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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Story of my pet rooster
 Story of my dog Ponto
 Story of Maggie the kitten
 Story of Billy the pony
 Story of Bobby the robin
 Story of my black lamb Topsy
 Story of fourteen pet goslings
 Story of Boney the squirrel
 Story of my pet raven Tommy
 Story of Pongo the monkey
 Story of Willie the paroquet
 Back Cover
 Spine






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Title: Stories of my childhood
Physical Description: 110 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Woodworth, Francis C ( Francis Channing ), 1812-1859
Gall & Inglis ( Publisher )
Andrew & Filmer ( Engraver )
Publisher: Gall & Inglis
Place of Publication: London ;
Edinburgh
Publication Date: [1883?]
 Subjects
Subject: Pets -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Human-animal relationships -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Prize books (Provenance) -- 1883   ( rbprov )
Bldn -- 1883
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Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
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Statement of Responsibility: by Uncle Frank.
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors, and illustrations engraved by Andrew & Filmer.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
        Page ii
        Page iii
    Frontispiece
        Page iv
    Title Page
        Page v
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
    Story of my pet rooster
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Story of my dog Ponto
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
    Story of Maggie the kitten
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Story of Billy the pony
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Story of Bobby the robin
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
    Story of my black lamb Topsy
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    Story of fourteen pet goslings
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Plate
        Page 69
        Page 70
    Story of Boney the squirrel
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
    Story of my pet raven Tommy
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    Story of Pongo the monkey
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
    Story of Willie the paroquet
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Spine
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STORY OF MY PET ROOSTER. . .. 9.

STORY OF MY DOG PONTO . .. 17

STORY OF MAGGIE THE KITTRY. . 29

STORY OF BILLY THE PONY . ... .37

STORY OF BOBBY THE ROBIN . ... .47

STORY OF MY BLACK LAMB TOPSY . .. .55

STORY OF FOURTEEN PET GOSLINGS . 65

STORY OF BONEY THE SQUIRREL 73

STORY OF MY PET RAVEN TOMMY . .. 81

STORY OF PONGO THE MONKEY. .. 89

STORY OF WILLIE THE PAROQUET .. 103















STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.




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S^ 1-.< Y parents were farmers,
and they kept cattle
and horses, sheep and
swine, geese, turkeys,
r: hens, dogs and cats.
S -- When I was a very
S ..*-- little boy, one of our
hens sat on fourteen
eggs, and only hatched
one chicken. I was greatly disappointed, for
mother had told me a great many times during
three long weeks, that we should soon have a
fine brood. The old hen seemed to be very
proud of her one chick for a while, and made a
great fuss over him; but in two weeks she began







10 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

to be tired of spending her whole time in bring-
ing up one. Now and then she felt so annoyed
that she pecked him, when the poor little thing
would peep and cry most bitterly, but still it
kept close to her. Sometimes she scratched
away very industriously to find him food, and
the chicken would run to the spot where she
stirred the earth to see if he could find any choice
bits; and every now and then she would strike
him with her feet and throw him quite to a
distance. Sometimes he struck on his back;
and once it hurt him so that I had to go and put
him on his feet again. "Peep, peep, peep,
peep," he cried, as he limped towards her, while
she kept scratching and eating as though she
were not at all sorry for what she had done. In
three weeks from the time he was hatched, she
cast him off; for she pecked him so every time
he went near her, that the little helpless thing
was glad to keep away. I felt sorry for him, for
he went about crying all day, and all the other
hens pecked him if he went too near them.
When father came home, the day after the hen
had ceased feeding her chicken, I told him all
about it, and he said that if I would take care of







MY PET ROOSTER. 11

him, 1 might have him for my own. This made
me very happy; so I went out and caught him,
and carried him into the house, and made him
some nice food, and when he had eaten all that
he wanted, I put him into a basket with some
wool. He was quite cold and tired, and he crept
under the wool and sat down, and then he peeped
away lovingly, until, as I told mother, he had
sung himself to sleep.
From that day I took the whole care of him.
My brother Sam, who was older than I, made a
cage for him, and I put him in with the wool, and
then I put in a little tin plate filled with water,
and I gave him all he wanted to eat. Sometimes
when it was fine, I would carry him out of doors,
and let him run about and pick up all that he
could find; but I always staid with him lest he
should get hurt. He now grew finely, and he
would run to me whenever I called him; and
when he was quite a large rooster, I let him go
where he pleased. He was the first pet I had
ever had, and so I called him Pet; and he knew
his name just as well as little boys and girls
know their's.
As he grew larger he became very handsome;






12 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

but my father and my brother Sam said that he
was a great coward, for although he went with
the other fowls, he would run away if the
cockerels, smaller than he, offered to touch him.
I felt vexed to have Pet called a coward; but I
could not deny it, for he was afraid of all the
young roosters and all the hens.
In the autumn, the roosters were all killed
except my pet and another. My brother wanted
to cut Pet's head off, because he was such a
coward; but I would not hear of it,-he was
mine, and I loved him dearly, and he liked me,
for he would still come whenever I called him,
just as he had been used to do.
He continued to grow larger all that winter,
and his feathers were very glossy and beautiful.
But the other cockerel used him shamefully, I
thought,-always running at him and pecking
him whenever he could get near him. His
spurs had now become quite long, and he a great
deal larger than the other rooster; but he was
just as cowardly, and he soon began to show it in
his looks. In fact he was hen-pecked, for even
the hens could beat him. Sometimes he looked
as though he felt ashamed of himself.






MY PET ROOSTER 13

That spring we set his mother upon eight hen's
eggs and six turkey's eggs, and she hatched them
all. Now she was a proud mother indeed! But
she soon left them to take care of themselves.
What a crying there was from those fourteen chicks
and turkeys! Now what do you think my Pet
did ? He went to them, and began to scratch, and
call them; and though they hardly knew what to
think of it, yet they gradually overcame their
fears, and followed him as readily as they did the
old hen. He tried to cluck, and I laughed and
clapped my hands when I heard him, it sounded
so comical. After a while he sat down and
gathered his adopted family under his wings;
and when he thought they were rested, he walked
off with them again, scratching and calling them
whenever he thought that he had found anything
they would like.
Some two or three hours after Pet had so kindly
adopted the forsaken family, old mother hen came
along, and thinking, I suppose, that he was med-
dling with what did not concern him, she went up
towards him very saucily, with her feathers all
ruffled, to drive him away. Oh! how mad he was;
he went at her in a fury, and pecked her till she






14 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

ran away screaming and cackling, and she never
offered to interfere again.
About a week after this, the other rooster
pecked one of the turkeys who ran up to him by
mistake; and then Pet was in a fury again, for he
flew at him, and struck him with his feet and
knocked him over. He got up and looked about
him in astonishment, and at last ran right away.
Bravo, Pet," I cried; "you are no coward, and
I always knew you were not, only you did not
want to be so wicked as to fight for nothing."
And now what a happy, proud fellow Pet was,
working all day for his children and sheltering
them at night! He was just as proud, my little
friends, as your parents are of you.
I told you of Pet's knocking over the other
rooster when he hurt one of the little turkeys.
It greatly surprised him, for no doubt he had long
thought that Pet had not an atom of spirit, big as
he was. To be treated so savagely by one he had
kept under so long, was not to be forgotten or for-
given. He nursed his wrath for a few days, and
then defied Pet to fight it out. Pet did not care
about fighting, until the other again hurt one of
his family, and then they went at it. A terrible






MY PET ROOSTER 15

battle they had. They pecked each other's heads
until they were very bloody, they knocked each
other over with their feet, and wounded each other
with their spurs; but Pet was victorious at last,
and then he was prouder than ever. As soon as he
had rested a while, he flew on to a fence, and
flapped his wings, and crowed very loud. His
strange behaviour frightened the chickens and tur-
keys very much, but he came down and called them
to him, made up with them, and then led them off
as proud as a turkey-cock. A few days after this,
the roosters fought again; but the battle was
quickly ended, and Pet was again the victor. He
was now cock of the walk;" and in a fortnight
after, he told the chickens and turkeys that they
were old enough to take care of themselves, and so
he ceased to look after them.
There was a large cellar to our house, and it
had eight windows, with three panes of glass in
each. One day father said that somebody had
broken out a square of glass. Not long after there
was a square out of another window; and in a few
weeks, every window had a square of glass out
but one. It was a mystery to all the family but
me. The third square I saw broken, and it was






16 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

done by Pet. Passing by it he saw his shadow,
and he immediately got himself ready for a battle.
As he saw that his shadow did the same, he became
very angry, and he ruffled up his feathers and
pecked at its head, and at length struck the glass
with such power that he smashed out the whole
pane. I never laughed so loud in my life, but I
did not dare to say a word about it, lest they should
kill Pet.
After he had broken a square out of the seventh
window, he kept away for a week; but he was
anxious for a fight, so he went to the last one, and
he soon smashed that. Father happened to be at
work where he saw him do it, and feeling very
angry with him for breaking so much glass, he
went into the house, and got his gun, and shot
him. Oh! how I cried when I saw poor Pet lying
on the ground, all bloody and dying! I took him
up in my arms; and he looked at me so pitifully,
that I cried still more. He was soon dead, and
then they stripped off his feathers, dressed him,
and cooked him for dinner; but I would not eat a
mouthful of him.















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FELT so sad about Pet,
that father bought me a
dog, a little puppy, and
I called him Ponto;
and now I was quite
happy, for I had some-
Sthing to play with. Pon-
to was a very handsome
L dog, and he was good-
natured and playful. He soon became very fond
of me, and we were seldom separated. We used
to lie down on the green grass, and tumble over
each other, and have a regular frolic. I taught
him to go after small sticks, when I threw them
as far as I could. He soon learned to keep on
searching until he had found the right piece, when
he would bring it and lay it down at my feet, and
then look up in my face as though asking me to
throw it again.







20 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

Not far from the house there was a pond of water
which was very deep. I used to take Ponto
down to the pond, and throw in pieces of wood,
for the fun of seeing him dive in after them, and
when, the water was not too cold, he liked it as
well as I. I taught him to jump over my hands
when I held them as high as I could reach,-
to roll over and bark for a choice bit of meat,
-to give me his paw and shake hands with me,
while standing on his hind feet,-to nod his head
for yes, and shake it for no,-to hold a piece of
bread or meat on his nose, and throw it into the
air and catch it when I had counted ten,-and a
great many other things. I used to tell mother that
I thought he would make a good scholar, if he
could talk and go to school. Oh such fun as he
used to have with my little kitten, a beautiful
little creature! but I will tell you about her by-
and-by.
Ponto grew every day, until he was a large,
handsome fellow. He was always cleanly in
his habits, as good little children are, and as all
little children should be. He became a famous
hunter, and often went hunting with Brother Sam,
when he would rouse the plovers, and would






MY DOG PONTO. 21

run to bring Sam those which had been shot.
When Sam and Ponto came home, how glad
Ponto was to see me! He would frisk about,
and give signs of the greatest pleasure.
Brother Sam, (so people said in our neighbour-
hood,) was a genius, for he could make almost
anything he pleased. On rainy days he built a
pretty little boat for our pond; and he named
her Pretty Polly, and she was pretty! and how
fast he could make her shoot through the water!
He took me and Ponto in it a great many times,
which we enjoyed very much. Brother Sam
always cautioned me about going into the boat
alone; but one day when I and Ponto were play-
ing near the pond, he leaped into the boat, and
jumped about and barked, as though he were try-
ing to ask me to get in and have a row. I felt
that I was not doing quite right, but into the
boat I got, and untied the rope which held it, and
the wind blew us away from the shore. I enjoyed
it a little while, until I began to wonder how we
should get back again, as I had never rowed a boat
in my life. When I had been in it long enough,
I thought I had better try and row back to the
shore; so I took the oars and paddled as well as I
B






22 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

could, but I only made the boat go round and
round. I now began to feel very much alarmed;
and Ponto, who had watched my efforts with much
interest, looked up in my face and wagged his
tail, as though saying that he wished to help me.
The wind now began to blow quite hard, and
I felt that something must be done; so I spoke to
Ponto, and took hold of the rope, and pointed to
the shore. He understood me, for he leaped into
the water, and took the rope in his mouth, and
swam towards land, dragging the boat after him.
But as the wind blew more heavily, he became
tired, and stopped, as though doubtful whether he
could succeed. I got up to try and help him take
hold of the rope nearer the boat, when suddenly
the boat tipped, and I plunged in, and sank. As
soon as I rose, Ponto caught me by the collar of
my jacket, and dragged me to the shore. I was
as wet as I could be, and nearly frightened out of
my senses. How glad Ponto was to think he had
saved me! and I was very thankful to the brave
dog, for I knew that but for him I should have
perished.
As soon as I had got over my fright, I sent
Ponto after the boat, and the faithful creature soon






MY DOG PONTO. 23

brought it to the shore, when I fastened it and
went home. Great was my mother's surprise
when I went into the house, but I quickly told her
all, and she charged me not to go on the pond
again, without some one old enough to take care
of me. Of course, Ponto was now dearer than
ever.
A few months after this, a pedlar came to our
house and got leave to stop the night. He had
sold all his wares, and was on his way home.
He started very early next morning, before any-
body was up but brother Sam, and it was a long
time before we saw Ponto again. We always
supposed that the pedlar put him into his box and
locked him up, and so carried him far away.
Poor Ponto, such a good, faithful creature! long
did I mourn, feeling that you deserved a better
fate; and happy was I when you came back
again!
Ponto had been gone away'a whole year, and
we never expected to see him any more; but one
morning, before it was light, I heard a dog
scratching and barking at the door. The noise
awoke me from a sweet sleep. "It is Ponto!" I
cried ; and in the greatest delight I sprang out of






24 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

bed, and ran and unlocked the door, and let him
in. Oh you should have seen how glad he was.
He licked my hands, leaped into my lap when I
sat down, bounded about the room, and did a great
many queer things. When the rest of the family
came down, his joy was equally wild. Mother had
to push him away, he wanted to lick her hand so
many times.
Where Ponto had been all this time, we could
never learn; but he tried as hard to tell us as
ever a dog could. He had had a hard time, for he
was very lean, and his hair looked rough, though
when he was with us it was smooth and pretty.
He came and held up his fore leg to me, and when
I looked at it, I found that it was sore. I called
Sam to look at it, and he said that Ponto had been
shot. Sam washed and dressed the wound, and
before many days it was quite well.
Ponto was soon as fat and handsome as ever, and
he would often show his delight at having found
his old home again. I now taught him, when I
was sent on errands, to carry my basket for me,
and after a while he would go to the shops alone.
Mother would write on a piece of paper the names
of the things she wanted, and put it into a covered







MY DOG PONTO. 25

basket; and Ponto would go and get them, just
as nicely as any little boy or girl could have
done. On my next birthday, father gave me a
collar to put round Ponto's neck, with the letters
" F. F." on it, and the words Garston Vale" to
show who was his master, and where his home
was.
Ponto was a good watch-dog, and barked very
loud at night if any one came near. Several
houses near our's were robbed, and the bad men
who were about the village wished to get into our
house too. But Ponto made such a noise that
father got up, and threw open his window, and
called out, "Who's there ?" He saw no one, but
he could hear some men running out at the garden
gate. I am sure Ponto would not have let the
pedlar carry him off so quietly, if he had not seen
me talking to the fellow the night before, but that
must have made him think we were very good
friends, and so he was off his guard.
When first Ponto was given to me, I had felt
very glad that I did not live in China or in the
South Sea Islands, where they bake young dogs,
and think them good to eat. I knew that though
Pet had been dressed for dinner, there was no fear







26 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

of my ever seeing my little puppy cooked. But I
could not keep Ponto for ever. One winter, when
father and Sam went together into the woods
chopping, Ponto went with them; and as they
were cutting down a tree, it fell on to poor Ponto
and killed him. Sam brought him home on a load
of wood, and when I saw him I cried a great deal.
I had a box made for him, and when I had put
him into it, Sam dug a hole in the ground and
buried him. I felt sad about it for a long time.
But after all it might have been worse. He might
have been stolen once more, and never come back;
then I should have been afraid he was being badly
used, and growing lean again; but now I knew
he had no more pain to suffer. When mother
told me this, I felt happier. I have no more to
tell you about faithful dog Ponto !













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NE day I had been play-
ing with Ponto for a long
: I time, so long that I be-
"i came very tired; so I lay
i down on the grass, and
let Ponto go where he
pleased. After I was a
little rested, I thought I
would get up and see if
I could find Ponto; and as I was looking round,
I saw him coming towards me with something in
his mouth. He came right up to me and laid at
my feet a little mite of a Maltese kitten.
Where in the world, Ponto," said I, did
you get that kitten ?"
I have no doubt that Ponto would have been
glad to tell me; but as he could not talk, he could
not answer my question. He seemed mightily







30 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

pleased with his prize, for he stood wagging his
tail and looking very much delighted.
At first I wondered if the little thing was alive;
but I did not wonder long, for it began to cry,
"Mew, mew," and it had just the littlest voice, as
little as itself. I pitied the little thing; so I took
it up and looked at it closely, Ponto all the time
showing the greatest interest. I resolved to carry
it home, which I did immediately.
What have you brought home now ?" inquired
my mother.
A little Maltese kitten," I replied.
Where did you get it ?" she asked.
Ponto brought it to me," I answered.
Ponto," said my mother, "is a queer dog; he
is always up to something strange. Bring the
kitten to me."
"It's a pretty, little, innocent thing," I said,
as I gave it to her.
So it is," she said, after she had looked at it,
"very pretty; what do you want to do with it ?"
Please, mother," I said I should like to keep
it for my own."
Well, you may," she replied, only you must
take the whole care of it."







MAGGIE THE KITTEN. 31

I shall be very glad to do that," said I; and I
thanked her very much.
The kitten was cold and frightened, and she
trembled all over; so I put her down near the fire.
Then I got some milk and warmed it, and held it
to her mouth until she learned how to take her food.
She soon began to look pleased with what I had
done for her, and she lay down and went to sleep,
I and Ponto watching her. I never saw a dog
take such an interest in a cat before.
The next day the kitten began to creep about a
little, and seemed happy to have me hold her,
while I smoothed, with my hand, her very fine and
soft fur. I named her Maggie; and now I had
two pets at once, Ponto and Maggie.
Maggie soon grew larger and stronger; and she
was the cunningest and prettiest little kitten that
I ever saw. What frolics Ponto and she had! He
delighted to have her near him, and would lie
down with his face towards her, when she would
box his ears with her paws, jump upon his back,
and turn a somerset over his head. Sometimes I
put her on to his back, and taught him to walk her
about the room, which she seemed to like very
much.






32 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

I now taught her to jump over my hands as I
had taught Ponto,-while the latter looked on,
now and then giving me a glance as though ask-
ing if he might share in the fun.
After Maggie had learned to jump as well as
Ponto, I began teaching them to jump over my arm
one after the other, and then I had great sport.
Over Maggie would go; and Ponto after her; then
round, and over again. Mother was sometimes so
amused that she had to stop, and sit down, and
laugh. When I and Ponto were tired of playing
with her, she would amuse herself by running after
her tail. Round and round she would go very
quickly.
I never was cruel to Maggie but once, and then I
did not mean to be cruel. In our wood-pile was a
hollow log, and one day, when I was playing with
her, I put her into one end of the log and let her
creep through. I did this so many times that she
began to sulk about it, and would not come out,
though I called her for a long time.
Well, Miss Maggie," said I, I never saw you
so contrary before, but I'll pay you for it:" so I
stopped up both ends of the log, and went into the
house, intending, after a while, to let her out.






MAGGIE THE KITTEN. 83

I was very tired that night, and I went to bed
soon after supper, without ever thinking of poor
imprisoned Maggie. The next morning, when
brother Sam went out to get some wood, he heard
her crying. Mew, mew, mew, mew," she said;
so Sam looked all round to see where she was, but
to his surprise he could not see her anywhere. He
looked under the wood-pile, and over the fence,
into a barrel, and various other places, for the cry
sometimes seemed to be in one place, and some-
times in another, as he went from spot to spot. At
length, Sam grew weary of the search; so he
carried in some wood, and then took Ponto out to
help him find Maggie. Ponto soon told him where
she was. Sam laughed heartily when he found the
ends of the hollow log filled up with stones and
bits of wood, and Maggie there a prisoner. It had
been quite cold that night, and Maggie trembled a
great deal when he brought her in, which made me
feel so sorry that I cried; but as I sat near the fire,
Maggie came and crept into my lap, and I caressed
her, and gave her warm milk, telling her all the
while how sorry I was that I had fastened her up
and let her stay out in the cold all night.
Our well was very deep, and one day Maggie fell






34 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

into it. I heard her crying very loud, and when
I looked down into the well, there she was strug-
gling in the water, and trying to get hold of the
stones on the sides of the well, that she might save
herself. I let down the bucket as quickly as I
could, being careful not to strike her with it, and
she got hold of it, and I drew her up. She was
very wet, and she had got so hurt in falling, that
she could hardly crawl. I carried her into the house,
and laid her on a soft cushion near the fire; and
every day I took the greatest care of her. Ponto
helped to nurse her too, for he would lick her
wounds from time to time until she was well
again.
Maggie was a famous mouser, and mother liked
her much on that account, so that when she became
older and cared less for play, she was still a favourite.
Though she was old, she was just as cunning as
ever, for she would stand up on her hind feet and
unlatch the door, and push it open, and then quiet-
ly walk in. Sometimes we were ready to think
somebody was coming, when it was only the cat.
She remained in the family until she died of old
age.














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T the time that I was
old enough to attend
school, my aunt Rachel
S, was at our house, pay-
ing us a long visit.
SShe did not come very
I often; and when she
A did come we kept her
S as long as we could,
because we all liked her. She was very fond
of me, and I soon loved her almost as dearly as
I did my own mother.
When the day arrived for going to school, I felt
afraid, for I was so very shy. Aunt Rachel said
that if I would be a good boy, and go to school
like a little man, and go every day during the
half-year, and learn my lessons well, that she
would buy me a little pony. I was crying, but I
left off quickly; and then aunt washed my face
0







38 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

and combed my hair, and with a light and happy
heart I started for school. The first day was very
trying; but after that, I liked to go better than
to stay at home, for I wanted to learn, as children
always should.
At the close of the half-year my aunt was
much pleased to find I had got on so well; so
she bought me the pony, and I named him Billy.
I wish all the little folks who read this story could
have seen Billy; he was such a little fellow, and
such a beauty. His hair was black as jet,
and very fine and glossy. He was the prettiest
pony that I ever saw. He had a very intelligent
and handsome face, noble bright eyes, and little
pretty ears, which he was always pricking up.
My aunt bought me a little saddle and bridle,
and Sam put them on; and then he held him,
while I put my foot into the stirrup and sprung
on to his back. I fancy he knew pretty well that
I was not used to riding, for he backed, reared,
capered to the right and left, and at last kicked
up as high as he could, and threw me over his
head. I screamed, for I thought that I should be
killed; but my fall did not hurt me.
The next time I rode Billy, Sam led him until














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BILLY THE PONY. 41

I was accustomed to the saddle; and he taught
me how to hold the reins and guide the pony,
and I could soon manage him very well. He
tried to throw me off after Sam let go, but he
could not do it; and when he found that out, he
was gentle as a kitten; and such pleasant rides as
I had! Don't you think I felt happy then? I
assure you I did, for a pony was what I had
wanted more than all things else, and now I had
one of the best in the world.
After I could ride Billy well, Sam made a nice
carriage and harness, and we tackled Billy in. He
did not like it at first, but he soon became used
to it and behaved very well. I drove him all
over the village, and sometimes into the villages
next to our's. He was so pretty, and it was such a
curious sort of carriage, while I was such a little
driver, that everybody would come out to look at
us. How the boys and girls used to laugh and
clap their hands when I drove along! Sometimes
I used to take with me a little cousin of mine, and
then they called us the little couple.
When I was old enough, I had the whole care
of Billy, and then I took great pride in grooming
him so that his hair would look very glossy.






42 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

Once in a while he would put up his foot as
though he were going to kick me; but I was not
afraid, for I knew that he was only trying to
frighten me.
Billy, like my other pets, soon became very
fond of me, and so I taught him a great many
things which amused me and others very much.
He would run after me as fast as he could; and
when I stopped, he would rear and strike at me
with his fore feet, as though he meant to kill me,
but he was always sure not to hit me. Then he
would turn round and kick at me, throwing his
feet into the air in a very funny way. Sometimes
he would come towards me with his mouth wide
open, as though he would bite me and tear me to
pieces, and all this in play, though he looked as
if he were very much in earnest; and that only
made it the more laughable. Whatever he was
doing, I had only to say, Billy, come here," and
he would run and lay his head very lovingly upon
my shoulder.
One day I hurt my ankle so that I walked very
lame, and what did Billy do but try to walk just
as I did I then went more lame than was need-
ful, and Billy limped worse too. From that day






BILLY THE FONY. 48

I began teaching him to pretend that he was lame,
sometimes in one leg, and sometimes in all. One
morning when I led him up to the door, father
wanted to know what was the matter with him;
how we all laughed when Billy capered off, as
well as he ever was! It used to amuse the little
girls and boys very much to see Billy walk so very
lame, and then run, and jump, and caper about in
high glee.
Billy used to eat out of my hand. He would
lie down when I told him, and would roll over as
quickly as Ponto. I taught him to let Maggie
ride on his back, which she soon became very
fond of doing, and he was rather pleased to carry
so light a load. Billy liked Ponto, and Ponto
liked Billy, and they would run and chase each
other an hour at a time. It was great fun to
see them.
Ponto always went with us, when I rode on
Billy's back, or had him harnessed into the
carriage. Sometimes I took Ponto in, and then
Billy would prance off with us; and a nice drive
we both had! Billy wasn't a bit lazy, and ':
it was very pleasant to drive him.
Now I will tell you what I did with Billy






44 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

when I became old enough to ride a large horse,
and to drive father's gig.
I had a little cousin who lived about thirty
miles from where I did, and who was sickly, He
wanted such a pony to ride, for his little legs
were so weak that he could not walk much,
My cousin's father was too poor to buy a pony for
him; so, by the advice of my kind aunt Rachel,
I sent Billy to him. He was so pleased, that he
wrote me a letter which almost made me cry when I
read it. I felt grieved to let Billy go, for we liked
each other so much; but I knew that my cousin
needed him more than I did. So that was the last
I ever saw of Billy the pony.














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,tor of Nobb fly gbin.



SARLY one morning when
Sam was out in the
field, some distance from
the house, he saw a
,, large cat catch a young
S robin. In a moment he
had frightened the cat,
so that she dropped her
"prey, and ran off. Then
lie caught the little helpless thing, which trembled
very much, from having been so frightened. At
first, Sam thought he would let the bird go; but
he was so afraid the cat would catch him again,
that he brought him home and gave him to me,
promising to make a cage for him if I would
take good care of him. I readily promised to do
so, and in a few days a pretty cage was com-
pleted. I was very fond of the bird, and he soon
learned to love me, for I carefully fed him every






48 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

day. I used to take my little hoe, and go down
to the lower part of the garden, and dig worms for
him, for he was very fond of them. He soon
became a nice, handsome bird, and he learned a
great many things. Sam examined his head, and
said that he was very clever; that he knew a great
deal, and could easily learn more; so I took
pleasure in teaching him, because he could learn so
easily.
When his feathers had all grown, and he was a
full-sized robin, he delighted to fly up into the
trees, and go far away from the house, picking up
worms and insects for himself. Sometimes he
would be gone so long, that I became alarmed
about him; then I would go and call him-
" Bobby, Bobby !" and as soon as he heard me, he
would answer; and when I said, "Bobby, come
here," he would fly to me, and light upon my head
or shoulder, and talk away to me as prettily as ever
you heard a bird in your life. And then how
beautifully he used to sing, making his bright red
breast to quiver with pleasure!
Bobby liked much better to be out of the house
than in it, for then he could go where he pleased,
and find a great many things which he liked to eat.







BOBBY THE ROBIN. 49

By-and-by he chose not to answer when I called
him, until he had staid as long as he wanted to
stay; so that I had to hunt for him a long while,
and to call him a great many times. Once when
I called, he answered from a small wood; so I
went there after him, and I found him with quite
a flock of other robins. I called him by name, and
he came down, and I carried him home. After
that, he used to go to meet those robins very often,
and stay longer each time, until he left us entirely.
The next winter, on a cold day, we heard some
robins, and when we looked up at the window,
there were two trying to get in.
One of them is Bobby," said I.
So I said, Bobby, Bobby," and he answered
me. Then I opened the window, and in they both
came. Bobby's cage hung where it used to be, and
he flew and alighted upon it, and the other followed
him. I opened the door, and they went in, and
then I gave them as much as they could eat.
Bobby had been off and found him a mate; and
now that the cold weather was come he had
returned, and had brought his wife with him.
They staid with us all the winter, and until the
spring weather was quite warm, when they went






50 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

away again. They had been absent about two
months, when one day I heard a gun, a little way
from the house; and soon after Bobby flew in at
the door with his feathers all ruffled, looking very
much frightened. We always supposed that some-
body had shot his mate dead.
For afew days Bobby was contented to stay about
the house; but one day I found him with other
robins. I told Sam about it, and Sam clipped his
wings so that he could hardly fly at all, and now he
did not try to get away. He became more know-
ing than ever after this. I played with him a gref,'
deal every day. When I put my hand towards
him, he would peck at it: then I would suddenly
draw it away, and then put it towards him again,
and so he would repeatedly try to bite it. How
many times I said, Mother, look at Bobby !" He
used to go with me when I went into the fields,
for he knew that I would take good care of him,
and I liked his company very much. Once a
sparrow-hawk tried to kill Bobby when Ponto was
with us, and would have killed him if it had not
been for the dog. The hawk made a dive at
Bobby, and caught him. Bobby cried as loud as
he could, and Ponto sprang at the hawk and killed







BOBBY THE ROBIN. 51

nim in a minute. Bobby was much frightened,
and a little hurt; so I carried him home. Poor
fellow! after escaping so many dangers, he met
with a sad fate at last. I will now tell you how it
was.
Mother was very fond of Bobby as well as I,
and when the dry weather came, so that we could
not find any worms for him, she used to feed him
with bread and with beef-steak: and it was
astonishing how much he would eat. Why, he
would eat as much in a day as any little boy or
girl, although he was a hundred times smaller.
One day when I was away from home, she went
out and found Bobby, and carried him into the
house. Then she opened the larder, and said,
" Come, Bobby, come and get your dinner." She
took out the bread and the meat, but did not notice
Bobby. There was a shelf close by the bread-pan,
and he flew on to that, for he could fly a short dis-
tance, though his wings were clipped. Just as she
was shutting down the cover, Bobby hopped off the
shelf on to the edge of the pan, and the cover was
shut upon him. She turned round and sat upon
the lid, and said, "Bobby, come Bobby, come and
get your dinner;" but, not seeing him anywhere,







5 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

she lifted the lid, and there he lay, crushed to
death, for he was just breathing his last breath.
Poor Bobby-how sorry we all felt to lose him so!
Sam composed these verses for me, and put them
in a frame, which I hung at the head of my bed:-


IN MEMORY OF BOBBY

Our home was bless'd with a pretty bird,
Whose song was the sweetest that ever I heard.
His wings were dark, and his breast was red-
But he sings no more, for Bobby is dead.

Not slain was he, like robin of old,
And laid on his bier so still and cold;
That deed was done by a wicked sparrow,
Who shot him dead with his bow and arrow !

'Twas food Bobby sought, and he hopp'd unseen
To the rim of the pan where the bread had been;
And this is the way he lost his breath,
The lid went down, and crush'd him to death.

Now mourn for cock-robin, the gentle bird,
With song the sweetest that ever I heard;
His warbling is hush'd, and his notes are still;
In death he sleeps, down under the hill.
















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ftoq of mD NIadh Yamb &SP



SUST as I got up one
Beautiful May morning,
""_ y my father brought into
the house a little black
lamb. Oh, how black he
S : was! just as black as a
negro.
"I have brought you
". a new pet," he said,
addressing me.
"What in the world did you bring that black
thing into the house for ?" asked my mother.
Because," said my father, the old sheep
would not own it; and I could not bear to let the
poor little thing perish."
"May I have it for my own ?" I inquired.
Yes," said my father, if you will take good
care of it."







56 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

I don't see what made the old sheep disown
it,'.' said my mother.
Because it is black, I think," I replied.
What will you name her ?" asked my father.
"Topsy," I said.
I now went and got some milk, and poured it
into a pan, and set it down before the lamb.
"Eat your breakfast, Topsy," said I; but she
only lifted her head, and bleated very pitifully.
I then took hold of her, and held her mouth to the
milk; but she did not know how to drink it.
If you don't eat," I said, you will never get
strong and large, and you will starve to death."
How shall I manage her, I thought ? Just then
it popped into my head that she would suck my
finger; so I put my fingers into the milk, and then
neld the dish to her little black mouth, gently
pressing my first finger against it. She soon took
hold of it, and commenced sucking, and in that
way drew up the milk, until she had had as much
breakfast as she wanted. I fed her in the same
way a number of times in the day, and every day
after, until she could feed herself. She grew
finely, and was one of the happiest little creatures
you ever saw. How she would jump and frisk






MY BLACK LAMB TOPSY. 57

about! When little boys and girls came to see me,
Topsy would go with us to a pretty green, and
play with us for a longtime. She would run after
us, and cut the queerest capers, sometimes jumping
up quite high.
Topsy was so fond of me that she wanted to go
with me wherever I went. She would follow me
from place to place, as long as I would let her.
Once I lay down on the ground, and kept perfectly
still. When Topsy came up, I did not breathe.
She put her mouth down to my face, and held it
there for some time; and if she had not taken it
away just when she did, I could not have held my
breath any longer. She then tried to turn me
over with her feet. After a while I suppose she
thought I was dead, for she bleated very loud and
piteously. She again put her mouth down to
mine, and immediately started for the house,
bleating all the time. After she had gone some
distance, I got up and called her.
Topsy, Topsy," I said, "come back."
She stopped and turned round, and seeing that
I was upon my feet, she came bounding back,
seeming very glad that I was still alive. She ran
to me, and jumped about in great glee.






58 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

Topsy's saddest time was when I went to school;
she used to cry for me every now and then through
the day. When she followed me, I used to send
her back, which she seemed to think very hard.
One summer day, when she came after me, I told
her she must go home and stay with my mother,
and be a good Topsy. She seemed to know what
I said well enough, for she turned back, bleating
as she went. In a few minutes I thought I heard
something stepping along very softly, and I looked
back, and there she was close to me. I stopped and
called her, and she came to me very gladly.
"You naughty Topsy," said I, "to follow me
when I told you not. Go straight home this
minute, or I will get a stick and beat you." I
spoke up just as sharply as the school-mistress
Topsy turned away bleating very sadly. Just
before I got to the school, I looked back and saw
that she was lying down and watching me.
About an hour after school had begun, the door
being open, in came Topsy. The school-mistress
sprang to turn her out, but Topsy ran at her and
butted her as hard as she could. You should have
heard the children laugh. They clapped their
hands, and screamed with delight.











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"Please, ma'am," I said, that is my lamb, my
Topsy; please don't hurt her."
"I will see if she will run at me again," she
said, taking her rod.
Topsy, feeling now that she was in danger, ran
to me, and I put my arm round her to shield her
from harm.
"Take her out of the school-room," said the
mistress, and don't let her come here again."
I called her out, and told her to go home, and
she went very quickly.
About a week after this she came into the school
again, making the children laugh very much. I
took her out, and told her she must go home that
very minute. I had scarcely entered the house, and
got to my seat, when in she came again. I went
out with her once more, and as she would not go
home, I took a little switch, and beat her. She
now set off in the direction of our house; but I
never saw her afterwards, and we never learned
what became of her. Sam thought she was
stolen; I fancied she took herself off because I
had beaten her; mother said she must have lost
her way; father believed she might have been
driven off by a dog. We looked everywhere for







62 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

her, and asked everyone who lived near. But it
was all in vain. I did not fret much after her,
because for a long while I kept thinking she
would come back as Ponto had done. I forgot
that sheep have not so much sense as dogs have.
By degrees we left off talking about Topsy,
when we found we had nothing new to say.
Sometimes the boys at school used to teaze me
about her. "Where's your black beauty ?" said
rude Fred Simpson. "Why do white sheep eat
more grass than black ones ?" asked droll Tom
Potton. Perhaps you know the riddle. I tried
hard to guess it, but I had to give it up. So Tom
told me the answer, Because there are more of
them !"
















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UITE early one spring
we had a goose sitting
on fourteen eggs, and
she hatched them all.
It was very early in
S" thle spring, and father
thought it best to take
the goslings from their
'\ '- mother, and bring them
up by hand. Poor little fellows, they felt it very
hard to lose their mother so soon, and of course
the old goose did not like it at all, but she soon
forgot them and took to laying again, and in a
little while she had a dozen more. Father said,
when he took the goose away and shut her up,
that he should expect me to take care of the
goslings. He knew that I should like to do that,
because I was so fond of pets. Sam made a nice






66 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

little pen for them, and I put in a lot of wool to
keep them warm, when they were tired and
wanted to go to bed. As soon as the sun went
down, they would all get under it as well as they
could, and cuddle very closely. But for fear that
they might not be warm enough, I used to go and
cover them all nicely with wool, and then they
would talk to each other very lovingly, until they
went to sleep. Every day I fed them a number
of times, and I kept a dish filled with water, so
that they could wash themselves, and so that they
could drink when they were thirsty. Before many
days they forgot all about their mother, and gave
all their love to me. How they would run when
I called them! they liked to have me take them
up; and they would cuddle closely down in my
lap, and seem very happy. Before many days
they began to run so far away, that Sam made a
little yard for them, which they could not get out of.
What pretty little green fellows they were, and
how many happy hours I spent in taking care of
them! I know nothing prettier than young
goslings.
I have told you of the pond, where the boat
was, and how I fell in, and Ponto dragged me






FOURTEEN PET GOSLINGS. 67

out, and so saved me from drowning. There was
another pond on the other side of the house, which
we called the duck-pond, for it was a little pond,
and the ducks and geese used to be a great deal
there.
Every year we used to set our hens on ducks'
eggs; and when the hens went with the pretty
little ducks near this pond, in the ducks would
run, and swim all about, while the hens would
look very much frightened lest they should be
drowned. They supposed the ducks were chickens,
and no wonder they were afraid when they saw
them go into the water. I fancy that after a
while they thought them very queer chickens, to
stay in the water an hour at a time, and be all the
better for it!
As the ducks took to the water so naturally, I
thought the goslings would do the same; so one
day I put them into a basket, and carried them to
the pond, but they would not stay in the water
any longer than they could help, and seemed to
be very much afraid; so I had to carry them
back, as they would not stay, and swim about,
and enjoy it.
We had a large wooden sink in our kitchen, and






68 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

that was taken out and a new one put in its place.
One day, when a little cousin was at our house,
we plugged up the hole in the old sink, and then
we lifted it on to the wheelbarrow, and wheeled it
to the pond, and put it in. We soon found that
it was perfectly water-tight; so we got it, and
paddled about until we could steer it just where
we pleased. We then went for the goslings, and
put them into the sink; then we got in with them,
and rowed to the centre of the pond, when we
stopped, and put the goslings into the water.
They cried a great deal; but we paddled off,
and they swam after us. We welt all about
the pond, and they still followed us. It was fine
sport, paddling about in that old sink, and those
fourteen little goslings going just where we did.
It was so amusing, that father, mother, and
brother Sam soon came out to see the fun. After
that I used to take them out nearly every day,
and the children of the neighbourhood would come
to see them swim after me in the old sink. After
the first trial, the goslings had no more fear of the
water. When they grew larger they would go
to the pond alone; or if I got into the sink and
paddled off, they would follow me.





























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FOURTEEN PET GOSLINGS. 69

Early one morning we were woke up by a loud
noise. A pole-cat had got into the farm-yard;
the goslings began to cackle with all their might,
till at last Sam fetched Ponto, who soon fell upon
the creature, and killed it. In the evening, Sam
told me that Rome was once saved by the cackling
of geese; in the dead of night, some soldiers had
got up to the top of the wall; not a watchman
had seen them, not a dog had barked; but the
geese began to scream, and then the Roman army
woke up, and rushed out, and beat the soldiers
back. I felt very proud of my goslings. They
had not saved a city, it is true, but they hepd
helped to rid our farm-yard of an enemy. I
thought they deserved to be made much of. But
no one else seemed to think as I did.
When Michaelmas came, the goslings were all
grown, so that they were as large as the old geese;
so father and Sam, though it made me feel very
sad, killed them all, and stripped off all their pretty
white feathers; and then mother trussed them
very nicely, and they were carried to market, and
sold for Michaelmas dinners; and so I lost my
fourteen pet goslings.
I took one of the quills, and tried to make it







70 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

into a pen. But it was too soft, for I had never
thought of hardening it. I took another, and
tried to bake it-; but that would not do. The
next day, mother put some alum and water on the
fire, and when quite boiling, she dipped the round
part of a quill in, and when it had been put by
for a little time it was all right. But I did not
keep it long. I cut, and cut at it, till I had cut
it all away. Father told me I had been wasteful,
for he had once heard of a gentleman who wrote
a very long book, and wrote it all through with
one single quill, so that when he had done, he
made the following verse,-

"With one sole pen, I wrote this book,
Made of a gray goose-quill;
A pen it was, when I it took,
A pen I leave it still."

You see, if I had only taken better care of my
quill, I might have written this story about my
goslings with one of their own feathers.














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"=- - ECAUSE I felt so sorry
"- ; ; to have all my pet gos-
,' lings killed, Sam bought
from one of the neigh-
bours a gray squirrel.
He was a pretty little
fellow, and as tame as
la kitten. I was very
much pleased with my
present, for he was so young that I knew that I
could teach him to do many things which would
be very interesting. We had a bird-cage, but no
cage fit for a squirrel; so father bought a very
nice one, with a great wheel for the squirrel to
turn. When I put the squirrel into his cage, he
ran into the wheel and began turning it very fast,
which pleased me very much. I now gave him
some walnuts, and `e broke the shells quickly,
and ate them with much relish.






74 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

I never had a pet long without giving it a
name. The goslings were an exception, and the
reason why I did not name them, was because
there were so many; and I knew well enough, if
I could find names for the whole fourteen, that,
as they always went in a flock, they never would
learn to distinguish their own names from the
names of their brothers and sisters. I called my
squirrel Boney, and after a while he knew his
name just as well as anybody.
One day Boney got out of his cage, and ran
out of the house, and went up a tree. I went
out and called him, and by-and-by he answered
me, so that I saw where he was; he would not
come down, but was just as perverse as some little
children are when they are called. I was afraid
he would get lost, if I let him remain there; so I
went in and got some nuts, and held them where
he could see them when I called him, and then
he came down quickly. While he was eating, I
took him up, and carried him to his cage, and
then how he did make the wheel spin round!
It was very funny to see him eat nuts. Give
him a walnut with a tough hard shell, and he
would sit up on his hind legs, and in a few






BONEY THE SQUIRREL. 75

seconds, with his sharp teeth, he would cut
through the shell and take out the inside. When
my little friends came to see me,-the little boys
and girls in the neighbourhood, or my cousins
who lived further off,-they would bring their
pockets full of nuts, so that they might have the
pleasure of seeing Boney crack them. They
would hold a nut towards him, and he would
reach his paw through the iron wires of his cage,
and take it, and immediately gnaw through the
shell, and take out the meat, and eat it.
But the most pleasant thing about Boney was
to see him turn the wheel. He liked to do that
better than anything else. After a while, I taught
him to turn it when I asked him. When my little
friends were looking at the squirrel, I would say,
"Boney, spin," and he would throw down his
nut, and run into the wheel, and make it whirl
so that you could scarcely see it. When I would
say, Boney, eat nuts," he would stop spinning,
and run back and eat nuts again. The children
used to say, Make him spin," and I would set
him to whirling the wheel. Then they would
say, Make him eat nuts," and so I would tell
him to do that. These different requests were






76 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

repeated a dozen times in an afternoon; but Boney
would mind me, though after a while he did it
just as though he thought they were imposing
upon him. Then they would ask if they might
tell him to spin, and they would do so; but Boney
"did not heed them in the least. He never would
mind anybody but me; and it had taken me a
long while to teach him : for the squirrel does not
get to know one person from another so easily as
other animals do, and it is very slow in learning
to obey orders.
Sometimes when I was at the other side of the
room, I used to call "Boney, Boney !" Then it
was very pretty to see how he would raise himself
up on his hind-legs, and stand listening, while his
fine bushy tail stood gracefully up like a plume.
I wish I could have seen him in his own forest-
home, and watched him cross a river, stretching up
his tail to the wind as if it were a sail.
We used to let Boney out, when the doors and
windows of the house were shut. He would run
about the room, and be at all sorts of tricks. He
would hide under the table, and then come peeping
out with his bright cunning eyes. He would leap
over the chairs, or climb up to my shoulder, and






BONEY THE SQUIRREL. 77

was seldom still a moment unless he had some-
thing to eat. But he troubled mother a great
deal by taking various things and carrying them
into his cage to make his nest of. At first no one
could tell who the thief was; but one day he was
seen to carry in a skein of thread, and then his
nest was overhauled. You would have laughed
to see what was in it.
There was a square of patchwork, five skeins of
black and yellow silk, a dozen skeins of thread,
two handkerchiefs, (one silk, and one cambric,) a
dish-cloth, pieces of silk, alpaca, calico, etc., a
number of artificial flowers, three or four kinds
of ribbon, a needle-book, and a pin-cushion.
We had a great laugh, when we saw the contents
of his valuable bed; after that, mother was more
careful to put such things where Boney could not
get them.
In spite of all the care we took, Boney somehow
got out of the house one day, and amused himself
by climbing different trees, and jumping from one
to another. At length a man came by with a
gun, and he saw something move among the
branches, and thinking it was a bird, he fired up
into the tree, and shot him. Mother heard the






78 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

report of the gun, and fearing Boney was shot,
she ran out to see. The stranger was looking up
into the tree. She also looked, and there was
poor Boney clinging to a branch. He soon lost
his hold of that, and fell to another, and there he
held as long as he could, and so on until he fell
to the ground dead. The man who shot him was
very sorry, when he found that he had killed my
squirrel; and I felt as much grieved as I did when
mother crushed poor Bobby under the lid of the
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6- AM and a friend of
,,i his, one spring, found a
.c raven's nest with two
young ravens in it; and
-*.' B. Sam brought home one
of them and gave it to
me. I had never seen
"a tame raven, and I was
S very glad to have the
little black fellow, and I named him Tommy.
After he had got to be a little larger, Sam began
teaching him to talk; and to my great surprise
he learned to say a number of words. He used
to call Sam, speak his own name, and say, Good
morning," "How do you do, sir ?" "I won't,"
"Mind your business," etc.
When he was grown, he became a very know-
ing bird, but he was full of mischief. When I






82 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

wanted him, I used to call, Tommy, Tommy,"
and he would say, "What do you want ?" "Come
here," I would answer. "I won't, I won't; mind
your business, mind your business," he replied;
but after a while he would come.
He was very fond of going with me, and liked
to sit on my shoulder, as I walked along; or he
would fly short distances, keeping a little ahead
of me, and sometimes behind me. I used to like
to have him with me because he could talk, and
that is what my other pets could not do, though
I used to think that some of them tried.
He was one of the most cunning and mis-
chievous creatures you ever saw. Every few
days, by some unaccountable means, a silver
spoon would be missing. No one could tell what
had become of it. We were suspicious of our
hired man and our maid, but we thought it best
to watch them, rather than accuse them.
Now, who do you suppose the thief was ? You
will no doubt guess that it was Tommy; and
you will guess right.
One day I saw Tommy with a silver spoon in
his mouth, and I followed him; so the rogue
threw it down, and flew off, saying, when I told







MY PET RAVEN. 83

him to stop, "I won't, I won't; mind your busi-
ness, mind your business." He looked very saucy
about it, and I thought he knew where the rest of
the spoons were.
A few days after this, I saw him take a spoon,
and fly out of the window. This time I used
more caution. I watched the thief, but I did not
let him see me. I saw him carry the spoon, and
tuck it into a hole in the wall. I immediately
ran out, and he flew off saying, Mind your busi-
ness, mind your business." There I found all the
missing spoons.
Not long after, a man came to pay father two
hundred pounds for some land. As the money
lay on the table, Tommy flew and took it into his
mouth, and went through the window, and
alighted on the well-curb. We all ran out
after him, and he flew from there to a fence, and
then to the top of the house. I immediately ran
in, and got some food for him; so I said, Tommy,
come and get your dinner." What do you think
that cunning raven did ? He wanted the food, but
it did not suit his fancy to give up the money; so
he just tucked it under a shingle on the top of the
house, and then he flew down. Sam went up the
F







84 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

ladder and got the notes, all safe and sound; but
I assure you it was exciting enough for a few
minutes, for, you know, two hundred pounds
don't grow on every bush.
One day Tommy stole my pocket-handkerchief,
and when he came into the house I struck him
with a little stick, and told him to go and get it.
He was very angry, and he said, very loud, I
won't, I won't; mind your business, mind your
business." By watching him, however, I at last
found it.
I wanted to cure him of his bad ways, so I held
up my pocket-handkerchief when I had found it,
and said angrily "Thief! thief!" At dinner-
time I held up a spoon, and again I shook my
head at him, and said "Thief! thief!" But we
found this would not do. He only learned to say
the word, and he used to say it at wrong times.
Brother Sam had lately become clerk at an office.
He was a good, steady, trusty lad; but he had a
fellow-clerk who was idle and dishonest. The
gentleman who employed them, saw that there
was something wrong in the books, but he had
not yet been able to find out where the fault lay.
One afternoon he came to call at our house, as







MY PET RAVEN. 85

father and he had long been friends. While he
sat talking about one thing and another, Sam came
home; and no sooner did Tommy see my brother
than he called out "Sam! Sam! Thief! Thief!"
We saw that Sam's master looked as if he feared
it was true; and though we told him how the
raven had learned to say these words, he did not
seem quite easy. But he watched very closely,
and after a time he found clear proof that it was
not Sam, but the other clerk, who had been
wickedly cheating him. I learned to take good
care what words I repeated to the bird
As for Tommy, he never learned to do better,
but the older he grew, the more mischievous he
became, until he would steal anything that he
could, and hide it. Sam had bought an elegant
gold watch. He had just fastened a gold chain
to it, and laid it upon the table, when Tommy,
having his eye upon the bright, handsome thing,
flew from his perch, and took it in his bill; but
in his haste he did not take a firm hold of the
chain, and he dropped the watch to the floor,
breaking the glass and the main-spring. How
angry Sam was! and roguish Tommy soon felt
the effect of it, for he caught him and wrung his







86 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

neck. I think Sam was sorry in a minute after,
when he saw that he had killed Tommy. Of
course I felt ready to cry, but father and mother
said that they were glad the plague was dead.
Now we all liked Tommy but for one thing,
and that was theft; and if he never had stolen
anything, Sam would not have killed him. Theft
is a very bad thing, and I hope my little readers
will never be guilty of it. Remember the fate of
Tommy. Tommy knew no better; but little boys
and girls know that it is a wicked, and cruel, and
disgraceful thing to steal.















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'iI 'IIILE telling these sto-
I ies, I have spoken ofmy
bother Sam as though
he were the only brother
I had. Of course you
I know that his name was
SSamnuel, but then every-
body called him Sam for
"short, and if he had
been spoken of as Samuel, I don't think anybody
in our neighbourhood would have known who was
meant.
Sam was always saying very queet things, and
once when some young folks were at oui house,
they began talking about people's haviiig double
names, and the remark was made that all present
had double names but Sam and me. He told
them that they were mistaken about him; for






90 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

he had a double name as well as the rest-Sam
was one name, and uel, pronouncing it Yu-el, was
the other, which made them all laugh.
I had another brother whose name was John,
and the boys all called him Jack. When he was
twelve years old, he wanted to go to sea; but my
parents would not hear a word about it, and so he
ran away. He left home to visit a cousin, and to
spend a week with him; but he only stopped one
day, and then went to London, and shipped for a
voyage to Africa. We all felt much grieved, but
there was no help, for he was far away on the
blue waters before we knew anything about it.
For a number of weeks after the vessel' sailed,
Jack thought that he should like life at sea much
better than on land; but by-and-by there came a
terrible storm, which so stirred up the ocean, that
Jack said the waves were as high as mountains.
It was a fearful time for many days and many
nights; and oh, how Jack wished that he had
never run away from home! He now felt that he
had done very wrong, and been very ungrateful to
his kind parents. At last the sailors saw land;
but it increased rather than quieted their fears,
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PONGO THE MONKEY. 91

thought if the storm continued another night, she
would strike, and all hands would be lost.
About sunset, the wind seemed to lull a little;
but it soon blew harder than ever. At ten o'clock
the vessel struck, and went to pieces, and all on
board perished but the captain and Jack. The
captain was a famous swimmer, and he succeeded
in reaching the shore, where he stumbled over
Jack, who seemed to lie lifeless on the ground.
Through his efforts, Jack was restored. The land
proved to be an island; and there the captain and
Jack lived, something after the style of Robinson
Crusoe. After two years, they were taken on board
by a ship which came in sight, and which belonged
to the same company as the one wrecked. The
commander died of fever the next week, and then
our captain, by wish of the mates and crew, took
the command for the voyage to Africa, which, on
the whole, proved a very pleasant one. Jack re-
turned home after an absence of four years, and
greatly surprised us, for we all thought that he
was dead. Now what do you suppose he brought
home for me ? I will tell you. A monkey.
You'll do now," said Sam, for you have got
a pet that will serve you for some time to come !"






92 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

I thanked Jack very much for bringing me a
monkey, for I had never dreamed of having such
a pet as that. I asked Jack what I should name
him: and he looked in the dictionary, and said
that Pongo was the name for the ape, a species of
monkey, and I had better call him that.
I soon found that I had one of the queerest pets
that ever lived; why, he could do almost every-
thing but talk, and he tried to do everything that
he saw anybody else do.
There was a very pretty girl at our house helping
mother, and one day Jack went up slyly behind
her, and gave her a box on the ear. Soon after
when she was standing near the table, Pongo
sprang on to it and struck her ear with his paw,
which so provoked her, that she boxed his ears
smartly; while we all laughed very heartily, it
seemed so funny. Pongo used to walk upon his hind
feet a great deal, and so we had a suit of clothes
and a little cap made for him; and then the
little boys and girls laughed very much when
they saw him, and they called him the little man-
monkey. He did not very well like to wear
his clothes; but he would sometimes try to put
them on, from the desire to imitate others.












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Brother John was a great smoker, and one day I
found Pongo in the kitchen, mother being away,
sitting in a chair just like anybody, smoking a
cigar. He had seen John smoke so many times
that he took the first opportunity to show how
manly a monkey could be. It made him very
sick, and he never wanted to smoke again, which
shows that monkeys are more sensible than some
people.
There was a carpenter's shop near our house,
and the workmen used to get Pongo in there fre-
quently, in order that they might laugh at his
funny tricks. He watched them very closely, and
when they went to dinner, as they left the door
open, he walked in and went to work; and by
the time they returned, he had spoiled a number
of things, besides dulling the tools. After this,
they always locked the door, till one day they
forgot it. Pongo watched them, and knew when
they fastened the door, and when they did not.
The very next time they left it unlocked, he im-
proved his opportunity to learn the carpenter's
trade. This time he did not injure anything but
the tools, but those he dulled sadly. It took the
men two or three hours to make them as sharp and







96 STORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD.

fit for use as they were before. They now entered
into a conspiracy to punish Pongo, and teach him
better manners. A few days after, Pongo was in
the shop at the time they usually went to their
dinners. They had ground a knife so that it was
very thin and sharp; and before leaving the shop,
each one drew the back of it across his left hand.
They then told Pongo to go out, when they also
left, leaving the door unlocked. Pongo imme-
diately opened it, went in, and took the sharp
knife, and drew it across his left paw and cut it half
off. He ran home, holding up his bleeding hand,
and crying very loud. Brother John, who had
learned to be quite a surgeon during his voyage,
immediately sewed up the wound, and then he
dressed it very nicely, and in a few weeks Pongo
was quite well again. After this the sailor Jack
was called Dr. John. Pongo always seemed to
feel that the carpenters had imposed upon him, for
he could not be induced to go into their shop
again.
A little while after this, father purchased a box
of candles; and in the evening four of them were
lit, and two were burned until nine o'clock, when
the family retired to rest. Ever since brother John






PONGO THE MONKEY. 97

brought Pongo home, we had been burning oil.
The monkey watched the process of lighting the
candles with great interest, and when a chair was
vacated near the table, he seated himself in it, and
touched them with his paws, to learn, I suppose
what sort of things they were.
At one o'clock that night, there was a loud cry of
fire, and a violent knocking at the front door,
which awoke father and Sam at the same moment.
Opening their eyes, and seeing a brilliant light,
they leaped from their beds, and cried "Fire!
Fire!" with all their might. Rushing to the
sitting-room, they beheld a scene which made
them roar with laughter. Their noise roused up
mother, John, and me, and we soon joined them.
The man who had given the alarm, and who
proved to be an old neighbour, was now invited in,
and we all joined in the laugh. What do you
suppose that mischievous Pongo had been doing?
It appeared that he first lit the four candles,
which were partly burned, and after admiring
them a while, but not being quite satisfied, he
went to the candle-box, and took out every candle
in it; but as there were no more candle-sticks, he
opened the cupboard, and brought out all the





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