Harper's Young People, Vol. 01, Issue 41, August 10, 1880-Various

0:00Section 1 of Harper's Young People, Volume 1, Issue 41. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by Shrimpfish. Harper's Young People, Volume 1, Issue 41. The Moral Pirates, Chapter 11. Begin in number 31 of Harper's Young People, June 1. Boys said Tom as he was kindling the fire the next morning. Do you know what day it is? Saturday, of course, replied the others. Your wrong, it's Sunday. It can't be exclaimed Harry. But it is, persisted Tom. This night was the sixth night that we've slept outdoors, and we started on a Monday.

1:01Tom was right, but it was sometime before his companions could convince themselves that it was actually Sunday. When they finally admitted that it was Sunday morning, they gave up the idea of proceeding up the canal and began to discuss what they had better do. The boat, which had been drawn out of the water the night before, was concealed by a clump of bushes from the canal boatman. The boys decided to leave it where it was, and to carry the tent and most of their baggage to a grove a quarter of a mile distant, where they could pass a quiet Sunday. The locks were not yet opened, and no canal boats were stirring. And the boys made their way to the grove at once while their movements were unobserved. They were afraid that if they attracted the attention of the boatman to the clump of bushes, someone would steal the white wing while her crew were absent. They had already seen enough of the canalers to know that they were a wild and lawless set of men, and they were not anxious to put the temptation of stealing a nice boat in

2:04their way. The grove was a delightful place, and when they had pitched the tent under the shadow of the great oak trees, they were glad of the prospect of a good day's rest. Common hairy walked nearly a mile to church in the morning, leaving the sharp boys to look after the camp, and they all slept most of the afternoon. About dusk as the fire for cooking supper was blazing briskly, Joe returned from a foraging expedition quite out of breath, and with his milk-pale half empty. He said that he had met three tramps on the road, which passed through the grove not very far from the camp, and that they had snatched a pie from him that he had bought at the farmhouse and had chased him for some distance. He had been badly frightened as he frankly admitted, but the other boys thought that it was a good joke on him. They told him that the tramps would trek him by the milk that he had spilled, and would probably attack the camp and scalp him. They soon forgot the adventure, however, with the exception of Tom, who, although he said

3:06nothing at the time, poured water on the fire as soon as the supper was cooked, an act which somewhat astonished the rest. Soon afterward he went into the tent for a few moments, and when he returned he was beginning to advise Joe not to laugh quite so loud when the crackling of branches was heard in the grove, and three very unpleasant-looking men appeared. It was fast growing dark, but Joe immediately recognized them as the tramps who had stolen his pie. We've come to supper, said one of them. Let's see what you've got. You've asked the bill of fair sunny and look sharp about it. Tom immediately answered that they had eaten their supper, and that there was nothing left of it but some coffee. If you wanted the coffee, take it, said he. There isn't anything else for you. That ain't a per-light way to treat three gentlemen as come a long ways to call on you," said the tram.

4:06We'll just have to help ourselves, and we'll begin by looking into your tent. Perhaps you've got a crust of bread there, what'll save a poor, starving working man from dying on the spot. Tom hastily stepped before the tent. You can't go into this tent, he said, very quietly, and you'd better leave this camp and go about your business. Just hear him, said the tram, addressing his companions, as if this year identical camp wasn't our business. Now boys, he continued, you've got money with you, and you've got clothes, and one on news got to watch, and you're going to give them to three honest, hard-working men, or else you're going to have your nice little throats cut. Here boys, quick, cried Tom rushing into the tent, where he was followed by the other boys before the tramps could stop them. Here, here, he continued, tick the book hook.

5:09There's a hatchet for you, Jim, and a sick for Joe. Now we'll see if they can rob us. So saying he stepped outside the tent with the gun in his hand, followed closely by his little army. The ruffians hesitated when they saw the cool way in which Tom confronted them, so they proposed to compromise, as they called it. Look here, said the one who had hitherto been the spokesman. We ain't unreasonable, and we'll compromise this year business. You give us your money in that chap's watch, and we'll let you alone. This is what I call a very handsome offer. We won't give you a thing," replied Tom, and I'll shoot the first one of you that lays a hand on us. The tramps consulted for a moment, and then the leader, with a frightful oath, ordered Tom to drop that gun instantly. Tom never said a word, but he cocked both barrels and waited, with his eye fixed on the enemy. Presently the tramps separated a little, though a leader remaining where he had been standing,

6:14and the others moving one to the right and the other to the left of the boys. They evidently intended to rush on Tom from three directions at once, and so confuse him, and prevent him from shooting. I'll take the leader and the man on the right," whispered Tom to Harry. "'You lay for the other fellow with your book hook. I've given you fair warning!' He continued, addressing the ruffians, and oh, fire the minute you tried to attack us!' The boys were standing close together in front of the tent, Tom being a little in advance of the others. Suddenly the leader of the tramps called out. "'Now then!' No three made a rush toward Tom. He fired at the train in front of him, hitting him in the leg, and bringing him to the ground, but before he could fire again the others who were upon him. The boys gallantly stood by Tom. Harry attacked one of the tramps with the boat hook so fiercely that the fellow cried out that he was stabbed and ran away. Meanwhile Tom was struggling with the third tramp, who had thrown him down and was trying

7:16to wrench the gun from him while Jim and Joe were hovering around them, afraid to strike at the tramp, for fear of hitting Tom. But now Harry, having driven off his antagonist, flew to the help of Tom, and, season of the tramp by his hair, embracing one knee against his back, dragged him backward to the ground, and held him there until Tom regained his feet, and, holding the muzzle of the gun at the robber's head, called on him to surrender, which the fellow gladly did. "'Get some rope, Jim, and tie him,' cried Tom. Hold onto his hair, Harry, and I'll blow his brains out if he offers to move. The tramp was not at all anxious to part with his brains, and he remained perfectly quiet while Jim and Joe tied his feet together and his hands behind his back. "'Now you stand over him with the boat hook, Harry,' said Tom, and I'll see to the other fellow. The other fellow was, of course, the man who had been shot. Tom lighted the lantern for it was now quite dark, and found that Theraphyon had been

8:18shot in the lower part of his right leg, and had fainted from loss of blood. Ticking a towel, Tom tore it into strips, and bound up the wound, and by the time he had finished, the patient became conscious again, and begged Tom not to take him to prison. Now, this was precisely what the boys did not want to do, as it would probably delay them for several days, and perhaps put an end to their crews. Tom therefore said to the prisoner, whom Harry was guarding, that if he would promise to help the wounded man away, and take him to see a doctor, he would be released. The tramp gladly accepted the offer, and Harry unfastened the rope from his legs and darms, while Tom kept his gun and readiness to use it at the first sign of treachery. The tramp's, however, had quite enough of fighting, and were only too anxious to get away. The wounded man was helped to his feet by his companion, and the two went slowly off, one half-carrying the other, and both cursing the coward who had run away.

9:20As they hobbled off, Tom called out, I'm sorry I had to hurt you, but I couldn't help it you know, and if any of you come back here tonight you'll find us ready for you. It was a long time before the boys fell asleep that night, and Tom was overwhelmed with praise for his coolness and bravery, though he felt certain that the tramp's would not return, he proposed that a sentinel should keep guard outside the tent, offering to share that duty with Harry, since the other boys were not familiar with guns. To all night long, Tom and Harry, relieving one another every two hours, marched up and down in front of the tent, keeping a sharp watch for robbers, and prepared for desperate fight every time they heard the slightest noise. To be continued. End of Section 1 In two of Harper's Young People Volume 1 issue 41, this is a Libravox recording.

10:21All the Bravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or two volunteer, please visit thebravox.org. Read it by Larry Wilson. Harper's Young People Volume 1 issue 41, Easy Botany, August Wild Flowers. A wild flowers of August had their own distinguishing characteristics. We find the road sides gleaming and glowing with brilliant colors, and all the tribes of strong growing and strong scented plants that prefer the later summer months. Among others, the singular dismodium, or brush-treefoil, is interesting from having the leaves and flowers grow on separate plants, quite unconnected apparently, and often some little distance apart. The large spreading leaves grow on a stalk as if they had nothing to do with anything else. What the young botanist who may grasp this plume of leaves will find that the root leaves along underground till suddenly up comes another plant, a tall stem with panicles of purplish

11:23flowers. All these freaks or peculiarities become delightful to the observant eye. The ground nut or wild bean is a very handsome climber and peculiar in appearance. The clusters of waxy flowers are rich brown and white, growing very thick and having the scent of violets. The tubers are often eaten. The wild kidney bean is found in cups and along road sides, from Connecticut to Illinois. It climbs high from a perennial root with clusters of small bright purple flowers. In rich woodlands in the middle states and west the peanut is very interesting to young searchers. The plant bears two kinds of flowers, the upper ones ripening no fruit, but the lower or underground ones bearing the well-known peanuts. Tried to find a remarkable plant belonging to the convolvillus family, the wild potato vine, or man of the earth. It is not very easily overlooked. Several stems spring from the same root, growing in 27 or 8 feet high.

12:26The leaves are large and have various shapes, heart shaped, pointed and fiddle shaped. Three or four large blossoms, several inches broad, growing clusters. The flowers are white with purple in the tube. This remarkable vine is found in sandy fields and by road sides, so Connecticut to Illinois in south. A large plant grows by the end of an old country bridge near Cane Connecticut. The stems are long and stout and grow from a huge root that weighs 15 or 20 pounds. The beautiful Augusta lilies make the fields in Meadows gay. The stately pale yellow lilies spotted with brown or purple, the darker yellow, and the fiery red lily contrasted with the white's piranthes or lady's stresses. Now the radiant heads of the countless composite flowers are highest and most showy, and a walk or drive along any country road reveals such masses of color as to arrest and enchant the most unobservant eye. On one woodland road at Orange New Jersey, the shades of aster's from the deepest violet

13:27blue and purple to the paleis lilac are bewilderingly beautiful, while the splendid varieties of liatres or button snake root, the rose purple and white oxide daisies and white aster's, golden rod and the great open-eyed cornflowers or red becky-as are certainly beyond description. Try to find the elegant golden aster's which are more rare, it'll keep cod Massachusetts at Nantucket and on the pine barons of New Jersey they may be found. But for the compass plant if you have the command of the prairies, it is not pretty, is rough and course looking, but is immortalized by longfellow. The peculiarity consists in the arrangement of the leaves, the lower and root leaves, which being very large spread out on the open prairies and are disposed to present their edges pointing north and south, thus sometimes guiding the bewilder traveller. Another beautiful prairie plant, two or three feet high, is found in dry and sandy soils and in rocky crevices. The flowers are numerous of a beautiful bright blue or bluish white, and what makes it interesting

14:32is that it is supposed to prefer localities where lead or prevails and is called lead plant. Now is the time for any so disposed to make a collection of herbs as they are called. In old fashioned days these herbs were considered great treasures and cures for many of the ills of humanity. They were tied carefully in bunches and hung in the garret of the farmhouse to dry. The odor of dry herbs comes to me now, as I think of a dear old garret, a favorite play place of early childhood. No child familiar with the garret of a country home can ever forget its mysterious charm, but I must remember that I am writing at flowers and leave the captivating subjects of garrets. Multitudes of potent herbs may now be found in the woods, by the roadside, everywhere. Tensy, chemo-mile, warm wood ever-lasting, wild basal, lavender, germander, pin-roil, spear-met, balm, peppermint, whore-hound, hisp-time, rosemary, sage, wild bergamot, catnip,

15:41mother-wirt, comfrey, bonicet, thorough-wirt, fiddle, and many other life-giving plants. They are generally coarse-looking and rough, with strong stems and strong odors, and no beauty though in some cases the flowers are a pretty blue or rose-color. All these things, even to the summer gathering of herbs for some dear relative, become interesting to the young student, because it is a real pleasure to become familiar with the varieties which are presented in nature's domain, and the homely grills are sometimes of more importance than the ornamental, a consoling thought to such of us as are possessed of but little physical beauty. End of Section 2 Section 3 of Harper's Young People, Volume 1, Issue 41. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org.

16:47Harper's Young People, Volume 1, Issue 41. The Boy Immigrant in Russia. A True Story by David Care Many years ago, when Peter the Great was Zara of Russia, and when the improvements that he was making all over the country gave for in Workman a fine chance of earning high wages, a number of immigrants landed one cold winter morning at one of the Russian ports on the Gulf of Finland to see if they could find work as so many others had done. A curious mixture they were. Men, women, and children from every country on either side of the Baltic. Tall, fresh-colored Swedes, in gray frocks and thick blue stockings, stout, light-haired Germans and ruddy blue eyed Danes, big-bone Pomeranians with low foreheads and shaggy brown beards, and short squat fins whose round puffy faces and thick yellow hair gave them the

17:50look of overboiled apple dumplings. But their first taste of Russia was not at all a pleasant one. At the port where they had landed, it was the rule that all immigrants who came ashore should be kept in one place till the Zara's agents came to examine them. And the place where they were kept was an old warehouse, very bare and dismal looking, with nothing in it but a few old sales and some heaps of straw. Here they remained for two days, while the snow fell and the wind roared outside their food being brought them by the soldiers of the port. The men smoked their pipes and played cards. The women knitted stockings or mended the clothes of their husbands and children. While the little people played hide and seek in and out of the dark corners and made the gloomy old place quite merry with their shouts and laughter. But there was one boy, a bright-eyed little fellow with brown curly hair, who took no

18:52part in the fun, but sat in a corner by himself, chalking curious figures on the wall, which he seemed to copy from the book in his other hand. Anyone who had looked closely at these figures would have seen that they were letters, Russian letters, and that sometimes he would write a whole word at once, and then put the meaning opposite it in German. In fact, he was teaching himself the language of this new country that he had got into, and seemed to be pretty well on with it. For every now and then he would leave off writing and read a page of his book without meeting a single word that he could not master. Look at Karl-Auster Mignander, Slaveng away at that book of his, said one of the men. Much good that'll do him, as if one could solve Plank or Hammer or Rivet any better for knowing that cracked jaw-lingo.

19:52He's going to teach the Russians their own language. That's what he's at, grand another. A regular professor, Amy, far too clever for poor fellows like us. I, he'll be a great man one of these days, chimed in a third with a horse laugh, and then perhaps he'll be kind enough to give us a job. Little Karl's eyes sparkled, and he set his lips firmly, as if making up his mind that he would be a great man yet, somehow or other. But he said nothing, and went quietly on with his work. Suddenly the door flew open, and in came a Russian soldier in a shabby green uniform, trimmed with faded gold lace. He was a very tall and powerful man, with a dark, weather-beaten face framed in close-cropped hair, and great black eyes that seemed to pierce right through anyone whom they looked

20:55at. I see my good fellows, cried he. Here's an order from the Tsar, which I'm to paste up in this room, and I want to have it in German and Swedish as well as Russian, that everyone who comes in may be able to read it. Perhaps one of you would kindly lend me a hand with the job, for I'm not very glib at foreign languages myself. The men glanced meaningly at each other, and the two who had been making fun of Osterman looked rather sheepish, as if thinking that they had better have been learning Russian themselves instead of laughing at him. I'll do it for you, Mr. Soldier, said Little Osterman, stepping boldly forward. If there aren't any very big words in it, I've only got as far as three syllable words in Russian yet, you know. The soldiers stared at him for a moment, and then began to laugh.

21:57Well, my boy, I don't think you'll find many big words on this paper. It's pretty plain sailing so far as it goes. See if you can read it. Carl took the paper and read it off easily enough. Well, done, my fine fellow, cried the Russian. You're a smart lad for your age. I can see that. Now try, if you can, put it into German. To work went our hero, with a look as solemn as any professor on his little round face. Once or twice he stopped as if at a loss for a word, but he got through at last, and having finished the German, began upon the Swedish. What? Do you know Swedish too? Cryt his new friend. Why, man, you're a perfect dictionary. My mother was a sweet, answered Ostriman, and she taught me her own language, and my father

22:57was a German, and he taught me his. "'You're a lucky fellow,' said the Russian with a sigh. "'I only wish I had someone to teach me when I was your age. I should know a great deal more than I do.'" "'What? Didn't your father teach you then?' She died when I was a mere child,' said the Russian sadly. And my mother too. "'Oh dear, I'm so sorry, but had you no brothers or sisters?' I had a brother, but he was blind, poor fellow, and couldn't help me, and as for my sister, hear his face darkened fearfully. Instead of being kind to me, she tried to have me killed. "'What a shame,' cried the boy indignantly, clenching a fist about the size of a large plum. "'I only wish I'd been your brother.

23:58I wouldn't have let anybody touch you.'" This valiant promise of protection, made by a tiny boy to a stalwart soldier of six feet three, tickled the other immigrant so much that they burst into a roar of laughter, which made the old walls ring. But the soldier did not laugh. He only pressed his hand tenderly over the child's curly head, and then stooped to look at the book which Carl had been reading. "'Ah, the story of Ilya the strong. I used to be very fond of it when I was a boy. How do you like it?' Very much indeed, I didn't think I'd have time to finish it when they said the Tsar was coming to look at us, but I suppose he's too busy amusing himself to care about us poor fellows. The soldier gave such a terrible frown that the men nearest him started back in dismay,

25:02and even Osterman himself looked startled. At the next moment the Russians faced clear again, though it was still very sad. "'You shouldn't talk like that, my boy,' said he. "'The Tsar would have come to you directly you landed, if he hadn't been ill. However, he's well again now, and I shouldn't wonder if you were to see him here today.'" Just then the door opened again, and entrapped a dozen grand-looking officers in splendid uniforms. The foremost of whom making a low bow to the Shabby soldier said very respectfully, "'All is ready, Your Majesty.'" At the word, Majesty, all the immigrants started as if they had been shot. For they now saw that this Shabby-looking fellow whom they had taken for a common soldier was no other than the Tsar Peter the Great himself. But little Osterman did not seem frightened in the least.

26:04He slid his soft little hand into the Emperor's huge brown fist, and cried joyfully. "'I'm so glad you're a good Tsar, after all, for the Tsars that I've read about were all very bad fellows indeed, and I know I shouldn't have liked them.'" "'Well, well, my boy,' said Peter, clapping him on the shoulder with a hearty laugh. "'I hope you'll find me a little better than some of them, even though I am an Emperor. Come along with me, and I'll find you something better to do than chalking an old wall.'" The boy went with his new friend, and any history of Russia will tell you how high Osterman rose, and what great things he accomplished. Peter the Great made him his secretary. The Empress Catherine I made him her Chamberlain. And the Tsar Peter II gave him a title of honor. And before the Empress Anne had been many years on the throne, the little student whom

27:06his comrades had laughed at in the Old Warehouse thirty years before had become Count Osterman, Prime Minister of Russia. Section 3 Read by Gila Freberg Napa October 7, 2024 Section 4 of Harper's Young People Volume 1, Issue 41 This is a Librevox recording, all Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Harper's Young People Volume 1, Issue 41. Begun in Harper's Young People No. 37, July 13. The Story of the American Navy We have a right to enter any of your vessels without your leave, to seek for suspected

28:08desertors from our Navy and to take them away when found, said the British government to the Americans again after the war with the Barbary States. By so doing you insult our flag, beware, replied the Americans. There was no power in that beware, for our little Navy which had performed such valiant deeds, had under the pretext of public economy, been transformed into a swarm of gunboats, a mosquito fleet that was ridiculed at home and despised abroad. British cruisers patrolled American waters and insulted our flag whenever they pleased. They became legalized plunders and no American merchant vessel leaving port was safe from their depredations. In 1807, a British squadron lay an obey on the coast of Virginia.

29:10The American frigate Chesapeake put to sea from Hampton Roads when the leopard, one of the English ships, stopped her and demanded the delivery of three or four alleged desertors on board of her. When the demand was refused, the leopard sent no less than twenty round shot through the surprised and unprepared Chesapeake, and British officers boarded her and carried away the men. This outrage excited a hot war spirit among the Americans. The government ordered all armed British vessels to leave American waters immediately. Did they do it? No. There was no power back of the order to enforce it. The ridiculous gunboat fleet was laughed at and the government was placed in the position of a weak blusterer. British cruisers continued to patrol American waters.

30:12The people demanded more warships. The government heated the demand. The gunboats retired and in 1810 the Americans had four frigates and eight smaller armed vessels afloat. In the spring of 1811 a British frigate was seen prowling along our coasts. Commodore Rogers went in search of her in the frigate president, and on a pleasant may evening he gave chase to a vessel which he supposed to be the one he was searching for. As he drew near, he asked through his trumpet, what sail is that? The stranger repeated the question. Rogers again asked, what sail is that? And was answered by a cannonball which lodged in the main mast of the president. Rogers opened a broadside upon the surly stranger and after a short combat silenced her guns.

31:13At daylight she was seen several miles away. She was the British Slope of War, little belt. This affair created great excitement and from that time until the summer of 1812 the American war vessels were kept actively cruising along our coasts. Meanwhile Navy yards had been built. The moral tone of the Navy had been greatly improved and its discipline was efficient. It was almost unconsciously preparing for a great conflict in which it was to gain imperishable renown. Insult after insult caused the Americans to declare war against England in the summer of 1812. Measures were taken to create an efficient army. But strangers it may seem, when war was to be waged against a powerful maritime nation there was persistent opposition in Congress to a Navy.

32:17The southern members representing a purely agricultural region could not sympathize with new Englanders in desires for a Navy to protect commerce. In vain it was wisely urged that protection to commerce is protection to agriculture. A South Carolina member declared he would go further to see a Navy burned than to extinguish the flames and a proposition of a Massachusetts member to build 30 frigates was voted down. And yet so unprepared for maritime war, the Americans went boldly out on the ocean with a few public vessels and active privateers to defy the Royal Navy of England. The United States had 20 war vessels exclusive of 120 gunboats. Great Britain had 800 efficient cruisers.

33:18The British had nothing but sneers at and rippled jokes about the American Navy. They laughed in derision at our declaration of war. They spoke of the Constitution frigate which had performed such gallant deeds in the Mediterranean as a bundle of pine boards sailing under a bit of striped bunting. And they declared that a few broadsides from England's wooden walls would drive the poultry striped bunting from the ocean. They did not heed the injunction. It not him that girdeth on his harness, boasts himself, as he that puteth it off. When war was declared there was a small American squadron in the harbor of New York under Commodore Rogers. It immediately went to sea in search of a large fleet of Jamaica merchantmen known to

34:18be off the coast. The President frigate was Rogers flagship. He soon encountered the British frigate Belvedere which after a sharp combat was lightened and out-sailing the President escaped. This was the first battle on Sea or Land of the War of 1812-15 which is properly called the Second War for Independence. The Belvedere carried the news of the Declaration of War to the British at Halifax. Captain Broke was sent from Halifax with a squadron to meet the Americans. His flagship was the frigate Shannon. He soon captured the little brig Nautilus, the first vessel taken in that war. She was retaken in the East Indies in 1815 and was the last vessel captured in the war. The frigate constitution, Captain Isaac Hull, had just returned from Europe.

35:21She shipped a new crew and cruised along the New England coasts. In the middle of July she fell in with Broke's squadron, perceiving his peril Hull sought safety in flight. And then began one of the most remarkable naval retreats ever recorded, in which skillful seamanship won the race. There was almost a dead calm. One went the boats of the constitution, with long lines attached to them and strong sweeps were used with desperate energy in towing her. A long cannon was placed at the stern on her spa deck, and two others were pointed out of her cabin windows. A gentle breeze now sprang up, and the Shannon approached and attacked the constitution with her bow guns. The breeze died away. The water was shallow, and Hull sent a catch anchor with ropes attached in a boat half

36:22a mile ahead. It was cast, and the crew pulled the ship rapidly ahead. For a while Broke was puzzled by her mysterious movement, but discovering the secret, he used the same means. Through breezes and calms and a fierce thunderstorm that swept over the sea, the chase continued 64 hours when Broke gave it up, and the constitution escaped. A rimer of the day wrote, Nith Hull's command and a tough band are not beside Tobacco, upon a day, as logbooks say, a fleet boarder to Swacker. A fleet you know is odds also against a single ship, sirs, so across the tide her legs she tried and gave the rogues to slip, sirs. To be continued, end of section 4.

37:28Section 5 of Harper's Young People. Volume 1, issue 41. This is a Librevox recording, all Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Harper's Young People. Volume 1, issue 41. The Boss Fish. No use Charlie, we might as well go home to breakfast. We're got here early enough. I don't believe there's a trout in the brook. If there are any, they don't bite worms early in the morning. Any more than they do any other time. Charlie looked mournfully down at his float, as it locked wearily over on one side. The water of the little pool below the footbridge over the trout brook was as smooth as a looking glass, and the float had not so much as wiggled since he dropped it in.

38:31I don't care much for trout, Jeff. I'd rather have some breakfast. And after that, we'll take the boat and go out on the pond. We dug a pile of worms. Slowly and gradually, the line was pulled in, but the faces of both the boys brightened the moment they returned in the direction of breakfast. Half an hour later, they were stopping for a moment to look at a stout middle-aged man, who was standing on the steps of the little village hotel, talking with the landlord. A strap over one shoulder held up a fishing basket that swung behind his left hip, and in his right hand he carried, already for use, the lightest fishing rod Charlie Morris had ever seen. Even Jeff, who was from the city himself, and had looked at such things in the show windows of the shops, had an idea the stranger must have made a mistake in bringing that plaything

39:34into the country. It's a trout rod Charlie. If we'd had one like it this morning, it isn't much bigger in a horse whip. Just then the landlord was saying, there isn't much in the pond set perch and sunfish, but you may take something in the creek above. The best show for trout is to work along the trout brook as far as the hill, and then cut across to the creek and fish down. Taint far to cross. Tomorrow you can try the brooks beyond the hill. Some of them will give you a full basket. Hear that Jeff, whispered Charlie, just isn't old galloway of fooling him, sending him to fish in that brook. Why, if our cows got it it all at once, they'd drink it dry. Jeff was looking at the high boots the stranger wore over his trousers, and was just saying,

40:36therefore waiting, so he went wet his feet. When Charlie looked right up into the face of the fancy fisherman from the city and asked, Mr, do you want any worms? Angle worms my lad? Ang grubs? I know where you can dig lots of them, where Jeff and I got ours this morning. No thank you my little man, I don't care for any worms. Would you like to see my bait? Guess I would. Look here Jeff, he's going to show his bait. The stout stranger chuckled merrily, as he drew from one of his great side pockets a sort of little book with a leather cover and flap. Jeff, he carries his worms in a pocket book. Flies my little man, flies. Our fish won't bite at flies, Mr, and they won't hide a hook neither.

41:38Charlie's eyes were opening wide a moment later, as the little book was opened before them. Flies? Why, Mr, there's pretty much every kind of bug except bumblebees. All sorts of hooks too. If you put them pretty things into the water, you'll get them wet and spoil them. Again, the fat man chuckled. Will I? Well now, you and I'll run a race. You two boys go ahead and see which of us will catch the most fish and the biggest. Come on, Jeff, shouted Charlie, we'll bait him. But then he suddenly turned again to say, now Mr, you've got your scoop net along. Minners don't count, do they? No, sonny, minners won't count. Only fish that are big enough to eat.

42:42Charlie had never seen a landing net used in his life, but he knew what minners were good for. If we had some Jeff, he said, as they hurried along toward the pond, we could try for some pickerle. There's some of them left. Maybe they've been fished for so much, they know enough to let a hook alone. Big ones, some of them, there's one awful big one. Black Dan, he's the best fisherman round here, only his lame of one leg. He says it's the boss fish, and he's fished for him a whole day at a time. Did he ever get him to bite? No. But he says he's seen that tickerle, smell of his bait, and then swim up to the top of the water, and wink at him. Wish we could catch him. If I had that fellow scoop net, and could get some minners, but he had no such thing,

43:45and in a few minutes more they were in their boat on the pond, while the stranger was walking fast for a fat man across the meadow toward the trout brook. This was a very narrow crooked affair, pretty deep in many places, and almost hidden by high grass, trees and bushes. We know there are no fish there, said Charlie, competently. Not even trout? Well, yes, maybe there's trout, but they won't bite, not even before breakfast. Anyhow, they won't go for a bear hook with a feather on it. That seemed sensible, and Charlie's own hook now had a worm on it, and so had Jeff's. We'll beat him, I know just where to go, we're in the right spot. Perhaps he did, but before the morning was over, he and Jeff had moved their boat into

44:45nearly a dozen more that seemed to be just as good. The pond was a sort of miniature lake, and was nearly half a mile long, although it was nowhere very wide. It was supplied by what Mr. Galaway, the landlord, called The Creek, a pretty stream of water, about ten times as large as the trout brook in the meadow. The werefishing that pond, and it was a pity the man from the city had not known it, and tried for some of them with angle worms, instead of wasting his time over there in the meadow. As it was, Jeff and Charlie had it all to themselves, and the latter was half glad his city cousin got the first bite. Good for you, Jeff! Ballhead, ballhead! Look out for his horns! Ain't he a wopper? I say, Jeff, did you ever read about flying fish?

45:49Course I have! Well, shouldn't you think their wings would get wet underwater? Charlie, mind your cork, it's gone under! So it had, and in a moment more he could shout, I'm even with you, only minds of pumpkin seed! But looked as if the lug of that morning had settled upon the two boys. It was hard to say which of them came in for the largest share of it. Even before they moved their boat the first time, they could count three ballheads, six perch, twice as many sunfish, or pumpkin seed, two shiners and a sucker. To be sure, none of them were very large fish, but they were all big enough to eat, and they would count when they came to compare with the contents of the fat man's basket. That was a pretty big fish basket, said Charlie. Most of them are flat little things.

46:51It's bigger and he'll need for all the fish he'll find in that brook. Hello, my bait's off again. So is mine, just a nibble. Six prime worms gone hand-running. Jeff, I guess we might as well pull up the snapping turtles have come for us. Do they skin a hook that way? That's just what they do. Black Dan says the fish put him up to it, particularly that their boss picker all. Charlie had more than one story to tell about Black Dan, but he pulled up the big stone that was doing duty as an anchor, and off they went to another tip-top spot. It proved so for a while, and there Jeff pulled in his first eel. Then he had a good time, as Charlie said, getting the eel off the hook and untwisting him

47:52from the snarl he had got himself into with the fish line. There he goes, said Charlie, all over the bottom of the boat. Black Dan says an eel just loves to travel round. Their main thing's to catch. I've got one. Now I'll show you. Charlie knew how to take a eel off a hook, but that one bothered him, and when he finally got him loose, he said, I say Jeff, this won't do. I just leave fish for turtles. Let's move. Wait a bit. Maybe there's something else. So there was, but not for any great length of time, and as the boys were impatient, they made another move. They would have given one of their eels to know how the fat man from the city was getting along. The ward noon, their frequent changes brought them away up to the head of the pond, near

48:57the mouth of the creek, but they had not been anchored ten minutes before a deep-toned cheery voice from the bank hailed them with, hey boys, having good luck. Pretty good, said Charlie. Have you caught anything? Anything bigger and minners? Well, official too. I'm sure I'll show them. Besides, I want you to give me a lift with your boat. The boys were ready enough to have a look into that fish basket, and the anchor came up in a hurry. See, said the fat man as he lifted the lid of his basket. Why, it's more and half full. All trout too, and some of them are big ones. Mr. said Charlie. Did you bring any of them from the city with you? I guess not, chuckled the fat man.

49:57I got most of them in the brook, but I did fairly well along the creek. Now, do you see those bushes at the foot of the steep bank just below the mouth of the creek? Yes, said Charlie. There's an awful deep hole right there. Well, I want to float over slow and silent, so I can throw a fly right under those bushes. You'll get caught in them. I'll risk that. He sat down on the front seat, and Charlie rode him over as if he were afraid of making a ripple on the water. He and Jeff were almost holding their breath with excitement over what their fat friend meant to do. That's it. Let her float. The light graceful rod swung back. A remarkable length of very fine line went floating through the air, and the boys could

50:59see something like a small dragonfly at the end of it. No synchered, Jeff, with Charlie. It's just lit on the water. It was a beautiful cast, and the fly fell at the very edge of the bushes on a dark and shady spot of water with a small eddy in it. Splash! What a plunge that was. He jumped clean out of the water, exclaimed Jeff. You've lost your hook this time, Mr. and your bait, too. That's a pickerall, and we call him the bossfish. It's a bigger fish than I had reckoned on, said the stranger, or I'd have brought a heavier rod and tackle. He'll snap any line you've got. We'll see. The pickerall had felt the sharp point of that small hook, and he was now darting off toward the mouth as the creek.

52:00The fat man took it cool-y, holding his rod with one hand, while the other rested on a large, bright brass reel that was now spinning around as the fish drew the line out. The tough little rod was bending, but there was no great strain upon it. He won't run far. Here he comes back again. Not far indeed, but there were a hundred yards of fine line-out before he could begin to reel it in. Then he cried. There he goes, down under the bank. Means to sulk. I'll worry you out of that. Why did you put him right in? I'll s Jeff excitedly, because he wouldn't come if I did. It was a good while before there seemed to be any prospect of his coming, and the boys were almost tired of the fun of sitting still to see their stout friend let out his line and reel it in again.

53:03But at last the picker on himself began to get a little tired of pulling and being pulled, and was reeled in closer and closer to the boat, while the trout rod bent nearly double. He'll break that line. No sunny. That's what the landing net is for. They saw it darted under the gleaming side of the fish. A lift, a splash, and the prize was floundering on the bottom of the boat. Hurrah boys, we've got him! You've beat us, mister. I'm just going to go home and catch a lot of flies, muttered Charlie. Half an hour later they were all standing on the hotel steps, and Black Dan was holding up the picker all. Daddar is the boss fish. Sure, and you'd done catching with a fly and Daddar whipped stock.

54:08Was your day, Charlie Morris? I saw him do it, and so did Jeff. Well, if I ain't glad he's done got Daddar picker all out of my way. Daddfish has been a sore trial to me. And Jeff and Charlie had had their own fun, and their first lesson in fly fishing. End of section 5. Section 6 of Harper's Young People, Volume 1, Issue 41. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read by Natalie48. Harper's Young People, Volume 1, Issue 41, Section 6. Why Pickle gave the German teacher a present?

55:10By Laura F. Fitch. Pickle had waked in high spirits. That was unlucky in the first place for Pickle's high spirits always bubbled over before the day ended into some deed of mischief. Then Miss Prem had a headache, and could not appear in the school room. That was unlucky too. For the new German teacher was to arrive that morning, and she would not be able to introduce him to the girls and enjoy upon them attention and obedience. To be sure Miss Meek, the assistant principal, undertook to perform all necessary ceremonies, but then the girls never minded Miss Meek. In the third place the new teacher was queer-looking. That was the most unfortunate circumstance of all, and was really to blame for the whole affair. What business? Pickle wrathfully demanded of her friend Sally. Has a man, even if he is a German, to come to a girls boarding school looking like a guy?

56:11Sally, who was trying to dispose of two thick slices of bread and butter before recitation, was too much occupied to answer. But Pickle was not particular about an answer, and continued, nodding her head in the direction of the hall. Look at him out there now, such a great broad-shouldered man. And then see how he blushes? And do just look at that long curly hair, way down to his shoulders. Gracious! I should think he'd be ashamed of it. Pickle evidently resented the teacher's fine curls, which were too long for a man, as a personal insult to herself. It being one of the sorrows of her life that her own thick hair was kept cropped by her mother's orders. I know I shan't like him, she added to herself, as the unfortunate possessor of the obnoxious curls entered the room. He was not naturally a nervous man, he thought, but he had never taught girls before, and he

57:12found the calm, cool scrutiny to which he was being subjected by every member of the class something formidable. He would rather teach fifty boys, he said to himself, than these fifteen girls. Pickle from her desk, watched the new teachers every movement. She laughed to see him nervously twist his feet around the leg of the chair, while a smile of scorn played over her lips when he ran his fingers through his waving locks. Salle, she whispered, eighty-two funny for anything though, I hope he speaks English with an accent, that is if he ever gets the courage to speak at all. These disrespectful whispers, though inaudible to Hermula, were terminated by his speaking at that moment. In the very mildest possible tones, he asked, Viz some young lady have zikudness to acquaint me exactly how Faziklas have read in Zibuk?

58:13Oh, he's as meek as Moses, and speaks worse than Professor Schultz used to. Was Pickle's murmured comment upon his speech? While Alice Smith rose to say that the class had read as far as the twenty-fourth page fifteenth line. No, we haven't either, immediately exclaimed Pickle. Then, as Hermula looked inquiringly at her, we only got to the fore. The fourteenth line, I just mentioned it. She added as the girls tittered, because you wanted to know, exactly. Hermula frowned, but judged it best to take no notice of the speech merely saying to the speaker, Viz, you have zikudness to read a little. Pickle knew he was addressing her, but she ignored the request and gazed blankly before her. Salle nudged her whispering, Pickle, he means you! He must address me by my name, then. Why, how can he when he doesn't know what it is?

59:16That's his look out. Was the reply? Hermula, perceiving that everyone else in the room knew whom he was addressing, exclaimed impatiently, Vizi young lady, with very short hair, pleased to read. Unconscious hermula, knew not what mortal offense he had given, as Pickle quickly arose, and then sat down, boiling with indignation. Very short hair, she muttered to Salle. Maybe it is, but it can grow, I guess anyway. It's no disgrace, but as for his curls, hair like that isn't disgrace to any man. Yes indeed, Ascented Salle, his curls are only fit for a girl. They look nice now on you, Pickle. She will reply to this apparently innocent speech with a withering glance. The next moment, however, her face lighted up with an idea. The door of the classroom opened, and Miss Meek entered to say that some new German books

1:00:20had arrived, and to request Hermula to come and look at them. No sooner had the door closed behind the two teachers, then Pickle exclaimed aloud, I've forgotten my translation book, and also left the room. Salle was suspicious of this errand. Pickle often forgot her books, yet Selle took the trouble to go for them, unless sent. But when she came into the classroom again, with several others who had also seized this opportunity of walking out, she seemed hardly to merit her friend's suspicions. She paused a moment by the teacher's desk and then took her seat. In a few minutes, Hermula's step outside caused all the girls to scramble to their seats, so that when he entered they sat as quiet and demure as though they had not stirred during his absence. He took his seat and opened his book again at the lesson, when the girl saw him suddenly flush up to the roots of his hair and run his fingers nervously through his long curls.

1:01:22He next removed a small package that had evidently been lying in his book and laid it on the side of the desk. And so doing something fell out of the package onto the floor, and showed itself to the wondering girls to be a hairpin. Thereupon some of the girls giggled, others smiled, and all involuntarily fastened their gaze on the teacher's flowing hair. Salle turned to Pickle. How could you do it?" she whispered to her companion, whose face, flushed with the effort to restrain her mirth, was alarmingly red. "'What do you mean?' returned Pickle with an unconscious air. The next minute Miss Meek again entered, this time with an aches stand for the teacher's desk. In placing it, she evidently saw the bundle of hairpins, for she looked indignantly around the class before leaving the room, while Hermula once more flushed a rosy red. "'She'll tell that to Miss Prim, Pickle, see if she don't!'

1:02:24Miss Pird Salle anxiously to her friend. "'Do you think so?' queried Pickle hastily, then with marked indifference. "'Yes, I suppose she will. I wonder if she'll find out who did it.' "'Oh, you needn't try to deceive me. As if I didn't know who did it,' returned the other. "'Do you?' was the only reply she got to attempt a confidence. Miss provoked Salle. "'Yes, I do, and Miss Prim will find out too, without much telling. You could be sure of that.' Miss Prim did find out, but not without any telling. Pickle wisely determined to forestall all investigations. She went privately to the grieved Miss Prim and announced herself as the culprit. Although Miss Prim punished Pickle at the time for her disrespect, the kind-hearted girl, where she was kind-hearted in spite of her love of mischief, was much more severely punished by her own conscience when a few days later she learned why, here Mula, allowed

1:03:28his curly-locks to grow down over his shoulders. A brave young soldier in the German army, he had, during the siege of Metz, left the shelter of the trenches, and in the face of almost certain death, rushed across the open ground where shot, shell, and bullets fell thick as hail, to snatch up and bring safely back in his strong arms a little child. It was a blue-eyed four-year-old girl who, tear-stricken and bewildered by the death of her parents and the awful firing, had wandered from one of the crumbling houses outside the walls of the city. When the soldiers in the trenches first saw her, she was standing a resolute, but unharmed amid the storm of flying death that swept across the plain. Just as he reached the trenches with his precious burden, the young soldier was hurled to the ground, badly wounded, and apparently dead. A fragment of a bursting shell had struck him on the back of the neck. Although he lived and finally recovered, a terrible and unsightly scar remained, and was

1:04:31only hidden from sight by the thick curls that Pickle had so despised. The brave soldier had adopted the child he had saved, and it was to provide means for her support that he now taught German in Miss Prince School. You may be sure that after this, the little Elsie and her adopted father had no firmer friend, nor warmer admirer, than Pickle, who through them had learned a lesson that she never forgot. Section 7 of Harper's Young People, Volume 1, Issue 41. This is a LibreVax recording. All LibreVax recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibreVax.org, read by Stacey M. Harper's Young People, Volume 1, Issue 41, a game for a rainy day.

1:05:33While every hour of a pleasant day by the seaside or in the country provides its own amusement, on a rainy day, young people are apt to find that time hangs heavily on their hands. So it happened one day last month that the girls staying at Sandy Beach Hotel visited Miss Walker in her room, and begged her to suggest some new game for them. After a moment's hesitation, she said that she had thought of a game that might be new to them, though she had played it when a child. I shall want one assistant," she said, to whom the secret of the game will be entrusted. The others will have to try to guess it. I shall remain in the room with the rest of you, and my assistant will go out. During her absence, I shall place my hand on the shoulder of some girl, or upon the piano, or on my own shoulder, and when she returns, she shall tell you who has been touched. Nobody seemed to know anything about the game, so Miss Walker chose Alice Milne as her assistant.

1:06:34The girl went out of the room. Miss Walker laid her hand on the girl nearest to her, who happened to be Clara Lane, and on Alice's return asked, unwhom did my hand rest? Alice at once replied, on Clara. Miss Walker was the answer. But the girls, thinking they had found out the game, said, you touched the girl nearest to you, Miss Walker. I certainly did on this occasion, but the position of the girl has nothing to do with the secret. I think I know it, but I shall see," said Bertha, and several girls expressed a similar opinion. Again, Alice went out. Miss Walker touched Nelly, and Alice, as promptly as before, named the right person on her return to the room. The girls were at fault, and again failed to discover any look or gesture that could help them. You must have heard, Alice, said one. But Miss Walker did not speak. She placed her hand in a particular position. Alice may come and blindfolded if you like," said Miss Walker.

1:07:36One of the girls went out with Alice, brought her in backward so that she might not see Miss Walker. Held her hands and did everything but find out the secret. At last, they said, we give it up, Miss Walker. Do tell us the secret. Well, said Miss Walker. If you really cannot guess it, I will tell you. As a rule, I placed my hand on the shoulder of the girl who spoke last before Alice quitted the room, but sometimes there were two or three speakers. And in this case, I touched my own shoulders. If no one spoke, I touched the piano. Any article that may be agreed upon will do equally well with this simple understanding and an intelligent assistant. A mistake is almost impossible. End of section 7. Section 8 of Harper's Young People. Section 11. Issue 41.

1:08:37This is a LibriVox recording. A LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Harper's Young People. Volume 1. Issue 41. The Breases. Letter number 3. From Bessie Maynard to her doll. Old Orchard Beach, August 1880. Dear child, it is two weeks. I do declare since I have written you one word and what a state you must be in all this time. For I remember perfectly well how suddenly my letter closed, just at the very smile acts of that awful adventure. But really, Clydey, so many things have happened since and every minute is so full of pleasures

1:09:38or catastrophes that as I look back, that one seems almost insignificant. I suppose you are surprised at my using such large words, but here we meet a great many people of culture as they are called and they are all very busy improving their minds. And you know Solomon says, never do tell tomorrow what you can put off today, so I am trying to improve mine too while I am under their confluence. Papa bought me a little pocket dictionary and I look at all sorts of words in it and that is how I get so many big ones that perhaps you don't quite apprehend, but I must use them in as much. Excuse me for scratching out in as much, I sure have said never the last.

1:10:43When I am not quite sure of a word, I look it out for I always have my little dictionary close at hand and that is a great conveyance, you know. I am trying to get over my babyish way of talking for at least a writing and hope I may exceed. But to go back to my story, where was I? We were crossing over the board to the island, weren't we? Well Van was going ahead, willing Jane and her carriage, then Dora and Snip and Neon behind with Muppet in my arms. Randolph stood in the water and watched his chance till we were all fairly on the board and then he gave a regular Indian wall whoop and threw himself right across the middle of the board and shook it with all his might so that it jiggled awfully right up and

1:11:49down. Before we had time to scream or to paralyze our danger over we all went pale male, Helter Higgledy pickledy down, down, down into the foaming water. What do you think of that, Clyty? Every single one of us, dogs, Jane, carriage and all, to us worse, a thousand full, then when we lost Lucille. Van sat right down on the pebbles at the bottom of the sea and gave herself up for lost. I threw Muppet as far as I could onto the beach while Dora screamed. You hate both boy, go at him, Snip by him, throw him over, eat him up, and Snip did go

1:12:51at him as if he would tear him limb from limb as the story books say. Randolph looked scared out of his wits and without waiting to help one of us he turned and ran as fast as he could go and never stopped till he was safe back at the hotel, the mean coward that he is. He heard afterward how he ran into the house with such a roar as to frighten everyone there, crying out at the top of his lungs. They've set the dog on me and he'll kill me. Did you ever know such a horrid boy? As for the rest of us, he scrambled out as best we could by the help of the other boys for to tell the truth and you know my clarity I always do that and never mean even to

1:13:58an angry rate when I am telling a story. The water was not very deep where we fell, not more than halfway up to our knees and we often go waiting there. But it seems a good deal deeper when you are dumped right down into it without any warning now. Now, wasn't this a tragic when of our picnic on the island? A few days later Mrs. Payton entered party left old orchard where they have gone I do not know but we children believe they went away on Randolph's account. We tried to treat him politely but how could we? I don't think anyone would blame us for turning our backs on him whenever he appeared and only saying good morning to him and off the way over our shoulders.

1:14:58He never definitely didn't like it and properly coaxed his mother to go away. Whatever other people can do, I am very sure I shall never be able to love my enemies. I have Randolph Payton just think of it quite I'd be ashamed to love such a mean boy even if I could, Emmerney or not. I truly hope we may never see him again. Such heaps and heaps of things as I shall have to tell you dear quietomness strat when I get home. No letter would ever be long enough to get them all in. There will be enough to talk about all next winter. You don't know anything about the clam bake we had last week nor howdora and I got lost

1:15:59one day in a cave. A real boner, 5D cave as papa says dark and dreadful. Your smugglers used to hide their things. I am saving up lots of things to tell you someday and if your eyes don't open wider than ever before, it will only be because something is the matter with your wires. Such fun as I am having this summer. And oh quiety, what do you think? Mama is busy packing the trunk and we are going away from here tomorrow. We are going with some other people to mount desert way around the coast of Maine ever so much farther than this. It is lovely everywhere here and I don't believe Maine is half so crooked and queer along the shore as it looks in their geography and I am going to tell the girl so when I get

1:17:04back to school. There is no sense in working so hard on our maps if it isn't true and Maine was the very hardest date of all to draw for to us so awful jiggly along the edge. Really it isn't so a bit for I have seen it and ought to know. There comes SNIP and Moppet and I hear Fannie and Dora rushing upstairs for me so I will bid you goodbye or O'Revo as I heard Dr. L'Operin say to Miss Farah when he went away last night. That is it's sounding like O'Revo I don't know as I spell it right for I cannot find it anywhere in my dictionary. Thanks ever so much love to the rest of the dolls as well as to yourself dear quietie good night your little mama Bessie Maynard and of section 8.

1:18:15Section 9 of Harper's Young People Vol 1 issue 41. This is a Libravox recording all Libravox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit Libravox.org. Harper's Young People Vol 1 issue 41. The Greedy Little Mouse by E C. Tati and Lily were twins with the same wide open blue eyes the same rosy dimples and bright yellow hair. One day when they were seated at the little table in the nursery eating their dinner for they were too young yet to dine with mama. Tati thought she saw a little black bead shining in a hole by the closet door. No it could not be a bead for it popped in and out. Presently out came a little pointed nose with long stiff whiskers two little round ears

1:19:17and two bright black not beads but eyes. The children sat very still and thought they had never seen anything quite so pretty as the little plump body and long graceful tail whisking rapidly and noiselessly while the little creature peered cautiously about. Lily threw gently a little piece of bread but terrified little mousey thought it was surely intended to kill her and flew back to her stronghold in the closet. Tati now put a little piece of bread quite close to the hole and they sat motionless for it to reappear. They had not long to wait. The bread was too sweet a morsel for mousey to resist and they soon had the great pleasure of seeing her first nibble a little and finally drag it into the hole. Lily said, Oh don't you know Tati? Mousey is the mother and she has a lot of little children in her house and that is going

1:20:20to be their dinner. Let's give her some every day. And so they did until mousey grew so tame and so wise she seemed to know the dinner hour as well as they and would come nearer and nearer and run in and out under the table picking up the crumbs but she was ever a little distrustful. If anyone made an effort to catch her or made ever so little noise off she flew to her hole and would wait and peep out for some time before she became reassured. But when everyone was fast asleep in bed then she became more brave but with all her fine feeding Mrs. Mouse could not overcome her nature and I grieved to add she was a thief. She would rummage in pockets for cake and goodies and climb to the highest shelf if she smelt any dainty and so alas fell a victim to her greedy propensities.

1:21:22Nurse had put a bowl of liquid starch on the shelf in the closet and mousey thinking she had a fine treat, scaled the side and reaching over for the dainty lost her balance and tumbled in. The fluid was too heavy and the sides too steep and slippery for her to escape so after vain endeavors she sank exhausted to the bottom. The next day and the next past and no mousey came at the usual hour. Tottie said she knew the old black cat had caught her. Lily said she knew the children were sick so she threw little bits down the hole for her but when nurse went for her forgotten starch the truth was revealed. Poor mousey was dead. Many tears fell and although the children had many toys nothing was equal to that sly, active, bright eyed, live, little playfellow.

1:22:24Die, master brewing. Far far away on the Spitzberg and Coast where a white king lives whose name is Jack Frost. Be twigst Uncle Tom and the cold blue sky rose a polar bear with a wicked eye. Cross straight today on a fair lady's floor. He hungers and hugs and battles no more. Die, master brewing. Brave Uncle Tom cried and children now play on his glorious hide. Bad little Maddie. Sweet Mr. Dog it's getting dark. Won't you let me pass? Be kind or if you must bite then bark. Teacher isn't far behind. The Early Bird Toby gets up early, milks his neighbor's cow. Farmer stupid, sighing, wonders why and how.

1:23:26Cherry is so miserly of her milky store. Toby peeping through the fence laughs till he is sore. Go as you please. What, what, what are they having fits? Where, where, where are their little wits? Fast, fast, fast round the saw does track. On, on, on. Never looking back. Shout, shout, shout 47 laps. Crash, crash, crash. Music fills the gaps. End of section 9. Read by Gila Freberg. Napa, October 15th, 2024. Section 10 of Harper's Young People. Volume 1 issue 41.

1:24:27This is a Libra Vox recording. All Libra Vox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibraVox.org. Read by Betty B. Harper's Young People. Volume 1 issue 41. Lower Post Office Box. Gross Beak, Texas. I am 12 years old and I may constant reader of young people. I think the story of the moral pirates is the best of all. I am a member of the Gross Beak Cornet Band, considered the best band in the state for practice. I play second B flat cornnet. I live not far from the railroad and I have a little engine of my own that runs by steam. I was born in London, England. Sam Rissian, Jr. Vandalia Illinois. I have taken young people from the first number and Papa says he will have it bound for me. If I keep it nice, lots of times when Papa brings it home and dinner is just ready, I go without my dinner to read it.

1:25:28I have three little ducks from my pets. They are real greedy when I feed them and they fly upon my shoulders to get the first bite. I am making a little cookbook and would like any recipe from the readers of young people. I am much obliged to add a D for naming her parastole after me, although I don't suppose she knew she did it. Rosabel H. Staten Island. Dottie Seaman is my sister, but I am two years younger than she is and I cannot write very well yet, so she is writing this letter for me. I must tell you about my pets. I have a blue bird that bites very hard when I try to catch him. He is very wild, but I hope you will get tame. My little sister Lucy as a pet lamb named Will. It was very crossy other day. We have a bay horse named Sue and I ride round from the door sometimes. It is great fun. I like young people very much and I love to make wiggles. Willie IS. North and over Massachusetts.

1:26:29I have noticed that several correspondents of our post office box inquire how to preserve eggs. They should always be blown for if they are not, they gradually change their color, becoming darker than is natural. Besides losing the delicacy of the tints, they are also easily broken, while if blown they can be dropped quite a distance without being injured. In order to blow them, make two holes on the same side, a little distance apart. The hole should be very small, but always often make them twice as large as necessary. It is better to make them both on the same side as that side can be placed down in the case and the egg looks neater. Harry W. C. Taylor'sville, Texas. I love to read the letters in the post office box very much and I like the story of the moral pirates. Do you know whether Frank Austin, the hero of across the ocean, is living it? Joseph L. P. Yes, Frank Austin is living and often comes into the office of young people.

1:27:32I am Brooklyn, New York. I am nearly 13 years old. I have taken young people from the beginning and I think it is the nicest paper published. I have a collection of post-examts and I am saving money to buy a stamp album. My father has taken Harper's Weekly and Monthly ever since I can remember. I wish young people much success. Can you tell me why some correspondence sign fancy names to their letters? Charles C. M. You probably know many great authors sign a gnome de plume to their writings and some little authors like to do the same. Our young correspondence with but few exceptions send us their real names even when they desire the publication of a fictitious one and it would please us better if they would always do so. Jackson, Mississippi. I am eight years old. I am writing this with my left hand because my right arm is broken. I have broken it three times. I had a little turtle but it died.

1:28:33Now I have a pet goat. Harry D. F. Hoboken, New Jersey. I wish to tell Kitty G that I tried her recipe for butterscotch and found it splendid. I am glad she liked mine. I also tried Fanny S's recipe for caramels and it was very nice. Rebecca H. I am five years old and cannot write myself but my sister is writing for me and I tell her what to say. I have some pet plymeth rock chickens and they are all named. My brother Wilton has four beautiful pet pigeons and one of them is making a nest. I have four cats and a setter pup named Dash. Uncle Jimmy lives with us and takes young people for my brothers Wilton and Eddie and myself and we all like it very much. Wilton reads everything in it. I have some beautiful morning glories that have been blooming ever since the first of June and I will send some seed to any little boy or girl who would like some and will send me their address.

1:29:34Mary Earl Evergreen, Anderson County, South Carolina. Denver, Colorado. I am very much obliged for my nice little paper young people. My uncle gave it to me for a Christmas present and it amuses Mama and me very much. My only pet is a nice canary. When I let him out of the cage he flies and picks the buds off from Mama's plants. We can see the snow on the mountains all the time here where I live. I am 12 years old. Lulu. Los Angeles, California. I am seven years old. I like to read the letters in young people so much that I want to write one myself. I live in a large orange growth. It is a lovely place and summer lasts all the year. My pet is a hen named Tinney. She is so tame I can pick her up anywhere. She has 11 little chickens now. I cannot write very well for I have been to school only eight months. Nelly E.C. Monticello, New Jersey.

1:30:34I think young people is the nicest little paper that I ever saw. The only pet I have is a dear little baby sister. I am 11 years old and I have been to a private school two years. My papa is an editor and in a year or two I am going to study stenography so that I can report for his paper. I have two younger brothers and we are all learning to swim. I can take 15 strokes. George E.W. Netherwood, New Jersey. Here is a recipe for cookies for Nelly E.O. One cup of butter, two cups of sugar, one cup of milk, one egg, one teaspoonful of oil baking powder, a little grated nutmeg, flour enough to make it very stiff. We'll very thin these cookies will keep a good long time. I have made them and I know they are good. I am 12 years old. Eva Louise P. May M.Vinton, Mabel Lowell, Alberta F. Moral and K.R. send very nice recipes for candy.

1:31:35But they are so very similar to recipes already published that we cannot make room for them. To request the young housekeepers to avoid repetition as much as possible, for while we thank them all for their favors we can only print such recipes as our new. I would like to exchange for some bird's eggs a collection of Christmas, New Year and Birthday cards, about 60 in number and all in good order. Most of them are as good as new. If some correspondent would write to me stating the number and the varieties of eggs he would be willing to exchange with me, we might agree on terms. Fance Martin, 243 Dearborn Avenue, Chicago, Illinois. I am 10 years old, my antics, Harper's Young people for my sister and myself. I would like to exchange pressed leaves and flowers with some little girl in California. Mod Everett, Newark Delaware. I am collecting different kinds of seeds and I would like to exchange them with any correspondence

1:32:36of young people. We have only purple and white lark spurs and if Mary Lowry has any other colors I will gladly exchange pink seed for them. Dottie Seaman, Richmond, Staten Island, New York. Some boys, friends of mine in this part of Brooklyn are going to start a young chemist club and I desire recipes for simple experiments from any readers of young people. I also send a recipe for Puss Hunters Cooking Club, current ice cream, one tablespoon and a half of current jelly or juice, one cup of sugar, one point of sweet cream, the juice of one lemon, stir until the sugar is thoroughly melted and freeze. I will exchange flowers, ferns, leaves and mosses from the Long Island Woods with any readers of young people. Charlie Williamson, 293 Eckford Street, Brooklyn, New York. I tried Fannie S's recipe for caramels and thought it was very nice. I would like to exchange postage stamps with any boy or girl.

1:33:38J. Fred Seaman, 114 Cumberland Street, Brooklyn, New York. My home is 18 miles from St. Paul, on Lake St. Qua. It is a beautiful lake and is navigable for large steamers and there is splendid fishing here for boys. We find many specimens of Cornelian on the lake shore. It is a species of agate or chalsedany. I would like to exchange some for any curiosities from any other state. Carrie E. Silliman, Hudson, St. Qua County, Wisconsin. I have taken young people from the first number and I like it very much. I am collecting birds' eggs and would be pleased to exchange varieties with any of the correspondence of young people. I have six catalogs of the birds and eggs of Ohio, which I will take pleasure in forwarding to any six correspondence engaged in collecting, if they will send me the necessary postage. Walter Douglas, Mount Auburn, Cincinnati, Ohio.

1:34:38I subscribe for young people immediately on seeing it. I like it ever so much then and I like it more and more all the time. I have a lot of United States official and foreign postage stamps that I would like to exchange with any readers of young people, especially with those just beginning a collection as I have not many rare stamps for minerals, curiosities or relics of any kind. Correspondents will please write to me stating what kind of stamps they would like and what they have to exchange for them. George M. Finkel, P.O. Box 368, Washington, D.C. If Paul R. H. Affila Delphiah, whose letter was in post office box number 35, will send his address to Annie M. Wickham, Titusville, Pennsylvania. She will send him some Canton and Hong Kong postage stamps for his collection. A dear friend sends me young people every week. I have all the numbers and enjoy them very much. I tried Pussentor's recipe for cake and found it very nice.

1:35:40I am seven years old and have been to school only one term, but Mama taught me to write more than a year ago. I have two flower beds of my own in which are geraniums, verbenes, heliotropes, pansies, daisies and forget-me-nots. I would like to exchange some of these pressed with genitive or any other little girl. May Duleenle, 19th-South Union Street, Rochester, New York. I have a small stamp collection of 250 different kinds and I would be glad to exchange with any readers of young people. I am 13 years old. Ernest Aroni, Bloomfield, Nelson County, Kentucky. I would like to exchange minerals with someone in a western or southern state, Edwin O. Jordan, Thomas St. Knox County, Maine. I have a pony of my own and I ride him almost every day. I would like to exchange stamps with any readers of young people. I have about 400 stamps. Pierre J. Mimeroneck, Westchester County, New York.

1:36:43I am collecting postmarks of different towns and cities of this and foreign countries. I have only 200 now, but I'm very anxious for more and would like to exchange with any reader of young people. Stanley K. Hawkins, United States Hotel, Boston, Massachusetts. I am 11 years old and my brother is 9. We are making a collection of butterflies, moths and bugs. We have caught 300 different kinds and would like to exchange with any boy or girl in the western or southern states. William M. Lowe, number 129 Worcester Street, New Haven, Connecticut. Albert S. Barrett, it is impossible for us to help you. Try some of our exchanges. You might arrange to send them minerals or some other natural curiosity in exchange for what you wish. Yesterday morning, Auntie Uncle and I went out for a long walk over the mountains. When we reached the ridge about a mile and a half above us, we could look off and see one of the great peaks of the Sierra, at the base of which is one of the best paying

1:37:48quartz mines in California. It was a splendid sight. The great mountains towering up to the sky, while on the top of one higher than any of those, immediately surrounding, was the great black rock of the Sierra buttes. The lower part of the rock was covered with snow and behind it was the pale, misty, dull blue sky. Off to the eastward, the ridge was covered with snow and we had a walk on a snow bank, several hundred feet long and from four to six feet deep. When we reached home, we had some ripe cherries for dinner. I keep every number of young people and Auntie sows them together for me with twine. Her harpers, bazaars, magazines and weeklies are all fixed the same way. I think young people is the best paper for children that was ever published. I have told my mama who lives in San Francisco where I was born, a great deal about it. I am pressing some flowers for Genevieve Harvey. For although I live in the same state, Uncle says we do not have the same kind of flowers

1:38:50here in the mountains as they have in the valley. We have some very beautiful and curious flowers up here and I should be glad to exchange pressed mountain flowers for eastern flowers with any little girl. Very Augusta Reed, Downeville, Sierra County, California. Charlie W. Iris was the daughter of Thomas, a sea deity who represented the majesty of the sea and electro. Originally she personified the rainbow, but came afterward to be the swift messenger of the gods. Homer alludes to her as darting like hail or snow that falls from the clouds from one end of the world to the other and diving into all the hidden depths of the universe to execute the commands of the gods. In ancient art Iris is represented with wings and a heralds death. Aurora or Eos was the goddess of dawn. She was the mother of Boreus, Sephirus, Euras and Notus, the northwest east and south winds.

1:39:51Another for sons was Memnon, King of Ethiopia who was slain by Achilles. Ever since his death Aurora has wept constantly and the dew of the early morning is caused by her tears falling to earth. Aurora is pictured as driving a chariot and four horses or as gliding through the air on wings, hastening to announce the arrival of the god of day. John Jacob, as you do not tell us what style of reading you prefer, it is a little difficult to tell you what books to choose. History is always good reading for a boy of your age. You would find Macauley's history of England both valuable and interesting and a small volume entitled A History of Our Own Times by Justin McCarthy might be read in connection with it. The historical writings of Motley and Prescott are also standard works of the greatest value. If you prefer biography, the English Men of Letter series will give you a complete outline of English literature. It would be foolish for you to buy books which would simply amuse you for a short time

1:40:56and we trust you will select wisely and lay a solid foundation for a valuable library. Favours are acknowledged from Fred Durking, ECP and WP, Edwin F. Egitt, Perry R. Bartlett, Waterloo, Robert R. T, C. E. S. and KTW, Josie Frankenberg, Elwin B. Bentley, Mamie Brooke, Samuel McMullen, LV. Nuna Mocker, the first. Nelly L. Hutchinson, Cori A. Binninger, W. R. Fred Hazwell, Walter S. Nichols, Willie R. F. Grant, Eva M. W. Selma Witzel, John Avery, M. Miller, Johnny H. Fletcher. Correct answers to puzzles are received from W. Gilmore, George L. Ressie, Bessie G. Bartlett, N. N. Helen M. Sheer, S. McKay, Bayard, Little Bell, Mod and Gurdie, Mary A. Reed,

1:41:56Ernest C. Stewart, Eddie A. Leet, George G. Sites, Corifrost, George S. Schilling, Rory Barnhart, George Haywood, Ford M. Goff, George Volkhausen, S. E. Davis, A. H. L. R. Katie M. Griswold, Bessie G. Strong, L. Muller, Patty Smith, S. Hart, S. G. Rosenbaum. End of section 10. Section 11 of Harper's Young People, Volume 1 issue 41. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org, read by Shroompe Fish. Harper's Young People, Volume 1 issue 41. Puzzles from young contributors.

1:42:58Number 1. Double Enigma. Our first is Indimple, not in Cheek. Our second is Indalia, not in Leak. Our thirds in Stagger, not in Fall. Our fourths in Rampart, not in Wall. Our fifths in Window, not in Pain. Our sixth in Tempest, not in Rain. The names of two amusing birds are hid away within these words. Number 2. Double Acoustic. An article of food, the name of a prophet, extended, a small animal, one of the United States, a metal, a river in Europe, where the sun sets, a hole, comfort, answer, two flowers. Number 3. Drop Letter Puzzle. Align from Shakespeare's play of the Tempest, Act First.

1:43:59F-L-F-T-O-F-V-T-Y-A-H-R-I-S. Number 4. Diamond. In Beach. An article of Lady's dress. An animal. To request. In Maple. Number 5. Miracle Shorade. I was a passenger in the Mayflower, and my name is spelled with 13 letters. My 2, 12, 13, 4 is a portion of land. My 8, 6, 13 is a tree. My 10, 2, 9 is a noise. My 11, 5, 7 is floating vapor. Trio. Number 6. Enigma. My 1st is in man, but not in boy.

1:45:02My 2nd is in trifle, not in toy. My 3rd is in 8, but not in 4. My 4th is in wisdom, not in lore. My 5th is in 10, but not in 1. My 6th is in the moon, but not in sun. My 7th is in cottage, not in hive. My 8th is in 11, not in 5. My 9th is in prosper, not in grow. I learned Greek these letters show. Answers to puzzles in number 38. Number 1. A. Act. Acorn. Try. N. Number 2. Bear. Edge. Ague. Read. Number 3. Victoria. Number 4. C. Ape. Cape. C. Lamp. Clamp.

1:46:03C. Lever. Clever. S. Hoot. Shoot. C. Raft. Craft. B. Right. Bright. S. Ho. Shoe. A. Tom. Atom. F. Old. Fold. S. Age. Sage. B. Race. Brace. C. Ant. Cant. Number 5. Popo Cata Petal. Advertisements. Harper's Young People. Harper's Young People will be issued every Tuesday and may be had at the following rates, payable in advance, postage fee, single copies, four cents, one subscription, one year, a dollar fifty, five subscriptions, one year, seven dollars.

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1:54:44Effie's Wish, by MD Brine. O the shine of the laughing ripples, dancing over the silver bay. O the touch of the follic sombrezes, outward bound on this summer's day. While they wrestle in rush and hasten, filling the distant sails so white, kissing the cheeks of little Effie as she gazes with blue eyes bright. Far away were the waters widen, and fade in a mist so soft and blue. For what are you wishing, pretty watcher, that you might sail with the breezes too, that you might dance with the shining ripples, over the waters far away? Little Effie, your eyes may wander, but more to ensure is your boat today. The Square Puzzle. Here is an old but very good puzzle. Cut five pieces like number one and five like number two, arrange those ten pieces in the form of a square. The Rajah puzzle.

1:55:45Here is an old, truturous Hindu confined in the tower, with one straight cut off the scissors exposed his duplicity. Historical anecdote. By Esperanza. The captivity of blank, blank, blank, blank, blank, blank, king of blank, son and successor of blank, blank, made a solemn vow to lead a blank to the deliverance of blank. Accordingly, in blank, accompanied by blank, blank, king of blank, he set sail for the blank, blank, but in spite of the bravery of both kings a year elapsed. Their object was not yet attained. Blank blank was compelled to return to his kingdom. His ally, blank, strove to continue the enterprise, but the desertion of blank, of blank, with whom he had quarreled at the siege of blank, blank, blank, weakened his army to such an extent that he was forced to abandon the struggle and return to blank.

1:56:46On the return voyage a terrible storm came up, and after many hours of anxiety the ship was dashed to pieces against some rocks. All on board perished, accepting blank, who deprived of everything but life, and a few jewels which he wore, was obliged to continue his journey on foot. His root lay through the estates of his enemy, blank, and also through those of blank, blank, emperor of blank. Both dignitaries were his sworn enemies, and were very anxious to have him in their power. Blank knew this, and a seeming a disguise proceeded with the utmost caution. He passed safely through a large portion of blank, and would have escaped recognition had he not attempted to sell a valuable ring which he always wore. One of Blank's servants saw the ring, and his suspicions were aroused, and he immediately warned his master of his discovery. Blank was seized, delivered him to the hands of blank-blank, who threw him into prison

1:57:49and kept him captive for many weary months. Blank-blank, region of blank, during his brother's absence, instead of freeing him, left him to his sad fate. Indeed, blank would probably have died, and prison had not been for the devotion of his favorite, blank. This man was a minstrel, and had spent many happy days in close companionship with his beloved master. Looking to find the king, he journeyed from one castle to another, inquiring everywhere if a distinguished prisoner was detained there, but all in vain. Weary, foot-sour, and this heartened, he arrived near an ancient castle, and seating himself by the roadside, played in sang his master's favorite ballad. Imagine his surprise, his delight, when a well-known voice took up the strain, and sang the remaining verses. In his great joy he hastened back to blank, and listed the sympathies of the barons, and gathered together a large ransom, in consideration of which blank-blank released his royal captive

1:58:53after an imprisonment of almost blank months. End of Section 11 End of Harper's Young People, volume one, issue 41.