&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO (1936) 5TH GRADE AMR9365T.ASC TRAILS OF ADVENTURE by Ullin W. Leavell, et al Source: Columbia TC xerox, scan edit by DPH May 8, 1993 &&111 considered himself a man, notwithstanding the tear stains on his brown cheeks. It seemed a long time since leaving his native =Wisconsin, but now, after nearly a week of travel, he thought his father must be leading them all to the edge of the world, and =Lincoln was very sad and weary. Company, halt! called the =Captain. One by one the teams stopped, and the cattle began to feed they were always ready to eat , and Mr =Stewart, coming back where his wife sat, said cheerily: Well, =Kate, here's the big prairie I told you of, and beyond that blue line of timber you see is =Sun =Prairie, and home. Mrs =Stewart did not smile. She was too weary. Come here, =Lincoln, said Mr =Stewart. Here we are, out of sight of the works of man. Not a house in sight, climb up here and see. =Lincoln rustled along through the tall grass and, clambering up the wagon wheel, stood silently beside his mother. Tired as he was, the scene made a lasting impression on him. It was as though he had suddenly been carried into another world, a world where time did not exist; where snow never fell, and the grass waved forever under a cloudless sky. A had covered some part of a wide hole, and that the exposed water was almost of a color with the ice beyond, a polished black. Hence, he did not bitterly blame himself for the false step, as he might have done had he plunged himself into danger through carelessness. He did not wonder that he had been deceived. Her =Majesty's mail, so far as the boy could determine, was slowly sinking to the bottom of the bay. There was no help in regret. To escape from the bitter wind and the dusk, now fast falling, was his present duty. He could think of all the rest when he had leisure to sit before the fire and dream. He took off his jacket and wrung it out, a matter of some difficulty, for it was already stiff with frost. His shirt followed, then his boots and his trousers. Soon he was stripped to his rosy skin. The wind, sweeping in from the open sea, stung him as it whipped past. When the last garment was wrung out he was shivering, and his teeth were chattering so fast that he could not keep them still. Dusk soon turns to night on this coast, and the night comes early. There was left but time enough to reach the first of the goat paths at =Creepy =Bluff, two miles away, not all dressed in their best; everybody's eyes were turned toward the little gray bird at uhich the emperor was nodding. The nightingale sang delightfully, and the tears came into the emperor's eyes; nay, they rolled down his cheeks, and then the nightingale sang more beautifully than ever; its notes touched all hearts. The emperor was charmed and said the nightingale should have his gold slipped to wear round its neck. But the nightingale declined with thanks; it had already been sufficiently rewarded. I have seen tears in the eyes of the emperor; that is my richest reward. The tears of an emperor have a wonderful power! God knows I am sufficiently recompensed! And then it again burst into its sweet heavenly song. That is the most coquettish performance I have ever seen! said the ladies, and they took some water into their mouths to try to make the same gurgling when anyone spoke to them, thinking so to equal the nightingale. Even the lackeys and the chambermaids announced that they were satisfied, and that is saying a great deal; they are always the most difficult people to please. Yes, indeed, the nightingale had made a sensation It was to stay at court now, and to have its =Own =SHAMMAH passes by =Samuel . If you will make me a king I will fill =Israel with untold wealth for I will rob all my enemies. =SAMUEL. you would not be a good king. Do thou not know the commandment of =God, you shall not steal? Go You may not be king. The rest of the sons kneel before =Samuel. He refuses to anoint them. =SAMUEL to =Jesse . Are all thy children here? =JESSE. There remained yet the youngest, and behold, he keep the sheep. =SAMUEL. Send and fetch him: for we will not sit down till he come here. =JESSE to his daughter. Go, bring =David. Enter =David with his sister singing the =Twenty-third =Psalm. =SAMUEL. =David, you are ruddy, and you have a beautiful countenance. He turns slightly, listens as though someone spoke, and kneels. =THE =VOICE =OF =THE =LORD slowly and reverently, off stage . Arise, anoint him: for this is he. =SAMUEL arises and anoints =David with a horn of oil . Receive you the =Spirit of the =Lord. =JESSE. Come, my sons, into the house. Let us give side. Out through the =Narrows we headed, across the =Lower =Bay, and past =Sandy =Hook where =Fort =Hancock guards the entrance to the port. Our course lay toward the lightship, some distance out. Watch sharp, =Tom! said =Uncle. We will soon cut our last human ties with =America. We drop the pilot out here. A small boat was standing out for us, and the throb of our engines died down. The pilot who had steered us safely out of the harbor waved farewell to the officers on our bridge and climbed lightly down into the waiting craft. Scarcely was he clear when our ship again began to vibrate with the pulsing machinery. We were on our way to =Europe under the guidance of our own helmsmen. One of my cherished dreams had come true: I was on the =Atlantic. I was satisfied to lounge on deck the rest of the evening in a comfortable steamer chair, gazing across the stretch of quiet waters. At times =Uncle broke in on my daydreams with comments; and so also did the deck attendant once with a refreshing cup of bouillon. Then came the first call to dinner. Uncle =Tom had arranged with the chief steward for our places at the table; that much I knew. But I was not prepared for the honor that fell to us. rails. It was all quite regular and as it should be. Quite too regular, =Tracy began to think. The train had been going at the same high rate of speed for an alarmingly long time. There had been no slowing up for crossings or curves. Even as =Tracy was turning the matter over in his mind, the train struck a sharp curve which =Tracy instantly recognized as one at which =Nixon always eased up a little in his speed. There was no change in speed tonight; the train struck the curve at a smashing rate and whipped around it under such dangerous headway that =Tracy staggered across his own narrow cab. He wondered, as he clutched to save himself from falling, why the rear cars of the train were not snapped off the tracks. Then another disturbing situation arose in =Tracy's mind. He recalled that he had not heard the deepthroated whistle of the locomotive for a long time despite the fact that several serious grade crossings and at least three whistle posts had been passed during the last ten minutes. What on earth ails =Nixon tonight? He's running like a madman. Why doesn't he blow? Why, ? =Tracy stopped, startled at the thought that flashed through his brain. Could anything have happened to =Nixon? Was =Suddenly, though, =Tauser ran madly ahead, fairly bursting his throat with his excited yelps. A bit of red and then a shimmer of blue and white appeared against the setting sun. The first of the wagons was in sight, lumbering along like a clumsy =ain of some old =English road. At last =Benny could make it out plainly ! Any boy or girl would have been thrilled at the sight, knowing what adventures along the wilderness roads and among the Indians the covered wagon rolled through, its great canvas top billowing in storms, its wide wheels fording waterways where formerly only the buffalo and deer or the canoe had splashed. But =Benny =Goodyear had reason to be particularly proud of the covered wagon. It had been built in, and started out =West from, =Pennsylvania, the land of sunbonnets and accordions, of plows and loud, slow-striking clocks that never ran down while there was a chore to be done. The six horses drawing the swinging wagon came in military order, the heaviest ones nearest the wheels and then graded for rank and size. Their backbands were fifteen inches wide, the hip straps ten, and the traces were great iron chains. They had a fine housing of deerskin, trimmed with he had not been to school since he had left =Scotland in his twelfth year. He was received kindly, given a trial in the preparatory department, and after a few weeks transferred to the freshman class of the college. Although he spent four years at the =State =University, he did not take the regular course, but devoted himself chiefly to studies which, he thought, would be most useful to him. Then, without graduating, he started out on a glorious excursion which has lasted, he said, in concluding the story of his early life, for =fifty years and is not yet completed. =He journeyed afoot to =Florida, sleeping on the ground wherever night found him. I wish I knew where I was going, he wrote to a friend who asked about his plans. Only I know that I seem doomed to be carried of the spirit into the wilderness. Because he loved the whole fair earth and longed to know something of the story that its rocks and trees might tell, he wandered on and on. Fate and flowers took me to =California, he said. He found there his true =Florida =Land of =Flowers , and he found, also, what became the passion of his life and his life work, the noble mountains, the great trees, and the marvelous =Yosemite. Here he lived year after year, climbing the mountains, descending into the canyons, lovingly, patiently work &&000 GINN & CO. (1918) 5TH GRADE GIN9185T.ASC THE BEACON FIFTH READER by Charles Copeland Source: Columbia TC xerox, typed by Rooney, edited by DPH May 11, 1993 &&111 In winter =August was only a little hungry schoolboy, trotting to be catechized by the priest, or to bring the loaves from the bakehouse, or to carry his father's boots to the cobbler; and in summer he was only one of =hundreds of cowboys who drove the stumbling cattle, ringing their throat bells, out into the sweet sunlight, and lived with them on the heights among the =Alpine roses, amid clouds and snowclad summits. But he was always thinking, thinking, thinking, for all that; and under his little sheepskin winter coat and his rough hempen summer shirt there was a heart as courageous as ever beat in a soldier's breast. of him and his rough piebald horse with its queer trappings, and of the old jerkin upon the youth, the knights broke forth in laughter. =Percivale took no note of their laughter, but went up the hall to where Sir =Kay stood, wrathful at the outrage on the queen. And =Percivale looked about and saw a knight more richly dressed than the others, and turning to =Kay, he said, Tell me, tall man, is that =King =Arthur yonder? What would you with =Arthur, knave? asked =Kay, angrily. My mother told me to seek =King =Arthur, responded =Percivale, and he would give me the honor of knighthood. By my faith, you farmer's churl, said =Kay, thou art richly equipped, indeed, with horse and arms to have that honor. And though on plain and hill It is winter, winter still, There's something seems to say That winter's had its day. And all this changing tint, This whispering stir and hint Of bud and bloom and wing, Is the coming of the spring. And to-morrow or to-day The brooks will break away From their icy, frozen sleep, And run and laugh and leap. He left it where he pleased, and when he returned he found it in the same place, covered as he had left it. He did not place in my care any treasure, nor did he speak of there being money in the jar. He has no witness to prove that he placed money in it. He might just as well demand of me a jar of jewels. This I am ready to declare upon my oath. The judge, finding that =Ali could bring no witness to prove that he had placed gold in the jar, refused to listen further to his complaint and dismissed it at once. But =Ali was not willing to give up his gold so easily. He therefore appealed to he caliphþthe highest judge in the cityþto hear his tale, and the caliph at length fixed a day for the hearing. Country folk came into the town with pale cheeks, telling how they had been pursued by the monster; how they had caught the gleam of its great eyes through the trees of the forest; how its jaws had opened to let out smoke and flames! Or they reported the death of a young girl, a young man, or a child under the claws of the terrible creature. On the hill above the city stood a castle-like building, with huge gates, thick walls, and tall turrets. A chapel was inside. Every now and then you could hear the tolling of the chapel bell and the solemn chant of the monks. The place was the monastery of the =Knights of Street =John. The monks were half warriors, =Rosald was an honest boy, who willingly helped his father, but he longed to become a soldier and fight a his father had done on the field of battle. He never wearied of practicing with his father's long sword and battle-ax, and became very skillful in the use of weapons of all kinds. One day his father sent him to a neighboring town on business, and while there he was the means of saving a youth from two robbers who had attacked him in a dark and narrow street. The father of =Geirald, for this was the name of the youth whom =Rosald had rescued, could not do enough for him, and finally proposed that =Rosald become the =Bella, my love, peep down the stairway and see if you can read the name, cried =Louisa; and =Bella departed at once on this pleasing errand. No, I can't, she reported, coming back from the hall. The name's tipped up against the wall. There are two boxes! One is big and one is little! Oh, for whom can they be! clamored the girls. Half the school expected boxes, and had been watching the storm all day with a fear that it would block the roads and delay the expected treasures. At this moment Mrs =Nipson came in. There will be the usual study hour this evening, she announced. So now she was shuffling up =Washington, =Street, not knowing exactly what to do next,þpeeping into people's faces, timidly looking away from them, hesitating, heartsick for a very little girl can be very heartsick ; colder, she thought, every minute and hungrier each hour than she was the hour before. The child left =Washington, =Street at last, where everybody had homes and suppers without one extra one to spare for a little girl, and turned into a short, bright, showy street, where stood a great hotel. On he went, the road dipping down between the hedges, which were sweet with brier roses. Through the quivering noontide haze he rode, and came at length to the gates of the castle, which stood wide open. Before them lay a drawbridge across a deep and silent moat overgrown with blossoms of the water lily. Within the shadow of the archway lay the warder, resting upon his cloak. But at the sound of horse's hoofs he rose and grasped his spear. Then, catching a glimpse of the royal badge on =Michael's coat, his face broke into a lazy smile, and he cried, =Ho! fine sir, what is your errand to my lady, the Princess =Cecily? &&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN (1929) 5TH GRADE HM19295T.ASC THE bolenius readers by Emma Miller Bolenius Source: Columbia TC xerox, typed by Rooney edited by DPH May 11, 1993 &&111 He might easily have made the miniature figure of a man; but then it would not have been able to move about and perform the duties of a miller. It so happened that a mouse had just been caught in the trap; and, as no other miller could be found, Mr =Mouse was appointed to that important office. The new miller made a very respectable appearance in his dark-gray coat. To be sure, he had not a very good character for honesty, and was suspected of sometimes stealing a portion of the grain which was given him to grind. As =Isaac grew older, it was found that he had far more important matters in his mind than the manufacture of toys like the little windmill. All day long, if left to himself, he was either absorbed in thought or engaged in some book. At night he looked up with reverential curiousity to the stars, and wondered whether In =New =York of these old days =Bryant became connected with the =Evening =Post, one of the first newspapers of the country. The habit of forming opinions after studying all of the facts soon brought him into editorial work on the newspaper, and for over =fifty years he was the mots powerful newspaper man in =New =York =City, and indeed in the country. he made the =Evening =Post, the finest newspaper of its day. It is said that he put up on the wall of his office a list of words that were not to be used in the paper by the reporters, and thus set a high standard of good =English. =Bryant became a power in politics, too. He helped to make the =Republican party, and on one occasion when =Lincoln was to deliver an address, he presided over the meeting. =Lincoln afterward said of him: It was worth the journey to the =East just to see such a man. =Bryant was firm friend of =Lincohn's, and through the support of his paper helped to make him President. When the body of =Lincoln lay in state in =New =York after the assassination, =Bryant wrote out of the fullness of his heart a poem in which he praised the great work of the dear President. And =David took his staff in his hand, the stout stick with which he kept the sheep, and he had his sling, and from the bank of the brook he chose him five smooth stones. And thus he went out into the plain between the armies, and faced the giant. And the giant in all his armor came, and his squire carried his shield before him, and when he looked to see what champion the =Israelites had found at last, there was but a boy, a red-cheeked boy with a staff in one hand and a sling in the other. The giant was very angry. Am I a dog, he cried, that you come at me with a stick? I will give your flesh to the fowls of air and to the beasts of the field, and they shall pick thy bones. And =David answered, You come to me with sword and spear and shield, but I come to thee in the name of the =Lord =God of =Hosts whom you have defied. Thus the champions drew together, while the two armies watched in breathless silence. And =David ran to meet the giant. And even as he ran, he put his hand into his shephard's bag, and took out a smooth stone and put it in his sling and slung it. I am not sure that any one outside of the town ever heard of it, except perhaps as few dozen interested families. To show you how to read a newspaper wisely the following story is printed from a leading daily of the country. Notice the three different sizes of letters. These are used with a special purpose. In a newspaper story the title is printed in a heavy black headline of large letters to attract the eye. Below the headline is given a brief summary of the story. This is called the lead. It is printed in letters smaller than the headline but larger than the rest of the story. Frequently sub-titles are scattered throughout an article to serve as guideposts or to bring out exciting things in the story. Many readers glance hurriedly through the headlines and leads and thus get a general idea of the news. Then, when a lead proves especially interesting, they settle down to a careful reading of the article. In the following selection notice the headline, lead, and sub-titles as used in the =NewYork =Sun. By merely glancing at the headline can you tell which quality of the dog most impressed the reporter? Fierce and angry faces crowded round the mast. The murmurs rose louder and louder. They talked of compelling the pilots to put about and of throwing the admiral into the sea. =Columbus, to whom their looks and threats revealed these plans, defied them by his bold bearing or thwarted them by his coolness. Again nature came to his assistance, by giving him fresh breezes from t he east, and a calm sea under his bows. Before the close of the day came the first cry of =Land ho! from the lofty deck. All the crews, repeating this cry of safety, life, and triumph, fell on their knees on the decks, and struck up the hymn, Glory be to =God in heaven and upon earth. When it was over, all climbed a high as they could up to the masts and rigging to see with their own eyes the new land that had been sighted. But the sunrise destroyed this new hope all too quickly. The imaginary land disappeared with the morning mist, and once more the ships seemed to be sailing over a never-ending wilderness of waters. A big box girder, known technically as a =24'80, made up of two parallel I beams, twenty-four inches deep and =fifty feet long, held together by plates bolted over their tops and bottoms, was ready to be hoisted to the twentieth story. This immense girder, of course, weighed tons. It had been painted with red lead the day before and was rather slippery. The workmen passed a strong chain directly round its middle, but they did not stop to insert any planks to keep the links from slipping. It is not always safe to hoist iron to iron, but in this case no wood was at hand and there was need of haste. Two half hitches with a small rope or tag line were taken about a yard from the left end of the girder. All ready! came the cry. The signalman, standing on the front of the twentieth floor not far from the derrick, pressed an electric button on an adjoining column and gave the engineer one bell. The chain grated taut. Slowly the girder rose. Up went the girder, held parallel with the front of the building by the man with the tag line. It passed story after story, until it was opposite the fiftieth; then its left end swung lightly in. If the sewer happened to take hold of the needle too near the point, the sharp edges were likely to make little cuts in the fingers. After a while sewing machines were invented, and factories were built, and now in a single county of the state of =New =York many =thousand people are at work making various kinds of leather coverings for their own hands and those of other folk. Better methods of tanning have been discovered, and many sorts of leather are now used, especially for the heavier gloves. Deer are not so common as they used to be, and a buckskin glove is quite likely to have been made of the hide of a cow or a horse. Kid generally comes from the body of a sheep instead of that of a young goat. Our best real kidskin comes from a certain part of =France, where the climate seems to be just suited to the young kids, there is plenty of the food that they like, and, what is fully as important, they receive the best of care. It is said that to produce the very finest kidskin, the kids are fed on nothing but milk, are treated with the utmost gentleness, and are kept in coops or pens carefully made so that there shall be nothing to scratch their tender skins. Then two companions entered his life, a duck and a lamb, strange creatures that =Foa, inspectred narrowly out of his white-rimmed eyes, with distrust and a little jealousy. But they proved pleasant persons to sleep with; they kept him so warm. And soon he devised means of enjoying them as playthings; for the lamb's tail was long and pullable, and the duck could be tossed over his back by a well-timed root! The box stall was now too small, but a fenced-in yard gave ample runway. Here in the tall weeds little =Foam would root and race, or tease his playmates, or hide from his foster-mother. Yes, many a time when she came and called she had no response; then carefully, anxiously searching about she would come on the little rascal hiding behind some weeds. Knowing now that he was discovered, he would dash forth grunting hilariously at every bound, circling about like a puppy, dodging away when she tried to touch him, but at last when tired of the flirtation he would surrender on the understanding that his back was to be scratched. I tell what it is =Bailey, he said, returning my pressure good-naturedly, you'll have to fight =Conway before the quarter ends or you'll have no rest. That fellow is always hankering after a licking, and of course you'll give him one by and by; but what's the use of hurrying up an unpleasant job? let's have some base-ball. By the way, =Bailey, you were a good kid not to let on to =Grimshaw about the candy. =Charley =Marden would have caught it twice as heavy. He's sorry he played the joke on you, and told me to tell you so. Hello, =Blake! where are the bats? This was addressed to a handsome, frank-looking lad of about my own age, who was engaged jut then in cutting his initials on the bark of a tree near the schoolhouse. =Blake shut up his penknife and went off to get the bats. &&000 LAIDLAW BROTHERS (1928) 5TH GRADE LAI9285T.ASC THE LAIDLAW READERS BOOK FIVE BY HERMAN DRESSEL ET AL SOURCE:COLUMBIA TC XEROX, TYPED BY C. ROONEY EDITED BY DPH May 11, 1993 &&111 deep green gloom the rays shone like bars of gold. Most of the peasants lay on their backs, feeling pure enjoyment in looking up into the waving masses of leaves above their heads, through which, like flaming spear-heads, the sunlight slid now and then as the gentle summer breeze stirred the boughs of the trees. After a full meal, and with the soft air blowing upon their cheeks, these poor outlaws tasted such happiness as had never before been their lot. =Little =Gilbert, his cheek now ruddy with health, sat beside =Scarlet shaping arrows with a knife. Seated with his back against the trunk of a fallen elm was =Robin, his bearing as bold, his eye as keen and fearless and his look as noble =ow as when a short month ago he was not an outlaw. Strict had been hius rule of these twenty men who had come to the greenwood with him and had chosen him as their leader. Slow of step and of movement they were, but he knew that the lives of all of them depended upon their learning quickly the use of the longbow. What, said the sheriff, and his face was hard and his eyes full of suspicion. You have shot with that false rascal? Do you know the place in the forest where he lurks now, potter? I think it is at =Witch =Wood, said the potter easily. He hath wintered there, I have heard as I came down the road. But he stopped me last autumn and demanded that I shoot with him. And the rogue shot four rounds with me, and said that for my courtesy I should be free of the forest so long as my wheels went round. I would give a =hundred pounds, potter, said the sheriff gloomily, if the false outlaw stood by me! Well, said the potter, if thou wilt take my advice, Sir =Sheriff, and go with me in the morning, thee and they men, I will lead thee to a place where, as I have heard, the rascal hath dwelled through the winter. But thou must ride in the cart with me. By my faith, I will ride with you. All the while =Bell was filling the basement of the =Sanders' home with wires, batteries, tuning forks, speaking trumpets, and other apparatus. He kept his experiments secret and no one but the =Sanders family was allowed to enter his laboratory. All the while he was trying to substitute a machine that would talk for one that would signal like the telegraph. More than once he was on the point of giving it up and spending all his time in teaching the deaf and dumb, but he kept repeating to himself: If I can make a deaf mute talk, I can make iron talk. About this time, he m,ade a trip to =Washington and there met Professor =Joseph =Henry, who had helped =Morse a few years before in perfecting the telegraph. =Bell had his model with him and explained it to Professor =Henry, who immediately told him that he was on the track of a great discovery. Ribnging the neighbor's bell he said with great dignity, my name is =Clemens. We ought to have called on you before, and I beg your pardon for intruding now in this informal way, but your house is on fire. =Mark =Twain was not successful in business. The publishing company that issued many of his books, and in which he had a large financial interest, failed, leaving him, when he was =fifty-nine years of age without a dollar in the world and a debt of =seventy =thousand dollars. In order to pay this debt he went for a tour of the world, giving his whimsical and humorous lectures in =England, =Australia, =New =Zealand, India, =Ceylon and =South =American. Everywhere he was welcomed as the most famous =American man of letters of his time. The lecture trip was a great success and after a few years he was able to pay all the debts of his company. Along the shores of the river stood the houses of planters with negro cabins nearby. They were approaching the region of perpetual summer. Lovely the moonlight was as it glanced and gleamed on the aters. To =Evangeline's heart came streams =Gabriel had wandered before her, and every sweep of the oar brought them nearer and nearer together. At his place at the prow of the boat rose one of the oarsmen and at a signal sound blew a blast on his bugle. Wild along the dark stream it echoed, but not a voice replied; no answer came from the darkness. When the echoes ceased, =Evangeline slept, but the boatmen rowed on through the night, singing familiar =Canadian boat songs, such as they sang on their own =Acadian rivers. By another noon numberless wooded islands fragrant with blossoming roses offered rest from the heat of the day. In the fruitful valley of =Acadia nestled the little village of =Grand-Pr‚. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward; west and south fields of flax, orchards and cornfields spread far and unfenced over the plain; while to the northward rose forest-covered mountains. Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of hemlock; the roofs were thatched with projecting gables which shaded the doorway. There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset =Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, =Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles =Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning th golden flax. When the laborers came home from the fields and the sun sank slowly in the Yes, =Corbie was moulting, and he had a very unfinished sort of look while the new crop of paint-brushes sprouted out all over him. But it was worth the discomforts of the moult to have the new feather coat, all shiny black; and =Corbie was even handsomer than he had been during the summer, when cold days came, and he needed his warm thick suit. At this time all the wild crows that had nested in that part of the country flew every night from far and wide to the famous crow-roost, not far from a big peach orchard. They came down from the mountain that showed like a long blue ridge against the sky. They flew across a road that looked, on account of the color of the dirt, like pinkish red ribbon stretching off and away. They left the water edge and the fields. a tall pine stump, where he could see far and wide, and judge for his people where they should feed and when they should fly. His great-grandfather was famous for his collection of old china and other rare treasures, having lived in the woods near the town dump, where he picked up many a bright trinket, chief among which was an old gold-plated watchchain, which he kept hidden in a doll's red tea-cup when he was not using it. His grandfather as a handsome fellow, so glistening that he looked rather purple when he walked in the sunshine and he had a voice so sweet and mellow that any minstrel might have been proud of it, though he seldom sang, and it is possible that no one but =Corbie's grandmother heard it at its best. He was, moreover, a merry soul, fond of joke, and always ready to dancde a jig, with a chuckle, when anything very funny happened in crowdom. knight whose white armor had glittered in the sunlight; of his sword, his horn, and, last, of his promise. He shall be the defender of my cause! she cried. None other will I trust. The king, the nobles, the knights were startled, and =Frederick of =Telramund cried out, I am not misled by her dreamy words. What further proof do you need when she speaks boldly of a secret lover? Now =King =Henry believed that =God would surely give strength to the hands that fought for right, so he asked =Frederick, are you ready to fight to uphold the accusation thou hast brought against =Elsa? Yes, answered =Frederick. Then the king, turning to =Elsa, said, Are you willing to have your champion fight to life or death to prove you innocent? =Elsa quicklly answered, Yes and named the knight of her vision as her champion. I will have no other, she said. He will come to defend me. &&000 LYONS AND CARNAHAN (1930) 5TH GRADE LYN9305T.ASC CHILD STORY READERS by Frank N. Freeman and Eleaonor M. Johnson Source: Col. TC. xerox scan edit by DPH May 9, 1993 &&111 When he was twelve years old he was sent to a little coast town in =England to learn the =u70rk of a sailor. One day the man for whom he worked caught sight of a small fishing yawl struggling against the stormy waves. The man did not believe any sailor would be clever enough to bring the boat safely ashore. But as he watched, the little boat made progress, and soon it landed on the beach. The man was much pleased when he saw the skillful sailor was none other than the boy, =John =Paul. The merchant was in search of sailors for a ship bound for =American. He immediately offered =John a place on the =Friendship that was to sail to the colony of =Virginia. =John persuaded his father to allow him to go on the long voyage and it was not long until he was on his way to the colonies. His brother, =William, lived in =Virginia and he wanted =John to stay with him awhile. But the lad had a bad case of sea fever and soon he was sailing away again in the =Friendship. For seven years he sailed the seas for the man who had first sent him to =American; but after his master died, new adventures began for =John =Paul. Merchants sent ships to =Africa each year to capture =African men, women, and children to be sold as slaves to the white people of =American. Ships engaged in this trade were called slavers. =John =Paul made two voyages on a slaver but he became so disgusted with the cruel treat After little =Billy had grown up and had won the nameof =Buffalo =Bill, he remembered that struggle with his first horse. He says, I had a couple of hard falls but I made up my mind I was going to ride that pony or bust, and I did not bust. =Young =Buffalo =Bill's adventures began almost as soon as his family reached =Kansas. It was not long before his father was killed, and =Billy, at the age of eleven, was the man of the house. He had to earn money for his mother, his sisters, and baby brother. Supplies were being sent to soldiers in the =West in long trains of twentyfive wagons. The young man of the =Cody household applied for the job of herding the extra cattle that followed the wagon train. Although =Bill was only a boy, he could ride as well as a man and was given a job at a man's pay, =forty dollars a month. His wages were paid to his mother while he was away from house. It was on this first trip across the plains that =Bill began his career as an =Indian fighter. One evening he was so tired that he could not keep up with the rest of the train. hen the moon rose, he caught sight of an =Indian standing high on the river bank ready to shoot one of his friends. The little boy aimed steadily and fired. Splash! A dead =Indian hit the water =thirty feet below. The men praised him highly for his skill with a gun. When he returned to =Fort =Leavenworth the story was printed in owner has a particular brand which is placed on all his cattle. Cattle thieves often change brands so that the ranchers try to choose brands that are difficult to change. The brands are combinations of figures, bars, letters, circles, diamonds and other marlis. Horses are branded but are not marked because it is thought to spoil their looks. After the branding is finished, the cattle that are ready for market are collected into one herd to be driven to the nearest railway. The cowboys who accompany the cattle on the trail, have many days of hard riding in store for them. At night they take turns riding round and round the herd to see that all is well. They are always on the alert for anything that might cause the cattle to become frightened or to stampede. As a herder rides on his night rounds, he sings to the animals to quiet them. The tunes are low and soothing, but the words are anything that comes to the cowboy's mind. Sometimes in spite of the efforts of the herders, the cattle stampede. In the darkness it is not unusual for the rushing cattle to hurl themselves over the brink of a precipice nor for the riders to return, when the herd is quiet, to find one of their comrades gone to a similar death. In stories, motion pictures, and history the =American cowboy is known as a hero. =Theodore =Roosevelt, one time =President of the =UnitedStates and himself a ranch they spin across the ice. The motion of the heavy ballscauses shavings of ice on the surface which the players sweep aside so they do not interfere with the progress of the balls. The team having the largest number of balls closest to the tee wins. Winter sports would not be complete without fishing. All winter the =New =England fishing boats are busy with their catches of poor man's turkey or cod fish; for, as a traveler once said, =Everything and everybody in =Newfoundland eats cod. The individual fisherman casts his baited lines through holes cut in the ice. Since the fisherman casts more than one line, he needs a signal to warn him of a bite. A bell attached to a line is sometimes used to sound the good news. A more simple method is to tie a barrel hoop to the line. It lies flat on the ice until a fish takes the bait, when it is pulled upright on its rim and swings back and forth until the fisherman notices it. Probably the most unusual of all winter sports is swimming in =Canada. Fur clad spectators stand shivering, to watch men in bathing suits swimming comfortably in the waters of a sulphur lake at =Alberta, =Canada. The water is as warm as though it were heated. =King =Winter is kind to those who are faithful to him. Rosy cheeks, clear eyes, strong bodies, and new energy are his gifts to the subjects who play on his fields of snow and ice. Then the =Eskimos were shown a picture of a lion playing with his tamer. The =Eskimos were delighted with that picture. They had never seen that kind of animal, there is not a cat in all =Greenland. The =Eskimos played accordions for the party. They are very musical and love to dance. The tallest of the =Eskimos came only to =David's shoulder. He was surprised that they were so short and had such little feet. =David writes very amusingly of a trip to see some sledge dogs fed. The dogs were kept on a rocky island entirely to themselves. They are fed only every third day during the summer. Their food is mostly ducks which are taken out in a basket. Most of them seem to have been kept a pretty long time, =David said, and became pretty ripe. But the dogs liked them. Each team of dogs has a head dog, the =King, who is boss. He is usually the heaviest and best looking dog. He is certainly the best fighter. I believe he just fights his way up to leadership. Certainly when he says anything to one of the others they do what they are told pretty quickly or they get a licking. The =King has a queen and it was amusing to =David to see him look after her. When the queen got a duck or part of one, the =King just sort of lonked on and saw to it that no other dog interfered. If one of them got covered this land in which they live. Perhaps the =GeneralSherman tree was beginning to grow when =Moses was a baby. At any rate, men who know how to judge the age of trees tell us that some of the =Big =Trees must be more than five =thousand years old. We can hardly believe that anything that lived in those long ago days can be still living today, but you can count more than four =thousand rings on the stumps of several of the =Sequoias which have been cut down, one ring for every year that the tree has lived. In =Europe, there are one or two very old trees, nobody knows just how old they are, that are pointed to with tremendous pride by the inhabitants of the countries where they grow. One old lime tree in the city of =Nuremburg, in =Germany, is quite famous. But the poor tree is almost dead. Its trunk is crumbling with decay, and it has to be held up with props and pillars to keep from falling down. You would never think of comparing this poor cripple with any of the mighty trunks of our =Sequoias, which are as sound and sturdy today as they were =thousands of years ago. The =Big =Trees keep their youth much longer than any other trees we know. At a time when most trees are beginning to die of old age, a =Sequoia is still in its first youth. It cannot be called properly grown up before it is fifteen =hundred years old, and it is not old before it has Read to find out how noises are useful to man. Some people can whistle so high no one can hear it. This is the way they do it. They make a very shrill whistle with their lips. Then they whistle a little shriller. They keep on doing this until you can hear no sound. That means they are making such a shrill whistle that your ear cannot hear it. Yet some insects may hear that shrill whistle. It probably sounds like a roar to them. A dog hears-shrill tones better than low ones. That is why you whistle a shrill tone or speak in a high voice to him. Sounds so high that no human ear can hear them are being put to strange uses. Who would ever think that a sound could be so shrill that it uould burn your finger? That is what happened to a scientist who made a very shrill sound. He could not hear it. He felt of it and it burned him. He then burned a hole through a pine chip with it. He made oil mix with water by passing the sound through oil which rested on the surface of water. find the best material to use for the hair-like thread you see in the middle of the bulb. In order to find that one thing, =Edison tested six =thousand different kinds of vegetable materials. He tested all kinds of papers, grasses, threads, shavings, cocoanut hair and cork. He went around in those days examining many things with a microscope. One day he noticed an ordinary palm-leaf fan on a table. He picked it up and saw that it had a binding rim-made of bamboo. He cut this rim into fine strips, carbonized them, and put them into his lamp. The results were exceedingly successful. Then he sent men out to all sections of the world where bamboo is grown to find the best kind for use in the bulb. While =Edison was spending great sums of money to find the best bamboo, he was also experimenting with metals He worked with platinum, copper, and many other metals. At last a white metal called tungsten was found to be the most successful material. Nearly all of our electric lights today use tungsten. When you push the button or pull the string that turns on the light, you send electricity into the fine wire inside the glass bulb. Electricity heats the wire to a white heat which is called incandescence. It is this incandescent wire that gives the light. Now how do you think =Edison kept tissue paper and all the other things he tested from burning up at once I thought of a large lake, some miles off, where the flames might possibly be checked, and we might find a place of safety. Urging my wife to whip up her horse, we set off at. full speed, making the best way we could over the fallen trees and the brush heaps, which lay like so many articles placed on purpose to keep up the terrific fires that advanced with a broad front upon us. By this time we were suffering greatly from the effects of the heat, and we were afraid that our horses would be overcome and drop down at any moment. A singular kind of breeze passed over our heads, and the glare of the burning trees shone more brightly than the daylight. Ten miles are soon gone over on swift horses; but yet, when we reached the borders of the lake, we were quite exhausted, and our hearts failed us. The heat of the smoke was insufferable, and sheets of blazing fire flew over us in a manner beyond belief. We reached the shore, houever, coasted the lake for a while, and got round to the sheltered side. There we gave up our horses, which we never saw again. We plunged down among the rushes by the edge of the water and laid ourselves down flat, to await the chance of escaping from being burned or devoured. The water greatly refreshed us, and we enjoyed the coolness. of fire not many yards away. Out went the ham? and a snarling sound showed that the wolves were busy eating it. All right! said =Joe. Rest a bit, and have another ready. They'll soon finish that and want more. We must go easy, for =Buck is nearly blown. I prepared my ammunition, and, in what seemed five minutes, I heard the patter of feet behind us, and the fiery eyes were close by. Over went the second mouthful, and then the third and the fourth; but they seemed more ravenous than ever, and each time were back sooner in greater numbers. We were nearly out of the woods when the last was gone, and if =Buck had only had strength, we should have been safe. But it was plain to see that he couldn't keep up much longer, for he was very old, though he'd been a fine horse in his prime. This looks bad, little =Betsey. Cover up in the robes and hold fast to me. The beasts will begin to snatch presently, and I'll have to fight them off. Thank the powers, I've my arms left. &&000 MACMILLAN (1920) 5TH GRADE MAC9205T.ASC FIFTH YEAR LANGUAGE READER BY FRANKLIN T BAKER ET AL SOURCE; COLUMBIA TC xerox typed by Rooney edited by DPH May 11, 1993 &&111 But, my good mother, do you know All this was twenty years ago? I stood on the -Gray =Swan's deck, And to that lad I saw you throw, Taking it off, as it might be, so! The handkerchief from your neck And, and he'll bring it back! And did the little lawless lad, That has made you sick and made you sad, Sail with the =Gray =Swan's crew? Lawless! the man is going mad! The best boy ever mother had! Be sure he sailed with the crew: What would you have him do? And has he never written line, Nor sent you word, nor made you sign, To say he was alive? Hold! if it was wrong, the wrong is mine; Besides, he may be in the brine, And could he write from the grave? =Tut, man! what would you have? And all the treets on all the hills Open their thousand leaves; So without sound of music, Or voice of them that wept, Silently down from the mountain's crown The great procession swept. Perchance the bald old eagle, On gray =Beth-peor's height, Out of his lonely eyrie, Looked on the wondrous sight: Perchance the lion stalking Still shuns that hallowed spot, For beast and bird have seen and heard That which man knows not. But when the warrior dies, His comrades in the war, With arms reversed and muffled drum, Follow his funeral car: They show the banners taken, They tell his battles won, And after him lead his masterless steed, While peals the minute gun. So we were left galloping, =Joris and I, Past =Looz and past =Tongres, no cloud in the sky, The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, Beneath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff, until over a =Dalhem a dome spire sprang white, and gallop, gasped =Joris, for =Aix is in sight! How they'll greet us! and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my =Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save =Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye sockets rim. Then I cast loose my buff coat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my =Roland his petname, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Tell at length into =Aix =Roland galloped and stood. The buoy of the =Inchcape =Bell was seen, A dark spot on the ocean green; Sir =Ralph the =Rover walked his deck And fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of =Spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing: His heart was mirthful to excess, But the =Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the =Inchcape float. Quote he, My men, put out the boat And row me to the =Inchcape =Rock, And I'll plague the =Abbot of =Aberbrothok. The boat is lowered, the boatmen row, And to the =Inchcape =Rock they go; Sir =Ralph bent over from the boat, And he cut the bell from the =Inchcape float. Down sank the bell with a gurgling sound; the bubbles rose and burst around. Quote Sir =Ralph, the next who comes to the =Rock Wont bless the Abbot of =Abernrothok. Later, it befell on a time that =King =Arthur said to =Merlin, My barons will let me have no rest, but they will have it that I shall take a wife, and I will take none except by your counsel and by your advice. It is well, said =Merlin, that you should take a wife., for a man of your nobleness should not be without one. Now, is there any fair lady that you love better than another? Yes, said =King =Arthur, I love =Guenevere, the daughter of =King =Leodegrance; for this damsel is the gentlest and fairest lady living. So =Merlin went to =King =Leodegrance and told him the desire of =Arthur. That is to me, said =King =Leodegrance, the best tidings that I have heard, that so worthy a king will wed my daughter. And I would give him land for a marriage gift, but he hath lands enough and need no more. But I shall send him a gift that will please him much more, for I shall send him the =Round =Table which =King =Uther, his father, gave me. Around it may sit one =hundred knights and =fifty, and with it I will send a =hundred knights. And so =King =Leodegrance delivered his daughter =Guenevere to =King =Arthur and the =Round =Table with the =hundred knights. But =Siegmund answered with scorn: Gold need I not, but a good sword shall I need throughout my life. You had the same chance as I to take it; why didn't you not do it? Black grew the heart of =Siggeir at this taunt, and white was his face, though, being cunning, he hid his anger. But, to be revenged, he would not stay for the usual seven days of feasting, saying that storms would come, and he and his bride must away, and that her father and brothers must come to finish the feast in =Gothland within three months. Then disaster tell swiftly on the race of the =Volsungs, for when the =King sailed to =Gothland, as his promise was, =Siggeir's men attacked him treacherously, and slew him and all his followers, excepting his ten sons. These =Siggeir first took alive and then put them to a cruel death, all save =Sigmund, for he, through his strength and courage and with the help of =Signi, escaped and fled into the forests, where he lived many years, plotting revenge It is impossible for =Fenrir to break through this, they said; and they were loud in their thanks to =Thor and praises of his prowess; only =Father =Odin kept a grave, sad silence. When =Fenrir came into the court to receive his food from =Tyr, it was agreed that =Thor and =Tyr were to seize and bind him. They held their weapons in readiness, for they expected a fierce struggle; but, to their surprise, =Fenrir quietly allowed the chain to be wound round him, and lay down at his ease, while =Thor, with two strokes of =Mionir, riveted the last link into one of the strongest stones on which the palace rested. Then when the gods were about to congratulate each other on their victory, =Fenrir slowly raised his ponderous form, which seemed to swell as he rose, with one bound forward snapped the chain like a silken thread, and walked calmly to his lair, as if no unusual thing had befallen him. =Thor rubbed his eyes, and felt as if he must be dreaming. Rousing himself, however, he raised his hammer in his hand, and trying to keep his eyes fixed on the giant's face, which seemed to be always changing, he said, It is time that you should know, =Skrymir, that I am come to =Giants' Home to fight and conquer such evil giants as you are, and, little as you think me, I am ready to try my strength against yours. Try it, then, said the giant. And =Thor, without another word, threw his hammer at his head. =Ah! =Ah! said the giant; did a leaf touch me? Again =Thor seized his hammer, which always returned to his hand, however far he cast it from him, and threw it with all his force. The giant put up his hand to his forehead. I think, he said, that an acorn must have fallen on my head. The third time =Thor struck a blow, the heaviest that ever fell from the hand of a god; but this time the giant laughed out loud. bars of the gates fell down, ad the brazen doors flew wide, and =Medea and the heroes ran forward and hurried through the poison wood, among the dark stems of the mighty beeches, guided by the gleam of the golden fleece, until they saw it hanging on one vast tree in the midst. And =Jason would have sprung to seize it, but =Medea held him back, and pointed shuddering to the tree foot, where the mighty serpent lay, coiled in and ut among the roots, with a body like a mountain pine. His coils stretched many a fathom, spangled with bronze and gold; and half of him they could see, but no more, for the rest lay in the darkness far beyond. And when he saw them coming, he lifted up his head, and watched them with his small bright eyes, and flashed his forked tongue, and roared like the fire among the woodlands, till the forest tossed and groaned. But =Medea called him gently to her; and he stretched out his long spotted neck, and licked her hand, and looked up in her face, as if to ask for food. Then she made a sign to =Orpheus, and he began his magic song. But he said, I go; yet promise me one thing before I go, that if I slay this beast you will be my wife, and come back with me to my kingdom, for I am a king's heir. Promise mem, and seal it with a kiss. The she lifted up her face, and kissed him; and =Perseus laughed for joy, and flew upward, while =Andromeda crouched trembling on the rock, waiting for what might befall. On came the great sea monster, coating along like a huge black ship, lazily breasting the ripple, and stopping at times by creek or headland, to watch for the laughter of girls drying their freshly washed clothes on the sea sands, or cattle pawing on the sand hills, or boys bathing on the beach. His great sides were fringed with clustering s hells and seaweeds, and the water gurgled in and =Polyphemus answered nothing, ut without more ado caught up two of the men, as a man might catch up a dog's puppies, and dashed them on the ground, and tore them limb from limb, and devoured them, with huge draughts of milk between, leaving not a morsel, not even the very bones. But we that were left, when we saw the dreadful deed, could only weep and pray to =Zeus for help. And when the giant was filled with human flesh and with the milk of the flocks, he lay down among his sheep and slept. Then I questioned much in my heart whether I should slay the monster as he slept, for I doubted not that my good sword would pierce the giant's heart, mighty as he was. But my second thought kept me back, for I remembered that, should I slay him, I and my comrades would yet perish miserably. For who could move away the great rock that lay against the door of the cave? So we waited till the morning, with grief in our hearts. The monster woke, the milked his flocks, and afterwards, seizing two men, devoured them for his meal. The he went to the pastures, first putting the great rock against the mouth of the cave. &&000 MACMILLAN (1940) 5TH GRADE MAC9405T.ASC LET'S TRAVEL ON by Arthur I Gates and Jean Ayer SOURCE: COLUMBIA TC XEROX, SCAN EDIT May 8, 1993 &&111 Indeed? said the =Vizir, with a smile that meant as much as six ordinary smiles. Why, that is so! Even now me thinks I hear the great bell ringing four o'clock in the morning. As he spoke the sound of the bell came loudly over the plain, and the roosters began to crow. Just as day dawned in the =East, the first of the procession entered the high gate of the city of =Chunder-abad-dad. The =Caliph and the =Grand =Vizir rode in state at the head. Far in advance ran heralds, shouting loudly, Make way for the =Caliphl =The world is round, and he has ridden around it! Make way for the =Caliph! The townspeople were wakened from their quiet slumber by the sound of the shouting. They plunged into their trousers in fright, threw up their windows, hurled back the shutters, and asked where the fire was. Then, learning the cause of the uproar, all the city joined in a mighty shout of praise, =Hail to the =Caliphl =Hail, all hail! For the world is round, and he has ridden around it. Instantly, upon reaching the palace, the =Caliph called for his swiftest messengers and sent them See here, dog, said =Gramp. You run along home. The dog stopped, sat down, and listened with polite attention; but it seemed that this was but skin-deep. The moment that =Gramp went on, the dog followed. You'll get lost, said the old gentleman. You'd better go home. The pup sat down again and smiled at him. =Wuff, it remarked. =Gramp started on once more, and again the dog followed. =Grandfather pointed with his cane in a direction that was probably northwest. Go home! he commanded. Go home! The part-collie gazed obediently in that direction. But northwest and home seemed to mean little or nothing to him. He sniffed the air, then trotted along at =Grandfather's heels with cheer-fully waving tail. Again and again this was repeated in the five blocks that led to =Linwood, but the dog was unmoved. He seemed utterly lacking in proper pride. He even became playful, to show that his feelings were not hurt. one man in sight, and he was standing on a wharf watching a steamboat go up the river, or down the river, whichever it is. That was my boat, the one I was supposed to take, I was going to =DuckIsland in her. But she'd gone. The man said he'd let me take a canoe for half a dollar. I thought that was very trusting of him, for how did he know I'd ever bring it back? But he said I could leave it with a man named =Pike, who lives on =Little =Duck =Island, and he'd get it tomorrow. So I gave him half a dollar, and I came away in the canoe. Aren't they wobbly? I never was in one before. Did you paddle down here in a canoe? And you'd never been in one before? Yes. That is, I didn't do much with the paddle, except push off from the bank every now and then. The canoe seemed to come along pretty well. How that river does twist! And it's very narrow, I should think the steamboat would stick. It seems too big for such an undersized river. The =Captain opened his mouth helplessly, once or twice. tied and was nibbling a feu stray blades of grass on the margin of the gully. =Younger =Brother crawled through the brush to reach the windward side of the pony. There was just a little stir in the pure air and he thought the breeze might carry the scent of him to his pony. This would help in his plan. After a little while of patient waiting, he saw the pony lift his nose and sniff. Then he whinnied a little and pricked up his ears. The horse thieves noticed the actions and one of them said, What does he hear? Nothing, said the other. I hear nothing at all. The pony decided to graze again, moving in the direction of =Younger =Brother. The two =Navahos resumed their quarreling. While they were talking, =Younger =Brother breathed his own special note of the mourning dove. Immediately the pony ran toward the sound, whinnying as he went. He started right up the wet sandy bank of the gully. In his haste he dislodged big chunks of dirt, thus causing a small landslide. and turn as the dun pony did, but he was clumsy and slow beside that other. The pony's quickness was like a darting swallow's. Under his rider's beating quirt, the bigger mount lumbered heavily up and down in pursuit, but was always left far behind. He will never get him! rejoiced =Mary =Anne, but =Eric shook his head. The =Arickaree has something more than just his horse. Look! The Indian rider was uncoiling the rawhide rope that hung at his horse's withers. He tested the smooth-running noose at the end, whirled it about his head, and flung it as the pony sped by. The little beast was quick and clever, but man's wit was too much for him. The noose dropped about his neck, and he was fairly caught. The =Arickaree boy leaped to the ground and swung himself up on the back of his prize. The pony will throw him, =Mary =Anne said to =Eric. But she was mistaken. =Gray =Eagle's swift horse submitted sullenly, and stood with hanging head. His new master took a turn of the rope little girl, =Mary =Anne, was taken to visit a =Sioux camp. =Gray =Eagle, one of her father's =Indian friends, had invited her. While =Mary =Anne was at the =Indian camp, it was attacked at night by another tribe, the =Arickarees. They came to steal the horses of the =Sioux. =Gray =Eagle's mother, =SuTift =Pigeon, somehow got herself, her baby grandchild, and =Mary =Anne upon the back of a swift horse and rode away. The =Sioux, at the time, were smaller in number than the =Arickarees, so they scattered far and wide in order to escape. When he heard about the attack on the camp, =John =Seabold, with a neighbor named =Thorveg and =Thorveg's son, =Eric, started out to hunt for =Mary =Anne. The men rode over the prairie, but the boy turned toward some hills in the distance. THE =SEARCH When =Eric turned his pony's head toward the hills, he knew exactly why he chose that direction. The men were looking for the vanished =Sioux =Indians and the lost little girl all across the great good condition. As a result, there were no better athletes at that time than those of =Greece; and the runners were very swift and strong. The =Greek athletes had a chance each year to show what they could do in the great =Olympic =Games. The story of one famous long-distance runner of =Ancient =Greece is often told as an example of what these athletes could do. But it is probable that there were few athletes equal to =Pheidippides, the runner just mentioned. As has been said earlier, the =Persians tried for a long time to conquer =Greece. At last one summer about =twenty-four =hundred years ago, the =Persian king sailed across the =Aegean =Sea with six =hundred ships. He was sure that with so great a force he could defeat the =Greeks. He succeeded in winning one battle and went on toward the city of =Athens. But news of the coming of the =Persians reached =Athens, and the =Athenians prepared for a hard fight. They were much smaller in number than the =Persians, so they sent to =Sparta, a city of =Greece one =hundred and =forty miles away, to ask for help. They had, of course, to send a good runner. These shining fancies were not entirely dashed when =Henry said, Of course, boys, nobody has ever found any of these lost treasures. Many a party of prospectors has gone down into the =Big =Bend region, but they have all come away disappointed in the end. =Spanish treasure is nothing but a dream. The other grown people at the table agreed, and =Henry went on, But there's still good hunting in that country, and I'm planning to go down there and bring back some skins for my den. I'm going to camp and hunt for a month or so. I thought maybe you'd lend me one of your boys, =John, if he'd care to go. I need somebody to help about the camp. I'll pay him five dollars a week, and give him the trip. What do you say, boys? I wish I could go, =Henry, said =Roddy, but I've promised to take a job in =Rotan. Maybe =Don could go, though. =Henry looked at =Don, whose eyes were shining with delight and hope. Five dollars a week! And maybe, just maybe, he might be the one to find a long-lost =Spanish silver mine! Would I go! Oh, boy! he exclaimed. Can you stand up? asked the =Colonel. You don't hurt and here, =eh? No bones broken? =Henry stood up and dusted himself off. I reckon I'll be all here, he said. What's all this about last year? =Martin and I shook your hand then. Do you remember? Well, I'm an old man, now, =Bud. My memory's not what it used to be. I told you he wouldn't remember, said =Martin sadly. Oh, gee! said =Henry. I had on my new straw hat, too. Well, no wonder! said the =Colonel. How was I to know you without your hat? I've shaken =thousands of boys hands since last summer. Had your breakfasts? No, sir, and we've been up since four. Come along, then, we'll see what we can do for that. =Ardeth had an awful pang of fear. This was a man's affair and they were going off without her! She gave a little gasp of disappointment. =Martin turned around and remembered her. Next to the flannel comes the clumsy waterproof suit. It is made of rubber and cloth of many plies, and has a pair of attached ankle-length rubber boots with thick iron soles. The suit is so constructed that it can be blown up like a rubber tire before the diver goes down below the surface. The shoes are very heavy. They weigh twentyfour pounds each and keep the wearer feet downward in the water. Around the diver's chest is strapped a band of iron weights, adding =eighty pounds more. Over his shoulders is a corselet of metal rings to which his helmet is screwed. The helmet is metal with two thick glass eyes in front. Altogether the diving dress weighs close to two =hundred pounds, a heavy load on land but scarcely felt in the buoyant depths of the sea. Air is pumped down to the diver through a rubber hose attached to the back of the helmet. It enters by a non-return safety valve. This admits incoming air but stops any outgoing flow. But what is breathed in must be got rid of. So on the right side of the helmet is an escape valve which allows the air to leave when the pressure &&000 NEWSON & CO. (1929) 5TH GRADE NEW9295T.ASC BOOK ADVENTURES by Rose lees Hardy and Edna Turpin Source: Columbia TC xerox, scan edit by DPH May 9, 1993 &&111 Here on this stretch of shore he has built the outermost camp fire of his race and has gathered his sons that they may tell each other of the progress they have made, utter man's prayers, things done for man. His sons are they who have cut these continents in twain, who have slashed =God's world as with a knife, who have gleefully made the rebellious seas lift man's ship across the barrier mountains of =Panama. It is their prayer, a thing done for man. And here, too, these sons of the pioneer will tell of other things they do, how they fill the night with jeweled light conjured from the melting snows of the far-off mountains; how they talk together across the world in their own voices; how they baffle the eagles in their flight through the air and make their way within the gloom of the soundless sea; how they reach into the heavens and draw down food out of the air to replenish the wasted earth; how with the touch of a knife they convert the sinner and with the touch of a stone dissolve disease. These things and more have they done in these latter days, these sons of the pioneer. Here, too, in this city of the new nation, the pioneer has called together all his neighbors that we may learn one of the other. We are to live together side by side for all time. The seas are but a highway between the doorways of the nations. We are to know each other and to grow in mutual understanding. for you shall move many knights to the quest of the =Holy =Grail and achieve that which no knight has yet succeeded in doing. =Then taking him by the hand, the king said: Now I see but once the full number of my brave knights seated at my =Table =Round. Let us now go to the meadow of =Camelot, to joust and to tourney, that after your death men may speak of your feats of valor. All agreed to this and arrayed themselves for the tournament. Goodly were the deeds of the noble knights, and many were the encounters with =Sir =Galahad, who so broke spears that all men wondered at him. He defeated all who jousted with him but two, =Sir =Lancelot and =Sir =Percival. That evening at supper, every knight sat in his own place at the =Round =Table, but =Arthur for a time was not in the hall. Then was heard the cracking and rolling of thunder, and in the midst there entered the hall a sunbeam clearer by seven times than any seen by day. Every knight looked at his neighbor and saw him fairer and more beautiful than ever before. None spoke to the other, and all looked at one another as though they were dumb. Then there entered into the hall the =Holy =Grail, covered with white samite, so that none saw it nor who bore it. And when the =Holy =Grail had been borne through the hall, it departed suddenly. Then =Sir =Gawaine rose and said: =Our feast this day has been blessed with the presence of the =Holy =Grail, but it was so covered we saw it not. Therefore And now I thought myself pretty well freighted, and began to think how I should get to shore with them, having neither sail, oar, nor rudder, and the least capful of wind would have overset all my navigation. I had three encouragements: first, a smooth, calm sea; secondly, the tide rising and setting in to the shore; thirdly, what little wind there was blowing, blew me toward the land. And thus, having found two or three broken oars belonging to the boat, and besides the tools which were in the chest, I found two saws, an ax, and a hammer; and, With this cargo I put to sea. For a mile or thereabouts my raft went very well, only that I found it drive a little distant from the place where I had landed before; by which I perceived that there was some in draft of the water and consequently I hoped to find some creek or river there, which I might make use of as a port to get to land with my cargo. As I imagined, so it was. There appeared before me a little opening of the land, and I found a strong current of the tide set into it; so I guided my raft as well as I could to keep in the middle of the stream. But here I had like to have suffered a second shipwreck, which if I had, I think it would have broken my heart; for, knowing nothing of the coast, my raft ran aground at one end of it upon a shoal, and not being aground at the other end, it wanted but a little that all my cargo had slipped off toward that end that was afloat and so fallen into the water. I did my utmost, by setting my back against the chests, to keep them in their places, but could not thrust An operator's sense of hearing undoubtedly becomes more acute than another person's because of his constant training in straining his ears for faint code signals. About five seconds after the quartermaster had raised his arm, I heard very faintly what I thought might be the sound of a bomb. I turned to the third officer who stood next to me and he said he thought he had heard it too, although he wasn't sure. It had been prearranged that none of us was to move in case we heard the sound, so that we could check the direction and get our bearings on the =Baltic. Consequently the officers took a bearing on the direction we thought the sound came from, and then I went back to the operating cabin to transmit steering directions to the =Baltic, based on those bearings. We cautioned them to come very slowly because of our helplessness. Had we really heard the =Baltic's last bomb ? Were the steering directions I had just transmitted going to bring her alongside? Those were tense moments. In about fifteen minutes we heard the fog horn of the =Baltic. The last bomb really had been heard. You are proceeding on the right course was the message that I then sent the =Baltic. We can now hear your fog horn. Come very cautiously as we have no lights. =Fifteen minutes later I heard a tremendous cheer. I knew it couldn't come from our own ship, as there were only eight of us. I looked out of the cabin. There was the =Baltic coming up right alongside of us. Her passengers had lined the decks to keep a sharp lookout for us. It were a pity if I could not find you at least a little stick to throw, said =Loki. I am only a poor old woman, and of course I have no weapon. But ah ! here is a green twig which you can use as an arrow, and I will guide your arm, poor fellow. =Hod's dark face lighted up, for he was eager to take his turn in the game. So he thanked her and grasped eagerly the little arrow which she put into his hand. =Loki held him by the arm and together they stepped into the circle which surrounded =Balder. And when it was =Hod's turn to throw his weapon, the old woman stood at his elbow and guided his big arm as it hurled the twig of mistletoe towards where =Balder stood. Oh, the sad thing that befell ! Straight through the air flew the little arrow, straight as magic and =Loki's arm could direct it. Straight to =Balder's heart it sped, piercing through jerkin and shirt and all, to give its bitter message of =Loki's love, as he had said. With a cry =Balder fell forward on the grass. And that was the end of sunshine and spring and joy in =Asgard, for the dream had come true and =Balder the beautiful was dead. When the =Aesir saw what had happened, there was a great shout of fear and horror and they rushed upon =Hod, who had thrown the fatal arrow. What is it? What have I done? asked the poor blind brother, trembling at the tumult which had followed the shot. =You have slain =Balder ! cried the =AEsir. wretched =Hod, how could you do it? told him to come back the next evening if he wished to hear the tale of the second voyage. =Sindbad went joyfully home, and you can imagine how happy the poor family were that night. Next evening he set out once more for =Sindbad's house, dressed in his best clothes. There he enjoyed a splendid supper as before, and w hen it was over =Sindbad said, My friends, I will now tell you the story of my second voyage, which I think y ou will find even more wonderful than that of my first. The Story of the Second Voyage I was very happy for some time at home, but before long I began to grow ~eary of leading an idle life. I longed to be upon the sea again, to feel the good ship bounding over the waves and to hear the wind whistling through the rigging. no bigger than it did a while ago; but now he had to step on the rung first and then clamber up, in order to reach the seat. It was the same thing with the table. He could not look over the top without climbing to the arm of the chair. What in all the world is this? said the boy. I believe the elf has bewitched both the armchair and the table and the whole cottage. The book he had been studying lay on the table and, to all appearances, it was not changed; but there must have been something queer about that too, for he could not manage to read a single word of it without actually standing right in the book itself. He read a couple of lines and then he chanced to look up. With that, his glance fell on the looking-glass; and he cried aloud: Look! There's another one! For in the glass he saw plainly a little, little creature who was dressed in a hood and leather breeches. Why, that one is dressed exactly like me ! said the boy, and clasped his hands in astonishment. But then he saw that the thing in the mirror did the same thing. Then he began to pull his hair and pinch his arms and suing around; and instantly he did the same thing after him, he who was seen in the mirror. The boy ran around the glass several times, to see if there wasn't a little man hidden behind it, but he found no one there; and then he began to shake with terror. For now he understood that the elf had bewitched him, and that the creature whose image he saw in the glass, was he, himself. But they had not got half the spikes away, when they saw a great dark cloud over them; and, lo and behold ! it was the otter. How she did grin and grin when she saw =Tom ! =Yar ! said she, you little meddlesome wretch, I have you now ! I will serve you out for telling the salmon ù here I was! And she crawled all over the pot to get in. =Tom was horribly frightened, and still more frightened when she found the hole in the top and squeezed herself right down through it, all eyes and teeth. But no sooner was her head inside than Mr =Lobster caught her by the nose and held on. And there they were all three in the pot, rolling over and over, and very tight packing it was. And the lobster tore at the otter and the otter tore at the lobster and both squeezed and thumped poor =Tom till he had no breath left in his body; and I don't know what would have happened to him if he had not at last got on the otter's back and safe out of the hole. He was right glad when he got out, but he would not desert his friend who had saved him; and the first time he saw his tail uppermost he caught hold of it and pulled with all his might. But the lobster would not let go. Come along, said =Tom; don't you see she is dead ? And so she was, quite drowned and dead. And that was the end of the wicked otter. But the lobster would not let go. is the way he stands with his right hind leg a little draw up, and see !, there is the little bunch above his knee, and one ear lopped down ! Yes, indeed! cried =John, wild with delight. It is =Franz. I didn't expect you to know it so soon though, and he capered about the little room like a young elephant. =Frau =Ampezzang was almost as pleased as =John over his success, although she must soon lose a valuable apprentice, for he could no longer spend his time cutting out blocks for her to finish. You must now carve a horse, she told him, it will be very easy for you, it is so like the donkey, and taking a block, she skillfully shaped it, showing him just where the two differed. Then =John tried. It was indeed very easy, too easy as it proved, for =John had quite finished one before he discovered that what he had so easily made was no horse at all but only another donkey ! The only difference was that there was no little bunch above the knee and the hind leg was a little straighter. Never mind, =John, said =Frau =Ampezzang, patiently, it is a beautiful donkey. No one could make a better, and in time you will make as good a horse. So =John tried again, and again he turned out a donkey. Again and again he ended in the same way until even =Frau =Ampezzang gave up in despair. You must try something quite different, she declared; you must try a sheep; that you cannot make into a donkey. And she carved a sheep before his The water's got awful cold, said =Elmore, shivering. But if you dive, I will too. Good old sport ! approved =Jed. Come on. One, two Just as =Jed was about to say three, something attracted his attention and he paused. =Elmore, ready for the starting signal, tried to stop, but flopped over awkwardly and went into the water. What a dive ! cried =Mike. The way he hit the water sounded like =Fourth of =July ! =Jed was about to plunge in, but =Albert, who did not like that splashy dive, caught his arm, saying, Wait. See where =Elmore comes up. =Jed waited a little while that seemed very long. For =Elmore did not come to the surface. =Albert's eyes were anxious, but he said in answer to =Jed's frightened look, Maybe he is trying to act smart. Maybe he is swimming under the water to the raft. I made him do it. That was =3ed's first thought. =Elmore! =Elmore! Come up! Don't scare me so! His voice quavered. There was no answer. A horrible fear seized all the boys. =Roger =Park, leaning from the raft and gazing into the black water, cried over and over, He's drowned. He's drowned. He's drowned. =atch ! He'll come up. We'll get him, said =Albert. I made him do it, =Jed repeated. I'm going to the bottom to find him. He caught up a loose stone, dived with it in his hands, and went to the bottom. Here on this stretch oI shore he has built the outer- most camp fire of his race and has gathered his sons that they may tell each other of the progress they have made--utter man's pra~ers, things done for man. His sons are they who have cut these continents in twain, who have slashed God's world as with a knife, who have gleefully made the rebellious seas lift man's ship across the barrier mountains of Panama. It is their prayer, a thing done for man. And here, too, these sons of the pioneer will tell of other things they do--how they fill the night with jeweled light conjured from the melting snows of the far-off mountains; how they talk together across the world in their own voices; how they baffle the eagles in their flight through the air and make their way within the gloom of the soundless sea; how they reach into the heavens and draw down food out of the air to replenish the wasted earth; how with the touch of a knife they convert the sinner and ~rith the touch of a stone dissolve disease. These things and more have they done in these latter days, these sons of the pioneer. Here, too, in this city of the new nation, the pioneer has called together all his neighbors that we may learn one of the other. ~Te are to live together side by side for all time. The seas are but a highway between the doorways of the nations. ~Te are to know each other and to grow in mutual understanding. for you shall move many knights to the quest of the Holy Grail and achieve that which no knight has yet succeeded in doing." Then taking him by the h~nd, the king said: "Now I see but once the full number of m!,~ brave knights seated at my Table Round. Let us now go to the meadow of Camelot, to joust and to tourney, that after ~our death men may speak of y our feats of valor." All agreed to this and arrayed themselves for the tournament. Goodly were the deeds of the noble knights, and many were the encounters with Sir Gala- had, who so broke spears that all men wondered at him. He defeated all who jousted with him but two, Sir Lancelot and Sir Percival. That evening at supper, every knight sat in his own place at the Round Table, but Arthur for a time was not in the hall. Then was heard the cracking and roll- ing of thunder, and in the midst there entered the hall a sunbeam clearer by seven times than any seen by day. Every knight looked at his neighbor and saw him fairer and more beautiful than ever before. None spoke to the other, and all looked at one another as though they were dumb. Then there entered into the hall the Holy Grail, covered with white samite, so that none saw it nor who bore it. And when the Holy Grail had been borne through the hall, it departed suddenly. Then Sir Gawaine rose and said: "Our feast this day has been blessed with the presence of the Holy Grail, but it was so covered we saw it not. Therefore And now I thought myself pretty well freighted, and began to think how I should get to shore with them, having neither sail, oar, nor rudder, and the least capful of wind would have overset all my navigation. I had three encouragements: first, a smooth, calm sea; secondly, the tide rising and setting in to the shore; thirdly, what little u-ind there was blo-~ ing, blew me toward the land. And thus, having found two or three broken oars belonging to the boat, and besides the tools which were in the chest, I found two saws, an ax, and a hammer; and, ~Tith this cargo I put to sea. For a mile or thereabouts my raft went very well, only that I found it drive a little distant from the place where I had landed before; by which I perceived that there was some indraft of the ~7ater and consequently I hoped to find some creek or river there, which I might make use of as a port to get to land with my cargo. As I imagined, so it was. There appeared before me a little opening of the land, and I found a strong current of the tide set into it; so I guided my raft as well as I could to keep in the middle of the stream. But here I had like to have suffered a second ship- wreck, which if I had, I think it would have broken my heart; for, knowing nothing of the coast, my raft ran aground at one end of it upon a shoal, and not being aground at the other end, it wanted but a little that all my cargo had slipped off to~h-ard that end that was afloat and so fallen into the water. I did my utmost, by setting my back against the chests, to keep them in their places, but could not thrust An operator's sense of hearing undoubtedly becomes more acute than another person's because of his constant training in straining his ears for faint code signals. About five seconds after the quartermaster had raised his arm, I heard very faintly what I thought might be the sound of a bomb. I turned to the third officer wllo stood next to me and he said he thought he had heard it too, although he wasn't sure. It had been pre- arranged that none of us was to move in case ~ e heard the sound, so that we could check the direction and get our bearings on the Baltic. Consequently the officers took a bearing on the direction ù~e thought the sound came from, and then I went back to the operating cabin to transmit steering directions to the Baltic, based on those bearings. ~Te cautioned them to come very slowly because of our helplessness. Had we really heard the Baltic's last bomb ? ~'ere the steering directions I had just transmitted going to bring her alongside? Those were tense moments. In about fifteen minutes we heard the fog horn of the Baltic. The last bomb really had been heard. "You are proceeding on the right course" was the message that I then sent the Baltic. "~7e can now hear your fog horn. Come very cautiously as we have no lights." Fifteen minutes later I heard a tremendous cheer. I knew it couldn't come from our own ship, as there were only eight of us. I looked out of the cabin. There was the Baltic coming up right alongside of us. Her passen- gers had lined the decks to keep a sharp lookout for us. "It were a pity if I could not find you at least a little stick to throw," said Loki. "I am only a poor old woman, and of course I have no weapon. But ah ! here is a green t-~ig which you can use as an aITow, and I ~r~-ill guide your arm, poor fellow." Hod's dark face lighted up, for he was eager to take his turn in the game. So he thanked her and grasped eagerly the little arrow ~hich she put into his hand. Loki held him by the arm and together they stepped into the circle which surrounded Balder. And when it was Hod's turn to throw his weapon, the old woman stood at his elbow and guided his big arm as it hurled the t~ig of mistletoe towards where Balder stood. Oh, the sad thing that befell ! Straight through the air flew the little arrow, straight as magic and Loki's arm could direct it. Straight to Balder's heart it sped, piercing through jerkin and shirt and all, to give its bitter message of "Loki's love," as he had said. With a cry Balder fell for~ard on the grass. And that was the end of sunshine and spring and joy in Asgard, for the dream had come true and Balder the beautiful was dead. When the ~Esir saw what had happened, there was a great shout of fear and horror and they rushed upon Hod, who had thrown the fatal arrow. "~rhat is it? ~That have I done?" asked the poor blind brother, trembling at the tumult which had followed the shot. " You ha- e slain Balder ! " cried the ~ZEsir. "~7retched Hod, how could you do it?" told him to come back the next evening if he ù.~shed to hear the tale of the second voyage. Hindbad went joyfully home, and you can imagine how happy the poor family were that night. Next evening he set out once more for Sindbad's house, dressed in his best clothes. There he enjoyed a splendid supper as before, and w hen it was over Sindbad said, " ~Iy friends, I ~. ill now tell you the story of my second voyage, which I think y ou will find even more wonderful than that of my first." 3. The Stoiy of the Second Voyage " I was very happy for some time at home, but before long I began to grow ~eary of leading an idle life. I longed to be upon the sea again, to feel the good ship bounding over the waves and to hear the wind whistling through the rigging. no bigger than it did a while ago; but now he had to step on the rung first and then clamber up, in order to reach the seat. It was the same thing with the table. He could not look over the top without climbing to the arm of the chair. "~7hat in all the world is this?" said the boy. "I believe the elf has bewitched both the armchair and the table and the whole cottage." The book he had been studying lay on the table and, to all appearances, it was not changed; but there must have been something queer about that too, for he could not manage to read a single word of it without actually standing right in the book itself. He read a couple of lines and then he chanced to look up. ~7ith that, his glance fell on the looking-glass; and he cried aloud: "Look! There's another one!" For in the glass he saw plainly a little, little creature who was dressed in a hood and leather breeches. " ~Thy, that one is dressed exactly like me ! " said the boy, and clasped his hands in astonishment. But then he saw that the thing in the mirror did the same thing. Then he began to pull his hair and pinch his arms and suing around; and instantly he did the same thing after him--he who was seen in the mirror. The boy ran around the glass several times, to see if there wasn't a little man hidden behind it, but he found no one there; and then he began to shake with terror. For now he understood that the elf had be- ~itched him, and that the creature whose image he saw in the glass--was he, himself. But they had not got half the spikes away, when they saw a great darl; cloud over them; and, lo and behold ! it was the otter. How she did grin and grin when she saw Tom ! " Yar ! " said she, " you little meddlesome wretch, I have you now ! I will serve ~ou out for telling the salmon ù here I was!" And she crawled all over the pot to get in. Tom was horribly frightened, and still more fright- ened when she found the hole in the top and squeezed herself right down through it, all eyes and teeth. But no sooner was her head inside than Mr. Lobster caught her by the nose and held on. And there they were all three in the pot, rolling o~-er and over, and very tight packing it was. And the lobster tore at the otter and the otter tore at the lobster and both squeezed and thumped poor Tom till he had no breath left in his body; and I don't know what would have happened to him if he had not at last got on the otter's back and safe out of the hole. He was right glad when he got out, but he would not desert his friend who had saved him; and the first time he saw his tail uppermost he caught hold of it and pulled with all his might. But the lobster would not let go. "Come along," said Tom; "don't you see she is dead ? " And so she was, quite drowned and dead. And that was the end of the wicked otter. But the lobster would not let go. is the way he stands with his right hind leg a little dra~ up, and see !--there is the little bunch above his l~nee, and one ear lopped down !" "Yes, indeed!" cried John, wild with delight. "It is Franz. I didn't expect you to know it so soon though," and he capered about the little room like a yOUllg elephant. Frau Ampezzang was almost as pleased as John over his success, although she must soon lose a valuable apprentice, for he could no longer spend his time cutting out blocks for her to finish. "You must now car~e a horse," she told him, "it will be very easy for you, it is so like the donkey," and taking a block, she skillfully shaped it, showing him just where the two differed. Then John tried. It was indeed very easy, too easy as it proved, for John had quite finished one before he discovered that what he had so easily made was no horse at all but only another donkey ! The only differ- ence ~Tas that there was no little bunch above the knee and the hind leg was a little straighter. "Never mind, John," said Frau Ampezzang, pa- tiently, "it is a beautiful donkey. No one could make a better, and in time you will make as good a horse." So John tried again, and again he turned out a donkey. Again and again he ended in the same way until even Frau Ampezzang gave up in despair. "You must try something quite different," she de- clared; "you must try a sheep; that you cannot make into a donkey." And she carved a sheep before his " The water's got awful cold," said Elmore, shivering. " But if you dive, I will too." " Good old sport ! " approved Jed. " Come on. One, two " Just as Jed was about to say "three," some- thing attracted his attention and he paused. Elmore, ready for the starting signal, tried to stop, but flopped over awkwardly and went into the water. ~ What a dive ! " cried Mike. " The way he hit the water sounded like Fourth of July ! " Jed was about to plunge in, but Albert, who did not like that splashy dive, caught his arm, saying, "Wait. See where Elmore comes up." Jed waited a little while that seemed very long. For Elmore did not come to the surface. Albert's eyes were an~ious, but he said in answer to Jed's frightened look, " Maybe he is trying to act smart. Maybe he is swimming under the water to the raft." " I made him do it." That was 3ed's first thought. "Elmore! Elmore! Come up! Don't scare me so!" His voice quavered. There ~as no answer. A horrible fear seized all the boys. Roger Park, leaning from the raft and gazing into the black water, cried over and over, "He's drowned. He's drowned. He's dro~Tned." " Watch ! He'll come up. ~e'll get him," said Albert. " I made him do it," Jed repeated. " I'm going to the bottom to find him." He caught up a loose stone, dived with it in his hands, and went to the bottom. &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1923) 5TH GRADE SF19235T.ASC CHILD LIBRARY READERS BOOK FIVE WILLIAM ELSON & MARY BURRIS SOURCE: COLUMBIA TC XEROX TYPED BY ROONEY EDITED BY DPH May 11, 1993 &&111 One day the mighty =Antaeus was lolling at full length among his little friends. His pine-tree walking-stick lay on the ground, close by his side. His head was in one part of the kingdom, and his feet extended across the boundaries of another part; and he was taking whatever comfort he could get, while the =Pygmies scrambled over him, and peeped into his mouth, and played among his hair. Sometimes, for a minute or two, the =Giant dropped asleep, and snored like the rush of a whirlwind. During one of these little bits of slumber a =Pygmy chanced to climb upon his shoulder, and took a view around the horizon, as from the summit of a hill; and he beheld something, a long way off, which made him rub his eyes, and look sharper than before. Then the king sent out some men with a cannon to batter down the walls of the giant's castle. But the giant sat on the wall and caught the cannon balls in his hand and tossed them back at the cannon, so that they broke the wheels and scared away all the men. When the cannon sounded, the giant roared so loudly that all the windows in the king's palace were broken, and the queen and all the princesses went down into the cellar and hid among the sugar barrels, and stuffed cotton in their ears till the noise should stop. Whatever the king's men tried to do the giant made it worse and worse. At last no one dared to go out into the valley beside the giant's castle, and no one dared look at it from anywhere, because when the giant scowled, all who saw him dropped to the ground with fear, and their teeth began to fall out, and when the giant roared, there was no one who could bear to hear it. being above him where he cannot see it without stepping outward from the house, he may not notice that it is stopped. This once served me very well, for an old gentleman, over-testy and over-punctual, once came to me for his shoes, and looking up at the clock, which I had prepared for him, exclaimed, Bless me! I am much too early! And he sat down by me for three-quarters of an hour, in which time I persuaded him that his shoes were far too much worn to be worth mending any more, and that he should have a new pair, which, afterwards, I made." When they were quite ready, but not a moment before, the seven bells of the large church on the square would chime the hour; after which, at a short interval of time, the other church clocks of the town would strike. After the lapse of three or four minutes, the sound of all these bells seemed to wake up the stone man in the tower of the town building, and he struck the hour with his hammer. When this had been done, the other town-clocks felt at liberty to strike, and they did so. And when every sound had died away, so that he would be certain to be heard if t here was anyone awake to hear, it would be very likely that the iron donkey would kick out the hour on his bell. But there were times when he kicked before any of the clocks began to strike. Men cannot use electricity to any advantage, answered =Iron, without the iron giant in the heart of the dynamo. Steam and gas, when the iron and steel engines are gone, float off into the air as lightly as clouds; men can no longer use them. It is true that copper conducts most of the electricity, but without iron there is little electricity to conduct, and copper wire is made with iron machinery. Well, said =Giant =Gold, I understand that concrete is an important building material; you certainly can't claim that! You have never watched the making of concrete, answered the =Iron =Giant. If you had done so, you would know that concrete is made of cement and sand, that the sand is sifted through iron screens and shoveled with iron shovels, and that the sand and cement are mixed in iron kettles. It will better and beautify the earth; love the blue sky and the white clouds passing by and ever join merrily in the movement and the music of the elemental dance with the winds. It will welcome the flower-opening days of spring, be a home for the birds, and enjoy the quiet summer rain. And when comes the golden peace of autumn days I trust it will be ready with ripened fruit for the life to come. I never fail to hope that if t his tree is cut down it may be used for a flagpole to keep our glorious banner in the breeze, or be built into a cottage where love will abide; or, if it must be burned, that it will blaze on the hearthstone in a home where children play in the firelight on the floor. The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, And on its outer point some miles away, The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day. Even at this distance I can see the tides, Upheaving, break unheard along its base, A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides In the white lip and tremor of the face. And as the evening darkens, =lo! how bright, Through the deep purple of the twilight air, Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light With strange, unearthly splendor in its glare! Clever ways have been found to keep human scent off the poisoned meat. Poison is put into pieces of meat without touching them with the hands. Then these choice dainties are taken on horseback in a rawhide bucket and scattered with wooden pincers, the trapper wearing rubber gloves. Yet most wolves will starve before touching these morsels, evidently scenting the poison! Forced by poison and traps to avoid most dead stuff that man has touched, the wolf is compelled to do more killing. Then, too, his increased experience, together with his equipment, affords him a living and leaves him spare energy and time; so for the fun of it he kills and kills. Yes, we were born enemies. More than that, I was afraid of dogs. A little fuzzy toy dog, ambling up to me in a room full of company, with his tail wagging, gave me the shudders. I couldn't touch the beast. And as for big dogs outdoors, I feared them like the plague. I would go blocks out of my way to avoid one. I don't remember being cowardly about other things, but I just couldn't help this. It was in my blood, for some reason or other. It was the bane of my life. I couldn't see what the brutes were put into the world for, or how anyone could have anything to do with them. And the dogs disliked and distrusted me. The most docile old =Brunos would growl and show their teeth when I came near. &&000 SILVER BURDETT (1925) 5TH GRADE SIL9255T.ASC THE PATHWAY TO READING --FIFTH READER by B. B. Coleman et al Source: Columbia TC xeroxed, scanned edited by DPH 1-6-92 &&111 JASoN =AND =THE =GOLDEN =FLEECE =The =Greeks had many legends giving accounts of heroes and wonderful deeds of all sorts. Even when they no longer believed in these stories as actual fact, they liked to tell them for entertainment. As you read you will be interested in the question of why this old, old story of =Jason and the golden fleece has lived so long and is still told. The fleece was that of a huge golden ram which had carried away on its back a young =Grecian prince named =Phrixus, to =Colchis, a country east of the =Black =Sea. The youth had died there and the =Greeks believed that his spirit would never find rest until the golden fleece should be brought to =Greece. =Jason, a cousin of =Phrixus, was a young man of great wisdom and strength, who had been brought up by =Cheiron, a centaur, half man and half horse. =Jason's uncle, the king, fearing that =Jason might some day take his kingdom away from him, sent him on this quest for golden fleece. =Jason, undaunted by the perils that lay before him gathered a band of heroes, fitted up the good ship =Argo, and ventured forth to find the golden fleece. Then =Jason lighted the pile and burnt the carcass of the bull, and they went to their ship and sailed eastward, like men who have work to do. Three =thousand years and more ago they sailed away into the unknown =Eastern seas. Great nations have come and gone since then, and many a storm has swept the earth; and many a mighty fleet, =English and =French, =Turkish and =Russian, to which =Argo would be but one small boat, has sailed those waters since. Yet the fame of that small =Argo lives forever. And the =Argonauts, as the adventurers on the =Argo were called, went eastward and sailed out into the open sea which we now call the =Black =Sea. No =Greeks had ever crossed it, and all feared that dreadful sea and its rocks and shoals and fogs and bitter freezing storms. They told strange stories of it, how it stretched northward to the ends of the earth and the everlasting night and the regions of the dead. THE MEADOW LARK People who know how to observe get a great deal of pleasure from watching the ways of wild animals. The writer of this sketch is a lover of birds. You will learn by reading it something not only about larks but also about how to observe. As I was playing in the meadow one day, when I was about ten years old, I discovered one of the nicest little tunnels I have ever seen. It was an oval archway perhaps five inches in diameter, leading under a large tuft of grass. I explored it and found it ran back at least two or three feet. Of course I was all interest at once, because, aside from the tunnels of the bobtailed meadow mice and the ants, I had never seen anything of the kind, and I knew this tunnel was far too large for such small creatures as these. Presently she gained a little more courage, alighted within ten or fifteen feet of the nest, and began pecking about here and there in the most unconcerned way possible. When she felt sure no one would notice it, she ducked her head as low as she could and made directly for the tunnel a I'd slipped into the nest. Then the secret was out. It was a meadow lark's nest, the first I had seen and for that matter the most cleverly hidden of any nest Ihad known, excepting perhaps that of the humming bird. Meadow larks always build their nests in the grass, but they do not always take the trouble When =Wolfgang was three years old, his father began to teach =Nannerl to play the piano. The little boy always stood near watching his sister, full of wonder and interest. His great delight then was to stand by the piano and pick out thirds for himself until his father, half in fun, began to give him lessons too. Then it was that his great gift first began to be noticed. He could learn a minuet in less than half an hour and, once learned, he uould play it without a single mistake and in perfect time. It was all the more wonderful because his tiny hands could stretch over but a few keys, but it seemed indeed as if some magic dwelt in his small fingers. Soon it was seen that =Wolfgang's head was as full of magic as his hands, for when he was five years old he began to compose music himself, writing doun the notes without looking. His father took up the inky, smudged paper and smiled as he saw the notes scrawled all over it like ants running after each other. But as he looked more carefully he started with surprise, and his smile of amusement died away. This was no mere childish scrawl; it was a real musical composition. Only look, he said to the trumpeter, tears of pride shining in his eyes, How correct and according to rule all this is written; and yet it cannot be made use of, for it is so difficult that no one would attempt to play it. =Wolfgang was listening and hastened to explain that of course it would need to be well practiced before it could be played. See, he said, this is how it should go. He To the window first ! Down came the curtains and the shade. Tearing off the bedding, which was afire, the scoutcast it upon the floor. He then seized an unburned blanket and flung it upon the burning mass. Fighting furiously, with smoke choking him and filling his eyes until the pain was almost too much to bear, he smothered the flames at the cost of scorched clothes and burned hands. Then he turned his attention to the table, which had also caught fire, and after a little trouble managed to extinguish the fire there too. He had come into a room full of smoke and flames and had found a child in danger of death. He left the room free from fire and had placed the child in safety. All this had been the work of a few minutes, but what minutes! They had been filled with danger, not only to himself but to the whole house. There were two =hundred stations on the =Pony =Express, stretching in a line through the wild, uninhabited regions extending westward from the =Missouri =River to the =Pacific, and only about fifty riders to cover the vast distance. These were principally boys, some as young as fourteen years, chosen because of their light weight and also because they possessed the daring courage which this risky business required. Around these wilderness stations a few courageous settlers sometimes gathered. Some of these settlements later became big, prosperous western cities, but in =1860 the log station-houses usually contained only the station master, a group of riders, and the many fast horses used on the =PonyExpress. of the sailors. They crowded around their =Admiral, whom they had wanted to throw overboard only a few days before, and called him =Don and congratulated him. And =Columbus, the poor weaver's son, was the happiest man among them. At daybreak they saw a low island covered with beautiful tropical trees. Columbus, dressed in a robe of brightest scarlet and bearing the banner of =Spain, embarked with his men in small rowboats to take possession of the new-found land. As the boats grated on the sandy shore, the =Admiral and his little company threw themselves upon the earth and kissed it. Then =Columbus rose and solemnly took possession of the little island in the name of King =Ferdinand and =Queen =Isabella, naming it =San =Salvador. EXPLORING IN THE =WESTINDIES As soon as =Columbus had taken possession of the new found land, he set out with his men in the ships boats to cruise along the coast and discover, if he could, what kind of land this was that seemed so fair and yet had never seen civilized men before. The natives he called =Indians, for he thought he had reached the =Indies. He learned to talk by means of signs with these men whose language was so unlike any he had heard, and of all whom he met he asked the same question: Where can we find gold? They answered by telling him of a large island which they called =Cuba, the very same island that we know by that name today. At this news =Columbus was great1y rejoiced, for he was sure that this island was =Japan. The shepherd would have given anything to be able to laugh, they looked so funny; but he dared not stop playing, for he knew well enough that the moment he stopped they would fall upon kim and tear him to pieces. His eyes were of no use to him here, for he could not have stared ten wild boars in the face at once. So he kept on playing, and the wild boars danced very slowly as if in a minuet. Then by degrees he played faster and faster, till they could hardly twist and turn quickly enough and ended by all falling over each other in a heap, quite exhausted and out of breath. Then the shepherd ventured to laugh at last. He laughed so long and so loud that when the lord chamberlain came early in the morning, expecting to find only his bones, the tears were still running down his cheeks from laughter. As soon as the king was dressed, the shepherd was again brought before him. The king was more angry than ever to think the wild boars had not torn the man to bits, and he said, Well, you have learned how it feels to be near ten deaths. Now say, To my good health ! The guards came in, threw the hat and cloak, knapsack and stick all down in the well together, and came away, thinking that now there was really an end of the shepherd. But he had hidden in a dark corner and was laughing to himself. Quite early next morning came the lord chamberlain with a lamp, and he nearly fell backwards with surprise when he saw the shepherd alive and well. He brought the shepherd to the king, whose fury was greater than ever. Well, now that you have been near a =hundred deaths, will you say, To your good health ? But the shepherd gave the same answer. I won't say it till the princess is my wife. Perhaps, after all, you may do it for less, said the King, who saw that there was no chance of making away with the shepherd. He ordered the state coach to be got ready; then he made the shepherd get in with him and sit beside him, and ordered the coachman to drive to the silver wood. &&000 SILVER BURDETT (1932) 5TH GRADE SIL9325T.ASC THE PATHWAY TO READING--FIFTH READER by Bessie B. Coleman Source: Columbia TC xerox typed by Rooney edited by DPH May 11, 1993 &&111 The =Eskimos are the friendliest people in the world, just like grown-up children. They are short and fat, with round, pleasant faces, keen eyes, and coarse, straight black hair. When they are telling a story, they wave their hands and arms in the air, their expressions change every second, and sometimes, to illustrate an adventure, they even bring their legs into action! We had stopped at one of the largest settlements. Every one was anxious to come out and see us, and to have a meal of white man's food. The group around =Mother and me grew larger and larger. They all insisted upon measuring themselves with me. When they discovered that I was taller than any of the women and even taller than some of the men, it made them all laugh heartily. in their hands, and stout =Argo groaned beneath their strokes. On and on, beneath the dewy darkness they fled swiftly down the swirling stream, underneath black walls and temples and the castles of the princes of the =East. On they went till they heard the merry music of the surge upon the bar as it tumbled in the moonlight all alone. Into the surge they rushed, and =Argo leapt the breakers like a horse, till the heroes stopped all panting, each man upon his oar, as she slid into the still, broad sea. Then =Orpheus took his harp and sang a paean, till the heroes hearts rose high again; and they rowed on stoutly and steadfastly, away into the darkness of the =West. =Anne and her brother passed with great courage the tempting stall that was covered with gingerbread and ripe plums and pursued their way steadily through the street of =Dunstable. Here, said =Paul, we must go through this gateway into the inn yard; we are come to the =Dun =Cow. Cow! said =Anne, I see no cow. Look up, and you'll see the cow over your head, said =Paul the sign the picture. Come, never mind looking at it now. I want to find out the green chaise that has =John =Nelson's name upon it. =Paul pushed forward through a crowded passage till he got into the inn yard. There was a great noise and bustle. The hostlers were carrying in luggage. The postilions were rubbing down their horses or rolling the chaises into the coach house. When =Franklin was much younger, he told another tale about himself. The event described happened at that period of =Franklin's life when he was much interested in electricity. He had two large jars heavily charged with electricity and was expecting to show some of his friends how to kill a turkey by a shock from the jars. The story runs thus: I was working with the jars when, accidentally, I took the whole charge through my body, by receiving the fire from the united top wires with one hand, while with the other I held a chain connecting the outsides of both jars. The company present noticed that the flash was very great and the crack as loud as a pistol. I had not been in this position long before the eagles began to descend from their nests. Circling around and around above me, one of the largest suddenly swooped down and fastened its claws in the meat upon my back. Thus I was carried through the air to the eagle's nest. The merchants who were waiting came running with loud cries, to frighten away the eagles and get the diamonds. One of them approached the nest where I lay. At first he was alarmed on seeing me; then he began to upbraid me for trespassing on his property, for each of the merchants had his particular nest. Have patience, said I, for when you learn how I came to this place and what I have brought with me, you will rejoice. The Indians rushed the girls up the steep, thickly wooded ravine that formed the bank of the river. There they stopped for a moment and made it clear by signs that further resistance or failure to keep up with them would be punished by instant death. Then, taking a more leisurely pace, they struck off across country. Choking back their sobs, the girls followed their savage captors through woods and fields, cane-brakes and meadows. It was useless for the girls to think of trying to escape. They knew only too well the Indian custom of tomahawking captives who lagged behind on the march. But whenever it seemed safe to do so, they broke twigs, dragged their feet, or tore off bits of clothing, to mark the trail. High buildings came up close to the house on each side, and there was no yard at all. The windows had no glass in them, but there were shutters to keep out the cold, with small openings which let in the light through oiled linen or paper. On the lower floor was the shop where the weaving was done, with long counters in front on which the goods were displayed and sold to customers. The family lived over the shop. =Genoa was a seaport and to its wharves came ships from =China and =Japan and =India, or the =Indies, as people called these =Eastern countries. Like many other lads of =Genoa, =Columbus liked to play on the wharves and to watch the swarthy seamen unloading their precious cargoes of beautiful silks, fragrant spices, and rare gems. The shepherd would have given anything to be able to laugh, they looked so funny; but he dared not stop playing, for he knew well enough that the moment he stopped they would fall upon him and tear him to pieces. His eyes were of no use to him here, for he could not have stared ten wild boars in the face at once. So he kept on playing and the wild boars danced very slowly as if in a minuet. Then by degrees he played faster and faster, till they could hardly twist and turn quickly enough and ended by all falling over each other in a heap, quite exhausted and out of breath. Then the shepherd ventured to laugh at last. He laughed so long and so loud that when the lord chamberlain came early in them morning, expecting to find only his bones, the tears were still running down his cheeks from laughter. At dawn the search was renewed. But now the woodsmen found the trail blinded in every possible way. Sometimes it doubled back upon itself and seemed to lead nowhere. Sometimes the footprints had been carefully covered with leaves. Again the tracks led to a stream or rocks or a broad, fallen tree, and were there lost. But every now and then one of the searchers would discover a bit of cloth which showed them which way to go and cheered them with the knowledge that the girls had not yet given up hope. That day the little party on foot covered =thirty miles. Early next morning, after traveling a few miles more =Boone and his companions caught sight of a thin line of smoke rising into the air. They advanced cautiously and at last were near enough to see the Indians cooking buffalo meat for breakfast. Yes, said the dark man, I was there one day when the priest got a piece of paper sent him by the archbishop. And he opened that paper and looked at it and then at me and said, The bishop has sent word about your sister's trouble. And he explained everything to me from that paper that the archbishop had marked with black ink. He wrote a letter for me then to my sister. All the words that I said he wrote, so my sister knew what I wanted her to do. Now at last =Marash understood. Reading and writing were not just singing and embroidering slippers. Reading was knowing what somebody had thought who was hours and days away. Perhaps you might never see that somebody, but you could tell what he thought or what he wanted from the paper, just from the marks on the paper.