The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1899-08-20

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the battle of Gettysburg II he had had
Stonewall Jackson? When did the United
States purchase Alaska?
will close as my letter Is getting lone
enough for the first one. Hoping much
success to the Haps' page. Roy Lee.
Bremond, Texas.ZDear Haphammer: I
VIII write again after so long time l
think The Post the grandest paper in
lexas. Haps, am peach vender; sell
peaches at the depot, There are lots OF
stray dimes and quarters in the business.
BUY bucket of fine peaches for 25 cents
and retail them out for 75 cents or 81,
sometimes. We can sell two or three
buckets apiece; there are eight Of us. Mr..
Hap, make yourself known to me when
you pass through here again and will set
EN- up to the peaches. I am real glad
Travis won the honors of our noble cub
He is the most brilliant man in our Texas
history; don't you think Houston would
have escaped, or tried to. l am the man
or our house now; papa Is off nearly all
his time holding meetings. He is in Free
stone county now. Mamma is in Falls
county visiting, and brother is in the Pan
handle. l will close by asking few ques-
lions In history, as 1t is my favorite study.
~ What was the abolition crusade? t2)
When was Jefferson Davis born? (3)
| What was the South's line of defense dur
ing the civil war? A true Hap,
Arthur Jewel Wharton.
Wharton, Texas.-Dear Haphammer: I
am little boy years old and when / get
little bigger want to sell The Post.
like to hear the stories of the boys and
girls in the Happyhammer page. My papa
wrote some verses about me that send
you. They call me the THE Kindling
Boy" because / always want to hear stor-
les about people, and love to hear mamma
read poetry. like the "Raggedy Man.
so much, and am going to say The Kind
ling Boy for a speech at school Hurrah
for The Post! Olin Baxter Linn.
THE KINDLING BOY.
The Kindling Boy goes to bed with the
birds at night
And sleeps and sleeps till the day is
bright,
Long after the wobbly calf
His milk has drank,
And Ed and Charlie, with many a prank,
Have had their biscuit and tea
And chunked the redbirds out of the tree,
/
town,
And mamma has put on her every day
gown,
And Lizzie sits around with quiet air,
Wondering what dress today she'll wear,
There is the Kindling Boy sleeping,
Just sleeping and sleeping away,
| While the mockingbird is singing and
singing to diddle de day.
And the Kindling Boy wakes up then,
Yawns and stretches and crawls from his
On the trundle bed where he's been all
night,
His hair all knotted in such a plight
On, my, but he's dynamite; he makes Liz
git,
Hustles UP Charlie. makes him split,
Lights on to Beppo and makes him scoot,
Sasses his uammie and Ed TO boot,
And such is the every day
Life of the Kindling Boy.
! Boulder, Colo.--Dear Haphammer: After
leaving Houston we had a very pleasant
trip until we reached Childress. We left
there about $3.50 p. m, and ! stayed uE
until we passed the Red river, at II o'clock
but was SO sleepy that l don't remember
it. The next morning early we passed
very wide river, the Canadian, which /:
north OF Amarillo.
When We arrived at Colorado City the
great majority oil our thIrty-fve passen.
gers left us. We got to Denver about
IL, and left for Boulder the next mornira
/ on the $3.50 train, arriving at Boulder a
$3.50 after many twists and turns and loop.
! and bow-knots on the part of the track.
/ Yesterday Monday morning, mamma and
took a walk TOWARDS the mountains be-
fore breakfast to look around and get an
appetite. We returned and had breakfast
with descendant of that great Scotchman
Robert Bruce. Said descendant being the
husband of the lady with whom we board
ed. After breakfast we all went walking
to admire the beauties of Boulder. DURING
the walk got a ride on beautiful Next
can donkey named "Jacky Moses" The
/ rest of the forenoon and afternoon wa:
spent at the house, but late Ia the evening
We assembled a little rise at the corner
( Of the town, called Lovers HILL" from
which We got beautiful view. We Their
+ came home and went to bed.
| A few days later, complying with the
! advice OF Mr.. Bruce, we decided to visi
Uncle Joe VOLTS" fruit farm, beautiful
well kept farm on Twelfth street. three.
quarters of mile from town. We got to
| Twelfth street all right. but as we walked
| down said street mamma and Miss H., be-
| lug engaged in admlring the pretty brick
? ana stone pOubeS dSDuS lue WAY, 1 Wpu-
4 dered where "Uncle Joe's" farm might be
/ tour directions were TO go out straight till
! Just before We got to bridge. and turn il
at a gate).
| The houses along Twelfth street are
| generally speaking, very pretty. the ma
J jority being made Of pretty. smooth. rec
, bricx, with terraced lawns about two|esei
/ above the street level We were entirely
at loss to know which one of the sew
! eral bridges we crossed was referred, TO-
but we met a gentleman who kindly en-
lightened us on the subject Shortly after
We arrived at the farm and fouA Uncle
| Joe" packing appless Jie Is IDhn ol
about so, tall, though inclined to be stout,
with sharp nose aud brisk business-like
manner. He is rather boasting His chiei
boast being--in his own words--'T am far
ahead of Adam. He had only to take OF a
I nicely prepared garden (which am sorry
to say he failed to do), while made this
beautiful farm out OF barren land" He
kindly took US around In his wagon. First
/ we came to several acre plot Of waving
1 corn with berries planted between the
|. rows; then his rows OF beautiful apple
trees. with their branches full OF rather
green apples doesn't sound very poetical
does n?) hove in sight; after that came
regular fields OF green. black, straw dew
onJ rasnhsrry bushes ready to be robbed oil