&&000 AMER. BOOK CO. (1950) 5TH GRADE AMR9505T.ASC ADVENTURES NOW AND THEN BETTS BASIC READERS SOURCE: COL. TC XEROX, SCAN, EDIT BY DPH 5-8-93 &&111 With the aid of his flashlight, =Bud saw that =Bunk =Eight was empty. =Andre =Simon was missing! Bud was puzzled, for this same thing had happened on two succeeding nights. =Andre had broken the law! The campmaster had told =Bud that the new boy who had come to =Shoshone =House had lost his parents in the war. He had been cared for as a displaced person until his aunt and uncle had brought him to =American. From their first meeting, =Bud liked this quiet fellow with raven-black hair. He marked his new charge as a possible member of the canoe team that would race in the yearly water sports. Then =Andre had changed. A look of worry had begun to cloud his eyes. Now he jumped when the bugle sounded. Something had given him a bad case of nerves. Then for three nights he had left camp, returning at dawn. As captain, =Bud knew that he was responsible for putting an end to this strange behavior. He recalled the words of the =Big =Shot, as the campmaster was called. You're on your own, =Trotter, the =Big =Shot had said. Don't bring your troubles to me unless you are sure you can't handle them. =With a sigh =Bud got into his clothes. He must track =Andre down and bring him back to camp. Closing the bamboo door of =Shoshone =House behind him, =Bud waited and listened. At last he heard a footstep stumble on the gravel. This gave =Bud his direction. Hold it by the ruler, said =Freddie from his position on the ladder. Now =I'll go get =Mama. =All right, answered =Elizabeth. It's not so bad with the light. It's just scary. =As =Elizabeth waited, she could see there was nothing to be afraid of, just some old suitcases. It wasn't long before she heard the key in the lock and found herself crying in =Mama's comforting arms. That night Mr =Miller heard the story from =Freddie and =Mama and =Elizabeth. I'm proud of you, son, said =Papa, and I appreciate what you did. Elizabeth would have had a bad time without your help. Sometimes it's worse to be badly frightened than it is to be hurt. =Mama looked proud. After this we must make some allowance for experiments that do not turn out so well. Such quick thinking! Freddie, you're just like, Uncle =Maximilian? teased =Freddie. No, =Mama replied. Uncle =Henry? =Freddie made a face. No, said =Mama. Now she was laughing, too. Uncle =Charles? asked =Papa with a twinkle in his eyes. At =Mama's frown =Elizabeth said, =It must be =Uncle =August. No, answered =Mama. Then looking fondly at them, she said something that made =Freddie feel fine all over. Do you know, =Papa, he's just like you! =Louise, asked =Remi, couldn't you embroider a design to fill these thin places? What shall I embroider with? his sister hastened to ask. There wasn't any yarn left. I know, shouted =Paul. Mother has a bag full of tiny pieces of yarn for mending, all colors. That evening at home =Paul was so helpful that his mother asked him what was on his mind. =Paul explained what the gang was trying to do for =Zezette. He promised to be helpful for a week, a year, or forever if she would give him the pieces of colored yarn. You want to barter your helpfulness for the yarn? she laughed. Very well, son, take it. The week before =Easter =Louise finished the sweater. She had embroidered colored flowers and birds, which created a beautiful effect. The gang had chosen =Remi as the one to go to the country and barter the sweater for eggs. =Remi was a scout, and he had a bicycle. I don't like your riding on country roads at night, said his father. You are too young to take such a trip alone. Please let him go, =Father, =Louise begged. We aren't like children before the war. Finally their father agreed. Soon =Remi's bike was bumping over the road. He had managed to get out of =Paris easily, for there were so few cars. Although the sun disappeared before he Maybe I shall settle here, said the =Dragon. I like the view and the people. Besides, I'm a lazy fellow who hates to exercise. I fly that's why I'm here. All the other fellows were so earth. They were always getting into rages and chasing knights and eating up princesses or raiding villages. But I like to sit with my back against a rock and think. Then when it happened, I got caught. When what happened, please? asked the =Boy. It's impossible to know exactly, said the =Dragon. I suppose the earth sneezed or the bottom dropped out or something crumbled. Anyhow there was a shake and a roar, and I fell far downward into the ground. I had peace at last and my mind was always occupied. But afterward I began to think it would be fun to see what you other fellows were doing. =What is your mind always occupied with? asked the =Boy, who was all attention now. I write bushels of poetry, said the =Dragon. May I read you a bit of poetry I just completed? You'll like it. been thankful for two small loaves of bread a day while they firmly held out for their liberty. Right before =Martin a feast was spread. Yet there were hungry people in many lands who were fighting to keep that same precious liberty. Could he be ungrateful? Where I come from, he reminded the boys, we'd never begin a meal before bowing our heads. This is =Thanksgiving =Day. It was not necessary to say more. After a short silence, =Martin called, =Come on, fellows! Sample that home-made bread, =O'Day! Take a fistful of cookies, =Solomon. And =Frank =Codelli, stop flicking your eyes at the chocolate cake. You don't get a ~peck of it until you help us finish the shoo-fly pie! If =Sergeant =Martin =Licht felt homesick, none of his friends could have guessed it. To him this feast represented a real taste of home. The angels =Tilda had drawn had silently carried =Grandmother's tradition to the big farm where =Martin worked awful hard for =Uncle =Sam. him he discovered that =Oliver had been out on the lake since dawn. Why did you do that? =Jimmy demanded. You should save your strength for the race. I wanted to inspect the course, =Oliver said. By the way, =James, do you think I could go to =Bedloe and return in time for the race? Sure! said =Jimmy, an idea flashing into his mind. It's =8'30 now and the race isn't until eleven. =Gus =Crawford is driving to =Bedloe. You can go along with him and do your errand. At once =Jimmy got in touch with =Gus =Crawford. You drive =Oliver to =Bedloe, said =Jimmy. On the way back, take the lane through the woods and see that the car breaks down near =Maple =Hollow. Be sure it doesn't get back into motion until after the race. Learning that =Gus was agreeable, =Jimmy added, With =Oliver out of the way, =I'll get =Don as crew. We can beat =Dane =Grant and his =Rocket without any trouble. What if =Oliver tries to walk back? =Gus wanted to know. He couldn't make it in time, =Jimmy replied. If he takes a short cut through the woods, he will never be able to find his way out. At a quarter to eleven, =Oliver was not around. It worked! =Jimmy shouted, slapping =Don =Shepherd on the back. Let's go. There's the warning signal. Then, one by one, the people turned away. The women finished their planting in heavy silence. The men went back to mending the rice terraces. Only a group of children looked at =Anika with pity. =Tonko, =Anika's husband and the father of the child, stood by wordlessly. He was known as the =Silent =One. Then a lame old woman hobbled out of a house. Long she looked at the mountain, but she saw nothing. She looked with eyes that could not see, yet she saw more than those with young eyes. She hobbled over to =Anika, who was kneeling on the ground. Daughter, she said, stand up! =Anika looked up with tear-blinded eyes, but she stood up as the old woman commanded. Now, urged the old woman, go to the mountain and bring back your child. Tonight it will sleep in the nest with the young of the eagle. Not until tomorrow will the eagle tear its flesh and divide it among her children ! Go ! No one within the memory of our race has ever climbed =High =Mountain! exclaimed the young men. The hotel housekeeper called to the boys, Hurry down and help with the baggage. =Mouseknees picked up two bags, one large and one small. Be careful with that small bag, boy, called Mr =Kidley-Plinker, and look sharp. Yes, sir, =Mouseknees smiled. He started to race up the stairs. Before he could prevent it, the smaller bag slid from his hand, slammed against the stair steps, and burst open. A dozen jars and bottles rattled down the stairs and crashed against the stone floor. Mrs =Kidley-Plinker's voice was the loudest. The idea ! she cried. You careless boy ! =Mouseknees said nothing. He heard the other boys giggling at him and that hurt. Then he looked up and was astonished to see Mr =Crumpf smiling at him. That made him feel better, even though the housekeeper ordered him to weed the garden as punishment. While he weeded the flowers near the foundation of the porch, he overheard Mr =Crumpf telling Mrs =Kidley-Plinker about the island's fine climate. There's a legend about the point where my house stands, he said. The natives claim it's haunted. What nonsense ! declared Mrs =Kidley-Plinker, giving a sniff with her beak-shaped nose. Present? asked =Hing. For a moment =Jin-Wai paused. He had done nothing to earn this prize. He had no right to it. He placed the prize in =Hing's hands. Let =Hing have the honor. Let him be the one to boast to their honorable father. He strolled over beside his classmates. The teacher pulled a rope, and the =American flag waved over the stage as the children sang the national anthem. Hi, pal, said the boy next to =Jin-Wai, under his breath, and smiled as he said it. Hi, yourself, said =Jin-Wai, grinning happily. These were the first friendly words he had received. Maybe his father did know what was best. Maybe he should do everything in the proper =Chinese way. Maybe, after all, that was the right way to understanding happiness. were conducted. In some of the classes, crafts such as basket making, weaving, and woodworking were taught. In those days, children had no opportunity to learn crafts in the public schools. Miss =Addams once heard about a boy who was arrested for window-breaking. In court he shrugged his shoulders and said to the judge, I did it on purpose to get pinched. Then he added that he had hoped to be sent to a school where they teach a fellow to make things ! After the classes at =Hull =House opened, no boy had to break a window to learn to make things. At =Hull =House there were also evening classes devoted to boys and girls who had left school early to work in factories. In some of these classes, the young people learned valuable crafts or listened to famous tales and legends. =Mama had said. The days grow warm. I need the feathers and the geese don't. On a low stool sat =Mama =Stefanik, a huge goose upside down on her lap as she plucked, plucked, plucked the fluffy feathers. During the long winter evenings she would put them into featherbeds, warm and soft and protecting against cold, wintry nights. Near by knelt =Christine, plucking at her own goose and surveying the hills where =Papa plowed the cabbage field. How she loved the farm! I didn't want to win that scholarship, =Mama, she confessed with embarrassment. But you couldn't help winning it, =Kristinka, =Mama answered. You play like an angel, as =Papa says. It sounded like his old argument. You are a genius, my =Kristinka. Only geniuses play as you do. =Christine sat looking at her mother. At last she said, You are happy, aren't you, =Mama? Why shouldn't I be happy, with my family and home and work I love? her mother answered very softly. But you played a violin, too, when you were my age, continued =Christine. Your playing differs from mine, =Kristinka, said her mother. Everyone in my old native village in =Czechoslovakia played as skillfully as I. But you play better than anyone else in the school or in the state. I played well, but you are a genius! &&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO. (1957) GRADE 5 AMR19575T.ASC FRONTIERS TO EXPLORE by Ullin W. Leavell Source: Elmira College xerox scanned edited by DPH 12-21-92 &&111 Responsibility, =Peter spelled slowly. His eyes were tightly closed, so he couldn't see the dictionary page. It was a mouthful of a word, all right, and there wasn't much chance that the teacher would get up to anything that size. Still, you never could tell. When there were only two or three people left in a spelling match, anything could happen. And =Peter just had to be one of those two or three people; he just had to. Only by some surprising success like that could he hope to stop the laughter that had followed him around the school since early fall. It was mid-November, now, but still nobody had forgotten the day he had mowed down the haystack. Ever since his tenth birthday, =Peter had been begging his father to let him drive the family tractor. Too young yet, =Peter, his father kept saying. Got to be grown-up to drive a tractor, and being grown-up isn't something you measure with years. And so a whole year had gone by before that day, early this fall, when =Pa had let him make his first trial run. Boy, what a day that had been! First =Pa had shown him how the tractor worked, and then =Peter had climbed up and started the engine. He had felt like a king up there on the high tractor seat. The next day at school, =Peter bragged to everyone he talked to, about the way he'd handled that little old machine. One evening soon after that first trial run some boys from =Peter's school came bicycling past the =Robinson farm. Peter was bumping along on the tractor, keeping we l behind the cows that were wandering toward the barn. =John watched unhappily as his father left the beach, walking quickly toward their house. Then =John dropped down on the hot sand and let the sun burn into his shoulders. The sea, shading from blue to green and then to a deeper blue, splashed gently on the shore. A sailboat drifted by, its white sails making a cut-out pattern against the cloudless blue sky. Now and then, a flying fish leaped up out of the water, as if to catch a glimpse of the rest of the world. In the weeks that followed, =Danny made friends with many of the soldiers. At first, he and his mother shared whatever food they had with the hungry men. And =Danny was thankful that, because he and =Ma had kept the farm going, they had something to share. But as time went on, there was less and less food to spare. And, at last, they did not have enough left for themselves to last through the winter. For his good friend, =Frank, though, =Danny always managed to save a few scraps. Danny had met =Frank the second week after the soldiers arrived. When they got to talking, it turned out that =Frank had a son who was about the same age as =Danny. Frank was lonesome, and he enjoyed talking to =Danny and telling him about his family and his little farm. Before long, the two of them became good friends. One cold =February evening, =Danny came to see =Frank, bringing with him some cold baked potatoes and a ittle bag of scraps. As they sat talking in the crowded hut which =Frank shared with eleven other soldiers, the door burst open. One of =Frank's cabinmates entered. =Hooker and =Carson have deserted! he announced. Well, that's a surprise ! =Frank said. =They had only two ,more months to go before their enlistment time was up. Are you going to re-enlist when your time is up? =Danny asked quickly. Of course, =Frank replied. We can't quit now. We've all got to keep re-enlisting until the job is finished. =Well, here's one man who isn't re-enlisting! exclaimed one of the soldiers whom the other men called =Tubby. Yes, sir! I've starved, and I've frozen, and I've marched as much as I aim to, and I'm quitting when my time's up. That isn't right, =Tubby, said a man named =Mike. Once a man has tasted a longing for liberty, he's got to fight for the chance to be free. It's not fitting for us to let some old king tell us what to do. At that moment, =Pedro made up his mind. He would ride the mountain with =Araby, not in daylight, when he could look down, but after dark. Late that night, =Pedro and =Araby set out. At the foot of the mountain, the trail divided, going up steeply on both sides of a deep gorge. Far below, at the bottom of the gorge, a terrifying river thundered along. Farther on, the gorge became wider. Rocks stretched out over it. =Pedro rode a little way up the trail. But soon he found himself clinging to his horse, gasping with fear. He looked down into the gorge. Then he slipped out of his saddle and flung himself flat on the ground. Go home, =Araby, he whispered miserably, too terrified to move. But the horse stood quietly by, nosing =Pedro gently. Gradually a little strength came back to =Pedro's quivering legs, and he pulled himself into the saddle again. With his arms flung tightly around =Araby's neck. =Pedro allowed the horse to take him home. Carefully =Jack and =Simba climbed down, the one from his rock, the other from his tree. =Jack had scarcely touched the ground, when his mother caught him in her arms. Frightened with the noise and excitement, =Simba started to slip away into the jungle. But the tall white man grabbed him by the arm and led him into the circle, where =Jack and his parents stood. That's the boy, =Mother! cried =Jack, pointing at =Simba. That's the boy who saved my life ! Then =Jack told them what had happened. He looked at =Simba admiringly. I never saw anyone run so fast in all my life! Then =Jack's father turned to one of the gunbearers and asked him to question =Simba in his own language. =Simba told them how, for many days, he had watched the white men's camp. And he told them how he had followed =Jack when he left the camp today. Then, quite simply, he said, When I saw that the white boy was soon to die, I stepped out from where I was hidden. The buffalo chased me to the tree. The white boy climbed up the rock to safety. That is all. I am finished talking. As his listeners followed the story, looking at the rock and then at the tree, they realized how narrowly =Simba had escaped death. =Jack's father was puzzled. Why should this young =African risk his life to save an unknown white boy? He turned to the gunbearer and said, Ask the boy why he did this thing. When the gunbearer asked =Simba this question, the boy thought for a moment. Then he said quietly, In my village, there is a man who is a teller of stories. He is very wise. Once he told me, Great danger makes all men brothers. When I saw that =Jack was in great danger, he became my brother, and I did what I did. =Pancho walked slowly but of the house and started down the hill to the market in the little =Mexican village far below. His mother stood waving to him from the yellow doorway. =God be with you! she called. =Pancho carried three tiles on his head, the last tiles his father had made before he had been killed in a street accident. The tiles were bound together with a slender rope, and =Pancho held the precious bundle steady with one hand as he walked. The three tiles were heavy, but his heart was heavier still. After he had sold these last three tiles, what would he do to earn money for his mother? It would take a long time to learn to make good tiles like those of his father. And in the meantime . Of course =Joe had turned out for ball practice. He had wanted to make the first team more than anything in his life. He'd worked hard at fielding and batting. But after a while, he saw that everybody's interest in him was slipping. The fellows had found out what he hadn't told them, that he wasn't like his showy brother. He was just a kid who played steady ball, who followed the rules and hardly ever took a chance. It hadn't worried =Joe too much, until this very afternoon, just before the game. He had been ready to leave the locker room when =Coach =Peters and =Sam =Brownfield, one of the group leaders, had passed the doorway. =Joe heard the coach say, =Joe =Foster? That kid will never be the kind of player his brother is. No, sir! The remark had rocked =Joe back on his heels. So even the coach had expected him to be a flashy star like his brother! Even =Coach =Peters was disappointed in him! Once, a long time ago, there lived a wise old teacher who had seven pupils. Their names were =Dickson, =Carrick, =Byers, =Fuller, =Longshanks, =Jonathan, and =Webber. The wise old teacher taught his pupils everything he knew about reading and writing and arithmetic, which was quite a great deal. And in between times, he tried to mold them into fine young men by teaching them things like courage and honesty and patience. These seven pupils loved their old teacher, and as the years passed, they did everything they could to please him. At last the day came when the seven pupils were all grown up into seven tall, straight, fine young men. It is time for us to go out into the world, said the pupils humbly. We are ready now to make our own living. Ready, you say? said the wise old teacher with a twinkle in his eye. Ready to go out and make your own living, =eh? You have taught us everything you know about reading, said =Carrick, and spelling and arithmetic. And you have taught us honesty, too, added =lickson, and courtesy and patience. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and tired, and her hands are all pricked by the sewing needle. She is sewing flowers on a dress for the loveliest of the queen's fair ladies to wear at a court ball. In a bed in the corner of the room, her little boy is lying ill. He is asking her for an orange. But his mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, swallow, =O little =swallow, will you not take her the ruby out of my sword hilt? My feet are fastened tight here, and I cannot move. I am waited for in =Egypt, said the swallow. My friends are flying up and down the river and talking to the flowers. Swallow, swallow, =O little =swallow, pleaded the =Prince, will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty and hot, and the mother so sad. A breathless and red-faced farmer once came running over to his neighbor's house as fast as he could run. The farmer kept shouting and waving his hands, and, what with one thing and another, he seemed to be dreadfully upset. Why are you so excited? asked the neighbor. Surely it can't be as bad as all that! Oh, but it is, panted the farmer excitedly. In fact, it is about the worst thing that could ever happen! Now calm yourself, the neighbor pleaded. I cannot make head nor tail of what you say when you keep waving your hands and chattering like that. The truth of the matter is, said the farmer, that there has been a little accident. By some great misfortune, my pig has gotten into your cabbage patch. To make a long story short, my pig has ruined your cabbages ! What? Ruined my cabbages? shouted the neighbor. And his face got very red. Indeed he has, said the farmer. He's a headstrong pig, that one. But tell me, what do you plan to do about it? Do? The neighbor's face got redder and redder. You are an honest man, aren't you? I am that, declared the farmer. Always pay my bills right on time. Then I shall expect you to pay me for all my cabbages, said the neighbor. That is only fair. Even without knowing the words, =Michael could see that the boy was explaining what had happened. The big boy was defending him ! Oh, this w as a victory, indeed ! This was a victory indeed. not only over the boy but over his own fears about his new country. Such a warmth of happiness flooded =Michael's head that he smiled up at the big policeman. The policeman smiled down and clapped him on the back. The big boy picked up the red fez and put it on =Michael's head. Everyone laughed. It was a wonderful, warm-hearted laugh, the kind of laugh that friends laugh together. The policelllall shook his club playfully and walked away. =Michael smiled shyly at the chattering boys, wishing that he knew how to thank them. They smiled back at him, chattering more strange words. And then. one by one they drifted away. Still =Michael stood, as if he were bewitched. on the Corner of the busy city street. Everythinlg had happened too guickly, first of all. the heart-shaking wonder and excitement, then the cold fear, and finally, the deep warmth and joy. It was really true, then, and more wonderful than the cobweb of wires, more exciting than the busy streets, more lasting than towering buildings. This, indeed, was the land of promise. This was truly the land where everyone had a fair chance, , this =American! Keeping the promises that he made to himself that first day, =Michael studied hard, worked hard, and stood up to trouble whenever it came. Just fourteen years after he arrived in this country, he became a college teacher at one of the biggest colleges in =America. He soon became well known for some outstanding inventions in the field of science. This boy, who traveled to =American to make a better life for himself, made life better not only for himself, but for all =Americans. &&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO. (1959) 5TH GRADE AMR9595T.ASC ADVENTURES HERE AND THERE by Emmett A. Betts SOURCE: COLUMBIA TC XEROX, SCAN, EDIT BY DPH May 8, 1993 &&111 Old =Paul was what they called him, and he was the greatest logging man anybody ever saw. Why, =Paul =Bunyan could cut down more trees in a day than a whole campful of loggers could in a month. Old =Paul was a giant in more ways than one. So it was natural that all the loggers who ever knew him, or said they did, stretch of sand where all holidays in =Bombay begin and end, =Chowpatty =Beach. People were walking twenty abreast in streets where there was no traffic and streaming across the bridges over the railroad tracks. The women were wearing their best and brightest gowns , red and yellow and gold. In their black hair were red and white and orange flowers. The silver around their necks and the glass bracelets on their arms shone in the sun. =Chowpatty =Beach was as crowded as an =American beach on the =Fourth of =July; but there was no pushing, and everybody seemed happy. . Except =Jagdish, who was very quiet! Barefooted men on the beach were selling everything under the sun. Hot cakes and seed cakes and nut cakes Almost all of =Australia's native animals are pouched animals. They carry their young in a "pocket," or pouch, in the mother's body. These pouched animals are called marsupials. The newborn marsupial is such a helpless, tiny creature that about all it can do for itself is breathe. The mother takes the baby animal and puts it in her pouch. There it is fed by the mother's milk. There it lives, sleeps, and is carried about quite safely until it is old enough to jump out and eat grass. Even then, when there is an alarm of danger, it jumps back into the pouch, and its mother bounds off to safety. The first marsupial animals to live in =Australia were tremendous. Scientists have found bones of a marsupial lion, a marsupial bear, and a kangaroo which stood ten or fifteen feet high. The largest marsupial alive today is the red kangaroo of the =Australian plains. He is at least a head taller than a tall man. He uses his strong tail to propel himself forward. A powerful animal, he can leap =twenty-five feet, clear an eight-foot fence with an upward jump, and bound along at =thirty-five miles an hour! In spite of his size, he is a harmless creature unless he is attacked. Then he is a hard and splendid fighter. He will rise up on two feet and catch the enemy suddenly in his two short front paws. Then up comes one leg in a fierce blow. The fighting kangaroo uses his claws to tear open the whole body of the animal that attacks him. Forgive me, =O gods! he said. It is the unhappy slave =Androcles who calls upon you once again. I know that a slave must serve his master. But I cannot. I mustrun away. I know that if I am captured, my master will have the right to kill me. Yet I think it is better to die at once than to be enslaved by such a man. If I escape, I shall live in the forest with the wild beasts. They cannot treat me worse than I am treated by my fellow men. =Androcles ran from his master's house and hid in a trackless forest some distance from the city. His feet were cut by stones, and his hands were scratched by thorns. When he grew hungry, he could find no food. Tired and weak, he came at last upon an empty cave. I shall lie here and rest for a while, he thought. May the gods of the forest watch over me. And he made a poor bed of grasses upon the stony ground. But he had not been long in the cave when, to his alarm, he heard the roar of a wild beast. Dismayed, =Androcles rose and rushed to the mouth of the cave. There he saw a great, kingly lion approaching. The path to safety was blocked, and the poor slave felt that his end had come. Then to his great surprise, the lion came toward him with no sign of anger. He gave only a faint whine, as if he was in pain. His eyes seemed to be begging for something. Now, =Androcles was both brave and kind. I shall help this beast, which seems to be as friendless as I, he thought. If he does, indeed, need help. The cable was to run from =Newfoundland to =keland, joining the =Old =World with the =New. This was the second attempt to lay an =Atlantic cable. In =August, =1857, the first attempt had been made. While the whole world waited in excitement, the cable had broken and was lost in water two miles deep. Now few men on either side of the ocean believed that a working cable could ever be laid. Among those who did believe in the project was a rich and determined =American named =Cyrus =W. Field. It had been =Field's idea to lay a cable across the ocean. He had formed =The =Atlantic =Telegraph =Company in order to carry out this plan. He had persuaded the =British and First the mayor and other men came along the street, dressed in the costume of an earlier day. They looked very stern and cross as they shook their fingers at the people, finding fault with the dirty condition of the streets. All this was part of the ceremony. Then =Jan's mother, =Miss =Burns, and all the other women entered the street with long-handled scrubbing brushes. =Jan's father and the company of men arrived soon afterward with buckets filled with water which they threw upon the dirty street. The women pinned up their aprons and began to scrub. Now and then the women jumped, for when they weren't watching, the men tried to splash their feet with water. Miss =Burns had to jump back so fast that she left her wooden there was no place on the coast of =Norway where a =Viking was safe from =King =Harald's men. Then in the =Viking halls there were meetings that filled the air with angry shouts against the king. This is no country for free men to live in! cried a broad-shouldered =Viking. How can we stay longer in =Norway, where none but =Harald =Hairfair can swing a sword any more? Let us go to another land. Let us go to the is and that lie westover seas, and there build our homes! Shouts of agreement went up, and soon many =Vikings left =Norway for the last time. They took with them their most precious goods, their serving-men, their wives and children. Loaded down to the last inch, the dragon-ships sat low in the water as they pulled away from the rocky =Northland coast. A gray bowler hat sat on his head. He had a bright red flower in the buttonhole of his black-and-white checked suit. Stuck in his striped necktie was a flashy gold pin with a head shaped like a fox. As he approached the stall, he looked straight over my head as if I were not there at all. No one here? he whispered. No one about? Presently he lowered his eyes to the top of my head and exclaimed, Dear me! A boy! A boy whose hair needs brushing. A boy whose face needs washing. Just a plain, everyday boy. But no! What everyday boy would carry such a patriotic handkerchief in his pocket? Then to my great surprise he leaned toward me. A most patriotic boy! he cried. And inch by inch he pulled from my pocket a long string of red, white, and blue flags and waved them in the summer air. Most patriotic and pleasing, he said, hanging the flags along the fence. Then he took off his bowler hat, removed my own handkerchief from it, and stuck the handkerchief carefully into my pocket. He turned to look at my flowers with the interested air of a buyer. We have the best flowers you can find, sir, I said. Roses, mayflowers, or mixed bunches, at sixpence a bunch. All just gathered. And scented, =1 suppose, he interrupted, beautifully scented. So you say. But I doubt it. He snatched a handful of roses from a glass tumbler and shook them under my nose. Selling paper flowers! He tied a string around the end of the ruler and hurried back upstairs. Pulling the kitchen stepladder out into the hall and climbing up on it, he found the transom within easy reach. =Elizabeth, he called. I'm going to drop this light down to you through the transom. Catch it by the ruler and let me know when you can reach it. The next minute =Elizabeth cried, =I have it, =Freddie. Hold it by the ruler, =Freddie told her. Now I'll go get =Mother. Both of us together can open the door. We'll be back soon. Don't be afraid. All right, answered =Elizabeth. It's not so bad with the light. lt's not so scary. You're wonderful, =Freddie. That night, when Mr =Miller came home, =Elizabeth was waiting for him at the front door. Father! We have something wonderful to tell you, she cried excitedly as she pulled him by the hand into the kitchen. In one corner of the kitchen, =Freddie was busy working on an experiment. Mrs =Miller was getting supper ready. Now what's all this about, =Elizabeth? asked =Father. Then seeing =Freddie . What are you doing in the kitchen with those things? he wanted to know. But, =Father, cried =Elizabeth, dancing about with excitement. Wait until you hear what happened! Mr =Miller heard the story three times, from =Freddie, from =Elizabeth, and from Mrs =Miller! Gold! he shouted. Rich gold fields in the foothills of our own mountains, the =Sierras! The rivers are washing the gold down into the valley around =Sutter's mill. Everyone I talked to had struck gold. It's free for the taking! The editor dashed into his office and printed a special number of his paper to tell the world the news. After that, word spread as fast as it could in those days. Sea captains whose ships put into =San =Francisco harbor sailed off again with news of the gold strike. Trappers going east through the =Sierras told the story when they reached the frontier towns. By =1849, all of the =United =States had learned of the discovery, as had many countries across the seas. The excitement mounted higher and higher. From the =Atlantic seaboard to =Missouri, which was then the frontier of the =West, men talked of nothing but gold. =Thousands left their jobs and homes to go =West. The =forty-niners, as they were called, had indeed caught the =California fever. Off to =California =California was a long way from the frontier. From =Missouri to the gold mines lay more than two =thousand miles of prairies and mountains and deserts. Many travelers, not wishing to take such a long and hard overland way, went from the =East to the =West by another route. &&000 GINN AND COMPANY (1956) 5TH GRADE GIN9565T.ASC TRAILS FOR PLEASURE by David H. Russell et al source: Columbia TC xerox scan edit by DPH May 8, 1993 &&111 Really! said =Bud. Yes, sir! This is an Indian mound, you see. It isn't natural. It was made =hundreds of years ago by the =Mound =Builders. They buried their dead in it. I understand that, away back in history, =George =Rogers =Clark and his men once camped on this mound, though I'm not saying that's true. They came to this valley about =1777. But, anyhow, it's an Indian mound. Why, =Bud, your pa and his brothers used to find bones and arrowheads and cooking pots here when they were kids. They tell me you don't have to dig down more than a foot or two. But he heeded not, nor heard him, For his thoughts were with the red deer; On their tracks his eyes were fastened, Leading downward to the river, To the ford across the river, And as one in slumber walked he. Hidden in the alder bushes, There he waited till the deer came, Till he saw two antlers lifted, Saw two eyes look from the thicket, Saw two nostrils point to windward, And a deer came down the pathway, Flecked with leafy light and shadow. And his heart within him fluttered, Trembled like the leaves above him, Like the birch leaf palpitated, As the deer came down the pathway. =Poco's father and uncle stayed outside to unhitch the dogs and feed them. =Poco stayed with them. The men tied the dogs good and tight, not too far from the cabin nor too near any of the local dogs, for they didn't want a dog fight even if the dogs would have liked it. The dogs ate their food and thirstily lapped the snow with their tongues. The men leaned the sled against the side of the cabin and then went inside. The cabin was warm and friendly. =Poco's mother was preparing supper. The men were talking about hunting and trapping. Rose was rocking her little girl cousin and singing a lullaby about a rabbit. They soon had supper, an especially good supper of baked moose heart, stuffed with bread that had been soaked in black-bear grease. =Poco said, Wish every moose had three heart , so good. There were hot biscuits, canned peaches, and tea with lots of sugar. There was plenty for everyone, and everyone ate heartily. The cozy cabin, the good food, and the long trip made the small children feel tired, and the two little guests were put to sleep in =Poco's bed, warmly covered with their own rabbit-skin robe. Yes, I have tough luck. Last night a baby sea lion gets all tangled up in my net, and the mother tries to rescue him. So when I come home from fishing this morning, I have in my net one baby sea lion and many big holes. And no fish! What happened to the baby sea lion? asked =Vic. Kate leaned closer eagerly. This was exactly what she wanted to know. Oh, we bring him up and look at him a little bit and then I give him to one of the fellows. Later on maybe we will kill him. Now =Kate broke into the conversation. No, you mustn't kill him ever. Sea lions don't do any harm. We learned all about them in school. And, besides, it's against the law to kill them. =Louie laid his wrinkled old hands on his knees and looked at her curiously. =No-o-o? he asked slowly, and =Kate felt her face redden. You talk much nonsense. A sea lion makes me lose one day's fishing. Without fish, I starve. And you say they harm nobody. Maybe not you; that is true. But me they harm very much. And that is important to me. When it is necessary to decide which is important, =Louie or the sea lion, I choose =Louie every time. Even a sea lion can understand that. But =Father =Tree was not afraid of fire. He had lived through many fires. The flames crept nearer and nearer to =Wawona, fanned by the fierce wind. He was helpless, rooted to the ground with his strong roots. But before the first tongue of flame reached him, the wind suddenly changed. The black clouds let fall sheets of rain. In a short time the last sparks of fire were out. In this way did the young tree learn about fire. As time went on, =Wawona had much experience with fire, and he began to know what =Father =Tree had learned. Giant redwood trees are almost unburnable. They have something in their bark that resists fire, and that is why they have outlived all other trees. In this way =Nature has protected the giants of the earth. Some time after this first fire had burned itself out, =Wawona burst into bloom. The lovely yellow flowers on his head came as a welcome surprise. How gay he felt! Flowers would produce cones. =Wawona was now one =hundred and =fifty years old. Chipmunks and squirrels would soon come to live with him, for the seeds in the cones were good to eat. At last =Wanona became the home of many lively animals. It looked easy. Betsy was sure she could learn to do that, and then they would let her help with the mining. After noon, =Mother put =Joey to bed for his nap. Then she and sister =Nancy sat down to their needlework. Betsy wandered about the camp, from one tent to another, beat tunes on the rough-board dining table, and awaited a chance to slip away to the river. If she could just learn to pan gold! The mining pans had been carried away by the men, and one must have a pan. There was =Mother's wooden bread bowl hanging on a pole. Betsy walked slowly past the bowl and back again, keeping her eye on her mother and =Nancy. She lifted the bread bowl down, ducked behind a tent, and made off toward the river. But down among the busy miners she was suddenly shy. They were such strange-looking men, with bearded faces, red or blue shirts, muddy overalls, boots that came almost to their knees, and soft-brimmed hats. Betsy stood there, swinging her body a little, the bread bowl hidden behind her. What if the men should laugh! Then the man nearest her looked up, pushed up his hat brim, and smiled. Now it was time to help the others pull the table into the middle of the room and put two boards in to make it bigger. It was exciting to have dinner with =Daddy. He always had wonderful stories to tell about people who rode in his taxi, how they looked and what they said. Sometimes they were such important people that their names were in the newspaper. When =Daddy came, you could hear his voice above the noise of the =El trains. He looked just the way =Mike would look some day, with red hair, freckles, and jolly blue eyes. He yelled, I'm hungry enough to eat the first person I see. Get out of my way. =He was carrying a package. If it's something for me, shouted =Mike, I'd rather have a dog. I hope it's a dress for me. I need one, said =Peg, who had come in a little earlier. No looking till after dinner, said =Daddy, giving =Mommy a kiss. He put the package on a chair where they could all see it while they ate dinner. They all wondered which of them would be lucky enough to receive it. =Abigail hated the wilderness. She hated this tiny place called =Cleveland, and the reason she hated it was completely astonishing in a pioneer girl. =Abigail was afraid. Ever since she had left the white house in =New =England which had been her home and had set out with her parents and four brothers for this lonesome place on the banks of =Lake =Erie, she had been terribly afraid. =Abel was fourteen and, of course, very brave, even though he did have a lame arm and a limp. Even the little fellows, =John and =Henry, and also =Timothy, who was only three, seemed to enjoy the whole adventure. =Abigail was eleven and much too big to be afraid; but she was. There had been the long journey by horse and wagon through thick, black forest. Wolves and bears and other wild beasts lived in the forest. There was the danger of losing one's way, and there were =Indians who might become savage and attack. Little =Coward hated and dreaded every bit of the way. She couldn't help showing her fear. Once, when an owl had hooted in the night, she had cried out. Little coward! =Abel had said, to make her ashamed, and =Little =Coward she had been ever since to her brother. We go to cut a lobstick! =Jacques shouted back. And =Baptiste's voice called, as branches showered from the tree, =Yes! We mark forever the spot where =Young =Mac, a real hunter, saved his brothers from the fierce, evil wolf! In trapper style the story was already growing tall! A lobstick for =Young =Mac, of course! the men agreed, several of them leaping to join the two at work in the tree. And before long a tree was cleaned of its branches except for a little bunch at the very top. It would be a sign to all who came this way that something important in trapper history had happened on this spot. Long after the silence of sleep had settled down on the camp, =Young =Mac lay awake. He had something precious to keep forever now, the =Northman feather, a reward for his courage. Yes, and this night he had gained something more, something that would allow him to wear that feather with pride. It was an understanding that had come to him with =Henri's words: To know fear, as all men must know fear, but not to be conquered by fear. He understood now that it was not unmanly to feel fear and to be lonely. It was unmanly only to let fear and loneliness conquer one. And so one day, shortly after her visit to =Captain =Lewis's hut, =Sacajawea started out with the exploring party that she was to guide into the unknown =West. They set out upon the river in six canoes and two pirogues, or =Indian dugout canoes. For the first few weeks their only serious threat of danger came from the grizzly bears they met. These fierce animals sometimes attacked the explorers. There were several narrow escapes, and many thick, warm bear hides were added to the treasures which the party would carry home. Then one day in =May they faced danger of another kind. Only the cool head of the =Indian princess guide saved them. This is what happened. The party was traveling by boat down one of the swift streams leading into the =Yellowstone =River. Suddenly a heavy wind arose. =Sacajawea, her husband, and several other men were riding in one of the pirogues. They had fastened a sail to it in order to speed the awkward boat through the water. The wind hit the sail with such force that the pirogue tipped over on its side. But for the sail, which now lay close above the water, the boat would certainly have gone under. &&000 D. C. HEATH AND CO. (1955) 5TH GRADE HEA9555T.ASC MERRY HEARTS AND BOLD no title page author given SOURCE: COLUMBIA TC xerox scan edit by DPH May 8, 1993 &&111 then the sailors must have been very brave or very foolish to sail west. That worried me. It worried me until, years later, I found that young =Columbus had a relative named Uncle =Colombo who was a sailor and had sailed with =Arabs, and who was very fond of young =Christopher =Columbus. Now both the =Greeks and the =Arabs, many =hundreds of years before =Columbus was born, had not only taught that the world was round, but that it measured twenty-four =thousand miles, which was nearly right. So, since =Arabs and =Greeks, who were great seamen, knew it, and since they sailed with =Moors, =Italians, =Spaniards, and others, then what they knew, their shipmates must have known. For that reason it was not likely that any =Mediterranean sailor would be afraid of sailing over the edge of the world. Certainly =Uncle =Colombo would have laughed at the idea, and so would his favorite, young =Christopher. It is true that no one knows the date of =Columbus's birth, but it was somewhere between =1435 and =1451. We must see him as a boy tall for his age, fair-skinned and brighteyed, much given to wandering down to the port to look at ships and listen to sailors talk. That interested him more than the weaving in his father's shop. As he was fond of hearing about travel and adventure, it came natural to him to like geography; and liking geography, he naturally liked maps. =Turner seated him in the chair and mixed the soap. Then, taking up the same brush that had painted his son's fine sunset, he began to lather the older man's face. All at once, the barber's hand stopped. The lather had turned a deep red. How horrible! What could he have done? Have you a small cut on your face anywhere, sir? he stammered. Cut on my face? Certainly not, =Turner. Unless you cut me yourself. But I haven't used the razor yet, sir. Here is a mirror, and he held a small hand glass in front of the great gentleman. Catching sight of his face, =Sir =Geoffrey =Wickersham roared like a bull. Why, I look like a turkey cock, or a boy on =Guy =Fawkes night! What have you been doing to me, you rascal? Don't you know your trade any better than this? You have poisoned me! =Puffing and panting with rage, he was about to rise from the chair when =Turner said quietly, Stay a moment, sir, if you please. I think I know what has happened. My boy has been using this brush. One moment only, sir, The barber carefully wiped off the red lather, made a fresh lot, and picked up another brush. By working rapidly he managed to smooth down the temper of his angry customer. Inwardly, he was very much disturbed When Sir =Geoffrey =Wickersham was shaven clean, he men. And, as he knew only too well, =Bertran's money was spent. Not a war in the land these many long years but he had fought in it. He had come home from the =Crusade a poor man. Besidcs, who now would help him fight for =Richard the =Lion-Hearted? Many knights now would rejoice over his imprisonment. But =Blondel's own apprentices shared =Bertran's fierce threats. They liked well to imagine themselves starting off to battle. So now they marched behind =Bertran up and down the long hall, blowing their horns. =Blondel smiled. He was fond of his apprentices, but fondest of =Raimon, youngest of them all. Raimon's head was thrown back, his blue eyes shining with light, as he went marching and strumming and singing a war song. Yet =Blondel knew it would take more than force to free the young king. Someone must find him first. =Blondel could see that well enough, now. He thought how the guild of troubadours were to meet in =Paris this month. Who but the troubadours could cook up a plan? So off they went to =Paris, =Blondel the troubadour and his five apprentice lads. In and out of castles, in and out of inns, they traveled, singing the story of =Richard's great deeds, singing the third =Crusade. And as they traveled, they listened to the buzzing of tongues, listened for the secret that somebody With a lamp, and he nearly fell backwards with surprise when he saw the prisoner still alive and well. Once more the =Shepherd was brought before the =King, who was now more angry than ever. Well, cried the =King, now you have been near =hundred deaths. Will you say, To your good health? But the =Shepherd only gave the same answer, I won't say it till the =Princess is my wife. Perhaps, after all, you may do it for less, said the =King, who saw that there was no chance of killing the =Shepherd. His life seemed to be protected by magic. So the =King ordered the state coach to be got ready. Then he told the =Shepherd to get in and sit beside him, and ordered the coachman to drive to the silver wood. When they reached it, he said, Do you see this silver wood? Well, if you will say, To your good health, I will give it to you. The =Shepherd turned hot and cold by turns, but he still made the same answer, I will not say it till the =Princess is my wife. The =King was angry, but he did not give up. He drove farther on till they came to a splendid castle, all of gold. Do you see this golden castle? he said. Well, I will give you that, too, both the silver wood and the golden castle, if only you will say that one thing to me, To your good health. vow of the night before. Could a ghost be killed with a spear? Some night, when all the village was sleeping, =Mako swore to himself that he would find out! He would paddle out to the reef and challenge =Tupa! Perhaps tonight. Why not? He caught his breath at the thought. A shiver ran down his back. His hands were tense on the paddle. As the canoe drew away from shore, the boy saw the coral reef that, above all others, had always interested him. It was of white coral, a long slim shape that rose slightly above the surface of the water. It looked very much like a shark. There was a ridge on the back that the boy could pretend was a dorsal fin, while up near one end were two dark holes that looked like eyes! Times without number the boy had practiced spearing this make-believe shark, aiming always for the eyes, the most vulnerable spot. So true and straight had his aim become that the spear would pass right into the eyeholes without even touching the sides of the coral. =Mako had nicknamed the coral reef =Tupa. This morning, as he paddled past it, he shook his fist and called, =Ho, =Mister =Tupa! Just wait till I get my bananas. When I come back I'll make short work of you! =Afa followed his master's words with a sharp bark. He knew =Mako was excited about something. The bow of the canoe touched the sand of the little island where the bananas grew =Afa leaped ashore and ran barking into the jungle, now on this trail, now on that. Today, in =France, you can see the place where =Turi used to live. You can stand in the rock shelter, high on the side of a cliff, that was =Turi's home. On the walls of a deep, dark cavern you can see the pictures of animals that =Turi drew. You can see the marks of =Turi's feet in the clay floor, and hold in your hands the flint tools the boy used. In the valley below, =Turi hunted great mammoths, and wolves and reindeer, and the hairy rhinoceros. You will see a winding river flowing through this wide, green valley . On one side of the valley is a towering limestone cliff. High up in that cliff you can see shallow caves. In those caves, twenty =thousand years ago, glowed the hearth fires of the =Cro-Magnon people, a race of men that looked something like the white men of today. Before dawn one morning, in one of those rock shelters, the boy =Turi stirred in his bed of skins. He threw aside his skins and shivered, as he stood tall, straight, and bronzed, in the chilly morning air. He pushed back his blond hair from his eyes, and looked to see if his family were awake. But, no, they all seemed to be sleeping. Quickly, he took up his little spear and his club, then looked around the fire for some scraps of meat. As he stooped, his sister, =Mee-Na, opened her eyes and started up when she saw him. =Turi! she whispered. Where are you going? =Done, said =Philip. But it was more than the breaking of a horse that was at stake. If his son failed to make good this boast, it was likely that he would fail in others. Gloomily, the king watched the scene before him. The horse waited with heaving sides and rolling eyes to see what new enemy was approaching. Alexander went to his head. This was not dangerous, for =Bucephalus was used to being led, and did not resist. =Alexander stroked the horse's neck with a gentle hand. He calmed the animal with his voice. Then he turned =Bucephalus to face the sun, for he alone had noticed the horse's fear of the shadow which had danced under his hoofs all morning, a shadow of strange shape because of the man on his back. King =Philip watched and approved. In the face of danger, his son was showing common sense as well as courage. Yet the king's breath came unevenly as he saw =Alexander drop his cloak quietly and swing into the saddle. Immediately, =Bucephalus whirled upward and the struggle between horse and rider began. This time, the strange shadow was no longer dancing before the horse's eyes. The fight, while fierce, had lost something of its madness. =Bucephalus reared and plunged, rushed forward, then stopped quickly, hoping to throw his rider. He whirled, leaped sideways, kicked, and reared again. But still the boy rode calmly, meeting every challenge with skill and courage, foreseeing each new move, bazaar. Near the door at the back, =Hassan stopped and gave two short barks like a street dog. For years this had been the signal between him and his friend. =Mehmet opened the door a little. I can't come out now, =Hassan, he said. I have to watch the loaves that are baking in the oven. What's new? Have you been in the bazaar this morning? Yes, all morning I was out delivering cakes. Has anyone lost a fine red and blue kite? =Emin was making a big noise about a kite he said someone stole from his roof last night. =Hassan jumped up and down with excitement. I thought so! He came close to =Mehmet and whispered in his ear, I found =Emin's kite in the street below his father's house. Promise you won't tell a soul? Of course I won't tell! Presently =Albert-next-door looked over the wall. We do not like him very much, but we let him play with us sometimes. =Albert is always very tidy. He wears fancy collars and velvet knickerbockers. I can't think how he can bear to. So we said, =Hello! And he said, What are you up to? We're digging for treasure, said =Alice. Come over and help us. When we have dug deep enough we shall find a great pot of red clay, full of gold and precious jewels. =Albert next door only sniggered and said, What silly nonsense! He cannot play properly at all. It is very strange, because he has a very nice uncle. You see, =Albert next door doesn't care for reading, and he has not read nearly so many books as we have, so he is very foolish and ignorant, but it cannot be helped, and you just have to put up with it when you want him to do anything. So =Oswald said, Come and dig! Then you shall share the treasure when we've found it. But he said, I shall not. I don't like digging and I'm just going in to my tea. Come along and dig, there's a good boy, .Alice said. You can use my spade. It's much the best. So he came along and dug, and when once he was over the wall we kept him at it, and we worked as well, of You can turn handsprings and stand on your head, she added. Those things I did as a child, said =Ching-ling, for she felt the nurse would not think well of them. I wish I could do as you do, said =La-mei. Then, while the kitchen maids set a table by the lily pool in the garden and brought out bowls of chicken and rice and some nut cakes, =Ching-ling told =La-mei about her home in =Silk and =Satin =Lane. She told about the wood carver's shop, and about the big room behind it where the light from the fire in the cook stove danced on the polished sides of the bed. She told about her brother, who was her uncle's helper and w as learning to be a wood carver himself. He had made her a chest with a big round lock for her very oven. She told about her friend, the jade merchant, who wore all his jade on cords about his body to keep the colors warm and bright. She told about the =Chens across the street, ho let her carry their baby in a sling on her back if she was very careful not to jump around. =Silk and =Satin =Lane must be wonderful, cried =La-mei, her eyes shining with wonder. When they had finished drinking their tea, =La-mei showed =Ching-ling the things her father brought her when he came home from his travels. There was a =Manchu doll from =Peiping and a foreign doll from =Hong =Kong. &&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN (1952) 5th grade HM19525T.ASC HIGH ROADS BY PAUL MCKEE ET AL SOURCE: XEROX, SCAN, EDIT BY DPH May 8, 1993 &&111 The =Cutting =Horse =Contest is an event that Is very popular in western rodeos. It Is more of a contest between highly trained horses than between the men who ride them. On ranches the roping horse and the cutting horse are the most highly prized horses and are usually saved for special work. The cowboy uses his other horses for regular day In and day out riding. On the big roundups, cattle of a dozen different brands are often gathered into a single herd. Naturally these have to be sorted out according to brand, If only to be counted. To take one particular critter out of a herd of several =hundred, and all of them wild as deer, Is a very difficult job. You do not Who would go along In the =Number =One team? Everybody wanted the honor, of course. It was a hard decision for =Peary to make, knowing that he would have to disappoint many of his closest friends. He chose those he felt to be the best, strongest, and most skillful men. =Peary himself, of course, was to be the leader of the =Number =One team. The other members of that team were =Henson and four =Eskimos. All the members of this team had trained and studied with =Peary In the =Arctic for many years, and he knew he could find no better men anywhere for the dash to the =Pole. The members of the supporting teams, some of them strong and experienced explorers, were disappointed at not being chosen on the =Number =One team. However, they kept quiet about It and did well the hard work which they had been chosen to do. The whole party started out from the main camp beside the =Roosevelf In =February of =1909. Within the first few days of the journey =Captain =Bartlett and his supporting team ran Into huge Ice ridges In the great fields of Ice. These huge ridges of Ice had been thrust upward by wind and ocean currents. It was necessary for the men to chop a path across these ridges of Ice before the sleds could get over them. Often In frozen sea water a field of Ice cracks and separates into parts because of the wind and ocean currents. Great areas of Ice called floes separate from each other leaving stretches of sea water between them. These gaps, sometimes =hundreds of miles long, are called leads. At one point along the way =Peary's whole party had to camp at the edge of a big lead for ten days, waiting for the Ice floes to drift closer together. he said to Mr =Grogan. They aren't interested In tomatoes. I'll be careful. The two children can sleep In the cab bunk and eat at the same places I do. The tomatoes will get through, =Grogan. =Joyce and =Sandy could tell that Mr =Grogan was still upset when he waLked away, shaking his head. But =Father was laughing. The worried look was gone. He looked at =Joyce and =Sandy and said, =Come on, you two. We're taking off as soon as we visit =Mother. She ought to be much better and home again by the time we get back from =New =York. Ordinarily, Mrs =Hines would be glad to keep you. But she had guests come yesterday, and she will be busy taking care of them and her own children. It's enough that we've had to ask a neighbor to feed our dog. There were things to do before the children could visit =Mother. Sandy had to take the dog to the neighbor's house, and =Joyce wanted to roll up the sleeping bags so that they would stow nicely on the bunk In the cab =One day =Penny began reading a story about =Seppi, a very funny circus clown. Before she had read far, she decided that It would be a good story to take home and read to the family. As she read on, she came to the word corpulent. It was a strange word to her. =Penny tried to use the context to decide what corpulent means, but the context did not give her the help she needed. She also figured out a pronunciation for the word, but when she said the word to herself It didn't sound familiar to her. She wasn't sure that she was pronouncing the word correctly. After trying to figure out the meaning of the word from the context, =Penny looked up the word in a dictionary. She found that corpulent means very fat. That made sense In what she was reading. She also checked the pronunciation of the word In the dictionary so that she would be able to read It aloud correctly. Do you know how to use a dictionary to find the meaning and to check your pronunciation of a word? Here are some things you should remember to do when you use a dictionary. First, you must =zzzz the word in a dictionary list. To do that, you must use alphabetical order, because all the words In a dictionary list are arranged In alphabetical order. Everything fitted fine, even the whiskers. There was a string to tie them on with, but =Billy stuck them on with rubber cement besides so that they wouldn't flop around. =Ow! yelled =Fats. That itches. =Oh, stand still, said =Billy. Do you want this stuff In your eyes? He rubbed some red chalk on =Fats' nose and on his cheeks above the whiskers. Then he backed off and looked him over. Say! he exclaimed. You won't have to worry about the kindergarteners recognizing you. Here, take a look! =Fats edged up to the mirror and sneaked a look In It. Then he took a good, long look. He settled his belt and stuck out his chest and stomach. Not bad, not bad, he admitted. You don't even sound like yourself, said =Billy. That's because every time I open my mouth, I get It full of whiskers, growled =Fats, but he wasn't really complaining. In There was one moment when =Fats was squeezing out through the fireplace opening. The fireplace began to sway back and forth, and If =Billy hadn't hung onto It from behind the curtain, the whole thing would have fallen down fiat. Then =Billy dropped the bag of presents down, and =Fats reached in and got It. A little girl squealed, =Ooo, look! Santa =Claus! and =Fats started right In =Ho-hoing. were grouped to form the =Big =Dipper. The eighth star shown was the =North =Star. The two stars In the end of the dipper farthest from the handle are called the =Pointers, because they always point to the =North =Star. The =North =Star remains directly over the =North =Pole. For this reason It Is used by trappers, explorers, fishermen, sailors, and all other travelers In trying to find their way across the wide open spaces of the =North. By means of the =Pointers a traveler can find the =North =Star quite easily on a clear night. From the =North =Star he can tell In which direction he Is traveling. So you see, =Benny's design pictured the most Important group of stars in the whole sky for many =Alaskans. The picture on page =37 shows the flag which =Benny designed. After examining all the designs for =Alaska's flag submitted to them, the judges decided that =Benny's was by far the best. In =1927 the legislature of =Alaska passed a law which declared that =Benny =Benson's design should be from then on the official design for the flag of the territory of =Alaska. Later, a =thousand dollars was set aside to help pay for =Benny's education. Benny was also given a handsome gold watch. You two behave yourselves and you won't get hurt. Keep your eyes on them, =Gus. They followed =Trask to the car. =OK, =Pug, =Trask said to the flat-faced man who still sat behind the steering wheel. Here's your bird. You know where to leave It. Make your call to the old man, and get back here as quickly as you can. By this time =Martha felt sure that she knew what the thieves planned to do. =Pug would hide =King somewhere, probably just outside =Parker =City. After that he'd call Mr =Wallace from a public phone booth and tell him the bird's location. Then he would Instruct Mr =Wallace to go there alone, put the stamps In the message-capsule, and turn the bird loose. By the time Mr =Wallace had followed these Instructions, =Pug would probably be back at the farm. Later, when =King arrived with the stamps, the thieves would take them and disappear in their car. Their crime, all but the sale of the stamps, would be completed. After =Pug drove away with =King, =Trask ordered everyone to go Into the living room of the house. Then he turned on the radio and sat down to listen. About an hour later =Gus began to fidget and kept glancing at the clock on the mantel. If anything goes wrong =Gus started to say and let his words die out. But there was no mistaking the threat behind the look In his eyes as he glanced from =Jack to =Martha. Martha swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump In her throat. She wondered If her Idea In picking out =King for the thieves had been a wise one. Now, seeing the threatening looks In the men's eyes, she was really frightened. A little later =Trask said to =Gus, Go down and see If that bird's arrived yet. Oh, =King couldn't possibly be in the trap yet, =Martha said quickly. After all, It's over =thirty miles to =Parker =City:' =Sim took a picture of the school superintendent, who was so round and chubby that he could hardly climb on =Babe, even with the stepladder. He took a picture of the lady principal, whose glasses kept slipping off whenever she waved the six-shooters. He took pictures of all the boys and girls who had quarters, while the ones who didn't stood around and watched. He took pictures of mothers and fathers, who stood in line laughing and joking and pretending to be scared of =Babe. He took pictures until he didn't have any more film left. I'll get you some more film! cried one boy. No, I'll get It, Insisted another one. One of them ran down to the drugstore and came back with more film. A second one brought =Sim a glass of cold water. A third offered to change the film in the camera whenever =Sim used up a roll. They reminded =Sim of the way he used to hang around the rodeo cowboys down In =Florida, begging for a chance to do something for them. Toward late afternoon =Sim grew hoarse from yelling, =Babe, the wild ox from =Florida! His legs were tired from standing. Even his fingers were tired from rolling film through the camera. But the box he had brought to hold the money was full of quarters. =Sim wiped his face with his big red handkerchief. Whew ! he said. Hardest work I ever did! And then he noticed that the gates to the school grounds had been closed and that there was nobody left but a few teachers and most of the school children, who were crowding around =Babe. =Sim, a girl said, may we please pet him? =Sim, a boy asked, may we help you walk him home? =Sim, another one begged, could I wear your boots, just a little while? =Miss =Dorset came up with the prize for the best stunt, a huge jackknife with half a dozen blades and a silver plate on the handle for =Sim's name. Tell me what you'd like to have put on the name plate, and =I'll have It done for you tomorrow, she said. &&000 LIPPINCOTT (1954) 5TH GRADE LIP9545T.ASC SAILING AHEAD by Bernice E. Leary et al SOURCE: COLUMBIA TC XEROX SCAN EDIT BY DPH May 8, 1993 &&111 Let's try to find the ghost, =Tommy. We'll sleuth it out for you, Mr =Jensen. May we have the key to the apartment? We'll stop in for my finger-print outfit on the way up! Mr =Jensen gave them the key. Ghosts don't leave finger-prints, he said gloomily. But you're welcome to try, anyway. This haunted house business is too much for me. The boys rushed upstairs and found =Sam's detective set. In a notebook labeled =Clues, they wrote down what Mr =Jensen had told them. We'll call this The =Case of the =Haunted =Skyscraper.' This isn't exactly a skyscraper, objected =Tommy. I know, but it's near enough, and it makes a good name, don't you think? =Okay, said =Tommy. First, we must look over the territory, and he led the way upstairs. It was a bit scary, going into the big empty apartment. Their footsteps echoed loudly, and they felt like whispering. It was so dark and rainy outside that the rooms were gloomy. I'd like this better if the sun were out, murmured =Sam. At noon, when there was no sign of the outfit from =Crooked =River, =Bobby heard his father tell =Joe, =Hitch up a sled and get going. Put =Snooky in as lead dog. You'll hit the outpost late tonight. Be back by tomorrow night. =Father, said =Bobby. Please let me go! Joe is a greenhorn. He might lose his way. No! said his father. Bobby knew he meant it. The next morning =Bobby awoke to a blizzard that was whipping out of the north. And in the =Northern =Saskatchewan country, a =January blizzard is no sweet southern zephyr. All day the wind whined and sang. It packed the light dry snow hard into every corner and crevice of the lonely trapper's post. Drifts closed the rails. All day the blizzard kept up its high jinks. At night its temper had not waned. There was no sign of =Joe, and =Bobby's father walked the floor, tensely. Next morning, the wind was down, and there was only slight drifting. Once again this world apart was hard and cold and clear. The sun come out in full glory, but there was no warmth in it, and the frozen land was a white sparkling fairyland. Dumb!, =Huh! Why I knew a macaw once who could say Good morning! in seven different ways without once opening his mouth. He could talk every language, and =Greek. An old professor with a gray beard bought him. But he didn't stay. He said the old man didn't talk =Greek right, and he couldn't stand listening to him teach the language wrong. I often wonder what's become of him. That bird knew more geography than people will ever know., =People, =Golly! I suppose if people ever learn to fly, like any common hedge-sparrow, we shall never hear the end of it. You're a wise old bird, said the =Doctor. How old are you really? I know that parrots and elephants sometimes live to be very, very old. I can never be quite sure of my age, said =Polynesia. It's either a =hundred and =eighty-three or a =hundred and =eighty-two. But I know that when I first came here from =Africa, =King =Charles was still hiding in the oak-tree, because I saw him. He looked scared to death. Just look at those muscles and that chest the =Super-Duper's got! said =Freddy before going on to the next picture. In the next picture the =Super-Duper bounded up from the bottom of the ocean and went whizzing through the air. He caught the airship by the tail and broke it off with a loud crack! In the last picture the villain was trying to escape in an airplane, and was machinegunning the =Super-Duper, but the bullets were just bouncing off his chest because he was tough. Then it said, Continued on Monday. Boy said =Freddy, the =Super-Duper can do anything! Yes, but it's only a story, said =Homer. And the story's always the same. The =SuperDuper always hits things and breaks them up, and a villain always tries to bomb him, or shoot him with a cannon or a gun or an electric ray. Then he always rescues the pretty girl and gets the villain in the end. Well, it isn't just a story, said =Freddy, because =Super-Duper's in the movies too. They really take movies of him lifting battleships with one hand and even flying through space. on his back, an flew from that there tree straight to the door of this tavern. I knowed you'd be looking for a fight and I say to myself, says I: Them other =Mississippi screamers, as has eaten humble pie before =Mike, is in need of a story about him to put some fire in their gizzards! If you're primed and loaded with a story, go ahead and shoot off your mouth, said =Mike with a toss of his head. If you kin put any fire in the gizzards of these here chickens, I'd sure be grateful to you! Well, friends, =Davy began, the truth of the matter is that =Mike =Fink, even if he were never licked by a man, was licked by a woman once! Licked by a woman! yelled the rowdies. Tell us about it, =Davy! It ain't so! shouted =Mike. Lessen you mean my soft heart got temporarily busted by a fire o shooting sparks from the bright eyes o some purty gal! That ain't ezackly the way my story goes, said =Davy, shaking his coonskin tail and holding up his long rifle as he rubbed his hand affectionately over its shining barrel. Just as the big black horse left Street =Joseph, a big white one galloped out of =Sacramento with mail for the =East. In the first =fiftynine minutes the rider went to the first station, twenty miles away. Two minutes were allowed for changing horses, but he did it in just ten seconds and was off again. Nearly two =thousand miles it was from =Sacramento to Street =Joseph, a lonely and dangerous trip. The rider dashed on through the forest night and day, through storm and rain, hail and sleet, across rivers and over mountains, across ravines and gullies. At first the postage was five dollars for half an ounce, and it was well worth the price, but it was soon reduced to one dollar. But there was something that went faster than ponies, and that was electricity. In less than two years after the first pony mail trip, a telegraph line was put through, and this ended the usefulness of the =Pony =Express. It's a wise man that knows his own hoss. Especially after a dance, =Crowbait laughed in the disagreeable manner he had. Me, I had sense enough to notice whether I was mounted on my own animal. =Montana grinned wearily. I reckon I deserve your kidding, he said. Any cowpoke that don't recognize his own hoss, even in the dark and when he's half asleep, deserves a lot of kidding. I'm just too unsuspecting, I reckon. But I never thought anyone would pull a skunky trick like that. He looked straight at =Crowbait, and his eyes were like cold steel. Don't look at me, =Crowbait shrugged. Why don't you ask =Bob if he knows anything about it? All eyes turned on =Bob. You, of all people? =Bob wished the floor would swallow him. =Montana said nothing more. He sat down and piled hot cakes on his plate. Everyone else went on eating. When the men went outside, =Bob tagged along after =Montana. The cowboy paid no attention. Finally =Bob plucked him by the sleeve. It was a hot =July morning of the year =1930. Every one in =West =Texas remembers that year as the second of a long hard drought. =Don =Summerfield and his big brother =Roddy were sitting perched upon the tall posts of the corral gate. Through swirling clouds of dust driven by a hot south breeze, they were counting the two-year-old steers as the cowboys drove them into the corral. The steers were pure-bred =Herefords, the =Double =Mountain =Ranch had no scrub stock, but a sorrowful looking bunch they were. Ordinarily they were high-spirited and able to give the cowboys all they could do to corral them. Now, however, they were too weak from starvation to do more than trot meekly through the chute to be counted. They were the last of the stock which the boys father had hoped to market that year. But there was no sale for such stacks of bones as they were. Four other herds had been sent to =Abilene and loaded on a train for pasturage in the well-watered mountains of =Virginia. The process took all the profits, and now these steels were the last. At the time I speak of, =Whitey was ten years old, or thereabouts. He had him a hand-me-down =Stetson with a rattlesnake skin hatband onto it, and a pair of =Uncle =Torwal's fancy stitched =Fort =Worth boots. =Jinglebob was about the same size and probably the same age, but he was more on the dark complected side. He got his name from the second-hand =Stetson he wore. The brim of it had been tromped on by a horse at some time, so it sort of hung down on one side limp-like, the way a jinglebobbed calf's ear does. His father was a freighter and had left him with =Torwal and =Whitey one trip, and he'd just sort of stayed. =Torwal was an old-time cattle man, with legs that were bowed permanent, a drooping red moustache, and a stiff arm from getting an =Injun arrow in early days. I wish I'd a been barefooted, he lamented sadly to =Honey =Jane. These shoe soles are rubbed slick from tramping on pine needles. =Honey =Jane wanted to comfort him, but =Joe =John refused consolation. Now I can't go to the fiddling match at =Uncle =Billy =Martin's, next =Saturday night, =Joe =John groaned as if he had a misery within him. The county judge is going to be there, and he's going to give ten dollars to the one who can play the most fiddle tunes. I know =twenty-seven! And poor =Joe =John groaned again. Honey =Jane tried to think of something which she could say to comfort him, but words seemed to have failed her. That afternoon the mail wagon brought a letter from =Mother, and to it was pinned a little pink slip, a check for five dollars, a birthday present to =Honey =Jane from =Grandmother =Miller. You must buy yourself a new dress, =Mother wrote, something pretty and stylish. You will have to pick it out of the catalogue, for I have no time for sewing, and I can't come home for several weeks, till =Grandmother is much better. The stranger rode up near the fence and smiled. He howdied the =Pennybackers, and they howdied him. Is your name =Tom =Pennybacker? he asked. Reckon so, replied =Pappy cautiously. Mine's =Dave =Hunter, the stranger said. I spent last night with your brother on =Yon =Side. He let me have his mule to ride over here today. =Pappy nodded. The stranger went on: They call me Mr =Songcatcher. I'm making a search in these mountains for old ballad songs. I want to put them into a book so they will not be forgotten. Again =Pappy nodded, and Mr =Songcatcher went on: Some of these ballads are very old. They were brought from =England and =Scotland by the people who came to these mountains long ago. I have written down a good many of them: Lady =Alice, =Barbara =Allen, =Tom =Bolyn, The =Golden =Vanity', Mr =Songcatcher paused. Pappy =Pennybacker nodded once more, this time in a much friendlier way. Good old songs, good old songs, all of them, he muttered. Good songs to sing, and mighty fine tunes to play. So the time went by very happily for =Martha, who was growing prettier every month and every year. She was so pretty that she became known in all of =New =Hampshire for her beauty. Many suitors came to woo her. There were sailors, soldiers, and merchantmen, but to all she had only one answer: I've time enough for marrying. And when I do, this she added laughing, I'll ride in a gilded coach with fine, white, prancing steeds.? Everybody in town heard her say it, and =Governor =Wentworth, too. He was a widower and missed a wife in his house. The more he looked at =Martha and saw how beautiful she was, the more he thought she'd fit perfectly as a mistress in his rich mansion. What if she was a kitchen maid? A prince married =Cinderella! One day when she was all alone in the kitchen, standing over the hot pots, her face rosy as a =September apple, he went in and said: =Pretty =Martha, I've heard you often say you'd ride in a gilded coach with fine, white, prancing steeds. &&000 LYONS AND CARNAHAN (1956) 5TH GRADE LYN9565T.ASC DAYS OF ADVENTURE SOURCE: COLUMBIA TC XEROX, SCAN, EDIT BY DPH May 8, 1993 &&111 The winter =Paul =Bunyan's camp was out in the =Dakotas, the weather was very cold. The cold never kept =Paul and his men from going outside. And the cold weather made odd things happen. One day =Paul was sitting on the sloping bank of a river. He was thinking that the river was a poor one for logging. It had too many curves. If =Paul tried to float logs down it, they would pile up at each curve. That would keep the logs from reaching the sawmill. =Paul decided to find some way to straighten the river. He sat down to think. After he had been thinking for a day or two, =Paul =Bunyan became hungry. He was several miles from the lumber camp and did not want to stop thinking long enough to go there for food. So he decided to shout a message to the cook and let the cook send some food out to him. One of the engineers, Mr =Wade, was invited to visit the school. He talked to the girls and boys about ways of keeping the waters of the =Lower =Mississippi =River in its channel. The engineer had brought some large maps with him. The first map showed the basin of the =Mississippi =River. Mr =Wade explained that the =Mississippi =Basin is the section in which lie the =Mississippi and all the streams flowing into it. The channel of a river is the river bed, the place where the river runs, the engineer said. But the river basin is all the land from which the waters come to the river. Many new streams have been made by floods and erosion since this map was printed. You probably know that erosion means wearing away. In many places where soil has been worn away, channels for new streams have been made. The children counted the largest rivers whose waters flowed into the =Lower =Mississippi =River. Then they counted the states that were drained by these rivers. There were =thirty-one states whose streams found their way to the sea by way of the =Mississippi =River. Come to the city with your cousin tomorrow, =Pablo, the merchant called. Be sure to see my flower market. It is the biggest flower market in the city. =Muchas =gracias, said =Pablo, I will come. Early the next morning, the boys went to the city. Pablo never before had been in such a busy place. There were so many strange noises that he felt frightened. Many people live in the city, said =Marillo. It is always noisy. You must not be frightened. I will take good care of you. Noise that =Pablo heard was made by streetcars, automobile horns, cart wheels, bells of bicycles, and other things. Soon =Pablo did not mind the noise and he began to enjoy himself. After looking about for a while, the boys got on a bus. As the bus swayed along, =Pablo looked out the window and saw many fine houses. He saw a big statue of an =Indian on a horse. He asked his cousin why the statue was there. That man in the statue was very good to the =Indian people, said =Marillo. They owe a lot to him. That is why they made a statue of him. A large building stood on top of a hill in the park. =Pablo's cousin said it was a castle. meadow from the railway. I heard a queer sound at a distance. Before I knew from where it came , with a rush and a clatter, and a puffing out of smoke a long black train of something flew by. It was gone almost before I could get my breath. I turned and galloped to the farther side of the meadow as fast as I could go. There I stood, snorting with fear and shaking from chin to hoof. In the course of the day many other trains went by. They drew up at the station close by. Some made terrible groans before they stopped. I was worried, but the cows went on eating. They did not even raise their heads as the black, frightful thing came puffing and grinding past. For a few days I could not feel at peace. Then, as I found that this terrible creature never came into the field or did me harm, I began to pay no attention to it. Soon I cared as little about the passing of a train as the cows and sheep did. Since then I have seen many horses alarmed at the sight or sound of a locomotive. But thanks to my master's care, I am as fearless at railway stations as I am in my own stable. Master often drove me in double harness with my mother because she was steady. She taught me how to go better than a strange horse could have We will if he ever gets started, complained a third reporter. We've been waiting for three days now for the weather to be right for flying. If men are going to fly, they will have to learn more about weather. A man who had been listening to the reporters laughed. They may learn more about weather, but they can't change it for fliers, he said. Maybe not, said one of the reporters. Still men may be able to change airplanes so they can be flown in all kinds of weather. I understand that several men are studying the problem now to see what can be done about it. Perhaps some day fliers will not care which way the wind blows. They will fly in any weather. A year later, =Orville, now =fourteen years old, went into the printing business. He and another fourteen-yeal-old boy had a toy press. A printer gave the boys some old type to use. =Orville made wood blocks to use for making decorations on the things which were to be printed. Before long =Wilbur thought =Orville should have a better printing press. He and another brother owned a rowboat. The sale of this boat gave them enough money to buy a better press for =Orville. Later, =Orville had full ownership of the printing business. important-looking person stood on a tiny platfornl behind the locomotive. He was the engineer and it was his job to run the train and to keep it under control. Behind the engineer there was a small car which held a pile of wood for fuel. Near by were two barrels of water. A hose was hung over the barrels. Next there were three coaches that looked like stagecoaches. These coaches were connected to the fuel wagon by chains. Other chains fastened each coach to the one behind it. Inside the coaches there were several seats. There were more seats outside. Connected to the last coach there was a string of flatcars which would be used to carry goods. Today there were wooden benches on the flatcars. They had been arranged for use of the guests who were to take the grand trip. =Coronado decided that a part of the expedition should be left at this place. Taking some horse and foot soldiers, a few missionaries, and some =Indians to look after the animals, he traveled north. The remainder of the expedition was to follow later. Five months after leaving =Mexico, =Coronado saw the first of the =Seven =Cities of =Cibola. What a disappointment that city turned out to be ! The tall buildings =Coronado had expected to see were not there. He saw an Indian pueblo. The outer w alls of the pueblo were plastered with yellow clay instead of with rich gold. The Indians had on simple white cotton clothes but no belts of gold were worn. =Coronado soon learned that these Indians knew nothing about gold. Their wealth was in golden corn which they used for trading as well as for food. He learned, too, that =Cibola was an =Indian name for a huge animal that roamed the plains. The =Spanish leader never before had seen a =cibola, or buffalo. He called it a curly-haired cow. =Coronado did not believe that the =Indians had no hidden gold. He demanded to know where the gold mines were located. But his ragged, hungry men decided to try to get clothing and food. In the summer of =1875, =Appleby's machine was completed and mounted on a harvesting machine. It was taken out to a grainfield in =Wisconsin. It worked perfectly. Not a bundle was missed ! By next summer more than one =hundred binders had been made. Still there were not enough of them. Farmers who could not be supplied by the small shops wrote to manufacturers of machinery asking for twine binders. Some manufacturers made fun of the invention. Others tried to make farmers believe the twine binder was dangerous. Farmers knew a good thing when they saw it, and they refused to listen. Demands for the twine binder grew. At last =Cyrus =McCormick knew he would have to supply that demand or lose a large amount of business. =Appleby offered to let the =McCormicks make his binder if they would pay him a few dollars for each one. =McCormick refused because he wanted to make a twine binder without paying anybody. He was not able to do it. In =1881, he paid =Appleby =$30'000 for the twine-binding device. John =Francis =Appleby's name does not appear on the tine-binding machine. But those who harvest grain can be glad that he lived to tie his knot. &&000 MACMILLAN COMPANY (1952) 5TH GRADE MAC9525T.ASC SHARING ADVENTURES by Arthur I Gates et al Source: Columbia TC xerox, scan edit by DPH May 8, 1993 &&111 =John rode ahead on his bicycle with the other lads of the neighborhood. It was a good spin to the village and downhill all the way. When they reached the crossroads people were seen coming from every direction, some in carts and some on horseback, more on foot and others on bicycles. Everybody was in his best =Sunday clothes, and everybody's shoes were bright and shiny. The young people on bicycles rode out ahead, and if there was room in the carts and traps, the people on foot were picked up along the way. At the bottom of the long, winding road was a little village, and at the far end was the chapel. Paddy and =Joe and =Hannah =Marie were all eyes while they rode up the main street. They were thinking about a birthday present for =Great =Grandma =Bessie. =Paddy, of course, was on the lookout for things bright and shiny. He knew well that brooches and things like that weren't usually hung in windows, but it was no harm to be on the lookout anyway. As they rode along, there would be a twinkle now and then in one shop or another, but it would always turn out to be a lamp chimney or a sauce off point. He had only a couple of =hundred yards to go. But to him right then, taxiing all alone in that plane, it seemed like five miles! Finally he got to the head of the runway. He turned the plane and checked traffic. He half hoped there would be another plane coming in. At least that would give him a few more moments to postpone the time for action. But no, the sky was clear. So was the runway. =Andy swung the plane around into the wind. The day was so warm that they had been flying with the left window open. He took a deep breath. Boy, that air smelled good! Well, what am I waiting for? =Andy reasoned. If I'm going to do it, I might as well do it. I certainly can't quit now! He eased the throttle forward to Full. The plane responded eagerly. It fairly raced down the runway. Now bring the tail up level! Now back a little on the stick! The plane lifted off the runway so easily that it almost seemed as if it, too, felt the excitement of this first solo. And suddenly =Andy's nervousness completely disappeared! Why, this is no different from flying with the soles thick. =Ma had knit their stockings of wool yarn, and their red flannel underclothes came down over their knees and buttoned in a snug band around each stocking. Their flannel petticoats were thick and warm, and their dresses and their coats were wool, and so were their hoods and mufflers. Out of the warm house they burst into the breath-taking air that tingled with cold. They ran a race on the snowy path down the low hill to the stables. Then they followed the path that the horses and the cow had made when =Pa led them through the snow to water at the hole he had cut in the lake ice. We mustn't go near the water hole, =Laura said, and she led =Carrie along the lake shore until they were well away from it. Then they stopped and looked at the night. It was so beautiful that they hardly breathed. The great round moon hung in the sky, and its radiance poured over a silvery world. Far, far away in every direction stretched motionless flatness, softly shining as if it were made of soft light. In the midst lay the dark, smooth lake, and a glittering moonpath stretched across it. Tall grass stood The basketball tournament was to be held in =Columbus, the state capital, which was about one =hundred and twenty miles from =Meadport. The high-school team, which was known as the =Meadport =Griffins, left on =Wednesday after school, so they would be there in plenty of time to get rested before their first game at nine o'clock =Thursday morning. All the high-school students and many of the But what am I to do? said the wolf. I can't climb a tree for the life of me. Brother =Michael, =Brother =Michael, hide me somewhere or other before you climb up. I beg you, hide me, or I shall certainly be killed. Crouch down under these bushes, said the bear, and I will cover you with the dead leaves. May you be rewarded, said the wolf. He crouched down under the bushes, and the bear covered him up with dead leaves, so that only the tip of his nose could be seen. Then the bear climbed slowly up into the fir tree, into the very top, and looked out to see if the fox and =Cat =Ivanovitch were coming. They were coming; oh yes, they were coming! The hare ran up and knocked on the door, and said to the fox, =Michael =Ivanovitch, the bear, and his brother, =Levon =Ivanovitch, the wolf, have been ready for a long time, and have brought presents of a sheep and an ox as greetings to his =Excellency. Something you wouldn't miss if you gave it to me. I agree, said the king. =Shakro went home at a fast trot, called all the villagers together, and gave them each a horse and wagon. Then working side by side, they sowed and harvested a crop large enough to last them for ten years. At least we have this much out of it, =Shakro said, when the last load of grain came creaking into the barn. Now bring me all the empty wineskins you can find. =When these were collected, =Shakro blew them full of air and piled them on the wagons and rode back to the palace. The king was waiting impatiently for him in the great hall, surrounded by all his nobles dressed in their richest costumes. Let us begin, the king said. I must unpack my tools, =Shakro told him. I will send servants to do that, the king said. While they were waiting, the king's black dog ran into the room, and noticing a stranger was there, he came over and sniffed =Shakro's legs to make his acquaintance. your mom, =Butch? She hasn't been in lately. Working, =Butch said without looking up. He never talked except in answer to questions and he hardly ever smiled. ~Who's taking care of you and your sisters? =Daddy continued. Pop. Works nights, =Butch answered. =Daddy must have thought he had asked enough questions, for now he said, as he did every day, What will it be, pal? =Butch pointed to the gumdrops, and =Daddy gave him a bright green one. The little boy popped it into his mouth and rushed out of the store. After =Butch left, =Judy and =Daddy were very busy waiting on customers. =Daddy sold cigars and cigarettes while =Judy sold candy, magazines, bottles of soda, and ice cream to take out. She always felt very important at times like this when she hardly knew what to do first, because then she knew that =Daddy really needed her. When all the customers had gone, =Judy reached for the ice cream scoop again. She simply had to have a sundae. She dug the scoop down into the cold, pink, ice cream and brought it up with all that it could hold. It's a good rule to keep away from any horse's heels. Beyond the shop =Lydia could see the lovely green of the salt marshes and the hills and the wllite of distant houses. Cousin =Mary had forbidden =Jean and =Lydia and =Mark to go into the marshes; she thought them an easy place in which to be drowlled. But the children could smell them and look at them from the causeway of =Water =Street, which divided the millpond from the creek. A shadow passed across =Lydia's head, and a sea gull mewed like a cat. It's a kitty, =Ginger, said =Lydia, a kitty with wings. But =Ginger only opened a slit of eye for a moment. Years ago he had learned all about sea gulls and had lost interest in them. We were hunting a camp site in =Africa when we first saw the lioness and her two cubs. All day we had been traveling through the grasslands, winding around scattered patches of trees, circling piles of rocks, hunting the easiest way, as though our two trucks had been water flowing to the sea. The golden sun, even the atmosphere over the grasslands has a golden tinge when the sun is right, showered down upon us. We were seeing the usual stream as a stopping place for the night. My eyes were not as keen as those of the =African trekkers, but after much experience in =Africa they had been as uell trained as those of most white men. I was always watching for the new, the different, the strange. The lioness was lying with her cubs in a rough sort of nest near a pile of boulders. A few tufts of brush offered some slight protection from the sun, and did a little, very little, to hide her against discovery. Not that anything would have attacked her, perhaps, but she had taken advantage of cover anyhow. I stopped my truck to look at her. There was nothing majestic about her. She was thin, =Empire =State Tree in =Canada Off with the Lumberjacks =Ting-a-ling! =Ting-a-ling! =Whoa! =Whoa! =Whoa, =Bett and =Bell. =Crunch, =crump, steel runners were crushing the snow crust. =Sandy and =Tim flew to the window. It's =Tom =Dunn and =Yo =Duprez. They must be on their way to the woods, shouted =Sandy. There was loud brushing and stampillg. =Sandy and =Tim opened the door. =Tom =Dunn and =Yo =Duprez came in. Tom was straight and tall, like a good stout spruce. The white frost fringed his brown moustache and heavy eyebrows. He stood smiling down at =Tim and =Sandy. He was so tall that his head almost touched the ceiling. Behind him stood =Yo =Duprez, short and chubby, with a rollicking, round jolly face. When they entered, the room seemed suddenly full. Hi, =Tom! Hi, =Yo! said =Sandy. This is =Tim =Sims from =New =York. =Tom took =Tim's small white hand in his large, strong, frost-bitten one. Welcome to the =North, he said. How do you like it in =Canada? said =Yo. &&000 THE MACMILLIAN COMPANY (1957) 5TH GRADE MAC9575T.ASC THE WORLD I KNOW by Arthur I. Gates and Celeste C. Peardon Source: U of Rochester xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH 12-08-92 &&111 The tall green marsh grass was turning yellow in the hot =African sun. Deep in the center of the swamp, on a bit of dry ground that rose a few inches above the black, sticky mud, the thick grass had been thrashed and trampled down into a rough open space. Here, safely hidden, a huge gray hippopotamus lay at her ease in a green-walled room. The sun blazed straight down on her, and she sprawled out in the warmth, sleeping quietly. She was very much the color of the mud around her, and you had to look closely to see that a young one lay beside her. He was as round and fat as a little sausage, with a head as wide as his body and only a crease to show where his neck ought to be. His skin was smooth and shiny, with a pinkish tinge, and as soft as the back of your hand. He had just a few hairs, around his ears and at the tip of his funny straight tail. The =Arabs gave it the name "=zaraf," which has been translated in two different ways. Some define it as meaning "one who walks swiftly." Others say it means "creature of grace." In =English, he used to be called the camel but we have finally adopted "giraffe" from the =Arabic. The giraffe is beyond dispute the "tallest of mammals." He holds this lofty title on two grounds, the length of his legs and the length of his neck. Occasionally a giraffe will reach a height of =nineteen feet. The bulls average from sixteen to eighteen, and the cows are about a foot shorter. A baby giraffe is five feet high when he is born. If a giraffe happened to pass your house in a parade, he could easily peek into your second-story window! Small wonder that the =Persians resorted to the combination camel panther when they tried to think up a name for him. His spotted hide suggested the leopard, and the height of his body and the pads on his knees suggested the camel. Of the three, he most resembles the bull, or ox, although they are not of the same family. Like the ox, the giraffe has cloven hoofs and is a cud chewer. He even has horns, though they are not true horns" such as cows, sheep, and goats have. dance the sailor's hornpipe, while he too danced and played the harmonica. Well, =Sugar hadn't heard that tune in years, and this afternoon when he did hear it, what was he thinking of? A hall filled with party-dressed ladies and children clad in fancy costumes? Not at all; but a rolling deck, a young sailor named =Jack, and the taste of salt in the air. Was that why he was licking his whiskers when he settled down once more in Mrs =Mulligan's lap? When all the dances were finished, Miss =Nippon struck up the Grand Parade March again and everyone filed out. =Joe waited at the piano, turning until the last chord was played. Then he helped Miss =Chichester close up the hall. As they parted she said, "Thank you, Joe, for your impromptu performance. You made a success of the recital. Everyone says you were the best on the program. You certainly were the hit of the day." And she gave him a friendly nod as she put up her umbrella. But she forgot his ten cents, and =Joe was too shy to ask her for it. He pulled down his cap, jerked up his coat collar, stuck his hands in his pockets, and walked home in the rain, whistling. "We now have four dollars from the =Women'sBookClub, a dollar and ten cents from some town kids, and eight dollars from the =Chamber =ofCommerce," said the editor. He sounded as excited as any gleeful orphan. "That's thirteen dollars and ten cents for =Nellic," cried =Mickey, doing the sum in his head. "Boy, oh boy!" exclaimed all the children, full of breathless admiration for everyone. For =Mickey because of his lightning mental arithmetic; for the editor, because he was so definitely on their side; for =Mom =Pickett, because she was their only mother; for =ellie, of course; and for the =Bakersfield folk because of their kind hearts and giving hands. that night, and while the tailor was sleeping the king's servants would steal into the room, bind the tailor, and take him away. The princess promised to see that everything was in readiness. She little knew that one of the tailor's servants had overheard the plot and carried the news straight to his master. That night, when the princess thought her husband was asleeping fast, she crept to the door and opened it. To her great terror, the tailor began to speak. "Boy, take the =Lord =Mayor's coat home, or I'll box your ears. Haven't I killed seven at one blow. Haven't I slain two giant, a unicorn, and a wild boar? What do I care for the men who are standing outside my door at this moment. At these words, off flew the men as though they had been shot from a gun, and no more attempts were ever made on his life. So the princess had to keep her tailor husband. He lived on and when the old king died, ascended the throne in his stead. So the brave little tailor became ruler over the whole kingdom; and his motto throughout his whole life was Seven in one blow." like the rest of the crowd, =David and his three school pals, =Johnny, =Bill, and =Sonny, started home. On their way they passed the newspaper office of The =MeadsportJournal and noticed a sign in the window which said: Bulletins from the State basketball Tournament at =Columbus will be posted in this window. "Say!" =David had a sudden thought. "If we hurry home for lunch tomorrow noon, we'll have time before school starts to get down here and see how the =Griffins come out of their first game. "Let's do it!" said the other boys. So Thursday noon found the four of them panting up to the =Journal window, where they read this announcement: =Meadport won its first game from =Haverford, =31 to =21. David whistled. "That is good news!" After school the boys once more joined the crowd outside the newspaper office. had the courage and honesty of old =Mohawk here, I would have had one. But who knows? You may have the luck I'd like to see how =Mohawk goes," he said after a moment. "Do you gallop him at a fast pace?" =Peter nodded. "Take him over to the quarter pole, that red and white one. and let him run down to me here at top speed." =Mohawk danced up the track proudly. Here he was again; this was something he knew and liked. When =Peter turned him around he started at once without urging and the wind whistled in =Peter's ears. He had never realized before how fast =Mohawk could really run. When they came back to Mr =Harley he was putting his watch in his pocket. "The yearling sales start next week," he said. "With five hundred dollars you could buy a real nice colt. =Mohawk can win a race that will give you a purse of that amount. He's been away from the races for a year and is supposed to be all through, so the handicapper will let him in with a very light weight. I'll get a jockey to ride who has handled him many times and is very fond of the old fellow. What do you say? She chanted the rhyme one and one-half times before she reached the last button. Lawyer! shouted =Matilda. Why, =Mamma, that's exactly right! You did marry a lawyer. It seemed quite amazing that the final button should have turned out to be =Papa, the lawyer. =Charles liked the prospect of having his picture taken, because he was wearing his first long pants and a tie like =Papa's. =Roddy was a little jealous of the tie and the long pants. And he was rather cross because of wasting a bright Saturday afternoon in this unnatural manner. =Matilda felt completely happy. She always enjoyed wearing her prettiest clothes. Her plaid taffeta rustled in a rich, important way every time she stirred. =Matilda was also happy because she was taking a present to the photographer. She liked him already, even though she had never laid eyes on him. It's so nice of him to take our pictures, she said. =Papa will pay the photographer, dear, =Mamma explained. All the same the red cheeks of the big apple in =MIatilda's hand had been rubbed and shined to a high polish. It looked as glowing as =Matilda felt. =Ken signed it with his name and =CAA number, and handed it to =Andy with a flourish. There you are! he said. And here are your licenses. You can frame the diploma, if you want. =Andy shook hands with his instructor. Thanks, =Ken! he exclaimed. There were times when I thought that even you couldn't teach me to fly. I was so dumb about it. But you did. Thanks a lot! You were a good student, =Andy, the instructor replied. At least you listened to what I told you and tried very hard to follow instructions. That always makes it easier. You soloed in exactly eight hours, on the button. He told =Andy that although he had soloed, that was only one hurdle he had passed in his flying career. A lot of people think that being able to solo is the big goal in flight instruction, =Ken explained. But it isn't. Your first solo is really just to help you gain confidence. Now we go on from there, trying for more accuracy. He reminded Andy that making a really perfect turn, for example, is as important as making good landing. in the direction of the barnyard, held up a finger. =Jock, was not that the =coo? No, =Jock said. It was not the =coo. His brown eyes met =Moira's, full of merriment. She decided that she liked =Jock in spite of his tongue-tied awkwardness. Shaking back her curls, she bit into another scone for which she had no room. And noon we'll be driven over to see your Aunt =Gracie, announced Aunt =Annie. It sounded simple, but it wasn't. At Aunt =Gracie's house there was a gathering of the clan. Not a real clan, for they were =Lowland, but all the relatives within walking distance came. It was a time of true =Scottish hospitality. And there was another tea, with more scones and buns and fruit cake. Do you suppose there comes a time when one really and truly bursts? =Janet whispered to =Moira, I don't know, whispered =Moira. I think I'm getting a sort of second wind. The girls have no appetite, mourned Aunt =Gracie. Will you not have a scone? When they were all as full as boa-constrictors and almost as torpid, Aunt =Gracie suggested a visit to the churchyard, so that =Janet might see the graves of her ancestors. cabin of the =Moth. Dr =McKenzie settled himself at the controls. The engine roared. =Janie and =Jed waved wildly. The plane ran down the paddock, hopped over some bushes, and was soon skyward bound, its nose pointing toward home. The house at =Mallee-bonga-wonga was exactly as Dr =McKenzie had described it , a plain wooden box, painted white, with a stiff verandah all around. But its inhabitants were, as =Janie remarked, something else again. Mrs =McKenzie was delighted to meet the children. She seemed quite enchanted with them. She admired =Janie's clothes and her curly hair, and she liked her =American accent. I've never been so praised in my life, =Janie confided to =Jed afterwards in her room. Me neither, said =Jed. She seemed to like everything about me, even my freckles! Well, it's nice, sighed =Janie. I was a bit nervous about meeting them. What about =Flip? He wasn't so friendly, did you think? said =Jed. He was very stiff. Wouldn't shake hands, did you notice? He started to, and then pulled his hand back. Well, if he's going to be like that, I can, too. I don't have to &&000 ROW PETERSON AND CO. (1954) 5TH GRADE ROW9545T.ASC SINGING WHEELS BY MABEL O'DONNELL SOURCE: COLUMBIA TC XEROX, SCAN AND EDIT BY DPH May 8, 1993 &&111 It was a smart idea, wasn't it, said =Tom, to dig a well by the side of the track and then build a storage tank like this one to hold the water? I wonder who thought of that. I suppose someday someone will have an even better idea. grew, but much better for keeping out cows and for carving initials. There were few cows in the streets this morning. But boys were there, and girls, and beating drums, and tooting whistles, and many other small things which made a big noise. It took all =Frenchy's musical power to get the mules either to come or to go through that part of town. Finally the hoofs of the two brown mules were tramping out a hollow sound on the log flooring of the wooden bridge over Indian =Creek. Now =Tom and =Music had come to the =Cross. =The south side of Indian =Creek belonged to everyone else in =Hastings; but the north side was =Pigeon =Hill, and you didn't live there unless you worked for the railroad. =Pigeon =Hill was the worry of =Tom's mother's life. Why do you want to be forever over there? she asked continually. Can't you find a single boy on this side of the creek to play with? =But =Tom knew why he wanted to be on =Pigeon =Hill. There were machinists and boilermakers and coach carpenters living on =Pigeon =Hill, and they knew all there was to know about engines. They were railroad men with no liking for horses. So they lived close together within easy walking distance. He began by talking about =Fourth of =July and the =Declaration of =Independence, but before long he was talking about =Grandfather. Now =Tom and =Jim, sitting on the plank seat in front of the bandstand, stopped wiggling and really began to listen. Now there was something to listen to. It was their own grandfather Mr =Gates was talking about. =Twenty-five years ago today, when =Grandfather drove the first spike in the first tie on the =Hastings, =Lake =Shore, and =Western =Railroad, the town of =Hastings declared its independence, too. Independence from bad roads and bad weather, from slow-moving farm wagons as the only way to get its goods to market! Now =Cherry =Red bricks and =Hastings =Belle flour were known in the four corners of the land. Why? Because the railroad was there to carry them! All day long the crowds had been cheering at the sight of the =Pioneer, and rightly so. But now the time had come to cheer for the one who had made the =Pioneer possible. The man who =twenty-five years ago wouldn't let other men in =Hastings sleep nights until they agreed to help him with his wild plans! The man who made them put their hands down into their pockets and keep them there until they brought them out with money belonged to him. When a person looked at that compass, he was fascinated, that's what he was, fascinated. Even =Tom, who had owned that compass for years, could never look at it without secretly wondering what made the needle always point to the north. You couldn't get lost in the woods while you had that compass. Instead, you could be an explorer, exploring trackless wilds. The sight of that treasure in =Tom's hand made =Charlie =Lane almost burst with envy. He had wanted that compass for years. But he had never been able to talk =Tom into a trade, never! Charlie =Lane was a smart boy. He saw through =Tom's little game. The compass for a ride! Now was his chance. He looked around. No one in sight! All right, smarty! he called, just as =Tom really began to run. Give me the compass, and you can have a ride. =One ride for a compass like this! =Tom called back, beginning to sense victory. What do you think I am? =Charlie hesitated, but not for long. His desire for that compass was growing stronger with each passing minute. How many then? he shouted. A dozen! announced =Tom, stopping in his tracks and looking backward. Now, as they turned the bend in the shore, the boys stopped for a moment to examine their cans of worms. Worms were hard to get in this weather, and it was good sense to keep an eye on them. As they looked up again, they saw someone, a boy, sitting with his back against a tree. His fish pole was propped up against the low branch of a willow tree, and his head was buried, of all places, in a book. It's =Jim, whispered =Sam, so overcome with astonishment that he couldn't talk out loud. Look, =Tom, look! He's got a bite on his hook, and he doesn't even know it! like a perfect lady. Mrs =Hastings had no idea that she was in for more trouble. A country scene, I think,' said Mrs =Hastings. Let her sit by the brook with her parasol over her head and her hat on the ground beside her. =Very well, madam! A charming girl, sitting by the brookside! Twill make a lovely picture, beamed Mr =Reed, as he began to move the screens about, looking for the right one. Oh, =Mama, pleaded =Mary, hurrying over to the screen with the curving steps. This is the one I want! Please, =Mama! Anyone can sit by a brook! Why, =Mary! declared Mrs =Hastings. What an idea! That screen isn't suitable for a young girl! Not suitable at all! Up in front of his new house on =Elm =Street, =Joseph =White was laying a walk, a brick walk, made from =Hastings' own =Cherry =Red brick. Upon my word! Has it come to the point where even a good plank walk can't satisfy us? chuckled =John =Gray, out for a stroll in his shirt sleeves, as he stopped to talk to the mayor and =Joseph =White, who were busily examining the new walk. What's this town coming to? Anyone walking down a certain side street on the island would have come upon another surprising idea. Pavement was being laid, pavement of good, solid cedar blocks. right and left and banged against the brand-new fenders. Not stones, rocks. =Pinkie jounced up and down, up and down. He couldn't stick to that slippery leather seat no matter how hard he tried. While his father, slowing down his speed, was going from one side of the road to the other, sighting the level places, the =Pierce =Arrow let out one rattle and then another. Every nut in the whole car would be shaken loose by the time they reached =Hastings, every single nut! Thank goodness, it hasn't rained for weeks. At least, we won't get stuck in the mud, said Mr =Hastings with a sigh of relief, as they came to a stretch of dirt road that was really dirt road, shaded by big, overhanging maples. Now the car gained speed, and Mr =Hastings, mind free, could carry on a conversation and drive at the same time. You know, =Tom, he began thoughtfully, this road isn't a bit better than it was almost =seventy years ago when your grandfather came over it in a stagecoach when he was a boy. A little wider, perhaps, but worn down until it is even more rocky. Was this the =Old =Coach =Road =Grandfather came over with =Lightning =Joe? asked =Pinkie, catching his breath in surprise and wonder. mother, who didn't know whether they should allow their sons and daughters to go to a nickelodeon or not. Dozens of them shook their fingers and said, in a very decided way, Just this once and no more! Understand! =But when the great day arrived, plenty of nickels found their way through the grating of the ticket booth. Banker =Hastings was there with =Peggy and =Pinkie, their cousins =Jim =Hastings and =Sam =White, =Charlie =Lane, and several more of =Pinkie's particular friends. The lights were on when the crowd entered. Sure enough, there weren't enough seats. The boys had to sit on the planks up in front. When the show was ready to begin, Mr =Rhodes went around and turned out the lights, one by one. Now it was pitch-dark, and some boys started in making scary noises. They had never been to a moving-picture show before, and they didn't know how to behave at one. Some of the girls began to cry right out loud and said they wanted to go home. But before they could go, Mr =Rhodes lighted the two carbon lights inside =Maggie and began to turn the handle. Something began to click steadily like a spool unwinding, and then on the screen a picture appeared, a picture that was actually moving, or rather jerking along. seen the turning car in the road ahead. Perhaps the big =Rolls =Royce didn't have a good running start for that hill. Or it may have been that Mr =Lane was so afraid of overtaking that singing =Oldsmobile on the way up that he reached for the brake every once in a while. Anyway, before many minutes the =Rolls =Royce was coughing and choking. More gas! Still the car coughed! Desperately Mr =Lane shifted to second speed! Too late! The engine died; and though Mr =Lane pulled hard on the hand brake, the minute he took his foot from the foot brake, the big car started rolling backward down the long hill. Get out, =Charlie, quick! Get some rocks, the biggest ones you can find, to put under the back Two extra shovelers who want to break the record! Shall we give them a chance? Yes, yes! called back the laughing crowd; and if =Pinkie and =Charlie didn't do better than the other men on that platform, they didn't do worse. Ladies and gentlemen, announced =Ben very solemnly, when the shoveling was over. You can see for yourselves that with a gang of workmen as poor as these, it will be years before the =Old =Coach =Road will be in condition to be paved. I ~m sure you will agree that there is nothing left to be done but to give each one his time and his walking papers and call it a day. Then =Ben took some folded papers from his pocket. If he paused for a moment to write something upon two of them, =Charlie and =Pinkie didn't realize how important that pause was. Governor =Mills, Mr =Martin went on, stepping up to the governor and holding out one of the papers, here is your check for as much as your work was worth, and no more. &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1955) 5TH GRADE SF19555T.ASC THE NEW DAYS AND DEEDS by William S. Gray et al The New Basic Readers Curriculum Foundation Series Source: Elmira College xerox, scan edit by DPH February 2, 1993 &&111 Between crashes of thunder the men heard a wild =E-yow! and saw =Pecos riding out to meet the cyclone. Clenched in his teeth was a bowie knife. As he neared the funnel, he unfurled his lasso, whirled its loop, and hurled it in defiance at the oncoming monster. =Pecos =Bill's roping the cyclone! shouted a cowboy. Just then =Pecos vaulted into the air and disappeared amid the blackness. With a =whizz, a deafening roar, and a bang, the cyclone leaped directly over the heads of the cowboys and was gone. The men rode along the path of the storm to see whether they could find =Pecos. They felt sure he'd been thrown before he could get on top of the funnel. But not a trace of him did they find. =Wally sniffed. Is that chipmunk scent? Come out of that tunnel with your hands up! =Jerry barked. You're under arrest. Wait! Wait! exclaimed =Wally. You've overlooked something. A chipmunk doesn't eat bones. So he'd have no use for them. True! It's unreasonable, =Jerry admitted. A chipmunk would never take bones, any more than a bear would take overcoats. Unreasonable! screeched a shrill voice. If a bear found his door blocked by a lot of overcoats, he'd leave them there, I suppose. =Wally yelled, The key to the mystery, my boy! Get that down, =Jerry. And =Jerry put down a large =K for key. Did you ever see a set of clues add up the way these do? =Jerry cried joyously. Pronouncing the letters clearly, =Wally read CHIPMUNK. Then he yelled, He's our man! You buried bones in his doorway, =Jerry, so he moved them. I always say the deeper you dig, the nearer the truth you get. Don't dig any deeper, or I'll chew on your ears! the aroused chipmunk snarled. But may I have my bones? asked =Jerry. With salt, cloth, nails, cardboard, and a wheel from a clock, he'd made a guide that smiled when the weather was sunny and frowned when it was stormy. After a trip to =Omaha with his grandfather, =Nick stopped inventing. It was not that he had lost interest. He was just busy thinking about the finest invention he had seen yet. Mr =Eagles and his grandson had gone to a store in =Omaha to buy gifts, a necklace for =Grandmother, slippers for =Mother, elkskin driving gloves for =Dad, a butterfly net for =Nick's sister =Holly. As the shoppers neared the door, it had opened all by itself. =Nick had stood spellbound. He had read about electric-eye doors. He knew that a beam of light shone across in front of the door and that when a person passed through the beam, the door opened itself electrically. Even so, a door that did not have to be pulled or pushed had enchanted =Nick. The day the travelers returned home, =Nick did nothing but talk about =Magic =Eyes. Four times he asked his father about putting one on the garage. Four times his father refused. =Ray and =Joyce soon met again in the yard. He had several partly used cans of paint, a gunny sack and some rags, and a gallon pail. She was carrying the vacuum cleaner and the big awkward box of attachments. =Mama said we'd have to clean the sprayer afterwards, puffed =Joyce. And we're not supposed to paint here in the yard. Where would be a good place for us to paint? =Hm! =Ray murmured thoughtfully. Let's be sensible about this and pick a cool, shady location. Also we have to have electricity to run the sweeper. Let's set up shop near the barn, on the apple-orchard side. Quickly they dumped the collection of cans and rags, the sweeper, and the attachments into the car and hopped in themselves. Then off they went in the ancient vehicle, jiggling and jerking toward the barn. After =Ray had parked the car in the cool shadow of the big building, he and =Joyce scrambled out and piled everything on the ground. =Joyce patted one of =Arrow's rusty fenders. Soon, she laughed, this tin =Lizzie will look like a dazzling royal coach fit for a queen. How far can it be heard? asked =Andy. The sound can be heard for many miles, =Watam replied confidently. You know, remarked =Zeke, I think we should each have a signal drum. Andy and I live half a mile apart. And it's a mile from here to where you live, =Watam. If we made a drum for each of us, we could talk to each other without running our legs off. So the boys hollowed out two more pieces of the log. =Watam then explained how water could be used to give each drum a different tone. We didn't put water in the first drum, so it has a low tone. That one will be for =Andy. We will fill =Zeke's drum half full of water before we put the top on. It will have a middle tone. When I get mine home, I'll fill it nearly full to give it a high tone. Then =Watam discussed signals. A slow, steady beat will mean I must stay home and work. A fast beat will mean Come and visit. Three beats and a pause, three beats and a pause will mean I am in bad trouble. Come quickly and help me. But we'll use this last signal only if we are in real danger. =Cactus roared with laughter. Then suddenly he grew very serious. Pointing to the herd, he declared, =Those beasts are mighty mean. You had better head back for =Dodge =City as fast as that old pony can carry you! Can't I even watch you? begged =Bill. The disappointment on =Bill's face was too much for =Cactus. I guess you can watch if you keep far enough away, he said gruffly. Oh, thanks! Thanks a lot! cried =Bill. Then =Cactus said, Your horse knows his business. So just let him do your thinking for you. And remember, don't get off your horse. A man on foot seems to drive these wild longhorns crazy. When they attack, they don't leave much behind them but pieces. =Bill listened to the orders meekly. Keep toward the head of the herd and to the left, =Cactus added. From there you can see how the men cut the herd in two. As he rode toward the head of the herd, =Bill decided that stories about longhorns were not exaggerated. A few steers had horns that spread nearly seven feet. They had shaggy foreheads, wild eyes, and powerful muscles. =Josie flew. The ball flew, too, straight into the outstretched hands of the excited =Whittier catcher. But he dropped the ball! =Josie slid to home plate, safe, and lay there panting. Good old =Joe! Good old =Joe! He made things go! He made things go! chanted the =Lowell boys in frenzied joy. Mr =Dawn happened to be walking past the ball field at that moment. He dashed over to see what was causing the uproar. Half a dozen eager voices greeted him. You ought to have seen =Joe! Good old =Joe! He won the game. He hit a home run. With the bases loaded! Good for =Joe! =Joe made a home run? asked Mr =Dawn in astonishment. Hurriedly he pushed his way through the crowd to home plate. His eyes lighted on a panting and red-faced little ball player, who was grinning at him sheepishly. Although the twins looked very much alike, their father could always tell the two apart. =Josie had dimples that appeared in her cheeks whenever she was embarrassed. Her dimples were showing now. =Ted quickly pushed up his sleeves. Then he poured water into a glass. He breathed on the water, and it changed to a rosy red color. When he passed his hand over the glass, the red changed to deep blue. Then he spread a handkerchief over the glass and mumbled a few words. He whisked off the handkerchief, and the water was clear. During the program =Ted got applause from everyone except =Jason and his crowd. They just sat. They did not clap once. Finally =Ted came to the very last act. He asked someone in the audience to lend him a penny. Almost before the words were out of his mouth, =Jason offered a coin. Do you mind if I change this copper penny to silver? =Ted asked politely. No, =Professor, answered =Jason. Go right ahead with your feat of magic. At that instant =Howard stepped out on the stage. Under his breath he gasped, The jar of stuff is gone! I've hunted all over. =Jason must have sneaked in and taken it. Both boys glanced at =Jason. They saw that he was grinning broadly. =Don and =George promptly slid down. Then =Ricky stood up and called, Hey, =Don! The call came echoing back hoarsely. =Don yelled, =Ho, =Ricky! But no distant echo replied. There was complete silence. You're probably not standing in just the right place, =Ricky suggested. He called =Don's name again, and the echo answered. That's proof, =Don admitted. But I don't understand why we've never heard it before. Now let's eat before we starve to death. The boys talked about the freak echo while they cooked and ate lunch. As they were strolling home, =Don cried, Hey! I can use that echo to tease my stuck-up sister =June. She always says How boring! when I try to tell her about our caves. But she loves mysteries. I'll tell her we heard the spook of a dead Indian in =Red =Man's =Cave. She ought to hear it, =Ricky cackled. Just then =George had an idea. My folks are having company tomorrow! he cried. There'll be a couple of girl cousins that I'll have to entertain. Let's invite them and =June out here for a picnic. &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1955) 5TH GRADE SF19555T.ASC THE NEW DAYS AND DEEDS by William S. Gray et al The New Basic Readers Curriculum Foundation Series Source: Elmira College xerox, scan edit by DPH February 2, 1993 &&111 Between crashes of thunder the men heard a wild =E-yow! and saw =Pecos riding out to meet the cyclone. Clenched in his teeth was a bowie knife. As he neared the funnel, he unfurled his lasso, whirled its loop, and hurled it in defiance at the oncoming monster. =Pecos =Bill's roping the cyclone! shouted a cowboy. Just then =Pecos vaulted into the air and disappeared amid the blackness. With a whizz, a deafening roar, and a bang, the cyclone leaped directly over the heads of the cowboys and was gone. The men rode along the path of the storm to see whether they could find =Pecos. They felt sure he'd been thrown before he could get on top of the funnel. But not a trace of him did they find. =Wally sniffed. Is that chipmunk scent? Come out of that tunnel with your hands up! =Jerry barked. You're under arrest. Wait! Wait! exclaimed =Wally. You've overlooked something. A chipmunk doesn't eat bones. So he'd have no use for them. True! It's unreasonable, =Jerry admitted. A chipmunk would never take bones, any more than a bear would take overcoats. Unreasonable! screeched a shrill voice. If a bear found his door blocked by a ot of overcoats, he'd leave them there, I suppose. =Wally yelled, The key to the mystery, my boy! Get that down, =Jerry. And =Jerry put down a large =K for key. Did you ever see a set of clues add up the way these do? =Jerry cried joyously. Pronouncing the letters clearly, =Wally read CHIPMUNK. Then he yelled, He's our man! You buried bones in his doorway, =Jerry, so he moved them. I always say the deeper you dig, the nearer the truth you get. Don't dig any deeper, or I'll chew on your ears! the aroused chipmunk snarled. But may I have my bones? asked =Jerry. With salt, cloth, nails, cardboard, and a wheel from a clock, he'd made a guide that smiled when the weather was sunny and frowned when it was stormy. After a trip to =Omaha with his grandfather, =Nick stopped inventing. It was not that he had lost interest. He was just busy thinking about the finest invention he had seen yet. Mr =Eagles and his grandson had gone to a store in =Omaha to buy gifts, a necklace for =Grandmother, slippers for =Mother, elkskin driving gloves for =Dad, a butterfly net for =Nick's sister =Holly. As the shoppers neared the door, it had opened all by itself. =Nick had stood spellbound. He had read about electric-eye doors. He knew that a beam of light shone across in front of the door and that when a person passed through the beam, the door opened itself electrically. Even so, a door that did not have to be pulled or pushed had enchanted =Nick. The day the travelers returned home, =Nick did nothing but talk about =Magic =Eyes. Four times he asked his father about putting one on the garage. Four times his father refused. =Ray and =Joyce soon met again in the yard. He had several partly used cans of paint, a gunny sack and some rags, and a gallon pail. She was carrying the vacuum cleaner and the big awkward box of attachments. =Mama said we'd have to clean the sprayer afterwards, puffed =Joyce. And we're not supposed to paint here in the yard. Where would be a good place for us to paint? =Hm! =Ray murmured thoughtfully. Let's be sensible about this and pick a cool, shady location. Also we have to have electricity to run the sweeper. Let's set up shop near the barn, on the apple-orchard side. Quickly they dumped the collection of cans and rags, the sweeper, and the attachments into the car and hopped in themselves. Then off they went in the ancient vehicle, jiggling and jerking toward the barn. After =Ray had parked the car in the cool shadow of the big building, he and =Joyce scrambled out and piled everything on the ground. =Joyce patted one of =Arrow's rusty fenders. Soon, she laughed, this tin =Lizzie will look like a dazzling royal coach fit for a queen. How far can it be heard? asked =Andy. The'sound can be heard for many miles, =Watam replied confidently. You know, remarked =Zeke, I think we should each have a signal drum. Andy and I live half a mile apart. And it's a mile from here to where you live, =Watam. If we made a drum for each of us, we could talk to each other without running our legs off. So the boys hollowed out two more pieces of the log. =Watam then explained how water could be used to give each drum a different tone. We didn't put water in the first drum, so it has a low tone. That one will be for =Andy. We will fill =Zeke's drum half full of water before we put the top on. It will have a middle tone. When I get mine home, I'll fill it nearly full to give it a high tone. Then =Watam discussed signals. A slow, steady beat will mean I must stay home and work. A fast beat will mean Come and visit. Three beats and a pause, three beats and a pause will mean I am in bad trouble. Come quickly and help me. But we'll use this last signal only if we are in real danger. =Cactus roared with laughter. Then suddenly he grew very serious. Pointing to the herd, he declared, =Those beasts are mighty mean. You had better head back for =Dodge =City as fast as that old pony can carry you! Can't I even watch you? begged =Bill. The disappointment on =Bill's face was too much for =Cactus. I guess you can watch if you keep far enough away, he said gruffly. Oh, thanks! Thanks a lot! cried =Bill. Then =Cactus said, Your horse knows his business. So just let him do your thinking for you. And remember, don't get off your horse. A man on foot seems to drive these wild longhorns crazy. When they attack, they don't leave much behind them but pieces. =Bill listened to the orders meekly. Keep toward the head of the herd and to the left, =Cactus added. From there you can see how the men cut the herd in two. As he rode toward the head of the herd, =Bill decided that stories about longhorns were not exaggerated. A few steers had horns that spread nearly seven feet. They had shaggy foreheads, wild eyes, and powerful muscles. =Josie flew. The ball flew, too, straight into the outstretched hands of the excited =Whittier catcher. But he dropped the ball! =Josie slid to home plate, safe, and lay there panting. Good old =Joe! Good old =Joe! He made things go! He made things go! chanted the =Lowell boys in frenzied joy. Mr =Dawn happened to be walking past the ball field at that moment. He dashed over to see what was causing the uproar. Half a dozen eager voices greeted him. You ought to have seen =Joe! Good old =Joe! He won the game. He hit a home run. With the bases loaded! Good for =Joe! =Joe made a home run? asked Mr =Dawn in astonishment. Hurriedly he pushed his way through the crowd to home plate. His eyes lighted on a panting and red-faced little ball player, who was grinning at him sheepishly. Although the twins looked very much alike, their father could always tell the two apart. =Josie had dimples that appeared in her cheeks whenever she was embarrassed. Her dimples were showing now. =Ted quickly pushed up his sleeves. Then he poured water into a glass. He breathed on the water, and it changed to a rosy red color. When he passed his hand over the glass, the red changed to deep blue. Then he spread a handkerchief over the glass and mumbled a few words. He whisked off the handkerchief, and the water was clear. During the program =Ted got applause from everyone except =Jason and his crowd. They just sat. They did not clap once. Finally =Ted came to the very last act. He asked someone in the audience to lend him a penny. Almost before the words were out of his mouth, =Jason offered a coin. Do you mind if I change this copper penny to silver? =Ted asked politely. No, =Professor, answered =Jason. Go right ahead with your feat of magic. At that instant =Howard stepped out on the stage. Under his breath he gasped, The jar of stuff is gone! I've hunted all over. =Jason must have sneaked in and taken it. Both boys glanced at =Jason. They saw that he was grinning broadly. =Don and =George promptly slid down. Then =Ricky stood up and called, Hey, =Don! The call came echoing back hoarsely. =Don yelled, =Ho, =Ricky! But no distant echo replied. There was complete silence. You're probably not standing in just the right place, =Ricky suggested. He called =Don's name again, and the echo answered. That's proof, =Don admitted. But I don't understand why we've never heard it before. Now let's eat before we starve to death. The boys talked about the freak echo while they cooked and ate lunch. As they were strolling home, =Don cried, Hey! I can use that echo to tease my stuck-up sister =June. She always says How boring! when I try to tell her about our caves. But she loves mysteries. I'll tell her we heard the spook of a dead Indian in =Red =Man's =Cave. She ought to hear it, =Ricky cackled. Just then =George had an idea. My folks are having company tomorrow! he cried. There'll be a couple of girl cousins that I'll have to entertain. Let's invite them and =June out here for a picnic.