&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO.  (1970)  5TH GRADE       AMR9705T.ASC
IDEAS, IMAGES AND I series
I EARN, EXPLORE AND EXCEL by John M. Franco
Source: Hobart WS  xerox scan edit by DPH February 13, 1993

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After that, it was all ours, and the =Buckskins
knew it. When it was over, they went back to
=The =Hill, and we ended up at the =Pizza =Bar.
Each guy had to tell his story about how it all
happened. Right in the middle of mine, I looked
up, and there was =Mike ! He looked right at =Little
=Joe and said,  We always treat the star of the
game, so name your treat, =Little =Joe, name your
treat! 
It's a great bunch, the =Sockers. Not one guy
let on that it was the first we'd seen of =Mike in
days. And =Little =Joe, he just moved over to make
room for him.
=Hooray for the =Sockers!  I shouted. And for
the first time in a long time, I knew we really
had a team. A team, not just a one-man show!



 Quick ! Get your coat,  she said.  Take me to
the park and show me where you saw him. 
 But, =Mamma, what's the matter,  I asked.
 Hurry up! Don't ask questions now,  she
said.  I'll tell you when we get there. 
I grabbed my coat, and we ran to the park,
the two of us, as fast as we could.
 There he is!  I said, pointing to the bench
where the old man was sitting.
=Mamma stood there, staring at the old man.
He raised his head and looked at her. But his
eyes were no longer sad. He stood up, and
=Mamma ran into his open arms.

Then =Mamma was waving for me to come
closer. When I got to the bench, =Mamma held
out her hand to me and said,  =Rosa, I want you to
meet your grandfather.        she seems to love him.
My mouth fell open. I looked at =Mamma, and
there were tears running down her face. I
looked at the old man and he was crying, too.
Only he wasn't the old man any more. He was
my grandfather! My grandfather!
The three of us stood there crying and  
laughing and hugging each other, all at the same time.
When we got home, =Mamma told me the story.

I often wonder what she'd say,
If I went right up to her,
And told her that I'd like to be
Good friends, just like we were.

Do you suppose she'd make it up,
And say,  Okay by me! 
Or would she turn her back and say,
Go jump into the sea 
Suppose I say that now I know
Her friendship, good and true, 
Means more to me than silly pride.
I wonder what she'd do?
What if I say that I would like
To try to make things right, 
To talk things out and not get mad,
Or have another fight?

Do you suppose she'd listen, then?
Do you suppose she'd see
How much I want to be her friend?
It means so much to me!



But, like so many other scientists, he had
thought about a vaccine that would end the
terrible threat of infantile paralysis.
Dr =Salk studied the work of Dr =Enders and
Dr =Hammon. They had some of the answers,
but not all of them. Perhaps, he could find some
more answers, the answer!
Dr =Salk worked sixteen and eighteen hours
a day in his laboratory. Slowly, he found the
answers he was looking for. Slowly, he  
developed his =Mixture =199.
He was sure he was on the right track. Of
course, there would have to be many tests.
First, there would be tests using the vaccine on
monkeys. Then, there would be tests on children
who already had the disease. And if everything
went well, there would be a final test, this
time on one =million healthy children. 
When that last test was completed, in =1954,
he had his answer. Finally, he had the right,
vaccine. Mixture =199 worked! 

Dr =Jonas =E =Salk had made a vaccine against
infantile paralysis!
Today, no man, woman, or child has to fear
the terrible, crippling disease of infantile
paralysis, thanks to Dr =Jonas =E =Salk.

 The gang will be coming by, pretty soon,  he
thought.  And look at this lousy rain! 
 =Joey! Are you getting ready for bed?  called
Mrs =Quentes from the kitchen.
 =Yes, =Ma,  =Joey answered, quickly putting
the blade back in the drawer
Mrs =Quentes came to the door.  Why, you're
still dressed!  she said.  You're not going out
tonight, are you? It's late and it's raining. And
I don't want to see you hanging around with that
gang. 
=Ma ! They're all right,  =Joey said.  Quit
picking on them. They're as good as =Eddie's
friends were. 
Yes ! And look what =Eddie is now!  answered
Mrs =Quentes.  A criminal, and in jail! 
He's not a criminal,  =Joey shouted, almost
about to cry.  He's not!  
 =Joey, =Joey,  said Mrs =Quentes, putting her
arms around him and hugging him tight.
 =Eddie's not a bad boy. I know that. But he
got in with the wrong gang, and now he's in
trouble. I just don't want to see you get into
the same kind of trouble. 
 I'm not going to get into trouble,  =Joey
said, pulling away from his mother.



 Does it work?  =Helen asked, peeping out
from behind Mrs =Sloane.
 Sure does!  =Duncan answered.
 Can we touch him?  =Billy asked.
 Sure !  =Duncan answered.  Here, let me hold
him for you. 
=Duncan picked =Harry up in his hands. All the
children moved in closer, all except =Helen.
She stood back and watched. At first, the
children were afraid to touch the snake. Then,
=Billy reached out and put his hand on =Harry's
funny, little, turned-up nose.



From under the covers, I could hear the
sounds of my family waking up and moving
about the apartment.
My sisters, as usual, were shouting at one
another, and my little brother =Willie was crying
because he had to go to school. I could hear
my mother's voice trying to quiet him down.
Come on, kid, what's bugging you?  asked
=Tom, shaking me again.
I didn't move. I didn't make a sound. 
But then I began to wonder.  Maybe, maybe
if I tell him right now, maybe he will listen,  I
thought to myself.  Maybe he will be able to
help me. 
I took a deep breath and    
 =Tom,  my mother called from the kitchen,  I
cannot do a thing with =Willie today. Will you
come in here, please? 
=Tom gave my shoulder a final shake, and then
I heard him turn and walk away. I threw back
the covers and sat up in bed, but he was already
out of the room.
 That does it!  I said to myself.  Nothing
can make me get out of bed now. Nobody
really cares if those big, tough boys are out
there waiting to kill me! 



For years, =Jose had watched and learned. He
had learned how one must start a dive so that
one would clear the cliffs. He had learned that
one must know the tides. He had also learned
the times when one could dive safely.
To the crowds that came each year to watch,
this had been just exciting entertainment. But
=Jose had known that each dive was a matter of
life and death.

=Jose had listened to the cheers of the crowd.
 One day they will cheer for me!  he had told
his father.
 Yes!  his father had answered.  You are small
for your age, my son, but you are strong and
brave. You will make a fine cliff diver. I will
teach you ! 
 Enough! Enough !  =Mama had cried when
she'd heard what =Papa was doing.  It is enough
that you dive. It is wrong that the boy should
also dive from such a high place! 
 Rest easy, =Madrecita!  =Senor =Morales had
told his wife.  The boy learns well. He is brave,
but he is careful. 
 Yes!  =Mama had answered.  He is careful.
But if he slips, if he loses his footing .
He will not slip,  said =Senor =Morales.

I didn't mind the homework. I didn't mind the
housework, or the cooking, or the shopping. I
didn't even mind taking care of =Charley =Mae. It
was just that I had no time to be myself.  
I had no time to read, or go downtown to see a show. I
didn't even have time to hang around with the
girls after school.
Then, one morning I couldn't get =Charley =Mae
to go to school. That afternoon my =English
teacher yelled at me because I didn't have my
homework. After school all the girls were going
downtown to see a show, and I couldn't go
because I had to stay home with =Charley =Mae.
To top it all, =Poppa hadn't come home from work
the night before. Oh, I knew he'd be back, not
like =Mamma. But he'd sure picked an awful time
to take off for a few days.
=Well, that did it! I wasn't going to be =Charley
=Mae's =Mamma and =Poppa, too. In fact, I wasn't
going to do anything but what I wanted to do.
The next morning I got up just like I always
did. I made breakfast, got =Charley =Mae off to
school, put my money in my pocketbook, and
took off ! I was leaving home for good, too.
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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 HARPER & ROW  (1972) 5TH GRADE          HAR9725T.ASC
COMING TO THE CROSSROADS  by Eldonna L. Evertts et al
Design for reading series
Source: Elmira College  xerox scan edit by DPH February 7, 1993

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=Katie =John could see the farm wife coming
through in the article of advice on when to plant
vegetables according to the seasons and the time
of the moon. But there were also clippings on how
to trap animals of the woods without killing them
and how to make guest-stations for wild animals.
Had =Netta done that with her children? Ah, yes,
remember the wildcat, had they shivered about
the wildcat too?
Then came a faded newspaper clipping about
the hard times farmers were having during the
=Depression. Next to it was a recipe for making
your own soap to save money. And finally,
on the outside rim of the  picture window, 
colored magazine photos of =California and the
articles about business and farm opportunities in
=California.
So that's what had happened, why they'd left!
=Katie =John had heard her parents speak of the
=Depression years in the early =1930's. People were
poor then and farmers lost their farms because
they had borrowed money on their land and then
couldn't pay back the money, or because they
couldn't get good enough prices for their crops to
make a living. Maybe that had happened to the
=Calkins family. California must have spelled a
wonderful new chance. And =Netta and her husband
had been brave enough to take it. 



=Edwin had gone back downstairs, and =Katie
followed him, carrying the fan box. She found
=Edwin examining the front-door frame. He pointed
to the top of the frame. Twisting her head, she
read,  =Calkins, =1910. 
 I thought I'd find it here,  =Edwin said.  In the
old days a builder often carved his name and the
date of building somewhere on the house. 
=Katie asked if it was the name of the builder or
the family who owned the house, but =Edwin wasn't
sure.
 We've just got to find out more about who
lived here. I know! The newspaper clippings. Maybe
they're wedding stories, birth announcements, sort
of a family history in clippings. 
She and =Edwin ran back to the kitchen. However,
the clippings didn't seem to have anything personal
about a family.
 Let's ask about this place when we get back to
town,  =Katie =John said.  Surely somebody in
=Barton's =Bluff will know the story of this place. 
 =Katie, no!  =Edwin's usually cool face blazed
with excitement.  I've got it! Let's study this
place the way archeologists would. We'll find out
who this family was all on our own. 
=Archeologists learned how ancient peoples lived
by digging up things the people left behind, he
reminded =Katie. Sometimes they'd find old walls.



It was at =Provident that =Daniel =Hale =Williams
attained world-wide fame by performing the first
successful heart operation in the history of medicine.
A young man, bleeding badly, was brought into the
emergency ward. On examining him, Dr =Williams
found that he had been stabbed in the heart. It
seemed certain that he would die, but the doctor
decided to do something no one had ever done, 
operate on the heart.
With amazing daring and unbelievable skill, he
cut the walls of the heart, sewed up the wound, and
then closed the walls while the heart continued
beating. The  impossible operation  had been done
successfully, and overnight =Williams became one of
the most famous doctors in the country.
The next year President =Grover =Cleveland asked
him to become the head of the new =Freedman's
=Hospital in =Washington . =Williams accepted and again
proved himself a great organizer. He established a
training school there for black nurses and aided
young black doctors who were discriminated against
in the national capital. Returning to =Chicago, he
continued his brilliant record as a surgeon. He was
made a fellow of the =American =College of =Surgeons,
a high honor for a doctor. The boy in the =Annapolis
station had gone a long way. When =Williams died
in =1931, he had been a famous doctor for almost
=forty years.



crosses to the =Center of the stage, bows
courteously, then goes off on the other side. The
=NARRATOR continues  In a certain small village
in the state of =Tain, there lives a humble widow,
=Wing =Soong, and her only son, the little =Lin
=Foo. Though her husband was a thrifty farmer,
with rice fields of his own, drought and hard
times have come, forcing the good =Wing =Soong
to sell the land and earn a living for herself and
her son. This she does by making fritters to sell
on market days. Little =Lin =Foo takes the fritters
each week in his basket, returning at night with
the money from their sale.  Announcing  =The
woman, =WING =SOONG.  WING =SOONG enters =Left
and walks to the =Center of the stage  =And her son,
the little =LIN =FOO.  =LIN =FOO joins =WING =SOONG.
Both bow and exit =Right 
Others whom you will see in the play are
the two =AttENDANTS of the good magistrate.
=ATTENDANTS come forward together, bow, and
leave briskly ; the =PROPERTY =MAN, who will set
the stage and hand the actors the properties
they need  =PROPERTY =MAN saunters forth, bows
casually, and strolls off again in a bored manner ;
and all of the village folk who are called in the
last scene to be witnesses at the trial. I shall
not ask them to step forward now for our patient.



waterfall ahead and began paddling like mad so
the canoe would shoot straight and true. The least
slant of the boat and the churning current would
turn it over and over, and swallow them both.
=Francois felt the icy wind and the cold spray on
his face as they plunged over the waterfall and
bobbed in the whirlpool below. He fought the
churning, frothing waters that he could hear more
than see. His muscles tightened like iron and the
air blew up his lungs.
 My faith, but it's a good thing to have such
a boatman as =Sylvain =Gagnon guiding this canoe, 
rejoiced =Francois.  In such a current as this, no
other man could bring a boat through safely. I will
forget the way he deserted me when that big
brown bear attacked us. 
All danger was not over yet, for the stern of
the canoe was sucked into the outer rim of a
whirlpool. The lurch of the boat wrenched =Francois
=Ecrette's back like a blow from a giant hammer.
The canoe spun around completely. For fully ten
minutes, there was such a battle with the churning
waters as =Francois had never known before.
Around and around, up and down rocked the
canoe, with =Francois fiercely wielding his paddle.
If it hadn't been for the soothing figure in front
of him, he would have given up in fright.



And sometimes on those furtive trips from wood
lot to wood lot he was seen. A woman looking out
of a window might see a distant flash of something
brown and white, but it would be little more than a
streak and a shadow going into the shadows.
Sometimes a man working in a field would catch a
movement from the corner of his eye, but the
flash and the shadow would be gone even as the
man jerked his eyes around to search it out. That
was all the dog was to anyone in that countryside
, a flash and a shadow gone into the shadows. It
wasn't a particular dog that they had seen before;
it was just the shadowy movement of what they
supposed to be a dog. No one in that countryside
really knew the dog existed. No one was sure. Still
the dog had lived there for a year.
But now in the last two weeks of his stray year
the little dog had added a house on another road to
his nightly rounds. A house where two old people
lived with a toothless, rheumatic old hound. The
hound was too toothless to gnaw his bones, too old
and weary with life to bury his bones. But still
the old hound obeyed his dog instincts and shoved
his bones under an old burlap bag against the wall
of a shed where he lay during the day sunning his
rheumatic joints. And the little dog knew.
Now in the last week the dying old hound had
even become too weary with life to eat the pan of
food.


was a huge flying bat. Its giant wings cast a shadow
over the field.
=Snooper began to jump into the air, trying to
scare the bat away. But the players scattered like
leaves in a windstorm. Some crawled into the thick
bushes, others crouched under the steps of a house,
and the rest hid behind a large billboard.
Quickly =Al called the genie out of the lamp.
 Take that bat away!  he yelled.  Don't you
know the difference between a baseball bat and a



Do you ever look closely at clouds floating by and
imagine that they are strange animals? Or do you
like to write stories about beasts?
Inventing beasts is an age-old pastime. While
we know that creatures like the dragon are only
imaginary, for =thousands of years people accepted
them as real.
In general, the fantastic monsters that appear
in myth and legend are of three types.
Composite animal beasts, which are a  
combination of several known animals.
Composite human-animal beasts, which are a
combination of both human and animal forms.
Single beasts, which are unlike any living
thing, past or present.



 Game and first set to =Miss =Marjory =Hicks, 
the referee intoned.  She leads =6'0. 
=Marjory ran up to =Sally.  May I get some tape?
Would you like time out? I'll ask the referee. 
 No, don't bother,  =Sally said crossly, but
=Marjory had already gone.
=Sally slumped down on the side lines and rested
her swimIning head against her knees. She was
licked. Her hand throbbed with pain; she was
dizzy with hunger; the mounting heat of the sun
closed in on her breathlessly.
Why had she stayed in =Kirkland last night,
when she could have gone home? Six-love. Why,
she wasn't even giving =Marjory a battle! She was
just making a fool of herself, =Sally =Barrett, a little
nobody from a country town upstate, trying to
play a champion!
Champion. How =Sally had dreamed of being a
champion herself! But champions didn't get there
by dreaming of it. They fought. They fought until
there was no fight left in them, like =Sally now.
And then they fought all the harder.
&&000 HARPER & ROW  (1977)  5TH GRADE                HAR9735T.ASC
FROM FALCONS TO FORESTS by Daisy M Jones and J. Louis Cooper
Printed in 1977 
Source: Elmira College xerox scan edit February 8, 1993

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INDIAN

by =Rosemary and =Stephen =Vincent =Benet

I don't know who this Indian is,
A bow within his hand,
But he is hiding by a tree
And watching white men land.
They may be gods, they may be fiends, 
They certainly look rum.
He wonders who on earth they are
And why on earth they've come.

He knows his streams are full of fish,
His forests full of deer,
And his tribe is the mighty tribe
That all the others fear.
And, when the =French or =English land,
The =Spanish or the =Dutch,



The =McDonald's restaurant chain claims to have
sold over =12'000'000'000 hamburgers. That number
by itself is just a large number. If you put it into
other forms, it might be easier to understand.
A =McDonald's hamburger with bun is about =4
inches in diameter and takes up about =16 square
inches of space. Those =12'000'000'000 hamburgers
laid end to end would make a path one foot wide
from the earth to the moon, with enough leftover
burgers to make some benches to sit on.
Every =McDonald's hamburger is wrapped in a
piece of paper =9 inches by =12 inches. If you made
books from the papers used to wrap the =12'000'000,
=000 hamburgers, you would have =20'000'000 books
of =300 pages each.



Oh, I made a few replacements for those that wore
out. But there wasn't a market for them any more.
Besides, I'd grown older and had enough money
saved up; so I didn't feel like changing over to the
new ideas. I figured I'd leave that to all those young
fellows out in =Detroit. Yes, new ideas,  he sighed.
You got to be ready for new ideas to stay in
business. 
But how did you get all of these widgets you
now have?  I asked in amazement, looking around at
the endless variety of gleaming widgets.
 Oh, I come down every now and then to look
around and turn out a few, just like the old days. You
never can tell who may show up looking for a widget,
now can you?  he said with a smile.   But it's getting
late, young man. You'd better pick out your widget
and get along home. I figure you have given me more
than =ninety-nine cents worth of labor. 
=Well, we walked out together and separated at the
door, Mr =Wonder waLking off down the street and
me scurrying off toward home, not looking at a
clock because I figured I was pretty late.
When I got home, =Dad was wondering where I'd
been; so I showed him the fancy widget I'd picked
out.
 Well, I'll be!  he said, amazed.  I haven't seen
one of these in a long time. Where would you get it? 
Oh, I picked it up over on, well, it was close
to, ,  I kind of stammered. Because you know, I
couldn't quite remember where I'd been.



Then wars broke out. People of northern =Europe
wanted more of the wealth of the =East. They  
gradually worked at destroying the power of =Rome. When
=Rome itself was captured, the great trade routes
were all but closed. The flow of riches to =Europe
stopped.
Trade was carried on only in the eastern  
=Mediterranean areas. The trade centers were  
=Constantinople, now called =Istanbul, =Antioch, =Jerusalem, and
=Alexandria. Several =hundred years later trade  
gradually spread again to Italy. The city of =Venice became
the hub of the new =European trade largely because
it was a fine seaport. Soon other cities in Italy and
other areas began trading with the =East again.



you read about economics, you find out that goods
are just about anything that will satisfy a need or
want.
Some of the wants might be a bicycle, tickets to
a hockey game, or maybe a fabulous vacation. As for
needs, what would you do without food, clothing, or
shelter? I mean, you really need those three things,
and in economics you read about how people go about
satisfying their needs.
Maybe you have noticed that some people have
more stuff than others. That's also a part of  
economics. Some people seem to know just what to do to
produce goods and services that others need. Other
people don't seem to know how to make economics
work for them. If you learn about economics, you
will be picking up some ideas that can help you later.
After all, just think about what you're going to
be doing for the rest of your life. No matter what it
is, you'll be trying to satisfy your wants and needs.
And when you do that, you are a consumer. And a
consumer who doesn't know much about economics
winds up paying more than he should for a lot of
things.
A study of economics will help you understand why
a product sells for a certain price. There are costs for
materials, manufacturing, shipping, storing, wages,
and selling that all add up to a basic price. Then the
seller adds on a little more to the price to get a profit.
This information can help you if you have a paper
route or if you mow lawns or if you baby-sit.



so many substances retain their special  
characteristics. At ordinary temperatures, water is 
liquid; iron is solid; and popcorn kernels retain 
their natural shape and color.
However, you can apply energy to any of these
materials. When you do, you weaken or break the
chemical bonds which make the material what it is.
When this happens, the material changes its form
and becomes a new material. That is what is meant
by chemical change. If you set fire to a twig, it will
change greatly. Its woody material will change to
smoke and a small pile of ash. Neither the smoke nor
the ash is like the original woody twig.
Not all chemical change involves burning.  
Scientists use many other means. Often they put two or
more chemicals together to form something new. In
other words, the molecules in the chemicals combine
to form new kinds of molecules. These new molecules
have characteristics different from those of the
original molecules. Complete the following  
experiment to see what happens when two chemicals are
combined.



is so small that no one is really sure what it looks like.
Scientists have developed models that show what
atoms probably look like. The diagrams below show
three models of how atoms of hydrogen, helium, and
carbon might appear.
All but one of the different atoms are made up of
different combinations of very tiny particles called
electrons, protons, and neutrons. Hydrogen is a bit
different. It usually doesn't have any neutrons. Two
of those three individual parts of an atom are kinds
of electricity; electrons have a negative charge,  
protons a positive charge. The neutrons have no charge.
It is the arrangement and the number of these small
particles that give each atom its individual  
characteristics. Do you think that the kinds of atoms a
material is made of determine what that material
is like?



That night, =TiktAliktak drew his arms inside his
fur parka, hugging them close to his body so they
would not freeze, and he breathed into his hood to
help warm himself. In this way, he managed to sleep,
dreaming all night of eating rich haunches of caribou,
fat young loons, and the sweet summer eggs of snow
geese. As the first light of dawn crept around his tiny
house, =Tiktaliktak felt a gentle bump and then
another. Rising quickly, he went outside the ice
shelter. His island had drifted against another much larger
ice pan. Gathering his precious harpoon, bow and
arrows, and his short knife, he ran lightly to the edge
of the ice. First he tested the strength of the larger
pan with the end of his harpoon; then he leaped
across the narrow opening just as the two pieces
began to draw apart.
This second drifting island felt much stronger as
he walked carefully over it, feeling beneath the snow
covering with his ice chisel. It did not have as many
cracks or thin dangerous places as the first pan.
Through the narrow slits of his snow goggles,
=Tiktaliktak saw something dark spread out on the
snow before him. As he hurried toward it, a huge
black raven rose up and flew away. The dark stain
was a patch of blood on the snow where, as the tracks
leading up to it showed, a white bear had killed a
seal. But, alas, the bear and almost all the seal meat
were gone. Only one small fatty scrap remained, for



=12-foot free throw line, =19 feet from the endline,
forms the diameter of the free throw circle.
A basket and a backboard hang above each endline.
The basket is a net, open at the bottom, attached to
a metal ring =18 inches in diameter. A backboard may
be rectangular or fan shaped. It is mounted =4 feet
inside the endline. The ring of the basket is =10 feet
above the floor.
A team is made up of five players who play both
offense and defense. The team with the ball is the
offensive team. The other team is the defensive team.
There are three positions on a team. The center,
usually the tallest member of the team, plays close
to the basket. Two forwards play in the corners and
often move toward the basket. Two guards play in
the middle of the court outside the free throw line.
Point~ can be scored in two ways. A field goal,
a ball going through the basket from above, scores
two points. A field goal may be scored from any



gazed hopelessly into its deep gorge. The  
swift flowing water below him roared and boomed as
it thrashed among the broken rocks. It swirled,
green and foaming, over the loose boulders and ran
deep between them, black and thundering. Great
cakes of ice from the upper river rode high on the
dark water, slamming against the rocks, crashing,
breaking, careening on their breakneck way to
the sea.
The gorge was only =800 feet wide at this point,
but no boat could possibly cross that wild water.
Mr =Hulett ground his right fist into his palm and
gritted his teeth. The year was =1848, and he had
a contract to build the first suspension bridge across
=Niagara =Gorge at this very spot. In order to finish
the bridge on time he had to start immediately.
But he could only start the bridge by getting his
cables strung across the chasm.
He stepped from the rock, looked at his great
spools of cables lying there on the brink, and kicked
at the frozen ground. He jabbed his fists deep into
his overcoat pockets and turned away from the river.
Several boys were flying their kites on that high
point of the plateau, and he paused to watch them.
The kites were homemade, all of them, made from
broken slats of window blinds, newspapers, or
wrapping paper, and held together with  
flour and water paste. The kites flew beautifully on the steady
winds, and one of them, in spite of its newspaper origins



never been known to kill one of its own kind, nor
has one ever started a forest fire.
The help falcons give in population control is not
limited to one area. Because of their strong powers
of flight, peregrines migrate great distances. For
example, peregrines raised in the arctic regions of
=Canada may migrate as far south as =Brazil. Along
with their flying abilities, peregrines seem to be able
to adapt to a wide variety of climatic conditions. In
fact, peregrines are found in every major area of the
world except =Antarctica. No one is really quite sure
why they don't appear there as well, unless it is the
absence of large amounts of fresh water.

An Endangered Species.

Because of its great adaptability, the peregrine is
quite capable of surviving against a great many
hazards, but not against modern civilization. In the
=1950s the peregrine populations in =North =American
and central =Europe dropped suddenly. Peregrines
stopped returning to nesting sites that had been used
for =hundreds of years. Scientists and amateur bird
watchers all over the world began to focus their
attention on what was happening to the queen of
the skies. 
It soon became obvious that something should be
done to protect peregrines. An international  
conference sponsored by the =University of =Wisconsin
met in =1965 to discuss the problems peregrines face
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As they struck, =Glen was thrown against the ceiling of the
bubble. Plastic clattered against plastic as the bubble rolled
over on the ground many times before stopping. =Glen
straightened himself out. He was shaken up, but he was
unhurt. He looked across at =Skip.

 We made it,  =Glen said, but his voice shook, as if he
wasn't yet able to believe it. He tore off the door seals
and shoved out the door. Then they got out and stretched
their legs. Looking at the domes of =Mars =City in the
distance, =Glen asked,  =Ready to start walking? 

After being cooped up like a chicken, I'm willing to walk
all over =Mars. Let's go.  =Skip's natural good humor
had returned.



collect old newspapers and take them to the shredding factory.
They pay ten cents for a whole wagonload. 

 Well, if you collect enough wagonloads of old newspapers
and find enough bottles, and if you save it all up, pretty
soon you'll have enough to buy your guitar. If you start
right away, maybe you can earn the money by the =Fourth of
=July, that's about three months. 

 I wish it was =July right now,  said =Thaddeus.

 In the meantime, I'll teach you a little about how to play the
guitar. We can use mine. 

Mr =Andrews showed =Thaddeus how to rest the guitar on
his lap, with the fingers of his left hand pressing down on
the strings and the fingers of his right hand plunking them.
At first the strings cut into his fingers and hurt, and it was
hard to remember where to put his fingers to get the sound
he wanted. Often he made mistakes, and harsh sounds came
from the strings. But he kept on trying, and every week
Mr =Andrews gave him a lesson.

In time, =Thaddeus learned to make six different chords. and
he loved every one of them. And no matter what note he
sang, he could always find a chord on the guitar that made
his song sound beautiful. More than ever =Thaddeus found
himself making up songs as he practiced on Mr =Andrews's
guitar.



After =David's grandfather puts the school bus away each
afternoon, he works on the canoe that he is hollowing from
a cedar log in the side yard. He is expert, one of only five
or six =Quileute men who still know how to make canoes. He
uses a gasoline-powered saw to cut the log into the rough
shape of a canoe and to begin hollowing it. Then he changes
to the same old-fashioned hand tools his father used. The
boys hear the steady whack, whack, whack of =Grandpa's ax
and the lighter sound of his adze. They come to watch.

Grandmother =Hudson is a famous basketmaker. She keeps
boxes of cedar bark and bear grass and cattail beside a
special chair where she can sit and look out the front  
window while she twines. She likes to work on baskets  
whenever she is not busy cooking or ironing or sewing.

Sometimes =Grandma walks to a neighbor's house and sits
with her in the warm kitchen, twining baskets and visiting.
If you could step in the door, you would see the two
women's fingers fly as they wrap strips of bark and grass
in and out, back and forth. And you would hear their
tongues fly, too! They like to speak the old =Quileute words
instead of =English words.

=David's great-grandfather was a fisherman and whale hunter.
When he grew too old for such heavy work, he leased
his place on the river to a younger man, and he now goes
himself only to finger the nets and help mend them, and
to remember.



=Juan ran swiftly down the block, his heart beating fast.
It was a golden =May morning, almost like the ones he
remembered from when he had lived in =Puerto =Rico.
=New =York =City's brownstone fronts glowed anew, their
windows sparkling like diamonds. It was not a time for
running. Rather it was a time to breathe in deeply the
soft air, to admire the budding trees, and to saunter to
school. But =Juan ran, hoping he would make the corner
before =Mama called.
 Juan ! Juan ! 
Too late! That was =Mama's voice. Juan stopped in his
tracks.
 Come back. Juan.  =Mama called.  You forgot your
lunch. 
Walking back reluctantly. he saw =Mama waving the
bag high. Even from this distance he could see the bright


Long ago, in =Japan. there lived a famous wrestler, and he
was on his way to the capital city to wrestle before the
=Emperor.

He strode down the road on legs thick as the trunks of
small trees. He had been walking for seven hours and
could, and probably would, walk for seven more without
getting tired.

The time was autumn. The sky was a cold, watery blue
and the air chilly. In the small bright sun, the trees along
the roadside glowed red and orange.

The wrestler hummed to himself,  =Zun-zun-zun,  in time
with the long swing of his legs. Wind blew through his thin
brown robe, and he wore no sword at his side. He felt
proud that he needed no sword, even in the darkest and
loneliest places. The icy air on his body only reminded him
that few tailors would have been able to make expensive
warm clothes for a man so broad and tall. He felt much as
a wrestler should, strong, healthy, and rather conceited.

A soft roar of fast-moving water beyond the trees told him
that he was passing above a riverbank. He  =zun-zunned 
louder; he loved the sound of his voice and wanted it to
sound clearly above the rushing water.

He thought,  =They call me =Forever-Mountain because I am
such a good strong wrestler-big, too. 


=Harry developed an act with his brother =Theo. For their
big trick, =Metamorphosis.  =Harry's hands were tied  
behind his back. He was then put into a large canvas bag.
the opening of which was also tied. The bag was locked
in a wooden box, which was then bound with rope.  =Theo
placed a cloth-covered frame over the box to hide it.
Then he stepped into this cloth cabinet and clapped his
hands three times. Immediately, =HarrY stepped out of the
cabinet. When =Harry removed the cabinet and unlocked
the box in view of the audience, =Theo was found inside
tied just as =Harry had been! Later =Houdini used a trunk
rather than a box when performing the trick with his
wife, =Bess.

It was shortly after his marriage in =1894 that =Houdini
began doing escapes from locked handcuffs. This was the
first of the escapes that would bring him world-wide
fame. But there were still hard times ahead. For five
years =Harry and =Bess traveled all over the =United =States
and =Canada performing =Metamorphosis and other tricks.
They were often out of work and out of money.

Then in =Chicago in =1899, =Harry got the first major  
publicity that made people want to pay to see him on the stage.
He challenged the police to handcuff and jail him. He
easily escaped and achieved a front-page newspaper
story of his  jailbreak.  From then on, whether playing
in =Europe, =Australia. or the =United =States, =Houdini's act
drew larger and larger crowds.



 How much cold can a man stand?  he said, speaking at first
to himself.  I wonder if it would be possible for a man to
stand on the highest peak, =Mount =Sululta, where the coldest
winds blow. through an entire night without blankets or
clothing and yet not die? 

 I don't know,  =Arha said.  But wouldn't it be a foolish thing? 

 Perhaps, if he had nothing to gain by it, it would be a foolish
thing to spend the night that way,  =Haptom said.  But I
would be willing to bet that a man couldn't do it. 

 I am sure a courageous man could stand naked on =Mount
=Sululta throughout an entire night and not die of it,  =Arha
said.  But as for me, it isn't my affair since I've nothing
to bet. 

 Well, I'll tell you what,  =Haptom said.  Since you are so
sure it can be done, I'll make a bet with you anyway. If you
can stand among the rocks on =Mount =Sululta for an entire
night without food or water, or clothing or blankets or fire,
and not die of it, then I will give you ten acres of good
farmland for your own, with a house and cattle. 

=Arha could hardly believe what he had heard.

 Do you really mean this?  he asked.

 I am a man of my word,  =Haptom replied.



Often =Harriet would start the slaves out on =Saturday night.
knowing that =Sunday was a holiday and the fugitives would
not be missed until =Monday. She hid people in chimneys
and haystacks. She carried medicines to help those who
were sick and to quiet crying babies. Sometimes her  
sleeping spells would overcome her, but after an hour or so she
would be ready to start again.

As =Harriet became more famous, the efforts to capture her
increased. Signs were posted offering rewards. It was said
that =Harriet once fell asleep underneath a sign offering
=$12'000 for her capture. Another time =Harriet overheard a
man reading an advertisement for her capture while she was
waiting in a train station. She lowered her head and walked
past the man: then instead of traveling north, she took a train
south. No one was suspicious of a black
woman heading south.
 

 But,  he said,  you had better not wrestle any more.  He
stuck a finger through his screen and waggled it at the
other wrestlers, who were sitting on the ground weeping
with disappointment like great fat babies.

=Forever-Mountain promised not to wrestle any more.
Everybody looked relieved. The wrestlers sitting on the
ground almost smiled.

 I think I shall become a farmer,  =Forever-Mountain said
and left at once to go back to =Maru-me.

=Maru-me was waiting for him. When she saw him coming,
she ran down the mountain, picked him up, together with
the heavy bags of prize money-and carried him halfway
up the mountainside. Then she giggled and put him down.
The rest of the way she let him carry her.

=Forever-Mountain kept his promise to the =Emperor and
never fought in public again. His name was forgotten in
the capital. But up in the mountains, sometimes, the earth
shakes and rumbles, and they say that is =Forever-Mountain
and =Maru-me's grandmother practicing wrestling



=Tall-tree had killed a fine. fat bird and was on his way back
to the tribal caves when he came across the wolf cub. It
was lying with the back of its body pinned among the
branches of a fallen tree. There had been a storm during the
night. and a howl of wind had torn the dead trunk in two
and sent it crashing to the ground. The frightened cub.
although unhurt, had been trapped among the branches when
the tree fell.

It was a very young cub and quite small, but meat was
meat, and =Tall-tree lifted his spear. Then he paused. It had
come to him that babies have a way of growing bigger. If he
kept the cub until it grew to full size, it would provide a
great deal more meat.

The thought seemed a good one, so =Tall-tree unwrapped a
strip of leather that had been twined around his forearm and
tied the cub's front legs together. It growled and snapped at
him, but its teeth were too small to damage his tough skin.
When the animal's front legs were secured, =Tall-tree heaved
aside the branches and yanked the cub free. It scrabbled
furiously at him with its back legs until he pinioned them, too.
Then =Tall-tree strode on his way.

Coming to the place of caves, he went to the great fire to
turn over the results of his hunt as was the law. Old  
=Bentleg sat before the fire, his good leg tucked beneath him and
the withered one, crushed by a bison many snows ago,
stretched out.
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Level 11 CHANGING SCENES by Margaret Early et al
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Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper,  All is well! 
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay, 
A line of black, that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked =Paul =Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the =Old =North =Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and somber and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light.
He springs to his saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns!



beginning of the war she forgot all about her promise and
looked the soldier straight in the face. She saw a large
man with a big, red face and two small shiny eyes under
shaggy eyebrows. He spoke to =Grandfather in heavily  
accented but otherwise good =Dutch that =Johanna could  
easily understand.
 We are sent by the town commander to requisition
from you the key to the church tower.  As he spoke he
looked around with his shiny little eyes.  We will take
the statues of the riders with us tonight and you can get
the key back afterward at =Headquarters. Hurry, we don't
have all night,  he concluded.
=Grandfather reached up slowly for the big iron key
that always hung on a peg near the stairs. He handed the
key to the soldier. When they had gone, he closed the
door and for a moment leaned heavily against it. =Johanna
saw small drops of perspiration under his nose and on
his forehead.
 They will be back as soon as they have seen the
riders are gone,  =Grandmother said.  We will have to
hide them better. 
 There is no time,  =Grandfather said.  They will be
back in a few minutes, and where can we hide the riders?
No, our only chance is somehow to keep them from going
upstairs. If we can tell them something that will make
them go away, even if it's only for a short time . . . 
=Grandfather straightened his shoulders and gave  
=Grandmother and =Johanna a sly look.
 There is only one thing for us to do. We must try to
fool them. We'll act very surprised when we hear the
riders are gone, and we can even suggest that because
they are so old and therefore valuable they must have
been stolen. 
 They will never believe us,  =Grandmother said.



From her window seat =Johanna looked down over the
town. It was an old town with a canal around the center.
Behind the canal were the strong fortifications that had
once protected the town from enemies that threatened
from outside. Her grandparents house stood at the  
marketplace where all the old houses were huddled together,
as if they were leaning on each other for support. There
were few people in the streets, mostly women and  
children. It was dangerous these days for men to be out in the
streets, since at any time they could be seized and taken
far away to work for the =Germans.
=Johanna looked again at the hands of the big clock on
the church steeple. Soon it would be twelve o'clock.
After the clock had struck twelve times, the little doors
under the steeple would open up, and out would come
the little riders.
=Grandfather had told =Johanna all he knew about the
history of the little riders. They were as old as the town,
and that was many =hundreds of years. They were figures
of twelve young noblemen who had gone out as  
crusaders to the =Holy =Land and who had never returned to
the town. Long ago an artisan had made the figures out of
lead, and ever since they had ridden over the town,  
sitting proud and erect on their horses.
When the air was still trembling with the last stroke of
the clock, six little riders would come out of each door.
They would ride up to each other, lift their swords in a
salute, and then go in the opposite door. In and out as
many times as the clock had struck. While they rode in
and out of the doors, the carillon of the church played old
=Dutch folk tunes. The music was carried all over town
and could be heard in even the farthest street and in
every house where the windows were open.



have known of eagles, our sacred keeper of the land.
One =May morning when I was eight. I went with my
father and grandfather to =Snowbird =Peak. The clouds
hung low on the mountaintop. They were white and  
billowy and it seemed that you could reach right up and
touch them.
While we stood there looking out over a timeless
landscape of iron mountains and budding timber that
stretched away into the four cardinal directions, we saw
two eagles flying over the canyons in the distance. They
would soar in wild and silent flight, and then swing
across the blue skyline, spinning and spiraling. They
were =Bald =Eagles, a male and a female. My grandfather
said they were in their mating flight. They were exciting
to watch; free and just beautiful.

Long ago when the =Earth was new and all things
could talk, =Thunder went searching for his friend, the
=Eagle.  =Thunder was the =Ruler of all the =Universe, and the



night's lodging. She is told, just as her sisters had been
told, that she would get a spadeful of gold and a shovelful
of silver if she'd watch in the young lord's room for the
night.
So now there's =Bridget, seated like her sisters before
her, by the fire in the young lord's room. The apples and
the nuts are in two silver dishes on the table by her side.
The cat and the dog are playing together on the mat. And
the clock on the wall is going tick-tock, tick-tock. The
young lord is fast asleep under the silken covers on the
golden bed.
=Tick-tock, =tick-tock: =Bridget helped herself to an
apple and cracked a nut or two. =Tick-tock, =tick-tock: she
patted the little dog. She stroked the little cat. =Tick-tock,
=tick-tock: she glanced round at the sleeper on the bed,
and thought how very handsome he was. She pitied him
with all her heart for being under a spell, and wondered
what, if anything, would wake him. =Tick-tock, =tick-tock.
Now the clock struck midnight. All of a sudden the
young lord opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and
came to stand at =Bridget's side.
 All alone, fair maid? 
It's no use to say =Bridget wasn't scared, because she
was. But she remembered the advice of the old fairy,
 Answer when you're spoken to,  and she spoke up
bravely:

 All alone I am not.
I've a little dog, =Bounce, and =Kitty, my cat.
I've apples to roast, and nuts to crack.
And all alone I am not. 

 =Ho, =ho!  says the young lord.  You're a brave lass.
But not brave enough, I'll warrant, to follow me! I am
now going to cross the =Quaking =Bog and go through the



Now,  =Will said.  With all your strength and
weight and heart, pull ! 
=Dan flung himself backward, until all his body
was leaning against the thong. Next to him, his
mother, her eyes still closed, went back, too. He saw
the leg lengthen and =Will's hands come down on the
break, and then he thought, but could never be sure
, that he heard a click as the two pieces of bone
came together.
In a moment =Will was saying,  =You can let go. 
=Dan opened his hands with difficulty. He had
been pulling harder than he had known. Mrs =Riker
opened her eyes. She said,  Oh, thank goodness he
fainted. 
=Will was rewrapping the leg with the arrowweeds
and torn undershirts.  Worst is over,  he said.  I got
a lot of faith in the future of that leg. Dan, you
pulled like a mosshorn bull climbing out of a
mudhole. 
Mr =Riker opened his eyes.  When are you going to
set the bone? 
=Will chuckled. It's all over. 
But I never felt a thing. 
 That's happened before.  =MesteIio =Will stared
up at the lantern where it hung on the post. He took it
down and blew the flame out.  No use wasting oil. I
stitched up a man's liver one time, he had been
gored by a range bull, and he talked to me all the
time I was working. It's past understanding. 
=Day was on them. The east and south walls of the
tent were turning gold, and =Dan felt tired as he'd
never felt in his life before.
=Will said,  I'm surely glad that I could be of  
service to you. 



out the orders just like those sergeants he'd watched for
the past two days.
As soon as the fellow got the notion, =Si switched to
 =hay-foot, =right-foot, =hay-foot, =right-foot.  Then he began
 =left-foot, =straw-foot, =left-foot, =straw-foot.  And before
long, he had him doing  =left-foot, =right-foot,  and the
fellow wasn't fazed at all. He kept right at it, too, you had
to hand it to him.
Then =Si got another stick to serve as musket, and the
big fellow put the two of them through some more drill.
Kind of fun it was, too. It was easy to learn when you
were dead set on learning. The sun was getting low. Off
in the camp there was a sudden roll of drums. From all
four corners at once the men began to run.



That night =Whit brought the new =Montgomery =Ward
catalogue home with him. After supper, all of us crowded
around the marble-topped table in the parlor. =Mama
turned the kerosene lamp up as high as it would go
without smoking. What a wonderful wish book it was! I
blessed Mr =Montgomery and Mr =Ward for it. =Clarrie and
=Cameron gazed at bicycles for =$17'45, grand bicycles, fit
to ride on in =Portland or =Astoria. =Anna wanted a =Texas
saddle for =$13'95. =Tom and =Sarah asked right out for
shoofly rocking horses. =Mama promised quickly that =Pa
would make them one this winter. We couldn't afford it
just now.



He pushed three other pots across the table. The
first one had a spicy taste.
 Clove-flavored,  =Rufus said.  You like it? 
 I don't know,  I said.  It's interesting. 
 Try this one. 
The next sample had a sweet taste.  Vanilla,  I
guessed.
 Right,  =Rufus said.
 I like vanilla,  I said.  In milkshakes. Or ice
cream. But it doesn't seem quite right in toothpaste.
Too sweet. 
 This one won't be too sweet,  =Rufus said,  
handing me another sample.
=Eeeg1,  I said and ran to the sink to wash out
my mouth.  What did you put in that?
 =Curry powder,  =Rufus said. You don't like it? I
thought it tasted like a good shrimp curry. 
Maybe it does,  I said,  but I don't like curry. 
=Rufus looked disappointed.  I don't suppose you'd
like it almond-flavored, either,  he said.  I made
some of that, too, but I decided not too many people
would take to almond. 
 What flavor is in that big plastic pan?  I asked.
 You've got enough of that kind to frost  
twentyseven cakes. 
 That's no kind yet,  =Rufus said.  That's just  
=seventy-nine cents worth of the stuff that goes in the
paste. I didn't want to flavor it till I figured out the
best taste. 
 What does it taste like plain?  I asked.
 Well,  =Rufus said,  mostly you taste the bicarb. 
 =Bicarb!  I said.  You mean all this stuff I've
been tasting has got bicarbonate of soda in it? 


&&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN  (1971)   5TH GRADE          HM19715T.ASC
ALSO 1974--
IMAGES by William K. Durr et al
Source: Elmira College xerox, scan edit by DPH  February 6, 1993

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=Chuck's breath froze in his
throat as the long-dead Highland
chieftain made his way slowly  
towards the sea that had taken his
son three centuries ago. He
passed only a few feet from where
the boys lay, the lantern held
rigidly in a bony hand.
 Let us go,  whispered =Sandy
after the ghost had passed.  It
is bad luck to watch a man's
sorrow.  He paused.  Listen. 
Slowly at first and then in  
everrising sounds of despair a  
bloodless wail floated from the lips of
the gaunt figure on the edge of
the cliff.
 It is =Black =John calling to his
dead son,  said =Sandy in a low
voice.  It is bad luck. Let us go. 
 One minute, =Sandy.  Despite
his fear and dread, =Chuck  
lingered. There had been something
a moment ago that only now made
him pause. Something just as
the ghost of =Black =John passed
them. A tiny glint of clear blue
light on one of the scrawny  
fingers that clutched the lantern.
 If =Black =John spent all his
wealth looking for his son, why
is he wearing a diamond on his
finger? 
A diamond?  repeated =Sandy.



Hello, =Mole ! said the =Water
=Rat.
Hello, =Rat! said the =Mole.
Would you like to come over?
inquired the =Rat presently.
Oh, it's all very well to talk, 
said the =Mole, rather pettishly, he
being new to a river and riverside
life and its ways.
The =Rat said nothing, but stooped
and unfastened a rope, hauled on
it, and then lightly stepped into a
little boat which the =Mole had not
observed. It was painted blue  
outside and white within, and was
just the size for two animals. The
=Mole's whole heart went out to it
at once, even though he did not
yet fully understand its uses.
The =Rat sculled smartly across
and made fast. Then he held up his
forepaw as the =Mole stepped  
gingerly down.  Lean on that! he
said.  Now then, step lively! and
the =Mole to his surprise and rapture
found himself actually seated in the
stern of a real boat.
This has been a wonderful day! 
said he, as the =Rat shoved off and
took to the sculls again. Do you
know, I've never been in a boat
before in all my life.



after all these years he had done it. But strangely. there was
no sense of elation. He just snatched off his slacks and shirt
and sat down. gingerly sliding off into the river. The current
caught him and he knew what was coming. Somehow he
must find =Tommy in the welter of tumbling water, and he
must find him in time. He must wade as far as he could on
the rocky bottom and pray that he wouldn't lose his balance
and be flung down against the rocks. Also he must be  
constantly on guard against the deep holes that he knew were
there.  Here I am, =Tommy,  he called in as calm a voice as he
could manage.  Hang on. Tell me which way to go. 
=Now that =Tommy had caught a glimmer of his brother's
body through the darkness, he began to cry. With =Quig  
actually in the river, coming toward him, all of his bravery
seemed to fade away.  I, I can't tell you,  he sobbed. He
snuffled mightily.  I've got water in my nose. I can't hang
on any longer. I'm going to drown! 
The fear that had gripped =Quig all the way down the bluff
was transformed into blazing anger.  You sure are if you let
go now, and you're going to drown if you don't keep talking
to me so I know where to go. Stop that blubbering and talk
to me, I tell you! 
 Come straight ahead,  =Tommy gulped, shocked back to
control.
=Quig saved his breath for struggling with the current and
inched his way over the rocks toward the sound of =Tommy's
voice. Once he slipped on a slimy stone and floundered into
a deep hole, but a powerful kick sent him spinning to the
surface.
 Here I am,  =Tommy squeaked in a very small voice, so
close to =Quig that he almost slid into another hole in  
astonishment.
 Let's go,  =Quig commanded, the strength generated by
his anger still upon him.



Remember the last wintry day you were out of doors when
the temperature was zero? You may shiver just thinking of
it. Imagine being in =Siberia at =50 degrees below zero, on a
windswept =Himalayan mountain peak at =100 degrees below
zero, or in the =Antarctic on the day of the coldest  
temperature ever recorded: =126'9 degrees below zero.
These cold temperatures would be heat waves for a group
of scientists who work in the strange world of cryogenics or
 supercold.  =The temperatures they deal with are from minus
=250 degrees to the coldest possible temperature, minus =459'7
degrees. At this temperature, called absolute zero, everything
in the world would be frozen solid.
Scientists have found supercold to be a useful tool in space
flight, medicine, and surgery. Supercold can turn oxygen
and hydrogen gases into liquids. This reduces their volume
and makes it possible for them to be used on spaceships
as fuel. Supercold allows electricity to flow through wires
with no friction to stop it. It enables doctors to store blood
for many months instead of for just three weeks as in ordinary
refrigerators. Surgeons can destroy a diseased spot in a  
human body with a cryogenic tool more quickly and safely than
they can with a knife.
Cryogenics might be the answer to one of the problems
in traveling to the distant stars. This problem is how to  
enable the passengers to endure trips that would take twenty
years and even longer. One possible solution is frozen sleep.



 In some ways, =Ben,  I said,  you're fairly bright, but in
others you're just plain dull. The joy of creating may be meat
and drink to you, but as for me, a bit of cheese.
He was gone before I finished, but when he came back
with the logs, he did have a fine slab of cheese, a loaf of
rye bread, and a good big tankard of ale.
We put in some kindling and logs and lit her up. She
drew fine, and =Ben was so proud and excited that I had to
be rather sharp with him before he would settle down to
food. Even then he was up every minute, to admire it from
a new angle. Before we'd finished even one sandwich, the room had
warmed up like a summer afternoon.  Amos,  said he,  we've done it!

 Thanks for the WE,  I said.  I'll remember it.  And then
I dozed off. When I woke up, the room was sizzling warm.  =Ben was
happily writing, as usual, and I went over to see what was
going on. So far he had written, with a lot of flourishes:
An =Account of the =New =Pennsylvania =Fireplaces, =Recently
Invented by =Doctor =Benjamin =Franklin, Wherein Their  
Construction and Their.
=Ben,  I said,  we'll have to come to an understanding.
Do you recollect your exact words when it worked? 
 Why yes, I do,  he admitted, very prompt. He was  
always fair, =Ben was, just overenthusiastic about himself.
 As I remember, those words were, Amos, we've done it! 
 Exactly,  said I,  We've done it! We means two: you
and me. Now let's get things straight, =Ben. Fame and honors
are nothing to me, cheese is. Also there's my family to  
consider, =twenty-five brothers and sisters in a cold vestry, and
hungry. I can be a great help to you. I've proved that. Now
what do you propose? 
He looked pretty thoughtful, and I could feel a quotation



I waited a few seconds, but when I saw those wasps coming
out of that can like a black cloud, I decided to follow =Midge.
 Look out! Those are wasps!  I yelled to the bulldozer driver
in case he hadn't heard =Midge.
He said later that he hadn't heard either one of us. The first
thing he knew about the wasps was that he had been stung on the
neck. They zoomed in on him like a bombing squadron and were
all around him at once. He started swinging his arms around like
mad, and then he noticed that he was headed for the ditch. He
gave the wheel a yank and started swinging at the wasps again.
By this time they were really after him. Later he counted fifteen
wasp stings, so I suppose most of the time he didn't know what
was happening. Finally he decided that the only thing to do was
to stop the bulldozer and to get out of there. By that time it was
too late. Just as he stopped it, it banged against the light pole
beside the driveway. The bulldozer wasn't going fast but the
ground was soft beside the light pole, and it was just a temporary
pole. It didn't break off, but it leaned over at about a  
=forty-fivedegree angle. It reached far enough to hit against the
main lines at the road and snap one of them.
By this time the wasps had reached the house, and they were
still after blood. They chased the mason and the two carpenters
out of there and stung all three of them. The man who had caused
all the trouble, the plumber, didn't get stung at all.


=Blasito was the first one to see me.
He was walking across the top
of the hill near the corral when
I came around the bend from the river.
 Hey, =Mickey,  he yelled,
 where you been? What's those sheep you got? 
 Yours,  I shouted back.  Mine? What do you mean
mine? The lost ones?  That's what,  I yelled.  The
lost ones !  No! No fooling?  He turned
away from me.  Hey, =Grandpa.
=Padre de =Chavez. =Mira! =Miguel's
here, with the bunch of sheep that
was lost !  He looked back to
where l was coming up the hill.
 Bravo, =Miguelito  =mee-guh-leetoh ! Where would you find them?
How did it happen? 



=The paragraph that follows talks about the clothing which
=Eskimos wore years ago. Notice that each sentence in the
paragraph tells something about that =Eskimo clothing.

Clothing made of fur kept =Eskimos warm in temperatures that were
sometimes as low as =sixty degrees below zero. Men, women, and
children, all dressed alike in   trousers, boots, mittens, and
hooded coats called parkas. In coldest weather, =Eskimos wore two
complete sets of   clothing, the inner set with the fur inside and
the outer set with the fur outside. Most of the clothing was made
from light but warm skins of caribou, a kind of reindeer, although
tough walrus hide and sealskin were often used for boots.
=Eskimo women cut the skins and shaped the garments,  
sewing the pieces together with thread made from animal  
tendons.

A good paragraph. Like the one above, talks about only one
thing. That one thing is called the topic of the paragraph. Every
sentence in the paragraph tells or asks something about that
one topic.
If you are not sure what the topic of a paragraph is, read
each sentence of the paragraph again and then try to figure out
what one thing all the sentences are talking about. Usually that
will show you what the topic of the paragraph is. The following
statements tell what the five sentences in the paragraph.
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1975)   5TH GRADE READINGS     MAC9755T.ASC
Edited by: C. B. Smith and R. Warhaugh
Levels 23-30
Source: SUNY Cortland Library
Scanned by DPH 11-18-92

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Since lunchtime the great storm had been clambering
up the sky, surging and changing course, so that the sun
was never quite covered. The cricket match was not
interrupted.
Rumbles of thunder mixed with the echo of traffic on
the =GreatNorthRoad. But the traffic stayed apart from
the village green, while the thunder hovered on the edge
of the summer afternoon. Nobody paid any attention to
either.
The cricket ball flashed against the inky cloud bank,
bright as the day it was new.
The ball was always in the air, for runs came quickly.
The children ran fast, dropped catches, bowled wildly,
and crossed the field. They laughed and shouted as if
they knew this match was a respite. Sooner or later the
rain would fall. They would be torn from the comforting, hilarious
company of one another to face the storm ,  perhaps alone, perhaps
even at night.
At five o'clock the upper edges of the thunder clouds
touched the sun. As the light disappeared, color left the
green. The children's shirts paled. The grass faded. The
scarlet cricket ball became brown. And faces looked up
nervously to meet the blackness they had pretended to

"Well, tell him to fetch it out again!" said the Professor,
slamming the study door.
=Dody obligingly carried the moonball downstairs and
dropped it in the kitchen.
=Buster, the cat, came along and helped to lick it dry
from =Dody's slobber.
While Mrs  =Jackson cleaned up the breakfast things,
=Buster and =Dody and the moonba]l lay down by the fire.
When they were fast asleep, the moonball finished up a
saucer of milk and a can of cat food. Then it crept in
between them, and its fur gleamed golden in the reflected
glow from the bars.
"Isn't that lovely !" said Mrs  =Jackson, watching
them. She noticed the empty saucers and wrote down
"Cat food" on her shopping list. She would have liked to
have asked the Professor to come and see the pretty picture the
animals made, but he was busy and wouldn't
have been pleased if she had.
=Buster and =Dody were lying on their backs now,
showing a]l their undersides, rather untidy. Only the
"=tiggywinkle" was neat and tidy in the middle. But
=tiggies, Mrs  =Jackson reminded herself with a little
shock, are verminous ,   practically alive with lice and
fleas. And here was a tiggy Iying between her darlings
and passing all those dreadful things, made livelier than
nature by the heat of the fire, from one to the other.
Mrs  =Jackson hurried for the flea powder, which the
moonball didn't seem to mind at all. Obligingly it turned
and twisted for Mrs  =Jackson, stretching and straightening its
golden hairs so that the powler could penetrate
to the roots.


The Professor was astonished. He saved =Vicky from
falling while his friend stood and smiled.
"With what" said the Professor?
"With our moonball, sir,  the thing we brought you,  
the one you thought might be prehistoric !" chimed in
=William.
"It is in good hands!" said the Professor, speaking
very precisely and charmingly, and quite differently, so
that they knew he was showing his friend how well he
got on with children. "It is perfectly safe, and when I
find out something about it I will let you know!"
"When, sir?" asked =William.
"I am coming up again next week. By then I expect
I shall have received a report on it," smiled the Professor.
"Where is it?" =Vicky pleaded.
"In a small dark room safe under lock and key, at
the back of the =NaturalHistoryMuseum," said the Professor in a
stage whisper, as if his mysteriousness would
impress them. And then he left them and descended the
rest of the steps beside his fellow professor.
"Can't we just see it?" =Vicky protested. But neither
of the learned gentlemen heard her, so they rushed back
up the steps as if to burst their way into the small dark
room at the back. And they might have done so, only the
officials in the entrance were closing the doors.
"All out now!" they said.
"Oh!" said =Vicky.
William pushed at the doors.
"What's the matter? Left something behind? Or the
wrong grandpa?" said the custodian.
"Left     something      behind!    " panted =William.


asking =Gloria for the twentieth time why she couldn't
have noticed the mistake before she did.
"I did !" =Gloria admitted. "But I couldn't do anything about it.
Mom wouldn't let me out of bed, nor
=Terence either, and anyway he was in another room. I
had to wait till one of the club members went by. I waited
hours till the =Nipper came."
"I ought to have noticed long before," said William
gloomily. "But, honestly, it didn't feel like the real
moonball."
"It's quite capable of doing it on purpose," said
=Vicky. "And anyway, there's nothing to be done about
it now. I suppose we had better disband the club."
But while they stood there talking, the moonball
came to rest beside them and politely wait for the Professor to
step out before shrinking rapidly to its normal
size.
For a moment the Professor swayed a trifle unsteadily on his feet,
as though it were some time since he
had used his legs. All his attention was fixed upon a
round object he held in his hands.
"Has any one of you children got a flashlight?" he
asked them.
William had one, and they shone it obligingly on the
object.
Even the stupid =GloriaPrice, even the surprised
=William could see, beyond the shade of a doubt, that the
Professor was holding another moonball, unlike their own
treasured companion in that its fur was dark, not gold,
its covering harsh, not soft. And whether, years beyond
the past and farther still, the creature had ever throbbed


Far away, in the town of Anywhere,
a large old schoolhouse stood in the shade
of a huge maple tree.
Every morning at eight o'clock, old Mr
=Sleeves, the fifth-grade teacher, rang the
school bell, and children of various ages
walked through the door. They moaned
and groaned and wished they were in bed
instead of in that cold, dreary building.
And every morning, as the fifth graders
said their hellos and talked, Mr =Sleeves
called for quiet.
On one cold morning, when all the
children were seated, Mr =Sleeves stood in
front of them in his heavy black coat.
"I don't like this room!" he said.
"Yes, sir," the children agreed, for they
didn't like the room either. It was drafty
and dreary, and very, very plain.
"What this room needs is a little art!"
 said Mr =Sleeves.
 "Yes, sir," the children said, for a little
art would certainly brighten up the place.
"Now," continued Mr =Sleeves, "I have
 here a catalog. In it are pictures,  or should
 I say pictures of pictures. They are pictures of some of the
greatest paintings in
the world. I have chosen five. They will be
here tomorrow to provide a little art and
culture for this dreary place!"


On July =28, =1866, the contract to do a
life-sized statue was awarded to =VinnieReam.
She worked for nearly three years on
a plaster model. When it was done, she
traveled to =Carrara, =Italy. There she chose
the marble for the final statue.
She had told =Congress she would complete her task by January,
=1971. And she kept her word.
The unveiling took place on January =25.
President =Grant gave a short speech. So did the =Speaker of the
=House of =Representatives, =JamesGBlaine. Finally the moment
came. The covering of the statue was lifted,
and a silence fell upon the great hall. It
lasted several minutes before someone broke
the spell by clapping. Then the room was
filled with applause.
=Vinnie held her head high through the
applause. But her eyes were full of tears.
When she was called upon to say a few
words, she could only whisper, "Thank you. Thank you all."
Then the =Speaker of the =HouseofRepresentatives said, "It is for
us to thank you. You have made the president live again. No
one can look upon this statue and not feel as if he were in the
actual presence of =AbrahamLincoln."

This is the story of =PeterParker,   a boy who
learned about jazz. When he was still quite small, =PeterParker had
strong musical feelings. When his father sang, =Peter moaned. When
his mother sang, =Peter howled.
By the time he was five, =Peter had his
own toy trumpet.
At six, he was given a phonograph that
was as small and sturdy as he.
And at seven, a transistor radio was added.
It filled a bit more of =Peter's huge hunger for music.
Suddenly one day, =Peter put a bold sign 
outside the door of his room: MUSIC IS BEING
MADE,  DO NOT ENTER.
The door was then closed.
From that day on, the sign appeared and
remained in place from four to six every afternoon. From behind the
door, =Peter's parents could hear a trumpet playing or the
phonograph playing =Prokofiev or the radio playing =Rossini.
Often all three played at once. And the loudest by far was the
trumpet. Soon =Peter had a real trumpet and a real
teacher, whose feelings about music were as
strong as =Peter's. =Peter's parents began to
hear musical scales coming from his room.
First, simple scales that soared slowly and
floated back down again, sometimes stumbling
on the way.
Then more and more difficult scales that
climbed quickly and fell with dizzying speed.

After his lunch, the old man
rested in the hot =Mexican sun. He
thought of the music he would play
that night. He stretched his hands in
the warmth of the sun. He thought
of his beloved violin. He smiled
to himself. He remembered buying
it in =1931 from a stranger who needed
money. He had paid him =$2'50.
He also remembered that in =1931,
during the time of depression, no one
had had much. How cross =Maria
had been ! He had spent some of the
precious grocery money on a violin I



 A stowaway! Well, now, what would a
lad like you be doing aboard the =MaryLee?
 I want to be a river pilot sir.
 I'll bet you ran away from home.


Playing hooky from school most likely.
 Oh, no, sir, but I guess I've done my share
of that, too.
 You don't like school?
 No. Seems like I get whippings there all the
time. And besides, school takes too much time
out of my day.
 Don't you like any subjects?
 No, sir, I don t. But if I had to choose, I guess
I'd say spelling. We have spelling bees every
Friday at Mr =Cross's school on the square. I'm
pretty good in them. Won a medal in spelling
once. Almost won first prize, but I missed
a word.
 What word did you go down on?
 Triumph. But I can spell it now.
 Good for you!
 =Marktwain!
 =Marktwain!
 I like that.
 What do you like?
 When the men call out "=Marktwain."
 Do you know what it means?
 Oh, yes, sir. It means we are in safe water.
The man who is calling out has a pole, and it
has black and white stripes around it to show


We have two families of words in =English that are related to
the moon. One family of words is from =OldEnglish. Our word
moon comes from the =OldEnglish word =mona. Long ago people
used the moon to measure time. The period of time from one new
moon to the next was called =monath. This is the origin of our
word month. Our word for the second day of the week, Monday, means
"moon's day." People have always been superstitious about the
moon. The =Romans decided to dedicate a day of the week to the
moon in order to keep the moon's favor. Many things have been named
after the moon. One reason may be that something about these
objects reminded people of the moon. Here are three. Look these
words up in a dictionary. Can you tell from the definitions why
people named these objects after the moon? The other family of
words in =English that is related to the moon is from the Latin
word for moon, =luna. =Luna was the name of the =Roman Goddess of
the moon. From this word we get the word lunar in =English which
means "of the moon." lt's used terms such as lunar landing module.
Another word that comes from =luna is lunacy.  It was once believed
that changes in the phases of the moon could make people insane.

Suddenly there is a noise at the door. =Harriet
=Tubman turns quick!y and faces the door.
Mr =Jones: Quick! Go into that room.
(=Harriet =Tubman leads the slaves into another
room. Mr =Jones then goes to the door. He opens
it. SARAH and =Will are at the door.
Mr =Jones: My God! Come in quickly.
=SARAH and ==Will come into the house.
Mr =Jones: =Harriet! Come out here. We have
company! 
=Harriet =Tubman and the SLAVES come back into
the room.
=Harriet =Tubman walking over to =SARAH and ==Will:
Well, well. Who are you? And how did you
get here?
=Sarah: We ran away.
=Harriet =Tubman: From where?
=Sarah: From =Maryland.
=Harriet =Tubman: Just you and the little boy?
=Sarah: Yes, Madam. Is this the underground station?
=Harriet =Tubman: Yes, it is. You're safe now. You two
sure are brave.
=Will: We just followed the =North Star like =Harriet
=Tubman.

=Harriet =Tubman looks at Mr =Jones.
Mr =Jones: Son, this is =Harriet =Tubman.
=Will: =Harriet =Tubman?
Mr =Jones: That's right.
=Harriet =Tubman: Mr =Jones, get them some food and
water. These children look half starved.
=Sarah: I think there s a slave catcher following us,
Madam. He's been following us ever since we got
away from him.



Using a bright lamp for the sun, =Ned photographes =Icarus =II
in one phase of its flight.
To get to =Mars and back, =Icarus
=111 would follow a path around
the =Sun. Here is =Ned's shot of it.
Cotton clouds on a blue rug provided the background for shots
of the return flight.
The spacecraft is returning to
=Earth in this slide, which appears
near the end of =Ned's show.



emotions like anger, jealousy,
love, happiness, and fear.
Why do some of us seem
to get along better with certain
people than with others?
Why do some boys and
girls get better marks in
school than others?
All of these questions are
difficult to answer.
The mind-scientist is not
a magician. He cannot "read"
your mind. He must study and
experiment and think,  just as
all scientists, no matter what
their science, must.
The physicist tries to answer questions about light
and heat, sound and motion.
The biologist looks for the
secrets of life.
The psychologist examines the part of people that
cannot be seen or felt: the
mind.
All scientists seek to answer questions. Many people
say that psychology is the
most difficult of all the
sciences.
Certainly today we know
more about the outside world
than we know about the inside
world,  the mind.
The thing that makes psychology so interesting is that
it is about us,  you and me.
The discoveries of the mind scientists help us to see our
own "invisible man."

=Sidney asked, "Can l? Can
l?" and Mrs  =Polsky said. "We'll
see. We'll see." She glared at
=Mother quite a lot.
After exercising and measuring for uniforms, we had a practice
game. It was hardly that, though. For example, =Barry hit
a low grounder on which he easily made it to second. That was
because the ball kept rolling out of the first baseman's hand l
happened to be the first baseman.
When I finally got enough hand on the ball, =Barry had just
rounded second. I threw it to =LouisLaRosa on third. He caught
it, surprisingly enough,  the first firm catch of the afternoon.
But when he caught it, he was so pleased with himself that he
stepped off base to look around and see if his mother was watching
she was, and he neglected to tag =Barry out. =Barry made it
to home even before the throw =Spencer continued not giving
me any special breaks. He kept referring to himself as let's and
to me as kid. "Let's beef up that swing, kid" "Let's run as if it
counts, kid" 


them. "You were bad to do that."
=Rosie started to laugh, couldn't quite stop, and then to her
horror her laughter turned to tears. =Gretchen and =Peter joined
her.
After a few moments =Rosie managed to pull herself together. She
ordered Katie to come down from her perch and thanked the
lifeguards. Then the four children made their way back to their
blanket.
Emotionally spent by the events of the day, they collected
their belongings and headed for home.
As the trolley neared home, they got gloomier and gloomier.
"Well, all's well that ends well," said =Rosie, trying to put a
cheerful face on the matter.
=Gretchen blew her nose. "It hasn't ended yet," she said
practically. "What am I going to say at home?"
"We'll have to tell," said =Peter worriedly.
"Tell about how you got lost," =Katie added.
They did. They told all, and punishment was handed out.
But, all things considered, the grown-ups were lenient. Perhaps
they took into consideration the fact that =Peter, =Gretchen, and
=Rosie had suffered enough that day. As, indeed, they had.



=Anna reddened slightly. It was
not right, fooling =Papa like this.
But she was not ready to share
what had happened to her. Even
her father might not understand.
She could hardly take it in herself.
"All right, =Papa," she said, 
letting the words drag.
Wanting to comfort her, her
father put his hand gently on top
of her bent head. She squirmcd.
He let her go.
"Would you like to come back
to thc store with me?" he asked.
=Anna nodded. Then she said in
a muffled voice, "I'll be there in a
minute. You go on down."
=ErnstSolden started to leave.
Then he turned back, stooped suddenly,
 and kissed her.
"Soon you'll get used to them,

As =Nal ran through the trees,
he thought about the great trouble
he was in. It had been a long time
since he had seen another person.
An earthquake had destroyed his
village. Only =Nal, who had been out
hunting, was left alive. But his
sorrow at losing his family and
friends had dulled quickly. He had
to be alert every moment just to
keep alive.
How would he get food? He could
not live on berries and roots forever. 
Yet it took many men hunting together to hunt successfully.
When they found a herd of reindeer, one group would creep
around to the far side of the herd.

"Say no more, =Orestes. My mind is made up.
The horse shall be sold," said =Philonicus.
It was a sumlller day more than two thousand
years ago. The speaker, a rich man of =Thessaly in
=Greece, was talking to his slave. They stood by a
field looking at a number of horses.
=Philonicus was used to being obeyed. When
he had spoken, he turned away.
But the slave put out a hand. "Master," he
said earnestly, "there is not another horse like
=Bucephalus."
"I know that," the rich man answered. "His
buyer will pay d great deal for him. I mean to
sell him to =PhilipofMacedon."
King =Philip," his slave repeated, amazed.
"Yes," replied =Philonicus. "King =Philip knows
horses. His army rides into battle on the best he
can find. It is said that he would rather lose six
generals than one good horse. He will find use for
=Bucephalus. "

would return to the dovecot
when they heard certain
whistles. These pigeons would
turn to the right or the left
in the air. They looked like
rows of soldiers on parade.
They even did somersaults on
command.
In =1866, nine pigeons were
sent from =London with air
mail to their home lofts in the
=United States. The telegraph
was already in use at this
time. So pigeons were not
really needed to carry the
messages across the ocean.
But it was an interesting
experiment. Three of the nine
made the ocean crossing to
their home lofts.
In =1870, carrier pigeons
proved their worth. It was
wartime. =Paris was surrounded
by =Gerrnan troops. No news
or military orders could get
through.
But men and pigeons fooled
the invaders.



So it was little wonder that it took two years for
the story to reach the =Russian area called the
=Yakuts, fifteen hundred miles south. The people there
laughed. They thought it was an amusing tale. But
one man, =Vladimir =Boltunov, did not laugh. He knew
the hunters of the north.
"Maybe they can't read or write," he said "but
they tell the truth. I know. Many is the time I have
traded furs with them. They are honest people. There
must be something to the story."
=Boltunov traveled the long distance. However.
he did not see the monster in the same condition that
=Ossip had first seen it. The ice around the body had
melted. The wolves and other animals of the plains
had eaten parts of it. But much of it was left.
=Boltunov knew he had found something special.
He paid well for the animal's body and it was
carted away. He gave it to a museum.
What was the monster that =Ossip had discovered?
It was a mammoth. This elephant-like animal roamed
throughout much of the world thousands of years ago.
The people of the =IceAge hunted it for meat. Since =Ossip
found the first "monster," thirty more mammoths
have been discovered, preserved in ice, in =Russia.



=Nasan went to the old =Needlewoman. She made him a set of
wings of feathers and spider's thread. Up in the sky he flew,
to the beautiful =Evening Star Lady
=Nasan brought the =Evening =Star =Lady many presents. He gave
her buffalo robes, shells, and beads. She was very pleased and
agreed to become his wife.
The next night there was no =Evening =Star =Lady in the sky.
The night wanderers got lost. The calendar men could not
keep time. And the =Indian lovers had no one to sing their
songs to.

You think you've got problems? Well, listen to
me. Up until a few days ago, I didn't think there was
any hope for me. But then something happened to
make me think maybe, just maybe, there is some hope,
after all. But I guess I have to tell you what's been
going on. Then you'll understand.
Each day, I would lie here in my crib. The most
unbelievable things would happen. Grownups, large
people, would keep walking by and looking down at
me. "A =boo-boo-boo," would say the one with the
blond hair. She's my mother.
"=Wutch-um, =wutch-um, =wutch-um," the one with
the whiskers would say. He's my father.
And every so often, the top of a smaller person's
head would go by. That would be my big brother,
=Fred. He wouldn't say much at all. Just "=ugh" and
"=ick," sometimes.
I was really getting worried. "How will I ever
learn to talk right at this rate?" I kept thinking. I
knew people didn't talk to each other the way they
talked to me. For example, my mother would say,
"=Walter, is it time for the news on television yet?"
And my father would answer, "In a few minutes, =Agnes."
Not one "=a-boo" or "=wutch-um" that time.


The shepherd took a sip of his wine.
"Yes," he said stupidly.
=Tomas nodded. "Yes," he answered.
"For example, here we call a bottle a =FatBoy. The blood pudding we
call =Johnny. The rooster we call the =Singer; the hen, the
=Dancer; the cat, =OurNeighbor; the chimney chain, =Forbearance. We
call the bed, =YourHonor; the fire, =Happiness; and the master of
the house, =AlwaysWithUs." Quite seriously, the shepherd began to
repeat the new names over and over, while the men rocked with
silent laughter over how easily he was fooled.



Terms or expressions used by people in a particular profession,
occupation, or group are called jargon. People who work in radio
and television have a special language or jargon of their own. Many
of the terms they use are not familiar to the rest of us. For
example, among radio people a sound-effects person who imitates
animals is called a =crawk. Crowd scene sounds are called =walla
=walla. A news reporter is a =gabber. An actor who inches too close
to the mike is a =creeper. A period of silence is dead air.
People who work in television call viewers who constantly switch
stations channel swimmers. In television jargon, rain is a vertical
interference pattern on a screen. An =oater or a
=they-went-that-awayer is a western. A bullfrog is a deep voice,
and a =klinker is a note off-key. 
In addition to these unfamiliar terms, there are several
expressions from radio and television jargon that are now part of
our general language. How many of the following expressions do you
know? anchor man, anchor woman, talk show, mike, soap opera,
commercial, disc jockey, wrap up, and play-by-play.

Do you know any jargon from any other occupations?

Let's pretend that we can visit the twenty-first century. We will
visit a boy named =PeterSmith. He has already awakened this
morning. But he is not feeling too well. Mrs  =Smith, =Peter's
mother, wants the doctor to see =Peter. That is, it would be a good
idea for the doctor to listen to =Peter. Mrs  Smith brings a set of
wires to =Peter's bedside. These wires are called sensors. She
places one sensor in his mouth and one on his chest. She puts
another one around his wrist and one on his forehead. Then she
plugs the sensors into a wall outlet. She says the code "=TCP. "
This means telephone call placed. A little light flashes on the
wall. This indicates that the =Smith's wireless telephone is ready
to accept a call.  Mrs  =Smith says "=2478." That's the doctor's
phone number. From a speaker on the wall the doctor's voice says,
"Good morning." "Good morning, Dr. =Cooper," answers Mrs  =Smith.
"=Peter isn't feeling too well this morning. I've hooked him up to
the sensors. I wonder if you can examine him now."
&&000 RAND McNALLY  (1978)  5TH GRADE          RAN9785T.ASC
SOARING PLATEAUS  Level 12  I neglected to identify authors
Source: SUNY Cortland: xerox, scan, edit by DPH February 2, 1993

&&111



At last she stole soundlessly forward on a limb and
tested it with her forepaws, then with her whole body. It
bent to her weight, and she steadied herself, balancing
like a diver. Then with one powerful leap, her body made
an arc in the blackness. At the very moment of that leap,
=Brighty was snuggling deeper into the ferns, and the cat
landed short of her mark. Cruel claws, intended for his
head and neck, ripped =Brighty's forelegs from shoulder
to hoof. Instantly he was sharp awake, a fire of pain
shooting up his legs. He leaped to his feet, squealing in
terror as he faced the howling, hissing lion. He pawed
wildly, kicking at the cat's fireball eyes, trying to push
her over the brink. But cunningly she rolled underneath
him, cufflng and stabbing with sword-like claws.
Brighty backed away, rearing, then came down, flailing
with his hoofs. Once he landed on the soft, muscly body,
but the cat slithered out from under him. He could feel
blood oozing hot down his forelegs, but he felt no
weakness. Only a frenzied need to stamp out the yellow
flame of her eyes, to stop the hissing sound.
Suddenly the lion turned and with a bound was up in
the tree. She tried a second spring, and this time landed
on =Brighty's back. Down they both went on the floor of
the cave, a snarling, grunting shadow in the moonlight.
One moment they were almost in the pool, the next
moment on the rim of the canyon with nothing but
darkness and space below. The stars swam around
=Brighty and mixed with the moon. His blood trickled
darkly in the sand. He tried to shake free of the claws
which were stabbing his shoulder, but they only dug
deeper. The two figures grappled again toward the pool
and went spinning into the icy water. Still the lion would
not let go. With a scream of pain =Brighty rolled over on
his back, pinning the cat beneath him in the water.
Minutes passed as he held her there. Then gradually the
claws eased, and at last they fell away.



All the men stiffened in fear as
the captain sent the clipper edging
through the narrow straits. There
was a scraping noise as the left
side of the =Courser brushed
against the cliffs. =Stormalong put
both hands on the wheel, his face
grim. There could be no turning
back. The ship went scraping and
rubbing along, and it was only
because of the soap on its sides
that it got through. Naturally,
most of the soap rubbed off on the
cliffs, turning them white. They
have been called the white cliffs of
=Dover ever since.
=Stormalong decided that  
perhaps his ship was a mite too big for
ordinary trade, and he was  
growing bored with carrying ordinary
things like coffee and lumber.
=Stormalong put his fist under his
chin one day and tried to think of
big kinds of cargo.
Just then, off on the horizon
something reared up. =Stormalong
caught a glimpse of a huge, sleek,
brine-dripping back. A great  
flashing tail slapped downward and
shook the ocean. A plume of  
whitish mist soared upward.
 Whales!  =Stormalong  
exclaimed.  That's it! 
=Stormalong turned the =Courser
into a whaling ship and set out to



=Neter-Khet, waving.  Return the
cat! Return the boy to me! 
As =Jason and =Gareth entered the
throne room, the cymbals clashed
again, the trumpets blew, and the
slaves began waving their fans.
 Stop that ridiculous whisking, 
=Neter-Khet commanded.  Get out.
All of you. You, too,  he said,
pointing at the =Chief =Scribe.
In the empty hall =Neter-Khet
seemed too tired to climb the steps
to his throne. Instead, he slumped
down on the edge of the platform.
He took off his headdress, his wig,
and to =Jason's amazement, even
his braided beard. Without them
=Neter-Khet didn't appear half as
angry as before.
 For the last time,  he said,  are
you sure there's nothing you can
do? It's happened with every cat
they've brought in. All my subjects
worship me, =Pharaoh is sacred,
you know, and my slaves are
building me the finest pyramid in
=Egypt. But I can't find a cat to sit
on my lap. And, after all, we're
both sacred. It's beyond me. 
=Neter-Khet looked so  
discouraged and unhappy that =Jason
could not help feeling sorry for
him.
 You can't imagine how I've
longed for a cat of my own. 
=Neter-Khet continued wistfully




By the time the war started =Robert =Smalls was already
married. He was doing extra work after hours, saving
his money in order to buy freedom for himself and his
wife and children. His master had agreed that he could
do this. He was also learning to pilot the =Planter. Smalls
carefully watched every move that the captain and the
two mates made, and soon learned to pilot the ship as
well as they. He began to think about getting his wife
and children, as well as his brother's family, through the
lines to freedom.
His mother, =Lydia, had already escaped. She sent word
to him by a  contraband  that she had a job as a cook for
the =Union soldiers. This encouraged him, and he set his
mind to serious planning.
Smalls noticed that on certain nights the three white
officers left the ship and spent the night with their
families and friends. He formed a bold plan to round up
the families of the =Negro crew members, hide them and
a few of their belongings on board the =Planter, and,
when all was ready, sail away to freedom. The =Negro
crew, which included his brother, agreed to the plan.
They also agreed that if the plan failed and they were
captured, they would either blow up the ship or join
hands and jump into the sea, rather than be taken alive.
The night of =May =13, =1862, came at last. All was ready:
the boilers were fired, the steam up, the mooring ropes
cast off, and the anchor hauled aboard. Robert =Smalls
hoisted the =Confederate flag to the highest mast. As they
sailed past the fortresses in =Charleston =Harbor, it  
appeared that the =Planter was making a night  
reconnaissance. As they passed each port, =Smalls, dressed in the
captain's uniform and cap, gave the proper signal, and
the =Planter was signaled to proceed.
He breathed much more easily after the =Planter  
received the hail to  =Pass the =Planter  at =Fort =Sumter,
the last of the =Confederate forts. He piloted the ship full

At sight of the disturbance =Li =Lun's mother came
running up, her baby on her back. She looked at =Li =Lun's
shaking figure, still firm in its determination not to get
into the boat. But she could only stand beside her son.
 Afraid of sea water!  jeered the boys from the  
sampans.  Afraid of sea water! 
 Most honorable husband,   =Wang =Lun spoke  
tremblingly as she pulled her brown, knee-length jacket  
tighter about her,  I have feared this day. I have known that
our son liked not the sea. But remember, =Li =Lun's most
honorable grandfather never went out on the sea. He
was ever a lover of the soil. The boy is not to blame if he
loves the land and fears the sea. Give him, I pray, some
tasks on the land instead. 
The boys in the fishing boats were silent now,  
wondering what would happen.
=Teng =Lun looked at his wife and hesitated. Then he
exclaimed angrily,  =Very well! I will give him a land
task that will make him beg for the sea! He
reached into the deep inner pocket of his brown
fishing jacket and took something from it.
 Open your hands!  commanded =Teng =Lun. Into =Li
=Lun's palms he counted seven grains of rice, still in the
husks.  Take this rice to the top of =Lao =Shan!  shouted
=Teng =Lun.  Plant it! 



You didn't ask anyone about Dr =Wilson?  put in
=Sally.
 I never heard of him before you spoke his name,  said
=Billy.
 Then you went straight to your doctor on the third
floor?  asked =Encyclopedia.
 Yes. Dr =Stanton in room =301. What's it to you? 
 Dr =Wilson's office is down the hall from both the
stairs and the elevator,  said =Encyclopedia thoughtfully.
 You wouldn't pass his office going up or coming down. 
 I don't know where his office is, and I don't care,  said
=Billy.  It's none of your business where I was. 
 We just want to be sure you weren't in Dr =Vivian
=Wilson's office this morning. That's all,  said =Sally.
 Well, I wasn't. I had a sprained wrist, not a toothache.
So why should I go to his office? What are you after? 
 A pair of roller skates,  said =Encyclopedia.  Do you
mind returning them? You've given yourself away. 
What gave =Billy away?



=Maria =Tallchief possessed the
qualities that this dance form  
demanded. She was one of the  
fortunate ones in that opportunities
to gain recognition for her efforts
did come to her. And when they
did, her talents and hard work
made it possible for her to take
advantage of them. By the time
she was twenty-two, =Maria  
=Tallchief had earned the role of leading
dancer in the =New =York =City
=Ballet, a ballet company famous
throughout the world.
For =Maria =Tallchief, dancing
was not only a way to express
and portray beauty and feeling;
it was a way of life. On the  
following pages this celebrated  
dancer shares some of her thoughts
and feelings about that part of
her life.



the fear that lay hidden in his mother's heart. What was
it his father had said that morning at the bus stand,
before he left?  I have talked with your mother      she
perhaps does not understand quite so well that it is
important to dream .
=Appa was wrong, =Raman thought heavily. It is not
that she does not understand. It is only that she is afraid.
It is fear that keeps her face drawn tight and keeps the
smile from her lips, =Fear, and not anger. She is afraid we
will not have money, afraid we will not have rice.
Suddenly he was old, and the pity he felt toward his
mother was the pity he would feel toward a small child.
He felt hot tears rising. He choked back the tightness in
his throat and looked off down the ravine to where
=Vasanti and =Dasan were playing. How he envied them
their laughter!
They don't know, he thought. They don't really know
about things like money and rice. They feel hungry, and
they eat, and they don't know what it is to be afraid. They
don't know. I wish I didn't know either.
Three more days passed. Then one afternoon as
=Raman walked up the bazaar street, the bus driver
hailed him.  Wait, I have something here for you! 
=Raman ran over to where the driver stood outside the
bus office. The driver handed him a brown envelope.
 Your father brought it to me just as the bus was leaving
the city. He said to tell you that all is well now and that
he will send more as soon as he can. 
=Raman stammered acknowledgment and set out up
the bazaar hill at a running pace. He knew well enough
what the envelope contained. There would be no more
worry about rice now!
=Raman's mother took the envelope he handed her,
without speaking. She opened it and looked at the bills
inside. Then she looked up at =Raman. She took out one
bill and handed it to him.  Go back to the bazaar,



And =Jep told the story of my
chunk of bread. Everybody talked
about how clever I was to think
ahead, and I came to life. They
liked me, in spite of my fleas!
However, when =Jep set me down
on the floor, I didn't insist on
staying in his lap. I was ready to
want whatever he wanted. I have
been, and I always am, extremely
well-behaved when anyone treats
me kindly. While I ate, and I did it as  
politely as I could, to show that, fleas
or no fleas, I did know how to
act, I learned that =Jep's truck was
his own. That meant he could take
his time. if he pleased. The length
of his wayside stops was not  
recorded, as it was for some of the
drivers. I learned that certain
heavyweight vans have special
meters that truck drivers call
 tattle-tales,  because they  
register the least little stop. That's the
reason a number of the truck
drivers, without even sitting down,
gulped their hot coffee at the counter.
When they came in or went out,
an icy wind blew into the room.
 Foul weather,  =Jep said.  But
we'll hurry a little, anyhow. Come
along, doggie. 
I followed him into a small tiled
room that smelled of disinfectant.



 I see in the papers that the world is coming to an
end,  said Mr =Peters, reading the newspaper at the
breakfast table. He chuckled.
=Pete swallowed his bit of toast.  When?  he said.
His mother looked at his father and frowned,  
warningly.
 Not this afternoon,  she said hastily to =Pete.
Mr =Peters shrugged.  It doesn't say this afternoon, 
he agreed.
=Pete munched his crisp cereal thoughtfully. If it
wasn't this afternoon it wouldn't do him much good, he
thought. For the test would be this afternoon, the test
the substitute teacher had prepared for them.
Thinking about the test, =Pete plopped into his seat at
school with an unnecessary plunk. Miss =Dingley frowned
at him.
She wasn't anything like the regular teacher. She had
a dried-up face and watery blue eyes. Her hands were
brown and wrinkled, and her dress was wrinkled too.
Miss =Dingley was the kind who didn't care much how she
looked. She was the kind who went out and looked under
rocks at the beach and brought things she found to
school in old =Mason jars. Yesterday she had brought
some green stuff which floated in the small aquarium on
her desk. Miss =Dingley was living in the regular
teacher's house while she was gone, and taking care of
=Miss =Patch's dog.
The regular teacher's dog, =Mishmash, used to be =Pete's
dog. =Pete sighed a little, remembering how he had
answered the advertisement for a puppy on the first day
&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN  (1978)  5th grade Reader    SF19785T.ASC
FINS AND TALES by Richard G. Smith and Robert Tierney
Source: Elmira College xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH 12-18-92

&&111 
This scene sounds like something that might have
happened in =Europe in =1783. That was when the first
recorded balloon flight took place. But now some =American
explorers claim the first balloon trip was not in =Europe.
They believe that the scene just described could have taken
place in =Peru, =South =American. They think it happened =2'000
years before the flight in =Europe. It is known that the people
who lived on the plains at that time were =Nazca Indians.
They were a people who lived before the =Incas. It is thought
that the drawings were done by the =Nazcas.
The explorers believe the balloon flights are the answer
to the mystery of the =Nazca plains drawings. These huge
drawings cut into the earth were found in the =1920s. But no
one knew exactly how the drawings could have been laid
out. The figures are too large for people on the ground to see
completely. Only someone high overhead could see the
whole figures and tell the workers where to draw the lines.
But there are no nearby mountains. There is no place for a
person to look down from.
For this reason some people thought many of the
drawings marked landing places for ancient astronauts
visiting earth. The astronauts were supposed to have told
the workers where to draw the lines.
Then people from the International =Explorers =Society,
based in =Florida, began to look into the matter. They came
up with the idea that someone in a hot-air balloon overhead
guided the drawing of the figures. They had found a =Nazca
jar. It had a scene painted on it that seemed to show a
hot-air balloon. Then they found the papers of an early
missionary from =Brazil. In about =1707 he had gone to =Europe
with a model of a balloon he claimed the Indians used. He
had shown how the balloon worked. This was =seventy-four
years before the first hot-air balloon flight recorded in
=Europe!



In front of this school a number of years ago there was only
junk and debris. Then a nearby baseball park gave topsoil
from its field. And pupils, many of whom live in high-rises
and didn't know a rake from a hoe, began to dig in, and
plant flowers!

Since then the =Raymond =Elementary =School =Nature =Center
has won prize after prize for its green-thumb projects. The
children have even beaten high-school and college
competitors !

The pupils have also reached out into the community. They
have planted flowers in planters along one of the city's
major streets, =Michigan =Avenue. And they have exhibited
whole gardens in the =Chicago =Flower and =Garden =Sho~ held
each year.



Mr =Flores had only one leg. He spent his days in a  
wheelchair. This didn't seem to bother him. He wheeled himself
smartly around the home wherever he wished. Yet he kept to
himself. He wouldn't even watch =TV with the other people,
but sat in his room alone.

=Paula noticed that no one ever came to see Mr =Flores. She
thought that perhaps the reason Mr =Flores didn't talk to
anyone was because he felt that nobody cared about him.
=Paula's great-grandmother had said that sometimes older
people feel that way.

=Paula tried to be friendly with Mr =Flores. But she had no luck.
The man spoke to her just once. One day she had brought
Mr =Flores's paper, humming. The man had said,  =Can't a
person get a paper without putting up with all that noise? 

But =Paula had the same kind of persistence as her
great-grandmother. She couldn't get Mr =Flores off her mind.
She didn't want him to feel that nobody cared about him.

The next day =Paula silently delivered Mr =Flores's paper. She
took time to glance around the room.  =Paula noticed an old
photograph of a baseball team stuck in the frame of a mirror.
Mr =Flores was one of the players.  I see you used to play
baseball,  =Paula said.  I guess you had lots of fans then. 
Mr =Flores didn't even look at =Paula.  They've forgotten me, 
he said shortly.

 I play on a softball .  



I Suppose =Tosh is a strange name for a cat. At least, it is a
strange name for this proud cat. =Tosh is a tough-sounding
name. Whereas, =Tosh, this cat, usually acted dignified and
gentlemanly.

But there was something different about =Tosh today. His
owners~ Mr and Mrs =Beveridge, looked down at him
unhappilY.  He's gone right off his food, Dr =Herriot,  the
woman said.  He's been eating less and less for the past
week. Now he won't touch a thing. 

I petted the cat's sleek head.  Well, that's not like =Tosh, is
it?  =Tosh was really fond of his food as a rule. In fact, I'd
describe him as an enthusiastic eater.
Mr =Beveridge was a butcher. He brought home the choicest
tidbits for his cat. =Tosh dined often on steak, liver, and
kidneys. His owners also visited and revisited the fish shop
so that =Tosh's meals would not become dull.  =Tosh had it
made.



=Byrd =Baylor, an author, asked some =Indian children to
choose a favorite story that has been told to them and tell
it in their own words. She would have it printed. This
story would be their gift to other children. They would be
sharing some of the oldest magic of the =Indian world.
Here are some of their stories.
Old =Quechan people have a favorite story that they tell to
=Quechan children.
They say dogs used to talk just like people. The dogs
spoke in =Indian language and said anything they wanted.
The dogs lived among the =Indians and talked all the time.
The only trouble was that the dogs talked too much. They
never stopped. Whenever anything happened, they told it.
Whatever they heard, they told it. Whatever they saw, they
told it.


=Al said to =SarahIda,  =I'm going to shine one shoe. You
watch what I do. Then you shine the other one. 
=Al took two soft brushes and brushed the man's shoe.
 That takes off the dust,  he said.  Always start with a clean
shoe.  =He picked up a jar of water with an old toothbrush
in it. With the toothbrush he sprinkled a few drips of water
on the shoe.  That makes a better shine. 
=Al opened a round can of brown polish. With his fingers
he spread polish on the shoe.  Now you lay your cloth over
the shoe,  he said.  Stretch it tight, like this. Pull it back
and forth, like this. Rub it hard and fast. First the
toe, then the sides, then the back.  =When =Al put down
the cloth, the shoe shone like glass. He untied the man's
shoelace. He drew it a little tighter and tied it again.
He asked =SarahIda,  =Did you see everything I did? 
 Yes,  she said.
 All right. Let's see you do it. 



A Holiday on the Moon

=Tanya and =Eric watched the earth come up and smiled. It
was =July =20, =2069. Today was a big holiday on the moon.
There was going to be a grand parade out to the =Eagle. It
was the old-fashioned space machine used by the first
earth person to set foot on the moon.

 Think about it,  said =Tanya.  A =hundred years ago today
=Neil =Armstrong put his footprints in our moon dust. And
now we're living on the moon. We'll see his footprints
when we go to the parade. 

 Yes,  said =Eric.  He walked on the moon a =hundred years
ago, and today we can ride among our moon hills. 

=Tanya and =Eric were both looking forward to going
outside =Bubble =City. The city had a huge, rounded
glasslike roof over it. This dome covered the whole city.
This was because there was no air on the moon for people
to breathe. Air had to be made and pumped into the city.
The dome kept the air in.



After our house burned down, we went to iive in a motel. It
was crowded. The younger kids had no place to play. I had
no place to put my rock collection that went through the fire.
And my big sister =Didi had no place to practice for the play
she was going to be in at school. But =Dad finally found us a
place. What a place! Captain's =Castle!

Captain's =Castle was a big, ugly old house facing the bay. It
was older than =Sneedsville, I guess. Nobody had lived in it for
ages. People said it was haunted. =Dad and =Mother said that
was just silly superstition.

 It's the best I could do,  =Dad said.  Not many people want to
rent to a family with seven children. And even =Miss =Sneed
wouldn't rent it for longer than a month. She believes the
=Sneedsville =Historical =Society may want to buy it soon, to
restore it. 

Why? Just because her great-grandfather owned it?  I asked.

 Well, =Sneedsville is named after him, you know,  said =Dad.
Captain's =Castle sat on a high cliff overlooking the ocean.
Below the cliff were great rocks. The town was on a quiet
bay behind the house. A tower stuck up over the front hall of
the house. In the top of the tower was a shuttered window
facing the ocean.

On the second floor there were so many bedrooms no one
had to crowd up at all. I went up more stairs and looked




the time the cramps had passed, the other runners had
overtaken =Felix. But =Felix did not give up. He pushed
himself to his feet. His heavy boots began to churn up the
dust =He passed one runner, then another, then a third.
Slowly he gained on the leaders.
But =Felix's cramps had given the others too great a lead. He
caught up and passed ten runners. But he could not catch
the leaders.

An =American came in first and fell at the finish line. The
second and third place runners also fell. =Felix =Carvajal came
in fourth. But he did not collapse as the others had. He had
recovered and was still in high spirits.

many people felt that =Felix should have won.  He was really
the best runner in the race,  they said. But =Felix himself did
not worry.

I have taken part,  he said.  I have raced for my country. I
have enjoyed myself. What more can one ask of the =Olympic
=Games?

The marathon is still a part of the modern summer =Olympics
that take place every four years. The graph on the next
page shows the time it took some of the winners to run the
marathon.