on the ground, I gave him a corner of my blanket for a bed. At last we
got back to Thompson's log-house, which stood near the timber; and, when
we went away we gave the fawn to his two little girls. I would really
like to know what ever became of it.

PERRY, O. LLOYD WYMAN.

[Illustration]




[Illustration]

The Apple Tree.


Up in the apple-tree
See the rosy cheeks;
See the balls that look like gold;
See the crimson streaks.
In the lovely autumn day,
Bright as in the bloom of May,
Filled with fruit, and fair to see,
Is the apple-tree.

Under the apple-tree
See the rosy cheeks:
Little Ginx, the baby,
What is it he seeks?