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=Tony hadn't thought of entering =Handsome
in the =Pet =Show until he met =Tom on the
street. Tom owned a baby alligator.
 I'm entering my alligator in the show, 
said =Tom.  It's too bad you haven't even a
tame woodchuck or snake. 
=Tony's mouth opened and he heard his
voice saying,  I'll enter =Handsome. 
 =Oh!  laughed =Tom.  =That dog can't even
wag his tail. Will you enter him as a hound
or a cocker or what? 
Those words had cut =Tony to the quick.
But he couldn't explain to anyone how he
felt about the scared, lost pup he had found
in his yard.
Tony had worked hard with =Handsome.
The dog was beginning to feel safe with him.
Yesterday =Handsome had almost wagged his
tail. But he was still afraid of other people.



The tailor tied his rope around the
animal's neck and freed the horn with his
ax. Then he brought the animal to the castle
and was wedded to the king's daughter.
A few nights later, the princess heard her
husband talking in his sleep.  Come, boy, 
he said.  Help me sew these trousers and
this vest. 
Then she knew that her husband was a
tailor. She begged her father to free her
from the lowly man. The king told her to
leave their bedroom door open that night.
Servants would carry off the tailor in his
sleep. But the tailor heard of the plan.
That night, the tailor made believe he was
talking in his sleep.  I have killed seven at
one blow,  he said.  I have also killed two
giants and caught the one-horned animal.
Shall I be afraid of those who stand outside
my door? 
When the servants heard this, they ran.
And the tailor continued to live merrily in



When the group reached Mr =Dixon's faIm,
the =Billings children and =O-me-me slipped
away from the others and climbed a hill.
They could hear the chatter of voices from
the red barn, where the husking was being
held. In the frosty night outside the barn,
bright pumpkin lanterns were hanging.
While the children waited, the moon rose
from behind the hills. In the sky to the
north, green and yellow lights danced like
shimering spikes. It was a perfect =Halloween
night with a mysterious, shivery feeling in
the air.
 Everyone has arrived,  said =Lucy at last.
 Face the barn, =O-me-me. The wind will
carry the sound down to the barn door. 
Putting her hands to her mouth, =O-me-me
made a sad animal cry. Again and again she
imitated a wildcat, getting louder each time.
It made =Willy shiver until his teeth
chattered and his pink straw hat bobbed up
and down.



Uncle =Gus and the first mate watched, too.
Would this icebreaker, which the ice patrol
had provided for them, succeed in getting
them through the bay? She did, and she led
them to the =Soo =Locks. This meant that the
first lap of the trip was over.
 A deed well done,  =Uncle =Gus radioed
to the =Pathfinder, and he meant it.
The freighter entered a lock and the gates
closed behind them, locking them in. Down
went the water. The boat seemed to be riding
down in an elevator, for a lock is like a big
elevator that can raise or lower a ship. The
gates ahead of them opened. Then they rode
through another lock, which let them out
on the angry waters of the next lake.
The =Princess =Pat soon looked like a ghost
ship. She was covered with a film of ice from
the spray of water that hit her deck. But
Uncle =Gus, who was the product of a long
line of sea captains, continued his race.



Jerking the line faster, =Andy pulled the
kayak through the water. An instant later,
he grabbed a paddle and climbed in. Then,
paddling against the rough current, he
reached the crew on the opposite floe.
Shouting, the crew greeted the boy whose
courage had saved them. In their gladness
they roughly jerked =Andy from the kayak.
 We thought you would be swept into the
water when you jumped, =Mayokok said.
 How did you manage to get the kayak? 
 My harpoon caught the kayak,  =Andy
=Pnswered.  And you know whose idea it was
that every =Eskimo should know about
harpoon throwing. 
=Mayokok, whose words had proved to be
wise ones, only nodded and smiled.
Taking two men in the kayak on each
trip, =Mayokok landed the crew on the main
ice floe. After that, the walruses were pulled
over and skinned.
Then hot tea was made and everyone felt
better. As they made plans for the trip home
=Andy said,  On the next hunt, I'll harpoon
walrus, not a kayak! 



This evening I shall sing a new song for
you. Its title is =Oh! =Susanna.  
As the melody rang out, the people sat up,
delighted. This was a fine song indeed, the
best that =Christy had.
When the last note had died away, a storm
of hand clapping swept through the theater.
=Christy sang the second part, and as he
reached the chorus, everyone joined in
singing,  =Oh! =Susanna, don't you cry for me. 
As the people left the theater, they were
still humming the notes of =Stephen's song.
Happier than he had ever been, =Stephen sat
on, his mind busily at work.
Suddenly he darted through the streets,
and, arriving home, took his pen to write.
It was not long before he had finished his
jolly  =Camptown =Races. 
The next morning everyone on the streets
was whistling the chorus of  =Oh! =Susanna. 
Even on the wharfs, =Stephen heard deck
hands and sailors whistling his melody.



He prepared vegetables, washed dishes, went
to market, and served the food.
One night at dinner the master and his
company were talking about =Indians. 
 =Mexican =Indians make good servants, 
said one man,  but they aren't bright
enough to learn to read. 
The master asked =Benito, who was serving
the dinner, what he thought about that.
 I am an =Indian,  =Benito said,  but I have
already learned to read. Your son is teaching
me, sir. =Indians can learn just as anyone
else can, if they are given a chance. 
Then he proved what he said by reading to
them from a book. His master was pleased.
 I am going to send this boy to school and
perhaps to college,  he said.  I will prove
that an Indian is as bright as a white boy. 
So =Benito went to school, where he made
higher grades than any other pupil. His
master sent him on to college, where he
studied to be a lawyer. He became such a
good lawyer that he was made a judge.
=Benito =Juarez was the first =Indian ever to
be a judge in =Mexico.



figure did his own chore, never getting in
another figure's way. The jungle people lay
in their hammocks and drank grape juice,
their minds free for high thoughts.
Then the children, who admired the little
wooden figures, grew dissatisfied. These  
fatcheeked children complained of the amount
of work which they themselves were forced
to do. They said they had no time to play and
study. The old man told them that if this
were really true he would aid them. And he
cut twenty figures for each boy and girl.
Now every child had a teacher who never
drew cross, a helper to plan the games, and
someone to weed the flower garden.
The children had their own bead stringers,
ice makers, and servants, too.

In the large =South =American country of
=Argentina is a flat prairie that stretches as
far as the eye can see. On this open prairie,
known as the pampas, there are very few trees.
The soil is covered mostly with long blades
of grass, which is used by grazing cattle.
Down in the rustling grass a family of
rheas made their nest. Probably you have
never seen a rhea. But you can find a picture
of one in any big dictionary.
The rhea lives in =South =American and is
unlike most birds. He has long legs and a
long and rubbery neck. His wings are useless
for flying, but he is a speedy runner.  
Fullgrown rheas are often three feet tall.



=Orville: I feel that way, too, =Wilbur.
=Wilbur: Now we know the reason our glide:
didn't stay in the air longer at =Kitty =Hawk
It was the same the other times we tried, too
There wasn't enough wind power.
=Orville: But with a motor and propellers
we'll soar like birds. I've been reading what
other scientists say, too. They all feel sure
that flight by air will be successful.
=Wilbur: We'll do it, =Orville. We can create
our own wind power. And we'll have rudders
for steering, too.
=Orville: I guess we're through with gliders.
There's not much advantage in using them.
They can only soar. We want to fly, and with



The boys wanted to know about the
neighbors who shared the name =Arnerican.
We'll start with the =Eskimos,  said =Dick.
Unrolling a bundle, he announced,  =ThiB
is two animal =Bkins sewed together. With it,
we can play the =Eskimo blanket-toss game. 
Then he called a group of fathers who were
looking at a television show with Mr =Drew.
The men came down into the yard and
held the open skins chest high.
 =Bud, we're going to toss you into the air, 
said =Spike.  Try to land on your feet. 
Up went =Bud. Down he came, but not on
his feet. When he tried again, he almost
landed on his feet. Then he lost his balance.
Each cub had a turn, but they all agreed
that they would need practice to be as good
acrobats as the =Eskimo boys.
Mrs =Drew laughed,  If that game makes
the =Eskimos as warm as you boys, it should
be a great favorite in the arctic. Let's pause
for a while and cool off. 
Then as den mother she asked them to
choose something to do during the month.
 A =Pan-American show!  exclaimed =Peter.
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Then =Peter stepped down to the edge of the  =Potomac, 
that is, of course, =Cottonwood =Brook.  =Teddy stepped over
beside =Peter. He paused. Then with a low bow, he handed
=Peter the dollar and stepped back.
Suddenly =Peter's face turned bright red, and I saw why.
=Teddy had stuck to his promise, all right. He had given
=Peter a real dollar to throw across the  =Potomac. 
But it was a paper dollar!
Right away =Teddy's whole plan became plain as day. No
one could throw a paper dollar across a stream =thirty-eight
feet wide. Even if =Peter tried, the dollar would just float to
the ground. And while everyone was laughing at =Peter,
=Teddy would step over, pick up his dollar, and call it a day.
It looked as if once again =Teddy had put one over on
=Peter, and I wasn't happy at the idea.  =Teddy had been
responsible for that kind of monkeyshines too much lately.
And getting away with them! This was going too far.
=Peter stood there a moment holding the paper dollar and
not seeming to know exactly what to do. He batted his
eyes and swallowed hard. He never looked more unhappy.
Then =Peter did a very strange thing. He leaned down
and picked up a rock near the water's edge. Surprised, we
all watched him.
Carefully, he wrapped the dollar bill tightly around the
rock. He took two steps forward, brought back his arm,
and threw with all his might.



The men began to take short flights in the plane, and by
the end of =August there was a very businesslike air about
the camp.
One after another of the scientists went on the flights to
other parts of the region, returning thoughtful and excited.
Each man kept records of his work and guarded his
instruments and record books carefully. On a trip such
as this, every explorer, every scientist, every crewman had a
job to do. And every man's work was important.
In =December, the middle of summer in the =Antarctic, the
colonel made ready for a very important flight of discovery.
Whenever the weather reports continued good, he would try
to fly over the =South =Pole.
A pleasant feeling of eagerness swept through the crew.
Explorers had traveled to the =Pole by dog sled, but as yet no
one had flown over it. Their colonel would make it, they
felt sure!
One day, from his rooftop seat, =Luck saw many things
happening around the shed. A crewman was checking the
=Snowbird's fuel. Supplies and more fuel were being loaded
into the cabin. Then a sled and a husky team were taken
aboard. The young huskies that =Luck often played with
were going on the trip.
The tip of =Luck's tail waved when he saw the dogs. Why
should his playmates go without him? Down he bounded,
on silent cat feet, and into the plane beside them.



His next act was brave enough to be remembered for
=hundreds of years.
His sword raised high, he shouted orders to attack as if he
led five =thousand men.  Charge!  he yelled.  Forward to
battle for freedom! 
The =Spanish soldiers stopped in their tracks. There was
a moment's uncertain pause. Then they scattered in fright.
The march to capture the =Liberator became a stampede to
get away from him!
One man, armed only with a sword and a daring heart,
had turned back an army of five =hundred.
=Carlos led his pony out from behind the trees when he
saw =Bolivar's men show themselves. He was shaking
with excitement. What had just happened was little
short of magic!
Still mounted on his horse, =Simon =Bolivar returned to his
men.  Well,  he said, laughing,  an enemy that fears a
battle is not so brave after all! 
The men nodded, and =Carlos drew a deep breath.
 And you,  said =Boliver, looking at him,  you are a fine,
brave citizen!  The =Liberator's eyes, full of understanding,
smiled at =Carlos.
 Run,  he ordered.  The =Spanish will be out looking for
us again before long. And your mother will be worried
about you. 
=Carlos looked at the ground. He did not want to go.



One of the early =Spanish explorers thought that the  
longhaired native men he saw there were women, and he was
surprised to find them fierce fighters, as well. He had heard
in his own country many tales of strange, warlike women
who were called =Amazons. And so he named the =South
=American river the =Amazon.
No other river in the world carries so much water as the
=Amazon. It gathers the waters from half of =South =American
and sends them in a great yellow flood out to sea. It is so
deep that heavy ocean liners can travel it for two =thousand
miles!
Like a giant yellow snake, the =Amazon winds through the
jungle, where trees and vines and underbrush grow thickly
down to the water's edge.
There, alligators lie sleeping in the mud. Tall birds cool
their feet in the water. Giant butterflies fly through the
thick underbrush. Always there are the rustling sounds
and the humming of many insects.
Day and night monkeys shriek. Strange jungle birds cry
or sing strange songs to the beating of the rain.
This is the part of the earth which lies halfway between
the poles, the land of the equator. Here in the steaming
jungle the treetops form so thick a roof that the sun cannot
shine through. Even at noonday it is so dark that tree trunks
look gray and ghostly. But the heat of the equator is there
just the same.

=Man: Well, you can get in the net, after all!
=Alligator: You ought to tie a knot in it, =Master. Then if
you tip it, I will not fall out.
=Man  Tie a knot : It is done!
 He throws the net over his shoulder. 
You are so heavy I can scarcely lift you.
=Alligator: Someday you will see how grateful I am.
  The =Man goes carring the =Alligator over his shoulder and
his big stick in his hand .  

Act II
Time: The afternoon of the same day
Place: The riverbank
  The =Man enters carring the =Alligator over his shoulder
and breathing hard.  He stops throws down his stick and
places his load on the bank.  
=Man: Our trip is ended, brother.
 He unties the knot and opens the net. 
Now then, roll yourself out. How do you feel?
=Alligator: Much better, thanks, but I am still weak from
hunger. Oh! My ribs and scales! Oh! My aches and
pains! I can scarcely get down the bank myself.
=Man: Then I'll help you into the water.
 He does so. 
Now that you are in, I will leave you.
=Alligator  grabbing Man's leg in his jaws : Not yet!



But one time, the =Lady from =Philadelphia was out of
town when a dreadful thing happened.
On that sad morning, Mr =Peterkin and his oldest son,
=Agamemnon, started down to breakfast. Behind them
marched the other children. Mrs =Peterkin was already at
the table, beginning to drink her coffee. And that is when
the trouble started. Everyone saw at once that something
was wrong.
=Solomon: Mother! Why do you make such a funny face
when you taste your coffee?
Mrs =Peterkin.  I have put salt into my coffee instead of sugar!
I cannot drink it! Oh, dear, oh, dear!
Mr =Peterkin. =Agamemnon, you have been to college.
Think of something clever. What can we do?



At the =North =Pole the sun does not shine for six months of
the year. Yet a winter night there may not be as dark as a
winter night in your own home town. This is because the
moonlight on the snow and ice is very bright. The air, too,
is so clear that the moon can be seen for days at a time.
The =Arctic summer is very short, but plants grow faster
and often bigger than in other parts of the world. Indeed,
some plants grow, leaf, flower, and then go to seed, all in
one month!
The shortest way to the other side of the world is across
the =Arctic instead of east and west across the wide oceans.
Passenger lines are now flying planes  over the top , 
another reason why the =Arctic is one of the most important
regions in the world today.



Once in =Alaska, the =Eskimos say, there lived an old crow.
He was not a bad fellow, but he was puffed up and thought
himself very wise. He was black as coal, and he had a long
tail of which he was very proud.
But Mr =Crow was unhappy because he did not have a
wife.

=Bobby knew =Snooky could pull in harness as well as any
of the huskies now. But he had always dreaded the day
when his favorite would have to work for his keep.
 You have lots of other dogs to choose from, =Father, 
said =Bobby at last.  =Snooky's still young. Can't he have
a little more time to grow up? 
 Son,  said his father,  you've always known =Snooky
would take his mother's place on the team. Fancy is getting
old, too old now for long trips. And you know that this
new airplane service is speeding up the fur trade. I've got to
put strong teams on the trails to reach our outposts quicker. 
 I suppose so,  agreed =Bobby sadly.  But will you let me
drive =Snooky? I know my way to the outposts. 
 I think you're too young,  said his father.



=Smoky slipped out from his hiding place.
Instead of shouting or throwing something at him, =Clay
remained quiet. He didn't care to have that terrible skunk
smell spoil his clothes and everything else in the  
cabin. You won't have to protect yourself against me, boy!  he
said softly to the.visiting skunk.  Just make yourself at
home. 
=Smoky did. He liked the cabin and he liked the man. In
a few days he and =Clay were fast friends.
=Smoky found all the bugs he wanted to eat within a few
yards of the cabin. They seemed to him to be bigger, better
bugs than the ones he caught when he lived alone in the
forest. That, of course, was because he was so happy living
at the cabin.
Then one night =Clay came in with a bunch of papers from
the post office. He opened the papers and read them with a
worried look on his face, so busy that he hardly noticed
=Smoky.
=Smoky could not know that =Clay was reading about the
great fires that were blazing in several nearby forests. He
only knew that he wanted some fun. So when =Clay did
not give him any attention, he left the cabin and went down
he forest trail to catch bugs.
Soon he heard a man coming heavily along the trail.
=Smoky hid. And then he saw something that frightened
him, as it does all animals of the forest. Fire!
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=Doody laughed and crowed as he ran along the
bushes by the fence. And even when it was time
to fly over, he stopped and strutted and crowed
back,  Catch me, old =Big =Teeth! Why don't you
catch me? 
That made the dog so angry that he jumped
straight into the air. And he did catch =Doody.
He caught him by the tail.
For a second the rooster thought he had come
to his end. But then he started flapping his wings
and pulling. He pulled till his tail came loose.
And the next thing he knew, he was over the
fence, but he had no arching tail left at all! He
ran for the shed to hide in the straw.



You find the nests on the rocks very close
together, but they do not look much like nests.
Any little low place in the rocks that can keep
an egg from rolling seems to have been used
for a nest and lined with grass, sticks, fluff, or
feathers, whatever was at hand.
In and around some nests there are feathers and
small shells and cherry stones. The parent gulls
eat fish, insects, worms, and nearly anything they
can find. They must bring food to the island for
their young. The cherry stones are from cherries
they have got in orchards miles away, where they
flew looking for food.
Perhaps at first you do not see any eggs among
the rocks, but at last you find what you are seeking.
In a nest are two gray-brown eggs a little larger
than a hen's egg. They are spotted a dark brown
that is almost a purple.



=Kate had come to live with her cousin =Jancsi
and her aunt and uncle on a ranch in =Hungary.
The apple trees were in full blossom. White
strawberry flowers covered the edge of the
pastures. The farmyard was busy with new life.
Baby chicks ran about in the grass. Pink little
pigs squealed in their pen. The cow had a  
brown and white calf, marked like a chestnut. It kept
tumbling after its mother and getting in  
everybody's way.
The vegetable garden was coming along well.
The fresh green plants were standing in even
rows, like so many little green soldiers. Swallows
darted under the porch, repairing their nests.
=Kate was having a wonderful time, pIanting a
flower garden all her own. She could hardly wait
for the baby plants to grow.
One day when =Kate's uncle came home from
the village, he said,  I have a surprise for all of
you. I heard that the big fair will be held near
our viIIage this year, one week from today. 

Glad of something interesting to do, the girls
ran toward the drying field, where =Father and
=Joe were piling trays of prunes.
 =Father!  =Linda began calling the moment he
appeared from behind a pile of prune trays.
 =Father, there are still some prunes left in the
orchard. 
=Father helped =Joe to swing a tray of prunes
into place before he turned to smile at =Linda.
 I know,  he said.  It does seem too bad. But
you see, so few prunes are left that it wouldn't
pay any men to pick them. They wouldn't make
enough to pay for their time. There wouldn't be
over ten boxes of fruit on the twenty acres. 
 But isn't it good fruit?  =Sarah asked.
 As good as any we have harvested,  he
answered.
Suddenly an idea blazed in =Sarah's mind. Her
heart began to thump loudly. It was such a
splendid idea! If only =Father would say yes to
it! She tried to speak, but her mouth was all at
once so dry that it couldn't make words. At last
she swallowed hard and spoke in a strange voice,
not at all like her own.



Once there was a baby named =Flipper. This
baby could not walk, because she had no feet.
She had no hands either. =Flipper was a baby sea
lion. Instead of having hands and feet, or paws
or claws, she had four wide, flat flippers. That's
how she got her name.
These four little flat flippers were useless right
now. Baby =Flipper, new, tiny, and helpless, lay
on a large sunny rock. Her furry skin w as
gray-brown in color.  =Flipper drank milk from
her mother, as many baby land animals do, and
her mother took care of her. So she had nothing
to do all day but lie on her stomach on a rock
in the sun.
This rock was on =Cliff Island in the =Pacific
=Ocean. There were big brown rocks all about,
some high as a house, some low and washed by
waves. There were short stretches of white sand,
broken in places by gray-green beach grass that
moved in every breeze. Out beyond was the
water, blue-green in the wind, golden in the sun,
and almost black under the clouds.



=Dick hoped =Mother wouldn't scold or say,  I
told you so,  and she didn't. She just asked,
 Where did you get money for the bus ride? 
=Dick told her. Mr =Dawson handed some coins
to =Dick.  Run over to the hangar and leave this
money there for your pilot,  he said.
At the hangar =Dick asked about the pilot. He
learned that another plane had already gone to
help him and both were expected back soon.
Now nothing more was wrong, because when
=Dick got back to the trailer, his father's work
on the carburetor was completed, and they were
ready to start once more on their journey.
 Won't you ride in the front seat with your
father for the rest of the day,  said Mrs =Dawson.
 I just feel as if I'd like to have you where I can
see you. 
=Dick and his father looked at each other, and
Mr =Dawson smiled. Dick got into the front
seat of the car without a word. He knew, and
he knew that his father knew, too, that even the
best of mothers just can't help being a little too
cautious about some things.



 Chief's son,  said the witch doctor,  why
have you come to see me? 
 =Witch doctor,  began =Kintu bravely,  I am
in great trouble. I am afraid of the jungle!  He
stopped, but the witch doctor said nothing, so he
went on.  Yes, I'm afraid of it, its fierce beasts,
its noises, and its huge trees! I don't even like the
way it smells. How can I ever be a great chief
like my father when I am such a coward? 
=Kintu hung his head and waited for the witch
doctor to say something.
 This is bad!  said the witch doctor.  I must
think. 
He sat down and pulled his big black hat over
his nose and thought. =Kintu leaned against the
wall and watched him without a sound.

 I can't stand any more,  =Peggy said, almost

crying,
 A light's coming,  said =Katie.  It looks like
the big boat. 
The sound of the strong motor grew louder.
=Jerry put his hands to his mouth and sent a shout
through the darkness. A few minutes later =Dad
was helping them aboard the big boat. Then he
tied the dugout behind.
 Rough going, isn't it?  was all he said.
 =Dad, we found the men who are stealing logs.
They're sawing our marks off now over on =Kemp's
=Island.  
 You don't say! So that's why the booms
have been broken.  =Dad looked thoughtful for a
minute.  I'll land you and then take some men
to clean that crowd up. We'll take them by
surprise this time of night. 
When the tired children crawled from the boat
to the landing float, =Sven was Waiting there,
holding up a lantern to light them in. He looked
as if he were really frightened and worried.
 You had it pretty rough,  he said.  Why
didn't you come in my boat? 



In the back wall there was a deep crack, and
out of it ran a little stream. It ran across the
cave and under the front wall.  =Sammy knew it
was the same little brook he had followed in
coming to the cave. He walked toward it slowly.
His steps rang out loudly in the cave. The hair
along =Rex's back was standing straight up.
=Sammy stood for a long time thinking, with
his flashlight held on the deep crack in the wall.
There must be another cave on the other side
of the wall, he thought. A brook couldn't just
come out of nowhere. Perhaps if he could dig
out some of the wall around the stream bed, he
would dare to crawl under there, too.
Putting down the flashlight very gently, =Sammy
began digging along the banks of the brook. It
was easy digging, for the stream bed was smooth
sand.
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 Can't you do something for him?  Mr =Zabriski
begged.
 Do something!  cried the manager, who was
used to giving orders.  See if his heart is beating. 
The doctor felt in his pocket, and drew out a
little rubber-tubing telephone that is called a  
stethoscope. He put the tips to his ears, and began  
testing =Oscar's heart. =Oscar held his breath as long as
he could, but finally he could hold it no longer.
 You tickle!  he yelled, coming to life.
 He's fooling us!  shouted the doctor.
 My dress is ruined,  scolded the girl.
 You'll pay for this!  the first man roared
at the manager.
 What about my suit?  cried the second man.
Mr =Zabriski said gently,  Come on, =Oscar.
We'd better go. 
 Go?  shouted the manager.  Did you say
     go?  his voice thundered through the tent.
 You are fired! Get out of my show! 
At that the audience began to clap. Mr  =Zabriski whispered to
=Oscar,  They are glad we lost our jobs. 



It will be better for you to stay here with your
aunt, and study your lessons, and practice your
piano pieces, and do your sewing. 
 But you were only nine,   began =Mary.
 No arguing with your elders, my dear!  said
her father, and =Mary was silent. But all week
she watched with a heavy heart as her mother and
father got ready.  =Sultan seemed to understand,
for he forgot his tricks and rode everywhere on
=Mary's shoulder, like a little black shadow of
her woe.
The day came for the sailing of the =Arabella.
The trunks were out of the house. Her father's
and mother's went down to the vessel.  =Mary's
little trunk went to =Aunt =Betsy's. Her parents
said good-by to her at her aunt's after supper, for
the =Arabella would not sail until long after =Mary's
bedtime. She saw her mother's handkerchief  
waving and waving from the carriage as they 
drove down the street, and her father's silk hat lifted high.
The =Arabella would leave with the evening tide,
and Captain =Reid had to be on board to see that all went well.

Once on the main track, =Lescarbot ran for his
life and the lives of all the children. He must run
for five miles over the level to the cove. Then
he must run down the grade, across the bridge, up
the grade, and onto the level again before the  
=Picnicker got there. Could he do it? He must.
On and on flew the throbbing engine toward the
river and the =Old =Water =Bridge.
=Jerry hung out of one window and =Jake put his
head out of the other window. The bridge was
still standing.
=Lescarbot swung into the down grade. With no
cars behind him to hold him back, he almost left
the track. But he held on.
Suddenly =Jake cried,  The logs are coming!
We're too late! 
He put his hand on the throttle to stop =Lescarbot!
Then he pulled it back. They might make it yet.
They must make it!
Out of his one great eye, =Lescarbot saw the logs
coming. The first one went over the dam and was
flung high in the air. Then it dropped into the
river and hit the bridge a heavy blow. Then came



In the loose sand she bounced about happily.
She flipped her body over and back, over and back,
until she had made a bowl to lie in. She nosed
into the sand and sent it flying in all directions.
A half hour went by and still Mrs =Finnegan
played in the sand.
The warden was worried. He wanted to see
her safely into ocean waters. He urged her toward 
the sea, and got sand in his face for his
kindness. He waited.
As the rising tide came nearer, Mrs =Finnegan
grew quiet. She sniffed at the salty air and lifted
her face to the heavy spray. She lay silent,  
listening to the roar of the ocean.
The tide swept farther up the beach, until it
last the waves slapped at her.
With a happy shout she bounded up and sailed
out to the ocean on the white top of a wave. She
was off like a streak, pointing her nose toward the
sea-lion caves. The =Great =Adventure was over,
and the best part of it was coming home.



There was a big laugh from those who stood
near. The words of =Tassai, explaining her mistake,
were lost. Quickly she pushed her way through
the laughing crowd and ran home. She did not
know that the little white girl, eager to see again
that queer doll, was following close behind her.
The house of =Tassai was the last one in the little
town, on the very edge of the mesa top. She ran
into the door and did not notice that the little white
girl who had been following her had stopped  
suddenly just outside the doorway. The child was
watching, with wide, frightened eyes, a snake that
lifted its head from beside a big stone. It was a
rattlesnake, and it moved its flat, ugly head closer
and closer to the little girl. She gave one sharp
cry as =Tassai came out of her door with the jar in
her arms.  =Tassai had thrown aside the blanket
and held the jar unwrapped in her arms.
There was no time to think. There was no
time to call for help.  =Tassai did the only thing
she could do. With all her strength she threw
the jar at the snake. It broke into many pieces
on the rock, and the snake lay flat and still.



=Rikki had been sitting there patiently for a long
time when he felt a jerk on the line. =Rikki gave
it a little pull. Then he felt a strong pull at the
other end of the line, and he had to hold on with
all his might.  =Rikki had watched =Joe when he was
fishing from the dock, and he knew just what to do.
He let out a little more line and a little more line.
When the pull wasn't so strong, he began to pull
the line in. It pulled hard.  =Rikki knew that at
the end of it was a big fish.
Hand over hand, the line came in. By now a
group of people had gathered around =Rikki, and
everyone was laughing.  =Rikki wondered why
they were all laughing so hard. There was nothing
funny to him about catching a fish.
Now the fish was dangling above the water.
=Rikki could see it through the knot-hole. The
fish he had caught was a big one. It was bigger
than any fish =Joe had ever caught fishing from the
dock.  =Rikki pulled and pulled. Suddenly he realized
why everyone was laughing. The fish was too
big to go through the knot-hole!



=Coco, shaking his arm and scolding loudly,
woke =Oliver =John. He rubbed his eyes. It was
dark. Then he remembered. He was out in the
jungle with =Coco, and it must be night. Not even
men wanted to be out in the jungle at night.
=Oliver =John held his breath, listening. Yes,
he had heard something. It was a snorting and
crashing, and it was coming nearer and nearer.
 =Coco !   he screamed.  =Coco!  
=Coco came up close to him. Quickly =Oliver
=John climbed on his back, holding tight with his
arms and legs.  =Coco leaped for the trunk of the
tree they were under, and scrambled up. Oliver
=John looked down. A big black animal with a
long nose burst through the underbrush, crossed
the clearing, and disappeared.
By this time =Coco was high up in the tree, and
=Oliver =John could look out over the whole dark
sea of the jungle. The moon came up and threw 
a white light over everything. Bats flew round and



did nothing but talk about the joy of having the
sun once more. Then they began to talk about
skiing.
Today was the day of the district contest. Boys
had come from schools all over the district to take
part.
 I believe that you will win today,  said =Erik.
 Then you will be chosen to go to =Helsinki for
the finals. 
=Pekka took a deep breath. He had heard that
there were many wonderful sights in the city of
=Helsinki. There was nothing he wished to do any
more than to visit it. If only he could win first
place in today's contest!



square.  =Pedro liked the excitement. The  
shopkeepers had their goods right out under the sky, and
some of them sat in the dust on the ground, as
=Pedro liked to do. The only thing that kept off
the hot sun was a little strip of heavy cloth set up
like a tent over each shopkeeper and his goods.
At the first stall where =Pedro and his mother
stopped, there were piles and piles of baskets of
all sizes, big baskets, middle-sized baskets, and
little baskets. In the next stall there were three
squawking chickens, tied up with strings. In the
next stall a man had two little red squealing pigs.
And in the next there were small sweet cakes and
fresh bread, and bags of brown beans and white
rice. =Pedro suddenly felt very hungry. His
mother stopped to buy some beans, and the  
shopkeeper gave =Pedro one of the small cakes. While
he ate it, he looked about him.
In the stall right in front of him were hats,
nothing but hats. There were dozens and dozens
of hats, piled one over the other until they towered
above =Pedro like a mountain. They were woven
of straw and decorated with red and blue and green



into the darkness and pouring rain. There were
lights in the barn where someone was rounding up
the horses and cows.
=Allan plunged into the darkness of the muddy
pasture. Down the hill he went, slipping and
sliding. Wet branches whipped his face. When
he reached the tepee, he found the =Indians awake,
but still rolled in their blankets. They jumped up
quickly when =Allan began to make sign language
with his hands.
Nobody spoke. They worked swiftly, piling
blankets and bundles on the horses. When they
reached the ranch house, everybody was still  
packing things to save from the flood. No one had
noticed that =Allan had gone away and returned.
That night they all spent on the hilltop. It was
cold and wet in spite of the big fires that they had
made. But they were safe.
All night the men worked, piling sandbags on
the dam to hold it together. They worked so
fast and so well that the dam itself did not break.
The water did burst around one end of the dam,
flooding the flat land where the =Indians lived.
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Finally his mother said,
 =Henry, this can't go on. You
must get rid of some of those
fish. You'll have to give them
to your friends. 
=Henry liked each fish so much
he couldn't decide which one he
liked best. They were all so
lively, swimming around in their
fruit jars. =Henry didn't see how
he could part with any of them,
but now that he was on the third
row of jars around his room, he
decided to try. He started asking
his friends in the neighborhood if
they would like to have some fish.
=Scooter didn't think he had
time to take care of fish. He
delivered the =Shopping =News two
days a week.



As =Henry hurried on toward
the shore, he thought to himself,
 It's my hard luck to lose those
six quarts, but I'd rather have
the bear eat the berries than eat
the fellow who picked them !
Besides there are six more quarts
in the canoe. 
When =Henry reached the rocky
shore where he had left the canoe,
he stopped short and gasped at
what he saw. Some =fifty yards
away was the canoe, one end
resting on the rocks, and in it
sat, another bear! Yes, a bear!
Not a big bear, not nearly so big
a bear as the one in the berry
patch. In fact, it was just a cub,
a bright-eyed, greedy little cub
with blueberries smeared all over
its mouth and nose.
While the boy stood motionless,
not knowing just what to do, the
cub reached down with both
front paws, and =Henry heard the
clatter of metal against wood.
Then up came the paws filled
with blueberries.
  My blueberries !   thought
=Henry sadly, and stood scowling
while again and again the cub
reached into the pail for more.



the edge of the stone dock by
the painter, which was knotted
through an iron ring fastened to
one of the stones.
With trembling fingers =Greg
undid the knots in the rope and
made ready to jump down into
the boat. He must land in it
nearly in the center or he might
tip it enough to splash water
over the sides, or even turn it
over. Then the boat would be
of no use to him.
=Greg jumped, and landed
not far off-center. The boat
rocked a bit and then moved out
from the dock. It was carried
by the same tide that was  
sweeping =Katherina along.
=Greg at first thought the tide
would be a help to him. On  
second thought he wondered. If it
carried =Katherina along just as
fast as it did him, they would
both be moving along, but with
the distance between them  
always the same.
=Greg knew he would have to
use the oars which had been left
in the oarlocks. He had never
tried to row a boat before. One
strange tool would be easier to



really, and I'm training him to
behave. 
That dog will never have
any sense,  =Clinton declared.
 I wonder what =Uncle =Frank
was thinking of when he sent
you that city mongrel. A terrier
just isn't the right kind of dog
for a =Wyoming ranch. 
 I don't care what kind of
dog =Bernard is,  =Vivian said,
her eyes flashing.  He'll be
worth a lot someday. Just be
patient,  she added, picking up
the frisky puppy.
 Be patient!  =Clint  
exclaimed.  What do you think
we've been for the last six
weeks? You ought to call him
=Nuisance instead of =Bernard. 
 =Bernard is the right name, 
=Vivian declared.   It means  bold
as a bear and that's what this
dog is. Give him a chance to
prove it. 
 I don't care to wait, 
=Clinton snapped,  and don't
be surprised if your =Bernard
disappears one of these days
and never comes back. 
 =Clint =Clark, don't you dare
harm my dog!   =Vivian warned.


=Caliph: Perhaps we may hear some talk about this affair of
=AliCogia and the cloth merchant as we go through the
city tonight.
=Vizier: It is possible, =O =Commander of the =People! The
affair has made a great noise all through the city.
=Caliph =Ali =Cogia complained to the~ judge, I believe.
=Vizier: Yes, he claimed that the merchant had taken from him
one =thousand pieces of gold.
=Caliph Go ahead. Tell me all you know about it.
=Vizier: =Ali =Cogia left with this merchant, so he says, a jar in
which he had placed the gold pieces. Upon his return,
which was only yesterday, he went to the merchant and,
having received the jar, opened it. To his surprise he
found that the gold, which he had hidden below a layer
of olives, was no longer there.
=Caliph Ah, that is what =Ali =Cogia says. What says the  
merchant?
=Vizier: The merchant told the judge that he did not know
there was money in the jar and of course could not have
taken it.
=Caliph And the judge let the merchant go, I believe.
=Vizier: Yes, =O =Great =One, the merchant was set free.
=Caliph This =Ali =Cogia now has complained to me about the
merchant. I have promised to hear both the merchant
and =Ali =Cogia tomorrow. I wish I knew the truth about
the affair so that I could give a just sentence.
 They come upon several children playing in the  
moonlight. The =Caliph stops to watch them. 
=FIRST =CHILD: Let us play that the judge is trying the cloth  
merchant.
=SECOND =CHILD: Yes, yes!
=ALL =CHILDREN  Clapping their hands : Yes!



place just to gaze at the old
engine and to talk to Mr =Ward,
who owned the used-car lot. A
few times he had been lucky
enough to be invited to go along
when Mr =Ward was trying out
the motor or driving the old fire
engine around the town on  
business.
It was almost time for the
=September =Fair again when =Eddie
got on the bus one day after
school and went over to Mr
=Ward's used-car lot. He found
Mr =Ward putting a new battery
in a car.
  Hello, Mr =Ward !   said
=Eddie.
 How are you, =Eddie?  said
Mr =Ward.
  Fine,  said =Eddie.   Mr
=Ward, would you like to have
=Gardenia?  
 Who's =Gardenia?  asked Mr
=Ward.
  My goat,  said =Eddie.   =Papa
says that I have to give her
away. 
 Isn't that the goat that got
into trouble by eating all those
pies from the bakery wagon? 


uncle had told him that cows
like to stand under trees during
storms. He also remembered
that his uncle had said that
cows should be driven away from
trees during a storm, because
lightning often hits trees. There
was but one tree on the alp.
That was the old pine tree near
a steep cliff.
 It's a long way to the lone
pine,  thought =Kobi, as he
slipped through the wet grass.
Once he fell headlong on his face,
but he got up and struggled on.
He was so worried about the
lost cows that he had no time
to fear the wind, the thunder,
and the lightning.
When at last =Kobi neared the
tree, he saw that some animals
were standing together under it.
His uncle's cows! He shouted
and called. =Blass barked. Boy
and dog ran this way and that,
driving the frightened animals
toward the faraway barn.



himself and the boat turn  
completely over in the water and
come back right side up again.
To do this, he and the boat had
to be upside down in the water
part of the time.
As =Greg and =Katherina
watched now, =Jens rolled over
and came up out of the blue
water with shining streams  
dripping off him. Without panting
or puffing, he was off, paddling
with smooth strokes, first on
one side, then on the other.
When =Jens saw =Greg and
=Katherina, he waved his paddle
and pointed his kayak toward
the stone dock.  Today I will
teach you how to paddle!  he
shouted to =Greg.  I will give
you a lesson. 
=Greg was surprised. =Jens had
never offered to let him use his
kayak before. =Greg was pleased,
too. =Jens wouldn't offer to teach
him unless he felt that =Greg
was smart enough to learn how
to manage a tippy kayak. And
what fun it would be, back home
in school, to tell the class how he
had paddled a kayak in  
=Greenland!

told to anyone from that day
to this. But before I do, I wish
to express a hope that there are
plenty of baseball fans in this
audience. 
Everybody stared. What in
the world had baseball to do
with the mayor's story?
He continued,   Our town
team was going to play the last
game of the season that day, and
I was crazy to go. But my
father thought that games were
all foolishness. So when he said
I had to go up to =Arlington with
him to help unload =Judge  
=Pellsew's old furniture, I didn't dare
ask to stay to go to the baseball
game.
 I felt very mad about it, as
you can imagine, and more and
more so as our horses trotted
along carrying me farther and
farther from the baseball field.
I kept on hoping, as children
will, that something would  
happen, an earthquake, a flood,
or that one of the horses would
drop dead. But although I
knew all about them, and had
often played with them when I
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HELPING OTHERS  by Berbice E. Leary et al
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in it so =Old =Hezekiah could put his head
out. Then =Andy picked up the goose and
pushed him into the sack and pulled
=Hezekiah's head through the hole. Then
he tied the sack and put it on the mule.
After that, =Andy climbed on the mule and
started toward the far-away pasture.
Usually =Andy liked to ride the mule.
But this morning he didn't enjoy the ride,
and he was glad when he reached the
pasture. He got off the mule and untied the
sack. Then he put =Old =Hezekiah down.
The goose stayed near =Andy a long time.
But after a while, when some cows started
to the spring for a drink of cool water,
=Hezekiah went with them. Then =Andy got
on the mule quickly, and rode home.



 Come right here, then,  said the
friendly spruce-tree, for it was her voice
that had called.  You shall live on my
warmest branch all winter if you choose. 
 Will you really let me?  asked the little
bird eagerly.
 Indeed, I will,  answered the  
kindhearted spruce-tree.  If your friends have
flown away, it is time for the trees to help
you. Here is the branch where my leaves
are thickest and softest. 
 My branches are not very thick,  said
the friendly pine-tree,  but I am big and
strong, and I can keep the north wind from
you and the spruce. 
 I can help too,  said a little  
junipertree.  I can give you berries all winter
long, and every bird knows that juniper
berries are good. 
 So the spruce gave the lonely little bird
a home, the pine kept the cold north wind
away from it, and the juniper gave it
berries to eat.
 I would not have strange birds on my
boughs,  said the birch.


The =Queen placed a small hard pea upon
a certain bed. Then she had her women
place over it twenty fine feather beds,
each softer than the other, and the pile
reaching almost to the ceiling.
The weary little traveler was bathed in
warm scented water and attired in a  
nightgown of softest silk. Then she was assisted
up a ladder and on to the topmost feather
bed. She snuggled down under the silken
coverlet and the =Queen's serving women
withdrew, thinking they had left her to
sweet dreams.
When morning came, the =Queen went to
the room where the strange girl had spent
the night. She found her sitting, pale and
heavy-eyed, in the middle of her feather
beds, her pretty head almost touching the
ceiling.
 How did you sleep, child?  inquired the
=Queen.
 Oh, not at all, =Your =Majesty,  answered
the girl.  Some small, hard object  
underneath the feather beds bruised me all
through the night, and I slept not a wink. 



 Of course we don't want to discourage
=Herbert, but we don't know what to do. 
 Of course nobody wants to discourage
=Herbert,  said =Uncle =Horace.  And he is to
be congratulated on making such a
splendid can collection. He has the finest
collection of cans in the =United =States. I
might even go farther and say that he has
the most complete can collection in the
world.  He paused and nodded his head at
the beaming =Herbert.  But,  went on
=Uncle =Horace,  =Herbert has now reached
the limit which all experts finally come to,
his collection of cans is so complete that
there is really very little more that can be
done for it. 
 Then you would advise me to stop
collecting cans?  asked =Herbert, looking
discouraged.
Uncle =Horace looked =Herbert straight in
the eye.  I not only advise you to stop
collecting cans, =Herbert, but I suggest that
you dispose of your entire can collection. 
 Dispose of my can collection!  gasped
=Herbert.


 No,  said =Eddie, wrinkling up his brow.
 I don't think it was malted milk. 
Mr =Potter placed his palms on the
counter and leaned towards =Eddie.
 =Eddie,  he said,  do you think it was
buttermilk soap? Try to think hard. Was
it buttermilk soap? 
 Buttermilk soap,  muttered =Eddie.
 Buttermilk soap. 
Mr =Potter placed a cake of buttermilk
soap beside the other packages.
 Maybe it was,  said =Eddie,  but I'm
not quite sure. 
 You're sure it wasn't milkweed lotion? 
said Mr =Potter.
 What's that for?  =Eddie asked.
 Tis for your hands. Keeps them soft, 
replied Mr =Potter.
 Milkweed, milkweed,  =Eddie mumbled
to himself.  Milkweed. 
 Well, one of these must be right, 
said Mr =Potter.  Tell you what we'll do.
I'll put all of these things in a bag and you
take them home to your mother. She can
bring back the ones she doesn't want. 



 Well, I suppose,   said =Dan.
 Then it is all settled,  said =Toto
happily.
 =Tinker, The Only Monkey Trapeze Star In
The World!, How does that sound?  asked
the ringmaster.
=Tinker =chirruped. He did not know
whether he had been good or bad. He
held his hands together and looked up at
=Toto with bright, beady eyes.
 It's all right, =Tinker, old fellow,  said
the clown.
=Tinker was not quite sure just what all
this talk meant. But he knows now. At
each performance a very happy and clever
monkey, who is not a bit homesick, does
a special flying trapeze act for his friends,
the children.



 There's a nice farmhouse,  said the
midget.  Let's ask them for something to
eat. 
So the giant strode over to the  
farmhouse, bent over and knocked at the door.
He tried to knock softly, but he really
made a noise that startled the farmer's
wife so that she dropped the pie she was
just taking out of the oven. Then she
peered very carefully out of the front
window, between the white frilly curtains,
to see who could have made such a noise.
 Sakes alive!  she said to herself.  I
must be seeing things!  =And she did not
open the door.
The giant knocked again, more softly.
 It can't be,  said the farmer's wife to
herself.  I was seeing things.  =So she
marched boldly to the front door and
opened it.
 IF YOU PLEASE, MA'AM,  said the
giant in a voice that he thought was
pleasant, but that sounded to the farmer's
wife like the roar of a lion,  COULD YOU
GIVE US SOMETHING TO EAT? 



On the merry-go-round,
On the merry-go-round,
Oh, =Mary, go round with me!
You can pay half,
And I will pay half.
You'll ride an ostrich,
And I, a giraffe.
We'll cling as we fly,
And we'll laugh and we'll laugh,
Till people turn round to see.

On the merry-go-round,
On the merry-go-round,
Oh, =Mary, go round with me!
I'm sorry to say
We won't have a trapeze,
But we'll fly through the air
With the greatest of ease.
You can sing and be gay,
You can do as you please,
On the merry-go-round with me.



When I turn the pages
Of my favorite picture book,
I make believe I sail away
Into each picture nook.

I stop awhile in desert lands
To load the camel's back,
Or gaze upon the =Sphinx's face,
Beyond the sand-blown track.

Another page and I am off
To lands of ice and snow.
Beyond the igloo, round and white
I find an =Eskimo.

He's dressed in furs so snug and warm,
And smiles to have me near;
I think he'd like to have me stay
If he could make me hear.

I sail around to =China, =Spain, 
And into =Timbuctoo,
And when I close my picture book
I'm right back home with you.

Here is where one can earn something, 
he thought.
He stepped up to a certain =Farmer, who
was standing in his door, and said:
I am =Hans =Hannekemaaier. How much
wages do you pay here? 
Is your work good, =Hans?  asked the
=Farmer.
Is my work good? That I will leave to
you, =Boss, to see! 
The hot porridge was standing on the
table, and =Hans looked toward it with
longing eyes. Oh! how it steamed.
 Do I get something to eat, =Boss, if I
work? 
The =Farmer laughed.  Of course, =Hans,
of course. 
How many meals a-day? 
Three meals, =Hans, breakfast, dinner
at noon, and supper. 
May I ask, if you give breakfast now? 
Yes, =Hans. Sit down and begin. Eat all
you want. 
A good land!  thought =Hans.  Here I
can always get a snack. 
&&000 LYONS AND CARNAHAN (1956--also 1951) 4th grade LYN9564T.ASC
MEETING NEW FRIENDS  by Guy I Bond and Marie C. Cuddy
Source: Columbia TC  xerox scan edit by DP    May 11, 1993

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badgers. To help protect it from enemies, nature .
has provided the toad-frog with a milky-white 
poison. The poison-comes from the warts you  
see on its rough skin. This poison has a bad taste.
It probably has saved the toad-frog's life several
times. This toad-frog has lived in one patch of
grass for a long time, so he probably has saved
his life that way. 
 You knew about the toad-frog all the time, 
=Jim said.  And we thought we were going to sell
him to you for =fifty dollars. 
 I wouldn't worry too much about that,  their
father said.  I think I might spare a dollar for
each of you. 
=Two dollars was not so much as =fifty dollars
but it was pretty good for one day's work. And
it had been fun learning how toad-frogs protected
themselves from their enemies. Jim and =Patsy
were satisfied to enjoy the candy that =Father had
brought them from town. And it was fun to plan
how they would spend their two dollars.



The forest ranger knew that the first weeks were
the most dangerous time of a fawn's life. During
those weeks, its life depends upon staying out of
sight and being quiet while its mother is away.
If the fawn lies just as the mother leaves it, a
bear or other animal will pass by and not see the
fawn. These baby animals have very little scent
and, if they lie still, they do not attract the
attention of their enemies.
Sometimes when the fawns are stronger, they get
up and move about. When the doe returns, she
pushes them down and lets them know that they
must lie still.
The ranger thought of how many kinds of deer
there are in the forests. Each kind is different
in appearance and has a different way of living.
This doe had long ears, like a mule's. She had
a brown forehead. There was a white patch on her
rump and her white tail had a black tip. It was
plain that she belonged to the,mule-deer family.
Mr =Andre knew that each spring, as the snow in
the lower forest begins to melt and grasses begin
to grow, the mule-deer families go up the sides
of the mountains. They are going to their summer
feeding ground which usually is about seven  
=thousand feet up. They like the cooler weather there



Come with a good rifle and some ammunition, 
was the word he sent to them.  And come soon. 
From everywhere, men with rifles and ammunition
went to =Texas. War was about to begin.
Many men of the army wanted to go into battle
at once. They felt certain that they could defeat
the =Mexican =Army and would soon be able to return
to their homes. But =Houston had been a soldier
and had fought in battles. He realized that the
=Texas =Army was not yet ready for war. He wanted
to wait until he was sure the Indians would fight
on the side of =Texas.
But some of the =Texans refused to wait for the
=Commander-in-chief to tell them when they could
fight. Under one of their leaders, three =hundred
=Texans fought a battle at =San =Antonio. Although
they defeated the =Mexican =Army, no prisoners were
taken. After they had promised not to fight the
=Texans again, the defeated =Mexicans were allowed
to go home.



=Douglas had kept out of the way of most of the
falling bricks. But there was an important thing
he had not thought about, the scattering of fire.
As he leaped to his feet in the darkness and ran
toward the open field, he ran right into the arms
of one of the =Tories. The man shouted,  =Here he
is,  and he struck out with his pistol. The hard
blow on his head made the young soldier stagger.
He fell, but rose again. He ran a few steps and
then fell once more.



soft sand. Another thing that makes the camel a
good animal for desert travel is the way it can
store up lumps of fat. This fat is stored in the
camel's humps. Before this trip the humps of
the camels were very fat. The humps will become
smaller before the caravan reaches home again. 
 We don't have to carry much water for camels,
either,  said =Khalid.  If we stop where plants
are growing and let the camels eat, we will not
have to give them anything to drink. They will
have sap from the plants. 
Just then the camel caravan came to a highway
in the desert. =Khalid never had been so far from
home before and never had seen a smooth highway.
He was excited when he saw a large bus coming
down the smooth road.



This was such a perfect autumn afternoon that
=Ann =Painter was thinking about the best way to
spend it. It was =Saturday, too, and maybe the
last =Saturday that her family could come out to
=Bird =Lakc to the cabins under the tall trees on
its shore. Mrs =Hudson, in the next cabin, had
said something of the kind to =Ted, and =Ann had
heard her.
 I don't think we can count on coming here for
another week end; the cold weather may begin any
day now,  was what Mrs =Hudson had said.
Ann sat on the low steps of the cabin in the
sunshine, looked across the brown grass to the
lake beyond, and thought and thought. Something
very good, and very special, must be thought of
to make the most of this perfect day.



 See, it didn't melt!  cried =Charles =Goodyear.
 Instead, it is perfectly cured. Isn't that the
most amazing thing you ever have seen? I just
said that if there was one thing sure, it was
that rubber is ruined by heat. But that isn't true!
If the heat is great enough, the rubber is cured!
By mixing rubber gum with sulphur, then making
it very hot, I can make rubber. Rubber can now
be used for just about everything except food! 
His friends shook their heads. So many times
he had thought he had found the secret of how to
cure rubber. They thought this was another dream
that would melt away with daylight.
But =Goodyear did not even notice what they were
doing. He had thought of something else he wanted
to find out.
 Now I must see if cold changes this heat-cured
rubber,  he said.  I'll put it out in the snow. 
Out of the house =Goodyear rushed, without even
waiting to put on either cloak or hat.
For the rest of that evening, =Charles =Goodyear
was a busy man. Forgetful of his visitors, he
made experiment after experiment to try out his
new discovery. He was happy indeed when he knew
that he really had found the secret of making
rubber usable.


Their father looked into the serious faces of
the children.
 Show me then,  he demanded.
=Jan picked up the two lenses and said,  I held
them like this. 
=Father took the lenses and held them together
before his eyes. When he put them down again he
rubbed his eyes as if he thought that he must be
dreaming.
 You see! You see!  exclaimed =Jan.
 Yes, I do,  =Father said slowly.  Perhaps all
men will see better because of what you learned
today. 
Their father spoke truly. And the next morning
when =Jan and =Gretchen came down to breakfast,
there was a queer-looking cardboard tube on the
table. Though the children did not know it, they
were looking at the first telescope that ever had
been made.
 In the tube are the lenses you used yesterday, 
said =Father.  Look through the tube. 
This time the weather vane seemed very close,
and the children could see it even more clearly
than they had before. That was because =Father
had placed the lenses so they were held steady by
the cardboard tube. It was like having a new eye.



=Columbus sailed west from =Spain to the =Canary
=Islands. There a stop was made so that the =Pinta
could be repaired.
While the repairs were being made at the =Canary
=Islands, the sailors told =Columbus all about their
fears of dragons in the great  sea of darkness. 
But =Columbus told the men of the gold they would
have after the voyage, and they took heart again.
After leaving the =Canary Islands, however, the
fears returned. The compass, which was supposed
always to point to the =North =Star, changed its
direction.  Falling stars  were seen in the sky.
=Columbus explained these happenings to his men
and again they took heart.
It was about the middle of =September when the
three ships reached a sea that was full of weeds.
The sailors thought that where there were weeds
there must be sand bars, and the ships to be
wrecked. =Columbus had to show them that the sea
was deep enough for the ships to sail.
Day after day the little ships sailed on. The
men became fearful that they never would reach
home again. They wanted =Columbus to give up the
voyage. Again =Columbus had to quiet their fears.
The weeks passed slowly. At last the sailors
saw weeds on top of the water. These were not



Then the big school bus came down the road and
stopped for the children.
=Theresa watched the nurse and twelve children
getting into the old bus. Just as the last one
climbed up the steps, =Theresa ran out and got in,
too. Her heart was beating very hard. No one had
seemed to notice her, but =Theresa knew she was
the only =Mexican child on the bus.
A  little while later in the school office, the
nurse said,  =Theresa, I thought we had lost you.
Your father was very angry, but don't you worry.
I think I can explain things to him. It's hard
to get used to a new country. 
The nurse went away, but soon a young woman
came into the office.  =Theresa and =Betty were sitting
there not saying a word to each other.
 I am your teacher,  said the pretty young lady.
 You are from the orchard camp, aren't you ? 
The two girls nodded but did not look at each
other. The teacher took them into another room
that had pictures on the walls and curtains at the
windows. In this room there were many seats.
=Theresa knew other children would come soon.
=Theresa, did you embroider your dress?  asked
the teacher.  It is very pretty. 
 I painted it,  =Theresa said in a low voice.&&000 MACMILLAN (1951)    4TH GRADE              MAC9514T.ASC
SHARING ADVENTURES by Arthur I Gates et al
Source: Columbia TC  xerox scan edit by DPH  May 11, 1993


INVOKED THE 5X RULE FOR THE WORD 'BOGGART'
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Jay sprang forward. The harpoon left his hands
and was buried in the flesh of the whale. He  
followed it with a second iron.
Within an hour the whale had been brought to
boat.
=Jay took a deep breath. He had struck his first
whale. He had earned his chock pin.  He shivered
with the glory of it and trembled in the knees. He
took the oar, and they pulled for the ship.
The harpooner was sitting up by this time. He
said he didn't know what had happened. The men
decided that he had a very bad cramp.
When they climbed on board the ship, =Captain
=Briggs took charge of the sick harpooner. For a
while there was no chance for =Jay to tell what he
had done.
Later, when his father was at his desk in the



on the door, they you may keep your chemicals.
We will let you in to work there sometimes. But
=Tom, you must never ask anyone to drink any
chemicals again. Is that clear? 
 Yes, =Mother.  And =Tom kept his promise.
It is a good thing for you and me that young
=Tom =Edison did learn to use a laboratory safely.
He was never without his laboratory during the
rest of his life. Even when he later got a job on
the train, he set up his laboratory in the mail car.
And out of the laboratory of =Thomas =Edison,
the man, came many modern inventions that we
use every day. Among them are the electric-light
bulb, the moving picture, and the phonograph.



For a time everything went as smooth as cream.
All the work of the house was done as though
by magic. For the boggart did all that he promised.
But after a time, the boggart's place had  
become easy for him, like an old shoe. Then he  
began to show his tricks.
The first thing that he did was to scrape the
farmer's butter, so that it was light of weight.
Then all the people of the market town scolded
the farmer for giving less than he sold.
He skimmed the children's milk. So then they
had nothing but poor watery stuff to pour over
their porridge of a morning.
He took the milk from the cat, so that it was
likely to starve. He even took the bones and  
scrapings of the dishes from the poor house-dog.
He blew out the rush-lights, so that they were
all in the dark after sunset. He made the fires burn
cold. And he played a =hundred and =forty other
impish tricks of a like kind.
The poor little children were always crying and
saying that the boggart did this and the boggart
did that. They said he scraped the butter from
their bread. They said he pulled the covers off
them at night.

any. He tried to think of something about a desert
that might please =Ma.
 Say!  he cried out suddenly.  There is gold
out there, too. I heard somewhere that there are
gold mines all over the desert, nearly.
=Ma's face looked brighter.  Well,  she said,  it
would be right nice to find gold. We could use
some gold when our money runs out, as it always
does. 
 Just then a new voice spoke up.
 Sand!  cried =Jupiter.  Cactuses! You can't eat
any of them. Don't they have anything that's good
to eat, out on this desert we're going to? 
=Augustus turned to his small brother.  Don't
you ever think of anything but eating? What kind
of a country would this be if the =President went
around thinking about eating all the time? 
 Let the =President tend to his job and I'll tend
to mine,  said =Jupiter.
=Glorianna giggled.
=Pop looked hard at his family.  None of you has
ever had a desert before, have you? Well, then, it's
high time you had one. 
=Pop sat up very straight.  I'm a man that wants
his family to have the best of everything. So we're



No,  said =Mother firmly.  I have seen so many
things that I don't want to see any more for a
while. You all go. I shall sit here on board the ship
and read a book. 
They were on the =Nile =River. They had gone
up it as far as the ship could go.
=Bess thought she might stay with =Mother. But
when she saw =Daddy and =Bob getting into one of
the old carriages waiting on the shore. She
changed her mind and went hurrying after them.
Wait for me! I'm coming, too,  she shouted.



You can !   =Keery took the dollar from his
pocket.
Want a dollar's worth of ducklings?  the man
said.
Just then heavy footsteps were heard pounding
along the pavement.
=Eddie came running up, all out of breath.
 =Keery,  he cried,  I know where you can get
a horse, cheap! 
 Not for a dollar, though,  =Keery said.
 No. But I heard old Mr =Mitchell telling my
father that he had a horse to sell dirt cheap. Maybe
you can save. 
=Keery shook his head.  No,  he said.  I'm  
going to spend my dollar on some little ducks for
=Thomasine. 
The storekeeper smiled.  Look, kid,  he said.
 I'm going to give you ten for a dollar. How's
that? 
=Eddie helped =Keery carry the ducklings home.
They hid them in the barn.
 Hi, =Blinker!  said =Keery, as one little duckling
blinked at him.  You're going to be my pet. 
In the kitchen Mrs =Jamison was ironing.
=Thomasine was playing on the floor.



Come on, girl,  said =Dick.
They were out of the water now, and =Lady
climbed the bank.
=Dick looked back, relieved to see that there were
no wolves in sight.
A cloud came over the moon.  The night grew
dark, and it was hard for =Dick to see the trail.
He heard the sound of a horse and rider on the
trail ahead. A man called out,  Hello! 
Who are you?  asked =Dick.
 I'm =Frank =Martin from =Sand =Hill =Station. The
=Pony =Express is late. I'm looking for the rider. 
 I'm the rider,  said =Dick.
 You? 
 Yes. I'm =Dick =Park. Some robbers shot my
father, and I had to bring the mail. 
 Come with me,  said Mr =Martin.  Quick! 
Side by side they rode up the trail. They came
to the big log house that was =Sand =Hill =Station.


=Parker's laboratory. The bottles held something
called  chemicals.  =Tom learned that by mixing
certain chemicals together he could make new
ones.
As little =Tom =Edison read that book, he knew
exactly what he wanted. He wanted a laboratory
like Mr =Parker's. He talked it over with =Michael,
who promised to help him. =Michael was three
years older than =Tom, but they were great friends.
=Michael worked for =Tom's father, doing odd jobs
before and after school.
Under the big white house where =Tom lived,
there was a large cellar. In one corner of the cellar
was an old table with two shelves over it. Mr  
=Edison said that =Tom could use that part of the cellar
for his workshop.
One day when =Michael had finished his work,
he and =Tom went all over town looking for  
bottles. They found big ones and small ones. They
got blue ones and green ones and even some pretty
red ones.
=Tom and =Michael found =thirty bottles. When
they came home, =Tom took his drawing paper and
cut out =thirty little white squares. Then he took
his red pencil. He drew a picture of a skull on each

So farmer =Griggs made ready a pretty red coat
and a neat pair of blue breeches. He added a nice
little cap witll a bell at the top of it, and a fine
little pair of shoes.
He laid them on a warm spot before the fire
where the =boggart used to come to sleep at night.
Then he and his dame hid in the closet to see
w hat would follow.
Soon the =boggart came.
 =Heigh-ho!  he cried, these be fine things for
sure. 
He dressed himself in the new clothes from top
to toe.
Then he went singing and dancing, and  
skipping and leaping, out of the house and away. As
for =Georgie =Griggs and his wife, they never heard
a squeak from him again.
Thus it was that =Farmer =Griggs got rid of his
=boggart. I wish I could get rid of mine in that way.
I would make him the finest suit of clothes and
hang a bell of pure silver on his cap. But, sad to
say, there are no easy ways now-a-days to get rid
of one's =boggart!



The little wild animals trusted us. We knew
they would become afraid of a dog. For even the
best-trained dog would be almost sure to chase
them .
But =Hi-Bub begged us to let =Hobo come. He was
sure his pet would obey.
When they arrived at the island, the first thing
=Hobo did was to take out after =Still-Mo, the red
sqirrel.
He didn't get far with that frisky fellow. The
red squirrel climbed a tree faster than =Hobo could
run along the ground. He sat up in the tree and
scolded =Hobo loudly.
=Hi-Bub caught up with =Hobo. He made the
dog sit down before him. Then he took hold of
=Hobos ears so he couldn't turn his head. That
made the dog look into =Hi-Bub's eyes.
 Listen, =Hobo,  said the boy.  I told you a  
=million times not to chase animals. now didn't I? 
=Hobo looked the other way, but =Hi-Bub went
on:  You promised me that if I brought you here,
you would be good. Didn't you now? 
=Hobo saw a chipmunk a few feet away and tried
to get his head free. But =Hi-Bub held him fast.


&&000 MACMILLAN   (1957 --ALSO 1951)  4TH GRADE   MAC9574T.ASC
SHARING ADVENTURES by Arthur I Gates and Mae K. Clark
Source: U. of Rochester: xerox, scan, edit by DPH January 26, 1993
POOR SCAN--huge editing job

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Nine year old =Sarah knew that another family
was moving to her father's fruit farm. So she and
her younger sister, =Linda, were looking for them.
When they heard the sound of the little truck
coming up the road, the girls ran out of the house
to watch.
The truck stopped near the back door. The
sisters saw four children, two dogs, and one goat
spill out of it.
A boy about =Sarah's age was holding the goat.
=Sarah walked over to him.
 Hello,  she said.  My name is =Sarah. 
 =Mine is =Johnny, he said, keeping his eye on
the goat.



=Ah =Kim nodded.  We'll find  out when we get to =Hankow.

=SunYo was almost sorry when they river journey came to an end.
When they reached =Hankow, his father lowered the matting sail.
Carefully the man steered the junk into the
crowded harbor. To =Sun =Yo it seemed as if  
everybody in the world must live on boats. There were
thousands of them, closely packed together. You
could have walked to shore across their decks  
without getting your feet wet. Some people spent their
entire lives in these boats, seldom stepping on the
land! It was a river world, a river people.


 Greetings!  many voices called, as =Ah =Kim
nosed his junk into the harbor.  Where to, tell? 
 To market!  =Ah =Kim shouted back at them in
a loud voice. He felt very important.
 What to buy?  came the question.
 We're going to sell, first,  =Ah =Kim answered
them.  My son's fine bird cages! 
At that, everyone laughed and smiled and
looked at =Sun =Yo. Such a small boy! And able to make bird cages
for sale!

Near by, bamboo was being loaded into the
hold of a great steamer. Ah =Kim said the bamboo
would be taken to =Europe and =American. There it
would be made into furniture, baskets, walking
sticks, and parasols. From the inner bark, paper
of the finest quality would be made.
The market place was crowded and noisy. When
=Sull =Yo and his family stepped on shore, people
came pressing in upon them from all sides.
The baby, bound to her mother's back, opened
her eyes and howled loudly. Little =Lu held his
mother's hand tightly. Ah =Kim and =Sun =Yo went
ahead, carrying the precious bird cages.
All around them were the sweetmeat men,  
selling crab apples dipped in honey. There were 
shops full of all sorts of wonderful things.
=Sun =Yo heard a man playing on a bamboo flute.
In another place he saw a man being shaved with
a bamboo razor.
The boy and his father entered the shop of the
bird-cage merchant. Sun =Yo looked about him.
Bird cages of all shapes and sizes hung on the walls.
Some of them were so beautiful that he was sure
he would never bc able to make any so fine.
The merchant greeted =Ah =Kim politely. And
he patted =Sun =Yo on the head.
 Let us see what you have done this time,


paws had opened them. The good food was spilled
on the ground.
In the middle of this picnic the bear sat. He was
making a noise like an outboard motor. And he
was eating apple pie, cherry pie, chocolate cake,
and sandwiches until his heart was content and his
stomach, too.
The men shouted, but the bear was not afraid.
He had heard men shout before. They threw
stones, but not very hard, for the car windows were
close at hand. The men just had to stand there
and see their huge guest eat the last crumb of
their lunches. Then with a snort or two of thanks,
the great creature disappeared in the woods.
That was =Charley!
A man and his wife came up for a quiet week
end at their cabin by the lake. The first night was
wonderful. It was all that they had expected it to
be. But in the morning when they looked out the
back door, there sat a big bear on the doorstep.
He was looking in through the screen, staring at
the icebox.
They shouted at him and stamped their feet.
He wouldn't move. There he sat, trying to figure
out how to get to that icebox.
At last the man of the house tossed an orange
out a window. It interested the bear, and he ate it,
skin and all. But he didn't go away. He returned
to the back step and sat down.
Another orange was tossed out. The bear ate it,
and then sat down on the back step. Seven oranges
were eaten in this way. But the same thing  
happened every time.
Several apples followed. Then three loaves of
bread and a dozen sweet rolls. After eating all this,
the animal must have thought that there couldn't
be anything left in the icebox. So he calmly walked
away into the woods.
That was =Charley!
=Old =Charley certainly got around. And  
everywhere he went, he managed to get into trouble.
There was danger mixed in his adventures, though
he seemed to lead a charmed life. People who live
in the woods won't let a bear boss them around all
the time. Several times people shot at him. But
somehow he escaped them all, and lived on to get
into more mischief.



 Hey, =Mom,  he shouted, giving her a wink.
 There's a lot of baby ducklings in the barn. 
=Thomasine gave a little scream.  The =Easter
=Bunny left them! 
=Keery left his little sister talking to the  
duck

=Kerry spent the next evening figuring on paper.
He could return milk bottles and cut grass. He
could mind babies, deliver groceries, and maybe
do a few other odd jobs. By the end of spring  
holidays he had earned a dollar and =sixty cents.
Then school started. That left him only two
hours in the afternoon in which to do odd jobs.
He made it his habit to go from house to house
asking,  Anything I can do to help?  And there
was always work to be done.
His jobs were not always easy or pleasant. He
helped feed pigs. He pulled weeds. He rolled cans
of ashes to the dump heap and carried away  
rubbish. And almost every time he cut a lawn, 
he made trade to cut it all summer. In a short while he
would be able to make the down payment.
But one morning =Eddie came to school with bad
news.  My =Pop says it wasn't any good anyway, 
he said.  You don't want an old nag like that,
anyway. 
 You mean Mr =Mitchell has sold the horse? 
 Yes. Sold it for twenty dollars, straight cash. 
=Keery walked home from school slowly. It was a
warm day. He went to the barn and called =Blinker,
the duck. He took =Blinker in his arms and sat
down on the ground.
If the horse were sold, he had no real use for the
money he had saved. He might as well spend it.
 Oh, well,  he said,  I don't need a horse  
anyway. I have a pet. I have =Blinker. 
He poured the money from his bank into his
mother's hand and said,  Let's do something nice
with it. Let's have a picnic. 
So one =Sunday in =June the =Jamisons had their
picnic. Mrs =Jamison had packed everything =Keery
liked best to eat.
 This is =Keery's treat, you know,  she said. And
=Keery felt fine.



=Parker's laboratory. The bottles held something
called  chemicals.  =Tom learned that by mixing
certain chemicals together he could make new
ones. As little =Tom =Elison read that book, he knew
exactly what he wanted. He wanted a laboratory
like Mr =Parker's. He talked it over with =Michael,
who promised to help him. =Michael was three
years older than =Tom, but they were great friends.
=Michael worked for =Tom's father, doing odd jobs
before and after school.
Under the big white house where =Tom lived,
there was a large cellar. In one corner of the cellar
was an old table with two shelves over it. Mr  
=Edison said that =Tom could use that part of the cellar
for his workshop.
One day when =Miehael had finished his work,
he and =Tom went all over town looking for  
bottles. They found big ones and small ones. They
got blue ones and green ones and even some pretty
red ones.
=Tom and =Michael found thirty bottles. When
they came home, =Tom took his drawing paper an l
cut out =thirty little white squares. Then he took
his red pencil. He drew a picture of a skull on each



 a great cave.  That must be the =Chimera,  he thought.
He made a sign to =Pegasus. They dropped
slowly down until they were just above the cave's
mouth.
Suddenly the three-headed monster flung itself
from the cave. With fire flaming from the three
mouths, the creature reared up on its great snaky
tail. Then it sprang at horse and rider, reaching
Up with great claws. The battle almost ended  
before it was well begun.
But the winged horse shot high into the air.
The terrible creature below roared and hissed and
bellowed.
 Thank you, =Pegasus,  breathed =Bellerophon.
 And now let's make a dash at the monster. 
He shook the bridle. Swift as an arrow they
went down and flashed by the =Chimera. As they
passed, =Belleropholl sLIshed out with his sword at
the three great heads.
As he rose in the air he looked back to see what
had happened. The goat's head was cut almost off
and hanging down. It seemed quite dead.
But now the snake's head and the lion's head
took on the fierceness of the dead one. They hissed
and roared and spit more flame than ever.
 Never mind, my brave =Pegasus, cried  
=Bellcroplloll.  One more blow like that will stop
either its hissing or its roaring. 
Again he shook the bridle. And again the
winged horse dashed down like an arrow. As they
shot by, =Bellerophon slashed at the two remaining
heads.
This time the lion's head dropped. The fire
died from its mouth.
The snake's head was the only one left. But now
it was twice as fierce and deadly as before.



=Pop cried out,  We have been looking all over
the desert for you. We were just fixing to call the
sheriff and the =United =States =Army. 
=Trot-walk =Digby grinned and nodded his head.
I told you they would be all right,  he said.
Now =Ma began to scold.  What do you mean,
worrying us that way? I should think you would
know better than to worry your =Pop at a time  
like this.


=Augustus gave =Ma a puzzled look.
At a time like this? What kind of a time was
this? What was =Pop doing?
=Ma went on.  I do declare! You had your poor =Pop
so upset he didn't know which way to turn.
And just at the time when he discovered that gold
mine, too. I should think,  
 Hey,  howled =Augustus.  Gold? Did you say
=Pop discovered a gold mine? 
=Pop beamed.  Yes, that's right. I discovered her
in =Trot-walk's old mine. We have a gold mine
now. 
=Augustus stared. His mouth opened wide.
 =Whoopee!  he howled.  Whoopee! 
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at clifts and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when the lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down.



Everything went fine until =HiBub brought along his dog, =Hobo.
But let =Sam =Campbell tell you about what happened then.
     =Giny and I had never allowed a dog on the land.  The little
wild animals trusted us.  We knew they would become afraid of the
dog.  For even the best-trained dog would be almost sure to chase
them.
     But =Hi=Bub begged us to let =Hobo come.  He was sure his pet
would obey.
     When they arrived at the island, the first thing \Hobo did was
to take off after =Still=Mo, the red squirrel.



But from that first day, =Sarah was interested in the goat, =Nanny.
=Johnnie milked her every night and morning.  She was his pet.  But
she gave milk for the family.
     Always after the morning milking, he led her out to the edge
of the country road.  There he drove a stick into the ground.  He
tied =Nanny's rope to the stick.  The he left her there to eat the
grass by the side of the road.
     Whenever possible, =Sarah went with =Johnnie to do this job. 
Now and then she asked if she might not lead the goat out to the
road.



&&000 ROW PETERSON (1954)also 42,47,49  4TH GRADE  RWO9544T.ASC
RUNAWAY HOME  by Elizabeth Coatsworth
Source;Columbia TC  xerox scan edit by DPH   May 11, 1993

&&111


Following right behind =Frenchy were two other
men, Indian =Jack and a man named =Charlie. Indian
=Jack was half Indian and half white. Pa said he
was a half-breed.
Now the yoke was on the necks of the two big
oxen. Bright and =Flash walked out of the barn
and stood quietly while they were hitched to the
great oxcart which stood at the corner of the barn.
Then =Frenchy, Indian =Jack, and =Charlie loaded
the great crosscut saws and the axes onto the cart
and were off for the =Big =Woods.
=Pa, on his way to the mill, lingered for a minute
to watch the boys. =Tom and =Pierre lifted the
small yoke and placed it gently over the soft necks
of =Red and =Patch. =Pierre showed =Tom how to fit
the bows under the necks of the oxen and push
them up through the holes in the yoke and fasten
them. All the time =Red and =Patch were watching
the boys with their big, soft eyes, and =Tom and
=Pierre were talking quietly.
=Pierre filled his pockets with carrots from the
wooden pail by the barn door, and =Tom did, also.
Then, holding a carrot in front of the nose of each
of the calves, the boys led =Red and =Patch from
the barn.



staring at each other. One more second and they
dropped the bag and started for home on the run.
=Tom and =Pierre, returning from the barn, met
them on the way and laughed and laughed when
they heard the wild tale.
 It was just an old screech owl waked up from
his nap and trying his screech in the daytime, 
laughed =Pierre.  =Tom made all kinds of fun of =Jim
and =Sally for being afraid of a bird.
  But it wasn't a bird,  insisted =Sally, about
to cry.   It was something terrible! You would
have run, too, =Tom =Hastings! 
 Terrible! Just terrible!  teased =Tom.
At last =Jim and =Sally agreed to go back for the
bag if =Tom and =Pierre would stay right with them.
When they came to the wood's edge, there was
the bag just where they had left it. All was quiet
except for the faraway sound of the woodcutters
and the rustle of the fallen leaves beneath their
feet. Again =Tom began his teasing about being
afraid of a bird.



 Welcome, stranger,  called the little dark man,
with a friendly grin in =Tom's direction.  When do
you reckon you're coming to work? We can't get
along much longer without your help. 
 He'll be with you in the morning, =Frenchy, 
said =Pa, who had followed =Tom from the mill.  He
won't be worth his salt for a long time to come,
but I leave it to you to break him in. 
Not worth his salt? Why, =Tom could cut logs!
He knew he could. He was ready to begin at once.
 Better wait until tomorrow,  grinned =Frenchy,
as if he found =Tom very amusing.  A few days
toiling with me in the woods and you'll start
grumbling. You'll never want to work again. 
Then, while =Pa helped unload the logs, =Tom
found out all there was to know about =Frenchy.
He was an old =French trapper, and the best  
woodsman in these parts, so =Pa said. When he was not
working for =Pa, =Frenchy was trapping animals in
the =Big =Woods and selling the furs for money. Of
course he caught bears. Once he even caught a
wildcat. Of course =Tom could go with him someday
when he went trapping in the =Big =Woods.



them. I had to stay with my grandpa and grandma
and go to school. But my ma got lonesome for
me. So now =Lightning =Joe is taking me home.
He's a friend of my pa's. 
Then all at once =Tom stopped talking. He
remembered that he was hungry, more hungry than
he had ever been in his life before. He didn't want
to kill a bear. He wanted to eat one. He started
on the run for the open door of the inn.
The first thing =Tom's eye lighted upon was the
log table in front of the fireplace. He had never
dreamed that one table could hold so many good
things to eat.



On the evening of the  sugar snow  =Pa had a
hungry look in his eye as he put the sap buckets
on the cabin floor.
  My mouth is watering,  he said to =Ma.   You
know why. It wants some maple sugar candy. 
  I've been expecting this,  smiled =Ma.   I'm
surprised you've waited as long as this. Suppose
we ask the neighbors in for a sugaring off. This
clean, new-fallen snow won't last forever. 



side the music box came a loud buzzing noise  
followed by a sudden snap.
From inside the music box came the buzzing
and the snapping, and from the door came the
angry, astonished voice of =Sally, saying,
  Why, =Jim =Hastings! You've touched the
=Christmas clock! You've broken it, too, and it
will never play again! Wait until =Ma and =Pa
hear about this! 
Wait until =Ma and =Pa should hear! Jim couldn't
wait for a thing like that! The next thing he knew
he was out in the barn, lying face down in the
fresh straw in the corner. He was shaking all over
and sobbing great sobs that would not stop. Tom
was bending over him, shaking him by the shoulder
and talking to him.



=Pa wouldn't let a single boy go back to his
coasting until a goodly part of the woodpile outside
the back door was piled in a corner of the room.
Every log had to be placed just so to suit =Pa. Of
all things to have happen!
 You'd think your pa was the schoolmaster, 
=Sam grumbled crossly to =Tom.
As if that were not enough, =Tom had to go all
the way home and bring back some red coals from
the fireplace in one of =Ma's covered kettles. Tom
couldn't see the sense in building a fire in a  
schoolhouse when there wasn't any school. But =Pa
insisted that they had to take the chill off the
place. They couldn't wait until school started
to do that.
During the past few weeks, whenever =Pa could
take time from his other work, he had been making
the desks and benches and had been storing them
in the mill. Each bench was made of a long board
cut lengthwise from the trunk of a tree. The ends
of the long board were nailed to shorter pieces of
board. The desks were just like the benches,
except that they were a little higher. Each bench
was the same size as every other bench. The desks
were the same way.



Just as =Tom was about to shoot, something big
ran from the underbrush not far away and  
disappeared in the long prairie grass. Maybe it was
a fox. Maybe it was a coon on his way to the creek
for his breakfast. =Tom, with his head in the air
sighting the mark, could never be sure. Whatever
it was, the sudden noise in the underbrush scared
=Limpy, who yelped loudly.
Then the unexpected happened, five or six  
unexpected things, and all at once. The turkeys
flew, not into the woods, but out over the prairie.
Tom gave a jump of surprise, turned his head to
see them go, and fired =Jenny. And then! Down
into the prairie grass fell not one turkey, but two.
Two turkeys killed with one shot! How did it
happen? No one ever knew, least of all =Tom.
=Tom was the hero of the day. It made no  
difference that =Frenchy got two more turkeys before he
stopped shooting and that =Pierre got one. Nothing
mattered except that =Tom had brought down two
birds with one shot.


I might start a fire. I don't suppose there
is anyone around here who would bring me some. 
=Jim and =Sally were off like a flash. While =Jim
brought the dry wood, and =Sally an apronful of
sawdust, =Pa walked over to the woodpile.
 Good hickory wood! That's what I want to
make sweet-tasting venison, or any other kind of
smoked meat for that matter,  thought =Pa, as he
chose a freshly cut hickory log.  Meat smoked with
hickory will keep well in any weather. 
=Pa chopped the hickory log into small pieces.
Then, with the bits of dry wood and sawdust, he
made a fire in the hollowed-out place in the center
of the smokehouse. When the fire was burning
brightly, he put the pieces of hickory wood carefully
on the fire. The hickory wood had come from a
freshly cut log, and the wood was still green. It
smoldered instead of burning brightly, and it filled
the smokehouse with thick, gray smoke.
=Pa came out and shut the door. Smoke came out
from around the door, and smoke came out of the
chimney. =Sally stuck some old pieces of cloth into
the cracks about the door, and =Pa put a piece of
bark over the chimney top. Still a little smoke
came out, but most of it stayed in with the meat.