"Yes, I believed it; I really did, or I never would have said it."
Then Paul laughed again--a long, hearty laugh it was, but no one helped him. Most of the boys felt as if in some way Paul had cheated them. As for Ned Johnston, he evidently did not believe Paul, for he began to ask questions.
"If you"re not an Indian, how do you know so much about a birch canoe?"
"Why, I"ve seen dozens of them in Maine, where I used to live; the Indians make them there."
"Wild Indians?" asked Ned, and all the boys listened eagerly for the answer.
"No," said Paul, contemptuously; "they"re the tamest kind of tame ones."
This was dreadful, yet Ned thought he would try once more. "How did you come to know so much about buffaloes?" he asked.
"I saw two in Central Park, in New York," Paul replied. "Oh, boys! boys!
you"re dreadfully sold."
"Say, Paul," said Benny, edging to the front, and looking appealingly at his friend, "you"ve been away out West anyhow, haven"t you?--because you told me you knew about it." Benny awaited the answer with fear and trembling, for he felt he never would hear the end of the affair if he did not get some help from Paul.
"No, I"ve never been farther West than Laketon," was the disheartening reply. "All I know of the West I"ve learned from books and newspapers."
"Dear me!" sighed Benny; and for the first time in his life he wished the bell would ring, and give him an excuse to get away. Within a moment his wish was gratified, and he scampered up stairs very briskly, but not before Bert Sharp had caught up with him, and called him "Smarty," and asked him if he hadn"t some more dreams that he could go about telling as truth. Poor Benny"s only consolation, as he took his seat, was that Notty had been the first to suggest the Indian theory, and he ought therefore to bear a part of whatever abuse might come of the mistake.
At any rate he had learned that Paul had been in Maine and New York; certainly that was more than he had known an hour before.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
THE SONS OF THE BRAVE.
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Boys and girls now travel so much and so far that no doubt a great number of "Harper"s Young People" will have an opportunity to see these fine little fellows, perhaps some pleasant day next summer. Mr. Morris has drawn them just as they are leaving their school for their weekly parade.
This school is in Chelsea, England, and is for the support and education of seven hundred boys and three hundred girls, whose fathers have either been killed in battle or died on foreign stations, or whose mothers have died while their fathers were on duty in foreign lands. The school is a fine building of brick and stone, and the front entrance, out of which you see the boys filing, has a s.p.a.cious stone portico, supported by four n.o.ble pillars of the Doric order, the frieze bearing the following inscription: "The Royal Military Asylum for the Children of Soldiers of the Regular Army."
The Asylum is inclosed by high walls, except before the great front, where there is an iron railing. The grounds connected with this part are beautifully laid out in flower and gra.s.s plats, and shaded with fine trees. Attached to each wing are s.p.a.cious play-grounds, as well as a number of covered arcades. In the latter the children play when the weather is too wet or cold for open-air exercise.
All the domestic affairs are regulated by Commissioners appointed by the Queen"s sign-manual, and the officials consist of a commandant, adjutant, and secretary, chaplain, quartermaster, surgeon, matron, and various other persons; for everything about the school is conducted according to military discipline.
The boys are taught reading, writing, and arithmetic, and after they are eleven years of age they are employed on alternate days in works of industry. Five hours daily in summer and four in winter is the time required of them, and in this short period they make every article of clothing they require for their own use. About one hundred boys work as tailors, fifty each day alternately; about one hundred are employed in a similar manner as shoe-makers, capmakers, and coverers and repairers of the school"s books. Besides, there are two sets or companies of knitters and of shirtmakers, and others who are engaged as porters, gardeners, etc. Everything is done by those who work at the trades, except the cutting out. This branch, requiring experience, is managed by old regimental shoe-makers, tailors, etc., who, with aged sergeants and corporals and their wives, manage the affairs of the inst.i.tution.
The school also furnishes its own drum and fife corps and a very fine military band, the players, of course, devoting a proper proportion of their time to the practice on their instruments. Friday is the best day on which to visit the school, for on that day the entire force is turned out for a dress parade. The boys are then dressed in full uniform--red jackets, blue trousers, and little black caps--and with their flags flying, drums beating, and band playing, they march to the parade-ground, where they give a fine exhibition drill. After the parade they are trained in various difficult and skillful gymnastic exercises.
There is no compulsion on any boy to join the army; but when any regiment is in want of recruits, a notice is placed in the school-rooms, and any boys above fourteen years of age who wish to go into the army are allowed to join that regiment. For those who prefer trades or other occupations situations are provided, and if at the end of a certain number of years they can produce certificates of good conduct from those who employ them, they are publicly rewarded in the chapel of the inst.i.tution.
The girls, in addition to the usual branches of a good common-school education, are taught needle-work of all kinds, and fitted for lady"s-maids, dressmakers, cooks, and the various higher positions of household services. Their dress is uniform, and consists of blue petticoats, red gowns, and straw hats.
The school is supported by an annual grant from Parliament, and by the gift of one day"s pay in every year from the whole army.
"MAMMA KNOWS HOW."
The awful fact is beyond a doubt, The cage was open, and d.i.c.k flew out.
"What shall I do?" cries Pet, half wild, And Nurse Deb says, "Why, bress you, child, I knows a plan dat"ll nebber fail: Jes put some salt on yer birdie"s tail."
"Why, you silly old nurse, "twould never do; That plan is worthy a goose like you.
What! salt for birds. No, sugar, I say; I"ll coax him back to me right away."
But wicked d.i.c.k, with his round black eyes, He wouldn"t be caught in this gentle wise.
Mamma comes in, and she sees the plight; It will take her wits to set it right: That big bandana on Deb"s black head, Ere d.i.c.k can jump, "tis over him spread; Then two soft hands they hold him fast: The bright little rogue is caught at last.
As into his cage the truant goes Pet says, "Now, nurse, I do suppose That salt and sugar, though two nice things, Are not a match for a birdie"s wings; And, Deb, I think we must just allow, When a thing"s to be done, mamma knows how."
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THE KING JACK-O"-LANTERN.
BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.
"There, boys, that"s the pumpkin."
"That"ll do, Phil; but what"ll your father say? Doesn"t he mean to take that pumpkin to town?"
"Well, no, I guess not. Anyhow, he said I might have it."
"Did you tell him what it"s for?"
"Of course I did. Only I guess he guessed near enough that I didn"t mean to make any pies."
"What did he say, Phil?"
"Why, he laughed right out--it"s easy to get him laughing--and he said if we could invent anything ugly enough to scare the Sewing Society, we might have a cart-load of pumpkins, if we"d see that they were pitched into the big feed kettle after we got done with them, so they could be boiled for the cows."
"Isn"t that a whopper, though! Biggest pumpkin I ever saw. Let"s go right at it."