CHILD'S STORY BOOK;
D. APPLETON AND CO., 200 BROADWAY.
GEORGE 8. APPLETON, 104 CHESTNUT STREET.
ENTERED according to Act of Congress, in the year 1850, by
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern
District of New York.
The Kite,- - - - 5
The Lion, . .- ---- .
Theabit - - - - -
The Hedgehog, ------ - - -
The Owl, - ------------
Carlo, .............--- 6
The Swan, ----*****
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GEORGE CLARKE was a little boy about
ten years old. I am afraid he was too
fond of play, and not fond enough of
learning to read and write; fMt he came
to school late in the mornings, and was
often seen driving a hoop round t.'o
streets when he should have bee~ study-
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ing his lessons. When at school he sat
thinking about balls and kites, instead
of attending to what his teacher said;
so that his lessons were often but badly
learned, and sometimes not learned at
all. In the afternoon, he did not go
directly home, but' stopped to play along
the road, or to look in at windows; and
two or three times he lost his way, and
did not reach home until late at night
When George was at home, he was
busy nearly all the time making bols, ;
kites, hoops, and sail boats; and on Sa-
turday afternoons when there was no
school, he and other little boys spent
their time playing with these toys. Once
he fell into the river, and would have
been drowned if a gentleman had not
jumped in and brought him out. His
ball often broke people's window panes,
which Mr. Clarke had to pay for; beside,
George often fell down and hurt himself
sadly; so that he was hardly ever seen
without a cut finger, or a bruised fore-
head, or a stumped toe, or a swelled nose.
Stit-he was'not a bad boy, though very
careless; and when his father or his
mother told him how m id. bke
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caused them, George would say how sorry
he was, and promised to do better. Then
he would go to school steadily for about
a week, and be very careful not to play
ball in the streets, where he might break
glass. But after that he would forget
what his father had said, and be bad as
Now, though George was not a bad boy
-that is, he had not wicked thoughts
and feelings, as some boys have-yet he
could not go on in this careless manner
until he became a large boy, without
growing wicked. All children ought to
play; but not to spend nearly all their
time in play, for they will very soon be-
come fit for nothing else. Mr. Clarke
knew this; and he tried hard to show
his little boy how wrong it was to neglect
his lessons, and tear his books, merely
that he might spend all his time in the
I will now tell you, children, one of
the first wicked things that George was
led into by his carelessness, and fond-
ness for play. When about ten years of
age he made a very large kite, and put
it in his room behind the bed, so that he
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might fly it on Saturday afternoon. It
had a fine long tail, and pieces of red
silk hanging from the sides. George
had bought a new ball of thread to fly
it with; and he thought how happy he
would be when Saturday came, and he
could run with it through the streets,
and out among the fields. Every morn-
ing, before going to school, and every
evening, when school was out, he ran up
stairs to see if his kite was safe, and to
wave it over his head, as he thought he
would do, when he got it out in the
But after two or three days had passed,
George began to grow tired of waiting.
He saw boys in the streets flying kites,
and wished that he could do so, too.
Then he asked his father if he might not
stay at home on Thursday afternoon, but
he did not tell what for. His father
would not give him leave, so George
went to school that morning sullen and
angry. He did not know his lesson, and
beside, behaved so badly, that his teacher
kept him in a whole hour after school
was out. When he came home, his
mother asked him where he had been.
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George had always been used to speak-
ing the truth, and at school ran the risk
of being punished many a time, rather
than say what he knew to be false. But
this day he sadly forgot himself; and
now see, children, how one bad act leads
to another. He told his mother, that
when coming from school, he saw a boy
who had fallen and hurt himself very
much; and that he stood a good while
looking at him. His mother believed
him; for as I have told you, he generally
spoke the truth. But she said that he
ought not to have stopped on the road,
and kept her waiting for dinner for him.
She told him to hurry, lest he might be
late to school. George ate as fast as he
could, and put on his hat and coat, and
went out. Mrs. Clarke called to him, to
go straight to school, and to come back
as soon as it was out.
Now, children, here was one fault that
this little boy had been led into by his
carelessness and love of play. But this
is not all: I have a story still more sad
to tell about him.
George had resolved not to go to school
in the afternoon. He said this to him-
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self, as he was coming home, and while
his mother had been talking to him.
After dinner he went a few steps down
the street, then stopped, and at last
came back to the house. I must tell
you, children, that the front door of Mr.
Clarke's house, opened upon an entry,
from which a flight of stairs went up to
the second and third stories; so you
could go to the top of the house without
passing through any of the rooms. When
George came back to the front door, he
listened a little while, to hear if any
body was in the entry. Then he opened
the door very quietly, and peeped through.
All the doors leading into the rooms,
were closed; so he went in, shut the
door, and then passed up stairs into his
own room. He then took the kite from
its place behind his bed, and crept down
the first flight of steps. At that moment
he heard the kitchen door open. You
may believe, children, that this boy
trembled all over. But it was only his
mother going into the cellar. He list-
ened, scarcely daring to breathe, until
he heard her return to the kitchen, and
shut the door; then he stole down stairs,
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carrying the kite with him, and passed
into the street. Now I am safe, said
George to himself; and he ran up the
street with all his might, thinking that
when he got a mile from home, he could
easily find some boys who would help
him fly it.
George thought that he could play the
whole afternoon, and return home about
the time that school would be out. So
his mother would know nothing about
it; and as to his teacher, he could make
him believe that he had been kept at
home by his mother. But, children, there
was an eye looking on him, though his
mother's was not. You know what eye
I mean. That great Being observes
when children, and men, too, do wrong;
and that retribution is impending at the
moment when they suppose they are
going to be the most happy. Let us see
how George Clarke made out by telling
lies, and playing truant.
He ran on until he came to the upper
part of the city, where the houses were
not very close together. Here he met
about half a dozen boys, and asked them
to help him raise the kite. They all
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agreed, and the large, new kite was soon
in the air. It mounted slowly and
steadily, over the tops of the houses,
higher and higher, until it seemed no
larger than a man's hand. The boys
laughed and shouted, to see it sailing so
high, sometimes lying still on the air,
and at others mounting up, almost into
the clouds. Two of them said it was
the finest kite they had ever seen, and
wished they could make one like it.
Must not George have been happy to
see it flying so nicely, and hear himself
praised by his companions for being a
better kite maker than many boys older
No- George was not happy. He
laughed as much as the others; but a
heavy load lay at his heart, and he could
not help wishing to himself that he had
obeyed his mother, and gone to school.
As the afternoon wore away, he became
afraid he would be found out, and this
fear made him miserable. By and by,
he saw some boys coming from a school
house, not far off. He knew, therefore,
that it was time for him to return, and
began to pull in his kite. The other
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boys wanted it still to fly; so when
George told them to wind the string into
a ball, they would not do it. So all the
new thread became knotted and tangled.
At last they snatched it from his hands,
and said they would raise it again. He
tried to get his string again, but they
threw him down; and while the struggle
was going on, the thread broke, and the
big kite was lost. The boys ran after,
it, leaving poor George to get up as he
could. He was much bruised, and his
clothes were soiled with mud. After
crying till he could cry no more, he
walked slowly down the street, stopping
every now and then to think what he
would tell his mother. At last it grew
dark, and the little boy felt afraid. He
ran till he came to his father's door,
where he sat down, and began to cry.
By and by his mother came up the
street, and took him in. She had been
looking for him more than an hour,
afraid that he had been killed.
This was a sad night for George; but
I am happy to say he confessed every
thing. His father perceived that it was
time to stop his son, before he would
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commit still greater wickedness; so he
punished him very severely, and would
not show him any favor, until George
gave proof by his conduct, that he in-
tended to be a better boy. See what he
has gained by his bad conduct. Lost his
kite, been bruised by bad boys, punished
by his father, and deprived of the esteem
of his teacher. I hope all this will teach
him to be a better boy.
SEE, what a great, ugly animal that is!
You know it is the lion, and a strong,
fierce beast he is. He lies in his oage,
growling and roaring at the people who
look at him. And there is a little dog
in the cage with him. Will he not eat
it? you ask. No-the great lion loves
this little dog, and plays with him as
you do with a rabbit or a doll.
I am going to tell you something about
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lions. They are found in a country
many miles from this, called Africa.
Some are found in Asia. There they
kill oxen, sheep, horses, and sometimes
men; and a lion is so strong, that he
can easily run off to his den in the forest,
with a large ox on his back. Once a big
lion came at night among an old farmer's
cattle, and stole a bull. Next night he
stole another. In thq morning the old
man went out with his gun, and followed
the lion's track, until he came to some
thick bushes, in which the animal lay
hid. He watched until he could see the
lion's eyes peeping at him, when he fired.
He missed his aim, and then the lion
sprang at him, knocked him down, and
began to gnaw his arm. It is wonder-
ful he did not kill the old man; but he
seems to have been in a good humor,
and besides, had eaten a whole bull the
night before, which kept him from being
hungry. After he had gnawed a little
of the man's arm pff, he laid down very
quietly beside him. Every time the man
moved, he gnawed his arm; so it was
ueeessary to lay still. In this manner
Sey remained together until late in the
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afternoon, when the old man heard the
report of a gun. At the same time the
lion sprang into the air, and then fell to
the ground. Then the man arose and
looked around. He saw his own son
with a gun in his hand-he having
missed his father, and gone out to hunt
for him. The lion was dead. This old
man lived afterwards many years; but
his arm was so much injured that it had
to be cut off.
A man who was walking in Africa,
saw a lion following him. The animal
was waiting until dark, when he could
spring on the man, and eat him. The
man knew this, and resolved to cheat the
lion. So toward evening, he went to a
rocky place, on the top of a steep hill,
and slid down a little distance, so that
his head was not above the ground. Then
he held up his hat and coat on a stick,
skaking it about, so that it looked like
a man walking. In a short time the
lion came creeping along, until he was
near enough to spring. Then he made
a great leap at the hat and coat, and fell,
head foremost, down the rock. I sup-
pose he broke his neck. The man got
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up and ran away as fast as he could, too
glad for having saved his life, to think
about his clothes.
I will tell you another story about a
lion, but I do not know whether it is
true or not. It is said to have happened
many hundred years ago, among a people
called the Romans. A slave of one of
these Romans had been driven from the
country, and was wandering in the woods
alone. His name was Andronicus-a
hard word, but I hope you will spell it
out. He was very hungry, and went
into a cave, where he thought he would
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lie down and die. By and by, a great
lion came in. Andronicus now prepared
himself to be eaten; but instead of
jumping at him, the lion walked slowly
toward him, and held out its paw. The
man did not know what to think; but,
seeing that the lion did not offer to hurt
him, he took courage, and examined the
foot. A great thorn had run into it, so
that it was swelled and very sore. An-
dronicus now understood that the lion
wished him to take the thorn out. He
did so, and then tied it up with his
handkerchief. The lion wagged its tail,
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licked the man's hands, and showed
every sign of joy. They had become
friends, and for a long while lived to-
gether in the cave.
But Andronicus afterwards left the
wood, and was taken by his enemies.
The Romans were a cruel people, and
often threw the men they did not like,
to lions, bears, or tigers. They ordered
that Andronicus should be given to a
lion. When the fatal day came, he was
placed in a large room, which had a wall
around it on all sides, and above the wall
seats for people to look on while the lion
ate the man. This place was called a
theatre. While Andronicus was stand-
ing alone in the theatre, a big lion was
sent in, and came roaring at him, and
dashing its head about in a frightful
manner. Poor Andronicus! It would
have been better if he had staid in the
cave, with his own lion. Every moment
he expected to be torn to pieces. All
at once the lion grew calm and still;
and then walking up to the man, licked
his hands and his face, fawned on him,
and lay down at his feet. Its keeper
came near, to make it eat Andronicus;
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but it roared so loud that the whole
theatre shook, and would have torn
him to pieces, if he had not run out.
No one dared to come near to touch An-
dronicus. He looked-it was his own
lion, which he had lived with in the
woods. The people were astonished; but
Andronicus told how he had taken the
thorn from its foot, and how he played
and slept with it in the cave. He was
then set free, and received the lion for a
present. It would never afterwards have
any keeper but Andronicus
I have already said, that I do not
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tow whether this story be true; but I
have tolIjt to you because it is a pretty
story, and shows that the Roman people
believed that the lion is a generous ani-
mal, and does not forget any one who
does him a favor.
When you grow older you will read
many more stories about this animal-
how it is hunted, how men catch it, and
how kind it is to those who use it well
Sometimes lions and tigers live in a cage
together; and often a little dog, or a
lamb, is with the lion. He lets it play
with him as much as it chooses.
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Do you know what lions eat ? Ndt
grass, or corn, like horses and sheep, nor
potatoes and other vegetables, as the
hogs. They live on raw meat-the flesh
of animals which they catch and kill.
In their native country, lions lie among
trees and bushes, by the water, watch-
ing till some animal comes to drink. If
a deer or buffalo comes by, they spring
upon it, and strike it to the ground.
Then they eat as much as they want,
and leave the remainder for the wolves,
vultures, and wild dogs.
THERE was a little boy named Joha,
Smith, whose father once bought him a
nice little book, that had many pictures
in. John was much pleased. He read *
the book through several times, and used
to lay it under his pillow at night, so
that he might see it in the morning be-
fore he went down stairs. One picture
showed a boy feeding some rabbits.
John asked his ftther a great deal about
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them, and often wished that he had a
little live rabbit to feed, and play with.
One day his father brought home a large
box, which he set upon a table, and
called John to see him open it. The top
was made to slide on and off; and when
Mr. Smith took this off, John saw three
rabbits among some hay, at the bottom.
They were white all over, with red eyes,
long ears, and short tails. John clapped
his hands, and danced for joy. Then he
touched the rabbits, and stroked their
soft, thick fur. He laughed to see them
run about in the box, and eat pieces of
cabbage from his father's hand. Mr.
Smith said he would make a pen for
them in the corner of the garden, where.
John could feed them himself.
These rabbits were very handsome.
They were also quite tame, and if taken
out of the pen, would run about the
house, and eat food from John's hand.
In the morning, when he carried them
cabbage, or turnips, they stood up on
their hind legs, as if begging for it.
Sometimes they, would chase each other
round and round; and again sit quietly,
chewing their food, with their long ears
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thrown back on their necks. It was rare
sport for John.
One day Mr. Smith brought a dead
rabbit home, to be cooked for dinner.
John saw that it did not look like the
one in the pen. It had large, brown
spots over its sides and back, and its
eyes were black instead of red. He
asked his father where such rabbits
came from. Mr. Smith said that they
were the wild ones, found in the woods,
and that they were stronger and more
healthy than the white rabbits. John's
father also told him, that these spotted
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rabbits were shot with guns, and brought
to the markets to be sold.
John kept his rabbits about three
months. One night a cat got jnxo the
pen, and killed them all. He cried very
much when he found they were dead;
but his father promised, that if he would
be a good boy, he would have some others
in no long time.
THE hedgehog is a small animal about
the size of a half grown kitten. It has
a long nose, and sharp, piercing eyes;
and its legs are so short, that when
walking, it seems to creep on the ground.
Its back is covered with sharp quills,
which stand out on every side, so that
the hedgehog cannot be handled, and
scarcely ever killed by any other animal.
It digs a hole for itself in the ground,
which it lines with moss, dried leaves,
bark, and wool. Here it lays up a store
of food, and also takes refuge if any
large animal pursues it. When winter
comes, it creeps to the farthest corner of
this hole, rolls itself into a ball, and
sleeps snugly till spring.
The hedgehog eats apples, nuts, ber-
ries, and insects. In the fall of the
year, when fruit is lying on the ground,
under the trees, this little animal enjoys
a plentiful harvest. He may be seen in
fine moonlight evenings, creeping along
hedges and fences, and moving up the
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fields toward the orchards. There he
eats some fruit, and then carries as much
as he can to his hole in the ground. If
a dog attacks him, he will roll himself
into a ball; and if the dog offers to bite,
he gets nothing for his trouble, but a
sore mouth. Sometimes the hedgehog
sits on the ground, and catches the in-
sects that fly around his head; and often
he may be seen among bushes, eating
the berries, or creeping about from one
bush to another, in the bright moonlight.
Hedgehogs are sometimes caught and
kept about houses. They soon become
tame, and will eat apples from a child's
hand. It will chase away mice, and
destroy all the roaches in a neighbor-
hood, however numerous they may have
been before. At night it sits on the door
step, looking at the moon, and catching
flies. If there be a tree in the garden,
the hedgehog loves to creep around it,
and dig under the roots. It will also dig
under flowers after worms and insects.
Hedgehogs are fond of water, and may
often be found beside creeks and ponds,
in the country. They are clean little
animals, very industrious in laying up
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their winter store, and so harmless that
they disturb nothing except a few gnats
and flies, or the apples that drop from
the farmer's trees, and which can well
THB LAZY MAN AND THE LARK.
I AM going to write a fable for you,
children. Perhaps, some of you do not
know what a fable is; but you must read
it first, and then I will tell you the mean-
ing of it. It may also be, that after
you have read this fable, you will find a
little story at the end which will help
you to understand it still better.
There was once a young man, whose
father left him a fine country seat, with
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many fields of grain. He had numerous
servants, horses and carriages, and could
amuse himself all day as he liked. But
he was a lazy man, neither working him-
self, nor overlooking his workmen. His
servants, therefore, did pretty much as
they pleased, and in a few months, every
thing about the country seat was in dis-
Harvest came. The fields waved with
yellow grain, and some of the farmers
told this lazy man, that if his servants
did not reap the grain, it would spoil.
He told them to go and reap-there were
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so many, that they could have cut down
all the grain in a day. It was very warm,
so the lazy man rode out into the fields,
and sat down under a shady hedge, with
an umbrella over him. Here he fell
asleep, and slept till morning.
Next morning, as the sun arose, he
was awakened by a bird, that flew in the
air over his head, singing sweetly. It
was a lark. The man was angry that it
had wakened him, and said:
"Why do you make that noise, silly
bird? And why do you tire yourself
flying in the air, when you might sleep
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on the ground for more than three long
It does not tire me to fly on this fine
morning," replied the lark. "I am
praising God, who made me to be happy;
and the higher I fly, the nearer I get to
Him. Besides, I am teaching my little
ones to fly; for if they do not learn be-
fore fall, the cold will kill them."
The man thought to himself: "This is
a very silly bird. Why don't he rest
himself this fine morning, instead of
flying so far, and making such a noise.
I will lie down again?" He stretched
himself, and went to sleep; and while
he slept, the reapers played and feasted.
Before noon a thunder storm arose, and
destroyed all the grain. The lazy man
lost all his harvests, whose value was
many hundred dollars.
This is the fable. I think I hear some
little boy asking if larks can speak. No,
children, they cannot; and these things
that I have been telling you about, never
happened exactly as you have read-
that is, the man did not speak to the
lark, and the lark to the man. But if
birds could speak, they would tell lazy
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people the same things as I have sup-
posed the lark told to the man; so you
see, that although the fable itself, is not
true, yet the words that the lark spake
are true, and are a lesson to all lazy
people. This is what we mean by a
fable-a story in which birds, and fishes,
and foxes, and little dogs, are supposed
to talk together, and give each other good
lessons; and if, instead of calling them
birds and foxes, you believe them to be
children, then the fables would all be
true, and would teach lessons that every
body ought to obey.
Now, what lesson does our fable teach?
This one-that laziness leads to poverty.
This is true, whether larks can speak or
not. A man may possess a great fortune,
but if he is too lazy to pay attention to
it, he will soon find it slipping from his
grasp. A young man may know a good
trade, and earn very high wages; but if
he loiters about during the greater part
of the time, he will never be able to save
any money for the time of old age. A
schoolboy may possess a great memory,
and be quick at learning; but if an idle
boy, he will be one of the poorest scholars
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in his class. I will now tell you a story
about an idle man. It happened just
as I am going to relate to you.
There was once a little boy, who was
very quick at learning lessons in school,
or in helping his father and mother in
small jobs about the house. Had he
been properly instructed at home, he
would, no doubt, have become a good
and useful man; for he was not natu-
rally idle or wicked. But his parents
allowed him to do pretty much as he
pleased; so that when school was out,
he lounged about the streets, or came
home to rock himself in a chair. Then
he neglected his lessons; so that from
being the best scholar in the class, he
became the worst. After leaving school,
he was not placed at a trade, but spent
his time roaming along the wharfs, or
lounging for hours in beer shops, and
engine houses. There he soon learned
to swear, play dice, drink beer, despise
his parents, and finally to steal. Now,
his father became alarmed, and tried to
keep him in the house; but the boy
laughed at him, and sometimes staid out
all night. By the time he was seven-
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teen years old, he practised all kinds of
wickedness. Through the day he would
sleep in taverns, sheds, stables, and
similar places; and at night go out to
rob, gamble, and drink rum, with wicked
company. When his father attempted
to keep him in the house, this young
man either laughed at him, or struck
him; and once he knocked his mother
down, with a blow of his fist, from which
she was nearly a year recovering.
Soon after this he joined a gang of
'thieves, who committed many robberies
in, and around the city. Several of them
were caught-he being among them. He
was tried, found guilty, and sent to
prison for two years and a half. His
mother often came to his cell, wringing
her hands, and begging him to change
his course of life; but he laughed at her,
saying that he would have his revenge
on those who had placed him there.
When released from prison, he was
nearly twenty. He was as bad as ever.
One day, a man who had told about his
robbing houses, was missing. Not long
after, his dead body was found in the
river. People said, that he had been
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murdered by this bad young man. Offi-
cers were sent to hunt for him; but he
had left the city, and gone--no one
knew where. In about two months, his
father received a letter, stating that his
son had gone on a voyage to sea, to catch
whales, and that he never intended to
come back. Years rolled away, the
father died, and she who had been beaten
and wounded by her own boy, watched
and wept for him, day and night. She
hoped that he would at least send her a
letter. After many years one came-not
.mom him, but from one who had known
her when a girl. It stated, that he and
some others, had changed about from
one vessel to another, until at last they
rose against their captain and his crew,
and murdered them. This was the last
she ever heard of him; but afterwards
news came of some men who had been
taken at sea, after killing the crew of
their vessel; and that they had been
hung on a little unknown island, far
away, in the great Pacific ocean. Some
thought that the idle boy who struck his
mother, was one of them. None knew.
See what laziness leads to. This boy
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was not naturally lazy; but he had
learned to be: and then laziness led him
to neglect his lessons, to despise his
parents, to refuse working, to drink, to
gamble, to steal, to murder.
THE LAZY BOY.
TH TORMENTED OWL.
THE TORMENTED OWL.
DID you ever see an owl? Some of
you have, I know, and perhaps, a few
have not. Here is a very fine picture
of one. There are many kinds of owls.
Some are as small as a pigeon, others
much larger than a chicken. One kind
of owl is a pure white color; another red
or brown; others spotted, or barred with
different colors. Most owls have ears,
which are long tufts of feathers standing
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out on each side the head. The owl in
the picture has no ears. They have large
eyes, strong claws, and soft, thick fea-
thers, so that when flying through the
air, they make little or no noise.
Owls eat rats, mi(e, frogs, and small
birds. As they cannot see when the sun
is shining, they remain quiet all day,
either in thick woods, in an old tree, or
among the straw in the roof of a barn.
But soon as evening comes, they fly out
quietly, and sail up and down, over fields
and barn yards, ready to snap up every
mouse, frog, or little bird, that they see.
Sometimes the owl takes a chicken from
the roost, or snatches a gosling from
under its mother's wings. Then he flies
to his hole in the tree, and makes a meal
off of what he has caught.
When the owl flies about seeking prey,
he is silent; but when sitting on a tree,
he makes a loud noise, which many peo-
ple think very disagreeable. All owls
do not make exactly the same noise.
The tones of the screech owl are long
and mournful, not much like any sound
that you ever heard. They seem dismal
at night, when every thing else is still.
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The common owl also makes a dismal
noise. Many persons are afraid to hear
an owl scream. They believe that he
comes to foretell the death of some per-
son in any house that he flies over. All
this is nonsense. The owl is a sober,
harmless bird, and injures no body, ex-
cept the farmei now and then, by steal-
ing a chicken. But then he clears the
barn of rats and mice, and thus fully
atones for all his mischief as a chicken
You see a number of little birds in the
picture, flying around the owl. Perhaps,
you wonder why he does not eat them.
You shall know. You remember that
owls cannot see in daylight, so they have
to stay in dark places, waiting until sun-
set. But sometimes an owl, either by
losing his way, or some other misfortune,
does not reach his home before morning,
and so has to take shelter in the first
dark place he can find. Here he is often
seen by the little birds. They know he
cannot know them in daylight, so they
collect in flocks, flying round and round
his head, striking him with their bills,
and tormenting him in many different
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ways. The poor owl shuffles about,
snaps his bill, winks his great eyes, and
tries to catch his tormentors. But' they
attack him more fiercely than ever,
screaming with delight, and trying to
strike out his eyes. The owl, blinded by
the sun, and smarting with pain, moves
his wings to keep them off, and some-
times hides his head under one of them.
The small birds will sometimes torment
him in this manner for a whole day.
This is what the birds in the picture are
But if any of them remain until even-
ing, he makes them pay very dearly for
their fun. Soon as the sun has set, and
twilight falls around, he raises his head
from his wing, utters his shrill cry, and
darting from the spot where he has been
so long abused, he scatters the birds on
every side, striking some to the ground,
and tearing others to pieces with his
long claws. Then the ones who were so
merry before, scream with fear and
agony. They would gladly run into the
smallest corner, or hide in a hole of the
ground. But now it is the owl's turn to
be merry. Not being able to see very
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well in the dark, they flutter about from
one place to another, uttering cries of
distress; the owl following, killing one
after another, at a blow, and tearing
some with his bill and claws.
Owls are sometimes caught and kept
in cages. They are very dull through
the day; but at night, if let out into the
room, they fly briskly about, and will
watch for hours to catch any rat or
mouse, that may be peeping from its
hole. An owl will soon clear a house of
these troublesome vermin.
WILLIAM ROSE was a small boy allbut
six years old. He had a sister named
Jane, three years younger than himself.
Mr. Rose lived in the country, so that
these children had not many books, and
toys, and new clothes, as children in
town have. Neither did they often get
candies, and cakes; nor see fine shows,
and beautiful pictures in windows, and
handsome carriages, and ships sailing
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up and down the river. Yet they were
happy children. As they never saw all
the fine things I have mentioned, they
difT not wish for them; but could play
about the farm house, or the garden, all
day without getting tired, or troubling
their mother, except to give them dinner.
They were also good children, minding
what was said to them; so, although
they had no one to play with but them-
selves, yet they did not become tired and
fretful, as many boys and girls do, who
have every thing that can be got for
When William had learned to read
pretty well, his father one day brought
him a book from town. It had a red
cover and gilt edges, with many pretty
pictures of houses, animals, and children.
One picture showed a dog, drawing a
little girl in a coach. Jane was pleased
with this picture. She asked her father
if he would some day buy her a coach to
ride in, and a dog to be her horse. Mr.
Rose said, that if she continued to be a
good girl, perhaps, he might. The chil-
dren took much care of this book, wrap-
ping it up, and putting it away carefully,
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whenever they were done with it. Wil-
liam was soon able to read it through;
and it taught him a great deal about
birds, and beasts, and cities of which he
had never before heard.
Mr. Rose determined to buy Jane a
coach and dog. One day, after he had
been to town, the children saw his wagon
coming up the road, and ran to meet it.
Mr. Rose soon stopped and jumped out.
Then he called, "Carlo," and a big dog
stood up in the wagon, wagged his tail,
and at last leaped to the ground. Jane
and William were frightened; but their
father told them, that this was to be
their horse; and while saying so, he
took a coach out of the wagon, and set
it down. The children clapped their
hands, and the little girl ran toward the
house to find her mother. When Mrs.
Rose saw the coach and the dog, she
smiled, and said that now her little girl
would have many a ride.
Carlo was a noble dog. He had been
trained up among children, and was
never known to bite them. Twice he
had saved the lives of boys who fell over-
board. As he had drawn coaches from
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the time that he was quite small, he
knew all about it-when to walk, when
to trot, and how to please the children
who drove him. He would also carry
his master's dinner in a basket; and
when the children took a walk, he was
along side to guard them from harm.
But if strange dogs barked at any one
he was guarding, he would drive them
away, for he was strong and courageous.
Jane wanted Carlo to be harnessed at
once, but Mr. Rose said that the dog was
tired, and must have some rest. Jane
did not cry as some little girls would
have done, but with her brother, sat
down to pat Carlo, and talk with him.
At first he was a little shy; after a while
he licked the children's hands, and lay
down at' their feet. They were busy
with him the whole afternoon, and during
supper could talk of nothing else. In
the evening he was allowed to come in
the hose, and sit on a rug by the
hearth; and Jane begged hard that he
might be kept in the room all night.
But Mr. Rose would not allow this, so
that Carlo had to sleep out of doors.
Next day the dog was harnessed to the
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coach, and Jane put in. William led
them down the garden path, and round
the field behind the house, while his
sister clapped her hands and laughed, to
feel the gentle motion of her coach. All
the morning the kind animal drew his
little mistress from one place to another,
wagging his tail, and looking up 'n Wil-
liam's face, as though wishing o speak
to him. At dinner time Carlo was re-
leased, and allowed to run about the
Every day the little girlrode in her
coach, with William by her side; and
sometimes her brother mounted Carlo's
back, and was carried by him a good
distance. Much care was taken of Carlo.
Mr. Rose made a house for him, and he
was fed every day with meat, and such
vegetables as he would eat. No one was
allowed to beat or abuse him, and he was
permitted to run about where he chose,
and to swim the great mill pond, at some
distance from the house. Sometimes he
carried Mr. Rose's dinner from the house
to the mill, or the fields; and in the
evenings, the children were taken by
their father to see Carlo jump in the
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water after the sticks and canes that
were thrown in.
How happy must these children have
been with so good a dog. He was their
play-fellow every day, and with him they
were too happy to wish for toys, or cakes,
or nuts, or the thousand other things
that children in town cry about. But a
change came over the little ones-a sad
and mournful change, which I will now
tell you about.
When Jane was rather more than five
years old, she came home one day, and
said that her head pained her. Her
mother bathed it with camphor, and put
her to bed. When Mr. Rose came home,
Jane was worse; and next morning her
face and hands were burning hot, while
her eyes rolled wildly about the room.
Her father went in haste for a doctor;
and until he came, Mrs. Rose sat beside
Jane, bathing her forehead and temples
with cold water.
When Mr. Steel, the doctor came, he
said that Jane had the nervous fever, and
would have to be kept very quiet. She
was laid upon the little bed, where she
and William slept together; the room
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was darkened, and every person who
passed in or out, walked on tiptoe.
Scarcely any thing was given her to eat;
and pieces of ice were placed around her
head to reduce the fever.
This did not make her better. The
fever became so violent that Mrs. Rose
could scarcely touch her. She rolled
about, and flung her arms up and down,
and at last grew delirious. You know,
children, what that means. Delirious
people do not know any one around
them, but speak and act as though they
were in another world. Little Jane did
not know her father, her mother, or Wil-
liam. She talked, and laughed, and
sung; but all without knowing why, and
in so sad a voice, that those who heard
her could not help crying. Sometimes
she spoke of Carlo, and said that she
would ride to town on his head; then
she asked if her father might be put in
the wagon, and driven over the hills.
At other times she pointed to the ceil-
ing, saying, there were snakes there,
flying on balls of fire. Her mother sat
by her weeping; and William covered
his face with the bed clothes, for he was
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afraid. Dr. Steel did all he could to re-
duce the fever, but Jane did not get
During this time, where was Carlo?
Poor Carlo! He missed his little mis-
tress, and all the first day he sat by his
house in the yard, looking wishfully to-
ward Mr. Rose's door. Every time it
opened, he jumped up and wagged his
tail, thinking it was Jane, then he would
sit down again, sad and quiet as before.
Next evening he came to the door, and
scratched to be let in. Mr. Rose drove
him away; but he came again, and then
was tied in his house; but now he began
to howl. Mr. Rose tried to quiet him;
but he howled so loud, that Jane heard
him, and clapped her hands as though
she knew it was her dog. He had to be
untied, and let into the house. He seemed
to know that Jane was sick, for he ran
up stairs, and scratched at the door until
it was opened. No sooner had he got
into the room where his mistress was
lying, than he lay down quietly by the
bed side, and neither whined nor howled
all night. Sometimes he looked up, and
seemed to be listening to Jane, but he
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made no noise, nor would he stir from
the place where he lay.
On the evening of the fourth day, Jane
came to her right mind. She was very
weak, but she spoke to her father and
mother, and bade them good bye. Her
mother kissed the little girl again and
again, holding Jane's hand in her own,
and bending over her. William wrung
his hands, and wept bitterly. Carlo knew
her voice. He jumped up, wagged his
tail, and listened. By and by, he put
his fore paws on the bed side, and peeped
over. Then Mr. Rose could scarcely hinder
him from jumping in bed. He whined,
bent forward, and crept more and more
close. Jane knew the dog, and stretched
out her thin hand toward him. He licked
it all over, rubbing his head on it. Mr.
Rose told him to lie down, and he did so.
Two hours afterward, Jane died.
I will not tell you much about the
funeral, children. The little girl who
had died so young and so happy, was
buried in the village church yard. Many
children, who had seen her now and
then, and knew what a sweet girl she
was, stood by when her coffin was low-
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ered into the grave. Afterwards these
children brought sods, and bright flowers
to plant on the spot; and a small stone,
with the name of Jane carved on it,
stands over her head. And was Carlo
near when his little mistress was buried?
No. He had been tied in his house.
Poor dog! All day the farmers heard
him howling, and whining, or barking
as if thieves were breaking through the
farm house. When Mr. Rose came to
let him out, he perceived that he had not
eaten any of the food which had been
left for him. He appeared sick, and as
soon as he was untied, ran away as fast
as he could. When called, he did not
stop, but continued running until he was
out of sight.
Next day was Sunday. Mr. Rose had
hoped that Carlo would come back that
morning; but seeing he did not, he
thought the dog had run off. That after-
noon he went with Mrs. Rose and William,
to visit Jane's grave. As they looked
toward it from the grave yard gate, they
saw something lying over it. With slow,
sad steps, they walked up the path, and
when near Jane's grave, again looked at
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the object lying over it. It was Carlo.
None knew how he had found the grave
-whether he had tracked Mr. Rose's
footsteps by the scent, or perceived that
Jane had been buried, because her grave
was newly made. But there he lay,
whining piteously, with his hair rough
and soiled. Seeing Mr. Rose, he jumped
up, and run around two or three times,
then lay down again.
When Mr. and Mrs. Rose were about
to leave, they tried to make Carlo come
with them. He would not, and they re-
turned to the house. Some food was
sent to him that night, and he ate a
little. He remained at the grave two
days. On Tuesday morning he came
back for a short time, looking thin and
sickly; but soon after returned to the
grave yard. Every night he could be
heard howling; and when any one tried
to coax him away, he couched low, and
covered his eyes with his paws. At last
he staid there night and day, eating no
food, and whining all the time. Some
men wanted Mr. Rose to shoot him; but
he would not listen to such a thing.
Carlo starved to death on little Jane's
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grave. The coach that he used to trot
so briskly with, was put away. William
grew up sad and lonely, seeming like a
different child. All who saw him, be-
lieved that his thoughts, day and night,
were about the little one with whom he
he had once been so happy.
HERE is a picture of a boy who has
been throwing stones at swans. This is
cruel sport; for he might kill one of the
cygnets, or little swans, very easily. It
is also dangerous; for you must know,
children, that one of the old swans could
break his arm, and perhaps, kill him
with a stroke of its wing. You perceive
that the old bird is chasing him. It is
to be hoped, that if he escapes from it,
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he will take warning, not to disturb it
The swan is a large, handsome bird,
shaped a little like a goose, but more
slender and elegant. Its beauty does
not consist in handsome colors, like
those of the jay or oriole; nor in a neat,
active form, like the humming bird's.
On the ground, its legs are so short, and
its neck so long, that it looks rather
'ugly. It is in the water that it appears
handsome. There it glides along almost
without an effort, bending its neck in a
graceful manner, or smoothing its soft
feathers with its bill. Its color is pure
white, and it seems to take pride in
keeping itself clean.
The swan can easily be tamed. Then
it will eat out of a child's hand, and sail
for hours in any pond of water that may
be near its keeper's house. It lives a
long time-some say for a hundred years.
It is gentle and playful, when not dis-
turbed; but if made angry, or if its
young ones be injured, it will fly at dogs,
hawks, and even man. One stroke of a
swan's wing will break a man's arm.
In many parts of this country, wild
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swans are found. These are rather grey
than white, and fly in flocks. Their cry
is loud and shrill, like a trumpet, and
may be heard many miles along the
rocks and rivers, where they fly. These
birds remain in the cold parts of our
country during summer; but in the fall,
fly to warmer climates. At such times
they have a leader whom all the others
follow; and they move in long lines,
without the least confusion. While
passing along mountains, they are often
attacked by eagles, which destroy num-
bers of them.