r !irit;t::it4:i;::t!»it')it:. (2) CHUMS. ^\ CALIFORNIA STATE SERIES A THIRD READER BY STRATTON D: BROOKS REVISED BY THE STATE TEXT-BOOK COMMITTEE AND APPROVED BV THE STATE BOARD OF EDUCATION SACRAMENTO W. W. Shannon, SuyEiiiNTENDENt Siate Printing n9-' ^- Copyright, 1910, by THE PEOPLE OF THE STATE OF OALIFORNIA. Copyright, 1906, by AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY. All right's reserved. EDUCATION DEPT. In the compilation of this book, certain matter from Brooks's Reader, Third Year, by Stratton D. Brooks, has been used. All such matter is protected by the copyi-ijjht entries noted above. CONTENTS f 5 1 I \^ ^ (_ -P The Magic Windows . . • • • • , 11 The Land of Story Books Robert Louis Stevenson . 16 Big, Round World . . Alice C. D. Riley 18 A Wonderful Ball Adapted 19 The Great, Wide World William Bri()htij Rands 21 Flowers that Tell Time . Kate L. Brown 22 Dandelion .... George Cooper 24 The Farmer's Wheat Field . W. E. Baldwin . 25 The Song of the Wheat Selected 27 The Song of the Mill Wheel Selected 29 The Sky Bridge . Christina G. Rossetti , . 30 The Apple-tree Mother . Selected 31 The Diamond Dipper • A n Old Legend . 39 Beautiful Things . David Swing 43 My Country .... Marie Zetterherg . 44 My Own Land Forever . John G. Whittier . 44 Home, Sweet Home John Howard Payne . 45 Verses for September,. October, Nc Dvember .... 46 Emilti Dickinson, Thomas Baile y A Idrich, Dora Read Goodale An Autumn Riddle , Selected . . ■ . 48 Leaves at Play Frank D. Sherman 48 M187505 6 Where Go the Boats Robert Louis Sterenson 49 The Corn Song . . . . John G. Whittier . 50 Shapes of Leaves . . . . Adupled . . . . 52 Dogs that ahnost Talk . Edith Carriiujton 56 A Little Girl's Fancies . Selected . . • . 60 A Boy's Wishes . . . . William Allingham 61 RoUo and George . . . . Jacob Abbott - 62 The Farmer's Story Jacob Abbott 64 The Dog and his Image JEsop . 68 Belling the Cat . ^sop . 69 The Dog in the Manger . JEsop . 70 A Wise Indian Adapted 70 Clovernook • . 73 The Poet Sisters . • • 76 Our Homestead . Phoebe Gary . 78 Suppose .... Phoebe Canj . 79 November .... . Alice Canj . 81 Columbus in the Nevs^ World . . 82 Columbus returns to Spain . . . 85 Colmnbus at the Court of Spain . . 87 The First Thanksgiving . Marian M. George . 90 Thanksgiving Day . Lydia Maria Child . 94 The Snow Baby . . Josephine D. Peary . 96 A Snow House . Adapted . 101 The Northern Seas . William Howitt . . 104 Verses for December, January ) February . Mary Mapet f Dodge . 106 PAflE Christmas Ever\'\vhere , . Phillips Brooks . . 107 The Christmas Song . Selected . 108 The Kew Year . Marie Zetterherg . . 110 How Plants Grow . . Adapted . Ill Talking in their Sleep . . Edith J/. Thomas . 115 A Riddle .... . George Macdonald 116 Snow-flakes .... . Frank Dempster Sherman 117 Fannie's IMenagerie . " Rainbows for Children " 118 How Lambkin -White was Savet 1 122 The Lamb .... . William Blake 129 The Xecklace of Truth . Old Fuirij Tales . . 130 Speak the Truth . . Selected 135 Saint Valentine . Adapted 135 A Famous Old House . . 138 Hiawatha's Hunting- . JlenrijWudsicorth Lnngfellori > no Longfellow with his Children . Adapted 143 Letter to a Little fiirl . . Henry Wadsworth Longfellon 147 The Open "Window IlenryWadsworth Longfellon 150 The Village Blacksmith . Henry Wadsworth Longfellou, 151 George "Washington, the Young Surveyor .... 154 Surveying in the "Wildernes s 156 Abraham Lincoln . ... . James Baldwin. His Xew Home . 158 His First Great Sorrow . • ••«•• 163 Hana and Tora Their Home . • ••••• 107 Their Festival Days • •••••• 173 8 PARE Verses for March, April, ]May • ■ « • . . 178 Dora R. Goodale, Thomas Bailey Aldric h. An Easter Song . Mar;/ A. Lathbury . 179 The Song of the Poppy Seed . E. Xeshit . 180 Clovers . Helena L. J elUffe . 181 Who Told the Xews? . . Selected . 182 Air Worthington Hooker . . 183 The Unseen Giant . 185 What Robin Told . . George Cooper . 190 A Bird's Education . Olive Thome Miller . 191 How Birds Learn to Sing . Mary Mapes Dodge . 196 The Greatest of Beasts . . 197 The Story of Giant Sun . Mary Proctor . 202 Summer Sun .... . Robert Louis Stevenson . 205 The Story' of Phaethon . . Greek Myths . 206 A Sunflower Story • Greek Myths . 210 Wyliken, Blynken, and Nod . Eugene Field . 212 Rosa Bonheur . A dapted. A Little Girl who Loved Animals .... . 214 A Little Girl who Painted Animals . • . , . 217 A Great Artist ...••• . 220 When Benjamin Franklin was a Boy .... . Adapted . 225 A Weaving Story . . Adapted . 229 America .... . Samuel Francis Smith . . 234 A Song for Flag Day . . Lydia Coonley Ward . . 235 Verses for June, July, August . 286 9 PACE The Seasons. Tlie Months . • • • • • . 237 For the Girls . . Charles Kinyslcy . . 238 For the Boys .... . Selected . 238 What would I Do? . Selected . 239 Pronouncing Key and "Word List .... , 241 ACKNOWLEDCniEXTS The selections from the writings of Henry W. Longfellow, Thomas Bailey Aldrich, John G. 'Whittier, Frank Dempster Sherman, Olive Thorne Miller, Dora Read Goodale, Lucy Larcom, Alice and Phcebe Gary, are used by permission of and by special arrangements with Houghton, MifHin & Co., the authorized publishers of the writings of these authors. Special arrangements have also been made with the following publishers for permission to use selections from their publications : Little, Brown & Co. for a stanza from Emily Dickinson's poems ; The Macmillan Company for " Clovers," copyright, 1902 ; Charles Scrlbner's Sons for " ^yynken, Blynken, and Nod," by Eugene Field, and for a stanza from " Rhymes and Jingles," by ]\Iary Mapes Dodge. Acknowledgments are also due to Silver, Burdett & Company for "Flowers that teU Time" and "Maple Leaves," from The Plant Saby and its Friends, by Kate Louise Brown, copyright, 1897, and also for a selection from Stories of Starland ; to the Century Company for " How Birds learn to Sing," by Mary Mapes Dodge, from When Life is Yoting ; to F. A. Stokes Company for a selection from The Snow Baby, by Josephine D. Peary, copyilght, 1901 ; to the Biglow & Main Company for "The Easter Song," from Little Pilgrim Songs; to A. Flanagan Company for " The First Thanksgiving," from The Plan Book; to James Baldwin for " Abraham Lincoln," from Four Great Americans; to Alice C. D. Riley and to Lydia A. C. Ward for selections from their writings. Acknowledgments are due to Miss Frances Lilian Taylor of Galesburg, Illinois, and to Mr. W. J. Button of Chicago for valuable assistance rendered in choosing the selections comprised in this volume. (10) THE MAGIC WINDOWS. > 5 I ^ -if t » 3 > ) 1 13 1 I ; > ) THE MAGIC WINDOWS I Did you ever hear of the Magic Windows ? Those who loolv through them behokl many strange and beautiful sights. If you will but make them your own, you may enter the fairyland of wonder and see all its rich treasures. You ask me how you can do this? I will answer by telling you a story. There was once a happy boy who played through the long snmmer days. And where he played the meadows were green, and the sky was blue, and the sunshine was bright. On every side the flowers nodded like smil- ing playmates. Birds chirped to him from the bushes. The rabbits gave him a friendly look as they went leaping by. The squirrels watched him with bright eyes as they ran up and down the trees. 11 12 A little brook flowed tliroiigli the meadows. On its sandy bed the happy boy found bright pebbles. His toy ships sailed i^roudly upon its waves or rested in the quiet harbors along its banks. Tiny fishes darted from their hid- ing places to eat the crumbs which he threw into the water. " I wonder where the brook goes," said the happy boy. " I should like to follow it and see. How I wish the school bell would never call me from my play ! I would rather sail mv boat than learn to read, and I like the rabbits and squirrels better than my books." IL harbor magic curious spun crumbs delight slumber cubs The little brook heard the boy's Avords as it went flowing by. On its way to the great river it ran throuo'h a forest where fairyland was liidden. There it told the fairies of the happy boy and of his wishes. By and by the sun went down and play- 13 time ended. Niglit came, and the Sliut-eye train carried the boy far away to the Land of Slumber. There a wise fairy met the happy boy. " Come with me," she said, " and I will let yon look throngh Magic Windows into a land of wonders." Through the Magic Windows the boy looked with delight. All the things that he had ever wished to see were before him. There were the hiding places of the V >^ 'V. / ' wild birds. There were //A jr^;j'>A> ,/-'» the animals that live in the fields and in the woods. He could look into the birds' nests that hung on the tallest trees. He could peep into the holes where the squirrels kept their little ones. 14 He could see the mole digging long halls under ground. He could watch the spider as it spun the silk for its curious house. Kabbits were hiding their young in the long grass, and little foxes were playing by their rocky dens. He could even see the bear's cubs curled up like balls in the hollow trunks of trees. in. seal hu2:e reindeer dashing: crept hollow monkeys elephants " Look to the north," said the fairy. And then the happy boy looked away over the great round world. He saw strange lands and strange 1)60- ple. Far off in the north he could see the land of snow and ice. There were the homes of the seal, the reindeer, and the white bear. 15 Children dressed in fur crept out of snow houses. They went dashing over the snow in sleds drawn by dogs. Again the happy boy looked, and the won- der lands of the south lay before him. Gay liowers blossomed everywhere. Bright-colored birds found a safe home in the great forest. He could see the lion and his mate in their home. Hundreds of monkeys played in the branches of the trees. Tigers ran through the tall grass, and huge elephants pushed their wav anions; the trees and bushes. Once more the happy boy looked tlirough the Magic Windows, and oh, how wonderful! 16 He could see into fairy land where ani- mals talk, and where the playthings are alive. '' Oh, kind fairy, let me stay here," said the happy boy. " I can not leave this land of wonders." " Would you like to have the Magic Win- dows for your own ? " asked the fairy. '' Then listen well. When the school bell rings, it will call you to the land of books. Through the Magic Windows of your books you may see greater wonders than fairies can tell or fairy land can show." Another day came with the rising sun. Once more the school bell rang. Gladly the happy boy left his play, for in his books he would find the Magic Windows. THE LAND OF STORY BOOKS At evening, Avhen the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit ; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. 17 Now, with my little gun, I crawl, All in the dark along the wall. And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I lie. And play at books that I have read. Till it is time to go to bed. These are tlie hills, these are the woods. These are my stai-ry solitudes ; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away. As if in lirelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout. Around their party prowled about. So, w^hen my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At my dear Land of Story Books. — Robert Louis Stevenson. 2 — 3r 18 0, BIG round world, 0, wide, wide world, How wonderful you are. Your oceans are so very deep, Your hills reach up so far; Down through your valleys wide and green, Such mighty rivers flow ; Upon your great sky-reaching hills, Such giant forests grow.— Alice C. D. Riley. By permission of John Church Company, owners of the copyright. 19 A WONDERFUL BALL roii2;li surface stretches drifts level islands feathery dreary I HAVE heard of a wonderful ball which floats in the sweet blue air, and has soft white clouds about it as it floats along. There are many charming stories to be told about this wonderful ball. Some of them you shall hear. It is so large that many houses are built upon it. Men and women live upon it, and little children can x^lay upon its surface. In some places it is soft and green, like the long meadows between the hills. In other parts there are trees for miles and miles on every side. All kinds of wild ani- mals live in the great forests that grow on this wonderful ball. Then again in some places it is steep and rouo'h. And there are mountains so high that the snow lies upon their tops all the year around. 20 In other parts there are no hills at all, but level land, and quiet little ponds of blue water. There the white water lilies grow and fishes play among the lily stems. Now, if we look on another side of the ball, we shall see no ponds, but something very dreary. A great plain of sand stretches away on every side. There are no trees, and the sunshine beats down upon the burning sand. We look again, and we see a great body of water. Manv islands are in the sea, and great ships sail upon it. Look at one more side of this ball as it turns around. Jack Frost must have spent all his longest winter nights here. For see what a palace of ice he has built for himself. How cold it looks ! See the clear, blue ice, almost as blue as the sky. And look at the snow, drifts upon drifts, and the feathery flakes filling the air. Now, what do you think of this ball, so white and cold, so warm and green, so dreary and rough, as it floats along in the sweet blue air, with the flocks of white clouds about it ? 21 I will tell you one thing more. The wise men have said that this earth on which we live is just such a ball. We shall know more about this Avhen we are older and wiser. THE GREAT, WIDE WORLD Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world. With the wonderful water round you curled, And the wonderful grass upon your breast — World, you are beautifully dressed. The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree ; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You friendly earth, how far do you go. With the wdieat fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles. And people upon you for thousands of miles? — William Brighty Rands. 22 FLOWERS THAT TELL TIME smn remained jolly nightgown refreshing clambered curls porch Down in the grass plot of a pretty garden grew a little dandelion. He wore a green jacket, and his head Avas cov- ered with sunny, yellow curls. In the morning, he stood up boldly, lifting his jolly lit- tle face to catch the dewdrops. In this way he took his morn- in«; bath, and he found it yery refreshing. At dusk he put on his green nightgown and went to bed yery early. The mothers said, as they called the children from their play, "See, there is the good dandelion! He knows when it is time to go to bed." As the dandelion grew older, his yellow curls turned white. Then the children would blow — one, two, three times. If all the hairs 23 ^^^r^C!"^-^ \'j' •^ blew away, it was a sign that motlier wanted tliem at once. If there were ten hairs left, the children said, " Mother wants ns at ten o'clock." If but two hairs remained, they said, " Motlier will look for us at two o'clock." When the children awoke in the morning, they saw the morning-glory cups peep- ing in at the windows. "Six o'clock! Time to get up!" they said. "The morning glories are calling us. 77 Every afternoon the four-o'clocks bloomed. Their red and white flowers told the children that their father would soon be home. In the evening the moon tlowers unfolded their great white blossoms on the vines that clambered over the porch. "Now it is bed- 24 time/' said the children, "for the moon flowers are looking down at us." All day long the time flowers, like our clocks, are telling us the time of day. — Kate Louise Bkown. DANDELION Dandelion, dandelion, Where's your cup of gold ? Where's your jacket green and trim That you Avore of old ? Then you nodded to the birds In a jaunty way. And you danced to every tune The breeze could play. Dandelion, dandelion, Age comes creeping on, And your wig is snowy white, Golden locks are gone ; But you've had a merry time Since your days began, And even now you're a cheery, Blithe old man. ^ ^ — George Cooper. 25 THE FARMER'S WHEAT FIELD threshed healthy neidibor breeze bearded thousand flour grain cheer HEBE was once a stalk of wheat that arew in the middle of a field. It was very tall and it lifted its head high and nodded in the wind. All around it were a thousand other stalks not quite so tall. Every one was looking up at the sun and bowing to its neighbor, and saying, " Good morning." " How bright and golden we are! " said the tall stalk: "and how beautiful we look, standing to2:ether like a sreat armv of sol- diers ! The sun shines to cheer us. And when the gentle rains fall, how sweet and refreshing they are! " 26 *' Yes, yes ! " said the other stalks, waving back and forth in the morning breeze. " All the world is very kind to us. AVe have noth- ing to do but to live and grow and become bright and golden like the sun." " Ah," said the tall stalk. " It is true that we must live and grow and become yellow and golden. But after that, there must be something else for us to do." The very next day the farmer came into the fields to look at his wheat. He took some of the bearded heads and rubbed them between his hands. They were full of plump, round, golden grains. "What fine flour these will make, and what good bread for little Alice," he said. " The wheat is fully ripe and it must be cut at once." Then all the golden-headed stalks waved back and forth in the wind. "Now we understand it all," they whispered. "It is for the sake of the farmer's fair little girl that we are here. " She must live and grow and be healthy 27 and beautiful. There is notliing tliat can help her to do this so well as good bread made from the best of wheat." Very soon the golden stalks were cut. The wheat was threshed and ground into the finest of flour. And then the flour was baked into fresh, white loaves of bread. But little Alice did not know that her bread was made of the wheat that she had seen growing in the big field where the daisies bloomed. — W. E. Baldwin. THE SONG OF THE WHEAT Back of the bread is the snowy flour ; Back of the flour is the mill ; Back of the mill the growing wheat Nods on the breezy hill ; Over the wheat is the glowing sun Ripening the heart of the grain ; Above the sun is the gracious God, Sending the sunlight and rain. X J J Q -J o ClI X E- (28) 29 THE SONG OF THE MILL WHEEL KouND and round it goes, — As fast as water flows, The dripping, dropping, rolling wheel That turns tlie noisy, dusty mill. Kound and round it goes, As fast as water flows. Turning all the day. It never stops to play, — The dripping, dropping, rolling wheel That keeps on grinding golden meal. Turning all the day, It never stops to play. Sparkling in the sun, The merrv waters run Upon the foaming, flashing wheel That laugheth loud, but worketh still. Sparkling in the sun. The merry waters run. — Selected. Boats sail on the rivensr Ships sail on the seas-, __ ^^_.- Bur the clouds that sail across fhesky Ave prettier tar Than these There are \yr\d^e3 ow the rivers. As pretty as you please. But the bow that brides heaven. And overtops the treesT::}::;^:^ And builds a bridge Trom earth to sky is prettier ^r than these, ""^^hnsfina c Rossem 31 THE APPLE-TREE MOTHER I. reason bitter mischief exclaimed pasture sloping conch steam The okl apple tree had stood in tlie corner of the pasture for so many years that no ' ' one could tell when it was planted. It was a friendly old tree. ;' Under its branches men and ani- mals found pleasant sliade. In the spring it gave blossoms to all that came, and in the fall it dropped apples at their feet. The apple tree was easy to climb, as Dick well knew. From its top he could see the sloping hillside and the little brook that flowed through the pasture. Indeed, he spent so much time playing in the old tree that his father often said, "Well, Dick, has 32 the Apple-Tree Mother kept you out of mis- chief to-day? " And so Dick came to wonder a great deal about the Apple-Tree Mother. The time of green apples had come, and all day long a hard wind had been blowing. When supper time came Dick was ill. Perhaps the apple tree could have told the reason. Dick was lying on the couch, and his mother was busy making a cup of tea for him. After he had taken the hot and bitter drink he lay watching the steam that rose from the teakettle. Just as he was closing his eyes in sleep the steam began to turn from white to green. Then an apple tree grew up out of the teakettle and stretched its branches to the ceiling. " That looks like the apple tree in the corner of our pasture," thought Dick. And then he saw a Avoman sitting in the midst of the branches. She wore a dress that was green and brown, like the apple- tree leaves in the fall. 33 "I suppose that is the Apple-Tree Mother," said Dick to himself. " If she is as old as our tree, she must be very old indeed." Then the Apple-Tree Mother laughed and all the leaves of the tree danced. '' My little bov," she said, " I am so old that I have grown young again, and I bring with me pictures and stories of the world that has lived about mv tree." " Pictures and stories ! " exclaimed Dick. "Oh, can't vou show me some of them? " That is iust whv I came to visit vou, she said. " Will you have x^ictures of ani- mals or of flowers?" " I would like to see pictures of animals first," said Dick. n. dusty oriole drooping happen handled sadness whistling joyous Then the room changed to the corner of the pasture. There was the fence and the brook and the old apple tree. Just above the fence, 3— 3r 3-1 half hidden in the branches, was a nest that held five tiny eggs. The sound of bird voices was heard, and there in the tree Dick saw two orioles. They were singing a song to- gether, and somehow Dick could under- stand it all. They sang of their little home and of the eggs tliat lay within it. And they sang of the happy time when five little birds would come to be loved The Orioles Nest. aud CaTCd for. Then the two orioles rose slowly into the air and flew across the field. The nest was left alone. Down the road came a boy whistling and kicking np the dust with every step. Dick began to feel very nnhappy, for he knew^ just what would happen next. The boy in the picture looked np and saw t l^ SL w ^^r^^ ¥^ Ik R mk^^^s^' BttjlKi ^"'" ^MJEa^ipB *> 35 the brown nest among the leaves. " There is an oriole's nest," thought he. And in a moment he had climbed the tree, and the five tiny eggs were in his hand. " I'll take them home," he said, as he put the eggs into his pocket. But he handled them so roughly that three were broken. With an angry word he threw all the eggs on the ground, and then went on whistling and kicking up the dust. A joyous bird song was heard in the air, and the two orioles darted into the apple tree. The mother bird flew to her nest. Tlien she gave a cry so sharp and sad that it hurt one's heart to hear it. The father bird joined the poor mother in her outcries of fright and sorrow. There on the dusty ground lay all that was left of the beautiful eggs. Far across the field flew the oriole mother, almost wild with sorrow. The father, with his feathers drooping, sat on a fence post, and his happy songs were changed to notes of sadness. m III. empty stolen howled second whining crooked rattling wounded shoulder cruelly pattering terrible weary shelter limping bano:ino; The Apple-Tree Mother looked very grave, but she only said, " Shall w^e have another picture? " Dick was afraid to say ''No." He lay quite still, looking at the apple tree. The rain was beginning to' beat against the leaves. Then he saw a weary little dog come limping to the tree, w^hining, and licking one of his paws. He was not a handsome dog. His legs were crooked and one ear was torn. The branches of the tree bent above him. And when the poor dog looked up at their shelter, one could see how big and soft and sad were his eyes. With a splashing noise two boys came wading across the brook. Each boy had a fishing pole over his shoulder, and in his 37 hand was a small tin pail in wliicli he had carried bait. As they came toward the tree one of them pointed to the poor little dog. It was the same boy that had stolen the oriole's eggs. .-v^-^ 4 *' Now for some fun ! " he said. Then both the boys sat down on the ground, and to work they went with a fishing line and one of the empty pails. They did not see how the apple tree shook its head at them. They did not hear how 38 each raindrop called, "No! no! no!" as it fell pattering on the leaves. The poor little dog lay resting under the tree, safe from the storm. All at once he was caught and held by rough hands. He howled with fright and pain, but he could not get away. A strong cord was bound around his thin little body, and his wounded foot was sadly hurt. At last the boys let him go, and with a wild bound he jumped through the fence and ran along the road. But oh, what terrible thing is rattling and banging around him? At every leap he is cruelly struck on his crooked little legs. Dick had turned his head the other way. His cheeks burned and his heart was sad. Then he opened his eyes and saw his mother standing beside him with a second cup of bitter tea in her hand. " Such a nice sleep as you have had," she said. " I really think you are better. Now sit up and drink this like a man." Never a word said Dick. He sat up and 39 drank the bitter tea, while he thoimht of many thing's. Had he seen himself in the pictures wliich the Apple-Tree Mother had brought to his bedside? — Adapted from " True Fairy Stories." THE DIAMOND DIPPER I. rusty narrow farther fern dipper towered suffering brim dying withered carefully spill Once upon a time it was very hot and very, very dry. No rain had fallen for days and days. The thirsty birds had stopped singing. The plants withered and the ani- mals were dvino; for want of Avater. All the people were praying for rain. One morning a little girl started out to find some water for her sick mother. In her hand she carried a tin dipper. She climbed a high hill hoping to find a spring. Up and up she climl^ed. On her way she saw the dusty phints, the quiet birds, and the suffering' animals. 40 The sharp stones cut her feet. High rochs towered above her head. Their strange shapes filled her with fear. But she thought of her sick mother and she would not turn back. At last she came to a great wall of rocks, and could go no farther. " Oh, that some good fairy would show me where to find water! " she cried. And then a beautiful fairy stood before her in a robe like the clouds at sunset. She jjointed to a narrow path among the rocks. The child followed the path and soon came to a spring hidden under green fern leaves. 41 She filled her dipper to the brim. How carefully she held it! How softly she stepped, so as not to spill one drop ! In her path down the hill there lav a rabbit almost dead from thirst. The little girl needed all the water, but she poured a few drops upon the rabbit's tongue. Then something wonderful ha|)pened! The rusty tin dipper was changed to shining silver. II. hurried twinkle garments stranger precious faithful diamonds ragged The little girl hurried home. With a happy heart she gave the water to her sick mother. The gentle mother raised the dip- per to her lips, but she did not drink. "My faithful nurse, let her drink first," she said. As she gave the silver dipper to the nurse, behold ! it was changed to yellow gold. Again the mother raised the water to her lips. Just then a shadow fell across the floor. In the open doorway stood an old 42 woman. She was ragged and pale and weak. She could only stretch out her thin hand toward the water. i The mother and the little girl looked at each other. Could they give up the last drop of the precious water? The mother nodded her head, and the little girl put the golden dipper into tlie hands of the stranger. The poor old woman took the water and drank it all. As she drank, her rags were cliano:ed into beautiful garments, and the dipper sparkled with diamonds. " Oh, mother, look ! There is the fairy I saw in the mountains," cried the little girl. "And see ! The dipper shines like diamonds ! " They looked again, but the fairy w^as gone. It was not long before clouds spread over the sky, and a gentle rain began to fall. Soon there was water for all the plants, the birds, the animals, and the people. But the dipper could not anywhere be found. Night came, and the little girl looked up at the stars. There, in the sky, she saw the dipper shining like diamonds. 43 And now, when the evening stars twinkle overhead, the mothers point out the great dipper in the northern sky and tell this story to their children. " Is the story true ? " the children ask when the tale is ended. And the mothers smile as they answer : — " When von can tell what the storv means, vou will know that it is true." BEAUTIFUL THINGS Beautiful hands are those that do Work that is earnest, brave, and true, Moment bv moment, the lono; dav throudi. Beautiful feet are those that ao On kindlv errands to and fro — Down humblest ways, if God wills it so. Beautiful faces are those that wear — • It matters little if dark or fair — Whole-souled honesty printed there. — David Swixg. 44 MY COUNTRY From sea to sea my country lies Beneath the splendor of the skies. Far reach its plains, its hills are high, Its mountains look up to the sky. Its lakes are clear as crystal bright, Its rivers sweep through vale and height. America, my native land, To thee I give my heart and hand. God in His might chose thee to be The country of the noble free ! — Marie Zetterberg. MY OWN LAND FOREVER Land of the forest and the rock, Of dark blue lake and mighty river, Of mountains reared on high to mock The storm's career and lightning's shock, My own green land forever ! — John Greenleap Whittier. 46 HOME, SWEET HOME 'Mid pleasures and palaces, tliougli we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is not met with elsewhere. An exile from home, si)lendor dazzles in vain ; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again ; The birds singing gayly, that came at my call ; Give me them, and that peace of mind, dearer than all. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, There's no place like home, Oh, there's no place like home. — John Howard Payxe. 46 The peaches are ripe in the orchard, Tlie apricots ready to fall, And the grapes reach up to the sunshine Over the garden wall. Thomas Bailey Aldkich. The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown, The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. — Emily Dickinson. 47 OCTOBER October glows on every tree, October 'shines in every eye, While up the hill and down the dale Her crimson banners flv. — DoKA Read Goodale. ' '^^^ NOVEMBER Nuts are falling, trees are bare, Leaves are whirlino; evervwhere ; Plants are sleeping, birds have flown, Autumn breezes cooler grown, In the chill November. 48 AN AUTUMN RIDDLE They are seen on the trees, Tliey are seen on the ground, They are seen in the air, Whirling softly around ; They sing rustling songs As our footsteps they hear, And their name is well known, For they come every year. LEAVES AT PLAY Scamper, little leaves, about In the autumn sun ; I can hear the old wind shout, Laughing as you run ; And I haven't any doubt That he likes the fun. So run on and have your play, Romp Avith all your might ; Dance across the autumn day. While the sun is bright. 49 Soon you'll hear the old wind say, "Little leaves, good night! " — Fraxk Dempster Sherman. WHERE GO THE BOATS Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand ; It flows along forever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating. Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boatino; — When will all come home ? On goes the river, And out past the mill. Away down the valley, Awav down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore, — Robert Louis Stevexson. ■1— 3r 50 THE CORN SONG Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn ! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn. Through vales of grass and meads of flowers. Our plows their furrows made, While on the hills the sun and showers Of changeful April played. We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of Mav, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June Its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair. And now, with Autumn's moonlit eves, Its harvest time has come, We pluck away the frosted leaves And bear the treasure home. ~ John Greenleaf Whittier. 52 SHAPES OF LEAVES notice veined passages dandelion fingers currant peach pipes Did a'ou ever talN:e a feather in your hand and look at it? Did you notice how the quill keeps the feather in shape and makes it strong ? Now find the leaf of an apple tree. Hold it before your eyes and let the light shine through it. Do you see the large rib run- ning along the middle of the leaf? Do you see the line ribs on each side of the large rib ? Does not the large rib make you think of the quill of a feather ? The ribs of a leaf have fine passages or pipes in them through which the sap flows. These passages are called veins, and the large rib is called a mid vein. When a leaf has one strong midvein like the quill of a feather, it is said to be feather- veined. 53 Let us go out of doors and find leaves that are shaped like feathers. There is a peach tree. Pick a leaf and look at it. Yes, the peach leaf is feather- veined. Now go to the pear tree. "These leaves look like the apple leaves," you say. Here is a dandelion plant growing in the grass. Take a leaf in your hand and look at its ragged edges. There is one straight rib or vein along the middle of the leaf. And so vou see that the dandelion leaf is also feather- veined. You can find feather-veined leaves on the plants in the garden and on the fiower stems that grow in our window boxes. And you can also find feather-veined leaves on the weeds that o:row bv the side of the road. 64 Look again at the apple leaf. Do you see the line network of veins? Now take up a leaf of grass and hold it in the light. Can you see a network of yeins in it? No, the grass leaf has straight veins. All the grass blades are long and narrow. Have you ever seen any other leaves that were '^ long and narrow like fne^ ^' i^ V the grass? But what is this leaf under the maple tree? " It is a maple leaf," you sav. This leaf is not shaped like a feather. Hold out your hand and stretch out your fingers. Does not the maple leaf look as if it had fingers, too? We may call the maple leaf a hand-shai)ed leaf. Perhaps we can find more hand-shaped leaves. Let us go to the currant bushes. Yes, these also have hand-shaped leaves. One of the strangest leaves in the world is shaped like a pitcher. It has a lid that 65 opens and shuts. Some leaves of this kind liold more than a cup of water. There are leaves shaped like hearts and leaves shaped like arrowheads. And there are many other wonderful leaves which we may see if we keep our eyes open. ff^. - ■v \ ^\^^. Green leaves, what are you doing Up there on the tree so high ? " We are shaking hands with the breezes, As they go singing by. " What, ffreen leaves ! have vou fingers ? ThC^n, the maple laughed with glee — " Yes, just as many as you have ; Count them, and you will see ! " — Kate Louise linowN. 56 DOGS THAT ALMOST TALK human scratched tinkled be2;o:ed humhle drowning cottage wagged It seems as if onr friend the dog can talk without using words. He not only makes other dogs understand him, but he also makes his w^ants known to his master. A little dog named Rudy was once taken to the city. One day he lost his way in the streets and did not come home at night. 57 Tlie next morning, as Eudy's master was looking out of tlie window, he saw liis little dog coming along the street with two other dogs. The strangers left Eudy at his own door, and then went away. As they left they seemed to say, " Good-by." But how did Eudy ask the other doas to show him the way home? This we should like to know. Another dog called Prince often asked in his own way to be let out of doors. But when he returned he could not always get into the house again. The bell was too high for Prince to reach it or he might haye learned to ring it. As he could not do this he found another way to get in. A little girl who liyed near by often played with him. He ran to her and begged until she saw what he wanted. This he did day after day. After the little girl had rung the bell for him, Prince neyer foraot to thank her. He jumped around her and wagged his tail to show his pleasure. 58 One day Prince could not find his little friend. So he begged a man who was pass- ing by to ring the bell. It was some time before the man could understand what the dog wanted. But at last the bell tinkled, the door was opened, and Prince ran into the house. A faithful dog never forgets those he loves. Sometimes he proves to be a good friend in time of great need. One night a fire broke out in a shed close by a little cottage. The watchdog saw the flames. He ran to the cottage and began to scratch the door with his paws. He scratched and liowled until he woke tlie familv. After the fire had been put out the chil- dren put their arms around the faithful dog. They patted him and thanked him for saving their lives. They treated him as if he were a human being instead of only a dog. There are many true stories about dogs that have saved the lives of children. A great artist has painted a beautiful picture of one of these noble animals. 59 A dog lias jumped into the sea and saved a child from drowning. He has canght the chiUVs clothes iii his strong jaws, and has brought her to the shore. See, he is almost too tired to climb up beside her ! Tliere she lies on his big paws. He seems to be Avaiting for help. Does he not look as if he could speak? The artist who painted this picture was a o;reat friend of doQ-s. His name was Edwin Landseer. He has made hundreds of paint- ino:s of his humble friends. Many of the dogs in his pictures look as if they could talk. 60 A LITTLE GIRL'S FANCIES LITTLE flowers, you love me so, You could not do without me ; little birds that come and go. You sing sweet songs about me ; little moss, observed by few. That round the tree is creeping, You like my head to rest on you, When I am idly sleei)ing. rushes by the river side. You bow w^hen I come near you ; fish, you leap about with pride, Because you think I hear you ;^ river, you shine clear and bright, To tempt me to look in you ; water lilies, pure and white, You hope that I shall win you. pretty things, you love me so, I see I must not leave you ; You'd find it very dull, I know, I should not like to grieve you. 61 A BOY'S WISHES RiXG-TiNG ! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose, blooming in the spring ! The stooi^ing bough above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the elm tree for our king ! Xay, stay ! I wish I were an elm tree, A great, lofty elm tree with green leaves gay! The winds would set them dancing, The sun and moonshine glance in, And birds would house among the boughs, And sweetly sing. -Oh, no ! I wish I were a robin — A robin, or a little wren, everywhere to go. Through forest, field, or garden, And ask no leave or pardon. Till winter comes, with icy thumbs. To ruffle up our wing ! — William Allingham. 62 ROLLO AND GEORGE scream hurting pushing frightened frightening wheelbarrow directly treat opposite liarsh enemies tomtit One day Kollo and his playmate, George Cropwell, were running along the road, push- ing their little w^heelbarrows. Just as they came near George's home they saw before them a little boy much smaller than Rollo. He was ragged and bare- footed. " There is Tom," said George. " See how I will frighten him." As he said this, George rolled his wheel- barrow directly toward Tom as if he were going to run over him. Tom was very much frightened and began to scream. Just at that moment Farmer Cropwell 63 happened to be coming up tlie lane on the opposite side of the road. He called out, — " George ! " George stopped his wheelbarrow. "Is that right ? " said the farmer. " Why, I was not going to hurt him," said George. "You did hurt him, — you frightened him." " Is frightening him hurting him, father ? " "Why, yes; it is giving pain, and a very unpleasant kind of pain, too." " I did not think of that," said George. " Besides," said his father, " when you treat boys in that harsh, rough way you make them your enemies. And it is a very bad plan to make enemies." "Enemies, father! " said George, laughing; " Tom could not do me any harm if he were my enemy." " That makes me think of the story of the bear and the tomtit," said the farmer. " If you and Rollo will jump into the cart I Avill tell it to you." —Jacob Abbott. 64 THE FARMER'S STORY I. wolf distance impatient breathe poked scrambled intending pressed terror perhaps troublesome punish One pleasant summer morning a wolf met a bear in a lonely wood. In a tree near by, a bird was singing. ''Brother," said the bear, "that is very good singing, indeed. What kind of bird do you think it is? " " That is a tomtit," said the wolf. " I should like to see his nest. Where do you think it is? " asked the bear. " Perhaps we shall see if we wait until liis mate comes home," said the wolf. Soon the mother bird came flying with some food in her mouth for her children. Slie went to the tree where her mate was singing. " Now, I shall climb the tree," said the bear. " Not yet," said the wolf. "Wait until the birds leave the nest." 65 They walked away for some distance, but soon returned, for tlie bear was impatient to see the nest. He scrambled up the tree, in- tending to frighten the young birds. " Take care," said the wolf. '' The tomtits are very little, but little enemies are some- times very troublesome." " Who is afraid of a tomtit ? " said the bear, as he poked his black nose into the nest. " Go away ! go away! " screamed the poor little birds in terror. " "What do you mean by making such a noise and talking so to me ? " said the bear. " I will teach you better manners." So he put his great paw on the nest and pressed it down until the poor little birds could hardly breathe. Then he left them and went away. The young tomtits were terribly frightened, and some of them were hurt. When the old birds came home they were very angry. They could see the bear walking about among the trees, but they did not know how to punish him. 5 — ?.n 66 II. peeped prudent followed toward flutter whether surrounded nailed escape prowling overlooked paused Not far away there was a glen, surrounded by high rocks, where the bear used to go to sleep because it w^as a lonely place. One day, as he was prowling in the woods, he saw two hunters coining with their guns. In fright, he fled to his glen, where he thought he should be safe. The tomtits saw the bear run to the rocks and hide in terror. ''Why is the bear hiding?" said one bird to the other. "Do you see those hunters with their guns?" said the mother tomtit. "If only they can find the bear, then our little ones will be safe. Let us help them." So the tomtits began to flutter around the hunters and fly a little way toward the glen and then back again. The men followed the birds to see what could be the matter. 67 By and by the bear saw tlie liimters com- ins:, led on by his little enemies, the tomtits. He ran from one side of the glen to the other. He hid himself in a cave among the rocks. But he could not escape the hunters. The wolf happened to be near by upon the rocks that overlooked the glen. Hearing the noise, he came and peeped over. As soon as he saw what had happened to the bear, he thought it would be prudent for him to walk away. This he did, saying to himself as he went : — " Well, the bear has found out that a friend is better than an enemy, whether he is great or small." Here the farmer paused. He had ended his storv. " What did thev do with the bear ? " asked Rollo. "Oh," said the farmer, "they took off his skin to make caps of, and nailed his claws up on the barn." — Jacob Abbott. 68 THE DOG AND HIS IMAGE snap image behold jaws piece within plainly greed snatch bottom hurrying plank A DOG, with a piece of meat in his mouth, was hurrying home to eat his supper in quiet. On his way he had to pass over a narrow plank which lay across a small stream. As he looked down into the water he saw his own image in the smooth surface of the brook. This, he thought, was another dog with a larger piece of meat in his mouth. He put his head down near the water. Behold, the meat, which the other dog car- ried, was plainly within his reach. '' Now, I shall have a fine dinner," he thought. And with a quick snap of his jaws, he tried to snatch the meat from the dog in the water. But as he opened his mouth, his own piece of meat fell to the bottom of the brook. And thus, by greed, he lost all that he had. 69 BELLING THE CAT quiet danger easily enemy manner coming sly chief Once upon a time some mice met together to find a way to save themselves from their enemv, the cat. " I have a plan," said a young mouse, "which will save the life of every one of us. You all know that our chief danger lies in the cat's sly and quiet manner of walking. If we could hear her com- ing, we could easily run awav. " Let us hang a bell to the cat's neck, and when we hear it ring we shall all know that she is near." " A fine plan ! a fine plan ! " cried all the mice. " But who will bell the cat? " " Not I, not I," cried all the mice at once. 70 THE DOG IN THE MANGER chose manger growled pair oxen feeding mouthful meal A DOG once chose to make his l)ed in a manger full of hay. Now this manger was the feeding place of a pair of oxen who worked hard in the fields all day. When the tired beasts came for their eve- ninsf meal, the dos: G:rowled and showed his teeth. He could not eat the hay himself, and he would not let the oxen have so much as a mouthful of it. . ^SOP. A WISE INDIAN lazy angry observe stool passes owner answered short An Indian boy sees many things which a white boy passes by without seeing. Can you tell why? The Indian boy is taught to look at things 71 closely, and to think about everything he sees. He learns to observe. Here is a good story of an Indian who was trained to use his eyes when he was young. An old Indian once lived in a village among white people. His little hut was near the woods. A white man lived alone in a cabin near by. One night the white man came home late from his work in the tlelds. He had left a bao; of corn hanging in his cabin. Some one had taken it. He was verv ansiry. " That lazv Indian who lives in the hut has stolen mv corn," he told his neighbors. " Send for the Indian and let liim speak for himself," said one of the neighbors. When the Indian came he said, " I did not take your corn." ''If vou did not take mv corn, who did?" asked the anarv man. " I can not tell you his name," the Indian answered. " I have never seen him, but I can tell you something about him. 72 "Your corn was stolen by a Avhite man. He is an old man, and he is a short man." One of the neighbors had seen a little old man. He was going to the woods with a bag on his back. They went out to hunt for him. Soon he was found, and the bag of corn was returned to its owner. How could the Indian tell who had taken the corn? Every one wanted to know. " I will tell you," said the Indian. " I knew that the thief was an old man from the heavy mark of his feet in the earth. A young man's step is much lighter. " I knew he was a white man because he turned his toes out when he walked. An Indian does not walk in that way. " Did you not see that he stood on a^ stool to reach the bag of corn? This shows that he was a short man." " Now see," said the neighbors. " If you had kept your eyes open as the Indian keeps his open, you would not have said that he stole your corn.' 7? 73 CLOVERNOOK group hymns cottage daughter repeating sweetbrier merry gathered old-fashioned sugar cellar saucer One summer morning, a merry group of children was helping to make hay in one of the Clover- nook hay fields. Not far away stood a little brown house in the cool shade of cherry trees and apple trees. A sweetbrier clambered over the windows, and in the dooryard grew bushes of large red roses. Near the house Avas a deep well of clear, cold water. An old-fashioned well sweep was used to draw up the water, as you see in the picture. This was the Clovernook home. Here 74 liv6d the merry children who were helping in the hayfield, and there were nine of them. What if the house was small? There was the barn in wliich they coidd play, and there '• He liked to gather his children around him." were the fields and woods in which they could wander. They thought their gentle, blue-eyed mother the most beautiful woman in the world. Their father was one of the kindest of men. Every child loved him, and the horses and the cows followed him all over the farm. 75 He loved books, and went about liis work repeating tine old hymns and lines from grand poems. In the long winter evenings he liked to gather his children around him before the open fire. Then he told them wonderful stories of the olden time. The Clovernook children learned to know the flowers and the trees by name, and to tell the birds by their songs. In the spring they boiled sap for maple sugar. In the fall they gathered nuts, and helped store away the apples in the cellar. There were two daughters of the Clovernook household who liked nothing so well as their books. Thev went to school when their mother could spare them from the work of the home. At night they often wished to study, but they had no lamp. So they put some lard into a saucer and used a piece of cloth for a wick. Year after year these two girls spent all their spare moments in reading and study. What thev did when thev were older, and how thev came to be called the Poet Sisters, vou shall soon learn. 76 THE POET SISTERS Alice Clovernook post office print Phoebe Cincinnati newspaper parties The Clovernook cottage was the home of the Cary family, and the Poet Sisters were Alice Cary and Phoebe Cary. While the sis- ters were still little girls, they began to w^rite verses. Phoebe was but Alice Gary. fourtccn ycars old when she sent her first poem to a newspaper. She told no one, not even her sister Alice, what she had done. At last her father brought the paper from the post office. When Phoebe saw her poem in print she was so happy that she laughed T7 and cried. After that, she did not care if her clothes were plain, or if she could not go to school as much as she wished. The Clovernook home was near Cincinnati, Ohio. When Alice and Phoebe grew older they left the home of their childhood and went to live in New York city. . Thev were uoav able to earn money by writing stories and poems for books and papers. At last they could make their home beautiful with the books and pic- tures which they had so long wished for. Alice and Phoebe loved children, and they wrote many beauti- ful verses for their little friends. In their charming stories they tell us about their life in Clovernook, and of their plays in haytield and barn. Phoebe Gary. 78 OUR HOMESTEAD OiR old brown homestead reared its walls From the wayside dust aloof, Where the apple boughs could almost cast Their fruit upon its roof ; And the cherry tree so near it grew That when awake I've lain, In the lonesome nights, I've heard the limbs As they creaked against the pane. The sweetbrier, under the window sill, Which the early birds made^ glad, And the damask rose, by the garden fence, Were all the flowers we had. We had a well, a deep old well, Where the spring was never dry, And the cool drops down from the mossy stones Were falling constantly. And there never was water half so SAveet As the draft which filled my cup. Drawn up to the curb by the rude old sweep That my father's hand set up. — Phcebe Gary. 79 SUPPOSE Suppose, my little lady, Your doll should break her head, Could YOU make it whole bv crying Till your eyes and nose are red ? And wouldn't it be pleasanter To treat it as a joke, And say you're glad 'twas dolly's And not your head that broke ? Suppose you're dressed for walking, And the rain comes pouring down, Will it clear off any sooner Because you scold and frown? And wouldn't it be better For you to smile than pout, And so make sunshine in the house, When there is none without? Suppose your task, my little man- Is very hard to get, Will it make it any easier For you to sit and fret? 80 And wouldn't it be wiser Than waiting like a dunce, To go to work in earnest And learn the thing at once ? Suppose the world doesn't please you, Nor the way some peojjle do, Do you think the whole creation "Will be altered just for you? And isn't it, my boy or girl, The wisest, bravest plan Whatever comes or doesn't come, To do tbe best you can ? — Phcebe Gary. THE RIGHT WAY The air for the wing of the sparrow, The bush for the robin and wren. But always the path that is narrow And straight, for the children of men. — Alice Cart. 81 NOVEMBER HE leaves are fading and falling, The winds are rough and wild, The birds have ceased their calling, But let me tell you, my child, Though day by day, as it closes. Doth darker and colder grow, The roots of the bright red roses Will keep alive in the snow. And when the winter is over, The boughs will get new leaves, The quail come back to the clover, And the swallow back to the eaves. The robin will wear on his bosom A vest that is bright and new. And the loveliest wayside blossom Will shine with the sun and dew. So, wiien some dear joy loses Its beauteous summer glow. Think how the roots of the roses Are kept alive in the snow. — Alice Cary. C oK 82 COLUMBUS IN THE NEW WORLD haste remained different gentle spread orcliard bodies paddled delio'hted ornaments cotton natives Columbus in the New World. When Columbus reached the New World, he landed on a beautiful green island. He tells us that the island was covered with trees like an orchard. The trees and the flowers and the fruits were different from any that he had ever seen before. 83 All day he remained on shore with his men. Tliev were deliiihted with tlie warm air, the clear streams, the bright flowers, and the fresh fruit. The natives were friendly and gentle. They wore no clothes, but their bodies were painted with many colors. They came near the strangers and seemed to wonder at their white faces. Some of the natiyes wore rings of gold in their noses and ears. Columbus tried to learn from them where they had found the gold. They pointed to the south and said "Cuba." By siorns they led him to belieye that Cuba was a land where there was much gold. Columbus was in haste to reach the mines of gold and the rich cities about Ayliich he luid read. The next day he sailed with all his ships and sailors toward the south. They passed by many green islands as beau- tiful as the one on which they had landed. Columl)us sat on deck, watching the shore. He hoped and he belieyed that he should 84 soon see the towers of a city rise toward the sky. The news of the visit of the white men spread from island to island. The natives ran to the shore to see the wonderful ships with sails like white wings. They paddled out to the ships in their canoes, and they brought fruit and balls of cotton yarn. Columbus and his men were looking every- where for gold. Whenever they saw a village of huts they visited the chief and asked him where gold could be found. They traded bells and beads for the gold ornaments which the natives wore. Soon Columbus reached the shores of Cuba. Everywhere he saw beautiful flowers and fruits. He found gentle natives living in poor huts. But he saw no cities and he found no mines of gold. Columbus supposed that he had reached some small islands on the coast of India. For this reason he called the dark-skinned people living there Indians. He did not know that he had found the New World. 85 COLUMBUS RETURNS TO SPAIN Jainiaiy obliged several court Isabella decided fifteenth delay Ferdinand wrecked discovered search Santa Maria farewell seaport voyage At last Columbus gave up the search for gold, and decided to return to Spain. He wished to tell King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella of the islands he had visited. He was sure that he had discovered a new way to India, and he wished to ask the king for more ships and more men. He believed that great riches could be found on these islands which he had visited. Early in January he gave a farewell feast to the natives. Then he sailed for Spain, taking with him six Indians. His flagshij), the Santa Maria, had been wrecked. One of his captains had sailed awav in the Pinta and had not retui'ned. And so Columbus was obliged to cross the ocean in the Nina, which was the smallest of his three ships. 86 The voyage was long and the storms were many. The little ship was tossed about by the waves and was often in great danger. But at last the shores of Spain were seen by the sailors, and great was their joy. At noon, on the fifteenth of Marcli, 1^93, thev sailed into the harbor which thev had left more than seven months before. All the people in the town crowded to the shore. For a long time they had thought tliat Colum- bus was lost at sea, and that thev would never see him and his sailors again. The first act of Columbus was to lead his men to the church, where they gave thanks to God for their safe return. Very soon the good news spread over all Spain. Bells were rung, and great fires were lighted on the hilltops. King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella were several hundred miles from the seaport town where Columbus landed with his sailors. As soon as the king and queen heard of his safe return, they sent Columl)us a letter asking him to come without delav to their court. 87 COLUMBUS AT THE COURT OF SPAIN third tlirons:ed knelt banners praise vingdom joinec. listened bearing honor received turtle officers parrots awaiting account The time of year was deliiihtful for the long journey through Spain. Every mile of the way Columbus and his men received a welcome. As they passed along the i)lains and over the mountains, men, women, and children came to see the brave sailors who had dared to cross the ocean. AVlien they reached the end of their jour- nev, thev were met bv officers of the kins:. Then all marched into the city through crowded streets Avhere banners were flying. First came Columbus ridins> a tine horse. Next Avalked six Indians, painted and wear- ing feathers in their hair. The sailors followed, carrvino; stranae birds and animals from across the sea. Some had live parrots which they had caught and tamed. 88 One man carried a turtle shell almost as large as himself. Others showed with great pride the curious rings and crowns of gold which they had brought from the islands. The king and queen sat on their throne awaiting Columbus. When he came near, they rose to greet him, and they asked him to take a seat by their side. In the great room were the lords and ladies of the court and the chief men of the king- dom. Every one looked with wonder at the painted Indians and at the strange gifts which were carried by the sailors. Columbus then gave an account of his wonderful voyage. When his story was done, the king and queen knelt in thanks to God. Then the great crowd of people joined them in thanksgiving and in a grand song of praise. So great was the honor paid to Columbus that he rode with the king and his son through the streets of the city. The people thronged to see him, and they called him the third king. I 'Ik «-' ^ o o r C c (/) DO m ■n o 70 m I m z o -o c m ro z 90 THE FIRST THANKSGIVING rejoice Thursday invited quail rushes lowlands dainties guests arrived cranberries already whoops Almost a year had passed since the first company of Pilgrims had come to America. About fifty of those who had crossed the ocean in the Mayflower were now living in their new home. They had laid out a village street and had built a few houses in the place which they called Plymouth. Their houses were made of logs. The roofs were very steep and were covered with grass and rushes. It had been a busy summer for the Pil- grims. They had worked hard in the gardens and tlie fields. But the harvests were good and there would be food enough for the com- ing winter. How thankful they were ! " Let us set aside a day in which to give thanks for this great harvest," they said. 91 "It is God who lias sent the sunshine and the rain to make the seeds grow. AVe will have a day of thanksgiving, and ask the friendly Indians to come and rejoice with us." So the Indian chief and his band were invited to the feast. Such a busv time as that was for the Pilgrims ! The men went to the forest to hunt deer, wild turkeys, and other game. All the women were at work, and the smoke of the ovens rose from the chimneys. Even the children helped. Some of them gathered the cranberries that were turning red in the lowlands. Some picked the wild grapes that were growing purple on the vines. Others broudit home the nuts which were falling from the trees. The older boys were sent to the beach for clams. The Indians w^ere invited to come on Thursday. At sunrise on that day the Pilgrims were awakened by whooi)s and yells wliich told them that their guests had already arrived. 92 II. game •east November stew roasts poured turkeys veil stuffed sermon pop corn haze It was in the month of November, but the w^eather w^as mild and lovely, and a soft blue haze seemed to veil the woods. Late wild flowers were blooming. Bright leaves were falling from the trees. It was the time of year that w^e call Indian summer. A great fire w^as built out of doors for the cooking, and long tables were spread in the open air. When the loud roll of the drum was heard, all the people went to the log fort on the hill w^hich was used as a meeting house. There they gave thanks to God for the rich harvest of the year. Everybody, young and old, w^as there. The little children must have grown very tired of the long sermon. They must have w^anted to go home to the good dinner which they kneAv was w^aiting for them. At last the Thanksgiving feast was ready. 98 In the middle of the long table stood a huge bowl of stew made of different kinds of game. There were great roasts of deer and roasted turkeys stuffed with nuts. There were the cakes and puddings made by the Pilgrim mothers. And it is said that the Indians brought a large basket of pop corn which they poured on the table just as the meal began. In this way the Pilgrims passed their first Thanksgiving Day in America. — Marian M. Georgk- 94 THANKSGIVING DAY Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood, Oh, how the wind does l)k)w 1 It stings the toes And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river and through tlie wood, To have a first-rate play ; Here the bells ring, " Ting-a-ling-ding ! " Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! Over the river and through the wood, Trot fast, my dapple-gray! Spring over the ground, Like a hunting hound ! For this is Thanksgiving Day. 95 Over the river and through the wood, And straight through the barnyard gate. We seem to go Extremely slow, It is so hard to wait ! Over the river and through the wood, Now grandmother's cap I. spy ! Hurrah for the fun ! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pum]dvin pie ! — Lydia Maria Child. 96 THE SNOW BABY freeze noisy shaggy icebergs Eskimos enormous cliffs hoofs Hundreds and hundreds of miles away in the white frozen north, there is a won- derful land of snow and ice. There strange little yellow people, called Eskimos, live in -- ' snow houses, and dress in the skins of animals. In summer, in this wonderful land, the sun never sets, but shines all the time, day and night. Flowers spring up, and soft-eyed rein- deer wander about cropping the short grass. 97 The ice breaks up and drifts out to sea. Great rivers of ice push forward into the Avater. Enormous icebergs break off from them and float away like white ships. The blue waves dance and sparkle in the sun. Singing brooks rush down the moun- tains. Thousands of noisy sea birds come to the rocky cliffs to lay their eggs. Glossy seals swim in the water, and once in a while a shaggy white bear goes running over the floating ice in search of seals. The Eskimos, iDaddling swiftly through the water in their strange skin boats, hunt these animals for food and clothing. In Avinter there is no sunshine at all in Eskimo land. For four long, long months it is dark all the time, just as it ii^ here in the night. The ground is covered deep with snow, and the poor deer must dig through it with their hoofs for siirass and moss. The sea is covered thick with ice, and the birds fly away. The cold is so terrible that the Eskimos would freeze to death were it not for their thick, warm fur coats. 98 II. hooded blankets veranda bushy coffee sealskin September sugar Here in this wonderful land there was found, one September day, a snow-white baby with big blue eves. < And such a funny little house it was where she was found. It was only one story high. The walls were more than a foot thick, and the outside was cov- ered with heavy black paper. All around the house was a veranda. Its walls were built of boxes of biscuit, sugar, cotiee, and tea. Inside the house, the little room where the baby lived was lined with soft warm 99 blankets. There was a bright carpet on the floor and pictures on the walls. All these things, like the boxes of food out- side, came in the ship which brought the baby's father and mother to this strange country. One window of the baby's room looked out upon a great riyer of ice. From the other window you could see high red and brown mountains. And here Ayas the sea in which strange-looking icebergs floated. in. August mittens trousers sleigh steamed northern language sledge When the people of that land heard that there was a white baby in the small black house, they came hundreds of miles to see the little stranger. They talked to the baby in their own queer lano;uao:e. They called her the Snow Baby, and they broudit her presents of fur mittens and little sealskin boots. After the sun went away the baby liyed 100 for days and weeks in a little room lined with blankets. A lamp w^as kept burning in the room all the time, both day and night. One of the Eskimo women made a little suit of clothes for the baby, all out of furs. There were only two pieces in this suit. First there was a pair of little trousers and boots made together. Over this a hooded coat was worn. When the sun returned, the Snow Baby was taken out of doors every day. No matter how cold it was she had a sleigh ride on her little Eskimo sledge. You should have seen her team of dogs with their bright eyes, their sharp-pointed ears, and their big bushy tails. For nearly a year the Snow Baby lived in this strange, northern home. But one day in August a big black ship came up the bay. It was the same ship that had brought the Snow Baby's father and mother to the Snow- land. - Then the baby and her mother went on board the ship and steamed away south to their own American home. From " The Snow Bahy." Copyright, 1901, by Frederick- A. Stokes Company. 101 -H 5 > 5 -> A SNOW HOUSE knees puppy harness dries force needle clothing twists thaws dimly platform whales In the summer time the Eskimo people live in tents made of skins. In the winter thev build their houses out of hard blocks of ice and snow. Perhaps you would like to visit an Eskimo family, and see how these yellow people live in a snow house. But liow shall we get into the house? There seems to be no door in this strange-looking mound of snow, 102 We must boAV our heads aud crawl ou our hands and knees through a dark passage. Soon we come to an open space wiiere we stand upright in a dimly lighted room. All around the room is a bank of snow next to the wall of the house. The top of this bank is broad and level like a table. It is covered with the thick skins of reindeer, bear, and foxes. Here the family eat and sleep, and here the chihh'en play. Near the doorwav stands the stove, on a raised platform. You would think it a very poor stove, for it is only a hollow stone filled with oil and moss. When the moss is lighted, it burns like the wick of a lamp. This stove warms the room, melts the water for drinking, dries wet clothing, and til aw s the frozen meat. It lights the room dimly and we see the Eskimo father, mother, and children in their snow house. A bag is lying on the thick furs. Xow it moves and the mother takes it in her arms. See, it is a baby boy in a bag of feathers. When an Eskimo baby is in the house, 103 he lies in his feather bag. And when he is out of doors, he is always on his mother's back, inside of her fur liood. As soon as an Eskimo boy is old enough to walk, he has a ]nippy for a playmate. He learns to harness his dog and drive it all around the room. Soon he will be able to drive a team of dogs, as his father does, and ride swiftly over the snow. The laroe bovs catch fish and hunt seal. Tliey even help to kill great whales and tierce white bears. But what does the little Eskimo girl do? The little sister learns to sew and to make clothes out of skins. She makes her own needle from a hard bone or a piece of iron, and she twists thread from strips of deerskin. 104 Everything the Eskimos use they make with their own hands. Sometimes our ships force their way through the frozen ocean to their land of ice and snow. The Eskimo people think these great ships the most wonderful things they have ever seen. THE NORTHERN SEAS Up ! up ! let us a voyage take ; Why sit we here at ease? Find us a vessel tight and snug, Bound for the northern seas. I long to see the Northern Lights, With their rushing splendors, Hy, Like living things, with flaming wings, Wide o'er the wondrous sky. I long to see those icebergs vast. With heads all crowned with snow, Whose green roots sleep in the awful deep, Two hundred fathoms low. 105 I long to hear the thundering crash Of their terrific fall; And the echoes from a thousand clilfs, Like lonely voices call. There we shall see the fierce white bear, The sleepy s6als aground, And the spouting whales that to and fro Sail with a dreary sound. We'll pass the shores of solemn pine, Where wolves and black bears prowl, And away to the rocky isles of mist To rouse the northern fowl. And there, in the wastes of the silent sky, With the silent earth below. We shall see far off to his lonely rock The lonely eagle go. Then softly, softly we will tread Bv island streams, to see Where the pelican of the silent North Sits there all silently. — William Howitt. 1U6 DECEMBER And now December's snows are here, The light flakes flutter down, And hoarfrost glitters, white and fair, Upon the branches brown. — Selected. JANUARY Wintry day ! frosty day ! God a cloak on all doth lay ; On the earth the snow he sheddeth, O'er the lamb a fleece he spreadeth, Gives the bird a coat of feather To protect it from the weather. — Selected. FEBRUARY In the snowing and the blowing, In the cold and cruel sleet, Little flowers begin their growing, Underneath your feet. — Mary Mapes Dodge. lOY CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night! Christmas in lands of the tir-tree and pine. Christmas in lands of the palm-tree and vine. Christmas where snow peaks stand solemn and white. Christmas where corntields lie sunny and bright ! Christmas where children are hopeful and gay, Christmas where old men are patient and gray, Christmas where peace, like a dove in his iiiglit, Broods o'er brave men in tlie thick of the figlit. Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night. For the Christ-Child who comes is the Master of all ; No palace too great and no cottage too small. — Phillips Brooks. 108 THE CHRISTMAS SONG And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying: "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to man.'' — St. Luke. The shepherds were watching their flocks On a beautiful starlit night. When the sky was suddenly filled With a band of angels bright. Oh ! shepherds fear not but rejoice, For we bring good news, they sing ; In Bethlehem is born this day, A saviour who is Christ your King ! A glad and wonderful song Rang through the heavens then ; It was '' Gloi"y to God on high. Peace on earth, good will toward men." THE CHRISTMAS SONG. iioy; 110 THE NEW YEAR The New Year comes in the midnight hour When the beautiful world is still, And the moonlight falls in a silver stream Over meadow and wood and hill. We can not hear the tread of his feet, For so silently comes he ; But the ringing bells the good news tell As they sound over land and sea. Where'er he steps new joys upspring, And hopes, that were lost or dim. Grow sw^eet and strong in the golden hours, Tliat he everywhere bears with him. He brings us snow from the fleecy clouds ; He sends us the springtime showers ; He gladdens our world with the light of love And fills its lap with flowers. Some day, as softly as he came, He will pass through the open door, And we who sing at his coming now Will never see him more. — Marie Zetterberg. Ill HOW PLANTS GROW trunk halves dissolves juice swells course openings blood Cut an apple into halves and take out one of the little brown seeds. How small it is ! Now h)()k at an apple tree. Did the apple tree come out of a little brown seed like the one vou hold in vour hand? You sav that it did. Look again. Which is larger, the seed or the apple tree? And now you laugh, as you say: "Of course an apple tree is larger than an apple seed." Then there must be something in the apple tree that was not in the seed. The tree has a trunk or stem. It has leaves and it has roots. How were all these made? Do you say that the apple tree grew? But what do you mean by growing? Something must have come into the apple seed to make 112 it grow into a plant. And something must have come into the little green apple plant to make it grow into a tree. What was it ? Where did the plant get it ? Cut into a green stem of the apple tree. See how the juice runs out! The apple tree was made from this juice which we call sap. This sap is the blood of the plant. It makes the plant grow just as your blood makes you grow. The sap came to the little apple plant all the time it was growing. But where did the plant get the sap ? The food of a plant lies all about its roots. The rain, or water from your watering pot, falls around the plant. It sinks into the ground. Then the water dissolves the earth just as it dissolves sugar. The seed swells, and the brown seed coat bursts. Then a little root runs down into the earth. This root has hundreds of open- ings or mouths. The little openings are so small that our eyes can not see them. The roots suck in the water from the 113 ground. The earth that is dissolved in the water creeps up into the plant. This juice or sap makes the plant grow. But the plant must have air as well as food. The sap can not turn into wood and bark and fruit until it has met the air. So the sap flows up into the leaves and meets the air. Then it finds its way into every part of the plant. It changes into the rough bark and hard wood of the apple tree. It changes into pink apple bios soms and buds. It changes into red apples and yellow apples. The same sap makes sweet apples ^.^ ^ and sour apples. Every '^■^.^^^ \, part of a plant is made from sap. Is not that very strange ? ^pp^^ Blossoms. We have learned that the roots take the food of plants from the earth. They do more than this. The roots are the feet of the plant. fi'^^- -3r 114 You could not stand without your feet. You would fall on the ground or the floor. And 80 the tree or the plant could not stand without its roots. Other plants grow just as the apple tree grows. The roots of a i)lant get food from the earth and keep the plant in its place in the ground. The stein makes the plant strong and holds it up in the air. And the leaves draAV in just what the plants need from the air around them. Fruit of the Apple Tree. 116 TALKING IN THEIR SLEEP " You think I am dead," The apple tree said, " Because I have never a leaf to show — Because I stoop And my branches droop, And the dull gray mosses over me grow. But I'm still alive in trunk and shoot; The buds of next Mav I fold awav — But I pity the withered grass at my foot." '' You think I am dead," The quick grass said, " Because I have parted with stem and bladeo But under the ground I am safe and sound With the snow's thick blanket over me laid. Tm all alive and readv to shoot. Should the spring of the year Come dancing here — But I pity the flowers without branch or root." 116 " You think I am dead," A soft voice said, " Because not a branch or root I own ! I never have died But close I hide, In a plumy seed that the wind has sown. Patient I wait through the long winter hours ; You will see me again — I shall laugh at you then, Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers." — Edith M. Thomas. A RIDDLE I HAVE only one foot, but thousands of toes ; My one foot stands, but never goes ; I have many arms and they're mighty all ; And hundreds of fingers, large and small. None e'er saw me eat — I've no mouth to bite ; Yet I feed all day in the full sunlight ; In the summer with song I shake and quiver, But in winter I fast and groan and shiver. — George MacdonaIiD. 117 ^J'S^TlsKis o " > ;"^ ■ , .rife fe^^^ftfel^f i"v ■-■ • ■ a >^*. SNOWFLAKES UT of the sky they come, Wandering down the air. Some to the roofs, and some AVhiten the branches bare ; Some in the empty nest, Some on the ground below, Until the world is dressed All in a gown of snow ; Diessed in a fleecy gown Out of the snowflakes spun ; Wearing a golden crown, Over her head the sun. Out of the sky again Ghosts of the flowers that died Visit the earth, and then Under the white drifts hide. Frank Dempster Sherman. 118 FANNIES MENAGERIE dozen trickled creatures dive pounced mustn't shoulders buncli seized shouldn't snatching shawl ''What a long, long day!" said Fannie. " Rain, rain all the time, and nothing pleasant to do. I wish mother Wi^ le % would let me go out of doors and play in the water. " The ducks seem to be having a line time on the pond. They like the rain. It' I only had a coat of feathers, I shouldn't mind a little wetting. I could dive and splash about all day long. But now I sup- pose I must go to sleep, for there seems to be nothing else for me to do." So Fannie threw herself on her bed. She lay with her eyes half open, watching the 119 raindrops as they trickled down the window panes. FLap, flap, flap! "What is that at the window? " Flap, flap, flap ! In flew a dozen geese. " Quack, quack ! quack ! Who car- ried off our feathers?" they were sci-eaming. They flew around tlie room, beatina; their wings against the walls and ceiling'. Fhq), flap, flap ! Ayent the flock of geese oyer Fannie' s head, and down they pounced ui)on the pillow. In a few minutes it was torn to i)ieces, and the feathers scattered all oyer the floor. '•Quack, quack, quack! Here are our feathers ! " cried all the geese ; and each one seized a bunch of feathers in its bill. Then they flew ofl', leaying the air full of soft, white down. Patter, patter, patter! The door was gently ]mshed oi)en, and there stood a sheep. "Please walk in, madam." said Fannie; and in came a whole flock of sheep. " Baa, baa, baa ! Where is the wool they cut from my back?,'; said a great, black sheep.' 120 "Baa, baa, baa! Who has carried off our wool ? " cried all the other sheep. " I didn't carry off your wool," said Fannie. " Stop, stop ! that's my shawl. You mustn't take that. What are you pulling the carpet to pieces for? " Without minding a word Fannie said, the great, black sheep marched out of the room with the shawl on its shoulders. All the other sheep followed Avith pieces of carpet folded over them. II. swarm nibbling exclaimed mattress troop neighing cranberries bursting eaten nonsense disturbed pillows Buzz, buzz, buzz ! " What comes to the window now? " In flew a swarm of bees. "Buzz, buzz, buzz! Where is our wax?" said the queen bee. " Hum, hum, hum ! Who stole our wax? " said all the bees. " There is no wax here," said Fannie. The bees flew about, crying, " Buzz, buzz. 121 buzz ! Hum, hum, hum ! " They seemed to be very angry about something. "Oh, dear,'' exclaimed Fannie ; " they have all lighted on my doll and are nibbling away her pretty face. Oh, my beautiful wax doll ! What shall I do ? What shall I do ? " At that moment there was a great noise in the hall. " I wonder what will come next," said Fannie. In trotted a troop of horses, neighing loudly, "Who stole our flowing manes? Who carried off our long, weaving tails?" " Here they are," said a great, white horse, and he began pulling the mattress into pieces. " I shall have no bed to sleep on," thought Fannie, as the horses went galloping out of the room, with their mouths full of horsehair. But what can be coming through the hall now, making so much noise? "Fannie! Fannie! Why don't you come down to tea?" shouted Frank, bursting into the room. " Oh, Frank," said she, "did you meet the horses running downstairs?" 122 " Horses running downstairs ! What are you talking about, Fannie? " " Why, some geese flew in through the window, and took the feathers from my pil- lows. A whole troop of horses came into my room and tore the mattress to pieces. A Hock of sheep carried off the carpet, and a swarm of bees has eaten up my doll's head." " Your doll is lying in her cradle, with cheeks as red as cranberries," said Frank.' "The carpet looks as pretty as ever; and your bed has not been disturbed. Sister dear, I think you have been dreaming a great deal of nonsense for one afternoon." — From " Rainbows for Children." HOW LAMBKIN WHITE WAS SAVED I. frolic trestle railroad marsh leader minute suddenly barrel bubbled lambkin companions swamp The morning sun was just rising over the hills when Lambkin White opened his eyes 1^3 and scrambled to his feet. All around him lay the sleeping flock. One after another the sheep and lambs awoke, and soon they were feeding on the grassy hillside. After the morning meal the lambs began to frolic. They raced across the pasture. They bounded over the stones that lay in their way. They seemed to plan their plays as children do, and everywhere Lambkin White was the leader. 124 Suddenly, he left his companions and ran to a large, flat rock. Upon this he jumped and stood waiting. Every lamb followed him. What the new game was called in sheep language no one can tell. But they chased one another like boys in a game of tag. The sun crept up the sky and the air grew hotter. And now the sheep stopped eating grass. They turned, all together, into a path that led to their drinking place. But to-day they could find no water. Instead of the spring which had bubbled out from under the great rock there were only stones and dry sand. Down the hill the flock slowly wound its way, looking for water. But Lambkin White did not walk with the flock. He ran here and there. He climbed rocks and hid behind trees. Indeed, could the mother sheep have spoken, she would have called him a very troublesome lambkin. The pasture sloped down to a piece of low, wet land. A wooden bridge or trestle had been built across the marsh for a railroad 125 track. Trains of cars rolled over this high bridge nearly every hour of the day. On came the sheep to the very edge of the swamp. Here they found black mud, but not a drop of water to drink. Near the end of the trestle was a cask, or water barrel, which had been sunk into the ground. Lambkin White ran to the barrel and looked in. There was some water in the cask, and the thirst v lamb stretched his neck farther and farther down to get a drink. Before his mother could reach him he fell, head foremost, into the water barrel. II. feebly drowning locomotive distress monster struggles passengers whistle Poor little lamb ! The smooth sides of the barrel were all around him and he could not get out. The helpless mother was in great distress, but what could she do? Her little one was drowning before her eyes, and she could not save him ! 126 The lamb's wild struggles were growing slower and slower. His limbs now moved feebly. In a moment more the brave young heart would stop beating. Soon there would be one less in the flock. Soon there would be a sad mother sheep calling in vain for her little lamb. Just then a shrill whistle sounded across the marsh. Over the trestle came the great locomotive dragging a train of cars filled with passengers. The foolish sheep, in their terror, ran along the railroad track in front of the moving train. But Lambkin White's mother still stood by the water cask. Nearer and nearer came the terrible noise of the engine. The black monster was coming directly toward her. Soon it will be u])on her ! Will she not run away from danger ? Will she not join the flock ? No ! for the mother heart is brave and the mother love is strong. If she can not save her darling, she can, at least, die by his side. 127 III. track fireman brakeman drowned brakes sunken engineer darling lleece pumped conductor dripping The engineer was watching with sharp eyes the flock of sheej) on the track ahead. He saw the lamb in the water barrel as the engine came near the end of the trestle. " Down brakes ! " he whistled, and the train suddenly stopped. The passengers crowded to the windows. What coukl be the matter? They saw the engineer running. They saw him stoop down and lift a little lamb from the sunken water barrel. Its fleece was dripping with water. The engineer placed the half-drowned crea- ture by its mother's side. And then what a cheer arose from the passengers for the kind deed which he had done. The fireman drove the sheep from the track and turned tliem toward the hillside pasture. A l)rakeman pumped the water barrel full of water for the thirsty flock. 128 Back ran the engineer to his engine. " All aboard," shouted the conductor, as he swung himself upon the last car of the rolling train. Late that afternoon a happy mother sheep wandered back to the pasture with Lambkin White following very slowly in her tracks. He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man, and bird, and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all. — Samuel T. Coleridge. "^^'"'fW^^^^^ ft, ,-. . ,v- .*.4i^ 129 THE LAMB Little lamb, who made tliee? Dost thou know wiio made thee — Gave thee life, and bade thee feed By th'e stream and o'er the mead ; Gave thee clothing of delight. Softest clothing, w^oolly, bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little lamb, I'll tell thee ; Little lamb, I'll tell thee ; He is called by thy name. For he calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild ; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little lamb, God bless thee ! Little lamb, God bless thee ! — William Blake. 9 — 3r 130 THE NECKLACE OF TRUTH I. Merlin fault necklace clasp liabit wizard untruths shame There was once a little girl named Pearl, Avho had a bad habit of telling untruths. For a long time her father and mother did not know this. But at last they found that she very often said things that were not true. Now, at this time — for it was long, long ago — there lived a wonderful man named Merlin. He could do such strange things, and he was so very wise, that he was called a wizard. Merlin was a great lover of truth. For this reason children who told untruths were often brought to him, so that he might cure them of their fault. " Let us take our child to the Avonderful wizard," said Pearl's father. And the mother said, " Yes, let us take 131 her to Merlin. He will cure her ! " So Pearl's jiarents went to the glass palace where Merlin lived. When they reached Merlin's palace, the wise old man said, " I know very well what I ! is the matter with your child ; she does not love the truth." Poor Pearl hid her head with shame and fear. But Merlin said, "Do not be afraid. I am only going to make you a present." Then the wizard opened a drawer and took from it a lovely necklace with a diamond 132 clasp. This he put on Pearl's neck, and told her parents to go home happy, for the little girl would soon be cured. As they were going away. Merlin looked at Pearl, and said, "In a year from now I shall come for my necklace. Till then you must not dare to take it off." n. coarse satin truthful size sobbed tassels falsehood wrong choked weeping confessed coach Can you guess what the necklace was? It was the wonderful Necklace of Truth. Next day Pearl went to school. When her schoolmates saw the beautiful necklace, they crowded around her. " Oh, what a lovely necklace ! Where did you get it, Pearl? " " My father gave it to me for a Christmas present," said Pearl. " Oh, look, look ! " cried the children. "The diamond has turned dim!" 133 Pearl looked down at her necklace and saw that the lovely clasp was changed to coarse glass. Then she was very much afraid, and said, " I will tell vou the truth : the wizard Merlin gave it to me." At once the diamond was as bright as before. The girls now began to laugh, because they knew that only children who told falsehoods were sent to Merlin. " You need not laugh," said Pearl. " Merlin sent a lovelv coach to bring us. It Avas drawn by six white horses, and was lined with satin, and had gold tassels." She stopped, for all the children were laugh- ing again. Then she looked at her necklace, and — what do you think ? It hung down to the floor ! At each false word she had spoken, the necklace had stretched out more and more. " You are stretching the truth ! " cried the little girls. Then Pearl confessed that all she had told them was false ; and at once the necklace changed to its right size. 134 " But what did Merlin say when he gave you the necklace?" " He said it was a present for a truthful — " She could not go on speaking. The neck- lace became so short that it nearly choked her. "0 dear, no!" sobbed Pearl. "He said I did not love the truth, nor speak the truth." The girls did not laugh now. They were sorry for Pearl when they saAv her weeping. At last Pearl was cured. She saw how wrong and how foolish it is to tell false- hoods. "Never more w^ill I tell a lie," said she. And she kept her w^ord. Before the year was ended Merlin came for his necklace. He knew that Pearl did not need it now, and he wanted it for another little girl. Since Merlin died, no one can tell what has become of the wonderful Necklace of Truth. Would you like to wear it? Are you sure the diamond would always keep bright? —From "Old Fairy Tales." 135 SPEAK THE TRUTH TO BE MEMORIZED Speak tlie truth ! Speak it boldly, never fear ; Speak it so that all may hear ; 111 the end it shall appear Truth is best in age and youth. Speak the truth. Speak the truth ! Truth is beautiful and brave, Strong to bless and strong to save ; Falsehood is a cowardlv knave : From it turn thy steps in youth — Follow truth. SAINT VALENTINE Here is one of the manv stories that have been told about Saint Valentine. Father Valentine was a priest who lived a long time ago. He spent his time in nurs- ing the sick and in comforting the sorrow- 136 ing. As he went about among his people, the children, too, found a kind and helpful friend. They liked to talk with him, and to run by his side as he went from one house to another. What wonderful stories he told them about the birds and the flowers ! How many beautiful things he taught . them as they walked together through the forest and by the river! Father Valentine loved all the little crea- tures of the woods and the streams, and they seemed to love him in return. Tlie birds would come at his call, and the squirrels would scamper down the trees to take food from his hand. Years went by, and at last the good priest became too old to visit his people. How they must have wished to hear again the sound of his footsteps at the door ! How the children must have missed their kind teacher and the stories that he told ! Father Valentine was very sad because he could no longer go about from home to home. 137 But he soon found a way by which he could still be of use to those he loved. As he sat in his room he wrote the kind words which had always made his visits so full of good cheer. Every day his loving messages were sent near and far. They were carried by the boys and girls who had learned from him to be happy in helping others. Soon his friends began to watch for the kind words that were sure to come to them whenever they were in need of help. Even the little children, when they were ill, Avould say, "I am sure that Father Valentine will send me a letter to-dav." After a time the good father passed away from earth, but he has not been forgotten. Each year, when the fourteenth of Febru- ary comes around, we still keep his birthday. Think of the lonely, remember the sad, Be kind to the poor, make every one glad, On good old Saint Valentine's Day. 138 A FAMOUS OLD HOUSE fancy buckles victory office bosom ruffled headciuarters freedom ftlfTJ I I M Here is a picture of a famous old house. It was built more than one hundred years ago, and it still stands, painted yellow and white, as in the days of old. People come from far and near to see it, and perhaps some day you will yisit it. Do you wish to know why so many people travel miles and miles to see this old ])lace? T\vo great men once lived here. The lirst one was a brave general. Long ago he Avas called from his own home to take command 139 of an army. In those days, the yellow and white house w^as one of the finest places for miles around. So it was given to the general for his headquarters. If these old walls could only speak, what wonderful stories they could tell ! For in this house many plans were made, which helped to bring freedom to our land. We like to fancy that Ave can see the great general going in and out of the front door. He used to wear a three-cornered hat and ruffled shirt bosom, knee-breeches, and low shoes with silver buckles. This brave and noble commander led his army through many dangers to victory, and he afterward became the first pi'esident of the United States. You need not be told that the great general who once lived in the famous old house was George Washington. After many years the old house became the home of another great and good man. He did not lead armies, nor make laws, nor hold office. And yet few men in our country have been so well known or so well loved. 140 His poems are read in all parts of the world, and Lis beautiful thoughts have helped hun- dreds and hundreds of people to love the right and to hate the wrong. And now you are eager to speak the name of the great poet who once lived in the famous old house — Henry Wads worth Longfellow. HIAWATHA'S HUNTING Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in summer, Where they hid themselves in winter, — Talked with them whene'er he met them. Called them "Hiawatha's chickens." Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets. How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, 141 Why the rabbit was so timid, — Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them " Hiawatha's brothers." Forth into the forest straightway All alone walked Hiawatha Proudly, with his boAy and ari'ows; And the birds sang round him, o'er him, '' Do not shoot us, Hiawatha! " Sang the robin, sang the bluebird, "Do not shoot us, Hiawatha! '' And the rabbit from his pathway Leaped aside, and at a distance Sat erect upon his haunches. Half in fear and half in frolic Saying to the little hunter, " Do not shoot me, Hiawatha ! " But he heeded not, nor heard them, For his thoughts were with the red deer ; On their tracks his eyes were fastened. Leading downward to the riyer. To the ford across the riyer ; And as one in slumber walked he. 142 Hidden in the alder bushes, There he waited till the deer came, Till he saw two antlers lifted, Saw two eyes look from the thicket, Saw two nostrils point to windward, And a deer came down the pathway, Flecked with leafy light and shadow. 143 And his heart within him fluttered, Trembled like the leaves above him, As the deer came down the pathway. LONGFELLOW WITH HIS CHILIJREN eager birthday planned questions grief meant nursery elm musician laAvn playfellow loss The famous old house looks very quiet and lonely in the picture. But there was a time when many children ran about its halls and played upon the lawn. " How many children did Mr. Longfellow have ? Did he have any boys ? What were their names? " These questions are asked again and again by little people who keep the birthday of the poet and wish to learn about his life. 144 In his journal, Mr. Longfellow tells us about his children, and it is there we may find answers to all our questions. The poet's eldest son was named Charles. When Charles was two years old his little brother Ernest was born. Longfellow then moved his books into another room and gave up his study to his babies. And so the room in which Washington had planned battles became the nursery of the Longfellow children. Did any children ever have a more famous nursery? In this room which once belonged to Wash- ington we like to think that the children heard again and again the story of our first President. When Ernest was but a few days old his father told a friend that the little newcomer was a great musician. Do you know what the poet meant by this ? While Charles and Ernest were still little boys, their baby sister Fannie came to live in the nursery. Just as she was old enough to run about, the dear little girl died. Then the 145 house was full of sorrow. Many of the poems Longfellow wrote at this time tell the story of his mef at the loss of his little daughter. diaries was six years old and Ernest four, Tyhen their father first took them to school. He left them sitting on little chairs among the other children in an old house near a large elm tree. It was under this same tree that Washing- ton took command of the American army. As time Ayent on three little girls took the places of the boys in the nursery. How all these children loyed their father! They thought him the best playfellow in the world, and so he was. He made toys for them, tauo'ht them games, and wrote letters which he placed under their pillows for them to find in the morning. n. sealing parties proyide wreaths coasting pleasure happiness package Longfellow writes in his journal about coasting with the boys for hours upon the 10 — 3r 146 hillside, and of working hard with all the children making a snow house in the front yard. Again he tells of charming birthday parties when children played in the hay and scram- bled for sugar plums. These parties always ended with a fine birthday supper. On the first of May the children sometimes had a May party. The girls wore wreaths upon their heads and danced around the May pole. Then they all went to the summer house for a feast. In summer the Longfellow children often went to the seaside with their father and mother. All day long they played in the sand and waded in the water. But a great and terrible sorrow came sud- denly to the Longfellow home. One morning, as Mrs. Longfellow was sealing a package with hot wax, her dress caught fire. Before the flames could be put out she was so badly burned that she died soon after. Neyer again was the poet full of joy as he had always been before. For him the 147 happiness of life was over. But he never forgot to i)rovide for the pleasure of his chil- dren. Longfellow has told us about his three daughters in a beautiful poem called " The Children's Hour." He has also written about them in a letter to a little girl which you will be glad to read. A LETTER TO A LITTLE GIRL Edith exactly merriest piazza Allegra memory encamped nankeen ISTahaxt, August 18, 1859. Your letter followed me down here by the seaside, wliere I am passing the summer with my three little girls. The oldest is about your size ; but as little girls keep changing every year I can never remember exactly how old she is, and have to ask her mamma, who has a better memorv than I have. Her name is Alice. I never forget that. She is a nice girl and loves poetry almost as much as vou do. 148 The second is Editli, with blue eyes and beautiful gohlen locks which 1 sometimes call her nankeen hair to make . her laugh. She is a busy little woman and wears gray boots. The younoest is Allegra, which you know means merry; and she is the merriest little thing you eyer saw — always singing and laughing all over the house. These are my three little girls, and Mr. Read has painted them all in one picture which I hope you will sec some day. They bathe in the sea and dig in the sand and patter about the piazza all day long. Sometimes they go to see the Indians en- cam])ed on the shore, and buy baskets and bows and arrows. I do not say anything about the two boys. They are such noisy fellows it is of no use to talk about them. And now, Miss Emily, giye my loye to your papa, and good night with a kiss from his friend and yours, Henry W. Longfellow. (149) 150 THE OPEN WINDOW The old house bv the lindens Stood silent in the shade, And on the graveled pathway The light and shadow played, I saw the nursery windows Wide open to the air, But the faces of the children, They were no longer there. The large Newfoundland house dog Was standing by the door ; He looked for his little playmates. Who would return no more. They walked not under the lindens, They played not in the hall : But shadow, and silence, and sadness Were hanging over all. The birds sans; in the branches With sweet, familiar tone ; But the voices of the children Will be heard in dreams alone ! — Henry Wadswokth Loxgfellow. 151 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are sti'ong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat ; He earns whate'er he can. And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night. You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heayy sledge. With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell. When the evening sun is low. Fiuui tlji; I'^iuLiug Ijy ^"' i'-'l\^'" i^^iU'iji't-r. Kiigrav.a bv Ili-my W. I'.-jkwfil. (152) THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. 153 And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, xVnd hear the bellows roar. And catch the burning s|)arks that fly Like chaft" from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mothers voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more. How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eves. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing. Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, 154 Each evening sees its close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my Avorthy friend, For the lesson tlioii hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and tliought. — Henby W. Lojs'gfellow. GEORGE WASHINGTON, THE YOUNG SURVEYOR beyond compass knowledge Yernon acres bargain Englishman undertake measure surveyor gentleman interesting It is very interesting to know how George Washington passed his boyhood. In many wavs he was no better than other bovs. He had a quick temper, and he soon found that he must learn to control it. But he wished to make a good and useful 155 ■ man of himself. This story tells some of the ways in which he tried to do this. He had learned to survey land, and this knowledge soon became of great use to him. When he was sixteen years old, he went to liye with his brother Lawrence at Mount Vernon. He took his compass and surveyor's chain with him. Nearly every day he went out into the fields to measure his brother's land. A tall, white-haired gentleman often came into the fields to see what Washington was doinii;, and to talk vrith him. This was Sir Thomas Fairfax. He had lately come to America from his home in England. He owned thousands of acres of land in the new country beyond the mountains. Sir Thomas was very fond of hunting, and he liked to have Washington go with liim. They often rode out together, and the old Englishman came to like his young friend very much. He saw that the boy was manly and brave and very careful in all that he did. " Here is a boy who likes to make himself 156 useful; I can trust him," he said. And Sir Thomas soon made a bargain with young Washington to survey his wikl lands. Washington loved out-of-door life, and he was very fond of riding on horseback. So lie was glad to undertake the work of surveying land for Sir Thomas. SURA^EYING IN THE WILDERNESS cousin enjoyed paid yelled drummed swam One bright day in early spring the young surveyor started out on his first trip across the mountains. With him was a cousin of Sir Thomas Fairfax. Eacli young man rode a good horse and carried a gun. As there were no roads in the wild country they found their way tlirough paths in tlie forest. They climbed mountains and swam rivers. At night tliey slept in a hunter's cabin or by a cam]) lire in the woods. Often they were wet and cold and without shelter. They cooked their meat over the fire 157 on forked sticks, and they ii-sed wooden chips and leaves for plates. One day they met a band of Indians. Tliere were thirty of them, and their bodies were half cov- ered with war l)aint. The Indians seemed very friendly. They built a huge tire under the trees and danced tlieir w a r dance. One of tliem drummed on a deerskin stretched over an iron l)Ot George Washington, the Surveyor. The others whooped and yelled as they danced around the tire. It was a strange sight, and the young men looked on with wonder. For w^eeks Washington and ids comi)anion 158 lived in the forest. They found the best places for hunting, and the best lands for farms. When they returned home Sir Thomas was much pleased with all that the young men told him about tlie new country. He made up his mind to move across the mountains and to spend the rest of his life upon his own lands. George Avas well paid for his work of surveying. This was the first money he had ever earned, and he enjoyed spending it because he had worked hard for it. chain ashes rifle ABRAHAM LINCOLN His New Home I. patient potatoes inclosed Kentucky Indiana household furrv bacon loosed In the autumn after Abraham Lincoln was eight years old, his parents left their Ken- tucky home and moved to Indiana. 159 They had no wafron, and all their house- hold goods were carried on the backs of two horses. At night they slept on the ground, sheltered only by the trees. It was not more than fifty or sixty miles from the old home to the new; but it was a i^ood many days before the family reached their journey's end. Oyer a part of the way there was no road. The moyers had sometimes to cut a path through the thick Ayoods. The boy was tall and yei'y strong for his age. He already knew how to handle an ax, and few men could shoot with a rifle better than he. He was his father's helper in all kinds of work. It was in Noyember when the family came to the place which was to be their future home. AYinter was near at hand. There was no house nor shelter of any kind. What would become of the patient, tired mother, and the gentle little sister? Hardly had they reached the spot chosen for their home than Lincoln and his father were 160 at work with their axes. In a short time they had built w^hat they called a camp. . This camp w^as but a rude shed made of poles and covered Avith leaves and branches. 161 It was inclosed on three sides. The fourtli side was left open, and in front of it a tire was built. This lire was kept burning all the time. It warmed the inside of the camp. A big- iron kettle was hung over it by means of a chain and pole. In the kettle the fat bacon, the beans, and the corn were boiled for the family's dinner and supper. In the hot ashes the good mother baked corn cakes, and sometimes, perhaps, a few potatoes. One end of the camp was used as a kitchen. The rest of the space was the family sitting room and bedroom. The floor was covered with leaves, and on these were spread the furry skins of deer and bears and other animals. n. Bible hoeing supplied strength busy plowing chopping taught In this camp the Lincoln family spent their first winter in Indiana. How very cold and dreary that winter must have been ! Think of 11 — 3r 162 the stormy nights, of the howling wind, of the snow and the sleet and the bitter frost ! It is not much wonder that the mother's strength began to fail before the spring months came. It was a busy winter for Thomas Lincoln. Every day his ax was heard in the woods. He was clearing the ground, so that in the spring it might be planted. And he was cutting logs for his new house. For he had made up his mind, now, to have something better than a cabin to live in. The woods were full of wild animals. It was easy for the boy and his father to kill plenty of game, and thus keep the family supplied with meat. Lincoln, with chopping and hunting and trapping, was very busy. He had but little time to play. Since he had no playmates we do not know that he even wanted to play. With his mother he read over and over the Bible stories which both of them loved so well. And, during the cold, stormy days, when he could not leave the camp, his mother taught him how to write. 163 In the spring tlie new honse was built. It was only a log house, with one room below and a loft above. But it was so much bet- ter than the old cabin in Kentucky that it seemed like a })alace. The family moved into the new house before the floor was laid, or any door was hung at the doorway. Then came the plowing and the planting and the hoeing. Everybody was busy from daylight to dark. silence finished buried ABRAHAM LINCOLN His Priest Great Sorrow I. postage autumn preacher sycamore grieving minister duties comfort feeble The summer passed, and autumn came. Then the poor mother's strength gave out. She could no longer go about her household duties. She had to depend more and more upon the help that her children could give her. 164 At length she became too feeble to leave her bed. She called the boy to her side. She put her arm around him and said : " My boy, I shall very soon leave you. I know that you will always be good and kind to vour sister and father. Trv to live as I liave taught you, and to love your heavenly Father." Then she fell asleep, never to wake again on this earth. Under a big sycamore tree, half a mile from the house, the neighbors dug the grave for tlie mother of Abraham Lincoln. And there they buried her in silence and in great sorrow. In all that new countrv there was no church ; and no minister could be found to speak words of comfort and hope to the grieving ones around the grave. But the boy remembered a preacher whom they had known in Kentucky. The name of this preacher was David Elkin. If he would only come ! And so, after all was over, the lad sat 165 down and wrote a letter to David Elkin. Abraham was only a child nine years old, but he believed that the good man would remember his mother, and come. It was no easv task to write a letter. Paper and ink were not things of common use, as they are with us. A pen had to be made from the quill of a goose. But at last the letter was finished and sent to Kentucky. How it was carried T do not know, for the mails were few in those days, and postage was very high. IL upright forded justice earliest reward preached funeral sym})athy reverence months hymns duty Months passed. Tlie leaves were again on the trees. The wihl Howers were blossoming in the woods. At last the preacher came. He had ridden a hundred miles on horse- back. He had forded rivers and traveled through pathless woods. He had dared the 16(3 dangers of the wild forest. And all in answer to the lad's letter. He had no hope of reward save that which is given to every man who does his duty. He did not know that there would come a time when the greatest preachers in the world would envy him his sad task. And now the friends and neighbors gath- ered again under the great sycamore tree. The funeral sermon was preached. Hymns were sung. A prayer was offered, and words of comfort were spoken. From that time forward the mind of Abraham Lincoln was tilled with high and noble thoughts. In his earliest childhood his mother had taught him to love truth and justice, to be honest and upright among men, and to honor God. These lessons he never foro:ot. Long afterAvard, when the world had come to know him as a very great man, he said : " All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother." — James Baldwin. 167 HANA AND TORA Theik 1 Home Tora Ja[)aii Ja])ane8e frowns Haiia niiiToi' carriage hastens Hana is a little Ja[)anese girl. Her name, in the language of Jai)an, means Hower or blossom. If YOU should see her you would say tluit she is as beautiful as the gayest Hower in the garden. Tora is her brother and his name means tiger. He is called Tora because his father and mother wish him to be as strong and as brave as a tiger. Hana and Tora live in one of the beau- tiful islands of Japan. Let us visit them in their home on the other side of the world. We must cross the ocean to reach this far away land. So we go on board a great steamer and for davs and davs we sail over the sea. At last we come to the city where our 168 little friends live. We leave the ship and climb into a two-wheeled carriage which is drawn by a man. He runs along the street with our carriage almost as fast as a horse can trot. How strange everything seems. The men, Avomen, and children all wear gowns that look like dresses. They clatter along in wooden shoes, and they carry paper um- brellas. We ride through narrow streets. There are no sidewalks nor green lawns. And now our carriage stops. We have come to the home of Hana and Tora. The front of the house is open like a doll's play- 169 house, and we can see through to the garden beyond. How clean everything looks ! The porch shines like a mirror. All the floors are covered with matting made of the whitest straw. Even the road in front of the house is swept. We walk toward the house, and a little girl comes in from the garden. She lias a clear yellow skin, bright black eyes, and smooth black hair. This is Hana, and she hastens to iireet us. She drops down on her knees, and bows so low that her head touches the matting. Her mother will soon be at home, Hana says, and she begs us to come in. Does she ask us to take off our hats ? Oh, no, she expects us to take oft" our shoes. The Japanese always leave their shoes outside Avlien they go into a house. Again and again the polite little girl bows her head to the floor as we enter. We sit down on the thick matting, for in the houses of Japan there are no cliairs. 170 II. closet pickles alphabet knives parlor pockets embroidered (piilts observe greetings maidservant screens Little Hana looks like a butterfly in her loose dress embroidered all over with bright flowers. Her sleeves are very large, and a wide sash of soft red silk is tied around her waist. And now Hana's mother returns, and Tora comes running in from his play. There are more bows and more greetings. Tora is dressed in a plain blue gOAvn very much like his sister's. Both the children have large pockets in their sleeves where thev carrv their ])lavthin2:s. Our friends invite us to spend tlie night with them. We are very glad to do so. They take us to the parlor, which is at the back of the house. It is now time for supper. A small table, about ten inches high, is placed before each 171 person in the room. We sit on the floor as we eat. A little maidservant brings in cakes and candies shaped like tlowers. She kneels and bows low as she hands them to us. Next we have sonp, which we drink from small boAvls. Then come pickles and strange kinds of food that we have never before seen. Last of all rice is served from a large, round, wooden box, and we drink our tea from tiny cups. There are no knives and no forks, and so 172 we observe our Japanese friends as they eat with two long wooden sticks. Then we take our chop sticks and try to eat the rice as they do. Hana and Tora watch us, but they are too polite to smile. After the supper is over, the grown people sit on the floor and talk to one another, or watch the children at their games. Hana and Tora play with small cards on which are printed the strange-looking letters of the Japanese alphabet. And so the evening passes and bedtime comes. The little maidservant takes us up- stairs. We see no beds, and we wonder wdiere we shall sleep. But screens are soon drawn together, and a room is made for us. Then the little nuxid slides back anotlier screen, and there in the wall is a closet. Out of this she takes soft, thick quilts, and spreads them on the matting, one on top of another. For a pillow she brings each of us a small block of wood. We do not like the w^ooden pillows, but we sleep soundly all night in our beds on the floor. 173 HANA AND TORA Their Festival Days I. merry alcove festival polite packed budding storehouse sashes A BEAUTIFUL garden lies back of the house where Hana and Tora live. In Japan the people love the flowering trees and plant them in their gardens. Now it is early springtime and the plum trees are just beginning to burst into bloom. The cliildren ask us to go Avith them and look for the first plum blossoms. The pink buds are pushing out of their brown coverings. " Oh, I am so dad ! " Hana savs. " Soon the peach trees will bloom, and then it will be time for the Doll Festival. "How I wish I could show you my dolls! I have more than a hundred, but they are all packed away in the storehouse. " Some of them are very old. They used to belong to my grandmother and to my 174 great-grandmother. The doll I like best was given to me when I was a baby. It is as large as I am, and it can wear my clothes. "When the Doll Festival comes I have a merry time. In the morning when I get np I find all my dolls waiting for me in the guest room. " With them are doll houses, little tables, sets of dishes, and boxes full of pretty gowns and sashes. The first thing I do is to dress all the dolls in their best clothes. " Of course they must have something to eat, for it is the Feast of Dolls. " I make tea for them and put dishes of candy and cake and rice on their little tables. It is not polite to leave anything on one's plate, and so Tora and I have all the food that the dolls do not eat. " For three whole days I can play with my dolls. Then I take oft' their beautiful clothes and put on their sleeping coats. My mother packs them in their boxes and stores them away for another year, nntil the Feast of Dolls comes again." 175 II. whole swords current success images generals rustle famous best " Tora does not care for the Feast of Dolls, because that is a girls' festival. The Feast of Flags is the bovs' day." -Oh. yes," Tora says, '• I think the Festival is the very ay of the whole year. Then everybody Hies kites and the boys have their feast. " What fun it is to see the huge paper fishes flying over all the houses and oardens! Some of the fishes are as large as a man. They open their mouths and swim about in the air as if they were in the water. All day long they flap their fins and tails and rustle in the wind." " But why are so many of voiir kites made like fishes? " we ask. 176 " Because there is one kind of fisli in our country so strong and l)rave that he swims up stream and leaps the waterfalls," Tora an- swered. " So Japanese parents fly kites made like fishes to help their sons I'emember that they must struggle bravely to win success. , '' There are many kinds of fish, my father savs, that can float down the stream with the current; but there is only one fish that can swim up the stream and leap over a waterfall. " We have many other kites too. Some of them are shaped like butterflies. Some are shaped like birds and they make a singing noise when the wind blows through them. " On the morning of the Flag Festival I find all my toys in the guest room where Hana finds her dolls. " Among my toys are wooden soldiers older than Hana's oldest dolls. My grand- father's grandfather used to play with them when he was a little boy. '• And there are banners and swords, and images of the famous generals of Japan dressed in splendid armor. My father always 177 plays with me on tlie day of the FUig Festi- val, and lie tells nie about the brave soldiers of our country. " In the evening the people light their prettiest paper lanterns, and hang them in the gardens and before every house and store. " Sometimes my father takes me boat- riding, and the most beautiful sight of all is the river with the many colored lights twin- klino; from the boats." Hana and Tora tell us about other great festivals of their country, and they invite us to visit them again at the time of the Feast of Cherry Blossoms. A dip of the nose, A turn of the toes, A spread of the hand, A bend of the knees — It takes all these To say " Good day " In chrysanthemum land So far away. 178 MARCH In March come the March winds ; Tliey l)h)\v and they Woav, Tliey sweep np the hrown leaves, That green ones may grow. SKhECTED. APRIL April, April, are von here? Oh ! how fresh the wind is hlowing ! See ! Tlie sky is bright and clear ; Oh ! how green the grass is growing ! — DouA Reeu Goodale. MAY Robins in the tree top ; Blossoms in the grass ; Green things a-growing. Everywhere you i)ass; Sudden little breezes ; Showers of silver dew ; Black bough and bent twig Budding out anew. — T. P.. Aldrtch. 170 EASTEll SOXG TO IJE MEMORIZED Snowdrops ! lift your timid lieads, All tlie earth is waking; Field and forest, brown and dead, Into life are waking. <- Lilies ! lilies ! Easter calls ! Rise to meet the dawning Of the blessed light that falls Thronsxh the Easter morning. AVaken, sleeping butterflies, Burst Yonr narrow in-ison ! « * Spread your golden wings and rise, For the Lord is risen. — Mary. A. Lathbttry. From " Liitle Pilgrim Sonr/y" Used hy permimion of the Biglon- a- .Hdiii Co. ISO THE SONd OF THE POPPY SEED TO V>K MEMORIZED Little brown brother, oh ! little brown brother, Are you awake in the dark? Here we lie cozily, close to each other ; Hark to the song of the lark — " Waken ! " the lark says, " Avaken and dress yon, Put on your green coats and gay, Bhie sky will shine on you, sunshine caress you, Waken ! 'tis morning — 'tis May 1 " Little brown brother, oh ! little brown brother, What kind of flower will you be ? rU be a poppy — all white, like my mother, Do be a poppy like me. What! you're a sunflower? How I shall miss YOU, When you're grown golden and high ! But I shall send all the bees up to kiss you. Little brown brother, good-by ! . — E. Nesbit. 181 CLOVERS The clovers have no time to play: Tliev feed the cows and make the hay, And trim the lawns and help the bees, Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lav aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their i)rayers, And drop their tired little heads, And go to sleep in clover beds. Then when the day dawns clear and blue They wake and wash their hands in dew ; And as the sun climbs up the sky They hold them up and let them dry ; And then to work the whole long day : For clovers have no time to play. — Helexa Lekming Jelliffe. Copyriyftt, 1903, The Outlook Company. 182 WHO TOLD THE NEWS? Oh, the sunshine told the bluebird, And the bluebii'd told the brook, Tliat the dandeliiais Avere peeping From the a\ oodland's sheltered nook ; So tlie brook was blithe and happy, And it babbled all the way, As it ran to tell the river Of the coming of the May. Tlien the river told the meadow, And the meadow told the bee, That the tender buds were swelling On the old horse-chestnut tree ; And the bee shook off its torpor. And it spread each gauzy wing, As it flew to tell the flowers Of the coming of the spring. .Jii;'i,;;':<^it^X:- ^f^P^^^' 183 AIR squeeze crevice surrounds gust motion notliing furniture weigh We say that a room with no furniture in it is emi)ty. But this is not exactly true. There is one thing that the room is full of to its very to]). It is something that you can not see. But it is as real a thing as the furniture. This thing is air. If vou take all of vour books out of the box in which you keej^ them, you say there is nothins; left in it. But the box is full ot air. When you shut it up and put it away, you put away a box full of air. When the ■books Avere in it, it was full of books and air together. Now it is full of air alone. The air is everywhere. It is alwavs ready to go where there is a place for it. Every crack and crevice is tilled with it. You see a little boy playing with a ball. What is it that he is throwing against the wall ? It is a rubber ball, vou sav. But is 184 this all ? Is there not something else besides the rubber? Suppose that you prick a hole in the ball and squeeze it. It is now good for nothing. But the rubber is all there. AVliy is the ball good for nothing? It is because the air which filled the ball and made it round has escaped. The ball is of no use unless you can keep it full of air. Perhaps you think that air does not Aveigh anything. But it does weigh something, though very little, and its weight is well known. You can not see air, but von can sometimes feel it. You can not feel it while it is still if you are still at the same time. You can feel it only when it is in motion. When the wind blows upon you, it is air in motion that you feel. When YOU fan yourself, the air strikes upon your face, and you feel it. When there is a gust of wind, the air comes against you just as a wa\e of water does. Sometimes we say the wind blows yery 185 hai-d or very strong. This is when the air moves very fast. When there is only a gentle breeze, the air is moving very slowly. When the air moves very fast, it sometimes does a great deal of harm. It roots up trees and blows down houses. The air is clear, like ghiss. Tliat is, it lets you see throu2;h it. But when you look ui) through the air, vou see that it is of a, blue color. You call the blue air the sky. The sky is the blue air that suri'ounds the earth. WoKTHIXUTOX HuoKEK. THE UNSEEN CHANT I. giant perish whistling whirls mighty stolen meddles voice tosses racket tumbling prank There is a mighty giant in the world, who is as old as the earth itself. You have often heai'd his voice and felt his touch, but you have never seen his face. 180 AVlieii lie is angry, all men fear, and all the beasts of the field seek their hiding places. As he rages and whirls along his way, he tosses honses into the air as easily as a hoy tosses a ball. He throws down great trees or ])ulls them np by the roots as he crashes through the forest. Sometimes he flies out over the sea and chases the ships. He rolls great waves over their decks and drives the ships against the rocks to perish. But he plays many a queer i)rank even in 187 the midst of his aiiirer. One day he lifted a schoolhoiise, turned it around in the air, and set it down with the back of tlie house just where the front had been. Onee Avhen lie was tumbling down houses with a great racket, he found a baby in a eradle. Catching it up, he was off like a hash. Where had he taken the baby? Would it eyer be found aliye'? "Neyer," the people said. But just then a cry was heard, and there was the little child safe in the branches of a tree ! This giant meddles with eyerything within his reach. He knocks the apples off the trees before they are rit)e. He tears the yines from the house, and picks the flowers from their stalks. He is not always honest, for on washing days he often tries to steal the clothes from the line. He takes things which boys and girls leaye in the yard, or on the doorstep. Then the old giant goes whistling on his way to hide his stolen goods. Sometimes he throws them under the bushes, and some- times he tosses them into the water. 188 II. l)ngle unseen neither flute iinisic chimney thirsty 1./ whence cattle saddest keyhole grinds Tlie unseen giant is often kind and gentle. In the long, hot summer time he softly fans sick children, and helps them to become strong and well again. When he wishes, he can be one of the irreatest workers in the workl. Sometimes 189 he flies from town to town sweeping the streets. He draws water for thirsty cattle, and he orinds wheat and corn for anv miller that asks his help. Up and down the rivers, and over the sea, he works by day and by night, carrying peo- ple where they wish to go. Had it not been for him, neither Colnmbus nor the Pilgrims conld have reached the shores of America. He likes to play with boys and girls. Sometimes he is a little rongh. But when there are kites to flv or boats to sail, he is the best playfellow that can be found. The strong; old p:iant is very fond of music, too. He loves to play on the horn, the bugle, and the flute. Sometimes you hear him whistling in the keyhole and singing in the chimney. Often he flies to the pine forests, where he makes the sweetest, saddest music you have ever heard. Evervthino; you have heard about this won- derful giant is true. And when you think of his name, you will remember manv other things that he can do. 11»0 WHAT ROBIN TOLD HoAV do the robins build their nest? Kobin Redbreast told me. First a wisp of amber hay In a pretty round they lay ; Then some shreds of downy floss, Feathers too, and bits of moss, Woven with a sweet, sweet song. This way, that way, and across : That's what Robin told me. Where do the robins hide their nest? Robin Redbreast told me. Up among the leaves so deep, AYliere the sunbeams rarely creep. Long before the winds are cold, Long before the leaves are gold. Bright-eyed stars will peep and see Baby robins one, two, three: That's what Robin told me. — George Cooper. 191 Tin: lUPvD'S EDUCATION owlets liunoTY protect training nobody quietly educated i'as])l)eiTies woodpecker tojiyrigut., rjnii, hv A. K. Dugmore. "worms slii)ped lintter The young bird needs to be educated just as a child needs to be, though not exactly in the same way. After the young bird can fly, he needs to be taught to find his own food, and also A\here to sleep. He needs to know the ditferent calls and cries of his family, and what they all mean, lie has to learn to tiy, and he must learn to Ilt2 sing. Tlien lie nnist learn what to be afraid of, and liow to })rotect himself from his ene- mies. No doubt there are many lessons for him to learn that we do not know about. If you watch little birds just out of the nest, you may see them being taught how to find their food. The robin mother takes her little one to the ground and shows him where the worms live, and how to get them. The owl mother finds a mouse creeping about in the grass. She teaches the owlets how to pounce upon it by doing it herself before them. The old swallow takes her youns: ones into the air and shows them how to catch little flies on the wins;. If you watch long enough, you may see the old bird, who is training a young one, fly away. She may leave the young one alone on a tree or on the oround and be gone a long time. Before many minutes the little one will beo'in to call for food. But by and by, if no- body comes to feed him, he will look, around 193 for something to eat. Thus he will get his lirst lesson in finding food for himself. Once I saw a woodpecker bring his little one to a fence close by some raspberry bushes. He fed the young bird two oi- three raspberries, and then (juietly slip})ed away. When the young bird began to feel hungry, he cried out ; but nobody came. Then he looked over at the raspberries and tried to reach one. After trvins: three or four times he got one. Then how proud he was ! The father staved aw^ay an hour or more. Before he came back that young woodpecker had learned to help himself very well. But the minute his father came, he began to flutter his wings and beg to be fed. n. watcher hopped scatter perch knocked alight naughty bathe suppose coaxing fluttered plunge It is very easy to see the birds teaching their little ones to fly. You will find the 1 :; — :5k 194 young birds sitting (iiiietly on fences or trees. All at once the i)arents begin to tly around, with strange, loud calls. In a minute the little birds will tly out and join them. Around and around they all go till their little wings are tired, and then they come down and alight again. Once I saw a young crow who did not liy when his parents called. All the others flew around many times. The mother's sharp eyes saw her naughty son. She flew right at him, and knocked hiui ofl^ his perch. The next time she called, he flew with the rest. An old robin wanted to teach her young one to bathe. She brought him to a dish of water kept for their use by some people who were fond of birds. I'Jo The little one stood on the edoe and watched his mother go in and splash and scatter the water. He tluttered his wings and was eager to try it for himself, bnt seemed afraid to plnnge in. At last the mother flew awav and left him standing there. In a moment she came back with a worm in her month. The young robin was hunorv, as vonno: birds always are. When he saw the worm, he began to flutter his wings and cry for it. But the mother jumped into the middle of the water dish and stood there, holdino; the worm in his sight. The little bird Avanted the Avorm so much that he seemed to forget his fear and hopped in beside his mother. She fed him, and then began to splash about. The little fellow stayed in the water and took a aood bath. A careful watcher can see the birds teach many interesting things to their young ones. But one must be quiet and patient, and not frighten the birds. — Olive Thoknk Miller. 190 HOW BIRDS LEARN TO SING How do birds first learn to sing ? From the whistling wind so tleet, From the waving of the wheat, From the rustling of the leaves, From the raindrop on the eaves, From the children's laughter sweet, From the plash when brooklets meet. Little birds begin their trill As they gayly float at will In the gladness of the sky, When the clouds are white and high ; In the beauty of the day Speeding on their sunny way, Liglit of heart and fleet of wing — That's how birds first learn to sing. — Mary Mapes Dodge. 197 THE GREATEST OF BEASTS grasp Hindu smelling urge straiglit feeling earrings trunk roamed jungle i)roeessions tusks Nandi, the Great One, Avas the baby's nurse. He was one of the strongest nurses that ever took care of a baby anywhere on this round earth. In the iirst place Xandi was large, as you have already guessed. He was twice as high as the babv's father, and he was almost as tall as the roof of the tiny hut where the baby lived. Nandi had a long nose. It was a verv long nose indeed. Perhaps you will not believe it, but his nose was as long as you are tall, my little reader. And it was a wonderful nose. It was always moving, always feeling, always smell- ing. With his nose Nandi could I'ock the cradle, and brush awav the flies that buzzed about the baby's face. With it he could pick 198 up the smallest toys from the ground, or open the door of the hut. But you, my little readers, have another name for this wonderful, long nose. You call it a trunk. Nandi had two long, sharp teeth. They were longer than a man's arm, and they were very strong. With them he could lift heavy logs and move great stones. But you have another name for these long, strong teeth. You call them tusks. And you have already guessed that the baby's nurse was an elephant. The baby was a little Hindu boy, and he lived on the other side of the world. He had a brown skin, black eyes, and black hair. The Hindu baby had played with great Nandi's trunk ever since he could grasp any- thinp: with his tinv hands. He had crawled around the elephant's feet and slept on the ground in the shadow of the great beast. For, in the warm country of India, where the baby lived, it is always summer. One morning, the baby's father perched 199 himself upon the elepli ant's head and rode away from his home. The chikl screamed with grief for his companion. "Be still, love of mv life," said the mother. " Thv father has need of Nandi. He can no longer be idle. There is harder work for him to do than to care for thee, small one." The elephant's work was to pile heavy timbers in the lumber yard, and to help unload the ships. Often he worked alone, for he needed no driver to urge him to his 200 task. His piles of wood were always straight, and his worl?: always well done. Once Nandi belonged to a Hindn prince and walked in long processions through the streets of cities. Then he wore gold rings in his ears and silver rings around his tusks. Ked cloth, trimmed with gold, covered his great ^ JJ sides and hung almost to his feet. And he proudly bore upon his back the officers of the prince. And longer ago than that, Avhen he was young, he had lived in the jungle. Ah ! those were happy days! Then, w4th other elephants, he roamed tlie forest, ate the tender branches, and swam the rivers. But one day he was driven by the hunters through the forest and across the hills. Sud- denly he found himself shut in on every side by a strong, high fence. Then he was caught 201 and cluiined to a tame elepliant who after- wards taiio'lit him how to work. Nandi often took part in great hunts for wikl beasts, and he bore the marks of a fierce tiger's claws upon his side. He helped to catch oth(?r elephants in the dark forest, and taught great beasts like himself to do many kinds of work. Nandi did not care to be free. Truly, if he had wished to 2:0 back to the iunole what could hinder? For he worked without chain or harness. He was well cared for. He loved the evening bath in the river and the evening meal of fresh leaves. He loved his master, who was always kind. But best of all he loved the brown baby who fed him with bananas, and alwavs wel- corned his return with childish glee. • How old Xandi's briaht eves would sijarkle when his little friend came near. And when the baby could run to meet him, and sit u])on his great strong neck, there was no prouder elephant in all the land of India. 202 THE STORY OF GIANT SUN globe cannon planets wax finish million minute travel " Sister, I wish you would tell me a story about the sun," said Harrv. "Where does it go at night, and where does it come from in the morning ? " " We live on a big round globe called the earth," replied his sister, "and we travel around the sun once everv year. The sun is like a great lamp in the sky. When we face the lamp, we see the light, and when we turn awav from it, we are in darkness. " As the earth travels around the sun, it whirls like a huge top. When tlie side of the earth on which we live is turned toward the sun, we have day. But when the earth turns around so that the sun can not shine on us, we have night. " If the sun stopped shining, there would be no daylight, and soon there would be no heat on the earth. 203 ^' The sun is verv, very hot. If it shoukl come nearer and nearer to the earth, every plant and animal in the world would die. The rivers and the seas would dry up, and at last the great earth would melt like a ball of wax." " How far away is the sun? " asked Harry. " It is so far away that it would take more than a hundred years to travel the distance bv the fastest railroad train." " Is it more than a thousand miles? " "Yes, it is nu)re than a million miles." " Suppose there were a road all the way to the sun. How long would it take me to walk there? " "Let me see," said sister Mary, taking out her notebook. " If you should walk four miles an hour and ten hours a dav, vou would be more than six thousand vears old before you could finish your journey." " But suppose," asked Harry, his eyes bright with Avonder, " some one lired a big cannon at the sun. How long would it take the cannon ball to get there? " 204 Mary looked in lier notebook again. "If a cannon ball could be shot to the sun. it would take nine years to reach it. Now what else do you want to know about the sun, little brother?" " 1 shouhl like to know how large it is. Does any one know? Is it as lai'ge as the earth?" " Yery much larger," replied Mary. "It is so large that if it were cut uj) into a million parts, each one of the parts would be larger than the earth. • " If a train should run at the rate of a mile a minute, it would take five vears for it to go around the sun. A train going at the same rate could travel the distance around the earth in less than three weeks." "Then the sun must be verv larsie," said Harry. " It is larirer than anvthino: I ever heard about. Let us call it Giant Sun." " There are stars far away in the sky that are larger than the sun," said his sister. " And there are i)lanets like our earth which are near the sun. But I will tell vou about 205 them some other day. Now do not forget what I have tohl you about Giant Sun." "Forget! How eouhl 1, sister? It is better than any fairy tale I have ever heard. Whv, you liave tohl me enough about Giant Sun to Iveep me thinking all day." From "Stories of Star land."' Copyright, ISOS. By permis.non of the publishers, Silver, Rurdett & Co, ^ SUMMER SUN Great is the sun, and wide he goes, Tlirough euipty heavens without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady, parlor cool, Yet he will tind a chink or two To slip his golden lingers through. 206 The dusty attic, spider clad, He through the keyhole maketh glad ; And through the broken edge of tiles Into the laddered hayloft smiles. Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground, And sheds a warm and glittering look Among the ivy's inmost nook. Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air with footing true, To please the child, to paint the rose. The gardener of the world, he goes. — Egbert Louis Stevenson. THE STORY OF PHAETHON Phaethon welcome chariot dawn advice promise columns tiery flashed dwelling lightning hurled You have read the true storv of the 2;reat sun. Now vou shall hear a strange old tale told of Giant Sun, in the days of long ago. Do you remember the beautiful picture of •■0 X > H X o z > z D X m CO G O a: > o 208 Aurora, and the story of Apollo, the driver of the sun car? Here is another picture of the sun chariot, in its flight across the heavens. Once upon a time Phaethon, the son of Apollo, said to his mother, "I go to-day to my father's palace," and he started for the land of the sunrise. For days and for nights he traveled until he came to a high mountain. On its top was the shining palace of the sun. It had golden columns and silver doors. On its wall were pictures of the wonders of the earth and of the sea. But Phaethon hurried by these beautiful sights. He entered the great hall and found the Sun god just ready to drive his horses through the clouds of dawn. " Welcome, welcome, my son ! " said Apollo. " I have waited long for thy coming. What is thy wish? Tell me, and thy wish shall be granted thee." "Oh, mv father," said Phaethon, "let me drive the chariot of the sun for one day across the sky." 209 " No hand but mine can hold these fiery horses,'^ said Apollo. '' Change thy wish, fool- ish boy. You ask for death, not for honor." " My father neyer breaks his promise," said Phaethon. " I will not change my wish." "Then follow my adyice," said Apollo. " Hold fast the reins. Use not the whi}), and driye neither too high lest the earth freeze, nor too low lest it burn." Phaethon sprang into the sun car and grasped the lines. The horses darted across tlie sky. Lower and lower they plunged. The heat of the shining sun car dried the lakes and the riyers, and burned eyery green thing upon the land. Tlie people cried for rain, and the great ruler of earth and air heard their cries, and looked down from his dNyelling place. He flashed his liahtninsis at tlie mad driyer, and hurled him from his seat. Then the great ruler led the horses and the chariot to their old track across the sky. But Phaethon neyer rose from the cold waters of the riyer into which he had fallen. 14 — Hi; 210 A SUNFLOWER STORY Clytie « coral blazing Greeiv maiden petals swiftest lulled Clytie was a sea maiden, so the old Greek stories tell iis. She lived at the bottom of the ocean. The white sea sand was her car- ])et, a beautiful shell was her bed, and the seaweed was her pillow. One morning Clytie arose, ]/Ut on her moss- green dress, and went to ride in her seashell boat. A pair of fishes drew her over the beautiful sea bottom. They swam around rocks with sharp, ragged edges, and they passed through forests of sea weed and coral. Indeed, so long and pleasant was the ride that Clytie fell asleep, and she did not awaken until a big wave rolled her boat upon the shore of a green island. Then the little maiden opened her brown eyes very wide, for she had never before seen the land. There was green grass at her feet, and such flowers as never grew in her garden at the bottom of the deep sea. 211 In the trees were birds whose songs sounded sweeter than the music of the waves that had so often lulled her to sleep. Across the blue sky rode the Sun king in a chariot which shone like blazing gold. CI} tie saw that all living things looked up and smiled Avhen the golden chariot rolled above the earth. " Oh, that I were a land child ! " she said ; " then I too might gaze upon the Sun king the whole day long." Dav after dav the sea maiden came to the island. There she stood hour after liour watchino; the briaht Sun kino- until his uolden chariot sank into the western sea. But one evenino; Clvtie found that she couhl not move. Behold, she was no longer a maid of the sea. Her dress was but a slender green stalk with dark green leaves. Her yellow hair had become a circle of golden petals. From their midst looked out the brown eyes of Clytie, no longer a sea maiden, but a beautiful sunflower with its face turned toward the sun. WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD Wynken, Blynkeii, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. " We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea ; Nets of silver and gold have we/' Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe ; And the wind that sped them all night long ' Ruffled the waves of dew ; The little stars wxre the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea. " Now cast your nets wherever you wish, But never afraid are we ! " So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. 213 All night long their nets thfey threw To the stars in the twinkling foam, Then down from tlie skv came the wooden shoe, Brino'ins; the tishermen home : 'Twas all so i)rettv a sail, it seemed As if it could not be ; And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But 1 shall name you the hshermen three : Wvnken, Blvnken, and Xod. Wvnken and Blvnken ai*e two little eves, And Xod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed ; So shut your eyes while mother sings Of the wonderful sights that be. And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the tishermen three, — Wynken. Blynken, and Nod. — Eugene' Field. From " n'it/i Trumpet oml Drum:' Copyright, 1802, by Mary French Field. Published by Charles Scribner\s Sons. 214 A LITTLE GIRL WHO LOVED ANIMALS chubby amused wandered proper Bonheur eldest firelight passers France sewing andscape auburn A LITTLE four-year-old girl stood in her room making pictures upon the wliite walls. On every side could be seen drawings of horses and dogs, cows, rabbits, and sheep. The walls were covered with pictures as high as the chubbv hand could reach. In the doorway stood the father, watching his little dauditer. So wonderful Ave re her drawings for a little child that the neighbors often came into the tinv room to look at the pictures on the walls. " My little Rosa will be an artist some day," said the father, "but she can never be a great artist because she is a girl. How I wish she were a boy ! " In those days it was not thought proper for a girl to do anything that would take her aw^ay from home. " A girl should stay in the 215 house," people said. " She should spend her time in sewing and in helping her mother." Rosa Bonheur. Rosa Bonheur's home was in France. She was the eldest of four children. Her fatlier gave lessons in drawing and made pictures 216 for books. The little cottage in which she was born was in a beautiful part of tlie country. Here, with her two younger brothers and a baby sister, she lived a happy life. Rosa loved animals, and she had numy pets. Dogs that had no home came to her, and they were never turned away. She fed the wild rabbits and tamed the squirrels. If a stray liorse wandered by, it was given food and water, and cared for until its owner coukl be found. The child artist drew pictures of all these animals. She studied tliem as they ran or walked or lay down to rest. When her little brothers were old enough to run about, they loved to follow their sister from place to place. Often they went with her to the roadside, Avhere she made pictures for them in the sand with a pointed stick. Sometimes her dogs came too and sat for their pictures. The passers-by stopped to see the rosy-cheeked little girl drawing animals and landscapes along the sandy way. earnest relatives absence models galleries cherries modeled contented studio 217 In the long winter evenings Rosa amused herself and her brothers by cutting ])ictures of animals and people from pieces of i)aper. A LITTLE GIRL WHO PAINTED ANIMALS Paris bunch pencil But this free and happy life came to an end all too soon. When Rosa was seven years old, the family moved to Paris, where they lived in small rooms. The street was crowded with houses, and there was no vard for the children to play in. How Rosa longed for her old home and for the animals she loved. Sometimes she ran across the street to pet a wooden pig which stood just outside the door of a meat sho]). About this time a great sorrow came to the little Bonheur children. Their l)eautiful mother died, and then they were all sent away from home. Poor little Rosa! She did not like to 218 study or sew, and she was very unhappy in the girls' school to which she was sent. Her only pleasure was in yisiting her father's studio. Here, if she could have a i)encil, or a bit of clay, she was always contented. How she begged to leave school and stay with her father ! Her relatives thought this a foolish thing for her to do. "What would people think," they said, " to see a girl doing a boy's work? " One day, when her father returned to the studio after a short absence, he found that Rosa had painted a bunch of cherries. He looked at her picture for a long time, and then he said, "If you can do as Avell as that, I will give you lessons." " And I will cut off mv hair and wear bov's clothes," said Rosa. " Then I can study with you, and no one will notice me." So she dressed like a boy and went everywhere with her father. Lessons in drawing and painting now began in earnest. It was not long before she could help her father. Soon she was 219 able to copy pictures in the famous picture galleries of Paris. And now the girl who did not like to study books, and who hated to sew, became one of the hardest of workers. She painted from early morning until night to earn money for her father and the younger children. At last the Bonheur family were able to have a home together once more. In a quiet street in Paris, up six flights of stairs, they found a few small rooms. But what should they do for a garden and for a place to keep their animals? It was Rosa's greatest wish to learn to draw and paint animals from life, and she needed to study living models. The windows of their rooms oj^ened on a broad, flat roof. Here Rosa and her brother made a roof garden and planted flowers. Here they kept singing birds, a hen and chickens, and a pet sheep. Every morning the two boys carried the sheep downstairs, and led it to the pasture. In the evening they carried it up the long 220 tlights of stairs to the studio. It was drawn standing and lying down, eating and sleei)ing. It was painted and modeled in clay, again and again, by Rosa and her brothers. A GREAT ARTIST I. sketch obliged prize won death nineteen skirts oxen Rosa Bonheur now s])ent all her time in painting animals. She took long trips into the country to find animals to sketch. There she drew flocks of sheep, oxen at work, and cows standing in the long grass. Sometimes she went into pens where ani- mals were kept, both in the country and in the city of Paris. Because her long skirts were in the way of her work she often dressed as men do. Her pictures were shown in Paris with those of great artists. When she was only nineteen years old, she won her tirst prize. This was a s:reat honor. 221 One of her finest pictures is called " Oxen Plowing." It was finished just before her father's death. He Avas greatly interested in this picture. AVhen it was done, he was proud and happy to see that his daughter had be- come a oreat artist. Paintin}; hv l!(p>a Bonheur. Oxen Plowing. Rosa Bonheur spent the last years of her life in a home of her own, not far from Paris. Xear by was a beautiful forest, and in a park close to the house she kept a number of wild animals. The studio in which the artist worked was very interesting. Paintings hung on the walls and stood about the room. Birds sang 222 in their cages. Dogs and other pets walked about or lay on the skins of wild animals w^hich covered the tloor. To this home came many poor people, whom the great artist was always glad to help. She was kind to every one, and even the animals loved her. II. legion Empress stepladder mistress stroking New York museum clinging A large lion named Xero was one of Rosa's pets, and he often lay in the studio while she painted her pictures. Once, wiien she was leaving home for a long trip, she was obliged to send Nero away. On her return she went to see him in one of the parks of Paris. She found him in a cage, sick and blind. "Nero, my poor Nero!" she exclaimed; "what has happened to you?" The poor beast heard her voice. He crawled to the bars of the cage, where he could feel her hand stroking his head. So great was the love 224 he showed that Rosa had him taken again to her home, and she cared for him as long as he lived. He died clinging with his great paws to the mistress he had loved so well. Rosa Bonheur's most wonderful painting is ''The Horse Fair." The artist spent nearly two years in drawing horses before she began this great work. The picture is so large that she was obliged to use a stepladder to reach some parts of it. " The Horse Fair " was bought by an Ameri- can, and it can be seen in the Museum of Art in New York city. When the French people wish to honor an artist, they give him the cross of the Legion of Honor. The Empress had often seen Rosa Bonheur sketching in the forest, and she tliought her the greatest of animal painters. One morning when Rosa Bonheur was painting in her studio, the Empress came into the room and hung a beautiful white cross around the artist's neck. No woman had ever before worn the cross of the Legion of Honor. 225 WHEN BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WAS A BOY tools public scholar boiler wicks printer grammar tallow molds candles promotet melted When Beniamin Franklin was a boy there Tvere no great public schools as there are now. But Benjamin learned to read almost as soon as he could talk, and he Avas always fond of books. His nine brothers were older than he, and eyery one had learned a trade. Tliey did not care so much for books. "Benjamin sliall be tlie scholar of our family," said his mother. And so, when lie was eio'ht years old, he was sent to a grammar school. He studied hard, and in a few months lie was promoted to a higher class. But his father was poor and needed his help. In two years he was obli2;ed to leaye school. Benjamin was a small boy, but there were many things that he could do. His father m — :;:; 226 was a soa}) boiler, and candle maker. And 80 when the boy was taken from school, what kind of work do you think he had to do ? You may be sure that Benjamin was kept busy. He cut wicks for the candles, poured the melted tallow into the candle molds, and sold soap to his father's customers. Do you suppose that he liked to do this work ? He did not like it at all. And when he saw the ships sailing in and out of Boston Harbor, he lonQ:ed to be a sailor, and o;o to strange, far-away lands, where candles and soap Avere unknown. Benjamin's father saw that his boy did not like the work he was doing. One day he said: '* Benjamin, since you do not wish to be a candle maker, what trade do you think YOU would like to learn? " "I would like to be a sailor," said the bov. " I do not Avish you to be a sailor," said his father. '- 1 intend that you shall learn some useful trade on land; and I know that you 227 will do best the kind of work that is most pleasant to you." The next day he took the boy to walk with him among the workshops of Boston. They saw men busy at all kinds of work. Benjamin was delighted. Long afterwards, when he had become a very great man, he said, " It has ever since been a pleasure to me to see good workmen handle their tools." He gave up the thought of going to sea, and decided that he would learn any trade his father would choose for him. Soon after this, Benjamin's brother James set up a printing press in Boston. He in- tended to print books and a newspaper. "Benjamin loves books," said his father. " He shall learn to be a printer." And so, when he was twelve years old, he was sent to his brother to learn the printer's trade. He was to have his board and cloth- ing, but no wages. Benjamin never attended school again, but he kept on studying. At that time there were no books written for children as there 228 are nowadays. His father's hooks were not easy to understand. We should think them very dull. But before he was twelve years old, Ben- jamin had carefully read the most of them. All the money that came into his hands he laid out in books. Often he would borrow a book in the eyen- ing, and then sit up nearly all night reading it so as to return it early in the morning. He spent all his spare time in studying and reading the best books that he could get. AVe shall lind that afterward Benjamin Franklin became the most learned man in America. SOME WISE SAYINGS Lost time is never found again. One to-day is worth two to-morrows. God helps them that help themselyes. Plow deep while sluggards sleep, And you shall have corn to sell and to keep. — Bexjamin Franklix. 229 A WEAVING STORY Abner Silas Deborah glanced musket offered shuttle threaded possible 1(^()1U roax stitch f- T was a si)i'ing inorniug more than one hundred years ago. A young man was plowing m a lield near a low farmhouse. Four men with guns on their shoulders passed along the I'oad.^" There is Abner White," said one of them. " He ousxht to join the army. Call to him." "Abner, Abner," they shouted. The young nnm left his plow and ran to the fence. " AVe are raising a com])any to join Wash- ington's army," they said. "We march to-morrow. You must go with us, Abner." Abner walked quickly to the little farm- house. His mother was standing in the door. 230 "My countiy needs me, mother," lie said. "What shall I do?" " If you feel it is your duty to fight for your country, Abner, you must go," answered the brave woman. " When will the new com- })any march? " " To-morrow." " To-morrow ! " exclaimed Mrs. Wliite. "You can not wear those old trousers. We must make you a new pair." " A soldier can not wait for new clothes, and I must march with my company. A pair of trousers can not be made in a day." "We shall see," thought his mother, as she hurried away to call her daughters. " Is there any woolen cloth in the house, Nancy?" she asked. " Not a yard ; I used the last yesterday." "And there is no yarn, either," said Deb- orah, the oldest daughter. "The sheep have not been sheared, and there is no w^ool. It is not possible to make Abner a new pair of trousers before he goes. There is no use to try 1 " said Nancy. o CD 3 (2B1) 232 " We can never tell what we can do until we try," replied the mother. "Where are the sheep? " " They are in the pasture. I'll catch them,'' offered Silas, the younger son. "And I'll help," said little Faith. "Til get some salt to coax them with." The children ran to the pasture. " Nan, Nan, Nan, Nan," they called. And the sheep came running for the salt. Nancy was hurrying to the field ^y\\^\ a pair of large shears in her hand. " Catch that black sheep if you can," she shouted. Silas caught and held the sheep, while Nancy cut off the long, black wool. " Here is a white sheep with beautiful wool," called out Faith. Silas put his arms around the patient ani- mal, and Nancy cut off its line white wool. " You may carry in all the wool we have, Faith," said Nancy. " Silas and I will keep on shearing until we have enough." The wool was quickly combed by Deborah, for there was no time to wash the newly cut 233 fleece. Yeiy soon the motlier commenced to spin. How the spinning wheel buzzed as it twisted the soft wool into yarn! Nancy threaded the loom. Deborah wound the sliuttle full of new yarn, and the weaving of the cloth began. Back and forth the shuttle flew, Deborah and Xancy taking turns. Late at night the cloth was woven, and Abner's new trousers were cut out. All nioht long the sewinii went on, every stitch by hand. Tlie next day at noon Silas sat on the gate- post watching. Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub, came the sound of drums. " Here they come ! Here they come ! tell mother," he shouted. They all hurried to the fence to see the soldiers march by. Abner held his musket proudly as he passed. He glanced at his mother and then down at his new trousers. "No one looks liner than our Abner," said Deborah, as the soldier boys marched by on their wav to the war. 234 AMERICA TO BE MEMORIZED My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing ! Land where my fathers died ; Land of the pilgrims' pride ; From every mountain side Let freedom ring ! My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above ! Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees, Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; Let rocks their silence break - The sound prolong ! 235 Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing ! Lons; may our Land be bright, With freedom's holy light! Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King ! A SOXG FOR FLAG DAY Out on the breeze, O'er land and seas, A beautiful banner is streaming. Shining its stars, Splendid its bars, Under the sunshine 'tis gleaming. Over the braye Long may it wave. Peace to the world ever bringing. While to the stars, Linked with the bars, Hearts will forever be singing. — Lydia Coonley Ward. 23G

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