--Yours truly,
SILAS GREEN.
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"SEE HOW I HELP!"
One of Jack's good friends, L.W.J. sends you this new fable:
"See how I help!" said a little mouse
To the reapers that reaped the grain,
As he nibbled away, by the door of his house,
With all of his might and main.
"See how I help!" he went on with his talk;
But they laid all the wide field low
Before he had finished a single stalk
Of the golden, glittering row.
As the mouse ran into his hole, he said:
"Indeed, I cannot deny,
Although an idea I had in my head,
Those fellows work better than I."
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AMONG THE CRANBERRY BOGS.
New Jersey, 1877.
DEAR JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT: You would not think, from their names,
that cranberry bogs are pleasant places, but I enjoyed very much a
visit to one last year in the fall. Seen merely from the road,
a bog doesn't show very well, for the leaves are small, and the
vines are crowded in heavy masses; but, when you get near, the
white and red berries look pretty among the dark-green leaves.
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