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'*1 # 1g *ll4 :lk, j The Baldwinr LibrJdrY Urdunrl) Plrr 11 ~~ :- _ I - o., , TINY'S OWN STORY BOOK. --,,,-o q-- b ~C- By UNCLE JOHN. NEW YORK: THE AMERICAN NEWS COMPANY, 39 & .1 CHAMBERS STREET. COPYRIGHT 1882, BY THE AMIERICAN NEWS COMPANY. PUSSY AND THE BIRD. Pussy, pussy, what big eyes! Tell me what you see ? Ah, I know, and I can tell, 'Tis birdie on the tree. Pussy, pussy, go away, Let poor birdie be; You have lots of milk to drink. Miss Puss! will you mind me? Oh, you naughty little cat! You never hear a word; You still sit there, with cruel teeth, Waiting for the bird. But birdie sees you, Pussy cat, And he has flown away; "Ah, Pussy, now go home," he says, "And come another day." GOING TO SKATE. Harry is twelve years old. His father gave him a fine new pair of skates. The ice was very thick on the pond, and his mother gave him leave to go and skate. How nice he looks in his warm coat and skating cap! What warm gloves he has, and good thick shoes! But who is that by his side ? Poor Jack Slocum, shivering with the cold! He has no kind father nor mother to care for him. He is asking Harry if he will be so "good as to give him a penny to buy some bread. You will see another picture that will show you what Harry did. "- *I-I .1 I -i . * ^' 'l ;' .' '. : . . ',*" *] .*^:1 ' *-' -* A . _~i r .- . ai ._h_-____ WHAT HARRY DID. Oh, what a nice kitchen! How clean and warm it looks! What a kind face Mary the cook has! What is she going- to do with that mug of hot soup and plate of bread? See, who is that ragged, cold, hungry boy in the corner? Does he live there? No, that is Jack Slocum, the boy who was asking Harry for a penny, in the picture before this. Harry did not go skating. He took Jack right home, and asked Mary to "give him some dinner, and let him warm himself by the fire. Harry has gone to see if his mother has a warmer coat to give Jack. SLI Ui I, I / 1/ ,/ ; i THE PIG AND THE HORSE. Ugh ugh What are those horses doing here, I'd like to know, waking me and my little pigs up from our nap ?" said an old pig who had been asleep near the fence; " go back to your stable, you lazy creatures !" "You call us lazy, do you?" said the lbig horse. You are the lazy one; you do nothing but eat and stuff, and sleep all day long I work for my master. I draw his plow, take his hay to the market, and do a great many other things. You are a dirty idle thing! When winter comes, you will be killed. That's the end of you. I -. . 'r C' -.- I:' ','! L- r: II N.-n~; -'-- L -~:> THE BLACKBIRD. Reuben is feeding Tip, his pet blackbird. See what a pretty cage he has! Carlo and Toby are Reuben's dogs. They are very handsome. They love their young master, and follow him all over. But if Reu- ben puts his coat on a chair and says, Carlo, watch !" nobody could tempt Carlo away. And if any one should try to take the coat away from the chair, Carlo would growl and bite. But he never bites any one, unless they come to steal, or harm his master. The dogs think that they ought to have some bread as well as Tip. ; 4- 7Zi0\ I :'d 'I CJ?, ., ... :r ul'' B ,, F ---- LITTLE ANNIE. Little Miss Dolly in the wheel- barrow sat, While Annie the flowers did pick; A nice little nosegay she was go- ing to make, To take to Mamma, who was sick. She gathered the roses so white and so pink; The lilies and violets'too; And her own little cheeks were as red as the rose, And her eyes as the violets, blue. I~I "II LI ' met-- sh ,ir 7. LITTLE ANNIE. Then Dolly a ride in the garden she took; What a nice little pony she made! All down the smooth garden paths she ran, And Miss Dolly was never afraid. But now it is time for her own morning nap, And Dolly must have one too; So, with Dolly in arms, she lays herself down, In her crib so pretty and new. NAMING THE KITTENS. Mamma," said Willic, Puss has four little kittens. They are up in the hay-loft. Won't you come and see them ?" In a minute, Willie," said Mam- ma. When Mamma saw the kit- tens, she said they were very pretty. She asked Willie what their names were to be. I want the black one to be Jet," said Willie; the white one with a black spot on its nose will be Smudge; this one, Spot; and I don't know what to name this ?" "Won't Tip do?" asked Mamma. Yes," said Willie, so the last was called Tip. T HE FOX. This fox looks hungry. He has come from his hole away off in the woods, to find something to eat, or to take home to Mrs. Fox and her little family. IPerhaps he is waiting till night comes, Then he will go to the farm yard yonder, and find a chicken or a duck. Ducks are easier to get hold of, be- cause they sleep on the ground. Chickens roost on high perches, where foxes find it hard to climb up to them. There is snow on the ground, and this fox must take care, or the farmer will see the foot-marks in the snow to-morrow morning, and i-- ... .. .... -u _i I -- "- '^^ '' THE Fox. follow up the marks till he comes to where the fox lives. Then, if he sets a trap at the mouth of the burrow, Mister Fox will have ci- ther to stay inside and starve, or come out and be caught. Or the farmer may dig down into the hole. Then Mister Fox and family are sure to be killed. Some farmers keep dogs for hunting foxes. These are called Fox-hounds. They have long drooping ears, strong legs, and can run very fast. Fox-hounds do not hunt by sight; they know which way the fox has gone, by the scent or smell the fox leaves behind, as he runs across the meadows or pastures, and they follow on and THE Fox. on, till, at last, they come up with the fox, and worry him to death in a minute. When many of these dogs are kept together, they are called a pack; and on certain hunting days, a number of men meet on horse- back, and the pack pursues the fox, while the men and horses follow, over fences and across brooks and swamps, and through the woods, till the fox is overtaken, and killed by the dogs. Before the dogs eat the fox, the huntsman cuts off his tail, and gives it to whoever was nearest up to the pack when the fox was caught. This tail is called the brush." THIE GUINEA-PIGS. Here is Mrs. Guinea, and her five little babies Did you ever have a guinea-pig ? They are funny little creatures, very tame, and love to be petted. We once had a little guinea-pig, that used to go on the table, and run to whoever called it. When very much pleased, he made a funny little grunting noise. Our guinea-pig used to drink milk. If you do not keep them very clean, they will get sick and die. When you have pets, you should always take great care of them, and see they have plenty to eat, and clean water to drink. "Jt-' " .-- t - -' ,,.-. ' T4 '-f-_ - ^:^^*^ ^^^;:tX5^ Two STRANGE VISITORS. Fanny Fanny! look, oh, do look! here is a little boy; who is he ? where did he come from ?" Fanny came running up, and she cried out, Why, there is a little girl as well! Let us ask them to play with us. Little girl, will you play with Robby and me ?" But the little girl would not say a word, nor would the little boy speak to Robby, but kept laughing at him, and poking his finger at him. The children thought they. were very rude, for they had been taught to answer when spoken to. They did not know it was only themselves. ItI OUR CHRISTMAS PUDDING. Dear me !" cried Grandpa, as the children rushed to the door, "what can the matter be?" Hurrah!" cried Harry, and a lot of little voices shouted, "Let me, do let me !" Mamma smiled as Aunt Mary came in, with a large pudding on a dish. There it was! a big ball full of plums, with a lovely sprig of holly and red berries on the top. It was the Christmas pudding, and all the children wanted to help bring it in. These little folks must eat only a little of this rich pud- ding, or they may not be able to play Christmas games this evening. h1 I iIF ( . MENDING THE BOAT. Simon is mending his boat. His father is a ship builder, and makes fishing boats and yachts for racing. Simon and his sister Lucy, whom you see in the picture, live with Father and Mother near a large bay, where there are creeks run- ning into the ocean. The other three boys are Cousins George, Will and Arthur. Simonand Lucy often go with their father sailing on the bay; they think it fine fun, though Lucy says she is a little afraid when the wind blows very hard, and the waves splash over the side of her father's boat. Simon has learned the names of ', ,i:'.' I. ,, '., 4. - -- -- ..., Iy1 46 , Ii I .......... % .'- "" ...%~ -- i MENDING THE BOAT. all the parts of a boat, and likes to see his father at work making one. Last year Simon was at the top of his class at school, and his father at Christmas time made him a present of this pretty schooner. Simon called it the "Saucy Polly." The Saucy Polly was painted black with a white streak around the sides, and she had a long strip of lead screwed to her keel, to make her sail steadily. Simon could not try his boat for some time, for the winter days were too cold. But at last the warm spring days came, and Simon and the other boys took the boat down to the creek to try her for the first time. Simon and Cousin George started MENDING THE BOAT. the boat from one side of the creek, while Arthur and Will watched from the other side, so that when she had sailed across they could turn her round and send her back again. The Saucy Polly sailed finely, and went across and back again four times safely, but at last a heavy puff of wind came, and blew the little vessel right in among the big stones by the shore. It broke the topmast and tore one of the sails. But Simon had learned from his father how to mend boats, so the boys carried the Saucy Polly to the house, and now she is being mended. Soon she will be ready for another voyage. FLoSSY. Do you see Ada and her dog Flossy? Flossy is the kind of dog called a spaniel. He is black except his legs and feet, which are white or gray, and on his nose there is a white streak. His bushy tail is very handsome; it looks like heavy black fringe, and he has long silky ears that hang down nearly to the ground. Flossy is a knowing fellow, and has been taught many tricks by Cousin Tom, who, when he went away to school, gave the dog to Ada to keep till he comes back. Now, Flossy," Ada will say,. . . FLOSSY. "you must be Grandpa." She puts a cap on his head, and a pair of spectacles on his nose, and a little pipe in his mouth ; then he sits up on his hind legs and holds a paper in his fore paws, and pretends to read. If you could but see his funny little brown eyes peeping out through the big glasses, how you would laugh! In a little while, Ada says, "Now you have read the paper enough. You must be tired. You must take a nap." So she takes away the paper and the pipe, and puts Flossy on a big arm chair. Then he leans back and pretends to be asleep. No one can coax him to open his eyes till Ada FLOSSY. calls out "sugar!" Then he jumps down, and runs and barks to get his piece of sugar. Ada thinks so much of her little friend, that I do not know whether she will want to part with him when Cousin Tom comes back; but that will be a long time yet. This morning Ada and Flossy have had a long play in the garden. Now she is sitting down on the grass, under the shadow of the large elm tree, and holds the dog as if she were having her picture taken. Mister Flossy looks quite at ease, and content. I think he ought to be, with so good a home and so kind a little mistress. Don't you ? MILKING THE GOAT. What a curious place to find a goat in! On board a ship at sea. But Mistress Nannie seems quite at home, and she cannot be very hungry, for she does not eat the potato peelings which Jack has thrown just in front of her. Per- haps she has been taken on ship- board to give milk for some sick little boy or girl who is a passen- ger. Goats must be good sailors, for they are very sure footed. Nannie has a little cabin built on the deck, with a good bed of hay, and in stormy weather Jack shuts her in there, to keep her dry and warm, '~-II rV J j I, j i HOME FROM SCHOOL. School is closing to-day, for the long holidays. The boys and girls have cleared up their desks, and packed their books and slates. Many good-byes have been said to the teachers. The children have left the school house with loud hur- rahs, and are going home, thinking of what fun they will have before school days come again. Harry has got the prize for hav- ing been the best behaved boy in the class. He runs home as fast as he can, and in the path through the woods, he meets his mother, who has been waiting for him. "Maimma," said Harry, I have W ,l of / I. - -- ' HOMLE FROM SciiOOL. got the prize. It is a book. It is just the one I have wanted." "I am very glad that your teacher thinks you deserve it, m\I boy," said his mother. I have been watching for you for some time. Ve will go in now, and you can show me your new book." \Vhile Harry and his mother are goin r to the house, let me tell you about him. When school began, his teacher said she would give a prize to the one who had the best marks. She did not mean lesson marks. alone, but the one who was always in time, and who was orderly and kept the rules of the school, besides trying to learn lessons. That one HOME FROM SCHooL. was to have the prize. All the boys and girls were pleased, and each one hoped to ()et it. For a time it seemed as if there were so many g more than one prize. But after a time many of them forgot. Harry did not. He got up early every morning to helJp his mother, or run errands; he would have the walk swept, and all things in order be- fore breakfast. Then he was ready to start for school. So he was never late, and he tried hard to learn. When the teacher gave Harry the prize this morning, all the class agreed that he had fairly earned it. PICKING BLACKBERRIES. This is little Katie. She has come from school, and asked her mother if she might go and pick blackberries, as she had seen so many large ripe ones, by the side of the road, as she came home. Her mother gave her leave to go; so Katie took her basket, that Aunt Jane gave her at Christ- mas, and off she went, singing as merrily as a little bird. When she came to the place where the blackberries were, she looked carefully, and picked only the ripest berries. Soon her basket was full, so she reached home in good time. Y: I s- -z 5; i- I:.. fir . '1P' sar-+ i w r-- -- I- . '' 1 : :ellL81i3?SBc= _'f ;- dil Ii- wj E;'f'fi5EY'9 -- PICKING BLACKBERRIES. But there is the most fun picking berries when a party of children go together, each one with a basket or a tin pail. Then the boys and girls try to see which one is the best picker. That does not always mean the one who picks the most berries. It means the one who fills the basket with the best and ripest berries. A boy or girl whose basket is filled with unripe fruit is a careless picker. Even in so small a thing as pick- ing berries, the work should be done in the best way; and the one who does the best and most careful work in little things, is nearly always the one who does the best in other kinds of work. Uncle, please tell us about Gi- raffes. Where do they live ? Giraffes live in the hot parts of Africa. Those in the wild beast shows, all come from there. The giraffe has long fore legs and neck. His back slopes so from neck to tail, that you could not hold on to ride him, even if he would let you try. His hair is short and thick, and of a reddish white, with brown spots. He feeds on grass and leaves of trees. The giraffe is a peaceful animal, but if he is attacked he will defend himself with his hind feet. Hunt- ers say he can Ikeep off even a lion. BIRDS IN THE WOODS. " Pewit, pewit, peep, peep, pewit," Sang the little birds all day; In the shady wood, where they loved to swing On the leafy bough and spray. And there they lived, and built their nest, In the branch of a chestnut tree; And little birdies came at last, The prettiest you could see. From morn to eve their song is heard, All day the Summer through; When Autumn came with chilling blast, To warmer climes they flew. But winter past, again the woods Put on the dress of Spring; And then we know it also will Our little songsters bring. S.t ;, o; .J .- ,'~ ~ ~ ~ f '-._ .d ,--,', .3.:, -_, t,~~ :, .; ., , '1' 'A 2'M~ ". L<' ' :. '.':"- CHARLIE'S I)DRUM. It is Christmas morning! When Charlie woke up he found that Santa Claus has left in his stocking the drum he had wished for. He could hardly cat his breakfast. He wanted to play on his drum. He said he would be a soldier when he grew big. Mamma told him that soldiers have to do what they are told. If he wished to be a soldier, he must begin to mind while he was a little boy. When Charlie heard this, he eat his bread and milk without saying a word. As soon as he had done, he asked if he might go. Mamma gave him leave, so he ' : 'Q i.41 .q-ill jej Mr - !l j. ,I, l"1 CHARLIE'S DR\U. went to the play room and found the red cap \Malmma had made him. Hie put it on and got his drum. Then lie began, rub-a-dul), dub ! He was making" such a noise he never heard the door open or knew there was any one there, un- til some one said Hallo! Charlie, what's all this noise about ?" Oh, Uncle George," said Char- lie, is that you ? I am so glad. Won't you play soldiers ? You know you are a real captain, and I want to be your drummer boy. May I, Uncle George ?" "Well, Charlie, if you don't change your mind when you are grown bigger, perhaps you may. We'll talk about it when the time CHARLIE'S D)RUM. comes. I want to know if a little boy I know would like to g( with me for a sleigh ride ? We will go to see his cousins." Oh, yes," said Charlie, clapping his hands. Shall we go now, Uncle? and may I take my drum to show Fred and Harold ?" "Yes," said Uncle, "come, put on your things. We must hurry, for the horses don't like to wait in this cold weather. Ask Mamma to wrap you up well, for Jack Frost is out this morning, and he may try to get a bite at your ears." Very soon, Charlie was ready. Now, kiss Mamma good-bye, for we are going to keep you( all day at our house." And off they went. PussY CHEATED. Oh Pussy! Pussy how silly you are Do you think a big cat like you can get into that boot ? Ah, Mister Rat, you are very cunning ; you spied the little hole at the bottom. Perhaps you thought it was made on purpose for you to get out at. How glad you were to see it! There you are, running away as fast as you can. Puss will not catch you this time. When you are safe in your own hole, you can laugh to think how you cheated Mrs. Puss. Poor Puss! another time she will know better than to go into a boot which has a hole in the sole. IIf, d r, 6 S III S... ," ,. ,,Ul, I _.1,, ..t: : Q .1 'I ,,. l l~lI ,,',i, ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ,. ,",, ,.-' ii''!,,, - S i """: i ' '" 311 NN -- -:_. ,_ ~ 5- A -i, < _ .OF. __, &.. _- ':-:" :_ a,, .- ED AND HIS DONKEY. You wonder why Ed leads the donkey along the road without saddle or bridle, and with only a rope halter round his head. Listen and I will tell you. Ed keeps his donkey in a pas- ture lot. Jack has all the grass he can eat, and good water to drink. At night he sleeps in a little shed. But Jack, for all this, is not content, and when he finds a hole in the fence he will go off and roll in the dusty road. Yesterday Ed's mother wanted two heavy baskets taken to the village store. So Ed went to the pasture to bring Jack to put !lim IBM-, ', ,,T , -9 -j d- -T -i ' "' ' h.. 4IAi ,--- /.- ,',1 -* ., ., iPI ;:z. s r.-' _ -___ : - ---- 2-- ---: - Ej iN) I I Is DONKEY. in the little cart. But Ed called in vain. There was no Jack. He had Lonfe. Then Ed looked at the fence, and saw there was a big gap in it. This was how Jack had (got out. Ed ran and told his mother. Then he took the baskets to the village in a wheelbarrow. After that he started off to find Jack. Meanwhile Jack had gone a long way. He had rolled in the dust, and never thought of home. Soon night came, and Jack wished he was in his shed; so he turned to go back. Just then a man came and led him into a barn yard, and locked him in a shed. How Jack did wish he was back home! ED AND HIS DONKEY. Ed searched that night till late, but did not find Jack. Next day he went again, and, at last, came to where Jack was locked up. Ed asked the man if he had seen Jack. The man laughed, and said yes." He took Ed to the shed. Oh, how glad Jack was to see his kind master again Ed thanked the man for taking care of Jack, and started home with him. There they are! Jack is tired and hungry, and thinks to himself he will not run away again. Ed is tired too. He thinks that after this he will see that there are no more broken places in the fence, for Jack to get out and run away. (RANDPA'S GIRL. To-day. is Grandpa's birthday. Emma has been out in the garden, rolling her hoop. She is six years old. Grandpa called to her from the window, and she ran to him, to wish him many returns of the day. Grandpa kisses her for her good wishes. Then she runs off to tell Mamma breakfast is ready. Mamma says she will come in a minute. She is tying up a little bunch of violets for Emma to give to Grandpa. How sweet they are! Now the flowers are ready, and Mamma and Emma go in to give them to Grandpa. He will be so pleased! i I , ,, ,i " ; I k.k pT7 ~i; c / /'V BUZZ AND COON. Buzz and Coon are two Scotch terrier dogs. They are so nearly alike, that Harry can scarcely tell which is which. He has to look carefully at their noses. The one whose nose is a little blacker and sharper than the other is Coon. There he is, on your right hand. Uncle George gave these dogs to Harry. He made two kennels, and put each dog in his own ken- nel, with the name marked over the door, Buzz and Coon. Then he nailed little slats across the doors, and directed the kennels to Harry, and sent them by express. When Harry saw the wagon come -IfA l it ~ j. .' -.,, ,'".-,I'.',,:, -_ ,. ,.. ,,t ,, .. .. , :_ o:.._ .' : _.._ I .. ,! ... BUZZ AND COON. he ran out to see. The driver said, Here are two kennels for you, Master Harry; where shall they be put?" Harry was delight- ed. His mother said they must be taken down to the stable; so Harry took them. They were not heavy, for Buzz and Coon are only small dogs. Each dog keeps to his own ken- nel, and they like to go out with Harry when he goes walking. Since Buzz and Coon have been here, Harry says there are no rats to be seen round the stable. But they got hold of one of Papa's slippers last week, and shook it all to pieces. He had to buy a new pair. BUZZ AND COON. Harry has taught Coon a great many tricks. He tried to teach Buzz, but soon found that it was easier to teach Coon; he is the sharper of the two. Coon will sit up on his hind legs, and lift his fore paw to his head, as 'if to take his hat off. Harry says that, in this, Coon is more polite than some boys are. Then Harry puts a piece of cake on Coon's nose; Coon sits quite still, though he can smell the cake, and wants to eat it. But he waits till Harry snaps his fingers; then he springs up, tossing the bit of cake in the air, and catches it in his mouth as it falls. Would you like such a sharp dog as Coon ? THE PET LAMB. Susan has a pet lamb. His name is Frisk. When Frisk was only two days old, his mother fell from a bridge into the river, and was drowned. Sue found the little lamb, next morning, in the lane. He was very feeble, and nearly dead. Susan took him to the house, and fed him with bread and milk, and soon the lamb was able to run about. Susan's father said if she would take care of Frisk he should be hers. When Susan comes with her basket of grass and clover, Frisk runs to her. Mam- ma gave her a little bell, and she has strapped this around his neck. 11 r 'r L'-"I ;.: Iiij: i Y * .^W'^W * -st ^ i',^ ^_, -/;; '^ -., -; "--- ; -''.' -,;^ ac THE MARTEN. Here you see a marten. He is nearly as large as a cat, but his legs are shorter. He is a nimble fellow, and can climb trees a good deal better than Puss can. He has very sharp long claws. His coat of fur is brown color, except just under the chin and throat. There it is light yellow. His fur is soft, short and thick, and makes a warm cloak. It would take the skins of a good many martens to make a long fur cloak for you. The marten lives in the woods. He likes to make his home in the hollow trunk of a tree. Then he "goes up among the branches, and ii I:i "::I I J.!'i I .Eir I I :,G r 5i- 1 : I ,1.1!.- IPsa---- 3%$it- I ':""""138CbRn""" Qalg 'CBt3BIII: 'r. li I I i TIIE MARTEN. keeps quiet. When a bird comes near, the marten springs upon him, and carries him off. The marten is a great chicken thief. If he can find a good place to hide near a farm-yard, he will go to the hen roost every night, and the farmer will miss one or more of his chickens every morn- ing. The farmer must set a trap then, or he will soon have no chickens at all. I think the marten in the pic- ture crept up that tree after a bird. He has not caught him. The bird must have hopped to the next branch before the marten got there. Look how sharp and eager the marten looks! r'\ '3 '' r, I r i: * i P nle nl;u ........... gr I'w % 41 Z-14 |