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 Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Introduction
 Cattle
 Frontispiece
 Birds
 Dogs
 Squirrels
 Fowl
 The horse
 Horses
 Shetland pony
 The two companions
 Cats
 Cat protecting a poor hen
 Frogs
 The frog's story
 Sheep
 Sheep charmed by music
 Toads
 Monkeys and apes
 Monkeys
 Mice and rats
 Rabbits
 Hares
 Butterflies
 Back Cover






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Title: Stories from animal land
Physical Description: 179 p. : ill. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Chase, Annie
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Publication Date: 1891
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    Table of Contents
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Introduction
        Page v
        Page vi
    Cattle
        Page 5
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        Page 7
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        Page 9
        Page 10
    Frontispiece
        Page 4
    Birds
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    Dogs
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    Squirrels
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    Fowl
        Page 92
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    The horse
        Page 106
    Horses
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
    Shetland pony
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
    The two companions
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
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    Cats
        Page 118
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    Cat protecting a poor hen
        Page 128
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    Frogs
        Page 132
    The frog's story
        Page 133
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    Sheep
        Page 139
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    Sheep charmed by music
        Page 150
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    Toads
        Page 152
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    Monkeys and apes
        Page 160
    Monkeys
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    Mice and rats
        Page 166
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    Rabbits
        Page 171
    Hares
        Page 172
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    Butterflies
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    Back Cover
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STORIES


FROM


ANIMAL LAND.


BY ANNIE E, CHASE.


EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY
BOSTON
NEW YORK CHICAGO SAN FRANCISCO




































COPYRIGHT BY

EDUCATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANY,
1891.
















CONTENTS.


PAGE.
CATTLE 5
A Cow and Calf .... .. . 7
The Cow and her Tormentor. ... 7
A Savage Bull Tamed 8
Story of a Faithful Buffalo . 9
BIRDS . .. 11
Pip's Story . . . .
Peter's Story . . .. 14
The Oriole . . 17
ark and Blackbird 18
Bobolink . . 19
A Double Family . . 21
Yellow Bird's Story 22
Blue Bird . . 24
Cat Bird 26
A Poor Return . 27
Quail .. .. 28
The Thrush, (Poetry) 29
Swallows . 30
Birds of the Air . . 31
The.Owl . . 33
A Parrot's Story, (Poetry) . 37
Dick's Story . . 38
DOGS 42
The Dog's Relations 42
Story of a Newfoundland 49
Colley . . 51
How a Shepherd Dog Saved his Master . . 52
How Two Dogs Became Friends .. . 54
The St. Bernard 55
The Mastiff . . 57
Forgiven . . 57
Punished 58
Faithful . .. .. 58
Honest Enough 60
Terriers 61
Brave little Fireman 62
Esquimaux Dogs . .. 63
The Bull-Dog . . 65
A Dogs Idea of Honesty 66
Hunting Dogs .. 67
Pointers 68

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iv CONTENTS.

PAGE.
Broken Hearted ..... 69
The Dog who Saved the Dog's Life . ... 70
The Goose and the Dog ......... 72
The Mischievous Dogs .......... 74
Frisk and Ned ....... .. 77
SQUIRRELS . 80
Mr. and Mrs. Chipmunk ......... 82
Bunny and his Home, (Poetry) ..... 87
FOWL .. ..... 92
A Convention in the Farm Yard 92
The Lost Chicken 97
Bantam and her Charge 103
A Turkey Story . . 103
THE IORSE . .. 106
HORSES .. 107
SHETLAND PONY. 110
THE TWO COMPANIONS 113
"The Horse had Three Fits, Sir! . 114
Saved by a Horse . 116
"Show Him the Apple . . 117
CATS .. 118
WhatKitty Wrote . .. .. 120
WildCat .. . . 121
Catechism . . 125
A Brave Cat . . .. 126
A Favorite .. . 127
CAT PROTECTING A POOR HEN . . . 128
A Mother's Care . . . 129
The Philanthropic Cat 130
The Cat's Explanation, (Poetry) 131
FROGS . .. . 132
THE FROG'S STORY . . 133
SHEEP 139
The Goat . . 143
The Pet . . 145
Saved by a Sheep . . . 147
SHEEP CHARMED BY MUSIC . . . 150
TOADS . .. 152
Nellie's Dream 154
MONKEYS AND APES ... 160
SMONKEYS .. ... 161
A Monkey Who Knew More than his Master . . 164
MICE AND RATS . .. .. 166.
Scam per . .. . 1' .
RABBITS . . 1[7
HARES . . ... ... 172
In the Rabbit's Place . 173
BUTTERFLIES 175
Bud's Story 175













INTRODUCTION.


The following anecdotes of birds and animals have been
collected with a view of awakening in young people a closer
observation of the lower order of creatures.
Every child has, more or less, a general idea that it is
wrong'to ill-treat dumb animals, or to wantonly crush an in-
sect, but it requires some study and understanding of their
habits to create an interest in their welfare and preservation.
To promote this interest, we have endeavored, while
making the great duty of humanity to animals the basis of
these stories, to avoid monotony in being confined to that
one subject alone, by introducing other topics that will be
of interest to all lovers of the brute creation.
The formation of so many Bands of Mercy throughout
our country has done much towards promoting this duty of
humanity. Mr. Angell, President of the Massachusetts

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INTRODUCTION.


Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, whose un-
tiring zeal in this cause is so widely known, said in an
address before the meeting of a State Teachers' Association:
"In European Schools it has long been established that
teaching kindness to lower creatures makes children more
merciful in all their relations to human beings as well as
dumb brutes. Lessons on the subject are now given in over
five thousand schools in France. So also in Germany, Den-
mark, Russia, Switzerland and Great Britain similar societies
have been formed. It is claimed that they have great influ-
ence in preventing crime. In the public schools of Phila-
delphia about five thousand boys now belong to these soci-
eties, having meetings, badges, banners, etc. "
We cannot do better in introducing these stories than
to 'suggest that every right-thinking and observing boy and
girl should adopt, as a motto, the pledge of the Band of
Mercy:-
I will TRY to be kind to all harmless living creatures,
and TRY to protect them from cruel usage."















STORIES

FROM


ANIMAL LAND.




T INKILE! tinkle! sounds a bell and we are in "Animal
Land." The notes come from the silver bell of old
brindle grazing here upon the hillside. See how she
looks at us with her great, soft eyes, comes slowly up to us
for the bunch of clover we hold out to her, and, having swal-
lowed it, reaches her nose over the bars to us. Is she trying
to thank us, do you think, or is she only asking us for more?
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ANIMAL LAND.


I imagine she is asking us to love her, and all her kind; for
you will not have to travel far in Animal Land to find that
dumb creatures long for our love.
Do you notice how she tears off the grass, making
that queer, ripping sound, and jerking her head upward?
She has to break off the grass as best she can because she
has no teeth in the upper jaw: she does not chew the food
at all, only rolls it about a little and swallows it at once.
Now, mother Nature knew that the cattle, going here
and there about the pastures, would not have time to get
themselves half a breakfast if they were obliged to stop
and chew each mouthful as they gathered it; so she provided
a pouch one part of the stomach to store away the food
in, and arranged a set of muscles in the throat to enable
them to bring the food back into the mouth. There it can
be chewed again, at leisure, and so made ready to be
digested.
No doubt in your compositions about cattle you have
told how useful they are to almost everybody; of the milk
and beef they give all of us, of the leather they give to
the shoemaker, hair to the masons, glue from the hide,
parings and hoofs to the carpenter, and charcoal from their
burnt bones to the artist, so there is no need of my telling
you more about their usefulness; but did you ever hear how
affectionate and intelligent they are?






ANIMAL LAND.


A COW AND CALFo
A cow had her calf taken from her and left at one place
while she was driven many miles away to be sold. When
morning came and her new owners expected to find the cow in
her pen, no cow was to be found. If they could have looked
so far, they night have seen her standing close beside the gate
of the pen where her calf was and mooing piteously.
So great was her love and wisdom, that she had broken
out of her pen and found her way, over the long roads, to
her old home, and from there to where they had taken her
calf.


THE COW AND HER TORMENTER.
A cow was once very much troubled by a boy who
amused himself with throwing stones at her. She had borne
the mischief for some time, when at length, running at him,
she hooked the end of her horns into his clothes, lifted him
from the ground, carried him out of the field, laid him down in
the road and returned calmly to pasture.






ANIMAL LAND.


A SAVAGE BULL TAMED BY KINDNESS.


A savage bull was once kept in a farm-yard, constantly
chained because of its fierceness. A gentleman who went to
stay at the farm was an especial object of dislike to it.
One night, during a tremendous thunder storm the bull was
heard to roar piteously as if afraid of the thunder. The
servants were ordered to lead the bull from its open shed to
a stable where it was more sheltered; but they were afraid to
go.
The visitor, pitying the poor beast, although it had
shown itself his foe, went out into the back yard. Here he
found the bull lying on its back, having; in its struggles to
get free, almost torn the ring from the gristle of its nose.
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ANIMAL LAND.


by its fawning action, how delighted it was to have a human
being for a companion.
Now quiet as a lamb, it allowed the stranger to lead it
from the stables and the next morning when he went to
visit it, it tried to show its gratitude by rubbing its nose
against him. From that day forward it always treated
him as a friend.


In many parts of the world, such as the Pampas of Am-
erica, the Australian colonies, and parts of Spain and Portu-
gal, great herds of cattle roam wild.
In Africa the cattle are trained to the saddle as well as
to the yoke and are taught to obey the bit as our horses are.
Should you not like to see a native riding one of these slow,
clumsy steeds, swaying to and fio at every step on account
of the ox's skin being fitted so loosely?
Did you ever see a Buffalo, or Bison, as some people
call him? He roams wild over the plains and is a relative of
our ox.


STORY OF A FAITHFUL BUFFALO.
A party of hunters were out riding on the prairies when
two fine buffalo bulls were seen proceeding along the oppo-
site side of a stream.






ANIMAL LAND.


One of the hunters took aim at the nearest buffalo,
which was crossing with its haunches toward him. The ball
broke the animal's right hip, and it plunged away on three
legs, the other hanging useless. The hunter, leaping on his
horse, put spurs to its flanks, and in three minutes, he and
his companions were close to the bull. To his astonishment
the unhurt bull stuck to its comrade's side without flinching.
He fired another shot, which took effect in the lungs of
the first buffalo. The second sheered off for a moment but
instantly returned to its friend. The wounded buffalo
became distressed and slackened its pace. The unwounded
one not only retarded his, but coming to the rear of its friend,
stood with its head down offering battle. The hunters
could not think of firing at the noble fellow.
The wounded buffalo ran to the border of the next
marsh and, in attempting to cross, fell headlong down the
steep bank. Not till that moment, when defense was
useless, did its faithful companion seek its own safety in
flight.
The hunters took off their hats and gave thlwc- hearty
cheers as it vanished on the other side of the wood.


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Brightly, sweet summer, brightly
Thine hours have floated by
To the joyous birds of the woodland boughs,
To the rangers of the sky. --HBMANS.




Af RK! Cheery, cheery, be cheery! "Come out,
come out! Why it is Robin the redbreast who has
wakened us so early this morning. Let us "come out"
and let us spend a day among the musicians of Animal Land.
Down robin drops upon the grass; looks at the ground
a moment with that wise little head of his tipped sideways,
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ANIMAL LAND.


darts forward, pulls a long worm out of its home without the
least ceremony, and hies away with it to the russet tree.
You can just see his ne.t -t. mud and straw. Hear how de-
lightedly his children greet him.
Just why robin loves the orchard best he never wi$l
tell us; but he certainly does. Hardly an orchard in New
England is without some of his brothers singing away in it
to make the world better.
Pip, a robin, was once only a blue egg with a tiny germ
spot in it. This germ would always rise to the highest point
in the egg in whatever way the egg happened to be turned.
After the mother bird had kept it warm for a few hours you
might have seen a tiny white streak in the egg lying cross-
wise.
By the end of the first day it had changed somewhat,
and on the second you could see the little heart; by the
third day blood vessels were formed all around it.
As the days went by, one by one, all the organs Pip
would need, when he should step out into the world, were
built up; and by the twelfth day some feathers began to
appear.
By the twentieth, Pip thought his prison much too close
for him; so with his bill he broke the thin skin, or air sac,
at the blunt end of the egg. No doubt you have noticed a
similar skin in a hen's eggshell, but did you ever think what
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ANIMAL LAND.


it was for? This gave him a breath, so he chirped a little
and, feeling stronger, set to work to break open his shell.
He pecked,away in a circle and soon had a little trap door
wide enough for him to push himself through, and there he
was at last in the great world.
And did he notice the leaves 'first, or the flowers, or
the sky, do you ask? neither; he only opened that great
yellow mouth of his and cried for his breakfast.
His mamma brought him worms, and took such good
care of him tbat he soon grew strong, and had some beauti-
ful speckled feathers; some short, soft and fluffy to keep out
the cold and heat, and others long and stiff to help him in
flying.
Ho! thought Pip, one day, this nest is much too small
for me! There is a queer looking thing down there! I will
try my new wings and see if'I can find out what it is."
Now the object Pip saw was a sick lady wrapped in
shawls and sitting under the tree; and down he flew into her
lap.
His mamma-, terribly frightened, called and called to him
but he took no heed; he only looked at the lady's face with
first one eye and then the other, thought to himself, how
soft and warm it is here for my feet," and fell to dressing his
feathers a little.
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ANIMAL LAND.


and her neighbors as much as to say, "What are you afraid
of?" But he could not stay in one place long so he flew
away to find new wonders.


PETER'S STORY.
One night Nan ran into the house bringing a very
young robin.
"Oh! see, mamma! may I keep this for a pet?" But
mamma thought birdie's mother could not spare it any more
than mamma could do without Nannie; so they both together
went out under the great elm in the door-yard, where Nan





ANIMAL LAND.


had found it on the ground below, and looked among the
branches for the nest; but no nest was to be found and no
birds were calling, so Nan nestled the trembling little thing
against her warm cheek, made a nice cotton nest for it, and
placing both bird ahd nest in a box, set i? in the sunshine.
Soon birdie, beginning to feel more comfortable and
happy, opened his mouth for food. How delighted Nan
was! She fed him with worms, flies and bits of bread till it
was a wonder he lived through it.
After that, no matter how often he caught sight of her
above the rim of his box, he would stretch open his big
yellow mouth; and Nannie never disappointed him. Twenty
times a day she would leave her work or her play to feed
"Peter as papa called him.
One day, when Nannie sat sewing, with two great tears
rolling down her cheeks, (she did dislike a needle so much)
Peter did a wonderful thing; he scrambled up to the edge
of his box, perched there a moment and pitched headlong
into Nannie's lap; and there he stayed, taking no notice of
scissors, spools or work.
Every day afterward, when Nannie had her stint," he
perched somewhere about her, on her shoulder or lap or on
the window-seat near by, where he would" sun himself and
try to sing. And what a cheering little companion he was,
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ANIMAL LAND.


he was by, and came to the end of her seams almost before
she knew it.
When he had wholly outgrown his box, he chose the
mhntel-piece for his resting place at night, and no amount
of coaxing would make him use the perch provided for him.
There he would sit rolled up in a little ball apparently
sound asleep, but if any of us went up to the shelf he would
whisk his head from under his wing, peck our lips or fingers,
and scold away with all his little might. -ie used to go out
of doors, coming in whenever he chose, and loved dearly tc
perch on the window-ledge outside and sing. But he soon
made a- lot of robin acquaintances and went away oftener,
staying longer, but always coming back at night, and always
seeming especially glad to see Nannie.
One day, when the birds were all talking of going to
warmer lands, I suppose the temptation to go was too strong
for him, for we never saw him afterward. Nan cried a little
and missed him a great deal; but she used to say as bravely
as she could, "How happy little Peter must be; I am glad
we did not cage him."

Did you know that the bird's eye is a wonderful little
telescope? It is, and adjusts itself so that he can see both
near and. far objects. It has, besides this arrangement, an
extra little lid which hangs over the eye a little to protect it






ANIMAL LAND.


from the sun. When not needed, this is folded neatly and
packed snugly away in one corner of the eye.
There is Mr. Golden Robin, with a vest like a flame,
whisking about among the apple blossoms. He haunts the
orchard too, though he loves to hang that queer, basket-like
nest of his on the slender tips of the elm branches far out of
reach of prowling cats. Hear him sing! I don't believe the
blossoms would get along nearly as well without him, do


















ORIOLE.

It was one of June's brightest mornings and Mr. Oriole
was having a fine sing, now and then dipping his bill into the






ANIMAL LAND.


flower cups to catch the harmful insects, when he was caught
in a cruel snare. Poor little bird! his songs were over for-
ever. The blossoms all trembled, and the tree was so angry
she shook all her branches till the dew drops in her leaves
pattered down to the ground as if they were great tears.
Oriole was taken away and killed I dare not tell you how,
lest we should all cry together, but he suffered many long
hours. Not many weeks after I saw him stretched into a
position he could never have taken in life and sewed upon a
ladies' (?) hat!













LARK. BLACKBIRD.
And now, lest the orchard birds should be frightened
and think we mean mischief by staying so long "Let us away
to the meadow." Here is the Meadow Lark with his pleasant
lisping notes singing as early as does the robin. The black-







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BOBOLINK.

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ANIMAL LAND.


bird with his sober dress and such a charming song that the
king who had the four and twenty baked in a pie, and all
who imitate him, become worse monsters in our eyes than
Blue-beard himself. There they are, a flock of thirty or more,
singing a low, sweet accompaniment, while the chief singer's
voice rises above all the rest in a clear, strong, touching solo.
Who could be thoughtless or cruel enough to spread terror
and distress among such little paradise makers? -Not you, I
am sure.
There goes Bobolink singing his tinkling, lively song as
he circles above the tall grasses, alights on a twig you would
have thought too slender to hold a humming bird, and tilts
up and down as though he was just ready to burst with fun.
Gladness of wood, skies, waters, all in one, the Bobo-
link has come, and like the soul of the sweet season vocal in
a bird, gurgles in ecstasy we know not what, save June! Dear
Jzme! 1Nowi God be praised for June."
Out there where the willows grow by the bridge which
crosses this same meadow, is Yellow Bird, flying busily
about for insects; he dearly loves such damp and swampy
places; but sometimes makes a trip to the cherry trees on the
hills and around the farm houses.
Another lover of swamps is the Swamp Sparrow, who
lives far back in the woods where he can drop his liquid
notes with no one near to hear him.






ANIMAL LAND.-


A DOUBLE FAMILY.
A pair of yellow birds once built their nest in a low bush
and filled it with eggs, when a storm partly overturned it.
They left it, built anew, and laid more eggs. A passer by,
seeing the nest partly upset, placed it in position. And what
do you think Mr. Yellow Bird did? He sat upon one nest
and raised one brood, while his bright-eyed little wife sat
upon the other.






ANIMAL LAND.


YELLOW BIRD.


THE YELLOW BIRD'S STORY.

I wonder if you children know how much we wild birds
prize our freedom. Jack Frost came early in the season one
night last year, and when morning came I was too stiff to fly
very high. Now my swamp is not far from the road, so I
hopped into it just as some children were passing. O,"
cried one, "here is a lost canary; let us take him to the
house." Oh, how they handled me about from one to the
other, and how my heart did beat! Into a house I was






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carried at last; a lady took me up tenderly, but I was so
anxious to get away that I struggled out of her hand and
dashed my head against the hard wall. The next I remem-
ber, I was in a prison with wii'es all around me. I was so un-
happy, and tried to thrust myself between the wires, but
could not. They frightened me too, thrusting water and
food into my prison, but I could touch neither. "I know,"
said the lady at last, you are a little wild bird, and long for
your own dear home in the alder bushes." With that she
took my prison away out in the fields, where no children
could see me, opened the door and away I darted over the
pastures and down into the swamp. You may be sure I sang
then as I never had sung before."


We should find many more birds as interesting as these
in the meadows and swamps, if we could spend the time, but
we must take a trip now to the pastures. Here the blue bird
and song-sparrow sing their liveliest spring songs. The crow
circles noisily over our heads and settles on a scraggy tree
yonder. We know you.have a treasure up there in your
great nest of sticks and straw, Mr. Crow, but we will not
whisper it where it can do you harm. Just down there by
the edge of the wood, and close to the ground where he loves
best to build, is a Yellow Throat, with his yellow throat and
breast olive black.






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BLUE BIRD.


Here, too, is the Red Thrush which some wise people
say is the sweetest of all the New England singers, now
pouring out his long, sweet, varied song in the tree, now
dropping down to the bushes or ground just below, where
are his treasures.
Here is another bird dressed somewhat like the Red
Thrush, who is called the Cuckoo. It is said Mrs. Cuckoo
lays so many eggs she is glad to drop some of them in the
nests of other birds. One Mrs. Cuckoo was shot just as her
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give up the idea of having a family; so he sat, alone and sad,
upon the nest himself, hatched the brood and reared it safely.
There is the modest Wood Sparrow with his whitish
breast, and while we listen to his song, wondering how the
old pasture would seem without him, the pleasant notes of
the Ground Robin come to us. Here he is; now be careful
not to frighten him, and you can see that his jacket is spotted
with white, black and red. There! he sees us, and darts
under the bushes like a squirrel, peeping out a little further
on to see what we are about.
Down among the shade of bush and fern and flower-
stalks was a fine nest made from moss and twisted twigs, and
in this nest were three beautiful eggs. Three eggs! how
proud the mother bird was of them, how she sang about them,
and longed for the time to come when they should burst
open and let the tender nestlings out. The father bird sang
about them too, to the trees, to the brook and the blossoms.
Three eggs! cries a boy who reaches into the precious
nest, takes out the eggs and drops in some stones from the
brook. The sun hid his face, and no wonder; the iris stood
up straighter than ever with indignation, and the wild rose
,shook so she dropped all her petals. The plunderer out of
sight, the poor mother-bird came back, and, full of grief, yet
trying to hope, sat patiently down upon the cold stones.
There she stayed. The other birds flew away to th1e south





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lands, the blossoms faded aned anied and the frost came. One
autumn morning a traveller passing that way and looking in,
saw a withered nest and a dead bird sitting upon three
stones.






















The Speckled Creeper and Red Start sing here on the
edge of the wood, but so thin are their voices that you can
hardly hear them above the hum of insects.
Hark! we may know it is noonday, for there are the loud
notes of the Golden Crested Thrush, Some people call him





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the Oven Bird, because of his wonderful nest so nicely roofed-
over and with its door at the side so cleverly hid from prowl-
ing thieves.
A Cat Bird screams at us now, for we are in deep woods
and, while we are looking up to catch a glimpse of his
gray dress; we startle a Quail from her hiding place on the
ground. See how quickly she slips away looking so anxious
lest any of her chicks, scampering after her, should come to
harm.

A POOR RETURN.
A farmer, one day in summer, had a large field of grass
drying in the sun. A shower was hiding in a cloud not far
away and planning to cause the farmer much trouble. So a
wise little quail perched on a wall near by cried, "More
wet!" More wet!" The farmer, warned, soon had his hay
safely sheltered. But how do you suppose he thanked. the
quail? I think you will be as indignant as I was, when I tell
you that he allowed his son to go into the woods and shoot
the quail and all her little ones.


Let us sit here on this mossy log a moment, keeping very
still and we shall hear the low notes of the Green Warbler.
We are doubly repaid for keeping quiet, for right in front of us



























































QUAIL.






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on a strong bough, dressed soberly in brown and grey, is that
poet and musician, the Brown Thrush. He loves solitude,
and sings of it in that wonderfully rich song of his which he
gives with all his soul poured out in every note. But his
best notes, which he always sounds at nightfall, warn us that
we must leave this wonderful land until another day.
















THE THRUSH.
'" There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in a tree,
liHe's singing to me, lie's singing to me
And what does lie say little girl, little boy,
O the world's running over with joy.

So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree
I've a nest down there and children three
Don't meddle, don't touch, little girl, little boy,
Or the world will loose some of its joy."






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"He prayeth best who loveth well.
Both man and bird and beast."

BIRDS OF THE AIR.

Some birds love to gather their breakfast while flying
about in the air. All the swallows, those who build far up
among cobwebbed rafters of the barn (Barn Swallows),
in the wide chimneys of the farmhouses, (Chimney Swallows),
in the trunks of the trees, under the eaves of buildings or the
cliffs or rocks, have this habit and are called "Birds of the
Air." The Martins and Pewees belong to this class too, and
that slender, delicate little fellow, the Humming Bird, he
prefers honey to insects; however, I do not blame him,
do you?
Farmer Gruff-whose son shot the quail-one day
declared he would not allow the swallows in his barn. His
little daughter pleaded hard for them, but in vain: every nest
was torn down, the birds driven out and the boys ordered to
shoot every one they saw. The swallows, frightened and
grieving for their lost homes, flew away to find new quarters.
I suppose the robins and sparrows must have been frightened
by the noise of the gun, or perhaps the swallows told them
something about matters; at any rate, I know that hardly a
bird was to be seen about the place for many weeks. Now
this same farmer had a lot set out to fine fruit trees. May






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had been among them and decked them all out in pink and
white, promises of delicious pears and peaches: but one day
in August, Farmer Gruff came into the house with a long
face. "Wife," said he, "there ain't a whole leaf in the
nursery and the fruit is all dropping off; I shan't get a
cent from those trees this year! "Foolish man," twittered
all the swallows; he might have had a fine crop had he
allowed us to stay. 'Twas the insects did the mischief; we
would have gathered them all up and eaten them as they
arose from the trees, while the robins and other birds would
have pecked off the grubs and worms from the leaves." But
the swallows all agreed that they were not very sorry for
him; are you? .

Well, every one to his taste," but here are three birds,
- and there are many others -who love night better than
day. The Whippoorwill and Nighthawk do not build a
pretty nest, but dig out a little hollow in the ground to lay
their eggs in. The owl will take possession of a crow's
deserted nest, and there, without even taking the trouble to
repair it, will lay her eggs and bring up her family. Some-
times the owl is dressed in grey, sometimes in mottled, and
sometimes in white feathers; now and then you will see one
with long tufts of feathers which look like horns on either
side of his head; but his disposition is always the same.






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Poor, solemn, songless bird! Do you not believe he is sad
sometimes because the other birds cannot love him?





W,





WHITE OWL.

Mr. White Owl awoke one night-for you will remem-
ber that owls sleep in the day-feeling very hungry. In a
grove just beyond the hill were a number of nests full of
young birds. Mr. Owl knew this and thought, "I will have
some of those tender birds for my dinner." He flew away at
once and as his feathers were so soft and fine he made very
little noise, and the birds tucked snugly into their nests and
sleeping soundly did not hear him. He alighted on a low
bough of a maple, where, just below under some bushes, was
a nest full of Ground Robins. "Wake up," cried the wind,
and rocked the nest as hard as he dared; but the birds did
not hear him. The moon came up and stared straight at the
owl, but he was used to her beams and she could not hinder






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him, hut just then something wonderful happened; a great,
dazzling light streamed up from the hill close by and grew
brighter and brighter till it grew almost 'as light as day.
Now it was really only the boys having a Fourth of July fire
but poor Mr. Owl knew nothing about that, and could only
cling bewildered and frightened to his perch. At last, tired
and disappointed, he fell asleep and the little family below
him slept on, too, and never dreamed of the danger that had
threatened them. The next morning, cousin Tom, hunting
for turkeys' eggs in the briers by the wall, heard a great out-
cry in the grove; running to see what was the matter he saw
a great white owl, on a maple, staring stupidly about him,
while the warblers,. sparrows and all the birds of the grove
were collected about him and scolding at him with all their
might. Tom ran for his gun and shot him, and has him,
stuffed and standing on his library table. Just good enough
for the owl, did you say? Ah, but youmust remember that
Mr. Owl's father and grandfather and great grandfather
before him hunted and ate young birds; and how, pray,
should Mr. Owl know better? You must always consider
how anyone has been brought up before you condemn him.
And even the owl does us great good, for does he not catch
thousands of insects which would do the farmers much
mischief?
Do you never notice how disposition and habits show






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themselves in looks? See what a difference there is between
the expression of these birds of prey and our innocent little
song birds. These birds have their uses, however, eating
the dead bodies of animals, which if left to decay, would
spread disease and death. Our wise and kind Creator gave
us the birds to rid us of the pests and to cheer our hearts
with their songs and sweet, trusting ways, and yet, how often












OWL.


we complain because some saucy robin or crow has stolen a
few cherries or a handful of corn. I wish I was not obliged
to tell you that the few killed by the farmers is only one
millionth part of the numbers slaughtered for fashion.
Some heartless people have made fortunes for themselves
killing and arranging the poor little victims. Go into any
store where fancy articles are for sale and there are hundreds






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of our little friends stretched out of shape and dyed unnat-
ural gaudy colors.
Surely, girls, when you are grown up," you will have
humanity, good sense, and taste enough, to prefer seeing
birds rejoicing in the sunlight and praising God, rather than
see them perched on your hats, proclaiming your vanity,
thoughtlessness and hard-heartedness to all who see you pass.
Here are some birds who love to build where the rugged
cliffs skirt the sea. Here on the rocks they lay their eggs
and raise their young, as peacefully and quietly as if the old
sea did not roar below them all day long, and dash his cold
spray over them.
They love to fly far out over the water, now sweeping
low down and dipping their wings in the waves, now rising
high in the air.
They never sing; and why need they? who could catch
the sound of bird notes above that loud, grand song the sea
keeps singing?






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A PARROT'S STORY.


A parrot, from the Spanish main,
Full young and early caged, came o'er
With bright wings to the bleak domain
Of Mulla's shore.

To spicy groves where he had won
His plumage of resplendent hue,
His native fruits, and skies, and sun,
He bade adieu.


For these he changed The smoke of turf,
A heather land and misty sky;






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And turned on rocks and golden surf
His golden eye.

Bnt, petted in our climate cold,
He lived and chattered many a day;
Until, with age, from green and gold
He turned to gray.

At last, when old and seeming dumb,
He scolded, laughed and spoke no more,
A Spanish stranger chanced to come
To Mulla's shore.

He hailed the bird in Spanish speech
The bird in Spanish speech replied
Flapped round his cage with joyous screech
Dropped down, and died !
THOMAs CAMPBELL.


DICK'S STORY.

I am only a canary. All day long I used to hang in a
window where the sun never came.
Such a narrow cage had I that I could not turn about
without rumpling my plumage; and it was so dirty!
In the daytime the kitchen stove, which was near me,
made the room so hot that I often grew faint and dizzy and
almost fell from my perch.
In the night I grew cold and trembled, for there was no






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fire there, and the cold winds and damp came in through the
loose window-casings.
My only solace was my song, but even that they would
stop, sometimes, by covering my cage, or carrying me away
to a cold dark room, because I sang so loud.
You will hardly think any one could be so cruel, but
what I say is true.
One night I took cold and could sing no more. I had been
very hungry, for the seeds in my dish were so old and hard,
I could only crack one now and then, but now I could eat
nothing.
I tucked my head under my wing and wished I could
die, but nobody seemed to care. All at once I heard a voice
say, "Why, what is the matter witn your Dicky?"
I looked up and saw a strange face close to my cage;
but I was not afraid, for there were big tears in those eyes,
and I thought they flashed a little when they saw the dirty
floor of my prison.
Then a hand lifted me gently down, wrapped a shawl
round my cage and carried me over the fields to a new home.
0, what a bright room I saw! full of sunshine and
flowers, and birds! Birds! and I had not seen one, except
a little sparrow who used to come outside my window, for a
long, long time. They all chirped a Good-morning" to me,
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I






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My new mistress took me out of my filthy prison, and
set me in the sun among the plants; she came back soon
with a clean, roomy cage; set me carefully and tenderly on
one of the clean perches and hung me up between two bright
little birds.
I wonder how she came by so many?
There were bright, clean seeds and fresh water in the
dishes, and a warm paper sprinkled with fresh sand at the
bottom of the cage..
You don't kiow, children, how pleased I was with them
all. I could not eat the seed, though, so she brought a bit
of warm, hard-boiled egg and held it out to me. I was a
little afraid, but it looked so good, I crept across my perch
and took a wee bit; it tasted good and did not hurt my
throat as the hard seeds did, so I took another bite, and then
another.
I cannot think why the lady should cry at that, I am
sure, but cry she did, I saw her. When I grew tired of the
egg, she brought me other dainties, till I grew stronger and
felt better, and could crack my nice seeds.
One day, when the sun was brighter than usual, and the
air in the room was fresh and sweet, I tried to sing. The
notes quavered a good deal, but I found I had not forgotten
them.
Mistress praised me a great deal and said, "Now you
0






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can be this little birdie's music teacher." So she hung us
opposite and every day we would practise together.
Now he can sing as well as I, and we have such concerts.
Sometimes mistress plays just below us, and we both try
to make ourselves heard above the music.
I am not at all afraid of mistress now and have great
fiolics chasing her finger around the cage.
Sometimes, when she can stop work, I sit on her finger
and dress my feathers; and when she kisses my wing, as she
often does, I peck her lips and face.
I am a happy bird now, but I often fear my brothers and
sisters in other homes are suffering as I did. Will you please
look out for them, children?




















THE DOG'S RELATIONS.

SFARMER owned a large
,"I" mastiff, named Keeper.
Now Keeper was honest,
brave, and vigilant.
One day as he was wan-
dering some distance from
home, he saw a Wolf and a
Fox sitting together at the
corner of a wood.
Keeper, not much liking
their looks, though by no
means- fearing them, was
Jil turning another way, when
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"Surely, Sir," said the Fox, you won't disown your
relations ?
"My cousin Wolf and I were just talking over family
matters, and we both agreed that we had the honor of reckon-
ing you among our kindred. You must know that according
to the best accounts, the wolves and dogs were originally
one race in the forests of Armenia; but dogs took to staying
with man and have since lived in towns and villages, while
the wolves have lived in the woods as their ancestors did.











WOLF.
"The foxes were a branch of theiame family who set-
tled farther northward, where they became stinted in their
growth, and took up the plan of living in holes under the
ground.
"The cold has sharpened our noses, and given us a
thicker fur and bushy tails to keep us warm. But we have
all a family likeness; don't you think so?"






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And Keeper, looking narrowly at them, could not deny
it and consented to take a ramble with them. But he could
not help noticing and wondering at the shyness all the weaker
animals showed toward them: a flock of sheep, too, ran
swiftly away as soon as they caught sight of them.
,. However, he gave his cousins a cordial invitation to
come and see him in his yard and then took his leave.
They did not fail to come the next day about dusk.
Keeper received them kindly and treated them with part of
his own supper. They stayed with him till after dark, and
then marched off with many compliments.
The next morning word was brought to the farm that a
goose and three goslings were missing and that a couple of
lambs were found half eaten in the home field.
Keeper was too honest himself to suspect others readily,
so he never thought of his newly found cousins. Soon after,
they paid him a second evening visit, and next day a hen,
her chickens and a fat sheep were missing.
Now Keeper could not help mistrusting a little, and
blamed himself for letting strangers into the farmyard with-
out his master's knowledge. However, he still did not like
to think ill of his own relations.
They came a third time; Keeper received them rather
coldly and hinted that he should like better to see them in
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When they took their leave he resolved to follow at
some distance and to watch their motions.


A litter of young pigs happened to be lying under a
haystack without the yard. The wolf seized one by the
back, and ran off with him. The pig set up a most dismal
squeal, and Keeper, running up at the noise, caught his cousin
in the act. He flew at him and made him give up his prey,
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The fox, who had been prowling about the hen-roost,
now came up and began to declare his own innocence, at the
same time scolding the wolf for thus disgracing the family.
"Go away; you are both scoundrels," cried Keeper.
"I know you well enough; you may be of my blood, but
you are not of my spirit. I will hold no kindred with vil-
lains," and Keeper ran and barked at them so furiously that
they were glad to leave.
The Wolf and Fox did tell the truth when they said
they were cousins of the Dog.
If a young Ameri a.i; wolf is attacked by a hunter, we
are told that it will crouch up to him and beg for mercy
like a spaniel. With kindness and coaxing a wolf-cub will
grow to be as fond of his master as a dog.
Who knows how tame and gentle the wolves might have
been by this time if we had taken home their cubs and for
the last thousand years had taught them to behave like dogs,
instead of hunting them like wild beasts.
Most of the dogs who have been brought up in tem-
perate climates, have little or no likeness to the wolf about
them; and, like ourselves, they have a language that can
express more than that of their half-savage relations.
The wolfish dogs howl, but cannot bark; but the
domestic dogs can bark, and howl, and bay, and whine; and
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what they are thinking about almost as well as if they could
really speak.
All dogs feed naturally upon flesh,- though they will
accept almost anything from the table, and have mostly
sharp-pointed teeth, so that they can tear meat easily. They
have forty-nine in all; twelve small cutting teeth in front,
four tusk-like teeth at the sides and the rest uneven, jagged-
looking grinders; almost always there is an odd tooth in one
of the jaws.
If you could see a skeleton of a dog and could stand it.
on its hind legs you would say, Why, doggie's bones are
not so very different from mine after all! "
His skull is shaped differently, to be sure, but see, he has
ribs and arm-bones, and leg-bones and hips, and a back-bone
or vertebral column.
Now here is something for you to remember; that all
animals who have such a spinal column, back-bone, or what-
ever you choose to call it, which supports a set of nerves,
are called Vertebrates.
Yes, a man is a vertebrate, and you will have thought of
horses, cows, sheep and a dozen other kind of animals who
are vertebrates, before I shall have had time to tell you.
All over the world dogs are found, except in a few
islands- of the South Pacific Ocean, but their faces and forms
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many varieties are there that it would take a long time to
visit them all, so we will notice only a few.
No animal is so teachable, loveable, affectionate and
sensitive. See how he droops at the slightest rebuke from
you, and glances up timidly at you with great mournful eyes.
If unkind words touch him so deeply what must blows and
kicks be to him.
Of all the dogs, the Newfoundland is the most beautiful;
yet we love him, not so much for his good looks, as for his
nobility and intelligence.





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STORY OF A NEWFOUNDLAND.

A gentleman, going with a friend on a pleasure trip,
boasted that his dog, a fine Newfoundland which he had
with him, would return and bring to him any object left
behind.
He then placed a shilling under a large stone, the dog
looking on curiously all the while and rode on again.
When they had travelled for three miles or more, his master
gave the dog a signal to return and bring him the shilling.
Nimrod for that was the dog's name looked quickly
up in his face, barked a promise to bring it as soon as
possible and bounded away as fast as his feet could carry
him. Arrived at the stone he pushed with his nose against
it, dug about it with his paws and pushed it again with all
his might; but in vain; the stone was too much for him and
refused to. roll over.
Tears came into his eyes and he began to whine
piteously. Oh! how he wished Jack, the hired boy, who was
very kind to him, would come and help him.
He barked and barked for him, but Jack was far away
at home eating his supper in the kitchen: his master had
reached home by this time too, and was wondering where
his faithful dog could be.






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Poor Nimrod! What could he do? He could never
face his master without the shilling. "Well," thought he,
"since I cannot move the stone I will do the next best thing;
I will bark and bark till some one does hear and come."
And sure enough two men did come, rolled the stone
over, and there was the bright shilling!
Nimrod bounded about and barked joyfully now, but
one of the men, not understanding him, put the coin into his
pocket.
How disappointed Nimrod was, but he thought, I will
never give up, I will have the money for my master."
And what do you think he did? He followed the
gentleman to their hotel, stayed in the room while they ate
their supper, followed the maid to their chamber, and hid
himself under the bed. Then when all was quiet and the
men were sleeping soundly, he pulled the trousers in the
pocket of which was the shilling down from a nail by the
bedside, and, taking them in his mouth, leaped out of a
window.
At four o'clock the next morning, he rushed, tired and
panting, into the house and laid his prize triumphantly down
at his master's feet.
The trousers, and a watch they contained, were re-
turned; but the shilling was hung up as a tribute to Nim-
rod's sagacity; and the family is prouder of him than ever.






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COLLEY SHEPHERDD DOG).

T "E Shepherd-dog,--and you see he looks some-
thing like his cousin Wolf, has been trained to take
care of sheep.
People who' have lived in Scotland- where you will
remember that many sheep are raised and who know, tell
us that without the Shepherd-dog the whole mountainous
lands of Scotland would be useless.
It would require more hands to manage a flock of sheep,
gather them from the hills, force them into the houses and
folds, and drive them to market, than the money for them
would pay for.





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HOW A SHEPHERD-DOG SAVED HIS MASTER'S LIFE.
On a sheep-farm, where there were many dangerous
cliffs and precipices and sharp-pointed rocks, a shepherd,
accompanied by his dog, went one night to look after his
flock, and to get them to a place of safety and shelter until
the next day.
There was a heavy fall of snow on the ground, which
was partially thawed, and the man wandered too near the
edge of a cliff: the snow slid from under his feet and down
he fell, through the snow, into a fearful chasm in the rock.
He was unhurt, but there he must stay imprisoned
between the rocks and the snow until relief should come.
Through the opening above his head, he could see his
dog,-a large, powerful Shepherd-dog-looking down at him,
moaning, whining and scraping by turns, and seeming at a
loss what to do. All at once something seemed to pass
through his mind. He looked at his master as much as to
say, I know I can help you."
Then he stopped scraping the snow, whined a little,
raised his foreleg, bent his ears, looked round on the snow-
covered hills, and then back at his master, as much as-to
say, "Keep up good courage," and, giving a great leap,
dashed off through the dusk toward home.
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on the way stood the hut of an old lady who happened to be
baking oat-cakes for her supper.
The door stood open and the dog, catching sight of the
cakes, rushed in, seized one of the largest, and before the
lady could lift the poker, bounded out of the hut into the
night.
He soon reached his master and wagging his tail fu-
riously, dropped the cake down so it slid straight into his
master's hands. He stayed only a few moments, then started
off for home once more.
The family at home did not know what to make of his
behavior: he would pull at their dresses, howl, and walk off
a short distance as if he wished them to follow.
They gave him some pieces of bread, but instead of
eating them he darted off again.
The next morning he came back, and this time they
determined to follow him. Tying some bread and cheese in
a bundle, which they gave to King,- that was the dog's
name to carry, he led them over the mountains to the spot
where his master was imprisoned.
O! how thankful the shepherd was to hear their voices;
and what a struggle they had with the snow before they
could get him out; King barking joyfully all the time,
because he had brought them before his master starved or
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And when he was iaf.- at last, how they did pet and
praise King, and how he did pant and bark, and wag his
tail, and lick his master's hands!
Such a feast as they had in thl little cottage that night
in King's honor, and what a pile of barley cakes and meat
he ate! Such a pile, in fact, that he was obliged to lie down
by the fire and go to sleep before the fun 'was half over.




HOW TWO DOGS BECAME FRIENDS.
A Newfoundland and a Mastiff lived, near each other
and, I am sorry to say, were almost always quarrelling.
One day, fighting on the pier, they were half blind with
anger, went too near the edge of the planks, and, splash, they
both fell into the water!
Now the Newfoundland could swim, so he was soon safe
on the pier again: but shaking off the cold drops and
glancing round at his enemy he saw him unable to swim and
almost ready to sink.
Forgetting all his anger, the Newfoundland plunged
into the water again, grasped the Mastiff by the collar; held
his head above water and swam to the shore with him.
After that they were the best of friends, and could not bear
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THE ST. BERNARD.
The real home of this dog is on St. Bernard, a mountain
in Europe, eight thousand feet above the level of the sea.
Travellers are all the time passing down the road on the
steep side of this mountain and are often caught in terrific
snow storms.
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all day, taking these noble dogs wit .them and search for
lost travellers.
It really seems as though the animals knew almost as
well as do the monks themselves what a noble thing it is to
relieve suffering.
They often go out alone in the night; sometimes with
flasks strapped upon their necks, and blankets about their
bodies for the use of anyone they may find in the snow.
If the poor traveller is too far gone to help himself, the
dogs will lie on his body to keep it warm, howling and
barking all the time to call their masters to the rescue: their
bark is so loud it can be heard a mile away, so it is not often
that they call in vain.
This one in the picture is about to start with his master
on one of these life-saving expeditions. He may well hold
up his head, may he not? He has saved as many lives on
the land as the Newfoundland has on the water.

Some stray dogs were once shut up and tied in a prison
yard. A Newfoundland was among them and longed so
much for home that he gnawed his rope until he could break
it. How his heart did bound when he found he was free!
Dear, noble fellow! He could not bear to leave the
other dogs so unhappy, so he fell to work to gnaw off their
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MASTIFF.

And here is the largest of all
the dogs. He is often as tall as
twenty-eight inches; is strong,
courageous, and can guard his
master's prop-
erty better than
any other dog.
Yet, for all
his strength, he
is no bully;
never teas in g
his smaller
acquaintances, nor punishing them more than he can possibly
help, if they trouble him.
He dearly loves you, children, and will let you sit upon
his back or stroke his glossy head and ears.
He almost always wears a reddish, fawn-colored coat
which he keeps very smooth.


FORGIVEN.
A large and fierce Mastiff, one day, broke his chain and
ran along the road, frightening everyone who saw him pass.
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him with a stick. The dog turned round fiercely, while all
the lookers-on held their breath with fear.
The little child, sorry for having hurt the dog, ran -up
and threw his arms about the great creature's neck.
0!" you say "the mastiff must have torn him all
in pieces!" Not a bit of it; all the anger went out, in a
moment, from his doggish heart. A pleased look came into
his eyes, and he fell to licking with his tongue the tiny face
turned up to him, as much as to say, "I am glad to forgive
you."

PUNISHED.
A mastiff had been snapped, snarled at, and provoked
generally by a little terrier for many weeks, but had not
touched him, and had taken as little notice of him as possible.
Finally he could stand it no longer, so he took the terrier
carefully in his mouth, ran with him to the wharf, and
dropped him gently into the water.


FAITHFUL.
"Pard was Jim, the chimney-sweep's dog. Pard was
short for partner, the name having been given him because
there was no other sharer of Jim's joys and sorrows. If
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the kicks and curses that always came home with Jim at
night: as it was, Pard got them all.
Sometimes Pard had to watch all day the dreary little
den which they called home; sometimes he woald follow Jim
from place to place and guard his soot-bag.
One day, Jim had had good luck, and as usual, at such
times, made his way to a liquor shop.
Pard, who by the way, was much wiser than his master,
looked up as if begging him not to go in, for he knew what
would follow. But Jim only tossed his bag into the narrow
'street, and with an oath, commanded the dog to take care of
it.
Poor Pard! there had been no dinner and but very little
breakfast for him that day: besides, he was stiff and sore
from the beatings of the night before; but he looked a
promise to his master, walked slowly up and laid himself
disconsolately down upon the bag.
Some foot passengers came by: one old gentleman came
up to him, stroked his head and spoke kindly. It was the
first pleasant word Pard had received for a long time; how
pleased he was, and how he longed to follow the owner of the
kind voice, but he never dreamed of forsaking his trust.
A coal cart comes thumping and jarrring over the
stones, and the street is but just wide enough for such a
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Get up! shouts the driver to Pard; What are you
doing there in the middle of the street! Get up, I say! "
Pard looked imploringly in the direction his master had
taken, back again at the driver, who by this time had come
down from his seat and was standing over him, but never
moved.
The whip came down across his back and left a sharp
stinging pain, but he only whined a little: he cou d not leave
his master's property. The blows fell thick and fast now
and make him whine, tremble and moan with pain; but still
he sits there, firm and unyielding.
The driver, with a terrible oath, jumps up on his seat
and starts up his horses. Even now Pard does not move;
only gives a low whine and looks once more for his master.
But Jim is drinking and has forgotten him: a moment
more and Pard has forgotten too: forgotten all his hunger,
and pain and sorrow, for the heavy wheels have passed over
him.


HONEST ENOUGH.
A mastiff was once accidentally locked into the pantry
of a neighbor who had been far iore kind to him than his
own master.
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pantry at last and seeing the great-dog come out, was scared
enough, thinking her mistress's bread, meat and milk were
all destroyed through her carelessness. When lo! not a
thing had been touched. You may be sure the dog had
such a supper that night as he had never eaten before.


TERRIERS.
Here is a large family of small dogs.
SThere were two kinds in the first
-' place, the English and Scotch terrier.
L) .The first slender, smooth, and black-and-
.'Z' tan in color, with a sharp nose, bright
Var eyes and erect ears. The second with
7 rough, white hair, a short nose and short
stout limbs.
There are so many kinds now, however, that we should
have to spend a great deal of time if we tried to study them
all.
They are quick, strong, brave little fellows; some of
them are as clever at catching a rat as your cat is.


A Terrier's family was once taken from her and
drowned; and how terribly she did feel! She could scarcely
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to the stable, and down the path that led to the spring,
looking so sorrowful that even the fowls in the barn-yard,
who always used to stretch their necks and cackle whenever
she went by, pitied her.
At last a brood of ducks were hatched and went tod-
dling all over the yard peeping,- for their mamma had been
taken away fiom them,- so what did doggie do but catch up
the ducklings one by one in her mouth, carry them into her
warm kennel and take care of them. There they would sit
all in a bunch close up to her warm coat until they grew to
be great ducks.


A Terrier's master once gave him some milk and water
which proved too hot, after that doggie always dipped his
paw in his drink before he tasted it.
He would follow his master on horseback and, when he
grew tired, would pretend to be lame, so that his master
should either turn back, or take him up.


A BRAVE LITTLE FIREMAN.
A terrier, named "Chance," belonged to the London
Fire Brigade, and always went with the engine whenever
there was a fire, sometimes sitting upon the engine, some-
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scampering on before to tell the people by his barks that
relief was coming.
At the fire he would pull burning logs out of the fire
with his mouth. Many times poor Chance had his legs
broken in the crush and confusion, but still he was hfithful
to the brigade.
One day, having been hurt worse than usual, he was'
being nursed by the firemen beside the hearth, when another
alarm of fire was given; as the engine was being taken
out the poor dog made an effort to climb up on it and fell
back dead.




ESQUIMAUX DOGS.
In Siberia, and ahnost all the coldest countries, these
dogs live.
It is well that they are large and strong, for they have
much to endure. They look very like their wolf relations,
with their long noses, oblique eyes, short ears and bushy
tails.
The half-savage people who are their masters, depend
upon them to drag thbir sledges over the great wastes of
snow and ice. The dogs are fastened to the sledge by stout
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How does he guide them?" do you say?
The dog which is fastened on aboad is an old-trained
animal, and knows his master's voice so well that he will stop,
or turn to the right or left just as he is told; and what can
the others do but follow?
The driver dares not use a whip to strike them, for if he
should, the dog who was hurt would turn upon the one
nearest to him and fight desperately; the others would all
join in the fray; the sled, in nine cases out of ten, be upset
in the snow.
But, I am sorry to say, these animals are very cruelly
treated for all their usefulness. Only the poorest bits of
offal are given them for food, and they are often so hungry
as to eat the tough leather straps which fasten them to the
sledges. Sometimes,- and who blames them?-they fall
upon their masters and devour them, if the dogs prove to be
the stronger.




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BULL-DOG.
This dog does not, as you
all know, enjoy a good eplu-
tation, but a great deal of the
fight and stubbornness iin
him are due to his training.
In old times he was never
allowed to take exercise, but
was always
chainCed in his
kennel, exe ep t
when he was
made to fig hlt
some maddened
bulls.
And who,
pray, woull 1)e
likely to be
sweet- telnpered
and gentle
The Bull-Dog.
under such cir-
cumstances. He is' often found to have a warm, tender
heart hidden away in that powerful, savage-looking firame
of his.






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One habit of his is one we might profit by imitating, that
of never giving up when once he has taken hold of a thing.
Once, when two fine Newfoundland dogs had died
trying to save a ship-wrecked crew, a Bull-dog was sent to
tow a rope from the shore to the vessel. The waves beat
him back; tossed him high up, buried him, but he held on
the rope and swam against them with all his might.
Soon a great cry of "Saved! rang up from the sinking
ship. The dog's perseverance had conquered.





A DOG'S IDEA OF HONESTY.
A man once sold some sheep and sent his dog to help
the buyer drive them to his home.
Days passed on and the dog did not return, to the great
alarm and grief of his master. At last one morning early he
came into the yard driving the sheep and another flock with
them.
The buyer of the sheep had taken a great fancy to the
dog and had shut him up, determined to keep him. The
dog broke loose in the night and thinking, by the way he
had been treated, that perhaps the flock had been stolen,
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HUNTING DOGS.

And here come the Fox-hounds, bounding over the
hills, with the red-coated hunters just behind!
Surely we must not forget the hunting dogs, for, although
their calling is not as noble as that of the St. Bernard, and
some others; yet they do what they are taught in the best
possible manner.
The Fox-hounds have many uncles and cousins in the
Blood-hounds, Stag-hounds, Spaniels, Setters and Pointers,
all of whom enjoy hunting more than anything else in the
world. Of all these, the Pointer is perhaps the most inter-
esting and intelligent.
When he sees a bird near enough for his master to
shoot it, he stops short in his race, with one paw held out,
his tail straight in the air, and scarcely breathes until a bird
or perhaps a flock of them, has been killed. This habit of
his is called pointing" and from it he gets his name.
It really seems as though he knows more than all the
other Hunting Dogs put together.
The Fox-hound scampers about and makes as much
noise as he pleases; the Spaniel is only careful to keep within
gun shot; the terrier watches at a rat's hole because he
cannot get' into it; but the Pointer, at the very moment
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and "points" with a breathlessness' that cannot be anything
less than anxiety, at what we should suppose he would
eagerly seize. If a bird is missed after so much trouble, a
Pointer will often seem very angry.
A gentleman who was a very poor marksman, once
borrowed a Pointer. The dog bounded along delightedly
for some distance and stopped at a small bush where he
pointed: a flock of birds flew up; the gun was fired, but not
a bird fell. The dog was disgusted, but went on a few rods
more. and pointed again. A fine bird rose from the grass;
bang! bang! went both barrels of the gun, but all to no pur-
pose. Pointer could stand no more: he turned round,
dropped his tail, gave one long howl and dashed off home as
fast as his feet could carry him.

BROKEN-HEARTED.
A nobleman had a fine Bull-dog, which he always ilii;1.
a pet of, and took him with him in all his travels. One
winter, when the dog was growing to be very old and feeble,
the master went away without him. What a sad day it was!
He had watched the packing of the trunks; watched the
carriage and horses being made ready and then-saw his
master ride away without him, with another dog in his place.
From that time he refused to eat and, despite all the
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THE DOG WHO SAVED THE CHILD'S LIFE.
The noble dog in the picture was a great pet and play-
fellow of the little boy whose life he is saving, and always
accompanied him in his walks. One morning the child
had wandered farther away from home than usual, but his
mother was busy, and did not notice his absence. Bruno
kept beside his little master, no doubt -wonderimg where he
was going, and feeling that it was his duty to watch over
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The little fellow waiiid'r-:d along by the side of a quietly-
running stream, and in leaning over to pluck some of the
pretty wild flowers, slipped,, lost his footing and fell into the
water. Two or three men working in a field at some
distance saw the accident, and hurried, as fast as they could,
to the spot. Before they reached there, however, Bruno,
who had seen his play-mate's danger, sprang into the stream,
and taking hold of the child's dress, held him out of the
water while he scrambled ashore, and just as the frightened
men reached the spot, had laid his burden, half insensible,
gently on the ground.
You may be sure the noble dog was greatly praised and
petted for his bravery, for if he had not acted so promptly, no
doubt the child would have been carried further away down
the stream and drowned before the men could reach him.







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THE GOOSE AND THE DOG.
Here is a pretty picture, showing how creatures of differ-
ent habits and species will sometimes associate and form rare
friendships. A goose belonging to a large farmiyard where
a number of animals and birds were kept, took a great liking
to a huge mastiff, a liking which seemed to be returned by
"Captain." They became the greatest friends imaginable,
and might often be seen sitting side by side in Captain's ken-
nel, or drinking from the same dish. Many a time would
Mistress Goose leave her own family and come for a
share of Captain's dinner; and he often would bring choice
morsels, and putting them down before her, stand, with a
kindly wag of his tail, as though inviting her to partake.
He would accompany her when she went for a swim in
the pond, walking sedately by her side, and keeping off any
stray dogs or cats who might be rude enough to molest her.
This odd friendship continued for some months, until an
accident caused the death of the goose, when the mastiff for
a long time showed signs of great grief,
For days he refused to eat or to enter his kennel, but
wandered mournfully about searching for his lost playmate.
He never seemed to show any fondness afterwards for
any of the other geese, but rather appeared to dislike them;
often going out of his way to avoid them.








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THE MISCHIEVOUS DOGS.
Carlo and Don have both been very naughty. One
morning little Bessie ran out of the room where she had been
playing with her dolls, to look at the organ-grinder and his
monkey, who were performing in fi-ont of the house. As she
had shut the door, the two dogs could'not follow her, as they
wished, so they both sat down listening to the sounds fiom
without, and sniffing wistfully at the closed door.
Iere's a pretty state of things! said Don crossly;
"why couldn't she have taken us with her? It would have
been such fun to chase the monkey! "
Never mind," replied Carlo, jumping up and wagging
his tail cheerfully. Bessie does not forget us very often.
Let's go and look at the (lolls. I can't, for my part, find out
why Bessie likes to spend so much time with those stupid
old things, when she might be out running and jumping with
us."
So they trotted over to where the dolls were lying, some
dressed and ready for walking, others just as Bessic had
taken them from their little bed.
"What stiff-looking creatures they are! said Carlo,
who was of a very inquisitive turn of mind. Why don't
they run about like other people, or talk to each other? See
this one in the blue bonnet, she won't even look at us, but sits





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there staring up at the ceiling. If she had a tail I don't
believe she would know enough to wag it! "
Her checks smell of paint," said Don, standing on his
hind-legs to get a better look. I don't believe I should
like to kiss her as we do Bessie. She's all dressed for walk-
ing; let's ask her to take us out; perhaps if we pull at her
dress she will know what we mean."
So they both put their forepaws up on the chair
where Dolly was sitting, and began to pull at the pretty new
blue dress, in which Bessie had just dressed her pet so care-
fully. Of course Dolly took no notice, and they pulled again
until presently she rolled on the floor. This was just what
they wanted, so they tugged and tugged, and shook and
shook, thinking it such fun, until at last, with one tremendous
pull from Carlo, off came poor Dolly's head!
Even then I doubt if they would have given up the fun,
if the door had not opened and Bessie walked in. Fancy her
dismay and sorrow to see her favorite doll lying torn and
broken on the floor!
She was a sensible little girl, however, and knew that it
was no use being angry with the dogs, who did not know any
better, but followed the impulse of their nature in tearing and
pulling things about. So she called them to her, and tried to
make them understand that they had done wrong in destroy-
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See how ashamed the little rogue Carlo appears, as he
sits begging to be forgiven; and Don still looks as if he was
afi-aid of a whipping, as he sees the head of the mutilated
doll held up before him.
Let us hope it will be a lesson to them not to be so mis-
chievous again.


FRISK AND NED.
Frisk was very fond of play, and loved dearlyto run andl
jump in the grass and down the smooth walks of' the garden
One fine morning he had been having a romp with little
Ned, who was five years old; and, the day being very warm,
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Frisk was not at all tired, and did not want to rest, but
he sat there patiently, hoping Ned would soon go on with
the game.
However, the sun shining in the little boy's eyes made
him sleepy, and at last he leaned his head back drowsily, and
fell fast asleep.
Now Frisk had been told that he should always stay
with little Ned and take care of'him whenever they were
together, so he just gave a sigh, and then sat down close to
his little friend, ready to watch over him until he should
awaken.
Don't you think this is a lesson to all of us? The bright
sun and waving grass, and the birds which he could see fly-
ing about, must have made poor Frisk long for a frolic
amongst them; but, you see, he thought of his dutyfirst, and
was ready to do that, no matter how great the self-denial.
Don't you think we might remember this when we grow
impatient of duties that keep us indoors, or in the school-
room this bright, summer weather?

























The squirrel, on the shingly shagbark's bough,
Now saws, now lists with downward eye and ear;
Then drops his nut and with a bound,
Whisks to his windinging fastness under ground.






W E will leave our door-yard friends for a time and
take this path over the hills to the woods again.
Hark! a swift rustle in the brown leaves: something
shoots across our path and darts half way up a tree in a
twinkling. A real Gray Squirrel!
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Now, when the leaves are falling, is just the right time
to visit him, for he comes out in all the glory of his new
winter coat. See him stop high out of our reach with his
paws clinging firmly to the bark, his bushy tail, longer than
all the rest of his body, curling gracefully over his back, and
his bright eyes blinking at us as much as to say; What are
these strange creatures and what are they here for?" In
another second he is on the topmost branch and has given a
flying leap into a neighboring tree.
Over yonder is a tree in which he makes his home, year
after year, and which he considers his own especial property.
His nest, built high lnp where the thick branches hide it
from mischievous passers-by, is a wonderful structure indeed;
made of leaves, grass and mosses; it is so closely woven
together that no rain can soak into it, and so firmly fastened
to its resting place that no wind can dislodge it.
His iear relative, called the Red Squirrel, because of his
reddish-brown fur, has a nest near by.
In some northern climates, but particularly in the tem-
perate climates of America and England where there is
plenty of woodland, these frisky, gay little fellows make
their home. But, peering about for the red and gray squir-
rels' nests, we have startled a little Ground Squirrel or
Chipmunk, as the boys call him, because of that gentle
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gray and red squirrels, is he not? But how beautiful his
brownish coat looks, striped so showily with dark brown and
buff.
Now lest we should frighten him again, let us be quiet
awhile, and read this story, that we may learn something of
his habits and tastes. Mr. and Mrs. Chipmunk were in
search of a good spot for a home; said they, The red and
gray squirrels may build up in the trees if they like, but we
will have our nest in the earth itself." At last they selected
a secluded place beside an old stone wall, where the briers
and bushes would shade their home, and where the dead
leaves would keep out much of the frost.
Then they fell to digging, and how they did work! It
took a long time, for although they worked with all their
might, while they were about it; yet they took time to eat
and to chase each other along the weather-beaten pole at
the top of their wall.
When they had dug a hole about three feet deep,
although they knew nothing of our way of measuring, they
chattered "just right" to each other, and, plunging into it,
began to make a tunnel. This was a narrow and winding
tunnel, slanting upward at the end, quite near the surface
of the ground.
It was Autumn by the time it was completed. Their
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partly decayed fruit, placing them here and there in high and
dry places, that they might have them to fall back upon when
the snow should be deep and food scarce.
SNow," said the Chipmunks, "for our winter store."
Off they set together, and soon found a fine tree of nuts.
When either picked up a nut, in some way only known to
his wise little self, he could tell, without making a hole in it
whether or not it was good. If it was decayed he threw it
down and scampered off for another.
A good one he would turn over,- gnaw away the
sharp point at the top so that it should not hurt him and with
his paw tuck it into his mouth. Four were just enough for
him to carry at once; one at each side, one in the middle and
one between the teeth. When Chipmunk and his wife
were loaded in this way (and they looked as though they
had the mumps) they .would set off for their home to hide
their treasures in the farthest corner.
How lucky we are" said Mr. Chipmunk when his
mouth was emptied once more. Nuts are not always so
plentiful."
I think, perhaps, the children left this tree for the
squirrels," said Mrs. Chipmunk. But Mr. Chipmunk was far
away by this time and did not hear her; perhaps he would
not have believed her if he had. When they had gathered
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and some grass seed, that they might have a change of
food.
Said they, When the weather is very severe and the
red and gray squirrels are frisking about in the cold, we
shall have only to go from our warm nest in one corner of
our house, to our store-house in another to get a nice meal.
How snug and cosy they were, and what plump hand-
some children they had!
Hark," said Mrs. Chipmunk, one afternoon, what is
that queer, scraping noise above us?"
But Mr. Chipmunk thought it could be nothing to be
alarmed about, and prepared to crack a nut.
It was something, however, and the sound came nearer
and nearer to them, till they could not hear their own
chipping. Seized with a panic they ran to a corner and
shrank down, their hearts beating loud and fast with fear.
It is boys," cried Mr. Chipmunk. And now the burrow
they toiled so long to make, is open to the light; the cold
comes rushing in, benumbing the poor little family so they
can scarcely move. Their store-house is robbed of its
treasures.
Father Chipmunk, hardly knowing what he was about
gathered up his strength and, giving a leap, bounded off as
fast as his trembling limbs would carry him. The boys gave
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And Mother Chipmunk? She could not leave her little ones
and stayed by them.
Half blinded by the sudden light, she did not see a hand
reach down to grasp her until it was too late; she was caught,
thrust into a basket, and jolted roughly away on a journey
away from her little ones.
Once in the house she was put into a wire cage, her
heart beating loud and fast with fear and grief. There was
a great wheel at one end of her narrow prison: perhaps, if
she could climb it, she might be able to get out. Round
and round it flew, but alas! it brought her nowhere. She
would never see her dear children or her home again.
She lived on however, for a number of weeks, but one
morning they found her in a corner of the cage, her poor,
broken little heart stilled forever.
The baby squirrels were so benumbed with cold that
they scarcely felt it when a prowling cat pounced upon and
devoured them.
Mr. Chipmunk wandered sorrowfully about, getting a
meal now and then from a kind neighbor.
One day, when the snow was very deep, indeed, and the
cold very severe, he ran along a wall and fence till he was
close under the pantry window of a farm-house.
He was terribly hungry, or he would not have ventured
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All at once a face appeared at the window, frightening
him so much, that he whisked away to the top of a fence-post.
The window was pushed up gently, and a kind hand scat-
tered corn-bread, and even a nut or two on the snow outside.
Waiting awhile to see if all was right, Chipmunk darted
down, filled his "pockets" with the good things, and ran
back to his perch to enjoy them where he could keep a sharp
lookout.
If Nan (the same little girl who took care of Peter)
could have seen his eyes blink with pleasure, and know how
cheered and comforted he was, as he made his way back to
his lonely wood, it would have made her happy for a long
time afterward.



If we would only learn the lessons
Nature doth sweetly repeat,
Unrest would take wing from our bosoms,
And life's path would bless our feet.

If we would cull brightness and beauty
Instead of gloom on the way,
We should shine from within on others
And banish their moods of gray.
--EDNA C. LINES.






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"BUNNY," AND HIS HOME IN THE FIR-TREE.
The following beautiful fable, in verses written by a
relative of the late Ann and Jane Taylor, may well claim a
place in these pages, although not strictly coming under the
head of anecdotes:-

In a tall, spreading fir-tree high up from the ground,
A group of brown squirrels their dwelling had found;
And there, safely sheltered in stormiest weather,
Father, mother, and children lived snugly together.

One day Mr. Squirrel had something to do,
And his wife, Mrs. Squirrel, said she would go too;
So Creep," Peep," and Bunny," and "Bushy," and Grey,"
In the snug fir-tree nest were all quiet to stay.






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"My dears," said their fathers, be steady and good,
While your mother and I make a trip through the wood;
Be kind to each other, and loving, and sweet,
And have bright, smiling faces your parents to greet."

Good-by, dear papa and mamma," they all said;
"We will quietly keep in our snug little bed;
But how glad we shall be when we see 3 ou come back,
And perhaps you will bring us some nice nuts to crack."

Then bidding their young ones a loving good-by,
Right down from the fir-tree so tall and so high,
Scrambled father and mother with brisk little feet,
Busy tails and bright eyes, and in brown suit complete.

And on through the grass, and the heather and fern,
They trotted away, but oft longed to return,
To see how all fared in the tall fir-tree nest,
And whether their darlings were safe and at rest.

"And so we are left all alone," whispered Creep,
As he snoozled up close to his twin-brother Peep.
"Now, Bushy and Bunny, and dear little Grey,
Let's do nothing to vex our good parents to-day."

But, sad to relate, Master Bunny forgot,
Or would do the things that his brother said not:
He hustled and bustled and pushed them about,
And put all their quiet and peace to the rout.






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To Bushy he gave such a whisk with his tail,
That it made him half -1 ic., and really turn pale;
While poor little Grey, in her meek, gentle tone,
Begged with tears in her eyes he would leave her alone.

In vain Peep and Creel tried to make him keep quiet,
For Bunny seemed bent upon making a riot;
And so very noisy and rude he became,
That the rest, one and all, cried out, Bunny, for shame "

And "Bunny, for shame said another voice, too,
Which made Bunny start when papa came in view;
While his poor mother looked, oh so sad and distrest,
That things had gone ill in their dear fir-tree nest.

"Come away said his father; "you must not stay here;
Come away from your brothers and sisters so dear;
You must go by yourself, and be left all alone,
Till you truly are sorry for what you have done."

Then the rest all begged hard that their brother might stay;-
"Papa, dear papa, do not send him away "
Bunny spoke not a word, for he very well knew
That what papa said he would certainly do.

So on through the fern, the heather, and grass,
In silence and sadness right onward they pass;
And how Bunny wished that he had but been good,-
When they entered the skirts of a dark, gloomy wood.






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At last to another tall fir-tree they came,
Which looked like their own, but ah, 'twas not the same !
And up its high stem little Bunny must go,
Though it made him quite giddy to look down below.

In a hole in the trunk little Bunny must stay;
Ah how his heart sank as papa turned away:
And night soon came on, all so dark and so drear,
While Bunny's teeth chattered with cold and with fear.

"Oh, I wish I were back in our own pretty nest,
The snuggest, the warmest, the softest and best !"
So thought Bunny, with many a shudder and sigh,
As the wind whistled loud through the fir-tree so high.

"But hark what's that noise? something's coming this way!
Oh Bushy, Creep, Peep, and my dear little Grey,
Shall I ever again your dear faces behold?
Or shall I die here of the fright and the cold? "

And what was the noise that had frightened him so?
Oh what joy for poor shivering Bunny to know
That papa had come back for his penitent child,
And he would not be left in the forest so wild.

And now through the grass, and the fern, and the heather
Straight home to the fir-tree they traveled together;
How cosy, and cheerful, and bright did all seem !
Bunny felt as if waked from a terrible dream.






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He told his dear mother how good he would be,
If he only might stay in the dear old fir-tree;
And she said, while a tear glistened soft in her eye,
"Indeed, my dear Bunny, I'm sure you will try !"

Now crowding around him in gladsome array,
Came Peep, Creep, and Bushy, and dear little Grey;
They kissed him and lii.'..,1 him, and told o'er and o'er,
How sad they had been till they saw'him once more.

" Not one nut could we crack, not one wink could we sleep,
We kept thinking about you," said kind brother Creep;
And then Bunny told them he'd never again
Be so rude and so naughty, and cause them such pain.

"And now, my dear children, 'tis time," papa said,
'That we all had some supper, and went off to bed;
In love and in peace may all henceforth agree,
And long life to the nest in the dear old fir-tree."






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EIGIIO, a convention right here in the farm-yard!
Red Rooster is thc: chief speaker and begins with a
shrill "Listen, all of you-oo!" "Of all the fbwl,"
he says, "I and my family are most useful to the world."
(Hisses from the ducks and geese).
Do we not furnish man with eggs for his breakfast, meat
for his dinner and soft feather pillows for his weary head?"
(Applause).
"Is it not a shame, then, that in return for all this, our
owners are often unwilling to give us the few kernels of
grain, the fresh water and the warm, dry house we need to
make us comfortable?" (Indignation and applause).





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We are wise, too, you might know that, by observing
our little ones." (Here every hen holds her head very high
and listens attentively).
"Everybody knows how Lhe sparrow brings the food in
its beak to its naked little ones, who can only crouch together
in the nest and open their mouths for it. But look at our















fresh-hatched chicks, running about like little fluffy balls
on legs. They do not want their mother to feed them; they
only want her to show them where the food is." (Tremen-
dous cackle of applause.)
So she kicks the grain about with her long, rough feet,
first to one chick, then to another, and they know enough
to pounce upon it and peck it up in a moment.






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"I have known such a thing" here he stands on one
foot, as our eggs being put under a turkey, after she had set
five or six days, so that one or two of our chicks might come
out into the world at the same time with the young turkeys,
and show the stupid little things how to behave."
Here old Gobbler, who had been growing very red in the
face with indignation for some time, can restrain himself no
longer, and, spreading out his great fan-like tail, dropping












his wings and ruffling all his feathers, cries, "Tut! tut!
gobble-gobble-gobble! "
In fact, he is too angry to do anything but gobble, and
had stopped Rooster's speech-making just where he was
intending to grow very eloquent, in telling how he was wont
to rouse sleepers from their slumbers before clocks and
watches were invented.
So Gobbler's wife speaks for the Turkeys. Are we





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not the largest of all the fowl? she says: and have we not
the deepest voices? then how dignified we are, never rushing
about in a ridiculous fashion! Our feathers are. fully as
useful as the hen's. Besides all this, what is your importance
compared with ours when Thanksgiving day comes round?"
This is a poser, and keeps them all quiet till a duck
cones out of a pool, shakes off the drops and says:- You
can see at a glance that we are no relation to you, Hens and










Turkeys. Your short necks and sharp beaks can pick up
the grain much quicker than our long necks and broad bills.
Your steady legs and rough toes are better for walking and
scratching; while our legs, set far back in our bodies, and
our webbed feet, are better for swimming. We love to
gather part of our food from under water, so are glad that
we have long necks, though they may not look as graceful
as do yours. Underneath our smooth outside feathers we
have a covering of thick down. This, and the oil in all our




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