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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Advertising
 The brownies in Canada
 The brownies cross the Atlanti...
 The brownies in Ireland
 The brownies in Scotland
 The brownies in England
 The brownies in France
 The brownies in Spain
 The brownies in Italy
 The brownies in Turkey
 The brownies in Egypt
 The brownies in Arabia
 The brownies in Germany
 The brownies in Switzerland
 The brownies in Holland
 The brownies in Russia
 The brownies in China
 The brownies in Japan
 The brownies in polar regions
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Title: The brownies around the world
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Title: The brownies around the world
Physical Description: xi, 1, 144 p. : ill. ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Cox, Palmer, 1840-1924
Cox, Palmer, 1840-1924 ( Illustrator )
Century Company ( Publisher )
De Vinne Press ( Publisher )
Publisher: Century Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: De Vinne Press
Publication Date: c1894
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Subject: Elves -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Voyages around the world -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
National characteristics -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Picture books for children   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcshac )
Juvenile poetry -- Canada   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Ireland   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Scotland   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- England   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- France   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Spain   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Italy   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Turkey   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Egypt   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Germany   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Switzerland   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Netherlands   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Russia   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- China   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Japan   ( lcsh )
Juvenile poetry -- Arctic regions   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1894
Genre: poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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Statement of Responsibility: by Palmer Cox.
General Note: "Our fourth book"--cover.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Front Matter
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    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    Advertising
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    The brownies in Canada
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    The brownies cross the Atlantic
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    The brownies in Ireland
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    The brownies in Scotland
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    The brownies in England
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    The brownies in France
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    The brownies in Italy
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    The brownies in Switzerland
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    The brownies in Russia
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    The brownies in China
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    The brownies in Japan
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    The brownies in polar regions
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THE BROWNIES
AROUND THE WORLD



BY


PALMER


PUBLISHED
THE CENTURY
NEW YORK


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Copyright, 1892, 1893, by THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY;
Copyright, r894, by THE CENTURY Co.
































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froonies"
Like fairies and goblins,
are imaginary little sprites,
who are supposed to delight
in harmless pranks and
helpful deeds. They work
and sport while weary
households sleep, .and never
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CONTENTS.


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BROWNIES IN CANADA





BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC


BROWNIES IN IRELAND


BROWNIES IN SCOTI;AND





BROWNIES IN ENGLAND


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BROWNIES IN FRANCE


BROWNIES IN SPAIN


BROWNIES IN ITALY


BROWNIES IN TURKEY


BROWNIES IN EGYPT


BROWNIES IN ARABIA


BROWNIES IN GERMANY


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BROWNIES IN SWITZERLAND





BROWNIES IN HOLLAND


BROWNIES IN RUSSIA


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BROWNIES IN CHINA
BROWNIES IN CIN A.


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BROWNIES IN JAPAN


BROWNIES IN THE POLAR REGIONS


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OTHER BOOKS BY PALMER COX:
PUBLISHED BY THE CENTURY CO.


I THE BROWNIES:
THEIR BOOK
SQuarto, 150 pages. Price, in boards, $1.50.


ANOTHER
BROWNIE BOOK
Quarto, 150 pages. Price, in boards, $1.50.


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THE, BROWNIES
AT HOME
Quarto, 150 pages. Price, in boards, V1.50.























THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.

FIRST STAGE.

HEN signs that mark the closing year
Began to hint of winter near,
In leafless trees, in ice-rimmed pond,
And on the mountain peaks beyond,
The Brownies gathered, one and all,
In answer to a general call.
All representatives of note
From countries near and lands remote,
Assembled fast at close of day,
To lay their plans and have their say.
No less a scheme they had in mind
Than now, before their powers declined,
While still they had the strength to run,
The hearts to dare, and taste for fun,
To visit all the nations wide,
Around the world on every side.


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THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


Said one: "My comrades tried and true,
No picnic trip we have in view,
For many a hardship must be met,
And many a foot in danger set
Ere we can reach the native land
Of every member in the band;
Strange accidents will cross our way
Of which we little dream to-day;
Strange modes of travel must be found
Ere we can circle earth around.
With fortitude yourselves equip
To serve you through the trying trip,
From States that stretch from sea to sea,
The watchful wards of liberty,
Through zones that gave to Franklin brave
And bold De Long an icy grave,
And tried the nerve of Melville true
While rescuing the famished crew,
Through lands enriched by Pharaoh's dust,
And cities baked in lava crust,
To where that flowery realm extends
On which the world for tea depends."
At mention of these far-off climes,
Where they could have such wondrous times,
The Brownies smiled, and all the band
Were ready now to lift a hand
And vote that they, with willing hearts,
Would make the trip to foreign parts;
And should misfortunes sad and sore
Assail them on some distant shore,
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THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


No blame would be attached to those
Who did the daring scheme propose.
That night, before the moon grew pale
And hid behind a western veil,
Or stars a sign of falling showed,
The daring Brownies took the road.










With cunning minds the travelers planned
To keep along the northern strand,
Until they skirted Baffin's Bay,
And Labrador behind them lay;
Then trust a raft and favoring breeze
To take them o'er dividing seas,
Till on some point of Europe cast,
The band would find themselves at last.
An easy task it seems, no doubt,
To mark a course for others out,
And every one will understand
Who ventures out by sea or land,
That such a'trip would have at best
Some trials that would courage test.
It seemed to argue want of sense,
But in the Brownie band's defense







THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


Let me remark, the Brownie kind
Are not to human powers confined,
For mystic arts with mortal blend,
Insuring triumph in the end.


Deep rivers that before them ran,
Were bridged at once with single span,
Tall saplings bent from top to root
Were fastened in some way to suit,
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THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


Till one by
They


one, in single file,
crossed the stream in Brownie style.
Sometimes a city stretched before,
With all its bustle,
1 j1Iam and roar;
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'-'^ ,it-s rushing
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Its blazing squares and darksome lanes;
Then Brownies needs must circle round
And dodge about for safer ground.
To thriving towns they hurried all,
And visited each church and hall,
And passed opinions freely still
On what they saw, as Brownies will;
Then London, Galt, and Kingston old,
In turn received the Brownies bold.
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THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


.Trough fife but few
can go
Without some touch
of woe .


To Ottawa went all the band
To view each edifice so grand,
To Hamilton, to Goderich, too,
That overlooks Lake Huron blue,
The Brownies took a hasty run
For observation and for fun.
Through streets that are Toronto's pride
They hurried on with hasty stride,
Viewed banks, and buildings made to hold
The money which is good as gold.
Looked through each handsome court and square,
And market-place with special care.
My pen has not the space to praise
Each charming sight that drew their gaze
As on they hastened through the land
Enjoying scenes on every hand.
Once while they halted to survey
A steep and grass-grown mound of clay,
Said one, This marks an old redoubt
Where once the British kept lookout,
When Uncle Sam and Johnny Bull
Had their last interesting pull,
Or tug of war, as records show,
Now over eighty years ago."
The Thousand Islands may be named
As something that attention claimed,
The broad St. Lawrence got its share
Of praise and observation there.
Said one, "This river rolling free,
Between the chain of lakes and sea,









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Has not an equal far or near,
For water sparkling bright and clear.
It thrills the heart and charms the sight,
Thus dancing on, as in delight,
To pour its fresh and crystal flow
Into the ocean far below.


No wonder Indians strewed, like stones,
Along its banks the settlers' bones,
Before they 'd leave a scene so fair
And turn to seek a home elsewhere.
The arm indeed might well be strong,
The hatchet heavy, arrow long,
And scalping-knife be ever keen
Defending such a lovely scene.
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THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


I think it will not be amiss
Now while beside a flood like this,
That we may not again come near
On pleasure bound for many a year,
For us to take a boat or two
And down the stream our way pursue."
Another said, "We can command
A naphtha launch that's near at hand.
'T will just about contain the crowd,
Yet every one have space allowed."
Cried one, That suits us to a T!
At engineering trust to me,
I 've had some practice at the art
And well can undertake the part."
Another said, I 'll steer her straight
Between the rocks or islands great,
While all on board can take their rest
Nor be with creeping fears oppressed."
It was not long until the boat
Set out with every one afloat.
Some chanced a little skiff to find,
And this was soon attached behind,
And those were lucky, so they thought,
Who in that way a passage sought.
They sailed along with joke and smile,
And much enjoyed every mile,
Until some foaming crests appeared
That told of rapids that they neared.
The current was by far too strong
And wild for them to right the wrong.








THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


Their hope lay not in turning back,
But now to keep the safest track.
The helmsman stood well to his task,
Nor had he need for help to ask,
A dozen members of the crew
Were quick to tell him what to do.


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Now round .the islands, left and right
He steered the craft with wondrous might,
Now grazing banks, now scraping stones,
While rose the cries, the shrieks and groans








THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


Of frightened Brownies, who were thrown
Into the greatest panic known.
At length there came a fearful shock--
The launch had centered on a rock,
In spite of all the sage commands,
And left a wreck upon their hands.
Just then, to much increase their woe,
The boiler made a stir below,
As far too often is the case
When some mishap has taken place.

'T was well the boiler had its bed
Located aft where things could spread
Without destroying all the host
That to the bows had crowded most.
Those who were sitting on the rail
Went upward like a flock of quail,
While those aboard the skiff had soon
Their bearing changed to strike the moon,
And quickly learned that lunar ride
Had much their trouble magnified.
A watery grave had been the lot
Of half the band if they had not
Been blessed with supernatural power
That stood them well in hand that hour.

Some had to swim, and some to dive,
More held to planks to keep alive,
For swift the river swept along
Upon its course with action strong.
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THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


However bad the rip or break
The Brownies don't their ship forsake,
Till they 've exhausted all the means
Known both to landsmen and marines,
That they may have within their reach
To bring her safely to the beach.
The Brownies gained the wreck at last
That still was sticking hard and fast.
Then in the quickest way they could
*They patched it up with bits of wood,
With caps and jackets calked the seams
And spliced the shattered ribs and beams,
Then, launching it adrift once more,
They worked it to the nearest shore.
Thus on they traveled mile by mile,
With many jokes and laughs the while.
A river widened to a bay
At times occasioned some dismay,
And seemed to bring to sudden end -
The trip they gladly would extend,
Till one was quick to raise the cry
"We 're all right yet, some boats I spy
Here lying on the weedy shore.
Let some take rudder, some take oar,
SAnd soon we '11 travel where we please
In spite of current, tide, or breeze!"
At once they rushed a seat to find,
SFor no one wished to stay behind,
Sd And while they rowed the boats along
fls Iagve dearliftors onTT aac song:
.Stl ieaveuard lfttop fa.e.e The band united in a song:








THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


"A happy Brownie band are we,
Prepared for daring deeds,
We ramble boldly, far and free,
Wherever fancy leads.
For us the forest spreads its leaves
And throws a shade below,
For us its screen the ivy weaves,
And ferns and mosses grow.
The children strain
Their eyes in vain
To see a Brownie sprite,
For those that find -
The Brownie kind
Must have a second sight.



"For us the plantain-leaves are wide
Enough to cover two,
For us the stars at eventide
Trim all their lamps anew.
And quickly we can slip away
When they forsake the sky,
Or keen, observing children stray
Around with prying eye.
We hide from all,
Both large and small,
By day as well as night.
Ah! none can see
A Brownie wee
Who has not second sight."
12








THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


Still hastening on, with ardor keen,
They ran the rapids of Lachine
In boats that threatened hard at times
To bring an end to all my rhymes


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By giving up the Brownie band
To the St. Lawrence River grand;
To roll them on with crazy flow
Into the ocean far below.
At Montreal they paused awhile
To note its size and ancient style,
And from Mount Royal to survey
The leveled land that round them lay,
Then ran to see the shaft of stpne
That in a central place is shown
Surmounted by the gallant tar
Who won and died at Trafalgar,
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THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


Then, walking on the roof or ridge,
They crossed the long Victoria Bridge
From end to end, not trusting to
The road inside, for well they knew
The trains that thundered to and fro
Were every hour on the go.
To Granby next they quickly ran,
The birthplace of the Brownie man.
By tiny streams they sat and smiled,
In which he angled when a child,
On Shefford Mountain stood to gaze
Where oft he climbed in youthful days.
Thus went the band
the country through
Enjoying all that
met their view.
Those who can only
show a nose
Abroad at night,
you may suppose,
Have watchful times
in keeping clear
S, Of dangers that
with light appear.
SBBut still the
Brownies worked
their way
At night alone,
while through
the day








THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


They kept some place
that served them WE
Until the shades
of evening fell
At length Quebec
appeared in sigl
Perched high upon
the rocky height,
With cannon pointing
down below,
In many a grim
and threatening
row,


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To guard the river deep and wide
That stretched away to ocean tide.
Through narrow streets the Brownies bound
That in the lower town are found,
And then with nimble feet they fly
To reach the upper town so high.
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Said one, who paused to look around:
"My friends, we tread historic ground;
'T was up this path, so rough and steep,
The British did at midnight creep,
With guns unloaded in their hands,
Obedient to the strict commands,
For fear an accidental shot
Might bring the Frenchmen to the spot.
Full in the van, with bated breath,
Brave Wolfe ascended to his death,
While Montcalm, trusting guards to keep
A careful watch, took his last sleep!
For lo! the early dawn revealed
The red coats stationed in the field;
The Plains of Abraham were bright
With troops all marshaled for the fight.
I will not here the tale intrude
About the battle that ensued
Of rallying ranks, when hope was low,
Or brilliant charges to and fro.
On history's pages read you may
How fell the heroes of that day;








THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.


And' how, ere shades of night came down,
The Union Jack waved o'er the town."
While through Canadian wilds they passed
Where snow was piled like mountains vast,
They took to snow-shoes long and stout,
With their own hands well fashioned out;








THE BROWNIES IN CANADA.

As when a club strives for a prize,
A bowl, or cup of handsome size,
And every member does his best
To keep ahead of all the rest,
So every Brownie struggled well
His puffing comrades to excel;
But shoes would sometimes hit or hitch,
And headlong down the mountain pitch
The very ones that seemed to show
The greatest speed upon the snow.
So he that for some distance ran,
A smiling leader in the van,
Would thus be thrown clear out of gear
And left to struggle in the rear,
But best of feelings governed still
The lively race o'er plain and hill.
















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T THE ATLANTIC.

SECOND STAGE.
TILL farther north the Brownie band
Pursued their way across the strand
To where the sea, with capes and isles,
Is narrowed to one thousand miles.
And here they planned some logs to find,
And build a raft of strongest kind,
On which they all might safely ride,
Until they reached the eastern side,
And then continue on their way
Through foreign lands without delay.
Said one : "At this time of the year
The currents eastward set from here;
And if our raft but holds together,
And we are blessed with pleasant weather,
Within a fortnight, at the most,
We 'll surely reach the Norway coast."
Another said: Somewhat I know
About that ocean's ebb and flow,
And tell you, ere you court such ills
You 'd all do well to make your wills.








THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.


However, if we fail to reach
Norwegian soil, we '11 find some beach
That to our raft may kinder be
Than Norway's rocks or maelstrom sea."
Thus well encouraged at the start,
They soon prepared, through mystic art,
A wide affair, where each could rest,
And sit or stand as pleased him best,
While trusting with a patient heart
The ocean to perform its part.

Said one: "No state-rooms we '11 provide
Wherein a favored few can hide,
Nor make a hold or steerage deep
Where some in dangerous times might creep;
But all alike, through storm or wreck,
Must take their chances on the deck."
With willing hands, in manner fine
To carry out their grand design,

At work the active Brownies stayed,
Until the strange concern was made.
Of leatherwood and various things
They manufactured ropes and strings,
Which served them well for many a day
With stores and rope-walks far away.
With prospects fine the trip began,
The sea with even motion ran,
And straight for Europe, as a crow
Could wing its way, the Brownies go;










THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.

And as they added mile to mile,
Their pleasant chat went on the while.


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At times they sighted far ahead
A ship with all her canvas spread.
"Lie low!" would be the shout, and all
Upon the raft would promptly sprawl,
And there as flat as flounders lie,
For fear the lookout's watchful eye
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THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.


Would take them for a shipwrecked crew
Thus drifting round on ocean blue.
At such a time down quickly came
Their banner with the Brownie name,
Concealed from sight to rest a space
Till they could safely give it place.
For hours without a stir they 'd stay,
Until the ship would tack away
Upon her course, and pass from sight,
And leave them free to stand upright.
S But few on any craft can ride
Upon the north Atlantic tide
And not some scenes or trials find
To ever after bear in mind.

And soon the wind began to play
With billows in no tender way;
But pitched them up into the air
To meet the clouds that lowered there.
'T is bad enough to stand on board
A ship with life-preservers stored
And count the minutes passing by
Ere you their saving strength must try;

But harder for the Brownie band
Upon that creaking raft to stand,
And know, if in the sea they rolled,
No buoyant cork would them uphold.
Said one, as glancing fore and aft
He tried to keep upon the raft,
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THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.


" The artist paints, and poet raves
About the ocean's tinted waves,
But, let me tell you, when you stand
'Twixt sky and water, far from land,
With gales behind and squalls before,
And angry ocean in full roar,
You 're not so likely to 'enthuse'
About its 'cradles,' or its hues.
The sea, indeed, since early days,
Has had its strange, uncertain ways;
With pleasant calms that still invite
You from the shore in spirits light,
It leads you on, while scarce appears
A ripple to awaken fears.
But when far out upon the main
Where wishes and regrets are vain,
Into a boiling rage it goes
And neither sense nor pity shows,
But jumps around in manner dread,
As if to find another bed.
If at the first the world was planned
To have a greater stretch of land,
And less expanse of treacherous sea,
It would have better suited me."
Another said, "My friend, I fear
Such carping won't avail you here;
Pray keep a surer hold, you 'd best,
And let the world's formation rest.
Few joys through life one may obtain
That are not balanced well with pain,
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THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.


It may be suffering
of the frame,
Or of the mind,
't is all the same.
You can't through foreign
countries roam
And have the comforts
of a home;
You can't lie under
leafy trees
And at the same time
sail the seas.
Too late you rave
of grass and flower;
Now that you 're in
old Neptune's power
You 'll more appreciate
the land
When you again
upon it stand."
The air with birds
and fish was filled,
Tossed 'round as wind
and water willed.
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'T was hard to tell what swam or flew,
Such rapid transit all things knew;
Some tumbling, tail first, on their way,
More upside down passed through the spray,
While shining scales and feathers long
Were yielding to the gale so strong.


Thus talk went
on with
ready tongue,
As still the
Brownies stuck
and clung.
Ofttimes in
close embrace
well locked
Across the raft
they reeled
and rocked
Beneath the
overwhelming
stroke
Of crested
waves that
on them broke.
Ofttimes some
demon of the sea
High in the air
would lifted be,


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And, passing over raft and crew,
His journey through the waves renew.








THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.

At times the crew was frightened well
When sharks or grampus splashing fell
Where mighty waves did mastery win
In spite of twisting tail or fin;
Then plowing round from side to side
The visitor would slip and slide,
Till, to the great relief of fish
And harmonizing with the wish
Of every Brownie, down he went
Into his natural element.


'T was well the ropes and hawsers stood
They made of birch or leatherwood,
For had they parted in that strain,
When consternation seemed to reign,
'T is hard to estimate the loss
That might have followed such a toss.


But winds go down, if one can last
To be around when all is passed,
So waves grew still, the fearful squall
Had spent its force, and best of all,
Though out of shape the raft was tossed
And logs, were broken, others lost,
When that distressing storm was through
Not one was missing from the crew.
But while the waves around them played
The Brownie band good time had made,
For now, when .calm the ocean grew,
A tract of land was plain in view.
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THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.


One cried: "'T is Norway's rugged strand!"
More said: "It's not so wild a land.
'T is more inviting to the eyes
Than shores where frowning Norway lies."
But as 't was land they needed most
They made all haste to reach the coast,
And by the greenness of the sod
They thought old Erin's soil they trod,
And when a shamrock next they found
They knew their first surmise was sound.
And with a hip, hip, hip, hurrah!
They gave three cheers for Erin go bragh."


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THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.


THIRD STAGE.

eBrownie band stopped for a while
To ramble through the Emerald Isle.
Said one: This land from shore to shore
Is noted for its fairy lore.
There 's not a child, or type of age
However unlearned in lettered page,
But can relate some legend queer
About the fairies' doings here.
Old women, with a shaking head,
Can mumble stories dark and dread
Of midnight cries by window-sill
Or chimney-top that boded ill;
Or in a lighter mood can tell
How fairies wish young couples well,
And mounted on a nodding weed,
That serves them nicely for a steed,
Hands Mlay not witgold
They ride before to clear the way be lined
Still do tleir part at service
Of dangers on their wedding day. rSai .
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THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.


No horse will stumble on the road,
No wheel come off and dump a load,
But light of heart
and undismayed
They, travel by
the fairies' aid."
Ere long each Brownie
in the band
Bore a shillalah in his hand
That black- thorn bushes did provide,
Which flour- ished thick on every side,
Such sticks as men oft carried there
To use at faction- fight or fair,
That through their fall on tender crowns
Of timid folk soon cleared the towns.
A happy band, they took the road,
Enjoying scenes the country showed.


At times they paused
upon the way
In verdant fields
to run and play.
Some gathered shamrocks-


For thick


well they could,
on every side they stood.
Said one: "This plant so widely known
Has quite a history of its own,
For we are told that long ago,
Ere Erin did religion know,
The good old saint with one, in brief,
Brought to his knees a barbarous chief.
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He plucked a shamrock from the ground
And proved to him, with logic sound,
That, three in one and one in three,
It symbolized the Trinity."
They thought to ride to Mullingar
From Bantry in a jaunting-car.
But it was hardly fit to hold
So large a band of Brownies bold,
A mishap came to them to mar
Their pleasure ere they journeyed far.
They might have made the trip complete
And each have kept his place or seat
Did not a linch-pin break or bend
And give the wheel a chance to end
A partnership existing long
Between it and the axle strong.
And soon that dissolution showed
A pile of Brownies on the road,
And others who were forced to slide L'hoe ,sad'I "
W oile we sojourn Iere
Into a ditch with mud supplied. bewow.
Some to the donkey shouted Whoa!"
But he was in no shape to go.
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THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.


The creature, that was none too sure
Upon his feet, could not endure


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The unexpected shock and shake,
That came when things began to break;
So feeling that his days were told
He with the Brownies helpless rolled.


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THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.


Some left the cultivated sod,
And on the untilled hillocks trod-
Those mounds that rise in certain lands,
Built up, 't is said, by fairy hands,
And still held sacred to the fay
And leprechawn at present day.
Some ran upon the springy bogs,
Or looked in vain for snakes and frogs.
Said one: St. Patrick, sure enough,
As legends tell us, used them rough;
First laid upon the rogues a curse,
And then, to make their lot the worse,
With blackthorn stick and brogue combined
Made short work of the reptile kind.
The serpents wriggled from the shore
To hiss upon the soil no more;
The frogs jumped off in frightened bands
To tune their pipes in other lands,
And Erin, to this day, you see,
From every one of them is free."







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They sailed upon Killarney's lakes,
Where every wave in silver breaks,
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And all the hills around so green
Reflected in the floods are seen.


Then in the Druid's temple old
They stood, and many a story told
About the people's rites and ways
And curious myths of ancient days.
One night they saw a dozen spats
Between some large Kilkenny cats,
That, to the old tradition true,
Fought till the hair in patches flew.


Provoked to see a temper wild,
In pets that should be meek and mild,
The Brownies broke upon the fray
And scattered them in every way.








THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.


Said one: "Not often are we found
Thus waging war on things around.
But here 's a case that does demand
Some special treatment from the band,
And we but exercise our power
So folks may have a peaceful hour.

As for ourselves, we little care-
A wakeful night we well can bear;
But those who labor hard all day
Their bread to win, or rent to pay,
Should have a chance to sleep at night,
And rise refreshed at morning light."






To Cork they traveled from Athlone
And hunted for the Blarney Stone.
At length they found it in its place
And kissed it with becoming grace.
From first to last they did n't rest
Till each his lips against it pressed.
It did their nerve and courage try
As every one could testify.
'T was bad enough like owls to hold
A footing on the ruins old,
Where all the stones seemed ripe to go
In showers to the lawn below.








THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.


But worse than clinging vines, and all
The dangers of the crumbling wall,
To find the stone there at the tip
So inconvenient to the lip.
No wonder then the heart beat fast
And through the head misgivings passed,
While hanging o'er the parapet
To reach the stone so strangely set.
But willing hands assistance gave
To the ambi- } tious and the brave,


Or favors might have gone amiss
On stones unworthy of the kiss.

And then in pleasant frame of mind
They started off again to find









THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.


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The Giant's Causeway, high and grand,
The greatest wonder in the land.
Around the place the Brownies strayed
And freely thus some comments made:
"This way, that does so strangely rise
Like organ pipes of monster size
All turned to stone, once formed a road
On which the giants often strode.
The story goes that long ago
They traveled boldly to and fro,
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THE BROWNIES IN IRELAND.


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And thus passed o'er the marshy ground
That did their castle walls surround.
The last one of the giant race,
'T is said, here found a resting-place;
For here the giant, with a sack
Of plunder bundled on his back,
Fell from the road one stormy night,
And in the bog sank out of sight.
The people living hereabout
Were not inclined to help him out,
But watched him sinking with his prog
And named the place the Giant's Bog.'"
Another said: "'T is strange, I hold,
No searcher after relies old
Has ever brought around a spade
And here an excavation made
To bring the giant's bones to light,
And have them set on wires aright,
So people for all time might stare
Upon a skeleton so rare."
So thus they talked and rambled free
The wonders of the land to see.





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THE BROWNIES


IN SCOTLAND.


FOOURTH STAGE.

Time the band of Brownies bright
Reached Scottish soil in great delight.
They traveled many miles to see
Where Macbeth met the witches three
While he returned from battle-plain
A hero free from sinful stain.
Though centuries their flight had ta'en
Between the poet and the Thane,
And centuries away had rolled
Since that dramatic tale was told,
The Brownies, with unwearied pace,
Approached ere long the secret place.
Said one: "This is the very spot
The witches danced around the pot,
And stirred the broth that was designed
To poison an ambitious mind,
And to the surface omens bring
To whisper of a future king."
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THE BROWNIES IN SCOTLAND.


Another said: "'T is, sure enough;
I fancy I can smell the stuff,
And on the heath behind this hill
See traces of their fire still,
O'er which they boiled the horrid mess
That brought about so much distress.
t


The 'eye of newt and toe of frog'
Soon gave poor Scotland such a jog,
Young heads grew old and black ones gray
Before she knew a peaceful day."
The mention of those stirring times
Soon brought to mind the witches' rhymes,
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As there, with many a hop and squat,
They danced around the bubbling pot.
So, joining hands upon that ground,
Some Brownies danced a merry round
With Thrice to thine and thrice to mine,"
According to the magic line,
While smiles the width of faces tried
As comrades formed a circle wide
To see with what a show of art
The actors would perform their part.

Then off to other points they strayed
And many a famous scene surveyed.


A view of Edinburgh they gained,
Their feet were still and eyes were strained
As they took in the pleasing sight
That caused both wonder and delight.
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THE BROWNIES IN SCOTLAND.


Through mystic power
they found their way
To rugged castles
old and gray,
They crowded every foot
of space
Where coronations
once took
place;
Upon the ancient seat they
crawled
Where royalty was oft
installed.
Said one: "This is no doubt
the chair
Where kings received
the crown to wear,
Which proved a signal for attacks
That soon laid monarchs on their backs.
Short was their shrift, small joy they found,
From having been as sovereigns crowned.

'T was but a step \ from throne to bier,
A rough one, too, as doth appear,
If but one care to read the page
Relating to that murderous age.
Then secret plots were planned each night
And heirs apparent passed from sight,
Then dirk or dagger, ax or brand,
Whatever lay nearest, to the hand,







THE BROWNIES IN SCOTLAND.


Was used, a wished-for change to bring
And rid the country of a king."






The Bruce's sword, so long and large
Well made to split a casque or targe,
Was hefted with respectful hand
By every member of the band.
Said one: "iNo wonder foes gave out
S When such a blade was swung about,
Or for his crown and Scotland's right
He brought it down with all his might."

Gray Ben Venue was reached at last,
And famous woods and fords were passed.
"This is," said one, "the Trosach's dell
Where once, with such a fiendish yell
Clan Alpine sallied from the glen
Upon the frightened archer men.
But, lacking Roderick's bugle blast
To cheer them on, as in the past,
Were checked by Moray's lancers brave
And tumbled back into their grave."
To fair Loch Katrine next they paid
A visit, and around it strayed,
And had there been a barge at hand
No doubt they would have shoved from land.
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THE BROWNIES IN SCOTLAND.


It sIloucld iue pleasure
to us all
To aic the eak or those
wNo fall.


Wild Caledonia, rich in scenes
Might well tax even Brownies' means
Of getting round and seeing all
The places worthy of a call.
They traveled far and traveled wide,
To fields and mountains every side,
To lakes and streams, and castles strong
Made famous by immortal song.

While resting on a structure old
Which spanned a stream that swiftly rolled,
Said one: "This is the town of Ayr,
And this the bridge, I do declare,
To which the screeching witches came
When Tam O'Shanter was their game.
The kirk that stands beyond the trees
Is where they sallied out like bees,
And put the gray mare to her most
To save O'Shanter from a roast.

Close at his back, with shout and jeer,
They chased him to the keystone here,
But farther than this spot they dare
Not follow either Tam or mare."
Then one, who measured with his eyes
The distance, thus expressed surprise:
"It puzzles me, that stormy night,
When roads were muddy, lightning bright,
And all the witches, howling mad,
Were at the time so lightly clad,
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THE BROWNIES IN SCOTLAND.


How Tam's old mare, the truth to tell,
Could keep ahead of them so well."



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Then to the humble cottage small
Where Burns was born, they hastened all,
To talk about the noted spot
That is revered by every Scot.
Said one: "A lowly home, in truth,
Where that bright poet passed his youth,
Which proves that genius, now and then,
Is not confined to high-born men,
But through mysterious ways divine
In humble souls finds room to shine."
With bagpipes in their arms, in pairs,
They marched and played sweet Scottish airs
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THE BROWNIES IN SCOTLAND.


Like "Annie Laurie," Bonnie Doon,"
And many a soul-inspiring tune.
It chanced to be the time of year
When ice was spread on stream and mere,
And hardy Scotchmen strained their bones
And muscles, Shoving curling-stones,
And made the very hills applaud,
Or echo back their language broad.
The Brownies, from a neighboring height
Peeped down upon the pleasing sight
Until the shades of evening came
And made the players quit their game.
Said one: "Let half a dozen go
For brooms to sweep away the snow
While others run without delay
To find where stones are laid away.
This curling game, that to the band
May seem so strange, I understand.
I 've watched them play till after dark
On frozen lakes within the park,
And heard the loud approval, too,
Of Weel done, Sawnie; guid for you '"
It was not long, as one may think,
Before they stood around the rink.
Some for the sport were doubly nerved,
And won applause they well deserved,
While others soon had aching bones
Who got in front of sliding stones.
Sometimes the stones hit with such force
They split, or, bounding on their course,
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Rolled on the edge and havoc made
Among the busy broom brigade;
But ere the light of morning came
All understood the curling game.


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Not for reward on eartl,
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THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


FIFTH STAGE.

Brownies next when plans were laid,
A visit to Old England paid;
They sought the country towns and all
At Shakspere's birthplace made a call.
Found time around the house to stray
Where lived and loved Ann Hathaway.
At length, one eve as shades came down
They reached the streets of London town.
On London Bridge they sat in rows,
As on a fence some watchful crows,
Commenting on the structures grand
That here and there the river spanned,
Or spelling out the vessels' names
That floated up and down the Thames.
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THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


Said one, who gained extended view:
"If the ambitious Romans knew
When they this city founded here
Beside the river broad and clear


That it would still keep spreading fast
Till largest in the world at last,
They doubtless would have kept the yoke
Much longer on the British folk."
Another said: "We little know
How soon a town will stretch and grow








THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


Tifis world eivas doe
The frzest cllaoce
SonPe persoaq comfort
o a.douaqce.


If it is situated right
The trade of nations to invite."
So rich in wonders was the place
They hardly knew where first to race.
Some wished to visit Tyburn Hill,
Or Smithfield, that gives one a chill,
As through the mind the records run
Of cruel work that there was done.
More wished to race along the Strand,
Or by the Bank of England stand
And ponder there about the gold
And silver bullion it can hold.


The Brownies hunted for an hour
To gain a view of London Tower;








THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


At length, an open view they found,
That showed its towers square and round.
Said one: "The Tombs, on Centre Street,
Seems like a pleasant country-seat
Compared with U that old frowning pile
That oft held kings in durance vile,
And saw the blood in torrents flow
So many hundred years ago.
Within it lies, if tales are true,
The proof of what hard hearts can do-
The block, the chain, the prison cage,
And tortures of a vanished age.
'T is told that Julius Caesar laid
Its corner-stone with great parade,
And in its dungeons, dark and deep,
Did many a valiant Briton keep.
Next, William I., the Norman brave,
Its massive, snow-white tower gave;
Then, as the centuries onward rolled,
And kings grew more self-willed and bold,
Still higher towers were made to grow
And deeper dungeons dug below,
Till now it seems fit place to hide
The noble blood of Europe wide.
Here baron, duke, and count might blink
In unison with fetter clink,
Like many a one who here was cast
On small pretense in ages past."
oul al to id te day Another said: "An outward sight
WVlet you proved tj4etlougll
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THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


So to the gate at once we '1l race
And gain an entrance to the place.
And through each hold and keep we '11 go,
From turret high to dungeon low,
To view the arms and fixtures strange,
Preserved so well through many a change,
To be a lesson full and free
For generations yet to be."
Soon through the place the Brownies ran
This lance to view, that helmet scan,
Or gaze upon an ax with dread,
That lopped off many a royal head;
And heavy-fashioned
halberds viewed
That paths at Agincourt
had hewed,
Where Henry, on
St. Crispin's day,
In face of odds
showed no dismay.
They climbed inside
of armor old
And peeped out where
the visage bold
Of some crusader
oft had frowned
Upon his turbaned
foes around.
The helmet cleft, the corselet bent,
The baldric pierced, and symbol rent
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THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


Showed some Sir Knight had sure enough
In Palestine found usage rough.
They chained
each other
to the wall,
They tried the
thumb-screws,
racks, and all,
S So they might
be the better ? .i x-
schooled
In what went on when tyrants ruled.

They crowded some into a hole
Where not a ray of daylight stole
To cheer the heart or show the face
Of those who languished in the place.
Behind the shields
that turned aside
The weapons that
the Paynim plied,
They ran for
refuge when
some sound
Would spread a sudden
fear around.
They found some arms and for a while
Marched here and there in soldier style,
Some carrying an ancient blade,
And some the latest weapon made.
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THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


Thus hours were passed within the walls,
Still visiting the cells and halls,
And corridors and stairways strong
That called to mind some crime or wrong.
Then other parts of town they sought
That wakened other
trains of
thought.


From Ludgate Hill the Brownies flew
When old St. Paul's appeared in view.








THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


Said one: "It looks as fine as when
It left the compasses of Wren;
No greater monument could be
Erected to his memory."
About the place some hours they stayed,
Then to Westminster Abbey paid
A visit, where they rambled round,
And soon the Poets' Corner found,
To moralize, as well they might,
Before the busts and statues white,
That were by skilful hands designed
To represent some master mind.










More nights than one they slacked their gait
In fogs that wrapped the city great,
And poked about until distressed
In seeking for some place to rest.
Some tried with lanterns to pursue
Their way to points they better knew,
While others sought some place to hide
Until the pall should drift aside.
Said one: "This town so large and fine
Would be a favorite spot of mine
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THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


If fogs were not so often spread
To keep one moving round in dread.
Last night for hours I groped astray
In streets where best I know my way;
'T is hard to go when brightest light
Is in a fog extinguished quite,
From door to door, from stone to stone,
To work your way by touch alone.

All native tact for nothing went
As here and there with body bent
And fingers spread, I felt about
To find some mark to help me out.
I tumbled down three cellar-stairs,
Then into holes for street repairs;

















Ran twice against a watchman's legs
Who lay asleep upon some kegs.








THE BROWNIES IN ENGLAND.


And next a watering-trough I found,
And falling in was nearly drowned.
Through many trying scenes I passed
Ere I to Gad's Hill crawled at last.
'T is dangerous work for us to stay
Where one can't tell the night from day;
We cannot keep our bearing right,
Know when to hide, or come in sight.
No doubt, on this historic ground
Ten thousand wonders may be found
To interest the Brownie mind
With moral lessons well defined,
Of which we might for ages speak,
Nor have a subject trite or weak,
But let us now some plans advance
To cross the Channel into France."









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We rhust league as on we fly
















THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.


b SIXTH STAGE.

ffEXT evening when the Brownies met
They talked and planned of how to get
A ship or boat to serve their need,
So o'er to France they might proceed.
Said one, at length: "My comrades brave,
I 've heard about this choppy wave,
Where winds and tides so oft contend
And to the rail old sailors send
Who were when sailing open sea
From all internal troubles free.
Now, we '11 not be to ships confined
That may at least upset our mind
If nothing more, while we can go
In other ways, as I will show.
Last night, while poking round, I spied
Not half a mile from ocean side,
To my surprise, a strange affair
That 's made to travel through the air,
Not like balloons ascending high,
Which as the wind directs them fly,








THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.


But made with wings and tail and all
To steer its way through roughest squall, .-
With straightest course throughout
maintained,
Until a certain point is gained.
I doubt if the inventor knows
if you lope a croowl
Much better how that air-ship goes ~aer
You must ta4e tile
Than I, who all its points to find, earytrain.
Crawled through it with inquiring mind.
At every art we all are skilled:
A slight affair like that we 'll build,
One that will all our wants supply,
And then the Brownie band may fly
High over all the creaking fleet
That on the waves disaster meet."

Before a week had passed, at most,
They left behind the English coast,
Upon an air-ship of their own
By clever hands together thrown,
From such odd stuff as lay about
And could be used to shape it out.
Sometimes between the clouds and sky
They passed the soaring eagle by;
At times a downward sweeping gale
Would get control of wings and tail
And bear them down with fearful force
Until the water checked their course,
And then, half buried in the deep,
The straining ship would onward leap,








THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.

While to the dangling ropes
that hung
Away astern some
Brownies
clung,


Afraid of seas that o'er them rolled,
But more afraid to loose their hold.
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THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.


Now rising with a sudden start
The strange affair would upward dart,
While those who had been cheated out
Of cabin-passage still were stout
And could their great endurance show
By hanging to the ropes below.
Now some advised to keep her high,
And others said to let her fly
Along the sea through waves and all,
Thus to avoid a fearful fall
In case the works got out- of tune
When they were half-way to the moon.
They found the new machine that night
Somewhat erratic in its flight.
The helm at times, the truth to tell,*
It did not answer extra well;
Some technicalities, no doubt,
The Brownies scarce had studied out,
And so the ride failed to impart
The joy they hoped for at the start.
Said one: "I 'd rather lose a toe,
Or leg in fact, if it must go
To feed the fish along the shore,
Than fall five thousand feet or more."
Another shouted: "Turn her round,
And steer her back to English ground!
For one, I 'd rather France should stay
Untrodden by my feet for aye,
Than there in such a fixture get
That has not been perfected yet;
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See how she darts and dives at will,
In spite of all your boasted skill.
I would not give a penny 'twist'
For all your lives if you persist
Against the storm to flap and soar
Until you cross this channel o'er."
But some were there whose valiant minds
Were not as fickle as the winds,
And though, instead of straight across,
They zigzag flew with painful loss
Of time and travel, still the bow
Was pointing e'er to France that now
Was growing more apparent fast
And promising success at last.
As wounded birds lose every grace,
And wildly flutter on through space,
Their only hope and only care
To keep themselves a while in air,
Now sinking, rising, straining still
To reach at length the woody hill,
Where they can hide away from sight
And ponder on their wretched plight,
So did that air-ship dodge and dive,
With all on board right well alive
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THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.


To every danger of the hour,
Until it proved it had the power
To bear them safely to the beach
Which they were glad enough to reach.

While through Parisian streets so grand
One evening moved the Brownie band,
Said one: "At length the land we trace
That holds a brave and warlike race.
O'er many a field, if history 's true,
Their proud, victorious eagles flew,
When led by some commander grim
Who valued neither life nor limb;
And signs you see on every side
Still show that spirit has not died,
But slumbers to break out anew
When some Napoleon comes in view."

Another said: "They '11 wait a while
Before some unpretentious isle
Gives forth another who '11 display
Such wondrous powers in our day."
A third remarked: "We hope they will.
Who wants another born, to kill
And devastate the countries wide
To simply gratify his pride?"
Not long the Brownies rambled round
Before Napoleon's tomb they found.
The massive crypt that holds his dust
Drew every eye, as still it must
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THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.


When strangers with a noiseless tread
In awe draw near the mighty dead.
Some who respected not the bones
Of one who caused such shrieks and groans
To echo round the world for years
Climbed on the tomb with jokes and jeers,
And it took more than one sharp cry
To bring them from their perch on high.

Then other sights they gathered round
Which in that city may be found.








THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.


Beneath the
Arch of
Triumph
nigh
The Brownies
ran a race
to try
If still their
speed was
holding -
out
While tray- ;
Seeing thus ..... i
the world
about,
And also so they could declare
They passed beneath that grand affair,
As well as those who conquered lands
And marched beneath in shouting bands.
Great space would be
required to tell
SEach place their pattering
footsteps fell,
For lively feet the
Brownies ply
And fast can travel
when they try.
They stood in galleries of art
With staring eyes,
and thankful heart








THE BROWNIES IN FRANCE.


That they had found at length a chance
To see the famous works of France,
The sculptures and the paintings grand
That told of many a master hand.
The Brownies halted one and all
Before the graceful column tall
That towered many feet in air
And ornamented well its square;
On every side of it they stood
And moralized, as well they could,
About the shouting populace
That had run riot round its base.
Through streets they went smooth as a floor,
And in the Seine they dipped an oar;
Then to old palaces they ran
At least their
outer form %0M A ,11 'll1g
to scan, "


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But other
And leave


Since time allowed no closer view
And they their journey must pursue.
The walls that were so high and stout,
Designed to keep the rabble out
If riot raised its crimsoned hand,
Could not keep out the
Brownie band.
S. Thus through the town
they worked their way
To view the scenes that
round them lay.
Then off to other cities sped,
And battle-fields, where
thousands bled,
To Agincourt, and Crecy; then
A visit paid to old Rouen,
Where on the pile of fagots tied
-4 The "Maid of Orleans"
bravely died.
A thousand nights they
might have found
Good cause indeed
to ramble round,
countries they must find
the soil of France behind.


Ere tl2e stars put up feir screens
We'll be offto ottler sceeies
















THE BROWNIES IN SPAIN.


SEVENTH STAGE.


Sunny Spain so bright and gay
The Brownies made a lengthy stay.
The groves were fine, the sky was clear,
The air was mild, the buildings queer,
And every night some wonder new
Or novel freak attention drew.
One night, while near a city old
Where Guadalquivir's waters rolled,
One with descriptive powers blessed
Soon interested all the rest.
Said he: "Last night I found a chance
To see these lively Spaniards dance;
Not moving through a figure slow,
But bouncing wildly, heel and toe;
Now waving arms above their head,
Now like a saw-horse strangely spread;
Now with one foot uplifted there
Describing circles in the air;
Now freely tossing limbs around,
Now with their noses near the ground,


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THE BROWNIES IN SPAIN.


The room from side to side they crossed,
As if in search of something lost.
The Indian's hop,
the Scotchman's reel,
The Frenchman's
glide,
or German's
s wheel


Should not be mentioned the same day
With Spanish dancers light and gay."








THE BROWNIES IN SPAIN.


Another said: "If that 's the case,
We must at once secure a place
Where every turn and action free
That you had such good luck to see,
From tripping toe to tossing hand,
May be indulged in by the band."
A third remarked: The dance I knew
Before you ever rations drew;
I 've passed the hours from dark to dawn
In light fandangoes on the lawn,
And I have not yet lost the art
Of giving life to every part.
So in the dance you now propose
I 'll show my comrades how it goes."
It does n't take a lengthy space
Of time for them to find a place;
Could human folk their wants supply
As readily as Brownies spry,
Ah! many a one without a roof,
Or garment that is weather-proof,
Would soon be free from want or cold,
And all life's comforts snugly hold.
But readers, all must understand
Commissions in the Brownie band
Are not for sale, no gaps exist,
The ranks are full, complete the list.
So none need hope, as Brownies bold
With mystic powers, to be enrolled.
ColcI yor frows Before one half the night had flown
ate care Brownies had familiar grown
tor s.bef The Brownies had familiar grown








THE BROWNIES IN SPAIN.


With every caper, toss, and fling
That Spaniards in the dance can bring,
S And well the lively people know
The way to trip the nimble toe.
From Cadiz to the
Gallic line
SOne could not see
Such actions fine,




Such waving hands,
such supple knees,
Such whirling round
with graceful ease,


As Brownies on
that floor revealed
Ere they were
forced to take
the field.


One night, while they were
passing down
The outskirts of a leading
town,
With eyes that ever turned
and rolled
Some novel wonder to behold." -
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THE BROWNIES IN SPAIN.


They found a strange inclosure wide
With seats arrayed on every side,
Where thousands could a view obtain
Of objects on the inner plain.
Said one: "In this same place, I ween,
The matadors with weapons keen
And scarlet cloak, to plague or blind
The monarch of the cattle kind,
Engage in that old cruel game
That has been long the nation's shame."

Another said: "Your head is clear;
The animals indeed are here.
In stalls or pens they rest to-night
In waiting for to-morrow's fight.
We '11 take a peep and in this case
See what the Spaniards have to face."

The chatting of the band enraged
The creatures that were closely caged;
They bellowed loudly, spurned the ground,
And in a frenzy rushed around,
And finally broke through the wall
Or fence that had inclosed them all,
And, charging madly, thought to gore
A dozen of the band or more.
Now with good reason pale with fright,
The Brownies scampered left and right,
And climbed up posts and trees in haste
To be in safer quarters placed;
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THE BROWNIES IN SPAIN.


A- ] 27"
- .; ,,.. _. ,, ,,. ,
Their nimbleness '
and mystic power
Both stood them well in hand that hour.
But still 'a few, in spite of all,
Were tossed across a neighboring wall,
Alighting on some garden trees
That let them down to earth with ease.
Said one: "If that 's the kind of game
The matadors have got to tame,
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THE BROWNIES IN SPAIN.


W~ e 'd best make haste
and leave the pen,
I '11 hardly be myself again
For half a year, I well believe,
Though best of doctoring I receive."
Another answered from a vine
That grew above the danger line,
"If this is sport, I 'd like to know
Just when one ought the smile to show.
I would n't stay in such a town.
As this is for the Spanish crown!
I 'II seek, if I must go alone,
Land where such pastimes are unknown."
Other cou..ntyre to behold
Ofr mu't %o heBrownies hold
















THE BROWNIES


IN ITALY.


EIGHTH STAGE.


SItaly the Brownies
knew
But little rest the
season through,
So many places they
could find
To visit and improve
the mind.
The master works of
former days
And great cathedrals
drew their
gaze.
Through galleries
of art they
strolled
'Mid statues large
and paintings
old,








THE BROWNIES IN ITALY.


Such as the world
to present date
Has tried in vain
to imitate.
They clambered over
Peter's dome,
And seemed to feel -,.
as much at home
Upon the highest point they found
As if they sported on the ground,
Though now and then some trouble rose
From rash attempts or slipping toes.
At times a Brownie lost his hold
And half-way down the dome he rolled
Until an ornament would check
His fall in time to save his neck.
The better to observe the style
And finish of the wondrous pile
They hung by lengthy ropes to see
Each cap and frieze and metope,
And learn how they withstood the wear
Of centuries, so high in air.
An amphitheater at last
The Brownies found 'mid ruins vast.
Said one: "A gladiator show
Such as the people used to know
On festal days throughout the year
No longer may be'witnessed here.
The well-worn course one may behold
Where once the brazen chariots rolled,








THE BROWNIES IN ITALY.


Amid the clouds of dust that rose
To tickle many a Roman nose;
The heartless crowds have had their day,
And time has swept them all away,
With all the shields and nets and spears
Their cruel sports and fiendish cheers."
Another said: "While passing by
A window in a building nigh,
I glanced around, and what think you
The first of all attention drew?
A foot-ball such as students send
When they in college games contend.
That ball in half a snap you 'll see
Or I 'm not what I used to be,
And on this spot where martyrs gave
Themselves to beasts their faith to save,
Where tiger's howl and lion's roar
Could not affright the hearts they bore,
We '11 have at once a friendly game
That will all Romans' efforts shame.








THE BROWNIES IN ITALY.


Although no Cesar. will look down
Upon the scene with smile or frown,
No ready thumbs a signal throw
To spare or speed the final blow,
Far greater crowds our actions trace
Than all the Roman populace,
And loving millions far and near
May yet applaud our doings here."

Another said: "My sportive friend,
Our time to this we cannot lend,
Too many objects are at hand
That claim attention from the band,
To other scenes we must away,
Nor linger here your game to play."

When safe in Venice, quaint and old,
At length arrived the Brownies bold,
Said one: "This is the strangest yet
Of all the cities we have met-
Where streets are not dug up each day
Some other kind of pipes to lay,
Where no one sees a paving-stone,
And carriage-makers are unknown,
While all the horses here in sight
Are chiseled out of marble white."
A second said: "It calls to mind
The stories one in books may find.
'T was here Othello did regale
The Duke with plain unvarnished tale;
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THE BROWNIES IN ITALY.


Every month big
pteaaure brigh
If the benrt fs only
rfigt.


Told how he won his lovely bride,
Nor used a charm nor aught beside
Save tales of sieges, long campaigns,
Of shipwrecks, and of slaver's chains.
Here Shylock clamored for his bond,
But law so sharply did respond
It almost turned the plaintiff's brain
By bringing loss in place of gain;
And here the Doge to plotting fell,
And waited for the signal bell
That was to call the fated men
And butchers to the slaughter-pen;
But those among whose tombs he thought
To stand alone, his secret caught,
And promptly ruled the roost instead
By taking off the plotter's head."
"This town," another soon replied,
" That seems to float upon the tide
Has many boats wherein we may
Take pleasant rides till break of day,
So picturesque they look, and grand,
They seem well suited for the band,
For some can hide away below,
And some on top can make them go,
While others keep a keen lookout
For fear while sailing hereabout,
Through lack of skill or want of room,
We strike a palace or a tomb-
And little else appears to be
Projected here above the sea."
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THE BROWNIES IN ITALY.


Ere long, in boats of queer design,
With curving bows and trimming fine,
The Brownies jumped, to sail around
Through water-streets that there abound.
Beneath the Bridge of Sighs they passed,
And wondering looks upon it cast.
Said one: "They built it to sustain
No doubt a rapid-transit train,
That prisoners might be hurried well
From palace court to prison cell."
Another said: "'T will not compare
With Brooklyn's Bridge so high in air,
Which, though perhaps no Bridge of Sighs,
For rushing crowds can take the prize."
Said one: "We 'll pause awhile to see
The place where prisoners used to be
Confined, perhaps, from boyhood's prime
Until their heads were bowed with time,
Then after all these years of dread
Were forth to stake or scaffold led."
They saw the chains by prisoners borne,
They saw the paths their feet had worn
In solid stone while pacing round
Away from every sight and sound.
As stately ships in harbors wide,
Or open sea, ofttimes collide,
With captains in the service gray,
And all the steering gear in play,
It may not seem beyond belief
That Brownies sometimes come to grief.
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THE BROWNIES IN ITALY.

New, a


Once while they gazed at wonders there
They failed to take the needed care,
For as beneath an arch they ran
They missed the center of the span,
And trouble then at once began.
The lengthy bow slid up the stone
To find a passage of its own,








THE BROWNIES IN ITALY.


And sternward in a struggling pile
The frightened Brownies fell the while.
Still higher did the boat ascend
Until it nearly stood on end,
And there was nothing else to do
But to the bottom take the crew,
And leave them in a fearful mess,
And Venice one gondola less.
'T is somewhat hard for one to say
How deep those silent waters lay,
But judging by the time that passed
Between the fall and rise at last,
The puffing Brownies
could not dive
Much deeper and
come up alive.
















From Venice then they hastened all,
On old Pompeii made a call.
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THE BROWNIES IN ITALY.

There climbed upon the ruins great,
And moralized upon its fate.
Said one: "Upon these doorsteps old
The tale of love was often told,
Here children clustered on the walk,
And round these corners where we talk
Played hide-and-seek and blindman's-buff,
And scampered o'er this pavement rough
To dodge the horse's iron heels
Or heavy, rumbling chariot-wheels.
The story of the town you know-
How sudden fell that night of woe;
These streets, that often rang with cheers,
Were hid for sixteen hundred years
Beneath the overwhelming load
That old Vesuvius bestowed.
But let us leave the lonely place,
And off to other countries race,
Forgetting not that we must haste
Around the world, nor moments waste."







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Still or must goteBrowqiebanct


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STHE

BROWNIES IN TURKEY.


NINTH STAGE.

U Turkey there was much to view
That to the Brownie band
was new.
The buildings strange and towers
high
At once attracted every eye.
On every spire of wood or stone,
Or arching gate, the crescent shone;
So not one moment could the band
Forget they trod the Sultan's land.
The highest mosque and minaret
The Brownies climbed in hopes
to get
A bird's-eye view of gardens fair,
And palaces that glittered there,
And ships that drifted to and fro
Or lay at anchor far below.
Said one: "To climb this filigree
Is harder than to climb a tree;








THE BROWNIES IN TURKEY.

If we were not an active batch
In such as these we 'd find our match.
But steps or stairs we don't require
To help us up the tallest spire."
Another said: "No person can,
Be he a Greek or Mussulman,
Erect a steeple round or square
Or octagon so high in air
Above his meeting-house or shop
That Brownies cannot reach the top."









Then St. Sophia's mosque so grand
Was much admired by all the band.
They sauntered round and round the place,
Then measured it with even pace,
And found the statements of its size
And beauty were not spiced with lies.
They walked around
in gardens fair,
Enjoying perfume-laden air,
And on the very
Sultan's lawn
They played at games
%till early dawn;








THE BROWNIES IN TURKEY.


In secret places skirmished
round
Where strangers no admittance
found
And all the household,
by decree,
Were safely under
lock and key.


Ii


N ^ They chatted freely
of the way
a 7 Some people live
at this late
day,
In spite of all that has been
done
To work reforms beneath ,
the sun. ,
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THE BROWNIES IN TURKEY.


Some lounged on rich
divans awhile,
More sat in Oriental
style
On ottomans in quiet
nooks,
And tried the hookas
Sand chibouks;
Some filled the bowl,
while others drew
Upon the pipe, and puffed and blew,
Each Brownie striving to excel
At making wreaths that lasted well,
Until the smoke hung like a cloud
Above the heads of all the crowd
And through the open windows there
Rolled out to scent the midnight air.










This pleased awhile, but in the end
They felt they could not recommend
The Eastern custom to a friend.
One night the valiant Brownies tried
To swim the Hellespont so wide -
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THE BROWNIES IN TURKEY.


His lady-love in secret bower
He braved the tide at evening hour.

Not one of all the active band
But in that effort left the strand.
Though oft the band great streams had
crossed,
And here and there were roughly tossed,
They soon perceived, from last to first,
This was the wildest and the worst.
Some grew alarmed, ere half-way out,
And with pale faces turned about,
And with pale faces turned about,




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