Schloss Kis-Tabor, Post: Rohitsch, Styria, Austria.
My brother and I are so glad to get Young People again! We both like it so very much! I will tell you something about this part of Croatia. It is called "Zagoria," which means "beyond the mountains." Our peasants live principally on maize, made into bread and a sort of porridge. They are a good-natured and gay-tempered people, and always singing. Our most important products are wine, "slivovitz" (plum-brandy), and dried plums. Not far from us, on a lofty hill, stood a Celtic Temple of the Sun. Later, the Romans conquered the Celts, and we have some ancient Roman coins and broken bronze objects dug up in the vineyards. Looking out from our windows one sees innumerable churches, chapels, castles, picturesque ruins, and far-away snow-covered Alps. It is very beautiful. We have a pet donkey, and a pretty little carriage to drive in. I am collecting coins, fossils, and minerals.
Last week a Bosniak came into our court-yard leading a bear caught in Slavonia. He waltzed, saluted, kissed his master, and then held up the tambourine for money. We sent him some wine and bread, which he devoured greedily.
Lucy Kavanagh.
Camp Carling, Wyoming Territory.
My two little boys, aged four and six years, want me to tell you that they were very much interested in Mr. Frey's article about Indian relics. They tried this summer with their mamma to dig up a grave on a hill near the South Platte River. But being in a ledge of rock, the mamma and little boys were not strong enough to get down more than two feet, and had to give it up. Mamma tried to hire a man to dig for her, but the men were all afraid of small-pox. It was said that thirty years ago more than a thousand Indians had died of small-pox, and had been buried in that vicinity. A ranchman on a neighboring hill, however, had opened one, and we obtained some clam shells, a red clay pipe, a thin piece of bark with some blue writing on it, and a round leather amulet worked with beads. A few weeks later, Sidney and Willie drove with their papa and mamma through North Park, Colorado, into Middle Park, and on a hill near the range which separates the two parks they found about a hundred graves which had never been molested. They wanted very much to open them, but had no shovel, and could not spend the time to stop. I wonder how many more of the Young People have tried to open graves.