Raton, New Mexico.
I am going to write to Harper's Young People, to tell about the great traveller, Mr. Du Chaillu. Papa, mamma, and I met him in Raton as we were going to the depot. He is not at all like what I thought an author would be. I thought he would be tall, but he is very short. He seemed very funny to me, and he was very pleasant to papa and mamma. He talked about his books, and other things too. Papa gave him a number of the Athenæum, an English periodical, which had in it a review of the Land of the Midnight Sun, with which he seemed very much pleased. When he left he said he would pay us a visit on his return next spring. He had been with Mr. Berghman in a train to the tunnel through the mountains going to Colorado, to take pictures for the book he is going to write about the Rocky Mountains. A banquet was given in honor of Mr. Du Chaillu by the Raton Literary Society, and papa attended it.
S. Georgiana M.
You will always be glad that you had the opportunity of meeting the genial traveller and story-teller, whose books will be the more interesting to you now that you have seen their author. And though you were only eight years old when you had this pleasure, perhaps you will live long enough to tell your grandchildren about it when you shall be ten times eight.
Springfield, Ohio.
I am nine years old. I have a pony named Flora; she is fond of cake and sugar. I drive her to a cart. I also have a pet cat; her name is Tittens. She has three kittens, but they are wild. Then I have a bird named Dick; he is almost as old as I am. I have taken Harper's Young People since it was first published, and like it very much.
John L. B.