CHAPTER XXXVI.

IN A NORTHWEST LOGGING CAMP.

The next day being Sunday, the camp lay abed so late that when Alaric

awoke from his long night of dreamless sleep the sun was more than an

hour high, and streaming full into the open doorway of Buck Raulet's

shack. For nearly a minute the boy lay motionless, striving to recall

what had happened and where he was. Then, as it all came to him, and he

realized that he had escaped from the mountain, with its terrors, its

cold, and its hunger, and had reached a place of safety, good-will, and

plenty, he heaved a deep sigh of content. His sigh was echoed by another

close beside him, and then Bonny's voice said:

"I'm so glad you are awake, Rick, for I want you to tell me all about

it. I've been trying to puzzle it out for myself, but can't be really

sure whether I know anything about last night or only dreamed it all.

Didn't somebody give us something to eat?"

"I should say they did!" rejoined Alaric. "And not only something to

eat, but one of the finest suppers I ever sat down to. Don't you

remember the baked beans, and the apple pie, and-- Oh no, I forgot; you

weren't there; and, by-the-way, how do you feel this morning?"

"Fine as a fiddle," replied Bonny, briskly; "and all ready for those

baked beans and pie; for somehow I don't seem to remember having

anything so good as those."

"I don't believe you did," laughed Alaric, springing from the bunk as he

spoke; "for I'm afraid they only gave you gruel and soup, or tea and

toast."

"Then no wonder I'm hungry," said Bonny, indignantly, as he too began to

dress, "and no wonder I want beans and things. But, I say, Rick, what a

tough-looking specimen you are, anyway!"

"I hope I'm not so tough-looking as you," retorted the other, "for you'd

scare a scarecrow."

Then the boys scanned each other's appearance with dismay. How could

they ever venture outside and among people in the tattered, soiled, and

fluttering garments which were their sole possessions in the way of

clothing? Even their boots had worn away, until there was little left of

them but the uppers. Their hats had been lost during their flight

through the forest, their hair was long and unkempt, while their coats

and trousers were so rent and torn that the wonder was how they ever

held together. As they realized how utterly disreputable they did look,

both boys began to laugh; for they were too light-hearted that morning

to remain long cast down over trifles like personal appearance. At this

sound of merriment Buck Raulet's good-humored face, covered with lather,

appeared in the doorway, and at sight of the ragged lads he too joined

in their laughter.

"You are tramps, that's a fact!" he cried. "Toughest kind, too; such as

I'd never dared take in if I'd seen you by a good light. Never mind,

though," he added, consolingly; "looks are mighty easy altered, and

after breakfast we'll fix you up in such style that you won't recognize

yourselves."

Bonny had baked beans and pie that morning as well as Alaric, for the

fare at that logger's mess-table, bountiful as it was, never varied.

After breakfast the boys found their first chance to take a good look at

the camp, which consisted of nearly twenty buildings, set in the form of

a square beside the skid-road, in a clearing filled with tall stumps of

giant firs and mammoth cedars. The two largest buildings were the

combined mess-hall and kitchen and the sleeping-quarters, containing

tiers of bunks, one for each man employed. Then came the store, which

held a small stock of clothing, boots, tobacco, pipes, knives, and other

miscellaneous articles. All the others were little single-room shacks,

built in leisure moments by such of the men as preferred having

something in the shape of a home to sleeping in the public dormitory.

These tiny dwellings were constructed of sweet-smelling cedar boards,

split from splendid great logs, absolutely straight-grained and free

from knots. Walls, roof, floor, and rude furniture were all made of the

same beautiful wood. Some of the shacks had stone chimneys roughly

plastered with clay, others boasted small porches, and one or two had

both. Buck Raulet's had the largest porch of any, with the added

adornment of climbing vines. This porch also contained seats, and was

considered very elegant; but every one knew that the head "faller" was

engaged to be married to a girl "back East," and said that was the

reason he had built so fine a house. Having little else to amuse them,

the men who put up these shacks labored over them with as much pleasure

as so many boys with their cubby-houses.

Many of the men were anxious to hear a more detailed account of our

lads' recent adventures, but Buck Raulet said:

"Call round this afternoon. We've got something else on hand just now."

When they returned to his picturesque little dwelling the big man led

the way inside, closed the door, and said: "Now, lads, sit down and

let's talk business. What do you propose to do next?"

"I don't think we know," responded Alaric.

"Do you want to go to Tacoma or Seattle?"

"I don't know why we should. We haven't any friends in either place, nor

any money to live on while we look for work."

"None at all?"

"Not one cent. There's a month's wages due us from the Frenchman who

hired us to go up the mountain, but I suppose he has left this part of

the country long ago."

"I suppose he has; and you certainly are playing to such hard luck that

I don't see as you can do any better than stay right here. If you are

willing to work at whatever offers, I shouldn't wonder if the boss could

find something for you to do. At any rate, he might give you a chance to

earn a suit of clothes, and feed you while you were doing it."

"I think we'd be only too glad to stay here and work," replied

Alaric--"wouldn't we, Bonny?"

"Yes, I think we would, only I hope we can earn some money. I've worked

without wages so long now that it is growing very monotonous."

"Well, I'll tell you what," said Raulet: "you two stay right here, while

I go over and see the boss."

A few minutes later the big man returned with beaming face, and

announced that Mr. Linton had consented to take them both on trial, and

had promised to find something for them to do in the morning. Moreover,

they were to go down to the store at once, pick out the things they

needed, and have them charged to their account.

All this Buck Raulet told them; but he did not add that he had been

obliged to pledge his own wages for whatever bill they should run up at

the store, in case they should fail to work it out. The big-hearted

"faller" was willing to do this, for he had taken a great fancy to the

lads, and especially to Alaric. "That chap may be poor," he said, "and I

reckon he is; but he's honest--so are they both, for that matter; and

when a boy is honest, he can't help showing it in his face." These

preliminaries being happily settled, he said, "Now let's get right down

to business; and the first thing to be done is to let me cut your hair

before you buy any hats."

The boys agreeing that this was necessary, the operation was performed

with neatness and despatch; for the big "faller" was equally expert at

cutting hair or trees.

Then they went to the store, where Alaric and Bonny selected complete

outfits of coarse but serviceable clothing, including hats and boots, to

the amount of fifteen dollars each.

"Now for a scrub," suggested Raulet; "and I reckon I need one as much as

you do." With this he led his _protégés_ to a quiet pool in the creek

just back of the camp.

When at noon the boys presented themselves at the mess-room, so magical

was the transformation effected by shears, soap, and water, and their

new clothing, that not a man in the place recognized them, and they had

to be reintroduced to the whole jovial crowd, greatly to Buck Raulet's

delight. By a very natural mistake, he introduced Alaric, whom he had

only heard called "Rick," as Mr. Richard Dale, and the boy did not find

an opportunity for correcting the error just then.

Later in the day, however, when most of the camp population were

gathered in front of Raulet's shack listening with great interest to the

lads' account of their recent experiences, one of them addressed him as

"Richard," whereupon he explained that his name was not Richard, but

Alaric.

"Alaric?" quoth Buck Raulet; "that's a queer name, and one I never

heard before. It's a strong-sounding name too, and one that just fits

such a hearty, active young fellow as you. I should pick out an Alaric

every time for the kind of a chap to come tumbling down a mountain-side

where no one had ever been before. But where did your folks find the

name, son?"

"I'll tell you," replied Alaric, flushing with pleasure at hearing that

said of him; "but first I want to say that it was Bonny Brooks who

showed me how to come down the mountain, and but for him I should

certainly have perished up there in the snow."

"Hold on!" cried Bonny. "Gentlemen, I assure you that but for Rick Dale

I should have had the perishing contract all in my own hands."

"I expect you are a well-mated team," laughed Raulet, "and I am willing

to admit that for whatever comes tumbling down a mountain there couldn't

be a better name than Bonny Brooks. But now let's have the yarn."

So Alaric told them all he could remember of the mighty Visigoth who

invaded Italy at the head of his barbarian host, became master of the

world by conquering Rome when the eternal city was at the height of its

magnificence, and whose tomb was built in the bed of a river temporarily

turned aside for the purpose.

The rough audience grouped about him listened to the tale of a long-ago

hero with flattering interest, and when it was ended declared it to be a

rattling good yarn, at the same time begging for more of the same kind.

Alaric's head was crammed with such stories, for he had always delighted

in them, and now he was only too glad of an opportunity to repay in some

measure the kindly hospitality of the camp. So for an hour or more he

related legends of Old World history, and still older mythology, all of

which were as new to his hearers as though now told for the first time.

Finally he paused, covered with confusion at finding Mr. and Mrs. Linton

standing among his auditors, and waiting for a chance to invite him and

Bonny to tea.

From that time forth Alaric's position as story-teller was established,

and there was rarely an evening during his stay in the camp, where books

were almost unknown, that he was not called upon to entertain an

interested group gathered about its after-supper open-air fire.

Mr. Linton questioned the boys closely as to their capacity for work

while they were at tea with him, and finally said: "I think I can find

places for both of you, if you are willing to work for one dollar a day.

You, Brooks, I shall let tend store and help me with my accounts until

your arm gets stronger, while I think I shall place your friend in

charge of one of the hump-durgins."

"What is that, sir?" asked Alaric.

"What's what?"

"A hump-durgin."

"Oh! Don't you know? Well, you'll find out to-morrow."

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

BLIND-MAN'S-BUFF AT SEA.

PROBLEMS OF NAVIGATING IN THICK WEATHER.

BY W. J. HENDERSON.

"What do you think about the weather?"

That was the question which Captain Jason Argo asked his first officer

as they stood on the bridge together. The great black hull of the

steamer _Golden Fleece_, driven by the powerful quadruple-expansion

engines, was cleaving its way westward at a flying gait of nineteen

knots an hour. There was a thundering hill of foam under her bows, and a

massive cloud of oily brown smoke went rushing sternward from her two

big funnels. She had encountered only one bit of fresh weather since

leaving Queenstown, for it was hardly time yet for heavy gales. But now

the sky had become overcast with a thin haze of clouds, which obscured

the sun completely.

"I'm afraid," answered the first officer, "that we're in for a settled

spell of cloudy weather and fog."

"And I'm morally certain that you're right," said the Captain, with a

serious face, as he thought of what was before him.

When the celestial bodies--the sun, moon, and stars--cannot be seen,

then begins grave trouble for the navigator. As long as these are

visible, by observing their altitudes above the horizon with the

sextant--an instrument designed for that purpose--and by some simple

astronomical calculations, he can ascertain the latitude and longitude

of his ship, and thus know just where he is and which way to steer in

order to reach his port. But the moment he loses the heavenly bodies he

must feel his way into port by "dead reckoning," which consists of

measuring the actual distance sailed by means of the log-line, and of

ascertaining the direction by the compass. It is a method subject to

errors of many kinds, caused by incorrect registering of the log, by

deviation of the compass, and by currents. It is like trying to walk

through a room in the dark by counting the number of your steps. So it

was not remarkable that Captain Jason Argo looked grave.

"At noon to-day we made our position 47° west longitude and 46° 30'

north latitude," said the Captain, reflectively.

"Yes, sir," answered the first officer.

"As we are steering, that should have made us seventy-five miles from

the easterly edge of the Newfoundland Banks."

"To a dot, sir."

"And it is now three o'clock. What does the patent log show?"

"It is registering nineteen and three-quarter knots an hour."

The patent log is an instrument for recording the distance sailed by the

ship. It consists of a dial on the outside of a case, inside of which

are wheels to turn the hands. Attached to the machinery is a long line,

at the end of which is a rotator shaped somewhat like a ship's

propeller. This rotator drags through the sea, and makes a certain

number of revolutions every mile, twisting the line, and thus turning

the hands on the dial, where the number of knots is marked.

"It's a new log, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir; I received it at Queenstown."

"Good. What is its percentage of error?"

"Two per cent."

Patent logs usually overrate the distance run, and the percentage of

error has to be ascertained.

"It's running fully two per cent. now, I fancy," said the Captain,

stepping to the speaking-tube that ran to the engine-room and calling

for the chief engineer.

"Hello, Mr. Bargot! How many revolutions are you making a minute?"

A jumble of figures returned through the tube.

"And that's nineteen knots, isn't it?" said the Captain. "Good."

The speed of vessels can be tolerably well calculated from the number of

revolutions of the screw.

"Now," said the Captain, turning to the third officer, who was also on

the bridge, "what was the last record of the chip log?"

"Twenty knots, sir."

"Common log is not much good at high speeds," commented the Captain.

The common log consists of a triangular wooden float, a line marked with

knots at equal distances apart, and a reel. The float is thrown

overboard, and the line allowed to run off the reel for a certain number

of seconds. The proportions of the distances between knots are such that

the number of them run off in the given time is the number of miles an

hour which the vessel is making.

"We shall be safe in saying that we are doing an even nineteen knots,"

said the Captain. "We ought to strike the easterly edge of the

Newfoundland Banks a little before four o'clock, in longitude 48° 30'

west and latitude 45° 40' north, and we ought to get a sounding there of

fifty-four to fifty-eight fathoms. Mr. Parker, you will get the

sounding-machine ready to take a cast at five minutes of four o'clock."

"Ay, ay, sir," answered the third officer.

The sounding-machine consists of a heavy lead on the end of a very long

piano-wire wound round a cylinder. With this a sounding can be taken

while a vessel is going ahead at the rate of twelve or fifteen knots,

while with an old-fashioned deep-sea lead line it is necessary to stop.

An indicator on the side of the sounding-machine shows how many fathoms

of wire are out, and there is a crank for winding it in.

At five minutes of four the third officer took the sounding, and

reported a depth of fifty-five fathoms.

"Good," said the Captain, who was now in his room consulting the chart.

"So far we know exactly where we are. We shall keep our present course.

You will take another sounding at seven o'clock, when we should be

fifty-seven miles west sou'west of this, and you should get thirty-three

fathoms. How's the weather?"

"Looks like fog before morning, sir."

"Hum!" muttered Captain Jason Argo, through his clinched teeth, "I shall

hold our present course at least till we clear the Banks. It's 150 miles

across, as we are going, and I wish soundings taken every two hours till

we are across, which will be in eight hours. You will pass the word to

call me when the last sounding is to be taken."

The third officer returned to the deck. At seven o'clock he made the

sounding, as directed, and got a depth of thirty-two fathoms, which

tallied closely enough with the Captain's calculations to show that they

were correct. Steadily the _Golden Fleece_ ploughed her way westward

across the comparatively shallow waters of the Grand Banks, and at

midnight, the Captain having been called, the last cast of the lead

showed eighty fathoms.

"Good," said the Captain, turning his face against the damp rush of the

heavy mist; "we shall run into 1500 fathoms now, and into the northerly

limit of the Gulf Stream. On the whole, I think we'd better give our

course an eighth more southing, and hold it at that till noon. Keep a

bright lookout ahead, and keep your weather eye on the sky. If it breaks

away, look sharp, and get the deviation from the first star that shows.

I think we're in for a lot of thick weather."

The Captain went below and turned in, "all standing." All through the

dreary night his sleep was broken by the hoarse blasts of the fog-siren

and the half-hourly cries of the lookouts. He wondered whether the

current of the Gulf Stream was setting true, or had perhaps been

deflected by some now dead wind of which he could not possibly know

anything. He had a sailor's dread of an unknown current. If he had been

on soundings the trusty lead would have told him where he was, but no

machine could plumb the depths now under the _Golden Fleece_'s keel. At

six o'clock the Captain went on the bridge again. The fog had

disappeared, but the sky was still overcast.

"Hum!" he muttered; "it's enough to make a man give up the sea and go to

farming."

Toward half past nine there were signs that the clouds were about to

break, and the officers on the bridge made ready to "shoot the sun," as

taking an observation is called, at the first opportunity. Presently

there was a rift of blue sky, and in a few minutes the gorgeous sun

broke through. The officers made their observation, but as they were

still uncertain of their latitude, they could do nothing with it. At

noon they were able to ascertain the latitude, and then they figured out

the ship's position.

"How does our dead reckoning compare with our position by observation?"

asked Captain Jason Argo.

"By dead reckoning we have made a run of 456 miles in the twenty-four

hours," answered the first officer, "and our noon position was latitude

43° 34' north, longitude 54° west. By observation our position is

latitude 43° 30' north, longitude 53° 54' west."

"Excellent," exclaimed the Captain; "that's close work, and shows that

my current allowance was about as near right as possible. Now I wish to

hit the easterly edge of George's Bank, which is in longitude 66° west,

in latitude 41° 20' north. When we make that point, I'll show you my

reason for doing that."

The Captain now gave out the course as south 76° west, true, and the

distance to the point indicated as 540 miles. The course had to be

corrected for variation and deviation of the compass before it could be

given to the man at the wheel, and the greatest care was exercised in

making the calculations.

"If we keep going at nineteen knots," said the Captain, "we'll strike

that eastern edge in twenty-eight hours and three-quarters, or at a

quarter of five to-morrow afternoon. Whether the weather is clear or

thick, at that hour I want a sounding. We ought to get about fifty-five

fathoms."

[Illustration: IT BEGAN TO BLOW BRISKLY FROM THE NORTHEAST.]

The _Golden Fleece_ continued her westerly flight, but the weather did

not remain clear. Before noon the following day it had clouded over, and

had begun to blow briskly from the northeast.

"Now," said the Captain to himself, "I shall have that much discussed

southerly and westerly current to look out for."

But among the passengers the Captain appeared to be so easy in his mind

that they thought he had very little to think about. Yet he ordered the

sounding to be made at 4.30, and had the ship slowed down to half speed.

No bottom was got at 300 fathoms; but fifteen minutes later the lead

struck at fifty-eight fathoms. The course was now altered two degrees

more to the westward.

"I steer now," said the Captain, "for longitude 68° west, latitude 41°

north. That is the westerly edge of the southern extremity of this bank,

and there we should get thirty fathoms. The distance is 240 miles, and

as we are now doing about twenty knots an hour, we ought to be there in

twelve hours, or at 4.45 in the morning."

Not a star peeped out in the course of the night, and the Captain,

running wholly by dead reckoning, was an anxious man. Toward morning he

had the lead hove every half-hour, and his wisdom was shown by the

result of the soundings, which proved that the _Golden Fleece_ had

over-run her reckoning by eight miles--quite enough to cause disaster if

near land, or dangerous shoals. The latter was the case, for the

Nautucket Shoals were not far away. The weather continued to be thick

and "dirty," and Captain Jason Argo was constantly on the alert. There

were dangerous shallows ahead of him and uncertain currents under him,

and he knew that it was his duty to get the _Golden Fleece_ to port as

quickly as possible. But no amount of speed would atone for running the

vessel on the Long Island or New Jersey shore, now hourly drawing nearer

behind the impenetrable mist. Speed was reduced to fifteen knots, and

the lead was hove every hour.

"I am steering now," said the Captain, "to cross the meridian of 70°

west in latitude 40° 40' north. But to do that I must pass about six

miles south of the South Shoal Light-ship, which is in latitude 40° 46'

north, and longitude 69° 56' west. I don't need to see that vessel or

hear her fog signal, because the soundings south of her will give me my

latitude to a minute, and my longitude almost as well."

"Yes, sir," said the first officer, who had heard something like this

before.

"All the same," said the Captain, "I'm not in love with this business of

running in with the land in thick weather, and when we are half a dozen

miles this side of that light-ship I want the lead down every fifteen

minutes."

"Ay, ay, sir."

The navigation of the ship now became a business requiring the utmost

caution. Owing to the invisibility of the heavenly bodies it was

impossible to ascertain the precise amount of error in the compass. The

treacherous Nantucket Shoals, with their changeful currents, were close

at hand. The Captain had his chart spread before him, and on it he was

tracing the course of the ship as shown by the soundings. She would run

twelve miles, and the chart would show that she ought then to be in

thirty-four fathoms. The sounding-machine would give the depth. If it

was less than thirty-four fathoms, she was north of her apparent course;

if more, she was south. She was literally feeling her way. It was nearly

6 P.M., and a fine misty rain narrowed the horizon down to a small

circle of two miles in diameter. The _Golden Fleece_ was slowed down to

eight knots, and soundings were taken every fifteen minutes. Suddenly

the dull blast of a steam-whistle was heard far off the starboard bow.

The first officer hastily drew out his watch and counted the seconds.

Nearly half a minute passed, and then came another blast, three times as

long as the first.

"The light-ship," said the first officer.

"Yes," said the Captain, who had mounted the bridge at the first sound.

"We are fully two miles further north than I thought; too much current

allowance, I guess. However, I shall now steer to pass eight miles due

south of Shinnecock Light, at a point 40° 43' north and 72° 30' west.

The course is west, true, and the distance 113 miles; but we must make

some allowance for current--not much, though, with this wind. It's

ebb-tide, and it will hardly be likely now to set toward the beach, as

it often does."

The Captain made some more calculations, and then gave out the compass

course. The speed of the ship was increased to twelve knots, and the

deep-sea sounding-machine was used once an hour all night. At four

o'clock in the morning the rain had ceased, and another dense fog had

set in. The soundings indicated that a point about eight or nine miles

due south of Shinnecock Light had been reached. The Captain now gave out

the course as west, and the distance as sixty-two miles; but he was very

uncertain as to the deviation of the compass, so he ordered speed

reduced to ten knots, while the lead was to be cast every half-hour. A

fresh northeasterly wind sprang up, raising a choppy sea, and

transforming the fog into a driving mist. The soundings ran very

irregularly, the lead showing 18, 17-1/2, 20, 22, and 19 fathoms without

any apparent guidance. The Captain walked the bridge anxiously. The

soundings began to run 18, 17-1/2, 17, 17, 16-1/2, 16, 15, 14, 13-1/2,

13, 14, and 13 fathoms.

"Too far to the south, as sure as I live!" muttered the Captain. "How

did we do it? But we're sure to make one of the holes." And then he

added aloud, "Slow down to six knots."

Suddenly the officer at the sounding-machine away aft sung out,

"Twenty-one fathoms, sir!"

[Illustration: "HARD A PORT! HARD OVER!"]

"Right slap into the twenty-one-fathom hole, and heading straight for

Monmouth Beach, as I live!" growled Captain Jason Argo, and he sharply

ordered the helmsman, "Hard a port! Hard over!"

The _Golden Fleece_ swung her black prow northward through the fog, and

when it pointed due north by compass the Captain told the helmsman to

keep it so.

"We'll be up with the Sandy Hook Light-ship soon," he said; "we fell

about seven miles to the south of it. Keep the lead going. That's my

motto--log, lead, and lookout in thick weather. If we hadn't kept up our

soundings we'd have gone on the Jersey shore. Get the port anchor

ready."

A little over an hour later the lookout forward reported the Sandy Hook

Light-ship close to the starboard bow.

[Illustration: HE ORDERED THE VESSEL STOPPED AND LET GO THE ANCHOR.]

"Hard a starboard!" said the Captain; and as the ship swung round and

the light-ship faded away into the mist again, he ordered the vessel to

be stopped and let go the anchor. The fog-whistle ceased to blow, and

the bell took its place as a warning. The Captain went down off the

bridge, and made his appearance at the luncheon-table.

"Captain Argo," said an impatient old lady, "I'd like to know why we are

anchored here in a fog out in the middle of the ocean. I've paid to be

taken to New York, and I don't wish to stop here."

"My dear madam," replied the Captain, "up on the coast of Maine the

steamboat captains run in fogs from point to point among the islands by

timing their craft and then listening for the echo of the whistle from

the rocks. And there was once a schooner captain who went from Cape Ann

to Quarantine in New York Bay in a fog without seeing a single thing,

steering from one whistling-buoy or fog-horn to another. Now I'm only a

plain sea navigator, and having brought my ship safely from the other

side of the Grand Banks to this side of Sandy Hook Light-ship with only

one observation, feeling my way the rest of the time with the lead, I'm

satisfied now to come to anchor, wait till the fog lifts, and then let a

pilot see whether he can get me up the Lower Bay in clear weather

without running me aground."

THE SLAMBANGAREE.

(_In Two Parts._)

BY R. K. MUNKITTRICK.

Part II.

As soon as Reginald had recovered sufficiently from his astonishment to

be able to speak, he exclaimed, "But you didn't have any bait!"

"The button on the end of the top-cord was the bait," said the

Slambangaree, as it watched the fish swimming about in the air.

"What kind of a fish is that?" asked Reginald.

"That," replied the Slambangaree, "is a Capecodger. Did you ever hear a

fish sing a song in notes of candy?"

"I never did," replied Reginald.

Then the Slambangaree turned to the Capecodger, and said, in a tone of

authority,

"Sing, Sir Fish!"

The fish opened its mouth very wide and sang:

"As I'm a fish of good sound sense,

Permit me, sir, to say

It is a strange experience

To swim around this way.

I much prefer the coral caves

Beneath the bounding sea,

And to disport upon its waves,

And wriggle in my glee.

That bureau there is not a rock,

This air is not the brine.

Oh, grind me up in yonder clock

For fishballs sweet and fine,

But do not keep me swimming here

All day, and thirsty, too,

Or I shall have to shed a tear,

And that would never do!"

What surprised Reginald was that while the Capecodger's words could be

distinctly understood, each note was a pellet of candy, that fell from

its mouth upon the carpet. When the Capecodger was through, it

descended, and, much to Reginald's disgust, devoured all the candy that

had fallen upon the floor.

"That candy that it has just swallowed," remarked the Slambangaree, "is

merely reserve ammunition for its next song." Then turning to the

Capecodger, the Slambangaree continued: "Of course you must not be kept

swimming in the air, and I know it would never do to have you shed a

tear. But I will not put you in the works of the clock, and grind you up

in its machinery, as you suggest, for fishballs, after your kindness in

singing us a nice little song, instead of excusing yourself on the

threadbare ground of having a sore throat. But you must give little

Reginald a ride before you return to the pitcher."

The Capecodger was so anxious to be back in its native element, that it

lost no time in swimming under Reginald. When they were up in the air

the Capecodger wagged its tail in great glee, and swam all around the

room, just grazing the pictures and the clock, but doing no damage.

"It is just like being in a boat," said Reginald, as the Capecodger went

down under a chair with him without touching the rungs; "it has a

regular sea motion, and I'm not frightened a bit. But I wish I could

have the Capecodger all the time; it would be nicer to go to school on

than a bicycle, and then I could go way up in the air, like a kite. And

every once in a while I could get it to sing, and have some candy."

But just then Reginald was back in his bed, and the Capecodger was back

in the pitcher.

Then the Slambangaree took one of the boxwood tops from Reginald's

pocket, and tossed it in the air a few times, and then threw it against

the ceiling. Instead of descending, it remained on the ceiling, where it

spun at a great rate, and, instead of humming, repeated the

multiplication table so fast that it would finish twelve times in about

four seconds. Then it got spinning so fast that it set all the room and

the furniture whirling at the same rate. As the Slambangaree whirled

with the rest, its grin increased until its head seemed to be all grin.

Finally the Slambangaree grew smaller and smaller, until it was so small

that it vanished into the top, which still whirled away at an awful

rate. And when Reginald thought he was rid of his goblin visitor, the

top suddenly began to increase in size until it was as large as a

barrel, when it suddenly burst, and out popped the Slambangaree, leading

a curious monster, the like of which Reginald had never seen or dreamed

of. Its mouth opened like a door, and its eyes slid up and down like

windows. And it had two heads, one at each end. And it could move with

equal grace and swiftness in either direction. It ran all over the room,

and what seemed strangest of all was that the room grew larger to

accommodate the antics of the monster. Occasionally it would raise one

eye like a window-sash, and curious birds would fly forth, and, after

fluttering around, fly to the other end of the monster, who would throw

open an eye to admit them. As the Slambangaree deposited the boxwood top

in Reginald's pocket, it pointed to the monster, and said,

"That thing is a Cariftywhifty."

"What can a Cariftywhifty do?" asked Reginald.

"What can a Cariftywhifty do?" repeated the Slambangaree. "Why, a

Cariftywhifty can eat you, and that is what this Cariftywhifty is about

to do."

Then the Cariftywhifty chased Reginald into a corner, and took him into

his mouth as if he were a raw oyster, and soon had him beneath his

teeth, which were like the keys of a piano, and played tunes while it

was eating. When Reginald reached the inside of the Cariftywhifty's

teeth he found that he had not been hurt; and when he realized that he

was being swallowed he was greatly surprised to find that the monster's

throat consisted of a stairway, down which he walked into its stomach,

which was a beautiful garden. Boxwood tops were spinning on the limbs of

trees, and the place was lighted even at night by the Cariftywhifty's

eyes. The only time the place was dark was when the unique monster

closed its eyes. When the garden was suddenly darkened for a moment, and

then illuminated, it indicated that the owner had just winked. Reginald

knew that all this garden was in his own room, of course, but he didn't

know how he was going to gain his freedom. But he wandered down the main

path, seeing many curious sights, until he was chased by a lot of

bull-frogs of great size, that jumped great distances and turned

somersaults with ease. As these bull-frogs were made of _papier-maché_,

they had no sense of feeling, because when Reginald stepped upon one of

them it only made it laugh. They said they would put him in a box and

feed him on flies if they could only catch him. This caused poor

Reginald to redouble his efforts, and he was almost exhausted when he

readied the throat stairway at the other end of the Cariftywhifty. Up

these steps he bounded in safety, and was soon under the teeth of the

monster, that chewed him and emitted a tune with its musical teeth at

the same time.

In a moment Reginald was in his bed again, looking at the Slambangaree,

that was now so small that the poor worried boy knew the plum-pudding

must be almost digested. Finally the Slambangaree entered the mouth of

the Cariftywhifty, and the latter, bounding across the room for a flying

start, dashed through the window, and disappeared without breaking the

glass or making the slightest noise.

It must have been at that time that Reginald knocked upon my door. When

he was admitted he sat on the side of my bed, and told me all about the

Slambangaree, the Capecodger, and the Cariftywhifty, at the same time

saying that if he ever ate plum-pudding again he only hoped that he

would have his nightmare while asleep, and not when lying wide awake. I

have written his story down just as he told it to me, in the hope that

it may be a warning to other boys to always eat just plum-pudding

enough, and never too much, lest they meet with a midnight adventure

similar to that of little Reginald's.

[Illustration]

THE RIVER.

Down through the fields, by the poplars and birches,

Into the towns past the houses and churches,

On through the night while the curfew is tolling

The river goes bubbling and foaming and rolling

Under the bridges and over the stones,

Winding through swampland that nobody owns,

Spraying, and splashing, and murmuring free--

Onward it speeds from the hills to the sea!

[Illustration: Lynch. Hoffman. Cooley. Cheek. Bell. Jenks.

Whitman. Edwards. Dawson, (Capt.). Smith.

Steele. Morrel.

OAKLAND HIGH-SCHOOL ATHLETIC TEAM.

Interscholastic Champions of the Pacific Coast.]

[Illustration: Striebinger. Raby. Hord. Deming. McBride. Perkins.

Shechan. Alexander (Capt.). Cross.

Burke. Sullivan. Ruttle.

UNIVERSITY SCHOOL (CLEVELAND, OHIO) TRACK-ATHLETIC TEAM.]

[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT]

The superior value of team-work over individual brilliancy was

effectively demonstrated at the New York State Interscholastic games at

Tonawanda, New York, June 6. The honors of the occasion were carried off

by the Buffalo High-School team with 38 points, Syracuse H.-S. coming

second with 36, and Ithaca H.-S third with 27.

Ithaca boasted the most brilliant performer of the day--A. B.

Miller--who took four firsts, thereby earning twenty out of the

twenty-seven points to Ithaca's credit. Miller is a sprinter, and a

sprinter of the first class. He took the 100 in 10-3/5 sec., the 220 in

25-4/5 sec., the quarter in 52-2/5 sec., and the half in 2 min. 13

sec.--and all this in one afternoon against lively competition. The

other seven points for Ithaca were earned by F. E. Gibbons, who threw

the hammer 97 ft. 7 in., winning first place, and took third in the shot

with a put of 36 ft. 7 in., and third in the broad jump with 18 ft.

9-1/2 in.

Miller and Gibbons were the stars, and no other member of the Ithaca

team scored a single point. But these two giants, single-handed, could

not overcome the work of the little seconds and thirds that Buffalo and

Syracuse kept piling up against them. Buffalo took only three firsts;

Syracuse got four; but the Buffalo team grabbed almost every second and

third there was in sight, and thus, by general efficiency, easily

overcame the brilliant individual work of Ithaca's two star athletes.

Brilliant performers are much to be desired if they can be backed up by

other athletes of average capability; but they are almost useless, so

far as a victory is concerned, when all the work falls upon them, for

their achievements then practically count for nothing.

In many respects the performances made at the New York State meeting

were better than those recorded at the N. Y. Interscholastics on the

Berkeley Oval a few weeks ago, notably the high jump and the broad

jump--although these figures do not, of course, surpass the New York

city records. It is very probable, too, that Miller would have made

better time in his sprints if he could have had the advantage of a

better track and more favorable conditions. The Driving Park track at

Tonawanda on the day of these games was very heavy, and in none of the

running events were the records broken. In addition a strong wind blew

across the path and interfered with the speed of the sprinters. Besides

the unfavorable weather conditions, the meet was very badly managed;

there were no programmes, and no apparatus for the field events; the

jumping posts, etc, had to be obtained at the last moment, and this

occasioned considerable delay.

[Illustration: Stone. Eells. Rixon. Brown. McCormick. Parker. Cook.

Stetson. Bardeen. Cheney (Capt.). Goodwin. Harper. Ellsworth.

Twichall. Tiffany. Lyman. Spencer. Pendleton. Fox.

THE HOTCHKISS SCHOOL TRACK-ATHLETIC TEAM.]

When there were but three events left to be decided, Ithaca was ahead

with her final score, and Buffalo and Syracuse were tied for second

place with 26 points. The broad jump was then called, and Prinstein of

Syracuse took first place, making the score 31 for his team, while Purdy

of Buffalo took second, and brought the Buffalo score one ahead of

Ithaca. The pole vault followed, and Jackson settled matters for Buffalo

H.-S. by adding five points to the score. Purdy won the high jump at 5

ft. 8 in., and afterwards, in trying for a record, cleared 5 ft. 10 in.

This comes very close to Baltazzi's Interscholastic record.

New York State I.S.A.A. Games, Tonawanda, New York, June 5, 1896.

Event. Winner. Performance.

100-yard dash Miller, Ithaca H.-S. 10-3/5 sec.

220-yard dash Miller, Ithaca H.-S. 25-4/5 "

Quarter-mile run Miller, Ithaca H.-S. 52-2/5 "

Half-mile run Miller, Ithaca H.-S. 2 m. 13 "

One-mile run Brown, Roch. H.-S. 4 " 56-3/5 "

120-yard hurdles Taylor, Syr. H.-S. 19 "

220-yard hurdles Taylor, Syr. H.-S. 31-4/5 "

One-mile walk ----------

One-mile bicycle Miller, Buff. H.-S. 3 " 15-1/5 "

Running high jump Purdy, Buff. H.-S. 5 ft. 8 in.

Running broad jump Prinstein, Syr. H.-S. 20 " 9-1/2 "

Pole vault Jackson, Buff. H.-S. 9 " 10 "

Throwing 16-lb. hammer Gibbons, Ithaca H.-S. 97 " 7 "

Throwing 12-lb. hammer ----------

Putting 16-lb. shot Hall, Syr. H.-S. 37 " 9 "

Putting 12-lb. shot ----------

Wisconsin I.S.A.A. Games, Madison, Wisconsin, May 30, 1896.

Event. Winner. Performance.

100-yard dash McGowan, Eau Claire. 11 sec.

220-yard dash McGowan, Eau Claire. 23-1/4 "

Quarter-mile run Athearn, Oshkosh. 57-1/2 "

Half-mile run Disch, Mil. S.S. 2 m. 21 "

One-mile run Dodman, Mil. E.S. 5 " 3 "

120-yard hurdles Lyle, Madison. 20 "

220-yard hurdles Lyle, Madison. 29 "

One-mile walk Shepherd, Madison. 8 " 26 "

One-mile bicycle Comstock, Oshkosh. 3 " 30 "

Running high jump Gill, Whitewater. 5 ft. 4 in.

Running broad jump Schroeder, Mauston. 18 " 10 "

Pole vault Ward, Oshkosh. 9 " 3-1/2 "

Throwing 16-lb. hammer ----------

Throwing 12-lb. hammer Smith, Evansville. 101 " 10 "

Putting 16-lb. shot ----------

Putting 12-lb. shot Patterson, Evansville. 42 " 5-1/2 "

Pittsburg I.S.A.A. Games, Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, June 5, 1896.

Event. Winner. Performance.

100-yard dash Jarvis, E.L.A. 11 sec.

220-yard dash Jarvis, E.L.A. 24-3/5 "

Quarter-mile run Jarvis, E.L.A. 53-1/5 "

Half-mile run Bell, S.S.A. 2 m. 11-2/5 "

One-mile run Bell, S.S.A. 5 " 15 "

120-yard hurdles ----------

220-yard hurdles Jarvis, E.L.A. 34 "

One-mile walk ----------

One-mile bicycle Heinz, S.S.A. 3 " 55 "

Running high jump Kallock, P.H.S. 5 ft. 3 in.

Running broad jump Baird, E.L.A. 19 " 4 "

Pole vault Baird, E.L.A. 8 " 10 "

Throwing 16-lb. hammer Bell, S.S.A. 74 " 4 "

Throwing 12-lb. hammer ----------

Putting 16-lb. shot Bell, S.S.A. 33 " 2 "

Putting 12-lb. shot ----------

ABBREVIATIONS.--Roch. H.-S., Rochester (New York) High-School; Syr.

H.S., Syracuse (New York) High-School; Buff. H.-S., Buffalo (New

York) High-School; Mil. S.S., Milwaukee South Side High-School;

Mil. E.S., Milwaukee East Side High-School; E.L.A., East Liberty

Academy, Pittsburg, Pennsylvania; S.S.A., Shady Side Academy,

Pittsburg, Pennsylvania; P.H.S., Pittsburg High-School.

The Wisconsin School held their athletic meet at Madison, Wisconsin, on

May 30, and although the performances as a whole were below the average

of the records attained on the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, they will

stand comparison with almost any school figures in the middle West.

Nineteen schools sent teams to the meeting, and the points were

distributed as follows: Milwaukee East Side, 28; Milwaukee South Side,

19; Madison, 17; Eau Claire, 14; Oshkosh, 10; Janesville, 4; Fond du

Lac, 1; Whitewater, 7; Evansville, 14; Ripon, 5; Mauston, 7; Edgerton,

3; Wayland Academy, 4; Darlington, Dodgeville, Milwaukee West Side, Lake

Mills, and Beloit failed to score any points. In addition to the events

shown in the accompanying table, there was a relay race, which was won

by the Milwaukee East Side High-School. For some unexplained reason no

points were allowed to the winner of the one-mile bicycle-race, which

was apparently thrown in as a sort of extra event.

The Pittsburg Interscholastic Association held its second annual field

meeting on June 5, the victory going to East Liberty Academy with 23

points out of 64. Pittsburg H.-S. was a close second with 20 points, and

Shady Side Academy ran third with 17 points. The other schools followed

far in the rear, Park Institute getting only 3, and Allegheny High 1

point. Jarvis of East Liberty Academy stood head and shoulders above any

other contestant in the quality of his performances, and won four

firsts. He took the 100, the 220, and the quarter, and also finished

first in the low hurdles. He could not have been very hard pressed,

however, for the time was very slow.

In addition to the one-mile bicycle-race, which was a loaf for

three-quarters, there were three other bicycle events. These are not

shown on the accompanying table, because it has seemed more advisable,

for the purpose of comparison of performances, to record there only the

standard events. The quarter-mile bicycle-race was taken by McCready of

Pittsburg H.-S. in 35 sec.; he had no easy time of it, however, for

Heinz, S.S.A., who took the mile event, pressed him so closely that

there were but a few inches between the two as they reached the tape.

The two-mile bicycle-race was another uninteresting loaf, the

contestants crawling around the track for five laps. A pace-maker was

then put in and a spurt followed. Orr, P.H.S., won in 8 min. 3/5 sec.,

with McCready, his schoolmate, second. When it came to the half-mile

race, the officials decided to put in a tandem pace-maker in order to

prevent a third loaf, and a good race resulted. Orr again took first,

time, 1 min. 9-2/5 sec., with McCready second.

The list of events at the games this year was changed considerably from

last spring's schedule, but the house-cleaning did not go quite far

enough, for the hop-step-and-jump still remains on the card. Let us hope

it will be lost in the shuffle next year. Twelve of this season's events

were the same as those of a year ago, and eight of the 1895 records were

broken. It is probable that if Jarvis had been pushed he could have

lowered the figures in the 100 and the 220; as it was, he established a

record in the 440--53-1/5 sec.--which is better than the Pittsburg

collegiate performance done by Miller and Edwards at the recent local

meeting--54-3/5. Jarvis expects to enter Princeton next year, and will

be a valuable acquisition to the New Jersey college's track team, which

has never yet been a strong one. Bell, the long-distance runner and

weight man, who won four firsts at these games, and Heinz, the

bicycle-rider, both go to Yale.

The Oakland High-School athletes have every reason to feel proud of the

record they have made on track and field this year. The track team won

both the autumn and the spring field days of the Academic Athletic

League, and took eight points in the recent Pacific Coast Championships.

They have showed themselves to be so strong an aggregation that they can

only secure meetings with university teams. A set of dual games had been

arranged between the O.H.-S. and the Berkeley High-School, but this fell

through after Berkeley had been defeated by the Oakland athletes at the

recent A.A.L. field meeting. Challenges have been sent to many

high-schools and athletic clubs, but none of these have felt that they

were strong enough to stand any chance for success against the

Oaklanders, and all have adopted discretion as the better part of their

valor.

This year's High-School team, however, is much stronger than any this

school has ever turned out before, and it will probably be some time

before any such a collection of athletes will be gathered again under

the O.H.-S. colors. Three of the best men, Cheek, Jenks, and Dawson, go

to college in the fall, and they will add materially to the strength of

the University of California team. These three scored 24 out of the 42

points which O.H.-S. secured at the last field day. Cheek is by far the

most versatile of the trio, and will undoubtedly be heard from in the

near future. At present he holds four of his school's records--the

running broad jump, 22 ft.; the running high jump, 5 ft. 8 in.; the

16-lb. shot, 41 ft. 8-1/2 in.; and the pole vault, 10 ft. 5-1/2 in. In

addition to these events, he is a strong performer over the hurdles, and

throws the hammer beyond the hundred-foot mark.

Jenks is Oakland's sprinter, and holds the school record in both the

dashes. His figures are 10-4/5 sec. for the 100, and 24-3/5 sec. in the

220. He is a good quarter-miler besides, his best performance in that

line being the winning of the handicap a year ago last April from the

20-yard mark in 52-3/5 sec., coming in ahead of some of the best

quarter-milers on the Pacific coast. Dawson's specialty is hurdling. He

holds the school record of 29 sec. for the low hurdles, and his best

time for the high is 17-4/5 sec. He would doubtless have improved these

figures this spring if he had not had the responsibility of captaining

the team. It is much to be regretted that such scholastic athletic

talent as this could not be present at the National games last Saturday;

if they had, the results in many of the events would doubtless have been

different; for I feel confident that with better tracks and a more eager

competition they would be able to improve on their home figures.

In baseball the Oaklanders have as good a record as in track athletics.

Their nine this year won every game played, and the contests were not

only with academic teams, but also with some of the strongest nines in

that section. Two years ago the O.H.-S. had the reputation of possessing

the best team of amateur baseball-players on the Pacific coast. So great

is the interest in athletics there that the Grammar and Primary schools

of Oakland got up a field day on May 23. There was a great deal of

enthusiasm displayed by the colts, and their best performances were in

the high jump, 5 ft. 3 in.; and the quarter-mile run, 59 sec. The

season, however, is now pretty well closed, and not until next fall will

there be any great activity in any kind of sport among the schools of

California.

The activity in sport of the Californiana has acted as an incentive to

many schools in the middle West. I know this to be true from

correspondence I have had with many captains of teams in that section of

the country. Foremost among those who have been drawn into emulation of

the Oaklanders are the athletes of the University School of Cleveland,

Ohio. Comparatively little had been done in athletics there until about

a year ago, but since that time a great improvement has been noticeable,

and at the University School's field day a week or so ago some very good

figures were made. Alexander threw the hammer 123 ft. 6 in.; Hord

vaulted 9 ft. 9-1/2 in.; McBride jumped 5 ft. 5-1/2 in.; and Alexander

put the shot 36 ft. 6 in. It will not be long before the records in the

middle West will equal those of any of the scholastic associations of

the country.

Iowa H.-S.A.A. Games, Cedar Rapids, May 22, 1896.

Event. Winner. Performance.

100-yard dash Jackson, Cedar Rapids. 10-3/5 sec.

220-yard dash Jackson, Cedar Rapids. 23 "

Quarter-mile run Carmichael, Clinton. 51-1/5 "

Half-mile run Brown, Sioux City. 2 m. 6 "

One-mile run Brown, Sioux City. 5 " 8-3/5 "

120-yard hurdles Horton, Muscatine. No time taken.

220-yard hurdles Conger, Clinton. 29-1/5 "

One-mile walk Davis, Clinton. 8 " 6-3/5 "

Running high jump Flournoy, Clinton. 5 ft. 8 in.

Running broad jump Jackson, Cedar Rapids. 20 " 1/4 "

Pole vault Walsh, Clinton. 9 " 2 "

Throwing 16-lb. hammer Leo, Cedar Rapids. 89 " 5 "

Putting 16-lb. shot Hartung, Des Moines. 32 " 11-3/4 "

Two-mile bicycle Cherry, Cedar Rapids. 5 m. 59 sec.

Half-mile bicycle Cherry, Cedar Rapids. 1 " 14-2/5 "

When the Iowa State H.-S.A.A. held its first field meeting last year

this Department criticised the schedule of events, which contained a

number of acrobatic feats not usually recognized as track or field

events. It is with great pleasure, therefore, that I notice a change

this year. The Iowans are certainly a progressive set of athletes, as

has certainly been proved by their sending a team to the National games

of last Saturday.

Clinton High-School is the leading institution in athletics there at

present. Clinton won the championship among the Iowa schools, and also,

in a dual meet, defeated Rockford H.-S., whose team won the Illinois

championship.

The Clinton High-School team also challenged the Milwaukee team, but

their invitation for a dual contest was not accepted. The Iowa

Association is the only one, I believe, of the Western interscholastic

leagues that has joined the National I.S.A.A., and for this they deserve

great credit. Their action and enterprise will no doubt be of the

greatest benefit to sport in that region, and will serve to place the

Iowa schools in the front rank of scholastic athletics.

THE GRADUATE.

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[Illustration: BICYCLING]

This Department is conducted in the interest of Bicyclers, and the

Editor will be pleased to answer any question on the subject. Our

maps and tours contain many valuable data kindly supplied from the

official maps and road-books of the League of American Wheelmen.

Recognizing the value of the work being done by the L.A.W., the

Editor will be pleased to furnish subscribers with membership

blanks and information so far as possible.

[Illustration: Copyright, 1896, by Harper & Brothers.]

Continuing the journey from Hartford to Pittsfield, leave Canaan by

turning to the right just before reaching the railroad, and follow the

railroad itself a little over five miles north to Sheffield. There is a

good deal of sandy riding to Sheffield, and at Sheffield the Berkshire

country begins, where you are sure to find good roads; the road is no

longer sandy, but is gravel, well laid, and kept in good condition. From

Sheffield, running along on the western bank of the Housatonic River

close by the Housatonic Railroad, the road is direct into Great

Barrington, it being only necessary for the rider to remember that he

must keep to the right just out of Sheffield Plain, and instead of

crossing the track keep between the track and the river. Still following

the railroad, run out of Great Barrington on the north, cross the

railroad, keeping to the left, and then to the right at Mansfield Pond,

and run direct to Williamsville through Van Deusenville by the road

already described in a recent number; but instead of entering

Williamsville, turn to the right just before the town is reached, cross

the Housatonic Railroad at Housatonic, and follow the branch road,

keeping near the track all the way to Glendale; thence going north, run

direct to Curtisville, through Stockbridge, leaving Stockbridge Bowl on

the right. After passing through Curtisville run direct by West Street

into Lenox. There are other roads, but this particular one is at present

in the best condition.

Leaving Lenox by Main Street, the road is direct to Pittsfield, it being

possible for the rider either to turn to the right at the fork, about

three or four miles out from Lenox into what is called the Middle Road,

or to keep straight on what is called the South Road. Either way brings

you into Pittsfield itself, and the rider will here reach the point

where, by reversing the map given in No. 866 of HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, he

may proceed to Hudson, on the Hudson River, and thence run down the

Hudson to New York. By following the descriptions already given, it will

be seen that the rider joined the route from Hudson to Pittsfield at

Great Barrington; but unless he is making a regular circuit and his time

is limited, he is strongly advised to run on up through Stockbridge and

Lenox to Pittsfield, and to reverse the journey in coming back to

Hudson, as, if he turns westward at Great Barrington and runs to Hudson

direct, he will miss one of the most delightful roads in Massachusetts.

Or he may turn eastward from Pittsfield, and proceed towards the middle

of Massachusetts by routes which we hope to give in the near future.

This country is so well adapted in every way, except the one of hills,

for bicycling that in reality almost any route is a good one, and any

wheelman who is out for pleasure, and is not limited absolutely as to

time, will do well to study the country as he goes along, to make

inquiries, and to pick out short or long runs for himself.

NOTE.--Map of New York city asphalted streets in No. 809. Map of

route from New York to Tarrytown in No. 810. New York to Stamford,

Connecticut, in No. 811. New York to Staten Island in No. 812. New

Jersey from Hoboken to Pine Brook in No. 813. Brooklyn in No. 814.

Brooklyn to Babylon in No. 815. Brooklyn to Northport in No. 816.

Tarrytown to Poughkeepsie in No. 817. Poughkeepsie to Hudson in No.

818. Hudson to Albany in No. 819. Tottenville to Trenton in No.

820. Trenton to Philadelphia in No. 821. Philadelphia in No. 822.

Philadelphia-Wissahicken Route in No. 823. Philadelphia to West

Chester in No. 824. Philadelphia to Atlantic City--First Stage in

No. 825; Second Stage in No. 826. Philadelphia to Vineland--First

Stage in No. 827; Second Stage in No. 828. Now York to

Boston--Second Stage in No. 829; Third Stage in No. 830; Fourth

Stage in No. 831; Fifth Stage in No. 832; Sixth Stage in No. 833.

Boston to Concord in No. 834. Boston in No. 835. Boston to

Gloucester in No. 836. Boston to Newburyport in No. 837. Boston to

New Bedford in No. 838. Boston to South Framingham in No. 839.

Boston to Nahant in No. 840. Boston to Lowell in No. 841. Boston to

Nantasket Beach in No. 842. Boston Circuit Ride in No. 843.

Philadelphia to Washington--First Stage in No. 844; Second Stage in

No. 845; Third Stage in No. 846; Fourth Stage in No. 847; Fifth

Stage in No. 848. City of Washington in No. 849. City of Albany in

No. 854; Albany to Fonda in No. 855; Fonda to Utica in No. 856;

Utica to Syracuse in No. 857; Syracuse to Lyons in No. 858; Lyons

to Rochester in No. 859; Rochester to Batavia in No. 860; Batavia

to Buffalo in No. 861; Poughkeepsie to Newtown in No. 864; Newtown

to Hartford in No. 865; New Haven to Hartford in No. 866; Hartford

to Springfield in No. 867; Hartford to Canaan in No. 868.

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This Department is conducted in the interest of Girls and Young

Women, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any questions on

the subject so far as possible. Correspondents should address

Editor.

If you wish to form an association of the graduates of your school, do

not hesitate to do so because you are few in number, or because the

school is not very well known. Some of the best work is done in obscure

schools, and our love for our own girls and our own teachers has nothing

whatever to do with the fame of the institution.

In beginning send word to all the girls who have ever been graduated

from your school to attend, if they can, the Commencement exercises of

this season. It will be easy when all are together to plan for future

reunions. These may be held monthly, quarterly, or annually. If you form

an Alumnæ Association, you will require a president, a secretary and

treasurer, and an executive committee to carry forward the work which I

hope you will have in mind, as well as to do your planning for pleasure.

This work may lie in any one of several directions. You may like, if you

are rich, or have many well-to-do friends, to endow a chair of history

or poetry in your school, or to found a scholarship, on which some

fortunate girl, not able to pay for her own tuition, may always be

educated. If you cannot raise much money, you may still be able each

year to do something for your school--add books to its library, or a

beautiful picture to its drawing-room, or in some way show your

attachment to the dear old school.

On the other hand, if you haven't any definite work which you wish to

do, you will keep up the school friendships and the pleasant

recollections, which will day by day and year by year grow more

precious, by the simple plan of meeting from time to time. Perhaps you

will have a luncheon when you meet, and in order to provide funds for

this you may each contribute a dollar or two dollars, as may be, and let

one or two of your number act as a committee to provide the feast. At

this the president will preside. You will place the guest of honor at

her right, and the next in importance at her left. A card with each

girl's name will be at every plate, and the table will be adorned with

flowers. If as a school you have a special color, or a special flower,

you will choose your decorations with that in view.

A good _menu_ at this season would be the following:

Small Clams on the half-shell.

Chicken Bouillon (served in cups).

Minced Salmon.

Chops with Pease and Potatoes Parisienne.

Olives. Salted Almonds. Radishes.

Lettuce or Asparagus Salad.

Crackers. Guava Jelly. Cream Cheese.

Strawberries and Ice-Cream.

Small Cakes. Bonbons. Peppermint Creams.

Coffee.

You may vary the bill of fare in any manner you choose. It may be very

simple or very elaborate, but let everything be nicely cooked and very

daintily served.

After the luncheon you will of course have speeches. The president opens

the ball, having first rapped for order. She introduces the speakers of

the occasion, who have been consulted beforehand, and who have had

subjects assigned to them. There will be a great deal of fun, and many

ripples of laughter, and at the very end you should sing the class song

to some familiar air. I ought to have said that I like at the beginning

of such a luncheon some acknowledgment of our Heavenly Father's

goodness. The president may recite grace. "Bless, O Lord, this

refreshment to our use, and us to Thy service," is a very beautiful and

appropriate form; or, rising, the whole number may say grace in common,

or may sing "Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow."

No end of pleasure and a good deal of profit will follow your forming

such an association. Many schools and colleges now find it one of the

most delightful incidents of their lives.

C. F. R.--In addressing older people or friends of one's own age it

is customary to say "Yes, father," or "Yes, Miss Isabel," as the

case may be. "Yes, sir," and "Yes, ma'am," are now out of fashion.

To your second question, it depends on circumstances. I see no

reason why boys and girls should not be comrades, without any silly

sentiment to spoil their pleasure. Black specks and other

disfigurements of the skin may be cured by rigid cleanliness. Wash

the face every night with hot water and a pure toilet soap.

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Songs.

Franklin

Square

Collection.

It would be difficult, if not impossible, to gather more features of

interest into a work of this kind. Not only are many of the best songs

and hymns in the English language here given--both old and new--but

there are also songs and hymns for children and the schools. There are

songs of home and of country, of love and fame, of heart and soul, of

devotion and praise, with their sad and sweet or lively melodies, and

with grand old chorals that stir the heart and lift it in worship.

Besides the words and music, explanatory and historic notes are given to

indicate their origin and significance. These books cannot fail to

become immensely popular.--_Lutheran Observer._

Sold Everywhere. Price, 50 cents; Cloth, $1.00. Full contents of

the Several Numbers, with Specimen Pages of favorite Songs and

Hymns, sent by Harper & Brothers, New York, to any address.

In-door Exercise of a "Shut In."

I am a "Shut In"--that is, I am not strong, and able to be out but

occasionally. I admire athletic sports, and am doing all I can to

get stronger. The following is my exercising programme: As soon as

I get up I do the double bend fifty times; that is, I touch my feet

with my clinched fists without bending the knee. If you have not

tried it, do so; you'll find out how easy it is. Then I take a

cane, grasp it firmly, and swing it over my head twenty-five times

to my back without bending the elbows or arms at all. Next I take

my dumb-bells and go through the exercises with them, first down

sideways, front, above head, and then swing them back until they

touch in back. This I keep up until about ten minutes have elapsed.

After breakfast, if favorable, I take a brisk walk for about half

an hour, and feel very much refreshed. Shortly after luncheon I

exercise on an exerciser, and that completes my athletic training

for the day. I have done this for about six months, and have missed

about twenty days in doing so. It is getting very tiresome, but I

am "sticking" to it. I would like to hear of other Knights and

Ladies who conduct such in-door exercise.

C. ARNOLD KRUCKMAN.

ST. LOUIS.

* * * * *

Music as a Bond of Union.

Our familiar tune "America," for which the late Dr. Smith wrote the

patriotic words, is a very old one, and is the national air of Great

Britain and of Germany, as well as of the United States--if we may be

said to have any one national tune. Some time since the King of Italy

and the Emperor of Germany met in an Italian city. The Emperor of

Germany is, you know, a grandson of Queen Victoria of England. The

Italian band, out of compliment to the visiting sovereign, played the

German national air. An English woman in the crowd, ignorant of the fact

that her "God save the Queen," like our "God bless our native land," is

not exclusive property, but borrowed, remarked, with characteristic

English assurance, "How sweet of them at such a time to remember Emperor

William's grandmother!"

* * * * *

This Busy World Forgets Us Easily.

Fame is not a very tangible thing. United States Senator Aldrich of

Rhode Island, has represented his State for many years, and was very

prominent in the framing of the tariff bill which is called after the

name of Governor McKinley. The Senator tells the following incident,

adding that he has never had a conceited moment since it occurred:

"Not long since I was journeying from Providence to New York, when a

business man of my own State, a man of prominence and wealth, and an old

friend of mine, fell in with me, and at once said:

"'Good-morning, Senator. Where are you going?'

"'Oh, I am going to Washington,' said I.

"'What are you going there for?'

"'To attend to my public duties.'

"'Why, what duties--what duties do you have in Washington?'

"Blushing, I replied that I was still a United States Senator.

"'Oh yes,' said the business man of prominence, wealth, and standing;

'you were elected to the Senate, weren't you?' After a pause:

'By-the-way, who is the other Senator from Rhode Island?'"

* * * * *

A Spirited Contest.

On Friday evening, May 15, the Second Annual Oratorical Contest of

the high-schools of Chicago took place in Central Music Hall. The

prizes offered were large; to the first three, gold medals valued

at $25 each were given, in addition to a cash prize of $100 to the

first, $75 to the second, and $50 to the third. These gifts were

made possible through the kindness of Messrs. Alfred S. Trude,

Franklin H. Head, and Charles S. Thornton.

There were two sets of markings--one set, on thought and

composition, the judges being Henry B. Fuller, John Vance Cheney,

and Franklin MacVeagh; the other set, on delivery, the judges being

Luther Laflin Mills, Henry Wade Rodgers, and Judge John Barton

Payne.

Mr. Bertram G. Nelson, of the Englewood High-School, spoke on the

"Problem of History," and obtained first prize. Mr. Harrison S.

Smalley, of the North Division High-School, spoke on the subject,

"Are We Free?" and received second prize. Miss Nellie M. McPherson,

of South Division High-School, spoke on "War," and earned third

prize. Altogether there were eight contestants.

The system of marking was the average system, in which the marks

are averaged up, and the highest average gets first place. Mr.

Smalley received, out of a possible six firsts, five firsts, but

because Mr. MacVeagh, "the Scholar in Politics," marked him down,

he was deprived of a victory, which under any other system of

marking would rightly have been given to him.

ALBERT V. DE ROODE, K.R.T.

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Here You Get Whatever You Want.

The Washington Chapter, No. 176, has organized an educational

department, to which members may send their questions and have them

answered on the following subjects, viz., arithmetic, grammar,

United States history, physiology, advanced English, algebra,

Latin, Roman history, book-keeping, zoology, etc. Test papers are

issued every three months on the above subjects.

GEORGE P. PAUL,

824 RIVER STREET, TROY, N. Y.

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Any questions in regard to photograph matters will be willingly

answered by the Editor of this column, and we should be glad to

hear from any of our club who can make helpful suggestions.

WHATMAN'S PAPER FOR PRINTING.

Whatman's drawing or water-color paper is a very pure paper, and may be

sensitized and used for photographic prints. The process is quite

simple. Dissolve 75 grains of chloride of ammonium in 1 quart of water,

filter through cotton or filtering-paper, and soak the paper in this

solution for three minutes, or until it is thoroughly saturated; then

lay it on a clean flat surface to dry, using care in handling so as to

avoid stretching or tearing. This process is called "salting the paper."

The sensitizing solution is prepared as follows: Dissolve 3/4 oz. of

nitrate of silver in 8 oz. of water. Take two-thirds of this solution,

and precipitate the silver by adding strong ammonia water drop by drop.

This will cause the solution to turn brown. Continue adding the ammonia

till this brown precipitate is dissolved and the solution becomes clear

again. As soon as it clears, turn in the rest of the silver solution

which contains no ammonia. The mixture will again become discolored, and

must be cleared by adding a few drops of acetic acid. Filter and place

in a glass-stoppered bottle.

Fasten a sheet of the salted paper to a flat board, and with a soft wide

brush apply the solution, brushing first one way of the paper and then

the other. Brush very lightly so as not to roughen the paper. The

solution must be applied by gas or lamp light, and the paper dried in

the dark. When dry it is ready for printing. The prints should be deeper

than those made on aristo-paper. Tone in any good combined bath. The

following formula may be used; and is also suitable for any mat-surface

paper: Dissolve 1 oz. of hypo in 6 oz. of water, and filter. Dissolve

7-1/2 grains of pure trichloride of gold in 1 oz. of water. Add this

gold solution drop by drop to the hypo solution, shaking the mixture

frequently during the operation. This is a stock solution. To prepare

the toning bath take 1-1/2 oz. of this stock solution and mix it with

7-1/2 oz. of a ten-per-cent. solution of hypo. (A ten-per-cent. solution

is made by dissolving 1 oz. of hypo in 9 oz. of water.)

Place the prints in this bath without previous washing, and tone to the

desired color. Almost any tone from reddish-brown to black may be

obtained, the tone depending on the length of the time the print is left

in the toning bath. Wash well and pin on a flat board, and set the board

in an upright position till the prints are dry. The paper is of

sufficient weight not to require mounting, and the paper should be cut

large enough to leave a wide margin all round the print. For a 4 by 5

picture cut the paper 8 by 10 inches. In printing, the paper--except

where the picture is to appear--should be covered. Take a piece of

opaque paper the size of the sensitized sheet, and cut an opening in the

centre a little smaller than the negative from which the print is to be

made, and print the picture through this opening.

Another way to shield the paper from the light is to cut a square of

paper the size desired for the finished print. Paste this lightly in the

centre of a sheet of plain glass, and paint all the clear glass with

Strauss's marl or Gihon's opaque. When the paste is dry remove the

paper, and print through the clear glass in the centre.

Pictures made on Whatman's paper are not common, as few amateurs know

how to make them, but the process is very easy. The paper can be

sensitized with any of the solutions used for making tinted prints,

directions for which have recently been given. A collection of fine

prints made on Whatman's paper, using papers of different tints, is

always much admired, and well repays one for the extra labor required to

prepare the paper.

SIR KNIGHT ARTHUR F. ATKINSON, 1711 I Street, Sacramento, Cal., who

is president of the Niepce Chapter of the Round Table, a chapter

devoted to the interests of amateur photographers, has sent out

circulars to all the members asking their co-operation in

reorganizing the chapter. This chapter has been very active, and

has been a great help to its members. It should not be allowed to

disband, and the charter members will gladly welcome any members of

the Camera Club to its membership who will help to sustain the

chapter. Send names and addresses to the president. The editor of

this column is an associate member of the Niepce chapter, and hopes

to see it as large and flourishing as formerly.

SIR KNIGHT HOWARD WHIPPLE, N.D., asks for a formula for making a

toning-bath out of dentists' scrap-gold. Sir Howard will find his

answer in No. 868 of the ROUND TABLE.

SIR KNIGHT RICHARD P. M'COUN asks how to prepare paper for

printing, and if the soda developer can be used over after the pyro

has been added. Directions for preparing sensitive paper are given

in this number. The developer should be thrown away after using,

unless one is going to develop in a day or two. The developer works

very slowly after having been once used, though it is useful in

starting development when the exposure is over-timed.

SIR KNIGHT BURT TUCK asks if there is any remedy for over-exposed

negatives. See No. 821 of the ROUND TABLE for treatment of

over-exposed plates.

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This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin

collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question

on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should address

Editor Stamp Department.

A bill was introduced late in the session of the Congress which has just

adjourned proposing to allow business-men to send out circulars or

letters, with return envelopes, on which prepayment shall not be

compulsory, but may be collected of the firm sending them out when

returned to them. It is claimed that the postal revenues would be

increased $30,000,000 per year. Probably the bill will be heard from

next winter. Senator Cullom proposed that the printing of the

postage-stamps be transferred to one of the bank-note companies. This

would be a move in the right direction, as the government manufacture of

the present issue has not been a success.

O. H. SCHELL.--The ordinary English stamps were printed in sheets

of 240. Each, stamp was different as far as the letters were

concerned. The first stamp on the sheet bore A. B. in the upper

corners, B. A. in the lower corners. The second stamp, A. C. in the

upper, C. A. in the lower corners, etc. The second row bore B. A.

in the upper, A. B. in the lower corners, etc.

H. D. GRAHAM.--The line under the word "Postage" in the Hartford

die of the centennial envelope is single. In the Philadelphia die

it is double. All revenue stamps and stamped papers are collected

by philatelists who make a specialty of this branch. U. S. Locals

and Telegraphs are largely collected. I never saw a Postage Due

U.S. in blue. I presume you have an essay of proof color. Did you

take it off of a letter?

W. T. FENNER.--The comparative worth of cancelled and uncancelled

stamps varies, but as a rule the unused stamps are worth much more.

In some instances, however, where large quantities were printed and

only a few used, the proportion is the other way. A set of Postage

Due U.S. of the current issue is worth face value only.

F. A. R.--The 3c. blue U. S. is 1869 issue, worth 1c. used, 15c.

unused. The green centennial envelope is worth 25c.

R. BREHMER, 15 High Street, Rutland, Vt., wishes to exchange

stamps, especially with foreign collectors.

E. R. BEERE.--A Mexican dollar has more silver than an American

dollar, but is worth only half as much. The 1806 half-cent is worth

15c.

E. W. KEIFER.--The 1895 U.S. silver dollar is worth face only. The

usual custom among numismatists is to obtain the fresh coins

directly from the mint through a Philadelphia agent.

E. HALL.--Never cut a pair or a strip of unperforated stamps. They

are worth more together than singly.

TOM C.--All the low values U.S. issued during the last ten or

twelve years can be bought of any dealer at twice face value, with

the exception of a few rare shades. The dealers at present have a

full supply, and many smaller post-offices still have quantities on

hand. Probably in ten years or so dealers will have sold the bulk

of these common stamps (at constantly increasing prices), and will

then be glad to buy the same stamps back at much more than they

sold them for. Age has nothing to do with value. You can buy Roman

copper coins nearly two thousand years old at 10c. or 15c. each.

H. M. KAISINGER.--This Stamp Department has been a feature of

HARPER'S ROUND TABLE since December 19, 1893.

J. P. JOHNSON.--The 1804 cent is worth $4; the 1804 half-cent is

worth 15c.

S. MULHALL.--Your stamp is an India Revenue, not collected in this

country. The only exceptions are those revenue stamps surcharged

"Service Postage," and used for postage in 1867. The surcharge is

in green ink. The values of the four varieties are, 1/2 anna, $3; 2

annas, $12; 4 annas, $25; 8 annas, $75.

J. O. HALL.--The 6 kr. Würtemberg 1858 issue, unused, is worth

$300; used, 40c. The 1859 one is 9 kr.--used, 10c.; unused, $100.

W. W. JONES.--The philatelic button can be bought of C. W.

Kissenger, Box 236, Reading, Pa.

S. MANNING.--French colonial stamps bear the name of the colony in

which they are used. Among the colonies are several in Africa and

Madagascar. Why so many varieties are made it is impossible to say,

but probably the profit in selling to collectors was taken into

account by the French government. Oesterreich is Austria.

PHILATUS.

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A garb of white well typifies

The purity that inward lies.

So Ivory's whiteness doth express

That pure clean soap brings cleanliness.

Copyrighted, 1896, by The Proctor & Gamble Co., Cin'ti.

You get what

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THE NEW YORK SUN _on April 11, 1896, said of_

HARPER'S

PERIODICALS

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them; they overflow with varied material for the reader. They educate

and entertain. They are the well-known and well-liked literary and

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AT FROGINI'S RESTAURANT.

Oh, how we gloat

On our table d'hôte

At old Frogini's restaurant!

He gives us pies.

And pickled flies,

And everything else we chance to want.

He gives us fruits,

And candied boots,

And Saratoga chips frappé,

And cider green,

And iced benzine,

And never asks a cent of pay.

There's but one thing

In all the ring

You can't get at this fine hotel;

All kinds or eggs,

But not frogs' legs--

A fact you'd better note right well.

For if you asked Frogini for

Frogs' legs, he'd take you to the door,

And spite of all your fuss and roar,

He'd hurl you like a pile of bricks,

With many hard and fearful kicks,

Into the street, and cry, "My dear,

That's how we serve up frogs' legs here."

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A FEW FOURTH OF JULY HINTS.

I.--When the Fourth of July is not more than a week or two off, it is

well to make your preparations fittingly to celebrate the glorious

Independence day, and not wait until the day itself to get ready.

II.--To enjoy thoroughly all the pleasures of the blissful anniversary,

purchase a pair of tight-fitting asbestos gloves. With a pair of

asbestos gloves on, you could hold the pin of a pin-wheel in your hand

without getting your hand burned.

III.--Be very kind in these late June days to your uncles and your aunts

and your grandmothers. When the writer was a small boy he was very kind

to seven uncles, six aunts, and two grandmothers for fourteen days

before the Fourth of July, with the result that the seven uncles gave

him half a dollar each, the six aunts presented him with a quarter

apiece, and the two grandmothers joined in presenting him with a

five-dollar bill, so that on the morning of the Fourth of July he was

the proud possessor of ten dollars; and ten dollars, with fire-crackers

selling at the rate of ten for one cent, meant that the writer could

have had 10,000 fire-crackers to set off. It must be said, however, that

he set off only 5000 of them, and spent the balance on soda-water, two

glasses of which, like a good boy, he gave to his two grandmothers.

IV.--When the Fourth comes do not forget to rise up at half past three

in the morning. There is not much fun in setting off fire-crackers in

broad daylight when everybody is wide-awake; and besides this, the big

boys always start in with cannon, and if you lie in bed after half past

three you are apt to miss the greatest noise of the day.

V.--If you live in a neighborhood where there are a number of reckless

boys, do not fail to wear a mask. Reckless boys do not look where they

throw their lighted crackers, as a rule, and it has happened that

innocent little fellows have had their noses burned by the carelessness

of others. A mask will save the bridge of your nose, and of course you

all know that if the bridge of your nose is burned it is a hard thing to

get over.

VI.--Do not throw your torpedoes at the poor little cats that wander

forlornly about. The poor little cats are so soft that the torpedoes

merely hurt them, without going off, so that neither you nor the cats

can possibly enjoy the fun of it.

VII.--Keep on the right side of the cook. Do not irritate her, and give

her to understand that she is the dearest, nicest old cook in the world,

for she is the custodian of all the empty lard and mustard cans in the

house; and when you come right down to it, there is more fun and noise

to be had out of a bundle of fire-crackers set off in a lard or mustard

can than in two packs touched off in the open air. And what is more, if

you burn your fingers she will in most cases be the person you can reach

the quickest, and who will soothe your trouble and pain by putting flour

and butter on your blisters.

VIII.--Be careful where you lay your lighted pieces of punk. The writer

once put a lighted piece of punk on the floor of the back piazza, and,

forgetting it, sat down upon it five minutes later. There was an

explosion right away, of grief.

IX.--Be generous to your little girl friends. Remember that when your

fire-crackers have given out they may have some torpedoes left.

X.--When night comes on, no matter how early in the morning you may have

got up, remember not to get sleepy. The best part of the Fourth of July,

after all, is in the sky-rockets and roman-candles and pin-wheels.

XI.--Do not under any circumstances set off sissers in the palm of your

hand. The writer did that once, and he has really never enjoyed the

Fourth of July since.

XII.--And, finally, don't forget that you are an American who will some

day be a man or woman, and try to do things on the Fourth which, when

you get to be a man or a woman, will make you proud of the day,

yourself, and your country. This hint is, after all, the most important

one of all, and if you will ask your uncles or your aunts or your dear

old grandmothers to tell you all about it--the day, how it came to be,

and what it means--_now_, a week or two before the day dawns, you will

enjoy it all the more, and will be happy to think that you live in the

land which is the only one that celebrates "the glorious Fourth."

* * * * *

GOING OFF.

"Papa, where are we going this summer?"

"I don't know, Willie. Off somewhere."

"Off, eh?" said Willie. "Like fire-crackers?"

* * * * *

A MAGNIFICENT LAP.

"I wish my daddy was a centiped," said Jack. "If he had a hundred legs,

what a splendid lap I'd have to sit on! Most an acre, I guess."

* * * * *

WALLIE'S VIEW OF IT.

"I guess that bird wishes he knew how to swim," said Wallie. "He's gone

and built a nest in our roof gutters, and if he can't swim he's got to

travel or get drownded."

* * * * *

A NEW IDEA.

"George Washington must have been a awful tired man," said Jack.

"Tired? Why?" asked his father.

"It says here he couldn't lie," said Jack, referring to his book. "When

I'm tired I can lie down."

End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, June 23, 1896, by Various