ye hurted, honey? Leff aunty see."

The little boy opened his jacket, and showed her his side. She could not
see the wound, for the blood had glued his shirt, and even his
waistcoat, to his body; but she said, kindly,--"Don't fret, honey.
'Tain't nuffin ter hurt,--it'll soon be well. Ole Katy'll borrer a
blanket or so frum some o' dese as is done dead, and git ye warm; and
den, when she's gub'n a little more water ter de firsty ones, she'll
take a keer ob you,--she will, honey; so neber you f'ar."

She went away, but soon came again with the blankets, and, wrapping two
about him, and putting another under his head, said,--"Dar, honey, now
you'll be warm; and neber you keer ef ole Katy hab borrer'd de blankets.
Dey'll neber want 'em darselfs; and she knows it'll do dar bery souls
good, eben whar dey is, ter know _you's_ got 'em. So neber keer, and gwo
ter sleep,--dat's a good chile. Aunty'll be yere agin in a jiffin."

James thanked the good woman, and, closing his eyes again, soon fell
asleep. The sun was right over his head, when old Katy awoke him, and
said,--"Now, honey, Aunty's ready now. She'll tote you off ter de
plantation, and hab you all well in less nur no time, she will; fur
massa's 'way, and dar haint no 'un dar now ter say she sha'n't."

"You can't carry me; I'm too heavy, Aunty," said James, making a faint
effort to smile.

"Carry you! Why, honey chile, ole Katy could tote a big man, forty times
so heaby as you is, ef dey was only a hurted so bad as you."

Taking him up, then, as if he had been a bag of feathers, she laid his
head over her shoulder, and, cuddling him close to her bosom, carried
him off to the large mansion he had seen in the distance.

What befell him there I shall tell "our young folks" in the next number
of this, their own Magazine.

_Edmund Kirke._

THOMAS HUGHES.

The portrait given with the present number of "Our Young Folks" is that
of one of England's cleverest writers and best men,--Thomas Hughes. Mr.
Hughes is well known throughout all America as the author of those most
spirited and truthful books, "School Days at Rugby," and "Tom Brown at
Oxford,"--books which all young people, girls as well as boys, ought to
read, and which their elders cannot fail to find delightful and
profitable. Another volume, "The Scouring of the White Horse," has also
been republished in this country, but as its interest is quite
local,--the scene being laid in the county of Kent, Eng