&&000 ADDISON-WESLEY PUBL. CO.  (1982)  6TH GRADE    ADD9826T.ASC
POINT -- a magazine Reader by Pleasant T Rowland
Level 6
Source: SUNY Cortland xerox, scan, edit by DPH February 2, 1993

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It does not match the idea of the wolf as
a killer that never gives up. Such an
ending is, however, typical. Scientists
are now able to give us a truer picture
of the wolf than that found in fiction
and in the human imagination.
Despite its low success rate, the wolf
is superbly equipped for the hunt. With
an average weight of about =ninety
pounds, the wolf has muscular  
shoulders and a huge head. The muscles  
controlling the jaw can develop a crushing
power twice that of a =German  
shepherd. And its =forty-two teeth, sized and
shaped to carry out many different  
cutting, tearing, and crushing tasks, can
also pick up an egg without breaking it.
The wolf's powerful jaws are indeed
an important hunting tool, yet it is
often said that a wolf is fed by its feet.
This is because the wolf can chase prey
for long distances. The wolf is also a fast
runner, reaching speeds of up to =forty
miles per hour.
As a member of the dog family, the
wolf's keen senses help it to track other
animals. Its sense of smell, for example,
is one =hundred times more sensitive
than a person's, and it can hear sounds
more than four miles away.
Yet even against such a hunter, a
healthy moose, dog, or caribou has little
trouble defending itself if it stands its
ground and does not run away. For the



You have just met a crazy metal sculptor, and your
bikes have just been donated to an unknown artist in the
name of art. The woman invites you to stay for dinner,
but you tell her you don't have time, you've got a long
walk to =Montpedallier.
 Sorry about the bikes. I just couldn't resist,  she  
explains with an impish smile on her face.
You shrug and trudge off into the rain, feeling quite
bewildered by what happened. Sometimes adventure is
like that. You cannot always predict what is going
to happen in



his leg just above the knee. There was an endless ache in
the small of his back. All his eyes saw was a pommel, the
black jogging mane of his horse, and its ears flickering
when a fly settled on them.
They rested for a few hours that night by the side of a
mountain stream. =Redfoot didn't light a fire. They ate
some more corn bread and a mush of cold beans. They
rolled up in their blankets and slept. Before it was  
daylight they rode again.
If you travel for long enough without arriving, you  
begin to feel you have never done anything else. The  
second and third days were just like the first for =Henry. For
an hour or two in the morning everything was  
marvelously clear. By noon it had all narrowed down to the few
things closest to his eyes and the aching of his own body.
It was the afternoon of the third day when they came
to the =White =River.
 My home,  called =Redfoot, turning in the saddle.
Soon =Henry could see the great tall tents in the bend
of the river. Redfoot stopped his horse. Without a sound
that =Henry could hear, a man appeared out of the trees
ahead of him. His hair was braided and hung in two
plaits over his bare chest. There were several necklaces
of long white pointed teeth around his neck. His leather
trousers were much tighter than =Redfoot's, except
around his ankles where they widened out like a sailor's.
His feet were wrapped in some kind of skins laced  
together with thongs.
=Redfoot jumped down and ran to meet him. They
stood with their arms around each other in silence.  
=Redfoot said something =Henry couldn't understand. The
other answered. =Redfoot leaped back on his horse in his
usual way without using the stirrups. His friend  
leapfrogged up behind him.




shrinking in the distance. He could just
see the roofs of the farmhouses. He  
wondered if =Papa was home yet, singing in the
kitchen, making his special =Saturday  
dinner. Did the house already smell of corn
tortillas and frijoles? Was =Mama slicing
fresh cucumbers and tomatoes?
 Look!  =Liana cried, pointing in the
other direction. Along the glittering  
horizon, a boat was moving slowly into the
setting sun.
 Hey, over here!  =Julio yelled, flailing
his arms.
The boat progressed steadily away from
the bobbing crate.
 They can't hear you,  =Liana said.
 They probably can't even see us. 
=Julio sat down heavily, and =Perro licked
his chin. =Teresa sat too, hugging her knees
tightly.
 There'll be other boats,  she said,
 and eventually the tide will change. 
But by now the sun was flattening into
a huge orange glob. In another fifteen
minutes it would be dark.
 I'm hungry,  =Julio said, sniffling.
 Well, we're all in the same boat,   
=Teresa said, trying to comfort her brother.
 That's the trouble,  =Liana said.
By nightfall, all three adventurers were
hungry and thirsty. Even =Perro looked
miserable and whined to himself. His
eyes reflected the faint moonlight so that
they sparkled like sequins.




When I was nine, in the year =1903,
my father sent word from
=American that it was time for me
to join him there. He worked in  
=Chinatown for =Uncle =Bright =Star's business.
With him worked other =Tang men who
had left =China for =San =Francisco to earn
money. They had all made a promise to
serve people and help one another, and,
together, these men were known as the
=Company. They all lived in a small, neat,
three-story building painted bright red
and green. Even though joining my
father meant leaving my mother in our
village, I knew I had to go because I
wanted to meet my father.
=Father had left =China just before I was
born, but I had always known that he
made the most marvelous kites. In  
=American, I found that he also knew about  
electricity, motors, and other magic. Most
important, I learned that =Father had a
dream, a dream of flying. At this time,
flying was a very big dream, especially
for =Father who had to spend his days
working with =Lefty and =White =Deer in
=Uncle =Bright =Star's business so that he
could send some money to =Mother. It
was because of =Father's dream, in fact,
that =Father and I left the security of the
=Company and tried to live apart from our
friends and relatives in =Chinatown. I will
never forget the night =Father decided it
was time to build his flying machine.
It all began with an argument between
=Father and =Uncle =Bright =Star, who was
the head of the =Company. Uncle =Bright
=Star was in his eighties. He was short,
fat, and as solid as a rock. And =Uncle was
used to being right.



It was long ago in the land of =Greece that a wise man and
a youth sat side by side talking.  Tell me, =Bellerophon, 
said the old man,  why do you seek the winged horse,
=Pegasus? Few men have ever seen him, you know. 
 The king has set me a most difficult task,  replied
=Bellerophon.  He has commanded me to kill the  
=Chimaera. The monster eats the people's sheep and  
devours their cattle. Its breath of fire turns whole villages
to ashes! Only on the back of =Pegasus could I battle
with the monster and yet escape its flaming mouth. 
Learning this, the wise man told =Bellerophon that
=Pegasus often drank at a certain well.
For many days =Bellerophon waited near this well,
searching the sky for =Pegasus. And then he came,
flying out of the sun, his feathery wings spread wide.
He was as white as a summer cloud. When he galloped
across the green field toward the well, his silvery tail
and mane streamed behind like a bolt of silken cloth.
=Bellerophon hid while the horse drank. Then, with a
whinny of joy, =Pegasus rolled over and over in the tall
grass.  Now is my chance,  thought =Bellerophon, and
he leaped for the horse's back.
But with one mighty bound =Pegasus was in the air.
He capered over the young man's head, a mischievous
fire in his eye. He seemed to say,  No one yet has been
on my back. Why should you be the first? 
=Bellerophon might never have caught =Pegasus if he
hadn't had a dream. In this dream he was given a  
golden bridle. When he awoke, he was startled to find it
lying by his side. And when =Pegasus came to the well to



In =1835 while digging for relics in =Greece,
a =British archaeologist named =George
=Finlay found some strange animal bones.
=Finlay reported that they were the bones
of an extinct ancestor of the giraffe. Then
around =1900 that same ancestor was found
alive and well in =Africa. This was the
okapi. Some plants and animals like the okapi
become living fossils by surviving for  
=millions of years almost without change. The
okapi did so by moving off into the deep
forest where it found food and shelter. On
the other hand, its relative, the giraffe,
had to adapt to life on the plains of =Africa.
There, competition for food was stronger.
So the giraffe's neck and legs became
longer to reach food at the tops of trees.
Why have other animals become living
fossils? The cockroach and silverfish have
lived for =hundreds of =millions of years  
because they are tough. Some animals with
pouches have lived because of isolation.
Long ago when =Australia's land bridges to
=Asia sank, these animals were cut off from
their enemies and were able to live on.
 Animals with pouches died out almost
everywhere else in the world.  
Scientists have had difficulty classifying
some living fossils. The platypus is one of
these. This fossil remains from a time
when reptiles were beginning to take on
mammal traits. It lays eggs like a reptile
but has fur like a mammal. When the first
platypuses arrived at the =British =Museum
in =1799, people asked,  Are they birds
with fur or duck-billed mammals?  Some
people even believed that they were being
fooled by a duck's bill glued to another
kind of animal! The platypus certainly
didn't fit into any class of animal known at
that time. So a new class had to be made.



with them and we all get older at the same time together.
But I can't       I just can't do it without them. 
 Right.  =Kevin dropped the tent flap. He was a man
who had no trouble making quick decisions.  You get
some sleep then. We'll start out in the morning and ride
back together. 
He picked up one of the fur robes and wrapped it
around =Henry. It was the last thing =Henry felt before he
dropped into the darkness of sleep.
It was still dark when =Henry woke up. He felt the thick
fur of the robe =Kevin had spread over him. He  
remembered everything.
He tried not to worry about it. It wouldn't be so bad.
They would all go to =Philadelphia together. He guessed
he would go to school there. It was going to be strange
going to school all this long ago, because he knew a lot of
things none of the others would. He knew about  
electricity and cars and airplanes. None of those things had been
invented yet.
Maybe when he grew up he would invent some of
them himself. The idea made him smile. It didn't make
him smile for long. He saw all the trouble that it could
lead to. What would the =Wright =Brothers do if =Henry
came along and invented the airplane before they did?
And what about =Lindbergh? The =North and =South might
even use =Henry's invention in the =Civil =War. It was  
terrifying to think what that could lead to, =thousands
of people being bombed to death who would have gone
on living except for =Henry. He could see why the
=Sullivans were always talking about  not changing
things outside. 



Okay'd the business loan to =Hector, =Hector
handed the =sixteen-thousand-dollar check
straight to =Rufus, who put the money in a
bank account and wrote =Hector a check for
his first month's salary.
My father claims that one of the best
proofs of =Rufus's genius was his hiring
=Hector to run the toothpaste factory. Of
course, I have to remind my father that I
was the one who discovered =Hector.
The nice thing about =Rufus is that I
don't have to remind him because he
always does remember that I'm the one
who found =Hector and the toothpaste
machine.



=William was beginning to understand
what sort of space pirates these were.

 Conditions of panic exist in many parts
of the =United =States. Residents of most areas
cannot get anything to eat but lean meat, fish,
fruit, and vegetables.    

What worried =William now was what
=Hanam had told him about enslaving the
people of =Earth to make more junk food
for them. =William wondered if he could
overpower =Hanam and get to =Earth to
warn everybody about what was going
to happen next. But he didn't know how
to operate the spaceburger, and besides,
=Hanam was much bigger than he was.

 Late-breaking bulletin, In =Coney Island,
=New =York, hot dog men made a brave attempt
to defend their hot dog stands against large
gangs of fat spacemen. After a fierce battle,
lasting several hours, the hot dog men were
overcome and tied up with strings of their own
hot dogs. They were forced to watch while the
fat men devoured all the steamed corn and
=French-fried potatoes. This is one of the most
heart-breaking and tragic stories of the current
emergency. Citizens of =Brooklyn have already
stated their intention to erect a monument to
these brave hot dog men.    

=William thought this was getting  
serious.  You spacemen had better leave,
&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO. (1980)  6TH GRADE READER  AMR9806T.ASC
MAKING CHOICES  
Source: Kutztown University (Pa.)
Xerox by LW; Scan by DPH     March 6, 1993

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The time is the future, =hundreds of years in
the future. Tripods from another planet are in
control of the =Earth and its inhabitants. They
demand that at a certain age every human be
=Capped.  On the day of =Capping, the humans
are adorned with spider-like caps of wires.
From then on, they obey without question the
wishes of their three-legged masters.  
Civilization as we know it no longer exists on =Earth. All
of the great cities have been abandoned, and
so have all the great ideas.
A young =English boy named =Will has recently
witnessed the change that takes place once a
human is =Capped. His cousin =Jack has just gone
through the ordeal. It will soon be time for =Will
to be =Capped. But =Will is a questioner, and he
decides to disobey the established order. He  
decides to find the =White =Mountains somewhere
to the south, where there are those who have
never been, or ever will be, =Capped. Will  
manages to escape from =England, accompanied by
his other cousin, =Henry. Once in =France, =Will
and =Henry meet another uncapped boy who
shares their fears and hopes. =Will and =Henry
call their new friend  =Beanpole.



Now step back and get a feeliny for the shape
as a whole. Imagine what kind of  statement  the
sculptor wanted to make when he or she set out
to create the work. How does the sculpture make
you feel joyful, mournful, silly? Do you want to
smile when you look at it? Or is the piece so
powerful that it inspires a quiet sense of awe?
Try to imagine how the sculptor felt while  
working on the piece. A form with sharp, straight
edges may reveal one kind of mood or person.
A smooth rounded shape may reveal another.
Now try to visualize how the art form was
actually made. The step-by-step process would
depend on the medium of the sculpture, what it
is made of. Some pieces are made from the  
outside in. Others are sculpted from the inside out.
Still others are created and assembled in parts.

In one gulp, the tomato was gone.
It took a few seconds for her classmates
to realize what had happened, but then
they began to laugh and cheer. =Consuela
laughed loudest of all.
Her talk about =Mexico =City was a great
success. Everyone looked at =Consuela's
pictures of the =Mercado =San =Juan, the =San
=Juan =Market, with its fruits and flowers.
They all listened as she talked about the
beautiful buildings surrounding the
=Zocalo, =Constitution =Plaza. Then =Consuela
described the =Plaza =Mexico, the largest
bullfighting ring in the world. She even
squeezed in a few words about the famous
=Mexican painter =Rufino =Tamayo.  On  
purpose she forgot to mention that he was not
related to her.  Miss =Parker and the children
applauded =Consuela when she finished.



around an ordinary =American table. Along with the
knives and forks, chopsticks were at each place; the
fish soup and the pickled radishes were =Japanese;
the main dish was =American spareribs. Bread and
butter were =American, of course, but the dessert was
=Japanese gelatin.  It's not as nervous as =American
jelly,  =Harry said. That made =Teddy laugh.
Only =Great-Grandmother seemed all =Japanese. It
was the way she sipped her soup and tea, with a
noise that was polite in =Japan but not in =American. It
was the way she refused bread and butter, and it
was the way she greeted an old neighbor of the
=Nodas who came in as they were finishing the meal.
=Great-Grandmother shuffled across the room,  
toeing in because for =sixty-five of her =seventy-five years
she had worn sandals. She bowed the deep bow of
old =Japan, her withered hands sliding down to her
knees. Why, oh why, couldn't =Great-Grandmother
try to be more =American?
The neighbor had come to remind them that  
tonight was the festival called =Buddha's =Birthday.
Great-Grandmother's eyes brightened at the news.
But =Mother could not go with =Great-Grandmother,
for she would not be home until very late, and when
=Father got home, he would have to watch the new
baby, who was feverish. Hatsuno realized that
=Great-Grandmother was looking at her thoughtfully,
so hurriedly she excused herself and rushed back to
school.


And again, from three apartments, three children
in a superb imitation of three chickens,  
=bawkbawked away at Mr =Warfield.
At last the door opened a crack, and Mrs
=Dunn's hand appeared with an envelope holding
the rent money. She waved the envelope up and
down at Mr =Warfield. Mr =Warfield took the  
envelope but also pushed firmly on the door
 Mrs =Dunn! There is a tree growing on your fire
escape!  shouted Mr =Warfield.
 Oh, Mr =Warfield,  said Mrs =Dunn shaking her
head as if in disbelief.
 I have two eyes, Mrs =Dunn. 
 So you have, Mr =Warfield,  said Mrs =Dunn
rapidly.  You're blessed. There's many a blind man
would trade this very building for your keen  
eyesight. But still, a tree cannot grow on a fire escape.
Good day to you now. 



We have accomplished even more than I
had hoped,  Mr =Peale said.
He still did not possess the top of a skull. But
now he had at least one example, and in most
cases two, of every other bone he had been
seeking. And so, by carving copies of certain
bones and contriving in some way or other a
pair of skull tops, he would be able to put  
together not just one mammoth skeleton, but two!
The first skeleton that could be put together
would be placed, of course, where Mr =Peale
had so often dreamed it might stand, in Mr
=Peale's museum in the city of =Philadelphia.

And what happened afterward? Well, Mr =Peale
always had thought that trying something new was
more interesting than doing the same thing over
and over.
And indeed he didn't make  a steady habit  of
seeking mammoth skeletons. Mr =Peale left his son
=Rubens in charge of the =Philadelphia museum and
retired  to a farm nearby. There he invented a
new kind of windmill and a cart that could carry
milk, even over the bumpiest farm lane, without
spilling it. He built a machine for planting corn
and another for paring apples. He set up a  
greenhouse at the mouth of a cave, so that the warm air
from the cavern could keep plants growing all
winter.



 You go ahead; I'll be up to =Eagle =Knoll as
soon as I wax my skis and eat. Then I'll show
you,  =Mika said, pretending to be confident.
Great, =Mika, great.  =Beth sounded relieved.
See you on the hill,  she called as she started
briskly down =Pine =Street.
=Mika's breakfast tasted flat. As she waxed
her skis and adjusted the bindings, there
wasn't the feeling of looking forward to  
skiing that the job used to bring.
Later, following the ski tracks toward =Eagle
=Knoll, =Mika found herself wishing it were the
middle of =July. As she climbed the slope, she
wished she hadn't told =Beth that she'd meet
her there. That had been a mistake, but =Beth
had trapped her into it.
When she arrived at the top, =Sam =Parker
called out,  =Hi, =Mika, I was wondering when
you'd get here. 
=Red =Fulton announced happily,  =Your
turn's coming up pretty soon, =Mika. 
=Mika looked down the steep, winding trail
on the =North =Slope. She could see the skiers as
they gained speed and disappeared into a
forest of giant pines. They would emerge
again on the outermost shoulder of the  
mountain where the trail disappeared again. That
was the last you could see of the skiers from
the top of =Eagle =Knoll.



We lived in a comfortable, carpeted  
underwater house. It had a hot-water shower, a  
well-equipped laboratory, beds, and even taped music
and television for entertainment. Our freezer was
filled with a variety of nourishing foods. Through
portholes we could look out at clouds of small
fishes during the day. We saw silver tarpon  
silhouetted against the moonlight at night. And, most
importantly, we could enter the sea through a
round blue hole in the floor of our underwater home.
Almost every day we glided out through that
hole into the ocean to swim next to giant  
amberjack and gray angelfish. We swam the ocean floor,
watching huge beds of garden eels waving in the
sand. They looked like gray-black question marks,
as we watched them disappear almost magically
as we came near. It is a sight few people have had
the chance to see. Days and nights we swam
along the underwater reef on which our house
was anchored. We watched octopuses and other
sea animals crawl out of their crevices.
The other four women and I were all scientists
or engineers  and strangers to one another until we
met a few weeks before going underwater . During
the two-week experiment we lived in a pair of
large metal cylinders. Early in =1970 we had been
chosen with =sixty-two other scientists and  
engineers to be part of =TektiteII. It was the second
phase of a national program of ocean exploration.



Mr =Small went first, and Mrs =Small held the door for
the twins and =Thomas. At once the boys began to cry.
=Thomas watched them, noticing that they avoided
touching the house, especially the oak door trimmed
with carved quatrefoils. Mrs =Small hadn't noticed,
and =Thomas said nothing. He scooped up the boys
and carried them inside.
When the heavy door closed behind them, they were
instantly within a place of twilight and stillness.
=Thomas couldn't recall having been in a more  
shadowy place, nor had he ever felt such a silence that
seemed to wait. There was no small entrance room, as
=Thomas had imagined, but a long, wide hall. One part
of the hall was cut by stairs, which rose in a curve to
disappear in darkness somewhere above. Beyond where
=Thomas's father stood, there was a wide doorway  
leading to another room. =Thomas could make out cupboards
there. It was the kitchen and it seemed to be very large.
On either side of the hall were closed doors, which he
guessed led into sitting rooms. 
&&000 GINN & CO.  (1982)  6TH GRADE READER          GIN9826T.ASC
FLIGHTS OF COLOR  (level 13)
Source: Kutztown University (Pa.)
Xeroxing by LW; edited by Janice Mason, Scan by DPH      March 6,
1993 April 3, 1993

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=Emma =Jane was guiding the herd up the western edge of
=Missouri. One night as she studied a rough map in the  
firelight, her brother, =Martin, came and crouched beside her.
 "Where are we, =Emmy?" 
 =Emma =Jane pointed with a blunt-nailed finger.  "We're
heading right up here, so we can cross the =Grand =River near
=Clinton. There's a bridge there, and I aim to use it if we can. 
 Every day brought them closer to =Clinton. If there were to
be a problem, this is where it would come.
 Then one afternoon, above the medley of the cattle sounds,
=Emma =Jane's ears caught the galloping rhythm of a horse. As
the sound drew closer, she flicked a glance over her shoulder
and tightened her jaw.  "Guess I know trouble when I see it
coming,"  she muttered to her horse, =Star.



 Theirs was a close friendship.  Both loved flying.  Four
months ago =Miko had urged =Kevin to try out for this year's
competition.  Through what =Kevin considered luck (and =Miko
knew was skill) =Kevin had worked his way up to the finals and
a try at =Miko, who had held the title for two years. In the
=40-year history of the game, no one had ever taken the  
championship three times in a row.
 For several long and lazy minutes the action died out as the
two =Falconers climbed.  =Miko, the better soarer, had gained a
good =20 meters in altitude. They had cleared well over =300
meters now.  =Kevin shifted his gaze from =Miko to judge his
distance from the wall. When he looked back, =Miko was gone.
 Behind and above! screamed his instincts. Pulling in his
wings, =Kevin dropped into a dive. As he fell, he threw himself
into a spin so he could look around. There he was! =Miko had
swung into an arc behind =Kevin, to pounce on his tail.
 =Kevin shifted and dove furiously. But =Miko had the edge
on speed. Shallowing out his dive, =Kevin beat his wings with
short, muscle-straining strokes, and aimed at the dome wall.
 Fifteen seconds at least, and he's closing on my tail!
 =Kevin pulled short turns to throw =Miko off. But the  
champion hung on doggedly and with every turn seemed to close the
range.
 The wall drew closer. Faster, faster! His arms and muscles
screamed with the strain. It's getting closer, closer, now!
 =Kevin popped his wings out full and arched his back  
upward. He shot skyward once more, his body missing the dome
wall by less than a meter. He looked over his shoulder.  =Miko
had pulled up earlier and was now off his tail.  =Kevin pulled in
his left wing, and now, straightening out, he became the hunter
and =Miko the hunted. =Miko headed straight across the dome.




still wondering how she could ever rescue the prince, even if
she should finally enter the castle and find him. But the =Chief
=Wise =Man had told her that she would know all she needed
when the time came. She walked straight up to the castle gate,
thankful that there seemed to be no guards there to keep her
out. The =Water =Prince himself, who was looking from a
window of the castle, laughed when he saw the little girl  
approaching. He guessed that his giants had let her pass through
the outer gates because they were so sure that she could do no
harm. The =Water =Prince made ready to enjoy the sight of her
surprise when she tried to touch the castle and found that she
could not do so.
 But the =Water =Prince never saw what he was waiting for. A
wonderful thing happened. When =Milna lifted her hand and
knocked on the great gate of the castle, the gate suddenly broke
like a bubble. Instantly, all the towers and walls behind it
broke in the same way. They might have melted into drops of
water and mingled with the sea, or they might have vanished
into nothing at all. Whichever it was, before =Milna could catch
her breath in surprise, the castle was gone. She looked all
around for it, but nothing could be seen except a great stretch
of green sea water.
 And the =Water =Prince trembled with fear when he saw that
here was the only one, of all who had ever come into his
dominions, who had power to destroy his magic castle. He fled
so fast that never a bit of him showed to =Milna's eyes.
 She walked over the spot where the castle had been a  
minute before, wondering if it had all been a dream. Had =Valma
gone with the castle, so that he could never be found, after all?
No; he lay sleeping under a great water plant whose branches
drooped over his head. The destruction of the castle had been




I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's
  shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running
  tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls
crying.

I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a
  whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.




 "We've got to get across, =Jerry,"  =Spillane said, jerking his
thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his wife.  "Her
father's hurt at the =Clover =Leaf. Powder explosion. Not  
expected to live. We just got word." 
=Jerry felt himself fluttering inwardly. He knew that  
=Spillane wanted to cross on the =Yellow =Dream cable, and in the
absence of his father he felt that he dared not assume such a
responsibility. For the cable had never been used for  
passengers; in fact, it had not been used at all for a long time.
 "Maybe =Hall will be back soon,"  he said. 
 =Spillane shook his head, and demanded,  "Where's your
father?" 
 "=San =Francisco,"  =Jerry answered briefly.
 =Spillane groaned, and fiercely drove his clenched fist into
the palm of the other hand.
 "Look here, kid,"  he said, with determination,  "we are
going over on this cable of yours! Will you run it for us?" 
 "Better see if =Hall's back,"  =Jerry suggested, backing slightly
away.
 "I'll stand for the risk,"  =Spillane barked.  "Don't you see,
we've simply got to cross!" 
 =Jerry nodded his head reluctantly.
 "There is no use waiting for =Hall,"  =Spillane went on.  "You
know as well as i do that he won't be back from =Cripple =Cow
this time of day!" 
=As they helped Mrs =Spillane into the ore-car, =Jerry gazed
into the apparently fathomless gulf beneath. It was so filled
with rain and cloud, hurtling and curling in the fierce blast,
that the other shore, seven =hundred feet away, was invisible.
 "All ready,"  =Jerry asked?
 "Let her go,"  =Spillane shouted, to make himself heard




Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry i could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, 
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.




 Magicians come in all shapes and ages. There have been
famous magicians with short, plump fingers. Many are  
lefthanded. And there are wondrous wizards no older than seven
or eight.
 I was ten when I first became interested in hokery-pokery.
After learning a few tricks from a book I discovered the biggest
secret of all. Unless I rehearsed in private I fumbled the trick
in public.
 A school play would be a shambles if the actors did not first
rehearse their parts. And a magician is a kind of actor playing
the role of a wizard.
 A wizard makes mystic passes with his hands. He utters




brush as wide could stay happily occupied for years. Then
=Chroma lowered his arms. The instruments began again and
the color returned.
 "You see what a dull place the world would be without
color,"  he said, bowing until his chin almost touched the
ground?  But what pleasure to lead my violins in a serenade of
spring green. I adore hearing my trumpets blare out the blue
sea and watching the oboes tint it all in warm yellow sunshine.
Rainbows are best of all, and blazing neon signs, and taxicabs
with stripes, and the soft, muted tones of a foggy day. We play
them all."
 "Now I really must get some sleep,"  =Chroma yawned.
 "We've had lightning, fireworks, and parades for the last few
nights, and I've had to be up to conduct them. But tonight is
sure to be quiet."  Then, putting his large hand on =Milo's
shoulder, he said,  "Be a good fellow and watch my orchestra till
morning, will you? And be sure to wake me at =5'23 for the
sunrise. Good night, good night, good night." 
 With that he leaped lightly from the podium and, in three
long steps, vanished into the forest.
 =Milo, full of thoughts and questions, curled up on the pages
of tomorrow's music and eagerly awaited the dawn.
 One by one, the hours passed.
 At exactly =5'22 =Milo carefully opened one eye, and, in a
moment, the other. Everything was still purple, dark blue, and
black, yet scarcely a minute remained to the long, quiet night.
 He stretched lazily, rubbed his eyelids, scratched his head,
and shivered once as a greeting to the early-morning mist.
 "I must wake =Chroma for the sunrise,"  he said softly. Then
he suddenly wondered what it would be like to lead the  
orchestra and to color the whole world himself.




 She walked into the stall and talked quietly to the little
chestnut horse while she stroked his neck. Then she got a
saddle and settled it carefully on his back before she tightened
the girth.
 "Snaffle or double bridle," she asked?
 "Maybe you'd better take the double bridle,"  said Mr
=Malley.  "He doesn't really need the curb, he has a light
mouth, but he may still be on edge about what happened." 
 "Is there any special ride you want me to take him on,"  she
asked as she swung into the saddle and gathered up the reins?
 "He ran away on the bridle path through the woods up
there. Watch carefully and see if you can tell what set him off.
Of course that girl isn't a real rider even though she thinks she
is, and it might have been entirely her fault. But keep your eyes
open and be careful." 

 The little chestnut went along smoothly and willingly until
they came to the woods. Then she felt a tension building up in
him. He kept looking from side to side suspiciously. =Rhonda
spoke to him quietly and soothingly but she still felt the  
tension. She stopped him and let him look around, for she knew
if a horse saw things clearly he would not be nervous. It was
only when he suddenly half saw something that looked strange
that he was frightened.
 Then just ahead she saw what looked like a man crouching
by the side of the path. Looking more closely, she soon realized
it was only a blackened tree stump, but the horse was uneasy
and did not want to go on. This must have been what  
frightened him yesterday. She must let him get a good look at it so
that he would know what it was. But even when he was quite
close he was still nervous. Not until he turned and faced the
&&000 HARPER & ROW  (1981)   6TH GRADE         HAR9816H.ASC
FLYING HIGH by Charles Walcutt and Glenn McCracken
LIPPINCOTT BASIC READING Level J
Source: SUNY Cortland  xerox, scan, edit by DPH 12-26-92


INVOKED THE 5x/1000 RULE  'BURGOMASTER'

&&111 


The young burgomaster was so delighted with
=Manka's cleverness and so pleased with her comely
looks that he proposed to her at once and in a short
time married her.
 But understand, my dear =Manka,  he said,  you
are not to use that cleverness of yours at my expense.
I won't have you interfering in any of my cases. In
fact, if ever you give advice to anyone who comes
to me for judgment, I'll turn you out of my house at
once and send you home to your father. 
All went well for a time. =Manka busied herself
and was careful not to interfere in any of the  
burgomaster's cases.
Then one day two farmers came to the  
burgomaster to have a dispute settled. One of the farmers
owned a mare which had foaled in the marketplace.
The colt had run under the wagon of the other farmer
and thereupon the owner of the wagon claimed the
colt as his property.
The burgomaster, who was thinking of  
something else all the while, said carelessly:
The man who found the colt under his wagon
is, of course, the owner of the colt. 
=As the owner of the mare was leaving the  
burgomaster's house, he met =Manka and stopped to tell her
about the case.  =Manka was ashamed of her husband
for making so foolish a decision and she said to the
farmer: Come back this afternoon with a fishing net
and stretch it across the dusty road. When the  



As you can see, jazz is something that grew out of circumstances.
In a way, much of it was accidental.
Suppose there had not been all those second-hand
band instruments around? Suppose =New =Orleans had
not forced the =Creoles into the black ghetto? Suppose,
to go back even farther, the =United =States at its founding
had abolished slavery, as many of the founding fathers
wanted to do? But what happened, happened. By about
=1900 these streams from =Europe and =Africa, from the
churches, black and white, from the slave quarters, from
the =New =Orleans opera houses, from the levees and
docks, from the cotton fields, from the ragtime parlors,
from the street parades, had run together. They made
that brilliant =American music which today has spread  
itself across the entire face of the world.


 Sir, if you please, sir,  said the boy.  The captain
says to tell Mr =Lovell that he is to be first mate of the
=Constance and to come to his cabin at once. 
=Herbert shrugged his shoulders.  Guess the captain
knows what he is doing. He is the one who plotted the
escape. I'm sure he's under orders from your =Fanny
=Campbell. 
=William shrugged too.  You know him better than
I,  he said.  I'd be his cabin boy and scrub the deck from
stem to stern for what he's done. And I hope to tell him
so. If he wants me to be his mate, he's got the most loyal
mate about. 
=William made his way to the captain's cabin and
knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he
walked in somewhat timidly. The captain had his back
to the door, his hands clasped behind him.
 =Lovell here, sir,  =William began.
 Oh, yes, =Lovell,  replied the captain.  You seem
to know your way around ships. Been a sailor most of
your life? 
Thank you, sir. No, sir, but since I've been at sea
I've loved it. 
 That's fine, =Lovell,  said =Channing, his back still
to the door.  Speaking of love, do you have a girl at
home? It's been some time since you've been there. 
Yes, sir, I do. 
And you're sure she is still waiting for you after all
this time? 
I hope so, sir. More than anything else, I hope so. 
What is your girl like? 



 =Grandpa!  she yelled happily.  You came to
see us! 
=Grandpa smiled and =Mom and I let go of him as he
stretched out his arms to my ten-year-old sister, who
was still young enough to be hugged.
 =Wicincala, little girl,  he greeted her and then
collapsed.
He had fainted. =Mom and I carried him into her
sewing room, where we had a spare bed.
After we had =Grandpa on the bed, =Mom stood there
helplessly patting his shoulder.
 Shouldn't we call the doctor, =Mom?  I suggested,
since she didn't seem to know what to do.
 Yes,  she agreed with a sigh.  You make =Grandpa
comfortable, =Martin. 
I reluctantly moved to the bed. I knew =Grandpa
wouldn't want to have =Mom undress him, but I didn't
want to, either. He was so skinny and frail that his coat
slipped off easily. When I loosened his tie and opened
his shirt collar, I felt a small leather pouch that hung
from a thong around his neck. I left it alone and moved
to remove his boots. The scuffed old cowboy boots were
tight and he moaned as I put pressure on his legs to jerk
them off.
I put the boots on the floor and saw why they fit
so tight. Each one was stuffed with money. I looked at
the bills that lined the boots and started to ask about
them, but =Grandpa's eyes were closed again.
Mom came back with a basin of water.  The doctor
thinks =Grandpa is suffering from heat exhaustion, 



were floating there in space, weightless, that kick would
make you move, and keep on moving in the opposite
direction from which you had fired it. =Apollo =11 had a great
many little  rifles  pointed in all directions, which were
used to change its position as needed.

Flight Path to the Moon

As =Apollo =11 orbited the earth, the three astronauts
checked their instruments and gauges. They wanted to
see how the equipment had withstood the tremendous
thrust it had taken to get them into orbit. They waited for
agreement from =Mission =Control to reignite the third stage
of =Saturn =V, and leave for the moon.
 All systems Okay,  reported =Apollo =11.
 Go for translunar injection,  replied =Mission =Control.
Approximately three hours after liftoff, the astronauts
were ready to go to the moon. Refiring the third-stage
rocket, they left their parking orbit and headed toward the
moon at =24'200 miles an hour. Thus, the increased speed
of the spacecraft broke the  string  of gravity, allowing it
to leave orbit. It required very complex calculations to
assure that =Apollo =11 would not shoot off into space past
the moon, but would reach the moon's field of gravity and
go into orbit around the moon.
Now headed toward the moon, the astronauts began.
an extraordinary operation. They separated the =Apollo
=Command and =Service =Module  =CSM  from the third
stage. The astronauts turned the floating =CSM completely
around and maneuvered its front end back toward the



the new =Federal city would come to a standstill. But
=Benjamin =Banneker had memorized the plans that he,
=Ellicott, and =L'Enfant had worked out and was able to
finish the job without =L'Enfant. During his leisure hours,
when he was not surveying and laying out the streets
of the =District of =Columbia, =Banneker was hard at work
with his astronomical investigations.
On his return from the =Federal city, =Banneker  
completed his first almanac. With the help of =James =McHenry
he arranged for its publication in =1792.
With his almanac, =Benjamin =Banneker was pleased
that he was able to do something to help the cause for
his oppressed race, by proving that nature had given
black people great mental abilities.
=Banneker published a series of almanacs until =1802,
when he was too old to continue the calculations. He
died in =1806, and was buried near the cabin that had
been his lifetime home and the place where he carried
out all of his scientific work.
The =Federal =Gazette and =Baltimore =Daily  
=Advertiser, dated =October =28, =1806, printed the following death
announcement:

On =Sunday, the =25th, departed this life, near his
residence in =Baltimore =County, Mr =Benjamin =Banneker,
a black man, immediate descendant of an =African
father. He was known in this neighborhood for his quiet
and peaceful demeanor and among scientific men, as
an astronomer and mathematician.



First of all, I am a person, an individual very much
like you. There are many activities that I enjoy,  
including chess, cards, swimming, reading, and playing the
guitar. Recently, I fulfilled a long-time ambition to
become a doctor. This was especially gratifying to me.
because I am blind.
I feel good about myself, and, therefore, I want to
share some of my feelings, experiences, and plans with
you. Since I am blind, perhaps I can help you to  
understand better what it is like to grow up without sight. I
want you to realize that whatever your own disabilities
may be, you can strive to make a good life for yourself.
My father expressed it well. On many occasions when I
needed his encouragement he would say,  =Dave, you'll
never know what you can do unless you try. 
I was not always blind. An eye disease from birth
made me nearsighted and susceptible to certain eye
problems. After a number of unsuccessful eye  
operations, I lost my sight when I was eight years old. When
I was first blind, I continued to hope that the clouds
would suddenly clear in front of my eyes. I hoped I
would see again. Then, in answer to a question from me,
my mother tearfully explained that there was no hope of
my ever regaining sight.

dragon came out, all the vast scaly length of it, and lay
along the rock, its great wings half spread and its
golden sheen gleaming and sparkling in the sun. At last
they could retreat no farther, the dark rock behind
them stopped their way, and with their backs to the
rock they stood swords in hand and waited.
The dragon drew nearer and nearer, and now they
could see that it was not breathing fire and smoke as
they had expected. It came crawling slowly towards
them wriggling a little as a puppy does when it wants to
play and isn't quite sure whether you're cross with it.
And then they saw that great tears were rolling
down its cheeks.
 Whatever's the matter?  said the =Prince.
 Nobody,  sobbed the dragon,  ever called me
dear before! 
Don't cry, dragon dear,  said the =Princess.  We'll
call you dear as often as you like. We want to tame
you.
I am tame,  said the dragon.  That's just it. That's
what nobody but you has ever found out. I'm so tame
that I'd eat out of your hands. If I might make so bold, 
continued the dragon,  perhaps you'd be so kind as to
call me dear again, and if you'd shake claws with a
poor old dragon that's never been anybody's enemy
but its own, well, the last of the dragons'll be the
proudest dragon there's ever been since the first of
them.  It held out an enormous paw, and the great steel
hooks that were its claws closed over the =Princess



Why, yes, =Harry, seems we did,  said one of
the men.
 Doesn't it scare you? 
Can't recall that it did much, =Harry. 
Idiots !  
 =Now, =Harry. 
Bittering wanted to cry.  You've got to work with
me. If we stay here, we'll all change. The air. Don't
you smell it? Something in the air. A =Martian virus,
maybe; some seed, or a pollen. Listen to me! 
They stared at him.
 Sam,  he said to one of them.
 Yes, =Harry? 
Will you help me build a rocket? 
=Harry, I got a whole load of metal and some  
blueprints. You want to work in my metal shop on a rocket,
you're welcome. I'll sell you that metal for five  
=hundred dollars. You should be able to construct a right
pretty rocket, if you work alone, in about =thirty years. 
Everyone laughed.
 Don't laugh. 
=Sam looked at him with quiet good humor.
=Sam,  =Bittering said.  Your eyes,  
 What about them, =Harry? 
 Didn't they used to be gray? 
 Well now, I don't remember. 
 They were, weren't they? 
 Why do you ask, =Harry? 
 Because now they're kind of yellow-colored. 
=Is that so, =Harry?  =Sam said, casually.
The young burgomaster was so delighted with
Manka's cleverness and so pleased with her comely
looks that he proposed to her at once and in a short
time married her.
"But understand, my dear Manka," he said, "you
are not to use that cleverness of yours at my expense.
I won't have you interfering in any of my cases. In
fact, if ever you give advice to anyone who comes
to me for judgment, I'll turn you out of my house at
once and send you home to your father."
All went well for a time. Manka busied herself
and was careful not to interfere in any of the burgo-
master's cases.
Then one day two farmers came to the burgo-
master to have a dispute settled. One of the farmers
owned a mare which had foaled in the marketplace.
The colt had run under the wagon of the other farmer
and thereupon the owner of the wagon claimed the
colt as his property.
The burgomaster, who was thinking of some-
thing else all the while, said carelessly:
"The man who found the colt under his wagon
is, of course, the owner of the colt."
As the owner of the mare was leaving the burgo-
master's house, he met Manka and stopped to tell her
about the case. Manka was ashamed of her husband
for making so foolish a decision and she said to the
farmer:
"Come back this afternoon with a fishing net
and stretch it across the dusty road. When the burgo-


As you can see, jazz is something that grew out ofcircumstances. In a way, much of it was accidental.
Suppose there had not been all those second-hand
band instruments around? Suppose New Orleans had
not forced the Creoles into the black ghetto? Suppose,
to go back even farther, the United States at its founding
had abolished slavery, as many of the founding fathers
wanted to do? But what happened, happened. By about
1900 these streams from Europe and Africa, from the
churches, black and white, from the slave quarters, from
the New Orleans opera houses, from the levees and
docks, from the cotton fields, from the ragtime parlors,
from the street parades, had run together. They made
that brilliant American music which today has spread it-
self across the entire face of the world.

"Sir, if you please, sir," said the boy. "The captain
says to tell Mr. Lovell that he is to be first mate of the
Constance and to come to his cabin at once."
Herbert shrugged his shoulders. "Guess the captain
knows what he is doing. He is the one who plotted the
escape. I'm sure he's under orders from your Fanny
Campbell."
William shrugged too. "You know him better than
I," he said. "I'd be his cabin boy and scrub the deck from
stem to stern for what he's done. And I hope to tell him
so. If he wants me to be his mate, he's got the most loyal
mate about."
William made his way to the captain's cabin and
knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he
walked in somewhat timidly. The captain had his back
to the door, his hands clasped behind him.
"Lovell here, sir," William began.
"Oh, yes, Lovell," replied the captain. "You seem
to know your way around ships. Been a sailor most of
your life?"
"Thank you, sir. No, sir, but since I've been at sea
I've loved it."
"That's fine, Lovell," said Channing, his back still
to the door. "Speaking of love, do you have a girl at
home? It's been some time since you've been there. '
"Yes, sir, I do."
"And you're sure she is still waiting for you after all
this time?"
"I hope so, sir. More than anything else, I hope so."
"What is your girl like?"

"Grandpa!" she yelled happily. "You came to
see us!"
Grandpa smiled and Mom and I let go of him as he
stretched out his arms to my ten-year-old sister, who
was still young enough to be hugged.
"Wicincala, little girl," he greeted her and then
collapsed.
He had fainted. Mom and I carried him into her
sewing room, where we had a spare bed.
After we had Grandpa on the bed, Mom stood there
helplessly patting his shoulder.
"Shouldn't we call the doctor, Mom?" I suggested,
since she didn't seem to know what to do.
"Yes," she agreed with a sigh. "You make Grandpa
comfortable, Martin."
I reluctantly moved to the bed. I knew Grandpa
wouldn't want to have Mom undress him, but I didn't
want to, either. He was so skinny and frail that his coat
slipped off easily. When I loosened his tie and opened
his shirt collar, I felt a small leather pouch that hung
from a thong around his neck. I left it alone and moved
to remove his boots. The scuffed old cowboy boots were
tight and he moaned as I put pressure on his legs to jerk
them off.
I put the boots on the floor and saw why they fit
so tight. Each one was stuffed with money. I looked at
the bills that lined the boots and started to ask about
them, but Grandpa's eyes were closed again.
Mom came back with a basin of water. "The doctor
thinks Grandpa is suffering from heat exhaustion," she

were floating there in space, weightless, that kick woul
make you move, and keep on moving in the opposit~
direction from which you had fired it. Apollo 11 had a grea
many little "rifles" pointed in all directions, which wer~
used to change its position as needed.

Flight Path to the Moon

As Apollo 11 orbited the earth, the three astronautC
checked their instruments and gauges. They wanted tc
see how the equipment had withstood the tremendouc
thrust it had taken to get them into orbit. They waited fol
agreement from Mission Control to reignite the third stagc
of Saturn V, and leave for the moon.
"All systems OK," reported Apollo 11.
"Go for translunar injection," replied Mission Control.
Approximately three hours after liftoff, the astronauts
were ready to go to the moon. Refiring the third-stage
rocket, they left their parking orbit and headed toward the
moon at 24,200 miles an hour. Thus, the increased speed
of the spacecraft broke the "string" of gravity, allowing it
to leave orbit. It required very complex calculations to
assure that Apollo 11 would not shoot off ~nto space past
the moon, but would reach the moon's field of gravity and
go into orbit around the moon.
Now headed toward the moon, the astronauts began.
an extraordinary operation. They separated the Apolloj
Command and Service Module (CSM) from the third|
stage. The astronauts turned the floating CSM completel~
around and maneuvered its front end back toward tht|

the new Federal city would come to a standstill. But
Benjamin Banneker had memorized the plans that he,
Ellicott, and L'Enfant had worked out and was able to
finish the job without L'Enfant. During his leisure hours,
when he was not surveying and laying out the streets
of the District of Columbia, Banneker was hard at work
with his astronomical investigations.
On his return from the Federal city, Banneker com-
pleted his first almanac. With the help of James McHenry
he arranged for its publication in 1792.
With his almanac, Benjamin Banneker was pleased
that he was able to do something to help the cause for
his oppressed race, by proving that nature had given
black people great mental abilities.
Banneker published a series of almanacs until 1802,
when he was too old to continue the calculations. He
died in 1806, and was buried near the cabin that had
been his lifetime home and the place where he carried
out all of his scientific work.
The Federal Gazette and Baltimore Daily Adver-
tiser, dated October 28, 1806, printed the following death
announcement:

On Sunday, the 25th, departed this life, near his
residence in Baltimore County, Mr. Benjamin Banneker,
a black man, immediate descendant of an African
father. He was known in this neighborhood for his quiet
and peaceful demeanor and among scientific men, as
an astronomer and mathematician.

First of all, I am a person--an individual very much
like you. There are many activities that I enjoy, includ-
ing chess, cards, swimming, reading, and playing the
guitar. Recently, I fulfilled a long-time ambition to
become a doctor. This was especially gratifying to me.
because I am blind.
I feel good about myself, and, therefore, I want to
share some of my feelings, experiences, and plans with
you. Since I am blind, perhaps I can help you to under-
stand better what it is like to grow up without sight. I
want you to realize that whatever your own disabilities
may be, you can strive to make a good life for yourself.
My father expressed it well. On many occasions when I
needed his encouragement he would say, "Dave, you'll
never know what you can do unless you try."
I was not always blind. An eye disease from birth
made me nearsighted and susceptible to certain eye
problems. After a number of unsuccessful eye oper-
ations, I lost my sight when I was eight years old. When
I was first blind, I continued to hope that the clouds
would suddenly clear in front of my eyes. I hoped I
would see again. Then, in answer to a question from me,
my mother tearfully explained that there was no hope of
my ever regaining sight.

dragon came out, all the vast scaly length of it, and lay
along the rock--its great wings half spread and its
golden sheen gleaming and sparkling in the sun. At last
they could retreat no farther--the dark rock behind
them stopped their way--and with their backs to the
rock they stood swords in hand and waited.
The dragon drew nearer and nearer--and now they
could see that it was not breathing fire and smoke as
they had expected. It came crawling slowly towards
them wriggling a little as a puppy does when it wants to
play and isn't quite sure whether you're cross with it.
And then they saw that great tears were rolling
down its cheeks.
"Whatever's the matter?" said the Prince.
"Nobody," sobbed the dragon, "ever called me
'dear' before!"
"Don't cry, dragon dear," said the Princess. "We'll
call you 'dear' as often as you like. We want to tame

you.'~
"I am tame," said the dragon. "That's just it. That's
what nobody but you has ever found out. I'm so tame
that I'd eat out of your hands. If I might make so bold,"
continued the dragon, "p'raps you'd be so kind as to
call me 'dear' again, and if you'd shake claws with a
poor old dragon that's never been anybody's enemy
but its own--well, the last of the dragons'll be the
proudest dragon there's ever been since the first of
them."
It held out an enormous paw, and the great steel
hooks that were its claws closed over the Princess'

"Why, yes, Harry, seems we did," said one of
the men.
"Doesn't it scare you?"
"Can't recall that it did much, Harry."
"Idiots ! "
"Now, Harry."
Bittering wanted to cry. "You've got to work with
me. If we stay here, we'll all change. The air. Don't
you smell it? Something in the air. A Martian virus,
maybe; some seed, or a pollen. Listen to me!"
They stared at him.
"Sam," he said to one of them.
"Yes, Harry?"
"Will you help me build a rocket?"
"Harry, I got a whole load of metal and some blue-
prints. You want to work in my metal shop on a rocket,
you're welcome. I'll sell you that metal for five hun-
dred dollars. You should be able to construct a right
pretty rocket, if you work alone, in about thirty years."
Everyone laughed.
"Don't laugh."
Sam looked at h,im with quiet good humor.
"Sam," Bittering said. "Your eyes--"
"What about them, Harry?"
"Didn't they used to be gray?"
"Well now, I don't remember."
"They were, weren't they?"
"Why do you ask, Harry?"
"Because now they're kind of yellow-colored."
"Is that so, Harry?" Sam said, casually.
&&000 HARCOURT BRACE JOVANOVICH  (1983)  6TH GRADE  HBJ9836TH.ASC
GOLDEN VOYAGES by Margaret Early et al
HBJ Bookmark Reading program--Eagle edition

NOTE: copywrite 1979!!! also
Source: SUNY Cortland: xerox, scan, edit by DPH 1-11-93

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read them, and watching her I remembered my own
delight in the fantasies I had read. In the poem
 =Fantasy: For =Jennie,  on page =534, I pretended that I
was =Jennie, lost in the  worlds and words  of the
unknown and of dreams, someone who recognizes that
fantasy may not be so unbelievable after all.

The  silly dog  in the poem of the same name on
page =535 could be any one of a number of dogs we've
had in our family over the years. Each one has had his
own personality, and each has done the same foolish
thing, beg to go out in the rain and then come in
dripping water all over the floor!
Many memories went into  =Fantasy: =For =Jennie 
and  =Silly =Dog,  but  =Power =Lines,  on page =536, was
written in a different way. I was driving on the =San
=Diego =Freeway one day when I suddenly noticed a row
of power lines. They seemed to have bodies and long
arms and hands. I had driven on this freeway =hundreds
of times before. Yet, as often happens, something we
have grown accustomed to seeing can suddenly seem
new and different. It is only a ten-minute drive from
these power lines to my home in the =Santa =Monica
=Mountains, but by the time I reached my front door I
had the poem in my mind.  Most poems do not come
so easily, however! 
For me the essential thing is to put my own ideas
and my own feelings into a poem, using my unique
sensitivities and my individual voice. What I see or
hear or feel may not be what my family or friends see,
hear, or feel. People who want to write poetry must
find what is important to them, discover their special
way of looking, and express this in their own words


Each of the statements you just read is a fact. Newspaper
writers and editors generally try to present the facts by
answering the =W-H questions. These questions are Who?
What? When! Where! Why? and =How'! Notice that =Marcie
=Mulligan, the writer of the article above, gave facts as answers
to these questions:

Who! =Sylvie =Thurgood.
What! Saved Sergeant =Peter =Wein.
When? Last night at about =9'00 =PM.
Where? At a building site on =East =25th =Street near =Stanton
=Road.
Why! Because he had fallen into a pit and she heard him
calling for help.
How? By tying her dog's chain leash and a heavy wire
around a telephone pole so that he could pull  
himself up to safety.
Newspapers give opinions, too, but generally not in a
news story. You can find opinions in movie or book reviews,
advice columns, letters to the editor, editorials, and some  
feature articles. On page =490 is an editorial. It is written by an
editor of the paper. It expresses the newspaper's opinion.


didn't seem to be a single living creature on top of
the ground.
 Patience isn't your long suit, =Pip,  =Jan told me.
you'll have to learn to be patient in the desert or you
won't see anything. Why don't we have some lunch
and then come back? 
While we ate and drank in the shade of the car,
=Jan explained to me that the desert requires a  
different kind of looking.  You have to learn to look
under and inside and overhead, she said. Your eye
has to become attuned to tiny movements and to
small differences in the contour of the ground. Try
to separate colors to notice camouflage,  she
suggested.  Then you'll begin to see things.'
After lunch we tried again. The first things we
began to see were birds nests. Soon we began to see
birds. The cactus wrens hung out in the cholla, and
gila woodpeckers popped in and out of holes in the
saguaro. An occasional hawk flew high over our
heads, looking for mice, ground squirrels, and
lizards.
The hawk and I were having about the same luck
with the lizards. By two o'clock I was sure there
wasn't a single lizard in the whole =Sonoran =Desert.
The living desert my foot, I thought.
Then I saw it out of the corner of my eye. A small
movement near where =Jan was standing. It had
been scrambling up out of the arroyo when =Jan
moved and frightened it. It streaked past us and
made for a bush, but not so fast that I didn't see its
long tail and pointed snout, its tiny body and the
stripes.
 It's too bad, =Pip, =Jan said sympathetically as we
walked back to the car.  You didn't catch anything.
We'll have to get up earlier, I can see that.'
But somehow I didn't feel disappointed. At least I



It is said there was a time, long, long ago, when seven
suns rose every day over our mountains. The suns rays,
like milk, fed everything that lived. Grasses and trees
grew taller and stronger every year. And the people who
lived at the foot of the mountains grew happier and
richer and more beautiful from generation to generation.
For seven suns shone over the country. Our peasants
reaped seven harvests every year, and the piles of grain
rose higher than the mountain peaks. For seven suns
shone over our country. Animals bore their young seven
times every year; cows and sheep wandered over the
mountains and meadows, and they were more numerous
than the green branches on the pine trees growing on the
mountains. For seven suns shone over our country.
The music of shepherd pipes was carried everywhere
by the light breeze. The fields resounded with constant
laughter and songs. People sang praises to the god of
the suns and to time, which was as sweet as honey.
W~en the clouds of evening floated over the mountain
range and the last sunrays disappeared, the =Kazakh
peasants and cattle breeders gathered around old
trees, in the fields, and on the river banks to sing
the evening prayer:

Let the seven suns in the sky
Sink calmly to rest,                
And rise again to greet us in the morning!


Drawing Conclusions

Sometimes textbook authors present facts and draw  
conclusions for you from these facts. Sometimes the authors
present facts and ask you to draw conclusions. As you read
the following textbook selections, keep in mind what you  
already know about the subjects. Be ready to draw conclusions
based on the facts and your own experience.

Drawing Conclusions in Science

The sidenotes for this selection point out questions in
which the authors ask you to draw conclusions.
As tadpoles get older, hind legs begin
to grow out of their bodies. Soon, front
legs begin to grow out, and lungs  
develop inside the tadpoles. During this
time, the tail of each tadpole starts to
shrink.
Tadpoles enter youth once their
tail has disappeared. During youth,
which usually begins in the summer,
most young frogs are able to climb out
of the water. But they do not go far
from the pond. Frogs must keep their
skin moist. They are also safer in water than they are on land. Why
did you think this is so? When winter comes, young frogs swim to
the bottom of the pond along with adult frogs. There, each frog
buries itself in the mud to wait for


Words and Word Groups That Limit
the Main Thought of a Sentence

Look at the sentences below. See how one small word
changes the meaning of each one.

All of my friends play baseball.
Most of my friends play baseball.
Some of my friends play baseball.
None of my friends plays baseball.
You can see how important it is to pay attention to words
like the ones in italics in these sentences. Watching for them
when you read can save you from getting incorrect  
information.
Groups of words can also limit the main thought of a  
sentence. The main thought in each of the following sentences is
the same:  We play baseball. 

 We play baseball.
 We play baseball every =Saturday.

See how the words in italics in sentence limit the main
thought. They tell when  We play baseball.  Read sentences
 and below. Notice that the words in italics further limit
the main thought,  We play baseball. 

We play baseball every =Saturday during =July and
=August.
We play baseball every =Saturday during =July and =August
except when it rains.

The words during =July and =August tell you that sentence 
isn't about every =Saturday in the year. When the words except
when it rains are added, the sentence is about even fewer
=Saturdays.


Homily turned away.  =Arrietty,  she said, in the same
firm voice,  supposing one day, we'd pick a special day
when there was no one about, and providing they don't
get a cat which I have my reasons for thinking they won't
, supposing, one day, your father took you out  
borrowing, you'd be a good girl, wouldn't you? You'd do just
what he said, quickly and quietly and no arguing? 
=Arrietty turned quite pink; she clasped her hands  
together.  Oh,   she began in an ecstatic voice, but =Pod cut
in quickly:
 Now, =Homily, we got to think. You can't just say
things like that without thinking it out proper. I been
seen, remember. This is no kind of time for taking a
child upstairs. 
 There won't be no cat,  said =Homily;  there wasn't
no screeching. It's not like that time with =Rosa  
=Pickhatchet. 
 All the same,  said =Pod uncertainly,  the risk's
there.
 The way I look at it,  said =Homily,  and it's only
now it's come to me: suppose anything happened to you
or me, where would =Arrietty be, if she hadn't learned to
borrow? 
=Pod stared down at his knees.  Yes,  he said after a
moment,  I see what you mean. 
 And it'll give her a bit of interest like and stop her
hankering. 
 Hankering for what? 
 For blue sky and grass and suchlike.  =Arrietty
caught her breath and =Homily turned on her swiftly:  It's
no good, =Arrietty, I'm not going to emigrate, not for you
nor anyone else! 
 Ah,  said =Pod and began to laugh,  so that's it! 
 Shush!  said =Homily, annoyed, and glanced quickly
at the ceiling.  Not so loud! Now kiss your father, =Arrietty,  she
went on briskly,  and pop off back to bed. 


=As an anthropologist, my work requires me to
study people. On my job I travel all over the world
and watch how people work, play, and get along
together. I learn about people's music, art, and
ideas about living.
Ever since I was a young girl, I loved hearing
stories. The ones I really liked were from faraway
places. My father served in =World =War I, and from
him I learned of his experiences in =England,
=France, and =Germany. The stories he told used to
delight me because I always liked to know about
people in other places.


=Lyndall crossed the parking lot and entered  
=Southdale =Court =Shopping =Center. She knew all the shops
well by now, but many failed to interest her. =Lyndall
climbed the stairway to the upper level. Here were
clothing stores, a pet shop, a pharmacy, and a  
bookshop. It was not the kind of bookshop that =Lyndall
would have liked. In reality, it was only a newsstand that
also sold books. But it was the only one in the court, so it
had to suffice.  =Lyndall passed by the racks of magazines
and paperback fiction. She seldom read for pleasure
alone, but for information and hard facts. Science  
journals and books about biology and zoology were her
particular delight. Medicine or veterinary science were
her choices of future careers. She knew that to study


Naturally, I didn't believe her.  Prove it,  l challenged.
Mrs =Sparks commanded =Futuro to stand up, but just as I
expected, nothing happened.  Perhaps he's tired,  said Mrs
=Sparks.  The novel he's writing keeps him very busy. 
Novel? Well, this was too much!
 Really! Mrs =Sparks!  I cried. This
is the silliest thing I ever heard.  Mrs
=Sparks had fallen silent and was sitting
with a glassy look in her eyes.
 Mrs =Sparks! MRS SPARKS! 
Just then =Futuro leaped to his feet
and grabbed Mrs =Sparks's wrist to take
her pulse. =Futuro shook his head.
 Please forgive Mrs =Sparks,  he said.
 I'll have her back to normal in a jiffy. 
 What's wrong with her?  I asked.
 Nothing serious,  said =Futuro.  She
just needs a new battery. 

Word Play

Context clues are words or phrases
that give a hint to the meaning of a
word. Use the context clues in the story
to help you match each word in the
column on the left with its meaning in
the column on the right. Then use each
word in a sentence.

glinted   black
ebony     studied
resembled shone
scrutinized    ragged
shabby    looked like
appearance     sight
&&000 HARCOURT BRACE JOVANOVICH  (1983)  6TH GRADE  HBJ9836TH.ASC
GOLDEN VOYAGES by Margaret Early et al
HBJ Bookmark Reading program--Eagle edition

NOTE: copywrite 1979!!! also
Source: SUNY Cortland: xerox, scan, edit by DPH 1-11-93

&&111


read them, and watching her I remembered my own
delight in the fantasies I had read. In the poem
 =Fantasy: For =Jennie,  on page =534, I pretended that I
was =Jennie, lost in the  worlds and words  of the
unknown and of dreams, someone who recognizes that
fantasy may not be so unbelievable after all.
The  silly dog  in the poem of the same name on
page =535 could be any one of a number of dogs we've
had in our family over the years. Each one has had his
own personality, and each has done the same foolish
thing, beg to go out in the rain and then come in
dripping water all over the floor!
Many memories went into  =Fantasy: =For =Jennie 
and  =Silly =Dog,  but  =Power =Lines,  on page =536, was
written in a different way. I was driving on the =San
=Diego =Freeway one day when I suddenly noticed a row
of power lines. They seemed to have bodies and long
arms and hands. I had driven on this freeway =hundreds
of times before. Yet, as often happens, something we
have grown accustomed to seeing can suddenly seem
new and different. It is only a ten-minute drive from
these power lines to my home in the =Santa =Monica
=Mountains, but by the time I reached my front door I
had the poem in my mind.  Most poems do not come
so easily, however! 
For me the essential thing is to put my own ideas
and my own feelings into a poem, using my unique
sensitivities and my individual voice. What I see or
hear or feel may not be what my family or friends see,
hear, or feel. People who want to write poetry must
find what is important to them, discover their special
way of looking, and express this in their own words


Each of the statements you just read is a fact. Newspaper
writers and editors generally try to present the facts by
answering the =W-H questions. These questions are Who?
What? When'! Where'! Why? and =How'! Notice that =Marcie
=Mulligan, the writer of the article above, gave facts as answers
to these questions:

Who! Sylvie =Thurgood.
What! Saved Sergeant =Peter =Wein.
When? Last night at about =9'00 =PM.
Where? At a building site on =East =25th =Street near =Stanton
=Road.
Why! Because he had fallen into a pit and she heard him
calling for help.
How? By tying her dog's chain leash and a heavy wire
around a telephone pole so that he could pull  
himself up to safety.
Newspapers give opinions, too, but generally not in a
news story. You can find opinions in movie or book reviews,
advice columns, letters to the editor, editorials, and some  
feature articles. On page =490 is an editorial. It is written by an
editor of the paper. It expresses the newspaper's opinion.


didn't seem to be a single living creature on top of
the ground.
 Patience isn't your long suit, =Pip,  =Jan told me.
you'll have to learn to be patient in the desert or you
won't see anything. Why don't we have some lunch
and then come back? 
While we ate and drank in the shade of the car,
=Jan explained to me that the desert requires a  
different kind of looking.  You have to learn to look
under and inside and overhead, she said. Your eye
has to become attuned to tiny movements and to
small difl'erences in the contour of the ground. Try
to separate colors to notice camouflage,  she
suggested.  Then you'll begin to see things.'
After lunch we tried again. The first things we
began to see were birds nests. Soon we began to see
birds. The cactus wrens hung out in the cholla, and
gila woodpeckers popped in and out of holes in the
saguaro. An occasional hawk flew high over our
heads, looking for mice, ground squirrels, and
lizards.
The hawk and I were having about the same luck
with the lizards. By two o'clock I was sure there
wasn't a single lizard in the whole =Sonoran =Desert.
The living desert my foot, I thought.
Then I saw it out of the corner of my eye. A small
movement near where =Jan was standing. It had
been scrambling up out of the arroyo when =Jan
moved and frightened it. It streaked past us and
made for a bush, but not so fast that I didn't see its
long tail and pointed snout, its tiny body and the
stripes.
 It's too bad, =Pip, =Jan said sympathetically as we
walked back to the car.  You didn't catch anything.
We'll have to get up earlier, I can see that.'
But somehow I didn't feel disappointed. At least I



It is said there was a time, long, long ago, when seven
suns rose every day over our mountains. The suns rays,
like milk, fed everything that lived. Grasses and trees
grew taller and stronger every year. And the people who
lived at the foot of the mountains grew happier and
richer and more beautiful from generation to generation.
For seven suns shone over the country. Our peasants
reaped seven harvests every year, and the piles of grain
rose higher than the mountain peaks. For seven suns
shone over our country. Animals bore their young seven
times every year; cows and sheep wandered over the
mountains and meadows, and they were more numerous
than the green branches on the pine trees growing on the
mountains. For seven suns shone over our country.
The music of shepherd pipes was carried everywhere
by the light breeze. The fields resounded with constant
laughter and songs. People sang praises to the god of
the suns and to time, which was as sweet as honey.
W~en the clouds of evening floated over the mountain
range and the last sunrays disappeared, the =Kazakh
peasants and cattle breeders gathered around old
trees, in the fields, and on the river banks to sing
the evening prayer:

Let the seven suns in the sky
Sink calmly to rest,                
And rise again to greet us in the morning!


Drawing Conclusions

Sometimes textbook authors present facts and draw  
conclusions for you from these facts. Sometimes the authors
present facts and ask you to draw conclusions. As you read
the following textbook selections, keep in mind what you  
already know about the subjects. Be ready to draw conclusions
based on the facts and your own experience.

Drawing Conclusions in Science

The sidenotes for this selection point out questions in
which the authors ask you to draw conclusions.
As tadpoles get older, hind legs begin
to grow out of their bodies. Soon, front
legs begin to grow out, and lungs  
develop inside the tadpoles. During this
time, the tail of each tadpole starts to
shrink.
Tadpoles enter youth once their
tail has disappeared. During youth,
which usually begins in the summer,
most young frogs are able to climb out
of the water. But they do not go far
from the pond. Frogs must keep their
skin moist. They are also safer in
water than they are on land. Why dd
you think this IS so?
When winter comes, young frogs
swim to the bottom of the pond along
with adult frogs. There, each frog
buries itself in the mud to wait for


Words and Word Groups That Limit
the Main Thought of a Sentence

Look at the sentences below. See how one small word
changes the meaning of each one.

All of my friends play baseball.
Most of my friends play baseball.
Some of my friends play baseball.
None of my friends plays baseball.
You can see how important it is to pay attention to words
like the ones in italics in these sentences. Watching for them
when you read can save you from getting incorrect  
information.
Groups of words can also limit the main thought of a  
sentence. The main thought in each of the following sentences is
the same:  We play baseball. 

 We play baseball.
 We play baseball every =Saturday.

See how the words in italics in sentence limit the main
thought. They tell when  We play baseball.  Read sentences
 and below. Notice that the words in italics further limit
the main thought,  We play baseball. 

We play baseball every =Saturday during =July and
=August.
We play baseball every =Saturday during =July and =August
except when it rains.

The words during =July and =August tell you that sentence 
isn't about every =Saturday in the year. When the words except
when it rains are added, the sentence is about even fewer
=Saturdays.


Homily turned away.  Arrietty,  she said, in the same
firm voice,  supposing one day, we'd pick a special day
when there was no one about, and providing they don't
get a cat which I have my reasons for thinking they won't
, supposing, one day, your father took you out  
borrowing, you'd be a good girl, wouldn't you? You'd do just
what he said, quickly and quietly and no arguing? 
=Arrietty turned quite pink; she clasped her hands  
together.  Oh,   she began in an ecstatic voice, but =Pod cut
in quickly:
 Now, =Homily, we got to think. You can't just say
things like that without thinking it out proper. I been
seen, remember. This is no kind of time for taking a
child upstairs. 
 There won't be no cat,  said =Homily;  there wasn't
no screeching. It's not like that time with =Rosa  
=Pickhatchet. 
 All the same,  said =Pod uncertainly,  the risk's
there.
 The way I look at it,  said =Homily,  and it's only
now it's come to me: suppose anything happened to you
or me, where would =Arrietty be, if she hadn't learned to
borrow? 
=Pod stared down at his knees.  Yes,  he said after a
moment,  I see what you mean. 
 And it'll give her a bit of interest like and stop her
hankering. 
 Hankering for what? 
 For blue sky and grass and suchlike.  =Arrietty
caught her breath and =Homily turned on her swiftly:  It's
no good, =Arrietty, I'm not going to emigrate, not for you
nor anyone else! 
 Ah,  said =Pod and began to laugh,  so that's it! 
 Shush!  said =Homily, annoyed, and glanced quickly
at the ceiling.  Not so loud! Now kiss your father, =Arrietty,  she
went on briskly,  and pop off back to bed. 


=As an anthropologist, my work requires me to
study people. On my job I travel all over the world
and watch how people work, play, and get along
together. I learn about people's music, art, and
ideas about living.
Ever since I was a young girl, I loved hearing
stories. The ones I really liked were from faraway
places. My father served in =World =War I, and from
him I learned of his experiences in =England,
=France, and =Germany. The stories he told used to
delight me because I always liked to know about
people in other places.


=Lyndall crossed the parking lot and entered  
=Southdale =Court =Shopping =Center. She knew all the shops
well by now, but many failed to interest her. =Lyndall
climbed the stairway to the upper level. Here were
clothing stores, a pet shop, a pharmacy, and a  
bookshop. It was not the kind of bookshop that =Lyndall
would have liked. In reality, it was only a newsstand that
also sold books. But it was the only one in the court, so it
had to suffice.  =Lyndall passed by the racks of magazines
and paperback fiction. She seldom read for pleasure
alone, but for information and hard facts. Science  
journals and books about biology and zoology were her
particular delight. Medicine or veterinary science were
her choices of future careers. She knew that to study


Naturally, I didn't believe her.  Prove it,  l challenged.
Mrs =Sparks commanded =Futuro to stand up, but just as I
expected, nothing happened.  Perhaps he's tired,  said Mrs
=Sparks.  The novel he's writing keeps him very busy. 
Novel? Well, this was too much!
 Really! Mrs =Sparks!  I cried. This
is the silliest thing I ever heard.  Mrs
=Sparks had fallen silent and was sitting
with a glassy look in her eyes.
 Mrs =Sparks! MRS SPARKS! 
Just then =Futuro leaped to his feet
and grabbed Mrs =Sparks's wrist to take
her pulse. =Futuro shook his head.
 Please forgive Mrs =Sparks,  he said.
 I'll have her back to normal in a jiffy. 
 What's wrong with her?  I asked.
 Nothing serious,  said =Futuro.  She
just needs a new battery. 

Word Play

Context clues are words or phrases
that give a hint to the meaning of a
word. Use the context clues in the story
to help you match each word in the
column on the left with its meaning in
the column on the right. Then use each
word in a sentence.

glinted   black
ebony     stud ied
resembled shone
scrutinized    ragged
shabby    looked like
appearance     sight
&&000 HARCOUT, BRACE, JOVANOVICH  (1987) 6TH GRADE  HBJ9876T.ASC
PORTRAITS by Margaret Early et al
Level 12 6th grade
Source: SUNY Cortland, xeroxed, scanned, edited by DPH 12-26-92

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 The =Gobble-uns are here!  =Willie =Bea announced, in as
good a voice as a radio announcer. She always said that
about =Gobble-uns on =Halloween. They stood there, the three
of them as dressed up, as frightening as they could be.
No one heard =Willie =Bea. No one was listening. For the
living room was a crazy, mixed-up scene. =Willie =Bea froze
on the landing, taking it all in with =Bay and =Bay =Sister. The
three of them were poised there in silence, unmoving.
A tall, very good-looking man stood in the middle of the
living room. Not her father. The man had on a greatcoat of
dark wool. He'd unbuttoned the coat and flung it open. He
had on a dark felt hat that matched the coat. Its crown was
dented from front to back, with a stiff brim turned up
slightly on the sides. =Willie =Bea glimpsed a gorgeous tuxedo
suit of clothes under the man's coat. Suit jacket with satin
lapels. A white dress shirt with gold-like buttons. There
was a satin bow tie. The man had on a handsome gold
chain draped across his chest. =Willie =Bea knew there would
be a watch in the man's watch fob. The gent's,shoes were
white, and black on the shiny top front and the sides of the
heels.
 Mr =Hollis, do sit down, won't you?  =Willie =Bea's mama
was saying.
But the man, Mr =Hollis, couldn't sit down. For hanging
on his shoulder, being held in an almost standing position,
was wonderful =Aunt =Leah. What in the world is she doing
here? wondered =Willie =Bea.
Aunt =Leah had on a full-length, to the floor, silky black,
honest-to-goodness evening gown. It was the first evening
gown =Willie =Bea had ever seen on anybody outside of the
ladies in the movies. Aunt =Leah had on a necklace of
glistening pearls that came down to her waist and were tied



=Tom:  seriously  It's the carbon in coal that makes his
hands black and makes the ink black, too. There's carbon
in lamp black, too, and I've got an idea about that.  He
picks up basket and runs off. 
=Muley:  looking after =Tom, mimicking him  I've got an
idea about this! I've got an idea about that!  at lab, opening
bottles and sniffing  Why can't I do experiments in my
spare time, Mr =O'Toole?  sniffs one, grimaces  =Phew! I've
got an idea about that? What's the lad doing messing around
with these smelly bottles? You'd think he'd be satisfied
making all that money printin his paper. He must sell those
papers to at least six =hundred customers.  at press,
studying type  Sure comes as a surprise to =Elviry =Snivet
and me when we saw how nice that =Tom can write up a
story. She was right to kick him out of school, though. He
near drives me crazy with his ideas and his questions,
questions, questions!  picks up oil lamp  Wonder what
he's got this lamp all apart for. 
=Tom:  running back on  What do you think I just thought
of, =Mule    Mr =O'Toole?
Muley:  startled, hastily puts lamp down.  I don't care what
you've thought of =Tom =Edison. You just keep the corks
tight in these bottles or you'll have the whole train smelling
like dead =Lake =Michigan mackerel in the broiling sun.
=Tom: Beg pardon? I didn't hear you very well. My ears
are 
=Muley: Quit worrying about your ears and tend to your
Job.
=Tom:  puts basket down and goes to lab shelf  Yes, sir, it's
just that I had such a good idea I had to tell someone.
=Muley: =Tell it to the bottles, or to the stars out there. It's
too late for me to stand around listening to nonsense. I'm


Faster, =Cora! 
They sped toward the waiting =Proteus.
=Grant's hand clutched at the wheel of the hatch, while
the signal light flashed redly about it.
=Cora cried out,  They're coming! Let's get into the
hatch. 
=Grant looked back. They were finding their way,
sensing their presence. Chains of them were coming
toward them. The light turned green. He whirled at the
wheel, desperately.
The antibodies were all about them, but making chiefly
for =Cora. =Grant pulled the hatch door open, thrust =Cora
into it, antibodies and all, and squeezed in after her. The
hatch barely held both.
He pushed forcefully against the hatch door while
antibodies continued to pour in. The door closed but
=hundreds of them clogged the door at the end. He
managed to turn the wheel that locked the door in place.
=Hundreds of antibodies filled the space. They formed a
solid band around =Cora.
 They're tightening, =Grant,  she said.
=Grant hammered at the inner door.
 I    I    can't break     gasped =Cora.
The door opened. =Duval's hand seized =Cora's arm and
pulled her in.  =Grant followed.
They both started pulling the antibodies off =Cora. A
strand tore, then another, then still another.
=Grant said,  It's easier now. Just brush them off. 
=Duval added,  =They're designed to work in body fluid,
of course. Once they're surrounded by air, the molecular
attractions alter in nature. 
=Cora was breathing in deep, shuddering gasps.



 Should I get the net and put him back?  =George asked.
 I doubt you'll need it,  Dr =Schultz said,  now that he's
learned he can't get out. 
But they were underestimating =Justin. He had learned no
such thing.
Of course, =Justin did not escape that day, nor even that
year. When they, =Julie, put on a glove and went to pick
him up, he submitted meekly enough, and in a short time
he was back in his cage.
Yet he had learned some things. He had, as =Julie noticed,
looked at the air ducts, the openings along the wall through
which warm air flowed in winter, cool air in summer, and
he had studied the windows. Mainly he had learned that
he could, occasionally at least, jump from his cage and
wander around without incurring any anger or injury. All
of this, eventually, was important. For it was =Justin, along
with =Jenner, who figured out how to get away. I had a part
in it too. But all that came later.
I won't go into details about the rest of our training except
for one part of it that was the most useful of all. But in
general, during the months that followed, two things were
happening.
First, we were learning more than any rats ever had
before and were becoming more intelligent than any rats
had ever been.
The second thing could be considered, from some points
of view, even more important, and certainly more
astonishing, than the first. Dr =Schultz  you will recall 
had said that a new series of injections might increase our
life span by double or more. Yet even he was not prepared
for what happened. Perhaps it was the odd combination of
both the old and new injections working together, I don't



can tell this statement is an opinion because it cannot be
proved. Some people may agree with the author about the
excitement of gymnastics, but others nay have a different
opinion .
In the example, the second sentence is a fact. It can be
checked to see if it is true or not. It is a statement that can
be proved.

Opinions Based on Facts

You will find that authors often put statements of fact and
opinion in the same selection. You need to be able to tell
which statements are facts and which ones are opinions.
This will help you make judgments about the selection.
Read the following paragraph. Look for statements of fact
, statements that can be proved, and statements that tell
the author's opinions.

Of all the things I saw in =China, the most
impressive was the =Great =Wall. The =Great =Wall of
=China is almost =4'000 miles long. It is =25 feet tall
and =15 feet wide at the top. Parts of the wall are
over =2'000 years old. It is beautiful to see the wall
wind around mountains and across the borders of
deserts through northern =China.

The first and the last statements of the paragraph cannot be
proved. They are the author's opinions about the beauty and
the impressiveness of the wall. All of the other statements are
facts. You could check an encyclopedid to prove that each
of these statements is true. The author has used both facts
and opinions to tell about the =Great =Wall.


=Watson, a man may get seven years imprisonment if we
cannot prove his innocence. Our only clue is a =Christmas
goose that somehow had a gem in its belly. Our inquiry
may lead to =Horner's guilt, but we must follow it through
to the bitter end. 
By the time we reached =Covent =Garden =Market it was
near closing time. There were still many people milling
about. One of the largest stalls bore the name of =Breckinridge.
Beneath the sign stood the man himself. He had a rather
sharp face and trim side-whiskers and was helping a boy
shut up the shutters.
Sold out of geese, I see,  =Holmes commented, pointing
at the bare slabs of marble.



explains why the gardeners of that region get to be so
bent over that their knees almost touch their chins.
Well, now =tio =Buscabeatas was one of those  
gardeners. He had begun to stoop at the time of the event
which I am about to relate. He was already =sixty years
old     and had spent =forty of them tilling a garden
near the shore.
That year he had grown some pumpkins that were
already beginning to turn yellow, which meant it was
the month of =June. Tfo =Buscabeatas knew them  
perfectly by color, shape, and even by name, especially the
=forty fattest and yellowest, which were already saying
 cook me. 
Soon we shall have to part,  he said tenderly.
Finally, one afternoon he made up his mind and  
pronounced the dreadful sentence.
 Tomorrow,  he said,  I shall cut these =forty and take
them to the market at =Cadiz. Happy the people who eat
them!  =Then he returned home and spent the night as
anxiously as a parent whose child is to be married the
following day.
 My poor pumpkins!  he would sigh, unable to sleep.
But then he thought about it and concluded by saying,
 =What can I do but sell them? For that I raised them!
They will be worth at least fifteen dollars! 
Imagine, then, how great was his astonishment, his
fury and despair when he went to the garden the next
morning. He found that, during the night, he had been
robbed of his =forty pumpkins. He began calculating
coldly. He knew that his pumpkins could not be in
=Rota, where it would be impossible to sell them without the risk
of his recognizing them.



A  seeing-eye  robot guiding a blind person.

Microchips also help doctors. The chips inside  
computers can store descriptions of =thousands of illnesses
and their treatments. They can remember more than
doctors could possibly remember by themselves. A doctor
can enter a patient's symptoms into a computer and get
back a diagnosis and treatment. A bank of information
like this is especially valuable to care for rare diseases
that are not often seen by doctors.
Handicapped people are being aided by the chip as
well. Devices small enough to be placed permanently
under the skin or scalp can bring back some sight or
hearing for blind or deaf people. Better artificial limbs
with more lifelike control are available for those who
have lost arms or legs.


=Fritz was a wizard at repairing any kind of clock. He and
=Peter had been good friends for many years. Peter went
around to the back of the shop and opened the special lock
in the door, as he had done on so many other evenings.
He walked into the dark room and called out,  =Fritz? =Fritz? 
A voice roared in his ear,  I've got you!  =Huge hands
grabbed him. Helpless as a baby, =Peter =Perkins was dragged
into the back room of the =Clock =Hospital, where lights
blazed brightly.
I caught the killer,  a deep voice said in his ear,
returning to the scene of the crime. 
In front of him he saw =Detective =Sergeant =Magrue of the
local police force. Two other men were bending over  
something on the floor a few feet away, at the foot of a fine old
grandfather's clock.
With a shock of horror, =Peter =Perkins saw what the men
were bending over. It was his old friend, =Fritz, and he
knew, there could be no doubt of it, that =Fritz was dead.
His gaze came back to the bulldog features of =Detective
=Magrue, whom he knew from the past. =Magrue looked at
him.
Let him go, =Snider,  he said.  That's =Peter =Perkins, the
puzzle pest. He's a nuisance, but not a killer. 
=Magrue fixed the puzzle editor with a steely eye.  What
are you doing here, sneaking in the back way? 
 I wasn't sneaking in,  =Perkins said.  =Fritz and I were
going to work puzzles together. 
 =Work puzzles together?  =Magrue asked.
=Fritz was a very good puzzle solver,  =Peter said.  He
and I both belong to the =National =Puzzle =League. 
 Well, this is no puzzle game,  =Magrue said.  This is
murder. And I don't want any interference from you. 


=Three conclusions are correct: =1, =4, =5. What facts from
the reading support conclusion =1:  Most dinosaurs were  
herbivores? You read that animals that eat plants are called
herbivores. Then you read that most dinosaurs ate plants.
What facts support conclusion =4: Tyrannosaurus had sharp,
pointed teeth? You read that animals that eat meat have
sharp, pointed teeth. You also read that tyrannosaurus ate
meat. What facts support conclusion =5: Stegosaurus had flat
teeth? You read that it ate plants. You also read that  
planteating animals have flat teeth.
You could not conclude that some dinosaurs were  
omnivores  conclusion =2 . No facts were given about dinosaurs
that had both flat and pointed teeth. You could not conclude
that meat-eating animals need more food than plant-eating
animals  conclusion =3 . The facts did not tell how much food
the animals need.



His mother, however, smiled and answered,  Why, this
is the easiest of them all. Make a drum with sides of paper
and put a bumblebee inside. As it tries to escape, it will
buzz and beat itself against the paper and you will have a
drum that sounds without being beaten. 
The young farmer was amazed at his mother's wisdom.
 You are far wiser than any of the wise men of the village, 
he said. He hurried to tell the young lord how to complete
=Lord =Higa's third task.
&&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN  (1983)  6TH GRADE     HM19836T.ASC
BEACONS by William K. Durr et al  Level M
Source: SUNY Cortland: xerox, scan, edit by DPH 12-29-92

&&111 



Yes, =Hunt admitted, his horse
was spent. He'd been dogging the
=British army all the way from the
coast, all yesterday and most of
the day before. He stumbled out
in the wake of =Captain =Hartwell.
=Father and =Simeon =Wingate were
conferring.  No, I haven't got a
horse, =Colonel,  =Simeon was  
saying.  I doubt that there's another
mount, save =Star, =Miss =Sybil's
yearling, this side of the
=Hasbroucks'. 
=Father was considering when
=Sybil raced upstairs again: =Father's
uniform, he would need that.
Swiftly she laid it on the bed, in
readiness for him. Then a thought
struck her. Why not? Someone
must warn those farms to the south
and west, someone on horseback
because of the need for haste. =Star
was too young to carry a heavy
person, and besides, no one but
she or =Ricky had ever ridden him.
It would be a perilous ride, but
what was peril for one person
when the whole countryside was in
danger?
=Father's old work trousers were
in her hands; she scarce knew
how. A man might pass  
unchallenged where a girl would not. She
was throwing off her waist and
skirt, pulling on the trousers. But
her petticoats wouldn't tuck in
with any comfort. Nothing to do
but find a shirt of =Father's and
dress as a man.
 Heavens-to-Betsy, =Syb! =Atchoo! 
=Ricky was sitting up in bed, her
eyes streaming from a bad cold.
 If the =British are burning  
=Danbury, they may be coming this
way,  =Sybil explained.  I'm riding
off to spread the alarm. 
=Ricky gave an angry little
bounce.  You won't, =Sybil. If
anybody's going, it should be me. I
can ride better   
=Sybil shook her head.  You'll
stay in bed where you belong,  she
commanded. Then pleadingly,
Do be a good girl, =Ricky.  =Father's
awfully busy  I don't worry him. Go
to sleep now. 
As she left the room, taking the
candle with her, =Ricky's voice  
followed her crossly,  Wait till =Father
sees you in trousers. Then you'll
see who's sent to bed. 
But =Father hardly noticed her
strange garb. =Sybil plunged in
with an immediate,  I'll ride =Star,
=Father. I'll be quicker than a  
person on foot. 

He seemed to hesitate a  
moment. Then,  Head south to



The =Walrus and the =Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
If this were only cleared away, 
They said,  it would be grand! 

If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,  the =Walrus said,
 =That they could get it clear? 
 I doubt it,  said the =Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

O =Oysters, come and walk with us! 
The =Walrus did beseech,
A pleasant talk, a pleasant walk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each. 

The eldest =Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest =Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head, 
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young =Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat, 
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.



We left the apartment.
We found the place in the park. The only part that wasn't
crowded was up. Which was all right, because that was
where the action would be.
The =Shower of =Stars was to begin in =forty-five minutes.
We waited.
And waited.
And saw nothing but clouds, thick, dark clouds.
I opened my mouth and let out a howl.



dollars to the =Sillimans. I went back to look for my
glasses, and we agreed to meet farther on up the road
beside a high radio tower.
I rode along slowly, trying to retrace the way we had
come. I hadn't gone any distance at all when I saw my
brown leather glasses case lying on the grass. It must
have bounced out of my pocket while we were  
galloping. I got off and picked it up, and this time I got back
on =Ginger on the first try. I gave a shout to =Midge,
thinking that I could catch up with her and we could
ride over to the =Sillimans' and back together. She
didn't answer. I put =Ginger into a gallop, thinking I
would ride fast and catch her. We galloped a short
distance, and then =Ginger dropped back to a trot and I
changed my mind. My seat was getting a little tender.
Somehow =Ginger and I didn't seem to synchronize very
well. Posting on a horse looks funny, but it is the only
comfortable way to ride at a trot. I had had a few
lessons on how to post, but =Ginger seemed to go up just
when I wanted to go down, and I bumped more than I
posted. It doesn't take much of that, when you haven't
ridden for a long time, to make you feel a little sore. So
=I decided to go on up the road at a nice gentle walk. I
knew I would get to the radio tower long before =Midge,
but I could always get off and take it easy while I waited.
=Ginger kept turning toward the stream, and it didn't
take much intelligence to figure out that he wanted a
drink. I saw a nice shallow spot with a gravelly bottom,
so I rode him out into the middle of the stream and let
up on the reins, and he promptly put his head down
and began to drink. My shoestring had come untied, so
=I leaned down to tie it while =Ginger was busy drinking.
That was a foolish thing to do. Something scared  
=Ginger. I don't know whether it was a small fish, a falling



the casing the way you did before. Then I'll bend as
much as I can to let you climb up on my shoulders.
From there you can reach the pole and scramble out. 
But you'll have to stay in this nasty, dark hole! 
One of us must! So hurry! 
Stubble and earth showered down as =Rachel's toes
dug into the unlined sides of the pit. =Cobie pushed
with all her might at her sister's shoes. Gasping, =Rachel
dragged herself out. A final rain of snow and rubble
came down. =Cobie shook it out of her face and slid to
the bottom. There was no use trying to hold that
strained position while =Rachel fetched =Stede and =Bedad.
 I'll run all the way!  =Rachel shouted from above.
 Just don't get lost! 
It was too dark to see much of her prison.  =Rachel
had trampled down the snow. There was no water in
the well. Perhaps its going dry had been one of the
reasons the homesteader had left.          
The hours poor =Rachel had been trapped must
have seemed an eternity. Even knowing that help
would come shortly didn't make it pleasant. =Cobie sat
down, huddling her arms and face against her knees for
warmth. =Rachel was found. She wasn't hurt. But, oh,  
supposing she had broken her neck in the fall! Or that
=Bedad's warning hadn't echoed in =Cobie's brain and
=Rachel had frozen to death before she was found!
It seemed that help would never come. By the time
voices roused her, =Cobie had almost dozed off in  
exhaustion. She sprang up eagerly.
Here we are!  =Rachel shouted.
 We'll have you up in a jiffy!  came =Stede's reassuring
voice.  Slip this loop under your shoulders, hold on to
the rope, and we'll haul you out! 



Sunlight was bright on the
millpond water. =Elizabeth and
her younger sister, =Margaret,
stood on the shore looking at a
raft swinging gently in the  
current, tied by a rope to an  
overhanging tree.
The little girls made a bright
picture against the green foliage,
for they were dressed alike in
red frocks with white neck  
ruffles, black aprons and shoes, and
red stockings. =Elizabeth gave
her skirt an irritated jerk. She
hated red. It was her mother's
favorite color, and =Elizabeth and
her sisters had to wear it every
day until they were twelve years
old and became young ladies.
Even on =Sunday their dresses
were scarlet but with a black
sprigged pattern, and they wore
red cloaks and hoods. Nobody in
=Johnstown, in upper =New =York
=State, could fail to recognize one
of the daughters of =Judge =Cady.
And there was nobody in
town, thought =Elizabeth, who
had failed to say of the =Cady
children,  Too bad! Five girls
and only one boy. 
Every day after school  
=Elizabeth and =Margaret ran to the
millpond to watch their older
brother, =Eleazer, and his friends
float the raft around calm water
above the falls. But today the
boys had not come. =Elizabeth
looked over her shoulder. Only
=Peter, the servant boy, was there
with them as always, and he had
his face lifted to look at a bird
singing on a branch of a wild
cherry tree.
=Elizabeth whispered to her
sister,  Come on. This is our
chance. 



The subject, a word or two telling what the book is
about, is on the top line of a subject card. The other
information is the same as that on the author card. A  
subject card is filed alphabetically by the first word in the
subject. If you know the subject of a book but not its title or
author, or if you want several books about a subject, look
through the cards filed under that subject.
Among the subject cards you will sometimes find  
crossreference cards. They refer you to other subject cards. For
example, if you want to find books about beagles, you might
discover that the subject card labeled =BEAGLES gives the
following information: =See =DOGS. This card tells you that no
books are listed under =BEAGLES; instead, books having  
information on beagles appear under the subject =DOGS.  
Occasionally you will come across a subject area that has several
typical subject cards and, in addition, has a card that refers
you to other subject areas. For example, if you looked under
the subject =ROCKETS, you might find several cards that list
specific books and one card with the following information:
See also AEROSPACE; SPACE  TRAVEL.

Call Numbers
Notice the number in the upper left corner of the cards on
page =109. This is the call number assigned to ANIMAL  DOCTORS in
the =Dewey decimal system of classifying books; you might see other
identification systems in other libraries. The =C is the first
letter of the author's last name. This call number appears on each
card filed for the book in the card catalog as well as on the
spine, or narrow back edge, of the book itself. Every nonfiction
book has its own call number to indicate exactly where the book is
kept in the library. Since the call number is determined by its
subject, books about the same or similar subjects have call numbers
that are much alike and are usually kept in the same section of the
library.


It wasn't long before =Betty =Marie
realized that =Ballet =Russe had  
chosen her as a wartime replacement
only. She was needed for the  
=Canadian tour, but perhaps Mr
=Denham, the manager, would  
decide that she was not needed  
afterward. She would have to make an
impression and convince them that
she had ability.
Before the company opened in
=Ottawa, there were hours and
hours of rehearsals. Each day was
a round of rehearsals and fittings.
Quick meals were snatched on the
run. There were only brief rest
times. It was exhausting, but the
excitement kept her going.
The road company was so much
smaller in size than the =New =York
=Company that performers had to
learn a number of parts, more than
they usually would. And there was
less time to learn them. Betty
=Marie's guick memory made it
possible for her to fill in many
times where the other dancers
could not.
One night, just before curtain
time, she was told that she would
have a small part in the ballet
=Galte =Parisienne  =get-ehpuh-ree'zee-en . =Danilova  
=dah-nee'lohvah  was the star.
This was a real break for =Betty
=Marie. She had to do a series of
=fouette's while on her toes. She  
always did them well, but never so
well as she did them that night.
The audience clapped loudly and
the principal dancers praised her.
From then on, she was given other
good parts that would not  
otherwise have been assigned to her.
She never knew until almost the
last moment what she would
dance. Sometimes her part was
changed even after she was all
dressed and ready.
In =Montreal the company  
presented a benefit performance for
the war effort. The =Governor  
=General of =Canada and his wife,  
=Princess =Alice, would attend. A few
days beforehand, =Betty =Marie was
told that she would have a solo role
as =Spring in the ballet =Snow
=Maiden. This important role had
first been danced by =Danilova. For
an unknown to follow in the steps
of this great ballerina was a  
challenge. Never in her wildest dreams
had she hoped for this.
=Danilova was her idol of idols.
She wanted to become just like the



writer offers no evidence to support this claim.   Even if
the writer's claim is true, does it mean that =Dazzle is the best
toothpaste for you? Just knowing that other people have
switched to =Dazzle doesn't mean that you should. You
would need to know more about it first.

Testimonial
When using the testimonial technique to get you to think
and act in a particular way, the writer quotes a favorable
statement that someone, very often a famous person, has
made. Often a picture of that person is shown. For example,
read the following ad:

Here's what =Carlos =Ortiz, star of stage and
screen, has to say about his =Breeze bicycle:
After a hard day in the studio, I find that I
can relax best on my =Breeze =Bike. I've
owned others but =Breeze is the best. 
=Breeze bicycles may be good, but the fact that =Carlos
=Ortiz, or any other famous person, likes them does not  
necessarily mean that you should. Your decision to buy a  
product should be influenced by the quality of the product and
not by the testimony of a famous person.
&&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN  (1986)  6TH GRADE READER  HM19866T.ASC
CELEBRATIONS
Source: Kutztown University (Pa.)
Xeroxed by LW scanned by DPH   March 6, 1993
edited by Janice Mason April 3, 1993
&&111



 It rained most of the weekend, and I spent a good part of
=Saturday and =Sunday in the house, reading. Late =Sunday
afternoon it began to clear, and =Uncle =Al and I went outside.
The rain had been quite heavy, and the water had flooded
down the driveway, washing half the gravel into the grass. He
was completely disgusted.
 "This has happened every time there's been a heavy  
rainstorm for the past ten years,"  he said.  "Now, there's a
research project for you or an engineering job, whatever you want
to call it. Figure out some way that my driveway and maybe half
the lawn doesn't get flooded every time there's a hard rain." 
 Although it had stopped raining, water was still flowing
down the driveway. It came from a ditch beside the highway at
the front of the place. When we walked up the road, we saw
that there was at least two feet of water in the ditch.
 "The main trouble is that culvert there,"  said =Uncle =Al.
"The water from our half of the road flows down through that
culvert and on down the other side of the road to the creek,
but =nine-tenths of the time the culvert is clogged. As a result,
we have a flood." 
 The culvert that he was talking about is really just a big
corrugated galvanized steel pipe that runs underneath the
road.  "The trouble is it isn't big enough,"  I said.
 "That is a very astute observation," said =Uncle =Al, "and it's
one that I made about nine or ten years ago. I've made it at
regular intervals to the highway department ever since. When
I complain, they send a man out, and he pokes a stick in there
or something to get out the leaves and debris, and that's all. It
works reasonably well for several rains and then clogs up
again, and we have the same trouble. The last three houses on
this side of the road have had their front lawns flooded at least
three or four times a year for I don't know how long." 
 "Couldn't you put some sort of a screen over this end,"  I
asked.




 When =Laura and I came home from school, we had a
duckling.
 It had just happened.  There were little pieces of tan shell
on =Grandpa's pants and sticking to his sweater.  The duckling
was perched on =Grandpa's knee, staring at him.  It was a little
ball of dandelion fluff with button eyes. When =Grandpa put it
on the floor, it walked splay footed around his shoes.
 "Oh, it's so pretty,"  I said.
 =Grandpa touched the fluffy head with the tip of his finger.
 "It's going to take a lot of care and attention. It's going to
need feeding and," 
 I interrupted.  "I bet it would love your spaghetti and
meatballs. Everybody does." 
 =Grandpa half smiled.  "For now it needs chick mash. Want
to accompany me to the pet shop, girls?" 
 =Mom duck sat while =Grandpa and =Laura and I were gone.
=Laura and I talked a lot on the way there, and =Grandpa
listened. It was the first time in ages he really listened.
 "=Cathy's not getting the ball into the strike zone when she
pitches,"  =Laura told him.
 "You have to bend your back more, =Cathy,"  =Grandpa said.
"We'll work on it." 
 =Laura nudged me and grinned.  "Okay,"  she whispered.
 As soon as we got back with the duck chow, the little duck
ran peep, peep, peeping straight for =Grandpa.
 "Duck's daddy,"  =Mom teased, and =Grandpa shook his head;
but I could tell he was pleased. He got the heating pad and
made a warm bed for the baby in the kitchen.
 "It's going to be a while before it's self sufficient,"  =Grandpa
said.  "Till it is, we can't put it back in the river." 
 "How long will that be,"  I asked? "It's such a dear little duck
that I want it to stay around. Now there's something else, I




nothing there, and =Joe =Carraclough would walk home
slowly, silently, stolidly, as did the people of his country.
 Always, when school ended, =Joe tried to prepare
himself, told himself not to be disappointed, because
there could be no dog there. Thus, through the long
weeks, =Joe began to teach himself not to believe in the
impossible. He had hoped against hope so long that hope
began to die.
 But if hope can die in a human, it does not in an
animal. As long as it lives, the hope is there and the faith
is there. And so, coming across the schoolyard that day,
=Joe =Carraclough would not believe his eyes. He shook his
head and blinked. Then he rubbed his fists in his eyes, for
he thought what he was seeing was a dream. There,
walking the last few yards to the school gate, was his dog!
 He stood, for the coming of the dog was terrible, 
her walk was a thing that tore at her breath. Her head and
her tail were down almost to the pavement. Each footstep
forward seemed a separate effort. It was a crawl rather
than a walk. But the steps were made, one by one, and at
last the animal dropped in her place by the gate and lay
still.
 Then =Joe roused himself. Even if it were a dream, he
must do something. In dreams one must try.
 He raced across the yard and fell to his knees, and
then, when his hands were touching and feeling fur, he
knew it was reality. His dog had come to meet him!
 But what a dog was this, no prize collie with fine
tricolor coat glowing, with ears lifted gladly over the




 "I'd better not tell you,"  she said.  "You're too depressed
already."  
 "Help,"  I hollered!
 "They'll miss us soon,"  =Jan said.  "Someone will come
looking for us."                                  
 "No, they won't,"  I said.  "When we don't show up, your
folks will think you're at my house, and my folks will think
I'm at your house. The people at the birthday party didn't
know we were coming. It was going to be a surprise. And the
dog is a stray. Nobody will miss him." 
 That's exactly what happened. Nobody guessed we were
missing. When night came, it turned chilly. We got back into
the suits to keep warm.
 =Herbert never left his post. "The determination and
dedication of this lone dog amazed everyone,"  =Jan said
through chattering teeth.
 "You're always full of bright ideas," I said.  "Now's the time
to come up with one."  But for once, it wasn't =Jan's  
imagination that pulled us through. It was the moon. The moon came
out full, and =Herbert started to howl. Once he started, he
never stopped.
 "=Herbert the singing dog,"  =Jan said,  "kept his captives
entertained with several bass baritone selections.'" 




abandoned claims near the school. On the way to church,
=Cobie had glimpsed several caved in dugouts some distance
from the road.
 If =Rachel had strayed in the snow, and if there was an open
well, she could have fallen into it. =Cobie's spine felt colder
than her feet as she pictured =Rachel lying in a hole, perhaps
drowned, perhaps with a broken leg.
 Across the white prairie, =Cobie saw one of the ruined
dugouts.  She hurried toward it, shouting, and halted some
distance from the house. Floundering around in the failing
light, she herself could pitch into a well.
 But what if =Rachel was unconscious or, dead? =Cobie
shuddered and pushed on toward the place where she  
remembered seeing the other dugout. If she didn't find her sister
there, she'd go east of the school and get =Stede and =Bedad to
help her before it was completely dark! Surely, surely, =Father
would come soon!
 Panting and sobbing through the drifts that came above
her knees in places, =Cobie felt entirely alone and helpless.
 "=Rachel," she cried! Her breath turned to frosty smoke.
What if her sister was trapped out in such weather?  "=Rachel!" 
 =Cobie tripped hard over the skeleton of a cow. Kicking free
of the ribs that settled again under the snow, she pushed on. A
battered cattle shelter loomed ahead, snow-covered thatch
slanting to the ground and roof pole jutting into the air.
Beyond it was the doorless ruin of the other dugout.
 =Cobie stopped, caught her breath, and cupped her hands.
 "=Rachel! =Rachel! 
 Her voice died slowly, seeming to mock her. It was no use.
She must get help. It was almost dark, and somewhere on this
prairie =Rachel might be lying hurt or dead.
 For a moment she thought the faint sound was an echo of
her own cry.  Then it came again, dim, moaning.




 "They're soaking wet," said =Kayak.  "Feel in your hip
pockets. They're still dry. Can you find any pieces of lint or
string?" 
 "Only this bit of string," said =Matthew.  "Nearly nothing." 
 "It may be enough. Roll it into a loose ball," =Kayak said.
 "Now, =Matthew, you do everything exactly the way I tell you.
If you get your hands a little burned, don't mind it,  
understand me?"  
 =Matthew wanted to laugh at him or cry.  "How are you
going to burn my hands? They're almost frozen." 
 He watched as =Kayak struck the flint along the steel teeth
of the little file. On the third try, sparks flew into the wet
steel wool, and =Matthew gasped in surprise as he saw the fine
steel wire spark and begin to flare red and burn. The fire fizzled
out.
 "Now," said =Kayak.  "If I can light it again, you put the dry
string in the spark with your finger. Do it right! My hands are
freezing." 
 He struck the file again a dozen times before the steel wool
sputtered into running sparks. =Matthew held the wad of string
against the tiny flame.
 "Hold it there. Don't let it go out." 
 =Kayak took the shirttail wick that he had made, rubbed it
with seal fat, and held it in the tiny glow.
 "Don't breathe on it just yet," he said, and waited.
 =Matthew felt a blister raising on his finger.
 "Don't move the wick,"  =Kayak ordered.
 Slowly the seal fat sizzled; then a real flame burst into life.
=Kayak blew gently on it and then carefully stuffed one end of
the wick into the well of glistening seal fat that he had
stuffed into the open cavity of the frozen seal heart. The
white, candlelike flame expanded as the seal fat softened and
soaked upward into the homemade wick.  Working as painstakingly as
a surgeon, =Kayak spread the cloth wick with his knife until the
flame widened.  He let out his breath in satisfaction when he 



their hearts sink, the worst
stretch of wild water, according
to =Powell, that they had met on
the whole =thousand mile course
of their journey.
 To run it, he thought  
somberly, would be sure destruction.
This was not all of the problem;
there was no shoreline for  
portaging and no visible route along
the cliffs above from which they
could line the boats down.  
Desperately, they searched. They
climbed high on the walls, but
on one side there was no route at
all; and on the other there were
so many crags and pinnacles that
they could not even glimpse the
river below, let alone find a  
vantage point for lowering the
boats.
 Trying for a better view,
=Powell climbed far out on a crag
and, with only his one arm to
hold on with, found himself
presently rimmed, unable to
move either forward or back.  
Although several of the men were
nearby, they were unable to
reach a position directly above
him, from which to let them, 
or anything, down. While his
companions maneuvered about,
=Powell clung motionless to the
wall, four =hundred vertical feet
above the river, supported only
by one foot on a narrow ledgelet




and her dark mahogany colored ears stood three quarters
erect, with the ends tipping forward.
 "It's all right," the woman assured her.  "Now you two
get back to your posts and keep a sharp lookout for
coyotes. If they get a sheep tonight, I'll skin you both
alive."  =Jup whined softly and moved toward the sheep,
=Juno following a parallel course on the opposite side of
the flock.
 Smoke curled from the stovepipe atop the sheep
wagon, drifting south with the wind. The woman  
mounted the steps to the door, pulling it open carefully so as not
to disturb the boy. Once in, she shut it behind her and
looked about. The benches on either side of the long
narrow room were hard and bare, so she carried the boy
to the end where the bed was built crosswise into the
wagon. She pushed aside the soogan, the heavy square
comforter, and laid him on top of the blankets. The room
was warm, and the boy sighed as he turned over and
adjusted himself to the softness.
 The woman took off her heavy coat and old felt hat
and went to the kerosene stove, which stood to the right
of the door. Taking a kettle, she poured water into it from
a bucket, salted it, and set it on the flame. She seemed to
fill the end of the wagon, her head clearing the ceiling by
only a few inches. While the water came to a boil, she
raised a trap door in the long bench on the left and pulled
out two wool sacks stuffed with straw, two blankets, and
another soogan.  She made up a bed quickly on the bench,
then returned to the stove and poured cornmeal into the




 In the camera, light enters
through a small hole, called an
aperture. It can be made larger
or smaller to let in more or less
light. The camera also controls
how long light keeps coming in.
A shutter covers the opening
and keeps light out until the  
picture is taken. When the button is
pushed, the shutter opens and
closes. Its speed can be adjusted
to let in light for a longer or
shorter time.
 In the eye, light enters through
the pupil, the dark opening in
the center. Around the pupil is
the iris, the part that has color.
The muscles of the iris tighten or
relax to make the pupil smaller
or larger, to let in more or less
light as needed.  See the diagram
below.  
 The eye and camera are  
different in some ways. There is  
nothing inside the eye that works like
a shutter. The only way to shut
out light is to close your eye.
The camera works only when the
photographer decides to use it
and sets it for the proper  
exposure. The eye works all the time,
without conscious effort.



on the windows, and I noticed before we came in that he'd set
out some tomato plants for us. He's a wonderful man. You'll
like him." 
 "What is =Charley's last name,"  =Link asked?
 "=Horse." 
 "You're not serious?" 
 "His real name is =Running =Horse," =Harriet said.  "He's a
=Chippewa =Indian. He used to work in the lumber camps as a
young man, and someone called him =Charley and he's kept the
name ever since. He knows more about the woods than
anyone I've ever known. He's an expert guide." 
 =Link unloaded the station wagon while his aunt put things
away. Then he went to the pile of wood that =Charley =Horse
had left near the edge of the clearing and brought in wood for
the kitchen stove.
 "We used to have an outdoor fireplace," =Harriet said.  "It
was built of stones stacked together. If we can find the metal
grill, we can rebuild it. Then we can cook out of doors part of
the time. In the middle of the summer it's too hot to build a
fire in the stove. We usually didn't unless it rained." 
 "That about a refrigerator,"  =Link asked, looking at the
boxes of food he had carried in from the car?
 "I've talked about getting one of those gas refrigerators for
years," =Harriet said,  "but I just haven't bothered. There's a
spring not very far away. We used to use it for our drinking
water when your father and I were children. Later we drilled a
well but I still use the spring to keep things cold, like butter.
We put whatever we want in one of those metal pails and put
the pail in the water. As for bottles of milk, you just tie a
string around the necks and lower them into the water. You'll
be surprised how cold they'll get."
 They had lamb chops, canned peas, and baking powder
biscuits for dinner.  Then =Harriet got her cane, and with =Link
carrying the large metal pail full of perishables, they walked
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VOYAGES by William Eller et al  LEVEL 13
Source: Hobart WS xerox scan edit by DPH  February 12, 1993

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It was a giant tooth. No doubt about that. Sticking
out of the brown mud of the embankment, it was half as
long as a football. It was yellowed with age and at first
had looked like the sort of animal bone that occasionally
turns up in someone's garden. But on closer examination
the two boys had no difficulty in seeing what it was.
They could hardly believe their eyes! What was a giant
tooth like that doing here?
=John =Versace and =Jimmy =DiFranco had found it quite
accidentally one cold =Wednesday in =January, =1962. The
boys had been testing ice for skating in some large ditches



merry time. Topping this noise came a crash as though all
the dishes in the house were thrown to the ground.
The farmer remembered that the owner of the house
had stored some dishes in one of the rooms. Bracing  
himself, he picked up the lantern and went to see what was
going on there. He found the room in good order. The
dishes that had been piled up on a table were still there,
and not a single one was broken.
For a while he stood rubbing the back of his neck.
 Now, what on earth could have caused that awful crash? 
he kept asking himself.  And those doors banging!  =He
stepped out into the garden, expecting to meet with
stormy weather. But the sky was dotted with stars, and
there was not a breeze.  Well,  he said, trying to reassure
himself,  There's really nothing strange about the doors.
All they need is fixing so that they close properly. 
The next evening the husband sat before the warm fire
to think about the house. What did he know about it?  
Perhaps he should make a thorough search.
While he was thinking this, the wall in front of him
slowly opened, and a vapory shadow moved into the
room. As it moved on, it gradually formed into a human
figure. And when it reached the middle of the room, he
could clearly see the features of a woman. She was young
and graceful, and her long dark hair was streaming down
over her shoulders. Her face was beautiful, but full of
sorrow. She stood for a moment, silently regarding him.
Then, gliding gracefully across the room, she disappeared
through the wall, again a vapory shadow.
Thoroughly shaken up though he was by what he had
seen, the farmer decided not to say a word about it. That
night the couple was not troubled by any noise. But as
soon as the sun rose the farmer woke his wife.



inhalator. The man hoped to interest manufacturers in
his invention. =Garrett =A =Morgan had received a patent
for this invention. Later he had been awarded =First
=Grand =Prize at an international safety exhibition in =New
=York =City. But, because of race discrimination, he had not
been too successful in selling the inhalator.
Now =Morgan was contacted and asked to come to
the =Lake =Erie tunnel as soon as possible. He was asked
to bring several of his gas inhalators with him. Morgan
arrived shortly, along with his brother. Quickly they and
two other volunteers put on =Morgan's gas masks. Then
=Morgan's team entered the tunnel in search of the trapped
men. The gas masks allowed them to breathe clean air
that was carried in the pouch of each inhalator. =Garrett
=Morgan led the team in and out of the smoke-filled
tunnel many times. Together, they saved the lives of
=thirty-two employees, carrying them out of the tunnel to
the waiting crowd.
This heroic act drew a great deal of public attention.
Suddenly manufacturers and fire departments all across
the country became interested in =Morgan's gas inhalator,
or gas mask, as we would call it today. Orders for it
poured into =Cleveland from fire companies all over the
=Jnited =States. And =Morgan was asked to talk about and
dernonstrate his invention in many cities and towns. For
his courage he was awarded a medal by the =City of
=Cleveland. But more important, his heroic act helped to
prove the value of his invention.
In =1912, four years before the violent explosion in the
=Erie tunnel, =Garrett =A =Morgan had received a patent on
his safety helmet. The helmet was designed for speedy
work. It could be put on in seven seconds and taken



kept her own cattle back from the trail. It would be
better, she figured, if she did not talk to that trail boss
again on this side of the river. She saw him riding point,
his red beard flaming over his brown shirt. When he
spotted her, he gave a signal. She responded and looked
off toward camp, shading her eyes as if watching for
someone. Almost at once she turned back and waved,
indicating that the =Burke cattle were ready to join the
drag of his herd.
The trail boss rode on, pushing his steers along. It was
easier to keep them from balking at the water's edge if
they were carried into the river by the force of their own
momentum.  =Emma =Jane and =Easter watched until the drag came
into view. Then they tumed their longhoms toward the
trail and swung in at the tail of the big herd.
A lanky cowboy, riding drag, blinked at the girls
from under sandy lashes. His crooked teeth flashed.
 Thought your trail boss was going to follow them across. 
=Emma =Jane leaned forward and pretended to pull a
cocklebur from =Star's mane.  Sure thing. Everything's
all set. We're still half a mile from the riverbanks. 
The cowboy shrugged. Plenty of time for the trail boss
of this pint-sized herd to join them. He turned back to
his own cattle, assuming that some man in the girls family
would show up. =Emma =Jane straightened in the saddle. Her spirits
soared in relief. Across the tossing horns, she saw =Easter
staring at her with open mouth.  =Emma =Jane set her lips
in the determined way the =Burke family knew so well.
 What can I do about it, if that's what he thinks? 
=Easter grinned.



=THUNK went the red fiberglass kayak on a rock  
hidden under the water.
The kayaker worked furiously with the paddle to get
away from the rock.
The kayak backed off a little. Then the rushing  
current took the rear end of the kayak and pushed it around
so the boat was going sideways downstream.
The kayaker dug furiously with the paddle, trying to
point the boat downstream again. With a last desperate
stroke, the kayaker lost balance, and the boat tipped over.
Quickly and efficiently the kayaker completed an
=Eskimo roll. With one strong stroke of the paddle the
fiberglass boat was tumed from upside down to right
side up.
Maneuvering a kayak through turbulent whitewater,
or the rapids of a river, is a fascinating sport, but it is
not without danger. A few safety measures must be taken.
This is why most kayakers wear helmets to protect their
heads from rocks in case they capsize. And all of them
wear life jackets.
Most kayakers are careful people. They do not rush
into whitewater without knowing ahead of time the kind
of rapids they will find. If there is any question, they
may stop upstream, get out of the boat, and  scout  the
river from dry land. They may decide to portage around
the rapids and then try the whitewater farther  
downstream. The kayaker who prepares for danger enjoys the
sport. The one who doesn't may get hurt.
Once in the rapids a boat must be kept upright so it
will not capsize. The bow must be pointed downstream at
all times. The kayaker must work hard to keep the boat
moving fast. Otherwise the current will take over. 



to twist and get its fangs into the setter, the snake coiled
itself around =Brandy's neck, but the big dog was  
unaffected. Snarling and baring his teeth, =Brandy shook the
cottonmouth like a rag, until finally it dropped with a
thud to the bottom of the canoe.
=Brandy stood motionless, watching the snake thrash
and coil. Mouth open and fangs extended, it was still
trying to bite. But now the cottonmouth was dead, and
only its nerves were making it move. Brandy looked up
at his master.
=Ben was frozen, numb. His mind refused to accept
what had happened. He stood in the water and looked at
his dog looking at him. Then the fog cleared from his
brain and he knew he had to get into action, or he
would die.
Limping on the hot, buming ankle, he pulled the
canoe to the bank and collapsed there as he tried to
gather what was left of his wits.
Snakebite! His mind reeled as he recalled all he knew
about the proper treatment. Tourniquets could be  
extremely dangerous. So could cutting into the fang marks
and trying to suck out the venom.
Above all else, =Ben knew that he shouldn't exert  
himself. But he simply had no other choice. He had to get
out as much of the poison as he could and hope the
exertion wouldn't pump what was left of it into his heart.
He would use a toumiquet briefly. He ripped the hem
from the bottom of his =T-shirt, wrapped it around his
wrist, and twisted it tight with a stick.
Before he unsheathed his hunting knife, =Ben looked
at the snake's head. The poison sacs on each side had
held a lot of venom, and he knew that most of that
venom was now in the back of his hand.



=Olya sat =Moosik down on the chair next to the table
and said,  =Sit, =Moosik.  Then she gave him a lump of
sugar. But the monkey had no intention of sitting. As
soon as he ate the sugar, he jumped off the chair and
clambered up on =Olya, looking for more.
He got no sugar from =Olya. She sat him down again,
saying,  Sit, =Moosik, sit there,  and only after he sat
down did she give him another lump. He caught on
quickly as to what was expected of him. By the third
lesson when he was told to sit, he obeyed and waited
expectantly for his reward.
Teaching him to eat from a spoon was much more
difficult. He held the spoon readily enough, but whenever
the bowl was set before him, he threw the spoon away
and put both hands into the bowl.
=Olya didn't know what to do to prevent this. She had
become annoyed and would shove the spoon back into
his hand, whereupon =Moosik would become angry, shriek
loudly, and throw the spoon away again.
 You mustn't get so impatient, =Olya,  said =Galina. She
had come in to see how things were going and noticed at
once that =Olya was having problems.  You must be calm
and even-tempered in dealing with animals, otherwise
your lessons will be worthless. You'll have to think of
some way to make =Moosik hold a spoon. 
=Galina then reminded her of =Moosik's attraction for
bright objects and suggested that she replace the metal
spoon with a colored plastic one.
The very next day =Olya bought a bright blue spoon
and brought it to the zoo. As soon as she showed it to
=Moosik, he grabbed it and wouldn't let go. When =Olya
set a bowl of grape juice in front of him, he held on



It was just second nature for =Jack to take advantage
of this golden opportunity, a wolf standing well within
range during broad daylight.
Then suddenly =Jack saw the collar. Right away he
knew what it was. This animal was =1051,  a radio-tagged
wolf whose whereabouts were being watched almost daily.
In fact, this was the first wolf to be radio-tracked in
=Minnesota. Jack was not about to interfere with the  
tracking project, even though he was perfectly within his legal
rights to shoot the wolf.
It wasn't long after =Jack had put away his gun and
the wolf had bounded off toward a swamp that a red and
white ski-plane began circling over the swamp. The  
skiplane, a =US =Fish and =Wildlife =Service plane, proved to
=Jack that he had been right. The wolf had been  
radiotagged!
Almost daily =Jack had seen this aircraft come in high
from faraway. He had watched it descend and circle over
parts of the =Superior =National =Forest. He knew that a
directional antenna, mounted on each wing, could pick
up a wolf's radio signal from =20 miles away and follow
it right back to the wolf. Now the airplane was homing
in on =1051.

Inside the aircraft we knew nothing about the wolf's
close call. We had just followed our standard routine of
finding the wolf, watching it, and then flying off to follow
another signal. Not until a few days later did we learn
that =Jack had almost shot our wolf.
 It's a good thing you guys came over the other day
and told me what you're up to,  he said. It certainly was.
Less than a week before, we had alerted =Jack =Meier
and the other trappers in the area that =1051 had come =17



=Felicia was in art class later that morning, trying to
draw how she felt.
Miss =De =Mara, the art teacher, had put on a record and
told the pupils to draw what the music made them feel.
=Felicia liked Miss =De =Mara, but she wished that every once
in a while Miss =De =Mara would put a bowl of fruit on her
desk and say,  Draw this.  =Felicia could sketch pretty well
if someone told her what to sketch, but thinking up  
something to draw was sometimes very difficult.
So =Felicia sat, with pastels and charcoal on her desk,
and listened to the music. It was slow and sort of sad, and
it didn't actually make her feel anything. She drew one
wavy line on her paper with a blue pastel and then drew
another wavy line beneath it. She let her arm sort of sway
with the rhythm of the music as she drew the lines, but
that was really about all the feeling she could work up for
the assignment.
 That's very good,  said Miss =De =Mara, looking over
=Felicia's shoulder.  A good start. You really seem to have
the flow of the music there. 
Thank you,  =Felicia murmured. A good start? =Felicia
thought she was finished. Was she supposed to do more?
 Just keep at it, class,  the teacher said.  I'll be right
back. 
As soon as Miss =De =Mara was out of the room, =Felicia
felt a sharp poke between her shoulders. She turned
around to =Phyllis, who sat behind her.
 What were you doing out there this morning?  =Phyllis
asked.
=Felicia looked at her blankly.
 This morning,  repeated =Phyllis impatiently.  With
that crossing guard. 



I put the boots on the floor and saw why they fit so
tight. Each one was stuffed with money. I looked at the
bills that lined the boots and started to ask about them,
but =Grandpa's eyes were closed again.
=Mom came back with a basin of water.  The doctor
thinks =Grandpa is suffering from heat exhaustion,  she
explained as she bathed his face. Mom gave a big sigh.
 Oh, =Martin. How do you suppose he got here? 
We found out later. Grandpa was angrily sitting up in
bed while =Mom tried to feed him some soup.
 Tonight you let =Marie feed you, =Grandpa,  said my
dad, who had gotten home from work just as the doctor
was leaving.  You're not really sick.  He gently pushed
=Grandpa back against the pillows.  According to the
doctor you just got too tired and hot after your long trip. 
=Grandpa calmed down, and between sips of soup he
told us of his journey. Soon after our visit to him,
=Grandpa decided that he would like to see where his
only living descendants lived and what our home was
like. Besides, he admitted, he was lonesome.
knew everybody felt as guilty as I did, especially
=Mom. She was all =Grandpa had left. So even after she
married my dad, who's a white man and teaches in the
college in our city, and after =Cheryl and I were born,
=Mom made sure that every summer we spent a week with
=Grandpa on the reservation.
I never thought that =Grandpa would be lonely after
our visits, and none of us noticed how old and weak he
had become. But =Grandpa knew, and so he came to us.
He had ridden on buses for two and a half days. When
he arrived in the city, tired and stiff from sitting for so
long, he set out, walking, to find us.
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CATCH THE WIND by Carl B. Smith and Ronald Wardbaugh
Source: CUNY Cortland  xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH
January 11, 1993

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me, and he came back and nuzzled me until I
remembered and reached a cube of sugar up to him.
Then he let me get on again and we rode and rode. I
was late to school but it was worth it. 
Threw you and you got on again! You'll be all right
with horses! Look, if you ride =Creek back, it'll be a lot
easier on her than dragging the wagon. This wagon isn't
important. We'll leave it at the side of the road when the
ambulance comes. 
 What will we do with =Dad's tool box? 
 We'll hide it back of bushes in a ditch. Now hop in
and watch the rims. 
As Mr =Sayers said the words there was a roar. An
ambulance came hurtling out of the night, and they hadn't
put the wagon across the road to block it. Mark waved
the flashlight, but the ambulance shot by. Mr =Sayers
groaned and said,  Kick me for being such a wise guy
and knowing better than the sergeant. 
They went on down the road at a slow careful pace
because of =Creek's bad limp. =Mark stood in the box of
the wagon shining the flash from wheel to wheel and
then on =Creek's awful limp. It scared him, but it scared
him to look at =Mama lying there so dead-looking. He
knew they had to get to the hospital.
The steel-rimmed wheels dug into the gravel. Then
came the first sharp ping as the tightly wound wire
snapped and sprang away. After the first one they all
seemed to go. At last =Mark said sadly,  We'll have to
stop now. 
The old man looked around. One of the rims was
riding off the wheel. He stopped =Creek. There was no
sound anywhere; nothing moved. The few stars of the
evening had gone away. The old man clucked to =Creek
and turned the wagon crosswise in the road. They waited
for an ambulance.



Another important aspect of a novel is the plot. The plot
is the action that takes place in the story. Everything
that characters do is part of the plot. A plot has a
beginning, a middle, and an end.

The plot usually focuses on a problem which one or more
characters face. In =A =Horse =Came =Running, you will  
discover that the character named =Mark has a problem to
solve. Other characters have problems, too. As the story
unfolds, their problems take shape and develop.

When you read a good story, you become interested in
how the problems of the plot will be solved. The events
in a story build to a climax, or dramatic highpoint.
After the climax, you discover how the problem
will be solved. This aspect of the novel is called the
resolution and comes at the end of the story.

The plot and setting help create a mood in a novel. The
mood is the novel's general feeling or atmosphere. Ghost
stories, for example, create a scary mood. Comedies, on
the other hand, create a happy mood. In the opening
scene of =A =Horse =Came =Running, a dark, frightening  
feeling is created by the occurrence of a tornado.

As you read =A =Horse =Came =Running, pay attention to the
setting, plot, and mood of the story. Ask yourself these
questions:
What changes in setting take place?
What are the problems in the plot? How do these
problems develop and become greater as the story
continues?
What is the climax of the story? What is its resolution?
How does the mood change as the story develops?



She was becoming fascinated by what the camera could do. She was
finding drama and beauty in objects not   ordinarily considered
either dramatic or beautiful. Anyone could appreciate a waterfall,
but =Margaret could make a striking picture of an icicle hanging
from the eave above a window. The day came when she looked about
the photographer's commercial studio and saw that, while her bad
pictures were awful, her best were better than any of his. Also,
hers were selling, so well, in fact, that she hired student
salespeople to work for her. What was even more thrilling was that
the =Alumni =News bought a picture of a different campus building
from her every single month for the cover, paying her five dollars
for each. The five dollars was fine, but those cover pictures gave
her an entirely new idea of her camera work. The magazine was sent
all over =American to people who had been graduated from =Cornell.
=Cornell graduate  architects, working throughout the country, saw
those pictures of buildings. They wrote to her, saying that she was
a very   talented architectural photographer and there were few
good ones around. Was she going to take this up as a career?
An architectural photographer? She hadn't planned to
be any kind of a photographer. It was now close to  
graduation, and she had been offered a job by the =Curator of  
=Herpetology at the =Museum of =Natural =History in =New =York. For
this she had studied and trained. Could she give this up for
a career with a camera? Did she want to? The answer was yes.
=Margaret had found that  photography was more important to her
than her other interests. To get an expert's opinion of her work,
she went to =New =York to the office of architect =Benjamin
=Moskowitz.   



When the day arrived, both =Luke and his father got up early.
=Luke dressed quickly, but his
father took so long getting ready
that =Luke decided to go to the
dining room and start breakfast.
He ordered a big glass of orange
juice and was adding bacon,
eggs, and waffles to the list when
Dr =Allard entered the empty
room. =Luke's heart beat faster.
He did so admire the kindly scientist.
 Good morning, =Luke,  Dr =Allard called to him.
=Luke stood up, knocking his
silverware to the floor as he
jerked his hand forward in
greeting.
 Are you ready for the big
test?  Dr =Allard inquired.
 Of course,  =Luke said.  It's
exciting.  Dr =Allard ordered a breakfast
almost as big as =Luke's, then
stretched back in his chair.  Do
you think it'll work?  he asked
=Luke seriously.
 Not for long,  =Luke  
answered. He felt very sure of
himself.
 Why not? 
 =Dad thinks the calls are too
weak. Dr =Olsen had to make the
tapes late in the nesting season,
when the gulls are less wary. The
tapes will scare them off for a few
days, but then I'll bet a dollar
these smart old =Boston gulls will
catch on and come right back to
loaf on the airstrips. 
 You know a lot for a young
man,  Dr =Allard said.
=Luke chuckled.  I've worked
with my =Dad so long that I know
a good full-blown alarm cry when
I hear one. As a matter of fact, my
=Dad can get a more violent cry in
any season than the cry on these
tapes. All he has to do is walk out
the lab door, and the =haha's are
fierce. Sometimes I think they can
be heard in =England. 
 Why is that?  Dr =Allard
asked, curiously.
 Well, it's a family joke that
=Dad is the most hated man on
=Block Island. He has more
enemies than anyone we know, 
all gulls. He has invaded their
nesting sites so much that they
regard him as their chief enemy.
Those tapes should have been
made with =Dad on =Block Island,
head bare, coat off. 
 =Hmmm,  said Dr =Allard.
 Have you told this to Dr =Olsen? 
 No, I never thought of it until just now. 



dead fish. He was obviously not quite right in the
head.
Dr =Smith was inclined to agree with them.
After all, he was jumping to conclusions on the
basis of one tiny sketch. He was behaving quite
unlike a serious scientist. He had to have books
in order to verify his conclusions. But there were
no books on fossil fish in the village of =Knysna.
He sent a telegram to a friend at a museum in
=Cape =Town, asking for a well-known book on the
subject.
Two days later the book arrived. It was
Volume II of a work entitled =Catalogue of =Fossil
=Fishes in the =British =Museum.
Dr =Smith checked the book and found the
picture he was looking for. There could be no
doubt. The fish that Miss =Latimer had drawn must
be a coelacanth, though every paleontologist in the
world would swear that the last coelacanth had died
=70 =million years ago!
Somehow, unknown to the human race,
coelacanths had survived all this time and were
alive somewhere in the ocean. For if one had been
found, there must be others.
Why had nobody ever seen one before? It was
too big a fish to go unnoticed for long. That raised
another question: why was it so big? The fossil
coelacanth had been a little fish, about a foot long,
never more than =20 inches.
However, in =70 =million years, the little fish
might have evolved into a big one. And if its



At first =Zlateh didn't seem to mind the change in
weather. She too was twelve years old and knew what winter
meant. But when her legs sank deeper and deeper into the snow,
she began to turn her head and look at =Aaron in wonderment.
Her mild eyes seemed to ask,  Why are we out in such a storm? 
=Aaron hoped that a peasant would come along with his cart, but
no one passed by. The snow grew thicker, falling to the ground in
large, whirling flakes. Beneath it =Aaron's boots touched the
softness of a plowed field. He realized that he was no longer on
the road.  He had gone astray. He could no longer figure out which
was east or west, which way was the village, the town. The wind
whistled, howled, whirled the snow about. It looked as if white
imps were playing tag on the fields. A white dust rose above the
ground. =Zlateh stopped. She could walk no longer. Stubbornly



am the =Spelling =Bee,  announced the =Spelling =Bee.  Don't
be alarmed =a-l-a-r-m-e-d. 
=Tock ducked under the
wagon, and =Milo, who was not
overly fond of normal-sized bees,
began to back away slowly.
 I can spell anything  
=a-n-yt-h-i-n-g,  he boasted, testing his
wings.  Try me, try me! 
 Can you spell good-by? 
suggested =Milo as he confinued to
back away.
The bee gently lifted himself
into the air and circled lazily over
=Milo's head.
 Perhaps =p-e-r-h-a-p-s- you
are under the misapprehension
=m-i-s-a-p-p-r-e-h-e-n-s-i-o-n, 
that I am dangerous,  he said,
turning a smart loop to the left.
 Let me assure =a-s-s-u-r-e you
that my intenffons are peaceful, 
=p-e-a-c-e-f-u-l.  With that he
settled back on top of the wagon
and fanned himself with one wing.
 Now,  he panted,  think of the
most difficult word you can and
I'd spell it. Hurry up, hurry up! 
He jumped up and down   impatiently.
 He looks friendly enough, 
thought =Milo, not sure just how
friendly a friendly bumblebee
should be. Then he tried to think
of a very difficult word.  Spell
vegetable,  =Milo suggested, for it
was a word that always troubled
him at school.
 That is a difficult one,  said
the bee, winking at the letter
man.  Let me see now.  
=hmmmmmm.    He frowned
and wiped his brow and paced
slowly back and forth on top of
the wagon.  How much time do I
have? 



Maps give many different kinds of useful information.
They may show the location of a place, the distance
between places, and the position of a place in terms,
of compass directions.

Maps have several guides that help you use them easily:
The scale is a bar, or line, that represents  
distances. Each part of the bar stands for a certain
number of miles or kilometers.
The key tells you what the colors and symbols on
the map represent.
The location symbols are letters and numbers used
to find a particular place on the map.
The compass directions, =North, =South, =East, =West, 
are usually shown by a compass symbol and the  
letters =N, =S, =E, and =W.

The map on the next page shows the route of =Thor  
=Heyerdahl's =Kon-Tiki expedition. It also shows countries,
states, and island groups that are bordered by the  
=Pacific =Ocean.

Find =Easter Island. By using the scale and a ruler, you
can see that =Easter Island is about =2000 miles or =4000
kilometers from the coast of =South =American. The color
blue on the key tells you that =Easter Island is  
surrounded by water, the =Pacific =Ocean. The location symbols, or
coordinates =D3, will help you locate =Easter Island. The
direction symbol shows you that =Easter Island is west of
the =South =American coast.


worm onto the hook, climbed on the nearest
rock, and threw my line into the water.
I could not sit still like the old men.
When I glanced at them, it seemed as
if they didn't bother very much about their
floats bobbing in the water. They either
dozed or gazed at the horizon, the outline
of the islands, or the sky. They let their
rods rest. But I kept my eyes glued to my
float. I had to stand up. to be ready every
second to snatch my fish as soon as it
took the bait. Excitement had seized me
when =Father gave me his knife and old
fishing line, and now it grew stronger and
stronger.
But on this day I learned the dying
art of fishing. My excitement lasted perhaps
a couple of hours, and the whole time I
kept changing my rod from one spot to the
next. All I caught was a couple of very
small fish. Then all at once I felt tired. On
top of a rock I sat down as quiet as the
old men. I was sitting at exactly the same
spot where I had once dipped my body in
the sea for the first time. By now I was
not thinking of anything. My mind was a
blank, and my brain seemed to have stopped
working and to be resting. Nevertheless I
was aware of what was going on, though
not in the same way as before. I knew
that I was by the sea, under a bright,
warm sky with the quiet water and the
murmur of the breeze in my ears. And at



I had not noticed it. I should perhaps explain that,
when the people at the laboratory opened our cages, we
could never quite see how they did it; they moved  
something under the plastic floor, something we couldn't see.
 What does it say? 
 I've been trying to read it the last three times they
brought me back from training. It's very small print. But I think
I've finally made it out. It says: To release door, pull knob
forward and slide right.' 
 Knob? 
 Under the floor about an inch back there's a
metal thing just in front of the shelf. I think that's the knob.
And I think I can reach it through the wire. Anyway, I'm going
to give it a try. 
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1983)  6TH GRADE READER        MAC9836T.ASC 
CATCH THE WIND  by Carl B. Smith and Virginia Arnold
Source: Kutztown University (Pa.)
Xerox by LW scan by DPH Edited by JWM     March 6, 1993
Edited by Janice Mason April 3, 1993
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 It was the first time =Sarah had heard him say more than
"yes ='m" or  "no ='m,"  and such a long speech took her by
surprise. Was he joking? It was hard to tell, he was such a
serious looking boy. Or was he frightened? He sat quietly as
she snipped at his unruly black hair.
 "There," she said at last!  "It's all over." 
 The boy gazed in the mirror, a pleased expression in his
eyes.  "It's =Abe, I reckon. I'm still not the purtiest boy in
=Pigeon =Creek. On the other hand, there isn't quite so much of
me to be ugly now." 
 Suddenly he grinned, and =Sarah laughed.  "You're a
caution, =Abe. Smart, too. Had much school?" 
 =Abe shook his head, serious again.  "I've just been to
school by littles." 
 "Have you a mind to go again?" 
 "There isn't any school since =Master =Crawford left.
Anyhow, =Pappy doesn't set much store by education." 
 =Sarah looked at him sharply.  "Can you read?" 
 "=Yes'm, but I haven't any books." 
 "Now, that's odd," said =Sarah.  "You can read and you
haven't any books. I have books and can't read." 
 =Abe stared at her, amazed.  "You have books?" 
 She walked over to the bureau and came back carrying
four worn looking little volumes.  "Books are good things to
have, so I brought them along. You sit yourself down there at
the table, and I'll show you." 
 =Abe, his brown cheeks flushed with pleasure, spelled out
the titles "=Robinson =Crusoe, =Pilgrims =Progress, =Sinbad
the =Sailor, =Aesop's =Fables. Oh, =Ma'am this book, =Aesop's
=Fables, is one =Master =Crawford told us about. 
 =Sarah sat down beside him and turned the pages.  The
stories look like little bitty ones.  "Could you read one of them
to me, =Abe?"



 The attendants had named him =Lux, and he would
respond when called. By this time =Lux was much stronger. We
decided to transfer him to another place. The doctor was  
particularly anxious to move him because every time the door
opened, cold drafts of wind would blow in. The doctor was afraid
that =Lux would get sick again.
 A room that had been occupied by parrots was now
empty. It was not very large, but it was warm and bright. This
was the room we chose for =Lux. And I was assigned the job
of caring for him. Here he stayed throughout the winter and
spring. Summer came. And just when I was beginning to hope
that =Lux would remain with us, the circus people came to take
him.
 The director of the zoo, the doctor, and I all pleaded
that =Lux be allowed to stay on at the zoo. But our words fell on
deaf ears.
 It was hard to give up my pet. But I had no choice. I
placed =Lux in a cage. He seemed to sense that we were about
to be separated. He pressed his head close against my hands,
and he licked them for some time.  Then he jumped away and
nervously walked up and down.



around too much. The
wagons were covered with
canvas. From a distance
they looked almost like small
ships. That's why they were
nicknamed prairie  
schooners.
 The average wagon train
had thirty to thirty-five
=Conestogas. The wagon
train started no later than
seven o'clock each morning
and traveled an average of
fourteen miles each day. A
car today travels this  
distance in fifteen or twenty
minutes. Little wonder that
it took five months to reach
=California from  
=Independence. The wagon trains had
to start for the =West in the
spring. Otherwise they
would get caught in the
early blizzards that came
to the mountains.
 When the trip began. the
traveling was not difficult.
In fact, it was almost fun,
and everyone was happy
and excited to be going to a
new land. But after a few
weeks, it wasn't much fun.
There were rivers to cross.
Oxen and horses became
footsore. In dry areas,  
drinking water was often hard to
find. Disease spread  
quickly through the trains, and
many people died.
 But these problems were
just the beginning. After the
wagon trains had passed
through the =Rocky  
=Mountains, they entered the  
=Humboldt =Valley area. There was
water there, all right, salt
water. It was not fit for  
people



opened the door.  "Go on. Up 
three flights. Number nine," =Phil
said.
 I walked into an old, dim
hallway and climbed up the
wooden steps. I stopped by the
number nine room, afraid to
knock. It could not be the right
place because I could hear "=I
=Want to =Hold =Your =Hand"   
coming through the doorway. I
scratched my head and checked
the numbers on the other doors
on the landing.
 I shrugged. I knocked at the
door. I heard about six bolts and
locks being turned. Finally, the
door swung open and I saw
a tiny, pleasant, round-faced  
woman smiling at me. Her cheeks
were a bright red. Her gray hair
was all curly and frizzy around
her head, and a pair of rimless,
thick eyeglasses perched on her
nose. She was round and plump,
wearing a sweater even on a hot
day like this, a pair of cotton
black slacks, and a pair of  
openheeled, flat slippers.
 "Paw-Paw,"  I asked?
 "Hello. Hello."  She opened
up her arms and gave me a big
hug, almost crushing me. It was



A. Yes, I once did a series of news stories called  =Profiles. 
I would select a topic that I thought many people were
concerned about. And I would then tell the story by  
talking to somebody who was involved in it. One thing that
comes to mind is a story I did about =American =Indians
and what their life is like in =American today. I interviewed
a =Mohawk =Indian who had come from a reservation to
work in the city. This man told me things I could never
have learned from reading books. He told me about the
dreams he had for his children. He told me what it feels
like to be a foreigner in his own country. We talked
about wrong ideas people have about =American =Indians.
For example, many people think that they are not afraid
of heights. That is because many of them have come to
the city and taken jobs as construction workers on tall
buildings. But this man told me that =American =Indians
take those jobs because they pay better than safer jobs.
Many =American =Indians are poor. They come to the cities
to work. Then they can send money to their families.
Naturally, they want to get a job that pays well. But
many people think they take the dangerous work because
they are fearless.
Q.  What do you think you communicated to your audience
by doing that particular story?
A. I communicated some facts about =American =Indians  
today. I think I got a lot of people to realize they had
feelings that they could share with =American =Indians.



=Toad of the =Hills
From the valleys of the =Andes
=Mountains in =South =America often
come reports of the existence of
the giant =Sapo =De =Loma, or  =Toad
of the =Hills.  The creature and
others of its kind are supposed to
be poisonous and large enough to
devour fair-sized birds. Neither
traders, explorers, nor scientists
have ever seen one, so it is not
known whether the toads existence
is fact or legend.

The =Late =Bloomer
In the tropics of =South =America
there is a type of plant called
=Agave, which takes a very long time
to bloom. The plant's seeds develop
into a set of pointed leaves, which
remain dormant for from ten to
=thirty years. Then suddenly the
plant produces a =20-foot high
flowering spike, which lasts only
briefly. The cause of this plant's
behavior is unexplained.




she accepted it and let it move on her palm. The next time
she thought of nothing except how fascinating a creature
it was.
 The summer she was seven, she was beginning to hold
and examine everything. When she was eight, she had to
be warned that some snakes were dangerous, because she
had become so fascinated by snakes. =Margaret had found
that they were not clammy to touch. And she was so proud
of conquering her fears that she boasted: let others have
birds or kittens as pets, she wanted snakes. When she grew
up, she was going to work with all kinds of reptiles.
 This was a little more than the family had bargained
for; but her parents bought =Margaret a baby boa constrictor,
so young it had to live in a warm blanket for a while, and
an old puff adder, harmless, but horrifying to look at. These
two were added to the collection of local snakes she gathered
herself. Her pets were supposed to live in cages, but they
were usually found wandering about the house.
 =Margaret told everyone she would become a  
herpetologist, an expert on snakes. She would travel all over the
world, she said, and collect rare snakes.
 "Face your fears and then do something,"  Mrs =White
had said. And she had been right.
 In =1923 at the age of seventeen, =Margaret entered
=Columbia =University in =New =York. One of her first courses
was in photography. When Mrs =White heard this, she sent
her youngest daughter a present: a camera.
 =Margaret liked the camera, and she liked the course,
although it was merely a side interest. The teacher was
exceptionally good and had a way of making photography
seem something more important than taking snapshots of



walls, and, instead of turning toward the safety of the
stable, she wheeled away.
 In her sudden turning she leaped a white refrigerator that
lay smashed in her path. She cleared it, but she cut her
ankle on a chisel sharp piece of metal pointing up from the
outflung door. In new, hurt madness she plowed through a
bush in the front yard. A woman's dress was caught in its
branches. The filmy stuff wrapped itself around her leg,
pasted and stuck there in the thick, guttering blood from
the cut. The hem of the dress fluttering under her made
her plunge and sunfish wildly.
 Unable to get away from the fluttering cloth she broke
into a blind run. Accidentally she took the path the tornado
had come, a mowed, swept path of destruction. Finally she
crossed an asphalt road and was about to run down it,
when a farmyard water trough slid out of the top of a
tree and clanged down in front of her.
 Eyes rolling, nostrils gaping, she fled once more up the
path of the tornado. On and on she ran, not aware of
exhaustion until she came to a steep hill. But then, suddenly,
as if only now aware of her hurt leg, she stopped a moment
and then limped slowly up the hill. There she stopped again
and looked around. Far across the fields she saw an unwrecked
barn whose great hay doors stood open. She started
toward them.
 As she crossed into the field she came to a gully at the
end of a small wood. There in the gully lay more twisted
trees, and there, too, was a horse. An old, white horse. But
this horse was not dead. This horse was on his feet, imprisoned
in the tangle of trees.
 Slow step by slow step she backed away from the white
horse and the white roots pointing in the air. At last she
was able to turn away, but, instead of going to the barn with
its wide open doors, she angled off at an uneasy jog
around the gully, and she ended up in the small woodlot.




 Once out, he flashed the light back of him down the
cellarway and saw the potatoes.  He shuddered.  No, he
couldn't sit down there and cut potatoes for the horses.
But he had oats, why, he did have oats!
 "Oats, Oats," he said happily!  There were oats in the 
=Sayers' grain bin! He'd screen and sift the dust and dirt
out of them. =Mark dashed up the slant of the open trap
door and yanked the half-screen down from the  
storeroom window. With the screen and the flashlight he  
galloped across the single field to sift oats in the =Sayers'
wide open barn.
 It seemed to have taken tired hours and hours to sift
the oats, but now =Mark was back in his own barn. =Creek
had not come. There was no =Creek with =Colonel, and
nothing moved anywhere in the pasture.
 =Mark showed =Colonel his spilling full pail of oats, but
did not give any to him. He first rubbed the half bottle
of vitamin capsules into =Colonel's mouth, then spilled half
of the pail of oats into =Colonel's crib. =Mark kept the
biggest half for =Creek and planted the half bottle of  
vitamins in the oats as if it were a candle, waiting for
=Creek.  Colonel munched on oats, and it was a comforting,
homey sound, except that =Mark felt too tired to  
appreciate anything. Oh, he was tired, his jaws kept  
cracking out big wretching yawns, then almost wouldn't go
back in their sockets again. It hurt, and he was so tired.
 Still there was one thing he ought to do, he ought to
go back to the gully, maybe now after all this time =Creek
wouldn't be scared of him anymore. But what if she
struggled again when she saw him, and hurt herself
worse, hurt herself so she'd be a cripple forever?
=Mark did not dare take the chance. But one thing he
could do if =Creek should free herself and still come to
&&000 MACMILLAN  (1986)  6TH GRADE           MAC9866T.ASC
GREAT ENDEAVORS by Virginia A Arnold and Carl B Smith
Source: SUNY Cortland  xerox scan edit by DPH February 2, 1993

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The first thing you ought to know is that our
colony here was split into two groups, the ones we
call the =Mainlanders and my own group, the
=Silkies. You see, the original colony built a city on
what they thought was the coast; but =Harmony has
a =fifty-year cycle of tides and they built =Old =Sion
during the lowest time of the tides. When the sea
rose, it submerged half the city. Many colonists
gave up and moved to the mountain ranges where
they knew it would be dry. They built a new
city, called =New =Sion.
But my ancestors stayed on in the city. They
learned to adjust to the new kind of life, and  
traveled in the flooded streets in boats. They took so
well to the half-flooded city that the other colonists
began to call my ancestors =Silkies. The =Mainlanders
meant it as an insult because the mythical =Silkics
were so ugly on the land. My ancestors adopted
the name with pride because the =Silkies were
beautiful in their own mysterious sea.
From the very day the colony was founded,
my ancestors had never gotten along with the other
colonists. My ancestors had been the crews of the
starships that had brought the colonists here. They
had never meant to stay, but when their starships
broke down, they were stranded.
These lonely people fell in love with a city no
one else wanted. Each family of =Silkics took a
house, salvaging more than enough to make their
homes comfortable. A lot of the former residents
just left things, like chairs and tables. They meant
to come back for them later. Then they just forgot
about them.



Have you ever sat through a movie with tears
rolling down your cheeks while the star sang a sad song?
Does a favorite song make you want to get up and dance?
Studies have shown that music can affect our
moods. Scientists have found that the human body itself
is affected by music.

RELAXATION IS THE KEY.


More and more doctors are making use of music in
their work. Many doctors and dentists agree that having
music in their office helps calm nervous patients. The
patient concentrates on the music and not on the needle
or drill. Some dentists even give their patients  
headphones and a choice of tapes.
Some doctors prescribe a tape of harp music and a
relaxation guide. The tapes and guides help patients
relax before surgery. The tapes also help patients during
their recovery.
Music is also used to regulate blood pressure, or the
flow of blood pumped from your heart through your
arteries. The ideal heart rate is =60 beats per minute. One
doctor suggests to her high blood pressure patients that
they listen to music with a =60-beat-per-minute tempo.
The goal is to let the heart relax to the same rhythm as
the music's.



emergency shuttle splashdown. In a pool they try to
climb from the water into a rubber raft without turning
it over. From the raft they climb into a cage hung over
the pool. It feels as if it were hanging from a rescue
helicopter at sea. The exercise isn't easy, even in
shallow water. For astronauts, it would be harder
during a real emergency in the ocean.  But with enough
practice, astronauts can be ready for anything.

To give the astronauts a hand, there are robots.
These mechanical helpers make it easier for the space
crew to do their work. If you watched the space shuttle
missions on television, you may have seen the  
astronauts guide a robot arm to lift equipment out of the
cargo bay. On day four, technology day, campers learn
how to use the same kind of robot arm.
Whell the campers finish their basic training,
they're ready for day five, mission day. It's time for the



Fold the paper between the cuts at a slight
upward angle. This will form flaps on the
back of each wing.
Launch the plane with the flaps at this
upward angle. How do the flaps seem to
change the way the plane flies? Fold the
flaps flat again and see how the plane flies
without them.
Try flying the plane with the flaps
folded at a slightly downward angle. How
does this flight compare with the others?
The flaps change the direction of the
flight. As the plane moves through the air,
the flaps push against the air. With an equal
force, the air pushes back against the flaps.
Fold the flaps downward and push
against them with your fingers. Now launch




In far-off days, there roamed the land a  
wonderful creature, =Pegasus, the winged horse. He
could fly as swiftly as an eagle and outrun any
living thing. Indeed =Pegasus was a wonder horse. He
had created an enchanted spring at the summit of
=Mount =Helicon when he struck the dry ground with
his hoof.
In the city of =Corinth lived a young man named
=Bellerophon  . He was as strong and
brave as he was fair to look upon. But =Bellerophon,
for all his good fortune, was not satisfied. He had
heard many tales of =Pegasus and longed to own the
great white horse.
 Tell me,  he asked a wise man,  how can I
tame the winged steed =Pegasus? I will not rest until
I have done so. 



Read the paragraph below. It is the beginning of a
story.

=Jane had not really believed that a genie would
appear when she rubbed the lamp, but there it was.
The lamp was magic after all! The genie bowed to =Jane,
saying,  Your wish is my command. It is in my power
to grant you three wishes.  =What fun this would be,
thought =Jane. She had always wanted to solve a
mystery with =Sherlock =Holmes. The first thing she would
ask for would be a =Sherlock =Holmes adventure.

Think about the setting of this story. It may take place
in =London, or it may take place where =Jane is. But in
what time will it take place? Will =Jane go back in time
to the past in which =Holmes lived? Will =Holmes come
into the present in which =Jane lives? Or will the story
switch back and forth in time between the past and the
present?

The story you are about to read,  =Magic by the =Lake, 
will take you back and forth in time. To enjoy the story,
you will have to believe in the magic on which the story
is based. As you read, think about the plot, setting,
mood, and theme in the story.




In the play  =A =Treasure =Without =Measure,  =Miss =Lewis and
the =Long family convince =Professor =Gibbs, or make him
believe, that books are a treasure without measure. Could
you convince your friends that books are a treasure?
One way people try to convince others is through  
advertising. You see advertisements in magazines and newspapers.
Television and radio advertisements are commercials. A
commercial presents a product in such a way that people
will want to buy it. Commercials often make use of slogans
such as  =Buy =Your =Cars at =Weird =William's and =Get a =Monster
of a =Deal. 
=Choose your favorite book. You are going to write a  
commercial for that book. If you do a television commercial, you
may need pictures and costumes. Such things are called
props. If you choose to write a commercial for the radio, you
may want to use music or other sound effects.
To get ready to write, think of a few facts about your book.
Write a slogan that will  grab  the attention of your audience.



collecting with loads of pictures will help you decide
what rocks you've found.
Look carefully at the markings of the rocks you
find. Some rocks have stripes on them. Others have
flecks or specks of a different color. Still others have
lines or marks that seem to make a picture. Many
rockhounds collect rocks just so they can look at the
designs on them. Looking carefully at the patterns will
also help you identify the rock.
Another way to identify a rock is by its hardness.
That may sound silly. But not all minerals are hard. A
scientist named =Friedrich =Mohs  figured out a hardness scale from
=1 to =10. Minerals which get a 1 for hardness are as soft as the
chalk which is used to make baby powder. Minerals which get a =10
are as hard as a diamond. This mineral is so hard that chips of it
are used on saws to cut other rocks.



And I thrust my arm
into the air. 
He tilted his head
at me. He looked
into my eyes.
and he turned
and rose
and, oh, I could feel his wings
beating in my chest
and I cried
 I will never fear!
I will never die! 
And he rose
into the flame of the sky
into the blood of my life!



Once there was a very old man in =Guadalajara
who was about to die. He wanted to leave a diamond, the only wealth
he had, to one of his three sons. But he could not decide which
one. He called the three sons into his room, and this is what he
told them.  My sons, I am not a rich man. The only thing
I have that is worth much is this diamond. It has been in our
family for generations, and I would not want it sold. Because it
cannot be sold or divided, I can give it to only one of you. The
diamond will go to whichever of you accomplishes the noblest deed
in a week's time. Go now. Return in a week to tell me what you have
done.  A week passed, and the sons returned. They found their
father even weaker than before and   unable to leave his bed. He
asked each in turn to tell his story.
 My father,  said the first son,  I thought and
thought of a deed that would be worthy. Finally,
&&000 OPEN COURT  (1985)  6TH GRADE         OPN9856T.ASC 
CLOSE TO THE SUN   by Zena Sutherland 
Head way Program Level J
Source: SUNY Cortland xerox scan and edit by DPH 11-25-92

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In the late =1700s, a group of
explorers cutting their way through
a forest in =Central =American came
upon the ruins of an ancient city.
Under a tangle of trees and vines,
they found large, well-designed
stone buildings and handsome
stone monuments. Some of the
stones were covered with a strange
kind of writing. Carvings on other
stones showed that at least some of
the people who lived in the area
long before were highly advanced.
Soon more cities were  
discovered. They seemed to be part
of a great civilization stretching
across =500 miles of forest. In =1881
the first big scientific expedition was
formed to study the ruins. Other
expeditions followed, but at first



In =London in the early nineteenth century, young =Michael =Faraday
is always
asking questions, first at home and in school, and then in =Mr
=Riebau's
bookbinding shop where he is an apprentice. One day a customer,
impressed
by the homemade laboratory =Michael has set up in the back of the
shop,
brings him tickets for four lectures to be given by =Sir =Humphry
=Davy, =England's greatest scientist.
It was =February =1812. =Michael =Faraday thought of nothing
but =Sir =Humphry =Davy's lectures.
On the night of the first lecture, he walked through lightly
falling snow to =Number =21, =Albemarle =Street. The =Royal
=Institution was a large, gray building with fourteen pillars
across
the front. It looked as wonderful as a castle from the =Arabian
=Nights, and as =Michael walked up the wide stairs inside, he felt
sure there were amazing secrets hidden behind each closed
door.
He found a seat in the crowded lecture hall, and soon =Sir
=Humphry =Davy appeared on the platform. As the great man
spoke, =Michael wrote down everything. His fingers ached, and
his eyes burned from writing in the dimly lit room. He had no
time to think about all the facts and theories =Davy talked about.
He would do that later.
In the next few weeks =Michael copied the notes into a fresh
notebook he had made. He drew pictures to s how the equipment
=Davy had used on the platform and the experiments he had done.
There was another lecture in =March and two in =April. =Michael
took careful notes on all of them.
The finished notebook with its pictures was =386 pages long. It
was full of facts about chemicals and gases and steam engines
and the laws of nature.



I've heard that that is how it is done, said he.
 Well, do you love me well enough to come very quickly
and set me free, and we'll fight the dragon together? 
It wouldn't be safe for you. 
Much safer for both of us for me to be free, with a sword
in my hand, than tied up and helpless. Do agree. 
He could refuse her nothing. So he agreed. And the next
day everything happened as she had said.
When he had cut the cords that tied her to the rocks, they
stood on the lonely mountainside looking at each other.
 It seems to me,  said the =Prince, that this ceremony
could have been arranged without the dragon. 
Yes,  said the =Princess, but since it has been arranged
with the dragon, 
It seems such a pity to kill the dragon, the last in the
world,  said the =Prince.
 Well, then, let's not,  said the =Princess. Let's tame it
not to eat princesses but to eat out of their hands. They say
everything can be tamed by kindness. 
Tamed by kindness means giving them things to eat, 
said the =Prince. Have you got anything to eat? 
She hadn't, but the =Prince said that he had a few biscuits.
 Breakfast was so very early,  said he, and I thought you
might have felt faint after the fight. 
How clever,  said the =Princess, and they took a biscuit
in each hand. And they looked here and they looked there,
but never a dragon could they see.
 But here's its trail,  said the =Prince, and pointed to
where the rock was scarred and scratched so that it made a
track leading to the mouth of a dark cave. Look, that's
where it's dragged its brass tail and planted its steel claws. 
Let's not think how hard its tail and its claws are,  said


When the fishing boats set out of
a windless morning, =Finn waded
waist deep in the Irish sea, pushing
two before him and pulling two
behind, tied to his belt. The sorrow
of it was that he could never go
fishing with the rest of them, for
there wasn't a boat built that could
carry him. And when the salmon ran
fat in the deep =River =Boyne, all the
men of =Dunmill fished from the
green grassy banks, all except =Finn
=McCool. Finn stayed home or came
to watch, for his hands were too big
to hold a rod, and the rod he could
hold was too big for the fish. It was a
sad circumstance altogether, and he
longed for a fish of his own.
One morning, very early, =Oonagh
heard a knocking at her front door.
Finn was still snoring in the bed
beside her, his two big feet sticking
clear out of the bedroom window.
When =Finn built their house, he had
measured himself standing up, for he
knew he'd have to fit. But he'd
forgotten entirely that he'd need to
lie down. Finn did things like that.
But then, as the people of the town
always said, a man can t have
everything. Finn s as good a big
fellow as ever wore a hat, they said,
and sure if his brains don't match
his size, what matter? We'll take
care of him.
=Oonagh slipped out of bed
carefully, not to waken =Finn.
=Michael =Mor, the village baker,
stood on the step.
God bless all here, he said,
taking off his cap and making a little
bow. I've come for himself, but I
can hear he s sleeping.
=Oonagh smiled. Aye. You could
hear him in =Cork if you d a mind to
it. =Michael =Mor could hardly stand
still. A giant salmon's been spotted
in the river! he squeaked with
excitement. The biggest fish seen
by man since the minds of any of us
can remember.
You do say!


They crept to within a few paces of him. =Michael put
up his hand as a signal. They took a deep breath, and
were about to yell in unison when the boy moved to the
edge of the pavement and looked back down the road.
=Michael's arm was still poised above his head, and
they all had their mouths open. The boy's expression
changed rapidly from surprise to bewilderment, to
recognition, and back to bewilderment.  =Michael dropped
his arm, and they tried to look as though they were
walking home to supper. The boy waited as they drew
nearer. He smiled, and then he spoke.  =Ello. 
It was now the other faces which expressed
bewilderment and surprise.
 He can talk,  =Paul cried.
Recovering himself, =Michael smiled and walked up to
the boy.
 Hello,  he said. We thought you were deaf and
mute; but since you can obviously talk, you can't be
mute. What's the great game? 
For reply the boy smiled again and held out his hand.
Automatically =Michael shook it, though he thought this
was rather unnecessary.
 What's your name?  he asked, but the boy had
turned away and was now shaking hands with =Eileen,
=Paul, and =Tommy, and to each of them he said a polite
  =Ello.  =Michael gaped, and the others were silenced by
the formality.
 Why didn't you speak to us before?  =Michael asked
when he had recovered himself.
 We yelled at you, but you never answered,  said
=Eileen .
 Can you hear us?  =Tommy and =Paul spoke together.


When =Helen =Keller was little more than a year old, a severe
illness left her both blind and deaf. Yet in spite of these
handicaps, she not only learned to read and speak but also acquired
a college education. This selection from her book =THE =STORY =OF
=MY =LIFE tells how she overcame some of her difficulties.
I cannot recall what happened during the first months
after my illness. I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or
clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
My hands felt every object and observed every motion, and
in this way I learned to know many things. Soon I felt the
need of some communication with others and began to
make crude signs. A shake of the head meant =No  and a
nod =Yes,  a pull meant =Come  and a push =Go.  =Was it
bread that I wanted? Then I would imitate the acts of
cutting the slices and buttering them. If I wanted my
mother to make ice cream for dinner, I made the sign for
working the freezer and shivered as if cold.
My mother, moreover, succeeded in making me
understand a good deal. I always knew when she wished
me to bring her something, and I would run upstairs or
anywhere else she indicated. Indeed, I owe to her loving
wisdom all that was bright and good in my long night.
I understood a good deal of what was going on about
me. At five I learned to fold and put away the clean clothes
when they were brought in from the laundry, and I  
distinguished my own from the rest. I knew, by the way my
mother and aunt dressed, when they were going out, and I
invariably begged to go with them. I was always sent for

No, paradise cakes, =Wilson,  and then, stepping aside, she
gave him a clear view of =Charlie's and =Margaret's entertainment,
with the umbrella and the sou'wester hat and his eiderdown.
 Look, =Wilson, look. 
=Wilson watched with wide-open eyes, and into his
wide-open mouth =Alison put, one by one, the potato cakes that
were his share.
But, as they had foreseen, =Wilson did not stay awake for very
long. When there were no more potato cakes, he yawned,
drowsed, and suddenly was deeply asleep. =Charlie and =Margaret
put him back into his eiderdown and took him upstairs to bed
again. They came down to return the umbrella and the
southwester to their proper places and to see =Floss back into her
basket. =Alison, last out of the kitchen, made sure that everything
was in its place.
The next morning =Mum was down first. On =Sunday she
always cooked a proper breakfast for anyone there in time. Dad
was always there in time, but this morning =Mum was still looking
for a bowl of mashed potatoes when he appeared.
 I can't think where it's gone,  she said. I can't think. 
 I'll have the bacon and eggs without the potatoes,  said
=Dad; and he did. While he ate, =Mum went back to searching.
=Wilson came down and was sent upstairs again to put on a
robe. On his return he said that =Charlie was still asleep and
there
was no sound from the girls rooms either. He said he thought
they were tired out. He went on talking while he ate his breakfast.
=Dad was reading the paper and =Mum had gone back to poking
about in the refrigerator for the bowl of mashed potatoes, but
=Wilson liked talking even if no one would listen. When =Mum
came from the refrigerator for a moment, still without her
potatoes, =Wilson was saying:   and =Charlie sat in an umbrella
boat on an eiderdown sea, and =Margaret pretended to be a sea


caught. She looked like a white
woman, and because she had
always worked in the house as a
personal maid, she talked the way
her mistress did.
=William had saved more than
enough money for the journey. How
wonderful it would be, he thought, if
he could buy railroad tickets for
himself and =Ellen! But it was against
the law for any public train,
stagecoach, or boat to take slaves
without their master's consent. If
they were discovered, slave hunters
could snatch them from the train
and drag them back. As escaped
slaves they would be whipped and
put to hard labor in the fields. And
they might be sold to different
masters, never to see each other
again. Some escaped slaves had
even been tortured to death as a
warning to others.
How to escape? Would it be
possible for =Ellen to pretend she
was a white lady and have =William
accompany her as her slave? No,
that would never do, because a
lady would not travel alone with a
male slave; ladies took only female
slaves with them on journeys.
Eight days before =Christmas
=14 =1848, =William thought of a clever
and daring plan. If =Ellen could be
disguised as a young gentleman, he
could travel with her as her slave.
They could go by train from =Macon
to =Savannah, and then on to
=Philadelphia and freedom!
When he told =Ellen of his plan,
however, she was fearful. It is too
much for us to undertake,  she said.
She did not think that she could
play the part of a free, white young
gentleman for the long journey of a
=thousand miles until they reached a
free state. But after considering the
alternative, remaining in slavery,
where she was just a possession,
not a human being, and where her
children would be possessions of
the master, she finally agreed. She
told =William to buy the disguise. I
will try to carry out the plan,  she
promised.
Even the purchase of the disguise
was difficult. It was against the law
in =Georgia for a white man to trade
with a slave without his master's
consent. Still, there were some
storekeepers who were willing to
sell to slaves, nor because they
were sympathetic to the slaves, but
because a slave could never tell on
them, since a slave could not testify
in court against a white person.

have been eaten, now that the stars are out. So they listen
to coyotes.
 They have a different song tonight,  the grandfather
says after awhile. It tells you there will be rain. Not
tonight. Maybe not tomorrow either. But soon. Coyote
feels a change in the air. 
=Antonio listens. He feels only the still dry summer
night yet he knows that his grandfather hears many
things in the coyote's voice that he himself has not yet
learned to hear.
The old man tries to teach the boy these things.
 Sometimes  he says =Coyote sings for the coming of
winter. Sometimes he sings for hunger or for thirst.
Sometimes for his mate. Some people even say they
know by his song whether he runs free in the hills or
whether he fears traps and hunters. 
 =Let him fear me,  =Antonio says.
Sometimes =Coyote seems to be laughing, not afraid of
anything at all. The old man has seen coyotes gathered
together for company. He is sure of that. And they play
games, those coyotes, chasing each other until they
have to lie down, panting. I have looked at tracks that ran
around and around. I almost think that on those nights
=Coyote dances. 
But =Antonio does not wish to think of =Coyote dancing
on some sandy ledge. Coyote is his enemy. He only
thinks of him that way. He won't be dancing after he
meets me. Then he'll be running. Coyote =Cuidado. Watch out for me.
It is like this every night. The old man and the boy lie there on
the ground each with his blanket wrapped around him. They lie


Young =Jimmy =Burden has just come to live with his grandparents on
their
=Nebraska farm, which is very different from the =Virginia
mountains where he
has always lived.
Early in the morning I ran out-of-doors to look about me. I
had been told that ours was the only wooden house west of =Black
=Hawk, until you came to the =Norwegian settlement, where
there were several. Our neighbors lived in sod houses and
dugouts, comfortable but not very roomy. Our white frame
house stood at the east end of what I might call the farmyard,
with
the windmill close by the kitchen door. From the windmill the
ground sloped westward, down to the barns and granaries and
pig yards. This slope was trampled hard and bare and washed out
in winding gullies by the rain . Beyond the corncribs was a muddy
little pond with rusty willow bushes growing about it. The road
from the post office came directly by our door, crossed the
farmyard, and curved around this little pond, beyond which it
began to climb the gentle swell of unbroken prairie to the west.
There along the western skyline it skirted a great cornfield, much
larger than any field I had ever seen. This cornfield and the
sorghum patch behind the barn were the only broken land in
sight. Everywhere, as far as the eye could reach, there was
nothing but rough, shaggy red grass, most of it as tall as =1.
North of the house, inside the plowed firebreaks, grew a
thickset strip of box elder trees, low and bushy, their leaves
already turning yellow. This hedge was nearly a quarter of a mile
long, but I had to look very hard to see it at all. The little
trees
were insignificant against the grass. 
&&000 SCRIBNER (Macmillan)  (1987)  6TH GRADE    SCR9876T.ASC
REACHING HIGH by Jck Cassidy et al
SCRIBNER READING SERIES Level 14 
Source: SUNY Cortland, xerox, scan edit by DPH 12-26-92

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swift stride, determined not to let =Attean know that his ankle was
aching. They seemed to be following no particular trail. Finally
they came out on a part of the creek that =Matt had not seen
before. It was shallow here, studded with rocks and pebbles,
so that the water, rippling over them,
made little rapids or collected in quiet
pools. Here =Attean stopped, broke
off a sapling, and instead of making
a fish pole, drew his knife from his
pouch and quickly shaved a sharp
point, making a spear. Then he
stepped gently into the stream. =Matt
stood watching.
=Attean stood motionless, peering
intently into a pool of clear water.
All at once he stooped, darted his
spear with one quick stroke, and
came up with a glittering fish. He
studied it for a moment.  Too small, 
he decided. To =Matt's astonishment
he spoke to the fish quite solemnly, a
few incomprehensible words, then
tossed it back into the stream. In a
few moments he had speared  
another, which he judged large enough
to keep.
 Do same,  he ordered now,  
coming back to the bank. He handed
=Matt the spear.
He would just look ridiculous,
=Matt knew before he started. ~le
waded in and stood up to his knees,
looking down into the sliding water.
Presently a fish darted past. At least
he thought it was a fish. It was hard
to tell which was shadow and which
might be a fish. At any rate, it was
gone before he got his spear into the
water. Presently he saw another, this
one quite definitely a fish, calmly
drifting in the pool. He jabbed at it
hopelessly. He was sure his stick  
actually touched the slippery thing. He
lunged at it, lost his footing, and
went down with a splash that would
scare off any fish for miles around.
When he came up dripping, he saw
=Attean watching him with a horrid grin.
Suddenly he felt hot, in spite of
the icy water. Why had =Attean
brought him out here, anyway? Had
=Attean just wanted to show off his
own cleverness, and to make =Matt
look more clumsy than ever? Was
this =Attean's answer, in case =Matt
had any idea in his head about being
a =Robinson =Crusoe? For a moment
=Matt glared back at =Attean with a
scowl. Then he wiped his nose with
the back of his hand and sloshed
back to the bank. He snatched up his
own pole and line. 


=Heat haze danced on the hot stones of the pavement and
made rippling rainbows before =Cusi's tired eyes. He was not used
to people or to cities. He was used to mountains, remote and cold
and still. He leaned his head against the hot wall and wished =Eor
mid afternoon to come with the comfort of its shadows. =Cusi
touched the golden sandals hidden safe against his heart. They
were his omen. They were his sign. He remembered the peace of
the mountains, yes; but he remembered, too, the lonely, endless
days there.
=Cusi sat up straighter. He was all intent now. An =Indian woman
had rounded the corner of the church wall. She was coming toward
him. Wide, purple, woolen skirts flared out from tiny, brown feet.
Her bright, alpaca-woven shoulder shawl was pinned with a long,
pointed silver spoon-pin. Her upturned, red, embroidered hat
framed a =slender brown face, beautiful hut scarching and sad.
Memory stirred within the boy. Was this the woman he had met
before? Was this the woman who had given him food and called
him son? But no. This one was older. This woman was grieving
with a grief that would not let her rest. But she looked like the
woman he had dreamed about. Perhaps she, too, was searching for
home and loved ones. Perhaps she would want him as her son.
What could he say that would make her know? =Cusi's heart beat
wildly. His throat was dry. No words came.
The woman trotted past him, her feet making pat-pat noises
on the worn stones before the open church door. Then she turned.
She had seen him. She stopped in wonder, one hand covering her
mouth in the =Indian way. An amazed exclarnation burst from her
lips.  Golden earplugs,  she cried, golden carplugs! You belong.
You are one of them. 
=Cusi stood up. He moved a step closer to the woman. They
looked deep into each other's eyes.
Finally the woman spoke again.  You are so like =Titu,  she
said, and then, shaking her head, she added,  =Titu. He was older
when he ran away. 


=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 dumb, which means dope.
That's how we got the microscope.


Like a school of flying fish, the swimmers skimmed across
the water. Then one pulled ahead of the rest with such strong
and smooth strokes that her arms scarcely ruffled the surface
of the sea.
 =TeRau has won!  called a young girl who was watching
the race from the beach. She hugged the baby she was carrying
and ran with her to the water's edge.
=TeRau waded to shore, shaking the salty water from her
long, black hair. She picked up her feather cloak and pulled it
about her wet shoulders. Then she took the baby from the
excited girl.
 Are you pleased with your mother, my child?  she asked.
But her daughter just snuggled against the soft feathers of =Te
=Rau's cloak and closed her eyes.
The girl danced around =Te =Rau, scuffing the sand with
her toes.  I am pleased,  she announced,  and proud to be
your sister.  She looked scornfully at the other swimmers,
mostly men and boys, who were just now coming ashore.  You
are the best swimmer on =Kapiti Island. Perhaps in all the
ocean ! 
=Te =Rau laughed.  The ocean is large. And you forget
mango, the shark. 
Don't speak of sharks!  cried the girl, catching hold of
=Te =Rau's hand.  I wish I were as brave as you. 
=Te =Rau put her arm around her sister.  Then you must
open your eyes to what you can do,  she said,  and close your
ears to those who would keep you from trying. 
=Te =Rau knew that others were not so pleased with her
swimming feat. Some of the men she had beaten grumbled as
they passed her. Some of the old women who sat by the sea,
soaking the leaves of the flax bush to soften them for weaving,


gave the signal to move out. Slowly the lead wagons rolled
forward, and the others fell into line.
At noon they stopped for an hour's rest. The teams of
oxen and mules were turned loose from the wagons but were
not unyoked. Blankets and buffalo robes were spread out  
beside the trail. The pioneers ate a cold lunch, relaxed a bit,
then rolled down the trail again.
As they moved along, they passed the splintered wreck of
an abandoned wagon. Every two or three miles, they saw
wooden grave markers where pioneers had been laid to rest
beside the trail. As the day wore on, children began to climb
aboard the wagons, finding nooks and corners where they
could curl up and nap.
Late that afternoon, near a grove of willows, the train
captain gave the signal to stop for the night. One after another,
the wagons pulled off the trail and began to form a large circle,
or corral. The wagons were locked together, front to rear, with
chains; the front tongue of one wagon reached under the rear
wheels of the next. A gateway was left open to admit the
livestock. Then the last wagon was rolled into place, sealing
the corral.
Safely inside, the pioneers tended their cattle, pitched
tents, and started campfires for the evening meal. Families sat
together eating beans, dried buffalo meat, and camp-baked
bread from tin plates.
By =8 =PM, sentries had taken their posts around the corral.
Children ran past playing tag. Some girls sat in a circle, sharing
secrets, and laughing. A boy lay sprawled on his belly beside
a. campfire, studying a tattered copy of the =Emigrants =Guide
to =Oregon and =California. Grown-ups stood in small groups,
chatting and planning the day ahead.
Gradually the pioneers drifted off to their tents and  
wagons, where they huddled under blankets and fell asleep. Even



 I spent a lot of time listening to the radio,  =Stevie recalls,
and I was able to relate to the different instruments and know
what they were I began to know them by name I used to listen
to this program on station =WCHB called =Sundown'.  The disc
jockey was named =Larry =Dixon and he always played a lot of old
songs. There was one thing he played, it was his theme song.
Oh it's really a beautiful song, can't think of the
name right now, but I could never forget that tune 
He would sing the words of the songs quietly to himself.  He
would hum the tunes.  He would tap out the beats on his toy drums
and try to play the melodies on his four-note harmonica It  
frustrated him not to have real, grown-up instruments to play on,
and
it was hard for him to accept the fact that his mother just did not
have enough money to buy real instruments for him =But luck soon
proved to be with =Stevie =Within the space of about a year and a
half, he managed to acquire not one but three real instruments
=Every year the =Detroit =Lions =Club gave a =Christmas party for
blind children, and at =Christmastime during his first-grade year
at school =Stevie went to one =Each child received a gift =Someone
must have told the =Detroit =Lions =Club about =Stevies interest in
music, for his gift, he could hardly believe it, was a set of real
drums! =Stevie sat down and began to pound on them right then
and there.
Later a neighborhood barber gave =Stevie a harmonica, a real
one . He practiced and practiced until he had mastered that
Then, when he was seven, =Stevie became the proud owner of
a real piano. A neighbor was moving out of the housing project,
and she really did not want to take her piano =Knowing how much
=Stevie loved music, she decided to give it to him =Stevie
remembers,
 I kept asking, When are they going to bring the piano over,
=Mamma?' I never realized how important that was going to be to
me.   When the piano finally arrived it was like all the birthdays



=Billy =Parnell and =Early =MacLaren sat side by side on the bus
headed south toward the capital. No words passed between
them until the bus was moving through the outskirts of the city.
Finally =Early asked,  =What are you doing?  indicating the
scribbles =Billy had been making on a small pad of paper.
 Figuring out points we could get in this meet,' answered
=Billy. He looked seriously at =Early.  If =Dizzy can win the shot
and get maybe a third or fourth in the discus, and if I can,  
 If,  scoffed =Early.
Yes, if! snapped =Billy.  Red, don't you care if =Logan
wins this meet? Don't you think it would be great to be the state
champs? 
Sure I do. 
Not really,  said =Billy quickly.  Not the way the rest of us
do. I think all you really care about is =Early =MacLaren and the
mile. Your mind is right on that four-oh-nine point six and how
you're going to break the record, right? 
 =What are you getting so mad about? 
 =Not mad,  replied =Billy in a low voice.  Disgusted would
be a better word. You know something, man? I think it all came
too easily for you. You just came out and started to run, and
bingo! Instant hero. The rest of us had to grind it out over the
years, working on technique and form. 
Oh, for crying out loud, don't be silly, =Billy. Sure I want
to break the record. Sure it's important to me. Right now I guess
it's the most important thing in the world.  =He took a deep
breath.  If =Logan should win the team title, why that's great.
Wonderful. I'm all for it, believe me. But right now it's the mile
and that record. Can't you understand that? 
=Billy shook his head slowly and they spoke no more.
The state championship track meet took place each year
on the first =Saturday in =June at the huge =Capital =City
=Stadium. It
was always a colorful spectacle as athletes representing schools


the air hung heavily.  The birds sang
only gray songs and the road wound
back and forth in an endless series of
climbing curves
Mile after
mile after
mile after
mile he drove and now, gradually
the car went slower and slower, until it
was hardly moving at all
It looks as though I m getting  
nowhere,  yawned =Milo becoming very
drowsy and dull I hope I haven t taken
a wrong turn 
Mile after
mile after
mile after
mile, and everything became grayer
and more monotonous.  Finally the car
just stopped altogether, and, hard as he
tried, it wouldn't budge another inch
I wonder where I am,  said =Milo in
a very worried tone
You're in   the   Doldrums,  wailed a voice that sounded far
away. He looked around quickly to see
who had spoken =No one was there, and
it was as quiet and still as one could
imagine. Yes  the  Doldrums,
yawned another voice, but still he saw
no one
WHAT ARE THE DOLDRUMS?'
he cried loudly and tried very hard to
see who would answer this time
The Doldrums, my young friend,
are where nothing ever happens and
nothing ever changes 
This time the voice came from so
close that =Milo jumped with surprise,
for, sitting on his right shoulder so
lightly that he hardly noticed was a
small creature exactly the color of his
shirt.
Allow me to introduce all of us,
the creature went on =We are the  
=Lethargarians at your service
=Milo looked around and for the first
time, noticed dozens of them, sitting
on the car, standing in the road and
lying all over the trees and bushes.  They
were very difficult to see, because  
whatever they happened to be sitting on or
near was exactly the color they  
happened to be. Each one looked very
much like the other  except for the
color, of course  and some looked even
more like each other than they did like
themselves
I'm very pleased to meet you said
=Milo not sure whether or not he was
pleased at all I think I'm lost. Can you
help me please?
 Don't say think   said one sitting
on his shoe for the one on his shoulder


everything that came along as  
pleasantness, and to =Emma this was real
adventure. A barn swallow flew over
and =Emma couldn't help imitating its
eerie cry.
 Can you do more of those? 
asked Dr =Hearty, curiously.
 About ten, I guess,  said =Emma,
carelessly.
There were usually quite a few
people around the crossroads on a
fine evening, but most of them had
gone into =Eau =Galle tonight to see
the =Medicine =Show. Those who  
remained were people who wished they
might go but were prevented from
doing so, such as the little =Hooper
boys, Mr =Toomey, and the men who
had to tend shop or forge. These  
remaining few came out and stood
about the caravan in open-mouthed
amazement.
The sight of even so small a
crowd made Dr =Hearty's eyes  
sparkle. While the blacksmith went to
work on the broken axle, Dr =Hearty
began to make a speech.
Ladies and Gentlemen,  he said.
 If you cannot go to Dr =Hearty's
highly educating and entertaining
display of music, art, and magic, Dr
=Hearty will come to you. 
He took out a worn, old banjo
and began such a lively tune that the
little =Hooper boys could not resist
jigging and doing handsprings all
over the grass. When the jig was  
finished, Dr =Hearty stopped as  
suddenly as he had begun.
 Pardon me, miss, but you've a
half dollar sticking out of your ear. 
=Emma was perfectly amazed to
have Dr =Hearty reach out and pluck
a half dollar quite painlessly out of
her ear. It was a very nimble half
dollar indeed; for after it had  
disappeared under a silk handkerchief, it
suddenly popped up again in Mr
=Toomey's beard, was once more lost
in Dr =Hearty's stovepipe hat, and  
finally came to light in the youngest
=Hooper boy's pocket.
 And now,  said Dr =Hearty,  a
little local talent, my friends. My able
assistant, =Miss =Emma, will now favor
us with her bird call imitations. 
=Emma was as much astonished as
when Dr =Hearty found a half dollar
in her ear, but she wasn't frightened.
 This is the robin's early-morning
song,  she said, pursing up her lips.
 This is the bobolink.    This is the
redwing.    
=When she had finished they all
applauded. Even the blacksmith
stopped working on the axle to clap
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00000 000 STAR FLIGHT (no author on cover) 1981           
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00001 111 What follows is a true story of how =Abbie and her mother and three
00002 111 young sisters weathered one of the worst storms of the =1800's
00003 111 alone. =Father had set sail for the mainland on January =19, =1856,
00004 111 thinking the January thaw had begun.    The girls stamped about in
00005 111 their snowshoes for over an hour, pelting one another with snowballs
00006 111 and playing with the hens. It was good to hear sisters laughing 
00007 111 again, =Abbie thought, as she finished her morning chores.    While
00008 111 the girls were eating dinner, the kitchen became so dark that =Abbie
00009 111 got up to light the kitchen lamp. As she did so, a gust  of wind
00010 111 whined down the chimney.

00011 111 I'm afraid so =Helen, I said. We've done our best for him, but I 
00012 111 honestly don't think there he has much chance.    =Helen hurried out
00013 111 to the stockroom and returned with an empty box. I can make a bed
00014 111 for him, and he'll sleep in our room, =Jim.   Later, on the darkness
00015 111 of our bedroom, I looked from my pillow at a cozy scene: our dog,
00016 111 =Sam, in his basket on one side of the flickering fire and the cat,
00017 111 cushioned and blanketed in his box, on the other.   As I floated off
00018 111 to sleep, it was good to know that my patient was so comfortable,
00019 111 but I wondered if he would be alive in the morning.

00020 111 The moon provided little light as they started down the dark road. 
00021 111 Familiar things on the farm looked strange. =Hamish had to hurry to
00022 111 keep up with the soldier's long strides. Once the man stopped, and
00023 111 =Hamish jabbed the muzzle of the pistol into his back. The soldier
00024 111 hurried forward.   At last the American campfires showed. A guard
00025 111 saw them and a called out, Who's there?   A patriot and his 
00026 111 prisoner, called =Hamish.   A group of American soldiers gathered 
00027 111 around and hooted with laughter. The redcoat turned and looked at
00028 111 =Hamish for the first time. His jaws fell open. Then he dropped
00029 111 the bag and threw up his hands. Me, one of King =George's finest,
00030 111 made prisoner by a rebel brat! The soldiers took the redcoat away.

00031 111 In =Vineland, NewJersey, one summer, pedestrians were astonished
00032 111 when an English sparrow darted down from the branches of trees, 
00033 111 alighted on their shoulders, and peered intently into their faces.
00034 111 Residents were equally amazed when the same bird flew in at their 
00035 111 open windows. It fluttered about, examining their rooms, and flew
00036 111 out again. The mystery grew for several days. Then the following
00037 111 advertisement appeared in the =Vineland =Times-Journal. Lost,
00038 111 Tame female English sparrow. Reward. Call =1291J.    That 
00039 111 advertisement brought about the return of the remarkable pet. It
00040 111 also revealed a boy and bird companionship which was as interesting
00041 111 as it was unusual.

00042 111   Mr =Nicks, her coach, walks over to her. He uses his fingers to do
00043 111 a spin and bends his legs to show the right footwork. Then, with his
00044 111 hands on his hips, he signals for her to start again. Another coach
00045 111 begins filming =Tai with a video camera. She takes off and skates
00046 111 faster than ever, leaning into her turns past the camera and heading
00047 111 toward the place Mr =Hhicks has pointed out with his hand. At that 
00048 111 spot =Tai leaps way out, twists in the air, and spins high. This 
00049 111 time she lands on her skates, but a split second later she has
00050 111 fallen again.

00051 111 But there was not a single diamond to be found in any of their pans.
00052 111 After a wile another visitor turned up. Hey! =Sniff out some
00053 111 diamonds. But it was obvious that diamonds cannot be found by smell.
00054 111 It wasn't a lucky day for the prospectors, but they all had fun.
00055 111    =Jot and =Jet can't really read an air mileage table of course.
00056 111 But if they could, they would find the information they want quickly
00057 111 and easily.   A mileage table is just one of many different kinds of
00058 111 tables. Tables are a good way of showing many related facts in a 
00059 111 form that is easy to read and understand.

00060 111 Then she heard a new sound directly behind her. It sounded almost 
00061 111 like someone on skis. Suddenly fear was an icy taste in her mouth, 
00062 111 a searing stab in her chest. She bent lower, willing herself to go
00063 111 faster, ever faster. =Julie preferred to crash rather than have 
00064 111 someone get her.    But it was going to get her anyway, no matter
00065 111 what she did. Now it was directly in back of her, now coming 
00066 111 alongside, now it reached out to her. It was going to grab her. She
00067 111 felt its presence only a breath away. Now it was clawing at her 
00068 111 wrist. No, no, no, she screamed in silent terror.    Go away,
00069 111 she screamed. Get away from me. She pushed with her pole at the 
00070 111 nameless thing behind her.

00071 111 =Tektite is a huge place. It looked like a spaceship that had
00072 111 landed on the ocean floor. It stood on stilts. Ramps led up to 
00073 111 its underside. Some underwater tractors were pushing tons of rock
00074 111 from the mines up the ramps.   =Ty's father was waiting inside.
00075 111  Perfect timing, he boomed at =Ty. I've just come off my shift.
00076 111 Now tell me all the news from home while I show you around the
00077 111 camp. Did you pass your math exam?    As they started off
00078 111 together, =Ty felt the floor suddenly shake. His father steadied
00079 111 him, laughed, and said it happened all the time at =Tektite =3000.

00080 111 He was getting his ship ready for a trip to the polar seas. =Hall
00081 111 decided to take another ship with him to hold extra supplies.
00082 111 So he arranged for the =Rescue to sail along with his own ship.
00083 111    It was an unlucky voyage. But the =Rescue was the one that 
00084 111 had trouble. On September =27, =1860, the two ships were at anchor
00085 111 in =Frobisher bay. At noon the wind started to blow. By evening
00086 111 the wind was stronger and snow was falling. By eight o'clock
00087 111 those on the deck of the =GeorgeHenry could see the =Rescue rolling
00088 111 and tossing in the storm. At =10:30, a sailor on watch burst into 
00089 111 =Hall's cabin. The =Rescue's anchor is not holding, he shouted!

00090 111 A dictionary is like a box of candy. When your mind is hungry for
00091 111 something rich and satisfying, you can browse around and pick up 
00092 111 any new words that look interesting and take little nibbles of
00093 111 them. If you don't like them, you forget them. You would get sick if
00094 111 you tried to eat a whole dictionary at once.   In =1883, when 
00095 111 =Maggie =Mitchell was sixteen, she graduated from high school in 
00096 111 =Richmond at the head of her class. She was considered ready to 
00097 111 go to work. But jobs for black people, especially women, were hard
00098 111 work and paid little. That didn't matter to =Maggie. She knew what 
00099 111 she wanted, to work in the business world. Her teachers had told her
00100 111 that she was good with numbers.
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 122-2; 200-2; 248-7; 315-9; 366-3; 436-3; 496-6; 513-0.

&&111
What follows is a true story of how =Abbie and her mother
and three
young sisters weathered one of the worst storms of the =1800's
alone. =Father had set sail for the mainland on January =19, =1856,
thinking the January thaw had begun.    The girls stamped about in
their snowshoes for over an hour, pelting one another with
snowballs
and playing with the hens. It was good to hear sisters
laughing 
Again, =Abbie thought, as she finished her morning
chores.    While
the girls were eating dinner, the kitchen became so dark
that =Abbie
got up to light the kitchen lamp. As she did so, a gust 
of wind
whined down the chimney.

I'm afraid so =Helen, I said. We've done our best for
him, but I 
honestly don't think there he has much chance.    =Helen
hurried out
to the stockroom and returned with an empty box. I can
make a bed
for him, and he'll sleep in our room, =Jim.   Later, on
the darkness
of our bedroom, I looked from my pillow at a cozy scene:
our dog,
=Sam, in his basket on one side of the flickering fire
and the cat,
cushioned and blanketed in his box, on the other.   As I
floated off
to sleep, it was good to know that my patient was so
comfortable,
but I wondered if he would be alive in the morning.

The moon provided little light as they started down the
dark road. 
Familiar things on the farm looked strange. =Hamish had
to hurry to
 keep up with the soldier's long strides. Once the man
stopped, and
=Hamish jabbed the muzzle of the pistol into his back.
The soldier
hurried forward.   At last the American campfires showed.
A guard
saw them and a called out, Who's there?   A patriot and
his 
prisoner, called =Hamish.   A group of American soldiers
gathered 
 around and hooted with laughter. The redcoat turned and
looked at
 =Hamish for the first time. His jaws fell open. Then he
dropped
 the bag and threw up his hands. Me, one of King =George's
finest,
 made prisoner by a rebel brat! The soldiers took the
redcoat away.
 In =Vineland, NewJersey, one summer, pedestrians were
astonished
 when an English sparrow darted down from the branches of
trees, 
 alighted on their shoulders, and peered intently into
their faces.
 Residents were equally amazed when the same bird flew in
at their 
 open windows. It fluttered about, examining their rooms,
and flew
 out again. The mystery grew for several days. Then the
following
 advertisement appeared in the =Vineland =Times-Journal.
Lost,
 Tame female English sparrow. Reward. Call =1291J.    That

advertisement brought about the return of the remarkable
pet. It
 also revealed a boy and bird companionship which was as
interesting
 as it was unusual.

   Mr =Nicks, her coach, walks over to her. He uses his
fingers to do
 a spin and bends his legs to show the right footwork.
Then, with his
 hands on his hips, he signals for her to start again.
Another coach
 begins filming =Tai with a video camera. She takes off
and skates
 faster than ever, leaning into her turns past the camera
and heading
 toward the place Mr =Hhicks has pointed out with his
hand. At that 
 spot =Tai leaps way out, twists in the air, and spins
high. This 
 time she lands on her skates, but a split second later
she has
 fallen again.

 But there was not a single diamond to be found in any of
their pans.
 After a wile another visitor turned up. Hey! =Sniff out
some
 diamonds. But it was obvious that diamonds cannot be
found by smell.
 It wasn't a lucky day for the prospectors, but they all
had fun.
    =Jot and =Jet can't really read an air mileage table
of course.
 But if they could, they would find the information they
want quickly
 and easily.   A mileage table is just one of many
different kinds of
 tables. Tables are a good way of showing many related
facts in a 
 form that is easy to read and understand.

 Then she heard a new sound directly behind her. It
sounded almost 
 like someone on skis. Suddenly fear was an icy taste in
her mouth, 
 a searing stab in her chest. She bent lower, willing
herself to go
 faster, ever faster. =Julie preferred to crash rather
than have 
 someone get her.    But it was going to get her anyway,
For matter
 what she did. Now it was directly in back of her, now
coming 
 alongside, now it reached out to her. It was going to
grab her. She
 felt its presence only a breath away. Now it was clawing
at her 
 wrist. No, no, no, she screamed in silent terror.    Go
away,
 she screamed. Get away from me. She pushed with her pole
at the 
 nameless thing behind her.

  =Tektite is a huge place. It looked like a spaceship that
had
  landed on the ocean floor. It stood on stilts. Ramps led
up to 
  its underside. Some underwater tractors were pushing tons
of rock
  from the mines up the ramps.   =Ty's father was waiting
inside.
   Perfect timing, he boomed at =Ty. I've just come off my
shift.
  Now tell me all the news from home while I show you
around the
  camp. Did you pass your math exam?    As they started off
  together, =Ty felt the floor suddenly shake. His father
saddled
 him, laughed, and said it happened all the time at
=Tektite =3 .

  He was getting his ship ready for a trip to the polar
seas. =Hall
  decided to take another ship with him to hold extra
supplies.
  So he arranged for the =Rescue to sail along with his own
ship.
     It was an unlucky voyage. But the =Rescue was the one
that 
  had trouble. On September =27, =1860, the two ships were
at anchor
  in =Frobisher bay. At noon the wind started to blow. By
evening
  the wind was stronger and snow was falling. By eight
o'clock
  those on the deck of the =GeorgeHenry could see the
=Rescue rolling
  and tossing in the storm. At =10:30, a sailor on watch
burst into 
  =Hall's cabin. The =Rescue's anchor is not holding, he
shouted!

  A dictionary is like a box of candy. When your mind is
hungry for
  something rich and satisfying, you can browse around and
pick up 
  any new words that look interesting and take little
nibbles of
  them. If you don't like them, you forget them. You would
get sick if
  you tried to eat a whole dictionary at once.   In =1883,
when 
  =Maggie =Mitchell was sixteen, she graduated from high
school in 
  =Richmond at the head of her class. She was considered
ready to 
  go to work. But jobs for black people, especially women,
were hard
  work and paid little. That didn't matter to =Maggie. She
knew what 
  she wanted, to work in the business world. Her teachers
had told her
that she was good with numbers.
&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN  (1985)  6TH GRADE       SF19856T.ASC
BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL by Richard L. Attington et al
Source: Elmira College xxeroxed, scanned and edited DPH 12-18-92
Focus Series

&&111
While he was in the kitchen pretending to
warm the soup, which was not actually cold
at all, =Pio listened to his brothers. The man
who could ride his horse at full gallop past
=Leonor's balcony and toss a rubber ball into
her lap three days in a row would win
=Leonor's hand in marriage.
Carlos and =Pedro decided to try their luck
immediately. They put on their =Sunday suits
and rode off. As soon as they had
disappeared from sight, =Pio went to the patio
and called:  =Aqui, =mi =caballitol, Come here,
my little horse.  In an instant there was a
puff of rainbow-colored smoke and out
stepped the little horse.
 What do you want, =Pio? 
 I want to marry =Leonor, =Don =Nicanor's
beautiful daughter. But to do so I must ride at
full gallop past her balcony three times. And
each time I must toss a little rubber ball into
her lap. Can you help me? 
 I can and I will, but only if you make me
a promise. 
 =What type of a promise?  inquired =Pio.
 You must promise not to ask questions, 
not one question, no matter what I do.  



=James =Fixx discovered he liked running very
much. He ran every chance he got. Then he wrote
two books about running that became best sellers.

There are many different ideas about what
is the best food for runners to eat. In an
earlier time, some people said that athletes
who wanted to be best at hurdles should eat
kangaroo meat! One runner I know nibbles on
raw sweet-potatoes and another keeps canned
sardines in his office. Another runner eats
baby food during long races.
When I was running the marathon in
southern =Greece it was a very hot day. Every
few miles the runners were offered an orange
liquid in paper cups. When I tried to drink
some as I ran, it sloshed onto my chest and
got thick. Before many miles passed I began
to feel like an orange lollipop left too long in
the sun.


Now fair winds and the warm southern
sun favored =Neptune's =Car. =Mary had more
time to nurse =Joshua.
As she worked on her charts one day,
=Mary saw that the ship was nearing
=California.  Soon the strange voyage of
=Neptune's =Car will be over,  =Mary thought.
 I'll miss this ship. I'm proud to be its
captain. I'm proud that I brought it safely for
eight =thousand miles. 
One morning =Neptune's =Car sailed into =San
=Francisco =Bay. Crowds watched her come in.
=Mary could see the other captains studying
the ship closely. Their faces showed surprise
that a woman was at the captain's post.
Before noon the sails came down and the
clipper was tied up at the dock.
=Joshua was rushed to the hospital. Close
friends brought =Mary to their home.
 What a brave thing you did, =Mary,  they
said to her. Mary looked across the bay to the
open sea.
 For the past =fifty nights I have slept in
my clothing. Tonight I hope to have a hot
bath and sleep in a soft, dry bed. I hope
=Joshua will be all right.  Then she sighed.
 I'm so tired. 

It was the month after my twelfth birthday
when =Maria came for the weekend, and
stayed for a year. She was fourteen years old,
and had come from =Havana, =Cuba, to live
with her aunt in =New =York.
Her aunt was a selfish, heartless woman.
She was about to ship the girl off to friends.
It was then that =Maria telephoned my mother.
My mother knew her family well. She invited
=Maria to spend the weekend with us at our
home on =Long Island in =New =York.
From that first weekend on, my parents,
my mother mostly, seemed to live only to
make =Maria comfortable and happy. From
morning till night all I heard was poor =Maria.
All alone in an unfamiliar country. We must
do all we can to make her happy. It seemed
to me that my parents were constantly
concerned with =Maria. I began to feel that
they no longer loved me, their own daughter.



What happens when you get a cold sore?
A cold sore is a painful, reddish spot that
appears around the lips and sometimes at the
base of the nose. The spot swells up and gets
oozy. It usually lasts for a week or two.
When it begins to heal, a scab forms. The
scab falls off when the sore is all healed
beneath it.
What happens after you get your first cold sore?
The cold sore is caused by a virus that
works in a very interesting way. After the
n first time you get the cold-sore virus, it moves
into a nerve inside the lining of the mouth. It
goes up that nerve to its end, behind your
eye in your skull. There it sits and waits, even
though you have no idea it's there. Then, at
some time, you become sick with a cold or
have some other body hardship. Your body is
too busy fighting other things to worry about
the cold-sore virus. The virus takes this time
to steal back down the nerve and come out
around your lip or nose. There it bothers you
by causing a cold sore.



No one wanted to go, but hunger
drove them out of the town back to the
country.
They found the villages overgrown with
bush and weeds. But soon the sounds of
axes, hoes, knives, and voices sang over the
land. The people worked from morning to
night. They dug, planted, and weeded.
Hunger was pushing them on.
The plants grew. When the harvest came,
there were many crops and they were good.
The people had food to eat.
In the evenings after work, the adults
rested together in front of their huts while the
children made up games. One evening, while
chasing each other, the children ran into a hut
and spied something overhead among the
cobwebs. One boy climbed on an old bench
and brought down a thing made of wood.
A little girl brushed the cobwebs and dust
from the smooth, brown wood. Seeing that it
was a mandolin, she strummed it. A beautiful
thing happened. The mandolin began to play
by itself, making the most charming sounds.
It made sounds of sighing lake water, and
sounds like birds songs. It made sounds of
happy chattering monkeys, and sounds like

=Mountain climbers have long used crampons
to walk across ice fields. What makes an
ice-climbing crampon different are the spikes
that stick straight out from the front. Using
these spikes, climbers can drive their feet
straight forward into a steep wall of ice. These
spikes hold the mountain climber up.
Ice axes are also important. By carrying an
ax in each hand and jamming the point into
ice, climbers can get a strong hold for their
hands.
But ice is treacherous and there are
sometimes close calls. A large piece can break
loose as the ax point bites in. Or an avalanche
can bring ice and snow crashing down on the
climber. For that reason it is important to
have a safety rope anchored to something.
Often the only thing to hold the rope is the
ice itself. Climbers use holding devices that can
be driven into the ice, where they will freeze
into the surface and tightly fasten a rope.



You can probably tell that the women in
the picture are on another planet. Right now
they are not able to breathe well. Can you
find the cause in the picture? Yes, they are
covered by a strange purple fog.

Sharpen Your Skills

In the picture you saw a cause and an
effect. The effect was that the women could
not breathe well. The cause was the purple
fog. The purple fog caused the women to have
breathing problems. Often when you read you
cannot understand a story well unless you
understand what is happening and why it is
happening. A cause is why something happened.
An effect is what happened. On the next page
are some tips for finding causes and effects.



Long ago, a terrible giant named =Thorps
lived in =England. Not only was he big and
ugly; he bragged a lot too.
There also lived nearby a tiny boy called
=Bit. =Bit just loved to read. And he just hated
doing his heavy farm chores.
One day, while =Bit was trying to read, the
giant was bragging so loudly that =Bit could
not hear himself think.  Enough!  =Bit said.
He tramped off to meet the giant face to face.
 Hey, you!  he yelled out when he saw
=Thorps.  You're not as strong as you think! 
=Thorps whirled around.  Why, you little
snippet!  he sneered when he saw =Bit.
Bit climbed up on a rock so he was as tall
as the giant.  Let's see how strong you are.
Put your arms straight out in front of you.
Now make the strongest fists you can and put
one fist on top of the other. 



Chances are there's a little bit of
everything mixed up in your feelings =You
may be feeling angry. If you've been hurt,
you may also want to hurt your friend in
return. And perhaps there's a real wish to
patch things up, to understand and be
understood.
The single most important thing you can
do when you are having a quarrel with
someone is to let him or her know how you
feel. Tell your friend just as honestly as you
can. Invite your friend to do the same. Say
exactly what is on your mind.
Suppose your friend =Cathy said she
couldn't go roller skating with you because
she was sick. Later you found out she went
to a movie with someone else. Go up to her
and simply say,  =Cathy, you told me you
were sick last night. But I heard you went to
a movie with someone else. That really hurt.
What happened? 
You have not said she was disloyal. You
have not called her names. You just told her
what you heard and asked her to explain. You
have been honest and strong enough to let
her know how you feel.
You could have ignored her for a whole
week and never answered when she spoke to
you.
&&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN  (1987)  6TH GRADE         SF19876T.ASC
DISTANT VIEWS by Richard L. Allington et al
Source: SUNY Cortland xe4rox scan edit by DPH January 14, 1993

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=Oria =Douglas-Hamilton, a
photographer, was born in =Kenya, a
country on the east coast of =Africa.
She grew up among the =Masai
and at an early age was taught
to hunt by a =Masai warrior. She and
her husband, =Iain, a zoologist, moved
to =Lake =Manyara  in =Tanzania to study the
elephants of =East =Africa in their
natural habitat. This article tells how
=Oria =Douglas-Hamilton began her
work photographing the elephants.

I wanted to build a photographic
story of individual elephants.
First I would have to learn how to



 =Fergy liked it. That must mean it's good,  =Mikey said to
=Morgan. 
 I don't need him to tell me that. I know it already,  he
said.
 I don't get it,  =PJ interjected.  Just how would this
thing work? 
 It's not terribly complicated, =PJ,  =Morgan replied.  Not
like elementary algebra or plane geometry or something like
that. I'll explain. Let's say a kid comes into our trading
company with something he wants to trade. 
 Like what, =Morgan?  =Sanford piped up.
 =Um, let's say it's a kite, okay? 
 A new one or an old, beat-up one, =Morgan? 
 Stow it, =Sanford. Don't be a pest. Say this kid brings in
this kite. We look it over. We put a value on it. We tell him
it's worth that amount and he can trade it for anything we
have worth the same amount. 
 Anything we have where?  =PJ asked.
=Morgan frowned.  Good question! In our inventory, that's
where. 
 Where do we get the inventory from?  =Mikey asked.
 Out of the air,  =PJ mumbled.
 Out of our garages is more like it,  =Fergy added.
 Mine's so full of junk, it looks like the =Pasadena =Flea =Market
on alternate =Sundays. My dad would probably pay us to
take it away, if he had any money, that is. 

=Jerry =Miller says terrible things about me behind my
back. I know he does because he says terrible things
about me to my face.
 You stink, =Caine. You really stink,  he says. His folded,
muscular arms neatly frame the bright red lettering
printed across his chest.
 Batter up!  someone shouts.
 Well, don't just stand there,  =Miller says. I put on a big
show of ignoring him as I shuffle up to home plate,
dragging a bat behind me. It makes a thin, wavering path
through the footprints of many predecessors.
=Miller is right. I do stink. I stink at football, basketball,
soccer, tennis, and volleyball even.  Volleyball isn't as bad
as the others, because if you miss a volley, you can
always blame it on the person behind you.  Every season
there is something new for me to stink at. A basket to
miss, a ball to fumble, a net to ensnare me, all
punctuated by =Jerry =Miller's anguished cry of  =Caine, you
stink! You hear me? Stink!  =When he's especially upset,
he'll spell it out,  =S-T-I-N-K , like some kind of
cheerleader in reverse, each letter echoing crisply from
wall to wall in our modern gymnasium. The other kids say
nothing. I think they believe that humiliation helps build
your character, or something like that.



The =Maracaibo =Basin. This region includes =Lake
=Maracaibo and the lowlands around it. The lake is the largest
in =South =America. It is smaller, though, than the smallest of
=North =Ameriea's =Great =Lakes, =Lake =Ontario. Almost all of
the basin is circled by mountains. The mountain barrier and
the area's low latitude make the basin humid and hot. Thick
forests grow around =Lake =Maracaibo.

The most important resource of the =Maracaiho =Basin is
oil. Forests of oil derricks cover long stretches of the lake's
shores. Many stand in the lake itself. Oil was discovered in
the region in =1918. Since then, =Venezuela has become one of
the world's leading producers of oil. The =United =States
imports much of its oil from =Venezuela. The =Andean =Highlands.
East of the =Maracaibo =Basin is the =Andean =Highlands =Region.
This is a land of towering mountain ranges and deep river valleys.
=Venezuela's highest mountain peak, =PicoBolivar is within this
region. It is over =16'000 feet above sea Ievel.
Both the =Highlands and the =Maracaibo =Basin are in the
low latitudes. Look at the map on page =359. What is the
latitude of =Maracaibo, a city in the =Maracaibo =Basin? What is
the latitude of =Caracas, a city in the =Andes =Highlands?
Though both of these cities have similar latitudes their
climates are very different. See the chart on this page. Which
of the three cities listed has the warmest average annual
temperature? Which has the coldest? Why do these cities
have such different annual temperatures?
The =Plains =Region. This area is between the =Andean
=Highlands and the =Guiana =Highlands. Large cattle ranches
cover most of this grassland region. Farmers raise rice, sugar .
cane, cocao, and coconuts. The longest river in =Venezuela,
the =Orinoco  brings water to the plains. Yet most of the land is
dry and needs irrigation for farming.

The =Guiana =Highlands. This mountainous region is
southwest of the plains. It is made up of high, forest-covered
plateaus cut deeply by swift-flowing rivers. The world's
highest waterfall, =Angel =Falls, is in the =Guiana =Highlands. It
falls =3'212, feet. Few people live in the region because of the
thick forests and mountainous terrain. Large deposits of iron
ore have been found on the northern rim of the highlands.
Mining is bringing more people to this rugged land.


 A =Fflam is clever!  he exclaimed.  I'll soon have the
knack of it, and play my harp as well as I rule my
kingdom !  
At last he fancied himself ready to stand before the
=High =Council of =Bards to ask to be ranked among their
number.
 A =Fflam goes forth!  cried =Fflewddur.  Gird on my
sword! Saddle my charger! But have a care, she's wild
and mettlesome. 
All his subjects who could spare the time gathered to
cheer him on, to wave farewell, and to wish him good
speed.
 It saddens them to see me go,  =Fflewddur sighed.  But
a =Fflam is faithful! Even as a famous bard, I'll do my
kingly duty as carefully as ever. 
And so he journeyed to golden-towered =Caer =Dathy
and eagerly hastened to the =Council =Chamber.
 A =Fflam is quick-witted!  he cried confidently.  Prove
me as you please! I've got every morsel of learning on the
tip of my tongue, and every harp-tune at my fingers
ends !  
However, when the =Council and the =Chief =Bard
questioned him deeply, all that =Fflewddur had learned
flew out of his head like a flock of sparrows. He gave the
right answers to the wrong questions, the wrong answers
to the right questions; and worst of all, when he fumbled
to strike a tune on his harp it slipped from his grasp and
shattered in a =thousand splinters on the flagstones. Then
=Fflewddur bowed his head and stared wretchedly at his
boots, knowing he had failed.
 Alas, you are not ready to be one of us,  the =Chief =Bard
regretfully told him. But then, with all his poet's wisdom
and compassion, the =Chief =Bard pitied the hapless king,


Then in seventh grade he got a hint
of what real science is when he
entered a county science fair, and
lost.  It was really a sad feeling to sit
there and not get anything while
everybody else had won something, 
=Ebright said. His entry was slides of
frog tissues, which he showed under a
microscope. He realized the winners
had tried to do real experiments, not
simply make a neat display.
Already the competitive spirit that
drives =Richard =Ebright was appearing.
 I knew that for the next year's fair I
would have to do a real experiment, 
he said.  The subject I knew most
about was the insect work I'd been
doing in the past several years. 
So he wrote to Dr =Urquhart for
ideas, and back came a stack of
suggestions for experiments. Those
kept =Ebright busy all through high
school and led to prize projects in
county and international science fairs.
For his eighth grade project, =Ebright
tried to find the cause of a viral disease
that kills nearly all monarch caterpillars
every few years. =Ebright thought the
disease might be carried by a beetle.
He tried raising caterpillars in the
presence of beetles.  I didn't get any
real results,  he said.  But I went
ahead and showed that I had tried the
experiment. This time I won. 
The next year his science fair project
was testing the theory that viceroy
butterflies copy monarchs. The theory
was that viceroys look like monarchs
because monarchs don't taste good to
birds. Viceroys, on the other hand, do
taste good to birds. So the more they
look like monarchs, the less likely they
are to become a bird's dinner.
=Ebright's project was to see whether,
in fact, birds would eat monarchs. He
found that a starling would not eat
ordinary bird food. It would eat all the
monarchs it could get.  =Ebright said
later research by other people shows
viceroys probably do copy the
monarch.  This project placed first in
the zoology division and third overall in
the county science fair.
&&000 HOLT, RINEHART & WINSTON (1983) 6TH GRADE   WIN9836T.ASC
RIDERS ON THE EARTH by Bernard J. Weiss, Loreli Olsen Steuer
Level 15 Grade 6
Source: SUNY Cortland xeroxed, scanned and edited by DPH 12-15-92

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It was then the crashing began. First a sharp crackling,
like a monstrous snapping of twigs; then a roar like the
fall of a whole forest of trees; then an explosion that tore
earth and sky. The heavens, though =Tito could not see
them, were shot through with continual flickering of fire.
Lightnings above were answered by thunders beneath. A
house fell. Then another. By a miracle the two  
companions had escaped the dangerous side streets and were
in a more open space. It was the =Forum. They rested here
a while, how long he did not know.
=Tito had no idea of the time of day. He could feel it
was black, an unnatural blackness. Something inside, 
perhaps the lack of breakfast and lunch, told him it was
past noon. But it didn't matter. Nothing seemed to matter.
He was getting drowsy, too drowsy to walk. But walk he
must. He knew it. And =Bimbo knew it; the sharp tugs
told him so. Nor was it a moment too soon. The sacred
ground of the =Forum was safe no longer. It was beginning
to rock, then to pitch, then to split. As they stumbled out
of the square, the earth wriggled like a snake caught, and
all the columns of the temple of =Jupiter came down. It
was the end of the world, or so it seemed. To walk was
not enough now. They must run. =Tito was too frightened
to know what to do or where to go. He had lost all sense
of direction.  He started to go back to the inner gate; but
=Bimbo, straining his back to the last inch, almost pulled
his clothes from him. What did the creature want? Had
the dog gone mad?



that they, and I, will remember. And I further wish that
our tournament may begin all over again and proceed as
originally planned by history. Only twice as much so,
he added to be on the safe side.
 Now may I have it back, please?  =Katharine asked
when he had done.
 And I thirdly wish,  he said,  for the future protection
of the world from the terrible good intentions of these
children, and for their protection against their own folly,
that this charm may, for twice the length of time that
it shall be in their hands, grant no further wishes carrying
said children out of their own century and country, but
that they may find whatsoever boon the magic may have
in store for them in their own time and place.  He put
the charm into =Katharine's hands.  And now you'd best
be going. Because in less than a minute by my wish, it
will he as though you'd never appeared here. And if you
aren't home when that happens, goodness knows where
you will be! 
But what about the good deed I wished?  said
=Katharine.  Not a single one of all those I tried worked
out! 
My child,  said =Merlin, and his smile was very kind
now,  you have done your good deed. You have brought
me word that for as far into time as the twentieth century,
the memory of =Arthur and of the =Round =Table, which
I helped him to create, will be living yet. And that in
that far age people will still care for the ideal I began,
enough to come back through time and space to try to
be of service to it. You have brought me that word, and
now I can finish my work in peace and know that I have
done well. And if that's not a good deed, I should like
to know what is. Now good-by. Wish quickly. You have
exactly seventeen seconds. 


you such good brains that you will be the wisest person
in all the =Land of =Oz.
=SCARECROW: I thought you asked =Dorothy to kill her.
=LADY: So I did. I don't care who kills her. Until she is
dead, I will not grant your wish.

 Lights dim. When lights come up again, =Oz is sitting on throne,
disguised as a horrible beast. =TIN =WOODMAN enters and bows. =Oz
roars. 

=Oz: I am =Oz, the great and terrible. Who are you, and
why do you seek me?
=TIN =WOODMAN: I am a woodman, and made of tin.
Therefore I have no heart, and cannot love. Please give
me a heart so that I may be like others.
=Oz: If you indeed desire a heart, you must earn it. Help
=Dorothy kill the =Wicked =Witeh of the =West. I will then
give you the biggest and kindest and most loving heart
in all the =Land of =Oz.

 He roars. =TIN =WOODMAN exits. Lights dim. When
lights come up again, there is a huge hall of  fire 
hanging over throne. =Oz is concealed behind screen.
=COWARDLY =LION enters timidly.

=Oz  =From behind screen : I am =Oz, the great and terrible.
Who are you, and why do you seek me?
=LION: I am a cowardly lion, though I am supposed to be
=King of =Beasts. I am frightened of everything I see, so I
have come to ask if you will give me courage.
=Oz: I will grant you courage only if you will do something
for me. Help =Dorothy kill the =Wicked =Witch of the
=West. Then I will make you the most courageous beast
in all the forest. I am =Oz, the great and terrible.

=Giles was standing outside, watching the crowd  
streaming by, when he felt himself grabbed by the shoulders.
He turned around to find =Gribby.
 Thanks a lot, kid,  =Grilly said.
 Why me?' asked =Giles.
 Well, you started it, didn't you? It was your bright
idea. And now look what's happened. 
What has happened? 
One of the chaps who sat with Mr =Norton runs the
=Star =Hall. Mr =Norton brought him over while we were
packing up our kit, and he's booked us to play for the
dancing on the first =Saturday of each month for the next
three months. 
 That's good,  said =Giles.
 Good? It's fabulous! What's more, he's going to pay
us! 
When =Giles reached home, he and =Linda told Mrs
=Maxwell what had happened at school, what Mr =Norton
had said, and what =Gribby had said afterward. They were
still in the middle of it when =Martin came in. He bounced
into the room in a new way, not at all the usual  
slouching, scowling =Martin.
 You heard the show?  he asked =Giles.
 Yes,  said =Giles.  It was tremendous. 
 First time we've played to a crowd,  said =Martin.  A
bit frightening to tell you the truth. My fingers felt like
boiled sausages for the first numbers. Well, you did us a
bit of good with your argument with Mr =Marshall. Many
thanks. 
An hour later the =Maxwells and =Giles were Sitting down
to supper. It was a happy meal. Looking around him,
=Giles felt warm and content. He liked being in the  
=Maxwell's house, even though =Linda was her bossy self and
=Martin's friendly manner might not be long lasting.


falcons, raccoons, crickets, turtles, and dogs. My brothers
and I would watch them with great curiosity as they went
about their lives. Every weekend of our childhood was an
adventure. Our father would take us along the =Potomac
=River to canoe, fish, and swim. There he taught =US about
the plants and animals, how to make a meal off the land,
and to enjoy the wild freshness of the country. From these
experiences came the idea of =My =Side of the =Mountain, a
book which was later made into a movie.
When I was eight years old, I knew I wanted to be a
writer. My third-grade teacher sent our class to the
blackboard to solve arithmetic problems. I had no idea
how to do my assignment, but the blackboard was before
me, the chalk in my hands and I thought I should do
something. I wrote a poem an l sat down. Fortunately
Mrs =Clark was an extraordinary teacher. She did not  
reprimand me, but quietly announced that I had written a
lovely poem. I have been writing ever since.
The =Big =Spring,  is taken from =Spring =Comes to the
=Ocean, a book that I wrote several years ago. When I
learned that spring comes to the sea just as it does to the
land, I took my three children, =Twig, =Craig, and =Luke to
Street =Thomas Island in the =Virgin Islands to see it come. We
put on snorkles and goggles and all four of us swam down
among the fishes, corals, porpoises, and crabs.
Under the sea, spring was dramatic and beautiful and
was suspended in a dream world of blue water and sunlit
lights. Luke and =Craig surfaced with living gems for my
book. Twig and I swam side by side, she pointing out
gleaming caverns and bespangled fish that eventually
were to be part of my story. Trips to the research stations
at =Bimini and =Woods =Hole completed the background
material. Then on a cold winter's night, far from the
sound of the sea, I wrote =Spring =Comes to the =Ocean.



my people, explaining what's happened to us and telling
them that I can't leave you. They, they've agreed that
you must come with me. 
They gasped. He read their sudden confusion. How
could they drop everything?  They needed time to
think, to plan .
 There's no time left,  he hurried to say.  You won't
need anything from here, just flashlights to see your way
through the woods . 
Suddenly =Sally said,  =Oh, =Jon, I think it would be
wonderful to live in a place where all the animals were
friendly, and nobody hunted them. Please, =Daddy,  
Yes,  said =Mary.
=Thomas said,  =Okay, =Jon. How do we manage to get
away from the house? 
After I leave, wait a few minutes,  he told them.
 When you hear shouts out in the pasture, get in the truck
and drive as fast as you can up to the gap trail. Then
climb to the gap. I'll meet you up there. 
Before they could ask questions, he darted to the
kitchen door, unlocked it, and raced outside.
He reached the enclosure in two bounds and released
=Rascal.  Stay behind me,  he ordered.  Keep quiet. 
Where was =Gilby now? His flying feet took him across
the garden and over the pasture fence. As he touched the
pasture, he heard a shrill whistle from the road and an
answering whistle ahead. It was still twilight, and he had
been seen already. It was better than he had hoped for.
He slowed, pretending to be undecided. In the shadows
ahead he could make out =Gilby and =Angus and several
others. He realized that they planned to fire the barn and
draw attention from =Jon =O'Connor. But =Jon =O'Connor was
here, and he could see =Angus, who carried an oil can,
gaping at him in astonishment and disbelief and fear.

 I already know the answer,  =Little =Jon told him,
pointing instantly to the south.  It's a short distance over
that ridge yonder. You see, I've been watching the way
the roads and the valleys curve. 
I'll be jiggered! There's not a man in a =hundred would
guess that, unless he'd been raised around here. It's only
two miles through a gap back of the =Holliday place, if
you know the trail. 
Oh! 
=Thomas =Bean frowned at him.  What's worrying you,
=Jon? 
I was wondering why Mr =Macklin's boys would steal, 
and why Mr =Macklin would let them. 
Great guns, how would  you ever get such an idea? 
Well, you've been thinking they did, and Mr =Macklin
knows they did, because yesterday when he stopped at
the shop, he was thinking about it.  =Little =Jon paused
and looked up earnestly.  Please, Mr =Bean, you mustn't
believe that I'm always looking into other people's heads.
It isn't,   =He groped for a word.  It isn't polite or even
right. The only reason I've been doing it is so I could
learn. I had to do it. And sometimes you have thoughts
that are so strong, they, they seem to jump out at me.
It goes with the way you feel. It was that way with Mr
=Macklin. Yesterday he was thinking about his boys  
carrying things over the gap, from a house on this side. It didn't
mean anything to me then, but now I understand why
the thought was so strong. 
Good grief!  =Thomas muttered, staring at him. He
began snapping his fingers.  What a thing to know, and
we can't say a word about it. 
=Thomas gave a worried shake of his head and adjusted
the knapsack over his shoulder.  Let's forget about the
=Macklins and see if we can find the spot we're after.


Our writing system, based on the =Greek and =Roman
alphabets, depends on arranging lines of writing from left
to right, one after another on pages. It depends on orderly
spelling, on space between words, on punctuation, and on
capitalization. A writing system is a code designed to  
capture the sounds of spoken language.


=Ray caught hold of the bars, shook them, and gave a polite
cough to get the attention of the police officer who was
looking out towards the horizon. The officer turned and
stared at the boys, but he did not open the gate.
 Can we come through?  =Ray asked, with a smile.
 Pass, please!  the officer said.
Ray thought at first he meant they must pass the gate.
Then he realized the police officer wanted to see their
passes.
 We haven't got a pass,  =Ray said.  We want to go to
the tourist bureau. 
The officer shook his head.  No pass, no come,  he
announced.
It was useless to stay at the gate any longer, so the two
boys moved away. Ray sat down on the edge of the
pavement an l put his head in his hands. Tears began to
trickle through his fingers and drip into the dust. Anti
tugged at =Ray's sleeve, but =Ray shook him off. He did
not want the =Finnish boy to look at him while he was
in this state.  I'm all right,  he muttered.  Just leave me
alone, can't you? 
 =Ray,  said =Anti.  Come! Please! Look!  His voice was
so urgent that =Ray looked up, forgetting the tear marks
he had been hoping to hide.
 All right,  he said, getting to his feet. He looked in
the direction =Anti was pointing. There, about two short
blocks away, was Mrs =MacLaren, the =English lady! Ray
suddenly awakened to what =Anti was after.  Anti,  he
cried,  you're a genius! 
And with that they headed towards Mrs =MacLaren,
calling her name as they ran. He turned =l7 and when she
 saw the boys approaching, she smiled with delight. =Ray,
out of breath from running, told her their story, and Mrs
=MacLaren threw up her hands in horror.