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Title: The first quarrel, and other stories
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Title: The first quarrel, and other stories
Physical Description: 43 p. : ill. ; 14 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dodd, Mead & Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: Dodd, Mead
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: 1878
Subject: Quarreling -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Juvenile literature -- 1878   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1878
Genre: Juvenile literature   ( rbgenr )
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Franklin Press:
Rand, Avery, &7 Company,
117 Franklin Street,

Rob was four years old, and
Rose was six. They loved each
oth-er dear-ly, but I grieve to
say that they some-times did not
a-gree. It had been so this
morn-ing. Rob had want-ed to
play hide apd seek, and Rose
would not. She thought it would
be nice to have a doll's par-ty
un-der the trees. Neith-er would
yield, and so each felt that he did
not love the oth-er at all. Just
then Aunt Lou came near. She
told them that if they would
make up she would tell them a
sto-ry. So they made up at once.

Kate Long had been to spend
the day with her cous-in Grace.
She had had such a good time
that she had quite for-got ten
that she must learn her les-son
for Mon-day af-ter she reached
home, and so had stayed much
long-er than she meant to. There
was one hour be -fore bed-
time, but she took her seat close
to the fire, and went to work so
hard that in less than that time
she knew it all. Then she went
off to bed, and slept as sound-ly
as on-ly a ve-ry tired lit-tle girl
can, and was up bright and early.



Here we have three fat and
jol-ly Es-qui-maux boys. They
live in a land far a-way to the
North, where it is so cold that
snow and ice last al-most all the
year. They have huts built of
blocks of ice, and to keep warm
they dress in the skins of bears
and fox-es. They do not cook
their food as we do, but eat it
raw. E-ven the lit-tle ba-bies
like to suck a piece of raw fat.
They cat seals which the men
catch. Some-times, too, a whale
is thrown up on shore, and this
makes them ve-ry hap-py.

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Kate and Will had put the old
black hen to set. Their moth-er
had giv-en them twelve eggs to
be all their own. Day af-ter day
they watched and wait-ed, till at
last ten lit tie chicks came.
An old coop was made rea-dy
and the hen put in it. Three
times each day Kate and Will
brought them fresh food, and they
thought of them the last thing
at night and the first thing when
they woke in the morn ing.
They took such good care of
them that not one died, and ve-
ry proud of them they felt.


What a huge tree is this! It
seems as if the man would nev-er
saw through it. Where did it
grow? In Cal-i-for-ni-a. There
are trees there much high-er than
the high-est church stee-ple, and
so big a-round that if their in-
side were dug out, there would
be a room as large as a-ny in the
house in which you live. They
stand for ma-ny hun-dred years.
The one in the pic-ture has been
blown down by a great gale of
wind, and now is a-bout to be
sawed, so that it can be dragged
to the mill and made into boards.

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Kate spent all her sum-mer
with her aunt in the coun-try.
She was out of doors all the
time, and her face and arms grew
so brown that she looked like a
small In-di-an. She knew all
the nooks in the woods where
the wild flow-ers grew, and she
could catch trout in the brooks too.
She had a white po-ny whose
name was Taf-fy, and on his back
she would gal-lop through the
fields and down the lanes. Such
good times as she had She
was sor-ry, in-deed, when she
had to go back to school.

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Oh! Ruth," said Tom,
"there are five lit-tie snow-birds
on the old ap-ple tree. They will
starve to death now that the snow
has come." So Tom ran in the
house and got a slice of bread.
He broke this all up and spread
it on the snow. The birds flew
off when he came near, but when
they saw the crumbs they came
back, for they were hun-gry. He
threw fresh food for them each
day, and soon they grew quite
tame and would fly a-bout his
head. In the spring, when the
snow was gone, they flew away.

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Here is a pic-ture tak-en in
Chi-na, a land ma-ny miles from
us. There are a great num-ber
of peo-ple there, and of-ten some
of them are so poor that they
can-not afford to bring up their
ba-bies. So they sell them, for
they can-not bear to see them
starve. This wom-an has two
on her cart. They look fat and
well, and I have no doubt that
she feels ve-ry sad at part-ing
with them, though they them-
selves are so young that they will
not feel it, as she does. When
they are grown they will be slaves.

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This lit-tie girl's name is
Madge, and she lives in the coun-
try. One day her ma-ma had a
sad fright. Madge could not be
found. They hunt-ed high and
low, but not a trace of her could
they see. Her pa-pa left his
work and joined the search. All
at once they saw her com-ing
to-ward them. She had been
pick-ing flow-ers in the mead-ow,
and had fall-en a-sleep, and so
did not hear their calls. She had
a bunch of lil-ies in her hand,
picked for her ma-ma, and she
gave them to her with a kiss.

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Here is the good ship Ma-ry
Bell. She has been to the cold
seas of the far North to hunt for
whales. She has had great suc-
cess, and stowed in her hold is
ma-ny a bar-rel of oil. She has
been a-way for three years, and
now is on her way home. All
night long the wind has blown a
gale, and her sails have been torn
to pie-ces by the blast. She is
near port now, and will soon be
at an-chor in the smooth wa-ter
of the har-bor. How pleas-ant
it will be to be safe-ly on shore
and once more a-mong friends!


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One cold night in win-ter, Far-
mer Bright, who was stand-ing
in his door-way, heard a long
howl. That is a wolf," he said,
"and I fear he is af-ter my lambs."
So he took down his gun and went
out to the barn. It was bright
moon-light, and he saw the wolf
com-ing but a field a-way. He
was run-ning fast, for he was
hun-gry and want-ed a lamb for
sup-per. But he did not get it,
for bang! went the gun, and
down he fell dead. His skin
made a nice mat to spread in
front of the fire at night.


Jack Holt was a small boy just
five years old. He lived in a lit-
tle house by the side of the road.
Close at hand a brook came down
a-cross it, and here Jack spent
most of his time. When he was
tired of play-ing with the brook,
he would go to an old wil-low
tree and cut off a piece of a
branch. Then he would work at
this with his knife till he made a
whis-tle. Af-ter he had blown a-
way at this for a time, he al-ways
grew hun-gry, and then he went
in and got some bread and but-
ter with brown sugar on it.


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Here is an old cam-el with her
young one. She is old, and has
walked ma-ny a mile through
the des-ert, for in the land where
cam-els live there are great tracts
of land where not a tree or a
blade of grass grows, and where
not a drop of wa-ter can be found.
A horse could nev-er cross these
wastes, for he would die of thirst;
but the cam-el can go for days
with-out a drink. It can, too,
car-ry a great load on its back,
and can walk at a ve-ry fast pace.
It is not a pret-ty beast, but it is
ve-ry use-ful for all that.

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Grace West spent three months
at the sea side. What fun she had!
She passed all her time on the
beach. There she built hou-ses
of sand. Just as one was done
a great wave would roll in and
beat it all down. When she was
tired of play-ing in the sand she
would pull off her shoes and
stock-ings and wade in the wa-
ter. Once one of her shoes was
swept off by a wave. Grace
tried to catch it, but it was too
far a-way, and she saw it go sail-
ing out to sea, and had to go all
the way home bare-foot.




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Arc these men who are knit-
ting ? Yes, and sol-diers too.
They are French, and are on
du-ty in Al-ge-ri-a. They have
no fight ing to do, and their
on-ly work is to mount guard.
Their pay is ve-ry small, and
so to help them selves on
they knit stock-ings, which they
sell. Al-ge-ri-a is a warm coun-
try. Snow does not fall there,
but the grass is green and birds
are fly-ing to and fro all the
win-ter through. You can see
that one of the men has slipped
off his shoes and is bare-foot.

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Why is lit-tle Bess out by her-
self at this time of night? The
stars are shin-ing, and if it were
not for the moon it would be
dark. She has been to her aunt's,
and is now on her way home.
What does she care for its be-ing
night ? The path is a short one,
and she can see the light in her
moth-er's win-dow all the way.
So she climbs o-ver the fence
and sets out a-cross the mead-ow.
In half an hour she will have had
her tea, and will be fast a-sleep
and tucked up in her white crib,
in her own lit-tle room.

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How cold it is! Poll and Tom
are all wrapped up in their warm-
est coats and mit-tens. They
are on the watch to see old A-mos
catch a fish, and Jack their dog
seems to watch as sharp-ly as
they. But they did not see the fish
un-til it was cooked and on the
ta-ble, for Tom soon found that
his feet were cold, and that he
was hun-gry. So they both ran
back to the house, and while their
feet were get-ting warm, each
ate a great slice of gin-ger-bread
all steam-ing hot, just out of-the
ov-en and ve-ry good it was.

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Here is the night coach. It
has just drawn up in front of an
inn, and one of the men on top is
get-ting down. The hor-ses are
steam-ing, which shows that they
have been go-ing at a sharp pace.
In a mo-ment the men will come
on a run from the sta-ble to take
them off and put on a fresh team.
Then the guard will blow his
bu-gle, the dri-ver will crack his
whip, the hor-ses will make a
plunge, and a-way they will all go
hur-ry-ing on o-ver the coun-try
roads and through the towns and
fields at a rous-ing pace.



Here we have a win-ter scene.
The snow is deep on the ground,
and it is so cold that the men
have to work hard to keep them-
selves warm. All day long you
can hear the ax-es go-ing, and
soon great heaps of wood are
piled up for the sled to drag
a-way. When noon comes the
men make a small fire to heat
their cof-fee, and all sit a-round to
eat their din-ner. But soon they
are swing-ing their ax-es a-gain.
It is hard work, and at night
they are glad to sit by their fire-
side and rest in the warm light.


Tom was a sail-or boy on his
first cruise at sea. He had left
his moth-er that morn-ing, and
now the stee-ple of his vil--.lae
was just go-ing out of sight ii
the dis-tance. He felt ve-ry blue
and home-sick, but for fear that
a-ny one should see it he whis-
tled. Soon the mate saw him,
and set him to work at scrap-ing
the mast; and then night came
on, and he for-got his griefs in
sleep. In time he grew to be a
fine sea-man, and at last he was
cap-tain of a ship him-self, and
made ma-ny a long voy-age.

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