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lore his education was much interrupted, 
so his mother taught him. lie entered the 
Edinburgh University in 1867, intending 
to take up engineering, but his poor health 
stopped him from the confining work in 
the laboratory and workshop. Many not¬ 
ed young men from other parts studied 
here, and so be got to know these. Here 
also he met with the writings of Carlyle, 
Jeffrey and Scott, and these helped in his 
literary study. In the vacations he trav¬ 
eled and got much material for bis books 
and met many noted men and women. In 
1880 he was married to a lady of Cali¬ 
fornia. After this he returned to Scot¬ 
land, and it was at this time that he 
wrote “Treasure Island.” He wrote this 
book at about a chapter a day until it 
was finished. In 1883 it was printed in 
book form. Then he was quite sick and 
after the death of his father he came to 
America. It was at this time that he 
published “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,” 
“Kidnapped,” and “A Child’s Garden of 
Verses.” After two years in New York 
State he and his family went to San 
Francisco, where they bought a yacht and 
cruised for months in the South Seas. He 
became better, so be wanted to live under 
the sun’s smiling face. He lived at Apia on 
Upolu Island in the Samoan group. In 
1890 he bought a big estate and called it 
“Vailima.” Here the natives loved him, 
and it was here that he wrote “David 
Balfour,” “The Wreckers,” “Ebb Tide,” 
“Island Night’s Entertainments,” “The 
South Seas,” “St. Ives” and “Weir of 
llermiston.” On Dec. 3, 1894, he died, 
in the midst of toil, as he wished. The 
natives mourned his loss and a great 
monument was erected by them for his 
tomb. EARL REDMOND. 
New York. 
The last four years of Stevenson’s life 
were spent in Samoa, where he built his 
own home a little outside the town of 
Apia. The natives of the country loved 
him and respected him, and the chiefs 
built a road from his home to the sea at 
their own expense and toil, and they 
called it "The Road of the Loving Heart.” 
In 1894 -Stevenson started his last book, 
“Weir of llermiston,” and it was by far 
his greatest novel, though never fin¬ 
ished. He died when he was resting on 
the veranda with his wife, from the 
bursting of a brain vessel. He was un¬ 
conscious two hours and then died, on 
Dec. 3, 1894. Stevenson is buried on 
Mt. Vaea, overlooking Samoa and the 
sea. On the panels of his tomb is engraved 
a verse which Stevenson himself composed 
years before. It is : 
Under the wide and starry sky, 
Dig the grave and let me lie, 
Glad did I live and gladly die, 
And I laid me down with a will. 
This be the verse you grave for me: 
Here he lies where he longed to be; 
Home is the sailor, home from the sea, 
And the hunter home from the hill. 
Ohio. ESTHER HAMLIN 09 years). 
What Poem is This? 
In a little village on the shores of a cer¬ 
tain bay there lived a rich farmer and his 
daughter. The daughter had a boy friend 
whose father was a blacksmith. At that 
time the land and village were under the 
rule of the French. France and England 
had a war and this land came under Brit¬ 
ish rule. The British came to the little 
village and took all the people prisoners 
and destroyed the village. The people 
were taken to all parts of the United 
States and left there. This man’s daugh¬ 
ter and her friend whom she was to mar¬ 
ry were taken to different places and they 
hunted for each other for many long 
years. In her youth the girl had been 
very pretty, but years of sorrow made 
her hair turn white. She stayed in a 
Quaker city for a time. One day she 
went into a place where the sick were 
tiiken care of and found the man as he 
was dying. She recognized him and was 
with him when he died. Their graves are 
side by side. EVELYN HASKELL 
Massachusetts. (13 years). 
In answering this puzzle give the title 
of the uoem and the name of the author. 
If you can tel) something of the sig¬ 
nificance of this event in history, or of 
the author’s life. 
March Greeting 
Spring sent word to me today : 
“Coming! Coming! On the way!” 
Just a snowdrop for a token; 
Water’s blue where ice was broken; 
A red-breast singing; a thickening mist 
Of green in a tree that; the suu has kissed ! 
Spring sent word to me today : 
“Look for me! I’m on the way!” 
■—Author ? 
Sent by SUSAN rououton (Syears). 
New York. 
On. Artists 
A couple of hundred readers sent maple 
sugar drawings, and after a great deal of 
study your editor chose the 13 you will 
find printed on this page. They certainly 
show wide variety and a good deal of 
talent. In addition, the following de¬ 
serve honorable mention for drawings 
that were considered in the final selec- 
Buckets hung on maple trees with sap are slowly filling. 
Close by is the sugar camp where the syrup’s boiling. 
Dra wn in Pencil by Verneldo Aclcennan 
(10 yeara), Pennsylvania 
Drawn by Lucille Gifford *(12 years) 
New York 
Drawn by Esther Corcoran (10 years) 
Neio York 
Drawn in Pencil by Pearl Moisio 
(10 years), New York 
Drawn by Anna Falk. Connecticut 
Drawn by Barbara K niff lit (12 years) 
M assach a setts 
Drawn by Helen Miller (12 years) 
New York 
Drawn by Mildred Mattice (13 years) 
New York 
Drawn by Collins Johnson (15 years) 
New Jersey 
Drawn by Gerald Henry <12 years) 
New York 
Drawn by Carrie lioutwell (17 years) 
New Hampshire 
PATS'/ 
Drawn by Patsy Nyce (14 years) 
New Jersey 
Drawn by Esther Herr (15 years) Pennsylvania 
tion : Mike Goldberg <10), Helen Upson 
(11) and Norman Hallock (16) of Con¬ 
necticut; Bernice Huston (16) of Maine, 
Gliarlottc James (11) of Maryland, Zell a 
Cottrell (11) of Ohio, Elsie Miller (7). 
William Creeth (9), Laurence Benton 
(12) , Warren Whipple (13), Eleanor 
Saxe (14) and Vlasta Novak (15) of 
New York. 
Nothing that we do on Our Page seems 
to give so much pleasure, both to those 
who take part and to those who look on. 
as these drawing contests. It has been 
suggested more than onee that a series of 
drawings containing an open umbrella 
would be interesting, and since April is 
the month of sudden showers, suppose you 
try your hand next time at drawing an 
original picture of the following rhyme: 
Underneath a big umbrella, 
Little Jack and Isabella, 
Just enjoy the April rain— 
Draw them walking in the lane. 
Cross-word Enigma 
“The food the snowbirds eat,” which 
was hidden in last month’s enigma, was 
c-r-u-ni-b-s, to be sure. Try this one: 
My first is in you, but not in me. 
My second in due. but not in fee, 
My third i.s in river, but not in lake, 
My fourth in pie. but not in cake, 
My fifth is in barn, but not in mow. 
My sixth in pig, but. not in cow. 
My seventh is in battle, but not in flight. 
My whole is something for our delight. 
New York, r.rcir.r.E ereem antt.e. 
Notes 
The words in the box this month came 
from Isabel Penny, a New York reader. 
If is a happy thought to compare our 
page to the sun on which we are all de¬ 
pendent for life and light and growth. 
The full list of contributors to this 
month’s page (nearly 400 of them) will 
be found on page 562. Every boy and 
girl who sends anything is truly helping, 
because it is only from a great volume 
of material that your editor can make 
selections which will result in a fine 
page. 
Work for the April page should reach 
your editor not later than April 5. This 
gives you just a week, so 
Write at once without delay, 
To tell us of your work and play; 
Answer ail the puzzles new. 
And make a little drawing, too; 
If you will only send a letter, 
Our page next month can be still better. 
We will plan for another page illus¬ 
trated with photographs for the month of 
May. We can have pictures of gardening, 
raising chickens, picnics, the last day of 
school and many other interesting Spring¬ 
time doings. If you have any good, clear 
snapshots that you think will help us 
out, send them in. If you must have 
them hack enclose* return postage*. 
A word about the heading drawing by 
Adrian Sears. Adrian wrote that he was 
studying perspective drawing in the 
school which he attends in an Illinois 
town. Perspective is the way distant 
things look t o the: eye—you all know 
how the rails seem to come together when 
you stauel and look way down a railrcael 
track. Adrian’s drawing is a conven¬ 
tional design (as distinguished from a 
natural picture) but it. carries the main 
idea of the rising sun as the essence of 
Spring in the month of March when plant 
life begins to grow again. It. is exceed¬ 
ingly well done for a boy of nine years, 
and you can all learn something about 
design from studying it. The original 
drawing was 12 in. wide and neatly made 
with India ink on drawing paper. 
Honorable mention is due Myrtle 
Ilemenway of Maine and Frances Sanford 
(1.3) and Isabel Henry (1.6) of New 
York for sending in very attractive head¬ 
ing drawings. 
Spring is here! Wo are on the 
threshold of a new growing season. Love 
it, study it, work with it, play with it, 
grow in it. And write about it and 
yourself to your friend, Edward M. Tut¬ 
tle in care The Herat, New-Yorker, 333 
West -30th Street, New York City. 
