Gold Hill, Colorado.
I am a little girl twelve years old. I live in the Rocky Mountains, and weigh 115 pounds. I have taken Harper's Young People from the first number, and like it very much. I began eight years ago to save the pennies and dimes that were given me by the miners, and bought a heifer with them, and now I have a cow, a two-year-old, and a yearling. I call my cow Lillie, my two-year-old Minnie, and my yearling Duke. I also have a pet cat and hen. I call the cat Tiger, and the hen Daisy. If this letter is printed, I will write again, and tell you about a four-footed thief who stole the fried cakes in our cellar.
Mira S.
THE STORY OF A RABBIT.
I am going to relate a true story of a boy and his rabbit. It was on Staten Island, in the year 1879.
I once had a middle-sized rabbit, and one day I saw a boy that I knew passing by my house. I asked him to come and see what a nice rabbit I had. He liked it so much that he offered me twenty-six cents; so I sold the rabbit to him, and some bran too. The next time that I saw him I asked him how his rabbit was, and he told me that the very day he bought the rabbit a dog saw it, and bit its throat so that it died instantly.
Joseph Francis W.
What a shame!