&&000 Sounds of a Young Hunter Bill Martin, Jr. WIN9665T.ASC Holt, Rinehart, and Winston Grade 5 1967 &&111 Of all the hunting animals that roam the woods, the cleverest is the red fox. One of the most amazing signs of his cleverness is the fact that he can live and grow fat within the limits of towns and even big cities. I was driving into =KansasCity along =USHighway50 one morning during the rush hour when I first spotted my fox. He was a magnificent dog-fox, standing on an embankment watching the cars whiz by. He stood firmly on his black legs, ears pointed, sniffing the air. The wind rippled his red coat and his long, silver-tipped tail. Every time thereafter that I drove by the place where I had first seen my fox, I looked carefully for him. Go back up along the side of the hill and give the slip to =Mr. =Larkin. As =Jack struggled up the sidewalk pulling his racer, he saw the =SilverMeteor, number =15 whizzing by. He turned and watched =Jim =Martin guide the Meteor to a finish at the =475 yard mark, a new record! It isn't fair, he thought. =Jim's father was a mechanic, and he had built the =SilverMeteor for =Jim out of light, shiny metal, while the other boys had built their racers from soap boxes, cheese boxes and anything else they could get hold of. He felt like complaining to =Mr. =Larkin. Then he clamped his jaw tight. No, he wouldn't say anything. He'd just beat that smart-aleck =Jim when he raced against him. She bought everything she had thought of, as well as a beautiful and luxurious mirror. When she had everything she wanted, she dressed up and she held up her beautiful mirror and looked at her beautiful self. She said, Now I am ready, and she went out on the street wearing all her new things. As she went along, she met some very nice-looking lambs, and she said to the nicest one, Dear little lamb, will you do me the very great favor of telling me how I look? He said, Why you look very nice, my dear little ant. Oh, well, do you know I would like to get married, and this is why I have dressed up? Wouldn't you like to marry me? If you like, said the lamb, we will get married. Very well, said the ant. Their feathers are growing thicker and thicker. They will make me a fine feather bed when winter comes. By and by the nights began to grow cold. The red flannel blanket was so full of holes that it did not keep the =LittleOldWoman warm. She shivered all night long. Winter will soon he here, she thought. It is high time I plucked the geese and made my feather bed. The next morning she went out to pluck the geese. How warm and contented they look, said the =LittleOldWoman. They will be cold if I pluck their feathers. Maybe if I cut the holes out of the red blanket, it will be warm enough for me. But when she fetched her scissors and cut the holes out of the red blanket, the holes were still there. In fact, they were bigger than ever. In black and white her boldness made her uneasy again. Would he even answer a letter from a little girl? He must have a lot to do right now, getting people to vote for him. And there surely would be many letters from grownups for him to read and to answer. She wrote: She stopped again. She would have to get to the point soon, or he would not even finish reading her letter and would never know her good advice. But two of them, she thought, don't have any whiskels, and then suddenly she knew, and from now on the writing went fast, without much worry about punctuation; the safest way was to leave out anything you didn't know. Well, one day =UncleBear says, We'll have a feast and eat up the pot of honey and the big cheese, and we'll ask =FatherGoat over to help us. That suited the =GreatRedFox well enough, so off he went to the storehouse to fetch the pot of honey and the cheese; as for =UncleBear he went to ask =FatherGoat to come and help them eat up the good things. See, now, says the =GreatRedFox to himself, the pot of honey and the big cheese belong together, and it is a pity to part them. So down he sat without more ado, and when he got up again, the cheese was all inside of him. When he came home again there was =FatherGoat toasting his toes at the fire and waiting for supper; and there was =UncleBear on the back doorstep sharpening the breadknife. Hi! says the =GreatRedFox, and what are you doing here, =FatherGoat? I am just waiting for supper, and that is all, says =Father =Goat. And where is =UncleBear? says the =GreatRedFox. He is sharpening the bread knife,says =FatherGoat. Yes, says the =GreatRedFox, and when he is through with that,he is going to cut your tail off. Dear, dear! but =FatherGoat was in a great fright; that house was no place for him, and he could see that with one eye shut; off he marched, as though the ground was hot under him. As for the =GreatRedFox, he went out to =UncleBear; That was a pretty body you asked to take supper with us, says he; here he has marched off with the pot of honey and the big cheese, and we may sit down and whistle over an empty table between us. When =UncleBear heard this,he did not tarry, I can tell you; up he got and off he went after =FatherGoat. Stop! stop! he bawled, let me have a little at least. They had as gay a =Halloween as anyone could wish. A wisp of smoke was still coming from the crooked chimney when they came to the witch's house. Ah, said =Tomson, there'll be the scrapings of the pot, after all, it's hungry work enjoying oneself. All I want is a comfortable corner, said the broom. I shall be stiff tomorrow, said he, but one cannot have a holiday for nothing. Then they pushed open the creaking door and went in. The witch was nodding by the fire, and there at her feet sat the little stray cat. =Miau! cried =Tomson, for he was never more surprised in his life. There, there, said the witch, she smelt the broth as all the others did, so why shouldn't she come in? And she scraped out the pot and set their supper before the After you! said =Tomson politely. You're very kind, said the little cat. When they had finished their supper, they sat down by the fire. I was dreadfully frightened One time there was an old woman and an old man and a little girl and a little boy, and a pet squirrel sittin' up on the fireboard. And one day the old woman wanted to bake some biscuits but she didn't have no =sody, so she sent the little boy off to the store for some =sodysallyraytus. The little boy he went trottin' on down the road =Sody, =sody, =sody =sallyraytus! The =Gnome I saw a =Gnome As plain as plain Sitting on top Of a weathervane. He was dressed like a crow In silky black feathers, And there he sat watching All kinds of weathers. He talked like a crow too, =Cawcawcaw, When he told me exactly What he saw, Snow to the north of him Sun to the south, And he spoke with a beaky Kind of a mouth. But he wasn't a crow, That was plain as plain =Cause crows never sit On a weathervane. What I saw was simply A usual gnome Looking things over On his way home. I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us, don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! A tin can half-full of water hung over the fire, and soon the water began to boil. One of the two shadows picked up something from a small pile on the ground and threw it into the can. =Ol' piece of rubber, muttered the shadow. There was a splash as the other shadow threw something into the can. Red pepper, muttered the second shadow, a feminine shadow by its voice. Another splash, and another, followed by mutterings from the shadows. Piece of =ol' fish. Awfully =ol' egg. Rotten onion. Pop's =ol' pipe. A good many evil-tasting things splashed into the can, ending with a gurgle and a muttered, Coal oil from the lamp There was a deep silence for a time as the awful mixture boiled. Then came a whisper. Reckon it's ready? =Yeh. Say, what if she doesn't take some first. Oh, she always does, just to show us it isn't so bad. Well, maybe she'll stop making us take tonics after she tastes this. =Yeh. The fire was ground out. The two shadows took the can and left the clearing, slipping down the shore and up the gangplank to the houseboat. All was silent and calm again in the woods. There was a small splashing in the cabin as if someone had poured something into a pan. Then the only sounds were the frogs' shrill and a soft muffled snore from =Pop. The cowboy's gun, like his costume, was not fancy. It was almost always a simple and sturdy =45 caliber =Colt revolver with an eight-inch barrel and a chamber that held six bullets. Only the rich man or the professional gunman carried nickel-plated revolvers with pearl or ivory handles. Cow punching actually began in old =Mexico. =Vaqueros, or herdsmen, had been riding herd on longhorns in Mexico for a hundred years before the cattle industry moved north. Many herdsmen came north for jobs, and soon were teaching =American pioneers on the plains of =Texas how to herd cattle. It was then that the cowboy was born. The cowboy, therefore, got most of his customs and paraphernalia from the =Mexican herdsman. The cowboy's chaps, for instance, came from the leather overalls which the =Mexicans called =chaparreras. 00000 000 GINN READERS 1970 & 1973 5TH GRADE GIN9695T.ASC 00000 000 LEVEL 12 --ON THE EDGE (NO AUTHOR ON COVER) "TOUGH" 00000 000 TRANSCRIBED BY DPH MAR 83 STRATIFIED SRS BEGINNING 00000 000 39-8; 59-8; 115-6; 148-5; 218-6; 284-1; 314-4; 373-4; 00000 000 395-1; 441-3. 00001 111 This is =HenryReed of =HenryReed's baby-sitting service, I told her. 00002 111 I'm calling for Mrs =Wittenberg and it's very important that I get 00003 111 in touch with him. Is there some place I can call him? I'm afraid 00004 111 there isn't. He asked me to call Mrs =Wittenberg and say that he 00005 111 wouldn't be home until =six-thirty or a quarter to seven. I went 00006 111 outside and mowed the little patch of lawn while I thought about 00007 111 this. Mrs =Whittenberg was going to get home before he did, and when 00008 111 she found nothing had been done and there was nothing to cook, she'd 00009 111 be really upset. She was nervous about the whole visit anyhow. 00010 111 =FreddyMuldoon was able to get five dollars for an old telescope, 00011 111 and =Henry traded some of his father's shaving cream for flash bulbs 00012 111 and camera film. We kept =DinkyPoore's mother pretty busy making 00013 111 cakes and pies; but we didn't make much money on this venture, 00014 111 because =Dinky and =Freddy would eat up most of the profit. They 00015 111 also drank too much lemonade, and after the first day =Jeff wouldn't 00016 111 let them run the stand any more. By this time several of the 00017 111 reporters had made camp on the same island the hunters had been on, 00018 111 and rented some high-powered motorboats. They were determined to 00019 111 get close enough to the monster to get some good pictures. 00020 111 =Stormalong specialized in potatoes. During his first growing season 00021 111 the whole countryside dried up. It didn't rain for six weeks. The 00022 111 little spring that fed the horse trough gave only enough water 00023 111 for the stock. There was not an extra drop with which to irrigate 00024 111 the crops. Then old =Stormalong went to work. He labored over those 00025 111 dropping, dying plants until the perspiration ran from him in 00026 111 rivers. He sprinkled those potatoes with the sweat of his brow. At 00027 111 the end of the season, when other farmers were moaning over their 00028 111 burnt acres, he drove to market with a bumper crop of the largest, 00029 111 tastiest spuds ever mashed with cream and butter. 00030 111 I say is a pestilential scourge! Fancy that! A real live dragon 00031 111 in the cave in our downs. Just where we were picnicing, peaceful as 00032 111 could be, only last Sunday! He's as big as four cart horses! And 00033 111 covered from tip to tail with huge scales! In a way, it's a 00034 111 distinction for a village to have a dragon of its own! Not many 00035 111 a village can say the same, that's sure! He sits so quiet, he don't 00036 111 behave like a dragon@ Well, that's his own lookout! He is a dragon 00037 111 and no denying it! They do say there's a Princess in the cave 00038 111 waiting to be freed! And I do hear tell many a sheep's been stolen 00039 111 =o nights! It's not only sheep! Children too, who have wandered on 00040 111 the downs alone, have not come back. 00041 111 Every morning, heading out from the Gates of =Dawn, =Phoebus drove 00042 111 his chariot up into the sky and straight across the heavens, until 00043 111 at last he reached the spot where his course descended into the 00044 111 western ocean and night arrived. The =Sun-god's palace was a 00045 111 splendid dwelling. Its golden walls dazzled the eyes. Its lofty 00046 111 columns were of glowing bronze, and its doors of gleaming silver. 00047 111 Now, to this shining palace there came one day a youth named 00048 111 =Phaethon. He approached the silver doors slowly, pausing 00049 111 frequently to clear his eyes which were dazzled by all the 00050 111 brilliance. Still he pressed on because he had a question to put 00051 111 to the =Sun-God. 00052 111 At dusk they hitch down into the open, then fly out through a 00053 111 door opening to twist and dodge through the evening sky, scooping 00054 111 up mosquitoes and other insects, as much as half their weight in 00055 111 a night. Mother bats fly through the air with their one or two young 00056 111 clinging tight to their breasts. A young bat knows the feel of 00057 111 flight long before he himself can fly. A board had pulled away 00058 111 slightly from the back of a beam. Beneath the narrow slit, a pile of 00059 111 droppings on the floor showed it to be a bat roost, and the boy 00060 111 investigated to see who was at home. 00061 111 Everything moves in a cycle: the water, the oxygen, the carbon 00062 111 dioxide, the wastes. The only thing that will be used up will be 00063 111 energy from the power station. Of course, the cycle will not be 00064 111 perfect. Some water and oxygen may leak away. An accident may cause 00065 111 some of the air to be lost. Small additional amounts of water, 00066 111 oxygen, and nitrogen will then be brought in from the 00067 111 rock processing plants. Eventually, when the farm domes are going 00068 111 well, small animals will be brought in. Perhaps the colonists may 00069 111 even raise chickens or rabbits. Then they will have meat to eat. 00070 111 In a few minutes he was ordered down to the main prisoner quarters. 00071 111 For the rest of the dreadful night =James lay huddled between 00072 111 the restless, moaning men, anxiously waiting for daylight. When 00073 111 dawn came he found himself amid a collection of the most wretched 00074 111 and disgusting looking objects he had even seen in human form. Their 00075 111 faces were pale with disease and thin from hunger and worry. Their 00076 111 hair was matted and filthy. =James stared at them in horror, 00077 111 wondering how long it would be before he would look as they did. At 00078 111 sunrise the prisoners were allowed to go to the upper deck where 00079 111 they gratefully gulped the fresh air. =James, scrambling up the 00080 111 ladder with the rest, searched through the horde of ragged, 00081 111 half-starved men for a familiar figure. 00082 111 But the boy who dropped overside into the shallows and staggered 00083 111 up the beach was flesh and blood, although wasted and thin. The 00084 111 brave young figure halted, drew itself upright. My father, =Mafatu 00085 111 cried thickly, I have come home. The =GreatChief's face was 00086 111 transformed with joy. This brave figure, so thin and straight, with 00087 111 courage blazing from his eyes, his son! The man could only stand and 00088 111 stare and stare, as if he could not believe his senses. Then a small 00089 111 yellow dog pulled himself over the gunwale of the canoe, fell at 00090 111 his master's feet. 00091 111 =Pebbles and stones were rough beneath his feet, and as he stood 00092 111 there staring down he saw a nugget of gold. He picked it up and a 00093 111 plan suddenly filled his mind. He smashed the nugget in two and 00094 111 placed the pieces in his hat. In the next days, they turned west 00095 111 and soon were climbing up, until peaks that had been a distant blue 00096 111 rose overhead, black rocks. Usually =Aslak loved the mountains, 00097 111 for in them he felt far above the world and free of it. Enchanted 00098 111 by space, he could not forget the heavy weight of winter crushing 00099 111 them under its darkened sky. But on this trek he worried lest 00100 111 a rocky ledge stop at the edge of nothing, or stones loosened by 00101 111 wind and weather fall and frighten the deer into a stampede. &&000 HOUGHTOM MIFFLIN (1966) 5TH GRADE HM19665T.ASC SKY LINES by Paul McKee, et al. Grade 5 Reading for Meaning 4th edition Source: SUNY Cortland xeroxed, scanned and edited by LW & DPH 12-21-92 &&111 And as the bear ran around the tree, he clawed the air angrily. But his sharp claws only tore the bark from the tree. And if =Francois had anything at all to be thankful for, it was that the ragged shreds flying through the air were bark from the tree and not skin from his back. Around and around and around went the man and the beast. The bear got dizzy first. He ran slower and slower. Finally he broke away from the tree and went staggering away, first to this side and then to that side. And as he reeled and stumbled, he knocked his head into one tree truck after another. Bump, bump bump. =Francois lost no time in finding another tree to climb, for the tree they had been running around had been stripped of its bark as far up as a bear could reach. As he climbed, he could hear the bump, bump, bump of the bear's head as he stumbled into tree trunks. Panting and dizzy himself, =Francois settled into a crotch of the tree. Now where was that false friend, =Sylvain =Gagnon, who had left him to face the bear alone? He called and called but there was no answer. Perhaps the bear had eaten =Sylvain. =A-tout-tou, what bad luck that would be when there was still the =Devil's =Jaws ahead! How could he ever get through those treacherous waters without the skillful boatman, =Sylvain =Gagnon? And how could he get safely from the tree to the boat? Perhaps the bear was waiting for him among the bushes. The sleepy sun soon went to bed and it grew dark. It became colder than ever. =Francois arms and legs were numb. At last he jerkily lowered himself from the tree. He looked about in every direction, but it was too dark to see anything. He sniffed and sniffed like a bear, for if a bear can smell a man, maybe a man can smell a bear. But all =Francois could smell was the sharp, icy air of early spring. understood the =European's language, he might have looked around at his home and family, winked, tapped the strange explorer on the shoulder and said, Just a minute, mister, we got here first! And that's what the story of most exploring is like. It's the story of how some people in one neighborhood found another neighborhood. It's the story of how people's knowledge of the world grew. Two human qualities, courage and curiosity, are responsible for all that we know today, for every gadget that makes life more comfortable and safe, and for every piece of knowledge that makes life richer and more interesting. Man, the whole race of man, is curious. =Gus's hand stopped. Then both of his hands went up. Keep those hands up, all of you, the voice commanded. Except you, =Martha and =Jack. Mr =Proctor! =Martha cried. Oh, Mr =Proctor! Their neighbor stepped inside quickly. His gun commanded the room. You three men get over against that wall, he instructed calmly. =Face it and put your hands behind your heads. Straighten up! You won't have to wait long for the police. =Just then they heard the distant whine of a siren. Trask, =Gus, and =Pug sensed that Mr =Proctor was not a man to fool with. They quickly did as they were told. In a few moments a fleet of cars swung into the yard. At their heels leaped four hounds who seemed to sense an unusual adventure. Eagerly the dogs sniffed the cold air, then put their noses to the ground. The night was clear and crisp, and a bit windy, but not too cold. The moonlight was bright enough for the hunters to see tracks in the snow. The two men walked briskly, their leather boots creaking as they stamped along into the woods. Suddenly they heard the wild, deep baying of a hound. To =Putnam that could mean only one thing. The dogs have picked up a scent, he said. That's =Rudge in the lead. He has the best nose of any dog in the pack. Yes, =John agreed. Then he added, And it's the scent of the wolf we're after. See that short track? On raced the dogs. Their baying grew fainter as they followed the wolf's trail westward. She's bound for the =Connecticut =River, grunted =John. That's her old stunt. She leads the dogs on for miles, and then Maybe we could flash the lights while those men have =Father at the back of the truck. Shall we try? =Sandy's lip trembled. Yes, he said. The children edged out of their bunks and slipped over the back of the seat into the cab. There they were careful to keep their heads below the bottom of the windows. Anyone on the roadway looking at the cab would not have noticed them. As the headlights in the distance came closer, =Sandy reached out to the light switch on the dash. Blink once, blink twice, blink three times. That meant stop to talk. Blink once, blink twice, blink three times! Immediately a surprised yell came from the rear of the truck. The yell was followed by the =Dan, too, saw the great cloud of dust rising from the rim of the land where it climbed up and met the sky. As he gazed, the dust mounted higher. It rolled over and over as it raced toward them. At the lower edge of the cloud of whitish dust, =Dan saw a thin, dark, curving line. It was long, and it moved uphill and down as it swept toward them. It's a prairie fire, isn't it, =Dan? =Ellen cried. No, it's not a prairie fire, but I don't know what it is, replied =Dan. Then suddenly =Dan realized what that high, rolling mountain of dust and that dark, curving line meant. It's a buffalo stampede! he shouted. =A big herd of buffaloes is headed this way. Although =Dan had seen many buffaloes, he had never seen =thousands of buffaloes in one herd, and he had never seen a buffalo stampede. But he felt sure that the noise he now heard was the thunder of =thousands of buffalo hoofs upon the prairie. =Dan had heard his father and other hunters tell about buffalo stampedes. =Rusty had liked his job at =Ram's =Horn =Ranch. Mr and Mrs =Leonard, the owners of the ranch, had been very kind to him. The =Leonard twins, =Ben and =Ginger, who were about =Rusty's age, seemed like a real brother and sister to him. =Rusty had been a good worker, for he was eager to learn how to do well all the many jobs needed to run a big sheep ranch. With the help of =Toby, the wild pony that he caught and tamed himself, and his dog, =Pal, =Rusty was rapidly becoming a real sheepherder. Mr =Leonard had said so, and Mr =Leonard's opinion was important. crowd was out to meet them. A dog sled was waiting to take =Ongan and his sons home. There was a low murmur of relief as =Barney and =Johnny helped =Ongan and his two sons out. =Miowak stepped out from the others and went up to her husband. =Barney was surprised that there was no hugging and kissing. =Ongan said something to her in =Eskimo. She nodded and looked down at the ground. Then, waving the dog sled driver aside, =Ongan turned and started for home on foot. =Miowak came over to =Barney and =Johnny. Her eyes were full of tears. She feels just as much as anyone else, only she doesn't show it, =Barney thought. You save my husband and sons," she said to =Johnny. Then she turned to =Barney. " You save them, too. I never forget. From now on my home, your home. You be son like my own." =Barney swallowed hard to keep the tears out of his own eyes. =Miowak was thinking of him as one of her family. From now on =Barney would have an =Eskimo foster mother. All her neighbors had insisted on telling =Miss =Roxanna =Robbins how very foolish she was to take twins into her home. You're not so young as you were, =Miss =Peters told her, and two growing children will eat you out of house and home. Oh, I guess not, said =Miss =Roxanna. i =Besides, they're my brother's children, and =I don't want them to have to live with strangers. How old are they? asked Mrs =Winterbottom, the doctor's wife. Going on ten. =Miss =Roxanna answered. &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1965) 5TH GRADE READER SF19655T.ASC VISTAS by Helen M. Robinson, et al Book 5 Source: Elmira College, xeroxed, scanned edited by DPH 12-19-92 &&111 to =Santa =Claus. The fairies started out on their journey. But they were merry little creatures who preferred play to work. They hid the jars among the trees and began to uander about hunting for nuts. While the careless fairies were frolicking about, =King =Sun discovered the jars. And the stones of many colors began to melt and run away. Their crimson and gold colors dripped all over the leaves and changed them to brilliant autumn colors. At first =King =Frost was angry. But when he saw how beautiful the leaves were in their new colors, he relented, saying that his idle fairies and his fiery enemy had taught him a new way of doing good. Ever since that time =King =Frost has taken great delight in painting the autumn leaves with glowing colors. The =Kellers were amazed. That is a very fine story, said Mrs =Keller. What are you calling it? Autumn =Leaves,' said =Helen. It is an exceptional story, =Helen, said =Captain =Keller. Are you sure you didn't read it somewhere? I did not read it, =Helen protested. It is my story for Mr =Anagnos' birthday. =Helen's smile vanished for a moment, but there were more pats of reassurance. It was all right. =Helen was always surprising her family with her achievements. This story certainly showed that she had writing talent. I think The =Frost =King' would be a better title, said =Captain =Keller. Learning became a joy and a passion, and school was everywhere all day long. School was laughter and games and long excursions into the country with picnic luncheons under trees. School was learning to climb trees and learning the life cycles of the creatures who thrived in the long, warm summers of the =Southland. The slim, slippery little fellow who lived in quiet, shallow water was a tadpole. Someday he would grow into the large, cold frog with scrambling legs and a fat middle and smooth skin on his underside that pulsed and pulsed. The handful of hard specks were seeds. From each one a plant would sprout in the warm, wet earth, and the small plant would grow into a larger one until at last there would be buds, blossoms, fruit, and seeds again. =C-i-r-c-u-s =a-n-i-m-a-l-s, =Miss =Sullivan spelled into =Helen's hand one day. A circus is coming to town. What is a circus? =Helen wanted to know. It was a most wonderful visitation of strange animals, and =Teacher introduced her to them all. Helen explored the elephant's trunk and was lifted high on his back. She played with lion cubs and shook the paw of a dancing bear. She even felt her way up the long, long neck of the giraffe until she found his head. =Helen wanted to learn everything, everything, and right away. Sometimes =Teacher had to say, =Helen, I am tired. heads on the battle standards did not make =Jason feel very cheerful. But, as =Gareth had said, you can wash only one paw at a time. To keep his mind off what might happen, =Jason tried to interest himself in the activity around him. The flashing gold of the Inca warriors earrings, the feathered headdresses, the glittering lances, gave the humble camp village the look of an imperial court. Jason could easily imagine how splendid the =Incas had been in their great palaces at =Cuzco. Scribes dressed in wool robes were busy counting the stacks of provisions. They seemed to keep their records on long cords made of many strands of knotted colored strings. A few llamas wandered by, tended by a young herdboy. They glanced solemnly at =Gareth and =Jason, and then moved on. The weighted rope was putting =Jason's arms to sleep. He tried to follow =Gareth's example by relaxing and drowsing a little. He had just managed to close his eyes when a great shout went up from the warriors. Jason twisted around as far as the rope allowed. At the far end of the village he saw a man on horseback. It was =Don =Diego. The =Spaniard reined up near the throne of =Sayri =Tupac. Dismounting, the =Captain caught his foot in the stirrup and nearly went flat on his face. Poor =Don =Diego looked terrified and uncomfortable. His helmet was crooked, and since no one had helped him, his armor was on all wrong. So it passed from hand to hand, and the =Fire =Spirits tore after it through the scrub until they came to the mountains of the snows. These they could not pass, and the sleek runners with the backward streaming brand bore it forward shining starlike in the night, glowing red through sultry noons, violetpale in twilight glooms, until they came in safety to their own land. Here they kept the brand among stones, and fed it with sticks, as the =Coyote had advised, until it warmed them and cooked their food. As for the boy, he was called the =Fire =Bringer while he lived. After that, since there was no other with so good a right to the name, it fell to the =Coyote. And this is the sign that the tale is true, for all along his lean flanks the fur is singed and yellow as it was by the flames that blew backward from the brand when he brought it down from the =Burning =Mountain. refused admittance by the =Patriots who were guarding the parsonage. He was told that the family had gone to bed and must not be disturbed by any noise. Noise! =Revere exclaimed. You'll have noise enough before long. The regulars are coming out. After that he had no difficulty in rousing =Hancock and =Adams. By the time he told them of events in =Boston, =William =Dawes had arrived. Together the two messengers set out for =Concord. =Dawes stopped to arouse a household along the way, and =Revere rode on alone. British soldiers stopped him and threatened him. But they were interrupted by the sound of a distant shot. What was that? his captors demanded. =Revere explained that it was a warning signal. The countryside was aroused. =British plans were known. =Revere never reached =Concord that night. He was released by the =British, but they took his horse, so he returned to =Lexington on foot. But his earlier warning had been enough. The bells rang, reported a =British officer. And drums beat to arms in =Concord and were answered by all the villages round. The battle of =Lexington moved to =Concord and then back to =Lexington that night. It marked the beginning of the =American fight for independence. It was a minor battle, but its results were a warning of the outcome of the war. A small number of farmers and artisans had opposed a large force of trained =British soldiers and had defeated them. =Nell ran the darning ball into the toe of a sock, =Kennie's sock. The length of it gave her a shock. The boys were growing up fast, and now =Kennie, =Kennie and the colt, . Give =Kennie a colt, =Rob, she said suddenly. The answer was short. He doesn't deserve it. =Howard's too far ahead of =Kennie, =Nell said. He's bigger and quicker and got his wits about him. =Ken doesn't half try; doesn't stick to anything. =Nell put down her sewing. He's crazy for a colt of his own. He hasn't had another idea in his head since you gave =Highboy to =Howard. I don't believe in bribing boys to do their duty. Not a bribe, =Rob. =She hesitated. I just have the feeling =Ken isn't going to pull anything off, Her eyes sought her husband's. It's time he did. It isn't the school marks alone, but I just don't want things to go on any longer with =Ken never coming out at the right end of anything. I'm beginning to think he's dumb! said =Rob. He's not dumb. Maybe a little thing like this, if he had a colt, trained him, rode him, =Rob interrupted. But it isn't a little thing nor an easy thing to break and school a colt. I'm not going to have a good horse spoiled by =Ken's careless ways. He goes woolgathering; never knows what he's doing. But he'd love a colt of his own, =Rob. If he could do it, it might make a big difference in =Ken. If he could do it! But that's a big if. He was hunting for the hiding place of the perdiz, which is like the partridge, a little more shy, perhaps, for even =Pedro's sharp eyes couldn't find it. He was near the edge of the cornfield, searching through the jungle of stalks, when he saw something strange, and he stopped, stock-still. Hidden in the tall, leafy corn, =Pedro held his breath and stared. There, knee-deep in the luscious alfalfa a short distance from where =Pedro stood, a wild pony was having his breakfast. Maybe because he was so terribly hungry, or maybe because it was his first taste of this forbidden food, the pony acted as though he had never tasted a plant so juicy and sweet. He grazed in keen delight. His mouth watered and foamed and formed bubbles, beautiful green like jade. Each time his mouth was full, he lifted his head and, while chewing, looked about him. The air, heavy with the sweet scent of alfalfa, made his nostrils quiver with delight. Once or twice he stood still, hesitant. Quietly =Pedro stepped a little closer and watched the pony's every movement. He expected the horse to leave the alfalfa for the corn, but no, the alfalfa was too delicious. =Pedro had been born in the =estancia, where horses were kept without number, and he had ridden ponies ever since he was five. But he had never seen anything like this one! Pink is a most unusual color for a horse, and =Pedro could hardly believe his eyes. The color of the pink geraniums in the owners patio, he thought, and no doubt just as soft. He noticed cabin, relaying the times at which trains passed and the number of coaches they pulled, to make sure none had dropped off during the steep ascent of the mountains. Thus, =Jim had plenty to do and was satisfied with his lot. Among =Jim's visitors early one summer was a ragged Indian carrying a black bear cub. When =Jim asked him how he had caught the little creature, the Indian explained that he had crept up on its mother while she was drinking and had suddenly shouted a ringing =Whoop! The mother bear had fallen headfirst into the river and had swum across, and the cub, having lost sight of her, had run to the =Indian by mistake. =Jim could see that the =Indian had no proper means of looking after the cub, and =Jim was touched by the animal's amusing ways. So he gave the =Indian some tobacco and a can of tomatoes and sent him on his way rejoicing. =Jim kept the bear cub. Why =Jim called him =Blotto, I do not know. Perhaps it was because he was as much like a blot of ink as anything else when he first arrived. He was fed on evaporated milk, sugar, bread, and scraps of bacon fat, and he grew fast. He was always thirsty. He would drink milk and water till he was blown up like a balloon and could do nothing but lie flat on the ground, whimpering because he could drink no more. As he became more active, no puppy could have been more amusing. At first when the trains came thundering by, =Blotto did not like them. the water's edge and growing smaller and smaller, =Esther =Ann turned to =Jon impulsively. Someday, she said with a wise air, we'll wonder if we ever saw this place. Do you suppose we'll ever see any of those people again? Not likely, her father said, from his station on the flatboat. We'll be too far away. =Esther =Ann saw that =Danny was asleep. Danny won't remember any of this, she said dreamily. He was here, but he doesn't know it, I'm glad I'm old enough to remember things. That's right, her mother said with approval. There's good things and bad things, some things that's comforting, some that's sad. But it wouldn't be life, otherwise. You just remember all the good things you can, =Esther =Ann, and life won't do you any harm. =Jon nudged his sister and said in a low, excited voice, There's the mill, see? It's quiet now, but you should have seen it yesterday when it was busy. Take a good look; then I can tell you how it works. Although =Esther =Ann had heard about the floating mill, she hadn't known quite what to expect. Now she saw two boats, one a large pirogue, the other a big flatboat. The two boats were connected by some stout timbers and planked over to make a floor between them. Mr =Greene said that he'd seen a floating mill in =Holland, and he told Mr =Devol about it. Mr =Devol's the one who thought of building =Farmer's =Castle, without knowing it. The prevailing wind blows to the westward. Even when all winds slacken, the gauge still turns to the west carrying the weight of my cap. As long as =Juan could remember he had wanted to go to sea. But no one had ever encouraged him. His parents were dead, and the abbot said that he was to be apprenticed to =Master =Martlnez, a weaver. Juan hated the idea of spending his life at a loom. So instead of worrying about the weaver's trade, he filled his mind with sea lore. He pored over the two books of travel and geography in the monastery library whenever he was allowed to. He learned as much about the stars as the astronomer monk =Fray =Antonio de =Marchena would teach him. Above all, whenever there was an errand to be done in =Palos, =Juan asked to go, in the hope of getting a closer look at the ships in port and listening to the talk of the sailors. Suddenly a man's stern voice rang out behind him. =Juan! =Juan =Rodriguez! =Juan wheeled and saw =Fray =Antonio and =Diego coming toward him. He grabbed his cap and tried to block his wind gauge from view. =Fray =Antonio, it was not =Juan's fault I was late for vespers, said =Diego. I asked him to take me out here to show me his pinwheel. You may go, =Diego, =Fray =Antonio said. =Juan must pay the price of his own folly. And you, =Diego, are to report to the abbot at once. &&000 GINN and company (1966) 5th grade GIN9665T.ASC TRAILS TO TREASURE by David H. Russell etal Source: U of Rochester xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH 12-07-92 &&111 =Henry had been in that boat too. But he and his dog =Ribsy had been put ashore. This had happened after Mr =Grumbie got a salmon on his line and =Ribsy had jumped into the water after it. The fish had got away, and =Ribsy had almost been swept out to sea before they were able to pull him back into the boat again. So =Henry and his dog had been taken to shore. The worst of it was that =Scooter =McCarthy was out there fishing with his father. =Scooter was a little older than =Henry and very proud of all the things he could do that =Henry couldn't. And =Henry had been foolish enough to brag about catching a =Chinook salmon! There was no chance of that now. =Henry could already hear the things =Scooter would say to him! I have news about the park, said the mayor. Yes, sir, they said. It was the city planning board that decided to build an apartment house here, said the mayor. They had a hard time making up their minds. Some of the members thought the apartment house should not go here. When your petition came, the argument started all over again. =Richard and =Vernelle watched his face, trying to understand what he was saying. The other boys and girls were listening. When the argument was over, said the mayor, the board reversed its decision. What does that mean? asked =Vernelle. It means the board changed its mind, said the mayor. But we saw the stakes, began =Richard. The mayor said to =Vernelle, =The day you brought the petition, you said something that I remembered. You told me that seeing a place was different from looking at it on a map. So I came out with the planning board to look at your park. We all agreed that it does belong here. And we think this belongs here, too. He unrolled the paper he had in his hand and held it up for them to see. Sam was doubtful, for he had had several unhappy adventures with flapjacks in the past. According to =Sam, his huge mixing pot had once burst and flooded the land for miles around with thin and sticky flapjack batter. He was not at all sure about the safety of making hot cakes on the enormous plan which =Paul had just arranged. However, after he got used to the new setup, he began to get interested in the business of flapjack-making. It was not long until he was turning out his giant hot cakes as eagerly as he made sourdough bread. From that time on, =Sam's flapjacks were so wonderful that men still talk about them. Covered with butter and brown sugar or molasses, they were the best that any flapjack maker ever made. It was a wonderful sight to see the big griddle being put to its daily use. Along in the afternoon three =hundred flapjack cooks would get down the flour and fixings from the elevators. Then they would start the mixers to chugging and stir up the batter under the watchful eye of the boss baker. While the batter was being mixed, a whole troop of cook boys would grease the griddle. This they did by fastening sides of bacon on their feet and skating around over the hot surface. To the ten year old boy it seemed as though there was work to do every hour of every day on the big farm. But there was time for good times too, sliding down the straw stacks, riding the horses, playing in the snow, and skating on the ice in the winter. As =Henry walked across the field, he thought how much easier life would be with machines to do the work and help bring in the crops. Still deep in thought he gave the jug to his father and started back toward the potato patch. Then he stopped and listened. In the distance he could hear the heavy chugging of a road engine coming from =Detroit. He stood spellbound as the big machine came into sight =No horses were pulling it! Henry raced to the fence to watch. Good morning, son! shouted the man who was steering, as the huge engine came nearer =Henry. He shook down the ashes and threw another shovel of coal into the firebox to build up more steam in the boiler. Then he asked kindly, =Want to take a good look at it? =Henry nodded. Yes, sir. I never saw an engine like this before. =The man seemed proud to show it. He explained how a chain was connected with the rear wheels. As they sat there, waiting their turn, tune after tune floated from the lighted doorway of the schoolhouse. =Irby recognized some that weren't new at all. The people liked them all right, You could hear that, but it wouldn't count with the judges. There was one tune so slick and smooth it must have been borrowed from one of those radios. There was another that wasn't rightly a tune at all, nothing you could recognize or take a hold of and whistle It was just notes played quick and one right after another, as you might repeat a lot of letters mixed up, but not making words or sense. =Irby and =Billiam didn't mind these little scraps of tunes. They weren't loud enough to drive away the one in =Irby's head. He was just beginning to find a new thing to worry about. Was it too cold out here for his fiddlestrings, compared with the w ay the schoolhouse would be heating up with all those people and those lamps? Then someone came to the door and shouted, =Irby! =Irby, where are you? Someone pulled him in the door. Someone else gave him a cheering tap and a push forward. His mother tried to slick his hair as he passed =Billiam trotted behind, letting on he wasn't scared =Verygood told us his name, Mr =Johns went on. Then I knew he belonged to one of the =Harvey families in this settlement. I started out and met the line of searchers. It's almost beyond belief that the boy is alive and whole. After Mr =Johns was thanked by everyone and had left, =Verygood was petted until =Father said there would be no living with him. All the children hung around asking him questions, as he sat on =Mother's lap. Didn't thee meet any wild creatures? asked =Lyddy. =Verygood looked at her, trying to remember. Suddenly he sat up, eager to tell. Once I was sleepy. I crawled into a hollow log =D'reckly, a little black-and-white dog crep in with me. We slept together, and I wasn't scared any more. A little black-and-white dog! echoed =Cale. He leaned over to sniff his small brother. Then whirling, he dashed out of doors, his hand clapped over his mouth to keep the laughter in. There was no reeky smell on =Verygood but =Cale was sure that the little fellow had slept with a skunk. Cale peeped into the cabin to see if others guessed the truth and saw many eyes twinkling with laughter. Back where the darkness drops its veil Oh, the sad smoke drifting low! The far wolves howl and the widows wail For the graveless dead on the grim war trail Oh, the sad smoke drifting low! Night on the pIains, and the dreams it weaves, Oh, the embers black and cold! Where painted ghosts with the step of thieves Dance to the clap of the cottonwood leaves Oh, the embers black and cold! That is true, agreed the =Sheriff. Yonder homely beggar could never be =Robin =Hood. Again the men drew bow and let the swift arrows fly at the target. And when they had finished, three men stood upon the field. One of them was the ragged stranger with the patch covering one eye. Again the three shot, and then only the stranger and the =Sheriff's own man, =GillotheRedCap, were left. These two must now shoot against each other. =Gill shot first. Straight flew the arrow, and a shout went up. The arrow had struck close to the center of the target and hung quivering there for all to see. Well done, =Gill! cried the =Sheriff. And to the half-blind stranger he called, =Forsooth, ragged rascal, let us see you do better than that. The stranger said nothing. but took his place. No one spoke. It seemed as if no one breathed, so great was the silence. The stranger stood motionless, his one good eye measuring the distance between him and the target. Then he drew his long bow. For an instant he held it tightly drawn, then freed the arrow from the bow Straight it flew and true, to the very center of the target. We'll seal ourselves in airtight with the strips, he said, pulling the door shut. That will hold our vacuum in and help keep us light when we get into the atmosphere of =Mars. How long do you think it will take us to get there? asked =Skip. I figured about a =hundred hours, said =Glen. If that doesn't put us close to =Mars =City, we should be able to reach some other settlement. They moved slowly at first. =Glen hoped for only enough speed to carry them into =Mars' gravity pull. As they neared the red planet, their speed would increase and that worried =Glen. If they gained too much speed and struck =Mars' air blanket too fast, the parachute might be ripped from the bubble. To while away the many hours, the boys napped and took turns reading the one storybook they had brought along =On the third day they could see the canals on =Mars =On the fourth day they could see the buildings of =Mars =City. Cross your fingers. Skip, our parachute should open in the next few minutes. What if it didn't? Then they would end up in little pieces on =Mars red earth or maybe in a canal. While he was thinking of this, =Glen felt a sharp drag and was tumbled over onto =Skip. Long after the quiet of sleep had settled down on the camp, =Young =Mac lay awake. He had something precious to keep forever now, the =Northman feather, a reward for his courage. Yes, and this night he had won another victory, something that would allow him to wear that feather proudly. It was an understanding that had come to him with =Henri's words: To know fear, as all men must know fear, but not to be conquered by fear. He understood now that it was not unmanly to feel fear and to be lonely. It was unmanly only to let fear and loneliness conquer one. The great men of the fur trade, even the strongest, had known fear. They, too, had been sick at heart sometimes, in the lonely wilderness where they had to spend months, years, of their lives. Maybe they, too, at times had felt that it would be easier to weep than to laugh. His own father? Suddenly, with a clearness that startled him, =Donald remembered something from his childhood.