 Section 1 of Harper's Young People, Volume 1, Issue 19, March 9, 1880. Across the Ocean, or a Boy's First Voyage. A True Story, by J. O. Davidson. Chapter 1. The First Night at Sea. PM Steamship, Arizona, sales this day at 4.30 p.m. for China and the East, via Suez Canal. Freight received until 4.00 p.m., hands wanted. I guess that's what I want, muttered a boy who was comparing the printed slip on his hand with the above notice, conspicuously displayed from the yard of a huge ocean steamer alongside one of the North River piers at New York. Not a very heroic figure, certainly, this young volunteer in the battle of life. Tired, seemingly, by the way in which he dragged his feet, cold evidently, for he shivered every now and then, well wrapped up as he was. Hungry, probably, for he had looked very wistfully around him as he passed through the busy, well-lighted market where many a merry group were laughing and joking over their purchase of the Morrow's Christmas dinner. But with all this there was something in his firm mouth and clear bright eye which showed that, as the Western farmer said, unseeing Washington's portrait, you wouldn't get that man to leave for he's ready. Picking up the bag and bundle which he had laid down for a moment, our hero entered the wharf house. Clear the way there. Look out ahead. Stand one side, will you? Now, sir, hurry up. Boat's just a-going. Ah, now, keep your umbrella on me, brothers, can't you? Sure, I'm not fed enough for the spit yet. I don't know, Bob, it's death by law to walk into the river without a license. Guess you want to keep farther off the edge of the beer. The boy's head seemed to reel with a sudden plunge into all this bustle and uproar, to which even that of the crowded streets outside was as nothing. Men were rushing hither and thither as if their lives depended on it, with tools, coils of rope, bundles of clothing, and trucks of belated freight. Dockmen, sailors, stevedores, porters, hackmen, outward bound passengers and visitors coming ashore again after taking leave of their friends, jostled each other, and all this seen under the fitful lamp light, with the great black waist of his shadowy river behind it, seemed like the whirl of a troubled dream. And farther he went the more did the confusion increase. Here stood a portly gray beard shouting and storming over the loss of his purse, which he presently found safe in his inner pocket. There a timid old lady in spectacles was vainly screaming after a burly porter who was carrying off her trunk in the wrong direction. An unlucky dog, trodden on in the press, was yelling, and an enormously fat man, having in his hurry jammed his carpet bag between two other men, even fatter than himself, was roaring to them to move aside while they in their turn were asking fiercely what he meant by pushing in where he wasn't wanted. Suddenly the clang of a bell pierced this babble of mingled noises, while a hoarse voice shouted, All aboard, it's going, landsman ashore! The boy sprang forward, flew across a gang plank just as it began to move, and leapt on deck with such energy as to run his head full butt into the chest of a passing sailor, nearly knocking him down. Now, then, where are you shoving to? growl the aggravated tar and gruff English accents. If you think your head was only made to ram into other folk's insides, it's my belief y'all to have been born a cannonball. But the lad had flown past, and darting through a hatchway reached the upper deck where a group of sailors were gathered round a cannon. On its breach an officer had spread paper, which a big good-natured connot-man was awkwardly endeavouring to sign. After several floundering attempts with his huge hairy right hand he suddenly shifted the pen to his left. Are you left-handed, my man? asked the officer. Faith my mother used to say I was whenever she give me anything to do, answered Patty with a grin. But this is my right hand, properly spanking. Only it's got on the left side by mistake. Towards my old Uncle Dan, rest his soul, taught me that trick. Dennis, my boy, you'd be always saying you should even learn to clip your fingernails with the left hand, for fear you'd some day lose the right. This bull drew a shout of laughter from all who heard it, and the officer turning his head to conceal a smile caught sight of our hero. Hello, another landsman. Boatswain, hold that gang-blank a moment or we'll be taking this youngster to see with us. That's just what I want, cried the boy vehemently. Will you take me, sir? Run away from home, of course, muttered the officer. That's what comes with reading Robinson Caruso. They all do it. Well, my lad, as I see, is it too late to put you ashore now? What do you want the ship as? Ever at sea before? No, sir, but I'll take any place you'd like to give me. Sign here, then. And down went the name of Frank Austin. Under the printed heading of Working Passenger, the officer went off with the paper, the sailors dispersed, and Frank was left alone. Gradually the countless lights of New York, Brooklyn, and Jersey City sank behind, as the vessel neared the great gulf of darkness beyond the narrows. Tompkins light, Fort Lafayette, Sandy Hook, slipped by one by one. The bar was crossed, the light ship passed, and now no sound broke the dreary silence but the rush of the steamer through the dark waters, with the Highland Lights watching her like two steadfast eyes. Of what was the lonely boy thinking as he stood on the threshold of his first voyage? Did he picture himself swimming through a hail of Dutch and English cannons shot with a dispatch that turned the battle? A round black head of a little cabin boy, who was one day to be admiral, sir, cloudlessly shoveled? Did he see a vast dreary ice field outspread beneath the cold blue arctic sky, and midway across it the huge ungainly figure of a polar bear, held at bay with the butt of an empty musket by a young middy whose name was Horatio Nelson? Was it the low sandy shores of Egypt that he saw, reddened by the flames of a huge three-decker, a board of which the boy, Cassie Bianca, stood on the burning deck once all but him had fled? Or were his visions of an English reefer being thrashed on his own ship by a young American prisoner, who was thereafter to write his name in history as Salamander Farragut? Far from it. Frank's thoughts were busy with the home he had left, and amid the cold and darkness its cozy fireside and bright circle of happy faces rose before him more distinctly than ever. Wonder if they've missed me yet? The boys will be going out the coasting hill presently to shout for me, and Sister Kate, dear little pet, should be wondering why her brother Frankie don't come back to finish her sled, as he promised. And what distress, though, I'll be in till they get my first letter. Oh, youngster, skulking already? Come out of that and go forward where you belong. I didn't mean to skulk, sir, said Frank, startled from his daydream by this rough salutation. What? Answering me back, are you? None of your slack. Go forward and get the work. Smart, now! Frank obeyed, wondering whether this could really be the pleasant officer of a few hours before. Down in the dark depths below him figures were flitting about under the dim lamplight, sorting cargo and setting things straight, as well as the rolling of the ship would let them. And our hero, wishing to be of some use, volunteered to help a grimy fireman in rolling up a hosepipe. He soon repented his zeal. The hard-casing bruise is on a custom hands terribly, and it really seemed as if the work would never end. It ended, however, too soon for him, for the pipe suddenly parted at the joint, and splash came a jet of ice-cold water and poor Frankie's face, drenching him from head to foot, and nearly knocking the breath out of his body. Mornin' shall I go, then? growled the ungrateful fireman coolly disappearing through a dark doorway, hosin' all, while Frank, wet and shivering, crawled away to the engine room. It's warmth and brightness tempted him to enter and sit down in a corner, but he was hardly settled there when a man in a glazed cap roughly ordered him out again. Off went the unlucky boy once more, with certain thoughts of his own as do the pleasures of a sea-life, which made Gulliver and Sinbad the sailor appear not quite so reliable as before. He dived into the tween-decks and sank down on a coil of rope, barely tired out. But in another moment he was stirred up again by a hearty shake in the gleam of a lantern in his eyes, while a horse, though not unkindly voiced, said, Come, lad, you're only in the way here. Go below and turn in. Frank could not help thinking that it was time to turn in, after being so often turned out. Down he went and found himself in a close, ill-lighted, stifling place, where hardly anything could be seen in a great deal too much smelled, lined with what seemed like monster chests of drawers with a man in each drawer, while others were swinging in their hammocks. He crept into one of the bare wooden bunks, drew the musty blanket over him, and, taking his bundle for a pillow, was asleep in a moment. Despite the loud snoring of some of his companions and the half-tipsy shouting and quarreling of the rest, to be continued. A Fairy Flight by Rose Terry Cook A fairy lived in a lily-bell. Ring, sing, Columbine! In frost she stole a wood-snail-shell, till soft the sun should shine. And springtime comes again, my dear. And springtime comes again, with rattling showers and wakened flowers, and rustling blades of grain. I know the lily-bell was sweet. Ring, swing, Columbine! But the snail-shell pinched her little feet, and suns were slow to shine. It's long till springtime comes, my dear, till springtime comes again. The year delays its smiling days, as snow-drifts heap the plain. The fairy caught a butterfly, swing, cling, Columbine, the last that dared to float and fly, when pale the sun did shine. For spring is slow to come, my dear, is slow to come again, and far away doth summer play beyond the roaring main. She mounted on her painted steed, ring, cling, Columbine, and well she served the fairy's need, and hot the sun did shine. The spring she followed fast, my dear, she followed it to main, where blossoms thronged the whole year long, she found the spring again. Oh fairy-sweet, come back once more, ring, swing, Columbine! When grass is green on hill and shore, and summer sunbeams shine, what if the spring is late, my dear, and comes with dropping rain? When roses blow and rivers flow, come back to us again. Animals that love music. Music affects animals differently. Some rejoice, and are evidently happy when listening to it, while others show unmistakable disliked to the sound. For some years my father lived in an old hall in the neighborhood of one of our large towns, and there I saw the influence of music upon many animals. There was a beautiful horse, but pride and delight of us all, and like many others, he disliked being caught. One very hot summer day I was sitting at work in the garden, when old Willie the Gardener appeared, streaming with perspiration. What is the matter, Willie? Matter enough, miss. There's that Robert, that uncanny beast. He won't be caught. All I can do is say I've given him corn and one of the best pears off the tree. But he's too deep for me. He snatched the pear, kicked up his heels, and off he is laughing at me at the bottom of the meadow. Well, Willie, what can I do? He won't let me catch him, you know. I miss, but if you will only just go in and begin to tune on the piano, Cook says he will come up the fence and hearken to you, for he is always a-doin' that, and maybe I can slip behind him and catch him. I went at once, not expecting my stratagem to succeed, but in a few minutes the saucy creature was standing quietly listening while I played Scott's Wahewee while as bled. The halter was soon round his neck, and he went away to be harnessed quite happy and contented. There was a great peculiarity about his taste for music. He never would stay to listen to a plaintive song. I soon observed this. If I played Scott's Wahewee, he would listen, well pleased. If I changed the measure and expression, playing the same air plaintively, he would toss his head and walk away as if to say, That is not my sort of music. Changing to something marshal, he would return and listen to me. In this respect he entirely differed from a beautiful cow we had. She had an awful temper. She would never go with the other cows at milking-time. She liked the cook, and when not too busy, cook would manage Miss Nancy. When the cook milked her, it was always close to the fence near the drawing-room. If I were playing, she would stand perfectly still, yielding her milk without any trouble, and would remain until I ceased. As long as I played plaintive music, the land of the leal, home sweet home, Robin Edair, any sweet tender air, she seemed entranced. I have tried her and changed to marshal music, whereupon she invariably walked away. In the Section 2 Section 3 of Harper's Young People Volume 1 Issue 19, March 9, 1880 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Larry Wilson Harper's Young People Volume 1 Issue 19, March 9, 1880 How Many Worlds Professor, as may, are there more worlds with people on them like this one of ours? That is a hard question, said he. For many ages it was believed that there could be only one. More recently, when astronomers learned by the aid of their telescopes the countless numbers of the heavenly bodies, it began to be doubted whether such an immense creation could be destitute of intelligent creatures like man. And it was argued that most likely the almighty had supplied the heavenly bodies with inhabitants, but had for some good reason thought best not to reveal the fact to us. Perhaps because our attention might be too much drawn away from the truths that he wished us particularly to remember. At last, however, men of science continuing their researches seemed to be settling back in the first opinion. Oh, why is that? asked Joe. Because they find reasons for thinking that our earth has had human beings on it only a very little while in comparison with its own existence. And if this world was millions of years without man, then of course any or all the heavenly bodies may still be without any such creature on them. Is there no better reason than that? asked Joe. Yes, there is considerable evidence that the bodies nearest to us cannot be inhabited by any creatures at all like man. On the moon, for instance, there is no air to breathe and no water to drink, and without air and water there can be no grass, trees or plants of any kind, and no food for any animal. And besides starving, all creatures that we know of would immediately freeze to death for the moon is excessively cold. The nights are about thirty times as long as hours, and allow each portion of its surface to get so cold that nothing can live. How did the moon get so cold? asked Joe. What became of the heat? It went off into the surrounding space, which is all very cold. Empty space does not get warmed by the sun, whose heat seems chiefly to lodge in solid bodies in dense fluids. But some of the planets are larger than the moon, are they not? asked Joe. Yes, Jupiter, for instance, is very much larger than the moon and the earth, and Professor Proctor tells us that it will take Jupiter millions of years to become as cool as the earth, while the moon was as cool as the earth millions of years ago. Here is a picture of the planet, but its surface is changing so constantly that it seldom appears the same on two nights in succession. Jupiter, at present, is wrapped in enormous volumes of thin cloud that rises up from a melted and boiling mass in the center. Professor Newcomb supposes that there is only a comparatively small core of liquid, the greater part of the planet being made up of seething vapor. So you see, it would be about as difficult to live on Jupiter as in a steam boiler, or a cauldron of molten land. Since last summer a great red spot has been noticed on the surface of the planet, which has attracted much attention. Some think it is an immense opening large enough for our earth to be dropped through. Are the other planets such dreadful places? asked Mary. Saturn seems to be in about the same condition as Jupiter. Mars is thought to be solid and to have land, water, and air. It has also two brilliant white spots on opposite sides, which are supposed to be vast fields of ice and snow. But the water seems to be disappearing, and the time when the planet could be inhabited is thought to be long gone by. Where does the water go? asked Joe. Probably it sinks into the cracks or fissures which form in the crust of the planet when it begins to shrivel up with the cold. Then it must be like a great frozen graveyard, said Mary. But is there no other planet that is pleasanter to think about? The one that seems on the hold to be most like ours is Venus. And so Professor Proctor calls it our sister planet. It is so close to the Sun that it is hidden most of the time, being only seen for a while before sunrise and at other times a while after sunset. In the one case it is called the morning and in the other the evening star. Also there is Mercury still near the Sun and hidden almost all the time. Then, said Mary, there seems to be no way of knowing anything about there being people like us in other worlds. And the more we look into it, the more uncertain we become. Ah, that is about the way the case stands, said the Professor. But if science continues to make as rapid progress as it has lately done, we may hope that it will yet throw more light on the question. How many planets are there, as show? Until quite recent times there were supposed to be only the five we have mentioned. Since the beginning of the present century about two hundred little planets called asteroids have been discovered between the orbits or paths of Mars and Jupiter. Then there are Uranus and Neptune, very far from the Sun and from us, so much so that the latter was mistaken for a fixed star. Professor, said May, you mentioned the moon is being near to us. Can you explain to us how its distance is measured so we can understand it? And then, Professor, said Jack, I would like to know what the Peralax means. There, said Gus, is another big word of Jack's, Pally-Lex, Nick-Nex, Gim-Crack, Slap-Jack's. Hush, you goose! I think, said the Professor, I can answer May's and Jack's questions both at once, as they are very closely connected. Suppose that at night when you look down the street you see two gas lamps, one much farther off than the other. Then, if you go across the street, the nearer lamp will seem to move in the opposite way from what you did. Thus in the diagram when you are at A, the nearer lamp is on the right of the other, and when you go over to B and look at it, it is on the left. This change in direction is called Peralax. Now we can imagine the nearer of the lights to be the moon, and that an observatory or tower with a telescope in it is located at A, from which the direction of the moon is carefully noted at six o'clock in the morning. Then by six in the evening the earth spinning round on its axis will have carried the observatory about eight thousand miles away from A, and placed it at say B. If the moon's direction be again noted, it is very easy to calculate her distance by a branch of mathematics called trigonometry, which Jack, I have no doubt, has already studied. A Four-Footed Messenger Just after the raising of the siege of Fort Stanwicks in the Mohawk Valley, the neighborhood continued to be infested with prowling eppans of Indians. Captain Greig and a companion were out shooting one day, and were just preparing to return to the fort when two shots were fired in quick succession, and Greig saw his comrade fall while he himself felt a wound in his side which so weakened him that he speedily fell. Two Indians at the same time sprang out of the bushes and rushed toward him. Greig saw that the only hope was to feign death, and succeeded in lying perfectly still while the Indians tore off his scalp. As soon as they had gone he endeavored to reach his companion, but had no sooner got to his feet than he fell again. A second effort succeeded no better, but the third time he managed to reach the spot where his comrade lay, only to find him lifeless. He rested his head upon the bloody body, and the position afforded him some relief. But the comfort of this position was destroyed by a small dog which had accompanied him on his expedition, manifesting his sympathy by whining, yelping, and leaping around his master. He endeavored to force him away, but his efforts were in vain until he exclaimed, If you wish so much to help me, go and call someone to my relief. To his surprise the animal immediately bounded off at his utmost speed. He made his way to where three men were fishing a mile from the scene of the tragedy, and as he came up to them began to whine and cry and endeavored by bounding into the woods again and again to induce them to follow him. These actions of the dog convinced the men that there was some unusual cause, and they resolved to follow him. They proceeded for some distance, but finding nothing in darkness setting in, they became alarmed and started to return. The dog now became almost frantic, and catching hold of their coats with his teeth strove to force them to follow him. The men were astonished at this and finally concluded to go with him a little further, and presently came to where Greg was lying still alive. They buried his companion, and carried the captain to the fort. Strange as it may seem, the wounds of Greg, severe as they were, healed in time, and he recovered his perfect health. End of Section 3 Section 4 of Harpers Young People Volume 1, Issue 19, March 9th, 1880. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Hope Force One. Harpers Young People, Volume 1, Issue 19, March 9th, 1880. Will Spelgen Night by Matthew White Jr. Just like so many sheep. This was Will Brooks' exclamation as he waited with his elder brother, Charlie, at the Norton Railroad Station in Paris. And truth to tell, the passengers were driven about and distributed somewhat after the manner of flocks. For, having purchased their tickets, they were obliged to pass along a corridor, opening into which were medium-sized waiting rooms, separated from one another only by low partitions, and labeled, so to speak, as first, second and third class. Here they were compelled to wait until five or ten minutes before the train was to leave, during which interval everybody endeavored to obtain the place nearest the door, so as to be sure of a choice of seats in the cars. Will and his brother had succeeded in getting pretty near the knob, where they were nearly suffocated with bad air and much bruised by the satchels and umbrellas of their fellow travelers. Now, Will, be ready, said Charlie, as a man was seen to approach with a key in his hand. All right, America to the front, returned his patriotic brother, and at the same moment the doors were flung open and in his nasal French tones, the guard sang out, with a rush as of the sudden breaking away of a long pent-up mountain stream, the crowd surged forth from their pens and ran frantically up and down the long platform, in search of the carriages, for which they were respectively booked. The first-class compartment which Will and his brother had selected was speedily occupied by the six others required to fill it, their companions consisting of a gentleman and his wife, an old lady and a little boy, and two young men, evidently all French. Everybody had gotten nicely settled, the luggage was arranged in the racks overhead and the train was just about to start, when a lady mounted to the doorway with a little girl in one hand and a bag, basket and an umbrella in the other. With a great volume of French, she endeavored to thrust the child into the compartment, but was forced to desist from the attempt in deference to the remonstrances of the majority of those who already occupied it. C'est complé, c'est complé, was the cry, and in the midst of the confusion the guard approached to close the door preparatory to starting. To him, the distressed lady appealed in behalf of her offspring, for whom, she declared, there was no room in any of the carriages and further stated that she herself was obliged to remain with her youngest, who was at present in charge of her next to the youngest in another car. The guard was finally obliged to settle matters by delaying the train and adding there to another carriage. The conversation incidental to the foregoing episode had been interpreted to Will by his brother, whose French had been polished up considerably during his three-week stay in Paris. He and Will were over for an autumn tour in Europe, and having done the British Isles and the capital of France, they were now on their way to Germany. Will had enjoyed his trip thus far immensely, even though he knew no modern language but his American English, and he now looked forward to seeing the wonders of the Fatherland with all the bright anticipations of 14. What's that for, I wonder? He suddenly exclaimed, catching sight of a small triangular piece of looking-glass set in the upholstery at the back of the front seat of the compartment. Read what it says underneath, Charlie, which the latter accordingly did, reporting that it was a device for calling the guard in cases of emergency. The way of doing so being to break the glass and pull a cord, which would be discovered in the recess thus exposed, which cord communicated with the engine. But if the glass be broken, the notice went on to state with the out-sufficient cause, a heavy fine would be imposed on the offender. But suppose I couldn't read French, as indeed I can't, surmised will, and were in here alone, that is, alone in company with the crazy man who was about to murder me. How could I ever imagine that by smashing that bit of glass I might stop the train, and so be rescued, besides? Nonsense interrupted his brother. Don't you see the directions are repeated, both in English and German underneath, and will looked and saw, and immediately turned his attention out of the window, leaving Charlie to produce his French newspaper in peace. There was, however, not much of interest to observe in the somewhat barren-looking country through which the railroad ran, and, voting France, Paris accepted, a very slow place indeed, will buried himself for the rest of the afternoon in a boy's book of travels. Nevertheless, the journey proved a very tedious one, and, after stopping for dinner at six, the two brothers endeavored to bridge over the remaining hours with sleep. Verveer, shouted out by the guard, was the sound that caused him both to awake with a start. The train had stopped, and all the passengers were preparing to descend as the French have it. Now will, said Charlie, sleepily, trying to read his guidebook by the light of the flickering lamp in the roof of the compartment. This is the Belgian custom house, but all trunks registered through to Cologne. As ours is, they allowed to pass unopened, but it seems that everybody is required to get out and offer their satchels to the officers for examination. But, as we've only one between us, there's no use in our both rousing up, so you just take this and follow the crowd. All right, responded Will, now thoroughly wide awake. Then I can say I've been in Belgium, and snatching the small handbag from the rack, he hurried off, leaving his brother to continue his nap. Wonder which room it is, surmised Will, for the platform was deserted and there were four waiting apartments opening out on it. It did not take him long, however, to discover the proper one for him to enter, and he was soon among the jostling crowd that surrounded the low counter, behind which were the customs officials who sometimes opened a bag and glanced over the contents, and then hastily marked on it with a piece of shock, but oftener simply shocked it without examining anything whatever, which later, harmless operation, was all to which Will's effects were subjected. Rejoiced at getting through so easily, he turned to hasten out to the cars again, but the door by which he had entered was now closed and guarded by a gendarm. From the gestures the latter made when he attempted to pass him, Will understood that he was to go out by another exit into an adjoining waiting room where he found most of the other passengers assembled in the true flock of sheep style, but while he was wondering where he might be driven to next, he saw, through the window, the train containing his brother, his ticket, and his power of speech, Whirl suddenly away into the darkness and disappeared. Hello here, let me out, cried Will, rushing up to the officer stationed at the door. I'm going to colonion those cars, don't you understand? But the man evidently did not understand, for he shook his head in a most stupid fashion, at the same time feeling for his sword, as so afraid, lesion-american, were going to brush past him with the energy characteristic of the nation. See, that it was now too late for him to catch the already vanished train, even if he should succeed in gaining the tracks, Will gave up the attempt and resigned himself to his fate. But why are not the other passengers in as great a state of anxiety as I am, he thought, as he looked around at his sleepy fellow travellers who had disposed themselves about the room in various attitudes of awareness and patience. Perhaps, though, they're not going to Cologne, very likely they're all bound for some place in Belgium here, on another road, and now what's to become of me, a green American, with no French at my tongue's end, but we, and pas de levaux, got a sign of a ticket, and with but six pranks in my purse. Oh, Charlie, why did you send me out with this bag? And Will paced nervously up and down the waiting room, trying to think of a way out of his predicament. Suddenly a happy idea struck him. I'll go out by the door that opens into the town, and walk along till I come to the end of the station building, and then perhaps I can make my way around to the inside, and so see if the train really has gone off for good. Very likely it was only switched off and will soon back down again. Putting this plan into execution, Will was soon out in the streets of the queer Belgian city. Wandering along in the darkness, striving to find the end of the depot, and then of a high board fence, which later seemed to be interminable. At length, however, he reached an open space and was about to leap across a telegraphic arrangement that ran beside the tracks, when one of the inevitable gendarmes sprang up from somewhere behind and gave Will to understand that he was not allowed to put himself in the way of being killed by an engine. Poor boy, he was now completely bewildered and wished with all his might that he had studied French instead of Latin, as it was he screamed out Coloni, Coloni, with an energy born of desperation, and the officer faintly comprehending his meaning. At last muttered a quick reply in his unknown tongue and hurried Will off back to the depot with an alacrity that caused our young American to have some fears he might be taking him to quite another sort of station house, but notwithstanding their haste. When they entered the waiting room it was empty and the flashing of a red lamp on the rear car of a departing train told whether its former occupants had gone. And now Will understood it all. The passengers had been locked up while some switching was done, simply to prevent them from becoming confused. What a blockhead I was, he thought, quite angry with himself. If I just stayed quietly where I was put and not gone racing off with the idea that I knew more about the railroads than the Belgians themselves, I'd never have gotten myself into such a scrape. And now what am I to do? I suppose Charlie still fast asleep in the cars, being carried further and further away from me, and here am I, left at nine o'clock at night in an entirely foreign country, without a ticket, and for the matter of that, without a tongue in my head. Why didn't some of the other passengers explain matters to me and but pshh, what good would it have done if they had? I couldn't have understood a word. All this time, the gendarme had been talking with the ticket agent and pointing to Will as though the latter had been a stray dog, not capable of saying anything in his own behalf. What should he do? Where should he go? And how could he manage to pass away the time that might elapse till his brother should miss him and return in search of him? And now the officer came up and began to question him, speaking very slowly and in an extremely loud tone, notwithstanding, poor Will could only understand a word here and there, and at length, in despair, he determined to try a new plan. Taking out his purse, he showed the money therein to the gendarme, at the same time exclaiming, hotel, hotel, and pointing to himself. The officer evidently comprehended this pantomime, for, with a nod to the ticket agent who had all the while been greening through his little wicket, he motioned for Will to follow him out into the street. The hotel de chemin de fer, railroad hotel, was closed at hand and having in a few rapid sentences explained the situation to the landlord, the gendarme left Will to his own resources. The latter thought for a moment that he had stepped into pandemonium itself, for opening on the right into the main hall of the hotel, was a large apartment decorated with a sort of stage scenery, to represent trees and lakes, the room itself being filled with little tables, around which were seated men, smoking and drinking beer, while a thin-toned brass band discourseed popular music from a gallery overhead. Will stared at this strange sight with all his eyes and then suddenly became conscious at one and the same moment that he was hungry and being talked at by the proprietor, encouraged by his former success with one word speeches, Will simply said, coffee, and then sat down at one of the little tables, where he was speedily served with a generous cup of the invigorating beverage, together with a plentiful supply of bread and butter. What a queer adventure thought the youth, his spirits much improved by the warm draughts of coffee, to say nothing of the lights and music. But now how shall I ever be able to make the man understand that I want to stay here all night? Shall is sure to come back for me in the morning? Oh, I have it. I will register my name on a piece of paper handed to the landlord and exhibit my purse again, which planned succeeded admirably and William C. Brooks, New York, America, was immediately shown to a good-sized room on the second floor where he lost no time in retiring to rest after his eventful evening. His sleep, however, was not undisturbed for all night long he imagined himself to be an American locomotive, towing an English steamer across the Atlantic and crashing into several icebergs on the way. The next morning Will opened his eyes in a flood of sunshine and at first could not recollect where he was, but the whistling of an engine nearby soon recalled to him his situation, causing him at the same time to hurry with his dressing that he might hasten over to the station for news of his brother. He did not have to go as far as that, however. For as he was going downstairs he ran against Charlie coming up and Will had never been so glad to see anybody or anything since the time when he used to open his eyes on Christmas mornings to behold the well-filled stocking hanging from the mantelpiece. Over the breakfast which the brothers ate together in the theatrical dining room the elder explained how he had not missed Will till the train had left Verbier a good distance behind and then when I awoke from my nap continued Charlie you can imagine the fright I was in when I found the cars going and you gone we had just passed Alla Chapelle when I made a dreadful discovery or I might have driven back here from there with a carriage for it is only twenty miles off but as it was I could do nothing but fret till we arrived at Cologne from which city I at once telegraphed to the station master here and a certain that you were safe and sound and fast asleep in bed but why didn't they wake me up and let me know that you knew that broke in Will but choked the remainder of his speech with a swallow of coffee and a slice of bread from a sudden remembrance of the crashing of icebergs which might have been knocks on the door he had heard in his sleep the whole thing was my fault though summed up Charlie as having settled with the smiling landlord they walked over to the station I should not have let you go off alone in a new country but then he could not help adding you should not have left the rest of the flock when you were shot up in the pen I never will again said Will as they took their places in the train for Cologne I'll be in future the meekest lamp they ever draw but anyway he continued as the cars rode slowly away from the depot I can say I have been in Belgium even though it was only by mistake and so have experienced not an Arabian but a Belgian knight end of section 4 recording by Hope Force 1 section 5 of Harper's Young People volume 1 issue 19 March 9th, 1880 this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Harper's Young People volume 1 issue 19 March 9th, 1880 Hattie by Mrs. W. J. Hayes they were all in the sitting room Matilda Anne was trimming a bonnet to wear to the concert which was to take place that very evening in the town hall and the roses did look so pretty that Hattie wished she was grown up enough to have someone come for her in a brand new buggy and take her to a concert but where was the use of wishing everyone told her she must not be too childish and then everyone said she mustn't take herself a young woman and want long gowns and trains big braids and puffs that there was time enough yet she wondered what time enough meant it seemed to her as if it must be the time of freedom and certainly that was a long way off Jen was sewing strips of woolen cloth together for the big balls that were to make carpet and their mother was darning stockings and they were all talking about the school teacher who had lately come to the little brown house next to the district school Jane said she was hitty-titty mother said she didn't like to see so many fur pillows and Matilda Anne criticized her manner of wearing her hair so Hattie ventured to say I don't think it matters much what she wears or how she looks if she can teach the children Yes said the mother it does matter for children need a good example Of course she ought to be neat said Hattie Yes and simple and not be sticky on jewelry every day For that matter Aunt Maria says people in the city wear diamonds when they go to market that does not make it any more sensible fools are to be found everywhere but mother Miss Martin isn't a fool she is very nice I think you would like her Perhaps so said the mother somewhat doubtfully adding she had on a flounder skirt the last time I saw her takes a great deal of time to do them up nicely only rich folk ought to wear them Suppose someone gave her her fine clothes said Hattie Not very likely but that would make it a little better Hattie went out to take a swing under the elm tree wondering why big people couldn't find something better to talk about than what other people wore Then Jane spoke up Hattie always hates to hear others spoken of when they can't take their own part She's a good little thing anyhow said Matilda Anne who was standing before the looking glass and high good humor with the new bonadon and turning her head from side to side so that she could better survey the trimmings Well said Mrs. Hall you've stood there long enough Matilda Anne I never did see such an amazing amount of vanity as there is nowadays Oh mother I dare say you were just as silly when you were young said Jane No said the mother severely I never was given to finaries my heart was set on higher things I don't see then how father ever got the chance to do any courting Jane said Miss Hall Jebediah Hall would never have married me if I had been like the girls of the present day who scorned a churn and to wash and to do housework of any sort He respected a woman who could make her family comfortable But the courting did he ever talk nonsense mother? The courting was over in short meter I can tell you Nonsense no there was no nonsense about him Well well it's a long time ago She arose and went into the kitchen The table was set for tea and the biscuits were ready for the oven She went to the cellar to skim the cream and found a large bowl of custard had been left over from the dinner There was more than would be eaten on their own table What would she do with it? Pretty soon Hedy heard her mother calling her Hedy Hedy She ran in quickly from the garden How would you like to take some of this custard to Miss Martin? Splendid said Hedy But mother she said hesitating I thought she didn't like her But sure child I didn't say so I said I didn't approve of too much stress Get your hat in a tin pail Here and she poured out the custard Now go and mind you come home in time for tea It was a level road and the afternoon a pleasant one late in the fall Hedy could not chase the squirrels for fear of upsetting her pail Neither could she pick berries for they were all gone and so she trudged on silently wishing she were as old as Matilda Anne so that she might go to the concert As she passed a lot which was covered with stubble a boy appeared leaning over the fence He was a big fellow and the son of an old neighbor and Hedy liked him but there were people who said he was mischievous and told tales on him which perhaps made him somewhat shy He nodded pleasantly enough to her however and asked her where she was going Down to Miss Martins was Hedy's reply I say Hedy said Jim Do you think Miss Martin thought it was me who tried to frighten her the other night? No, said Hedy Well I was afraid she did Give a dog a bad name you know and he never gets rid of it But Jim you don't mean to speak of yourself that way said Hedy Yes I do People believe anything in me and I have to time get the credit to doing things that never came into my head I only heard a little about Miss Martins fright Someone chased her I believe Yes Sam Tompkins may believe he was a tramp and scared her most out of her wits He ought to have been shot I licked him when I heard he had tried to make out it was me who did it and I'll lick him again too Oh don't Jim you'd better forget all about it Indeed I won't I mean to make him repent it See here Hedy I've got some tickets for the concert Don't you want to go? Don't I said Hedy I guess I do but I can't you know Why not? Oh I'm not big enough yet said Hedy blushing Now I'll tell you what I'll do If you will ask Miss Martin to go I'll take you both For you see I want to be sure that she doesn't hold any ill will against me and if she goes all the people here about will know that I was not I mean sneaking coward who tried to frighten her All right said Hedy I understand I will go on now as fast as I can and coax Miss Martin to go Let me know what she says when you come back and I'll get the horse hitch Her father said he'd let me have the wagon I will said Hedy already hastening on her way The teacher was sitting in rather a lonely and dejected mood at her window as Hedy's bright face appeared before her She was a young girl with soft brown eyes and a patient expression It was her first experience at district school teaching and she found it laborious Hedy soon told her errand and in her eagerness all mixed up the concert and the custard and Matilda Ann's new bonnet that Miss Martin was bewildered but after a while made out what it all meant So James Stokes wants me to go to the concert Yes ma'am and me too Have you permission? I'll get it Miss Martin I'm sure mother will say yes and I shan't tell anyone but her I want to surprise Matilda Ann and I will get ready and come here so that Jim Stokes needn't go to our house Please thank your mother kindly Hedy for the custard it is so nice and tell James I shall be happy to go I knew you was not the one who frightened me Away Hedy flew as fast as possible to arrange the matter at home Mrs. Hall could not say no Hedy soon exchanged her everyday clothes for her best gown in ribbons The town hall was crowded and Hedy heard someone in a pink bonnet say why there's our Hedy how did the child get here then she turned her smiling face upon Matilda Ann in triumph When the concert was half over and the singers were taking a rest a very grand person came to Miss Martin and said how do you do my dear Amy I'm so glad to see you and who is this little friend with you Then the teacher spoke very kindly of Hedy as one of her best pupils and Jim was also introduced and the grand looking ladies said some very pleasant things to them Who is that whispered Hedy It is my aunt replied Miss Martin the one who gives me so many pretty things She would like me to live with her but I prefer to maintain myself I could never dress half so tastefully if she did not give me such nice clothes Oh said Hedy Much pleased to hear this confirmation of her own charitable supposition May I tell mother about it she asked Certainly said Miss Martin I wish you would for I don't want to be thought extravagant From that time Miss Martin had no stauncher friends than Jim and Hedy and one day Jim's big brother led her up the aisle of the village church as a bride There were two young people behind her in white gloves and ribbons who looked almost as bright and happy as the chief actors of the day End of Section 5 Section 6 of Harper's Young People Volume 1, Issue 19, March 9th, 1880 This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Harper's Young People Volume 1, Issue 19, March 9th, 1880 A Little Girl's Impressions of Madeira by Katie C. York It was a beautiful clear day in October when I had my first view of Madeira The high blue mountains the green shores and the white city of Vunchal gleaming in the distance looked very lovely to us as we approached the island About noon, we anchored at a little distance from the city and swarms of rowboats came around the ship Some of them were full of half-naked brown boys and if we threw a piece of money into the beautiful blue water they would dive down and catch it before it reached the bottom Some of the other boats were full of men who came on board bringing fans, canary birds, parrots feather flowers, basket work filigree jewelry and many other things to sell We and some of the passengers got into a rowboat after a good deal of trouble because there is always a heavy swell there So one minute the boat was very high up and the next very low down When we had managed to get in we rode to the city There were great waves stashing up on the shore and four or five bare-legged men rushed into the water and drew the boat on land What was our surprise to see waiting for us instead of a horse in carriage a great sleigh drawn by bullocks This is called a bullock car in English and a carrow in Portuguese We got into one of them with a great deal of laughter and drove to the hotel The driver walked by the side of the carrow and threw the end of a greasy rag first under one runner and then under the other to make it run more easily When we arrived at the hotel we found it was a great white building with a lovely garden which contained mango, guava, banana custard apple and many other trees Among them was what was called the moon tree It was covered with great white bell-like flowers and was very beautiful There were a great many gorgeous flowers and curious plants that we do not have in this country They were surrounded by a wall 8 feet high and there were some fish geraniums which reached the top of it There was a little arch covered with the night blooming serious and that evening when the buds had opened we went out to see them in the moonlight There were beautiful white blossoms as large as your head and had a faint perfume Next day we took a hammock ride about the town and surrounding country The hammock was fitted out with a mattress pillows and canopy and slung on a long pole carried by two men We reclined lazily against the pillows and enjoyed the ride very much The men, when they went uphill carried us feet downwards but once they forgot and carried us feet upward and as the hill was very steep we felt as if we were standing on our heads The houses of Funchal are low and covered with white stucco which looks very neat but those of the poor have only one window without any glass and are very dark and dismal inside The streets are narrow and some of them very steep We often passed gardens surrounded by high walls over which hung lovely flowering vines Out in the country there were lantanas geraniums which seemed to be growing wild and great cactus plants everywhere Pencil drawing, number one This beautiful and graceful art may be acquired by every girl and boy in the land who will take the necessary steps and they are pleasant steps A pretty drawing book a nicely cut number two Faber's drawing pencil a piece of black India rubber some pieces of tissue paper to cover the drawings unless the drawing book is furnished with tissue paper These are the implements required In this pencil drawing which I now recommend there are no lines straight and slanting repeated to utter weariness This is an object drawing and drawing from nature also and the objects are inexhaustible being the leaves which nature gives to every plant and tree Drawings of leaves are beautiful when well done The writer knew a young girl of 12 or 13 years who began with drawing simple easy leaves and went on to more difficult ones season after season Her drawing books were charming and not this alone for she acquired a fund of pleasant knowledge which loses none of its delight as time goes on She began with the leaves which her mother cultivated As the spring came on she sought the wild leaves in the wood No one who has not tried it can judge that the interest felt in the beauty a wonderful variety in the growth and shapes of leaves They seem endless and when to these are added the leaves of forest trees the enchanting maples, beaches birches and hosts of others it may be imagined that young fingers may find ample employment in portraying these to say nothing of the wild flowers which come on in the New England woods The early anemones Hepatia Blood root and all the flower we train as the season advances This young girl learned to draw with great accuracy and to this day for it is years since she began her ready pencil can sketch with ease and skill the beginning of which was the effort to draw a leaf of Smilax I have a few simple outlines of leaves ready but will reserve them for another time End of Section 6 Recording by Aaron Stone Recording are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibreVox.org Harper's Young People Volume 1 Issue 19, March 9, 1880 Begun in Number 17 of Harper's Young People February 24 Bideo Dolan by Mrs. Zadel B. Gustafson Chapter 3 Anyone who had seen Bideo Dolan in the old hard days when she was dirty and ragged and wretched and brood and lived in the street and slept in a cellar would hardly have known her if he had seen her three weeks after she came to live with the Kennedys Bidey was not pretty but she had a clear skin now the dirt was washed off and bright, earnest eyes now too she wore neat, pretty clothing her hair was nicely brushed and tied with fresh ribbons she had a small pleasant room for all herself and her doll and Miss Kennedy had taught her how to keep it in order Bidey had given a great deal of trouble to this gentle lady at first because Bidey had many unpleasant habits she used bad words she did not seem to think at any harm to tell lies she was not at all neat she was sometimes willful and disobedient she was often careless broke dishes tore her clothes and put things out of order these things were much greater trouble to Miss Kennedy than Bidey knew Miss Kennedy was so good and kind and true that Bidey's faults grieved her much and carelessness and disorder were like pain to her she was herself so neat and pure like a fine white pearl but Miss Kennedy never forgot what poor Bidey's life had been and Bidey was so affectionate and grateful and tried so hard that Miss Kennedy grew to love her dearly and little by little Bidey conquered her old bad habits she did not see much of Mr. Kennedy who was very busy and was away a great deal when she did see him he had always a kind word that doesn't smile for her which made Bidey feel as if he took care of her Charlie had brought her the doll as Bidey said he would but she could not make him come within a block of the house and when he saw Bidey so fresh and clean in her pretty new garments he had blushed and run away almost without speaking she did not see much of him she met him sometimes when she was out on an errand the last time she had seen him he had looked very much pleased but she had not been able to get him to speak to her she thought him more bashful than ever Bidey did not forget Charlie or ceased to wish he might have a nice home in the same house with her but she was kept so busy with her easy but constant duties in waiting upon Miss Kennedy who was also teaching her to read that time flew very fast with Bidey it was mid-summer when one day she went out on an errand and... did not come back Miss Kennedy waited and wondered and when it began to grow dark and Bidey had not come back she grew really alarmed one of the servants had been sent out twice to look for Bidey but in vain at last just as Miss Kennedy was about to send for him Mr. Kennedy came in and guided her in the very best way by starting out to search for Bidey himself he had knock on more than twenty steps before a boy who had watched him come out stopped him and to his great surprise gave him a message from Bidey Mr. Kennedy ran back and spoke with his sister and then went quickly away with the boy who had brought Bidey's message now this is what had happened after Bidey had done her errand she thought about Charlie and felt a great wish to see him she was prettily dressed and it came into her head that it would be a grand thing if she could walk by Mrs. Brown's stand and see if the old woman would know her for a long time after she ran away from Mrs. Brown Bidey had been afraid to go near her old home for fear Mrs. Brown might claim her and perhaps in some way be able to hide her from her new friends but she had lost most of this fear and now thought it would be great fun to step up to the stand and buy something and see what the old woman would say the old days when she and Charlie used to be so much together came into Bidey's mind as she walked along swinging her parasol she remembered a great many little things about him and his quiet kindnesses to her which she had hardly noticed at the time and she thought with new pleasure of Mr. Kennedy's words to her in the morning he had passed her in the hall as he was going out and had laid his hand on her head and said I think she'll be able to do something for Charlie very soon would you like that Bidey? and Bidey as usual when her heart was very full had not said a word I'll tell Charlie she thought to herself at last when there was only time to walk before reaching Mrs. Brown's stall and Bidey was just beginning to think about what she would say to the old woman she noticed an unusual stir down the street people old and young were darting about running around and forward yelling at the tops of their voices and there was another low hoarse sound Bidey could not make out nearest were some children running in her direction and screaming Bidey stopped near a pile of boxes she was full of wonder and fear one of the children was Charlie he saw Bidey at the same moment she saw him and it seemed as if he flew he came toward her so fast as he came up with her he grasped her arms turned her around and pushed her toward the boxes with one quick movement I'll wait here Bidey quick oh quick he called to her his white face and his piercing cry he saw him without a thought of asking why she clutched at the boxes and scrambled up and Charlie helped her by his hands and shoulders the boxes did not stand even and they tottered as she climbed but Charlie leaned his little body against them and stretched out his arms and held them steady Bidey was not a moment too quick as she threw herself forward across the top most box a shuffle and clatter of many feet and the shouting and screaming seemed to be all around them Bidey could not look down she was so frightened and it climbed so fast she could hardly breathe but she had heard a snapping and a crunching of jaws and a horse rattling breath beneath her she was not able to think she only clung with all her might so dizzy that it seemed as if she and the boxes were swimming several shots were fired and it seemed as if there were a lot of people around her before then someone said for children Bidey felt herself lifted down she was shaking all over and there were a great many people around her but they didn't make so much noise now she heard someone saying it's Griffith's bloodhound a good dog enough too those idle scams had let him alone but it wouldn't stand no non-sons that sort of dog never does by heavens it snapped that great chain like a pipe stem it was after them like a tiger in no time then another boy said did you see the little boy he's almost the tallest little fellow you ever saw but he was a hero he saved the little girl's life he gave up his own for it I saw and heard the whole thing from the window overhead here and I'll never see a braver deed done I tell you he's a hero his father can be proud of him his father he's a little more of a gruffer voice that boy ain't got anyone belonging to him take a look at his clothes what's left of him from that brute's teeth he's never had too much to eat nor too much to wear you can just bet your life on that but you're right mister he was a hero and no mistake he held us still as a mouse and with a grip like death while that darn critter shot up his legs Bidey was beginning to understand other children the little boys and girls who had known and laughed at and nicknamed Charlie all his silent pastful life they stood around gazing horror struck at the dead hound that lay just beyond the curb zone and at Charlie lying all mangled and perfectly still in the arms of a policeman a cart with cushions in it backed up to the curb and just as the policeman was trying to move Charlie so as to lay him on the cushions he moaned and opened his eyes he looked at the children they saw this look and crowded up to the cart sobbing one of them exclaimed oh Charlie we'll never call you Polly no more another boy leaned close over Charlie and said the man says you're a real hero Charlie just you brace up a faint smile passed over Charlie's face he turned his eyes with the same kind calm look in them among the people till he saw Bidey then the tired eyes flashed with joy he saw that she was quite safe he moved his hand a little toward her her lips quivered she reached out her arms and they placed her in the cart on the cushions by Charlie's side just before it started Bidey asked the little boy who had last spoken to go and tell Mr. Kennedy what had happened and to say that she should stay with Charlie till he got well when Mr. Kennedy reached the hospital Bidey was crying as if her heart would break and poor, brave, tender, bashful little Charlie had got quite well and had gone home to be with his father the shock and the sorrow of little Charlie's death changed Bidey very much it was long before Mr. and Miss Kennedy could persuade her that she was not to blame for it it seemed to the poor child as if she had been cruel to climb into safety leaving Charlie to such a fate but she had really not been at all to blame she had obeyed Charlie's startling and earnest cry without thinking or even having time to think until it was too late to act in any other way after a time the sharpness of the sorrow passed away and the thought of Charlie became full of comfort and help to Bidey as she grew older she could understand that if Charlie had lived he would not have been very happy he was so feeble and shrank from people so much and she could feel if she did not understand that his death was a noble one an act of love so simple and so whole and a good gift the gift of a great example helping everyone who knew of it to be more brave and true Bidey lived on with the Kennedys and she has helped Mr. Kennedy from time to time to find out little children as wretched as she once was in this way she has already been the means of getting six poor children into good homes where they have a chance to learn how to live and remember so well her sad childhood that she understands even better than you or I would how to speak and to help these poor children when they first begin to do better and get so discouraged because their old habits pull them down and make it hard for them to do well Bidey goes to see them and talks with them so kindly and with so much patience and love that they are comforted better than ever when she tells them that she was once just as dirty and rough and naughty as they have ever been and they see how sweet and good she has become it fills them with courage and hope you can very well suppose that Bidey did not always find it an easy thing to help these children perhaps you think that any little girl would jump at the chance of being taken from the street and put in a good and pleasant home until she tried to help Katie Keegan she was the second little girl Bidey found for Mr. Kennedy Bidey had known Katie Keegan all her life and liked her better than any other little girl when they used to be living on the street yet when Bidey became better off and tried to make things just as nice for Katie that little girl didn't see it as Bidey did at all and gave her more care I'll tell you something about this to be continued End of Section 7 Recording by Keith Salas Section 8 of Harper's Young People Volume 1 Issue 19, March 9, 1880 This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Larry Wood Harper's Young People Volume 1 Issue 19, March 9, 1880 I am the lad in the blue and white by Mary A. Barr I am the lad in the blue and white sing hey the merry sailor boy my head is steady my eyes are bright my hand is ready my step is light my brave little heart all right, all right sing ho the merry sailor boy I am the lad in the blue and white sing hey the merry sailor boy I sit in the shrouds when the soft winds blow the light waves rock me to and fro I run up a loft or down below sing ho the ready sailor boy I am the lad in the blue and white sing ho the merry sailor boy when the skies are blue and the sea is calm the air is full of spice and bomb and the shore is set with shadowy waves and the shore is set with shadowy palm oh glad is the merry sailor boy what will you do when the great winds blow what will you do my sailor boy when great winds blow and are icy cold never you fear for my heart is bold I'll watch my captain do what I'm told sing ho the ready sailor boy if foe should come in such a plight what would you do brave sailor boy when the stars and stripes in his sight stand by my captain wrong or right and give the foe an up and down fight sing ho the gallant sailor boy I am the lad in the blue and white sing hey the merry sailor boy I carry my country's flag in name I never will do her wrong or shame I'll fight her battles and share her fame sing ho the gallant sailor boy End of section 8 Section 9 of Harper's Young People Volume 1 Issue 19 March 9th, 1880 This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Betty B Harper's Young People Volume 1 Issue 19 March 9th, 1880 Our Post Office Box Everett Station, Georgia I want to tell you about a pet squirrel I had my uncle was having some trees cut down when the men found three young squirrels in one of them one of the squirrels got killed and one ran away but my uncle caught the other and put it in his pocket and forgot all about it after a while he put his hand in his pocket for something and the squirrel bit him we tamed it and it would run all over the trees in the yard until one day some boys passing by shot it thinking it was wild my little brother cried and I came near crying too we buried it in the flower garden Chesley B. Howard Jr February 15th, 1880 I am nine years old I was born in Boston but for the last three years I have been living on a farm in Lakeville, Massachusetts there are a number of lakes near here and some of them have long Indian names such as Assawamset and Quiddicus yesterday was a warm spring like day and I saw two robins and I heard the bluebird singing Lewis W. Clark Makaius, Maine I like young people very much I have a summer house and in the summer I found a little hummingbird with its wing broken all tangled up in the flowers I took it in the house and fed it it ate sugar and water it had a narrow tongue and it put it out when it ate it lived in the house two days and then it died Nellie Longfellow, eight years old Sacramento, California my papa told me of a pretty way to designate the long months from the short ones he learned it from a little girl when he was traveling in Oregon and I think a good many little readers of young people might be pleased with it this is the way for January and the depression between that and the middle knuckle for February the middle knuckle designates March and the next depression April and so on to the small knuckle which stands for July and go back to the forefinger for August and proceed as before until all the months are named it will be found that all the short ones fall between the fingers while the knuckles stand for the long ones Phoebe C. Brown Philadelphia, Pennsylvania I want to tell you about a young alligator and a water turtle Papa had he kept the turtle in the cellar and the alligator in an earthen tank but when it came winter he put that in the cellar too in a tight box with air holes sometime afterward he went to look at the turtle and the alligator and they had both disappeared where do you think they could have gone Huss Dixon Spring, Tennessee February 18th I remember to young people and I like it very much I am 10 years old the creeks are in the way so I cannot go to school now but I will go in the spring some of our flowers are in full bloom and the weather is very pleasant but we had a snowstorm last week and I enjoyed it so much Fanny M. Young Philadelphia, Pennsylvania I know some little girls who live in the country they set a little table in the yard and put on it 10 dishes with chicken food in them then they bring a toy bell and the chickens have learned to come and stand around the table and eat if a chicken hops on the table it is not allowed to eat anymore and in this way they are taught to behave very nicely Sadie Dakota, Iowa I am a little Norwegian girl though I was born in America I am 12 years old not all the Norwegian ships in which Leith Erickson and his company sailed to America were as small in ships past and present in young people number 14 but one of them had 60 men and 5 women on board some of the ancient Norwegian ships were quite large I have read in traditions of Norwegian kings by Snorro Sturluson about Orman Lang the long serpent a large and handsome ship which belonged to King Olaf Triturversen that part of the keel which touched the ground when the ship was being built at 112 feet the ship carried a crew of more than 600 men it was Leith Erickson not Olaf Erickson who sailed to America Eigbesen who reigned in Norway AD 995 to 1000 had ships which were the wonder of the north his largest warship was the long serpent supposed to be the size of a frigate of 45 guns in a great sea fight with the kings of Denmark King Olaf Triturversen was conquered and is said to have sprung overboard from the famous long serpent into a watery grave Danville, Illinois here is a recipe that some little girl may like to try 2 tablespoon full sugar 1 tablespoon full butter 1 tablespoon full milk 1 well beaten egg 4 atoms of cream of tartar 2 atoms of soda flour enough to make a batter to cook or momma to measure the atoms this recipe will make 4 little patty pans of cake and there will be some batter left to thicken for cookies I cut out the cookies with momma's thimble puss hunter Washington DC in our parlor there is a little mouse that has a hole in one corner of the fireplace before I fed it it was quite tame and would run all about the room I feed it now and it only comes to get the crumbs I put close by its hole in any one among your correspondence tell me how to tame it ELM East Haven, Connecticut I have a rabbit, kitten, parrot, dog, canary and a pair of chickens I had a crow but it died I have a bearing ground for my pets and in it there is the poor crow a dog, 2 bantams and 7 canaries Susie D.B. Buffalo, New York I want to tell you about my dog Joe he is a setter he does a great many capers he watches for the boy who brings the evening paper and takes it and brings it upstairs to us he plays hide and seek with me and sometimes I tie a rope to his collar and he draws me on my skates how fast we do go one day I hitched him to a sled for the first time and he did not know what to make of it he ran a little way and then tipped me into a snow bank and made for home I had a pair of pet rabbits which I prized very much Papa built a hutch for them and they enjoyed their home very much I fed them with clover, cabbage and apples sometimes I gave them a dish of sweet milk to drink they were growing so nice but we had an old cat which I suppose thought if the rabbits were out of the way she would get all the milk herself one morning I fed them and forgot to give Spiney her milk old cat's name so she went down to the hutch and watched them drink their milk when they had finished they popped their little heads out between the bars old Spiney sprang on them and that was the last of my poor rabbits Maggie Birmingham 10 years birth at AF saw the bluebirds at Sag Harbor Long Island on the day before St. Valentine's and on February 20th she picked willow pussies OT Mason says he found the pussies in Midway Massachusetts as early as January 18th but he neglected to report them Leon M.F. if you dampen the skin under the feathers with water and sprinkle on it a little finely pulverized sulfur your pigeons will probably be relieved Aggie R.H. Norma Hall afterward called Noor Yehan or light of the world was the wife of Selim son of Akbar Selim succeeded his father in 1605 and was henceforth known as Jahangir or conquer of the world in the early part of his reign Selim was intemperate and cruel but after his marriage with the beautiful Norma Hall his conduct greatly improved her influence over her husband was very great he took no step without consulting her and as she was an extraordinary and accomplished woman her advice was always wise and judicious Jahangir died in 1627 and was succeeded by a son Shah Jahan who was the father of Arun Zebi whose beautiful daughter Lala Rukh is the heroine of Moors poem the historical facts concerning the beautiful Norma Hall are very meager but a few glimpses into her life are given in the notes to the veil of Kashmir the last story in Lala Rukh W. Clarence to make a kite the sticks must first be tied tightly and firmly together in the center a string is then put around the outside the end of each stick should be notched to hold the string in place the paper which should be thin and tough is now pasted on a tail of pieces of paper or cloth tied at intervals in a string must be fastened at the bottom to balance the kite in the wind the length of the tail depends on the size of the kite W. F. B. O. N. T. is simply a trademark and stands for our new thread ELC there are so many French magazines it is difficult to say which is the best the Revue des Dumont has a high literary character Jewett Spears French and English Dictionary is the best for ordinary use translating is not often remunerative patriotic boys, scholarships subject to certain conditions generally any college in the United States Johnny P. the Longbow was the English national weapon in early times it was originally used by the Norse tribes and was brought into Western Europe by Rolo first Duke of Normandy a direct ancestor of William the Conqueror when the Normans invaded England they carried the Longbow with them and as the Saxons had no weapons so powerful they readily adopted it the proper length of the Longbow which was made of U or Ash was the height of the archer who used it the largest ones however were six feet long and as the arrow was always half the length of the bow the longest arrows measured three feet which is just a cloth yard they were therefore given the name of cloth yard shaft the arrows were made of oak, ash or U they were tipped with steel and ornamented at the other end with three gray goose feathers from whence comes the name of gray goose shaft usually applied to those arrows which were shorter than the cloth yard measure the arrow or bolt of the crossbow or arbalast was also tipped with steel and varied in length according to the size of the crossbow subscriber, New York it is not easy to stop a canary from molting the best way to treat it is to feed it with nothing but rapeseed and two or three times a week give it a slice of hard boiled egg it should have plenty of fresh drinking water in which you might put every morning a few drops of bird tonic which can be purchased at itty bird store do not hang the cage in a very hot room Kate Williamson your letter was very gratifying tell your little friend Madeline we would be glad to receive a French letter from her favors are received from Matthew Laughlin Clyde L. 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Number 2. Double Acrostic A measure of quantity. A valediction. A public speaker. A Jewish prophet. A well-known liquid. A nobleman. A town in Texas. Answer, two famous painters. Charles L. B. Number 3. Enigma. My first is in barn but not in shed. My second is in green but not in red. My third is in stone but not in brick. My fourth is in branch but not in stick. My fifth is in head but not in feet. My whole is something good to eat. Mary. Number 4. Word Square. First, not cold. Second, a surface. Third, true. Fourth, masculine. ML. Number 5. Numerical charade. I am composed of 32 letters. My 13, 22, 8, 12 is a wild animal. My 9, 3, 21 my 19, 8, 9, 17 is not hard. My 16, 3, 6 is what we all must do. My 28, 14, 11 is what most all of us can do. My 4, 23, 29, 2 is a number. My 7, 20, 15 is a large body of water. My 26, 27, 15, 16, 6, 21 is a school book. My 32, 24, 5, 10, 15, 12 is a ruler of a country. My 1, 8, 18 is an adverb. My 25, 15, 30, 31 is used for seasoning. 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End of Section 9 Section 10 of Harper's Young People Volume 1 Issue 19 March 9th, 1880 This is a LibriVox recording A LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Betty B Harper's Young People Volume 1 Issue 19 March 9th, 1880 The Darwinogram The object of this game is to discover from what prehistoric animal you are descended you select any one of the numbers and follow the line to which it belongs with the point of a pencil to the other end and there you will find your original ancestor according to the theory of Mr. Darwin it may prove to be a butterfly or it may prove to be a goose The Little Spanish Dancer This lively little fellow is very easily made take an old kid glove and cut off the fingers this is for the foundation upon it you may sew any bits of bright silk or cloth you like to look like a jacket and hide the doubled up fingers with two mittens and two little socks with stuffed toes remembering to stuff one sock higher than the other as your forefinger is shorter than your middle finger and you want your dancer to have both legs the same size after dressing up your hand to your satisfaction paint on the back of the wrist a face with watercolors mixing a little gum with them if they will not lay and the Little Spaniard is ready to dance as long as it pleases you almost mischievous appears yet if I you offend cut off my first and swiftly will you bring me to my end freed from my last I'm gaily off yet would you me detain cut off my last and low for time without end I'll remain my first the Teamster names his nag that helps to draw the load as toward my last their journey tends along the country road when eagerly we are my first my last to then pursue we're anxious most to shun my whole while yet my whole we do end of section 10 end of Harper's young people volume 1 issue 19 march 9th 1880