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GRADE 4, 1970s
Samples from OISE Library at U of T Toronto by dph1 9-10 Dec. 2003
1st edited by dph 22 Dec, 2003
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back, and I found my arms and legs strongly fastened on each side to the ground, and my hair,
which was long and thick, tied down in the same way. I also felt several fine threads across my
body.  I could only look upward. The sun began to grow hot, and the light bothered my eyes.  I
heard a noise around me, but I could see nothing except the sky. In a little time I felt something
alive move on my left leg, and slowly and gently come forward over my left side almost up to my
chin.  Turning my eyes as far downward as I could, I saw that it was a human being, not six
inches high, with a tiny bow and arrow in his hands, and a quiver at his back.
In the meantime I felt at least forty more of the same kind, as I guessed, following the first little
man.  I was astonished, and roared so loud that they all ran back in fright; and some of them, as I
was told later, were hurt with the falls they got by leaping from my sides to the ground. 
However,
they soon returned; and one of them, who was bold enough to get to my face, lifted up his hands
and eyes in admiration and wonder, and cried out in a shrill and distinct voice, "=Hekinahdegul!"


People! They are scattered all over the world, millions and millions of them. There are
grandfathers, and grandmothers, and babies in their mothers' arms, girls in bright-colored saris
and in dark school uniforms, little boys begging for a crust of bread, and princes feasting in their
palaces, people with dark skins and people with light skins, people with straight hair and people
with curly hair, tall people and short people, rich people and poor people.  They live wherever on
the earth there is water to drink and food to be found, and sometimes even in places where water
and food are hard to find.  More and more of them live in big cities, crowded together in high
apartment buildings or in small houses, or even in boats on the rivers, when the land of their
cities cannot hold any more.  But many people still live and work in the great open spaces of the
world.  At =Inuvik, on the delta of the =Mackenzie River, =1200 miles north of =Edmonton,
=Alberta, =Canadians know the long night of the =Arctic winter, and =Bedouin tribes of =North
=Africa still wander through the emptiness of the =Sahara desert.  On the lonely heights of the
=Andes =Peruvians live as their ancestors did, =9000 feet above sea level.

Here is an account of =GreyOwl's life as you might find it in an encyclopedia. =GREYOWL,
pseudonym of =GeorgeStansfeldBelaney, writer, lecturer, and conservationist:
born =1888; died at =PrinceAlbert, =Saskatchewan, =April =13, =1938.   Son of =George
=Belaney, a =Scot. =GreyOwl claimed that he had been born in =Mexico and that his mother was
an =Apache Indian.  It is believed he was born in =England, and had no =Indian blood. After
moving to =Canada, he became a trapper, guide, and forest ranger, adopted =Indian ways, and in
=1925 married =GertrudeBernard, an =Iroquois Indian.  They had one daughter.  He was
received as an =Indian by =GeorgeV, and in =1920 was adopted as blood brother by the =Ojibwa
tribe.

was wounded while serving as a sniper with the =Canadian forces in the =FirstWorldWar.  He is
remembered mainly for his work in domesticating beaver and for wildlife research, mostly in
=PrinceAlbertNationalPark. =Grey Owl was a gifted writer and lecturer, who used his talents and
his knowledge of wildlife and the woods to help protect the wild animals of the =Canadian
woods.  In =1931 he published his first book, =TheMenoftheLastFrontier, followed by =Pilgrims
=oftheWild  =1934, =TheAdventuresofSajoandHerBeaverPeople 1935, =TalesofanEmptyCabin
=1936, and =TheTree 1937.  Films of =GreyOwl and his tame beavers are still being shown.


Sir =Brian had a pair of boots with great big spurs on.  A fighting pair of which he was
particularly fond. On Tuesday and on Friday, just to make the street
look tidy. He'd collect the passing villagers and kick them in
the pond.
"I am Sir =Brian!" "I am Sir =Brian!" 
"I am Sir =Brian, as bold as a lion.  Is anyone else for a wash?
Sir =Brian woke one morning, and he couldn't find his battleaxe;
He walked into the village in his second pair of boots.
He had gone a hundred paces, when the street was
full of faces, And the villagers were round him with ironical
salutes. "You are Sir =Brian?  Indeed!


The wind might whistle, the wind might roar, And teeth be aching and throats be sore, But still
he never would shut the door. His father would beg, his mother implore,
"=GodfreyGordonGustavusGore,
We really do wish you would shut the door!"
Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore.  But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore Was deaf as
the buoy out at the Nore.

When he walked forth the folks would roar, "=GodfreyGordonGustavusGore, Why don't you
think to shut the door?"
They rigged out a =Shutter with sail and oar, and threatened to pack off =GustavusGore On a
voyage of penance to =Singapore.
But he begged for mercy, and said, "No more!  Pray do not send me to =Singapore On a Shutter,
and then I will shut the door!"

when she got better, and Uncle came home, it would still be hard for them to feed and care for
another little boy besides =Johnny and =Percy.
So Mr and Mrs =Lorki, who didn't have any children of their own, went to the =Children'sAid
and asked if they might adopt =Paul as their own little boy. The =Children'sAid asked =Paul's
aunt, and went out to visit his other aunts and uncles and cousins on the reservation. When his
aunt and his other relatives heard that Mr and Mrs =Lorki wanted to adopt =Paul, they were very
glad, because they knew that =Paul would have a mother and a father, a close family of his very
own.  His aunt cried a little, because she loved him as much as she loved =Johnny and =Percy.
  But she knew that the =Lorkis really wanted =Paul, and so she said, yes, she thought it was a
wonderful idea. Then Mrs =Lorki put her arms around =Paul, and Mr =Lorki cleared his throat
three times; they asked =Paul whether he would like to live with them and have his very own
mother and father, and become =PaulBlackCloudLorki, their very own son. =Paul looked at them
quietly with his big brown eyes, and didn't say anything. But Mr and Mrs =Lorki knew he wanted
them as much as they wanted him. All at once =Paul liked the city. He even liked the buses that
snorted and roared down the street. His new very own mother took him on the bus to the =Clinic
for his shots, and his very own father took him to the movies. He found that noisy, smelly buses
Not all the =OtherPeople are elves and fairies, tiny creatures of the woods or meadows.
Pilots of planes flying the airways tell stories of gremlins who sit on a wing-tip and send it
crumbling in mid-air, or who put the instruments out of order at the moment when the pilot must
have them for landing in fog.

=Gremlins are nasty little fellows. They make their appearance when everything seems to be
going along beautifully. Then suddenly something is wrong. For no good reason the motor
sputters and dies, or the landing gear jams. The pilot is sure he can hear the gremlins screaming
with joy as he struggles to keep his aircraft in flight.
Countless stories have been written about ghosts and goblins, witches and ogres; about the
centaur half man and half horse-who roamed the hills and valleys of ancient =Greece; and
about the mermaids-half woman, half fish-who sang as they combed their long golden hair.
Closer to home are the tales of =PaulBunyan, the mighty lumberman with his. huge axe and
=Babe, his famous =BlueOx, and the stories of =Indian spirits who lived in the woods and rivers
and lakes of our own country.


=Greece, in a time long, long ago. The next surprising thing I realized was that a change had
taken place. I was no longer a human but a combination, half man and half horse. I was the
fairy-tale creature, the centaur.
For awhile I just stood there and gazed at my surroundings. I took advantage of my new form and
started trotting. While worrying about what I was to do to get back, I accidentally came upon a
huge opening to a cave. Curiosity took its effect on me as I gazed at the cave. This was too
tempting.  In I trotted. Before I knew it, ten centaurs crowded around me and asked me many
questions all at once.
I explained the queer and wonderful way I had arrived and taken my present shape as a centaur
from the far future. All marveled at me. Before they could spring more questions at me, I gave
them a question. I spurted out the question, "Is there a return in time from here?"
The centaur who seemed to be their leader said he was not sure. I was horror-stricken! What if
there were no return? What would my family and friends say about my strange disappearance?
This was terrible! That night when the centaurs were all asleep except for me, I felt the dizziness
again. Then I began to get weak. Next my head throbbed. Then I fainted. A few minutes later,
when I came to, I was in my laboratory, and had my human shape again. It was =11 o'clock, and I
went to bed, puzzling.

Suddenly a shot rang out from the woods. One of the workmen shouted to her and began to run
for the fort. She turned and saw about forty =Iroquois  moving toward her, shooting as they
came. Never in her life had she run so fast! She reached the fort just in time. The gates were
closed and barred behind her just as the =Iroquois reached the wall.
=Madeleine took charge. She knew that there was no hope for the men in the fields. They had
probably already been killed. Inside the fort were her two younger brothers, two soldiers, an old
man of eighty, and several frightened women and children. Quickly she passed out guns and
ammunition to the two boys and the men. "Be brave and do your part," she said to them.
The little party inside the fort had to make the attackers think there were many men defending the
=seigniory. So the cannons were fired, as were guns from loopholes around the fort. All through
the day and the night of rain and hail the children and the three men stayed awake, firing every
time an =Iroquois showed himself, and calling out to one another so that the =Indians might
think there were more of them than there really were.
For a whole week =Madeleine commanded the fort and its defenders, cheering them up when
they began to give up hope, keeping the women busy and the men at their posts.
At last, on the seventh day, help came. The gates were opened and =Madeleine went out to hand
over.

stood for a second at attention, and saluted Pilot Officer =Brophy. Then he jumped.
But it was too late. =AndrewMynarski died before he reached the ground. He had sacrificed his
own life in trying to save his friend.
By a miracle, when the plane finally crashed, the rear gunner, =GeorgeBrophy, came out alive.
Also safe were the other crew members who had jumped when the captain gave the order to
leave the aircraft. They lived to tell the story of =AndrewMynarski, who had turned back into the
blazing aircraft knowing that he was risking his life.
When the war was over =AndrewMynarski was awarded the =VictoriaCross in recognition of his
heroism. This decoration is the highest honor that anyone in the Commonwealth can win for
courage under fire. Only once before had it been given to anyone in the
=RoyalCanadianAirForce. =AndrewMynarski had been born and brought up in =Winnipeg.
When he finished high school he worked in a leather factory for four years before he enlisted in
the =RoyalCanadianAirForce during the =SecondWorldWar. He liked sports, but the hobbies he
enjoyed most were woodworking, painting, and building model airplanes. The boys and girls he
went to school with, and the friends he made at work, had no way of knowing then that a school
in the district where he had lived would be named for him and that, of them all, he alone would
go down in history. For at the moment of pain and danger he.

One day, = Brer Fox went  tor work and got him some tar, and mixed it with some turpentime,
and fixed up a contraption which he called a =Tar-Baby, and he took this here =Tar-baby and 
he sat her in the big road, and then lay off in the bushes for someone to see what the news was
going to be.

The first approached the elephant, And happening to fall Against his broad and sturdy side, At
once began to bawl, "Bless me, it seems the elephant Is very like a wall."
The second, feeling of his tusk, Cried, "Ho! What have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp? To me it is mighty clear This wonder of an elephant Is very
like a spear." The third approached the animal,
And happening to take The squirming trunk within his hands, Then boldly up and spake: "I see,"
quoth he, "the elephant Is very like a snake."
The fourth stretched out his eager hand And felt about the knee, "What most this mighty beast is
like Is mighty plain," quoted he; " It is clear enough the elephant Is very like a tree."


=ROBINHOOD AND THE WIDOW'S SONS
There are twelve months in all the year,
As I hear many men say,
But the merriest month in all the year
Is the merry month of May.
Now =RobinHood is to =Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a day,

And there he met a simple widow,
Was weeping on the way.
"What news? what news, thou simple widow? What news have you for me?"
Said she, "There's my three sons in =Nottingham town
Today condemned to die."
"Oh, what have they done?" said =RobinHood,
"I pray you tell to me."
"Oh, it is for killing the king's fallow deer,
"That they are condemned to die."
Now =RobinHood is to =Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a day,
And there he met with a simple old beggar,
Was walking along the highway.
"What news? what news, you simple old man? What news, I do you pray?"
Said he, "Three squires in =Nottingham town Are condemned to die this day."

WHY THE BUFFALO HAS A HUMP
Long ago, when the world was very young, the Buffalo had no hump. His greatest pleasure was
to race across the prairies for fun. The foxes would run ahead of him and tell the little animals
that their chief, the Buffalo, was coming.
One day when Buffalo was racing across the plains, he went in the direction of the place where
little birds lived on the ground. They called to him and to the foxes that he was going where their
nests were, but neither paid any attention to them. Buffalo raced on and trampled the birds' nests
under his heavy feet. Even when he heard the birds crying, he ran on without stopping.
No one knew that =Nanabozho was near. But he had heard about the birds' ruined homes and was
sorry for them. He ran ahead, got in front of Buffalo and.


Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of =Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with one I love.
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a
summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of
stars  shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, The whole referring, yet each distinct and in
its place.

back, and I found my arms and legs strongly fastened on each side to the ground, and my hair,
which was long and thick, tied down in the same way. I also felt several fine threads across my
body. I could only look upward. The sun began to grow hot, and the light bothered my eyes. I
heard a noise around me, but I could see nothing except the sky. In a little time I felt something
alive move on my left leg, and slowly and gently come forward over my left side almost up to my
chin. Turning my eyes as far downward as I could, I saw that it was a human being, not six
inches high, with a tiny bow and arrow in his hands, and a quiver at his back.
In the meantime I felt at least forty more of the same kind, as I guessed, following the first little
man. I was astonished, and roared sô loud that they all ran back in fright; and some of them, as I
was told later, were hurt with the falls they got by leaping from my sides to the ground. However,
they soon returned; and one of them, who was bold enough to get to my face, lifted up his hands
and eyes in admiration and wonder, and cried out in a shrill and distinct voice.

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