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THE COZY CORNER
December 1, 1895


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.

[Mr. Big Hat's statement]:

     Of all the bright, cheery letters that have come to the department, none have been more welcome among the cousins than those from Dora Bennet, of Saltillo, Tex. Cousin Dora has been one of the "Little Men and Women" of The News for several years, and while her letters have always been helpful and hopeful in tone, yet, the sympathies of the cousins have been drawn out toward her because she is, and has been for years, a helpless cripple. She has been afflicted since a small child, and though now in her teens, is scarcely more than a child in appearance. She finds a great deal of enjoyment in life, however, and among her many pleasures, she says, she courts the cousins' kind remembrances of her in their letters. Writing to The News and reading the letters in Mr. Big Hat's department are sources of much enjoyment, and she writes the letters herself, very nicely, too, although her hands are crippled. She has a wheel chair, by which she is made very comfortable, and can get about to the house and yard. In her letters she never complains of the lack of many things children usually enjoy, but of which she is deprived by her crippled condition, but she tells of the kindness of her friends and of strangers, of her favorite books and studies, and that she considers herself very fortunate to be so well cared for and happy as she is. And indeed she should be. Were she blind, or deaf and dumb, she could scarcely enjoy so much of life.
     Have all the cousins read of Laura Bridgeman and Helen Keller, two very wonderful examples of how those deprived of the most important sense, can be trained to lead useful and happy lives? If not, Mr. Big Hat will tell the cousins about them more fully some other time. Laura Bridgeman was one of the first totally blind deaf mutes that obtained a thorough education. That was many years ago, for she has been dead quite a long time. Helen Keller is a young girl yet, about Dora's age. From the result of sickness when a baby, she can neither see, hear, taste nor smell, and yet she learns everything so rapidly -- music, languages and the sciences -- that she is considered a prodigy. They say she is a very happy, lively child, taking a keen interest in all her surroundings, which she can only perceive through the sense of touch, which is exceedingly sensitive.
     Mr. Big Hat thinks this little picture of Dora Bennett in her wheel chair, might be made a sweet thanksgiving lesson to all the cousins, no matter how situated. There is no one who would exchange good health and vigorous bodies for coveted wealth, if it must go hand and hand with suffering and affliction. Is there one who has not cause to be thankful?
     In sending subscriptions to the Sam Houston memorial stone fund, Mr. Big Hat wishes again to remind the cousins that The News will not be responsible for any money except as sent in stamps, checks, drafts, postoffice or express orders.


KELLIE BAKER, Granbury, Hood Co., Tex. -- Dear Mr. Big Hat and Little Bonnet: I wrote to you all after I got up from the fever. I told that I was going to see my brother in the country; now I will tell you what I have been doing since I came. I went out to see one of my little friends, across the Brazos river, and what a nice time I did have! Julia and I went haw hunting on horseback, and we got down to get some haws and like to never got up. Sunday two of my friends and I started home and got to the river and it was up, and of course we had to go back. Wednesday my brother came after me, and now I am at home again. I picked twenty-seven pounds of cotton this evening, and my back ached and I quit picking and started to the house. I met a friend of mine going to our house, and I went back to the cotton patch with her, and then came home and ironed my apron and dress, and then I got supper. After I came down, my brother was going to plow up the sweet potatoes, and told me if I would pick them up he would give me a quarter. After I got through he said he would give me two potatoes and send me home, but you may be right sure I got my part. I am going home in two weeks and start to school. My teacher is sure stuck on putting her scholars in the closet. Well, cousins, do any of you write to the Texas Farm and Ranch? I do, and I like Aunt Sallie's letters as well as Brother Big Hat's. The hardest night's work I ever did was counting the stars. Success to Brother Big Hat and Sister Little Bonnet.


LELLA DUBOSE, Bruceville, McLennan Co., Tex. -- Cousins: Tra, la, la, and how do you do? I know you all think I come rather often, but then I do love to write to the Cozy Corner so well. Peggy, I don't hear much about you now. I think you must have quit eating our letters, and the cousins have forgotten all about you. Or perhaps you have thrown Little Mr. Big Hat and he has sold you. I sincerely hope not, for if it were not for you, Mr. Big Hat and Little Miss Big Bonnet could not go riding. Herbert Taylor, I think you must have gotten tired of the department and quit writing. I hope you will write us a long and funny letter soon. Cousin Zada you must not be so timid, but write often to the Cozy Corner. I am sure all of the cousins will welcome you. Mr. Big Hat, I think you ought to tell the cousins your age, for you require us to tell ours. Well, cousins, christmas will soon be here, and what nice times we will have! At least some of us. I will not have as nice a time as I could wish, for I am not going home. It will be the first christmas I ever was from home. Bessie Bee, I know you can sympathize with me, for I heard that you were going off to school. Don't you think home is the sweetest place on earth? It holds charms that no other place can ever hold. Oh, dear! I must quit, for I can see that dreadful Peggy chewing on my letter now. I would like to correspond with some of the cousins from every state and country.


ADOLPH DREYER, Shiner, Lavaca Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write to you. I am a farmer's son, and live seven miles east of Shiner. My papa takes The News, and I love to read the cousins' letters. I have two pets, a little dog and a nice little colt which I call Tom. I go to school and study geography, spelling, United States history, grammar, translation, German reading and arithmetic. I have five brothers and three sisters. Four are married and the rest are single. As I have no spare time, I will close, hoping to have something more interesting the next time.


ISAAC N. WILLIAMS, JR., Mount Pleasant, Titus Co., Tex. -- I was 7 years old when I started to go to school. I went in the A B C class, and in nine months I went in the third reader. I got the medal last year because I knew my lessons best. It was a little gold book. My sister Annie nearly got the medal on her voice last June at Oak Cliff college, at Dallas. Everybody says she sings grand. Sister Annie went to the Dallas fair. She says it was a fine fair. I went to Wallace's circus. It was as good as could be -- the best circus that was ever here. My papa takes The News. Papa, mamma and Sister Annie think it is the best paper. Our courthouse burned down. I am 8 years old now. I want to see my letter in Big Hat's part.


JIM H. PIRTLE, Deport, Lamar Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I called around this afternoon to have a little chat with you all. This is my first attempt to write to The News, but I have been reading the cousins' letters long enough to become a cousin. I think the cousins have improved so much lately. I am so sorry that Cousin Bessie Bee can't be with us for one year's time. Come again, Cousin Jesse, I like to read you [sic] letters, as I expect to be a cowboy when I get big enough to ride. I think Cousin Rudolph Bollier is a lucky hunter, don't you, cousins? Oh, yes; I saw part of his game that he did not kill the last time he went hunting. It was a parrot. He flew up in a tree near my playhouse, with all his feathers singed off, and he kinder shook himself and remarked: "Pretty good trick, wonder what he is going to do next." I was always puzzled until Cousin Rudolph told his story of the hunt, and that cleared up the mystery. You see, the powder burned his feathers off. Come again, Miss Big Bonnet; I think your letters are really interesting. Who was it scared Mr. Big Hat? He doesn't write any more. I will close by wishing The News much success. I solicit correspondence. My age is 15 years.


PRINNIE TUCKER, Kerby, Hill Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat, Miss Big Bonnet and cousins: As this is a bright Sabbath morning and I am lonely I thought I would take a seat and chat a while with you all. Miss Big Bonnet, I enjoyed reading your letter very much last week. How fast the cousins are improving in their letters! I would be pleased if I could write such letters as Lilly Rowe, Abner Williams, Leilah Pelt and others. Bessie Bee, your letters will be missed.


FRANK ATCHESON, Terrell, Kaufman Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: As mamma always speaks of you as a woman I came very near addressing you Miss Big Hat. But I think you are a boy, so I will call you Mr. Big Hat. I think it is time you are growing some. You don't look any larger than you did several years ago. But you used to be little Mr. Big Hat and now it is only Mr. Big Hat. Cousins, the Farm and Ranch girls proposed to double up their fists and knock the boys out of their department, and were encouraged by their editor. I am glad our editor does not encourage such proceedings. I am glad our little quarrel between the girls and boys is ended. I hope never to be commenced again. We can watch the progress of the "Cousins' League" in Texas Farm and Ranch and see if there is any benefit to be derived from such a fist-cuff. Mr. Big Hat, you proposed to send me a shoe that Peggy dropped. That will be the very thing for my collection. Lawrence C. Fountain, you could hardly send me anything more suitable than an alligator tooth. I will start off to school at Keene, Tex., next week, and will be sorry to give up the cousins' letters. My address will be then Keene, Johnson county, Tex.


ORIS A. MULLINIX, Santa Ana, Orange Co., Calif. -- Mr. Big Hat and Miss Big Bonnet: I have been thinking for some time I would write you a letter, for I enjoy the letters from our friends. Please tell Master Oscar Winborne to make his visits oftener, as I love to hear "Injin" stories, more especially the true ones, and then Oscar and I used to be schoolmates together. I guess that's why. I also enjoyed little Miss Harrington's letter from my dear old home, Midland. Come again, Pearle. Let me tell you of our lovely country. I often go up and watch them canning fruit. This "pure California fruit" you all so often hear of -- perhaps the very fruit you all eat. And it is a curiosity to see them hulling these butter beans. It is done by horse power, and the beans rush down one way while the hulls go another. It is quite nice to see them packing oranges, drying all kinds of fruits, picking walnuts and getting them ready for market. I often wish my friends could eat nuts and oranges with me. I have missed four weeks of school on account of having sore eyes. I am only 10 years old and am in the sixth grade. I have a bicycle. Oh, how I do enjoy riding it. My sister, Florence, and I have big times having "wheel circus," and it is a circus when I fall, and she has some fun at my expense.


MARIZA FORNARICH, Galveston, Galveston Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been wanting to write you a letter for some time to be published in the column "For Little Men and Women." I have two dolls and have named them Lillie and Sadie. I make all their dresses myself and go to school and am rapidly learning. I help mamma in the house by washing dishes. I have a cat for my pet, and the cat's name is Minnie.


MAY BOREN, Addington, Indian Territory > Jefferson Co., Okla. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins; I have never seen a letter from this part of the country, so I thought I would write. Papa takes The News, and I have been reading the cousins' letters a good while. I enjoy them splendidly. I will be 14 the 27th of November. I have no pets except a nice black pony. I have two brothers and a little sister, 7 years old. I help mamma do all the housework. My papa is a farmer. We have been here one year this fall. I like it very well, though I would like very much to visit Texas. I stayed with my aunt in Henrietta, Tex., last winter. I have some cousins coming here from Georgia before long. I like to hear them talk of the old state. There is so much difference between it and our western country.


VELMA FLETCHER, Lisbon, Dallas Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here comes a little girl asking admittance to join your band. I have been a reader of the cousins' letters for some time, and thought I would write myself to-night. Two of my lady friends visited me this evening, and I am sure that no three girls ever had a happier time. I do wonder if Herbert Taylor has got to the north pole yet. I don't suppose it is worth while to ask him, for if he is as high up as he said he was he surely won't get the paper. This is my first attempt to write to The News. My age is 15 years.


FRANKIE RETTIG, Garrison, Nacogdoches Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: You may have forgotten me, as it has been almost two years since I wrote a letter. Then I lived in Baird, Tex., now I live in Garrison, Tex. I spent the summer in Baird with my auntie. She is the dearest auntie in the world. I helped her raise lots of turkeys. Auntie gave me a little pet turkey. I named her Trixy. She knew me and would follow me all over the place. Mamma, papa and my little sister and brothers came to take me home. We had a long, pleasant trip going to see so many kinfolks in Weatherford and Wynnewood, I. T. Then we were glad to get home again. I was 9 years old this month. I am going to school and am so much pleased with my teacher. I am sorry to see Friday come. If you think this will do to print I will write again. My papa takes The News, and I always read the cousins' letters.


MAUD FOY, McKinney, Collin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have let a few weeks elapse since I last wrote. I started to school the 4th day of November, and I am going to study hard. I did not go to the fair, but I hope the cousins that did enjoyed it. I wish I could write as good a letter as Abner Williams. He writes a splendid letter and I hope he will come again. Nannie Eubanks, I received your letter. We have the seven-star quilt pattern, but you can send the Euclid star pattern. I will send you both the double bowknot and the brass-eyed baby patterns. Nannie, you must be sure to write to The News. All of the cousins would be glad to read your letter. Hedwig, haven't you and Eva Beville received those quilt patterns? I sent them. Annie Murrah, have you received the pieces I sent you? Herbert Taylor, I believe I would rather have gone home and got a whipping than to be sailing on a buzzard's back. If the buzzard happens to come this way maybe I will see you. My studies are fourth reader, word book, grammar, United States history, arithmetic and geography. Mr. Big Hat, papa says he thinks he saw you in McKinney week before last. Were you there? Nellie G. Tabor, I will answer your questions: J. Pinkney Henderson was the first governor of Texas. Austin, the capital of Texas, is situated in Travis county, Texas.


LOUIS DOTSON, Garrison, Nacogdoches Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat: I am a little boy almost 9 years old. This is my first letter to you, and if you print this one I will be sure to write again. Papa takes your Cozy Corner. I often read the cousins' letters. Some of them are very nice. I am going to school and learning fast. I have a good, kind teacher, and the scholars all love her much. We have two Jersey cows and get all the milk and butter we can use. I am gathering hickory nuts to put up for winter. There are a great many here. Good night, Mr. Big Hat, for I am getting sleepy.


JACQUETTE RYPINSKI, Bryan, Brazos Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here I am again. This is my second letter to the Cozy Corner, but I have been reading the letters for a long time, and never once thought of joining your happy band. Cousin Hedwig Pfeffer, your answer to my riddle is not right. Herbert Taylor, your fairy tale about your ride upon the buzzard's back was real nice. I am well acquainted with Cousins Adelia and Nellie, as Cousin Adelia has stated in her letter, and I am glad to see that I am not the only one who is writing from Bryan. So many of the girls say the boys are beating us. The only reason why I see the boys are beating us is that they have more adventures than we do. They can tell what kind of times they had camping along the banks of rivers or of going hunting and fishing, or of something like that, for they have more fun than we do in that way. I have six brothers. I have a cousin living in Bryan who has four sisters younger than she is and three brothers, while I have five brothers and one sister younger and one brother and one sister older. But I would not exchange my brothers for all of the sisters in town. It is not because they are good, but because I would rather have them boys than girls. There is less work to do for the boys than for the girls. With girls you have to be forever primping and crimping, where for boys you can put on two or three pieces and they are dressed. But our family of boys are as mischievous as any other boys. Talking about old maids and bachelors, to my notion old maids are not as disagreeable as bachelors. Old maids are kinder and happier. Our school examinations begin next week. Christmas will soon be here; it is traveling real fast. I must tell Mr. Big Hat and the cousins good-bye for this time and study my lesson for the next division.


JACK WARDEN, McKinney, Tex. - Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I never paid much attention to your well gotten-up Cozy Corner till last Sunday (Nov. 10), at which time I was reading The News and noticed Allen Berryman's letter. I think Allen is a good yarn spinner and ought to learn how to weave. You never heard of me before, I don't reckon, but that does not matter, as I can write, and then we can know more of each other. The stories in last week's paper were grand, and as I am a great reader, I wish for a few more. I send two questions I would like to know, but as this is my first letter I will not ask hard questions, for you must remember the old saying, "Fools can ask questions, but it takes wise men to answer them." Well, here are the questions: How often is money coined? What was the most northern point ever reached by man?


ALICE VALENTINE, Joshua, Johnson Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here I come again. I have been thinking ever since I wrote before that I would write to Mr. Big Hat, but I didn't have anything to write. Miss Big Bonnet, why don't you write again? I like to read your letters. You had real bad luck with your doll. Mr. Big Hat, I think you are awfully good to print all of the letters that come to you. Our school commenced the 4th of November. Girls, if we don't hurry, we are not going to have any chance to call the boys "sleepy heads." How many of the girls can piece quilts? I for one. I have three ready to quilt. I did not go to the fair. I am sorry for you, Cousin Herbert. I hope you will soon get to earth, so you can write again. I guess that your mamma and papa will be so glad to get you back that they won't think of whipping you. If I could write as well as some I would write often. Maud Fay [Foy], I wish you would send me your quilt pattern. Adelia Tabor, I will answer your question. It was one man that took a pear, and his name was Elach. My sister is going to write next time. I will ask a question: Where is walking stick first mentioned in the Bible?


PAULA EVANS, Nocona, Montague Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Here is another little girl who wants to join your happy band. I have been reading the cousins' letters and liked them so much that I thought I would write to you and see if you would publish my letter. Some of the cousins write such interesting letters. I think Lawrence C. Fountain writes nice letters and so does Myrtle Kirk. I am 12 years old, and am in the ninth grade. I study Latin and I like it very much. I am glad some of the other cousins study Latin. I go to the Methodist Sunday school. I hope Miss Big Bonnet will come again. All of the cousins like her so much. I have not noticed any letters from Nocona, but perhaps you will receive some. Nellie Gray Tabor asked in her last letter who was the first governor of Texas. It was J. Pinckney Henderson.


MOLLIE BOREN, Addington, Indian Territory > Jefferson Co., Okla. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I am a little girl 7 years of age. I have been reading the cousins' letters a good while. I have one sister and two brothers. We live three miles from our postoffice. I have a cousin that is staying with us. She has been with us over a year. I have no pets except three little kittens and a pretty little pony. His name is Clyde. A cousin visited us yesterday, but went back to-day. He lives in Montague county. Papa is a farmer. I can pick 10 pounds of cotton a day. Sister May and my cousin visited the latter's mother in Henrietta a few days ago. My cousin's father is a gunsmith in Henrietta. He fixes watches and clocks and guns and such things as that.


IRA CRAWFORD, San Saba, San Saba Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: I have been reading all the cousins' letters and I think they are quite interesting. So I have decided to try to write a missive to you, too. We are milking five cows and get plenty of butter. We raised 400 bushels of corn and two bales of cotton. We live six miles east of San Saba. We are going to gather pecans then we are going to school in about three weeks. I will ask you a question in the Bible: Who was the greatest being? I am little boy 12 years old.


MELISSA PALMER, Ida, Harris Co., Tex. -- Little Mr. Big Hat and cousins: This is my first attempt to write to The News. I have been reading some of the letters in the Cozy Corner and thought I would write. My papa is a farmer and we live on a farm two miles from Ida. Our school commenced Monday a week ago. I love to go. We have a good teacher. I haven't picked much cotton this fall, for my eyes have been sore. I enjoy reading the cousins' letters. Some of the cousins write such nice ones. Cousins, aren't you sorry Bessie Bee is going off?


LUCY GILILLAND, Fresnal, Dona Ana Co., N. M. -- Mr. Big Hat, Big Miss Little Bonnet and cousins: As I am here alone to-night, I will write a few lines, to let you know how big, ugly and ignorant the girls are in New Mexico. We live so far out here that we can not go to school much, and I have always thought that if Mr. Big Hat ever saw one of my letters he would throw it away. But I am going to try and write well enough for it to be printed, if possible. Girls, don't give the boys too hard a game, for I am sure that the boys are not much worse than the girls, for the boys are good sometimes and the girls are only good half the time, and that is when they are asleep. And sometimes they are not good then, for one time I was bad. I was sitting up one night, and there was a pot of chicken before the fire, cooking for breakfast. I thought how funny it would be to eat a piece of that chicken, and crow the next morning, and make mamma call Jessie to make a fire. So I ate a gizzard and went to bed. The next morning when I awoke I was sitting up in bed crowing very loudly, and I heard mamma's voice calling me to make a fire, for the chickens were crowing. That was the only time I was bad, and I was sorry of it. For Peggy's sake don't let him eat this.


HEDWIG PAULA PFEFFER, Kenney, Austin Co., Tex. -- Little editor and cousins: To-night I will again write you all a letter and will answer a riddle asked by Adelia Tabor. One of the men's name was "Each," and he took one pear, and yet left eleven hanging there. Maud Foy, I have received your quilt patterns and think they are very pretty. I thank you very much for them. But I can not send you any of the flowers you wanted, as it is getting too cold now, but will send you some in the spring if you will let me know about it. Herbert Taylor, your letter is very interesting, but it would be more interesting if it was true. I also read your letter in the Texas Farm and Ranch, but how did you like Aunt Sallie's answer to your letter? Bessie Smith, my parents saw the flying lady at the Dallas Fair, too, and they also say that it was very curious. And you said that you didn't register on the cousins' book. Neither did my sister, for she couldn't find it, but she wrote her name in the largest book in Texas, and the man who told her so said that the names that were written in, that book would also appear in a paper, but I don't know in which paper.


ISADORE MILLER, Waxahachie, Ellis Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Not having anything to do to-night, as it is cold, wet and dreary outside, I thought that this would be a good time to write to your department. I take a great deal of interest in it, and hope the others do the same, for I think if we continue we will have one of the best Corners for little boys and girls in the whole state. Well! I don't think that it did some of the girls much good to talk about us, for they have turned right around and talked like they should -- good about us. It is just like a horse; you put him on the wrong track and he will be led astray, but if you turn him around he will go home. Do not take this as an insult, girls. I only wanted to contrast the way the girls did and the horse would do, so you see it has to end right nor not at all. A story is told of three boys. At first the three were smart and intelligent, and always ready to do a kind and willing act. But one day two of the boys met an old rough man with an old gun under his arm, who seemed to be going out hunting. These boys always enjoyed going but their mothers never approved or consented that they should go, and these boys knew it and thought that if the man asked them, they would go. So Tom, as one of them was named, said, "Mister, are you going out hunting? And would you mind if we would go with you?: And the man said, "No." The two boys started, when they saw their other friend running to meet them. And they asked Hal (as that was his name) if he wanted to go, and told him what a jolly time they would have. Hal said, "No, boys, I don't want to go, and your mothers said once before that they were afraid to let you go. Our mothers forbid us ever to go, and now you want to do what they said not to do. I am not going, and I don't want you to go." Hal begged them a long time to stay, but they said that their mothers wouldn't care, tried to make Hal go, too, but were unsuccessful. By this time the man was growing impatient and told the boys to come on if they were coming, so they went, leaving Hal behind, to watch them until they were out of sight. After they had disappeared, Hal turned back to go home, always thinking of the other boys, and how afraid their mothers would be if they knew. On reaching home, his mother asked where his companions were, and Hal told her, that they had gone some place, and he didn't know where, and he didn't want to go. Hal said he would take a nap to pass away the time, and before doing so, he told his mother that if the boys came, to be sure and wake him up. About 6 o'clock the boys had wandered off so far that it was impossible for them to find their way home. The man whom they had gone with treated them in an ill-mannered way. He had gotten drunk, fallen asleep, and laid the gun by the side of him. The boys waited a long time for the man to get up, thinking he was asleep. Then, not knowing what to do, they said that they would take the gun and go a little ways to see if they could kill anything. They went away and could not see anything, so they went further. They were ready to turn back, when they heard a sound of rabbits in the rubbish, just a little ahead, and both resolved to try their luck. But when they started to shoot, the rabbit gave a bounce and ran away, leaving the boys behind trying to take a good aim. Just as one was about to shoot, the gun dropped and shot off the toe of the other boy. Now, here they were, lost from home, no place to sleep, and were hungry, and one was moaning with pain and was weak from the loss of blood. They thought they would never get home again and both gave up discouraged and were ready to die together. Just then they heard a little cart coming and saw their father in it. Oh, how their hearts leaped with joy! They gave shouts and hurrahs, while they forgot everything that had happened, but that they were going home. They told their father all their misfortunes, and he drove at full gallop and soon reached home. In five minutes they had good physicians there, and by hard work saved the poor boy from bleeding to death. After being in bed sick for several weeks, he finally got well, and was ready to play again with his friends. And when they all met they told Hal that they had been put on the wrong track their conscience had willed them to do wrong, and they did it, but now they promised that when Hal told them to do the right thing, they would surely mind him. One of the cousins thought that I was a girl by my name, but I will say that I am a strong democrat, and I think that this will tell you. Mr. Big Hat, I also want to join your Sam Houston fund, and will try to do all I can for it.


SUE ETTA YOUNG, Ruth, Coryell Co., Tex. -- Good morning, Mr. Big Hat and cousins: It has been so long since I wrote, I expect you all have forgotten me. But, however, I have not forgotten you and I never will. I would have written sooner, but I have had sore eyes. I was attending singing school and my eyes got so bad I had to stop. I have been attending camp meeting this summer. I love to go to camp meeting. The last baptizing I attended there was thought to be between 400 or 500 people there. Cousin Maud Carson, I dreamed you were there, but if you were I never formed your acquaintance. I read your letter in the last issue, and I thought I would write again. I cannot write as interesting letters as some do, but I expect some of them are older than I, and have been to school a great deal more. Mr. Big Hat, from the looks of your picture you are about the size of me. I am 4 feet 3 inches high and weight 50 pounds. I was 13 years old the 30th of October. How does that correspond with your size? Mr. Big Hat, I have a good joke on papa, I must tell it. Papa said he was too old to run, but I saw him try it. When we first began to pick cotton, he had nearly a bale piled in the house, and it caught fire. Papa was in the field picking cotton. We hallowed for him and he ran so fast he ran from under his feet. We put the fire out without much damage. Papa said it scared him out of twenty years' growth. All of the afflicted cousins have my sympathy, for I'm a cripple myself. Cousin Dora Bennett, I am going to send you a square. I think the cousins are improving so fast, and I think it is kind in Mr. Big Hat to allow us the privilege of writing. We all should try to do our best. Our school will start the first Monday in November and I will be truly glad, for I love to go to school. I got two head marks the first day last year. I hope I will be that successful this year. I wish some of the cousins would send me some flower seed. Mr. Big Hat, I wish you and Miss Big Bonnet could come and take christmas with me. This letter has red pepper on it, so you had better not give it to Peggy, or he will pitch it higher than he did when little Miss Big Bonnet tried to hold you on by catching hold of your heels, after you had left Peggy's back. I am going to visit my grand-mother and if this is in print I will tell you what kind of a time I had. Mr. Big Hat, I forgot to tell you mamma has sent for a nice frame to put your photo in. I would love to have Miss Big Bonnet's, too. Give her a hearty shake of the hand for me, and tell her I would like to hear from her through The News often. Would like her to bring her doll over and play dolls with me some day.


DORA RAGSDALE, Honey Grove, Fannin Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: As I have seen so many nice letters in The News, I thought I would write one to you. I am 9 years of age and I go to the public school. I have a doll and a little curly dog, and what do you think his name is? When he was a little puppy my brother named him Boom-de-ay. I have not very much to do, but sometimes I have to churn and I have a perfect horror of churning. When papa is gone from home my brother and I go after the cow. I wonder if Herbert Taylor has landed yet. I feel sorry for Herbert, after having such a hard time getting the geese and then to lose them all. I hope the old thing will soon quit wabbling, then Herbert will get to write another letter.


MARY HARWELL, Groesbeck, Limestone Co., Tex. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: Seeing so many letters from the little people of the country, I will try my luck. I am a little girl without any known relatives. My parents died when I was 4 years old and a lady raised me to what I now am. We run a boarding-house and I have a good time with all the boarders. I also have four pets -- two little dogs, a bird and a white rabbit. The little dogs accompany me to market and other chores I have to do in town for auntie. I go to school, and we have a real good school. I am in the fourth grade. I like to read The News. I go every day to the news stand and buy one for auntie and I. I will answer Fannie Chernosky's riddle. It is an egg. My age is 4345 days. What is my age in years, and how many days will it take from the 19th of this month to be my birthday?


CASSIE STEWART, Pine Spring, Otero Co.[?], N. M. -- Mr. Big Hat and cousins: There is snow on the ground here now. It fell the last day of October and it is pretty cold. Mr. Big Hat, you got my name wrong before. You put it Gracie Ewing instead of Cassie Stewart. My father has gone off with a load of potatoes. He started this morning. I have a dog named Red. Papa took him in the woods the other day, but he would not track anything. He won't run anything for any one but me. I read a long letter in the last News from Bessie Bee. I thought she had forgotten us. Rosa Johnson, come again. I once lived in Madison county and have a sister, a grandma and several uncles and aunts and cousins living there now. My age is 14 years.

- December 1, 1895, The Dallas Morning News, p. 14, col. 4-7.
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