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AUTHOR OF KETTLE CLUS SERIES.
CLAXTON, REMSEN & HAFFELFINGER,
819 & 821 MAIIKET STREET.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1S70, by
CLAXTON, REISEN & IIAFFELFINGER,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of tile United States, in and for
the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
J. FAGAN & SON, STEREOTYPES. MOORE BROTIIERS, PRINTERS.
TO THE WARD CHILDREN,
WRITER'S CORDIAL INTEREST AND LOVE.
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THE TIN SOLDIER'S IVAL, 9
JACK'S KITE-TOLD BY PETER'S NEW HEAD, 14
THE BISHOP'S NEPHEW--TOLD BY THE TOY
GAZUL'S TIGER-TOLD BY THE FLANNEL ELE-
LOKE AND THE DWARF- TOLD BY THE DONKEY, 114
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THE TIN SOLDIER'S RIVAL.
..i- 1HE next evening the
_- Club met again, and as
ni nurse was seized with a
Severe attack of tooth-
S-- ache, which obliged her
to take sleeping-drops, the toys had the
hearth to themselves earlier than usual.
The first object that Katie noticed was
Dinah in her place, with the broom, ready
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10 THEJ DOLL'S CLUB.
to sweep away the cross dollies, at any time,
out of the group.
Next the lid of the wooden box flew off,
and out stepped the tin soldier, still wear-
ing his wreath of blue-muslin flowers, and
followed by the whole tin regiment.
"March!" growled the soldier under
his jacket, and the company formed in line,
keeping step beautifully, until he drew
them up on one side of the president, as if
to defend the crying-baby from all enemies,
at the point of the bayonet.
"Where is my rival?" asked the tin
Oh, ho you want to meet him then,"
chuckled the walnut chairman. Peter,
we are waiting for you."
The bureau drawer slowly opened, and
All the toys laughed merrily over his
THE DOLL'S CLUB. 11
odd looks, and Katie joined the rest. It
was not because Peter was ugly or old or
worn that they laughed, for he was a very
handsome boy doll, dressed in a green jacket
and gilt buttons, gray knee-breeches, white
stockings, and pretty boots with steel
buckles. He was also three times as large
as the tin soldier but he carried his head
under one arm.
The tin soldier coughed disdainfully at
a rival with no head on his shoulders.
Why did you come without your head,
Peter ?" laughed the crying-baby.
"I can't help it," said Peter, in an in-
jured tone. "My heads have been broken
so many times this year! My first face
was plaster, with rolling black eyes; that
went on the pavement -crash! my second
was china, and Tom shut it into the
crack of the door; my third was wax,
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and Charlie bit away the nose with his
sharp little teeth. This fourth one is India
rubber, and I wish you would tell me if it
is becoming, for nurse has forgotten to sew
it on," added Peter, holding the new head
in the proper place to try the effect.
"Beautiful! cried the fickle china
ladies, who had already forgotten the major-
"Yes, and it will wear forever," said
Polly, whose head was rubber too.
The tin soldier turned green with envy
My head has something to say, I
believe. I am not very well acquainted
with it yet, so I do not know what it will
be," said Peter.
If the head tells a story, it is not your
story," said the tin soldier, longing to make
trouble in some way.
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"Yes, it is my story, too, for the head
belongs to me," retorted Peter, who had
plenty of pluck, if he was not a soldier.
"I consider myself insulted! I belong
to the regular army shouted the major-
general. Will you fight a duel, sir ?"
No; I am going to tell a story instead,"
said Peter quietly.
The tin soldier was in a white heat by
this time; he strutted up and down, and
then he gave the order to his men:
Each little tin bayonet was aimed at
Peter in an instant, so well drilled was the
company. Dinah rushed forward, flourish-
ing her broom, and brushed the brave of-
ficer not only out of the circle but across the
room, where he fell into the globe of water
where the gold-fish lived.
"Let him cool down in the water; 1:
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makes it Liss and boil now. Go on with
The tale was very much like this; and
of course it was about New England, for
Peter's new head came from Yankee-land,
although his body was made in New York.
TOLD BY PETER'S NEW HEAD.
5,E7- HERE can be no doubt about it, Jack
%* was a very unlucky boy. In appear-
ance he was thin and sallow-faced, because
from his earliest infancy some portion of
his inside arrangements were always giving
out. Now he had a pain in his foot;- now
his left arm was stiff in the joint; his head
almost always ached, and very often the
pain was in his stomach, especially when
he had eaten cake and tarts. If he
attempted to run with his playmates across
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the common, his heart beat as if it would
hop out of his slender body, and generally
he stumbled over a pebble and scratched
his nose against the ground into the bar-
gain. If he went skating in the clear,
frosty winter air, when the faces of the
other children bloomed with the scarlet
roses of health and happiness, poor Jack
took cold, and had an ear-ache, wandering
about the house for a week afterward in a
gray flannel dressing gown and slippers,
like a solemn little old man.
If he went on a fishing excursion down
the harbor on a sultry summer day, he was
sure to grow sea-sick and be stowed away
under a pile of cloaks and shawls, so that
he had none of the fun.
Yet Jack lived in a handsome house, sur-
rounded by kind friends, who were always
trying to make him tough and well. That
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was the worst of it! If they would only
have left him alone in peace, instead of
drowning him in such floods of kindness,
the poor little fly might have struggled to
dry land again. How Jack dreaded to
hear a lady say:
My dear Mrs. Thornton, why don't
you give your little boy cod-liver oil? My
Johnny has learned to love it, he has taken
so much already."
Ugh! the nasty stuff! A cold chill
crept down Jack's spine only to think of it.
Or it was a gentleman who remarked:
"Thornton, perhaps iron or quinine
would make something of that boy. Why
don't you have the celebrated Dr. Quackus
see him? "
Then Dr. Quackus came to look at Jack
through his spectacles, and poke him about
until he was weary of his life.
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Jack had no brothers or sisters. His
parents were astonished at him. H-ow
could a boy be in such delicate health who
had so much done for him?
Do you know one reason why, little
reader? His mamma was very careful to
obey the doctor, which was quite proper;
but when that gentleman ordered Master
Jack to have dry bread and milk for his
supper, (Jack hated milk!) and something
else which was equally dry for his break-
fast, he visited his friend the cook, who
gave him raisins and goodies; or worse
still, he spent his spare pennies at a bake-
shop in stale pastry, which made him giddy
Thus, while mamma brought up Jack by
rule, from the moment he stepped out of
bed to be plunged into a cold bath, from
which he came up chattering and shivering,
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to the hour when he went to bed again, all
the precious gold dust was ebbing out
through Jack's own mischief and the cook-
One day, mamma's cousin, young Dr.
White, came home from Germany, where
he had been educated; and he wore funny
caps, and smoked great pipes with beautiful
ladies painted upon the porcelain bowls.
Dr. White had not been in the house two
days, before he met Jack rushing out of the
kitchen with a large cluster of raisins in his
What on earth Dr. White was doing
there, Jack could never make out, but we
shall know presently.
The poor darlint wants something' now
and then, sur," said cook.
"Of course," replied Dr. White. Give
me some raisins too, will you, cook?"
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So the young gentleman received his
share merrily, and went with Jack into the
dining-room, where the raisins were piled
upon the table.
Preserve us! how Dr. White did eat
them up, to be sure. He made queer faces,
as he seemed to swallow a dozen at one
time; he tossed them up in the air, catching
them in his mouth; and Jack was so much
amused watching his pranks, that he ceased
eating until they were all gone.
Then Dr. White paused, and grew sober
in a moment.
"What would you rather have most in
the world?" he asked suddenly.
Jack stopped to reflect. He owned a
hobby-horse, with flowing tail and fiery red
morocco nostrils; a ball; a wagon; a chest
of tools; a top oh! he had no kite.
"I will give you a kite," said Dr. White,
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if you will tell me where there is a nice
confectioner's or bakery--say, round the
corner from your school."
I '11 show you one in a minute," cried
Jack, "a real nice one, where they have
little slices of mince-pie for five cents -
home-made, you know and lots of tarts."
"Yes, I thought so," replied Dr. White,
very quietly. "I shall run round there in
recess, the first time I am hungry, and
have plenty of pennies in my pocket."
Poor Jack had told all his secrets now,
yet the young doctor did not bully him at
The kite was splendid! One side was
blue paper like the sky, with a silver moon
upon it, and a border of stars round the
margin, while the other side was entire
gold-leaf, over which floated a dove on out-
spread wings. Then the tail was yards
THE DOLL'S CLUB. 21
long, and all of knotted ribbons. It must
have taken a Whole milliner's shop of rib-
bons, mamma said. The kite was not a
Chrll-hi.s or a New Year's gift, certainly,
but it came on Thl:inl.:-giving Day, which
amounts to nearly the same thing, for then
every one's face beams in the family circle,
and the children peep at the dainties, won-
dering how they will taste.
Dr. White invited Jack to take a walk
with him, which the little man was ready
enough to do, for they were great friends
"Now then, Jack," said his companion,
when they had closed the door and were
treading the crisp snow under foot, I gave
you the kite to please you, did n't I? and
I want you to do something to please me in
return. That is a fair bargain."
"Yes," said Jack, with his chin in the
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air: he was staring straight up at the roof
of the State IHuse. "Oh! I say, though,
would n't it be fun to fly the kite from the
top of the State House ? "
Dr. White put his hand on the boy's
head, and brought Jack's eyes and thoughts
down to the earth again with a sudden jerk.
I will show you the heavens to-night,
child. But about the bargain: I wish you
to promise me never to buy another pie at
the baker's, or beg any more goodies from
Jack's eyes grew very large and round.
He had no idea he was doing wrong in de-
ceiving his family about what he ate-only,
they nagged him so much at the table, it
seemed easier to get things another way.
"The kite seems worth it," observed Dr.
White, looking at Jack, who hung his head,
feeling horribly shy and queer, and not
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knowing what to say exactly. However,
by the time they returned to the house the
matter was arranged between the two, and
Jack had promised, honor bright, not to be
again tempted by the "home-made" pastry,
which had already made so much mischief
under his jacket.
Alas! all manner of snares and pit-
falls awaited him on that perilous Thanks-
What was a small boy to do, with his
father and mother a great way off, almost
hidden by huge turkeys, and chickens, and
soup-tureens, while all the other children
around him were doing as they liked, for
Thanksgiving Day comes but once a year.
Even Dr. White was seated on the opposite
side of the table beside a pretty young lady
in a blue dress, and he could not keep his eye
on Jack all the time, as a matter of course.
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The ice-cream towered in delicious pyra-
mids; the jellies quivered in amber and
ruby lights; the nuts peeped out of their
shells temptingly before Jack's dazzled
eyes, and no mortal knows how much was
consumed by him. Dr. White looked anx-
iously at the little boy when dinner was
over; but Jack appeared very bright and
well remarkably well his cheeks were
flushed, his eyes bright as diamonds, and he
went capering about, the gayest of the gay.
There were funny games and tricks
played by old and young with equal spirit,
and then Dr. White invited the company
to visit the cupola on top of the house,
where he had placed a telescope for the
German student knew everything, it seemed
to the little people. Every one in turn
peeped through the slender tube which
served as a tiny gateway to admit them into
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another world, or rather worlds within
worlds of planets and stars, from which our
world must seem only a tiny star, if it is
visible at all. That was a very odd idea to
Jack. Were there people up there in each
of those beautiful golden globes, who had
never visited Boston and the Common -
who did not even know there was such a
place? It made his head spin round like a
top, only to think of it.
At last it was time to go to bed, (long
past the usual hour,) and Jack still felt ex-
tremely gay he could sit up all night, he
thought, and not feel a bit sleepy. The
fact was, every nerve in his small body was
screwed up to the highest pitch of excite-
ment, like the chords of a violin. He said
his prayers in rather a rambling fashion,
for the kite stood in the corner, where he
could look at it, and that made his thoughts
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wander a trifle, so that mamma put away
the kite in the next room, and then he re-
peated Our Father smoothly enough.
When he was tucked snugly in bed, Dr.
White looked in at the door, just to say
good night, and feel of Jack's hot fore-
"Do let me have the kite over there
again, please," whispered Jack, entreatingly.
"I shall see it the first thing in the morn-
ing, you know."
So Dr. White good-naturedly dragged
the kite back again, placing it where the
morning sunlight would fall upon it; and
if he was not as good as gold in humoring
all Master Jack's whims, nobody ever was.
Something very curious happened. Dr.
White had not been gone a moment,
hardly, when the kite hopped out of the
corner, and twirled around, so that Jack
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could plainly see the silver moon on the
blue background, and the white dove flying
over the gold paper.
"I will fly you just as soon as the
weather is mild," said Jack.
"As to that," replied the kite, dragging
its long tail on the floor, "there is no time
like the present."
Do you mean -" began Jack, rising up
in bed on one elbow.
"Exactly," jerked the kite, giving
another hop. "Are you sleepy ?"
"Not at all," laughed Jack.
"Very well, then, meet me in ten min-
utes on the roof of the State House; and
the kite, darting through the open window,
Was not that a famous idea ? Just what
Jack had thought of in the day, too, when
he was out walking with Dr. White. He
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skipped out of bed and ran down stairs,
out the front door, into the snow-covered
street. There was no time to dress oneself
when one had an engagement to keep with
a kite on the roof of the State House; yet
Jack did not feel at all cold as he ran
through the silent streets, but delightfully
warm almost too warm-- although it
was winter weather. The snow hung in
feathery masses upon the trees; the moon
shed a cold, bright light upon the roofs and
steeples, and the watchmen did not see
Jack as he flitted along. How lucky the
great doors were unlocked, and the boy
pushed his way into the silent, deserted
I-Ie was not at all afraid; he seemed to be
borne along up the stairway, his feet scarce-
ly touching the steps, and the wind rushed
past him like the quick flutter of wings.
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Now he was on the roof. How de-
lightfully high it was! only it made him
catch his breath a little, and 'feel rather
giddy, to be standing in the gutter of
the roof, so near the brink, waiting for
Whirr There it came, sailing gracefully
along to the place of rendezvous.
I am on time," said the kite. This is
a fine, airy location."
"Ye-e-s," replied Jack, doubtfully, hug-
ging a lightning-rod; he began to think it
very airy indeed.
"Just fasten the tip of my tail around
your waist for a girdle, and we will sail up
to the moon," said the kite, briskly.
"To the moon !" gasped Jack.
Certainly," replied the kite; up there
somewhere, to make a few calls."
In another moment the kite was soaring
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up through the air toward the moon, with
Jack tied to its tail.
"Supposing the tail should break,"
"It will not break," replied the white
dove on the upper side, quivering its soft
plumage. "Now we are to enjoy our-
selves, I should hope."
"Of course," replied Jack, faintly; and
then he looked down at the earth, which
grew every moment farther away, wonder-
ing, if he fell, would it be into the broad,
dazzling sea, or upon the sharp spike of a
We will visit the large planets to-night,"
said the kite, as they flew along; "we have
not time to call upon all of the stars, you
The kite was certainly full of pranks; it
imitated the flight of different birds, now
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darting swiftly forward, now rising in slow
circles, always higher and higher, until the
stars blinked all their bright eyes at Jack;
comets glided down the heavens, leaving
fiery trains of golden splendor behind;
shooting-stars' scattered fireworks occasion-
ally, and a meteor of clear emerald-green
light sailed so near that the young explorer
feared the kite's tail would get scorched, and
then he would go spinning through the air
like a feather.
The kite hovered over Mercury, and
allowed Jack to stand upon his feet. Yes,
he stood upon the planet Mercury, but it
did not look at all as it had done through
the telescope. Jack broke off a bit, and
tasted it: the planet Mercury was made of
pastry. Oh! it was a delightful place!
The mountains were plum-cakes rising to
great heights, and some of them were
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covered with a perpetual snow of frosted
sugar, because no person had ever climbed
so high as to nibble the sugar away.
These mountains were veined with cur-
rant-jelly instead of gold or silver, and the
rocks were delicious fruits- apples, oranges,
and pears of great size, which occasionally
rolled down the slopes, and then there was
a royal feast among the *natives in the
The people were very tiny, and they
were dressed in a kind of flexible armor,
which made them resemble tin soldiers.
They were very warlike in their disposition,
and, besides having all manner of military
tactics, they were all busy as bees erecting
a great wall of sponge-cake to defend them
The great wall of China, built to keep in
check the wild Mongol chiefs of the north,
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about which Jack had studied in his geog-
raphy, was nothing in comparison to the
immense fortification heaped together by
the little people residing in the planet
They dwelt in chocolate tents, on cocoa-
nut and lemon-cream banks, beside flowing
rivers of raspberry-sirup which frothed into
refreshing cascades of sparkling soda-water
here and there, or formed tranquil lakes of
pure amber honey. The inhabitants roamed
about without any settled place of abode, all
their energies being brought into requisi-
tion by the sponge-cake ramparts, and, as
only a few crumbs could be added at a
time, it was necessarily slow work--so
they struck the chocolate tents, and followed
along the wall.
At first they were very suspicious of
Jack, supposing he had come to give them
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battle; but at last their fears abated, and
they permitted him to sit down in their
What puzzled Jack the most was that
they did not eat more than wasps or bees
might have done, surrounded as they were
by a world of goodies.
"If some of us boys only lived here, we
would eat up all the plum-cake mountains
in a jiffy," cried Jack.
Nature is always wise," said one of the
tiny people, who must have been the king,
as he wore a crown upon his head, although
he labored with the rest upon the great
wall, instead of living in a palace. "If
such hungry creatures as' you had been
born here, the whole planet would have
only made you a good dinner, I suppose;
while we do not require to eat so much, be-
cause a sniff of the air here, perfumed with
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all kinds of food, is as good as a meal, and
"Nutritious air," repeated Jack; "if I
only had that, I should never need a doc-
Have you seen the objects of interest in
our country, sir ?" asked the little king,
who was very dignified in his manner.
"We are doing a great work in building
the wall, and we have a volcano besides."
Come and see the volcano," piped the
tiny subjects, and the king led the way.
The volcano was very magnificent; it
towered up to an immense height, (almost
to Jack's knee!) and streams of fire flamed
from the crater on the summit. If the
Vesuvius or Etna of the planet Mercury
had been served in a large dish, it would
have been exactly like the pudding placed
before mamma on Christmas Day, with
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brandy blazing on the top and down the
"It's a pudding! shouted Jack.
"A volcano," replied the king.
"I know what it is made of," cried Jack.
"I saw' cook make one with citron and
lemon and spices, and lots of things. Let
me eat a piece."
No, no! cried the little king in dismay.
"He will destroy our volcano with his
dreadful appetite. Seize him!"
All the angry subjects obeyed their ruler
by climbing over Jack, who was soon over-
powered, because his mouth was held firmly
shut by soft bands, delicate as cobweb, until
he was nearly suffocated.
"If we keep his mouth shut he cannot
eat up our volcano," said the little king,
fiercely; and the subjects wound the cob-
web bands fold over fold across Jack's face,
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in spite of all his struggles to release
Suddenly the boy felt himself jerked
round the waist, where the kite's tail was
still fastened, and gently drawn away from
his enemies into the pure, fresh atmosphere,
where he could breathe freely once more.
The last glimpse he had as he soared away
into the blue sky again, was the tiny
people drawn up on the sponge-cake fortifi-
cations, prepared to repel invasion, or perish
in defence of their native soil; and, stand-
ing thus, rank upon rank, they looked
more like tin soldiers than ever.
"How did you like Mercury ? asked
"If I could only have drunk some of the
sirup rivers, I should have been better sat-
isfied," sighed Jack, regretfully.
"It is quite as well for you that you en-
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joyed the nutritious air only," said the
kite. "Look at me, how strong yet slen-
der I am, and I have no appetite at all for
I wish that I was a kite, then," groaned
poor Jack. "But where are we going
"To Venus," said the kite.
How they rushed along, far above the
clouds and worlds, with the cool air fanning
Jack's face like the soft vibration of angels'
wings! If he had only carried a lantern
he would certainly have been taken for a
meteor darting through space, and all the
astronomers would have eagerly followed
his flight, and telegraphed to each other
the wonderful news--that they had seen
Jack Thornton flying through the air, tied
to a kite's tail, paying calls to the different
planets of the solar system.
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Jack discovered that Venus was a ball
of solid gold, and this may be the reason
why it shines with such brightness. One
mild, smiling garden extended before the
young explorer. There were flowers every-
where ranging in clustering masses over
cool caves, and drooping in snowy sprays
from the branches of stately trees, spreading
a gorgeous carpet 6f tulips and lilies, with
nodding, graceful bells from every path.
Strange plants, with broad, green leaves,
towered to lofty heights, with fruit gleam-
ing from every twig in pendent clusters,
like the purple banana, cones upon the
palms, perfumed pomegranate and spicy
mangosteen, or fringed the silvery waters
of lakes where floated lovely blue mists.
A warm glow of yellow sunshine tinged
the rainbow-tinted flowers, the emerald
turf, and clear fountains gushing from
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large shells, which showed transparent
shades of pink and orange in the glorious
radiance. Jack stooped to drink of the
bubbling fountains, and found they were
not really water, but clear glass instead,
while the shells were burnished metal. He
tried to gather some of the tempting fruit
to cool his parched tongue, but that was
metal also, gold, silver, and steel, thickly
studded with jewels, hanging among enam-
"What a strange place! said Jack, turn-
ing to the flowers. "I am so thirsty! I
will suck the honey from blossoms."
But the lilies were formed of pearls, the
tulips of amethysts, the roses of glowing
crimson rubies, with twinkling diamond
dew-drops gemming the petals.
Now came the inhabitants of the planet
to welcome Jack most politely. They were
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all birds of the most brilliant plumage.
There was the ostrich, the magnificent bird
of paradise with golden tail, the tiny hum-
ming-bird flashing through the sunlight,
the purple aigrette and crest of the little
swallow, the brisk wren, and, grandest of
all, strutted Chanticleer, his feathers shading
from velvet brown and emerald green to
glossy black. Dame Partlet, more soberly
attired in modest white and gray, hopped
up to Jack quite familiarly.
"How do you live up here?" asked
'Jack. "You can't have any corn or
water, I am sure."
"Corn clucked Partlet; what is he
"I am president of the republic," said
Chanticleer. "I have reigned for two
weeks, and the stork vote carried me in.
My term of office does not expire for a
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month longer. Speak to me instead of my
wife, if you have anything to say."
"How do you eat in a country where
everything is metal or jewels ? That is
what I should like to know," returned Jack,
with Y.ankee curiosity and a traveller's
The only reply Chanticleer made was to
strut slowly around the stranger, eying him
with supreme disdain.
"Dear little humming-birds, where do
you sip honey ? coaxed Jack; and where
do the swallows dip their wings in the cool
We were always just the same as we
are now," twittered the swallows and wrens.
"Yes, we are made of the best gold and
silver, with diamonds and rubies set in
our breasts to glitter prettily," said the
hen birds. "What more do you want ?"
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The birds were really made of metal, like
everything else in the planet Venus, and
they had no need of fruits or flowers, for
they never pecked at any food with their
"A conspiracy!" shrieked Chanticleer,
flapping his gorgeous wings defiantly.
"The strange boy is trying to win over the
swallow and wren interest, so that he may
be made president in my place."
The cock pecked at Jack savagely, and a
stork with very long legs, who was vice-
president, clapped his wide beak in a
threatening manner. This made a great
commotion. The ostrich, and other large
birds, declared that President Chanticleer
was right; they would uphold his policy to
the death; and even if the small swallows
and wrens felt friendly toward Jack, the
large birds must carry the day, because
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their voices were loudest and their legs the
longest; so he was driven away from the
region of flowers and trees, out into a gold
Dame Partlet fainted away, with her head
lying genteelly upon an emerald clover-
leaf, and the bird of paradise fanned her
with his delicate plumes, as he was too
great a dandy to care about getting tram-
pled upon in the battle of politics.
Hlow hot it was! The gold desert
stretched before Jack on every side; the
air seemed like the breath of a furnace;
the gold soil scorched his feet; a blinding,
yellow light dazzled over everything; and
when he held out his hands they also
looked golden, like the glowing reflection
of a copper dome when the sun's rays are
shining fiercely upon it. Snow-flakes were
whirling in clouds farther on, cold winds
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were blowing just beyond his reach, but
they seemed to circle swiftly in advance,
like fleeting clouds, leaving Jack in the
dreadful torment of the dry desert.
"Take me away from here," begged the
little boy, looking up at the kite. "I am
We will grow cool, then," returned the
kite, and the next moment they were dash-
ing onward again, faster and faster, with
the stars spinning round giddily, as if they
were dancing a waltz.
"I hope there will be some water to
drink in the next planet," said Jack, as
they approached the third bright star.
"There is plenty of water there,"
chuckled the kite, as if what it was saying
was the rarest joke. ".There are rivers and
oceans, great aqueducts and lakes. But we
will not go there just yet."
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"Why not?" asked Jack, impatiently.
"Because it is the earth, where we came
from, my dear, when we sailed up from
the Boston State House. You can get a
drink at Mars, however."
What would Jack's mamma and papa
have thought, could they have seen their
son sailing past the world in which they
Jack stood on the brink of Mars.
A transparent wall of waters rose before
him, rippling over sparkling sands, shading
from turquoise blue to pink and green
about the coral reefs, as it lapped Jack's
feet. The sea was so crystal clear, and of
such wonderful purity, that the boy could
not believe it was anything but lovely
floating mist, until he stooped to drink a
As sure as fate the broad sea was made
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of lemonade, with great rocks of lemon-
peel bobbing about on the surface, where
stately peaks and fragments of ice also
drifted, in the form of icebergs. Jack
skipped pebbles from the shore for a while;
then he thought he would take another sip
of the delicious waves, and he tasted once
too often, for he fell into the sea, plunging"
head first down, down, through miles of
lemonade. How nice that was! The cold
waves closed above his head, and gurgled
pleasantly around his ears.
He swam so easily and lightly that he
seemed almost to fly, and finally he discov-
ered the reason of this: A curious little fin,
like a glass bubble, had grown upon his
back, which buoyed him up famously.
Sinking gradually through' the vast depths,
he reached the bottom of the sea, and here
he found the sand to be fine, powdered
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sugar, which was the reason why the sea
tasted so sweet, instead of bitterly salt, as
the waters are flavored in Jack's globe.
Who would not rather live in Mars,"
thought Jack, "where one need study no
lessons, never see the doctor, or have one's
hair brushed to be stared at by company,
and kissed by sharp-nosed old ladies who
smell of snuff?"
The most beautiful fish sported about
him, clothed in scales of purple and silver,
and each one did just as they liked, with-
out bothering their heads about forms of
government, as the bird natives of Venus
Jack splashed about with the rest, and
at last he was taken to see the carp princess,
who lived in a grotto of sugar, with a, roof
and chimneys of peppermint candy. The
carp princess had a scarlet and orange
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armor, with gills of frosted gold, and she
sat in the sugar grotto all day long, to be
admired, growing fat, and inflating her
gills slowly. Twelve eels were her maids
of honor, with blue stripes down their backs
to distinguish them from common eels, and
girdles of lemon seeds hung gracefully
around their waists.
The carp princess stared at Jack with
her goggle eyes, and then she said:
"You must be the whale that I have
heard of. I will marry you."
This she intended to be a great honor,
for she had always declined to marry any
of the other fish; but Jack could not see it
in that light precisely.
What a funny idea!" cried the saucy
boy. Marry a fish, indeed!"
Jack was always getting into scrapes.
The tiny soldier-king in Mercury had or-
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dered him to be arrested for trying to eat
the pudding volcano; the birds in Venus
had driven him out with much clamor;
and now he had offended the carp prin-
cess in _..:..i by laughing at her offer of
How angry she was! Out rushed the
twelve eel maids of honor, blue electric sparks
snapping and flashing from their backs,
and Jack fled before them; but they twined
their long bodies in rings about him, giv-
ing him sharp shocks of pain. Oh, dear!
would the kite never drag him out? It is
best not to offend electric eels, and that the
carp princess very well knew, seated in her
"That is my way of punishing cold
suitors," she said to her intimate friend,
the turbot. "They do not forget the sting
for one while."
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The kite always seemed to know when
Jack had been long enough in a place;
so it drew him up out of the lemonade sea
as if its tail had been a fish-line, and Jack
Onward to where Jupiter is suspended
like a (l vt:il lamp in the clear sky, and
Jack's eyes could pierce the distance,
where glittering wreaths of stars formed
dazzling steps for the moon to climb the
Jack had found the right planet at last!
Jupiter was peopled with human beings
like himself; he saw little boys and girls
running about the moment he entered the
streets of a great city. How differently
they lived, though! The houses and
churches were made entirely of glass, so
that Jack could see C.V. thil l! inside.
That must be embarrassing; but other
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people looked in, and he followed their
In one house a large family party were
dining, and Jack pressed his nose against
the glass walls to watch them. There was
nothing at all on the table but empty dishes,
and every one sat very stiff in their chairs,
as if they were afraid to move, which they
well might be, for the soup came spouting
through a tube in the wall, and shot ex-
actly into the tureen, so that not a single
drop was spilled on the table-cloth. The
rest of the dinner followed in the same
way, and the people sat very still while it
shot past their ears from the tubes in the
wall, falling plump into the proper dishes.
Of course the feast was all in a liquid
form, and the people of Jupiter considered
that an advance in civilization.
An old gentleman, with a bald head,
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turned his face to speak at the wrong
moment, and received a shower of spider
gravy on his head for his awkwardness.
So a parrot waiter, hopping upon the old
gentleman's shoulder gravely, pecked at the
gravy with his beak, and wiped the bald
head with a bit of silver paper, which he
carried in one claw as a napkin.
"I have been dining out for thirty
years," said the old gentleman, very much
ashamed of himself, "and I never knew
such a thing happen before."
"It would happen very often, if I lived
here," thought Jack; "only I should try
to have the dinner shot into my mouth, in-
stead of over my head;" and he strolled
onward again. "I have heard that people
who live in glass houses should n't throw
stones. They must be broken pretty often
up here. If I could find a good one now,
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I would have a shy at that wall how
jolly it would crack and smash!"
Jack looked around on the ground -
there was not a stone the size of a pea to
be found. Every one had been carefully
picked up ages before, and put where they
could not injure the glass houses.
How do they go up stairs, I wonder ?"
He soon discovered that the carpets
floated from story to story, so that all the
people had to do was to step upon a car-
pet, and ascend by means of ropes and
I should like to see the kitchen, any-
how; for the little boys and girls here must
visit cook, I suppose."
A little boy stood in one of the glass
houses, who nodded in a friendly way to
Jack, and ran out to meet him.
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"Where were you born, and where do
you go to school? asked the Jupiter boy,
all in one breath.
I was born in Boston," replied Jack.
"Where is that?" asked the Jupiter
boy, innocently. I never heard of it."
"It is a great city, with a State House
and Common, and tall houses. I am to
have a pony, and learn to ride."
We got through with such old-fashioned
brutes ages ago," said the Jupiter boy, con-
temptuously, "if you mean those queer
things with four legs and a tail, for I have
never seen one. We ride on eagles. I
will take you to the stables, if you like."
"First tell where the kitchens are,"
His companion led him through the city
square, where a great sun was suspended
on a high pole to give heat, so that the
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glass houses need have no fires to crack
"That is solidified caloric, to warm the.
whole city at once," said the Jupiter boy,
Whew! what long words," said Jack,
giving a whistle of astonishment.
We have to use long words, because we
are so much in advance of the age," replied
Presently they reached a cliff, which was
entirely honey-combed with large, round
holes, which were passages leading to the
business world. People came running
along as if they were rushing after an ex-
press train, turned somersaults into the
mouth of these tubes, and disappeared.
Jack did the same, and was sucked
through the tunnel by the air, in some
strange way, to the end, before he could
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wink twice. Everything was bustle and
confusion in the working world of Jupiter;
the workmen had to toil like ants to give
the outside city such an elegant effect, and
keep up its appearance. There was a glow-
ing furnace, shedding out a ruddy glare,
where glass was being blown to build new
houses; and there was the great cooking
department to prepare the soups, which
then passed through the tubes to the various
The cooks rushed about with white caps
upon their heads like earthly cooks, and
tossed dishes together in the most skilful
way imaginable. Such dishes as they
were, too Rubber balls boiled to a jelly,
wasp marmalade, beetle sauce, and stewed
Of these last, Jack's companion seemed
particularly fond, for he took up a fresh
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scorpion by the tail, and ate it as Jack had
"We don't eat such things in our world,"
exclaimed Jack, in disgust.
"That is because you don't know enough,"
said the Jupiter boy, smacking his lips over
the dainty morsel with relish. Only see
what grave faces the scullions pull on when
they serve a meal by the clock. They
must count the minutes very carefully, be-
cause, if a soup fails to reach the tureen,
they have their heads cut off."
Jack turned giddy when he looked at
the various articles of food in the larder of
these enlightened people, and saw fat toads
and snakes among other things.
He was dragged through the air tunnel
again somehow, and when he stood in the
city once more, he found the kite waiting
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Remember that we are in advance of
the age," said the Jupiter boy, waving his
cap as Jack rose in the air.
Jack shuddered as he thought of the
public kitchen of Jupiter, and, besides, he
found the motion of the kite was not as
pleasant as it had been.
I wish I was home in bed," yawned the
little man, wearily.
"Courage!" returned the kite. "We
must see Saturn, whatever comes of it.
Don't you remember the planet with rings
around it ? "
Oh, yes! Dr. White said the rings
were composed of fluid matter," said Jack,
brightening up at the prospect.
"We shall soon see for ourselves," said
Saturn presented a very splendid appear-
ance in the distance, but it was nothing
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after all but a large glass marble, such as
Jack and other boys carry in their pockets,
only many times larger than the moon in
size, with the rings blended in different
colors like the rainbow. The surface
was smooth as a frozen lake beneath Jack's
tread, and he could gaze down into the
heart of the crystal, like deep ice-walls,
green and blue, as if they were rifts in the
There was nothing to be done but skate
on the planet Saturn, and this amusement
went on from morning until night; indeed,
all the inhabitants ate, drank, and slept
with their skates on. But although they
all breathed the same air, and skated
on the same surface, society was divided
into proper classes, and each knew their
The grasshoppers came first, and skated
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on a pink stripe altogether, for they were
We were intended to come first, because
our coats are of such a delicate green color,"
said the grasshoppers.
Next came the field-mice, on a yellow
stripe of the marble, and although they
skated very prettily on their hind legs, they
never ventured to skim over the boundary
into the pink dominions of the grasshopper
As for the frog caste, they being lowest
in the grade, and wearing only dingy waist-
coats, they had to content themselves with
gliding about on a dull brown space, which
was suited to their humble condition, and
blinking at their betters, the grasshoppers
Jack was given a pair of skates, (they
looked just like his own new ones at home,
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even to the buckles,) and he was soon glid-
ing over the smooth surface with the rest.
HIe must skate entirely round Saturn, but
when he reached the under side, would he
not stand like a fly on the ceiling, with his
"How will it be?" he asked the kite,
"The attraction of gravitation will keep
Syou just the same as on the earth," said the
kite. Do the people of China crawl about
head downward, because they are on the
other side of the world from you, let me
Jack was going at frightful speed, for the
wind seemed to whirl him along from be-
hind; the skates struck sparks of rosy
flame out of the crystal surface, while the
stripes and rings of Saturn ran as fast as he
did, waving to the right and left like living
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snakes. Now he was approaching the
brink which sloped glassily down, and he
could not stop, for the skates carried him
along as a boat spins in the current leading
to a frightful waterfall. Jack tried to cry
aloud, but the sound was frozen on his lips:
he slid down, down, with frightful rapidity,
and shot out into space over the brink of
Crack! the kite's tail had broken, and he
was whirling through the air, to be tossed
from cloud to cloud like a shuttlecock, to
sink lower and lower, expecting every mo-
ment to strike on some sharp rock gr a
Jack heard a voice say :
Give him ten drops."
What had that to do with it? He was
falling through the air, and the sharp-
peaked rocks were coming up to meet him,
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nearer every moment. If somebody would
only spread a feather-bed to catch him!
In dreadful terror he gave a piercing
shriek, and clutched somebody's hand a
warm, soft hand.
He was sitting up in bed, his forehead
damp with perspiration, and his eyes wild
with fever. The kite stood in the corner
innocently, with the morning sunlight
tinging the white dove, just as if it had not
done all the mischief.
Mamma stood by the bed with Dr. White,
holding medicine, and it was his hand that
Jack had caught to save his fall. They
said that the Thanksgiving dinner had
made Jack ill and delirious all night; but
he knew very well that it was the journey
to the planets instead, although they would
have laughed at him had he told them
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What a kind nurse Dr. White was! He
prepared cool drinks, like the lemonade sea
in Mars; he fanned Jack patiently; he told
funny stories; and when the little boy ar-
rived at the flannel dressing-gown and-
slipper stage of recovery, he carried him
down stairs, to lie upon the sofa beside the
bright coal-fire, where the blaze made odd
Jack liked to have a secret with his new
kite; so when he was well again, he whis-
pered to it, as he was going to bed:
"There are two more planets that we did
not see-Uranus and Neptune; and they are
the farthest away of all. Shall we go there
The kite made no reply.
"Perhaps your tail is not strong enough
to hold me, as it broke before," he sug-
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The tail was perfectly whole, with every
knot of ribbon in its proper place; and the
kite was still silent.
Jack was disappointed. Could they be
right, after all, and he have dreamed every-
thing in a nightmare?
Whether he did or not, the kite never
proposed sailing through the air with him
any more, although the boisterous March
wind carried it up one day quite as high as
the dome of the State I-ouse.
What became of Jack? Did the deli-
cate little boy fade away, and is he now
lying in a small grave where the roses
bloom? Not at all. He was placed en-
tirely under Dr. White's care, who did not
seem in the least like a doctor, and a very
nice time he is having. Dr. White has put
away all the school-books which made
Jack's head ache so dolefully, and locked
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the desk for a time. He has closed the
medicine-box, too, and perhaps that is the
wisest measure of all; at least, Jack thinks
so, and he must be a good judge.
Far away in the mountains, where the
keen air is scented with the breath of the
pines, Jack is roaming about with his kind
friend, enjoying high holiday in the sun-
ny summer hours. He rides on the soft
mounds of fragrant hay when the harvest
is gathered; he fishes on the cool, mossed
bank of the stream which flows down from
the mountain-side; and if he is not a happy
child, it is no one's fault but his own.
Now that he is safely away from cook
and the pastry-shop, and the kind advice
of mamma's friends, who each wished her
to do something different for her little boy,
we shall have great hopes for Master Jack's
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When Peter's head had ceased talking,
and while the dolls were praising the tin
soldier's rival, Katie reached down and
fished the poor soldier himself out of the
globe, where the gold-fish did not know
what to make of their military visitor, and
were glad to get rid of him again.
Katie wiped him dry on the corner of
her shawl, and set him down among his
regiment, a sadder and a wiser soldier.
"Have you been cashiered?" asked the
men. "For we may as well mutiny, in
But the tin soldier said never a word
more, the cold-water cure had done him so
And now the queerest thing happened -
even the toys were astonished. There was
a great clattering heard in Dinah's kitchen,
and a procession of iron pots, stew-pans,
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shovel and tongs, tea-kettles, tin dishes,
down to the tiniest nutmeg-grater and
muffin-ring, came walking up to the presi-
dent's chair, where they stopped, with all
the pots and pans piled together, and then
the gridiron climbed to the top and spoke:
We do not belong to the club," said the
gridiron meekly, yet we know something
besides frying and roasting meats. I am to
give you a bit of history -it will do no
harm to hear something true, after all the
boy doll's nonsense about kites and rub-
bish. We kitchen pots and pans do not
forget our place, though; for a cook is the
hero of my tale."
The gridiron flourished its handle in the
air, and began:
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THE BISHOP'S NEPHEW.
TOLD BY THE TOY GRIDIRON.
Twelve hundred years ago, a young boy,
named Attala, rode out alone on his own
mule, with the handsome bridle and trap-
pings. He rode in state, but he was still
only a gay, careless boy, tired of restraint,
and possibly longing for some adventure,
for he was the nephew of the Bishop of
Langres, and therefore lived in such ele-
gance as befitted one of the prelate's house-
hold in such rude times, when the members
of the church flocked around their priest
for protection against the violence of their
Young Attala watched the sunlight
flicker in glancing golden tints down the
broad aisles of stately forest-trees, where
the delicate wild-flowers bloomed in shady
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nooks, and spurred on his mule, enjoying
the freedom of riding without armed at-
tendants, even if there was a spice of
danger in it, too. The lad pursued his
way farther than was safe or prudent,
listening to the gay music of the birds
and answering it blithely with his own
fresh young voice, chanting some of the
beautiful melodies which' rose from the
convent chapel at vespers, in harmony
with the tolling voice of the cloister
As it happened, a band of reckless, law-
less soldiers were only separated from
Attala by a screen of forest leaves, as they
silently wended their way home to their
own stronghold after a foraging expedition,
from which they returned laden with booty.
It was quite a princely pleasure to rob and
slay in those days.
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Gondovald was with them in person, for
they were all his retainers.
The sons and successors of Clovis of
France were men who ruled by the force
of despotic will; living by making war
upon one another to increase their own
wealth in gold, or the possession of castles,
and even oftener for revenging some fancied
Gondovald was one of these princes. He
was fierce and savage above any of his
neighbors; defied all enemies; crushed the
weak and helpless by his acts of cruel
oppression; and especially hated the good
Bishop of Langres, to whom he owed a
grudge. He was one of the worst remnants
of heathen darkness in an age when the
light of better influences was already dawn-
ing over France.
"When we reach the large oak-tree,
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yonder, we will turn homeward again, to
tell Leon where we have been," laughed
Attala, talking to his mule in a confidential
Gondovald heard the merry laugh and the
sweet Christian songs with exclamations of
rage, for the barbarian prince refused to pay
any homage to the Church, and then gave
the word of command to his men, who
pounced upon the startled boy like a bird
of prey swooping over a helpless victim.
Attala gazed at the rude band with terror
and astonishment. They were clad'in steel
armor; their beards and heads were rough;
their gestures wild.
Fiercest and wildest of all was Gondo-
vald, who grasped the mule's bridle, and
grinned maliciously at the frightened cap-
"The bishop's nephew, eh ? You shall be
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my slave now, understand; and every one
in my dominions shall be free to abuse you,
and treat you like the meanest churl."
Attala shrank back timidly, although he
did not realize the full extent of his sor-
rows in falling into the clutches of the
How different were the quiet, smooth-
faced priests, many of whom were as gentle
in manners as they were refined in learning,
for the Church, at that time, sheltered all
the scholars and best classes of the people.
"The excellent, pious uncle cannot help
you much, after you are safe in my hands,"
said Gondovald, with a look which made
Attala shudder, while his fear was only
mocked at by the soldiers. "Ha, ha! I
will be served by the proud churchman's
kin! That quite pleases my fancy."
The band swept onward at a swift pace,
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Gondovald keeping Attala by his side, in
case of any sudden surprise.
The boy looked anxiously around in
every direction. If the little birds would
only fly to the bishop with the tidings, and
he send out a party of soldiers to save him
from the ferocious enemy! If they had
only missed him from home and come in
search! Leon would be sure to notice his
absence before very long.
But the little birds only twittered and
hopped about from twig to twig unconcern-
edly, and poor Attala was hurried along by
the strong men, no matter how unwilling
he was to go. Once his glance met the eyes
of a swineherd, who had crouched behind a
tree to escape the notice of the soldiers as
they rode past.
At last the towers of Gondovald's gloomy
castle were seen, with the strong walls
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which were defended by moat and draw-
bridge, which no enemy could ever cross in
safety. Attala was a prisoner, and when
the great gates clanged after him, all hope
was shut out, too.
In the meanwhile the terrified swine-
herd, who had seen Attala's capture in the
forest, came forth from his place of conceal-
ment, and fled to the bishop with the sad
tidings of his nephew's loss.
Soon the news spread that the terrible
Gondovald had carried away Attala-the
most audacious act of robbery ever perpe-
trated by the lawless chief.
All the bishop's household mourned over
the result of Attala's rash act in straying
beyond the protection of his family, but
none sorrowed so much as the youth Leon,
who had been saved by the charity of the
good bishop, when his parents were slain
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by the pagan Gauls. Leon had been edu-
cated with Attala, and although he loved
and reverenced his preserver, his affection
for the bishop's nephew was still greater,
Attala having shared study and amusement
alike with his friend.
The bishop allowed himself no time to
yield to overwhelming grief, in the intense
anxiety he felt for the boy's safety, and the
desire to save every precious moment. He
well knew that Gondovald was always
greedy for gold, and therefore hastened to
despatch two messengers to the prince's
court, with the tempting offer of a heavy
ransom in exchange for the boy. The mes-
sengers reached Gondovald's castle, and
were shown into his presence.
He listened to the offer of a ransom with
twinkling eyes and an evil smile, then
flatly refused to give up his captive for
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any price whatever. He loved money,
indeed; but his hatred of the Bishop of
Langres overcame the desire to fill his
The messengers were driven from the
castle with rude threats and blows, so they
returned to their home with the melan-
choly story of their utter failure to influ-
ence the tyrant.
The bishop withdrew to a darkened
chamber, to mourn for the youth he had
cherished and loved-for was not Attala
dead to him ? and silence reigned in the
desolated household. Leon wept, too, but
he quickly dried his tears, and spent the
long, dark night planning how he might
deliver his playmate from the wretched
condition of Gondovald's prisoner.
When the sun rose again, Leon's clever
brain, trained to quickness of thought and
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skilfulness of action by the dangers of the
times, had arranged a plan.
"I am only a servant," thought the gen-
erous youth. "If I lose my life, it will
be in the good bishop's service, who saved
mine when I was a child."
He stole away quite alone on the journey,
and travelled without encountering any
danger, until he was within a few miles of
Pausing at an inn where the landlord
was favorable to the interests of the bishop,
Leon called him aside, and confessed his
whole plan to him, for the landlord was an
honest man, and Leon felt confidence in his
secrecy. The landlord was alarmed at the
boldness of Leon's idea. He shook his head
doubtfully over any probability of success,
but Leon begged him to assist, and the
landlord consented. This was Leon's de-
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sign: The landlord went about in his inn
telling every one that he had just bought a
new slave, who was a famous cook; and he
should take the slave to Prince Gondovald
Gondovald liked Leon's bright, intelli-
gent face, and paid the landlord twenty
gold pieces for the boy. The landlord
slipped the money into Leon's hand and
departed, leaving the new slave to the ca-
prices of a tyrant, whose cruelty was known
wherever his name was spoken. Leon did
not dare to show any curiosity or eagerness
to find Attala. He was a good cook, and
had been taught every branch of the art of
cookery in the bishop's kitchen. This was
more valuable knowledge to Leon now,
than Greek or Latin, as it happened, for
Gondovald was a great glutton, wishing his
table amply but delicately served.
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If the soup was burned, the meats were
not properly flavored, the cook might have
his head cut off for so grave an offence.
Leon used all the skill possible in the
preparation of spicy dishes, which tickled
the palate of his terrible master wonder-
fully, and Gondovald graciously praised the
new slave for his success.
"Like master like man was especially
true of Gondovald's retainers, and the cun-
ning Leon, wishing to make himself a fa-
vorite with his fellow-servants, too, soon
discovered that the sure way to their hearts
was to give them dainty dishes as well as
Days followed days slowly, while Leon
quietly pursued his work as if he had not
a care in the world beyond serving Gondo-
vald's dinner; but all the while his quick
ears and keen eyes were watching for some
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trace of the lost Attala. He dared not ask
a question of the other slaves, or show any
interest, for fear of betraying the whole and
At last his good-humor and industry won
upon the other menials, so that he found
the whole lower portion of the castle thrown
open to him to roam about in, if he wished
to do so.
Very cautiously the wise Leon availed
himself of the liberty of exploring Gondo-
vald's dominions. He liked to stroll forth
at evening, he said, to breathe the fresh air
after the day's labor was over. Was there
anything odd in that ? Or was there any
harm in his turning his steps toward the
stables, if it suited his pleasure ?
At first his pace was slow, but gradually
he increased his speed, when he found that
he was'not observed.
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Beneath the clear sky, where the bright
stars glittered, on a couch of miserable
straw, lay Attala asleep. The boy looked
very pale and thin, and his clothing was
only wretched rags. To gratify his desire
for revenge, Gondovald had thrust the
bishop's nephew out into the stables, to be
treated like the meanest churl, and re-
ceive the blows of every one at their own
Tears dimmed Leon's eyes when he
gazed upon poor Attala, who seemed to
forget the sorrows of his hard lot in
dreams of the quiet convent where he
had been reared. Leon checked the de-
light which he felt at seeing the boy
alive, as any noise might be fatal to them
both, and gently roused the bishop's
nephew from his slumbers.
Attala started up in alarm. He could
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not credit his senses that it was indeed
Leon who stood before him.
"Be very quiet, or everything is lost,"
whispered Leon, raising a warning finger
toward the castle.
Tell me about my uncle, and how you
ever got here?" asked Attala eagerly,
clinging to the new-found friend.
How gladly would the kind Leon have
seated himself upon the straw couch, and lis-
tened to the sorrows of Attala's captivity,
had he not painfully realized that the dan-
ger was greater now than before.
"Hush! Not another word must be
spoken to-night. I will save you, but you
must not appear to recognize me;" and
Leon glided- away as silently as a shadow,
leaving the prisoner with a heart full of
hope and fearful expectations. Was Leon
really able to deliver him?
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Both of the boys prayed devoutly
for assistance before they slept that night
- the only prayers to God which ascended
from Gondovald's impious castle.
The next day the prince gave a great
feast to his chief men, and Lebn was told
that if the table was not furnished with the
best, he would suffer death.
Leon promised to do his best, and a royal
banquet was spread before the well-pleased
host and hungry guests. All day Leon
had been darting from place to place, pre-
paring the viands and flavoring the sauces,
and his movements were so quick that the
scullions could not always follow them. In
this way the little stable-boy, Attala, re-
ceived a message, in Latin, to be ready for
flight that very night, and nobody else was
The night was dark and stormy, which
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made the warmth and light of the low-
roofed banquet-room only the more cheer-
fully inviting. Gondovald and his friends
feasted merrily, and sang gay songs; then,
as the strong wine circulated more freely,
quarrels were frequent, and only increased
At a very late hour, Gondovald was led
to his couch by his servants, and Leon was
ordered to attend him, and receive the
praise that the well-served dinner deserved.
Leon obeyed promptly, but when he ap-
peared before the prince, the latter, stupe-
fled by the wine, had fallen asleep.
He was told by the chamberlain to wait
until Gondovald should awaken, and then
was left alone with the cruel tyrant. The
brave Leon stepped forward to Gondovald's
couch, with the noiseless tread of a cat,
placed the twenty gold pieces, which had
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been the price of his freedom, beside the
sleeping chief's hand, and then, taking
Gondovald's own sharp dagger, slid quietly
out of the room.
Hastening to the stables, he found Attala
impatiently awaiting him.
Out into the night fled the two boys,
Leon grasping Attala's hand, and listening
to every sound in the castle, where all the
retainers were sleeping heavily, like their
master. The watchmen on the outer walls
were, indeed, at their post, but in the dense
darkness, and amidst the crash of the
storm, the two nimble youths managed to
elude them. The fugitives drew the first
breath of freedom, yet they did not dare to
pause a moment, for they well knew that
fleet horses might overtake their weary
steps, at any time, when their flight was
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Onward they flew through the dusk,
swift as the wind, despair lending them
great strength and energy, and dreading to
see the bright sun rise, when the ogre Gon-
dovald should again awake.
It was not until a late hour the following
day that Gondovald opened his eyes, and
returning hunger reminded him of his
favorite cook, and he was told by the trem-
bling slaves that Leon and Attala were
missing. The servants had not dared to
disturb his slumbers before with the un-
Furious anger flashed from Gondovald's
eyes and arimsoned his face: not only was
he enraged at being so outwitted by the bish-
op's nephew, but the disappearance of the
cook Leon was far more serious. The cun-
ning knave, who had seemed all gentleness,
had not only returned the gold pieces, but
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stolen his dagger besides. The prince tore
his beard, and stamped upon the ground
in a way that shook the whole castle, and
each one glanced at the other, fearing to
The two boys, after travelling a day and
a night, paused to rest, gathering a few
wild berries. Tramp,)tramp came a troop
of horses, passing so close to the fugitives
that a low shrub alone screened them; At-
tala with his face hidden in the soft moss,
and Leon pressing Gondovald's dagger
against his throcbiiig heart, ready for ac-
tion. If Leon's fingers slipped, and a bent
branch flew back if any of the party
caught a glimpse of them between the
leaves, what would be their fate?
For hours, Gondovald's soldiers searched
in the great forest, and the two boys played
hide and seek with their pursuers, by con-
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stantly changing their place, for they did
not dare to remain in one spot for an in-
stant; and they often laid down in a steep
ravine, when the soldiers dashed back on
some fresh scent.
At length the troops withdrew, and the
boys sped on once more, sheltered by the
deepening twilight. LThe game of hide and
seek had been no sport to them.
The third day they joyfully crossed the
boundary of Gondovald's dominions, and
shook the dust from their feet, leaving op-
pression and cruelty far behind in the dim
Now they were within reach of kind
friends at last! Overcome by the terrors
and fatigue of the journey, Attala burst into
tears and embraced his faithful companion.
"I owe everything to you," he said,
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"Not to me, but to God," replied Leon,
Then they went on their way again,
meeting friendly and familiar faces at every
step. The wonderful tidings flew before
them, and the good bishop came forth to
While the Bishop of Langres was re-
joicing over the return of his nephew,
Gondovald was abusing another slave, be-
cause he showed none of the skill in the
kitchen of the clever Leon.
So the story of the two boys comes down
to us after a lapse of so many years, and
even we can realize the noble generosity
and love of Leon in braving every danger
to save his friend from the captivity of
Prince Gondovald's gloomy castle. "
"Oh, I am so glad that the poor boys
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got away at last. I was dreadfully afraid
they would get caught again," said the
crying-baby, breathing a sigh of relief,
and fanning herself with one nightcap
"Very interesting indeed," said the wax
lady, who loved to use long words.
My eye! was n't it wonderful,
though?" piped the jumping-jack, who
had been cracking jokes with Peter.
"What! Do you laugh at us?" hissed
the peppery little saucepans.
"Let them," said the fat tea kettle.
"We have told the only true history."
They would rather hear Mother Goose.
There is no gratitude in this company," said
the nutmeg grater.
The grater had a rough outside, and said
rough things, but the gridiron was thanked
very politely before the kitchen dishes
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trundled back to the baby house once
"If a gridiron can tell a story, I may,"
said the elephant, walking around the circle
slowly, as if he was in a circus-ring. My
rider can peep and peer around windows to
hear what people say, but he can't tell a
The driver made a face, but the elephant
did not see him, so there was no harm
"My family belong in the East, where
there are other great beasts, too, and I will
give you the history of
TOLD BY THE FLANNEL ELEPHANT.
Gazul was a poor negro boy, who lived
in a mud hut with his father and mother.
Yes, he was very poor, and his food was
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merely a few dates, with some ground mil-
let; but he was also a very happy boy,
after his fashion.
East of the great desert is a desolate re-
gion of country, where the soil is so salt
that it is cracked open in many places, and
in these cavities the salt forms fringes of
the most delicate crystals, just as beautiful
as the tracery drawn by the frost's icy fin-
gers on the window-pane in winter. There
are blooming spots here and there, or no
form of life could flourish in such a dreary
place; and these verdant places are all the
more refreshing from contrast with the sir-
rounding barren landscape. Palm-trees
rear their feathery crowns against the sky,
and birds of brilliant plumage flash through
the sunshine like dazzling rainbow lights,
into the green valleys where the timid ga-
zelles drink in the pure streams, where the
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colocynth and rossom plants spread their
Gazul's home stood in one of these val-
leys, which was protected at the entrance
by high rocks and cliffs, where the people
might hide if any danger threatened; and,
indeed, they had need of such protection,
for they had many warlike enemies sur-
rounding them on all sides, who lived by
cruelty and plunder, like so many other
people in this world.
The tribe to which Gazul belonged were
simple and innocent, spending their time in
dancing and singing beneath the palm-
trees, as if they had not a care to trouble
them, when in reality their next neighbors,
the Juaricks, fierce and terrible, were al-
ways ready to pounce down upon the fruit-
ful valley, killing the poor people, or carry-
ing them away captive to be sold as slaves.
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Gazul danced and sang with the rest; but
one day he heard the dreadful alarm, The
Juaricks are coming His little brother
ran swift as a deer to the rocks, where he
crept into a tiny hole like a rabbit; but
Gazul was obliged to carry his baby sister,
and before he reached the place of safety,
the Juaricks came rushing along like a
whirlwind, and closed around him. Now
he must leave his own people and the quiet
home, without seeing the little brother
again, and be driven before the Juaricks
as a slave. Ah, that was cruel! to feel
the lash over his shoulders if he faltered
a moment in the march, when the sand
scorched his bare feet, and the sun poured
down in flaming heat upon his unprotected
The captives were to be taken to a cara-
van of Arabs and sold. In that way, sim-