&&000 GINN AND COMPANY   (GRADE 7)                  GIN9607T.ASC
   DISCOVERY THROUGH READING by Mary A. Gunn, et.al.
   SOURCE:  COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE
   XEROX by DPH  SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER  July 19, 1993

   note: several copywrites dates going back to 1953  1960 chosen


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 his horse and began spinning,  
 gradually letting out the rope until it
 was whirling in a huge circle over
 the heads of the audience.
 When he first decided to talk, to
 explain some of his tricks, he was
 hurt because people laughed at his
 drawling remarks. He wanted to be
 applauded as a roper, not a  
 comedian. But other actors appearing
 with him advised him to make the
 most of the laughter, and he began
 to work hard over funny things to
 say. His jokes were written out and
 memorized at first, not impromptu,
 and some were written for him.
 But as he began to gain in  
 showmanship, he found his own natural
 style of wit. He took the basic
 truth of a situation and exaggerated
 it until people laughed. It was a
 type of humor that required more
 than just jokes. He was a keen
 analyst of current affairs and seemed
 to be able to put into words just what
 most people wished they were clever
 enough to say about things  
 happening in the world.
 It was while he was appearing in
 the =Ziegfeld =Follies that he began to
 introduce his remarks with the
 phrase that became famous, I see
 by the papers. He read the
 papers constantly and always had
 up to the minute comments to make,
 unlike other comedians who repeated
 their material from one show to the
 next. People began to come back to
 see his act time and again, and his
 popularity grew.

 seem to be much excitement around
 =Summit on account of his  
 disappearance, but maybe they haven't  
 realized yet that he's gone. His folks
 may think he's spending the night
 with =Aunt =Jane or one of the  
 neighbors. Anyhow, he'll be missed today.
 Tonight we must get a message to
 his father demanding the two  
 thousand dollars for his return.
 Just then we heard a kind of war
 whoop, such as =David might have
 emitted when he knocked out the
 champion =Goliath. It was a sling
 that =Red =Chief had pulled out of his
 pocket, and he was whirling it
 around his head.
 I dodged and heard a heavy thud
 and a kind of a sigh from =Bill, like a
 horse gives out when you take his
 saddle off. A rock the size of an egg
 had caught =Bill just behind his left
 ear. He loosened himself all over
 and fell in the fire across the frying
 pan of hot water for washing the
 dishes. I dragged him out and
 poured cold water on his head for
 half an hour.
 By and by, =Bill sits up and feels
 behind his ear and says, =Sam, do
 you know who my favorite =Biblical
 character is?
 Take it easy, says I.  You'll
 come to your senses presently.
 =King =Herod, says he. You
 won't go away and leave me here
 alone, will you, =Sam?
 I went out and caught that boy
 and shook him until his freckles
 rattled.
 

 telling how big it is or how far down
 it goes. People have often found
 caves like this. It's lucky that I
 have my torch. Now, this is my
 business.
 The others knew that it was no
 good to oppose him. Whenever
 there was something risky afoot, no
 one else had a chance. =Marcel saw
 the reproach in the others eyes.
 Our business, he corrected  
 himself.  But I am responsible for all
 of you, and also for =Robot. Then
 he switched on the torch and shone
 it into the narrow entrance. With
 his right hand he pulled away some
 more lumps of earth and a few
 stones.  It seems to get wider
 farther down, he said, with one
 arm already inside the opening.
 Won't you wait till we get a
 rope? asked =George.
 But I have the torch, came a
 reply from the hole. And when
 =Marcel's legs had already  
 disappeared.  It gets wider in here, 
 it's already quite comfortable.   
 The other three lay on their
 stomachs with their faces close to the
 hole. They could hear =Marcel  
 dragging himself along, and now and
 then they saw a faint light. Then
 suddenly the light disappeared.
 They heard a loud rumbling and,
 immediately afterwards, the muffled
 noise of falling stones. A frightful
 silence followed.
 It caved in, whispered =George.
 =Jim and =Simon tried to say  
 something, but they just couldn't get out


 Shame on you, =Kit. You know
 a =Quaker does not run away.
 =Thomas will take care of us.
 Desperately =Kit shook the old
 woman's shoulders.  Oh, =Hannah!
 What shall I do with you? Of all
 times for =Hannah to turn vague!
 But =Hannah's brief resolution  
 suddenly gave way, and all at once
 she clung to =Kit, sobbing like a
 child.
 Don't let them take me again,
 she pleaded.  Where is =Thomas?
 I can't face it again without
 =Thomas. 
 This time =Kit succeeded in half
 dragging the sobbing old woman
 through the under brush. They made
 a terrible rustling and snapping of
 twigs as they went, but the noise
 behind them was still louder. The
 crowd had reached the cottage now.
 There was a crashing, as though
 the furniture was being hurled to
 splinters against the walls.
 She was here! The fire is still
 burning !
 Look behind the woodpile. She
 can't have got far.
 There's the cat! screeched a
 woman in terror.  Look out!
 There was a shot, then two more.
 It got away. Disappeared into
 thin air. 
 No bullet could kill that cat.
 Here's the goats. Get rid of
 them too !
  Hold on there!  I'll take the
 goats. Witchcd or no, goats is
 worth twenty shillings apiece.


 he inoculated the baby with  
 swine pox. Later =Jenner inserted a bit of
 smallpox matter into scratches in
 the child's arm, but numerous trials
 brought no results.
 Several years afterward, there was
 an outbreak of cowpox on a  
 neighboring farm, and the dairymaid
 became infected. =Jenner seized his
 opportunity. He collected the  
 matter from the pustule on her hand
 and vaccinated an eight year old
 boy. A few weeks later, he  
 inoculated the child with fresh smallpox
 fluid taken from a blister. This had
 no ill effect.
 He inoculated smallpox matter
 into ten persons who had at some
 previous time contracted cowpox.
 They too resisted smallpox. The  
 evidence was complete. He was  
 satisfied that he had put a vague belief
 on a scientific basis.
 The elated Dr. =Jenner was ready
 to make his great discovery known
 to the =Royal =Society. In =1796 he
 presented his results to the =Society,
 but the paper was refused. A doctor
 friend urged him to enlarge on his
 findings by making further  
 experiments and then publish his results
 in a book. For the next two years
 =Jenner collected more evidence,
 wrote, and revised, and finally was
 ready with a manuscript.
 =Sir =Benjamin =Ward =Richardson
 said about =Jenner's =75-page booklet:
 No book so small has been talked
 of so much; no book has been read
 from the original so little; no book
 

 And now the leather covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
 And =Casey stood a watching it in haughty grandeur there;
 Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped.
 That ain't my style, said =Casey. Strike one, the umpire said.
 
 From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
 Like the beating of the storm waves on a stern and distant shore;
 Kill him! Kill the umpire! shouted someone on the stand.
 And it's likely they'd have killed him had not =Casey raised his 
 hand.
 
 With a smile of =Christian charity great =Casey's visage shone;
 He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
 He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew,
 But =Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, =Strike two.
 
  Fraud ! cried the maddened thousands, and the echo answered,    
 Fraud !
 But a scornful look from =Casey, and the audience was awed;
 They saw his face grow stern and cold; they saw his muscles      
 strain,
 And they knew that =Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.
 
 The sneer is gone from =Casey's lips, his teeth are clenched in  
 hate,
 He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
 And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
 And now the air is shattered by the force of =Casey's blow.
 
 Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
 The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
 And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,
 But there is no joy in =Mudville, mighty =Casey has struck out.

 An =All-State gridiron great, hockey
 and swimming star, record breaking
 shot putter, captain of the baseball
 nine, and the spark plug of a  
 championship basketball team.
 The two brothers weren't much
 alike. =Mac was big, easy, and  
 spectacular.= Terry was slight and strung
 on wires, a scrub on the football
 team, but husky enough for hockey.
 At basketball and tennis he was
 pretty good, but not like =Mac, who
 could slice up a defense like a hot
 knife cutting into butter. You
 couldn't expect more than one =Mac
 to a family.
 =Terry sighed inwardly, looking
 for someone to pass to, saw that his
 running mate, =Suds =Kelly, was on a
 busy line and elected to try a long
 one. The ball traveled to the hoop
 like a needle on a magnet, and it
 was another goal for the varsity.
 The coach blew his whistle and
 stopped the play. =Sids wandered
 over to retrieve the ball and came
 back to =Terry with it cradled under
 his arm.  Very handsome bit of
 shooting, son, he said approvingly.
 You know, =Terry, you're looking
 pretty good this season. Maybe
 you're wearing =Mac's shoes.
 =Terry laughed and took the ball.
 Not me.
  I don't know, said =Suds.
 You've done plenty of scoring the
 last few games.
 =Terry sighted the basket and
 tossed a free throw in neatly. Why
 all the bookkeeping, =Suds? I didn't


 hat brim down solid, and then he
 couldn't watch no more. Something
 had come between him and his
 vision, it was the cowboy's thumb
 which had layed over his left eyelid
 and pulled it down over his eye. In
 the next second he felt a weight
 added on to that of the saddle, and
 all of a sudden he could see again.
 But what he did see left him  
 stary eyed and paralyzed. For half a
 minute he just stood like petrified.
 That cowboy had disappeared from
 the side of him, and instead, there
 he was right in the middle of his
 back and on that hunk of leather
 he'd been hankering to shed off
 ever since it was put on there.
 Instinct pointed out only one way
 for him to act, it was telling him
 that neither the human nor the
 leather belonged up there in the
 middle of him that way, and that
 if he tried he could most likely get
 rid of them. There was nothing else
 to do that he could see, and right
 then he felt that he sure must do
 something.
 His head went down, and a beller
 came out of him that said much as
 I want you,  Up went =Smoky's
 withers followed by the hump that
 made the saddle twist like on a
 pivot, and last came steel muscles
 like shot out of the earth, and
 which carried the whole mixed up
 and crooked conglomeration of
 man and horse up in midair and
 seemed like to shake there for a spell
 before coming down. All seemed


 =Bertie =Poddle didn't know the
 meaning of defeat. He went out for
 every sport and tried hard, but he
 never made a team. His plump
 arms, large legs, and smooth rotund
 body were not built for success in
 sports. =Bertie always regarded the
 reflection of his round, friendly,
 pinkskinned face with disfavor.
 =Bah, he said, turning away from
 the mirror.
 In spite of failures, =Bertie was
 willing to try anything so long as
 it added to the glory of =Heeble =High.
 He offered his services to the  
 =Director of =Music and was assigned
 to the school band. It wasn't until
 an hour after the interview that it
 

 the checking account, withdrew
 enough cash to cover three full and
 three half tickets to =Washington,  and
 return. It seemed a lot of money,
 and both =Bill and =Frank thought it
 would be cheaper to make the trip
 by car. They felt sure that, once
 they arrived in =Washington, and  
 explained to =Mother about the saving,
 she would approve too.
 The two oldest boys and =Martha
 were the possessors of a =Model =T
 touring car. An antique when they
 had acquired it the year before for
 =$20, it had aged perceptibly under
 its new ownership.
 The car had neither top nor  
 fenders. The body was painted airplane
 silver. A six inch red stripe, none
 too expertly applied, ran around
 the hull waterline fashion at a point
 equidistant from the running boards
 and the top of the doors.
 Starting the motor was a two man
 proposition, with one person  
 turning the crank and jiggling a  
 wire loop choke which protruded from
 the front of the radiator, and the
 other sitting in the driver's seat
 to retard the spark as soon as the
 engine coughed. But the three
 owners had done a good deal of
 work on the motor; it was reliable
 and purred like a kitten, only louder.
 There was no doubt in anyone's
 mind that the car could make the
 trip to the capital. As a matter of
 insurance, however, a pump, tire
 patches, spare spark coils and  
 miscellaneous tools were stowed under
 &&000 HARCOURT BRACE AND JOVANOVICH (1962) 7TH GRADE  HBJ9627T.ASC
Adventures for You  by Isabel M. Kincheioe and Eva Pumphrey
Source: Lock Haven University Pa. 
     xerox, scan and edit by DPH July 10, 1993

&&111
 
   an angle, so that very little lift is built
   up. If the blades are tilted, we'll get
   enough lift to rise. This is called  
     increasing the pitch. The pilot does this
   by pulling up on the collective pitch
   lever, increasing the pitch of all the
   blades at once. Now the copter  
     begins to rise, and the ground seems to
   fall away below us.
   Let's try hovering, or standing still,
   in one place in the air. When we've
   risen far enough, the pilot moves the
   collective pitch lever down slowly.
   Can you see what will happen? As the
   pitch of the blades decreases, the lift is
   less and the copter rises more slowly.
   By using the lever skillfully, our pilot
   is able to make the lift exactly balance
   the pull of gravity on the copter, and
   we stay in one spot, neither rising nor
   falling.
   You already know how the  
helicopter moves forward if the main  
rotor is tilted forward a little. The pilot
   uses the control stick to do this.
   Pulling the control stick backwards
   will tilt the rotor backward, and the
   copter will fly backwards.
   We can l~y sideways by moving the
   control stick either right or left.
   A copter can fly sideways or  
backwards as long as you like. But you
   probably wouldn't want to travel that
   way very long, any more than you'd
   want to go a long distance by backing
   up in a car. So we must learn how to
   turn the helicopter.
   The rudder pedals are used for this
   job.  Rudder pedals  is really a  
left   over name borrowed from ordinary
   planes, since the helicopter has no
   rudder. These pedals control the rear
   rotor.


   people who promptly welcomed this
   strong, handsome boy. He spoke  
broken, plunging =English, and said  thee 
   and  thou  like the =Quaker =Thomases.
   He wore the finest frilled shirts and
   black satin breeches. For a time he
   could hardly dress with sufficient  
elegance. He had plenty of money and
   plenty of time. The =Thomases  
managed the place well; there was little
   else to occupy him.  A popinjay, I
   was making a popinjay of myself,  he
   said.  I had a little fancy for fine
   clothes. I was absurdly fond of dress. 
   =Once when he missed a chance to ride
   to =Philadelphia, he went =thirty miles
   on foot to purchase some new shirts;
   and he danced with all the girls. In
   the excitement of his first arrival, he
   was playing a part. He had acted the
   part of the gay young =Frenchman,  
exactly as it was expected of him, with
   frills, dancing, gallantry. All his life
   he was fond of masquerades.   
   No masquerade ever occupied him for
   long, and this one was soon over.
   
   These days were filled by fresh
   sights and sounds. The redwings
   came, and the grackles. Among the
   spread flowers of dogwood, he saw the
   black and deep rose of a grosbeak, his
   throat clear white against the curled
   green-white petals. A great eagle  
glistened in the sky. Muskrats haunted a
   small, narrow, wooded island near the
   shore above the mill dam. Sleek otters
   were there, and mink,  =minkes : he
   never learned to call them anything
   else. Quiet in the grass, he watched
   their inquisitive ways. He saw them
   stalking mice or small squirrels and
   their sudden arched spring as they



   warm, but he must lie, helpless and
   drenched.
    Little rain never held me up, 
   =Hugh said.  Let's get going. 
   In the canoe they covered =Hugh
   with the small tent, although he said
   he'd rather drown than smother. Ann
   often stopped paddling to bail the
   craft. =Jerry and =Philip hunched their
   shoulders and swung their paddles,
   hour after hour.
   They traveled in a world of  
confusion. The noise of the rain was not
   a patter but the sound of onslaught.
   Each drop striking the lake formed a
   tiny geyser and the whole surface was
   pockmarked with them.
   =Ann had dreaded the two portages
   ahead of them that day. On the first,
   =Philip came as near to complaining as
   he had on the whole trip, when they
   waded ashore through slippery mud.
    We didn't need those portages  
today,  he said.
   Both portages were misery for
   =Hugh and for his bearers. Trails were
   now. They should have been  
downhearted, even frightened, but =Ken's
   desertion had brought a sense of
   strength and confidence. Discord was
   gone. =Ken's fear no longer broke their
   tight small circle. Now four  
courageous people faced the north together.
   =Ann fell asleep to the sound of rain
   beating on the canvas. In the night
   gusts shook the tent. In the morning
   rain no longer fell in drops. It  
descended in long slim pencils.
   =Ann ran through the downpour to
   the large tent where the others waited
   breakfast. When =Jerry brought the
   pail of hot coffee, he said he hadn't
   had to go to the lake for water.
    Just held the pail out. 
    =Ken hasn't got a tent,  =Philip said
   with relish.
    We won't have one today,  =Jerry
   said.  Unless,   and he looked a
   =Hugh.
   =Ann had doubted if the old trapper 
   could stand a day's exposure. The
   others would be working, could keep


   
   =Robbie =Landis and his mother lived
   in a small house on =Crum =Street, not
   far from the big highway. =Robbie's
   mother, =Sara, was a thin, small, sad
   woman who worked as hard as she
   was able to earn their living.
   =Robbie and his mother were poor,
   but they got along. She wrote the  
address labels for the county paper's
   mailing list, she did some plain  
sewing, and she stayed with children at
   night. They always had some nice
   clothes to wear to church on =Sunday,
   and =Robbie was clean and neat for
   school. There was always food on the
   table. In the eighth grade, =Robbie was
   no bigger than a ten or  
eleven-year   old boy, and he had no fat on him at
   all. His mother said that he would
   grow later. His father had been small
   until he was sixteen and then grew for
   about five years. =Robbie looked  
forward to the time when he would begin
   to grow.
   =Robbie loved his mother. He knew
   she was his great friend. He tried to
   obey her. =Robbie believed that his
   mother was always right, until =Clyde
   =Rumble came along into his life. Of
   course, =Clyde had been in his life a
   long time, for he lived down at the
   other end of the block. But the  
=Rumbles were not very good neighbors,
   and =Robbie had never played with the
   boys. They got into too much trouble.
   =Clyde was fourteen. He weighed
   twenty pounds more than =Robbie. He
   had all the makings of a first-class
   bully
   =Robbie was a  good  boy. His
   mother talked to him about being a
   good boy a great deal of the time. A
   good boy was clean. He did his  
lessons. He obeyed his mother and his
   teachers. He didn't lie or steal. Above
   all, he didn't fight.
    You don't want to fight, =Robbie, 
   his mother told him.  You can always
   get along with other people if you try. 
   =Robbie believed her. No one could
   have been more harmless than  
=Robbie. He never pushed or shoved in
   line. He never bothered anyone.
   When he got pushed around a little



   Like all boys, =Franklin liked to  
collect things. He was very serious about
   his collections and gave them a great
   deal of time and study, and worked
   very hard over them. He kept his  
interest in some of them all his life. At
   least three of them, his collection of
   the birds of =Dutchess =County, his  
collection of stamps, and his collection of
   books and prints about the =Navy, 
   became important and valuable.
   From, the time he was quite small,
   =Franklin and his father took long
   walks and watched the birds. Mr
   =Roosevelt called =Franklin's attention
   to their markings. He taught him to
   recognize some of their songs. By the
   time =Franklin was eight or nine, he
   knew quite a few of them. He knew
   the =English sparrow and the vesper
   sparrow. He knew the barn swallow
   and the chimney swallow and the
   robin and many less common birds.
   By the time he was ten, he knew
   the long scientific names, as well as
   the common names, of most of the
   birds in the county, and he and his
   cousin =Helen decided to find out how
   many of them they could see. They
   borrowed their parents fieldglasses
   and, in the spring mornings, sat  
quietly in the woods or the meadows or
   down by the riverbank, to see which
   birds had come up from the south.
    There's a meadow lark,  =Franklin
   called softly one morning.
   =Helen turned her glasses in the
   same direction as =Franklin's. Sure
   enough, there was a meadow lark
   winging its way northward and  
singing with all its heart.
    I hear a bobolink,  said =Helen.
   =Franklin listened. He heard it, too.
   They followed the  pink, pink
   through the woods, walking as  
quietly as cats.



   there seemed to be a jagged rent in
   the night where the sound had been.
   In a single leap =Hopalong was inside
   the tent, crouched at the far end, a
   coat over his head. Walter and I
   stared at the place where the Thing
   had hung in the air, but we saw only
   the black mouth of the well and  
shining gravel. The wind died as quickly
   as it was born, and a cloud drifted
   over the face of the moon.
   For an hour =Walter and I smoked
   our pipes in the tent door, but neither
   the voices nor the shapes came again.
   Silence, broken only by the distant
   howl of a lone wolf, lay thick over the
   desert.
    =Marco =Polo  described this same
   thing in his =Travels when he crossed
   the =Gobi ~ to the court of =Kublai
   


   east on =West =O'Konski, I put on the
   brakes, but not quite in time to miss
   the hole in the road, and then it came
   to me all of a sudden that there was
   something funny going on. I don't
   know why I hadn't realized it before. 
    =Frankly, Mrs =Rowbottom, you've
   lost me. What hole in which road? 
   The hole that's always somewhere
   around the place where you turn off
   =Daffodil onto =West =O'Konski. 
   I see. Now far be it from me to
   cast any reflections on women drivers,
   Mrs =Rowbottom, but it seems to me
   that if I or any other male knew there
   was a hole in the road from past  
expericnce, he would try to avoid it. 
    I did try. But you can't tell  
exactly where this one's going to be from
   one day to the next. 
   The hole moves? 
    It moves. Or rather, they move it.
   The city comes out and fills it up after
   we've complained, but the next night
   they come along and make another. 
   Who makes another? The  
workmen, you mean? 
    The machines. Bulldozers and
   things. 
    Just on the corner you  
mentioned? 
    Of course not. All over town. All
   y over the country, I imagine. 
   =Pipkorn had been gazing  
thoughtfully at the windowless walls. Now he
   cleared his throat.
    I can vouch for my neighborhood.
   It's going on there. Why, only two
   nights ago my left front wheel hit a
   rut that was,  
   Please,  the admiral said.  Let's
 get on with this. Have you ever seen
 the bulldozers creeping out at night
   &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1966-but also 1976) 7TH GRADE  SF19667T.ASC
Open Highways series by Helen M. Robinson et al
Source: Hobart WS xerox scan edit by DPH    February 12, 1993

NOTE: LEX IS -40!! BUT the text refers to Junior High matters

&&111


Before the =1900's, two thirds of the =American people
lived in the country. One third were city dwellers.
During the twentieth century, urban population took
the lead. Today two thirds of the people in the =United
=States live in cities.
To house all of the people, huge apartment buildings
have gone up from coast to coast. They have taken the
name, high-rise apartments.
Their flat roofs, out of sight from the street, have
coverings of tar, gravel, or asphalt, and sometimes of
stainless steel.
The high-rise apartment building shown here is of a
special kind called  slab construction.  The boxlike
shape has great height and width but is not deep. Walks
and lawns surround it, so that it stands free and apart
from other buildings. It holds almost six =hundred
apartments.



Two years later the digging began in the second level
from the bottom. This level =Heinrich called =Troy =2.
Everywhere he could see that there had been a fire
at this level. A huge gate and the thick walls that
came to light had been blackened by flames.
At last =Schliemann felt he had found the gate and
walls of =Troy. The huge building nearby must be the
palace of =King =Priam.
=Schliemann was very happy. He had reached the
supreme moment of his life. He had proved that
legend was fact. The heroes and heroines of the
=Trojan =War had been real men and women.
Only one thing spoiled his pleasure. The =Iliad had
described wonderful riches. These =Schliemann had
not found. But at least the world would now know
that =Troy had been a real city. =Schliemann felt that
his task was ended.
On the day before =Heinrich and =Sophia were to
leave =Hissarlik, they stood near the building they now
called the  =House of =Priam.  The workmen were still
digging, though no one expected to find anything
important this last day. It was only habit that made
the =Schliemanns watch over the work.
=Heinrich glanced at a copper object that had just
been dug up. Near it, he caught a flash of light. No
one else had seen it. At once, =Schliemann thought of
the treasure of =Troy. Could this be the gleam of gold?
He told =Sophia to dismiss the workmen.  Tell them
I have just remembered it is my birthday,  he said.
 Everyone will get paid today without working. 



=Laura was surprised and touched. She had never
expected this. Busy as she was with the younger  
children, her mother had been thinking of her.
Thanks, =Mom,  she said.  They are just what my
dress needed. I'll take good care of them.  =She
threw her arms around her mother. In that moment
=Laura's hurt feelings vanished. It was hard, she
knew, to bring up six children and divide your  
attention among them.
Come on. I want you to meet =Rick. 
Well, I don't know, dear,  Mrs =Norton hesitated,
smoothing her housedress.  I'm not exactly ready to
receive a guest. 
=Laura knew that it was she who had made her mother
painfully aware of this, and she was sorry. No matter
what =Rick thought, or what he was used to in his fine
home, she could not hurt her mother's feelings.
 You look fine to me,  she said, smiling.  Come
on. 
It was quiet in the living room. =Rick and =Larry were
sitting on the couch, with their heads together. They
did not hear =Laura and her mother enter the room.
 Oh, excuse me,  =Rick said, rising to his feet when
he finally saw them.  I guess we got interested in
=Larry's album. That's quite a stamp collection he
has. 
=Laura was pleasantly puzzled. It was clear that
=Larry and =Rick had gotten on very well.
 Mother, I'd like you to meet =Rick =Adams. 
 It's very nice to meet   =Rick started politely.



That last time was in the fall. There was an empty
lot down a street where the weeds were eight feet
tail. We boys had made tunnels through them.
It happened that on the night when the old man
appeared, there was a group of men and boys on the
street. One of them said,  Let's get him!  All at
once they came at me, fifteen or twenty men and boys,
running as fast as they could go. Among them was my
father. I came to the weed patch and went through a
hole in the fence. After I had crawled into the weeds
a little distance, I took off the cape and hat and  
makeup and left them. Then I went back and joined those
who were seeking the old man. My father came up to me and said, 
=Burl, are you thinking of going home? 
I said,  Yes, I think I will. 
He said,  I'll come with you. 
As we neared our house, he pulled a cape, hat, and
cane from under his coat and said,  Did you ever see
these before?  And I said,  Yes. 
When we got home, he put the things back in the
trunk and said,  Let's take a walk. 
We walked a long time, and finally he said,  You
might have been killed, pulling a trick like that. 
I said,  Yes. 
Then he said,  If the old man never appears again,
I will tell no one. He will be our secret. 
We stopped and looked directly into each other's
eyes, and my father held out his right hand to his son.
Until this day the old man remained our secret.



=Ann =Cameron first saw =Bianca on the =November
day when the little =Mexican girl enrolled at =Carthage
=Junior =High =School. Foreigners were not often seen
in this small Iowa town, so all the students stared
when the new girl was brought into the study hall.
=Bianca stared right back, a wide, friendly smile
flashing white in her brown face.
Miss =Peterson, who was in charge of the study
hall, picked up her pencil and asked,  Your name,
please?  
 =Bianca =Guadaloupe =Marita =Francesca =Rosalita
=Malenche =Quiroso,  she announced proudly. She
laughed without embarrassment at the teacher's
surprised look.  It is what you call the mouthful,
no? I am named for three saints, two grandmothers,
and one rich granduncle. 
Will you repeat your name?  asked =Miss =Peterson
quietly. A snicker welled up from the front row of
students. =Bianca's smile widened in friendly response
as she again rattled off the list of her names. The
snickers swelled into a loud roar. Miss =Peterson
straightened her shoulders and stood up.
 Quiet, please !   she ordered.  =Bianca, please
take that vacant seat in the last row for this period. 



It was spring of =1870 when the two =Jacobs started
out. They had many pack animals and many helpers
with them. After a two-week trip they reached the
fortresslike =Superstitions. Following a map, they
found it wasn't hard to spot the peak known as
=Weaver's =Needle, and from there to find the mine.
The gold was there, all right, in great lumps. Their
eager hands could dig it out easily. The two were used
to panning gold and seeing the tiny grains add up
slowly. This mine was beyond their wildest dreams.
They worked several weeks, and when they left, the
pack animals were loaded with gold. Back in =Sonora,
they gave their share to =Don =Miguel =Peralta because
he needed money badly. In return, he said they could
go back to the mine and take out more gold for  
themselves. They went back, just the two of them this time.
Once again the mine gave up a fortune to them with
little work. All went well until their mule destroyed
their supply of flour. This was serious. Flour was their main
staple. They could not stay there and finish the job without it. It
was decided that =Jacob =Walz should go for more flour.
=Jacob =Weiser would stay to guard the gold that they
had already mined. The trip to town took longer than =Jacob =Walz
had expected. When he returned, he found their camp  
destroyed. Only a frying pan, with an arrow through it,
remained. =Jacob =Weiser was gone. =Walz thought that
his friend had been killed by the =Apaches.



A half-mile farther on I came to a large log house.
From the looks of the house, barn, and fences, I knew
that here was a farmer who took pride in his place.
Of course, the dogs announced my arrival. A man
about =forty-five years old came to the door and on out
to the gate. I told him that I was looking for farm work,
and asked if he could keep me for the night.
 Sure, I can,  he said.  Come in, and we'll talk
while my wife is getting supper. 
The man's name was =Matthews. At the supper table
=Matthews asked,  Do you remember passing a small
log house about a mile from here? 
I told him I did.
 Well, that man, =Brady, is badly in need of a farm
hand. He hired three different men last year, but before
a month was out they all called for their pay and left.
If you want work, I'm sure he will hire you. He has
no room, however, to lodge a hired man, so he arranges
to have his hired hands sleep here. We furnish  
breakfast. You ride over, do a day's work, eat dinner and
supper there, and then you ride to our house for the
night. He pays the hand =$15'00 a month and pays me
=$5'00 a month for your room and your breakfast. 
I told him that was all right with me.
The next morning I rode over to =Brady's. A young
woman came to the door. I told her I had stayed at
=Matthews' and that I was looking for farm work.
 We need help,  she said.  If you will follow that
road, you'll come to the field where my husband is
plowing. 


It was a big smooth head, and it felt strong. I
passed my hand down his neck and back. He leaned
his huge body against me. Then he bowed his head
and licked my shoe.
A feeling of shame came over me. Why should
this great, powerful animal lick my shoe? Then
somehow everything changed. Fear left me, and
friendship and understanding took its place. I put
my arms suddenly around =Gulliver's neck and hugged
him. I loved that dog!
Slowly, slowly, the steamer crawled along. When
she was about a mile away, I saw that she might miss
us. She came nearer but showed no sign of seeing us.
She was so near I could make out people on the deck.
It seemed as though they must see us, even if we
were low in the water and my voice was weak.
Then an idea came to me.
 Speak!  I cried to =Gulliver.  Speak, old man! 
A roar like that of a herd of bulls rolled out over
the blue =Pacific. Again and again =Gulliver gave voice,
deep, full, powerful.
Then things began to happen on board the steamer.
Everyone came to the side. I waved my coat and
danced. Then they saw us.
I was pretty well done in when they took us aboard,
and I slept for twenty-four hours. When I woke, there
sat =Gulliver by my side. When I turned to look at
him, he lifted a great paw and put it on my arm.
From that time on, I have loved dogs, and all dogs
have looked upon me as a friend.   



The moon =i6 the earth's nearest
neighbor. It is only about =240'000
miles away from our planet.
In the sky the moon looks as big
as the sun. But it is really not. It
looks as big as the sun because it
is much closer to us. The moon is
not even as big as the earth. If
the earth were hollow, there
would be room inside it for at
least =fifty moons. The sun would
hold =fifty =million moons.
The moon does not give offlight
of its own as the sun does. It
would not be bright if the sun did
not shine on it.
It is not the same brightness all
over. Some people see pictures on
the moon. These light and dark
spots are made by mountains and
plains. The mountains catch the
sunlight better than the plains.

The moon's surface. When  
people first looked at the moon
through telescopes, they thought
that the plains were seas. They
gave the  seas  names, and these
names have not been changed. So
we find on a map of the moon such
names as  =Sea of =Showers  and
 =Lake of =Dreams.  =Many  
mountains on the moon are named for
mountains on the earth.
On the moon are also many
great hollows called craters.  
Perhaps they are the craters of
giant volcanoes. Perhaps they
were made by meteors that hit
the moon.