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 Front Cover
 Title Page
 The owl and the bat
 Unhappy bruin
 The ostrich
 King Leo's resolve
 The willful young gobbler
 The bicycle race
 The eagle's Christmas
 The bears and the hive
 Back Cover






Group Title: The birds wedding : : the owl and the bat and other merry tales
Title: The birds wedding
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Title: The birds wedding the owl & the bat and other merry tales
Alternate Title: Brownies
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 23 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Veale, E
Cox, Palmer, 1840-1924 ( Illustrator )
Hubbard Publishing Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Hubbard Publishing Co.
Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Publication Date: c1896
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Subject: Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1896   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1896   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1896
Genre: Children's stories
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novel   ( marcgt )
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Statement of Responsibility: illustrations by Palmer Cox ; stories by E. Veale.
General Note: With: The busy Brownies / illustrations by Palmer Cox ; stories by E. Veale. Philadelphia : Hubbard Publishing Co., c1896. -- and 10 other books.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
    The owl and the bat
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Unhappy bruin
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    The ostrich
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    King Leo's resolve
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    The willful young gobbler
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    The bicycle race
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    The eagle's Christmas
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    The bears and the hive
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Back Cover
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THE OWL AND THE BAT,

GOOD EVENING, Miss Bat said the grave gray owl
"pray may I come up and chat a while?"
Indeed you may Mr. Owl," replied the bat, It's such
a beautiful evening that I have been sitting up here ever
so long watching the moon, as she played hide and seek
among the trees, the stars seem to be enjoying the game
as much as I, for they twinkle as brightly as diamonds so
far above us all."
I see you have an eye for the beautiful, my dear
young lady," said the owl "but if you but knew it, the
most beautiful thing I have seen in all my life is yourself."
The bat hung her head and looked quite shy, while
the owl blinked his eyes and looked as though he thought
he had really said something most elegant.
"Do you know, my dear," continued the owl, I have
watched you night after night as you floated around so
gracefully, never interfering with the other birds, but








going quietly about your own affairs, and I decided that
some day or other I would ask you if you would not con-
sent to be Mrs. Owl. The time has come Batty dear, and
I hope you will say yes."
The Bat did say yes, for she had long admired the

Owl. She liked his solemn ways and thought him a very
handsome bird.
It was decided that they should be married very

soon-the very next week, in fact, for the moon would be
shining in all her glory then, and the guests could not be
asked to come in the dark even though it might be
pleasanter for the bride and groom.
The stork wrote the invitations. He wrote them on
the leaves of the water lillies, using his long sharp beak
for a pen.
The night of the wedding came and with it the many

guests. The stork and the crane came together, for they
both lived in the same pond. The eagle and the buzzard
met as they came sailing through the air.
The happy pair were soon made one, and then what
merry times they had. The lark and the night-in-gale








sang their brightest songs and all joined hands in a lively
dance. Morning came only too soon, and the guests must
go, and as the Owl kissed his little bride he wished that
all her life might be just as happy as the first night had

been. What a happy time the bridal party had for the
next few weeks. When the guests had all gone, they
packed their trunks and hastened away to spend their
honey-moon among the pine forests of the Green Moun-
tains. They travelled from place to place, journeying by
night and resting by day, for strange as it may seem, these
queer creatures can neither of them see when the beautiful
sun is shining. They have such curious eyes that the
light makes them blind. So they used to spend the long
summer days nestled close together on the branch of some

high tree. At night they would fly about here and there,

watching the other animals and enjoying the pure air.

The owl is a very wise bird, you know, so he was able
to tell his trusting little wife many interesting things.
After spending a very pleasant time, they returned to
their home, and settled down to spend a very happy life.












UNHAPPY BRUIN.

POOR BRUIN'S life seemed marked with misfortunes.
Bruin was not one of the happy creatures who have the
good fortune to be born under a lucky star-the night
must have been cloudy and most miserably starless when
he opened his eyes in this wide, wide world, As the
years went on poor Bruin's troubles seemed to grow.
Fortune had no kindly smile for him and try as he might
all his efforts to succeed were in vain.
One time Bruin left his home, and went strolling
through the woods. He was all alone for the other bears
had gone off long before, but Bruin had not been wanted.
Sorrowfully and lonely he trotted along, taking no heed
of where he was going until all at once he was brought to
his senses by a sharp click, and try with all his might he
could not move. You've guessed what had happened-he
had stumbled into a trap and was held there as fast as fast
could be. The hot sun poured down upon him, but no








one came to release him, but at last just as twilight fell
upon the world, two great big men drove up in a cart and
with a loud shout at theii horses, stopped infrontof Bruin.

" Fine luck we have had to-day," said one of them. We
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as quick as a wink a big, black bag was thrown over
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This was the beginning of poor Bruin's new life.
These men were street players-one of them brought forth
squeaky sounds from an old fiddle, while the other made
most dismal noises upon the harp.
Bruin was taken to their miserable home and day by

day was trained to dance and play tricks to amuse the
people. Bruin found it was wisest to please these men
for cruel blows and kicks rewarded his failures.
One day they rigged him up in a suit of clothes, put
shoes on his feet and a hat in his hand, and let him out to
dance upon the street. All day long he kept it up and
when night came he could scarcely move. His masters
had gone to join some friends and chat with them, and had
left Bruin in charge of a boy. The boy grew tired of be-
ing alone and seeing a chum hurried after him, leaving
Bruin to his own devices. Bruin knew his chance had
come and trotted away just as fast as ever his tired feet
would carry him. He wandered on and on until at last
the woods were reached. Then as he lay down under a
tree, nearly worn out, but very happy he felt that at last the
wheel had turned, and fortune had surely smiled on him.











THE OSTRICH.

DID you ever think anything about the way in which
we obtain the beautiful feathers that help to ornament
our hats and bonnets? Away off in a country called
Africa lives a bird known as the Ostrich. It is a large
bird with long, slender legs, and such a g-eat long neck
that it is as tall as a very tall man. Nature has given it
these long legs to help it go over ground very rapidly.
When pursued it travels across the sandy plains where
it lives with strides that carry it twenty-five miles an hour.
The Ostrich has very keen sight and sharp hearing, and
its long neck aids it in seeing great distances.
The nest where the mother bird lays the eggs is just
a hollow made in the sand with a shallow border all
around it. The old bird sits on the eggs and keeps them

warm at night, but the rays of the hot tropical sun do the

work in the day time. These eggs are very large, weigh-
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When. the ostrich is about a year and a half old it
falls a victim to the hunter's pursuit. There are a num-
ber of ways for catching them. Sometimes the hunter
clothes himself in the skin of the bird and imitates its
motion so exactly that it is almost impossible to tell the
sham from the real bird. Then when he is within bow
shot of some unlucky bird, his arrow pierces it and it
falls his prey. Sometimes the bird is caught with a
lasso, and in some places the hunter mounts on horse
back and pursues it in that way.
The ostrich lives on roots and grasses and often snails
and small fish. They are shy birds, but with the proper
training can be made quite tame and gentle. They are
very strong, and are sometimes used instead of horses.
Way off in California, there are a number of ostrich
farms, and when you get to be big, perhaps you will be
able to go there and see them. But the very next time
you go to the Zoological Garden, you must get your
mammas to take you to see these wonderful birds. I am
sure you will wonder how such beautiful feathers can
come from such ugly looking birds.











KING LEO'S RESOLVE.


MOTHER NATURE had carpeted the earth with a cover-
ing soft and brown and rustling. Deep in the reds and
yellows she had dipped her paint brush and the trees
gleamed in their grandeur like a flaming forge. The
squirrels had been busy for weeks filling their store houses
with the nuts that would serve for the winter's food, and
the song of the birds had long since ceased, for far away
they'd flown, seeking a warmer home. All the woods
seemed hushed and forsaken.
King Leo noticed all this as he paced through the
forest with restless strides this autumn day. Things had
gone wrong with his majesty and he wondered that the
trees should glow in such brilliancy when all else seemed
dressed in sombre colors. "Why must nature," muttered
he, have this dash of brightness in her adorning while
my life is all gloom and all sadness. Long have I reigned
in the forest as King of Beasts. I've held sway over the







largest of them all, the tigers, wolves and bears have
trembled at my roar, and at my command all have yielded.
Now I'm deserted. No longer am I consulted in affairs


of wisdom. It's months since I have sat on my throne of
holly boughs. I'm forsaken and alone. Is there no way







in which I can win them again ? Must all my life be thus
sorrow and gloom ?"

He sat down to think, and as he thought his heart
grew lighter, and something almost like a smile came
over his face. I'll try it," he said to himself, as he rose
from the rock on which he had been sitting and went
towards home.
And this was what King Leo had been thinking.
Have I ever done anything to make them care for me.
They crowned me their king, but all my reign I have
governed through fear. My roars were as mighty as the
thunder, my will was hard and cruel. For a trifling of-
fense I have taken their lives, and now I am reaping my
reward. If it is not too late I'll begin again. Love, not
fear shall be my motto this time and perhaps someday my
life will be full of happiness instead of woe and misery.
And poor King Leo did begin again and although the
struggle was hard and the time of conquest long he did
prove himself victor at last and died at a very old age,
loved and respected by all the beasts of the forest, having

proved to them all that Love hath greater power than Fear.











THE WILLFUL YOUNG GOBBLER.

MADAME TURKEY put on her shawl and bonnet togo to
hunt for the silliest young turkey about the place, because
that silly young turkey was her son. He had been gone

since early morning, and what had kept him his mother
could not guess. Mother Turkey and her young offspring
lived on a great big farm and had been a very happy pair,
but Mother Turkey was growing anxious. The fields had
become bare and yellow, the trees stood around them tall
and leafless, and this meant a most serious matter. to the
Turkey family-it meant that Thanksgiving Day was
drawing near, and Madame Turkey well knew that per-
haps this handsome young son of hers might grace the
table at some beautifully prepared dinner. She had little
fear for herself for she had grown old and tough, but such
a big, fat bird, as the young gobbler would hardly escape
the farmer's notice. Well she remembered how year after
year her children had fallen victims to the farmer's axe,







and she had tried to show this great big son how day by
day he was running into danger. But talk seemed to
count for nothing, he did not heed his mother's warning
words but ate freely of the yellow corn and the handfuls of
wheat that the farmer's wife scattered temptingly before
them, and of course he grew fatter all the time.
Now do you wonder that Madame Turkey put on her
bonnet and shawl to search for her head-strong son? She
did not have far to go for she met him coming home his
hands in his trousers pockets, and his head up in the air,
looking as though he knew neither fear nor danger. Once
more this good, thoughtful mother reasoned with her fool-
ish son, but he only laughed at her fears, and told her not
to worry about him for no turkey on the place could run
faster than he, and he could easily escape the farmer
should he choose him for his Thanksgiving dinner.
But old heads are often the wisest, and had this silly
young gobbler only listened to his mother he might still
be strutting around the barn yard or perhaps wandering
through the wheat fields, picking up the full ripe grains
that he loved so dearly. The farmer one day as he saun-







tered through the poultry yard spied this well fed gobbler

and decided that no finer bird than he could be found, and

before Mr. Turkey had time to run, he was firm in the


farmer's clutches, and before many minutes his life was

over. What a foolish bird he was, and how much better
it would have been had he only listened to the words of
warning from his good old mother.











THE BICYCLE RACE.


THE. glorious Fourth had proclaimed itself all day
long. Bang! Bang! Bang! went the cannons. Bang!
Bang! Bang! echoed the crackers, and Bang Bang! Bang!
sounded the torpedoes small and great. Gun powder
made the air heavy and oppressive, and the clouds gather-
ing in the sky made one very uncertain as to whether or
not the rain would put an end to all the fun. Large post-
ers in red and blue letters had notified the people that
the most beautiful fire works they had ever seen would
be put off back of the Grove house-so do you wonder
that the sky was watched most anxiously ?
Now the people of the town were not alone in wishing
for a clear night. The young folks who dwelt in the
woods were watching the clouds with just the keenest
interest, even the tiniest speck of blue sky was hailed with
shouts of delight. Were they too going to celebrate this
day of Indep'endence? Why to be sure they were. They








were not going to send off rockets and bombs. Roman
candles and pin wheels were not part of their fun. These
forest folks had invited all their friends to witness a


bicycle race. The bear, the wolf, the fox, the rabbit, the
porcupine and the catamount were to take part, and as no
bicycle race had ever been ridden in these parts the great-







est interest was taken in it by all the animals in the
country round.
For weeks they had been practicing.

Early and late you might see these four
footed fellows
mounted on their
wheels and pushing
them along-just as
fast as ever they i. ,
could. It was not all fun either, for tires would slip off
the rims, nuts constantly became loose and sometimes it
happened that a stone or a twig or something of the sort
sent the rider off his wheel,

S/ and then bent handle bars
must be straightened, or worse
still bruised heads must be
tied up-but all these woes
were part of the undertaking
so no one dared complain, but
must go to work and try again.

Well, all these trials were over now and the evening








had come when fate should decide to whom the honor
belonged. What a crowd had gathered to see them. The
squirrels sat chattering together up in the trees, the
crickets and katy-dids tried to out do each other in their
lively chirrup, and the night-in-gale raised her sweet
voice and poured forth the loveliest music.
One! two! three! croaked the frog, and off they started.

The rabbit was first. Three cheers for Bun shouted
the crowd. "Bruin is ahead! Three cheers for Bruin."
"It's the Fox this time "No, he has lost his place,
Bruin is ahead again I" Oh, what a shame the wolf has
fallen off! No use in trying again, poor wolf, the others
are far ahead."
First it was one and then another until at last just as

the goal was reached little Bun with one mighty effort
came in first. How the crowd cheered and what a happy
fellow Bun was. It was hard for the others, but as some
one must win all felt satisfied that it should be the little
rabbit. Then the lion, who was judge, awarded the prize,
which was the nicest bicycle ever made, and little Bun
went home very happy.











THE EAGLE'S CHRISTMAS.

ON the top of a high mountain a Mother Eagle had
built a nice soft nest. She did not build where some
eagles do, in the cleft of the rocks, but in top of a large
tree. In the nest she laid four eggs, and there, day after
day, she sat on the nest keeping the eggs warm, until one
day she heard a gentle rap-rap against the shell. The knock-
ing grew louder and louder, and a bit of the shell fell off
the end of the egg, and slowly a little head came out, and
then a little body, and in the course of a few hours the old
Mother Eagle found herself with four little ones to look
after. It kept her very busy indeed, supplying all their
wants and she had to make a good many trips to the val-
ley to get them the food they wanted.
All babies must have a name and so the old Mother
Eagle put on her thinking cap, and tried to find a' name
for each child; but like all mammas none was good
enough. At last she decided to call them Tim, Sam,
Chirp and Baldy.







They were a funny looking lot of creatures to be sure,
with their big heads, and mouths always open, and we would
not think them at all pretty; but they seemed beautiful to
their mamma, and she was always trying to think up ways
of making them happy. No children ever spent more

happy days than these little eagles. Strange to say they
never quarrelled. If Sam felt cross and was likely 'to
scold, the other little ones would creep away and leave
him to himself until he was good natured once more.
They loved one another very dearly, and each one was
ready to do as the others wished. They never said, I
won't play, if you do that," as some little boys and girls do.
They were still quite young, so young that they had
not yet learned to fly, when the glad Christmas time
rolled around. The snow had been falling for several
days and the mountain tops were covered with a beautiful
white blanket. On the fir trees just near the eagle's nest
the snow glistened like diamonds in the morning sun.
Sam and Tim, Baldy and Chirp were up early that Christ-
mas morning, for, like all little folks, they wanted to see
if Santa Claus had brought them anything. All the week,








they had been wild with excitement, for, although they
had never had a Christmas, their mamma had told them


all about it and it seemed as if they could never wait for
the day to come. Each tiny eagle had written down just







what he wanted and Mamma had a long list, when she
started off that morning to get the gifts and the Christmas

dinner. Santa Claus was so busy supplying the wants of
the children down in the valley that he did not have time
to visit the nest, but he met the Mother Eagle one day as

he was driving over the mountain, and he had promised
to leave a lot of nice toys for the little ones hidden in the
hollow tree at the foot of the mountain, where she could

get them. Santa Claus has such a good kind heart that
he could not bear to think that even little eagles should
be forgotten on this glad day, when all of God's creatures
should be happy.
All day the little eagles sat on the branches of the tree

which was their home, craning their long necks and
straining their eyes to catch the first sight of their mother
as she flew homeward. They did not even take time for
their mid-day nap, and if they had not been so anxious to
see what their mamma would bring, I fear they would
have dropped asleep and perhaps would have fallen out of
the tree to the ground below. It was nearly twilight

when the mother came home, and how joyfully the little








ones greeted her, and how delighted they were with her
well filled basket. They chattered and chirped in their
own language until their poor mother was almost wild
with, their noise, but she was also very much pleased to
see them all so happy.
What a nice Christmas dinner they had. True, their
turkey was not roasted or garnished as 'ours is, but they
liked itall the better. First there was the nicest, sweet-
est fish you ever saw, served up in true eagle style.
Then a nice rabbit, two young pigeons and some fat
ducks. When the youngsters had finished their dinner,
their mamma brought out a bag of yellow corn and a lot
of rosy cheeked apples, which she had stolen from a far-
mer's wagon. My, how those little eagles did eat. It was
a great wonder they did not all die.
When the feast was over, and the horns and drums,
the bright picture books, and the other pretty toys were
distributed, they all decided that Christmas was the
happiest time imaginable. "Well, really," said little Baldy,

"I wish Christmas came oftener." And all the others

cried, So do we."












THE BEARS AND THE HIVE.


HUG and Squeese were two fat little cubs who lived
with their grandmother. Their mother had been captured
in a trap when they were little tiny bears and Mother
Bruin had taken them to her home and cared for them
ever since. Such times as she had with them-they
seemed to have been born under an unlucky star, and
poor old grandmother Bruin had her hands full. They
had of course fallen victims to the measles and next to the
whooping-cough and they would eat so many sweets, that
the toothache was almost a daily visitor. Grandmother
Bruin used to shake her poor old head until her stiffly
starched cap with its large purple bow would slip away
off over her ear. She did want very much that they
should be good little bears, and she would talk to Hug and
Squeeze so earnestly that they would promise to be
ever so much better, and they really meant it when they
promised, but when mischief came into their heads, like








a good many little boys and girls-they forgot.

Tommy Jones was the gardner's son, and Tommy
wanted very much to become rich. He had been given
some money one day in the fall for gathering chestnuts
for his master's children. Tom was proud to have money
of his own, and tried and tried to think of some plan to
make it more. One day as he passed a shop window he
saw little boxes with honey in them for sale, this put an
idea into Tommy's head. He would go home build some
hives and when spring came get a swarm of bees and then
he too could have honey to sell. Tommy was a wise little
chap to settle on this plan, for the roses grew in great
profusion, the lillies and honey suckle made rich food for
the bees, and the buckwheat fields that gleamed so white
and beautiful had sweetness beyond measure for these
busy little food gatherers.
Well, spring came and Tommy beamed with delight
upon the neatly built hives that were to be the homes of
the honey makers and the source of his wealth.
Then summer came and the work went bravely on until

the cones were dripping with the store of gold -. honey.








Now Hug and Squeeze had been growing all this
while, and the spirit for adventure kept growing with
them. One night Grandmother Bruin had put them to
bed and bade them be good, obedient children. They lay


very still until their grandmother had gone and then as
quietly as mice they crept out of bed and stole cautiously
away. Through the woods they scampered, wild with joy
over their freedom. The road reached, they could not
make up their minds where to go, but the apples in the








gardner's yard had made such fine balls before that they

decided to try a game once more. Off they trotted, reached
the garden, but stopped with wonder when they saw

numbers of queer looking houses standing side by side.
They had never seen hives before and knew nothing about
the savage little creatures that lived inside.

"We will take one home," said Hug, "it will be fine
to play with."

Ball was forgotten and Hug shouldered the hive,
while little Squeeze scampered along at his side. But
they had not gone far when Hug felt a sharp pinch on his
ear, then one on his arm, and then he began to feel as
though he was being stabbed all over. The bees were not
long in finding out Squeeze, and run as they might the
cubs could not escape their tormentors.
They are in the box," said Squeeze, throw it away,
do."

Hug threw away the box, but the bees still held
fast. The more the bears tried to get rid of them, the
closer they clung, and the deeper they drove their stings.

What a dreadful time they had getting rid of them, and







what pitiful sights they were when they reached home.
Their faces were so swollen that it was hard to tell

who they were. Their 'ears were as large as two, and
their poor paws were smarting, as if from a burn. They
were almost afraid to go home, for'they knew they were to
blame for all their suffering, but they felt so very badly
that they decided they must go to grandmother for help.
For little bears are like little children, when they get hurt,
they always want to get home right away. So off they
trotted as fast as possible, and grandmother was very kind
to them in their trouble, she did not punish them for she
thought they had been "\\ll rewarded for their dis-
obedience and meddlesome ways, but as she tucked them
in bed once more, after spreading mud on their swollen
hands and faces sheleaned over them and said, "Will you
try to let this be a lesson and listen more carefully here-
after to your old grandmothers advice." I think the little
bears learned a lesson which lasted them all their lives,
for they lived a great many years in their old home and
never again meddled with what did not belong to them.




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