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THE COZY CORNER
December 15, 1895

 

[Mr. Big Hat's statement]:

Mr. Big Hat's mail box is full to overflowing, and knowing how many little folks are anxious to see their letters in print before they get out of date, he devotes an entire page this week to the cousins' missives. And still there is scarcely a perceptible decrease in the pile. While Mr. Big Hat is always glad to hear from the "little men and women," he trusts all will wait until they have something really interesting or instructive to say before writing, as it has come to be impossible to find room for only the very best letters.


TO CORRESPONDENTS -- When writing letters to Big Hat's department for publication, write on one side of the paper only. Printers never turn their copy, and the editor has no time to rewrite half, or even part, of your letters. Give your full name and address. Anonymous letters are never printed. These rules are imperative.

 

HATTIE SIMMONS, Chillicothe, Hardeman Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: It has been some time since I have written to The News, although not one letter has escaped my notice. I have sat down to write several times, but as there was no news that would interest the cousins, I would lay my pen aside, awaiting a better opportunity. Cousin Jeremy Duncan, I think you're mistaken about Lucile. She was married, as Cousin Zuella Pollard says, to Count De Nevers. If you will notice more closely, when you read it again, you will see that I am right. The young people of our town were going to meet last night and organize a social club, but one of those terrible "northers" came up and altered out plans. It is sleeting now, and will perhaps snow before long. One of my friends wrote for Mr. Big Hat's picture. I was expecting to see the picture of a fine-looking lady, but instead there was the picture of a little boy. I think Mr. Big Hat might send us his real picture, if he will not tell us his real name. Cousin Mary West, you write a real nice letter. I would like to correspond with you, if correspondence is solicited. Your fishing excursion reminds me of one of which I was a party. We started on Monday morning, the 22d of May, going through Greer country and a part of the Indian Territory, arriving at Otter creek. There we camped and prepared to stay two days. There I saw my first seining. Although no one was drowned, one or two came very near it. On the morning after the third day of our arrival a consultation was held as to whether we should go directly home or by the way of the Navajo mountains. As there were more young people in the crowd than old ones, it was decided to go by the mountains, which we reached about noon. Then began the ascent, which was very much dreaded by all. We at last reached the top of the mountain and beheld some very beautiful country. The fields looked like green squares, so level were they, and looking toward the south we beheld the Red river winding its way through the green pastures of the Indian Territory. After feasting our eyes on these pleasures, we descended to the foot of the mountain, where the rest of our party was camped. We then started for home, which was reached on Saturday night.


ANNIE B. QUINN, Bernardo Prairie, Colorado Co,. Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write to The News. I have been reading the letters in the Cozy Corner. Papa has been taking the paper for some time. My age is 15 years. The most cotton I ever picked in a day was 212 pounds. I picked three bales and a half this year. Papa made lots of corn. Our school has begun. It is bad weather here now. It pleased me very much to see letters from two of the cousins from Westphalia in the Cozy Corner. I wish Mr. Big Hat and all the cousins a merry christmas and a happy new year!


BESSIE LYON, Denton, Denton Co., Tex. -- Good morning Mr. Big Hat and cousins! Won't you admit a little Texas girl into your happy band? I am a farmer's daughter and live about four miles northwest of Denton. How many of the cousins like to read? I do. Here are some of the books I have read: "Little Men," "Little Women," "The King's Daughter" and many others. I would like to correspond with one of the northern cousins about my age, which is 11 years. I will close by asking a question: Who was it Paul raised from the dead?


HENRY J. QUINN, Bernardo Prairie, Colorado Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I would like to join your Cozy Corner. I live on a farm, on a lovely prairie between the Colorado and the Brazos rivers. I am 13 years old. We are through picking cotton. I can pick 175 pounds in a day. I have one sister and no pets. Cousins, did any of you ever drive an ox team? I am hauling wood every day five miles with an ox team. It is raining now and the roads are bad. Please, Mr. Big Hat, don't let Miss Big Bonnet get hold of this to throw it in the waste basket. Many happy days to Mr. Big Hat and the cousins!


CORINE PRYOR, Corsicana, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Please admit another 10-year-old girl to your department. I will not promise a very interesting letter, but will do the best I can. This is the first time I ever tried to write to a newspaper. I have six brothers and two sisters. My papa and brothers are farmers. We came from Mississippi last December a year ago. I will start to school next Monday. I love to go to school.


WESLEY ROWLEY, Ross, McLennan Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write to the cousins. School will commence in two weeks. I am 13 years old. I go to school every year. I wish to ask Burett Gouger what county Red Oak is in? I would like to run a race with Josie L. Atkinson on a barrel.


ROY HARRIS, Italy, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here I come to join the cousins in their stride for improvement. I am a little boy 12 years old. I am going to school at the Southwestern normal college in Italy. My studies are spelling, arithmetic, geography, history and grammar. I was glad to see your comments on Cousins Ernest and Charlie's letters. I think it will put them to thinking. I am very fond of school. My papa keeps a grocery store and I help him on Saturdays. Italy is a beautiful little city of about 1000 people. It has four nice churches and two good schools.


VOTRE NELMS, Ringgold, Montague Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I thought I would write you all a letter, as it is too cold to do anything else to-day. I am going to school now. I study the fourth reader, arithmetic, geography and spelling. I was in bed sick for three weeks, but have nearly recovered now. Little sister is also getting up from a spell of sickness. I want to ask you a question: What is the highest building in the United States? It sleeted day before yesterday, and is still at it. I am 10 years old. I have been to school two years.


OLLIE FLEMMING, Burleson, Johnson Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I thought I would give you all a call for the first time. Papa takes The News. He thinks it is a good paper. I think it has a good name, that suits it very well, for it has lots of news in it. I wish I could write as well as I can read. I would be writing all the time. Cousins, I guess you all have heard of some people living at the other people's expense. That is the way with Peggy. She ought to be as fat as a butter cake. Mary West, your letter was a good one, but it was sad to think of Love Magill's getting drowned. Emma Wilkinson, if you live in Johnson county I know your school teachers, for I went to school with the youngest one. He was here last summer. Their name is Claypool, is it not? I did not get to go [to] the fair, but I got to go to the cotton patch, where I will have to go again if it clears up. School commences in the morning. I won't get to go to the first day this year. I never have been to a ten months' school. It has only been five months' schools that I have ever been to. Winter is upon us, with fires to make, wood to chip, land to break and lots of work to do. It looks as if it might rain, sleet or snow at any time. Charley Carter and Ernest Blasingame say they don't like to go to school. I would go to school ten months out of every year if I had the chance.


ETHEL MILLS, Waco, McLennan Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I see so many little girls and boys writing to the Cozy Corner that I thought I would write, too. I like to read The News. Papa says it is the best paper he ever took. He has been taking it twenty years. I am a little girl 8 years old and will be 9 christmas day. I have been going to school two years and am in the third grade. I study arithmetic, reading, spelling and Reed's and Tarbell's languages. I have a canary bird, a horse and three dolls, two bisque and one "old fatty," and so many paper dolls that you could not count them. I will answer some questions and ask some. Ham invented the banjo. Who made the first dolls? Which is the largest river in Europe? Which is the largest salt lake in the world? Who was the negro Noah had in the ark?


DONALD MACKENZIE, Weatherford, Parker Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: Thank you, no, sir! We did not cut our crow's tongue. One of them can call my name. He calls: "Here, Black; here!" and Black (the dog) will come. He laughs like a boy, and he calls my papa. The other one goes like a colt calling its mother. Mr. Big Hat, I went to Tennessee last summer, and went up on Lookout mountain. We went up the "Incline railway" one mile, then got on the narrow gauge and went to the top to the nice hotel, "Lookout Inn." I was on a rock that was 300 feet from top to bottom. It was almost straight from top to bottom. I saw a barn that was built in three states. It was built, you know, where the states join. I wonder if Oscar Winborne remembers when he put the wire across the road to trip Frank. A young lady in Oklahoma read my letter you printed. She wrote and said if I would write to her she would tell me several cat stories. I will write to her soon. Mr. Big Hat, I can draw some. Would you like me to send you something I have drawn? I have never been taught drawing, but just draw by myself. I liked "The Boys Guard the Fountain." I study Pathfinder No. 2, spell from Webster's spelling book, read in the third reader and have never been to school. I hope Peggy will not get this. I wish you a merry christmas.

[Mr. Big Hat's response]:
Mr. Big Hat wonders if all the cousins will know what three states the barn is built in. Mr. Big Hat will trade another cat story for a drawing. If the Oklahoma lady sends her stories, send them to Mr. Big Hat to print for all the cousins; that is, if they are true ones. You print real well. How old are you now?


MARY LACKEY, Estelle, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you let one of the old cousins into the happy circle again? It has been a long time since I wrote to The News. I went to the fair. It was certainly fine. I didn't see the cousins that wore the blue star. I saw Baby Ruth, the smallest horse in the world. I did not see but one Shetland pony. There were lots of pretty dolls there. Some of the cousins say they had rather live in the country. I had rather live in town. I have lived in town nearly all of my life. I have not been to school since April. We had a fine time the last day. We had dinner on the ground and speeches in the evening. We had a fine time when it snowed. How many of the cousins like to ride horseback? I, for one. One time when I was riding horseback, I was loping along and fell off backward, and fell under the horse, but did not get hurt. My brothers laughed at me, but I did not care.


VERNON COLLINS, Tehuacana, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I am a little boy, nearly 9 years old, and I would like very much to join the other cousins in the Corner. I have seen so many nice letters from other little cousins that I thought there ought to be one from Tehuacana, too. Trinity university is at this place, and it is a fine school. There is a room in the college that contains many strange things. There are stuffed birds and snakes and an alligator. There is a sawfish's saw and a bone of a mastodon, and many beautiful shells, and lots of other things that are curious. I like to read very much. History is my favorite study. Some time I am going to San Antonio to see the Alamo. I think Sam Houston was a great man. I will close by asking a question: What were "The Twin Sisters" of the Texas revolution?


HARRY SCOFIELD, Texarkana, Miller Co., Ark. -- I have never written to the cozy corner. We only read The Dallas News on Sunday. I thought I would tell you about where I live and go to school. I live across the river from Texas in Arkansas and go to Sunday school in Texas and to day school in Arkansas. I have been reading The News for a long time and like it very much. When I go to uncle's I have such a good time riding the horses and driving up the cows. He lives on a farm. I have a bicycle and can ride as well and as fast as any 9-year-old boy.


JACK ESTES, McKinney, Collin Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is a nice day and I don't have to go to school because it is Sunday. This is my first time to write to you all. I think it is so nice that The Dallas News gives us a Cozy Corner to let us hear from each other. I am 7 years old and am almost ready for the third grade. I have a nice time at school and I love my teacher. I have a nice pony and ride him when I want to. I go to Sunday school and my teacher loves me dearly. I enjoyed reading the letters in the Cozy Corner last week. I had rather read and write than anything. My little brother's name is Edward Bok Estes. He plays with my little puppy and it is such a smart dog. He can carry a stick in his mouth and play with the big dogs. I used to have a pet wolf that played with me like my dog does. He hated negroes so bad hat he would run them out of the yard, and they were all afraid of him. We think an old black man that lived with us poisoned him. I was sorry, for my uncle sent it to me from the Indian Territory.


BONA COWARD, Carthage, Panola Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write to The News. I am not going to school. When I went to school I studied arithmetic, second geography, spelling, language and fourth reader. Papa takes The News and I think it is a good paper. I have two pets, a hog and a cat. We live a mile and a half from the college. I have three sisters older than myself. I am a little girl, 9 years old.


REBECCA CROSSLAND, Cora Lea, [Greer Co.], Okla. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As I haven't seen any letters from this part of the west, I thought I would write one. Papa has been taking The News for a long time. Mr. Big Hat, if you were here this morning I would give you a good snow balling. We had a big snow last night. Were you ever at a candy breaking? I enjoy going to them. Papa has a little store and a postoffice here. The postoffice is named after my two oldest sisters. Cousins, how many of you ever saw prairie dogs? There are lots of them out here. I think they are real pretty. We have two schoolhouses, but there is no school in either one. We live two miles from both of the houses. When I go to school my studies are reading, spelling, grammar, geography and arithmetic. The name of my school is Russell Valley. I live between Red river and Salt fork. From our house to Red river it is twenty-three miles and to Salt fork it is seven miles. Mary West, your pleasure trip turned out to be a sad one. I have three sisters and six brothers. This is my first attempt to write to the Cozy Corner. My age is 168 months.


ANNIE JONES, Shiloh, [Denton Co.?], Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes a little girl 10 years old, asking admittance to your happy band. This is my first time to write to The News. I have been reading the cousins' letters for a long time, and I enjoy them very much. I have no pets. I have six brothers and one sister. I have not been to school this winter yet, but I will start soon. My oldest brother is going to school. It is snowing to-day and very cold. We have had a very interesting meeting at our church. I am not a member, but my mamma and papa and one brother and my sister are members. We live one mile north of Shiloh. It is a nice country where we live. It is sandy land here. When it rains we can go to church just the same, for it doesn't get muddy. We have a good Sabbath school and I love to go and learn to read God's word. I have the sweetest little brother you ever saw. He is a year and a half old and has long hair.


CALLIE HUTCHINS, Oakland, Colorado Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write to a newspaper and I fear it will be criticized, but in the near future I hope to write a letter that will be of more interest to Mr. Big Hat and the cousins. I haven't seen any letters from our little town and I trust the little band of cousins will let me join them, as I enjoy reading their letters so much. Mattie Callahan, allow me to compliment you on your last letter, and if Mr. Big Hat doesn't object, I would be pleased to see your letters in print in every issue. I also enjoyed reading the other letters very much. To-day is thanksgiving day and it is very gloomy and disagreeable. There are a great many things I feel thankful for and one of them is this -- that I have enjoyed good health the past year and have thus been able to enjoy the blessings that God has bestowed upon me. I have for the past two weeks been troubled with a burnt hand. I was very thankful that it was my left hand, because I could not have done anything but sit up and nurse it. I am fearful it may leave a scar. A school under the public system is progressing here, to the great advancement of the pupils. We have a paper for our school. The name is "The Scholar's Companion." The first number will appear to-morrow. I contributed a piece on the "Seventh Day." I am very much pleased with the idea of erecting a monument to Gen. Sam Houston and will do my best in assisting in the undertaking. For fear my letter will fatigue you and Peggy will have the pleasure of devouring it, I will close with much success to the Sam Houston memorial stone fund. My age is 14 years.


JOHNNIE PRICE, Kingwillow, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Little Miss Big Bonnet: I wonder that you are not beginning to grow impatient for an answer to your kind missive, as most every one has answered except me. You must be like my little sister, quite a little tease, but I am glad to know that I have one, and she is so loving with her many teasings. You gave us a difficult task in asking if your doll could be Sallie Rose any more? Since the name is a desideratum we shall decide it thus: She can be Sallie Rose, but not the original. Why? Because she has her third body and second head. If she can possess the same name, that will be sufficient, will it not? Sister says: "If she was my doll, I would rename her," that is, give her the same old name and thereby overcome the suspicion that she isn't Sallie Rose -- see? She's an experienced "dollist." It seems that there might be something in her statement. My experience with dolls and pets is limited. I should like to own one like "Nokladum," but my only pet was a squirrel. My uncle gave him to me. He was so wild he would climb furniture and scratch great ugly places on it. When it was seen that he would ruin everything mamma told me to put him in the pantry. A short time afterward I went to find him and he was behind some old barrels. I tried to persuade, scare or rather coax him out, but of no use. I put my hand after him and he bit a gash in my index finger. I let him loose and he ran away. I think he must have been quite a silly squirrel, don't you? One night dense clouds hung overhead and the owl's loud shrieks could be heard in a distant forest. On just such a night I was awakened by a ghost from peaceful slumber at 10:30 o'clock. I had retired at the early hour of 10 p. m. As I was sleeping something made a noise at my window. Lo! a body could be outlined , just the size of a skunk's, though its being so dark prevented me recognizing it satisfactorily. I lay perfectly still and watched it try to go higher. He couldn't advance rapidly. Seeing it was determined to go higher if not molested I said "Scat! Scat!! Scat!!!" He leaped over my bed. After this great performance I got up and went into another room for a light, so the "gentleman" could be made to "hustle." I didn't care to make my abode longer with such a monster. Before going after a light I said "Scat! Scat!! Scat!!!" again, to make sure my prey was in the room. He could be heard running about on the floor. When I came with the light I looked all about everywhere, and no ghost or cat could be seen. Was it a ghost? What does Miss Big Bonnet think it was? Allow me to say a word to Mr. Big Hat and cousins. I thank Mr. Big Hat for printing my letters, some of which have been tedious for our little editor, they were so badly written. I have received your picture of which I am very proud. After a long vacation of happy days spent with the dear cousins and friends I shall soon take my departure for Louisville, Ky., only to be involved in voluminous text books. I'm sorry to hear of so many mishaps among the cousins and quite a number are suffering from unavoidable maladies. I hope they will soon recover. I started to write the cousins something about metals and their value, but thought of Little Miss Big Bonnet, but if I can find time I will yet write on the subject. Fearing that I may be intruding on some cousin's and Mr. Big Hat's valuable time I make my exit.


FLETCHER ROGERS, Belcherville, Montague Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: After remaining quiet for about two years I have come to the conclusion that I must write to Mr. Big Hat oftener. I was reading The Dallas News this evening and I saw a letter from Paula Evans. I was somewhat surprised to see a letter from her, but glad to see that she had written to The News. Well, as it is the custom, I believe, to tell what one studies I will say that I study algebra, Latin, rhetoric, geometry and civil government. I am in the ninth grade. I also notice that everybody has a description of his or her home, so here is mine: I live in the town of Belcherville. It numbers about 2000 inhabitants and is situated on the Missouri, Kansas and Texas railroad. It is four miles from Red river. The town is situated on a prairie with timber to the east and south. I saw in one of the letters the statement that girls had as many adventures as boys. I will tell you one of mine. I went duck hunting the other day and as I approached the tank I saw about twenty-five ducks in the water. I got off my pony, for I have the nicest little pony in existence, I reckon; her name is Nellie. As I was saying, I got down and crawled through the grass until I was within good range, then let them have it. I killed one and wounded another, and as he was about to get away I started to wade across a little neck of the tank (I had on boots). The first step was all right, but the next step I went in above the knees. Whoop!! I tell you it was cold. I waded on across and got my ducks and started for home, but I was nearly frozen before I got there. So you see, girls, adventures aren't always so funny, are they? I have seen so many letters in which the writer said, "I was at the fair." Well, I can say the same. Now I shouldn't wonder if I saw some of the cousins there. I think next year we should all wear a certain kind of badge so as to know each other. I also saw the flying lady. It was very queer. Oris, I have a bicycle and like you I sometimes get a tumble and it seems very funny to the lookers on. Here are some of my feats: Riding on one pedal with one foot, riding without holding to the handles, standing up one the seat and sitting sideways. My mater says it is time to stop. I am 16 years old and of the masculine gender. I solicit correspondence.


ANDY BURTON, Frost, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been a reader of the cousins' department for a long time, but never have written before. I live in Frost, a nice little town on the Cotton Belt railroad. We have about 500 inhabitants, one bank, two churches, two barber shops and about twenty dry goods and grocery houses. I am not going to school now, but will start on the 19th of this month. We have a large school here. Well, cousins, I think if Herbert Taylor is still on his buzzard he struck a cold climate by this time. I think he was in the middle of a bad fix, anyway, don't you? Mr. Big Hat, please don't cram this into the waste basket. I will try to do better next time. Love to all the cousins.


FLORENCE GIDDENS, Dundee, Archer Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and all the cousins: Are we not a large band? Wonder how many families receive The Semi-Weekly News? I don't expect any of the cousins remember me. I can't remember all of them, but I have remembered those who have asked for sympathy. How sweet it is to be remembered? But, as the song says: "We are only remembered by what we have done." There are two kinds of ways we can be remembered, too. A robber is remembered, but how? If we could only be near those sufferers and speak a few kind words to them! For "kind words can never die."

          "Like childhood's simple rhymes,
          Told over a thousand times,
          Go thro' all years and climes
          The heart to cheer."

Mr. Big Hat, your letter was so nice and so poetic, that it made me ashamed of mine. We had a competition on Texas the other day and I was glad then that I had studied about Texas. It helped me very much. John Handly, you wrote such a nice letter. I thought you must be a girl until I glanced at your name. You did exceedingly well -- for a boy! Sallie, when next you come, bring your chicken. Maud Carson, I always enjoy your letters so much. My sister is named Blanche, too. Thomas Whittington, your letter was splendid; do write again. Now, cousins, I am going to make this proposition. I expect a great many of you have the back numbers of The News. If you will send me any of my published letters, I, in return, will send you any of yours that I have. I have written nine times.


BENTON S. COOPER, Clifton, Bosque Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my third letter to The News. Papa has been taking the grand old paper for over two years, and he considers it the best paper published. I enjoy reading the cousins' letters; some of them are so interesting. I will describe the place where I live. It is in the beautiful valley of the Bosque river. The land is very fertile. We raise wheat, oats, millet, corn, cotton and a variety of garden vegetables. Our house is situated on the south side of a small creek called Meridian creek. South of the house is a live oak thicket, west is a series of mountains, east is almost a level valley. Clifton, our postoffice, is about four miles southeast of where we live. It is beautifully situated on the Bosque river, and numbers about 500 inhabitants and is rapidly increasing. Cousins, how many of you like to go to school? I, for one. But I have not gone any this season. I have two brothers and one sister going. The schoolhouse is called Rocky Point and is on the north bank of Meridian creek, about a quarter of a mile from where we live. The school started the 4th of November. Our teacher taught the school last year. I think she is the best teacher I ever went to. Boys, do any of you ever go hunting? I have a shotgun and have some fall hunts. My brother, Andrew, younger than I, has just begun to learn to shoot. We went hunting about two weeks ago and killed two squirrels and one bird. Mr. Big Hat, why don't you put Miss Big Bonnet's picture in the cousins' department? I guess I had better stop, and if this escapes Peggy, and the waste basket I will come again some other time. Hurrah for the grand old News! Three cheers for the cousins!


OLLIE B. DAWDY, Hutchins, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Hello, cousins! I have just returned from a visit to my sister in Parker county. I left home Oct. 19 and arrived at Weatherford the day following, and was met by my brother-in-law, after which I was taken by wagon to their home. I stayed six days, and you know after an absence of seven years from my sister, these days were very enjoyable. The country surrounding Weatherford is noted for its rocky hills and timbered low grounds, with spots now and then cleared out for farms. I saw miles and miles of rock fences, something I never saw before, and also rock barns; and in my sister's orchard I viewed orange trees growing as if they were acclimated; also white dewberries, which was something I am not used to seeing. I must say I don't think the people die there, neither do their forests decay when they fall, but petrify and turn to rock, to be viewed by the generations to come. I brought home with me some of the curious rocks and severed pieces of a petrified tree. The tree that I got my pieces off of was as large as my body and so awful hard we had to take an ax to break it up with. I took two knots from the tree, which are very hard and look as if they were real knots. As I said before, my visit was one to be enjoyed, for my nieces and myself took many strolls through the woods and over the country, talking over old times and having a jolly visit. But I am about to forget to tell about the wedding of my niece. Everybody was in a stir from Monday till Thursday, cooking and fixing up nice things for a big supper. About 5 o'clock in the evening of Oct. 24 the guests began to come until at 7 (for that was the time set) there were about 100 people there. It was an occasion long to be remembered. After the wedding a delicious supper was served, and everybody had a good time. Well, Mr. Big Hat, now that I have told you about my visit, I will tell you something about my life. I am 18 years of age and live on a farm. I have never been to school much, but I am trying to make a useful man. I learned to write at home, mostly by letter-writing, and to spell by reading books and papers. I am going to graduate if I can and be worth something, too. I believe, cousins, that each of us has a work, and each of us should endeavor to do his or her part, and that is to make good and useful men and women, so that we can take the burdens from the shoulders of our fathers and mothers and keep the wheel of fortune still moving.


DUCIA WYATT, Hewitt, Indian Territory > Carter Co., Okla. -- Mr. Big Hat: With great pleasure this beautiful evening I will write a few lines to the Cozy Corner for the first time. I will not try to write a long letter. I enjoy reading the cousins letters exceedingly well. I thank the editor very much for giving us young ones the opportunity to chat with each other through his valuable paper. I am here in the territory visiting my sister. I am enjoying my visit here much better than I anticipated. My home is in the Lone Star state. Cousins, those of you who have never visited the territory, do not know the pleasure it is. Mr. Big Hat, I do not think you ought to require us girls to tell our ages, as I am somewhat timid in telling mine. I will give you and the cousins a problem, so if you all wish to solve it you may be able to tell my age: The difference between my age and my father's is 66 2-3 per cent of my mother's age. The difference between my father's and my mother's age is 7 1-7 per cent of the difference between my father's age and mine, and 12 1/2 per cent of my [age?]. My mother is 42 years old. How old am I?


MAY MIXSON, Bruceville, McLennan Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: It has been very near a month since you last heard from me, and it may be that some of the cousins would like to hear from me again. It has been raining a good deal here lately, and it looks as if we would have more yet. My brothers and I go to school horseback. How many of the cousins ride to school? I think it is real nice except in freezing weather. I don't mind going through the rain when it is not cold. I hear some of the cousins talking as if Bessie Bee was going away. I did not see anything about it in the papers. Lelia Du Bose, one of our Rising Sun cousins has come down to our little town and is attending school here. I don't mind if a stranger reads my letters, but I feel kind of embarrassed when any one I know reads them. Hedwig Paula, come again. You write a real interesting letter, and also "Little Miss Big Bonnet." Cousins, I think we ought to take very near as much interest in Miss Big Bonnet as we do in Mr. Big Hat, and if Mr. Big Hat don't watch out we will run the whole thing in Miss Big Bonnet's name, and then Mr. Big Hat would feel slighted. I will feel real thankful if I win a prize in the Summer School. The Dallas Fair is over, and how many of the cousins went? If any of you went and saw Mr. Big Hat, we want you to describe him to us. I'm satisfied if you did see him, that he was nothing at all like his picture. I will not say if this letter is printed, I will write again and not write quite so long a letter. I would be more liable to say that if it was printed, I would write a longer one next time. Miss Big Bonnet, we are sorry you had such bad luck with your dolls. I would hate for my dolls to be used that way. Mr. Big Hat, how many scholars did you have in the Summer School? If I had to guess about it, I would guess that you had 200 or more. I have written a good many letters to The News, but Peggy never did get any of them. Still, that is no sign that she won't get one before I get through writing.


ELMER DAVIS, Tacitus, Haskell Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I will endeavor to write another mess for Peggy. My fingers are thawed out, that have been so numb with cold from our recent cold snap, snow, etc. We have had about three inches of snow, and I'll tell you it felt like the old woman's goose feathers. Well, cousins, christmas is coming. How many of you are preparing for it? There is not much preparation being made for it here. I am proud to say that some of the cousins write some awfully interesting letters. Mary West, write often. I once lived pretty close to Honey Grove. I lived at Gober. Rudolph Bollier, come again. I enjoy reading your hunting stories very much. Lawrence Fountain, write oftener. Don't sleep so long. We chaps have got to wake up or the girls are going to get so far ahead of us we will never catch up, but I believe some of the girls are getting sleepy, if I may express it that way, and we will play the tortoise and catch up while they are asleep. Cousins, I don't believe in ghosts, at least I never saw a real ghost, and what's more, I don't want to see one, for I know they are ugly varmints. Will some of the cousins be so kind as to tell me the population of the world? Bertha Reed, you and Ethel Pearce come again. We haven't heard from you in some time. Jeremy Duncan, come again. I am a little inclined to be with Odis Riddle in regard to old maids. While there is one once in a great while that is all right, there are almost one hundred and seventeen to one that are ready to slap you down if you say or do anything out of the way, and so far as a fairy making an old maid out of us, Odis, we need not be uneasy about that these days, and I don't give the old bachelor any more credit than I do the old maids. Mr. Big Hat, I have one of your photos and would like very much to have Miss Big Bonnett's, also Peggy's, but if the latter eats this he won't make any impression, much less a picture.


FORBIE WHITTINGTON, Hooks Switch, Hardin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes a little girl 8 years old to join your band. As I have never written to you before I hope you have Peggy staked out. If he does not get this letter I will write again before long. I have one brother. His name is Rufe. I go to school and I think I learn very fast. I study third reader, arithmetic and spelling. I have one pet dog, one cat and two pigs.


BIRDIE MAUDE COATES, Galveston, Galveston Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you allow me to enter the Cozy Corner? I am 9 years old. Last Sunday was my birthday. The idea of my writing this letter was put into my head by seeing a letter from Dallas from Bessie Nell Beach. She says she is the daughter of a printer on The Morning News. I also am the daughter of a printer on The Morning News -- Galveston Daily News. My papa does not work a machine. He has charge of The Semi-Weekly News. Yes, the machines are great curiosities. I have seen them at work many times. I go to the office often. I also went to a fair at Dickinson Wednesday. I was much pleased. It is the first one I ever saw. I saw many things of interest. When I wrote again I may tell of some of the things I saw. I go to the Rosenberg school. I am in the low third grade and study arithmetic, language, reading, writing, music, spelling and drawing. I like my teacher very much. My papa does not know that I am writing this letter. He will be surprised when he sees it.


LAURETTA FAUST, Floresville, Wilson Co., Tex. -- Dear Big Hat, Little Bonnet, cousins and Peggy: How do you do? Some of the cousins are members of the "Cousins' League" in the Farm and Ranch, and still they say they do not like it.  Of course, it is not as good as the Cozy Corner, I'll admit, but I don't suppose it is as old as the Cozy Corner. One cousin, in the last News, said that the girls in the Cousins' League were proposing to knock the boys out.  Now, my dear little cousins, if you have been reading the Cousins' League all the time, I'd think that you would know that Aunt Sallie told the cousins that they might get up a friendly rivalry because the boys would not want to see the girls get ahead of them, and so, they would try all the harder then, to keep the girls from knocking them out of the league.  In the last letter I wrote to the Cozy Corner, I said I didn't think boys were any account, but I have found out better now.  I think the Cozy Corner would be a very dull place if it had no boys in it.  Of course, the girls' letters are very nice and instructive, but they lack the wit and fun of the boys' letters.  The witty letters of the boys and the nice long letters of the girls make the Cozy Corner very interesting.  I haven't seen any letters from the Bowman cousins in a long time.  Write again, you three Bowmans, we miss your letters, don't we, cousins?  That boy with a girl's name writes a good letter.  I believe his name is Isadore.  Cousin Ned Morris writes a good letter, and so does Cousin Mary Battersby.  Both of you come again.  I am personally acquainted with Cousin Mary Battersby.  We do not live more than a mile and a half apart.  I like to hear from those girls that are off at boarding schools.  I'd like them to tell about their schools, as I want to learn all about them.  I'll go off to school next year, I suppose.  I have a friend going to the Sam Houston normal school.  I had a letter from her yesterday and she says she likes it splendidly.  Her name is Miss Zannie Wintere[?].  The school I think I would like best, is Add-Ran college.  I always imagined that I would like a denominational school, and as Add-Ran is conducted by the church of my choice, although I don't belong to the church, I prefer going to it.  Well, Mr. Big Hat, as several of the other cousins told about their summer trips I will tell about mine, provided you don't care.  I went with another friend in August to Corpus Christi.  Oh, it is just a lovely place.  Part of the town is on top of a hill or bluff and part under the hill. All the business houses are under the hill, though.  It is right on the bay and the sea breeze is very strong and refreshing.  Every morning and evening, chiefly in the evening, though, the bathroom is thronged with bathers and in a few minutes there is a crowd of them in the bay.  The water feels very agreeable as long as you keep it out of your mouth, nose and eyes.  You have to watch closely or a wave will take you under and when you catch your breath you are sure to swallow a lot of salt water, and if you think salt water is good you are more than mistaken.  We only stayed nine days and I was thankful when the nine days were out, for I was getting a little home sick.  That was the longest I was ever away from mamma. But after all I had a lovely time.  Well, Mr. Big Hat, I would tell you something about my pets and their ways, but I now some of the girls would have something to say about it, so I won't do it.  I like pets of all kinds and love to read of them in the Youth's Companion.  It has so many nice stories of animals in it.  Now, Peggy, let me whisper a word in your ear: If you eat this letter I'll put Rough on Rats on the next one.  I will ask a question and close: If Mr. Big Hat was a young lady, what would his name be?


ELLEN POLLARD, Abbott, Hill Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: Will you give me room in your department this morning to chat with the little folks awhile? Well, cousins, how many of our anticipations for a grand time on thanksgiving day were fulfilled? How many think it is right to give thanks for the many good things that are given us during the year? The summer is gone, leaving behind it a rich harvest. The autumn has filled the barns and granaries everywhere to the very eaves and the cellars are overflowing with the fruits of the earth. What good reason have we American people, and especially the farming people, to be grateful? Surely our path is pleasant and our hearts should be filled with prayer and happiness. The earliest recorded thanksgiving was observed in the country in 1621 when the first fruits of weary toil were harvested by the Plymouth colony. Gov. Bradford sent out men to get wild fowl to help out the feast, full of gratitude for preservation and for the scanty harvest they had wrung from the stony soil. These brave ancestors of ours lifted up their hearts and voices in thankfulness to God. Brave men they were, hopeful, full of endurance, fervor and energy. Think of the times in which they lived. On the bleak Atlantic coast, with winter approaching and insufficient fuel, they were housed but poorly, the bitter winds creeping in at every crack and crevice of their hastily built dwellings. The Indians were crafty and furious in their onslaughts and were constantly present that men dared not cross their thresholds without a gun in hand, and women lived in a state of watchful terror. Food was scanty and perils threatened on every side. What a contrast to-day between that handful of hardy men and the rich and powerful nation that has sprung from them! The land is at peace, our enemies are conquered. We are now housed, clothed, fed and justly governed. Peace and plenty and prosperity reign through the land. Haven't we much more to be thankful for than our ancestors had? Let us also be thankful that we have houses with fathers and mothers to love and to love us, and that work and health gives us joy and no enemy threatens us on every side we look.


CARRIE FINLAY, Graham, Young Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been reading the letters the little cousins write you for some time, and have decided to write you myself. I do not go to school -- have never gone; but mamma teaches me at home. I am only 7 years of age. I study geography, arithmetic, spelling and reading, also music. I like geography best of all my studies, especially map questions. When I get through my lesson I amuse myself finding cities and towns upon the map, and by the use of the "scale of miles" I find how far they are from each other. I have no sisters and just one little brother. We have nice times together. He is just 3 years of age. We both have just one pet apiece. He has a little kitten and I have a Maltese cat. I love to play with dolls. When I go to practice my little brother, Oscar, gets at the piano and bangs and sings away as big.


BERTA DARDEN, Era, Cooke Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes another stranger gently tapping at the entrance of your Cozy Corner. I have been reading the cousins' letters, and like them very much. My father is a farmer. I live two miles and a half from Era. I have two brothers and one sister. Mr. Big Hat, we have had very bad luck. Our house was burned not very long ago. We were in the cotton patch when it caught on fire. Oh, you can't imagine how frightened I was when I looked up and saw the flames coming out of the doors and windows! May Sandel, you write a very sweet letter. I started to school last Monday, but didn't go but a week, on account of measles. Johnnie Price, the bloomers served you badly. If they served every one as they did you there would be some fatal accident every day.


CARRIE TRIBE, Shepherd, San Jacinto Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you allow a little girl of 12 to join your happy band of little men and women? We used to live in a very pretty little town, Sussex, New Brunswick, Canada. But about four years ago we moved to San Antonio, and remained there till last March. Then we moved to Shepherd, Tex., among the magnolias and pine. Papa burnt a brick kiln, and he burnt a great many bricks. The fire was the prettiest sight I ever saw, its blaze went away up. It stayed hot for a week afterward. At the time of the burning we had a large croquet party and had lots of fun.


CLINTON REAMS, Click, Llano Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I thought I would try my hand for the third time in my life, as Peggy ate my others. I hope Peggy will not be hungry this time, and I can see this in The News. We had a nice rain the other day. I enjoyed it very much. I live in the mountains. I t is very rocky. In the Cedar mountains there is a cave with two prongs. I have been all over it. There have been human bones found in it. Mr. Big Hat, you ought to have been with us when we went pecan hunting. My age is 11 years.


EULA WOOD, Sonora, Sutton Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As to-day is Sunday and I have nothing else to do, I will try to write to your department. I wrote you a letter some time ago, but did not have courage enough to send it off. I live on a ranch twenty miles south of Sonora, the county seat of Sutton county. I never went to school very much, and have not been any since I was 11 years old, and now I am 14. I have never studied history or grammar. I love to go to school, but don't expect I will get to go any more. I am going to try to improve every golden moment studying and writing to Mr. Big Hat. Jeremy Duncan, I will send you some chaparal soon. There is an evergreen bush that grows on the hills out here that the Mexicans call "frijoli," I believe, but some people call it mountain laurel. There is some fancy willow grows along the creeks that has a reddish-purple sort of flower, shaped something like the balmonia flower. Mabel Sweetman, come again, you write such good letters.


BESSIE NELSON BEACH, Dallas, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Every time I read the little folks' department in The News it makes me want to write. This is my second letter to the Cozy Corner. I have not seen my first letter in the paper yet. My papa says he thinks it has not had time, but I fear Peggy has devoured it. I have just returned from the country. I have been to my aunt's, who lives just three miles from Alvarado. My aunt has such a sweet little baby. I have no brother or sister living. When I go to the country I have so much fun riding horseback. I tried to milk the cows while I was out there, but did not succeed. I told you in my first letter my age, but for fear Peggy has gotten it I will tell it to you again. My age is 10 years. I would like so much to write to the "Cozy Corner" every week, but I know Peggy would get most of my letters, for Mr. Big Hat says he has more letters now than he can publish. A friend of mine stayed all night with us last Friday and Saturday nights and went home Sunday evening. We played dolls and had so much fun. I partly agree with Norman McIver in regard to girls being easily frightened. I acknowledge that we are afraid of bugs and mice, but I am most sure some of us are afraid of a poor, innocent toad. I am afraid I have made my letter too long already, so I will close by trying to answer some of the questions that were asked, and ask a riddle myself. The battle of Manassas was the first battle fought between the north and south, and the south won it. Gen. Grant was not killed, but died from a cancer of the throat, caused, it is said, by too much smoking. Elijah and Enoch were the two people that were born and never died. Now I will ask my riddle, and if none of the cousins can guess it I will explain it the next time I write: What is it that every one asks the same question and it tells every one the truth, but tells no two people the same thing?


EMMA MELTON, Hewitt, Indian Territory > Carter Co., Okla. -- Good morning, Mr. Big Hat and cousins! Here comes another little 7-year-old girl who wishes to join your Cozy Corner. Papa takes your valuable paper. I can not read much, but I dearly love to hear Mamma read the letters from the cousins. Two of my aunt[s] are visiting us from Texas. I went to Healdton with papa and Aunt Ella to-day. I have only one sister. Her name is Fannie. She is 3 years old and knows all of her letters. Papa says he wants to move to Texas next year, so we can go to school. We do not have good schools here. Oh, cousins, I must not forget to tell you about Santa Claus coming so early. Sister and I thought last night that if we would hang our stockings up maybe Santa Claus would visit us. They all laughed at us, but sure enough, when we went to put on our stockings, what did we find but a little gold locket apiece! I never was any prouder in my life. Good-day until I practice writing more. If Peggy gets this I am in hopes it will choke him until he spits it up.


CHARLIE BENJAMIN GREENWOOD, Corsicana, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt at writing for the cousins' column, and if Peggy gets this he will be done for. Some of the cousins write very entertaining and instructive letters. I admired Mattie Callahan's letter very much. Cousins Rudolph Bollier and Lawrence Fountain, you stay away too long, and as for our aerial excursionist, we will look for him as soon as he lands. I hope he will come down softly. It is time the balance of the Nimrods were abroad again. It is raining here to-day and I have had a very gloomy time of it except during the time I was reading "Lorna Doone." I think it is excellent. I agree with Annie Lee Smith as to how we ought to read. We ought to give our whole thought to what we are reading, and study to find the beauties and faults of the language used. It cultivates our taste and enables us to enjoy things which others pass over without expecting the least pleasure. I enjoy reading and read all the books I can get hold of, except, of course, the cheap novel and story paper class. I like Longfellow best as a poet, although I think Edgar Allan Poe's "Raven" almost as good as anything I ever read. I always think of his life with feelings of sadness and regret that such a genius should have had such an ending, and so soon. Our school has begun, but I will not get to attend this term.


LEONA TODD, Rice, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I ask permission to join the Cozy Corner. This is my first letter to Mr. Big Hat. I am a little girl, 12 years old. I live two miles from Rice. It is a pretty little town. It has eleven stores, two churches, a college, two wood shops, a meat shop, one gun shop, two blacksmith shops, one barber shop, etc. I am going to start to school Monday if the weather is fit. I will come again if Peggy's mouth doesn't catch this. Mr. Big Hat, won't you come and spend christmas with us? We are going to have a christmas tree in the church. Cousins, how many of you like to go to Sunday school? I for one. I won the prize in September. It was a nice Bible. My teacher gave it to me.


ELLIE MAY BUTLER, Sivell's Bend, Cooke Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write and I hope Peggy won't get it. I am studying spelling, grammar, geography, arithmetic and United States history. I will ask a question in geography: When was Alaska purchased from Russia? Tell Herbert Taylor I hope the buzzard will stop. One of the schoolboys preached yesterday for fun. He baptized two sticks; one was named Henry and the other Jane. Some of the girls said it looked like the Salvation Army. He had all the school girls hanging onto his coattail. He said he had a good sermon to preach to-day.


TOM HOOD, Cade, Navarro Co., Tex. -- Good morning, Mr. Big Hat! I am at the door again, for the fourth time. We are through picking cotton and I am going to start to school this week. We have a very good school. I think I will like my teacher very well. We have a nice Sunday school, but it rained so to-day that we didn't have any. We have just finished our new chimney. Mr. Big Hat, if you will come down this winter we will roast a big turkey and hunt. We have a fine bird dog and plenty of birds to hunt and a $60 gun to shoot with and a new chimney to warm by.


IDA HINE, Carlton, Hamilton Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write to the Cozy Corner, but I expect Peggy will get it. I have been picking cotton all the fall. The most I picked in a day was 216 pounds. Our school will commence the first Monday in December. How the department has increased in the last year! I am always glad when Saturday comes, for I get to read the dear old News. I like Mr. Big Hat's letters; they are so instructive. Cousins, how did you like Mr. Big Hat's piece about his pet chicken, Hannibal? I think it just splendid. Little Miss Big Bonnet, you must come again. I liked your letter very much. Johnnie Price, you write an interesting letter, and also Rudolph Bollier. Girls, don't run the boys down so; they are doing their best. I will ask a riddle: "Crooked as a rainbow, teeth like a cat; guess all your life and you can't guess that." Cousins, what are you all going to do christmas? I am expecting a fine time. We are going to have a christmas tree at Gilmore.


J. C. MILLER, Hamilton, Hamilton Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I wonder if you will let another Hamiltonian join your happy band? I am 16 years of age and live in the town of Hamilton. It is a beautiful town of about 1500 inhabitants. It has no railroad, but expects one soon. Mary West, have you any relatives in my town? I think you have. I think you write very interesting letters. Bessie, come again. Rudolph, write more often. It seems as if we might get personally acquainted, as we are so near each other. Where and how far do you live from town? Annie Lee Smith, come often. Your letters are so nice. I wonder how many cousins got snow-balled the 25th of November? I did. It snowed a great deal down here, but it did not stay on the ground long. It would melt when it struck. As this is my first letter I will cease, for fear of Peggy and the basket, and if neither of them gets it I know the cousins will be tired of such a dull letter. I would be pleased to hear from any of the cousins, for fun and improvement.


LURA PARKER, Boyce, Ellis Co, Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: This is Sunday and nobody is home but my sister and I. We are lonesome, and the wind is blowing so cold that we can't walk about. I like to read the cousins' letters. Some of the cousins write such bright letters. I write to the Cousins' league. Mr. Big Hat, I think we ought to call you Miss Big Bonnet. Why don't you talk more? Aunt Sallie answers every one of the cousins. Well, since I began my letter two of my schoolmates came to see us and we had such a jolly time. While we were cooking dinner two negro men passed and Maggie, Luddie and I wanted my sister Mattie to lock the front door, and she said she didn't want to get so close to the road. The negroes didn't stop and then we laughed to think what cowards we had been. Mary Harwell, I think you will be 21 years old your next birthday. My little sister has never been to school, and yet she is ready for the third reader. She reads anything she wants to. When she was 4 years old she would speak at school. Mr. Big Hat, I think you ought to tell your age, for the cousins have guess enough at it. I have one quilt that has 1792 pieces in it. If Peggy don't get this and I am welcome I will write again. My age is between 10 and 16 years.


FLEM BROWN, Hubbard, Hill Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I said in my last letter that I would tell something that I had learned of the red men of the forest during my stay in their country. I do not know whether this will interest any one or not, but I must be as good as my word. This is the mode of burial among the Indians: When one of the family dies it is customary for the neighboring Indians to gather around the place. Then they dig a grave under the floor or in the yard, and then the corpse is placed in the coffin and put in the grave. They get all the clothes and the gun of the deceased (if he is a brave) and his knife and money and throw them in upon the coffin. Then they cover it up and build a pen around it, and if it is in the yard they cover it with boards or shingles. The Indians I knew were filthy and sly. The would all steal if they got a good chance. There are some exceptions among the more civilized tribes, of course. They are cruel to those they do not like, and true to their friends. There is some hope that they can be civilized and made useful. The white people are intermarrying with them so that there are nearly as many half and quarter-breed Indians as there are full-bloods. The half and quarter-breeds are as well advanced as most white people. They have schools and colleges to educate their children. But the full-bloods give way to the encroaching settlers until they have gotten back in the woods so far that they can not send to school, and would not if they could. They do not like their pale-faced neighbors, and it has well been said that "if the Indian does not give up his roving habits and learn to cultivate the soil he is doomed to destruction, for his land is nearly all settled and the game is gone, and when the government stops feeding him he will surely starve if he does not work. Fort Sill is the place where their food is issued to them. I never saw them fed, but a friend of mine stayed a month at the place, and he told me some odd things that he saw. He said the cattle were turned over to the Indians alive, but they soon had them killed, and some would eat the flesh raw. He said the dogs would be permitted to eat with them, and that it was sickening to watch the little Indians eat the entrails of the cows. They also eat polecats and tortoises, and relish them the same as we do chicken or squirrel. Indians delight in finery and will dress well if they do not have anything to eat. I guess this will make you all tired, but I can not write anything else that would interest you. I have had no experience in anything like writing letters to be published, but will try to do better the next time.


LEAT HILL, Lawn, Taylor Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Will you admit a frontier boy into your Cozy Corner? I live in the city of Lawn. This is the wildest place I ever lived in. There are eight dry goods stores, seven drug stores and twenty-five saloons. There is lots of drinking done here. The boys get drunk and shoot the town up. Last night they came by and three of them fired at our house and killed our old dog, which was on the gallery. Cousins, don't come to the west. Stay where you live in peace. It is dangerous to be safe here. I have been here but two months, and I don't think I shall stay much longer. I came from New Mexico here. I will tell the cousins of my rambles in the west. I don't like to live there, for there are too many wild animals. I carried a pistol all the time there. Panthers, bears, leopards, tigers and Indians are there. I was freighting there last year. I had 400 yoke of oxen. One time I was crossing a very deep canyon. When my front yokes had crossed the canyon they went on, and by this time my hind yokes were straightened up in the air about 300 feet. But when they were pulled to the bank they pulled like good fellows. A big snow fell as I came through. The trees were tall and thick and the snow fell on the tops, but did not fall through, so I fared fine. I staid three months under the snow. My oxen got fat, but I got hungry before I got out. When I got out I sold my oxen and come down a little farther and hunted the rest of the winter. I said to myself I would not wear any coat. So I wore lots of shirts. I only had two shirts on at first, but when a cold snap would come I would haul on another shirt. So when winter was over I commenced pulling off my shirts, and I pulled off 225 shirts. For fear I tire your patience I will not write more till John comes and tells me how Mexico is getting along. Then I will tell the cousins of his rambles in the far-off west.


ANNIE GRIMES, Jefferson, Marion Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here I come again. I would have written sooner, but mamma says I must not write so soon again, but give others a chance. I was pleased to see my other letter in print. All my friends said it was a nice letter, but too short, so I am going to try to write a longer one this time. I told you in my last letter I would be 8 years old the 11th of November. My birthday has come and passed, but I hope when I am 9 I will be able to write some nice letters like I have seen in The News. I saw my cousin, Lizzie May Roberts' name among the cousins who went to the Dallas fair. I never saw any letter from her, but I guess she wrote when I was not reading the cousins' letters. Write again, Lizzie May. I will be sure to see it, for I read every cousin's letter now, because I like them so. Mr. Big Hat, you must be very patient to read all our letters, and kind to print so many. Well, I must stop for fear Peggy might get me this time.


LAURA LYON, Denton, Denton Co., Tex. -- Good morning, Mr. Big Hat and cousins! Here comes a red-headed girl to the Cozy Corner, knocking for admittance to come in and chat a while this lonesome Sabbath morning. I have seen many nice letters in The News from the cousins, but none from the little town I live in. Mr. Big Hat, you write such nice letters. Little Miss Bonnet, you must come often. Girls, we must write better or the boys will get ahead of us. I go to two Sunday schools, one in the morning and one in the evening. I hope Johnnie Price, Katie Quimby and Myrtle Riggan will all come again. They write such nice letters. I wish I knew some of the cousins that write to The News so I could correspond with them. Let us tell what books we have been reading. I have read "Old Fashioned Girl," "Little Men," "Paul's Mountain Home" and others. Well, I will close by answering the questions Norman Niver asked: Adam and Eve were the two that died that were never born. Elijah and Enoch were the two that were born that never died. My age is between 10 and 14 years.

- December 15, 1895, The Dallas Morning News, p. 14.
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