the boys go and jump from thirty feet above the water
down into it, and go out of sight. After a time they come up a
long way off, and run up the rocks, or crawl up, and then jump off
again.

One morning the boys started off, and were found sitting in a
sugar plantation eating sugar. Though they do not steal as a rule,
yet, I am sorry to say, they think it no harm to take fruits. Some
day I will write the children some more strange things.

AUNT ALICE.

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CHAMPAIGNE, ILLINOIS.

My little nephew and all of us enjoy the YOUNG PEOPLE very much.
It gets a pretty thorough reading, for I take it to school, where
the pupils have it for a week, any who recite perfect lessons
taking it in turn. Then I send it to my little niece in
Indianapolis, who, after reading it, sends it to her cousin. You
see this one copy has a considerable circulation, and I trust that
many of these readers will take the paper for themselves another
year.

Your well-wisher,
M. O. A.

The above letter is very gratifying, and we thank the writer heartily
for her kind wishes on behalf of YOUNG PEOPLE.

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VICKSBURG, MICHIGAN.

I am nine years old. I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and think it the nicest
little paper I ever saw. Little Netta Franklin, the little girl
whose letter you acknowledged in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 17, and said it
was so neatly printed, was my little sister. She died several
weeks ago, and I miss her very much. I am alone now, with neither
sister nor brother. She thought so much of YOUNG PEOPLE! She had
mamma read a story to her out of it the night before she died.

MOLLY W. F.

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DOWNIEVILLE, CALIFORNIA.

I wrote a few weeks ago and told YOUNG PEOPLE of the pleasant
weather we were having, although the snow was still on the ground.
But the very next day it began to rain, and before night it was
snowing. A few days afterward the snow was four feet deep in
places where there was none before. The storm lasted two weeks,
and my uncle, who has lived here for more than twenty-eight years,
says he never knew anything like it before.

I feel very sorry for those Indians Bertie Brown wrote about, and
I think he drew a very nice picture for a boy only nine