No. 49.—Easy Riddle in Prose.
We lived in a brook, and were five in number. We were taken out, once on a time, and we never got back again. Four of us were lost—hopelessly lost—and nobody knows what became of us. But the fifth took a rapid journey in the midst of much excitement, brought up at the end of the journey in the queerest place any of our family has ever been before or since, I think, and if I were able to come to you now I would be worth thousands and thousands of dollars. What am I, who were my brothers, and why can't I realize some of these thousands?
Answers to Kinks.
No. 41.—A Prose Charade.
A potato gun, made from a goose-quill, a wooden piston, and had "wads" of sliced potato.