly +stood there, and some of the fragments still remained. One of these +fragments represented a human figure seated. The head was gone, and one +arm; the other arm was perfect, with the hand lying on the knee, and I +began to make a drawing of the whole. + +"Just as in my drawing I reached the hand, and was sketching its shape +on the paper, a little blue and red bird passed me, with a cry somewhat +like the one you may hear any morning from our American species, and +swinging up he perched himself on the very hand which I was drawing at +the moment. It was a lovely little kingfisher. He sat there but a +moment, and then darted to a hole in the river-bank, which he entered, +and which I knew must contain his nest. It was such a burrow as our +American species makes, and forthwith came back to my mind the time when +I was a boy, and when Tom and Charlie and the rest of us worked so hard +at digging toward Deacon Moseley's lot. + +"I watched till the little fellow came out. Then he flew away, and I +soon lost sight of him. His name is _Corythornis cyanostigma_, and the +sight of another here in your hat carried me away so completely that for +the moment I almost fancied I was on the Nile again, the association was +so powerful." + +"Well, papa, I am very glad of it. I will wear him only a day or two, +and then I will take him out and give him to you, and get mamma to put +something else in his place. You may be sure I shall never forget my +Nile-bird hat. But did you not say that there are kingfishers found in +other countries? I suppose they must be like this, even if they are not +so beautiful." + +"Yes, there are; and I must tell you of one most remarkable species, +Millie--remarkable for his voice, though not for any beauty of color. We +will call him _Dacelo gigas_--gigas meaning very large, for he is a +great clumsy bird. He lives in Australia. The first night I ever spent +there 'in the bush'--which means out in the wild country--I was waked +just before daylight by a most outrageous racket in the thicket close to +me. I started up in some fright, and roused a man near me. 'Oh, go to +sleep; that is nothing but a jackass.' But as we were where a donkey +would not be likely to come, I could not tell what to make of it, and I +did not go to sleep, and by-and-by I heard him again and again, but my +comrades paid no attention to the sound, and so I said nothing further. + +"After breakfast I took my gun, and started out to look for birds. Among +others I shot a great coarse-looking kingfisher, larger than a crow; and +when I returned to camp, the man whom I had roused in the morning +remarked, as I laid out my game: 'There, you have got him. That is the +very fellow that you heard this morning. We always call him the laughing +jackass.' And often after that I heard their harsh cry, like laughing +and braying together." + + + + +MAX RANDER'S WILD TIGER. + +BY MATTHEW WHITE, JUN. + + +I didn't like that little French village. Thad and I were at our wits' +end to find some way to amuse ourselves. There wasn't any river to row +on, nor any hills to climb, and not a single person we could talk to out +of the family. + +Then you sort of felt as if you were a lunatic in an asylum; for instead +of fences, every house had a high stone wall around it; that is, every +house except the one where we boarded, which was surrounded by an iron +railing, with the bars just far enough apart to make it look like a cage +in a menagerie. At least this is what Thad said it reminded him of, and +sometimes I used to see him tearing up and down behind it, playing he +was an African lion. I didn't tell him it was silly, because once in a +while I turned panther myself. It was an awfully poky town. + +About three times every day Thad and I used to beg father to go +somewhere else, but he always said, "Have patience, boys." I wonder if +anybody ever counted the number of times fathers and mothers say, "Have +patience"? If it's as tiresome to say as it is to listen to, I feel +sorry for them. + +Well, one morning when they both were out driving, and the landlady had +gone to market, and there was nobody at home but the French cook and us +boys, I was that sorry for Thad, not to mention how awfully dull I was +myself, that I felt I must do something. So I called Thad down-stairs, +and told him I'd invent a new play for him. + +"We can use the fence just the same for a cage," I explained, "and +you're to be a tiger a keeper's trying to tame. I'll be the keeper, and +at first you must snap at me through the bars; but I'll look you +straight in the eye all the time (that's the way keepers do), and then +all of a sudden I'll open the door, rush into the cage, and you'll be +tamed." + +Thad said that would be fun, and then I got father's cane, and we both +went out into the front yard. Hardly anybody ever walked on that street, +so I wasn't afraid of being interrupted. + +I went outside, shutting the gate behind me, and Thad having curled +himself up close to the railing, pretending to be asleep, I began +operations by poking him with my stick. + +At first he only gave a low growl (I wasn't sure whether tigers growled +or howled, but I told him a growl would do); but when the cane slipped +and tickled him under the arm, he jumped up, and neither growled nor +howled, but screamed, until I was obliged to remind him that he wasn't a +wild-cat. + +"But tickling's no fair," he cried, still squirming a little. + +"All right," I answered, beginning my taming operations, and keeping my +eye on him in a way that I think really began to frighten him. + +Then he started racing up and down inside the fence, I after him on the +outside, until we were both quite out of breath, and then he stood +still, and snapped at me between the bars. + +We were right by the gate, and while he had his head out, pretending to +gnaw my stick, I suddenly let go of it, and slipping through the +gateway, rushed up behind him before you could say "Jack Robinson." + +"Now you must turn around, and we'll look at each other for a minute, +and then you'll give in," I cried, making believe crowd into a corner of +the cage. + +"But I can't turn round," exclaimed Thad. "I can't get my head out." + +"Why, how did you get it in, then?" I replied, stepping up to examine +into matters. "Twist it the other way." + +Thad thereupon obediently gave a fresh tug, but all in vain; his head +remained stuck between the bars like a cow's in the patent stalls. + +I was scared then, and never thinking about tigers, took him by the +neck, and tried my best to get him free; but I couldn't. Then he set up +a very unbeastlike yell, which brought the French cook out of the house, +with a bunch of garlic in her hand. + +When she saw what had happened, she screamed louder than Thad. The noise +they both made together was something frightful, while I ran first one +side of the fence, then the other, wondering dismally if we'd have to +live in that town always because Thad couldn't get his head out. + +If we'd had any neighbors except a deaf old man, a woman who never left +her bed, and two young men who went to work three miles away, I suppose +we'd soon have had a crowd around us, but as it was, nobody appeared but +a little girl with a hunk of bread, the sight of which caused Thad to +stop hollowing, and declare that we must bring him something to eat. + +When I had opened and shut my mouth several times, pointing my finger +down it and then at Thad, the cook comprehended what was wanted, and +rushing outside of the fence, put that bunch of garlic right under my +brother's nose. + +"Pah!" he exclaimed, and wrenched his head back so suddenly that I half +expected to see both his ears drop off. + +"Oh dear," I groaned, "if he can't free himself with such a jerk as that +we can never get him out at all." + +Then recollecting that Thad hated the smell of garlic as much as I did, +and seeing that the cook was still trying to feed him with it, I +motioned sternly toward the house, and ordered her to "departez," which +wasn't hard to say, as you just take an English word and put a little +French end to it. + +She understood me at once, and seemed to feel quite insulted, for she +walked straight back to the kitchen, slamming the gate after her. + +The next minute somebody slapped me on the shoulder, and turning, I +jumped as if I had seen a ghost, for it was Thad, and I was at least +five feet from the fence. You see, when the gate was open the space +between those two particular bars was a little smaller than when it was +shut. Thad and I might have remained in that pickle for any length of +time, he screaming at the top of his voice, and I dancing around him in +agony. Who knows how long it would have taken us to find out that all we +had to do was to shut the gate, if that woman hadn't got mad and given +it such an awful slam? + + + + +RUSTIC ADORNMENTS FOR LAWN AND GARDEN. + +BY A. W. ROBERTS. + + +Small fingers always want to be kept busy. No matter how warm the +weather is, they can not lie comfortably quiet, but must be doing +something. Why not try a little rustic-work, setting up a good-natured +rivalry with florists and landscape gardeners? It will require the boys +and girls both--the boys to do the heavy work, and the girls to supply +the grace and minor ornamentation. + +Rustic-work is a term that by general consent is now applied to all +structures of wood the forms and surfaces of which are left in their +natural shape, or covered with material such as bark, cones, fungi, etc. + +[Illustration: FIG. 1.] + +Fig. 1 is an excellent example of nature's rustic-work. How kindly the +golden-rod, blackberry, Virginia creeper, and ferns have ranged +themselves about the old stump to increase the picturesque beauty of its +decay! + +Now imagine this stump transplanted to a lawn or garden with its wealth +of wild plants and shrubs, while in strong contrast to these are planted +in the hollow of the stump a variegated mass of drooping vines, and the +most beautifully marked and colored of the so-called "foliage" plants. +Truly no imported and expensive _jardinet_ (small garden) of highest +artistic workmanship was ever made that could compare with this of +nature's wild and cultivated beauty. + +There are thousands and thousands of just such stumps that with a little +care and trouble might easily be converted into beautiful lawn and +garden adornments. + +When digging out such a stump, the ground must be well excavated from +about and under the main roots, which are sawn (not chopped) off about +one foot below the surface of the ground. In replanting the stump, try +to imitate all the natural features of the ground surrounding it, even +to rocks and toad-stools. The latter are not poisonous unless eaten, and +are very picturesque. + +The best soil for filling in the spaces about the roots and the bottom +of the stump is the black and rich "vegetable mould" found in all old +woods. Next to this comes peat, which can be obtained from dried-up +ponds and ditches, only care must be taken to crush it fine, and mix +with it about one-third of ordinary garden soil; otherwise it will be +apt to cake after rains. + +When setting up a stump _jardinet_ it is the easiest thing in the world +to establish at the same time a small menagerie. Tree-toads, common +garden-toads, all varieties of land-snails, field-mice, chipmunks, can +be induced to make their homes in and about your stump if they are well +treated and cared for. + +[Illustration: FIG. 2.] + +To set up a successful stump menagerie, little nooks must be formed +under the roots by means of stones so placed together as to leave open +spaces of various sizes. These must connect with one another, as shown +in Fig. 2. When covered with earth, these chambers are entered by means +of runs which connect with the under-ground chambers. All creatures that +set up a home in these chambers will have a good time if you do not dig +them out every other day, "just to see, you know, how they are getting +along." + +But now let us imagine that no such rotted-out and picturesque stump is +to be obtained. There is still quite an easy way to make a _jardinet_. + +[Illustration: FIG. 3.] + +First obtain from a grocer a half butter-keg, which will cost about +twenty cents. Wash it out thoroughly with hot water to cleanse it of all +salt, that might prove injurious to growing plants. In the bottom bore a +number of small holes, and place a layer of broken flower-pots or pieces +of charcoal two inches in depth. The holes are for the purpose of +draining off all surplus water. The layer of charcoal is to prevent the +soil at the bottom of the tub from being carried away through the +draining holes. If these precautions are not taken, the earth in the tub +will "sour," and the roots of the plants will rot. Next obtain a log of +wood of rough exterior, and also some rough bark. The tub must be +fastened to the top of the log, as shown in Fig. 3, and the latter +firmly planted in the desired spot. The bark must be nailed to the tub +so as to join and match the bark on the stump. + +[Illustration: FIG. 4.] + +On dead and decaying white-birch-trees many kinds of fungi are to be +obtained, and at the bases of very old trees many varieties of lichens. +These, when fastened to the _jardinet_ as shown in Fig. 4, produce a +very natural and picturesque effect. About the base of the _jardinet_ +rude-shaped stones are piled up. The spaces of earth between the rocks +are dug out to the depth of from one-half to three-quarters of a foot. +These are technically known as "pockets," and are for the reception of +vegetable mould. The rookery is now in condition for planting with +cultivated and wild ferns, and also low-growing varieties of plants. The +tub is also filled with mould, and planted with "foliage" plants and +vines. + +[Illustration: FIG. 5.] + +Fig. 5 is a _jardinet_, vinery, and fernery combined. The upright post +is of red cedar or locust, with the bark on. A square piece of board two +inches in thickness is nailed on top of the post, and on this is placed +a half butter-tub, on which pointed slats half an inch thick and two +inches wide are nailed. These slats are painted green, and a light and +graceful trimming of rustic vinery is tacked on near the top and bottom +of the slat-work. Instead of slats, straight rustic branches split in +half and pointed at both ends can be used. + +The branch-work consists of a circle of branches of drooping habit, the +ends or stocks of which are both nailed and bound with wire or stout +twine, so as to support the weight of vines when they reach it from the +tub above and the trellis below. The twine-work for the vines consists +of gray or green twine. There is a twine sold by florists by the name of +"invisible twine," which is of a light green color, and is used for +training vines; this is far superior to the white cotton cord generally +used, which always looks cheap and inartistic, and in course of time +frays out and breaks. But this cheap cord can be made very durable and +pleasing in color by running it through hot yellow bees-wax in which has +been mixed any of the cheap chrome greens. + +A small wooden hoop is securely fastened to the bottom of the post close +to the ground by means of four wooden hooks; to this hoop the lower ends +of the twine are securely fastened; the upper ends are tied to the +branch-work, which helps to retain them in a drooping position. To +obtain the best results and light and graceful effects, always plant +Madeira or cypress vines; avoid the fancy gourds and other heavy +climbers, as they are apt to break down the twine-work during heavy +storms. At the base of the structure a heavy rockery is massed, +containing numerous pockets. In these, ferns and the English ivy and the +so-called German ivy are planted. + +All rustic-work should present the appearance of solidity and +durability, and must be strongly put together. Never use in any way +marine forms or material in conjunction with rustic-work or rockery. +They are entirely out of keeping and harmony with nature, and indicate a +great want of taste. Nothing can exceed the ugliness of a bordering of +clam or oyster shells, or Florida conch shells; they are worse than +calcimined or white-washed rocks. + + + + +JAPANESE FAN TALES. + +BY KIRK MUNROE. + + +[Illustration] + + A bright little Jap is Tommi Taroo, + And he swings on a piece of round bamboo; + For round bamboo is the very best thing + That a boy can use as a seat for a swing. + + He lives in the town of Hiogo-- + A very nice place to live, you know, + Because it's such fun to go to Kobé, + The city of strangers, just over the way: + + A city of Yankees and English too-- + Comical fellows to Tommi Taroo-- + French and Dutch and Portuguese, + And many another from over the seas. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration] + + Fish-day, fish-day in Hizen; + Fish for the women, but not for the men; + Fish for the girls, but not for the boys. + To-day only women know fishermen's joys. + + And all on account of Queen Jungu, + Who once caught a fish as fishermen do; + The fish said, "Go and conquer Corea," + And this she did within a year. + + And that is the reason the girls to-day + Are all out fishing, instead of at play; + And I think the fish they show to you + Is as fine as that of Queen Jungu. + + * * * * * + +[Illustration] + + Lu-wen lived in Hakodadi; + Lu-wen was a little laddie. + Lu-wen's head was nicely shaved. + He was very well behaved. + Suzume was Lu-wen's mother; + Nakamura was his brother. + Very fine was Nakamura, + And his dress was silk of Surah. + His umbrella and his fan + Were the largest in Japan. + Once he gave them to Lu-wen, + But bade him bring them back again. + This Lu-wen was glad to do + When he'd gone a block or two; + For people left their tea and soy + To stare at him, and call out, "Halloo, big umbrella! where are you + going with that little boy?" + + * * * * * + +[Illustration] + + Three little Satsumas and old Satsuma, + Or four Satsumas in all, + Laid aside their tasks, and put on their masks + For a grand Matsuri ball. + + They howled and growled, and acted like + Wild animals born and bred. + To make an impression they formed a procession, + With old Satsuma ahead. + + Just then the clown, of all the town + The funniest man to be found, + Jumped on to the back of the first of the pack, + And merrily rode him around. + + Now, when he begun, they thought it was fun, + And acted as though they'd gone mad, + Until old Satsuma, in very bad humor, + Said, "Enough of this thing we have had." + + * * * * * + +[Illustration] + + Eight little girls of Japan, + All running as fast as they can + For fear she'll be late, + Each one of the eight + Is running as fast as she can. + + Did you ever see children so fat? + In Japan, though, they say, "What of that?" + To be fat is a duty; + It adds to your beauty. + And that is the reason they're fat. + + + + +[Illustration] + +NOT QUITE SATISFIED. + + + This dear little Mabel, + She isn't quite able + To say what it is has gone wrong; + But she looks in the glass. + And the shadow-frowns pass + O'er a face that is sweet as a song. + + She is thinking of Lizzie, + Whose hair is so frizzy. + She wishes her own could be cut; + But papa, only said + When she showed him her head, + "What, spoil it, my darling?--tut! tut!" + + + + +OUR POST-OFFICE BOX. + + +The other day, as the Postmistress was driving down a pretty rural road, +she came upon a farm-house which stood all alone. It was late in the +afternoon, and there was nobody stirring about the place; doors and +windows were closed; the dog was asleep beside his kennel; the gray cat, +with two kittens cuddling close to her, was taking a nap on the mat by +the front door; and it was as quiet as could be all around, until--peep! +peep! cluck! cluck!--there came suddenly in view the prettiest brood of +chicks in the world; thirteen of them, dears, and every one as white as +swan's-down. The little snowy puff-balls were taking an airing with +their sober cream-colored mamma, and the Postmistress will not soon +forget how cunning Mrs. Hen and her family looked. Pray, Daisy and +Mattie, Freddy and Guy, have you a dainty brood of chicks at your house? +And why haven't you sent the Postmistress word about them? + + * * * * * + + DANBY FOUR CORNERS, VERMONT. + + I am a little boy nine years old, and will be ten the 9th of + August. I have a calf and a canary-bird and a little kitten. I go + to school almost every day. I have an auntie who sends me the money + to buy HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. I hope she will send money every + year. My grandma sends me a little pin-money every month. I have + over fifty dollars in the bank. I have no father, and my mamma is + poor. I can't think of any more to write this time. + + ROBERT. + +When you are a man, as you will be one of these days, you will be able +to work for your dear mamma. She is not very poor if she has a good and +loving son ten years old. I am glad to hear that you do not spend for +toys and candies all the money grandma sends you, but save some of it +for future use. + + * * * * * + + ROCKPORT, MASSACHUSETTS. + + As I have never seen a letter in Our Post-office Box from Rockport, + I thought I would write one to tell you how much I enjoyed reading + "Toby Tyler," and how much I like "Mr. Stubbs's Brother." I have a + dear little baby sister nearly eight months old. Her name is + Mattie. We think she is the prettiest baby in the world. Mamma says + that every one thinks the same of their baby, so I suppose all are + satisfied. I am twelve years old, and go to the Grammar School. My + studies are arithmetic, reading, spelling, history, grammar, and + geography. I take music lessons twice a week. My sister and I are + much interested now in reading the works of C. C. Coffin. I like + _The Story of Liberty_, _Old Times in the Colonies_, _Boys of '76_, + and _Winning his Way_ the best. + + ANNIE L. B. + +You could not read better books, dear, than those you mention. _Boys of +'76_, in particular, should be in the library of every American child. + + * * * * * + + SULLIVAN, INDIANA. + + I am a little girl ten years old. I have a Maltese cat; its name is + Mallie. I have three chickens. One of them is a bantie. My sister + Libbie gave it to me. Its name is Chickie, and the other two are + Dick and Topie. My papa gave me HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE for a + Christmas present. My sister Effie took it two years, and now I am + taking it. I wrote a letter once before, and it was not published. + Oh, I hope this one will not be put in a pigeon-hole! We have a + pea-fowl. We call him Sancho, because he speaks the word so + plainly, and mamma thinks he tries to be like Sancho Panza. I am + taking music-lessons, and learning to ride on horseback, and when + papa leaves the old gentle horse at home we go out riding. I have + two sisters and one brother. I signed the red-ribbon pledge. I + think Jimmy Brown's stories are very nice. + + MAGGIE A. C. + + * * * * * + + CAHTO, CALIFORNIA. + + A little girl, a subscriber of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, thinks all + the little girls should say something, to Mr. Harper to tell him + how pleased we are every week to receive our paper. I wish every + little girl could have as nice a time as I do, fishing for trout. + Away out here where we live is a creek that has fish in it. Brother + and I go fishing every Saturday, and I enjoy the sport very much. + Brother Ed cut down a tree which was one hundred and fifty feet + tall, and in the top of it was a rat's nest. We thought it strange + that a rat would go so high to build its nest. I brought the little + rats home, but they died. + + SOPHIA R. (aged seven.) + +That was a very ambitious rat, little Sophie. It was just as well the +rat babies did not live; they would have been very troublesome pets. Do +you ever forget to come home to dinner when you are waiting for the +trout to bite? That is what a little friend of mine does sometimes. + + * * * * * + + MONTCLAIR, NEW JERSEY. + + I want to tell you about my pets. In the first place, we have two + canaries; mine is Dick, and Dandy belongs to my brother Willie. + Dicky was bought for me, but Dandy came to us. One Sunday morning + papa was reading, and Dicky hung on the piazza. We suddenly heard + _two_ canaries singing, and looking to see what was the matter, we + saw a strange bird eating Dick's seed. He was willing to be caught, + and papa gave him to Willie. Dick and he sing together a great deal + now. Dick was once carried down into the cellar in the mouth of + Henry, our cat, who laid him on the coal-bin, and was just + preparing to eat him when the girl came down and took him + up-stairs. We did have a mocking-bird too--his name was Jack--but + he died. A horrid cat came in one dark night and frightened poor + Jackie to death. Another pet is a dog, whom we call Chaucer. He is + five years of age, and we have had him since he was two weeks old. + + EFFIE E. H. + +What a good thing the birdie was rescued in time from the clutch of +Madame Puss, who can not help being a hunter, as it is her nature. + + * * * * * + + PENSACOLA, FLORIDA. + + I am a little boy nine years old. I like to read about Mr. Stubbs's + Brother, and I watch every week for YOUNG PEOPLE to come. I have + two dear sisters. Mary, aged five, who is in Jacksonville with our + grandma, and Ethel, who is the sweetest and the prettiest baby in + the State. My papa is the principal of the High School here. I am + going to take lessons on the piano from my mamma this summer. It is + nice to walk down to our lovely bay, and see it full of ships from + all countries. + + ALFRED MCC. W. + + * * * * * + + INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA. + + Papa says if I want to be pretty sure to have my first letter + published in YOUNG PEOPLE's Post-office Box, I must write something + new and interesting. As I have read or had read to me by mamma all + the letters since YOUNG PEOPLE started, and do not remember having + heard anything about railroads, I will tell you about them. Papa + works in a railroad office, and often takes me with him on trips + out on the road, and into the shops and yards, and has taught me + the difference between a journal and an axle, a truss-rod or + hog-chain and a stay-chain, and other parts of a car. I have seen + an engine in the shops all taken apart, the wheels all out from + under it, and all the bright Russia iron stripped off the boiler, + which left it a dull, rusty-looking piece of hollow iron, for they + take out the front end and flue sheets and flues, and you can see + clear through back to the fire-box, and all cold; so unlike an + engine when fired up and full of steam, coupled to a train, ready + to pull it out when the conductor says, "All aboard!" I would like + to tell you about a ride I took on an engine at night, but I am + afraid I have made my letter too long now. I am eight years old, + and mamma helped me to spell the hard words. + + RE. + +Write again, little bright-eyed Re, and tell us about your ride. We +would like to hear from you. + + * * * * * + + Little Johnny Jump-up, + Under the trees, + Laughing in the sunshine, + Nodding to the breeze. + + Little Johnny Jump-up, + Some folks call him Pansy; + Johnny doesn't care a bit-- + Follow out your fancy. + + Poor little Daisy, with ruffles and tucks, + Has to sit still, lest she spoil her fine dress. + Dear little Rose, in a calico gown, + And a checked gingham pinafore, plaided and brown, + Is the happier girlie, I guess. + + "I can paint pictures," says sweet little Nell; + "I study music," says darling Estelle; + "I ride my pony," cries dear little Lou. + Here's our wee Margie, and what can she do? + Bless her, the good little sister at home: + "I take care of baby and brother Jerome." + + When you think you are hungry. + And are not quite sure, + Then candy or cake, dears, + The hunger will cure. + + But when you've been playing, + We'll say by the brook, + And fishing with pins, dears, + Instead of a hook, + + Then good bread and butter, + A generous slice; + For boys and for girls, dears, + There's nothing so nice. + + * * * * * + + NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT. + + I am a little girl nine years old. I have a little pet kitten. The + mother and she played beautifully together, until two great dogs + came in the yard, and she ran to protect her kitten; but instead of + killing the kitten, they killed the mother. This is all I am going + to write to-day. + + NELLY M. F. + +Indeed, dear Nelly, I am very sorry for the fate of your poor cat. Could +nobody save her from her enemies? She had the true mother spirit. Even a +timid bird will grow brave, and fight to defend its fledglings if they +are attacked. + + * * * * * + + SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS. + + We have a little farm three miles from San Antonio, and we borrow a + little donkey, or burro, as the Mexicans call it, to go out there; + and you would be amused to see us. Mamma bought us a saddle, and + the good old man who loans us the burro has a little dog-cart. + Sometimes we use the saddle, and sometimes the cart, and away we + go. It would remind you of Punchinello and his horse and black cat + on his way to Paris. When the little donkey concludes to go fast, + and when he wants to go slow, we are very much at his mercy, for he + does as he pleases. We go out to the farm, and swim, and hunt eggs + for papa, and gather wild flowers to bring mamma; and, dear + Postmistress, we caught three little mocking-birds, and have them + in a cage. We would send them to you if we could; and if we go to + New York, as we think we will, we will bring them to you. Mamma + told us we were very naughty indeed to take the little birdies, and + asked us how we would like to be kidnapped and carried from home. + Then we were very sorry we had taken them, and wanted to carry them + back; but she said it was too late then; that the poor mother had + probably gone away when she found her babies stolen. So we promised + mamma not to take a bird again, and we will keep our word, for when + we took them we did not think a mother bird would grieve as our + mamma would if we were stolen. The mocking-birds sing any song, and + if they hear any one play on the piano, they will whistle the same + tune; and one used to call like the little chickens, and papa + hunted everywhere, thinking some little chick had lost its mother, + when what should he see but a mocking-bird on the gate, making the + same noise a little chick does when its mother is out of sight! + + Our farms look fine now; everywhere in Texas crops are good, and + the people rejoice in the hopes of a heavy cotton and corn crop. On + our little farm the tenant last year planted three acres of oats, + that he sold out there for ninety dollars, and this spring very + early the volunteer oats (as papa calls them) came up in place of + the ones planted last year, and the man sold them as they stood in + the ground for thirty-one dollars, and then, after they were cut, + he planted corn and pumpkins on the same land, and we now have a + fine crop. Mamma thinks it is a pity that more poor people do not + come here and farm. Sometimes she tells us of the poor in New York + and other cities, and we wish they were here in our warm climate, + where, if we are not very rich, we are not often so very poor. But + we are not satisfied here, as the doctors tell mamma this climate + is too warm for her, and as soon as she can she must go North to + live. + + I must tell you about our two little brothers, Josie and Edward. + Mamma was very ill, and the doctor said all must be quiet; so she + asked Joe and Edward if they would go and board. The poor little + fellows' eyes filled with tears, and almost in the same breath they + said: "We don't want to go, mamma; but if doctor says it will make + you well, we will _try to go_. But, mamma, we will get _so hungry_ + to see you!" Now wasn't that good for little six and four year old + boys? Mamma is almost well now, and we are so glad! + + Dear Postmistress, you are tired out, and we will say + good-afternoon for the present. + + GEORGE and STERLING F. + +I am never tired of reading my children's letters, whether they are long +or short, and I remember that my San Antonio boys sent me a very nice +letter some time ago. I too am sorry that George and Sterling took the +poor birdies from the nest. I am sure they will never again rob a mother +bird of her brood. Boys do wrong from want of thought many a time, when +they mean to do right, if they would only stop and consider what they +are doing. Please do not bring the mocking-birds to me, little friends, +though I hope very much that you will come yourselves. The little birds +I take care of, although I do everything I can to keep them strong and +well, always die, and I have now decided that it is pleasanter to hear +about the pets my correspondents have than to be grieving over my own. +But accept my thanks for your kind intention. + + * * * * * + + ON THE RIVER, NEAR ASHVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA. + + On the top of the Black Dome, not very far from here, the high-bush + blackberry grows without any thorns. It is called the thornless + blackberry, and is wonderful. But as this Dome--Michell's Peak--is + the highest land this side of the Mississippi, the berries ripen a + month or two later than ours on the river. We gather them by great + basketfuls, juicy, lovely berries, that nearly spoil common ones. A + great gardener up here said he long ago bought some Lawtons at $1 a + plant, but soon pulled them up by the roots, they had so little + flavor. He was used to the mountain berries. + + But there is one complaint, and it makes trouble. Some people pick + other's fruit just as if it was theirs, and the owners don't like + it. If everybody only knew the meaning of two little words, _mine_ + and _thine_, there'd be peace, they say. One day, when we were + getting large blackberries at Jack's Patch, a famous place, a troop + of colored people climbed over the fence. + + "Whose place is this?" asked the leader, coming up with a pair of + large buckets. + + When we told him, he quickly took off his hat, and said, bowing + very humbly. "Can I have a _few_ blackberries, missis?" + + Behind him came a party of his people--some were children--bringing + empty tin cans and baskets of all sizes and queer shapes. When we + answered, "We are only boarders ourselves, and strangers," he + seemed pleased. + + "Your pardon," he said; "I thought you was _owners_ of the place," + and he turned away with all speed into the high blackberry bushes, + where all the cans and baskets and buckets were filled to go to the + Ashville market. + + S. G. + +This little incident, sent us by a lady who reads Our Post-office Box, +will please the merry troops of Northern children who are going these +bright afternoons to gather blackberries. What fun it is to set off, +just after the mid-day dinner, with pails and baskets, to pick enough +ripe, luscious berries for tea! Some of you, perhaps, pick berries and +sell them to friends who wish to make blackberry jam, or who have no +children of their own to send on such delightful expeditions. But I am +sure you do not imitate the conduct of those poor people of whom S. G. +tells, who were so ready to take what did not belong to them. + + * * * * * + +We should be glad if G. F. Weller, who was successful with Wiggle 25, +and Ben Darrow, Warnie B. Purdy, Churchill Hungerford, and W. J. H., who +were successful with Wiggle 26, would each send us his or her address. + + * * * * * + + MOUNT VERNON, OHIO. + + DEAR LITTLE EXCHANGERS,--I have been sick, and could not attend to + your letters. I have only answered four, but will reply to more, + and will return all contributions that I don't use. I did not + expect to hear from so many of you when I wrote for the exchange, + and can not supply you all, as I have over sixty letters, but I + will return all your cards in good order. I have taken HARPER'S + YOUNG PEOPLE for four years. Every year I like it better. I hope + some of you will see this letter, if Mr. Harper is kind enough to + print it, and then you will know that I don't intend to cheat, for + I like all the children who take YOUNG PEOPLE. + + CARRIE STONE. + + * * * * * + +C. Y. P. R. U. + +HOW POTTERY IS MADE.--In looking over some old papers I came across this +essay, and thought it might interest the Postmistress: + + The various kinds of clay used in making pottery are found in + nearly all the countries of the globe. There is a particular kind + found at Amboy, New Jersey, of a grayish-white color, so caused by + the presence of iron. + + The first process, after being taken from the ground, is kneading + it until it resembles bread in the sponge. After this process, it + is thrown upon a slab, where it is taken by a second workman, who + places it upon a circular board made to revolve by a wheel + underneath it, worked by a treadle. + + The second process is the designing of articles, which requires a + great deal of skill and patience. After being turned, patted, and + hollowed out by the workman, the clay is ready for baking, after + sometimes being ornamented with figures cut in the pottery while + wet, and painted with blue or some other color. + + The baking of pottery is very slow, and requires great care. The + articles to be baked are placed on several wire shelves, and when + the oven is full, the door is bricked up to make it air-tight. + + Below this oven are two sets of arches; in the lower of which a + fire is made, which increases in heat gradually. + + After twenty-four hours a second fire is made in the upper arches, + of still greater heat, which is kept up for twenty-four hours more. + + At the end of fifty hours the door is partially removed, and the + ware taken out by means of long, slender sticks, and examined to + see if it is thoroughly done. + + The glazing process was discovered by accident. A workman in a + pottery in Germany, some time in the Middle Ages, to spite his + employer, threw salt on some ware which was baking, but, to his + amazement, found a beautiful glaze on the pottery instead of the + ruin he had desired. + + C. S. C., C.Y. + + * * * * * + +We would call the attention of the C. Y. P. R. U. this week to Mr. C. W. +Fisher's sketch of "The First Grenadier of France," and to "Millie's +Nile-Bird Hat," by Mr. Arthur Lindsley. Dr. Van Giesen's article on +"Advice to Boys" contains a number of suggestions that our readers will +do well to make themselves familiar with before setting out on +adventurous boating and bathing expeditions. Who will try and work out +Mr. A. W. Roberts's suggestions in regard to "Rustic Adornments for Lawn +and Garden"? If any of you do so, and are successful, the Postmistress +would be glad to have you write to her about it. + + * * * * * + +YOUNG PEOPLE'S COT. + +Contributions received for Young People's Cot, in Holy Innocent's Ward, +St. Mary's Free Hospital for Children, 407 West Thirty-fourth Street: + + Amy L. Lamprey, 50c.; Arthur Day, Clive Day, Willie Boyle, Harry + Kellogg, Willie Kellogg, Louie Butler, and Mabel W., from Hartford, + Conn., $13; Children's Sunday-school offering in memory of a little + boy who was sick, H. H. H., G. H. McD., F. O. S., T. W. M., C. L., + L. C. G., and C. A. W., Troy, N. Y., $8; Harry Johnston, Lausanne, + Switzerland, $10; total, $31.50; previously acknowledged, $1170.35; + grand total, July 15, $1201.85. + + E. AUGUSTA FANSHAWE, Treasurer, 43 New St. + +CHILDREN: I want to ask you all, those of you who have never taken an +interest in Young People's Cot, and those of you who, by your earnings, +savings, and contributions, have already helped us, if you will not set +to work in earnest, and let us see how soon we can have our Cot endowed. +You know it will not be "our very own" until we can give three thousand +dollars to the hospital, and the money that we already have is waiting +in the savings-bank until we can collect the whole amount. During these +lovely summer days, when you are well and strong, and enjoying the +delights of the country, playing in the green fields, gathering flowers, +or off at the sea-shore watching the great waves as they roll in one +after the other, please think of the poor little sick children, and +think of the Cot, in which I hope every reader of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +will have a share. We want that little Cot to be a resting-place for +many a poor sick child, where each one, in its turn, will have the best +of care and attention from the kind sisters and doctors, and be sent +home quite well and happy. It is just about a year since you first heard +of Young People's Cot. We have done very well in the past year, but let +us try and do even better in the coming one. You know we must never +stand still, but always improve as each year passes. I want each one of +you to take a personal interest in that little Cot, and to feel that you +have done something toward making the life of some poor sick child +brighter, that you have helped to bring some sunshine into a sorrowful +little life. Let each one of us do what we can, for the dear sake of one +who loved little children when He was here upon earth. + + E. A. FANSHAWE. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +COMPOUND DOUBLE ACROSTIC. + +1. Part of an animal. 2. A river in Italy. 3. To raise. 4. A reptile. +Primals--A stag. Finals--A stream. Connected--A city in New England. + + FRANK MCF. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +FOUR EASY WORD SQUARES. + +1.--1. Spoke. 2. A part in music. 3. A fact. 4. A roof. + +2.--1. A boy's name. 2. Atmosphere. 3. Attempt. + + CHARLES R. F. + +3.--1. A night-bird. 2. A river in England. 3. A verb. + +4.--1. A utensil. 2. Custom. 3. An insect. + + EFFIE. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +A DIAMOND. + +1. A letter. 2. An animal. 3. A letter. 4. To gain. 5. A letter. + + P. D. SARAH. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +TWO ENIGMAS. + +1. + + First in toad, not in snake. + Second in hoe, not in rake. + Third in boat, not in ship. + Fourth in boy, not in snip. + Fifth in tooth, not in jaw. + Sixth in crusty, not in claw. + Seventh in Charles, not in James. + Eighth in river, not in Thames. + Ninth in reef, not in sail. + Whole the name of a beautiful tale. + + E. S. H. + +2. + + First in tight, not in slack. + Second in coach, not in hack. + Third in whist, not in card. + Fourth in easy, not in hard. + Fifth in run, not in walk. + Sixth in crayon, not in chalk. + Seventh in fun, not in play. + Eighth in bird, not in jay. + Ninth in able, not in weak. + Tenth in Hebrew, not in Greek. + Eleventh in Venus, not in star. + Twelfth in rail, not in bar. + Whole a tower very high + Which people thought would touch the sky. + + R. B. B. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 141. + +No. 1. + + H i S + O a K + S h E + P ea T + I saa C + T hrough H + A r E + L es S + +Hospital Sketches. + +No. 2. + +Christopher Columbus. + +No. 3. + + C A R A T M A P L E + A G I L E A R R O W + R I F L E P R O V E + A L L O T L O V E R + T E E T H E W E R S + +No. 4. + +Asia. + +No. 5. + + C O W + O N E + W E N + +No. 6. + +Sweet-william. Mouse-tail. + +No. 7. + +A watch. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles were received from Amy Seibert, Lottie Cross, +Jarvis Tyler, Lucy Tilden, Jack Titus, "Peggotty," Eliza G. Holmes, +Eddie S. Hequembourg, Richard Lawrence, Charlie and Willie Lloyd, +"Martha," Allie E. Cressingham, Anna J. Davison, B. J. Lantz, Clarence +Chipman, Helen, Arthur A. Beebe, Frank Lomas, Louis Jochem, David +Heineman, Sydney Heineman, Frank H. Powell, Edwin P. Holt, Mary Smith, +"Sunshade," Lucy L. T., DuBois Freeman, "Eureka," P. D. Sarah, "Tommy +Tucker," "Blazes," T. C. L., "Daisy Deane," Lizzie G. Powell, Robin +Dyke, Charlie Cox, Harry Johnston, Jacob D. Jais, Eva Clarendon, +Margaret Nichols, Louise Raynor, Philip Remsen, "Flying Eagle," and Ada +Sykes. + + * * * * * + +[_For Exchanges, see 2d and 3d pages of cover._] + + + + +[Illustration: SOME ANSWERS TO WIGGLE No. 27, OUR ARTIST'S IDEA, AND NEW +WIGGLE, No. 28.] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, August 1, 1882, by Various + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 58896 *** |