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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 The lost kitten
 The donkey's riddle
 The hard lesson
 A bird song
 Escaped
 The quarrelsome kittens
 A spring day
 Old winter
 Ben the fisherman
 The two hunters
 The two goats
 A milking song
 Mary Hope's plan
 The jolly fisherman
 A farewell
 Back Cover






Title: Over the hills and far away
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Title: Over the hills and far away
Physical Description: 46 p. : ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Greenaway, John, 1816-1890 ( Engraver )
Staples, John C ( Illustrator )
Giacomelli, Hector, 1822-1904 ( Illustrator )
Dodd, Mead & Company ( Publisher )
Argyle Press ( Printer )
Butterworth and Heath ( Engraver )
Publisher: Dodd, Mead & Company
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: Argyle Press
Publication Date: c1882
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Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1882
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
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Statement of Responsibility: illustrated.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
General Note: Some illustrations engraved by J. Greenaway and Butterworth & Heath, and some illustrations by John C. Staples and H. Giacomelli.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Front Matter
        Page 3
    Frontispiece
        Page 4
    Title Page
        Page 5
        Page 6
    The lost kitten
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    The donkey's riddle
        Page 12
        Page 13
    The hard lesson
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    A bird song
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Escaped
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    The quarrelsome kittens
        Page 24
        Page 25
    A spring day
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Old winter
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
    Ben the fisherman
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    The two hunters
        Page 38
    The two goats
        Page 39
    A milking song
        Page 40
        Page 41
    Mary Hope's plan
        Page 42
        Page 43
    The jolly fisherman
        Page 44
        Page 45
    A farewell
        Page 46
    Back Cover
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THE LOST KITTEN.
S\nARCH had come. The shrill
-winds \-ere pi-ping o ver hill and
., dale, whisk ing off the last dun
"_- leaves that had clung to the oaks
all through the win-ter. The snow
That lay deep o-ver the mead-ows
and wood-lands melt-ed like mag-ic.
Ev-er-y hol-low had a roar-ing lit-tie
brook, mak-ing its way on as fast
as it could go to the great mill-
stream, to swell the rush of foam-
ing wa-ter that was roar-ing o-ver
the dam.
The chil-dren, as they crossed the
bridge on their way home, stopped
to lean o-ver the rail, and watch the
hur-ry-ing cur-rent as it swept by.
"How it has ris-en since morn-ing!" said Rose.
"That post was out of the wa-ter then, and now it
must be at least a foot be-neath it."
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8 THE LOST KITTEN.
"And how fast it runs!" said Cla-ra. "Let's drop
sticks in, and see them sail."
So the chil-dren played for some time. Then Char-
lie, look-ing up the stream, called out,--
Why, there is a kit-ten com-ing down! I can hear
her meow."
Quick as a flash Dick ran off the bridge and down
the edge of the wa-ter. He picked up a stick as he
ran, and just as he reached the brink pus-sy came by.
He seized a branch that hung near, and reached for-
ward to her. For-tu-nate-ly she was swept in-to a lit-tie
cor-ner where the cur-rent was not strong. She put out
one paw and clung to the stick, and Dick drew her
gen-tly to shore.
A wet and wretch-ed ob-ject she was, as she clam-
bered up the bank, and sank down all drenched and
pant-ing.
Rose, Cla-ra, and the oth-er girls, all ran down to
Dick.
"What are you going to do with her?" asked one.
" She will die if she is left here."
"I know," said Rose, who was Dick's sis-ter. I
will wrap her up in my jack-et, and take her home to
cook. She said only this morn-ing that the mice were
get-ting so bold that she must get a cat." So Rose
pulled off her jack-et, and wrapped up the cat in it.
But you will catch cold," said Claia.
"No: I'll run all the way," an-swered Rose.
So off they all set, run-ning at the top of their speed.








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10 THE LOST KITTEN.
Dick and Rose burst in-to the kitch-en. Jemima the
cook was just pla-cing two bowls of milk on the ta-ble.
"Here is some lunch, dears," she said. "Why, what
in the world have you there?"
Rose un-wrapped the little wet cat, and put her on
the ta-ble.
"Well, I nev-er!" said Je-mi-ma in great sur-prise.
"Where did you come from ?"
Pus-sy paid no at-ten-tion to cook's ques-tion. She
saw the milk, and she was ver-y hun-gry. So she
walked up to one of the bowls, and be-gan to lap it
up ea-ger-ly. Then she jumped down to the floor, and,
walk-ing close to the blazing fire, licked her-self with
great care all o-ver. Then she rolled up in-to a ball,
and went fast a-sleep.
Je-mi-ma brought a fresh bowl of milk and two
great sli-ces of gin-ger-bread, and while the chil-dren
munched it they talked o-ver names for their new pet.
"We might call him Mo-ses," said Dick, "be-cause
he was drawn out of the wa-ter."
But Mo-ses is a man's name," said Rose, "and per-
haps pussy is not a gen-tle-man cat."
"Let's leave it to cook," said Dick. "Je-mi-ma, you
are to name her."
"Am I ?" said Je-mi-ma. "Well, then, I am a-fraid
she will have to be called Tab-by."
So Tab-by she was named. She ggew up to be a
great big cat, and a ter-ror to all mice and rats, who
were so a-fraid to show them-selves that they nev-er







THE LOST KITTEN. II

came out of their holes un-til they were driv-en by
hun-ger. She did man-y fa-mous things, but the stran-
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in place of her own kit-tens that had died. She took
the best of care of them, always keep-ing their coats
brushed clean and neat; but she was much dis-tressed
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12 THE DONKEY'S RIDDLE.
that they would not play with a mouse which she
brought them, and at last boxed the ears of both of
them, and ate it up her-self. Nor did she like the
way they hopped a-bout; it was so un-dig-ni-fied, she
told them: and at last, when she saw them ac-tu-al-ly
eat cab-bage leaves, she left them to take care of them-
selves, and would have noth-ing more to do with them.






THE DONKEY'S RIDDLE.

"DON-KEY, I'll ask you a rid-dle to-day:
What is that crea-ture whose hide is gray,
Whose ears are large, and whose sense, is small,
Who cries 'Ye-aw,' and walks with a la-zy crawl ?"
Dear boy, that's too hard and too deep for me:
Pray tell me what may this crea-ture be ?"

Then the boy laughed loud-ly, and said, "Go to!
You fool-ish don-key, I spoke of you."
The ass pricked his ears, but could not make out
What-ev-er the boy was talk-ing a-bout.
And the child went a-way: he was wrong, I con-fess,
For who'd give a don-key a rid-dle to guess?







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THE HARD LESSON.
"(I CAN nev-er, nev-er learn it," said Bell; and she
burst in-to tears.
"Car-rie has learned it," said Miss Gray; "and I am
sure you can. Try, try a-gain."
"Yes, Bell," said Car-rie; "and then per-haps we can
have a romp in the hay-field. You will have to hur-ry,
for the men are cart-ing it in-to the barn."
Thus urged, Bell made a fresh ef-fort; and soon the
lesson was learned and re-cit-ed.






THE HARD LESSON 15
Off scam-pered the two girls to the hay-field. 'Soon
Miss Gray fol-lowed, but there was noth-ing to be seen
of them. She looked all a-bout, and at last walked up
to the man who was load-ing the hay on the cart.
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where you are?" she asked.
"I don't see them," he an-swered, stand-ing up and
look-ing a-round.
Miss Gray turned a-way, when all at once she heard
a laugh be-hind her. She looked back, and there were
the laugh-ing fa-ces of Bell and Car-rie. They had






16 THE HARD "LESSON.

been on the cart, all hid-den un-der the hay in or-der
to play a lit-tle joke on Miss Gray. Then they scram-
bled down, and came run-ning to her.
The man on the cart smiled to see their fun. Then
he said sadly, Dear me, I wish my lit-tle lass could
run a-bout like that."



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"Is she ill ?" asked Car-rie.
"Yes," said thehe is get-ting bet-ter now."
"We'll ask mam-ma to take us to see her," said Bell.
The ver-y next day their mam-ma did take them.
They found Ruth sit-ting pil-lowed up in a chair,
ver-y pale and white. Bell had picked her a bunch of
flow-ers, which she seemed ver-y glad to get; and the
flow-ers, which she seemed ver-y glad to get; and the






THE HARD LESSON. 17
three girls soon be-came good friends. Car-rie found a
lit-tie gray kitten with which she played.
The vis-it seemed to do Ruth a great deal of good;
for a pink flush came in her cheeks, and she e-ven
laughed, which her moth-er said she had not done
before for weeks.
They came a-gain the ver-y next day. Miss Gray was
with them, and car-ried a bas-ket on her arm in which
were some dain-ties to tempt the sick girl's ap-pe-tite.
She was glad to see them, and told them they should
have the kit-ten for their ver-y own. So pus-sy went
back in the bas-ket which had brought the dain-ties.
Near-ly ev-er-y day af-ter this the chil-dren went to
see Ruth, for at least a week. By that time she was
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WHAT is it that these lit-tie tots are all so anx-ious
to see ? It must be a Christ-mas-tree.






18 A BIRD SONG.


A BIRD SONG.
How pleas-ant the life of a bird must be,
Flit-ting a-bout in each leaf-y tree, -
In the leaf-y trees so broad and tall,
Like a green and beau-ti-ful pal-ace hall,
With its airy cham-bers light and boon,
That o-pen to sun and stars and moon, -
That o-pen in-to the bright blue sky,
And the frol-ic-some winds as they wan-der by!

How pleas-ant the life of a bird must be,
Skim-ming a-bout on the breez-y sea,
Crest-ing the bil-lows like sil-ver-y foam,
And then wheel-ing a-way to its cliff-built home!
What joy it must be to sail, up-borne
By a strong, free wing through the rosy morn,
To meet the young sun face to face,
And pierce like a shaft the bound-less space!

How pleas-ant the life of a bird must be,
Wher-ev-er it listeth there to flee;
To go when a joy-ful fan-cy calls
Dash-ing a-down amongg the wa-ter-falls,
Then wheel-ing a-bout with its mates at play,
A-bove and be-low, and a-mong the spray,
Hith-er and thith-er, with screams as wild
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20 ESCAPED.
What joy it must be like a liv-ing breeze
To flut-ter a-bout 'mong the flow-er-ing trees;
Light-ly to soar, and to see be-neath
The wastes of the blos-som-ing pur-ple heath,
And the yel-low furze like fields of gold
That glad-den some fair-y re-gions old!
On moun-tain tops, on the bil-low-y sea,
On the leaf-y stems of the for-est tree,
How pleas-ant the life of a bird must be!
MARY HOWITT.






ESCAPED.

HERE we see a fine old stag who has had a race
for life. The wolves have tracked his steps for man-y
a mile, and he has fled at the top of his speed. But
in spite of all that he could do, they gained upon him.
Then he thought of the lake. Just as they were-at his
heels, he reached it. He leaped up-on the ice, and it
broke un-der him. He is safe, for they can-not swim.
The wolves will not have ven-i-son for din-ner to-day,
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THERE was once an old cock who had un-der his
charge six hens. He was a kind old fel-low, and they
all did as he told them ex-cept one. She thought she
knew quite as much as he, though she was on-ly one
year old, and he was five. One day it rained. "Go
un-der the bench, my dear," he said: "you'll get wet
and catch cold."--"I will not mind you,"said she: "I
can take care of my-self." Just then the wa-ter cask broke,
and she was nearly drowned. This is a sto-ry for chil-
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"OH, ho!" said a bird who was sit-ting on the branch
of a tree, I see a bee-tle that will make me a good meal."
But when he flew down, the bee-tle looked so fierce that
he felt all his hun-ger van-ish. This sto-ry teach-es
young folk not to be too ea-si-ly dis-cour-aged. The
bee-tle was fear-ful-ly fright-ened, and could have been
killed by one peck, had the bird had more cour-age.
And he would have made a love-ly break-fast too.






24 THE QUARRELSOME KITTENS.


THE QUARRELSOME KITTENS.

Two lit-tle kit-tens one storm-y night
Be-gan to quar-rel and then to fight:
One had a mouse, and the oth-er had none;
And that's the way the quar-rel be-gun.


"I'll have that mouse," said the big-gest cat.
"You'll have that mouse? We'll see a-bout that!"
I will have that mouse," said the eld-est son.
"You sha'n't have the mouse," said the lit-tie one.


I told you be-fore 'twas a storm-y night
When these two lit-tle kit-tens be-gan to fight:
The old wo-man seized her sweep-ing broom,
And swept the two kit-tens right out of the room.


The ground was cov-ered with frost and snow,
And the two lit-tle kit-tens had no-where to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door
When the old wo-man fin-ished sweep-ing the floor.






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Then they crept in, as qui-et as mice,
All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice;
For they found it was bet-ter, that storm-y night,
To lie down and sleep than to quar-rcl and fight.






. 26 A SPRING DA Y.













A SPRING DAY.
SPRING had come as yet
on-ly in name. It is true it
was the third of A-pril; but
the snow had not been gone
more than a week, and there
was not a tree or shrub that
showed the slight-est sign of
a swell-ing bud. But it would
not take man-y days more like
this, to bring the green grass
and flow-ers, for the sun was
pour-ing down as warm-ly as
if it meant to make up for
lost time. It was so pleas-ant,
that Rue, when her les-son-
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A SPRING DAY. 27
in-to the or-chard to meet Sal-lie, with-out ev-er stop-
ping to put on her jack-et or hat. Her mam-ma did
not see her, or you may be sure she would have had
to come back to put them on.
The two girls had made a trap in one cor-ner of the
or-chard, in which they hoped to catch a bird. Hard-ly
one had come back from the south yet; but they had
thrown down some bread-crumbs a-bout it, and were all
read-y for the first who did.
And as they came near, they saw that their trap was
sprung.
"Dear me!" cried Rue, "per-haps we have caught a
bird."
I'll lift off the top, and see," said Sal-lie.
Sure-ly e-nough they had caught a bird; but, the
min-ute Sal-lie lift-ed the top of the trap, the pris-on-er
took to his wings, and fled. He light-ed on the bough
of an ap-ple-tree, and be-gan to sing a lit-tle song.
"We should have brought some salt to put on his
tail," said Rue. I've heard pa-pa say, that if you put
salt on a bird's tail, you can al-ways catch him."
"I'm so glad he did get a-way!" said Sal-lie. "See
how hap-py he is. He's pick-ing up sticks to make a
nest, I am sure. I wish we could find out where it is."
The two girls ran a-long to try and find the nest
un-til they reached the oth-er side of the or-chard, but
the bird had flown out of sight. As they stood, breath-
less, look-ing for him, they heard a voice say,--
"Whoa, boys; stead-y!"






28 A SPRING DAY.
It must be Thom-as," said Rue. "Let's go and see."
It was Thom-as, and he had just be-gun to plough.
He was an old man, who worked on the farm, and a
great friend of the girls, for he of-ten whit-tied out toys
for them. They watched him for a time, as he fol-
lowed the two great hor-ses who strode a-cross the field
drag-ging the plough af-ter them.
Af-ter a lit-tle Sal-lie said,--
"I won-der if Thom-as would give us a ride on the
hor-ses."
I'll ask him," said Rue.
Thom-as said Yes, at once. The chil-dren had of-ten
rid-den, for the nags were ver-y gentle; and soon they
were each sit-ting a-stride her steed, hold-ing on by the
mane, for they seemed so high up in the air that they
trem-bled lest they should fall.
All at once Thom-as said to Rue, "Why, my dear,
you have not on your hat or jacket: you must run in
as fast as you can go, or you'll catch cold."
"I do feel a lit-tie cold," said Rue.
Run, then," said Thom-as; and off they scam-pered.
Their mam-ma met them at the door; and when she
saw Rue with-out an-y wraps on, she was so fright-ened
for fear she might have tak-en cold, that she put her to
bed at once, and gave her hot wa-ter and cam-phor to
drink, and Rue did not get up a-gain all day. It
taught the lit-tle girl a les-son, though; and al-ways af-ter
that she was ver-y care-ful nev-er to go out un-less she
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30 OLD WINTER.

OLD WINTER.
OLD Win-ter is com-ing; a-lack, a-lack!
How i-cy and cold is he!
He's wrapped to the heels in a snow-y white sack;
The trees he has lad-en till read-y to crack;
He whis-tles his trills with a won-der-ful knack,
For he comes from a cold coun-tree.

A fun-ny old fel-low is Win-ter, I trow,
A mer-ry old fel-low for glee:
He paints all the no-ses a beau-ti-ful hue,
He counts all our fin-gers, and pinch-es them too;
Our toes he gets hold of through stock-ing and shoe;
For a fun-ny old fel-low is he.

Old Win-ter is blow-ing his gusts a-long,
And mer-ri-ly shak-ing the tree:
From morn-ing to night he will sing us his song,
Now moan-ing and short, now bold-ly and long;
His voice it is loud, for his lungs are so strong,
And a mer-ry old fel-low is he.

Old Win-ter's a rough old chap to some,
As rough as ev-er you'll see.
"I with-er the flow-ers when-ev-er I come,
I qui-et the brook that went laugh-ing a-long,
I drive all the birds off to find a new home:
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A cun-ning old fel-low is Winter, they say,--
A cun-ning old fel-low is he:
He peeps in the crev-i-ces day by day,
To see how we're pass-ing our time a-way,
And mark all our do-ing from so-ber to gay;
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EN THE FISHERMAN.

BEN LO-GAN had gone with the fish-ing fleet to the
Banks. His old moth-er watched the white-sailed boats
flit by un-til they fad-ed out of sight be-yond the har-bor
mouth. Then she left the pier, and went slow-ly back
to her house.
Man-y and man-y a year she had seen him sail with
.the fish-ing fleet; for Ben had fol-lowed the sea since
he was a lad, and now he was a big beard-ed man,
whose hair was be-gin-ning to turn gray. But some-
how on this day she did not feel at all as she had
done at oth-er times. She was ver-y sad. But when
she reached home the room was nice and warm, and
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34 BEN THE FISHERMAN
her' cat lay stretched out on the rug half a-sleep and
purr-ing soft-ly.
So old Mrs. Lo-gan cheered up, and made her-self
a cup of tea, and then set to work on some stock-ings
that she was knit-ting for Ben.
"He ought to be back in a month at the most," she
said; "and I must work hard, or I shall not have his
stock-ings done in time."
The month went by at last, but Ben did not come.
The ves-sels of the fleet be-gan to reach home one
af-ter an-oth-er, but noth-ing was seen of Ben's boat.
They all told the same sto-ry. There had been ter-ri-ble
gales. Some of the boats they feared were lost.
Old Mrs. Lo-gan wait-ed and watched from day to
day; and her face grew wan with fear, as the time went
by and there was no news from Ben. A fresh trou-ble
came too. They were poor, and her mon-ey was get-
ting ver-y low. How should she live? She was think-
ing this o-ver one morn-ing when there came a knock
at the door, and in walked lit-tle Maud Hall. In her
hand she held a bas-ket.
Mam-ma sent me with this," she said, tak-ing off the
cloth that cov-ered it, and show-ing sev-er-al pack-a-ges
done up in white pa-per; "and pa-pa told me to say
that his pres-ent would come short-ly." Then she scam-
pered a-way.
Mrs. Lo-gan took the pack-a-ges out of the bas-ket,
and smelled each one. "Tea," she said, as she laid
down the first; "sugar, but-ter, can-dies, smoked beef."









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Just at that mo-ment there came a rap at the door.
"Come in," she cried. A man stood there.
"Where shall I put this wood?" he called out.
Mrs. Lo-gan looked out. There was a huge load.
"Are you sure it is for me?"
"Mr. Hall sent it," said the man; and with-out more
a-do he be-gan to un-load. A mo-ment lat-er there came
an-oth-er knock, and an-oth-er man stood at the door.
"Shall I bring the bar-rel of flour in here?" he asked.
Mrs. Lo-gan felt like a rich wo-man when he had
gone, for be-side the flour he had left po-
ta-toes and two fine hams. She tied
her shawl tight-ly a-round her, and
put on her hat, and walked
straight to Mr. Hall's
house to thank him.









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BEN THE FISHERMAN 37
But, in spite of all her kind friends could do, Mrs.
Lo-gan be-gan to pine, and soon took to spend-ing a
great part -of the day in bed. She told Maud when
she came to see her, that she felt weak, and that she
was get-ting ver-y old, and was ill.
And yet she was cured in a sin-gle day; and how do
you think it came a-bout ?
Ben came home.
It was one morn-ing; and, when Maud went in, she
found Mrs. Lo-gan bus-tling a-bout o-ver the stove, put-
ting on a pot of po-ta-toes. She was not ver-y stead-y
in her move-ments, but her face was full of smiles.
" My Ben has come," she cried to Maud. "See, there
he sits." Sure-ly e-nough, there sat Ben on a chair in
the cor-ner, look-ing as pleased as his moth-er.
But why did you stay a-way so long, when you
were not drowned ?" asked Maud se-vere-ly.
Ben laughed. "It was no fault of mine," he said.
"My boat was blown far out to sea; and, just as she
was sink-ing, we were picked up by a ship bound to
Spain. It takes a long time to go Spain and come
back, or I should have been here soon-er."
"Nev-er mind," said his old mother. "I have him
now, and that is e-nough."
You will be glad to know that Ben did not go to
sea any more. Mr. Hall found him work to do: so
he lived at home all the time, and- his old moth-er had
no more wea-ry days of watch-ing for the fish-ing fleet
to come back to port.






38 THE TWO HUNTERS.

















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HERE are two hunt-ers who are on the watch for a
herd of deer. One of them is just a-bout to fire. It
must be a ver-y cold coun-try where they live; for, see,
they are dressed in thick skins. The deer have not
seen them as yet, so I have no doubt that they will
bring one down. I hope they will; for I am quite sure
that they have friends not far off who are hun-gry, and
will have no din-ner if they do not suc-ceed.






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threw it down in front of their house; but, be-fore they
could get it, it rolled a-way, and Hans went in the
house with-out see-i havng it had gone. And now
those wick-ed rab-bits will soon eat it all up.






40 A MILKING SONG.


A MILKING SONG.
I. SAT and spun with-in the doore;
My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes:
The lev-el sun, like rud-dy ore,
Lay sink-ing. in the bar-ren skies;
And dark against day's gold-en death
She moved where Lin-dis wan-der-eth,
My sonne's faire wife, E-liz-a-beth.

"Cush-a! Cush-a! Cush-a!" call-ing,
Ere the ear-ly dews were fall-ing:
Far a-way I heard her song.
"Cush-a! Cush-a!" all a-long;
Where the reed-y Lin-dis flow-eth,
Flow-eth, flow-eth,
From the meads where me-lick grow-eth,
Faint-ly came her milk-ing song.

"Cush-a! Cush-a! Cush-a!" call-ing;
"For the dews will soon be fall-ing:
Leave your mead-ow grass-es mel-low,
Mel-low, mel-low!
Quit your cow-slips, cow-slips yel-low!
Come up, White-foot! Come up, Light-foot!
Quit the stalks of pars-ley hol-low,
Hol-low, hol-low.






A AILKIVG SONG. 41

Come up, Jet-ty, rise and fol-
low:
From the clo-vers lift your :
head.
Come up, White-foot! Come
up, Light-foot!
Come up, Jet-ty, rise and fol-
low,
Jet-ty, to the milk-ing shed."
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42 MARY HOPE'S PLAN.

MARY HOPE'S PLAN.
ONE night the Hope chil-dren were sit-ting lis-ten-ing
to their pa-pa. I can-not tell you all their names; for
there were sev-en of them, and it would take too long.
They were ver-y much in-ter-est-ed in what he was tell-
ing them. He had been to the cit-y that day, and had

















been to a hos-pi-tal which was filled with sick chil-dren.
It was the height of sum-mer, and the weath-er was
ver-y hot; but there the poor pale-faced lit-tle folk had
to lie in their cots, with nev-er a breath of the fresh
coun-try air or a flow-er to help pass a-way the wear-y
day. Man-y of them, too, were in great pain.







MARY HOPE'S PLAN. 43






44 MARY HOPE'S PLAN.
Ma-ry Hope was ver-y much troub-led at what she
had heard, and the next day at school she told it all
to the oth-er girls.
I wish we could send them some-thing," said Grace
Ward.
"Why not send them flow-ers ?" said an-oth-er. The
fields are full of them, dai-sies, and wild ros-es, and
ev-er so man-y more whose names I don't know."
The girls vot-ed that this was a cap-i-tal plan; and
as soon as school was o-ver they set out to gath-er the
flow-ers. In half an hour they had each a great arm-
ful. They took them all to Ma-ry Hope's, and there
they made them up in-to bou-quets. Then they went
back and picked a fresh sup-ply.
Then a big bas-ket was brought in, and lined with
cot-ton bat-ting that was thor-ough-ly wet. The flow-ers
were next put in, and well sprin-kled, and more wet
cotton was put on top of them; and then John, the
man, sent them off by ex-press.
And if you had been at the hos-pi-tal the next mornr
ing, and had seen the col-or come in the cheeks of
those pale-faced chil-dren when the bas-ket was o-pened,
I think you would have thought the chil-dren's plan a
great suc-cess.


HERE is a jol-ly fish-er-man who has just hooked a
fish. He does not seem to man-age his line ver-y well,
and if he is not care-ful he will not land it af-ter all.






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No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray:

For ev-er-y day.

Be good, swt maid, and let who will be clev-er;
Do no-ble things, not dream them all day long;
And so make life, death, and that vast for-ev-er
One grand, sweet song.













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MY fair-est child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray:
Yet, ere we part, one les-son I can leave you
For ev-er-y day.

Be good, swat maid, and let who will be clev-er;
Do no-ble things, not dream them all day long;
And so make life, death, and that vast for-ev-er
One grand, sweet song.
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