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Title: Little Laddie
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Title: Little Laddie
Physical Description: 30 p. : ill. ; 23 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dodd, Mead & Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: Dodd, Mead & Company
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1883
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1883   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1883   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1883
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00052987
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002233167
notis - ALH3574
oclc - 62881296

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May was a lit-tle girl on-ly five years old.
One day her pa-pa came home and said
that he must go to Eng-land. "May," said
he, "would you like to cross the o-cean?"
May did not know what cross-ing the o-cean
was like at all, but she said yes. For the
next few days her mam-ma was very bu-sy,
and May tried to help, but I sus-pect that she
was not of much use, for she was too small.

At last the trunks were all packed and the
day came. They went down and got on
board the ship. Then a lit-tle noi-sy tug-
boat took them in tow. On they went past
the ci-ty and down through the har-bor mouth
where the wild ducks were fly-ing, and then
out to sea. May was pret-ty tired by this
time, and her mam-ma took her down in-to
a ti-ny room, where there were two beds that
looked as if they were made up on shelves.
May lay down on one, and soon fell a-sleep.

When she woke up she looked through a
lit-tle round win-dow in one side of the room,
which her mam-ma told her was a port-hole.
She could see a fish-ing boat not far a-way,
but the room seemed to pitch and toss a-bout
so that she lay down a-gain. Her mam-ma

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was ly-ing down in the oth-er bed. By and
by her pa-pa came and said that if they
stayed in that close room they would soon
be sea-sick. So he helped them up on deck.
But soon it grew dark, and then she went
down to her state-room, and was put to bed
for the night. It was ve-ry fun-ny to feel her
bed go-ing up and down, but she was too

tired to no-tice it long, and soon fell fast
She spent the whole of the next day on
deck. There was an-oth-er lit-tie girl on
board just her own age whose name was
Belle, and they soon be-came fast friends.
Poor mam-ma was quite sick and had to stay
in her berth all day, but nei-ther May nor
her pa-pa mind-ed the ship's mo-tion at all.
Her pa-pa had to dress and un-dress her, and
such a time as they had get-ting ev-ery-thing
but-toned right-ly! But at last it was all done.
Be-fore ma-ny days had passed mam-ma
was up, as well as ev-er. It was so pleas-ant
to sit in the fresh wind on deck and watch
the white sails o-ver-head as the wind filled
But when thir-ty days had gone by May
was quite read-y to land, and she was ve-ry
much pleased when the cap-tain told her that
they were not far from shore, and point-ed out
to her a lit-tle fleet of pi-lot-boats who were
on the look-out to lead ships in-to the har-bor.
Sure e-nough, that night they saw land, and

the next day they were a-gain on shore, in a
room that did not pitch up and down, and
where the bed was not a shelf. May was
ve-ry glad to see the flow-ers once more.

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One cold day in win-ter, when the snow was
John-ny and his sis-ter heard a rob-in call-ing:
"What is that?" said Ma-ry; "'Tweet,' it
cries, so sad-ly.

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Look if you can find it. I would help it
" There it is," cried John-ny, by that stump
it cud-dles,
Where the wind a-blow-ing, all the dry leaves

See, it tries to flut-ter! Is it lame, I won-der,
O-ver it the snow-flakes, and the ice-blocks
"Hurt it is," said Ma-ry; "go at once and
get it.
We will give it shel-ter, we will feed and
pet it.
But be care-ful, John-ny, try not to a-larm it,
Soft-ly go and catch it, so as not to harm it."
Out went John-ny, step-ping care-ful-ly and
Rob-in chirped a lit-tle from its ice-perch
"Rob-in dear," said John-ny, "do not now
be wary,
For I want to take you in, in to sis-ter Ma-ry."
And the lit-tie rob-in, on his love re-ly-ing,
Up to him went bold-ly, hop-ping, al-most
In his hand John took it, to his neck he
pressed it,
Bore it in where Ma-ry wel-comed and ca-
ressed it.

Bits of food they gave it. "Tweet," chirped
Rob-in gay-ly;
And till spring was nigh the two used to feed
it dai-ly,

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Then its wings were mend-ed, it was brave
and bon-ny,
And it sang its sweet-est songs for Ma-ry
and for John-ny.

And it sang its sweet-est songs for Ma-ry
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Lit-tle Ted-dy sat on the floor with a great
piece of bread and but-ter in his hand. By
him sat Tow-zer, his great friend and play
fel-low. Tow-zer thinks Ted is not ve-ry kind
not to give him some, for he is as hun-gry as
can be, and if Ted does not look out I think
he may per-haps snatch a mouth-ful or two.

Do you see the man on his hands and
knees? He is go-ing in-to his house. He
lives far a-way to the north, where ice and
snow last the whole year round.


His house is built of blocks of ice cut out
and piled to-geth-er. They are ve-ry warm
in-side, not-with-stand-ing that they are made
of ice, for they have no win-dows to let in
cold air, and the door is so small that they
have to creep in on hands and knees. The

men and wom-en who live in these hou-ses
al-ways dress in fur skins when they go out,
for it is ve-ry cold. The men hunt wal-rus-es,
as you see in the next pict-ure. The wal-
rus-es live in the wa-ter, but have to come to
the top ev-ery lit-tle while to breathe. The
men watch their chance and drive a spear
in-to them. The dogs look on with great in-
ter-est, for they know that if their mas-ter suc-
ceeds they will have a good din-ner.
The dogs in this cold coun-try have to work
hard. When their mas-ter wish-es to trav-el
he har-ness-es them up in sin-gle file be-fore
"a long sled. Then he wraps him-self up in
"a great ma-ny warm skins, takes his seat on
the sled, cracks a long whip, and a-way they
all go.
When they are trav-el-ling long jour-neys
the dogs get fed on-ly once a day, when they
halt for the night. Then they have to curl
them-selves up in the snow and sleep un-til
morn-ing, when they are har-nessed once more.
Their hair is ve-ry thick and warm, so that
they do not feel the cold as our dogs would.

Rid-ing on a sled must be fun, but I think

Rid-ing on a sled must be fun, but I think
I would rath-er go with-out it than to have
to live in such a house as these peo-ple do.

The clock is on the stroke of six,
The fa-ther's work is done;
Sweep up the hearth and mend the fire,
And put the ket-tle on!
The wild night wind is blow-ing cold,
'Tis drear-y cross-ing o'er the wold.

I know he's com-ing by this sign,
The ba-by's al-most wild;
See how he laughs, and crows, and stares;--
Heav-en bless the mer-ry child!
He's fa-ther's self in face and limb,
And fa-ther's heart is strong in him.

Hark! hark! I hear his foot-steps now-
He's through the gar-den gate;
Run, lit-tle Bess, and ope the door,
And do not let him wait!
Shout, ba-by, shout, and clap thy hands,,
For fa-ther on the thresh-old stands.


What a lot of lit-tle girls, and on-ly one boy.
His name is Char-lie. The girls have brought
all their pa-per dolls, and Char-lie has his
paint brush and is go-ing to give them all

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new dress-es. The girls are to have a doll's
par-ty to-mor-row. Char-lie can not on-ly give
them new dress-es of bright colors, but he
knows how to make their cheeks ro-sy.

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Here is lit-tie Ma-bel with her pets. First
there is Ro-ver the big dog, then there is
Tab the cat. Next comes Bun-ny the rab-
bit, who walks in-to the par-lor where he has
no busi-ness to be. Then there are the birds,
who have come out of their cage. But they
must have a care or pus-sy will spring up-on
them with her sharp claws.

When Lou woke up in the morn-ing she
did not know where she was at all. She sat
up in bed and looked a-round. This was not

her own room in the ci-ty. Just at that mo-
ment a cock crowed un-der the win-dow, and
then all at once she re-mem-bered that she
was at Un-cle Tom's in the coun-try. She
was out of bed in an in-stant, and be-gan to
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dress with all her might. She could hear her
lit-tle cous-in Pol-ly down stairs, and she put
on her dress with all haste to join her. When
she ran down the stairs she found Pol-ly on
her hands and knees be-fore a sau-cer of milk
with which she was feed-ing pus-sy.

Ve-ry soon break-fast was read-y, and Lou
thought she had nev-er tast-ed such good bread
and but-ter. As soon as the meal was o-ver
Un-cle Tom asked her if she and her cous-
ins did not want to ride to the hay-field in
the cart which was just go-ing there to bring
back a load. Of course they did. They
climbed up in-to the cart from be-hind, and
laughed and seized hold of each oth-er as the

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cart jolt-ed a-long o-ver the ruts in the road.
By and by, when they reached the field, they
all jumped out, and while the men were load-
ing the cart they played hide and seek be-
hind the piles of fra-grant hay and bur-ied
one an-oth-er up in arm-fuls of it. When
the cart was load-ed Un-cle Tom put them

up on top of it. Lou thought that at one
time she should be swept off, for the branch-es
of the trees were so low that they brushed
a-gainst her; but no such ac-ci-dent hap-pened.
By the time they reached the barn it was
half-past ten. Ralph pro-posed that they
should go to the house and get a sand-wich.
But when they had eat-en it Lou's moth-er
called her to come in and take a nap, and
we will leave her fast a-sleep.

These two wick-ed boys have sto-len a
bird's nest with young birds in it. See how
the old birds are troub-led. They must put
it back or the young birds may die.

Come, Dim-pie Chin and Mer-ry Eyes.
God's glo-ry light-eth up the skies,
And lit-tie folk like you should rise,
For the old world says, "Good morn-ing."

See how the sau-cy sun-beams peep,
And round be-hind the cur-tains creep,
Sur-prised to find you still a-sleep,
Though the old world says, Good morn-ing."

Of course the dow-ny pil-lows coax,
And drow-sy head-ed lit-tie folks
Are apt to think it all a hoax,
"When the old world says, "Good morn-ing."

Haste, chil-dren! ear-ly hours are fleet;
They tar-ry not with la-zy feet,
That they the sleep-y ones may greet
TWith the old world's sweet "Good morn-ing."

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Poor dash has hurt his foot, and his mas-
ter has wet a cloth with lin-i-ment, and is
bind-ing it up, so that it may get well.

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