&&000 AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY (GRADE 8) AMR9598T.ASC READING FOR SIGNIFICANCE by Alex M. Caughran SOURCE: COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE XEROX by DPH SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER July 18, 1993 &&111 The significance of the period is that it tells you that the author's thought is now completely expressed. It is now completely in your mind, and you are ready to stop and think about it or to move on to another thought in another sentence. The sentence that you have just finished reading could have ended with the word mind. It also could have ended with the word stop, the word think, the word it, the word on, or the word thought. You would have accepted the thought of the sentence as complete if a period had been placed after any of these six words. The absence of a period kept your mind open as the thought developed. Your mind stays open as you read until you come to the wordless symbol, the period, that tells you to close it. Then, and not until then, is the thought of the whole sentence completely yours. Another mark of punctuation, almost but not quite like the period in meaning, is the semicolon. You seldom see it in stories; therefore you find few semicolons in this book. Look again at the sentence you have just read. The semicolon could be replaced by a period, couldn't it? If it w ere, the first letter of therefore would be capitalized. It could also be replaced by a comma and the word and, couldn't it? around the courtroom, spotted the open door near him, and with a desperate cry made a dash for it. The stout arm of the bailiff seized him as he reached the door. The judge pounded for order as an angry roar burst from the crowd. When the room finally quieted down, the prosecutor stood before the bench. May it please the court, the state asks that the case against =Joe =Meadows be dismissed. The judge removed his spectacles and looked with wondering respect at =Richard =Barrett. Then he turned to the prosecutor and nodded. Case dismissed. department stores. Soon a check for fifty thousand dollars worth of whiteware was on its way to =Scio. Delivery? When it could be made. And at =Scio, in a temporary field office, =Lew =Reese was swamped with letters, telegrams, and phone messages. One by one he read them. An air mail special began, You and your employees are good =Americans, the kind that have built and maintained the finest country in the world. Call on us for what help we can give. And so it went. Offers of help poured in. The people of a =Southern town held a meeting, bought two thousand building blocks, and sent them on their way to =Scio. Grocery chains sent coffee and hot dogs and other foods. A hunting lodge in =Canada sent a deer. As the messages kept pouring in, it began to look as though the whole nation had pitched in to see =Scio get started again. On =February =13, =1948, two months after the fire and fifteen years from the moment the first whiteware came from the pottery, the kiln doors opened again. The =Scio pottery was back in business. The miracle at =Scio will never be forgotten. It is an outstanding example of the enterprising, exciting =American past, of man's freedom to work out his own destiny. him. When we caught up with the =Chief, =Ed shouted excitedly, What do you mean Will we take him? What do you mean Will we? Who are we to turn down an almost =Eagle? =Lou asked We'll take him, I said, returning the =Chief's big smile. Fine, he said. I'll bring him around tomorrow. He walked off, whistling, and we all stood grinning at each other as if we had won a prize or something. Well, let's finish that paint job, I said. We started back, and for the first time I noticed that =Bob hadn't come with us. When we got back to the den, =Bob was painting. We walked in without a word. Grabbing a brush, I stood next to him and began to paint. I worked beside him almost ten minutes before I got up enough courage to break the ice. Don't you want him in? I asked, looking at the wall. Sure, sure. Why should I care? He watched his brush go up and down. You don't sound very happy about it, I remarked. Oh, I'm not crying. I could sense that the other fellows were listening to every word. We do things together, I said. If you've got good reasons, we can still turn him down. Just what is that supposed to mean? I wanted to know. I don't think that she's ever been in a sailboat, said =Jake. Boy, oh, boy! I said, which was the only way I knew how to express my feelings. I thought it was pretty unfair of =Polly to let herself be in the drawings if she'd never been in a sailboat. I was prepared to dislike her from the start. l got over that in a hurry, though, when she arrived at the yacht club the next day. She had on a brand new blue sailing suit and looked awfully pretty, but that isn't the part I mean. holding the receiver to his ear, hearing the first ring, the third, the eighth, and still no answer. He felt the ache in his chest now, and his hands were wet. Maybe =Ma is sick, he thought, and he knew who had to take the blame. He asked the operator to check the number. Maybe the phone is out of order, he thought, but all the time he knew it wasn't. At last he replaced the receiver and stood listlessly at the desk, wondering what to do. Now he remembered =Ma walking over to the skating rink and standing in a corner beside the fence to watch him skate, careful not to be seen. But he had seen her all right. Seen her and kept away from that corner. At first he was not certain. He stopped short and cocked his head, listening. He had heard it only for a moment, the low chatter of voices, drifting down from the snow covered ridge ahead. He waited, his heart pounding. All he could hear was the wind in the trees. He laughed to himself. His ears were playing tricks. It was only the dogs making a noisy meal of the salmon. But now the dogs were acting strangely. =White =Eye stopped eating and stood still, his huge head raised into the wind. The dog's lip curled back over his teeth, and With a warning cry, =William headed for =Blue =Baby and sent her falling to the grass. =Chut dropped his bread. He stood up and made a few bouncing, dancing steps. Next moment, one of =Chut's long toes was kicking =William in the side, tearing out a big piece of wool as it ripped. =William scampered off wildly, crying for help. The swimming pool lay before him. At its edge, =William, who was afraid of water, tried to wheel and jump back. This was the wrong thing to do. A kangaroo can kick well only if it is holding the thing it is kicking. =William's spring brought him just high enough for =Chut. He held the sheep's neck and rained kick after kick at his stomach. Then =Chut let It was not that night, but the next, that it happened. At one o'clock in the morning, =Karl, the patrolman, stepped out of a closet in Mr. =Castro's back room where he'd been stationed for two nights. He moved so swiftly, there was not even time for =Frank =Folsom to drop the loose leaf notebook he had just taken from Mr. =Castro's desk. The following afternoon, Mr. =Castro glanced up and saw =Johnnie =Dakin standing in the doorway. Come on in, =Johnnie, called Mr. =Castro. Slowly the boy came up to the counter. I hear =Frank =Folsom has moved out of the mark about her trusted almanac. One winter the weather prophet of the =Maine =Farmers' =Almanac had been making some unusually wild predictions. In =January, for example, we had a warm rainstorm when he had foretold a cold snap. We fell to joking about it at table, and the old squire added to the fun. When he was ready to go out, he put on his big buffalo skin fur coat and mumed his neck in a knitted scarf. Then he paused in pretended astonishment on opening the outside door. Something's wrong! he cried. Why, it's as warm as =July! =Ruth, here is that cold snap? &&000 GINN AND COMPANY (GRADE 8) GIN9568T.ASC WINDOWS ON THE WORLD by D.H. Russell and M.A. Gunn SOURCE: COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE XEROX by DPH SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER July 19, 1993 &&111 All you and your friends can talk about is the presents you're going to get. You make me ashamed of being a girl. Two girls, =Madeline and =Dorothy, come from right, talking =MADELINE. To =Dorothy =Thyra =Walsh's family's going to add seven pearls to the necklace they started for her when she was a baby. Oh, hello, =Katrin! Did you hear about =Thyra's graduation present? =KATRIN. Not very happily =Yes, I heard. =MADELINE. I m getting an onyx ring, with a diamond in it. =KATRIN. A real diamond? =MADELINE =Yes, of course. A small diamond. =DOROTHY What are you getting? =KATRIN. Well, they haven t actually told me, but I think, I think I'm going to get that pink celluloid dresser set in your father's drugstore. =DOROTHY. You mean that one in the window? =KATRIN. To =Madeline It's got a brush and comb and mirror, and a hair receiver. It's genuine celluloid! =DOROTHY. I wanted =Father to give it to me, out of stock, but he said it was too expensive. Father's an awful tightwad. They're giving me a bangle. =MADELINE. Oh, there's the street car. We've got to fly. By, =Katrin the roadway leading to the street. People began running toward them from every direction. The farmers clapped loudly, agreeing with the choice. They were delighted. Nice calf. Nice little girl, too. Done a good job. =Grand =Champion! Instantly =Martha was surrounded. A man, two men, three, four crowded upon her, asking questions. A photographer quickly ran ahead, fell upon one knee, and began snapping the calf and its owner. Bang went a flash, bang bang! Behind the circle of people she saw =Kendall =Butcher and the other boys from school shouting and throwing their caps in the air. Now the men were leading her back inside the building again, asking question after question. She hesitated. Name of the farm? Why now, we just haven't any name, our farm hasn't. The =Heiskell place up =Burning =Branch a ways, that's all. She went proudly into the shed, folks making way for her, looking at her and at =Just-So with admiring eyes, calling to her in friendly, warm tones. The calf followed obediently, the blue ribbon hanging from the halter. hauled back to the windlass and let the brakes go. The cables clanked out, fathom after fathom, and the third mate checked them just before the end was reached. The men had to carry him back to his room, and =Captain =Evans himself tended to the sundry bruises and cuts, and opened a bottle of his own special brandy. Well, sir, said Mr. =Johnson feebly, grinning, she seems to be riding all right now. And just in time, the captain agreed kindly. It was a good trick. The engine failed five minutes after you'd turned it. He coughed and scratched his head and added, Tell me, mister. Where did you learn it? Mr. =Johnson coughed, and winced as a bruised rib hurt him. Well, I thought you knew, sir. It was tried by a steamer about our size in the =North =Sea, when everything else had failed. =Reed's Seamanship is very definite. And there's a note in =Cantrell's =Heavy =Weather =Notes, =Captain =Evans stuck the brandy bottle into the steward's hands, choked, You feed it to him, and fled. He felt as if he would blow a valve if he had to listen to any more. Eight days later, when they were limping into port, Mr. =Fergie entered the captain's cabin and sat on the edge of the desk. after years of work, =Gandhi had organized on a grand scale the production of cloth spun and woven by hand from cotton raised in =India. It all began in his colony. First he found a few old spinning wheels and a few old women who remembered how to spin. Then he brought the spinners to his colony to teach their skill to the residents. One of the members began to manufacture small spinning wheels. At last, with spinning wheels piled in ox carts, =Gandhi's followers went to village after village to teach people how to spin cotton yarn. At the colony itself the yarn was woven by hand into cloth, and little by little there was enough cotton cloth for millions of people. To wear homespun garments be came an act of patriotism. Many liberty loving merchant made bonfires of cloth and clothes he had imported from =England. My father always felt that members of a family should help one another. He frequently helped his daughters and in turn expected us to help him when the going was hard. His requests never were strange to him; for, being a man of great imagination, he saw a plan beautiful and whole, which might need only a little assistance here and there. But to us he seemed not always to recognize the realities. My father liked dramatic productions. Besides a good orchestra and soloists, he liked a chorus, costumes, scenery, make-up, spotlights, rehearsals, opening nights. He liked the works and he had an uncanny power of pulling a show together. He was greatly interested in the technical end of a production and quickly established a blood brotherhood with a scene painter or wig man. He admired their skill; they liked his praise and they were always willing to change this or him with a complicated ballet dance accompanied by the spirited announcement that he was a little butterfly and =Evans was a little flower. This thought darkened =Evans's outlook considerably and his inability to outsmart =Sandy's weird picket fence tactics made him no happier. =Evans's pass to his running mate was flustered, and =Sandy's big paw shot out and batted the ball to =Carrots. Thief, said =Carrots reproachfully, whirled, and shot a long court screamer to the basket. It had no business to drop through, but it did, and the =Trenton stands nearly blew up. =Sandy said calmly, If by thief, you mean a man of steel, I quite agree with you, and turned his attention to playing puss in the corner with the =Trenton =passer-in. That next quarter ran out in a whirlwind of action and a basket bombardment I've never seen equaled. There wasn't a spot =Trenton didn't shoot from, and =Ted was in there pitching them like any of the redheads. I tipped my hat to that guy. It meant going against every natural instinct he had, and you could almost see him wince every time he took a chance. But the =Terrors were pulling together like a =North =Pole dog team =Washburn's turn to set records at his work. His movements, if not so smooth as =Hopewell's, were faster. His hands flew from case to stick, and the click of the type made a staccato rhythm in the stillness. =Shucks! cried =Tom. Click went the composing rule as =Strutt moved to a new line. Then click went =Hopewell's, but he was several letters behind. Tom saw that it would be a close finish, unless one or the other had a mishap. =Hopewell was dripping with sweat. =Strutt's face was fiery red. Click, he was starting the fifth line only two words behind =Hopewell. He had already made up more than half of the handicap. Could he continue gaining on =Hopewell? At the sixth line he was still a word behind, but on the seventh they finished nearly together. At the end of the eighth =Strutt was two clicks ahead. Then he fumbled and nearly dropped the composing rule. =Hopewell spurted ahead. Click, click, click, click, click, click. The afterglow of a fiery sunset baked the office in breathless heat. =Tom found himself leaning forward with clenched hands. Click! The composing rules moved together. They must be starting the last line. What were the final words? =United =States =of =America =ROBERTS. You're a delegate, sir? =WOODSMAN. No. I came here to watch over the delegates. I want to be sure they vote the way they're supposed to. =ROBERTS. And how are the delegates of the =Western =District supposed to vote, Mr., =uh, ? =WOODSMAN. =Halloway, =Thomas =Halloway. And they're still supposed to vote against the =Constitution, and =Governor =Randolph will be paying for being a turncoat, come next election. =ROBERTS. Would you mind telling us why you're against the =Constitution, Mr. =Halloway? =WOODSMAN. You see this bullet wound in my left arm? I received it ten years ago come =September. I received it fighting to free =Virginia from the rule of =King =George. When the sea was not too rough, we were often out in the little rubber dinghy taking photographs. I shall not forget the first time the sea was so calm that two men felt like putting the balloon like little thing into the water and going for a row. They had hardly got clear of the raft when they dropped the little oars and sat roaring with laughter. And, as the swell lifted them away and they disappeared and reappeared among the seas, they laughed so loud every time they caught a glimpse of us that their voices rang out over the desolate =Pacific. We looked around us with mixed feelings and saw nothing comic but our own hairy faces; but as the two in the dinghy should be accustomed to those by now, we began to have a lurking suspicion that they had suddenly gone mad. Sunstroke, perhaps. plane comes in, could I have =Chris fly him out to town and turn him over to the police? They'll keep him on ice until I can get out to file charges. Then he added in a flat tone, He set this fire deliberately, in case you're interested. =Bob looked at him quickly. He? he began incredulously. Where is he? When I get my hands on him, =Bill's father shook his head. I feel the same way. I came near to murdering him. But you know the rules about treatment of prisoners. Don't worry. He'll get his. The three of them walked over to where =Tom was systematically spraying water over the surface of the lane, with a man, whose hands and feet were bound, crouched against a tree at his side. =Bill &&000 LYONS AND CARNAHAN (1958) GRADE 8 LYO9588T.ASC DEEDS OF MEN by Guy L. Bond SOURCE: COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE XEROX by DPH SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER July 15, 1993 &&111 calmly down to the =Springs and circled completely around it to sniff any hidden foe. Then he approached where there was no trail at all and drank. =Jo watched and wished the =Pacer would drink a hogshead of water. But the moment that the big stallion turned and sought the grass, =Jo spurred his steed. The =Pacer heard the hoofs, then saw the running horse, and did not want a nearer view. Across the flat he went, down to the south, and he kept the famous swinging gait that made his lead grow longer. Now through the dunes he went. Steadying to an even pace, he gained considerably and =Jo's too laden horse plunged through the sand. Sinking fetlock deep, it lost speed at every bound. Then came a level stretch where =Jo's mount seemed to gain, then a long decline where =Jo's horse dared not run his best, so lost at every step. =Krrr! =Krrr! Hide! Hide! cried the mother partridge in a low firm voice, and the little bits of things, scarcely bigger than acorns and but a day old, scattered a few inches apart to hide. One dived under a leaf, another between two roots, a third crawled into a curl of birch bark, a fourth into a hole, and so on, until all but one were hidden. This little partridge could find no cover. He squatted on a broad yellow chip, then lay flat and closed his eyes very tight, sure that now he was safe from being seen. The young ones ceased their frightened peeping and all was still. The mother partridge flew straight toward the dreaded beast and alighted fearlessly a few yards to one side of him. Then she flung herself on the ground, flopping as though winged and lame, oh, so dreadfully lame, and whining like a distressed puppy. Was she begging for mercy, mercy from a bloodthirsty, cruel fox? Oh, dear no! She was no fool. One hears of the cunning of the fox. Wait and see what a fool he is compared with a mother partridge. Elated at the prize so suddenly within his reach, the fox turned with a dash and caught, ! No, he didn't quite catch the bird; she flopped by chance just a foot out of reach. He followed with another jump and would have seized her this time surely, but somehow a sapling came just between them, and the partridge dragged herself awkwardly away and under a log. The great brute snapped his jaws and bounded over the log, while she, seeming a trifle less lame, made another clumsy forward spring and tumbled down a low bank. small bone. But a horse such as you or I never will see. This horse vanished from the earth one hundred thousand years ago. In this way, in =1905, one of the most important and sensational discoveries in paleontology was made. The bones which the visitor had brought to =Professor =Merriam came from the tar swamps of =Rancho =La =Brea. In the =1870's, =Major =Hancock was the owner of =Rancho =La =Brea. This ranch near =Los =Angeles was well named. =Brea is the =Spanish word for tar, and =Rancho =La =Brea had plenty of it. At many places on the ranch, black tar oozed slowly from the ground making small, sticky lakes. These lakes, or swamps, of =Rancho =La =Brea were both a help and a bother to =Major =Hancock. Cattle and chickens were forever getting stuck in the sticky stuff. During the summer when the sun made the tar especially soft, cowboys had to ride out every day to pull out the captured livestock. In spite of this inconvenience, =Major =Hancock put his swamps to good use. He found a ready market for the tar in nearby =Los =Angeles. It was excellent for patching roofs and for road building. Laborers were hired to dig up the tar and clean it of twigs, large rocks, and other objects. To clean the tar, the workers heated it in great tubs. The melted tar was poured off, leaving the residue behind. Some of the objects left behind were to become a scientific sensation. Major =Hancock and his workers regarded the objects found in the tar as a bother. The twigs and wood which The =American black bear comes in three shades, black, medium cinnamon color, and brown, but bears of any of these shades are still known as black bears. A black bear mother may give birth to bears of any or all of these colors. Black bears are clowns. They are quite bold and very curious. In spite of their awkward appearance, they can run rapidly and climb fast. It is against the park rules to tease or touch the bears. Visitors are warned not to feed them. You may feed a bear and then run out of food. He takes for granted that you are holding back and will set out to prove that he is right. You may not like to have your pockets ripped open, or your skin either, by a curious bear. Perhaps the best attended show in the park is the feeding of the bears. The feeding grounds are near the =Canyon. Large logs for seats are placed on the hillside where visitor may sit and watch the show. The pit where the bears are fed is partly enclosed by a heavy wire fence. One ranger Word quickly spread through the countryside. There was a man in =East =Aurora who would give you work doing what you wanted to do. You could also learn what you wanted to learn. Older craftsmen came by the score. No one with a worthwhile ambition was excluded. Soon the =Roycrofters were turning out an astonishing variety of products. Workers were busy hammering copper, weaving rugs and baskets, making pottery, printing and binding books. Simply as a business enterprise, all this would have been remarkable enough. But =Hubbard made =East =Aurora the cultural center he pictured it, as well. Nightly, some workers gathered to listen to music. Others studied art. The workers talked in the music room and art gallery which he provided. =Hubbard issued a standing invitation to anyone to join the =Roycrofters in these activities. So many thousands came that the railroad ran special excursion trains. =Hubbard was forced to build a hotel for prominent guests who arrived in great numbers. He could no longer accommodate them in his home. His visitors included men like =Clarence =Darrow, =Henry =Ford, =Booker =T. =Washington, and =Theodore =Roosevelt. This gave =Hubbard a chance to expound his views in his own unique way. To one group of top industrialists, he gave a lecture on the benefits of hard physical labor. Then, when he had finished, =Hubbard set them to raking leaves. Many businessmen who came to scoff went back home to change their ways of dealing with employees. Hubbard's idea that employers owed it to their workers to give them the finest things he could find. After they had made sure of his identity, the men ran forward. =Coaly-Bay cleared the fence like a deer, raced lightly over the pasture to mingle with the other horses. When the men came near him, he had, oh, such an awful limp. That settles it, said the rancher. He's a fraud, but he's a beauty, and good stuff, too. Yes, but it settles who took my garden truck, said the gardener. Well, I suppose so, was the answer. But look it here, neighbor, you haven't lost more then ten dollars in truck. That horse there is worth about a hundred. Give me twenty-five dollars, take the horse, an call it square. Not much I will, said the gardener. I'm out twenty five dollars worth of truck; the horse isn't worth a cent more. I'll take him and call it even. And so the thing was settled. The ranchman said nothing about =Coaly-Bay being vicious as well as cunning. But, the very first time the gardener tried to ride =Coaly-Bay he found out that the horse was as bad as he was beautiful. Next day a sign appeared on the gardener's gate: =The =Path of =Venus =Through the =Heavens: The following discussion of the path of =Venus through the heavens should be read and studied with the diagram on page =159. If we watch =Venus night after night with a telescope, we might observe her first as she appears low on the western horizon just as the sun sets. At this time she would appear to be a round, small disk. See point =A of the diagram. With each passing month, =Venus would appear larger and brighter as she moves steadily away from the sun as viewed from the earth. Another change is taking place, however. As =Venus grows brighter and larger, she shows less and less of her face. Compare points =A and =B. In this way =Venus is the opposite of the moon. The moon reflects the most light to the earth when full. Venus is brightest when she shows a narrow crescent that resembles the new moon when it is about five days old. By consulting the diagram you can see that =Venus, when nearly at the full phase, is approaching her farthest point from the earth. She is approaching her closest point to us when she is a narrow crescent as seen from the earth. After =Venus appears at the half moon phase point =C of the diagram, she seems to draw back toward the sun gradually. At the same time =Venus is coming closer and closer to the earth. We see her now as the bright =Evening =Star. By consulting the diagram you can see that as =Venus comes closer to the earth, her apparent diameter increases but the width of the crescent decreases. Compare points there. =Australian natives saw a giant cat's eye. =American =Indians studied the shadows and pointed out the figures of a duck, an eagle, or a toad that had hopped there to escape a wolf. Since scientists have studied the moon, the features are explained in less romantic, but in equally interesting ways. =Surveying the =Moon: The task of surveying the moon is not easy. First, there is only one side of that dusty disk turned toward the earth. To peek a =hundred miles or so beyond the rim, scientists have been able to make use of a wavering in the moon's movements called liberation. Shadows play strange tricks as the sunlight creep across the moon's surface. Mountains apparently change height, craters deepen as if by magic. It was the effect of sunlight that caused the depressions on the moon to be called craters originally. Observers believed that the craters were as deep as those of volcanoes. By using the =Palomar telescope, objects the size of the =Pentagon building in =Washington, =DC, can be seen easily on the moon's surface. What interesting facts have the powerful telescopes revealed about the surface of the =Ipoon? =The =Surface of the =Moon: There are some two hundred thousand craters dotting the surface of the moon. More than =150 of the craters are over =fifty miles across. They were named for famous astronomers, such as =Clavius, =Kepler, =Copernicus and others. The craters are distributed without They ride in the telescope, she explains. One of them sits in a little cage inside the tube at the upper end. This cage is seven stories off the ground. The astronomer's back is to the sky. He looks, not at the heavens, but at some cross hairs on a finder in front of him. He is busy taking pictures. These are not pictures of the sky directly. They are of the sky as it is reflected in the mirror. Later, these pictures are studied in =Pasadena, =130 miles away. Slowly her astonished listeners understand the size of the instrument. The telescope is so huge that a man's body inside it does not matter. His shadow is so small on the mirror that it cuts off almost no light. Like the man inside the telescope tube, the visitor sees mainly by reflection here. He carries photographs away for future study. He thinks about the future movements of man in space, which this telescope probably will see. In such thoughts, however, =Palomar takes no official part. Its scientists refuse to discuss space travel. They are even reluctant to aim the telescope at =Mars and the moon, or at any of those other beckoning new frontiers. The =200-inch telescope was designed for study of distant stars, one of them explains. Using it to study =Mars is like using a cannon to shoot a rabbit. The man most responsible for =Palomar was =Dr. =George =Ellery =Hale. He combined scientific, inventive, and business genius. With this combination of abilities, he convinced millionaires that building telescopes is a wonderful hobby. He started with smaller instruments, all famous in their the =East to study the latest hospital construction and to incorporate the best features in the venture. While the nuns spent the next years acquiring a few dollars here, a few hundred there, =Will and =Charlie =Mayo were sinking the roots that were to nourish their surgical careers. Occasional items that appeared in the =Rochester =Record and =Union of that period hint at the growing prominence of =Dr. =Will =Mayo. The following notice ran =September =7, shortly after the tornado struck: =Dr. =Will =Mayo removed a cataract from the eye of =Mrs. =Tean on =Wednesday. It was the second operation of this kind ever performed in the city. A little more than a year later, on =November =20, =1884, =Will =Mayo was married. He and his bride spent the next two months in =New =York. The doctor took advanced medical training at the =Polyclinic =Postgraduate =Medical =School. Charlie was then just three years out of high school. He was ready to begin his formal medical education in =1885. On =September =30, the =Rochester =Record and =Union carried this note: =Dr =W.W. =Mayo returned from =Chicago yesterday after seeing his son =Charles enter =Chicago =Medical =College, where he will study for three years. Dr =William =James =Mayo and his wife left today for =New =York where =Dr =Mayo will attend classes at =Polyclinic, a postgraduate school. They will be gone several months. =Dr =Will's constant quest for medical knowledge is a saga of travel in search for information. He scoured the world for new methods and techniques of surgery. He crossed the &&000 MACMILLIAN (1950) GRADE 8 MAC9508T.ASC TALES FROM HERE AND THERE by Guy L. Bond SOURCE: COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE XEORX by DPH SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER July 15, 1993 &&111 So little used are they to hear thee jest. =Gessler. Who tells thee that I jest? Grasping at a branch above his head. Here is the apple. Room there, I say! And let him take his distance, Just eighty paces, as the custom is, Not an inch more or less! It was his boast, That at a hundred he could hit his man., Now, archer, to your task, and look you miss not! =Harras. Heavens! This grows serious. Down, boy, on your knees. And beg the =Governor to spare your life. =Furst aside to =Melchthal who can scarcely restrain his indignation. Command yourself!, Be calm, I beg of you! Bertha to the =Governor. Let this suffice you, sir! It is inhuman To trifle with a father's anguish thus. Although this wretched man had forfeited Both life and limb for such a slight offense, Already has he suffered tenfold death. Send him away uninjured to his home; He'll know you well in future; and this hour He and his children's children will remember. =Gessler. Open a way there quick! Why this delay?, Your life is forfeited; I might dispatch you, And see, I graciously repose your fate Upon the skill of thine own practiced hand. No cause has he to say his doom is harsh and, lo! the sword came forth with great ease and very smoothly. And when he had got the sword into his hands, he sung it about his head so that it flashed like lightning. And after he had sung it thus thrice about his head, he set the point thereof against the face of the anvil and bore upon it very strongly, and, behold! the sword slid very smoothly back again into that place where it had before stood; and when it was there, midway deep, it stood fast where it was. And thus did =Arthur successfully accomplish that marvelous miracle of the sword in the eyes of all the world. Now when the people who were congregated at that place beheld this miracle performed before their faces, they lifted up their voices all together, and shouted so vehemently, and with so huge a tumult of outcry, that it was as though the whole earth rocked and trembled with the sound of their shouting. And while they so shouted =Arthur took hold of the sword again and drew it forth and swung it again, and again drave it back into the anvil. And when he had done that he drew it forth a third time and did the same thing as before. Thus it was that all those who were there beheld that miracle performed three times over. And all the kings and dukes who were there were filled with great amazement, and they =wist not what to think or to say when they beheld one who was little more than a boy perform that undertaking in which the best of them had failed. And some of them, seeing that miracle, were willing to acknowledge =Arthur because of it, but others would not grapevines, threw a cavernous gloom over it. To pass this bridge was the severest trial. It was at this identical spot that the unfortunate =Andre was captured, and under the covert of those chestnuts and vines were the sturdy yeomen concealed who surprised him. This has ever since been considered a haunted stream, and fearful are the feelings of the schoolboy who has to pass it alone after dark. As he approached the stream his heart began to thump. He summoned up, however, all his resolution, gave his horse half a score of kicks in the ribs, and attempted to dash briskly across the bridge; but instead of starting forward, the perverse old animal made a side movement and ran broad side against the fence. =Ichabod, whose fears increased with the delay, jerked the reins on the other side and kicked lustily with the contrary foot. It was all in vain; his steed started, it is true, but it was only to plunge to the opposite side of the road into a thicket of brambles and alder bushes. The schoolmaster now bestowed both whip and heel upon the starveling ribs of old =Gunpouder, who dashed forward, snuffling and snorting, but came to a stand just by the bridge with a suddenness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over his head. Just at this moment a =plashy tramp by the side of the bridge caught the sensitive ear of Ichabod. In the dark shadow of the grove on the margin of the brook he beheld something huge, misshapen, black, and towering. It stirred not, but seemed gathered up in the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to spring upon the traveler. The hair of the affrighted pedagogue rose upon his head with terror. What was to be done? To turn and fly was now And dark in the dark old inn yard a stable wicket creaked Where =Tim the hostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say, One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to you by moonlight, though hell should bar the way. He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight! Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the =West. by =John =E =Williamson, who has been a photographer and collector of undersea life. If you are interested in learning how treasure is salvaged from sunken ships, then =Ocean =Gold, by =Edward =Ellsberg is the book for you; but if you would rather find out about how pearls are obtained, then you will want to read =Pearl =Lagoon, a story about a boy's experiences on a pearl fishing cruise. The author is =Charles =B =Nordhoff =THINGS =TO =DO Make a collection of books, poems, articles, short stories, and pictures about life on and under the surface of the sea. Study the development of ships and shipping from the earliest days until now. How does the =Mayflower, in which the =Pilgrim =Fathers came to =America, compare with the ocean liners of today? Bring in any models of boats or ships you can make or secure. The famous =American clipper ships are especially interesting. Find out all you can about deep-sea diving. Describe a divers equipment and tell how it is that a diver is able to stay under water for a long time. If possible, bring in pictures to illustrate. What are some of the best deep-sea diving records? What dangers do deep-sea divers face and what safety measures are necessary in this work? Possibly your school can borrow some motion pictures or slides showing life under the surface of the sea. Make an alphabetic list, by authors, of fine books of adventure, books about life at sea, about pirates, mutineers, sea fights, about shipwrecks, desert islands, etc. Make, also, an alphabetic list, by authors, of poems about the sea. quarter, my total wealth, =Madam, not including a hopeful temperament, a stout heart and more or less brain. He smiled at her. =Mrs. =Randall smiled back. She had made up her mind that she liked this young man and would help him if she could. Are you looking for a job ? she asked. Yes, =Ma'am, I am indeed, =Harte answered. I'm aiming to go anywhere that wants a school teacher, or an apothecary's clerk, or a printer, or an expressman, or even a newspaper writer. In return, I'm hoping for the offer of three meals a day, a place to sleep, and any small dole in honest money, be it no more than a poke of gold dust. Is this too much to ask of =El =Dorado? Not too much, perhaps, she answered, but I've heard about a different kind of job. She hesitated a moment, and then asked abruptly, Can you shoot? Startled, he gazed at her. She waited his answer. Shoot? Well, I've shot ducks in the =tule swamps, he said at last. Oh! I was thinking that the stage that comes through here every evening on its way to =Sonora needs an express messenger. The young man who had the job got shot through the arm two, three days ago, and they've not been able to find another. They pay twenty-five a week and your keep. You'd have to be spry with the packages, and know how to use a pistol, I've fired a pistol, young =Harte interrupted eagerly. Not at any one, you understand, but just fired it. Is, is there a lot of that to do, =Madam ? =Congress had given him a medal, of honor, and all men regarded him with respect. As I look back and remember his stories, I think he must have been the most modest man I have ever known. Certainly he never thought of himself as a hero. He would accept no pension. I'm able bodied. I can work, can't I ? he would say. But, alas, he was not really able-bodied. He had been grievously wounded several times, and in =1895, when fetched and carried for him and sat at his feet, it was pitiful to see his valiant efforts to fork hay on the wagon or do the other farming tasks which require muscular strength. He was thin and bent, but his face was brown and clean and his blue eyes bright and indomitable. My father employed =Mr. =Hardy whenever there was work to give him, and treated him, I did not, at that time, know why, differently from the other hired men. He was poor, he lived alone, he was unsuccessful, and in =New =England then we rated people by their comparative success. But he worked stoutly and asked no favors of anyone. It was generally conceded that =Mr. =Hardy, if a failure, was nevertheless a good man. I remember the last day I served him. I brought him his dinner in a basket, cold meat ='n potatoes, ='n bread ='n butter, ='n cold coffee, ='n pie. He was seated in the shade of an oak tree, leaning against a stack of hay. I put the food down beside him and sat down, hugging my knees and rocking back and forth. It was pleasant there, with the smell of the hay and the drone of the bees, and the good, warm feeling of the earth. The breast, as my landlord had told me, rose sheer from the water to the height of at least twenty-five feet, bristling and formidable. Back of it pressed the volume of logs packed closely in an inextricable tangle as far as the eye could reach. A crew of =forty or =fifty men were at work. They clamped their =peaveys to the reluctant timbers, heaved, pushed, slid, and rolled them one by one into the current, where they were caught and borne away. They had been doing this for a week. As yet their efforts had made but slight impression on the bulk of the jam, but at some time, with patience, they would reach the key logs. Then the tangle would melt in the freshet like sugar, and the workers would have to escape suddenly over the plunging logs to shore. The words were torn away by the wind, but the old man heard the sound of her voice. It's too done up to walk, he shouted. Hold the lantern up! Shall I give you a hand? Hey ? She bent down and shouted. Shall I give you a hand ? No! I can manage! She saw him bend and pick up the animal. Grasping the shawl against the gale that would pluck it away, she went beside him, holding the lantern high. Go easy, =Dan, now, she said. Oh, poor, poor thing! She ran ahead of him to open the door. Panting, the old man struggled in. The two old people brought =Lassie into the warmth of the hearth and laid her on the rug. They stood back a moment, looking at her. Lassie lay with eyes closed. I doubt it'll live ='till the morn, the man said. Well, that's no reason to stand there. We can at least try. Get your wet things off, quick, =Dan, or I'll have you down, too. Look at it shiver, it isn't dead. Get that sack from the bottom o the cupboard, =Dan, and dry it off some. Awkwardly the old man bent, rubbing the dog's drenched coat. She's awful mucky, =Dally, he said. Your nice clean hearth rug will be all muddied up. Then there'll be a job for you shaking it out in the morning, she answered tartly. I wonder if we could feed it? =Paul had been accompanied westward by most of the men who had been with him in =Maine. There were the =Seven =Axmen, the =Little =Chore =Boy, and the faithful =Ole. Then, in addition, there were such famous loggers as =Chris =Cross haul, =Hardjaw =Murphy, =Windy =Night, =Red-Nose =Jack and =Blue-Nose =Mack, =Shot =Gunderson, =Handy =Hank, =Brimstone =Bill, and a whole host of others, mighty workers, every one of them, and all as proud as pouter pigeons to be working for such a boss as =Paul =Bunyan. Both =Babe and =Willie, the =Big =Blue =Ox and the =Little =Blue =Ox, came along, too, following close on their master's heels all the way and carrying on their backs all the tools, supplies, and other property that was to be used in the new camp. Some historians think that =Paul also moved all his camp buildings to the =Dakotas; but that was probably done on one of his later moves, as the biggest building from his =Maine camp would hardly have been big enough even for a tool house in his =Red =River =Camp, after that got going full blast. Paul left his old camp in =Maine very early in the morning. Because he was anxious to get located in his new camp, he hurried along at quite a fast pace, so that he arrived on the banks of what was afterwards called the =Red =River along about sunset of that afternoon. Most of his men kept up with him pretty well, but some of the stragglers didn't arrive until the next morning. Paul saw at once that he would be able to work very fast in clearing off this level land. These pines must be a new variety, he said to =Ole, the =Big =Swede. I have never seen &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN AND COMPANY (GRADE 8) SCO9478T.ASC WONDERS AND WORKERS by William S. Gray, et.al. SOURCE: COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE XEROX by DPH SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER July 17, 1993 &&111 to turn the stone into money. But how to get to him in safety? I thought of the agonies I had gone through in coming from the hotel. I might at any moment be seized and searched, and there would be the stone in my waistcoat pocket. I was leaning against the wall at the time, and looking at the geese which were waddling about round my feet, and suddenly an idea came into my head which showed me how I could beat the best detective that ever lived. My sister had told me some weeks before that I might have the pick of her geese for a =Christmas present. I would take my goose now, and in it I would carry my stone to =Kilburn. There was a little shed in the yard, and behind this I drove one of the birds, a fine big one, white, with a barred tail. I caught it, and, prying its bill open, I thrust the stone down its throat as far as my finger could reach. The bird gave a gulp, and I felt the stone pass along its gullet In dozens of other ways =Roentgen's discovery has been found valuable, but its greatest service has been rendered in the field of medicine and surgery. Because he is able to take pictures of the patient's interior organs, the surgeon has an unerring guide as he proceeds in his work of performing operations. It is safe to say that there is not a decently equipped hospital in the whole world without its X-ray department, and the ever increasing accuracy with which surgeons can operate is very largely due to the assistance afforded by X-ray examinations. It is not surprising that great honors came to =Roentgen during the later years of his life. Governments one after another decorated him, and many universities conferred degrees upon him. Great cities named boulevards after him, and his laboratory became a =Roentgen museum. He had the rare distinction of having a monument erected to him during his lifetime. The forty thousand dollars he received with the =Nobel prize in =1901, he donated to a society in his native land for the encouragement of scientific research. Never once was he known to have shown any desire to become rich, and he persistently refused to profit financially from his discovery. He was grateful that he had been the means of increasing human happiness, and he wished to present his discovery, free, to all humanity. =Roentgen lived to be almost =seventy-eight years of age. He died at a village suburb of =Munich, on =February =10, =1923. Monuments of stone and bronze commemorate his worth, but the greatest of all memorials are the countless sufferers whose pain has been lightened by the treatment which his discovery made possible. measurements of the world's largest active volcano, to be unable to return safely for lack of gas would be a humiliating anticlimax indeed! I wondered what =Dorbandt was going to do. =Larison, wisely, remained silent. Then =Dorbandt made up his mind. Climb in, he ordered briskly, and we obeyed. A wind was blowing from the crater rim above us toward the erupting pits. In an airplane, just as a head wind impedes flying progress and a tail wind helps it along, so an updraft pushes the plane up. The wind that poured over the rim in a downdraft naturally went across the crater and rushed out of the other side in a strong updraft. For an experienced aviator like =Dorbandt this phenomenon seemed made to order. He headed straight for the opposite wall near the steam rising from the active pits. At first I thought he would crash into the cliff. But he was feeling for the updraft, and presently he got its lift, perilously close, it seemed to me, to the jutting rocks. With a surge the plane shot straight up several hundred feet. When the helpful gust of wind died away, =Dorbandt turned on his wing tip without losing elevation and dashed straight into the column of steam. The rising air took the plane along with it. A few such maneuvers and the last spurt sent us shooting out over the top of the crater. Look! exclaimed =Dorbandt triumphantly, pointing to the clock. It's just three minutes from the time we took off from the lake in the bottom of that volcano! Yes, the volcano itself had literally belched us forth, and we still had seventeen minutes of gasoline left, enough to reach the =Bering =Sea and refuel with the aid of a friendly fishing boat! descending slope of the ground, it was hard going. The tangle of vines and brush grew constantly denser, and fallen trees blocked the path. Before them the woods seemed impenetrable. Sam, stopping to clamber over a ridge of rock, stared in dismay at what lay ahead. Do you see that hemlock thicket? he asked. If they went through there, we'll have to quit. It's the sort of place where you wriggle on your belly and cut your way with a knife. But the tracks turned to the left at the edge of the hemlock growth, skirting the thicket to the south. Suddenly the boys stopped in bewilderment. Beside a huge fallen log the tracks joined a maze of others, and a half dozen deer trails converged at the spot, leading from as many different directions. These tracks go both ways, said =Sam. And some of them are days old. Look, here's where =Old =Scar-Back came once before. What do you reckon this is, some sort of meeting place? =Breck looked about carefully. I've got it, he said at last. Hold on, don't go too near that log. We don't want to leave our scent all over the place. Why not? asked =Sam. Because we're coming back here, and so are the deer, he answered. I'll bet you right now that there's a place in the middle of these hemlocks where they sleep. I wouldn't have guessed it except that I saw a mark in the snow, there on the top of the log. A doe jumped over it and didn't lift her feet quite high enough. One of them flicked the snow off and left a groove. She must have landed or taken off right in the thicket. Lift me up and let me look over on the other side. boy, bolder than the rest, flicked a handful of the powder into his face. =Splutter, =splutter, and =Stas was on the warpath. He grabbed at a luckless youth nearby and, pushing the boy aside, set the cooks and scullions to work preparing the meal. The sun was low when the rough table was spread with smoking dishes, and the castle guards seated themselves on the long benches and began to pick out the best morsels with their short knives. A choice meal in covered silver dishes was taken upstairs to =Stefan, =Elzbietka, their attendants, and the captain of the guard. It grew dark. Torches were lighted in the narrow corridors; the high candles flamed in the great rooms. The musicians touched their lutes; while, from below, the wail of a bagpipe told of merriment in the kitchen. But suddenly there came to the guards ears the noise of horses galloping. So soon returned ? asked a guardsman, laying down his knife. They are riding hard, said another guard, rising quickly. But a third soldier had risen with face white as snow in the red glare of the torches. By heavens, that is not the tread of =Polish horses! Those horses are light. The men ride light. And at that, all were up in an instant, pale as their comrade, as a terrible scream rang out in the night. =Tartars! Surely that was the death cry of a watchman surprised at the drawbridge. To arms! and the soldiers thundered out into the courtyard, seizing up their armor as they ran. transfusions, =Doctor =Robertson began pumping stored blood into their veins. When it was all over, he sat down and wrote this report to the =British =Medical =Journal: The blood used for transfusions had been kept for periods varying up to twenty-six days. The effect of transfusion with preserved blood was fully as striking as that observed after the giving of freshly drawn blood. There was the same marked improvement in color; the pulse became slower and stronger; and the blood pressure showed an increase of twenty to forty points. Other doctors and scientists continued the study of blood transfusion, slowly solving the many difficulties. Among these students was Dr. =Max =M. =Strumia, who had fought with the =Italian armies through the =First =World =War and then had emigrated to the =United =States. His experiments on rabbits paved the way for the use of plasma in performing transfusions on human beings. The experiments by Dr. =Strumia and others proved that plasma could be used without causing convulsions in people, and that large amounts could be given safely. The next discovery made by Dr. =Strumia was that plasma could be frozen just like a cake of ice. The plasma could be stored indefinitely that way. On =March =17, =1934, a twelve year old boy was brought to =Bryn =Mawr =Hospital, at =Bryn =Mawr, =Pennsylvania, where Dr. =Strumia had carried on his work. The boy was suffering from mastoiditis and a blood stream infection. His temperature was =107'4 degrees and death seemed imminent. Dr. =Percival =Nicholson tried transfusions of whole blood, but for some reason the blood clotted in the veins, and red blood farther across the two mile valley the choked stream spread. Soon it became apparent that the bridge over the =White =River would have to span more than two miles of treacherous ice. Even the ponderous pile driver couldn't pound logs through that frozen water and through the frozen gravel beneath it. The men tried to blast the stream bed with dynamite. They poured on precious diesel fuel and set it afire. They tried high pressure streams of water. They even clawed at the icebound surface with hand chisels and sledge hammers. But the results of their labors were scarcely visible, and with every day the really cold weather was getting closer and closer. Finally the air compressors arrived on the job, and to the relief of every man in the unit, their rattling drills ripped through even this toughest of tough assignments. Now the piles could be it, and at last another bridge was ready for service. In the meantime word came through that the contractors who were working up beyond =Big =Delta had finished the stretch of road from that small town south to =Tanana =Crossing. And on =September =25 another gap time out before thousands of people in a big arena. I was just as frightened as =Copper. But I didn't show it. Neither did he. We walked to the center of the arena and stood steady, waiting for the nod from the stock horse judge. Time to show. I loosened the reins a trifle and said a quick prayer. Please don't let him break at the turn. He didn't. We loped a perfect figure eight, and =Shiny =Pants used the same hoofprints when he did it the second time. Good horse, I whispered. You're a good horse. We walked to the end of the arena, turned, and ran full length for the called stop. Copper whistled the wind past my ears. The judge lifted his hand, but =Rodney threw back a door in the top of the rocket. Why not? It's perfectly safe. We crowded past him and peered in. The interior looked large enough for a medium sized person to squeeze into. It was lined with leather upholstering which I remembered having seen on an old buggy at the =Redman place some time before. It took me two months to build it, =Rodney said proudly, just working in my spare time, of course. Mr. =Jackson at the garage cut the metal and did the riveting for me. I had been studying =Rodney's rocket with more than a little interest. What, I asked, is going to propel this thing? =Rodney smiled that superior smile of his and put a finger to his lips. We'll come to that in good time. Now, what I want you fellows to do is to help me lift it onto this incline. Gingerly we got our arms around the smooth, slippery surface and carried the rocket to the incline. For all its size, it was surprisingly light in weight. We had just rested it gently in place when =Harry, who had been holding up the rear portion, suddenly let out a weird yell. =Ow-w ! he cried; something burned me! He began rubbing his hands together briskly. I reached out and touched the back of the thing cautiously, as Mother touches her electric iron to see if it is hot. You're off your noggin! I exclaimed. This thing's as cool as a cucumber. I tell you something burned me, insisted =Harry. Friction, explained =Rodney hurriedly. That's all, just friction. You let it slide out of your hands too fast. =Harry leered at his studious schoolmate and sucked his fingers, moaning softly to himself. &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN AND COMPANY (GRADE 8) SCO9578T.ASC NO TITLE by William S. Gray, et.al. XEROX by DPH SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER July 18, 1993 &&111 invisible himself, he got more and more nervous. He kept imagining that at any moment =Jimmy might jump out at him from some dark corner and scare him into fits. Finally he got so jittery that he went back to the cellar and hid in the coal bin all night. The following days were just as bad for the ghost. Several times he tried to scare =Jimmy's aunt while she was working, but she didn't scare worth a cent, and twice =Jimmy managed to sneak up on him and appear suddenly with a loud yell, frightening him dreadfully. He was, I suppose, rather timid even for a ghost. He began to look quite haggard. He had several long arguments with =Jimmy's aunt, in which he wept and appealed to her sympathy, but she was firm. If he wanted to live there, he would have to pay rent, just like anybody else. There was the abandoned =Miller farm two miles up the road. Why didn't he move there? When the house was all in apple pie order, =Jimmy's aunt went down to the village to see a Mr and Mrs =Whistler, who were living at the hotel because they couldn't find a house to move into. She told them about the old house, but they said, No, thank you. We've heard about that house. It's haunted. I'll bet, they said, you wouldn't dare spend a night there. She told them that she had spent the last week there, but they evidently One morning in =1933 an engineer visiting =Chicago decided to drop in on a friend who ran a clock making factory. He found his friend hard at work in a cluttered corner behind some packing boxes. Before the man sat an incredible collection of wires, tubes, and wheels. What on earth are you doing? asked the engineer. Don't look so startled, replied the friend. I'm inventing a musical instrument. The engineer laughed. Are you serious? I didn't think you could read a note of music. I can't even carry a tune, said the inventor. But this creation of mine, if it works, should bring about a revolution in music. Little did the clock manufacturer realize the truth of his words. Within twenty years his invention was to be in general use on radio and =TV programs. Its mighty chords were to echo and re-echo in =New =York's =Yankee =Stadium, =Chicago's =Soldier =Field, and =Los =Angeles' =Hollywood =Bowl. Millions of people in the world's churches and cathedrals were to sing hymns and worship by its music. And in tens of =Ann did not want to add another worry to her father's already heavy burden, but she was a truthful girl. It's =Ma and =Kate. A storm is brewing, and they aren't back. They will come soon, her father said. It isn't far to the meadow, and they will want to cut as much swale grass as possible. You must not be so apprehensive, daughter. There is no more than common danger here. =Ann did not answer. How could she tell him that the whole =Indiana country was fearful, the dark crowding forest, so silent, so encircling, this strange home, so different from the one she had loved. The man went on, This is a good country, =Ann. Before long, others will come, and then we'll have neighbors. Soon there will be a school, a church, and even a town. Back home we already had all that, said the unhappy girl. =Ann, isn't it something to be the first one, a builder in a new place? =James =Kennedy's eyes were aglow. To make a home, a town, a state, and then a nation out of what was wilderness! First a cabin, then a field and pasture, woodlot and orchard Orchard! =Ann caught the word. Those little switches that you said =Johnny =Appleseed gave you! It will take years for them to bear. Back home I could have an apple right now. going over the next day's route on a =Braille map showing a part of the city. Between times, playing the piano or singing, and playing games with cards or dominoes in =Braille. After a week or so of downtown trips, there came increasingly complicated routes. The students now worked in pairs with their dogs. This was fun! Waiting for each other at the curb, and enjoying the companionship of facing challenges together. Into buildings, out of buildings. Down into subways, up onto platforms for the elevated trains. Spills and pick ups. Stubbed toes and banged elbows. And in the evenings, back at the school, gales of laughter as they compared their experiences. I've got me a =New =Jersey mosquito bite! cried =Mack =Nelson, a boy from =Utah. Feel that bump? I walked =spang into a telephone pole today. I don't know, =Roy, =Don said dubiously. =Danny might get mad at us. We wouldn't want that. But =Don I insisted, five players working together are bound to be better than one player working alone. =O.K., =Don agreed. We'll try it. We've got to do something. But I could see that he wasn't very enthusiastic about my scheme. Our next game was the following =Saturday. We were playing the =Badgers, a team that was sponsored by =Britton's =Coal =Yard. The =Badgers were three goals ahead before =Don passed the word around to start freezing =Danny out of the plays. He had been playing his usual solitary game and we had scored only one goal in the first period. We just couldn't win the game that way. So, during the entire second period, the five of us shuttled the puck among ourselves, never once passing it over to =Danny. The score rose and became =4'2. But it was the =Badgers who were ahead. As we rested up for the last period of the game, =Danny gave each of us a glowering look. We weren't fooling him, I was sure. Nice going, fellows, he said. I've only been left without the puck about three-fourths of the time! =His brown eyes snapped angrily. I fully expected him to retaliate by picking up his puck wide woody dell, along which raves a large brook among broken rocks and trunks of fallen trees. Over a deep part of the stream, not far from the church, was formerly thrown a wooden bridge; the road that led to it and the bridge itself were thickly shaded by overhanging trees, which cast a gloom about it even in the daytime but occasioned a fearful darkness at night. This was one of the favorite haunts of the headless horseman and the place where he was most frequently encountered, according to the tales. =Brom =Bones had joined the group and made light of the =Galloping =Hessian. He affirmed that on returning one night from the neighboring as himself. mid village he had been overtaken by this midnight trooper; that he had offered to race with him and should have won, for =Daredevil beat the goblin horse all hollow; but just as they came to the church bridge the =Hessian bolted and vanished in a flash of fire. This tale and the others sank deep in the mind of =Ichabod. The revel now gradually broke up. The old farmers gathered together their families in their wagons; some of the damsels mounted on pillions behind their favorite swains. Gradually the late scene of noise and was all silent and deserted. Ichabod only lingered behind to have a =tete-a- =tete with the heiress, fully convinced very soon; but =Jo, who didn't care much for girls or girlish gossip, stood about with her back carefully against the wall and felt as much out of place as a colt in a =nower garden. Half a dozen jovial lads were talking about skates in another part of the room, and she longed to go and join them, for skating was one of the joys of her life. She telegraphed her wish to =Meg, but the eyebrows went up so alarmingly that she dared not stir. No one came to talk to her, and one by one the group near her dwindled away until she was left alone. She could not roam about and amuse herself, for the burnt breadth would show; so she stared at people rather forlornly until the dancing began. =Meg was asked at once, and the tight slippers tripped about so briskly that none would have guessed the pain their wearer suffered smilingly. =Jo saw a big red headed youth approaching her corner; and, fearing he meant to engage her, she slipped into a curtained recess, intending to peep and enjoy herself in peace. Unfortunately, another bashful person had chosen the same refuge. As the curtain fell behind her, =Jo found herself face to face with the =Laurence boy who lived with his grandfather in the big house next door to the =Marches. Even as =Jo prepared to back out as speedily as she had bounced in, she =Phineas =Taylor =Barnum, inventive =Yankee and natural showman, was tired, for the time being, of a showman's career. Though he had made money through his =American =Museum and the different freaks he exhibited, people were fond of calling him a humbug. Well, he would show them he was not a humbug but an educator who could coin money in the most approved fashion by elevating the public taste. He would bring =Jenny =Lind, the =Swedish =Nightingale, to =America. It was a stupendous idea. But the idea was not enough. He must do more. The rank and file in the cities of the =United =States did not even know who =Jenny =Lind was. The cultivated person who read the =European news in the daily papers knew, of course, all about this wonderful =Swedish singer. But it was the average man who must want to see and hear the fabulous singer. =Jenny =Lind had the city. But if the gauge reading at =Sacramento crept up to =28'5, and on toward =29, he must act. With water slopping at the levee top, any gust of wind might mean disaster to the city. His telephone rang. =Sacramento gauge at =26'1, said a voice. The =General muttered, =Up two tenths in an hour; can't stand that long! Thinking of the cloudburst over the foothill country and of the additional water now rushing down the =American toward =Sacramento, he shook his head. Throughout the day, hour by hour, the =Flood-Control =Coordinator received gauge readings from the rivers, made calculations, issued warnings and reports. By telephone he gave news and advice to countless panicky ranchers and businessmen. From time to time, he cast an anxious glance at the map on his wall. During the night, when =Friday passed into =Saturday, he did not consider the question of bed. As he looked from his office windows, he felt a curious sense of unreality. The storm was over. The full moon was brilliant; street lights shone on dry asphalt. But for the =General the crisis was not passed. The water level in the rivers stood far above the valley floor, high as the eaves of the cottages in the river towns, high as the second story windows in =Sacramento. that encircled the house. =Tod listened expectantly, but all he could hear was the whine of a mosquito near his head and the rustle of the palm fronds above. =Jarvis remarked in a loud tone, I hope he hasn't already gone to bed. He started up the steps. =Captain =Jarvis? A voice, none too cordial, reached them from the screen door. My captain will attend to the papers. He has the cargo receipt ready for your signature. =Jarvis halted. This is merely a social call, =Williamson. I didn't want to miss a chance to set foot on shore. I see. A tall, blurred figure behind the screen moved slightly. But isn't it cooler on your ship Not cool enough on the ship to speak about, Mr =Williamson. The captain was playing a part, =Tod realized. They must ignore the planter's lack of cordiality and make an attempt to meet him on a friendly basis. My third mate, Mr =Williamson, =Tod =Moran. If you're sure we're not intruding. Oh, not at all. The planter spoke quickly, as if aware for the first time of his laggard welcome. Come in. He threw open the screen door. =Jarvis led the way. =Williamson waved them to large rattan chairs and lighted a kerosene lamp on a table.