&&000  AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY                          AMR9597T.ASC
    READING WITH PURPOSE  by Alex M. Caughran
    SOURCE:  COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE
    XEROX by DPH  SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER July 18, 1993

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 You drive, son. You already
 know how the road is.
 The water surged deeper over
 the roadway, and rain slammed the
 car in rattling bursts. It took all
 the nerve =Don had, but he held
 down his speed until they cleared
 the flood. Then he stepped on it.
 =Don turned carefully onto the
 main road and headed west.
 First cover you see, =Don,
 Mr. =Rockwell said tensely.
 A quarter mile ahead through
 the streaming rain, =Don spotted a
 brick and stone restaurant.
 A large wooden crate came  
 flying at them from a side road. =Don
 swerved, but it struck the car and
 splintered into the windshield.
 Only a hundred feet to go,
 Mr. =Rockwell said evenly.
 =Don pulled to the door of the
 restaurant. They all piled out,
 fought past the wind, and were safe.
 The restaurant was warm and
 quiet against the terror outside.
 Behind the counter, the  
 manager lined up cups. The coffee is
 on the house today, folks. Guess
 you can use it.


 But this didn't bother the old
 man. He took the little drumsticks
 in his two old hands and lifted his
 eyes to the hill.
 I planted that cherry tree the
 year I came back, he told us. I
 plowed it up accidentally, one hot
 summer day, when it was a little
 sprout. I picked up the sprout with
 its wilted leaves and carried it to the
 top of the hill. Then I dug a hole
 for it with my own two hands and
 set it out and gave it water. The
 old man seemed to be talking to
 himself.
 Then he began to tap out a
 tune on the toy drum.  Light your
 firecrackers, boys, he said. And
 over the fence to the charge.
 Huddling to break the wind,
 we lit our firecrackers. Then we
 

 at a child.  For the glory of
 =France. When we have claimed
 the valley of the =Mississippi, will
 it not be a glorious victory? 
 We can't do that alone, sir.
=No, but we can lead the way
 for those who will do it. 
 =Laurent looked at the leader's
 face, scratched and bloody but
 calm and determined as ever.
  =Sir,  he said respectfully,
 you have what is called a vision,
 is it not so?
 Thank you, =Laurent,  =La
 =Salle said quietly.  Whenever
 need strength to go on, I find it in
 the understanding of a man like
 you. 


 =O.K., =Jerry. Guess we've
 got it licked. Heat them up!
 As =Jerry made the connection,
 it whisked off the wrapper of  
 darkness from =Christmas =Eve. Colored
 lights blazed from trees and shrubs
 and windows.
 =Jerry leaned back in his belt,
 suddenly aware that he was on the
 outside of =Christmas. Through  
 uncurtained windows, he saw a family


 the dogs are so dreaded, few  
 blood hounds are available. Good hounds
 are so rare, in fact, that in an  
 emergency, bloodhound owners have
 been called upon to take their dogs
 thousands of miles by plane.
 Training a bloodhound to  
 follow men is an exact science that
 calls for special skills. Probably
 there are not more than ten
 thoroughly trained, dependable
 bloodhounds in the =United =States.
 Not all bloodhounds have the
 inborn ability to trail men. Many
 of those that do have such ability
 are ruined by unskilled trainers.
 A good trainer must  
 understand his pupil from the tip of his
 black nose to the end of his slim
 tail. He actually must be able to
 look inside the dog's brain and
 know what is going on there. He
 must know when to punish his dog
 and when to heap on praise. Many
 a fine dog has been spoiled by a
 slap or even a harsh word at the
 wrong moment.
 Usually hounds start their
 training when they are between a
 year and eighteen months old. A
 runner lays a short trail, and the
 hound is urged to find him.  
 Succeeding, the dog is rewarded with
 whatever treats he likes best. To
 give the hound experience in  
 trailing different people, a different
 runner is employed each time.
 

 wild pitches. We were trailing =7
 to =0, but all the time =Digger seemed
 to grow in strength and confidence.
 The mocking laughter of the  
 =Clayton rooters died away.
 It's funny how a team catches
 fire and finds itself. Some might
 call it luck, but I like to think of it
 as team pride. Suddenly we felt
 something to be proud of, the
 fighting example of the big  
 =Australian, and we wanted to fight,
 too. We did. We hit and fielded
 like big leaguers, and I could hear
 the roar from the fans as we  
 narrowed the gap in the score.
 But in spite of our fiercest  
 efforts, we still trailed =8 to =7 when our
 last turn to bat came at the end of
 the ninth.
 =Tommy, our first man at bat,
 struck out. One down, and a  
 tremendous groan from the =Hillside
 fans. =Happy flied to center. Two
 down, and a bigger groan. Next up,
 I managed to get a walk.
 The next batter was =Digger,
 who hadn't hit all day. Any other
 time, I would have been angry with
 =Petey for not putting in a pinch
 hitter. But now, somehow, I just
 didn't feel angry. It seemed right
 that =Digger should get to bat,  
 considering the spirit he'd shown.
 =Digger faced the pitcher. The
 ball flashed. Digger took it.
 Strike one ! 
 

 Now was her chance to escape.
 She was =Indian wise. She knew that
 this red man had been sent ahead by
 his band. They would wait to hear
 from him before attacking. Now,
 with him pinned helplessly on the
 ground, she would have time to run
 for help.
 She started to fly back along
 the forest path, and then stopped.
 The =Indian was groaning now, and
 she could see why. Blood was  
 pumping steadily from his right arm.
 =Samantha knew what that meant, 
 an artery had been opened. Now
 the helpless =Indian would die in a
 pool of his own blood.
 Could she leave a man, even an
 enemy, to die?
 I'll help him and still have
 time to warn our men, she told  
 herself, and ran down the hollow,  
 tearing a strip from her skirt.
 She had forgotten fear now.
 She was trying hard to remember
 how to stop the flow of blood from a
 cut artery. She tied the strip from
 her skirt above the wound, knotted
 it swiftly, and pushed a stick through
 the knot. She twisted the stick until
 the cloth was tight, and the flow of
 blood stopped.
 The =Indian groaned. His skin
 was grayish.
 =Samantha poured a little water
 from her gourd into his mouth.
 Then she noticed that he was
 

 Of course, said =Dad. Our
 =Samantha =Hatcher. Why, 
 No, no! =Samantha groaned.
 No, no?  =Dad repeated  
 questioningly.
 I'm afraid =Great-Grandmother
 =Samantha is a bore to our daughter,
 explained =Mom. Her sparkle had
 disappeared. You don't want to
 talk about her, do you?
 =Samantha shook her head.
 No. Besides, she's not famous
 enough. Everyone would laugh.
 I'm going to be =Madame =Curie.
 The next day she told =Fern,
 I'd love to win the =I =AM.
 You're so good, you probably
 would, replied =Fern, if it weren't
 for =Jane.
 =Jane who? asked =Sammy.
 Her name isn't really =Jane.
 It's =Etta =Green, but everyone has
 called her =Jane since her speech on
 =Jane =Addams won the =I =AM last
 year. She's been out sick since you
 came, =Sammy, but she'll be back in
 school for =I =AM =Day. I stopped in
 to see her last night, and she told
 me. I forgot to ask her who she is
 going to be this year, but whoever
 she is, =Etta will be good.
 So am I going to be good,
 =Samantha promised herself as she
 read more books about =Marie =Curie.
 She gave her speech to the  
 family the night before =I =AM =Day, and
 they all clapped politely.
 

 liked to play pretty rough, but he
 didn't mind. After all, he was in a
 new neighborhood and had to make
 a good impression.
 He jumped up and down,  
 tossing his gun into the air and catching
 it again.  =Yah-yah! =Yah-yah!  he
 teased. You can't take away my
 gun! I double dare you! 
 Slowly, =Captain =Mex-On got to
 his feet. He walked over to where
 his gun lay and picked it up.
 We were three armed fighters,
 and he was alone and unarmed,
 said =Captain =Mex-On in a voice
 glowing with respect.  Never have
 I seen such courage.
 He turned to =Jimmy and bowed,
 and the other =Martians joined him.
 I did not dream, continued
 =Captain =Mex-On, that we would
 ever meet, in all our travels, a race
 of creatures like these men of =Earth.
 Their very being is made up of
 truthfulness and courage.  
 Fearfulness and dishonesty are not even
 known to them.
 More than two billion of them,
 united in a brotherhood of thought
 and strength! said =Or-Von.
 

 But when she got to the small
 town where the blacksmith's shop
 was, =Julie forgot about hurrying.
 She wandered in and out of stores
 and stopped to chat with friends.
 She even went to the bakery to buy
 a bag of cookies for =Kate. It was
 hours before she started home.
 When =Julie arrived, =Kate was
 waiting on the front porch. Seeing
 her there, =Julie suddenly wished
 that she had something more to give
 =Kate than just a bag of cookies. If
 only it were a gift of some of her
 own strength and good health!
 Hello, =Kate!  she called,  
 taking the porch steps two at a time.
 She handed =Kate the cookies.
 With fingers that showed no
 eagerness, =Kate opened the bag.
 Thank you, =Julie, she said.
 Well, said =Julie, unhappy at
 her unsuccessful present,  watch out
 you don't eat see many that you have
 to miss the fiesta.
 At the word  fiesta, =Kate's
 chin began to tremble, and tears
 rolled down both cheeks. =Julie's
 arm went around the little girl.
 Go on, =Kate. Have a good
 cry. I'd be homesick myself if I
 were in your place.
 It's not that, sobbed =Kate.
 Oh? What then?  asked =Julie.
 Tell me. With a hand that until
 now had patted only horses and dogs,
 =Julie stroked the hot little cheek.
 
  &&000 GINN AND COMPANY (GRADE 7)                  GIN9567T.ASC
  DOORWAYS TO DISCOVERY  by  D.H. Russell and M. Snedaker
  SOURCE:  COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE
  XEROX by DPH  SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER  July 19, 1993

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 Only a sharpened, seeing look in   
 the =Trout's eyes proved that he had  
 wakened. He peered from his nook      
 along the west shore of the pond.    
 Was there a glisten of wet fur in the 
 polished darkness? His shelter was    
 a groove among the sticks of the   
 beaver house. He was holding himself     
 as still as the sticks, so quiet in   
 their tangle that slippery ooze had    
 grown upon them.     
 From the edge of the =Beaver's     
 stiff sunken pile of aspen boughs a
 string of small globes, faintly silver,
 smoked to the top. Some animal
 must have touched a branch and 
 rubbed out air that was held within   
 its fur. The water swayed;the creature
 had begun to swim. Its stroke   
 was not familiar to the =Trout, not   
 one of the rhythms that he knew as  
 harmless or a threat. It had more     
 horse pulse than the =Beaver's paddling or  
 the striding of a moose. It was      
 rougher than the swimming of a 
 fish and heavier than a muskrat's    
 sculling. At first the =Trout must      


 experience of seeing their nose 
 canopy blow off at =400 and =500 miles    
 an hour, with a noise like a cannon.  
 And then I recalled the philosophical
 attitude taken by the men     
 who fly the big jet. It's like 
 any new aircraft they shrugged.  It 
 has some bugs. Pretty soon we'll 
 have them all worked out. It's too    
 bad that some fellows have to die     
 so that we can find out what's   
 wrong with it. But if your number      
 comes up       
 A cool, reassuring voice on the     
 intercom broke in on my 
 uncomfortable reverie. It was =Mitchell,   
 the copilot.  
 If you see smoke coming up  
 around you, that will be the air   
 conditioning.      
 We were rolling down the runway 
 now, slowly at first, then faster  
 and faster. I glanced at the air      
 speed indicator directly in front of  
 me. The needle was edging away 
 from the =100 mark and moving 
 toward =200. I peered through the 
 plexiglas canopy and, with a slight    
 start, realized that we were airborne.              
 Then I saw the smoke of which  
 =Mitchell had warned me soft,  
 white stuff flowing gently out of a   
 tube above and beyond my head,  
 from another near my feet, and 


 days without a crew. The cargo
 was undisturbed. The clothing and
 personal belongings of the officers
 and men were in their proper
 places. Even the pipes of the  
 sea men were in their quarters. Dresses,
 coats, and other clothing of a woman
 and a small child were found in
 the cabin. But the ship's papers
 were missing, the ship's only  
 life boat was gone, and there was not
 a soul, living or dead, anywhere
 to be seen.
 =Captain =Morehouse knew that
 the captain of the =Mary =Celeste had
 taken his wife and his two year old
 daughter with him on this voyage.
 In addition to her captain, the =Mary
 =Celeste carried two officers, a  
 steward, and four seamen. What had
 happened to all these people? Had
 

 with no food, no shoes, practically  
 no weapons. From the depths of his    
 despair he looked up to see =Nancy     
 tugging at the pocket of her wet
 deerskin jerkin.         
 Don't act so glum, =David, she    
 said. I've still got my hook and     
 line.           
 When the fire and the afternoon      
 sun had dried her garments a little,    
 the girl found a worm for bait and    
 started fishing. After two hours of    
 patient effort she brought a small 
 trout up the bank.      
 Here's our supper, she said
 trying to sound cheerful.      
 They cooked it in the embers and 
 it made one good bite apiece for the    
 two of them. =Buck would have to 
 fend for himself.      
 =Dave had spent the time whittling  
 a paddle out of a split spruce 
 log. As soon as they had eaten, he     
 cut big armfuls of fir tips and spread  
 them on the ground. They kept the     
 fire going until their leather clothes 
 had dried, then curled up in their 
 beds of evergreen with the dog      
 between them.     
 Dave woke before dawn,     
 conscious of an uneasy emptiness in his   
 stomach. He tried to satisfy it with   
 a long drink of river water, but his    
 hunger persisted. Twice during the      
 day they stopped and tried to catch     


 Dawn came  the dawn of a =June  
 morning in =Utah. The sun rose  
 above =White =Horse =Mesa. Suddenly   
 a ray of light struck a cracked  
 mirror on the wall of the bedroom.    
 It flashed back into the face of a     
 sleeping boy, =Peter =Anderson. =Peter  
 flung his brown hand over his eyes   
 as he half awakened. Where was 
 he? He heard the sweet call of a      
 mockingbird and smelled alfalfa.     
 Then, as he heard =Shorty shouting    
 at the horses in the corral, he   
 remembered. He was at his =Uncle  
 =Orson's ranch in =Heartbreak =Valley.
 Still drugged with sleep, =Peter   
 yawned and stretched. His whole 
 body felt stiff and sore, for he had   
 ridden the fat mare, =Molasses, daily   
 for several weeks. It seemed to 
 =Peter, as he lay wiggling his toes,   
 that he had been at the ranch much    
 more than three weeks. He recalled     
 his mother's anxious face as she     
 said good-by to him at the bus     
 station in =Salt =Lake =City.       
 The trip through the =Utah desert     


 the =Yankee =Stadium, with the  
 towering stands, and, out there at the
 batting cage, the =Yankees! And he
 was a =Yankee now, walking out to
 join his teammates, with little =Miller
 =Huggins walking ahead of him.
 He followed =Huggins up to the
 cage. =Hug stood there watching the
 players hammer the ball about, and
 then he said, Wait a minute, =Joe.
 It was =Joe =Dugan's turn to hit.
 =Joe looked around.
 Yes?
 Let this young fellow hit a
 couple, =Hug said.
 =Dugan stepped back from the
 plate.
 Get a bat, =Hug said to =Lou.
 There were several bats lying on
 the ground back of the cage. =Lou
 picked up the one nearest him and
 hustled up to the plate. The bat was
 long and heavy, even in his strong
 hands. He glanced at it and saw the
 name of =Babe =Ruth burned into it.
 He wanted to put it down and pick
 up another, fearful that he might
 split it if he wasn't holding it just
 right as he hit the ball. Everybody
 knew how the =Babe prized his bats,
 how he notched a bat every time he
 hit a home run with it. But =Lou
 didn't want to put it down in front
 of the players. They might see he
 was nervous, and he didn't want
 

 =Englishmen; mind your privileges, give  
 not away your right. 
 To which =Bushell stanchly made 
 reply, Nor will we ever do it.     
 And that night the jury was shut    
 up without meat, drink, fire, or any  
 other accommodation.   
 The next day was =Sunday, and it      
 was illegal to hold court. Nevertheless,   
 at seven, the court sat. The     
 foreman of the jury read the verdict      
 again: =William =Penn is guilty     
 of speaking in =Gracechurch =Street.    
 The =Mayor prompted him, To   
 an unlawful assembly? and   
 =Edward =Bushell answered: No, my
 lord, we give no other verdict than   
 what we gave last night; we have     
 no other verdict to give.
 Again the jury was sent out   
 under threats and ordered to find    
 another verdict. Again they  
 returned with the same one.   
 The court was almost beside   
 itself with rage. It threatened to set 
 a mark on =Edward =Bushell, to have   
 an eye from him, to cut his nose.     
 And then =Penn's voice rang out:      
 It is intolerable that my jury      
 should be thus threatened. Are  
 they not my proper judges by the      
 great charter of =England? What 
 hope is there of ever having justice   
 done, when juries are threatened     
 and their verdicts rejected?  


 at the last moment. Then she  
 suddenly brightened into alert attention   
 but not to what =Framton was   
 saying.      
 Here they are at last! she cried.  
 Just in time for tea, and don't they 
 look as if they were muddy up to   
 the eyes!    
 =Framton shivered slightly and 
 turned towards the niece with a 
 look intended to convey 
 sympathetic comprehension. But the child     
 was staring out through the open       
 window with dazed horror in her gravel 
 eyes. In a chill shock of nameless    
 fear =Framton swung round in his 
 seat and looked in the same direction.             
 In the deepening twilight three
 figures were walking across the 


 Until =James =Whitcomb =Riley was
 eleven, he was called =Bud. Thereafter 
 he was known as =Jim. As his
 father had said, he was getting on
 in years. He wasn't the baby of the
 family now. There were two children
 younger than himself in the
 =Main =Street dwelling: a sister, =Elva
 =May, who was four, and the little
 brother in the cradle. Then there
 was =John, =Johnty, who was five
 years older than =Jim.  =Johnty and 
 Mr. =Reuben =Riley, =Jim's father,
 prospered as an attorney in =Greenfield, 
 Indiana, and must often have
 congratulated himself on his foresight 
 in building a spacious home.
 The =Rileys had a hired girl, 
 =Floretty; and a hired man, =Sam, a
 country youth who worked in the
 yard and the stable.
 And there was to be yet another
 addition to the household.
 The winter weather was at it
 bleakest on that day when the 
 dilapidated farm cart halted at the


 =Ted, said =Jimmy =Brewster,  
 coming into the living room rather   
 suddenly, I hate to mention it, but     
 there's a giraffe in the back yard.  
 His brother roused himself from     
 the study of a photograph, gave 
 =Jimmy a puzzled look, then glanced  
 at the calendar. A peaceful smile      
 dawned upon his face. The calendar 
 unquestionably proclaimed the 
 fact that it was =April first.   
 Run away, my good man, said 
 =Ted. I'm busy. You know, =Jimmy,     
 there's definitely a light leak in our  
 camera. We've certainly got to get     
 a new one, as soon as we have   
 enough money.  
 We're going to get a projector,    
 =Jimmy reminded him, and, while  
 I hate to mention it again, there is    
 a giraffe in our back yard.    
 I know, I know. And there's a  
 baby hippopotamus in the kitchen 
 sink, too, but don't bother me with  
 that now. Just put =April =Fools' 
 =Day out of your mind. =Ted sighed.     
&&000  MACMILLIAN  (1952)  GRADE 7                    MAC9527T.ASC
   HERE AND EVERYWHERE  by Arthur I. Gates, et.al
   SOURCE:  COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE
   XEROX by DPH  SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER  July 15, 1993

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 =Now, where? =Libby asked in =Win's ear, staring
 wistfully up the dark track that led to =Nantucket town.
 =Win said slowly, There might be time for you and
 =Pete to run as far as the =Coast =Guard =Station before the
 water covers the road. But, well, if it reached you
 before you got there, 
 You needn't suggest that, =Libby burst out angrily.
 Do you think =Pete and I would go off and leave you?
 The boy drew a long, troubled breath.
 The tide's still coming in, he said. And the
 wind's this way. I'm afraid the sea will reach here,
 anyhow, before it turns. So our best chance is across
 the moor toward the =Inlet. I don't believe the water
 will get that far. He was thinking, however, of the
 well-known fact that occasionally, in winter storms, the
 sea did sweep clear across this narrow part of the island.
 He said aloud, We'll make for =Pete's old wreck.
 Maybe you two can squeeze into his crow's nest.
 What about you? =Libby demanded, not moving.
 You couldn't climb up there with that foot.
 I guess not, he admitted. And anyhow there
 wouldn't be room on the platform for three. I can
 brace myself against the mast, below you, and even if
 the water reaches that far, which it won't, it won't
 be deep enough to be dangerous. Then he ordered
 briskly, Get going! She's coming nearer, this time.
 A white, snaky curl of foam was creeping up the slope
 toward them, out of the darkness, and a moment later
 was around their feet. Not deep, this one, but an
 alarming earnest of what was to come.

 The girls and boys in =Ronnie's class
 all liked him, yet in their hearts they
 knew that somehow he was not  
 entirely one of them. Possibly it was
 something they had heard their  
 parents say about his strange, hermit like
 father; possibly it was =Ronnie's shy
 pride and the sensitive protection with
 which he surrounded his beloved =Pere.
 For =Ronnie had two loves: =Pere and
 the =Giant =Mountain, which reared its
 crags above the forest and meadow
 surrounding his home.
 The fierce wind drove the snow down out of the
 north. The storms of the mountain winter were loose,
 howling and roaring through the shivering =Valley.
 The children left the school with heads bowed for
 protection from the driving snow. They kept together,
 some holding hands for strength against the wind.
 they tried to run to reach home faster, but their feet
 caught in the dragging drifts.
 Those for the  =Upper =Valley bus left the shelter of the
 school building in a group while =George opened the
 door of the bus for them. They ran at top speed and
 climbed aboard breathlessly.
 George was morose. It's wicked, that's just what it
 is! It's just a wicked storm! I've never saw anything like
 it! He glared at the children. Everybody here?

 still another; and gradually he realized that all the
 bursts were below him. But he couldn't get up or even
 open his eyes. He kept crouched as he was, with his
 heart hammering and a drenching sweat all over him.
 A moment later the firing stopped entirely. He felt
 silence sweep over him, and when finally he opened his
 eyes, he was surrounded by the sky. Without looking
 down, he waved the flag from side to side to stop the
 ascent, and for a little he stayed still, just staring at the
 blue sky or at the bag over him, with its ridiculous,  
 restless appendix. He had a strange and fanciful  
 impression that the balloon, instead of being attached to earth
 by a straining rope, was suspended from some tackle in
 the sky. It was a little like resting in a fabulous swing.
 His confidence came back to him with a rush. There
 was nothing those blue people could do to him now.
 As he thought of it, he came to the conclusion that none
 of their shells had burst anywhere really close. So he
 hoisted himself slightly and looked over the edge of the
 basket.
 The =Peninsula now lay like a cloth in gray and green
 and earth color, stitched and seamed with roads and
 rivers and fences. It was a clear and beautiful day.
 The lower waters of the =James and the =York were blue
 as the sky itself, and to the east he saw the wide shine of
 the =Bay.
 All over the land below, and back toward =Big =Bethel,
 he made out units of enemy troops: some moving along
 the roads with what seemed infinite slowness; others
 in tented villages new white on the green meadows.

 On his way home, after an errand to a distant  
 neighbor's, =Richard =Kendall paused in the clearing and
 stared at the strange sight below him in the valley.
 Under the gray winter sky he could see yoke after
 yoke of oxen dragging heavy sleds eastward along the
 road from =Great =Barrington, and on each sled lay a
 cannon!
 For several seconds he stood with lips parted and eyes
 wide. Where had those big guns come from, and
 where were they going? Then he strode excitedly  
 forward again and presently was on the old road leading
 downhill toward his father's tavern.
 =Enos =Kendall was in the barnyard, holding the bridle
 of a chestnut mare, when his son reached the tavern.
 We have a guest just arrived, he announced. Tend
 to his wants, =Richard.
 But =Father, the boy began breathlessly, those
 oxen and cannon, 
 =Enos =Kendall shook his head impatiently, and  
 =Richard unwillingly obeyed orders as he went toward the
 house. Guests had been rare since the =Battle of  
 =Lexington, some nine months earlier. This one would
 want warm water of course. Filling a pannikin from
 a kettle on the long crane in the fireplace, the boy
 mounted the stairs.

 of stamps, with one whole album filled with =American
 stamps; there was a marvelous collection of birds
 eggs, all carefully blown and labeled; and a collection
 of homemade puzzles that =Carlos thought very  
 wonderful.
 At the end of the first week of school, there was an
 exhibition of the collections, and prizes were awarded
 for the best. After school on =Friday, =Carlos hurried
 down to see the prize winners and to take home his
 collection before anyone could laugh at it.
 He looked at the winners and saw that they were
 exactly the ones he had expected. The puzzle  
 collection won first prize, a wildflower collection won
 second, and =Sonny =Baker's neat stamp album third.
 He walked over to the table where his wood was
 exhibited, and then he stared. There was a prize
 attached to his board, too! He rubbed his eyes and
 looked again. It was a brand new compass, shiny
 and round and with a neat little case! Beside the
 compass was a card that said, =Special =Geography
 =Prize. For =Carlos =Negron, =Junior, who touched  
 foreign ports while still at home.
 =Carlos held his wood board tight in one hand and
 his beautiful compass in the other. Touched foreign
 ports! =That was just what he had been doing ever
 since that little chip of mahogany had taken him
 straight back to =Cuba all the way from =New =York.

 with minerals lying beneath the earth's crust. The
 =Viceroy would never send an army over this desert;
 he always shipped his men down the coast in =Spanish
 vessels, for the =Pacific was still a =Spanish sea. Only
 the middle third of =Chile was fertile and settled. It
 was this =Vale of =Chile that the =Spaniards held and
 that he hoped to set free.
 If the =Spaniards do not learn which way I am
 coming, then we shall join =Las =Heras on =February =8
 at =Santa =Rosa, and on February =15 we shall enter
 the capital, he said.
 It was here that they brought him a poor looking
 =roto, a =Chilean worker, who said he had a message for
 =San =Martin. This was really one of his trusted spies
 straight from =Santiago, the city he hoped soon to ride
 up to and take.
 =Governor =Marco is still in the city, the =roto  
 reported. He has lost his head and is uncertain where
 to turn. He says he stands ready to march at the head
 of an army if you invade =Chile, but all the time he is
 packing his =folderols and finery. He is getting them
 ready to send down at a moment's notice to the port
 of =Valparaiso. Looks as if he were scared out of his
 wits, sir, since he is making ready for flight even before
 you come.
 Soon afterward, the hailstorm slackened. Slithers of
 slush and piles of hailstones covered the trail. As the
 storm wandered away down another valley, =San
 =Martin ordered his band to play the =Argentine national
 hymn

 When he saw one tall pine tree still standing.  
 Hurriedly he climbed it, and soon his red and yellow polo
 shirt was flying in the fresh breeze.
 Back in the cave =Mr. and =Mrs =Yadon were  
 conversing in shouts.
 I wish the =United =States =Navy would stop shelling
 this island, yelled =Mr. =Yadon.
 I've heard of shelling corn and shelling peas. I've
 heard of shelling nuts, but I've never heard of shelling
 islands, shouted =Mrs. =Yadon.
 It's the guns that have the shells, roared =Mr.
 =Yadon. Sort of like cannonballs stuffed with  
 fireworks, they are.
 What did you say made them work?
 Gunpowder  screamed =Mr. =Yadon, as =Herbert
 entered the cave.
 The ledge where we built our fires isn't there any
 more, he said. I had just stopped being on it when
 it got to be a hole.
 =Herbert =Yadon, Where is your shirt? You'll catch
 your death of cold, scolded his mother.
 My shirt is flying and it hasn't been hit yet. It's
 a flag of distress, and when the =Navy gunners see it,
 they will cease firing. =Even as he spoke, the gunfire
 stopped. The sudden silence was like a hole with the
 sound pulled out. They saw it all right, declared
 =Herbert.
 Soon the =Yadons heard the sound of oars. They
 hurried to the battered shore and watched the
 approaching rowboat. Soon they were able to make

 from the square chimney in the middle of the house on
 the hill, and even from here they could smell the good
 things cooking.
 Come, boys, it's time now to do your chores,
 =Joseph =Whittier called to his sons.
 Even in late summer, when the corn stood tall in the
 fields and the weeds could not grow, there was much to
 do on the =Whittier farm at =Haverhill. =John =Greenleaf
 put his perch in a wooden bucket of water and left it at
 the kitchen door. Then; with bare feet and rolled up
 trousers, he ran to catch up with his father and his
 brother.
 The oxen in the barnyard were stamping impatiently
 for their food, and the hens and pigs and sheep crowded
 around the man and boys. They fed the animals and
 milked the cows and gathered the last of the eggs from
 the nests of straw. Then they washed their faces and
 hands and went into the spotlessly clean kitchen, where
 the mother and aunt and the two daughters of the
 house were busy preparing the supper and setting the
 table. They wore broad, white collars over plain, gray
 dresses, as the =Quakers wore. =Aunt =Hussie took a
 squash pie out of the brick oven, steaming hot. No one
 in all the country around could bake squash pies like
 =Aunt =Hussie's.
 Horse's hoofs pattered on the narrow dirt road that
 ran past the house, and soon a man's voice called out at
 the gate. In =1817, on a =Massachusetts farm, a stranger
 was always taken in and welcomed hospitably, for the
 distance from one town to another was long. Another

 =Bull tossed aside four bats as if they were toothpicks
 and stepped into the batter's box. He nervously
 pounded the plate a little with his trusty black bat.
 Did I say a little? Why, he pounded the plate so hard
 that it sunk a good four inches. As he brought the bat
 up from the plate to his shoulder, a rasping sound of
 tearing flannel was heard as =Bull's over developed  
 muscles burst through his right shirtsleeve. =Bull swung his
 bat back and forth a few times. Then, as he squeezed
 his bat hard in determination, those of us who were
 close could see tiny bits of sawdust dripping from his
 bat handle. He squeezed it that hard!
 Out on the mound =Cy =Priest calmly hitched his
 trousers, spat over his left shoulder, drew his arm back,
 and, =ZIP! came the ball. Meantime, =Bull had started
 his swing about the time =Cy had spat over his shoulder.
 That seems like he might have been swinging too soon,
 but not against a lightning fastball hurler like =Cy =Priest.
 No =sirree, not a bit too soon. For just about the

 This time =Albuquerque succeeded in turning the bear
 from its purpose, as a well aimed blow of the long club
 caught =Bruin over the right eye. The bear turned
 toward the man again just as the puppy, whimpering
 with pain, sank his teeth into =Bruin's short tail and
 hung on with closed eyes and rapidly heaving sides.
 The bear whirled around and around, but the dog
 clung grimly on. There was nothing =Albuquerque
 could do now but try to keep out of the way of the  
 roaring, whirling grizzly, and pray that the puppy would
 not be crushed out of all semblance of a dog beneath
 the bear's great weight.
 Suddenly =Albuquerque whooped with joy as a cloud
 of dust streaked up from the trail and went drifting
 against the sky. A pony rounded a scrub oak clump,
 its rider's arm rising and falling as he pounded the
 sides of his straining mount. =Bill =Cordova, herding
 calves a mile away, had heard the roaring of the bear
 and was coming to investigate.
 The sight which greeted =Bill caused that hardy  
 person's face to blanch. Down below was =Albuquerque,
 dancing and shouting like a madman about a huge
 grizzly bear that was cavorting as though he had  
 blundered into a nest of hornets.
 Bill flung off his horse and lay down on the ground.
 A moment later the smoke curled up from the barrel of
 his rifle, and the sharp report sent echoes clapping up
 and down the alley.
 The bear stopped whirling and rose to his full height,
 looking about with beady, nearsighted eyes. Old  
 =Al 
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   YOUR WORLD  by Wilfred Eberhart, et.al.
   SOURCE:  COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE
   XEROX by DPH  SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER  July 17, 1993

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 =Driss invented a game that made
 everyone laugh. He would hide    
 handfuls of the grass between the  
 silt mats in the tent, or in a palm bush,    
 or under the firewood, and the   
 donkey would scamper about, poking
 his nose here and there, until 
 he smelled the pleasant mouthful and ate it. 
 Before it grew dark, however,
 he would crawl under the tent      
 and lie flat upon the ground, 
 waiting for =Driss to come to bed and 
 cover them both with the red and brown rug.
 He loved to be warm. 
 =As the weeks grew into months, 
 and =Cousin =You-Seff never claimed 
 his four days of work, the boys became 
 worried. They knew that the finger  
 and goat herder had not forgotten, for 
 when they spoke of it, he would 
 grin mysteriously and turn away. 
 It must be something dangerous,  
 like going into the =Devil's =Cave for     
 salt, said =Rabka.       
  =Well, if he doesn't tell us soon,    
 said =Amroo, I won't work for him  
 at all. It is two full moons since we   
 gave his goats back, and still he 
 won't tell what we are to do. 
 You don't suppose, =Driss
 exploded indignantly, that he would     
 be mean enough to make us work  
 for him during the acorn harvest? 
 Boys and girls of the =Ait =Affane 
 tribe can earn their spending    
 money for the winter by gathering  
 the acorns that fall from the oak 
 trees, and selling them to strangers,   
 the =Roumi  who often come to   
 
  

 and wrong to enter other people's
 houses without their leave! 
 thought I had found a secret spell
 by which books could be made to   
 increase, did you? he added.     
 Well, it seemed no more strange 
 to me than to turn base metal into 
 gold, as others thought you were 
 doing, =Karl said, sheepishly. And it   
 seemed to me that it would be a far     
 better thing to do, if one had the 
 power. It would be a noble magic  
 indeed to make fine books, so many    
 that even the poor could have     
 them!   
  =No, it is far removed from     
 magic. It takes tedious labor and   
 much effort, although each week, it    
 seems, I find ways to make it easier.  
 Perhaps some day, =God willing, it 
 will be as you say, and books will 
 be plentiful enough for the poor to    
 own! What a world we should have 
 then! No, there is no magic nor  
 mystery to it. But I must guard my 
 processes from those who would    
 seize them and use them without 
 leave. It has taken me long years of    
 my life and more gold than I dare 
 to think of to work out my methods.   
 I must earn enough by them now to 
 pay back those who have trusted  
 me.     
 Looking up at the tired, anxious 
 face, =Karl suddenly felt a pity for   
 this man. Master =Gutenberg! he 
 said, laying a small, square hand on 
 his arm, never fear that I shall tell  
 anyone what I have e seen here. I


 =Argos's heart leaped when he  
 realized what this might mean. 
 Beyond the shining peaks lay the long 
 sought valleys in which men dwelt, 
 with sheepfolds, and ewe lambs for 
 eagles to steal. The high granite 
 shoulder of the pinnacle at his left
 cut off a clear forward view.   
 =Argos breathed deeply, and      
 grasped the ash =haft of
 If he could get around to the far 
 side of that pinnacle, he might see  
 straight ahead, down the valley.
 inch by inch, foot by foot, he  
 made his way over the ice coated rocks, 
 the treacherous crust of snow.    
 Here, on a narrow, rocky ledge  
 he paused, triumphant, a shout upon
 his wind burned lips. Far ahead 
 of him, down the valley, he could 
 


 =Solo boy: Then the frost is on the =punkin and the fodder's in  
 the shock,
 And you hear the =kyouck and gobble of the strutting
 turkey cock,
 And the clacking of the guineys, and the clucking of the
 hens,
 And the rooster's =hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
 All:  =O, it's then the times a feller is feeling at his best.
 With the rising sun to greet him from a night of  
 peaceful rest,
 As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed
 the stock,
 When the frost is on the =punkin and the fodder's in the
 shock.
 
 =Solo boy:  They's something kind of harty like about the        
 atmosphere 
 when the heat of summer's over and the cooling fall is
 here, 
 Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the
 trees,
 And the mumble of the hummingbirds and buzzing of
 the bees;
  =All  But the air's so appetizing; and the landscape through
 the haze
 Of a crisp and sunny morning of the early autumn days
 Is a picture that no painter has the coloring to mock, 
 When the frost is on the =punkin and the fodder's in the
 shock.


 
 =SAMMY =BLEDSOE did not
 take his keen brown eyes off
 the livestock judges as they walked
 slowly around the sleek steer he was
 holding by the halter. Having  
 examined it carefully, the judges
 moved toward the center of the
 arena for a whispered conference.
 Sammy tried to calm his restless
 charge by running one hand  
 soothingly along the animal's neck. This
 was his first entry in the =4-H =Club


 swam in the park pool, hiked and
 fished and slept on cots. They had
 said he could go with them if he  
 could find ten or twelve dollars, but   
 he had never expected to go. He  
 could do all these wonderful things   
 with a paper route     
 So =Robbie went to see Mr.
 =Wallace, and it seemed the boy who was   
 giving up the route was willing to   
 sell =Robbie his bicycle on time for    
 ten dollars. Robbie got three 
 dollars from his mother to pay down 
 on the bike, and agreed to pay a     
 dollar a week until it was all paid for. 
 It was a little old bike with narrow 
 tires, in good condition and quite 
 speedy. Robbie went over the route
 with the old boy a couple of 
 evenings, and then started out alone, 
 bike, papers, and all.    
 His own street, =Crum =Street, lay 
 about two thirds of the way through   
 the route, and the first night =Robbie  
 rode down =Crum =Street on his bike, 
 folding up papers and throwing  
 them onto porches, the neighbors 
 smiled to see him pass. At the other   
 end of =Crum, where it ran into   
 =Hamilton =Avenue, there were 
 better houses with more lawns, more  
 flowers, and bigger porches; and  more.
 when he went, on =Saturdays, to 
 collect from his customers, it gave him    
 pleasure to find the houseWives in 
 the nice houses Were friendly and 
 jovial. Many Knew his mother.  
  =Clyde Watched =Robbie riding    
 back and forth, at first with 
 curiosity and then with a growing irritation

 that I hated to carry the sign was
 because =Cousin =Roger would be
 there. He was going to run along
 the sidewalk and give out samples
 of pickles while I marched. It made
 me feel like two cents just to think
 of carrying the sign and having  
 everybody talking about me, but two
 cents was a lot of money compared
 to how I felt about having =Cousin
 =Roger around dishing out pickles.
 I had tried to keep =Cousin =Roger
 hidden as much as possible ever
 since he had been with us. He
 wasn't the kind of relative you
 would want your friends to see. But
 you couldn't keep him where he
 belonged any more than you could
 a horsefly. He was always buzzing
 around about something.
 Maybe it would be well to call
 a meeting of the board of directors,
 
 Following the second thousand 
 came a thousand men in red 
 uniforms. Upon their breasts was 
 broidered Extremely brave.  They 
 stepped it briskly, shouting dares 
 across the river. The enemy replied    
 with little heart.      
  Another thousand followed. Jade 
 green uniforms clothed them. =Rum- 
 =ble-dumble-de-dum sang their      
 drums, and their steps kept perfect   
 time. Upon their breasts were the  
 words Still braver, and upon their  
 lips great threats. The enemy said 
 little.          
  Now came men in crow's wing     
 black. Upon their breasts were the  
 words Braver by far. Their taunts 
 were hard to bear. Yet, the enemy 
 remained silent.        
  A thousand men in pink, the    
 same number in blue. Came white 
 clad men and orange clad men. 
 Violet uniforms replaced uniforms of  
 brown.   The enemy thought   
 it hardly fair. =King =Chang, 
 evidently, had a million men.  
 However could they fight against 
 a million? The tents came down   
 and the enemy vanished.    
 =General =Wang continued to sew 
 until the last hostile disappeared.  
 He and his tailors were terribly 
 tired. But the thousand soldiers 
 were even more tired. All day long
 they had marched, changed
 uniforms, and then marched again.  
 They had changed from red to     
 green, to black, to every color 
 the spectrum. They were color 
 old fox in his profession. 
 Promise anything, said he, until you get 
 possession of the treasure. you may  
 then seize upon the whole, and if he   
 and his accomplice dare to murmur, 
 threaten them with the fagot and 
 the stake as infidels and sorcerers. 
 The =Judge approved this advice. 
 Smoothing his brow and turning to 
 the =Moor, This is a strange story,   
 said he, and may be true, but I
 must have proof of it. This very
 night you must repeat the magical  
 words in my presence. If there be 
 really such treasure, we will share    
 it between us, and say nothing 
 further of the matter; if you have  
 deceived me, expect no mercy at my 
 hands. In the meantime you must 
 remain under guard.  
  The =Moor and the water carrier  
 cheerfully agreed to these 
 conditions, satisfied that the event would  
 prove the truth of their words. 
  Toward midnight, then, the    
 =Judge sallied forth secretly,    
 attended by his officer and the 
 meddlesome barber, all strongly armed.    
 They conducted the =Moor and the  
 water carrier as prisoners, and took   
 along =Peregil's stout donkey to bear 
 off the expected treasure. They 
 arrived at the tower without being  
 observed, and tying the donkey to 
 a fig tree, descended into the fourth   
 vault of the tower.    
 The scroll was produced, the 
 yellow waxen taper lighted, and the
 =Moor read the magical words. The  
 earth trembled as before, and the 
 of course it was he, warned him in  
 many fierce growls to keep away. 
 The mountaineer understood the  
 situation and went on. Evening  
 came, and no master to relieve 
 =Chink, who was now getting very 
 hungry.       
 In the tent there was some bacon  
 wrapped in a bag, but that was  
 sacred. His master had told him 
 to watch it, and =Chink would
 have starved rather than touch it.
 He ventured out on the flat in  
 hope of finding a mouse or 
 something to stay the pangs of hunger, 
 Then suddenly he was pounced on
 by that brute of a =Coyote, and the
 old chase was repeated as =Chink; 
 dashed back to the tent.      
 There a change came over him. 
 The remembrance of his duty   
 seemed suddenly to alter him and  
 brace him up, just as the cry of her   
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   PATHS AND PATHFINDERS by William S. Gray, et.al.
   SCOURCE:  COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE
   XEROX By DPH  SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER   July 17, 1993

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 And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
 Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
 Is heard the tramp of the steed as he rides.
 
 It was twelve by the village clock
 When he crossed the bridge into =Medford town.
 He heard the crowing of the cock,
 And the barking of the farmer's dog,
 And felt the damp of the river fog
 That rises after the sun goes down.
 It was one by the village clock
 When he galloped into =Lexington.
 He saw the gilded weathercock
 Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
 And the meeting house windows, blank and bale.
 Gaze at him with a spectral glare,


 =Joanna =THOMAS ran to the tennis net, shook  her
 opponent's hand, murmured,  Thank you, and
 hastily turned away. As she hurried toward the clubhouse 
 stinging tears sprang to her eyes, and her  
 lips trembled.
 Near the entrance to the clubhouse she almost
 collided with the last person in the world she wanted
 to see at this moment, =Caroline =Lambert, the best
 junior player at the club.
 Well, did you lose again today? asked =Caroline
 with a disagreeable little laugh.
 Yes, six three, six one, =Joanna managed to say. 
 Then she hurried on, not glancing up at the other
 girls who were standing near by. She did not want
 

 history  collections, and so on down through  
 twenty five items or more.
 =Tony scratched his dark head. Natural history
 collections and =Indian relics meant little to the boy
 who had spent most of his time on the streets selling
 papers or working around a fruit store. What he did
 understand, however, was that a silver cup was to be
 awarded to the school of the student who had the most
 original exhibit of a hobby, whatever that was.
 Going to enter anything, =Tony?  It was =Elmer
 =Hoffman's pleasant voice that brought =Tony out of his
 dream. =Elmer was all that =Tony longed to be, big
 and strong, full of fun, and one of the brightest pupils
 in =7B'1. I'm going to enter a radio set, built every
 bit of it myself. Wouldn't it be great for someone to
 win that silver cup for =Ross =Junior?
 I'm going to put in my collection of beetles and
 butterflies, spoke up =Charley =Williamson.
 And I'm going to enter my toy village, said
 =Johnny =Uhl. What's your hobby, =Tony? Pushing
 oranges? =Johnny considered himself a great wit and
 looked around to see if anyone would laugh at his joke.
 If they gave a prize for a smart aleck, you'd be
 sure to get it, =Johnny =Uhl! exclaimed =Amy =White,
 who had seen =Tony's cheeks flush.
 Don't pay any attention to him, =Tony! It was
 =Miriam =Snow's soft voice that took a little of the sting
 out of =Johnny's words.  He can't speak pieces the
 way you do, not if he'd try a million years!
 =Tony shook his head and went back to his seat.
 I've got to work on my =English lesson, he muttered.
 How =Johnny loved to poke fun! He meant no harm,
 to be sure, but sometimes =Tony's brown eyes
 looked deeper and more puzzled than ever.


 Having thus diligently searched all his pockets,
 we observed a girdle about his waist, made of the
 hide of some prodigious animal. From it, on the left
 side, hung a sword of the length of five men, and on
 the right, a pouch divided into two cells. Each cell
 was large enough to hold three of =Your =Majesty's  
 subjects. In one of these cells were several balls of a
 most heavy metal about the bigness of our heads.
 The other cell contained a heap of black grains, of no
 great bulk or weight, for we could hold about fifty
 of them in the palms of our hands.
 This is an exact inventory of what we found about
 the body of the =Man-Mountain, who treated us with
 great courtesy. Signed and sealed, on the fourth day
 of the eighty ninth moon of =Your =Majesty's auspicious
 reign.
 
 When the inventory was read over to the =Emperor,
 he directed me to deliver up the various items. He


 In fact, he declared it was of no use to work on
 his farm; it was the most pestilent little piece of
 ground in the whole country; everything about it went
 wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him. His
 fences were continually falling to pieces; his cow
 would either go astray or get among the cabbages;
 weeds were sure to grow quicker in his fields than
 anywhere else; the rain always made a point of setting
 in just as he had some outdoor work to do. Thus,
 though the estate inherited from his father had
 dwindled away under his management, acre by acre,
 until there was little more left than a mere patch of
 Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the  
 worst conditioned farm in the neighborhood.
 His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if
 they belonged to nobody. His son =Rip promised to
 inherit the habits, with the old clothes, of his father.
 He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his
 mother's heels, equipped in a pair of his father's  
 cast off =galligaskins, which he had much ado to hold up
 with one hand, as a fine lady does her train in bad
 weather.
 =Rip =Van =Winkle, however, was one of those happy
 mortals, of foolish, well oiled dispositions, who take
 the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever
 can be got with the least thought or trouble, and
 would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
 If left to himself he would have whistled life away
 in perfect contentment; but his wife kept continually
 dinning in his ears about his idleness, his  
 carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family.
 Morning, noon, and night her tongue was incessantly
 going, and everything he said or did was sure to  
 produce a torrent of eloquence. =Rip had but one way of


 them. A chain of lighthouses along that perilous
 =Labrador shore, a telegraph, model farm and  
 green houses, more cooperatives, there was no end to the
 doctor's plans. More time, he must have more time.
 Cuddling close to the largest dog for warmth, and
 with =Jack in a contented ball for a foot warmer, the
 doctor fell asleep.
 
 Get your spy glasses and come quick.
 =George =Read jumped up from the supper table,
 threw on a coat, grabbed his binoculars and a cap,
 and was on the way to the headland with =George
 =Davis in practically no time at all. He was used to
 being summoned quickly at this time of year, when
 everybody was watching out for seals. Yet there was
 something in his neighbor's manner that made him
 anxious to be off.
 They ran without speaking in their haste to beat
 the darkness.  =Yonder ! What is it ?  =Davis pointed
 to a pan some three miles away. Read adjusted the
 binoculars and looked in the direction the finger
 pointed.  Looks, like, a, man. It is a man ! He's
 moving! There's dogs, too.
 Each looked into the other's face, as if unwilling to
 speak his thoughts. Not the doctor ! Oh, not the
 doctor! Yet it could be no one else. Who else on the
 coast took such chances as he did to get to his patients?
 These were the things they were thinking. They went
 and told =George =Andrews what they had seen.
 If only it were possible to put right out in a boat!
 Why couldn't they have discovered him earlier? To
 try to make the way in that floating ice with a
 heavy sea wind would be dangerous even in daylight.
 With darkness coming on, it would be certain suicide.


 see he ambled back from where he had come. We
 did not see him again until the next full moon.
 On nights when the wind blew more than usual, we
 saw no animals. We had yet to learn that the noise
 of the wind in trees and bushes made the animals
 more cautious, more alert. Since that first night we
 have learned that the brightness of the moon as well
 as the noise of the wind makes the wild creatures
 more careful to keep in the darkest shadows.
 The nights that followed found us on the floor in
 our accustomed places, waiting, watching, hoping.
 Usually we were rewarded by the appearance of a skunk
 or perhaps a fox.
 Each night the moon rose later and later. Its
 light grew fainter and fainter. Soon the whole  
 out of doors was as dark as was the living room without
 lights. Each morning we took away the food of the
 night before and washed the rock. At nighttime we
 placed fresh food on the clean feeding table.
 Then, one morning about three weeks later, we  
 discovered that the food was all gone. The rock had
 been licked clean!
 Right then we determined that we would try to
 coax these animals into our yard every night. We
 wanted not only to see them and to make them our
 friends, but to try to take their pictures as well.
 From that time on, the food disappeared every
 night, every bite of it. The animals seemed to  
 understand our meaning.
 We were delighted with the hazy forms we had seen,
 but we were not satisfied. We wanted to be able to
 see these small creatures on dark nights as well as in
 the moonlight.
 Our next step was to try to light the feeding rock.

 great village with a thousand thousand lights. It was
 night when we arrived, but when I looked up at the
 sky, it was very bright and red and sparkling, and
 there was light everywhere. And I said,  Is this
 morning? And they said, No, this is =New =York.
 I was so astonished by =New =York that I just wanted
 to look and look and look at it. I forgot all about
 feeding the animals and my work. Every night men
 had their names put in the sky with bright lights so
 that they would not be forgotten, because there are
 so many people in =New =York that it would be easy
 to forget some of them.
 All the time there was a great noise made by  
 motor cars and busses and trains. There were trains above
 me on bridges, there were trains below me, and there
 were more trains that were below the trains that were
 below. Always the trains were very full of people. I
 think if the trains all stopped and the people got off,
 there would be no space in =New =York for all the
 people. So the people take turns living in the trains.
 I used to walk and walk because I was afraid to get
 on those trains to ride, as I did not know how to get
 off or where I should be when I did.
 The streets were very clean. They washed and
 polished them every morning. I thought there could
 be no sickness there with everything so clean.
 The buildings were very tall. Sometimes I had to
 go in what men call an elevator. This is a little room
 that you get into, and very suddenly it goes up. And
 when it stops, your stomach does not stop. And when
 it goes down, you feel that everything has gone out
 of you. It is much worse than an airplane. I was
 always afraid in it, but said nothing, because I thought
 men would say, He is just a jungle man!


 One name that all good salts recognize with affection
 and respect is that of the super able seaman, =bosun 
 extra peculiar, =Old =Stormalong, the biggest man that
 ever shipped before a mast, the most powerful  
 deep water sailor who ever holystoned a deck. I've heard
 tell he was born in =New =Bedford, but some folks claim
 he came from =Barnstable or =Wellfleet or some other
 one of those =Cape =Cod towns.
 The first time =Alfred =Bulltop =Stormalong attracted
 considerable attention to himself was when the boat
 he was on went out for whales and anchored  
 somewhere in the =North =Atlantic. =Stormie was bosun then.
 The lookout saw what looked like a school of whales
 off on the horizon, and =Stormie ordered all hands
 forward to hoist the mudhook. His men heaved and
 heaved, but they couldn't get that anchor off the
 bottom. It would give a bit, and then something
 would pull it back down. Once they got it so far up,
 though, that they could see what was causing the
 difficulty. A giant octopus had satcheled onto the
 hook and was holding on for dear life with a dozen
 legs while his other dozen kept tight hold on the
 bottom.
 Well, before you could say =Jack =Robinson, =Old
 =Stormalong dived overboard right on top of that  
 octopus. Then there was a rolling and a boiling such
 as nobody ever saw in mid ocean before. The boat
 stood on her beam ends and pitched and tossed like


 With all the skill of long experience the airman
 watched the fire.  Farther and farther he stretched
 his glide to reach it, until finally he saw that it would
 be nip and tuck whether he would reach the bright
 circle of light that showed a clear space for his wheels
 to rest.  Already he had been stretching the glide to 
 its limit.  If he leveled off any more, he might fall
 off and nose straight into the ground.
 The plane's wings wobbled, but the pilot's fingers
 on the controls were as sensitive to the feel of the 
 ailerons as a surgeon's to his knife during and operation.
 To an impossible limit he stretched that glide 
 until the plane began to waver threateningly.
 Still the lighted area was yards ahead.  The pilot held
 on and waited until, like a wounded bird, the plane
 dropped to earth just on the edge of the illuminated
 circle.  Soon after, her wheels stopped moving.
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 All complete! said the =Toad
 triumphantly, pulling open a  
 locker. You see biscuits, potted
 lobster, sardines everything you
 can possibly want. Soda water
 here tobacco there letter paper,
 bacon, jam, cards, and dominoes, 
 you'll find, he continued, as they
 descended the steps again, you'll
 find that nothing has been  
 forgotten, when we make our start
 this afternoon.
 I beg your pardon, said the
 =Rat slowly, but did I hear you say
 something about we and start and
 this afternoon?
 Now, you dear good old =Ratty,
 said =Toad imploringly, don't  
 begin talking in that stiff and sniffy
 sort of way, because you know
 you've got to come. I can't possibly
 manage without you, so ,please
 don't argue, it's the one thing I
 can't stand. You surely don't
 mean to stick to your dull fusty old
 river all your life, and just live in
 a hole in a bank, and boat? I want
 to show you the world! I'm going
 to make an animal of you, my boy!
 I don't care, said the =Rat
 doggedly. I'm not coming, and
 that's flat. And I am going to
 stick to my old river, and live in
 a hole, and boat, as I've always
 

 gratitude. It was simply fire in
 liquid form. She dropped the water
 treatment, and everything else,
 and pilmed her faith on =Pain-Killer.
 She gave =Tom a teaspoonful and
 watched with deepest anxiety for
 the result. Her troubles were  
 instantly at rest, for the  
 indifference was broken up. The boy
 could not have shown a wilder,
 heartier interest if she had built a
 fire under him.
 Tom felt that it was time to wake
 up. This lack of interest in life
 might do well enough for heroes in
 old novels, but for him it was  
 getting to have too little romance and
 too much alarming variety about it.
 So he thought over various plans
 for relief. Finally he hit upon
 that of pretending to be fond of
 =Pain-Killer. He asked for it so
 often that he became a nuisance,
 and his aunt ended by telling him
 to help himself and quit bothering
 her. But, secretly, she watched
 the bottle. She found that the
 medicine really did lessen, but it
 did not occur to her that the boy
 was mending the health of a crack
 in the sitting room floor with it.
 One day =Tom was in the act of
 dosing the crack, when his aunt's
 yellow cat came along, purring,
 

 Mass meetings were held and speeches made. Sometimes weeks
 went by before it was finally decided
 which time the city as a whole
 would live by.
 Legal problems came up, too,
 because of the change in time. For
 example, a man's house caught fire
 at the end of the day on which his
 insurance policy expired, and he
 demanded payment. The  
 insurance company claimed that,  
 according to standard time, the house
 caught fire after the policy ran out.
 The argument dragged on and on.
 Finally, the =Supreme =Court decided
 that since sun time was in effect
 when the house was insured, the
 man was to get his money.
 The railroads also had their
 share of troubles with putting
 standard time into effect  
 throughout the nation. Train schedules
 and timetables had to be worked
 out to the minutest detail.  
 Engineers, station agents, and other
 railroaders were nearly frantic  
 trying to keep track of the many
 changes. Greater caution than
 ever was required to prevent train
 wrecks.
 Of course the passengers also
 had their headaches in getting
 used to the change. For weeks
 

 =Thomas =Jefferson quietly  
 accepted. From past experience he
 knew only too well that the aged
 =Franklin would have little time
 available for this work. =Jefferson
 was accustomed to being on  
 committees to prepare papers. Though
 he was a poor public speaker, he
 wrote well; and his brilliant pen was
 an asset to any cause.
 As he returned to his lodgings,
 he considered the task before him.
 A declaration of independence, 
 demanding rights for the common
 man. This was a task dear to
 =Jefferson's heart, for he had long
 been a fighter against tyranny.
 Before going to his desk, he took
 his beloved violin and stood near
 the window, playing softly. His
    


 The owners walked their pets to
 the opposite side of the ring,  
 commanded the dogs to sit, and then
 returned to their original places
 When ordered, the dogs were to
 come to them. This was a crucial
 test, but =Wendy was not nervous.
 The thing =Rough did best was to
 
 Call your dogs, one at a time,
 said the judge Start with the
 cocker spaniel on the left.
 After the cocker, the =Dalmatian,
 then =Rough, thought =Wendy. I
 hope
 Then it was her turn. Here!
 Rough! Here!
 =Rough sprang to his feet and
 started toward =Wendy. Halfway
 over, his eye was caught by a  
 movement among the spectators. He
 turned and saw =Ricky, and the
 candy.
 Quicker than a flash he was over
 the fence and sitting up, begging
 for the sweet. =Ricky, screaming
 with joy, popped the bar into
 =Rough's waiting mouth.
 =Wendy was frozen with horror.
 Before she could cry out, the dog
 had leaped back into the ring and
 was approaching her with part of
 the candy wrapper hanging rakishly
 out of one corner of his mouth.


 and had made him such large
 promises, that the poor fellow  
 determined to go away with the knight and
 serve him as his squire. For an  
 adventure might present itself, =Don
 =Quixote had told him, whereby in as
 short a time as one would pick up a
 couple of straws, an island might be
 won and =Sancho be left as governor.
 This same squire, =Sancho =Panza,
 did ride upon a donkey. About the
 donkey, =Don =Quixote had stood  
 pensive a while, calling to mind if he
 had ever read that any knight errant
 carried his squire so mounted; but
 he could not remember any authority
 for it. Notwithstanding, he had  
 resolved that =Sancho might bring his
 beast, intending to dismount the first
 discourteous knight they met from his
 horse, and give it to =Sancho.
 =Don =Quixote now wanted nothing
 but a lady on whom to bestow his
 service and affection. For a  
 knight errant that is loveless resembles a
 tree that wants leaves and fruit, or
 a body without a soul. He thought
 himself of a damsel who dwelt in the
 next village to his manor, a young,
 handsome lass with whom he had
 been some time in love, though she
 never knew or took notice thereof.
 Her he chose as the =Lady of his
 thoughts, she being ignorant of it, and
 he called her =Dulcinea of =Toboso.
 

 from the first. The gods, however,
 nodded gravely and bade the two show
 what their gifts might be.
 Then =Loki stepped forward to the
 foot of =Odin's throne. And first he
 pulled from his great wallet the spear
 =Gungnir, which could not miss aim.
 This he gave to =Odin, the all wise,
 who was vastly pleased to find  
 himself an unequaled  
 marksman. So he smiled upon =Loki kindly
 and said, Well done, brother.
 Next =Loki took out the promised
 hair for =Sif. Now when the golden
 locks were set upon her head, they
 grew there like real hair, long and
 soft and curling, yet real gold, so
 that =Sif was more beautiful than ever
 before, and more precious, too. You
 can fancy how pleased =Thor was with
 =Loki's gift. And he forgave =Loki for
 the mischief he had done, since he
 had so nobly made amends.
 

 You are determined, then, to go
 to =Rome, said his mother finally,  
 seeing her son's mouth set in a firm line.
 =Octavius nodded.
 In =May, while =Mark =Antony was
 away from =Rome recruiting soldiers,
 =Octavius slipped cautiously into the
 city. After establishing himself as
 =Caesar's adopted son, he registered
 himself under his new name. Then
 =Octavian made a speech, promising
 the people to carry out the terms of
 =Caesar's will whereby each one of
 them had been left a sum of money,
 and all were to receive his villa and
 gardens as a public park. His next
 move was to call on =Antony when the
 general returned to =Rome.
 =Octavian turned in at the vestibule
 shortly after sunrise, when the day's
 business always began in =Rome. He
 waited there in the small courtyard
 until =Antony's clients, hanging about
 as usual, had either given up  
 in disgust or had hastened off to present
 themselves to some other wealthy
 patron who did not sleep so late.
 Finally =Octavian was admitted to
 the atrium. Seating himself on a
 bench in the large reception room, he
 waited another hour or two.  
 Meanwhile, he went over carefully, word
 by word, exactly what he planned to
 say to =Mark =Antony.
 When at last the curtains of the
 =tablinum were parted to admit  
 
 himself. A moment later, his water
 jug filled, he started down to the long,
 sandy shore.
 There the fishermen of =Pace were
 hustling about, carrying oars and
 deep, wide baskets filled with  
 carefully coiled fishing lines. Boys much
 older than =Nino were busy greasing
 the keels of the dories with a mixture
 of oil, salt, and beef fat. That would
 help the dories slide easily over the
 flat logs on which the boats entered
 the water.
 


 their laughter, I have to smile, too.
 But come now. Eat your lunch.
 As =Greta was returning to school
 that afternoon, it started to snow, 
 light, lady, wet flakes. She found
 her classmates clustered excitedly at
 the windows of their home room.
 If only this stays on the ground
 for tomorrow's Ice =Carnival!  
 someone cried.
 Oh, yes, said another. It will
 be beautiful in the park, especially if
 the snow sticks to the trees.
 To =Greta, this light fall of snow
 was a pale imitation of a =Norwegian
 winter. In her mind's eye she saw
 the icy, blue fiords with lofty,  
 pine covered cliffs towering above them.
 But for her family, she thought, how
 she would love to be back in those
 familiar surroundings!