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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873,

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About Boston Augustus Holmes 94

About Constellations George S. Jones 38

About Cork Harvey Wilder 478

About Electrotyping and some other Things . -N. A . Eliot 269

About Frogs and Toads Harvey Wilder .. . . .609

About Weasels C. A. Stephens 433

Accidental Discoveries N. S. Dodge 484

Account of the Jimmyjohns' Little Affair with the

Gulls, An '-. Mrs. Abby Morton Diaz . . . 604

Adventures of Little Martin Klover, The . . Mrs. Abby Morton Diaz . . . . 23

Aunt Patty's Bead Bag Mary L. B. Branch .... 471

Azure Stone, The Mary H. Seymour 276

Bones ......... Caroline A ugttsta Howard . . 459

Calico Paper, The Elizabeth Stuart Phelps . . . .283

Catching Buffalo Calves Oliver Howard 673

Clarence Shank's Adventure S. P. Prichard 109

Day of Judgment, The . . , . . . Elizabeth Stiiart Phelps ... 222

Did the Cat count Four ? . . . . . . Mrs. A. E. Porter 483

Doing his Best J. T. Trowbridge i, 65, 129, 193, 257, 321,

385, 449. 513, 577, 641, 705

"Dot's Party" Sam Eytinge 213

Dramatic Entertainment, A Anna Boynton Averill . ... 44

Dutchman and the Big Fish, The 416

Ermine, The . . . C. A. Stephens 488

Fairy of the Spinning- Wheel, The .... Charles Dawson Shanley . . . 404

Fall of a " Rocking-Stone," The .... C.A.Stephens 178

Flying Betsey, The C.A.Stephens 103

Glimpses of the Moon Augustus Holmes 529

Gold- Miner's Story, A . . . . . . Edward B. Nealley 398

Gussy's Coasting ' . Anna Boynton Averill .... 164

Hannah Colby's Chance . . . . . Elizabeth Stuart Phelps . . 595, 653, 730

How a Girl helped . . . . . . . Lottie A dams 338

How Lulu got Lost Julia C. R. Dorr 299

How Mattie proved it A melia Frances 686

In a Rag- Bag Nora Perry 209

Last Load of Hay, The W. N. Meeks 410

Life on Board a Whaler J. H. Woodbury . . . . .539

Little Sac's Revenge, The Theodora 18

Lost in the Mammoth Cave Aunt Frances 588

Loves of the Pigeons, The W. C. E. 278

Mink and the Pine Marten, The .... C.A.Stephens 549

Minnie's Bedtime Sarah G. Duley 748

More about Constellations George S. Jones 75

Morning with the Jimmyjohns, A . . . Mrs. Abby Morton Diaz . . 524

" Mother of all the Foxes," The . . . C.A.Stephens 16

Nannie's Experience Sarah G. Duley 238

New Suit of Clothes, The . 216

Old Cider-Mill, The C.A.Stephens ..... 617

Old Nick Elizabeth Kilham 425

Pandora J. W. P. . . * . . . .296

Pap Chippewa and the Wolves .... Theodora 741

Patsey, Flash, & Co Elizabeth Kilham 31

Patty's Responsibility Jane G. A ndrews 554

" Perfect Plague," A Annie M. Libby 358

Pigs and Guinea Pigs, and what they paid for . . Mrs. S. B. C. Samuels .... 89

Prospecting with Spotty Edward B. Nealley .... 466*

Queer Theft, A Mrs. George M. Kellogg .... 544

Queer Things about Babies Olive Thorne 33

Ride on the Engine, A Elsie Dee 491

Robbie's Chickens ....... Olive Thorne ...... 356

Rolf's Leap Georgiana M. Craik ..... 344

iv Contents.

Sad Fate of "Polly Cologne, "The . . . Mrs. Abby Morton Diaz . . . .676

Screw Propeller and its Discoverer, The . . . N. S Dodge 354

Second Mate's Twister, The M- W *?* 2 9

cu_ n Anixel The Martha Nichols 363

Sy Thunderbolt, A . '.'. . Unpublished^ Camping-Out" Sketches . 47

Something about Photography David B Scott, Jr. .... 726

Story of an Eminent Man, The .... J. T. Trowbndge 418

Story of a Sky-Stone, The &*?%**. ' . ' ' 3 P

Story of Flonnda, The Mrs. Abby Morton Diaz . . . .169

Stranger in Pilgrim Land, and what he saw, A . Mrs. Abby Morton Diaz ... 719

Talk about Electricity, A N. A Eliot 156

Talk about the Telegraph, A . . . * . . N. A. Eliot 228

Travelling in the Air F. W. Clarke 621

Two Boys' Ascent of Vesuvfos Arthur P ember 680

Ugly Old Toad, The C. D. Gardette . . . . . .139

Uncle Joe's " Little Samaritan " .... Mrs. Abby Morton Diaz ... 204

TJn or Down ? Ellis Gray 559

Walter on a Spree Helen C. Weeks 666

What Madam Talbot saw Mrs. Nellie Eyster 82

Young Abe Augustus Holmes 148

Young Contributors, Our .... 49, "3, 180, 242, 305, 368, 437, 497, 563, 629, 689, 753


Block Houses Mrs. A. M. Wells 80

Brooklet, The Ellis Gray 476

Brownie, The Elizabeth A kers Allen . . . -537

Butterfly Blue and Grasshopper Yellow . . Olive A . Wadsworth .... 332

Christmas Rose Terry . . . . . .29

Clock-Tinker, The Lucy Larcom 594

Cradle, The . Celia Thaxter 37

Dick's Watch Mrs. L. M. Blinn 562

Doctor Dolltix George Cooper 528

Ettie ..." JohnClerke' 628

False Alarm, A C. M. Woodward 432

Fox in the Well, The J.T. Trowbridge 168

Froggie and his Friends 35

Goat and the Swing, The J.T. Trowbridge 2o

Grade's Kitty Elizabeth A kers Allen . . . . 147

Johnny's Complaint Ellis Gray 752

Life A.I.M. ioi

Little Bo-Peep 397

Modern Knighthood Laura D. Nichols 740

Paul and the Potter 496

Polly Nora Perry 267

Protest, A Edgar Fawcett 685

Rat Hunt, The J. T. Trmvbridge 661

Robin's Protest, The Laura JBowe 362

Sally Swan Rose Terry 614

Santa Claus Jno. W. Eddy 13

Sleepy Little Sister, The Georgiand McNeil 237

Spring-time Calendar Eunice E. Comstock . . . 302

Tea Leaves Constance H. North 203

Tim McDermid Marian Douglas 652

Throwing Kisses Minnie B. Stade 177

Turkey. A Thanksgiving Ode .... Rose Terry Cooke 724

Water- Lily, The Celia Thaxter 465

What shall we name our Baby? .... Laura D. Nichols 274

What Susie saw at the Circus ' 744

What the Birds said Anna Boynton A verill . ... 403

w hen > Mary N. Prescott 227

Whistle, The Marian Douglas . . . . . 4 86

Music (The Chickadee) . . ( j*^* ^ Eudora M, Stone, \

\ Music by T. Grampian, )

THE EVENING LAMP S 6, I2I , x8s , 249, 3I2 , 373 , 443> 503, 569, 634, 695, 760

OUR LETTER Box . . . . . . 60, 126, 189, 252, 315, 379, 445, 509, 573, 637, 7o, 7&4


An Illustrated Magaz


JANUARY, 1873.

No. I.



EACON CHATFORD reached up to the
old-fashioned clock case, opened it, and took
out a key.

" Here, boys ! " he cried to the youngsters
in the kitchen, "which of you is going to
unlock the school-house and build a good fire
for the master this morning ? I guess you
are the lad, Phineas ! "

" Let the master build his own fires," mut-
tered Phineas. "Masters always have done
it in our deestrict, and they will, for all me."

" I '11 do it," said one of his companions,
stepping forward.

" I '11 go too, if Jack does ! " and Phineas
sprang to get possession of the key. A scuf-
fle ensued, for it was already in Jack's hand,
and he was not inclined to give it up.

" There, there, boys ! " said the deacon,
"it's nothing you need quarrel about. Both
go, if you want to. The school-house may
need brushing up a little, for though it was
left in good order when Annie's school closed,
some roguish boys have been in at one of the windows since. I meant to
have it seen to, but forgot all about it."

" The day you 've looked forward to so long, Jack, has come at last," said

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by JAMES R. OSGOOD & Co., in the Office

of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.


Doing his Best. [January,

Mrs. Chatford, smiling. " I wish Phineas was half as eager for school as
you are."

" Maybe I should n't care any more about it than he does, if I had had
as much of it," said Jack. " I 've a good deal of lost time to make up."

" You 've been making it up pretty well since you came to live with us,
I should think, by Annie's account. She says you can do as hard sums
as Phineas can, and I know you can read as well."

" Ho ! " sneered Phineas, enviously ; " guess you don't know ! You
have n't heard me read as well as I can ; and as for ciphering, I can
cipher him into the middle of next week ! I can cipher his legs off! "

" I hope you won't try," replied Jack ; " I 've no legs to spare ! "

" Phin 's great at bragging," said the elder son, Moses, good-naturedly.
" But if he don't take care, before winter 's over he won't be in sight of
Jack's coat-tails, in ciphering or anything else."

Phin, not knowing what else to say, fell back upon a celebrated blunder
of Jack's, asking derisively, "Read the Bible much lately, Jack? Say!
do ye remember Joseph's * coat of many collars' ? O Jack ! "

Jack paid no attention to this taunt ; but, hastily changing his coat and
vest, combing his hair, and taking his books and slate under his arm, he
started for the school-house, accompanied by Phin.

" There comes old. Lion ! " cried Phin. " Don't send him back ! I tell
you ! le' 's make him lie down under our seat, and then, if the master goes
to lick us, set him on ! ""

But Jack did not seem to regard this lively idea as altogether practicable.
Calling the dog to his side, he began to reason with him.

" See here, old fellow ! you 're a mighty knowing dog, but you 're not
quite up to the spelling-book ; do you think you are ? Did n't know we were
going to school, did you ? 'T would make the children laugh and play, to
see a dog at school. Don't be silly. Good by ! "

" I believe he understands you ! " said Phin. Indeed, the dog, after
standing for some time and watching the boys as they went down the road,
turned about and trotted homewards, like the reasonable dog he was.

" I '11 be inside the school-house first," then said Phin. " Bet my knife
against yours."

" O, pshaw ! you know I can run faster than you can. I don't want to
get your knife away from you," said Jack.

But Phin insisted. " Come, you don't dare take me up ! " He spoke so
confidently that Jack, never suspecting the treachery that might lurk behind
the wager, accepted it ; and at the word " Now ! " from Phin, they started.
Jack soon outstripped him ; and Phin, laughing, fell into a slow walk.

" I '11 have a good fire by the time you get there ! " cried Jack from a dis-
tance of several rods, and felt in his pocket for the key. Not finding it, he
explored his other pockets. " Hullo, Phin ! have you seen the key ? "

" I saw you put it in your pocket ; and now, if you have lost it "

" You 've got it, you rogue ! "

Phin laughed. " Now who '11 be in the school-house first ? O Jack !
What do you say now ? "

1 873.] Doing his Best. 3

" I say you 're a first-class pickpocket. Never mind. I will win the
bet now ! "

" You can't get in without the key ! "

" See if I can't ! "

" Hold on ! " shouted Phin, as Jack began to run again. " I '11 go back
home ! I '11 throw the key into the ditch, if you don't wait for me ! "

Deaf to these boyish threats, Jack kept on running, and soon reached
the old red brick school-house at the corners. It stood a little back from
the two roads which there crossed each other; but there was no fence,
no yard about it, only a strip of hard-trodden ground before the door, in
the angle formed by the two streets. The roadside was the playground.
Not a shade-tree was near. Behind the school-house was a field, enclosed
by a zigzag fence. This came up to opposite corners of the house, the brick
walls of which completed the enclosure, and made a saving of rails.

Jack tried the padlock on the door, and, finding that it could not be
opened without a key, took a convenient rail from the fence, and put it up
to one of the windows. These were placed high, to prevent school-children
within from looking out, and rogues without from getting in. He climbed
up the rail, and found that the window-fastenings had already been forced,
as Mr. Chatford conjectured. He raised the sash, and, entering head fore-
most, let himself down by his hands upon a broad desk or counter within.

" O, that ain't fair ! " cried Phin, coming around the corner just in time
to see the pair of legs disappear ; " breaking into a winder ! I should think
you 'd tried that once too often a'ready ! Got took up for it, any way. I
bet I 'd be in the door first ; and here I am ! I '11 take that knife, if you
please," added Master Chatford, confidently putting out his hand as he
came in through the entry.

" You thought I was going to call on you for your knife, and said that
to get the start of me," laughed Jack. " But I don't want your knife."

" Do you know, that 's Squire Peternot's lot behind the school-house, and
it 's his rail you took ? Better look out for the old man ; he 's got a grudge
against you ! " said Phin.

" I was just going to put the rail back and bring in my books," said Jack.

" Put 'em on this desk, and hurry, or some other fellers '11 be here. This
is the boys' side, and these are the best seats in the house, close to the
door ; we can cut out first when school 's dismissed."

Jack was not anxious to share that privilege with Phin ; indeed, he would
have preferred not to sit with that young gentleman in school. But Phin,
notwithstanding his taunts and sneers, had a vast respect for Jack's courage
and prowess, and determined to make him his champion that winter against
the oppression of the big boys. So, while Jack was preparing to kindle a
fire in the great oblong stove that stood on a broad brick hearth in the
centre of the room, Phin placed the books on a shelf under the counter,
and, to establish still more securely their claim to the spot, set up his slate,
on which he had written in a coarse, uneven hand, this notice to all whom
it might concern :

Doing his Best. [January,

The counter extended about three sides of the room, sloping from a
level strip against the wall, and jutting over a bench of heavy plank.
The strip was just wide enough to hold inkstands and books, while the
counter was designed for a writing-desk. The narrow edge of it also served
as the back to the pupils' seats when their faces were turned towards the
centre of the room. When one wished to turn the other way, he lifted his
legs, made a pivot of his spinal column, whirled about on the bench, to
which his trousers assisted in giving a notable polish, dropped his lower
extremities under the counter, and was supposed to be absorbed in his
studies with his face towards the wall.

Before the bench was a narrow aisle, just wide enough for a file of pupils
to pass through ; and still inside of that was a low bench for the smaller
ones, extending, like the other, about three sides of the room, except where
a passage was cut through it midway, for the use of those occupying the
seats behind it. This low bench had a back to it, very convenient for the
big boys behind to rest their feet upon, too much so sometimes for the
satisfaction of the little ones, who did not like the feeling of muddy boot-
soles and square toes against their sides and shoulders. It was considered
a point of discipline in those days not to permit the big boys to annoy the
small ones in that way.

All this wood-work was of soft pine, which offered tempting facilities to
youthful artists for practice with their jack-knives. There was hardly a
square foot of bench or counter in which some ingenious blade had not
hollowed out an imaginary canoe, or carved coarse images of tomahawks,
horses, and canal-boats, not to mention fox-and-geese boards, and many
a hack and cut made in the mere effervescence of youthful spirits, without
apparent artistic design.

The foundations of the house having yielded a little, the end walls were
diversified by two surprising cracks, running in irregular lines from top to
bottom. These had been filled with mortar, making the red brickwork
look as if severed by streaks of dingy-gray lightning ; and the house had
been kept from tumbling by two iron rods passed crosswise through it and
made fast outside the walls. The rods served also to encourage in the

1 873.] Doing his Best. 5

pupils the performance of gymnastic feats ; and Phin told Jack that often,
in the absence of the master, he had seen a dozen or twenty boys hanging
and swinging from them like so many monkeys.

The boys could at first discover very few marks of mischief done by the
rogues who had forced the window-fastenings. The master's table was
placed legs upward on the stove ; and on the blackboard was scrawled this
imperfectly spelled and recklessly punctuated sentence : " Multiply cation,
Is, vexasion devizon Is, as, Bad, the, rule of, 3 It, pusles Me, and, practis,
Makes, Me, Mad."

And now, Jack having succeeded in starting a fire in the stove, a more
serious piece of mischief was discovered. The smoke poured out into the
room, and, looking up, he saw that an elbow of the pipe was wanting.
Search was made for it with tearful eyes in vain, until Phin suggested that
it must be " up garret."

Over one corner of the room was a scuttle, the lid of which was imper-
fectly closed ; and Jack, convinced that the missing elbow was there, made a
spring for it. From the counter he swung himself upon the iron rod, and
from the iron rod he managed to reach the opening above it.

" It 's dark as Egpyt up here ! " he cried, pushing back the lid, and thrust-
ing his head into the .hole. Getting his feet upon the rod, he stood up,
with the upper half of his body in the black attic, and felt all about as far
as his hands could reach. Soon Phin heard something rattle ; and then
Jack cried, " Here it is ! catch it ! "

Down came the elbow, and after it the old school-house broom. " Here 's
something else," said Jack, "I don't know what. Look ! "

" It 's the old iron basin they keep water in on the stove," said Phin.
" The shovel and poker must be up there too ; I don't see them anywhere."

Shovel and poker were both found ; and at last Jack, with dusty coat
and tumbled hair, dropped from the iron rod.

" I never should have thought of looking up there for anything," he said.

" Nor I," said Phin ; " but one noon two winters ago, some fellers threw
the master's hat up there while he was talking with the girls in the entry.
He did n't miss it till school was out at night, when all the scholars had
gone home ; he looked and looked for it, and finally went to his boarding-
place with his red silk handkerchief tied over his head. He came to the
school-house next morning, with three big hickory whips on his shoulder,
and there was his hat on the table, just where he had left it ! It was all
a mystery to him, and would have been to this day, I suppose, if he had n't
licked the truth out of one of the fellers that looked guilty."



WHILE Phin was telling this story, Jack had placed the table under the
opening in the stove-pipe, got upon it, and restored the elbow. Just as he

6 Doing his Best. [January,

was getting down, half a dozen boys with books and slates under their arms
came stamping and shouting into the room.

" Hullo ! " said one of them, making a rush for the seats Phin had chosen,
" I guess not ! "

" Not what, Lon Gannett ? " demanded Phin.

" I guess Phin Chatford and Jack Hazard don't o-c-k-e-p-y this seat !
Me and Rant come early a purpose to git it, did n't we, Rant ! "

" So did we. Come ! " screamed Phin, " let our books be ! Jack ! Jack !
don't let him ! "

" Look here, young man ! " said Jack, " what right have you to that
seat ? "

" I 've as much right to it as you have," muttered Lon ; " who be you ? "

"It seems I 'm a foolish sort of fellow," replied Jack. " I was so green
as to believe Phin when he said there was honor among the boys here,
and that if one laid claim to a seat by putting his books in it, the others
would respect that claim, /don't care anything about the seat."

" Nor I," said Lon. " Come, Rant, le' 's go over in the corner here."

" Don't touch any of my things again ! " said Phin, threateningly, repla-
cing his books ; " if you do you '11 ketch it ! "

" Yes, you feel perty smart now you 've got another boy to back ye ! "
said Lon. " Say ! is it true the trustees have hired that Dinks feller, Peter-
not's nephew, to teach the school ? He 's no great shakes ! "

"He'll make shakes of you 'fore the winter's out," said Phin, inclined
to defend his father's choice of a teacher. " Anyhow, he 's the best that
offered himself."

More boys came in, with more stamping and shouting ; then the girls
began to arrive; and soon the school-room was pretty well filled with
pupils, talking, laughing, drumming on the stove-pipe, throwing caps, open-
ing and shutting the windows, playing tag, and making miscellaneous con-
fusion. All at once there was a hush. A young man with a complacent
smile and a good many pimples on his face, a large breastpin in his shirt
and a heavy ruler in his hand, had entered unobserved. This was Mr. Byron
Dinks, the new master.

The boys seemed to feel a sudden need of fresh air, and rushed out to
enjoy it. Gathering in a group a few rods from the school-house, the largest
among them held a council.

" See that big ruler ? " said one. " I should n't like to get it over my
head ! "

" Who's afraid?" said another. "I could twist that out of his hand
quicker 'n lightnin', and lay it over his own head ! He 'd better not begin
savage with us ! "

" You 'd better be careful how you begin with him," said Moses Chatford,
who had just arrived. Boys can just as well have a pleasant school as a
hard one, if they try. Where 's Jack ? "

" He went over to Sellick's to wash his hands, after mending the stove-
pipe," said Phin. " There he comes. Hullo ! what ye laughing at, Jack ? "

1 873.] Doing his Best. 7

" At one of Sellick's stories," said Jack, coming up. " About the rods
that hold the school-house together. He says the iron expands in hot
weather, or when there 's a hot fire in the stove, and then the cracks open
a little ; then the cold tightens them up again."

" That 's a philosophical fact," said Moses. " Nothing to laugh at."

" But hear the rest of it. He says he used to go to school in just such
a school-house. A master taught there once who could n't govern the
school ; the children behaved so they drove him almost distracted, and he
determined to quit, but he meant to have his revenge first. So one cold
day he shut all the windows and the outside door, and built up a rousing
fire, and by heating the rods opened the cracks ; then he made all the chil-
dren put their fingers in the cracks; they thought it fun! But all of a
sudden he let the cold air in, and all the fingers got pinched, and all the
children were caught ! Then he took his hat and overcoat and nobody ever
saw him again. The children screamed all together so loud they were
heard all over town, and everybody came running, and every parent caught
every child by the legs and pulled, but the cracks nipped so close not a
finger could be pulled out ; and as nobody understood the philosophical
fact about expanding the rods by making a big fire, the house had to be
taken to pieces to save the children ! But I can't tell the story as he did,"
added Jack.

" One of Sellick's big lies," said Lon Gannett. " Hullo ! there 's the
ruler ! "

11 Rap rap rap-rap-rap ! " went the ruler on the side of the door-post ;
at which signal the boys went straggling in to their seats.

" A little less noise ! " cried the new master, rapping sharply on the table.
" Take your seats ! School has begun ! "

The forenoon was mostly taken up in arranging classes. This was no
easy task, as the schpol contained pupils of every age and degree, from the
six-year-old learning his letters, up to the big girl and boy of seventeen and
eighteen studying the "back part of the 'rithm'tic " and natural philosophy.
To add to the teacher's perplexity, pupils who should have been in the
same class had in many cases brought different books, which " their folks "
expected them to use, in order to save the expense of new ones.

" Who 's brought g'ographies ? " said Mr. Byron Dinks. " Hush ! we
must have less noise ! " Rap, rap ! on the table. " All them that intend
to study g'ography this winter will step out into the middle of the floor."

About a dozen boys and girls of various ages obeyed this summons, and
arranged themselves in a line, toeing a crack before the stove. Some were
bright and alert, others were dull-looking, careless, and slouching. A few

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