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Title: In the prairie, and other stories
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Title: In the prairie, and other stories
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Creator: Cupples, George,
Publisher: T. Nelson & Sons,
Copyright Date: 1876
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Also uniform, price 16 cents each, with a Picture on every
page, bound in boards, with elegant colored design.


The Shepherd Boy. Grandpapa's Adventures.
Pretty Betty. Gerty.
Stores for the Winter. A Kind Friend.
The Happy Family. Hold Firm, Please.
The Pretty Mar-mo-set. The Cat and the Rat.
In the Prairie. Mary and her Doll.



Ho, ho Who is that laughing so loudly at my
clever little ape ? I rather think it was you,
Tommy. No, sir, this is not a monkey, but an
ape. Monkeys have tails, but apes have none;
and that, yoA will own, is a very great difference.
I am sure, if I had not so many other pictures to
show you, I could keep you for hours telling you
stories about the cleverness of monkeys and apes.
As I can only show you the pictures, and tell you
a very little about each, you had better ask
mamma or papa or nurse, to tell you any stories
they know, until you can read them for your-
selves in your picture-books. He is called some-
times Pug, and also Punchinello.

"Funny little Punchinello,
You really are a clever fellow."
(444) 2


THIS is Allister M'Allister. I daresay Jack Tar
would be very glad to see him, and dance to his
"Then to your pipes and blaw wi' birr;
We'll dance the Highland fling,"

says the old song; and I am sure Allister is doing
his very best, for not only is the leather bag full
of wind, but his cheeks are quite full too. He
must be the bagpiper of some great chief, for he
carries a flag at hic'pipes with his master's coat-of-
arms on it, and lie Iiy, two very fine eagle-feathers
in his cap. If we were out with him on the
heather hills, we should enjoy the music very
much; though, if he were in this room, I rather
fear we would be apt to cover our ears and cry out,
" Oh please, Mr. Allister M'Allister, do stop !"




A VERY different personage indeed, next presents
himself to our view-a North American Indian.
You may be very glad you are in this snug room,
and not in the backwoods just now, face to face
with such a stern-looking character. He is quite
ready to protect himself against any foe; and it is
greatly to be feared these arrows he has in his cap
are poisoned. Tommy is saying, I hear, that of
course, if we ventured into the country of such a
barbarian, we would have a gun with us, and if
the savage touched us we would fire at him. He
thinks, too, his shield would be of very little use
to him; but though Tommy may be right, I
greatly prefer to see a North American Indian by
the help of a Magic-Lantern than face to face.


I NEEDN'T tell you what this is, need I ? Oh
yes; there's baby! he, of course, never saw an
animal like this before. Well, baby, this is a
kangaroo; and if you had been a little Australian
baby, you would have seen this funny-looking
animal often. Kangaroos don't run along the
ground like other animals, but give great jumps;
and they jump so fast, that they often go faster
than men on horseback. People in Australia
hunt them down with the help of great dogs; and
when they are caught, the mother kangaroos are
often found with their little baby kangaroos
hidden away in their pockets or pouches. What
a funny idea, isn't it, to stuff their babies into
their pockets! How Tommy would laugh if he
saw mamma put you into her pocket!


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A VERY great personage indeed-the Pacha of
Egypt. They have no King Pharaoh now in
Egypt; but the Pacha is in place of him. I know
you have heard a great deal about Pharaoh, and
how he was lost in the Red Sea, with all his
splendid chariots and horses, and all his soldiers,.
while Moses and the Israelites got over safely.
Take a good look at the Pacha, then, for he is a
very great man indeed. His soldiers are coming
marching behind him, with banners flying, and
drums beating, and trumpets blowing, and the
people are falling down and touching the ground
with their foreheads as he passes along. He seems
to be a very kind-looking old man. The cap on
his head with the long tassel is called a "fez."


OH dear I knew this picture would be certain to
make you all laugh. What a funny style of dress!
Yes; but your great-great-grandmothers and grand-
fathers used to wear clothes made very much like
this. This picture shows some of the characters
we see in the pantomimes at the Christmas season.
Have you ever been to see a pantomime ? There
are plenty of funnily dressed figures, and lots of
fairies with silver and gold on their wings and
over their white gauzy dresses. There are goblins,
too, with very large heads; and there is usually a
bad ogre or a giant, who tries to carry off some-
body; but then, with so many fairies about, they
always manage to punish the bad giant, and never
allow the good children to be harmed.


MY Magic-Lantern has more about the pantomime
to show you, for, see it has turned out the very
principal character, and the one we like to see best
-Mr. Clown. Howwe do laugh at his funny tricks!
especially when he steals the fish out of the fish-
wife's basket, and then strikes the policeman with
it as he passes along. Look, he has just managed
to steal a fine fat goose from the poulterer's boy,
and a great roll of sausages from the butcher, and
he is trying to stuff them into his wide pockets
before any one sees. What is that I hear Tommy
saying--He should like to be a clown ? No, no,
Tommy; though we laugh at Mr. Clown's tricks
and funny faces, we cannot help thinking, You
get many a thump and knock, and your life is
rather a hard one, Mr. Clown."


REALLY, I had no idea my Lantern had so much
to show you connected with the pantomime. Of
course, you all know who this is Was that little
Maggie who said "No ? Well, little Maggie,
this is Har-le-quin, who can make himself invi-
sible by drawing down that black band over his
eyes. He goes dancing about, all of a glitter, for
his dress is covered with spangles that make him
shine all over. When his black band is over
his eyes, then Mr. Clown and his friend Mr. Pan-
taloon cannot see him-or fancy they cannot-
and many a sly slap Harlequin gives them on the
back with his wand. See that is poor Panta-
loon running away as fast as he can, having just
got a smart rap across the fingers.


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SHow you some more pictures of the pantomime.!
Well, this must be the last. It will not do to
have nothing but holiday pictures in my Magic-
Lantern, though there is a time for everything
under the sun. I must now introduce to your
notice pretty Col-um-bine. She is flitting about
the stage on the tips of her toes-now here, now
there, never quiet for one moment of time. It is
quite impossible to say where you will find her
next, for she thinks nothing of standing on Har-
lequin's hand, or even flying up to his shoulder at
times; and if any of you fancied she was a real
live fairy, it would not surprise me in the very
least. I must now lead you off to quite another


I HAVE just pulled out the first in this new box,
and I find it is a sea-fight. I hope our good
friend Jack Tar is not in one or other of the ships.
If he is, we all know he will do his duty and
never shrink, even though he has a wife and
several little children at home, anxiously looking
out for him to return, no doubt. Little Maggie
wishes there was no fighting required, and so do
I. It must be so dreadful to be in a ship when
the cannon-balls come flying through the sides,
making great holes so that the water can get in.
Tommy can tell us a great deal, I know, about
the new ships we have now, all covered over
with iron plates outside; but still, Tommy, the
cannon-balls can pierce the iron plates too.


You like to see foreign countries, do you Well,
here is a picture of the prairie, where the buffaloes
live. I think Katie there might favour us with
a song here; and if she were to sing "Rosalie,
the Prairie Flower," it would be very appro-
priate. I feel quite hoarse with speaking so
much, and should be glad of a rest.--"Every
one who knew her felt the gentle power of
Rosalie, the Prairie Flower." Thank you very
much, Miss Kate. "Music hath charms to soothe
the savage -breast," we are told, and I am very
glad I showed you this picture.-The prairie is
often on fire, and whole herds of buffaloes are
driven before it, along with wild cattle and other
animals. People, too, often lose their lives; and
the scene is very terrible.


IN foreign countries there are certainly many
wonderful things to be seen; but there are ter-
rible things too. Here is an idol made of wood
and stone, and here are a number of Indians wor-
shipping it; for this is their god. It is dreadful
to think they believe that this idol can save them.
It has such a senseless-looking face; but many
of their idols are made to look as ugly as they
possibly can, and often have many heads and
"Let us thank the goodness and the grace
Which on our birth has smiled,
And made each, in this Christian land,
A happy English child."



"HA, ha, ha Well, you may all laugh as you
please, and fancy this is a queer picture for a Magic-
Lantern. I only wish I could show you the crea-
ture that inhabited this scallop-shell-one of God's
most wonderful works. Isn't a creature with
ever so many eyes a wonderful thing ? If we had
seen it in the water, it no doubt would have had
ever so many long thin white threads peeping
from between its shells, waving hither and thither.
There are four rows of these pointed threads, and
on the end of many is a bright eye, glittering like
a gem. As the scallop is a great rover, it requires
these bright eyes to guard it from its enemies;
and when it sees any danger, it shuts itself in
very close. Have you ever made pretty pin-
cushions with scallop-shells?



HERE is the great Polar bear. Polar bears have
been known in this country for a long time, and
kings and queens have been proud to count them
among their possessions. The mother bear lies in
her snow-hut all the winter; and when she comes
out with her cubs, she takes very great care of
them. A gentleman once saw a mother bear and
her cubs on the ice, and his party ran after them,
when the poor bear, being afraid her cubs would
be caught, pushed them with all her might along
the ice. The young ones helped her as much as
they could, by standing sideways across her path,
so that she could push them with her nose.


THOUGH the lion is said to be the king of animals,
the elephant is certainly the biggest. Here is a
very fine specimen. Did you ever see anything
so strange as his great legs ? And yet, though
he is so clumsy-looking, he walks along quite
gently. The strangest thing about him is his
trunk. He can pick up a needle with it, or a
great log of wood. Elephants are very useful in
India; they carry great loads, and even build
walls. An elephant, in building a wall, did not
make it straight, and tried to hide the mistake
from his master by keeping his side close to it.
It was found out, however, and he was very
angry. But how would you like to have an
elephant for a nurse? I have heard of one
which used to look after his master's baby, and
kept it from crawling far away.


A NEST of young eagles, my little friends. Don't
they look very pretty and innocent! This seems
to be rather a snug nest; but sometimes I have
seen pictures of them where they were not so com-
fortable. It is such a pity to think that, when they
grow up to be big like their mother, they will try
to carry off the poor lambs; and even babies, it
is known, are not safe from them. See how ten-
derly their mother is feeding them! She has
been away to procure food; and before she eats a
scrap herself, she is tearing it in pieces and pop-
ping a bit into each mouth. And do you notice,
the other two are quietly waiting their turn, and
are not rushing forward to snatch it away? They
seem to be very well behaved eaglets indeed, and
I hope all my little friends are as polite.


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"WHAT a funny picture What is it? Oh, do
tell us quickly, if you please !" Have patience,
Miss Clara; it's only a dunce. "What is a
dunce? Maggie is asking me. Ah, that is be-
cause little Maggie has never been to school yet.
A dunce is a boy or girl who either will not or
cannot learn their lessons; so the teacher keeps
that long-shaped cap, and makes them put it on,
and stand up on a stool before the whole school,
who of course laugh at the dunce's cap and the
dunce too. If the boy is a boy of spirit, he will
make up his mind never to be laughed at again;
and not only learn his lessons at home, but keep
his ears very wide open when his teacher is ex-
plaining anything he does not know. I hope,
Miss Maggie, you will never wear a dunce's cap.
(444) 3


WE saw a picture of a sea-fight a little while ago;
here we have now a fight on land. There go the
cavalry, charging down upon the foot soldiers, who
are doing their best to drive them back. Some
have tumbled over, and are either killed outright
or are wounded badly. There is a poor horse, it
has been shot down too-and a very sad sight it
is altogether. Perhaps Clara will sing that pretty
song in which she tells us she would have no
fighting men abroad, no weeping maids at home!
"All the world should be at peace;
And should kings assert their right,
I'd have those who make the battle
Be the only men who fight."

I am sure I wish such a happy state of things
could be. I for one would be well pleased to
have all the world at peace.


I WANT to show you what soldiers wore in the
olden time. They had breast-plates of iron or
steel, and plates on their back, and gauntlets of
steel that came well up on their arms, and then
they wore very large helmets that covered their
whole face. They must have been very strong
men, to carry such heavy things about with them.
The reason why they wore all that on them, was
because they fought with swords, and spears, and
battle-axes. Nowadays the soldiers shoot each
other down, or charge with their fixed bayonets.
They very, very seldom fight with swords and
spears now. They have such large cannons, too,
that can be fired off at the enemy from a great
distance; and the cannon-balls fly through the
air and kill ever so many of the poor soldiers.


HERE is a New Zealander, and a very fine fellow
he is, though he has his face tattooed. I mean
by that, he has made some one cut his cheeks and
rub some kind of paint into the wounds, so that
a pattern of some kind is always there. New
Zealanders used to be cannibals; that is, they
ate people. But now they are much more
civilized. In some parts of New Zealand they
are fighting still, and are not very easy to manage;
but in other parts they are very peaceable, and
content themselves with weaving flax, making
baskets, and selling potatoes. They make beau-
tiful bags and mats with the flax, and dye them
too. One thing I must tell you, they are very
particular not to work on Sundays.


" WHAT is this ?" asks little Maggie. Why, it is
May-day, and they are having a merry dance
round the May-pole. Clara, you are laughing at
Maggie for not knowing this; but Maggie is
Scotch, and in Scotland they don't do such things.
You, Clara, are an English girl, and of course
know about it. "Not dance round the May-
pole !" It is your turn, Clara, to be astonished
now. No; in Scotland, all that Maggie does is
to rise very early-before the sun, if possible-
and go out to some meadow or hillside, and wash
her little face in the dew. Is that Charley Bow-
mont saying, "What good will that do?" Why,
Charley, don't you know it makes every one look
beautiful all the year, that fresh May dew ?


HERE is a Chinese junk,-a very strange-looking
vessel, you will say. China is not only a very
large country, but it is perfectly crowded with in-
habitants. A great many live in boats on the
water; and they eat many things we would
shudder to touch with our fingers. The Chinese
are leaving their country in greater numbers than
they used to do, and trying to make an honest
living elsewhere. They are very industrious and
useful wherever they settle down, and often be-
come the washer-women of the place. It is very
funny to think of men being washer-women, but in
Australia and New Zealand, at the gold-fields, the
washing is done mostly by the Chinamen. Tommy
is right: the Chinese eat dogs, and they are sold
in the markets the same as our sheep and oxen.


" SURELY that must be the Queen and Prince
Albert! Yes, you are quite right. They are
holding what is called a levee. The gentleman
standing with his back to us is telling the Queen
who the gentleman is before her, with head bent
and his cocked hat in his hand. Perhaps he is
a very great officer, who has come home after
fighting some battle; and having been very brave,
he has been allowed to make his bow to the
Queen. The good Prince Albert, when he was in
life, was always ready to tell the Queen of the
brave deeds of her valiant soldiers; and the Queen
is always ready to reward them with beautiful
medals, or in any way in her power. The Queen
does not always wear her grand crown, but when
driving about in her carriage wears a bonnet.


AH yes I thought you would all like to see
this one. Here is one of the Queen's troopers. A
gallant-looking soldier, too, he is. And such a fine
horse as he has! It is so strange, as Tommy
says, to think that the horses can go through the
military exercises quite as well as the troopers.
This one looks as if he were very proud of his
fine trappings; and I daresay, when he is gallop-
ing along, his fine tail will be seen to advantage.
All good troopers take great pride in their horses,
and rub them down to make them glossy and
smooth; and I have read of them, even after a
long march, giving them their supper before
taking any themselves.


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A TORTOISE on its way somewhere to lay eggs.
" Oh, what a funny idea!" Maggie is saying. A
tortoise lay an egg surely you are joking." No,
I am not. And what will surprise you more is,
they lay a great many-sometimes a hundred,
sometimes even nearly two hundred. They make
a hole in the sand and put their eggs in, then
cover them up, and leave the sun to hatch them.
Tortoise-shell combs are made out.of their shells;
and I am sure you will all say the box Clara has
is a very pretty one. I once had a little tortoise,
and during the warm summer it used to creep
about the garden or lie basking in the sunshine.
In the winter it was put in a basket under the
sideboard, where it lay as if quite dead, till the
summer came again.


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TOMMY has been reading "Robinson Crusoe"
lately. Perhaps he would like to see a yam.
Here it is, then. Quite like a potato, do you
think? Well, I fancy Jack Tar would tell you
differently. It may look like a potato, but it
tastes sweet, and is not so nice altogether. I
daresay Crusoe and his man Friday liked them
very well; and so should we, if we lived on a
desert island and could get nothing else. We are
not so particular when we are hungry. Well, it
is a delightful thing to visit foreign countries!
But, Mr. Tommy, I really think you would be
very glad to get off again by a good ship, if you
were stranded on a desert island, even though
there were all sorts of things besides yams.



SuCH a dear little pet 1 Yes, this is Miss Jenny
Wren. And a dear, pretty little bird she is, too;
though Maggie and Flossy are laughing so at her
tail being turned in that funny way towards her
"Pretty little piping wren,
What are you doing there,
Warbling out your gentle song
"Without a touch of care?
"Watching with your bright black eye,
And ready with your beak,
For any foolish little fly-
Ii that the food you seek?-
Oh yes; I've thirteen little mouths!
It takes me all the day
To feed them with such tiny things-
I now must haste away.'

Wrens feed on insects; and, as I daresay you
know, often become very familiar with people.


OF course, here is Robin Redbreast. You surely
didn't think I would put even one picture between
him and little Jenny Wren. We all love Robin
Redbreast, don't we ? I know little Maggie does,
for I often hear her singing,-

"I love to see you, Robin,
When snow is on the ground;
Your pretty little red breast,
It casts a glow around.
"You are content, too, Robin,
However cold the weather;
You do your best to sing your song,
And prink up every feather.
"Oh pretty Robin Redbreast,
He is so kind and good,
He covered up with warm brown leaves
The babies in the wood."

And I am sure you have all heard the story of
the Death and Burial of Cock Robin !


HERE is a pioneer ready to march off. Pioneers
go in front of the regiment to clear the way. If
they come upon any trees, or anything that is
likely to prevent the cannon or the baggage wag-
gons passing, then they cut them down at once,
and clear them away. His apron is made of
leather; and he carries a great strong axe over
his shoulder. As you can see for yourselves,
pioneers must be tall and strong men. There are
a great many other men standing ready to march
away too, when their officer gives the word of
command. I hope they are only going out for a
walk, or to be drilled in some place at hand, and
not to the battle-field, to kill other soldiers or to
be killed themselves.


" WHY, what a funny picture to have in a Magic-
Lantern !" Did I not say I had useful things as
well as pretty ones ? I want you to take a good
look at this; and I will tell you why. This is a
piece of patch-work, and I want you to begin to
make some by-and-by. The youngest among you
can do it, and the boys also. You may take
small pieces out of the rag-bag; and wouldn't it
be nice to give it to some poor woman when it is
done, or to some little sick boy or girl you know
about ? You might do a little bit each wet day,
and that would help to keep you from wearying.
I am sure nurse, or mamma, or auntie, will'assist
you; and, let me tell you, the time will pass very
quickly if you are busy.


HERE is a missionary. He has gone out to Africa
to teach the heathen there. See how they are
listening to him while he speaks about Jesus,
and points upwards to heaven to tell them that
God lives there, beyond the blue sky! I once
heard a missionary say, that negroes and other
heathens listened to him more attentively than
white children did; that children in this country
would hear the story of Jesus' love and death
without a tear in their eyes, but that often the
tears would be pouring down the black cheeks of
the poor negroes. He wondered if it were because
they heard about Jesus so often, that they cared
so little. Let us hope it is not so with you; that
when mamma, or papa, or your teacher read the
Bible, you listen very attentively indeed.


THIS is the picture of a miner. He is digging out
the coal, far down in the bowels of the earth. It
must be a very hard life," you will say; but not
harder than many other trades. I could show
you the picture of a diver, who goes down to the
bottom of the sea to send up things from wrecked
ships. I think that is even a harder life than the
miner's, after all. Maggie is afraid to look at the
picture of the diver, so I will not show it, because
I do not wish to frighten any of you. When we
see the miners coming up out of the pits, with
their black faces, or any other such workmen
passing along, we ought to look kindly at them,
because if they did not do the hard work for us,
we should be badly off

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