The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-11-23

The New Baby.

dolly my dear little dolly, they've told me thu
awfulest news
Papa has been trying to comfort me, but 'tisnt al
atom OF use.
I've got such horrible heart-ache right here In m,
throat when speak
Who wouldn't cry into their breakfast when they
hadn't been kissed for week?
They've been and bought new MISREPRESENTATION
saying a word 10 me
thought there something the matter when
papa said " Sit on my knee
used 10 sit there most always, and papa would
cuddle me, too
Let em love him the best II they want 10 live no
body now but you.
Mamma holds him most all of the day-times; she
kisses him oftener than me;
guess she kneels down by my trundle, but what's
the when can't sect
haven't been told any stories for nobody knows
Mamma just Keeps a-singins and singing that silly
old "by-low song. rrr'r.~r4
So, darling I've Thought IL all over wen just run
away, you and 1; t
They won't pay much attention to usf that precious
boy-baby should cry.
There's beautiful counry--here's papa ! thought
he was reading his books;
He says mamma wants Newell, dolly, III just go
see how he looks.
He isn't dreadful, dear dolly he's not very much
of boy:
The tiniest, lttlest-why, darling, he isn't much
My great new dolly last Christmas-you'd love
such dear little mite
His eyes would be pretty if only they wasn't
squeezed up quite so tight.
It's rather bald head for baby, but his little pink
toes cunning!
Papa says mine used to look that way, but, probly
he only was funninR.
guess we won't run away, darling; 7 any rate we
won't try il to-day
Nursey let's hold him, and, dolly that's just the
best kind Of play.
Wide Arake.
The Largest Volcano In the World.
"Why, it isn't on the top of a noun
tain at all ! What humbug my geog-
raphy must have been |"
So wrote a little fellow to young
friend in America
He was right It isn't on the top of a
mountain, though the biographies do
say. ga volcano is mountain sending
forth fire, smoke and lava, and give the
picture of a mountain smoking at the
top.
This volcano is nothing of the kind;
but is a hideous, yawning black pit at
the bottom of amountain, and big enough
to stow away large city.
OF course you want to know, first,
where this wonder is. Get out the map
of the Western hemisphere, put your
finger on any of the lines running north
and south, through North America, and
called meridians; follow it south until you
come to the Tropic of Cancer, running
east and west; then ft.about-face |"
and, following the tropic, sail out into the
calm Pacific. After voyage of about
1900 miles, you run ashore on one of
group of islands marked Sandwich. We
will call them Hawaiian, for that is their
true name. Not one of the brown, ma
tive inhabitants would call them Sand
wich." An English sailor gave them
that name, out of compliment to GER
tain Lord Sandwich.
On the largest of these islands,
Hawaii-pronounced "Ha-y-e"-is the
volcano, Kilauea, the largest volcano in
the world.
We have seen it great many times,
and, that you may see it as clearly
as possible, you shall have letter from
the very spot The letter reads !:
"Here we are, large party of us,
looking into Kilauea, which is nine miles
in circumference, and thousand feet
below us-a pit about seven times rs
deep as Niagara falls are high. We
came to-day, on horseback, from Hilo,
a ride of thirty miles, Hilo is beauti-
full sea-shore village, the largest on the
island of Hawaii, and from it all visitors
to Kilauea mike their start.
"The road over which we came is
nothing but bride path, and very
rough one at that, traversing miles and
miles of old lava flows. We had almost
ridden to the crater's brink before we
discovered, in the dim twilight, the aw-
full abyss.
"Before us is the immense pit which,
in the daytime, shows only floor OF
black lava, looking as smooth as satin
and, miles away, rising out of this floor,
are few slender columns of smoke.
cat night everything is changed
and you can't conceive of the lurid, de-
moniacal effect. Each slender column
of smoke becomes a pillar of fire that
rolls upward, throbbing as it moves,
and spreads itself out above the crater
like an immense canopy, all ablaze.
"Ships a hundred miles from land see
the glow, and we here, on the precipice
above, can read ordinary print by it,
lurid light.
"No wonder the natives worshipeC
the volcano. They thought it the home
of a goddess, whom they named Pele
and in times of unusual activity believed
her to be very angry with them. Their
they came in long professions, from the
seashore villages, bringing pigs, dogs
fowls, and sometimes human beings, fo
sacrifice. These they threw into th'
crater, TO appease her wrath.
GA small berry, called the ohelo
grows on the banks of the pit, and o
these the natives never dared to eat I'm
til Pele had first had her share. Yer,
polite, were they not? And if ever the,
forgot their manners / dare say sh,
gave them shaking up by an earth
quake as reminder.
" Sandal-wood and strawberries grow
all about here-and feas, too wicke,
feas, that bite voraciously, to keel
themselves warm, think, for here, 8
far from Pele's hearth, it is cold, and W
sit by log fire of our own.
"The day after our arrival we wen
into the crater, starting Immediately al
ter an early breakfast. There is bu
. one entrance, narrow ledge, formed b