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E3rsZ seoording to Act of Congaw in the yoa 1800, by
ia the Clrk's OfM of the District Court for the Sosm
District of Ne York.



Tins book has been written for small chil-
dren, who are able to read pretty well in wwd
of two or three syllables. It will b d to
contain much useful information a i rds,
fishes, and other animals, which, though ~Ua i
dant in our fields during the summer, are na
often seen by children whose lives are mostly,

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are interspersed through its pages, in order to
convey additional instruction, in a form usually
more pleasing to children than description. It
is believed that the style as well as the subjects
of the book, is adapted to the capacity of the
youthful mind; while the numerous cuts, all
relating strictly to portions of the text, cannot
fail to deepen the impression produced by its
perusal. Above all, care has been taken that
the child, to the full extent of his yet unde-
veloped intellect, should be taught to read in
the works of nature, proofs of the being, wis-
dom, and goodness of God.



I oNo knew a little boy named George
Green. I want you to remember his
name, children, for I am going to tell you
a great deal about him. From the time
that he learned to speak, he was always
kind and gentle, so that his father and
mother, and their friends, thought he
would become a good and great man. I
never heard that he cried an hour or a
more after his sister's" doll, nor struck at
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people when they took from him what
he ought not to have had, nor sat pout-
ing at the table, if his mother would not
let him eat what she' knew would make
him sick. A good child does not apt in
this manner. Nor did he catch and kill
flies; for he had been told that flies and
other animals, can feel pain as well as
boys can, and that it is sinful to hurt
them, merely out of sport. He loved to
sit by his mother, and hear her sing, or
talk to him; and if she was not busy, he
would ask her about a number of things
which he heard or saw around him, but


which he was too young to know much
about, unless some one explained them
to him. His father had told him, that
one great Being, whom no body could
see, had-made all trees, and flowers, and
animals, and the great sky above us;
and George loved to look out at night
upon the still fields, on which the moon
shone brightly, and at the stars which
twinkle on, niglb after night, and year
after year, without ever growing dim or
tired. Then he would think of the great
Being who made all these wonderful '
things, until it seemed that a low vom


within mm was wlnspermg, that he must
love such a Being, and pray to Him
every day to be made wiser and better.
So George Green was a good little boy,
and was loved by every one who knew
George Green's father lived in a large
city, where there were great stores, and
halls, and museums, and gardens, and
other fine sights. Butt the time I am
writing about, George had not seen many
of these things, because he was too young
to be taken to them. Nor was he per-
mitted to go into the street very far; for


once he had been lost, and was taken to
a strange house, where he had to stay
all night. After that day he was kept
at home with his mother nearly all the
time. She taught him to read, and let
him look at some fine large books of
hers, which were full of painted pictures.
She knew that George would take great
care not to tear them. One book had
pictures of animals in it. George was
very fond of looking at it, and his mother
spread it out on the table before him, for
it was too heavy for him to hold upon
his lap. George asked many questions


of his mother, and thus learned about
each animal. He knew more than most
boys of his age, about lions, camels, and
deer, and bears, and snakes, and sharks,
and whales. By taking notice of every
thing around him, and asking questions,
he soon learned more than those who
were much older, and had besides, been
to school for two or three years.
George's father loved to encourage his
little boy, so he bought him a stick horse
to run about with; and when George
grew a little older, his father bought him
a rocking horse. These pleased the little


boy very much. When the sun shone
warmly, he would gallop about the gar-
den on his stick horse; but if it rained,
he staid in the house, and his mother
rocked him on the hobby horse. It was
rather high for him; so he never got on
it unless some older person was near.
So with his horses, and his books, and
while talking to his mother, George
passed his time much more happily than
if he had run every day through the
When George was a little more than
five years old, his father promised. that


ie would take him to his uncle John's,
n the country. It was then summer-
he month of June; the sun was warm
md bright, and the days were as long as
hey would be during the whole year.
)h how glad George was to hear that he
ras to go where there were wide fields,
ad handsome birds, and tall grass to
un among. All day he could talk of
nothing but the country; and his heart
oeat quick with joy when he thought of
he fine things he would see. He was
o go in a week; but the days seemed to
iass away very slowly, and often he


would leave his play, to come to his
mother, and ask how soon it would be
night. He did not play any longer with
his hobby horse, but used to walk up
and down the house and the garden,
wishing for the week to pass. At last
his mother told him that it was wrong
to wish for time to move faster, since the
Being, who made all things, knew well
how to make every thing move in its
proper order, and in exactly the right
But at last the week rolled away. The
night before George was to start, he could


scarcely sleep, so full was he of thought
about his journey. In the morning he
was up and dressed before sunrise-
which, you know, is very early on sum.
mer mornings. His father smiled whei
he found that George was out of bed
before him. He said, "Do not hurry,
my son, for we shall not get to uncle
John's any sooner." But George could
not listen to any thing that morning.
After he had been washed, and had his
hair combed, he sat down with the family
to breakfast. He did not eat half so
much as usual; but when his mother


asked him if he had enough, he said,
"yes." I do not suppose he told what
was not true; for he was in such joy at
the thought of riding in a carriage, that
he did not feel hungry. But his father
would not allow him to rise from the
table until he had eaten more. As soon
as breakfast was over, George dragged a
chair to the window, climbed into it, and
began to look up and down the street for
ancle John's carriage. His father knew
it would not come for two hours; but he
said nothing, because he wanted to teach
George a useful lesson. Whenever a car-


riage came near, poor George thought it
was his uncle's, and his little heart beat
with joy. When it rolled by without
stopping, he was very still, waiting for
another. But at last he grew tired and
fretful; and when a few more had passed
on, George's patience gave way, and the
tears came to his eyes. At last he got
down from the chair, ran to his father,
and burst into tears.
"What is the matter, George," said
Mr. Green, kindly
Uncle-uncle-John-won't come,"
he sobbed, and his face was flushed with


uncle was a very good man, and lived
an old fashioned house, about thii
miles from Athe city in which Mr. Gre
lived. He had three children, one alx
the age of George, one younger. No
of them had ever been to town. Uni
Jolb as a farmer, and had many fie]
of wheat, corn, vegetables, and gra
Beside orchards of apples, pears, ch<
ries, and peaches. Some of the woo
near his house, were of chestnut tre
and many other kinds of nut tre
but they had no nuts on when Geoz
Meant there. Uncle John kept seve:




cows; and out of their milk his butter
and cheese were made. He had also
ducks, chickens, sheep, and other useful
animals. -He ground his grain into
flour at a mill; and he had two large
stone barns, in which he stored his hay
and his grain, until he wanted to use
them. Uncle John was very fond of
children, and often gave the boys and
girls of poor parents, apples, or meal, or
new milk to carry home. When he came
to town he always bought something
good for Mr. Green's family, and for little
George, whom he loved very much.


. George's father was telling him all
these things, and George had forgotten
to listen for the carriage, when all at
once it stopped at the door. The little
boy could hardly believe that he had
been listening so long to his father-so
fast does time seem to go when we are
not waiting for it. Mr. Green carried
his son to the window, and, lo Uncle
John was just getting out. George
clapped his hands with joy; and his
father then hastened to the door to re-
ceive his guest. Uncle John did not stay
long; George was put in the carriage

Rith his father, and some good things for
leorge's little cousins. Then Uncle
Fohn got in; and soon the horses were
rotting away over the rough stones, and
,hen out of the noisy city, toward Uncle
Fohn's house.
I cannot tell you all that George saw
luring the ride. He had never been in
Ahe country before, so he was greatly
pleased with every thing around. But
[Jncle John's place was far off; they
were nearly eight hours reaching it; so
Lt last the little boy grew tired of seeing
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water. Then he laid his head on hii
father's arm, and fell asleep. He wai
asleep when Uncle John drove up to the
gate leading to his house. When the
carriage stopped, George's Aunt Mary
and three cousins came to see him-an-
when they saw he was asleep, each onm
wanted to carry him into the house.B*ui
he was too heavy for them altogether
Mr. Green was very glad to see the chil.
dren, and after he had laid George in hiU
aunt's arms, he took up the two smallest
of Uncle John's children, and carried
thAm intn thna hMna Aunnt MawIr warr

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to waken George, that he might get some
supper; but his father thought it bes
to carry him to bed. He did not waki
till morning. By and by, Uncle Jolu
came in, and then they all sat down ti
a nice meal, which George's aunt ha
taken care to have ready in time.
When George awoke in the morning
he did not know where he was, nor wha
to think of the strange objects aroum
him. At last his aunt came to his bec
side, and when she saw he was awake
spoke to him kindly, and kissed him
George had never seen her before; a


first he was afraid; but at last he let
her dress him, and take him down stairs.
There his father, and uncle, and the chil-
dren, were waiting for him. He soon
began to feel at home, and ate breakfast
with a good appetite, for he was very
hungry. While eating, he could hear the
birds sing by the window, and see the
honeysuckles running along the arbor,
and the clear, blue sky, brighter than
ever it seemed in town, and he thought
within himself, that Uncle John's house
was the most beautiful one in the world.
Every thing he ate tasted better than


similar things at home; and he wished
that his mother were with him, so that
they need never again go to town.
After breakfast, George and his two
oldest cousins were allowed to walk by
themselves in the garden. George thought
that he had never seen so fine a place
before; and, indeed, Uncle John had
spared no pains to make his garden very
beautiful. A little white gate opened
into it. from which a fine, broad path
led the whole way through, and many
smaller paths crossed this, and ran to
all parts of the garden. Beds contain-



were on each side of the walks; and
when George looked down the main path
he could not see to the end of it. The
sun was shining on roses, and lilies, and
pinks, and a thousand little birds were
singing from the bushes, and fine butter-
flies, with gay painted wings, were flut-
tering about from flower to flower.
Honeysuckles and sweet-briar, ran all
along the white fence, and a delicious
fragrance from vines and flowers, filled
the air around. As the little boys walked
along, they saw the dew glittering in the

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George was glad to see the pigeons
He had often seen them flying by hii
father's house, and wished that he could
be near enough to see exactly how the3
looked. Now he could come so near thai
he peeped into their houses, and watched
all their motions. Henry told him a
great deal about them, and showed him
two that Uncle John had given him fo]
his own.
What do you do with pigeons ?" askec
Sometimes we sell them," said Henry
" annd nnw and than w An t rna "



"Are pigeons good to eat?" said his
"Yes," replied Henry; "they are more
tender than beef, and mother makes soup
out of one whenever any of us are sick."
"Do they grow as big as chickens,"
asked George. Henry laughed, and said,
No, they never grow larger than that
blue one, you see standing on the little
outhouse, yonder."
George wished that he could have a
large yard, and pigeons to keep, so that
he might often watch them going in and
out of their houses, and be near enough


to see their bright colors change as they
moved themselves about in the sun. But
now the children heard George's aunt
calling to them from the house; and as
they were good boys, they hurried through
the yard, and to the piazza, where Aunt
Mary was standing. She was holding
something in her hand, which looked
clear, like candy, but had a number of
holes in it. She held it up, and asked
George if he knew what it was. The
little boy said he did not
"It is a honey-comb," said his aunt,
"and I will give it to you to look at;

md now tell me who you think made
George had seen pictures of bees in
his mother's books at home; he had also
tasted honey, but not while it was in the
)omb. He. had been told what it was
that made honey, and if his father had
asked him, he would have answered cor-
rectly. But at the moment when his
aunt asked him, he stood a while to think.
At last he looked up, and said, "Did
Uncle John make it, Aunt?"
Henry and his brother Charles, both



was vry rude to laugh at their litfl
cousin, when he had answered as we]
as he could. George hung his head, an
said no more, till his aunt told him tha
honey-comb was made by bees. Georg
smiled then, and looked gla4; for he re
membered all the pictures of bees, tha
he had seen in his mother's book a
home. So he looked in his aunt's face
and said,
'Mother told me that bees madi
Shoney; but the honey that we have oi
the table, is not like this. I cannot take
it in my hand, and it is very good to eat

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"Did you ever read the story of the
.bear and the bees, George," qked Henry.
George answered that he had not. Then
Henry told him that he had read in his
book of fables of a bear, which' was so
greedy of honey, that he broke into a
garden where bee-hives were, and after
upsetting them, began to eat the honey.
But the bees flew about him in swarms,
and stung him so badly, that he had to
run away blind, and almost dead.
"Was it true ?" asked George.
I do not suppose it happened exactly
as the fable book says," replied his



;ulBi -U, u ueare mlgui upwee a mve
f they could get a chance to do so. But
father says, that this story was written
to show that we ought not to meddle
with things that are not our own."
George now thanked his aunt, and put
a piece of the honey-comb into his mouth.
Be thought that he had never tasted any
thing so sweet. While he was eating it,
his aunt told him he might go with
Henry through the pigeon yard, and out
of a gate into a small lane that led to
one of Uncle John's stone barns. Here
he would find Uncle John and his father,


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the country. George set off in high
spirits, with his cousin, running with him
through the pigeon yard, and out of the
gate which opened toward the barn.
Then they stopped to take breath, and
eat their honey; for Aunt Mary had
given each of them a piece. George had
a great deal to ask his cousin; so he
walked slowly down the lane, and soon
began his questions.
Harry, aunt says that bees make all
the cells in this honey-comb; and mother
told me that they make honey from

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powers. How can they cut this wax so
smooth and even, and have all the cells
alike ?"
"They do it with their feet and their
mouths," Henry answered. "Did you
ever see bees at work in a hive ?'
"No," said George; "but I wish I
could. For I can't see how they can
make cells. How do they get them all
)f the same size ?"
'Father can tell you more about it
than I can," Henry replied; "but I know
me thing. God made the bees and the
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to form their cells. He made the bird
too, and they build nests as wonderfi
as these cells.'
George thought this was very strange
He had seen pictures of birds' nests, bi
he did not know much about them. E
he asked Henry what they were mad
out of, and how big they were.
"They are made (said Henry,) out c
hay, and hair, and wooL Some are a
small as the hollow of your hand, an
others as big as your hat"
"But how can they stand, Harry, i
thev are built only of hav ?"


Iney no noi swam aW an, muweteu
his cousin. "The birds hang them on
branches of trees, or among bushes. You
will see a bird's nest one of these days,
Just at this moment, Uncle John and
Mr. Green, came out of the barn, and
began to walk up the lane toward the
two boys. "Now," said Henry, "for a
race,"-and he and George ran as fast
as they could toward their fathers. They
soon came up to them, when Uncle John
lifted little George, in his arms, and held
him high up, that he might see te omun


;ry. Mr. Green then told George, that
ie was going to take a walk with him,
mnd Uncle John said, that Henry might
go along. He took each of the boys by
the hand, while Uncle John walked up
;o the house, in order to attend to some
After they had walked around the
Darn, and out into a meadow, they came
o a fine pond of water, as clear and
bright as glass. Thick bushes, and
reeds, and water-lilies, were growing
dong the edge, and many beautiful
dishes could be seen gliding along, be-

iat George I

iome bushes, and stop


about in a very graceful manner. Thoug
so large, it moved on the water without
any noise, and its smooth, white feather
seemed hardly wet. At first, Georg
drew back, for he was afraid; but hi
father told him to be quiet, for it woul
not hurt him.
"Tell him what it is, Henry," said M
"It is a swan, George," said Henr.
"it will not hurt you; but if you hol
brain your hand, and call, 'swa]
swam,' it will sail up, and eat from yot
hand. Then it looks in your face f(


more. See how it turns the side of its
head toward us, as though listening to
what we say."
When George heard these words, he
was no longer afraid of the swan; but
said, "I wish I had some bread, so that
I could give to it." Henry felt in his
pockets, and found some grains of corn,
which he gave to his cousin, for the
swan. Mr. Green then let son to the
water's sedge, and told hi to beiarra
not to fall in. The little boy 0pr
down, and holding out his hp6~ ir
"swan, swan." Then the sw saole

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slowly toward him; but when George
saw it so near, he was afraid, and again
drew back. His father told him that the
swan was hungry; and then George took
courage, and held out the corn until the
swan came near and ate it. The little
boy felt happy that he had mastered his
fear, and was pleased when his cousin
and his father told him he had done well
for so young a child.
After they had looked at the fishes,
and t&e swan, about half an hour, Mr.
Green said that they would walk on
further, and see some other parts of the



country. George had many questions
to ask about the swan; but while his
father was answering, something jumped
from the road before them into the grass.
George started back, but Henry told him
it was only a toad, and that he would
catch it for him to look at. Mr. Green
and his son laughed, as they saw Henry
running about among the grass, trying
to put his hands on the, toad, which, each
time, jumped away from him. But at
last he caught it, and brought it to his
cousin. He saw that it was of a grey
color, and dotted all over with p~all


pimples; that its eyes were small, and
very handsome, and its fore legs were
shaped a little like the arms of a child.
He also saw that it could draw a thin,
white film over its eye, without shutting
t. George was very much pleased with
,his little animal, and asked to have it
n his own hands. He felt that its skin
was cold and soft, and his father told
him, that he had better put it down, lest
he might hurt it. George did so; and
t hopped away in the grass. Mr. Green
told him, that some boys were very cruel
bo toads, and that some olde. persons


thought the toad was poisonous. This,
boys," said he, "is all wrong. The toad
is a harmless little creature, that hops
among grass and flowers, catching flies,
or looking with its cunning eye at any
body that passes along. I have read of
a lady who kept one of these little ani-
mals in her garden, for several years;
and when she came out in the evening
and called it, it would hop from its hole,
and eat its food fsom her hand. Toads
live many years; and some have been
kept for several months without any
food. and vet when let out of their nri-


son, they hopped about as lively as ever.
They often go into the water; and in the
winter time they sleep in the ground for
three or four months."
After they had walked a little further
on, Mr. Green thought that George must
be getting tired, and turned into a path
which led toward the house. As they
were passing along this, many grasshop-
pers and butterflies, flew around them,
and birds of handsome color darted from
one flower to another. Locusts and
crickets, filled the air with their merry
sounds, and the fields were decked with

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I been placed over this stream
en they came on it, Mr. Green sto]
it he might show George the f
ich were darting up and down,


so deep. His father pointed out to him
several different kinds, and told their
names. The sun fish had broad bodies,
speckled with green and yellow, and
strong fins running along their backs.
The roach was a narrow, round fish,
about as long as a man's finger. The
cat fish had a large, broad head, a soft
body without scales, white below, and
black above, and a wide mouth. The
perch was a long white fish, with shining
scales, and a narrow body. Mr. Green
Showed the boys all these and several
other kinds. Henry said that his father


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sometimes came to this creek to fish,
when they wanted fish for supper; but
he never caught them only to throw them
away again. "That is right," said his
uncle; "no one should take the life of
any thing merely out of sport. These
little fish are as happy, and enjoy them-
selves as well as we do; and I would
rather watch them swimming about so
nimbly, than to see them dragged from
the water with a hook in their mouth,
and then left to die on the ground."
While they were talking in this man-


water, which did not look like a fish. It
was broad, and nearly round, like a plate
turned upside down; and its back was
covered with yellow and red spots. Mr.
Green told the boys to be very still, and
watch it. By and by, it put its head
above the water, and George saw its
little eyes, which looked something like
the toad's. Then two very short, thick
legs appeared on each side, and the little
creature began to swim about, on the top
of the water. George was so glad at
seeing this, that he could be quiet no
more, but asked his father what it was.


"It is a tortoise," replied Mr. Green.
"This is called the water tortoise, be-
cause he lives in the water. The land
tortoise is found in the fields. But they
can both live either in water or on land.
What seems to be the back, is a very
hard shell, so hard that you could
scarcely break it with a stone. This
shell covers him allover, except the legs,
head, and tail; but these the tortoise can
draw inside, and then shut up his shell
This shell is not all of a piece, but divided
into plates, so that the tortoise can move

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it a little when he wants to shut him-
self in."
"See, see, father," said George, "it is
swimming under the bridge; and now I
see the hole in the shell, where its head
goes in."
"It will come from under the bridge
on the other side," Mr. Green replied;
"we will go to the other railing of the
, bridge, and see it swim out."
The two boys and Mr. Green, now
crossed to the other side of the bridge,
and watched for the tortoise. But it did
not come: and Georre's father tnld him


b it had either gone among the bushes
ig the water edge, or else sunk to the
tom, when it heard them talking
ether. They then walked over the
Ige, and continued walking in the
) leading to the house; but George
n cast a look behind, hoping that he
ht get another sight of the tortoise,
ch he thought more wonderful than
thing he had yet seen.
before the boys and Mr. Green could
:h Uncle John's house, they had to
a through a large gate, which opened '
Sa Rfii wh'ar anmam hart wam famL1


ing. This gate was fastened with bars,
and held by a latch, and while George's
father was lifting the bars, the little boy
peeped through the railings of the fence,
at the sheep. He felt a little afraid at
first; but when he saw his cousin pass
through, he was ashamed to show any
thing like fear; so he went through, too.
Just then, one of the sheep came running
r up to Henry, and put her head against
him, rubbing and turning round and
round, like a cat. By its side trotted a
little lamb, so brisk and playful, that
George was delighted. It cane up to



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him, and rubbed itself against his knee.
Then the little fellow stooped, and laid
his head on the lamb's back, and called
it his own little sheep. His father
laughed; and Henry told him, that this
lamb and its mother, were pet animals,
which he had trained to come to him,
whenever he was near them, and that he
always fed them himself George asked
his father how the sheep could learn *
all this.
"There is no animal, George," said Mr.
Green, "which may not be taught some-
thing. Sheep, and cows, and horse, and

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Logs, soon learn to know the person who
reats them well, and they will come to
ich a one sooner than they will to any
ody else. I have read of a dog which
oved its master so much, that it would
Lot eat food from any one else, and
rould howl and whine if he was away
rom it for a few hours. At last the
aan died: and then the poor dog would
lot eat any thing at all, but lay day and
light on its master's grave. Some per-
ons brought it home, and locked it in a
oom; but this was of no use; for the
log would eat nothing, and had to be let


out. It starved to death in the grave
yard. This shows how wrong it is to
use these dumb brutes cruelly; and had
Henry beat his sheep when it was a
lamb, or taken no notice of it, it would
not now run to meet him whenever he
opens the gate. You see, then, that even
the lower animal love those who are
kind to them; and this, boys, should
teach you a lesson, to be'kind not to
animals only, but to your own playmates,
and all you go witw for kindness is sure
of one day meeting its reward."
Rv t+hi tima th1av hiA ranAhwAl the


house. Uncle John was not there; but
Aunt Mary met them at the door, and
brought out chairs for them to sit on the
piazza, and look out on the fields. This
piazza, as I have told you before, was
very handsome. A neat railing went
round it, in every part, except just in
front of the door, whee you stepped off
on the ground; and many pretty vines,
with small flowers, twined themselves
along this railing. Over head was a
wooden arch, or shed supported by three
or four posts; and in front, thick honey-
suckle vines, ran up from the ground,

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and covered the shed. When one looked
through the opening in these vines,
which had been left for a door, he could
see far off into the country. In the
morning, the honeysuckles hung in clus-
ters, heavy with dew, and smelled very
sweet;'and bees, and other insects, came
with their cheerfuhum, to gather honey
from tli flowers.
When Mr. Green and the two boys had
seated themselves, little Charles came
out and climbed pon a stone bench,
which stood against the house. He
want-d nA h apr all that waa w anal Mr-


Green talked a long time about the
things they had seen in their morning's
walk, and of the flowers and trees which
they beheld around them. All at once,
George cried out:
"See, see, father, what a Mg bee-
what a humming it makes, and how
pretty its wings are. I never saw a bee
like that before." -
His father smiled, and said, "That is
a bird, George, and not a bee. Your
cousin, I dare say, can tell you what
name it goes by."
"We call it a humming bird, uncle."

henry looKea up at mrJ. ureen, ana saia,
"is that the right name?"
"Yes, Henry, that is right. And why
do you suppose it is called so?"
"I suppose because it makes that
hummig noise. Is not that the reason,
uncle "
"Yes, my dear boy," said Mr. Green,
"youWe right. That noise is made by
the bird's wings, as they flutter up and
down. See how swiftly it darts from
flower to flower, so that the eye can
scarcely follw it. It is because it flies
so swif*, that it makes the humming



noise. w nat ao you tllnm OI e numm,
ing bird, George ?"
"1 think it is a dear little bird," said
George, "I would like to have it in mj
7 "It is beautiful, too, uncle," saW Henry
"Yes," replied Mr. Green; "it is one
of the most handsome of birds. It if
also the smallest, and some people call
it the Bee Bird.' This is a pretty large
one, nearly as long as my thumb; but I
have seen them with bodies no larger
than a wild bee's, and wih wings so
thin as to look almost like me of a


butterfly. When a number of these
birds are darting from flower to flower,
)r balancing themselves upon their wings,
they present a most lively and beautiful
sight. Henry, do you know what humm-
ing birds eat ?"
"I suppose they eat honey, like the
)ees, uncle; for I see them here, morn-
ng and evening, dipping their heads in
he flowers, and flying from one bunch
of honeysuckles to another."
You are right," said his uncle; other
)irds In either on insects, seeds, fruit
berries, Wsmall animals; but this little


flutterer seems to be too delicate for such
coarse food. He lives on honey-the
pure juice of the honeysuckle and the
"Are they ever put in cages?" asked
I have read of a few which were kept
in the cage; but I believe that none of
them lived more than a few months. The
humming bird is too delicate to bear im-
prisonment. It is never in its proper
place, except among roses and honey-
suckles, on a beautiful morninmlike this.
I suppose, also, that if confine ent did


not injure this little animal, it would be
difficult to feed it during the winter. The
birds I have told you of, were fed on a
kind of paste, made chiefly of honey;
but they often appeared sick after they
had eaten it."
"See,-see," said George, "it is gone
How quick it flew I wish I could
chase it."
Mr. Green and Henry laughed. "It
would be a tiresome chase, my son, for a
little boy not six years old."
"Why could we not have a humming
bird in 1a cage, father. Mother would

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give it its breakfast and its supper, and
it would not die. Shall we have one,
father ?"
"Was your walk around the fields to-
day, very pleasant, George?" said Mr.
"Oh, yes sir," the little boy replied.
"It is so nice to see the trees, and flow-
ers, and the water, and that fine big
swan. And then the fishes darted about
so quick; and you know, Henry, what a
funny thing we saw in the creek. It lad
a hard name though. The walk was
Pleasant. father."


Mr. Green replied, "that funny thing
was a tortoise; you must try and re-
member the name, George. But now,
how would you like to be locked up in a
room by yourself, where you could only
look at these fine things, without ever
walking in the fields again?"
George looked up in his father's face
without speaking, for he did not know
what Mr. Green meant. At first, he
feared that his father was displeased;
but at last, he said slowly, "I would not
like that, father."
"Well Georre." said Mr. Green. "do


you not think, that it would be hard to
take the little humming bird from the
fields, and the flowers, and this sweet
smelling air, in order to shut him up in
a cage, where he would pine away and
die. He would be better, my child, in
his own snug nest." George had not
thought of this before; but now he said,
that he did not want to put the bird in
a cage.
"But, uncle," said Henry, "mother
has a Canary bird in a cage."
"It has never been out of a cage, I
suppose," said his uncle. "Canary birds


are not natives of this country-that is,
they are not found wild in our woods, or
fields. They are brought from islands
in the ocean, many miles from America;
and if those who have them in cages,
should turn them out, the birds would
probably die. If they could live here as
well as in their own country, I think it
would be better to let them fly away."
Mr. Green was now called away, and
the three boys were left to play by them-
selves, on the piazza. George had many
things to ask his cousin, and among
others, made him promise to show him

the Canary bird. George had seen Ca-
naries in cages; but as his mother did
not keep any, he had never been very
near to one. They played and talked
together until the bell rang for dinner.
George had never heard such a thing at
home; but Henry told him, that persons
who live in the country, almost always
ring a bell at dinner time, so that the
men who are working in the fields, or
the barns, may know that dinner hour
is come.
After dinner, Henry and Charles were
mft in a little rnnm hv tnhATnalvan +n

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study their lessons; for Henry went to
the village school, about a mile from
Uncle John's house, and Charles learned
lessons at home, which he recited tq hih
mother. This day they had been per
mitted to stay at home on account of
their cousin's visit. George remained
with his aunt during the greater part of
the afternoon; but an hour before sunset
he and Henry went with Mr. Green and
Uncle John, to take a walk. They en
tered a different road from the one thai
George's father had taken in the morn
ing, so that the little boy saw a number


of things that were new to him. In a
short time they were near a thick and
dark wood; and George was in astonish-
ment at the high trees, and the loud,
hollow noise that rolled from the dark
space within, whenever the wind blew.
He was glad to hear Uncle John say,
that they would not go in; for he felt
afraid at seeing such a gloomy place. As
they were walking around the edge of
the wood, George saw a number of hand-
some birds flying from tree to tree, and
hopping along the ground. He wished
very much to run after some of them,

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d to say

last, whe

as sure tna no oou
ruse it stood very s

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near enough, and then, making a gre
spring, tried to cover the ground whel
the bird was, with his apron. But tl
moment he jumped, the bird flew up ini
a tree. Poor George looked up with
sorrowful countenance, and said, Ah-
he's gone, uncle; if I had only jumped
a little aidobero I athMd. him." The
the little l .a e tolt father, hanl
ing down iS 1Wtik was very muc
ashameA". f~htj4lm said kindly
Never mind, George. It is not evei
little boy who can catch a bird, nor eve
set so near as von did. That treat ium

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was weu aone tor a little teuow lie you,
and I do not think that any of us could
have done better than you did."
George was a little comforted by these
words; but he could not help thinking,
that if he had crept a step further, he
could have caught the bird. They then
continued their walk round a corer of
te wood, and entered a path which led
through a fine meadow, in which cows
were feeding. Just at this moment,
something started from behind a stone,
lying beside this path, and gliding across,
disappeared in the grass.


There's a snake, George," said Henry,
"and what a big one. Last week I killed
a snake which had got into our cellar.
What was it called father?"
"That was a viper," said Uncle John.
"Its bite is poison, and I allowed you to
kill it, because it might have bitten you
or Charles. But this animal you have
just seen, is not a viper, but a bla#
snake. It grows to a great size, but is
not poisonous. It has been lying near
that stone to catch a toad, or a field
mouse, which it eats. Sometimes, too,
it catches birds. But look on that tree.

th, and tell m
[here were th

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you did catching the bird. The squirre
would be at the top of the tree before
could reach him. But if we are quiet
we may see him play and crack nuts.'
George watched them much delighted
but he could not help wishing, that he
had so pretty a creature to carry homi
to his mother. At last he said:
The country is better than the towi
There is nothing but houses in the city
and no fishes or squirrels."
Uncle John smiled at the little boy'l
impatience. He told him, that squirrel
were sometimes keDt in larre cases. ii



tme city, oln tnat tney ought not to be
handled, because they would bite most
severely. "You see," he added, "what
strong teeth they have; they can crack
the hardest nuts in a moment. How
would you feel, George, if your finger
was in a squirrel's mouth?"
"Do they often come down on the
ground?" asked George. His uncle told
him, that they might sometimes be seen
running on fences, or along the ground;
but that they liked better to be in the
trees. "Each squirrel," he said, "digw,
a hole for himself, either in the ground


or m the nolow branch ot a tree. Here
he makes a snug nest, and lays up a
store of food. When winter comes, he
goes into this nest, closes the mouth of
his hole, and rolls himself up snugly,
with his tail for a cover, and thus goes
to sleep; and we see no more of the
squirrel until spring."
The sun had now set, and Uncle John
said, that they must hurry home for sup-
per. George would have been willing to
lose his supper, if he could have heard
and seen more; but as he was a good
boy, he knew that his uncle should bt


obeyed. They walked up the lane much
faster than they had come from home,
the two boys keeping ahead, and every
now and then, running in the grass to
pull some handsome flower, or chase a
butterfly. A great many moths, with
large wings, were fluttering about, and
high in the air, the night-hawks had
begun to scream. The cool breeze of
evening swept delightfully over the mea-
dow, and every thing appeared so still
and solemn, that George felt as though
he were in a pleasing dream. They soon
reached a gate that led up from the mea-


dow to the spring house. When the3
reached this, George stopped a litth
while to look at the spring. Large stone
had been placed round it, and it wai
covered with boards to prevent any thin
from falling in, which might injure the
water. The stones were overgrown witt
moss, which was very thick, soft, and
beautiful. George pulled two or three
pieces to look at, and then the whole
party again walked toward the house,
They passed around Uncle John's second
barn, and up a pleasant little road to the
house. George's aunt was waiting fol

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them; and as soon as he saw her, he ran
ip, almost out of breath, and said,
"0, aunt, we have had such a nice
walk I We saw snakes, and squirrels,
md birds, and the woods, and big but-
rflies. I tried to catch a bird, aunt;
md, see, I have brought some flowers
'or you."
His aunt laughed, and said, "Thank
rou, George. But are you not tired ?"
"No, indeed, aunt. I wish you had
)een with us, to see the squirrels. I
wouldd have gone a good many miles
-rther. if Uncle John had not said that

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supper was ready," said the bright-eyed
His aunt again laughed, and said,
"You have been far enough to-night;
but now we will have supper, and you
shall sit by me, because you have brought
me such a nice bunch of flowers." Then
she took him by the hand, and led him
into the house, while Mr. Green followed,
leading Henry by the hand, and Uncle
John came next. When George sat down
at the table, he was really very hungry,
for his long walk had given him an ap-

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After supper, George and his two cou-
sins, went out upon the piazza, to play.
It was growing dark, and the bats were
flying about close to the ground, while
every now and then, owls could be heard
from the wood, where George had been.
But a still louder noise came from an-
other direction, and seemed to sound like
the rolling of a great number of stones
down the stairs. George asked Henry
what it was.
"They are frogs," said his cousin.
"They live in the pond which you saw
this morning. Every night they ome


out, and sit on stones, and croak as you
hear them."
"How do you mean, croak ?" asked
George, for he did not know what the
word croak meant.
"The noise you hear, is called croak-
ing," replied Henry; "if you were near
the pond, you could scarcely hear one
speak, for that loud noise."
"And do the fish croak, too," asked
George. His cousin laughed.
"No, George, fish do not make any
noise. They cannot come out of the
water as frogs do. In the day time the

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Igs e sun unuer Sones, ana among
the bushes; and in the winter time, we
hear nothing of them. Father says they
sleep all winter, in the mud, at the bot-
tom of the pond."
They must be very cold, Henry," said
George. If they are not fish, how can
they live in the water?'
Father will tell you all about it," said
his cousin. "He says that God made
the frogs, as well as larger animals, and
that he made them to live in the water.
It is as easy for them to live in the water
as it is for us to live on the ground."


The boys were now called m tor even-
ing prayer--for Uncle John always
prayed with his family, night and morn-
ing. After this was over, the children
were allowed to amuse themselves in
any manner they chose, for an hour:
after which, they were taken to bed.
George lay awake a good while, listen-
ing to the frogs, or talking with Henry;
but at last he fell asleep.
Thus passed his first day in the coun-
try. It would take a long time to tell
all the fine things that he saw during
the two weeks that Mr. Green staid at

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