Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 4, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 February 1894 — FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS. [ARTICLE]

FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS.

bell’s lullaby. In the porch sits little Bell, Singing lullabies. Dolly, in her loving arms, Stares with open eyes. With her head across the fence, Mooley stands to see—“ls she singing lullabies, Wonder, now. to me.” | SNOW FLOWERS. Most persons know that snow flakes are composed of small crystals in the form of stars of marvellous regularity and variety. They usually' offer three, six or twelve parts symmetrically disposed around an axis, and making equal angles. To observe them at ease, take snow flakes upon a black cloth, and you will notice that there are many hundreds of different forms. When the French savants went into Lapland in 1787 to measure the arc of the meridian destined to the establishment of the meter’s length, they saw the warm and humid atmosphere of their room transform itself instantly into snow flakes when they let in a rush of outer air. By blowing a soap bubble when the air is very cold and there is snow on the ground you can secure thousands of the frozen crystals, as varied in form as those which fall from the clouds.—[New York Times. a chipmunk’s lunch. He was named Bright-Eyes at once by the people who saw him taking his lunch. Fortunately for him, they were people who love animals, so they did not throw stones at him nor seek to hurt him in any way when he suddenly darted up from behind a bank near them and near a little brook. They just sat perfectly quiet and took his photograph in that curious camera, the ey r e. The chipmunk, who looked like most of his race, sat as still for a long time as if he were made of stone. His bright, dark eyes were constantly on the alert, though they did not move. His golden-brown body had a black stripe down each side, and his tail was gray and brown. After he had looked long enough to be satisfied that there was no danger, he ran to a tuft of common field grass and pulled off pieces to eat, holding them in his fore paws as he sat up. When he had nibbled a number of pieces, as fast as possible, he disappeared in a twinkling below the bank. In a few moments he reappeared with a small green apple in his mouth, at least it would seem small as we regard apples. It was just as large as Bright-Eyes’s head, and he evidently had lifted it up by digging his lower jaw into it near its stem. There it hung while Bright-Eyes took another survey to see that no danger was near. He laid it down and began to nibble off dainty bites, evidently relishing his dessert greatly. Once more he darted off, probably for a drink from the brook. A low, warbling whistle was given to lure him back, and presently he came and began again at his apple. But, alas! one of his observers gave a slight cough. It was very slight, but timid Bright-Eyes was frightened and ran away for the last time, leaving his dainty meal unfinished.—[New York World.