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the house where everyone was laughing at me. And now when I
meet any of those girls I am reminded of the time when the ram
chased me. —Lena Sorensen,
Seventh Grade, Anoka, Minn.
After the Play.
Mama and I had just come from the play "Jephthah's Daugh
ter." It is a bible story and if you read about Jephthah you will
see that his pretty daughter was offered as a sacrifice because
of her father's vow. It was late when we reached home so I
went right to my room and was soon in bed. I lay thinking about
the play and I suppose I was a little excited, when all of a sud
den I heard the stairs creak as though someone were creeping up
the stairs. I looked toward the dcor and —there was a man.
I covered up my head and waited for half a minute. I looked
again and there he was a little nearer. I was so frightened that
I screamed, "Oh, mama, mama there's a man in my room."
Mama was up in a minute with a lighted match. I had frightened
her so that she was as white as a ghost. She said, "Why, Alice,
■what is the matter?" But all I could say was, "There is a man
under my bed." She looked all around but cculd see nothing, so
she put down all the windows and went back to bed. There was
the man just the same but I could see now, when I wasn't so
frightened, that it was only the knob on my commode that gave
the figure a head and ray dress hanging on the door made it look
as though it were clothed in a long, black robe. The swaying of
the curtain made it look as though it were moving. What made
the noise was the rain falling on the window in the hall. Mama
said she would not take me to a play again because I became
too excited. But she did. —Alice Connell,
8 Eighth Grade, 205 Eighth avenue,
Irving School. West Duluth, Minn.
In the Middle of the Nlprht.
Were you ever frightened almost speechless by a loud crash
of thunder? A year ago this summer I was aroused at three
o'clock in the morning from a peaceful sleep by a great thunder
clap. The next thing I knew our maid came rushing down stairs,
to tell mama that she was afraid that she could not stay up
stairs. Mama looked out doors and'saw a light in the upstairs
window of our barn. At first she thought that it was the reflec
tion of the street lamps. After awhile mama saw the smoke
coming through the eaves of the barn, and knew that lightning
had struck it. She rushed out through the rain and rescued the
cow, before the fire company came. She told me to dress, but I
was so frightened that I could not find my clothes at first. My
stockings were wrong side out, my skirts upside down, and my
Bister tells me, "That's once, you did not have sense enough to
last you till morning." Ever since, when it thunders I think of
that awful night. —Hilma Louise Wright,
Fifth Grade, Rushford, Minn.
So Time to Think of Anything.
I learned to swim at an early age, and cultivated a liking for
the water, which has never diminished, although I am near
neither lake nor river. During the vacation months I was al
ways in the water, and could swim fairly well when I left my
former home. One day in August, some years back, I went to
watch some friends fish. When we reached the river it was
decided that we three should swim out to a clump of logs where
we thought the fish would bite better.
The distance from the shore was not very far, and we
reached the logs easily. The other two climbed on, but I had
landed further to the side, where there was a swift current. I
would have been safe if that log had not turned, which
Bent me off and made everything move. After this I could not
get a fast hold of anything, and the current drew my feet under
and would have taken me underneath if I had not held on to
the rough bark. I struggled hard, but I was in such a position
that I could not get full control of my limbs to help me in my
efforts. One may wonder why I did not call my two friends,
but, indeed, I could not give the reason myself. It never entered
my head to do so, and I was so busy with struggling that I said
nothing. I might have drowned, when my remaining strength
gave way, but for one of the boys turning and seeing my plight.
He gave me a lift, and I climbed aboard. Until I was safe I had
not had spare moments to think much of anything but how to
get on those logs. Then I felt frightened to think how I might
have passed from this earth, but it did not make me lose my
fondness for swimming. —Walter Stahr,
Eighth Grade, 3410 Park avenue,
Hodgen School. St. Louis, Mo.
A nisr. Black Something.
The worst scare I ever had was when I went picking straw
berries all alone. Everything was so still I could hear nothing
but the twittering of the birds. I was thinking what if I should
see a stray wolf, and just when I was thinking the hardest a
big, black something jumped out from under some brush near
by and made such a scampering through the dead leaves that it
startled me so I started to run and spilled all my strawberries.
I never stopped to pick them up or even look back but later I dis
covered that the animal which frightened me was nothing but
*** d °S- —Mary Hickson,
Sixth Grade, Clinton, Minn.
As a L.a«t Resort.
One evening a friend and I were left alone with my sisters,
bo we thought that we would make some candy to pass away
the time. The fire was low and would not burn, no matter how
hard we tried to make it. Gertie said "I'll fix it," and poured
in kerosene until there was quite a puddle in the ashes. The
fire began to burn then and scatter soot all over, and soon there
was an explosion. We never tried that plan again.
A Eighth Grade. —Emma Fairbrother,
Snake avenue, Ash ton, lowa.
Not Like Story-Book Girls.
When I was quite small I had a terrible fear of snakes,
though only very small ones were to be found near us. One day
we all went hazel nutting way out in the country. The nuts
were very plentiful but wherever the bushes were, there was a
thick underbrush and I was so afraid of snakes that I hardly
dared venture near the bushes at first. Finally, however, the
fact that we did not see any and papa's and mama's reasoning
with me overcame my fears partially and I ventured as far as
any of them though I was still a little afraid. I soon began
to boast I wasn't afraid of anything and to convince the others
of this fact became quite hilarious. "Oh, snaky, snaky in the
bush," I sang out; "we've come for hazel nuts to-day, snaky!"
This made the rest laugh so I kept repeating it all day. At last
as we were getting ready to go home I mounted a stump and
feeling very smart sang out again, "O snaky," etc., but it was
the last time for—o horrors! from out behind the very stump
on which I stood there glided a tiny black and yellow snake!
Never shall I forget the terror of that moment. I screamed again
and again at the top of my voice and mama says I ran a half
mile before she caught me, which I am sure is a slight exag-
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, JUNE 29, 1901.
geration. All the way home I saw snakes climbing into the back
of the carriage and I can not relate the awful things I dreamed
that night. In a story I should have been cured forever of acting
smart, but I am afraid I have acted that way a good many times
since though never in the woods. * —Inez A. Applebee,
Ninth Grade, Anoka, Minn.
In a Night Black ns Ink.
Last week my mother, brother, baby sister, and I went to
Lake Shetek to see that famous resort of former Indian tribes.
I had a splendid time fishing, boating, hunting for arrow heads,
and exploring the shores. We had an invitation to attend a camp
meeting at the lower end of the fake. Anxious, to see every
thing that we could we accepted. We arrived at the place safe
and sound, after dragging the boat across an isthmus and rowing
across" another small lake. We
v-ere watching the service wit
much interest when we heard
the wind sighing through th
tree-tops. The older member
of the party were beginning to
look at each other. with anxious
glances. I looked at my watch
and found it was half past
nine and mama said we hail
better go. We quietly slipped
out and found the night as dark
as ink. The violent storms that
rise on these prairie lakes are
often very dangerous, but it was
about as unsafe to stay in that
frail tent as it was to venture
out en the water. We beckoned
to another party from our hotel
and arranged to start out to
gether. They had a four-oared
boat and kindly took me in, and
we started on the deep, black,
lake. We reached the isthmus
quickly; after pulling, hauling
and shoving, we floated out onto
the main lake, and began to
fight the wind and waves. I
thought of the little boy who
carried his baby brother forty
miles escaping from the Ind
dians. Once we were beached
and had to shove out again. We
rounded Windmill Cape at las
With "hoo-hocs" we encour
couraged each other. Weak an
trembling, we reached th
grateful shelter of Wakeasha
Bay. ~::-jy^— Stanley Gillam,
When Lightning Struck
One stormy, summer day, I
was reading an interesting book
and paid no attention to th
storm, until all at once there
came such streaks of lightning
and crashes of thunder that for
a minute I did not know where
I was. But when I came to
again I found myself lying on
the floor. I jumped up, looked
around for a moment and then
went out to see what was the
matter, but I did not get further than the door when I found that
the lightning had struck our house and taken off about half
the roof and chimney. Then I suppose just to make me work, all
the debris was piled in front of the back door, consequently I
could not get out; so I went to the front door where I got out
and saw that the house was all in a blaze which frightened me
more than anything else for I was home all alone and did not
know what to do. But before I had time to think the fire de
partment was there and put out the fire. In the meantime mama
and papa reached home and they were more frightened than I
was, because they thought I was hurt, but when they saw I was
not, everything was all right. And as it was Saturday, I had
to work very hard to get everything cleaned up again for Sun
day. —Charles Eggert,
A Seventh Grade, 505 W. Seventh street,
Jefferson School. " . St. Paul - Minn.
My most startling personal experience happened last year
on the Fourth of July. I had been planning for several days be
fore to have a grand celebration and as I had a toy cannon I
supplied myself with plenty of powder. At last the morning of
the Fourth dawned bright and clear and having finished my
breakfast I began to shoot my cannon at imaginary foes. To do
this I would fill the cannon full of powder, ram in a paper wad
and put a firecracker fuse in the hole at the back part of the
cannon. I would then light the fuse and retire to a safe distance
All went well till toward evening when the cannon held fire
and as I was stooping to investigate the matter I received the
full benefit of it in the face and eyes. .-- >~
This was the most startling as well as serious experience that
I have had, as I almost lost the sight of one of my eyes and
have to wear glasses, to say nothing of the pain it cost me.
Seventh Grade. —Victor Toy,
Andover, S. D.
Saw Many Stars and Moons.
One day when I was five years of age, I was playing tag
with some of my friends near an old hay-rack. I was on the hay
rack when I saw the tagger coming. I started to get down, but
fell through a hole which I had not seen. My head caught and
I hung there.. I thought I saw stars and moons all over, though it
was daylight. The tagger ran after the other boys but did not
catch them. He then turned to catch me, but when he saw me
hanging there he came to help me out. If I had hung there five
minutes longer I should have died. I was very thankful that my
life had been saved. —Frank Russell, .
Fifth Grade. Stephen, Minn.
In Close Quarters. '
"Into the closet, quick, Hattie!" said my chum. Before I fully
comprehended the circumstances, we found ourselves Imprisoned
in a little hole, hardly , big enough to stand up in. This little
scene took place three years ago at the home of my chum. We
' were dressed In trailing skirts, and our hair .was fixed very
wonderfully on the tops of our heads. And altogether we presented
a very grown-up appearance. We had Just seated ourselves in
the parlor when the door bell rang. Not wishing to be seen in
our present style of dress, we had hastened to occupy all the
THE ORIGINAL EDDYSTONE LIGHTHOUSE.
One of the most famous lighthouses in the world is that which
stands on Eddystone Rocks in the English channel, nine miles from
the coast of Cornwall. The original lighthouse, a most curious affair,
•>f which the above is a reproduction, was begun in 1693, and first
exhibited a light in 16 98. In 1703 it was destroyed by a furious
storm, both builder and keeper going down in the wreck. The second
'ighthouse was burned in 1755, and the third and present one. built
'n 1757-59, was entirely remodeled in 1882.
On the Glorious Fourth,
empty space In the closet. The closet opened off the parlor, and
from our uncomfortable position we could hear everything that
was said. "Oh, dear! It's teacher, and she's taking off her hat,
so we can figure on remaining here for two hours, any way,"
groaned Mary, looking through the key hole. I was sure that
the visitor stayed at least three hours, but I afterwards learned
that it was only half an hour. But at last we concluded that ah*
was getting ready to go.
Overjoyed at the prospect of regaining our freedom, we were
about to open the door, when the bell rang again, and the min
ister was usliered in. Our dismay was too great to be described.
He seemed in no hurry to depart, and we held our breath when
we heard Mary's mother invite him to tea. We felt very much
relieved, when he declined, and arose to go. "Let's not wait for
any more visitors," I whispered, and we did not. As soon as
he had reached the hall, we ran as fast as our long skirts would
allow, for Mary's room. We kept our adventure secret for a
long time, but when the folks
did hear of it, they laughed im
moderately. But to this day I
do not see anything funny
about it. —Harriet E. Hogg,
High School. Grafton, N.D.
The Only Real Fright.
Once in my life I was really
Tightened, and only once. This
as in Kansas City, four years
nd a half ago. I was then 11
ears old; and did not know as
uch about traveling as I do
ow. We were moving from
> orth Dakota to western Kan
as, and as we were obliged to
lave a car for our goods and
horses, we boys thought it would
be great fun to go in the car
with papa. We got along all
right until we reached Kansas
City. Then the incident oc
curred which gave me a pretty
bad scare. My father had gone
to the freight office to get th«
car transferred to another road,
and my brother, two years older
than myself, and I were left in
f Father was gone a long time,
id our car was switched around
good deal, and once was
taken a long way out of the
yard. That was when I becamo
frightened. We were going
pretty fast, and I thought we
were going to leave papa be
hind. I could see him coming
down the track and I shouted to
him to come. Of course he
could not hear me; and, as we
were leaving him behind, I be
gan to cry. When we stopped
away out from the yard, I asked
a brakeman if the train was
leaving Kansas City, and ho
said, "Yes." I asked another the
same question, and received the
Then I gave up and cried
hard. After awhile, the train
went back, and then papa got
into the car, and I had a good
cry in his arms.
I do not think I ever was so frightened in my life as at
that time. —William S. Stone,
Tenth Grade. Bottineau, N. D.
NESTS OF DOVES
In Most Localities in the United States They Are
Found on the Ground.
James Speed in Louisville Evening Post.
TU OT long ago a gentleman of this city, who hunts a great deal,
remarked that in some parts of the west the doves nest
almost entirely upon the ground. He spoke of it as though the
doves were gradually changing their habit of nesting. I became
interested and looked the matter up, and found that, taking the
United States as a whole, the doves nest very largely upon the
ground. Just in this locality nests upon the ground are extreme
ly rare; Indeed, I have only found one in all the years I have
been noticing our birds. I found that nest last summer in the
middle of a large field of ripe wheat. I simply happened upon
this nest, for as I passed over it with the binder the bird flut
tered out of the way and tried to lead me away by feigning
After some search I found the nest unharmed by the machine.
It was simply a few bits of straw and weeds pulled together
around the edge of a hoof print in the hard ground. The egg 3
were not placed upon the straw and weeds, but upon the bare
ground, the straw and weeds simply bounding the edge of the
nest. The vast majority of the nests I have found have been
In old apple orchards, usually very near the ground. The nest
i 3 generally placed on a large horizontal limb when not secure
In a heavy crotch where the main limbs branch. It is merely
a light platform of twigs, and seems so slight that it is a miracle
that the eggs stay in it at all.
Last summer I found a nest where two rails crossed in an
old "worm fence." A great mass of five-leaf ivy overhung this
nest from a "stake rail," and the bird seemed to realize that
the shadow was a great protection, for you could almost put
your hand upon her before she would leave her eggs.
J* SIZE TOO SMALL
Vet Queen Victoria Wore Her Coronation Ring
During the Ceremonies.
'THE queen gave evidence of remarkable courage and self-con
* trol for so young a woman at her coronation. The cere
monial ring was a size too small, and her majesty pointed the
fact out to the Archbishop of Canterbury, who, however, told her
that she must wear it whether it fitted or not, and she therefore
forced it over her knuckle. In a few moments the finger began
to swell and pain her excruciatingly, and, as she afterward said,
it required all her self-possession to prevent her from screaming.
At last it fortunately turned black and became numb. On her
way back to Buckingham palace she never spoke a word until
she alighted and saw her little terrier in the entrance vestibule.
"Thank God It is all over," she exclaimed. "There's Dash"— and
straightway hurried to her chamber to get the offending ring off,
which was no easy matter. Only a few months ago her majesty,
in turning over a Jewel box, found this very ring, and repeated
the anecdote to Lady Jane Churchill.