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[August, 
AMERICAN AGRICULTURIST. 
“My little girl yon must not cry,’’ said Mr. Riley, as 
he lifted Kitty into her high chair at the dinner-table, 
“ I know where there are plenty of blackberries up in the 
wood-lot, and you and Susie can go there after dinner.” 
Kitty's sunshiny smile at this dried all the tears in her 
brown eyes in a minute, and when dinner was over, she 
and Susie, with each a basket, set off for the wood-lot. 
There was the corn field to pass through first, and that 
was hard walking for Kitty's little four-year-old feet, 
and tiien they came to the rye field, where the rye stood 
high above her head, then the turnip field, and last of all, 
the wood-lot, with its hickory and butternut trees, the 
brook down in the bottom, and the cave which Susie 
used to think must have a bear in it, when she was as 
small as Kitty. But Susie was ten years old now, and 
knew there were no bears anywhere near except in cages. 
All along the fence and in the edge of the woods, were 
the bushes, and “ lots and lots ” of berries, and now 
Kitty did not need any one to feed her, her own little 
hands could keep her mouth busy. It was only when 
she could eat no more that she began to think how hot 
and tired she was, and how her little basket had not one 
blackberry in it yet. 
“I dess you can dot my baksct full too,” she called to 
Susie, who was busily picking. 
“Let me see,” said Susie, coming up. “Why you 
lazy little thing, you haven't got any. I wish I hadn't 
brought you.” 
“ I want to do home,” announced Kitty, abruptly. 
“ Weil, you can go alone, I’ve got to pick berries,” said 
her sister, beginning work again. Kitty stood swinging 
her sun-bonnet and shaking her curls indignantly for a 
while, and then walked off. 
“ I’ll dit lost, and lighten bad Susie,” she thought in 
her narnghty little heart. The wood-lot was very large, 
covered with little hollows and groups of trees—besides 
the great wood where the brook ran. Kitty was soon 
lost to sight behind one of these clumps of trees, and 
when after some time, Susie looked up from her work, 
she could see nothing of her. She went to the bars and 
looked through the fields toward the house. Nothing 
was seen of Kitty, and supposing she had really gone 
home, Susie went back, filled her own basket, and Kitty’s 
too, and then started home. On her way through the 
turnip-field she spied her father and the men making the 
new pond in Mr. Wheeler’s farm, and Susie resolved to 
go over and look on. So she crossed the fields, and set¬ 
ting the berries under a tree, soon forgot everything else 
in watching them letting on the water. It was half-past six 
before the men were through, Susie and her father -went 
home t«gether. “Where’s Kitty,” he asked, as they 
walked along.—“ Oh 1 she got tired and went home long 
ago,” said Susie. When they reached the house Mrs. 
Riley came out to meet them. “ How long you have been 
gone, Susie 1 ” she said. “ Where’s Kitty ? ” 
“Why—she came home hours ago,” cried Susie, in 
surprise. “ She wouldn't pick berries.”—“Oh! James, 
the child is lost,” exclaimed Mrs. Riley, in alarm, “ how 
could you let her come alone, Susie ? 
Poor Susie did not know what to say, she had not 
thought of any danger to Kitty, and when she saw her 
father and Sam, the hired man, start up through the 
fields to look for her little sister, she felt as if she must 
go too. But her mother would not let her go. It seemed 
as though a week had passed by, to Susie and her moth¬ 
er, when at last, when it was nearly eight o'clock, they 
saw Mr. Riley and Sam coming down the hill, and yes! 
Mr. Riley carried Kitty in his arms. The tired little girl 
was fast asleep, and her mother wept tears of joy as she 
took her in her arms and kissed the little stained face 
again and again. The kisses woke Kitty from her nap, 
which she had been taking for hours away down in the 
woods. “ What’s this tied up in your apron ?” said her 
mother.—“It’s some berries for you, mamma, I dot ’em 
all myself, tause the bakset was so big.” There in a 
corner of the little apron was a mass of berries, mashed 
and squeezed until the juice had run way down to Kit¬ 
ty’s feet, but Mrs. Riley thanked her all the same, not 
for the blackberries, but for the love which went with 
them. But Kitty thought it was for the blackberries. 
Ana«t Sue’s B'lizzIe-IIox. 
DOUBLE ACROSTIC. 
Primals and finals each will name 
A very pretty flower, 
The first grows wild in field or lane, 
The last, by garden bower. 
1— First name a gentle lady, 
2— And then a gentleman, 
3— And now a place of ingress, 
4— And now a mighty plain : 
5— And then please take a pronoun, 
Be sure it isn’t “ ours,” 
And straightway get the titles 
Of the two pretty flowers. Italian Boy. 
CONCEALED SQUARE WORD. 
I have seen actions which appeared noble, but were 
open to objection. I treasure in my heart, nevertheless, 
many a kindness done for me, although at last made con 
scions that the motive was a crafty one. On the con 
trary, a good deed may be done in an unfortunate style, 
so do not judge by appearances. Xipp. 
TRANSPOSITIONS. 
(Fill the four following blanks with the same word 
variously transposed.) 
How --- the gentle- 
As they browse beside the stream. 
IIow savory the- 
Which my-and I did eat. Bessie Bennett. 
NUMERICAL ENIGMAS. 
1. I am composed of 14 letters: 
My 14, 8, 4, 5, 0, is a number. 
My 2, 12, 13. G. is a metal. 
My 3,11. 5, fi, is a boy’s nickname. 
My 7,1. 10, is a game with which all children are 
familiar. 
My whole is the name and title of one of the kings 
of England. E. M. Lillibridge. 
2. I am composed of 11 letters: 
My 3. 2, 1, 4, 7, 5, is used in making picture frames. 
My 6. 5, 8, 0, 10, 11, is part of a harness. 
My whole is a good maxim. W. E. II. 
DECAPITATIONS. 
1. Behead a European city, and leave “above.” 
2. Behead an Asiatic city, and leave a home of wild 
beasts. 
3. Behead an animal, and leave part of the body. 
4. Behead part of a wagon, and leave part of the body, 
5. Behead a fish, and leave an animal. Isola. 
NAMES OP POETS. 
1. A river in Italy. 2. One of the tribes of Israel and a 
beverage. 3. Part of a dollar and the prevailing fashion. 
4. Not old. 5. Very rapid. M. P. 
PUZZLE. 
With part of a pill, a bit of mud, a taste of candy, and 
a portion of wine and of gin. make something nice to 
eat. ‘ Snip. 
HIDDEN FLOWERS. 
1. In grammar, the verb enables us to give expression 
to words. 2. We all know, Ida, Don is a Spanish title; 
also the name of a river in Russia. 3. There is the 
church with its glittering spire, and fine architecture. 
4. In China, Eli, “lys” is a measure equal to 533 yards. 
5. Do not detain me, Levi, O ! let me go. Sphinx. 
No. -156. A Geographical Rebus.-You will find here 18 places, including cities, countries, islands, 
and other localities that those who have studied geography should know all about. 
pi. 
A shore til) ski stream, 
Who mace ti ot saps ? 
Eh dreah het dogo norsap yas 
“Lai shelf si sargs.” " C. A. Sproat. 
DIAMOND PUZZLE. 
1. Part of a sofa. 2. A texture made of sedge, straw, 
or other material. 3. A miserable person. 4. A tyrant. 
5. Tinge. 6 . To bring to corruption. 7. May be seen in 
the moon. Xeryion. 
cross WORD. 
My first is in teacher but not in schoo'i. 
My next is in horse but not in mule, 
My third is in hog but not in pen, 
My fourth is in pullet but not in hen, 
My fifth is in stop but not in balk, 
My sixth is in crow but not in hawk, 
My seventh is in spruce but not in yew, 
My eighth is in green but not in blue, 
And now if one or two guesses you’ll give 
You perhaps can tell the place where I live. W. M. I. 
ANAORAMS. 
1. Do send cab. 
2. I ate lobster. 
3. Saphire cornet. 
4. O nice base. 
5. A dirty ’bus. 
6. Soil on a tub. 
7. Dry cat’s table. 
8. Hit clean cities. 
9. Made tin coil. 
10. See Mag’s slab. 
ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN THE JUNE NUMBER. 
Beiieaded Rhymes.—1. Sled, led, Ed. 2. Sprat, Prat, rat. 
3. Strip, trip, rip. 4. Shark, hark, ark. 5. Plate, late, ate. 
(j. Scold, cold, old. 7. Smart, mart, art. 8. Scream, cream, 
ream. 
Numerical Enigma.— Sliakspeare. 
Cross Word.—W illiam Cullen Bryant, 
Pi.—If every pain and care we feel 
Were written on the brow. 
How many a hand would pause to heal. 
That only wounds us now. 
Acrostical Aritumorem. 
Madrid, Thames. 
M— alle —T 
A— mbus —H 
D— at —A 
It— oa —M 
I — mmens—E 
D— ome —S 
Anagrams of very Ancient 
Cities. 
1. Hecatomnylos. 
2. Cecropia (Athens). 
3. Persepolis. 
4. Orontem (once Antioch). 
5. Ninus (Hie Nineveh of the- 
Bible). 
6 . Carthage. 
Diamond Puzzle. 
Happiness. 
H 
HAT 
It K P E L 
T it A P P E D 
HAPPINESS 
PENNIES 
T H E M E 
ASS 
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Answers to 452. 
1. Fall— 
2. Wheel— heel. 
3. Bend (of the river)— end. 
4. Mill— ill. 
5. Cloud— loud. 
6. Boat— oat. 
7. Flag— lag. 
8. Bridge— ridge. 
9. Boat—too. 
10. Bend— Ben. 
11. River— rive. 
12. Barrow— arrow. 
