&&000 AMER. BOOK CO. (1936) AMR9368T.ASC LIVING AND SERVING by Lillin W. Leavell et al Source: xeroxed, scanning, edited by DPH June 29, 1993 &&111 Throughout her grammar and high school days, =Miss =Chase did drive =Constancy to and from pasture and at evening had to seek her in swamp and thicket. She went to =Augusta with her father and dined at the =Governor's =Mansionjust as she has told us in this story. Miss =Chase, descended from splendid =New =Englanders, is a teacher of =English and a well-known writer. She writes truthfully of life in =New =England, which she knows from experience. It was probably not by accident that =Constancy had lost herself in the pasture swamp; but if it was and =Cynthia wished to be charitable , it was an accident that was fast developing into a confirmed habit. Of late =Cynthia's patience had been sorely tried. At least on three nights out of seven, to state the minimum, =Constancy had been knee-deep in the swamp at milking-time. =Cynthia, who had prided herself upon =Constancy's distinctness from the other cows in the pasture, began to wish her charge less original. Benny =Webster's =Co-boss! screamed in a crescendo from the top rail of the pasture fence, seldom failed to bring forth a horned procession, which emerged like =Roderick's himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl. =Rip had but one question more to ask; and he put it with a faltering voice: =Where's your mother? Oh, she too had died but a short time since; she broke a blood vessel in a fit of passion at a =New =England peddler. There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man could contain himself no longer. He caught his daughter and her child in his arms. I am your father! cried he. Young =Rip =Van =Winkle once; old =Rip =Van =Winkle now! Does nobody know poor =Rip =Van =Winkle? All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow and, peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, Sure enough it is =Rip =Van =Winkle, it is himself! Welcome home again, old neighbor. Why, where have you been these twenty long years? =Rip's story was soon told, for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night. The neighbors stared when they heard it; some were seen to wink at each other and put their tongues in their cheeks; and the self-important man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was over, had returned to the field, screwed down the corners of his mouth, and In this essay =Theodore =Roosevelt =1858'1919 tells us how to preserve national unity. Home-Maker by =Inheritance, in another part of your book, is about this many sided man, who was our twenty-sixth =President. It seems a pity to have to use the word class, because there are really no classes in our =American life in the sense in which the word class is used in =Europe. Our social and political systems do not admit of them in theory, and in practice they exist only in a very fluid state. In most =European countries classes are separated by rigid boundaries, which can be crossed but rarely, and with the utmost difficulty and peril. Here the boundaries cannot properly be said to exist, and are certainly so fluctuating and evasive, so indistinctly marked, that they cannot be appreciated when seen near by. Any =American family which lasts a few generations will be apt to have representatives in all the different classes. The great business men, even the great professional men, and especially the great statesman and sailors and soldiers, are very apt to spring from among the farmers or wage-workers, and their kinsfolk remain near the old home or at the old trade; In =February of =Theodore's sophomore year his father died. Six weeks later the boy wrote to his mother: I have just been looking over a letter of my dear father's in which he wrote to me, Take care of your morals first, your health next, and finally your studies. I do not think I ever could do anything wrong while I have his letters. The deep reach of his father's influence may have been responsible for many things. During the three and one-half years at college when =Theodore taught a =Sunday =School class, the only boys class with regular attendance, was he likely to forget his father's wholesome, joyous religion: the envied =Cubby-hole for family prayers, his father's years as a =Sunday =School teacher, and the informal private =Sunday =School held with the children in the woods on vacation rambles? And when =Theodore went into college sports, rowing, boxing, running, wrestling, was it partly because his father had told him he must Make his body ? Your morals, your health, and finally your studies! Was that sentence one of the spurs that made =Theodore win his =Phi =Beta =Kappa key for scholarship? And was the urge to his early marriage, the =October after graduation, partly intensified by the steady love he had seen between his parents? 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 =Flanders; this breastplate, Well I remember the day! once saved my life in a skirmish; Here in front you can see the very dint of the bullet Fired point-blank at my heart by a =Spanish =arcabucero. Thereupon answered =John =Alden, but looked not up from his writing: Truly the breath of the =Lord hath slackened the 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; That is because I have done it myself and not left it to others. Serve yourself, would you be well served, is an excellent adage; If you give me your attention I will tell you what I am : I'm a genuine philanthropist, all other kinds are sham. Each little fault of temper and each social defect In my erring fellow creatures, I endeavor to correct. To all their little weaknesses I open people's eyes, And little plans to snub the self-sufficient I devise; I love my fellow creatures, I do all the good I can, Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man! And I can't think why! To compliments inflated I've a withering reply; And vanity I always do my best to mortify; A charitable action I can skillfully dissect; And interested motives I'm delighted to detect. I know everybody's income and what everybody earns, And I carefully compare it with the income tax returns; Work can be more interesting than any game of baseball or football. Perhaps this is because deep within man's nature is an urge that can be best satisfied by doing and achieving. Thomas =Edison, intent upon some work in his laboratory, often forgot to eat and sleep. =Luther =Burbank was just as much interested in his experiments with flowers and fruit trees. There are a few people who seem content to do the same thing in the same way year after year, provided they can make a living by so doing. Such people, however, usually have an interest outside their work. It may be a hobby such as carpentry or gardening. It may be an interest and absorption in one of the arts such as music, painting, or literature. Charles =Lamb worked as a clerk in the =East India =House to earn bread and butter. His real work consisted of the essays and letters that came from his pen and that have delighted the world for more than a century. But the most satisfying work is that which provides an outlet for all one's special abilities, work in which one can grow and develop. Just as no two leaves of a tree are exactly alike, so no two people are exactly alike in their mental capacities. Each person bydeveloping thepowerswithin him can make his own unique contribution to the world. Most young people enjoy observing and reading about different kinds of work. In the following pages you will catch glimpses of different occupations. The woodpecker insolently put one claw on the toast. But there was a winnowing of wings from over the top of the house, and four of the snowy stable pigeons settled down beside him on the lawn. In noisy wrath the woodpecker flew back to the tree. The foremost pigeon was reaching for the oft-disputed trophy when the kitchen cat loafed around corner of the veranda, and the pigeons arose from their untasted feast. As the cat minced lazily forward, our big collie, =Sandy, had leaped from the floor beside my chair. The cat swelled her tail to three times its wanted size, scratched her tormentor's nose and fled. Sandy smelled at the toast scornfully, and returned to his place beside my chair. It was then that the chipping sparrow slipped unobtrusively back to capture the toast. This incident made me realize how completely our =Sunnybank birds have admitted us into their daily lives. Again and again sparrows or wrens hop to our very feet as we are at breakfast in our veranda corner. If they find no crumbs they stand and scold us shrilly until they are fed. No fewer than eleven couples built nests in our veranda vines last spring. Perhaps it is because crumbs and suet have been scattered for them all winter for more than three quarters of a century. My parents began to keep voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chimes die away , they have endured but an instant, and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appalls; and, to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gayeties of the other apartments. But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy stopping of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the =Elizabeth. He had a varied and adventurous youth. As a very young man he visited =Scotland with =Walsingham, and thus formed his first acquaintance with =King =James. The =Scottish king would have taken him into his service; but there were difficulties with =Elizabeth, and young =Cary consequently went to the =Low =Countries with the =Earl of =Essex. When =Mary of =Scots was beheaded he was chosen to carry =Elizabeth's explanations to =James in =Scotland. In =1589, being very hard up, he wagered =2'000 with another courtier that he would walk the =300 miles to =Berwick in twelve days. He won his bet, and thereafter, he tells us, was enabled to live for some time at =Court like a gentleman. He must have been no mean pedestrian, and that in an age when the gentry rode too habitually to walk well. After that he crossed the =Channel again with =Essex, and commanded a regiment with some distinction, so that he was knighted on the field by his general. When the =French war was ended he found himself without employment and considerably in debt. He was lucky enough, however, to be appointed successor to old =Lord =Scroop, the =Warden of the =West =Marches. The =Scottish border was at that time divided into three =Wardenships, the =East =Marches, from the sea to the =Great =Cheviot; the =Middle &&000 BOBBS-MERRILL READERS (1923) 8TH READER BOB9238T.ASC By Clara B. Baker and Edna D. Baker NOTE! cannot be certain this is for 8th grade !! Source: Columbia TC xerox, scan, edit by DPH 1-6-93 &&111 See that you bring us the =Prodigal =Son from his fasting and famine, . And, too, the =Foolish =Virgin, who slept when the bride-groom was coming. . Farewell ! answered the maiden, and, smiling, with =Basil descended Down to the river's brink, where the boatmen already were waiting. Thus beginning their journey with morning, and sunshine, and gladness, Swiftly they followed the flight of him who was speeding before them, Blown by the blast of fate like a dead leaf over the desert. Not that day, nor the next, nor yet the day that succeeded, Found they trace of his course, in lake or forest or river, Nor, after many days, had they found him; but vague and uncertain Rumors alone were their guides through a wild and desolate country; Till, at the little inn of the =Spanish town of =Adayes, weary and worn, they alighted, and learned from the garrulous landlord That on the day before, with horses and guides and companions, =Gabriel left the village, and took the road of the prairies. Westward the =Oregon flows and the =Walleway and =Owyhee. Eastward, with devious course, among the =Wind-river =Mountains, Through the =Sweet-water =Valley precipitate leaps the =Nebraska; And to the south, from =Fontaine-qui-bout and the =Spanish sierras, Fretted with sands and rocks, and swept by the wind of the desert, Numberless torrents, with ceaseless sound, descend to the ocean, Like the great chords of a harp, in loud and solemn vibrations. Spreading between these streams are the wonderous, beautiful prairies, Billowy bays of grass ever rolling in shadow and sunshine, Bright with luxuriant clusters of roses and purple amorphas. Over them wandered the buffalo herds, and the elk and the roebuck; FIVE years ago in the =Bitterroot =Mountains of Idaho there was a beautiful little foal. His coat was bright bay; his legs, mane, and tail were glossy black, coal black and bright bay, so they called him =Coaly-Bay. =Coaly-Bay sounds like =Kolibey, which is an =Arab title of nobility, and those who saw the handsome colt, and did not know how he came by the name, thought he must be of =Arab blood. No doubt he was, in a far-away sense; just as all our best horses have =Arab blood, and once in awhile it seems to come out strong and show in every part of the creature, in his frame, his power, and his wild, free, roming spirit. =Coaly-Bay loved to race like the wind; he gloried in his speed and his tireless legs; when he was careering with the sherd of colts, if then met a fence or ditch, it was as natural for =Coaly-Bay to overleap it as it was for the others to sheer off. So he grew up strong of limb, restless of spirit, and rebellious at any thought of restraint. Even the kindly curb of the hay-yard or the stable was unwelcome, and he soon showed that he would rather stand out all night in a driving storm But the man was =Ekillful. He knew how to apply his power, and all the wild plunging, bucking, rearing, and rolling of the wild one had no desirable result. With all his strength the horse was hopelessly helpless in the hands of the skillful horseman, and =CoalyBay was so far mastered at =25 length that a good rider could use him. But each time the saddle went on, he made a new fight. After a few months of this the colt seemed to realize that it was useless to resist; it simply won him lashings and spurrings, so he pretended to reform. For a week he was ridden each and not once did he buck, but on the last day he came home lame. His owner turned him out to pasture. Three days later he seemed all right; he was caught and saddled. He did not buck, but within five minutes he went lame as before. DEAR =FRED. I try to find heart and life to tell you that it is all over with dear old =Nolan. I have been with him on this voyage more than I ever was, and I can understand wholly now the way in which you used to speak of the dear old fellow. I could see that he was not strong, but I had no idea the end was so near. The doctor has been watching him very carefully, and yesterday morning came to me and told me that =Nolan was not so well, and had not left his stateroom, a thing I never remember before. He had let the doctor come and see him as he lay there the first time the doctor had been in the stateroom, and he said he should like to see me. =O dear! do you remember the mysteries we boys used to invent about his room, in the old =Intrepid days? Well, I went in, and there, to be sure, the poor fellow lay in his berth, smiling pleasantly as he gave me his hand, but looking very frail. I could not help a glance round which showed me what a little shrine he had made of the box he was lying in. The stars and stripes were triced up above and around a picture of =Washington and he had painted a majestic eagle, with lightnings blazing from his beak and his foot just clasping the whole globe, which his wings overshadowed. The dear old boy saw my glance, and said, with a sad smile, Here, you see, I have a country! =Ingham, I swear to you that I felt like a monster that I had not told him everything before. Danger or no danger, delicacy or no delicacy, who was I that I should have been acting the tyrant all this time over this dear, sainted old man, who had years ago expiated, in his whole manhood's life, the madness of a boy's treason? Mr =Nolan, said I, I will tell you everything you ask about. Only, where shall I begin? =O the blessed smile that crept over his white face! and he pressed my hand and said, God bless you! Tell me their names, he said, and he pointed to the stars on the flag. The last I know is =Ohio. My father lived in =Kentucky. But I have guessed =Michigan and =Indiana and =Mississippi, that was where =FortAdams is, they make twenty. But where are your other fourteen? You have not cut up any of the old ones, I hope? Well, that was not a bad text, and I told him the names in as good order as I could, and he bade me take down his I was about to pass on, when The =Flag stopped me with these words: Yesterday the =President spoke a word that made happier the future of ten =million peons in =Mexico; but that act looms no larger on the flag than the struggle which the boy in =Georgia is making to win the =Corn =Club prize this summer. Yesterday the =Congress spoke a word which will open the door of =Alaska; but a mother in =Michigan worked from sunrise until far into the night, to give her boy an education. She, too, is making the flag. Yesterday we made a new law to prevent financial panics, and yesterday, maybe, a school teacher in =Ohio taught his first letters to a boy who will one day write a song that will give cheer to the =millions of our race. We are all making the flag. But, I said impatiently, these people were only working ! I am the battle of yesterday, and the mistake of tomorrow. I am the mystery of the men who do without knowing why. I am the clutch of an idea, and the reasoned purpose of resolution. I am no more than what you believe me to be and I am all that you believe I can be. I am what you make me, nothing more. I swing before your eyes as a bright gleam of color, a symbol of yourself, the pictured suggestion of that big thing which makes this nation. My stars and my stripes are your dream and your labors. They are bright with cheer, brilliant with courage, firm with faith, because you have made them so out of your hearts. For you are the makers of the flag and it is well that you glory in the making. there, till they should be required for ministering to the needs of a coming family. This frugal woman had been somewhat exercised as to the character that should be given to the gathering. A sit-still party had its advantages; but an undisturbed position of ease in chairs and settles was apt to lead on the men to such an unconscionable deal of toping that they would sometimes fairly drink the house dry. A dancing-party was the alternative; but this, while avoiding the foregoing objection on the score of good drink, had a counterbalancing disadvantage in the matter of good victuals, the ravenous appetites engendered by the exercise causing immense havoc in the buttery. Shepherdess =Fennel fell back upon the intermediate plan of mingling short dances with short periods of talk and singing, so as to hinder any ungovernable rage in either. But this scheme was entirely confined to her own gentle mind: the shepherd himself was in the mood to exhibit the most reckless phases of hospitality. The fiddler was a boy of those parts, about twelve years of age, who had a wonderful dexterity in jigs and reels, though his fingers were so small and short as to necessitate a constant shifting for the high notes, from which he scrambled back to the first position with sounds not of unmixed purity of tone. At seven the shrill tweedledee of this youngster had begun, accompanied by a booming ground-bass from =Elijah =New, the parish clerk, who had thoughtfully brought with him his favorite musical instrument, the serpent. Dancing was instantaneous, Mrs =Fennel privately enjoining the players on no account to let the lance exceed the length of a quarter of an hour. &&000 BOBBS-MERRILL READERS--8TH GRADE (1929) BOB9298T.ASC By Clara B. Baker and Edna D. Baker Source: Off. of Educ historical Library Washington DC XEROXED, SCANNED EDITED BY DP June 29, 1993 &&111 So I do, replied =Ganymede, truly; but I should have been a woman by right. =Oliver made this visit a very long one, and when at last he returned back to his brother, he had much news to tell him; for besides the account of =Gnymede's fainting at the hearing that =Orlando was wounded, =Oliver told him how he had fallen in love with the fair shepherdess =Aliena, and that she had lent a favorable ear to his suit, even in this their first interview. And he talked to his brother, as of a thing almost settled, that he should marry =Aliena, saying that he well loved her that he would live here as a shepherd, and settle his estate and house at home =Up =Orlando. You have my consent, said =Orlando. Let your wedding be tomorrow, and I will invite the duke and his friends. Go and persuade your shepherdess to agree to this. She is now alone; for look, here comes her brother. =Oliver went to =Aliena; and =Ganymede, whom =Orlando had perceived approaching, came to inquire after the health of his wounded friend. When =Orlando and =Ganymede began to talk over the sudden love which had taken place between =Oliver and =Aliena, =Orlando said he had advised his brother to persuade the fair shepherdess to be married on the morrow; sand then he added how much he could wish to be married on the same day to his =Rosalind. =Ganymede, who well approved of this arrangement, said that if =Orlando really loved =Rosalind as well as he professed to do, he should have his wish; for on the morrow he would engage to make =Rosalind appear in her ownperson, and also that =Rosalind should be willing to marry =Orlando. This seemingly wonderful event which, as =Ganymede was the lady =Rosalind, he could so easily perform he plunge it in the breast; but when she did, and when the long expected gush of stuffing issued forth, one murmur of delight arose all round the board, and even =Tiny =Tim,excited by the two young =Cratchits, beat on the table with the handle of his knife, and feebly cried, =Hurrah! There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn't believe there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavor, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs =Cratchit said with great delight surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish , they hadn't ate it all at last! Yet, every one had had enough, and the youngest =Cratchits in particular were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows! But now, the plates being changed by =Miss =Belinda, Mrs =Cratchit left the room to take the pudding up, and bring it in. Hello! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day ! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastry-cook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that! That was the pudding! In half a minute Mrs =Cratchit entered, flushed, but smiling proudly, with the pudding, like a speck led cannon-ball, so hard and firm, and with =Christmas holly stuck into the top. Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob =Cratchit said, and calmly, too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs =Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs =Cratchit said that, now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. Any =Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing. difficulty he got down into the glen; he found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended the preceding evening; but to his astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling the glen with babbling murmurs. He, however, made shift to ficramble up its sides, working his toilsome way through thickets of birch, =6assafras, and witch-hazel, and sometimes tripped up or entangled by the wild grapevines that twisted their coils from tree to tree, and spread a kind of network in his path. At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the cliffs to the amphitheater; but no traces of such opening remained. The rocks presented a high, impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad, deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forest. Here, then, poor =Rip was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice; and, who, secure in their elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done?, the morning was passing away, and =Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward. As he approached the village he met a number of people, but none whom he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round. Their dress, too, was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed. They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise, and whenever Forfeited be to the crown; and that you yourselves from this province Be transported to other lands. God grant you may dwell there Ever as faithful subjects, a happy and peaceable people ! Prisoners now I declare you, for such is his =Majesty's pleasure ! As, when the air is serene in the sultry solstice of summer, Suddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling of the hail stones Beats down the farmer's corn in the field, and shatters his windows, Hiding the sun, and strewing the ground with thatch from the house-roofs, Bellowing fly the herds, and seek to break their enclosures; So on the hearts of the people descended the words of the speaker. Silent a moment they stood in speechless wonder, and then rose louder and even louder a wail of sorrow and anger, And, by one impulse moved, they madly rushed to the door way. Vain was the hope of escape; and cries and fierce imprecations Rang through the house of prayer; and high o'er the heads of the others =Rose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of =Basil the blacksmith, As, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the billows. Flushed was his face and distorted with passion; and wildly he shouted., Down with the tyrants of =England! we never have sworn them allegiance! Death to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our homes and our harvests! The runaway must pass through that, and =Coaly-Bay raced down the trail to find the guide below awaiting him. Toss in his head with anger, he wheeled on up the trail again. and within a few yards recovered his monotonous =linlp and his evil expression. He was driven into camp, and there he vented his rage by kicking in the ribs of a =harmle6s little pack horse. This was bear country, and the hunters resolved to end his dangerous pranks and make him useful for once. They dared not catch him; it was not really safe to go near him, but two of the guides drove him to a distant glade where bears abounded. A thrill of pity came over me as I saw that beautiful untamable creature going away with hiY imitation limp. Aren't you coming along? called the guide. No, I don't want to see him die, was the answer. Then, as the tossing head was disappearing,I called: =Say, fellows, I wish you would bring me that mane and tail when you come back! Fifteen minutes later a distant rifle crack was heard, and in my mind's eye I saw that proud head and those superb limbs, robbed of their sustaining indomitable spirit, falling flat and limp, to suffer the unsightly end of fleshly things. Poor =Coaly-Bay; he would not bear the yoke. Rebellious to the end, he had fought against the fate of all his kind. It seemed to me the spirit of an eagle or a wolf it was that dwelt behind those full, bright eyes, that ordered all his wayward life. I tried to put the tragic finish out of mind, and had not long to battle with the thought, not even one short hour, for the men came back. Down the long trail to the west they had driven him; there was no chance for him to turn aside. He must go on, and the men behind him felt safe in that. reason the blind often hear with greater ease and distinctness than other people. The sense of smell becomes almost a new faculty to penetrate the tangle and vagueness of things. Thus, according to an immutable law, the senses assist and reinforce one another. It is not for me to say whether we see best with the hand or the eye. I only know that the world I see with my fingers is alive, ruddy, and satisfying. Touch brings the blind many sweet certainties which our more fortunate fellows omiss, because their sense of touch is uncultivated. When they look at things, they put their hands in their pockets. No doubt that is one reason why their knowledge is often so vague, inaccurate, and useless. It is probable, too, that our knowledge of phenomena beyond the reach of the hand is equally imperfect. But, at all events, we behold them through a golden mist of fantasy. There is nothing, however, misty or uncertain about what we can touch. Through the sense of touch I know the faces of friends, the illimitable variety of straight and curved lines, all surfaces, the exuberance of the soil, the delicate shapes of flowers, the noble forms of trees, and the range of mighty winds. Besides objects, surfaces, and atmospherical changes, I perceive countless vibrations. I derive much knowledge of every day matter from the jars and jolts which are to be felt everywhere in the house. Footsteps, I discover, vary according to the age, the sex and the manners of the walker. It is impossible to mistake a child's patter for the tread of a grown person. The step of the young man, strong and free, differs from the heavy, sedate tread of the middle-aged, and from the step of the old man, whose feet drag along the floor, or beat it with slow faltering accents. On a bare floor a girl walks with a rapid, elastic rhythm which is quite distinct from the graver step of the elderly woman. I have laughed over the Soldier and statesman, rarest unison; High-poised example of great duties done Simply as breathing, a world's honors worn As life's indifferent gifts to all men born; Dumb for himself, =unle6s it were to =God, But for his barefoot soldiers eloquent! Tramping the snow to coral where they trod, Held by his awe in hollow-eyed content; Modest, yet firm as =Nature's self; unblamed Save by the men =hi9 nobler temper shamed, Never seduced through show of present New-trimmed in =Heaven, nor than his steadfast mood More steadfast, far from rashness as from fear; Rigid, but with himself first, grasping still In swerveless poise the wave-beat helm of will; Not honored then or now because he wooed The popular voice, but that he still withstood; Broad-minded, higher-souled, there is but one, Who was all this and ours, and all men's, =WaSHINgTON. From the oppressed remnant of =God's people, however, a shout of joy went up: =Ho, he is come for whom we have been waiting! He will do it. Go, =Martin =Luther! In =God's name, go on! God and =His angels be with thee! =Princes and peasants flocked to the banner of the =Cross, which was lifted up anew before the eyes of a sin-sick world. They dared solemnly to protest against centuries of spiritual bondage; dared to declare, in the very teeth of the =Pope, liberty of conscience and of free judgment; dared to refuse submission to any sovereign save =Jesus and =His =Word. Silence the heretic monk! was the desperate cry that came from the council-chamber of the =Roman =Pontiff. Stop him by fair means, if you can; if not, by foul,, but stop him! Call a convention. Summon the renegade son of the =Church. Place before him the alternative: Retract or perish. Outlaw him. Put a price on his head, dead or alive Do away with the rebel, and the =Virgin =Mother and all the saints will bless you. =All this was done, and more. But nothing can prevail against =Jesus and =His =Word. The work was of =God, and could not be overthrown. From that time on, for nearly a century and a half, the pages of history were darkened with plots and intrigues having for their aim the crushing of =Luther and the =Reformation. The powers of darkness had been attacked, and all the ammunition factories of =Satan's empire were put to work. =Luther, the commander-in-chief of the =Lord's host, was on his way to =Worms. He had been summoned by =Church and =State to stand trial for his faith and confession. In =April, =1521, he entered the august assembly where the =Pope's representatives sat like spiders longing to suck his heart's blood. But when the solitary, defenseless monk walked out of that assembly with the uncompromising declaration, And he bolted as if he'd been shot at, said the hedge carpenter. True his teeth chattered, and his heart seemed to sink; and he bolted as if he'd been shot at, slowly =summoned up the man in the chimney-corner. I didn't notice it, remarked the hangman. We were all a-wondering what made him run off in such a fright, faltered one of the women against the wall, and now tis explained! The firing of the alarm gun went on at intervals, low and sullenlyj and their suspicions became a certainty. The sinister gentleman in cinder-gray roused himself. Is there a constable here? he asked, in thick tones. If so, let him step forward. The engaged man of =fifty stepped quavering out from the wall, his betrothed beginning to sob on the back of the chair. You are a sworn constable? I be, sir. Then pursue the criminal at once, with assistance, and bring him back here. He can't have gone far. I will, sir, I will, when I've got my staff. I'll go home and get it, and come sharp here, and start in a body, Staff, never mind your staff; the man'll be gone. But I can't do nothing without my staff, can I, =William, and =John, and =Charles =Jake? No; for there's the king's royal crown a-painted on in yellow and gold, and the lion and the unicorn, so as when I raise him up so and hit my prisoner, tis made a lawful blow thereby. I wouldn't tempt to take up a man without my staff, no, not I. If I hadn't the law to give courage, why, instead of my taking up him he might take up me! I'm a king's man myself, and can give you park on? yelled =Jean. Contact! I nodded, and the propeller began to spin. I opened the throttle wide. The engine roared firm and true. No wind blowing at all, called =Captain =Pieron into my ear, pointing at the drooping pennants on the roof. Pulling my goggles over my eyes and throwing my safety-belt onto the ground, I motioned to the boys to pull away the blocks from the front of the wheels. The osafety-belt weighs a pound or two, and every ounce might count on this trip. Moreover, I intended flying close to the ground, and where there is any possibility of a sudden landing you don't want to be strapped in your seat to be rolled over and over in your machine. A quick throbbing of elation seized me as I sped over the grass. I laughed to myself at the thought of darting straight into the surprised faces of the whole =German army and disappearing beyond them before they could aim a gun in my direction. I had long wanted to try this experiment. Flying at a height of about one hundred feet, just enough to clear comfortably the tops of trees, buildings and telephone-wires, my machine could be heard coming, but could not be seen until very close at hand. Their first impulse, I fancied, will be to look well up into the sky. Next, when they do see me, they will have no idea as to whether I am friend or enemy. My invisible coloring and the halflight of early dawn will require exceedingly close scrutiny to identify me. I am traveling across the landscape at the rate of one hundred and =thirty-five miles an hourl I had often reduced that to feet, and knew it meant I was going a distance of about =hundred feet each second. Why, I would be past them before they could raise a hand. Once beyond them, they would not dare to fire long for fear of hitting &&000 SOUTH DAKOTA DEPT OF PUBLIS iNSTRUCTION (1922) DAK9228T.ASC EIGHTH GRADE CLASSICS Published by J. Fred Olander Co. Pierre SD Source: Off of Education historical library Wash. DC Xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH June 29, 1993 &&111 difficulty or delicacy of the charge of those who had him in hold. Accidents would happen; but never from his fault. Lieutenant =Truxton told me that, when =Texas was annexed, there was a careful discussion among the officers, whether they should get hold of =Nolan's handsome set of maps and cut =Texas out of it, from the map of the world and the map of =Mexico. The =United =States had been cut out when the atlas was brought for him. But it was voted, rightly enough that to do this would be virtually to reveal to him what had happened, or, as =Harry =Cole said, to make him think =Old =Burr had succeeded. So it was from no fault of =Nolan's that a great botch happened at my own table, when, for a short time, I was in command of the =George =Washington, corvette, on the =South =American station. We were lying in the =La =Plata, and some of the officers, who had been on shore and had just joined again, were entertaining us with accounts of their mis-adventures in riding the half-wild horses of =Buenos =Ayres. =Nolan was at table, and was in an unusually bright and talkative mood. Some story of a tumble reminded him of an adventure of his own when he was catching wild horses in =Texas with his adventurous cousin, at a time when he must have been quite a boy. He told the story with a good deal of spirit,, so much so, that the silence which often follows a good story hung over the table for an instant, to be broken by =Nolan himself. For he asked perfectly unconsciously:, Pray, what has become of =Texas ? After the =Mexicans got their independence, I thought that province of =Texas would come forward very fast. It is really one of the finest regions on earth; it is the Italy of this continent. But I have not seen or heard a word of =Texas tor nearly twenty years. There were two =Texan officers at the table. The reason that he had never heard of =Texas was that =Texas and her affairs had been painfully cut I suppose that very few casual readers of the =New =York =Herald of =August =13, =1863, observed in an obscure corner, among the =Deaths, the announcement,, =Nolan. Died on board =US =Crovette =Levant, =Lat. =2ø =11' =S., =Long. =131ø =W., on the =11th of =May, =Philip =Nolan . I happened to observe it, because I was stranded at the old =Mission =House in =Mackinaw, waiting for a =Lake =Superior steamer which did not choose to come, and I was devouring to the very stubble all the current literature I could get hold of, even down to the deaths and marriages in the =Herald. =My memory for names and people is good, and the reader will see, as he goes on that I had reason enough to remember =Philip =Nolan. There are =hundreds of readers who would have paused at that announcement, if the officer of the =Levant who reported it had chosen to make it thus: Died, =May =11, The Man Without a Country. =For it was as =The =Man =Without a =Country that poor =Philip =Nolan had generally been known by the officers who had him in charge during some =fifty years, as, indeed, by all the men who sailed under them. I dare say there is many a man who has taken wine with him once a fortnight, in a three year's cruise, who never knew that his name was =Nolan, or whether the poor wretch had any name at al . There can now be no possible harm in telling this poor creature's story. Reason enough there has beenn till now, ever since =Madison's administion went out in =1817, for very strict secrecy, the secrecy of honor itself, among the gentlemen of the navy who have had =Nolan in successive charge. And certainly it speaks well for the esprit de corps She timidly answered she was no goddess, but a simple maid, and was going to give him an account of herself, when =Prospero interrupt;ed her. He was pleased to find they admired each other, for he plainly perceived they had as we say fallen in love at first sight; but to try =Ferdinahd's constancy, he resolved to throw some difficulties in their way; therefore, advancing forward, he addressed the prince with a stern air, telling him he came to the island as a spy, to take it from him who was the lord of it. Follow me, said he, I will tie you neck and feet together. You shall drink sea-water; shell-fish, withered roots and husks of acorns, shall be your food. No, said =Ferdinand, I will resist such entertainment, till I see a more powerful enemy, and drew his sword; but =Prospero, waving his magic wand, fixed him to the spot where he stood, so that he had no power to move. =Miranda hung upon her father, saying, Why are you so ungentle? Have pity, sir; I will be his surety. This is the second man I ever saw, and to me he seems a true one. silence, said her father, one word more will make me chide you. Girl! What! an advocate for an imposter ! You think there are no more such fine men, having seen only him and =Caliban. I tell you, foolish girl, most men as far excel this as he does =Caliban. This he said to prove his daughter's constancy; and she replied, My affections are most humble. I have no wish to see a goodlier man. Come on, young man, said =Prospero to the prince, you have no power to disobey me. I have not indeed, answered =Ferdinand; and not knowing that it was by magic he was deprived of all power of resistance, he was astonished to find himself so strangely compelled to follow =Prospero. Looking back on =Miranda as long as he could see her, he said, as he went after =Prospero into the cave, My spirits are all bound up, as if I were in a dream; Friends and Fellow-Citizens: The period for a new election of a citizen, to administer the executive government of the =United =States, being not far distant, and the time actually arrived when your thoughts must be employed in designating the person who is to be clothed with that important trust, it appears to me proper, especially as it may conduce to a more distinct expression of the public voice, that I should now apprise you of the resolution I have formed, to decline being considered among the number of those out of whom a choice is to be made. I beg you, at the same time, to do me the justice to be assured, that this resolution has not been taken without a strict regard to all the considerations appertaining to the relation which binds a dutiful citizen to his country; and that, in withdrawing the tender of service, which silence in my situation might imply, I am influenced by no diminution of zeal for your future interest; no deficiency of grateful respect for your past kindness; but am supported by a full conviction that the step is compatible with both. The acceptance of, and continuance hitherto in, the office to which your suffrages have twice called blaze of ruddy light, which streamed upon it when the clock proclaimed the hour; and which, being only light, was more alarming than a dozen ghosts, as he was powerless to make out what it meant, or would be at; and was sometimes apprehensive that he might be at that very moment an interesting case of spontaneous combustion, without having the consolation of knowing it. At last, however, he began to think, as you or I would have thought at first; for it is always the person not in the predicament who knows what ought to have been done in it, and would unquestionably have done it too, at last, I say, he began to think that the source and secret of this ghostly light might be in the adjoining room, from whence, in further tracing it, it seemed to shine. This idea taking full possession of his mind, he got up softly and shuffled in his slippers to the door. The moment =Scrooge's hand was on the lock, a strange voice called him by his name, and bade him enter. He obeyed. It was his own room. There was no doubt about that. But it had undergone a surprising transformation. The walls and ceiling were so hung with living green, that it looked a perfect grove; from every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened. The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there; and such a mighty blaze went roaring up the chimney, as that dull petrifaction of a hearth had never known in =Scrooge's time, or =Marley's, or for many and many a winter season gone. Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne. were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince pies, plum puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the on the latter bristling, like his pig-tail, and his coat-skirts, and the hair upon his head. The chain he drew was clasped about his middle. It was long, and wound about him like a tail; and it was made for =Scrooge observed it closely of cash boxes, keys, padlocks, ledger, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel. His body was transparent; so that =Scrooge, observing him, and looking through his waistcoat, could see the two buttons on his coat behind. =Scrooge had often heard it said that =Marley had no bowels, but he had never believed it until now. No, nor did he believe it even now. Though he looked the phantom through and through, and saw it standing before him; though he felt the chilling influence of its death-cold eyes, and marked the very texture of the folded kerchief bound about its head and chin, which wrapper he had not observed before; he was still incredulous, and fought against his senses. How now ! said =Scrooge, caustic and cold as ever. What do you want with me? Much! , =Marley's voice, no doubt about it. Who are you? Ask me who I was. Who were you then? said =Scrooge, raising his voice. You're particular, for a shade. =He was going to say to a shade, but substituted this, as more appropriate. In life I was your partner, =Jacob =Marley. Can you, can you sit down ? asked =Scrooge, looking doubtfully at him. I can. Do it, then. =Scrooge asked the question, because he didn't know whether a ghost so transparent might find himself in a condition to take a chair; and felt that in the event of its being impossible, it might in His large gray eyes and weather-beaten face All-kindled by a still and sacred fire, That burned as on an altar. Philip looked, And in their eyes and faces read his doom; Then, as their faces drew together, groan'd And slipt aside, and like a wounded life Crept down into the hollows of the wood; There, while the rest were loud in merry-making, Had his dark hour unseen, and rose and past Bearing a lifelong hunger in his heart. So these were wed, and merrily rang the bells, And merrily ran the years, seven happy years, Seven happy years of health and competence, And mutual love and honorable toil: With children; first a daughter. In him woke, With his first babe's first cry, the noble wish To save all earnings to the uttermost, And give his child a better bringing-up Than his had been, or hers ! a wish renewed, When two years after came a boy to be The rosy idol of her solitudes, While =Enoch was abroad on wrathful seas, Or often journeying landward; for in truth =Enoch's white horse, and =Enoch's ocean-spoil in ocean-smelling osier, and his face, Rough-reddened with a =thousand winter gales, Not only to the market-cross were known, But in the leafy lanes behind the down, Far as the portal-warding lion-whelp, And peacock-yewtree of the lonely =Hall, Whose =Friday fare was =Enoch's ministering. Then came a change, as all things human change. Then miles to northward of the narrow port Opened a large haven: thither used =Enoch at times to go by land or sea; And once when there, and clambering on a mast In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell: We have come to this =Rock, to record here our homage for our =Pilgrim =Fathers; our sympathy in their sufferings; our gratitude for their labors; our admiration of their virtues; our veneration for their piety; and our attachment to those principles of civil and religious liberty with which they encountered the dangers of the ocean, the storm of heaven, the violence of savages, disease, =eYile, and famine, to enjoy and establish. And we would leave here also, for the generations which are rising up rapidly to fill our places, some proof that we have endeavored to transmit the greater inheritance unimpaired; that in our estimate the public principles and private virtue, in our veneration of religion and piety, in our devotion to religious and civil liberty, in our regard to whatever advances human knowledge or improves happiness, we are not altogether unworthy of our origin. This occasion will soon be passed. Neither we nor our children can expect to behold its return. They are in the distant regions of futurity, they exist only in the all-creating power of =God, who shall stand here a =hundred years hence, to trace, through us, their descent from the =Pilgrims, and to survey, as we have now surveyed, the progless of their country during the lapse of a century. We would anticipate and partake the pleasures with which they will then recount the steps of =New =England's advancement. On the morning of that day, although it will not disturb us in our repose, the voice of acclamation and gratitude, commencing on the =Rock of =Plymouth, shall be transmitted through =millions of the sons of the =Pilgrims, till it lose itself in the murmurs of the =Pacific seas. fastness of =Cuba, no one knew where. No mail or telegraph could reach him. The president must secure his co-operation, and quickly. What to do! Some one said to the =President, =There is a fellow by the name of =Rowan will find =Garcia for you, if anybody can. =Rowan was =Sellt for and was given a letter to be delivered to =Garcia. How the fellow by the name of =Rowan took the letter, sealed it up in an oilskin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night off the coast of =Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the jungle and in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island, having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter to =Garcia , are things I have no special desire to tell in detail. The point that I wish to make is this: =McKinley gave =Rowan a letter to be delivered to =Garcia; =Rowan took the letter and did not ask, Where is he at ? =By the =Eternal ! There is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land. It is not book-learning that young men need, nor instruction about this and that, but the siffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies; do the thing, Carry a message to =Garcia. =General =Garcia is dead now, but there are other =Garcias. No man who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many hands were needed, but has been well-nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of the average man, the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it. Slipshod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference and half hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook or crook or threat he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, =God in =His goodness performs a miracle, and sends him an =Angel of =Light for an &&000 DE LA SALLE READERS--BOOK VIII (1928) LAS9288T.ASC by the Brothers of the Christian schools of St. Joseph's Normal Institute NY Selections from classic authors Published by Woodward and Tiernan Printing Co. Source: US Office of Educ. historical library Wash. DC Xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH June 29, 1993 &&111 This beautiful poem was written soon after =General =Lee's surrender, and expresses the feelings of the =Southern people at the event. Study it with a view to its literary value. Declaim it. Be clear, slow, simple, earnest, in your delivery. OH! a wonderful stream is the river =Time, As it runs through the realm of tears! With a faultless rhythm, and a musical rhyme, And a broader sweep and a surge sublime. As it blends in the ocean of years! The State of American in =1784 The =Americans who, toward the close of =1783, celebrated with bonfires, with cannon, and with bell-ringing, the acknowledgment of independence and the return of peace, lived in a very different country from that with which their descendants are familiar. Indeed, could we, under the potent influence of some magician's drugs, be carried back through one =hundred years, we should find ourselves in a country utterly new to us. Rip =Van =Winkle, who fell asleep when his townsmen were throwing up their hats and drinking their bumpers to good =King =George, and awoke when a generation that knew him not was shouting the names of men and parties unknown to him, did not find himself in a land more strange. The area of the republic would shrink to less than half its present extent. The number of the =States would diminish to thirteen, nor would many. of them be Yes, you proud lords, unpitied land, shall see That man does have yet a soul, and dare be free! A little while, along thy saddening plains, The starless night of =Desolation reigns; Truth shall restore the light by =Nature given, And, like =Prometheus, bring the fire of =Heaven! Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurled, Her name, her nature, withered from the world! The Pleasures of Hope. pandours, a class of =Hungarian mountaineer soldiers, so called from =Pandur, the principal town in the region from which they came. Presaging wrath to =Poland, and to man: The history of the partition of =Poland, of the massacre in the suburbs of =Warsaw and on the bridge of =Prague, the triumphant entry of =Suwarow into the =Polish capital, and the insult offered to human nature by the blasphemous thanks offered up to =Heaven by murderers and oppressors for victories obtained over men fighting in the sacred cause of Home and Liberty, are events known to all. =Sarmatia, the ancient name for a region of =Europe that embraced =Poland. =Kosciusko =1746'1817 , a =Polish patriot. He came to =American in =1777, and distinguished himself in our =Revolutionary =War on the side of the =Colonists, strong, powerful. =Prometheus, a personage in =Greek mythology who is said to have formed men of clay, to whom he gave brought up in ease. You have not said to yourself, I must know this exactly; I must understand this exactly; I must do this exactly. In uttering these three terrible musts, =Klesmer lifted up three long fingers in succession. You have not been called upon to be anything but a charming young lady with whom it is impossible to find fault. Well, then, with that preparation, you wish to try the life of the artist; a life of arduous, unceasing work, and, uncertain praise. Your praise would have to be earned like your bread; both would come slowly, scantily, what do I say?, they might hardly come at all. This tone of discouragement, which =Klesmer half hoped might suffice without anything more unpleasant, roused some resistance in =Gwendolen. With an air of pique she said, I thought that you, being an artist, would consider the life one of the most honorable and delightful. And if I can do nothing better, I suppose that I can put up with the same risks that other people do? Do nothing better! said =Klesmer, a little fired. No, my dear =Miss =Harleth, you could do nothing better, neither man nor woman could do any better, if you could do what was best or good of its kind. I am not decrying the life of the true artist. I am exalting it. I say it is out of reach of any but choice organizations, natures framed to love perfection and to labor for it; ready, like all true lovers, to endure, to wait, to say, I am not yet worthy, but she, =Art, my mistress, is worthy and I will live to merit her. An honorable life? Yes, but the honor comes from the inward vocation and the hard won achievement; there is no honor in donning the life as a livery. Intimations of Immortality There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Appareled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoever I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, wherever I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng; The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, To go and be at rest With kindred spirits, spirits who have blessed The human brotherhood, By labors, cares, and counsels for their good. And in my dying hour, When riches, fame, and honor have no power To bear the spirit up, Or from my lips to turn aside the cup That all must drink at last, Oh, let me draw refreshment from the past! Then let my soul run back, With peace and joy along my earthly track, And see that all the seeds That I have scattered there, in virtuous deeds Have sprung up, and have given, Already, fruits of which to taste is heaven! And though no grassy mound Or granite pile say it is heroic ground Where my remains repose, Still will I hope, vain hope, perhaps!, that those Whom I have striven to bless, The wanderer reclaimed, the fatherless, May stand around my grave, With the poor prisoner, and the poorer slave, And breathe a humbler prayer That they may die like him whose bones are moldering there. =Themistocles , commander-in-chief of the =Grecian forces at the great naval battle of =Salamis. \Patroclus, the dearest friend of =Achilles at the siege of =Troy. But they did not envy =Michael or =Raphael as they envied the fortunate =Gabriel. Oh, how for nine months they hung about the happy =Mother, the living tabernacle of the Incomprehensible =Creator! Yet none but =Gabriel might speak, none but =Gabriel float over =Joseph in his sleep and whisper to him heavenly words in the thick of his anxious dreams. But when the =Little =Flower came up from underground, and bloomed visibly in =Bethlehem at midnight, and filled the world with sudden fragrance, winter though it was, and dark, and in a sunless =Cave, then heaven was allowed to open, and their voices and their instruments were given to the =Angels, and the floodgates of their impatient jubilee were drawn up, and they were bidden to sing such strains of divinest triumph as the listening earth had never heard before, not even when those same morning stars had sung at its creation, such strains as were meet only for a triumph where the =Everlasting =God was celebrating the victories of =His boundless love. Down into the deep seas flowed the celestial harmony. Over the mountain-tops, the billows of the glorious music rolled. The vast vaults of the purple night rang with it in clear, liquid resonance. The clouds trembled in its undulations. Sleep waved its wings, and dreams of hope fell upon the sons of mell. The inferior creatures were hushed and soothed. The very woods stood still in the night-breeze and the star-lit rivers flowed more silently to hear. The flowers distilled double perfumes, as if they were bleeding to death with their unstanched sweetness. Earth herself felt lightened of her load of guilt; and distant worlds, wheeling far off in space, were inundated with the angelic melody. Silent in impatient adoration, they had Composition: Describe a snowstorm. Indications of the storm. When it began to snow, and how long the storm continued. What you saw after the storm. =Snow-Bound is a poem bright with pictures of winter life. In it the student will find a perfect picture of =Whittier's own childhood's home. Read the whole poem, and compare with =Cotter's =Saturday =Night, by =Robert =Burns. A wrinkled, crabbed man they picture thee, =Old =Winter, with a rugged beard as gray As the long moss upon the apple-tree; =Blue-lipt, an ice-drop at thy sharp blue nose, Close muffled up, and on thy dreary way Plodding alone through sleet and drifting snows. They should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth, Old winter, seated in thy great armed chair, Watching the children at their =Christmas mirth, Or circled by them as thy lips declare Some merry jest, or tale of murder dire, Or troubled spirit that disturbs the night, Pausing at times to rouse the moldering fire, Or taste the old =October brown and bright. Pulse beating much too high. Phew! a bad night; Fever, delirium, and the rest that follows ! , But will he die? with tremor on her lip =Irene asked. Who knows ? If possible, We must arrest the fever. This prescription Oft succeeds. But some one must take note Of the oncoming fits; must watch till morn, And tend him closely. Doctor, I am here. Not you, young lady! Service such as this One of your valets can No, doctor, no! =Roger perchance may be a prisoner yonder, Hurt, ill. If he such tending should require As does this officer, I would he had A gentle lady for his nurse. So be it, You will keep watch, then, through the night. The fever Must not take hold, or he will straightway die. Give him the potion four times every hour. I will return to judge of its effects At daylight. Then he went his way. Scarcely a minute had she been in charge, When the =Bavarian, to =Irene turning, said: This doctor thought I was asleep; But I heard every word. I thank you, lady; I thank you from my very inmost heart, Less for myself than for her sake to whom You would restore me, and who there at home Awaits me. Hush! Sleep if you can. Do not excite yourself. Your life depends On perfect quiet. No, no! I must at once unload me of a secret That weighs upon me. I promise made; And I would keep it. Death may be at hand. Speak, then, =Irene said, and ease your soul. It was last month, by =Metz; it was my ill fate To kill a =Frenchman. She turned pale, and lowered The lamplight to conceal it. He continued: We were sent forward to surprise a cottage. I drove my saber Into the soldier's back who sentry stood Before the door. He fell; nor gave the alarm. We took the cottage, putting to the sword Every soul there. Disgusted with such carnage, Loathing such scene, I stepped into the air; Just then the moon broke through the clouds and showed me There at my feet a soldier on the ground. It was he, The sentry whom my saber had transpierced. I stopped, to offer him a helping hand; But, with choked voice, It is too late, he said. I must needs die. You are an officer, Promise, only promise To forward this, he said, his fingers clutching A gold medallion hanging at his breast, To. Then his latest thought &&000 MACMILLAN (1929) 8TH GRADE MAC9298T.ASC REAL LIFE STORIES by W.W. Thiesen and Sterling A. Lenonard Sourcfe: US Office of Education Historical library Wash. DC Xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH June 29, 1993 &&111 a veteran in the service, I can't bring myself to stay in the court room, where I may have to hear the news of defeat. It is easier to hear if learned afterward. But there is no reason why you should not stay, if you wish. I think I will, for my train does not leave for several hours. When =Elizabeth returned to the court room, another case was in progress. Mr =Dobson was still there, as were also the boy and his mother. The young girl's eyes rested alternately on the pale, anxious face of the mother, on the hands of the clock, and on the door through which the jury would return. At the end of two long hours they filed back to their seats. Presently the judge interrupted the case which he was hearing with the remark, We will listen to the verdict. The jury who had just come in arose, and the clerk, turning to them, said, Mr =Foreman, have you agreed upon a verdict? We have, said the foreman, handing a sealed envelope to the clerk, who said, as he received and opened it, Mr =Foreman and gentlemen of the jury, hearken to your verdict: In the case of =Franklin against the =Hub Iron =Company, the jury find for the plaintiff, and assess damages in the sum of fifteen =thousand dollars. So say you, Mr =Foreman ? So say you all of you ? Whereupon the twelve men bowed their assent. Elizabeth looked across at the boy's mother. The expression of her face was such as a lost soul might whale. But I bragged too soon. Just then the whale came on the full breach,l and striking the boat went right through it, knocking men and wreck high in the air. Next her great bulk fell over sideways, right in our midst, and she spitefully cut the corners of her flukes right and left. In the surge and confusion two poor fellows went down; we saw no sign of them afterward, and the water was so dark, stained with blood, that we could not see into it. As the whale came feeling around with her nose, she passed close by me. I was afraid of the flukes and got hold of the =warp or something and towed a little way until she slacked speed a little. Then I dove under, so as to clear the flukes, and came up astern of them. I was in good time, for having felt the boat she turned over and threshed it with a number of blows in quick succession, pounding the wreck into splinters. She must have caught sight of me, for she came up on a half breach and dropped her head on me, and drove me, half stunned, deep into the water. Again I came up near the animal and again dove under the flukes. From this time she seemed to keep me in sight. Again and again she would run her head in the air and fall on my back, bruising and half drowning me as I was driven down in the water. Sometimes I caught hold of the line or something attached to the mad brute, and would hold until a sweep of the flukes would take my legs and break my hold. whale. But I bragged too soon. Just then the whale came on the full breach,l and striking the boat went right through it, knocking men and wreck high in the air. Next her great bulk fell over sideways, right in our midst, and she spitefully cut the corners of her flukes right and left. In the surge and confusion two poor fellows went down; we saw no sign of them afterward, and the water was so dark, stained with blood, that we could not see into it. As the whale came feeling around with her nose, she passed close by me. I was afraid of the flukes and got hold of the warp or something and towed a little way until she slacked speed a little. Then I dove under, so as to clear the flukes, and came up astern of them. I was in good time, for having felt the boat she turned over and threshed it with a number of blows in quick succession, pounding the wreck into splinters. She must have caught sight of me, for she came up on a half breach and dropped her head on me, and drove me, half stunned deep into the water. Again I came up near the =small'3 and again dove under the flukes. From this time she seemed to keep me in sight. Again and again she would run her head in the air and fall on my back, bruising and half drowning me as I was driven down in the water. Sometimes I caught hold of the line or something attached to the mad brute, and would hold until a sweep of the flukes would take my legs and break my hold. and the other =English fur-traders closed their storehouses and armed their men, and all in cool confidence stood waiting the result. Meanwhile, =Pontiac, who had crossed with the canoes from the eastern shore was approaching along the river road at the head of his =sixty chiefs, all gravely marching in Indian file. A =Canadian settler named =Beaufait had been that morning to the fort. He was now returning homewards; and, as he reached the bridge which led over the stream then called =Parent's =Creek, he saw the chiefs in the act of crossing from the farther bank. He stood aside to give them room. As the last Indian passed, =Beaufait recognized him as an old friend and associate. The savage greeted him with the usual ejaculation, opened for an instant the folds of his blanket to disclose the hidden gun, and, with an emphatic gesture towards the fort, indicated the purpose to which he meant to apply it. At ten o'clock the great war-chief with his treacherous followers reached the fort, and the gateway was thronged with their savage faces. All were wrapped to the throat in colored blankets. Some were crested with hawk, eagle, or raven plumes; others had shaved their heads, leaving only the fluttering scalp-lock on the crown; while others, again, wore their long, black hair flowing loosely at their backs or wildly hanging about their brows like a lion's mane. Their bold yet crafty features, their cheeks besmeared with ochre and vermilion, white lead and soot, their keen, deepset eyes gleaming in their sockets like those of rattlesnakes, gave them an aspect grim, uncouth, and As you watch the men at work on the girders,clinging to massive steel corners, perched on the tops of columns, or leaning out over the street far below, it is not the recklessness, but the cool, steady nerve that you notice most. Under all the apparent unconcern you can feel the endless strain. It shows in the look of their eyes, in the lines of their faces, in the quick, sudden motions, in the slow, catlike movements. Endlessly facing death, they are quiet and cool by long training. Up on the =Metropolitan =Life =Building, some twenty five tiers above the street, a huge circle of stone was being built in as a frame for the clock. A dozen men were at work on the scaffold that hung outside, and projecting from overhead was the boom of the derrick that hoisted the massive stone blocks. Suddenly the cable caught, and the full power from the engine below was brought to bear on the derrick. All this in an instant, but in that instant somebody saw what was going to happen. With a quick, warning cry he made a leap from the planks to the solid steel beams of the building. There was a rending and tearing above, and just as the last man leaped in to safety, the derrick crashed down, bearing with it the scaffold and part of the stone. One empty, breathless moment, then a roar from far below, and a cloud of gray dust came slowly drifting upward to the group of tiny men still clinging to the girders. For a moment longer nobody moved. Then someone broke the spell with a husky laugh, another gave an explosive halloo, and the gang set about repairing the damage. and he was ready to start for =Honolulu by the next train if occasion demanded. Another thing surprised =Pippins. He was sent out to report for the paper a fire in =Kinzie =Street, and he came back wildly excited, his first paragraph repeating itself in his head. As he wrote his story, he was keenly conscious of his college =Latin and =French, and he sprinkled in a metaphor here and a simile there to make the story sparkle, as he said to himself. The next morning he hurried out and bought six copies of the =Ledger, one for himself and the others to send to his friends. The fire article was not on the first page, that surprised and pained =Pippins, or on the second, or on the third. Finally he found a paragraph buried away in a corner of the paper. His =Latin and =French and all the metaphors had been cut, and where he made the lurid flames leap frantically, they only burned in the published account. He dropped the six =Ledgers into the nearest ashbarrel. Pippins wore a doleful face to the office and confided his troubles to =Howard, and to the night policeman, and to =Conover, who did courts, and to everyone else who would listen. And they all smiled and slapped him on the back, and assured him that the copyreaders and the night city editor didn't know their business. I urid flames is all right, said =Bradley. It's been used by the profession for one =hundred and =fifty years, you go right on using it, =Pippins. Genius will win in the long run. And so =Pippins toiled on, commenting to himself =MATKAI was free ! With powerful strokes he put behind him the hated tank, the smell of many animals, the crowds of staring man-creatures. For six years he had been held captive for exhibition purposes, during which time his mind had become well developed and his body had grown from puppyhood to maturity. Now he was free, to follow the destiny of a prince of the high seas. He decided to follow that destiny. Six feet from his sharp bewhiskered nose to his great double-rudder flippers he measured, and over four feet around his fat sides. Five =hundred pounds of restless energy wrapped in a princely coat of thick dark fur, that was =Matka, a splendid =Alaskan fur seal. =Matka, the =One =Offshore =Everywhere, the coastal tribes had called his kind before =pelagic sealing had swept all but a remnant of the vast herds from the seas. A flip of his oar-like foreflippers and he was away on a two-thousand-mile journey through the thick fogs and lashing seas of the mighty =Pacific. Who charted his course for him? Could it be that the dim memory of his babyhood among the =Pribilof Islands in the =Bering =Sea was sufficient to give him direction? here and there, endeavoring to get the great meet started on time. Almost before he knew it, =Elton had lain down on the great, bare table and llad his muscles loosened by careful rubbing and kneading, and then had slipped on his running suit and taken his place on the cinder track. As he waited for the signal, he remembered the coach's last advice. He looked at the three other runners. =Denty was on the outer edge of the track, smiling and confident, and one of the other team's men was on each side of him. =Elton looked curiously at them and wondered if they would be fooled by the simple game he was to play. He doubted it, but he determined to do his best to draw them on. Then came the sharp commands of the starter, the pistol shot, and they were off, each running with a long, measured stride. For a time they ran together, with feet that touched the cinders in perfect unison. After a moment =Elton, almost afraid, took a little longer step, and quickened his stride. For a minute he feared the change in the pace was enough to be noticed, but a quick side glance showed the other runners at his elbow. So bit by bit he increased his speed, until he knew he must be setting a pace that would soon tire the others. And still they clung close to his side. At the second lap of the quarter-mile track, when the race was half ended, =Elton was full =fifty yards ahead of the nearest man. The runners of the other team had by this time discovered the attempt to tire them at the start, and had dropped back until they were midway between =Elton and =Denty. Here's what we have seen. Here it is. Here are a whole people with all they own camped high up in the mountains, but still far higher above them towers a great stretch of snow-mountain peaks. And that snow range is directly in the path of the tribes. It bars the way to =Grass, the =Grass that means =Life to this migratory people living on their herds. Now remember that these people have been on the march for over a month, that they have already swum an icy torrent in a seven-day fight, that for week after week they have come across mountain country of the roughest, that they have slept unsheltered many nights in rain and storm; for only a few of the tribes have had adequate tent covering, as practically all have left their regular tents behind, carrying only makeshifts to be used in case of emergency. Therefore, both the people and their animals are feeling the strain of the trip, despite frequent rests in valleys. And let me repeat once more that these are no cold-climate people; they have no fur coats, no warm socks, no shoes which can stand the snow. Remember, too, that this is spring; and that everywhere among the tribes are baby sheep, baby cows, baby horses, baby goats, baby donkeys, not to speak of any quantity of human babies. Then, remember that the tribes are carrying with them everything they own. Remember all these things, but remember first and last and all the time that, despite everything, they must go over that snow-mountain. Ahead is =Grass and =Life. They must go on! Shoal, or out by it southerly to sea. Fortunately, we could now gain a good deal toward shore. As we drew slowly in, the people gathered on the bluffs and beach to watch us. Soon willing hands had caught our warp and carried it up the sands, and were hauling us in over the surf. We were on land at last and all alive, and I can tell you we were glad of it! The kind people of the little village soon had us in their houses, and our frozen clothing was removed. We were quickly put into warm beds and could hardly stay awake long enough to drink hot soup or gruel. When I awoke, I found my wife at the bedside. She had been wildly anxious all the while and had had little hope of our return. She had gone down the six miles to =Sankaty =Light and stayed all night with the keeper and his wife, watching and waiting. Their kindness to her in her distress, she says she can never forget. As we had landed nearly eight miles south of our station, we sent for our horses and the boat-carriage before we went to sleep. It was ten o'clock in the forenoon then, and by the middle of the afternoon we started to return to our stations, and by five o'clock were back there after an absence of =thirty-three hours, twenty-six of which were spent in the open boat. After we got ashore and he could talk, the captain of the schooner told us how his vessel had been blown on the shoal in a heavy squall about seven o'clock the evening before. He had lost his reckoning in the thick weather and thought he was far to the eastward. His vessel was the =HP =Markham, bound from =Halifax to When it was told them that if they wished they could come to hunt lions at =Sergoi, eight =hundred warriors volunteered, and much heart-burning was caused in choosing the =sixty or =seventy who were allowed the privilege. They asked, however, that they should not be used merely as beaters, but should kill the lion themselves, and refused to come unless with this understanding. We started immediately after breakfast, on horseback; of course we carried our rifles, but our duty was merely to round up the lion and hold him if he went off so far in advance that even the =Nandi runners could not overtake him. We intended to beat the country toward some shallow, swampy valleys twelve miles distant. In an hour we overtook the =Nandi warriors, who were advancing across the rolling grassy plains in a long line, with intervals of six or eight yards between the men. They were splendid savages, stark naked, lithe as panthers, the muscles rippling under their smooth dark skins; all their lives they had lived on nothing but animal food, milk, blood, and flesh, and they were fit for any fatigue or danger. Their faces were proud, cruel, fearless; as they ran they moved with long springy strides. Their headdresses were fantastic; they carried ox-hide shields painted with strange devices; and each bore in his right hand the formidable war spear, used both for stabbing and for throwing at close quarters. The narrow spear heads of soft iron were burnished till they shone like silver; they were four feet long, and the point and edges were razor thought, a desperate hope, leaped through my brain. I turned and rushed into the office. The dispatcher was calling me furiously, using the signal =19, which on that line meant Train-order. I dashed the circuit-breaker back and said =Number =Twelve has gone, and struck the circuit shut again without waiting for a reply. Then I bounded into the ticket office, caught a switch key from a nail near the baggage checks, and leaped out of the open window upon the north platform. I ran toward the rival road. Its afternoon express was some two =hundred feet distant, and pulling away from the station. I must catch it. As I ran at my utmost speed obliquely across the dusty open space toward it, I heard my station-agent shouting something after me. Turn the signal and hold everything that comes along! I shouted over my shoulder and ran ahead. I made straight for the express engine. A long string of freight cars stood on a switch, and behind this the engine was disappearing. I bent my course farther toward the west, where I saw an empty flat car in the string. As I leaped upon the level floor of the car, the engine was passing. With one bound I crossed th,e flat car and plunged headlong into the gangway of the engine. The leap was a long one, and the breath was knocked out of me by the fall. When I got my senses again, both the engineer and fireman had me in their hands, shaking and holding me on my feet. &&000 MENTZER, BUSH & CO. (1923) 8TH GRADE MEN9238T.ASC THE COLUMBIA READERS--EIGHTH YEAR by Frederick G. Bonser et al Source: US Office of Educ Historical Library Wash DC Xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH June 29, 1993 &&111 Remember that six pounds a year is but a groat a day. For this little sum which may be daily wasted either in time or expense unperceived a man of credit may, on his own security, have the constant possession and use of a =hundred pounds. So much in stock briskly turned by an industrious man produces great advantage. Remember this saying, The good paymaster is lord of another man's purse. He that is known to pay punctually and exactly to the time he promises may at any time and on any occasion raise all the money his friends can spare. This is sometimes of great use. After industry and frugality, nothing contributes more to the raising of a young man in the world than punctuality and justice in all his dealings; therefore never keep borrowed money an hour beyond the time you promised, lest a disappointment shut up your friend's purse forever. The most trifling actions that affect a man's credit are to be regarded. The sound of your hammer at five in the morning or nine at night heard by a creditor makes him easy six months longer, but if he sees you at a billiard-table or hears your voice at a tavern, when you should be at work, he sends for his money the next day; demands it, before he can receive it, in a lump. It shows, besides, that you are mindful of what you owe; it makes you appear a careful as well as an honest man, and that still increases your credit. Beware of thinking all your own, that which you possess and of living accordingly. It is a mistake that many people who have credit fall into. To prevent this, keep an exact account for some time, both of your expenses and your income. If you take the pains at first to mention particulars, it will have this good A few years ago, I talked to a class of students at a manual training school here in =Washington, about just this everyday kind of experimenting. I told them, for instance, of how I had tried to conserve the heat that is wasted by radiation. I had a large tank made that would hold a great deal of water, and enclosed it in a box, leaving a space three or four inches wide around the tank. This space was filled with wool, and when hot water was put into the tank it cooled almost as slowly as if it had been in a thermos bottle. Then I carried my experiment further: Two pipes were led from the tank up under the hood of a student lamp. Perhaps I may explain that I work and study at night. I find that I work best if I begin about four o'clock in the afternoon. I often keep at it, with an intermission for dinner, until three in the morning, or even later. I spend about six hours in bed. I do not sleep all of that time, but one can rest even when one is not sleeping. I find that it is a good plan, when I am working on a problem, to gather the elements of it together, as definitely as I can, before I go to sleep. Then, having stated the case, as it were, I set it aside. And whether it is that my subconscious mind works on it while I sleep, I do not know. But it often happens that the solution of the problem, or at least some light on it, is there in the morning. I speak of this night work, because that accounts for a rather long-continued use of my student lamp. I found that the water from the tank circulated through the pipes leading, to the lamp, and the whole body of water was heated somewhat in a single evening. Because the tank was insulated by its wool was dismissed, went privily, and bought up all the pigs that could be had for love or money. ln a few days his lordship's town house was observed to be on fire. The thing took wing, and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in every direction. Fuel and pigs grew enormously dear all over the district. The insurance offices one and all shut up shop. People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world. Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript. a sage arose, like our =Locke, who made a discovery that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked burnt, as they called it without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it. Then first began the rude form of a gridiron. Roasting by the string, or spit, came in a century or two later, I forgot in whose dynasty. By such slow degrees, concludes the manuscript, do the most useful. and seemingly the most obvious arts, make their way among mankind. Without placing too implicit faith in the account above given, it must be agreed, that if a worthy pretext for so dangerous an experinment as setting houses on fire especially in these days could be assigned in favor of any culinary object, that pretext and excuse might be found in =ROAST =PIG. =John learned that the process of making flour was a long one, involving many separate operations. There were three fundamental processes through which the grain passed: Cleaning, tempering, and reducing. The wheat was brought into the mill by cars from which a man operating a huge power shovel dumped it into a great storage bin. From the bin it was elevated to the top of the mill by an endless chain of large steel cups. At the top of the mill the wheat was weighed, and then the process of cleaning began. First, it was screened to remove husks, dirt, an l weed seed. It was then sent through the metal brushes of a scouring machine and into a w asher to remove other dirt. After this the tempering process began. The purpose of this was to put the wheat in the best condition of hardness or softness for grinding. Heat an l moisture were applied by various machines to make the outside covering of the grain, or the bran, touch so that it would remain in large pieces when the kernels were broken. The interior of the kernel was put into such a condition of hardness that it would break and crush as the miller desired. When the wheat w as properly tempered, the grinding or reduction process began. This, =John saw, was accomplished by passing the wheat through a series of six or seven sets of steel rollers. Each of these sets of rollers crushed the wheat somewhat. Each crushing was called a break. After each break, before the wheat was sent into the next set of rollers, an effort was made to extract as much of the bran as possible from the crushed wheat. To accomplish this, the broken grain was poured into large sifters. These were somewhat like the flour sifter which =John had often seen his mother use, but As he held out his hand for the shoe that had been taken from him, Mr =Lorry said, still looking steadfastly in his face: Mr =Manette, do you remember nothing of me? The shoe dropped to the ground, and he sat looking fixedly at the questioner. Mr =Manette ; Mr =Lorry laid his hand upon =Defarge's arm; do you remember nothing of this man? Look at him. Look at me. Is there no old banker, no old business, no old servant, no old time rising in your mind, Mr =Manette? As the captive of many years sat looking fixedly, by turns, at Mr =Lorry and at =Defarge, some long obliterated marks of an actively intent intelligence in the middle of the forehead, gradually forced themselves through the black mist that had fallen on him. They were overclouded again, they were fainter, they were gone; but they had been there. And so exactly was the expression repeated on the fair young face of her who had crept along the wall to a point where she could see him, and where she now stood looking at him, with hands which at first had been only raised in frightened compassion, if not even to keep him off and shut out the sight of him, but which were now extending towards him, trembling with eagerness to lay the spectral face upon her warm young breast, and love it back to life and hope so exactly was the expression repeated on her fair young face, that it looked as though it had passed like a moving light, from him to her. Darkness had fallen on him in its place. He looked at the two, less and less attentively, and his eyes ill gloomy abstraction sought the ground and looked to the front and may in time compete with us for first place. The raising of silkworms is a most painstaking yet interesting process. When the worms are hatched they are tiny thread-like creatures, scarcely an eighth of an inch long and capable of curling up on the head of a pin. The boys and girls or the women feed them tender, finely chopped mulberry leaves four or five times a day for eight or ten days, when the little worms go to sleep for two days and, of course, eat nothing. Then they wake up, change their skins and eat ravenously for a few days, go to sleep again, wake up, change their skins, and fall to eating once more. This they do three or four times until in a month they are full grown, and we see them as amber colored worms, two or three inches long and as large as our little finger. When we learn that an ounce of eggs will produce enough worms to eat a ton of leaves cluring their short lives of a month, we realize what gormandizers these little fellows are. The next step in the process is the spinning of a cocoon by each worm. A little pile of straw is placed near the worms and each one starts work. It moves its head slowly from side to side and spits from its mouth a long, fine, sticky substance which catches on the straw, and in three days becomes the completed, oval-shaped, cream-colored house where the caterpillar will live for eighteen or twenty days. The worm has changed so that we should scarcely recognize it if we were so thoughless as to break into its home, which is made of silk fiber tossed about in loops the shape of figure eights and which looks very much like a large, fuzzy peanut. The worm has shrunk and hardened in its silk prison into a brown chrysalis, but Coming into the turnpike out from the =White-Woman =Glen, =Morgan, =Morgan the =Raider, and =Morgan's terrible men. As near they drew and nearer, my heart beat fast in alarm; But still I stood in the doorway, with baby on my arm. They came; they passed; with spur and whip in haste they sped along, =Morgan, =Morgan the =Raider, and his band six hundred strong. Weary they looked and jaded, riding through night and day; Pushing on east to the river, many long miles away. To the border-strip where =Virginia runs up into the west, And ford the upper =Ohio before they could stop to rest. On like the wind they hurried, and =Morgan rode in advance: Bright were his eyes like live coals, as he gave me a sideways glance; And I was just breathing freely, after my choking pain, When the last one of the troopers suddenly drew his rein. Frightened I was to death, sir; I scarce dared look in his face, As he asked for a drink of water and glanced around the place. days sweat merely to look at it. To sweeten the beverage a lump of sugar was laid beside each cup, and the company alternately nibbled and sipped with great decorum; until an improvement was induced by a shrewd and economic old lady, which was to suspend a large lump directly over the tea-table by a string from the ceiling, so that it could be swung from mouth to mouth , an ingenious expedient, which is still kept up by some families in =Albany, but which prevails without exception in =Communipaw, =Bergen, =Flatbush, and all our uncontaminated =Dutch villages. At these primitive tea-parties the utmost propriety and dignity of deportment prevailed. No flirting coquetting; no gambling of old ladies, nor hoyden chattering and romping of young ones; no self-satisfied struttings of wealthy gentlemen with their brains in their pockets; nor amusing conceits and monkey divertissements of smart young gentlemen with no brains at all. On the contrary, the young ladies seated themselves demurely in their rush-bottomed chairs, and knit their own woolen stockings; nor ever opened their lips except to say, =yah =Mynheer, or =yah =ya =Vrouw, to any question that was asked them; behaving in all things like decent, well-educated damsels. As to the gentlemen, each of them tranquilly smoked his pipe, and seemed lost in contemplation of the blue and white tiles with which the fireplace was decorated; wherein sundry passages of =Scripture were piously portrayed, =Tobit and his dog figured to great advantage, =Haman swung conspicuously on his gibbet, and =Jonah appeared most manfully bouncing out of the whale like =Harlequin through a barrel of fire. the utter intellectual confusion which had overset the equanimity of his mind. Before time was allowed for remonstrance, the old man, who had continued during the whole scene like one much at a loss how to proceed, though also like one who was rather perplexed than alarmed, suddenly assumed a decided air, as if he no longer doubted on the course it was advisable to pursue. It is time to be doing, he said, interrupting the controversy that was about to ensue between the naturalist and the bee-hunter; it is time to leave off books and moanings, and to be doing. You have come to your recollections too late, miserable old man, cried =Middleton; the flames are within a quarter of a mile of us, and the wind is bringing them down in this quarter with dreadful rapidity. =Anan ! the flames ! I care but little for the flames. If I only knew how to circumvent the cunning of the =Tetons, as I know how to cheat the fire of its prey, there would be nothing needed but thanks to the =Lord for our deliverance. Do you ca l this a fire? If you had seen what I have witnessed in the =Eastern hills, when mighty mountains were like the furnace of a smith, you would have known what it was to fear the flames, and to be thankful that you were spared ! Come, lads, come: tis time to be doing now, and to cease talking; for yonder curling flame is truly coming on like a trotting moose. Put hands upon this short and withered grass where we stand and lay bare the earth. Would you think to deprive the fire of its victims in this childish manner? exclaimed =Middleton. A faint but solemn smile passed over the features of the old man, as he answered, Your grandfather would During the last week of =September the word went out that =Nelse =Martin was going to transfer to the =Thirty-fifth =Street =High =School. The =Thirty-fifth =Streeters hailed the news with unrestrained enthusiasm. I guess we'll have a poor team now! =Midge =Tibbets cried. =Nelse at right half, =Brud =Masters at left. I guess that combination won't make them sit up and take notice ! Small wonder that the school was jubilant! =Nelse =Martin was a football player of renown. For two years he had been the bright particular star of the =Polytechnic eleven. In fact, it was almost entirely owing to him and to his good right foot that the =Polytechnic team had beaten the =Thirty-fifth =Streeters and taken away the city championship last fall. And now his family had moved, and =Polytechnic was so far from his new home that he could not go there. =Thirty-fifth =Street, =Polytechnic, and =Rose =Avenue were the three largest schools in the city. They stood head and shoulders above the half dozen other public and private high schools in town. Naturally the three were bitter athletic rivals. &&000 NEWSON AND CO. (1921) NEW9218T.ASC ALDINE READERS 8TH GRADE SOURCE: OFF. EDUC HISTORICAL LIBRARY XEROXED, SCANNED AND EDITED BY DPH June 29, 1993 &&111 covered with a large flat stone. He rose up, thanked the stars that were at last pleased to take pity on his sufferings, and concealed his good luck from every person, as is usual in money dreams, in order to have the vision repeated the two succeeding nights, by which he should be certain of its veracity. His wishes in this, also, were answered. He still dreamed of the same pan of money, in the very same place. Now, therefore, it was past a doubt. So getting up early the third morning, he repaired, alone, with a mattock in his hand, to the mill, and began to under mine that part of the wall which the vision directed. The first omen of success that he met was a broken mug. Digging still deeper, he turned up a house tile, quite new and entire. At last, after much digging, he came to a broad, flat stone, but so large that it was beyond one man's strength to remove it. Here, cried he, in raptures, to himself, here it is ! Under this stone there is room for a very large pan of diamonds indeed ! I must go home to my wife and tell her the whole affair and get her to assist me in turning it up. Away, therefore, he went, and acquainted his wife with every circumstance of their good fortune. Her rapture on this occasion may easily be imagined. She flew round his neck, and embraced him in an agony of Come on ! the man said to it. It seemed to listen. Suddenly it darted upon him. The gunner dodged. The struggle began, a struggle unheard of, the thing of flesh attacking the brazen brute; on the one side blind force, on the other a soul. The whole passed in a half light. It was like the indistinct vision of a miracle. A soul, a strange thing; but you would have said that the cannon had one also, a soul filled with rage and hatred. The blind thing appeared to have eyes. The monster seemed to be watching the man. It also chose its moment. It was like a gigantic insect of metal, that had the will of a demon. Sometimes this great grasshopper would strike the low ceiling of the gun deck, then it would fall back on its four wheels like a tiger upon its four claws, and dart anew on the man. He, supple, agile, adroit, would glide like a snake from the reach of these lightning-like movements. He avoided the encounters; but the blows which he escaped fell upon the vessel and continued the havoc. An end of a broken chain remained attached to the carronade. This chain had twisted itself, one could not tell how, about the screw of the breech through the little apartment. Lights flared all around the lodge, and a confused clamor, as of many voices from without, drew the attention of all within. The cry was of startling significance to the woman and her son. =Sangarrah-me, the slave of =Opitchi-Manneyto is here. And a general howl, with a direct call for =Sanutee, brought the old chief to the door of the lodge. It was surrounded by a crowd of the red men, in a state of intense excitement. Before the chief could ask the purpose of their visit, he had heard it from a score of voices. They came to denounce the fugitive; they had tracked him to the lodge. The old chief heard them with a stern calm of countenance; then, throwing open the door, he bade them enter upon the search for their victim. Matiwan sank down hopelessly in a corner of the apartment, while =Occonestoga, throwing aside his covering of skins and rising from his place of concealment, stood up once more, a fearless Indian warrior. He grasped his tomahawk in his right hand, and, placing himself in the center of the apartment, prepared manfully for the worst. Such was his position, when, leading the way for the pursuers of the fugitive, =Sanutee reentered the cabin. As with his wings aslant, Sail the fierce cormorant, Seeking some rocky haunt, With his prey laden, So toward the open main, Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane, Bore I the maiden. Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, cloudlike we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking seaward. There lived we many years; Time dried the maiden's tears; She had forgot her fears, She was a mother; Death closed her mild blue eyes, Under that tower she lies; NeVer shall the sun arise On such another ! the custom, in those barbarous times, that wherever the king slept, two armed men slept in the same chamber, in order to defend his person in case he should be attacked by any one during the night. But the wicked =Lady =Macbeth had made these two watchmen drink a great deal of wine, and had besides put some drugs into the liquor; so that when they went to the king's apartment they both fell asleep, and slept so soundly that nothing could awaken them. Then the cruel =Macbeth came into =King =Duncan's bedroom about two in the morning. It was a terrible, stormy night; but the noise of the wind and of the thunder did not awaken the king, for he was old, and weary with his journey; neither could it awaken the two sentinels, who were stupefied with the liquor and the drugs they had swallowed. They all slept soundly. To =Macbeth, having come into the room and stepped gently over the floor, took the two dirks which belonged to the sentinels and stabbed poor old =King =Duncan to the heart, so that he died without giving even a groan. Then =Macbeth put the bloody daggers into the hands of the sentinels, and daubed their faces over with blood, that it might appear as if they had committed the murder. =Macbeth was, however, greatly frightened at what he had done, but his wife made him wash his hands and go to bed. people, who knew =Sancho desire to rule an island, made him =Lord =Governor of the island for one day. =Sancho was immediately led to court, where he listened to the complaints of the people and gave them justice. Two old men presented themselves before =Sancho, the one holding a staff in his hand. My lord, said he who had no staff, some time ago I lent this man ten crowns of gold, to oblige and serve him, upon condition he should return them on demand. I let some time pass without asking for them, being loath to put him to a greater strait to pay me than he was in when I lent them. But at length, thinking it full time to be repaid, I asked him for my money more than once, but to no purpose; he not only refuses payment, but denies the debt, and says I never lent him any such sum, or, if I did, that he has already paid me. I have no witnesses to the loan, nor has he of the payment which he pretends to have made, but which I deny; yet, if he will swear before your worship that he has returned the money, I from this minute acquit him before =God and the world. What say you to this, old gentleman ? asked =Sancho. I confess, my Lord, replied tlle old fellow, that he did lend me the money; and if your worship pleases to hold down your wand of justice, since he leaves Gout. Well, then, to my office; it should not be forgotten that I am your physician., There. =Franklin. =Ohhh !, What a cruel physician ! Gout. How ungrateful you are to say so ! Is it not I who, in the character of your physician, have saved you from the palsy, dropsy, and apoplexy? one or other of which would have done for you long ago, but for me. =Franklin. I submit, and thank you for the past, but entreat the discontinuance of your visits for the future; for, in my mind, one had better die than be cured so dolefully., =Oh ! =oh !, For heaven's sake, leave me, and I promise faithfully never more to play at chess, but to take exercise daily and live temperately. Gout. I know you too well. You promise fair; but after a few months of good health you will return to your old habits; your fine promises will be forgotten like the forms of the last year's clouds. Let us then finish the account, and I will go. But I leave you with an assurance of visiting you again at a proper time and place; for my object is your good, and you are sensible now that I am your real friend. It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of =Annabel =Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my =Annabel =Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful =Annabel =Lee; So that her high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; on the barren waste below; and the only sign that man has ever passed over it, the bleaching bones that mark the track of caravans. But as we look, behold a wind cometh out of the north, and stirring the loose sand, whirls it into a column, which moves swiftly towards us like a ghost, as if it said: I am the spirit of the desert; man, wherefore comest thou here? Pass on. If thou invadest long my realm of solitude and silence, I will make thy grave. =We shall not linger, but only tarry for a night, to question a little the mystery that lies hidden beneath these drifting sands. We look again, and we see shadowy forms coming out of the whirlwind, great actors in history, as well as figures of the imagination. The horizon is filled with moving caravans and marching armies. Ancient conquerors pass this way for centuries from =Asia into =Africa, and back again, the wave of conquest flowing and reflowing from the valley of the =Tigris to the valley of t,he =Nile. As we leave the =Land of =Goshen, we hear behind us the tramp of the =Israelites beginning their march; and as the night closes in, we see in another quarter of the horizon the wise men of the =East coming from =Arabia, following their guiding star, which leads them to =Bethlehem, where =Christ was born. And so the desert which was dead becomes &&000 SILVER BURDETT & CO. (1928) 8TH GRADE SIL9288T.ASC THE PATHWAY TO READING eighth reader by Bessie Coleman et al Source: Off. of Education Historical library Wash. DC xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH June 29, 1993 &&111 Eventually company manners, like the affectations of the step-sisters of =Cinderella, fool nobody. Sensible people believe that if good manners are not sturdy enough and durable enough to be used on all ordinary occasions and around home, then it will probably prove disastrous to get them out and dust them off for company to look at. Most boys and girls seem to feel superior to their parents. It is a chronic condition; in all probability, the present parents in their day felt superior to the parents of the generation before. So it goes. It is well to remember, even if you are president of your class or captain of an athletic team, that no boy or girl is a hero to his parents. He can't be; his parents know him too well. You may feel that your parents clothes are out of date. Possibly they are, and if so, that is why your own clothes are in style or a little ahead of style. But parents are more than clothes; do not try to hide your parents somewhere in the rear of the house because you think they are not classy enough to meet your friends. Remember, a well-bred person e~pects to meet your mother and your father when he or she first calls at your house. A feeling of superiority prevents many young people from listening carefully while their mothers and fathcrs address them, and from answering intelligently and truthfully cluestions put to them. Sometimes they omit the word Mother or Father from Yes, =Mother, No? =Mother, Yes, =Father, No, =Father. No one can be admitted to the =Fellowship of the stonebreakers, women making hay, and plowmen. His drawings of these peasants are full of life and movement, and the lines express dignity and power. He had worked in the earth himself, and he knew the pleasures and the sorrows of a peasant's life; thus his pictures represent the tillers of the soil with a wonderful reality and eloquence. Millet found it very difficult to earn money enough to provide for his large family. Many stories have been told of the artist's working when cold and hungry, trying to keep them from starvation. Fortunately, however, he had some true friends at =Barbizon, who came to his aid in times of want. These friends bought his pictures and urged other people to buy them. Among his many artist friends at =Barbizon was =William =Morris =Hunt, the =American painter, who went there to live in order that he might be near =Millet. =Millet once stated in a letter that he never saw the gay side of life, but that the calm, the silence that is so sweet in the forest and field, was the gayest thing he knew. =Millet's works are full of sermons, high and true, the more powerful because the artist was not trying to preach but merely to paint the true humanity and great poetry that life set forth to him. In the picture of =The =Sower we see the peasant scattering grain in the furrow as night comes on, while he is followed by eager birds. What a figure of strength and dignity he is, as, dressed in mean rags, he sows broadcast the bread of the morrow ! After seeing =The =Man with a =Hoe, =Edwin =Markham wrote his famous poem with the same title, beginning, Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. I'd go with you anywheres, skipper, said =Tom, our third hand, if there were the leastest scrap of a chance. But a life boat wouldn't live in that sea, and besides we could never get her out anyhow. =Forrard and get the gripes loose, he shouted. Bill, old lad, heave her to and have an eye to the boat as long as you can. Take the ship home, if I don't come back. I'll go alone, if no one will come. In next to no time the boat was on the rail, and almost as quickly she was flying down the deck before a lumping sea, her bilge stove in as she struck the capstan with a heavy thud. Quick, boys ! That old paraffin tin and some spun yarn, he shouted; and almost before we knew it, she was on the rail again, a great patch of tin, oakum, canvas, and tarry spun yarn over the hole. Now ! he roared; and then a sea shot her out like an arrow, taut to the end of the stout boss painter. In a moment she was hammering into our lee quarter, and the skipper was in, his jackknife open in his teeth; and the next, the painter cut, he was only a speck visible as his boat rose on the crest of a larger wave than usual. But not before =Tom had tumbled into the boat with him. I didn't expect to see you any more, =Bill, =Tom told me afterwards, but I couldn't stay and see the old man go alone. The very first sea they met swept away both their oars like so much matchwood; and all =Tom can remember is that he and the skipper set to work bailing for their lives with their southwesters, for the same sea had more than half filled the boat. Tom never thought a moment about the =Sarah and =Anne. He never had thought they had any chance of reaching her, anyhow; so he forgot all about everything but getting the water out, till suddenly a sea flung them alongside something like a sunken rock. No ! said =Jack, with increased curtness. No? But believe me, =Jack, it's a very serious thing for me. It's everything to me. My self-respect is at stake. I said it, and I said it to my wife, and I've got to stick to it. You're my friend, and you can save me. What's the good of knowing great men if you can't use them in a crisis? Crisis be hanged ! cried =Sir =John =Hipwood, who was gradually losing his benevolence and showing that he was just as accustomed as =Ralph to being obeyed. Crisis be hanged! =He moderated his tone. Now look here, =Ralph. You say I'm your friend. I am. Take the advice of a friend. You walk right off this pavement and go home, it isn't five minutes off. Go to your wife and say to her just these words: =Maidie, I'm a fool. Tell her I told you to. She won't crow over you. She's fine, =Maidie is, and there isn't a mean streak in her. =Lord =Furber replied quietly and collectedly, his demeanor was a masterpiece of self-control: =You mean all that ? I mean it. Not only will I not send a bus for you, but I'll give positive orders that a bus must not be sent. Well, then you're not the man I thought you were, =Hipwood ! =Ralph retorted, calmly and bitterly savage. Sir =John bit his lip and responded, =The matter with you is that you're an overbearing idiot, =Furber. You think you own the earth, but you've got to learn that you don't. You've made a fool of yourself, and you think because you're the mighty =Furber you can evade the consequences. It just happens this time that you can't. You're beaten, and a good thing too, for this once. You talk about your self-respect, but self-conceit is what's the matter with you. What you have said you have said ! =Bosh ! I say =Bosh ! And here you have the impudence to take me away from my business on this fool's errand. Do you know that I broke up a directors meeting to come to you, It seemed too good to be true. Not even in my wildest imaginings had I fancied myself getting the pick of the lot. I hardly waited to thank =Ted before going off to look at my champion. I had seen and admired him times out of number, but it seemed as if he must look different now that he belonged to me. He was a fine big fellow, well built and strong, and looked as if he could beat all the rest put together. His legs were straight, his neck sturdy, his muzzle dark and shapely, his ears equal and well carried, and in the sunlight his yellow coat looked quite bright with occasional glints of gold in it. He was indeed a handsome fellow. As I put him back again with the others, the odd puppy, who had stood up and sniffed at me when I came, licked my hand and twiddled his tail with the friendliest and most independent air, as if he knew me quite well and was glad to see me, and I patted the poor little chap as he waddled up. I had forgotten him in the excitement of getting =Billy's pup. But the sight of him made me think of his funny ways, his pluck and independence, and of how he had not a friend in the world except =Jess and me; and I felt downright sorry for him. I picked him up and talked to him; and when his wizened little face was close to mine, he opened his mouth as if laughing, and shooting out his red tongue dabbed me right on the tip of my nose in pure friendliness. The poor little fellow looked more ludicrous than ever. He had been feeding again and was as tight as a drum. His skin was so tight one could not help thinking that if he walked over a mimosa thorn and got a scratch on the tummy, he would burst like a toy balloon. I put him back with the other puppies and returned to the tree where =Ted and the rest were sitting. As I came up, there was a shout of laughter, and, turning round to see what had provoked it, I found =The =Rat at my heels. He had followed injure himself in trying to escape. It is generally just large enough for him to turn round in comfortably, but not high enough to spring about in too much. The feeding of the animal is the first step in his training. The trainer takes him about six pounds of fresh beef or mutton with a piece of bone once a day, and fresh, clear water three times a day. No one but the trainer is permitted to go near him or to look at him. He must become acquainted with the trainer's personality and must be made to realize that his food and drink come from the trainer only. He must also be made to understand clearly that the trainer means him no harm, but does everything for his comfort. The meat is usually put upon the end of a long iron fork and passed to him through the bars. He has to come a little way forward to take the meat and gradually, without thinking about it, he comes close to the trainer. At first the water pan is tied to the edge of the cage, because in trying to draw the pan toward him the animal would upset it and make the cage wet and uncomfortable. There would also be the difficulty of getting it out again with a stick, which might arouse the animal's anger. When the lion and his trainer have once become acquainted, he is transferred to another cage; and here again for two weeks he is fed, watered, and taken care of by the same trainer, until the animal not only gets accustomed to him, but looks forward to his presence because it invariably means something pleasant to himself. In about six weeks time a loose collar is slipped around the lion's neck when he is asleep. Attached to this collar is a chain, long enough for the animal to move about but just short enough to keep him from reaching the end of the cage. The next step is for the trainer to put a chair inside the cage. Instantly the lion springs for it, but, being kept in check by the chain, finds he cannot reach it and retires to a corner, growling on that sunny eastern slope below the house. I have since concluded that plants do not consider toeing the mark an essential of happiness or growth. In the spring everything came at once. Besides being the time to make garden, it was also the time to make soap. The wood ashes had been stored in a large wooden hopper, pyramid shaped, vertex down. Soap grease had also been saved during the year. The useful big kettle in the back yard was now rigged up and the soap grease put on to cook. Water, many pailfuls, had to be carried and poured onto the ashes. What finally trickled out at the bottom of the leach was strong lye. The lye was added to the soap grease, and after a proper amount of boiling and stirring the soap was done. The result was a dark brown, translucent jelly, soap indeed. A barrel of it, more or less, was stored away in the cellar to be used for washing clothing and dishes and floors. We had bars of coarse yellow soap, less strong than this home-made soap, for bathing purposes. Ivory soap and all its kind of light, mild soaps were yet to be compounded. Did you have good luck with your soap ? amounted to a fraternity password among the housewives of that period. The =Clear =Run bridge where the =Newark road crossed the stream was probably of wood to begin with; but in my childhood it was a solidly built, single-arched stone bridge, only broad enough for a single track, with no railing to protect the foot passenger from going over the edge. On the upper side the water ran rapidly and whirled sharply as it turned to go beneath the bridge. This spot was never a favorite place for wading; the water would knock you down. Also, because the water was so swift, it was useless for fishing. But below the bridge the stream widened out into a comparatively large and calm pool, through the shallower parts of which people drove to water their horses or to go down the by-road that =Road or =National =Pike. It was first built from =Cumberland in =Maryland to =Wheeling on the =Ohio, was then extended later to =Columbus in =Ohio, to =Indianapolis in =Indiana, and =Vandalia in =Illinois. Of course this road had been extensively used before it was made a national road, but the national government improved it and thus made westward travel easier. Along this road, and other roads like it, marched the great army of eager pioneers who in a few years time were to change the silent forests of the wide western valleys to a region of busy farms and cities. The pioneers came from all parts of the older =American: from the =New =England =States, from the =Middle =States, and from the =Southern =States. Many of them were immigrants coming directly from the =Old =World. Almost at a step these strangers passed from the civilization of =England, of =Scotland, and of =Germany into the =American wilderness. On the road they mixed with =Americans, learning what =Americans were like, just as the =Americans mixed with each other, learning what each was like. The routes of travel from the =East to the =West were the first great mingling places of the peoples of the many tribes and races that have gone to the making of the =American nation. GOING =WEST =DOWNSTREAM Once across the mountains, however, the western emigrants were not limited to traveling on roads. At =Wheeling and at =Pittsburgh they were at the headwaters of great navigable rivers. In the older states along the =Atlantic coast, there was only one navigable river of any importance, and that was the =Hudson. But from =Wheeling one could float down the =Ohio, or go up the many large tributaries of the =Ohio; then from the mouth of the =Ohio one could travel up and down the =Mississippi, and up the other large tributaries of the =Mississippi. Following the =Missouri astute standoff-half to pass to. All these conditions were now =Jeremy's, and for ten minutes he knew perfect happiness. The artist in him could feel the symmetry and rhythm that informed those eight bending and straining bodies in front of him, and there spread to his own heart that sacred fire that was burning in theirs. Coming right, =Crale, and the swing, the urge, the quick clean flick of the back row of heels, and out the ball came and away, a second later, to =Steevens. How often during those ten minutes should =Crale have scored, and how often, alas, did the =Crale three-quarters bungle their passes, send them forward, misfield them, bunch too closely together, run straight when they should have feinted, kick into touch when the field was clear in front of them ! As magnificent as were the =Crale forwards during that time, so disappointing and wrong-headed were the =Crale three-quarters. And yet, as school three-quarters go, they were not a bad line. On an ordinary day against an ordinary team they would have won fine, green laurels. Or it may have been that they were as good as the =Callendar men allowed them to be. Certainly the =Callendar marking and collaring was of the finest order. They had that stamp of the first-class footballer, they had prevision. =Mellon, above all, seemed to rule the game as a great player of chess might do, dictating the moves to the other side and then spoiling them. But if =Mellon was the genius of the =Callendar team, it was clear enough by now that =Steevens was the genius of =Crale. No move, now, that he did not attempt. Testing one three-quarter after another, he showed no disappointment when they failed him. It was as though he were always behind them, suggesting the right thing for them to do. =Jeremy himself had the strangest sense that he and =Steevens with all the cunning of his hand, =Bullard can score but small gains against the wind. And some oE these he loses. At =Princeton we are fifteen minutes late, at =Galva fourteen minutes, at =Galesburg eight minutes, but we pull out twelve minutes late. Then we make the last =forty-three miles, including bridges, towns, grades, and curves, in =forty-four minutes and draw into =Burlington at =AM, on time to the dot. This because =Bullard had sworn to do it; also because the road beyond =Galesburg runs west instead of southwest, and it is easier for a train to bore straight through a gale, head on, than to take it from the quarter. We took the big, steady curve at =Princeton, a down-grade helping us, at a =hundred miles an hour, so =Bullard declares and what he says about engine-driving I believe. Indeed, these great bursts can be measured only by the subtle senses of an e~pert, since no registering instrument has been devised to make reliable record. Across the twin high bridges that span the =Bureau =Creeks we shot with a rush that left the reverberations far back in the night like two short barks. And just as we rounded a curve before these bridges, I saw a black face peering down from the boilertop, while a voice called out, =Wahr, wahr, wahr, wahr ! To which startling apparition =Bullard, undisturbed, replied, Water water, water, water ! Then the head disappeared. =Dan, from his side, was telling =Bullard that he had seen the safety light for the bridges, and =Bullard was answering something about hitting it up harder. How these men understand each other in such tumult is a mystery to one with ordinary hearing, but somehow they manage it. Half way between =Kewanee and =Galva a white light came suddenly into view far ahead. I knew it for the headlight of a locomotive coming toward us on the parallel track. Already we had met two or three trains and swept past them with a smashing of sound and air. But this headlight seemed different from the &&000 WHEELER PUBL. CO. (1924) 8th grade WHE9248T.ASC WHEELER'S LITERARY READERS by William I Crane et al Source: US Office of Educ historical library Wash DC Xeroxed, scanned edited by DPH June 30, 1993 &&111 music; for then the =Great =Stone =Face itself seemed to be swelling the triumphant chorus, in acknowledgment that, at length, the man of prophecy was come. All this while the people were throwing up their hats and shouting, with enthusiasm so contagious that the heart of =Ernest kindled up, and he likewise threw up his hat, and shouted, as loudly as the loudest, =Huzza for the great man ! Huzza for =Old =Stony =Phiz ! =But as yet he had not seen him. Here he is, now ! cried those who stood near =Ernest. There ! There ! Look at =Old =Stony =Phiz and then at the =Old =Man of the =Mountain, and see if they are not as like as two twin brothers ! In the midst of all this gallant array came an open carriage drawn by four white horses; and in the carriage, with his massive head uncovered, sat the illustrious statesman, -Old =Stony =Phiz himself. Confess it, said one of =Ernest's neighbors to him, the =Great =Stone =Face has met its match at last ! Now, it must be owned that, at his first glimpse of the countenance which was bowing and smiling from the carriage, =Ernest did fancy that there was a resemblance between it and the old familiar face upon the mountainside. The brow, with its massive depth and loftiness, and all the other features, indeed, were bold and strong. But the grand expression of a divine sympathy that illuminated the mountain visage might here be sought in vain. Something had been originally with the hoes and their families had no time for thought nor for enjoyment. They had no opportunity to read, to be educated, or to grow mentally. Thus, you see, they slowly grcw lcss and less like tall, straight, thinking men, and became what you see in the picture, dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox. This peasant cannot read or understand great books; the burst of sunrise or the blossoming of flowers means nothing to him. He sees them not. Centuries of dull labor for others have slanted back his brow and dulled his brain. Who made him thus? Those who did not work, those who forced him to work for them instead of for himself. In our own time, most of the people of =Russia are men with hoes. The poet asks,, Oh masters, lords, and rulers in all lands, How will the future reckon with this man? How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world ? In the wild, bloody =Russian =Revolution during the =Great =World =War, these men with the hoes rose in righteous but ignorant revolution. You have read the story. You know how it was, with kingdoms and with kings, With those who shaped him to the thing he is When this dumb terror did appeal to =God, After the silence of the centuries. =American itself was a protest against being a man with the hoe. Those who founded =American would not be men with the hoes, unless they could dig for themselves and their families. mankind, who have too often shown themselves devoid of so much as the understanding of the words by which we signify the qualities of duty, of mercy, of devotion to the right, of lofty disinterestedness in battling for the good of others. There have been other men as great and other men as good; but in all the history of mankind there are no other two great men as good as these, no other two good men as great. =Lincoln saw into the future with the prophetic imagination usually vouchsafed only to the poet and the seer. And he had the practical man's hard common sense and willingness to adapt means to ends. No more practical man ever lived than this homely backwoods idealist; but he had nothing in common with those practical men whose consciences are warped until they fail to distinguish between good and evil, fail to understand that strength, ability, shrewdness, whether in the world of business or of politics, only serve to make their possessor a more evil member of the community if they are not guided and controlled by a fine and high moral sense. Yet perhaps the most wonderful thing of all, and, from the standpoint of the =American of today and of the future the most vitally important, was the extraordinary way in which =Lincoln could fight valiantly against what he deemed wrong and yet preserve undiminished his love and respect for the brother from whom he differed. In the hour of a triumph that would have turned any weaker man's head, in In this extract, =Senator =Hayne was telling the truth, which is also necessary to great oratory. The part of =South =Carolina in the =Revolution was all that he claimed for her. filial affection: here, the affection of a child for its parents. =SOUTH =CAROLINA AND THE =UNION I shall make no profession of zeal for the interests and honor of =South =Carolina. If there be one state in the =Union that may challenge comparison with ally other, for a uniform, zealous, ardent, and uncalculating devotion to the =Union, that state is =South =Carolina. From the very commencement of the =Revolution up to this hour, there is no sacrifice, however great, she has not cheerfully made, no service she has ever hesitated to perform. She has adhered to you in your prosperity; but in your adversity she has clung to you with more than filial affection. No matter what was the condition of her domestic affairs, though deprived of her resources, divided by parties, or surrounded with difficulties, the call of the country has been to her as the voice of =God. Domestic discord ceased at the sound; every man became at once reconciled to his brethren, and the sons of =Carolina were all seen crowding together to the temple, bringing gifts to the altar of their common country. What was the conduct of the =South during the =Revolution ? I honor =New =England for her conduct in that glorious struggle. But great as is the praise and contented with the time; and when they faded, and looked happier yet in the bright sprinklings of the =Spirit's torch at parting, =Scrooge had his eye upon them, and especially on =Tiny =Tim, until the last. It was a great surprise to =Scrooge, as this scene vanished, to hear a hearty laugh. It was a much greater surprise to =Scrooge to recognize it as his own nephew's, and to find himself in a bright, dry, gleaming room, with the =Spirit standing smiling by his side, and looking at that same nephew. It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor. When =Scrooge's nephe~ laughed, =Scrooge's niece by marriage laughed as heartily as he. And their assembled friends, being not a bit behindhand, laughed out lustily. He said that =Christmas was a humbug, as I live ! cried =Scrooge's nephew. He believed it, too! More shame for him, =Fred! said =Scrooge's niece, indignantly. Bless those women ! they never do anything by halves. They are always in earnest. She was very pretty, exceedingly pretty. With dimpled, surprised-looking, capital face; all kinds of good little dots about her chin, that melted into one another when she laughed; an,d the sunniest pair of eyes that you ever saw in any little creature's head Altogether she was what you would have called provoking, but satisfactory, too. Oh, perfectly satisfactory! We'have never had any quarrel, to which I have been a party. But I have made the trial in homage to =Christmas, and I'll keep my =Christmas humor to the last. So, a =Merry =Christmas, Uncle! Good afternoon ! And a =Happy =New =Year ! Good afternoon ! His nephew left the room without an angry word, notwithstanding. The clerk, in letting =Scrooge's nephew out, had let two other persons in. They were portly gentlemen, pleasant to behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in =Scrooge's office. They had books and papers in their hands, and bowed to him. =Scrooge and =Marley's, I believe, said one of the gentlemen, referring to his list. =Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr =Scrooge or Mr =Marley? Mr =Marley has been dead these seven years. He died seven years ago this very night. At this festive season of the year, Mr =Scrooge, said the gentleman, taking up a pen, it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many =thousands are in want of common necessaries; =hundreds of =thousands are sin want of common comforts, sir. Are there no prisons ? asked =Scrooge. Plenty of prisons. But under the impression that they hardly furnish =Christian cheer of mind or body to the unoffending multitude, a few of us are and also a net, like a small fish seine, in his left hand. The swordsman is to try to stab his adversary with his sword, while the other tries to entangle his opponent in the net, and then stab him to death with his three-pronged spear. At a signal they begin to fight. The swordsman makes a swift thrust and misses. Then the man with the net casts his net to entangle the other. He, too, fails. But before he can recover his net for another throw, the swordsman stabs him through the body, and he sinks down in his blood on the sand. Sometimes =hundreds fought to the death at one time. For one contest, the great arena was flooded and a sea battle between real battle-galleys was fought before the people. Agents of the =Roman government searched the known world for strong men to become gladiators and for fierce wild beasts to fight with them. The gladiators were trained just as carefully as football men are trained today. The different combats to occur at the arena were advertised throughout the city, and each champion was as well known as are the great football or baseball players of today. Every citizen, rich or poor, had a wager on his favorite gladiator. Other great =Roman cities vied with =Rome in their sports. =Capua, south of =Rome, was a city of great luxllry, containing In amphitheater nearly as large as the =Coliseum at =Rome. And as at =Capua that =Spartacus was a gladiator. His history is told in his speech. =Sparticus saw that the gladiators should fight for themselves, rather than fight and kill each other to amuse the =Calluans. So, in =73 =BC, he organized a revolt, and gathered the gladiators from far and near, and with them and other followers, he fled to the mountains, where for several years he defied the =Roman armies. But at last he was defeated, captured and put to death with all of his remaining followers. Their bodies were hung on crosses from one end to the other of the great =Roman road extending Thanks, =Monsieur =l'Abbe, said the man. Then, turning abruptly to the old man, he folded his arms, and bending upon his host a savage gaze, he exclaimed in a hoarse voice: Ah! really! You lodge me in your house, close to yourself, like this? Have you really reflected well? How do you know that I have not been an assassin ? The =Bishop replied: That is the concern of the good =God. Then gravely, and moYing his lips like one who is praying or talking to himself, he raised two fingers of his right hand and bestowed his benediction on the man, who did not bow, and without turning his head or looking behind him, he returned to his bedroom, where he knelt and said a brief prayer. A moment later he was in his garden, walking, meditating, his heart and soul wholly absorbed in those grand and mysterious things which =God shows at night to the eyes which remain open. As for the man, he was actually so fatigued that he did not even profit by the nice white sheets. Snuffing out his candle, he dropped, all dressed as he was, upon the bed, where he immediately fell into a profound sleep. Midnight struck as the =Bishop returned from his garden to his apartment. A few minutes later all were asleep in the little house. But =Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did never unroll; Chill =Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem, of purest ray serene, The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village =Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute, inglorious =Milton here may rest, Some =Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; &&000 WINGS OF ADVENTURE (1931) 8TH GRADE WIN9318T.ASC WINSTON & CO. by Sydney V. Rowland et al Source: US Offcie of Educ Historical Library Wash. DC Xeroxed,, scanned and edited by DPH June 29, 1993 &&111 did he know by that unexplainable power which animals have that we were friends, that we would protect his life with ours, did he, I wonder? For he cleared the four-foot fence with a bound and trotted up to us, then stood trembling, his soft eyes glazed with fright, white foam at the corners of his mouth. This is not a fiction story; I am telling it as it happened. The little fawn thrust his hot, dry nose against my hand, and when =Brother and I, recovering from our petrified amazement, put our arms around his velvety neck, he did not shrink away, but pressed against us as if mutely begging protection. If you have never had a wild creature throw itself upon your mercy, if you have never known the feeling of a soft, brown deer body pressed against yours in pleading and in confidence, you cannot realize the wild thrill of ecstasy that went through us. His name is =Leonard! I found breath to say, my face against the velvety neck of the little deer. But =Brother, being a man in his sense of practical things, was thinking of sterner things. The hounds, he reminded me, would shortly find the scent of the deer. If they came baying down the hill, the fawn would take fright and dart away before we could stop him. It was not a pleasant picture, but what were we to do? The short, whining barks of the dogs had already changed to the long, triumphant cadence of the hound in full cry. They would come down the hill, the The busy little village of =Shi =Er =Dun =Chiao =Twelve =Bridges lay dreaming in the blazing sun of an =August afternoon. Specks of dust danced in the blinding glare and heat waves shimmered haziiy before the eye, changing the outlines of the buildings to queer, fantastic shapes. Down the main street came a group of load coolies, those men who are the burden bearers for a nation, and whose very name, coolie, means those who eat of bitterness. They were clad in one garment only, knee pants, made of blue cotton cloth. Around their heads were cotton rags tied in the form of a bandage across the forehead, to keep perspiration from running into their eyes, as they bent under their heavy loads. They halted in front of a tea house, each man carefully setting down the two baskets of grain, which he carried suspended from the ends of a flat bamboo pole. The center of a carrying pole rested on a man's shoulder, and whenever the weight of the load became too heavy for one shoulder, he changed to the other shoulder. The men, having laid their poles upon the tops of their baskets, walked into the tea house. Six of them ordered tea; the seventh, who had more money than he looked upon the cowering wretches with stern, unyielding eyes. Learn that evil cannot triumph over goodness, he said to them. You who were so strong, shall be weak. You who hunted, shall be preyed upon for food. You shall know what it is to suffer as I have suffered, striving ceaselessly for that which is unattainable. You shall strive and shall reach your goal only to die. I have spoken! I, the =Great =Chief, have said it! Then he hurled the =Evil =One into the water far below. The =Demon's shrill cry of anguish was checked in mid-air. For suddenly he was a demon no longer, but a slender, shining fish. The other demons cried out for mercy. But they, too, were silenced and were naught but a pile of wriggling, gasping salmon lying upon the rocks. So it is to this day that the =Indians hunt the salmon in the streams with nets and spears. And that is why the salmon swim upstream, battling against the cruel currents, being horne back by waterfalls and whirlpools, but struggling, always struggling, to reach some futile goal. And when their eggs are laid, they die. Their long, lifeless bodies float downstream, their dead eyes staring in somber mockery at the living silver hordes, pushing, struggling, battling, swimming against the current in a frenzied haste to reach the goal of death. Sad indeed was the world on which the =Great =Chief looked down. It was blackened by the ravaging fire, strewn with giant boulders, rent asunder, warped out =FIRST =STRANGER: Probably, though, the idea of a stock farm doesn't appeal to you =Southerners. You're wedded to cotton. JUDGE =HOLMSTED: Wedded? Smiles whimsically. The word is well chosen, sir. And since the boll weevil hit us it looks like a weddin with no chance of divo'ce. The STRANGERS laugh. SECOND STRANGER: That's just what I would do if I owned this place, =Judge. I understand your land runs clear down to the river? Well, there's the water for your cattle. I'd stock this place with =Angus or =Hereford cattle and =Berkshire hogs. Then divide it into pastures with a suitable number of fences. Your =Bermuda and =Johnson grasses would furnish spring and summer grazing. Then there are your river canebrakes for winter forage. Why, just think of it, man! Those rolling acres dotted with sleek, black cattle and fat hogs! And your bottom lands would raise what corn you needed. Romance? There it is for you! Why, a man under those conditions wouldn't have anything to do but sit and count his money as it came in! JUDGE =HOLMSTED: I've quite often thought of venturing some along that line, sir. Very casually. I may even try it next year. =BAMA enters through doorway, =L, with something in her hand. =BAMA: =Judge, you dropped your fountain pen, too, sir. JUDGE =HOLMSTED: Thank you, =Bama. =BAMA leaves room through door, =L. But I'm forgetting, gentlemen! You're probably tired from your day's tramp through the swamp. Any time you feel like retiring, =Fifty years ago, =Black =Sam had a little hut so far down among the rocks of the =Sound that it seemed as if every high tide must wash it away. He was a hardworking young man, as active as a cat, and was a laborer at a farm on the island. In the summer evenings when his work was done, he would hasten down to the shore and remove his light boat and go out to fish, and there was not a corner of the =Sound that he did not know, from the =Hen and =Chickens to the =Hog's =Back, from the =Hog's =Back to the =Pot, and from the =Pot to the =Frying =Pan. On this particular evening =Sam had tried in turn all these fishing grounds, and was so eager to fill his basket that he never noticed that the tide was ebbing fast, and that he might be cast by the currents on to some of the sharp rocks. When at length he looked up and saw where he was, he lost no time in steering his skiff to the point of =Blackwell's Island. Here he cast anchor, and waited patiently till the tide should flow again and he could get back safely. But as the night drew on, a great storm blew up and the lightning played over the shore. So before it grew too dark, =Sam quickly changed his position and found complete shelter under a jutting rock on =Manhattan Island, where a tree which had rooted itself in a cleft spread its thick branches over the sea. I shall not get wet, any how, thought =Sam, who did not like rain, and, making his boat fast to an overhanging limb, he laid himself flat in the bottom and went to sleep. make the nest always warm and snug. Many of their fellows elected to build by wallowing a depression in the earth near the edge of the water, and when their young hatched, they found themselves in an apparently dangerous position, for many of the animals that hunt on the shores of lakes would use them for a good meal. As the great diver gazed over the delightful expanse of water, he saw at some distance a handsome bird almost as large as a goose but with shorter neck, gliding over the surface of the water. Instinct told him that this was his mother. The bird had a black head and neck, while her black back and wings were heavily and irregularly spotted with white. Her belly and breast were whitish, though he could not see much of this, for she swam so low that only the top of her back showed above the water. At the other end of the lake a similar bird was diving and playing in the water. This was his father, who, choosing to leave the feeding grounds near the nest to his busy wife, did his own fishing farther away. Suddenly the mother disappeared under the surface of the lake and presently arose with a fish in her beak. Carrying this to the edge of the nest, she proceeded to tear off strips of flesh and, after thoroughly macerating, or tearing them to pieces, she placed them in the young diver's mouth, and he ate them greedily. When his appetite was satisfied, his mother cleaned out the remaining pieces of egg shell from the nest, put her house in order, and clambered on the nest to brood her offspring and perchance to hatch the other Lying upon her back, she looked up at the sky that, with the gathering darkness of the warm summer night, disclosed its twinkling stars, and wished that she could suddenly die out there in the field in some mysterious way, so that there might bemuch self-condemning woe at the farmhouse when they found her, cold and still. And she could not refrain from weeping with sheer pity for herself. After pondering for a while on the sad picture of her untimely death, she changed to one of great deeds and happiness, wealth and renown in some far-off land toward which she was half determined to set out. But this delightful dream was rudely broken into. A long blast from the cow horn sounded through the quiet night and echoed itself against the bluff. The little girl sat up and looked toward the house through the dark aisles of the corn. I'm not coming, she said, speaking out loud in a voice that broke as she ended, I'm going to stay here and starve to death ! Once more the cow horn blew, and this time the call was more prolonged and commanding in tone. It brought the little girl to her feet, and she hunted up her hat and put it on. Then, as two short, peremptory blasts rang out, she started toward home. Next morning she dressed hurriedly and got to the sitting room as quickly as she could. But there was no bright red wagon standing bravely in wait for her as she entered; there was nothing under her breakfast plate, even when she turned it over. She ate her grits The colonel was sitting in his tent when the captain's troop rode into camp. The guide jumped off his horse and hastened to the colonel. The captain slowly followed. When he entered the tent, the colonel was in a rage. For a time he could not speak. At last he uttered the word: Traitor. The captain smiled. =Colonel, said he, you are a =Christian, and when you are calmer, you will agree with me. I was sent to kill those wretches. I found them, their leader was preaching to them of the =Resurrection, an old man preaching to a congregation in rags. They had decked a stump for an altar. The sun was just rising and fell upon it. And what you may call treason, but which I call a tenderness, fell upon me. I saw a sort of misled =John =Brown praying. Sincerity was his accent. faith was his watchword. The great guns of the war were hushing one by one. Birds were building their nests. And I said to myself: Does my country in the glory of her victory want the blood of these poor misguided wretches? And I believe it was the spirit of my country that whispered: No. I admit that I have disobeyed orders. I make no defense, except that I could not find it in my heart to murder them. Colonel, I am covered with wounds. I enlisted as a private and I have fought my way up. You have commended me for bravery. You know that there is no treason in my nature. You know that I love my country better than I do my life. In =New =England my father is preaching, praying for but I could not help leaving something that was a part of me in the cage with the far-eyed =Lady =Silver. =Bobs had been born in a flat-land's gully, beside a muddy river. When her newly opened eyes had first met the sun, she had seen it from under the shading thumb of a gentle-handed engineer. I did not have to win her friendship. It was simply a matter of getting acquainted. But then, she had never run freely wild, nor leaned against the wind over a mile-high chasm and seen a lazy, winding river far below, looking like a strip of sky, carelessly dropped and left there, forgotten. Yes, I could say Good-by to =Bobs, but I could not say anything to my =Silver =Lady. As far as she cared, I had not even been there. Through the influence of any old friend, =Hal =Felker, a popular =Denver lawyer, it was arranged with the city park commission that a telegram from me would start =Lady =Bobs, by express, direct to whatever location I might choose for the filming of a northern picture that I planned to make the following winter. During the next several months I visited many zoos, both in the =States and in =Canada, looking for a dozen or so individuals to make up a wolf pack. And I chased down many false rumors of splendid wolves, privately owned. But in all this time the picture of =Lady =Silver, with her cold eyes, did not grow dim. I simply could not forget that I wanted to know her, to own her. But I knew I must be practical; I could not, I thought, spare the time from my work to win her friendship, much less educate her to act before a camera. comes, it, makes them ever so soft. Even rocks crumble away when they are frozen and then thawed. The sunshine nibbles, too. It dries the surface of the land, making dust which is swept away by every puff of wind. The rain nibbles most of all. Every heavy fall of rain makes the rivers muddy. Tiny streams run down the hillside to make bigger streams, and these join together to make rivers. A river with its tributaries is just like a lot of gutters down which mud and stones are washed away. These gutters, or valleys, are always getting deeper because the water is carrying stuff from the land to the sea. Sometimes a river cuts a deep channel with steep sides right through the rocks, like the =Grand =Canyon of the =Colorado. More often the channel is a broad open hollow, like the valley of the =Ohio or the =Missouri. One way or another, the water eats its way down and down until the fossils that once lay buried are uncovered. You remember about the stone books of old =Babylon, which were found under the sands of the desert? The rocks are the stone books of the earth. The animals and plants have written their own story in these books. They have written it in portraits of themselves. Some of the portraits are very sketchy, just a piece of bone or the print of a leaf; but they tell us quite a lot about the living things that swarmed in sea and on land long, long ago. Many men have spent their lives studying the stone books of the earth. And one of the first things they