ow and rough the road was! Often their papa had to fasten
logs of wood to the wagons to keep them from going down the mountains
too fast. Sometimes a wagon would upset, and go rolling down hill.

Yet the children enjoyed being in the mountains; for they liked to play
under the tall pine-trees, picking up the cones, and hunting for lumps
of pine-gum, and hearing all the time the sweet music of the wind as it
sang in the branches.

But in a few days the weather got very cold. Heavy snow-storms came on.
One night twenty head of cattle were frozen to death; and as there were
few oxen left, and the flour was almost gone, the little girls began to
be very much afraid that they should perish too.

Luckily their papa shot some fat deer, which gave them plenty to eat;
and, after many hardships, the whole party reached the Sacramento River
in safety. Here they got on board of a flat-boat, and went to Sacramento
City, where they lived in a tent for many months. I may some time tell
you how they went to the mines.

A journey to California is a very easy matter now-a-days. You may go by
railroad all the way, and have every comfort by day and night.

Annette and Lisette have made the journey more than once in a palace
car; but they often think of the times when they were two happy little
girls riding over the prairies in a baggage-wagon, or playing together
under the mountain pines.

A. F.

SALT-LAKE CITY, UTAH.

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A LETTER TO GEORGE.

DEAR GEORGE,--I wish you were with me now on my farm. We are having nice
times. There is a little colt here that follows me all about. He does
this because I give him apples. But I think he is more fond of the
apples than of me.

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One day I had nothing to give him; and this made him feel very cross. He
put back his ears, and kicked up his heels, and scared the chickens
almost to death.

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There are ten little chickens. One of them was sick; but it has got
better. One of them was running along the other day, and caught his foot
in a string; the string caught on a bush, and held him fast; and there
he was standing on one leg and struggling until I pulled the string off.

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William and Jane are going down to Mr. Walker's to get a basket of
apples. Come and see me, and I will give you some; and you shall make
friends with the colt.