CARRIE R.
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FORT ONTARIO, OSWEGO, NEW YORK.
My father is a lieutenant in the Second Artillery. We have been in
Oswego seventeen months. The fort is on the lake, and a very old
fort it is. The scarf wall facing Lake Ontario has never been
finished. In the fort grave-yard are some very old graves. There
is one of George Fykes, a Revolutionary soldier, who died in 1776.
This is a very pleasant post. In summer there is plenty of boating
and fishing. I went fishing the other day, but did not have very
good luck. There were a great many wrecks on the lake last fall.
I have one little brother four months old. When he gets old enough
I will write a letter for him too. I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much.
I am ten years old.
HOWARD M.
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TABLE ROCK, NEBRASKA.
I like YOUNG PEOPLE ever so much. I have no pets except my little
baby brother, but there are lots of birds' nests in our orchard.
One day when we were in the orchard we saw a big nest with rags
woven in it, and I spied a corner of an embroidered handkerchief
that was given me a year ago last Christmas. Papa was up in the
tree, and he pulled it out and threw it down to me. I think it was
a blackbird's nest. The eggs were green, with dark brown spots on
them.
GERTIE B.
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BROOKLINE, MASSACHUSETTS.
Here is a game that I invented. I have played it very often, and
it is very good fun. Two boys stand opposite each other, about ten
feet apart. Each boy has a ball--rubber ones are best, as they
will bounce. The balls must be thrown from one boy to the other,
both at the same time. When they hit in the air--which they do
oftener than you would think--each boy tries to catch one on the
first bounce or fly. Each ball so captured counts one. Whoever
gets ten first beats.
I have some tracing paper and a lithogram which papa gave me, and
I have a great deal of fun tracing pictures and copying them on
the lithogram.
WILLY A.
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BEREA, KENTUCKY.
I have a pair of canaries. The singer I have named Sankey; the
other is Jenny. When I put mamma's mirror in the cage, Sankey will
look at himself and sing beautifully, and then he wi
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