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Rye Beach, during our summer's vacation, there came, as there always will to seaside visitors, two or three cold, chilly, rainy days,—days when the skies that long had not rained a drop seemed suddenly to bethink themselves of their remissness, and to pour down water, not by drops, but by pailfuls. The chilly wind blew and whistled, the water dashed along the ground, and careered in foamy rills along the roadside, and the .bushes bent beneath the constant flood. It was plain that there was to be no seabathing on such a day, no walks, no rides; and so, shivering. | OUR YOUNG FOLKS An Illustrated Magazine FOR BOYS AND GIRLS. VOL. I. JANUARY 1865. NO. I. This Table of Contents is added for convenience HUM THE SON OF BUZ. THE VOLUNTEER S THANKSGIVING. THUMBLING THE RED-COATS. THE COLOR-BEARER. THE LITTLE PRISONER. THOMAS HUGHES. PHYSICAL HEALTH. ANDY S ADVENTURES WINNING HIS WAY. NEW-YEAR CAROL. FARMING FOR BOYS. AFLOAT IN THE FOREST ROUND THE EVENING LAMP Pg 1 Top HUM THE SON OF BUZ. t Rye Beach during our summer s vacation there came as there always will to seaside visitors two or three cold chilly rainy days days when the skies that long had not rained a drop seemed suddenly to bethink themselves of their remissness and to pour down water not by drops but by pailfuls. The chilly wind blew and whistled the water dashed along the ground and careered in foamy rills along the roadside and the bushes bent beneath the constant flood. It was plain that there was to be no seabathing on such a day no walks no rides and so shivering and drawing our blanketshawls close about us we sat down to the window to watch the storm outside. The rose-bushes under the window hung dripping under their load of moisture each spray shedding a constant shower on the spray below it. On one of these lower sprays under the perpetual drip what should we see but a poor little humming-bird drawn up into the tiniest shivering ball and clinging with a desperate grasp to his uncomfortable perch. A humming-bird we knew him to be at once though his feathers were so matted and glued down by the rain that he looked not much bigger than a honey-bee and as different as possible from the smart pert airy little character that we had so often seen flirting with the flowers. He was evidently a humming-bird in adversity and whether he ever would hum again looked to Pg 2us exceedingly doubtful. Immediately however we sent out to have him taken in. When the friendly hand seized him he gave a little faint watery squeak evidently thinking that his last hour was come and that .
