&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO. (1936) AMR9367T.ASC WORKING AND DREAMING 7TH GRADE by Ullin W. Leavell et al SOURCE: US Office of Education Historical Library Wash. DC. XEROX, SCAN EDIT BY DPH July 1, 1993 &&111 kindness with the whole family, so that they talked as freely together as if he belonged to their mountain brood. He was of a proud yet gentle spirit, haughty and reserved among the rich and great; but ever ready to stoop his head to the lowly cottage door, and be like a brother or a son at the poor man's fireside. In the household of the =Notch he found warmth and simplicity of feeling, the pervading intelligence of =New =England, and a poetry of native growth, which they had gathered when they little thought of it from the mountain peaks and chasms, and at the very threshold of their romantic and dangerous abode. He had traveled far and alone; his whole life, indeed, had been a solitary path; for with the lofty caution of his nature, he had kept himself apart from those who might otherwise have been his companions. The family, too, though so kind and hospitable, had that consciousness of unity among themselves and separation from the world at large, which, in every domestic circle, should still keep a holy place where no stranger may intrude. But this evening a prophetic sympathy impelled the youth to pour out his heart before the simple mountaineers, and caused them to answer him with the same free confidence. And thus it should have been. Is not the kindred of a common fate a closer tie than that of birth? We saw the half-buried oxen go, Shaking the snow from heads uptost, Their straining nostrils white with frost. Before our door the straggling train Drew up, an added team to gain. The elders threshed their hands a cold, Passed, with the cider-mug, their jokes From lip to lip; the younger folks Down the loose snow-banks, wrestling, rolled, Then toiled again the cavalcade Over windy hill, through clogged ravine, And woodland paths that wound between Low drooping pine-boughs winter-weighed. From every barn a team afoot, At every house a new recruit, Where, drawn by =Nature's subtlest law, Happily the watchful young men saw Sweet doorway pictures of the curls And curious eyes of merry girls, Lifting their hands in mock defense Against the snowball's compliments, And reading in each missive tost The charm with =Eden never lost. We heard once more the sleighbells sound; And, following where the teamsters led, The wise old =Doctor went his round, set foot beyond it. Wee =Willie =Winkie had once been read to, out of a big blue book, the history of the =Princess and the =Goblins, a most wonderful tale of a land where the =Goblins were always warring with the children of men until they were defeated by one =Curdie. Ever since that date it seemed to him that the bare black and purple hills across the river were inhabited by =Goblins and, in truth, everyone had said that there lived the =Bad =Men. Even in his own house the lower halves of the windows were covered with green paper on account of the =Bad =Men who might, if allowed clear view, fire into peaceful drawing rooms and comfortable bedrooms. Certainly, beyond the river, which was the end of all the =Earth, lived the =Bad =Men. And here was =Major =Allardyce's big girl, =Coppy's property, preparing to venture into their borders! What would =Coppy say if anything happened to her? If the =Goblins ran off with her as they did with =Curdie's =Princess? She must at all hazards be turned back. The house was still. Wee =Willie =Winkie reflected for a moment on the very terrible wrath of his father; and then, broke his arrest! It was a crime unspeakable. The low sun threw his shadow, very large and very black, on the trim garden paths, as he went down to the stables and ordered his pony. It seemed to pay for the apple. Martin stood and watched them as they went along talking to each other. When they were out of sight =Martin went back to the house. Having found his spectacles unbroken on the steps, he picked up his awl and sat down again to work. He worked a little, but soon could not see to pass the bristle through the holes in the leather; and presently he noticed the lamplighter passing on his way to light the street lamps. Seems it's time to light up, thought he. So he trimmed his lamp, hung it up, and sat down again to work. He finished off one boot and, turning it about, examined it. It was all right. Then he gathered his tools together, swept up the cuttings, put away the bristles and the thread and the awls and, taking down the lamp, placed it on the table. Then he took the =Bible from the shelf. He meant to open it at the place he had marked, but the book opened at another place. As =Martin opened it, he seemed to hear footsteps, as though someone were moving behind him. Martin turned round, and it seemed to him as if people were standing in the dark corner, but he could not make out who they were. And a voice whispered in his ear: =Martin, =Martin, don't you know me? Who is it? muttered =Martin. Coin collecting sounds expensive. The truth is that a good collection can be made without a great outlay of money. This can even include coins that were minted and passed from hand to hand by people who lived twenty centuries ago. No objects of antiquity are lower in price. Many a coin collection has started with an unusual piece of money that happened to be passed in change to someone who was interested enough to examine and keep it, and who set out to find other pieces to keep it company. A penny of early date, a bit of foreign silver that, undetected, has been used for a dime or a quarter, or a souvenir brought from a foreign country by a traveler, any such as these will make a starter. Even without patronizing a coin dealer, one can acquire numerous coins of interest. A good way is to start a collection of pennies of different dates, beginning with the present year and working back until you have one representing each year of the twentieth century. With time and patience, you could go much farther than that. You will notice that in =1909 the =Indian head was replaced by the head of =Lincoln A few of the =1909 =Lincoln pennies are of special Except for occasional trips to =Europe, the rest of his life was spent in this country: fifteen years in a =New =York studio on =36th =Street, and seven years in =Cornish, =New =Hampshire. In our search for the secret of his magic, for the life-giving power of his touch, we find it lay where most magic does lie, in hard work. If =Christopher =Columbus could come to earth and, standing outside a big, darkened building, should see it suddenly blaze with light, the touch of the electric button would seem to him a magic touch. But back of that touch lies a complex system of wires, and years of the work of many minds. Back of the living, speaking bronze of =Saint-Gaudens lay years of struggle for perfection. If his =Rock =Creek figure fills us with the sense of mystery, and the =Shaw =Memorial stirs with throbbing heroism, if the =Puritan strides before us almost comically confident, and his living =Lincoln looks down, patient under a mighty burden, it is all because the magic touch was given through numberless experiments by the hand, and out of the brain and heart of a devoted man. The joy of his touch came back in many ways; although, when his statues were unveiled, he tried to escape speech-making; and when he was asked if his life had satisfied him, he exclaimed in genuine mod The old lighthouse at =Sandy =Hook, just outside =New =York harbor, has also changed its nature. It has thrown away the human hand which used to guide its actions. The =Sandy =Hook lighthouse is now a mechanical thing that works like the meter in your basement. It is not as it was when it was built in the days before the =Revolutionary =War. The money for it was raised in a village called =New =York. It was raised by means of a lottery which was organized for the purpose and would now be against the law. The =eighty-five-foot-high, eight-sided tower still stands today and still carries its beacon. It is the oldest lighthouse in the =United =States that is still in operation. But it now works by machinery. =Navesink =Light, four miles farther down the coast, a highly organized station with keepers, quite outclasses it. The ancient keeper who looked after the =Sandy =Hook light died not long ago and the government thought it a good time to install automatic machinery. At =Cape =Henlopen, at the entrance of =Delaware =Bay, farther down the coast, is =Henlopen =Light. It is also an eight-sided tower and was built with lottery money. It was put there in =1767 and is sturdy and handsome to this day. But a breakwater has been pushed out into the bay and the spider type of man at my side, who had been doing some inspecting through a knothole in the high fence. You got a job there? he asked, glancing at my pail. I told him I had been promised work and had been ordered to report. You're lucky to get a job, and you want to freeze on to it. Jobs ain't to be any too plentiful this winter, and if this war stops, good night! I've been coming here every morning for two weeks, but I can't get took. I reckon I'm kind of small for most of the work in there. He began to kick his muddy shoes against the fence and to blow upon his hands. Winter's coming, he sighed. A whistle blew, a gate swung open, and a mob of men poured out into the street, the night shift going off duty. Their faces looked haggard and deathly pale in the sickly glare of the pale blue arcs above us. Nightwork's no good, said the small man at my side. But you got to do it if you're going to work in the mills. A man with a =Turkish towel thrown loosely about his neck came out of the gate and looked critically at the job hunters. He came up to me. What's your name? he demanded. I told him. Come on! he grunted. We stopped before the uniformed guard, who wrote commoners. The very fact of their being in a school with =hundreds of other boys is a sign of the times. The crown princes of =Belgium and =Norway have carved simply =Leopold and =Olaf beside =England's own =Henry, third son of the present =King =George =V, and =Arthur of =Connaught, cousin of the =King. One of the great institutions of =Eton, from the boys standpoint at least, is the sock shop. You will know at once what it is when you learn that =Eton boys visit it between classes to buy sweets, soft drinks, pickles, sandwiches, and sausages. They crowd around the counter sometimes three or four deep, clamoring for such a mixture of food that one wonders how even a husky boy can enjoy it and survive. American boys would be familiar with the procedure in the sock shop, but they would be astonished at the dress of the =Eton boys, a costume which practically amounts to a uniform. Over a =hundred years ago young =English boys and men wore long tight trousers and coats cut squarely away in front with long tails in the back. The high silk hat came into its own just about one =hundred years ago, and was worn with this costume. Boys wore wide white collars, sometimes edged with lace. Later on, the lace was left off, and the collars were starched. Men wore The pouring operation is scheduled to start today at =8'00 =AM, =December =2, =1934. It will continue for a single period, or during a series of periods, during which =forty tons of molten glass will be taken out of the fumace and twenty tons will be poured into the mold. The pouring may be completed on the first pouring day or it may continue on subsequent days. The continuity of the pouring will be governed by decision of the glass technologists in charge, who will be guided by the condition of the glass melt from hour to hour. In a great tank furnace, the size of a small hall, the glass for the world's newest eye is brought forth by one of the oldest arts of the fire, glassmaking. Night and day the great furnace is bright in the white-hot glow of its battery of blast torches. Unceasingly, at regular intervals, the necessary raw ingredients have been fed into it, in the bright light of the charging port, which is at the rear. Inside the great furnace, the red-hot glass, glowing like a volcanic lake, grows deeper. In transferring the glass from the tank to the mold, the molten glass is removed by ladles which consist of something like a cannibal's caldron, at the end of a twenty-foot handle. The hemispherical caldron and its handle comprise what is known as the ladle. &&000 BOBBS-MERRILL READERS (1929) 7TH GRADE BOB9297T.ASC by Clara D Baker et al Source: US Office of Educ Wash. DC Historical Library xerox scan edit by DPH July 2, 1993 &&111 gay light-blue coat and white underclothes, screaming and chattering, nodding and bobbing and bowing, and pretending to be on good terms with every songster of the grove. As =Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. On all sides he beheld vast store of apples; some hanging in oppressive opulence on the trees; some gathered into baskets and barrels for the market; others heaped up in rich piles for the cider-press. Farther on he beheld great fields of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty pudding; and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies; and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields, breathing the odor of the beehive, and as he beheld them, soft anticipations stole over his mind of dainty slapjacks, well buttered and garnished with honey or treacle, by the delicate little dimpled hand of =Katrina =Van =D =Tassel. Thus feeding his mind with many sweet thoughts and sugared suppositions, he journeyed along the sides of a range of hills which look out upon some of the goodliest scenes of the mighty =Hudson. The sun gradually wheeled his broad disk down into the west. The wide bosom of the =Tappan =Zee lay motionless and glassy, excepting that here and there a gentle undulation waved and prolonged the blue shadow of the distant mountain. A few amber clouds floated in the sky, without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven. A slanting ray lingered on the woody crests of the precipices that overhung some parts of the river, giving greater depth to the dark-gray and purple of time, and whose countenance, in manhood, should bear an exact resemblance to the =Great =Stone =Face. Oh mother, dear mother! cried =Ernest, clapping his hands above his head, I do hope that I shall live to see him ! His mother was an affectionate and thoughtful woman, and felt that it was wisest not to discourage the hopes of her little boy. She only said to him, =Perhaps you may. And =Ernest never forgot the story that his mother told him. It was always in his mind whenever he looked upon the =Great =Stone =Face. He spent his childhood in the log cottage where he was born, and was dutiful to his mother, and helpful to her in many things, assisting her much with his little hands, and more with his loving heart. In this manner, from a happy yet thoughtful child, he grew to be a mild, quiet, modest boy, sun-browned with labors in the fields, but with more intelligence in his face than is seen in many lads who have been taught at famous schools. Yet =Ernest had had no teacher, save only that the =Great =Stone =Face became one to him. When the toil of the day was over, he would gaze at it for hours, until he began to imagine that those vast features recognized him, and gave him a smile of kindness and encouragement in response to his own look of veneration. We must not take upon us to affirm that this was a mistake, although the =Face may have looked no more kindly at =Ernest than at all the world besides. For the secret was that the boy's tender simplicity discerned what other people could not see; and thus, the love, which was meant for all, became his alone. About this time, there went a rumor throughout the valley that the great man, foretold from ages long ago, who was to bear a resemblance to the =Great =Stone =Face, had appeared at last. It seems that, many years before, a young man had maddened dogs. But =Smoke had studied out that portion of the trail, and now marked the tall pine on the bank that showed faintly in the light of the many fires. Below that pine was not merely darkness, but an abrupt cessation of the smooth stretch. There the trail, he knew, narrowed to a single-sled width. Leaning out ahead, he caught the haulrope and drew his leaping sled up to the wheeldog. He caught the animal by the hind legs and threw it. With a snarl of rage it tried to slash him with its fangs, but was odragged on by the rest of the team. Its body proved an efficient brake and the two other teams, still abreast, dashed ahead into the darkness for the narrow way. Smoke heard the crash and uproar of their collision, released his wheeler sprang to the =gee-pole, and, urged his team sto the right into the soft snow where the straining animals wallowed to their necks. It was exhausting work, but he won by the tangled teams and gained the hard-packed trail beyond. On the relay out of =Sixty =Mile, =Smoke had next to his poorest team, and though the going was good, he had set it a short fifteen miles. Two more teams would bring him into =Dawson and to the gold-recorder's office, and =Smoke had selected his best animals for the last two stretches. Sitka =Charley himself waited with the eight =Malemutes that would jerk =Smoke along for twenty miles, and for the finish, with a fifteen-mile run, was his own team, the team he had had all winter and which had been with him in the search for =Surprise =Lake. The two men he had left entangled at =Sixty =Mile failed to overtake him, and, on the other hand, his team failed to overtake any of the three that still led. His animals were willing, though they lacked stamina and speed, and little urging was needed.to keep them jumping into it at their best. There was nothing for =Smoke to do but to lie face telescopic eyes. But one, at least, of the globules escaped their curiosity, else this story would not be worth telling. The sun shone down on it through the clear water, and the ripples of the =Cowlitz passed over it many days, and in =6it at last awoke a living being. It was a fish,, a curious little fellow, not half an inch long, with great, staring eyes, which made almost half his length, and with a body so transparent that he could not cast a shadow, I =EIe was a little fialmon, a very little salmon; but the water was good, and to large to be swallowed, they began to grow restless. They saw that the water rushing by seemed to be in a great hurry to get somewhere, and it was somehow suggested that its hurry was caused by something good to eat at the other end of its course. When they all started down the stream, ffalmon. fashion,, which fashion is to get into the current, head up stream; and thus to drift backward as the river sweeps along. Down the =Cowlitz =River the salmon went for a day and a night, finding much to interest them which we need not know. At last they began to grow hungry; and coming near the shore, they saw an angle-worm of rare size and beauty floating in an eddy of the stream. Quick as thought, one them opened his mouth, which was well filled with teeth of For half an hour the battle raged fiercely, at the end of which time the rhinoceros was red with his own blood. Yet the hardy brute acted constantly on the offensive, charging the snarling panthers right and left, and chasing them frantically round and round. Till now the battle looked entirely favorable for the panthers. Their luck turned, however, very shortly, for the rhinoceros managed to pin the male panther to the ground with his foot, and spit him like a trussed turkey with his horn. The impaled animal bit and clawed furiously at the rhinoceros's head, every stroke causing a ghastly wound. But his doom was sealed: the rhinoceros drove his terrible horn right on through his body, and then, tossing him over his back, turned his attention to the other. Badly crippled, the mother panther could hardly keep out of his way, although the rhinoceros was now becoming so weak from loss of blood that his attacks were but clumsy staggerings. Unable to avoid them, however, the panther was obliged to fight the best she could in self-defense, coat as would enable him to pass the night with what comfort circumstances would admit, when he espied a light glimmering through the trees. Animated with the hope of better lodgings, he determined to proceed. The way, which s was sometimes steep, became attended with some obstacles the farther he went, the =60il being composed of clay, which the rain had rendered so soft that his feet slipped at every step. By the utmost perseverance this difficulty was finally overcome without any accident, and he had the pleasure of finding himself in front of a decent-looking farmhouse. The watch-dog began barking, and brought the owner of the mansion to the door. Who is there? said he. A friend who has lost his way, and is in search of a place of shelter was the answer. Come in, sir, added the speaker, and whatever the house will afford, you shall have with welcome. I must provide for the weary companion of my journey, remarked the traveler. But the farmer undertook the task. After conducting the newcomer into a room where his wife was seated, he led the horse to a well-stored barn, and there provided for him most bountifully. On rejoining the traveler, he observed, That is a noble animal you have, sir. Yes, was the reply, and I am sorry that I am obliged to misuse him, and to give you so much trouble with the care of him; but I have yet to thank you for your kindness to us both. I do no more than my duty, sir, said the host, and, therefore, am entitled to no thanks. But, =Susan, added he, turning to the hostess, will you not give the gentleman something to eat? Fear had prevented the good woman from exercising her well-known benevolence; for a robbery had been committed IMMEDIATELY after the declaration of the =War of =1812, with =England, =Elbert =Anderson, a contractor of provisions to supply the army of the =United =States, visited =Troy, on the =Hudson, where he purchased a large quantity of beef and pork. The inspectors of these articles at that place were =Messrs. Ebenezer and =Samuel =Wilson. The latter gentleman, known as Uncle =Sam, generally superintended, in person, a large number of workmen, who were employed in overhauling the provisions purchased by the contractor for the army. The casks were marked =xx . This work of marking fell to the lot of a facetious fellow in the employ of the =Messrs. Wilson, who, on being asked by some of his fellow-workmen the meaning of the mark for the letters =US for the =United =States were entirely new to them , said that he did not know, unless it meant =Elbert =Anderson and Uncle =Sam ; meaning by Uncle =Sam simply =Samuel =Wilson. day, he saved a little of his meager fare for the stork. And when the time of parting from the bird was approaching, a sudden thought came to =Conrad. Might not the stork fly into the =Norwegian village? Might he not be a messenger to bring tidings concerning him to his mother at home? Quickly he wrote upon a small slip of paper what had befallen him, where he now was and that he was held as a slave. This slip he bound to one of the stork's legs, and, with fond hope in his heart, took leave of his departing friend. At her lonely home the widow had long been looking for the storks to return. When they came at last, in large flocks, also her favorite immediately put in his appearance to be fed from her hand. Lo, what strange thing, was that his leg! She untied it eagerly, and with great astonishment recognized a message from her son, =Conrad was alive, but he was a slave ! She hurried to her pastor with the note. The whole congregation showed the deepest sympathy; large love-gifts were immediately contributed to ransom the unhappy lad; the king's intercession and mediation were requested, and so facilitated the difficult affair that, even before =Long-shanks again went south, the lost son returned to his native village and to his unspeakably happy mother. In this village a stork is pictured on the church and on many houses, and when travelers ask for an explaration of the circumstance, the villagers tell this story. CHRISTMAS =AT- =BLACK =ROCK This story is taken from =Black =Rock, a highly interesting tale of a lumber camp in the =Canadian =Northwest. The place is far from civilization, and as the crowning event of a day of games a four-horse race with sleds has been arranged. The chief characters mentioned i~ the event are Mr =Craig, a preacher; =Nixon, who was to drive one of the teams; =Sandy =McNaughton, a =Scotchman; and =Baptiste, a =FrenchCanadian, who devotedly attached to =Sandy. Intense rivalry exists between a group of visiting miners and the lumbermen of the camp. THE great event of the day was to be the four-horse race, for which three teams were entered, one from the mines driven by =Ni~on, =Craig's friend, a citizens team, and =Sandy's. The race was really between the miners team and that from the woods, for the citizens team, though made up of speedy horses, had not been driven much together and knew neither their driver nor each other. In the miners team were four bays, very powerful, a trifle heavy perhaps, but well matched, perfectly trained, and perfectly handled by their driver. Sandy had his long, rangy roans, and for leaders a pair of half-broken pinto bronchos. The pintos, caught the summer before upon the =Alberta prairies, were fleet as deer, but wicked and uncertain. They were =Baptiste's special care and pride. If they would only run straight there was little doubt that they would carry the roans and themselves to glory; but one could not tell the moment they might bolt or kick things to pieces. Being the only non-partisan in the crowd, I was asked to referee. The race was about half a mile and return, the first and last quarters being upon the ice. The course, after leaving the ice, led up from the river by a long, easy slope While the schoolmaster was uttering these and other impatient cries, =Nicholas had time to observe that the school was a long, cold-looking house, only one story high with a few straggling outbuildings behind, and a barn and stable adjoining. Presently a tall, lean boy, with a lantern his hand, issued forth. Mr =Squeers had dismounted, and after ordering the boy, whom he called =Smike, to see to the pony, and to take care that he hadn't any more corn that night, he told =Nicholas to wait at the front door a minute while he went round and let him in. A host of unpleasant misgivings, which had been crowding upon =Nicholas during the whole journey, thronged into his mind. His great distance from home, and the impossibility of reaching it, except on foot, should he feel ever so anxious, presented itself to him in most alarming colors; and as he looked up at the dreary house and dark windows, and upon the wild country round, covered with snow, he Number one seized the mug ravenously, and had just drunk enough to make him wish for more, when Mr =Squees gave the signal for number two, who gave up at the same interesting moment to number three; and the process was repeated until the milk and water terminated with number five. And now, said the schoolmaster, dividing the bread and butter for three into as many portions as there were children, you had better look sharp with your breakfast, first first and now, was, and is, to hold, as twere, the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theater of others. Oh, there be players, that =I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, that neither having the accent of =Christians, nor the gait of =Christian, pagan, or man, have so strutted and bellowed, that =I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well,, they imitated humanity so abominably. Sincerity the =Soul of =Eloquence =How shall we learn to sway the minds of men =By eloquence?, to rule them, or persuade?, =Do you seek genuine and worthy fame? Reason and honest feeling want no arts =Of utterance, ask no toil of elocution! And, when you speak in earnest, do you need =A search for words? Oh! these fine holiday phrases, =In which you robe your worn-out commonplaces, =These scraps of paper which you crimp and curl =And twist into a =thousand idle shapes, =These filigree ornaments, are good for nothing,, was completed in subsequent tours of =Europe, and in his studies of medieval literature. He is =American's best loved poet. Sometimes the question arises, =How could he seem to see the light so clearly and not follow it all the way? It is among the mysteries kept for the =Life =Beyond- =Katherine =E. Conway "=The =Christian =Faith is a grand cathedral, with di vinely pictured windows. Standing without, you see no glory, nor can possibly imagine any; standing within, every ray of light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendor." =Hawthorne =There's a divinity that shapes our ends, =Rough hew them how we will. Shakespeare =Sword and =Scimiter =Saladin led the way to a splendid pavilion where was everything that royal luxury could devise. DeVaux, who was in attendance, then removed the long riding cloak which =Richard wore, and he stood before =Saladin in the close dress which showed to advantage the strength and symmetry of his person, while it bore a strong contrast to the flowing robes which disguised the thin frame of the =Eastern monarch. It was =Richard's two-handed sword that chiefly attracted the attention of the =Saracen,, a broad, straight blade, the seemingly unwieldy length of which extended well-nigh from the shoulder to the heel of the wearer. "Had =I not," said =Saladin, "seen this brand flaming in the front of battle, =I had scarce believed that human =O =Flower of =Chivalry! O =Southern =Youth! Inheritors of =Freedom, =Faith and =Truth! Children of =Catholic =Pilgrims, called to be =The scions of most noble ancestry, =Yours is the happy destiny to tread =In the blest footprints of your glorious =Dead. Eleanor =C. Donnelly =The =Flag and the =Cross =Lift up the flag; yes, set it high beside yon gleaming =Cross, =Close to the standard of the cause that never shall know loss. Lift praising voice, lift pledging hand; the world must hear and see =The soldiers of the =Cross of =Christ most loyal, dear flag, to thee. But wherefore speak of loyalty? Who fears a watching world? When have we flinched or fled from thee since first thou wert unfurled? Carroll and =Moylan spake for us, and =Barry on the seas, =And a third of thy sturdy cradle guard, no =Arnold among these. And yet they call us aliens, and yet they doubt our faith,, =The men who stood not with our hosts when test of faith was death; =Who never shed a drop of blood when ours was shed like rain, =That not a star should fall from thee nor thy great glory wane. the horse, too plainly assured the peddler of the emer gency of his danger. He was nearly exhausted, and his fate no longer seemed doubtful. "Stop, or die !" was uttered above his head, in fearful proximity to his ears. Harvey stole a glance over his shoulder, and saw, within a bound of him, the man he most dreaded. By the light of the stars he beheld the uplifted arm and the threatening saber. Fear, exhaustion, and despair seized his heart, and the intended victim suddenly fell at the feet of the dragoon. The horse of =Lawton struck the prostrate peddler, and both steed and rider came violently to the earth. As quick as thought =Birch was on his feet again, with the sword of the discomfited dragoon in his hand.Venge ance seems but too natural to human passions. There are few who have not felt the seductive pleasure of making our injuries recoil on their authors; and yet there are some who know how much sweeter it is to return good for evil. All the wrongs of the peddler shone on his brain with a dazzling brightness. For a moment the demon within him prevailed, and =Birch brandished the powerful weapon in the air; in the next, it fell harmless on the reviving but helpless trooper; and the peddler vanished up the side of the friendly rock. "Help =Captain =Lawton there!" cried =Mason, as he rode up, followed by a dozen of his men; "and some of you dismount with me, and search these rocks; the villain lies here concealed." "=Hold!" roared the discomfited =Captain, raising him self with difflculty to his feet; "if one of you dismounts, =And =I laugh to see them whirl and flee, =Like a swarm of golden bees, =When =I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, =Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, =Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, =As each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, =And the moon's with a girdle of pearl; =The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, =When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, =Over a torrent sea, =Sunbeam-proof, =I hang like a roof, =The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which =I march =With hurricane, fire, and snow, =When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, =Is the =million-colored bow; =The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, =While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, =And the nursling of the sky; =I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; =I change, but =I cannot die. For, after the rain, when, with never a stain, =The pavilion of heaven is bare, =And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, =Build up the blue dome of air, =The good mate said: "=Now must we pray, =For, lo! the very stars are gone. Brave =Admiral, speak; what shall =I say?" "=Whyj say: Sail on! sail on! sail on!" "=My men grow mutinous day by day; =My men grow ghastly wan, and weak." =The stout mate thought of home; a spray =Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall =I say, brave =Admiral, say, =If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "=Why, you shall say at break of day: Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" =They sailed and sailed as winds might blow, =Until at last the blanched mate said: "=Why, now, not even =God would know =Should =I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, =For =God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave =Admiral, speak and say, " =He said: "=Sail on! sail on! and on!" =They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "=This mad sea shows his teeth to-night; =He curls his lips, he lies in wait, =With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave =Admiral, say but one good word; =What shall we do when hope is gone?" =The words leaped as a leaping sword: "=Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" chase candle or oil; in winter time it was rarely that =I could get any evening light but that of the fire, and only my turn even of that. "Think not lightly of the farthing that =I had to give, now and then, for ink, pen, or paper. That farthing was, alas! a great sum to me: =I was as tall as =I am now; =I had great health and great exercise. The whole of the money, not expended for us at market, was two-pence a week for each man. I remember, and well =I may, that upon one occasion =I, after all absolutely necessary ex penses, had, on a =Friday, made shift to have a halfpenny in reserve, which =I had destined for the purchase of a red herring in the morning; but when =I pulled off my clothes at night, so hungry then as to hardly be able to endure life, =I found that =I had lost my halfpenny! I buried my head under the miserable sheet and rug, and cried like a child! "And again =I say, if =I, under circumstances like these, could encounter and overcome this task, is there, can there be, in the whole world a youth to find an excuse for nonperformance?" =Sir =John =Lubbock c g au dac'i ty, daring spirit, resolution. made shift, managed. Pie tro de =Medici med e che , ruler of the =Republic of =Florence; born =1471, died =1503. He was the eldest son of =Lorenzo, surnamed =The =Magnificent, who was born in =1448 and died =1492. The family of the =Medici were famous patrons of art and literature. shores. His race and religion were despised. He had very little education, no money, and no powerful friends. He began as a day-laborer in the fields and on the road side. Almost without friends he succeeded; he persisted. He had formed a purpose and he would realize it. He studied; he prayed. With =God and manly courage he conquered every difflculty. He had the faith, the valor, the irrepressibility, and the piety of the old =Irish race. His piety led him into the sanctuary; but if he had not become a priest, there was material in him to make a great general, a great lawyer, a great politician, or a great statesman. If he had not become a bishop, he would have ranked in another career with other distinguished men of his race, with =General =Sheridan, =Marshal =Nugent, =Count =Taafe, =O'Connell, =O'Donnell, or =O'Conor. He was physically as brave and as daring as the gallant soldier who made the wonderful ride down the =Shenandoah valley. Had he lived in the =Middle =Ages he would have probably been made =Pope, and ranked with =Gregory =VII or =Alexander =III. He would never have yielded to the despotism of a king or to the violence of a mob. The mob might kill him, but he would die with his face to the foe. He would not have been merely passive in a fight; his courage was active and aggressive. If the "=Know-Nothings" had dared to carry out their threats, the archbishop himself would have planned and led the defense of his people and of his =Church. He would never be found in the rear of a battle. Withwhat a soldier's eye he followed the fights of the =Civil =War, and with what =Napoleonic spirits and their hopes. So once more we understand that no prayer is ever lost, ever unheard, although =God's answer may be different from what we hope and expect. Facts such as these, that help us to realize the ever present, living, all-powerful love of our =Blessed =Mother, come in times of doubt and darkness as messengers of hope. It is good, when the burden of life presses most heavily, when uncertainty as to the future and regrets concerning the past damp our courage, to feel the close presence of an invisible, supernatural, but very real power; an influence not only powerful but loving; a hand strong but motherly, stretched out to help, to cure, and to save. The =Blessed =Lady of =Lourdes, in her mountain shrine, has given health and strength to countless sufferers; but she is still more prodigal of even greater though invisible gifts,, gifts of light, strength, and comfort, that go far to carry the weary pilgrim over the rough and stony places of life. From "=The =Ave =Maria." =Countess de =Courson =Words for =Study: trite, ten'sion, turquoise', priv'i leged, =Ba sil'i ca, e ma'ci a ted, li tur'gic al ~l kal , =Phoe nic'i an, in de scrib'a ble, au then ti ca'tion. liturgical, pertaining to liturgy. The word liturgy means a public work or service. It is now exclusively applied to the form of ritual or public worship in the =Church. What is a miracle? Who is the "=Wonder-Worker of =Galilee?" =Name some of the "=Wonders" =He wrought. What is the =Magnificat? Give the history of its origin. Recite it. &&000 LA SALLE BUREAU (1928) LAS9287T.ASC 8TH GRADE OF THE SAME SERIES WAS PUBLISHED BY MENTZLER & BUSH Source: US Office of Educ Historical Library Wash. DC xeroxed, scaneed and edited by DPH July 1, 1993 &&111 first and now, was, and is, to hold, as it were, the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, overweigh a whole theater of others. Oh, there be players, that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, that neither having the accent of =Christians, nor the gait of =Christian, pagan, or man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Sincerity the =Soul of =Eloquence How shall we learn to sway the minds of men By eloquence?, to rule them, or persuade?, Do you seek genuine and worthy fame? Reason and honest feeling want no arts Of utterance, ask no toil of elocution! And, when you speak in earnest, do you need A search for words? Oh! these fine holiday phrases, In which you robe your worn-out commonplaces, These scraps of paper which you crimp and curl And twist into a =thousand idle shapes, These filigree ornaments, are good for nothing,, was completed in subsequent tours of =Europe, and in his studies of medieval literature. He is =American's best loved poet. Sometimes the question arises, How could he seem to see the light so clearly and not follow it all the way? It is among the mysteries kept for the =Life Beyond The =Christian =Faith is a grand cathedral, with divinely pictured windows. Standing without, you see no glory, nor can possibly imagine any; standing within, every ray of light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendor. There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough hew them how we will. =Shakespeare Sword and Scimiter =Saladin led the way to a splendid pavilion where was everything that royal luxury could devise. =DeVaux, who was in attendance, then removed the long riding cloak which =Richard wore, and he stood before =Saladin in the close dress which showed to advantage the strength and symmetry of his person, while it bore a strong contrast to the flowing robes which disguised the thin frame of the =Eastern monarch. It was =Richard's two-handed sword that chiefly attracted the attention of the =Saracen,, a broad, straight blade, the seemingly unwieldy length of which extended well-nigh from the shoulder to the heel of the wearer. Had I not, said =Saladin, seen this brand flaming in the front of battle, I had scarce believed that human Oh =Flower of =Chivalry! Oh =Southern =Youth! Inheritors of =Freedom, =Faith and =Truth! Children of =Catholic =Pilgrims, called to be The scions of most noble ancestry, Yours is the happy destiny to tread In the blest footprints of your glorious =Dead. The =Flag and the =Cross Lift up the flag; yes, set it high beside yon gleaming Cross, Close to the standard of the cause that never shall know loss. Lift praising voice, lift pledging hand; the world must hear and see The soldiers of the =Cross of =Christ most loyal, dear flag, to thee. But wherefore speak of loyalty? Who fears a watching world? When have we flinched or fled from thee since first you are unfurled? =Carroll and =Moylan spoke for us, and =Barry on the seas, And a third of thy sturdy cradle guard, no =Arnold among these. And yet they call us aliens, and yet they doubt our faith, The men who stood not with our hosts when test of faith was death; Who never shed a drop of blood when ours was shed like rain, That not a star should fall from thee nor thy great glory wane. the horse, too plainly assured the peddler of the emergency of his danger. He was nearly exhausted, and his fate no longer seemed doubtful. Stop, or die ! was uttered above his head, in fearful proximity to his ears. Harvey stole a glance over his shoulder, and saw, within a bound of him, the man he most dreaded. By the light of the stars he beheld the uplifted arm and the threatening saber. Fear, exhaustion, and despair seized his heart, and the intended victim suddenly fell at the feet of the dragoon. The horse of =Lawton struck the prostrate peddler, and both steed and rider came violently to the earth. As quick as thought =Birch was on his feet again, with the sword of the discomfited dragoon in his hand. Vengeance seems but too natural to human passions. There are few who have not felt the seductive pleasure of making our injuries recoil on their authors; and yet there are some who know how much sweeter it is to return good for evil. All the wrongs of the peddler shone on his brain with a dazzling brightness. For a moment the demon within him prevailed, and =Birch brandished the powerful weapon in the air; in the next, it fell harmless on the reviving but helpless trooper; and the peddler vanished up the side of the friendly rock. Help =Captain =Lawton there! cried =Mason, as he rode up, followed by a dozen of his men; and some of you dismount with me, and search these rocks; the villain lies here concealed. Hold! roared the discomfited =Captain, raising himself with difficulty to his feet; if one of you dismounts, And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, As each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the =million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For, after the rain, when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, The good mate said: =Now must we pray, For, lo! the very stars are gone. Brave =Admiral, speak; what shall I say? Why I say: Sail on! sail on! sail on! My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan, and weak. The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. What shall I say, brave =Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn? Why, you shall say at break of day: Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! They sailed and sailed as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: Why, now, not even =God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For =God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave =Admiral, speak and say, He said: =Sail on! sail on! and on! They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: This mad sea shows his teeth tonight; He curls his lips, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave =Admiral, say but one good word; What shall we do when hope is gone? The words leaped as a leaping sword: Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! chase candle or oil; in winter time it was rarely that I could get any evening light but that of the fire, and only my turn even of that. Think not lightly of the farthing that I had to give, now and then, for ink, pen, or paper. That farthing was, alas! a great sum to me: I was as tall as I am now; I had great health and great exercise. The whole of the money, not expended for us at market, was two-pence a week for each man. I remember, and well I may, that upon one occasion I, after all absolutely necessary expenses, had, on a =Friday, made shift to have a halfpenny in reserve, which I had destined for the purchase of a red herring in the morning; but when I pulled off my clothes at night, so hungry then as to hardly be able to endure life, I found that I had lost my halfpenny! I buried my head under the miserable sheet and rug, and cried like a child! And again I say, if I, under circumstances like these, could encounter and overcome this task, is there, can there be, in the whole world a youth to find an excuse for nonperformance? =Sir =John =Lubbock audacity, daring spirit, resolution. made shift, managed. =PietrodeMedici , ruler of the =Republic of =Florence; born =1471, died =1503. He was the eldest son of =Lorenzo, surnamed =The =Magnificent, who was born in =1448 and died =1492. The family of the =Medici were famous patrons of art and literature. shores. His race and religion were despised. He had very little education, no money, and no powerful friends. He began as a day-laborer in the fields and on the roadside. Almost without friends he succeeded; he persisted. He had formed a purpose and he would realize it. He studied; he prayed. With =God and manly courage he conquered every difflculty. He had the faith, the valor, the irrepressibility, and the piety of the old Irish race. His piety led him into the sanctuary; but if he had not become a priest, there was material in him to make a great general, a great lawyer, a great politician, or a great statesman. If he had not become a bishop, he would have ranked in another career with other distinguished men of his race, with =General =Sheridan, =Marshal =Nugent, =Count =Taafe, =O'Connell, =O'Donnell, or =O'Conor. He was physically as brave and as daring as the gallant soldier who made the wonderful ride down the =Shenandoah valley. Had he lived in the =Middle =Ages he would have probably been made =Pope, and ranked with =Gregory =VII or =Alexander III. He would never have yielded to the despotism of a king or to the violence of a mob. The mob might kill him, but he would die with his face to the foe. He would not have been merely passive in a fight; his courage was active and aggressive. If the =Know-Nothings had dared to carry out their threats, the archbishop himself would have planned and led the defense of his people and of his =Church. He would never be found in the rear of a battle. Withwhat a soldier's eye he followed the fights of the =Civil =War, and with what =Napoleonic spirits and their hopes. So once more we understand that no prayer is ever lost, ever unheard, although =God's answer may be different from what we hope and expect. Facts such as these, that help us to realize the everpresent, living, all-powerful love of our =Blessed =Mother, come in times of doubt and darkness as messengers of hope. It is good, when the burden of life presses most heavily, when uncertainty as to the future and regrets concerning the past damp our courage, to feel the close presence of an invisible, supernatural, but very real power; an influence not only powerful but loving; a hand strong but motherly, stretched out to help, to cure, and to save. The =Blessed =Lady of =Lourdes, in her mountain shrine, has given health and strength to countless sufferers; but she is still more prodigal of even greater though invisible gifts,, gifts of light, strength, and comfort, that go far to carry the weary pilgrim over the rough and stony places of life. liturgical, pertaining to liturgy. The word liturgy means a public work or service. It is now exclusively applied to the form of ritual or public worship in the =Church. What is a miracle? Who is the =Wonder-Worker of =Galilee? =Name some of the =Wonders =He wrought. What is the =Magnificat? Give the history of its origin. Recite it. &&000 MACMILLAN (1929) 7th grade MAC9297T.ASC REAL LIFE STORIES by W. W. Theisen et al Source: US Office of Education Washington DC Historical Library XEROXED SCANNED AND EDITED BY DPH July 1, 1993 &&111 action is common with the black bears. As a rule the grizzly comes charging confidently up to the garbage, sure that the average black bear will give way and that other grizzlies, if present, will receive him without hostilities. The incoming grizzly is allowed to eat at once, and is so generally peaceful that I have seen as many as ten eating at the same time and facing in all directions, as if trustful that no one would forget his manners so easily as to launch an unprovoked attack. The greatest provoker of trouble with bears is, unfortunately, our own attitude toward them. Although the practice is now forbidden by the rules and regulations, some of our visitors do not realize their danger in feeding bears from their fingers. For a time, particularly if the bear is young, there is no special harm in this. But every black bear is quick tempered, and his anger and treachery may develop into towering passions for no reason at all that we can see. Since he has been so often fed by humans, he has lost all fear of them. So when those disturbing passions begin to work, the bear will take it out on whoever is nearest. In order to be sure we are not then within reach, we had better keep away from bears altogether. The bear will not respect a friend; he will not remember that person's former kindness, nor will he give warning, but will strike so quickly, so strongly, and so treacherously that one has no time, no chance to get away. The records show that dozens of people in the =Yellowstone are hurt just this way each season; and yet even the black bears are normally good-natured and do not molest people who keep from bothering them. and began working through the water toward the stern of the ship. The water was full of sharks, two of them swam slowly beside him as he made his way, but he continued until he reached the ship's rudder. Up this he clambered, and then passed in through the cabin portholes. Though it was perfectly dark in the cabin, =Clough found two cutlasses and two muskets. These he loaded, and leaned against the bulkhead beside the stairway leading to the deck. Then he found a shot-gun, and was loading it when he heard a native coming down. Running to the foot of the steps, =Clough picked up a cutlass and plunged it into the body of the native; but as he drew it forth to give another lunge, the native grabbed it. A struggle ensued, but the native got a hold on the sword and cut =Clough's right hand so severely as to disable it. Then the native fell exhausted . Two of the savages were yet to be dealt with, however, and one of them soon came to the head of the stairs leading down into the cabin. Looking up, =Clough could see dimly that the native had a cutting spade poised. Hastily seizing a musket from the floor, =Clough with his left hand and right forearm got it pointed up the stairs and pulled the trigger. The native fell, dead, down the stairs, but the spade came with him, and its edge struck =Clough's left arm in the thick muscle above the elbow. =Clough now hurried to the cabin windows and called for help, telling the mate that only one of the savages was yet alive, and explaining the nature of the wound that the cutting spade had inflicted. To this appeal, give him the strength to do the right thing. I won't tie his hands. He is our first-born. The =Indians will think you have not the courage to go yourself, replied the mother. If he should not return? Wife, there are no cowards in our family. Our son is the only hope. If I carry this flag of truce and am slain, =God alone knows what will follow. The boy must go. It would be worse than cowardice for me to select another. The =Indians will respect his bravery. Son ? The pioneer looked into the eyes of his offspring for an answer. Yes, =Father. I am ready, was the firm response. The mother caught him to her breast, sobbed, and consigning him to the care of =God, kissed him on the lips. But the father of that boy, merely holding out his hand man-fashion, said good-by, handed his son a strip of white cloth, and pushed him gently from the barricade into the open. The other members of the party spoke their farewells as the boy walked away; but not once did he look back to his loved ones or falter in his march to the camp of the enemy. He crossed the open space with the white flag lifted high over his head, and arrived among the besiegers, who received him with an invitation to sit down and powwow. What do you want? he asked. An =Indian who understood the question pointed to a horse and held up ten fingers. The boy frowned and seated himself stubbornly, shaking his head at intervals. The chief of the raiders said something to one =Kimball hurried toward the dog. The frenzied commotion in the water put panic into his breast. As he came to the spot where the dog was alternately coming up for breath and going under again, =Kimball saw the animal struggling with might and main just under the water. As he burst to the surface again, he held in his teeth a large piece of red cloth. =Beatrice had been dressed in red. That was enough. =Kimball plunged into the water and struck out toward the struggling, exhausted dog. Before he had reached the spot, however, the body of =Beatrice came to the surface. Ricardo struck out for it, seized it, and strove to make his way with his burden to the bank. The collie had dragged the child to the sloping little beach by the time that =Kimball scrambled out. In a frenzy of fear the man dropped beside the child. The little heart was still beating. After working over her for ten minutes, =Kimball nearly laughed with relief when =Beatrice opened her eyes and began to whimper. Then he gathered her up in his arms and hurried back with her to the cabin. Ricardo did not follow. Instead, he slumped down in complete exhaustion and lay like a dead thing, almost too weary to breathe. For fifteen minutes =Ricardo lay there while the water which dripped from his wet body formed a little pool beneath him. Wet and weary, the dog began to shiver. Finally he got to his feet and made his way slowly to the cabin where he knew that a fire was crackling in the wide fireplace. He scratched the lassos up the air, so as to split the main band into several smaller ones. What a dust they did kick up as they started on a headlong run to escape! The herd kept dividing, and men kept following and chasing these off by themselves. Finally I and a sergeant, mounted on a fine coal-black horse, were left in pursuit of a small remnant of the original band. The sergeant shouted to me that there was a buffalo calf in the herd we were chasing, and in a few moments, as the dust cleared, I saw the fat black imp keeping up with the older ones just as if he had the endurance to do it all day. With loud shouts we dashed into the herd, and as I threw my lasso at the calf, he ducked his head adroitly. The sergeant then threw his lasso, but missed the little rascal completely. The rope encircled a yucca plant, or soap-weed, as they call it on the plains, pulling it up by the roots with a snap as it came to the end of the rope, and with bounds like a kangaroo, the yucca joined the swift-moving procession. This plant is so full of sharp-pointed leaves that it is called by the =Mexicans the =Spanish bayonet, and it indeed looks like a =hundred bayonets gathered at the hilt. As the sergeant pulled in his lasso and the prickly yucca got in his horse's heels, the steed began to kick at a rate that threatened to tumble the rider to the ground. All these attacks confused the little buffalo, and although we did not lasso him on this run, we at least got him separated from the other buffalos and had him at our mercy if our horses could only hold out. We ran him toward the stream, making ineffectual at =County they struck the head of the south fork of the =Obion =River, and this they followed to a place about ten miles south of where the small settlement named after =Crockett now is. Here they found themselves in a wilderness, abounding with game. The nearest cabin seven miles away was that of the =Owens family. It was on the other side of the =Rutherford =Fork of the =Obion, a rough stream, then in flood and over its low banks for half a mile on either shore. The water was chilly, the depth uncertain, and the crossing difficult and full of danger. But to get to the =Owens cabin, there was nothing to do but to take to tle water, and after hobbling the horse, so that he could graze till they returned for him, they went at it like so many beavers. When the water was too deep to go ahead, =Davy felt the way over the shallower bottom by using a pole. His boy often had to swim beside them, and progress was slow. Whell the maill river channel was reached, the water was deep, an l there was no way of crossing without some kind of bridge. A large huttonwood tree stood upon the near side of the river, and the two men began cutting it down. They managed to do this so that it fell above some flood-trash in the middle of the river, an l when the tree had been washed against that, the bridge was ready. When we got over this, says =Davy, it was still a sea of water as far as the eye could reach. When at last we came in sight of land and got out, it was but a little way before we saw the house, which was more pleasing even than the sight of land. I felt mighty =Chief =Strikes-the-cee's village, three miles from us, was buried in a night. It was about mid-forenoon on the third day that three of his Indians stumbled in at our door. These fellows were in a pitiful condition; their hands and feet were frozen, and they were so benumbed with cold they couldn't open their mouths at first. When one could speak, =Louis got out of him what was the matter. They had pitched their tepees under the high bluff of a coulee, and a snowslide had dropped on them about sunrise that morning. Their tepees were smashed and buried beyond recovery, and their people had not all got out of the drift when these three had come on to ask for help and food. There had been nothing to eat in their camp for two days; most of their hunters had gone out after the buffaloes four days before, and of course were snowed in somewhere. One old man and seventeen women and children were out there in that awful storm with no shelter but such clothing as they had on and the drifts, and our thermometer registered =thirty degrees below! Yes, and nothing could be seen outside ten steps away! Well, I ouis and I saw that the rescuing must be done by us if it was to be done at all. The Indians who had come in were too nearly used up to face the storm that day, and it was four miles or more'down to the lower village. We hurried on felt boots, snow packs, ratskin caps, and fur coats, while I cast about in my mind what best to carry in the way of food. Louis and I had promised a =Christmas dinner to the =Le =Beau boys, I am a retired captain of the upper sea. That is to say, when I was a younger man, not so long ago, I was an aeronaut and navigated that ocean of air which is all about us and above us. Naturally that is a hazardous profession, and naturally I have had many thrilling experiences. The most thrilling, or at least the most nerve-racking, I am about to relate. It happened before I went in for hydrogen-gas balloons, all of varnished silk, doubled are lined and all that, and fit for voyages of days instead of mere hours. I was making ascents at the time in the I,ittle =Nassau, named after the =Great =Nassau of many years back. It was a fair-sized hot-air balloon, of single thickness, good for an hour's flight or so and capable of reaching an altitude of a mile or more. It answered my purpose, for my act at the time was making half-mile parachute jumps at recreation parks and country fairs. I was in =Oakland, =California, filling a summer engagement with a street railway company. The company owned a large park outside the city, and of course it was to its interest to provide attractions which would send the townspeople over its line. My contract called for two ascensions weekly, and on mv days the largest crowds were drawn. on the hip bones, the gorgeous sashes, and the short black jackets thick with fringe, that were white centuries ago, but were changed to mourning when =Scanderbeg, one of their heroes, died for =Albanian liberty. It was a school. The pale, meek priest in black showed it to us with pride; he was the teacher. The =Turks and the =Austrians, who used to rule =Albania, had blocked all attempts to bring schools into the mountains, he said, and the people, not knowing that such things as schools exist, were naturally not eager to have them. But now the =Land of the =Eagle was said to be free, after many centuries of =Turkish rule in the valleys. Refugee children who had fled before the =Serbs were coming back to their tribes and telling about the =American school in =Scutari, so that all the people wanted their children to learn to read and write. The chiefs themselves, not being able to write or read letters about the change in government, saw what education meant. The people had taken rocks from the mountains and made the schoolhouse. They had cut precious trees and made the benches and desks. They had made a slate of a slab of the native rock set in a rough wooden frame; they wrote upon it with softer rocks. From Italy, across the =Adriatic and into the mountains, a two, weeks journey by donkey and river ferry, the bishop had got three copy books and a bottle of ink. Pens had been made from twigs. They had just one book, printed in =Albanian. Since the boys must herd the flocks in the mountains, they could not spend the day in school. There Thy have builded magnificent bridges Where the nation's highways go; Over perilous mountain ridges And where great rivers flow. Wherever a link was needed Between the new and the known They have left their marks of =Progress, In iron and steel and stone. There was never a land too distant, Nor ever a way too wide, But some man's mind, insistent, Reached out to the other side. They cleared the way, these heroes, For the march of future vears The march was =Civilization, And they were its =Pioneers. &&000 MACMILLIAN (1948) GRADE 7 MAC9487T.ASC DOORWAYS TO ADVENTURE by George M. Richards SOURCE: COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE XEROX BY DPH SCANNED, EDITED BY LOREEN WOLFER July 15, 1993 &&111 noble features, the same broad brow, the same clear gray eyes flashing with a strange light. He reminded me, too, of yourself. Had he been clothed in a garb befitting a prince, I should have imagined that I saw you again as you appeared when a boy. But he reminded me most of your lost sister, the fair =Princess =Bertha. The same gentleness of manner, the same proud carriage of the head, the same curve of the lipualities we once admired in the =Lady =Bertha, may all be seen in this wonderful boy. I dreamed last night, said the king, that my sister came to me, leading just such a boy as this. And I thought that he grew tall and strong, and that the whole world looked up to him as a pattern of knightly valor and courtesy, and that he carried my whole kingdom upon his shoulders. Now this boy is no common lad; and the mother of whom he speaks can be no common beggar. My heart tells me that she is the long lost, long forgiven =Bertha. Your heart speaks rightly, answered =Namon. The son of no other lady could bear so perfect a likeness to your family. I am sure that we have found her at last. Then =Charlemagne turned to the dwarf =Malagis. What say you, sir wizard? he asked. You have the gift of fore sight, and you can read that which lies hidden to the eyes of others. What think you of a boy who comes thus boldly to our table, and levies food from us as if it were his right? The dwarf twisted and writhed about in his seat. He smiled, and then he humbly but wisely answered, My lord, the lad is no beggar. The blood of heroes flows in his pity his four footed schoolmaster is not here to carry him safely across on his back! =Jason looked round greatly surprised, for he did not know that anybody was near. But beside him stood an old woman with a ragged mantle over her head, leaning on a staff. She looked very aged and wrinkled and infirm. Yet her eyes, which were as brown as those of an ox, were so extremely large and beautiful that, when they were fixed on =Jason's eyes, he could see nothing else but them. Where are you going, =Jason? she asked. She seemed to know his name and, indeed, those great brown eyes looked as if they had a knowledge of everything, past and to come. While =Jason was gazing at her, a peacock strutted forward and took his stand at her side. I am going to =Iolchos, answered the young man, to bid the wicked =King =Pelias come down from my father's throne and let me reign in his stead. Ah, well, then, said the old woman, still with the same cracked voice, if that is all your business, you need not be in a very great hurry. Just take me on your back and carry me across the river. I and my peacock have something to do on the other side, as well as yourself. Good mother, replied =Jason, your business can hardly be so important as the pulling down a king from his throne. Besides, as you may see for yourself, the river is very boisterous. If I should chance to stumble, it would sweep both of us away. I would gladly help you if I could, but I doubt whether I am strong enough to carry you across. Then, said she, very scornfully, neither are you strong same dull throb of sound was borne to the listeners again. I know now! exclaimed =Tom; somebody's drowned! That's it! said =Huck; they did that last summer, when =Bill =Turner got drowned. They shoot a cannon over the water, and that makes him come up to the top. Yes, and they take loaves of bread and put quicksilver in them and set them afloat, and wherever there's anybody that's drowned, they'll float right there and stop. Yes, I've heard about that, said =Joe. I wonder what makes the bread do that. Oh, it isn't the bread, so much, said =Tom; I reckon it's mostly what they say over it before they start it out. But they don't say anything over it, said =Huck. I've seen them and they don't. Well, that's funny, said =Tom. But maybe they say it to themselves. Of course they do. Anybody might know that. The other boys agreed that there was reason in what =Tom said, because an ignorant lump of bread, uninstructed by an incantation, could not be expected to act very intelligently when sent upon an errand of such gravity. By =jings, I wish I was over there, now, said =Joe. I do too, said =Huck. I'd give heaps to know who it is. The boys still listened and watched. Presently a revealing thought flashed through =Tom's mind, and he exclaimed: Say, I know who's drowned, it's us! They felt like heroes in an instant. Here was a gorgeous Oh! then it was while standing by the taffrail on the poop We could hear the drowning folk lament the absent chicken coop; Then, having washed the blood away, we'd little else to do Than to dance a quiet hornpipe as the old salts taught us to. Oh! the fiddle on the =fo'c's'le, and the slapping naked soles, And the genial =Down the middle, =Jake, and curtsey when she rolls! With the silver seas around us and the pale moon over head, And the lookout not a looking and his pipe bowl glowing red. Ah! the pigtailed, =quidding pirates and the pretty pranks we played, all, we must follow these measurements. And ='tis a marvelous thing, he croaked, after a little pause, how this paper came to be here. Maybe it was blown here by the storm, suggested =Tom =Chist. Like enough; like enough, said =Parson =Jones. Like enough, after the wretches had buried the chest and killed the poor colored man, they were so buffeted about by the sudden storm that it was shook out of the man's pocket, and thus blew away from him without his knowing aught of it. But let us find the box! cried out =Tom =Chist, flaming with excitement. Aye, aye, said the good man; only stay a little, my boy, until we make sure what we're about. I've got my pocket compass here, but we must have something to measure off the feet when we have found the peg. You run across to =Tom =Brooke's house and fetch that measuring rod he used to lay out his new barn. While you're gone I'll pace off the distance marked on the paper with my pocket compass here. =Tom =Chist was gone for almost an hour, though he ran nearly all the way and back. When he returned, panting =Parson =Jones was nowhere to be seen, but =Tom saw his footsteps leading away in the smooth surface across the sand humps and down into the hollows. By and by he found the good gentleman in a spot he knew as soon as he laid his eyes upon it. It was the open space where the pirates had driven their There! I might ='a' thought of that closet. What you been doing in there? Nothing. Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth What is that truck ? I don't know, =Aunt. Well, I know. It's jam, that's what it is. Forty times I've said if you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch. The switch hovered in the air, the peril was desperate, My! Look behind you, =Aunt! The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board fence, and disappeared over it. =Aunt =Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle laugh. Hang the boy, can't I never learn anything? Ain't he played me tricks enough like that for me to be looking out for him by this time? But old fools is the biggest fools there is. Can't learn an old dog new tricks, as the saying is. But my goodness, he never plays them alike, two days, and how is a body to know what's coming? He pears to know just how long he can torment me before I get my dander up, and he knows if he can make out to put me off for a minute or make me laugh, it's all down again and I can't hit him a lick. I ain't doing my duty by that boy, goodness knows Spare the rod and spoil the child. He'll play hooky this afternoon, and I'll just be obliged to make him work, tomorrow, to punish him. It's mighty hard to make him work The way he went after that plump sister in the lace tucker was an outrage on the credulity of human nature Knocking down the fire irons, tumbling over the chairs, bumping up against the piano, smothering himself among the curtains, wherever she went, there went he. He a ways knew where the plump sister was. He wouldn't catch anybody else. At the game of =How, =When, and =Where, =Scrooge's niece was very clever, and, to the secret joy of =Scrooge's nephews beat her sisters hollow, though they were sharp girls too, as =Topper could have told you. There might have: been twenty people there, young and old, but they all played, and so did =Scrooge; for, wholly forgetting in the interest he had in what was going on, that his voice made no sound in their ears, he sometimes came out with his guess quite loud, and very often guessed quite right, too. The =Ghost was greatly pleased to find him in this mood and looked upon him with such favor, that he begged like a boy to be allowed to stay until the guests departed. But this the =Spirit said could not be done. Here is a new game, said =Scrooge. One half hour, =Spirit, only one! It was a =Game called =Yes and =No, where =Scrooge's nephew had to think of something, and the rest must find out what; he only answering to their questions yes or no, as the case was. The brisk fire of questioning to which he was exposed, brought out that he was thinking of an animal, a live animal, rather a disagreeable animal, a savage animal, an animal that growled and grunted sometimes And a leaving ajar of conserve cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train oil flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter casks: And it seemed as if a voice Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed called out, Oh rats, rejoice! The world is grown to one vast drysaltery ! So munch on, crunch on, take your =nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon! And just as a bulky sugar =puncheon, All ready staved, like a great sun shone Glorious, scarce an inch before me, Just as I thought it said, Come, bore me I found the =Weser rolling =o'er me. You should have heard the =Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. Go, cried the =Mayor, and get long poles, Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats! , when suddenly, up the face Of the =Piper perked in the market place, With a, First, if you please, my thousand guilders! A thousand guilders! The =Mayor looked blue; So did the =Corporation too. For council dinners made rare havoc With =Claret, =Moselle, =Vin-de-Grave, =Hock; And half the money would replenish Their cellar's biggest butt with =Rhenish. southeast, came about to the northwest, and then settled into the northeast, from whence it blew in such a terrible manner, that for twelve days together we could do nothing but drive before the wind. We had to let the storm carry us wherever fate and the fury of the winds directed. During these twelve days, I need not say that I expected every day to be swallowed up by the sea; nor, indeed, did any in the ship expect to save their lives. To add to our distress, beside the terror of the storm, one of our men had died of fever, and one man and the boy had been washed overboard. About the twelfth day, the weather calmed a little. The master made an observation as well as he could, and found that he was in about =11 degrees north latitude, but that he was =22 degrees of longitude west of =Cape =Street =Augustino. He found he was near the coast of =Guiana, beyond the =River =Amazon. The ship was leaky and very much disabled. We saw that we could not possibly make our voyage to the coast of =Africa without some assistance, both to our ship and to ourselves. With this in mind we changed our course, and steered in the direction of some of our =English islands, where we hoped to obtain relief. But our voyage was otherwise determined; for a second storm came upon us, which carried us away and drove us out of the path of all human commerce. In this distress, the wind still blowing very hard, one of our men early in the morning cried out, Land! We had no sooner run out of the cabin to look out in hope of seeing where we were, than the ship struck upon sand. In a climbed the western slope of the valley to look for a deer and =David was watching the fire by the cabin door, that the boy was surprised by the sound of horses hoofs. He looked up to see a traveler coming toward him down the edge of the stream, riding on horseback and leading a pack horse. The man seemed as astonished as was =David to see another explorer in this lonely place. He drew up to speak to the boy, but he did not dismount though =David invited him to get down and eat with them. Although it was midday, the golden warmth in the air was beginning to change to a sharp chill. The stranger merely thanked =David with quiet politeness and said that he must push forward. I want to get up into that pass above the eastern slope as quickly as I can, he declared. I have been surveying and mapping the land back yonder in =Maryland and =Virginia, and I have long been curious to know something of this river, which rises in the hills of western =Virginia. If I can get up to the high ground, I can measure the width of the valley before the sun is gone. =David blinked with wonder at the idea of a man's measuring those stretches of woods by merely looking down upon them. He saw that the pack horse carried some strange instruments such as he had never seen before. The traveler himself had no baggage but only the two lean saddlebags of the experienced explorer who has learned to travel with very little. He was a tall youth, younger even than =Cousin =Timothy. He had blond hair and deep-set eyes that showed the light when he smiled. His clearly outlined face had an earnest and thoughtful look. &&000 THE COLUMBIA READERS (1923) MEN9237T.ASC Published by MENTZER, BUSH & CO. BY Frederick G. Bonser et al Source: US Office of Education Historical Library Wash. DC xeroxed, scanned edited by DPH July 1, 1993 &&111 This gentleman, continued he, presenting the stranger, is the =Chevalier =Feathertop,, nay, I beg his pardon, my Lord =Feathertop,, who hath brought me a token of remembrance from an ancient friend of mine. Pay your duty to his lordship, child, and honor him as his quality deserves. After these few words of introduction, the worshipful magistrate immediately quitted the room. But, even in that brief moment, had the fair =Polly glanced aside at her father instead of devoting herself wholly to the brilliant guest, she might have taken warning of some mischief nigh at hand. The old man was nervous, fidgety, and very pale. Purposing a smile of courtesy, he had deformed his face with a sort of galvanic grin, which, when =Feathertop's back was turned, he exchanged for a scowl, at the same time shaking his fist and stamping his gouty foot, an incivility which brought its retribution along with it. The truth appears to have been that =Mother =Rigby's word of introduction, whatever it might be, had operated far more on the rich merchant's fears than on his good will. Moreover, being a man of wonderfully acute observation, he had noticed that these painted figures on the bowl of =Feathertop's pipe were in motion. Looking more closely, he became convinced that these figures were a party of little demons, each duly provided with horns and a tail, and dancing hand in hand, with gestures of diabolical merriment, round the circumference of the pipe bowl. As if to confirm his suspicions, while =Master =Gookin ushered his guest along a dusky passage from his private room to the parlor, the star on =Feathertop's breast had scintillated actual flames, and threw a flickering gleam upon the wall, the ceiling, and the floor. equipment or a flame from the exhaust pipe of any gasoline engine may easily ignite it. The vapor from a single pint will render the air in an ordinary sized room explosive. It is heavier than air, and there may be a great deal of it near the ground or floor in the vicinity of a tank, while the odor would not be particularly noticeable to a person standing. For this reason it is especially hazardous to set a lantern on the ground or floor near a gasoline container of any kind, even out of doors as the flame may follow the vapor from the lantern to the container. Open-flame lights should never be allowed in the garage or the building containing the farm tractor or gasoline engine, and such a building should never be heated by a stove. It is safer if the automobile and tractor are run outside before the tanks are filled, that the vapor may be carried away immediately, and the tank of a stationary gasoline engine should be filled only in daylight and while the engine is not in operation. Water, unless applied in very large quantities, has no effect on burning gasoline except to spread the fire, making it all the more dangerous. The gasoline stove is probably the most dangerous cooking or heating appliance in use on the farm. Kerosene stoves are not nearly so dangerous and fortunately they have in large measure displaced gasoline stoves. If there is a gasoline stove in the house the fuel tank should never be filled while the stove is in operation. Even then care must be taken not to spill any of the gasoline, for the vapor might cause an explosion when the stove is lighted. The tank should never be entirely filled, for the gasoline will expand somewhat as it becomes warmer, and an overflow might result. How long =Ed would have posed as the personification of laziness would have been determined only by the speed at which the earth, wheeling eastward, left behind the sun which kept him warm, had it not been for other natural phenomena. One who had studied him only in repose would scarcely have recognized him, nine minutes later by his wrist watch, as he rose lightly to his feet, crouched to bring his head below the level of an interfering birch bow, and turned a telescopic gaze toward a spot on the lake shore a quarter of a mile away. A great blue heron was rising from the marsh. With neck extended and legs dangling, it flapped with dignified rhythm toward =Bass =Rock, whose gray mass rose between the outer edge of another stretch of bog and the open lake. The strong light displayed to good advantage the deep blue border of its strong wings. =Gee, what a shot, if I wasn't a game warden, muttered =Ed. Approaching =Bass =Rock, the majestic bird tilted backward toward vertical, checked its flight and put its feet down preparatory to alighting amidst a fringe of water lily pads where shiners schooled. Instinctively, =Ed began stalking. He moved stealthily around the shore, just far enough within the underglowth to conceal his movements. But the heron did not light. Just as his webbed feet touched the water he gave a startled squawk. Beating the air excitedly, he put all his energy into his flying equipment and skimmed away in a low dodging flight. =Ed stopped. Well, I'll be jiggered ! he exclaimed. What scared the critter? the lines over the blue roan's neck before she struggled to a foothold a few feet above him. She dared not say good-by to her friend; she was cold with fear as she stared up into the blue sky. Please, =God, it is time to do it now, she whispered, and leaning down, she hit the colt quickly on the shoulder. Go on, =Manche ! Jump it, boy ! Get up, I tell you! He stretched his head over the edge; he gathered himself to leap, then drew back a pace and tossed his head. Never before had he refused her urging. She crept closer. Go on, pony, you must do it! and her little fist pounded him fiercely. But he would not budge; so the little girl slipped down in front of him. Quivering and dizzy with the fright, the big horse half shut his eyes and laid his head against =Janey's arm in mute appeal: he could not make the jump. Then, with loving little hands, she petted and soothed him. Never mind, =Manche dear, if it is so hard; we'll just go together. It won't matter to anyone. She drew his big head close and kissed him solemnly between the eyes, then edged carefully above him until she could climb to his back. Leaning forward, she righted the lines and shook them with gentle persuasion. Go on, =Manche, it's all right. Dimly the big horse understood; they had taken hard climbs before and come through all right. Now his little partner was counting on him to look out for her; he must somehow get them safe up the cliff. Like a trapped animal he gazed round him and looked up at the rocks; when he shifted his footing, loose stones rattled and slid beneath him. Suddenly the child felt his great muscles stiffening for the jump; the pipe hissed its way into the perspiring shoulder for a burn that would leave a life scar. Fearful lest he had gone too far, and that his act had been observed, =Santell jumped back, and away from =Moreno. Tub's giddiness, following the pain, was all that kept him from striking blindly at his fiendish tormentor. The ball bounded back into the field of play; with a spurt =Heaton, whose breath had come in a hiss of sympathy, as he saw the punishment that was being meted to =Moreno, was on it. He was standing almost under the =Brownell goal, with a clear shot for the basket. But instead of attempting the score, he flung the ball with all his might, toward the far end of the gymnasium, where not even a guard was waiting to receive it. A jeer of derision went up from the crowded galleries. The =Brownell captain was rattled! He had lost his head ! He was all twisted up and had thrown the ball toward his own goal, when he might have scored a basket ! The searing of =Moreno had passed unobserved. As if realizing his mistake, =Drew sprinted after his throw at top speed, with =Fred =Santell tearing alongside. Two-thirds of the length of the big gymnasium they raced, stride for stride, with the speed that only basketball players, in a reckless game, can attain on a gymnasium floor. The ball struck, bounced against the end wall of the gymnasium and caromed high, straight toward the onrushing pair. But just before it reached them, =Fred =Santell lost his balance, pitched suddenly forward at an oblique angle, and smashed, head on, into the chest weights. =Heaton braced himself, just as the ball landed neatly in his hands. Then, gradually changes the shape of the molten mass to a long, hollow cylinder, having walls of even thickness at every point. If the cylinder begins to lengthen too much the blower swings the pipe and glass over his head, still blowing and revolving it. When the desired length of cylinder and the proper thickness of glass is obtained, the far end of the cylinder is reheated and cut off. When the glass has become firm enough, it is placed on a wooden rack and the blow pipe is loosened by touching it with a cold iron. This same end of the cylinder is then cracked off true by passing a heated wire around it and touching the glass with a moistened finger. The cylinder is then opened lengthwise by passing a red hot iron from end to end down the inside. Figure =2. This open cylinder is next placed in an oven on a flat stone slab. The heat naturally unrolls the glass and it is pressed out flat with a wooden block on a long rod thrust through the door of the oven. When the glass becomes flat it passes on to the annealing oven where it is gradually cooled. If cooled too quickly it becomes very brittle. From the annealing oven it is inspected, marked and cut to various sizes. Seldom is a cylinder found without flaws, so the cutter cuts around the flaws, first getting out the larger galleys, armed with =fifty guns apiece, =fifty-six armed merchantmen, and twenty pinnaces made up the rest. The =Armada was provided with =2'500 cannon, and a vast store of provisions; it had on board =8'000 seamen and more than =20'000 soldiers; and even though a court favorite, the =Duke of =Medina =Sidonia, had been placed at its head, he was supported by the ablest staff of naval officers which =Spain possessed. Small, however, as the =English ships were, they were in perfect trim; they sailed two feet for the =Spaniards' one; they were manned with good hardy seamen, and their admiral was backed by a crowd of captains who had won fame in the =Spanish seas. With him was =Hawkins, who had been the first to break into the charmed circle of the Indies; =Frobisher, the hero of the northwest passage; and above all, =Drake, who held command of the privateers. Thev had won, too, the advantage of the wind; and, closing in or drawing off as they would, the lightly-handled =English vessels, which fired four shots to the =Spaniards one, hung boldly on the rear of the great fleet as it moved along the channel. The feathers of the =Spaniard, in the phrase of the =English seamen, were plucked one by one. Galleon after galleon was sunk, boarded, driven on shore; and yet =Medina =Sidonia failed in bringing his pursuers to a close engagement. Now halting, now moving slowly on, the running fight between the two fleets lasted throughout the week, till on =Sunday, the =28th of =July, the =Armada dropped anchor in =Calais roads. The time had come for sharper work if the junction of the =Armada with =Parma the =Spanisll genera in =Holland was to be prevented; for demoralizecl as the =Spaniards had been by the merciless chase, their loss in ships had not been I saw was a peaceful landscape dotted with one man ploughing with a dun mule. Nobody was dragging the creek; no couriers dashed hither and yon, bringing tidings of no news to the distracted parents. There was a sylvan attitude of somnolent sleepiness pervading that section of the external outward surface of =Alabama that lay exposed to my view. Perhaps, says I to myself, it has not yet been discovered that the wolves have borne away the tender lambkin from the fold. Heaven help the wolves ! says I, and I went down the mountain to breakfast. When I got to the cave I found =Bill backed up against it, breathing hard, and the boy threatening to smash him with a rock half as big as a cocoanut. He put a red-hot boiled potato down my back, explained =Bill, and then mashed it with his foot; and I boxed his ears. Have you got a gun about you, =Sam ? I took the rock away from the boy and kind of patched up the argument. I'll fix you, says the kid to =Bill. No man ever yet struck the =Red =Chief but what he got paid back for it. You better beware! After breakfast the kid takes a piece of leather with strings wrapped around it out of his pocket and goes outside the cave unwinding it. What's he up to now ? says =Bill, anxiously. You don't think he'll run away, do you, =Sam? No fear of it, says I. He don't seem to be much of a home body. But we've got to fix up some plan about the ransom. There don't seem to be much excitement around =Summit on account of his disappearance; but maybe they haven't realized yet that he's gone. His folks may think he's spending the night I ain't neither. King =NeNeb =Nebuchadnezzar? Miss =Curwin aided. Yes madam, he done it, said =Micky trumphantly. An if a king done it a feller can, can't he ? But why did you do it? asked =Miss =Curwin. Well, I got to, ain't I, so I can drink me glass of water before it? demanded =Micky. Miss =Curwin opened her desk and took out her purse. She took a shining quarter dollar in her fingers. School ! she said, rapping on her desk with it for attention. You have heard =Micky and =Daisy. Let me explain clearly then that =Chore =Four does not require meals, but only that if meals are eaten a glass of water must be taken before the meal. And I want you to be proud of =Micky, even if he misunderstood the chore, because, =Micky, you are a gallant, valiant knight without fear and without reproach, and I am proud of you. And now, =Micky, I want you to take this quarter and go down and get a real breakfast at the restaurant at the corner. She stepped down from the platform and laid the coin on =Micky's desk. Aw, say ! said the =Knight =Without =Fear and =Without =Reproach, I can't swallow no more breakfast; I'm all full up with hay. &&000 NEWSON & CO. (1921) REVISED EDITION NEW9217T.ASC ALDINE READERS --BOOK SEVEN by Frank E. Spaulding et al Source: US Office of Education Historical Liubrary Wash. DC. XEROX SCAN EDIT BY DPH July 1, 1993 &&111 leader, little counting ever again to see freedom, flag, or home, they raised their voices, by the dawn's early light, in their song of songs. Our main body were out in the highway, just facing into column, and the effect on them I could not see. The prisoners guards, though instantly ablaze with indignation, were so taken by surprise that for two or three seconds, with carbines at a ready, they, and even their sergeant in command, only darted fierce looks here and there and up at me. The prisoners must have been used to singing in ordered chorus, for one of them strode into their middle, and, smiling sturdily at the maddened guard and me, led the song evenly. =No, sir ! he cried, as I made an angry sign for them to desist, one verse through, if every one of us dies for it, let the =Captain hear it, boys, sing ! The rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, =Charlotte had ceased, in consternation not for the conditions without more than for those within. With the first strong swell of the song from below, the dying leader strove to sit upright and to lift his blade, but failed and would have fallen back upon the pillows, had not she and =Miss =Harper saved him. He lay in their arms gasping his last, yet clutching his saber with a quivering hand and listening on with rapt face True, said =G ; and upon this conviction I proceeded. My first care was to make thorough search of the =Minister's hotel; and here my chief embarrassment lay in the necessity of searching without his knowledge. Beyond all things, I have been warned of the danger which would result from giving him reason to suspect our design. But, said I, you are quite aufait in these investigations. The =Parisian police have done this thing before. Oh, yes! and for this reason I did not despair. The habits of the =Minister gave me, too, a great advantage. He is frequently absent from home all night. His servants are by no means numerous. They sleep at a distance from their master's apartment, and, being chiefly =Neapolitans, are readily made drunk. I have keys, as you know, with which I can open any chamber or cabinet in =Paris. For three months a night has not passed, during the greater part of which I have not been engaged, personally, in ransacking the =D, =Hotel. My honor is interested, and, to mention a great secret, the reward is enormous. So I did not abandon the search until I had become fully satisfied that the thief is a more astute man than myself. I fancy that I have investigated every nook and corner of the premises in which it is possible that the paper can be concealed. One bright summer morning, a patrol from the =Alhambra, consisting of a testy old corporal, a trumpeter, and two privates, was seated under the garden wall of the palace, beside the road which leads down from the =Mountain of the =Sun, when they heard the tramp of a horse and a male voice singing in rough, though not unmusical tones, an old =Castilian campaigning song. Presently they beheld a sturdy, sunburnt fellow, clad in the ragged garb-of a foot-soldier, leading a powerful =Arabian horse. Astonished at the sight of a strange soldier descending, steed in hand, from that solitary mountain, the corporal stepped forth and challenged him. Who goes there ? A friend. Who and what are you? A poor soldier just from the wars, with a cracked crown and empty purse for a reward. By this time they were enabled to view him more narrowly. He had a black patch across his forehead, which, with a grizzled beard, added to a certain daredevil cast of countenance, while a slight squint threw into the whole an occasional gleam of roguish good humor. ascent toilsome and leading into cold regions which were dreadful to a delicate =Hawaiian,, the actual danger of the ascent was great. Wild crags and slippery sheets of lava or slopes of crumbling cinders were strangers to the feet of the tender, coast-bred woman. And the heated soil, the groanings, the lurid atmosphere, the vapor that oozed up from the crevices of the half-cooled lava, must have filled any mind with awe and terror, above all one that had been bred up in the faith that these were the tokens of the fury of a vindictive and powerful deity whose precincts she was transgressing. Very recently a large body of men had been suffocated on the mountain-side by the gases of the volcano, struck dead, as it must have seemed, by the breath of the goddess. But =Kapiolani, strong in the faith that =He, as whose champion she came, was all sufficient to guard her from the perils she confronted, climbed resolutely on, bearing in her hand the sacred berries which it was sacrilege for one of her sex to touch. The enraged priests of =Pele came forth from their sanctuary among the crags, and endeavored to bar her way with threats of the rage of their mistress; but she heeded them not. She made her way to the summit and gazed into the fiery gulf below, then descended the side of the terrible crater, even to the worthy, and he himself was mortally wounded. He told his men to sink the ship, but they were unwilling to do so and they surrendered. The =Spaniards carried =Sir =Richard on board one of their ships and expressed their admiration of his wonderful courage and skill. He answered proudly, =Here die I, =Richard =Grenville, with a joyful and quiet mind; for I have ended my life as a good soldier ought, who has fought for his country and his queen, for his honor and his religion. At =Flores in the =Azores =Sir =Richard =Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far away; =Spanish ships of war at sea! we have sighted =fifty-three ! Then swore =Lord =Thomas =Howard: For =God I am no coward; But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of gear, And the half my men are sick. I must fly, but follow quick. We are six ships of the line; can we fight with =fifty-three ? Then spoke =Sir =Richard =Grenville: I know you are no coward; You fly them for a moment to fight with them again. But I've =ninety men and more that are lying sick ashore. Thus, neath their parent turf they rest Far from the gory field, Borne to a =Spartan mother's breast On many a bloody shield. The sunshine of their native sky Smiles sadly on them here, And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes sepulcher. Rest on, embalined and sainted dead I Dear as the blood ye gave, No impious footstep here shall tread The herbage of your grave; Nor shall your glory be forgot While =Fame her record keeps, Or =Honor points the hallowed spot Where =Valor proudly sleeps. Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell, When many a vanished age hath flown, The story how ye fell. Nor wreck nor change nor winter's blight Nor =Time's remorseless doom, Shall dim one ray of glorious light That gilds your deathless tomb. There were four wounded =French soldiers in his car, =Paul drove very carefully around the turn of the road when suddenly he discovered that they were exposed to shell fire. The shells were bursting all Iround them; it was too late to go back, and so he decided to run through it. Just as the car was making The last turn, a shell fell five feet from it and to the ear, ripping away one side of the car and killing three of the wounded soldiers, and wounding =Paul and the young boy driving with him. Although =Paul had two severe wounds, his first thought was to protect those in his ambulance, and so he drew up to the high bank at the side of the road and topped the car. His great friend, =Noble =Lee, was not with him on his last drive, for that very day he had been granted eave of absence, and later he came over that road in mother ambulance. When he found that =Paul had been wounded he drove with him to the hospital. Young =Lee wrote very sympathetic and comforting letters home to the broken-hearted family. He said that =Paul spoke frequently to him and that his mind was very clear, although he had lost a great deal of blood on the ride to the hospital. Once he looked up at =Lee and said: If I don't get well, tell mother I love her and died for her and for civilization. He endured his suffering bravely and was very plucky about his wounds and told =Lee he felt that he would soon be all right. He was very happy, when the =French officers came to him in the hospital and conferred upon him the =Croix de =Guerre. He appreciated the honor and delighted the officers by responding with a little speech of his own. He said: I am glad to receive the medal from =France, and I am glad to have been of service to =France and to humanity, and I hope that I may continue to be of service. =Paul had the best attention and medical care and his friends all felt hopeful of his recovery, although an =X-ray examination showed that a piece of steel was lodged near his heart. An operation was performed, but =Paul was too weak to endure it. One of his friends wrote of him: =Bentley was one of the finest fellows I ever met. He was one of the best drivers in our section. He never complained; he took the dangers as they came without flinching. Everybody who came in contact with him admired him. =Bentley was every inch a man, a true man. He died as he worked, bravely! Like the knights of old he rode forth to conquer or die and his life is typical of our young heroes at the front, who were willing to die that others might live. &&000 SOUTH DAKOTA DEPT OF PUBIC INSTRUCTION (1922) SDK9227T.ASC THE SEVENTH GRADE CLASSICS no author given Source: US Offcie of Education Washington DC Historical Library XEROX SCAN EDIT BY dph July 1, 1993 &&111 If an old prophecy should come to pass, answered his mother, we may see a man, some time or other, with exactly such a face as that. What prophecy do you mean, dear mother ? eagerly inquired =Ernest. Pray tell me all about it. So his mother told him a story that her own mother had told to her, when she herself was younger than little =Ernest; a story, not of things that were past, but of what was yet to come; a story, nevertheless, so very old, that even the Indians, who formerly inhabited this valley, had heard it from their forefathers, to whom, as they affirmed, it had been murmured by the mountain streams, and whispered by the wind among the tree-tops. The purport was, that, at some future day a child should be born hereabouts, who was destined to become the greatest and noblest personage of his time, and whose countenance, in manhood, should bear an exact resemblance to the =Great =Stone =Face. Not a few old-fashioned people, and young ones likewise, in the ardor of their hopes, still cherish an enduring faith in this old prophecy. But others, who had seen more of the world, had watched and waited till they were weary, and had beheld no man with such a face, nor any man that proved to be much greater or nobler than his neighbors, concluded it to be nothing but an idle tale. At all events, the great man of the prophecy had not yet appeared. Oh mother, dear mother!! cried =Ernest, clapping his hands above his head, I do hope I shall live to see him! His mother was an affectionate and thoughtful woman, and felt that it was wisest not to discourage the generous hopes of her little boy. So she only said to him, Perhaps you may. And =Ernest never forgot the story that his mother told him. It was always in his mind, whenever he looked upon the =Great =StQne =Face, And this is the reason we're wanting to know, And we're wanting it so! Where our own fathers went we are willing to go. Who gave you the name of =Old =Glory, =O-ho!, Who gave you the name of =Old =Glory? The old flag unfurled with a billowy thrill For an an instant, then wistfully sighed and was still. Old =Glory: the story we're wanting to hear Is what the plain facts of your christening were,, For your name, just to hear it, Repeat it, and cheer it, s a tang to the spirit As salt as a tear;, And seeing you fly, and the boys marching by, There's a shout in the throat and a blur in the eye And an aching to live for you always, or die, If, dying, we still keep you waving on high. And so, by our love For you, floating above, And the scars of all wars and the sorrows thereof, Who gave you the name of =Old =Glory, and why Are we thrilled at the name of =Old =Glory? Then the old banner leaped, like a sail in the blast, And fluttered an audible answer at last. And it spake, with a shake of the voice, and it said:, By the driven snow-white and the living blood-red Of my bars, and their =Heaven of stars overhead, By the symbol conjoined of them all, skyward cast, As I float from the steeple, or flap at the mast, Or droop over the sod where the long grasses nod,, My name is as old as the glory of =God. So I came by the name of =Old =Glor~. Giants they seemed in the mist, or the mighty men of =King =David; Giants in heart they were, who believed in =God and the =Bible,, Aye, who believed in the smiting of =Midianites and =Philistines. Over them gleamed far off the crimson banners of morning, Under them loud on the sands, the serried billows, advancing, Fired along the line, and in regular order retreated. Many a mile had they marched, when at length the village of =Plymouth Woke from its sleep, and arose, intent on its manifold labors. Sweet was the air and soft; and slowly the smoke from the chimneys Rose over roofs of thatch, and pointed steadily eastward; Men came forth from the doors, and paused and talked of the weather, Said the wind had changed, and was blowing fair for the =Mayflower; Talked of their =Captain's departure, and all the dangers that menaced, He being gone, the town, and what should be done in his absence. Merrily sang the birds, and the tender voices of women Consecrated with hymns the common cares of the household. Out of the sea rose the sun, and the billows rejoiced at his coming; Beautiful were his feet on the purple tops of the mountains; Beautiful on the sails of the =Mayflower riding at anchor, Battered and blackened and worn by all the storms of the winter Fair-haired, azure-eyed, with delicate =Saxon complexion, Having the dew of his youth, and the beauty there of, as the captives Whom =Saint =Gregory saw, and exclaimed, Not Angles but Angels. Youngest of all was he of the men who came in the =Mayflower. Suddenly breaking the silence, the diligent scribe interrupting, Spoke, in the pride of his heart, =Miles =Standish the =Captain of =Plymouth. Look at these arms, he said, the warlike weapons that hang here Burnished and bright and clean, as if for parade or inspection ! This is the sword of =Damascus I fought with in islanders; this breast-plate, Well I remember the day! once saved my life in a skirmish; Here in the front you can see the very dint of the bullet Fired point-blank at my heart by a =Spanish arcabucero. Had it not been of sheer steel, the forgotten bones of =Miles =Standish Would at this moment be mould, in their grave in the =Flemish morasses. Thereupon answered =John =Alden, but looked not up from his writing: Truly the breath of the =Lord hath slackened th,e speed of the bullet; He in =His mercy preserved you, to be our shield and our weapon ! Still the =Captain continued, unheeding the words of the stripling: See, how bright they are burnished, as if in an arsenal hanging: And I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad and newt and viper, And people call me the =Pied =Piper. And here they noticed round his neck A scarf of red and yellow stripe, To match with his coat of the self-same And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying As if impatient to be playing Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled. Yet, said he, poor piper as I am, In =Tartary I freed the =Cham, Last =June, from his huge swarm of gnats; I eased in =Asia the =Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampire-bats: And as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a =thousand guilders? One? =Fifty =thousand! was the exclamation Of the astonished =Mayor and =Corporation. Into the street the =Piper stept, Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled; And there three shill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling, And out of the houses the rats came tumbling; Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, manage her poultry; for, as she sagely observed, ducks and geese are foolish things and must be looked after, but girls can take care of themselves. Thus, while the busy dame bustled about the house, or plied her spinning-wheel at one end of the piazza, honest =Balt would sit smoking his evening pipe at the other, watching the achievements of a little wooden warrior, who, armed, with a sword in each hand, was most valiantly fighting the wind on the pinnacle of the barn. In the meantide, Ichabod would carry on his suit with the daughter by the side of the spring under the great elm, or sauntering along in the twilight, that hour so favorable to the lover's eloquence. I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration. Some seem to have one vulnerable point, or door of access; while others have a =thousand avenues, and may be captured in a =thousand different ways. It is a great triumph of skill to gain the former, but still greater proof of generalship to maintain possession of the latter, for a man must battle for his fortress at every door and window. He who wins a =thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero. Certain it is, this was not the case with the redoubtable =Brom =Bones; and from the moment Ichabod =Crane made his advances, the interests of the former evidently declined; his horse was no longer seen tied to the palings on =Sunday nights, and a deadly feud gradually arose between him and the preceptor of =Sleepy =Hollow. =Brom, who had a degree of rough chivalry in his nature, would fain have carried matters to open warfare, and have settled their pretensions to the lady according to the mode of those most concise and simple reasoners, the knights-errant of yore, by single combat; but =Ichabod was too conscious of the but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail on a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands. On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun. For some time =Rip lay musing on this scene; evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of =Dame =Van =Winkle. As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance hellooing, =Rip =Van =Winkle! Rip =Van =Winkle ! =He looked around, but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the mountain. He thought his fancy must have deceived him, and turned again to descend, when he heard the same cry ring through the still evening air =Rip =Van =Winkle ! Rip =Van =Winkle ! , at the same time =Wolf bristled up his back, and giving a low growl skulked to his master's side, looking fear fully down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him: he looked anxiously in the same direction, and preceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some one of the neighborhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it. On nearer approach, he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short, square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique =Dutch fashion, a cloth jerkin strapped round the waist, several pair of breeches, the outer &&000 SILVER BURDETT & CO. (1928) 7TH GRADE SIL9287T.ASC THE PATHWAY TO READING SEVENTH READER by Bessie B. Coleman et al Source: US Office of Educ. Historical library Wash. DC. xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH July 1, 1993 &&111 What floor does he live on ? =Fred asked. On the fifth floor, sir, answered the child. In the back, sir. But I think he is really going away, sir. Well, no matter about that, said =Fred, smiling. I will go up and see him. I hope he won't have to go out in the storm. It is not good for little girls to go out in the storm either, he added. Does your mother know you are going out? Oh, yes, sir ! She has sent me to the =Sisters to try to get some medicine. Is she sick? asked =Fred quickly. Yes, sir, continued the child. What floor does she live on ? I will stop in and see her. Oh, you'll see her ! She's in the room too. Then you are Mr =Cressy's little girl ? Yes, sir. So =Fred patted her on the head and told her to hurry over to the Sisters on =Eleventh =Street. He gave her ten cents for carfare; then he opened the door for her, and as soon as she had left, he felt his way back to the staircase and climbed to the fifth floor. There he knocked upon a door which was soon opened by a man apparently =forty years of age, a man of slightly foreign appearance, with a careworn look, but with as honest a face as you could find anywhere. Is this Mr =Cressy ? asked =Fred. Yes, my name's =Cressy, replied the man. He spoke with so slight an accent that it was hardly noticeable. I am a reporter from the =Gazette, continued =Fred. Oh ! said the man. Come in, and as he spoke he looked somewhat embarrassed and anxious, for this was doubtless the first time he had had any dealings with a newspaper. Lying on a bed in an alcove was a woman who looked very ill, and piled in a corner near the door were a couple of boxes and a few pieces of All this time the boat was coming on; and now I was able to perceive it was the same boat and the same two men as yesterday. This I knew by their hair, which the one had of a bright yellow and the other black. But now there was a third man along with them, who looked to be of a better class. As soon as they were come within easy speech, they let down their sail and lay quiet. In spite of my supplications they drew no nearer in and, what frightened me most of all, the new man =tee-hee'd with laughter as he talked and looked at me. Then he stood up in the boat and addressed me a long while, speaking fast,and with many wavings of his hand. I told him I had no =Gaelic; and at this he became very angry, and I began to suspect he thought he was talking =English. Listening very close, I caught the word whateffer several times; but all the rest was =Gaelic and might have been =Greek and =Hebrew for me. Whatever, said I, to show him I had caught a word. Yes, yes, yes, yes, says he, and then he looked at the other men, as much as to say, I told you I spoke =English, and began again as hard as ever in the =Gaelic. This time I picked out another word, tide. =Then I had a flash of hope. I remembered he was always waving his hand towards the mainland of the =Ross. Do you mean when the tide is out, ? I cried, and could not finish. Yes, yes, said he. Tide. At that I turned tail-upon their boat where my adviser had once more begun to =tee-hee with laughter , leaped back the way I had come, from one stone to another, and set off running across the isle as I had never run before. In about half an hour r came out upon the shores of the creek; and, sure enough, it was shrunk into a little trickle of water, through which I dashed, not above my knees, and landed with a shout on the main island. ONE WHO WAS NOT AFRAID AND WHO SPOKE THE TRUTH Who are your heroes ? What did they do that you think heroic? You may never have heard of =Captain =Scott, but you will not soon forget him after reading this account of his life. Some =sixty years ago, =sixty-two, to be exact, there sailed out of a harbor on the =Chesapeake, near the town of =Snow =Hill, =Maryland, a craft carrying eight cords of wood, all on deck. She was what was known as a bay pungy, drawing but four feet of water, with a mast forward and a boom swinging loose. Aft of the stump of a bowsprit was a fo'castle the size of a dry goods box, in which slept the captain and crew. The captain was =Tommy =Scott, a lad of fifteen, strong, wellbuilt, and springy, with a look in his face of one who was not afraid and who spoke the truth; the crew was a negro boy of twelve. These two supplied the neighboring towns with wood in exchange for oysters and clams. Some years later a straight, clear-eyed young fellow, with a chest of iron, arms like can't hooks and thighs lashed with whip-cord and steel, shipped as common sailor aboard the schooner =Joh1l =Willetts, =Captain =Wever, =Master. He was seven years older than when he commanded the pungy, but the look quartered on her, would she kindly say so. The =Hessians were rough people and an exchange might be arranged. Gentlemen of his own acquaintance could be substituted. He himself was in Dr =Franklin's house. It was full of books, and good ones too. I thanked him but said I fancied she was =Whig enough to like the =Hessians better. On =Second =Street I bought a smock shirt, rough shoes, and coarse knit stockings, as well as a good snapsack, and, rolling them up securely, left them at home in the hayloft. My sword and other finery I must needs leave behind me. I had no friends to say good-by to. Quite late in the evening I merely ran in and kissed my aunt and received eight =hundred pounds in =English notes, her offering to the cause, which I was to deliver to the general. Her gift to me was one =hundred pounds in gold, just what she gave to my =Jack. The larger sum she had put aside by degrees. It embarrassed me, but to refuse it would have hurt her. I carefully packed my snapsack, putting the gold in bags at the bottom and covering it with the flannel shirts and extra shoes which made up my outfit. I could not resist taking my pistols, as I knew that to provide myself as well in camp would not be possible. The bank bills I concealed in my long stockings, and would gladly have been without them had I not seen how greatly this would disappoint my aunt. She counted, and wisely, on their insuring me a more than favorable reception. Lastly, I got me a small compass and some tobacco for =Jack. It must be hard for you in this happier day, when it is easy to get with speed anywhere on swift and well-horsed coaches, to imagine what even a small journey of a day or two meant for us. Men who rode carried horseshoes and nails. Those who drove had in the carriage ropes and a box of tools for repairs. I was perhaps better off than some who drove or rode in those days, for know how to use them. He made some tremendous leaps, and was so unused to the powerIul spring in his hind feet that he turned several complete somersaults in the air. =Molly feeds the family shortly after nightfall and always tucks them in, when leaving, with the caution to lie quiet and still. She is not often surprised with her young but lingers near on guard. You can easily tell if you are in the neighborhood of her nest by the way she thumps and watches you, and refuses to be driven off. Here she waits, and if anything smaller than a dog appears she rushes to meet it, stamping the ground in fury. A dog she will intercept by leaving a warm trail across his path, or, in case the brute has no nose for her scent, by throwing herself in front of him and drawing him off on a long chase. One day, as I was quietly picking wild strawberries on a hill, I heard a curious grunting down the side below me, then a quick thud ! thud ! of an angry rabbit. Among the bushes I caught a glimpse of rabbit ears. A fight was on. Crouching beside a bluish spot, which I knew to be a rabbit's nest, was a big yellow cat. He had discovered the young ones, and was making mouths at the thought of how they would taste, when the mother's thump startled him. He squatted flat, with ears back, tail swelled, and hair standing up along his back, as the rabbit leaped over him. It was a glimpse of =Molly's ears, as she made the jump, that I had caught. It was the beginning of the bout, only a feint by the rabbit, just to try the mettle of her antagonist. The cat was scared, and before he got himself together, =Molly, with a mighty bound, was in the air again, and, as she flashed over him, she fetched him a stunning whack on the head that knocked him endwise. He was on his feet in an instant, but just in time to receive a stinging blow on the ear that sent him sprawling several feet down the hill. The rabbit seemed constantly in the air. pay the public to visit the show. I usually paid them with marbles or lollipops. I was a very public-spirited museum director. And not only was I the director; I was the chairman, the curator, and the whole staff of naturalists. The thing I most enjoyed in the business was collecting the specimens for the museum. One day I'd be ornithologist and would go round the countryside, cutting down last year's birds nests together with the piece of tree or bush they were built on. Other days I'd be a geologist, collecting fossils and different kinds of rocks. And sometimes a botanist, hunting flower and leaf specimens. And every =Saturday night I was an astronomer, looking for falling stars through my father's opera glasses. I saw quite a number fall, but I never found where they fell, and consequently my museum was somewhat short on meteorites. But if the public were not very keen on visiting my museum, the rats and mice were. They thought my museum was a lovely place. They liked my collection so well, they even took parts of it away with them. For instance, they took the old birds nests, to make over into new ones for themselves. And that was what gave me the idea for the =Doctor =Dolittle stories called =The =Museum =Mouse and =The =Ratald =Mouse =Club, which I am some day going to write for you. Of course the rats and the mice didn't come to the museum in the regular visiting hours, from =9 to =5; they came in the middle of the night. Well, when my parents found out that my museum in the linen closet was so popular with the rats and mice, they decided that it ought to be closed to the public for the spring, for the spring cleaning, in fact. And when they discovered to what extent the rats and mice had made themselves at home in the ornithological department, they refused to allow the museum to be reopened in their house any more. One of the stories that my mother tells about this period of my with the finger tips as before. Lift the leaf up by the stem and lo ! you have a beautiful print of the leaf in permanent black ink. Add the name of the leaf and the date, and your trophy is ready for your notebook. The leaves which make the best prints are those of brambles, or of the elm or dogwood. Ferns are always successful. In preparing the smoked paper it is wise to make it very black; there should still be enough grease, however, to give it a shiny look. If there is too little smoke, the print is gray; if too much grease, it smears. The same black paper will do for many leaves, especially if the black be evened up between times by rubbing it with the finger tips. If a soft pad or sheet of blotting paper is placed under the white paper, the leaf makes a better print. A little practice enables any reasonably careful person to make the most exquisitely beautiful prints. THE HARE AND HOUNDS HUNT Read this account of how a hare and hounds hunt was carried on so that you can tell not only what these boys did but what any group of boys should always do in this game. You will have to think what is common to all such hunts and what was merely peculiar to this one. Try playing this game the very first time you are in the country and have the opportunity. The hare and hounds hunt is a fine outdoor sport which is very popular in =England but little known in this country. It is much like cross-country running, and is especially suitable for pleasant Winter days. As many boys as wish may participate in the hunt, but there should be at least six or eight to make it exciting. I recently witnessed a hare and hounds hunt, and it was so interesting that I am going to tell you about it. The boys were all gathered under a big tree on the outskirts of Nearly all nations had in ancient times their stories of great heroes, more like gods than men. Here is one of the hero myths that have come down to us from the =Scandinavian countries, a tale of magic, wonder, and brave deeds. Once in the heart of a deep forest there lived a dwarf named =Regin. His home was in a huge cave, and in the center of it was an enormous anvil, on which =Regin forged the keenest swords and the strongest armor in the world. For =Regin was the last of a race of powerful dwarfs who once lived beneath the earth, while above the sky, in =Valhalla, lived the never-aging gods. One evening while the dwarf sat in the firelight, playing upon his harp and singing of the heroes who were no more, he looked up suddenly and beheld, standing in the entrance to the cave, a glorious youth. He was so tall and strong and beautiful that in the dancing light of the fire he looked like one of the gods from =Valhalla, and =Regin bowed low in fearful awe. Then into the cave and up to the anvil stepped the stranger. Are you =Regin, the smith? he questioned. I am =Sigurd the =Volsung, and my mother, =Queen =Heoris, has sent me to you that I may learn the forging of mighty swords, the meaning of magic words, and the songs of the heroes of old. corner. Disappointment creates ill-humor; it was so with the =Indians. They took the men's guns out of their hands, fired them off at their feet, and then, with savage laughter, laid them down again. They took the men's hats off their heads, and after strutting about with these for some time, jeeringly gave them back to their owners. All this time they never interfered with me, but I felt that every insult offered to my men was an indirect insult offered to myself. The day after the women went off, I ordered one of the men to try to cook something for us; for we had eaten nothing since our arrival except a few raw roots which we had managed to get unobserved. But the kettle was no sooner on the fire than five or six spears bore off the contents in savage triumph. The =Indians even emptied out the water and threw the kettle on one side. And this was no sooner done than =thirty or =forty ill-favored wretches fired a volley into the embers before us, causing a cloud of smoke and ashes to ascend, a strong hint not to put the kettle on the fire any more, and we took it. At this time the man who had cut the venison picked up his knife to put it away. Instantly one of the Indians called =Eyacktana, a bold and turbulent chief, snatched it out of his hand. The man in an angry tone demanded his knife, saying to me, I'll have my knife from the villain, life or death. No, said I. The chief, seeing the man angry, threw down his robe, and grasping the knife with the point downwards, raised his arm, making a motion in advance as if he intended using it. The crisis had now arrived ! At this moment there was a dead silence. The Indians were flocking in from all quarters; a dense crowd surrounded us. Nothing now seemed to remain for us but to sell our lives as dearly as possible. With this thought in mind I grasped a pistol and advanced a step towards the villain who held the knife, fully From his perch =Alec now caught sight of the red jacket on the other side of the brook. It was a sorry sight, torn, trampled, and muddy. Look, =Hetty ! He's spoiled your new jacket. What a shame ! Let him, answered the girl. =That jacket has paid for itself. It saved both our lives. But after ten minutes more, which the bull filled with his terrifying antics, =Hetty began to notice that twilight was setting in. The prospect of being treed all night by this persistent bull was a serious one, more especially as she had no coat to wear. She fixed her eyes regretfully on the wreck of her jacket. She wondered if her father would come to the rescue. But he would not search for her on this rough country trail; he would expect her, as usual, to keep to the road. There was no house within a mile or more. It would be useless to call for help; anyone who could hear such a call would have long since heard the roars of the bull. A faint glimmer of hope came to =Hetty when the bull seemed at last to weary of the one-sided game he was playing. Rejoining the herd, he led it back to the red jacket, which he again attacked. As he was waving it on his horns and flinging it to the ground and trampling it under his hoofs, =Hetty and =Alec suddenly became aware of a new spectator. A large, wide-antlered buck had emerged from the woods and seemed to be watching in astonishment the strange antics of the bull. Oh, what a big buck ! cried =Alec. Hetty looked and exclaimed, My, aren't the deer getting thick nowadays! Let's make a noise and frighten him away before the bull gets after him. No, said =Alec with decision. Let's see what the bull's going to do. The deer can run away fast enough if he wants to. &&000 WHEELER'S LITERARY READERS (1924) 7th grade WHE9247T.ASC by William Iler Crane et al 7th grade basal Source: US Office of Education Historical Library Wash. DC Xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH July 1, 1993 &&111 Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No:, men, high-minded men, With povvers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude,, Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain; These constitute a =State; And sovereign law, that =State's collected will, Over thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. Smit by her sacred frown, The fiend, =Dissension, like a vapor sinks; And even the all-dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks. How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the redcoats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night rode =Paul =Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every =Middlesex village and farm,, A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore ! For, borne on the night-wind of the =Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of =Paul =Revere. All of you have probably read the story of =Aladdin's =Lamp from the =Arabian =Nights. You will remember that when =Aladdin rubbed his lamp, a fairy called a =Genius came from it, and at once fulfilled any wish of =Aladdin's. This fairy built a palace for =Aladdin in a moment, so the story says. Now in this poem Mr =Lowell intends to tell us that the wonderful things that boys and girls imagine are greater riches than any that manhood or womanhood can possibly possess. When he was a boy, he tells us, he had, like =Aladdin,, a lamp. He means, of course, his imagination, which, like =Aladdin's lamp, at once brought him anything he wished, palaces, travel, riches and castles in =Spain, which is a saying that means our daydreams of splendid things we hope sometime to possess. All this is what his boyhood gave him. But when manhood came, he worked hard and secured money and power. Yet he would give it all for his boyhood again, so that he could dream dreams like =Aladdin's, for manhood was too serious a problem to let him dream boyhood's dreams any more. If you will try hard to understand this poem, sometime, when you grow up to be serious men and women, you may think as =Lowell thought, and dearly wish that you could trade all you possess for boyhood or girlhood again. the anxious spectators could see the fate of the encounter. When the fight became visible, half the knights on each side were dismounted, some by the dexterity of their adversary's lance, some by the superior weight and strength of opponents, which had borne down both horse and man, some lay stretched on earth as if never more to rise, some had already gained their feet, and were closing hand to hand with those of their antagonists who were in the same predicament, and several on both sides, who had received wounds by which they were disabled, were stopping their blood with their scarfs, and endeavoring to extricate themselves from the tumult. The mounted knights, whose lances had been almost all broken by the fury of the encounter, were now closely engaged with their swords, shouting their war cries and exhanging buffets, as if honor and life depended on the issue of the combat. The tumult was presently increased by the advance of the second rank on either side, which, acting as reserve, now rushed on to aid their companions. The followers of =Brian de =Bois-Guilbert shouted, =Ha ! =Beau-seant! =Beau-seant! For the =Temple, For the =Temple ! The opposite party shouted in answer, =Desdichado! =Desdichado! which watchword they took from the motto upon their leader's shield. The champions thus encountering each other with the utmost fury, and with alternate success, the tide of battle seemed to flow now toward the southern, It is very interesting to watch a group of men or boys who are compelled to undergo a prolonged hardship or to keep on and on at a tiresome task. All of them will start out bravely, but when the way grows long or the task tiresome, it is easy to pick out the real men or boys,, the men or boys who are too proud to weaken. It is also easy to pick out the quitters, or those who have too little pride to keep from grumbling and from showing to their companions what a quitter really is. The longer the journey, the harder the task, the greater the determination of a brave man or boy to set his teeth and show that he is not a quitter. A brave man or boy would rather die in his tracks than let his companions see that he lacks the courage and the determination to carry on. It is said that, in one of =Napoleon's great battles, a dispatch rider who was only a lad dashed up to =Napoleon and handed him a dispatch. Napoleon took it and read it. Then, looking at the lad, he saw that he was pale and bleeding. =Napoleon said to the lad, You're wounded. The boy replied quietly, =Nay, =Sire, I'm killed, and dropped dead at =Napoleon's feet. He was too brave and too proud to quit. He died in his tracks without fighting his pack. =The =Boy =Scouts of =American are taught to carry on, not to fight their packs, never to get a grouch, and to be ashamed to be a quitter. It is a noble institution, and one to which every live boy should belong. in which the ark of the covenant of our country is lodged, its final uplifting and its regeneration. But a few days later, =I visited a quiet country home. It was just a simple, modest house, sheltered by big trees and encircled by meadow and field, rich with the promise of harvest. The fragrance of the pink and of the hollyhock in the front yard was mingled with the aroma of the orchard and of the garden, and resonant with the =cluck of poultry and the hum of bees. Inside the house were thrift, comfort, and that cleanliness which is next to godliness. There was the old clock that had held its steadfast pace amid the frolic of weddings, that had welcomed in steady measure every newcomer to the family, that had kept company with the watches at the bedside, and that had ticked the solemn requiem of the dead. There were the big, restful beds and the open fireplace, and the old family =Bible, thumbed with the fingers of hands long since still, and blurred with the tears of eyes long since closed, holding the simple annals of the family and the heart and the conscience of the home. Outside the house stood the master, a simple, upright man, with no mortgage on his roof, and no lien on his growing crops; master of his lands and master of himself. Near by stood his aged father, happy in the heart and home of his son. And as they started to the house, the old man's hand rested on the young man's shoulder, laying there the unspeakable blessing The =Holy =Grail, according to an old story, was the emerald cup out of which the =Savior drank at the last supper with his disciples. After his death, the cup was placed in the care of =Joseph of =Arimathea =ar-l-ma-the'a who took it to =England, where it remained for many years, with pious pilgrims coming to see and worship it. The keeper of the cup had to be sinless. But one of the keepers committed a sin, and the cup vanished. Throughout the =Middle =Ages, it was a common thing for knights to take a vow to search for the =Holy =Grail and not to sleep in a bed till they had found it. Sir =Launfal had made such a vow. And now the spirit of =June, that makes everything want to do and to be, makes =Sir =Launfal determine to keep his vow. And this brings us to the real story, in =Part =I. Sir =Launfal, who is a young knight,, the poet calls him a maiden knight, which means an inexperienced knight,, calls for his shining armor. But meanwhile, in keeping with his vow, he lies down on a bed of rushes, hoping that a vision will come to him in his sleep, for knights in search of the =Holy =Grail always looked for a vision to tell them what to do and where to search. A vision is a kind of dream in which, usually, something is foretold or in which one is directed how to do certain things. Sir =Launfal falls asleep on his rushes, and a vision comes to him, for you must know that the whole story is just a =7Jision that =Sir =Launfal had, and that the things told did not really happen to him. It will help you to understand this poem if you keep in mind that the poet is really telling us two stories. First, , the story of the real =Sir =Launfal who goes to sleep a young knight and dreams this whole story, and wakes in the morning only one night older. This dream or vision is so real to him and makes such a lasting impression on him that he learns in a single night the wonderful lessons that the imaginary =Sir =Launfal would learn in a lifetime This selection is taken from =The =Oregon =Trail, an interesting book by =Francis =Parkman, a famous =American historian, who was born in =Boston in =1823 and died at =Jamaica =Plain, in =Boston, in =1893. The =Oregon =Trail describes a trip taken by Mr =Parkman across the great western plains while they were yet unsettled. If you can find a map of the =United =States made about =1850, you will see that the great tract of land between the =Mississippi =River and the =Rocky =Mountains is called =The =Great =Plains. =Except for settlements along the =Mississippi, this great stretch of land, now covered with fine farms and =hundreds of towns,with all that modern civilizatic n brings, was largely uninhabited, except bands of Indians, who bitterly fought the advance of the white man's civilization. But these great rolling plains had other tenants. They were covered with vast herds of buffaloes, or =American bison. There were =millions of these noble animals. Sometimes they were seen in herds numbering ten =thousand buffaloes. And when the first railroad trains erossecl the plains as late as =1877, the great herds running along, compelled the trains to stop until the buffaloes passed. But years after the first railroad crossed the =Gleat =Plains, the buffaloes were no more. Hunters killed them by thousands for their hides, leaving the carcasses to rot on the ground or to be devoured by wolves. Now there is not a wild buffalo to be found on the =Great =Plains where, in =1877, there were =millions. =The =Oregon =Trail, by =Parkman, describes the trail across blocked the sun, the rain, and the weather. In that open and deserted corner of the square, the broad front of the great beast, his trunk, his tusks, his =SiZC, his four legs like columns, produced at night, under the starry sky, a startling and terrible outline. One knew not what it meant. But it was gloomy, mysterious, and immense. Few strangers visited this edifice, no passer-by looked at it. It was falling into ruin. Every season, pieces of plaster dropping from its sides made hideous wounds upon it. There it stood in its corner, gloomy, sick, crumbling, surrounded by a rotten railing; a lath was sticking out from the tail, the tall grass flourished between its legs; and as the level of the square had been rising for =thirty years all about it, by that slow and continuous movement which insensibly raises the soil of great cities, it stood in a hollow, and it looked as if the ground were giving way beneath it. It was huge, despised, repulsive, and superb. As we have said, night changed its appearance. As soon as twilight fell, the old elephant became transfigured; and he assumed a tranquil and terrible form in the fearful serenity of the shadows. Being of the past, he was of the night; and this obscurity was in keeping with his grandcur. It was towards this corner of the square, dimly lighted by the reflection of a distant lamp, that =Gavroche directed the two children. As they came near the colossus, =Gavroche comprehended the effect which night, they trembled with fear lest awful creatures should snatch them off the deck in the dark and devour them. No wonder they wanted to sail back ! Now you must picture the scared sailors and the mate holding a meeting to try to get the admiral to turn around and sail back before it was too late. They send the mate to ask him to do so. Now see the mate, as, very fearful, he approaches =Columbus on the high deck, and says to him in a frightened voice, Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone; Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say? meaning, What shall I tell the sailors ? Can you see the determined =Columbus, as with stern face, he looks around, and in a terrible voice, says,, Why, say: Sail on! sail on! and on! Now read stanza =2. You will see that the mate again begs him to turn back. Read what the mate says. You can see that, in his terror, he is almost weeping. Note the question he asks,, What shall I say to the men , brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn? Now listen to =Columbus as he roars,, Why, you shall say at break of day, Sail on! sail on ! sail on! ! and on ! The mate goes back to the men, and the admiral stands on the deck still watching ahead, and the brave little ship sails on. Days pass. Then the mate comes again to the Admiral. Note what he says in stanza =3. You can see that he is so terrified that he is almost in teals. &&000 WINSTON Co. (1931) 7TH GRADE WIN9317T.ASC THE BECKONING ROAD BOOK VII by Sydney V. Rowland, et al Source: US Office of Education Historical Library Wash. DC xeroxed scanned edited by DPH July 1, 1993 &&111 of how man disturbs the natural balance, usually beyond repair. Along the shores of =Lake =Ontario, in =New =York =State, is a large tract of marshy ground that is pretty well left alone by man and that is filled with a variety of wild life. The story goes back =fifty years. Wild ducks and other waterfowl made the marsh a breeding ground, and they were there by the =thousands. In the waters of the marsh were snapping turtles; on the drier places and in the woods about the marsh were skunks in abundance. They all got along together. The snapping turtles laid their eggs in accessible places on the ground, as did also the wild ducks. The skunks ate about =ninety-five per cent of the turtle eggs, and thus kept the number of turtles within reasonable limits; and the turtles that survived the skunks subsisted on their natural foods. But one day our style makers decided to make skunk fur the style. Farm boys began to trap skunks in the marsh. The skins brought high prices. More trappers came in. Several years passed, and the skunk population near the marsh began to dwindle until eventually it was almost wiped out. With no skunks about to eat their eggs, the snapping turtles began to rear huge families. Very soon they overran the whole place. They cleaned up the young ducks, until all but a few ducks vanished. Then the snappers turned to other living things they hadn't previously disturbed. The marsh became almost deserted by breeding birds. You will find it easier and perhaps more interesting to work in groups when planning for the play. Make a list on the blackboard of the various things that must be done before you give your play. There will be stage, furniture, costumes, music, invitations, seating arrangements, ushers, and perhaps refreshments afterwards. Choose the work you would enjoy most. Separate into groups. Let each group plan its work. Make a report to the class. Help each other by constructive criticisms. The materials you use for costumes need not be expensive, but they should be attractively used. Color combinations in paper can be very artistic. On the stage beautiful effects can be secured by a clever use of setting and lights. This group will do well to consult magazines for colored pictures that show a clever use of materials and lights. On the stage every detail is important. See what you can do with the materials about you. A great artist once said, =No material is common if you know how to use it. The actors can direct one another. Notice how the lines are spoken and the way the speaker acts. How would =King =Corum speak? Or maybe you are =Peter =Simple, then surely there will be nothing kingly about your manner. Music before the curtain goes up the first time and after the play is over always adds pleasure. Your invitations may be formal or very informal, depending upon the nature of your entertainment. As for refreshments, they can be sandwiches and cakes made by members of the cooking class. However, there need be no refreshments. Whatever you do, do it yourselves if you want to have the greatest possible fun. careful, exact twisting and turnings. She looked on her work and saw that it was good. Her mother, coming out on the porch, stopped in amazement. Why =Betsy ! What is the matter? What has gone wrong? For =Betsy sat with the tears rolling down her cheeks, looking at the bit of braid lying on her lap. She started at the sound of her mother's voice and sprang to her feet, holding out the precious braid, =Look! Look, =Mother! See how fine and smooth it is! And isn't it exactly like the =Dunstable =Patent? Mrs =Metcalf put her arms about =Betsy. It is exactly like the =Dunstable =Patent. I am proud of my girl, proud not only of her skill but of her persistence. And how pleased father will be! And Aunt =Karen! I must run upstairs and show her ! That evening when Mr =Metcalf had finished his supper, =Betsy said shyly, =Father, I have something to show you. She laid down before him the bit of finished braid. Her father looked at it with eyes suddenly dim. Well, well, you did it, didn't you, =Betsy? was all he could manage at the moment. But after the braid had gone the round of the table for all to see and admire, he went on: =You have learned much more, daughter, than how to braid oat straw. But before you braid any more, you had better see Mrs =Whipple and ask if you are poaching on her preserves. =Virginia into the =Ohio country, =Tennessee, Indiana, and =Kentucky. The same wagons were those, except for slight modernization respecting springs, which carried children of those colonial pioneers into Illinois, Iowa, =Wisconsin, down south to the Indian =Territory, north to =Michigan, and which a generation later made the mighty trail across to the =Pacific =Ocean. Where are you going? we asked =Phillips. =Florida, he answered briefly,as if words cost money. Where are you from? Tennessee, and he named a little farm village in a poor upland part of the state. What are you going to do in =Florida? we asked. =Wa-al, we aim to work our stock for a while. If we kin sell them, we'll go on down =Miami way. We thanked =Phillips and his wife and made faces at the children, who giggled and made faces at us. And then we talked to =Abudiah =Dyer, who with his wife and three children came from the same part of =Tennessee. How long have you been on the way? we asked of =Adubiah. Only two days before we had passed through his village, and we had fretted at the slowness of our progress over the bad roads. Little over three weeks, =Adubiah drawled. Steadily plodding along, camping wherever darkness found them, cooking their slender meals over scrap-wood fires, slowly and surely they were getting toward that land where, as they understood, fortunes grew upon the coconut palms and were as easy to pick as a scarlet hibiscus blossom from its six-foot bush. the boatman's three-year-old son sprawled among a family of chickens. Small son was tied about the waist with a strong rope, the other end of which had been fastened to a table leg in the cabin of the boat. This was to prevent his falling into the river when mother was busy with other matters. Each of the chickens was tied likewise, and =Je-Je thought it most amusing to watch the strings pull them back whenever they leaned too far over the edge after floating scraps. By evening they reached the city of =Wuhu. There they spent the night. In the early morning they found their places in the launch bound for =Nanking. =Je-Je was frightened by the tall river steamers and great brown junks which towered all about them. And when they boarded the launch, she caught timidly at her father's sleeve, for everyone knew that the river dragon disliked particularly these small, steaming creatures that dared to run up and down his broad highway, and had neither sails nor oars with which he might drag them to destruction. At =Nanking her father called to two ricksha runners, and =Je-Je stared at them with wide-open eyes. They were the first she had ever seen. They lowered the shafts of the small vehicles at the feet of the passengers. Father placed =Je-Je in the first one, gave the runner his orders, then followed in the other. Along the =Great =Horse =Road they glided until =Nanking's =Drum =Tower was reached. They passed through its gateway, ran down a long, winding hill, and then, turn Was I really awake! From the window I could see a queer black stream, like tar or molasses, pouring steadily down the mountain side. What could it be? I left the house and walked out to the fence. As I looked, the steady, dark stream came nearer. Ants! I realized in a flash that I was about to witness the moving of an ant colony. Here before me was just the thing I had doubted in the tales the old =Arkansas settler had so earnestly told me. Being a =Northerner, new in that section of the =Ozarks, I was somewhat incredulous, and the old fellow had patiently said, I reckon you-all has got a ot t learn. If you are lucky, maybe you will see this here ant moving day as I did when I was a boy. There were his ants, =millions of them streaming down the mountain side. Why were they moving? Where were they going? While I watched them, my interest changed suddenly to complete horror. In true ant style, they were traveling a straight and narrow path. The house lay in that path! Could it actually be true that they would not turn aside for a house? Nearer they came, and nearer, till I rushed into the house and shut the doors and windows. Up the porch they boldly marched. Across the porch floor to the wall of the house they came, and that lies on the outskirts of =Chicago. A strange place, surely, is this to one who approaches it unprepared a place where yellow eyes glare out of deep shadows, where fire-dragons rush at you with crunchings and snortings, where the air hisses and roars. It might be some demon menagerie there in the darkness. To this place of fears and pitfalls I came an hour or so before starting time, and here I found =Dan =White one of the =Northwestern crackajacks, giving the last, careful touches to locomotive =908 before the night's hard run. In almost our first words my heart was won by something =White said. I had mentioned =Frank =Bullard of the =Burlington road, a rival by all rights, and immediately this bluff, broad-shouldered man exclaimed, =Ah, he's a fine fellow, =Bullard is, and he knows how to run an engine. White would fight =Bullard at the throttle to any finish, but would speak only good words of him. Tell me, said I, about the great run you made the other night. From a dozen lips I had heard of =White's tremendous dash from =Chicago to =Clinton, Iowa. Oh, it wasn't much; we had to make the time up, and we did it. Didn't we, =Fred? This to the fireman, who nodded in assent, but said nothing. You made a record, didn't you? Well, we went one =hundred =thirty-eight miles in one =hundred =forty-three minutes; that included three stops and two slowdowns. I don't know as anybody has beaten that, much. brother, for the little girl had hurried away after giving him the chickens, could not tell which =Leghorn suffered the guillotine first. His sanguinary work being done, the little girl returned and carried the dead fowls into the coal shed, where she tied their legs together and hung them over a nail. Early next morning the eldest brother was awakened by a prolonged falsetto crow, the familiar, disturbing salute of the chanticleer he had beheaded the night before! Puzzled and wondering, he got up, ran to the eastern window of the attic, and looked down upon the yard. An amazing discovery repaid his promptness. For, as the chicken once more raised its voice, he saw the mysterious rooster was still alive! So was =Sassy! They were combined in one and the same bird! Two innocent chickens had been sacrificed! So, until the next spring, =Sassy continued to disturb the family with the annoying habits of a crowing hen. But when the depleted flock could not furnish half the eggs the family needed, she took it upon herself to lay one daily, and was considerate enough to make it unnecessary for the little girl to go out and bring it in by leaving it in the box behind the kitchen stove, in the linen barrel in the hallway, or on the bed. Then she found an appreciative friend in the little girl's mother, who, whenever she heard a proud, discordant announcement, half crow, half cackle, blessed the little white hen as she hurried to secure the offering. One afternoon during =Sassy's egg-laying career, the little girl remembered that her best thick dress was In the face of such weather, threatening at any time to close the narrows with a drifting ice pack that neither boat nor sled could battle through, =Pap succumbed at last to the arguments of =Dan and =Martha. It was arranged that he should go to the mainland to live with them, at least for the winter, two weeks before =Thanksgiving. Young =Bruce was, of course, to go along. But on the day set for their going the second storm within a week swept down the coast, churning =White =Point =Narrows into a seething cauldron of choppy, high-heaped waves, gray mountains of vicious water with white frothy crests flattened by the fury of the wind. Pap sat in the kitchen of the weathered gray house all that forenoon and moped. Gill nets, spread out for mending, lay neglected on the floor. At intervals =Pap took up the tangled nets, searched out the broken meshes, and resumed work with the hand-hewn bobbin, but only in a slow, indifferent fashion, and each time after a few brief minutes he let the nets fall again, kicked them aside in a snarled heap. Even =Young =Bruce, curled at his feet or roving restlessly about the room, could not divert him. This was =Pap's last day on =Fox Island, and he knew it. It was all very well to talk about coming back in the spring, but once on the mainland with =Dan and =Martha, he would be argued out of that. He looked about the kitchen, stared down at the heap of torn nets and groaned. =Seventy-five years, three quarters of a At this he gave a start. Maybe they had stolen the kitchen stove. He ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. But no, there it stood in the dim starlight, nicely blacked, the way old =Mary always left it, with no more notion of stirring than the big anchor, half buried in the lawn, that his Uncle =Peter had brought there from his last ship. Well, if the stove was still there, maybe his bed was. He ran back upstairs, and dashed to open the door. No, it wasn't. Good gracious! Now he was really a little scared. He decided he would go and tell Uncle =Peter. and find out, Oh, mercy! Suppose that Uncle =Peter had disappeared, too, like the bed! This did scare him really and truly, so that he could barely stagger across the hall to his uncle's door, and turn the knob. Uncle =Peter always kept a night light burning, and by its light the little boy could see him plainly, oh, so beautifully, comfortably asleep, as only deaf people can sleep, and snoring so loudly and so enjoyingly, as only old sea captains can snore. It made the little boy all right again, just in a minute, to look at him. Nothing much could be the matter with Uncle =Peter sleeping like that. He drew a long breath, stepped out again into the hall, and shut the door behind him. It would be a sin to wake anybody who was having such a sleep as that. But all the same, it didn't get him back his bed. Then he had another idea that explained everything perfectly. This was all a dream, and he'd wake Then =Massett would drop in and walk around the dog admiringly for a few minutes and absorb his beauties. =Murchison, he would say, do you know what that dog is? That dog is a pure cross between a =Siberian wolfhound and a =Newfoundland. You treat that dog right and you'll have a fortune in him. Why, a pure =Siberian wolfhound is worth a =thousand dollars, and a good, a really good, =Newfoundland, mind you, is worth two =thousand, and you've got both in one dog. That's three =thousand dollars worth of dog! In the next six months =Fluff grew. He broadened out and lengthened and heightened, and every day or two =Brownlee or =Massett would discover a new strain of dog in him. They pointed out to =Murchison all the marks by which he could tell the different kinds of dog that were combined in =Fluff, and every time they discovered a new one they held a sort of jubilee, and bragged and swelled their chests. They seemed to spend all their time thinking up odd and strange