Eureka, Nevada.
There are lots of silver mines near here. One day we went into the tunnel in Uncle Dick's mine. We all had candles—oh, it was so dark!—and I got some pretty specimens my own self. We rode almost fifty miles that same day, and had our dinner on the grass, near some springs. I thought it was ever so nice.
There are furnaces here where the silver, gold, and lead are "cooked" out of the ore. Papa sometimes takes us there, and I always want to stay longer, although the noise of the machinery almost makes my head crazy.
We used to have some periwinkles and some bugs in a glass jar, and lovely water-cresses growing, too. Mamma put the jar under the faucet every morning, and let the water run slowly to freshen it without disturbing "the family." The periwinkles ate the cress, and the bugs ate each other, until there was only one left; then he began to dine on the periwinkles; so we planted them all out in the ditch.
I am a little boy five years old, and my mamma wrote this for me. Brother and I take Young People. We save them all, and we think everything of them.
Georgie B. C.
Cross Village, Michigan.
I love Young People very much. We live near old Fort Mackinac, where the Indians once played a game of ball to mislead the white men, and then surprised and took the fort, killing nearly all the troops.
There are many Indians living here now. They are mostly of the Ottawa tribe. We live in an old Indian "garden." I have found an ancient tomahawk, a hoe, and a ladle.
I am seven years old, and I can read in the Fourth Reader.
E. Clair S.