The navy, especially the portion composed of the gun-boat and
mortar-boat squadrons, performed most arduous and valuable services in
connection with the armies on the inland waters of the great basin of
the Mississippi. Soon after the capture of New Orleans, Farragut, with
Porter's mortar-boats, and transports with troops, ascended the
Mississippi to Vicksburg, and after that national vessels continued to
patrol the waters of the great river.
[Illustration: SINKING OF THE "ALABAMA" BY THE "KEARSARGE."]
At that time cruisers built in British ports for the use of the
Confederates in preying upon American commerce were active on the seas.
The most conspicuous of these was the _Alabama_, which for eighteen
months illuminated the ocean with burning American vessels which her
commander (Semmes) had plundered and set on fire. In the summer of 1864
the _Kearsarge_ (Captain Winslow) fought her, off the coast of France,
and sent her to the bottom of the sea. Our government held the British
responsible for her outrages, and by the decision of an international
commission they were compelled to pay the Americans $15,500,000 in gold
for damages.
National gun and mortar boats carried on a wonderful amphibious warfare
among the bayous and in the tributaries of the Mississippi in 1863. In
their exploits Commodore D. D. Porter was most conspicuous. The
blockading squadron were very vigilant--so vigilant and active that
during the war they captured or destroyed British blockade-runners
valued, with their cargoes, at nearly $30,000,000.
In the spring of 1863 it was determined to attempt the capture of
Charleston, and Admiral Dupont was sent with a naval force to assist the
army in the work. It was a perilous undertaking, for the harbor was
guarded by heavy batteries aggregating three hundred great guns, and the
channels were strewn with torpedoes. The navy had a terrific battle.
"Such a fire, or anything like it, was never seen before," wrote an
eye-witness. The little Monitors sustained the battle bravely, while
tons of iron were hurled upon them from Fort Sumter and the shore
batteries. During the battle of forty minutes the Confederates sent 3500
shots. The attempt to capture the city failed, and the fleet was
withdrawn. It was renewed the following summer, when General Gillmore
with troops on Morris Island, and Admiral Dahlgren with a fleet,
attacked its most powerful defenses. They jointly attacked Fort Wagner,
on Morris Island, and Fort Sumter, not far off. They drove the garrison
from the former, and reduced the latter to a heap of ruins. But they did
not take Charleston.
Porter, with a fleet of gun-boats, went on a remarkable expedition up
the Red River, for the invasion of Texas, in company with a land force
under General Banks, in the spring of 1864. Nothing of importance was
accomplished. The greatest exploit of that expedition was the passage of
Porter's fleet down the rapids at Alexandria. While he was above, the
river had fallen. It was now dammed by Michigan troops, and from an
opened sluice the gun-boats were passed over the rapids, as logs are
borne down a shallow stream by lumbermen.
In the summer of 1864 the government determined to close the two
Southern ports yet open to British blockade-runners, namely, Mobile,
near the Gulf of Mexico, and Wilmington, on the Cape Fear River. For
this purpose Admiral Farragut appeared off the entrance to Mobile Bay,
with a strong naval force, in August. He entered the bay on the morning
of August 5, four iron-clad vessels leading the way, and immediately
followed by the _Hartford_ (the flag-ship) and three other wooden
vessels bound together in couples.
In order to observe every movement of his fleet, Farragut had himself
lashed to the mast in the round-top, and thence gave his orders through
a speaking-tube extending to the deck. In that position he endured the
terrible tempest of shot and shell while passing the forts guarding the
entrance to the bay, also in the subsequent fierce encounters with a
huge Confederate "ram" and gun-boats. At the beginning of the latter
encounters one of Farragut's best iron-clads (the _Tecumseh_) was sunk
in a few seconds by a torpedo exploded under her, when all but seventeen
of her one hundred and thirty men perished. Undismayed, Farragut pushed
on, won a victory, and permanently closed the port of Mobile. When the
_Tecumseh_ went to the bottom the Admiral prayed for light and guidance.
"It seemed to me," said Farragut, "that a voice commanded me to _go
on_;" and he did.
"The port of Wilmington must now be closed," said the government, when
the news of Farragut's victory reached the capital. An immense land and
naval force gathered at Hampton Roads, the former under General Butler,
the latter under Admiral Porter. They sailed at the middle of December
to attack Fort Fisher, a strong work at the mouth of the Cape Fear, and
on the anniversary of the birth of the Prince of Peace, 1864, the fleet
bombarded that stronghold with very little effect, throwing eighteen
thousand shells upon it. A floating mine containing 430,000 pounds of
gunpowder had been exploded near the fort, but without effect. Troops
landed, but accomplished nothing, and the capture of Fort Fisher was
deferred until the middle of January, 1865, when all the defenses at the
mouth of the Cape Fear were captured by the same fleet, and a land force
under General Terry. The port of Wilmington was effectually closed, and
with this victory the most important operations of the navy in the civil
war closed.
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Here ends our brief story of the navy of the United States. It is only a
brief outline; sufficient, perhaps, to indicate what remains in store
for you when you come to read its marvellous details in volume at some
time in the future. Its record in the past is glorious; it may be made
more so in the future, for its capabilities are great. It ought to be
cherished as the strong right arm of defense for our government, our
commerce, and our free institutions.
Our government is now giving it a fostering care hitherto unknown. It
has established training-ships, in which American boys are thoroughly
instructed in all the arts of expert seamanship and the military tactics
of the sea, while particular attention is given to the training of their
minds and morals. There are bright promises that our future navy will be
controlled by highly educated officers, and its ships be manned by
refined, intelligent, and self-respecting American citizens, the peers
of those in any other stations in life.
THE END.
SEA-BREEZES.
LETTER No. 4 FROM BESSIE MAYNARD TO HER DOLL.
BAR HARBOR, _August, 1880_.
Do you remember, dear Clytie, a poem I read in school last Forefather's
Day, beginning like this,
"The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast"?
Well, these two lines I kept saying over and over to myself as the
steamer drew near to Mount Desert, on our way from Portland to Bar
Harbor, and long before we got here I had changed my mind about the
crooked coast. I think I shall _not_ tell the girls that the maps are
wrong, and that Maine is not as jiggly as they make it out. Between you
and me, Clytie, my next winter's maps will be better than they ever were
before, and I shouldn't wonder if I were to take the prize, for I have
seen with my own eyes the queer ins and outs along here, and I am sure
that the more we jiggle our pencils up and down, the more "true to
nature," as the artists say, our maps will be.
But I must tell you about our life here. There are mountains around us
as well as the ocean, and the waves don't seem sad a bit, but with their
pretty white caps on their heads, come rushing along in the sunshine,
and splash 'way up over the rocks. There are lovely roads through the
woods, and ponds where we go rowing and fishing. A little way from our
hotel is an Indian encampment, where _real_ Indians and squaws make and
sell baskets. I have bought a little beauty, made of sweet-grass, to
carry home to you. Yesterday we all went out to Green Mountain on a
picnic. "All" means papa and mamma, Cousin Frank and me, with about a
dozen of our friends. We had a neligent time, and after dinner, while
the others were sitting on the grass telling stories, I wandered off by
myself.
Mamma thought I had gone with Cousin Frank, while all the time I was
only a few steps from her, searching for blackberries. I could not find
any, and at last sat down under a tree to rest, for it was very hot in
the sun, and I had walked farther than I knew. I heard voices a little
way off, and thought they came from our party; but all at once some one
walked round the very tree I was leaning against, and, handing me the
prettiest little birch-bark canoe, about six inches long, filled with
blackberries, said, "Wouldn't you like some berries?"
I clapped my hands and cried out: "Oh, how cunning! Isn't it lovely?
Where--" But not another word did I say, for, on looking up, who should
I see standing before me but my emerny from Old Orchard, Randolph
Peyton! Yes, there he was; no mistake; and after all that had happened,
he _dared_ to offer me blackberries! I tossed back my head, and said,
proudly, "I _scorn_ your gift: we are emernies."
[Illustration]
He made no answer, but walked sadly away. Here is a picture of us. Of
course I can not make him look quite as ashamed as he did, nor me quite
as scornful.
When he was out of sight I sat down again, and when my surprise and
anger had passed off I almost wished he had left the berries, for I was
tired and warm and thirsty. But no, he had taken the little canoe with
him, and had not dropped a single one.
I was so tired that all at once, before I thought of such a thing, I was
sound asleep. When I woke up the sun had set, and it was almost dark. I
was alone on Green Mountain, with no idea which way to turn to get home.
There wasn't a sound to be heard except the chirping of the crickets,
and the queer noises we always hear at night, and never know where they
come from. I tried to be brave, but the tears _would_ come. I called as
loud as I could to papa, and everywhere the cruel echoes called back,
"Pa--pa--pa"--but there was no other answer.
At last, after wandering about for what seemed to me _hours_, I sank
down, perfectly tired out.
All at once I heard a crackling in the bushes not far away, and started
up, expecting to see the fierce eyes of a catamount glaring at me, but
instead of that I saw a straw hat waving, and heard some one shouting,
"Here she is! I've found her! she's all right!" and then happy voices
called my name, and in less time than I can write it I was in papa's
arms.
As soon as mamma had gone back to the hotel and found that I was _not_
with Cousin Frank, papa had started with several of his friends in
search of me. But, Clytie dear, the one who waved his hat and shouted,
"Here she is!"--the one who _really found_ me--was Randolph Peyton!
The little canoe is packed away among my treasures, and I shall never
look at it without thinking of the day on Green Mountain when my life
was saved by my bitterest emerny, who has become my friend forever!
Don't you think I have had adventures enough for one summer? _I_ do, and
we shall be home very soon, dear Clytie.
Your loving mamma,
BESSIE MAYNARD.
THE ASHES THAT MADE THE TREES BLOOM.
A Japanese Fairy Tale.
BY WILLIAM ELLIOT GRIFFIS.
In the good old days of the Daimios there lived an old couple whose only
pet was a little dog. Having no children, they loved it as though it
were the tiny top-knot of a baby. The old dame made him a cushion of
blue crape, and at meal-times Inuko--for that was his name--would sit on
it as demure as any cat. The kind people would feed him with tidbits of
fish from their own chopsticks, and he was allowed to have all the
boiled rice he wanted. Whenever the old woman took him out with her on
holidays she put a bright red silk crape ribbon around his neck.
Now the old man, being a rice-farmer, went daily with hoe or spade into
the fields, working hard from the first croak of the raven until O Tento
Sama (as the sun is called) had gone down behind the hills. Every day
the dog followed him to work, and kept near by, never once harming the
white heron that walked in the footsteps of the old man to pick up
worms.
One day doggy came running to him, putting his paws against his straw
leggings, and motioning with his head to some spot behind. The old man
at first thought his pet was only playing, and did not mind him. But he
kept on whining and running to and fro for some minutes. Then the old
man followed the dog a few yards, to a place where the animal began a
lively scratching. Thinking it only a buried bone or bit of fish, but
wishing to humor his pet, the old man struck his iron-shod hoe in the
earth, when lo! a pile of gold gleamed before him. He rubbed his old
eyes, stooped down, and there was at least a half-peck of kobans (oval
gold coins). He gathered them up and hied home at once.
Thus in an hour the old couple were made rich. The good souls bought a
piece of land, made a feast to their friends, and gave plentifully to
their poor neighbors. As for Inuko, they petted him till they nearly
smothered him with kindness.
Now in the same village there lived a wicked old man and his wife, who
had always kicked and scolded all dogs whenever any passed their house.
Hearing of their neighbors' good luck, they coaxed the dog into their
garden, and set before him bits of fish and other dainties, hoping he
would find treasure for them. But the dog, being afraid of the cruel
pair, would neither eat nor move. Then they dragged him out-of-doors,
taking a spade and hoe with them. No sooner had Inuko got near a
pine-tree in the garden than he began to paw and scratch the ground as
though a mighty treasure lay beneath.
"Quick, wife, hand me the spade and hoe!" cried the greedy old fool, as
he danced for joy.
[Illustration]
Then the covetous old fellow with a spade, and the old crone with a hoe,
began to dig; but there was nothing but a dead kitten, the smell of
which made them drop their tools and shut their noses. Furious at the
dog, the old man kicked and beat him to death, and the old woman
finished the work by nearly chopping off his head with the sharp hoe.
That night the spirit of the dog appeared to his former master in a
dream and said, "Cut down the pine-tree which is over my grave, and make
from it a mill to grind bean sauce in."
[Illustration]
So the old man made the little mill, and filling it with bean sauce,
began to grind, while the envious neighbor peeped in at the window.
"Goody me!" cried the old woman, as each dripping of sauce turned into
yellow gold, until in a few minutes the tub under the mill was full of a
shining mass of kobans.
So the old couple were rich again.
The next day the stingy and wicked neighbors, after boiling a mess of
beans, came and borrowed the magic mill. They filled it with the boiled
beans, and the old man began to grind.
But, at the first turn, the sauce turned into a foul heap of dirt. Angry
at this, they chopped the mill in pieces to use as fire-wood.
Not long after that the old man dreamed again, and the spirit of the dog
spoke to him, telling him how the wicked people had burned the mill made
from the pine-tree.
"Take the ashes of the mill, sprinkle them on withered trees, and they
will bloom again," said the dog-spirit.
The old man awoke and went at once to his wicked neighbors' house, where
he humbly begged the ashes, and though the covetous couple turned up
their noses at him and scolded him as if he were a thief, they let him
fill his basket with the ashes.
On coming home the old man took his wife into the garden. It being
winter, their favorite cherry-tree was bare. He sprinkled a pinch of
ashes on it, and lo! it sprouted blossoms until it became a cloud of
pink blooms, which filled the air with perfume.
The kind old man, hearing that his lord the Daimio was to pass along the
high-road near the village, set out to see him, taking his basket of
ashes. As the train approached he climbed up into an old withered
cherry-tree that stood by the way-side.
Now in the days of the Daimios it was the custom, when their lord
passed by, for all the loyal people to shut up their second-story
windows, even pasting them shut with slips of paper, so as not to commit
the impoliteness of looking down on his lordship. All the people along
the road would fall down on their hands and knees until the procession
passed by. Hence it seemed very impolite for the old man to climb the
tree, and be higher than his master's head.
The train drew near, and the air was full of gay banners, covered
spears, state umbrellas, and princes' crests. One tall man marched
ahead, crying out to the people by the way, "Get down on your knees! get
down on your knees!" And every one knelt down while the procession was
passing. Suddenly the leader of the van caught sight of the old man up
in the tree. He was about to call out to him in an angry tone, but
seeing he was such an old fellow he pretended not to notice him, and
passed him by.
So when the prince's palanquin drew near, the old man, taking a pinch of
ashes from his basket, scattered it over the tree. In a moment it burst
into blossom. The delighted Daimio ordered the train to be stopped, and
got out to see the wonder. Calling the old man to him, he thanked him,
and ordered presents of silk robes, sponge-cake, fans, a _netsuke_
(ivory carving), and other rewards to be given him. He even invited him
to pay a visit to his castle. So the old daddy went gleefully home to
share his joy with his dear wife.
But when the greedy neighbor heard of it he took some of the magic
ashes, and went out on the highway. There he waited till a Daimio's
train came along, and instead of kneeling down like the crowd, he
climbed a withered cherry-tree.
When the Daimio himself was almost directly under him, he threw a
handful of ashes over the tree, which did not change a particle. The
wind blew the fine dust in the noses and eyes of the Daimio and his
nobles.
Such a sneezing and choking!
It spoiled all the pomp and dignity of the procession. The man who
cried, "Get down on your knees," seized the old fool by the top-knot,
dragged him from the tree, and tumbled him and his ash-basket into the
ditch by the road. Then beating him soundly, he left him dead.
Thus the wicked old man died in the mud, but the kind friend of the dog
dwelt in peace and plenty, and both he and his wife lived to a green old
age.
[Illustration: A BABE IN THE WOOD.--DRAWN BY F. S. CHURCH.]
[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]
WAKEFIELD, MASSACHUSETTS.
An article in your paper of April 27, 1880, entitled "A Cheap
Canoe," has given a decided stimulus to the boys of this town in
the matter of canoe building. There are now six on our lake, built
almost entirely by the boys who own them, on the model there
given.
I send you a short article from our local paper, written by my
son, a lad of fifteen, giving his experience on his first canoe
trip down Ipswich River. He proposes a much longer one next summer
vacation.
Many thanks are due to you for giving the boys something useful to
do, which teaches them how to do their own work.
S. W. A.
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ST. JOHNS, MICHIGAN.
Undertaking myself the education of my young son, I am deeply
indebted to you for much useful information. I find YOUNG PEOPLE a
_multum in parvo_, serving as an entertaining reader, besides
giving manly hints in all branches of knowledge--geography,
natural history, science, drawing, and music. Even the puzzles
draw out the youthful mind, which learns from them unconsciously
the analysis and definition of words. It is like the medicine
which "children cry for."
Especially let me thank you for your historical sketches, and also
for the healthy moral tone pervading every part of the paper,
teaching the children to be gentle and kind, as well as manly and
brave.
For myself, I am only less interested than the little ones for
whose especial benefit it is intended. As a "little mother," my
sympathies are all with your success.
E. S. C.
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FRANKFORT-ON-THE-MAIN, GERMANY.
Perhaps you would like to hear from one of your little American
friends over the sea.
We live in Frankfort-on-the-Main. It is a beautiful city, full of
public monuments and handsome buildings.
Last month when I was in Freiburg, in Baden, I had the pleasure of
seeing the Grand Duke and Duchess of Baden. They were spending a
few days in Freiburg to visit their son, the Heir Prince, who
lives there. During their stay the feast of _Frohnleichnamstag_,
or Corpus Christi Day, took place, and a large procession was to
pass through the streets and before their palace. The Grand
Duchess came to an open window, and was joined by her daughter,
the Princess Victoria, who is eighteen. Then the Grand Duke soon
came and stood behind them, and when the Heir Prince peeped over
his father's shoulder, the picture of the ducal family was
complete.
The Grand Duchess also visited our school in Freiburg, and asked
me several questions. She is very beautiful. She is about forty
years old, but her skin is as fine and smooth as wax. She looks to
be as good as she is beautiful. The Grand Duke is not less
handsome.
I and my sisters and brother all enjoy YOUNG PEOPLE so much, and
welcome it every week.
We have lived in Paris several years, and I have often seen going
through the streets the bath-tubs and boilers full of hot and cold
water that Paul S. speaks of in the Post-office Box of YOUNG
PEOPLE No. 39.
I will write another time about the curious houses in old
Frankfort.
ETHEL D. W.
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PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA.
We have not been so fortunate with our pets as other young people.
We had three rabbits and two guinea-pigs. The other morning, when
we went to feed them, the top of the hutch was broken, and nothing
was to be seen of the animals. We are pretty sure some dogs got
them in the night, from the way things looked. We are very sorry
to lose our pets.
ISABEL AND HELEN C.
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PASSAIC, NEW JERSEY.
I am ten years old, and I have one little brother. Papa is a
doctor, and Johnnie and I take long rides with him, and drive for
him. We have two horses, named Roxy and Bill. We have gold-fish
and turtles and frogs in the fountain in front of our door.
We like YOUNG PEOPLE very much, and jump for joy when it comes.
A. W. and J. R.
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ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA.
I have been taking YOUNG PEOPLE for eight weeks, and find it very
interesting.
I have a little dog so small that mother can almost hold him in
the palm of her hand. I call him Dash. Whenever I go out in the
yard he runs after me, and tries to bite me. I have a little
brother who is always begging for peaches.
WILLIE H. F. B.
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HAMILTON, ONTARIO.
A few weeks ago, as I was passing a bookstore, I saw HARPER'S
YOUNG PEOPLE, and I went in and bought a copy. I am going to get
all the back numbers. I think "The Moral Pirates" was a splendid
story.
My brother has a row-boat, and I often go fishing and rowing in
Burlington Bay. One day papa and I went fishing, and we caught
four fish. Mamma laughed ever so much when we brought them home.
ANDERSON GIBSON S.
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WEST HOBOKEN, NEW JERSEY.
I am very glad that I have commenced to take YOUNG PEOPLE, and
sorry I did not begin sooner. All my friends take it, and like it
very much, as it is both amusing and interesting. "Across the
Ocean" and "The Moral Pirates" were splendid stories. I wait
impatiently for Tuesday to come, so that I can read the stories
and the Post-office Box, which I like very much.
LOUIS H.
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NEW YORK CITY.
Here is a recipe for ink powder for the chemists' club: Four
ounces of powdered galls; one ounce of sulphate of iron; one ounce
of powdered gum-arabic; half an ounce of powdered white sugar.
This, mixed with water, will make a quart of ink. A few powdered
cloves stirred in will keep the ink from moulding.
MAUD C.
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PONTIAC, ILLINOIS.
I am twelve years old. I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. My mamma has
three mocking-birds she raised herself. She feeds them on cooked
egg and bread, cooked potato and raw egg mixed, fruit of all
kinds, and Hungarian seed. She gives them a feast of spiders
occasionally, and always keeps plenty of clean sand in the cage.
I have two playful pet kittens, named Milly and Lillie, and a
little dog named Dickie. He will shake hands with me, and when I
make up a face at him he will frown terribly.
NETTIE D.
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FAIRVIEW, LONG ISLAND.
I am eleven years old, and I live in the country. I have a nice
little pony, which I ride almost every day for two or three miles.
I enjoy it very much.
We have a little bantam rooster that takes care of six little
chickens which their mother deserted; and I have three dogs, five
cats, and a bicycle.
WILLIE O.
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EAST WARSAW, INDIANA.
I have a little bantam hen that mothers twenty little chickens,
although she only hatched four of them herself. I call her Minnie.
I have no sister, and only one brother. He is seven years old. He
has a pet 'coon. I caught a little bird to-day in the meadow where
my papa was working. This is a very pretty place. We live near the
new cemetery.
MAGGIE D. M. B.
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BEAR VALLEY, MINNESOTA.
We live in the country. The farmers around here are harvesting
their grain now. We have some very warm days. We like "The Moral
Pirates" the best of all the stories, and "Across the Ocean" the
next best. The little picture called "I's Learning to Swim,
Mamma," is just as cunning as it can be.
Our little brother Artie says, every time it is mail-day, "Mamma,
does HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE come to-day?" We like the Post-office
Box best of all.
NETTIE AND MARY MCK.
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SEGUIN, TEXAS.
I am twelve years old. I have a pet shepherd dog and a little
white calf. Papa takes YOUNG PEOPLE for me and my sisters, and we
like the stories very much, especially "Across the Ocean," and
"The Moral Pirates." This is a beautiful, healthy State to live
in.
WILLIE H. J.
I have some old and foreign postage stamps that I would like to
exchange for some pretty sea-shells and a few specimens of
sea-weed. I also have two Japanese newspapers, a Japanese bill,
and writing paper that I would like to exchange for some relic.
JOHN BROOKE,
Greencastle, Putnam County, Indiana.
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I would like to exchange birds' eggs with the correspondents of
YOUNG PEOPLE. I give a list of birds found in the Canadian woods:
Baltimore oriole, barn swallow, wild canary, sand-martin,
cherry-bird, ground-bird, ring-dove, shore-lark, red-headed
woodpecker, orchard oriole, brown canary, dipper, phoebe,
kingbird, guinea-fowl, and sparrows.
C. H. GURNETT,
Ingersoll, Ontario, Canada.
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I have some morning-glories growing near a wild cucumber vine, and
the leaf is just like the cucumber leaf. I am waiting to see what
the flower will be like. I hope it will blossom before frost
comes.
I have a good many French postage stamps which I would like to
exchange for others.
HATTIE R.,
Bismarck, Dakota Territory.
This address does not appear sufficient to render an exchange
successful.
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I would like to exchange birds' eggs with any correspondents of
YOUNG PEOPLE. I give the names of some of the birds found here:
linnet, tree blackbird, red-winged blackbird, thrush, ash-throated
fly-catcher, California canary, ground-sparrow, chipping sparrow,
yellow-hammer, California quail, meadow-lark, common swallow, bank
swallow, martin, yellow Summer-bird, night-bird, golden-crested
wren.
S. C. DE LAMATER,
Santa Cruz, California.
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My father takes YOUNG PEOPLE for my brother and sister and myself.
We think there could not be a more interesting paper published.
"The Moral Pirates" is about the best story I ever read. I wonder
if it is true?
I am having a great deal of fun this vacation. I read two hours
every day. I am now reading the _Life of Benjamin Franklin_. I
enjoy it very much.
I am making a collection of stones, and will exchange stones from
the shore of Lake Erie for specimens from other places of note.
WILBUR T. MILLS,
Cleveland, Ohio.
As Cleveland is a very large city, we doubt if this address is
sufficient, and we will gladly print a fuller one if our young
correspondent will send it.
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I would like to exchange seeds of the sensitive plant for seeds or
roots of rare plants growing in the far West or in the most
eastern States.
FRED H. LOWE,
Salem, Dent County, Missouri.
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I am a constant reader of your splendid paper. I enjoy "The Moral
Pirates" very much.
I brought two mud-turtles from the country this summer. One is so
tame it will eat from my hand. I feed them on worms, meat, and
flies.
I have a small collection of postmarks, and I should like to
exchange with any boy reader of YOUNG PEOPLE in the West.
A. J. DOHRMAN,
557 Henry Street, Brooklyn, New York.
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I wish the correspondent who sent me a piece of colored marble
from Tennessee would kindly write again, as I can not make out the
name.
I shall be glad to exchange shells or minerals with any readers of
YOUNG PEOPLE.
LAURA BINGHAM,
Lansing, Michigan.
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I have a collection of birds' eggs, and a collection of stuffed
birds which I stuffed myself.
I would like to exchange eggs with any readers of YOUNG PEOPLE.
HARRY B. GREENE,
8 Myrtle Street, Boston, Massachusetts.
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I am collecting postmarks and stamps, and I shall have enough
before long to exchange with the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. I would
like to exchange a French stamp for a Danish one now.
JOSEPH COMBS,
Care of W. S. Combs, Freehold, New Jersey.
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I would like to exchange postage stamps with any correspondent of
YOUNG PEOPLE. I am nine years old.
ANNA STUART,
Rye, Westchester County, New York.
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I am making a collection of postmarks, and would like to exchange.
I have an aquarium with gold-fish, minnows, tadpoles, eels, frogs,
and turtles, and would like to know how to feed them.
JOHN FISHER,
3 Potts Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Very full directions for the feeding of these creatures have been given
in different numbers of YOUNG PEOPLE.
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I should like to exchange foreign postage stamps with any boy.
BENJAMIN H. WHITTAKER,
120-1/2 Eleventh Street, Brooklyn, New York.
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I am collecting postage stamps, and would be glad to exchange with
any of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. I have also some postmarks.
THOMAS HOGAN,
P. O. Box 243, Boston, Massachusetts.
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I and my cousin George are collecting stamps. We have a lot of War
Department stamps which we would like to exchange in sets, or
singly, for those of any other department. We have one, two,
three, six, twelve, and fifteen cent stamps.
WILLIAM WINSLOW,
74 De Soto Street, St. Paul, Minnesota.
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I am beginning a collection of shells, minerals, birds' eggs and
nests, and I would like to exchange with any correspondent of
YOUNG PEOPLE. As I have just begun to collect, I have not very
many things yet.
MARIGO S. GUNARI,
Care of P. Gunari, New Rochelle, New York.
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I would like to exchange Indian arrow-heads, and specimens of lead
and spar, for shells, ocean curiosities, and pressed flowers.
EMMA LEE,
Elizabethtown, Hardin County, Illinois.
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EARNEST READER.--The small round holes in the clam shells are probably
the work of the oyster drill, a tiny sea creature which does much
mischief to all kinds of shell-fish.
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ALFRED B. C.--Directions for making a paper balloon were given in Our
Post-office Box No. 43.
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B. H. W.--The numbers of YOUNG PEOPLE you require will be forwarded to
you, postage paid, by the publishers, on the receipt of one dollar and
eight cents.
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FORD M. G.--The genuine Bologna sausage is manufactured in the city of
Bologna, in Northern Italy. Many imitations of the imported article are
sold in the United States under the same name.
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DAISY VIOLET.--The first volume of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE will close with
No. 52, which will be published on October 26, 1880.
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MAUD C.--There is no better way to preserve autumn leaves than to press
them between the leaves of a book, or sheets of paper, and varnish them
when they are thoroughly dry. In the Post-office Box of YOUNG PEOPLE No.
38 there is a letter describing a neat and simple method of varnishing
leaves.
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PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.
No. 1.
LATIN WORD SQUARE.
First, negative individuality. Second, the imperfect form of a verb.
Third, the ablative form of a noun signifying a portion of the body.
Fourth, a bird.
EDDIE.
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No. 2.
ENIGMA.
My first is in yacht, but not in ship.
My second is in beat, but not in whip.
My third is in bun, but not in bread.
My fourth is in needle, but not in thread.
My fifth is in ink, but not in pen.
My sixth is in boys, but not in men.
My seventh is in table, but not in bench.
My eighth is in chisel, but not in wrench.
If ever my whole you chance to meet,
You would better make a speedy retreat.
JAMES.
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No. 3.
DIAMONDS.
1. In Labrador. Something all girls should learn to do. To revolt. A
textile fabric. In Labrador.
2. In Palermo. Novel. A hard substance. A passage. In Palermo.
SUSIE.
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No. 4.
DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
A gentle animal. One of the United States. A Scottish lake. A mark made
by a blow. A Norman name. A recluse. Answer--A city in Europe and a city
in the United States.
MILDRED.
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[The following puzzle is for the benefit of our young readers who are
studying French.]
No. 5.
FRENCH NUMERICAL CHARADE.
I am a French proverb composed of 28 letters.
My 18, 5, 27, 15, 10, 3, 24, 13 signifies endurance.
My 12, 25, 23 is a ruler.
My 21, 7, 19, 17, 27 is a measure.
My 14, 28, 9, 16, 8 is a fight.
My 11, 26, 1, 27, 20 is a pit.
My 6, 22, 13, 2 is an adjective.
My 9, 4, 24, 8, 16 is an educational institution.
UNCLE TOM.
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ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 43.
No. 1.
Cleopatra's Needle.
No. 2.
Josephus.
No. 3.
B O M B
O L I O
M I E N
B O N D
No. 4.
S no W
T erro R
O liv E
R epubli C
M on K
S hip S
Storms, Wrecks.
No. 5.
Chaucer.
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Jones, C. T. Hamilton, Burton Wilson, Elvira Holder, St. Clair Thornton,
Lynn D., E. L. D., Elmer Wheeler, Daniel D. L., Stella M. B., May,
Hattie M., George Berkstresser, Etta D.
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Correct answers to puzzles are received from Ada B. Voute, Nellie Binney
and Harry Phillips, Annie D. Jones, Fannie E. Cruger, E. Eden, K. T. W.,
Gracie Kelley, G. Volckhausen, Frank T. Merry, Eddie A. Leet.
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The following poetic answer to "A Riddle in Rhyme" in YOUNG PEOPLE No.
39, page 568, has been received from a correspondent in Auburn, New
York:
From Anno Domini--for short A.D.--
Begins the count of the Christian year.
That Adam was fatherless all agree;
That he was a father is very clear.
That a dam is a mother who'll dispute?
Or that a son's his father's fruit?
And puzzle over it, little or much,
A dam gave Holland to the Dutch.
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THE MUSICAL ANECDOTE.
The Musical Anecdote given in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 44 can be translated by
substituting for the musical signs the following words in the order
given:
_Staff._
_Quick, staccato._
_Turn._
_Sharp._
_Run._
_Scale._
_Bar._
_Flat._
_Chord._
_Dashed._
_Rest._
_Time._
_Quarter._
_Sixteenth._
_Full stop._
_Very loud._
_Bind._
_Measures._
_Quaver._
_Brace._
_Slur._
_Natural._
_Rest._
_Signature._
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