kes from a pine-tree. This made
the figure look so much like an Indian, that Harry danced with joy.

Then he took it to mamma, who was so pleased that she told him to put it
on papa's study-table to dry, and said that it would do for papa's
birthday present.

Papa thinks so much of it, that he has locked it up in his curiosity
cabinet. This is a true story.

COUSIN VIDA.

[Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON BY HARRISON WEIR.

VOL. XXI.--NO. 2.]

THE RESCUE.

JANE is a bright little girl, about six years old, who lives not far
from a wharf in a seaport town, where her father is employed in a junk
store. She has an elder sister named Susan, a baby-brother named
Charlie, and a doll named Anna Maria.

One pleasant summer day Susan took the baby in her arms, Jane took Anna
Maria in her arms, and all together, and all bareheaded, they took a
stroll down the wharf. It was not a safe place for young children; and
Susan ought to have known better than to take them there.

They wandered about, enjoying the cool sea-air, and pretty soon stood on
the very edge of the wharf, looking down into the water. Just then, by
some accident (I don't know exactly how it happened), Anna Maria slipped
out of Jane's arms, and fell overboard.

Well, this was not so bad as if Jane herself had fallen over; but it was
almost as bad to poor Jane. She burst into tears, and raised a cry of
distress. There was her dear little Anna Maria in the water, beyond her
reach, and she could do nothing to save her.

Now there happened to be a smart boy, named Tom Williams, not far off.
He heard Jane's outcry, and came running down the wharf to see what was
the matter; and another bright boy, named Sam Brown, came with him. The
two saw what the trouble was in a moment.

[Illustration]

They lay down on the wharf, and tried to reach Anna Maria. But it was of
no use. Their arms were not long enough. Poor Jane's heart sank within
her. She cried and sobbed, and was in more distress than ever.

"Don't cry," said Tom. "Crying's of no use. Wait a minute: I know how to
do it." And off he ran into the old junk shop. In a moment he came back,
bringing a pair of tongs. "Now I'll show you!" said he. Down he lay
again, with his bare feet sticking up, as you see in the picture,
reached over the side of the wharf, took Anna Maria in the tongs, just
as she was near floating under the wharf, and placed her