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BY UNCLE JOHN.
THE AMERICAN NEWS COMPANY,
39 & 41 CHAMBERS STREET.
COPYRIGHT 1882, BY
THE AMERICAN NEWS COMPANY.
CROSSING THE BROOK.
Little Katie ran away from home
one day, and got lost in the fields.
She began to cry, for she did not
know how to get home. She came
to a big brook, but she did not
dare to cross it. It looked so
black and so deep. As she stood
by its side, Mark Hoyt came along.
" What are you doing here, little
one?" said Mark. I've got lost,"
said Katie: I do not know how
to cross this water." I'll carry
you," said good Mark. So he took
off his shoes, and took Katie up in
his arms, and soon they were
across, and little Katie was very
GETTING Too MUCH.
Well, I should think you would
get enough this time, Jack!
Look at the water pouring all
down his neck and almost choking
Tom, you sly rogue, you think
it fine fun to pump so hard. Wait
till you get home, sir, and your
mother sees Jack's clothes all wet.
You will. have to go to bed with-
out your supper, and I think it
will serve you just right. You are
a bad boy to let your brother get
into such mischief. You would
not like to be treated so.
Never do to another what you
do not like done to yourself.
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A FUNNY CREATURE.
Well, Pussy, what do you think
about it? Do_ you think it is a
dickey bird tumbling about on its
back ? Don't you touch it; if you
do you will be sorry, I tell you!
Kitty is on the table trying to find
out what those great ugly things
are that are squirming about under
the basket lid. Oh, pussies, run
away from them. They are lob-
sters, and they have such terrible
claws. They could 'squeeze your
little legs almost off They are
not made to play with. Mary
will cook them, and with a nice let-
tuce from the garden, they will
make a salad for dinner.
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What is Grandma doing?
She is putting away Sarah's best
frock. It is Monday morning,
and Sarah has gone to school.
This is the frock she wore yes-
terday to church. It is her best
frock, and every Monday morn-
ing her grandmother folds it up
neatly, and puts it in a drawer.
When Sarah grows older, she
will take care of her own clothes.
Now she is too small and too busy
going to school.
Do you see little Pussy? How
happy she looks Grandma is
kind to her, gives her milk every
morning and night, and pets her.
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Susie has a dog called Floss.
He is a knowing dog-, and can fetch
and carry anything he is told to.
He will sit up on his hind legs for
candy, and cat it as quickly as a
boy or girl can.
Uncle Joe gave Susie a large
doll. When Floss saw it, he was
quite jealous. Qne day when
Susie was rocking her doll, Floss
jumped on a chair and howled as
if he were in pain. He often
howls even now, when Susie pets
her doll. He is a foolish dog. He
must learn that Susie thinks just as
as much of him as she did before
she had her doll.
Here is Agnes, feeding her
squirrel, Brownie. She is giving
him hazelnuts. He seems to like
his breakfast. Cousin Belle is
watching him eat. She thinks he
is very cunning.
George caught Brownie in the
woods. Brownie was only very
little then. George carried him
home, and gave him to his sister
Agnes. At first, Brownie did not
like being kept in a cage. Agnes
shut him in until he was used to
her, and would eat from her hand,
and come out of his nest when she
called. When he learned to do
this, she opened the cage door
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every day, and let him have a run
about the room.
Brownie is a funny little fellow.
He will perch on the tops of the
chairs, and wink his eyes at you,
and when you try to catch him he
will whisk his bushy tail, and run
off so quickly you can hardly see
him. He is such a thief! and
everything he can carry away, he
hides in the wire nest inside his
cage; and it is hard to get the
things back again, for he gets
angry if his nest is touched.
One day Brownie sprang on the
table where Agnes's work basket
lay. He spied her little silver
thimble. He put his head on one
side and looked at it, as if trying
to think what it could be. He
must have thought it lovely, for he
took it slyly in his mouth and went
to his cage.
Agnes saw him, and knew he
had something in his mouth, for
his cheeks were so fat. She tried
to make him give it to her, but he
would not. When she was not
looking he put it into his nest. At
night, before he went to bed, Agnes
found out he had her thimble.
She tried to take it away, but
could not, so she waited until the
next day when Brownie was out.
Then she took the cage into an-
other room, and got her thimble.
She always put it in her box after
THE RAIN STORM.
Look at these little Totties, com-
ing from school. How it rains
But they will not get wet, for Tom
has Grandpa's big umbrella. It
looks like a small house, with this
little boy and girl under it! Tom
is very proud, marching along
with his sister. He is telling her
about the big elephant you see on
the wall. There is a circus in the
village, and this is the picture
of the elephant. Perhaps it is
Jumbo. Susy says she is afraid
of Jumbo. She likes the funny
monkeys better, and the parrots
that talk. Tommy says he likes
the lions and tigers best.
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THE LITTLE MUSICIAN.
Alice said she was going to play
she was Mamma singing to Papa.
She told Harry he must be Papa,
and say, the music is bootiful."
She put three books on a chair,
and one on the piano. Then she
"took her seat, and ran her fingers
up and down, as she had seen Mam-
ma do. She thumped and banged
the keys, and made such a fearful
noise that Harry put his hands to
his ears to stop hearing it.
Very soon, Mamma came in,
and shut the piano.
But poor little Alice thought it
was too bad that -no one liked
her pretty music !"
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Slide, slide, down the hill!
Oh, 'tis fun to see
The boys go chasing in a row,
As merry as can be.
Papa looks thro' the window pane,
To see the jolly crew
Go dashing by, as down the steep,
Like lightning flash they flew.
But Jack has tumbled off his sled,
Lies sprawling on his back ;
Look out, young man, or surely you
Will get an awful crack!
For Tom and Bill, and many more,
Are coming in a row;
And if you're caught, alas! poor
Not sledding you will go!
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What are you doing, Harry?"
"I'm trying to draw a picture,
like one I saw to-day in a store
window. It was so funny, Grand-
ma. If I could only make mine
like it, how you would laugh!"
"Tell me about it, will you?"
Wait and see if you can tell
what it is, from my picture. I shall
soon have it done. I have only
one thing more to do. There! it
is finished; now what is it, Grand-
ma?" said Harry.
Grandma looked at Harry's
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drawing. Then she smiled and
said, Why, it is a funny picture,
Harry. I wish you would tell me
all about it, for fear I should make
Well, Grandma, you see it is
a room in this old man's house,
and he is having prayers. There
is his wife over in that corner,
kneeling by her rocking chair, and
there are his two grandchildren
close by her. You see they are
both laughing very much, and the
old woman shakes her finger at
them to stop, for fear the old man
will hear. They can hardly keep
in, for while their grandpa is pray-
ing so hard, Puss is on his back
spitting at the dog below her.
HARRY S PICTURE.
SPuss is very angry, and you can
see how big her tail is, while the
F .dog thinks it great fun to tease
her. I wonder the old man does
Snot hear any of the noise,' but he
keeps right on. The big boy has
to keep his hand tight over his
mouth, or he would laugh out loud."
"Thank you, Harry," said
Grandma; "you have given me a
very good story of the picture you
saw. It is a difficult picture for
you to draw just yet; but if you
keep on trying, perhaps you will
be able some day to paint pictures
like the one you saw to-day. You
must keep your drawing to show
to Mamma. She will be pleased
to see what you have tried to do."
THE TAME PIGEON.
See how tame this young pig-
eon is!. He will not fly away.
He will eat out of Ada's mouth.
If she calls Coosey," he will fly
straight from his little house, and
go on her hand.
There are many kinds of pig-
eons. Some are called Carriers,
because when taken a long way
from home and let loose, they fly
quickly home again, and carry
paper messages tied to their feet.
Another kind is called a Tum-
bler. He tumbles over in the air,
while he is flying. Others who
stick out their necks in a bunch are
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TUG OF WAR.
Pull away, you silly little geese.
Why do you fight for a little bit of
a rope ? These goslings went into
the stable yard where Bounce, the
dog, lives, and found this piece of
old rope. Then they began to
quarrel. I'll have this," said the
small goose. No, you. shan't,"
said the bigger one, who ought to
have known better than to fight.
And each got hold of an end, and
there they pull and pull, while
Bounce looks at them, and thinks
how foolish they are, to fight for a
little string. Children who fight
over their toys, are just like these
two little geese.
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Mary," said Mamma, I want
you to mind the baby for me.
Here is a picture book for you to
look at. Do not leave your sis-
ter;" and Mary's mother went in
the house, leaving the baby asleep
in the cradle. Mary sat down in
her rocking chair, and for a time
looked at the pictures. Then she
began to want something to play
with. She picked some of the
roses that grew over the porch, and
pulled them to pieces. Then she
picked up some stones, and threw
them at the birds that came for the
crumbs of bread. This did not
please her long. A yellow butter-
fly 'flew by, and she began to
chase it. When it flew over the
fence into the field, over went
Mary. On she ran, forgetful of
the baby. At last she found her-
self down in the meadow, and the
butterfly out of sight. Mary was
frightened to see how far she had
come, and went back as quickly
as she could, hoping to find the
baby still asleep, and all would
be right. But when she reached
the door, there was the cradle
but no baby. Mary ran into the
house, and met the doctor. Baby
had fallen out of her cradle, and
broken her arm.
This was a lesson for Mary.
She is now a careful girl.
HERE THEY ARE!
What is Mary looking at?
Mamma has just told her that
Cousins George and Annie are
coming. Mary heard the sound of
wheels, and ran to the window.
Yes, here they come! Cousin
George sitting with the driver, and
Aunt Sarah with Cousin Annie
inside. Mary is so pleased that
she forgets to run down and meet
them. Now she sees the wagon
stop. George jumps down and
waves his hat to Mary.
Then she remembers, and runs
down stairs and along the path to
the gate, to tell them how glad
she is they have come,
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ROB IN TROUBLE.
Rob is in great trouble. Just
look at him! What a face he
makes, and see the big tears run-
ning down his cheeks. He keeps
tight hold of the fingers of his left
hand, too. If you could hear him,
I know you would say he was
making a great noise.
I wonder what he is crying for.
What can be the matter?
Ha! do you see what that is,
which lies beside him? It looks
like a knife, and a piece of a stick.
Rob has been in mischief. Papa
left his pocket knife on his bureau
this morning. Rob saw it, and
thought he could cut with it, just
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ROB IN TROUBLE.
as well as Papa. So he went off
in the garden, and broke a little
branch from a tree. Then he
came back and sat on the steps,
and began to cut away at the
piece of wood. He had made
only three cuts, when his hand
slipped, and the knife blade hit
the hand which held the stick.
He dropped the knife and the
wood. There they lie, just be-
side him. The cut in his finger
hurts him very much. He is
thinking of what he shall do.
He remembers that Mamma told
him he was not to touch a knife
until he was bigger. She said
that if he did, he would be sure to
ROB IN TROUBLE.
I am afraid Rob never thought
of this, and now he has hurt him-
self. I wonder which finger he
has cut. Let us see, Rob. Ha!
you have got a bad cut on your
first finger, and it is bleeding.
I am sorry you have cut your
finger, Rob, but if you will only
stop crying, and go ask Mamma
to tie it up for you, the pain will
soon stop. I hope you will re-
member after this, to let other
plople's knives alone. When you
are old enough to have one, Papa
will buy you one for your own.
Rob will soon take the knife to
Mamma, and tell her what he has
done. Then she will tie it up, and
he will feel better.
THE THREE FRIENDS.
Here is Bonnie, our cow. Jack
has just brought her from the field
to have her supper. He has given
her some nice cabbages for a treat.
She was so eager to eat, that she
pushed one over the edge on to
the floor. She will have to wait
till Jack puts it back. The tur-
key gobbler and the rooster keep
near the cow, and we call them
"the three friends."
Perhaps they like to pick up the
bits of feed falling from the feed-
trough. They are not hungry, or
they would peck away at the cab-
bage. How sleepy they look!
It must be time to go to roost.
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These children have been to the
Park all the afternoon. They are
now coming home.
Mother asked Jack to take care
of Mary and little Georgie. She
was going away, and would not
come back till night. Jack was
glad to do this. He asked if they
might all go to the Park. Mother
said "Yes, but when you leave the
house, Jack, be sure you lock the
door, and tie the key to a string
round your neck, so that when you
come back you will have it safe to
get into the house with."
So after dinner the children
started for the Park. Jack took
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them first to the lake. They stayed
there a long time, looking at the
swans and watching the boats row-
ing here and there decked with
gay flags. Then they went to see
the donkeys. Georgie wanted to
have a ride. Jack said he had no
money to pay the boy. "But,"
said Jack, if you get tired, Geor-
gie, I will give you a pic-a-back
ride instead." Georgie laughed,
and said that would be nearly as
good. So they sat down and lis-
tened to the music, and looked at
the gold fish in the fountains.
At last Georgie said he was tired
and wanted something to eat, and
Jack said it was time to go home.
Jack took Georgie on his back and
carried him. See how carefully
Jack holds him with both hands.
Georgie thinks it is fine fun to ride
home. Mary is holding her hat
in her hand behind Jack. She
does not see that stage coming
along the road, but Jack sees it,
and is waiting till it has passed
before he crosses the street. You
see the key hanging round his
Jack will see that the children
get home safely. He is a good
and careful boy. He will be tired
with his load by the time they get
home, but he won't mind that.
Mother will be home soon, and
they will all want to tell her what
a pleasant time they have had.
WILL AND BESSIE.
Willie is stealing apples. He
has climbed the fence, and has
given four to Bessie. She is hold-
ing her hat for another one. The
children do not see the man com-
ing out of his gate with his big
dog. The man has a stick in his
hand. Will deserves to feel that
stick on his back, for he is doing
wrong as well as teaching Bessie.
If the children had gone and asked
the farmer, he would have given
them all the apples they wanted.
But now, when the man reaches
them, they will perhaps lose the
apples they have got, and will go
home in disgrace.
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Helen has come down to the
beach this morning, to see her
father and her brother Jack go off
fishing. They have pushed the
boat through the surf, and now
her father's strong arms are pulling
at the oars, and the boat is too
far off for her voice to reach Jack,
but she can see him in the stern
of the boat swinging his hat, so
she waves her vail for a good-bye.
Helen's father is a fisherman.
He goes out fishing every day,
except in very rough weather, and
when he comes back he packs the
fish in boxes with ice, and sends
them to market.
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Helen sometimes (oes out with
her father, but to-day she is going
with Cousins Ben and Joe, in a
boat up the creek, to catch crabs.
Cousins Ben and Joe have come
from Uncle John's farm to spend
a week with Helen's mother.
They went out yesterday in the
boat through the breakers to the
fishing grounds with Helen's father,
but the boys were very seasick,
and had to come back. They like
going after crabs the best, because
the water is smooth.
Helen knows where the most
crabs can be got and when to go.
She and the boys will be at home
with a basket full, before Father's
boat comes back with his fish.
"You naughty, little, ugly thing !
You've torn my nice new ball;
Oh, won't I whip you? that I will;
I love you not at all."
"Why, what's my little boy about,
And wherefore all this noise ?
Such angry words as I have heard,
Such smashing of his toys.
"Has Carlo done so bad a crime,
That you should anger so ?
And with so rude and great a stick
Should hit him such a blow ?
" Poor Carlo did not know 'twas
He thought but on his.play;
St was but natural he should grasp
What was within his way."
Lottie puts her little fat arms
round Ada's neck, and tells her
sister she loves her. Mamma had
to go to the store for bread, and she
told Ada to take care of Lottie.
So the two sisters are playing on
the wooden seat in the garden in
the shade of the grape vine. I
think Dollie is tired. She is fast
asleep. Ada has two apples in
her basket. She is going to give
Lottie one. These sisters never
quarrel. They love each other
too much to do that. Soon Mam-
ma will come back. She will be
glad to see that Ada has taken
such good care of Lottie,
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See this boy, asleep on the
church steps. He has put one
basket against the railing, and the
other on the walk. Then he rested
his head against the wall, and is
sleeping as soundly as if he were
in his bed at home.
Is he sick? No, his face is
bright. He looks as if he got
plenty to eat, and has just folded
his hands together as if he meant
to have a good nap.
Tom is only tired. He used to
live on a farm, but his mother had
to come to the city, and Tom came
with her. He works for a market
man, and has to get up early every
morning, and take out baskets of
cabbages, potatoes and other things
that he is sent with, to those who
have bought them. By afternoon
Tom gets very tired, but he is a
good boy, and tries to do his work.
He often wishes he was back again
in the country on the old farm.
He thinks it is better than the
To-day was warm; he has had a
long walk. He sat down to rest on
the steps, and in one minute he
was asleep and dreaming.
What is he dreaming about,
Uncle John ? Do tell us."
Tom dreams he is in the woods
again; that it is a bright morning in
Fall, and he, with the other boys,
is under the old chestnut tree he
knows so well, scrambling for
chestnuts on the short brown grass,
where they fell when last night's
wind swept through the woods.
The chestnuts seem to lie thick
upon the ground, and the boys are
trying who shall fill his bag first.
Oh, what fun it is!
Suddenly, in the very middle of
the fun he is having in his dream,
the bell in the church clock strikes
the hour. Tom starts! Now he
is awake. He rubs his eyes. He
looks at the baskets, and knows his
fun was only a dream. So he
takes up his load and hurries off, to
get back to market in time to go
home for his supper.
THE OLD CASTLE.
This is a queer place for a little
girl to live in, but Grace likes liv-
ing here with Grandma very much.
Look at her. She has put her
head out of a window, and is call-
ing to Grandma, who has taken a
pitcher to the well for water.
Where they live is part of an
old castle in Europe. The castle
is in ruins, except the part where
they live. Grandma takes care of
it, and shows the place to visitors,
who come to see what dark rough
castles people built in the old times.
Grandma finds her big pitcher
heavy. See, she puts her hand on
the wall to help herself.
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JUMBO AT TABLE.
Here are two little girls having
a fine time. They are playing
having a dinner party. The ele-
phant on wheels has been invited.
You see him at the table; he is
very quiet, and behaves much bet-
ter than Jumbo the big elephant
would do if he were here.
The real Jumbo would gobble
up all the dinner in a minute.
Lottie is tying a bib round
Dick's neck. Dick is her dog.
Anna sits on the other side, and is
feeding her doll. Of course she
only makes believe to do so, for
Dollie cannot eat, though she can
open and shut her eyes. Miss
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JUMBO AT TABLE.
Greyskin is Anna's cat. She has
a bib round her neck, too. But
she would not wait as patiently as
old Dick does. She has put her
nose near the saucer of milk and
laps it up..
I do not see any room at the
table for Lottie to sit. I think as
long as Dick and Greyskin are at
the table, she will have to stay
near them, and keep them out of
For just once, this table may be
fun, but Uncle John thinks that
dogs and cats should eat and drink
in their proper places, and not at
the table with little girls. I like
Dollie and Jumbo at table better
than Dick and Greyskin.
Look at this little girl sitting on
the floor of her bedroom, with a
big doll before her.
Why is she up so early, and why
does she sit looking at her doll in-
stead of getting dressed ?
Listen, and I will tell you.
Her name is Mary. Last night
was Christmas eve. When Mary
went to bed she hung up her little
stocking by the fireplace, so that
Saint Nicholas could see it when
he came. She tried very hard to
keep awake, so that she could see
what he was like and what he was
bringing her. Once she thought
she heard a little tinkling sound,
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as it might be the reindeers' sleigh
bells, but no one came near, and
at last she could keep her eyes
open no longer, and soon she was
Now it is Christmas morning!
When Mary opened her eyes she
could scarcely believe it was day-
light, and that after all she had not
been able to keep awake to see
Santa Claus. Had he been here?
She looked toward the fireplace.
Yes, he had There was her
stocking, with some little parcels
pinned to it, and a large package
lay on the floor, for it was too big
to go in.
What could that be? Mary
hoped it was a doll. She was out
of bed in a minute, and soon had
the big parcel open.
Yes, it was a doll, and such a
large one, with long brown hair,
long enough to cover her shoulders,
and neatly tied with a blue ribbon.
When Mary saw that Dolly's eyes
would open and shut, she thought
she had never seen so fine a doll
before, even in the toy store.
Soon Mary's little brother
George came running in to see his
stocking. He has a horse and cart
and a drum. He has gone off to
show his drum to Papa.
Here is Mary, still, holding her
doll with both hands. She thinks
Christmas morning is the best in
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