Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Pussy's queer babies
 The mole's queer house
 Lucy and the weasel
 Harry's goose
 Plume, the baby squirrel
 What Mamie learned about bees
 A true coon story
 A whirlwind of pigeons
 The music-box in the throat
 Trudie's first patient
 Weezy's mouse
 The eagle and the pig
 Selfish Sambo
 Kind-hearted major
 The mouse sings with the cat
 Another kind of star
 Ant lions
 The Christmas carol of the...
 Frisk and Fanny
 A good customer
 The mouse gets a cooky
 What Charley thought of the...
 Minnie-cat and the chicks
 A pet mule
 Back Cover

Title: Pussy's queer babies, and other stories
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 Material Information
Title: Pussy's queer babies, and other stories
Physical Description: 48 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Shelton, W. H ( William Henry ), 1840-1932? ( Engraver )
Estes & Lauriat ( Publisher )
Rockwell and Churchill ( Printer )
Publisher: Estes and Lauriat
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: Rockwell & Churchill
Publication Date: 1887, c1886
Copyright Date: 1886
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Human-animal relationships -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Pets -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1887
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
General Note: Illustrations engraved by W.H. Shelton.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055382
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 - 002232690
notis - ALH3086
oclc - 67412504

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Pussy's queer babies
        Page 3
        Page 4
    The mole's queer house
        Page 5
    Lucy and the weasel
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Harry's goose
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Plume, the baby squirrel
        Page 10
    What Mamie learned about bees
        Page 11
        Page 12
    A true coon story
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    A whirlwind of pigeons
        Page 16
        Page 17
    The music-box in the throat
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Trudie's first patient
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Weezy's mouse
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    The eagle and the pig
        Page 26
        Page 27
    Selfish Sambo
        Page 28
    Kind-hearted major
        Page 29
        Page 30
    The mouse sings with the cat
        Page 31
    Another kind of star
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Ant lions
        Page 35
    The Christmas carol of the birds
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Frisk and Fanny
        Page 38
    A good customer
        Page 39
        Page 40
    The mouse gets a cooky
        Page 41
        Page 42
    What Charley thought of the hat
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Minnie-cat and the chicks
        Page 45
    A pet mule
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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THIS story is as true as it is queer.
Poor pussy had lost her own kittens, and she felt sorely
When three foster-babies were brought to her she welcomed
them very kindly, and let them nestle in her soft fur. She fed and
cared for them just as if they were kittens.
But they were not kittens at all. They were young porcupines.
Did you ever see such creatures?
They look a little like pigs, and have sharp quills all over their
backs. These they can keep laid down, and they usually do. But if
they are frightened or angry they bristle them out, and become a sort
of live nettle. You can no more handle them than you can a nettle,
without getting badly pricked and scratched.


Pussy seemed to enjoy her strange family while they were little,
and they grew very fond of her. They followed her everywhere, and
at night nestled by her side, and kept warm in her fur.
They played with one another, and with mother-pussy. They
would roll over her back when she was trying to get a nap, and
cuff her ears, pull her tail, and give her sharp little nips and bites,
till poor pussy could bear it no longer.
Then she would get up, reach out her long, slender paw, and
slap her naughty children.
But the moment her paw was raised the piggies curled them-
selves into balls, and up came the sharp quills.
Pussy was apt to get the worst of it. She would shake her poor,
smarting paw, and bound away, to find a corner where she could
sleep in peace. But in a minute the three prickly balls were all
unrolled, and dancing after her.
Poor pussy!-her family drove her nearly distracted. It was
very hard work to bring up these prickly piggies in the way they
should go.


SOME animals have tools to dig with. The mole is one
of them. It ploughs and digs with its claws. They are heavy
and strong, and
are worked by ,
large muscles. '" 4 .
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galleries under.....
A mole's house is a very funny affair, -a sort of round room,
with several passages. This is the way he makes it: he first heaps
up a round hill, or mound, pressing the earth so as to make it very
hard and firm. Then he digs out his round room, where he lives.
By means of passages he has two galleries, one above the other.
The round room is connected by no less than three of these passages
with the upper gallery. A deep passage out from it at the bottom
opens from the lower gallery, and another leads into the open air.
The use of all these winding passages is to enable the mole to keep
out of the way of any enemy.

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LucY lived in Virginia, and was very fond of her fowls. She
had ducks and chickens, which she fed every day. One morning a

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sad sight met her eyes. She had gone out very early to feed her
pets, and went first to the duck lot. The old woman who took care
of the fowls met her at the door.


Just look here, honey," she said, and, pointing within, showed
Lucy three or four little'ducks with their throats cut. Twelve chick-
ens lay dead in the hen-house, and poor Lucy did not know what to
0 auntie What did it ? What killed them? she asked, begin-
ning to cry.
"The weasel, honey," answered the old woman; it comes in the
night, and cuts their throats, just to drink the blood. It does not
eat the fowls."
When Lucy went to the house to tell what had happened she
heard more about weasels. Her uncle told her that this little brown

animal is so slender that it can slip through very small openings.
It destroys a great many fowls to obtain their blood.
One day he saw a fight between a black snake and a weasel, and
stopped to watch them. The snake would glide swiftly up with its
mouth open, as if to swallow the weasel. That active little animal
would dart aside, and then, running up, bite the snake on the neck
or back. This combat lasted until both were nearly exhausted, when
the weasel suddenly ended it by a sharp bite on the snake's head.
The reptile lay dead and extended at full length. Lucy's uncle killed
the weasel before it could escape.
"I wish we could catch this one," said poor little Lucy.



HARRY had one goose for his own. His parents had given him
his choice of the flock when the brood was quite young. He had fed
and petted the one he picked out until she became very tame. She
would leave the other geese, and follow Harry about the farm like a
What pleased him most was to see her swim on the pond. He
was never tired of watching her when she was in the water.
When the goose wanted to sit, Harry made her a nest of straw,
lined with fine hay, and placed fifteen eggs under her. His father
told him not to disturb the goose while sitting. He said she must
remain on the nest thirty days, and during that time must be
allowed to stay off the nest only long enough to take her food.
Harry thought he could safely count on getting twelve goslings
from the fifteen eggs.
These he would keep until they were large enough to sell for
fifty cents apiece. Thus he had counted on having six dollars. He
had planned a hundred different ways to spend it. Finally he de-
cided to invest the money in a sled and a pair of skates.
Twenty days passed away. Harry had missed his playmate very
much. He was thinking how he would like to see her swim again,


when she came running to him. He could not resist the desire to
take her to the pond. He intended to be gone only a few minutes.
But he got interested in his play, and time flew faster than he sup-
posed. When he took the goose back to her nest the eggs were

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On the thirtieth day Harry watched eagerly for some signs of
the little goslings. But the day passed, and two more days after it.
Still there was not a little one in the nest. Harry owned to his
father that he had taken the goose to the pond; and this explained
it all.
Poor Harry felt bad enough. The six dollars he had been so
sure of getting were not in his pocket. When winter came he had
to get along with the old sled and the old skates.
to get along with the old sled and the old skates.


A BOY stole a young squirrel from its nest in
the trunk of a tree. He wished to tame it
tor a pet; but it would not eat.
S' When it was well-nigh
dead he gave it to a
Young girl named
'- oo atstdRu h Ruth, who ran with
it to her aunt, and
S"Oh, see! the
'- n poor little thing
will die, if he does
.not eat."
SRuth's aunt got
Si i a bottle, with some
warm milk in it, and put
h: i a bit of sponge in the
S. piu of the cork. When the
Sn SPI;'-.n was full of milk she told
-. Ruth to let the squirrel suck the
Srh and w a sponge. The wee thing, which was
r s i l e thoo weak to stand, Ruth held with
Sheer left hand, while she put the sponge to
its mouth. It did not heed it. Ruth's aunt
I opened its mouth and let it shut on the sponge.
Then it sucked the milk.
Ruth was glad, and took such good care of her pet that it was
soon bright and well, and did not have the least fear of her. She
named him Plume. He would sit on her arm or her head, and run
all over her, and go with her where she went. He had a house,
made of a small box, in Ruth's room, where he slept, and once each
night he waked her by a noise to feed him.


One warm night he would not suck his milk, but sat up and
cried more and more till Ruth found out that his milk was sour and
got him some new. Soon he could eat bread and fruit, and seeds
and nuts, and would lay by stores of food in sly nooks. He went
out of doors, and up trees, and came at Ruth's call, and did not run
off. One day the cat got him, but Ruth caught the cat, and choked
her till she let him go. The cat touched him no more, but was his
friend. Plume would play roll over, and do a great many nice
things, and lived a long time the pet of the house.

"Now, mamma," said little Mamie, with her sewing in hand,
"I'm going to be as busy as a bee, and do lots of sewing for my
dollie, to-day."

"Perhaps my little girl doesn't know that bees, even, are some-
times lazy, and neglect their work," was the answer.

Now, mamma," excaid little Mamie, with her sewing in hand,ck eyes
" I'm going to be as busy as a bee, and do lots of sewing for my
dollie, to-day."
Perhaps my little girl doesn't know that bees, even, are some-
times lazy, and neglect their work," was the answer.
Why, mamma exclaimed Mamie, her round, big, black eyes
rounder and bigger than ever, if possible; who ever heard of such a
thing as a lazy bee? "
Not long ago I heard of a colony of bees that were taken down
to Florida, the land of sunshine and beautiful flowers. They soon


found that there was no need of working hard for their living, as in
the cold, bleak North. At last they gave up their old habits of
industry, storing up no honey. They simply lived' from hand to

mouth,' as the saying is. And I have also heard about some bees
that, in some way, got a taste of brandy. It caused them to act very
much like human beings. They became idle and lazy, and, finally,
turned 'thieves. They stole the honey which their respectable and
thrifty neighbors had laid up against a rainy day."

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WILLIE lay on the floor crying.

Nothing special was the matter; he had only been having his
afternoon nap, and he had waked up cross, as three-year-old boys
often do. He would be all right when he was awake enough. No-
body paid much attention to his crying a little at such times; they
were all used to it.
The door opened, and some one came in. Something soft was
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WILput lay on the floor by his side, and then his father spoke: "Look
Nothing special was the matter; he had only been having his
afternoon nap, and he had waked up cross, as three-year-old boys
often do. He would be all right when he was awake enough. No-
body paid much attention to his crying a little at such times; they
were all used to it.
The door opened, and some one came in. Something soft was
put on the floor by his side, and then his father spoke: Look
there, Willie!"


Willie stopped crying, and looked up. Something stood there
on the floor, looking at him, a little coon!. Willie thought it was
a kitten, and said, Kitty "
No," said his father, Coony."
"Coony! said Willie, and from that time that was the new
pet's name, which he learned to know as well as you do yours.
Willie's father took him on his knee, and told him where he
found Coony. He was coming home through the woods, when he

saw a coon come out of a hollow tree a little way off. He hurried to
the tree, and reached into the hole (I wonder he was not afraid of
snakes), and there were two baby coons, just big enough to walk.
So he brought one home to Willie.
How pleased Willie was with his pet, for he had no kitten!
His little dog had been bitten by a rattlesnake, and died not long
before. Coony seemed pleased with his new home, and ate milk like
a kitten. He looked a good deal like a kitten, too, except that his
tail was striped in regular rings of brown and black. He became
greatly attached to Willie, and followed him around all summer.
Wherever Willie was, out in the middle of the road making dirt-pies,
in the garden pulling off the flowers before they were fairly budded,
or down at the dangerous mill, where he wasn't allowed to go
at all, Coony was close at his heels. If at any time his pet


was missing Willie's call, Coony! Coony! would bring him very
One day in the fall, when the flies were very troublesome, Willie
was taking his nap, and his mother set her plate of fly-paper down on
the floor, that the flies might have a better chance at it. It wouldn't
do to try that when Willie was awake, of course.
She never thought of Coony, and the first she knew he had
lapped all the water off the fly-paper!
Poor little fellow! It was poison, and very soon he was sick
enough, and before Willie awoke, Coony was dead!
Willie woke up quite happy, and soon called for Coony. Then
his mother had to tell him what had happened.
Poor Willie! He just laid down on the floor and cried, and I
do not blame him either.
So we leave him where we found him.
Lying on the floor and crying!

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nople, will see some thousands of tame pigeons,'-a Whirlwind
hidden among pillars, minarets, and cornices. From these lofty

A wise old Turk, having a cosey corner neathh the grand old
cateringg some upon the ground will, in an instant, bring .

may be quite lost to view by the countless crowd around him.'-
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hay creatures a moment ago feasting are out of sight.-,-

THOSE who visit the Mosque of Sultan Bajazet, in Constanti-
nople, will see some thousands of tame pigeons,--a "Whirlwind
of Pigeons."
The nests of this feathery crowd are far beyond human reach,
hidden among pillars, minarets, and cornices. From these lofty
resting-places countless numbers of them are all the time whirling
and fluttering to the music of their own cooing.
A wise old Turk, having a cosey corner neathh the grand old
arches, has at hand a sack of grain. He is ready to sell "a meas-
ure to any visitor wishing to treat the plumed throng.
Scattering some upon the ground will, in an instant, bring
myriads to catch the welcome offering. The generous visitor himself
may be quite lost to view by the countless crowd around him.
In less than a minute not a grain of corn can be seen, and the
happy creatures, a moment ago feasting, are out of sight.


This "world of pigeons" came from a single pair which the
Sultan Bajazet purchased from a poor old woman who asked

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"charity" from him. He gave them free sweep in the Mosque, and
now this goodly company of feathered-folk cannot be numbered.


PERHAPS you did not know that
C breathing made the voice. We could
l not speak if we did not breathe.
...? ', ' \ The sound of the voice is made in
: the throat, in what we call the Adam's
S.. i apple. This is a sort of music-box,
lat the top of the windpipe. In this
wl queer box there are two flat cords,
stretching right across it. When we
I-- J... l speak, or sing, the air is forced up
out of the lungs, strikes on these
-.. :. 2 cords, and makes them shake, or vi-
J -, brate. It is done just as the fiddle-
l' m- string makes a sound when the bow
Sis drawn over it.
The chest is the bellows of that
i .'little music-box, or organ, in the throat.
Many animals have a music-box
4:!, .very much like ours. The lowing
of the cow, the barking of the dog,
Sand the mewing of the cat are all done
in such a box. The cat purrs in the
same box where she does her mewing.
i' iIf you put your finger on her Adam's
Supple while she is purring you
-- would feel a quivering motion
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Fishes have no voice,


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and no musical box. If they had it they could not use it, for the
only way in which it can be used is to blow air through it, and
they breathe air and water together. The frog cannot use his box
when he is under water. He has to poke his head up out of water
when he wants to croak.

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TRUDIE was looking very sober,
-. -that is, as sober as Trudie's jolly
,. little face could ever look. You see,
she loved Nero; and Nero, I am very
..~ M sorry to say, had been fighting, and,
like Aunt Rhody's goose, he had "a
... -'a hole in his head." And now he was
-.--', *l lying on his mat as penitent as any
"l' ', .little dog could be. He had lain
J "'.'- 1 there for two whole days because the
boys said that he would take cold if
J he went out.
It was a bright, sunny day, and
little Trudie felt that the air would do poor Nero good. This was
what Trudie was thinking so hard about. Finally she went and
asked mamma for a handkerchief.
A very old one, please, mamma, that I can have to keep."
So mamma gave her little girl a large handkerchief that had
seen much service.
What do you
think Trudie did?
Well, she folded the -
handkerchief care-
fully, and tied it
around Nero's sore
head. Nero wagged
his tail very hard.
Now, Nero," -- -
said she, you must
come out and take


the air. But 0 you naughty boy! You'll shake the bandage
off! "

Trudie sat right down on the floor, and thought very hard for
five long minutes. Then she jumped up, and ran up into the attic
as fast as her little feet could run. Poor Nero's tail stopped wagging.

Pretty soon it began to wag again. What for, do you suppose?

Trudie was tying on to his head one of grandma's best nightcapsrd for!
Pretty soon a little girl' might be seen leading a nightcapped
doggy around the front yard. How the people laughed when they
went by, and saw the funny picture! After this, Nero walked out
for his health every day.
When Trudie grew up, what do you suppose she did? She
studied to be a- doctor, and learned all about bandaging. Then she
remembered her first patient, Nero Vernon Digby Wagtail.


BABY Haynes was so little that he couldn't drink very well. One
morning he spilled his mug of milk all over his bib.
He must have a clean bib," said mamma Haynes. Will you
bring me one, Weezy, from the bureau ? "
Yes'm," said Weezy, running away in high glee. She was al-
ways proud to be sent on errands.
Next moment she came flying back, mouth and eyes wide open.
"O mamma, mamma!" cried
she; there's a mousie in the
--'. drawer There's a mousie in
'ithe drawer!"
A mouse?" said mamma,
quietly. "Well, wouldn't he
""__r let my little girl have baby's
bib? "
i "N0 mamma, mamma! I'm
just as scared!" cried Weezy,
still hopping up and down.
Afraid of a pretty little
mouse ? What a silly Weezy "
Said her mamma. "Didn't he
Se pu scamper away as fast as he
could ? "

Papa seized the tongs, and walked upstairs. Behind him fol-
lowed mamma, with Weezy clinging to her dress. Behind Weezy
tiptoed Phebe, the nurse-girl. Phebe wanted to do something to
help, so she brought the mouse-trap. Last of all came Bridget,
swinging the rolling-pin.


"Open the drawer gently," said papa to mamma. "I'll try to
catch the mouse when he jumps."
Mamma pulled out the drawer a little. Papa stood close by
with the tongs, but the mouse didn't jump.
Then mamma pulled out the drawer a little farther.

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must have! I've, a great mind theo buy her a pair of spectacles pointing
her little finger towards a corner of the drawer.
Papa thrust in the tongs and drew out-well, what do you
suppose? Why, a wee, gray tassel i Mamma must have dropped it
off her sleeve in taking baby's clean frock from the bureau.
"Dear, dear!" laughed papa. "What poor eyes our Weezy
must have! I've a great mind to buy her a pair of spectacles "
After that they all went downstairs: papa with the tongs,
'* mamma with Weezy, Bridget with the rolling-pin, and Phebe with
the mouse-trap. And this was the end of Weezy's fright about the


MEW! mew!" came a soft
little cry from the porch by the
dining-room door.
Minnie Vine, in the room all
alone, eating her breakfast,
dropped her spoonful of bread
and milk back into her mug
and listened.
A little louder came the cry
again,-" Mew! mew! mew!"
Then Minnie ran and opened
the door and caught up in her
arms the little kitten she found
there. It stopped crying, and
curled down in her arms, purr-
.ing softly.
Minnie ran to her mamma
and asked her if she might
keep the kitty for her own.
Mamma'said she thought it was a little runaway, but she might keep
it until she found the owner.
"Well, mamma, I want to give it some breakfast and name it,"
said Minnie.
What will you name it? asked mamma, smiling.
It was so white it looked like a little snowball when I first saw
it, and I think Snowball would be a pretty name."
For three days Minnie kept the kitten, and was beginning to
think it was really her own. She was sitting by the fire, rocking
Snowball to sleep, when some one knocked at the door. She went to
open it, still holding the kitty in her arms. A little boy stood there,
who said, "I heard my kitten was here, and I came after it."


But are you sure it's yours ?" asked Minnie, tightening her
hold on Snowball.
Yes, I'm sure, and I want it."
When Minnie saw she must really let it go she thrust it into
the boy's hands, saying, Good-by, my poor little Snowball!" Run-

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ning to her mamma she climbed into her lap, and cried very hard for
her lost pet.
The next morning, when Minnie came into the dining-room, she
heard that same little cry at the door. Opening it, there was her
dear little Snowball come back to her.
She clapped her hands with delight, and said she should hide it
if any one came after it again; but mamma said, When its owner


comes after it again perhaps he will sell it to you, for it seems to
wish to stay here."
And it was not long before the owner came. This time Minnie's
mamma went to the door, and asked him if he would let them keep
his kitten, as she seemed to want to stay with them.
I will buy it," she said, "if you will sell it."
Minnie held Snowball tightly while she waited for his answer.
"Well," he said, after a little, I don't care much for a kitten that
will run away all of the time. You may have her for ten cents."
Please give him more, mamma," whispered Minnie, and Mrs.
Vine handed the delighted little boy a bright twenty-five-cent piece.
"You are worth a great deal more than that," said Minnie,
Snowball looked up at her and purred softly, as if she would say
she knew that Minnie was right.

SPAIR of bald eagles built their
Ine-t in a high tree on a river-shore in
Virginia. I will tell you a true story
about them:
Mr. Heath lived not far off, and
one day, while walking on his farm, he
heard a pig squealing over his head.
I never heard of a pig with
wings," he said to himself, looking
up in the air. But this poor little pig did not want to fly. The huge
eagle had seized him, and was bearing him to his nest. Just at the
foot of the tree the bird lit on the ground, and began to strike the
pig on the head with his powerful beak.


I will have that pig myself," said Mr. Heath; but, as he ran up
the eagle rose in the air with his prey.
Not long after this, Mr. Heath shot at the same bird and crippled
him. He then tried to kill him with a heavy stick, and his son ran
to help him.
Now began a real battle. The eagle fixed his piercing eye on his
enemy, and rushed to meet him. The first blow from the stick

stunned the bird, but he quickly came to himself. When, at last, he
seemed to be dead, Mr. Heath and his son set out homeward, each
holding a wing of the eagle. All at once he revived, and tried to
strike with his beak. They had to stop and renew the fight, and
finally killed the brave bird. He was found to measure seven feet
from the tip of one wing to the other.


THE apple-tree could not think, but it seemed to know that

Sambo liked sweet apples. It dropped one to the ground. Away
the apple went, rolling down-hill. The apple-tree you see, stood in
a sloping pasture. Sambo was a black pony. When he saw the
apple he galloped joyfully after it.
I want that apple myself," cried little Joe. He was looking
through the pasture bars. Grandpa Grey stood by him, holding
sister Belle upon his shoulder.
I think, Jocy boy, that there are apples enough left for you.
You can spare Sambo this one."

There I've lost my ale!" said loe. .
through the pasture bars. Grandpa Grey stood by him, holding

I think, Joey boy, that there are apples enou-,h left for you
You can spare Sambo this one."
By this time Sambo had chased the apple to the foot of the
little hill. It stopped against the wall, and the pony ate it with

"There! I've lost my apple! said Joe.


Just then Mitchie,.the cow, strolled near the apple-tree. She
knew as well as Sambo where the sweet apples came from. She
stretched up her neck to reach the fruit. She could not quite do it,
and looked sad. But Safibo saw her and did not look sad at all.
He set out on a fast gallop for poor Mitchie. He flung his heels in
the air at her, and frightened the timid cow away. Then he smelled
on the ground for apples, but found none.
Served you right, you stingy thing !" cried Belle.
Now, Joey, you see how it looks to be selfish," said Grandpa

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UR neighbor Major is a very kind dog. You have
S" read how he once carried a hungry kitten in his
mouth to the farm-house where the family
I bought their milk. Since then he has shown
I .his good heart in another way.
S'" 'I/ Major is a large dog. You might suppose
that he would be fond of teasing other dogs.
Some great boys like to vex, and sometimes
hurt, smaller boys. But Major has no such fault.
A little while ago there came to the house a poor, lean, hungry
stranger. It was a dog who had lost his master and had no home.


When he saw Major he stopped and looked frightened. But Major
bade him welcome in dog language, and seemed to pity him.
The stranger looked so forlorn that the family let him remain
and rest. He was fed and washed and permitted to sleep by the

kitchen fire. He stayed at the house a few days, and then began to
look strong and happy.
One day Major's mistress said, Now that dog is well again, he
must go away. It is time that he went to his own master."
So she took the broom, and made a motion with it to drive the
stranger from the kitchen.
And what do you think Major said to that ? Why, nothing in
words But he walked up to the poor dog, and put one paw gently
over his neck. Then he looked at his mistress severely, as if to say,
" If he goes, I go too."
The poor dog was permitted to stay till his master came for him.


ONE night a wise old mouse crept down the garden path. Per-
haps he was looking for the moon. But the moon was hidden
behind the barn.
Buzz, the cat, was
sitting beneath a currant-
bush. When the mouse
came by he pounced upon / -
Ah, my fine fellow !"
he purred; I will eat you
in a gray coat this time !"
Then he climbed to the
roof of the shed, and took I.
the wise old mouse with
The mouse began a
little, peeping song.
"Why do you sing?"
mewed the cat, putting
him down on the roof, with
one paw upon his back.
"I always sing at this tim1:-, Of nMi..l t'
squeaked the mouse. I 111lll I 11 C v r
happy to have you sing with ii-,.,
This pleased Buzz, who was vain. He
stretched up his neck, as if to look over the barn
at the moon, and began to sing.
The wise mouse peeped softly, but the cat was fond of his own
voice, and sang with all his might.
Then he took his paw from the mouse to beat time.
When the tune was done Buzz looked down and only saw a
hole in the roof.


Just then the moon peeped over the barn, and looked into the
hole. A little star twinkled there. It was the merry eye of the wise
old mouse.
Since that day it is noticed that cats sing sadly in the night-


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by one, if you go into the meadow, or down
the lane, you will see another kind of star. This is the glow-worm.
Though it is called so, it is not a real worm. It is a kind of grub,
with a pale fire, or glow, at the end of its tail. But this is not like
the fire that cooks your food, and keeps you warm. It will not burn,
or give out heat. If you take the bug in your hand it cannot harm
you. It will walk up and down, all over it, and will cast a glow so
that you will be able to see it very well.
What do you suppose this little glow-worm carries this funny
light for? Why, so that its mate may find it in the dark, perhaps.
It lies at rest all day, and does not wake until dusk, when it comes
out at the same time with the bat and the owl.


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When very young he was given to a little girl, who was sick, on
her birthday. She was in bed most of the time, and little Bunnie
would creep under the pillows, or close to his new mistress, to keep
warm. He grew very tame, and he and his mistress were very fond
of each other.
Bunnie was growing larger and fatter all the time. He became
a beautiful squirrel, with a glossy coat, and a great, fluffy tail that
a beautiful squirrel, with a glossy coat, andi a great, fluffy tail that


looked like a gray plume, it was so soft and pretty. He had a shin-
ing tin house to live in; but he did not like it one bit. He cried, and
scolded, and beat the bars with his paws so hard when he was put
into it. His mistress could not bear to see him do this, and only
shut him up when he was naughty. So he used to run all over the
house, inside and out.
His nuts and other food he liked were kept in a small tin box on
a window-sill. Bunnie learned to raise the lid with his teeth. He
looked very cunning while opening the box, and sitting beside it,
nibbling a nut, or a piece of bread held in his paws.
He would play hide-and-seek with his mistress. When tired
of play he would creep- up to her, and rest his little nose against her
face or neck, and sometimes creep into her pocket and go to sleep.
One day Bunnie was missing. He did not come to his dinner;
he could not be found anywhere about the house or yard. Where
was Bunnie?
That night his mistress heard queer, scratching sounds in the
fireplace. She listened, and wondered if it could be Bunnie.
Then she got up, and, after much pulling, moved a small stove.
Putting her hand as far as she could reach up the chimney, she felt
a soft something. It was Bunnie; and a very black, scared Bunnie,
He had fallen down the chimney, and been in the fireplace all
day. He let his mistress put him right into a bowl of water, and
while she washed him he drank as much as he could, for the poor
little squirrel was hungry, and thirsty too. Bunnie slept that night
on his mistress' bed, as snugly as a squirrel could wish. He never
fell down the chimney again.

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"LACE- WINGS" is another and much prettier name for these
busy trappers. They know well where to find a dry, sandy soil, and
there they settle themselves. A snug, retired place it must also be.
They work to make it an attractive by-path for the travellers they
love best to see.
First of all
these wily workers
must make a fun-
nel-shaped trap. In
this they sit and
watch, resting pa-
tiently at the very
point of this fairy
pitfall. Presently
a plain little ant
steps in, trudging 01
wearily with its
burden of grain.
Then, all of a sud-
den, as if a spring
had given away,
over topples the fine I-and 'ur wi ;e biiuildcr ha- '
put together in a lit:h_ healp. It 1-0ll- al),,,Lt inI
every direction, and bli,.l, the imiall an t-tra \llkr.
It entangles the bits ,, (,__t. and thin.l the way-
farer is utterly helpless. lhcn the ant-liun puunces
upon its prey and makes a hearty meal.


A very clever insect is the ant-lion. He always keeps an eye
out for larder comforts. He never forgets to hide every part of his

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own delicate frame, except his jaws, within the funnel-shaped trap.
Ah, he is, indeed, a very clever fellow!


Do you know, when we are having such good times at Christ-
mas, what sweet music they have in Norway, that cold country
across the sea? One day in the year the simple peasants who live
there make the birds very happy, so that they sing, of their own free
will, a glad, joyous carol on Christmas morning.
And this is why they sing on that morning more than on any
other. After the birds have found shelter from the north wind on
Christmas-eve, and the night is still and bright with stars, or even if
the storm be ever so severe, the good people bring out sheaves of


corn and wheat from their storehouses. Tying them on slender
poles, they raise them from every spire, barn, gate-post, and gable;

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eace, good-will to men !
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FOR a long time a red squirrel made his home in our stable.
He was an active little fellow, and we all loved to see him frisk
about. He would perch on a box or barrel, and watch us with a
saucy kind of look. He would let us get almost near enough to
touch him, and then dart quickly away to some hiding-place.
Our little girl named him Frisk. Frisk seemed to think that
his best friend about the place was Fanny, our gentle old horse. He
had no fear of her, and would eat grain from her stall every day.
He got so that he knew when it was time for her to be fed. He
would come out as soon as her feed was brought, and eat with her.
I often watched them, from a distance, and could not help thinking
that Fanny liked to have the squirrel with her.
One time, when I went to the stable, I found the squirrel sitting
on Fanny's back, as though waiting for a ride. I called my little
on Fanny's back, as though waiting for a ride. I called my little


girl to enjoy the sight with me; but as soon as Frisk saw us he
jumped lightly down and ran away.
Soon after this we missed our squirrel from the stable, and have
never seen him since. I do not know what became of him. I think
he must have got killed; for I do not believe he would have left us
of his own accord.

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BRUCE was a Scottish dog, that lived in Edinburgh. His mas-
ter kept a grocery store.
A man used to pass almost every day with meat-pies to sell.
He carried a bell, and rang it now and then, to let people know he
was coming. He only asked a penny apiece for his pies, but they
were small, and an English penny is worth about two of our cents.
One day Bruce was sitting at the door of the shop when the
pie-man came along. He saw the dog's wistful look, and gave him
a pie.
Bruce wagged his tail for "Thank you," and put the pie in his
dinner-basket in a hurry.
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, went the bell next day. Bruce bounded
out from the shop, caught the pie-man's coat in his teeth, and would
not let go. He did not tear the coat, but showed very plainly that
he meant to keep the man there till he had a pie. The dog's master
stood in the door-way.


The pie-man took a penny out of his pocket, showed it to the
dog, and pointed to his master. Bruce understood. He bounded to
his master's side, put his fore-paws on him, wagged his tail, and
looked up in his face with eager, entreating eyes. The penny was
given, and Bruce took it in his mouth to the man, and bought his

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Every day after that he watched for the pie-man, and the
moment he heard the bell he ran to his master, and begged for a
penny. It was never refused; and so Bruce became a regular cus-
tomer; a .good one, too, for he always paid promptly, and never
found fault.
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PONTO, the spotted dog, came trotting into the field behind the
barn. He held in his mouth a fine bit of cooky which the baby
gave him.
As he ran he growled to himself, I do wish
babies ate bones instead of (. ck-. I am tired
of cookies. I will hide this till t -morrow."
The wise old mouse was '.' i the field
just then, seeing the grass "," \.
grow. He heard the dog, and
he thought the cooky would / ."
be nice. So he squeaked," Do
you want a bone, Ponto ? ..-
Yes ; have you got one ?" barked the dog.
"I think the dog fairy has one fr you,"was
the reply. /' -
This pleased Ponto. He had ncvr -heard of
the dog fairy. He thought a fairy-l ni. must be
-sweet. So he said he should be thankful for one.


The mouse squeaked to him to run around three times in a
circle; then he was to lie down in the grass, and shut his eyes for
three minutes; then he could open them, and look for the bone.
Ponto at once dropped the cooky. He ran around and around
after his tail ever so many times. Then he laid down and shut his
eyes. After a while he jumped up again. But there was no bone.
And the cooky was gone! The wise old mouse had carried it off
to his children. Ponto was puzzled. I must have turned around
too many times," he snarled.
Ever since then some dogs have a habit of walking about in a
circle before they lie down in the grass. Perhaps they are thinking
of the fairy-bone.
Whenever an educated mouse sees a dog going about in this
way he laughs in his sleeve.

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IT was a very rainy morning. As usual it was Maurice's duty to
lead Charley and Dolly from the pasture for their breakfast of oats.
Maurice," said his mamma, as she saw the big rain-drops com-
ing down, put on your big straw hat; it will help to keep the rain
from your shoulders."
Maurice put it on, buttoned up his great overcoat, and started
for the pasture. At the bars Charley and Dolly were all ready.
But when Charley saw Maurice with the great, broad-brimmed
hat pulled down over his head, he drew back and refused to be led.
He seemed to say, No, sir! you can't make me believe this is my
little friend. This is some stranger, an enemy probably, who has
come to steal me out of the pasture, and rob my master. But I
know too much for that. I shall not stir one step "
In vain Maurice tried to coax and urge the usually willing
animal, letting the rain pour down his unprotected face. Now


Charley was all right, -he came at once to Maurice. Dolly was
behind, and was also ready to follow him.
Just then another horse, full of mischief, caught up the hat in
his teeth and started off with it. Away he scampered over the
pasture, Maurice after him. Such a race! Now and then the horse
would drop the hat, and stand demurely waiting, as if the game was

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over. Before Maurice could get to the hat to pick it up he would
seize it again and away he would go.
All this time Charley and Dolly stood at the bars, saying noth-
ing, but looking as if they approved of the whole performance. I
think if Charley could have put it into language he would have said,
" You see horses know a thing or two. If you will come to the
pasture disguised like a robber you must take the consequences."
After this Maurice always left his broad-brimmed hat at home
when it rained. His mamma agreed with him, that as Charley
seemed so particular about his looks he had better wear his felt hat,
and take an umbrella.


MINNIE-CAT was cross, and would not let the three little chicks
come near her. Minnie was our old gray cat, and the three chicks

were poor, motherless things, only two days old. Something had
caught the old hen and eight of her chicks during the night, and
these three poor little things were left to themselves. They were
tiny and helpless, and spent the most of their time in crying. Min-
nie was cross to them, and before night came she had killed one.
The next morning Minnie found four little kittens, which she
claimed for her own. They were in one corner of the barn, near
the place where the fowls were kept. She was so happy now that
she forgot to be cross to the chicks; she was even very friendly to
them; and before night we found them cosily nestled at her side
with the kittens.
The chicks and kittens did not look much like brothers and


sisters, but it was a pretty sight to see them together. The chicks
were quite contented, and the old cat seemed to think as much of
them as of her kittens.
They spent most of the time with her for several days, and then
a little girl, to whom we had given the chicks, came and took them


DICKIE was twice "adopted," and I will tell you how it happened.
When quite young he and his mother strayed one day near a large
field. Two large mules were grazing in the field. They came to the
barbed-wire fence to look at the wanderers.
Hezekiah, the larger of the two, fell in love with Dickie, and
wished to have him for a pet. Reaching his head between the rows
of wire he caught the little creature by the foot, and dragged him
through into the field, hurting him badly. The mother strayed away
and was never seen again.
A lady at the ranch-house, an invalid, saw this strange perform-
ance from her window. When evening came, and the men returned


from the fields, she induced two of them to go and look after the
strange colt. Hezekiah was standing near him, tenderly licking his
wounds, when the men entered the enclosure. Dickie was faint

was grieved over the loss of his pet.
Dickie was adopted for the second time by the people at the
ranch-house. They were very kind to him, and for a while fed him
milk with a spoon. But he was soon able to take care of himself.
He became very frisky as he grew stronger. Still he loved to
be petted, and would often rub his head against the invalid lady's
arm. When she was able to go about he walked out daily by her
side, and was as demure and gentle as a kitten.
One day, when most of the family had gone to town, Dickie
grew lonesome. He concluded he would go into the house to stay


with the lady. She was sitting alone in the dining-room. You can
imagine her surprise when Dickie walked in. He looked very large
in the house, and she quickly drove him out.
Another day, as she sat in the parlor, playing on the piano, he
walked quietly in, and stood looking at her with his great, shining

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eyes. As long as she played he remained quiet. When she ceased
he began to move about, and she was again obliged to drive him out.
After then he would stand with his head in the window, and listen
to her playing.
When she left the ranch he jumped over the fence after all had
left the place. He not only followed the carriage to the depot, but
ran for some distance after the train.

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