CONNY LOSES HIS FATHER.
Dr. Hunter was riding leisurely on his morning rounds among the few
people who managed to be sick at Dunsmore in spite of the clear sweet
air that carried the balmy scent of the forests into all its pleasant
valleys. Under the seat of his sulky was his little old-fashioned box of
medicines, and close at his hand a tin box containing what was in the
doctor's eyes quite as valuable--a specimen of a rare plant which he had
discovered in a cleft of gray rock, and secured at the cost of some
pretty hard climbing. The road upon which he was driving wound along the
mountain-side, and he could look down upon the tops of the trees below,
noting here and there the scattered buildings and stacks of feed that
marked some little farm in a clearing, and from the very densest spot of
all a faint thread of blue smoke rising above the trees. He had often
noticed it, and more than once had asked about it, but no one gave him
any satisfactory answer. You would have supposed that of all the men and
women in Dunsmore not one had even chanced to see that smoke until the
doctor's eyes had spied it.
"Smoke, sor?--so it be," said old Timothy, with a great pretense of
straining his eyes to see it. "It's a fire in the woods, belike. Some
tramping fellows on a hunt."
"It is always in one spot," said the doctor, "though sometimes it
disappears for weeks. Is there any road that way?"
"Not the track of a squurl, yer honor. There's not a wilder bit in all
the State, I'm thinkin'."
"I believe one might find a way on horseback," said the doctor, "and I
shall try it some day."
"Ye'd best not do it. I'd be loath to see ye leaving a good trade for a
bad one." Timothy grasped his hickory cane, and shook his grizzled head
at the doctor. Then, coming a step nearer, he whispered,
"_Moonshiners_."
"To be sure," said the doctor, turning again to look at the smoke.
"It's a bad business," said Timothy, carefully studying the doctor's
face.
"Yes, it's a bad business, making whiskey, or selling it, or drinking
it; but paying a tax to the government does not make it any better. I
believe every dollar that comes to the government from such a source is
a curse."
Timothy drew a long breath.
"You're right, sor. I'm not beholden to the stuff myself; but yer
honor's done me a good turn, and I couldn't see ye bringin' trouble on
yerself by askin' too many questions. It mightn't be--pop'lar, sor."
The doctor asked no more questions, but he watched the blue smoke more
curiously than ever, wondering much about the outlaws who carried on
their secret trade in the mountain fastnesses. He had been thinking of
them that very morning as he rode along, with the reins lying loosely on
his knee, when suddenly Prince gave a start that roused his driver. A
small figure stepped out from the shadow of a rock, and stood close
beside the gig, saying,
"Would you come to my feyther, sir?"
"Who is your father?" asked the doctor.
"He's sick this three days," answered the boy.
"What is his name? Where do you live?"
"It's not far, sir," said the boy, without answering the question.
"Well, jump in here;" and the doctor held down his hand.
"Ye'll not be riding, sir; it's a bit off the road."
The doctor hesitated a moment, then fastened Prince securely in the edge
of the woods, and with his box in his hand prepared to follow his guide.
"Now, then, Johnny, go ahead."
"My name is Conny, sir," said the boy.
"Conny, is it? And what else?"
"Just Conny, sir;" and the boy led the way rapidly through what looked
like a pathless tangle, until below a sharp ledge of rocks they struck a
little stream by whose side they found a narrow but easy passage into
the very heart of the wood.
[Illustration: "THEY CAME UPON A SMALL WEATHER-BEATEN CABIN."]
"Surely no human being can live here," thought the doctor; but at that
very moment they came upon a small weather-beaten cabin, so low and gray
that one might easily have passed it unnoticed among the rocks that hung
over it, and the bushes that crowded around and in front of it. The
roof, thatched with bark, had fallen in at one end, and the place looked
as if it might have been forsaken for years. But the boy led him around
to the rear, and they entered quite a comfortable room, with a decent
bed in one corner, on which a man was lying with his face to the wall.
"Feyther," said the boy, "I've brought the doctor to ye."
The man neither moved nor answered, and the doctor, going up to the bed,
was shocked to see that he was dead. He turned to Conny and asked, "Has
your father been long sick?"
"Always sick, sir. He couldn't work at the North, and they told him if
he came here the air would cure him, and the smell of the trees, but he
coughed just the same."
"Where is your mother?"
"Dead, sir."
"And there is no one but you and your father?"
"Only us two, sir."
"Conny," said the doctor, slowly, "I am afraid your father is dead."
Conny did not answer for a moment, but his thin brown face settled into
a look of disappointment.
"He said he should die, sir, and nothing could save him, but I thought
maybe if you came-- Couldn't you try something? They brought Black Joe
round when he'd been long in the water, and was dead and cold--brought
him round with rubbing, and stuff they put in his mouth. Isn't there
something in your box that'll do it?"
"Nothing," said the doctor; "he is quite dead, my boy. You had better
come with me, and I will send some one to attend to your father."
But no persuasion could induce Conny to leave the cabin, and the doctor
was forced to return without him. For a quiet man, the doctor was
greatly excited over the mystery of the little cabin, but old Timothy
said, coolly, "That would be Sandy McConnell: one o' the moonshiners:
varmint, all on 'em."
"But, Timothy, some one must see that he has a decent burial, and if
you'll take a couple of men with you, and go down there--"
"Wait till to-morrow morning," said Timothy, significantly. "The birds
of the air 'tend to their own funerals."
A terrific storm that swept over the mountains that afternoon compelled
the doctor to follow Timothy's advice. The next morning, when they
succeeded, with much difficulty, in finding their way through the
tangle, the cabin was empty of every trace of human occupancy, and
almost seemed as if it might have been undisturbed since the
wood-choppers abandoned it. Under a great pine, a few rods away, they
found a new-made grave, carefully sodded, and bound over, in old-country
fashion, with green withes.
"The moonshiners have buried him," said Timothy. "I told ye, sor, they'd
see to their own funerals."
"I wish I knew what had become of the boy," said the doctor, as they
slowly picked their way upward; "he seemed such a quaint, old-fashioned
little chap."
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
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BROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
About the 1st of August I found some big worms crawling on an
ailantus-tree in our yard. They were about two and a half inches
long, of a pale green color, with white humps all over them, and
beautiful blue spots on their heads. Mamma caught them for me, and
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SARAH W. N.
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EDNA, MINNESOTA.
About a month ago a man caught a young whooping-crane, which I
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and come in the house and eat from the table, or drink out of the
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about two rods long, so that he can walk around. He is not a very
small bird, if he is young. His neck is about two feet long, and
his legs are very nearly the same length, and when he stands up
straight he is about five feet high. He is not fully fledged yet.
His body is now about as large as that of a goose.
I like to write. I am not a very good writer, but I think I can be
a better one if I write a great deal. I am the lame boy whose
letters you printed in the Post-office Box last winter.
ELMER R. BLANCHARD.
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PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA.
Since my request for exchanges was published in YOUNG PEOPLE I
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new book and fixing it up, my school has commenced, and I am
taking music lessons on the piano. I can play familiar tunes like
the "Racquet Polka," "Fatinitza," "Pinafore," and others. I am
also taking German lessons.
WILLIE H. SCHERZER.
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ASHLAND, KENTUCKY.
I have seen a real live white crow. It belongs to a gentleman
living on Big Sandy River. The white crow was seen by several
persons, who tried to shoot it. At last the gentleman who now owns
it shot it in the wing. It was not much hurt, and soon got well.
Its owner was offered three hundred dollars for it, but he would
not sell it. A good many people go to see it.
WILLIE S. B.
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RADNOR, OHIO.
I wish some correspondent would tell me how to feather arrows. I
have made a bow and some nice arrows, but I can not feather them.
I am making a collection of old coins. Are any other
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B. I.
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NEW YORK CITY.
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I have a collection of stamps. I like the Post-office Box ever so
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ANN A. N.
Too much sugar is not good for your canary. You can vary his diet by
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cracker to pick at. Whole oatmeal or grits, and a piece of apple or pear
occasionally, are healthy food. These tidbits must be given sparingly,
for if the bird eats them constantly it will grow so fat that it can not
sing. The staple food should be canary seed mixed with rape, and there
must always be a piece of cuttle-fish fastened in the cage.
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MATTAPOISETT, MASSACHUSETTS.
Here is a spelling game I invented, which may be played by two or
more persons. The first player, who may be chosen by lot, proposes
two letters, as, for example, c o. Then each player must in turn
call a word beginning with those letters, as come. A player is
beaten if he says a word beginning with any other than the letters
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I made a salt-water aquarium five days ago, and it is all right. I
have two eels, one minnow, and five other fish, some hermit-crabs,
scallops, and periwinkles. I had a pipe-fish, but it died soon
after I put it in. I use a small wash-tub for the aquarium, with
sand on the bottom. I had two minnows at first, but this morning I
found one on the floor, dead. What do you suppose made it jump
out? There is sea-lettuce in the water, so there must be enough
air. How long must the aquarium stand in the sun for the ulva to
work? And with what shall I feed the crabs?
W. A.
The directions in the paper on "A Salt-water Aquarium," in YOUNG PEOPLE
No 42, are as clear as it is possible to give them, but they must be
supplemented by experience, which, if you persevere, you will very soon
gain. The ulva will work in an hour's time when placed in the sun, as
you will see by the rising of the tiny air-bubbles, but it may be
necessary to renew the exposure to the sun for a short time each day,
always taking care that the temperature of the water is not too much
increased. If your crabs will not eat bits of clam, try them with tiny
mouthfuls of fish. Be careful to allow no uneaten food to remain in the
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I have a great many German, French, Austrian, and English postage
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FRANK B. WESTWOOD,
P. O. Box 4574, New York City.
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Sherman, Grayson County, Texas.
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Barrytown, Dutchess County, New York.
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I would like to exchange slips of wax-plant, sweet-scented
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them safely.
ANNA WIERUM,
495 West Twelfth Street, Chicago, Illinois.
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I am collecting postage stamps, and have over one hundred
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Care of William Lamp, Madison, Wisconsin.
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OSCAR RAUCHFUSS,
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JAMES L. JOHNSON,
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I am collecting birds' eggs, and have about one hundred varieties,
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divers, loons, and other birds, and also the nest and egg of the
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GRACE DENTON,
114 Thirty-ninth Street, South Brooklyn,
Kings County, New York.
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I shall be very grateful if any correspondents who can will send
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this place. I am also anxious to get some pretty shells,
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excess of postage on packages.
SUSIE C. BENEDICT,
Little Falls, Herkimer County, New York.
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I have a nice collection of curiosities, and if Ida B. D., of
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exchange any of my curiosities for them. My curiosities consist of
stalactites, stalagmites, conglomerates, crystals, Indian
arrow-heads (some of which are broken), gypsum, iron ore, and a
great many pretty pebbles and stones that I find on the sand-bars
along Green River. If she sends me any specimens, will she please
mark the name and where each one is from?
JOHN H. BARTLETT, Jun.,
Greensburgh, Green County, Kentucky.
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JESSE HARGRAVE.--The poet alluded to by Scott in the forty-first chapter
of _The Heart of Mid-Lothian_, as "him of the laurel wreath," was Robert
Southey, who was appointed poet laureate of England in 1813. The lines
quoted are from Southey's poem of "Thalaba the Destroyer," eleventh
book, thirty-sixth stanza.
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W. W. S.--Many thanks for your kind attention in sending us the
interesting facts concerning the nesting of English sparrows in trees.
These little foreigners will pile the mass of dried grass, hair, and
other rubbish which composes their nest, on any ledge or shelf which
will support it, and if a decayed stump or deserted nest affords such
support, they are quite as ready to use it as they are to take
possession of the little houses which kind hands fasten to the branches
of trees. They will also build in woodbine and ivy, the strong branches
of which, clinging to the brick or stone wall, form a solid support,
quite as good as the ledge over a window or door. Almost any corner is
acceptable to these little fellows. A lady who had been absent from the
city during the summer, on returning home found one of her chamber
windows taken full possession of by the sparrows. The blinds had been
closed, and the space between them and the window was stuffed full of
rubbish, the birds using an open slat as an entrance to their cozy home.
We know of no instance where sparrows have woven an independent nest,
and fastened it to the branches of a tree, and for that reason we have
not classed them among birds that build their nests in trees.
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W., F., and S.--To make a boat scup set two upright posts firmly in the
ground about four or five feet apart. Connect them at the top by a
strong bar, across which at the centre fasten another bar at right
angles. The boat, which should have a seat at each end, is hung by four
stout ropes, one to each corner, so as to balance well, to the
connecting bar. A rope passing from each end of the cross-bar enables
the occupants to swing the boat forward and backward. The upright posts
should be well braced. If you can visit some park or picnic ground where
one of these swings is in operation, you will understand better how to
build one.
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WILLIAM F. S.--The coins you describe belong to the class known as
business tokens. They are issued by private parties, and are valueless.
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CLARENCE E. and F. B. W.--You can get the back numbers of YOUNG PEOPLE
you require by forwarding the necessary amount to the publishers, with
your full address. They will cost four cents for each copy.
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EDDIE DE LIMA.--The oldest text-book on arithmetic employing the Arabian
or Indian figures (those at present in use), and the decimal system, is
that of Avicenna, an Arabian physician who lived in Bokhara about A.D.
1000. It was found in manuscript in the library at Cairo, Egypt, and
contains, besides the rules for addition, subtraction, multiplication,
and division, many peculiar properties of numbers. It was not until the
seventeenth century that arithmetic became a regular branch of common
education.
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CAPTAIN FRANK.--The average price of a boy's bicycle is from twenty-five
to fifty dollars. Very small sizes may be obtained at a lower price.
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Favors are acknowledged from Lizzie Gieselberg, H. N. Dawson, John R.
Blake, C. D. Nicholas, Carrie Hard, Lilian McDowell, Nellie Rossman,
Henry Coleman, Annie M. Douglas, Aggie M. Mason, Madgie W. B., Sallie R.
Ely, Dora Williams, M. W. D., Mary McWhorter.
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Correct answers to puzzles are received from Olive Russell, "Chiquot,"
Minnie H. Ingham, Sidney Abenheim, Emma Shaffer, Edward L. Hunt, Allie
Maxwell, George Volckhausen.
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PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.
No. 1.
UNITED DIAMONDS.
1. In September. An ancient water vessel. An article of food. A domestic
animal. In December.
2. In February. A part of the body. A product. To blend. In August.
Centrals of diamonds read across give a valuable natural product much
used in the East Indies.
HENRY.
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No. 2.
ENIGMA.
My first is in empty, but not in full.
My second is in rope, but not in pull.
My third is in light, but not in dark.
My fourth is in silent, but not in hark.
My fifth is in drop, but not in fall.
My sixth is in high, but not in tall.
My seventh is in stool, but not in chair.
My eighth is in mend, but not in tear.
My ninth is in circle, but not in ring.
My whole is a new and wonderful thing.
S. T. H.
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No. 3.
NUMERICAL CHARADES.
1. I am an ancient Greek astronomer composed of 10 letters. My 1, 2, 3
is a part of the body. My 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 is to dry up. My 9, 10 is a
pronoun.
F. W.
2. I am an ancient Greek comedian composed of 10 letters. My 1, 2, 3, 4
is a poetic narrative. My 5, 6, 7, 8 is injury. My 9, 10 is a pronoun.
3. I am an ancient Greek historian composed of 9 letters. My 1, 2, 3, 4
is a great warrior. My 5, 6, 7 is a small spot. My 8, 9 is a pronoun.
S. C. H.
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No. 4.
WORD SQUARES.
1. First, froth. Second, one of the United States. Third, designs.
Fourth, a vegetable growth.
FRANK.
2. First, a ship famous in ancient legend. Second, to harvest. Third,
festive. Fourth, a precious stone.
LUCY.
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ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 44.
No. 1.
Esquimau.
No. 2.
S T E M
T O G A
E G E R
M A R K
No. 3.
R ocheste R
H indoo-Coos H
O b I
N anki N
E ri E
Rhone, Rhine.
No. 4.
Chair, hair, air.
No. 5.
R
N U T
R U L E R
T E N
R
No. 6.
1. Hyacinth. 2. Androscoggin.
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With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY.
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Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
receipt of the price._
The Child's Book of Nature.
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The Child's Book of Nature, for the Use of Families and Schools:
intended to aid Mothers and Teachers in Training Children in the
Observation of Nature. In Three Parts. Part I. Plants. Part II. Animals.