&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO.  (1950)  6TH GRADE          AMR9506T.ASC
ADVENTURES THEN AND NOW by Emmett A Betts
Source: Columbia TC xerox scan and edit by DPH May 10, 1993

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edge of the woods. He cawed down the hole a couple of
times but got no answer.  Nobody home,  he said and
flew up into a tree. Then he saw =Brownie sitting in a
patch of clover and sailed down to him.
 =Caw, =Brownie,  he began.  Where were you at
dawn this morning? 
 Is that any of your business?  snorted =Brownie.
 It is precisely that,  said =Crow.  I'm the law. 
 Oh, no, you're not,  fussed =Brownie.  Judge =Owl is
the law, such law as we have. 
 I represent the judge,  said =Crow,  so answer me. 
 Well,  said =Brownie, slyly,  I was over at the spring.
I drank some water and ate a little watercress. 
 How long were you there?  asked =Crow.
 About an hour,  answered =Brownie.
 Anybody see you there?  continued =Crow.
 Only =Hoppy =Rabbit. He ate watercress, too,  said
 =Brownie.  He suggested that I try it for my health. 
 Who got there first?  asked =Crow.
 We met halfway on the trail,  =Brownie explained,
 and we came back together to the same place. You
know where his path hits the trail. 
 All right, =Brownie,  said =Crow; but he thought,
 Two perfect alibis, I'll bet. 
 Now what's all this about?  scolded =Brownie.
 Can't tell you yet,  said =Crow.  But my instinct
led me to think you might have seen the fellow I'm
looking for. 



The maid's arrival in a station wagon sent them
scurrying for deeper cover.
The next day they deposited themselves where they
could be entirely hidden and still keep strict watch over
the house. Again they saw only the maid. When the
same thing happened on their third trip, =Pep began
to worry. Her plan was getting nowhere, and her father
and mother were investigating houses in =New =Canaan.
By a cruel twist of fate, a number of houses there had
been vacated recently.
 Maybe =Helen =Fraser isn't there,  =Pep said at
last in a dismal tone.  Maybe the maid murdered her. 
=Muddles's face turned so pale that her freckles stood
out like spots of brown paint. Pep took a deep breath.
=Muddles =Moran,  she said hoarsely,  this may be
suicide, but I'm going into that house. Stay here; and
if I'm not back in an hour, notify the police. 
Twenty minutes later =Pep was back.  Pep,  cried
=Muddles, pointing a shaking finger at her.  You're
hurt! You're bleeding. There's blood on your mouth. 
Blood nothing,  responded =Pep.  It's strawberry
pie. And very good, too. That maid can bake pie. 
You mean you've been eating with that murderer? 
She's no murderer,  =Pep insisted.  When she came
to the door, I told her I was starving. She took me into
the kitchen and gave me a glass of good pasteurized
milk. A voice called, Who is it, =Else?  And the maid
said it was a hungry child. 



Strict or not, those orders have been changed, 
=Stephen broke in. He eyed the man sharply.  Get this,
=Charles =Shoemaker, I'm flying this crate and right now !  
All right, wise guy,  =Shoemaker sneered.  Commit
suicide if you want to. It's not my funeral. 
You don't seem to have much confidence in this
plane considering you helped build it,  said =Stephen.
Don't worry,  the man grinned.  I've plenty of
confidence in what this crate will do. Plenty!  He
turned back toward the hangar.  =Stephen shrugged and
then walked around the plane, giving it a strict  
inspection. As far as he could see, it was flawless.
Satisfied, he climbed into the cockpit, cracked the
throttle, and turned on the switch. The jet engine
whirled into life.  =Stephen taxied to the end of the
runway where he stopped. Opening the throttle, he ran
up the jet engine to check the instruments. He worked
the controls to be sure they operated normally. Then
he pointed the bullet-nosed plane down the runway.
The sound of the jet engine turned into a roar as
the plane moved slowly along the runway.
Quickly it picked up speed and left the ground.
=Stephen pointed the nose toward the blue sky. With
the throttle less than half open, he made a few simple
turns. The plane responded to his touch like a huge
trained bird. Tom had not overstated its power.
Several miles from the field =Stephen turned in a
sharp bank. Before he knew it, he was winging over the



Into the firelight came a timid, charcoal-blackened
figure. He had a tale of disaster.
That morning he had come upon a moaning traveler
lying in the bushes. The man had been attacked and
wounded by robbers, who had stolen from him  
everything of value. When the charcoal burner came to his
aid, he was near death. However, before he died, the
traveler had pressed a parcel into the peasant's hand
and had said,  For, =Lady, =Rohais. 
The charcoal burner felt compelled to obey the
poor man's request. Fearing that =Arnulf might detain
or hinder him if he learned of it, he had brought the
parcel to =Rohais under cover of darkness.
=Rohais opened it with trembling hands. Under the
covering was a piece of silk, and out of that fell small



He heard a oft step on the gravel walk. A shadowy
head fell within his line of vision. A dim light-shone
in his eyes. A brisk voice asked,  What are you doing
here ?  Bob could see the outline of a policeman's
helmet.
 I'm loafing around =Salem =Crescent to see the fun, 
=Bob answered, squinting intently at the man.  But
there isn't going to be any because the crooks have got
on to it. Why haven't you gone home with the rest of
them?  =Bob went on.
 Who told you the rest had gone home?  demanded
the man. Bob's mind was intent upon the problem.
 The inspector told me,  he lied. His conscience could
take care of that later.  He said that Mr =Cross had




=Jlem  downcast : It was merely an old man's wish
that =Thimble-Khan hold my staff as a symbol of our
friendship.
Governor to =Mem-Gissock-Mem : The court graciously
allows you to give your staff to =Thimble-Khan as a
symbol of friendship.
=Mem  to =Thimble-Khan : Friend, take it.  The staff
changes hands. 
=Clerk: Down to the dust, =Mem-Gissock-Mem, and swear
that what you say is true.
=Mem  kneels and kisses the floor : I swear I have given
back to my friend =Thimble-Khan his ten gold pieces.
=Thimble: Enough! I can bear no more. My poor friend,
arise. Your worship, I withdraw the charge. Dismiss
me, =Excellency, so that I may go to my room and pour
ashes on my head.
=Clerk: Shall I dismiss the case, =Excellency?
Governor: A banana, if you please, my lord.  He peels
and eats it thoughtfully.  Wait a moment, while I think.
Pray, =Men-Gissock-Mem, may I see your staff?
=Mem: =Excellency, it smells of the hide of camels. It is
not fit for you to touch.
=Governor: How much is it worth?
=Mem: One copper piece would buy it twice, your  
worship.
Governor: I will give you =thirty copper pieces for it.
=Mem: I would not take advantage of your worship's
sympathy for a miserable handful of dust like myself.


he learned the history of his people. From the minstrels
he learned to worship his country's gods. The =Danes
believed that there were gods and goddesses who
lived in a kingdom of their own.
So little =Olaf prayed to =Odin, the father of all the
gods, and to =Thor, the god of war. When the green
barley appeared above the ground, he prayed to the
goddess of spring to make the earth fruitful.
It was not only the minstrels who taught =Olaf. From
the people called churls, he learned, too. The churls
were farmers, and =Olaf watched them plowing, driving
yoked oxen, and making carts and tools. From them he
began to understand how land is cultivated.
Other people, called thralls, who were below the
churls in rank, did different tasks. The arms of the
thralls were strong; their backs were broad. The thralls
were the carpenters, the fence builders, the fagot
carriers. They, too, were the tenders of the pigs, hens,



A voice they recognized cut through the noise.  Let
the doctor pass!  It was Mr =Hardy!
Beside =Dade a man opened a black bag.
 This was a great achievement,  said the supervisor
to =Dixon and =Winton.  You men have endured a lot! 
The doctor concluded his work and announced,
 =Dixon, I can't improve on your first-aid job. =Dade
has some cuts and sprains that will have to be taken
care of in the hospital, but he'll be all right. You're
all being flown to the airport at =Samson. 
=Winton and =Dixon got clumsily to their feet and
trudged downhill. Two men followed, carrying =Dade.
=Winton heard voices, but he didn't raise his head,
even when the words were plain.  Who are they ?
Smoke jumpers? They can have my share of that job. 
=He was slightly conscious of a ride in an automobile.
He knew when he was assisted into a plane. There, at
last, he relaxed and soon slept.
He woke to find =Dixon saying,  =Roll out, fire fighter.
We're at the =Samson =Airport. 
Two white-coated men lifted =Dade to a stretcher,
and a doctor directed them through the plane's cabin.
Winton no sooner appeared at the open door of the
plane than a woman in the crowd screamed,  There
they are, the smoke jumpers! 
As =Winton jumped back, =Dixon laughed,  Where's
your grit? You may as well come out and endure it. You
would be a hero! 

In those days no one was safe from the =Old =One.
Men feared that they would be trampled if they went
forth to hunt. And so the villagers went hungry. They
all wished the mad old elephant would die.
=Ulf, the blind bard, sang of the times when men
tried to spear the beasts but had only been trampled
to death for their pains.
Small wonder that =Fre shivered with fear when he
heard the =Old =One's cry trumpeted across the  
icecovered land. He hurried home. Upon his back was
his hunting bag, empty except for two thin rabbits, 
a pitiable food supply for four hungry mouths.
As =Fre scurried into the hut, he paused to shake his
fist in the direction of the bellowed trumpetings. Whose
house would be crushed and trampled next ? What
hunter caught on the trail would be tusked? Because
of this monster, whole families starved.
Brave, blind =Ulf, =Mother =Gruta, and the baby who
rode in the skin bag on =Gruta's back were all feeble
from hunger. =Fre, their provider, dared not trap and
trail on the ice as of old. To =Fre, saddest of all was
the baby on =Mother =Gruta's back. Hunger had pinched
its tiny tan face and made its thin little hands blue
and clawlike.
Once inside the hut, =Fre divided food among the
others~ pretending he had eaten scraps as he hunted.
He tried to satisfy his own hunger by chewing scraps
of old hide as he plucked =Ulf's one-stringed harp.


=Largus was lost in bewilderment. His brain was
spinning. It all seemed like a dreadful dream. Perhaps
he would soon awaken and find himself in his own
cluttered attic room with his brother =Festus on the
couch beside him. But no, the emperor's cold eyes
were upon him, awaiting his answer.
 It's a mistake, sir,  =Largus said. His voice began
to grow shrill.  I wasn't climbing out. I was climbing
in, to get a rose for my sweetheart. 
 A rose,  repeated =Augustus.  What do you take
me for? Guards, take him to the dungeons. Perhaps,
after he has been shut up there for a while, he will
remember the name of the man who hired him. If not,
he will fight the wild beasts in the arena tomorrow, with
the other criminals. 
The guards dragged =Largus off and threw him into
the dungeons beneath the circular arena.
The next day the emperor held public games to
celebrate his safe return to =Rome from the =German
&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO.  (1957)  6TH GRADE    AMR9576T.ASC
 (Modern McGuffey Readers)
WIDENING HORIZONS  by Ullin W. Leavell 


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Out of here, all of you !  
=Jerry yelled at the chickens on
the grass. The chickens  
scattered awkwardly as they cleared
the four-foot fence.
You, too! Out of here!  
=Jerry shouted at a mother cat
and five half-grown kittens on
the front porch. The startled
cats dashed past =Jerry,  
heading for the back of the house.
=Jerry sat down and gently
stroked the coarse yellow hair
of =Nailer's back. The dog's
head lifted a little, and his
lips parted as if to break into
a grin. Then his head dropped
back between his paws.
 Look at =Clipper, =Jerry
said, pointing to the horse as
if the dog were a person to be
reasoned with.  He's tired out,
and so am I, and it's all your
fault for not being with us. I
just don't know what's got into
those cattle lately. 
=It had been a hard day for
horse and boy. The cattle had
not wanted to return from the
pasture. They had not wanted
to stay bunched together. They
had broken away by ones and by
twos and raced back toward the
creek again, time after time.
And yet today had been no
worse than any other day for
the past six weeks. The cattle
would not go where they should.
The pigs would not stay away
from the fence. The chickens
would not stay off the grass.
The cats would not stay behind
the house where they belonged.
Up to six weeks ago, =Nailer
had been in charge. A cow or
calf that even looked as if it
might turn out of line was sure
to get a snap at the heels.


=Karen. Looked as if she'd paid
the bill from her piggy bank,
from all the small change she
gave me. 
Mr =Ivorsen stared in  
surprise.  I didn't know, he said
slowly.
=Nels was so happy with his
new dog that =Karen didn't have
one twinge of regret about the
money, well, maybe one.
Whenever she passed a  
mirror and saw the straight fall
of her hair, she felt a squeeze
at her heart. But then she had
only to step outside and watch
=Nels playing with the dog to be
happy again.
Anyway, with the wonderful
=Christmas season about to start,
who could be sad? December
=13 was drawing near.
Stoutly =Karen forced  
disappointment from her heart as
she hurried to the henhouse to
gather eggs the afternoon before
Street =Lucy's =Day.
Next year she could save
her earnings again. Next year
she would be a year older and
perhaps not so thin. Plumper
cheeks migh,t make her look more
like her sisters, and with  
curly hair, yes, next year surely
her big moment would come!
=Nels, his chores done, was
playing with his dog as =Karen
came back to the house.
She stood for a moment on
the porch watching them. What
a beautiful dog it was, and how
happy it made =Nels! A glow of
contentment spread through her,
touching her heart with warmth
and her lips with a soft smile.
Her eyes shone with a look of
gentle loving-kindness, and her
pale face was radiant with love.



This story is about a problem
that any boy or girl might have.
When you reach the end of the
story, be ready to tell how you
would solve the problem if you
were =Joe =Tucker.

=Joe =Tucker picked at his
bacon and eggs, nibbled on a
doughnut, and pushed away his
plate.  I don't feel like eating,
=Mom, he murmured  
unhappily.  I think I'll go down to
the swimming hole. Maybe if
I hang around there for a while,
I'll get to meet some of the boys
from the farms around here. 
That sounds like a good
idea, said his mother.  Being
a stranger is no fun for any of
us, and I know you miss your
friends back in =Carter =City. 
As =Joe stood up, he ducked
his head, smothering a sneeze.
 You'd better not go in the
water today, son, Mrs =Tucker
added hastily.  You can talk
to the boys and get acquainted
without going swimming. You
really shouldn't swim until you
are over that cold. 
All right, =Mom, I won't, 
=Joe promised.  I put my trunks
on before we had breakfast, but
I won't go ~ the water. 
=As he trudged down the
road, =Joe was thinking about his
friends back in =Carter =City. His
loneliness weighed on him like a
heavy burden.
When he reached the shrubs
that grew around the swimming
hole, =Joe peered at the water
from behind the leaves.
In the sunlight the river
gleamed like satin. Shadows
flickered on the shallow edges
where little boys were  
splashing and ducking each other.



The sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
 I see, quoth he,  the elephant
Is very like a rope! 

And so these men of =Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
and all were in the wrong!


knelt down before the king and
thanked him politely for  
granting his wish.
The king asked him the  
reason for his strange request.
Sir =Cleges said,  I could
not come in until I promised
each of those three a third of
what you would give me. If I
did that, I should have nothing
for myself. To divide twelve
blows among them seemed best,
truly. I have fulfilled my  
promises and shared my reward. 
=The king laughed heartily,
and so laughed all the lords and
ladies, old and young.
Then said the king,  =Tell
me, what is your name? 
And =Sir =Cleges told him.
What? Are you, then, my
own knight, who was so gentle
and so generous, so strong and
hardy? asked the king  
sorrowfully.  =Poverty becomes you
not, good =Sir =Cleges. I had
not known you in those shabby
rags. And indeed, I was told
that you had died long ago. 
Then and there, the king
gave to =Sir =Cleges all that a
knight should have. He made
him steward of all his lands and
made his son a squire.
And =Sir =Cleges served the
king well, for he and his lady
lived many a happy year after
that, till =God sent for them.


It had gone back a long,
long time. All through his  
boyhood, =John =Audul on had felt this
strong desire to draw pictures
of birds  to capture on paper
the feeling of tlleil flight. But
what stiff, awkward figures the
birds in his pictures were!
 Puppets, that's what they
are !  he had exclaimed angrily
when, as a boy in =France, he
had looked at his first sketches.
 Look at them! Sticks for legs!
And those tails ! A tail like
that would fall off a bird in
mid-air!  
No, no, =John ! They are
beautiful! said his stepmother,
trying to comfort him.  =So
pretty, they are, those little
feathered things! 
No living thing is easy to
copy, =John's father, =Captain
=Audubon warned him.  It takes
much much patience ,  and more
time than your studies allow. 
His studies! =John steered
hastily away from the subject.
It was better if his father did
not realize how many hours he
spent in the woods, waiting for
birds to come =witl1in sketching
distance. If only he could make
the birds in his sketches look
alive! He must keep trying.
 They are bad! he would
cry in despair, time and again,
throwing his drawings to the
winds.  I cannot do it! 
But back he would come to
try again. Maybe color would
make them look more alive. So
he tried water colors, but they
blotted and ran together.


Oh, my poor blind ones! 
moaned the man who had rescued
them.  What have they done to
you? Oh, this is terrible,  
terrible. How could they treat
you thus? 
=Louis was whimpering  
softly, standing in the same spot
where the attackers had left him.
But =Charles did not cry.  Who
are you? he asked the man.
 I am =Father =Thomas, said
the man.  I heard your cries
from the church. Come with me,
my blind ones. I cannot return
you to the school like this. Oh,
this is terrible, terrible. 
Numb with disbelief, =Louis
allowed himself to be led into
the church. He had been blind
since the age of three, yet he
had never heard of such a thing
happening in his village.
Father =Thomas spoke  
soothingly to =Louis.  Do not cry, my
boy, he said.  Such creatures
do not understand what they do.
There is a great need for  
kindness in this world.
You who have been robbed
of your sight are not the only
blind ones. All men are blind
who do not see the need to help
one another. 
Oh, =Father! =Louis cried.
 I am new at the school, and I
feel so lonely. It is terrible to
be all alone in the darkness. 
My dear boy, the priest
replied sadly,  there are many
kinds of darkness in this world
besides the kind of which you
speak. Nothing can be blacker
than the blackness of the human
heart that knows not the light
of love for its fellow man.


=Key was chanting
over and over again, The  
starspangled banner, oh, long may
it wave.  
 =Baltimore had been saved!
=American was still the land of
the free!
 The mighty =British ships
sailed off down =Chesapeake =Bay,
leaving the little truce boat
to make its way back to =Fort
=McHenry.
 On the way up the bay,
=Key was busy scribbling on an  
envelope which he had pulled from
his pocket.  Here !  he cried,
and he held the scribbled lines
out to his companions.
 And so, for the first time,
=American eyes read the words
which were later to become our
national anthem!

 The star-spangled banner,
Oh, long may it wave,
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave. 

The counselor was silent.
The boys around the campfire
stirred and stretched.  =That
was a good story, one of them
said.  =But  =The =Star-Spangled
=Banner' is a hard song to sing! 
The counselor smiled and
said,  Well, the people of  
=Baltimore didn't think so ! What
a celebration they had ! There
were fireworks and speeches and
parades. But best of all was
=Francis =Scott =Key's new song,
the song that named our flag. 
Whatever happened to that
flag at =Fort =McHenry?  someone
asked.
 It's safe in the =National
=Museum in =Washington,  =DC, 
replied the counselor.  It's a
bit faded, now, but it's still a
star-spangled banner. 
The boy who had been the
first to speak walked over to
the counselor.
 You know, he said,  if I
ever go to visit =Washington, , I
think I'll go and see that flag.
And from now on, when I sing
The =Star-Spangled =Banner,' I'll
think about your story. I have
a feeling it won't be so hard
to sing if I remember how it
was written. 
Later, the counselor stood
alone when taps was sounded.
He smiled as he heard someone
softly singing,  The land of the
free and the home of the brave. 
&&000 AMEICAN BOOK CO.  (1959)  6TH GRADE         AMR9596T.ASC
ADVENTURES NOW AND THEN  by Emmett A Betts
Source: Columbia TC  xerox, scan edit by DPH May 10, 1993

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The emergency door was crazily twisted, almost ripped
entirely off the plane. So that was how those crawling
figures had escaped!
Slivers of glass lay on the ground. Then =Pete's foot
struck something soft. It was a man's body, slumped over,
the face blackened by smoke. =Pete bent over it. He felt
the warmth and wetness of blood on his hand.
The man moaned. He was alive! Crouching, =Pete saw
the torn coat and the deep wound in the upper arm. The
man moaned again and then lost consciousness.
Nothing mattered now except bringing that limp figure
back to life. Quickly =Pete ripped off his necktie. He would
make a tourniquet to stop the flow of blood. He twisted
his tie to add strength to the material. Then he wrapped the
tourniquet tightly around the arm above the injury, as tight
as he could force it to go, and tied it there. He had used
a tourniquet only in first-aid practice before, never when
it really counted.
Slowly the flow of blood was stopped. Pete let out a
deep, relieved sigh.
Dimly he realized that the smoke-blackened face was
familiar. In a fever of haste, he bent forward to wipe the
black away. The man had begun to breathe regularly
again, and now he opened his eyes.  Hello, kid. 
It was =Jim! =Jim! Weak, unable even to lift his head
up, but with the same old smiling eyes. =Jim! =Pete choked
back the tears.
Other people were running up. =Pete heard shouts and



=Janson's cats suddenly ran for cover as they always did
when =Captain =Blake came near.
 =Janson!  When the captain roared, the deck rang with
the sound.  If a dirty shark smells up my decks once more,
you'll never ship with me again! 
It was a threat =Captain =Blake made every morning when
=Janson caught a fresh shark. =Janson was too valuable a
man with the pumps to worry about losing his job. But
the captain's dislike of the cats made him as uneasy as it
did the pets.
The old man nudged =Jerry in the ribs, urging him to
speak up. But =Jerry found his mouth too dry for speech.
He tried, but no words came.
 Captain,  =Janson said quietly,  =Jerry here would like
to hire out as a diver next trip. I thought you'd want him
to make a test dive today, probably. 
 If he has nerve, he might qualify,  =Blake said.  Come
along, =Jerry. My test will show what you have. 
=Jerry blinked, hesitated, and followed the captain.
Within a moment or two the men had caged him in a
diving suit and fastened a helmet over his head. Down
he sank into the water, past the keel of the boat, past one
of the professional divers coming up. Now he was swaying
in a depth of unseen currents. It was a queer, blue-green
world, with strange growths waving like willows in the
wind. He was standing in a bright patch of sand with fish
swimming all about him, looking at him with unblinking



deal with two dangerous men instead of one  !
Maybe he should have kept on with the study of music,
instead of dropping it to become a =G-man. Playing the
fiddle for a living would have been a lot safer than this!
Presently he came upon a run-down cabin in a  
clearing. The grass needed mowing; an old hoe and some
crurnpled rags lay on the porch. The door was open, and
the glass in one window was broken. At first sight the
place looked deserted. Only the smoke from the chimney
showed-that the cabin was inhabited.
When he was within a few feet of the cabin, Agent =X
saw a pair of beady eyes watching him intently through
the broken window. The sun-tanned face was bearded
and unfriendly.
Agent =X drew a deep breath. He stepped up to the
cabin door with a cheerful  =Hello! 
Beside the crude, roughly made fireplace, a typical old
mountaineer sat silently. Still standing near the window
was the bearded and beady-eyed man, a shotgun in his
hands.
 Government man, aren't you?  said the man with the
gun, crudely. His voice was rough and scornful.
 Yes,  replied the agent with a friendly smile.  You
must be =Pappy =Richards. 
 Sure. I'm =Cal's pa. And you're not a-going to get
him.  The shotgun pointed menacingly at the =G-man.
Agent =X looked around the cabin.  I've been assigned
to do it,  he said.  But I can see he isn't here today.

The noise  it was a kind of rattle  grew louder, and then
suddenly an old car swung into the town square. The
sheriff, the barber, Uncle =Ulysses, and =Homer watched it
with mouths wide open. It rattled around the town square
once, twice. And on the third time it slowed down and
shivered to a stop right out in front of =Uncle =Ulysses'
lunchroom.
It wasn't because this car was old, old enough to be an
antique, or because some strange business was built onto
it. It wasn't because the strange business was covered with
a large canvas. No, that wasn't what made =Homer and
the sheriff, Uncle =Ulysses and the barber stare so long. It
was the car's driver.
 Boy, what a beard!  said =Homer.
 And what a head of hair!  said the barber.  That's a
two-dollar cutting job if I ever saw one. 
 Can you see his face?  asked the sheriff.
 No,  answered =Uncle =Ulysses, still staring.
They watched the stranger unwind his beard from the
steering wheel and go into the lunchroom.
Uncle =Ulysses dashed for the door.  Got to get going.
See you later. 
 Wait for me!  the sheriff called.  I'm hungry. 
=Homer followed, and the barber shouted,  =Don't forget
to come back and tell me the news. 
The stranger was sitting at the far end of the lunch
counter, looking very shy and embarrassed. Everyone was
eyeing him with curiosity. =Homer and =Uncle =Ulysses



Four years later =Alexander, mounted on =Bucephalus,
rode out beyond the bounds of =Macedon with a great army.
No longer was he a carefree boy. He was a king, for =Philip
was dead, his dream of conquest unfinished. His son
=Alexander was destined to finish it for him.
Into far-off lands went the young king, to victory and
triumph. And always he dreamed of still greater triumph
 of his destiny to rule the world! At last his rnight
excelled that of any other man. He was emperor over
half the known world of his time.
In every land the names of the triumphant young king
and his splendid horse were heard together. =Alexander
the =Great and =Bucephalus!



he might be injured or swept from the vine into the swiftly
rushing river.
The men most skilled in bridge building studied the big
tree, the vine, and the river, figuring heights and distances
and lengths. At last when they had chosen a spot on the
vine, a tribesman took hold of it at that exact place. Then
he gave a mighty leap.
Down, down he swung, clearing the water by about
two heights of a man. Now up, up the man swung while
everyone watched tensely. Then down, down, down and
up, up, up onto the bough from which he had jumped.
 I missed the opposite tree by two lengths of a man, 
he said.  Perhaps if I hold the vine a little lower, I can
reach the branches on the other side. 
It was a brave offer intended for the good of the tribe,
and they nodded in silence. Again he swung down and
up! Then down and up again! Once again he was back
on the same bough. He tried a third time with no better
luck.  It is no use,  he said at last.  I can reach only
the slenderest branches on the other side. 
The =Pygmies returned to their huts, and the old ones
shook their heads. They had said the river could not be
bridged.
That night =Sleetan was unable to sleep. He could not
forget that long vine. It reminded him of a snake hanging
from a tree with half its body coiled around a bough.
Sometimes such snakes wrapped themselves around an
animal or even a =Pygmy.



northward after their nesting season and then go southward
again in the fall.
Some birds, such as sparrows, redbirds, and owls, do not
migrate; some others migrate only once in a while. One
of these is the snowy owl, which generally stays in the North,
but does migrate southward if food becomes scarce. Then
you may see snowy owls sitting on fence posts or chimneys
in the central part of the =United =States as well as in =Canada,
their usual home.
Birds travel tremendous distances between their nesting
ranges and winter ranges. Even very small birds may fly
three or four =thousand miles. By the time they return to
their summer range, they have made a round trip of six

of listening to my side of it, Uncle =Abe! I'm not supposed
to have a fair trial! That's just for robbers and people
like that! 
Uncle =Abe poked =John =Gilder in the ribs and said,  =John,
you can't just take the belt to a boy that's so sure he's
right, now can you? Couldn't you arrange somehow to
give him a trial? 
 All right,  said =John =Gilder,  I will. 


=Bud's trial was held out under the big tree in front of
the house. The rest of the family and some of the children's
friends sat around on the grass to watch.
 =John =Paul =Gilder!  said =Bud's father as he took the
judge's seat.  You are charged with refusal to work. The
court will hear what you have to say for yourself. 
Bud stood up. His face was tight and serious, and his
voice threatened to break as he spoke.  I refused because
=I don't think it's right to have to work so long and so hard
that you never have time to enjoy life. The time for us
kids to enjoy life is now, when we're young. Is it wrong
to enjoy life? 
 It isn't wrong to enjoy life,  =John said quietly.
 Well then, why do we go on working day after day like
a bunch of slaves? Milk the cows. Hoe the corn. Clean
out the stable. Pick the gooseberries. Mow the yard.
Carry in wood. Feed the pigs. Chase the sheep out of

=Mac took =John back to the cellar door. When they
opened it, a little bell jingled. Sure enough, =Bud was
sitting in an old chair beside a stack of books. John
couldn't say much about that.
The two men went upstairs again. =Mac said,  =I suppose
by law you couldn't whip that boy for working unless you
could find a witness. And the witness would have to swear
to seeing him in the act, wouldn't he, =John? 
 So!  said =John.  So he has been working! 
=Mac held up his hand.  Mind you now, I couldn't swear
to it. I've never exactly seen him at it. But if that bell
hadn't jingled before we went down into the cellar, I
wouldn't have been surprised if we'd have caught him. I
never have to check up on =Bud when he's working. 
=John's face was a mixture of pride and relief.  Good
worker?  he asked.
 Can't complain. Best little worker 1 ever saw,  =Mac
said.  Been sacking enough stuff for me to last through
a year's flood, I swear! Never stops sacking, except
when that little bell jingles. 
=Mac came closer, and his voice changed.  You aren't
going to whip him, =John. It's those ten turkeys he's trying
to make up to you. It's ten turkeys I'm paying him when
he's done. Now you couldn't whip a kid like that, could
you, =John? 
The sunset seemed to bother =John's eyes suddenly. He
had to rub them hard.  No,  he said,  I guess you couldn't.
Send him home soon, will you, =Mac? 



 Then I have gained a right good man this day,  said
jolly =Robin.  Tell me, what name do you go by, sir? 
 Men call me =John =Little where =I came from,  answered
the stranger.
Then one of =Robin's men, who loved a good joke, spoke
up.  Not so, fair little stranger,  said he.  I like not
your name and =I would change it.  His eyes traveled up
and down the great length of the tall, broad-shouldered
stranger.  Little you are, indeed, and small-bodied! You
shall be named =Little =John, and I will be your godfather! 
Then =Robin =Hood and all his band laughed aloud.
 So be it, good friend,  said =Robin =Hood.  Little =John
you shall be called from now on! So come, my merry
men, and we will go and make a feast for this fair child! 
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They drank it from tin cups. =Janet and =Jimmy
had milk in theirs, and so did their mother and =Ann.
The rest didn't. But everyone took sugar. And
=Jimmy lifted his cup, which was pretty hot, in his
hand and took a scalding sip, just to be polite. But
his eyes grew wide, as he set the cup down again.
He said,  That's the only tea I ever liked. 
The cut lunch came out of the hamper, lettuce
and tomato and asparagus sandwiches, cold lamb
chops and cold legs of chicken, and lots and lots of
cakes, some with cream in them and all pretty
exciting. And everyone sat on a blanket or on a
tree stump and ate and ate and ate. And they were



And he stood and cried out to the armies of Israel:
Am I not a =Philistine, and are ye not servants of
=Saul, who is king over =Israel? Choose you a man
from among you, and let him come down to me. If
he be able to fight with me and to kill me, then will
we be your servants. But if I kill him, then shall ye
be our servants and serve us. I challenge the armies
of =Israel this day! Give me a man that we may fight
together!  
Each morning and evening the =Philistine stood
before the armies of =Israel and challenged them.
For =forty days he presented himself, and no man
came forth to meet him.
Now =David's three eldest brothers were fighting
in the armies of =King =Saul, but =David had gone to
feed his father's sheep at =Bethlehem.
And =Jesse said unto =David, his son,  Take
now for thy brothers a measure of this parched
grain, and these ten loaves, and run to the
camp to thy brothers. And carry these ten cheeses
unto the captain of their =thousand, and see if
all is well with thy brothers, and take their
pledge. 
And =David rose up early in the morning, and
left the sheep with a keeper, and took food, and
went, as =Jesse had commanded him. And he came
to the place of the wagons as the army which was
going forth to fight shouted for the battle. And



she filled a syrup can,  Well, if her folks will let
her, how should you like to have =Molly come and
stay with us till her mother gets back from the
hospital? Now that you've got a room of your o~n,
=I guess if you wanted to, you could have her sleep
with you.
 Oh, =Molly, =Molly, =Molly!  shouted =Betsy,  
jumping up and down, and then hugging the little girl
with all her might.  Oh, it will be like having a
little sister! 
=Cousin =Ann sounded a dry, warning note.  Don't
be too sure her folks will let her. We don't know
about them yet. 
=Betsy ran to =Cousin =Ann and caught her hand,
looking up at her with shining eyes.  Cousin =Ann,
if ~ou go to see them and ask them, they will! 
This made even =Cousin =Ann give a little smile
of pleasure, although she made her face grave again



Yes,  said =Jimmy =Mason,  but don't forget
we wolked, too. If we hadn't worked so hard, the
people wouldn't have cared one way or another. 
There was a long silence, and then =Hubert =Smith
said, without a trace of shyness,  You're both right,
as I see it. We all worked together, and so the house
stayed. It's teamwork that gets things done. My
father says so. 
The boys were silent for another moment, thinking
over =Hubert's words. Then =Skinny =Kelly let out a
whoop.  Play ball!  he yelled right into the face of
the oncoming bulldozer. And adding their own
cheers of triumph and delight, the boys jumped off
the fence and went back to the game. But before
actually starting to play, each one of them stole a
look, a long, loving look, at the house that stayed.



He and =Chief =Riley carried =Sandy to the pilots
bunkhouse. Tom was wiping the flier's face with
cold water when at last he turned over and began
to mumble. The =Chief straightened.
 He'll be all right now. His pulse is Okay. You
keep an eye on him, =Tom. I have to get back to the
phone and radio. 
=Tom looked down at his friend. Through his
mind flew pictures of his summers at the =Stony
=Lake =Base. Under the guidance of this man and
=Bert =Clarke he had become skilled at the business of
pushing the big seaplanes through the skies, landing
on narrow lakes, lashing canoes to the long floats,
spotting danger to the forests from the skies.
Suddenly the loud-speaker crackled again. The
=Chief was calling,  =Tom, can you leave =Sandy?
Come to the office. Quick! 
=He raced to the white cottage and found the
=Chief pulling on a knapsack.
 Trouble! Nothing but trouble!  he muttered
to =Tom.  Just got word on the phone that a gang



Up and down, up and down, between the earth
and the sky, =Sue bounced like a rubber ball. Every
time she fell, her bustle hit first. Back she bounced.
This went on for a week. When at last she came back
to earth to stay, she was completely changed. She
no longer loved =Pecos =Bill.
The wedding was called off, and the boys returned
to the =IXL with their unhappy boss. For months
he refused to eat. He lost interest in cowpunching.
He was the unhappiest man =Texas had ever seen.
At last he called his hands together and made
a long speech. He told them that the days of real
cowpunching were over. The prairie was being fenced
off by farmers. He was going to sell his herd. The
=IXL had its last roundup. =Pecos =Bill mounted
=Widow-maker and rode away. None of the boys
ever saw him again.
Some years later an old cowhand reported that
=Bill had died. The great cowpuncher had met a dude
rancher at a rodeo. The dude was dressed up in an
outfit he had bought from a movie cowboy. The
dude's chaps were made of doeskin. His boots were
painted with landscapes and had heels three inches
high. The brim of his hat was broad enough to cover
a small circus.  =Bill took a good look at him and
died laughing.



 I'll pay you what I can said =Garnet's father,
 and you'll have a place to live and food to eat. 
 It'll be grand to have another boy around, 
said =Jay.
 Three brothers,  thought =Garnet. Would she
like that? She believed she would, but wasn't sure.
All the same, it was exciting to have a stranger come
out of the woods that way and be adopted. She felt
tired now and, leaving the men and boys to talk
among themselves, stole back to her blanket under
the tree.
When she woke up, there was heavy dew on
everything. The first red rays of the sun touched
the watery earth, making it glitter with a =thousand
colors. The kiln fire seemed pale and insignificant
now, dimmed by the light of day. Near by, =Jay
and =Eric lay sound asleep, and her father and
Mr =Freebody were having a moment of rest under
a tree. Mr =Freebody was snoring deeply and
magnificently.
=Garnet got up and put fresh coffee in the pot and
climbed the narrow path to the top of the kiln again.
On her way back she stopped and looked down at
=Eric curiously. Her look wakened him; the eyelids
flew open suddenly. His eyebrows twisted in
bewilderment.
=Garnet laughed quietly.  I'm not dangerous,  she
explained.  Don't look so suspicious. I'm =Garnet



The onlookers were cheering =Sammy, but he was
too busy to listen. Now that he had the calf up, he
realized that when he had made that tackle, he had
dropped his halter. There it was, fortunately not
far away. Slowly he began to drag the calf to the
halter. With one arm tightly locked around the
calf's neck, he stooped and picked it up. Not a
sound came from the crowd now.
Still taking great care not to loosen his grip,
=Sammy slipped the halter over the calf's head, and
there was a roar of applause. Then he started to
lead the calf to the gate. To his utter astonishment,
the animal walked along as peaceably as an old cow.
 This is a cinch,  thought =Sammy, and a confident
grin began to spread itself across his face.
Then, just as they were at the gate, the calf
reared back suddenly and started to run. Sammy
was taken off guard. He felt the halter rope slipping
through his hand. Startled, he gripped it hard just
as the knot at the end came into his palm. The next
thing he knew, he was jerked off his feet and dragged
across the arena, his face making a furrow in the
loose dirt. But he held on to the rope while the
crowd went wild.
At last the calf stopped to do some extra fancy
bucking and kicking. Sammy got to his feet, his
eyes smarting from the dirt in them. Suddenly, as
he tried to haul in on the rope, the calf started to
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on guard, lay soundly sleeping and snoring.  =Will's eyes,
the eyes of a natural scout, saw that forms were creeping,
creeping up on them in the dark. He shook =Simpson
silently.  =Simpson roused =Woods. A fresh blaze of fire
from all three rifles cleared the trail. But their situation
seemed hopeless. Day was breaking in the sky and they
were now in plain view again.
If help would only come from their second wagon
train! Where was it? Could it reach them in time?
Weary hours dragged on. The =Indians kept watch on
their victims, who were outnumbered, ten to one.
Suddenly,  =Will and the two men saw that the =Indians
were talking among themselves and beginning to mount
their ponies. What was alarming them?  =Simpson laid his
ear to the earth. Yes, the =Indians had heard what =Will and
his friends had failed to hear, the sound of animals hoofs,
the cracking whips of the men who walked beside them.
Oh, sweet, sweet sound! Soon the men came in sight,
rushing to their comrades rescue. The =Indians had already
fled with a final shower of arrows.
The desperate stand behind the dead mules was over.
=Will felt his head to see if his hair was still on tight. Now
the rescuers crowded round the three men. They slapped
=Will on the back, cheering and praising him.
He did not know that he was starting on his long career
of Indian fighter, army scout, and =Wild =West showman,
which would make his nickname of  =Buffalo =Bill  known
the world over.


nearly dropped the knife. Then he saw the raft upstream.
On the bank at the far end of it sat =Panther =Tail, his chin
on his chest. Was the =Indian asleep?  =Dan stared at him,
eyes straining to catch the least movement.
=Dan gripped the roots under the bank and drew  
himself along in the shadow. The cold water swirled about
his neck, tugged at his feet. Far downstream he could
hear the roar of rapids. At the edge of the shadow he
stopped. He looked long at =Panther =Tail, then glanced
back at =Jody =Brent.
=Jody's hand touched his shoulder. The little man's
whisper was hardly audible above the sound of the river.
 Easy! Don't climb on the raft till we get it loose.
I'll cut the front line. When she swings out in the  
current, you cut the back line quick. 
It sounded easy enough. They kicked forward silently.
A minute later they were safely across the stretch of
moonlit water, and =Jody =Brent had vanished around the
corner of the raft. =Dan clung to the log where the rear
line was tied, his knife ready to slash it the moment he
felt the current swinging them clear.
Minutes passed. =Dan realized that =Jody must be having
a struggle with the knots, which would be swelled tight
in the water. Maybe he'd better cut the back line first
and then swim around and give =Jody the knife.
He raised his head cautiously for a look at =Panther =Tail.
Sick fear shot through him. =Panther =Tail was awake and
on his feet, and even now was moving along the bank to
examine the moorings.



cavaliers in silks, with velvet cloaks and polished armor.
With them came ladies, too, who expected to find  
comfortable houses in which to dwell. Instead, they found a
miserable little village on a bare beach, with the earlier
colonists living in rude huts, buying such food as could be
obtained from the =Indians.
The sailors who had brought the expedition overseas
demanded their pay, and the cavaliers and ladies pressed
the governor to produce the gold which was said to be
abundant in these parts. If the men did not get it, they
would sail back to =Spain.
The governor was in a difficult position. He sent parties
of soldiers into the country with orders to capture =Indian
towns and seize such gold as they might find there. One
such company heard that the two most powerful chiefs
of the =Indians, by name =Wrobare and =Arobare, had found
refuge from the pursuing =Spaniards in the town of =Tairona,
far up in the mountains. Probably there would be gold
there. They must go and see.
The path upward was so steep that no man could walk it
alone. They held each other in a living chain to avoid
falling over the precipices and into the gorges below. Then
they pushed on, hoping to surprise the =Indians in the  
village, which must be at the end of this path. All at once
the weary climbers heard a sound which carried them back
across the ocean to the homeland they had left. They
heard a donkey bray.
 It can't be,  one said.
 There isn't a donkey anywhere in this forsaken land,



=Little pink rosebuds were painted on the face, and a wreath
of full-blown roses bloomed on the glass door. It seemed
as if the hands that pointed the hours must have been
hammered in a fairy forge by fairy fingers, so delicately
were they carved.
 Just set it up in the house some where,  said the peddler,
and I uill start it going and let you hear how it sounds
when it strikes the hour. 



=Jim leaped toward the sound. In the darkness he
srambled upon the fallen girl, her arms clasped tightly
above her head.
 =Ellen! Are you hurt?  he cried, bending over her, the
lantern held high.
 She's dead! Dead!  screamed =Eulalie.  That beast has
killed her. He's torn her limb from limb! 
Cautiously, =Ellen's arm moved, and one eye peered forth.
Is it gone?  she whispered.
 Sure it's gone,  =Jim answered.  Are you all right? 
=Ellen sat up, feeling of herself here and there.  That
creature jumped right on me. He knocked me down and
ran right over me. 
At this moment, =Burrus, whose view had been cut off by
leaves, came bustling into the midst of the crowd.
What's the matter? What happened to the possum?
The dogs can't find him. 
 Possum!  exclaimed =Eulalie.  Just as I told you, that
wasn't any possum. It was a panther cat. And he jumped
right on =Ellen. 
 Panther cat! A puma!  gasped =Ellen, frightened at
the realization that so dreaded a beast had used her for a
foot mat. If the puma had leaped for her on purpose he
could easily have stripped her to pieces with a few strokes
of his powerful hind claws. Fortunately for her, the beast
had leaped blindly, confused by the lights, and with only
one thought, to escape.
The hounds were now left perplexed, without a trail.
They kept sniffing at the base of the tree, circling wider



house,  said =Ray, pointing to a hole in one corner of the
room where they stood.
 None of the windows work very well,  =Hal put in.
 I guess there would  have to be new windows everywhere. 
=Brick tried to hurry the man past the corner cupboard
in the dining room. Everyone, even those who tried to
find fault with the house, liked the corner cupboard,  
because it was something rare. But the man saw it and stood
in front of it and deliberately scraped off some of the
thick gray paint to have a look at the real wood. He
looked a long time at the open beams, too, and at the  
fireplaces and the =Dutch oven.
 They say it would take a century to get all that paint off, 
=Brick remarked.
The floors, wide oak boards, were uneven and rough.
 You could break your neck on these floors,  said =Ray.
=Jim joined the group without the man's even seeming to
notice it. Then they all went down into the cellar, the
only cool place in the house. The man examined the sills
and supports and remarked that the foundation was well
built.
 But it's sort of damp down here,  =Brick replied.  I
guess it's awfully hard to find just where a cellar does let
in water. 
Well, thanks!  said the man, when they were out of
the house again.
The snake did not appear, but =Hal pointed to its hole.
When there were snakes in a house, he said, he guessed it
was pretty hard to get them out.



After that =Whitey was alone in the middle of the prairie.
He tramped along, madder than a hornet, and tried to  
remember some of the terrible things he had heard =Catfish
=Smith utter to his horscs. Here it was his first day on the
roundup and already he had let himself be set afoot like
any greenhorn.
Then his feet started to hurt. His high-heeled boots
were fine for riding, but they were never made to walk in.
Before he had gone a mile he had blisters on both heels.
And home was a long way off.
As if his feet were not trouble enough, =Whitey, when
he limped up over a little knoll, came face to face with a
bunch of range cattle.  So now, besides being mad and
footsore, he was scared.  For he knew that wild cattle 
will not bother a man on a horse, but he did not know what
they would do to one on foot.
There were no trees to climb, nor any fences to get  
behind, so he stood still and wondered what in the world he
should do.
The cattle threw up their heads when they saw him,
and started edging toward him. He did not dare run.
When he tried to yell at them, he found that for some  
reason he could not make a sound. They came up and stood
in a circle watching him and he watched them.  Now and
again, one of them would give a low bellow and paw dirt into the
air.  =Whitey would have gladly given his
=Stetson hat with the rattlesnake hatband and his  
fancy stitched boots to have been somewhere else.
Just when he had about given up hope of ever getting



She found a partly hollow tree, where she lay curled into
herself, battered by rain, deafened by thunder, trembling
with fear until a great silence came and birds began to
twitter. Then her trembling fear was gone in a flash and
she was strong again, eager to find that place to which
she belonged, the world where all was right.
Now there was clinging mud, and creeks brimming from
bank to bank where rushing waters swept her off her feet.
When the sun dropped she was footsore and weary, almost
too tired to lick the caked mud from her feet. She slept
uneasily, for her legs twitched with sudden jerks and woke
her time and time again. When the sun rose, she got up
with an effort, stood swaying for a while, then lay down
again for a space.
While she lay, there came from a near-by farmhouse a
small boy who said soothing words and put his arms about
her neck. She felt a grateful sense of companionship and
forgot her trouble. Then the boy stood up and called her
to follow, and led the way to the house where a woman
brought food.
=Ginger ate while boy and woman watched. There were
sights and sounds most pleasing in that place, cows,  
lowing calves, clucking hens, noisy guinea fowls, and white
grunting pigs. There was a collie, too, sharp-nosed and
playful. Soon =Ginger was well rested and clean, for she
licked herself while resting. She might have stayed here
happily, but again the call to find the home beyond the
hills came to her and she went on.
Often that day, =Ginger sought for something familiar



=Mary shook her head in despair as she laid out their
food for them in the shade. But the cubs were not
hungry. They played with their food, tasting it and
dragging it about, glancing at =Mary as though to say,
We can get better food than this for ourselves any
time we want to now, but of course it's very kind of you
to remember to bring our dinner anyway. 
=Suddenly, just as =Bright had decided to drag a piece
of meat into the burrow and =Pretty had decided that it
was better left outside, and they were pretending to
struggle and growl and tug over it, =Mary was startled
by a step behind her.
She turned. There stood the tall, lean figure of Mr
=Kennedy, with a gun slung over his arm, watching them.
 So that's where my chickens have gone!  he  
remarked grimly.
At the sound of his voice =Mary jumped to her feet
and the cubs disappeared down the burrow.
 I've tried to keep them from killing chickens, really
and truly, Mr =Kennedy,  the girl cried out.  They don't
know any better. Oh, please don't kill them! They're
all I have in the world. 
Mr =Kennedy turned his sharp elderly gaze full upon
the anxious girl.
 Well, suppose the chickens are all I have!  he said.
 A chicken isn't as much company as a fox,  =Mary
pleaded.  =Maybe if I feed them and feed them, they'll
keep away. Please, please give us another chance. 
 You could just as well keep a bird from a tree, as a

As =Tivo started slowly through the gate, his mother
called, Remember! Ask five pesos for your turkey. If
they bargain with you, you can come down to three pesos.
That is a very good price. Even two pesos would not be
bad. But try to get three. 
 I'll try to get three,  promised =Tivo, and the iron gate
closed behind him. He looked at =Peepelo resting on his
arm. How his feathers glistened!  What sparkling brown
eyes he had! =Tivo walked slowly into the kitchen.
The hotel keeper came bustling forward. He lifted
=Peepelo and held him up by the feet. He pinched him to
see how firm he was. Poor =Peepelo was not used to such
treatment. He squawked indignantly.
 How much do you want for this turkey?  asked the
hotel keeper.
 I'll take five pesos,  replied =Tivo. He looked curiously
around the kitchen. There, hanging from a beam, were
five other turkeys, stiff and cold.
 Five pesos!  exclaimed the hotel keeper.  I'll give
you two. 
 No, I can't let you have my turkey for that,  replied
=Tivo.
 All right then, three pesos,  said the hotel keeper.  Is
it a bargain? 
 No, no,  said =Tivo with his eyes on those turkeys,
 not for three pesos! 
 Then I'll give you four,  said the hotel keeper  
grudgingly,  but it's an outrageous price. 
=Tivo looked down.  =Peepelo was busily pecking at one
&&000 LIPPINCOTT  (1954)  6TH GRADE         LIP9546T.ASC
MOVING FORWARD  by Bernice E. Leary et al
Source: Columbia TC  xeroxm scan edit by DPH   May 10, 1993

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And now the archers shot, each man in
turn, and the good folk never saw such
archery as was done that day. Six arrows
were within the clout, four within the black,
and only two smote the outer ring; so that
when the last arrow sped and struck the
target, all the people shouted aloud, for it
was noble shooting.
And now but ten men were left of all those
that had shot before, and of these ten,
six were famous throughout the land, and
most of the folk gathered there knew them.
These six men were =Gilbert of the =Red =Cap,
=Adam o the =Dell, =Diccon =Cruikshank,
=William of =Leslie, =Hubert of =Cloud, and
=Swithin of =Hertford. Two others were  
yeomen of =Merry =Yorkshire, another was a tall
stranger in blue, who said he came from
=London =Town, and the last was a tattered
stranger in scarlet, who wore a patch over
one eye.
 Now,  quoth the =Sheriff to a man-at-arms
who stood near him,  seest thou =Robin =Hood
amongst those ten? 
 No, that do I not, your worship,   
answered the man.  Six of them I know right
well. Of those =Yorkshire yeomen, one is too



side of the infield for the batter to punch the
ball through. The base runner should listen
for the crack of the bat, then look for the
coach or the ball, so that he can retreat to
first if it is a fly ball which might be caught.
When your first batter gets on base, it is
often smart baseball to sacrifice him to second
so that he will be in position to score on a
hit by any following hitter. The sacrifice
will also eliminate the possibility of having
your base runner knocked off in a double
play.
With a runner on second base and no one
out, the percentage play, if you want one run,
is to sacrifice him down to third so that he
can score on a fly ball to the outfield or on
an infield out. Naturally, it helps a manager
in such situations to have a bunter of high
caliber up there.
A play which many young players neglect
is the squeeze. It is beginning to come into
its own again. There are two kinds of squeeze
plays. One is the running squeeze in which
the runner on third base breaks for the plate
with the pitching motion and the batter lays
down a bunt any old place so long as he does
not pop it up. The runner will score because



There are two iron balls on the flat roof of
a tall building. One ball weighs a =hundred
pounds. The other ball weighs only one
pound. Suppose you push the two balls off
the roof at exactly the same time. Which
ball do you think would hit the ground first?
Do you think the big ball would fall faster
than the small ball?
Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time
there lived in ancient =Greece a very famous
wise man named =Aristotle.  =Aristotle was a
great thinker. He thought about all kinds
of things.
He thought about what things are made of.
And he decided all things are made of four
elements. And these four elements, he
decided, are earth and air and fire and water.
Aristotle thought about the stars and the
earth and the sun and the moon. And he
decided the earth stands still and the sun goes
round the earth every day.
=Aristotle thought about two weights falling
to the ground. And he decided that a heavy
weight falls faster than a light weight.



his shoulder and came on home, bent low and
looking at the white world through green
laces of balsam spills, just the way his father
had looked at the world through fir boughs
the day before =Christmas.
The boy sawed his fir off even with the
handsaw in the toolshed, and he nailed on
it the two cross pieces and the four braces
his father had made for fir trees years ago.
He remembered just how his father had nailed
the pieces on. His tree stood up independent,
straight as a tree growing in the pasture.
He left it in the shed.
Supper was almost the hardest part. =Tris
had to talk up =Christmas and =Santa =Claus
to his small brother and sisters. That was
hard. It hurt him, for it made him think
more and more about his father. But =Tris
did it. He told the children how good the
sleighing would be with all the snow on the
world and how =Santa would be able to bring
a very big tree. The children's eyes got
round as saucers. But =Mother kept her eyes
on her plate and did not look up for a long
time. When she did, though, her eyes were
shining more brightly than little =Anne's or
=Jane's or =Ted's.



down last week.  =Neil's hand touched the
puppy's rough coat.  He's going to be just
like =Connie, isn't he? What do you think
of =Buster for a name? I've always wanted
to call a dog =Buster. 
 I think =Buster is a good name,  =Dirk
answered. He felt very close to his brother,
for at last he understood.
He looked across the fields in the direction
of =Twin =Oaks =Farm. Before he had left,
=Connie had barked with excitement as if she
had tried to tell him everything was all
right now and soon sh,e would be back to
ride the tractor with him.



surface.  Then he and three companions
went over the side and struck out inland on
skis; on their backs were packs holding food,
tents, and a small radio set. They were the
advance party searching for a favorable place
to establish our camp.
The dogs were no less eager to get ashore
than the men. For more than a month they
had been cooped up in narrow kennels on
deck and they were wild for exercise. Round
and round in great circles they raced as
though suddenly gone mad. It was a sight
to see, those =hundred =twenty-five  
openmouthed =Huskies tearing up the snow in
every direction.
=Spike led a group of about fifteen, running
ahead of them like a four-legged engine
pulling a train of four-legged cars. When
he turned, they would turn, when he rolled
over they would roll, and occasionally he upset
the whole pack by dropping suddenly as they
raced at top speed. The result was a tangled
squirming mass of yelping, happy dogs who
were enjoying the mix-up as much as the
men who stood watching it. There was no
thought of hard feeling or ugly slashing with
sharp fangs that day.



Around the room were shelves and shelves
upon which were bowls of pottery. But all
of them were glazed in beautiful colors which
=Pedro could not see in this dim light. None
of them was pure, pure earth color.
=Pedro looked along the table. Pushed back
against the whitewashed wall was something
wrapped in a damp cloth. He lifted the cloth.
Underneath it was an unfinished bowl of
pure, pure earth color! This must be the
bowl for =Senorita =Rosalita. It would never
be finished now!
Or would it, would it?
=Pedro reached out his brown hand and
drew the bowl toward him. How cool it felt.
He must be very, very gentle with it because



Now this is a tale of the long ago time
when the =Little =People were more friendly
with the human folk of =Ireland than perhaps
they are today, though without a doubt the
wee small weavers work busily still. Any fine
dewy morning you can see their webs laid
out to bleach upon all the green hillsides
and hedges of =Ireland, and you might see the
weavers themselves had you the wit to know
where to look for them.
In a weaving town of which the name has
long since been forgotten lived two lads, 
weaving apprentices they were who went by
the name of =O'Doon. The younger was just
plain =Tim =O'Doon, while the elder lad, who
was his mother's favorite, had the long, fine,
elegant name of one of the Irish kings and
made his friends call hi~n by the whole of it
=Briande =Boru.



Looking up into the summer sky one day,
the younger brother had said,  I believe that
if one of those clouds could be captured in a
paper bag it would carry the bag up and an
extra weight besides.  Later, the idea had
occurred to the brothers that they might make
a paper bag rise by filling it with hot air and
smoke. They made several trial balloons
and then in =June, =1783, announced a puhlic
demonstration in the market place of their
home town. The curious crowd, gathered
from far and wide, saw a huge blue paper
bag, hanging over an open fire, swell to its
full spherical size, break the ropes which
held it and before their astonished eyes rise
into the air and sail away! Like a thing
bewitched! News of the experiment spread
like wildfire. Scientists wrote and invited the
=Montgolfiers to come to =Paris, after which
=Louis =XVI summoned them to bring the
balloon to =Versailles that he too and his court
also might see this interesting invention.
One afternoon in =November, =Benjamin
=Franklin set out in his coach, for a balloon
ascension, in as great excitement as an old
gentleman could possibly be, for he was about
to witness the first voyage in the air ever



said.  It will not be long now. I can almost
smell the trees and the grass. And listen,  
He lifted his head.
There was the sound of beating wings.
birds, =hundreds of them, were flying  
overhead, blotting out the stars as they winged
their way between the ship and the sky.
 They fly always in the same direction, 
toward the land,  said =Columbus softly.  We
are following their lead, so we too must find
it. 
 I hope that we will find it soon,  said
=Pedro soberly.
 Are you afraid then like the others? 
=Columbus asked.
=Pedro shook his head.  No, =Senor,  he
declared quickly.  It is just that, I don't
know how to tell you, but be careful, =Senor.
The railing on the quarter-deck is low. You
walk alone at night and,  
 So that is what they plan?  exclaimed
=Columbus in low tones.  I knew they were
frightened, but I did not know that they had
begun to think of tossing me into the sea. 
He put his hand on =Pedro's ~shoulder.
 Thank you for your warning, boy. I will not
&&000 LYONS & CARNAHAN (1956 & 1951) 6Th GRADE    LYN9566T.ASC
STORIES TO REMEMBER by Guy I Bond and Marie C. Cuddy
Source: Columbia TC xerox scan and edit by DPH   May 11, 1993

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While driving he explained that geologists study
layers of rock and soil. Through study they are
able to tell where oil might be found.
Mr =Pike, how did oil get into the ground? 
=Dan asked, as the geologist's jeep jolted over the
rough ground.
The geologist explained that petroleum, or rock
oil, has been known since ancient times, but that
no one knows exactly how it was formed.
We know that petroleum was formed =millions of
years ago, said Mr =Pike.  It has been forming
during all those years since it was discovered.
Many scientists think that petroleum was formed
where there was an abundance of water. Animals
perished and their bodies sank into the water and
decayed. Plants died and decayed, also.



that alumina was found in an ore called bauxite
and that scientists believed it was a metal.
After that chemistry book had been published,
scientists discovered a method by which powdered
alumina could be made into a usable metal. The
new substance was named aluminum. The process
used to make aluminum required so much time and
effort that this new metal was more expensive
than the older metals had been. In the  
twenty year period previous to =Charles =Hall's interest
in experimenting with alumina, not =twenty-five
tons of aluminum had been made.



many generations to come the events of this day
would live in the memories of the people.
As the young archer got closer to =Runnymede, he
became conscious that people about him were very
excited. He could tell from their voices as they
hailed comrades who joined the throng. In their
conversations the names  =Magna =Charta and  =King
=John were heard constantly. When peasants from
a near-by estate halted near =Henry =Downing, one
man recognized the archer and spoke up.
 You are a freeman, said the man.  We know
you were in the great hall when the =Magna =Charta
was written. Describe what happened. Tell us
what this =Magna =Charta means. Will it help only
the rich people? 
=Henry answered,  =No =Englishman should stay in
ignorance of the =Magna =Charta. The words mean
=Great =Charter. This charter is a paper on which
are written several promises that will give all
the people more rights than we ever have known.
Today, if we force =King =John to sign the =Great
=Charter, he will be promising a more just rule.
Your homes will be safe. King =John's soldiers
will not dare to enter them and steal your food.
You cannot be sent to prison without having had a
fair trial. 



When the big liner docked at =Naples, Italy, the
=Rossi family was near the gangway, very eager to
land. This was the last day of an exciting ocean
voyage from the =United =States. It would be just
the beginning of an exciting adventure on land.
-Nicci =Rossi had been born in Italy. While he
was still a young man, he had become an emigrant
from Italy and had made his home in the =United
=States of =American. There he had married; there
his son, =Tony, had been born. Now, a citizen of
his adopted country, he was taking his wife and
son to visit the country which had once been his
homeland.

Like =hundreds of other boys, =Johnny =Deane lived
within the sound and sight of the boats and other
traffic of =New =York harbor. Little brick houses
and shabby looking tenement buildings stood near
the busy bay. The piers and factory areas,  
however, offered good picking grounds for stove wood.
But poor =Johnny had a hard time collecting wood.
The bigger boys had come down before he arrived
and had chased him away. He sat on his keg and
watched the big boys pile boxes with stove wood
they had collected.



man or beast, would be tempted to try to get over
these mountains in winter. Might just as well
try to fly over them. 
A mumbled  =Um-um, that was =John =Thompson's
response, might have meant almost anything. But
a new gleam had come into his keen eyes. He was
thinking that there ought to be some way to get
the mail over the mountains, if only a person could
figure it out.
During the remainder of his caller's short stay,
there was little conversation. =Thompson's mind
was busy with a problem. He was still puzzling
over it when the horseback rider told him good-by
and left. He kept on puzzling over it even after
he picked up his ax and went to work again.
 I'm the strongest man anywhere around here, 
he thought,  and I'm as muscular as any athlete.
I'm accustomed to the mountains, too, so I would
not get lost. I could transport the mail if  
anybody could. I'd tackle the job, if only I could
figure out a way to do it. Anyway, it's a great
challenge to me. 
At sundown, =John =Thompson ceased working. He
shouldered his ax and started for his cabin. But
he had not yet figured out a way to transport the
=United =States mail.



 =China must have many firsts to its credit, 
said =Bob.  I remember reading that it was the
=Chinese who printed the first newspapers. They
did it in the eleventh century. 
 Let's see how many other =Chinese firsts we
can observe in this room, said Mr =Arnold.
Everyone joined in the game. Mrs =Arnold said
that silks came from silkworms which the =Chinese
had taught the world to use. She also mentioned
that she always had admired the elaborate carving
on the antique =Chinese chests and other furniture.
Mrs =Wong said that tea was her favorite among
the things which =China had given to the world.
=Wing-Su declared that the =Chinese must be given
credit for having taught the rest of the world the
value of rice as food.



Mr =Barker drove to the museum where he knew
=Pam and =Bob would see many interesting exhibits.
 There will not be time to see all the exhibits
in the museum, said Mrs =Barker.  First we can
stop to look at the exhibit of pioneer life. You
will even see the kinds of Indian homes that were
here when the white men came. Since you came
to see =Dutch things, you probably will prefer to
spend most of the time upstairs. In that part of
the museum there are exhibits of things from the
=Netherlands. When we get there you will almost
think that you are in the =Holland across the sea
instead of in a =Michigan city. 
When =Pam got upstairs, she exclaimed,  =Oh, oh,
there's a =Dutch cottage up here ! I can see the
half-door. It is something like the one in the
=Rembrandt painting we saw in the art gallery. 
 When you get closer to that exhibit, you will
see that it isn't a cottage, said Mr =Barker.
 The museum has set up two =Dutch-style rooms.
All the furnishings shown actually came from the
=Netherlands. 
There were so many interesting things that =Pam
and =Bob scarcely knew which to look at first. In



 I shall make him a fine puppet theater, said
the cobbler.  When he knows the stories he can
amuse herself by having the puppets act them out
in plays. 
 I wonder if he will be a cobbler, too, said
the child's mother.
 No, no! exclaimed =Hans =Andersen.  My son
will grow up to be a great man. You notice that
no mist hangs over =Odense this day. In =Denmark
the sun seldom shines on the mornings of =April.
But today it shines for =Hans =Christian. It is a
sign that he will grow up to be a great man.;
It seemed but a short time until the voice of
=Hans =Christian mingled with the tapping sounds
of his father's hammer. The child's deep blue
eyes had a merry twinkle as he listened to the
stories told to him by his father or grandmother.
His pale golden hair shone above a homely though
smiling face as he played with his dolls and his
puppet theater. At times he may have been sad
because he had no playmates, but he always seemed
able to amuse himself by making up stories.
Frequently the child went with his mother to
the river. There, while she did laundry work to
help earn the family's living, he made up stories
and told them to her. Often the boy was puzzled

Peace soon returned to =Roncole, but the people
never forgot the night of the terrible enemy raid.
=Giuseppe often heard the story of the raid as it
was told around the huge fire at his father's inn.
=Bagasset, a wandering minstrel, who was a good
storyteller as well as a good musician, often told
of =Luigia's courage.
 The =Heavenly =Father had a purpose in saving
the life of  this little one, the old minstrel
said.  Of that we may be certain. 
=Bagasset was =Giuseppe's special friend. When
the old man played his fiddle for the people who
gathered at the inn, the boy begged for more and
more tunes. Understanding that the child's need
for music was deeper than that of other people,
the minstrel often played until his arms ached.
 It would be a good thing if the boy were able
to study music, =Bagasset said to =Carlo =Verdi.
 Study music! exclaimed the innkeeper.  I am
a poor man ! Scrape as I will, it is all that
can do to provide a living for my family. No,
=Giuseppe shall learn a good trade. The boy shall
be a blacksmith, perhaps, or a cobbler. 
=Giuseppe was at the door and heard his father's
last words. He pushed a tangle of brown curls
back from his forehead and spoke to his father.
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1951)  6TH GRADE            MAC9516T.ASC
All around me  by Arthur I gates et al
Source Columbia TC xeroxed scanned and edited by DPH
May 11, 1993

&&111



stream at the foot of the bridge. As he turned, he
heard again that long, terrifying howl coming down
the wind. The sheep, who had scattered to the
four winds when their master tried to drive them in,
had now gathered of their own will. Ted came
upon them at last, huddled together in a little ravine
where the undergrowth gave some shelter from the
snow. He could just see them in the dim light,
their gray bodies crowded close, their foolish black
faces seeming to look to him for help. They were
very quiet, although now and then they would
shift a little, stamp, and move closer.
As he stood watching, a dark shape dipped over
the opposite edge of the hollow and flung itself upon
a straggling ewe on the outskirts of the flock. It was
followed by a second silent shadow, and a third.
The poor sheep gave only one frantic bleat. Then
all was still again except the sound of a hideous
snapping and tearing, of a furious struggle muffled
in the soft depths of the snow.  =Ted raised the
revolver and took careful aim. He pulled the
trigger, but no explosion followed. Helplessly the
boy spun the cylinder and snapped the hammer,
again and again. He knew then that the two
cartridges were damp.

One day a bunniah, or banker and grain  
merchant, was walking along a country road when he
overtook a farmer going in the same direction.
Now the bunniah was very grasping, and was  
lamenting that he had not had a chance of making
any money that day; but at the sight of the man
in front, he brightened up wonderfully.
 That is a piece of luck,  he said to himself.
 Let me see if this farmer is not good for something. 
 And he hastened his steps.
After they had bid each other good day very
politely, the bunniah said to the farmer,  =I was
just thinking how dull  =I felt, when  =I beheld you;



 =The cat had been playing with the paper-weight
and had tipped it over against the inkbottle, and
knocked the inkbottle to one side. And all night
long the spilled ink had been soaking into the nice,
clean, freshly copied pages of  =Grandfather's speech !
It was too late to do anything about it, for  
 =Patrick, the livery-stable man, had just driven up to the
door. There wasn't even time to say anything
about it, although  =Grandfather had plenty he could
have said. He just ground his teeth together hard,



stream they had leaped across was twenty feet
wide and spreading fast. Their bucket of clams and
the two hoes had disappeared in it, and they  
themselves were on the wrong side.
=Susan lay back laughing. Of all the ninnies,
=We are the worst! 
  I do not swim,  said =Mary.
 Nor  =I, but there is no need for that. We are
upon the mainland, or almost. We can get to
 =Green's  =Point by cutting straight across the marshes. 
  But the others?  objected =Mlary.
 We must tell them,  agreed  =Susan. That is
easy enough.                              
 They pulled on their dresses, still damp and sticky



poster on the wall as a constant reminder to his
workmen. The legend on the poster read:
 =The  =Pilot  =Depends =on  =You !
=Eddie  =Stinson met death in a freak airplane  
accident in the summer of  =1932, at the age of  =thirty-eight.
He was flying over  =Jackson  =Park,  =Chicago. In his
plane was a new type of gasoline gauge, which he
was testing for the first time. The gauge was faulty.
It failed to register the fact that his gas tank was
empty.  =Eddie crashed, at the foot of the flagpole
in  =Jackson  =Park, beneath the  =Stars and  =Stripes of
the country that he helped make a great  =Air  =Power.
The airplane of today is quite different from the
flimsy crates first flown by  =Eddie  =Stinson and other
famous aviation pioneers.
Today, in designing and building a plane, the
science of aerodynamics has replaced the old  
hit or miss, try it, fly it  methods, which were the only
methods those brave men knew.
We must never forget that because of men like
 =Stinson, we are now  =living in the  =Air  =Age. Because
of these men, and what they did, we now have
planes that are rugged, swift, and safe to fly.  
Because of them, a nation formerly on wheels is now
taking to the air on wings.


be awful. No, no,  I mean yes, yes, anyway  I
mean.  Mr  =Prutty grinned, and his mouth stretched so
wide that it seemed to be made of elastic.  =Alonzo
=Jeremiah  =Prutty,  he said, will now do something
he's been wanting to do for nearly  =fifty years. 
Mr  =Prutty walked to the glider, lifted it, and
settled it on his somewhat stooped shoulders.
 You've got a good many years ahead of you for
flying,  he said, but when a man gets to be my
age, he'd better start right now ! 



 With these treasures in his arms  =Loke came into
 =Asgard and began boasting of the wonderful things
he had brought from the smithy of  =Ivald's sons.
 Nobody like the sons of  =Ivald to work in metal ! 
he said. The other dwarfs are all stupid little
knaves compared with them. 
 Now, it happened that the dwarf  =Brok was  
standing by and heard  =Loke's boasting; his brother
 =Sindre was so cunning a workman that most of the
dwarfs thought him by far the best in the world.
It made  =Brok angry, therefore, to hear the sons of
 =Ivald called the best workmen, and he spoke up
and said,  My brother  =Sindre can make more  
wonderful things of gold and iron and brass than ever
the sons of  =Ivald thought of. 



 Generally,  =Danny loved this wandering life; here
today and there tomorrow. He loved sniffing the
smoke of a campfire and listening to  =Dad's flute
singing through the air, but at times he was lonely,
even with  =Nicky.  =Nicky was a funny little pointer
pup they had found in a tourist camp. When he
first saw  =Danny, he gave a yelp of joy, and from then
on, the two were friends. The boy needed a
friend, for often  =Dad worked all day, and he was
left alone.
One summer  =Danny realized that he no longer
cared for this way of living. He wanted a home.
He wanted neighbors and a school where he could
make and keep friends. But the years rolled on.
=Danny was eleven,  =Nicky a sedate hunting dog, and
still they were living on the road.
Then one mid-June they reached  =Idaho. For
two days they traveled through stretches of desert,
hot and spicy with the smell of sagebrush. =Nicky
had a jolly time chasing jackrabbits and teasing
scurrying little lizards. He liked this sunny land.
But they left it behind and climbed up and up to
the higher country, where snow-capped peaks rose
above dense pine forests. They came at last to a
small wooden cabin, perched in mid-air as though



The little paint was doing his best, gaining  
gradually on the racing herd. =Danny thought he was
getting closer to the leaders now, but the calling of
his two companions seemed to be getting farther
away. In a few rninutes their voices had faded
away into the distance.
A flash of lightning showed that he was about up
with the leaders and there was no other rider in
sight. Suddenly a steer just ahead slipped on the
rain-soaked ground and went down. The paint
tried vainly to dodge the fallen longhorn, but there
were other steers down now, piling over the top of
each other in their fright-maddened rush, and
 =Danny's horse was down too.
Danny was thrown from the saddle, but got to
his feet instantly. He felt around quickly, trying
to locate his horse. A big steer whizzed by so close
to him that one of its horns caught in  =Danny's
slicker and ripped it open from top to bottom.
 =Paint! =Paint!   Danny yelled at the top of his
lungs. Instantly the horse responded with a nicker.
=Paint was standing within a few feet of him.
=Danny made a quick grab and caught hold of
the bridle reins. In another second he was in the
saddle, spurring  =Paint into a dead run again. He



must work for her husband and, without  
complaining, be ready to do whatever he asked of her
at any time.
One day late in  =October,  =1804, the people in
 =Mandan  =Town were astonished to see three boats
come up the  =Missouri  =River and anchor at their
town. In them were more white men than any of
them ever seen before. It was the  =Lewis and  =Clark
 =Expedition, which  =President  =Jefferson had sent to
explore the  =Far  =West, but the  =Indians did not
know that. Since  May these men had been  
coming slowly up the river from a little town just above
=Street  =Louis. They had had many adventures, and
they were to have many more, crossing the  =Rocky
 =Mountains and the vast country beyond to the
 =Pacific  =Ocean.
Never before had white men traveled entirely
across the continent of  =North  =American. Of course,
they had known something of the west coast  
because of sea captains who had sailed around the
tip of  =South  =American and then north to the shores
of  =California and the land beyond, the  =Oregon
and  =Washington, ,  of today. Just a few years  
earlier, a captain had discovered and named the
 =Columbia  =River. Captain  =Meriwether  =Lewis and
&&000 ROW PETERSON (1954) also '42,47,48  6TH GRADE ROW9546T.ASC
SINGING WHEELS by Mabel O'Donnell 
Source: Columbia TC  xerox scan edit by DPH    May 11, 1993

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 So do I,  =Jim had agreed. He had been going
over and over his books to see which six he would
take.
 You can have only six,  =Mother had ruled.
The trailer was so small that figuring out hal
it would hold was a great problem. At the back
there were two double bunks that could be made
up at night. Lucy was to sleep on a little couch
opposite the stove and sideboard. Father's painting
things, clothes for the whole family, food, and
=Mark's violin must go. Mother asked =Father to
build a little railed shelf along one of the windows
where she could have a few of her pots of herbs and
flowers.
 I'd like to take something living with us from
the old home to the new,  she said.
 And then there'll be =Persia, too,  added =Lucy
=Mother looked distressed.  I'm afraid, dear, u~
can't take =Persia,  she said.  Think how crowded
we all will be, like the old woman who lived in a
shoe. We'd be stepping on poor =Persia all the time. 
  But you're taking your plants,  argued =Lucy.
ready to cry.
 My plants won't stir from their shelf and get
underfoot,  said =Mother.  I know how you fee .
Lucy,  she added gently.  But you'll just have to
find him a good home. He'll be happier staying i
the town he knows so well. 



was only one other trailer at the camp. It was driven
by a middle-aged couple on their way to =Florida.
 I like winter in the =North well enough,  explained
the woman.  But when =March comes and all the
dirt is left behind after the snow melts, I've got to
get away. We'll be back by =May when the country
looks tidy again. 
That evening Mr =Harding counted his money. It,
too, was like snow in spring. It had somehow melted
away. Now there was only a little over a =hundred
dollars left.
 With five of us, that won't last long, =Father, 
said =Mark.
 Perhaps we ought to start straight for =Tacoma, 
said =Mother, in a worried tone.
 We don't have to hurry,  protested =Father.
 Uncle =John doesn't expect us for five or six months,
and we've burned our bridges behind us. We're
=Knights of the =Road. We'll earn money as we go
along and follow wherever chance takes us. 
=Mother was a little horrified, but the children
were delighted.
 If we're =Knights of the =Road,  said =Jim,  we
ought to call the trailer the =Castle. 
 That's a dandy name,  agreed =Mark.
Then, while all the =Hardings applauded, =Lucy
christened the trailer immediately with a splash of
water, crying,  I name you The =Castle.  



beach grass. And so they came at last to the old
lighthouse at =Cape =Hatteras, striped like a barber's
pole. In spite of the fact that it has been replaced
by a new one of steel farther inland, visitors are
taken to see where the light once shone. From the
high tower the =Hardings looked out and saw the
turn of the coast falling away to the southwest with
the bend of the continent.
The tide was low, and they went back much more
easily than they had come, for they could now drive
on the hard-packed sand which had been under
water earlier.



found only three feet of rail, with two uprights
still unbroken.
The beach was dotted with men hunting for their
belongings, bits of chicken coops, roofs of garages,
furniture from the houses nearest the =Sound, 
everything that had been carried away after the
owners had taken shelter elsewhere. Mark and =Jim
helped. It was sad business sometimes to find
dead animals tangled in the ruins that the sea had
left along the shore.
 None of this for me,  stated =Mark once.  They
say a storm like this happens only every =eighty
years or so; but if I lived here, I'd be afraid it
might catch me again when I was an old man. 
 I'd take my chances,  said =Jim, not boastfully.
 I'm glad we were here. 
=Mark looked at him. Jim seemed different, older,
steadier.
  You certainly did a fine job getting =Father, 
=Mark said.  But once is enough, I say. 
several families at =Rodanthe felt the same way.
They moved with their possessions onto the ferry
for =Roanoke where land could be trusted not to  
become part of the sea bottom at a moment's notice.
 They'll be back,  said Mrs =Snow.  We =Bankers
have the habit of the =Banks. It's in our blood. 
  You'll never see me back,  said Mrs =Baker
grimly.  Wild horses wouldn't drag me. 



  No,  said =Father.   We have well over a =hundred
dollars now, and we can't stay in any one place
long. We're on our way to the =Coast, remember. 
=Saturday came, the last day. The women had
finished their washings and had taken in their lines.
There was an air of preparation that passed from
trailer to trailer. Even the children had cleaner
faces than usual and kept nearer their homes on
wheels, the only homes many of them had ever
known. The =Hardings went about saying good-by
to their friends before the =Saturday afternoon crowds
came. They took a box of fudge to the =Mermaid, who
said,  Bless your kind hearts,  and gave them a
signed photograph. =Monty and =Tim were given a
little picture of themselves which =Father had drawn
one evening in the =Castle. They all had the feeling
that in losing =Monty and =Tim they were losing
real neighbors.
 Perhaps we'll meet the fair again,  they kept
saying. Yet they knew very well that things would
never be the same again. From now on they would
be outsiders; this was the very last day that they
would be part of a fair.
It may have been because they were sorry to
leave this experience behind them, or it may have
been because of the sultry air with its promise of a
storm, that everyone in the family had a feeling of
foreboding.

The family waited with some curiosity. After
a while =Father came out, followed by a long, thin
man with sandy-colored hair and blue eyes. Neither
man was saying anything.
  =Mother, this is Mr =Benjamin =Knowles. My
wife, Mrs =Harding. And =Mark and =Lucy and =Jim,
Mr =Knowles. 
Mr =Benjamin =Knowles looked at each person as
he bowed, an unhurried, quiet look.
 I'd like right well to see the dog,  he said.
=Father opened the trailer door, and =Tim and
=Persia came out together. They had by this time
settled their differences, and now each seemed glad
to have a four-footed companion.
Mr =Knowles looked at the dog with the same  
unhurried look. Then he nodded, as though satisfied.
 Don't seem scared of you,  he remarked.  Now,
if you'll follow me, I'll lead you to a wood road
you can go down where no one would reckon a big
car could pass. 
The two men, with =Tim and =Persia, walked ahead,
and =Mark followed slowly with the cars. Not far
beyond the cabin a narrow track led off through a
cornfield toward the woods, and into this road
=Benjamin =Knowles swung.
 It'll hold you,  he explained.  It turns about
a mile farther along and comes out to the road again.
You can make it after a dry spell. 



At breakfast they were all still excited by the
adventure and could talk of little else. It seemed a
fitting sort of thing to happen in this haunted spot,
now that =Persia was safe.
When at last their things were packed and the
=Castle was in order once more, they drove away with
many backward glances. They might never see again
the carved cliff and the waterfall down its side.
But now they were turned toward =Zuni and a trail
that would lead them still farther westward.
 Look!   said =Lucy excitedly, pointing to a
little hill nearby.
There, outlined against the sky, the =Navaho boy
sat on his grazing pony with the flock feeding quietly
beyond. He was not watching the sheep, nor the
road, either. Carefully, intently, he was looking at
something in his hand. =Lucy knew what he was
doing. He was turning the pages of his new book,
staring at the pictures, reading perhaps a word here
and a word there, lost for the moment to the world
about him.
 What did you give him, =Lucy?  =Mother asked.
 You seem to have chosen the right thing. 
 It was =The =Jungle =Book,  said =Lucy.  He
reminded me of =Mowgli. 
As though he had heard her, the boy lifted his
head. He raised his hand in farewell, but a moment
later he was again intent upon his book.



he discovered a cooking pot and a shovel, but no
bones, no skeleton. Everything was in disorder, as
though the animals, too, had explored the spot.
Suddenly =Jim found the heat and the silence
unbearable. He ran out of the cave as though i
had been a tomb, scrambled down the canyon as
fast as he could go, forgetting all caution, and three
himself on =Slim.
  Come right away!   he shouted.   I've found
where the wheels at the ranch came from, I mean
the wagon they belonged to! Come and see! 
 The boy's gone loco,  said =Slirn quietly, putting
down his pickax.  Nothing but an eagle could
bring a wagon body up here before we made this
trail. 
 I bet you! I bet you!  yelled =Jim, dancing up
and down with excitement.
 We'd better humor him,  said =Danny.  You
have to humor them when they go loco. And my back
is almost broke. It'll give me a chance to rest. 
=Jim led the way along the route he had found
coming down. His friends at school would have
been surprised to see how surely he handled himself
now. He moved as agilely as any cowboy.
 There!  he cried.  What do you say to that,
=Slim?  
 I say it ain't true,  remarked =Slim.  Me and
my eyes don't agree. 



It was while the =Hardings lingered on the southern
=California coast that a man at a filling station told
them about the swallows. Swallows that choose a
=Spanish mission as their home and are said to have
arrived on the same day in =March and to have
left on the same day in =October every year for
a =hundred years were birds too interesting to miss.
  What do they do in leap year?   asked =Mark, with
a grin.
 That's the wonderful part,  the man explained.
  In leap year the swallows skip a day. They
always arrive on Street =Joseph's =Day and go on Street
=John's =Day. 
 It must be a matter of the degree of light, 
said =Father.  They are ready to return to their
nests when the sun reaches a certain height and the
days are of a certain length. 
 Maybe,  agreed the attendant.  But it's queer,
just the same. 
It was the sort of thing to touch the =Hardings'
imaginations, though privately they agreed that
they could hardly believe the part about leap year.
As the mission was not more than twenty miles
away, they left the shore and turned inland up
a river valley until they came to the old  
=SpanishIndian town of =San =Juan =Capistrano.
San =Juan =Capistrano is a little town in a hollow
of the hills, with mountains beyond. Some of the

 What's the matter here?  demanded the  
director, red in the face.  Didn't your father say you
could ride? 
  I've been taking lessons,  said =Dick, looking
embarrassed,  but this is different from riding in
the ring. I just don't dare, knowing all the other
horses will be riding after me. 
The director glared at him.
 Where are the other kids?  he growled to his
assistant.
 They were all sent back to town yesterday after
the school scene,  the assistant answered.
 More money and time wasted,  snapped the
director.  Sure you haven't the nerve, =Dick? 
He was glaring at =Dick, who shook his head,
almost ready to cry.
 I think I could,  a voice squeaked.
All heads swung to look. It was =Jim who had
spoken up, Almost without knowing that he had
done =80.
  You know how to ride?   the director demanded.
  I learned on a ranch,  said =Jim.   I think I could. 
 =Get into =Dick's clothes,  said the man.  We've
wasted time enough. 
=Jim looked at =Father. Father looked at the
director.
 Is that pony sure-footed?  he asked.
 As sure-footed as any of them. 
&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN  (1956)   6TH GRADE       SF19566T.ASC
MORE PEOPLE AND PROGRESS By William S. Gray et al
Source: Elmira College: xerox, scan, edit by DPH February 2, 1993

&&111



Passing through tiny villages with neat houses of
rose-red brick and gaily painted garden gates was
exciting to =Kaatje. In the fields she counted dozens
of windmills. But =Karel told her that a good many
of them were standing idle now, since most farmers
used electricity. She saw flowers everywhere. The
meadows, the gardens, the windows, and the carts
of village flower sellers were overflowing with  
colorful blooms.
 I've never seen so many tulips before!  =Kaatje
exclaimed.
 It's like this all the way to =Bloemen,  said =Karel.
 I've taken this canal trip several times,  he added
with pride.
=Kaatje's reply was a sigh of envy. Boys  
certainly had all the best of it, she thought resentfully.
A girl never had any real adventures.
Suddenly =Juffrouw =Van =Hoorn interrupted these
thoughts by calling out,  Line up at once! Each
class together! Karel, you are the leader of yours.
Come up here, please! 
Wooden shoes clumped, petticoats swished as the
youngsters rushed up to take their places. In all
the excitement of landing, =Karel and his sister soon
lost sight of each other.
What a day it was! First came the big flower
parade through the streets of =Bloemen. The school
children, all bedecked with bright garlands, marched



municipality, consisting of several adjoining barrios.
Again =Paz was awarded first place.
Finally her records and pictures were sent to
the judges of the province, which included a still
larger area of the =Philippine Islands. To her  
delight =Paz was chosen to attend the =4-H =Congress
as a member-delegate from her province. Then the
glorious day actually arrived when the journey to
=Manila was to begin.
=Paz paced nervously back and forth outside the
door of her country home, waiting for the jeep that
was to take her to the boat.   =Maybe it's not
coming,  she thought.   =Maybe the meeting has
been called off! 
In her hand =Paz carried a small suitcase filled
with clothes. Among them were the special =4-H
uniform she had made and the embroidered skirt
that had won her the trip. She had been asked to
be on the program at the big banquet of the =4-H
=Congress. Since the skirt had brought her so much
luck, she had decided to wear it for the dance she
was going to perform.
Nearby on the ground lay her bundle of rolled
bedding. During the =Congress the delegates would
sleep on cots in a =Manila high school. However,
they were expected to provide their own bedding.
This would be =Paz's first experience in sleeping
away from home. But that did not worry her at all



The Royal Zoo in =Edinburgh, =Scotland, boasts
one =hundred penguins. Half of them are =King  
penguins. You don't have to be a naturalist or a bird
expert to know which is which. All penguins
wear the customary white-bosomed dress suit. But
in addition, the =King wears a necklace, a band of
gold feathers about the neck. He is evidently well
aware that he has something the other penguins lack,
because he saunters along with head held high to
show off his  jewelry. 
The first of these =King penguins, a half dozen,
were presented to the =Edinburgh zoo many years
ago by a whaling company.  Now, almost every year,
a whaling fleet stops at one of the islands in the
antarctic to pick up a few more of the birds. Thus
the zoo is kept well stocked.



dark, deerlike, and sad. Yet actually they were
very happy creatures.
Seeking for shoots or seeds beside the path, they
chittered conversationally. With tiny dark hands
they caught at each other's heavy, muscular tails
that dragged in the dust. Soon they came out on
the sod by the dam and nibbled the green grass.
It was here that =Chut took his first good look at
the world. He had lived in his mother's pouch for
a long time. There he had changed from the size of
a newborn mouse to a ten-pound creature of
exquisite loveliness. He was gentle, velvety, and
trembling-eared, with huge dark eyes and dainty,
dark, clutching hands. Tonight for the first time
he was dissatisfied with the warmth and security of
the pouch. His legs with their two well-polished
black toenails rebelled at being neatly tucked above
his head.
  =Chut !   he called sharply.   =Chut ! =Chut !  
His mother, the little blue doe, answered with a
disapproving  =Ch-ch!  and shut her pouch.
But =Chut had glimpsed a new world of magic
brightness and keen new scents. He wanted to
get out. He kicked. He clawed. He made strange
commotions beneath his mother's ivory pinafore
until she opened her pouch and spoke sternly to
him. =Chut just reached up and caught her nose,
touching his to it as if with a kiss. Then the doe



who was head of the =State =Conservation =Board, come
to see him? What could it mean?
 I believe you took this photograph,  Professor
=Howard was saying.
=Ron looked at the blurred snap of =Flash and the
squawfish. He nodded.
 Will you tell me why you took it?  asked =Ron's
visitor.
=Ron spoke hesitatingly at first. But the kindly
manner of Mr =Howard soon reassured the boy. As
he talked his listener nodded encouragingly now and
then. Thus the youth was led to reveal his dreams
for the future.
 But tell me,  the man urged,  how did you come
to be so interested in underwater wildlife? 
 I don't know, sir,  =Ron answered.  I was born
that way, I guess. Sometimes I sit at that pit
window and imagine I can pretty nearly tell what
those fish are thinking. You see, I don't know the
scientific names or anything
 Mere labels,  the professor broke in.  Anyone
can learn them. Training's needed, of course, but
you have something that no amount of training
can give. In conservation we always have room
for lads like you. Fact is, that's why I came. 
And to the astonished boy he offered a summer's
job with the =State =Conservation =Board.  =Ron was
to help collect nature specimens, and for pay!



a full month of work he finally pressed the switch
that created a spark. It leaped on the exciter and
crackled in the air. Yet at the coherer, =thirty feet
away, there was only dead silence. The bell had
not sounded.
=Marconi touched the switch again. Still there
was silence. Undaunted, the young scientist started
all over again to build a new coherer. In another
month he was ready to try again. Quickly he made
a final adjustment. Then his sensitive finger once
more pressed the switch on the exciter. A bluish
spark jumped. This time the bell on the coherer
rang out clearly. A few days later he was able
to ring a bell on the lawn from a spark created
in the attic.
At one of these experiments =Guglielmo's father
was a spectator.  Yes, yes,  the hard-headed
banker said to his son.   You can ring the bell.
But what practical use does this nonsense have ?
Bells can be made to ring by simpler means. 
 Yes, they can,  =Marconi agreed readily.  But
with a similar and more powerful apparatus I could
send messages for many miles. 
=Signor =Marconi thought for a few minutes.  I
do not say it cannot be done,  he said doubtfully.
 You have proved to me that your electric waves
travel from the attic out to the lawn, two =hundred
feet away. But will they go farther? 



side of a hill. Both =Wilbur and =Orville were eager to
make the first trial. Since there was only room for
a single rider, they tossed a coin. =Wilbur won.
He took his place on the machine.  =Orville stood
at one of the wings, intending to help balance the
craft as it ran down the single rail take-off track.
But when the wire holding the machine to the track
was released, the machine started off so suddenly
that =Orville could stay with it for only a few feet.
The machine lifted from the rail, climbed a few
feet, and stalled. It settled to the ground near
the foot of the hill. A stop-watch indicated that
it had been in the air just three and a half seconds.
On the whole, the experimenters were pleased, even
though the machine was damaged in landing and
would need at least two days repair.
During the night of =December =16 a strong, cold
wind blew from the north. When the =Wrights arose
the next morning, puddles of water around the camp
were covered with ice. The wind had a velocity
of twenty-two to twenty-seven miles an hour. The
brothers thought the wind would surely die down
soon and decided to wait indoors. But at ten
o'clock the wind was as brisk as ever. So they  
decided to get the machine out and attempt a flight.
They hung out a signal that always brought men
from a nearby lifesaving station. Five witnesses
were present that day, one of them a young boy.



bones lay. Up sprang the goats, alive again and
ready to pull the chariot. But alas, one goat had
a slight limp.
 Someone disobeyed my order !   thundered =Thor,
angry sparks flying from his red beard.
The peasants trembled. They now realized that
their guests were gods.  The son, =Thialfi, fell to
his knees and begged =Thor's forgiveness.
Angry as he was, the god could not bring  
himself to harm the youth before him. Sternly he
said,  To win my forgiveness, you and your sister,
=Roskva, must come with us and be our servants.
We will leave my two goats in the care of your
parents. Make haste! We must be off! 
=Thor led the way on foot. Soon the travelers
entered a land where the mist lay so thick that no
one could guess what hour of the day or night it
was. But after a while =Thor declared that it was
time to seek a place to rest.
 Look ahead!  cried the mighty thunder god as
he groped his way forward. He pointed toward a
dark mass that loomed in the mist. Going closer,
the others saw what seemed to be an odd-shaped
house. A doorway that filled the front part was
wide open. At the side of the house a round tower
was leaning at a queer angle.
Boldly =Thor led the others inside. There was
no fire, not even a hearth on which to build one.



 Ask me nothing if you cannot help me,  the
sobbing man replied.
 Tell me your troubles, and perhaps I can help
you,  suggested the king of ants.
Whereupon, =Magboloto related his pitiful tale.
He told of his wife, who had flown away from him,
and of his long journey in search of her. Lastly
he described the impossible task imposed upon him
by her grandmother.
 If only I could have gathered up all this grain,
I might now have my dear wife by my side,  the
poor man cried.
 I will help,  promised the king of ants. Then
he took up a tiny horn and blew upon it.
Immediately a vast army of ants arrived and  
began gathering up the countless grains. Soon they
had all been put back into the jars.
=Magboloto thanked the ants politely and took
the ten jars to the grandmother.
 Now I will take =Macaya to earth,  he said.
 No,  came the grandmother's withering denial.
 Not until you have hulled one =hundred bushels
of rice. And this must be done by morning. 
=Magboloto knew that this, too, was a hopeless
task. Sitting down beside the great piles of rice,
he started to shed bitter tears.
 =Magboloto, =Magboloto, why do you weep? 
asked a squeaky voice nearby.