&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1966--but in '76)  6TH GRADE   SF19666Z.ASC
OPEN HIGHWAYS  BOOK 6  by Marian Monroe et al
Source: Hobart WS xerox, scan edit by DPH       February 12, 1993

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 Silence!  ordered the chief of the elders.  What  
nonsense is this? Have you a better plan for saving the
village?  he asked =Haji.
=Haji swallowed and looked about in sudden confusion.
Plan? He had not had time to think of a plan. The eyes
of all were upon him, waiting, but his thoughts were only
of his beloved elephant. Majda =Koom was in danger.
Something had to be done. He said the first thing that
came into his head.
 =Majda =Koom is not mad,  he said again.  He belongs
to me. I, =Haji, will capture him and turn back the herd.
The village shall not be harmed. Let the safety of your
rice fields and the village be on my head. 
=There were angry rumbles in the crowd.


Elephants are the largest animals that roam the
=Far =East jungles. A full-grown male elephant will
weigh anywhere from four to six tons. That is eight
to twelve =thousand pounds, as heavy as the largest
motor truck you have ever seen.
A full-grown elephant stands from nine to twelve
feet high at the shoulder. In other words, he would
have to stoop far down to get into most rooms. And
his head, if he held it up, would touch the ceiling of
many schoolrooms.
With his great size and strength, the elephant is
the most powerful animal that lives in the jungle.
There is no other animal that can stand against his
charge. Even the lordly tiger fears him and will move
silently away to avoid a fight. The elephant, with his
long ivory tusks, his strong trunk, and his heavy,  
dangerous feet that can stamp out the life of any other
living creature, is the master of the land where he
lives.
Yet, in spite of the elephant's huge size, it is  
possible for a man, with less than a fiftieth of his weight,
to capture these greatest of jungle beasts. And this
is because man, small as he is in comparison, has a
brain that reasons.



The =FBI was formed in =1908. It was then made up
of a very small group of investigators who were to
handle investigations for the =Department of =Justice.
Today, there are some =6400 =Special =Agents  
working in the =United =States and =Puerto =Rico, as well as
some =8700 clerks, stenographers, and technicians.
Inside the =Department of =Justice =Building, a tourist
sees the =Laboratory =Division of the =FBI. Here experts
analyze tiny chips of paint to find out what kind it is
and where it came from. Other experts test tiny smears



=American shaving with his winning slogan: =That  
aftershave lotion with the distinctive invigorating smell that
keeps you on your toes. Then he gave =NW the two
=thousand dollars and one dozen bottles of lotion in
a suitcase just like the one that =Homer had at home.
After =NW made a short speech, the program was
over. Just then four men said,  =Put them up!  




This story that I have written is not really my story.
It is much older than I am. It is much older than your
mother and father, or your grandmother and  
grandfather, or your grandfather's grandfather. It is so old
that it was told =thousands of years before =American was
discovered !
There weren't any books in those long-ago days.
And in the ancient lands of =Greece and =Rome, the
only stories people knew were told to them by men
who went from town to town, singing of brave heroes,
beautiful maidens, and terrible dragons. These men
came to great feasts and sang to the guests about all
the things they had seen and heard in other lands.
The people wondered about strange things in the
sky and on the earth. They wondered why the plants
and animals lived and grew and died. The singers at
the feasts sang stories that gave answers to these
questions.
People in those days didn't think of =God as we do.
So the singers sang about many powerful gods and
goddesses who, they believed, made and ruled the
earth. They sang of how these gods and goddesses
helped as well as punished the people on earth.
This story is one of the songs that were sung at
those feasts. Today we call them myths.



Not long after that, =Bobby came home looking pale.
A tail light on the car had been smashed.
 I don't know how it happened,  he told me.  I
was parked downtown, and when I came back  
A likely story!  I said.  But I'll help prove your
innocence. If you really are innocent. 
Honest! Someone hit me when I was parked! 
=Bobby was so upset he didn't realize I had offered
to help him. I was a little surprised myself. But I
felt sorry for him. He'd be sick if he couldn't drive
for six months. And to pay for the repairs would
take his allowance for weeks!
 Listen, =Bobby!  I said.  We have to be logical.
Did you notice the car that was parked back of your
house?  
No, I didn't,  he said.
 No car was there when I
parked. Nor when I went to
get the car, either. 
Oh, great!  I said.  Was
anyone around? Did you try
to find someone who had seen
the accident? 
No. I was too upset to
think straight,  said =Bobby.
Just then =Dad marched
in.  =Bob!  he roared.  How
could you have done a thing
like that? 
=Bobby gulped.  How did
you know?  he said.



Traveling by railroad, they went to =Pittsburgh.
Then they took a steamboat down the =Ohio =River and
the =Mississippi =River and into the =Gulf of =Mexico.
They landed on the coast of =Texas. Then they rode
inland on horses to a ranch outside =San =Antonio.
The boys knew that the camels were at the ranch.
A ship had already brought them across the ocean
from =Turkey. That evening =Ham and =Joe and =May
heard a strange jingle of bells. In the twilight they
saw =twenty-five big, awkward-looking animals, each
with a string of bells around its neck. And along with
the jingling came other strange sounds.
&&000 GINN & CO.  (1966--2ND SAMPLE)  6ST GRADE   GIN9666Z.ASC
[Z] = 2ND SAMPLE 

WINGS TO ADVENTURE by David H. Russell, et al
Source: Temple U:  xerox scan edit by DPH   1-8-93

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might share his fear, but after a moment the panic
feeling passed. They could do nothing and would
only become terrified. It was up to him alone to
keep the leopards at a safe distance from the cart.
The tiny flame in the lantern made one
last fluttering struggle and went out.
Black darkness shut down over the cart.
=Rodmika could hear the swish of the grass
as the leopards made their short quick
charges through it. Sooner or later, he
feared, one of them would find the courage to leap
upon the cart. He considered cutting the chicken
coop loose. In it were five fine, white leghorn hens
and a rooster that a neighbor had given his mother.
He decided against it, but still, he thought, it would
be better to lose the chickens than have the cats
spring upon the cart.
Another lamp was packed among their possessions.
He didn't know where to find it, but cautiously
thrusting his arm here and there among their
provisions, he began to search. He found only their
supplies. Disgusted, he drew his hand away smeared
with buffalo butter.
An angry snarl came to him from just beyond one
wheel. The bullock on that side snorted in fear and
veered away. The other wheel went into the ditch.
=Rodmika hauled hard on the line to bring the cart
back onto the road just in time to prevent it from
overturning.



Several times =Dino's family had saved enough to
buy two of =Gian-Carlo's legs, and once they had
enough for three legs. Then, each time they had
needed the money for other things. Each time that
the money had been spent =Dino was afraid  
someone else would buy all four legs of =Gian-Carlo before
they ever could, for =Enrico wanted to sell him.
Down, down, through farmyards and olive
orchards, down long flights of steps they wound.
When they reached the narrow stone-paved streets
of the town where cars honked and motor scooters
hooted, =Dino's heart leaped with excitement.
By this time they knew that the sun would not
shine that day. The sea was an angry green. It
snarled in white foam along the rocky headlands.
It burst in upon the fishermen's beach. And before
they ate their bread at noonday, they knew that
they would not sell many pots. Even if tomorrow
was =Christ's =Birthday and =Papa was the finest
painter in all =Italy, no one would buy their wares.



the wonderful quality that they became invisible to
anyone who was unfit for the office he held, or was
hopelessly stupid.
Those would be just the clothes for me!  the
=Emperor thought.  If I wore those, I should be
able to find out what men in my empire are not
fit for the positions they hold. I could tell the clever
from the stupid. Yes, I must have them weave
some of the stuff for me at once! 
And he gave the two rogues a great deal of money
in hand, that they might begin work at once.
As for the rogues, they put up two looms and
pretended to be working; but they had nothing at
all on their looms. They at once demanded the
finest silk and velvet and the costliest gold thread.
These they put into their own bags, and worked at
the empty looms till late into the night.
 I should like to know how far they have got on
with the stuff,  thought the =Emperor. But he felt
quite uncomfortable when he remembered that those
who were not fit for their offices could not see it.
He believed, indeed, that he had nothing to fear for
himself, but he preferred first to send someone else
to see how matters stood. All the people in the city
knew what peculiar power the stuff possessed, and
all were anxious to see how bad or how stupid their
neighbors were.
 I will send my faithful old =Minister to the
weavers thought the =Emperor.  He can judge best



We shall need to take a small shovel to dig with
and a pail for some of the treasures we may find.
We would be wise to carry a small magnifying glass,
too. For some of the little creatures and their works
are very, very small.
First let us roam across this sand bar. A few hours
ago it was covered with water; now at ebb tide, the
water has slipped back. The sand bar points at the
sea like a long finger. Its surface is marked with
ridges where the waves have heaped the sand. Tiny
rivers carry off the water that was left behind and
wash deep ditches in the sand, just as much larger
rivers would do inland.
Look at that jet of water spurting up like a small
geyser. Dig quickly if you would find what makes it.
He is trying to get away, and the only way he can go
is down. Now you have him! PuD, and pull hard!
He seems to have roots as he holds fast to the sands.

In the morning the boy set out. The =Indian
walked with him to the end of his own south line
and shook hands.
 You one good boy, =John,  he said unexpectedly.
 You come again next year. 
 I will, sure,  promised =John.  Thanks for all
you've done for me, =Seth. Without you, I couldn't
have done this.  He hitched the heavy pack up on
his shoulder.  I guess, next to the =Judge, you're
about the best friend I ever had. 
The =Indian's brown face wrinkled all over beneath
his battered hat. He made a big gesture with his
hand.  Oh, sure,  he said.  Big country. Nice
company. Plenty furs us both. 
He held =John's hand. He said,  Now listen to
=Seth. If creeks open, you cut two logs crossing. You
mind =Seth. You cut two logs. One log roll. Two
logs safe crossing water. 
Yes, sure,  agreed =John. He wanted to get
away. The sun was well up by now.
  By,  said =Seth.
=John walked hard. He felt strong that morning.
He felt like a grown man. The weight of the pack,
chafing his shoulders, was a pleasure to carry.
Every time he eased it one way or another, he
thought about what it was going to mean. He
thought about coming home and telling his mother.
He would buy her a new dress. He would make a
Purchase of some calico for his sisters. Make a



back between strokes, they saw that others had come
to swim. It was =Harold =Boyd and a group of his
buddies, including a cousin, =Little =Red, who had been
visiting the =Boyds during the past month.
Harold =Boyd was one boy =David really disliked.
A lot of the other boys didn't like =Harold any better
than =David did, but =Harold usually had money to
spend, =80 he always had a group about him to listen
to his bragging and to suffer his bullying.
Harold cupped his hands and hollered again across
the water,  You fellows come out now! We want
to swim. 
Come on in if you want to,  =Ben shouted back.
 Nobody's stopping you. 

The Impractical Chimney Sweep

=John =William's father was a =Practical =Chimney
=Sweep. But then his name was =Albert =George, and,
of course, that made all the difference.
Albert =George used to drive round the town in
his donkey-cart, with all his brushes stuck up above
him like furry chimneys. When people met him,
they would ask,  How is the boy, =Albert =George? Is
he going to be a chimney sweep like you? 
=Albert =George would shake his head and say,  I
don't know. He's not what I'd call practical. 
One morning, =Albert =George and =John =William
set out to clean the chimneys of the house of =Lord
=Summerset. His house was a very big one, built in
the middle of a fine park. It was still dark when
=Albert =George drove up the long drive to the house.



 No, what?  asked =Janie.
 I'm glad you said you were scared. 
=Janie stopped and stared at her.  Why? 
 I never thought you'd be scared of anything.
You made me feel so foolish. You know so much
about picking wood, and you can handle a boat and
do so many things.  Her cheeks were very pink,
but her eyes were steady.  All I know is how to
do housework. So if you hadn't been scared this
afternoon, and I was scared, I guess it would have been
just the last straw. But now I don't feel so foolish
about being stupid in other way.  
You're not stupid,  =Janie objected.  You made
me feel kind of foolish, too, with my mother bragging
about how you like to sew and do housework. I
just do it because it has to be done, and I know I
should do it better, but I just can't keep my mind
on it. 
But you know how to do things in the house and
outdoors, too,  argued =Myra.  And I don't. 
Oh, you'll learn,  said =Janie gaily.  If you stay
on this island long enough, you'll learn to be a real
islander. Everything will work out fine. 
=Myra's lips turned up in a shy but happy smile.
=Janie smiled, too, and here it was, the wonderful
feeling she had expected to have when she first tried
to make friends with =Myra.
&&000  =Jack AND =Janet HOUGHTON MIFFLIN 1963       HM1ST963.ASC
Reading for Meaning by Paul McKee, M. Lucile Harrison
Annie McCowen and Elizabeth Lehr
SAMPLE PAGES AND SCANNING BY DPH  6-3-93 FROM ONEONTA SUNY


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This is for =Janet.
I can not find =Janet.

The milk is for =Mother.
I can get the milk for =Mother.
You may come with me, Tip.
You and I can get the milk.
This is for =Janet.

I can not find =Janet.
I have come for the milk.
=Mother is home.
The milk is for =Mother.
May I have the mills?
 I see who it is.
I can see your head.
It is you, =Penny.

Let me do it.
Let me do it, =Penny.
Look, =Penny.
I have no head.
Do I look funny?
You do look funny, =Janet.
I can not see your head.

Let =Jack see you.
=Penny, come here!
Come and see what =Jack has.
It is for you, too.

What is it?
Where did you get it?
Show me what it is.

Come here and I will show you.
=Janet, who did this?

=Mother did it, =Penny.

Look! This shows where to go!
It shows what to do, too!

Look what we have to find.
We have to look in it.
 "Come here, =Penny," said =Janet.
"I want you to help me.
Come and help me make your bed.
=Penny, do you hear me?"

"=Janet! I am a rabbit," said =Penny.
"I could not get a dish for =Mother.
I could not find a ball for =Jack.
I can not help you make my bed.
I want to hop, hop, hop.
This is fun."
=Janet said, "Did you hear that?
=Penny said she was a rabbit.

"=Penny, you are not a rabbit.
I want you to help me.
Come and help me make your bed."

"Yes, I am a rabbit," said =Penny.
"I can not come in there.
=Mother will not have a rabbit there.
She will not have me in the house.
It is fun to be a rabbit."
"Mitten did that," said =Jack.

"How could she do it?" asked =Janet.
"Mitten was in her bed.
She is there now.
=Tip did it!"

"She did not!" said =Jack.

"We do not know," said =Mother.
"We can not find out now."
=Mother said, "=Jack, where is =Penny?
This dish is for her."

=Jack said, "She has gone out to play.
Let me have her dish, =Mother.
I will give it to her."

"No, =Jack," said =Mother.
"I will put her dish here.
She can come in and get it."
 =Jack said, "Look at this, =Janet!
=Dick will give us this for Tip.
Will we let him take her?"

"That is not for a girl," said =Janet.
"A girl could not play with it.

"Did you ask =Daddy what to dug?
We want to have a dog.
Will he get another one for us?"

"No," said =Jack. "He likes Tip."
"I like Tip, too," said =Janet.
"=Dick can g~t another dog."
"Did you ask your daddy?"
said =Dick.

"Yes, I asked him," said =Jack.
"He said to ask =Janet.
Tip is her dog, too."

"Did you show =Janet
what I will give you?" asked =Dick.

"Yes, I did," said =Jack.
"She did not like it.
She said it was not for a girl."

"I will see =Janet," said =Dick.
 "See what came out?" said =Penny.
"Here is another one.

"Now I can get something for =Jack.
What does he want
for his birthday?
Call him and ask what he wants."

"No! We will not let him know
about this," said =Janet.
"See these little rabbits,"
said =Penny.

"Does =Jack like rabbits?

Will he like one of these rabbits
for his birthday?"

"No, =Penny!" said =Janet.

"Put the rabbits back.

=Jack does not want a rabbit
for his birthday."
 

=Janet and Dot went out
to see =Jack fly the big red kite.

"May we help you, =Jack?" asked Dot.
"We can hold the kite.
You can take hold of the string
and run with it.
The kite will go up high."
~Kites are for boys," said =Jack.
"Kites are not for girls."

He went away with his kite.


"I can fly this kite," said =Jack.

"I will put it up here.

I will take hold of the strip
and run as fast as I can.

The kite will go up high.

I do not want girls to help me."

Away =Jack went
as fast as he could run.

But the red kite did not go up.

It came down.


"Look at all these kittens,"
said =Bill to =Jack.

"=Mother said I may not have them.

I have to give them away.

But who wants them?"

"Do not give them away, =Bill,"
said =Jack.

"You can get something
for those kittens.

Let me show you what to do."
Put the =bxox kittens there,
said =Jack.

"I will put this us here.

Now boys and girls will come
to get kittens from you.

They will give you something
for those kittens."

"That will be good," said =Bill.

"Thank you, =Jack."
 "=Jack, is Mitten here?" asked =Janet.
"I do not know," said =Jack.
"What are you here for?" asked =Bill.

"I came for my ball," Sam;d =Jack.

"What a way to look after kittens!"
said =Bill.
"The little kittens may be gone, too.
Come on! We will find out."

They all went with =Bill to his house.
"Are the two kittens there, =Bill."'
asked =Janet.

"Yes, they are," said =Bill.

"And here is =Mitten, too!"

They all came up and
looked into the box.

Then =Janet asked the boy,
"Will you take those two kittens?

Will you give =Mitten back to me?"

"Yes, I will," said the big boy,
and away he went with his kittens.
 &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1966--but in '76)  6TH GRADE   SF19666T.ASC
OPEN HIGHWAYS  BOOK 6  by Marian Monroe et al
Source: Hobart WS xerox, scan edit by DPH       February 12, 1993

&&111


 Silence!  ordered the chief of the elders.  What  
nonsense is this? Have you a better plan for saving the
village?  he asked =Haji.
=Haji swallowed and looked about in sudden confusion.
Plan? He had not had time to think of a plan. The eyes
of all were upon him, waiting, but his thoughts were only
of his beloved elephant. Majda =Koom was in danger.
Something had to be done. He said the first thing that
came into his head.
 =Majda =Koom is not mad,  he said again.  He belongs
to me. I, =Haji, will capture him and turn back the herd.
The village shall not be harmed. Let the safety of your
rice fields and the village be on my head. 
=There were angry rumbles in the crowd.


Elephants are the largest animals that roam the
=Far =East jungles. A full-grown male elephant will
weigh anywhere from four to six tons. That is eight
to twelve =thousand pounds, as heavy as the largest
motor truck you have ever seen.
A full-grown elephant stands from nine to twelve
feet high at the shoulder. In other words, he would
have to stoop far down to get into most rooms. And
his head, if he held it up, would touch the ceiling of
many schoolrooms.
With his great size and strength, the elephant is
the most powerful animal that lives in the jungle.
There is no other animal that can stand against his
charge. Even the lordly tiger fears him and will move
silently away to avoid a fight. The elephant, with his
long ivory tusks, his strong trunk, and his heavy,  
dangerous feet that can stamp out the life of any other
living creature, is the master of the land where he
lives.
Yet, in spite of the elephant's huge size, it is  
possible for a man, with less than a fiftieth of his weight,
to capture these greatest of jungle beasts. And this
is because man, small as he is in comparison, has a
brain that reasons.



The =FBI was formed in =1908. It was then made up
of a very small group of investigators who were to
handle investigations for the =Department of =Justice.
Today, there are some =6400 =Special =Agents  
working in the =United =States and =Puerto =Rico, as well as
some =8700 clerks, stenographers, and technicians.
Inside the =Department of =Justice =Building, a tourist
sees the =Laboratory =Division of the =FBI. Here experts
analyze tiny chips of paint to find out what kind it is
and where it came from. Other experts test tiny smears



=American shaving with his winning slogan: =That  
aftershave lotion with the distinctive invigorating smell that
keeps you on your toes. Then he gave =NW the two
=thousand dollars and one dozen bottles of lotion in
a suitcase just like the one that =Homer had at home.
After =NW made a short speech, the program was
over. Just then four men said,  =Put them up!  




This story that I have written is not really my story.
It is much older than I am. It is much older than your
mother and father, or your grandmother and  
grandfather, or your grandfather's grandfather. It is so old
that it was told =thousands of years before =American was
discovered !
There weren't any books in those long-ago days.
And in the ancient lands of =Greece and =Rome, the
only stories people knew were told to them by men
who went from town to town, singing of brave heroes,
beautiful maidens, and terrible dragons. These men
came to great feasts and sang to the guests about all
the things they had seen and heard in other lands.
The people wondered about strange things in the
sky and on the earth. They wondered why the plants
and animals lived and grew and died. The singers at
the feasts sang stories that gave answers to these
questions.
People in those days didn't think of =God as we do.
So the singers sang about many powerful gods and
goddesses who, they believed, made and ruled the
earth. They sang of how these gods and goddesses
helped as well as punished the people on earth.
This story is one of the songs that were sung at
those feasts. Today we call them myths.



Not long after that, =Bobby came home looking pale.
A tail light on the car had been smashed.
 I don't know how it happened,  he told me.  I
was parked downtown, and when I came back  
A likely story!  I said.  But I'll help prove your
innocence. If you really are innocent. 
Honest! Someone hit me when I was parked! 
=Bobby was so upset he didn't realize I had offered
to help him. I was a little surprised myself. But I
felt sorry for him. He'd be sick if he couldn't drive
for six months. And to pay for the repairs would
take his allowance for weeks!
 Listen, =Bobby!  I said.  We have to be logical.
Did you notice the car that was parked back of your
house?  
No, I didn't,  he said.
 No car was there when I
parked. Nor when I went to
get the car, either. 
Oh, great!  I said.  Was
anyone around? Did you try
to find someone who had seen
the accident? 
No. I was too upset to
think straight,  said =Bobby.
Just then =Dad marched
in.  =Bob!  he roared.  How
could you have done a thing
like that? 
=Bobby gulped.  How did
you know?  he said.



Traveling by railroad, they went to =Pittsburgh.
Then they took a steamboat down the =Ohio =River and
the =Mississippi =River and into the =Gulf of =Mexico.
They landed on the coast of =Texas. Then they rode
inland on horses to a ranch outside =San =Antonio.
The boys knew that the camels were at the ranch.
A ship had already brought them across the ocean
from =Turkey. That evening =Ham and =Joe and =May
heard a strange jingle of bells. In the twilight they
saw =twenty-five big, awkward-looking animals, each
with a string of bells around its neck. And along with
the jingling came other strange sounds.
&&000 GINN & CO.  (1966)   6TH GRADE                GIN9666T.ASC
WINGS TO ADVENTURE by David H. Russell, et al
Source:U of Rochester xerox, scan, edit by DPH January 26, 1993

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the tribe and the women and children also lived
within the protecting walls of thorn.
Overlooking the =manyatta was a hill, and on its
top was a group of huts where dwelt the =el =morani,
the young warriors. From their lofty vantage point
they commanded a view of the rolling plains and the
village itself, and ever through the days and nights,
their keen eyes and ears were alert for sight or sound
of enemies.
These nomadic herdsmen, with their keen, fierce
faces crowned by matted locks of reddened hair, were
a warlike folk who feared neither man nor beast.
Their only wealth was cattle. They gave all their
strength and cunning and knowledge to the protection
of these half-wild, humpbacked cows. And sometimes
they gave their lives. After raids on villages of  
neighboring tribes, some warriors would return victorious
with stolen cattle, but a few of their tribesmen they
left dead among the burning huts of those they had
despoiled.
One clear night as the =el =morani kept their
customary watch over the plains and village below,
a warrior's lean, stiff fingers tapped rhythmically on
the antelope skin head of a drum. The sound fluttered
out on the night air, rising and falling like small
waves. Above him, other warriors sprawled in the
light of flames that leaped scarlet-tongued from a big
night-fire. The drum-beater began to chant, repeating
over and over,  I saw the track of a lion today. 
=Then as the resonant voice of the drum dropped to a
faint whisper of sound, he again sang,  I saw the
track of a lion today. 




My hands are just itching
to hold a hammer again,  =John =Henry said.
He tried one for size, and laughed.
 It sure does feel fine. 
How he drove those spikes, singing
to the clanging of his hammer!
The men joined in, their voices singing,
hammers ringing.
And =John =Henry's gang was in the lead
as day after day
the tracks moved steadily westward.

Rising across their path
was a sprawling mountain range.
Its snow-capped peaks reached high
into the clouds.
 We'll have to tunnel through, 
said his friend, =L'il =Bill.
 It'll be awful dangerous. Could be cave-ins, 
someone put in.
 That suits me fine,  said =John =Henry.
 Me, too,  added =L'il =Bill.
 Here's how we'll do it, boys,  the foreman
called out.
 A couple of men will drive a hole into the rock.
Then the powder men will put dynamite
into the hole and explode it.
The others will cart the loose rock away.
We'll do this again and again until we have
a tunnel right through this mountain. And
it's going to be a real big tunnel, boys.
Big enough for a giant locomotive pulling
one of them long strings of trains.
All right, boys, blast away! 
Deep into the mountain they worked,
as =John =Henry's singing
echoed through the tunnel. The powder men
got ready to blast more rock.



Just the same, =Johnny refused to give up his
great idea. That night he unfolded it to his father,
who gave the scheme a more sympathetic hearing
than it had received from =Sam. He didn't tell his
enthusiastic young son that the same idea had
already occurred to him, and that he had been
watching the government's program of conservation,
which included the use of beavers in some districts
where they had been trapped out.
 Tell you what, =Johnny,  said Mr =Allen.  You
write to the =State =Fish and =Game =Department and
tell them what you have told me. Then we'll see
what happens. 
=Johnny wrote the letter that night, and the next
day put it in the mailbox at the end of the ranch
road. Then he waited. Days went by, nine of
them, and then a reply came. The very  
official looking envelope was at his place at the table one
day when he and =Sam came in for their noon meal.
 Mailman left something for you,  said Mrs =Allen.
 Go wash your hands, and then you can read it. 
 Oh, =Mom!  begged =Johnny, his eyes dancing.
Mrs =Allen tried to hide a smile as she bent to
open the oven door.  All right. Read it first,
then. 
=Johnny tore open the letter and read fast. It
was from the =State =Fish and =Game =Department.
The letter said that two men would be at the ranch
soon, to look over the situation and consider the
possibility of planting a beaver colony in the stream
above the pasture land. =Johnny let out a shout and
shoved the letter under =Sam's nose.
 Read that,  he demanded.  Now what do you
think of beavers? 
 I still think they're dumb animals,  said =Sam,
with a wink at Mr =Allen, who had just come into
the kitchen.  And the water's still drying up in the
creek. 
 Just you wait,  promised =Johnny over his
shoulder, as he started toward the kitchen sink.
A few days later, true to their promise, the
government men came to the ranch. With =Johnny
and his father, they rode over the range. They saw
that there was plenty of feed for many weeks of
grazing, but that the water had almost disappeared



=Antarctic Adventure

It was little more than one =hundred and =fifty years
ago that seal and whale hunters sighted lonely, barren
=Antarctica for the first time. Today this silent
continent is home to a number of small, modern
settlements and to scores of scientists who are
searching out its secrets.
During the time from =July =1, =1957 to =December,
=1958, teams of scientists from twelve nations were
sent to explore and study =Antarctica. This study
was a part of a great scientific program called the
=International =Geophysical =Year. The =IGY, as it is
called, was an attempt made by over ten =thousand
distinguished scientists from almost =seventy nations
to learn more about the earth and its surroundings.
The scientists who went to the =Antarctic hoped to
learn many facts about weather there, for weather
in that region affects weather all over the earth.
This is especially true of the storms in the upper air
that affect world-wide radio communications. The
scientists also searched for coal, oil, uranium, and
other minerals.
The =United =States set up six bases on different
parts of =Antarctica. The building of the first base,
known as =Operation =Deepfreeze I, was started in
=October, =1955, under the command of =Rear =Admiral
=Richard =E =Byrd. A fleet of seven ships, powerful
ice breakers as well as cargo ships and oil tankers,
brought eighteen =hundred men, fourteen airplanes,
and almost ten =thousand tons of cargo to =Antarctica.
The expedition's modern equipment included
powerful tractors for hauling sled-trains loaded with
supplies, massive rollers for smoothing snow for
building sites and runways, and tractorbuses for
carrying the explorers about. Well-trained =Eskimo
sled dogs, for trail rescue work, accompanied the
expedition.



A Test of Courage

High on the west bank of the =Hudson =River, =fifty
miles from =New =York =City, is one of the most famous
schools in the world. Here at =West =Point is the
=United =States =Military =Academy where young men
are trained and educated to become army officers.
Among the famous soldiers who have come out of
=West =Point is an officer who has displayed great
courage under fire and the kind of leadership which
inspires men to follow him. Equally important, he
has shown the kind of spiritual courage that would
not let him quit under the most trying conditions.
His name is =Benjamin =Oliver =Davis, =Jr. He is a
general in the =United =States =Air =Force.
=Benjamin =Davis was born in =Washington, , =DC, in
=1912, the son of a =Negro career army officer. After
enlistment in the =Spanish-American =War, =Benjamin's
father had won a competitive examination for a
commission as second lieutenant in the =United =States
=Army. This had led to his decision to follow a career
in the military service. The =Davis family moved
from =Washington,  when young =Benjamin was about
seven years old. After four years in =Alabama the
family moved again, this time to =Cleveland, =Ohio.
Benjamin's father, a lieutenant colonel by this time,
had been made an instructor in the =Ohio =National
=Guard.
Young =Benjamin took his studies at school very
seriously. His assignments were always completed
long,before they were due. In his senior year in
high school he won six leather-bound volumes of
=Shakespeare for achieving the highest scholastic
standing in his class. That year he was also class
president. After he graduated from high school, he
attended =Western =Reserve =University for a year. The
next year he went to the =University of =Chicago.
Young =Benjamin wanted to follow in his father's
footsteps. But instead of advancing through the
ranks, =Ben wanted to go to =West =Point.
It is not easy to enter the =United =States =Military
=Academy at =West =Point. A young man must not
only be physically fit for such a career, but he must
have very high grades in the schools from which he
has come. Finally, his name must be presented to the
=Academy by a member of the national government.
Usually a senator or a congressman nominates  
candidates. Sometimes the =President, =Vice-President, or
the =Secretary of the =Army appoints candidates.



He looked thoughtfully at =Dave.  Let's go take
a look at it,  he said.
They crossed the road and climbed the stone wall.
Dave walked along, hands in his pockets, listening
as =Dad talked of acreage and fence lines and clearing.
 Those run-out meadows will make pretty good
pasture land,  suggested =Dad.
 We'll put up a good fence so the cows can't get
into the forest,  said =Dave.
 We'd probably have to build a bridge across to
the wood lot,  added =Dad.
 Would we?  asked =Dave happily.
There was so much to do that they would be busy
every minute until school started. But it was fun
to think about. =Dave stopped for a minute and stood
quietly on the hillside. He took a deep breath of
happiness.
All around him was the smell of cows and the
smell of the sun on the ferns along the edge of the
woods. He could hear little =North =Branch running
along peacefully, out of sight. He looked back up
the hill to the house and the barns and around the
horizon at the encircling mountains. He drank it
all in, with his eyes and his ears and his nose. He
had always known it was a wonderful place to live,
but never before had he felt so much a part of it.
My name is =Miguel =Chavez. I live near the town
of =Taos, in =New =Mexico. I will not tell you just how
old I am, but I am not old enough. It is hard being
=Miguel and not old enough to do the things that
matter. I wish I were my big brother =Gabriel. He
is nineteen and can do whatever he likes.
The work of our family is to raise sheep. In
the winter, we pasture our sheep on the big mesa.
In the summer, the sheep are taken into the high
meadows of the =Sangre de =Cristo =Mountains. It is
very important for you to know this because of my
secret wish. Each year I have had this secret wish,
but it has not yet come true. Maybe this will be
the year. Maybe this year I will be big enough.
My secret wish is to go up into the =Sangre de =Cristo


My Prairies

I love my prairies, they are mine
From zenith to horizon line,
Clipping a world of sky and sod
Like the bended arm and wrist of =God.

I love their grasses. The skies
Are larger, and my restless eyes
Fasten on more of earth and air
Than seashore furnishes anywhere.

I love the hazel thickets; and the breeze,
The never resting prairie winds. The trees
That stand like spear points high
Against the dark blue sky
Are wonderful to me. I love the gold
Of newly shaven stubble, rolled
A royal carpet toward the sun, fit to be
The pathway of a deity.

I love the life of pasture lands; the songs of birds
Are not more thrilling to me than the herd's
Mad bellowing or the shadow stride
Of mounted herdsmen at my side.

I love my prairies, they are mine
From high sun to horizon line.
The mountains and the cold gray sea
Are not for me, are not for me.



 It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice! 
The =Carpenter said nothing but
 Cut us another slice;
I wish you were not quite so deaf  

I've had to ask you twice! 

 It seems a shame,  the =Walrus said,
 To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick! 
The =Carpenter said nothing but
The butter's spread too thick! 

 I weep for you,  the =Walrus said:
 I deeply sympathize. 
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
 O =Oysters,  said the =Carpenter,
 You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again? 
But answer came there none  
And this was scarcely odd, because
They would be eaten every one.


The Impractical =Chimney =Sweep

=John =William's father was a =Practical =Chimney
=Sweep. But then his name was =Albert =George, and,
of course, that made all the difference.
=Albert =George used to drive round the town in
his donkey-cart, with all his brushes stuck up above
him like furry chimneys. When people met him,
they would ask,  How is the boy, =Albert =George? Is
he going to be a chimney sweep like you? 
=Albert =George would shake his head and say,  I
don't know. He's not what I'd call practical. 
One morning, =Albert =George and =John =William
set out to clean the chimneys of the house of =Lord
=Summerset. His house was a very big one, built in
the middle of a fine park. It was still dark when
=Albert =George drove up the long drive to the house.



Suddenly one of the front horses became frightened.
It snorted and reared. Men ran from all parts of the
courtyard to help calm the animals.
Tim and =Bigsy ran over, too.
When the horses were quiet again, =Tim and his
pet returned to the red cart. Ten minutes later
Mr =Walker appeared.
As they pulled out of the courtyard, =Tim said,
 That's Mr =Sharp's horse over there, isn't it? 
Mr =Walker nodded.  Met =Sharp as I came out.
If I hadn't, we'd be selling peppercorns tomorrow. 
 Peppercorns?  asked =Tim in surprise.
 Right, the keeper had three kegs too many
shipped to him. Offered me some to sell at the =Fair.
But when I was leaving, =Sharp stepped up and said
he sold spices and we didn't. He asked if I would
let him have them. So I said I would as a favor. 
  On the long way to =Northtown =Tim napped on the
front seat. Finally Mr =Walker turned =Jonathan,
his horse, into a dark lane which followed a stream
into the woods. In the moonlight =Tim helped move
the tinware to one side. As he was about to settle
down, Mr =Walker said,  =Fetch me the money bag,
lad. 
Sleepily, =Tim tipped the short board and reached
for the bag. But it wasn't there. He reached again,
running his hand quickly into the corners. It still
wasn't there. The secret drawer was empty!
 It's gone!  he cried out.
 What?  Mr =Walker ran to the front of the cart.
Then he shouted,  Why, it is gone!  He turned and
grabbed =Tim by the shoulders.  What do you know
about this? 
=Tim stammered,  It     it was there just before
we got to the inn. We put money in it near that
schoolhouse. 



  =Pa's there with a lantern,  said =Gabee aloud.
He knew that his father was at the edge of the willow
ridge, guiding him home. =Gabee fixed his eyes on
that beam as he stumbled toward it.
Then =Prean =Lajoi's thick voice came to his ears.
 =Gab-bee! =Gab-beeeee! 
 =Yoo-hoo, =Pa!   cried =Gabee in eager reply.
 Coming!  
Calling as he went, he plunged through the mud
and the darkness and the mist. Panting, he plodded
through the marsh. The beam grew bigger and
bigger. =Gabee's eyes never left it for a second.
At last =Gabee reached the willow ridge. His
father helped him up with an outstretched
hand. He took =Gabee's sack; he raised it
up and down, testing its weight.
 Well, any mink, you?
=Gabee was so tired he could
hardly walk. He puffed to catch
his breath. Then he answered
slowly,  Got me one big bull,
yes, =Pa. 
 I got three small ones and =forty rats, me.
Then, in a lower tone,  It's almost midnight, =yes. 
Nothing more was said. There was no scolding or
blaming or excitement. =Gabee and his father were
just two marshmen telling each other the news of
their day's work.
=Gabee's father knew that =Gabee had been scared.
But it had been an experience, a good way to learn.
Marshland apprenticeship was not soft.
Carrying =Gabee's sack, =Prean led the way to camp.
In front of the cabin a fire of old rags was burning