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VOICES OF YOUTH "X-.
DREAMLAND TOWN.
' By B. N. C. Bell.
There’s a land for all little girls and
boys,
A beautiful, wonderful land,
Where the houses are filled with the
prettiest of toys
Their fancy can demand.
When the day is dull, and dark, and
drear,
And the rain comes pouring down,
They shut both their eyes, and oft they
go,
To that beautiful, wonderful town.
And there, where the sun is shining
bright,
And the flowers are blossoming gay,
They ride on their horses, and fly their
kites,
And play with their dolls all day.
Oh, the wonderful horses that never
grow tired!
The dollies that go to sleep!
Oh, the picture-books, and the balls,
and blocks,
And the dear little brooms that
sweep!
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Oh, the cakes and candies, and raisins
and figs,
Pop corn and peanuts, too!
Oh, the puddings and pies of tremend
ous size,
And the gingerbread ever new!
Oh, the birds sing sweet in the Dream
land trees,
The robins, the gray-birds small,
The whip-poor-will, and the chick-a-dee
dees,
The swallows, canaries, and all!
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And the Fairies wait at the Dreamland
gate,
To welcome the girls and boys,
But those that hurry, and get there
first
Have their choice of the prettiest
toys.
So little folks all, when asleep you fall,
Remember that sharp at eight
By the Dreamland clock, the Fairies
lock
That wonderful Dreamland gate.
Then Hurrah for Dreamland Town,
With smiles, and never a frown;
For rich and poor there’s a welcome
sure
Hurrah for Dreamland Town!
Wtb ®ur Correspondents
EARNEST WILLIE’S FIRST SPEECH.
Dear “Earnest Willie’’ and Friends:
From away out in Arkansas comes
a friend with pleasant greetings. I
know I am a stranger to you, but you
are not unknown to me. I have known
“Earnest Willie” for quite a while. We
first became acquainted In the Junior
columns of the Atlanta Constitution. I
read his many bright letters with
great interest. One of his letters to
that page made a great and lasting
impression upon my mind. I think his
subject was “Encouragement.” In
it he related his first experience
at public speaking and told how he
had spent so much time practicing on
that speech. He said he was very
much afraid he would fall, but as he
faced the audience he caught the<
bright eyes of a friend beaming with
encouragement upon him, and when he
had finished and the cheering had
ceased that friend spoke many kind
words of encouragement that were
of great help to him. You must
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pardon me when I say I am partial to
“Earnest Willie,” because he lives in
my dear old native state, and because
my papa has often told me of a brave
young Confederate soldier that he
knew in the great Civil war, whose
name was Garland Upshaw; how
he lost an arm fighting for his coun
try, and how he in after years became
a great preacher. Now friends, who
can help being partial to an old hero
in the Civil war, and in the “army of
the Lord?” I find many beautiful
thoughts and noble inspirations in the
columns of The Golden Age, but like
the Voices of Youth and the
Household best of all. I will not
tire you with a long letter my first
call but if this one is welcomed I may
come again. Best wishes to Earnest
Willie and all the friends. I am your
new friend,
LITTLE TELEPHONE GIRL.
Rose Bud, Ark.
IN THE HOLLOW OF HIS HAND.
What a storm it was! The great
black trumpet-shaped cloud blew dis
aster and doom before it. A woman
was almost alone in her home, when
the sudden gloom fell on the earth and
the roar of the winds and thunder
came to her. She ran to lower a win
dow and w r as nearly beaten down by
the wind that drove rattling hailstones
against the house. A blinding flash of
lightning made her stagger back just
as a tall elm tree went crashing to
the ground. Another hoarse roar of
thunder and fierce gust of wind, a lo
cust tree —more than a hundred years
old —toppled over to rise no more.
Three dogs came whimpering to her
feet, aw e d and frightened by the
fierce elemental fury. Flash after flash
of lightning in blinding sheets swept
across the black clouds. A wild
burst of wind uprooted a noble old oak
and sent it crashing into a thicket of
altheas. She uttered a half sobbing
cry as this dear old friend went down.
Not until afterwards did she know
how much she had to be thankful for,
in that her home and her life and
her dear ones had been spared. All
about her the besom of destruction
had swept. A man was trying to
quiet bis trembling horse when a
fierce bolt struck and killed them
both. A woman was killed at the
wash tub; a railroad station was set
on fire and burned; fields of corn, mil
let, peas and stacks of hay were ruin
ed. How long did the cyclone last?
Only a few minutes, but it seemed
hours —days—to the terror-stricken
woman, who knelt by the window,
watching its progress with an awful
fascination, and mutely praying:
“Father, hold me in the hollow of thy
hand.” ANNICE LYBARGER.
Tennessee.
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HUNTING THE MAN EATER.
The tiger hunt I mentioned last
week was taken by Mr. W. G. Fitzger
ald, who writes about it graphically in
September “Success.” He was silting
on the veranda of his bungalow in
southern India one warm night, listen
ing to the wail of the jackals and
the sharp bark of the spotted deer
when a great mob of natives approach
ed, howling, wailing, appealing. They
wanted him to kill the man eating ti
ger that had ravaged the neighbor
hood for months. He had killed a
man the day before and an hour ago
he had knocked down and dragged off
into the jungle, a boy, who was driv
ing home his mother’s cow.
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“The man eating tigers,” says Mr.
Fitzgerald, “in spite of the high boun
ties offered by the English govern
ment for tiger heads, annually kill
more than twenty thousand of the
people of India.” Think of it! Twen
ty thousand! an army of victims!
Millions of Indian villages, we are
told, are childlike and helpless in the
fhce of the terrible scourge. They
will not brave the dreaded brute them
selves, but they appeal to the English
and American “Sahibs,” praising them
as “heroic scions of a lion-hearted
race.”
Fitzgerald started on the tiger hunt
at three o’clock in the morning, taking
not only rifles loaded with minie balls,
but deadly shells charged with sul
phate of antimony and chlorate of
potash. He rode a splendid elephant
Shah, to whom he had given two extra
pounds of sugar to put him in a good
temper, and he took along a bamboo
hammock with stout strings attached.
The district public officer, a keen
sportsman, accompanied him, together
with his servant and a great crowd of
natives —men, women and boys—who
however, stopped and turned back
when, in the middle of a rank, muddy
rice field, at the edge of the jungle,
they found the half eaten body of the
boy partly covered with grass and left
there by the tiger for his breakfast.
He had slept somewhere near by, and
could be counted on to return to his
prey when the sun had risen.
The tiger hunters fixed their ham
mock tw e nty feet up in a tree not far
from the body of the boy and mounted
to it on the back of the elephant. Then
they sent the elephant and their serv
ant away, and the three men waited
up in the high-swung hammock for
the coming of the dreaded beast.
“Presently,” says Mr. Fitzgerald, “I
h e ard quite close, the loud pur-r-r,
pur-r-r of the tiger—a creepy sound.
Howard’s hand pressed mine excitedly,
just as the huge beast, now fully be
fore us, long and lithe and yellow,
banded with great bunches of muscles
on his chest and shoulders —uttered an
appalling roar that pierced the still
ness of the Indian jungle and silenced
the very tree frogs with its sound of
savage defiance.”
He paused directly under the ham
mock of the hunters, and sniffed the
air uneasily, but the men kept perfect
ly still and the thick leaves concealed
them entirely.
The tiger passed on and crouching
down by the body of the boy began
to crunch the bones with his powerful
jaws. Fitzgerald picked out a spot
just behind the great brute’s tawny
shoulder and fired. High above the
sound of the explosion rose the tiger’s
maddened roar. He was desperately
hurt, but when the smoke cleared
away, he was gone. The hunters has
tily scrambled down the trunk of the
tree and followed the bloody trail.
When they found him he gave fight.
He sprang at Howard, brought him
down with a terrific blow and had him
prostrate, crunching his shoulder, Fitz
gerald, coming close up, fired two
shots in quick succession iinto the ti
ger’s flanks. The maddened and fear
fully wounded beast turned on Fitz
gerald. his great eyes gleaming green,
and his grinning fangs and gums drip
ping blood. Here the old native serv
ant saved the Sahib’s life by firing
a shot between the tiger’s eyes, where
upon the brute sprang on him and
the two rolled over fighting and strug
gling. The animal suddenly sprang
up, struck Fitzgerald to the ground
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with a terrible blow and walked slow
ly away to the jungle to die. When
the two signal shots announced that
the neighborhood terror was dead, the
natives came trooping up and vented
their joy and triumph by belaboring
the dead beast with sticks and abuse.
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