• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Advertising
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 List of Illustrations
 Note
 Table of Contents
 The man's boot
 The jay and the thrush
 I'll pay you out
 I wish
 I don't care
 Not my fault
 That is my place
 What is that to you?
 I won't be put on
 He did it first
 I want to see the world
 I don't know
 Why?
 You daren't
 I am as good as you
 That's nought to me
 More, more
 It is too hard
 Why not?
 Those old folks
 Back Matter
 Back Cover






Title: Short stories about animals
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Title: Short stories about animals
Alternate Title: Man's boot and other tales
Physical Description: 72 p., 15 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Sellon, Gertrude
Weekes, W ( Illustrator )
Griffith, Farran and Co ( Publisher )
Turnbull & Spears ( Printer )
Publisher: Griffith Farran & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Turnbull & Spears
Publication Date: [1892?]
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1892   ( lcsh )
Cautionary tales -- 1892   ( local )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1892   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1892
Genre: Children's stories
Cautionary tales   ( local )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: by Gertrude Sellon ; illustrated in colour and black and white by W. Weekes.
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: First published in 1875 under the title: "A man's boot and other tales."
General Note: Publisher's advertisements precede text.
General Note: Warning: Many animals die horrible deaths in these cautionary tales.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
    Half Title
        Half Title
    Advertising
        Advertising
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Title Page 1
        Title Page 2
    List of Illustrations
        List of Illustrations
    Note
        Note
    Table of Contents
        Table of Contents
    The man's boot
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    The jay and the thrush
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    I'll pay you out
        Page 9
        Page 9a
        Page 10
        Page 11
    I wish
        Page 12
        Page 12a
        Page 13
        Page 14
    I don't care
        Page 15
        Page 15a
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Not my fault
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    That is my place
        Page 22
        Page 22a
        Page 23
        Page 24
    What is that to you?
        Page 25
        Page 25a
        Page 26
        Page 27
    I won't be put on
        Page 28
        Page 28a
        Page 29
        Page 30
    He did it first
        Page 31
        Page 31a
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    I want to see the world
        Page 35
        Page 35a
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
    I don't know
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Why?
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 45
        Page 46
    You daren't
        Page 47
        Page 47a
        Page 48
        Page 49
    I am as good as you
        Page 50
        Page 50a
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
    That's nought to me
        Page 54
        Page 54a
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    More, more
        Page 58
        Page 58a
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
    It is too hard
        Page 62
        Page 62a
        Page 63
    Why not?
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Those old folks
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
    Back Matter
        Back Matter
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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THE MAN'S BOOT. The Bear knows
S what it is I The Owl which had seen
it. Chased out of the wood.
.- THE THRUSH AND THE JAY.
The Thrush in her nest. Theydoeat
so much." What came bye-and-bye.
I'LL PAY YOU OUT. Sheep at Gate L
The Dog lay in the Sun, &c.
I WISH. I could live in a Pond.
I wish I could Fly, &c.
I DON'T CARE. I shall go this way.
He kicked his heels in the air.
NOT MYFAULT. Thehareranoff.
S ,.' The small Stone hit a large one.
Fleeing for their lives. .
rHAT'S MY PLACE. The old yew
Streets. There's an end of that. The
Cat which lay in the Sun.
WHAT'S THAT TO YOU? The Mule
at the Pump. "Do you know ?" You
rude thing."
Ir WON'T BE PUT ON. They h "
put shoes on my feet. A good their.
"This won't do."
HE DID IT FIRST. The Sheep r
out. They met a Dog. The Men .
them out. ,
I WANT TO SEE THE WORLD. I
Ducks in a pond. The end of the W. I I
I I DON'T KNOW. Form in line.' N
one will care for you. A young F..
quite dead. We must leave this.
WHY? The Maid will drive you our.
the steps of a large house. Chaint.: -
YOU AREN'T. Sheep and
Goats. You can't jump-h: .-- ..
They both fell. "
",'"-'-i I AM AS GOOD AS YOU. A ;
"!', 1 w Cat named Smut. She saw a Hc r.e
in a Stall. Poor thing.
THAT'S NAUGHT TO ME. A po : V
Cow shut out. A Wolf out of the w:.:
"Do as you like."
%T- N!-MORE,MORE. Would not wait his tn 'r
IT Bang went a gun. Jack did not wa.e
IT IS TOO HARD. In the nest. iAll
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THIS book was published originally in 1875, under the
title of "A Man's Boot and other Tales." It is written
by Miss Gertrude Sellon, whose sister's writings for children
are also so well known. The First Edition was illustrated
by Harrison Weir, but the title was against it, and the
sale for years was slow. In 1882 it was re-issued with
its present title, and since that date it has enjoyed very
great popularity.





















CONTENTS.




PAGE
THE MAN'S BOOT I
THE JAY AND THE THRUSH 5
I'LL PAY YOU OUT 9
I W ISH 12
I DON'T CARE 5. 15

NOT MY FAULT 18
THAT IS MY PLACE 22
WHAT IS THAT TO YOU? 25
I WON'T BE PUT ON 28
HE DID IT FIRST 31
I WANT TO SEE THE WORLD .35
I DON'T KNOW 39
WHY? 44-
YOU AREN'T 47
I AM AS GOOD AS YOU 50.
THAT'S NOUGHT TO ME 54

MORE, MORE 58.
IT IS TOO HARD 62

WHY NOT? 64
THOSE OLD FOLKS 69















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A N a dark wood, where wild beasts lived,
there once lay a man's boot. How it
S lot there I can not say, for no man had
S.. -been there; at least the beasts had
not seen one in all their lives. But
there the boot was, and when the
beasts saw it, they all came round to
/ find out what it was. Such a thing
-_.. 'as quite new to them, but they were not
Such at a loss, for all that.
Well, there is no doubt as to what it is, I
say," said the Bear.
Oh, of course not," said the Wolf, and the Goat, and all
the beasts and birds, in one breath.
Of course," said the Bear. It is the rind of some kind
of fruit off a tree. The fruit of the cork, I should say.
This is cork, it is plain to see;" and he showed the sole
of the boot.
Oh just hear him! just hear him cried all the beasts
and birds.
"It's not that at all," said the Wolf, with a glance of
scorn at the Bear. Of course it is some kind of nest.
Look here is the hole for the bird to go in at, and here is








2 THE MAN'S BOOT.

the deep part for the eggs and young ones to be safe. No
doubt at all, of course not."
Oh oh cried the Bear, and the Goat, and all the birds
and beasts. Just hear what he says. It is not that at all."
"I should think not," said the Goat. It is quite a
plain case. Look at this long
Me root," and he showed the lace
., ". -, at 'the side of the boot. It
.. is the root of a plant, of course."
S 4 "l Not a bit of it," cried the
Sf Wolf and the Bear; not a
S' bit of it. A root! How can
you say so? It is not that,
\ve can all see."
If I might speak," said
a'n old Owl, who sat in a tree
near, I think I can tell you
xhat it is. I have been in a
land where there
are more of such
"." things than you
could count. It is a
man's boot."
'' "A what ? cried all
the beasts and birds.
"What is a man? and
what is a boot ?"
A man! said the Owl. Well, a Man is a thing with
two legs, that can walk, and eat, and talk like us, but he can
do much more than we can."
Pooh! pooh! cried they all.








THE MAN'S BOOT.


That can't be- true said the beasts. How.can a thing
with two legs. do, more than we can, who have four. It is
false, of course."
Of course it is,- if they have no wings," said the birds.
Well," went on .the Owl, they have no wings, and yet
it is true. And they can make.things
S ,. like this, and they :call them
boots, and put them on their
feet."
Oh oh! cried all the
beasts and birds at
once. How can you ?
For shame! Fie on
you That is not true,
of course. It can not
fsbe."
"A fine tale! said
the Bear.
"Can do more than
we can!" said the
Wolf.
"Wear things on
their feet!" said the
Goat.
Not true! not true!"
cried they all. On the face
pf it, your tale is not true. We
know that such things are not worn on the feet. How could
they be ?"
Of course they could not," said the Bear. It is
false."








THE MAN'S BOOT.


It must be false," cried all the birds and beasts. You
must leave the wood," they said to the Owl. "What you
say can not be true. You are not fit to live with us. You
have said what we know is false. It must be, of course."
And they chased the Owl out of the wood, and would not
let him come back.
It is true for all that," said the Owl. And so it was.


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" HEN shall you build your nest?" said a Thrush to
a Jay, one fine day in the spring.
Oh, by-and-bye, some time," said the Jay. "It is so
fine now. I must hop, and fly, and
sing, and have some fun, while I

One can sing while one
Sworks," said the Thrush.
SWhen shall you build
your nest ? asked the Jay.
"Mine? Oh! I have built
some of it. Look!" and
\ the Thrush, with a glad
: \ chirp, showed the
bush where she had
laid moss and twigs,
-- and twined them so
S:: as to make part of a
nest. "And now,
said she, I must be
off to get some hay or
i '.. wool, or some more moss
to go on with."
Oh, come and have a
bit of play," said the Jay. "Why don't you rest for a time? "








THE JAY AND THE THRUSH.


Oh! that will come by-and-bye," said the Thrush. And
she sang her song-


"When I've done
I'll have my fun;
In my nest
I'll take.my rest;-
That I know will, be the best."


"Well, well," said the Jay,


"if you like to slave all


the best part of your life, pray do."
"Of course," said the Thrush, "the best part of my life
is to work in !"
"Time for work by-and-bye," said the Jay.
"Time- for rest and play by-and-bye," said the Thrush.
And off she flew, as she sang her short gay song.
I don't like that song," said the Jay.
Day by day it was'the same. The Thrush had built her


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THE-JAY AND THE THRUSH.


nest, and laid five smooth, round eggs in it, and yet the Jay
had not brought .one stick. to make hers.: At' last, one day;
in great haste, she brought some twigs, and some coarse grass;
and laid them on a bough: in a low bush. But she did-not
place them well, and when she had worked an hour or two,
she left off, and went to see the Thrush, who sat on her nest
in a bush close by.
When will your nest be done ?" said the Thrush.
Oh, by-and-bye," said the Jay. "I must rest now.
Have you found time to rest yet?"
"Oh dear no!" said the Thrush. "Just look, I have
five dear little young ones here. How could I leave them, or
find time to play ? I fetch them food, or else sit here to keep
them warm all day and all night. They are such dear wee
things, and they do eat so much, the pets I must be off
now to get them some more food, I see! Time to rest by-
and-bye, when they have grown up, and can get their own
food." And off she flew.
The Jay's nest was not done, when one day she
saw the Thrush with five young ones, all round her on
the grass.
Have you built your nest?" cried the Thrush.
No," said the Jay. At least, it is not done yet, but I
have laid my eggs, and the rest of the nest I can build by-
and-bye, when they are hatched."
"That won't do," thought the Thrush. But she did not
say so.
That night came a great storm. It rocked the bush where
the Jay had laid her eggs on the loose twigs and grass.
They were not well twined, and there was no edge to keep
the eggs safe. The eggs slipped on one side, and one by one







8 THE JAY AND THE THRUSH.

they fell on the ground. When the Jay woke next day, all
her eggs were gone, and bits of shell lay strewed on the
ground round the bush.
And that was what came of the Jay's "by-and-bye."














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OW this is an odd tale, but if you do not
S | think it is at all true, why that is a good
-" thing.
A Hen trod on a Duck's foot. She did
not mean to do it, and it did not hurt much, but the Duck
would pay her out, she said. So she flew at the Hen, but as
she did so, her wing struck a Cock, who stood close by.
"I'll pay you out," cried
he, and he flew at the )uck.i -
But as he did so, his cla\\ tore
the fur of a Cat, who was just
then in the yard.

"I'll pay you
out," cried she,
and she flew at
the Cock. But as
she did so, her tail
went in the eye of a Sheep who was near.
I '11 pay you out," cried he, and he ran at the Cat. But
as he did so, his foot caught the foot of the Dog, who lay in
the sun.








I LL PAY YOU OUT.


I '11 pay you out," cried he, and he ran at the Sheep.
But as he did so, his leg struck an old
Cow, who stood by the gate.

S' "I '11 pay you out," cried she, and
she ran at the Dog. But as

the skin of a Horse, who
S" was by a tree.

--- I'll pay you out,"
..... cried he, and he ran
at the Cow.

There was: a run.! The Horse flew at the
Cow, and the Cow at the Dog, and the Dog
at the Sheep, and the Sheep at
the Cat, and the Cat at the
Cock, and the Cock at the
Duck, and the Duck
at the Hen.
What a noise
S"- t y m t h e y m a d e t o
be sure!
"What is
S- all this ?" said the
man, who took care
of t them. "I can not
^ ha\e this noise.',' So
he took a great stick.
"You may stay here," he said to the Hen. But he drove








I 'LL PAY YOU OUT.


the Cock to his roost, and the Duck to her pond, and the Cat
to her hearth, and the Sheep to his fold, and the Dog to his
house, and the Cow to her field, and the Horse to his stall.
I '11 pay you all out," said he.











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A DOG saw a Cat on the top of a high
wall. And he said, I wish I could
get up there. It must be so nice to sit up /
so high : but I
cannot climb."


And he was
cross, and .-
would not wag
his tail.
Then he
went on, and saw a Bird in
wish I could fly like that Bird.


the air. And he said, I
What fun it must be! and
I am so dull here."
And he felt still more
cross.
Then he came to
a pond, and saw a
Fish in it. And he
:-i said, "I wish I could
,/' live in a pond all the
day. Then I should
not be so hot as I am
now." And he would


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I WISH.


not look at the Fish, but shut his eyes, and lay down on the
grass.
Then he heard the Fish say, Oh, I wish I could lie down
on the fresh green grass, like that Dog! It does look so nice
and warm out there."







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The Dog sat up, and went back by the road he had come.
As he went he saw the Bird, and he heard it say, I wish
I could play all day long like that Dog, and have a house
made for me to live in. I have to make a nest, and my wings







14 I WISH.
are so tired'; yet I must .fly to anid fro, day; by day, till it is
done."
Then he saw the 'Cat on the wall, and- heard her say,
" There goes that spoilt 61d Dog home to get his plate of
meat! I wish I was as well off, and could get meat like him.
I have had no food all this long day. I wish I. was like that
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3 don'tt Care.

" SHALL go this way," said a young black Colt, who
was out on the moor. And he looked down the road.
No, no," said a Horse who was close by. You must
stop on the moor."
Why?" asked the Colt.
I can not tell," said the Horse, I have been told to
stay by an old Horse, and
so I shall."
"I don't care," said
the young Colt, and off he .
set down the road. '
By-and-bye he met an
old Mare, at an inn door.
" What are you- here for ? "
asked she.
"I have come out for ,
a bit of fun," said the Colt.
But you should not,"
said the Mare. You are
not fit to go out in the world. You have no shoes on."
"I don't care," said the Colt, and he kicked his heels
high up in the air to show that he did not mind what the old








I DON'T CARE.


Mare said. But the Mare was a Mare of few words, and she
said no more.
Then he went on down the road, as fast as he could tear.
He met a Mule with a pack on his back. The Mule
shook his head when he saw the Colt.


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You should not be here," he said. You have come
off the moor, I know. The town is close by."
I don't care," said the Colt. And he tore on.
Right on through the town he went. He had not been
in a town in all his life. And the noise, and the sight of all








I DON'T CARE.


the men, and carts, and things, made him feel quite mad.
He tore here, and he tore there, while men and boys ran to
catch him, and threw stones and sticks, and cried out at him,
all up and down the streets.
At last, in a great sheet of glass, he saw what he thought
was a young Colt, and he ran up to ask it what he should
do, and how he could get back to
the moor. Of course, it was not a "1
Colt, but his own self that he saw
in the glass. .
The glass cut him when he
dashed at it, and he fell down.
And then'he was caught.
"Why, that is my young Colt
off the moor!" said a man who just
then came up. These are his
tricks, are they ? He must have a great clog of wood tied to
his feet, then."
So he was led back to the moor, with his head cut, and
his feet all sore, and there he had to stump from spot to
spot with a great clog tied to his feet. He did not say, I
don't care then.












1Rot ly fault.

O NE day a Hare was on the top of a high hill. In mere
play, for he was gay and young, he kicked -a small
stone down the hill. Then he ran off, to leap and. bound
through the wood.
As the small stone fell, it hit a large stone, which moved
too, and rolled down as well. And this large stone, as it
went on, struck a rock, which
lay on the side of the hill. ,
The rock was not firm, and '
a small thing could move it. 1'.%V
The stone struck it just at .
the base, and the rock shook _
and moved, and at last fell
from its place. It fell in the ,
midst of a deep stream, which
ran through the fields, with
a bank on each side.
There the rock stood, in VV'
the midst of the stream. Day
by day, the mud and sticks, that came down with the stream,
were stopped by the rock, till they made quite a high bank.
At last the stream was dammed up, and could not get on. Its












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But the stream could not stay still. It rose and it rose,
till it reached the top of the dam. Then, with a great roar,
it burst on its way, and rushed on each side, all, down the
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There was a great flood. All the live things that were
in the vale were forced to flee for their lives. But it was no
use. They had not time, and they all lost their lives in the
flood.
That day the Hare was once more on the top of the hill.








NOT MY FAULT.


His eyes filled with tears when he saw the flood. Poor
things! poor things!" he said; "I can not bear the sight.
How sad this loss of life is! It breaks my heart to see it.
There is but one thing that seems good to me at this sad
time, and that is that I had to do with it in no way. I should
die of grief, if, through my fault, such pain and woe came on
the world !"


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tbat i's 112 place.

.N an old yew tree lived a Wren. She
r shad built her nest there for two years,
on the same bough. The third year,
s ..when she came to build her nest, she
saw a young Wren on what she called
Usher bough.
What are you here for ?" she said, for
she saw that the young Wren had some moss in
her beak, as if she meant to build her nest.
"I am here to build my nest," said the young Wren, in
a pert voice.
You must not, that is my place," said the old Wren.
It is not. It is mine," cried the young one. "' I was
here first this spring. You are but just come, and see what
I have done," and she showed some moss twined in the twigs
of the bough.
I don't care. It is my place," said the old Wren. I








THAT IS MY PLACE.


had this tree first. I have had it two years, and now, when
I come back, I find you here."
First come, first served," said the young Wren.
That is what I say," cried the old Wren, in a great
rage.
And that is what I say," said the young one. So it
is all right."
The old Wren gave the young one a peck, and tried to
tear the moss off the twigs. The young one flew at her, and
they had a great fight. Each cried
out, "It is my place." No, it is
i / mine." I was here first." No, I
was.
S "What is all this?" said an old
SCat, who lay near in the sun. "What
a noise! I must go and see." So she
went, and she heard what the two birds said.
They were in far too much of a rage to see her. But all
at once they heard a great fierce voice close to them, which
said, "You can not both have the place." And she caught
them, each in one of her front paws. It is not yours," she
said to the old Wren. You were too late this year. You
are a cross bird, and you fight. I can not let you live."
And she ate her up.
And it is not yours," she said to the young one. "The









THAT IS MY PLACE.


old Wren had it last year, you know. You have not been at
all fair. I can not let you live."
So she ate her up too.
Then the Cat went down the tree, and lay in the sun.
There is an end of that," said she.


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Wlhat ie that to Vou?


O NCE there was a Mule, who lived in a large field. In
the next field lived a Horse, and a Cow, and a young
Calf.
The Mule was a cross, bad Mule, and the Cow had told
the Calf not to talk to him. But the Calf would ,
go, day by day, to the side of the hedge, and talk to
him all the same. -
Now in the Mule's field there was a
pump.
One day the Calf came to
the side of the hedge, and said '.
to the Mule, "What is the
name of that great thing in
your field ?"
Now, to tell the truth, the
Mule did not know, but he
did not like to say so. So he said in a loud fierce voice,
" What -is that to you ? The Calf was young, and did not
know much yet. She thought that What is that to you ? "
was the name of the pump.








WHAT IS THAT TO YOU ?


It is a long grand name," she thought.
The Horse and the Cow do not know that, I am sure.
I will show off to them how wise I am."
So she said What-is-that-to-you nine or ten times, till
she could say it quite fast and well, all in one word, and then
she went up to the Horse and said, with her head high in the
air,


Do you know the name of that thing in the Mule's
field ?"
No," said the Horse. I should like to know." He
was not proud and vain, like the Calf. Do you know ?" he
asked.
"Yes," said the Calf, with her head still high in the air.
"Oh yes! I know quite well."
What is it, then ?" said the horse.








WHAT IS THAT TO YOU ? 27

"What-is-that-to-you said the Calf, with a grand air.
Take that, you rude thing! said the Horse, and he
gave her such a kick that she fell down, and was much hurt.
The rest of the day she did not hold her head high at all.
"It was all the fault of the Mule," she said.













3 won't be put on.


T WON'T be put on," said a young Horse,
who had just been brought off the moor,
where he had run wild all his life.
S"Who wants to put on you ?"- asked
an old Mare.
Why, those men. They have put
shoes on my feet!
A good thing, too," said the Mare.
"A good thing! Shoes on me! A free horse of the
moor! as if I would wear these things !" And in a rage he
kicked his feet on the stones, till at \
last he got off first one shoe, and .
then one more. There! he
said. I wear shoes! No,
not I!"
Just then the -
Groom came in. He
took the young Horse
and the Mare, and put
them both in a brake,
that he might teach .
the young Horse how
to go.
The Horse reared when he felt the bit and the curb, but
it was of no use.

















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"When he cracks the whip," said the old
means that we must go fast."
Oh, he does, does he ?" said the Horse.


Mare, "he

"Then he


may crack for me!
him! "


I won't be put on in


that way, I can tell


And when the Groom cracked his whip, the Horse would
not go on, but stood quite still.
This won't do," said the Groom, and he lashed the


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I WON'T BE PUT ON.


Horse so hard that he soon did go on.. He did not play
that trick twice.
"Oh! my fore feet hurt me so," said the Horse, at last.
"The stones cut them, and the hard road makes them quite
sore. Are yours sore ?"
No," said the Mare. "I have shoes on, you know."
The Horse said no more, but he was glad to get home.
The Groom put him in a stall, and put a thick cloth on him.
"What's that for?" said the Horse. "Just like that
Man! When I am so hot that I do not know what to do,
he puts this great thick thing on me. I won't be
put on in that way."
And he kicked till the
cloth fell off.
But soon he felt
cold. He got a chill,
and all through the night mt
he felt ill, and could not .h te
sleep for cold and pain.
His feet were sore, and -
his sides were stiff.
"I wish I had that
cloth on," he said. "I wish I had not kicked my shoes off.
I wish I had gone on when the man cracked the whip. If
he will but get me some more shoes, and let me have the
cloth on, I will not say next time, 'I won't be put on.'"











ibe bib it first.

T HERE were once two Sheep who lived in a field. One
was black, and one was white. In the same field lived
a Horse and a Cow.
Now the black Sheep was not at all good. But where he


chose to go the white Sheep would go, and what he did the
white Sheep would do. So they both did what they ought








HE DID IT FIRST.


not. And when the white Sheep was asked why he did what
he ought not, he would say, The black Sheep did it first! "
One day a Boy went through the field, and did not shut
the gate. The black Sheep saw it, and ran out of the field
with great glee. The white Sheep saw it too, and they both
went some way.
But soon they met a large Dog, who knew that they
ought not to be out in the road. He ran at them, and bit





















it first."
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them, and tore some wool off their backs. They were glad to
run back, and the white Sheep was quite ill with fright all
the rest of the day.
But why did you go ?" said the old Cow.
The black Sheep went," said the white one. He did
it first."
Well, the gate was shut, but one day the black Sheep
found a way out of the field through a hole in the hedge. He
crept through the gap, and of course the white Sheep crept








HE DID IT FIRST.


through it as well. They got out on the moor, and went a
long way. They thought it fine fun to be out there, with no
one in sight.
Soon the black Sheep, who was first, came to the edge
of a deep pit. He gave a great jump, and leaped in.
The white Sheep did not stop to think. He gave a great
jump, and leaped in too. Down, down, down he fell, on to a
heap of great stones. Both he and the black Sheep were
much hurt. They could not get out -r
and were forced to lie there in
great pain.
By-and-bye some Men |
came by, and saw the Sheep
in the pit. The Men got
them out, and took them
back to the field, and sent
for some one to see what could .
be done for them.
The Horse and the Cow, in great grief, came and stood
by the side of the white Sheep as he lay on the grass. They
were fond of him, in spite of all his faults.
Oh! why," cried the Cow, with tears in her eyes (and
the bell that was hung round her neck shook and rang as she
leant over him)-" Why did you leave the field with the black
Sheep ?"
He did it first," said the white one, in a faint voice.








34 HE DID IT tIRST.
"Then why did you jump down that steep place? Could
you not see that it was a pit ?"
I did not stop to see. He did it first," said the white
Sheep. Then, with a groan, he went on to ask, How is the
black Sheep ? Is he here too? "And what does the Man
think who comes to see us ?"
I grieve to say," said the Cow, that he thought you
were both far too much hurt to live. The poor black Sheep,
who lies close by, has just died, and I fear that you must die
too."
He did it first," said the white Sheep. And with
those words he died.















3 want to see the Worlb.


'^-^ HERE was once a young Pig, who
SK wished to see the world. He lived in
a sty with an old Sow, and he used to
.talk to her of his great plans, and of
what he would do by-and-bye when
he went out in the world. He had been born in the sty, and
the door was too high for him to see the yard.
One day the farm boy did not shut the door of the sty.
"Ho! Ho! now is my time!" cried the Pig. Now
I'm off! It is no good for you to come, you poor old thing,"
he said to the Sow. You will be in my way, and in your
own as well, for I know you do not care to see the world. I
will come back and let you have a look at me when I am a
great Pig."
Take care, take care," said the old Sow. "It may be
well to go out in the world, if you must, but it is best to stop
at home if you can."
Poor old thing! was all the young Pig said, and
he turned up his snout as he said it.
He went through the door, out in the yard. It was a




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I WANT TO SEE THE WORLD.


square yard, with a high wall all round it, and a high door in
one side of the wall.
So this is the world," said he. What a large place
it is Dear me I must take care, or I shall be lost. I
must keep close by the edge of the world, so that I may not
lose my way."
So he walked on by the side of the wall, and soon saw
a flock of Geese. They put out their
heads and made a great noise as he
went by. The young Pig did not
like this, and he \x-ent on .
as fast as he could. But as
soon as he had
passed, he felt
quite proud that
he had seen such .- .. -
strange things. ".
Next he saw
two Ducks in
a pond, who
cried, "Quack IZ A
quack!" when 4
they saw him. /, .
"What does
that mean?" thought the Pig. But he could not find out.
"How much I shall have to tell when I get home!" he thought.







I WANT TO SEE THE WORLD.


By this time he had got to the high door.
"This must be the end of the world," said he, for he
could not see through.
He went on, still by the
side of the wall, and met a .. --
large Cow, and when he saw i.
her great horns, he thought he
had best get out of her way
as fast as he could. So he
made haste, and soon found 7*v
that he was back at the door
of his own sty.
So here you are said ...
the old Sow.
Here I am cried the
Pig. IF
"And what have you .
seen ?"
Oh! such things! I have been all round the world.
I find that it is square, and has a wall all round it, lest
pigs should fall off. In fact, it is like a big sty.
Well, to be sure! said the old Sow.
And the end of the world," went on the young Pig,
is made of wood, and has two high posts, one on each side,
to mark the place. The first thing that I saw in the world
was a herd of such queer pigs. They had but two legs each,








I WANT TO SEE THE WORLD.


and they were quite white. Then I saw two pigs that could
swim. There are but two in the world. Think of that! And
they said, 'Quack, quack.' "
What does that mean ? asked the old Sow.
Oh! it is what they say in the world," said the young
Pig, with a grand air. It is no good to tell you what it
means, for you have not been there, you know. Then I saw
a huge red pig with two horns. There is but one pig of
this sort in the whole world "
Well, to be sure said the old Sow.
"I should have made friends with him," went on the
young Pig, "but he did not look my way. And then, as I
had gone all round the world, I came home. Ah The
world is a fine place, you poor old thing I! and he turned up
his snout once more.
I know all that is to be known now," said he. The
farm boy may shut the door when he likes. I am a great pig
now. I know the world !"
Well, to be sure! said the old Sow.












3 Don't know.


A YOUNG Rat once lived who would not take the pains
to make up his mind. When the old Rats asked
him if he would like to come out with them at night, he
would say, I don't know; and if they said, Would you
like to stay in ? he, still used the same words, I don't
know." He would not take the pains to make a choice,
or to find out which he would like.
An old grey Rat said to u't
him one day-
No one will care for .
you, if you go on like
this. You have no
more mind than a
blade of grass. It
is good to give up
your own way, but
it is not good to
have no way at all."
The young Rat
sat up, and looked .
wise, but said not
a word.








I DON'T KNOW.


Don't you think so ? said the old grey Rat; and he gave
a stamp with his hind feet, for he could not bear to see the
young one so cool.
I don't know," was all the young Rat said, and then he
walked off with slow steps, to think for an hour if he should
stay at home in the hole, or go out in the loft.
One day there was a great noise in the loft. It was old,
and the rain had soaked through some of the beams, so that
the place was not safe to live in. On this day one of the
joists gave way, and a beam -fell with one end on the floor.
The walls shook, and the hair of all the Rats stood on end
with fright.
This will not do," said the old Rats, and they shook
their heads as they spoke. "We must leave this
place."
So they sent out scouts to look for a new home, and
in the night the scouts came back, and said they had
found an old barn, where there would be room and food
for all.
"Then it is best to go at once," said the old Rat, who
was the chief. Form in line."
The Rats came forth from their holes, and stood on the
floor in a long line.
Are all here ?" and the old grey Rat looked round. "You
all choose to go?" asked he. "Make up your minds at
once.








I DON'T KNOW.


"Yes, yes," said all in the line.
Just then the chief caught sight of young Grip (that
was the young Rat's name). He was not in the line,
nor was he out:
he stood just
by it. 4.
"You did not
speak, Grip,"
he said; "of K
course you will
come ?
"I don't know,
said Grip. f
"Don't know! Why, you do not think
it safe, do you?"
I don't know," said Grip. "The roof may not come
down yet."
"Well, stay then," said the old Rat, and serve you right
if you are killed."
I don't know that I will stay," said Grip. "The roof
might come down soon."
Well, we cannot wait for you to make up your mind.
Come or stay, as you like. Right face, Rats March! "
And the long line marched out of the loft. Down the
steps they went, one by one, and the young Rat
looked on.








42 I DON'T KNOW.
I think I will go," he said; but yet-I don't know. It
is nice and snug here."

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The tail of the last Rat was lost to sight as he spoke. He








I DON'T KNOW. 43

went near the steps, and looked down. I will go back to
my hole for a short time, just to make up my mind,"
said he.
That night there was a great crash. Down came beams,
joists, tiles, and the whole roof.
The next day some men came to look at the loft. They
thought it odd to see no Rats, but at last, as one man moved
a great tile, he saw a young Rat,' quite dead, half in and
half out of his hole.














N OW you must not go in there? said an old Dog to
a young Pup, who stood on the white steps of a large
house. Yoti must stay out now."
"Why? asked the young Pup. For it was a trick (and


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a bad trick) of his to say "Why? when he was told to do,
or not to do, a thing.
Why? said the old Dog. "I can not say why. Old as
I am, I do not know why. But I do know that if you go in,
when it is a wet day like this, the Maid will drive you out."
But why?" went on the Pup. It is not fair. There is
no sense in it. I have been in the house some days, and no
one turned me out, so why should they now? "
Those were fine days," said the old Dog.
"Well, it is the wet days that I most want to be in,"
said the Pup. And I don't see why I should stay out. So
here I go."
And so he did.
But he soon found that though no one stopped to tell him
"why" he must not come in, it wias quite-
true that he might not. -.
The first who saw him was
the Cook, who had a broom -
in her hand. -10
"That vile Pup she "
cried. Look at his feet" j
"What is wrong with my ,
feet?" barked the Pup.
But she did not wait to tell him. She struck him with
the broom, and he fled with a howl up the stairs.
Oh, that Pup! cried the Maid, as she saw the marks








WHY?


of his feet. He ought not to come in the house at all, if
he will not keep out on wet days."
But why?" yelped the Pup, as the Maid threw a hearth
brush at his head.
Still no one told him why. But a man just then came up
stairs.
Why, what a mess! he said. "Oh, I see. It is that
Pup. I thought he knew he must not come in."
So I did, but I did not know why," growled the Pup, as
with sore back and lame foot, he crept under a chair.
Come out, come out," cried the Man. "I will not have
you in the house at all. Out with you! And
he seized him with a strong hand, and chained ---
him up in a stall.
"You might have stopped out, and played
on the grass, if you had stayed there," he f:.
said. "But as you will come in the
house when you ought not, you -
must be kept where you can not
do so."
And so the young Pup had to stay
in the dull stall. And when at last he
was let out, he did not ask Why ?"
if he was told to do, or not to do, a .
thing, but did as he ought at once, -
like a wise dog.













Lou MDaren't.


." _"-'OU can't jump that," said a Goat to a
Sheep.
They were on a cliff near the sea.
-^', In the cliff there was a deep, deep
( ''' cleft or crack, which went down to
the sea. It was not broad, but it
was too wide for a Goat or a Sheep to
cross. At high tide the waves of the sea
foamed and raged in this cleft, and it was high tide now.
The Goat and the Sheep
Stood on one side of the

-' The Sheep looked, but
said not a word. She knew
St'lit was too much of a jump
,. for her, but she was too vain
S,1 0.

You aren'tt" said the Goat.
The Sheep did not like this. She
.'.. ~ ~would not say it was true that she dared
not. and she did not know what else to say.
At last she thought of a way out.








YOU DAREN T.


You aren't! said she.
Now it was the Goat's turn to look vexed.
You just say that to get out of it!" he cried. You
aren't, you know."









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You aren't you know," said the Sheep.
I do dare, then! cried the Goat.
So do I," said the Sheep. How dare you say I don't
dare ? "








YOU DAREN'T.


You don't! cried the Goat.
You don't! cried the Sheep.
I do! I do I cried both at the same time.
And at the same time both, as if with one voice, cried,
" Prove it! "
There was a pause. Both went back a few steps, ran to
the edge of the cleft, and leapt with all their might.
It was too wide. The Sheep fell in the midst of the
cleft. The Goat just touched the edge of the side with his
foot, but could not gain sure hold, and he fell too.
When the tide turned, a dead Goat and a dead Sheep
were swept out to sea.


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3 am as Goob as 1LQou.


O NCE there was a Cat, whose name was Smut. But she
chose to say it was Grim, for she thought that was a
grand name. She liked to be thought much of, and to say
to all she met, I am as good as you."
One day she set out to see what could be seen in the world.
First she came to a sty, in which was a great, fat pig. She
leapt up on the wall, and said, Good day, Pig."
Who are you ? said the Pig.
"I? I am as good as you, I hope," cried
the Cat.
"No doubt," said the Pig, for .' P U he was not
proud. And he was glad to find
some one who would talk to him.
The Cat was well pleased.
"This Pig is a .wise Pig," ,.
thought she. "He knows
what is what, I can see." So i
she sat on the wall, and told '.

Then she went on, and met a
Dog in the yard.








I AM AS GOOD AS YOU.


What do you want here ? said he in a gruff voice.
"You are here," cried the Cat. "And I am as good as
you, I hope."
Humph said the Dog.
"He is not half as nice as the Pig," thought the Cat. And
she said, I can not stay. It will be dark soon, and I must
find a house to sleep in. Good day, Dog."
Humph !" said the Dog.






















She went on some way, and came to what she thought
was a house. She went in, and saw a Horse in a stall.
was a house. She went in, and saw a Horse in a stall.








I AM AS GOOD AS YOU.


He was blind, but he heard her come in, and he said, Who
is there ?"
It is I," said the Cat, in as loud a voice as she could.
"What an odd voice," thought the Horse. And he said,
" But who are you?"
I am as good as you," said the Cat.
"Are you a Horse? "
"Well, I am not quite a Horse," said the Cat. But I am
as good as one."
What is your name," said the Horse.
My name is the great Grim."
And how tall are you ? For I can not see, you know."
My head is as high as the top of the door," said the Cat.
And, in fact, so it was, for she had got up on to the top of the
door, where there was a nice broad ledge for her to sit on.
How grand you must be! said the Horse. "Will you
share my stall, if you have no place to sleep in ? "
"Thank you," said the Cat, "you are most kind. If you
will take care to leave room for me, I will come when it gets
dark. But mind you leave room for me."
I will," said the Horse, and he went quite on one side of
the stall.
In the night the Cat came, and lay down on the straw.
There she went to sleep. The Horse had not gone to sleep,
but he did not hear her come in.
"Why does not the great Grim come?" thought he. "I








I AM AS GOOD AS YOU.


will let him have this side of the stall, I think. It is not so
cold as the side near the door."
So he went to the side by the door. As he did so, he trod
on the Cat's tail.
Mew! cried she.
"Why, what can that be?" said he. You must move
out of the way, if you please." But as he spoke, he put his
hoof on the Cat's head. There was one loud "Mew!"
Then all was still.
Next day the Horse heard the Groom come to the door,
and say to a Boy, who was with him, Why! there is a dead
Cat in the stall !"
Poor thing! thought the Horse. But where can the
great Grim be? "












tbat's IRougbt to tMe.


DOG once set out to go through the
world and see all that was to be seen.
He had been spoilt in his young days,
and his heart was hard, so he did not
'":. Care for the pains or the joys of those
,5> that he saw, as long as he was safe
and pleased. In this way he lost half the joys that he might
have had, and was of none of the use that he might have been,
but he did not know that, or, if he did know, he did not care.
One day as he went through a field he heard a sad cry,
and when he looked round he saw a Sheep in a stream.
"Help me! oh, help me!" she cried; "I shall be
drowned."
The Dog could have pulled her out, for he was a strong
Dog, and could swim well; but he said in a calm voice, That
is nought to me," and went on.
The Sheep was not drowned, for the stream took her
down to a place where the bank was low, and she could get
out; but she owed the Dog no thanks for that.
He went on, till he thought- he must find some food, and
just then he caught sight of a Cat, in the yard of a house








THAT'S NOUGHT TO ME.


near by. The Cat had a pan of milk, which she seemed to
like, for she purred as she lapped at it.
"Hi there!" cried the Dog, "give me some of your
milk."
The Cat arched her back, and growled, but said not a
word. She thought the Dog would not come in; but he did,
and drove her from. the pan with a snarl which showed his
great teeth.
Oh, do not take it all, pray! cried the Cat. "It is all
I shall have; I do not have milk more than once in a day."
I don't care. That is nought to me," said the Dog;
and he drank it all up, and went on, well pleased.
Day after day he was the same. He would not help a
poor Cow that had got shut out of her
field, though he knew of a ga
in the hedge by which ..- .
she could have got
back. He would not
take the pains to
point out the way to
the old oak in the
wood, when a young "
Bird, who had strayed
too far from its nest, asked him. To each and all he said,
" It is nought to me."
At last he came to a great wood. He was tired, and not







THAT'S NOUGHT TO ME.


quite well too, for he had found a large piece of meat, all of
which he ate at one meal. So he thought he must rest for
a time, though he had heard it was not a safe place to sleep in,
for there were said to be wolves there.
And soon he went to sleep.
In his sleep he dreamed that, all at once, a great Wolf
.. came out of the wood and
/ ..": 4 seized hold of him.
Save me! save me!"
,i hc cried.
Why should
.'I atsave you ?"
S said the Wolf,


At ., gleam in his eye.
*=: : /'"" "-" "Is there one
who would say
a good word for you ?"
At this speech the Sheep, who had asked the Dog to
help her, came out of the wood.
"I have a word to say," she said, in a grave voice, "but it
is not a good word. This Dog would not help me. It is
nought to me' if you kill him."
Oh! groaned the poor Dog. "Is there none who will
say a kind word."
Then came the Cat. "I do not care if you kill him," she








THAT'S NOUGHT TO ME.


said to the Wolf. "' It is nought to me.' He did not care
for my grief."
The Cow came next. Do as you like," she said. He
is no good. It is nought to me' what is done with such
as he."
And then came a whole crowd of Beasts and Birds, and
they stood round and cried, with one voice, Do as you will
with him. It is nought to us.' "
The Dog's fear in his dream was so great that he woke.
How great was his joy to find that no Wolf was near !
"But it might have been true!" he thought. "I will
mend my ways. I will not go through the world as I have
done; and I will not say of those who live in the same world
with me that their joy, or grief, or pain, is Nought to me!'"



ji











Alrore, Ltotc.


J ICK and Jock were two young Rooks, who lived at the
top of a tall tree in a copse. They were quite young,
and could not get their own food yet, but though they were
the same age, they were not the same in some things.
When the old birds brought food to the nest, Jick would
not wait for his fair turn. He called out More, more "
when he had just had some, and as he was a fine young bird,
and Jock was not, Jick was the pet of the old Rooks, and so
got more than was good for him, while poor Jock got less.
All the fat worms,-and slugs, fell to Jick's share, so day by
day he grew more fat, and called out still, More, more."
Jock soon found that he
I' should not be well off till he
could get his own food. So
S. he tried to hop and fly soon,
and went through all the drill
that old Rooks teach their
young ones, and most of the
Rooks in the copse said he got on well, and were grieved to
see him so lean and thin. But Jick, who had all done for
him, did not care to find food, or to fly. He grew so fat that
he lay all day in the nest, and blinked his eyes.







MORE, MORE. 59
"You spoil that child said all the wise Rooks to those
who brought Jick food. He will be the worse for it, you
will see."
0 no the pet I they said. "When he asks in that


I u


..'
.,*i,^' .


sweet way for More, more!'
So things went on, and
their own food but Jick.


we must give it him."
all the young Rooks could get








MORE, MORE.


One day the old ones brought him a large worm.
That will make you a good meal," they said, and be
quick, for we hear some boys are near, with their guns, and
we want to be off."
Jick was quick, but as soon as the worm was gone, he
gaped with his great beak, and cried, More, more."
One might have done for you," said the old ones,
"but what must be, must." And off they flew to find more
food.
Once, twice, thrice, did they bring him one more"
worm, and then Jick, too fat and sick to eat more, shut his
eyes, and went to sleep.
Bang bang! went a gun. Two shots were fired, and
the two old birds fell dead. But Jick did not know. Jock
knew, and he, the one for whom they did not care, was the one
who mourned when they fell.
Wake! wake! he cried to Jick. But Jick did not
wake.
Wake cried Jock once more. Here is a boy at the
foot of the tree. He will climb up. Wake, and fly."
But Jick still did not wake.
The boy did climb, and Jock, when he drew near, gave
Jick a great peck to wake him up, and then flew to a bough
near by.
"There is one on that bough," cried the boy to a man
who had the gun. Don't shoot him, though, he is too lean."








MORE, MORE.


"Could not shoot him if he was not," said the man, he
is out of reach." For Jock, when he heard the boy speak,
had spread his wings, and flown off with ease.
"Why do you go on?" cried the man to the boy. It is
too late in the year to find young Rooks in the nest."
"Is it, though?" asked the boy. "Here is a fat one.
Why, he can't fly, I do think."
Jick woke now. He stood on his feet, and tried to fly,
but he could not. He was so fat and dull, and blinked so
with his eyes, that the boy laughed.
You might as well have hopped into my hand as have
sat here," he said.
Save me, save me," the Rook tried to say, but the words
that came were, More, more." The boy did not know what
they meant, though.
So the two old ones and Jick were baked in the same pie.


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3t is too 1barb.


" "X OU must learn to fly," said a white Dove to her two
young ones, as they sat in the nest.
I'll try," said Pluff, who was a good Dove.
Oh, I can't, it is too hard," said Duff.
Now, do as I do," said the old Dove. I will take care
of you. Hop
on this bough.
S Spread your
wings like me,
S\ and fly to this
'- branch quite
(wgl I -F .'.. near."
Pluff tried.
His heartbeat,
t -'-.- ,, ....... and his head
swam, when
.....1,, < ^ '. .t in he found him-
self first in the air, but he
Storied to do just as he was told,
'". '\. "- stand in a short time (which seemed
to him though, a long time), he
found that he was safe on the branch.
But .Duff \\as not there. ,He still
sat in the nest.
"Come, Duff," cried the old Dove.








IT IS TOO HARD. 63

" You must come. If you do not learn to fly, you will die.
You will starve, for I shall not feed you when you get big.
And if a storm comes, and blows down the nest, you will be
killed if you can not fly."
"Oh, I can not," said Duff; it is too hard."
Why, Pluff has done it, and what Pluff has done, you can
do. Come, hop on this bough. I will have it done."
So Duff hopped on the bough. But he would not spread
his wings. He would not trust to what he was told. He
slunk back to the nest, and there he stayed.
Day by day it was the same. And when Pluff could fly
quite well, Duff could not fly at all. He had not once tried.
One night a storm came. The tree in which the nest was
rocked to and fro. The nest was old, and at last it gave way.
The old Dove and Pluff flew out as it fell, and were not hurt,
but Duff, what of him ?
They cried to him to spread his wings; but he could not fly.
It is too hard," he moaned as he fell on the hard ground.
And so it was. He was killed by the fall.












Whby Rot?

T HERE was once a young Sprat, who lived in the sea.
One day, as he swam by the shore, he saw a small
stream, which ran down to the sea through the sand.
I think I shall go up there when the tide is high,"
said he.
Up where?" asked a Sole, who heard him.
"Up that
stream, to be sure! "
Do you see how "
nice it looks? No /. o' t
rough waves or .. *.
great rocks to bruise my
smooth sides, and rub myi *
bright scales. Yes! I shall go
up there at high tide." '
"Pray don't think of such .
a thing! said the Sole with --
a grave face. "The .' ..
stream is not meant foi 4,
you; your place is
in the sea, and in .'
the sea you should -
stay.".-
"But I don't -
want to stay," said .- '. .. ".
the young Fish,
with a cross flap








WHY NOT?


of his tail; there are fish in the stream, I know, and why
should not I be there ?"
"The stream is fresh," said the Sole, and the sea is salt.
If you tried to live in the stream you would die. Some sorts
of fish are meant for the sea, and some for the stream. You
are meant to live in the sea, and it is no good for you to fret."
I shall fret! I will fret! said the Sprat; that is, if I
do not go. But I will go-so there! "
Take your own way, then."
And as to what you say of the kinds of fish," cried the
young Fish, I know that the same sorts do live in the sea
and in the streams, or ponds, which are the same, of course.
Crabs, and Shrimps, and Flat Fish live in both, I know; and
why not I ?"
Why not ? I am sick of your Why not's' said the
Sole. The same Crab or Shrimp could not live in the sea
and in the stream. They are not the same sort."
Well, then said the young Fish, I know there is
one sort that does live both in the sea and in the streams-I
have seen some. They go up the streams, and stay there, and
t. then come back. I know it. And they get
'. ",s- ftit ind bicr and snlabsh and dasch


" don't se


about in the streams, and
have such fun."
THEY do! yes! But you
are not one of them. You
. can not do what they do."
S" And the Sole looked with a
- smile on the small Sprat by
his side.
e whv not." said the Sprat. "You can


Jt


7








WHY NOT?


stay here, old Stick-in-the-sand! but I shall not." And he
swam off.
He went to a shoal of Sprats and told them what was
in his mind. They all joined fins, and said they would do
what no Sprat yet had done. If some fish can do it, why
not all ? said our young friend.
And all said, "Why not ? "
One Sprat, who thought he was a great wit, made a
verse, which they all sang as they set forth for the stream.
It ran thus-
If some fish can, why not all ?
If the great, why not the small ?"
But the old Sole, who met them on their way, said they
ought to add this third line-
Pride, they say, must have a fall,"
which they did not like to hear.
By help of the high tide, they got some way up the stream.
They were in high glee, and laughed, and flapped their tails.
This is grand! they cried. We shall soon grow big
and fat, and splash, and dash, and leap in the fresh stream."
But soon the tide began to slack. They got to a small
hole in the stream, and lay there.
The salt tide passed back do\\n .
the stream.
"Ugh! how ..-.
vile this stream
tastes!" said one.
" Is this what they ,
call fresh ?"
"Ah! I feel
sick so sick! "








WHY NOT?


cried our friend. I shall die. I can not live in this. It is
not like the sea. Let us go back."
Let us go back !" they all cried. But when they tried,
they found they had got so far up the stream, and were in so
deep a hole, that it was hard work to get back.
Oh! the sea! the dear old sea! they said. "Shall we
get back there? We feel as if we should die in this stream.
It makes us so weak and ill."
It did make them ill. They gasped, and their bright
skins looked dull and pale. Their fins seemed to have no
strength, and some of the poor Sprats gave up at last, turned
on their sides, and died in the stream. Some got back, and
they reached the sea with great pains, but they did not look
like the same which had set out a few hours since. The old
fish were kind to them, and did not laugh or scorn them.
They could see at a glance what the poor things had gone
through, but they used for a long time to tell the tale of
the Sprats to any young fish who was heard to say "Why
not ? "















" DON'T see why we
should-make our cells
the same way as they have
been made till now," said a \
young Queen Bee to the
crowd round her. "Those
Old Folks will have them
with six sides. And why,
pray? Let us try a new
plan. We will have them
round."
Yes, yes," cried the bees
with one voice, for they had
just been put into a new hive,
and could do as they liked.
" Those old folks We will
see what we can do."
So they tried round cells,
but soon found it was a
great waste of
room and of a iP
wax to make


-.


Zboee 0b ifolhs.








THOSE OLD FOLKS.


them, Then
they tried
square, but
Found the
walls would
-.t t not bear the
i weight when
ad they were full.
sorn for ,tThen they
tried two or
.I .' ..three shapes
at the same
t i me, and
A made them fit
as they could,






but that gave them much
more work, and was no use.
Time went on all the same,
and their heads were so full
of their own plans, and of
scorn for those old folks," -_ !K
and they tried such odd









THOSE OLD FOLKS.


ways, that at last no one knew what the old shape had
been.


Let us try cells with six sides," said a young Bee one
day, when they had tried all the ways they could.









THOSE OLD FOLKS.


Six sides! ah, yes said the Queen, What a bright
thought."
So they pulled down the old cells, and built them up with
six sides. They were just right !
There,' cried they all with great joy, see what we have
found out! This is the best way that could be! If those
old folks' could but see us now, and our new plans "
And those Bees still jeer at those old folks! "

















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