I live up here near the North Woods, and it is hard work to get
books to read, and the winters are long. My father is a guide, and
will send any one who will mail me a good book, a map of the Canada
lake region, showing the route from Utica, _via_ Trenton Falls,
through the wilderness to the lakes.
My father was in the war, and when the powder-magazine blew up at
Yorktown, Virginia, in December, 1863, he found between the walls
of an old brick house a curious pipe, made of mahogany, bone, and
brass, and he says I may offer it in exchange for a printing-press
and type, or a very fine scroll-saw and the attachments.
I am eleven years old, and my pa says your paper is full of the
best reading for boys.