&&000 Addison-Wesley Publ. Co.  (1978)  5th GRADE   ADD9825T.ASC
THE QUESTIONARY by Pleasant T Rowland 
Source: SUNY Cortland: xerox, scan, edit by DPH February 2, 1993

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 She was white all over,  =Isaac insisted.
=Susan sighed. She opened the desk
drawer and took out a pocket-sized
notebook.  A swamp mosquito or a white
bottlenose, it's all the same where facts
are concerned. Take this notebook. Each
time you sight this white porpoise, write
down everything: the date, time of day,
location, feeding habits, amount of food
eaten, whether she's alone or in a pod. A
school of porpoises is a pod. 
 I know what a pod is.  =Isaac resented
the fact that =Susan =Hamilton was always
telling him things he already knew.
=Susan looked at him, then pushed the
notebook across the desk. She turned back
to her microscope.  I hope you have more
patience with the porpoise than you do
with fossils. 

=Isaac had never seen snow. He had seen
ice on the live oak and cypress trees and
thick frost on the fields of sea violets and
soybeans, but he had never seen snow. In
his imagination, snow was hauntingly
beautiful. He decided to name the white
bottlenose =Snow.
Giving her a name made her seem real. It
eased the singsong taunt of the younger




One morning the =Hee-ah-kim spied her white hair and came
after her. While the =Good =Spirit sang the =Earth song, the banks
of the stream closed in, and all the desert birds swarmed around
=Grandmother =White =Hair in a cloud. She lifted her grandson high
in the air, and the largest of the birds, =Eagle, took the child
and flew off. When the cloud of birds disappeared, the =Good
=Spirit transformed =Grandmother =White =Hair into two brown
sticklike bones and some white hair. The =Hee-ah-kim, frightened by
the disappearance of the old woman and the child, returned home.
Unused to the ways of the =Good =Spirit, they could not see or
know that =Grandmother =White =Hair's spirit was resting on the
cool, soft earth.
In the evening, the =Good =Spirit returned and wakened her,
saying,  =Eagle has returned your grandson to the desert people.
He is safe, and =Cloud =Man will raise him to be a good man. And
now, because you have been brave and made a great sacrifice, I
will grant you one wish for anything you want. 
=Grandmother =White =Hair smiled shyly and said,  =My wish is
very foolish, especially for an old woman. 
 Your heart could never contain anything foolish,  said the
=Good =Spirit, kindly.
=Grandmother =White =Hair hesitated.  I would like to be  
beautiful again,  she said softly.  Just for a little while. 
 Once every year you will be more beautiful than anything else
on earth,  said the =Good =Spirit.  Your unselfish love has brought
new life to the earth and so will give rise to a new flower. Its
stalk
will be brown like your arms and its bud, white like your hair. 
While speaking, the =Good =Spirit gently touched the brown
sticklike bones. Where the fingers rested there appeared a soft
white bud It grew large and opened into a beautiful flower.




MR =SLIPCOVER: Mrs =Shirley =Combs and =John =Whoopson.
MR =SLIPCOVER leaves and returns immediately with =COMBS and
=WHOOPSON. =COMBS is carrying a violin case, which she puts in a
corner of the room. 
MR =ANGUISH  holding out his hand to =COMBS.  This is a great  
pleasure, Mrs =Combs. I am =Buxton =Anguish.
 His hand hangs in mid-air, because =COMBS has dropped to her hands
and knees. She is studying the floor through her magnifying glass.
=ANGUISH looks as though he doesn't know what to do. 
MR =ANGUISH: Oh, well, ah. And how do you do, Dr =Whoopson?
DR =WHOOPSON: Very well, thank you.
=ALICE: Oh, how wonderful! Mrs =Combs wastes no time.
DR =WHOOPSON: Please, miss. We must have silence.
 Everyone stares as =COMBS, on hands and knees, does her detecting.
MRS =SLIPCOVER enters and also stares at =COMBS. 
=COMBS: =Aha!
DR =WHOOPSON: Found something?
=COMBS: Possibly, =Whoopson. Possibly. Ah, yes. Someone in this
house has been eating crumb-top coffee cake.
=ALL: Oh, no!
 =COMBS whirls around and looks at MRS =SLIPCOVER'S nose through
the magnifying glass. 



 No, it isn't either,  I argued. And =Dennis kept interrupting
and insisting I was wrong until I thought about poking him in the
eye. Then I thought of betting him ten dollars that I was right.
But
when I reached into my pocket, my golden eagle felt so good, I
reckoned I didn't want to chance losing it, so I shut up.
On =June =23, after we'd been in =New =Orleans for four days, we
read in the local newspaper that =Captain =Leathers and the
=Natchez
had broken the record on that trip to Street =Louis.
I sure was anxious to tell that piece of news to that smart aleck,
=Dennis =Fallon. I told him the =Natchez was fast!
In the paper that morning there was another article referring to
=Captain =Cannon of the =Robert =E =Lee. Seems the reporters
inquired
if he'd read about the =Natchez. He said he had read about it, but
he
was convinced the =Robert =E =Lee could make the run from =New
=Orleans to =StLouis in better time. Well, that cinched it! We all
agreed that it surely did look like the race was on.
The whole population of =New =Orleans must have felt that way,
too. Everywhere we went that morning, people were betting on
who was going to win the race to =StLouis, the =Natchez or the
=Robert =E =Lee.
Of course, I was interested, too, and that's where I made my big
mistake. =Dennis kept insisting the =Lee was going to win.
Finally, on =June =29, the day before the departure, I got so mad,
I challenged =Dennis.  Look, smart aleck,  I said,  you don't know
anything. The =Natchez is going to whip the =Lee! 
 Says who, =Willie =Jasper?  =Dennis said, glaring at me.
 This ten dollars says so,  I said, hauling out my gold eagle.
Well, for a minute =Dennis =Fallon just stared at my money. Then
he said,  I'll take that bet, =Willie =Jasper. And I'll take that
money,
too. You just wait and see. 



Neither =Nan nor I wanted to go and we were both terrified. But
we knew that we had to follow =Bubba to the source of that
anguished cry. Walking together, we started along the path
=Bubba had taken.
The snow had changed as snows usually do. The flakes had
grown larger and more substantial. They fell more thickly all the
time. Even without wind, the drifts had managed to pile against
stones and bushes and cling to the north sides of the trees,
turning
them into ghostly pillars. We could see maybe two or three feet
ahead, but no more because of the steady layers of falling snow.
With =Nan's hand tight in mine, we followed =Bubba, scarcely
breathing because we were listening so hard for that painful,
terrifying moan to sound again.
When we neared the place where I had torn my boot on the
rotten board, =Bubba grew frantic. He kept racing forward a few
steps, whining, and then charging back at us.
=Nan was still beside me when I felt the earth give a little under
my foot.  Wait,  I warned.  There's something strange here. 



threatening, but he didn't look very friendly to me, either.
=Dad sends his greetings. Says he hasn't seen you in town for
a long time. 
The old man ran his hand lightly along the dog's back as he
spoke.  Bubba and I don't make the trip like we used to. What can
I do for you kids?
 My sister was out here on a field trip yesterday and she lost a
compass,  I said quickly.  We really need to find it because,  
=Nan jumped in when I hesitated.  It has sentimental value, 
she finished smugly. ~
 Sentimental value,  =Boomer repeated softly, staring past me
in an eerie way.  I know how that is, right enough. My paw gave
me a pocketknife when I was a boy. I carried that knife for years.
Then one day, right in these woods, I laid it down in a tree and
lost
it. I must have looked for that knife for two years or more. My
boy, =er, somebody finally found it. The tree had grown clear
around that knife, so all that was left was a tiny golden ring
hanging out of the bark. 
 How did you ever get it out?  =Nan asked.
 I didn't even try,  he admitted.  I just left it there. I figure
I added one more treasure to the treasures of =Taylor =Ridge. 
=Nan glanced at me with a puzzled look, but I just shrugged.
This was probably one more of =Boomer's tales that =Dad was
talking about.
 It's because of the treasures that this place can't rest,  he went
on.  That's what the gray ghosts are after, the ones that come
chinking around here by night. We even get phantom horses that
stamp and whinny like real beasts. But if you try to get near one,
it  will fade off into the fog or the trees. And all that is left
is the whinny still hanging in the wind.



head, wondering.
There is only one hope, to find where
these coyote tracks lead, and this will be
=Antonio's job.
While the old man takes the sheep to
pasture, the boy follows the tracks from the
small twisting tree, past the sheep pen,
along the damp, sandy creek and up  
toward the first hills. But now the earth  
becomes rocky. Time after time, =Antonio sits
down on the ground and studies the faint
footprints, trying to decide which way
to turn.
And when he calls out,  I'll get you,
=Coyote!  there is only an echo of his own
small voice in the ravine:  I'll get you,
=Coyote. 
But he does not get =Coyote. All that  
afternoon, he does not even see =Coyote.
Instead, he walks slowly back to meet
the grandfather as he brings the sheep to
their evening watering place in the shallow
creek. The old man doesn't have to ask. He
sees =Antonio's face and he knows.
It is not until night, when once more they
lie on the ground, wrapped in their  
blankets, that =Antonio can talk about it.
And then the grandfather says to  
=Antonio,  =Of course, it is possible that the
little one was not harmed. 



=Anyone who's been
to the circus knows that lots of
amazing things happen there.
People ride elephants, dance across
wire strung in the air, tease tigers
through hoops of flames. So what's
exciting about a basketball game
played at a circus. =Plenty, if you're
watching people play basketball on
unicycles.  This is what is done by
The =King =Charles =Troupe.
It all started in =New =York when
=Charles =King's father bought a  
unicycle. =Charles tried riding it. It was
hard at first, but before long, he
was riding it like most kids ride
bicycles. =Charles's friends thought
it looked like fun. Soon they started
the  =King =Charles =Troupe,  and
they began to play basketball on
their unicycles.
They learned to dribble, make
passes, zoom between the players,
and shoot the ball, all while
balancing themselves on their  
unicycles! The team became so good,
they tried out for the circus.
They've been with it ever since.



=Anton =Leeuwenhoek was =Dutch.
He sold pincushions, cloth, and such.
The waiting townsfolk fumed and fussed
As =Anton's dry goods gathered dust.

He worked, instead of tending store,
At grinding special lenses for
A microscope. Some of the things
He looked at were:

mosquitoes wings,
the hairs of sheep, the legs of lice,
the skin of people, dogs, and mice;
ox eyes, spiders spinning gear,
fishes scales, a little smear
of his own blood,

and best of all,
the unknown, busy, very small
bugs that swim and bump and hop
inside a simple water drop.   ,~
Impossible! Most =Dutchmen said.
This =Anton's crazy in the head.
We ought to ship him off to =Spain.
He says he's seen a housefly's brain.
He says the water that we drink
is full of bugs. He's mad, we think!

They called him =dumkopf, which means dope.
That's how we got the microscope.



he wouldn't have to cut a hole in the ceiling. The =Brooklyn
=Bridge would be his masterpiece. It would run across the living
room from the kitchen to the bedroom, and the two towers
would stand as high as his head.  For this I need matches! 
=Keplik said aloud.  Matches! I must have matches. 
And he posted a new sign: MATCH FOR MATCH, YOU
CANNOT MATCH =KEPLIK'S PRICE FOR USED MATCHES.
ONE CENT FOR FIFTY. HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!
=Vincent =DeMarco, who lived around the corner, brought =fifty
matches that very afternoon, and =Cathy =Dunn and =Noreen
=Callahan brought a =hundred matches each the next morning.
Day after day, the matches kept coming, and day after day,
=Keplik the =Match =Man glued and fixed and bent and pressed
the matches into place.
The bridge was so complicated that =Keplik had decided to
build it in separate sections, and then join all the sections  
afterward. The bridge's support towers, the end spans, and the
center span slowly took shape in different parts of the room.
The room seemed to grow smaller as the bridge grew larger. A
masterpiece, thought =Keplik. There is no longer room for me to
sit in my favorite chair. But I must have more matches! It's time
to build the cables!
Even the long support cables were made from matchsticks,
split and glued and twisted together. =Keplik would twist the
sticks until his fingers grew numb. Then he would go into the
kitchen to make a cup of coffee for himself, not so much for the
coffee, but for the fact that lighting the stove would provide
him with yet another matchstick. And sometimes, as he was
drinking his coffee, he would get up and take a quick look
at his bridge, because it always looked different when he
&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO.  (1980)  5T GRADE       AMR9805T.ASC
CROSSING BOUNDARIES
Source: Kutztown State College (Pa.) xeroxed by LW
scanned and edited by DPH 12-22-92

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I remember the morning =Rufus got the idea
for toothpaste. He had to do some shopping
for his mother, and I went along with him. We
were in the drugstore, because toothpaste was
one of the things on =Rufus's list.
I was looking at some eye shadow that was
on sale, when I heard =Rufus say,  =Kate, look at
this! =79! =79 for a six-inch tube of toothpaste.
That's crazy! 
  It's better than =89,  I said, pointing to
some =89 tubes farther down the shelf.
 That's even crazier,  =Rufus said.  What can
be in those tubes anyway? Just some  
peppermint flavoring and some paste. 
Maybe the paste is expensive to make,  I said.
 Paste!  =Rufus said.  You don't need  
powdered gold to make paste. Paste is made out of
everyday ordinary stuff. Didn't you ever make
paste? 
Toothpaste?  I said.
 I mean just plain paste for pasting things
together,  =Rufus said.  My =Grandma  
=Mayflower showed me how to make paste when I
was four years old. 
How do you do it?  I asked.
 Simple,  =Rufus said.  You just take a little
flour and starch and cook them with a little
water till the mixture has a nice pasty feel.



  At last we saw the houses and the store and the
school at the foot of the mesa. We took the narrow
rocky road up the side of the mesa, and at last we
came out in the open space on top.
  My grandmother was waiting for us in the
doorway of her house. When I saw her I was
surprised. She looked much older than the last
time I had seen her. I had always thought of
=Grandmother as a strong, plump woman with
black hair. This year she looked smaller, thinner,
and her hair was gray.
  Father noticed, too. He said to her,  =Are you all
right? 
  =Grandmother said,  =Yes, I am well. 
  =Father carried in the basket of food we had
brought, and the boxes with our clothes. He
explained why =Mother had not come.
  =Grandmother turned quickly in surprise. But
she only said,  =Well, if that is the way it is, it will
have to be. 



As I lay with my face buried in the sweet greasy
smell of my deerskin. I could hear =Dad's voice
saying, That land is still in the family s name.
Somewhere in the =Catskills is an old beech with the
name =Gribley carved on it. It marks the northern
boundary of =Gribley s folly, the land is no place
for a =Gribley. 
The land is no place for a =Gribley,  I said.  The
land is no place for a =Gribley, and here I am three
=hundred feet from the beech with =Gribley carved
on it. 
I fell asleep at that point, and when I awoke I was
hungry. I cracked some walnuts and got down the



question in return, he'd just ignore it and ask one of
his own
I told =Dar =Tellum all I knew about rockets =When I
finished, =Dar =Tellum seemed to be thinking
Rockets seem wonderful, =Ralph =We on =Sidra
live a completely different way,  he said =After  
talking a few more minutes, we broke contact, and I
went to sleep thinking about tomorrow
Hurry up, =Ralph. You don't want to be late,  was
 the next thing I heard. Dad was shoving me gently
by the shoulder. The launching!
Once I remembered that, I didn't have any  
trouble waking up. It was still dark outside, but soon
=Dad and I were in a car heading for the launching
site. After an hour or so, we arrived =Practically
nothing was around except some cement  
buildings. And the rocket, of course It was tall, thin,
and silvery.
We met Dr =Wheeler, and then entered one of the
buildings, launching headquarters Inside, a
large glass window looked into a big, white
room
 That's where we grew the algae, =Ralph,  =Dr
=Wheeler told me.  The room is sealed so that



Have you ever thought of a poem as being full
of surprises? As you read the poems on the next
few pages, look for surprises. The surprise may
be a clever use of words. Or it may be a special
way of talking about a very ordinary thing. It may
even be a description of something you just
experienced yourself!
One is amazed
By a water-lily bud
Unfolding
With each passing day,
Taking on a richer color
And new dimensions.

One is not amazed,
At a first glance,
By a poem,
Which is as tight-closed
As a tiny bud.

Yet one is surprised
To see the poem
Gradually unfolding,
Revealing its rich inner self,
As one reads it
Again
And over again.


=Babe was threshing around and moaning and
bellowing =Paul barely had time to throw her the
moss and run to his shed before the storm
broke.
It was the strangest storm ever known. Nobody
would ever have believed it, if it hadn't been  
foretold.  Before the coming of the blue moon, there
will be the winter of the blue snow,  the prophets
had said for who knows how long.
The air was suddenly filled with gleaming blue
snowflakes. The blue wind romped and roared
through the swaying pines. Paul sat at his  
window and watched the blue snow as it piled and
drifted and covered the land.

 Say, =Arthur,  =Arthur's father said.  Why not try
this: =Roses are red, violets are blue, once upon a
time isn't for you!  =Arthur just shook his head
That gives me an idea,  the =EDITOR said  =This
has got to be it, =Arthur. Let's pull all of our ideas
together =Your story will start like this:
Extra! Extra! On your bookmarks, the story
begins with who did what to whom when and how
as you picture this well-known moth sneaking into
a strange closet 
 That's too confusing,  =Arthur said  =Maybe
we'd better go home, =Dad. Maybe I shouldn't
become a writer after all  
And they left the room with the =EDITOR and her
writers still thinking about how they could help.
That night =Arthur lay in his bed thinking about his
problem and how the writers at the newspaper had
tried to help him. He thought, too, about the old
fairy tale writers and how they always started with
once upon a time It seemed that every writer who
ever wrote had a special way of starting a story.
Except =Arthur
Then he thought about how his story starting
problem had started so many other things  
happening that day =And then the idea came =Arthur found
his start in his problem
He turned on the light next to his bed. Then he
wrote in pencil on the pad of paper on the night
table:



It was dark and stormy that morning in =1871
when the schooner =Brindle approached the
=French =Pass off the coast of =New =Zealand. The
ship was bound for =Sydney, =Australia. The
schooner's captain had decided to take a short
cut. He would steer his ship through rather than
around, the =D'Urville islands. The sailors knew
that this route was a risky one, filled with  
dangerous currents and hidden rocks. But they had
been willing to take the risk to save time. No one
had counted on a storm at sea to double the danger.
Suddenly a dolphin was seen leaping out of
the water. Some of the sailors wanted to kill it,
but luckily, they were stopped. The dolphin
seemed to be showing a safe route through the
channel. With little besides luck to guide his ship
safely to its destination, the captain decided to
follow the mammal. Days later, the =Brindle
docked in =Sydney, thanks to a willing captain and
a lone dolphin.



=Hippomenes threw the second apple, this time a
little to =Atalanta's left. She had to swerve to reach it,
and he raced ahead of her. Almost at once, however,
=Atalanta was able to overtake him.
The goal was now very near. Hippomenes threw
the third apple, and it rolled into the grass beside
the track. =Atalanta saw the apple gleam through the
green of the grass, and she left the track to pick it
up. As she reached for the apple, she saw  
=Hippomenes cross the goal.
=Atalanta and =Hippomenes were married. Her
days of freedom had come to an end.

=Mae went on.  Now listen to this, will you? As
the door of the train slammed shut behind me, I
spotted that man in the wet, dark suit, hanging
onto that umbrella with the bamboo handle. That
man rolled onto the platform and dropped his
nickel in. But he was too late! Hold it! Hold it!
he bellowed, seeing that the next door to mine
was still open. But that door slammed in his face,
too. Was he mad! He shook the umbrella after
the train as we got going. If I could have gotten
off the train right then I would have. And I
would've followed the crook, kept my eyes peeled
on him. Because I do think he is the crook. But
the door was closed, I was in, and he was out!
=O-o-h!  gasped =Kim.  He must know the
secret of the handle.   
 Exactly what I thought!  said =Mae. It just
flashed into my mind that the umbrella he waved
at the train was your father's. You couldn't help
but see how wet he was. Why would a man who
was carrying an umbrella that big get to be so
wet ? Because he just stole it, I said to myself.

=So-o.
=So-o-o repeated =Kim impatiently.
=Mae continued, At the very next station I got
off my train and waited for the next one. I  
figured that the mad, wet man would be on it and
so I d get on it, too. I had to keep my eyes on
him and that umbrella if I could. 
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RIDE THE SUNRISE  T. Clymer and R. Venezky 
lots of full colored pages
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xeroxed by LW, scanned/edited by DPH 12-22-92

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his very own.
=Chester had just made up his mind about this when
he saw a boy with a small black puppy on a string. The
boy was jerking on the string. =Chester bounded up to the
boy and puppy.  Cut that out,  =Chester said.
 I'll do it if I want to. It belongs to me,  the boy said.
 It belongs to itself,  said =Chester.  Where did you
get it? 
 I swapped a roller skate for it,  the boy said.
Here's another swapper, thought =Chester.
The puppy was all black except for one white foot. Its
hair was silky, its ears were floppy at the ends, and its
eyes were big, black, and shining. It looked miserable and
afraid of the boy who had it.   
 What's its name?  asked =Chester.
 I don't know,  said the boy, yanking on the string.
 If it was mine, I'd call it =Blackie,  said =Chester. He'd
have given anything in the world, even the =Kangaroo
=Bucking =Ball, to have the puppy. But he knew he
couldn't keep it if he brought it home. His family had no
room to keep a puppy. But he had to get it away from the
boy. No telling how mean the boy might be to the puppy
if he got the chance.
 Ever ride on a =Kangaroo =Bucking =Ball?  =Chester
said, bounding up and down in one place.
 No,  said the boy.
 Want to try?  =Chester knew it was easy and fun,
right off.
 Okay,  said the boy.  Here, hold my dog. 


fingers and smiled.  You are learning fast. Now bring the
large bowl and water. 
=Natachee brought the large bowl, and =Namby sat
cross-legged on the floor with the bowl before her. The
powdered clay was dumped into the bowl, and she added
water to it. Her hands kneaded and worked the clay. This
was to get all the air out of it, she explained.  It is done,
little one,  =Namby said at last.  It waits for us to make
our bowls. Now it must rest. 
The next evening =Natachee took the clay from the
storeroom and started her first bowl. The clay was soft
and workable, but =Natachee hardly knew where to begin.
 Mold the bottom first, little one, by placing it in the
molding bowl,  =Namby said.
=Natachee molded and shaped the clay in the shallow
molding dish. She pressed the clay even and smooth all
the way around.
=Namby moved impatiently.  Have you finished yet? 
Yes, my grandmother,  =Natachee said, rising and
placing the molding bowl in her grandmother's hands.
 Would you tell me if the beginning is as it should be? 
=Namby felt the clay. She pressed more clay on one
side where it seemed thin. She handed the bowl to  
=Natachee.
 It is well, little one. You have a sturdy base. Now
build up the sides with ropes of the same thickness. 
=Natachee rolled out a  rope  and started to press it
into the top of the bowl.
=Namby moved impatiently again.  Let me test it


its precious hoards of cones, mushrooms, insects, and  
berries. A squirrel without a territory is sure to starve.
So each =Bushy =Tail cuts and stores =thousands of green
sequoia cones. It spreads them in shallow layers on the
ground. Some cones are stuffed under logs. Carrying the
cones is harder work than cutting them. For the  
ten ounce squirrel, it's the same as a person lifting a  
watermelon.
After such great effort, it's no wonder the chickaree
noisily defends its supplies. It can scare off a bird with
spits, sputters, and growls. But if a bear raids its hoard,
the chickaree is helpless. All it can do is follow the bear
as it walks away and pick up what it drops.
The chickaree builds its nests in the fork of a sequoia
branch. It weaves needles, moss, leaves, and twigs into a
rounded windproof and rainproof shelter. The nest is
about as large as a toaster. The inside, lined with soft,
shredded bark, is smaller than a loaf of bread. A curtain
of moss  closes  the door.
The chickaree grooms itself with care. Even so, it is
bothered by fleas and mites. To starve out the pests it
moves to another nest from time to time.
On the ground the chickaree is in danger from  
coyotes, bobcats, hawks, and weasels. Up in the trees it must
watch out for the marten. This cousin of the weasel is
speedier than the swiftest squirrel. Sometimes the  
chickaree's nest is really threatened. Then it leaves and goes to
another. Even by moving from nest to nest the chickaree


water. The coyote fills a need, just as all living things fill
a need.
Adaptability is the main reason the coyote has  
extended its range. The coyote has adapted to the human
way of life. Many wild animals decrease in number when
towns and cities, farms and factories invade their  
territories. But the coyote has held much of its ground.
From the hills it has always called home, the coyote
today might look down upon a large city. It sees roads
that have been slashed through the woods and meadow.
It learns to hide in drains and pipes. It hears singing in an
outdoor theater, and joins in with a long, mournful wail.
The song dog lives a secretive life near people. Once a
family bought a house near a medium-sized city. Coyotes
roamed in the neighboring woods. The people heard the
barks and whines but they didn't see a coyote until three
years passed. Then a tiny pup crossed the road in front of
their house.
The coyote adapted to living near humans only  
recently. But it has always adapted to the variety offered in
nature. It can survive the cold of the far north and the
heat of the desert. It can live alone or with a group.
Coyotes eat almost anything, from mice, insects, and
rabbits to apples and watermelon. They're not like a bird
of the =Everglades that would probably die without a  
certain snail. Nor are they like the =Monarch caterpillar,
which feeds only on milkweed. The coyote's flexible diet
allows it to live in many places.

Quick to learn where a new meal may come from, the


At the same time, he thought, it means no harm.
The beast let him go. =Lud put a hand on its nose. Its
hide was bare. It felt hard and rough, like the bark of a
tree.
He looked up into its face. Its eyes had wrinkles
about them. It seemed to be smiling.
All day they were together. The beast kept close to
him.  =Lud ate some wild grain and a few berries. The
beast ate, too. With its nose it tore leaves off the trees
and stuffed them into its mouth. =Lud lay down and
drank from a stream. The beast drank, too. It drew water
up into its nose and poured it into its mouth.
That night =Lud slept in the fork of a tree. In the
morning, when he climbed down, the beast was waiting.
It touched him with the tip of its nose. It picked him
up and lifted him into the air. =Lud held his breath. The
beast set him on its head and began to walk.
=Lud had seen people on horseback. He had wondered
what it was like to ride. Now he knew.
 Go!  he said.
The beast broke into a walk that was almost a run.
There was a stream ahead, a swift stream with a low
bank. The beast slid down the bank. =Lud fell off and into
the water. He swam, and the beast swam beside him.
They crossed the stream. The beast picked =Lud up,
and he was riding again.
 Go!  shouted =Lud, and the beast went crashing on
through the woods.
A few short, stiff hairs grew on top of the beast's

marvelous when it was finally finished and completely
assembled, and I gave a big whoop. Then it took three
winters to varnish it. Usually it takes only one, but I had
to be helped. I was learning how to varnish, and it's a
tricky job.
A man saw that first fiddle before it was complete and
ordered two from me right then. I was fifteen years old,
and I had gotten my first order! That was fun.
My dad predicted how my first fiddle would sound. It
came out exactly the way he predicted. It's got a dark,
broad sound. It's very easy to play, exactly as he said it
would be. I had thought he was kidding. I didn't believe
you could predict so closely how something would sound
before it was done.
A famous violinist, =Nathan =Milstein, played my violin
once. That was about my biggest thrill so far. He was in
the workshop, and my dad showed it to him, and he liked
it! You know, I haven't ever played my first fiddle myself
until just now, until this picture taking session. I don't
know why.
Some musicians request a certain sound in the  
instruments they order. Some prefer a darker sound. Some like
a bright, cutting sound that comes right at you with a
certain power, a sharper bite. The kind of sound I go for
is a nice, broad sound that sort of fills the room. That's
usually what we get, too. However, there are always  
variations. There's a different sound from one fiddle to the
next.
You wouldn't believe how many people don't like



In the =Osage Indian language, =Ki =He =Kah =Stah means
the tall chiefs.  One of =American's greatest ballerinas
comes from the family with this name. Maria =Tallchief
was born on =January =24, =1925, in =Fairfax, =Oklahoma.
=Fairfax is a small town in the southwest of the =United
=States.
Her father, =Alexander =Tallchief, was a full-blooded
=Osage. Her grandfather, =Peter =Big =Heart, had been chief
of the tribe. Her mother, =Ruth =Porter =Tallchief, came
from =Scottish and Irish people. She was given the name
=Elizabeth =Marie =Tallchief, but her family and friends
called her =Betty =Marie.
As a child, =Betty =Marie liked to watch the dancing of
the =Osage tribe. But she saw these Indian ceremonies just
on special occasions. The =Osages had given up many of
their old customs to live the way most other =Americans
=10  do



couple of days ago, and there wasn't anybody here.
Clink of coins.
Here's your money, and I'll take a receipt.
That's not necessary, buddy. I'm =Bounce =Reyburn.
Everybody knows me around here.
Just the same, I'll take a receipt from you, or you
won't take any money from me.
Okay. Give me a scrap of paper, somebody, and I'll put
my =John =Henry on it.
Do you own this place?
No, but I've got a stake in it. I'm =Anderson's foreman,
and he owns all the land from here to the river. But
what I say goes, so don't you be running to him and ;
squawking. It won't get you anywhere.     Going
off  =Well, be seeing you around.   
 Not long after the =Larkins had moved into the little
   shack that was their home, Mr =Larkin proposed a
   day's fishing     by the willows that grew along the
   river, the ones =Janey said were like the willows on
   her plate. It was hot that afternoon      so, after
   fishing and while =Mom and =Dad were resting, =Janey
   went exploring     across the bridge and up to a little
   house that stood on the other side, the little house
   that =Janey had dreamed was the one on her blue  
willow plate.


 Off  Say     what are you doing here?
   Hello. Is this where you live?
=E:  Coming on  I said, what are you doing here?  r
=Y: Nothing special. I'm just spying out the land.



touching his tooth again.
 He'll be howling for cake in a minute, see if he
won't,  said =Oona.  Just when I thought to have five
minutes peace! 
 =Mammy, =mammy, cake! Cake, =mammy, =CAAKE! 
roared =Fin.
 Hush now, my darling. Here's a cake,  said =Oona.
And she gave him one of the three that had no griddles in
them.
 He'll never chew that!  said =Cucullin.
But =Fin gobbled it up. He was hungry as could be,
and he roared for another, and gobbled that up, and
roared for yet another.
But when he was half-way through his third cake,
=Cucullin stood up.  I'll be leaving you now, Mrs
=MCoul,  said he.  For if the son takes after his father,
I'm thinking =Fin may be more than a match for me, after
all. 


about =forty-four sounds.  This number may seem  
surprising when you think of the alphabet, which has only
twenty six letters. The fact is that =English doesn't really
have a separate letter for each separate sound. For  
instance, there are four different vowel sounds in hat, lake,
father, and comma, but you spell them all with an a. 
In choosing sounds for your new language, you will
pick out many that you are used to making. But perhaps
you want to try something different. You can make a
perfectly good language with sounds that are not found in
=English words. You might use clicks as some =African  
languages do. You can also use =English sounds in new ways.
Try reversing the sounds in a word like hang. Turn it into
=ngah. Then try to say it. You can't do it? Although this
sound is irregular to us, people who speak certain =African
languages have no trouble with it at all. They are used to
beginning words with =ng. Another combination is =mnu.
There are many such sound combinations that never  
occur in =English. Experiment with them. Try to make
words that begin with =jr or =xw.
You can make your sounds show a change in meaning
when you say them loud or soft. You can do as many
tricks as you like. But if you want other people to learn
your new language, you had better choose only =thirty or
=forty clear, simple sounds and stick to them.
When you have chosen the sounds you want, you can
go ahead and shape them into words. A word-builder
needs only a few plans to go by.
Here is one plan. Just make sounds and give them any
&&000 HARPER & ROW (1981)  5TH GRADE              HAR9815T.ASC
SOARING  by Charles C, Walcutt and Glenn McCracken
Lippicott Basic Readiung Level I
Source: SUNY Cortland Xeroixed, scanned and edited DPH 12-24-92

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him, and saw such delicious fruit hanging from the
branches that she gathered some of it, finding it just
what she wanted to help out her breakfast.
Then she went back to the house, and having
helped herself and =Toto to a good drink of the cool,
clear water, she set about making ready for the journey
to the =City of =Emeralds.
=Dorothy had only one other dress, but that  
happened to be clean and was hanging on a peg beside
her bed. It was gingham, with checks of white and
blue; and although the blue was somewhat faded with
many washings, it was still a pretty frock. The girl
washed herself carefully, dressed herself in the clean
gingham, and tied her pink sunbonnet on her head.
She took a little basket and filled it with bread from
the cupboard, laying a white cloth over the top. Then
she looked down at her feet and noticed how old and
worn her shoes were.
 They surely will never do for a long journey,
=Toto, she said. And =Toto looked up into her face with
his little black eyes and wagged his tail to show he
knew what she meant.
At that moment =Dorothy saw lying on the table
the silver shoes that had belonged to the =Witch of the
=East.
 I wonder if they will fit me, she said to =Toto.
 They would be just the thing to take a long walk
in, for they could not wear out. 
She took off her old leather shoes and tried on
the silver ones, which fitted her as well as if they had
been made for her.



punishment for your stunt today, YOU'LL handle all
the paper work! 
=Wanda winced, then turned to =Bruno and smiled.
Inside, she was glad; the punishment could have been
much worse. And besides, her father hadn't said  
anything about grounding her!
Keeping her thoughts to herself, =Wanda again
fixed her eyes on the surface of =Armstrong's =World.
Soon, she would be back down there, joining the
search for the mind angel, a demon in disguise. Her
father would be sure to let her go, =Wanda decided.
After,all, she and =Bruno had a score to settle!

Later, when the weather was colder, this rain
would be snow. Then many of the birds who had
nested in the trees and shrubs would leave until it
was time for warmth to come again to the air. The
bears retreated into rock dens and only a few birds
stayed around to sing or chirp.
Some mountain creatures did not hide. The hares
that all summer long wore brown coats to match the
trunks of the trees and the dry, fallen pine and fir  
needles, changed their brown coats for white ones when
winter came.
A wind began to rise, stirring the leaves of the
sequoias, pines and firs. The stars were soon covered
over with dark clouds and the wind increased. A new
storm was on its way to =Moses =Mountain. The wind
blew ferociously against the =Moses tree, making its
crown shake and dance as it waited for the snow. Some
of its first crop of cones fell to the ground but most
of them stayed on the tree. It would take two years
for the cones to become ripe enough to produce seed
that might sometime become new sequoia trees.



in. Maybe there will be some antique mining equipment.
It's alway a surprise.
Scuba diving has become a popular sport. It has
important value in the professional world as well.
Science, industry, law enforcement agencies, and the
military all have uses for scuba divers. These divers may
do scientific research or help to build bridges. They  
perform search and recovery missions, or carry out  
numerous other tasks.
The fascinating waters of our planet are as old as
the ages and contains untold secrets. They can be both
inviting and forbidding. They require good judgment and
thorough training of all who enter. The scuba diver who
has those qualities holds the key to the awesome and
exciting world of the deep.


And then =Della leaped up like a little singed cat
and cried,  Oh, oh! 
=Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She
held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The
dull, precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection
of her bright and ardent spirit.
 Isn't it a dandy, =Jim? I hunted all over town to
find it. You'll have to look at the time a =hundred times
a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how
it looks on it. 
Instead of obeying. =Jim tumbled down on the
couch and put his hands under the back of his head
and smiled.
 =Dell, said he,  let's put our =Christmas presents
away and keep them a while. They're too nice to use
just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to
buy your combs. And now suppose we put the chops
on. 


shook his hand and they exchanged addresses.
=Hector found himself engaged in long good-byes.
Slowly, people began to leave the large auditorium,
and =Hector and his parents headed for home.
=Hector sat on his bed and took off =Uncle =Luis
shoes.  Good-bye,he said out loud, making a face,
and dropped them into the box. He sighed with
relief. No one had even mentioned the shoes, he
thought. Man      I bet they didn't even notice them.
Boy! Was I ever lucky.    Nobody said a word.
How about that? he said to himself. Reaching under
the bed, he took out his sneakers and happily put
them on. Never again, he continued, if I can help it.
No, sir. I'm going to make sure I got me shoes to wear!
He remembered all the things he had won at  
graduation. Looking at his new wristwatch, he put it on.
That's really something, he thought. He took out the
check for cash he had received and read,  =Pay to
the =Order of =Hector =Lopez     The =Sum of  
=Twenty Five =Dollars and =oo'loo =Cents. I can't wait to show
everybody, he said to himself.
=Hector left his room and looked into the
kitchen. His mother and grandmother were busily
preparing more food. He heard voices and music in
the living room and quickly walked in that  
direction. When his younger brothers and sister saw
him, they jumped up and down.
 Here's =Hector! =Petie yelled.
 Happy =Graduation =Day, =Hector! everyone
shouted .

One evening early in =March, Mr =Applegate came
home from his work with a smile on his face and a
spring in his step. It was cold that =March afternoon,
and Mr =Applegate ran up the steps to the front porch.
He burst through the storm door, stamped his feet in
the vestibule, and blew out a last plume of frozen misty
breath before he opened the door into the house.
He went into the kitchen to say hello to Mrs  
=Applegate, and then he went into the living room to sit
before the open fire and read his evening paper.  


After being rinsed and dried, it was ready for carding. In
Colonial villages, carding was done at home by hand.
The wool had to be picked over to remove bits of dirt,
burs, twigs, and other foreign matter. Then a bit of oil
was added to it, and the wool was carefully combed or
carded by hand with wooden cards. These tools looked
like wire brushes. The bristles on the cards opened the
wool fibers, then drew them together. The wool was
coinbed from one card to the other. At last a roll of fluffy
strands was formed. The wool fibers were then ready for
spinning into yarn and dyeing.
Before the mid =1800s basic dyeing was done with
natural substances such as dried insects, powdered  
minerals, roots, flowers, and leaves. Some of the natural dye
sources that have been used at one period or another can
be found in almost every region of the country. Reds and
pinks of various shades were obtained from the juices of



had soon pushed off the lid of the pot. Crouched  
behind the stone statue, she at once began her feast.
She didn't stop until she had licked off the  
complete upper layer of the rich, ripe fat. After which, well
fed, she replaced the pot in its hiding-place. She stole
out of the church, and took a walk upon the roofs of
the town, on the lookout for other little opportunities.
She then stretched herself out ill the sun, sleeked  
herself with her long, well-oiled tongue from chin to  
tailtip, licking her chops whenever she thought of her
feast. She composed herself for a nap, and it was far
on in the evening before she returned home.


 You see? Tired already, she said.  I'll walk
more slowly. Why don't you come along to my
mother's house and let us make a strong man of you?
The wrestling in the capital isn't due to begin for three
months. I know, because =Grandmother thought she'd
go. You'd be spending all that time in bad company
and wasting what little power you have. 
All right. Three months. I'll come along,said
the wrestler. He felt he had nothing more to lose. Also,
he feared that the girl might become angry if he  
refused, and place him in the top of a tree until he
changed his mind.
 Fine,she said happily.  We are almost there. 
She freed his hand. It had become red and a little
swollen.  But if you break your promise and run off,
I shall have to chase you and carry you back. 
Soon they arrived in a small valley. A simple  
farmhouse with a thatched roof stood in the middle.
 =Grandmother is at home, but she is an old lady
and she's probably sleeping.=The girl shaded her eyes
with one hand.  But =Mother should be bringing our
cow back from the field, oh, there's =Mother now! 
She waved. The woman coming around the corner
of the house put down the cow she was carrying and
waved back.
She smiled and came across the grass, walking
with a lively bounce like her daughter's. Well, maybe
her bounce was a little more solid, thought the  
wrestler.
 Excuse me, she said, brushing some cow hair
from her dress and dimpling, also like her daughter.


&&000 HARCOURT BRACE JOVANOVICH (1983)  5TH GRADE  HBJ9835T.ASC
BLAZING TRAILS by Margaret Early et al 
Level 11 HBJ bookmark Reading program--Eagle edition
Source: SUNY Cortland:  xerox, scan edit by DPH 1-11-93

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once she knew it was true. This was the way she had
pictured =George =Washington, . This must have been
just how =Washington,  looked, riding among the men
at =Valley =Forge.
=Ann swallowed hard. She tried to drop a curtsy
but it turned out to be just a stiff little bob. She tried
to find her voice, but it didn't turn out any better
than the curtsy. It was more like a squeak.  My
mother will be pleased,  she said.  I'll tell her. 
=Afterward =Ann could never remember just how
she introduced =General =Washington,  and his friends
to her mother. When she caught her breath again,
they had started on a tour of the farm with =David.
=Ann and her mother were alone in the cabin with
supper to prepare.
Mrs =Hamilton's eyes were shining as she stepped
away from the door.  Now is the time to use the
linen tablecloth, =Ann,  she said,  and the lavender
flowered plates. 


=Miss =Anning,  he said,
would you care to show me
where you found your mysterious
creature ? 
=Mary was delighted to have
such an important person  
interested in her discovery. So the two
of them, with =Tray in the lead,
went tramping off to the  
=Charmouth cliffs.
As they neared the cliffs, =Tray
raced ahead with excited yelps.
He stopped suddenly at a pile
of rocks.
 That's the place,  said =Mary.
 Tray remembers it. I found the
skeleton there, in the blue =Lias
=lia  layer of the cliff. 
=Mary and her scientist friends
could tell that the earth was in
layers. But at that time no one
knew that the =Lias layer was
about =180 =million years old. It was
formed in an age when great  
dinosaurs roamed the earth. Flying
reptiles and birdlike creatures
had just begun to appear.
Other strange bones had been
found in =England. But no one
knew for certain that they were
dinosaur bones. Many people still
thought they were the remains of
dragons, elephants, or giants. So
=Mary and her friends had no way
of knowing that her monster was
a dinosaur.

Naming the Curiosities

When =Mary was fourteen
years old, a friend gave her a  
geology book. This book was a great
help. Now =Mary could study the
layers of the earth with greater
knowledge. She learned to call
horns of ammon  ammonites. 
She began to recognize other
forms of fossils, such as footprints
in rocks.
Seven years passed and
=Mary's monster still had no
name.
Finally, in =1818, =George
=Koenig, of the =British =Museum,
said:  Everyone agrees the  
creature is a seagoing reptile. It has a
fishlike shape. So why not call it
ichthyosaurus? The =Greek word


After the covered-wagon  
pioneers went west to seek their
fortunes, another frontier
opened up. To the prairies of
the =Dakotas and =Nebraska,
with their uncertain rainfall
and wild windstorms, came
the sod-shanty pioneers.
One of them was =Grace  
=McCance. She was only three
years old at the time her family
moved from =Missouri to  
=Nebraska, in =1885.
One reason for the great
westward movement during
the nineteenth century was
that people wanted land for
farming. There was land in
plenty, =thousands of square
miles of it. Farmers and their
families moved westward to
claim it.
In =1862, =President =Abraham
=Lincoln signed the first  
=Homestead =Act. It threw vast
stretches open to settlement at
a very low cost. Any citizen
twenty-one years old or older
could file a claim on =160 acres.
After five years of working the
land, the man or woman could
buy it for only =$1'25 an acre.
This was known as  proving
up. 
=By =1885, pioneers moving to
=Nebraska traveled by railroad.
=Grace's father, =Charles, sold
his only milk-giving cow to pay
for moving everything the  
family owned  household goods,
farm tools, three horses, and
a mule.

A Tough Beginning

Like most homesteaders on
the =Great =Plains, the  
=McCances lived in a house made
of earth. The soddy was the
typical first home of most  
people who filed for free land on
the prairie. Trees were too
scarce to be cut for building log
cabins. So the tough prairie sod
itself was used for building
material. It was cut into neat
blocks which were piled up
solidly to make thick walls.
The roof, supported by planks,
was made of sod, too.
The =McCances' first soddy
was one room only twelve by
fourteen feet in size. Compared
to many others, however, it
was a lovely home. It had a
wooden floor, and the side


walls were whitewashed.
=Grace's mother bleached flour
sacks to make curtains for the
three little windows.

=Oregon's coast in =1579. A =Russian sailor named =Bering had
explored the northern =Pacific =Ocean in the =1'700's. =Russia
 therefore claimed rights to both =Alaska and =Oregon. The
=United =States based its claim to =Oregon on the explorations
made by =Sacajawea and =Lewis and =Clark from =1804 to =1806.
The main idea of the paragraph is stated in the first  
sentence:  In the early =1800's, =Oregon was claimed by four  
nations.  How do the other sentences support this idea?

When the Main Idea Is Not Stated

In many paragraphs, the main idea is not stated in one
sentence. But you can state the main idea yourself if you  
understand what all the details add up to. You can find an  
unstated main idea in the same way you found the main idea of
the cartoon on page =300. You added up the details and were
able to figure out that the little girl is going to an aquarium.
The main idea of the following paragraph is not stated.


If =Nancy =Hanks
Came back as a ghost,
Seeking news
Of what she loved most,
She'd ask first
Where's my son?
What's happened to =Abe?
What's he done?
 Poor little =Abe,
Left all alone
Except for =Tom,
Who's a rolling stone;
He was only nine
The year I died.
I remember still
How hard he cried.

 Scraping along
In a little shack,
With hardly a shirt
To cover his back,
And a prairie wind
To blow him down,
Or pinching times
If he went to town.

 You wouldn't know
About my son?
Did he grow tall?
Did he have fun?
Did he learn to read?
Did he get to town?
Did you know his name
Did he get on? 

different from one another that some
people speak of the three =Perus. The
first =Peru is the narrow strip of desert
that runs the whole length of the
country along the coast. Almost no
rain falls here, but there are about
=forty small rivers that flow through the
desert. Near these rivers are =Peru's
large cities and towns. Among them is
the capital city of =Lima. Look at the
map again. What other cities can you
find in the first =Peru?
To the east of the desert rises the
second =Peru. It is the =Andes, the  
highest mountains in the =Western  
=Hemisphere. In this second =Peru, several
miles above the sea, the air is chilly
most of the year. Few things grow
here.
The third =Peru is on the other side
of the =Andes. There the land drops
down sharply. That region is mostly
rain forest. Very few people live in the
third =Peru.



What is a sea shell? It is the
house of a soft-bodied animal
called a mollusk. The animal has
built the shell to protect itself.  You
may not realize that shells you've
found once held living animals. 
How does the mollusk make its
shell? Wrapped around the body
of the animal is a sac called a
mantle. Inside the mantle are cells
that make lime. The shell is made
from this lime.
Each kind of mollusk makes its
house in a different shape. Some
shells are round; some are spiral.
Some are smooth and glossy.
Others are rough and ridged.
From earliest times people
have admired these animal
houses. That is why collecting
shells has been popular through
the ages.

Different Kinds of Shells

Some shells are found only in
certain parts of the world. Other
shells seem to be everywhere. The
warmer the water in which a shell
is found, the brighter its color
seems to be. Shells from calm
waters are thinner than those
found where there are high seas
and a pounding surf.
Most of the shells you find fall
into two classes. They are called
bivalves and univalves.
Bivalves are shells that have
two parts joined together by a
hinge.  The prefix bi- means
two.   Clams and oysters are  
examples of these. Sometimes you
will find only one half of a  
bivalve. You can recognize it by the
hinge mark. Univalves are made in one
piece.  The prefix uni- means
one.   Cones, sundials, and
cowries are some kinds of
univalves.


An author-artist worth knowing is =Robert =McCloskey. He
has written eight books for young people and illustrated
them with his drawings and paintings.
Telling about himself in =The =Junior =Book of =Authors,
Mr =McCloskey said,  It is just sort of an accident that I
write books. I really think up stories in pictures and just fill
in between the pictures with a sentence or a paragraph or a
few pages of words.  Probably it isn't quite that easy. A
look at his life and the books he has produced shows us
that his stories and pictures are more carefully planned
than Mr =McCloskey suggests.


When the seedling has about
a dozen large leaves, it can be
planted in a flowerpot filled with
good soil. Of course, it can also
be planted outdoors.
If you try to grow a big tree
from a seed, you will almost
surely be disappointed. You are
better off planting a healthy,
young tree that has had a head
start. You can get one at a plant
nursery in your own  
neighborhood.
The tree you plant today will
grow fast or slowly, in its own
way. It will grow tall and  
slender, or round and spreading,  
according to its own nature. It may
live for =100 years or more.
If you plant a tree and look
after it, you will feel proud,  
knowing you have helped a living
thing to grow.

Using Context Clues

Whenever you read a textbook, use all your skills to  
understand the meanings of new words. Look for context clues
that may help you. Notice any words printed in boldface or
italic type. They may be defined in context, or they may be
found in the glossary of your textbook.
As you read the following textbook selections, use the  
sidenotes to help you find clues to the meanings of new words.

Using Context Clues in Science
Words in headings like
this will usually be
explained. What is
scatterlng?
SCATTERING. When light passes
through things, it does not always
travel in the same way. For example,
when light passes through some
things, such as frosted glass, it  
scatters. That is, the light separates and
goes in many directions. If you were to
look at this kind of glass, you could
see light shining through it. However,
&&000 HARCOURT, BRACE, JOVANOVICH  (1987)  5TH GRADE  HBJ9875T.ASC
LANDMARKS by Margeret Early et al
Level 11 HBJ Reading Program
Source: SUNY Cortland: xerox, scan, edit by DPH 12-26-92

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Mr =Audubon and I spent a good part of this day sitting
on deck sketching. And Mr =Audubon told me more about
his plans for this trip.
Now here I got a surprise. It seems that Mr =A hasn't a
penny to his name. He has got us passage on this boat with
the promise that we will supply game for the captain and
his crew! So I shall be hunting, if not singing, for my supper.
And for everyone else's, too.
Now about the birds for Mr =Audubon's paintings. He
needs examples of every species of bird common to these
parts, including those which have never been named in
other bird books. He calls these nondescripts, which means
that no one has described them. Mr =A has a book with
him by a Mr =Alexander =Wilson, which he uses as a guide.
But Mr =Audubon hopes to include in his bird book many
species that Mr =Wilson does not picture. If I find a new
species, Mr =Audubon says he may name it for me. =Mason's
hawk! =Mason's flycatcher! Even =Mason's eagle! How fine
that sounds. I shall look sharp for new birds, you may be
sure. We are all ready. Powder dry, boots greased, guns in
order. Tomorrow we start hunting in earnest. I hope that
game is plentiful, otherwise two artists and the crew of this
flatboat will be going hungry. I can't help thinking what a long
way I am from my cozy bedroom under the eaves.

October =20, =1820 Hunting

Mr =Audubon and I have gone hunting every day this
week. We start out as soon as the sun is up. We leave the
flatboat and arrange to meet it at an appointed place


=Chris and his father, =Paul, review finished art work in their
studio.

backgrounds of his drawings are exactly right. When he
designed the =Audubon stamp, he worked from oil  
paintings by =Audubon's son, looked at prints from the =Chicago
=Historical =Soeiety, and studied books on the artist's life.
=Chris uses real people as models for his work. For a
children's book, he visited a nearby school and took
pictures of children who fit the author's descriptions.  I
use my friends, my father, even myself, sometimes,  he
says, grinning.
It can take days or even weeks of research before =Chris
is ready to go back to the art director.  Some artists like

Soon, from the faraway end came the sound of cheering.
Next, the measured tramp of a great war-horse made his
heart beat quicker, and then he found himself cheering with
the rest, as amid welcoming shouts and waving of  
handkerchiefs, Street =George paced slowly up the street. The
=Boy's
heart stood still, the beauty and the grace of the hero were
so far beyond anything he had yet seen. His armor was
inlaid with gold, his plumed helmet hung at his saddlebow,
and his thick fair hair framed a face gentle beyond expression
till you caught the sternness in his eyes. He drew rein in
front of the little inn, and the villagers crowded round with
greetings and thanks and long statements of their wrongs
and grievances. The =Boy heard the gentle voice of the =Saint,
assuring them that all would be well now, and that he
would stand by them and free them from their foe. The =Boy
made off up the hill as fast as he could.
 It's all up, dragon!  he shouted as soon as he was within
sight of the beast.  He's coming! You'll have to pull yourself
together and do something at last! 
The dragon was licking his scales and rubbing them with
a rag the =Boy's mother had lent him, till he shone like a
great turquoise.
 Don't be violent, =Boy,  he said without looking round.
 Sit down and get your breath, and then perhaps you'll be
good enough to tell me who's coming? 
 That's right, take it coolly,  said the =Boy.  Hope you'll
be half as,cool when I've got through with my news. It's
only Street =George who's coming, that's all. He rode into the
village half an hour ago. Of course you can lick him, a
great big fellow like you! But I thought I'd warn you, because
he's sure to be round early, and he's got the longest,
wickedest looking spear you ever did see! 



the door. She was very angry, and she vowed that she
would get even with this proud young man who had
played such a trick to embarrass her.
For weeks =Carmelita thought of nothing else but =Don
=Pedro. Each day she had a new idea, but none seemed to
please her. Then one afternoon, she learned that the young
man had fallen ill .
 He is not very sick,  people said,  but he greatly fears
he will die. 
=Carmelita dressed herself in a gray wig and a long robe,
so as to resemble =Saint =Anthony. Leading a fat pig, as the
good saint was known to do, she made her way to the
=Governor's house.
 Saint =Anthony! Saint =Anthony!  =Don =Pedro's servants
fell on their knees when they saw the familiar bent figure
leading the pig. They took these two travelers at once to
the room where =Don =Pedro lay on his couch.
 I have been sent to you, my poor friend.  =Carmelita's
voice sounded just like that of a man.  You have been
faithful. Now that you are about to die, I come to help
you get ready. 
 Good =Saint =Anthony, I beg you. I am too young to die.
Help me to live instead. 
The false saint's head was bowed. No words came for
a moment, then =Carmelita spoke slowly,  =God loves the
meek, my son, so show that your heart is humble. Perhaps
then =God will be pleased and will grant you longer to live.
 This poor creature by my side is my friend and companion, yet it
is only a pig, one of the lowliest of all the creatures. Show your
meekness by treating it as your


explained. =Joshway decided he'd let them do it, thinking
if they weren't too close, he might enjoy their company.
Another day he woke up in the morning and found a
possum hanging from a branch by its tail. The possum
didn't ask permission; he stayed on without a  
by your leave and he was no bother to =Joshway because he
appeared not to do anything ever except sleep.
All this time the tree was growing at the bottom, too.
Tough, snaky roots broke through the tomato can and
split it all to pieces and they crept down into the ground.
These roots did their growing at night, mostly. Every
morning =Joshway would pull them out of the ground,
and every night the roots would go back down in, each
time a little deeper. Came a morning when =Joshway
found he couldn't pull them out. They were stuck fast.
It was time to move on to another crop, but he couldn't
leave the tree behind and his house and all. So there was
nothing for it but he had to stay and live there in his
tree house. He got rather hungry, not having any work,
but by and by folks took to coming along and wanting to
pay rent for branches to build houses on for themselves.
Pretty soon =Joshway had every pocket full of paper money
and he had enough people living in his tree to make two
sides for a softball game.
Here =Manowar stopped talking and walked over to the
drinking fountain and took a good long gulp.  Is that the
end?  asked =Lulubelle.
 No,  said =Manowar, coming back from the fountain,
and he continued.
A bulldozer came rolling along and a cat was driving
it, a big fierce cat he was, black-and-yellow stripes and
extra-long whiskers. The cat said, I'll give you five



=Mama =Luka liked to sit in her tight little room in a fine,
good place called =Harlem. She had black skin and a nose
as curved as the beak of a parrot. She wore her hair in one
long pigtail down her back. She called the pigtail her plait,
and she could sit on it. She sat on it whenever she felt like
telling tales.
=Mama =Luka took care of =Lee =Edward after his school was
out for the day and until his mother came home from work
And =Mama =Luka sat all the while in her little room in the
good place, telling =Jahdu stories to =Lee =Edward. She told
them slow and she told them easy while =Lee =Edward
listened. He sat on the floor with his eyes tight shut, which
was the best way for him to imagine =Jahdu.
Summer had come to the good place called =Harlem, so
the window was open wide in =Mama =Luka's hot little room
=Mama =Luka had moved her chair closer to the window
Yes, she had. She had raised her blind so that she could
see what happened in the street below.
 Yes, child,  she said to =Lee =Edward, who sat on the
floor,  I have seen =fifty summers come to the street down



People do not have time to read a newspaper from  
beginning to end, the way you read a book. This is why a news
story is written in a special way. The most important  
information is in the first part of the story. That way a person
can find out what is important without reading the whole story.
the information in a news story answers six questions: Who?
What? When,? Where? Why? How? Find the parts that tell
who, what, when, where, why, and how in the news story
on the preceding page.

Feature Stories

Besides news stories, you'll find feature stories in a  
newspaper. Features are stories about people, places, or things
what happen. Features are not news stories. Sometimes they
give extra information about a news story. Suppose a baseball
team wins the championship. The newspaper might print an
interview with the coach. This feature story would make the
news story more interesting. Features that are often in the
newspaper are called regular features. They give you information
for daily living, about health, new products, or do-it-yourself
advice.

Some people don't really care what kind of shoes they wear.
They think that shoes are just things we all have to put up with.
If you didn't have shoes, you'd risk catching cold everytime
you stepped in a puddle. If you didn't have shoes, you'd have to
worry about cutting your feet.
But then there are other people who
think that shoes are very important. They
think that shoes can reveal a part of your
personality, that shoes are, well, fun!
lust think about all the different kinds
of shoes there are. Take sneakers, for  
example. There are sneakers that go up over
your ankles, and others that are cut low.
There are sneakers that have laces, and
others that don't. And as for colors, 
well, you can even get sneakers in bright
pink, or sneakers with flowers painted on
them, or sneakers with lace.


ny people enjoy going to the theater to see live actors
actresses perform. The actors and actresses act out the
play from beginning to end. The audience laughs or applauds
throughout the play. There is communication between the
actors and actresses and the audience.

Television Plays and Movies

Some plays are written for television or for the movies.
Instead of having to use stage scenery to show a place, a
Television play.or a movie can film on location. On location
means to use the actual location that is the setting of the
play. Special effects can be used to make things appear to
happen. These include airplanes flying, explosions, even
earthquakes. The most elaborate special effects can simulate
space travel or monsters coming to life.
Each scene of a television play or movie can be filmed
several times. The best versions are then put together to make
the final show.  On stage, if actors make a mistake, they have
to continue the play. On television or in the movies, the
mistakes can be taken out so the audience does not see
them.

Radio Plays

Plays are also presented on radio. The audience of a radio
play cannot see what is happening. The audience must 
imagine what is happening. Radio plays use sound effects to
make the play more exciting. Sound effects create the sounds
of events in the play. If it is raining, you'll hear the sound of
rain. If a character drops a glass, you'll hear the sound of
breaking glass.
When you read a play, try to picture the action in your
mind. Imagine each character speaking as you read the
dialogue. The setting and the stage directions will help you
understand the play.



Link cooked an early dinner at his campsite and then,
with his sleeping bag and enough food for breakfast, he
hiked back through the woods to a spot not far from the
blind  he had made, a hiding place of cut bushes from
which he could watch the bird's without being seen. He
slept well and got up a short while before dawn and ate a
cold breakfast of a banana, two pieces of bread, and a
slice of cold ham. He would have liked a cup of hot coffee
and an egg, but he did not want any smoke rising from a
campfire to alarm the cranes. When he hall finished he
carried his sleeping bag out to his blind and made a
comfortable spot where he could sit or lie while he
waited. He had scarcely settled himself when =Olson  
appeared. The wildlife expert had come up quietly and
=Link had no idea he was around until he was within a
few feet of the blind.
 You've got yourself set quite comfortably,  =Olson said
as he sat down beside =Link.  What did you do, sleep
here? 
 No, over there a ways, back in the trees,  =Link said.
 There's a tiny little stream with some water. 
 Have any breakfast? 
 Not much of a one,  =Link said.
 I brought along a big hunk of coffee cake,  =Olson said.
He reached into a small knapsack he was carrying and
took out a package and a thermos of hot coffee.  Thought
you might like some. 
=Olson inspected and loaded his gun, not with bullets,
but with tranquilizing darts. =Link checked his camera as
the field grew lighter.
 Cranes eat seeds, berries, roots,  worms, bugs, almost
anything,  =Olson said.  My guess is that at this time of



succeeded in toppling them over. They all peered over the
edge to see if the fire was out.
Oh fine!  said =Tucker.  It's still burning and you blocked
the hole to get out! 
They were trapped. Harry and =Tucker jumped down and
started pulling away the magazines furiously. But the fire
crept closer and they had to back away.  What a way to
go,  said =Tucker.  I should have stayed on =Tenth =Avenue. 
For a moment =Chester got panicky. But he forced his
thoughts back into order and took stock of the situation.
And an idea struck him. In one leap he jumped onto the
alarm clock, landing right on the button that set off the
alarm. The old clock began ringing so wildly it shook itself
around the shelf in a mad dance. =Chester hopped back to
his friends.
 Any alarm in a fire,  he said.
They waited, crouched against the wall. On the opposite
side of the stand the flames were lapping against the wood.
Already the paint on it had begun to blister.
=Chester could hear voices outside the newsstand. Even
at this hour there were always a few people in the station.
Somebody said,  What's that? 
 I smell smoke,  said another. Chester recognized the
voice. It was =Paul, the conductor on the shuttle train. There
was a sound of footsteps running away, then running back
again, and a hammering began. The newsstand shook all
over.
 Somebody get the other side,  said =Paul.
The cover was wrenched off. Clouds of smoke billowed
up. The people standing around were astonished to see,
through the fumes and glare of the fire, a cat, a mouse, and
a cricket, running, jumping, to safety.
&&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN  (1983)  5TH GRADE        HM19835T.ASC
BANNERS by William K. Durr et al
Source: SUNY Cortland, xeroxed, scanned, edited by DPH 12-29-92

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 And besides,  he thought,  I'm strong. I can take care of
myself. 
=Thomas continued along the path, flickering his tiny beam
of light this way and that. Pools of water stood in some
places. He felt a coldness, like the stream of air that came
from around the button on the oak doorframe. His shoes
were soon soaked. His socks grew cold and wet, and he
thought about taking them off. He could hear water running
a long way off. He stopped again to listen, but he couldn't
tell from what direction the sound came.
 It's just one of the springs,  he said. His voice bounced
off the walls strangely.
Better not speak. There could be tunnels leading off this
one. You can't tell what might hear you in a place like this.
Thomas was scaring himself. He decided not to think
again about other tunnels or ghosts. He did think for the
first time of how he would get out of this tunnel. He had
fallen five feet, and he wasn't sure he would be able to
climb back up the crumbling brick walls. Still, the path he
walked had to lead somewhere. There had to be another
way out.
=Thomas felt his feet begin to climb; the path was slanting
up. He walked slowly on the slippery rock; then suddenly
the path was very wide. The walls were four feet away on
either side, and there were long stone slabs against each
wall. Thomas sat down on one of the slabs. It was wet, but
he didn't even notice.
 Why these slabs?  he asked himself.  For the slaves,
hiding and running? 
=EIe opened and closed a moist hand around the flashlight.
The light beam could not keep back the dark.  =Thomas had
a lonely feeling, the kind of feeling the running slaves must
have had.
 And they dared not use light, he thought.  How long



Meanwhile =Eustace slept and
slept, and slept. What woke him
was a pain in his arm. The moon
was shining in at the mouth of the
cave, and the bed of treasures
seemed to have grown much more
comfortable. In fact he could
hardly feel it at all. He was  
puzzled by the pain in his arm at first,
but presently it occurred to him
that the bracelet that he had
shoved up above his elbow had
become strangely tight. His arm
must have swollen while he was
asleep  it was his left arm .
He moved his right arm in order
to feel his left but stopped before
he had moved it an inch and bit his
lip in terror. For just in front of
him, and a little on his right, where
the moonlight fell clear on the floor
of the cave, he saw a hideous shape
moving. He knew that shape: It
was a dragon's claw. It had moved
as he moved his hand and became
still when he stopped moving his
hand.
 Oh, what a fool I've been, 
thought =Eustace.  Of course, the
brute had a mate, and it's lying
beside me. 
For several minutes, he did not
dare to move a muscle. He saw
two thin columns of smoke going
up before his eyes, black against
the moonlight, just as there had
been smoke coming from the other
dragon's nose before it died. This


Water lettuce, another fast-growing plant, gets along well
in wet lands. In =Florida's swamps, where it grows the year
round, it forms a thick green carpet over the water. Neither
strong arms on oars nor powerful engines can push a boat
through a cover of thick water lettuce.
The swamps within the =Everglades are a refuge to many
birds. For some birds it is their year round home; others
spend only the winter there. The snowy egret is a  
year round dweller and so is the large wood ibis, which is actually
a stork. Both birds build their nests high in the tops of the
cypress trees, away from harm.
The swamp is also the home of the speckled limpkin, so
named because it walks with a limp. But it is the limpkin's
cry that makes it best remembered. Native =Americans call it
the crying bird; others describe its cry as sounding like the
shout of a startled person. Usually there are also herons of
many kinds, waiting patiently to catch fish for a meal.



Unfortunately, =Madam, my assistant appears to have
flown for his life. And with the box full of money. Why, it
wouldn't surprise me if we find him with his neck broke and
robbed by that thieving ghost. 
 Pay up, sir,  was all =Aunt =Etta would say.  Come along,
=Opie. 
 Hold on,  =Professor =Pepper said with sudden politeness.
 I've been nearly strangled. Aye, short of breath I am.
Perhaps that lad will help me carry the coffin downstairs. 
 What on earth for?  =Aunt =Etta said.
 Why, =Crookneck =John must return to his dry bones
before the crow of dawn, =Madam. That's the way of ghosts,
you know. I'll have the burying box moved to the jailhouse.
He'll wake up behind bars, the scoundrel! Aye, with the
money, if he has it. 
Then he turned an eye on me.  I'll reward you for your
trouble, lad. Cash money. 
It wouldn't be much if I knew him, but cash money was
saddle money.
 Yes, sir,  I answered.
Aunt =Etta could read my thoughts.  I've seen enough
play-acting for one night,  she said.  It's past my bedtime.
I'm going home, =Opie. 
 I won't be long,  I said.
That pine box was heavy. I didn't think dry old bones
could weigh so much. Then I reminded myself that  
=Crookneck =John had been seven feet tall.
The moon was rising and full.
When we struggled down to the foot of the stairs,  
Professor =Pepper's breath gave out.
 This will  do, lad,  he said.  Oh, I should have known better
than to raise the =Crookneck =Ghost on a full moon night.
Turns him wild. 



We faced the green cloverleaf poster with the =H on every leaf
and with the strength of our fifteen voices recited:

I pledge my head to clearer thinking
my heart to greater loyalty
my hands to greater service and
my health to better living
for my club, my community, and my country.

=Philip =Hall struck the table with his gavel, which is pretty
much the way the =4-H =Club of =Pocahontas, =Arkansas, is always
called to order. He asked everybody, one at a time, to tell
how each project was coming along and if it was going to be
ready for next =Saturday's county fair.
Although my hand was the first raised, =Philip was nodding
toward =Bonnie =Blake, which was just as well, seeing as she had
already begun talking. She told about the special problem of
making a dress with a printed pattern, and then she explained
with detail piled on top of boring detail how she overcame every
single obstacle before saying,  But it's all finished now, and I'm
ready for the judging. 
Waving my hand as hard as I could didn't help, because
=Philip had begun motioning toward =Ginny, who got to her feet
so slowly that you'd think she was the only one waiting to speak
her piece. Then she did a powerful lot of explaining about all
the trouble she went through getting a few garden vegetables
into sealed jars before she finally said,  =But my carrots, stewed
tomatoes, and lima beans can hardly wait for the canning
contest. 
I thought for sure I was going to be next, but =Gordon was
being asked to report on what he was doing to get himself
prepared for the tractor maintenance contest.  Through the
mail I got a little booklet called =Maintaining =Your =Tractor, and
I read it, top to bottom. 



crater =Great =Kilauea. This was the home of a fire
god, =Forest-Eater. His appetite was so huge
nothing could satisfy it. He ate trees, crops,
houses, people.
=Pele had heard that no one but his small white
dog dared approach him. She smiled, =Pele
dared approach him! If she joined =Forest-Eater
that should put an end to =Namaka's  
troublemaking.
Up the mountain slope, along a chain of  
craters, went =Pele. Though she found large  
steaming cracks, she caught no sight of =Forest-Eater
anywhere.
She reached =Little =Kilauea, still no sign of
=Forest-Eater. She came at last to =Great =Kilauea
and there, at the edge of the huge pit, sat a
small white dog, howling mournfully. Of  
=ForestEater there was no trace.
=Pele searched for days without success. Then
she settled down in =Forest-Eater's home and sent
=Tide and =Current back for her sister =Hiiaka, the
goddess of lightning.
=Namaka, convinced at last that she could
never destroy =Pele, decided to ignore her.
No one ever saw =Forest-Eater again. Some
say he moved to an unknown island rather than
share his crater home with =Volcano =Goddess.
Others say he simply ate himself to death.
In time, even his dog stopped looking for him
and became =Pele's follower. Sometimes this
small white dog is seen running across the bleak
lava fields. Sometimes people tell of meeting
=Pele on the lonely roads near =Kilauea.


The sun is setting on your campground in the  
northern =Nevada mountains. There is a chill in the air. It is
time to light the campfire. In a hollow of sand lie a few
small pieces of wood.
But the fire won't light. The wood won't burn.
Why not? Because the pieces of wood, which look so
real, are stone!
You have had the good luck to find petrified wood!
Put the petrified wood in your rock sack and look
around for some real wood.
As you sit in the glow of your campfire, you will have
time to wonder, how does wood turn to stone?
Long ago, entire forests were covered to their tops
with volcanic ashes. Rains soaked the earth and the
trees lay buried in ashes and mud for =millions of years.
Minerals filtered into the logs, slowly replacing the
wood cells. In time all the wood was gone, but the
minerals remained, hardened into rainbow-colored
trees of stone.
This happened over and over again.
In =Yellowstone =National =Park in =Wyoming, on the
wall of a deep canyon, you can see where fifteen giant
forests grew, one on top of the other. Each, in turn,
became petrified. Many petrified tree roots are  
entwined in the top branches of the petrified forest  
beneath it.
Petrified wood varies in quality and type. You can
find crumbly logs of silicate or thin pieces of stone that
looks like wood, like the ones you found in your  
campfire in northern =Nevada. Not too far from this same
place, you can dig for gem-quality agate formed from
wood.
The thirty miles of dirt road leading into the agatized
wood area crosses open cattle range and creeks, follows



the book has information about dog teams in the =Arctic and
dog teams used to reach the =North =Pole.

Page =Numbers
=After each topic in an index, you will usually find one or
more numbers that tell the pages in that book where you can
find information about the topic. If the page numbers are
separated by a comma, information about that topic is found
on just the pages listed. After the main topic =Airports in the
index on page =169, find the subtopic on airmail routes. The
numbers =62, =65 tell you that information about the subtopic
can be found only on pages =62 and =65, not on pages =63 and =64.
If the page numbers are separated by a dash, information
about that topic can be found on the pages listed and on the
pages between them. After the main topic =Balloons, find
the subtopic hot air. The numbers =74'78 show that  
information about that subtopic begins on page =74, continues on
pages =75, =76, =77, and ends on page =78.

Special Information
In some indexes, the letter =m, =p, =d, or =t is used with a page
number to tell you that a map, m; a picture, p; a diagram, d;
or a table, t, is on that page. The letter may appear either
before or after the page number with which it is used. In the
index on page =169, the letter appears after the page number.
Look at the main topic =Airplanes. The subtopic first, is
followed by =8, =9p. This means that on page =9 there is a
picture of the first airplane.

Cross-references
Cross-references are words that appear after a main
topic and direct you to other main topics. The page  
references there may lead you to the information you want. Find
the main topic =Columbus, =Christopher. After it, find the



marks. A primary stress mark    following the third part
shows that part has the greatest stress. A secondary stress
mark    following the first part shows that part is also
stressed but not with as much force. A primary stress mark
is darker and heavier than a secondary stress mark. Say the
word transportation softly to yourself. You should say the
first part with a weaker stress than you say the third part.
Not all dictionaries have stress marks after stressed parts.
When you use a dictionary to get the pronunciation of a
word, first check the front section of that dictionary to see
how stress marks are used.

USING A PRONUNClATlON KEY IN A DICTlONARY

Use the pronunciation key on page =104 to get the correct
pronunciation of the word shown in heavy, dark type in each
of the numbered sentences below. On a separate sheet of
paper, write the number of each sentence and the answer to
the question that follows the sentence.
As =Christy ran through the brier briar  patch, her
sweater caught on the thorns.
Which key word in the pronunciation key tells you the
sound for in the special spelling of brier?
The navigator  navigator  had a difficult time steering
the ship through the narrow channel.
Which part of navigator has the strongest stress?
The colorful hyacinth  gave off a fragrant aroma.
Which key word in the pronunciation key tells you the
sound for i in the special spelling of hyacinth?
Presidential  elections are held every four years.
Is the secondary stress on the first or third syllable of
=Presidential?


It had rained all day =Sunday, but =Kay did not mind a bit.
She had spent the afternoon reading the book =Mishmash,
which a friend had let her borrow. =Kay wondered how she
could find out if the author had written other books about
the big friendly dog =Mishmash.
That same afternoon, =Tony had watched a program on
television about dinosaurs. Those strange-looking creatures
had interested him. He felt sure that there must be many
books telling about dinosaurs, and he wondered where he
should look for them.
When you have questions like those raised by =Kay and
=Tony, you can usually find the answers to them easily by
using the card catalog in your school or public library.
Knowing how to use the card catalog makes it possible for
you to discover quickly what books are to be found in that
library and where the books can be found.

What Is a =Card =Catalog?
Almost every library has a card catalog, and all card
catalogs provide the same kinds of information, even though
they may be different in size and appearance. Suppose that
the card catalog in your library looks like the one pictured
on page =55. Notice that there are twelve drawers and that
each drawer has one or more letters on it. The cards inside
each drawer are arranged in alphabetical order beginning
with the letter or letters shown on the drawers. The card
catalog can be used as a kind of index, an alphabetical list of
all the books the library has.
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     That summer when =Simon was ten was a time full of new
things. Gradually, the apartment became home. =Gramp and =Mum put
everything right and soon =Simon was quite used to the
differences, even liking his room in the sky, and going up and
down in an elevator, or even sometimes running the whole way down
the stairs, hundreds of steps, to arrive breathless and panting
at the bottom, dizzy with it all.

The school took some getting used to, but it had a good
playing field. =Simon sometimes went there after school, too,
because there was no space to play around the apartments, or
at least nowhere to play without getting chased away every five
minutes. But the school was several streets away, and he only
went there for scrimmage. Best of all, he had found a place for
his guinea pigs.

=Gramp had fixed it up. The shed down in the yard was very
small, one of a row all alike, a very large closet with a
door-sized door, that was all. There was just room for =Dad's
motorbike, some odds and ends, and a shelf at the end for cans
of paint and that kind of thing. =Gramp cleared the shelf,
stacked the paint cans all at one side, cut the legs off the
hutch, and put the guinea pigs there.

"Now don't forget to feed them," he said. "It's a bit dark,
but not too bad. It's up to you to see they get fed and
cleaned."

=Simon had a small plastic bucket up in the apartment and
=Mum put all the leftover green leaves and stale bread in it.
Every day after school, =Simon took the key from the hook
inside the kitchen cabinet and went down to feed the guinea
pigs. They were getting big now and needed quite a lot of
food. Sometimes he wandered all over the building sites down
the road, looking for dandelions and groundsel and other wild
greenstuff for them. Sometimes the greengrocer gave him
leftover cabbage leaves, or a carrot or two. So the guinea pigs
did well. And =Simon was pleased.

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Have you ever watched the
scene in a =CharlieBrown television special where =Lucy holds a
football for =CharlieBrown to
kick? =Lucy holds the football on
the ground with one finger.
=CharlieBrown gets ready to run.
A flicker of doubt crosses his
face; but he lifts up his elbows,
leans forward, and runs. His feet
move so fast they are a blur. His
arms pump up and down. He
gets to the football, and
WHOOSH! =Lucy grabs it away.
"=ARRGH!" =CharlieBrown flies
up into the air. =WHOP! He
hits the ground so hard the dust
rises.

Without a word spoken, the
scene tells a story that is both
funny and sad. =Lucy has done it
again. She has fooled poor =CharlieBrown.

=CharlieBrown is not the only
one who was fooled. You were
too. =CharlieBrown and =Lucy are
not people. They are drawings.
They are made up of lines, circles, and colors on flat pieces of
paper.

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 "Well, tell us what is the worst of him" said Mrs =Rice. "If
this outlandish fellow's to live along by us we'd better know
his worst; his best will be no hurt to find out for ourselves.
Now sit you down, =Billy, and tell us what you know."

Outlandish is right, said =Billy. Aye, that's the word.
Outlandish. Right well outlandish! Well, I'm walking into
the stack-yard with this letter for him, when I hears this awful
loud snorting and gurgling coming out of the barn. Something like
an elephant snoring, it was. Then I creeps nearer,
and I nearly falls over myself for simple fright. Sticking out of
the barn, there's this pair of feet.'

"There's nothing frightening about a pair of feet, =Billy," said
Farmer =Rice.

"There was about this pair of feet," said =Billy. "I've not told
you their size. You see, they were the size of your kitchen
table! And they were on the end of legs as thick as a tree! And
I'm standing there, trying to believe the truth of what I can
see, when the toes begin to wriggle. I didn't wait to see more.
I threw the letter on the ground, and ran for it."
"But, =Billy, be sensible," said Farmer =Rice, patiently. "Our
kitchen table is four feet long. You couldn't have seen feet that
size."

"I could, and I did. Not ten minutes ago," said =Billy,
indignantly.

"But if those feet were that size," said Mrs =Rice.

"How big would the man be on the other end of them?"
demanded Farmer =Rice. "Are you trying to tell us."

"I'm only telling you what I saw," =Billy grumbled.

"But a man with feet so big would be anything up to twenty
feet tall!" cried Mrs =Rice.

"Are you trying to tell us we have a giant for our new
neighbor?" asked Farmer =Rice.

"Make what you can of it," said =Billy, "but I swear I'm telling
you the truth of what I saw."

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     Once in a while =Aaron would ask her, "=Zlateh, do you
remember the three days we spent together?"

And =Zlateh would scratch her neck with a horn, shake her
white bearded head and come out with the single sound which
expressed all her thoughts, and all her love.

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One of the last great Yiddish authors, Isaac Bashevis
Singer was born in Radzymin, Poland, in 1904. His novels
such as The Magician of Lubtin, The Slave, and The Family
Moskat are well known for their rich and haunting descrip-
tions of Jewish life. Zlateh the Goat and Other Stories, from
which this story was taken, was Mr. Singer's first book for
children.

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     Captain =Keller half rose out of his chair. "No child of
mine is going to be deprived of her food in my house!" He was
furious.

So was =Annie. "And no child in my care is going to help
herself to food from my plate!" she shot back.
=James choked back a laugh, and gazed at =Annie with a new
appreciation in his eyes.

"Do you have something to say, =James?" Captain Keller
asked ominously.

"Nothing, sir," the young man answered hastily.

"Now, to make myself completely clear, Miss =Sullivan,"
Captain =Keller went on. "I will repeat once more: as long as I
am at the table, =Helen will not be interfered with."

"Then perhaps it would be easier if you all left the room,"
=Annie snapped.

That did it. "Miss =Sullivan, I am sorry to tell you." But
before he could finish his threatening sentence, Kate Keller
had thrown down her napkin and was at his side, urgently
whispering in his ear.

"Come, dear. You promised that Miss =Sullivan could have a
free hand with =Helen. You know you did. I understand what
she's doing. Truly I do."

=Annie winced at her next words. "It's not as cruel as it
looks. Really it isn't. It's for =Helen's good. Come, let's do as
she asks. Let's go outside onto the porch. I'll explain it all.
Come, dear. Come, =James." Gently Kate Keller ushered the
family out.

So they were alone, phantom and the stranger, just the
two of them.

=Annie got up and locked the dining-room door. Pocketing
the key, she side-stepped =Helen, who was rolling and raging
on the floor, and returned to her seat.

"This is going to choke me!" thought =Annie, as she picked

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     "We must all show great constancy," =Caspian was saying.
"A dragon has just flown over the tree-tops and lighted on the
beach. Yes, I am afraid it is between us and the ship. And
arrows are no use against dragons. And they're not at all afraid
of fire."

"With your Majesty's leave," began =Reepicheep.

"No, =Reepicheep," said the King very firmly, "you are not
going to attempt a single combat with it. And unless you
promise to obey me in this matter I'll have you tied up. We
must just keep close watch and, as soon as it is light, go down
to the beach and give it battle. I will lead. King =Edmund will
be on my right and the Lord =Drinian on my left. There are no
other arrangements to be made. It will be light in a couple of
hours. In an hour's time let a meal be served out and what is
left of the wine, also. And let everything be done silently."

"Perhaps it will go away," said =Lucy.

"It'II be worse if it does," said =Edmund, "because then we
shan't know where it is. If there's a wasp in the room I like to
be able to see it."

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     I was beginning to like =Livingston and could have sat there
all night in watery splendor, but I had to get out when =Mama
came to tell me to hurry because the others were waiting.

The next morning, Mr =Harada let me pitch some hay
down to the mules with an enormous pitchfork bigger than I
was. He talked a lot more when we were alone, because when
Mrs =Harada was around, she did most of the talking.

He told me all about how he grew his grapes; how they
had to be irrigated and weeded and watched carefully until

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     "Stand by to abandon ship!"

The command rang out over the =Antarctic seas, and it
meant the end of all =ErnestShackleton's plans. He was the
leader of an expedition that had set out to cross the unknown
continent of =Antarctica. It was a journey no one before him
had ever attempted.

For months his ship, the =Endurance, had been trapped in
ice. It drifted helplessly in the =WedddellSea, over four hundred
miles east of the =Antarctic mainland and twelve hundred miles
south of the southernmost tip of =SouthAmerica. The pressure
on the hull of the =Endurance was extreme, and the ship's
timbers groaned under the strain.

Now =Shackleton's first goal was to lead his men to safety.
They would try to cross the polar sea on foot and head for the
nearest tiny island, =250 miles to the west.

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seaweed. These birds never flew far from shore. Surely, surely
land was near.

At noon, through a break in the clouds, =Shackleton
glimpsed the dark cliffs of =SouthGeorgia. It was a glad
moment.

He steered the boat inshore, looking for a landing place,
but everywhere rocky reefs or sheer cliffs barred the way.
Night was closing in, and there was no hope of getting ashore
until the next morning. It was a bitter disappointment to
spend another night at sea.

But that same night another storm blew up. As hours
passed, it swelled in strength until the wind was hurricane
force. Nothing could be seen through the driving spray. The
=JamesCairo, tough as it was, strained to the utmost, so that its
seams cracked open and water poured in. To add to this
nightmare, the wind swung round and drove the boat slowly
backwards, towards the dangerous coast they had seen the day
before.

When all seemed lost, a miracle happened. The wind
dropped and shifted to blow them offshore. They were saved
from the reefs! But not from the torment of thirst. =Shackleton
knew they must land soon and find water.

After one more night at sea, the boat neared the shore
again. They could see a wide bay. The wind was rising, and
=Shackleton decided he must run for that bay and take his
chance. But as the =JamesCaird neared the entrance, the crew
saw that the way was blocked once more by a line of rocks like
broken teeth. The sea thundered over them, sending up
fountains of white spume.

The men braced themselves. They were sure that the =JamesCaird
would be dashed against the rocks.

Suddenly =Shackleton shouted to the helmsman. He had
seen a narrow gap. The next wave carried them forward and
through this opening, so narrow that they could almost touch

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     Her father never stirred on the milking stool, but he
dropped his hands quietly on his knees. The barn was very still
for a moment.

"There's an old cellar hole off there, =Greta," he said at last.
"There's been no house upon it in my day." His voice was as
calm and slow as ever. And then he added something very
strange. "Every cellar hole should have a house," he said
quietly.

"Yes, =Father," =Greta answered. It was almost as if he'd told
her that she should build a house and she had almost promised.

=Rosin stirred restlessly. =Father cleared his throat and went
on milking.

"You'd best go in and help your mother with the tea," he
said. "She'll be fussing. She doesn't know you're back."

=Greta stepped out of the warm fragrant barn into the cool
fog. It had always seemed to be whispering a secret to her.
Now, at last, the words of the secret were coming more
clearly.
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PATTERNS by William Eller et al
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They spilled noisily into the open marketplace at the
head of the landing, raising the dust around =Mfupi and
his grandfather =Babu. The people greeted one another and
chattered about how hot the day had been. Some called
in passing. Others stopped at the dukas to buy fish,
rice, soap, or oil for the lamps at home.
To one born in =Kijiji =Kivukoni it was all so familiar.
For six years =Mfupi had walked home from school this
way. He always stopped at the landing to look for his
grandfather in one of the dukas or to see whether his
father, who worked on the ferry, was ready to go home.
The crowd passed, and the ferryboat pulled away with
=Mfupi's father still on board.
 He works until dark today,  =Babu said.  =Haya, let's
go home.  They walked slowly out a sandy road to the
right, along the edge of the harbor.
 We had football practice today after school,  =Mfupi
said.  =Mzizima =School is coming to play us tomorrow.



Long ago, in =Japan, there lived a famous wrestler, and
he was on his way to the capital city to wrestle before
the emperor.
He strode down the road on legs thick as the trunks
of small trees. He had been walking for seven hours and
could, and probably would, walk for seven more without
getting tired.
The time was autumn, the sky was a cold, watery
blue, the air chilly. In the small bright sun, the trees
along the roadside glowed red and orange.
The wrestler hummed to himself,  =Zun-zun-zun,  in
time with the long swing of his legs. Wind blew through
his thin brown robe, and he wore no sword at his side.
He felt proud that he needed no sword, even in the
darkest and loneliest places. The icy air on his body only
reminded him that few tailors would have been able to
make expensive warm clothes for a man so broad and
tall. He felt much as a wrestler should, strong, healthy,
and rather proud.



 It's unbelievable!  exclaimed =Mother.  =Dad murmured
something about =Goldilocks and =Stocking-face, but I
couldn't understand what he said.
Of course, my parents called the police right away. An
alert was sent out with a description of the robbers. It was
just in time to catch them before they had a chance to
make contact with the private plane.
Police =Chief =Whittaker came over the next day and
explained the whole thing to us.
 Those two had a smooth operation worked out.  
=Goldilocks rented a house so that they could store their loot  
until it was safe to take it across the border. Each time they
pulled a robbery, =Stocking-face would drop her off  
somewhere, usually at a railway station, carrying the money in
an old suitcase. She'd go into the rest room, make up as
a gray-haired lady, and come out looking like the most
harmless kind of traveler in the world. The times when
Mrs =Carson was supposed to be visiting her daughter in
=Chicago were the times when they staged their holdups. 
 And she carried the money home in that  
awful-looking suitcase!  I gasped.
 But their operation wasn't quite smooth enough, 
=Dad added, giving me a hug.
=Diane came in about then, carrying a paper bag.
 I thought you might like some ginger cookies,  she
said.  You know, in memory of your old friend Mrs
=Carson. 
I was tempted to throw the ice bag at her, the one I
was holding against the knot on my head.
Then she opened the paper bag and began to take out
the most delicious-looking chocolate-covered cream puffs
I'd ever seen. Nothing could have appealed to me more.
Besides, I never want to eat another ginger cookie again!



That night at dinner, I was careful to keep my elbows
off the table and pass the butter before I was asked. I
even sat up straight in my chair instead of slouching and
squirming, which my dad probably thought was quite
unusual, but he didn't say anything.
This was all supposed to put him in a good mood,  
because after dinner I was going to approach him with my
latest brilliant idea. I came up with brilliant ideas every
now and then, but my father never thought they were
so great.
After =Grandma and I finished washing the dishes, I got
=Dad to play checkers with me. We'd often play games,
and the thing I liked best was that =Dad never pretended
to lose. I hated it when grownups would  let  me win
at games because I always wanted to try and win on my
own. Once in a while I could win from =Dad, but not
very often.
He sat in his big chair, I sat on the floor, and we put
the checkerboard between us on a footstool. Grandma
was in her rocker, doing some mending.

wait for the interpreter to repeat =Fortune's words. He
answered swiftly in his own tongue.
Sam whispered to =Fortune,  The chief understands
=English. I wonder why he will not speak it. 
The interpreter heard him.  Chief =Spotted =Horse has
vowed that no foreign words shall ever cross his lips. 
=Sam felt himself grow small before the stern eyes of
the chief.
The interpreter translated,  He asks how it is that you
do not know your own people. 
=Fortune told his story to the council. As the chief  
listened, his eyes softened. He stared thoughtfully at the
doeskin garments and studied the floral pattern. Then he
shook his head.
Again the interpreter translated,  He does not know
the pattern. There is, however, an old woman in the camp
who was taken captive from a =Blood tribe of the =Blackfoot
people many years ago. He will call her and see if she
recognizes the designs. 
The old woman came, and =Fortune handed her the
bundle of clothing. His heart was full of hope until he
saw that the old woman was blind. The interpreter noted
his disappointment and touched =Fortune's arm in a kindly
way.  Old =Bear =Woman has eyes in her fingers. Do not
give up too quickly. 



Everybody called =Janet  =Janet =Reachfar  because the
farm that was her home was named  =Reachfar.  It lay on
top of a hill in the =Highlands of =Scotland and looked down
toward the sea. The nearest house to =Reachfar was two
miles away, but =Janet never felt lonely. She had her dog
called =Fly, and she also had her family: her grandfather
and grandmother; her father and mother; her aunt; and
her special friends, =Tom and =George, who did much of
the work about the farm.
=Granny was always bustling about and  laying down
the law,  as =George and =Tom called it. Only they did not
call her  =Granny  at these times; they called her =Hersel 
One noonday in spring, when =Janet and her family
were sitting at the big kitchen table having their dinner,
the sun suddenly seemed to disappear, and the sky went
dark. Big flakes of snow began to fly past the window.
 I told you this was coming,  =Granny said in her  
=Herself  voice.  =Granny always seemed to know when it was
going to rain and when there was going to be a gale.
 I said it was too early in the year to put the sheep
out on the =High =Moor and the =East =Hill,  Herself scolded.
 You'll have to go and bring them back into the shelter of
the =Home =Wood again. 
She spoke as if everybody were arguing with her, but
nobody was saying a word. Everybody was watching the
snow growing thicker and piling up against the  
windowpanes.



Once =Philip looked down. The skunk
was standing at the foot of the tree, 
so far below that =Philip had a moment's
dizziness. He caught himself quickly
with the rope and grabbed a limb.
 Don't look down,  =Joe warned,
holding on to a limb and looking
rather shaken.  It makes your head
swim. 
They had reached the thinnest part
of the tree now. Some of the branches
were so small that there was danger of
them breaking. Still the boys had  
several feet to go to reach the branch
where the parachute hung.
 I better go on alone, and you wait
here,  =Joe said.
 I'm smaller. It would be better if I
went,  =Philip said.
=Joe hesitated,  Only if we tie one
end of the rope around you and the
other end to the trunk of the tree. When
=Uncle isn't here, I'm supposed to watch
out for you. 
 Will you guard me from the skunk
when we get down?  =Philip asked with
a grin.
 We're each on our own once we
get on the ground, and may the skunk
not win,  =Joe said.
They laughed.  Imagine! Treed by
a skunk. And a baby one at that. 



things tonight and be ready to give our ideas tomorrow?
Let's say we'll each think of three books and a project
for each book. Then we can choose the best idea. 
Okay,  =Charles said.
 Well, I'll try,  =Serena promised uncertainly.
I looked at =Haskell. His face was thoughtful. He
reached up and scratched his head.  Don't rightly recall
whether I've read three books,  he muttered.
I knew it, I thought angrily. He's going to wreck the
whole thing if he can. Just try it, =Haskell. Just you try.
 Well, when you learn to read, =Haskell, let us know. 
You kicking me off your committee, =O =Great =One? 
I wish I could, I thought. I only wish I could. But to
=Haskell I said,  No. Just be prepared to do something. 
Yes, ma'am,  he said humbly.  Yes, =Honorable =One.
I will, ma'am. 
I was not looking forward to the next couple of weeks.
My mother picked me up after school to take me
shopping.  I'm on a committee with It,  I said grimly
when she asked me how school had been.
 It? Who's It? 
You know, It. Haskell. One half of the =Terrible =Two. 
Oh, that It.  She grinned.
 It's not funny, you know. 
 I know. 
He's going to ruin everything. 
Look, you have to try to understand them, =Dorrie.
They've had a difficult time. Remember that their parents
are divorced, and they miss having their father at home.
They've really had their problems. 
So I have to suffer because they have it tough? 



That must have sounded official because =Belinda didn't
say a word. She had her back toward me, but I knew she
was staring at =Midge with that peculiar stare of hers.
 So if you want to do your runaway act, go right
ahead,  =Midge said.  I'm going to sit down in this chair
and rest. She sat down and closed her eyes.  =Belinda stood
watching her for several minutes. Then she marched over
and stared at the crystal ball. She must not have seen
anything to scare her because she immediately began a
slow circle of =Midge's chair. When she was directly
behind =Midge, she backed slowly toward the corner of
the house. By the time she got to the corner, she was
out of =Midge's sight, but I could still see her from my
perch in the tree. There was an enormous spreading
evergreen near the drive, and she ducked under one of
the branches and disappeared into the center of it.



As if on cue, each of us aimed our cameras at the
huge bird and began shooting.
The albatross was startled by the strange clicking
sounds, but it sat perfectly still as I approached to get
a closer view. It was giving me a rare treat.
An albatross is one of the largest of all flying birds
and may have a wingspread of ten to twelve feet. It
flies with the greatest of ease at =sixty miles an hour and
may even reach a speed of one =hundred miles an hour.
 An albatross is considered a sign of good luck by
many sailors,  the guide explained.  But they also think
an albatross brings misfortune to anyone who kills it. 
We were not here to destroy or to frighten the wildlife
of the land. As passengers aboard the =MS =Lindblad  
Explorer, we were eager to see the =Antarctic =Peninsula.
Before reaching that goal, we would make more stops
along the way.
From the =Falkland Islands we sailed to the =South
=Georgia Islands, where we visited the stately king, the
king penguin, that is. Running in and out among the
adult kings were the fuzzy baby penguins.  Those babies
look pretty big already,  remarked a friend of mine.
 They are the chicks that were hatched last spring, 
the guide explained.  They keep their fuzzy feathers for
about a year. 
 That's an unusual way to feed a baby,  I remarked,
pointing to a mother and her chick.
 The parent penguins take turns going down to the
sea and stuffing themselves with food. They will bring
up the food from their own stomachs to feed the baby. 
That doesn't sound like a very good meal to me,  a
fellow traveler muttered.
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1980)  5TH GRADE                    MAC9805R.ASC

NOTE: this is the 'Series r' NOT READING EXPRESS

LEVELS 25-30  ECHOES OF TIME by Carl B. Smith and Ronald Wardhaugh
SOURCE: SUNY Cortland xerox, scan edit by DPH     February 1, 1993

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Afterword

Scientists continue to study animal communication
through carefully planned experiments and observations.
Scientists now know that animal communication by odor is the
most common form of communication. A rabbit, for example,
will rub its chin on twigs and stones in passing. This rubbing
will leave an odor other rabbits then read the odor to learn
what animals have used the path earlier.

Some ants give off a special alarm odor. This odor serves
two purposes at once. It warns nearby ants of danger. At the
same time, it attracts distant ants that will come to the rescue.
Touch is also used by animals to communicate. one kind of
spider plucks the rim  of its web in a special rhythm. This
plucking communicates the spider's presence to another spider
resting within the web.


Animals send messages by sight and sound, too.  A fish
may flick its tail or spread its fin. Other fish see and respond
to this message. Many of the sounds of animal communication
are familiar: dogs bark, birds chirp, lions growl. Other sounds
too high for humans to hear are used by bats, moths, whales,
and porpoises. What might be learned in the future about animal
communication? What kinds of nonverbal signals might people
be sending out? Do animals respond to them? How? What
can we learn about the world by listening in as animals
communicate? These and other questions may someday be
answered as scientists continue to study and experiment.
observe and record, the communication of animals.



The first horses lived In
=North =America in prehistoric
times about =fifty  to =seventy
million years ago. Some of these early horses
traveled to =Asia. 
They went across a land bridge
that once connected =Alaska and
=Asia.   Later they traveled as far
as Africa and =Europe.  During
this time the horse changed
from a fox-like creature to the
horse we know today.
By =3000 =BC there were
no more horses in =North
=America.  Some experts believe
they were wiped out by disease.
Others think the people of
those times killed them for
food.  At the same time that
horses were becomlng extinct
in =North =Amerlca they were
being domesticated in =Asia.
The =Spanish brought domestic
horses to =North =America in the
=1500s. Some horses escaped
and became wild again. They
lived in the =Southwest where it
was hot and dry. These horses
got along well in this climate
because they were descended
from the desert horses of =Arabia.


trees and wild flowers she saw. She remembered the gladioli she had
seen growing wild next to that narrow stream where they had stopped
to drink. She could hardly believe it. And the birds! She had
never seen so many. After some distance, =Nomusa saw her father  
wiping his brow. The sun is high,  he said. In a little
while, we must stop to eat and rest until the sun's rays
are not so hot. 
When they reached a clear running stream, the
chief turned and called,  Here! A good place for  
eating and resting.  
There they stopped. Some of the hunters went into
the woods to look for small animals, and others began
gathering brushwood for a fire. Several took food from
a small sack.  =Nomusa looked at everything she saw with 
lively interest. She drank from the stream, and then she
helped carry wood to the blazing fire. =Zabala, =Damasi
and the other boys did their share of the work also.
Soon the hunters returned with small animals they
had killed and set to cleaning and roasting them.
As they waited for the food to cook, =Nomusa
rested. Soon =Damasi came to her, holding two  
halfcooked partridge legs.  For you,  he said, offering
=Nomusa one. After eating, the hunters rested, lying on the
grassy banks under the shade of tall trees.  They
stayed there until =Zitu ordered them to start off again.
Toward evening, =Nomusa felt so tired she could
hardly wait for her father to call a halt. The early
moon climbed high over the horizon. 



Suppose you go to a movie. You search every row in the
theater for an empty seat, but you can't find one. Then
you say:
All the seats in the theater are taken.

This statement is a generalization. A generalization is
a statement that draws a conclusion. A generalization is
based on fact.   A reliable, or true, generalization is
based on a complete set of facts. The above   generalization is
true because you checked the entire theater before you concluded
that all the seats were taken. 
Now suppose you had made the above generalization after
checking only three rows. Then you would have made a
faulty generalization. You would not have gathered
enough facts to support your conclusion. There might
have been seats in another part of the theater.

Generalizations are sometimes made about people.

All store owners in thin city are tall.

This statement draws a conclusion about all owners of
stores. Unless you have seen all the store owners in the
city, you cannot say that all of them are tall. If you
have not seen all, your conclusion is faulty.

When you are judging whether or not a generalization is
reliable, or true, ask yourself this question:

Is the generalization based on a complete set of facts?

If the answer is yes, the generalization is true.
Read each group of fact. Then read the
generalization. On your paper, write whether each  
generalization is true or faulty.

Both my sister and my brother like cereal.
My friends =Susan and =Gregory like cereal, too.
Generalization: All children like cereal.

Fact: Four months of the year have =thirty days
each. Seven months have =thirty-one days each.
One month, =February, has twenty-eight, and  
sometimes, twenty-nine, days.
All months have at least  twenty eight days.

Fact: The pay telephone on this corner is broken.
The pay phone on the next corner is also broken.
Generalization: Pay phones are always out of order.


alone could take over an entire
forest. For =hundreds of square
miles, there would not be a tree without a nest. =John
=James =Audubon, the naturalrst,
once saw a flight of over one
thousand =million of these birds
in the =1800s. This flock flew
overhead for three days. It
blotted out the sunlight.
As the =American settlers
pushed westward, they foumd
that the passenger pigeon was
good to eat. Hunters killed the
birds in great numbers, packed
them in ice, and sent them to
large towns. One hunter, firing
st a large flock in flight with
a shotgun, could bring down
over one =hundred birds. As
many as three =thousand birds
could be trapped in a net.
Sometimes the flocks flew so
low that large numbers could
be knocked down with a pole.


One very cruel way of
trapping these poor birds was
by using a stool pigeon. This
pigeon was blinded by the
hunters. Then it was put upon
a small platform, called a
stool on top of a post.

=Thousands of hunters and trappers heard news of this
flock. They raced to the area.  =Millions of birds were
killed. The birds were shipped to markets. The hunters got
from twelve to =twenty-five cents per bird.
On March =29, =1900, in =Ohio,.
a little boy was trying out his
brand-new air rifle. He saw a
bird, took aim, and killed it.
Nobody could have known it then, but the little boy had
just shot the last passenger pigeon.


Say no more, =Orestes. My mind is made up.
The horse shall be sold,  said =Philonicus.
It was a summer day more than two =thousand
years ago. The speaker, a rich man of =Thessaly in
=Greece, was talking to his slave. They stood by a
field looking at a number of horsed.
=Philonicus was used to being obeyed. When
he had spoken, he turned away. But the slave put out a hand. 
Master,  he said earnestly, there is not another horse like
=Bucephalus  .
 I know that,  the rich man answered.  His
buyer will pay a great deal for him. I mean to
sell him to =Philip of =Macedon. 
 =King =Philip,  his slave repeated, amazed.
Yes,  replied =Philonicus.  =King =Philip knows
horses. His army rides into battle on the best he
can find. It is said that he would rather lose six
generals than one good horse. He will find use for
=Bucephalus. 


 Looks great, =George,  =Mike said.
And so they settled down right there. They called
the place =Newmarket.
=Mike wanted to build a flour mill. =George lent
him the money to start out. Then the black pioneer
found some good land, and he started farming.
 We'll make this a good farm,  =Bush told his son.
I'll help you, =Dad,  =Owen promised.
 Sure you will,  =Bush smiled. He was proud of his
son. =Owen was a very good boy. He could be trusted
to do all kinds of jobs.
=Bush's first crop was very good. He had enough
food for his family and even some to give away to his
friends. One day, a new family moved into =Newmarket.
They had a small boy named =Jim. He was also eight
years old, and =Jim and =Owen quickly became friends.
=Jim's family was very poor. During the first few
months that they lived in =Newmarket, they had very
bad luck. =George =Bush helped them out by giving
them supplies and lending them money. When =Jim's
father was finally on his feet, he said to =Bush,  =George
you're the best friend I ever had. But now that I have
some money, I want to pay you back. 
 You can't pay me with money,  =Bush smiled.
 You can pay me back by doing a favor for somebody
else in need. 
 Well, at least I can say thank you, =George. 
=Bush smiled.  Yes. And I can say you're welcome.  
Rain was expected in the next few weeks, but the
rain did not come.  =Newmarket had a drought. The
days were hot and dry. People kept looking into the
sky and hoping for a cloud, but there never was one.
The dry weeks turned into dry months. All the
crops died because there was no water. However,
thanks to =George =Bush, the people of =Newmarket got
along fairly well. =Bush had a lot of food stored in his
barns. He shared it with all his neighbors, and  
everybody made out all right until the rains finally came.



=Mama was not convinced. She
was used to taking her children to
the doctor only when they were
sick. They all had injections before
they came to =Canada, but that had
been so hurried that she had not
had time to think about it. Suppose
this doctor she did not know found
one of her children had some
terrible disease?
One healthy one!  Dr =Schumacher 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

=Mother commented as she 
was cleaning up I'm putting away
more than I put out. She always
said that when we had company.
Aunt =Thelma and I made an
effort to help =Mother clean up but
when =Mother is annoyed she is
very difficult to help. Like when I
asked, Where should I put the  
leftover roast? Mother didn't answer.
Looking straight at me she wrapped it 
in aluminum foil and
then with movements like a ballet
dancer put it in the refrigerator.
The trouble with the way Aunt 
=Thelma looked was that when
she walked nothing moved but her
legs. =When =Mother walks, it's like she
carries a private breeze with her. And
that's much nicer.
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1980)  5TH GRADE                    MAC9805T.ASC
LEVELS 25-30  ECHOES OF TIME by Carl B. Smith and Ronald Wardhaugh
SERIES r
SOURCE: SUNY Cortland xerox, scan edit by DPH     February 1, 1993

&&111


Afterword

Scientists continue to study animal communication
through carefully planned experiments and observations.
Scientists now know that animal communication by odor is the
most common form of communication. A rabbit, for example,
will rub its chin on twigs and stones in passing. This rubbing
will leave an odor other rabbits then read the odor to learn
what animals have used the path earlier.

Some ants give off a special alarm odor. This odor serves
two purposes at once. It warns nearby ants of danger. At the
same time, it attracts distant ants that will come to the rescue.
Touch is also used by animals to communicate. one kind of
spider plucks the rim  of its web in a special rhythm. This
plucking communicates the spider's presence to another spider
resting within the web.


Animals send messages by sight and sound, too.  A fish
may flick its tail or spread its fin. Other fish see and respond
to this message. Many of the sounds of animal communication
are familiar: dogs bark, birds chirp, lions growl. Other sounds
too high for humans to hear are used by bats, moths, whales,
and porpoises. What might be learned in the future about animal
communication? What kinds of nonverbal signals might people
be sending out? Do animals respond to them? How? What
can we learn about the world by listening in as animals
communicate? These and other questions may someday be
answered as scientists continue to study and experiment.
observe and record, the communication of animals.



The first horses lived In
=North =America in prehistoric
times about =fifty  to =seventy
million years ago. Some of these early horses
traveled to =Asia. 
They went across a land bridge
that once connected =Alaska and
=Asia.   Later they traveled as far
as Africa and =Europe.  During
this time the horse changed
from a fox-like creature to the
horse we know today.
By =3000 =BC there were
no more horses in =North
=America.  Some experts believe
they were wiped out by disease.
Others think the people of
those tlmes killed them for
food.  At the same time that
horses were becomlng extinct
in =North =Amerlca they were
being domesticated in =Asia.
The =Spanish brought domestic
horses to =North =America in the
=1500s. Some horses escaped
and became wild again. They
lived in the =Southwest where it
was hot and dry. These horses
got along well in this climate
because they were descended
from the desert horses of =Arabia.


trees and wild flowers she saw. She remembered the gladioli she had
seen growing wild next to that narrow stream where they had stopped
to drink. She could hardly beheve it. And the birds! She had
never seen so many. After some distance, =Nomusa saw her father  
wiping hls brow. The sun is high,  he said. In a little
while, we must stop to eat and rest until the sun's rays
are not so hot. 
When they reached a clear running stream, the
chief turned and called,  Here! A good place for  
eating and resting.  
There they stopped. Some of the hunters went into
the woods to look for small animals, and others began
gathering brushwood for a flre. Several took food from
a small sack.  =Nomusa looked at everything she saw with 
lively interest. She drank from the stream, and then she
helped carry wood to the blazing fire. =Zabala, =Damasi
and the other boys did their share of the work also.
Soon the hunters returned with small animals they
had killed and set to cleaning and roasting them.
As they waited for the food to cook, =Nomusa
rested. Soon =Damasi came to her, holding two  
halfcooked partridge legs.  For you,  he said, offering
=Nomusa one. After eating, the hunters rested, lying on the
grassy banks under the shade of tall trees.  They
stayed there until =Zitu ordered them to start off again.
Toward evening, =Nomusa felt so tired she could
hardly wait for her father to call a halt. The early
moon climbed high over the horizon. 



Suppose you go to a movie. You search every row in the
theater for an empty seat, but you can't find one. Then
you say:
All the seats in the theater are taken.

This statement is a generalization. A generalization is
a statement that draws a conclusion. A generalization is
based on fact.   A reliable, or true, generalization is
based on a complete set of facts. The above   generalization is
true because you checked the entire theater before you concluded
that all the seats were taken. 
Now suppose you had made the above generalization after
checking only three rows. Then you would have made a
faulty generalization. You would not have gathered
enough facts to support your conclusion. There might
have been seats in another part of the theater.

Generalizations are sometimes made about people.

All store owners in thin city are tall.

This statement draws a conclusion about all owners of
stores. Unless you have seen all the store owners in the
city, you cannot say that all of them are tall. If you
have not seen all, your conclusion is faulty.

When you are judging whether or not a generalization is
reliable, or true, ask yourself this question:

Is the generalization based on a complete set of facts?

If the answer is yes, the generalization is true.
Read each group of fact. Then read the
generalization. On your paper, write whether each  
generalization is true or faulty.

Both my sister and my brother like cereal.
My friends =Susan and =Gregory like cereal, too.
Generalization: All children like cereal.

Fact: Four months of the year have =thirty days
each. Seven months have =thirty-one days each.
One month, =February, has twenty-eight, and  
sometimes, twenty-nine, days.
All months have at least  twenty eight days.

Fact: The pay telephone on this corner is broken.
The pay phone on the next corner is also broken.
Generalization: Pay phones are always out of order.


alone could take over an entire
forest. For =hundreds of square
miles, there would not be a tree without a nest. =John
=James =Audubon, the naturalrst,
once saw a flight of over one
thousand =million of these birds
in the =1800s. This flock flew
overhead for three days. It
blotted out the sunlight.
As the =American settlers
pushed westward, they foumd
that the passenger pigeon was
good to eat. Hunters killed the
birds in great numbers, packed
them in ice, and sent them to
large towns. One hunter, firing
st a large flock in flight with
a shotgun, could brmg down
over one =hundred birds. As
many as three =thousand birds
could be trapped in a net.
Sometimes the flocks flew so
low that iarge numbers could
be knocked down with a pole.


One very cruel way of
trapping these poor birds was
by using a stool pigeon. This
pigeon was blinded by the
hunters. Then it was put upon
a small platform, called a
stool on top of a post.

=Thousands of hunters and trappers heard news of this
flock. They raced to the area.  =Millions of birds were
killed. The birds were shipped to markets. The hunters got
from twelve to =twenty-five cents per bird.
On March =29, =1900, in =Ohio,.
a little boy was trying out his
brand-new air rifle. He saw a
bird, took aim, and killed it.
Nobody could have known it then, but the little boy had
just shot the last passenger pigeon.


Say no more, =Orestes. My mind is made up.
The horse shall be sold,  said =Philonicus.
It was a summer day more than two =thousand
years ago. The speaker, a rich man of =Thessaly in
=Greece, was talking to his slave. They stood by a
field looking at a number of horsed.
=Philonicus was used to being obeyed. When
he had spoken, he turned away. But the slave put out a hand. 
Master,  he said earnestly, there is not another horse like
=Bucephalus  .
 I know that,  the rich man answered.  His
buyer will pay a great deal for him. I mean to
sell him to =Philip of =Macedon. 
 =King =Philip,  his slave repeated, amazed.
Yes,  replied =Philonicus.  =King =Philip knows
horses. His army rides into battle on the best he
can find. It is said that he would rather lose six
generals than one good horse. He will find use for
=Bucephalus. 


 Looks great, =George,  =Mike said.
And so they settled down right there. They called
the place =Newmarket.
=Mike wanted to build a flour mill. =George lent
him the money to start out. Then the black pioneer
found some good land, and he started farming.
 We'll make this a good farm,  =Bush told his son.
=I'll help you, =Dad,  =Owen promised.
 Sure you will,  =Bush smiled. He was proud of his
son. =Owen was a very good boy. He could be trusted
to do all kinds of jobs.
=Bush's first crop was very good. He had enough
food for his family and even some to give away to his
frlends. One day, a new family moved into =Newmarket.
They had a small boy named =Jim. He was also eight
years old, and =Jim and =Owen quickly became friends.
=Jim's family was very poor. During the first few
months that they lived in =Newmarket, they had very
bad luck. =George =Bush helped them out by giving
them supplies and lending them money. When =Jim's
father was finally on his feet, he said to =Bush,  =George
you're the best friend I ever had. But now that I have
some money, I want to pay you back. 
 You can't pay me with money,  =Bush smiled.
 You can pay me back by doing a favor for somebody
else in need. 
 Well, at least I can say thank you, =George. 
=Bush smiled.  Yes. And I can say you're welcome.  
Rain was expected in the next few weeks, but the
rain did not come.  =Newmarket had a drought. The
days were hot and dry. People kept looking into the
sky and hoping for a cloud, but there never was one.
The dry weeks turned into dry months. All the
crops died because there was no water. However,
thanks to =George =Bush, the people of =Newmarket got
along fairly well. =Bush had a lot of food stored in his
barns. He shared it with all his neighbors, and  
everybody made out all right until the rains finally came.



=Mama was not convined. She
was used to taking her children to
the doctor only when they were
sick. They all had injections before
thyy came to =Canada, but that had
been so hurried that she had not
had time to think about it. Suppose
this doctor she did not know found
one of her ehildren had some
terrible disease?
One healthy one!  Dr =Schumachrr 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

=Mother commented as she 
was cleaning up I'm putting away
more than I put out. She always
said that when we had company.
Aunt =Thelma and I made an
effort to help =Mother clean up but
when =Mother is annoyed she is
very difficult to help. Like when I
asked Where should I put the  
leftover roast? Mother didn't answer.
Looking straight at me she wrapped it 
in aluminum foil and
then with movements like a ballet
dancer put it in the refrierator.
Aunt =Thelma loohed was that when
she walked nothing moved but her
legs =When =Mother walks. it's like she
cames a pnvate breeze with her. And
that s much nicer.
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1983) 5th GRADE            MAC9835T.ASC
ECHOS OF TIME
Source: Kutztown U. xeroc by LW; scan/edit DPH 12-22-91

&&111 

The young woman put down her pen and
leaned back in her chair to stretch. The  
calendar on her tidy desk read: =November, =1883. Outside
the draped windows, the city streets were quiet. As
usual, she had been writing far too late into the
night.
She listened for a few minutes to the night
sounds around her, the ticking of the hall clock,
the brittle tapping of the still branches against the
cold polished windows. Everyone else in the house
was asleep, she knew. Good! No one would ask why she was not yet
in bed.
=Emma =Lazarus glanced down at what she had  
written and frowned. Is It clear? she wondered. Will others
who read the poem understand what I'm trying to say? 
The young woman put down her pen and
leaned back in her chair to stretch. The  
calendar on her tidy desk read: =November, =1883. Outside
the draped windows, the city streets were quiet. As
usual, she had been writing far too late into the
night.


=Mother came down from the roof, bringing some of the
clothes that were dry. She asked,  Have you telephoned the
dog pound? 
No, =Mother,  said =Felix.  The dog likes it here. He is
not going to die of homesickness. See how he eats! I will spend
all my paper-route money to buy him good food. 
=Mother spoke crossly,  =Mei =Gwen, what was that number
on the dog's tag? Go to the telephone and call it. Find out who
owns this dog, so he may be restored to his owner.  She
turned to =Felix.  When a dog is lost, it is a kindness to restore
it to the owner. If you try to keep a lost dog, it is the same as
stealing it. 
=Felix's heart sank. Now he knew, there was only one
thing to do. It was a hard thing to do because already he loved
the little dog so much.  I would like to keep him if the owner
does not want him,  he thought.  Maybe the owner will say
that he does not want him, then he will be mine.  =But =Felix
knew this was a foolish hope.
 I will take him for a little walk on the street, =Mei =Gwen, 
said =Felix,  while you do the telephoning. 
=Mei =Gwen called =621'1701, and a woman said,  This is
the =SPCA.


the deer passed, he hurled his
spear into the side of a deer with
the last of his strength. The deer
staggered on for a few steps, then
fell dead. The wolf returned,  
yelping loudly.
That night =Nal patted his  
wellfilled stomach. The wolf lay in the
center of a circle of well-gnawed
bones and gave a happy moan.
He and =Nal looked into the fire.
 Together we will make mighty
hunters,  said the boy.  It is
strange that a wolf and a man  
should be friends. I never heard
of such a telling. But perhaps you're
not a wolf at all. Perhaps you're
something else, though I don't
know what.  He turned and stared
down at the wolf.  You ought to
have a name, though.  He thought
for a moment, staring at the large
black spot on his friend's back.
 I know what I'll call you,  cried
=Nal brightly.  I'll call you Spot. 
Then the boy reached forth his
hand and patted the head of his
new friend.



=Connie what =Blythe has done. =Connie gives her a big hug. 
=Blythe, she says.  I know you're a good girl, but I'm just
beginning to
find out how good you really are. 
With each passing day, =Connie and =Blythe work more and more
like a smoothly coordinated unit. Their routes begin to take them
closer to the center of =Morristown.
On one trip, =Connie and =Blythe are about to cross a street when
an automobile suddenly swings around the corner in front of them.
=Blythe pulls up in mid-stride and veers sharply to the right,
almost knocking =Connie off-balance.
 What's going on?  =Connie cries, alarmed.
 It's all right,  =Doug tells her.  =Blythe has just saved you and
herself from a dangerous situation. She used what we call
intelligent disobedience.  He explains what has happened.
=Connie exclaims,  Thank you, =Blythe! You're the best girl there
is.  =Doug has =Connie walk into a small park where he sees a flock
of pigeons on the path. =Blythe sees no reason to walk around the
pigeons, but as she advances, they take off almost under her nose.
For once, =Blythe is startled enough to lose her self-control. She
pulls back, yanking the harness out of =Connie's hand.
What do I do now?  =Connie asks, hanging tightly onto =Blythe's
leash.
 For your own safety, you've got to discipline her,  =Doug replies.
Give her leash a sharp snap. Let her know you're displeased. 
=Doug suggests that they wait until the pigeons settle back down,
and try again. This time, when the birds fly up in front of her
face, =Blythe flinches nervously but keeps on walking
 That's a good girl, =Blythe,  =Connie tells her
  All is well in =Blythe's world again.
  Soon it is =Connie's third week at =The =Seeing =Eye. She is
ready for
 a solo route through the shopping district of =Morristown on a
busy
=Saturday =Doug will watch from the other side of the street. He
will not
interfere in any way
     =Blythe is in top form today She leads =Connie through crowds
and



Here is a script from a radio show for young
people. The program was =Let's =Pretend. It was very
popular from =1930 to =1953.
Each week =Let's =Pretend dramatized a  
well known story for young people. The script you are
going to read is for  =King =Midas and the =Golden
=Touch.  It was first presented on =February =12, =1944.
You will see that along with the parts for the  
characters, there is also a part for sound. Each time you see
this part, there will be a suggestion for a sound effect
that should be created in that place.
If you have a tape recorder in your classroom, you
may wish to record the script with the sound effects.
And then you can present your own =Let's =Pretend show.



For =thousands of years, people have wondered about
the universe. People long ago made up stories to  
explain the stars, the moon, and the planets. As time went
on, scientists developed instruments, such as the telescope.
Then people were able to test old ideas and make new
discoveries. More recently, astronauts have visited the
moon to gather first-hand information about space.
The selections you will read in  =Wonders  are
about the wonders of the sky. Some of them are about
real people and about events that really happened in
the past. You will meet an early =Greek astronomer and
a girl from =Cape =Cod, =Massachusetts. Both used  
telescopes to make new discoveries about the heavens.
You will learn how slaves guided by the =North =Star  
escaped to freedom over a =hundred years ago. Other
stories describe imaginary characters and events that
take place-in the future. These stories are not real.
Still, as you read them, you may find yourself  
wondering if the events could ever really happen.
Now, as always, people wonder about the universe.
As you read, think of questions you would like  
answered about the stars, the moon, and the planets.



The =Moon was formed =billions of years ago.
But no one is sure just how. Space was full of dust
and rocks in those days, and these came together to
form the =Earth.
Perhaps when the =Earth was first formed, a
part of it broke loose and became the =Moon.
Perhaps the dust and rocks came together in
a whirling mass to form both a large =Earth and a
smaller =Moon at the same time.
The =Moon is about =2'200 miles  =3'540 km 
from side to side. This distance is called its diameter.
The diameter of the =Earth is about =8'000 miles
=12'870 km  nearly four times wider than the =Moon.
The =Earth is larger and much heavier, too.
So it pulls things toward itself. It has a stronger  
gravity, or gravitational pull. The =Moon is caught in the
=Earth's gravitational pull. It moves around the =Earth
and can never get away. We say that the =Moon is a
satellite of the =Earth.
You weigh what you do because the =Earth's
gravity pulls you. But the =Moon's gravitational pull is



Look, folks!  the driver said. There's
=President =Lincoln!                 
=The =Robert =Ream family had just
arrived in =Washington from =Missouri that
morning in =1862. They looked in the direction the driver had
pointed. They say a tall man in a stovepipe hat and a black shawl
walking along the cobblestone street.
 What a sad face!  said fourteen year  old =Vinnie =Ream.
The driver nodded.  Sadder than ever lately, too, Miss, since his
son =Willie died.
Just eleven, =Willie was. 
President =Lincoln would be a wonderful subject for sculpture, 
said =Vinnie.  Someday I'll do a head of him! 
=Vinnie's parents did not laugh at her.
Though young, their daughter was already
a talented artist. =Missouri =Representative .
=James =Rollins had seen some of her work.
He had said she could someday be famous
if she worked hard enough.
=Vinnie had hoped to go to art school
in =Washing,ton. But money was scarce in
=Washington that wartime spring, so she I
looked for work instead. She got a job as a
post office clerk and was lucky enough to
have =Saturdays and =Sundays free.     
=She spent her spare time exploring the
city, sketch pad in hand. One day she was
in the =Capitol =Rotunda  a large, round room
under the dome  studying the statues shown
there. Suddenly someone said,  =Vinnie
=Ream, isn't it? 

=Sam: I've been thinking, =Tom. I'm going to run
away. And when they find out, they'll be sorry.
I'll go away, far away, and they'll never know
where I am.
=Tom: Will you become a pirate, maybe?
=Sam: Probably.
=Tom: When I run away, that's what I'm going to be.
=Laura  crossing to center : =Who's running away?
Sam: Hello, =Laura.
=Laura: Are you going to run away, =Sam?
Sam: Maybe I will. Maybe I won't.
=Laura: Is he, =Tom?
=Tom: He's thinking about it.
=Laura: Oh, =Sam, why would you do a silly thing like
that?
=Sam: Lots of reasons.
=Laura: What reasons?
 =Sam: Well, you know that I'm always getting into
trouble and getting whippings. Remember that
fence I was supposed to whitewash?
=Laura: I know you never finished it.
Sam: I guess I didn't. And you remember how I ate
the watermelon when I wasn't supposed to
because it wasn't ripe?
=Laura: Yes, and you got sick, too.
Sam: And then, this morning, I put a frog in the
sugar bowl.
=Laura: =What happened?
=Tom: Is your mother scared of frogs?
Sam: No, she's not scared. But you know how she
won't even kill flies because she doesn't want to
hurt them.



wagon shook as the noisy water struck at it. Then all at
once, the wagon lifted and balanced and swayed. It was a
lovely feeling.
The noise stopped, and =Ma said, sharply,  =Lie down,
girls! 
Quick as a flash, =Mary and =Laura dropped flat on the
bed. When =Ma spoke like that, they did as they were told.
=Ma's arm pulled a smothering blanket over them, heads
and all.
 Be still, just as you are. Don't move!  she said.
Mary did not move; she was trembling and still. But
=Laura could not help wriggling a little bit. She did so want
to see what was happening. She could feel the wagon
swaying and turning; the splashing was noisy again, and
again it died away. Then =Pa's voice frightened =Laura. It said,
 Take them, =Caroline! 
The wagon lurched; there was a sudden heavy splash   
beside it. =Laura sat straight up and clawed the blanket from
her head.
=Pa was gone. =Ma sat alone, holding tight to the reins
with both hands. =Mary hid her face in the blanket again, but
=Laura rose up farther. She couldn't see the creek bank. She
couldn't see anything in front of the wagon but water
rushing at it. And in the water, three heads; =Pet's head and
=Patty's head and =Pa's small, wet head. =Pa's fist in the water
was holding tight to =Pet's bridle.
=Laura could faintly hear =Pa's voice through the rushing
of the water. It sounded calm and cheerful, but she couldn't
hear what he said. He was talking to the horses. =Ma's face
was white and scared.


Inside =Grandma =Brown's cabin, the excited girls were
getting into their new white dresses.  I declare, if you
don't look like a field of flowers,  beamed =Grandma
proudly. She went from one to another. She adjusted
gathers, smoothed shoulders, and fluffed up sleeves. At
last, =Grandma decided they were ready for public
viewlng.
 Go straight to the boarding school,  she ordered,
opening the door.  Stand on the porch in the order the
singing master taught you. And when it's time, don't
forget to sing out. There's nothing worse than not being
able to hear the words of a song. 
The girls in their white dresses were joined by the
white-shirted boys. They crossed the yard toward the
new building. People saw them coming. Conversation
broke off as everyone turned to smile at the pupils.
=Theresa noticed a girl in a patched gray dress. The girl
pulled at the arm of the bearded man beside her.
=Pa, will I have a white dress when I start school? 
Her high pitched voice rose above the mumbled
admiration of the crowd.
Not likely, =Emaline.  The man shook his head.  But
when I get back from the gold diggings, I'll buy you all
the dresses you can wear. 
=Jane, who was walking ahead, stopped.  You mustn't
count on a white dress right away. There wasn't any
material left,  said =Jane. She softened the blow by
adding,  But you never can tell when =Grandma =Brown
may come up with another. She can do anything she sets
her mind to. 


&&000 MACMILLAN  (1986)  5TH GRADE                 MAC9865T.ASC
BOLD DREAMS by Virginia A Arnold and Carl B. Smith
READING EXPRESS series

NOTE: on two column pages, only one column was taken.
  N is not equal to all words on the ten sample pages-- I estimate
     the actual text is 30 % larger than shown by LEX analysis.

Source: SUNY Cortland  xerox, scan, edit by DPH February 2, 1993

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=Eustace stared around the  
unknown valley. It was so narrow
and deep that it was like a huge
pit or trench. About fifteen yards
away from him was a pool of
clear, smooth water. There was,
at first, nothing else at all in the
valley; not an animal, not a bird,
not an insect.
=Eustace realized, of course,
that in the fog he had come down
the wrong side of the ridge, so
he turned at once to see about
getting back. But as soon as he
had looked he shuddered.  
Apparently he had by amazing luck
found the only possible way
down, a long green spit of land,
horribly steep and narrow. There
was no other possible way of
getting back. But could he do
it, now that he saw what it was
really like?




=Tony mixed a special powder
with water. He painted it over
the actor's face. After five
minutes, the coating hardened,
and =Tony peeled it off. The
finished mask would be built
from this mold.
The actors had an easier
time during mask-making
than they would have had
in the older days of movies, =Tony
notes. Then the cast of their
faces would have been made
from plaster. They would have
had to sit still for hours while
the plaster hardened. During
that time, they would breathe
through a straw.
=Tony has worked on many
movies besides =Return of the
=Jedi. He did models of  
=Superman for some of the flying
scenes in =Superman. He built
puppets for =Dark =Crystal.  And
for =Gremlins, I did the gremlin
sculpture from which all the
others were made,  he says.
=Tony also does work for
television commercials. Right now
he is building a  frog creature 
for a commercial for a radio




=Harriet went on working but she knew she
would have to run away. She would have to start
as soon as it was dark. She could not go with the
chain gang.
That night =Harriet took some food and tied it
up in an old bandanna. By hoarding the food, she
could make it last a long time. With the berries and
roots she could find in the woods, she wouldn't
starve.
=Harriet left quickly. Once she was off the
plantation, she took to the woods, going toward
=Bucktown. She needed help. She was going to ask
a white woman who often stopped to talk to her if
she would help her. Perhaps she wouldn't. But she
would soon find out.
When she came to the farmhouse where the
woman lived, she approached it cautiously, circling
around it. It was so quiet. There was no sound at
all, not even a dog barking, or the sound of voices.
Nothing.



Then he ran home, flung open the door, pulled
on his boots, grabbed his coat, and off he went, his
hat clapped to his head, his coattails flying. He was
in such a hurry that he left the door open, and his
dog got out.
On the way to the river, =Paul picked up two
friends, who had promised to row him to the other
side. Then all three ran to a dock near the =Charlestown
ferry where =Paul had kept a boat hidden during the
winter. =Paul's dog ran with them.
The night was pleasant, and the moon was bright.
Too bright. In the path of moonlight across the river
lay an armed =English transport. =Paul and his friends
would have to row past it.
Then =Paul realized his first mistake. He had meant
to bring cloth to wrap around the oars so the sound
would be muffled. He had left the cloth at home.
That wasn't all he had left behind. Paul =Revere
had started out for his =Big =Ride without his spurs.
What could be done?
Luckily, one of =Paul's friends knew a lady who
lived nearby. He ran to her house, called at the window,
and asked for some cloth. She gave him some.
Then for the spurs. Luckily, =Paul's dog was there,
and luckily, he was well trained. Paul wrote a note to
his wife, tied it around the dog's neck, and told the
dog to go home. By the time =Paul and his friends had
ripped the cloth in two, wrapped each half around
an oar, and launched the boat, the dog was
back with =Paul's spurs around his neck.       



=Cindy and =Jennifer were to spend two weeks
together getting to know one another. =Jennifer
would stay at the college where =Lynn and =Bill were
students. Every day, she would work with =Cindy in
a special training cottage.
The big day arrived. =Cindy, of course, knew
nothing of the plans for her. She was taking a nap
on the couch in the training cottage when =Jennifer
walked in. The dog opened her eyes and peeked out
at the girl from between the pillows. =Jennifer sat
down and called =Cindy to her. =Cindy jumped off
the couch and walked away, ignoring her. =Jennifer
was very disappointed.



was a picture of =Clarence
and =Morgan.  What makes
this story so remarkable,  the
newscaster went on,  is the
fact that it was the zoo's
animals, under the leadership
of this chimpanzee, who
found the stolen goods.
When told of today's
incredible events, =Mayor
=Thayer announced that the
closing of the zoo will be
postponed. The animals, who
were going to be shipped off
to other zoos starting  
tomorrow, can rest easy tonight. The
=Chelsea =Park =Zoo is still their
home and, if all goes well, it
will remain just that for a
long, long time to come. 


meanwhile, the ground crew is hard at work.
Every one of the =forty workers has a special job. One
worker drives the tooth harrow, a machine that digs
up the soil on the basepaths. Then the soil is raked
flat. The main job of the ground crew is to make the
field as level and smooth as possible. At least every
other day, the ground crew mows the infield grass to
one-half inch. The outfield grass is mowed to one inch.
Between mowings, the grass is watered and fertilized.
Once the infield has been raked, it is rolled and
watered to pack it slightly. This keeps down the dust.
Then the bases are set and the baselines drawn. Home
plate gets painted.
The last big morning job for the ground crew is
folding the tarpaulin and rolling it onto its steel cylinder.
During games, the tarpaulin is stored along the first
baseline. The ground crew sits nearby. If it rains during
a game, they cover the infield quickly, before it gets
soaked. The crew can spread the huge tarp in less than
two minutes. By ten o'clock, the field is almost ready
for batting practice.



On the fifteenth of =August, when there were
only seventeen more days till =Karen's birthday and
twenty more days of school vacation, =Aldo's luck
seemed to change. He was looking through the  
=Pennysaver, which had arrived that morning. He had given
up looking for a job, but still he looked through
the little newspaper out of habit. You never knew
when you might find something interesting. Sure
enough, midway through the pages, there was a large
advertisement for the local shoe store.



He pulled one of the bills from the stack.  
 Instead of a dollar, this is called a dilly. There are
bills in this box marked one, five, ten, and twenty
dillies. It's our plan to turn this play money into
real money. 
 How?  asked =Mayor =Peabody.
 We all know about how much everybody in
town earns. So we'd give everybody here a week's
wages, right now. Only it would be in dillies, not
dollars. We'd all agree that here in =Cedar =Ferry, we'd
spend and receive the dillies just like real money. 
 Mr =Reese?  =Miss =Draymore, who ran the  
jewelry store, got to her feet.  Your plan sounds well
and good, as far as it goes. But what would happen
if somebody found another supply of those .    
dillies? Someone could come in here from another
village with a pocketful of dillies and begin spending
them. We'd never know the difference. We'd just
have a lot of dillies that weren't worth anything. 
 We already thought of that,  said =Joe =Ballard.
From the pocket of his butcher's apron he pulled
out a rubber stamp. He pressed the stamp against
one of the dilly bills.
Bob =Reese held the bill up for all to see.
Stamped across its front in red letters were the
words =COLD =CUTS.
 Our plan,  Mr =Ballard went on,  is to stamp
each bill with my =COLD =CUTS stamp. They would



by the time he was sound
asleep and snoring, the others
had finished dinner and become
seriously alarmed about him.
They shouted,  =Eustaee!  until
they were hoarse and =Caspian
blew his horn.
 He's nowhere near or he'd
have heard that,  said =Lucy.
 We'll have to send out a search
party. 
Meanwhile =Eustace slept and
slept, and slept. What woke him
was a pain in his arm. The moon
was shining in at the mouth of
the cave, and the bed of treasures
seemed to have grown much
more comfortable. In fact he
could hardly feel it at all. He
was puzzled by the pain in his
arm at first, but then it occurred
to him that the bracelet which
he had shoved up above his  
elbow had become strangely tight.
His arm must have become  
swollen while he was asleep  it was
his left arm .
He moved his right arm in
order to feel his left, but stopped
before he had moved it an inch
and bit his lip in terror. For just
in front of him, and a little on
his right, where the moonlight
fell clear on the floor of the cave,
&&000 OPEN COURT  (1985)  5T GRADE              OPN9855T.ASC
THE SPIRIT OF THE WIND  Zera Sutherland  Level I 
Source: SUNY Cortland xerox, scan, edit DPH 12-23-92

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Sam is a young Indian whose only happiness comes from running.
He works after school in a cattle barn. There his co-worker, =Old
=Clete, tells him about the vision quests that =Sioux boys had once
made in the nearby mountains.
 Maybe if I'd gone on one of them vision quests, like
my granddad told me, that would have put me on the
right track,  =Clete said.  Might have found some magic
power to help me. 
=Sam felt a story coming.  What are they? 
 They? Who? 
 Those vision quests . 
 =Ah, it was what old-time =Indians believed. Talk
about seeing things that aren't there.    They put great
stock in visions, to give them power, sort of help them
over the rough spots. 
 Power?  
 Kind of magic, you might call it. Not muscle power,
exactly, but inside power. Backbone, so to speak. They
knew it would be there when they needed it. 
 How would  they get the visions? Was it a ceremony? 
 Sort of a test, you could say. Most boys went through
it when they were about your age, I guess. How old are
you ?  
=Sam straightened.  Thirteen, pretty near. 
 Somewhere around there. When a boy was old
enough, the medicine man'd lead him out of camp, off to
a hill, high up. And he'd sit the boy down facing north



One time the gods =Zeus and =Hermes came down to earth in
human form and traveled through a certain district, asking
for food and shelter as they went. For a long time they
received nothing but refusals from both rich and poor. At
last they came to a little, one-room cottage with a roof made
of reeds from the nearby marsh. There dwelled a poor old
couple, =Baucis and =Philemon.
The two had little to offer, since they lived entirely from
the produce of their plot of land and a few goats, fowl, and
pigs. Nevertheless they were prompt to ask the strangers in
and to set their best before them. The couch that they pulled
forward for their guests was roughly put together from
willow boughs, and the cushions on it were stuffed with
straw. One table leg had to be propped up with a piece of
broken pot. But =Baucis scrubbed the top of the table with
fragrant mint and set some water on the fire. Meanwhile
=Philemon went out into the garden to fetch a cabbage. Then
he lifted down a piece of home-cured bacon from the
blackened beam where it hung. While these were cooking,
=Baucis set her best delicacies on the table. There were ripe
olives, sour cherries, fresh onions and radishes, cream
cheese, and eggs baked in the ashes of the fire. There was a
big earthenware bowl in the middle of the table in which to
mix their homemade wine with water.
The second course was fruit. There were nuts, figs, dried
dates, plums, grapes, and apples, for this was their best
season of the year. =Philemon had even had it in mind to kill



No one knows whether the =King's kitten was white,
black, or striped. But history says =His =Majesty was so
fond of his pet that he asked the royal council to choose
a name for it.
 I want a very strong, powerful, and honorable name
for my dearest kitten,  he said.  So I propose to call it
=Sky because the sky is above everything and everyone on
earth!  
That is a most noble name, indeed!  said his =Prime
=Mandarin.  But though the sky is above the clouds, the
clouds sometimes dare to hide its blue beauty. 
A very interesting observation!  praised the =King.
 Clouds, though lower than the sky, can be more
powerful. I want my pet to have an extraordinarily strong
name. I will call it =Cloud. 
What a lovely name!  said the =Chief =Magician.  But
is it really strong? The wind scatters the clouds and
sometimes even pushes them across the sea and beyond
the horizon. 
 True, very true,  said the =King.  And since the wind
is more powerful than the clouds which, though lower
than the sky dare to hide its blue beauty, I'll call my
darling =Wind. 



In the same year that =Christopher
=Columbus returned to =Spain after
finding a new world across the
=Atlantic, =Alvar =Nunez =Cabeza de
=Vaca was born in the =Spanish town
of =Jerez. While de =Vaca was
growing up, the =Spanish were
extending their conquests in the
=New =World. =Poncede =Leon reached
=Florida; =Balboa discovered the
=Pacific =Ocean; and =Cortes found the
vast riches of =Mexico.
The young de =Vaca was more
interested in following the family
tradition of soldiering than in finding
the wealth of =American. When he was
nineteen, de =Vaca fought in the
battle of =Ravenna in Italy. This
day-long battle was the first in
which both sides used a new
weapon, the cannon. Twenty
=thousand soldiers were killed on
that =April day. =DeVaca, one of the
few survivors, was sickened by the
slaughter and resolved to give up
the soldier's life.
Some years later the =Spanish king
appointed =deVaca governor of a
small district in southern =Spain. He
married and settled down to a quiet
life. This quiet life came to an end,
however, when =Panfilode =Narvaez
came to de =Vaca's town in =1526.
=Narvaez was a tall, loud
adventurer who had spent many
years in the =New =World. He was
convinced that the unknown land of
=Florida contained more gold than
=Cortes had found in =Mexico, and he
believed that a golden city called
=Cibola existed somewhere in this
unexplored region. He persuaded
=de =Vaca to join the expedition he
was organizing to find =Cibola. Since
=de =Vaca contributed much of his
own money, he was made treasurer
and second-in-command of the
expedition.



Everybody in the entire school knew =Daisy =Gonzalez, alias =Spook.
She was notorious. She was always making faces and scaring people.
And she was usually in trouble for playing hooky or disrupting a
class. Most days she could be seen sitting outside the office of
Mrs =Rostock, the principal, waiting to be disciplined. Everyone,
including =Magdalena =Mendez, kept out of =Spook's way.
Then =Spook was transferred into =Room =6'310, and Mrs =Rostock
asked =Magdalena to befriend her. =Magdalena soon discovered that
=Spook was bright and not as tough as she seemed. As this story
begins, =Spook and =Magdalena are just returning from the library.
They had gone there to find =Miss =Lilley, an elderly friend of
=Spook's.
Miss =Lilley had helped convince =Magdalena to have her long braids
cut off.
At home, =Spook, not waiting to be asked, tagged
along inside and up the stairs. Magdalena was glad for
her company. But one thing was certain; =Spook had
better be gone by the time =Nani came home. Even the
new =Spook was still wild enough to horrify =Nani. She
was terribly dirty and her untamed hair shot up and out
like a nest of snakes gone wild.
 Smells good in here,  =Spook said, sniffing.
=Nani's herbs hung in bunches along the wall. The
kitchen looked orderly as always, thanks to =Nani, and
inviting too. It was a comfortable room.
Spook walked around, examining things. She pointed
to the portrait over the refrigerator.  That man's too old
to be your father. 
 It's my =Great-grandfather =Mendez. He's been dead for years. 
 How long? He doesn't look dead. 



snow is water as a solid. Take an ice cube from the freezer
compartment of your refrigerator. Place it in a glass and
leave it out. After a while it will melt into water, and after a
longer while it will evaporate into water vapor. The water
vapor in the air outside eventually falls back to the earth's
surface as rain or snow. There it evaporates again, and the
water cycle continues.
Other substances besides water also change from one
form of matter to another. You may have seen pictures of
blast furnaces where iron is heated to very high
temperatures until it becomes a liquid. Plumbers melt a
mixture of lead and tin called solder. The liquid solder
flows around the joints of pipes and then cools and
hardens to make a tight connection. You can see that the
form matter is in depends partly upon its temperature.
Neither water nor iron nor solder changes into a new
material when it is heated or cooled. Water is still water
and iron is still iron, whether they are solids or liquids or
gases. A change from one form of matter to another is
called a physical change. During a physical change, a
material can change its form or size or shape, but it does
not change into a different material.
To see another kind of change you can use a wooden
match and a metal pan. Ask permission to light the match
and place it in the metal pan. Make sure that there is



This is the story of =Thales, a man
who found a use for his shadow.
=Thales was born about =BC in
the =Greek seaport of =Miletus on the
=Aegean =Sea. =Miletus was a crossroads
for rrade caravans from the =East Indies
and ships that called on the bustling
ports of the =Mediterranean =Sea.
Although the caravans and ships
brought exotic goods to =Miletus,
=Thales was more interested in the
traders and sailors who told stories of
strange lands and strange people. He
heard tales of the amazing cities on
the banks of the =Tigris, =Euphrates,
and =Nile rivers. He listened in awe
to accounts of the great scholars who
could measure the movements of the
moon and the stars in the sky.
Young =Thales yearned to travel.
His mind was filled with questions
about the world and the universe, 
questions to ask the learned men
he had heard about. But travel
cost money, and =Thales had none.
 Anybody can make money if he
puts his mind to it, =Thales decided.
Then he saw the silvery leaves of
the olive trees on the hillside and
thought about the oil in the fruit of
those trees. Olive oil was used in
lamps for cooking, and as a soap and
skin softener. But the orchards
hadn't produced olives for several
seasons. No one knew what was
wrong or could tell when the olives
would grow again. =Thales decided to
find the answer to the problem.
He studied the weather conditions
of the past years and discovered a
pattern. The pattern pointed to good
weather for the next season, which
meant that the orchards should start
producing olives again. =Thales
decided to take a chance. He quietly
visited each olive grower and asked
to buy his press. The growers were
delighted to sell their presses because
they had been useless for several
seasons .


High up on mountains the wind, sun, and rain combine
to break off pieces of rock and tumble them down. The
tiniest pieces of rock, sand grains, are washed downhill
and find their way into streams.
Years may pass before the grains of sand reach a river.
In the moving water of a river the grains travel on. But how
slowly! It may take a =million years for the sand grains to
move a distance of a =hundred miles. Finally they reach the
sea. There the waves pick them up and carry them from
one place to another along the beach.
The sand that runs through your fingers comes from far
away and long ago. It tells you something of the great age
of the earth we live on.
Did you ever have to pick up your towels and lunch
basket and move higher up on the beach because the tide
was coming in? The waters of the sea are always moving
up the shore and then slowly back again.
Mark the high-tide point on the beach with a stick. Note
the time this point is reached. Do the same the next day.
Does high tide come at the same time as the day before?
Continue your observations for a few days. You will notice
that high tide comes about =fifty minutes later each day.
Long ago, before the time of calendars and clocks,
people who lived near the sea and gathered their food
from it noticed this same thing. The high-tide point came
later each day. They noticed, too, that the moon rose later
each day. They began to think that there might be some
connection between the moon and the rise and fall of the
tides.
Much later this was proved to be true. We know now
that it is the moon that pulls the waters of the earth toward
=Guiana. Then they headed south
again, to cross the equator for the
first time and eventually reach the
city of =Naral on the coast of =Brazil.
All had gone well on these
relatively short flights. But now
came the first real test: to cross the
=Atlantic =Ocean from =Natal to the
=African city of =Dakar. It was a
distance of =1900 miles. =AE and
=Noonan took off before daybreak on
=June =7 and were over the coast of
=Africa thirteen hours later. They
missed =Dakar but landed at another
=Senegalese city. Then began their
short hops over the jungles and
deserts of north central =Africa.
Without accurate maps, =Noonan
often had a difficult time
determining where they were. They
landed at seven remote places. The
seventh was =Assab on the =Red =Sea
coast of =Ethiopia. From there they
made the long flight to the city of
=Karachi in India. It was now June =16.


As the two aviators flew from
=Karachi to =Calcutta, the heavy rains
of the monsoons buffeted their tiny
plane. These rains were to be a
problem until the fliers reached
=Bangkok in =Siam. There the weather
improved.  The =900 mile flight from
=Bangkok to =Singapore went
smoothly .

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CLIMB THE HILLS  by Jack Cassidy et al
Scribner Reading Series Level 13 
Source: SUNY Cortland xerox scan edit by DPH 12-26-92

&&111 


never rise. You run!  he begged his
sister. =Pitohok wept aloud as he
whispered,  I can't do any more.
All my strength has gone. It's going
black    I'm going to          .
You are coming with me,
now!  cried =Upik.  I can see our
igloo. It's not far from us. Can you
not see it through the fog? 
The big grizzly raked its claws
through the snow. =Upik put her left
shoulder underneath the caribou
and her arm around her brother's
waist and strained with all her
might. Together they rose from the
snow and staggered off toward
their family's house. =Pitohok  
stumbled once again and fell onto one
knee. He hung there gasping for
breath.
The akla snarled and opened its
mouth wide to take the caribou's
leg and =Pitohok's mitted hand  
between its crushing jaws.
=Unalook! =Kukikotak!  =Upik
screamed at the bear.  We shared
our fish with you. Don't you dare
to harm my brother. He must take
this food to our family. They are
starving     don't you understand? 
The huge bear let go of   =Pitohok's hand and the caribou's legand
stood there glaring back at her.
 Quick! Get back on your feet, 
=Upik whispered.  We have only a
little way to go. 



I must be crazy. It's nighttime and here I am on this
dive boat, in total darkness. I'm scared to death.
The sky above me is black except for a half-moon
The sea around me is black. I see lights twinkling on the distant
shore. Land seems far away. Land is where most
twelve-year-old girls should be. So what am I doing on
the sea?
I'm going on a night dive, that's what I'm doing. In
just a few minutes, I'll be in that black sea, and it's too
late to do anything about it.
How did I get myself into this? By opening my big
mouth, that's how.
=Mom and I have been scuba diving on this beautiful
=Caribbean island for a week now. We've been diving every
day. It's been great.
When =Jim, who is in charge of diving, first met me,
he asked to see my  =C  card, my scuba certification card.
It proves I've had the proper diving training. You have to
be twelve before you can be certified. I went to the local
 =Y  for my course.
Yesterday =Mom told =Jim about her work as a marine
biologist and about her interest in parrotfishes.
 There are lots of different parrotfishes on our reefs, 
he said. Then I blew it. Why don't I think before I speak,
like =Mom is always telling me to do?
 Really?  I said.  Do you have the kind of parrotfish
that spins a cocoon around itself at night? 
=Jim grinned.  Sure, kid,  he said.  Since you're such
hotshot diver, how about a night dive to see for  
your,elf?  =So that's why I'm on =Jim's boat tonight with =Mom
nd the other divers. About to take the plunge into inky
waters.



MISS =LOUISA  Sternly : I see that
you , haven't studied your  
lesson, =Theodore. You will stay
after school and learn the lines
before you leave this  
afternoon. Do you understand?
=THEODORE  Mumbles as he slinks
back to his seat : Yes.
MISS =LOUISA: Remember your
manners! Yes what, =Theodore?
=THEODORE  Straightens up and
speaks with respect: =Yes, =Miss
=Louisa.
MISS =LOUISA: William, let's see
how well you have learned the
stanzas.
=WILLIAM  Stumbles to front,
stares up at ceiling and recites
slowly : =Uh, =uh.  Listen, my
children, and you shall hear. 
=Uh, =uh.  Of the midnight ride
of =Paul =Revere.  =Uh, =uh, 
 fidgets 
MISS =LOUISA: William, you will
join =Theodore after school. Do
you understand?
=WILLIAM  Mumbles as he returns
to his seat : Yes.
MISS =LOUISA: =Yes what, =William?
=WILLIAM  With respect : Yes,
Miss =Louisa.
MISS =LOUISA  Sighs : Boys and
girls, I asked you to memorize
it in hopes that you will  



Blowing over the meadows brown.And one was safe and asleep in his
bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a =British musket-ball.
You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the =British =Regulars fired and fled,, 
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode =Paul =Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every =Middlesex village and farm,, 
A cry of defiance and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the =Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of =Paul =Revere.



 What's that supposed to mean ? 
You can't get love by force, if
she's not willing. 
=Daniel let =Lady go, and she
crawled back under the couch.
 She's not a bit like =Captain, 
he said.  He followed me  
everywhere. I had to lock him up to get
rid of him. 
His mother knelt beside him
and put her arm around him.
 Every dog has ways of its own, 
she said.
 She let me touch her when she
was sick because she couldn't get
away.  He wiped his eyes on his
flannel sleeve.  Now she won't
come near me. 
His mother nodded.
 Maybe she thought I didn't
want another dog. Maybe it's my
fault she doesn't like me. 
His mother patted his head.
 She's worse than nothing! 
=Daniel cried.  I wish she had died
that first day. I wish I'd never
found her! 



The last week of =March
brought robins and weather so
warm the family worked outdoors
without jackets. The remaining
snow melted suddenly. The runoff
overflowed the creek and flooded
the fields near the house. Within a
few days, the water receded, and
warm winds and sun dried the
ground.
After the chores were done and
breakfast was over on =Saturday
morning, =Daniel's father said,
Take this morning off, =Daniel.
You and =Lady can check all the
fences around the west meadow,
while I muck out the barn. 
His father watched as the boy
pulled =Lady from under the couch,
fastened the choke-chain around
her neck, and snapped the leash
onto the ring. The chain ran
through a larger ring, like a  
slipknot, so that tension on the leash
would tighten the chain around
the dog's neck.
=Daniel pulled on the leash.
=Lady sat back. She stubbornly
stiffened her front legs and leaned
in the opposite direction. Daniel
jerked the leash. She coughed and
gagged as the chain pinched her
windpipe.


She waited for a moment, bent over her knees, then
she called,  =Charlie! Charlie,  without lifting her head.
 Oh, =Charleeeeee,  =Joe shouted above her.
=Sara knew =Charlie would shout back if he heard her,
the long wailing cry he gave sometimes when he was
frightened during the night. It was such a familiar cry that
for a moment she thought she heard it.
She waited, still touching the ground with one hand,
until she was sure there was no answer.
 Come on,  =Joe said, holding out his hand.
He pulled her to her feet, and she stood looking up
at the top of the hill. Machines had cut away the earth
there to get at the veins of coal, and the earth had been
pushed down the hill to form a huge bank.
 I'll never get up that,  she said. She leaned against
a tree whose leaves were covered with the pale fine dirt
which had filtered down when the machines had cut away
the hill.
 Sure you will. I've been up it a dozen times. 
He took her hand and she started after him, moving
sideways up the steep bank. The dirt crumbled beneath
her feet and she slid, skinned one knee, and then slipped
again. When she had regained her balance she laughed
wryly and said,  =What's going to happen is that I'll end
up pulling you all the way down the hill. 
No, I've got you. Keep coming. 
She started again, putting one foot carefully above
the other, picking her way over the stones. When she
paused, he said,  =Keep coming. We're almost there. 
 I think it's a trick, like at the dentist's when he says,
I'm almost through drilling. Then he drills for another



the =Centipede.  You're a slitherer, that's all you are! You just
slither along! 
 I glide,  said the =Earthworm primly.
 You are a slimy beast,   
answered the =Centipede.
 I am not a slimy beast,  the
=Earthworm said.  I am a useful
and much loved creature. Ask any
gardener you like. And as for
you .
 I am a pest!  the =Centipede
announced, grinning broadly and
looking around the room for  
approval.
 He is so proud of that,  the
=Ladybug said, smiling at =James.
 Though for the life of me I cannot
understand why. 
 I am the only pest in this
room!  cried the =Centipede, still
grinning away.  Unless you count
=Old-Green-Grasshopper over there.
But he is long past it now. He is
too old to be a pest any more. 
The =Old-Green-Grasshopper
turned his huge black eyes upon
the =Centipede and gave him a
withering look.  Young fellow,  he
said, speaking in a deep, slow,
scornful voice,  I have never been
a pest in my life. I am a musician. 
Hear, hear!  said the =Ladybug.
=James,  the =Centipede said.
 Your name is =James, isn't it.? 
Yes. 
Well, =James, have you ever in
your life seen such a marvelous  
colossal =Centipede as me? 



One dollar and =fifty-nine. 

And the top? 

Fifty cents even, boy. 

So it went, a game of sorts
amid a tangle of treasures.

 Well,  said =Yoyo finally.

 Anything you want? 

There was something =Arthur
wanted. The minute he had seen
the long canvas case he had
known what was inside. His
mother had a recorder, a wooden
one, that she kept in such a case.
Once she'd let him play it,  
showing him how to finger some of the
notes. He remembered the mellow,
sad notes that had made the hair
on his neck rise when his mother
had played. He also remembered
the rasping squawks when he had
played.

=Arthur pointed to the case.

 What's that? 

=Yoyo opened the case and took
out the recorder. He held it upside
down, blower end down.  =Arthur
felt the first pricklings of  
excitement in his stomach. =Yoyo didn't
know what it was.



 The station has less than an hour to cover all the
day's news,  she explains.  Usually we reporters bring
back more tape than the station has time for. That means
some of the tape has to be left out. I'll edit this interview
myself and leave in only the best questions and answers.
But even so, there may be other news stories that the
station thinks are more important than this interview. 
The next stop is the =Houston =Police =Station, where
Officer =Johnson works. =Elma and =Steve have no problem
finding this place. They have both been here often  
covering stories.
=Elma and =Steve head down the hall and enter a door
marked =Juvenile =Division. =Elma asks if she can see Officer
=Johnson. She is told he is just on his way out the door.
Sure enough, a man with a blond mustache is putting on
his jacket, getting ready to leave.
 Is that him?  =Elma asks. Before the officer at the
desk can answer, =Elma is in the room and standing in
front of Officer =Johnson.
 Excuse me, I'm =Elma =Barrera, a reporter for =Channel
=13. I would like to ask you some questions about the new
law. 
 I'm afraid I have to leave right now for a case,  the
officer says.
 May we come with you?  =Elma asks quickly.
Officer =Johnson smiles and shakes his head.  Sorry, 
he says and begins to move toward the door.
 Well, can we follow you?  =Elma asks
He shakes his head to that suggestion, too.
 I'd really like to get more information about the new
law,  =Elma continues.  Could I interview you when you
get back? 
00000 000 SCOTT FORESMAN READERS  5TH GRADE- Level 10          SCOT51.TXT
00000 000 "SKY CLIMBERS" NO AUTHOR ON FRONT PAGE  1981        
00000 000 TRANSCRIBED BY DPH  MAR 83  STRAT. SRS  Beginning with pages below.
00000 000 32; 64; 138; 176; 242; 283; 314; 367; 433; 464.


00001 111 After dinner, their mother said, You aren't very talkative, =LuAnn.
00002 111 I talked too much yesterday, =LuAnn muttered. She picked up the 
00003 111 =EveningMirror and found their ad in the personals section. 
00004 111 Something puzzled her. It's funny, she said, frowning. It's like a
00005 111 connect the dots picture with some dots missing. Our =thirty five 
00006 111 dollars is what's missing, =Brian said. But if we could find the
00007 111 missing dots, maybe we'd find the money too. How come one person
00008 111 answered our ad in the morning but a lot of them called this 
00009 111 afternoon? I suppose it takes people a while to get started, said
00010 111 their mother.

00011 111 Remember that many words end in =s, =es, =er, =est and =ing are
00012 111 not listed as entry words. To find any of these words, you must look
00013 111 up the root word to which the ending was added. What word should you
00014 111 look up to find the meaning of roping? Notice the words roped and 
00015 111 roping at the end of the entry for rope on page =63. They are other 
00016 111 forms of the entry word. A dictionary gives more than one meaning
00017 111 for many words. How many are given for the word room on page =63?
00018 111 Notice that after each meaning there is a phrase or sentence showing
00019 111 room used with that meaning. They help you see the differences
00020 111 among the meanings.

00021 111 Mrs =Small sucked in her breath. She looked all around the kitchen,
00022 111 at the gaping hole and quickly away from it. The kitchen was large,
00023 111 with a single lamp of varicolored glass hanging from the ceiling on 
00024 111 a heavy, black chain. Her shadow, along with =Thomas's, loomed 
00025 111 long and thin on the far wall. =Thomas, don't make up things, his
00026 111 father said sternly! I'm not, =Papa. There was a lump in =Thomas'
00027 111 throat. He gripped the table and swallowed a few times. He had
00028 111 to find just the right words if ever his father was to believe him.
00029 111 His hand rose in the air. They began to shape the air, to carve it,
00030 111 as though it were a pretty piece of pine.

00031 111 For the first time he was aware of something small pressing
00032 111 uncomfortably against the back of his neck, just inside the
00033 111 pajamas. He groped around and got his hand on the thing. It turned
00034 111 out to be a torn bit of leaf and a crushed yellow flower with some 
00035 111 of the petals missing. Why, I, I was lying on a whole bunch of 
00036 111 flowers like this. I guess, when the birds scared me. She came 
00037 111 slowly over and took the crushed flowers with a hand that was not 
00038 111 quite steady. =Brick, she said in an awed voice. Do you know what
00039 111 this is? He shook his head. I never saw one till I found 'em
00040 111 growing all around me at that place.

00041 111 Even though it may be exciting and you might make lots of money 
00042 111 at it, you may not be suited for it. You must be patient. One day,
00043 111 maybe when you least expect it, you'll discover what you were really
00044 111 meant to do. You'll know, because the idea of it will fill you
00045 111 with happiness. Before very long =Myer made up his mind again. 
00046 111 He decided he wanted to be a blacksmith. Where's your common
00047 111 sense, said =SolomonMyers! You don't even like horses! Tell us, 
00048 111 son, said his mother, What put the idea of being a blacksmith into
00049 111 your head? I decided when I passed the blacksmith's shop, =Myer
00050 111 said. I liked watching the shoes being made.

00051 111 When =Nicholas saw who addressed him, his bow slipped and his jaw
00052 111 slackened, for it was the Lord Chamberlain of the =Realm. Stop 
00053 111 gaping and listen to me carefully, the dignity ordered. His
00054 111 Majesty commands you to play at court. You will, I assure you, be
00055 111 more than generously rewarded. =Nicholas could hardly believe his
00056 111 ears. But what he thought was good fortune soured into disaster
00057 111 as the Lord Chamberlain named the very day =Nicholas had promised
00058 111 the cats. When the despairing =Nicholas explained his predicament
00059 111 and begged to be summoned any other time, the official gave him
00060 111 an icy stare.

00061 111 As I began my talk, everyone listened politely. The pupils were
00062 111 interested in the subject. I could see that. But they weren't sure
00063 111 I had anything new to tell them. Whenever I talk about butterflies,
00064 111 I get enthusiastic. I guess I pass on that excitement as I talk. 
00065 111 Soon one boy popped up with the question. I could see questions 
00066 111 coming into the faces of others. The more and more pupils were 
00067 111 asking questions. They asked about the change from caterpillar 
00068 111 into butterfly. They wanted to learn about the butterflies'
00069 111 colorful wings. They asked me why I am so interested in butterflies.

00070 111 Because she has asthma, =Miranda can't do some of the things her
00071 111 friends can do, like play baseball or other active games. But one 
00072 111 day she meets =Phoebe, an enthusiastic jogger who's training for 
00073 111 a marathon. With =Phoebe's encouragement, =Miranda starts to run.
00074 111 She starts slowly, going only short distances at first, to build
00075 111 up her stamina. So far =Miranda hasn't had any problem with her
00076 111 asthma. I think it was the week after my birthday that I got the
00077 111 attack. It gets pretty hot in NewYork in the summer, and sometimes
00078 111 the end of June can feel like August. I remember we didn't run
00079 111 at all for two days in a row. The third day =Phoebe called and
00080 111 said we had to go out or our muscles would turn to mush.

00081 111 Fires can injure and kill in many ways. Most people want to run away
00082 111 from them. Yet firefighters do just the opposite. They choose to 
00083 111 move at top speed to the waiting dangers. They brave flames and 
00084 111 heat, breathe smoke, and take their chances with deadly gases. Why
00085 111 do they do it? Some just say, It's a job. That is true, but there 
00086 111 are easier and less dangerous ways to earn a living. To become a 
00087 111 firefighter, you must take many tests. Only the best are chosen. 
00088 111 People who get the be firefighters are smart enough and strong
00089 111 enough to be successful at safer jobs. Clearly, firefighting has 
00090 111 others things going for it.

00091 111 Below is a picture sent to earth by =VikingI. But pictures weren't
00092 111 meant to show there was life. Finding this out was to be done by 
00093 111 three kinds of life-detection experiments. These were done in soil
00094 111 samples picked up by a long-arm on each =Viking. One kind of
00095 111 experiment is shown in the picture above. Any life form that gives 
00096 111 off gas would be found by the gas detector. The other two 
00097 111 experiments used radioacitve carbon atoms. If any life form acted
00098 111 with the carbon, a =Geiger counter would find this out.  The 
00099 111 experiments brought some surprises. Some of them seemed to give a
00100 111 kind of a yes. Some answered not sure. Because of this, the 
00101 111 scientists decided they could not be sure that there was life forms
00102 111 in the places =VikingI and =VikingII landed.
00000 000 SCOTT FORESMAN READERS  5TH GRADE- Level 10          SCOT51.TXT
00000 000 "SKY CLIMBERS" NO AUTHOR ON FRONT PAGE  1981        
00000 000 TRANSCRIBED BY DPH  MAR 83  STRAT. SRS  Beginning with pages below.
00000 000 32; 64; 138; 176; 242; 283; 314; 367; 433; 464.


00001 111 After dinner, their mother said, You aren't very talkative, =LuAnn.
00002 111 I talked too much yesterday, =LuAnn muttered. She picked up the 
00003 111 =EveningMirror and found their ad in the personals section. 
00004 111 Something puzzled her. It's funny, she said, frowning. It's like a
00005 111 connect the dots picture with some dots missing. Our =thirty five 
00006 111 dollars is what's missing, =Brian said. But if we could find the
00007 111 missing dots, maybe we'd find the money too. How come one person
00008 111 answered our ad in the morning but a lot of them called this 
00009 111 afternoon? I suppose it takes people a while to get started, said
00010 111 their mother.

00011 111 Remember that many words end in =s, =es, =er, =est and =ing are
00012 111 not listed as entry words. To find any of these words, you must look
00013 111 up the root word to which the ending was added. What word should you
00014 111 look up to find the meaning of roping? Notice the words roped and 
00015 111 roping at the end of the entry for rope on page =63. They are other 
00016 111 forms of the entry word. A dictionary gives more than one meaning
00017 111 for many words. How many are given for the word room on page =63?
00018 111 Notice that after each meaning there is a phrase or sentence showing
00019 111 room used with that meaning. They help you see the differences
00020 111 among the meanings.

00021 111 Mrs =Small sucked in her breath. She looked all around the kitchen,
00022 111 at the gaping hole and quickly away from it. The kitchen was large,
00023 111 with a single lamp of varicolored glass hanging from the ceiling on 
00024 111 a heavy, black chain. Her shadow, along with =Thomas's, loomed 
00025 111 long and thin on the far wall. =Thomas, don't make up things, his
00026 111 father said sternly! I'm not, =Papa. There was a lump in =Thomas'
00027 111 throat. He gripped the table and swallowed a few times. He had
00028 111 to find just the right words if ever his father was to believe him.
00029 111 His hand rose in the air. They began to shape the air, to carve it,
00030 111 as though it were a pretty piece of pine.

00031 111 For the first time he was aware of something small pressing
00032 111 uncomfortably against the back of his neck, just inside the
00033 111 pajamas. He groped around and got his hand on the thing. It turned
00034 111 out to be a torn bit of leaf and a crushed yellow flower with some 
00035 111 of the petals missing. Why, I, I was lying on a whole bunch of 
00036 111 flowers like this. I guess, when the birds scared me. She came 
00037 111 slowly over and took the crushed flowers with a hand that was not 
00038 111 quite steady. =Brick, she said in an awed voice. Do you know what
00039 111 this is? He shook his head. I never saw one till I found 'em
00040 111 growing all around me at that place.

00041 111 Even though it may be exciting and you might make lots of money 
00042 111 at it, you may not be suited for it. You must be patient. One day,
00043 111 maybe when you least expect it, you'll discover what you were really
00044 111 meant to do. You'll know, because the idea of it will fill you
00045 111 with happiness. Before very long =Myer made up his mind again. 
00046 111 He decided he wanted to be a blacksmith. Where's your common
00047 111 sense, said =SolomonMyers! You don't even like horses! Tell us, 
00048 111 son, said his mother, What put the idea of being a blacksmith into
00049 111 your head? I decided when I passed the blacksmith's shop, =Myer
00050 111 said. I liked watching the shoes being made.

00051 111 When =Nicholas saw who addressed him, his bow slipped and his jaw
00052 111 slackened, for it was the Lord Chamberlain of the =Realm. Stop 
00053 111 gaping and listen to me carefully, the dignity ordered. His
00054 111 Majesty commands you to play at court. You will, I assure you, be
00055 111 more than generously rewarded. =Nicholas could hardly believe his
00056 111 ears. But what he thought was good fortune soured into disaster
00057 111 as the Lord Chamberlain named the very day =Nicholas had promised
00058 111 the cats. When the despairing =Nicholas explained his predicament
00059 111 and begged to be summoned any other time, the official gave him
00060 111 an icy stare.

00061 111 As I began my talk, everyone listened politely. The pupils were
00062 111 interested in the subject. I could see that. But they weren't sure
00063 111 I had anything new to tell them. Whenever I talk about butterflies,
00064 111 I get enthusiastic. I guess I pass on that excitement as I talk. 
00065 111 Soon one boy popped up with the question. I could see questions 
00066 111 coming into the faces of others. The more and more pupils were 
00067 111 asking questions. They asked about the change from caterpillar 
00068 111 into butterfly. They wanted to learn about the butterflies'
00069 111 colorful wings. They asked me why I am so interested in butterflies.

00070 111 Because she has asthma, =Miranda can't do some of the things her
00071 111 friends can do, like play baseball or other active games. But one 
00072 111 day she meets =Phoebe, an enthusiastic jogger who's training for 
00073 111 a marathon. With =Phoebe's encouragement, =Miranda starts to run.
00074 111 She starts slowly, going only short distances at first, to build
00075 111 up her stamina. So far =Miranda hasn't had any problem with her
00076 111 asthma. I think it was the week after my birthday that I got the
00077 111 attack. It gets pretty hot in NewYork in the summer, and sometimes
00078 111 the end of June can feel like August. I remember we didn't run
00079 111 at all for two days in a row. The third day =Phoebe called and
00080 111 said we had to go out or our muscles would turn to mush.

00081 111 Fires can injure and kill in many ways. Most people want to run away
00082 111 from them. Yet firefighters do just the opposite. They choose to 
00083 111 move at top speed to the waiting dangers. They brave flames and 
00084 111 heat, breathe smoke, and take their chances with deadly gases. Why
00085 111 do they do it? Some just say, It's a job. That is true, but there 
00086 111 are easier and less dangerous ways to earn a living. To become a 
00087 111 firefighter, you must take many tests. Only the best are chosen. 
00088 111 People who get the be firefighters are smart enough and strong
00089 111 enough to be successful at safer jobs. Clearly, firefighting has 
00090 111 others things going for it.

00091 111 Below is a picture sent to earth by =VikingI. But pictures weren't
00092 111 meant to show there was life. Finding this out was to be done by 
00093 111 three kinds of life-detection experiments. These were done in soil
00094 111 samples picked up by a long-arm on each =Viking. One kind of
00095 111 experiment is shown in the picture above. Any life form that gives 
00096 111 off gas would be found by the gas detector. The other two 
00097 111 experiments used radioacitve carbon atoms. If any life form acted
00098 111 with the carbon, a =Geiger counter would find this out.  The 
00099 111 experiments brought some surprises. Some of them seemed to give a
00100 111 kind of a yes. Some answered not sure. Because of this, the 
00101 111 scientists decided they could not be sure that there was life forms
00102 111 in the places =VikingI and =VikingII landed.
&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN  (1985)  5TH GRADE         SF19855T.ASC
ROUGH AND READY (LEVEL 10)
SOURCE: KUTZTOWN U. xeroxed by LW scanned/edited by DPH 12-22-92

&&111 

=Kim's mom parked the car at the family's
camping spot near the highway. After =Kim and
her cousin =Marie got out of the car, they went
for a hike in the woods.
Secretly, =Kim wished that her cousin had not
come along. Marie knew all about the city, but
she didn't know much about the woods.  =Kim
loved the forest. Watching the animals was
what she enjoyed most.
After walking for half an hour, =Marie said,
Let's rest, =Kim.  =Marie flopped down on a
rock. She rubbed the places where twigs had
scratched her legs.
=Kim could have sat there all day and listened
to the forest sounds. But a soft rain began to
fall, and =Marie wanted to leave. They stood up
to find their path. Then =Kim began to frown.
Their path was hidden by thick bushes. =Kim bit
her lip.



Both teams played hard during the first
half of the game. But neither team scored.  
Then, just after the second half began, =Donna
got the ball away from a =Raiders' player. She
moved it down the field near the =Raiders'
goal. =Donna was just about to shoot when
she saw the goalie move in her direction. The  
goalie was getting ready to block =Donna's
shot.
=Donna had to decide quickly what to do.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw
=Tracy. =Donna turned and passed the ball to
=Tracy. Sharp and ready, =Tracy shot the ball. It  
whistled through the =Raiders' defense and
into their goal.     
The =Hawks' players went wild. They
cheered loudly for =Tracy and =Donna. From
that moment on, the game went to the
=Hawks. They scored two more goals quickly.
Just before the game ended, =Donna kicked the
ball into the goal for the last score of the
game. The =Hawks beat the =Raiders easily.
Tired, hot, and dusty, =Donna walked home
with her brother. =Clay was excited and happy.
 You were great, =Donna!  he said.  Will .
you come and watch me next season, when I
get back into soccer again? 
 =You bet,  she said smiling.



was to make the cakes. She would have to
spend the whole day before the wedding doing
nothing but baking.
The little people learned about the wedding.
They found out, too, what road she'd be taking
home.
When the night came, the little people
waited by the road. They hid in all kinds of
places.
When the baker came by, the little people
drifted fern seed into her eyes. All of a sudden
she was sleepy!
 Mercy me!  she said with a yawn.  It's
worn myself but I have this day!  =And she  
sank down on a grassy bank to sleep. But it
wasn't a bank at all. It was the place where the
little people lived. Once she lay upon it, she
was in their power.
The baker knew nothing till she woke in the
land of the little people. Being a clever woman,
she didn't have to be told where she was.
 Well now,  she said happily,  and did you
ever! It's all my life I've wanted to get a peep
into the land of the little people. And here I
am! 
They told her what they wanted. Well, she
didn't intend to stay there the rest of her life!
But she didn't tell the little people.



=Maria =Martinez is remembered today as
the maker of beautiful pottery. Her pottery is
in museums all over the world. The pots she
made are black with shiny designs on them.
Maria =Martinez was a =Tewa =Native
=American. She was born around =1881. Maria
lived in =SanIldefonso, =New =Mexico.

by =Robert =Louis =Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside, 

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown, 
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!


=Jeff and his mother were spending the day
shopping. They had stopped in front of a rack
of pants. =Jeff checked the rack. When he
found the pants he wanted, he grabbed them.
 Why do you have to own pants that look
exactly like that?  =Jeff's mother asked.
 Because all of my friends are wearing
them,  =Jeff said.
Do you understand how =Jeff felt?
Sometimes you may feel you need to have
something because your friends have it. Or
sometimes you may feel as if you should do
something because your friends are doing it.



and the dust had cleared, I looked around
and found that I was the only one who
hadn't made it into the closet. =Thirty-four kids
and one teacher were squeezed into that
closet. But there I was on the wrong side of
the door! 
Just you and the gorilla?  asked =Uncle
=Carlos.
 That's right,  I said,  and that gorilia
meant business too. First he pounded his
chest. Then he threw a desk in my direction.
Luckily, I ducked, and it crashed against the
wall. I hit him with an eraser, but that only
made him mad. He reached for me, but I
ducked through his legs and ran to the other
side of the room.
 He was closing in on me when I
happened to pick up the stick that Mr
=Johnson uses as a map pointer. Suddenly, the
gorilla stopped. He Iooked at me, walked over
to a desk, and quietIy sat down! 
=UncIe =CarIos smiled.  Do you mean to tell
me that a great big gorilla was afraid of a
little old stick?  =He thought he had me.
 A gorilIa afraid of a stick? Of course not!
He was just taking his seat. He thought it
was time for geography! 


But =Chuck stayed longer.
HuddIed up, he stared into
the night. The bear peeked
around the corner again.
This time it was twice as
shy. It sniffed for smells
and listened for sounds.
Then the bear stepped
forward. =Chuck couldn't be
sure it was the right bear,
but he knew he had to take a
chance. Slowly he brought
the dart gun to his shoulder
and carefully took aim.  ~
Before =Chuck knew what
was happening, the bear
charged straight at him. Then
it turned and jumped into a
pine tree. =Chuck stepped
outside and yelled. The bear
climbed higher. Then =Chuck
shot. A few minutes later,
the bear slid slowly down
the tree and bumped the
ground. =Chuck turned his
flashlight on. The bear's coat



While the =United =States was preparing for
its first space flights, it developed many
products that would make life in space easier.
New foods, new tools, and new clothes came
about because of these marvelous discoveries.
Some of these new items can be used on =Earth
as well as in space. They are called space spinoffs.
Space spinoffs have changed some foods
we eat. Astronauts need food that will not
spoil quickly, can be stored easily, and can be
prepared without much trouble. Freeze-dried
foods and orange juice that can be made from
a powder were developed to serve these needs.
People on =Earth have found these foods useful
too. Freeze-dried foods are light to carry on
camping trips and simple to prepare.



The children ran to get =Timothy's big red  
wagon out of the garage.  Let's start at the
north end of =Beach =Road,  called =Sarah.
They hurried to the beach. But before they
could even see the water, it showered their
faces with a salty spray. Swirls of sand stung
their eyes.
They pulled the wagon up in front of Mr
=Armbruster's white wooden fence. Timothy
went inside, while =Sarah crossed the street.
By the time the children had reached the
end of the second block, the wagon was full.
Their passengers numbered four dogs, three
cats, two birds, and a monkey.
  It looks like we have our own zoo,    
laughed =Sarah as they returned to the garage.
Once there, they settled the animals inside.
By now, gusts of wind were angrily snapping
the branches of a big tree against the garage
window.
&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN  (1987)  5TH GRADE         SF19875T.ASC
THREE CHEERS by Richard L. Allington et al
Source: SUNY Cortland  xerox, scan, edit by DPHa
January 14, 1993

&&111


me thing to the other cookie. =Polly does the same
over and over until the batch is complete.

=Polly likes her work =Polly enjoys her job because
she can do it anywhere. Almost every grocery store
carries the ingredients needed for her cookies. When her
family moved to =Evansville, =Indiana, she started making
her fortune cookies there.  =Polly's work also gives her the
chance to meet interesting people.
=Polly's most interesting job was also her biggest. A
business woman placed an order with =Polly for four
hundred cookies. The woman had an advertising company
print the messages, which were ads for her business.
When =Polly baked the cookies and stuffed them with the
messages. She worked around her summer camp
schedule and baked whenever she had free time. The
woman who ordered the cookies took them to a
convention in =New =Orleans.
How do you move four =hundred cookies from =Shaker
=Heights to =New =Orleans without breaking them? Very
carefully! The woman bought an extra ticket and placed
the cookies on the seat next to her. The cookies arrived
intact. To show that she was pleased, the customer
bought =Polly a charm with a fortune message inside.

The hardest part of the job.  The thing =Polly likes the
least about her job is the hard work itself. It takes a lot of
time to fill a large order. Writing the fortunes is the hardest
part. If she doesn't have to think up special fortunes,
she can make three to four dozen cookies in one hour.
But =Polly feels the hard work is worth it. When an order
is finished and a customer is happy, =Polly has a great
feeling of satisfaction. Being a successful cookie-maker
has made her feel independent. It gives her a feeling of
self-confidence to know she has something so good that
other people want to buy it.



=Ben flexed his fingers and rubbed the back of his neck. He
was stiff from hours of reading and note-taking. The library
was so quiet that you could have heard a feather drop.
Across the table sat his classmate, =Debby. She was reading
and scribbling notes. At last she raised her head.
=Ben muttered,  You know, =Debby, I really wish we could
interview this man =Franklill in person, with a tape recorder. 
=Ben had chosen =Benjamin =Franklin as the subject of an
=American history report. He had made that choice because
he and =Benjamin =Franklin shared the same name and the


you know what those odd words mean? At least, you
have heard what they mean. Those eight words are
names given to the sounds, or notes, of the musical scale.
reading those words silently. Can you  hear  the
sounds of the notes going up in your mind?
Almost all of our music is made up of some combination
those eight basic sounds. A person who writes new
music is called a composer. The composer takes those basic
sounds, changes them around, and creates a new melody.
course, there is more to it than that. It's not easy to
compose even a simple song; it is even more difficult to
compose music for an entire orchestra to play. You might
=ect that a composer would have to be able to hear very
=ll in order to create music.
What if a composer lost the ability to hear? What do you
think the composer would do? We can find out by looking
at the life of one of the world's greatest composers. That
composer was =Ludwig van =Beethoven. He lost his ability to
hear.  You may have seen =Beethoven's name before. Have you
read the =Peanuts cartoon strip by =Charles =Schulz?
=Charlie =Brown's friend =Schroeder greatly admires
=Beethoven. He plays =Beethoven's music on his little piano.
He keeps a statue of =Beethoven on top of the piano, and
celebrates =Beethoven's birthday.
Many people all over the world agree with =Schroeder.
Even though =Beethoven lived a long time ago, his music is
still heard and loved today.
=Ludwigvan =Beethoven was born on =December =16, =1770.
He was born in the little gray attic room of a house in =Bonn,
=Germany. His father, =Johann, was a musician. =Ludwig first
formed an interest in music at the age of four. His father, a
=rn man, gave him his first lessons in piano and violin.
There was always music in the =Beethoven home.  =Ludwig's
her would often take him to listen to music in other



promptly at four o'clock, and =Phoebe sometimes had a hard
time getting everything finished by then.
General =Washington,  never said very much. He was tall,
with a quiet voice. He looked like the kind of man who could
win a war. Mrs =Washington,  was to have a fresh egg each
day, and =Pompey, the cook's son, who was a lot of company
=Phoebe even though he was only eight years old, helped
visiting the hen house early every morning: When dinner
as over, he and =Phoebe often stood on the kitchen steps
and fed the hens leftover scraps of bread from the table.
=Phoebe was a good housekeeper. But she did not forget
why she was there. Day after day she watched, and waited,
and listened. General =Washington,  came and went. The house
was full of people all the time, officers of the =Army, friends,
members of the bodyguard. =Phoebe slipped among them
silent as a shadow, as her father had taught her. Whenever
she saw anyone talking softly, she stopped to poke the fire, their
glasses, light new candles. But still she saw nothing,
heard nothing. 


Is There an Explanation?
Until =1974, few people had ever heard of the =Bermuda
=Triangle. In that year a book entitled =The =Bermuda =Triangle
was published. The book caused a sensation and became a
best-seller. The author, =Charles =Berlitz, appeared on many
radio and =TV shows.  =Berlitz said that something strange was
going on in the =Bermuda =Triangle. Other writers quickly began
writing books about the =Bermuda =Triangle. Then in =1975, =The
=Bermuda =Triangle =Mystery, =Solved, by =Lawrence =Kusche, was
published. =Kusche claimed that there was no =Bermuda =Triangle
mystery. If, said =Kusche, authors had checked the facts, there
would be no secret to the disappearances. The missing planes
and ships could be explained. Although =Kusche  dug deeper 
than previous authors, he did not satisfactorily explain all the
major disappearances.
Perhaps too much attention has been given to the =Bermuda
=Triangle. It is difficult to see it for what it is, just another
part of the world. Every day, planes fly safely over it. And every
year, about =35 ships disappear throughout the world. For
very strange disappearance in the =Bermuda =Triangle, there is
another strange disappearance somewhere else. It may well be
time to accept the f;act that as long as people fly or sail across
vast bodies of water, there will be unexplained disappearances.



I can't go. I can't.  =Jill heard her voice rise.
Nobody's making you, =Jilly,  =Dad said quietly.  What did
you tell =Dede? 
I    I said I'd have to ask and I'd let her know. 
When is the party?
The =Saturday before =Christmas. I'll probably be very
busy      either way, it'll be bad. I mean, if I don't go, I know
she'll be disappointed and I'll feel terrible about letting her
down. But if I do go     oh, =Dad    if you want to know the
truth     I'm scared to go. =Dede's much better than most of
them.  Some are all twisted and some are blind and some
have to wear helmets    what can a bunch like that do at a
 party? 
=Dad nodded. Then he said,  You know, they always say
that the worst fear of all is fear of the unknown.    Think
things over, honey. You'll figure out what's best. 

All day =Sunday, the decision she had to make weighed like
something heavy growing inside her. It loomed in her
thoughts, putting everything else out of focus.
Monday, she saw =Dede in the distance and ducked down
a side street, feeling like a criminal.
Tuesday was worse I'm taking =Squeak for a walk,  she
said.
 Dress warm, her mother said.
Dress warm for your trip to the unknown, =Jill thought,
zipping up her red jacket.
She climbed the steps to =Dede's house and rang the bell.
She knew =Dede would be out. It was her day to swim at
the =Y.
Hi, =Jill, come on in. I'm just having a cup of coffee,  Mrs
=Atkins said.  What can I get you? 
Nothing, thanks, Mrs =Atkins.    
Well, at least sit down here by the fire for a moment.  She
nudged =Jill into a chair.  So! What's on your mind? I don't
often see you on =Tuesdays.



Do you think it's true that most of the parents are on 
diets? Probably not, but you wouldn't know for sure unless
you asked the parents. You certainly wouldn't base your
statement on the way the drawings were made.
A generalization is a broad statement or opinion that is
reached after thinking about what a number of examples or
facts have in common. A generalization the teacher above
might make is that most of her pupils draw stick figures.
You can also make generalizations about things you read.
Making generalizations can help you understand the meaning 
of facts and judge an author's argument.               
Sometimes authors provide generalizations for you. The
may use clue words such as in general, most, many, usually,
sometimes, often. At other times, you will want to look at
the facts and examples, think about what they have in
common, and think about what you already know about the
topic to decide upon a generalization. Be sure that you can
support the generalization with the facts. If there aren't


A Whale of a Whale.

What sings like a bird, leaps like a leopard, and plays like
a puppy? You'd probably never guess a great big blubbery
whale. But a humpback whale does all these things and
more.

Numbers of =Humpbacks.

At one time about =100'000 humpbacks swam all the
oceans of the world. But great numbers were killed for their
oil and meat. By the =1950s they were nearly extinct. Finally
the humpbacks were protected by law, and now they seem
to be making a comeback. At last count there were about
=7'000, and the numbers keep growing.

How =Humpbacks Get Food.

A humpback eats up to two tons of small fish and
shrimplike creatures each day. When its food is swimming in
a thick school, the whale charges right into it and takes a big
gulp.
When the fish and shrimp are more scattered, the whale
uses an amazing trick. It dives down and starts swimming in
a circle beneath them. As it swims, it blows streams of
bubbles from the blowholes on top of its head. The bubbles
rise like a circular net around the fish and shrimp, forcing
them into a tight bunch at the surface. Then the whale
charges up through the center of the  bubble net  and opens
its mouth. Water pours through the brushlike strips hanging
from the whale's jaws. The fish and shrimp are trapped and
are quickly gulped down.

Songs of =Humpbacks.

No animal on =Earth sings like a male humpback.  Most
females are silent.  A humpback's song is nature's loudest,
longest, and slowest. When a male humpback decides to
&&000  Freedom's Ground,  ed. L.Hunt  (1983)       WIN9835T.ASC 
       Holt, Rinehart, Winston
       Grade 5  (=Level 15)   1983
       Source: SUNY Cortland Library
       Scanned by DPH, Edited by Loreen Wolfer 11-20-92

&&111
The two boys felt relieved, too. They had been
startled by the sudden appearanee of this odd
stranger. =Homer, remembering what his job was,
put down the book he had been holding and went
behind the counter. He often took over the counter
while =UncleUlysses visited his friends in the
barbershop. Would you care for a snack to eat, sir? A
sandwich and a cup of coffee? he asked. Some
nice fresh =doughn,  =Uht! =Uht! =Uht! =Uht! the stranger 
interrupted, wagging his finger violently, before =Homer could
finish saying doughnuts. I never, never eat them, he said. Then,
leaning way over, he whispered, They're positively full of holes,
you know!  They're simply full of whole holes! I must go now. I
really must be going, he said, turning toward the door. He
appeared eager to be gone before something dreadful could happen.
Hey, mister, =Freddy called, you forgot to put a name for the new
record here next to the selector buttons!

a colt of his with the same wide space between
his eyes and with a white star upon it.
The little colt seemed interested in the boy. He
edged out from behind his mother. =Ginger did
not seem to care, so the colt came a step nearer.
The boy took a step farther into the stall and put
out his hand. But =Ginger sniffed the hand and
blew loudly. It was a warning to the colt, who
recognized it as such. He quickly backed up,
under his mother's neck again. The boy smiled and lowered his hand.
He went out of the stall and closed the door. Then he
rested his arms on the top of it and looked at =Ginger and her son.
You could tell from the way he looked at them that he thought they
were the two most beautiful things in the world.
Take your time, old lady, he said to =Ginger.
He kept his voice low and quiet. He has a large
number of things to learn about this big old
world. You're wise to make him take it easy. I'm
glad, though, that I'm the first person he ever set
eyes on. I'm going to be glad about that for as
long as I live. The boy's name was =JonathanRivers, but nobody ever
called him that. When his mother was alive and feeling cross, she
would say =Jonathan in a special way. But she was gone now, and the
name was lost to him for good. It didn't matter, though. From the
time he could walk almost, he had been known as =PONY. =PONYRivers
was now

southern =California. We rented a house in an
orange grove, a large, ugly house in a most
beautiful garden at the edge of an arroyo, with a
river running through it, wide and noisy in the
springtime. The mountains and the fields of wild
=California poppies, the orange orchards in bloom,
the long walks in the arroyo with my uncle's two
=Airedales, =Rohin and =Bangle,  all these were a
delight.  As for our school here, it scarcely seemed like
school at all. We studied outdoors on verandas
at the back of the building; and when, during
class, the mathematics teacher couldn't solve
an algebra problem, she simply erased it from
the blackboard and said no more about it. After
my hard training at the =Buffalo school, I didn't
really like such easy schoolwork. But I really
did love the beautiful, uncrowded =California of
those days and have gone back there for a few
months at a time all my life.
Our family often traveled. Once we went to
=Mexico for a long =Christmas vacation. =Father was
always sure we children could make up any
schoolwork we might lose. We saw =MexicoCity
at the holiday season. Every afternoon the
=pasadas passed below our balcony, the ladies
driving in open carriages in one direction, while
the gentlemen walked in the opposite direction
along the sidewalks so that everyone might bow
to friends and stare at strangers.


of a sudden. Will you tell me why and when you got so set against
school? I don't want to go to school to any gal teacher, =Matt
said. This one's not mighty much bigger than your fist. Miss
=JudyBird,  an outlander teacher with a lot =o' =biggety ways.
=Humph! It came from =Grandy this time. He seemed to pay no
attention to the talk around him, but he hadn't missed a word.
Something like a chuckle came from his throat. I need a hand in the
corn patch today. He got up and left the table without a sideways
look at =Matt, but =Matt's gaze followed him out the door. I reckon
I'll try it for one day, he said. =Mammy nodded. All right, =Son.
=Grandy does need a hand. =Matt drew a long breath. I,  I mean
school, he stammered, and =Glory giggled. =Mammy smiled, and her
blue eyes twinkled. All right, =Son, she said again. You had better
set off now. The sun ball's over the mountain. You must not be late
the first day. =Glory and =Matt got their books and lunch basket
and walked through the front gate. They crossed =KettleCreek and
followed the trail through =DarksomeHollow. Three miles down
the hollow, they came to the schoolhouse in a clearing of pine
trees. It was built of logs with 



Once upon a time, in a kingdom by the sea,
there lived a little princess named =Lenore. She
was ten years old going on eleven. One day =Lenore
fell ill of a surfeit of raspberry tarts and took
to her bed. The =RoyalPhysician came to see her and took
her temperature and felt her pulse and made her
stick out her tongue. The =RoyalPhysician was
worried. He sent for the =King, =Lenore's father,
and the =King came to see her. I will get you anything your heart
desires, the =King said. Is there anything your heart desires?



Good Luck, Bad Luck
Today most of us are pretty used to the moon.
There it is up in the sky,  crescent or half or
full. Years ago people lived by the changing phases
of the moon. They kept calendars and holidays by
the moon. They planted seed in the spring's new
moon and harvested in the autumn's full moon.
And fishermen all over the world told the morrow's
weather by the moon. For many people the moon long remained a
mysterious heavenly body that could bring good
fortune or ill. It could bring good luck if it was a new moon
and you had silver coins in your pocket to jingle.



The name of the painter of =GeorgeWashington, shown
riding a white horse, is not known. In early =America
painters of houses, barns, wagons, and signs sometimes
painted portraits. Often these painters did not
sign their names to their work.


The tribe moved up the =NorthPlatte until they
came to =CourtHouseRock. The two poor =Indians
followed them and camped with the others. One
day while they were here, a young =Indian came
hurrying into camp. He told the chiefs that a
large herd of buffalo was near and that among
the buffalo was a spotted calf. When the =HeadChief of the =Pawnees
heard this, he ordered the young man to go through the
village and call out that the man who killed that
spotted calf should have his beautiful daughter
for his wife. A spotted robe is =tiwaruksti  big 
medicine. The buffalo were feeding about four miles from
the village. The chiefs decided that the charge
should be made from there. In this way the man
who had the fastest horse would be the most
likely to kill the calf. Then all the warriors and
the young men picked out their speediest horses
and made ready to start.
Among those who prepared for the charge was
the poor boy on the old dumb horse. But when all the
rich young braves on their fast horses saw him,
they pointed at him and said, Oh, there is the
horse that is going to catch the spotted calf. And
they laughed at him, so that the poor boy was
ashamed. He rode off to one side of the crowd,
where he could not hear their jokes and laughter.
When he had ridden off a little way, the horse
stopped and turned his head around. He spoke



The beautiful stallion raced into the group of
horses. He tossed his head and mane. When he
reared, the other horses moved away. The stallion gently chewed the
ropes that bound =Gretchen to =Daisy. He carefully took her by the
collar of her dress and set her on the ground. When he
saw that she was all right, he galloped away,
leading the herd toward the mountains.
=Gretchen made a nest for herself in the tall
grasses. She was very tired. All through the night
she slept curled up in the grass. When she awoke,
the Sun Was high in the sky and she was hungry
and thirsty. She went to a nearby water hole and
sipped some water from her hands. Hungrily she
picked some bright red currants and ate them.
=Gretchen thought sadly about her mother and
father and little brothers and sisters. Where were


come down in the general vicinity. But it wasn't
very likely that he would be able to go straight
down to his own backyard.
For a minute or two he felt panicky, but then
he managed to calm down enough to think it over
carefully. He drifted in a big circle over the general
area of home and tried to figure something
out. He finally decided to make as good a guess
as he could and go straight down and land. If he
could hit a rooftop, it would be a good place to
get his bearings.
He picked his spot carefully. Fortunately the
fog had begun to thin a bit, and more buildings
and hilltops were visible. =TwinPeaks were in the
clear now, and the bridge towers reached high
above the fog. =Harry located a tall apartment
building that looked like one he could see from
his window, and if the blinking green glow to his
left was what he thought it was,  the drive-in just
two blocks from home,  he wasn't going to be far
wrong. He cupped his wings just a bit and started
down in as small and slow a spiral as he could
manage. Once inside the fog belt, he was blind
and helpless. Straining his eyes until they hurt,
his heart thumping wildly in his throat, he
drifted down and down until suddenly a dark
surface rushed up beneath him. Desperately he
reversed his wingbeat, but it was too late to keep
him from landing with a thud that sent him to
his hands and knees.


=100 story building, almost four hundred meters, =4 miles, high,
now stands. It has seven hundred apartments, =twenty-eight floors
of offices, parking space for twelve hundred cars, five floors of
shops, a swimming pool, a health club, and an ice-skating rink. It
is pictured below at the left. 
The building in the picture bottom right is a
=Modemixer. It is placed over a picture of =Buffalo,
=NewYork. By the year =2000 it may be in use in
a number of cities. Its purpose is to bring together
all forms of transportation that serve a
city. In this version, helicopters land on top,
=Urbmobiles and standard cars are parked inside,
and hovercraft and high-speed ferries use the
lower areas. Another experimental city would have a great
many of its facilities underground. As a result, there would be
very little noise. All cars and trucks would be required to travel
through the city by tunnels from which deliveries and shipments
would be made. Travel from place