eight years old, I was taken sick, and six years ago my feet
were taken off. Since then I have been at school nearly two years,
and before I was taken sick I had learned to read a little. I am
not as well educated as I would be if I had been well, like other
boys. My home is in Edna, Polk County, Minnesota. When I wrote
before, I was staying with a friend in Crookston.
ELMER R. BLANCHARD.
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GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN.
I tried Puss Hunter's little recipe too, but I put frosting on my
cake. I made a mistake, and put it in a jar with dried beef. When
I treated a slice to the folks, they laughed at me, and said it
tasted as if it was flavored with ham. I like YOUNG PEOPLE, and I
like the little letters best of all.
MAY W. (10 years).
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BELLERIVE, SWITZERLAND, _April 5, 1880_.
I noticed in YOUNG PEOPLE of March 16 that it was time to look for
violets and anemones. I wish to tell you that I have already found
them here, and also the "pussies." I am fourteen years old, and I
am at school here in Vevey, on Lake Geneva.
L. SULLIVAN.
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FOX LAKE, WISCONSIN.
Here is a recipe for water cookies that my sister asked me to send
to Puss Hunter for her cooking club: One cup of sugar; one-half
cup of butter; one-half cup of water; caraway seeds; flour enough
to make it very stiff. Roll very thin, and sprinkle with sugar
after putting the cookies in the pan.
H. F. P.
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BAILEY'S MILLS, FLORIDA.
I am staying now on Lake Miccosukie, which is ten miles long and
from two to three miles wide. About two miles from the lake the
outlet sinks into the ground. The Miccosukie Indians once lived
here. There is a large live-oak where they used to dance around
their scalp pole at the green-corn feast. I have some pieces of
pottery and arrow-heads; some are very pretty. General Jackson
fought the Indians here, and drove them across the lake. There is
an Indian mound near here which has large trees growing on the
very top. I wonder who made it, and what for. The trees here are
in full leaf, and many are in bloom (April 13). The orange-trees
are filled with fruit.
WILLIE L. B.
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