&&000 MGUFFY'S ELECTIC READERS (1896) 3RD GRADE MCG8963R.ASC XEROXED BY LOREEN WOLFER, TYPED/EDITED BY JANICE MASON April 2, 1993 RUN BY dph &&111 Sometimes you will find posts driven into the mountain side, upon which branches of trees and earth are spread. This forms a trembling foothold for the traveler. In the =Andes, in =South =America, the sure footed mule is used to carry travelers. Quite often a chasm must be crossed that is many feet wide and =hundreds of feet deep. The mule will leap across this chasm, but not until it is sure it can make a safe jump. "One day," says a traveler, "I went by the worst pass over the =Andes =Mountains. The path for =seventy yards was very narrow, and at one point it was washed entirely away. On one side the rock brushed my shoulder, and on the other side my foot overhung the precipice." The guide told this man, after he was safely over the pass, that, to his knowledge, four =hundred mules had fallen over that precipice, and in many instances travelers had lost their lives at that terrible spot. A =Child's =Hymn =God make my life a little light, Within the world to glow; A little flame that burn bright Wherever I may go. =God make my life a little flower, That give joy to all, Content to bloom in native bower, Although its place be small. =God make my life a little song, That comfort the sad; That help others to be strong, And makes the singer glad. =God make my life a little hymn Of tenderness and praise; Of faith, that never wax dim In all =His wondrous ways. Her mother was very much alarmed, and said, "Take the money back to the good gentleman at once, for it must have got into the dough by accident. Be quick, =Gretchen, be quick!" But when the little girl gave the rich man her mother's message, he said, "No, no, my child, it was no mistake. I had the silver pieces put into the smallest loaf to reward you. Always be as contented, peaceable, and grateful as you now are. Go home now, and tell your mother that the money is your own." "=Mamma," said =Susie =Dean, one summer's morning, "may I go to the woods, and pick berries?" "Yes," replied Mrs =Dean, "but you must take =Rover with you." =Susie brought her little basket, and her mother put up a nice lunch for her. She tied down the cover, and fastened a tin cup to it. The little girl called =Rover, a great =Newfoundland dot, and gave him a tin pail to carry. "If I bring it home full, =mamma," she said, "won't you make some berry cakes for tea?" Away she tripped, singing as she went down the lane and across the pasture. When she got to the woods, she put her dinner basket down beside a tree, and began to pick berries. =Rover ran about, chasing a squirrel or a rabbit now and then, but never straying far from =Susie. The tin pail was not a very small one. By the time it was two thirds full, =Susie began to feel hungry, and thought she would eat her lunch. =Rover came an took his place at her side as soon as she began to eat. Did she not give him some of the lunch? No, she was in a selfish mood, and did no such thing. will do any good, or that there will be any fun in it. =James. There! I told you he would not dare to throw it. =Henry. Why, =George, are you turning coward? I thought you did not fear anything. Come, save your credit, and throw it. I know you are not afraid. =George. Well, I am not afraid to throw. Give me the snowball. I would as soon throw it as not. =Whack! went the snowball against the door; and the boys took to their heels. =Henry was laughing as heartily as he could, to think what a fool he had made of =George. =George had a whipping for his folly, as he ought to have had. He was such a coward, that he was afraid of being called a coward. He did not dare refuse to do as =Henry told him, for fear that he would be laughed at. If he had been really a brave boy, he would have said, "=Henry, do you suppose that I am so foolish as to throw that snowball, just because you want to have me? You may throw your own snowballs, if you please!" =Henry would, perhaps, have laughed at him, and called him a coward. But =George would have said, "Do you think that I care for your laughing? I do not think it right to throw a snowball. I will not do that which I think to be wrong, if the whole town should join you in laughing." This would have been real courage. =Henry would have seen, at once, that it would do no good to laugh at a boy who had so bold a hear. You must have this fearless spirit, or you will get into trouble, and will be, and ought to be, disliked by all. In the old, old hall the old clock stands, And round and round move the steady hands; With its tick, tick, tick, both night and day, While seconds and minutes pass away. not belong to him; and =Tom's suspicion interfered sadly with his enjoyment. Finally, it became such a torment to him, that he had serious thoughts of burning it, or burying it, or giving it away; but a better plan suggested itself. "=Tom," said he, one day at recess, "didn't you say you thought you knew who owned that knife I found?" "Yes, I did; it looked like =Doctor =Perry's." And =Tom ran off to play, without giving the knife another thought. Dr =Perry's! Why, =Fred would have time to go to the doctor's office before recess closed: so he started in haste, and found the old gentleman getting ready to visit a patient. "Is this your," cried =Fred, in breathless haste, holding up the cause of a week's anxiety? "It was," said the doctor; "but I lost it the other day." "I found it," said =Fred, "and have felt like a thief ever since. Here, take it; I've got to run." "Hold on," said the doctor! "I've got a new one, and you are quite welcome to this." "Am I? May I? Oh! thank you!" And with what a different feeling he kept it from that which he had experienced for a week! Bats are very strange little animals, having hair like mice, and wings like birds. During the day, they live in crevices of rocks, in caves, and in other dark places. At night, they go forth in search of food; and, no doubt, you have seen them flying a few minutes, while he went to see the merchant who gave her the note. "Yes," said the merchant, when he had heard the banker's story, "I did make a mistake. I wrote =fifty instead of five =hundred. Give the poor widow five =hundred dollars, for such honesty is poorly rewarded with even that sum." A man was walking one day through a large city. On a street corner he saw a boy with a number of small birds for sale, in a cage. He looked with sadness upon the little prisoners flying about the cage, peeping through the wires, beating them with their wings, and trying to get out. He stood for some time looking at the birds. At last he said to the boy, "How much do you ask for your birds?" "=Fifty cents apiece, sir," said the boy. "I do not mean how much apiece," said the man, "but how much for all of them? I want to buy them all." The boy began to count, and found they came to five =dollars. "There is your money," said the man. The boy took it, well pleased with his morning's trade. No sooner was the bargain settled than the man opened the cage door, and let all the birds fly away. The boy, in great surprise, cried,"What did you do that for, sir? You have lost all your birds." But his cows never drank any water, And his sheep never needed a crook. For the pasture was gay as a garden, And it glowed with a flowery red; But the meadows had never a grass blade, And the brooklet, it slept in its bed: And it lay without sparkle or murmur, Nor reflected the blue of the skies; But the music was made by the shepherd, And the sparkle was all in his eyes. Oh, he sang like a bird in the summer! And, if sometimes you fancied a =bleat, That, too, was the voice of the shepherd, And not of the lambs at his feet. And the glossy brown cows were so gentle That they moved at the touch of his hand Over the wonderful, rosey red meadow, And they stood at the word of command. So he let all his sheep to the pasture, And his cows, by the side of the brook; Though it rained, yet the rain never pattered Over the beautiful way that they took. And it wasn't in =Fairyland either, But a house in the midst of the town, Where =Roy, as he looked from the window, Saw the silvery drops trickle down. For his pasture was only a table, With its cover so flowery fair, And his brooklet was just a green ribbon, That his sister had lost from her hair. And his cows were but glossy horse chestnuts, That had grown on his grandfather's tree; And his sheep only snow white pebbles, He had brought from the shore of the sea. And at length when the shepherd was weary, And had taken his milk and his bread, And his mother had kissed him and tucked him, And had bid him "good night" in his bed; Then there entered his big brother =Walter, While the shepherd was soundly asleep, And he cut up the cows into baskets, And to jackstones turned all of the sheep. =Johnny =Reed was a little boy who never had seen a snowstorm until he was six years old. Before this, he had lived in a warm country, where the sun shines down on beautiful