Harper's Young People, June 29, 1880 Part 8

PHILIP P. C.

TULLAHOMA, TENNESSEE.

I am very sorry we had to leave Frank Austin so soon, and I hope we are going to hear how he went back to his mother and sisters. I think if all Young America had as much pluck as Frank, there would be no such thing as "fail."

I caught a little rabbit a week ago, but it got away before I had made a cage for it. I have a turtle that weighs about ten pounds.

But my best pet is a large dog named Andy. He is a good jumper. He can jump a very high fence.

My father has been a subscriber to HARPER'S MAGAZINE ever since 1859. I think I shall take YOUNG PEOPLE as long--and longer too.

My brothers take HARPER'S WEEKLY. The ill.u.s.trations are so pretty!

My brother Abe, who is six years old, says he is going to be a "picture man," like Mr. Nast, when he grows up.

Have any of the correspondents a tame crow? I would like to know how to pet one.

"LONE STAR."

WEST CHESTER, PENNSYLVANIA.

My brother has a young pet crow. When it is hungry it "caws" till we go out and feed it. The other day it ate three mice and a mole.

It can not fly yet. I have a dear little kitty, and if it goes toward the crow, the bird will open its mouth and hop away sideways. I like to make Wiggles and Misfits very much.

ANNA M. J.

PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA.

I caught a dragon-fly the other day. It was three inches long, and its wings spread five inches. Its head was transparent. I have a cat named Lion. My brother takes YOUNG PEOPLE. I like to read the letters in the Post-office Box.

CARE G. DE M.

MILTON, VERMONT.

The last of April, when I went after May-flowers, I brought home some frogs' eggs in my basket. They looked like hemp seed in lemon jelly. In about a week each egg separated from the main part in a little ball. It took two weeks for the pollywogs to hatch, but when they did, it was very comical to see them swimming about. If we scared them, they would run to their b.a.l.l.s, or homes, as we called them. I put them in the brook, and afterward when I went to look for them, I could not find them. I suppose they had developed into little frogs, and hopped away. I brought a toad home last night, and put it in the garden. It dug into the ground until it was nearly buried, and this morning I could not find it. Perhaps it got homesick--if toads ever do.

ALICE C. H.

SMITHFIELD, NORTH CAROLINA.

I live one mile from a little village on the east bank of the Neuse. I have three cats, but they have no pretty tricks. I have a goat too. Her name is Philadelphia, but I call her Phila. I have a corn patch in mother's garden, and every two weeks I cut it and give it to my goat to eat. I began to study French last winter, and I finished the introductory course last night. I am ten years old.

MATTIE P.

NEW YORK CITY.

I thought perhaps the boys and girls would like to hear about my Polly. It is just beginning to talk. Its only bad habit is that it will learn slang words. The other day a lady came to see us, and Polly cried out, "Bully for you, old fellow, come in!"

We use YOUNG PEOPLE for a reader in our school.

N. D.

PLEASANT HILL, MISSOURI.

Two little birds have built their nest in a tree in front of our porch. It sounds so much sweeter to hear them sing out of a cage than in one, especially when they are wild birds. When the raspberries get ripe, our missionary society will have a lawn party in our yard, because it is very large. I am eleven years old.

GRACE C.

BALTIMORE, MARYLAND.

I have a little bird. It is a beautiful singer and a great pet. It is a very funny little fellow. It used to escape from its cage so often that we had to tie the door. We call it d.i.c.k. The other day mamma had given d.i.c.k a bath, and tied the cage door securely, as she thought. She left it alone in a room with the windows all open, and about an hour afterward she went to put seed in, and the cage was empty, and d.i.c.k nowhere to be seen. She hunted about a long while, until at last she found him sitting on the round of a chair. She had only to put the cage down, and d.i.c.k hopped in.

FANNIE S. M.

AUBURN, CALIFORNIA.

I have a pet cat named Dido, and our neighbor has a cat named Jacko. Dido and Jacko are great friends, and play together a great deal. Mamma is Dido's "meat man," and one night when she was taking Dido to feed him, Jacko began to cry, as though he did not want to be left. Then Dido ran back and put his nose up to Jacko's, and it looked as if they were kissing each other good-night. Then Dido turned and followed mamma.

RUSSIA L.

PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA.

I am in the Soldiers' Orphan Inst.i.tute, and I like to read YOUNG PEOPLE very much. My Sunday-school teacher made each boy in her cla.s.s a present of it. We are sorry that the story "Across the Ocean" is ended. It was such an interesting story that we want some more of it.

CHARLES V. F.

HARMONY, NEW JERSEY.

I am a little girl nine years old. We moved here this spring from La Fayette. My papa is a Methodist minister, so we have to move once in a while. I have a brother and sister. We have a beautiful Maltese cat, and twelve little chickens. We live three miles from the Delaware River. My brother takes YOUNG PEOPLE, and we all like it very much.