Will you publish a letter from a little girl who lives away off on
the Pacific coast, where no one is ever advised to "go West"? I am
six years old. Papa subscribed for the YOUNG PEOPLE last winter,
and it was so long coming that we began to fear that the money had
been lost, when at last four numbers came all at once, and on my
birthday at that. We live at the mouth of Rogue River. There is a
large salmon cannery here, and a great many men are employed during
the fishing season. A long time ago this place was called Gold
Beach, on account of the very rich mines here. Sometimes we walk on
the beach and gather moss and shells. From the front door we can
see steamers passing up and down the coast, and can watch the
fishing-boats. Last summer papa took me to San Francisco, and I
enjoyed the trip very much. I have two brothers, Bertie and Harry,
and a sister Pearl, and I am the oldest of them all. I have a
number of dolls, and a kitten named Jessie. Bertie's kitten is
named Daisy. We all think ever so much of YOUNG PEOPLE. I have a
little friend named Clarence, who is going to subscribe. I can not
read much myself, but mamma reads to us. Mamma is writing at my
dictation, but she says we must "boil it down," or you will not
even read my letter. I think that of all the subscribers in the
United States, none live so far West as your little Oregonian
friend,