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WILLAMETTE FARMER: PORTLAND, OREGON. APRIL 14, 1882
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Edited by tin Harriot T. I'luike.
AN OLD MINIATURE.
"You showed me, Rob, the other day
A miniature so. full of grace
That it hath stolen my heart away
1 long again to see that face,
"Find it for mo before I go,
The eyes had caught the hcav'nly hue,
The proud lips give you Cupid's bow,
The brow was steadfast, strong, and true.
"A rcpal robe she seemed to wear,
In newest fashion of our day;
And on her neck, so nobly fair,
Splendid old-fashion laces lay,"
"I'll look, my boy. Was it this one?
(Her eye is blue as China-ware):
Or this ? (Her face is like the sun).
Stay 1 Here's the likeness I dare swear "
"No; none of those, Rob; nonn of those.
That's Lizzie Courtenay, this is Jane:
I know her well and little Rose;
Good creatures, though they're rather vain.
" Twas none of these did steal my heart;
For them I never breathed a sigh;
Or, sleeping wakened with a start
From thrilling dreams that they were nigh.
"Oh, seek once more tlio portrait raro:
In yonder cabinet it lay;
Then breitho my lady's name and where
Her night may follow licV to-day."
"Your fond impatience urges me
To seek the fair enchantress' face
Yet here lies all my gallery;
Not one is absent from its place; '
"Or only one an artist friend
Begged as a loan from me last night;
It lies apart, half packed to send
Glance at it ere we lose the light.
"What I Thitis she? Oh strange weird fate 1
My boy, your stricken heart ties low
Before the lovely Countess Kate,
Who died a hundred years ago 1"
MacmUlan.
SUMMER-TIME.
0 Summer-time; so pausing sweet,
But heavy with the breath of flowers,
But languid with the fervent heat,
They chide amiss who call thee fleet,
Then with thy weight of daylight hours,
Oh, Summer-time, so passing sweetl
Young Summer, thon art too replete,
Too rich in choice of joys and powers,
But languid with the fervent heat
Adieu! My face is set to meet
Bleak Winter, with his pallid showers
0 Summer-time so passing sweetl
013 Winter steps with swifter feet,
He lingers not in the wayside bowers,
He is not languid with heat;
His rounded day. a pearl complete,
Gleams on the unknown night that lowers;
Oh Summer-time, so passing sweet,
But languid with the fervent heatl
New York Tribune.
" NO DEATH.
There is no such thing as death
In Nature nothing dies;
From each sad remnant of decay
Some forms ot life arise.
The little leaf that falls,
All brown and sear, to earth,
Era long will mingle with the buds
That give the flowers berth
Thus, when man's soul leaves the clay
To which life was given,
One turns to dust by decay,
One lives on in heaven.
EASTER-EASTER EGG3.
Almost all of our little friends know that
there is a day called Easter, and which is a
day of religious observances ; but there may
be many of you who do not understand
exactly why, or for what reason, this day is
remembered so generally by all Chris tain
nations. Easter is the Christain passover of
the resurrection of Christ ; the' preceding
Friday being called Good Friday, and which
is a day of fasting and prayer in memory of
the death of Christ, who was crucified on
that day, rising the third day, which was the
Sabbath day, and is now called Easter Sun
day. The day, after many years of conten
tion among different nations and different
people, was' finally fixed by authority some
time in the fourth century, adopting a rule
that Easter day was to be the first Sunday
after the full moon, which happens on or next
after March 21st. So Easter Sunday may hap
pen any time between March 22d and April
20th. In early times the churches were or
namented with wax candles and the people
saluted each other with a kiss, saying " Christ
is risen," to hi oil tho answer was made "He
is risen indeed." Among the different ways
of celebrating this day, the giving of Easter
Eggs is the most popular. The custom is
very general in these modern times and great
care is taken to color or otherwise ornament
the eggs. The children of the family, hunt
eagerly for egga about this time, secreting
them till just before Easter, when the eggs
are boiled hard and colored. Children some
times, in cities, carry them in the street
throwing them at each other to teit the
strength of the shell.
When they are prepared to keep as memen
toes, the contents ot the egg is drawn out of
a small hole aud then the egg filled up with
plaster of Paris in a liquid form, and if a few
holes are put in before the planter hardens
the egg will stand on end, this must be done
very quickly as the plaster soon hardens, then
the shell may be ornamented or painted in
any way one fancies. We received from a
friend one Easter day a Ixautiful egg. ou
which were painted most exquisite forget-me-nots
and the words " Christ ha risen to-day,"
little ribbon was in some way attached to
the egg so that it could lw bandied with
ease. Goose eggs are large enough to enable
considerable decoration. Butterfliei are ap
propriate designs for painting. A little
melted beeswax poured into the egg with
hot, also while warm, will enable the egg
shell to be placed upright.
An ounce of logwood in a pint of water
will color purple j'green, from verdigris' boiled
in vinegar; bine, by a solution of indigo,
adding a teaspoonful of oxalic acid; crimson
may be had by adding vinegar to logwood
dye ; cochineal gives pink ; skins of onions
will give a yellow and brown. Paint gives
the moit. satisfactory results and most of our
young people have some talent or experience
in this way, wo hope thvt our young people
will enjoy their E.tster tugs better for know.
ing a little more about the day, and all feel
glad in their little hearts that " Christ in Jecd
is risen to-day." Easter comes this year ou
the Otii of April, and we arc quite sotry that
the subject of this letter did not occur to the
editor sooner.
The Paddock Hospital,
In Seattle, is to be opened early in April
and is a noble work of charity. It is a fitting
monument to tho memory of Fanny Paddock,
loved wife of tho Episcopal Bishop of Wash
ington Territory. The building is to be for
mally opened the 29th of April, the anniver
sary of the death of Mrs. Paddock, who had
had this work in contemplation even before
her arrival on this coast. It seems a fitting
tribute to her memory and one that will be
more lasting than if was reared a towering
shaft of marble. Who can estimate the sor
row and suffering that may be assuaged by
its benefits, the doors of which home will
stand open to all poor, friendless, suffering
humanity. That this spii it of loving charity
actuated and filled her life there can be no
doubt; she left tho comforts and luxuries of
her Eastern home, willing and eager to do
her Master's work; to uphold and assist her
husband in building up the church in a new
country, whero she must have been deprived
of much. "7wways are past finding out,"
and it is difficult for us to understand why one
whose evident abilities promised so much for
good, should bo taken away, even before her
feet had touched the promised land
of her future labors and life work. The
writer, although au entire stranger, has felt
the deepest heart sympathy for the family,
and glad to pay tribute to the life of a woman
in her highest sphere doing good that the
world may bo better for her having heart in it.
Seattle has a future as a seaport town and
greatly needs an institution of this kind to
relieve the distress of a floating population
such as belongs to a town of this sort.
CHOICE RECIPES.
Apple Pudding. Make a paste with equal
quantities of sifted flour and finely chopped
suet, a pinch of salt and a little water. Roll
it out thin into a large piece, place this over a
well buttered basin, and push it in so as to
line the basin with it; cut it off all round so as
to leave enough to fold up. Roll out the trim
mings to such a size as to cover the top of the
basin. Pare, core and slice a quantity of good
sound apples, put them in the basin with
brown sugar to taste, and either some chopped
lemon peel, two or three cloves or a little
grated nutmeg; add annall piece of fresh but
ter, pack the apples tightly in, put. on the
cover of paste, turn up the edges and press
them down, tie a floured pudding cloth over
and put tho basin into a saucepau full of boil
ing water, which should como well over tho
pudding. Boil from two to three hours, ac
cording to size.
Buckwheat Cakes. One quart buckwheat
flour; four tablespoonfuls yeast; one table
spoonful salt; one handful Indian meal; two
tablespoonfuls molasses not syrup; warm
water enough to make a thin batter; beat very
welfj and set to rise in a warm place; if the
batter is in the least sour in the morning, stir
in a very little soda dissolved in hot water;
mix in an earthen crock, and leave some in
the bottom each morning a cupful or so to
serve as sponge for tho next night, instead of
getting fresh yeast. In cold weather this plan
can be successfully pursued for a week or ten
days without setting a new supply. Of couiso
you aeiu ine usual quantity ot Hour, etc.,
every night, and beat up well. Do not make
your cakes too small. Buckwheats should be
of a generous size. Some put two thirds buck
wheat', one-third oatmeal, omitting the In
dian. Irish Stew. About two pounds of the neck
of mutton, four onions, six large potatoes,
salt, pepper, three pints ot water and two ta
blespoonfuls of flour. Cut the mutton in
handsome pieces. Put about half the fat in
the stewpan with the onions, and stir for
eight or ten minutes over a hot fire, then put
in the meat, which sprinkle with the flour,
salt and pepper. Stir ten minutes, and add
the water, boiling. Set for one hour where it
will simmer; then add the potatoes, peeled
and cut in quarters. Simmer an hour longer
and serve. You can cook dumplings with this
dish if you choose. They are a great addition
to all kinds of stews and ragouts.
Corn Cakes. One cup of Indian meal, two
cups of flour, three e?gs, yolks and whites
beaten separately, a small teacup of sugar,
half a cup of butter, two cups of rich sour
milk, one teaspoonful each of so la and salt.
Stir the butter until creamy, beat tho yolks to
a froth and the whites until still', and put to
gether lightly. The silt and soda should bo
mixed thoroughly with the floMr and meal.
Next stir the butter into the middle, turn in
the egys and sugar, aud beat to a batter. Now,
as this mixes, add the sour milk, stirring rap
idly. Beat hard until smooth and light. Bake
in hot gem paus or small cake tins.
Stewed Carrots. Scrape anil lay in cold
water half an hour or more; boil whole three
quarters ot an hour; drain and cut into round
slices a quarter of an inch thick; put on in a
saucepan with a teacupful of broth veal or
beef or mutton pepper and salt to taste, and
stew gently half an hour; just before they are
done, add four tablespoonfuls cream or milk,
and a good lump of butter cut into bits and
rolled in flour; boil up aud serve. If you have
not the broth, use water and put in a table
spoonful of butter, when the saucepan is set
on the fire, in addition to the quantity I have
specified.
Apple Trifle. Scald as many apples as,
when pulped, will cover the dish you design
to use to the depth of two or three inches.
Before you place them in the dish, add to
them the rind of half a lemon, grated fine,
and sugar to taste. Mix half a pint of milk,
half a pint of cream, and the yolk of an egg.
Scald it over the fire, keeping it stirring, and
do not let it boil. Add a little sugar, and let
it stand till cold;, then lay it over the apples
and finish with the cream whip.
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OUR LETTER BOX
Keeps full, and yet there have not near all the
children written yet who read the Farmer.
Perhaps some .little girls and boys whose
parents do not take the paper would like to
join the Home Circle. Of course these would
not feel that they would liko to send letters
unless they took the paper. So if there are
any children who waut to write, they can
do so, aud get ether subscribers, and in tl at
way pay for a paper of their own. We will
give a nice bound book to any girl or boy who
will get subscribers for the Farmer, and who
send the money in advance The book will be
of value according to the number of names,
etc., and Aunt Hetty will b,e sure to seu that
each one is satisfied, and would make the
terms easy for any child who wants to take
the paper and py for it themselves in some
way.
The first letter opened to-day isfroin a ery
little girl, at least we judge so from tho writ
ing, which shows that dear little Edith has
tried to do her very best, and she wants her
name, Edith M. Knight, put down on the
temporanco roll that makes three. She sent
us a nice little magazino called the Temper
ance Mirror. Edith has commenced young to
work for the good cause. If our boys could
only bo made to see that all the evils aud all
the wickedness in the world comes from
drinking liquor, wc should have tho next gen
eration of voters solid on the question, and no
man should have their vote for auy office who
touched a glass o7 liquor. The heavy taxes
that good people, pay comes by having so
many crimes committed by men when intoxi
cated. It is the good, hard working men that
have these taxes to pay, for drinking men
don't have much property, as a general thing.
Simeon writes again, and says they have
sleighing, which is not common in March.
The snow did not stay long, we guess. His
dog "Tommy" loves to play, and so does his
master a boy would not be a boy if he did not
like to play half the time but the other half
Simeon works. Do you know how I can
tell ?
Next comes a regular boy's letter, away
from the cold prairies of Illinois, from a boy
who likes to hunt as a Nimrod. We are.sure
tho Oregon boys and girls must be 6lad that
he enjoys reading their letters, and that he
learns so much about Oregon farming from
these letters. We do not raise corn here, only
just enough to have some roasting ears and a
little more for cakes; all the hogs are fattened
on wheat, apples, etc , but we do not think
the pork is nearly as sweet and good as if
corn were fed. But then we never have any
sick hogs here there is no disease among
animals here, and we can eat tho meat with
satisfaction. Aunt Hetty wishes that soma of
our Rood letter writers among the boys would
writo to John C. Hoyt and tell him he won't
have to woik all summer here in Oregon to
raise feed enough to keep the cattle alive all
winter, as he does in Illinois.
Hetty sends a splendid letter, which reads
as well as any story in a book, and any little
girl who can do so well should write often.
We think the lamb should be called Lucky,
because it had such a good friend in Hetty.
We hope the old ewe will have twins again,
and that. Hetty will see that she is put up
every night in cold weather, so that she will
bo in better luck next time.
Katie sends her third letter, so we begin to
feel that she is quite an old friend.
Charlie says ho wrote some time ago. If it
has not been printed it must be lost, for we
always print every letter that is signed with
full name, and we think we used to know
Charlie's father. The question about the birth
of the first white child should be correctly
settled, and we would like to have the opinions
of different people about it. We should think
that "Aunt Katie," would be correct, for she
is one of the oldest settlers, and would he apt
to be correct. However, let us hear from
every one.
We have ten cents sent towards a memorial,
and wc intend sending it to Aunt Katie for
that purpose.
Belle sends her first letter. We are glad to
have each girl tell what she does to help, or
how sheeniplojs her time; tho experience, of
one girl will suggest an idea to another girl.
Crochet work is, much of it, easily learned, and
the material is not expensive, so this is a good
way for girls to employ odd moment, in
making tidies, bed spreads, or lace for trim
ming curtains or pillow case. If overy girl
would have soma sort of work started and
lying handy to puk up, so that when a visitor
came in, or there were a few idle m uneuts,
that girl wiild bo astonished at the amount
of work that will bo accomplished just in odd
hours that Mould otherwise bo lost. We should
improve every moment of cur liyes in some
way, and wo are much happier if we are em
ployed. Knitting socks for the gentlemen is
good work, for those woven socks nro only an
aggravation to the men folks, "crawling"
about the feet, and are never warm and com
fortable like home-made socks. It may lw
said that the yarn costs as much as the socks,
but then home-made seeks can be. "heeled"
and "toed," or "footed," at a small expense,
thus having a second pair for almost nothing,
while the store socks are fit for nothing after
ths heels are gone. Aunt Hetty knows, for
she has knit ever so many pairs of socks and
little stockings this winter, besides footing
many. We would not much recommend knit
ting ladies long stockings, but for children
there is economy, and the time occupied is not
missed if the work is kept by handy for odd
times.
Kitty got the Farmer for a New Year's
gift. She gets the benefit of her present every
week in the year, and we are sure no other
little girl had a present that will keep so bng
and do her to much good. We are very glad
to hear from Kitty, and hope that some of the
little girls may gt some good ideas from her
letter; she teems to be placed where she has
much responsibility for one so young. She is
a little "mother," and has to see that every
thing around goes on right, but she finds time
to eo to Sunday school and to urayer meet
ing, which is best for her; a Rood Christian
girl has a great influence for good in the world.
Girls hardly realize how much good they can
do by setting a good cxamplo of a coircct lif-.
Tho next is from a little friend who does nut
want the name published, but we know who
it was from, and would bo glad to get an
Easter egg from him. Wo will give our
readers an ai ticle on Easter.
We open a letter (oidently from some
grown-up fellow) which has no name signed
to it. He certainly could not be proud of
suh a production, and if this "Elk Horn,"
person does not like to read children's letters,
ho is not compelled to. Thcro are plenty
others of the readers of tho Farmer who do
fi el interested in this column. His letter com
pares very poorly with the letters written by
our boys, though ho evidently thinks that he
is very smart. Any one living in Elk Horn
can have the letter by asking for it. It would
be a good idea to find out who the idiot is.
Pleasant Home, Oregon.
Editor Home Circle :
As Aunt Hetty published my letter, 1
thought I would writo again. Our school
clnsed tho last of February, and it commenced
the first of April. Next month I am eight
years old. Ma says I can surprise Aunt Hetty
with an Easter egg, and if papa goes to Port
land that week, wo will send it to her. Wc
have a little black dog; he runs the chickens
and turkeys, and they flop him good. I wish
tho Farmer good luck. From an
Oreoox Boy.
Monmouth, March 2, 1882.
Editor Homo Circle:
Please put my name down on the list of
abstainers. I am not quite seven years old,
but my parents say as the twig is bent the
tree inclines. Yours lovingly,
Edith M. Knioiit.
Sumter. March 8, 1882.
Editor Home Circle:
As you were bo kind as to publish my last
letter, I thouget I would writo again. We
have about three feet and a half of snow here,
and I have lots of fun sleighing with the big
boys. Our school was out about two weeks
ago. I have just got well of the mumps. My
mother's bird died about a month ago I see
so many little boys and girls writing about
their pets that I will write about mine. I have
a dog; his name is Tommy, and he likes to
play all the time. Our cow that wo have been
milking for two years has gone dry. My
father has been hauling hay this week. Good
by, wishing the Farmer success.
Simeon Durgox.
Fort Sumtkr, March 8, 1882.
Editor Home Circle :
This is my third letter to the Farmer.
Thoro are no snow birds up here. I expect to
go to my home in Vancouver. My friends
thcro write to me and tell me tnat they want
to see me so bad that it always makes me
homesick. One of my sisters got married
since I have been up here. I go to school; our
school teacher's name is Miss Downie, and we
like her very well. My mother died, and I
felt very sad about it. I will close, wishing
the Farmer success.
Katie J. Hinder.
Halsey, March 0, 1882.
Editor Home Circle:
I wrote a little letter to tho Home Circle on
the 3d of February, and perhaps it has got
mislaid, so I will try again. I will not write
about my sheep aud chickens this time, but
about something else. I saw in tho Farmer
of March 3d an articlo in regard to erecting a
tombstone to the memory of Alice Claries!
Whitman, and a suggestion that the little
boys and girls of Oregon make it up by small
contributions. This is a cause that every lit
tle boy and girl should bo pleased to contrib
ute to. but is not Aunt Katie mistaken ? I
have always understood that Mr. Cyme
Walker, late of Forest Grove, but now, I
think, living somohero in Eistcrn Oregon or
Washington Territory, was the first white
male child born west of the Rocky Mountains,
and Mrs. Eliza Warren, of lirownsvile, Linn
county, daughter ol Rev. II. II, Spaulding,
the first white female. I should like to hear
from some one who knows. Hoping to hear
from some of the little folks about putting up
tho monument, I remain jours truly,
Charlie P. W. Kizeii
HiriHLANP, Madison Co., III., March 12.
Editor Willamette Farmer:
I have never written a letter to the Farmer.
I have read fomo of the little boy's letters
about their fishing and hunting in Oregon,
which pleases me very much. I should like to
he there with my famous Betty to bring down
deer and other game. We have nothing to
hunt here but a fow little rabbits, I get a shot
now and then at wild ducks, I have only
killed four this spring. This county is to
thickly settled that most people have not
range for tame ducks or chickens, let alonn
wild ones. There n no lake close here to fish
in, or mountains to hunt in, to I have to
content myself on a farm until I am a man,
then I shall pull out for the mountains of
Oregon, where there is range for sheep aid
cattle rnd game to hunt. I have two sheep;
Tim and Nan are their naaes. Myta has
seven horses. I plow with a three-horse team
in summer. When we break up for corn,
we cut down the old stalks, plow and harrow
the ground, and then roll it and plant with a
corn planter. I am a boy 12 years old, and
like hunting better than any other fun. I go
sometimes to turkey shooting, and sometimes
lose more than I make. At ten cents a shot
one turkey is put up for a dollar. If you hit
the center of the target you get the turkey for
ten cents. 1 should like tome of the little
boys to write and tell me how they farm in
Oregon, and something about their fun. I go
to school in winter, and once in awhile to
J some play party, and sometimes to spelling
school, and go to church and Sunday school.
In the summer 1 go to some big shows. I love
fun. We have plenty of hard work all through
tho summer and fall. In wintvr wc don't do
much. We have very cold weather sometimes,
and I don't liko it. Pa takes tho Farmer
We read in that of your warm, mild winters
in Oregon. If you should print this letter the
little folks of Oregon may hear again from the
boy across the mount.Vns.
John 0. Hoyt.
Apmsville, March 13, 18S2.
Editor Wil'amctte Farmer:
It has been ro long since I wrolo my last
letter, that 1 thought I would write again.
We have no school now, but wc havo Sunday
school every Sunday, mid I like to go very
much. Well, I will tell tho little boys and
girls of tho Huino Circle what a time I had
with our sheep. I drivo them up every even
ing, and put them in a pen. e)no cold morning
in January my pa came into tho house with a
poor litt'e Iamb almost chilled to dialh. It
could not raise Its little head up. Pa said that
there were two more pcor littlo lambs outside
that were dead, and that they belonged to my
old pet ewe. I almost cried, for I wanted to
raise some sheep of my own. I got some
woolen clothes and wrapped tho little lamb
up in them; I fed it some warm milk with a
spoon, and I put it in a box by the fire and
kept it warm all day, and by night it could
stand up and run a little; but its mother
would not own it, and pa said I had better
give tho littlo thing to tho old pet ewe; so I
put it with her; but she would run away from
it, and pa put her in an old empty granary,'
and I put tho little lamb in with her and
stayed thero a long time, and would not let
her hurt it. After three days she began to
treat tho littlo thing with kiudness, and she
takes good care of it now, and it is a nice big
lamb. I call it Lucky, because it was in luck
to find a good stepmother; so I have two head
of Bheep of my own now. Well, I must toll
you about my little brother Forrest. He is 11
months old, and he can walk anywhere, and is
a regular mimic. Pa has lost two head of
cattle this winter. Well, I will close for this
time. Your friend, Hktty Brians.
Summit Hili, March 17, 1882.
Editor Homo Circle:
As I have seen so many letters for tho Far
mer I thought I would writo one, too. I havo
got five brothers and five sisters. Ono of my
sisters is away to work, and one is staying at
my aunt's, My youngest sister is the baby.
She is four months old; her name is Lulue; sho
has got black hair and black eyes. I think sho
is very pretty. I am staying at grandmother's
I will toll you what I do to help my grand,
mother. I cook and wash dishes; help Hash
and do the most of the ire ning. I make the
beds and sweep. I milk two cows, feed the
pet lamb, and feed the chickens and guineas.
Grandmother has got twenty-two little chick
ens, some nearly big enough to fry. I gather
the eggs. Now, I will tell you what I do for
myself. I have to kuit Blockings for myself.
I have made soino new aprons. I havo em
broidered two pocket-handkerchiefs, and I
have learned to crochet. Grandmother has
crocheted a bed spread this winter. I think I
will make one some time. I am thirteen years
old. Well, I will bring this to a close for this
time. I hatcn't got much time to write. So
good bye. From Belle Barnett.
HiiliiiAUi), March 18, 1882.
Editor Homo Circle :
I am a littlo girl, thirteen years old. I
novcr wrote a letter to a paper for publication,
and I havo been a constant reader of the Homo
Circle for over a year. Ono year kgo last Jan
uary, my father sent mo the Willamette
Farmer for a New Year's gift, and renewed it
again; and I promised to write to tho Cirelo,
and now I am going to try to redeem my
promise. My father has been sick ever since
last July, but ho is able to go about a little
now. 1 have four brothers and four sisters,
and my brothers are all away-from homo but
Bertie, and he is but five years old, and two
sisters younger than myself. I am the eldest
chihl at homo now, and I have plenty to do n
good many chores out-doois, beiidos house
work, and go to school overy day; I milk two
cows and feed them twice a day. I attend
Sabbath school; Thursday nights prayer meet
ing; Saturday nights lodgo, when the weather
is not too bad to be out, nights. Well, as this
is my first, and for fear of the waste .basket, I
will close for this time, wishing tho Farmer
success. HfcTTir. E. Dimick.
CAST AWAY OH AN I3LAND.
11V LMIMIN MARY.
Several years ago thero dwolt a widow and
two children in tho village of Leville, near the
sea coast. These children, both girl", Wrip
about twelve years old, .and full of life and
spirits. They spent many happy hours in
roaming ou tho beach gathering shells, beauti
ful stones, etc
N-t far from their homo was a littlo cove,
where tho old fisherman, Ned, with whom
the littlo girls were great favorites anchored
his boat. They very often took boat ride's
with Nod, and they sometimes went doac
aud tat in' tho old boat to talk over their
pleasures, and plan something new for the
next day. Their dog, Dash, would always
accompany them on such occasions, and was
apparently greatly interested in all that was
going on. One day, while they were thui
employed, tho chain by which the boat was
made fast, in some manner came loose, and
the boat drifted out towards the sea. Their
terror and alarm may be better imagined than
descnled. At first they were too much
frightcne-' to move and could only tit looking
at each other in dn may, but recovering them
selves they began calling loudly for help, but
no one came. They continued calling until
completely exhausted, then threw themselves
down in tho center of the boat, with their
arms around Dash, and cried themselves to
sleep. Still the boat drifted on during the
long, dark night, and was tossed to and fro
by the angry waves, until at last it lodged be
tween two rocky points which jutted out from
a maiu i land. The girls immediately climbed
up-m the bank, followed by tluir dog, and in
attempting to fasten the boat it slipped out
and floated away. They watched it being
tosed hero and there and saw (hit it was soon
upset, and then it floated out of sight. They
then 1 toked alwut them for some placo of
shelter nrd found a small cavo which extended
a short distanco into the recks; this they en.
tcred and proceeded to make themselves as
comfortable ns possible under the circum
stances. Meanwhile at home their mother had
watched and waited for the children, and still
they did not come. At last, Incoming terri
fied, the started out m search of them, and
not finding them, went to tho old fisherman to
8co if they had gono with hint for a ride, but
found him at home. Ned immediately pro
cured help and started in seaich of the mips
ing children. After searching for several
hours they gave up in despair. The thought
then occuticd to Ned that they might have
fallen to sleep in the boat, he hastened there
and found tho boat was gone. He at first
thoiight they hail attempted to row and been
swept away; but upon looking around ho found
tho chain which had slipped off tho boat; he
then kuew what had hippened, Ho could sen '
no trace of them anywhere, so ho concluded
tho affair had happeued early in tho afternoon,
and thoy had drifted out of tight or been
buried iu tho cruel waves. Ho hurried back
to tho anxious mother and told what discove
ry he had made. She threw up her arms, cry
ing, "my children, 0, my children, "and fell
fainting at his feet. Ned's wifo took charge
of her, while ho hurriedly telegraphed to the
several villages along the coast to be on the
look-out for tho boat. .Tho next day he
received word that an empty boat had drifted
on the beach several miles below. He went
down immediately and foun 1 that it was his
bat.
Tho mother, after hearing tho sad fato of
her children, was almost crazy for several
weeks, but at last rallied, and performed her
du'ies at homo as usual.
Two years passed away, and this trag'c af
fair was almost forgotten by every one excopt
tho lovely mother. About this time thcro was
a party of hunters who couuluded to explore
an island soveral miles from tho village The
party started early ono morning nnd arrived
at the iblaud about sun-down ; thoy dropped
anchor, and remained uutil morning; then
they commenced n reconnoitre, and while
passing a ledge of rocks, they wero surprised
by hearing a dog barking, and a moment later
a large dog emerged fiout a cavity in the
rocks. At firit sight he growled and barked
ferociously ; but upon being Bpoken to in a
kind manner, welcomed them by caressing
their hands. The dog then led them into a
cave, whero they disc vercd two youug giria
weaving baskets of willow. At first there
was a frightened look on their facei, whioh
BOO't changed to gladness, and they sprang
forward to welcome them.
On being aked how they camo to bu living
thero alono ; they gave them an account ot
tho facts already written, and how at first
they h d Iain iu the cave all day, and being
forced out by tho pangs of hunger, tho next
day, they had found an abundance of fruit
upon the trees, and livid on these several
weeks. They then ventured out farther and
found clams and oysters nlong tho shoro ;
which togethor with iho ditl'uient kinds of
fruit made a very good meal. They carried
in fir boughs and moss and tu.ulo a bud, and
for occupation they made baskets and chairs
out of willow which was very plentiful ou tho
island. Thoy had booh ships soveral times at
a dhtancc and had tried to attract their atten
tion, but failed. The dog was a great deal of
company for them, and he faithfully guarded
them. I will not attempt to describe the joy
of tho re-unhn of tho mother and her chil
dren ; for such joy cannot bo expressed in
words ; but I will say tho remaining years of
their lives were spent in pi ace and happiness.
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