aking YOUNG PEOPLE, and I like it very much, but I like the
Post-office Box very much indeed.

I have a pet colt. I raised it on milk. At first I had to feed it
with a bottle, as it had no mother. Its name is Minnehaha. It now
eats bread, sugar, or corn. When I call, it answers just like a
child, and will come to me.

I have a wax doll named Lily. I had eight dolls, but I sent the
others to my little cousins.

My little sister Ruby, five years old, has a pet cat that comes
every morning and gets in the bed with her, and lies down with its
head on her arm, like a little baby.

PEARL A. H.

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NORTH ANDOVER, MASSACHUSETTS.

I was very much interested in the account of "Lovewell's Fight
with the Pigwackets," in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 47, as I live in the
house in which it is said Chaplain Jonathan Frye was born, and
from which he started to the fatal fight where he lost his life.
About sixty years ago my grandfather bought the house and repaired
it, and my uncle owns it now. The north portion is the oldest, and
the walls are finished with antique wooden panels. Formerly there
were very big fire-places, but they have all been modernized.

Just before starting to fight the Indians, Chaplain Frye brought a
young elm-tree from the woods, and planted it on the green by the
road-side near the house. About a month afterward, in May, 1725,
he was killed, but the tree grew and flourished, and its great
round crown stood nobly against the storms and winds of a hundred
and fifty, years. It was known all through this region as the "Old
Frye Elm." Although it had many dead branches, it was still a
beautiful tree when in 1875 it was cut down. The trunk was left
standing about twenty feet high--a silent and mournful monument to
the memory of him who planted it. The winds carried some germs of
the solidago to the top of the stump, where they rooted in the
decaying wood, and for several autumns crowned it with their
golden blossoms. But the stump is now very much decayed, and must
soon fall, and this natural monument to the memory of a brave man
will disappear forever.

HARRY W. C.

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CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE.

I was very much interested in the story of the escape of Hannah