&&000 ADDISON-WESLEY PUBL. CO. (1982)  4TH GRADE   ADD9824T.ASC
THE ABRACADATLAS by Pleasant T. Rowland et al
Source: SUNY Cortland xerox, scan, edit by DPH February 1, 1993

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=Richard is really nice. He is comforting, like =Ma. I
really love =Richard, although sometimes I can't stand
him. He is my only brother, and I don't have a sister,
so he is very important to me.
=Richard is good to share things with, especially things
nobody but us would laugh at or understand, like the
way kids in second grade always said,  You must be a
fish, because your name is =Fisher, =ha, =ha. 
Or the way the girl who used to live next door made
us whisper when we watched =Lassie programs with her
because she thought =Lassie was too noble to interrupt.
Or the way our father has explained about a =hundred
times that redwood trees grow so old and tall because
the bark of the redwood is fireproof. If I ask =Richard
why he won't lend me =fifty cents or why he drank up
the last can of soda, he is likely to answer,  Because the
bark of the redwood is fireproof.  That just breaks us up.
=Richard keeps his room absolutely perfect. He knows
where he has put every sports magazine he has ever
gotten. And all the letters he gets he files in alphabetical
order in a shoebox. He makes lists of things to do, and
he remembers to cross them off after he does them.
Lots of times =Richard and I keep our radios at the
same station and have our doors open and talk to each
other across the hall. =Richard and I are very different,
but we share a lot of important things, like our parents
and our house and all the years of our past.
I am very lucky to have =Richard for my brother.



=DINNER =KEY, =Florida, Yesterday a
giant waterspout ripped through the
boat docks at =Dinner =Key. The whirling
column of wind and water hit hard.
Frightened people watched as it crashed
into boats and docks.
The waterspout was spotted only five
minutes before it hit the docks. The
=Daily =News asked some people of  
=Dinner =Key what they saw.
 It looked like a big gray snake  
dropping down from the sky,  said one  
person who watched the storm.  I had
never seen anything like it. 
 The clouds seemed to be pouring a
huge rope of water into the sea,  said
another.
Dr =Joseph =Golden described what
happened to one =thirty-foot boat. The
waterspout leaped on the boat. It
whipped the boat around and around.
Then it flipped it over and sent it to the
bottom of the bay.
Many boats were destroyed. One was
swallowed up by the circling column.
Then the boat was carried through the
air and slammed into another boat.
A five-ton houseboat was picked up
out of the water and dropped on a
wooden piling. The houseboat sat on
top for a moment. Then it fell and sank.
No lives were lost. Only one person
was hurt. After doing =$100'000 in  
damage, the waterspout whirled out to sea.
The people of =Dinner =Key were left to
clean up after it.



=Paul can't stand it when =Quentin says
 =Wow,  but this time, he didn't seem
to mind. We convinced =Quentin to join
us, and then we made our plans.
 First,  said =Paul,  we will try to get
all the information we can about Mrs
=Richardson. Then, when we have
enough evidence, we will turn her over
to the authorities. 
 You mean, when we get the goods
on her?  asked =Quentin. =Quentin  
always said what he thought.

The next morning I ran all the way to
=Paul's house. He and =Quentin were
outside waiting for me.
=Paul was as excited as the day before,
only this time he was excited about a
big bush.
 Mrs =Richardson has a truly  
magnificent bush in her side yard,  he said.
 We can hide there and get a good
view of the house. Let's get going. 
Quietly we crept through a few yards
and climbed two fences. And there it
was, the =Spy =House. The three of us
crouched behind the bush, but there
wasn't much room. Somebody's foot or
arm kept sticking out.
 It's unfortunate that Ms =Richardson
doesn't have a larger bush,  said =Paul.
 We shall have to go up to the house
and look in a window. We can crawl,
walk, or run. 



 Ah!  =Noddy exclaimed.  What about a false ruby? 
Everyone stared as =Noddy opened a trunk of  
costumes and lifted out a tin crown set with glass stones.
He pulled a large red stone free and held it high.
 My friends,  he announced.  You see here a truly
magic stone. With it we shall make two wicked knights
disappear.  

It was sometime later when =Cobb =Fisher walked
down busy =Friar =Lane. He stopped before =Antonia's
shop and looked around. Across the way =Chapman
=Goodfellow sat in his cart, waiting. Not far away stood
=Hannah =Scarp, selling brooms. A little farther up,  
=Noddy's circus wagon lumbered down the lane. Curious
people were beginning to follow the wagon. =Cobb
smiled, faced the door of the shop, and knocked.
 =Dona =Antonia!  he shouted.  I have a message! 
The door swung open.  What message?  asked the
=Red =Knight.
 It is for =Dona =Antonia,  =Cobb repeated, stepping
toward th~ woman.  Your brother wants you to take
this for safekeeping. 
=Cobb held out a small leather purse.
The =Red =Knight grabbed it and looked inside.  Ho,
ho!  he shouted to the other knight.  It's the ruby! 
 It can't be!  said =Antonia.
 You would say that,  said the knight, tucking the
purse in his belt. Then he surprised both =Cobb and  
=Antonia. Go, boy,  he ordered.  Tell =Toucaro that his
sister leaves with us. If he wants her to remain safe, he
should not try to follow. 


Enemies of the Giraffe

Even on the plains of =Africa, giraffes
have only two enemies, lions and  
hunters. Lions kill giraffes for food. Hunters
kill them for their spotted hides, which
can be sold for high prices. It would
seem that the gentle animals would
have little chance against such
dangerous enemies. But  
giraffes, even though they are gentle, can also be
strong. They are built to survive.

Defenses of the Giraffe

Giraffes have three
major defenses against
their enemies. First,
they are tall. Their long
necks allow them a wide
view of things. The male
stands taller than the female. It is
she, however, who most often spots
trouble first. Her keen eyes are always
looking for any hidden danger in the
nearby grass or bushes. If she sees an
enemy trying to creep near, she gives a
sound of warning. The herd runs for
safer ground.



no Sign of any ghost, and no sign of Hawks.
He disappeared into the storm.
Well, said =Roxie as she patted her hair into place,
=Who-who-who-o-o-o-o?  sang a soft voice overhead.
All eyes looked up to the rafters.
Ghost! There you are!  scolded =Ellie.
The owl blinked down at the staring faces. He blinked
and did a smart little two-step on the high beam.
The surprised guests broke into merry laughter. Even
=Goodfellow forgot his anger.
But =Ellie did not laugh.  Ghost,  she commanded.
some down this minute. We promised you would be
no trouble. 
He is no trouble, lovey,  said =Roxie =Alltuck.  I'll take a
house full of dancing owls over one bad-tempered
hawk.  Then she called up to the white owl.  Welcome!
Welcome to =Alltuck =Inn! 


teach her a lot of tricks. Of course,  
=Arthur wasn't sure if giant chickens could
be trained. He decided to start with
something simple.
 Heel, =Henrietta, heel,  he said. Sure
enough, =Henrietta walked beside him,
clucking. Every now and then =Arthur
would run a few steps. =Henrietta would
scurry to catch up with him. She was
doing pretty well for a chicken that had
never been trained before.
Arthur was having fun. Every now
and then he would pat =Henrietta on the
back and scratch her neck feathers. She
liked that. She stretched her neck and
made a sort of cooing noise. =Henrietta
was the best pet =Arthur had ever had.
His parents did not agree. They had
decided that an apartment was no place
to keep a chicken, and certainly not one
that weighed =266 pounds.
So =Arthur had to take =Henrietta back
to =Professor =Mazzocchi. =Arthur felt  
terrible when he left her. He saw =Henrietta
looking out the window after him as he
walked away. He could tell that she was
very sad.
The more =Arthur thought about it that
day, the sadder he got. He missed his
chicken. =Henrietta might be just a plain
old =266-pound chicken to some people.
But to =Arthur =Bobowicz she was a
friend.
That night =Arthur dreamed about
=Henrietta. He dreamed that she was  
riding a horse in a circus. =Henrietta waved
to the crowd. The crowd was going
wild, cheering and screaming.
Arthur woke. He could still hear the
screaming. It sounded like his neighbor
downstairs, screaming,  =Help! Police! 
=Arthur poked his head out the  
window just in time to see a huge white
form scurry down the fire escape. It had
to be =Henrietta.
She had gotten loose and found the
apartment house where =Arthur lived.
But the screaming had frightened her
away. =Arthur had a feeling that bad
things were about to happen. When he
turned on the radio the next morning,
he knew he was right.
 Now, a strange news story from
=Hoboken,  said the voice on the radio.
 More than =fifty people have reported
seeing a giant chicken, or maybe a polar
bear. It stands about fifteen feet high
and weighs about one =thousand
pounds. The mayor of =Hoboken  
promises to act swiftly. 
 Could that be =Arthur's chicken? 
Mrs =Bobowicz asked.



They decided to cut around it. They
did, but found another stone in back of
the first. Then another. And another.
The tunnel was plugged with stone after
stone. Still, they kept on, cutting their
way around each one. The men worked several days. As
they cut around the last stone, they
found still another steep tunnel. This
one sloped upward. They crawled up
the tunnel until it became level. The  
ceiling was higher here, and the men could
stand up. They saw ahead of them a
large room. Rushing in, they found it as
empty as the pit.
Many of the men were ready to give
up. A few, like =Al =Mamun, wanted to go
on. He discovered another route,  
directly above the one they had just taken.
As he led the men up through a large
hall, they began to get excited. By the
light of the torches, they could see walls
of beautiful, polished stone. The ceiling
was eight and a half meters high. This
was no dark and dusty tunnel like the
others. It promised great riches.
Suddenly the men came to a  
twometer step. They were sure they had
reached their goal. They hurried over
the top of the tall step. Each man
wanted to be the first to see the treasure.
They found themselves in a huge
room of gleaming stone. They were at
the very heart of the =Great =Pyramid,
=Khufu's grave. It was empty.
The men's hopes of treasure were
dashed. In anger they chopped and
hammered at the walls and floor until
they fell to the ground, their anger
spent. The walls and floor still carry the
marks of that anger.
=Khufu's body and his treasure have
never been found. Maybe the =Great
=Pyramid had been robbed before =Al
=Mamun got there. Or maybe treasure
had never been buried there. It may
lie buried somewhere else beneath the
sands of =Egypt.



=Cobb ducked in and out among the animals on  
=Beastmarket =Hill. Goats and geese, horses and mules crowded
noisily around him. Farmers and townspeople bidding
for animals shouted over his head. No one seemed to
notice him. No one, that is, until he slipped and grabbed
hold of a tired old goat.
 Are you planning to buy that goat or steal it?  barked
a voice behind him.
=Cobb let go of the goat and fell in the mud.
 Neither,  he stammered to the old woman looking
down at him.  I slipped. &&000 AMRICAN BOOK CO. (1980)  4TH GRADE READER   AMR9804T.ASC
CLEARING PATHS
Source: Kutztown University (Pa.)
Xeroxing by LW; scan by DPH    March 6, 1993

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=Bugs =Meany divided his life in two. Bugs
spent half his time making mischief. The rest
of his time was spent trying to get even with
=Encyclopedia =Brown.
=Bugs resented having =Encyclopedia outsmart
him all the time. He longed to knock the boy
detective colder than the paint on an icehouse
floor, and twice as flat.
=Bugs didn't dare throw a punch, however. It
wasn't because =Encyclopedia's father was chief
of police. It was because of =Sally =Kimball.
=Bugs had never dreamed that a ten-year-old
girl could scare him. But then it happened.
=Sally caught him bullying a =Cub =Scout.  =Bugs
had laughed when =Sally told him to pick on
someone his own size. But he roared in surprise
when =Sally dropped him with her first punch.



In knee-deep water, =Kate made her way to the barn and opened the
door. After the animals splashed up the hill
to safer ground, she waded back to the house.
=Kate was about to hang the wet coat
behind the door when she heard a  
frightening sound. She dashed to the window and
saw a steam engine pulling slowly onto the
=Des =Moines =River =Bridge.
Flashes of lightning lit the countryside.
=Kate knew that this engine had been sent
ahead of the passenger train to check for
washouts. She remembered hearing her
father tell how storms such as this could 
destroy roadbeds and bridges.



Reading cartoons is different from reading a story.
When you read a story, you depend on words to
get the idea. When you read a cartoon, you must put
together words and pictures to get the point.
The words that go under a cartoon or in speech
balloons  are called captions. Some cartoons don't
need capffons. The pictures alone tell the whole
story. More often, though, you need to read the
caption and look at the picture to unlock the humor.
Look at the cartoon on this page. Now that you
have read the story  =Rococo =Skates  you know
what the word rococo means. So you can unlock
all the humor in this cartoon.

About what, tapped =Simms? And at that
moment a voice could be heard by both boy and
cricket. It was a parent's voice saying,  =Bedtime,
=Simms .  
 I'll have to go now,  tapped =Simms  
hurriedly.  But tell me tomorrow. Good night. 
 A very good night,  chirped =Cricket.

Generally speaking, crickets don't get
excited. But this cricket now sensed
an unusual feeling under his crisp coat
of chitin. It was excitement!

Of course, =Simms was excited, too. His
discovery that cold and snowy winter
was to make a big difference to both
him and the cricket. It was also to
have an effect on the =Mus family and
all the other creatures that lived under
the =Silvanus home. To find out how,
read =The =Cricket =Winter by =Alice
=Holman .



Well,  said =Hickey after a moment.  I've
something to bring a smile back to that pretty
face. Fresh =June peas for the general's dinner, 
first of the season! His favorite and mine, and
enough for us both! Some friends of the king will
be mighty hungry tonight! He handed her a
large sack, filled to the brim with pea pods.
=Phoebe smiled in spite of herself.  I'll be here to
fill my plate at dinnertime,  =Hickey promised.
All afternoon, as she went about her chores,
=Phoebe worried. How could she get the general's
chair away from that window? By dinnertime she
was almost sick with fear. She was in the kitchen
with =Pompey, the cook's young son, getting
ready to serve the plates when a voice behind
her made her jump. It was =Hickey.
I've come for my peas,  he said softly.
Oh! Mr =Hickey, sir,  she said.  You gave
me such a start! I was,   She stopped and
looked at him, even more startled. He looked ill?
frightened? She couldn't tell which.
Which is my plate, and which is =General
=Washington's?  he said.  It wouldn't do for him
to have more than me.  He spoke quickly,  
without smiling this time.



=Ellen closed the front door behind her. She had
just left one world, home, and was about to enter
another, school. It was not always easy for her to
balance these two worlds. For example, in her home
world, =Ellen spoke mostly =Chinese. And in her
school world, she always spoke =English. Sometimes
she'd forget and speak =Chinese at school. Then
friends would tease her good-naturedly about it. 

=Ellen's mother told her many times that, being
=Chinese-American, she had the best of both worlds.
Many of her friends were not able to speak a second
language. =Ellen should be proud that she could. 

=Ellen was proud. But now she wished that she had
more confidence in herself. Today after school was
the countywide spelling bee.  =Ellen was one of the
finalists. The winner of the county finals would
on to the statewide finals at the capital.



=Laura couldn't help blinking. While she
blinked just once, the sky turned blue, the  
golden cloud vanished. The everyday sun
shone over the prairie grasses where thousands
of birds were flying and twittering.
In the evenings when the cattle came home,
=Laura and =Mary always ran fast to get up on
the big rock before all those heads and horns
and trampling legs reached them.
=Pa was working for Mr =Nelson now, and
=Pete and =Bright, the oxen, had no work to do.
They went with =Spot and the other cattle to eat
grass. =Laura was never afraid of gentle, white
=Spot, but =Pete and =Bright were so big that they
would scare anybody.
One evening all the cattle were angry. They
came bellowing and pawing, and when they
reached the big rock they did not go by. They
ran around it, bawling and fighting. Their
eyes rolled, their horns tossed and slashed at
each other. Their hoofs raised a smudge of dust
and their clashing horns were frightful.
 =Mary was so scared that she could not move.
=Laura was so scared that she jumped right off
the rock. She knew she had to drive =Spot and;
=Pete and =Bright into the stable. 


=Writing done in colorless
ink must be exposed to heat
before the writing can be seen.
An unshaded lamp bulb that
has been lit for a while will do
the trick. As you move the
paper back and forth over the
heat, the message will appear.

Modern =Uses of =Codes/

Today, new international
codes are being developed for
our busy world. We need
codes for record keeping.
Being brief saves both time
and money. Factories, schools,
and businesses of all kinds use
codes. We use a code when
we dial a telephone.
Secret codes are often
needed in government work.
Some companies use codes to
keep their work private.

Looking for =Codes.

Reading codes and ciphers
can be a lot of fun. You may
be surprised to find how
important codes are to our
lives today.
The next time you receive a
greeting card, look on the
back for a code of numbers
and letters. Do you know
what the code means?
Watch for code numbers in
the printed ads you see. Most
of the bills your parents
receive have codes in them.
Sometimes things you buy at a
grocery store have codes on
them, too.
It shouldn't take you long to
collect a list of codes. You
may even try breaking some
of them!



 They must be crazy,  =Carlos had said.  Why
spend all that money fixing up a house on this
crummy block? 
The thing the block kids had wondered about
most was the large brick box-like things a worker
had built in the areaway.
 Maybe they're to keep goldfish in,  =Clarence
had said.
 I think they're some fancy new kind of garbage
cans,  said =Carlos.
Now, however, the mystery was solved. The
man from the flower truck filled the brick boxes
with dirt. Then he started planting. First, long
strands of ivy. And finally the flowers, red, white,
pink.
 What kind of flowers are they?  asked =Little
=Luis.
 Petunias,  said the man in overalls.
 =F'etoonias?  =Carlos laughed.  What kind of nutty
name is that? Petunia. 
The other kids, who had come to watch, laughed
loudly.
 I think they're pretty!  =Little =Luis said. But he
was only five years old and no one ever took any
notice of what he said. He was allowed to tag
along only because he was =Carlos's brother.



He climbed the rope that hung on the
wall and disappeared through a hole in the
ceiling. When he came back he had a strip
of blue-and-white cardboard in his teeth.
There!  he said triumphantly.  How is
that? 
=Charlotte read the words:  =With =New
=Radiant =Action. 
What does it mean?  asked =Charlotte,
who had never used any soap flakes in her
life.
How should I know?  said =Templeton.
You asked for words and I brought them.
I suppose the next thing you'll want me to
fetch is a dictionary. 
Together they studied the soap ad.   With
new radiant action,   repeated =Charlotte,
slowly.  =Wilbur!  she called.
=Wilbur, who was asleep in the straw,
jumped up.
 Run around!  commanded =Charlotte.
 I want to see you in action, to see if you
are radiant. 
=Wilbur raced to the end of his yard.
 Now back again, faster!  said =Charlotte.
&&000  GINN & CO.  (1982)  4TH GRADE READER     GIN9824T.ASC
BAREFOOT OSLAND (SP?) level 11
Source: Kutztown University (Pa.)
Xerox by LW, scan by DPH  March 6, 1993, Edited by JWM

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He kept the frogs in an old dishpan in
the backyard. They were mostly little green speckled
things, but =Tommy hoped one day to catch the  "big old
bullfrog"  that lived below =Dead =End =Bluff. He made
lots of trips to the bottom of the bluff in the daytime,
but never saw the bullfrog.  "Quig's right. I'll have to
go at night, I guess,"  said =Tommy.  "That's when we
always hear him. I guess I'll go tonight." 
 "Oh, no, you won't go down to =Dead =End tonight
or any other night,"  exclaimed his mother!
 "Imagine going down there in the dark,"  said
=Quig's friend =Peggy!
 =Quig smiled to himself and thought that it would
be just as easy for him to go down the bluff at night as
it would in the daytime.
 The night after the picnic, =Quig's parents went with
the =Munsons and the =Bradfords to have dinner in
=Green =Valley. =Quig and =Peggy had been elected to sit
with the three younger children and the dogs. =Quig and
=Peggy were listening to records on the front porch while
=Tommy, =Pete, and =Marcy were playing in the backyard.
 "I don't hear the kids,"  =Quig said abruptly.  "We'd
better look for them." 




asked.
 =Christopher only shrugged in reply, but he took the
puppy anyway.
 "After vacation time we get a lot of cats and dogs
that people abandon when they go back to the city," 
the doctor said.  "If they weren't brought here, most of
these animals would get sick or starve." 
 =Christopher held the puppy to his face. It felt silky
and warm. He could hear how fast its heart was  
beating.
 "How about it, =Christopher. Would you like to
keep him,"  his father asked?
 A big dog lying with its leg in a cast raised its head
and thumped its tail. From another cage, a sheep dog
with patches of hair shaved off was watching. It seemed
as if the whole room were waiting for him to answer.
=Christopher shook his head.  "I don't really want
to,"  he said slowly.  "I'm sorry." 
 When =Christopher got into the car he wasn't so
sure that he had made the right decision. The trip
home seemed to take forever. Neither he nor his father
said anything. =Christopher knew he ought to explain
why he didn't want the puppy except he didn't exactly
know himself. He only knew how he felt. But he did
feel guilty about the puppy in the cage.
 "=Dad, if we don't take the puppy, do you think
someone else will?" 
 "They might."
 




 =October. It was one of those perfect =October days,
crisp and cool as a carrot. The sky was a cloudless,
turquoise blue.
 It wouldn't be long now before the days of color
and light gave way to cold =November rain. But not yet.
These were the last days of brightness, and =Seth meant
to use them well. He had gotten up before the sun, had
a light breakfast, and packed his gear. He had gone
down to the barn, where his parents were already doing
the morning milking, and said good-by. Then he
headed out. He was anxious to get going. This would
probably be his last chance for a good hike in good
weather. Besides, this trip was a test for =Seth. Not long
ago he and =Daniel had had an argument about staying
the night alone in the woods. =Daniel had dared him to
do it. Now =Seth was going to try.




vets take care of pets such as dogs and cats. Some vets
work in zoos. Some work on farms. A few work in
animal parks or national forests.

Pet Care
 Pets are common in families that live in the city.
Veterinarians who take care of pets usually work in
animal hospitals. In one day the animal hospital vet
might help a rabbit with an ear infection, a cat with a
wounded paw, and a dog with a broken leg. Pet vets
also try to prevent animal sickness. One way to do that
is to give vaccinations.
 City vets help pet owners know how to care for
their animals. Some questions that people ask vets are:
How should I get rid of my pet's fleas and worms? How
much should my pet weigh? What is the best food for
my pet?



village of =Paricutin had been buried. =Dionisio had seen
the birth of a volcano!
 No one is sure what makes rocks deep in the earth
hot enough to explode and cause volcanoes. Most  
volcanoes in the world are near each other. If you look at
a map of all the volcanoes in the world, you will see a
ring of them around the =Pacific =Ocean. That ring is
called the =Pacific =Ring of =Fire.
 The country of =Japan is part of the ring. There are
=33 active volcanoes in =Japan. =Japan has what many  
people say is the most beautiful volcano of all.  
Snowcapped =Mount =Fuji rises more than =12'000 feet above
the sea. It is shaped like a perfect cone and can be seen
for miles around. =Fuji is =Japan's best known landmark.
 =Fuji is an extinct volcano. It last erupted nearly
three =hundred years ago. When it did, people in =Tokyo,
=seventy-five miles away, awoke to find the city covered
with six inches of volcanic ash. The sky above was dark
for many days.
 Today =Mount =Fuji is a famous resort. Every  
summer people climb its trails to the top. For a time, the




=Marcella =Davis lay on the sofa watching the rain.
She had to stay home and take care of her sister
while her mother was out, and she was bored. She'd
just finished reading her last library book, her sister
=Cassy was sleeping upstairs, and there was nothing
on television that she felt like watching.  (thunder) 
She was on her way into the kitchen to fix a snack
when the phone rang.  (telephone rings) 
=Hello?
 (frightened)  =Mama's sick!
What? Who is this?
=Mama's sick!
What's wrong with her? Where is she?
She's on the floor.
Where are you? Who is this?  (pause)  Are you still
there? Please, don't hang up. What's your name?
 (shouts)  =Bobby!
There was a bang, and =Marcella knew =Bobby had
dropped the phone.
=Bobby, come back!
But =Marcella knew it was too late. She didn't know
what to do. She could run across the street and get
Mrs =Robbins, but in the meantime =Bobby might
come back and hang up the phone. A flash of  
lightning filled the window.  (loud thunder) 
=Mama's sick.
You're back!  (trying to sound cheerful)  =Hi, =Bobby, my
name is =Marcella.


=Missouri. They were telling each other stories.
 Suddenly =Doc =Taylor sat straight up like a bolt of
lightning.
 What's that coming down the street? 
Whatever it was, it came scooting along in a cloud
of dust, scattering chickens and trailing dogs at full yap.
Out of the dust came a sail. A boat! A boat coming
down the main street of =Westport, =Missouri!
 The people ran out. The thing slowed to a stop.
The dust died down. And there stood the strangest
contraption =Westport had laid eyes on yet.
 It was a wagon with a sail. Not a covered wagon,
but a wagon bed with a post up front for a mast and a
sail rigged on it. No horses, no oxen to pull. No sir.
That wagon had sailed down the street on the wind.
 And in the wagon, his hand on a rudder-thing at the
back, was a man. He was a short, wide man, bald on
top, with a thick brown beard.
 =Ben =Purdy, the wagonmaker, yelled,  "=Sailor, what
do you have there?" 
 A voice rumbled up out of the brown beard.
"What I have here, gentlemen, is, a windwagon." 
 The people roared. Why, this was the best fun
they'd had in days.
 The wagon fellow laughed along with them. But
then he said,  "You boys saw it move." 
 He jumped down and trotted alongside the men,
around the wagon, telling them all about it.




 The story of  =The =Steadfast =Tin =Soldier  was  
written by one of the best-known writers who ever lived.
His name is =Hans =Christian =Andersen, and he wrote
nearly two =hundred tales for children. He died more
than a =hundred years ago. Yet people everywhere still
enjoy his tales.
 The =Hans =Christian =Andersen =Medal is named after
this writer. The =Medal is an important award given to
authors and illustrators of fine children's books.  
Thousands of new books for young readers are published
every year. Few are good enough to win awards.
 The =Hans =Christian =Andersen =Awards have been
given every two years since =1956. One award goes to a
writer and one to an illustrator. The awards are not
given for a particular book. The judges choose the  
author and the illustrator who have published many  
excellent books.
 Past winners are from many lands. They include
=Denmark  (=Andersen's home) , =England, =France, =Sweden,
and the =United =States.
 How are the winners chosen? First, publishers send
the names of their best writers and artists to a jury.




 Once upon a time there was a good man called
=Simon =Smug. His wife was called =Sarah, and they kept
a shop.
 Every morning at eight o'clock precisely, =Simon  
unbolted the shop-door and took down the shutters.
Then he stood behind the counter and weighed out
sugar and currants and wrapped up parcels and made
out bills. To his customers he said,  "What next can I
get for you, ma'am?"  and  "Dreadful weather for the
time of year!"  =And every evening as the clock struck
seven, =Simon put up the shutters again and fastened the
door.  "Now I'm going to enjoy myself,"  he would say,
rubbing his hands with satisfaction!
 Sometimes he enjoyed himself by sitting with his
feet in the fender reading the paper to =Sarah.  
Sometimes he enjoyed himself puttering about the backyard
and painting the water-butt or sowing =Virginian =Stock
seed in the rockery. And sometimes he enjoyed himself
by just falling asleep in his chair.
 Then one day he decided to become a poet.
 "You'd be surprised at the thoughts that come into
my head, =Sarah,"  said he.  "I'm going to put them into




 =Rosa pushed her hair behind her ears and squinted
her dark brown eyes. She wanted to examine the picture
she had painted for her father. It wasn't as good as
she would have liked, but it would have to do, she
thought. After all, she was only six years old. The  
picture was her very best work. She climbed down off her
chair and ran into the next room where her mother sat
writing a letter.
 "=Mama, please." 
 Mrs =Bonheur put down the pen and turned to her
lively little daughter.
 "I have a picture for =Papa,"  =Rosa said.  "Will you
send it to him with your letter?" 
 "So you are a little artist now,"  her mother said
with a smile.  "You are just like your =Papa."  She
smoothed =Rosa's silky brown hair.
 Both mother and daughter felt a little sad when
they thought about Mr =Bonheur. He was far away in
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At =7'20, if you were watching =Maxie's back
window, you could see her raise the shade to
the very top.
Then she uncovered a birdcage. On the
perch inside the cage was a yellow canary. It
was waiting for its water dish to be filled. At
=7'Z2, if you were still watching, you could see
that =Maxie had filled the water dish.
At =8'15 every morning, =Maxie's door
opened with a tired squeak. Her old leather
slippers make slapping sounds as she walked
down the four flights of uncarpeted stairs to
the front door.
Outside the front door were several bottles
of milk. =Maxie always tried to hold the door
open with her left foot while she reached out to


A great many people are worried about all
the pollution that we are putting into the air, the
water, and the earth. They worry about the fish
we poison, the birds and animals that are killed,
and the land that is spoiled. Most of all, of course,
they worry about people. The beautiful things in
nature are in danger, and the people in the
world are also in danger.
If we do not all work on this problem, the
world will soon be less safe, less beautiful, and
less of a home for all people.
All this may sound sad and scary, but we
must not hide our heads in the sand like  
ostriches. We must study, plan, and then act. And
a great many people are acting today, all over
the world.
These people had a hard time of it at first,
because others would not listen to them. Nobody
wanted to hear about the dangers. Everybody
wanted to enjoy life, with more cars, more  
gadgets, more airplanes, more waste, more poisons.



=Maria's ballet career was a success, but her
marriage to Mr =Balanchine had become very
unhappy. She wanted to have children. Mr  
=Balanchine could not agree. He thought she
should give her whole life to dancing. After
several years their marriage ended. But finally
=Maria's wishes for a family came true. When
she was =thirty-one, she married =Henry =D.
=Paschen, =Jr. He was an engineer who worked
in =Chicago. Three years later she became the
mother of a little girl. She named her =Elise
=Maria.
In her years with the =New =York =City =Ballet,
=Maria often went on tour with the company.
=Maria traveled with other companies, too, as
a guest ballerina. She danced all over the
=United =States and in the big cities of =Europe.
Working with other groups, =Maria  
performed some of the parts that have made  
ballerinas famous throughout history. She danced
in ballets that the =New =York =City company
never presented. She also met new partners.
They were excellent dancers and knew how
to make a ballerina look her best.
Soon =Maria began to see that the =New =York
=City =Ballet was not the right place for her  
anymore. A ballerina needs important starring



=Two =Panchos. Two fierce tennis players
and fiercer competitors. =Pancho =Segura was
small and dark with black hair that stood
straight up like the bristles of a shoe brush.
=Pancho =Golzales was over six feet tall, slender
and as graceful as a panther. His eyes were
almost closed, and his brows pulled down in
a scowl. =Pancho =Segura smiled more often and
seemed to enjoy the game more. But winning
was just as important to him as to the other
=Pancho.
Concentration, concentration,  
concentration. That is the word you hear most often from
athletes in all sports. Concentration means  
trying your very hardest all the time. In baseball
it means having your eye on the ball as if it
were glued to it. In football it means making
the second effort that gains another yard
through the line. In tennis it is running the
extra, impossible step to get the ball when it
seems out of reach.
The best tennis players will tell you that
there are =hundred of other players who have
all the  equipment  and never reach the top.
They have strength, speed, quickness of hand
and eye, and the ability to hit the ball well
from any position. Yet they never star because
they lack that extra concentration that makes
=JOHNNY: It was the government that said
=Kitty =Hawk had the best winds for flying. If
you want to go out, my =Pop's launch is  
anchored,      
=NEWSPAPERMAN: No, thank you. I've got better things to do.
MRS. PEGGLE: =And you should be doing  
something better, =Johnny.

=JOHNNY  exasperated : But even the crew
from the =Kill =Devil =Hill =Lifesaving =Station are
helping =Wil and =Orv.

MRS. PEGGLE: Naturally, they have nothing
better to do. Where are you going, =Johnny?
That mail's not here yet.

JOHNNY  with injured dignity : I'm going
back to =Kitty =Hawk. =Wil and =Orv promised I
could stay all night and help for tomorrow.
You'll be sorry, Mr =Newspaperman, because
this is going to be a humdinger of a story.
You'll see!

NARRATOR: =Johnny banged the door as he left
because Mr =Moore was laughing at him. He
went up to =Kitty =Hawk and told the =Wright
brothers what had happened. He is talking to
them now.


as it goes down its valley to the water, great
pieces of ice break off. 
 Icebergs,  said =Freddie.
 Yes, icebergs. They break off and float
away, and in the ocean they can be dangerous
to ships because only one tenth of them is out
of the water. 
 =Boom,  said =Freddie.  If you hit them,
boom, good-by ship! 
Right. Now, =Judy, what makes the glacier
flow? 
=Judy wrinkled her forehead in a frown.
 Something pushes it? 
No.  



the hill, waiting. When the sun came up, they
all shouted their joy. The bagpipes played, and
the parade started for the sea.
=Mary was being pushed on all sides. She
looked at =Cloves' brown eyes. They were wide
open and full of fear.  I should have left her
home,  =Mary thought. After all, she had worn
a rope for only two weeks. Before that, she had
run free on the wild island of =Unst.
 =Cra-a-ack!  =Firecrackers shot through the
air, and =Cloves turned quickly in great fear.
She pulled the rope from =Mary's hand and ran
down the street as fast as she could.
=Mary cried,  =Eric, stop her!  =But =Cloves
was wild with fear and she ran faster. The men
playing bagpipes never heard =Cloves coming.
She ran right into them, knocking one man
down. Then she landed on a bagpipe. No one
in =Lerwick had ever heard such an awful noise!
The parade was over, and so was =Mary's
happy day. She had to pay for the bagpipes
from her own money. =Cloves was safe in the
shed, but she would not be =Mary's pony. She
would go away with the other ponies in the
morning, and =Mary's heart was broken.
=Eric patted her hand to make her feel  
better before he said,  =Good night.  =When =Mary


room. He sat cross-legged on the floor to eat.
 It is good for you children to learn the new
ways,  he said,  but these old bones know
only one way of doing things.  =After that, he
had his meals at the coffee table.
As the days passed, =Grandfather found a
special spot, the rocking chair by the window
that overlooked the bay. Here he entranced the
family with stories of his life in =Japan.
 Tell us again about fishing with  
cormorant birds,  =Danny would beg. Grandfather
would smile his pleased smile and tell the
story once more. Or perhaps it would be about
the young women, dressed in white to scare
away sharks as they dived into the cold, green
ocean to search for pearls. Or about his narrow
escape while fishing, when a sudden storm
came up.
One night, though, =Grandfather was silent
and pensive as he looked out over the bay.
 Do you miss your home?  asked =Danny.
 Ah, well, perhaps a little. But I am
happy to be with my family.  Then he sighed.
 One thing I do miss, the octopus. It is such
a tasty dish. 
 Octopus? =Ugh!  =Danny said. He frowned
in puzzlement.  How do you catch them? With


to any traveler who passed their way. For every
stranger, =Olivia would squeeze a tiny  
tearblossom from her eyes. And that is how her
fame spread throughout the land.
But soon a tiny tear blossom was not
enough. Young men wanted flowers to give to
the girls they courted. Young women wanted
garlands to twine in their hair.
To all these requests, =Olivia said yes. And
so she had to spend her days thinking sad
thoughts and listening to sad tales. She cried
flowers to make other people happy, even
though it made her sad.
Then one day, she was out in her garden
looking at the far mountains. She was trying to

The day of the feast came. Everyone who
had been asked to come wore rich clothes and
gold and jewels. Colorful people sat on  
colorful blankets in front of colorful dishes. They
were a sight to see! Servants in colorful clothes
were waiting to bring out the one food.
They sat and they sat. They were waiting
for the great guest, =Tepozteco. They waited
and waited.
After a long time, they heard the  
=teponaztli. This holy drum was used only to tell
when =Tepozteco was coming.
Soon everyone could see him coming with
his friends. But what was this? He was not
dressed for the feast! He and his friends had
come in their hunting clothes!
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=Laura was ready first. She told =Jack,  We've got to
bring in wood, =Jack.  He seemed to understand. He went
out with her and stayed close at her heels. The wind was
colder than icicles. =Laura ran to the woodpile, piled up a
big armful of wood, and ran back, with =Jack behind her.
She could not open the door while she held the wood.
=Mary opened it for her.
Then they did not know what to do. The cloud was
coming swiftly, and they must both bring in wood before
the storm got there. They could not open the door when
their arms were full of wood. They could not leave the
door open and let the cold come in.
 I can open the door,  said =Carrie.
 You can't,  =Mary said.
 I can, too!  said =Carrie, and she reached up both
hands and turned the door knob. She could do it! =Carrie
was big enough to open the door.
=Laura and =Mary hurried fast, bringing in wood. =Carrie
opened the door when they came to it, and shut it behind


The Children's Museum of Indianapolis

This museum has the world's
largest children's museum  
building. There are many different
kinds of exhibits. You can see
the mummy of =Princess  
=Wenuhotep  =wenuho'tep , of =Egypt. You
can visit a cabin that was built to
look like a real cabin lived in
around =1829. You can view a
huge, wood-burning locomotive
built in =1868. It once powered
freight and passenger cars
throughout southern Indiana.
You may even see   how to 
shows. These shows may have
spinning, weaving,  
candle-dipping, and soap-making.
Two popular exhibits at this
museum are quite different from
each other. One is a working
carousel from around =1900. The
other is a simulated Indiana  
limestone cave.
The carousel has colorful,
hand-carved wooden animals.
This merry-go-round was made
and operated in Indianapolis.
You can ride the same horse, or
giraffe, or lion that some child
rode at the turn of the century!
The cave exhibit is for  
exploring. There are about =thirty-six
meters of cold, damp  
passageways, with underground streams.
Huge icicle-shaped  limestone 
stalactites  =stalaktits  hang
from the roof of the cave.  
Stalagmites  =stalagmits , which look
like upside-down stalactites,
point up from the floor of the cave.
Caves or cavelike places
seem to be favorites in many
parts of the country. In a  
museum in =Connecticut, there was a
dark, cavelike place with six
small windows. There you could
pretend to be inside a
bathysphere  =bath'asfir  that
was rising from the very bottom
of the ocean.  A bathysphere is a
round, steel structure with  
windows. It is used in deep water for
studying the sea.  You could see
ocean life all around you in
paintings. Different kinds of
lights made the paintings almost
come to life. Unfortunately this
exhibit is no longer being shown.


 She must have been afraid when she came to our
camp. 
The old man nods.  But =Coyote does what it must. It
does what its bones say to do. 
Late in the afternoon, they bring the sheep back to the
creek for water and then up the bank to their pen.
Antonio runs ahead and takes the pup to =Blanca.
=Blanca sniffs the pup and bristles and walks around him,
looking at him carefully. She smells the touch of coyote
on her pup and it puzzles her. Like =Antonio, =Blanca has
been at war with coyotes for a long time. Yet, finally, she
decides to take the pup back and she pushes it toward his
brothers.
The pups no longer stay under the manzanita
branches. Now they are old enough, strong enough, to
come out into the world, to explore, to taste, to blink in
the sunlight, to jump at =Antonio.
=Antonio watches the pup he has just carried home
from the coyote's den. It is a dog again, not a coyote. Yet
he wonders.    When it grows up will it remember  
anything of those days? Will the sound of a coyote cry mean
anything to him? Will he remember a den hidden among
the rocks?
The old man and the boy listen carefully at night.
Who knows whether the coyote will come back? Perhaps
she is waiting in the shadows. Perhaps she will try to take
the pup again.   
But that night passes. And another. And another.
And they put it out of their minds.



Why I Became a Writer

To some people, writing and writers are a mystery.
That was never true for me. I come from a family of
writers. My mother wrote short stories and crossword
puzzles. My father wrote for a newspaper. He was
president of the =Overseas =Press =Club.
Writing was as much a part of my life as breathing.
Is it any wonder that I always wanted to be a writer? It
was a plan that lasted through dreams of dancing,
horseback riding, and becoming a lawyer. To write for
a newspaper, I thought, would be the best thing of all.
I saw writing as an activity with many rewards:
good friends, a good living, and a way of getting the
world to listen to my ideas. But I didn't know until
later that w, riting is also hard work.

How I Began Writing

I wrote and wrote. In grade school, I wrote my first
play with music. All the actors played vegetables. I was
the chief carrot. The final big number was a salad!
My brother is about four years younger than I.
When we were young, we put out two issues of the
=Yolen =Gazette. I wrote it and drew the pictures for it.
He gave me the news. That meant he reported back all
interesting things going on in our apartment building.
We sold copies at ten cents a paper. When we had
made almost a dollar each, we quit. Or rather, my
mother, who typed it and made the copies, quit.
In high school, I wrote for the school newspaper. In
college, I wrote both newspaper stories and poems.


A lyric poem tells you how the poet feels.
Through description, a poet can share a feeling
with you. As you read these Iyric poems, notice
the feelings that each poet expresses.

Butterfly Wings

How would it be
on a day in =June 
to open your eyes
in a dark cocoon,

And soften one end
and crawl outside,
and find you had wings
to open wide,

And find you could fly
to a bush or tree
or float on the air
like a boat at sea 

How would it be?


Try This

Read the following sentences. What does each pronoun
stand for?

The baby shark had been born at the lab. It was quite tame.
It could be petted and fed by hand.
Dr =Clark had proved that sharks could be trained to do
simple tasks. Now she wanted to test their eyesight.

Pronouns That Stand for Ideas

Pronouns often stand for names of people or things. In  
addition, some pronouns, such as this, that, or it, may stand for
a word or group of words that expresses an idea. You may
have to think a bit before you can say what these pronouns
stand for.
Read the following sentences.

We don't all have the same sense of taste. That is probably
why some people you know just can't stand lemon. You may
think it is the most delicious of all flavors.

It in the third sentence clearly refers to lemon. The
pronoun that in the second sentence stands for the whole
idea of the first sentence   We don't all have the same sense
of taste  . That relates the idea in the first sentence to the  
second sentence.
In the example on the next page, can you tell what the  
pronoun in boldface refers to?


 Who are you?  thundered the =Admiral.
 I'm a fisherman. In fact, I'm the best fisherman
around. I gave up a whole pail of eels for the glory of the
=Tiny =Kingdom. So the =Princess has given me the honor of
taking you to shore to plan the terms of peace. 
 Never!  said the =Admiral.  I will go down with my
ship. 
 Your ship isn't going to go down,  said the  
fisherman.  It will stay stuck up there on the tree poles until
the ebb and flow of the tides break it to pieces. 
The =Admiral sighed, climbed down, and settled sadly
into the =Royal =Swanboat. The tall fisherman rowed him
to shore.
After the =Admiral had changed into dry socks, he was
called to the =Council =Chamber to face =Princess =Mat =Mat
and her =Three =Advisers.
The =Princess led the =Admiral to the window  
overlooking the harbor.
 It's a charming sight, isn't it?  she said.


Marc goes to high school,
which is on another island. He
takes the ferry to get there. He's
gone from about =7'30 =AM to

=5'00 =PM.
Some of our holidays, such as
=Thanksgiving, are at different
times than they are in the =States.
Our major holiday is =Dominion
=Day. It falls on =July =1. Every
=August, the small town of  
=Sointularswantoo'la  on our island
has a =Salmon =Festival. That's
the biggest event of the year for
everyone.
To go to a movie, we have to
take a boat to another island, so
we don't go very often. There are
no circuses here. We don't have
=TV. But we see and do lots of
things that you can't see and do in
a city.
The ocean is right in front of
our house. We sometimes see
whales swimming by. Steamships
that are going to =Prince =Rupert
and =Alaska pass right in front of
our house, too.
=Karen and I like to go  
exploring when we get the chance. We
look for starfish. They are often
very large and come in different
colors, such as red, purple, and
orange. We also like to watch the
tiny fish swimming in little pools.
We try to chase the crabs as they
hurry across the sand, too.
Another thing =Karen, =Marc,
and I like to do is to go to =Mitchell
=Bay to visit friends. =Mitchell =Bay
is ten miles from our house. We
have to ride over an old, bumpy
road to get there. There are no
phones or electricity on that side
of the island. Not too many people
live there. Those who do, cook on
wood stoves and use kerosene
lamps for light.
One bad thing about living
here is that we get a lot of rain.
We have to wear big rubber boots
because it's often muddy. When
the sun does shine, it makes us
feel good.
When we lived in the city we
had a dog named =Penny. =Penny
still lives with us. We have other
animals, too, twenty chickens,
seventeen rabbits, five cats, and
two goats. The chickens give us
eggs. The rabbits, except for
=Karen's pet, =Parsley, are used



=Letters are also a code. They stand for sounds. When you
read aloud, you are using the code. When you read silently,
you may  think  of the sounds that the letters stand for. Some
people say that you are decoding when you figure out how to
say words in print. Sometimes when you figure out how to
say a printed word, you realize that you know what the word
means. You have heard that word before.
In =English, letters can stand for sounds in different ways.
Let's review some of those ways.

Consonants

Most consonant letters stand for only one sound. However,
letters such as g, c, and s can stand for more than one
sound. Say each pair of words below. Listen for the  
different sounds that the letters in boldface stand for.
goat gentle       carry cent       bus was

Two different consonant letters can stand for the same
sound. Say the words below. Listen for the same sound in
each pair of words.
jam gym        key cage        zoo has

Two consonant letters next to each other in a word can
stand for two sounds. These sounds are blended together,
but you can hear each one. Say each of the words below.
Listen for the sounds that the letters in boldface stand for.

fly     bright spend crawl study promise
jump found post paint mark sink


gas escape through a valve on the
gas balloon.
The wind sometimes blows in
different directions at different
heights. So the pilot may take the
balloon higher or lower to find a
wind that is blowing in the  
direction he or she wants to go. At
times when there is no wind, the
balloon is like a becalmed sailing
ship and hardly moves at all.
There are now =thousands of
hot-air balloons in the =United
=States, and the number is  
growing fast. Most of these are used for
sport. They're used for the pure
fun of lazily drifting with the
wind high above the ground.
Quite a number are also used for
advertising purposes. They carry
a company's name or  logo  on
the side of the envelope for all to
see. Some fly above shopping
centers or new markets to draw
attention to a grand opening or a
sale. These are fastened to the
=Earth by a long tether line so they
won't go flying off.
These balloons are wonderful
to look at. Many are as high as an
eight-story building and draw a
great deal of attention. This is
just what the advertisers want
them to do.
Two recent improvements
made hot-air ballooning more
practical. First was the use of
lightweight but strong, nylon  
material for the envelope. Because
nylon is light, the balloon can be
made to rise without great
amounts of hot air. Because nylon
is tough, the balloon may be
flown time after time. Nylon will
tear if it hits something sharp.
But it can be patched.
The second improvement that
made hot-air ballooning more
practical was the development of
special gas burners. These  
burners made it possible to feed a
great deal of heat per hour into a
balloon. This fuel is generally
safe. It is held in tanks that share
the balloon's basket with pilot
and passengers.
In flight, the pilot turns the
burners on for a blast of heat,
then drifts for many minutes on
the heat supplied. All is quiet and
peaceful because he ,or she  
is drifting with the wind. When the
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 Oh, next I suppose you'll say that I should take
ballet lessons,  I said, laughing real hard.  What a
joke! 
Well,  she said, looking at =Mom and me,  our
whole dancing school is going to do =The =Nutcracker for
=Christmas this year. The only trouble is there aren't
enough boys, and I told Mrs =Goodwin that when  
baseball season ends, =Mike would like to stay in shape and
that he would come and . 
You what?  This time I really did choke.  Me,  
dancing? No way! 
=Mom glared at me. She turned to =Kathie.  You know,
dear, you mustn't promise something like that unless
you ask =Mike about it first. 
Then she turned to me, and I could tell by the
look in her eye that I was doomed.  However, =Mike,
it might be a good idea. You love music, and you
complain that you don't get enough exercise during the
winter. 
 It's not winter now,  I sputtered.
 No, but they really do need some tan boys  
practicing now to be ready to dance =The =Nutcracker at  
=Christmas. I was talking to Mrs =Goodwin the other day.
Why don't you give it a try? If you still don't like it
after a month or so, then you can drop it,  =Mom said.
I could tell by her tone of voice there was no use trying
to talk her out of it.

So now, there I was. The next day was my first, 
=ugh, ballet lesson. If =Jeff or =Tim or any of the other
guys had found out about it, I think I would have just
died.
 Hey, =Mom, can you call =Jeff and tell him I'm sick
or something? I was supposed to go over to his house
tomorrow after practice, but now I've got that dumb
dancing lesson. 
That won't be necessary, dear,  =Mom had said,  
giving me her =you-know-we-don't-do-that-kind-of-thing
look. =Jeff just called to say his uncle will be visiting
him tomorrow, so it wouldn't work out anyway. 
The next day =Jeff was sure quiet at practice. He didn't
even talk about his uncle coming, so l figured maybe
he didn't like him or something. The practice =Coach
=Goodwin said to me,  Can I give you a lift to the
dancing school? 
=Sh-h-h!  I hissed, looking around quickly to make
sure no one had heard him.  You mean you're going
over there? 



Just then =Mama walked in with two glasses of milk
and some biscuits. Mama looked at the scraps of  
material that were scattered all over.  Grandma,  she
said,  I just cleaned this room, and now it's a mess. 
 It's not a mess, =Mama,  =Tanya said through a
mouthful of biscuit.  It's a quilt. 
A quilt! You don't need these scraps. I can get
you a quilt,  =Mama said.
=Grandma looked at her daughter and then turned
to her grandchild.  Yes, your mama can get you a
quilt from any department store. But it won't be like
my patchwork quilt, and it won't last as long either. 
=Grandma's eyes grew dark and distant. She turned
away from =Tanya and gazed out the window,  
absentmindedly rubbing the pieces of material through her
fingers .
=Grandma, I'll help you make your quilt,  =Tanya
said .
 Thank you, honey. 
Let's start right now. We'll be finished in no time
=Grandma held =Tanva close and patted her head.
 It's going to take quite a while to make this quilt, not
a couple of days or a week, not even a month. A
good quilt, a masterpiece .  =Grandma's eyes shone
at the thought.  Why, I need more material. More
gold and blue, some red and green. And I'll need the
time to do it right. It'll take me a year at least. 
A year!  shouted =Tanya.  That's too long. I can't
wait that long, =Grandma. 
=Grandma laughed.  A year isn't that long, honey.
Making this quilt is going to be a joy. Now run along
and let =Grandma rest.  =Grandma turned her head  
toward the sunlight and closed her eyes.
 I'm going to make a masterpiece,  she murmured,
clutching a scrap of cloth in her hand, just before she
fell asleep.

One =August afternoon, =Mama told =Jim that his  
favorite blue corduroy pants were worn out.  We'll
have to get you a new pair and use these old ones for
rags,  =Mama said.
=Jim was miserable. His favorite pants had been
held together with patches; now they were beyond
repair.
Bring them here,  =Grandma said.
=Grandma took part of the pant leg and cut a few
blue squares. =Jim gave her a hug and watched her
add his patches to the others.  A quilt won't forget.
It can tell your life story,  she said.
The arrival of autumn meant school and  
=Halloween. This year =Tanya would be an =African princess.
She danced around in the long, flowing robes =Mama
had made from several yards of colorful material. The
old bracelets and earrings =Tanya had found in a trunk
in the attic jingled noisily as she moved.  =Grandma
cut some squares out of the leftover scraps and added
=Tanya to the quilt, too!
The days grew colder, but =Tanya and her brothers
didn't mind. They knew snow wasn't far away, but it
was the end of =November when =Ted, =Jim, and =Tanya
got their wish. They awoke one morning to find
everything in sight covered with snow.



Many paragraphs have a topic, a main idea, and
supporting details. The topic of a paragraph tells
you what the paragraph is about. The main idea is
the most important statement the paragraph makes
about the topic. Supporting details are the facts
that help explain and support the main idea.
The topic of a paragraph, or of several paragraphs,
may be stated directly in a title or a heading. The
topic can usually be stated in a single word or
phrase. The main idea may be stated directly in a
sentence within the paragraph, or the main idea
may be unstated. If the main idea is unstated, you
should use the details given in the text to help you
decide what the main idea is.
Read the following heading and paragraph:

Bicycle Safety

All bicycles should be equipped with safety
devices. Bicycles should have headlights and
taillights =80 that the riders can be seen clearly at
night. Bells are helpful when bicycle riders must
warn someone of the riders approach.

The topic and the main idea of this paragraph are
both directly stated. The topic is bicycle safety. The
first sentence of the paragraph stated the main idea.
The last two sentences are details that support the
main idea. Notice how the supporting details give
you more information about the main idea.
Now read the next heading and paragraph. The
paragraph tells about some stories by =Aesop  
a famous storyteller. Look for the topic and the main
idea. Remember that the main idea may not
actually be stated. Then look for details that support
or explain the main idea.

=Aesop's =Fables

=Aesop wrote a fable about a  greedy fox who
wanted some grapes. He wrote another fable
about a group of mice who discussed tying a bell
on a cat. In other stories, =Aesop told about an ant
who rescued a dove, a hare who challenged a
tortoise to a race, and a mouse who became
friends with a lion.

The topic of this paragraph is =Aesop's fables. The
unstated main idea is many of =Aesop's fables are
about animals that talk and act like people. In the
paragraph there are several examples of animals
that talk and act like people. Each of these examples
is a detail that supports the unstated main idea.
These supporting details also give readers a better
understanding of the main idea.
Read the paragraph at the top of the following
page. Look for the topic and main idea as you read.
What supporting details are given? How do these
details explain the main idea?



I haven't always lived here.
My mother is a teacher. Last summer, we moved from
=New =York =City to live on =Klawak, an island in =Alaska.
This island has only small buildings. My mother says we
will learn a new way of life. I don't know about that.
My name is =Shawn. My hair is red and curly. When we
first moved to this island, everyone stared. I thought they
stared because my hair is red. I hate my hair.
I learned a bunch of things when I moved here, like
how to clean a fish without feeling funny and slimy and
how to find salmon berries in the spring. My friend =Vesta
taught me that. 
I want to tell you about my friend =Vesta. Her hair is
short and dark. She knows how to tie three different kinds
of rope knots with her eyes closed, and she can hop
backward on ice without slipping.
=Vesta is a =Tlingit =Indian. I'm not. My mother says I'm
=Caucasian, but I can't pronounce that. The kids at school
say I'm white. I can pronounce that.
This is what I know: There are five kinds of =Native
people living in =Alaska.  Native  means people who have
always lived in a place. The five kinds of Native people
are =Eskimo =Athabascan, =Haida, =Aleut, and =Tlingit. You
pronounce the word  =Tlingit  like this: =Klinget. I don t
know why.



Then one day, everything went wrong. The =King
dropped the crown on his foot, and the =Queen awoke
with a headache. The =Lord =Chamberlain was ill, and the
cook slept late. The court painter put his head through
their =Majesties' new portrait, and the =Queen's dog chewed
up all the paintbrushes. Outside, it snowed one minute
and rained the next.
The =King was angry; the =Queen was cross. They  
quarrelled all day.
I wish,  the =King shouted, that you could bake
gingerbread! Then something would be right about this
terrible day.

And why,  cried the =Queen, can't you play on the slide trombone?
It would certainly help to calm my
nerves ! 
They glared at each other with anger and spite. The  
forbidden words had been said, their marriage vows broken.
They both turned around and swept from the room, to
the opposite ends of their castle.
They stayed there for days, feeling grumpy and sorry
for themselves. Servants left food on trays near their doors.
then scampered away before the doors might open.
The citizens of =Mulligatawny began to ask each other,
What has gone wrong at the castle? 
At last, =Queen =Calliope looked at herself in her mirror.
The =King married me because I was wise, not beautiful, 
she said.  Now, was it wise to shout slide trombone at
him? 
It was not. She sent for the =Lord =Chamberlain.
At the other end of the castle, =King =Pilaf was trying to
shave himself. With that nose and those eyes.  he said
to the =King in the mirror,  you are not nearly so handsome
as you like to believe. 
He wiped blood from the cut on his chin.  Why, the
=Queen married me because she thought I was kind! Was
it kind to shout gingerbread? 
He struck off the last whiskers and sent for the =Lord
=Chamberlain .
Before very long, from one end of the castle came the
odor of scorched pots. From the other came sounds like
an elephant blowing its nose. The servants rushed in one
direction holding their ears; in the other they rushed  
holding their breath.
The citizens of =Mulligatawny thought the world was
coming to an end



There is a dark tree to the far right of the painting.
A bird is perched on the only branch in a yellow sky.
I could feel his fear. Why is the man so afraid? If you
look closely, there is a wolf in with the sheep, sneaking
closer and closer. Oh no! He's really =Little =Red =Riding
=Hood! Oh, =Brueghel, I love you.

School
In school, I couldn't ever concentrate on what I was
supposed to be learning. All I wanted to do was to be
left alone. I wanted to read books or listen to music, or
to draw pictures of witches and pnncesses. I should
have been learning fractions.
After I finished high school, I went to art school in
=Philadelphia. Then everything changed. Suddenly, I
was not only allowed to draw all day long, I was expected
to! I was surrounded by other artists all day. We talked,
ate, lived, and dreamed about art. It was as though I
had been living, all my life, in a strange country. There
I could never quite fit in, and now I had come home.
after the first year of basic drawing, painting,  
printmaking, and design classes, I majored in illustration.
My best friend, =Barbara, was an illustrabon major, too.
=Barbara and I went everywhere together. We'd walk all
over the city. We'd draw everything we would see:
people, streets, doorways, subways, trees, piles of
trash. If we discovered a new street, we were as
excited as if we'd found a new world.

Whenever we had any free time, we'd walk to the
art museum. We'd wander through its miles of  
beautiful rooms and quiet halls, looking at paintings and
drawing from them.  And every day for lunch, rain or
shine, we went to =Rittenhouse =Square. We took our
sketch books, hamburgers, and a big box of saltines for
the pigeons. We were comrades. We were artists.
Everything was exciting and beautiful. We loved it all.

&&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN (1983)  4TH GRADE       HM19834T.ASC
GATEWAYS by William K. Durr etal.      12-29-92
Source: SUNY Cortland, xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH


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on top of the next canyon, maybe, I
was going to see them, those sheep.
If I didn't waste time getting up
there. Which I didn't. But all I saw
was the same kind of nothing that I
saw from the last high place, just
this wide straight line stretching
right across the middle.
Walking down was harder than
walking up. For one thing, walking
down on my left heel made the
pebble bigger. It was getting to feel
like a rock. And for another,  
walking down, you've already seen what
there is to see all around, and
there s nothing to look forward to
until you start to walk up again. It
got so I was running more than I
was walking. Running downhill
because I wanted to get that part
over with, and running up because I
couldn't wait to get to the top. And
all the time, turning around. I got
pretty good at being able to turn
around and keep running at the
same time.
Except what good was it, getting
pretty good at anything? The only
thing that counted was to get one
look, one quick look at those sheep.
All the turning around did was to
get me so mixed up I didn't know
whether I was going north, south,
east, or west. Not that it made any
difference, I guess. The sheep
weren't particular which direction
you went to find them. They
weren't in any direction. There
were just no sheep. There was all
the dark sky, and all this straight
flat plain you'd ever want to see.
But no sheep.
And after a couple of hours of
seeing no sheep, I would've been
glad to see any sheep, even if they
weren't ours. I kept trying to see
sheep so hard, it was as if my eyes
got dry and thirsty just to see sheep.
To see nothing for two, three hours,
especially sheep, it gets hard on
your eyes.
It was getting hard on my left
foot, too, with that big rock  
pressing in.
And it wasn't so easy on my
hands, either, on account of the
books. The books weren't very
heavy, but when you keep that rope
wrapped around your hand, it can
pinch. And even if you take it off




was shabby and crowded.
 All right,  Dr =Schunlacher
said,  Who's first?  =Rudi stepped forward.
=Papa went over and, taking =Anna on his knee to make room,
sat on the bench beside his wife.
 It will be fine,  he told her.
 Wait. You'll see.
 I don't trust these foreign  
doctors,  =Mama muttered.
=Klara, we're the foreigners
here!  he reminded her, speaking
quietly but not bothering to  
whisper.  Beside, =Franz =Schumaeher is
as =German as you are.
=Mama shook her head, but
there stood =Rudi, grinning.
One healthy one!  Dr  
=Schumaeher said.  You're next  
=Gretchen, is it? 
This time =Mama sat still,  
although her eyes followed  
=Gretehen every step of the way until
the door closed behind her.
 Do you think she looked
pale?  she asked =Papa.
=Ernst =Solden laughed, a big
laugh that filled the room.  
=Gretchen,  pale! She has cheeks like roses and you know it. 
=Gretchcn came back, her cheeks
as rosy as ever. =Frieda went and
returned. =Fritz was a couple of
minutes longer.
 Maybe something is wrong
with =Fritz .    =Mama began, her
eyes growing wide.
 He let me listen to my own
heart,  =Fritz bragged, bouncing
out into the waiting room.
 A fine family, you =Soldens, 
Dr =Schumachcr boomed,  
stretching out a broad hand to =Anna. She
slid off her father s knee at once
and put her hand in the doctor s
outstretched hand.
As they disappeared, =Mama
gave a deep sigh of relief
Didn't I tell you?  her  
husband teased.
She had to nod. Only =Anna
was left, and =Anna had not been
seriously ill in her entire life.

 Let me hear you read the  
letters on this card,  Dr =Schumacher
was saying to the youngest of the
=Soldens.


everything he did look right, even
when he made a mistake.
Slowly he was given parts in
many different kinds of ballet!
Each one was a chance for =Arthur
to learn something new.
The greatest honor came when
a part in a ballet was made just
for him. In =1957, =George  
=Balanchine created =Agon for =Arthur
=Mitchell.
=Arthur became a top star in the
=New =York =City =Ballet. But he was
still the only black dancer in the
company. He realized it was not
enough to make his own success
in the world. He wanted to help
other black people.
Arthur =Mitchell's new work  
began in the Spring of =1968. He had
an idea for an all-black classical
ballet company. It would have a
school for training its own
dancers.
=Arthur and his old friend =Karel
=Shook started that school in an
empty =Harlem garage. They had
=thirty students and four  
professional dancers. Classes were
given morning, afternoon, and
night. They were trying to train
dancers faster than anyone ever
had done before.
 Now!  =Arthur would shout at
the students as they worked
harder and harder.  Stronger!
Clearer! You know you're  
beautiful. Now show me that you're
beautiful. 
=Arthur s energy and faith and
drive to succeed spread like a fire
through his young dancers. They
improved more quickly than  
anyone believed was possible.  
=Arthur began to make short ballets
for them. He used a platform
built in the garage for a stage.
People in the neighborhood
stopped to watch through the
open doors. They were
fascinated by the beauty of the  
dancing. Everyone wanted to share in
what was happening. The young
people asked,  Can we join? 
They joined and they danced.
Older people sewed costumes,
brought food, and offered what
little money they had to buy
dancing shoes and practice
clothes. Black dancers from all



and tying bows and twisting bows. Henry the one started
that box, you know. Put the first =thirty-one pennies in it for
me and it was my birthday. After =fifty-six, I put them all in
myself. 
 =Aunt =Dew, time to go to bed,  his mother said, standing
at the door.
 Now, I m not sleepy,  =Aunt =Dew said.  =John-boy and
me just talking. Why you don t call him =John? Look like
=John just spit him out. Why you got to call that boy  
something different from his daddy? 
=Michael watched his mother walk over and open the  
window wide.  We'll get some fresh air in here,  she said.
 And then, =Aunt =Dew, you can take your nap better and feel
good when you wake up.  =Michael wouldn't let his mother
take the sack of pennies out of his hand. He held tight and
then she let go.
 I m not sleepy,  =Aunt =Dew said again.  This child and
me just talking. 
I know,  his mother said, pointing her finger at him a
little.  But we're just going to take our nap anyway. 
I got a long time to sleep and I ain't ready now. Just
leave me sit here in this little narrow piece a room. I'm not
bothering nobody. 
Nobody said you're bothering anyone, but as soon as I
start making that meat loaf, you're going to go to sleep in
your chair and fall out again and hurt yourself. And =John'll
wonder where I was and say I was on the telephone, and
that will be something all over again. 
Well, I'll sit on the floor and if I fall, I'll be there  
already, and it won t be nobody s business but my own. 



Wake up, =Genie,  =Mama called.  We have to go  
downtown soon.  =Eugenie =Clark sighed into her
pillow. Who wants to go   downtown on a =Saturday? Saturdays
were for climbing rocks and trees with =Norma, her best friend.  
Saturdays were for digging up fat worms, bringing home bugs and
snakes ,  making sure that =Grandma didn't see them.
Those were the good   =Saturdays. But today was different.
Her friend =Norma had to go   shopping with her mother. Grandma
wasn't feeling well and needed to have peace and quiet. There was
no place for nine-year-old.   =Eugenie to be except with =Mama at
work.
Mama worked in a big building
in downtown =New =York =City.
She sold newspapers at the stand
in the lobby.
In the rumbling subway train
speeding downtown, =Mama
looked at her daughter's sad face
and wished there was something
she could do to make =Eugenie
happier.
=Eugenie s father had died
when she was a baby. So =Mama
had to work extra hard to earn
enough money to take care of the
family. Working extra hard
meant working =Saturday  
mornings too.
The subway train pulled into
their station and they got out. A
sign at the top of the subway
stairs said TO THE AQUARIUM.
 A good idea,  =Mama said.
 I'll leave you at the aquarium,
and I'll pick you up at noon. That
will be more fun for you than
sitting around the stand all
morning. 
=Eugenie walked through the
doors of the aquarium and into
the world of fish.
She walked among the tanks
filled with strange fish. Then she
came to a big tank at the back.
She stared at it for a long, long
time. The green, misty water
seemed to go on and on. She
leaned over the rail, her face



Take it away,  somehody answered.  It's too slow
to catch cold. The =Sooner's been here ten minutes and
more.  
The =Boomer s heart gave a big jump when he heard
that news. It seemed too good to be true. But a minute
later he saw with his own eyes. Around the corner of the
station came the old lop-eared hound, chasing a rabbit
that he had rounded up along the way. He was having
so much fun playing with the little creature and making
the people laugh, that he had plumb forgot about the
=Cannon =Ball.
 He s here!  the =Boomer shouted.  He s here! My
=Sooner's true blue, and he s won again! 
=The =Roadmaster was overcome.  =P-p-put him in the
cab,  he sputtered.  =P-p-put him in the cab and get
going.  
But where will you sit?  the =Boomer asked with a
grin.



When you see the words sandwich, watt, and pasteurization in print,
you might not think they came from people's names. Why not? They do
not begin with capital letters as people's names do. 
Many words that come from people's names are written
with a small letter at the beginning of the word. However,
other such words do begin with capital letters, such as =Braille
and =Morse code. Braille is a style of printing that can be read
by people who are blind. It was invented by =Louis =Braille.
=Morse code is a way of sending messages by sound patterns,
flashes of light, written dots and dashes, or wigwags of a flag.
It was invented by =Samuel =FBMorse.
You have probably seen or had a ride on the =Ferris wheel
at an amusement park. That ride was invented for the =1893
=World s =Fair in =Chicago, Illinois, by =George =GWFerris, an
engineer.
Have you ever heard of =Queen =Victoria of
=Great =Britain? She was a very famous ruler. A
four-wheeled carriage in which she often rode, 
the victorian, was named for her. But something
much more important than the carriage carries
=Queen =Victoria s name. The time in history when
she was queen is called the =Victorian =Age. Even
today, you still hear of =Victorian furniture,  
=Victorian manners, and so on. People s names are everywhere.
Certain   flowers have been named for people. Pieces of  
clothing have been named for people. Many cities,
towns, and states are named for people too.  
Perhaps you could find out if yours is one of them.



Long before =Ellen reached =Front =Street, she heard the beat of
army drums and the shrill piping of the fifes. Trim lines of  
redcoats marched up and down the streets and formed in  
companies on all the docks.
The =East =River was filled with small sloops and riverboats.
But nowhere could =Ellen see the fat broad-beamed boats of the
farmers or the oyster boats from =Jersey.
Near the =Market-House, she stopped a thin little man pushing
a wheelbarrow with only two small pumpkins in it.
 Where are the oyster boats,  she asked anxiously,  or the
farmers boats from =Elizabeth-town? 
 Oh,  he said,  not many of them came over today. Not
much food to sell and the oyster catch was poor. Those who
came started back a few moments ago. 
 Back!  cried =Ellen.  Why, they can t have gone yet. It s too
early for them to leave. 
 Well, they have!  he said.  Only =British boats are here
now. 
 You must be mistaken,  =Ellen said.  They must be at  
another dock.  She'd have to hurry to find them.
 Look for yourself, boy,  the man called after her.  They say
twenty =British boats are taking troops over to =Elizabeth-town
today. 
With her heart pounding wildly, =Ellen ran from one dock to
another all up and down =Front =Street. She raced among the
chests and barrels and heavy ropes as she looked at every boat
tied up there. She darted among the soldiers and the sailors, but
no one stopped her or noticed her.
The man was right. There were only =British boats filling up



But =Pa was walking quietly from one window hole to the
 other, and =Jack did not stop pacing up and down before the
quilt that hung in the doorway. The wolves might howl, but
they could not get in while =Pa and =Jack were there. So at last
=Laura fell asleep.
=Laura felt a soft warmth in her face and opened her eyes
into morning sunshine. =Mary was talking to =Ma by the  
campfire when =Laura ran outdoors in her nightgown. There were
no wolves to be seen; only their tracks were thick around the
house and the stable.
=Pa came whistling up the creek road. He put his gun on its
pegs and led =Pet and =Patty to the creek to drink as usual. He
had followed the wolf tracks so far that he knew they were far
away now, following a herd of deer.
The mustangs shied at the wolves tracks and pricked their
ears nervously, and =Pet kept her colt elose at her side. But they
went willingly with =Pa, who knew there was nothing to fear.
Breakfast was ready. When =Pa came back from the creek,
they all sat by the fire and ate fried mush and prairie-chicken
hash.  =Pa said he would make a door that very day. He
wanted more than a quilt between them and the wolves next
time.



When you shake and shake but the salt won't pour,
there's a =wrimple in the salt.
When your cake falls flat on the kitchen floor,
it s surely a =wrimple's fault

The way to fix these irksome works
is obvious and simple
Just search and find it where it lurks,
and then remove the =wrimple.



This one is called =El =Correo,   The Mail . One player stands in
the middle of a circle. Everyone else marks the spot he or she is
on and gives it the name of a city. Then the player in the middle
calls out the names of two of those cities. Those cities  players 
must try to change places with one another. While this is going on,
any other player,  including the one in the middle, can try to take
over the places of the two cities. When the scramble is over, there
will be one player without a place. He or she will go into the 
middle and call out the names of two more cities. 

&&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN  (1986)  4TH GRADE READER  HM19864T.ASC
FLIGHTS 
Source: Kutztown University (Pa.)
Xeroxed by LW, scanned by DPH,   March 6, 1993
April 3, 1993 edited by Janice Mason

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 =Anna followed =Grandpa up the long flight of steps to
the =Fourteenth =Street =El station. No one was at the ticket
booth, so they ducked under the turnstile to the  
platform. They stood out of the wind at the head of the stairs.
=Anna could see only one other person waiting for a train
on the uptown side.
 =Anna looked at her rosy-cheeked grandfather. Snow
clung to his mustache and eyebrows and froze. They
looked like tiny icebergs.
 "Here comes the train," =Grandpa shouted! A steam
engine, pulling two green cars, puffed toward them.
When the train stopped, =Anna and =Grandpa hurried
across the platform and stepped inside. There were lots of
empty seats. They sat down behind a large woman. She
took up most of the seat in front of them.
 =Anna pulled off her hat. Her pompom looked like a
big white snowball. She shook it, spraying the floor with
wet snow. The conductor came up the aisle and stopped
at their seat.
 =Grandpa said, "No one was at the station to sell us a
ticket." 
 "That will be five cents," the conductor said.  "Each." 




 "Maybe I'll just do that," I said under my breath! I'd
make them proud of me, I really would. I wasn't going to
be last. No, sir, I was going to be first!
 The whistle shrieked and I lunged forward. I made
those little wheels whine so fast my ears hurt. I glanced
back and saw with joy that I was ahead of everyone, even
=Ramos! I could hear the roar of the roller skates behind
me, thundering toward the turn at the path.
 The sharp turn! I had misjudged the sharp turn! I
came up on it too fast to slow down. I tried crossing my
right foot over my left foot for one of those smooth
turns, but my legs twisted like pretzels. Still in full view
of the crowd, I bounced into the bushes.
 I heard the skates spin by me, but I couldn't move. I
couldn't face it. I was going to stay there forever when I
felt a tug on my skates.  "Come on, =Vicente!" 
 It was =Ramos. Painfully I got up.
 "Move," shouted =Ramos!


 More people gathered.  "It's the blacksmith's
son," they said!  "He's like a cat up a tree. Now he
doesn't know how to get down." 
 The miller asked,  "Why did he climb the steeple?" 
 =Viktorin was there.  "I think I know," he said.
"He wanted to rub the golden ball and make a wish." 
 "The golden ball doesn't grant wishes," said the
miller's wife.  "Who told him that?" 
 "I, I told him,"  said =Viktorin.  "I heard people
say it was true." 
 "I don't believe you heard anyone say it," said the
woman.  "I think you made it up out of your own
head. Everybody knows you and the tales you tell.
You shall be whipped!" 
 "No," said =Jan's father.  "That won't help now." 
 Bells were ringing. People were crowding into the
square.
 "What's to be done?"  they asked one another.
 "I'll climb the steeple,"  said the blacksmith.
 "You could not even begin to climb it. You are too
big and too heavy,"  said the miller.  "We need  
someone small and light, but he must be strong enough to
carry the boy down." 
 A merchant had the idea of bringing many ladders
and tying them together. But when the ladders were
placed against the church, they broke apart and came
tumbling down.




=General's, but =Ann didn't pay much attention. She didn't
even look at the other men. All she could see was the
white horse in front of her and the straight back of
=General =Washington, going up =Hamilton =Hill. The road
itself seemed almost to be moving them up the hill in a
kind of magic dream. Except it wasn't a dream, =Ann
reminded herself. It was true, gloriously, wonderfully
true. For some unbelievable reason, =General =George
=Washington, was on the western side of the mountains,
and now he was going to have supper with her family on
=Hamilton =Hill.
 Suddenly =Ann turned to Dr =Craik.  "Why did =General
=Washington come here," she asked?
 "He owns land in this county," Dr =Craik replied.
 "He's come to check on it." 
 "He owns land here, in =Washington =County,"  =Ann
repeated?
 Dr =Craik smiled.  "Yes, he can't move here, but he
bought land because he believes in this part of the
country. Some day this land will be worth a great deal of
money. He wants to do all he can to develop this side of
the mountains." 
 =Ann fell silent, her eyes on =General =Washington.
Again she pictured him at =Valley =Forge. A lot of people
hadn't believed in a free and independent country, she
thought. But =Washington had. And now he believed in
the =Western =Country. It wasn't just fathers and brothers
and settlers who believed in it and owned land here.
=George =Washington did too.
 =Ann and Dr =Craik jogged up the hill. The other men
called back and forth to each other, but =Ann didn't hear
them.




 "=Michael," his mother said and took the sack of pennies
out of his hand and laid it on the dresser.  Then she
reached down and closed the lid of the =hundred penny
box and pushed it against the wall.  "Go out the room,
honey, and let =Momma help =Aunt =Dew into bed." 
 "I been putting =Dewbet =Thomas to bed a long time,
and I can still do it," =Aunt =Dew said.
 "I'll just help you a little," =Michael heard his mother
say through the closed door.
 As soon as his mother left the room, he'd go in and
sneak out the =hundred penny box.
 But where would he hide it?
 =Michael went into the bathroom to think, but his
mother came in to get =Aunt =Dew's washcloth.  "Why are
you looking like that," she asked?  "If you want to play, go
in my room. Play there, or in the living room. And don't
go bothering =Aunt =Dew. She needs her rest." 
 =Michael went into his father and mother's room and
lay down on the big king bed and tried to think of a place
to hide the box.
 He had an idea!
 He'd hide it down in the furnace room and sneak
=Aunt =Dew downstairs to see it so she'd know where it
was. Then maybe they could sit on the basement steps
inside and play with it sometimes. His mother would
never know. And his father wouldn't care as long as =Aunt
=Dew was happy. He could even show =Aunt =Dew the big
pipes and the little pipes.
 =Michael heard his mother close his bedroom door and
walk down the hall toward the kitchen.



and seek.  It liked to lie down in the blue snow, when was
almost the same color as its hide.  Its horns stuck up like
black trees.  Then =Paul would wander about calling,
"=Bebe, =Bebe, where are you?"  At last, =Bebe, who had
been lying in plain sight all the time, would jump up and
charge at =Paul.
 When spring came, the lovely blue snow began to
melt. As the sap began to stir in the trees, =Paul's problem
began to stir in his mind. Somehow or other, he began to
feel that he was about to solve it. Night after night he
dreamed the same dream. When he got up in the  
morning, it was gone. All that he could remember was that it
had something to do with the =United =States.
 He decided to go to the =United =States. Perhaps he
could find there the kind of work he was meant to do.
One morning he packed a little lunch and called =Bebe.
Together they set out. By evening they had reached the
border. Off ahead of them stretched the state of =Maine,
with its miles of pine woods. As far as the eye could see,
there were trees, nothing but trees.
 =Bebe romped on ahead. When a =hundred-year-old
pine got in its way, =Bebe kicked it impatiently. It snapped
and fell crashing to the forest floor.
 Then =Paul knew what it was he had to do in life. He
had to go to the =United =States and invent logging. It was
his job to cut down all those trees and to make room for
all the =Americans who were coming to plant farms and
build cities.
 He stepped proudly across the border. He started to
call, "Hello, =Bebe!" in =French =Canadian, but the words



 She ate another piece and another, stuffing it in her
mouth, greedy as a tomcod for the bait on the line.  It was
half gone.  She stopped, thinking back.  Last year she had
had four pieces, one fruit shared with her brothers.  The
memory has sharpened with the days between.  She was
going too quickly.  Too soon it would be over.
 That was when she heard the noise. It was a snuffling
noise, a gaspy, raspy noise.  =Annie sat up and listened.
Someone was coming around the side of the store. It was
=Emma.  =Annie heard a great gulping sob, and then, as
=Emma turned, she saw her face. Never in all of =Annie's
life had she seen such misery. The eyes were screwed up
like a baby's. The mouth was open, moving, saying words
without sound.
 "=Emma," =Annie whispered.
 =Emma saw =Annie. In an instant, every expression was
gone from her face. She looked blankly at her cousin. She
was sulky old =Emma again.
 =Annie got up. Had she really seen =Emma's face like
that, or had she imagined it?  "I saw it," she thought.
"That I could never have imagined." 
The night wind was coming up. She could hear it
moving between them. The orange was sticky in her
hand. She looked down, and all at once she knew.
=Emma's sulky face was what she showed to the world. It
was like the orange skin, protecting, hiding everything
beneath.  "I didn't know," =Annie thought.  "Like =Ruth
=Ormuk, I threw it away."
 "=Emma," she said.  "I didn't know you felt so bad." 
 =Emma stood looking over the bay. Her hair still
feathered from its braids. Her sweater was still buttoned
wrong. Her face still wore its sulky look.




 =Anna left the house early that morning.  It would take
her five minutes to run to =Nana =Marie's house.  By now,
=Nana =Marie might be back from the hospital. She had
disappeared without warning more than a week ago.  For
two days, no one had answered when =Anna knocked on
the door after school.  By the third day, =Anna could
scarcely eat, she was so worried.  Had they taken =Nana
=Marie to one of those homes for very old people?  But the
next afternoon the daughter-in-law, =Rita, who took care
of =Nana =Marie, had opened the door an inch. It was just
enough so that =Anna could hear her voice over the blare
of the Television.  "You here to see =Nana =Marie?  She's in the
hospital."  That was all =Anna found out.
 Now, rounding a bend in the road, =Anna could see
=Rita standing by the gate in front of =Nana =Marie's house.
=Rita's loud voice rang out.  "She's coming home today!
Home from the hospital! =Nana =Marie!" 
 =Nana =Marie was coming home.  =Anna's heart gave a
joyful leap.
 "We're throwing a little party," =Rita went on, "just a
few neighbors on the hill to welcome her back, cheer her
up. Drop by. She'll be looking for you." 
 A party. That meant =Anna would have to share =Nana
=Marie with everyone else. =Rita's voice, suddenly lower,
caught =Anna's attention.
 "She won't really be looking for you, =Nana =Marie
won't. Come to see her anyway, though. She'll need your
company now that she's blind."    
 Blind? =Rita's voice rattled on, but =Anna heard  
nothing more. Her heart seemed to have stopped on the word
blind. How could =Nana =Marie suddenly be blind? There
had been nothing wrong with =Nana =Marie's eyes. In fact,



 =Marshall did a headstand on his bicycle seat. Then he
rode his bicycle backward. Suddenly, the bicycle shop
door opened, and Mr =Hay stood in the doorway.
 "Now you're in for it," jeered =George =Pepper.  "You're
in real trouble now!" 
 "Young man,"  called Mr =Hay,  "I want to speak to
you."
 =Marshall walked the bicycle over to Mr =Hay.
 "Yes, sir,"  said =Marshall?
 "Where did you learn those tricks,"  asked Mr =Hay.
 "I made them up, sir. I was just showing my little
brother. He likes to see them." 
 "I don't wonder,"  said Mr =Hay.
 "I'm sorry, sir, if we disturbed you." 
 "Disturbed us! Not at all! Those are the best bicycle
tricks I've ever seen. My partner and I could use a boy like
you. How would you like a job? We need someone to dust
and sweep the store every day and to put coal in the
potbellied stove. You could come here after school and
on =Saturdays to do these jobs. Then, if there is time, you
could do your bicycle tricks in front of our store. It will
make people want to come to this bicycle shop." 
 "Yes, sir," cried =Marshall!
 "Start =Monday after school," said Mr =Hay.
 "I'll be here,"  said =Marshall!
 =Carlton climbed up behind =Marshal1 on his bicycle.
 As =Marshall pedaled home, =Carlton said, "It's funny.
When you looked for a job, you didn't get one.  When you
didn't look for a job, you got one!"
 =Marshall liked his job.  He didn't even mind the
dusting.  Every day he took the medal out and polished it
carefully.  Once, when he was alone in the store, =Marshall



 "Is she dead," Mr =Stone =Fox? "Is she dead,"  little =Willy
asked, looking up at =Stone =Fox?  
 =Stone =Fox knelt down and put one massive hand on
=Searchlight's chest. He felt no heartbeat. He looked at
little =Willy, and the boy understood.
 Little =Willy squeezed =Searchlight with all his might.
 "You did real good, girl. Real good. I'm real proud of
you. You rest now. Just rest."  Little =Willy began to brush
the snow off =Searchlight's back.
 =Stone =Fox stood up slowly.
No one spoke. No one moved. All eyes were on the
=Indian, the one called =Stone =Fox, the one who had never
lost a race, and who now had another victory within his
grasp.
 But =Stone =Fox did nothing.
 He just stood there, like a mountain.
 His eyes shifted to his own dogs, then to the finish
line, then back to little =Willy, holding =Searchlight.
With the heel of his moccasin =Stone =Fox drew a long
line in the snow. Then he walked back over to his sled and
pulled out his rifle.
 Down at the end of =Main =Street, the other racers
began to appear. As they approached, =Stone =Fox fired his
rifle into the air. They came to a stop.
 =Stone =Fox spoke.
 "Anyone crosses this line, I shoot." 
 There wasn't anybody who didn't believe him.
 =Stone =Fox nodded to the boy.
 The town looked on in silence as little =Willy, carrying
=Searchlight, walked the last ten feet and across the finish
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As the new trees on the land
began to succeed the old pines,
the animal life on the land
changed, too.
The meadow mice mowed because
their food supply was gone,
and there was no more grass
for them to build their nests.
White-footed mice took their place.
They made their nests
in hollow stumps and logs.
They ate seeds
from the trees and shrubs.

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     "I had passed it on my way to town that morning. It
wasn't a bear at all. I only thought it was a bear, because I
had been thinking all the time about bears and being
afraid I'd meet one."

"It really wasn't a bear at all?" =Mary asked.

"No, =Mary, it wasn't a bear at all. There I had been
yelling, and dancing, and waving my arms, all by myself
in the =BigWoods, trying to scare a stump!"

=Laura said: "Ours was really a bear. But we were not
scared, because we thought it was =Sukey."

=Pa did not say anything, but he hugged her tighter.

=Oo-oo! That bear might have eaten =Ma and me all
up!" =Laura said, snuggling closer to him. "But =Ma
walked right up to him and slapped him, and he didn't do
anything at all. Why didn't he do anything?"

"I guess he was too surprised to do anything, =Laura."

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     The school that had started as an elementary school
for girls became a high school, then a junior college, and
finally a college. It joined with a men's college and was
given a new name, =BethuneCookmanCollege, with
Mrs =Bethune as president. It had the only library for
black people in that part of =Florida.

Mrs =Bethune did not spend all of her time at the
school. She joined groups of people who were working
for the rights of black men, women, and children. She
wrote articles for newspapers and magazines. She traveled across
the =UnitedStates making speeches about the
need for public schools, jobs, houses, and food. She
became famous for her devotion to black youth. The
sureness in her voice and her slow, careful way of
speaking became well known.

For many years Mrs =Bethune had suffered with asthma. It sometimes
made her very sick. She had to struggle
for breath. Doctors had told her that she needed more
rest. But she said that she had to work until every black
boy and girl had a chance for an education. She remembered their
=African heritage, and hers. "The drums of
=Africa still beat in my heart," she said. "They will not let
me rest."

In the =1920's and =1930's, the =UnitedStates was in
great trouble. There were millions of people without
jobs. Some of them starved. Many young people had to
stop going to school.

Mrs =Bethune was asked by President =FranklinDRoosevelt to live in
=Washington, =DC, and work with the
=NationalYouthAdministration. She did not want to
leave her school, but she knew that she was needed for
this special job. She moved to =Washington and was in

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     Start with =fifty-seven, where you left off. =19 and =31.
=Latt married that schoolteacher. We roasted three pigs.
Just acting the fool, everybody. =Latt give her a pair of
yellow shoes for her birthday. Walked off down the road
one evening just like you please, she did. Had on them
yellow shoes. Rode a freight train clean up to =Chicago.
Left his food on the table and all his clothes ironed. Six
times she come back and stay for a while and then go
again. =Truke used to say, Wouldn't be my wife. But
=Truke never did marry nobody. Only thing he care about
was that car. He would covered it with a raincoat when it
rained, if he could."

"First you know me, then you don't," =Michael said.

"=MichaelJohnJefferson that your name is," Aunt
=Dew said. "Should be plain =John like your daddy and
your daddy's daddy =stead of all this new stuff. Name
=John and everybody saying =Michael.'" Aunt =Dew was
smiling. "Come here, boy," she said. "Come here close.
Let me look at you. Got a head full of hair."

=Michael got up from the hundred penny box and
stood at the foot of the bed.

"Get closer," Aunt =Dew said.

=Michael did.

"Turn these covers back little more. This little narrow
piece a room don't have the air the way my big house

"I took a picture of your house," =Michael said and
turned the covers back some more.

"My house bigger than your picture," Aunt =Dew said.
"Way bigger."

=Michael leaned close to her on his bed and propped
his elbows up on the large pillow under her small head.

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     was all. Searchlight moved forward, inching her nose
ahead. Then the =Samoyed regained the lead. Then
=Searchlight.

When you enter the town of =Jackson on =SouthRoad,
the first buildings come into view about a half a mile
away. Whether =Searchlight took those buildings to be
=Grandfather's farmhouse again, no one can be sure, but it
was at this time that she poured on the steam.

Little =Willy's sled seemed to lift up off the ground and
fly. =StoneFox was left behind.

But not that far behind.

The crowd cheered madly when they saw little =Willy
come into view at the far end of =MainStreet, and even
more madly when they saw that =StoneFox was right on
his tail.

"Go, =Searchlight! Go!"

=Searchlight forged ahead. But =StoneFox was gaining!

"Go, =Searchlight! Go!" little =Willy cried out.

=Searchlight gave it everything she had.

She was a hundred feet from the finish line when her
heart burst. She died instantly. There was no suffering.

The sled and little Willy tumbled over her, slid along
the snow for a while, then came to a stop about ten feet
from the finish line. It had started to snow, white
snowflakes landed on =Searchlight's dark fur as she lay
motionless on the ground.

The crowd became deathly silent.

=Lester's eyes looked to the ground. Miss =Williams had
her hands over her mouth. Mr =Foster's cigar lay on the
snow. =DocSmith started to run out to little Willy, but
stopped. =MayorSmiley looked shocked and helpless. And

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 that led to the art class made =Maria tell as if she were a 
distinguished person arriving at a great palace for an
important occasion.

But this morning =Maria hurried past the lions without
a glance.

Most of the kids in the class were already at their
easels when =Maria came in, and were pinning up the
drawings they had done during the week.

If only she'd come a few minutes earlier, =Maria
thought, she might have gone up and explained quietly to
Miss =Lindstrom that she'd forgotten to bring her drawing. Had
forgotten to do the assignment even.

Coming in late, though, =Maria felt as if everyone was
watching her. Quickly, she opened up her portfolio and
took out her drawing.

Her hands were clumsy as she tacked the drawing to
her easel, afraid someone might laugh. But no one did.

Glancing over her shoulder, =Maria saw that the other
students were looking at their own work, some of them
adding a few lines to their pictures. Or trying to smudge
out bits they didn't like.

Miss =Lindstrom was already walking around, looking
at what everyone had done. At one easel, she would nod
and smile. At another, she would ask a question. Now
and then she would call the whole class to look at
something unusual in someone's drawing.

=Maria trailed behind the others, hardly hearing what
the silvery voice was saying.

Most of the drawings on the easels were of houses
with yards and trees as =Maria had expected. But many of
the houses pictured were less grand than she'd imagined.

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     =Orville's schoolmates were all there with their sleds. It
was a good hill to coast down because no roads came
anywhere near it, and even if they had, it wouldn't have
mattered. This was =1878 and there were no automobiles.
Horse drawn sleighs traveled the roads in winter. The
horses had bells fastened to their collars, and as they
jogged along the bells rang and you could hear them a
mile away.

Most of the boys had their own sleds; not the flexible
fliers boys have now, but old-fashioned sleds with two
wooden runners. No one ever thought of owning a
"bought" sled. In those days a boy's father made a sled
for him.

The boys who had sleds of their own let =Wilbur and
=Orville ride down the hill with them. =EdSines and
=ChaunceySmith and =JohnnyMorrow and =AlJohnston all
owned sleds, but they liked to race one another down the
long hill. When this happened =Wilbur and =Orville just
had to stand there and watch. Late that afternoon the
boys came home, with little =Kate trailing behind, and

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 A greenish beetle, shining in the sunlight, came
toward her across the stones. She laid her fingers lightly
on its shell and it stood still, waiting and watchful, and
when she moved her hand the beetle went swiftly on. An
ant came hurrying in a busy zigzag. She danced in front
of it to tease it and put out her foot. It stared at her,
nonplused, waving its antennae; then pettishly, as
though put out, it swerved away. Two birds came down,
quarreling shrilly, into the grass below the tree. One flew
away but =Arrietty could see the other among the moving
grass stems above her on the slope. Cautiously she moved
toward the bank and climbed a little nervously in
amongst the green blades. As she parted them gently with
her bare hands, drops of water plopped on her skirt and
she felt the red shoes become damp. But on she went,
pulling herself up now and again by root stems into this
jungle of moss and wood-violet and creeping leaves of
clover. The sharp seeming grass blades, waist high, were
tender to the touch and sprang back lightly behind her as
she passed. When at last she reached the foot of the tree,
the bird took fright and flew away and she sat down
suddenly on a gnarled leaf of primrose. The air was filled
with scent. "But nothing will play with you," she thought
and saw the cracks and furrows of the primrose leaves
held crystal beads of dew. If she pressed the leaf these
rolled like marbles. The bank was warm, almost too warm
here within the shelter of the tall grass, and the sandy
earth smelled dry. Standing up, she picked a primrose.
The pink stalk felt tender and living in her hands and was
covered with silvery hairs, and when she held the flower,
like a parasol, between her eyes and the sky, she saw the
sun's pale light through the veined petals. On a piece of

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     =India and =China and =NorthAmerica and the
=BritishCommonwealth. He told her about the =July sales. "Not
hundreds," he said, "but thousands and millions and
billions and trillions of great, big, enormous people.
NOW do you believe me?"

=Arrietty stared up at him with frightened eyes: it gave
her a crick in the neck. "I don't know," she whispered.

"As for you," he went on, leaning closer again, "I don't
believe that there are any more =Borrowers anywhere in
the world. I believe you're the last three," he said.

=Arrietty dropped her face into the primrose. "We're
not. There's Aunt =Lucy and Uncle =Hen dreary and all the
cousins."

"I bet they're dead," said the boy. "And what's more,"
he went on, "no one will ever believe I've seen you. And
you'll be the very last because you're the youngest. One
day," he told her, smiling triumphantly, "you'll be the
only =Borrower left in the world!"

He sat still, waiting, but she did not look up. "Now
you're crying," he remarked after a moment.

"They're not dead," said =Arrietty in a muffled voice;
she was feeling in her little pocket for a handkerchief.
"They live in a badger's set two fields away, beyond the
spinney. We don't see them because it's too far. There are
weasels and things and cows and foxes and crows."

"Which spinney?" he asked.

"I don't know!" =Arrietty almost shouted. "It's along

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 =Judy: Gosh! Look at the mess.

=Jonathan: Why on earth didn't you turn the tap off? No
wonder all the water overflowed.

=Paddington: I'm afraid I got soap in my eyes. I couldn't
see anything.

As he is led back into the room by =Jonathan and =Judy, he
squeezes water out of his hat.

It's a good thing I had my hat with me. I used it to
bail the water out. I might have drowned otherwise.

Mr =Brown: No wonder I thought I felt some water.

=Judy: Now you just dry yourself properly, or you'll catch
cold. She drapes a towel round him.
=Paddington: proudly as he looks at himself.  I'm a lot
cleaner than I was.
Mrs =Bird enters.
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The younger sister took her older sister's hand and the
two of them went out of the room and down the hall, and
through the door of the castle.
When the wizard saw they were getting away from him,
he nearly burst with the horrible rage he had in him. With
his magic arts he called up a great fierce wolf and sent it
after them. The two sisters heard it come panting along  
behind them and they took to their heels. They ran like the
wind itself, but the wolf came closer and closer. The older
sister wept and said she could run no more. But the ragged
bodach's words came into the mind of the younger sister.
She cried out,  =Gold and silver are a match for evil! 
=Quick as a wink she whipped the golden needle out of
her packet, and turned to face the wolf. It came snapping
and growling up to her with its jaws wide open, ready to
leap at her. She reached out and thrust the needle  
straightway between its great red eyes. That was the end of the
wolf, for it fell down dead.
The wizard screamed with rage, and came flying at them
himself with his black cloak outspread, bearing him through
the air like a pair of wings. All the lass had left was the wee
sharp knife, and no words of the tinker body and the old
bodach left to tell her what to do. But since the knife was all
she had, she'd have to make do with it and hope for the
best. She put her hand in the packet to pull it out, and  
somehow the knife got tangled up with her mother's and father's
blessings. So when the wizard got close enough, and she
aimed the knife at him, the blessings carried it straight to
him. Down he fell, black cloak and all, his power lost.



After they had rested and eaten, the passengers climbed
back into the carriage. The driver got back on his box and
cracked his whip in the air. He never used it on the horses
for he, too, was a kindly man. He watched the horses  
struggling to pull the carriage up a steep hill and thought of the
paralyzed old man inside.  Ah, it is true,  he thought,
 everyone has some sadness to bear in this life. 
After their tea and cakes everyone felt a little sleepy
and began to nap in their corners of the carriage. Only
the old man kept his eyes wide open and his hands in
front of him.
Soon they came to a village where the young man left
the carriage and went his way. A half hour passed, the
carriage came to another village, and the old woman said
good-bye and went toward her home.
Finally there were just the mother, her children, and
the old man left in the carriage. Already the mother could
see some of the buildings of =Moscow coming into view.
But most of the time she was busy trying to hush her little
boy and girl who were busy whispering in a corner of the
carriage. They knew they would soon arrive in the center
of the city and that the little old man would be going on
his way. Finally, they could no longer contain themselves.
 Tell me, grandfather,  the little girl said eagerly,  
before her mother could stop her,  how long have you had
to suffer from such a sad thing? 
What sad thing?  asked the little old man.
 Why, your hands,  the girl said,  your paralyzed
hands. 



When =Basil ended his piping, the dolphins sank into
the darkness of the waters. Not even a ripple could be
seen where moments before the dolphins had danced. It
was as if they had left when the music stopped playing.
At once and all together they had faded into the shadows.
 Dolphins love music,  =Samuel said simply.
Then with his arm still over =Basil's shoulder, =Samuel
took his son back to the house.



=Sonja =Thompson sat on the log bench and leaned
against the cabin wall, enjoying the June sunshine. She
was embroidering a clump of tiny flowers on a green
skirt. She could embroider much faster, but she wanted
the work to last.
 Don't forget to put the potatoes on to cook, 
reminded her mother.  You may have some for lunch. 
Yes, =Mama. 
 I wish we had gifts for Mr =Jacobs,  =Sonja's mother
said to her husband.  He has given us so much. 
Now, =Mary,  Mr =Thompson replied,  =Philip =Jacobs
understands. Besides, when our corn crop is ready, we
will share it with him. That late freeze ruined most of his
crop.  He turned to =Sonja.  We will be back before dark. 
=Sonja watched her parents follow the path into the
woods toward the bay where they would row across to
Mr =Jacob's place. As she embroidered a few more flowers, she
remembered =Mama's telling her that back in =Norway the
girls did needlework many hours a day. =Sonja had been
only six years old when the =Thompsons sailed from



It was a beautiful morning. =Dove was tied up in =San
=Pedro, a fishing port near =Long =Beach and one of the
entrances to =Los =Angeles.
Two school friends came to the dock to see me off, as
well as some television and newspaper reporters. And
=Dad was there, of course. It wasn't easy for him. He knew
that if anything went wrong on my voyage, many people
would blame him.
=Dad came aboard and shook my hand. It was hard for
both of us to say anything, but =Dad finally managed to
say,  Good luck, =Son. I'll see you in =Hawaii. 
=Mom was already in =Hawaii, setting up our new home.
I hoped to be seeing both her and =Dad within a month
because =Hawaii was to be my first port of call.
I started up =Dove's engine. My voyage around the
world had begun! The excitement of starting lasted all
through my first day at sea. I tuned into my favorite =Los
=Angeles radio station and heard the report that  schoolboy
=Robin =Lee =Graham has just set off from =San =Pedro on his
lone global voyage. The most important piece of =Robin's
luggage is a box full of schoolbooks. 
I did have my schoolbooks with me, but I didn't think
of them as being more important than my sailing
instruments. The books were packed away under some old
clothing which I had brought along. My idea was to
exchange the clothes for food when I reached the islands.
I had also taken aboard four =hundred ball-point pens which
I planned to use for trading. In my billfold I had =forty
dollars, not much for a global voyage.



 Well, what are you going to do
about it?  asked the queen sharply.
 I mean, you can't just sit there
counting your money and  
forgetting about the problem. 
 I have asked every brave man
in the kingdom to slay the dragon, 
said the king.  They all claim they
have more important things to do. 
Nonsense,  said the queen with
a breathy sigh.  What could be more
important than saving the palace
from a fierce dragon? Perhaps you
should offer a reward. 
 I have offered a reward,  said
the king.  No one seems interested. 
Well, then, offer something of
value to go with it,  commanded the
queen.  I'm tired of having a dragon
prowling around!  And with that,
she slammed the honey jar on the
table and stormed out of the room.
 I'll slay the dragon,  said =Princess
=Penelope, jumping out from behind
an old suit of armor. She had been
listening to her parents while she
oiled a rusty arm.



 Mrs =Miller,  =Milt said in a very hungry voice,  we
are wondering if you have some work for us. 
 I certainly have!  she declared.  My delivery boy
didn't show up. I've baked cookies for Mrs =Wood's
party, and I have promised fifteen other deliveries. 
So =Milt and I made three trips to Mrs =Wood's house,
and =Clayte and =Dood made some deliveries to other
people's houses. We started at three o'clock, and it was
only half past four when we were through.
 Thank you so much!  Mrs =Miller exclaimed.
 We were very glad to help,  =Milt said,  even if we
were hungry.  =We looked at the cupcakes.
But Mrs =Miller was counting out some change.  You
boys deserve something for your hard work,  she said.
 How about =thirty cents apiece? 
Our teeth almost dropped out. We hadn't mentioned
a word about money. We were just thinking of a smart,
easy way to get a free cupcake.
 It's a deal!  =Clayte said. Then he remembered his
manners.  I mean, =thirty cents will be fine, thank you. 
And won't you have some cupcakes? 
=So we each got =thirty cents and two cupcakes.
When we went outside, who should be across the
street, looking hungry, but =Smart =Annabelle, =Beautiful
=Sylvia, and =Opal!
 They know we have money in our pockets and  
cupcakes in this bag,  said =Milt.
 Hi, =Rupert!  =Annabelle called.  Isn't it warm?  She
was wasting smiles on me way across the street.



 Let's go in,  =Johnny said.  It looks like a deep hole.
Maybe there are some ruins inside. 
I said,  There could not be ruins in there. 
 Well, I'm going,  he said, and he got down on his
hands and knees and started to crawl in.
Just then I noticed something. Near the entrance a
spider web was stretched across the branches of a little
bush. I would not have seen it if the sun hadn't come out,
and drops of water on the threads sparkled in the light.
In the middle of the web was the spider with its legs
spread out. Some little flies were buzzing about. One of
them hit the web and was trapped. At once the spider
pulled in all its legs and jumped on the fly. I thought how
clever it was to make its web by the spring where the
flies would come.
Then I thought,  Maybe it's the =Spider =Woman!  and
I shouted to =Johnny,  Don't go in!  but it was too late.
He was inside the hole.  Now,  I thought,  the =Spider
=Woman will get him, and he will have to stay in her house
forever. 
I felt frightened. But I could not let him go in there
alone. I tied the burro to a bush and crawled in after
=Johnny.
It was pretty dark inside. At first I couldn't see  
anything. Then my eyes got used to the darkness, and I saw
=Johnny at the back of the cave. The cave was larger inside
than I had thought it would be. The floor was damp with
the water that trickled down from the wall. I guess the
water flowing for many years had hollowed out the cave.



 You're in the family,  said =Jason.
 I know,  said =Sammy,  but the photographer only
wants the musicians in the family. All but me. 
Never mind, =Sammy,  said =Jason.  Maybe you can't
be a musician, but you sure can draw. 
 That's true,  said =Sammy.  I can draw. And I've been
thinking. Why can't I design a poster for my family's next
concert? I could paint the instruments blue like the velvet
in this picture.   
=Sammy worked hard. He worked for days and days.
Sometimes he painted at the museum, and sometimes at
home. While he worked he would hum,  Take me out to
the ball game.   
Oh, dear!  sighed =Mama when she heard him.
 Horrible!  said =Papa, shaking his head.  Can't carry
a tune. 
But one day =Armen called,  Look! Look at =Sammy's 
poster. It's the best poster we've ever had. And it was.
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RHYMES AND REASONS by Carl B. Smith & Ronald Wardhaugh
1980 Grade 4 
Source:   SUNY Cortland: xeroxed, scanned, edited DPH 1-11-93

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He wants to please
that hawk.
He's sure
he will.
He's sure
it's going to be
his brother.

Each day
when the melons
are picked
and the wood
is chopped
and the corn
is hoed.
=Rudy =Soto gives
a long soft call
and he comes
running.

He always says:
 I'm here now,
bird.
What do you want
to do? 
He takes the bird
out of the cage
and ties the string
around its foot
and the bird sits
on his shoulder
as they walk
the desert hills.

They go down
sandy washes
and
follow
deer tracks
into canyons.

Sometimes
they sit
looking off
to
=Santos =Mountain.

Today =Leonard =Bernstein is known the
world over as a conductor, a pianist, and
a composer. He was the first musician
born in the =United =States to become music
director of the =New =York =Philharmonic
=Symphony =Orchestra. As director of the
=Philharmonic, =Leonard began giving
concerts and lectures on television. He
enjoyed sharing his love and understanding
of fine music with children. His nationally
televised =Young =People's =Concerts were
very popular. The essay you are going to
read is from one of these concerts. In =1969,
he retired as director of the =Philharmonic
to have more time for composing.



Running does not cost much money. Your
whole family can take part. Running is good for
your health. It does not take much time to run.
Running is popular for many reasons.
Main-idea sentences:
a. Your whole family can take part.
b. Running is popular for many reasons.
c. Running does not cost much money.

Read each paragraph. Find the  
main idea sentence and write it on your paper. Then
write where the sentence is found in the paragraph:
beginning, middle, or end.

 The =United =States began with only thirteen
states. The number of states grew to =thirty by
=1849. In =1958, there were =forty-eight states.
=Alaska and =Hawaii became the =forty-ninth and  
=fiftieth states. The =United =States has grown in the
past two =hundred years.

Ducks are different from geese or swans. Ducks
have shorter necks and wings. Their bills are
flatter. Ducks =quack or whistle rather than honk.

 Deep-sea divers often want to study the
sea. Recent inventions have helped sea study.
New pumps pick things off the sea floor.  
Underwater lights and cameras help divers. Special
boats explore the deep waters.



Everybody loved =Mama's gefilte fish. But I
will tell you a secret. I never put a piece of it
into my mouth.
=Mama made her gefilte fish out of carp. For
a day or two before the holidays, carp was hard
to find in the stores. All the ladies in the  
neighborhood had been buying it for their own gefilte fish.
=Mama liked to buy her carp at least a week early.
She wanted to get the nicest, fattest, shiniest one.
But =Mama knew that a dead fish sitting in the
icebox for a week would not be very good when
the time came to make it into gefilte fish.
So =Mama bought her fish live and carried it
home in a pail of water. All the way home the fish
flopped and flipped because it was too big for the
bucket. It would have died if =Mama had left it
in there.
As soon as she got home, she would call,  =Leah,
run the water in the tub. And I would put the rubber stopper in the
drain and run some cold water into the bathtub.
Then =Mama would dump the carp out of the pail
and into the tub. The carp loved it there. He was always a big
fish. But the tub was about four times as long as
he was. And there was plenty of room for him to
swim around.



Cycles are circular patterns. When a chick hatches
from an egg, grows into a chicken, lays its own egg,
and a baby chick hatches from that egg, that is a cycle.
Most natural things in life happen in cycles. Scientists
study the cycles of living things. They are curious. They
ask questions. They study and observe and find answers.
They learn how to tell fact from opinion.
In =Cycles,  you will learn how chicks hatch, and you
will read some thoughts on why dinosaurs became extinct.
You will find out where ants live and how they work. You
will find out how curiosity will help you learn things on
your own, just as a scientist learns.
As you read, think about which stories state facts.
Which state opinions? Which state both facts and opinions?
If you were a scientist, how would you determine
what is fact and what is opinion?



January =2, =1850. Next =January we shall be half through the
nineteenth century. I hope I shall live to see the next century,
but I don't want to be alive when the year =2000 comes. Some people
say the world is coming to an end then, and perhaps sooner. 

July =15, =1850.  I have not written in my diary for ever so
long. But now school has just closed for the summer, and I have
more time.  Professor =Hume teaches us natural science,
and every =Wednesday he lectures to us. One day he brought the eye
of an ox and took it all apart and showed us how it was like our
own eyes. And another time he brought an electric battery. We
joined our hands, ever so many of us, and the end girl took hold of
the handle of the battery. We all felt the shock, and it tingled.
Sometimes he talks on chemistry. Then he brings glass jars and
pours different things into them and makes beautiful colors. He
told us we could always remember the seven colors of the
rainbow by the word =vybgor.


Veteran clown =Bobby =Kay
has been in the circus for
over =50 years. To him the  
circus is home. From time to
time, =Bobby has worked as
an actor. But he has always
come back to the circus.  For
me, the circus is the happiest
life there is,  he says.
=Bobby has seen many
changes in the circus over
the years. Today the circus
moves at a faster pace than
ever before.  Everyone in
the circus must be on time, 
=Bobby says.  And our clock
is the band. It tells us when
to go on. And when we have
to be finished. And here's a
little secret. The horses get
some special help from the
band. A horse doesn't dance
to the music; the music
dances to the horse. 
=Yes, circus people are  
special. And the next time you
go to the circus, remember
that you are special, too. For
as =Bobby =Kay will tell you,
 When you come to the  
circus, you're a guest in our
home. 



style from riding them. Style in writing, I mean.
Style in everything. I did not ride for pleasure.
I rode to get somewhere, and I don't mean from
the house on =San =Benito =Avenue in =Fresno to
the =Public =Library there. I mean I rode to get
somewhere myself. I did not loaf on my bike. I
sometimes rested on it after a hard day's  
riding, on my way home to supper and sleep,  
sliding off the seat a little to the left, pedaling with
the left leg, resting the other on the saddle, and
letting the bike weave right and left easily as I
moved forward. The style I learned was this:
I learned to go and make it fast. I learned to
know at one and the same time how my bike
was going, how it was holding up, where I was,
where I would soon be, and where in all
probability I would finally be.
In the end I always went home to supper
and sleep. A man learns style from everything, but I
learned mine from things on which I moved, and
as writing is a thing which moves, I think I was
lucky to learn as I did. On the way I found out all the things  
without which I could never be the writer I am. I was
not yet sixteen when I understood a great deal,
from having ridden bicycles for so long, about
style, speed, grace, purpose, value, form,  
integrity, health, humor, music, breathing, and finally
and perhaps best of all, the relationship  
between the beginning and the end.



=Arthur again held the kite
up by the end, and =Bennie
went back to his ball of string.
This time when =Bennie began
to run, the kite went only a few
feet in the air. Once more  
=Bennie saw it jump, swing, and
bang its big nose into the
ground. He was sick with  
disappointment and worry.
They tried a third time, but
once more the kite dug into
the ground. =Bennie bit his lip
to keep back the tears.
Arthur knelt down by the
kite.  =Bennie,  he said. His
voice was so kind and gentle
=Bennie didn't dare look at him
for fear he'd cry like a baby.
 When you made the kite,
=Bennie, could there ha~e been
something you left out? Think,
now. Think hard. What could
you have left out? 
=Bennie sat down by =Arthur
and closed his eyes, trying to
remember the pictures in the
book. But try as he would, all
he could think of was the  
soaring red kite he had seen the
day he got his new sneakers.


A few weeks later, =Phillis was sick in bed with
a cold. One morning Mrs =Wheatley brought a
bowl of porridge for her breakfast. As she set the
bowl on the little table, she noticed a scrap of
paper there. She picked up the paper and asked,
 What is this, =Phillis? 
=Phillis was embarrassed.  Oh, it's nothing,
Mrs =Wheatley, nothing at all. 
 But it is, =Phillis. These are beautiful words.
Did you copy this poem from a book? 
 Oh, no, Mrs =Wheatley. I wrote it myself, but
it really isn't very good. 
 You wrote it yourself? =Phillis, this is  
remarkable. Why didn't you show it to us? 
 I was ashamed to show it to you, Mrs
=Wheatley. I actually wrote it to send to the king.
And then I decided that would be silly. Besides,
the poem isn't any good. 
 May I show it to Mr =Wheatley? 
=Phillis hesitated. Probably Mr =Wheatley would
think the poem was foolish. But she said,  =Yes,
of course.  Mrs =Wheatley did not seem to notice
her lack of enthusiasm.
That evening after supper, the whole family
came up to her room. Mr =Wheatley was holding
the poem in his hand. He looked very solemn.
=Phillis feared he was angry. Then he cleared his
throat and said,  Mrs =Wheatley tells me you wrote
this poem.



 No, said the =Nightingale.  Don't destroy the
mechanical bird. It sang the best it could for as
long as it could. As for me, I cannot live in a
palace, but I will come to visit you every night. I
will sit on a bough outside your window and sing.
With that, the =Nightingale flew away, and the
=Emperor fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, the sorrowing
servants and court attendants cam
to mourn their =Emperor, for they
had expected him to die during the
night. When they opened the door,
however, there stood the =Emperor at
a window. He turned around and
startled them with a strong and
cheery  =Good morning! 
There followed great rejoicing in
the land, for the =Emperor was well
and strong again. And every evening,
he threw open the windows of his
room to hear the lovely songs of the
=Nightingale.


=Davy held out his hand.  I bet I could make
a pet out of you,  he said.
The little bear wrinkled its nose at him
again. Then it sat down and watched =Davy. The
boy got to his feet to go over to it.
Just as he moved, =Davy heard a snort. It
was a scary sort of sound. =Davy stood very still.
He did not dare even to look around.
There was another snort. This time =Davy
looked up. A large brown bear was watching him
out of little, beady eyes. Its mouth was open. Its
big red tongue hung out.
The sight surprised =Davy so much that he
screamed. He looked around to find a place to
run. The only open space he could see was across
the rocky ledge. There were big trees on the
other side with few bushes under them.
Davy tried to slip away. The big bear started
moving, too. Davy was watching so closely he
slipped on some loose gravel. He grabbed up a
handful of the small pebbles and flung them
straight at the two bears.
The mother might have caught him then,
but the little bear whimpered. The big bear
stopped quickly and went to her baby.
=Davy, on one knee, saw the mother nuzzle
the little bear. He jumped up and ran. Under the
trees he turned to look back. The mother bear
was watching him. She was in front of the cub.
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1983)  4TH GRADE READER           MAC9834T.ASC
RHYMES AND REASONS
Source: Kutztown University (Pa.) 
xerox by LW scan by DPH   March 6, 1993 edited by Janice Mason
April 3, 1993

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 Every evening after work, =Sarah =Ida was tired.
But every morning she was ready to go back to
=Shoeshine =Corner. It wasn't that she liked shining
shoes, but things happened at the shoeshine
stand. Every customer was different. Every day
she found out something new.
 Some things she learned by herself, like how
much polish to use on a shoe. A thin coat gave
a better and quicker shine. Some things =Al told
her.  "When a customer comes here, he gets more
than a shine," he said.  "He gets to rest in a chair.
When you rub with the cloth, it feels good on his
feet. When you tie his shoelaces a little tighter,
it makes his shoes fit better. My customers go
away feeling a little better. Anyway, I hope they do." 
 One warm, cloudy afternoon, he said, "We
might as well close up." 
 "Why,"  she asked?  "It's only three o'clock." 
 "It's going to rain. Nobody gets a shine on a
rainy day." 
 He began to put away the brushes and shoe
polish. She helped him.
 "Maybe you can run home before the rain," he
said. A few big drops splashed on the sidewalk.
 "No. Too late now." 
 They sat under the little roof, out of the rain.
 "Hear that sound," he said?  "Every time I
hear rain on a tin roof, I get to thinking about
when I was a boy. We lived in an old truck



 "Yes, sir, I do," =Phillis said, "But that isn't the
way it was this time. I wanted somehow to make
=King =George see how grateful we were. This was
the only way I could think of. I know it was
foolish of me, sir. I guess I was just excited over
the celebration." 
 "I told you, =Father," =Mary said.  "=Phillis reads
and reads and reads. He uses words I don't even
know how to use." 
Mr =Wheatley cleared his throat again.  "Well,
then," he said, in that case, it's remarkable.  Have
you written any other poems?"
 "Yes, sir.  I wrote one about =Harvard =College.  
Would you like to see it?"



Mr =deVarona hurried to her and wrapped
his arms around her.  "What's the matter, honey," 
he asked?
 The answer burst out.  "I don't want to
dive, =Daddy. It scares me." 
 Her father rocked her back and forth, just
as he had done when she was a baby.  "There,
there,"  he said.  "You don't have to dive if you
don't want to. You don't have to do anything
you are afraid of." 
 Finally her sobbing stopped. Her father
dried her face and sat beside her on the bed.
 "I didn't know you felt that way about  
diving,"  he told her.  "I certainly wouldn't have
encouraged you to do it if I had known. But
you see, =Donna, you have a certain gift. I  
recognized it, and so did =Coach =McGuigan. It's
something that very few people have. Do you
understand what I'm talking about?" 
 "No," =Donna admitted.
 "I'm talking about the natural gift that you
have of a fine body and the ability to make
it move easily and gracefully. Those who have
that gift can become great athletes. Those who
don't, can't, no matter how hard they train." 
 =Donna thought about what her father was
saying, not understanding all of it.
 "That's all I have to say to you,"  he  
continued.  "We will stop the diving lessons for now."



 Embarrassed, =Danny scratched his neck. He
grinned at his grandfather who was reading a
newspaper in the breakfast nook. =Grandpa =Nomura
glanced over his spectacles. He was a small,  
formal looking man who wore black suits and bow ties. He
nodded his approval.
 =Danny sat down across from him. His grandfather
folded his newspaper neatly.  "=Yoku =nemashita =ka," 
he asked?
 "No, I didn't sleep very well,"  =Danny started to
reply. But he knew =Grandpa was less interested in
how he had slept than in how much =Japanese he had
learned in language school. He paused and fitted the
words together in his mind. Then he replied slowly:
 "=Yoku =nemurare-masen =deshita." 
 For two years =Danny had been going to language
school on =Saturdays. Just recently, the words had  
begun to come more easily to his lips. As they talked, he
slipped in some of the special polite phrases he knew
his grandparents loved. Grandpa nodded approval.
 =Carol arrived. She was a pretty nine year old with
black hair cut in a short bob. In her arms she carried
her =Siamese kitten, =Pooh.
 "Look," =Carol said.  "Pooh remembers the garden.
She wants to visit it." 



 Ranchers north of =Mexico
soon saw how useful branding
could be. There were no fences
on the range in the early days of
the =United =States. One steer or
cow looked much like the next
one. There was no way for  
anyone to prove who owned a  
particular cow, or even a whole
herd. The problem was too
often settled with blazing guns.
Branding was a better way.
Anyone could see that a steer
with a =Lazy H brand on it did
not belong to the same ranch as
one with a =Walking Tadpole
brand.
 At first, cattle branding
caused some problems.  
Sometimes several ranchers chose
the same brand. Then laws
were passed stating that all
brands had to be registered
with the state government.



Do you remember when =Nate in =The =Enormous =Egg  had
trouble remembering the name for his little dinosaur? If =Nate
had understood what the name triceratops means, he  
probably would have had less trouble remembering it. Triceratops
is a name that is based on a special characteristic of the
animal. Each part of the name triceratops comes from a
=Greek word. The word part =tri means "three"; cerat means
"horn"; and =ops means "eye or face." 

Once you know the meaning of each part, you can figure out
the meaning of the name. When you put them all together,
you get three horned face, which is what a triceratops has.

The words below are names for other animals that existed
long ago. Read the meanings of the word parts that make
up each name. Then choose the correct animal name to
complete each sentence under the pictures.


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

"I weep for you,"  the =Walrus said:
 "I deeply sympathize." 
With sobs and tears he sorted out
 Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket handkerchief
 Before his streaming eyes.

"O =Oysters,"  said the =Carpenter,
 =You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?" 
 But answer came there none, 
And this was scarcely odd, because
 They'd eaten every one.



 "It was =Spider =Woman who taught us to
weave", the =Navaho say.
 Many =hundreds of years ago, a woman looked
down into a small hole. There she saw =Spider
=Woman at work weaving a web. =Spider =Woman
taught her how to weave four different
blankets, and she said that a spider hole must
be made in all weavings.
 At first the blankets were used for robes
and dresses. Today they are rugs. Early
weavers used the natural colors of the wool, 
white, black, brown, and a gray that was a
mixture of black and white wool. Soon they
started to use other colors also. They made
lovely, soft colors from vegetable dyes.
 In all of the early blankets, the spider hole
was there. The weavers created =hundreds
of patterns, but no two were alike. A design
was never duplicated, for this would bring
bad luck. A small mistake was made in
every blanket to let the weaver's mind
escape. For in creating her design, the
weaver became a part of it. If her mind had
no way to escape, it would be caught in
the design forever.


=Rudy =Soto
dreams
of flying. 

wants
to float
on the wind,
wants
to soar
over canyons.

He doesn't see himself
some little
light winged bird
that flaps
and flutters
when it flies.
No cactus wren.
No sparrow.

He'd be
more like
a =HAWK

gliding

smoother
than anything else
in the world.
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1986)  4TH GRADE           MAC9864T.ASC
WINNING MOMENTS by Virginia A. Arnold and Carl B. Smith
Source: SUNY Cortland xerox, scan, edit by DPH February 1, 1993

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There is a kind of inventor who
wants to invent something  
simply because he or she is thrilled
by the entire idea of inventing!
The process of inventing is what
is most important. It is great fun
to think of something, draw the
plans, and build a model, get it
to work, and show it to friends
This is worth doing even if the
invention is not terribly practical.
It is a way of saying,  I'm  
something special. I'm an inventor. I
have given this thing to the



=Wham! =Wham! =Wham! All it takes to nail two
pieces of wood together is a few strong hits with a
hammer. But fastening two pieces of wood together
with a screw is a lot harder. The screw has to be
turned many times to go into the wood.
A screw has a winding edge called a thread.
The thread goes from the end nearly all the way to
the top. When you turn the screw, you wind the
thread into the wood.
Turning a screw takes more time than pounding
a nail the same size. But the winding thread of the
screw is much longer than the straight sides of the
nail. There is more of it to grip and hold the wood.
So for some jobs, a screw works better than a nail.
It holds things together more tightly than nails do.



He built a chair without a seat, 
a door that wouldn't shut,
a cooking stove that didn't heat,
a knife that couldn't cut.
He proudly crafted in his shop
a wheel that wouldn't spin,
a sweepless broom, a mopless mop,
a stringless violin.
He made a =million useless things
like clocks with missing hands,
like toothless combs and springless springs
and stretchless rubber bands.
When =Phlurk was through with something new,
he'd grin and say with glee,
 I know this does not work for you,
but ah! it works for me. 



I'll bet =Veronica and =Peter hid it,  said
=Bobbi.  That's just the kind of thing they'd do.
 Let's find it, =Jamie said, feeling pretty
good after all those blueberries.
On their hands and knees they searched
around the pole. Then =Bobbi saw something
glint in the sunshine among the flowers. It was
the punch!
=Bobbi picked it up and after tying it back
on to the flagpole, she and =Jamie punched in
on their scorecards.
Okay,  =Bobbi said.  Let's find that second
checkpoint. 
But when they got to where the checkpoint
was supposed to be, there was no flagpole. All
they found was a hole in the ground.
 Oh no!' cried =Jamie. Now they've hidden
the pole! We'll never win this race.
They began to search for the pole in the
area that bordered the lake.
 Better watch out for snakes, =Jamie, =Bobbi
warned.
Snakes?  said =Jamie. The only snakes he'd
seen were in the zoo, and most of them were
either very large or very poisonous.
Behind him =Bobbi gave a yell.
Did it get you =Jamie shouted, nearly  
falling over.
 It sure did, said =Bobbi, laughing. Lucky



=Immigration happens when there is both a push
and a pull. =American pulled people to her shores
with the promise of a better life. The dream of  
freedom and comfort was a powerful magnet. The
suffering in eastern and southern =Europe pushed
=millions to try for that better life.
The world had never seen anything like it.
From =1892 to =1914, as many as a =million  
immigrants a year came to this country. They left behind
their friends, families, and possessions. They also left
behind poverty and hunger, and a way of life that
didn't let them be free. They became the  
grandparents and great-grandparents of =100 =million
=Americans living today!

A thunder of applause exploded from the other
=Stars' fans.
=James smiled at him.  Man, when you hit, the
fans let you know about it, don't they? 
=Rabbit smiled back, feeling pleased that he had
scored.  They just want to show their appreciation, 
he said.
The =Stars were ahead for most of the game, but
in the fourth quarter the =Flyers came back and scored
four baskets in a row. The score was now =38 to =36,
=Flyers' favor. Then =Rabbit missed an easy lay-up.
 Get a ladder, =Rabbit!  yelled the smart-mouth
fan again.
Furious, =Rabbit looked at the crowd. But, in
that sea of faces, it was next to impossible to find
anyone yelling at him.
Finally the =Stars won, =51 to =43. But =Rabbit
wasn't happy. He felt he was the poorest player on
the team for sure.
He walked home alone after the game. James
was ahead of him with =Rico and =Chet.
Why wasn't he as tall as =James? Why wasn't he
really good at something, like dribbling, or shooting?
He had wished for months that he would  
become a good basketball player. Nothing else really
mattered.



A turning point for =Carl came
when he was ten years old. He
met his hero at a =Jesse =Owens
=Track =Meet. It was =Jesse =Owens
himself. =Owens was the first man
who ever won four =Olympic gold
medals in track and field. =Owens
inspired =Carl to train hard so he
could become a great track star.
Both =Carl and =Carol =Lewis are
track stars today. =Carol is a
world-class long jumper and  
runner. =Carl won four medals at the
=1984 =Summer =Olympics. Both
=Carol and =Carl =Lewis know that
good training and fitness habits
have helped them to become the
champions they are.



One afternoon in =June, when =Wilbur was
almost two months old, he wandered out into his
small yard outside the barn. =Fern had not arrived
for her usual visit. =Wilbur stood in the sun feeling
lonely and bored.
 There's never anything to do around here,  he
thought. He walked slowly to his food trough and
sniffed to see if anything had been overlooked at
lunch. He found a small strip of potato skin and
ate it. His back itched, so he leaned against the
fence and rubbed against the boards. When he tired
of this, he walked indoors, climbed to the top of
the manure pile, and sat down. He didn't feel like
going to sleep, he didn't feel like digging, he was
tired of standing still, tired of lying down.  I'm less
than two months old and I'm tired of living,  he
said. He walked out to the yard again.
 When I'm out here,  he said,  there's no place
to go but in. When I'm indoors, there's no place to
go but out in the yard. 
 That's where you're wrong, my friend,
my friend,  said a voice.
=Wilbur looked through the fence and
saw the goose standing there.



 Shut up, =Scooter!   
whispered =Henry.
 =Aw, shut up yourself!  said
=Scooter  You've got something
alive in that bag.
By this time the passengers
at the back of the bus were
staring at =Henry and his  
package. =Crackie, =crackle, crackle.
Henry tried to pat =Ribsy
through the paper. The bag
=crackled even louder. Then it
began to wiggle.
 Come on, tell us what's in
the bag,  said the fat man.
=N-n-n-nothing, stammered
=Henry.  Just something I
found. 
Maybe it's a rabbit,   
suggested one passenger.  I think
it's kicking.
 No, it's too big for a
rabbit,  said another.
=Ribsy began to whimper and
then to howl. =Crackle, =crackle,
=crackle. =Thump, =thump,
=thump. =Ribsy scratched his
way out of the bag.
 Well, I'll be doggoned! 
exclaimed the fat man and
began to laugh.  I'll be
doggoned! 
 It's just a skinny old dog, 
said =Scooter.
 He is not! He's a good dog. 
=Henry tried to keep =Ribsy
between his knees. The bus
lurched around a corner and
started to go uphill. =Henry
was thrown against the fat
man. The frightened dog
wiggled away from him, and
started for the front of the bus.
 Here, =Ribsy, old boy! Come
back here,  called =Henry and
started after him.
 A dog!  yelled the woman



The =Gila monster is a lizard less than =2 feet
 =61 centimeters  long. It is the only poisonous lizard
in the =United =States. Its poison is as dangerous as
the poison of a rattlesnake. The =Gila is called a
monster because of its terrible bite.
The =Gila monster comes out at night. It moves
slowly along the desert sands looking for birds eggs
to eat. It also feeds on rabbits and other small  
animals. The =Gila doesn't use its poison to kill small
animals. Its bite is enough.
If a person or a large animal bothers a =Gila, it
turns and snaps with the speed of an angry cat.
When the =Gila bites, its jaws clamp down hard. It
sinks its teeth deep into the victim. Poison flows
through its mouth and into the victim. Few people
are bitten by =Gilas, only those foolish enough to
handle one.
&&000 MCGUFFY'S ECLECTIC READERS  (1896)  4TH GRADE  MCG8964T.ASC
OWNED BY AMERICAN BOOK CO. by then.
Source: KUTZTOWN UNIVERSITY (Penn.) xerox by LW scan edit by DPH
March 4, 1993

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to her pale face and weak voice, that I was no
frightened at them, as cllildren usually are.  At first
it is true, I sobbed violently; but when, day after day
I returned from school, and found her the same, I
began to believe she would always be spared to me,
but they told me she would die.


 One day when I had lost my place in the class,
I came home discouraged nnd fretful. I went to my
mother's cbamber. She was paler than usual, but she
met me with the same affectionate smile that always
welcomed my return.  Alas ! when I look back
through the lapse of thirteen years, I think my heart
must have been stone not to have been melted by it.
She requested me to go downstairs and bring her a
glass of water. I pettishly asked her why she did not
call a domestic to do it. With a look of mild  
reproach, which I shall never forget if I live to be a
=hundred years old, she said,  Will not my daughter
bring a glass of water for her poor, sick mother? 

I went and brought her the water, but I did not
do it kindly. Instead of smiling, and kissing her as
I had been wont to do, I set the glass down very
quickly, and left the room. After playing a short
time, I went to bed without bidding my mother good
night; but when alone in my room, in darkness and
silence, I remembered how pale she looked, and how
her voice trembled when she said,   Will not my
daughter bring a glass of water for her poor, sick
mother?  I could not sleep. I stole into her  
chamber to ask forgiveness. She had sunk into an easy
slumber, and they told me I must not waken her.

 I did not tell anyone what troubled me, but
stole back to my bed, resolved to rise early in the
morning and tell her how sorry I was for my conduct.
The sun was shining brightly when I awoke,
and, hurrying on my clothcs, I hastened my mother's
chamber. She was dead! She never spoke more, 
never smiled upon me again; aud when I touched the
hand that used to rest upon my head in blessing, it
was so cold that it made me start.

I bowed down by her side, and =sobbed in the
bitterness of my heart. I then wished that I might
die, and be buried with her; and, old as I now
am, I would give worlds, were they mine to give,
could my mother but have lived to tell me she  
forgave my childish ingratitude. But I can not call her
back; and when I stand by her grave, and whenever
I think of her manifold kindness, the memory of that
reproachful look she gave me will bite like a serpent
and sting like an adder.



he continued.   Were I on trial for my life,
and innocent of the charge against me, I would pray
=God for such a witness as this. Let her be  
examined. 
She told her story with the simplicity of a
child, as she was; but her voice and manner carried
conviction of her truthfulness to every heart.
The lawyers asked her many perplexing  
questions, but she did not vary in the least from her first
statement.
The truth, as spoken by a little child, was  
sublime. Falsehood and perjury had preceded her  
testimony; but befGre her testimony, falsehood was scattered like
chaff.
The little child, for whom a mother had prayed
for strength to be given her to speak the truth as it
was before =God, broke the cunning device of matured
villainy to pieces, like a potter's vessel. The strength
that her mother prayed for was given her; and the
sublime and terrible simplicity,, terrible to the  
prisoner and his associates,, was like a revelation from
=God himself.
OUT from =Jerusalem
The king rode with his great
War chiefs and lords of state,
And =Sheba's queen with them.

Proud in the =Syrian sun,
In gold and purple sheen,
The dusky =Ethiop queen
Smiled on =King =Solomon.

Wisest of men, he knew
The languages of all
The creatures great or small
That trod the earth or flew.

Across an ant-hill led
The king's path, and he heard
Its =sma1l folk, and their word
He thus interpreted:

 Here comes the king men greet
As wise and good and jllSt,
To crush us in the dust
Under his heedless feet. 

The great king bowed his head,
And saw the wide surprise
Of the =Queen of =Sheba's eyes
As he told her what they said.



The ne~t d:ly,  says lle,  by =sul1rise, I w.~ in
pursuit of game, in the hope of obtainillg some  
provisions for my men. ~fter several hours fatigue, we
saw, at the turn of a hill, ~even gira~es, whicll my
pack of dogs instantly pursued. Si~ of thelll weot o~
together; I-ut the seventh, cut off by my dogs, took
another way.

I followed the =sing1e one at full spee l~ but, in
spite of the efforts of my horse, she got =80 much nhead
of me, that, in turlling a little hill, I lost sight of her
altogether, nnd I gave up the pursuit. My dogs,  
lIOWever, were not so easily e~hausted. They were soon =80
close upon her that she was obliged to stop and  
defend herself. From the noise tlley made, I conjectured
that they bad got the animal into a corner, and I
again puslled forward.

I had scarcely got round the hill, ùvhen I  
perceived her surrounded by the dogs~ :-Dd endeavoring
to drive them away by heavy kicks. In a moment I
was on my feet, and a shot from my carbine brought
her to the earth. I was delighted with my victory,
which enabled me to add to the riches of natural  
history. I was now able, also, to destroy the romance
which attached to this animal, and to establish the
truth of its e~istence. 

A =FEW years sincc, a child was lost in the woods.
He wa.s out with llis brothers and sisters gathering
berries, and was accident~lly separated from them, and
lost. The cllildrcn, nftcr looking in vain for some
time in scarch of tllc littlc wandercr, returncd, just in
the dusk of the cvcning, to inform tllcir parents that
their brothcr was lost and could not be found.
The woods, at tl-at tirmc~ wcrc full of bears. The
darkness of a cloudy nigllt was rapidly coming on, and
the alarmed fathcr, gatllcring a few of llis neigllbors,
llnstened in search of thc lost cl-ild. The motller  
remained at homc, almost distractcd with suspense.

 As thc clouds gathered, and the darkness  
incrcascd, the fatller an l the ncigrhbors, witll higllly
c~citcd fears, traverscd thc woods in nll directions,
:md raised loud =sho1lts to attract the attention of the
child. But their search was in vain. They could find
no trace of the wandcrer; alld, =f~8 tbey stood under the
boughs of the lofty trces, and Iistened, that if possible
they migllt hear llis feeblc voicc, no sound was borne
to their =e3rs but the mclallclloly moaning of the wind
as it swept =thro1lgll the thick brancllcs of tlle forest.
The gathering clonds threatened an appronching
storm, and the deep darkncss of the nigllt llad already
enveloped them. It is dil~lcult to conccive what were
the feelings of that father. And who could imagine
how deep the distress whicll filled tbe bosom of that
mother, as she heard the wind, and beheld the  
darkness in which her child was wandering!

The search was coDtinued in vain till nine o'clock
in the evening. Theu, one of thc party was sent back



The plant i~ an evergreen, and is from six to
twelve feet =1-i~sh, the =8lem being from ten to fifteen
inches in diameter. The lower branches bend down
whell the tree begins to grow old, s.nd exten l  
themselves into a round form somewhut like an umbrella;
and the wood is so pliable that the eDds of the largest
branclles may be bent down to witllin two or three
feet of thc =eart11.
=5. The bark is wl-itish and somewhat rough. A
tree is never without leaves, which are at small  
distances from one anotller, and on almost opposite sides
of a bmlgll. Blossoms nnd green and ripe fruit may
be seen on the sallle tree at the same time. Whell the
blossom falls o~, therc grows in its =p1ace a small green
fruit, whicll becomcs dark red as it ripens.
=6. Tllis fruit is not =un1ike a cherry, an l is very
good to ellt. Un-lcr thc =p1llp of this chcrly is found
the bcal- or bcrry wc call coffee, =~vrap1 c l in a fine,
thin skin. lhe berry is at first very soft, and has a
bad taste; b~lt as tlle chcrry ripclls the bcrry grows
hardcr, a, d the drie l-up fruit becomcs a shell or pod
of a deep brown color.
=7. Tbe bcrry is now solid, llnd its color is a  
translUCellt grCCII. E.lCh =SlICll =ColltaillS two sccdq, =rou1lded
on one side an l flat on tllc other. Thc s c lq lie with
the flat sidcs together, =a1ld, in one =hig111y prized
variety, the two sccds grow togethcr, fornlillg one:
this is known as the pea l erry. Whcn the fruit is so
ripe that it can be shaken from the tree, the husks
are separated from the berries, and are used, in
=Arabia, by the natives, =wl1ile the berries are sold.
=8. The young plants are inserted in holes from
twelve to eighteen inches deep, and =8iX or eight feet
apart. If left to themselves, they would grow to the
=heig11t of eighteen or t~VCIlty fcet; I =1lt thcy arc =nR1lally
=Iwarfed by prullillg, so tbat the fruit may bc easily
~ot at by the gathcrer.
=9. Thus dwarfcd, they cxtcnd their branclles utltil
tlley cover the whole ~p~loe al-out tllem. Thcy bcgin
to yield fruit thc thir l ycar. l~y tl-c sixth or seventh
~ear they are at filll bcaring, alld contilluc to bcar for
t~venty years or morc.
=10. Before thc bcrry cun bc used, it undergocs a
l rocess of roasting. Thc amount of aromatic oil
brought out in roasting has IIIIICII to do =Witll the
=Inarket vsllue of coffee, and it has been found that
the longer the raw co~ec is kept, the richer it be
comes in this pcculiar oil, and so the more valuable.
But after the coifee is roasted, nn l efipecially aftcr it
is ground, it loses its aroma ral idly.
=11. ~rabia pro =l11  cs thc cclcbratcd =Mocha, or
  =Mokha,  coffee, wbicll is the finest in thc world;
but littlc or none of the best product is ever taken
out of that country. rbe =Java coffee from the =East
=Indies is next prize l, Inlt thc best quality of tbis
kind is also =q1lite =di~ic1llt to obtain, an l many,  
tl-erefore, prefcr the fincst grades of =Rio cof~ee from =Sout11
=American to such =~Iocln1 an l =Java as can be ha l in
our countly.

= Litt1e friends,  she said,  I wish I knew
=How it is you thrive on sun and dew! 
=And this is the story the berries told
=To little =Pearl =Honeydew, six years old.

~'You wish you knew? And =80 do we.
But we can't tell you, unless it be
=That the same =Kind =Power that curcs for you
=Takes care of poor little berries, too.

 Tucked up snugly, and nestled below
=Our coverlid of wind-woven snow,
=We peep and listen, all winter long,
=For the first spring day and the bluebird's song.

  =When the swallows fly home to the old brown
shed,
=And the robins build on the bough overhead,
=Then out from the mold, from the darkness and
cold,
=Blossom and runner and leaf unfold.

~'Good children, then, if they come near,
=And hearken a good long while, may bear
=A wonderful tramping of little feet,, 
=So fast we grow in the summer heat.

  =Our clocks are the fiowers; and they count the
hours
=Till we can mellow in =s1ms and showers,
=With warmth of the west wind and heat of the
south,
=A ripe red berry for a ripe red mouth
 =Apple blooms whiten, and peach blooms fall,
=And roses are gay by the garden wall,
=Ere the daisy's dial give~ the sign
=That we may invite little =Pearl to dine.

 The days are longest, the month =i8 aune,
=The year is nearing its golden noon,
=The weather is fine, and our feast is spr~a l
=With a green cloth and berries red.

 Just take us betwixt your finger and thumb,, 
=And quick, oh, quick! for, see! there come
=Tom on all fours, and =Martin the man,
=And =Margaret, picking as fast as they can.

 Oh, dear! if you only knew how it shocks
=Nice bcrries likc =U8 to be sold by the box,
=And eaten by strangers, and paid for with pelf,
=You would surely take pity, and eat us  
yourself l  
=And this is thc story the small lips told
=To dear =Pearl =Honeydew, six years old,
=When she laid her head on the strawberry bed
=To hear what the red-cheeked berries said.

=2.  Ah! now, how awkward you are!  said the little
fellow.   It was your fault entirely,  answered his  
sister.  Try again, children,  said I.
=3. Lucy once more took up the kite. But now =John
was in too great a hurry; he ran off =80 sudden y that
he twitched the kite out of her hand, and it fell ~at as
before.  Well, who is to blame now?  asked =Lucy.
 Try again,  said I.
=4. They did, and with more care; but a side wind
coming ~uddenly, as =Lucy let go the kite, it was blown
against some shrubs, and the tail became entangled in a
moment, leaving the poor kite hanging with its head
downward.
=6.  There, there!  e~claimed =John,  that comes of
your throwing it all to one side.   =As if I could
make the wind blow straight,  said =Lucy. In tbe
meantime, I went to the kite's assistance; and having
di~engaged the long tail, I rolled it up, saying,  =Come,
children, there are too many tree~ here; let =U9 find a
more open space, and then try again. 
=6. We presently found a nice grassplot, at one side of
which I took my stand; and all things beiog prepared,
=I tossed the kite up just a~ littlc =John ran off. It rose
with all the dignity of a balloon, and promi~ed a lofty
flight; but =John, delighted to find it pulling =80 hard at
the string, stopped short to look upward and admire.
The string ~lackencd, the kite wavered, and, the wind
not being very favorable, down came the kite to the
grass.  O =John, you should not have stopped,  said I.
 However, try again. 
=7.  I won't try any more,  replied he, rather  
sullenly.  It is of no use, you see. The kite won't fly,
aDd I don't want to be plagued with it any longer. 
 =Oh~ fie, my little mau! would you give up the sport,
after all the pains we have taken both to make and to
fly the kite? A few disappointments ought notto  
 liscourage us. Come, I have wound up your string, an l
now try again. 
=8. And he did try, and succeeded, for the kite was
carried upward on the breeze as lightly as a feather;
and when the string was all out, =John stood in great
delight, holding fast the stick and gazing on the kite,
which now seemed like a little white speck in the blue
sky.   =Look, look, aunt,  IOW high it flies! and it
=pul1~ like a team of horses, so that I can hardly hold
it. I wish I had a mile of string: I am sure it would
go to the end of it. 
=9. After enjoying the sight as long as he pleased,
little =John proceeded to roll up the string slowly; and
when the kite fell, he took it up with great glee,  
saying that it was not at all hurt, and that it had  
behaved very well.  Shall we come out to-morro~v, aunt,
after lessons, and try again? 
=10.  I have no objection, my dear, if the weather
is fine. And now, as we walk home, tell me what
you have learned from your morning's sport.    I
have learned to fly my kite properly.    =You may
thank aunt for it, brother,  said =Lucy,   for you ~vould
have given it up long ago, if she had not persuaded
you to try again. 
=I l.   =Yes, dcar chil =lre1l, I wish to tcach you the
value of perseverancc, even when nothing more  
depends upon it than the flying of a kite. Whenever
you fail in your attempts to do any good thing, let
your motto be,, try again. 

&&000 OPEN COURT  (1985)  4TH GRADE            OPN9854T.ASC
BURNING BRIGHT by Zena Sutherland  Level H
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 Not much,  admitted Mrs =Quimby,  but your father
was given two weeks pay. 
=Ramona looked at the list she had begun so happily
and wondered how much the presents she had listed
would cost. Too much, she knew. Mice were free if you
knew the right person, the owner of a mother mouse, so
she might get some mice.
Slowly =Ramona crossed out ginny pig and the other
presents she had listed. As she made black lines through
each item, she thought about her family. She did not
want her father to be worried, her mother sad, or her
sister cross. She wanted her whole family, including their
cat, =Picky-picky, to be happy.
Ramona studied her crayons, chose a pinky red one
because it seemed the happiest color, and printed one
more item on her =Christmas list to make up for all she
had crossed out. One happy family. Beside the words she
drew four smiling faces and beside them the face of a
yellow cat, also smiling.



jumped on her own horse, seized the prince's reins, and
away they went like the wind.
They had not gone far when they heard a tremendous
thumping. =Petronella looked back. A dark cloud rose behind
them, and beneath it she saw the enchanter. He was running
with great strides, faster than the horses could go.
=Petronella desperately pulled out the comb. And because
she didn't know what else to do with it, she threw it on the
ground. At once a forest rose up. The trees were so thick that
no one could get between them.



There are many birch trees on the
path to the place on the lake where
=Aunt =Rose launched her boat.
=Grandma says the place was an old
=Indian campsite and that not
everybody knows about it. She says
she remembers when they used
to camp there before white people
harvested wild rice or made rules
about it.
The old =Chippewa used the bark
from the white birch trees to make
canoes, to cover their wigwams,
and for rice trays and sugar
baskets. They knew how to strip the
bark without killing the trees.
Grandma says she used to watch
my great-grandfather making
canoes. She says everybody who
knew how to make them is probably
dead, and besides, it's hard to get
the wood. That's why they don't
make them now.
It rained the first day of ricing. But
=Aunt =Rose said that that wouldn't
make any difference. Everybody got
up early. We saw many cars with
boats on top. Each time a car went
by, =Grandma said,  =There goes an
=Indian to rice.  =Only people who live
on the reservation are allowed to
rice.



came to fix the road so that cars could come in. And best
of all, my father and =Andreas's father came home. They
got jobs on the road, and later at the dig.
The archaeologists said it was a good dig, because
they found things that showed how the people
lived, tools and pottery and even some bits of cloth and
basketwork.
They worked most of the winter, until it was time for
planting again. =Andreas and I worked there too, when we
were not in school. We carried water to the diggers, and
helped them carry away dirt. I learned the right way to
dig, very carefully so as not to spoil anything, but to
uncover everything just as it lay in the earth. I like this
work. I hope the diggers will come back. Maybe when I
grow up I'll be an archaeologist.



One day, when the rice was harvested and the days were
growing cold, the mayor of =Sugi =Village made an
announcement at school.
=Harrumph,   he said, clearing his throat.  There will be
a kite flying contest on the banks of the river on =New =Year's
=Day. There will be a prize for the best and most beautiful
kite.  Then he tapped his head as though his top hat were
sitting on it and added,  I shall be the judge. 
=Sumi's hand flew up.  Can girls enter?  she asked.
 Why not?  the mayor said.  The contest is open to all
the children of the village. 
At last, a chance to win a prize! Sumi was very good at
folding paper cranes and flowers. She was sure she could
make a good kite with a little help from =Father. She would
make the most beautiful kite in all the village and she would
win the prize. The more she thought of it, the more =Sumi felt
she could win.
There was one problem, however, and that was her
brother =Taro. He would enter the contest too and if =Father
helped him as well, his kite would be better, for they had
made many beautiful kites together. Sumi was worried, but
that night =Taro gave her a nice surprise.



 You don't want that, =Sister,  Mr =Freeman said.  It's
probably got paper lice all over it. 
 You can spray it, can't you? 
 Now, =Sister,  her mother said,  =Cle wants to keep
that. What in the world you want it for? 
 I don't know. Yet. But I'll think of something. Please,
=Daddy? You can take out the paper you wrote on. 
 Well 
 Please, =Daddy? 
 Sure, honey, you can have it. 
=Doretha didn't have any idea what she would do with
the book. But it was so old and ugly and beautiful that
she had to have it. She took it to bed with her every
night, and in a few days she knew how she would use it.
 =Mama,  she said one morning,  how do you spell
memories? 



I'm going to pet a worm today
I'm going to pet a worm, don't say
Don't pet a worm, I'm doing it soon, 
=Emily's coming this afternoon!
And you know what she'll probably say
I touched a mouse or
I held a snake or
I felt a dead bird's wing     
And she'll turn to me with a kind of smile 
What did you do that's interesting?
This time
I am
Going to say
Why, =Emily, you should have seen me
pet a worm today !
And I'll tell her he stretched and he shrunk like
And I got a chill and it felt fantastic
And I'll see her smile fade away when she
Wishes that moment she could be me!

Mr =Breton baked a special batch of gingerbread, packed
it in parcels, and tied the parcels with string so the moose
could hang them from his antlers. When the moose came
downstairs, Mr =Breton was sitting in the kitchen, drinking
coffee. The parcels of gingerbread were on the kitchen table.
 Do you want a bowl of coffee before you go?  Mr
=Breton asked.
 Thank you,  said the moose.
 I shall certainly miss you,  Mr =Breton said.
 Thank you,  said the moose.
 You are my best friend,  said Mr =Breton.
 Thank you,  said the moose.
 Do you suppose you'll ever come back?  asked Mr
=Breton.
 Not before =Thursday or =Friday,  said the moose.  It
would be impolite to visit my uncle for less than a week. 
The moose hooked his antlers into the loops of string on the
parcels of gingerbread.  My uncle will like this.  =He stood
up and turned toward the door.
 Wait!  Mr =Breton shouted.  Do you mean that you are
not leaving forever? I thought you were lonely for the life of
a wild moose. I thought you wanted to go back to the wild,
free places. 
 Chef, do you have any idea how cold it gets in the wild,
free places?  the moose said.  And the food! Terrible! 
 Have a nice time at your uncle's,  said Mr =Breton.
 I'll send you a postcard,  said the moose.



Now a coelacanth had been found alive! How excited
the whole world was when the new  living fossil  
discovered. People read about it in the newspapers.
Scientists knew there must be more coelacanths. They
offered a big reward to any fisherman who caught another
one.
Fishermen fished and fished. They looked and looked.
Even divers searched for coelacanths. It took fourteen
years to find the second one. Later, more were found. So
far, about =thirty coelacanths have been fished out of the
sea.
Now scientists were able to study the fish and learn
more about it. In doing so, they learned more about the
past.
The coelacanth is a fish in the family of
crossopterygians. Crossopterygians are different from all
other fish, they are the only fish with fins like paddles.
There are two groups of crossopterygians, the
coelacanths and the rhipidistians.
Scientists knew that when land began to form, some
ancient fish grew legs. The fish learned to breathe air and
to walk on dry land. Scientists now know that the paddles
of the crossopterygians were the start of legs.
The rhipidistians grew into the first amphibians.
Amphibians are animals that live on land as well as water.
Frogs and toads are amphibians.
But the coelacanth never lived on dry land. It stayed in
the water. Its fins did not turn into legs. Scientists have
found that the coelacanth looks just the way it did =millions
of years ago, except that today it is bigger.
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and starting down the mountain toward the river.
Here the trees were all hardwoods, and the sun
shone brightly through the bare branches. A  
chickadee scolded =Daniel from a nearby tree.
=Daniel saw tiny ruffed grouse tracks everywhere.
The grouse had come to the hardwoods to eat the
buds off birch trees. Suddenly there was a  
thundering rush, a wild flutter of wings. =Daniel stopped.
Grouse were flying everywhere, weaving crazily  
between the trees. One bird flew right at him. He
threw his hands up in front of his face. Then the
bird was gone.
Soon =Daniel was down the mountain. =Otter
=River was before him. He could see the  
snowcovered camp on the other side.

THE FAR SIDE OF OTTER RIVER
=Daniel walked up and down the riverbank  
looking for a place to cross. He knew that where the
river ran still and deep the ice would be the thickest.
There was a place like that about a =hundred yards
upstream, but the river looked safe here, too, and it
wasn't quite so wide. =Daniel took off his snowshoes.
If he fell through with them on, his feet would be
trapped under the ice. He stepped out onto the river
and jumped up and down a couple of times. The ice
was solid. He started across.
When he was almost to the far shore, he heard
a loud, thundering crack begin near him and shoot



thinner and more pleasant.
 Don't say that!  groaned =Wilbur.  Please don't
say things like that! 
 Why not? It's true, and I have to say what is
true. I am not entirely happy about my diet of flies
and bugs, but it's the way I'm made. A spider has to
pick up a living somehow or other, and I happen to
be a trapper. I just naturally build a web and trap
flies and other insects. My mother was a trapper  
before me. Her mother was a trapper before her. All
our family have been trappers. Way back for  
=thousands and =thousands of years we spiders have been
laying for flies and bugs. 
 It's a miserable inheritance,  said =Wilbur,
gloomily. He was sad because his new friend was so
bloodthirsty.
 Yes, it is,  agreed =Charlotte.  But I can't help
it. I don't know how the first spider in the early
days of the world happened to think up this fancy
idea of spinning a web, but she did, and it was
clever of her, too. And since then, all of us spiders
have had to work the same trick. It's not a bad
pitch, on the whole. 
 It's cruel,  replied =Wilbur, who did not intend
to be argued out of his position.
 Well, you can't talk,  said =Charlotte.  You
have your meals brought to you in a pail. Nobody
feeds me. I have to get my own living. I live by my
wits. I have to be sharp and clever, lest I go hungry.

=Cassie =Binegar  whose name rhymes with vinegar 
hates l~er new home. The house is big, it is right by the
ocean, it is surrounded by guest cottages, but in all this
space there is no place that =Cassie can call her own.
Trying to find her own private space, =Cassie gets into
the habit of sitting under the dining room table. Hidden
by the long tablecloth, she listens in secret to family
conversations. It is from this secret place that =Cassie
gets her first glimpse of the writer, who will be staying
in one of the guest cottages while he works on his new
book. Cassie sees the writer again a few days later when
he moves into the cottage.

The first thing the writer did when he arrived
was to put up a small bird feeder. He hung it from
the porch hook and filled it with sunflower seeds.
=Cassie saw this from her perch up a small tree
nearby. She had not meant to be up the tree when
he arrived. It had just happened. And now there
was no coming down until he left.

=Cassie's mother walked up the path and into the
hidden yard where the small cottage stood.
 Is everything all right?  she called to him.
 Fine.  =He turned and smiled at her.  First
things first. I'm feeding the birds. 
 Come for dinner tonight,  said =Cassie's mother.
 You can meet everyone. Then we'll leave you on
your own. 
=Cassie's mother went off again, humming to



MRS =BIRD: And what does he
need those things for?
MRS =BROWN: I shudder to
think.
=PADDINGTON  coming back
suddenly again : There's just
one more thing.
MRS =BIRD  wearily : Yes,
=Paddington?
=PADDINGTON: I wonder if I
could take my lunch to my
room today. I'm not very
hungry at the moment, and I
may feel like a marmalade
sandwich later.
MRS =BROWN: Here you are,
all ready and waiting for
you.  She hands him the
sandwiches on a plate. 
=PADDINGTON: Thank you very
much.  He goes offas Mrs
=Brown and Mrs =Bird shake
their heads in amazement.
After a moment they go off,
too. 
 Blackout. After a moment the
alarm clock sounds in the
distance. 
=Paddington yawns as he enters. 
=PADDINGTON: Midnight, that s
the best time to catch  
criminals.  He switches on his
flashlight and shines it
through the window. 
Nothing there, but I'd better
be prepared.  He puts on his
beard, overcoat, and hat and
picks up his case. 
I'll go and hide in the  
greenhouse.
 He goes off. A moment
later, a shadowy figure  
appears at the front of the
stage. He is carrying a  
lantern, but is muf~ed up in a
scarf so we don't see his
face. As he reaches the front
door, =Paddington comes
along carrying the  
clothesline and pillowcase. The  
figure walks away and  
=Paddington creeps up behind
him. The figure turns round
suddenly, but =Paddington
ducks and isn't noticed. The
next time the figure turns
away =Paddington seizes his
opportunity, pops the  
pillow

=Melindy is very proud of her family. Her  
greatgrandfather, her grandfather, and her father have all
received medals for bravery. They fought in the =Civil =War,
=Spanish-American =War, and =World =War1.  =Melindy hopes
that someday she will win a medal for bravery as well.
Nothing really extra-special
happened in school for the first
month. =Melindy did get a little
better in her numbers, and
Miss =Krumm, the piano teacher,
gave her a new classical piece
to learn, and in assembly she
played the  =Tramp, =Tramp,
=Tramp  fire drill music twice.
But one day at school  
=Melindy felt funny. Somehow she
couldn't pay attention to  
anything Miss =Johnson said. She
mixed up her numbers worse
than ever and she thought,
once, that Miss =Johnson was
looking at her in a peculiar
way. And after that, in the  
afternoon, her head began to
hurt like anything.
Just as the children got up to
march out to the assembly
room, Miss =Johnson  
said, Come here =Melindy.  She put
her hand on =Melindy's head
and said,  I think you're sick,
=Melindy, and I want you to go
right home. 
Then, even before =Melindy
could get out her  
 Oh please Miss =Johnson,  Miss =Johnson
said,  Now, don't argue with
me. Just go along, =Melindy. 
And Miss =Johnson and the
class marched off to assembly.
=Melindy was left all alone in
the schoolroom, and she felt
very sorry for herself. She
couldn't help thinking that it
would have been bad enough
to have to stay home  
altogether. But to go to school and



it was before I was born, and
your grandfather was just a
few years older than yourself,
maybe seventeen or eighteen at
the most. The winters were
long on an island without a
bridge, especially when it was
the kind of winter cold enough
to ice the channel but not cold
enough to make the ice safe
for walking across to the
mainland. Too thin for feet,
too thick for canoes. Well,
=March came, and the ice
started to break right up, and
your grandfather was sure that
his charts from the =Survey  
=Department had come. He
wanted to pick them up. 
The ones for his trip out
the Street =Lawrence and around
the =Gaspe =Peninsula? 
Yes. He'd dreamed of it all
winter. He ordered the charts
just after =Christmas, so he was
sure they had arrived. That
first morning when the ice had
just cleared off, no sooner, a
herd of low, dark clouds came
in, and the water became
choppy. My grandfather, your
great-grandfather, said,
Looks like a =Northeaster,
=Pete. You going? And your
grandfather, his son, said he
thought he could make it
across and back before  
anything got nasty. 
 He let him go? 
 Yes. 
 Did he warn him or
anything? 
 He asked him if he was
going. 
 So he just let him go like
that? 
 Yes. 
 What happened? 
 He made it across fine, but
on the way back the wind
started to build really fast, and
by the time he was halfway
across, the channel was boiling
white-tops of waves blowing
right off. My dad was  
paddling along. If he'd turned
around to go back, he would
have been caught on the side


weeks in =May, a special train would come through.
It had two white flags flying on the locomotive, and
it was carrying one =hundred carloads of white  
potatoes that had been grown down near =Pamlico
=Sound. Everybody said the soil there was so rich
they didn't even have to fertilize it.
The train station was a gathering place, too. A
lot of people went there to relax after they had
finished their work for the day. They'd come  
downtown to pick up their mail, or buy a newspaper, and
then they'd just stand around laughing and talking
to their friends. And on =Sundays fellows and their
girls would come all the way from other towns, just
to spend the afternoon at the =Parmele train station.

quite sure that she never looked anything else.
=Mary =Poppins walked down the garden path and
opened the gate. Once outside in the lane, she set
off walking very quickly, as if she were afraid the  
afternoon would run away from her if she didn't keep
up with it. At the corner she turned to the right and
then to the left, nodded haughtily to the police  
officer, who said it was a nice day, and by that time she
felt that her =Day =Out had begun.
She stopped beside an empty motorcar in order to
put her hat straight with the help of the windscreen,
in which it was reflected, then she smoothed down
her frock and tucked her umbrella more securely  
under her arm so that the handle, or rather the parrot,
could be seen by everybody. After these preparations
she went forward to meet the =Match-Man.
Now, the =Match-Man had two professions. He not
only sold matches like any ordinary match-man, but
he drew pavement pictures as well. He did these
things turnabout according to the weather. If it was
wet, he sold matches because the rain would have
washed away his pictures if he had painted them. If it
was fine, he was on his knees all day, making  
pictures in colored chalks on the sidewalks, and doing
them so quickly that often you would find he had
painted up one side of a street and down the other
almost before you'd had ffme to come round the
corner.
On this particular day, which was fine but cold, he



=Honor is a sense of what is right that goes
beyond simple fairness. In this story, a boy and a man
compete for a much-needed prize, and it is honor that
decides the outcome.
Who wins the prize? What role does honor play in
the winning?
=Willy's grandfather has been sick for weeks. He lies
in bed, not able to sit up or even to speak. Doc =Smith
can find nothing wrong with him.
While looking for money to buy supplies,  
ten-yearold =Willy discovers a notice from the tax collector
=Grandfather owes five =hundred dollars in back taxes! If
the taxes are not paid, =Grandfather and =Willy will lose
the farm.
The =National =Dogsled =Races are =Willy's only hope.
First prize is five =hundred dollars, exactly the amount
needed to save the farm. But to win, =Willy and his dog,
=Searchlight, must race against =Stone =Fox and his team of
well-trained sled dogs. Stone =Fox has never lost a race,
and he wants to win this one as badly as =Willy does.
Stone =Fox plans to use the prize money to buy land for
his people, the =Shoshone.
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00001 111 Sometimes when you read, you will come across words that look
00002 111 familar but whose meaning you don't understand or can't think of
00003 111 right away. When this happens, use the rest of the sentence or the
00004 111 paragraph to give you clues.  These context clues will help you
00005 111 figure out the meanings of such words.  As you read the story below,
00006 111 watch for words with more than one meaning.  Sometimes I have a 
00007 111 hard time talking to Aunt =Vicki and Uncle =Bert. Why? Because they
00008 111 tease me with words. They act as if they don't know what I mean
00009 111 when I use words that have more than one meaning. One night at 
00010 111 dinner, I asked Uncle =Bert for a roll. He went to the kitchen
00011 111 and came back with a roll of paper towels.

00012 111 =Emily lived with her father, =John, not far from =Columbia, South
00013 111 Carolina.  In =1775 the war against England broke out and the 
00014 111 =Geigers were on the patriot side. =JohnGeiger was ill and could not
00015 111 join the American forces, but his teen-aged daughter =Emily was 
00016 111 healthy and strong. She was eager to do something for the American
00017 111 cause. in =1781 her chance came. =Emily heard that the great 
00018 111 General =Greene, whose headquarters were not far from home, had to
00019 111 send an important message. It was to go to General =Sumpter, who
00020 111 was in =Watersee swamp.

00021 111 =Socks sat down and looked up at Mrs =Risley. He had love in his 
00022 111 eyes. Here at last was a true admirer, his first since the baby
00023 111 had arrived. =CharlesWilliam has had his supper, said Mrs =Bricker.
00024 111 She did not trust a stranger to feed her baby. But he will want a
00025 111 bottle when he goes down for the night. He's big enough to hold his
00026 111 own bottle now. And what about =Skeezix, asked Mrs =Risley? What do 
00027 111 I feed him? He's been fed, answered Mrs =Bricker with her eyes
00028 111 on her son. And don't let him tell you he hasn't. He's quite a 
00029 111 beggar. For a while he was getting too fat. For your supper 
00030 111 there is@ Oh don't worry about me, said Mrs =Risley.

00031 111 Stamp collecting can be profitable, too. You might be lucky and
00032 111 find a rare stamp. In =1918 one collector bought a sheet of air mail
00033 111 stamps. Then it was discovered that the planes on them were printed
00034 111 upside down. in =1974 one of these air mail stamps sold for 
00035 111 =$47,000! 
00036 111    I was sitting on the riverbank, feeling very unhappy. My wet
00037 111 clothers are in a heap next to me. I'm wrapped in =Dad's warm, dry
00038 111 blanket. But I still feel damp. I wish I had never gone fishing 
00039 111 today. Two hours ago I was standing on top of a small rock by the 
00040 111 river, fishing. I was waiting for a fish to bite. =Dad was nearby.
00041 111 Then it happened. I felt a tug on the line. I thought I had a fish. 
00042 111 I got excited and lost my footing.

00043 111 She was so busy thinking that she was unaware of thick muddy clouds
00044 111 that blocked out the sun. Nor did she hear the menacing rumble of
00045 111 thunder. She was almost knocked off the doorstep when a sudden gust
00046 111 of wind drove torrents of rain against her face. She leaped into 
00047 111 the house and slammed the door. She went to the window to look
00048 111 at =BlueRock, but she could see nothing through the grey ribbed 
00049 111 curtain of rain. She wondered where =Thomas was.

00050 111 If the ostrich can't fly, and penguins and chicken's can't fly, 
00051 111 what makes them birds? Are they birds because they have wings?
00052 111 Birds have wings, all right. But look at a fly flying around. You 
00053 111 can see its winds. And dragonflies and butterflies and bees have 
00054 111 wings too. Not all insects have wings. But those that fly do have
00055 111 wings. Anything that flies has to have wings. Then what about a
00056 111 chicken and an ostrich? They have wings, but do not fly. Why?
00057 111 Their wings are too small to lift their bodies up in the air. The
00058 111 penguin's little wings are too small to lift their bodies in the
00059 111 air. The penguin's wings are like flippers. 

00060 111 The blue sky was like a roof. That roof covered all of =Benny's
00061 111 Alaska at night. =Benny enjoyed the outdoors. In the summertime
00062 111 the children often went on picnics. They would go to the mountains
00063 111 and picnic by the side of gentle streams. =Benny liked to swim, even
00064 111 though the water was often very cold.  One day during the summer
00065 111 a kind man took =Benny on a fishing trip with him. Almost at once
00066 111 =Benny caught a big silver fish. It was so big that there was enough
00067 111 for everyone at =Benny's home to eat for supper. Everyone said
00068 111 it was very good.  =Benny was so happy he could hardly sleep that
00069 111 night. He lay awake looking at the stars. He was dreaming his dream
00070 111 of having his own fishing boat.

00071 111 The first marathon in the UnitedStates took place almost one hundred
00072 111 years ago. It was held in NewYork city. The year was =1896. Another 
00073 111 marathon was run in that same year in Boston. But these races did 
00074 111 not get a lot of attention at the time. There were not many runners
00075 111 then. And only a few were willing, or able, to run a race of more 
00076 111 than =26 miles.   But in recent years jogging as become a very 
00077 111 popular sport. People who at one time could barely run a few yards
00078 111 to catch their morning bus are now jogging. Many people run one or 
00079 111 two miles a day. Some run five miles, even ten miles a day.

00080 111 This rising warm air is called a thermal.   A glider needs thermals
00081 111 to stay in the air a long time. It rides up to the top of a
00082 111 thermal. Then it flies down. If it meets another thermal, it rides 
00083 111 to the top of that one. Then it flies down until it meets another
00084 111 one. Eagles and hawks glide and fly in much the same way. It's 
00085 111 somewhat like riding up and down a roller coaster. Only you see the
00086 111 roller coaster.   Good gliding depends on good thermals. But they 
00087 111 cannot be seen. So, how can a pilot spot them? As warm air rises
00088 111 into cooler air, it sometimes forms culumlus clouds. These are 
00089 111 white and puffy like giant cauliflowers. When pilots see a cumulus
00090 111 cloud, they know a thermal is there.

00091 111    This time =Henry rmemebered a dime. Both hands were full, so held
00092 111 the dime with his teeth and stood behind the woman with the big 
00093 111 apples. =Risby wiggled and whined, even though =Henry tried to pet 
00094 111 him through the paper. When the bus stopped, he climbed on behind 
00095 111 the lady, quickly set the bag down, dropped his dime into the slot,
00096 111 picked up his bag, and squirmed through the bus to a seat beside
00097 111 a fat man near the back of the bus. =Whew, =Henry sighed with 
00098 111 relief. The driver was the same one he had met on the first bus.
00099 111 But =Ribs was on the bus at last.  Now if he could only keep him
00100 111 quiet for fifteen minutes, they would be home, and =Ribsy would
00101 111 be his for keeps.
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00001 111 Sometimes when you read, you will come across words that look
00002 111 familar but whose meaning you don't understand or can't think of
00003 111 right away. When this happens, use the rest of the sentence or the
00004 111 paragraph to give you clues.  These context clues will help you
00005 111 figure out the meanings of such words.  As you read the story below,
00006 111 watch for words with more than one meaning.  Sometimes I have a 
00007 111 hard time talking to Aunt =Vicki and Uncle =Bert. Why? Because they
00008 111 tease me with words. They act as if they don't know what I mean
00009 111 when I use words that have more than one meaning. One night at 
00010 111 dinner, I asked Uncle =Bert for a roll. He went to the kitchen
00011 111 and came back with a roll of paper towels.

00012 111 =Emily lived with her father, =John, not far from =Columbia, South
00013 111 Carolina.  In =1775 the war against England broke out and the 
00014 111 =Geigers were on the patriot side. =JohnGeiger was ill and could not
00015 111 join the American forces, but his teen-aged daughter =Emily was 
00016 111 healthy and strong. She was eager to do something for the American
00017 111 cause. in =1781 her chance came. =Emily heard that the great 
00018 111 General =Greene, whose headquarters were not far from home, had to
00019 111 send an important message. It was to go to General =Sumpter, who
00020 111 was in =Watersee swamp.

00021 111 =Socks sat down and looked up at Mrs =Risley. He had love in his 
00022 111 eyes. Here at last was a true admirer, his first since the baby
00023 111 had arrived. =CharlesWilliam has had his supper, said Mrs =Bricker.
00024 111 She did not trust a stranger to feed her baby. But he will want a
00025 111 bottle when he goes down for the night. He's big enough to hold his
00026 111 own bottle now. And what about =Skeezix, asked Mrs =Risley? What do 
00027 111 I feed him? He's been fed, answered Mrs =Bricker with her eyes
00028 111 on her son. And don't let him tell you he hasn't. He's quite a 
00029 111 beggar. For a while he was getting too fat. For your supper 
00030 111 there is@ Oh don't worry about me, said Mrs =Risley.

00031 111 Stamp collecting can be profitable, too. You might be lucky and
00032 111 find a rare stamp. In =1918 one collector bought a sheet of air mail
00033 111 stamps. Then it was discovered that the planes on them were printed
00034 111 upside down. in =1974 one of these air mail stamps sold for 
00035 111 =$47,000! 
00036 111    I was sitting on the riverbank, feeling very unhappy. My wet
00037 111 clothers are in a heap next to me. I'm wrapped in =Dad's warm, dry
00038 111 blanket. But I still feel damp. I wish I had never gone fishing 
00039 111 today. Two hours ago I was standing on top of a small rock by the 
00040 111 river, fishing. I was waiting for a fish to bite. =Dad was nearby.
00041 111 Then it happened. I felt a tug on the line. I thought I had a fish. 
00042 111 I got excited and lost my footing.

00043 111 She was so busy thinking that she was unaware of thick muddy clouds
00044 111 that blocked out the sun. Nor did she hear the menacing rumble of
00045 111 thunder. She was almost knocked off the doorstep when a sudden gust
00046 111 of wind drove torrents of rain against her face. She leaped into 
00047 111 the house and slammed the door. She went to the window to look
00048 111 at =BlueRock, but she could see nothing through the grey ribbed 
00049 111 curtain of rain. She wondered where =Thomas was.

00050 111 If the ostrich can't fly, and penguins and chicken's can't fly, 
00051 111 what makes them birds? Are they birds because they have wings?
00052 111 Birds have wings, all right. But look at a fly flying around. You 
00053 111 can see its winds. And dragonflies and butterflies and bees have 
00054 111 wings too. Not all insects have wings. But those that fly do have
00055 111 wings. Anything that flies has to have wings. Then what about a
00056 111 chicken and an ostrich? They have wings, but do not fly. Why?
00057 111 Their wings are too small to lift their bodies up in the air. The
00058 111 penguin's little wings are too small to lift their bodies in the
00059 111 air. The penguin's wings are like flippers. 

00060 111 The blue sky was like a roof. That roof covered all of =Benny's
00061 111 Alaska at night. =Benny enjoyed the outdoors. In the summertime
00062 111 the children often went on picnics. They would go to the mountains
00063 111 and picnic by the side of gentle streams. =Benny liked to swim, even
00064 111 though the water was often very cold.  One day during the summer
00065 111 a kind man took =Benny on a fishing trip with him. Almost at once
00066 111 =Benny caught a big silver fish. It was so big that there was enough
00067 111 for everyone at =Benny's home to eat for supper. Everyone said
00068 111 it was very good.  =Benny was so happy he could hardly sleep that
00069 111 night. He lay awake looking at the stars. He was dreaming his dream
00070 111 of having his own fishing boat.

00071 111 The first marathon in the UnitedStates took place almost one hundred
00072 111 years ago. It was held in NewYork city. The year was =1896. Another 
00073 111 marathon was run in that same year in Boston. But these races did 
00074 111 not get a lot of attention at the time. There were not many runners
00075 111 then. And only a few were willing, or able, to run a race of more 
00076 111 than =26 miles.   But in recent years jogging as become a very 
00077 111 popular sport. People who at one time could barely run a few yards
00078 111 to catch their morning bus are now jogging. Many people run one or 
00079 111 two miles a day. Some run five miles, even ten miles a day.

00080 111 This rising warm air is called a thermal.   A glider needs thermals
00081 111 to stay in the air a long time. It rides up to the top of a
00082 111 thermal. Then it flies down. If it meets another thermal, it rides 
00083 111 to the top of that one. Then it flies down until it meets another
00084 111 one. Eagles and hawks glide and fly in much the same way. It's 
00085 111 somewhat like riding up and down a roller coaster. Only you see the
00086 111 roller coaster.   Good gliding depends on good thermals. But they 
00087 111 cannot be seen. So, how can a pilot spot them? As warm air rises
00088 111 into cooler air, it sometimes forms culumlus clouds. These are 
00089 111 white and puffy like giant cauliflowers. When pilots see a cumulus
00090 111 cloud, they know a thermal is there.

00091 111    This time =Henry rmemebered a dime. Both hands were full, so held
00092 111 the dime with his teeth and stood behind the woman with the big 
00093 111 apples. =Risby wiggled and whined, even though =Henry tried to pet 
00094 111 him through the paper. When the bus stopped, he climbed on behind 
00095 111 the lady, quickly set the bag down, dropped his dime into the slot,
00096 111 picked up his bag, and squirmed through the bus to a seat beside
00097 111 a fat man near the back of the bus. =Whew, =Henry sighed with 
00098 111 relief. The driver was the same one he had met on the first bus.
00099 111 But =Ribs was on the bus at last.  Now if he could only keep him
00100 111 quiet for fifteen minutes, they would be home, and =Ribsy would
00101 111 be his for keeps.
&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1985)  4TH GRADE        SF19854T.ASC
WHEELS AND ROCKETS by Richard L. Allington, et al
Source: Elmira College  xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH 12-18-92

&&111

 Sea cows move very slowly through
water. They are often run over and cut by
speedboats,  =Uncle =Juan explained.  Other cuts
on their bodies are made by people who hit
them with things and poke them with sticks. 
How terrible!  my sister cried.  People
shouldn't do that to them! They shouldn't
pollute the water either. 
=Elena and I looked at each other. Then we
knew that we had a big job to do.
That very afternoon, we made signs.
People who lived beside the canal said we
could put them up.
Uncle =Juan smiled when he saw the
signs. He said,  It looks like the sea cows
will come up our canal often. 
=And they do! Now when my sister and I
visit =Uncle =Juan in =Florida, we always pick
bunches of green plants, for our friends, the
sea cows.


 What are we going to do?  =Michele asked.
She saw what an awful spot they were in.
=Andrea answered,  I can't even stand on
my ankle. I surely can't walk on it in all this
snow.  She looked at her sister.  =Michele,
you're going to have to get us some help. 
 But where will I go? How am I going to
do it by myself? What if the blizzard comes? 
 You can do it,  =Andrea said.  Don't
worry. Go to =Slattery's =Store over in =Hancock.
They have a snowmobile there. Mr =Slattery
can come get me. 
 But that's so far! It's going to get dark.
The blizzard's sure to start! Why don't we
just stay here and yell for help? 
 There's nobody to hear us,  =Andrea said.
=Michele could see that =Andrea was right.
She would really have to go.  What if I get
lost in the woods?  she thought.  Then we'll
each be alone, and the blizzard will come. 
 Now listen to me,  =Andrea said.  There's
a narrow path through the woods. But it's
not hard to follow. It comes out on the hill
near =Slattery's =Store. Remember, keep the sun
on your left. Then =Hancock is ahead of you. 
 OK,  said =Michele.  Here I go. 
The next morning =Barney found a big wide
board which he painted white. Then he
painted big black letters on the board. They
said =ROOSTER =CROSSING. He nailed the w
board to a thin board. Then he put the sign
up the road from Mr =Garfinkle's gas station.
Just before six o'clock =Barney sat by the
road to see what would happen. Soon the
first pickle-packer came zooming along. The  
driver slowed down when he saw the sign.  
He looked interested. He drove around the
curve very slowly. Barney's idea had worked
Soon another pickle-packer came along. It
was Mr =Sudbury, a friend of =Barney. Mr
=Sudbury saw the boy. He stopped his car.
 Say, =Barney, what does that sign mean
back there?  he asked.
 Just what it says,  =Barney replied.  My
rooster has a strange habit. Every night at 
o'clock, =Franklin walks across the highway to
sleep on Mr =Garfinkle's gas pump. Drive
more slowly. You might see him doing it. 
Mr =Sudbury laughed.  Is that a fact



=Deborah =Butterfield is a sculptor who
makes statues of horses. Her horses look and
feel different from most horse statues you
might have seen.
=Butterfield makes her horses out of things
found at horse farms. She uses old wire and
boards from fences. She uses large pieces of
iron from barns. She puts these things
together in the shape of a horse.


People like to sit on the beach and look at
the beauty of the ocean. They enjoy watching
the waves, the sea birds, and the fish that
sometimes come to the surface.
The ocean is also very beautiful under its
surface. Brightly colored plants grow on its
floor. Water animals with beautiful shells
crawl over sand and rocks. Fish in every size,
shape, and color slip through the water.
Some of them don't even look like fish!
To enjoy all of the ocean's beauty, people
have found ways to explore under its surface.


Many people work hard so that the world
will be a better place to live. One of those
people is =Jose =Trevino. He works to protect
wild animals. He also teaches people how
important wild animals are to all of us.
=Jose =Trevino loves being outside. He also
loves animals. So he wanted to study wild
animals. He went to school for many years.
With all his years of school, =Trevino could
get a job with regular hours and good pay.
But =Trevino works long, hard hours for very
little pay. He does this because, as he says,
 I want to do something for my country.  In
fact, he's doing quite a lot.
=Trevino works for the government of
=Mexico. He is in charge of all the wildlife in
=Chihuahua'1 the largest state in =Mexico. Much
of the country in =Chihuahua is desert. To
some people, the desert may not seem
interesting. But to =Trevino, it is full of color
and beauty.


The next morning =Carol, =Bobby, and their
parents searched the pasture. But they found
nothing. Their mom and dad wanted to call
the police, but =Bobby and =Carol asked them
not to. The children didn't want people
making fun of them.
 Besides,  said =Carol to =Bobby later,  there
may be a simple explanation. Let's think
about what we know. 
It had been round, they decided, and
about as big as the garage. They weren't sure
about the color. It may have been the setting
sun that gave it that orange glow.
 A flying saucer,  said =Bobby.
 What about that creature?  said =Carol.  It
wore something strange. 
 A spacesuit,  said =Bobby.  The fire was
the engines starting up. 
 It made me think of =Dad when he's
welding,  said =Carol.  He wears coveralls
and a face mask. His welding torch goes
=WHOOSH when the flames come out. 
 =Dad was not welding in the pasture last
night,  said =Bobby.



=Pam and =Kerry are twins whose mother gave
them a robot for their birthday. The twins mother
and the high-school class she taught had made it.
Its eyes flash, and it can walk. It can speak the
words that are put on its tape. The twins have
had a lot of fun with =Robot. Now =Mom, =Pam,
and =Kerry are getting ready to go visit the
children's grandparents.
 =Robot won't fit in the car,  =Mom said.
 I'll have to take him apart. 
 Do you have to?  =Kerry asked.
=Robot was like a person now. It was hard
to watch =Mom taking off his legs and arms
and head.


To get all the facts from pages =351 and =352,
you need to study the words, the schedule, and
the graph
By reading only the paragraphs on pages =351
and =352, you could learn that people have gone
to the moon. You could get an idea of what
happened on the =Apollo =11 trip. You could also
learn that other crews have stayed longer on
the moon than the =Apollo l l crew.
If you wanted more details about =Apollo =11,
you would turn to the schedule on page =351.
There you could find out when the main events
of that trip happened.
If you wanted to compare the =Apollo =11 trip
to later trips to the moon, you would use the
graph on page =352. It quickly shows how
much longer other crews stayed on the moon.

=1. When did the first person step onto the
moon? Where did you find this fact?
=2. Which =Apollo crew spent the most time on
the moon? Where did you find this fact?

Check some of your other schoolbooks to
see how words work together with schedules,
graphs, or maps to explain ideas.


Today, no one talks about seeing
dragons. But many years ago, everybody
believed in them.
People believed that dragons stole money
and treasure, killed crops and people, and
spread sickness. In stories, very brave people
fought dragons. Most people just tried to stay
away from them.
No one believes in dragons now. Do you
think people can be wrong?
&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN  (1987)   4TH GRADE          SF19874T.ASC
RUNNING FREE  by Richard L. Allington et al
Source: SUNY Cortland  xerox, scan edit by DPH January 14, 1993

&&111


 You guys wait until I get back,  she ordered the boys.
 Don't get into the tub unless I am here. 
=Donna grabbed the binoculars from the table and opened
the front door. She looked upward. To the west of the house
she saw a black, funnel-shaped cloud. The huge  
swirlingmass was heading directly toward her.
At first she could not believe her eyes.  It can't be,  she
thought to herself. Then she shouted,  =Tornado! 
The girl leaned all of her =105 pounds against the door,
trying to shut out the terrifying cloud. But the wind was
now blowing straight at the front of the house, and she
could not get the door closed.
And then the lights went out. Upstairs the terrified boys
cried loudly.
 =Aaron! =Jason! =Justin!  =Donna called up the dark stairway.
 Come down here! Be careful, but come downstairs as
quickly as you can! 
=Donna had been born in =Kansas, where tornadoes are
fairly common. And she remembered spending a lot of time
in the basement with her mother and brother whenever
there had been a tornado warning. Since moving to
=Michigan, she had often heard in school and on television that it
is important to get as low as possible if a tornado approaches.
She knew their chances of survival would be better if they
could make it to the basement.
She kept calling the boys names in the darkness as the
three felt their way down the steep stairs. Finally all four of
them were together on the first-floor landing. Above them
the wind pulled and the house swayed and trembled in its
path. =Donna knew they were never going to make it to the
basement.



my friend, that what comes is flies and insects and bugs.
And furthermore,  said =Charlotte, shaking one of her legs,
 do you realize that if I didn't catch bugs and eat them, bugs
would increase and multiply and get so numerous that
they'd destroy the earth, wipe out everything? 
 Really?  said =Wilbur.  I wouldn't want that to happen.
Perhaps your web is a good thing after all. 
The goose had been listening to this conversation and
chuckling to herself.  There are a lot of things =Wilbur
doesn't know about life,  she thought.  He's really a very
innocent little pig. He doesn't even know what's going to
happen to him around =Christmastime; he has no idea that
Mr =Zuckerman and =Lurvy are plotting to kill him.  And
the goose raised herself a bit and poked her eggs a little
further under her so that they would receive the full heat
from her warm body and soft feathers.
=Charlotte stood quietly over the fly, preparing to eat it.
=Wilbur lay down and closed his eyes. He was tired from his
wakeful night and from the excitement of meeting
someone for the first time. A breeze brought him the smell
of clover, the sweet-smelling world beyond his fence.
 Well,  he thought,  I've got a new friend, all right. But
what a gamble friendship is! =Charlotte is fierce, brutal,
scheming, bloodthirsty everything I don't like. How can I
learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course,
clever?  



=Laura =Bridgman was only two years old when she became sick
with a fever in =1831. The illness left her blind, deaf, mute and 
with almost no sense of smell or taste.
=Laura spent the next five years at home. She learned to explore
the world of nature through her hands. When she was almost
eight, she was taken to a special school for the blind. There,
young Dr =Howe was in charge of =Laura's education. Miss =Drew was
her special teacher.  First, =Laura was given a few simple objects
such as a key, spoon, and a cup. Each object had a label on it with
raised letters spelling out its name. Dr =Howe guided =Laura's
fingers carefully over the raised letters. Laura soon learned that
the letters =K-E-Y somehow went with the key. She could match the
object to a separate label. When =Laura knew a few words such as
key and spoon, Dr =Howe cut the letters on the labels apart. Soon
=Laura learned to put  the letters in the right order. She thought
this was a wonderful game.



If you found an unusual shell while
walking along a sandy beach, you'd
probably pick it up and observe it
closely to find out about its shape, size
and color. The shell may have been
Sitting on the beach for a long time,
but you didn't know about it until you
saw it there. For you, finding the shell
and learning about it would be discoveries .
In this section, you'll make discoveries about nature, geography,
and people. You'll learn what makes a
bird special, how to study your state,
and what a pioneer girl finds out about
her new home and herself.



=Ted's father is comparing waking =Ted with doing
something else. To what is waking =Ted being compared? His
mother also compares =Ted to something when she says that
once =Ted is up, he is a whirlwind.
Writers often use comparisons to make ideas clear. For
example, =Ted is tall like his friend =Pete is a literal
comparison of a way in which two boys are alike. Both are
tall. But sometimes writers compare things that you don't
usually think have anything in common. =Ted's father's
comparison is a simile. A simile is a figure of speech that
compares two things that are not alike, using the word as or
like. You don't usually think of elephants and boys as having
anything in common, but to =Ted's father, the two do.
A metaphor is another figure of speech. It is just like a
simile, but it does not use like or as to make a comparison.
=Ted's mother uses a metaphor when she says he is a whirlwind.



Mud puddles often stay on the ground after a
heavy rain. Later, the water evaporates or sinks into
the soil. In a wetland the ground has so much water,
it is wet most of the year. Marshes and swamps are
kinds of wetlands.
Some wetlands have water a meter or more deep.
In others the land is almost like a wet sponge. At
one time people thought these wet, soggy places
were useless. Many wetlands were drained and filled
in to make room for farms and buildings. Today,
scientists know wetlands are important. These places
soak up and hold water. Many organisms spend at
least part of their lives in wetlands.
Some wetlands were once lakes or ponds. Plants
and soil filled in the lakes and ponds. The ground is
covered with water some parts of the year. Certain
trees and bushes grow well in the wet soil. Notice
how these cranberry bushes form a thick mat over
the water.
Many animals are adapted to living in wetlands.
Ducks and geese eat seeds, young plants, insects,
and small fish found in wetlands. The gray, black,
brown, and green colors of the ducks feathers help
protect them. The colors blend with the earth and
plants around them. Many animals hide their nests
in the tall grasses.



=Ellie's crazy about plants. She's always on the lookout for
plants that can stop bleeding or cure some disease or are
good to eat. When she gets on the track of something like
that, she forgets about everything else. Believe me, she
needs me to keep her from danger.
This last place we went, something happened that really
had me scared. We were in a rain forest. =Ellie says it's the
best place to find interesting plants. The trees and the
bushes were so thick that after we had gone only a few
steps, we were all shut in.
Moving slowly through the forest, =Ellie was collecting
leaves and digging up low plants or pieces of root for her
collection. The biggest trees went straight up so high you
could hardly see where the branches began. They had rough
purple bark and blue leaves instead of green. Sometimes
=Ellie climbed the smaller trees. I had to keep a sharp nose
and eye out to be sure she didn't get hold of some strange
poisonous creature.
After working all morning, I naturally began to get
hungry. When =Ellie decided it was time for lunch, I was
glad.  =Ellie had a fish sandwich and she gave me some of the
fish. Why humans like to surround delicious fish with
something like bread, I can't understand. I polished off
every crumb of that savory meal.
I was busy cleaning myself when =Ellie gave a little cough.
I looked up to see what had startled her. I saw a face
peering at us through the leaves. The creature was a great
deal bigger than I was.
=Ellie put her hand out and took a firm hold of my ruff.
 Sit still,  she whispered.  Maybe it will go away.  =But I
could smell her fear and it made my ruff bristle. The leaves
&&000 HOLD, RINEHART & WINSTON (1983)  4TH GRADE   WIN9834T.ASC
TIME TO WONDER by Bernard J. Weiss, et al  Level 13
Source: SUNY Cortland xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH 12-15-92

&&111
Next she took a thermos bottle and a small package out of the 
bag. =Jan watches her greedily. His stomach was rumbling. Next she
unpacked a few biscuits.
What do you think of this?' she asked
proudly. "It's real, genuine ship's biscuit, the
sort we'll have to eat if our Ship is in distress and
drifts about for weeks without a rudder. When
all the provisions are eaten up, there's always
ship's biscuit. It's a good idea for us to get used
to the taste."
=Jan was rather disappointed. But a cabin boy
couldn't he fussy. He began to chew. The biscuit
was very hard.
"Tastes a bit like mothballs."
=Oma nodded. "Yes, they have been lying next
to the mothballs in the drawer for a couple of
years, but that's just as it should be. Ship's  
biscuit always tastes of something else, tar or salt
water or shoe polish."
"What's in the thermos bottle?' asked =Jan
hopefillly.
"Water," replied =Oma.
=Jan drank a little. It was lukewarm and did not
taste very good. When his hunger and thirst
were barely satisfied, he lay down in the grass.
=Oma chewed her biscuit with enjoyment and
took a sip from the flask. Then she got out her
knitting and began to knit. As =Oma sang, to  
herself, =Jan read his comic.


"Schoolgirl? Yes, I'm in the fourth grade.
My name is =Nadya. What are your names?"
=Peter and =Maria told =Nadya all that had
happened, and then the three of them,  
holding hands, ran off to find the fourth child.
Th~y looked everywhere, in gardens, in the
movies, in the =Children's =Theater, but not a
trace of him could they find.
Meanwhile, time was running out. It was
beginning to get dark. People were turning on
the lights in their houses. Daytime was  
almost gone. Would they never find the fourth
child and become young again? Were they
doomed to remain old people?
Suddenly =Maria called out, "=Look, look up
there!" pointing to the top of a passing trolley
car. High up on the very top of the trolley sat
an old man. His hat was pulled over one ear,
his beard was waving in the wind, and he
whistled as he rode along. The three children
were very tired after all their searching.
There, without a care in the world, sat the
one they were looking for. There was nothing
to do but run after the trolley. Luckily, the
traffic light changed and the trolley stopped.
Up the children clambered and pulled the
old man down. "You're a schoolboy, aren't
you?" they demanded.
"Of course, third grade. Why do you ask?"
They told him the whole story, and since


strong stuff. I'm afraid it may be too strong for a
queen. 
Nonsense,  said the queen,  if it really heals
noses, then I must have some. I shall pay you
anything you ask. 
Oh, yes,  said he,  you'll have to pay a lot,
because it is the only medicine of its kind in the
world. But I do think that it's terribly strong
stuff to give to a queen. 
Well, then, start by healing the noses of my
servants,  said the queen. She thought she ought
to see if the medicine worked before she paid
anything for it.
So the second =SOIl held up the bottle of cherry
juice and gave each of the queen's servants just
enough to make each nose return to its ordinary
size.  There! You see!  he said.  Isn't it  
wonderful medicine! One drop  two drops         and
presto! the nose is healed. 
The queen looked on. She saw how well the
medicine worked, but it made her jealous to hear
the doctor boast about it.  You think yourself
very clever,  she said,  but you are not the only
one who can work wonders. I've got even greater
wonders than yours. 
Is that possible?  said the pretended doctor.
 What could be more wonderful than my  
medicine for noses.
Why, I have a hat,  said she,  that makes
you invisible when you put it on. I also have a


=Atalanta wins, you tear the platform down
by yourself.
=RICHARD. I'd be delighted. And if one of the
young men wins, you tear it down by  
yourself.
=ELIZABETH. Fair enough.
 They shake hands. Then they pick up
their tools and exit. The =KING and =ANNE
enter. 
=KING. Ah, good! The platform is ready for me.
You know, that's one of the things I like
about being King. I always get the best seat
at the contests and races. And I do love a
good race. Where is =Atalanta?
=ANNE. She's with some friends, your majesty.
=KING. She's probably convinced them that she
will win the race.
=ANNE. Perhaps, your majesty.
=KING. Oh, I tell you, sometimes I wish she
weren't such a clever girl.
=ANNE. Why is that, your majesty?
=KING. Because, frankly, she puzzles me.
=ANNE. Oh, come now, your majesty. Surely a
powerful king like you can outwit his own
daughter.
=KING. Well, I seem to get my own way. And
then again,   I don't. Take this business of
the race.

On the day of the gathering at =Dunvegan
=Castle =Donald was up early urging his family
to hurry. Right after breakfast =Donald, his little
sister and his mother and father set off across
the moor.
When the =MacCrimmons arrived, the great
fires were already roaring . Huge chunks of
meat were roasting. All the clan had come with
something for the feast-strings of fish,  
fresh baked bread and cakes and scones honey and
 jam. =Donald felt hungry just looking at all the
good things to eat.
In the harbor by the castle many boats came
bringing visitors. Across the road from the  
castle was a big open field where the games were
already starting.
=Donald munched on this and that while he
wandered around the field watching  
every


Do not worry,  cried =Ramon.  I will go to him and make him go
away.  So he went down to the field, and patting the
billy goat on its back, he said,  =Buenos dias,
=Senor =Billy =Goat. Please do not eat up the  
garden. You are so young and strong and can find
food somewhere else, but we are weak and old.
Please go away. 
=Senor =Billy =Goat turned and made for him
with horns all set.
 Ay, =Maria! =Maria!  cried the old man,  
running up the hill as fast as he could.  Open the
door, please! The billy goat is after me.  =Puffing
and panting, poor =Ramon dropped on a chair
and began to cry.
 Do not cry,  said =Maria.  A little tact is what
he needs. I will go to him and make him go
away.  So she went down to the field.
She tiptoed to where the billy goat was, and
bowing low, said, =Buenos dias, =Senor =Billy
=Goat. That is a fine breakfast you are having. I
wonder if you know how long it takes to till the
soil, how long to plant the seeds, and how long
to pull the weeds. So I came to ask you .
That was as far as she got. The billy goat, tired
of her chatter, turned upon her, his legs up in
the air and head low for butting the better.
Up the hill went the little old woman, crying
 =Ay, =Ramon! The billy goat is after me. 

=From the time people first walked the
earth, they have looked for ways to send  
messages to friends who were out of sight. First,
they shouted. Then they probably discovered
that if they cupped their hands around their
mouths, the sound would travel farther. They
found that they could send messages by  
beating on a hollow log. Drums were then made
that could send greetings or warnings to
friends in another part of their small world.
But their sounds could not travel far.
=Hundreds of years later steamships used
horns and trains used whistles but even these
signals couldn't be heard very far away.
Then electricity was discovered! This led to
the invention of the telegraph and telephone.
Sounds could then be sent along wires for
great distances. But it was not until radio
waves were understood that messages could
be sent all over the earth without wires. 


thing that had a special motion or made a special
noise. For rhythm, not rhyme, is the basis of  
poetry. I was living a kind of poetry and did not
know it.
Of course, there is rhythm in your world
today. But today we seem to live for speed alone,
as I happily did not. We live in a crowded world,
as I did not. We youngsters had fewer things to
be excited about. But we had the time to enjoy
our excitements one by one.
I was born in =New =York =City on =East =Tenth
=Street and lived near =Washington =Square until I
was three. Then, after trying a small town on
southern =Long Island, we moved out into a
country farmhouse. We stayed there until I was
almost ten.
I was two, however, and still in =New =York
when I became very ill with malaria. The fever
came back now and then over the next six years.
So I was kept pretty steadily out of school.
I had no brothers and sisters and saw few  
people my own age. But freedom and solitude gave
me two important things. They gave me the
chance to read many books  beginning with =The
=Wizard of =Oz . And they gave me many hours in
which to learn about life in the fields and in the
woods. Mine was a green world, and I loved the
color green.

That Awful =Reggie =Thompson
The three o'clock bell clanged inside the
school on =First =Avenue. Almost at once the
boys of Mrs =Sullivan's fourth grade, which was
nearest the door, burst out onto the sidewalk.
As usual, =Reggie =Thompson was in the lead.
He blinked and shaded his eyes with his hand
as he came out into the =June sunlight.
 Hey, =Reggie,  yelled a boy behind him.
=Reggie turned his head just in time to be hit in
the face with a baseball cap.
 I'll get you for that, =Joey,  he yelled.
He snatched the cap from the ground and
flung it back at =Joey. =Joey ducked when he
saw it coming, and the cap hit a girl behind
him.
 It's that awful =Reggie =Thompson,  said one
of the girls.
 He's the worst pest in the whole school, 
another added.