&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO.  (1936)  4TH GRADE         AMR9364T.ASC
TRAILS OF ADVENTURE  by Lillin W. Leavell et al
Source: Columbia TC  xerox typed by Mrs Rooney edit by DPH
May 14, 1993

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Mrs =Wilson and her sister were pleased to see that
the pantry shelves were being filled with jars of fruits and
vegetables.  They planned to have =Katherine's father take
some of them to the city in his automobile, when he came to
the farm.
       That evening, =Herbert seemed to be very busy.  He was
taking plants from one part of the garden and planting them
in other places.
       =Katherine's mother said,  =Herbert seems to be
interested in plants.  I wonder if he will grow up to be a
second =Luther =Burbank! 
        Who was =Luther =Burbank, =Mother?  asked =Katherine.
        He was a man who loved flowers and plants,  Mrs =King
replied.   He did such wonderful things with them that he
has been called the =Plant =Wizard.

        All of these stamps do not have heads on them.  This
one has a picture of a ski jumper,  said =Lewis.
        That stamp was issued the year that the =Olympic =Games
were held in this country,  Uncle =Henry explained.   Often
an important event is advertised on a stamp.  Sometimes the
birthday of a great man is honored in this way.  These are
called commemorative issues.
        The first commemorative issue in the =United =States
was a fifteen-cent =Lincoln stamp.  It was printed in black,
which is the color of mourning.  The stamps used in =1893
advertised a =World's =Fair.  They carried a picture of the
discovery of =American by =Columbus.  Commemorative stamps are
used in the same way other stamps are used, but they help us
to 

I stand upon a granite pedestal that is =155 feet high. 
There is a stairway inside of me, and people enter even my
head.  In it there is a room that is large enough to hold
=forty persons at one time.
       I am the work of a great sculptor, =Frederic =Auguste
=Bartholdi.  When I was completed, I was presented to the
=United =Stats.  That was a great day for me, July =4, =1884. 
=French and =American flags were flying around me in =Paris. 
The national hymns of the two nations were played by the
bands.  A speech was made as I was accepted.  How proud I
felt as everyone looked at me!  Someone even called me the
 =Eighth =Wonder of the =World. 

       Just as =Louise turned the corner, she met =Mildred
coming from another direction.  She smiled and said,
 =Mildred, I know that I am not late, for you are always on
time. 
        I think we shall be at =Dorothy's house by three
o'clock,  replied =Mildred.   I have hurried, but there is
still time enough.  What hero are you going to talk about

        I remember our school made an album to send to a
foreign country,  =Margaret remarked.   We had pictures of
the school, a church, a park, a courthouse, a postoffice,
and a market.  The playground pictures had the members of
our class playing the games that we like best.  Some of the
pictures were made in our art class, and some were
snapshots.  We put samples of cloth in the album, so that
the foreign boys and girls might see of what our clothes are
made.  The pictures of the cotton fields were interesting. 
We could write very little to go with them, because the
writing had to be put in the language of the country to
which we were sending the book. 

       The =Scoutmaster continued,  When they started, the
plane was well loaded.  Besides the instruments, the radio,
and the camera, they carried a small sledge, sleeping bags,
sacks of food, two gasoline stoves, rows of cans of
gasoline, clothing, and tents.  There was scarcely room for
the men to move about in the plane.
        The engines and propellers made so much noise that
the men had to shout to make themselves heard.  They
traveled very fast, going =ninety miles an hour, on the
average.  They flew across mountains and rivers of rice.
        While trying to cross a peak, the plane seemed to
lose speed.  =Balchen, the pilot, gave an order for the men
to throw two =hundred pounds overboard.  Is it wiser to
throw food or gasoline? asked =Byrd of himself.


                         =David's Report

       The worst enemy of cotton is a little black beetle
called the boll weevil.  Each year these insects do =millions
of dollars worth of harm to the cotton crop.  They bore
holes in the cotton pods and there they lay their eggs.  In
a few days, little worms hatch from these eggs and begin to
eat their way into the bolls.  Of course, they spoil the
fibers.  No way to destroy this enemy of cotton has yet been
found.
                         =Eleanor's Report
       I want to show you some clothing that is made from
cotton.  =Anne's gingham dress, =Mary's dimity dress, and the
seersucker suits that most of the boys are wearing are all
made of cotton.  I have been looking around to see what
people are wearing cotton today, and I see that every person
in this room is wearing something that is made from cotton
fibers.

       I had never seen such a lovely road.  Brother and I
were wide awake now, watching for new sights.  He spied the
tall =Washington,  =Monument first, but I saw the =Capitol first.
       Early the next morning, we started out to see the
sights.  The =Capitol is on a hill, so we climbed many marble
steps.  We entered the large room beneath the dome.  It is
called  =The =Rotunda.   Its walls have many painted pictures
on them.  They are of events that we find in our history,
such as the landing of =Columbus on =San =Salvador, the baptism
of =Pocahontas at =Jamestown, =Virginia, and the surrender of
=Cornwallis at =Yorktown.

       We were on the train all night and a part of the next
day.  When we reached our journey's end, =Father and =Mother
went to the hotel to get our rooms.  While I was standing
beside them, I heard such a tremendous roar that I asked my
sister  =Jane what it could be.  She said,  =Let's go and
see! 
       Telling =Father that we would soon be back, we started
toward the shore.  Then we discovered what made the roar. 
The waves seemed to roar louder and louder, as they dashed
upon the beach.
       My, it was fun to watch them!  Each wave came closer,
and I was almost caught by one that surprised me.
       =Jane cried,  Look, =Clarence!  The water goes out, out,
up, and up until it reaches the sky.  Do you suppose we
could float on it up to the sky? 

&&000 D.C. HEATH  (1927)  4TH GRADE         HEA9274T.ASC
HORTON-CAREY READERS by Edith Horton and Annie Carey
Source: Columbia TC  xerox, scan, edit by DPH  1-6-93

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water was running into his pockets, and out
again like a mill stream.
I beg pardon, sir,  said =Gluck. I'm very
sorry, but I really cannot. 
Cannot what ?   said the old gentleman.
I cannot let you in, sir, I cannot indeed; my
brothers would beat me to death, sir, if I thought
of such a thing. What do you want, sir?  
What?  said the old gentleman; I want fire
and shelter; and there's your great fire there,
blazing, and crackling, and dancing on the walls,
With nobody to feel it. Let me in, I say; I only
want to warm myself. 
=Gluck had had his head so long out of the
window by this time that he began to feel it was
really cold, and when he turned and saw the
beautiful fire rustling and roaring up the chimney,
as if it were licking its chops at the smell of the
leg of mutton, his heart melted within him that it
should be burning away for nothing. He does
lock very wet, said little =Gluck; I'll just let
him in for a quarter of an hour.  Round he went
to the door and opened it; and as the little
gentlen1an walked in there came a gust of wind
through the house that made the old chimneys
totter.
That's a good boy,  said the little gentleman.
Never mind your brothers. I'll talk to them. 
Pray, sir, do not do any such thing,  said
=Gluck. I cannot let you stay till they come;
they'd be the death of me. 
Dear me,  said the old gentleman, I'm very
sorry to hear that. How long may I stay ?  
Only till the mutton's done, sir,  replied
=Gluck, and it's very brown. 
Then the old gentleman walked into the
kitchen, and sat himself on the hob, with the top
of his cap up the chimney, for it was a great deal
too high for the roof.
You'll soon dry there, sir,  said =Gluck, and
sat down again to turn the mutton. But the old
gentleman did not dry there, but went on, drip,
drip, dripping among the cinders, and the fire
fizzed and sputtered, and began to look very
black. Never as such a cloak; every fold in it
ran like a gutter.
 I beg your pardon, sir,  said =Gluck, at length,
after watching for a quarter of an hour the water
spreading in long streams over the floor;  may I
take your cloak? 
No, thank you, said the old gentleman.
 Your cap, sir? 



This brave rider knew that his little roan pony
was one of the fastest in the stables of the  
company. He spurred the pony on to top speed, and
then he lay down flat on its back to escape the
shots. The =Indians followed but their horses could
not overtake him. So on and on the chase went
until the next station was reached. The =Indians
were then two miles behind.
No one greeted the rider as usual. All was
quiet. The man in charge had been killed and
the ponies stolen. There was nothing to do but
to ride on to the next station on the same pony.
This the rider did, and upon arriving he was
given a fresh pony and continued his journey.
The gallant little roan pony had carried his
rider safely over a trail of twenty-four miles and
had outdistanced all the =Indians.
The daring rider was =Colonel William =F =Cody, often called 
=Buffalo =Bill.  His life on the =Western =Plains was a series of
wild  adventures. He was one of the most picturesque  
figures of =American frontier life.
Upon one occasion he made an unbroken ride
of three =hundred =eighty-four miles, stopping only
for meals and to change ponies.
=Pony =Bob was another well-known rider who,
with hostile =Indians attacking him, rode one  
=hundred =eighty-five miles over the =Sierra =Nevada
=Mountains.
The fastest trip ever made by the =Pony  
=Express was the one that carried the inaugural
speech of =Abraham =Lincoln to the Western coast.
The distance was covered in seven days and
seventeen hours. On this ride ponies were  
exchanged every ten miles.
The dashing and brilliant service of the =Pony
=Express was discontinucd in =October, =1861. The
riders well deserve remembrance for their  
courage, their iron nerve, and their horsemanship.
However, they could not compete with electricity. 
A new invention had improved the  
telegraph and messages were being sent over the
wires. Railroads, too, were extending their lines
farther and farther West for carrying purposes.
Today the fastest mail across our continent is
carried by airplane. Again, as in the days of
the =Pony =Express, it is sent in relays. This
means that one pilot, carrying mail, drives a plane
from one certain point to another, and there gives
it over to a second pilot. This second pilot in


pleased so hard that at last =Apollo consented and let his son to
the chariot. Day was just breaking, and the purple clouds
opened, leaving a track for the =Sun's course. Little pink and
yellow clouds rolled together and made the course look like a bed
of roses.
The moon and stars led by the daystar began to leave the sky.
As soon as =Apollo saw the earth beginning to grow bright, he
ordered the horses to be  harnessed to his chariot.
This was done. The happy =Phaeton sprang into the chariot
and grasped the reins.
=Apollo was full of fear as he bade his son good-by. But he said to
him: Hold tight the reins, and do not use the whip, for the horses
go fast enough without it. Keep to the middle and go not too high
nor too low.  At once the horses darted off. They went so quickly
that they outran the wind.
=Phaeton looked down and saw the earth  
beneath him. He grew pale and his knees shook.
Then he wished that he had done as his father had told him; but it
was too late. What could he do now?
On and on dashed the horses, drawing the
chariot of the =Sun, now high up in the sky
among the stars, then down almost to the earth.
The clouds smoked with heat and the   mountain tops seemed to take
fire. Plants withered. The rivers and streams were dried up with
the heat.
Then the little fairies of land and sea ran to hide in their
darkest caves.
All the earth was parched and dry.  But still the great horses
raced on, now this way and now that.
At last the great =Jupiter, seeing the danger that the chariot of
the =Sun was in, seeing the trees burning, the mountains smoking
and the waters steaming, with his mighty arm hurled a thunderbolt
at the driver.
=Phaeton fell from the fiery chariot into the sea and was never
after seen.
Brave but heedless, too late he realized that his father =Apollo
was wiser and braver than he.



rainbow bridge, called =Bifrost, which the gods
built to join the earth to the heavens. It was
called  The link that binds us to the skies. 
Across this bridge the gods traveled to their
beautiful homes built of gold and silver.
This beautiful rainbow bridge was guarded
day and night, lest the giants should use it
and get into =Asgard. =Heimdall was the guardian of the bridge, and
a wonderful guardian he was. He slept very lightly and wakened more
easily than the birds. He could see objects more than a =hundred
miles away and his hearing was very sharp. We are told that he
could hear the grass grow and the wool grow on a sheep's back.
This famous guard had a trumpet in one hand and a sword in the
other. When he blew his trumpet it could be heard all over
the world.
Do you wonder that =Heimdall was called the  Doorkeeper of the gods
?
=Odin's wife was =Frigga. She was the   goddess of the clouds. Her
home was  called =Fensalir,  or the home of mists. She always wore
pure white robes and a belt of gold, from which hung a large bunch
of keys.  =Odin, or =Woden, the wise, as he was  sometimes called,
was a tall, strong man, with dark curly hair and a long gray beard.
He always wore a suit of gray with a blue hood and a great cape or
mantle of blue flecked with gray.
Dressed in this way, he looked like the sky covered with fleecy
clouds. 
If at war, =Odin wore an eagle helmet and carried in his hand a
wonderful sword called =Gungnir. 
When he sat upon his throne, two coalblack ravens flew to him. One
sat upon each shoulder. Their names were =Hugin and =Munin.
These ravens =Odin sent into the world every 
 
Now because her father knew she had a fairy harp, for he had seen
it grow with her, he gave orders that it should be as she wished.
Many princes came and sang sweet songs, but none brought comfort to
=Lady =Lillian.  One day as she sat at her window facing
the forest and listening to the wind in the far-off trees, there
came to the court a young man.
He was tall and fair with deep blue eyes, hair the color of the
strings of =Lady =Lillian's harp.
And he said:  I pray you, let me tell my tale, for maybe here I
shall find its ending. 
lt is plain, and bare, and sad, like a country
without flowers. lt hath no music in it. 
But the people of the court said to him: Get thee gone! How can
there be a song without music ?  
As he passed out from the castle he murmured his song to himself.
The wind caught it and took it up to where =Lady =Lillian sat.
At once she said: The wind has brought my song from the forest. It
is he! It is he!  and rising up she followed the Song.
She took her harp and played as she went  and he answered her song
afar off.
As she came to the forest the voice drew nearer, almost to her ear,
and as she turned she saw him face to  face.
Then she went back home. As she sat in her room, when the day was 
done and twilight had come, she looked out over the sea and saw a
light like a little candle on the edge of the sky. It was a boat
coming over the waters. The sail was golden, and it made no sound
as it glided on toward the shore.

&&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN  (1929)  4TH GRADE       HM19294T.ASC
THE BOLENIUS READERS--FOURTH GRADE Emma Miller Bolenius
Revised edition

Source: Columbia TC xerox, scanned edit by DPH May 12, 1993

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Now five years had gone by, and a real grief came
upon the whole nation. The =Chinese were really fond
of their =Emperor; and now he was ill and could not, it
was said, live much longer. Already a new =Emperor
had been chosen, and the people stood out in the street
and asked the =Cavalier how their old =Emperor did.
 =Pfui!  said he, and shook his head.
Cold and pale he lay the =Emperor in his great  
gorgeous bed. The whole court thought him dead, and
each one ran to pay homage to the new ruler. The
chamberlains ran out to talk it over, and the  
ladies'maids had a great coffee party. All about, in all the
halls and passages, cloth had been laid down so that no
footstep could be heard. Therefore it was quiet there,
quite quiet.
But the =Emperor was not dead yet. Stiff and pale
he lay on the gorgeous bed with the long velvet curtains
and the heavy gold tassels. High up, a window stood
open, and the moon shone in upon the =Emperor and the
artificial bird.
The poor =Emperor could scarcely breathe, it was
just as if something lay on his chest.  He opened his
eyes, and then he saw that it was =Death who sat upon
his chest, and had put on his golden crown, and held in
one hand the =Emperor's sword, and in the other his
beautiful banner. And all around, from among the



The splinters, or splints, remain in the chain for
about an hour, and during this hour all sorts of
things happen to them. First, they are dipped into
hot paraffin wax, because this will light even more
easily than wood. As soon as the wax is dry, the
busy chain carries them over a dipping-roll covered
with a layer of glue and =rosin.  Currents of air now
play upon the splints, and in about ten minutes the
glue and rosin on one end of it have hardened into
a ball. It is not a match yet by any means, for
scratching it would not make it light. The  
phosphorus which is to make it into a match is on
another dipping-roll.
This is a special kind of phosphorus. The  
common yellow phosphorus is poisonous and workmen
in match factories where it was used were in great
danger. At length it was found that this special
form of phosphorus would make just as good
matches and was harmless. Our largest match
company held the patent giving them the right
to make this special phosphorus; and this patent
they generously gave up to the people of the
=United =States.
After the splints have been dipped into the
phosphorus, they are carried about on the chain
sometimes vertically sometimes =horizontally on
the outside of some wheels and the inside of others,
and through currents of air. Then they are turned
over to a chain divided into sections which carry



roads, hardly more than trails, one in the =North, one
in the =South, and the other two between. =Hundreds
of pioneers passed in a day. Exciting stories have
been written about the pioneers.
=Abraham =Lincoln was the most famous of these
early pioneers. He was born in =Kentucky in =1809.
When he was a boy his family moved to =Illinois.
There he grew up in a log cabin and when he was a
young man he became a lawyer in =Springfield, =Illinois.
Later he was elected president of our  country.


 The =Ohio River was a favorite way of getting to the  
=Mississippi =River in these olden days, and on it could be
seen queer old flat-boats and rafts floating down the
river. But nowhere in our country was there such
a varied crowd as passed up and down the  
=Mississippi =River in the first steamboats, =Southern
planters, miners, farmers, gentlemen of leisure,  
criminals, all kinds of people.
One man has described this river life so well in his
stories that we shall never forget it. He was born
in a town not far above =Saint =Louis. After a strenuous
boyhood he became a pilot on the =Mississippi. That
is how he happened to see all these varieties of  
=American life, and later to write of them. His real name
was =Samuel =L =Clemens, but he wrote under the name
of =Mark =Twain.  =Tom =Sawyer  and  =Huckleberry
=Finn  are two of his books that you will enjoy.



I meant to take good care of your book, Mr =Crawford,  said the
boy,  but I've damaged it a good deal without meaning to, and now
I want to make it right with you. How can I make it good?  
Why, what happened to it, =Abe?  asked the rich farmer, as he took
the copy of =Weems =Life of =Washington  which he had lent young
=Lincoln, and looked at the stained leaves and warped binding.  It
looks as if it had been through all last night's rain storm. How
came you to forget it?   It was this way, Mr =Crawford,  replied
=Abe. I sat up late to read it, and when I went to bed, I put it
away carefully in my bookcase, as I call it, a little opening
between two logs in the wall of our cabin. I dreamed about =George
=Washington all night.  When I woke up I took it out to read a page



I  imagine that you are seated at a window in the day coach of an
express train in =Union =Station, =Baltimore.   While the
passengers are gathering for the long trip south, let us read
something of the history of this land we are to visit.
Before the =CivilWat it was the ambition of a =Southern boy to
succeed in law.  Thus the =South has given us a splendid line of
orators and statesmen, like =Thomas =Jefferson, =Patrick
=henry-, and =George =Washington.
After the =CivilWar many of the great plantations were broken up
into smaller farms, manufacturing was introduced, schools spread,
and cities sprang up. The old =South with its mysterious beauty and
its quaint traditions, became a rich treasure-house for the writer.

It has given to our literature names of which every boy and girl in
=American may well feel proud.  lmagine the names of =George
=washington, =Thomas =Jefferson; and =Patrick =Henry written across
the state of =Virginia in big letters.



But =Kesshoo knew a way. He came up closer to the solid ice.
Then he gave a great sweep with his paddle and lifted his kayak
right up on to it. He sprang out, and, seizing the harpoon-line,
pulled =Menie's raft close up to the edge of the firm ice. =Menie
was still holding tight to the line that held the big seal.
=Kesshoo threw him another line, and =Menie caught it.
Now tie the big =seal's line fast to that,  =Kesshoo said. He did
just what his father told him to. Now,  said his father, pull up
the harpoon.  =Menie did so. Tie the harpoonline to the little
seal.  =Menie did that. Now throw the harpoon to me.  
Menie threw with all his might. His father caught it, and stood-on
the firm ice, holding in his hands the line that the big seal was
tied to, and the harpoon,  With its line fastened to the little
seal. 

Now hold on to the little seal, and I will pull you right up
against the solid ice, and when I say Jump, you jump,  said
=Kesshoo to =Menie. Slowly and very carefully he pulled on
the line until the raft grated against the solid ice.
Jump !   shouted =Kesshoo.
=Menie jumped. The ice raft gave a lurch that nearly sent him into
the water, but =Kesshoo caught him and pulled him to safety.


After Mr =Starbird had come back, and they had gone away, Mrs
=Hunt said, I wish you had seen her hug that doll as she turned
the corner. I think I never saw a child who  seemed happier. I must
find out where she lives. 
=Prissy went home very happy. In the afternoon, directly after
dinner, she went down to the playhouse. She carried the shells and
crabs, and she and the new dolly set up  housekeeping. The
playhouse was in a corner where there was a high rock at the end of
a fence. There were ledges in the rock that made some shelves, and
=Sam had roofed it over with a few long boards, put from the top of
the rock to the fence, so it was very cozy.
There were rows of different kinds of shells and crabbacks,
marvelous sea-eggs, and big barnacles by the dozen.  =Sam had
rolled in a piece of driftwood that had been part of a ship,
and who could want a better sofa? There was a bit of looking-glass
fastened to the fence by tacks, and there had been some pictures
pinned  


rains or snow. Besides, the children who live in that big house
over there often bring me a hot cup of tea. 
But one day there came a change. 
=Auntie's good friends among the policemen were sent to another
place. The, new policemen would not allow =Auntie to have her cakes
and candies inside the =Park. They made her sit out beside the
street, where all the dust and dirt blew into her face.
In one of the big houses near =Auntie's corner of the =Park lived
a family of children who took great interest in her. Their names
were =Charlie, =Tillie, =Tincent, and =Joanna. It was they who
called her =Auntie, till all the neighbors, old and young, took up
the name. It was they who on cold winter days had brought her the
cup of hot tea.  
One morning =Joanna looked up from the breakfast table and
exclaimed: There ! =Auntie is not in the =Park! They
have put her out! I think that is mean !  
The children had feared this change.  You may guess how eagerly
they ran to



She ran to the wood-box: and seized a long,
flat piece of wood. This she took for her  
fireescape, resting one end on the rug in front of
the hearth, and the other on top of the log
which had caught fire and was blazing briskly.
It made a nice little bridge from the  
burning wood above the hot hearthstone. Almost
immediately an ant spied the fire-escape and
started across it eagerly . Another followed him
then another,, until a constant procession was
filing down the bridge toward safety.
=Hurrah! cried =Rose, as the first ant
reached the rug. But she stopped suddenly.
Look at him!  she cried. He is going
back!  
Sure enough, back he was going back  to the burning 
log. And all the other ants were
doing the same thing. One after another they
returned up the fire-escape, stopping to wave
their feelers and make signs to all the ants whom
they met coming down. They must have told
these last something, for every single one turned
back. Presently it was plain what they meant.
The ants were coming out in crowds, and each
was carrying something white in its mouth.



quilts, and shawls with bright borders, spread
out for people to see. 
There were peddlers going about with  things to eat,
pies and candy and sugarsticks. This made the =Twins remember that
they were very, very hungry, but they didn't
have anything to eat until quite a while after
that, because they had so much else to do.
They followed their =Father to the corner 
where the pigs were. A man came to tell the
where to put =Diddy.
You can talk with these two farmers, 
said Mr =McQueen. He brought the Twins  
forward.  It's their pig. 
Then =Larry and =Eileen told the man about finding =Diddy in the
bog, and that their =Father had said they could have her for their
own, and they had come to the =Fair to sell her.
And whatever will you do with all the
money?  asked the man.
The Twins almost told! The Secret was
right on the tip end of their tongues, but they
clapped their hands over their mouths, so it
didn't get out.
&&000 LAIDLAW BROTHERS  (1928)  4TH GRADE      LAI9284T.ASC
THE LAIDLAW READERS--BOOK FOUR  by Herman Dressel et al
Source:  Columbia TC xerox, typed by Mrs Rooney edit by DPH
May 15, 1993


Note: religious talk was converted to modern talk

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      Then he towered in the air like an eagle and flew all
night across the mountain till the day began to dawn, and
rosy-fingered =Eos came blushing up the sky.  And then,
behold, beneath him was the long green garden of =Egypt, and
the shining stream of the =Nile.
       He saw cities walled up to heaven, and temples and
obelisks, and pyramids, and giant gods of stone.  He walked
amid fields of barley and flax, and millet, and clambering
gourds.  He saw the people coming out of the gates of a
great city, and setting to work among the water courses,
parting the streams among the plants cunningly with their
feet, according to the wisdom of the =Egyptians.  
       But when they saw him they all stopped their work, and
gathered round him and cried,  Who are you, fair youth? 
What do you have beneath you goat skin?

       They looked upon =Perseus keenly, and yet they never
moved their eyes.  They came up the cliffs towards him more
swiftly than the sea-gull, yet they never moved their feet,
nor did the breeze stir the robes about their limbs, only
the wings of the youth's sandals quivered.  And =Perseus fell
down and worshipped, for he knew that they were more than
mortal.
       But =Athene stood before him and spoke gently and bade
him have no fear.   =Perseus,  she said,  he who overcomes in
one trial merits a sharper trial still.  You have braved
=Polydectes, and done manfully.  Dare you brave =Medusa, The
=Gorgon? 
       And =Perseus said,  Try me, for since you spoke to me
at =Samos, a new soul has been mine, and I should be ashamed
not to dare anything which I can do.  Show me, then, how I
can do this. 

bread of idleness, for I am more skilful in weaving and
embroidery than all the maidens of my land. 
       And she was going on, but =Dietys stopped her, and
raised her up, and said,  My daughter, I am old, and my
hairs are growing gray, and I have no children to make my
home cheerful.  Come with me, and you shall be a daughter to
me and to my wife, and this babe shall be our grandchild. 
For I fear the gods, and show hospitality to all strangers,
knowing that good deeds, like evil ones, always return to
those who do them. 
       So =Danae was comforted, and went home with =Dietys, the
good fisherman, and was a daughter to him and to his wife,
till fifteen years had passed.

loyal young friend, the newcomers would have suffered a
great deal more than they did.
       Every few months ships from =England came to =Jamestown
bringing new settlers so that the Indians began to be
anxious.
        There are too many palefaces,  said one.   At first
they were only as many as the leaves in winter.  Now they
are like the leaves in summer. 
       We must get for ourselves some of their sticks that
kill; then we can fight them,  said another.  So they bought
for corn all the guns and powder they could.  At other times
some of them stole firearms and tools.
       Once when =Captain =Smith and a little party of his men
had been buying corn from the Indians, their barge, loaded
with food, was left stranded by the tide.

       The youngster stooped to tighten the clumsy wrappings
of rags which served him for shoes, and hurried on after the
little, shouting mob which had followed the butcher down to
the steep hillside of =Valley =Forge, where he stood at bay
with his back to the cliff.
        There are =thirty of you,  puffed the fat butcher,
and I have only ten horns, which have been saved from the
choicest of all the cattle I've killed these past two
months.  I would I had my maul and skinning-knife here to
defend myself.  Take me to headquarters, if there is no
other way to end this riot.  I want no pay for the horns.

       Ah! the faithful pony, the lady's favorite steed that
was I heard and recognized the voice of his beloved
mistress.  Rushing from his stable, he saw the danger.  He
entered the house, and regardless alike of flames and smoke,
mounted the blazing stairs, and reached his mistress.  Quick
as thought she sprang on his back and clung to his mane, and
so he carried her downstairs, out of the house and out of
danger.  Immediately afterwards, the top floor where she had
been fell in with a crash.  The rescue was effected only
just in time!

        I was taught,  he continued,  to do many things that
are necessary for a pony's education in =Arabia.  One of the
first things I learned was to do this. 
       So saying, =Father reared upright, and solemnly walked
about on his hind legs, to my great astonishment and
admiration.
        After I could do this well, I was taught this.   So
saying, he leaped into the air, all four feet leaving the
ground at the same moment.
        When I did this easily,  said he,  I had to jump with
my master on my back.  As I leaped, he threw his long gun
into the air, and caught it again before my feet touched the
ground. 
        Wonderful!  I cried.

It was the bugle of the lord of the castle, and there came
sounding after it the bugles of many of the knights that
were with him, pealing so joyfully that Sir =Roland was sure
they were safe and happy.  As they came nearer, he could
hear their shouts of victory.  So he gave the signal to let
down the drawbridge again, and went out to meet them.  They
were dusty, and bloodstained, and weary, but they had won
the battle with the giants, and it had been such a great
victory that there had never been a happier home-coming.
       Sir =Roland greeted them all as they passed over the
bridge, and then, when he had closed the gate and fastened
it, he followed them into the great hall of 

        Dear me!  exclaimed young Mrs =Crane,  one tells me
to do this and never to do that.  Another tells me to do
that and never to do this.  I shall just please myself since
I cannot please my friends. 
        And which place do you choose?  asked her husband,
who always liked whatever she did.
        I shall build on the ground,  she said decidedly. 
 If the tree falls, it may hit the nest and it may not, but
if we build in the tree and it falls, we are sure to hit the
ground. 
        How wise you are!  exclaimed her husband.   I believe
people get in a way of building just so, and come to think
that no other way can be right. 
&&000 LYONS & CARNAHAN (1929)  4TH GRADE        LY9294T.ASC
CHILD STORY READERS (4TH GRADE) BY FRABK N. FREEMAN ET AL
SOURCE: COLUMBIA TC  XEROX SCAN EDIT BY dph
May 12, 1993

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nice, indeed. At last he made his choice.
Just as the clerk finished tying the package,
the little boy saw something he thought his
mother would like better than the gift he
had bought. He told the clerk and asked
him to make the exchange. But the cross
clerk told him he would have to keep what
he bought whether he liked it or not.
The poor boy was very much disappointed.
As he left that jewelly store with the gift he
did not want, he made up his mind that
some day he would have a store where
people could exchange anything that did not
please them. He did not think it honest to
take people's money for things they did not
want.
The little boy was =John =Wanamaker. He
lived in =Philadelphia where he often helped
his father make bricks in the =Wanamaker
brick yard. While his hands were busy
turning over the bricks so they would dry
in the sun, his head was busy dreaming of
being a great merchant.
To be a great merchant, =John knew he had



=Charles =Lindbergh was not afraid; for he
had spent many weeks making careful plans
for his flight across the ocean. He carried
more than enough fuel to take him to =Paris.
Then he thought he would have plenty
should he lose his way and have to go
farthel than he had planned. He also took
care that he would not drown if his plane
crashed while flying over the sea. He  
carried a rubber raft that would float on the
water when filled with air.
The young man did not want to be hungry
or thirsty during his trip. He took enough
canned food for five days and there was a
quart of water to use on his flight. There
was also an extra gallon of water in case of
accident. He also carried a very wonderful
cup. By breathing into this cup he could
collect the moisture in his breath, which
could be drunk when his other water supply
was gone.
After he reached =New =York, =Lindbergh
made sure his plane was ready for its trip
across the sea. Then he had to wait a few



family. It supplies almost everything the
natives need for their life in these warm
lands.
The trunk of the tree gives wood for
building houses and for making furniture
and boats, for firewood, and for any kind of
wooden article that may be needed. The
branches and the strong ribs of the leaves
are made into spears and arrows, and into
blooms, torches, and paddles for canoes.
The leaves themselves are used for  
thatching the roofs of houses. Strips of the leaves
are braided into hats and baskets and even
made into woven sails for the native ships,
and into a kind of cloth for bedding and for
clothing. The small leaves are used for the
palm leaf fans we know so well.
The outside husk of the cocoanut yields
a fiber out of which ropes, cords, brushes,
mattresses, fish-nets, and other articles are
made. The matting that you often see on
floors and the well-known, rough, brown
door-step mats on which you wipe your feet
before you go into the house are made from



The last room we visit is the show room.
Dolls of every race and color, size and shape
are to be seen in this loom. They are all
dressed according to the part they will take
in your play house. There is the nurse maid
bathing the baby doll. There is a messenge
boy with a telegran?, a butler in uniform
soldiers, tramps, farmers, policemen,  
firemen, sailors, =Eskimos, indians, and eve
other kind of doll you can think of.

Woolly ANIMALS

While we are in =New =York =City we may as
well take the subway to =Brooklyn and visit
a factory that makes woolly animals. It will
not take us long to go through this factory.
We are taken into a room where the bodies
are made. The outside of the body is wool
plush. The inside is filled with cotton. The
eyes are metal and celluloid. The show room
looks like a dog show, a bear show, a lamb
show, and a cat show all moved together.
They are so life-like that photographs of
them we see on the walls look exactly like
pictures of live animals.



Find out how a bird changes his clothes.
Read this story to ~ourself and be ready to answer
any questions your teacher may ask about the story.
It takes a bird weeks to put on a new suit
of clothes. He has nothing but his feathers
to protect him from cold and wet, and, as
feathers cannot grow out in a minute, he
would be left naked and suffer if he lost
them all at once. So he changes his dress
one or two feathers at a time.
Some day a feather will drop from each
wing. If you could look, you would see that
the new ones had started out in the same
place and pushed the old ones off. When the
new ones are pretty well grown, another
pair will fall out.
If all the feathers dropped out at once,
besides suffering with cold, the bird would



Did you ever want to know how he hides
from his enemies? You may think he is so
big that he can't hide. You need not feel
sorry for him on that account. He can look
out over the whole country and see for miles
and miles. For this reason hunters find him
one of the hardest animals to stalk.
His cream-colored brown spotted skin is
hard to see even when only a short distance
away. Nature has given him clothes the
color of sand and dead grass. His eyes are
so set in his head that he can see all around.
He can even see an enemy coming from the
back.
Again he protects himself with his legs.
He can kick in three directions with his hind
legs. Unless a lion jumps on his back, the


MODERN APARTMENT HOUSES

Use the =Little =Dictionary to look up words whose
meanings you do not know.
If all the houses were one house, what a
great house that would be.
This may sound to you like a bit of  
nonsense verse yet, the modern apartment
houses in large cities are just such great
houses.
The land in big cities is so expensive that
only people who are lucky enough to have a



 =William the =Conqueror,  read the small boy from
his history book,  landed in =England in =AD =1066. 

 What does =AD stand for?  inquired the teacher.

 After dark,  replied the boy.

A small boy's parents were about to buy him a nice
pony, and his mother told him that he ought to be a
good boy, as in a few days she would tell him  
something to make him happy. But he didn't want to
wait. His curiosity was aroused, and he used every
argument known to him to induce his mother to tell
what was coming. Finally, he said:

 Whisper it to me, =mamma, and i'll forget it. 

=Miss =Edith was shopping with her mother. When
they passed a florist's shop =Edith asked her mother
to buy a bouquet.

 No, daughter,  said the mother,  it will wither
before we get home. 

Later they passed a candy store.

 Mother,  said =Edith, smiling,  if we buy ten
cents worth of gumdrops will they wither before
we get home? 

When a certain little boy was requested by his
teacher to say his lesson, which he didn't know, he
timidly remarked:

 =Grandmother says I should be seen and not
heard !  



The two older brothers laughed at  
=Dummling, who was taking pains to look for a
golden ring, and gave themselves no trouble
whatever, but just hammered out the nails
from an old wagon ring, and then brought it
to the king.
Then =Dummling showed his golden ring,
the father said a second time,  The kingdom
belongs to =Dummling. 
The two older brothels, however, again
gave the old king no peace, until he made a
third condition, which was, that whichever
son should bring to the king the most  
beautiful woman should have the kingdom.
Again the king blew the three feathers
into the air; and again they flew as they had
done before.
Then =Dummling at once went down to the
fat frog and said,  I must take home the
most beautiful woman that can be found. 
 =Ah,  answered the frog,  the most  
beautiful woman is not easily to be found; but
still, you shall have her.
So she gave him a hollowed out carrot,



the =Chief took from a pipe stand in front
of him the pipe of his tribe.
The pipe was made of clay; the stand was
the skull of a buffalo. Turning the pipe  
upward, the =Chief smoked to the =Spirits of the
=Sky. Pointing it to the earth, he smoked to
the =Spirit of the =Earth. Then, turning it to
the north, south, east, and west, he smoked
to the =Spirits of the =Four =Directions. When
he had finished, he passed the pipe on to the
other warriors. They smoked in the same
way. As the pipe passed from hand to hand,
=Chief =Two =Bears stood up to speak.
 My children,  he said,  winter is almost
here. We will have time before his frozen
breath touches the land to decoy the buffalo
once more. Tomorrow the women and  
children will take their places behind the great
piles of stones, as always. The brave riders
ill close in on the animals and force them
over the edge of the bluff. The best hunters
will be ready to shoot any animal that tries
to escape from the trap. The herd is near;
the trap is ready; our horses are in good
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1940)  4th GRADE             MAC9404T.ASC
LET'S LOOK AROUND by Arthur I Gates and Jean Ayer
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 I can't seem to manage this truck since the
accident,  the driver complained.  I must have
lost my nerve. 
The truck chased hens just for the fun of it.
He backfired so hard at a policeman that he was
nearly arrested for carrying concealed weapons.
Then he tried to run round and round a  =Keep
to the right  sign. It stood in the middle of the
road, blinking one stupid red eye at them. He


church steps. There, in the shadow of the big
pillars, he would curl up, very small so that no
one would see him. Perhaps he could sleep there
till morning. Tomorrow he would surely find work.
There was only that empty ache, like a mouse
gnawing under his belt, that began to trouble him
more and more. If only he could be sitting down,
right now, to a good hot meal in his mother's
house!
Not even troubling which way he went, pushed
aside by the hurrying people about him, lost and
lonely, =Marcos wandered on. And presently he
turned a corner.
There he was, back in the little cobble-stone
street with the bright houses and the gardens. It
looked friendly, as a place does that one has seen
before. It was almost like coming home.
There were the arched doorways and the  
gardens behind them. There was the same parrot
he had seen that morning, sleepy now and sitting
all bunched up on its perch.
Slowly, almost on tiptoe, =Marcos walked along.
Suddenly he stopped short by the archway of a



=Tse =Ching wasn't any too cool, either, though
his single coat and trousers were thin. He led
=Buffalo out of her shed and then climbed upon
her back.  It is too hot. We must go where it
is cooler, =Buffalo,  he said.
Just before they started off, =Tse =Ching saw his
pet bird, =Bager, his name rhymes with major, 
sitting on his perch. The perch was like a wooden
=T stuck in the ground.  =Bager was tied to it by a
string. The string was long enough to let him
move about.  =Bager was flapping his wings up and
down to show that he was uncomfortable, too.
 Why, =Bager,  called =Tse =Ching,  are you
warm? You are in the shade of the wall and doing
nothing. I am warm from tugging at =Buffalo's
rope to make her move out of the shed. Buffalo
is warm because she is so big and there is so much
of her in the sun. But you are little, =Bager, and
your black wings and shining feathers look very
cool to me. 
=Bager lifted his wings high and opened his  
yellow beak to call,  =Caw, cawl  He acted as if he
thought he was far warmer than either =Buffalo
or =Tse =Ching. But really he was not.



The man had a long green beard that looked like
seaweed. He was asleep on the sand.
Hercules stole up on tiptoe and caught the old
man by an arm and leg.  Tell me,  he cried in
a loud voice,  the way to the =Garden of the
=Hesperides.  
The =Old =Man of the =Sea woke in a fright. As
soon as he found that someone was holding him,
he turned himself into a stag. Hercules was
surprised, you may well believe, to find himself
holding a stag; but he held on tight. The stag
turned into a great bird with prickly wings.
The bird fluttered and screamed. But it could
not get away. In a short time, it turned into a
dog with three heads, all growling and snapping.
But =Hercules held on. The dog turned into a
six-legged man, kicking as hard as he could.  
Hercules did not let go. Then a great snake took the
place of the man. But =Hercules squeezed it so
tight that it hissed with pain.
At last the =Old =One gave up and turned back
into himself.
 Why do you hold me?  he cried.  You are
an extremely rude person!  What do you want? 



One day it happened that the =King of that
coulltry had a state call to pay. So he put on
his crown and his purple cloak and stepped into
the royal coach. The =King did not go visiting
very often because everywhere he went was so
ugly that he preferred to stay at home.
He drove along and along, and the coach wheels
crunched and bumped over the rubbish, and the
paper and dust blew in at the windows. The
=King grew extremely cross because it was all so
very unpleasant. But after a while he began to
look about in surprise.
 Stop! =Stop!  he called to the coachman.
The coachman jumped down from his box, the
footmen jumped down from the steps, and the
lords and ladies who were following the =King
jumped out of their carriages.  Did =Your =Majesty
speak?  said they.
 Just look at the hedgesl  cried the =King.  See
how green and beautiful they are! What can be
the matter with them? 
The coachman looked at the hedges, the  
footmen looked at the hedges, the lords and ladies



Yes,  said =Mother.  But you can make from
bayberries a soap that smells better. You know
bayberries, those hard blue berries that grow on
bushes near the shore. You must have seen them
when we were in =New =Hampshire. They aren't
good to eat. 
 They certainly aren't,  said =Jimmie.  I tried
eating some once when I was little. 
 If you will go down to the beach and pick
some of the bayberries that grow there, we will
boil them in water until a kind of fat or wax
comes out of them. Then, when the water cools
and the fat rises, it can be skimmed off and boiled
with lye. It will make a good soap for our hands.
The bayberry fat makes pretty candles, too. They
smell sweet and spicy as they burn. 
Suddenly =Father turned on the lights. Mother
and =Jimmie and =Sue all looked a little dazed.
They had played their make-believe game so hard,
it had almost seemed real to them. They couldn't
come back quickly to electric lights and steam
heat.
 Well,  said =Mother,  that was hard work. I'm
thankful I don't really have to snake soap for the



Oh, a bottle of ink, a bottle of ink!
What's bottled up in a bottle of ink?
Princes and ponies and pirates and bees,
Pixies and brownies and magical keys,
Lions and tigers and ladies and knights,
Colorful peeps at most marvelous sights,
Witches and giants and fairies and fays,
Heroes who lived in the far-away days, 
More wonderful things than you ever could
think
All bottled up in a bottle of inkl

down. Then we got the step-ladder out of the shed.
I took the basket and climbed up the  
stepladder. The window was low; so it was easy to
get into the kitchen. =Jeru climbed up back of
me with the bottle of milk and the saucer.
The kitchen was as dark as a pocket. I couldn't
see a thing. But I took a step forward into the
darkness.
Then I heard a queer squeaky voice across the
room from me. It said,  Hold up your hands or
I'll shoot. 
Oh, boy!  Was I scared! I dropped the basket
and put up my hands. But =Jeru didn't. She was
at the top of the ladder, just going to get into
the kitchen.
Well, she gave one awful yell and fell in. The
milk bottle and saucer flew out of her hands. Oh,
what a crash!  Then I heard a girl's voice, a
scared voice, say,  =Tom, they aren't thieves. 
And someone turned on a light.
The people we had heard were a boy and girl, 
about as big as =Jeru and I. The kitchen certainly
looked funny. There was milk all over the floor.



Great-Grandfather =Warren had come to make a
visit.  =Ted and =Anne were delighted. They were
very fond of their great-grandfather. He was a
bright, jolly person in spite of being almost =eighty
years old, and he always had interesting stories to tell.
The children called him  =Greatest.  That was
partly because it was a shorter name than  
 greatgrandfather  and partly to show that they thought
Mr =Warren a splendid person, as, indeed, he was.



The plum trees scattered their sweet smell
through the night air. But =Mother =Lotor did not
seem to notice the flowers. She was hungry. She
had eaten nothing since the night before.
She reached the stream and waited a moment
to look and listen and sniff. She did not rest on
her toes like a cat or dog. She stood with the soles
of her feet flat on the ground. The marks of her
feet in the mud were like the prints of a baby's hands.
She was about =thirty inches long from the tip
of her nose to the tip of her bushy tail. The fur
close to her body was a dull brown. The longer
hairs were gray, and those on her back were tipped
with black.
Perhaps you have guessed that =Mother =Lotor
was a raccoon. If you had met her by the stream,
you could not have seen in the dark how  
handsome she was. But it was not too dark for her to
see with her keen night eyes whatever was near her.
Mother =Lotor was a skillful hunter and fisher.
Her movements were both quiet and swift. She
caught a few frogs and killed them very quickly.
&&000  NEWSON & CO.  (1929)   4TH GRADE            NEW9294T.ASC
BOOD FRIENDS by Rose Lees Hardy and Edna Turpin
Source: Columbia TC  xerox, typed by Mrs Rooney, edit by DPH
May 15, 1993

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    As he sat there, he heard the talk of the people who
went in and out; and one day two of the king's servants
whispered together that they meant to kill the king.  The
next time =Esther passed, =Mordecai stood up in the gate and
told her; and =Queen =Esther told the king what =Mordecai had
heard, and the king had the two servants hanged on a tree.
    
       Now, the king had a favorite whose name was =Haman, and
no one hated the =Jews so much as =Haman did.  The king gave
=Haman great honors, and ordered that all his servants should
bow whenever he went by.  But when =Haman went in and out of
the king's gate =Mordecai never bowed; he just sat where he
was.  Then =Haman was angry; he knew =Mordecai was a =Jew, and
he thought of a plan to punish all the =Jews and =Mordecai
among them.
       So he went to the king and said:  There are certain
people called =Jews who have no country of their own, but are
scattered here and there through all your countries.  They
have their own laws and do not obey yours, and it would be
better for you not to keep them.  So send


said a voice in the flame.  It was as if a =thousand voices
said this together, and the flames darted up the chimney and
went out at the top.
       More delicate than the flames, not seen by human eyes,
tiny beings floated upþas many as there had been blossoms on
the flax.  They were even lighter than the flames that had
borne them.  When the flames went out and nothing remained
of the paper but black ashes, they danced over it once more,
and where they touched the black mass, little red sparks
leaped out.
        The children are all out of school and the
schoolmaster came last of all,  the children said.  That was
fun and the children sang over the dead ashes:

words.  The ground opened in front of them and showed a
square stone about a foot and a half across, with a brass
ring in the center.
       =Aladdin was so frightened that he started to run away,
but the magician gave him a box on the ear that knocked him
down.  Poor =Aladdin got up, trembling and with tears in his
eyes.
        My dear uncle,  he cried,  why did you strike me? 
        I have good reasons for it,  replied the magician. 
 Obey me, and you shall be well treated.

The people cheered loudly when he went up to the sheriff's
wife, who presented the arrow.  She made a pretty little
speech to him and he thanked her politely.
       Then everyone went home.  Robin and his men went back
as they had come, by twos and threes and by different roads,
so no one knew who they were.
        
       When =Robin and his men were all met again under the
greenwood tree, they had a merry time.  There was a good
supper waiting for them.  Such laughing and talking there
was!  They had many adventures and jokes to tell.  The
beautiful silver arrow was passed around and everyone
admired it very much.

       Another common butterfly is one called the monarch. 
The name suits it because it is a large, handsome fellow as
finely dressed as a king.  Its wings are brown or  
orangered, banded with black and trimmed on the edges with several
rows of white spots.
       When the monarch butterfly is hungry, it poises above
a flower, unrolls its long tongue which it carries coiled
like a watch spring, and feeds on the nectar in the flower. 
It flies from flower to flower to get nectar; but when it is
ready to lay its eggs, it always goes to a milkweed plant. 
No matter how far it has to go to find the milkweed, it will
not lay its eggs on any other plant.  For this reason, it is
often called the milkweed butterfly.

He was also taught to wear a message tube fastened to the
front of his leg.  Then =Cher =Ami was carried to the valley
of the =Argonne as a member of the =United =States =Army.  Thus
he began his glorious career under the =Stars and =Stripes.
       He was only one of =hundreds of feathered messengers
who served with the =Americans during the =World =War.  Not one
of this pigeon army ever deserted.  The birds were taken
prisoners, they were wounded, they were killed.  But
whatever happened, the pigeon messengers were found in the
line of duty, trying to go home with their messages.

       =Jim would chatter to him all the while as if he had
been another child, saying sometimes,  No, you mustn't do
that; you must do it this way,  and =Toto would watch what
=Jim did and then give a perfect imitation of it.
       Another game he liked was trying to build a dam across
a pond in the garden.  =Basil would build from one bank,
while =Toto, determined to give his aid where it was most
wanted, would help =Jim on the other bank.
       =Jim would take command, and =Toto carried out the
orders, scooping up mud with his hands, carrying it to the
edge of the water, and laying it exactly where =Jim directed. 
Then =Jim would

       =Oswald was attired in red paint and flour and pajamas,
for a clown.  It is really impossible to run speedfully in
another man's pajamas, so =Oswald had taken them off, and
wore his own brown knickerbockers.  He had tied the pajamas
around his neck to carry them easily.
       =Noel was a highwayman in brown paper gaiters and bath
towels and a cocked hat of newspaper.  I don't know how he
kept it on.  And the pig was encircled by the banner of our
country.
       All the same, I think if I had seen a band of youthful
travelers in bitter distress about a pig I should have tried
to lend a helping hand and not sat roaring by the hedge, no
matter how the travelers and the pig might have been
dressed.

Once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was
reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it.
        What is the use of a book,  thought =Alice,  without
pictures or conversations? 
       So she was considering, in her own mind  as well as
she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and
stupid , whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would
be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies,
when suddenly a =White =Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by
her.
       There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did
=Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the
=Rabbit say to itself,  =Oh, dear!  Oh, dear!  I shall be too
late!  When she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to
her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time
it all seemed quite natural.

       At last, by good luck, a soldier came along, who,
hearing all the noise, thought that a colt had escaped from
its master.  He planted himself in the middle of the road,
to catch the runaway.
       =Pinocchio saw the soldier in the road and tried to run
between his legs, but he could not do it.  The soldier
seized the marionette by his long nose and handed him to
=Geppetto.
       The little old man wanted to punish the marionette by
pulling his ears.  But when he searched for the ears he
could not find them.

       While the bear played, the little boy had been
watching a slim, moving shadow that seemed to have drifted
out from among the heavier shadows into the half-lit open
space in front of them.  As the music ceased, it drifted
back again.
        Play some more, =Ratio,  he whispered.
       Again the bear played and again the slim shadow
appeared in the moonlight and presently another and another. 
Some of them were slender and graceful; some of them heavier
and slower of movement.
       As the music continued, they swung into a half circle
and drew closer.
       Now and then the boy caught a glimpse of two shining
sparks that kept time and movement with each other.
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the big silk flag that stood in the corner behind the desk. 
It was a beautiful flag, with a gilded eagle on top, and
=Bobby knew that it was brought out only for great occasions,
such as the =Memorial =Day parade in which the children were
to take part.
       The lower class was reciting, and =Bobby was supposed
to be studying, but somehow he could not take his eyes off
the flag.  How brightly it shone!  It seemed almost as if it
were lighted inside, and were sending out rays of glowing
red, white, and blue.
       Suddenly the flag grew larger and larger, and the
colors seemed to melt into a haze.  Then =Bobby was surprised
to see a figure step out of the flagþa tall figure with
striped red and white trousers and white-starred coat of
blue.  At once the excited boy saw that it was =Uncle =Sam.
        Well, =Bobby,  said =Uncle =Sam, smiling down at him,
 you were staring at me so hard that  I felt as if you wanted
to ask me something.  What is it? 

 it is time for me to go.  I have listened to you so long
that  I have almost melted away.  If  I don't get back to a
sensible climate soon, there will be nothing left of me. 
But  I will never harm your wonderful snow of the =South.  It
is a beautiful and useful gift to the world.  Farewell,
=Brother =Wind.  Come to my northern prairies soon.  They need
you, and we can play a fine game of =Whirls before the wheat
is up.  Or if you don't care for that, we can tell stories,
like the wonderful story you have just told me. 
       Farewell,  murmured =South =Wind softly.   I will come
when  I am needed, =O =Brother. 
       Then =North =Wind went whistling homeward.  But =South
=Wind remained in his beloved cotton fields, rustling the
green leaves, refreshing the busy cotton pickers, and
playing with the great snowdrifts of cotton piled high in
baskets ready to be carried away to the cotton gins.  For
the yearly gift of the =South was starting on its long
journey to all parts of the world.

        Father =Bear!  Don't you hear the clicking of a
trigger?  cried the boy.   Run, or you'll be shot! 
       =Father =Bear started off in great haste, but first he
picked up =Nils in his teeth.  As he ran, a shot rang out,
and the bullet grazed his ear, though luckily, he escaped.
       The boy thought, as he was dangling from the bear's
mouth, that never had he been so stupid as he was that
night.  If he had only kept still, the bear would have been
shot, and he himself would have been free!

The =Nutcrackers sat by a plate on the table;
The =Sugar-tongs sat by a plate at his side;
And the =Nutcracker said,  Don't you wish we were able
Along the blue hills and green meadows to ride?
Must we drag on this stupid existence forever,
So idle and weary, so full of remorse,
While everyone else takes his pleasure, and never
Seems happy unless he is riding a horse?
Don't you think we could ride without being instructed,
Without any saddle or bridle or spur?
Our legs are so long and so aptly constructed,
I'm sure that an accident could not occur.
Let us all of a sudden hop down from the table,
And hustle downstairs and jump on a horse!

of the country.  Most of the travelers went in their own
carriages, or on horseback.  But there were some coaches
going over the rough highways, and it was the custom for the
owners of plantations to invite the passengers to come into
their homes for rest and food.
       Gone is the old stage-coach, with its interesting
history!  Nowadays we speed at the rate of a mile a minute
over smooth rails.  We lie down to sleep in a =Pullman car,
and when we awake in the morning find ourselves several
=hundred miles farther on our journey.

        A fine bird,  said Mr =Owl, very slowly, as if
thinking aloud;  a perfect bird, except except what? let me
see ah, a sly look in the left eye if both eyes very
sly very cunning a thief, in fact; steals Mr =Farmer's corn
and peas especially in the early morning when nobody is
around a very bad fault one of the worst.  I am quite sure,
Mr =Crow, that =Springtime would not choose you for his
herald he could not trust you.  That will do.  Mr =Parrot! 
       Mr =Parrot walked up very slowly and took his place on
the seat.  The owl gazed at him a long time, and then said,
 =Fine feathers green, yellow fine feathers rather small
head large tongue, small head talks more than he
thinks talks very much more than he thinks talks often
without thinking says what he hears others say.  Tongue

        Now, little man,  said he,  off you run, and you'll
be in time for the feast. 
        =Ivan the =Ninny thanked the giant for carrying him
through the sea, and then ran off to his father's house. 
Long before he got there he heard the musicians in the
courtyard playing as if they wanted to wear out their
instruments before night.  The wedding feast had just begun. 
When =Ivan ran in, there at the great table sat the beautiful
=Princess, and beside her his eldest brother.  And there were
his father and mother, his second brother, and all the
guests.  Every one of them was as merry as could be, except
the =Princess.  She was as white as the salt he had sold to
her father, and her eyes were full of tears.
       Suddenly the blood flushed into her cheeks, for she
saw  =Ivan in the doorway.  Up she jumped, crying out,  There! 
There is my brave prince, who  I thought was dead!  I will
not marry this man who sits beside me at the table! 

       Then all the foolish monkeys tried to think of some
punishment that would really put an end to the turtle.  At
last one old monkey said,   I know the best way to get rid of
him.  We will throw him into the river and drown him! 
       =When the turtle heard this plan, he felt very happy
indeed, for he knew that a strong swimmer like him could not
drown.  But he pretended to be greatly frightened.   Oh,
please do not drown me!  he cried.   Give me any punishment
except that! 
       Off to the river with him!  said the monkey-chief. 
 Now we know just what punishment he fears. 
       At once the monkeys carried him to the bank of the
river and tossed him out into the stream.  Then they all sat
on the bank to watch him drown.

Look here, at the cut which  I was careful to make very
clean with the ax.  Don't you see some rings in the wood,
rings which begin near the center and keep getting larger
and larger until they reach the bark? 
         I see them,  =Jules replied;  they are rings fitted
one inside another. 
        They look a little like the circles that come just
after a stone has been thrown into the water,  remarked
=Claire.
        I must tell you,  continued =Uncle =Paul,  that those
circles are called annual layers.  Why annual, if you
please?  Because one is formed every year; one only,
understand; neither more nor less.  Those who spend their
lives studying plants tell us that there is no doubt on that
point.  From the moment the little tree springs from the
seed to the time when the old tree dies every year there is
formed a ring, a layer of wood.  Now that you understand
this, let us count the layers of our pear-tree. 

       He did not expect any help now.  He knew the =Alps too
well to suppose, even if his companions had succeeded in
getting out of the snow-drift, that they could find him
where he now was.  He could not shout.  His lips and tongue
seemed frozen stiff.  He could not see very far.  Soon he
began to feel a little warmer, and sleepy.  He knew that if
he went to sleep he would never wake again.  But he didn't
care; he might as well be comfortable.  And there was nobody
on earth who could save him.  Anybody who came to him there
would die, too.  The best thing he could do would be to go
to sleep.

               HOW THE =SNOW-KING SAVED =PAOLO
        In all the whole world there was no one who could save
this poor boy that is, if you did not count =Caspar, the
snow-king.  He could do it.  And he did do it.
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their leaves. The birds come back. The forest children
awake. 
=Peboan continued,  When I come to the earth, I shake
my locks, and snow falls from the clouds. The streams
grow hard and still. The winds sing dirges through the
naked trees. 
  When I come to the earth,  laughed =Seegwun,   I shake
my ringlets, and warm showers fall from the clouds. The
grass awakes. The flowers bloom. Soft breezes blows
The streams are glad and sing as they dance along. 
 =Peboan,  said the youth,  the =Great =Spirit has sent me
to the earth and you must go. 
=Seegwun smiled and the tepee grew warm. =Peboan
became silent. His head drooped lower and lower. The
sun shone forth, and the snow melted beneath its rays. Then
=Spring waved his hands over the sleeping =Peboan, and he
sank upon the ground. Smaller and smaller he grew. His
clothing seemed turned to furry leaves and covered the
door of the tepee.
The youth smiled, for =Peboan was gone. Softly he lifted
the furry leaves, and beneath each cluster he placed blossoms
of white and pink. He breathed upon them with his  
fragrant breath, and they became sweet. Their spicy odor
filled all the tepee. Then the youth laughed gladly and
went his way.
The sun shone, and the children of the little =Indian village
ran from their homes and danced and sang in its warmth.
A bird u as caroling in the tree top, and they stopped =Lo listen.
The stream shook off its icy covering and went singing down
its course. The children followed it.
They came to the spot where the tepee of =Peboan had
stood. And lo ! all the ground was covered with  
fragrant flowers.
The arbutus !   cried the children.   The arbutus !  
They picked the beautiful, fragrant blossoms and  
joyously carried them home. And when the old people of the
village saw them, they knew that the =Spirit of the =Spring
had returned to fill the earth with joy and gladness.


STUDY AND ENJOYMENT

Stories like this are called  nature myths.  There are
several nature myths in the =Second and =Third =Readers; can you
recall what they are ?  Why do people prize the arbutus so ?
What should be done to preserve it ?
THE HAPPY PRINCE

Some people call this a sad story. Does it seem sad to you?

High above the city on a tall column, stood the statue
of the =Happy =Prince. He was gilded all over with thin
leaves of fine gold; for eyes he had two bright sapphires,
and a large red ruby glowed on his sword hilt.
He was very much admired indeed.  He is as beautiful
as a weathercock,  remarked one of the =Town =Councilors.



down, she falls down !  Fairy claps her hands.  Now
=Cho =Cho brings out your cornrade. They are bringing him
home. Your friend is saved ! Your friend is saved !

=FAIRY takes the little men by their hands and they dance to
gether around the stage. Enter =CHO =CHO and =ONION. 

=Cho =Cho. I bring your comrade, little men. No harm
shall befall you, for the witch is blind and helpless.
Fairy. And my children can eat green vegetables.
 Claps her hands.  They would not be strong without
vegetables. I do so thank you, dear =Cho =Cho.
=Beet. We all thank you.
=Onion  to =CHO =CHO I, most of all, do thank you, for I
have been in the witch's house. Before you came, I lay on
the cold stone floor, bound hand and foot. On the fire a
great pot of coffee sputtered and spilled over, making a
most unpleasant odor as it burned. There was no fresh air
in the dark cave, and the floor was covered with dirt and
litter. I had lost all hope, when from without I heard =Cho
=Cho's clear voice, then the dog =Publicity's happy bark.
=ONION puts handkerchief to eyes.  I can say no more,  
=Vegetables, I am overcome by my memories.  VEGETABLES
crowd around him and shake his hand. 

 Enter NEIGhBOR APPLE TREE 

=Neighbor =Apple =Tree  to =VEGETABLES . I told you the
=Good =Fairy would help you. =Beet. You did, indeed.
=Cho =Cho. Come, let us dance here in this lovely garden



=Black =Rappee snuff,  said =Jip as he climbed the stairs.  If
the man had a hard smell, like string, now, or hot water,
it would be different. But snuff!  =Tut, tut !  
Does hot water have a smell?  asked the =Doctor.
Certainly it has,  said =Jip.  Hot water smells quite
different from cold water. It is warm water, or ice, that
has the really difficult smell. Why, I once followed a man
for ten miles on a dark night by the smell of the hot water
he had used to shave with, for the poor fellow had no
soap. Now then, let us see which way the wind is blowing.
Wind is very important in long-distance smelling. It mustn't
be too fierce a wind, and of course it must blow the right
way. A nice, steady, damp breeze is the best of all. Ha!
This wind is from the north. 
Then =Jip went up to the front of the ship and smelt the
wind. He started muttering to himself,  Tar; =Spanish
onions; kerosene oil; wet rain coats; crushed laurel leaves;
rubber burning; lace curtains being washed, no, my
mistake, lace curtains hanging out to dry; and foxes, 
=hundreds of cubs; and,  
Can you really smell all those different things in this
one wind?  asked the =Doctor.
Why, of course !  said =Jip.  And those are only a few
of the easy smells, the strong ones. Any mongrel uith
a cold in the head could smell those. Wait now, and I'll
tell you some of the harder scents that are coming on this
wind, a few of the dainty ones. 
Then the dog shut his eyes tight, poked his nose straight



lmagine his feelings if you can ! He called aloud to his
uncle, saying he would give him the lamp if he would only
let him out. But all his cries were useless, and there he
remained in perfect darkness. He went down the steps?
hoping to find the garden once more, but the door to the
garden was shut. Then he sat down on the steps and gave
way to tears.
For two days =Aladdin lay in this dark cave without food
or drink. On the third day, feeling that he must soon die,
he clasped his hands in prayer, saying,  There is no power
but in =God.  As he joined his hands, he happened to rub
the ring which the magician had put upon his finger.
To his horror a frightful looking genie rose out of the earth.
 What do you wish?  he said.  I am the =Genie of the
=Ring, and am bound to be the slave of any one who wears it. 
Whoever you are, take me out of this place if you can, 
cried =Aladdin. As he spoke, the earth opened and he found
himself on the very spot where the magician had lighted
the fire.

The GENIE Of The Lamp

=Aladdin hurried home and fell upon the doorstep faint
with hunger. His mother, who had given him up for lost,
received him with great joy. After refreshing himself with
food and drink, =Aladdin told his mother the story of his
adventure and showed her the ring, the lamp, and the fruit
from the garden. She admired the fruit but, like =Aladdin,
thought it nothing more than beautiful colored glass.


of a coon. The coon's tail flew out behind as he walked, 
like a funny, furry tassel. But if you could have looked
into the honest, twinkling, gray eyes of this little lad of long
ago, you would have liked him at once.
In one hand little =Abe held something very precious.
It wasn't a purse of gold nor a bag of jewels. It was only
a book, but little =Abe thought more of that book than he
would of gold or precious stones. To know just what that
book meant to little =Abe, you must be very fond of reading.
You must think how it uould seem to live far away from
all schools, to have no books of your own, and to see no books
anywhere, except two or three old ones of your mother's
that you had read over and over until you knew them by
heart.
So, when a neighbor had said that little =Abe might take
a book home and keep it until he had read it all through,
do you wonder that his eyes shone like stars ? A real book
, a book that told about the big world! Little =Abe's
heart beat fast; it seemed almost too good to be true.
Little =Abe's home uas built on a hillside. It was not
much like your home. It was not built of stone or brick,
not even of nice, smooth lumber, but of rough logs. When
little =Abe  lay in his small bed, close to the roof, he could
look through the chinks between the logs and see the white
stars shining, down on him. Sometimes the great yellow
moon smiled at him as she sailed through the dark night
sky. And sometimes, too, saucy raindrops dropped down
on the little face on the coarse pillow.


=Tony is a product of the  =Pet =Show Idea.  In towns
and cities of the =West, from =Great =Salt =Lake to the great
salt ocean, an interesting new movement has been growing.
Once a year the children have been giving  pet shows. 
These are quite unlike the stock shows that grow.  people
hold, the poultry shows, horse shows, dog shows, cat shows,
and cattle shows which we all know about. In those,  
animals are judged for points and pedigrees. But these  
children's  =Pet =Shows of the =West  are for =Towser and =Fido and
=Tabby, for the tame pigeons, =John's white mice, =Elizabeth's
canary, and =Maud's goldfish. They are for the pond fish
that =James is bringing up, the fox cub the forester gave to
=Robert, =Harriet's bees, =Tom's pony, the baby robin that
fell from the nest and is now our baby's care, for any pet
of which any child is proud.
The pets entered are judged not only for pedigree but
also and chiefly for the loving care they have had and for
their own good dispositions.
Once a year, on many a street of =San =Francisco, =Salt =Lake
=City, =Seattle, =Spokane, =San =Leandro, =San =Mateo, =Alameda,
=Ogden, and other cities and towns, more of them every
year, you may see what looks like a young circus. It is
only a group of children bringing their pets for entry in the
pet show.
The children come from the wealthiest homes and from
the simplest. They come afoot, carrying their pets,  
leading them, or pushing them in wheelbarrows; they come in
wagons, carriages, and automobiles. They bring all sorts
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       Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the =Swallow picked
off, till the =Happy =Prince looked quite dull and gray.  Leaf
after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the
children's faces grew rosy, and they laughed and played
games in the street.   We have bread now!  they cried.
       Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. 
The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were
so bright and glistening.  Long icicles like crystal daggers
hung down from the eaves of the houses.  Everybody went
about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and
skated on the ice.
       The poor little =Swallow grew colder and colder, but he
would not leave the =Prince; he loved him too well.  He
picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was
not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his
wings.

       A vast sheet of water now lay before them.  They had
drifted far from the land; but the wind was changing, and
the tide, too, was beginning to wash them toward the shore.
       There was a long strip of land reaching outward near
the mouth of the bay.  The floe was approaching this
opening.  =Ikwa was watching.  He walked over to the side of
the floe.
        =Annowee,  he called,  when we float near that point,
we must try to gain the land.   His sister came across to
look.   Unless we go ashore there,  said he,  we shall never
reach home again. 
       =Ikwa brought the dogs to the same side with them. 
 Now, =Annowee,  he said,  sit down upon the sledge and cling
to it.  Don't let go your hold whatever happens. 
        But what shall you do?  she asked.
        I'll spring on behind when the times comes,  he said.

       When the first people began to travel about from place
to place, they walked.  There was no other way for them to
go, unless they came to water.  In that case they might
journey down great rivers on rafts, making use of the
current to sweep them along.  They might cross lakes in
canoes driven by paddles, or voyage on larger bodies of
water in boats driven by oars or even by sails.  But for a
long time the only way people could get from place to place
on land was to walk.
       Now this was all very well, so long as they had little
or nothing but their weapons, their spears and bows and
arrows, to carry with them.  But later the tribes began to
settle down and collect property, that is, such things as
pottery and

It usually ended in broken easels and spoiled canvases. 
Then the knights sorrowfully returned to everyday life and
repaired damages.
       Perhaps it seemed as if fame came very suddenly and
easily to =Rosa =Bonheur, but the preparation had been going
on for many a long day.  Those brown eyes of hers with their
quick, alert look had noticed and marked many things since
the days when she played in the big garden at =Bordeaux.  It
was her love and patient study of animals that taught her
how to draw them so faithfully.
       But even then something else was needed.  The boat may
be built and prepared with care, the sail may be set on
high, but unless a breeze comes to fill the sail the boat
can make but little way.

        Certainly it has,  said =Jip.   Hot water smells quite
different from cold water.  It is warm water or ice that has
the really difficult smell.  Why,I once followed a man for
ten miles on a dark night by the smell of the hot water he
had used to shave with for the poor fellow had no soap.  Now
then, let us see which way the wind is blowing.  Wind is
very important in long-distance smelling.  It mustn't be too
fierce a wind and of course it must blow the right way.  A
nice, steady, damp breeze is the best of all.  =Ha!  This
wind is from the north. 
       Then =Jip went up to the front of the ship and smelt
the wind.  He started muttering to himself,  =Tar; =Spanish
onions; kerosene oil; wet rain coats; crushed laurel leaves;
rubber burning; lace curtains being washed no, my
mistake lace curtains hanging out to dry; and foxes hundreds
of cubs; and 
        Can you really smell all those different things in
this one wind?  asked the =Doctor.
        Why, of course!  said =Jip.   And those are only a few
of the easy smells the strong ones. 

And there was =Damian all the time, gliding along as if in a
boat, his snowshoes moving as if of their own accord, never
catching against anything nor slipping off.  He even took my
fur coat and slung it over his shoulder and still kept
urging me on.
       We went on for two more miles and came out on the
other side of the marsh.  I was lagging behind.  My
snowshoes kept slipping off, and my feet stumbled.  Suddenly
=Damian, who was ahead of me, stopped and waved his arm.
       When I came up to him, he bent down, pointing with his
hand, and whispered,  =Do you see the magpie chattering above
that undergrowth?  It scents the bear from afar.  That is
where he must be. 
       We turned off and went for more than another  
halfmile, when we came on to the old track again.  We had,
therefore, been right round the bear, who was now within the
track we had left.

       On his way back he stopped in the garden to look at
the fruit.  The trees were loaded with the most wonderful
fruits of different colors, all of them precious stones of
marvelous size.  Aladdin did not know their value and
thought them only colored glass.  But the beauty and size of
the fruit delighted him so much that he gathered some of
each kind, filling his pockets and the bosom of his robe. 
Thus loaded down with treasure, =Aladdin hurried back to the
mouth of the cave, where the magician impatiently awaited
him.
        Give me your hand, uncle,  said =Aladdin,  and help me
up. 
        First give me the lamp,  said the magician.   It will
be in your way. 
        Indeed, uncle,  said =Aladdin,  it is not in my way. 
I will give it to you as soon as I am out. 
        The magician would not help =Aladdin up until he had
the lamp.  =Aladdin had the lamp so covered up with the
colored fruit that he could not well get at it; and the more
anxious the magician appeared to get hold of the lamp, the
more unwilling =Aladdin was to give it up.

       After a while the heat of the fire made the chestnuts
pop open.  Then the monkey said,  The chestnuts are roasted
and ready to eat.  Pretty pussy, your long, lovely paws were
made to pull the chestnuts out of the fire.  See whether you
can reach them. 
       The foolish cat was greatly pleased by what the clever
monkey said.  He grinned and stretched out his long, yellow
paw and pulled a chestnut out of the hot ashes.  His paw was
badly burned.
        =Meow!  =Meow!  the cat cried in pain, as he jumped up
and down and blew on his paw.
        Poor pussy, pretty pussy, let me blow on your paw, 
said the monkey.

       He watched =Tewfik closely as he sat in the light of
the dying coals.  Seeing him young and fair to look upon,
=Vitou asked him eagerly many questions, which the hermit
answered wisely.
       After a while they lay down to rest, the hermit upon a
rude couch of dried grass, and =Vitou upon his sweet-smelling
boughs.  In the middle of the night =Vitou was aroused by the
fearful wailing cries of wild beasts, which came nearer and
nearer the hermit's dwelling.  By and by a united chorus of
blood-curdling yells and howlings was heard directly under
the platform upon which they were sleeping.  =Vitou,
trembling with terror, crouched among his boughs, scarcely
daring to breathe.
       Then he saw =Tewfik suddenly arise, take down a bunch
of herbs from the wall, and start toward the door.  =Vitou
cried out to him not to go out, or he would be killed. 
=Tewfik heeded not his words but disappeared down the ladder. 
In an instant the howlings ceased.  =Vitou, breathless with
fear, crawled softly over to the doorway and peeped out.
       
Slowly,  on all threes,  they made their way to the door
through which =Max always saw the players go.  Too tired and
excited to speak when he reached the doorkeeper, =Max simply
held up the ball.
        Finding the ball surely lets you in,  said the man
pleasantly.   Push to the front if you'd like to see. 
        Like to see!   Think of it!  They pushed to the front
so far that they stood outside the benches of the home team,
which happened at that moment to be out in the field. 
Scarcely had =Max settled himself on a bench with the
trembling =Pepper close in his arms, when a great shouting
arose.
        Out!  Out!  Out!  screamed the fans.
       In a moment the big men in red uniforms came trooping
toward the benches, laughing and clapping a certain  
curlyhaired player upon the back.
        Here!  What are you doing here?  said one man gruffly
to =Max, as he stumbled over the newcomers.
       As the two started to creep away, he noticed their
helplessness and added more kindly,  =Oh, you may stay. 

       A big, old-fashioned ice chest stood on the porch near
the kitchen door.  =Jim knew all about the meat that was kept
there; he also knew all about the time when some tempting
bit would be taken out and carried into the kitchen.  Just
before such an event he always perched himself, partly
hidden by leaves, in an oak tree near by.  The moment the
lid was lifted, down he plunged right into the chest, giving
one big caw followed by a series of squawkings.  We never
fed him anything but meat.  He much preferred it raw, but
when he was very hungry, he would sometimes eat it cooked.
       =Jim would never stay on the place when the family went
away for an entire day.  He would become lonely and sit upon
the weathervane of the house across the road so that he
might see us the sooner when we returned.
&&000 SILVER BURDETT cO.  (1947)  4TH GRADE         SIL9474T.ASC
Wonder and Laughter  by Elizabeth H. Bennett et al
SOURCE: Columbia TC  xerox scan edit by DPH June 1, 1993

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 Won't he fly away?  asked =Lola, who noticed
that he wasn't fastened in any way.
 Oh, no, he never goes far. He knows this is his
home.  =Grandmother held out her hand and called
softly,  Come here, come here.  The pretty little
bird flew over to sit on her wrist, and allowed =Lola
and =Carlos to stroke his head gently.
The day was spent mostly in talking about all the
things that had happened since =Mother and  
=Grandmother had last been together.
=Carlos helped =Tio bring water from the  
neighborhood well and chop wood for the kitchen stove, and
=Tio pointed out his own clump of bamboo quite
proudly. It grew just inside the yard and was very
thick and tall.
 I built most of the frame of the house out of that,
and the fence as well,  he said.  See, the fence is
beginning to grow again in places. I'll have to trim
off the little green branches. I wouldn't sell that
clump of bamboo for many pesos. We eat the tender
little shoots and make water buckets and other useful
things out of the big branches. 
=Lola enjoyed helping to cook the meals. The stove
was made of earth packed as hard as rock, with  
several stones lying on top of it to hold the pots. There
was no chimney, but the smoke went through cracks
in the wall.
When they swept, the crumbs went right through
the floor-spaces into the chicken coop. This was nice
for the chickens as well as for the people. But once
in a while something small like a penny or a  
haircomb would fall through, and then =Lola would have
to run downstairs and hunt for it.
The beds were clean straw mats laid on the floor,
and instead of nettings to keep away mosquitoes,
they had woven grass sheets of pretty bright colors,
which were cool enough to cover heads and all.
One night they had all been asleep for what
seemed a long time, when =Carlos felt something  
pulling at his hair and heard a funny little sound near by.
He sat up quickly and looked around. There was
=Chungo, excitedly jumping about, whining and
making faces. Carlos could see him in the  
moonlight which streamed through the open door. He
noticed that =Chungo's little red collar was gone.
 What's the matter, =Chungo, and why did you
take off your collar? I didn't know you could do
that, though your funny little paws are just like
hands. 
There were the strangest noises going on in the



The boys almost died of laughter when they saw
this funny little man, who was, they knew, a =Wood
=Dwarf.
They called out to him,  If you know how to
crack nuts, come here and open ours. 
But the funny little man grumbled through his
great, strong teeth,

If I crack the nuts for you,
Promise that you'll give me two. 

Yes, yes!  cried the boys.  You shall have all
the nuts you wish. Only crack some for us, and be
quick about it!  
The little man stood before them, for he could not
sit down because of his long, stiff pigtail that hung
down behind, and he sang,

Lift my pigtail, long and thin,
Place your nuts my jaws within,
Pull the pigtail down, and then
I'll crack your nuts, my little men. 

The boys did as they were told, laughing hard all
the time. Whenever they pulled down the pigtail,
there was a sharp crack, and a broken nut sprang out
of the =Nutcracker's mouth.
Soon all the hazelnuts were opened, and the little
man grumbled again,

=Hight! =Hight! Bite! Bite!
Your nuts are cracked, and now my pay
I'll take, and then I'll go away. 

Now one of the boys wished to give the little man
the nuts as they had promised. But the other, who
was a bad boy, stopped him, saying,  Why do you
give that old fellow our nuts? There are only enough



think it would be a  tremendous adventure to die. 
Just then a great sea bird came sailing by on its nest,
which had been blown off the cliffs by the rising
storm.
=Hurrah!  cried =Peter.  There's a lovely boat
for me! 
After chasing the bird off, he stepped in and
curled himself round. Then he spread out his coat
to the wind and sailed swiftly and merrily after
=Wendy.
When =Peter landed, he beached the nest-boat in
a place where the bird could easily find it again. Then
he went back to the home under the ground and
found that =Wendy had only just arrived. The kite
had carried her here and there over the =Lagoon, while
the wind had driven =Peter straight towards shore.
There was great rejoicing when =Peter arrived. The
Lost Boys were several hours late for bed because
they had to hear all about =Wendy's escape and =Peter's
marvelous adventure.

There was once a fisherman who was so poor that
he could hardly get food for himself, his wife, and
his three children. He went out early every morning
to his work, and he made a rule that he would never
cast his net more than four times a day.
One day he set out before the sun had risen. When
he reached the seashore he cast his net. As he was
drawing it to land, it seemed so heavy that he felt
sure he had a great many fish. Instead, he had only
a dead donkey. Again he cast his net, and when
he drew it to land, he found he had a large bag filled



He at once said farewell and started on his travels.
His way led him to a large city, and as he came to
the city gate, a watchman said to him,  What trade
do you follow and how much do you know? 
 I know everything,  he replied.
 Then you can do us a favor,  answered the
watchman.  Can you tell why our master's  
fountain, from which sparkling water used to flow, is
now dried up? 
I will tell you when I come back,  he said.  Only
wait until then. 
He traveled on still farther and came by and by
to another town. The watchman of this town also
asked him what. trade he followed and what he knew.
 I know everything,  he answered.
 Then,  said the watchman,  you can do us a
favor. Tell us why a tree in our town, which once
bore golden apples, now produces only leaves. 
Wait till I return,  he replied,  and I will tell
you. 
On he went again and came to a broad river, over
which he must pass in a ferryboat. The ferryman
asked him the same question about his trade and his
knowledge. He gave the same reply, that he knew
everything.
 Then,  said the man,  you can do me a favor.
Tell me how it is that I am obliged to go backward
and forward in my ferryboat every day, without
ever stopping. 
Wait till I come back,  he replied.  Then you
shall know all about it. 
As soon as he reached the other side of the river,
he found a path which led through the forest to the
giant's cave. It was very dark and gloomy, and the
giant was not at home. But his mother was sitting in
the cave, and she looked up and said,  What do you
want? You don't look wicked enough to be one
of us. 



must be so keen that it could cut a feather floating in
the air, yet so strong that it could cut through an iron
bar.
Nothing easier,  said =Peter.
This time the men of the bottle brought him such
a sword as he asked for, and it did as the =King wished
it cut through a feather floating in the air.  As for
the iron bar, it cut through that as easily as you would
bite through a radish.
Now it seemed as though there was nothing else
to be done but to let =Peter marry the =Princess. So
the =King asked him in to supper, and they all three
sat down together, the =King and the =Princess and
=Peter. And it was a fine feast, I can tell you.
After a while the =King began to ask =Peter how he
came by all these fine things, the precious stones, the
silver bird, and the golden sword. But no, =Peter
would not tell. Then the =King and the =Princess
begged and begged him, until at last =Peter lost his
wits and told all about the bottle. Then the =King said
nothing more and presently, at nine o'clock, =Peter
went to bed.
After he had gone, the wicked =King went to
=Peter's room and stole the bottle from under his
pillow, and put an empty one in its place.
When they were all sitting at their breakfast the
next morning, the =King said,  Now, Lord =Peter, let
us see what your bottle will do. Give us such and such
kinds of fruit. 
Nothing easier,  said =Peter.
Then he uncorked the bottle, but not so much as a
single dead fly came out of it.
 But where is the fruit?   said the =King.
 I do not know,  said =Peter.
At this the =King called him hard names and turned
him out of the palace, neck and heels. Now he was
poor again, and everybody called him a dull block,
for he rode no great white horse and he wore wooden
shoes.
words of =Goliath, they were greatly afraid. And
=Goliath came out before the armies every morning
and every evening for =forty days.
Now there was a man of =Israel who had eight sons.
The three eldest sons followed =Saul to the battle, but
=David, the youngest, remained at home to feed his
father's sheep.
And the father said to =David,  Take this dried
corn and these ten loaves, and run to your brothers
in the camp. Carry these ten cheeses to the captain
and see how your brothers fare. 
So =David rose up early in the morning and left the
sheep with a keeper and went, as his father had  
commanded him. He came to the camp as the army was
going forth to the fight.
=David ran into the army of =Israel and greeted his
brothers. And as he talked with them, =Goliath, the
champion, came out of the armies of the =Philistines
and spoke as before, and =David heard him.
When the men of =Israel saw =Goliath, they fled
from him and were afraid. They said to =David,
Have you seen this man? 
And =David spoke to the men that stood by him,
saying,  What shall be done for the man that kills
this champion of the =Philistines? 
And the people answered him, saying,  The king
will present him with great riches and will give him
his daughter. 
Now =David's eldest brother heard him when he
spoke to the men. And the brother was angry, and
he said,  Why did you come down here? With
whom have you left those few sheep in the  
wilderness? I know your pride and the naughtiness of your
heart. You have come down so that you might see
the battle. 
And =David said,  What have I now done?  And
he turned from his brother toward another, and asked
again,  What shall be done for the man that kills this
champion of the =Philistines? 
When =Saul, the king, heard of the words which
=David spoke, he sent for him.
=David said to =Saul,  Let no man be afraid because
of =Goliath. I will go and fight with him. 
And =Saul said to =David,  You are not able to fight
this =Philistine. You are but a boy, and he has been
a man of war from his youth. 
When I kept my father's sheep,  said =David,
there came a lion and took a lamb out of the flock.
I went out after the lion and struck him and  
delivered the lamb out of his mouth. When the lion arose


quilts dripping over the windows. She looked at
=mother, who looked sad and tearful too. She looked
up at the sky. The dark cloud of smoke was all over
the house now, and sparks were flying through the
air.
They could feel that heat of the fire. It was  
coming nearer. Showers of sparks were blowing through
the air. Sometimes one lit on the house and went
spluttering out as it hit the wet bed quilts. =Daddy
stood with a pail of water in his hand at the front
of the house, and =Jonathan stood with a pail of water
at the back.
=Mother went into the house and came out with
two big bundles. If the fire came up to the house,
they could run down by the new bridge and save a
few things. She put them down by the well and
stood there with her eyes closed. =Katy could see that
her lips were moving.
The fire was so close now that their eyes were
full of smoke.  =Daddy came over and picked up the
bundles and called =Jonathan.  You help =Mother and
=Katy down to the bridge with these bundles,  he
said.  You will all be safe there. I'll stay here and
fight the fire as long as I can. 
Suddenly, before =Daddy had finished talking, it
started to rain. First a few big drops, then more and
more. =Mother clasped her hands and cried,  We
are saved! The house is saved! Our prayers are
answered. 
They all stood with their faces lifted up to the
rain as if they couldn't get enough of it.
When the rain was over, =Daddy took the quilts
from the roof and spread them on the grass to dry.
=Katy looked at her crazy quilt, the crazy quilt that



of the house, mile upon mile, stretched the deep,
dark forest. In it were deer and bears, wolves and
wildcats, squirrels and birds, without number.
In the river there were bass and black suckers,  
sunfish and catfish, and, sweetest of all, the big-mouthed
redeye.
=Balser was glad enough to drop his hoe and to run
home. When he reached the house, his mother said,
=Balser, go up to the drift and catch a mess of fish
for dinner. Your father is tired of deer meat three
times a day, and I know he would like a nice dish of
fried redeyes at noon. 
All right, =Mother,  said =Balser. He took down
his fishing pole and line and got the spade to dig bait.
When he had collected a small gourdful of  
angleworms, his mother called to him,  =You had better
take a gun. You may meet a bear. Your father loaded
the gun this morning, and you must be careful in
handling it. 
=Balser took the gun, which was a heavy rifle much
longer than himself, and started up the river toward
the drift.
There had been rain during the night, and the
ground near the drift was soft. Here little =Balser
noticed fresh bear tracks, and his breath began to
come quickly. He peered closely into every dark
thicket and looked behind all the large trees and logs.
He had his eyes wide open lest  Mr =Bear  should
step out and surprise him with a hug.
=Balser was but a little fellow, yet his father had
taught him the use of a gun. He had shot several deer,
and once had killed a wildcat. It was  almost as big
as a cow,  he said. There is no doubt the wildcat
seemed  almost as big as a cow  to =Balser when he
killed it, for it must have frightened him greatly.
Although =Balser had never met a bear face to face,
he felt that there wasn't a bear in the world big
enough to frighten him, if only he had his gun.
But when he saw the fresh bear tracks, he began
to wonder if, after all, he would become frightened.
As he walked on and no bear appeared, his courage
grew stronger. He again began saying to himself that
no bear could frighten him, because he had his gun
and he could and would kill it.
So =Balser reached the drift. After looking carefully
about him, he leaned his gun against a tree and  
unwound his fishing line from the pole. Then he walked
out to the end of a log which extended into the river
some twenty or =thirty feet.
Here he threw in his line, and soon he was so busy



himself. Then they sat up, and pretty soon they  
began to laugh too.
Then Mr =Possum told them how Mr =Man's  
medicine must have made him well, for all his pains and
sorrows had left him. He invited them down to help
finish up the chicken which had cost him so much
suffering.
So then they all went down to the big room. The
=Crow brought in the big platter of dumplings, and a
pan of biscuits, and some molasses, and a pot of hot
coffee. And they all sat down and celebrated Mr
=Possum's recovery.
When they were through and everything was put
away, they smoked. Mr =Possum said he was glad he
was there to use his property a little more, and that
probably his coat would fit him again now, as his
sickness had made him thinner. He said that Mr
=Man's medicine was certainly wonderful.
Later Mr =Owl dropped in to see how Mr =Possum
was. When he saw him sitting up and well, he said
it was wonderful how his treatment had worked. And
the follow =Tree people didn't tell him any different,
for they didn't like to hurt Mr =Owl's feelings.
One day two friends started on a journey together.
Before setting out they agreed to stand by each other
if any danger should threaten them along the way.
The road was a lonely one and soon the travelers
entered a large, dark forest. They had not gone far
before a savage bear rushed out from a thicket at the
side of the road and stood facing them.
One of the travelers, a light and nimble fellow,
climbed a tree near by. The other, who was short and
stout, seeing no chance to defend himself, fell flat
upon the ground. Holding his breath, he lay still.
The bear walked around the man who lay upon the
ground, sniffing at him. Then the beast went back
into the woods without doing the man the least harm.
After the bear had gone, the man who had climbed
the tree came down. He smiled at his friend and asked,
What wonderful secret did the bear whisper to you?
I noticed that he put his mouth close to your ear. 
He told me,  replied the other,  never to trust a
friend who left me when danger was near. 



time the bell was rung, a bit of rope was broken off,
until at last it was a poor looking thing indeed. And
worst of all, many people could no longer reach it.
One day a man who was passing by braided some
growing vines into the loosened strands of the rope
The vines hung down to the ground, like a garland
trailing from the rope.
Now there was in =Atri a knight whose favorite
pastirne had been hunting. He had loved his horses
and hounds, but now that he was old, he cared only
for money. All day long he sat in his castle thinking
of ways to get more gold.
He sold his hounds and his hunting birds. And he
sold all his horses except one, his favorite of all. This
poor horse he left to starve and shiver in an empty
stall.
At last he turned the horse out to hunt his own
food.  For,  said the old knight,  what is the need
of keeping this lazy beast at my own cost? After all,
I want him only for holidays. 
The poor horse wandered out into the long,  
shadeless streets of the town and through the lanes of the
country. Dogs barked at him. Thorns and briers tore
his flesh and matted his tail and mane.
One day the people of =Atri were startled by the
sound of the bell in the market place, ringing,  
ringing. The sound reached to the farthest cottage. It
seemed to be saying,  Some one, has done, a wrong
, has done, a wrong!  =Cling, =clang! =Cling, =clang!
=Cling, =clang!
The judge, who was dozing in his chair, heard the
clanging of the bell. He rose, put on his robes, and
went out to the market place. There he saw, within
the shade of the belfry, not a man, but a miserable,
scraggly, hungry horse, tugging at the green vines
that trailed from the rope.
 Behold!  said the judge, turning to the crowd
that had gathered.  This is the =Knight of =Atri's horse.
He pleads for justice and he shall have it!  
 =Aye, justice!  shouted someone in the crowd.
 Justice for the beast! 
The noise grew, as each one in the crowd tried
to tell the story of how unkind the knight had been
to his faithful old horse.
 Bring the knight here,  commanded the judge.
When the knight appeared, he first treated the  
matter as a joke. At last he became angry and muttered,
May not do as I please with what belongs to me? 
Sir =Knight, you are proud,  answered the judge,
but what honor do you expect to gain from leaving



When the sun was red in the sky and just going
down, he caught sight of something green. Then he
knew that the rim of the desert was just ahead. =Karoo
was too tired to jump any farther, so he lay down in
the cold sand and did not open his eyes until  
daybreak.
=Karoo woke with a start, and there all around him
was the herd.
=Karoo leaped high in the air. He was surprised
himself that he could jump so high. Old =Captain
=Kango caught sight of him and made a most familiar
toot. =Karoo heard a sound like rushing and thunder.
The herd jumped toward him, and there was his
mother, looking lovelier and kinder than all the rest.
She snatched him up and dropped him in her soft,
warm pocket. It was almost too small for him. He
knew then that he was almost grown up. But it was
very nice to be there, cozy and safe, with their two
hearts throbbing like two parts of the same tune. He
could hear her voice saying,  I think it will never
happen again! 
Absolutely,  said =Karoo to himself as he  
snuggled down to rest from his trip across the desert.