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Title: Harper's Young People, April 26, 1881

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[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE

AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]

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VOL. II.--NO. 78. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
CENTS.

Tuesday, April 26, 1881. Copyright, 1881, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
per Year, in Advance.

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[Illustration: SHAD-FISHING ON THE HUDSON.]

HOW THE SEINE NET WAS BROKEN.

BY J. O. DAVIDSON.


"Why, Joe, is that you? Where have you been all day?" asked Ralph
Hadley, as he met Joe Manson turning into Hillside Lane.

"I've been to see the rabbit-warren at the goat-house up Hook Mountain
road," replied Joe.

"Hello! here comes Scott Otis, with his fish-basket. Wonder what he's
after now? Can't be going over to the lake this time in the afternoon."

"Where are you going, Scott?" asked the boys.

"Shaddin'," answered Scott.

"Are you going to haul the seine?" inquired Joe.

"Yes, if the wind goes down, about five o'clock or thereabouts."

"Let's go see them!" exclaimed Joe.

"All right, I'm with you," replied Ralph; and the two boys trudged
joyfully along beside Scott, asking many questions as they went.

Down through winding lanes they went, over fences and across lots, and
emerged on a broad, open space, commanding a fine view of the Tappan
Sea, which was dotted here and there by the bright sails of
fishing-smacks and schooners, bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight.

"There they are at work already, getting the seine out," called Ralph,
pointing down to the shore, where a group of figures were moving about
among the boats.

Down at the water-side was a busy scene. The stony beach was covered
with figures and boats. Old fishermen in brown oil-skin suits hurried by
with coils of rope and oars slung over their shoulders, while others
were preparing the boats, and some were watching for shad signs on the
river's surface.

A few paces from the shore stood a machine called a reel. It looked like
a huge four-spoked wheel, and from it some men were unwinding the seine
net, and stowing it in two large boats.

Near it, under the willows, two old fishermen were engaged in mending
some badly torn nets. The boys wondered how they could with their hard
horny hands do such delicate knotting and splicing.

"Why, sister Minnie's crochet-work isn't any finer than this!" exclaimed
Ralph, examining some of the strands. "I could never learn to do that."

"Oh yes, my boy," replied one of the fishermen, kindly. "If you had
worked at it, like me, for over twenty years, I doubt not you would do
it just as well."

"What's the matter now?" inquired Joe, as several men ran past them.

"Shad signs, sah," replied a darky. "There they go after them!" and from
a distance up the shore two large boats put off, and rowed slowly out
into the river. "And here comes a boat from picking de gill-nets out
yonder."

"What are gill-nets?" inquired the boys, determined to know all about
it.

"Dey am nets fastened to poles in shallow water, and de shad, swimmin'
along, gits deir heads through easy enough, but when dey tries to back
out ag'in, find demselves caught wid de mesh behind de gills."

"Let's go up and see them," said Joe.

"Better stay here, sah," advised the darky. "Dey'll land hereabouts, and
you'll have all de walk for nuffin. You see, sah, de tide am slack now,
but 'twill ebb presently, and by de time dey gets 'em surrounded dey'll
drift about to dis p'int, den we'll see 'em come asho'. Now, you see,
dey have drapped de nets; dey am outside ob de school; one boat goes
round 'em on one side, and de other goes de other way. See! de nets am
all drapped, and de big boat am pullin' dis way wid de shore-line."

In a few minutes the boat grounded, and the men, tossing in their oars,
jumped ashore, and laying hold of the ropes, commenced "pulling in." The
cork floats could be seen extending away out into the river like a great
semi-circle, the upper end of which was also being dragged ashore by a
dozen stalwart fishermen, who slowly moved down the beach, keeping
abreast of the tide-driven net, and as the lower party were stationary,
the two ends were gradually coming together. The men tugged and pulled,
but the net came in but slowly.

"In with her lively now!" shouted Scott, running down the beach.
"There's a big school in there."

"You're right; she do pull heavy," said one of the men, straining at the
ropes.

"This won't do," cried Scott. "It's not coming in half fast enough.
We'll have to use the winch, or the tide will carry it on the rocks.
Here, some of you, run the rope up to the winch, and start her."

The winch was a rough wooden machine, with two bars like a ship's
capstan. Around the barrel the rope was wound, and two village lads ran
rapidly round with it. The extra purchase thus obtained brought in the
seine much faster.

Both parties were now within speaking distance, and congratulations and
jokes passed between them at the prospect of making a good catch.

The lower ropes were carefully managed by two experienced men, so that
no fish should escape underneath, and the disturbed water at the "bag"
end of the net indicated that a large school was inclosed. So quietly
and smoothly had all been done that the fish had not realized they were
caught. But now ensued a great splashing and boiling, particularly at
one place.

"Must be sturgeon in there!" cried Scott. "Carefully now, or he'll break
away."

The net was coming in beautifully, when suddenly a long black body shot
up out of the water, and fell back with a tremendous splash, and
commenced rushing back and forth, threatening to destroy everything.

"What is it?" shouted Scott. "Sturgeon don't act that way."

"We don't know," replied one of the men. "It's too dark to see what it
is."

"You will have to kill it, or we'll lose the catch," yelled Scott. "He's
tearing the net now."

At this several dashed into the water with poles and staves, and a
lively and confused conflict ensued with the monster, while the shad and
other captive fish darted about in the wildest manner, frightened out of
their wits at the terrible uproar; and in the shallow water were
hundreds poking their cold noses against the net, trying to get out.

"It's a shark, as sure as I'm alive," shouted one of the men, jumping
one side as the monster made a rush.

"It can't be," replied another; "they don't run here."

"Never mind; pull up the net," called Scott; "there come the rollers
from the night boat."

But it was too late, for with a low, sullen roar the heavy rollers from
the Albany night boat came tumbling in, upsetting and twisting the net,
and carrying it on the rocks.

"There he goes!" cried one of the men, and sure enough the big fish had
torn the net, and was free, and like a flash hundreds of shad followed
through the hole he had made, so that scarcely fifty good fish were left
in it to reward the fishermen's labors.

"Isn't it too bad?" said Joe to Scott, as he passed by to a bright
drift-wood fire under the rocky headland, where the men were drying
themselves. "I'm real sorry you lost them."

"It's fisherman's luck," replied Scott, quietly. "We'll hope for better
next time."

"What kind of fish was it?" asked Ralph.

"I hardly know. I never saw one like it, or we would have known how to
manage it better."

By the fire-light the remaining fish were soon sorted out, and each of
our boys was given a fine fat shad for his share of the work; so
although they lost their supper, they had a fine feast for Sunday
morning's breakfast.




PLANTING-TIME.


  "I've planted a paper of pins in a row;
  I wonder when will my pin-trees grow?"
  Cried darling Dora, with puzzled eyes,
  At aunty's look of complete surprise.

  "Planted a paper of pins, my dear?
  They'll never come up, though you wait a year--
  Yes, you may wait a year and a day,
  And down in the ground your pins will stay.

  "Roses and lilies and daisies white,
  Blossom and flourish in dark and light;
  But pins will rust in the planted row,
  For out in the garden no pin-trees grow."




"THE TRIBUTE OF CHILDREN."

BY HELEN P. JENKINS.


I am going to tell you, Young People, something about a once famous body
of men called the Janissaries. You may pronounce the word as if spelled
Yanissaries.

A few hundred years ago, when the nations of Europe were more given to
fighting than they are now (though they seem in this day to like it
pretty well), the most celebrated soldiers in the world were the
Janissaries. At that time armies were not drilled as thoroughly as they
are to-day, but so well disciplined, so fierce, and so successful were
the Janissaries that their name became a terror throughout Europe.

Who these soldiers were is a curious and a sad story. They were Turkish
troops, but they were not Turks by birth, and that is why the story is a
sad one. The Turks came from Asia into Europe about six hundred years
ago. They conquered the southeastern part of Europe, which is called
Turkey, and little by little, by dreadful fighting, they got possession
of Greece, and several states north of it. Finally they took the
beautiful city of Constantinople, which the Christians so long and so
gallantly defended. The Turks brought with them a religion, a costume,
and a government different from any the people in Europe had been
accustomed to. They were Mohammedans, while the people of the conquered
countries were Christians. You can easily believe that the Christian
people did not love the race that had robbed them of their country and
their freedom, nor did they submit very willingly to their fate.

Now the Turkish government took a very cunning and cruel way to increase
the strength of its own army, and weaken the people they were
conquering. It took from the Christian people every year one thousand of
their brightest boys to train them for the Turkish army. This is called
in history "the tribute of children." Some historians say that all the
boys over seven years of age "who promised any excellence in mind or
body" were captured by the Turks; but probably the "annual tax of one
thousand children" is a more reliable statement. As this "tribute of
children" was kept up for over three hundred years, not less than
300,000 noble Christian children were torn from their homes, and their
strength turned against their own people. The delicate and deformed and
dull were not taken, for the Turkish government wanted to make a body of
soldiers the finest in size and strength and courage the world had ever
seen; and, besides, the puny and dull boys would never be of much
service to the Christians; so it was very safe to leave them with their
own people.

Can you think of a meaner way of gaining victories than to kidnap the
finest children of a conquered race, so there should be no grand, strong
men among them, and then to make these boys, when grown to men, fight
against their own flesh and blood? I do not think history records
anything more base.

How glad a Christian mother must have been if her boy was pale and puny,
or her children were all girls! Do you not believe that parents
sometimes hid their boys in the mountains when the Turkish officers were
about, or taught them to look sick or silly? I have never read in any
books that they did do so, but I do not doubt it myself. Yet it is said
that so much care was given to the training of these bright boys, and
such honors sometimes conferred upon them by the government, that the
very poor people were sometimes willing their sons should go away from
them forever to enter the service of the Turks. It seems to me it must
have been a dreadful poverty and ignorance that could have made
Christian mothers willing to give up their sons to the enemy of their
country and their religion.

These boys were taken from their homes so young they soon forgot kindred
and country, the religion, and even the language of their fathers. They
were usually carried to some portion of Asia Minor, where they were
trained severely to abstinence and endurance of all kinds, to fit them
for service. Those who proved greatly superior in mind were fitted for
places of trust in the government--some were made pages in the Sultan's
palace--but those who were strong and large of stature were trained for
war. And it was these Christian boys who constituted the celebrated
Janissaries, and won such great victories for the Turkish nation for
three hundred years, that its influence and power was felt and dreaded
throughout the civilized world.

It was the first instance of a "standing army" in Europe. Charles VII.
of France is usually considered the originator of the "standing army,"
perhaps because the Turks were not considered a European nation; but the
Janissaries were in existence a century before Charles's time. They were
organized in 1329, and Charles was not crowned until 1422.

The Janissaries fought in many important battles and sieges in the
fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. They figured in the sieges of the
islands of Rhodes and Crete and Malta, and at the famous battle of
Lepanto, which you will read about when you are older. They wore, even
in fighting, flowing robes and white caps with black plumes, and fought
with cimeters. We can believe their flowing robes were somewhat
inconvenient in battle, especially at the siege of Malta, where they had
to scale high parapets of rocks.

The Janissaries were in the height of their splendid fame during the
reign of the Sultan Solyman the Magnificent, in the seventeenth century.
After a time this celebrated corps lost its superiority. The "tribute of
children" had, after three hundred years, gradually ceased, and the
force was kept up by volunteers of any kind. The Janissaries became
corrupt and insubordinate, and instead of making conquests for Turkey,
they often turned upon their masters, and became more terrible to the
Sultans than to the nations around. They deposed Sultans, and murdered
Sultans, and made new ones, and Turkey was cursed by the very troops of
which she had once been so proud.

Mahmoud II., who was a fierce and daring man, resolved to save his own
head, and protect Turkey, by destroying this dreadful soldiery. In 1826
he led the rest of the army against the Janissaries, surprised them, and
after a dreadful battle defeated them. Eight thousand were burned in
their barracks before they could escape. Fifteen thousand were
slaughtered in the struggle to defend themselves. The rest were banished
from the country, and became scattered among the armies of Europe. The
Janissaries were forever dissolved, and their name lives now only in
history.




[Illustration]

THE REPRIMAND.

BY MRS. MARGARET E. SANGSTER.


  I'm s'prised at you, Rover! Pray what does this mean?
  You're the naughtiest dog, sir, that ever I've seen,
  To be teasing poor Kitty, and vexing her so;
  Such conduct won't do, sir, I'd have you to know.

  Was Kitty mistaken? You chased her in play?
  Is that what your sorrowful eyes try to say?
  Then puss shall forgive you; but, Rover, my dear,
  Do please be more careful. You're _too_ rough, I fear.




[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.]

TOBY TYLER;

OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS.

BY JAMES OTIS.

CHAPTER XX.

HOME AND UNCLE DANIEL.


Meanwhile the author of all this misery had come upon the scene. He was
a young man, whose rifle and well-filled game bag showed that he had
been hunting, and his face expressed the liveliest sorrow for what he
had so unwittingly done.

"I didn't know I was firing at your pet," he said to Toby, as he laid
his hand on his shoulder, and endeavored to make him look up. "I only
saw a little patch of fur through the trees, and thinking it was some
wild animal, I fired. Forgive me, won't you, and let me put the poor
brute out of his misery?"

Toby looked up fiercely at the murderer of his pet, and asked, savagely:
"Why don't you go away? Don't you see that you have killed Mr. Stubbs,
an' you'll be hung for murder?"

"I wouldn't have done it under any circumstances," said the young man,
pitying Toby's grief most sincerely. "Come away, and let me put the poor
thing out of its agony."

"How can you do it?" asked Toby, bitterly; "he's dying already."

"I know it, and it will be a favor to him to put a bullet through his
head."

If Toby had been large enough, perhaps there might really have been a
murder committed; for he looked up at the man who so coolly proposed to
kill the poor monkey after he had already received his death-wound that
the young man stepped back quickly, as if really afraid that in his
desperation the boy might do him some injury.

"Go 'way off," said Toby, passionately, "an' don't ever come here again.
You've killed all I ever had in this world of my own to love me, an' I
hate you--I hate you."

Then turning again to the monkey, he put his hands each side of his
head, and leaning down, kissed the little brown lips as tenderly as a
mother would kiss her child.

The monkey was growing more and more feeble, and when Toby had shown
this act of affection, he reached up his tiny paws, grasped Toby's
finger, raised himself half from the ground, and then, as a more
convulsive struggle came, fell back dead, while the tiny fingers slowly
relaxed their hold of the boy's hand.

Toby feared that it was death, and yet hoped that he had been mistaken;
he looked into the half-open, fast-glazing eyes, put his hand over his
heart to see if it was not still beating, and getting no responsive look
from the dead eyes, feeling no heart-throbs from under that bloody
breast, he knew that his pet was really dead, and he flung himself by
his side in all the childish abandon of grief.

He called the monkey by name, implored him to look at him, and finally
bewailed that he had ever left the circus, where at least his pet's life
was safe, even if his own back received its daily flogging.

The young man, who stood a silent spectator of this painful scene,
understood everything from Toby's mourning. He knew that a boy had run
away from the circus, for Messrs. Lord and Castle had staid behind one
day in the hope of capturing the fugitive, and they had told their own
version of Toby's flight.

It was nearly an hour that Toby lay by the dead monkey's side, crying as
if his heart would break, and the young man waited until his grief
should have somewhat exhausted itself, and then he approached the boy
again.

"Won't you believe that I didn't mean to do this cruel thing?" he asked,
in a kindly voice; "and won't you believe that I would do anything in my
power to bring your pet back to life?"

Toby looked at him a moment earnestly, and then he said, slowly, "Yes,
I'll try to."

"Now will you come with me, and let me talk to you, for I know who you
are, and why you are here?"

"How do you know that?"

"Two men staid behind after the circus had left, and they hunted
everywhere for you."

"I wish they had caught me," moaned Toby; "I wish they had caught me,
for then Mr. Stubbs wouldn't be here dead."

And Toby's grief broke out afresh as he again looked at the poor little
stiff form of him who had been a source of so much comfort and joy to
him.

"Try not to think of that now, but think of yourself, and of what you
will do," said the man, soothingly, anxious to divert Toby's mind from
the monkey's death as much as possible.

"I don't want to think of myself, and I don't care what I'll do," sobbed
the boy, passionately.

"But you must; you can't stay here always, and I will try to help you to
get home, or wherever it is you want to go, if you will tell me all
about it."

It was some time before Toby could be persuaded to speak or think of
anything but the death of his pet; but the young man finally succeeded
in drawing his story from him, and then he tried to induce him to leave
that place, and accompany him to the town.

"I can't leave Mr. Stubbs," said the boy, firmly; "he never left me the
night I got thrown out of the wagon, an' he thought I was hurt."

Then came another struggle to induce him to bury his pet, and finally
Toby, after realizing the fact that he could not carry a dead monkey
anywhere with him, agreed to it; but he would not allow the young man to
help him in any way, or even to touch the monkey's body.

He dug a grave under a little fir-tree near by, and lined it with wild
flowers and leaves, and even then hesitated to cover the body with the
earth. At last he bethought himself of the fanciful costume which the
skeleton and his wife had given him, and in this he carefully wrapped
his dead pet. Not one regret at leaving the bespangled suit, for it was
the best he could command, and surely nothing could be too good for Mr.
Stubbs.

Tenderly he laid him in the little grave, and covering the body with
flowers, he said, pausing a moment before he covered it over with earth,
and while his voice was choked with emotion: "Good-by, Mr. Stubbs,
good-by. I wish it had been me instead of you that died, for I'm an
awful sorry little boy now that you're dead."

Even after the grave had been filled, and a little mound made over it,
the young man had the greatest difficulty to persuade Toby to go with
him, and when the boy did consent to go at last, he walked very slowly
away, and kept turning his head to look back just so long as the little
grave could be seen.

Then, when the trees shut it completely out from sight, the tears
commenced to roll again down Toby's cheeks, and he sobbed: "I wish I
hadn't left him; oh, why didn't I make him lie down by me, an' then he'd
be alive now, an' how glad he'd be to know that we was getting out of
the woods at last!"

But the man who had worked Toby this sorrow talked to him about other
matters, thus taking his mind from the monkey's death as much as
possible, and by the time the boy reached the village, he had told his
story exactly as it was, without casting any reproaches on Mr. Lord, and
giving himself the full share of censure for leaving his home as he did.

Mr. Lord and Mr. Castle had remained in the town but one day, for they
were told that a boy had taken the night train that passed through the
town about two hours after Toby had escaped, and they had set off at
once to act on that information.

Therefore Toby need have no fears of meeting either of them just then,
and he could start on his homeward journey in peace.

The young man who had caused the monkey's death tried first to persuade
Toby to remain a day or two with him, and failing in that, he did all he
could toward getting the boy home as quickly and safely as possible. He
insisted on paying for his ticket on the steamboat, although Toby did
all he could to prevent him, and he even accompanied Toby to the next
town, where he was to take the steamer.

He had not only paid for Toby's ticket, but he had paid for a state-room
for him; and when the boy said that he could sleep anywhere, and that
there was no need of such expense, the man replied: "Those men who were
hunting for you have gone down the river, and will be very likely to
search the boat when they discover that they started on the wrong scent.
They will never suspect that you have got a state-room, and if you are
careful to remain in it during the trip, you will get through safely."

Then, when the time came for the steamer to go, the young man said to
Toby: "Now, my boy, you won't feel hard at me for shooting the monkey,
will you? I would have done anything to have brought him to life; but as
I could not do that, helping you to get home was the next best thing I
could do."

"I know you didn't mean to shoot Mr. Stubbs," said Toby, with moistening
eyes as he spoke of his pet, "an' I'm sorry I said what I did to you in
the woods."

Before there was time to say any more, the warning whistle was sounded,
the plank pulled in, the great wheels commenced to revolve, and Toby was
really on his way to Uncle Daniel and Guilford.

It was then but five o'clock in the afternoon, and he could not expect
to reach home until two or three o'clock in the afternoon of the next
day; but he was in a tremor of excitement as he thought that he should
walk through the streets of Guilford once more, see all the boys, and go
home to Uncle Daniel.

And yet, whenever he thought of that home, of meeting those boys, of
going once more to all those old familiar places, the memory of all that
he had planned when he should take the monkey with him would come into
his mind, and dampen even his joy, great as it was.

That night he had considerable difficulty in getting to sleep, but he
did finally succeed in doing so, and when he awoke, the steamer was
going up the river whose waters seemed like an old friend, because they
had flowed right down past Guilford on their way to the sea.

At each town where a landing was made, Toby looked eagerly out on to the
pier, thinking that by some chance some one from his home might be
there, and he could see a familiar face again. But all this time he
heeded the advice given him, and remained in his room, where he could
see and not be seen; and it was well for him that he did so, for at one
of the landings he saw both Mr. Lord and Mr. Castle come on board the
boat.

Toby's heart beat fast and furious, and he expected every moment to hear
them at the door demanding admittance, for it seemed to him that they
must know exactly where he was secreted.

But no such misfortune occurred. The men had evidently only boarded the
boat to search for the boy, for they landed again before the steamer
started, and Toby had the satisfaction of seeing their backs as they
walked away from the pier. It was some time before he recovered from the
fright which the sight of them gave him; but when he did, his thoughts
and hopes far outstripped the steamer, which it seemed was going so
slowly, and he longed to see Guilford with an impatience that could
hardly be restrained.

At last he could see the spire of the little church on the hill, and
when the steamer rounded the point, affording a full view of the town,
and sounded her whistle as a signal for those on the shore to come to
the pier, Toby could hardly restrain himself from jumping up and down,
and shouting in his delight.

He was at the gang-plank ready to land fully five minutes before the
steamer was anywhere near the wharf, and when he recognized the first
face on the pier, what a happy boy he was!

He was at home! The dream of the past ten weeks was at length realized,
and neither Mr. Lord nor Mr. Castle had any terrors for him now.

He ran down the gang-plank before it was ready, and clasped every boy he
saw there by the neck, and would have kissed them if they had shown much
inclination to let him do so.

Of course he was overwhelmed with questions, but before he would answer
any, he asked for Uncle Daniel and the others at home.

Some of the boys ventured to predict that Toby would get a jolly good
whipping for running away, and the only reply which the happy Toby made
to that was:

"I hope I will, an' then I'll feel as if I had kinder paid for runnin'
away. If Uncle Dan'l will only let me stay with him again, he may whip
me every mornin', an' I won't open my head."

The boys were impatient to hear the story of Toby's travels, but he
refused to tell them, saying,

"I'll go home, an' if Uncle Dan'l forgives me for bein' so wicked, I'll
set down this afternoon, an' tell you all you want to know about the
circus."

Then, far more rapidly than he had run away from it, Toby ran toward the
home which he had called his ever since he could remember, and his heart
was full almost to bursting as he thought that perhaps he would be told
that he had forfeited all claim to it, and that he could never more call
it home again.

When he entered the old familiar sitting-room, Uncle Daniel was seated
near the window alone, looking out wistfully, as Toby thought, across
the fields of yellow waving grain.

Toby crept softly in, and going up to the old man he knelt down, and
said, very humbly, and with his whole soul in the words, "Oh, Uncle
Dan'l, if you'll only forgive me for bein' so wicked, an' runnin' away,
an' let me stay here again--for it's all the home I ever had--I'll do
everything you tell me to, an' never whisper in meetin' or do anything
bad."

And then he waited for the words which would seal his fate. They were
not long in coming.

[Illustration: UNCLE DANIEL'S BLESSING.]

"My poor boy," said Uncle Daniel, softly, as he stroked Toby's red,
refractory hair, "my love for you was greater than I knew, and when you
left me I cried aloud to the Lord as if it had been my own flesh and
blood that had gone afar from me. Stay here, Toby, my son, and help to
support this poor old body as it goes down into the dark valley of the
shadow of death, and then, in the bright light of that glorious future,
Uncle Daniel will wait to go with you into the presence of Him who is
ever a father to the fatherless."

And in Uncle Daniel's kindly care we may safely leave Toby Tyler.

THE END.




THE FAITH OF THE TWO SHEIKS.

BY LYDIA M. FINKELSTEIN.


There is a passage in the Koran that reads, "When God creates a human
being, He also creates his inheritance, which is inalienable, and must
come into his possession."

In the Orient, prisoners are allowed by the government only a meagre
supply of bread and water--so meagre that unless the relatives supply
them with food (which they are permitted to do), the unfortunates
frequently die of sheer starvation.

It is the custom for the Orientals, at a time of sickness or any other
trouble, in view of some business speculation, also when undertaking a
journey, to make a vow that if they are delivered from the trouble, meet
with success in the transaction, or accomplish the journey in safety, to
provide the prisoners with a certain quantity of food, and often for a
stated period of time.

In an Oriental city two Sheiks were once confined in prison for debt.
The one, Sheik Kassim, was blind; the other, Sheik Ahmed, was lame. They
had made a living, such as it was, in the outside world, by reciting
passages from the Koran for the dead, usually at the grave, for which
they received payment, either in food or money, from the relatives of
the deceased. In prison, however, there were but few opportunities for
the two Sheiks to earn anything by their profession.

Sheik Kassim was a true believer, and consequently held to the literal
interpretation of the above-mentioned passage of the Koran, asserting
repeatedly that whatever God had destined for him, He would send him,
without any care or exertion on his own part.

Sheik Ahmed, though a sincere Moslem, had a somewhat different opinion,
and believed that although whenever God created a human being, He also
created for him a special inheritance, yet at the same time God intended
the human being to make some exertions to obtain possession of said
inheritance.

It so happened that a wealthy merchant of the city had made a vow to
supply the prisoners not only with necessary wholesome and sufficient
food, but also with some extra dainties, for the term of seven days.

On such occasions a herald passes through the different departments of
the prison, proclaiming, "Ho! all ye poor of the earth that hunger and
thirst, come and partake of the bounty and the inheritance from God!"
The prisoners are then expected to gather in the prison yard, where the
supplies are doled out to them.

Sheik Ahmed, on hearing the invitation, prepared to proceed to the yard,
offering to lead Sheik Kassim, who sat reciting passages from the Koran
and prayers in a corner of his cell, to the same place, to receive a
share of the good things provided by the grateful merchant.

"Nay," said Sheik Kassim, "if I have any inheritance in this supply,
Allah will send me my portion to this place," and he resumed his
prayers, while Sheik Ahmed, finding persuasions and arguments alike
vain, hobbled off to the yard to secure his share of the food which was
being distributed, and this scene was repeated for six days.

On the seventh day the merchant walked through all the different
departments of the prison to make personal inquiries of the prisoners
whether they had received the food he had sent as a thank-offering for
his mercies. On seeing the blind Sheik he particularly questioned
whether his wants received the proper attention. "My lord," replied
Sheik Kassim, "if I have any inheritance in this supply, Allah will send
me my portion to this place." Hearing this reply, the merchant
immediately gave orders for a liberal supply to be brought to the blind
man.

Later, Sheik Ahmed approached his friend to endeavor once again to
convince him of the necessity for making some exertion in order to
receive his share of the good things to which he was entitled, but
missed through his own inaction. Triumphantly Sheik Kassim related the
circumstance of the merchant sending for his portion, and having it
brought to the spot from which the blind man had not considered it
necessary to move, so great had been his faith that his inheritance,
however great or small it might be, would be sent by Allah sooner or
later to him.

"That is all very beautiful and very true," replied Sheik Ahmed, "and
Allah is good to all His creatures, even the most undiscernible, if they
only trust Him; but remember that while you waited, Allah sent you a
portion only once, while I, who made the exertion and went, received a
portion from His bountiful hand seven times."




THE BUZZARD'S BALD HEAD.

BY A. L. BASSETT.


"Now, chillen, git to bed quick, and don't make no fuss, and I'll tell
you a story 'bout Mr. Fox and Mr. Rabbit."

The promise of a _story_ was quite sufficient to insure ready obedience;
so the little ones were soon tucked warmly into their beds, and their
colored nurse, seating herself on the floor beside them, greatly pleased
at the eager gaze of the bright eyes fixed upon her face, began her
story:

"Mr. Fox and Mr. Rabbit had been off workin' all de week, but Saturday
dey come home and cleaned up deir house and yard, and got ready for
Sunday.

"When ebenin' come, Mr. Fox dressed heself up and went to de rabbit's
house.

"'Mr. Rabbit,' he says, 'I'm goin' fishin'. Won't you go 'long, Mr.
Rabbit?'

"'No,' says Mr. Rabbit, 'I won't go. I generally stays at home Saturdays
and rests myself, and den eats as many fish as dem as goes fishin'.'

"Mr. Fox didn't know how dat could be, but he didn't say nothin', and
went on by heself to de pond, and cotched a nice string of fish, and den
started for home.

"Now Mr. Rabbit, as soon as he thought it was time for de fox to come
home, he ran down de path and stretched heself out like he was dead.

"Presently de fox come 'long wid his string of fish. He fa'rly jumped
when he seed de rabbit, and den he said: 'Well, if here ain't a nice fat
rabbit! I'll go home and put my fish down, and den come back and git
him, and to-morrow I'll have a big, fish fry and a rabbit stew for
dinner.'

"So Mr. Fox he went on down de path, and de rabbit he jumps up and runs
through de woods and gits ahead of him, and stretches heself out ag'in
like he was dead. When de fox come 'long and seed him, he give a bigger
jump dan before, and says: 'If here ain't another nice fat rabbit! I'm
'most home now, so I'll lay my string of fish down by dis rabbit, and go
back and git de other rabbit, and to-morrow I'll have a big fish fry and
_two_ rabbit stews.' Mr. Fox laid his fish down by de rabbit, and went
back to look for de other rabbit.

"As soon as he was gone, up jumped de rabbit, and took de fish, and ran
off as fast as he could go, and went up a hollow tree.

"Presently de fox come back, 'cause he couldn't find no dead rabbit whar
he left it, and--dar now! his fish was gone, and Mr. Rabbit was settin'
up in de hollow, eatin' fish, and throwin' de fish bones down to him
fast as he eat de fish.

"Den de rabbit hollered out, 'I say, Mr. Fox, didn't I tell you I stays
at home and rests myself, and den eats as many fish, _if not more_, dan
dem dat goes fishin'?'

"De fox was so mad he didn't know what to do wid heself. He danced
'round de tree, and barked at de rabbit, and said, 'I'll pay you for
dis, Mr. Rabbit!'

"'Pay me _now_, Mr. Fox.'

"Presently a buzzard came flyin' by, and de fox called him, and told him
how de rabbit had stole his fish.

"'Mr. Buzzard, will you stay here and nuss dis hollow till I go to de
house and get a chunk of fire to smoke de rabbit out?'

"Mr. Buzzard said, 'Yes'; so he come down and set close to de hollow to
nuss it till de fox come back.

"Time de fox was gone, de rabbit peeped out of de hollow, and said, 'Dat
you down dere, Mr. Buzzard?'

"And de buzzard said, 'Dis is me.'

"'Mr. Buzzard, dey tell me you is got gold eyes. Is dat so, Mr.
Buzzard?'

"'I s'pose so, Mr. Rabbit.'

"'Mr. Buzzard, I never seed any gold eyes in my life. Won't you jes' put
your eyes up to de hollow so I kin see 'em?'

"Den de buzzard he got up and put his eyes to de hollow, and de rabbit
throwed a whole lot of fish bones and trash in his eyes, and fill his
eyes _full_ of trash and fish bones. So de buzzard had to fly down to de
ground and set down wid his back to de tree to pick de trash and fish
bones out of his eyes. Den Mr. Rabbit he jumped down, and away he was
gone through de woods long 'fore de fox come back wid de fire.

"When Mr. Fox come wid his chunk of fire, he set to smokin' de hollow
right away. 'Is he up dere, Mr. Buzzard?'

"'He was up dere de last time I seed him,' said de buzzard; and he kept
pickin' de trash and de fish bones out of his eyes.

"De fox smoked and he smoked, but de rabbit didn't fall.

"'Is he up dere, Mr. Buzzard?'

"'He was up dere de last time I seed him;' and de buzzard kept pickin'
de fish bones and trash out of his eyes.

"Den de fox he smoked and he smoked, but de rabbit didn't fall, and--den
he run to de buzzard, and _scratched all de skin off his head_, and ever
since den all de buzzards been bald-headed.

"But de buzzard he didn't tell no lie; de last time he seed de rabbit he
was up dere, sure enough. He couldn't see after de rabbit throwed de
fish bones and trash in his eyes, and he wa'n't goin' to tell de fox dat
he was a fool like _he_ was. Now dat's all de story: you go to sleep
directly."

"Oh, please tell us some more! tell us some more!" cried the children,
as wide awake as ever.

"I never seed sich chillen! You never gits tired. Well, I will tell you
one little piece of po'try, and den if you is good, to-morrow night I'll
tell 'nother story 'bout de fox and de rabbit."

"Tell us the poetry, please do," cried all the children at once. "Don't
go before you tell us the poetry."

"Bless me! you won't give me time to draw my breff. I never seed sich
chillen. Now listen, and den don't say 'nother word to me dis night, for
I's gwine. I ain't gwine to fool here wid you all no longer. Here is de
po'try:

  "De squirrel he hopped from limb to limb,
  De ole har sot and look at him;
  De ole har say unto heself,
  "Dat squirrel don't mind he kill heself."

"Dar now, I's gwine. I ain't gwine to tell you no more nohow."




[Illustration: GULLIVER SAILING HIS YACHT FOR THE AMUSEMENT OF THE
COURT.]

GULLIVER AMONG THE BROBDINGNAGS.


Probably most of our readers are familiar with Dean Swift's tales of the
travels of Mr. Lemuel Gulliver, and will remember that among other
wonderful countries, he visited that of the Brobdingnags--a race of
giants eighty feet in height. Those who have read of his remarkable
adventures in this country will at once recognize the accompanying
picture as that of Gulliver sailing his yacht for the amusement of the
King of the Brobdingnags and his court. Gulliver is made to tell the
history of his yacht as follows:

"The Queen, who often used to hear me talk of sea-voyages, and took all
occasions to divert me when I was melancholy, asked me whether I
understood how to handle a sail or an oar, and whether a little exercise
of rowing might not be convenient for my health. I answered that I
understood both very well; for although my proper employment had been to
be surgeon or doctor to the ship, yet often, upon a pinch, I was forced
to work like a common mariner. But I could not see how this could be
done in their country, where the smallest wherry was equal to a
first-rate man-of-war among us, and such a boat as I could manage would
never live in any of their rivers. Her Majesty said, 'If I would
contrive a boat, her own joiner should make it, and she would provide a
place for me to sail in.' The fellow was an ingenious workman, and by my
instructions in ten days finished a pleasure-boat, with all its
tackling, able conveniently to hold eight Europeans. When it was
finished, the Queen was so delighted that she ran with it in her lap to
the King, who ordered it to be put in a cistern full of water, with me
in it, by the way of trial, where I could not manage my two sculls, or
little oars, for want of room. But the Queen had before contrived
another project. She ordered the joiner to make a wooden trough three
hundred feet long, fifty broad, and eight deep, which, being well
pitched to prevent leaking, was placed on the floor along the wall in an
outer room of the palace. It had a cock near the bottom to let out the
water when it began to grow stale, and two servants could easily fill it
in half an hour. Here I used often to row for my own diversion, as well
as that of the Queen and her ladies, who thought themselves well
entertained with my skill and agility. Sometimes I would put up my sail,
and then my business was only to steer, while the ladies gave me a gale
with their fans; and when they were weary, some of their pages would
blow my sail forward with their breath, while I showed my art by
steering starboard or larboard as I pleased."




[Illustration: THE YOUNG CONVALESCENT.]




POLYPOD'S CAT.

BY ROSE TERRY COOKE.


Her real name was Mary; but there never was such a family for nicknames
as the Dyers. Why they ever called pretty Nelly, the oldest girl,
"Norken," instead of her royal name Eleanor, nobody could tell; or sober
John, "Jinky," or Alice, the "big little girl," as Mary called her,
"Pob" and "Phoebus"; but they did, and there are a great many things
in this world one has to take as they are, without rhyme or reason. But
she always was called Polypod by all the family; and when a stranger
said, "_What_ is your little girl's name?" whoever he asked only said,
"Mary," and laughed.

Polypod was a dear little soul, as rosy and jolly and loving as a child
could be; but sometimes she wanted a playmate. Nelly taught her every
day, the school was so far off; and Jinky and Pob always took their
dinner when they went, and were too tired or too grown up to play with
Polypod when they came home at night; so she racked her brains for
amusement. The Dyers lived on a great farm, and back of the house was a
hill covered with woods. Polypod had a wild garden, as she called it,
under the edge of these woods, where she planted all the pretty wilding
flowers, adder's-tongue, squirrel-cups, Dutchman's-breeches,
spring-beauty, Quaker-ladies, wet-root, jack-in-the-pulpit, columbine,
blue and white violets--everything she could find, except trailing
arbutus, which she could not make grow at her pleasure any more than
other people can. Then she had a play-place in the big wood-shed for
rainy days; a house furnished with broken crockery and nutshells, and
inhabited by squash dollies and ladies made out of hollyhock petals. She
could stay here all summer whenever she was tired of her garden, or it
rained; but in winter was the hard time. She had her rag doll Miss
Rosalinda Squires, to be sure, but there was no place to play except in
the kitchen or the sitting-room, and Grandpa Dyer always sat by the
sitting-room stove asleep, or smoking his pipe, or trying to read the
newspaper; he did not like little girls; he was too old, and they made
such a noise. Then everybody else was in the kitchen, and mother kept it
so awfully clean! All Polypod could do was to go under the dinner table
with Rosalinda and play they were living in a cavern, or shut up in
jail; for when the leaf was down, and the brown cover on, they found it
naturally quite dark under that table.

"Oh dear!" she said, one day, "I do wish I had somefing or somebody to
p'ay with me."

Nelly came into the room just as she spoke, and heard her. It never had
occurred to anybody in that house that Polypod could be lonely before.
She was a little thing, and they all loved her, but they didn't stop to
think much about her. If she had warm clothes, plenty to eat, and a
dolly, why shouldn't she be satisfied?

"Why, child," said Nelly, "haven't you got the doll?"

"Yes, I've got her, an' she sits there an' sits there, Norken; she don't
go a 'peck, she don't talk a singal wingal mite, not the very leastest
word. I wish somefing would make her mad an' strike, she keeps so
still;" and Polypod heaved a deep sigh as she looked at Rosalinda with
melancholy disapproval.

"Mother," said Nelly next day, "can't Polypod have a kitten? The child
gets lonesome for something to run about and play with her."

Polypod's eyes sparkled under the table where she was just putting
Rosalinda to bed with the measles and scarlet fever--maladies she had
herself experienced, and knew how to treat.

"I don't know," answered mother, stopping on the door-sill to consider.
"She might for 't I know, but I'm afraid 'twould get into the
keepin'-room and plague grandpa. I guess 'tain't best to resk it; she
can play with Dolly;" so she shut the door behind her, and Nelly went
out into the shed.

"Danpa's real mean an' horrid," sobbed Polypod, making a very bad face
at the wall behind which he sat, the better to express her hurt
feelings. She did not know how tired old folks are, how their bones
ache, and their eyes get dim after they have lived and worked so long
and so hard; and poor grandpa could not remember how he felt when he was
a rosy naughty little boy himself. He did not think of much now but how
to keep warm and quiet, and not have anybody push against his chair, or
hit his lame foot that lay up on a carpet stool all the time. No wonder
he did not like kittens, they jump about so everywhere!

But before spring came grandpa died one day, and there was a funeral.
Nobody cried much: grandpa was too old to cry for; they all knew--all
the grown-up people--that he must be glad not to ache any more, and he
had been pretty cross, poor old man. The day of the funeral Polypod
noticed her mother putting some black ribbon on Nelly's felt hat, and
trying on to her own head a new black bonnet.

"What is you putting that ugly black bow on to Norken's bonnet for,
muvver?" she asked.

"It's mourning, Polypod; people wear black when their folks die."

"What for?" curtly inquired the child.

"Oh, well, I s'pose to show they feel bad."

"I don't feel bad one mite," said Polypod, thoughtfully. Her mother in
her busy hurry did not hear this comment, or Polypod would have been
reproved, no doubt. But nobody puts black on so small a child for the
loss of a grandfather, so Polypod made no more remarks.

The next week Nelly came into the sitting-room where the child had for
once established herself in a corner of the old chintz-covered sofa.

"Polypod," she called out, "what do you suppose I've got in my apron?"

Polypod did not stop to guess; she jumped down and peeped in at a
corner.

"Oh, Norken, a real live kitty! Oh! oh! oh! My vely own kitty?"

"Yes, you little goose," laughed Nelly; she could not comprehend what a
wonderful and delightful treasure the kitten was to her little sister.

Polypod was not lonely any more; she hugged her precious kitty with all
the tender passion of her warm little heart, she paddled out to the barn
in all weathers to get it new milk, she taught it all sorts of tricks,
it slept on her bed at nights, played hide-and-seek with her in the
day-time, knocked Rosalinda Squires down from her silent state every
time it found that neglected lady anywhere, and made things lively
generally in the Dyer house. Even Pob and Jinky, solemn as they were
with age and learning, could not help laughing at kit's tricks, and
father Dyer, tired, and wet, and hungry as he might be when he came in
from doing the chores, owned gruffly that, "That 'ere kitty's the
spryest of all the critters I ever _did_ see."

This was great praise from father, the most silent of men generally, and
so little given to expressing his feelings that Polypod could not
remember that he ever kissed her but once, and that was the day grandpa
died.

Great was his mistress's joy when kit caught his first mouse; she did
not like mice; but oh! how she cried and scolded when he fetched in a
young robin panting, quivering, bleeding, its beautiful eyes dark with
death. Polypod was almost ready not to love kit any more, but the tender
little heart soon forgave her darling on the wistful plea that he was
"only a kitty."

When Polypod's treasure was only a year old, one day he was missing;
nobody could find him. He had taken to sleeping in the shed under the
floor, and Jinky had made a bed there for him, to please his little
sister, by taking up a board of the floor, and putting down an armful of
hay and a bit of carpet. Kit liked this much; he had become a great
hunter, and he could range the woods on moonlit nights after squirrels
and winter birds, and then seek his retreat for a morning nap, going in
from the outside through a hole in the rough stone foundation of the
wood-shed. But he always came in for his breakfast; and to-day when
Polypod called, there was no answer. Bobbin, as she had named him, did
not come running to the step, his tail high in air, the end curved like
a fish-hook, his ears forward, and his yellow eyes shining; nor did he
come all day. It had snowed very hard the night before, and perhaps he
had gone into a neighbor's barn, they thought; when it cleared up he
would come trotting in as usual. But he did not. Day after day went by;
somebody asked the neighbors, to no purpose, if they had seen the cat;
somebody else trudged over to the lonely barn, two miles away, where
they stored the surplus hay, but Bobbin was not there. Polypod cried
till her eyes ached.

"Mercy me! don't take on so, child," said mother; "there's cats enough,
dear knows. Pa'll fetch ye another kitty the next time he goes to the
'ville."

"Muvver! I want _my_ kitty!" Polypod indignantly answered.

In about two weeks from Bobbin's disappearance a heavy rain and thaw set
in: drifts disappeared, the earth was brown again, and out from that
hole in the stones crept--who but Bobbin! thin as a shingle cat, eyes
big as saucers, feeble, staggering, rough: but Bobbin! Now Polypod
sobbed for joy; she would not let anybody touch him; she made him a
flannel bed, and fed him with a tea-spoon till his voice came back, and
he purred a faint song of gratitude. Polypod loved him now better than
ever; and as his loose skin filled out, and his beautiful dark gray
coat, dashed and striped with black, regained its gloss and depth, his
attachment to the child seemed to increase; he followed her everywhere,
into the woods after the first shy blossoms that laid off their gray
furs and smiled up at the sun, down into the swamp edge to pick cowslip
greens for dinner, into the lots for wild strawberries, and even up on
the ledge for red raspberries; if anybody wanted Polypod, they said,
"Where's the cat?" Mother looked on him with much favor now, for he not
only rid the house of mice and rats as well as ever Whittington's cat
could have done it, but he also caught all the little green or striped
snakes that lurked in and about the old garden, which mother "could not
a-bear!" It was very pretty to see him toss the coiling, squirming
creatures high up in air, and then watch them with his handsome head
cocked aside, and his paw held up ready for a pat as soon as they moved,
or another toss. He never ate them, which pleased Polypod, for she felt
as if she never could kiss him again after he had swallowed a snake.

It was in the late autumn that Bobbin most distinguished himself,
however. Polypod had been quite ill; a touch of fever, the doctor said.
She had been taken out of her tiny bedroom opening from mother's into
the spare chamber up stairs, and put into that big old-fashioned bed
that had a tester and white dimity curtains at the corners. One night
Nelly had given her her medicine, and set down the tallow candle on the
light stand, drawing the curtain to keep the light out of Polypod's
eyes, when she was called down stairs to see one of the neighbors.

Half an hour after, as she was talking very busily, Bobbin came running
into the room and began to walk round her, pull at her dress with his
paw, go to the door, come back, rub against her, look up at her with
great asking eyes, and at last mewed so impatiently that the neighbor
said, "What upon earth ails that cretur? Seems as though he wanted
suthin real bad."

"Oh! I guess he wants to get up into Polypod's room," said Nelly; "he
sets by her dreadfully; but I was real sure I left him on to the foot of
her bed, and I know I shet the door."

"Mebbe you'd better let him go up," suggested the visitor, who found
Bobbin's importunity rather distracting to a very important conversation
he wanted to begin.

So Nelly opened the door, and Bobbin rushed up the front stairs, and
began to mew loudly at the top.

"I did shut the door, certain sure," laughed Nelly, going up to open it,
and turning quite pale at the smell of fire, and then at the sight of
Polypod calmly asleep in the bed, though the end of one pillow and the
dimity curtain next the light stand were blazing and smoking away with a
good-will.

Polypod might have burned or smothered to death but that Nelly had left
the window over the shed roof open a little way when she went down, the
night was so unusually warm; and probably Bobbin, seeing something
wrong, had gone out here, jumped off the shed roof, and, making his way
into the front door, gone to the first person he found for help. Now
this is a true story, or I shouldn't dare to tell it. And thanks to
Bobbin, and the visitor, who came tearing up when Nelly screamed, "Oh,
George!" and pulled down the curtain very quickly, and stamped on it,
there was no great harm done; for Polly's dose of skull-cap tea kept her
quiet even when she awoke with the noise.

But nobody ever saw a cat so admired and well treated as Bobbin was
after that. Nothing in the Dyer house was too good for him; and when,
that same winter, he was chased by a dog of the tin peddler's, and fell
into the well, from which he was fished out next day dead and dripping,
Polypod's heart was broken. It was small comfort that Jinky dug a neat
little grave under the Bell pear-tree, and put up a shingle head-stone,
with the tender inscription:

  "Here lies Bobbin,
  Pretty as a robin,
  Smart as a whip.
  Why did he slip,
  Sad to tell,
  And get drowned in the well?"

This was all good, as far as it went, but Polypod cried harder and
harder. At last she went to mother.

"Muvver," she piteously sobbed, "ca-can't I have a b-black bonnet to
w-w-wear to meetin'?"

"Land alive, child! what under the canopy do you want a black bonnet
for?"

"Why, you s-said folks w-wore 'em when any-b-body they loved was d-dead,
to show they was s-sorry, and I'm aw-awful sorry 'bout Bobbin; more'n I
ever w-was before--ev-ever so much!"

Mother upset the churn, and spilled the buttermilk on the spot. It was a
hasty movement did it, but anything was better than to have dear little
Polypod see her smile. She compromised for a black bow on the child's
hood, on the ground that nobody in meeting was acquainted with Bobbin,
and if the bow was noticed it might be thought that some distant
relative of the family was dead. Polypod could only sob, "W-well, I
don't c-care so vely much. I fe-feel real b-black inside."

Dear Polypod! may she live to grow up in the faith that it is better and
truer than any depth of outward mourning to rend the heart, not the
garments--in her own quaint phrase, to "feel real black inside!"




THE WHIRLIGIG HOUSE.

BY CHARLES BARNARD.


They were a very young couple, and as soon as they were married they
tried to find a place where they could begin housekeeping. After looking
about for some time, they found a lovely house, sheltered from the north
and open to the south. It was a pleasant, airy spot, and quite sunny, so
they decided to move in at once. Everything went beautifully in the new
house until the third day, when, to their great alarm, they woke early
in the morning, and found the sun rising in the south. This was very
curious, for they had read in their school-books that "if you stand with
your face to the south, the sun will rise on your left hand, and set on
your right hand." Yet there was the sun rising as plain as could be in
front of the house, and they knew the house faced south. However, the
sun came up in the most natural manner in the world, went up to the
middle of the sky at noon, and went down among some beautiful clouds at
night in the north.

Next morning something still more wonderful happened: the young people
slept quite late, for the sun rose behind the house, and they did not
know it was morning until he was shining brightly.

"My dear," said the husband, "this is very singular. The sun rose in the
north, and I suppose it will set in the south."

So it did, for they both watched it go down in front of the house.

"Never mind," said the wife. "I dare say the sun knows the way, and I'm
very sleepy. I think I'll go to bed."

Then for a week the sun rose every day in the north, and set in the
south, as if it were quite the proper thing to do. Then came a still
more wonderful day: the sun rose in the north; but while the family were
at dinner in the front parlor, it gave a jump and went clear round to
the south, and set at night in the old-fashioned way.

"My love, I think the sun behaves in the most surprising manner. I hope
there is nothing wrong with it."

"Oh, I hope not, I'm sure," said she, "for father could not afford to
give us a mantel clock for a wedding present, and I have to depend on
the sun. It would be very distressing if it should get out of order."

The next morning the sun rose in the west, and before it had been an
hour high, it gave a big jump and ran round to the east, and then went
calmly in the old way, as if nothing had happened. The young people
were, of course, greatly surprised, and were much pleased to see it go
down in the west, just as it used to do before it fell into such bad
habits.

The next day the little wife went home to see her mother, and told the
family all about it. They said it was very strange, but they had not
noticed anything wrong with the sun. At night her father went home with
her, and when he came in sight of the house, he sat on the fence and
laughed so heartily that he nearly fell off. When he went home he told
all the folks about it, and they had a good laugh over the young people
who went to housekeeping in a _ventilator_.

[Illustration: THE YOUNG COUPLE AND THE WHIRLIGIG HOUSE.]




[Begun in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 66, February 1.]

PHIL'S FAIRIES.

BY MRS. W. J. HAYS,

AUTHOR OF "PRINCESS IDLEWAYS," ETC.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE FAIRY'S STORY CONCLUDED.


     The owl replied softly, telling her errand, praising the bravery of
     the frog, and evidently pleasing the kingfisher with the news of
     the death of his enemy the night-hawk.

      "I will go," he answered. "I do not pretend to be chivalric; I
      should prefer to sleep; nevertheless I will go. Rise, follow me. I
      expected to breakfast at home; now we will get some sea-food."

      "He is always thus," whispered the owl, as Arthur and she rose
      high in the air. "He is a wonderful naturalist, a student of
      ichthyology, has a vast and profound fund of knowledge, but a
      great gourmand, always considering what he will eat; but he is
      reliable; we may trust him."

      They sailed now high, now low, over ravines and gulfs, until the
      continuous murmur which had accompanied them deepened into the
      steady, solemn roar of the ocean. Great crags, broad sands, and
      huge waves tossing their white crests now met their eyes.

      The soft faint gray of early dawn lit the heavens. The kingfisher
      perched himself on the top of a rock, and watched the seething
      waves with a steady and keen outlook. The owl fluttered down to
      the long line of breakers, and bade Arthur notice the immense
      quantity of sea-weed fringing the rocks in all directions.

      "Now how to carry it back is the question," said Arthur, rather
      dolorously.

      "My friend, have no fear," said the owl. "Go to work bravely, and
      gather all you can, then we will arrange to transport it. Hasten,
      however, as much as you can."

      Arthur hopped about zealously. He was half deafened with the
      thunder of the waves, half blinded with the dashing spray, half
      drowned with the salt-water pouring from every cliff and cranny of
      the rocks. Still, he tore and clutched at the sea-weed, dragging
      it in masses larger than his own frog body to where the owl waited
      for him on the beach in a sort of grotto hollowed out by the
      waves. There they piled it until they both were assured they had
      the proper quantity. Then the owl flew to a promontory and hailed
      the kingfisher. Arthur, quite worn out, fell asleep. When he
      awoke, he found himself most strangely placed.

      [Illustration: MAKING THE STURGEON USEFUL.]

      So soundly had he slept that the owl and kingfisher, having
      completed their arrangements for the removal of the sea-weed, had
      removed Arthur also, and he woke to find himself on the back of an
      enormous sturgeon, with sea-weed under him, over him, and about
      him. Tightly about the sturgeon was bound an old rope, which the
      kingfisher had procured from the remains of a wreck on the rocks,
      and in which he had entangled the sturgeon; this rope the owl and
      kingfisher took turns in holding, keeping the sturgeon near the
      surface of the waves by its check upon his movements, which were
      very bold and rapid. Thus, by the double force of flying and
      swimming, Arthur was carried with immense speed into the quiet
      waters of a bay, from which they had emerged on arriving at the
      ocean.

      From the bay they sailed up into the river, and were coursing
      rapidly on to its narrower surface, when the sturgeon suddenly
      gave a great leap, very nearly throwing Arthur and his precious
      load off his back.

      The owl screamed, the kingfisher shouted hoarsely, but tightened
      his hold upon the rope, while the sturgeon dashed madly on.

      Again he made another frantic leap, whereupon the kingfisher gave
      him a thrust with his beak, to which the sturgeon replied:

      "The current is becoming too shallow; I can go no farther. I
      _must_ have air. How can you expect me to go up this trout stream?
      have you no mercy for such a beast of burden as you have made me?"

      "Forward again!" shouted the kingfisher, tightening the rope
      again.

      Arthur felt the sturgeon shiver, and was conscious that his
      movements were weaker. Another leap, and he burst the rope; but as
      he jumped, he tossed his load of sea-weed high in the air; it
      fell, and Arthur with it, on a rock.

      The owl gave a long, dismal cry, the kingfisher swept madly away
      after the sturgeon, and Arthur, bruised and sore, lay panting on
      the rock. For a long while he could do nothing. The owl went off
      in search of food, promising to return at night-fall. The day wore
      on. Arthur, weak with hunger, tried to devour some of the
      sea-weed. It was too bitter and salt. Leaning over the edge of the
      rock, he saw a shoal of tiny fishes playing hide-and-seek in the
      eddies of the stream. He clutched at one of them, and devoured it.
      Never had he tasted a sweeter morsel. He caught another, and
      another, until his hunger was fully appeased. Evening came again;
      the moon shone early; Arthur was awakened from a long nap by the
      hooting call of the owl, which said,

      "Here I am again, my distressed friend."

      At the same moment the kingfisher swooped down on them, and stood
      tilting and flapping his wings on a corner of the rock. "Now,"
      said he, "as I am a bird of my word, and have promised to help
      you, we will proceed to business. This sea-weed is dry, as you
      see, and very much lighter. You, Mrs. Owl, can easily carry it,
      while I will take your young friend Mr. Frog. Let us be off at
      once, you, madam, directing the flight."

      The kingfisher and Arthur then heaped the sea-weed upon the owl,
      and Arthur, clambering on the rather oily back of the kingfisher,
      was once again going over the tree-tops.

      Before morning they had reached the desired spot, the flat rock
      under the chestnut-tree, placed the sea-weed upon it, and, hardly
      waiting for thanks, the kingfisher left them.

      Arthur thanked the owl warmly, assuring her of his deep gratitude.
      To which the owl replied: "You have done me quite as good service,
      and my thanks are quite as due to you. I return to my empty nest a
      desolate mother, but never shall I forget your generous sympathy.
      Possibly I may find consolation, but should I ever raise another
      brood, it could never equal the beauty of my lost darlings. Alas!
      we feathered creatures have great trials: we toil diligently for
      our families, build nests at great cost of time and effort, often
      to see them swept away by the winds; or, our nests lasting, and
      unattacked by enemies, many a young bird is thrown to the earth by
      the violence of storms, and comes to an untimely end through
      starvation. Sympathy, therefore, we appreciate; it helps us to
      bear our sorrows with becoming fortitude. Never shall I forget
      your gallantry, my friend; the thought of it will cheer many a
      solitary hour when all the world is asleep. I bid you farewell."
      So saying, the owl flapped her wings, and was gone.

      Arthur hopped away from the chestnut-tree to the place where he
      had lost himself. It was early morning, but he was wearied, and
      slept in spite of all his anxiety. When he awoke he was no longer
      a frog, but a very hungry boy. The noonday sun was shining, and at
      his side hopped a little brown bird. It twittered gladly, as if
      congratulating him, but not one word could he understand. Before
      this adventure he would have probably frightened it away, but now
      he reached out his hand softly and stroked its feathers, then
      seeking berries, he placed them where the little creature could
      feast upon them. It peered at him with its bright little eyes, and
      even perched upon his shoulder. Never again did Arthur idly
      destroy any living creature of the woods--not the humblest weed or
      flower, bright-winged insect or speckled egg. Nor did he loiter
      again when sent upon errands. The elves thereafter left him in
      peace.

"Good-by, dear Phil; I am off now. This is my last story."

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"Where am I? Has the music stopped? Was it my wind harp--my poor little
wind harp?"

"Why, Phil, your wind harp is broken. Did you not know that it fell from
your window last night?" said Lisa, coming into the dining-room.

"No. I wonder if I shall ever see the wind fairy again?"

"Dreaming again, Phil?" said Lisa.

"You always think I dream, Lisa, whenever I speak of fairies."

"Do I, dear? Well, you must get ready now for Graham; he is coming to
take you out on the lake. Miss Schuyler will not be home to dinner, and
we three are to have ours on Eagle Island."

Phil went up stairs and gathered together the broken pieces of his wind
harp. He folded each piece up carefully in paper, and put them all away.
"No more fairy stories," he said to himself. "Well, I suppose I am
getting beyond them, and must put up with sober facts; but they are not
half so nice," he said, with a sigh--"not half so nice." Then he took
out his sketch-book and pencils, and prepared for work.

[TO BE CONTINUED.]




[Illustration]

AN ORPHLING.


MR. KULLCHAW. "Good gracious, children, you must not think of bringing
such a forlorn-looking cur as that in the house!"

FANNY. "Oh, but, Papa dear, when he is washed and mended, I think he'll
look real nice, and we can exhibit him at the Dog Show."




[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]


  NEW HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT.

     Last summer our big cat caught a rat. It was one of the largest
     rats I ever saw. The cat did not eat it, but left it on the lawn
     dead. The next day we noticed the rat did not look nearly as large,
     and upon going to it, we saw that it was half buried, and was being
     slowly pulled down by something. On looking closely, we discovered
     several large black beetles, spotted with yellow, working under the
     rat; and in thirty-six hours from the time it was left there, they
     buried it all out of sight except a little bit of its tail.

      Can any one tell me why the beetles did this?

  HALLIE A. S.

The beetles which buried the rat belonged to the family of carrion
beetles known as _Silphidæ_. They live in the ground, and have feet
fitted for digging. They eat all kinds of filth and dead animals, and on
this account are sometimes called scavengers. Those whose work relieved
your lawn of the dead rat belonged to the branch of the _Silphidæ_
family called burying or sexton beetles. The instinct of these bugs is
very remarkable. They scent a dead mouse or any small animal from afar,
and at once proceed to secure the prize. If the ground where it lies is
rocky, and too hard for their little feet to work in, an army of them
fasten on the body, and drag it to a softer place. Then they work
underneath, as you saw them do, until they sink their prey, and can
cover it away from the air and sun, which would soon dry it, and make it
unfit for their food. The sexton beetles lay their eggs in the little
dead body they have buried, so that when the tiny grubs are hatched,
their food is all ready for them. The common carrion beetles have strong
teeth, and can eat almost any animal substance, no matter if it is very
hard and dry, but the sexton beetles can only eat very soft things, and
their little grubs would die had not Nature, who cares for the least of
her children, endowed them with this wonderful instinct to provide
suitable food and protection for their young.

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  DOVER, NEW HAMPSHIRE.

     I have had my first volume of YOUNG PEOPLE bound, and it makes a
     very nice book. On page 496 of that volume is a picture of the
     Indians killing Major Waldron here in Dover. I live just across the
     river from where his house was, and I can see the place from my
     windows. We do not have any Indians here now, but I saw some once
     in a show, and they were savage-looking fellows.

  BURTON T. S.

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  RATON, NEW MEXICO.

     We live in the Raton Mountains. We call our home Glenwood. It is a
     beautiful place, especially in the summer. It is situated at the
     mouth of two cañons. We have a great many beautiful wild flowers
     and ferns here, and we press a great many for winter decoration.

      We have two pet calves. Their names are Rose and Graceful. They
      are very gentle. Rose always comes to the door to wait for her
      milk, and if she does not get enough, she will go around to
      another door, and wait until she gets more. We have only to take a
      pan in our hands, and she will trot after us all over the place.

      I think YOUNG PEOPLE is delightful, and it is very pleasant to
      think that from the Atlantic to the Pacific thousands of little
      readers are delighted with the same stories, and welcome the
      coming of this little paper with the same eagerness.

  ELLA G. R.

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  NEAR RICHMOND, VIRGINIA.

     About a week ago my papa came home in the evening and told us that
     a nice horse had fallen and broken her leg on the Reservoir Drive,
     and that the owner would have to shoot her. The next morning we saw
     the poor horse limping up the road on three legs, and the rain was
     pouring down. We all felt so very sorry, and papa had her brought
     into our stable and fed. When he looked at her leg, he thought it
     could be cured. He went to see the owner, who said papa might cure
     her if he cared to take the trouble. Papa has put her leg in
     splints, and bound it up with oakum and strong bandages, and it is
     doing nicely. It will have to be kept in splints for four weeks. I
     will write and tell YOUNG PEOPLE when our horse is well. We are
     going to call her Experiment. I am seven years old.

  BESSIE K. N.

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  ALBANY, NEW YORK.

     DEAR YOUNG PEOPLE,--I write to tell you about my home. It is
     situated on the Rensselaer and Saratoga Railroad, thirty miles from
     Saratoga; the name of it is Comstock's. It was founded by my
     great-grandfather in 1849.

      There used to be a great many Indians around here, and a number of
      arrow-heads have been found in a muck bed at the end of our
      meadow. A woman living on the mountain, about a mile from us,
      found an arrow-head firmly stuck in a piece of fire-wood which her
      husband had cut. Near by there is a cave dug in the solid rock,
      most likely the work of Indians. Near it there is a hole in the
      solid rock, about two feet deep and nine inches across, where they
      used to pound corn. Up a creek not far from our house a cannon
      full of gold coin (so tradition says) was sunk by Burgoyne's army
      when they went from Skenesboro' (now Whitehall) to Fort Edward,
      and almost every summer people come to drag for it. Once they
      hooked on to something very heavy, which, as they had but one
      horse, they could not pull up. Many people thought it was the
      cannon. There was a battle fought at Port Ann, four miles south of
      Comstock's, in the French and Indian war, and even now people
      sometimes find old coins there under the stones.

  GEORGE C. B.

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  GLEN HAVEN, WISCONSIN.

     I am a little girl eleven years old, and a subscriber to this
     delightful little paper ever since it was published. I do not know
     how I would get along without it. I have a little niece with blue
     eyes. She is seventeen months old. When she comes to our house, she
     says "Dood-day" to everybody. She always wants to see the pictures
     in YOUNG PEOPLE, but she is too little to read. This is my fourth
     letter to Our Post-office Box. All the others must have gone to the
     "waste-basket." I do hope this will not go there too.

  AMY L. O.

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  LISBON, IOWA.

     After teasing mamma a long time, she has consented to let me write
     again to Our Post-office Box. She thinks it may be a case of PXP=P
     (see YOUNG PEOPLE No. 73), for this is my third letter, and I
     haven't seen any in print yet. I am almost nine years old. I am
     very much interested in Toby Tyler. I hope he will get home all
     right, and that his uncle will give him all he can eat. I read
     YOUNG PEOPLE out loud to mamma and grandma. I have a little sister
     Georgie.


  PET W.

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  NEAR PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA.

     I wrote a long time ago to Our Post-office Box, but my letter
     wasn't printed; but mamma always says, "If at first you don't
     succeed, try, try again." If we lived in some distant place I could
     write a more interesting letter, although our hills are never
     without interest.

      Three of us children can read "Toby Tyler," and when we saw the
      picture of him running away with his monkey, we all gave a shout.
      We hope Mr. Otis will keep on writing about Toby Tyler until he
      gets to be a man, so we will know all about him. I am glad he got
      away, because he is not a bad boy; but he might grow up to be one
      if he staid with the circus.

  MARY P.

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     I will exchange some madrone berries, a piece of manzanita wood and
     bark, and a few sugar-pine nuts, for ocean curiosities.

      The manzanita is a shrub. It sometimes grows to the height of ten
      or twelve feet, but is generally about five feet high. It has
      small pink and white blossoms, and the berries, when ripe, are
      very sweet, like sugar. The bark is very thin, and is red. The
      wood is red when dry.

      The madrone is a tree. It has small white blossoms, and in the
      autumn it has bright red berries. It is an evergreen.

  ELVA C. WHEELER,
  Grant's Pass, Jackson Co., Oregon.

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     I am a little Dutch girl, and an orphan. I live with my
     grandmother, who is very kind to me. I am a cousin to the little
     Lockman girls, who wrote to YOUNG PEOPLE from Muskoka, and who lost
     their brother last winter. They are here on a visit. They were very
     glad to come, after living there in the backwoods so long.

      I am making a silk quilt, and I would like to exchange pieces with
      any of the little girls who take YOUNG PEOPLE.

  ANNIE SHUPE,
  Mohawk, Brant Co., Ontario, Canada.

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     We wish to tell the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE about a pet we have in
     our house, and they must guess what it is. Our pet is quite large.
     It has four legs, but it can not walk. It affords us a great deal
     of pleasure, and occupies a great deal of our time, although it
     sometimes gets badly out of order--so bad that we have to send for
     a man, who only attends to such patients as our pet, to come and
     put it right again.

      Please, Mr. Editor, don't tell any one, but our pet is our -i-n-.

      We will exchange a stone from Iowa, for one from any other State.

  IRIS AND MYRTLE BROCKWAY,
  Concord, Hancock Co., Iowa.

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     Some time ago I received a letter containing four stamps from a boy
     who wished gold ore in return. I have lost his address, and wish he
     would be so kind as to send it to me again.

  DWIGHT MARFIELD,
  Circleville, Pickaway Co., Ohio.

So many boys and girls are in trouble on account of losing addresses
that we would advise them to procure a small blank-book, and write down
names, addresses, and what has been sent by that particular
correspondent. This entry should be made as soon as the letter is
received. When it is answered, make a little mark against it with a blue
pencil, which will show you that it has been duly noticed. A little care
of this kind will save you a great deal of trouble, and assist you in
forming methodical habits, which will be of service to you when you are
men and women, and have more important business to attend to. Here is a
letter from another correspondent whose affairs are evidently in
confusion:

     All children who have written or sent boxes to me, and have
     received no answer, will please write again.

  DELLIE PORTER, Russellville, Logan Co., Ky.

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  MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE.

     I regret to say that sickness has caused me to delay answering many
     postals for the exchange of curiosities. I am now sending off what
     I have, and as I will go to Hot Springs again this summer, I will
     get what I can for my new friends.

  W. H. HOWLAND.

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     As my supply of amethyst is exhausted, I can not make any more
     exchanges. I have received a little box of stamps, which I will
     return if the sender will forward me his or her address.

  HARLOW C. CLARKE, Hastings, Minn.

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The following exchanges are offered by correspondents:

     Florida moss and Indiana postmarks, for foreign coins or Indian
     arrow-heads.

  CHARLIE BEEMER,
  P. O. Box 395, Muncie, Delaware Co., Ind.

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     Twenty-five postmarks, for three foreign stamps.

  FRANK F. BUTZON,
  Watseka, Iroquois Co., Ill.

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     Five postmarks for every foreign stamp, European excepted.

  H. D. BATES,
  Care of R. B. Bates, Racine, Wis.

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     An ounce of soil from Indiana, for the same from any other State.

  HARRY D. BAUGH,
  718 Walnut Street, Evansville, Ind.

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     Seven New England postmarks (no duplicates), for 2-1/2 p. claret
     and 4 p. blue Dominica stamps, of the issue of 1880.


  JOHN R. BLAKE,
  26 West Nineteenth Street, New York City.

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     Stamps from England, France, Greece, Denmark, and the Netherlands,
     for Russian, Chinese, Portuguese, Turkish, or South American
     stamps. Almanacs over one hundred years old, for ocean curiosities
     or rare stamps.

  JOHN L. BENITZ,
  Uniontown, Fayette Co., Penn.

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     Coins, boxwood, and shells, for coins and curiosities.

  HERBERT CARR,
  P. O. Box 1112, Brockton, Mass.

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     Pieces of Hell Gate rock blown up by General Newton's little girl,
     two years of age, shells from Fire Island, and postmarks, for
     Indian curiosities, specimens of wood, and minerals.

  MAUD M. CHAMBERS, Astoria, L. I., N. Y.

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     Minerals, for minerals, ocean curiosities, or Indian relics.

  JAMES D. KEYES,
  926 Ninth Street, Des Moines, Iowa.

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     Zinc or iron ore, some other minerals, or some South American
     postage stamps, for curiosities, especially from the ocean.

  R. B. KIPP,
  13 Grant Street, Newark, N. J.

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     Minerals, coins, stamps, postmarks, and curiosities.

  IRVIN P. KNIPE & BRO., P. O. Box 219,
  Morristown, Montgomery Co., Penn.

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     A collection of three hundred stamps from more than fifty different
     countries, for a good velocipede. Each stamp is on the centre of a
     white card.

  JOHN LAWRENCE,
  40 Washington Square, New York City.

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     A stone from New York State, for one from any other State except
     Ohio and Pennsylvania.

  C. N. LORD, Smithville, Jefferson County, N. Y.

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     Foreign stamps and coins, for United States Department and Central
     and South American stamps.

  JOHN W. LENNOX,
  275 Navy Street, Brooklyn, N. Y.

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     An old issue three-cent stamp for a common fifteen-cent. Eight
     United States stamps and two foreign, for seven War Department
     stamps.

  J. H. MONROE,
  P. O. Box 208, Guilford, New Haven Co., Conn.

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     Five postmarks, for one foreign stamp. Three postmarks, for one
     United States stamp, old issue. Two United States internal revenue
     stamps, for one foreign stamp. A one-cent War Department stamp, for
     any other official stamp.

  LUTHER AND FRANK MOHR,
  Mohrsville, Berks Co., Penn.

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     Crystals, and hot-house flower cuttings, for sea-shells.

  SCHELE DE VERE MCCONNELL,
  Center, Cherokee Co., Ala.

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     Four different postmarks, for one foreign stamp.

  SAMUEL K. SMITH,
  Mohrsville, Berks Co., Penn.

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     Four postmarks for each, foreign stamp. Only present issues
     desired.

  J. W. SIDDALL, JUN.,
  213 South Fifth Street, Philadelphia, Penn.

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     Postmarks, for stamps.

  G. R. SIDDALL,
  3958 Myrtle Street, Philadelphia, Penn.

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     Five foreign stamps, for one United States Department stamp. Fifty
     foreign stamps, for a two-dollar or five-dollar State Department.
     One hundred foreign stamps, for a ten-dollar or twenty-dollar State
     Department.

  CHARLIE E. STURGISS,
  Marietta, Ohio.

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     Butterflies.

  CHARLOTTE WOOD,
  Care of J. J. Wood & Co., Columbus, Ohio.

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     Zinc ore, for foreign postage stamps.

  MARY WHITE,
  132 East Forty-fifth Street, New York City.

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     One French or English stamp, for every ten common United States
     stamps.

  JULIE WICKHAM,
  338 Lexington Avenue, New York City.

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     A few War and Treasury Department stamps, for stamps from China,
     Spain, Egypt, and the Argentine Republic.

  WILLIE WALKER,
  1011 M Street, Northwest, Washington, D. C.

[_For other exchanges, see third page of cover._]

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ROBERT C. K.--Your specimen is a piece of bark of the white birch.

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EVELYN A. AND ELISABETH DE YONGE.--Your pretty wiggles had so very far
to travel--one all the way from Oregon, and the other across the sea
from Holland--that they arrived too late for insertion. A very graceful
lily introducing the wiggle, drawn by Theodora B, a little invalid girl
of ten years, was also too late in making its appearance.

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NEWTON C.--Directions for the care of rabbits have already been given in
YOUNG PEOPLE, in the Post-office Box of Nos. 25, 31, and 54.

       *       *       *       *       *

ALICE M. AND A. L. D.--Roller skates may be bought or ordered at any
hardware store, or at any place where common skates are sold. The price
varies according to the finish of the skate, but none of them are
expensive. They can only be used on a smooth surface like city
pavements, or a well-made floor.

       *       *       *       *       *

LISE B.--There is no prettier way of celebrating the festival of May-day
than the old-fashioned English custom of raising a May-pole covered with
wreaths of flowers and green sprays, and choosing a Queen for the day.
In ancient times every village in England observed the May-day pageant.
A sort of bower or arbor was built on the green where the May-pole was
raised, covered all over with flowers, and there the young girl who had
been chosen Queen sat in great state, a wreath of flowers for a crown,
and looked on while her subjects danced and played. It must have been
rather tiresome to sit there and do nothing but look on, while the
others were enjoying themselves with pleasant games, but it was thought
to be a great honor to be chosen Queen, even for a day, especially as it
was always the prettiest girl in the village who was selected.

As we have no Kings or Queens in this country, you might modify the
festival, and when your father takes you and the other little girls out
for your May-day picnic, you can leave out the Queen. Some of the boys
in your party can easily raise a May-pole in some green spot, and you
can decorate it with wreaths and flowers, just as the boys and girls of
England did in the olden time. It will be a very pretty sight, and you
can have your picnic spread around it on the soft grass.

A very pretty effect is sometimes made by tying stout cords to the top
of the pole before it is raised, and covering them with vines, wreaths,
and flowers. Afterward these cords are stretched out on all sides, and
securely fastened to pegs driven into the ground, thus forming a sort of
bower.

If you are fond of archery, you can imitate another old English May-day
custom by playing the game of Robin Hood. The game is too elaborate to
be followed exactly, but you can have bows and arrows and targets, and
by dividing into two parties you can have very pleasant sport in trying
your skill. In England the best archer represented Robin Hood, and the
second best Will Stukely, both renowned men in the old ballads for their
skill in the use of the bow. Then there was Friar Tuck and Maid Marian,
and other characters, about whom you have read in the Robin Hood
legends, who took part in the game; but it would take too much space to
describe them all here, and you can get along just as well without them.

All May-day sports of the olden time were celebrated out-of-doors, and
all had the same general character. Grown people as well as the young
joined in the merry-making, and the whole day was given up to rejoicing
that the reign of winter was over, and the season of soft airs and
beautiful flowers had come again.

       *       *       *       *       *

We have received a large number of puzzles on topics suited to the
Easter holiday, some of which were excellent, but they all, without
exception, arrived too late for insertion at the proper season. We
accordingly acknowledge them with thanks, and with regrets that we can
not print them.

       *       *       *       *       *

Z. G. S.--Your stamps of different colors are different issues, the rose
being that of 1868, and the blue of some years previous. If your
stamp-book is large, and allows spaces for these different issues, it is
interesting to keep both.

       *       *       *       *       *

E. M. W.--Try the recipe for mucilage given in the Post-office Box of
YOUNG PEOPLE No. 68. Spread it first on your stamp, and allow it to dry;
then wet it slightly, and paste the stamp in your book. The leaves
wrinkle because you use too much paste, and wet the paper more than is
necessary.

       *       *       *       *       *

MURRAY R. U.--Any change you desire will be made, but you must send your
old as well as your new address, and both must be very distinctly
written.

       *       *       *       *       *

JESSIE A.--Read the answer to Adele M. in the Post-office Box of
HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 36, Vol. I.

       *       *       *       *       *

ALICE C.--The little foreign girl you inquire about would, we are sure,
prefer leaves pressed and varnished, so as to preserve their color.

       *       *       *       *       *

E. B. A.--Many thanks for your favor, but as it is not new, we can not
print it.

       *       *       *       *       *

MAY AND JUNE.--1 and 2, French Republic; 3, German; 4, Sandwich Islands;
5, German (Bavarian). These stamps are all very common, and can be
bought in New York city for a few cents.

       *       *       *       *       *

NED NEMO.--The address of the editor of the little paper has been
changed, and we do not know the new one.

       *       *       *       *       *

BELLE AND CARRIE N.--There are so many dialogues and charades that it is
difficult to select for you. It would be good practice for you to follow
the example of Ida B. D., whose letter you will find in the Post-office
Box of No. 63; that is, choose some story you all like, and arrange your
own dialogue. If you have any brothers who could take part, a very
pretty play might be made of "Mildred's Bargain."

       *       *       *       *       *

A CONSTANT READER, TENNESSEE.--1. Music copied by hand pays letter
postage. 2. Interesting as a curiosity; we do not know its market value.
3. Yes, if genuine. 4. No.

       *       *       *       *       *

WILLIE F. C., ANNIE L. W., AND OTHERS.--You will find by referring to
_The Life and Career of Major John André_, by Winthrop Sargent
(published by Ticknor & Fields, Boston), that on page 312 it is stated
that on the day preceding André's capture "seven young men, including
Paulding, had agreed to waylay the road in quest of spoil, three of
whom--Isaac Van Wart, David Williams, and John Paulding--kept the
ambush, while four watched from a hill-top lest the light-horse should
come on them unawares." Then, if you turn to page 315, you will find
that when André prayed them to lead him to an American post, they set
forth toward their comrades on the hill, Paulding leading the horse on
which the captive was mounted. As the parties drew together, the guide
informed Yerks, the chief man of the remaining four, of their capture.

       *       *       *       *       *

Correct answers to puzzles have been received from Claude S. Burr,
Bessie Bolton, Maud M. Chambers, Clara E. Commons, J. I. Crane, R. O.
Chester, Alice C. Hammond, Charles W. Hanner, L. A. Jones, Howard B.
Lent, Beth D. L., "L. U. Stral," Percy McDermott, G. Massa, George M.
McClure, Bessie H. Moore, C. H. Nichols, "Pepper," Torrance Parker,
C. A. Q., Percy Ryan, Herbert M. Rogers, "Sir Finly," Gilbert P.
Salters. John and Alice S., "Starry Flag," John W. Stout, W. I. Trotter,
"Will a Mette."

       *       *       *       *       *

PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.

No. 1.

ENIGMA.

  First in meat, not in bone.
  Second in pebble, not in stone.
  Third in meal, not in corn.
  Fourth in stem, not in thorn.
  Fifth in girl, not in boy.
  Sixth in hoop, not in toy.
  Seventh in paper, not in book.
  Eighth in turn, not in crook.
  Ninth in youth, not in change.
  The whole a noted mountain range.

  EUGENE S.

       *       *       *       *       *

No. 2.

PYRAMID.

Across.--Fifty. A wager. Kindness. A sailor. Down.--One thousand. A note
in music. An obstruction. A boy's name. A weight. A note in music. A
letter.

  PEPPER.

       *       *       *       *       *

No. 3.

NUMERICAL CHARADES.

  1. I am a familiar proverb composed of 20 letters.
  My 16, 6, 8, 11 is a bird.
  My 1, 19, 6, 7, 20 is a man's name.
  My 2, 18, 4 is not old.
  My 9, 8, 5 is an unruly crowd.
  My 10, 17, 13, 3, 14 is refreshing.
  My 11, 1, 15, 14 is an insect.
  My 12 is a vowel.

  G. D. L.

  2. I am composed of 10 letters, and am an ancient British Prince who
      bravely opposed the Romans for nine years, but was at last defeated,
      and carried captive to Rome.
  My 1, 2, 3 is a vehicle.
  My 4 is a vowel.
  My 5, 7, 8, 6, 9, 10 is a plant.

  F. B. W.

  3. I am composed of 7 letters, and I once caused the death of a
      celebrated Greek.
  My 1, 2, 3 is to confine.
  My 4, 5, 6, 7 is to fasten.

  ANNIE B.

  4. I am a city in Europe composed of 10 letters.
  My 6, 2, 3 is a dance.
  My 1, 7, 10 is a tin vessel.
  My 6, 4, 5 is in every farm-yard.
  My 3, 9, 8 is often used by shoemakers.

  DAMON AND PYTHIAS.

       *       *       *       *       *

ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 75.

No. 1.

Across.--1. Nail. 2. Nest 3. Yawn. 4. Love. 5. Lone. 6. Ague. 7. Lane.
8. Sate. 9. Many. 10. Lord. Zigzags.--New England.

No. 2.

  O N T A R I O
  N O I S E S
  T I M I D
  A S I A
  R E D
  I S
  O

No. 3.

  Z U N I
  U R E S
  N E V A
  I S A R

No. 4.

  E ccentri C
  M  ement  O
  E ntertai N
  R hetori  C
  S  tucc   O
  O  sca    R
  N  aia    D

Emerson, Concord.

No. 5.

Panther.




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MIRTHFUL MAGIC.

BY G. B. BARTLETT.

MIND-READING.


This curious trick, like most good ones, is very simple in plan,
although some skill is required to perform it well. After a few learned
remarks on the occult science of mind-reading, the performer requests
each person in the room to write a word or short sentence on a slip of
paper, and to place it in a hat which stands on the table. He then takes
his seat behind the hat, and draws out one of the papers, and presses it
against his forehead, covering it from view with the fingers of each
hand, which touch each other. After anxious thought, he reads it, and
proceeds to draw and read aloud each slip in turn, laying each one on
the table behind the hat, until all have been taken out, when they are
handed together to the company for examination.

This trick, when well performed, causes the greatest surprise and
astonishment, and its manner of performance was for a long time kept
secret. It consists in inventing a word for the first slip, and glancing
at its true contents when laid on the table behind the hat. The words on
the first paper are read for the second, which is glanced at also, and
its contents read for the third, and so on until the last one has been
placed on the forehead, in removing which it is concealed in the hand
and dropped into a side pocket, or mixed with the rest, which are seldom
examined carefully enough to discover its absence or that of the
contents of the first slip.

This very easy and effective trick may be of use in showing the young
how easy it is for seeming impossibilities to be performed, and thus to
put them on their guard against being too easily deceived by the
evidence of their own senses, or trusting too much to the skill of
pretenders who promise to foretell future events, of which neither they
nor their hearers can have the least knowledge.




[Illustration]

IS HE ON THE STREET OR IN A SKATING RINK?

THAT IS WHAT THIS OLD GENTLEMAN WILL WANT TO KNOW IN ANOTHER SECOND.





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