Dustin, in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 42, because I know many of the places
through which she passed. The brook that runs by our house empties
into the Merrimac. Lake Pennacook, now called Long Pond, supplies
the city of Concord with water. It is a favorite resort for
picnics and boating parties.

The monument on the island at the mouth of the Contoocook is near
Fisherville, one of the suburbs of Concord. There is another
monument on the west side of Concord, which we pass every time we
go to town. It is in memory of several white people who were
massacred by Indians near that spot.

We have felt three slight shocks of earthquakes here this summer.

I hope the Moral Pirates will report their next cruise.

B. M.

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HAZLET, NEW JERSEY.

I am a little boy nine years old. My mother, my little sister, and
myself came from Texas in June to spend the summer in the North.
We live in Galveston. I think HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE is full of
pretty stories. I have been very much interested in "The Moral
Pirates." I found a little row-boat in the creek last week, and
took possession of it with three of my little friends. We cruised
to the end of the creek, where we had to leave our boat, as we did
not know how to turn it around. The boat is there still. It is too
old to be of any use, and is abandoned by its owner. Mamma said I
must have been imitating the Moral Pirates. I never enjoyed myself
so much as I did that day.

OMER.

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WEYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS.

I have asked my papa to write for me and tell you how much even a
blind boy may enjoy YOUNG PEOPLE. Mamma, papa, and Arthur read me
the stories over and over again. I should like to know the Moral
Pirates, but papa says my brother is one, and that ought to be
enough.

I am almost seven. I used to run all about, chase the butterflies
and everything else that came in my way. But last year I was awful
sick, and though I run now as well as I can, my little brother can
run so much faster. I can see the light of the fire in papa's
fire-place, and the sunlight coming in at the windows, but the
things I used to see are so dark, and I can only feel. I have not
found a word of fault because I can not do like other boys.

EVERETT C. B