Adventures of Peterkin Paul

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Adventures of Peterkin Paul a very great traveller although he was small
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Miltiades' journey round the world
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34 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.
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Brownjohn, John, 1851-1891
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Children's stories, American   ( lcsh )
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Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Pride and vanity -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Determination (Personality trait) -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Courage -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dogs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Children's poetry -- 1897   ( lcsh )
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Children's poetry
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The adventures of Miltiades Peterkin Paul told in verse and prose.
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by John Brownjohn ; fully illustrated.
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ADVENTURES OF



PETERKIN PAUL



A VERY GREAT TRAVELLER ALTHOUGH HE
WAS SMALL


FULLY ILLUSTRATED


BOSTON
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COPYRIGHT, 1897,
BY
LOTHROP PUBLISHING COMPANY.






























C. H. Simonds & Co. Boston, Mass., U.S.A.
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MILTIADES' JOURNEY ROUND THE WORLD.











THE EXPLOITS OF MILTIADES PETERKIN


MILTIADES' VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD AND HIS JOURNAL: TOGETHER WITH SOME ACCOUNT OF T711
MANNER IN WHICH HIS VARIOUS ADVENTURES WERE COLLECTED AND PRESERVED TO POSTERITY.


N a pleasant country farm-house -not very far,
perhaps, from where you live, my dear little
New England reader there once dwelt a farmer
whose name was Gray. I suppose there are a great
many other farmers in New England who are named
Gray, and who dwell in farm-houses; and this partic-
ular Farmer Gray would doubtless have remained all
ways as unknown to fame as any of' the rest but for
one certain member of his family. He had quite a
large family who lived with him. There was Grand-
father Gray, a fine old gentleman who used to sit on
the porch of summer afternoons and nod over the
weekly paper. There was Grandmother Gray who
always sat there beside him and stroked her cat, of
which she- was exceedingly fond. And there was
Mrs. Farmer Gray herself, who was the best wife and
mother in the world. And beside these, there were
the three older children, Abiatha Ann, Benjamin
Franklin and John Henry Jack. Abiatha Ann was
an accomplished young lady who could not only play
the piano, but could make most excellent doughnuts
and waffles as well. And as for Benjamin Franklin
and John Henry Jack, they were stout, healthy young
fellows, both of them, who could already swing a
scythe and guide an ox-team as well as the men but
who were always ready for fun and frolic too.
Nevertheless, it is probable the family would never
have been heard of outside the village itself had it
not been for its youngest and final member, Miltiades
Peterkin Paul. How Miltiades came to have so dis-
tinguished a name it is impossible now to say. But
from the very first it was evident that he was destined
to become great. He was born upon an unusual day.
to begin with- that is, upon the twenty-ninth of Feb-
ruary, which comes, you know, but once in four vears.
And upon the day of his birth as though nature


herself realized the importance of the event-the
very sun was darkened. We shall understand better
about all this if we listen to a conversation that took
place one morning when Miltiades was about five
years old, between him and John Henry Jack.
They were talking of birthdays. The tlay before
had been John Henry Jack's birthday.
I wish that I could have a birthday," said Mil-
tiades. "Isn't it about time that mine came
around ?"
"No," was the answer. You had yours last year,
You won't have another until four years from then."
"But you had one last year too," said Miltiades.
"I remember it because Benjamin Franklin gave you
fifteen slaps on the back. And now you have just
had another."
"Yes; but you were born on the twenty-ninth day-
of February." And John Henty Jack went on to ex-
plain to Miltiades how in leap year, which was once
in -four years, February had one extra day, and that
he had been born on that day. And, of course, his
birthday would come only every fourth year.
Miltiades pondered all this very thoughtfully for
some moments.
"It is lucky for me," he at length remarked with a
sigh of relief, "that there happened to be one more
day in February that year. If there had not, I sup-
pose I never should have been born at all."
"Yes," said John Henry Jack. It was certainly
a narrow escape. And did you know that the sun.
was darkened on that day ?"
No," said Miltiades. "I did not notice that it
was. What made it ?"
"Why, there was a partial eclipse of the sun on
that day," returned John Henry Jack. And then, at
Miltiades urgent request, he went on to explain what


PAUL.





THE EXPLOITS OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


an ,elipse of the sun was. The moon now and then,
he said, got between the earth and the sun; and then
we could see its round shape shutting off so much of
the sun's light from us.
"I should like to see an eclipse of the sun," ex-
claimed Miltiades when his brother had finished.
"Will there be one again, do you suppose ?"
"Not right away," was the answer. But there
will be an eclipse of the moon next month. You can
see that. That-is somewhat different, though. The
earth, then, gets between the sun and the moon and,
by shutting off part of the sun's light from the moon
throws its own shadow upon it. If you look at the
moon then you will see a dark round shadow on it.
That will be the shadow of the earth. And that is
one of the ways in which we know that the earth is
round, because it throws a round shadow."
"Is the earth round ?" inquired Miltiades.
"Yes; it is round just like a ball, although it looks
to us as if it were flat. Ships, you know, start in one
direction and sail on and on until by and by they
come back from an opposite direction to the point
from which they started, having sailed way around
the world. Indeed, if a man were to start from here
and go directly east and keep straight on he would by
and by come back to this very spot again, only he
would come from the west."
"Is that so!" said Miltiades in great wonder.
And he sat there on the chopping block a long while
after his brother had left hint rubbing his head and
thinking deeply upon what he had heard.
Especially did those last words that John Henry
Jack had spoken impress themselves upon Miltiades
mind. He kept repeating them over to himself:
Ifa man should start from here and go straight
east he would by and by come back to this very spot."
He could think of nothing but this all day long; and
gradually there found its way into his mind a plan
which by night-fall had taken the form of a definite
resolve.
"If a man could do that," he said to himself, at
length, then I guess a boy can do it. .And I'm going
to try it! I will set out early to-morrow, morn-
ing."
So early the next morning-two hours at least be-
fore the usual time- Miltiades arose and dressed
himself, and then, without saying anything of the mat-
ter to anybody, (for he expected to complete the
whole circuit of the earth and get home again before
night) he stole down the front stairs and out the door


He made no especial preparations for his voyage ex
cept to put on his rubber boots, in case he should
have to cross any rivers or other bodies of water, and
to put in his pocket a small blank book which had
been given him. There was nothing written in this
boak as yet for the simple reason that our hero did
not know how to write. He took it with him now for
the purpose of keeping a record of his voyage.
All the men who have travelled round the world
have kept a journal," he said to himself. And, of
course, so must I. And if I cannot write I can at
least draw some pictures of what happens to me.
That will do just as well."
The sun was just rising above the woods over at
the right of Tiptop Hill as he turned down the road.
He set his face resolutely toward it.
Of course that is east," said he, where the sun
rises. And I am to go straight toward the east all
day and that will bring me way around the world and
home again. Won't they be surprised when they see
me coming back to-night and I tell them I have been
way around! I must be careful and always keep
going straight toward the sun."
Miltiades travelled on along the road for quite a
while; but when he came to the turn down by the
mill he found that the sun now lay over across the
fields instead of down the road. So he had to climb
the wall and start off "cross lots." However, he had
of course expected this, and he had made up his
mind that he would let nothing of any sort keep him
from going straight forward toward the sun. He felt
a little tired already however, so he presently sat


MILTIADES SETTING OUT UPON HIS JOURNEY.


down on a rock to rest. And thinking it a good time
to make the first entry in his journal, he took out the
book and dr :w a picture of himself setting out upon
his journey.
About eight o'lock, it must have been, Miltiades,
continuing his way, fell in'with a boy of about his
own age whose name was Adoniram. Adoniram had






THE EXPLOITS OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


a large slice of bread and molasses which he was in-
dustriously devouring, bestowing a considerable por-
tion of the molasses itself about his mouth as well
as within it. Our hero at once remembered that he
had had no breakfast and was very hungry, so he





MILTIADES AND ADONIRAM ENJOYING THEIR BREAD AND
MOLASSES.

begged Adoniram to give him a bit of the bread.
This the latter firmly declined to do; but he said that
if Miltiades would go home with him, his mother
would give him a slice. So together they went
around to a house near by and each received a gen-
erous slice of bread well spread with molasses. And
then, going out again, they sat down upon a log-
like General Marion and the British officer, eating
their sweet potatoes -and enjoyed the feast. Mil-
tiades thought this event also worthy of record and
at once made another entry in his journal.
Afterwards Miltiades and Adoniram played a game
of marbles together and our hero got so interested
that he forgot all about what he had started out for;
and the forenoon was nearly half gone when at length
he remembered himself. He bade his friend a hasty
adieu and resumed his journey at a rapid rate, deter-
mined to make up for the time he had lost.
He continued on for a long while, most of his way
lying across the open fields. Now and then he came
to a field of corn or a running brook or a lofty hill;
but he held his way straight on or over them all,
keeping his face set straight toward the sun and per-
mitting nothing to turn him aside.
By and by, however, it so happened that he came
upon a large hay-stack that stood directly in his path.
He paused for a moment and looked at it in some
dismay. It seemed to be too high for him to climb
over and he did not for a moment entertain any
thought of going around it. He must go straight
ahead, and in order to do that he must go through the
haystack. So he immediately got down on his knees
and began pulling away the hay in order to make a
passage for himself. He had presently made such
considerable progress at this task that he was almost
buried from sight, when he all at once heard, first the
barking of a dog and then a great shouting and
stamping outside.


Hi Hi! Woodchuck! Sic him, Towser!
Sic him !"
This was the cry that Miltiades heard; and then.
feeling a dog nosing and growling and biting at his
feet, he buried himself as deeply as he could in the
hay and kicked away with all his might with his
rubber boots. Suddenly, however, he felt himself
firmly seized by the ankle and then with a rapid mo-
tion found himself drawn forth to the light. He
struggled and kicked an instant longer and then
opening his eyes, perceived that he was in the grasp
of a big, good-natured looking farmer, who was
laughing with all his might.
you're a pretty woodchuck, you are cried the
man. What are ye burrowing here under my hay-
stack for? And he laughed again, as he set our
hero once more on his feet and stood looking at
him.
Miltiades, however, his injured pride now getting
the better of his alarm, vouchsafed no reply at all,
but turned and marched away. And presently look-
ing up and seeing that the sun was right there before
him the same as ever, he continued his travels.
When he came to a convenient place, however, he











MILTIADES MEETS WITH A DRAW-BACK.

halted long enough to make a minute of the affair in
his book.
About eleven o'clock (although for that matter,
Miltiades himself had thought nothing at all about
the time) our young voyager came upon an obstacle
more serious than any which he had yet encountered.
This was no other than a good-sized pond which lay
directly in his path and which was evidently too
deep to be waded through. Miltiades sat down upon
the bank quite disconsolate. He did not know what
to do. He could neither go under nor over nor
across the pond; and there was the sun, toward
which he was to journey, directly on the opposite
side. And of course, to turn and try to go around
the pond would be to go in quite a different direction





THE EXPLOITS OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


from east; and if he did that he could never hope to
get around the world at all.
"O, dear he sighed. And I have got along
so well so far. Why, I must be nearly half way
around by this time. And then this old pond had to
get right in the way! "
He flung himself down in pure grief and vexation
beneath a tree that stood on the bank. And before
he knew it (for he was very tired) he fell fast asleep.
He slept (although of this he had no notion either)
for several hours. When at last he awoke and sat
up again; he saw something that at first astonished
and then delighted him. For, on looking across the
water for the sun again, he found that it was no
longer there but was off, to one side of the pond and
with a clear path along the bank between him and
it.
"Well!" exclaimed he, rubbing his eyes. "If
that isn't a wonder Some good fairy has been and
moved the pond to one side while I was asleep so
that I could go on. It's mighty lucky for me and I
am much obliged. And now that I've had a good
long rest, I guess I'd better hurry on."
Crossing a road a little farther on, our traveller
came upon a tin-peddler who had fastened his horse
to the fence and was himself sitting down beside the
road eating his dinner. Miltiades himself was very
hungry and he stood watching the man's movements
so eagerly that the latter laughed and asked him if
he had been to dinner.
"No," answered Miltiades. Is it dinner-time? "
Dinner-time was the reply. I should think
it was. I should have eaten mine long ago, if I'd had
a chance. It's nigh onto two o'clock."
dear exclaimed Miltiades. "Then I must
be hurrying on. I shall never get around if I don't.
But I would like to.have something to eat first."
And he covetously regarded the piece of turnover
which the man held in his hand.
"I've one more turnover in my kettle," said the
peddler. "What will you give me for that?"
"I don't know," said Miltiades doubtfully. "I
haven't anything but some horse-chestnuts and-
and a piece of string." And he searched his pock-
ets through without finding anything more.
I don't know as I care for those," said the man.
"What's that book you have there ? "
Oh," said Miltiades, that is my Journal. I'll
tell you what I will do. I can take your photograph.
Will you give me the turnover for that ? "


"You mean my picture?" asked the other.
Well, I don't know as I care for my own picture.
But you might take Dobbin's there. I should like
to have that first-rate."
All right cried our hero in great glee. And
opening his book he carefully drew .a picture of the
peddler's horse and cart which, when it was finished,
his companion declared to be a most wonderful pro-
duction. But as the peddler himself took possession
of the drawing, it is not possible to reproduce it
here.
Miltiades received the turnover in payment and
found it a most excellent one.. When he had fin-
ished it, he remarked that he must start again as he
had a great many miles to travel before night.
Which way are you going ?" inquired the man.
I am going straight east," was the answer.
"That's just the way I am going," said the
peddler, and you can ride with me."
"Do you call that east ?" cried Miltiades, pointing
down the road in the direction the man seemed to be
travelling.
Certainly," said the other. Don't you ?"
"Oho!" shouted Miltiades. "Here is a man
twenty times as old as I am and he doesn't know
which way east is No I thank you. I think I shall
believe the sun rather than you."
And so saying, he climbed over the wall and hur-
ried on in the direction of the luminary he had just
mentioned which was now already some little way
on its journey down the sky.


MILTIADES UP A TREE.


Not very long after this, Miltiades' met with an ad-
venture which delayed him for at least an hour on
his way and which also was very near to proving a
serious matter for him.
In crossing a large pasture, he suddenly came
upon or rather there suddenly came upon him
from down in a neighboring hollow-a large bull.






STHE EXPLOITS OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


Miltiades caught sight of him just in time to shout,
" Hi! Hi and then run with all his might and
climb up into a juniper tree that stood all alone by
itself in the middle of the lot. The bull arrived
under this tree just too late to prevent the ascent of
our hero into the branches above; and the two
then remained for some moments in solemn silence,
regarding each other the while with decided interest.
As soon as Miltiades had recovered in a measure
his breath and his composure, he drew out his Jour-
nal and made a careful note of the situation. The
bull, in the meanwhile, amused himself by tearing up
the earth under the tree and playfully tossing into
the air Miltiades' straw-hat which had fallen off
when the latter climbed the tree.
Miltiades had hardly had time to complete his
illustration, when the enemy made a vigorous effort
to climb the tree himself; but this he of course was
not able to do.












CLOSE QUARTERS.

Then Miltiades waited patiently a long while,
hoping the bull would get discouraged and go away.
But the animal showed no disposition to do anything
of the kind.
0, dear!" the little fellow at length sighed.
"I'm afraid I never shall get around the earth at all
at this rate. If I only had some paregoric, now -
or some soothing syrup, I would give him a dose
and put him to sleep. Then I could get away."
But as neither of these invaluable specifics seemed
to be at hand, this ingenious idea did not avail our
imprisoned hero. He tried to think of some other
plan; but as none presented itself, he at last re-
solved to try his powers of persuasion. He there-
fore looked down at the bull with the most seductive
expression of countenance that he could assume and
said:
"Please, Mr. Bull, let me get down. I've got ever
so far to go before night."


To this the bull made no reply whatever, save to
vehemently shake his head.
"If you will," pursued our hero, beseechingly,
" I'll I'll take your picture for you life size."
Humph snorted the bull contemptuously.
"At any rate," said Miltiades, "I think you
might go off a little way- say as far as that rock
there. 0, come now, won't you? It's not fair to
watch me so closely."










AN EXCITING RACE.

At this the bull looked up at him and winked
knowingly, as much as to say that he knew what he
was about, he did, without anybody's telling him.
And it isn't fair, either," persisted Miltiades,
"for a great big fellow like you to pick on a little
one like me. You ought to be ashamed of your-
self!"
At this the bull looked up again and actually
grinned.
Come now," urged Miltiades again. Won't
you go off a little way You ought to give me some
chance, you know. You needn't go more than half
way to the rock."
The bull lowered his head meditatively, as though
considering this proposition. And at length, as if
thinking favorably of it, he turned and walked
slowly away toward the rock.










--

VHICH MILTIADES WINS BY A LENGTH.

The very instant our hero thought the bull was at
a safe distance, he dropped quickly down from the






THE EXPLOITS OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


tree and ran with all his might for the fence. But
the bull -who had been cunningly watching him all
the time out of the corner of his eye- as quickly
gave chase and an exciting race ensued.
This race, I am thankful to say, was eventually
won by our hero. It was, however, a very close one,
and only won by a single length, which Miltiades
measured on the other side of the fence.
Miltiades picked himself up and brushed and re-
arranged himself as well as he could; and then
making the bull a profound bow in adieu, he turned
himself once more toward the sun (now considerably
more than half way down to the horizon's edge
again) and continued again his oft-interrupted jour-
ney. He travelled on for a long, long way without
meeting with any adventures, which seemed to him
worthy of record; although once he nearly fell into
a well that he thought it best to leap over rather
than walk around, and once, because he had found
it necessary to cross a farmer's cucumber patch, he
was set upon by the farmer himself, and an insignif-
icant little black dog (which barked incessantly) and
hunted way across one field and well into another.
About half-past four o'clock, it must have been
that, he received the first intimation of being near
his journey's end. And he was both surprised and
delighted, although the accompanying circumstances
were not especially pleasant.
He had found it necessary also, in still pursuing
his undeviating line of march toward the sun, to pass
directly through not only the door-yard of a certain
house, but also through the back-kitchen of the
house itself. There was nobody in the kitchen as he
entered it; but on the table there stood a platter of
huckleberry tarts, smoking hot as though just taken
from the oven. Our hero, being by this time as
hungry as ever, thought it entirely proper and rea-
sonable that he should appropriate several of these
tempting articles; and he had just transferred one
of them to. his frock pocket and was laying hold of
another, when a shrill voice behind him suddenly
made, him aware of the presence of a second person,
the mistress of the house. And before he could
turn his head even, he felt himself almost lifted
bodily upon the flat side of a broom and violently
ejected from the kitchen by the door opposite that
by which he had entered.
"You little thief, you!" exclaimed the woman.
Ill teach you to come here and steal my pies!
It's no more than might be expected, though. I've


heard of you before this, and all your goings-on.
You are Farmer Gray's Miltiades Peterkin. Scat,
now! Take yourself off from here!"
Miltiades did take himself off from there as fast as
his legs would carry him. And it was not until he
had reached a place of safety again that he was able
to reflect upon what had occurred, and to reason
that since the woman had recognized him, he must
now have nearly completed his circuit. of the earth,
and that home itself could not be very far off. He
sat down long enough to write out this last adven-
ture and then, with a light heart, once more started
on.
Almost immediately after this he found himself on


MILTIADES FEELS A LITTLE PUT OUT."


the summit of a lofty hill ; and upon looking down
into the level below, lo, there was his own home only
a quarter of a mile away, just as he had left it in the
morning.
He gave a shout of delight and triumph and
hurried down the hillside.
When he got to the house, he found John Henry
Jack in the back yard cutting up a dead peach-tree.
"Well sir!" cried the latter, I should like to
know what you have been doing with yourself all
day."
I've been around the world," answered Miltiades,
with pardonable loftiness.
"What?" demanded John Henry Jack.
"I've been away around the whole globe," re-
peated Miltiades. "You said yesterday that a man
could start here and go directly east and if he kept
on in a straight line he would go entirely around
and come out at the same place from the opposite
way.. That's just what I have done."
John Henry Jack laughed.
But how did you manage to keep in a straight
line toward the east all the while ?" asked he.
"You didn't have any compass, did you ?'"
"No," said Miltiades. "But I had tlr sun. I






THE EXPLOITS OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


kept my face toward that all the time. It rises in
the east, you know; and I started at sunrise."
John Henry Jack laughed so heartily at this
that he had to stop chopping and lay down his
axe.
"'Ha! Ha! Ha!-Ho! Ho! Ho!" cried he.
"So you think you have been round the world, do
you ? "
Yes," said Miltiades, I do think so."
And he certainly did think so; and nobody to
this day, has ever been able to make him think
differently.
Miltiades showed his brother the record of the
day's expedition as he had set it down in the Jour-
nal. John Henry Jack, after looking it over,
laughed louder than ever.
"I declare !" said he, "you certainly are destined
to become a great man. You have already had so
many wonderful adventures in your life that they
would fill a good-sized book. I know a certain dis-


tinguished writer who would, I think, be willing to
undertake the task of writing them out. And I am
acquainted with one or two artists even more dis-
tinguished, who would, I have no doubt, consent to
illustrate the work. The plan is certainly worth
thinking about."
These last words were spoken as much to himself
as to Miltiades. And, as for the plan itself, John
Henry Jack did think of it very seriously, for several
days. And the result of his cogitations is the follow-
ing pages wherein, between himself and his friend
the distinguished writer, and his other friends, the
even-more distinguished artists, many of the strange
adventures of Miltiades Peterkin/( as also of a cer-
tain nice cousin of his, Little Miss Muslin, of Quin-
tillion Square) have been recounted and preserved
to history. And if any farther introduction to the
work than this is needed, it only remains to be said
that everything hereinafter recorded is at least as
true and reliable as anything already related.







































































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EARLY ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.

No. I.-IN WHICH PRIDE HAS A FALL.


LITTLE Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Often felt very wretched because he was small;
And it made him quite angry when people would say,
"That's a fine lot of children of old Farmer Gray.
Look at Benjamin Franklin and John Henry Jack,
Stout and willing as oxen-they never hang back.
'How many boys has he ?' Three of them, in all,
That is, counting Miltiades Peterkin Paul."


Little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Clambered over the stile at the roadside wall,
And went wandering down through the orchard bar
Where the weeping willows and well-spring are.
The robins were twittering up in the tree,
And the brook bubbled onward in frolicsome glee.
" Oho I said Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
"You are laughing at me, sirs, because I am small."


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THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


" But I'll show you a feat that will startle you all,
Or my name's not Miltiades Peterkin Paul.
You robin may twitter up there in the trees,-
As for you, Mr. Brook, laugh as loud as you please;
But what will you say if Ijump overyou ?
'Tis something, I fancy, my brothers can't do,
Although everyone says they're so stout and so tall,"
Cried little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.

"Now suppose they were both of them here within call,
And that I'm not Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
But instead, for a moment, I'm John Henry Jack."
He first draws himself up see, like this and goes
back;
Then he comes running up brave as can be, -but lo!
He stops right on the edge and looks round him, just
so!


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O no i John Henry Jack dare not try it at all,"
Laughed little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.

"Or suppose I'm not John Henry Jack, after all,
Nor either Miltiades Peterkin Paul;
But I'm Benjamin Franklin this time; and suppose
I should dare him to try it now watch here he
goes."
He walks back just like this, and runs up just like
that,
But stops short at the brink. "He can't do it, that's
flat.
O, no, brother Ben dare not try it at all! "
Laughed little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.


" Now, once more -just suppose that is all fol-de-rol,
And I'm really Miltiades Peterkin Paul.


You saw those great fellows who didn't dare try,
Notwithstanding they're very much bigger than I.
But now it's my turn, and I mean to show you
(If you'll wait half a minute) just what Ican do.
I am not to be laughed at sirs, if I am small,"
Shouted little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.

But alas! for the sad fate that soon did befall
Our little Miltiades Peterkin Paul !
He went back, I should think, something like half a
mile,
To get a good start from the old roadside stile;
Then he ran like a deer, and he jumped, and -
look!
He is sprawling and sputtering right in the brook!


And thus it all happened that pride had a fall,
And so did Miltiades Peterkin Paul.
























No. II.-LITTLE MILTIADES GETS LOST IN THE WOODS.


LITTLE Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Sadly stood at the window and watched the
snow fall.


"0 dear I do wish wouldd stop snowing," he cried,
"I'd give all my money and father's beside."


And just then, all at once, as if quite overcome
By the offer of such a munificent sum,
The sun shone out brightly, the clouds rolled away,
And the sky was as clear as you'd see it in May.


Then little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
In his overcoat, fur cap, boots, mittens and all,
Took his sled, the "Jack Frost," and in merriest
mood
Started off for the hill; but in going through the
wood,
The trees were so thick, and the ground white with
snow,
He grew quite uncertain which way he must go,
And for full half an hour went wandering about
Without ever being able to find his way out.


At last poor Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Standing there in the woods, with no one within
call,
In bewildered despair looked around him, when lo!
He espied, just before, a fresh track in the snow.





THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


"Aha! he cried joyfully, Who can this be ?
Why, he has rubber boots and a sled, just like me!


He is going to the same place that I am, no doubt;
I will follow his footsteps, and find my way out."


So he kept his eyes fixed on the track on the snow,
And he hurried along for ten minutes or so,
When, strange to relate, the first thing that he knew,
Instead of one track he was following two, -
Each with new rubber boots and a sled. It is clear
That another chap's joined the first fellow just here -
Well, well, there'll be three to go sliding, that's all,"
Said little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.


So he still followed on quite a while, till he thought,
"It is time I came out somewhere," then he stopped
short.
"Halloo! What can this mean? It seems there are
more;
Instead of two tracks, there are now plainly four !


Three with new rubber boots, and a sled just like
mine;
And the fourth- zounds! What big feet must be
number nine !
Never mind, the more of us the merrier, that's all,"
Said little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.


Just then some one laughed, and there, close by his
side,
Stood Benjamin Franklin, his brother, who cried:
"Well, where have you been all the morning, I
pray ?
You're a pretty young fellow, to get lost this way !
Why, you surely don't think you will ever get back,
Walking round in a circle upon your own track "


For, you see, young Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Had been following himself all the while-that is
































No. III. IN WHICH HE IS UNABLE TO MIND HIS OWN BUSINESS.




L ITTLE Miltiades Peterkin Paul
One day made up his mind he would go down '
and call
On the little old woman that lives in the wood.
"For," said he to himself, "it is well understood
That she has heaps of treasure all hidden away;
And who knows, if I go down and see her to-day, __
But she may take a fancy to me, while I'm there,
And perhaps, when she dies, she will make me her
heir."

When little Miltiades got to the wood
He found the old woman in right merry mood.
And she laughed when she saw him, and stroked her --T
black cat;
And she looked very queer in her tall pointed hat,
.And her quaint, high-heeled shoes, and her funny old
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THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


With her chin that turned up and her nose that
turned down.
"I bid you good morrow, my dear Mother Moll,"
Cried little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.

" I was passing this way, so I thought I would call,"
Continued Miltiades Peterkin Paul;
"I trust that you find yourself well, this fine day? "
Then the old woman winked, in the funniest way,
And she chuckled a while to herself; then said she,
"My fine little fellow, you can't deceive me !
However, just hand me my crutch that stands there;
After all, if you suit me, I'll make you my heir."

So little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
He reached her a crutch that stood there againstt the
wall,
And he followed her in, through the house, to a
room
Where all was as silent and dark as the tomb.
" Here," said she, I will leave you an hour or so.
At the end of that time I am likely to know
If you'll suit me or not. But, one warning, my
dear, -
Be sure that you mind your own business while here."

So little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
For a long time sat there, seeing nothing at all, -
Quite alone by himself in the silence and gloom;
But at length he found courage to steal 'cross the
room,
And his poor little bosom was all in a flutter,
As he raised himself tip-toe and pushed back the
shutter
To let in the light, then stood rubbing his eyes
And staring about in bewildered surprise.

For there, all around him, on ceiling and floor,
He beheld more black cats than he'd met with before
In the whole of his life, -full a score, I should think,
Each one of them black as the blackest of ink, -
And each on its perch standing silent and grim,
With green, glassy eyes looking fiercely at him.
" 0 dear gasped Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
" I am sure that I don't understand this at all!"

Just then, as he stood there, he chanced to espy
A beautiful box on the table close by;


And, forgetting his awe of the cats in a minute, -
"That's a queer-looking box," he cried, what can
be in it?
It is here that she keeps all her treasure, may be,
Since there's nobody nigh, I've a great mind to see. -
I am sure, if I do, there's no harm can befall,"
Whispered little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.


So little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Drew a heavy chair up-for you see, being small,
The table itself came quite up to his chin, -
And, with great difficulty, contrived to peep in.


But the box, as it happened, contained yellow snuff,
Which came out as he lifted the lid with a puff
And what could poor little Miltiades do
But sneeze very loudly "a-ka-tchoo / a-ka-tchoo!"


Then the door it flew open, and old Mother Moll
Confronted Miltiades Peterkin Paul.
" Hi! hi she cried shrilly, "you have a fine cold !
I don't think I'll leave you my silver and gold.
Since it seems that you could not remember my
warning
To mind your own business, ['ll wish you good-
morning."
And so our young hero went home through the wood,
And still, as he went, he ka-chooda-ka-tchood/


























No. IV.-IN WHICH MILTIADES 1S OVERCOME BY FLATTERY.


LITTLE Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Half asleep neathh the cherry-tree, heard some
one call.
So he jumped briskly up, and around the house ran,
And there stood his sister, Abiathar Ann,
Who said, "You must go at once down to the lot,
And take the boys' dinner here 'tis, smoking hot
In this kettle. Don't tell the tramps what you have
in it,
If you do they will take it away in a minute."

So little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Hurried off down the lane, and was climbing the wall,
When he saw, all at once, sitting there on the stile,
A sleek-looking man, who arose with a smile,
And making a low bow, proceeded to say, -
My fine little fellow, I wish you good day.
And what, let me ask, is your name, sir? and where
Are you going so fast, pray? And what have you
there ?"

"My name is Miltiades Peterkin Paul,"
Said Miltiades, thinking no harm could befall
In pausing to answer so civil a man.
" I am going to the lot for Abiathar Ann,


To take the boys' dinner they're making the hay.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll haste on my way,


Else, before I get there, sir, the dinner'll be cold,
And John Henry Jack will be certain to scold."


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THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


"But, most noble Miltiades Peterkin Paul,"
Quoth the stranger, I'm sure there is no doubt at
all,


With those stout, sturdy legs I perceive you have
there
(For I never did see such a beautiful pair),
You can get to the hay-field in time, even though
You should stop and converse for a moment or so.
And I must say, of all the lads lever knew,
There was never a one could compare, sir, with you!

" As for running," continued the man, now I wonder
How long it would take you to mount the hill yonder ?
Suppose that you try it, my fine little man.
Start from here and run down the road fast as you
can.
I will take right good care of your kettle meanwhile,
And will stay here and wait for you close by the stile
Come now, start when I count three, and run till I
call
Your name thus: MIL-TIADES PE-TER-KIN PAUL-L-L!"

So little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Put his kettle down carefully, close by the wall,
And flinging his broad-brimmed straw hat on the
ground,
He awaited the word, then was off with a bound,


Down the road, past the mill, at the top of his speed,
And he certainly ran very swiftly indeed.
Why, with such wondrous quickness his little legs
flew,
You'd have thought he had twenty instead of but two.


But little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
He listened in vain for the stranger to call;
And he ran on and on, without stopping, until
At length, when he got to the top of the hill,
He was all out of breath, and quite red in the face
With running up hill at so dreadful a pace;
And he had to sit down there and rest for awhile,
Before he walked back to the old roadside stile.


And alas! when Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Got back, he found no one there waiting at all.
The stranger had vanished, and nowhere around
Any trace of the kettle or dinner he found.
There was nothing remained but his broad-brimmed
straw hat:
"Well," cried he, it is lucky he didn't take that!


O, I never did see such a smooth-spoken man !
He would almost deceive our Abiathar Ann "










No. V.-IN WHICH MILTIADES IS CURED OF VANITY.


LITTLE MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL,
He set out for the school-house one morning in
fall;
And he looked very fine, and he felt very vain,
As with with whistle and song he marched off down
the lane;
For, you see, he'd put on, for the first time, to-day,
His handsome new frock with its colors so gay.
"Ah!" said he, "no one ever will guess, I am sure,
It is made of a shawl that my grandmother wore."

As little Miltiades passed by the stile,
He met his two brothers, who could not but smile
When they saw him approach in his gay-colored frock,
As grand and as vain as the old turkey-cock.
So they stopped him a moment, and John Henry Jack
Slyly wrote, in large-letters, with chalk, on the back
Of little Miltiades Peterkin Paul:
"HIS NEW FROCK WAS MADE FROM HIS GRAND-
MOTHER'S SHAWL."


Farther on, young Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Saw a little old gentleman perched on the wall,


Who merrily shouted," Hi, hi! my fine fellow,
That's a beautiful frock, sir, all red, green and
yellow.





THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


Pray where did you get it ? 0, now I perceive it
Is made of an old shawl, I'd scarcely believe it."


To which our young hero disdained to reply;
But he thought, The old gentleman has a sharp eye."



Pretty soon, as Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Reached the edge of the wood, he saw old Mother
Moll;
"To be sure," said she, Fine feathers do make fine
birds.
What a smart frock you have there Then, seeing
the words
That were marked on his back, she cried shrilly, "Oh!
It was made from your grandmother's shawl? I
thought so!"
But this speech caused our hero, of course, no surprise.
"All these witches," said he, hastening on, "have
sharp eyes."


When little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Arrived at the school-house, his mates, one and all,
Came crowding about him to see his new frock.
But, alas all at once they began, too, to mock;
And they jeeringly cried, Well, before I would wear
My grandmother's shawl for a frock, I'd go bare "
And they laughed loud and long, till called in by the
bell.
" 0, dear! sighed Miltiades, "how could they tell ?"


And then, as he passed to his seat, who should call
But the master, Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Come here, sir What's that on your back, that I see ?
What \V s mad: from your grandmother's shawl?'
Why, dear me!"
But this last, after all his mates' jesting and jeers,
Was too much for our hero. He burst into tears,


And ran out of the door without taking his lat.
And I'm certain he never was vain after that.









No. VI.- IN WHICH MILTIADES IS GUILTY OF DISOBEDIENCE.


Very stealthily making his way through the hall,
In a moment Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Found himself in the pantry; and mounting a chair
He carefully felt all along the shelf where
He knew that his grandmother kept the best jar, -
Till at length he cried joyfully, "Ho! here you are !"
Then he climbed slowly down, and proceeded to cram
His dear little mouth full of Raspberry Jam.


But when little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Found, alas all too soon, he had eaten it all,
He mournfully sighed, sitting there on the floor,
]" i And smacked his lips softly and wished there was more.
Then again fell to scraping the jar with a spoon
(For he couldn't believe it was all gone so soon).



L ITTLE Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Must have had, I am sure, what we oftentimes
call
A "very sweet tooth,"-at least, certain I am
He was fond of his grandmother's Raspberry Jam.
Why, he often would climb to the top pantry-shelf,
And eat all there was in the jar by himself,
Till the good lady vowed, in her positive way,
He should have no more Jam, for a month and a day. .

But one winter night, when the family all
( Including Miltiades Peterkin Paul)
In the old-fashioned kitchen were gathered together,
While the fire burned brightly--'twas blustering
weather, -
With many a sly glance where grandma was sitting
Half-asleep in the rocking-chair over her knitting,
Our hero crept softly away in the gloom, "There must be more of it inside," he said. "Ah 1
And presently disappeared out of the room. If I only could get my head into this jar I"






THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


This idea was no sooner conceived than he tried it.
But I don't think his head would have gone quite in-
side it


(It was such a tight fit), had not just then his ear
Caught the sound of a footstep; and, starting with
fear,


Taking hold with both hands he gave one mighty tug,
And then his head was in the stone jar right snug.
And poor little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Found that, pull as he might, wouldn'tt come out
at all !


Well, at length young Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Quite alarmed and bewildered, rushed out through
the hall,
Bursting into the room where the folks were all sitting;
And grandma awoke with a shriek at her knitting;
And father arose from his seat and began
Reassuring his wife, while Abiathar Ann,
And Benjamin Franklin, and John Henry Jack,
They all of them laughed till their faces were black.


And he certainly looked very funny indeed,
Dashing madly about at the top of his speed;
Till, at length, he encountered his grandmother's
chair,
When the jar broke in pieces, and all at once there
Stood poor little Miltiades, meek as a lamb,
With his face all besmeared with the Raspberry Jam.
"O, dear me! cried Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
"I have had quite enough Jam for one day, that's all! "







THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.

No. VII.--MILTIADES CELEBRATES THE "GLORIOUS FOURTH."


BY JOHN BROWNJOHN.


LITTLE Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Had come back to the farm from the Centennial,
With his little heart brimful of love, pure and true,
For the glorious old colors, the red, white and blue;


And be sure, when the Fourth of July came around,
A stauncher young patriot could nowhere be found.
At least, it is certain that no one succeeded
In making more noise and confusion than he did.

He was out of his trundle-bed promptly at dawn,
And was beating his drum and was blowing his horn.
Then, since this course entirely failed to arouse
To a sense of its duty the rest of the house,
He went marching about, crying loudly, Hi, hi!
Have you folks all forgotten 'tis Fourth of July ?
Why! what would George Washington think of you
all! "
Exclaimed little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.

After breakfast, Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
In his soldier-hat, epaulettes, plumes, spurs, and all,


Sallied forth to the barn-yard with triumphant shout,
Wildly flinging torpedoes and crackers about.
And the cattle, and fowls, and the pigs in the sty,
Soon awoke to the fact that 'twas Fourth of July.
Such a lowing and cackling and squealing, be sure,
Has never been heard either since or before.

But, alas! young Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Found these joys, like some others, not lasting at all.
Long e'er noon his torpedoes and crackers were
gone,
And he even grew tired of blowing his horn.
But at length, wand'ring round to the front porch, lo I
there
Lay old Tabby, asleep in his grandmother's chair.
"Ah! I have it! he cried. I will blow up the
cat!
I reckon she'll very soon move out of that/


"There's a big horn of powder that hangs in the
hall,"
Continued Miltiades Peterkin Paul;





THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


"I've been told not to touch it; but as for that, why,
Such rules ar'n't intended for Fourth of July.
I'll just step in and get it; and then, Mistress Tabby,
I'll show you a trick that you'll think rather shabby.
But you cannot complain; you deserve a good scare,
For going to sleep in my grandmother's chair."

Then little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Having taken the powder-horn down from the wall,
Returned to the porch, and poured out quite a heap,
Directly beneath where the cat was asleep.
Then he carefully laid a long train from the chair,
Straight across the piazza, around the house, where
He could touch off his mine," yet remain out of sight.
4.nd then, all being ready, he went for a light.

But alas for his fond hopes Our young engineer
Had no sooner vanished, than who should appear,


At the front door, but grandma; who, seeing the
cat,
Sent her out of the chair with a vigorous scat "
And then, never dreaming of any mishap,
Straightway settled herself for a good quiet nap.
And little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Coming back with his match, did not see her at all.

" Ss- ss -fizz -fizz BANG! Young Miltiades
yelled
Like a Modoc, and leaped forth--and lo! he beheld,
To his horror, his grandmother rise from the chair,
And go up in a cloud of smoke into the air.
At least, so it looked. Then in terror he fled,
And hid in the hay. And he mournfully said:
" 0, dear me! If she never should come down at


all,
Won't you catch it,


Miltiades Peterkin Paul! "























No. VIII.-MILTIADES BOASTS OF HIS COURAGE.


LITTLE Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Had been heard to declare he feared nothing at
all.
"There's Abiathar Ann," he would say "now at
her age,
One would think she might show a little more cour-
age.
Why, I really believe she would fall dead with fright,
If she came down the lane by herself in the night.
I can tell you, though, that's not the stuff I am made
of!
I never saw anything Iwas afraid of! "

But one warm summer evening it chanced to befall,
That little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Having been to the village for John Henry Jack,
Found it growing quite dark when he came to start
back.
But he thought, "Pooh I don't care for that in the
least! "
And he winked at the full moon, just up in the east:
Then with hands in his pockets he swaggered along,
While he kept up his courage with whistle and song.

All at once young Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
4s he turned down the lane perceived close by the wall,


Straight. before him, a dark, ghostly Shape, crouching
low, -


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Which frightened poor little Miltiades so
That he turned cold all over -our valiant young
hero -






THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


Just as though the thermometer'd dropped down to
zero ;
Then, his heart beating loudly, he covered his face


With his hands, and trudged on at a much quicker
pace.

But little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Had not gone many steps, when he thought, After
all,
I may be mistaken; perhaps I mistook
Some old stump, or a rock, or the cow, for a 'spook.'
Why, what could I be thinking of! "' Then, growing
bolder,
He ventured to cast a glance over his shoulder,
When what was his wonder and horror to find
That the spectre was following him close behind.

For one moment Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Was so terribly frightened he thought he would fall.
Then he flung his checked apron up over his head
Fo shut out the dread sight, and ingloriously fled.
But, alas by the footsteps behind he soon knew
That his ghostly pursuer began to run, too;
And he uttered a shriek, and sped on without know-
ing,
(With his eyes covered up), just which way he was
going.


But little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Though he ran like the wind, found 'twas no use at
all.
The footsteps grew louder behind, and at last
He suddenly found himself caught and held fast.
Whereupon, faint with terror, he sank to his knees,
And in piteous accents besought, 0 sir, please,
Good, kind Mr. Ghost, let me go 0, please do !
I am sure I would do as much, gladly, for you! "'

But just then the Ghost spoke and soothed his alarms,
And he found he'd rushed into his own brother's
arms.
"Why," cried John Henry Jack, "What does this
mean, my lad? 0,
I see. Ha! ha! ha! Why, sir, that's your own
shadow !"
And, sure enough, when he uncovered his face,


Our hero saw plainly that such was the case.
Well! said little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
"Please don't tell our Abiathar Ann, that is all!"









No. IX.- MILTIADES IS GUILTY OF "PICKING AND STEALING."


LITTLE Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Going down to the post-office one day in fall,
As he loitered along the road, chanced to espy


A tree thick with fruit in an orchard close by.
"Oho! he cried gleefully, Fee Fo Fi! -
Fum!
Those are nice looking russets, I guess I'll have
some.
I can't stand by and see good fruit hang there and
rot.
I really can't do it, indeed I can not! "


So little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Having looked all around, lest perchance Uncle
Sol


(That was what people called Mr. Solomon Sly,
Whose orchard it was ) should be watching near by,
He got over the wall and climbed into the tree, -
(0, there never was such a smart climber as he!)
And presently found himself high in the tree-top,
With more apples about him than ten men could eat
up.


Then he braced himself firmly and tasted a few;
And finding them quite to his taste he set to,
Devouring one after another until
In a very short time he had eaten his fill.


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And he breathed a most heart-rending sigh as he
ceased.
"Ah they say that enough is as good as a feast,"






THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


Murmured little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.
'But I can't eat enough, I'm so dreadfully small.


'I'm determined, however, I won't leave them all,"
Continued Miltiades Peterkin Paul.
" I have several big pockets, I'll just fill them, too, -
It won't do any harm just to lay in a few,"


Which was no sooner thought of, be sure, than 'twas
done.
He stuffed all his pockets quite full, every one.
Then he cautiously turned him about on the limb,
To crawl back, when a frightful thing happened to
him.


Alas, poor Miltiades Peterkin Paul!
There came a great crash, then he felt himself fall
Down down, with a rush and a bump; and I fear
That his life and adventures had ended right here,
But that, lucky for him his gray Corduroy jacket
(Which was quite new and stout) was so big in the
back it
Caught fast on the end of a limb; and lo there
Young Miltiades helplessly hung in mid air.


Then little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Almost frightened to death, began straightway to
bawl
At the top of his voice : "O, dear! Help! Oo-
oo-oo !
I can't get up or down! 0, dear! What shall I
do!"
And his cries, being heard in the neighboring lot,
Quickly brought Mr. Solomon Sly to the spot,
Who, perceiving our hero, said grimly: Ho ho !
What's the meaning of all this, I'd just like to
know?


"That's a queer sort of fruit for my trees to be bear-
ing !
Oh! it's you, sir. I trust you will get a good airing.
What is that that you say? Help you? Hump!
Well, now, really,
I should say you'd been helpingyourself pretty freely.
I am sorry I can't stop to lend my assistance;
But the fact is e'er night I must travel some distance.
Just have patience, and maybe you'll get ripe and
fall,
My dear young Miltiades Peterkin Paul."










No. X.--MILTIADES IS GUILTY OF EAVESDROPPING.


"O-F all mean things that I know," remarked
Farmer Gray,
As the family lingered at breakfast, one day, -


"The meanest is listening. I trust none of you"
(Here he glanced round the board) "such a base
thing would do! "
"No, indeed! cried our hero, his mouth full of
waffle,
"I am sure I should hope not it's perfectly awful!
You won't hear of Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Being caught at eavesdropping. No, sir/ Not at
all!"


Yet that very forenoon ('tis with grief I recall
The story) Miltiades Peterkin Paul,


As he came down the front stairway, chanced to espy
His brothers conversing in secret close by.
"Aha! muttered he, as he turned and drew back,
" Now, what in the world can our John Henry Jack
And Benjamin Franklin be talking about?
I declare! I believe I must try and find out."


So little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
He crept back up the stairs, and around through the
hall,
Then down the back stairway taking precious
good care


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That no one should see to the best pantry, where
(With no little risk to his nether apparel)
He cautiously mounted a large flour-barrel,


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THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


From which, through a pane in the door, he could
tell
What his brothers were saying and doing, quite well.

"Now I'm free to confess," began John Henry
Jack
(" Though I don't like.to talk behind anyone's back),


Yet, while speaking of listening, I really must say
That our brother Miltiades has a strange way
Of happening around very often, to hear
What is not intended for His Highness's ear."
"Ah, 'tis true," sighed Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
" Listeners never hear good of themselves, after all."


"As for that," spoke up Benjamin Franklin, I must
In candor confess your remarks are quite just.
And, indeed, I should not be surprised, for a truth,
If, within hearing somewhere, that promising youth
Were listening with all his ears this very minute;
I'll just open this pantry door, maybe he's in it."
"Oho quoth Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
" I think I'll retreat, ere you make me a call."

But poor little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Being somewhat in haste, and sore-frightened withal,
As he stooped to climb down, somehow, tipped up
the cover,
And, all at once, feeling himself turn quite over,
He uttered a shriek, and in one moment more most
Ingloriously sank in the barrel head-foremost, -
Where he soon would have smothered, without any
doubt,
Had not Benjamin Franklin straightway pulled him
out.


"How is this?" cried the latter, as, covered with
white,
He held young Miltiades up to the light.
"Seems to me you're perpetually fated to fare ill;
You look like a snow-drift shut up in a barrel.
Pray how came you here ? if I ventured a guess
I should say you'd been eavesdropping- come, sir,
confess !"
"Well, the way of the listener isfloury that's all
Ican say," gasped Miltiades Peterkin Paul.


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No. XI. -MILTIADES DECLARES WAR AGAINST TURKEY.


IT was Thanksgiving night, and the clock in the
hall
Had struck ten, ere Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
With exceeding reluctance, at length took a light,
And, bidding them all, for the third time, good-
night,
Left the room, -but delayed going straight up to
bed,
And crept slyly around to the pantry instead.
"For," said he to himself, I may certainly say
That I didn't get half enough turkey to-day."

Then little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
With great labor, took down a huge plate which held
all
That was left of the dinner; and, falling to work, he
Very quickly had stuffed himself chuck full of
turkey;
So that when he got through -pray believe it who
can -
He was seven pounds heavier than when he be-
gan!
"Ah sighed he as he paused, "I don't feel right
just here!
But, then, Thanksgiving Day only comes once a
year."

In his trundle-bed, some hours later, that night,
Young Miltiades suddenly started upright,
And beheld, looming up through the shadowy gloom,
A vast, ghostly shape, that advanced 'cross the
room,


With a step just half-way twixtt a skip and a hobble,
While it uttered meanwhile a most horrible gobble.
" 0, dear me! gasped Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
"If here ain't a turkey a dozen feet tall! "


"Aye 1" the turkey began, with an unearthly drawl,
"You are right, Sir Miltiades Peterkin Paul.


And, worse than all that, I'm the ghost, you must
know,
Of the one you devoured a short time ago.
You imagine, no doubt, 'tis a very small matter
To be killed, plucked and roasted, and served on a
platter.





THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL.


Very well; you shall see how much fun there is in it.
I will transform you into a turkey this minute I "


The next instant, Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Almost perished with fear, looking round, saw that all
Had been suddenly changed by enchantment, and
he
Was perched high on a branch of the old orchard
tree,
With claws, tail and wattles, and feathers full
grown,
As brave a young turkey as ever was known.
And, on opening his mouth, to cry out, in a flutter,
A shrill, prolonged gobble was all he could utter.


Then little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
All at once saw John Henry Jack mount the. stone
wall
Directly beneath him,- who cried out Aha !,
You gobbled too soon, sir I see where you are "
And who, reaching far upward, took firm hold of
him,
And pulled poor Miltiades down from the limb;


While the latter, quite terrified, made no endeavor
To fly, but, instead, gobbled louder than ever.


And now a sad fate seemed about to befall
Poor little Miltiades Peterkin Paul.
He was taken around to the wood-pile, and there
His head laid on the block, the axe raised in the air,
And in one moment more its keen edge had de-
scended,
And our hero's young life had been then and there
ended.
But that he, with one desperate last effort broke
The dread spell that bound him, and straightway
awoke.


And little Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Found himself still in bed, while the family all
(Who had hurried up-stairs in response to his cries)
Were gathered about. He sat, rubbing his eyes,
'And feeling to see if his head was still on.
"Ah !" he murmured, "I thought it was certainly
gone.


Well, I'll just tell you this: that, as sure as I'm liv-
ing,
One dinner'll be all I shall eat next Thanksgiving I "











No. XII.- MILTIADES GETS THE BEST OI SANTA CLAUS.


"O F course," said Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
On the day before Christmas, I've no doubt
at all
It is SANTA CLAUS who, every Christmas Eve,
brings.
The presents and candy and all the nice things


Which I find in my stocking; and, doubtless, 'tis
true
That he drives six fleet raindeers and comes down the
flue.
But I should like to see him! Perhaps, too, I
might,
If I sat up and kept a sharp lookout to-night."


"But that never would do," explained John Henry
Jack ;
"He would turn straight around, and would never
come back.
For, you see, the old gentleman's taken a whim
That not one of you children shall catch sight of
him.
If he came to the house and found one single eye
Remained open, he'd whip up and gallop straight by."
"Nevertheless," thought Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
" I think I shall see him to-night, after all."


So that night, after bed-time, when in the house all
Was quite still, young Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Softly stepped from his bedroom, and, stealthily creep-
ing
Past the door where his father and mother were
sleeping,
Stole down to the sitting-room, where, you must know,
He had hung by the mantel an hour ago
Both his new scarlet stockings. "Ho! ho!" chuck-
led he,
"Now we'll see, MR. SANTA CLAUS, what we shall
see!"


Then, from where he had hidden it, under the car-
pet,
He drew out a steel trap (not really so sharp it
Could do serious harm); and with sangfroid quite
shocking,
He set it, and placed it deep down in his stocking:
So that SANTA CLAUS, when he inserted his fist,






THE ADVENTURES OF MILTIADES PEIERKIN PAUL.


Would find himself caught and held fast by the
wrist.
* There said little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
" If that doesn't fix him I'll eat it -that's all "

Then little Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
Having made these arrangements, crept back through
the hall,
And up into bed again. Now, then! he thought,
" I'll just lie still and wait till the old fellow's caught,
Then I'll hurry down-stairs in an instant and free
him.
:=o 1 ho! ho! We'll soon know if a body may see
him.
He will find in my sock, when he puts his hand in it,
A. warm grip that will not let him loose in a minute!

"But, be careful, Miltiades Peterkin Paul,"
He presently added. "It won't do to fall
Fast asleep at your post." Yet he hardly had spoken
When he sank back in slumber. Then silence un-
broken
Reigned supreme for an hour in Farmer Gray's dwell-
ing.
At the end of that time such an unearthly yelling
And howling broke in on the stillness of night
That the whole household woke in a panic of fright i

" Oho !" cried Miltiades Peterkin Paul,
As he started upright, the old fellow can bawl I
Why, at this rate, he'll wake the whole house from
its nap!
I'll go down and release him at once from the trap."


So he bounced out of bed, and ran down in a jiffy;
Then, arrived at the threshold, he stopped short, as
if he
Were struck by a thunderbolt Well, too, he might,
For he certainly saw an astonishing sight.

It was not SANTA CLAUS (as before this you all
May have guessed) that Miltiades Peterkin Paul


Beheld, but his grandfather dancing about,
And calling for some one to come help him out.
"Oho !" cried our hero, beginning to see
At length who old SANTA CLAUS really must be,
" Was it you, after all, had a hand in it, pray ?"
" I should think that it was answered Grandfather
Gray.







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