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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 58965 ***
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+[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE]
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+Copyright, 1896, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved.
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+PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, AUGUST 4, 1896. FIVE CENTS A COPY.
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+VOL. XVII.--NO. 875. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR.
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+[Illustration]
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+HOW BRADDY'S BROTHER BROUGHT THE NEWS HOME.
+
+BY JULIANA CONOVER.
+
+
+"Slide! Slide! You'll make it! Hooray! Hooray! Tiger! Siss-boom-ah!"
+
+"Wake up, Bingham, wake up!"
+
+The boy opened his eyes with a start. "Mother! Why, what's the matter?"
+
+"I've been shaking you for fully two minutes, dear. I want you to get
+up."
+
+"Oh, what made you wake me?" reproachfully. "I was in the middle of a
+dream that I was playing second base in Tom's place, and was just making
+the winning run for Princeton."
+
+"Wouldn't you rather see the winning run made than dream about it?"
+
+Bingham sat up; he was wide-awake now.
+
+Mrs. Bradfield smiled. "Yes," she said, "I am going to let you go after
+all. Tom is so unhappy about it, so feverish and restless, that I am
+actually afraid of the consequences if he does not hear all about the
+game, so I have promised him to let you ride to Princeton on your
+bicycle; it is only twenty-five miles, and part of the way the road is
+good. You will have to stay all night, but Tom says that you can sleep
+in his room, and that Frank Porter will look after you."
+
+"Tiger-tiger-tiger! Siss-siss-siss-boom-boom-boom-ah-ah-ah!" shouted
+Bingo, and he pitched his pillow all across the room. "Trying a new
+curve," he hastily explained.
+
+In an incredibly short time he was dressed, had had his breakfast, and
+was ready to start off. He went in to say good-by to his brother. Poor
+Tom was down with an attack of rheumatic fever. He had come home to
+spend Sunday, after playing a brilliant game against the Orange Athletic
+Club, and had been taken ill.
+
+"So unfortunate," his mother said, "just before examination."
+
+"Such hard lack," said Bingo, "just before the Yale game."
+
+Tom had not pitched since Freshman year, but he was fielding and batting
+in splendid form, and his loss would seriously cripple the nine.
+
+But try as he might to get well, the pain and fever clung to him
+obstinately, and the day of the game found him, with his temperature at
+103°, declaring that if he couldn't play some one must see the game for
+him. His father was away, his mother couldn't leave him, so there was no
+one but Bingham, who had sadly resigned himself to his fate, when, as we
+have seen, his mother suddenly reversed her decision, and his world was
+filled with sunshine again.
+
+"Go to my room in Witherspoon," said Tom--"you know it--and tell Porter
+I sent you. He'll take you to Ivy to lunch, and down to the game. Be
+sure and telegraph, for I must hear, and they'll never get the news in
+this little out-of-the-way place."
+
+"Are you perfectly sure you know the road, dear, and that it will not be
+too much for you?" asked Mrs. Bradfield, anxiously, as she watched her
+youngest son examining his tire and fixing his brake. "I do wish the
+trains made connections."
+
+"I'd ride fifty miles through anything," said Bingham, his eyes
+glistening, "to see a Yale game. Good-by, mother. Don't worry. I'll
+surely telegraph, and will be home early to-morrow morning."
+
+"Good-by, dear. Cheer for Tom, and may the orange and black win the
+day."
+
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+
+It was a hilly, sandy road, one of the worst in New Jersey, washed out
+in many places, and with ruts like trenches, but Bingo scorched and
+coasted as though it were an asphalt pavement or cinder race-track, and
+he scarcely slowed up through the whole twenty-five miles, but came into
+Princeton, the perspiration rolling down his face and his shirt wringing
+wet. On the campus he met Tom's room-mate.
+
+"Why, if it isn't Braddy's brother," exclaimed Porter, "and steaming
+like a kettle! Glad to see you, boy. How is poor old Tom?"
+
+"A little better. He sent me up so as to tell him about the game."
+
+"I see. Official reporter for the Redwood _Star_," laughed Porter. "It's
+mighty hard lines that Tom is laid up. Woods is playing pretty well, but
+he can't touch the ball--strikes out every time. But come up to the
+room, little Brad. You'll spend the night, of course?"
+
+Bingham followed Frank Porter up to the well-known room in Witherspoon
+Hall, and there he washed off the stains of travel as well as he could
+for asking questions and examining the groups on the wall.
+
+"That's the '95 football team, isn't it? and there's Tom's Freshman
+nine. I saw the game here with Harvard, which we won, and we had a fire,
+don't you remember? What's that--the Glee Club? Tom has the picture of
+the Mandolin Club. Do you think we're going to win to-day? Will Blake
+pitch?" etc.
+
+Porter answered when Bingo gave him time, for "Braddy's brother" was a
+great favorite with Tom's friends, and they prophesied a brilliant
+athletic future for him.
+
+Before going to lunch Porter took him to see the ingenious invention of
+one of the members of the faculty--of a cannon for shooting curved
+balls. "It's going to be a great thing in baseball," Porter said. "It
+will save the pitcher's arm, and give the nine splendid batting
+practice."
+
+Lunch over, Bingham began to get impatient. Carriages and omnibuses were
+already rolling down to the grounds, and streams of people were
+ploughing through the dust.
+
+They stopped at the Athletic Club-house on their way, and all the nine
+shook hands with Bingo and asked after Tom; but his cup of joy was quite
+full when Blake, the Captain, told him to come with them and sit on the
+'varsity bench.
+
+Dave Hunter and the other Princeton boys looked enviously from the
+bleachers upon the honored guest, who sat squeezed in between Jack
+McMasters and Dr. Bovaird, his eyes glued to the diamond and his heart
+thumping against his ribs.
+
+Princeton came to the bat first, and Williams led off with a clean
+single to left, and Shaw followed by another to centre.
+
+It was a surprise that took every one's breath away, but they recovered
+it in time to cheer.
+
+Yale was too easy! They would pound her out of the box, even without the
+aid of Tom's two and three baggers!
+
+But Jackson flied out to second. Blake, who pitched, but couldn't hit a
+drop, went out on strikes; and though Williams stole third and Field got
+his first on balls, their innings closed with a beautiful spectacular
+catch by Woodward in centre field.
+
+Then Yale came to the bat, and her little handful of "rooters" made the
+air shiver with their wild barbaric cheer: "Brek-ek-ek-ex! Ko-ax, ko-ax.
+Brek-ek-ek-ex! Ko-ax, ko-ax. Oh-op, oh-op. Parabalou--Yale!"
+
+In a moment there came a crack of the bat.
+
+"Run it out! run it out!" cried the Yale coach.
+
+Bingo held his breath. It was a hot grounder to second, and Tom wasn't
+there. Woods fumbled it, and the first error was scored for Princeton.
+
+The next man got his base on balls, all due to his "beautiful eye," the
+Yale Captain seemed to think. Then Blake rallied and struck Jenkins out;
+and though Watson brought Smith to third on a sacrifice, the little
+shortstop fielded the next ball in fine style, and the runner was out.
+
+But Yale proved to be anything but "easy," for though the crowd in white
+duck trousers on the bleachers cheered themselves hoarse as directed
+with unremitting energy by their appointed leaders, not a single safe
+hit, or even an unearned run, was squeezed out of the next four innings;
+while Yale went in, and by timely sacrifices and well-bunched hits ran
+her score up to five. Five to nothing, and little Brad would have to
+telegraph that to Tom.
+
+The grand stand grew very quiet, though here and there were bunches of
+blue ribbon waving amid the glowing mass of orange and black. The men
+had stopped explaining the game to their sisters and friends. Let them
+ask why the same ones who batted the ball had to run, and why they
+changed sides so often. Their questions fell on the unresponsive air.
+
+Princeton came to the bat for the sixth inning. As Blake walked in from
+the pitcher's box, tired and discouraged, his eyes fell upon "Braddy's
+brother" leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. The droop of the
+strong young shoulders and the strained intense look gave him an added
+pang. It seemed like wanton cruelty to so bitterly disappoint a boy, and
+he knew that little Brad was feeling and suffering for two. Bingo tried
+to smile as the Captain put his arm round him, but it was hard work. His
+nerves were strung up to such a pitch that he could easily have cried,
+but one does not often do that at fourteen.
+
+"We'll beat them yet, little Brad," said Blake. "See if we don't."
+
+"We'll have to do it in this inning, then," answered Bingo, "because
+it's going to rain like everything."
+
+Blake looked up. The clouds were piling on top of one another black as
+night in the west, a tremendous wind had sprung up, and the dust was
+blowing a mile a minute. "Whew!" he whistled, "it looks like a cyclone;
+we _will_ have to do it this time--sure." And he walked over to coach.
+
+Williams was at the bat; two balls were called, then a strike; another
+ball. "Good eye--steady now--steady"--then a burst of applause, for his
+eye had proved true, and he took his base to the stimulating strains of
+the triple cheer.
+
+"Lead off--lively--look out--now you're _off_!" yelled Blake, and he
+was off, hurling himself at second with a reckless disregard of life and
+limb.
+
+"Safe!" declared the umpire, and the sky-rocket cheer broke loose again.
+
+Shaw gritted his teeth and held his bat in a vise. He too was watching
+the clouds, and knew that this might be their last chance. He had made
+one hit. Why couldn't he make another? And he did--a short one to right.
+And when Jackson followed by a foxy little bunt, the field almost went
+wild. Three men on bases and none out.
+
+Blake went to the bat, and as he did so he turned and looked at Braddy's
+brother; and he said afterwards that if ever a man had been inspired by
+a glance, he had been that day--"and it wasn't a girl, either." Such
+eager hope and earnest faith shone in little Brad's face that no one
+could have helped making a home run, and that's what happened to Blake,
+and he only realized the miracle as he dived for the home-plate, while
+the long cheer, and the short cheer, and the locomotive cheer, and the
+distant thunder all combined to bring to his consciousness the
+stupendous fact that he had made himself immortal.
+
+It was surely Princeton's inning, for Field made his first two-bagger,
+and was brought in on a bad overthrow. Then, with two men out, Green got
+his base on balls, stole second and third, and reached home on another
+single by Williams, and the score stood 6 to 5 when Yale came to the
+bat.
+
+Would the rain hold off for ten minutes more? It was doubtful. But Blake
+was determined not to lose any time, and strike after strike was called
+amid the wildest enthusiasm, and in one, two, three order the New Haven
+men were retired, just as the storm, which had been gathering, so
+ominously, burst.
+
+There was a stampede from the bleachers, ladies crowding into the grand
+stand and men making for the cage. The small boys dropped from trees and
+fences, and the ripping thunder, blinding lightning, and pelting rain
+had it all their own way for full fifteen minutes; and all that time
+"Little Brad" glowed like a miniature sun on the 'varsity bench, where
+the nine sat in cheerful resignation.
+
+But the game wasn't over, for the sky cleared with the same violence it
+had shown in clouding over, and though every one felt that _somewhere_
+there must have been a fearful ravaging storm, Princeton had fortunately
+only gotten the edge of it. The umpire declared himself ready, and
+Princeton went to the bat, only, like Yale, to go out in one, two, three
+order.
+
+"The fatal seventh!" groaned the _alumni_, as they saw the Yale Captain
+take his base on balls.
+
+"The fatal seventh!" said Braddy's brother, under his breath, as Watson
+took his base on a bad error.
+
+Alas, the fatal seventh! For though the next man flied out to short
+stop, and the next to third base, Atkinson made a clean two-bagger, and
+the blue in the grand stand broke out as the patches of sky had done,
+and the frog chorus held a jubilee, for Yale had tied the score, and
+Yale luck would surely do the rest. But with Atkinson jumping about on
+second, and Watson leading off daringly at third, Blake pitched three
+straight strikes, and saved the day.
+
+Neither scored in the eighth inning, and the ninth commenced in that
+hushed suspense which makes one wonder whether a close game pays. But
+Braddy's brother knew that Princeton would win; and when, with one out,
+Blake took his base on balls, and Field made a safe hit, he moistened
+his pencil to write the telegram to Tom on his score-card, but waited
+long enough to see Woods, for the first time in the season, send the
+ball over centre-field's head, and Blake and Field come home.
+
+Yes, Princeton had won; for though Yale batted hard, the tigers fielded
+the swift balls with a coolness born of confidence, and as the last man
+went out on a foul fly, the crowd rushed on the diamond in a frenzy of
+enthusiasm, and the faint "Brek-ek-ek-ex! Ko-ax, ko-ax!" came to an
+abrupt end.
+
+Bingo did not even stop to see the boys, but hurried out of the grounds
+and tore uptown waving his score-card with the 8 to 6 telegram written
+on it.
+
+"I want to send this to Redwood," he panted, elbowing his way into the
+office.
+
+"Sorry," was the short answer, "can't do it; the storm has broken all
+the wires down in that part of the State."
+
+Bingo's face fell. What should he do? Tom was waiting for the news, and
+would not be able to sleep until he heard. There was only one way of
+getting it to him, and that was--_to ride home_. The road would be bad,
+very bad;--he might be half the night getting there, but he had promised
+to let Tom know, and he would keep his promise at all costs. Having made
+up his mind, he was not going to let anything deter him. He would have
+loved to linger and talk over the great game, but with that rough long
+lonely ride before him it would not do to waste time. So he went for his
+wheel, only stopping on the campus long enough to ask Billy Appleton to
+tell Porter he had gone.
+
+"Why, you're crazy!" exclaimed Appleton, "Stark, staring mad. The roads
+will be in a fearful condition. Come, don't be an idiot, Brad. Tom can
+wait till to-morrow morning."
+
+But Braddy's brother shook his head. "You don't know how Tom feels, and
+I promised to let him hear to-night. If I break my wheel or puncture my
+tire I can walk; but I'll get there somehow, or bust."
+
+"Well, you have sand, if you do lack sense," laughed Appleton, "and I
+hope you'll make it. I'll tell Port. Give my love to old Tom. We missed
+him to-day, of course; but didn't Blake play a magnificent game?"
+
+Bingo nodded, and started off. For ten miles the road was comparatively
+good, and as long as the light lasted he managed to avoid the man-holes,
+and to steer clear of fallen trees and loose stones; but by eight
+o'clock it was dark. His lantern kept going out, the hills seemed like
+the Matterhorn, and the valleys were choked with the débris of the
+storm.
+
+"I _must_ have smashed my wheel that time!" exclaimed poor Bingo, as he
+got up from his second header, badly bruised. "I've a great mind to go
+back; the roads get worse and worse."
+
+Then he thought of Tom, and how, not knowing the 8 to 6 score, he might
+lie awake all night fancying that Princeton had been beaten.
+
+That would never do, and though it took all the sand that the boy had in
+his composition, he started off bravely again to carry the news home.
+All the memorable night rides of history seemed to him pure fun in
+comparison with this twenty-five-mile bicycle ride in the wake of a
+cyclone, the object of which was just as important as was that of Paul
+Revere, or Sheridan, or of the men who brought the news from Ghent to
+Aix. It was "too easy to gallop." Here he took another header, and his
+tire, which had sustained several slight punctures, suddenly collapsed.
+
+Bingo sat down and actually laughed. The situation was hopeless to
+absurdity. It must be nine o'clock, and he had started before six, and
+there were still five miles to be gotten over somehow. But again the
+thought of the 8 to 6 score spurred him on, and dragging the wheel,
+which seemed to weigh tons, he trudged manfully through the sand,
+splashing in and out of puddles and climbing up and down hills, until
+the joyful sight of his own front gate at last rewarded him.
+
+Then with a wild whoop he dropped the bicycle and sprinted up the road
+to the house. Three or four windows opened simultaneously.
+
+"Eight to 6, 8 to 6!" shouted Bingo. "Tiger-siss-boom-ah! 8 to 6."
+
+"In Princeton's favor?" cried his mother.
+
+"Sure!" screamed back the boy, and in another moment Bingo had rushed
+upstairs into his brother's room to find Tom, flushed with fever, waving
+an old Princeton banner and cheering like mad. And to show what college
+spirit is, not until Bingo had described the whole game did his mother
+have the heart to ask him about the storm and how he had gotten home.
+
+Blake's home run was so much more important. Why, the ride seemed
+nothing to him now.
+
+"You really ought not to have done it, dear," said Mrs. Bradfield. "It
+was a terrible risk--and to come all alone--after such a storm."
+
+Bingo laughed, and said nothing.
+
+
+
+
+THE MAKING OF CANNON PROJECTILES.
+
+BY FRANKLIN MATTHEWS.
+
+
+For twenty-five years the men who make material used in warfare have
+been engaged in the sharpest kind of a contest between themselves. On
+the one side they have been trying to make armor so tough and strong
+that it could withstand the heaviest shots, and on the other side they
+have been trying to make projectiles, which is another name for big
+bullets, that will go through this armor. Sometimes the armor men have
+been ahead, and sometimes the projectile men have been foremost. The
+armor men have usually forced the fighting, and then the projectile men
+have matched them. At present the projectile men say they are ahead, and
+that the armor men must make armor tougher and harder or they will be
+beaten.
+
+[Illustration: TWO THIRTEEN-INCH SHELLS.
+
+One having pierced and the other been stopped by armor plate.]
+
+All this struggle grew out of the war between Germany and France a
+quarter of a century ago. The experts noticed then that the cannons and
+powder were wasting a great deal of force, because the projectiles they
+threw couldn't begin to carry all the energy of the weapons. At once
+scientific men began to make a study how to produce projectiles that
+would do the full work of the guns, and year by year they have been
+improving these enormous bullets, until now marvellous results have been
+reached. A writer who made a study of these results said, not long ago,
+that the weight of the projectiles in a broadside in 1779 from the
+_Bonhomme Richard_, Paul Jones's famous flag-ship, which carried
+forty-two guns, weighed only fifty-seven more pounds than the shot of
+one of the 10-inch guns of our present second-class battle-ship _Maine_.
+The broadside of the guns of our famous old _Constitution_, in her fight
+in 1812 with the _Java_, weighed sixty-three pounds less than the shot
+of one of the 12-inch guns on the _Monterey_ of the new navy. The
+twenty-three guns of the well-known _Pensacola_, the ship that did
+marvellous work in running by the batteries at New Orleans in 1862, in
+our civil war, threw less in a single discharge than two of the 13-inch
+guns of our first-class battle-ship _Indiana_ could throw to-day. There
+is no use in having big guns and improved powder unless you have strong
+and tough projectiles to convey the power of the guns and powder against
+the target at which you are shooting. The experts put this in a
+different way by saying that the projectile is "the vehicle of the
+energy of the gun." This is a dry and scientific way of saying that
+there is no use in having a giant's strength if you have only pebbles to
+throw. We can all understand that.
+
+There is no secret about the making of the big cannons in these days.
+There are many secrets, however, in the making of the powder used in
+these guns. There is much more secrecy in the way the projectiles are
+made. In fact, so secret is the process by which these enormous bullets
+are made that not even the naval officers, who are stationed at the
+factories where they are produced to see that each projectile answers
+the requirements, are allowed to witness the process of manufacture. The
+naval officers are not supposed to know what goes into the make-up of
+these bits of steel, except in a general way, nor how they are hardened
+so that they may pierce thick plates of toughened steel. I am sure,
+therefore, that those of you who read this will not expect me to reveal
+these secrets. Even if I knew them--and I confess that I don't--I
+couldn't be expected to tell them, and I am inclined to think that,
+after all, as is the case with secrets usually, they wouldn't be of much
+use to us after we did find them out. They would be as dry and as
+uninteresting as the hardest kind of a problem in arithmetic or algebra.
+When all would be told, we should probably find that they consisted of a
+lot of strange letters and figures, such as they use in chemistry, and
+there would be no pleasure in reading about that.
+
+[Illustration: TESTING PROJECTILES ON ARMOR PLATE.]
+
+Still there are many things about projectiles that are common property,
+and we may talk about them freely. Every one must know that projectiles
+are made from hardened billets of steel, and that they are heated and
+rolled and pounded until they are of the desired shape and strength.
+Certain chemicals are put into them to give the steel additional
+strength, and the most careful adjustment, even to a one-thousandth part
+of an inch, is made when the projectiles are shaped finally. The test of
+the size and shape of these missiles is so thorough that the most
+delicate work is necessary in finishing them. You look at a 13-inch
+shell. It is probably three feet high, and weighs about 1100 pounds. It
+is anything but a delicate-looking object, and certainly the work it is
+intended to do is not delicate. A 13-inch shell, which is the largest
+size made in this country, is about as robust an affair as human skill
+has yet devised. To test such a shell two slender steel rings are used.
+One is two-thousandth part of an inch larger in diameter than the
+required size of the shell, and the other is two-thousandth part of an
+inch smaller. The larger ring must pass freely over the projectile, and
+the smaller ring must not pass over it. When one thinks of the
+difficulty of pounding or rolling a heated piece of ordinary steel into
+such a perfect shape, he can see what a delicate task it must be. But
+think how much more difficult it must be when certain alloys are put
+into the steel to make it so rough that it can be made to pass through a
+plate of hardened armor, say seventeen inches thick. Probably no more
+delicate mechanical work exists than in shaping these projectiles.
+
+[Illustration: LOADING 13-INCH GUNS WITH 1100-POUND SHELLS AND POWDER
+CHARGES.]
+
+There are five places in this country where the projectiles for the
+cannons of the army and navy are made. Most of them use processes which
+are secured from Europe. The fewest possible number of persons, both in
+this country and abroad, know the secret of their production. The
+workmen in the factories do not know the various steps and compositions
+of the metals they use. Aside from the owners of the process and the
+chemists in their employ, almost no one else knows the secret. Each
+workman only knows his own part, and if they should all get together and
+each should tell what he knows, their combined knowledge would be of
+little value to them in discovering the secret. The chief places of
+manufacture in this country are at the Midvale Steel-Works, in
+Philadelphia, where the famous Holtzer projectiles are made; the
+Carpenter Works, at Reading, Pennsylvania, where the Carpenter
+projectiles are produced; the Wheeler-Sterling Mills, in Pittsburg,
+where the Sterling projectiles are made; the Johnson Works at Spuyten
+Duyvil, New York; and the United States Projectile Company's Works in
+Brooklyn. The three first named produce the larger projectiles used in
+our guns. At the Midvale Works, through which I had the pleasure of
+going by courtesy of the president, Mr. Harrah, before I wrote this
+article, one may see many picturesque things in the manufacture of
+steel, and it is possible that one may look upon some of the more
+rudimentary processes of projectile-making without knowing it; but when
+one comes to the place where the projectiles are really made, he finds
+himself facing a big fence with a locked gate, and a sign saying that no
+one, not even those employed in other work about the immense
+establishment, is permitted to go inside the barrier. A big bell hangs
+outside the gate, and if one wishes to speak with any one inside the
+enclosure, he must ring that and call out the man. There is a big open
+cistern outside, where the specially prepared water used inside the mill
+is collected, but that is all one can see. Inasmuch as all this secrecy
+is necessary to the welfare of our country, I am sure that the curiosity
+of all patriotic persons should stop at this point, and we must all go
+away satisfied and even pleased with all these precautions.
+
+Projectiles are of three kinds: the armor-piercing, the
+semi-armor-piercing, and the ordinary bursting projectiles, commonly
+called shrapnel. We are confining most of our efforts at present to
+making the armor-piercing and the semi-armor-piercing projectiles. The
+armor-piercing shot are practically solid pieces of metal. The
+semi-armor-piercing projectiles are hollow, and contain a bursting
+charge, usually of ordinary powder. The solid shot are for use in the
+large guns of ships, and are intended to pierce the armor of
+battle-ships and wreck their machinery. They simply break up the armor
+of a vessel. The semi-armor projectiles are for the same purpose, and
+also especially for use in mortar guns. These guns are short-muzzled
+affairs, and they throw their shells high in the air, so that they may
+come down on a deck, burst, and pass clear through a ship's bottom. The
+chief defences of New York harbor consist of a large battery of these
+mortar guns in the trees and behind the sand hummocks at Sandy Hook. It
+is estimated that only one out of two hundred shots that they fire into
+the air with a high curve will strike a war-ship attempting to pass into
+the harbor, but it is also known that one of these shots will pass
+through any ship from top to bottom, and, bursting as it passes
+through, will sink any vessel afloat. A 13-inch semi-armor-piercing
+projectile carries about fifty pounds of powder inside, and it is
+exploded by percussion--that is, by the shock of contact with a solid
+substance. The shrapnel shells contain bullets of various sizes, and
+they explode on percussion. Their object is to scatter bullets about a
+ship's deck and clear it of men, rather than to sink the ship.
+
+A projectile is useless, provided it is of the solid kind, if it breaks
+in pieces when it hits its target. The energy of the gun and powder is
+all used up in breaking itself to pieces. If it passes through armor
+without injuring itself at all, the full energy of the gun is sent
+against the target, and the projectile does its complete work. A
+projectile is supposed to pass through armor one and one-eighth times
+its own diameter in thickness--that is, an 8-inch projectile is supposed
+to be a match for 9-inch armor, and so on.
+
+[Illustration: THE PARTS OF A SHELL.]
+
+There are five distinct parts to every projectile. They are the point,
+the ogival, the bourrelet, the body, and the base. The point, of course,
+is the extreme forward end; the ogival is the rounded part just behind
+the point; the bourrelet is a bright band of steel where the rounded
+part ends--it is intended to fit the bore of a gun closely, and with a
+tight grip; the body is the long, straight part; and the base is the
+flat end, with a band which grips the rifling of the gun, by means of
+which a revolving motion is given to the projectile as it is hurled
+against its target.
+
+
+
+
+CROSSING THE XUACAXÉLLA.
+
+BY CAPTAIN CHARLES A. CURTIS, U. S. A.
+
+IV.
+
+
+The boys were frightened. Their hearts rose in their throats, and it was
+difficult to restrain an impulse to turn and run; but a soldierly
+instinct brought them to a "ready," with eyes fixed upon the probable
+enemy.
+
+"Quick, Henry! Shoot!" exclaimed Frank, reserving his own fire.
+
+The younger sergeant raised his double-barrelled shot-gun to his
+shoulder and pulled both triggers. Down went the sixteen Indians as if
+the bird-shot had been fatal to all. The plain became in an instant as
+objectless as it was a moment before.
+
+"Load, Henry, and backward march!" said Frank, ready to fire whenever a
+head showed itself above the grass, and at the same time moving as fast
+as possible toward the camp-fire.
+
+"How! how! how!" was chorussed from the direction of the Indians, and
+several naked brown arms were stretched upward, holding rifles
+horizontally in the air.
+
+"That means peace," said Henry. "They aren't going to fire. Let's
+answer. How! how! how!"
+
+"How! how! how!" Frank joined in, and at once the sixteen red men sprang
+to their feet, apparently none the worse for Henry's double charge of
+bird-shot at short range. They held their weapons above their heads, and
+continuing to utter their friendly "How," rapidly advanced toward the
+boys.
+
+"They aren't playing us a trick, are they, Frank?" asked Henry, in an
+anxious tone.
+
+"No," replied the older boy, after snatching a glance to the rear. "The
+Lieutenant and soldiers are saddling. The Indians dare not harm us on an
+open plain in sight of a mounted force."
+
+The boys stopped, and the red men approached and began shaking their
+hands in the most friendly manner, over and over again, repeating "How"
+many times. They were clad in loose and sleeveless cotton shirts, all
+ragged and dirty, with no other clothing. The one who appeared to be
+chief was distinguished by the possession of three shirts, worn one
+above the other. Each man possessed several hares and field-rats, held
+against his waist by tucking the heads under his belt.
+
+The sergeants and their strange guests reached the camp-fire, and the
+hand-shaking and exchange of friendly civilities went on for some time.
+The chief approached me, and asked in mongrel Spanish:
+
+"Usto Capitan?" (are you the Captain?)
+
+I replied in the affirmative.
+
+"Yo Capitan tambien, mucho grande heap Capitan." (I'm a Captain, too; a
+very great heap Captain.)
+
+He then asked where we were from and where we were going, and informed
+us that they were Yavapais on a hunting expedition. We exchanged bread
+with them for a few cotton-tails, and set Clary to making a rabbit stew,
+the boys and I deferring our supper until it should be ready.
+
+"Oh, Lieutenant!" shouted Henry from the direction of the Indians a
+moment later. "Come and see what these creatures are doing!"
+
+I left the ambulance, and joined the group of soldiers who stood in a
+circle about an inner circle of seated Indians. Each Yavapais had
+selected a rat from the collection in his belt, and had laid it on the
+coals without dressing or in any way disturbing its anatomy. He rolled
+the rat over once or twice, and took it up and brushed and blew off the
+singed hair. He placed it again on the fire for a moment, and, taking it
+up, pinched off the fore legs close to the body, and the hind legs at
+the ham-joint. Replacing it on the coals, he turned it over and over a
+few more times. Picking it up for the third time, he held it daintily in
+the palm of his left hand, and with his right plucked off the flesh and
+placed it in his mouth.
+
+When we were making our beds ready for the night, Vic, whom we had
+forgotten in the exciting events of the evening, trotted into camp and
+laid a horseshoe in Henry's lap. The lad took it up, and exclaimed,
+
+[Illustration: "ONE OF CHIQUITA'S SHOES! A LEFT HIND SHOE!"]
+
+"One of Chiquita's shoes!--a left hind shoe!"
+
+"How do you know?" I asked.
+
+"Private Sattler always shaped the left heel of the left shoe like this,
+to correct a fault in her gait."
+
+"May I look at the shoe, sergeant?" asked Corporal Duffey, approaching
+from the group of men near the guard's fire. "Shoes are like
+handwriting; no two blacksmiths make them alike."
+
+Henry passed the shoe to the corporal, who turned it over, examined it
+closely, and handed it back, saying:
+
+"I am a blacksmith by trade, and know all the shoes made by the smiths
+in the regiment. This is one of Sattler's. He put a side-weight on it,
+and here is the bevel-mark of his hammer."
+
+"Then Chiquita certainly came this way, and Vic was on her trail when we
+saw her, coming from the tanks," remarked Frank; "but there could have
+been no scent after so long a time."
+
+"Oh, she knows the ponies' tracks," asseverated Henry. "She knows their
+halters and bridles, and will bring them when told to, without mistake.
+Of course she knew Chiquita's shoe, and she knows Chiquita is my pony,
+and I believe she knows we are going after her."
+
+I repeat this, not because I think the dog so exceedingly wise, but to
+show the boys' belief in her intelligence. She had brought in a shoe
+which bore the government mark, and which had been fitted by the Fort
+Whipple blacksmith.
+
+The sentinel waked us the next morning at four o'clock, and informed us
+that the Indians had left two hours before. The animals were driven to
+the tanks, the vessels and canteens filled, and at six we started. Clary
+warmed up the rabbit stew left over from supper, but the rat association
+was still too strong, and the boys passed it over to the dog. All the
+water was used in the preparation of breakfast except that in the
+canteens. It would have been better if we had again gone to the tanks
+and refilled the camp-kettles and coffee-pots; but the delay necessary
+to do it, and the assurance that there was water at Hole-in-the-Plain
+determined me to go on at once. The weather was a repetition of that of
+the previous day, hot and windless.
+
+The road proved generally smooth, but there were occasional long
+stretches over which it was impossible to drive faster than a walk.
+About four o'clock in the afternoon we reached the Hole-in-the-Plain,
+and found nothing but a mass of thin mud. The water had dried up. Vic,
+consumed with thirst, waded into the mud, and rolled in it until she
+was the color of fresh adobe, and was, in consequence, made to ride on
+the driver's foot-board in disgrace.
+
+We had intended to pass the night at the Hole; but now we were obliged
+to go on, when really in no condition to do so. The men and animals were
+suffering much more than I have time or space to mention. The previous
+day's experience and the poor water at the tanks had made our second day
+on the desert more exhausting than the first. To be obliged to add
+another day's journey to the one just finished was exceedingly
+depressing.
+
+Very gloomy, and doubtful of the outcome, we left the Hole-in-the-Plain.
+The plain became undulating, and was frequently crossed by deep and dry
+ravines, and loose stones obstructed the wheels. We were toiling slowly
+up a slope when a horseman overtook us who proved to be Mr. Gray. He
+slowed up, and asked how we were getting on. All the incidents of the
+journey since parting with him the day before were related, and our
+present plight explained.
+
+He spoke encouragingly. Told us that Tyson's Wells were now not far
+away, and that the road would soon improve.
+
+"Keep up your courage, lads, and you will soon be there," he shouted
+back as he galloped swiftly away in the darkness.
+
+At midnight the road ascended a roll in the plain, and became once more
+hard and smooth. The driver urged the team into a series of brief and
+spasmodic trots, which lasted a couple of hours, when we again descended
+to a lower level, where the wearily slow gait was resumed. With the
+slower pace our hopes fell and our thirst increased. As Private Tom
+Clary expressed it to the driver:
+
+"In a place like this a gallon of Black Tank's water would be acciptible
+without a strainer, and no riflictions passed upon the wigglers."
+
+"That's so, Tom," called Henry from the depths of his blankets; "I could
+drink two quarts of it--half and half."
+
+"Half and half--what do you mean?" I asked.
+
+"Half water and half wigglers," was the answer.
+
+"I thought you were asleep."
+
+"Can't sleep, sir; I'm too thirsty. Did drop off once for two or three
+minutes, and dreamed of rivers, waterfalls, springs, and wells that I
+could not reach."
+
+"I've not slept at all," said Frank; "just been thinking whether I ever
+rode over a mile in Vermont without crossing a brook or passing a
+watering-trough."
+
+"It's beginning to grow light in the east," observed the driver. "By the
+time we reach the top of the next roll we can see whether we are near
+the wells."
+
+"You may stop the team, Marr," said I. "We will wait for the escort to
+close up."
+
+The carriage stopped, and we got out to stretch our legs while the
+straggling soldiers slowly overtook us. The man on the wounded bronco
+did not arrive until the edge of the sun peeped above the horizon, and I
+ordered him to remove the saddle and bridle, hitch the animal behind the
+ambulance, and take a seat beside the driver.
+
+Just when we were about to start again, Frank asked permission to run
+ahead with the field-glass to the rising ground and look for Tyson's
+Wells. I consented, and told him to signal us if he saw them, and that
+if he did not we would halt and turn out, and send the least worn of the
+escort ahead for relief.
+
+Frank started, and presently disappeared behind some brush at a turn in
+the road. An instant later be shouted and screamed at the top of his
+voice. Whether he was shouting with joy or terror, or had gone out of
+his senses, we were unable to guess. It sounded like,
+
+"Who-o-o-op!--water!--water!--water!"
+
+Had the boy seen a mirage or gone mad? We could see nothing but the
+broad hollow about us, barren and dry as ever. But still the boy
+continued to shout, "Water!--water!" and presently he appeared round the
+bend, running and holding up what appeared to be a letter. It was a
+letter. When Frank reached the ambulance, tears were in his eyes as he
+handed me a yellow envelope.
+
+"Found it on the head of a barrel, over there, with a stone upon it to
+prevent it from blowing away."
+
+Breaking open the envelope with trembling fingers I read:
+
+  "Tyson's Wells.
+
+     "DEAR LIEUTENANT,--Please accept four barrels of water and four
+     bushels of corn, with my compliments.
+
+  "GRAY."
+
+Need I confess the emotions with which we realized the service this
+brave Arizona merchant had done us? Or need I mention that Mr. Gray--God
+bless him, wherever he may be!--is always remembered with gratitude by
+me?--for this is no idle incident invented to amuse a reader, but an
+actual occurrence.
+
+Water!--four barrels!--one hundred and sixty gallons! That meant two
+gallons for each man and boy, and nearly ten for each animal. It meant
+rest, speed, safety.
+
+We moved across the ravine and found the four barrels by the road-side.
+The animals were fastened to the ambulance and the acacia bushes, the
+heads of the barrels removed, and after each person had satisfied his
+thirst the camp-kettles were used until horses and mules had drunk the
+contents of two each. The stock was then turned loose to graze.
+
+We felt exceedingly grateful to our newly made friend for helping us in
+our distress, and our gratitude found frequent expression while the men
+prepared breakfast. When the coffee was poured, Private Tom Clary arose,
+and holding up his tin cup, said to his comrades:
+
+"B'ys, here's a toast to be drunk standing, and for many raysons, which
+I think nade not be explained to this assimbly, I'm glad to drink it in
+a decoction whose principal ingraydiant is wather. Here's to Mr. Gray,
+whose conduct at Soldiers' Holes, at Date Creek, and on the Walkerhalyer
+has won our admiration. May he never lack for the fluid he has so
+ginerously dispinsed, nor a soft hand to smooth his last pillow, and
+plinty of masses for the repose of his sowl!"
+
+Frank and Henry sprang toward the circle of soldiers, raised their cups
+as Clary finished his sentiment, and joined in the hearty response when
+he closed.
+
+At one o'clock the animals were caught up, given the remainder of the
+water and their portion of the grain, and got ready for the road. Once
+up the slope Marr cracked his whip, the mules started promptly into a
+trot, the horses of the escort broke into a canter, and amid the
+cheerful clatter of hoofs and the rattle of wheels we sped on our way as
+fresh as if we were just leaving Fort Whipple. A ride of twenty miles
+brought us to Tyson's Wells. These were two in number, sunk at the
+intersection of several roads to settlements and mines, an accommodation
+to trains, flocks, and herds, and a profit to the owner.
+
+I learned from Colonel Tyson that immediately upon his arrival Mr. Gray
+had hired a wagon to take water and grain to us. He had bargained for
+the driver to go until he met us; but the man being prepaid may account
+for his not fulfilling his agreement to the letter.
+
+The rest of the day and night was spent at the Wells, the boys and I
+taking our supper at the "Desert Hotel," kept by the Colonel. At the
+table Henry asked if we should return the way we came.
+
+"Yes, if I can find a few kegs in La Paz for water," I answered.
+
+"But we cannot haul kegs enough to supply the animals."
+
+"It will not be difficult to cross the desert now that we are acquainted
+with it and know what to expect. We will follow the army rule in such
+cases, and I think you will find it interesting to let experience answer
+your question."
+
+Just as we were going to bed Mr. Baldwin arrived from La Paz. He
+informed me that Texas Dick and Jumping Jack were there, and in
+possession of the black and cream colored ponies; that there was to be a
+horse-race the following afternoon, and the ponies had been entered. At
+this news the boy sergeants became much excited, and proposed a dozen
+impracticable ways of going on at once and seizing their property.
+
+Baldwin said he had talked the matter over with Mr. Gray, and the
+merchant had advised that we give out a report in La Paz that we were
+there on the transportation and storehouse business only, and make no
+immediate attempt to capture the ponies. He said the town was full of
+the friends of the horse-thieves, and that all our movements would be
+closely watched and reported to them. If they became alarmed they would
+probably run across the Mexican boundary at once. He thought that by
+waiting a little and learning where the horses were kept we should be
+more likely to regain them than by hurrying.
+
+"But why cannot we attend the race, with the escort, as spectators, and
+seize them?" asked Frank.
+
+"That is a move they will be sure to be looking for. If any of you go to
+the race, I believe neither of those men or the ponies will be there."
+
+I was inclined to believe Baldwin right. I told him to return to La Paz
+before daylight and circulate the report that I was coming, and for the
+purpose he had mentioned. I also requested him to watch Jack and Dick,
+and if he saw any signs of flight to come and meet me. He left for La
+Paz a little after midnight, reaching there at four o'clock the
+following morning. We were met on the out-skirts of the town by Mr.
+Baldwin, who told us Mr. Gray expected us to be his guests during our
+stay, and that his corral and store-rooms were at the service of the men
+and stock.
+
+Going directly to Mr. Gray's house, we were welcomed by the hospitable
+trader to his substantial bachelor quarters. He stood upon his veranda
+when we drove up, and conducted us in person to pleasant rooms,
+assigning the boys one to themselves, in which were many evidences that
+he had been looking forward to their visit and understood boyish needs
+and pleasures.
+
+Henry, after changing his travelling suit for a bright uniform, appeared
+upon the veranda with glowing face and shining hair.
+
+"Mr. Gray, how pleasant you have made that room for Frank and me? Have
+you any boys of your own?" he asked.
+
+"Only two nephews, Sandy and Malcolm, in the 'Land of Cakes,'" was the
+reply.
+
+"What a good uncle you must be to them!"
+
+"Thank you, laddie. I hope the bairns are as fine boys as you and your
+brother."
+
+"You are very kind to say so, sir. May I ask you a question?"
+
+"A dozen, laddie, if you choose."
+
+"When you overtook us on the desert you said it was not far to Tyson's
+Wells, and that we should soon be there?"
+
+"Ah!--then you thought it a long way, Sergeant?"
+
+"Perhaps my terrible thirst had something to do with it, but I thought
+you had a queer notion of distances."
+
+"Only a little deception to keep up your hearts. I saw you were in sorry
+need of water, and I rode hard to send it to you; but I wanted you to do
+your best to meet it. You would have found the distance longer without
+it."
+
+"I think I should, sir. The last twenty miles were just nothing after we
+found your barrels."
+
+After dinner we were told information had been dropped at the hotels and
+business places that we were here to meet a director of the Colorado
+Navigation Company. We also learned that the steamer _Cocopah_ had also
+arrived from up-river the day before, and was now at her landing, two
+miles below town, waiting the return of the director from Wickenburg.
+Both Mr. Gray and Mr. Baldwin thought the horse-thieves were suspicious
+of out presence, for they had not placed the stolen ponies in any of the
+corrals or stables of the town. A horse-race was advertised to come off
+in the afternoon, half a mile below the steamboat landing, and Texas
+Dick and Juan Brincos had entered horses for the stakes.
+
+Mr. Gray advised that none of our party should attend the race, saying
+that our absence would give the thieves a greater sense of security, and
+improve our chances of regaining the ponies.
+
+Believing his convictions to be correct, I sent an order to the escort
+not to go south of the town during the day, and telling Frank and Henry
+to amuse themselves about the streets and the immediate vicinity of the
+town, started with Mr. Gray to look up and rent a building for a
+military storehouse.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+A VIRGINIA CAVALIER.[1]
+
+[1] Begun in HARPER'S ROUND TABLE No. 868.
+
+BY MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL.
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+
+Indians were not an entirely new sight to George, but the few who
+occasionally came to Greenway were quite different from the thriftless,
+lazy, peaceable individuals and remnants of tribes that remained in
+remote parts of lower Virginia. There was an Indian village of forty or
+fifty in a piece of wild country about ten miles from Ferry Farm, but
+they were not dangerous, except to hen-roosts and pigsties; and although
+the men talked grandiloquently of the time when their fore-fathers owned
+the land and lived by hunting, they seemed perfectly satisfied
+themselves to sit and bask in the sun, smoking tobacco of the squaws'
+raising, and living upon grain raised by the same hard-working squaws.
+
+But the first Indian that he saw at Greenway was altogether unlike
+these, and in George's eyes vastly more respectable. He came one
+morning, just as George and Lord Fairfax had walked out on the porch
+after breakfast. He strode up the path, carrying on his shoulder the
+dressed carcass of a deer. He was of medium height, but so superbly made
+and muscular that the heavy carcass seemed as light as a feather. He
+stalked up to the porch, and throwing the carcass down, folded his arms
+with an air of supreme indifference, and waited to be addressed.
+
+"For sale?" asked the Earl.
+
+The Indian nodded his head without speaking. Lord Fairfax called to
+Lance to bring his purse. Lance in a few minutes appeared, and the
+instant his eyes fell upon the Indian his countenance changed. Not so
+the Indian's, who stood looking him squarely in the eye with
+characteristic stolidity.
+
+The Earl counted out some money and offered it to the Indian, who took
+it with a grunt of satisfaction.
+
+"Now," said the Earl, "take the carcass to the kitchen, where you will
+find something to eat if you wish."
+
+The Indian showed his familiarity with English by picking up the carcass
+and disappearing around the corner with it. As soon as he was out of
+hearing, Lance said to the Earl:
+
+"If you please, sir, that Injun, who pretends to be a squaw-man, is no
+less than Black Bear, one of the most bloodthirsty devils I ever knew.
+He was in the thick of the last attack they made on us, and I'll
+warrant, sir, if I could turn his blanket back from his right shoulder I
+would find a hole made by a musket-ball I sent at him. It disabled him,
+but I can see the rascal now walking away just as coolly as if I had
+tickled him with a feather instead of hitting him with a lead bullet. He
+never in the world brought that carcass over the mountains; that is not
+in his line. There is more of Black Bear's sort hereabouts; you may
+depend on it, sir."
+
+Lord Fairfax shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"We are prepared for defence if they come at us; but I shall have to
+depend upon you, Lance, to give us warning." And the Earl went quietly
+back to his library.
+
+Not so George. He had a desire to know more of Black Bear, and went with
+Lance around to the back of the house.
+
+"You won't find that Injun eating, sir; he don't want anything to eat.
+He wants to sneak into the house and see what sort of a place it is,"
+said Lance.
+
+Sure enough, when they reached the kitchen there was nothing to be seen
+of Black Bear, although the deer's carcass was hung up on a nail high
+above the ground, out of reach of the dogs. Cæsar, the cook--a fat,
+jolly negro, with a great white apron on--was standing in the kitchen
+door, looking around.
+
+"Where is the Injun who brought that deer-meat here?" asked Lance.
+
+"I's lookin' fur him now," responded Cæsar. "I didn' heah no soun', an'
+when I tu'n roun' d'yar was de carkiss hangin' 'n de nail. Dem Injuns is
+slicker 'n cats when dey move."
+
+Lance, followed by George, passed into the kitchen, and through a short
+covered way which led to the lower part of the house. The covered way,
+and the kitchen too, were of the same rough stone half-way up. A few
+steps at the end of the covered way led down into the cellars where the
+arms and provisions were stored. It was quite dark down there, and Lance
+struck his flint and made a light. They had not gone far in the
+underground passage when George instinctively felt some one stealing by
+him. He turned quickly, and in a moment Black Bear was pinioned to the
+wall.
+
+"What are you doing here?" asked Lance, gruffly.
+
+The Indian, remaining perfectly still, said: "White man's house like
+rabbit-burrow. Injun get lost in it."
+
+George, at a sign from Lance, let the Indian go, and he stalked solemnly
+out in front of them. Around outside Lance said,
+
+"What is your name?"
+
+"Squaw-man," was the Indian's laconic answer; and as the squaw-men had
+no distinctive names, it was answer enough. But Lance grinned openly at
+this.
+
+"You don't look like a squaw-man, but a warrior, and your name, if I
+know it, is Black Bear. Now, if you are a squaw-man, show me how that
+carcass ought to be cut up; and here is some money for you if you do it
+right." Black Bear looked longingly at the money, but he was evidently
+not used to cutting up dressed meat, and he made no attempt at it. He
+grunted out something, and then strode off in the direction of the path
+up the mountain.
+
+"There you go," apostrophized Lance, "and we shall see you before long
+with a firelock and a hatchet, and with a lot of other savages of your
+own kidney."
+
+At dinner that day George told Lord Fairfax about finding the Indian
+prowling about the cellar, and Lance's suspicions.
+
+The morning had been bright, but it grew so cold and snowy towards the
+afternoon that Lord Fairfax remained at home, and George took his ride
+alone. He had not gone but a few miles along the rugged mountain road,
+when a furious snow-storm set in, and he quickly retraced his steps. It
+grew suddenly dark, but his horse was sure of foot, and George himself
+knew the way home perfectly. He galloped along through the darkness and
+the fast-falling snow, which deadened the sound of his horse's hoofs. He
+was surprised, though, to see a number of tracks in the snow as he
+passed along. He instantly recognized moccasin tracks, and remembered
+Lance's prediction that the alleged squaw-man had some companions with
+him. At one point on the road George was convinced that he heard a low
+whistle. He stopped his horse and turned in his saddle, but there was no
+sound except the crackling of the trees as the wind swept through their
+bare branches, and the faint sound of falling water in the distance. As
+he sat on his horse, a perfect picture of young manhood, two stealthy
+eyes were fixed on him, and Black Bear, concealed behind a huge
+mountain-ash, noiselessly and rapidly raising a firelock, took direct
+aim at him. The horse, which had stood perfectly still, suddenly started
+as a shot rang out, and a bullet whizzed past George so close that he
+felt the current of air it made.
+
+George was too astounded to move for a moment, but not more astounded
+than was Black Bear. Never in his life had the Indian made such a miss.
+Half a dozen pairs of beady black eyes had seen it, and the concealed
+Indians made a sign to each other in dumb-show signifying that the white
+youth had a charmed life.
+
+In another moment the horse, of his own will, as if flying from danger,
+started down the rocky road. George let him go on unchecked. He did not
+think the bullet came from the piece of a sportsman, and he had not
+forgotten Lance's warning.
+
+When he reached the house he looked about for Lance, whom he found in
+the armory, carefully examining the muskets on the rack. Lance listened
+to George's story of the shot very attentively.
+
+"As sure as you live, Mr. Washington, there were some red devils
+skulking about, and when they get a firelock in their hands the first
+thing they want to do is to kill a white man. The Frenchmen sell them
+muskets, and give them fire-water, and set them against us. I knew the
+minute I put my eyes on that copper-colored rascal that he had murder
+and arson in his heart; but we'll be able to keep them off, Mr.
+Washington."
+
+"Why is it that you think they want to capture this house?" asked
+George, thoughtfully.
+
+"Because we have plenty of arms and ammunition here. It is hard to get
+either over the mountains, and it would be a small fortune to any Indian
+to get a musket and a powder-horn. Then we have dried provisions in
+plenty--enough to last us six months if we get nothing from the
+outside--and dried provisions are what the Indians fancy. And my lord is
+opposed to the French, and no doubt they have set the Indians against
+us; and then the Indians like the killing, just for the fun of the
+thing. I think I shall sleep with one eye open until I hear that Mr.
+Black Bear and his friends are no longer in this neighborhood."
+
+That night, after supper, George and the Earl talked over Lance's
+suspicions. Lord Fairfax thought they were not ill founded, but he was
+not a man to excite himself over possibilities. The talk drifted towards
+marksmanship, and the Earl, who was an excellent shot, brought out a
+pair of silver-mounted pistols, small for the time. He had some bullets
+made of composition, which flattened out against the rough-cast wall
+without making an indentation. George drew a target on the wall, and the
+Earl, standing at the end of the great low-ceiled hall, made some
+wonderful shots. George then took the pistols, and fairly surpassed him.
+The Earl taught him to snuff a candle at twenty paces, and other tricks
+of the kind. So absorbed were they in their pastime that it was nearly
+midnight before they parted.
+
+When George went to his room Billy was not to be seen; but when he was
+called a woolly head was poked out from under the valance of the
+high-post bed, and Billy chirped out:
+
+"I's gwi' sleep under de baid ter-night, Marse George. Mr. Lance, he
+talk 'bout Injuns, an' ef dey come, I ain't gwi' gin 'em no chance fer
+to mek a hole in dis heah nigger's skin. An' I got de dog wid me, an' ef
+he start ter bark, I kin choke him, so dey ain't never know dee is a dog
+heah."
+
+George laughed and went to bed, but it was not to sleep. He was excited,
+and lay awake for what seemed hours to him. At last, about three
+o'clock, he noticed by the moon-light that stole in his shutterless
+window that the snow-storm had ceased, and the moon was shining
+brilliantly. He got up and looked out. The ground was covered with snow,
+and the radiance of the great full moon made the whole landscape of a
+dazzling white; the tall peaks, which reared their heads into the sky,
+shone like burnished silver, and seemed almost touching the vast dome of
+heaven. George gazed for a long time, entranced at the scene, until the
+moving of a faint shadow under the trees attracted his attention. His
+eyes were keen at all times, and particularly so that night. He waited
+until he became convinced that there were Indian forms flitting about
+under the trees; then, slipping on his clothes and carrying his shoes in
+his hand, he noiselessly opened the door and went into the hall. As he
+opened the door he met Lance face to face.
+
+"Have you seen them?" asked George, in a whisper.
+
+"No," replied Lance; "but I wakened up just now, and something, I know
+not what, told me to go over the house and see if everything was all
+right."
+
+George drew him to the outer door, and pointed to one of the little
+eye-holes. Lance peered through anxiously.
+
+"I can't see anything, Mr. Washington; but your eyes are better than
+mine, and if you say there are Injuns out there I'll take your word for
+it."
+
+At that moment George, who was watching at another eye-hole, saw in a
+corner near the house a fire smouldering on the ground. A dozen
+blanketed figures were crouching around it. Presently they rose, and,
+carrying each a long and heavy fence-rail blazing at the end, made a
+rush around the back of the house, and, with a thundering crash and a
+succession of terrific whoops, pounded the stout oaken door of the
+kitchen with the burning rails. It was as if that barbaric yell in one
+instant wakened the house and converted it into a fortress. Lights shone
+at every window, the negroes appearing as if by magic, and Lord Fairfax
+in a dressing-gown, but with a musket in his hand, opening his door.
+Lance and George had made a rush for the armory, and each seized an
+armful of muskets. The negroes were each given a musket, and stationed
+at an eye-hole. Meanwhile the pounding at the kitchen door continued,
+and shook the house from end to end. Stout as the oaken planking was, it
+seemed impossible that it could long withstand such assaults.
+
+"It is the first time the red rascals have ever had sense enough to try
+and batter that door down. Before this they have tried the front door,"
+said Lance, as he and George took their station at the end of the short
+covered way that led to the kitchen.
+
+The Earl by this time had put on his clothes and had joined Lance and
+George.
+
+"I think the door is giving way, sir," said George, quietly, to Lord
+Fairfax, as the sound of breaking timbers mingled with the screech of
+the savages.
+
+"I know it, sir," added Lance, grimly. "We can keep the scoundrels out
+of the front door by stationing men in the half-story above, but there
+is no way of defending the kitchen door from the inside."
+
+"How many Indians do you think you saw, George?" asked Lord Fairfax, as
+coolly as if he were asking the number of cabbages in a garden.
+
+"At least a dozen, sir."
+
+"Then if you saw a dozen there were certainly fifty,"' was the Earl's
+remark. The next moment a louder crash than before showed the door had
+given way, and in another instant the narrow passageway swarmed with
+Indians. George, mechanically following Lance's movements, raised his
+musket and fired straight at the incoming mob--the first hostile shot of
+his life. He felt a strange quiver and tremor, and an acute
+sensitiveness to everything that was happening around him. He stood
+shoulder to shoulder with Lance, and Lord Fairfax quietly moved in front
+of him, which he thought strange.
+
+[Illustration: THE FIGHT IN THE KITCHEN PASSAGE.]
+
+"Kneel down," said Lance, in quite his ordinary voice, kneeling himself,
+so that the armed negroes behind him could fire over his head. Lord
+Fairfax and George did likewise. The perfect coolness and
+self-possession of Lance and Lord Fairfax amazed George. He had never
+seen old soldiers under fire before. For himself, he felt wildly
+excited, and was conscious that his features were working convulsively,
+and his heart thumped so loudly against his ribs that he heard it over
+the crashing of the musket-balls. It flashed before his mind that any
+and every moment might be his last, and he thought of his mother and
+Betty; he thought of everything, in fact, except one--that he might run
+away. He stood as if nailed to the ground, loading and firing faster
+than he ever did in his life, and so accurately that both the Earl and
+Lance were astonished.
+
+All at once George's senses seemed to return to him, and he felt as calm
+and unshaken as either the Earl or Lance. He turned to the Earl and
+said:
+
+"The two swivels are in the cellar directly back of us, and on a level
+with us. If we had one we could command this passage."
+
+"Get it," replied the Earl, laconically. "Take Cæsar with you--it is on
+wheels, you know."
+
+George darted into the cellar, and directly the rumbling of a small gun
+upon a rude carriage, with the wheels cut from solid logs of wood, was
+heard. Cæsar was dragging the swivel out, while George followed with the
+powder and shot. There was now only one Indian lying stark before them
+in the passage. Without a moment's thought, George darted forward to
+drag the prostrate form out of the way of the gun, lest, if the Indian
+were dead, it might mutilate him, and if only wounded, it might kill
+him.
+
+As George stooped forward to lift him, the Indian, who was bleeding
+profusely from a wounded leg, suddenly threw his left arm around
+George's neck, and with the other hand drew a tomahawk from under him.
+But George was too quick for him, and catching his arm, lifted him
+bodily, and carried him back into the passageway where they stood.
+
+It was Black Bear.
+
+"_You_ a squaw-man," was Lance's comment.
+
+Black Bear said no word, but raising himself from the ground, produced a
+leather thong, which he tied around his bleeding leg, rudely but not
+unskilfully checking the flow of blood, after which Lance tied him
+securely and put him in a corner.
+
+There was now a brief pause, and the guns were reloaded, and all were
+prepared for a second assault, while the swivel commanded the passageway
+thoroughly.
+
+"They know what is going on here," said the Earl, "and their next attack
+will be by the front entrance."
+
+"True, sir," responded Lance.
+
+"Shall we leave Mr. Washington here while we reconnoitre the front of
+the house?" asked Lord Fairfax of Lance, who was the actual commandant
+of the garrison.
+
+"I think so, sir--with Cæsar and one or two others. But keep your eye on
+Black Bear, Mr. Washington," said Lance, "as well as this passage." Just
+then the noise of an assault on the other part of the house was heard,
+and the whole force went over on that side, leaving George, Cæsar, and
+Jake the scullion to watch the passageway.
+
+Occasionally they could see, by the dim light of a lantern hung to the
+wall, a figure passing to and fro in the kitchen.
+
+George remembered to have heard that wounded men suffer fearfully from
+thirst. There was a cedar bucket full of water on a shelf in the larger
+passage, with a gourd hanging by it. He told Jake to put the bucket by
+Black Bear, and although the Indian had sat perfectly still, not
+showing, even by a contraction of the brows, the agony he was suffering,
+he gulped the water down eagerly.
+
+The crack of musket-shots on the other side of the house could now be
+heard, and it was evident that the fight was renewed, but at the same
+time dark faces appeared at the opening into the covered way. George,
+loading the swivel himself, pointed it, and, by way of a salutary
+warning, sent a four-pound shot screaming through the kitchen. Not an
+Indian showed himself after that. They had met resistance on the other
+side of the house too, and as the moon went slowly down the horizon, in
+the pale gray of dawn the watchers from the eye-holes saw them draw off
+and take their way rapidly across the white ground into the mountains.
+The snow was blood-stained in many places, showing that the musketry
+fire had been very effective.
+
+Just as day was breaking. Lord Fairfax came to George. "You have had
+your first taste of ball-cartridges," said he, smiling. "What do you
+think of it?"
+
+George hesitated and remained silent for a moment. "At first," he said,
+"I hardly knew what I was doing. Afterwards, it seemed to me I had never
+thought so quickly."
+
+"Witness the dragging out of the swivel," continued Lord Fairfax; "and
+let me tell you this--the difference between an ordinary general and a
+great general is that the ordinary man cannot think in a hurry and in
+the midst of terrible emergencies, but the great man thinks the better
+for the very things that disconcert an every-day man. You may some day
+prove a great general, George."
+
+The boy blushed, but said nothing.
+
+When he was relieved from his post he went to his room. As soon as he
+entered he saw Billy's ashy face, with his eyes nearly popping out of
+his head, emerging from under the bed, while Rattler gave a yelp of
+delight.
+
+"Lord a'mighty, Marse George, I never tho't to see you ag'in!" exclaimed
+Billy, fervently. "All de time dem balls was poppin' me an' Rattler was
+thinkin' bout you, an when I hear one big gun a-gwine off I jest holler
+out loud, 'Marse George done daid--I know he done daid!'"
+
+"I might have been dead a good many times for any help I had from you,
+you lazy scamp," responded George, severely, at which Billy burst into
+tears, and wailed until "Marse George" condescended to be mollified.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+THE AMERICAN NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENTS.
+
+THE PICNIC.--BY EMMA J. GRAY.
+
+
+Mariette's eyes looked rather red, as though she had been crying, and
+then came the words. "A dreadful thing has happened!"
+
+"What?" And the next second her dearest friend, Laura Brainerd, was
+standing before her, and putting her hand on each shoulder, scanned
+Marietta's face.
+
+Then, with a sob accompanying each word, came the sentence, "My caramel
+cake is heavy!"
+
+This answer was so unexpected that, although Laura twisted her lips in
+every possible direction, and contorted her pretty mouth until it was
+absolutely homely, she had to give way at last, and then followed such a
+hearty laugh that her friend Marietta opened her dark blue eyes to their
+widest, and simply stared at her.
+
+"Dear little Mariette," she exclaimed, "how absurd of you to care so
+much about a cake!" And then, seeing a wounded look steal over her
+friend's sensitive mouth, she added, "I know your caramel cake is always
+delicious, and I'll trust your hamper any time for holding no end of
+good things." And Laura smacked her lips, as if already tasting them.
+
+"But it won't now," was the doleful response.
+
+"Oh, pshaw! don't be such a silly girl. Tell me what you're going to
+take."
+
+"Oh, nothing but sardine and chicken salad, pickled beets and walnuts,
+roast-ham sandwiches, blackberry and lemon meringue pie, cookies, almond
+cake--"
+
+And as she was evidently not yet through, Laura interjected: "Don't tell
+me there is any more, or I'll not be able to sleep all night. Oh, how
+can I wait for to-morrow to come, anyway?" and impatient Laura paced
+hurriedly up and down the room.
+
+"Yes, there is something more. I shall take big juicy plums;" and
+Mariette, holding up her hand, made a ring by touching her second finger
+and thumb together, and laughingly added, "_So_ big, and with such a
+soft bloom on them that you'd like to taste one, I know."
+
+"_One!_ A dozen!"
+
+And then quickly followed, "You just ought to see my peaches, though--so
+large and ripe, such beauties!" and Marietta's lips were pressed
+together as if already enjoying them.
+
+And so the clouds rolled away, for in counting the many delicacies her
+picnic basket would hold, the heavy caramel cake was altogether
+forgotten.
+
+"But what are you going to take, Laura?"
+
+"I?" and Laura straightened herself back with a most self-satisfied air
+while saying, "Potato and asparagus salad--just made from asparagus
+tips, Mariette."
+
+"Yes, I know," and she smiled, while nodding her curly brown head.
+
+"And besides those, chicken pie, hard-boiled eggs, nasturtium seed, and
+peach pickles; _pâté de foie gras_ sandwiches, a loaf of fresh home-made
+bread, and a roll of unsalted butter; large ripe tomatoes, some pepper
+and salt to help them down, and a frosted walnut cake."
+
+"Oh, what a tempting luncheon! I guess no one will starve at our table!"
+
+"I hope not. But, you know, picnics give powerful appetites; that's why
+I shall take an extra loaf of bread; besides, it will seem so fresh to
+cut it foreign fashion, just as it's needed."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The girls were talking in the large wainscoted parlor, and, it is
+needless to say, made a fascinating picture in their pretty summer
+toilettes, Mariette all in white, and Laura all in pink, her pink satin
+ribbons the exact match of her pink cheeks, as with mischievous manner
+she talked excitedly on. And we made a play of reading; for, instead, we
+were idly resting in this temptingly cool airy room, and could not help
+but listen to their gay chatter. So it was we learned that the picnic
+was to be to-morrow, that the party numbered twenty, an even number of
+girls and boys, that they were to be driven to their destination in
+large market-wagons made festive with flags; that each girl was to bring
+luncheon enough for herself and one of the boys, and that the boys would
+bring all the necessary outfit for games, such as ropes, archery,
+grace-hoops, tennis-net, and racquet balls.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The woods were not regular picnic grounds, and therefore the children
+knew there would be no tables, and as they wanted to do everything
+correctly and comfortably, they would meet the deficiency by taking
+their own. Five cutting-tables had been borrowed from their mothers;
+these would be folded over and put in the bottom of the wagon, and four
+persons could easily sit at each. The boys would arrange the seats,
+which, more than likely, would be the wagon seats, built to the
+requisite height by supporting each end on a pile of stones, or they
+might find convenient rocks, or take the rails from the post-and-rail
+fence adjoining. Should they decide on the latter, they would be put in
+place again when luncheon was over. Milk, lemonade, ice, and even
+ice-cream were to be carried; for some of the girls were excellent
+ice-cream-makers, and everybody would get so warm playing games and
+rushing around continually that ice-cream would be in demand.
+
+That plated spoons, forks, etc., would be used, "so as to save worry,"
+Mariette explained, and that Japanese napkins would do double duty, as
+they would also serve as table-cloths; besides they were pretty, and
+really dressed a table, and there was no fuss about their laundering
+afterwards, and her mother had said, "Maids should be considered as well
+as mistresses in such warm sultry weather."
+
+All the sandwiches would be neatly wrapped in white tissue or waxed
+paper, and the thin wooden platters would be far more suitable for
+picnic purposes than delicate dainty china, as no one would be afraid of
+chipping them; and, besides, they were so light, "the horses would be
+glad," Mariette was sure.
+
+"What's the harm of burning them when we are through, and the napkins,
+for that matter!" was Laura's interjection.
+
+But the more thoughtful Mariette replied, "No harm, if we don't set the
+woods on fire."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It was thought best to put all the lunches, wraps, etc., in one wagon,
+and the picnickers would go in the other. Trusty drivers were going with
+the wagons, and the men were to keep watch all day, and be ready to help
+in whatever capacity necessity would require.
+
+The atmosphere for the picnic proved perfect, and the girls' laughing
+sunbrowned faces and tangled curls testified to their having had a jolly
+day, while the boys' gay raillery, frequent cheers, and fern-trimmed
+hats showed that they were not left rearward when the fun was going
+around.
+
+Long before the wagons were in sight the children were heard, for song
+followed song all the way back, they explained.
+
+"It seems as if I was a boy again," said an old man, as the words "We'll
+not go home till morning" reached us, just before the wagons came in
+sight.
+
+And when, with springing feet, the merry girls and boys jumped out, they
+were all so earnest to tell the story of the day that everybody talked
+at once. However, we learned that games were their chief sport, and that
+the rope now taken out of the wagon was first used for the Crown Game:
+
+A girl enters the ring; all the others take firm hold of the rope. No
+sooner is she in than they skip about her, keeping the rope in motion.
+As they skip they sing, to the tune of "Auld Lang-syne,"
+
+  "Who'll crown our queen, our merry queen,
+  Who'll crown our queen to-day?
+  Who'll crown our queen, our merry queen,
+  Who'll crown our queen to-day?"
+
+When this is sung the children stop skipping just where they are. And at
+once one of the boys puts his head under the rope, and, standing by the
+queen, replies, "I will." Then raising a crown of wild flowers, he puts
+it on her head. No sooner is she crowned than she blindfolds the boy,
+and another girl enters, thus making two girls in the ring. The game is
+to "tag" the right girl before the other players count nine. When the
+boy "tags" the girl, he must at once say whether or not she is the
+queen, and if he makes a mistake he must remain in the ring and try
+again. The first girl withdraws, the second girl is crowned queen, and
+the game is repeated. But should he make no mistake, the boy remains in
+the ring, is crowned king, and the game goes on, only that two boys are
+in the ring when a girl is blindfolded.
+
+Another rope game was called the Guess.
+
+Put a rope on the ground in the form of a circle; in the centre put a
+stone about the size of a duck's egg. The players stand backwards around
+the rope, with their heels touching it. Each one in turn throws a
+grace-hoop over his right shoulder, with the hope it will encircle the
+stone. As soon as the hoop is thrown all may turn and see the position.
+If the hoop encircles the stone the player may try again and again,
+until he fails, counting one for each time. Then the party to his right
+tries, and so on all around the rope. Whoever has the largest count wins
+the game.
+
+This game is also played facing the stone; it is then no longer a game
+of guess, but a game of skill.
+
+After the rope games, one of the boys taught a German game called Urbar,
+which he said was really a play on the word bear.
+
+Every one excepting the boy who was instructor, and who was now known as
+Bear, twisted and knitted their handkerchiefs. The Bear selected a tree
+as starting-point, and stated his object would be to tag the others, and
+that whoever was tagged would become a Bear, and would have to return to
+the tree, pursued and beaten all the way back with the knotted
+handkerchiefs. The two Bears then join hands, and starting out, try to
+tag every one that is possible, and this action is repeated until all
+the players are Bears. Whenever the chain of Bears is broken, as it
+sometimes is by an attack from the rear, the Bears again return to the
+tree.
+
+This game was followed by the Jolly Dinner:
+
+Each girl in succession led a boy to a position to dance a reel.
+
+First girl then said to first boy, "This is my flower to decorate the
+table," and she gave the boy a flower, which he put in his button-hole.
+
+Second girl to second boy, "This is my flower to decorate the table,"
+and giving him a different flower, he put it in his button-hole.
+
+Third girl to third boy, "You tread clams for dinner," and the boy made
+the motion of treading for clams.
+
+Fourth girl to fourth boy, "You catch trout for dinner," and the boy
+made believe he was a fly-fisherman.
+
+Fifth girl to fifth boy, "You get lamb to roast," and the boy called.
+"Bah! bah!"
+
+Sixth girl to sixth boy, "You get the turkey to roast," and the boy gave
+the call of a turkey-gobbler.
+
+Seventh girl to seventh boy, "You shoot the duck for roasting," and the
+boy called, "Quack! quack!"
+
+Eighth girl to eighth boy, "You are my pigeon to bake in a pie," and the
+boy flapped his arms, in imitation of wings.
+
+Ninth girl to ninth boy, "You are the baker, and must make our cake,"
+and the boy pretended to beat eggs.
+
+Tenth girl to tenth boy, "You are the young man who grinds good coffee,"
+and he acted as if turning the crank of a coffee-mill.
+
+As soon as the tenth boy responded, those who received flowers whistled
+"Yankee Doodle"; all the others danced a reel, repeating their calls and
+motions while dancing.
+
+This game caused so much hilarity that one of the boys proposed that
+childish game and old favorite the Mulberry Bush, and joining hands
+around a bush, they sang out loud and clear, "Here we go around the
+mulberry bush so early in the morning." Then they pretended they were
+sewing, and sang, "This is the way we sew our clothes, so early in the
+morning." And so on, adding verse after verse.
+
+"So it's no wonder I feel tired now," one of the girls explained, "for,
+besides these games, we had tennis and archery matches. Indeed, we had
+nothing but fun all day long."
+
+
+
+
+A COUNTRY BOY'S SOLILOQUY.
+
+BY CLARA LOUISE ANGEL.
+
+
+  When the blackbird twitters blithely on the school-room window-sill,
+  And I hear the cattle lowing from the pasture on the hill,
+  When the hollyhocks are peeping through the widely open door,
+  And the sunshine flickers through the leaves across the school-room
+      floor,
+  My truant mind don't seem inclined to work this endless sum:
+  I'm a-wishin' I were fishin', and vacation days had come.
+
+  I long to roam about the fields, to ride on loads of hay.
+  To pluck the yellow buttercups that grow beside the way,
+  To hunt for eggs, go berrying, and vault the meadow fence;
+  But oh! the joy to fill your heart with pleasure most intense:
+  _To bait your hook beside the brook, where little trout appear!_
+  How I'm wishin' I were fishin', and vacation days were here!
+
+  When the holidays have come at last, like happy golden dreams,
+  I'll speed away, all blithe and gay, and seek the meadow streams.
+  Oh, then my mind will be at peace; my hours will be sublime--
+  Though _now_ I'm groaning over books, but thinkin' all the time
+  Of little trout that dart about beneath the waters clear,
+  And a-wishin' I were fishin', and vacation days were here!
+
+
+
+
+HELD CAPTIVE BY SAVAGES.
+
+BY CAPTAIN HOWARD PATTERSON.
+
+
+Few boys are ever called upon to go through such an experience as fell
+to the lot of John Jewett, and it is safe to claim that no boy of his
+age would have shown a braver spirit than he exhibited during his three
+years' captivity among the savages.
+
+The ship _Boston_, belonging to the port of that name, commanded by
+Captain John Salter, sailed a good many years ago for a trading voyage
+to the then little-visited northwest coast of America. The hero of this
+story had been apprenticed to his father, a shipsmith of Boston, but
+developing a longing to see the world, obtained his parents' consent to
+ship as an armorer on board of Captain Salter's vessel. After the usual
+boisterous Cape Horn passage, the _Boston_ ran into the fine weather of
+the Pacific, and made a speedy voyage to Nootka Sound, coming to anchor
+in a sheltered cove close to the principal village on the coast.
+
+As soon as the ship was moored, the King of the country went on board
+and welcomed Captain Salter warmly, promising that he would bring off
+for trade many furs, seal-skins, and other articles. The ruler of this
+section of Nootka Sound was known as King Maquina. He was over six feet
+in height, powerfully built, and possessed good features; but his face
+and body were made hideous by being smeared with stripes of white,
+black, and red paint. His long black hair fairly reeked with oil, and
+through a hole cut below the under lip a ring of ivory dangled. The
+dress of this chieftain was composed of a splendid otter-skin cloak
+reaching to the knees, and a head-dress of various colored feathers. On
+each arm above the elbow were several circles of copper, and around the
+ankles were strapped a number of small bells which jingled as he walked.
+Having been frequently visited by trading captains, he had picked up
+enough English to make himself understood in that language. Vessels
+bringing firearms, knives, hatchets, and fancy articles in the way of
+beads, bells, etc., were sure of carrying away, in exchange, valuable
+furs and skins. For several days after bartering had commenced the
+natives continued to bring on board otter and other furs. Large
+quantities of salmon, duck, and geese were also exchanged for trinkets,
+which were highly prized by the natives.
+
+About a fortnight after the arrival of the ship it became evident that
+the Indians had traded their available stock, so preparations were made
+to leave this part of the coast. It is probable that Captain Salter and
+the King would have parted in a friendly way had not the former's greed
+led him to speak disrespectfully to the proud savage. The cause of the
+trouble was a fowling-piece which Maquina wished to obtain, but for
+which he was unwilling to pay the price demanded, being nothing less
+than the elegant cloak that covered his person. Thinking to bring the
+King to terms, the master told him that he would not deal with him ever
+again, and ordered him to leave the cabin and quit the ship with all his
+people. Maquina made no reply to the Captain, but his countenance
+expressed the rage he felt. Going to the side of the vessel to regain
+his canoe, he met the boy John, who was at work at his forge near the
+gangway. The King had taken a great fancy to the young armorer on
+account of the latter having mended a number of broken implements
+belonging to the royal collection, as well as having made in his
+presence a finely shaped tomahawk, with which the admiring chief had
+been presented. Seeing the fierce looks of the King, John asked him the
+cause. Maquina explained the trouble, and during the recital frequently
+clutched his neck and smoothed his breast, explaining that this
+performance was necessary to keep down his angry heart, which was rising
+in his throat and choking him.
+
+The following morning, while the mate and a number of the men were on
+shore filling the water-casks, the King came off to the ship with a
+present of a fine salmon for the Captain, and appeared to be very
+cheerful and friendly. Shortly after this a number of canoes paddled
+alongside, their occupants holding up various things which they offered
+to trade. One by one, on various pretexts, they climbed over the rail,
+until there were about fifty of them on the deck. Maquina spoke to John,
+asking him to fix the lock of his gun, which he said he had broken.
+Entering the carpenter's work-room to get a screw-driver, John found the
+door quietly closed upon him, and secured from the outside so that exit
+was impossible. Almost immediately a frightful warwhoop and the sound of
+a scuffle on the deck proved that the savages had turned against the
+crew. At the end of two or three minutes Maquina opened the door and
+said:
+
+"You, John, no hurt--heap good boy--make plenty spear--come."
+
+As the young armorer held back, not knowing but what it was the
+intention of the savages to murder him as soon as he should appear, the
+King added, impatiently:
+
+"What for no come? No hurt you--heap plenty all dead. King him save you
+make plenty gun--you come."
+
+When John, sick at heart, followed Maquina outside, he saw the natives
+throwing overboard the mutilated bodies of the crew. Concerning John
+they had evidently been posted by the chief, for when they caught sight
+of the boy they patted him on the head and shoulders, and turned the
+palms of their hands toward him as signs of friendship. John was now
+directed to enter the King's canoe, which, followed by several others,
+paddled to that part of the coast, about two miles distant, where a
+stream of fresh water emptied into the bay, and to which the mate and
+sailors had gone just after breakfast with the water-casks. It was only
+when the boats neared the spot that John realized the mission of the
+painted savages, whose restless eyes swept the length of the beach,
+while their sinewy arms plied the paddles that drove their boats of bark
+with surprising quickness over the smooth water. The ship's launch was
+soon made out hauled up on the white sand, but the crew were nowhere in
+sight, and it was evident that they were hidden by the bushes that
+fringed the beach. Before the canoes had effected a landing the mate and
+his men emerged from the undergrowth, rolling the water-casks in the
+direction of the boat. Catching sight of the little fleet that now, at a
+sign from the chief, advanced slowly toward them, the seamen halted
+suspiciously; but Maquina waved a green branch before him as a token
+that his errand was one of peace, and the sailors started down to the
+beach to meet them.
+
+Up to this time John had remained passive, crushed under the
+recollection of the awful end that had overtaken the Captain and men who
+had remained on board; but now, resolved to warn his shipmates even at
+the risk of his life, he jumped to his feet, waved his arms to attract
+their attention, and was about to cry to them, when a blow from the
+King's war-club upon the back of his head tumbled him senseless into the
+bottom of the canoe. When John opened his eyes some time after this, it
+was to meet Maquina's triumphant gaze, and to hear that individual say:
+
+"How John? Now can make heap noise--no hear--all dead. Maquina he plenty
+big chief."
+
+When the canoes returned to the village they were met by the entire
+population, who welcomed them with shouts of joy and war-songs chanted
+to an accompaniment played on their tomtoms, these instruments
+consisting of the dry skin of a seal stretched over a hollow shape of
+wood. Towards John the kindest treatment was shown, but the King
+explained that he was a slave, and that he must obey his orders and not
+try to escape, otherwise he would be given to the old women to be
+tortured. The chief wound up his harangue in this way: "Much good boy
+John. Maquina plenty big chief--heap friends. John make spear, make gun,
+make heap plenty all Maquina. No never go way--stay old man--heap good.
+Ugh!"
+
+Finding that he was free to go about as he pleased, John threw his tired
+and aching body down under a tree, and surrendered his mind to bitter
+reflections. Only a few hours before yonder ship had been animated with
+a happy crew, speculating, as they worked, about the queer presents they
+proposed to purchase for friends and sweethearts when the ship arrived
+in the pig-tailed kingdom, for it had been Captain Salter's intention to
+proceed to China for a cargo of tea after trading with the Indians. Now
+the only human beings on board the ill-fated _Boston_ were the savages
+left by the King to guard the great treasure that made Maquina the
+richest lord among all the chiefs on the northwest coast. Throughout the
+long afternoon the boy was left alone to nurse his sorrow and despair.
+He knew that few vessels visited this far-away, uncivilized land, and
+that years might elapse without offering him a chance of escape from his
+captors. Mother and father would long wait for his return. Brothers and
+sisters were likely to grow to manhood and womanhood without seeing the
+brother they remembered last as a sailor-boy, kissing them good-by
+beneath the vine-encircled porch of their modest home on the morning
+when the good ship _Boston_ opened her white wings and glided out of the
+harbor to the hearty chorusing of the seamen as they pulled upon the
+ropes.
+
+When evening came, the King, who had been on board the vessel,
+approached the boy, saying:
+
+"John come--plenty eat--sleep Maquina's tepee. To-morrow make big
+tomahawk chop off head--Maquina heap big chief."
+
+Whereupon the King took John by the hand and led him to his hut, inside
+of which the chief's wives had arranged the evening meal. To please the
+King, poor John made a show of eating; then asked permission to lie down
+on one of the skins scattered around on the floor, to which request
+Maquina nodded an assent, and the boy stretched his tired limbs upon the
+rug, and in spite of his aching head, soon fell asleep. He was awakened
+by the King prodding him with the handle of his spear. For a few moments
+the strangeness of his surroundings dazed him, then, with the larger
+recovery of his faculties, the bitter truth was forced upon him. Choking
+back a sob, he returned Maquina's salutation, and followed him out of
+the hut to find that the morning had come and that the village was
+astir. After breakfast the King told John that he was to accompany him
+to the ship and bring the forge on shore, explaining his purpose in this
+way:
+
+"Get iron fire--plenty iron--make heap things--get heap sail--heap
+things--burn ship so no can find--good--Maquina heap rich--plenty much
+gun--fight--kill--big chief. Ugh!"
+
+Here he smote his breast, and strutted about in a lordly way until he
+caught sight of one of his wives taking a drink out of a decanter of rum
+that had stood on the Captain's table, and which the King had brought on
+shore as a precious find. Calling her a "peshak," which signifies a very
+bad woman, Maquina threw his spear at her, with the effect of knocking
+the bottle from her hand and breaking it on the ground. Forgetting
+kingly demeanor in his rage, he next hurled his war-club after the
+screaming woman, narrowly missing her head.
+
+"Squaw bad--much whip," grunted the King, as he surveyed the broken
+glass and the little pool of liquor fast being absorbed into the earth.
+For a moment he eyed it wistfully, then got down on his knees and sucked
+up a mouthful of the spirit, after which he received back his spear and
+club from an obsequious attendant, rewarding his subject and relieving
+his own outraged feelings by giving the poor savage a rap across the
+back that sent him flying from the royal presence.
+
+Upon going on board the _Boston_ the chief entered the cabin to ransack
+the officers' rooms, and John descended into the hold in order to obtain
+a number of bars of iron with which to make the spear-heads and the
+like. While getting them slung for hoisting on deck he heard his name
+pronounced in a Christian voice, and looking in the direction of the
+sound, saw the dishevelled sail-maker of the ship. He had been in the
+'tweendecks when the massacre occurred, where he had hastened half
+dressed from his bunk at the time of the attack. In a few words he was
+made acquainted with the story of the tragedy; then John told him that
+as everything was to be at once removed from the vessel, his
+hiding-place would soon be discovered, but that he had a plan by which
+he hoped to save his life, and for him to conceal himself again while he
+would go on deck and talk with the King. Entering the officers'
+quarters, John found the chief had togged himself out in the Captain's
+clothes and was in excellent humor as he proudly surveyed himself in the
+looking-glass which encased the mizzenmast where it passed through the
+cabin. Throwing himself on his knees before the King, John said that he
+had found his father, the sail-maker, alive, and begged that his life
+might be spared, claiming that his parent would make a great white
+house out of the ship's sails, and that this would be so beautiful as to
+cause all the other chiefs in the land to die of envy. Maquina appeared
+greatly pleased, and promised that "John's father" should not be harmed.
+Going on deck he addressed his men, telling them the story, and ordered
+John to call the sail-maker on deck. The old man made his way up the
+ladder and kneeled before the Chief, who lifted him up, saying:
+
+"How John's Father? Maquina no kill--make plenty white tepee--make heap
+canoe sail--heap good. Ugh!"
+
+[Illustration: "THE SAIL-MAKER SMOKED THE PIPE OF PEACE WITH THE KING."]
+
+Several days later, when everything of value to the savages had been
+carried on shore, the vessel was set on fire. That night on shore in
+Maquina's tent, dressed in the remnants of some hunter's costume, the
+sail-maker smoked the pipe of peace with the King, and made his position
+in the camp as secure as John's.
+
+Maquina's riches soon became known to the tribes on the coast, and
+several raids were made upon his village by the covetous savages, but in
+every instance they were repulsed with considerable loss, owing to the
+muskets with which the chief's followers were armed. John and John's
+Father, as the sail-maker was known and called, were made much of by the
+King, and granted many indulgences, but were not allowed to lead idle
+lives, as the duty of the first was to keep all the guns and other arms
+in repair, while the other, as sail-maker-in-chief of the King's navy,
+was obliged to manufacture the sails with which the canoes were fitted.
+Thus nearly three years passed away, and when they had almost given up
+hope of escape, the trading brig _Lydia_, of Boston, commanded by
+Captain Samuel Hill, came to anchor one afternoon in the cove where a
+few blackened timber-heads sticking out of the sand marked the grave of
+the stately vessel that had once been moored on its gentle surface.
+After placing a guard over John and the sail-maker, and forbidding them
+to move out of their hut, Maquina went off to the brig to trade. Owing
+to a curiosity that probably cost them their heads before the next sun
+rose, the two sentinels shortly made their way to the beach in order to
+look upon the strange ship with whose people their neighbors were
+carrying on a lively trade, while they were left in the deserted village
+and deprived of the opportunity of exchanging the skins and furs that
+they had been saving for so long.
+
+As soon as their guard disappeared the two captives plunged into the
+woods and made their way around the bend of the cove so as to approach
+the brig on the opposite side to the village. Waiting under cover until
+night had fallen, they took to the water and swam off to the ship, where
+they told their story, and were warmly received by the Captain and crew.
+A close watch was kept during the night to prevent a possible surprise
+by the natives, and when morning came the vessel was hauled out of the
+cove and anchored at some distance from the shore. Shortly after this
+Maquina's canoe was seen coming out to the ship. When it drew near, the
+King stood up and eagerly scanned the faces observing him from over the
+rail. He failed at first to recognize his two former captives, so great
+a change had been effected in their appearance by the aid of soap,
+scissors, and civilized dress; but suddenly penetrating this disguise,
+he burst into tears, stretched his arms out to them, and passionately
+cried:
+
+"How John? How John's Father? No go away--come back Maquina!"
+
+John answered the chief, telling him that he would never see them again;
+that he and his father thanked him for saving their lives and treating
+them kindly, but that Captain Hill was so enraged with him for killing
+the white men that if he came near the ship he would be shot. Whereupon
+the King beat his breast, threw his cloak over his head as a sign of
+grief, and was paddled back to shore.
+
+Fearing to remain in this place lest Maquina might make a desperate
+effort to recover his lost slaves, and having completed his cargo, the
+Captain made sail during the day, and by nightfall was out of sight of
+land, the good ship _Lydia_ sweeping over the long Pacific swells as
+though realizing that she was on her journey home. Some months later the
+anchor that had last rested on the white sand of Nootka Sound was
+dropped off the long wharf in Boston Harbor, and an hour later our young
+hero was folded in loving arms, while the father and mother offered up
+their thanksgivings for their boy who had been lost but was found
+again.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT]
+
+
+St. Paul's School, Concord, is one of the few preparatory institutions
+in this country, if not the only one, that has a fully organized golf
+club and regularly established links. When the links was laid out in
+1894 it was considered one of the best in the country, but since that
+time such an advance has been made, and so much interest has been taken
+in the game all over the United States, that the St. Paul's course
+cannot now boast such prominence. Nevertheless it is a fine course, and
+as the game is very popular at St. Paul's, improvements are constantly
+being made, and the grounds keep getting better and better.
+
+The St. Paul's Golf Club was formed a little over two years ago, and it
+was made the club president's duty to have the greens cut and rolled
+when they need it by the men who regularly look after the other athletic
+fields of the school. The membership fee is two dollars a year, and an
+orphan asylum near by furnishes caddies. A ticket is given to each boy
+for every round of one person, two tickets for two persons, and so on,
+and these tickets are redeemed at five cents each about once a month.
+
+The links is a good three miles in length. The start is from a slight
+incline, and over a smooth field having a fence, a road, and tall bushes
+to the right, with a free meadow to the left, and, at a distance of a
+fair drive, a ditch bordered by tall willows.
+
+[Illustration: ST. PAUL'S SCHOOL, CONCORD, GOLF LINKS.
+
+Teeing-ground at the start, looking towards the course.]
+
+This lay of the land makes it necessary for the player to adopt one of
+two plans when he starts. He must either make a fine drive right over
+the willows, and land in the meadow which lies between the teeing-ground
+and the first hole, or he must make a careful drive so as to place the
+ball on the hither side of the bushes, and then loft it over them with
+an iron. If the ball drops in a favorable position, however, the player
+may use his brassey with advantage, and drive through a gap that exists
+in the underbrush. This move will generally save him a stroke over the
+iron play. If he uses the iron, and arrives safely on the ground beyond,
+a good cleek shot will land him on or near the green. If he used the
+brassey and went through the willows at the ditch, a mashie shot should
+put him in position for a putt.
+
+In all plays for the first hole the fence as well as the road and the
+bushes on the right must be avoided. Within sixty feet of the tee for
+the second hole there is a ditch, and beyond it a slight hill, and after
+that a level clear stretch to the second hole, just behind which is a
+fine woods. Careful driving is therefore required to avoid going into
+the ditch or hitting the hill, and many of the novices find they need to
+give good care to their lofting to save themselves from jumping into the
+woods.
+
+[Illustration: ST. PAUL'S SCHOOL, CONCORD, GOLF LINKS.
+
+Looking back from the middle links; course is around the fence on the
+left.]
+
+From the second to the third hole it is perfectly plain sailing, an
+even, smooth meadow with a slight downward inclination. This part of the
+course is so good that it has frequently been made in one drive. Between
+the tee for the fourth hole and the hole itself there is a potato patch
+surrounded by a fence, and, as every man who plays golf knows, a potato
+patch is a very unpleasant hazard. But to the careful driver its terrors
+in this case may be greatly reduced, for a good strong drive will put
+you out of all danger. The putting green, however, is on a slight
+elevation with woods behind it, so that considerable care is required
+when dropping the ball upon it with a mashie stroke.
+
+From the fourth to the fifth hole the course runs through an orchard,
+which, however, is not very extensive, and many of the most expert
+players on this links can drive entirely over it. The ground slopes
+toward the putting green until within about fifty yards of it. From the
+fifth to the sixth hole the ground is overgrown with crab bushes about
+two feet high and very dense, so that a ball dropping fairly into the
+midst of this patch is likely to lodge there. The space around the
+green, however, is perfectly level, and is screened on the far side with
+pine woods. It is one of the shadiest and best of greens that it has
+been my fortune to see anywhere.
+
+The course from the sixth to the seventh hole is likewise over a
+reasonably smooth green, with tufts of crab bush sticking up here and
+there. It has no especially difficult features, being a plain
+straightaway course, but it offers a favorable chance for a good
+iron-player to distinguish himself. The green from the next to the last
+hole ends in a semicircle of pine woods, and then comes the long hole
+home.
+
+The home putting green, although level itself, is situated on a
+hill-side, and so the man who is reckless or over-energetic with his
+putting-iron is liable to make a long putt--and see his ball roll all
+the way down the hill. At the bottom of this hill are a fence and
+bushes, where many a game has been lost through the carelessness or
+misfortune of the players who have allowed their balls to get into this
+hazard at the last moment.
+
+This St. Paul's links is situated in a very pretty part of the country,
+and there are enough natural hazards to make it interesting even for a
+first-class player. As may well be judged from the brief description I
+have been able to give here, it is plain that the course is not over a
+barren, uninteresting table-land, as is the case with many of our
+American links, but in a locality where there are plenty of woods and
+hills to make the scenery interesting. There are no impossible bunkers
+or hazards, so that a round of the links is sure to be interesting. The
+course is only about four or five minutes' walk from the main school
+grounds, and is situated on school property, so that the students do not
+have far to go for their sport, and find no one to interfere with them
+when they get there.
+
+The interest in the game has been growing steadily ever since the links
+was first laid out, and it is to be hoped that other schools will take
+the game up in the near future. There are a few country schools that
+cannot have links, for even if the school property is not extensive
+enough for the course to be laid out upon it, there ought to be little
+difficulty in securing the permission of land-owners to lay out a few
+putting greens, which would be about the only improvements required.
+Almost any section of country has a sufficient number of natural hazards
+to make it unnecessary to construct artificial bunkers and sand-pits.
+
+And now that we are on this interesting subject of golf and bunkers and
+hazards, it may be well to devote the rest of our space in the
+Department this week to the answering of questions which have been
+coming in with greater or less frequency during the year. Most of these
+questions have concerned links and their construction, and as this is a
+subject which cannot be treated satisfactorily in short letters, it has
+seemed best to wait for a convenient time when the laying out of links
+might be debated in these columns.
+
+It may seem at first a very easy matter to lay out a golf course, but
+when one begins work upon a links there are several things to be
+considered. A very hilly country is unsuited to the game, and stony
+fields or ploughed land is impossible. The best kind of land for a
+course is pasture land, such as may be found in the neighborhood of
+almost any town not situated in the mountain country. When a suitable
+stretch of ground has been found, the first thing to be done is to make
+a general survey of its salient features in order to determine the
+general direction of the course and its length.
+
+A links may be laid out with six holes or nine holes or eighteen holes,
+and such courses would vary all the way from a mile and a half to four
+miles. The ideal course should be about three miles and a half long. If
+the available ground is limited, it is much better to lay out nine good
+holes than to try to get eighteen into the limited space. Having settled
+upon the starting-point and the number of holes that you are going to
+have, the general direction of the course should be laid out so that it
+will swing around in a sort of circular path, and finish up somewhere
+near the starting-point. In other words, the home green should be placed
+as near as possible to the first tee.
+
+The length or distance between holes varies anywhere from a hundred up
+to five hundred yards, the distance being based on the number of full
+shots that a player must make to reach the next hole. The idea is to
+make it easy for a good player to reach the green, but difficult for a
+poor player, whose lack of skill must be penalized. Therefore a distance
+of two hundred yards is generally bad, for it brings about the
+objectional combination of a full shot and a short approach.
+
+It is always well to have the holes well guarded with hazards on all
+sides. Of course few holes can be thus completely surrounded, but when
+laying out a links it is well to keep this object in mind, for hazards
+call out the skill of a player. Sometimes there are not enough natural
+hazards along the course, and it is necessary to throw up banks of
+earth, or to plant bushes, or to dig ditches. If it becomes necessary to
+throw up a bank across the course, it is better to build it in a sort of
+curve rather than along a straight line, for it thus makes a much better
+golfing hazard. One thing must be remembered in the construction or
+arrangement of hazards, and that is that they should not interfere with
+good play.
+
+In the laying out of putting greens one should endeavor to have a space
+clear of hazards about twenty yards square. The hole should be sunk in
+about the centre of this green, and lined with an iron or tin cylinder.
+But on no account should the rim of the cylinder come above or even
+flush with the edges of the hole, or it will interfere with the play.
+These cylinders may be bought at almost any shop where sporting goods
+are for sale, or, if nothing better is at hand, an old piece of tin
+water-pipe will do.
+
+It is preferable to have level greens, although any slight inclination
+is no serious disadvantage. It is well to dig up the ground where the
+putting greens are to be laid out, in the autumn, and sod them in the
+spring. They should be rolled frequently, and the grass must be kept
+short.
+
+Teeing-grounds should be marked with whitewash, or with disks of
+whitewashed tin stuck into the ground. A teeing-ground should be as
+level as possible, and never hanging--that is, sloping in the direction
+from which the shot has to be played from it. Almost any slight
+elevation will do for a teeing-ground, and it must be within easy
+walking distance of the hole that has just been played.
+
+After a golf course has been in use for a short time, it will be noticed
+that the parts which suffer most are the places from which approach
+shots are made to the greens, and the putting greens themselves. The use
+of heavy irons is very injurious to the soft turf, and players should
+always make it a point to replace any sod they may have torn up by
+careless or poor strokes. When a green gets badly worn it is usually
+advisable to change the location of the hole to another part, and
+replace it in its original position after the turf has recovered some of
+its original good condition.
+
+Rolling is an important factor toward the keeping in order of a putting
+green, but the roller should be a light one rather than a heavy one, as
+heavy rollers are liable to get the turf root-bound. If the turf be very
+coarse it is well to sprinkle sand over it, as that seems to have a
+beneficial effect in thinning out and fining down the grass.
+
+It has become a custom with the more important golf clubs of the country
+to use flags of various colors to mark the outgoing and incoming holes.
+Outgoing holes are marked with a red flag, and the incoming with white
+flags. These colors are more easily distinguished against foliage than
+any others. The line flags should be of a different color, so as not to
+be confounded with the hole flags; yellow or pink is a good shade.
+
+Another good thing to do in the way of marking a course is to indicate
+the limits of such important hazards as water, roads, fences, or brier
+islands with short wooden sticks painted white or whitewashed. Such
+stakes may prove of great convenience, and take but little time and
+trouble to set out.
+
+In reference to the tables of records published last week, it is well to
+say that the National figures may be looked upon as exact, because the
+performances of the first National meeting stand as the Association's
+records until they shall be bettered at future meetings of the National
+I.S.A.A.A.; but of the figures in the Interscholastic table we cannot be
+so sure, because there are so many interscholastic meetings all over the
+country that it is almost impossible to get correct and reliable reports
+of all performances, but this table is as near right as can be made
+under the circumstances, and has been very carefully revised by a number
+of athletes and other gentlemen interested in school sports in various
+parts of the country.
+
+It is interesting to note that most of the members of the Berkeley
+School baseball team, who won the N.Y.I.S.B.B.A. championship this year,
+are residents of New York city; thus it cannot be said with any justice
+that New York boys cannot play ball. In the comment on the work of the
+N.Y.I.S.A.A. nines in a recent issue of the ROUND TABLE it was stated
+that Markell led in batting. This was a typographical error for Mallett.
+Mallett of Trinity School heads the batting list with an average of
+1000.
+
+"TRACK ATHLETICS IN DETAIL."--ILLUSTRATED.--8VO, CLOTH, ORNAMENTAL,
+$1.25.
+
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+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: STAMPS]
+
+     This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin
+     collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question
+     on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should address
+     Editor Stamp Department.
+
+
+Some time ago Mr. Friedl of Vienna, whose postal museum was one of the
+sights of Vienna, came into possession of a large number of the Austrian
+Mercury stamps of which the used copies bore a cancellation mark
+hitherto unknown. He sold some of these stamps at large prices, when the
+sale was stopped by a charge that these stamps were counterfeits. A
+lengthy controversy ensued, which ended by an open acknowledgment that
+the stamps were genuine. Mr. Friedl felt aggrieved at the charges, and
+has determined to sell out his collections, his stock, and the contents
+of his museum. One of the leading American dealers met him in Germany,
+and secured a number of very valuable stamps; among other things he
+purchased the unique complete unused sheet of 3 pf. Saxony, 1850 issue,
+catalogued at $50 per stamp. Unfortunately the sheet never came to
+America, as it was sold to a leading English collector who was also in
+Germany at the same time. Numerous other good U.S. stamps changed hands
+through this dealer, so that very little has come across the water.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The only plate of the 2c. stamps containing different triangles is No.
+170. This plate is printed in one sheet of four panes, each pane
+containing 100 stamps. These sheets of 400 stamps are cut apart, and the
+panes of 100 each form a complete sheet as we get them from the
+post-office. The two left-hand sheets of Plate No. 170 contain seven
+rows of Triangle III., and three rows of Triangle II. When a complete
+sheet is not kept, collectors usually take a pair or block showing both
+triangles.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The summer months are usually dull in a philatelic sense, yet many
+collectors find time to devote themselves to their hobby, and frequently
+manage to get stamps at a lower price than during the brisker winter
+months. This year the off season seems to have been devoted more
+especially to Revenue and other stamps which are not connected with the
+postal service. A collection of these oddities is very interesting in
+itself, and also very instructive. In Germany many collections of the
+Governmental Insurance stamps are made. (See illustration of the 14 pf.
+Elsass-Lothringen stamp.) Late issues of German papers state that the
+government has a surplus of 125,000,000 marks insurance money on hand,
+which it proposed to invest in the building of cottages and houses for
+workmen, to be let at reasonable rates. The law has been in force since
+January 1, 1891, and it probably affects over 15,000,000 workmen and
+work-women. It provides insurance against sickness and accidents, and
+for a pension in old age. The benefits are: 1. Free medical treatment,
+medicine, and surgical appliances through life. 2. Half-pay in cash
+during illness, or free hospital treatment for thirteen weeks each year.
+3. Twenty days' wages on death, and, if insurance is kept up, those
+dependent on the deceased receive a small pension. 4. At a fixed period,
+late in life, payments cease, and a small pension is given. The payments
+into the fund for insurance are made weekly (forty-seven weeks to the
+year) one-third by the workman, one-third by the employer, and one-third
+by the government. Each state in Germany has its own series of stamps,
+14 pf., 20 pf., 24 pf., 30 pf., etc., similar to the Elsass-Lothringen
+represented above, but bearing its own name.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+In this country quite a number of savings-banks and similar
+establishments have introduced a similar system. For instance, the Pratt
+Thrift of Brooklyn sells stamps at 5c., 10c., 25c., and 50c. each. These
+are pasted in a book or on a card, and can be turned in as so much cash
+whenever desired. The great objection to collecting stamps of this
+nature is that no used stamps can be bought, and unused stamps must be
+paid for at full face.
+
+On the other hand, it is not necessary to collect every value of each
+issue. The lowest value will answer for the set if the design is the
+same. Indeed, "general" stamp-collectors will soon be forced to take a
+step like this in view of the absolute impossibility of obtaining copies
+of the rarer stamps.
+
+     A. LOMBARD.--Any of the U.S. Revenues, unperforated, are worth
+     keeping. Many of them are rare, and uncovered pairs are always
+     worth much more than two single stamps.
+
+  PHILATUS.
+
+
+
+
+ADVERTISEMENTS.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: ROYAL BAKING POWDER]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THOMPSON'S EYE WATER]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: BICYCLING]
+
+     This Department is conducted in the interest of Bicyclers, and the
+     Editor will be pleased to answer any question on the subject. Our
+     maps and tours contain many valuable data kindly supplied from the
+     official maps and road-books of the League of American Wheelmen.
+     Recognizing the value of the work being done by the L.A.W., the
+     Editor will be pleased to furnish subscribers with membership
+     blanks and information so far as possible.
+
+
+[Illustration: Copyright, 1896, by Harper & Brothers.]
+
+This week we give one of the best short trips in the vicinity of
+Chicago. To take the trip, leave Chicago some afternoon by train, say
+Saturday, planning to arrive at Waukesha in time for supper. Begin the
+run early enough next morning so that you can reach Oconomowoc before
+the heat of the middle of the day. It is possible to either take
+breakfast at Waukesha, or to merely have a cup of coffee, and plan to
+eat breakfast at Pewaukee, at the head of the lake of the same name. The
+road is easily found, running north and northwest from Waukesha. Follow
+the railroad for a short mile, then take the left fork and run out two
+miles, after turning left again, before reaching the river, and follow
+along on the westward side of this stream into Pewaukee. The distance is
+about five miles and a half. After breakfast you can either take the
+steamboat down the lake to Lakeside Cottages, or run out across the
+Chicago, Milwaukee, and St. Paul Railroad, keeping to the left fork at
+the crossing, and running westward by Lakeside Station to Hartland.
+
+From Lakeside Cottages you wheel up by the Lakeside station, cross the
+track, and turn to the left into the road running into Hartland. From
+Hartland to Nagawicka the road follows most of the way along by the
+railroad, passing Pine Lake, and then, still following the railroad,
+runs through Nashotah, at the head of Nagawicka Lake, continuing through
+a slightly hilly country to Okauchee, and thence passing between
+Okauchee Lake and Oconomowoc Lake, crossing the railroad just before
+reaching Giffords, and recrossing again a mile beyond, running thence
+into Oconomowoc. The road is easily found, except at a point just as you
+pass through Okauchee, where, on reaching the school-house, you turn to
+the left where the road forks and run direct to Giffords, as described.
+From Hartland to Oconomowoc the road is through very attractive country,
+covered with thriving farms, with frequently a water view over one of
+the lakes that is well worth the ride from Waukesha. Here and there you
+see summer cottages of city people in the midst of the farming country.
+The hills between Nashotah and Okauchee are easy to climb, as they are
+all graded, and the roads are as fine as any in that part of the State.
+The gravel which lies on the top is well rolled down.
+
+After having had two or three hours' rest in the middle of the day, with
+dinner at Oconomowoc, the return trip can be made by what is called the
+Nashotah road, passing Soft Water Lake, and running on between upper and
+lower Nashotah lakes, thence following the road into Delafield, crossing
+the stream in the centre of the town, and running out eastward along the
+lower end of Nagawicka Lake. From this point the run into Waukesha is
+made over what is known as the graded road to Waukesha. This trip can be
+made easily in time for you to arrive in Waukesha early enough to take a
+late afternoon train for Chicago.
+
+The whole country about Waukesha is filled with lakes and with
+picturesque scenery, and this particular trip can be extended in several
+different ways by circling any one of the lakes, or by making a stay of
+a day or two at any one of the towns, especially Pewaukee. Besides this,
+a good way to reach Waukesha is to take a steamer from Chicago to
+Milwaukee, and then ride down to Waukesha itself over the
+Waukesha-Milwaukee road race-course, the distance being twenty-five
+miles. This particular route will be given in the ROUND TABLE at an
+early date. The Waukesha route itself is about thirty-six miles in all.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE CAMERA CLUB]
+
+     Any questions in regard to photograph matters will be willingly
+     answered by the Editor of this column, and we should be glad to
+     hear from any of our club who can make helpful suggestions.
+
+
+THE MYSTERY OF SILVER FEINTING.
+
+Correctly speaking, the image on the sensitive paper is permanent when
+it is removed from the printing-frame, but the silver chloride which has
+not been acted upon by the light is still sensitive, and unless it is
+removed, it would also decompose, and thus the picture would be lost. In
+order to preserve this picture some chemical agent must be used which
+shall remove or dissolve the unchanged chloride of silver.
+
+It has been shown that the portion of the chloride of silver which has
+been acted upon by the light has been changed to a different chemical
+compound. Any chemical process to which the picture might be subjected
+would be likely to act on each compound in a different manner. In order
+to preserve the picture some chemical agent must be employed which shall
+remove or dissolve the silver chloride, but which shall not affect the
+chemical compound which forms the picture.
+
+After many experiments a safe, and now cheap,[2] agent was found in
+hyposulphite of soda. When the print is placed in a solution of
+hyposulphite of soda a new compound is formed--silver sodium
+hyposulphite. This double salt dissolves very quickly in water, and is
+easily washed out of the film. If, however, the hypo solution is not
+strong enough, another compound is formed, which will not dissolve, and
+cannot be washed out of the film. It decomposes by degrees, and produces
+a yellowish-brown deposit, which ruins the paper or film. This is the
+reason why prints and films are a dull yellowish color; it is the
+formation of an insoluble salt by using too weak hypo, or not leaving
+the paper or negative long enough in the solution.
+
+[2] When Herschel discovered that hyposulphite of soda was a solvent for
+chloride of silver, the price was one guinea per pound.
+
+Each atom of nitrate of silver requires three atoms of hyposulphite of
+soda to form the soluble double salt. Negatives require a solution
+double the strength of that used for prints. The proportion for
+negatives is 1 oz. of hyposulphite of soda to 4 oz. of water, while the
+solution for prints requires 8 oz. of water to 1 oz. of hypo.
+
+Hypo does not keep well in solution, and should be made up in small
+quantities. It is better to keep the bottles containing it in a dark
+place, or to wrap them in paper. A small piece of chalk dropped in the
+solution will counteract or neutralize any trace of acid that may be
+formed.
+
+A bottle which has contained hypo, or a dish in which it has been used
+for fixing purposes, should not be used for other chemicals. Hypo will
+penetrate glass or porcelain in a few days, and therefore contaminates
+any solution which is placed in a vessel which has once contained it.
+
+The only printing process in which water is used as a clearing or fixing
+agent is in the cyanotype or "blue-print" process. This blue-print paper
+is coated with a solution of potassium ferrocyanide and ammonio-citrate
+of iron. Each of these salts is soluble in water, but when the paper
+with which they are coated is exposed to the action of light, the two
+substances combine and form a compound which is something of the nature
+of "Prussian blue." This compound is insoluble in water, and when a
+print is made on the sensitive paper and placed in water the salts which
+have not been acted upon by the light dissolve and wash away, while the
+compound formed by the union of the two salts under the light action
+remains, and the image is permanent.
+
+A curious experiment may be made with the blue print. A paper is coated
+with an equal mixture of the two salts in equal proportions, and a blue
+print made on it in the usual way. When this print is dry, if it is
+placed in a solution of proto-nitrate of mercury the picture will soon
+disappear. If this apparently clear paper is washed and dried, and
+ironed with a hot iron--not hot enough to scorch the paper--the picture
+will gradually reappear, but the color will now be brown instead of
+blue. When this picture is placed for a few days in a book or portfolio
+it will fade away, but can be restored by again pressing with a hot
+iron.
+
+The next paper will give the explanation of the toning or--as the early
+photographers termed it--the coloring process of the silver print.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE SECOND SUMMER,
+
+many mothers believe, is the most precarious in a child's life;
+generally it may be true, but you will find that mothers and physicians
+familiar with the value of the Gail Borden Eagle Brand Condensed Milk do
+not so regard it.--[_Adv._]
+
+
+
+
+ADVERTISEMENTS.
+
+
+
+
+23,469
+
+Collections of different Columbia advertisements were submitted in
+competition for the Columbia Bicycle recently offered as a prize. The
+winning collection was sent by H. F. Wendall, Leipsic, Ohio, and
+contained 2,089 different advertisements of
+
+[Illustration: Columbia Bicycles]
+
+This contest has demonstrated in a remarkable manner the secure
+popularity of Columbia bicycles and the wide-spread desire to secure
+one. If Columbias could be sold for less, the use of Columbias would be
+universal. But Columbia quality can only be maintained at its unvarying
+standard by asking one unvarying price.
+
+$100 TO ALL ALIKE.
+
+Hartford Bicycles are the sort for which $100 is usually asked--
+
+$70, $65, $50, $45.
+
+The Columbia Art Catalogue by mail for two 2-cent stamps, or is free if
+you call on the Columbia agent.
+
+POPE MFG. CO., Hartford, Conn.
+
+Branch Houses and Agencies almost everywhere.
+
+
+
+
+WALTER BAKER & CO., LIMITED.
+
+Established Dorchester, Mass., 1780.
+
+Breakfast Cocoa
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Always ask for Walter Baker & Co.'s
+
+Breakfast Cocoa
+
+Made at
+
+DORCHESTER, MASS.
+
+It bears their Trade Mark
+
+"La Belle Chocolatiere" on every can.
+
+Beware of Imitations.
+
+
+
+
+Postage Stamps, &c.
+
+
+
+
+$117.50 WORTH OF STAMPS FREE
+
+to agents selling stamps from my 50% approval sheets. Send at once for
+circular and price-list giving full information.
+
+C. W. Grevning, Morristown, N. J.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: STAMPS]
+
+100 all dif. Venezuela, Bolivia, etc., only 10c., 200 all dif. Hayti,
+Hawaii, etc., only 50c. Ag'ts w't'd at 50% com. List FREE! =C. A.
+Stegmann=, 5941 Cote Brilliante Ave., St. Louis, Mo
+
+
+
+
+STAMPS
+
+=10= stamps and large list =FREE=!
+
+L. DOVER & CO., 1469 Hodiamont, St. Louis, Mo.
+
+
+
+
+STAMPS on Approval! 50% disct. _List free._
+
+W. C. Shields, 30 Sorauran Ave., Toronto, Canada.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THOMPSON'S EYE WATER]
+
+
+
+
+Reader: Have you seen the
+
+[Illustration: Franklin]
+
+It is a Collection which no one who loves music should fail to own; it
+should find a place in every home. Never before, it may truthfully be
+said, has a song book been published at once so cheap, so good, and so
+complete.--_Colorado Springs Gazette._
+
+[Illustration: Square]
+
+This Song Collection is one of the most notable enterprises of the kind
+attempted by any publisher. The brief sketches and histories of the
+leading productions in the work add greatly to the value of the
+series.--_Troy Times._
+
+[Illustration: Collection?]
+
+Sold Everywhere. Price, 50 cents; Cloth, $1.00. Full contents, with
+Specimen Pages mailed, without cost, on application to
+
+Harper & Brothers, New York.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Magic Squares.
+
+     Magic squares have been so called on account of the wonderful
+     powers which the ancients thought they possessed. According to this
+     idea, a square containing one cell represented the Deity, the
+     product of unity by itself always being unity. The square of the
+     root two represented imperfection, while a square of nine cells was
+     consecrated to Saturn, of sixteen to Jupiter, of twenty-five to
+     Mars, of thirty-six to the Sun, of forty-nine to Venus, of
+     sixty-four to Mercury, and of eighty-one to the Moon. There are
+     even and odd magic squares. Added vertically, horizontally, or
+     diagonally the result will be the same. A still more ingenious
+     square is so arranged that when it is lessened by one, two, or
+     three bands on each side it will still remain "magic." Still
+     another square is divided into four compartments, each compartment
+     being magic.
+
+ODD SQUARE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+EVEN SQUARE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+BORDERED SQUARE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+COMPARTMENT SQUARE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  VINCENT V. M. BEEDE, R.T.F.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+An Unreliable Florida Lake.
+
+     There is a lake quite near to our house which is covered with weeds
+     and tall grass. From a distance it presents the appearance of a
+     large swamp. In this lake there are a number of clear places, which
+     are said to have no bottom, and are called "sinks." It is said that
+     twice this lake has run dry, the water escaping through one of
+     these sinks. Millions of fishes were left on the sand, and wagons
+     came and carried them off to be sold. I have also been told that
+     one of the farmers planted a field of rice in one of the fertile
+     places that the lake had uncovered. The rice grew and nourished in
+     the rich ground, when one morning, looking out to see how it was
+     growing, he found that the lake had come back in the night and had
+     buried his rice-field.
+
+     Have you ever tasted fresh figs? When at a friend's house the other
+     day some were brought in, and I tasted one. I found it to be very
+     sweet and sticky inside, and was what is called "sickish." I would
+     like to correspond with any member of the Round Table who is
+     interested in finding out the strange things in other countries.
+
+  MARION M. CLUTE, R.T.L.
+  LAKE CITY, FLA.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Kinks.
+
+No. 14.--HIDDEN NAME.
+
+Prose by Optic, Poe, and Emerson offers no greater variety than would
+poetry by Goldsmith, Ruskin, Edgeworth, Greene, Otway, Reade, Young,
+Irving, and Xerxes, had all written poetry. Find the name of the man who
+sent usurers to England to loan money to poor people unable to pay
+tithes, which usurers, having offices on a certain London street, give
+it a name to this day.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 15.--BEHEADING.
+
+Behead the foot of a horse, and leave a fruit; behead again, and leave
+part of the horse; behead again, and leave before.
+
+  SIMON T. STERN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 16.--THREE KITCHEN RECEIPTS.
+
+  First have your stove intensely warm
+    If this dish you'd properly make:
+  Then into it put two less than a dozen
+    Of tiny creatures to bake.
+  By following directions you find it will give
+    A well-known people who in Africa live.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Make your first layer of a very small article,
+    Your last of an equally small measure.
+  Between them place the beginning of speech.
+    A transposition you have at your pleasure.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Take a dish for an invalid,
+    Neither liquid nor solid.
+  Mix it well with a space
+    That's broad and not squalid.
+  'Twill make you a dish
+    That epicures covet,
+  And all who partake
+    Will vow that they love it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 17.--A MENU.
+
+Soup--lake in Minnesota. Fish--cape in Massachusetts, river in
+Connecticut. Roast--river in Tennessee, lake in California.
+Vegetables--river in Vermont, river in Alabama. Entrées--town in
+Arizona, river in Montana. Dessert--city in New Jersey, island off
+Connecticut coast, river in Arkansas, river in Montana, river in
+Mississippi.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 18.--A DINNER PARTY.
+
+Some time ago, no matter when, a grand dinner party was given, at which
+were guests who assumed the following names, in order to make the feast
+a celebration, by famous Americans, of a great American event. The
+assumed names were:
+
+   1, Common, a county, a human being.
+   2, Government appropriation.
+   3, Good advice, to cease from.
+   4, Casual, worn out, a slip.
+   5, A fish, a city in Oregon, to pursue.
+   6, A vegetable, a drink, a hinderance, torpid.
+   7, An Irish nickname, a stack, a fowl, grain.
+   8, An animal's cry, meat, a torch, to peruse.
+   9, To agree, cleansing, a weight.
+  10, Two Bible characters, a meadow.
+  11, A patriarch, a beverage.
+  12, To satisfy, a wine, a cave.
+  13, A small truck, a cry, a film, a heavenly body.
+  14, A past participle, a sweetmeat, a tavern, hirsute, a relation.
+  15, A fowl, to recompense, the strand, to wander.
+  16, A plant, a verb, two letters, residences.
+  17, A nickname, an animal, a whirlpool, a luminary.
+  18, A bird, a Russian, a small room, to sink, to flow.
+  19, An outfit, a chariot, a relation.
+  20, Headgear, a weight, an animal.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Answers to Kinks.
+
+No. 9.
+
+Central letters.--Meleager. Cross-words.--1, Plummet. 2, Bisects. 3,
+Mallard. 4, Foreman. 5, Durance. 6, Leggins. 7, Creeper. 8, Starred.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 10.
+
+1, 1808. 2, 375 A.D. 3, A. 4, 6. 5, _Nein_ (9). 6, Cat. 7, 85. 8, 60
+tons. 9. 1880 carats.
+
+Solution.--
+1808-375=1433+1=1434÷6=239x9=2151÷3=717-85=632+60=692+1880=2571.
+Square root of 25=5x2=10, number of letters in _Euphrosyne_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 11.--A dream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 12.--Caprice--a price, price, rice, ice, ream, cream, ice-cream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 13.
+
+Donkey, keynote, notelet, letter, terror, roral, allot, lotto, tower,
+ergot, gotten, tender, derma, marine, renal, alarm, armor, mortal,
+tallow, Lowell, well done.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Much In a Right Beginning.
+
+Governor William E. Russell, of Massachusetts, who died recently at the
+age of thirty-nine, but had in that short life been Mayor of his city
+and Governor of his State, and had gained national fame, early began to
+think and act right. As a school-boy, when boating with five companions,
+his craft was overturned, and he swam a mile to shore. Asked by his
+mother about his struggle to reach land, he said, "I thought of you,
+prayed to God, and kept my arms and legs in stroke."
+
+
+
+
+THE END OF OLD MONEY.
+
+
+Every one has at some time or another received in change a ragged bill,
+sometimes in such a dilapidated condition that it is held together with
+pieces of gummed tissue-paper, made expressly for that purpose. When
+such bills are received, the desire is to get rid of them as quickly as
+possible, and so they pass from hand to hand, until finally they reach
+some bank that will turn them into one of Uncle Sam's treasuries.
+
+Uncle Sam would like to keep his paper money clean, and he endeavors to
+withdraw from circulation every ragged bill. Eventually most every bill
+finds its way back to the Treasury after a life of from two to four
+years, except those that are lost, or destroyed in fires, etc. It is an
+almost impossible task to recall them all, yet the number that are
+withdrawn provide work for a large department in the Treasury Building
+at Washington. If one passes through the corridors and should glance
+into this room, he will see a lot of girls busily counting bundles of
+dirty greenbacks of all denominations. When the count is carefully
+tabulated, the bundles are stacked on the floor in small piles. It is
+not an uncommon sight to see two of the girl counters seated on a pile
+of these bills chatting to each other, doubtless of some social matter,
+utterly regardless of the fact that they may be sitting on some hundred
+thousand dollars of actual money.
+
+The end of these old bills that have served their purpose so faithfully
+has a certain amount of pathos. If one is fortunate enough to be present
+when a committee of three officers of the Treasury send them to their
+destruction, a curious, almost indescribable sensation will creep over
+one. This destruction takes place in a room in the Treasury Building.
+There is a small table in the centre of the room, and on this the
+bundled bills are piled in reckless confusion. Through two holes in the
+floor at the end of the table can be seen the large cylinders or
+macerators into which the bills are placed. They are about the size of
+locomotive boilers. A large funnel is inserted in one of the holes, and
+it connects with one of the macerators. The bills are then untied and
+thrown into the mouth of this funnel. It is amusing to see one of the
+committee take a stick when they become jammed and prod them through.
+When the last one is safely in, a mixture of lime and soda-ash is placed
+in the macerator, a cover is clamped over the ventricle, and each member
+of the committee fastens it with a separate lock. Steam is then turned
+on, and the cylinders are set in motion. When the bills have been
+thoroughly macerated the pulp is drawn off and taken to a paper-machine,
+where it is made into sheets of paper, and afterwards sold.
+
+Some one suggested the idea of using part of the pulp to make little
+fancy images. The idea was adopted, and dainty little knick-knacks made
+of the pulp can be bought in the stores in Washington. The salesmen
+often induce the possible purchaser to buy by telling him that the image
+at one time represented a large sum of money.
+
+To pick up one of these images is to give rise to thought, for here
+embodied in a small compass is that which was once part of the greatest
+power in the world.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Ivory Soap]
+
+  A wise young woman understands
+  That Ivory Soap is best to use
+  For outing flannels, sunburned hands,
+  Light summer gowns and tennis shoes.
+
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+
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+[Illustration: THOMPSON'S EYE WATER]
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+
+MARK TWAIN'S JOAN OF ARC.
+
+Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc. By the Sieur LOUIS DE CONTE, her
+Page and Secretary. Freely Translated out of the Ancient French into
+Modern English from the Original Unpublished Manuscript in the National
+Archives of France, by JEAN FRANÇOIS ALDEN. Illustrated from Original
+Drawings by F. V. DU MOND, and from Reproductions of Old Paintings and
+Statues, pp. xvi., 461. Crown 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $2.50.
+
+     One of the most delightful books of the time. It is read with keen
+     enjoyment, and its leaves will be turned over again many times in
+     delicious reminiscence of its fascinating episodes and its
+     entrancing digressions.--RICHARD HENRY STODDARD, in _N. Y. Mail and
+     Express_.
+
+     Mark Twain, in the best book he has ever written, has given us a
+     life of Joan of Arc so amazing in its realism, its vividness and
+     force, that, like Shakespeare's plays, it compels acceptance.... It
+     seems to us that Mark Twain's "Personal Recollections of Joan of
+     Arc" is not only the best thing he has ever done, but one of the
+     best things done by anybody in fiction for a long time
+     past.--_Speaker_, London.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
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+=THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN.= With Photogravure Portrait of the
+Author, and Other Illustrations. $1.75.
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+     pathos will be apparent, and later still will come the recognition
+     of the value of these sketches as pictures of a civilization now
+     ended.--_Philadelphia Ledger._
+
+=LIFE ON THE MISSISSIPPI.= Illustrated. $1.75.
+
+     Mr. Clemens's picture of the by-gone time is most graphic....
+     Throughout the book Mr. Clemens's powers of humor and pathos are
+     continually shown.--_Boston Transcript._
+
+=THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER.= Illustrated. $1.75.
+
+     Aptly described as "a tale for young people of all ages," for it is
+     a delight to grown-up folk to read it. It is doubtful if Mr.
+     Clemens ever did a more artistically consistent thing than this,
+     and in the ultimate appraisal of his fiction it is sure to rank
+     very high.--_Hartford Courant._
+
+=A CONNECTICUT YANKEE IN KING ARTHUR'S COURT.= Illustrated. $1.75.
+
+     The story will be recalled as one of the quaintest and most
+     original of this quaint and original writer's works.... Fascinating
+     clear through.--_Brooklyn Times._
+
+Other Volumes to Follow.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+
+
+
+THE INTRODUCTION.
+
+[Illustration: THE CARVING FORK. "MR. PITCHER, ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE YOU
+TO MY FRIEND MR. BUNNY."]
+
+[Illustration: THE PITCHER (_bowing low_). "HAPPY TO MEET YOU, MR.
+BUNNY."]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A WISE BOY.
+
+HELEN (_awed_). "Oh, Tommie, aren't you awfully afraid of the bears they
+tell about up here?"
+
+TOMMIE. "Naw! I'm not afraid of the bears anybody tells about. I'm only
+afraid of the bears I see."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A HAND-CLAPPER.
+
+"Papa," said Willie, as he entered his father's room at the Mountain
+House, "can I join the band here?"
+
+"I don't know. As what--bass-drummer?"
+
+"No, clapper," said Willie.
+
+"You can't play the clappers," said his father.
+
+"No," said Willie, "and they don't want me to; but I'm to start the
+applause when the band stops playing."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There is a smart little town out in North Dakota, and its inhabitants
+imagine they are a great deal smarter. They have an excellent opinion of
+their city, as they term it, and blow and bluster more over its welfare
+and growth than a Kansas cyclone. The main line of a railroad runs
+through it, and once a week a train stops there. This indifference on
+the part of the railroad people is a source of bitterness to the
+inhabitants, especially as the engineers make it a point to go through
+the place at full speed. Finally, they resolved to put a stop to it, so
+one day they built a barricade on the tracks, and forced the first train
+to come to a halt. Then they arrested the engineer and took him before
+the judge of the place. He was charged with running through a city
+regardless of speed, and to the danger of the populace.
+
+"What have you to say in answer to this charge, sir?" sternly asked the
+judge.
+
+The engineer smiled and looked around. He stepped to the door and looked
+at the few straggling houses, and allowed an expression of astonishment
+to settle on his face. Then he walked slowly up in front of the judge
+and said:
+
+"Upon my honor, judge, this is the first time I ever knew there was such
+a place as a town on this part of the line."
+
+The citizens after that slowly removed the barricade, and let the
+engineer proceed on his way.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+AN ACCOMPLISHED LITTLE GIRL.
+
+AGGIE. "Mamma, can't I stay up to the dance to-night?"
+
+MRS. B. "Why, you can't dance, my dear."
+
+AGGIE. "No, mamma; but I can stay up splendidly."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+AN OBSERVANT YOUNG LADY.
+
+"It's dreadfully mean," said Mollie. "They have an elevator in this
+hotel to take you up to bed when you don't want to go; but they haven't
+anything to take you up the mountains that tire you out to climb."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A MISTAKE SOMEWHERE.
+
+"There's one thing I can't understand about the mountains," said Benny.
+"Pop says it's awfully expensive up here, but I can't see it. This is my
+third summer here, and it's never cost me a cent."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+VERY SUPERIOR.
+
+MOLLIE (_at the Mountain House_). "We had a german last night."
+
+POLLIE (_a visitor from the Valley House_). "Pooh! We have a Frenchman
+at our house for the whole summer."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Illustration: "SAY, JACK, THAT CATFISH YOU'VE GOT WAS A HOWLING SUCCESS
+AS A CATCH."
+
+"YES. IT JUST FILLED THE BILL."]
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, August 4, 1896, by Various
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 58965 ***