Nice places these carriers have to ride through, at times! Why, in some
parts, the road is so steep that, in going down, the rider is kept
upright by a rope passed under his arms and held in the hands of two men
who are above him on the mountain. If it were not for this, the rider
would fall over the head of his horse, or else cause the horse itself to
go over head first.
Altogether, the postmen of the Himalayas must have a hard time of it.
WIND-HARPS.
East Saginaw, Mich.
DEAR JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT: Please will you or any of your "chicks"
tell me how to make a wind-harp, or Eolian harp?
Your friend, MINNIE WARNER.
Time and again have I heard tell of wind-harps and the sweet music the
wind coaxes out of them. The sighing and singing of the breezes through
the tree-tops must be something like it, no doubt. But I never heard a
wind-harp's song, and of course don't know how to make one. Perhaps,
some of you know, however, and if so I shall be obliged if you will send
me word, so that I can pass it on to Minnie and the rest of my chicks.
"THE JOY OF THE DESERT."
In Africa is a vast, dreary waste, called the Desert of Sahara. In
widely scattered spots of this desert there grows a tree that sends its
roots down to springs far beneath the parched ground. Sometimes these
springs are so far down that the trees are planted in deep holes,
something like wells, so that the roots may reach water.
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