My brother and I have concluded to write a letter together. I am
twelve, and he is a year and a half younger. Our aunt Minnie,
living in Pennsylvania, made us a present of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE
this year. We think she is a good, kind aunt, although we have
never seen her. We are going to get up a club next year, as we want
all our school-mates to read it. Eddie and I signed the pledge
during the Murphy movement never to use tobacco or profane
language, and we intend to keep it, and hope our little friends
will do the same. We live five miles from Girard, the county seat.
My mamma came thirteen years ago, and saw the first house erected,
and now the place has two railroads, and a population of 1731. We
live near Lightning Creek, and have lots of fun fishing, although
the fish are not so fine as some we read of, being mostly sunfish
and catfish, although sometimes we get a nice bass. We have a nice
garden, and had new potatoes and pease the 28th of May. Our two
little brothers, named Colimo and Lew, love to look at the pictures
in YOUNG PEOPLE. We do not go to school this summer, as there is
none in our district; we had a six months' school last winter. But
we are not idle; we weed and hoe in the garden, help to milk, chop
wood, and do many other things. We have sixty-nine little chickens,
and had fifteen little turkeys, but they have all died except four.
Could any one tell us what was the cause of it? They seemed weak
and drooping for several days. Mamma was advised to feed them with
cooked food, and so she did, but it did no good.
WILLIE D., EDDIE D., and MOTHER.
You were not more unsuccessful than many others with your flock of
turkeys. Young turkeys are very hard to raise, and sometimes their
mother takes them out into the wet grass, and they get tired, and take
cold. Should you have another brood at any time, be very careful to keep
them dry and warm. A friend who has had experience with turkeys tells
the Postmistress that the little ones require almost as careful tending
as babies do.
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The Postmistress wonders whether you ever heard of a young woman's
expecting to be paid for being so good as to learn to sew? Most of us
think we ought to pay those who are good enough to teach us anything, as
teachers really have to take more trouble than pupils do. Many years ago
a lady undertook to show some women in the South Sea Islands how to make
their own dresses. They were quite anxious to look like the missionary
ladies, who were the only Europeans they had ever seen. A young woman
attended very regularly for some weeks, and became quite skillful. One
Saturday night she presented herself with the native servants, and
begged to be paid her wages for learning to sew.
Mrs. Ellis said: "Why should I pay you? In our country those who learn
pay their teachers."
The woman answered, very earnestly: "You asked me to come and learn. I
have been here so long I have learned. It must be in some way an
advantage to you, or else you would not be so anxious about it. As I
have done it to please you, you ought to pay me for my goodness."
She was pacified by being engaged to sew for the missionaries.
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