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Ma? 8, 1912 ] THE,
Elizabeth smiled appealingly. "John," she
breathed.
"I know Joe is right, Bess, I'm going to stay
at home hereafter."
"Bless you, John," whispered Elizabeth. Then
a sleepy baby murmured, "Papa loves mamma
and Elsie again."?Alice M. Ross, in The Herald
and Presbyter.
HOW BIRDS SLEEP.
The authors of "A Game Keeper's NoteBook,"
tell us that wild animals are very light
sleepers, which is well, since they are surrounded
by so much danger. He says this is
true also of birds, and adds that birds which
roost on perches always sleep with their heads
to windward.
If a rook alights in the home tree in a high
wind, he swings his head into the wind before
alighting. So when wood-pigeons come home
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! I Letters
Dear Presbyterian: This is my second letter
to you, so I will tell you something more interesting
than before. I have three brothers and one
sister. I have two pet rabbits, and a cat with five
little kittens. I will answer Annie F. Thornton's
question: In what book is the name God not
mentioned? The book of Esther. I will ask a
question: How many chapters has Isaiah ?
I am your friend,
Rome, Ga. Andrew Cothran.
Dear Presbyterian: Here I come again! "Will
you let me in your interesting corner. I will
soon be thirteen years old; my birthday is the
8th of July and I hope to have a good time. I
want to go to Rocky River Spring the 4th of July
if nothing happens that day. We have no Presbyterian
church here yet. It has been organized
nearly 3 years. I think we will have a church
before long. I belong to the Presbyterian church
at Cedar Hill.. Our pastor now is Rev. Mr. T. B.
Anderson, of Norwood. Before we got this one
our pastor was Rev. Mr. Wood of Morven. We
all like Mr. Anderson fine; he is a fine man. He
will preach the third Sunday of every month.
As my letter is getting too long, I will close, hoping
my call won't reach the waste-basket. With
good wishes to the Presbyterian,
From your little friend,
Ansonville, N. C. Sarah Maulden.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy 8 years
old. I go to school at Reedy Creek. Miss Ella
Lee Smith is my teacher and I like her fine. I
will answer Janes Evans' question: How many
psalms are there in the Bible? There are 150.
I will ask a question: What chapter in the Bible
contains all the letters of the alphabet except
"J"? I will close, hoping my letter will not
reach the waste-basket. Your friend,
Billon, S. C. Malloy McGregor.
Bear Presbyterian: My grandmother takes
your good paper and she has read "The Animal
Lesson" so many times that I can almost repeat
!t. Please give lis some more stories like that.
My father is sick and another man is managing
his paper. Rev. Dupuy Holladay preaches here.
T like him. He told me stories and let me ride in
his buggy. I am nearly five years old and my sister
is two and a half. This is a great apple country
and the trees are in bloom now. They are
Pretty, but after they are sprayed they look blue.
Your little friend,
Tjowesville, Va. Stickley Tucker, Jr.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SO
before the wind, they pass over their roostingtrces,
and then beat up into the wind.
At rest the bird doubles its knees, as it were,
which causes the toes to contract, the weight
of the body resting chiefly on the breast and
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The legs and feet have sinews which work an
automatic locking action of the claws, so that,
roosting with knees doubled up, the feet grip
the branch unfailingly.
Some birds seem always half-awake. "Wildfowlers
will scratch a match at night to test
the presence or absence of wild duck in a distant
creek; if present, an instant quacking
will betray them. Pheasants are always vigilant
; on the darkest night it is difficult to
stalk them, however quietly you move. If
you come within a hundred yards of guineafowl
at night, they will raise an alarm. They
excel at talking in their sleep.
But some birds, such as wrens, when cud1??
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy eight
years old; my birthday is May 10. I will be nine
years old. My papa takes your nice paper and I
enjoy the little letters so much. I have one sister
and one brother, Daisy and Frank. I have
the cutest little pup; I call him Buster. I go to
school when I am well. I am in the house now,
have been so sick with pneumonia in both sides,
but we have such a good doctor he is making me
well fast. I will ask who in the Bible was beheaded?
Jesus wept, is the shortest verse in the
Bible, John 11:35. I hope to see this in your
paper, as this is my first letter to yon. I would
like to exchange post cards with some of the little
writers while shut in.
Your little unknown friend,
Glen Wilton, Va. Robert Watson Poague
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy six years
old. I have a sister seven years old. My papa
is a lawyer. I hope my letter will not reach the
waste-basket. We take your paper.
Prom your little friend,
Cullen, Va. "William T. Scott.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy twelve
years old. I go to Sunday school. My teacher
is Miss Coleman. I have two little brothers. My
father and mother are dead. I think the snrincr
flowers are beautiful. I bope my letter will
escape the waste-basket.
Your unknown friend,
Katrine, Va. Roy Buckner.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy 9 years
old. I never have seen a letter from here, so will
write one. I live on a farm, just a little way
from Prankford. I go to Sunday school every
Sunday. I finished the Child's Catechism and
now I am studying the Shorter Catechism. I
have a horse named Brownie; I also have a pretty
dog. I have neither brothers nor sisters. I go
to school; am in the fourth grade. My Sunday
school teacher's name is Mrs. Woodward; our
pastor is Mr. Reed Lacy. I will ask a question:
Who turned to a pillar of salt? I hope to see
my letter in print. Your little friend,
Frankfort! W. Va. Lewis Tyree.
Dear Presbyterian: I am six years dd. I go
to Sunday school every Sunday. T like it very
much. My Sunday school teacher's name is McClung;
she is very sweet; I like her so much.
I live right by our pastor. Your friend,
Lexington, Va. Mary Monroe Penick.
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tiling in a hole in the thatch, seem to sleep
soundly. And while wild pigeons will fly out
at once if a match be struck under their tree,
a pigeon-lover in London says that his city
birds, roosting on window-ledges, lose their
wariness by nigUt, and will hold their own in
tne race 01 a candle while a hand is stretched
out to touch their necks.
Partridges seek a sheltered dry-lying hollow
in the fields, and a covey of twenty will
huddle on a spot a yard in diameter. The
colder the weather, the closer they roost; the
birds on the edge have their breasts outward.
Sometimes, by the way, it is unfortunate for
partridges and pheasants that the positions of
their nests prevent them from flying to and
fro. Having to force their way through tangled
undergrowth, a trail is left for the fox
to follow home. The barn-yard fowl may
walk from her nest when in captivity; but
when she has stolen her nest abroad, she resumes
the habit of flying.
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Dear Presbyterian : I am a little boy six years
old. I live at Westminster School. I will go to
school there next year. I go to Sunday school
at Brittain Presbyterian church every Sunday.
My teacher is Miss'Bertha Beam; I love her.
When I get to be a man I am going to be a
preacher like her brother, Mr. Claude Beam.
I have three little sisters but no brother. I love
them all very much. I am going to see my grandpa
King in Lincoln county before very long. I
will also go to King's Mountain to see my uncle
and aunt. I am studying the child's catechism.
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this will not reach the waste-basket.
Your unknown friend,
Rutherfordton, N. C. Charles 0. Logan.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl five years
ol.d; my mother said that I could go o school
next winter, and I will write a letter all by myself.
I like to go to Aunt Emily Harper's, for
all her girls are grown up and they are so good
to me. I will close, wishing the Presbyterian all
success. I am your little unknown friend,
Yorkville, S. C. Jeanette Currence.
Dear Presbyterian: Very few children from
Eastern Shore, Va., write letters for your paper,
so I am going to write one and hope others will
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uiuu. x cujujf me icLiei"? so mucn, ana iiKe to
hear about the different pets, and their names.
I am five years old, but can write a little and
mother reads the letters to my little three-yearold
sister Henrietta and myself. Dad is a doctor
and he has horses and an automobile and I enjoy
them too. I have a dog which I named Spit, and
our pony's name is Nellie. I could tell you lots
of things, but don't wan to make my letter too
long. Your little friend,
Dalbys, Va. Thomas N. Jacob.
Dear Presbyterian : There has not been a letter
from this place in your paper, so we hope you
will print ours. "We have been going to school
nt Porter Academy for two years. Rev. Mr. Atkinson
built this school. Miss Ola Ilcrron and
Miss Annie Hudson were our teachers this year.
Our father is superintendentofourSundayschool
and he takes your paper. Mrs. Isaac Hudson is
our teacher. "We have six brothers and three
sisters. We like to go to both kinds of school.
We will answer Robert Finley Thompson's question
: Who was the strongest mant Samson.
Your little friends,
Porter, N. C. Grady and Macon Treece.