Lieutenant Lawrence had gained great renown by his capture of the
_Peacock_. He was promoted to Captain, and when the _Chesapeake_
returned to Boston, after a long cruise, in May, 1813, he was offered
the command of her. He accepted it with reluctance, for she had the
reputation of being an "unlucky" ship. In the cruise just ended she had
accomplished nothing, and as she entered Boston Harbor a gale carried
away a top-mast, and with it several men, who were drowned. This
incident confirmed the belief that she was "unlucky," and it was
difficult to get a good crew to serve in her.
On the morning of the 1st of June Lawrence received from Captain Broke,
of the frigate _Shannon_, a challenge to come out and fight him. It was
promptly accepted, and at noon the _Chesapeake_ sailed out of Boston
Harbor. The hostile frigates met not far at sea. At four o'clock they
opened their broadsides within pistol-shot distance, and fought
desperately. The loss of life on board the _Chesapeake_ was fearful.
Lawrence was mortally wounded, and as he was carried below he uttered
the famous words, in substance, "Don't give up the ship." The
_Chesapeake_ was boarded, captured, and taken to Halifax. Lawrence died
on the way. Broke was severely wounded, but recovered.
The American sloop of war _Argus_, Lieutenant Allen commander, took Mr.
Crawford (American Minister) to France in the summer of 1813, and then
cruised in British waters, imitating the exploits of Paul Jones. Allen
captured and burned twenty merchantmen in the course of a few weeks
(valued, with their cargoes, at full $2,000,000), and spread
consternation throughout commercial England. Several cruisers were sent
out to capture the _Argus_. This was effected in August by the brig
_Pelican_.
The Americans were partially compensated for these misfortunes by the
capture of the British brig _Boxer_ by the brig _Enterprise_, Lieutenant
Burrows. They fought off Portland, at half pistol-shot distance, on the
3d of September, 1813. The commander of the _Boxer_ (Lieutenant Blyth)
had boastfully nailed his flag to her mast, and after a sharp, short,
and destructive engagement, she was compelled to surrender. Her second
officer had to announce the fact through his trumpet, for he could not
haul down her flag. Burrows and Blyth were both slain, and were buried
side by side in a cemetery in Portland.
[Illustration: THE "ESSEX," "PHOEBE," AND "CHERUB."--DRAWN BY J. O.
DAVIDSON.]
One of the most remarkable cruises made during the war of 1812-15 was by
Commander Porter in the frigate _Essex_. She sailed from the Delaware in
October, 1812; went toward the equator to join the _Constitution_ and
_Hornet_, under Bainbridge; missed them; swept around Cape Horn into the
Pacific Ocean, and went into the harbor of Valparaiso, on the western
coast of South America. Then she cruised northward in search of British
armed whaling vessels, capturing several. Porter converted them into war
vessels, and created for himself an active little squadron, with which
he sailed for the Marquesas Islands. After remaining there awhile, he
returned to Valparaiso, and at that sea-port had a fierce battle with
two British vessels which had been sent to oppose his destructive career
in the waters of the Pacific. These were the frigates _Phoebe_ and
_Cherub_.
These vessels cruised off the harbor of Valparaiso, waiting for
re-enforcements. The _Essex_, with her consort, _Essex Junior_, in
attempting to get to sea, became crippled by a squall, when the
_Phoebe_ and _Cherub_ attacked, in violation of the rights of a
neutral port. Then occurred one of the most sanguinary sea-fights of the
war, and it was only when her officers and men were nearly all slain or
wounded, and she was on fire, that the _Essex_ was surrendered. "We have
been unfortunate, but not disgraced," wrote Porter to the Secretary of
the Navy. That was in February, 1814. Porter had carried the first
American flag on a vessel of war ever seen in the Pacific Ocean.
Commodore Rodgers made a memorable cruise of one hundred and forty days
on the stormy Atlantic in 1813, sailing from Boston in the frigate
_President_ in April. He captured eleven British merchant vessels and
the armed schooner _Highflyer_, a tender of Admiral Warren's flag-ship.
Rodgers had been put in possession of some of the British signals. When
he saw the _Highflyer_, he hoisted English colors, and trying his
signals, found to his delight that they were answered. He then assumed
the character of a British officer. He decoyed the _Highflyer_ alongside
the _President_, which he pretended was the large British ship
_Sea-Horse_, then in American waters. The commander of the _Highflyer_
(Lieutenant Hutchinson) was thoroughly deceived. Rodgers ordered him to
send him his signal books. He obeyed, and soon followed them in person.
He saw the marines of the _President_ in British uniform, and mistook
them for his own countrymen.
"The _President_," said the unsuspecting Hutchinson, "has spread alarm
in British waters, and the main object of the Admiral is to catch her."
"What kind of a man is Rodgers?" asked the Commodore.
"I have never seen him," said Hutchinson, "but have been told that he is
an odd fish, and hard to catch."
"Would you like to meet him?"
"Indeed I would, with a vessel of equal size."
"Sir!" said Rodgers, in a tone that startled the Lieutenant, "do you
know what ship this is?"
"The _Sea-Horse_, of course."
"You are mistaken. You are on board the _President_, and I am Commodore
Rodgers."
Then the band struck up "Yankee Doodle," the coats of the marines were
suddenly changed from scarlet to blue, and the American flag was
displayed over the quarter-deck. Rodgers took his captive and his prize
to Newport. He made another less successful cruise, and about the middle
of January, 1814, he dashed through the British blockading squadron at
New York, and anchored in the harbor.
The British had carried on a distressing marauding warfare on the coasts
during 1813, which kept the smaller vessels of the navy and privateers
vigilant and active. During that summer there were only three American
frigates at sea, others being either blockaded or undergoing repairs;
and yet the Americans, with indomitable will, resolved to carry on the
war with vigor. In September, Commodore Perry, in command of a squadron
on Lake Erie, won a decisive victory over a British squadron under
Commodore Barclay, and thereby secured the absolute control of that
lake. Meanwhile Commodore Chauncey, in command on Lake Ontario, was
performing gallant services there, standing in the way of British
invasions on that frontier, and co-operating efficiently with the land
forces on its borders.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
[Illustration: "KEEP STEP, KEEP STEP: ONE, TWO, THREE--ONE, TWO,
THREE."]
HOW THE GEESE SAVED THE BABY.
BY MRS. L. G. MORSE.
John Evans was raking hay in a field on the south side of his cottage,
while his wife was in the dairy printing butter for market. Little Elsy,
their two-year-old baby, was playing with blocks on the sitting-room
floor, and old Robin Hood, the dog, was asleep on the grass close by the
door that opened on the lawn.
The sky was almost cloudless, and the sun blazed warm in the fields.
"Just the weather to make the corn grow," said John Evans, resting a
quarter of a minute, and looking contentedly over the wall at his
flourishing corn blades, already two good inches at least above those of
his rich neighbor, Mr. Haverly.
"Elsy is safe," said Barbara, the trim little house-maid. "I might as
well knead up the bread." And she whisked through the sitting-room so
fast, and with so little noise, that Elsy only looked up to see if a
bird had flown in over the low half-door.
Tired of her blocks at last, Elsy went and tugged at the door, and made
the latch rattle. Robin opened one eye--the one toward the house--and
half-cocked an ear. But Elsy kept up the rattle long enough for him to
get used to it, and drawing his tail closer under his nose, he ceased
paying any attention to the child. He knew she was behind the door. He
had done his full duty by standing on his hind-legs against it, and
looking to see what she was about before he settled himself for his nap.
She rattled the latch every day, but she had never been able to lift
it--he needn't have _that_ on his mind. So, by-and-by, when the crown of
her little white head showed itself above the door, Robin was dozing
away, more sleepy than ever.
She had pushed her block-box close to the sill, and stepped on it to
take another view of the latch. For Elsy was enterprising, and had no
more idea than have other two-year-old babies of remaining in ignorance
of any new and untried danger. Of course she succeeded at last, and so
easily that she pushed the door open and let herself backward down the
steps without waking the dog.
The oldest mother goose in the barn-yard was as energetic as Elsy. She
quacked about among her neighbors until she collected the whole flock,
and then matronized them down to the big shallow pond in front of the
house. They pottered a good deal on the way among mud-puddles, for there
had been a shower the night before.
Dame Evans pottered too in the dairy, but that was because pretty Miss
Ruth Haverly called to bespeak some of the butter before it should be
sent to market, and was trying her hands at the printing. Very soft
white hands they were, and Mrs. Evans enjoyed watching them.
"There," she said, "that one is a beauty!" as Ruth turned one of the
yellow balls into a dish. But she never would have allowed anybody else
to meddle so with her butter. A spot on the dairy shelf would have been
as great a crime as a speck on the snow-white kerchief crossed on her
bosom. But no thought would she have taken of the butter, nor even of
dainty Miss Ruth, had she known what Elsy was doing. Nor would Barbara
have cared so much about the bread. She was singing, and did not hear
Elsy fumbling with the door-latch.
But the child had trotted by Robin Hood, down the long path, all the way
to the river, and was so pleased at the feat that she laughed aloud. It
was the first chance she had ever had to get alone to the river.
Somebody had always been on hand to pull her away just in time to save
her feet from touching the water. Now they touched it in comfort, and
little cool ripples washed over the toes of her stockings--she had
pulled her shoes off long ago in the house. She ran up and down the edge
of the water a few times, and then began picking up sticks and stray
leaves to throw into it. Higher and higher her spirits rose with the
sport. If it had not been for Barbara's song, Robin would surely have
heard Elsy shout. But Robin was lazy in his old age, and was actually
snoring. Elsy spied a pretty goose-feather, and gave it a toss. The
breeze carried it farther out on the water than the small maid intended.
But she was fearless, and catching at some cat-tails growing on the
bank, she waded in after her feather.
[Illustration: THE RESCUE.--DRAWN BY H. P. SHARE.]
She stumbled over the uneven bottom, and the stones hurt her soft little
feet. Down she went, head and all under water, just as the geese came,
ready at last for their swim. When they saw Elsy splashing about, they
thought she was trespassing. Or perhaps they understood perfectly well
that the river, although safe for them, was a dangerous place for the
innocent baby. Who knows? Certain it was that as Elsy went down under
the water, the geese flapped their wings, and made a tremendous racket.
They made such a noise as never had been heard in the place before. They
wakened old Robin at last, and brought him quick as a flash to his post
of duty. Oh, he could make noise enough then, to be sure! He could tear
round the house like a hurricane, dash down the path and into the water,
seize little Elsy's dress, and hold her head above the surface until her
father came to the rescue, plunged into the river, and in another minute
had borne his darling safely to land. Her bright eyes were closed, and
her form lay quite senseless against her father's bosom, while Robin
looked up to be sure she was safe, and Barbara ran terrified from the
house, her singing silenced at last.
But Elsy opened her eyes again before long. Joy greeted the little life
saved, and the mother half smothered old Robin with kisses, in spite of
his dripping coat, which utterly ruined her kerchief.
John Evans and his good dame would never have cheated a mouse of its
due, yet they petted and honored old Robin as long as he lived, and told
children and grandchildren hundreds of times how it was _he_ saved Elsy,
when, as sure as anything, the whole credit was due to the geese.
[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]
We have received a large number of letters from our young readers asking
for stamps, leaves, flowers, and other things; but unless they offer
some suitable equivalent in exchange, which they must specify in the
letter, we can not print such requests.
The cooking club is broken up. We are assured that the disbandment is
not on account of any bad feeling among the members, neither for lack of
interest, but that the sole reason is the whooping-cough! As we have
already given enough recipes to render our young housekeepers skillful
bread, cake, and candy makers, if they try them all, we shall not print
any after the present number. If any of you wish to give a tea party to
your little friends, by using the recipes sent by the little readers of
HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE you can prepare with your own hands a very
inviting supper, for you could wish for nothing nicer than hot
pop-overs, little cakes, and candy.
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BALTIMORE, MARYLAND.
I am almost ten years old, and I weigh fifty-seven pounds. My
greatest pleasure is in reading HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. My papa
subscribed for it, beginning with the first number. I read the
nice stories over and over again. I like my paper better than any
present I ever received, and look forward with great joy to every
Wednesday, when it comes.
How I wish I could tell all the boys and girls in this city what a
good paper it is! I would like to get one thousand new
subscribers. It is such nice print, and the stories are so plainly
told that any little boy can understand them. Good-by.
WILLIE F. L.
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NEW YORK CITY.
I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think it is the nicest paper I ever
read.
I have a very cunning little poodle dog for a pet. He will stand
up in a corner, and hold a cane in his paws, and a pipe in his
mouth.
FRANK B. W.
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WORCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS.
My friend Ethel has a parrot that her father brought from South
America. He is a very funny bird. One day Ethel went into the room
where he was, and he said, "Ethel, Ethel." She did not answer, and
after waiting a moment the parrot said, "What?" as if to remind
her to answer him. He talks mostly in Spanish, but has learned a
good many English words since he came to this country. He laughs
so loud sometimes that a person can not talk in the room with him.
I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much indeed. My brother was interested in
"Old Times in the Colonies," and hopes there will be some more
Indian stories.
OLIVE R.
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PINEVILLE, MISSOURI.
I send you my brother's way of making beautiful soap-bubbles: Take
a basin of either warm or cold water, and mix with it a quantity
of country-made soap. Then take a piece of hollow pumpkin vine
about a foot long, and place one end of it in the basin and one in
the mouth, and blow.
WROTON K.
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WHITEHALL, ILLINOIS.
I take HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think it is the best paper
published.
I have some minnows which I feed on bits of bread and meat. They
are so tame that when I go to feed them, they will come up and eat
from my fingers.
NORMAN W. J.
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MOBERLY, MISSOURI.
We have a big dog named Jack. He is the biggest dog in town. He
weighs over one hundred pounds, and he is very intelligent.
Mamma found a queer worm the other day. Its eyes were green, and
it was green all over. It had yellow bunches on its back with
prickles on them, and on its sides were blue spots. Papa took it
down town, but nobody knew what it was. I wish some correspondent
could tell me its name.
MAGGIE P. B.
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BROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
I have three turtles. The smallest one I can cover with a
twenty-five-cent piece. It sometimes stays under water over
thirteen minutes.
I would like to tell Jessie B., whose letter was in No. 33, that
she must put her turtle in water deep enough to half cover it; and
when she feeds it, she must put one end of the worm in the water,
and whenever the turtle snaps for it, she must lift it up, until,
after a while, the turtle will take it from her hand.
I like the story of "The Moral Pirates" the best of all. I am ten
years old.
W. G.
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MOUNT PLEASANT, NEW YORK.
I am having a very nice time up here among the Catskills. I go
fishing very often, and always have very good luck. I am also
hunting for birds' eggs, and have collected a large number.
We are entirely surrounded by the mountains, one of which I have
already ascended, and was rewarded by a beautiful view of the
surrounding country.
Through exchange with the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE I have received
a great many eggs. I hope all the correspondents are enjoying
their vacation as well as I am mine.
I. QUACKENBOSS.
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BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS.
Since I wrote to YOUNG PEOPLE I have received and exchanged so
many specimens! I am delighted. Last week my papa helped me, and
we sent twenty-three boxes of ocean curiosities to different parts
of the United States.
I have all sorts of beautiful things. One of them is a live bat
that is so tame that he will eat from my hand, and does not offer
to fly away.
I get something new nearly every day from some of the subscribers
of YOUNG PEOPLE. I think it is the nicest paper I ever saw.
"WEE TOT" BRAINARD.
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WRIGHTS, CALIFORNIA.
I am eleven years old, and I live in the Santa Cruz Mountains.
Sometimes we are above the clouds. When it is clear, we can see
the bay, and the ships coming in.
There are deep gulches here, full of trees and moss and fern.
Wild-cats, wolves, and California lions live here, and they often
steal our chickens. We dare not go far from the house at night.
From this you would think that it is a very wild country, but it
is not, and there are a great many people living here. The animals
live in the gulches, and only come out at night when we are
asleep.
I have taken YOUNG PEOPLE from the first number.
JESSIE N.
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VIENNA, NEW JERSEY.
I had a little kitten. I stroked it one day, and it followed me
down to an ash-barrel, where it went smelling round as if it was
hungry. Then I went up the street a little way to where a girl was
sweeping, and I asked her if it was her kitten. She said it was,
but she was going to give it away. I asked her to give it to me,
and she did. Then I took it home, and fed it on milk. As soon as I
brought the milk up stairs it began lapping it as fast as its
little tongue could go. I brought it to the country with me in a
little basket, and about two weeks afterward it died. I was very,
very sorry, for it was my only pet. It would lie on its back under
the centre table, and play with a string.
I am only six years old, and I can not write very well yet.
CHARLIE J. P.
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REIDSVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA.
I am ten years old. My papa takes YOUNG PEOPLE for me, and
HARPER'S WEEKLY for mamma. I live in a tobacco-manufacturing town.
There are about two thousand negroes employed in the factories.
I have three little dogs for pets--two rat terriers and a little
yellow dog. Their names are Minnie, Whitefoot, and Ka.
I had a present of a large book-case filled with books, from my
grandpa, who lives in Richmond, but I like to read YOUNG PEOPLE
best of all.
WILLIE W.
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LINWOOD, KANSAS.
My brother made me a present of YOUNG PEOPLE for a year. I never
saw such a nice little paper before. I think there is nothing like
it. I can not tell which is the best story, for all of them are so
good. I can hardly wait for Wednesday to come, for that is the day
I get my paper.
I have a kitty that is almost white. It will run right up a smooth
wall.
I am eleven years old. I live in the country, and I go to school
when there is any.
LEONIE Y.
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ATLANTA, GEORGIA.
I think YOUNG PEOPLE is the nicest little paper I have ever read.
I like the story of "Across the Ocean" best of all.
The 1st of July I read a letter from Canada, in the Post-office
Box, saying that strawberries were just ripening. That seemed so
funny to me, for they had been all gone for ever so long here. I
feel so sorry for the Canadians, and for all people who live in
cold countries, for it is so cold there in winter.
We have taken YOUNG PEOPLE ever since the first number. Papa takes
all of Harper's periodicals.
LIZZIE E. H.
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BOONVILLE, INDIANA.
I live in the southern part of this State, and I go to school when
the school is open. I have not taken YOUNG PEOPLE very long, but I
like it so much I can scarcely wait till it comes.
I had a pet goat, but I sold it, and now I have a very handsome
redbird that my grandpa gave me. Its name is Bob. Papa made me a
martin box last spring, but the bluebirds took possession of it.
The English sparrows come on our porch, and eat the wheat Bob
drops from his cage.
GEORGE G. S.
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BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS.
I am seven years old, and I am going to write this and spell it
all myself.
I have a little dog, and he will beg, and he will jump through a
hoop.
We do not have far to go to school, because it is in the next
house to ours. I have been to school one year and a half.
EDITH G. H.
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DECATUR, TEXAS.
I have been taking YOUNG PEOPLE ever since Christmas, and I want
to put a letter in the Post-office Box to say how very much I like
to read it.
I am nine years old. I have been going to school about seven
months, but now it is vacation, and I have time to play with all
my pets.
I wish all the little boys and girls in the United States could
read YOUNG PEOPLE.
BLANCHE S.
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FORT MISSOULA, MONTANA TERRITORY.
Here is a recipe for sponge-cake: One cup of fine white sugar;
three eggs; beat the sugar and eggs together till they are white;
then add one table-spoonful of milk and one cup of flour. Do not
beat up after mixing in the flour, as it will make the cake heavy.
Bake about twenty minutes in a quick oven. My big sister makes
this just as light as it can be.
JULIA G.
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PARKVILLE, LONG ISLAND.
Here is a recipe for pop-overs: Three doll's cups of flour; two of
milk; one egg; one salt-spoonful of baking powder; half a
salt-spoonful of salt. Bake in patty-pans fifteen minutes in a
quick oven. Break open and butter, and eat while hot.
I like the engravings in YOUNG PEOPLE, especially "The Little
Miser," and "Kitty, you can't have my Apple." I have a kitty
named Netty.
EMMIE R.
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I get HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE every week, and I think it is the best
paper for boys and girls.
I am collecting postage stamps, and would like to exchange with
any of the readers.
JOHN DOLUNE,
109 South St. Clair Street, Dayton, Ohio.
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I am spending the summer here in the country, although I live in
Cambridge. I would like to exchange birds' eggs and nests with any
readers of YOUNG PEOPLE.
GEORGE L. OSGOOD, Jun.,
P. O. Box 38, Dublin, New Hampshire.
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I have a great variety of United States International Revenue
stamps, and would like to exchange them for others.
FRANK LYNN,
1 Pemberton Square, Room No. 4, Boston, Mass.
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Papa has taken YOUNG PEOPLE for me for several months, and I like
it so much. I think "The Moral Pirates" is very interesting, only
it is a great wonder that those boys do not get drowned. The story
about Frank Austin was splendid, but it was not long enough.
I am eleven years old. I live one mile from town. My brother has a
large farm here. I have some of the prettiest little ducks you
ever saw, and the most playful little kitten in the world. Kitty
will run up my back and go to sleep on my shoulder.
I would like to exchange flower seeds with some little girl. I
have a pretty lily that is in bloom now. It is called
lily-of-the-Nile.
JESSIE LEE,
Lewisville, Lafayette County, Arkansas.
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I am making a collection of birds' eggs, and would like to
exchange with any of the correspondents of YOUNG PEOPLE. I have
eggs of the robin, cat-bird, bluebird, king-bird, brown thrush,
orchard oriole, and of several kinds of sparrows.
AUGUST PILGER,
172 East One-hundred-and-thirteenth Street, New York City.
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L. M. Fobes writes to us that by exchange with the readers of YOUNG
PEOPLE he has added more than two hundred new postage stamps to his
collection. If he wishes to obtain any more United States, German,
English, or Mexican stamps, Theodore Dreyfus, 255 St. Mary's Street, New
Orleans, Louisiana, a little boy nine years old, would be glad to
exchange with him.
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I have a very nice collection of insects, and would like to
exchange with some one living in the South, or any other distant
locality.
KITTIE WEAVER,
Villa Park, Mankato, Minnesota.
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S. E. THOMAS.--You can make a heated-air toy balloon with tissue-paper,
a very light wire hoop with a cross piece, and a sponge. Cut your paper
in shape like a lengthened quarter of orange peel, and after pasting the
edges firmly together, joining them only at one end, paste the open end
around the wire hoop. Soak the sponge with as much alcohol or turpentine
as it will hold, and after fastening it securely to the cross piece of
the hoop, light it, and the balloon will soon expand with the heated
air, and rise. If you make the balloon of colored tissue-paper, and it
rises while the sponge is still burning, the effect at night is very
pretty. A bunch of tow might be used in place of a sponge.
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SADIE MCB.--We think the address given by the correspondent you wish to
exchange with is sufficient. Write, and you will probably receive an
answer.
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ED. S. K.--In YOUNG PEOPLE No. 23 you will find full directions for
building a sloop-yacht.
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CHARLES K.--The recipe for butter-scotch was in the Post-office Box of
YOUNG PEOPLE No. 37.
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FORD M. G.--The specimen you send is a sphinx moth, of which there are
several varieties in the United States.
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F. W. B.--You can obtain the numbers of YOUNG PEOPLE you wish by sending
one dollar and fourteen cents to the publishers.
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BROWNIE.--A salt-water turtle feeds upon the tough stems of sea-weeds,
and upon crustacea and very small mollusks, but it might eat bits of
bread and meat, or insects.
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GEORGE H. K.--We doubt if you could make a microscope which would be as
cheap or as satisfactory as one already manufactured. Microscopes may be
bought at all prices.
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Favors are acknowledged from Mary C. Hodges, Clare A. Howe, Amy Piper,
Mabel C. C., Nellie W. Edson, M. C. S., Carrie Taylor, Mart Seeds, Lidie
B. D., George A. C., Thomas S., H. S. K., Margarets M. and W., Allie
M. B., George Paul, Clara S. A., Angie and Anna W., C. Hegemin, Orrin D.
Bradford, Mattie Murphy, Josie Parcher, Bertie Jones, Bertha F. H.,
Charles A. H., E. I. R., Frank Boucher, Stella M. S., Mary E. Paine,
Victoria Gregory.
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Correct answers to puzzles are received from Wroton Kenny, A. H. Ellard,
James C. Smith, Philip P. Cruger, Bertie Bassett, Daisy Balch, Harry C.
and Shelton H., C. M., E. A. Cartereau, L. M. Fobes, Mary C. Spaulding,
H. M. P., Fanny Squire, Willie Murphy, "Capt. Frank," R. H. King, Marion
E. Norcross, G. Volckhausen, Gracie Kelley, Henry M. Western, Frank
Merry, Jennie Edwards.
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PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.
No. 1.
ENIGMA.
My first is in ducat, my second in gold.
My third is in courage, my fourth is in bold.
My fifth is in whimper; my sixth is in scream.
My seventh is in thinking, my eighth is in dream.
My ninth is in acorn, my tenth is in seed.
My eleventh is in hunger, my twelfth is in need.
My thirteenth is in silence, my fourteenth in death.
My fifteenth is in living, my sixteenth in breath.
You may spell out my name, you may have me in view,
But I'm still an enigma to all but a few.
LOTTIE.
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No. 2.
NUMERICAL CHARADE.
I am an ancient historian composed of 8 letters.
My 5, 7, 3, 8 is a pet animal.
My 6, 2, 3, 4 conveys water.
My 1, 2, 8, 6 is a nickname.
EDDIE.
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No. 3.
WORD SQUARE.
First, an explosive article. Second, a mixture. Third, manner. Fourth,
in a servile state.
A. H. E.
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No. 4.
DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
Frozen vapor. Fear. A fruit. A form of government. A member of a
religious community. Vessels. Answer--Tempests, and their consequences.
LONE STAR.
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No. 5.
ENIGMA.
My first is in cat, but not in dog.
My second is in marsh, but not in bog.
My third is in hand, but not in fist.
My fourth is in rubber, but not in whist.
My fifth is in cow, but not in milk.
My sixth is in woollen, but not in silk.
My seventh is in brays, but not in neighs.
My whole is a poet whose rhythmic lays
Are writ in English of ancient days.
E. A. L.
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ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 40.
No. 1.
New York.
No. 2.
H ar T
Y ablono I
E g G
N ot E
A rmo R
Hyena, Tiger.
No. 3.
Tierra del Fuego.
No. 4
P
E A T
P A P E R
T E N
R
No. 5
S N O W
N I N E
O N C E
W E E K
No. 6
Lafayette
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