Front Cover
 Title Page
 Cock Robin
 Vacation at Grandfather's
 Ted's birthday gift
 Tales of the Crusades
 Uncle John's visit
 Back Cover

Title: Cock Robin and other stories
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00084147/00001
 Material Information
Title: Cock Robin and other stories
Uniform Title: Cock Robin
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
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1896   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1896   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1896   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1896
Genre: Children's poetry
Children's stories
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
Statement of Responsibility: by Palmer Cox and E. Veale.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
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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Bibliographic ID: UF00084147
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 004149518
oclc - 232606056

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Cock Robin
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Vacation at Grandfather's
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Ted's birthday gift
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
    Tales of the Crusades
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    Uncle John's visit
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Back Cover
        Page 36
        Page 37
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I, said the, frog,
as I sat on a log,
In company
with others,
I saw him drop.


Who was at hand, to catch his blood?
I, said the owl,
with my big bowl,
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Who'll make a shroud so costly and.fine? .
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Who suffered for his fault, ere a week rolled by?
Who, but the sparrow, that shot the fatal arrow,

And roused the indignation of all creatures far and nigh.


VACATION had come and Dick and I were two of the
happiest boys you could find after a good long search.
Vacation did not simply mean to us that examinations
were over, that now books and slates could be put away,
and study hour given over to play. No indeed! vacation
meant lots more to us, it meant Grandfather's. If any boy
has a grandfather who lives on a big farm with lots of
horses and cows, and whose place is just filled with trees
that grow in exactly the right style for climbing, and if he
has a grandmother who knows how to make the best pies
and puddings and ginger cake men that no baker could
possibly make half as good, then he has some idea of
what vacation meant to Dick and me.
Grandfather's place was many miles from our home.
We had to start quite early in the morning and ride. on
the train, all day-then just about the time the sun com-
menced to creep down back of the hill the train,stopped

at Clearfield, that's the name of the station and out we

popped, eyes wide open for the two big grays that grand-
father always drove. They never failed us, and after get-
ting a good big hug from grandfather we always rubbed
their soft noses, and patted their sleek, fat necks.
Grandmother knew the appetites of her two healthy
grandsons, and made ample preparations, Such piles of
bread and butter as she cut for us, and how good it tasted

spread with grandmother's lovely butter and the golden
honey that the busy bees made.
"Early to bed, and early to rise" was grandfather's
motto, so we boys must wait until breakfast time to tell all
the home news, and to ask after Towser, the watch dog,
and Bess the old donkey, and to hear about the cunning
gray kittens in the barn, and the little fluffy ducklings
only two days old, and the baby lambs.

The sun was not up long, when grandfather called-

"Dick I Rob! .It's time you were a stirring Don't let the
Outside world enjoy all the morning's loveliness, get up

and enjoy yourself."
How we did love the well cured ham that grandmother
had for breakfast, and the new laid eggs that were fried
just right. Everything tasted wonderfully good to us
boys, for hunger is a good sauce, you know.
Breakfast over, we started for the stables. It was
such fun to hear the horses winning for their share of
the apples we carried to Bess, and to see the little baby
colts trot coyly away as we attempted to rub their cunning
faces. Our next visit was made to the calves. Nothing
could -be prettier than these timid little creatures. We
had hard work coaxing them to be
friends, but the salt held out to
them was too great a temptation
and we won at last.
Aaron, the man, was milking.

The milk rose in a snowy foam
as it poured into the shinning

tin pail. We boys were great friends with Aaron and his
round, red face beamed like the sun, as we watched him
with undisguised admiration.
"Mew! Mew! sounded from some far away corner.
Dick went off to search for the cause, and there in an

empty stall lay Malty and her four malty babies. Aaron
gave us a saucer of milk for her, and she purred gently as
though she were trying to express her thanks. The old gob-
bler strutted around the barn yard, seeming to suggest
that he too was a subject for admiration.
The boy Dan had gone to the corn field to pull
out the weeds that had gathered between the rows. Dick
and I started off to join him, but what a laugh we had
when. we reached the top of the hill. There stood the
funniest looking thing you ever saw. It was a scare crow
rigged up in an old suit of Dan's with one of grandfather's
hats on its head, a wooden gun in its hand, and a powder
flask swung under its arm. But the funniest sight of all
was to see a crow perched onthe top of the hat, no more
scared than Dick and I were.
Days went so fast that vacation was over before we

realized it, and the time had come for us to go home. It
was hard work to leave so much fun, but we had to make

the best of it, and look forward to another summer and
more happy day at Grandfather's,


IT was Ted's birthday. Eight years ago, Grandma
told him as she wished him many happy returns of the day,
and gave him a great big hug and a kiss-he was just the
tiniest mite of a

Thing but now she
I'iiln -considers him

.. -quite a good size
-. boy for his age.
j -' Ted liked to be
.A: told 'he was big,
and he held up

his head and threw back his shoulders just to make him-
self as tall as ever he could.
Now Papa had a birthday kiss for Ted too, but he had
something besides that. Right along side of Ted's chair
at the table was the loveliest red wheel barrow all finished
off in black and gold. You should have seen Ted's eyes

when they spied the treasure. They grew bigger and big-
ger until you might almost think they would drop out of
his head. He had wanted a wheel barrow for ever so long,
and now that his wish was to be fulfilled he was too pleased
to say one word. .Papa looked almost as pleased as Ted,
he did so like to make his boy happy.
Ted's birthday came in the spring. He thought it
was a beautiful time to have a birthday-the whole out-
side world seemed to put on its prettiest dress in honor of

.the day, and as
S. '.I Ted sat at the
table trying to
-.. ea t his break-
W,. fast, but too full

of delight over
his wheel barrow
to care very much,
the breezes heav-
ily ladened with the perfume of the blossoms stole softly
in at the half opened windows.
Little Bess was Ted's three year old sister, and she

was also his pet and plaything. Ted was an idol to Bess
and to share in his play was her greatest happiness. Bess
thought the new wheel barrovw the most beautiful thing
she had ever seen.
Go put your bonnet on and I'll take you for a ride,"
said Ted.
What fun they had and how frightened Bess grew
when Ted trunneled her so swiftly around the corners.
Ted laughed at her fear and went all the faster.
But Ted's fearlessness led to sad trouble. Just as they
started at full speed down the hill, off came the wheel, out
went Bess and the .I ..... .----
pretty red wheel o
barrow fell all to ____ |. .
pieces. No bones
were broken, but
two broken heart-
ed little children
picked up the _
pieces and went into the house to mother. Mother kissed
and petted them both, and comforted Ted with the promise
that Father would mend it and make it as good as new.


LONG, long years ago before your grandfather, or your
great-grandfather or your great-great-great-grandfather
was born something happened away across the Atlantic
Ocean which set that great big country in a regular hub-
bub. The Turks, a nation living in Asia had gotten pos-
session of a country called Palestine or the Holy Land,
and it was to try and get it once more in her possession
that all Europe was so greatly exercised.
The Holy Land was a place very dear to the hearts of
the Christian people, it was the place of sacred relics and
when the Turks conquered it some of their rulers behaved
very badly. Not all, for some of them treated the Christ-
ians with much kindness, but others persecuted them
shamefully. It was the custom of the Christian people
to make pilgrimages to this holy spot to bring gifts of
money and to worship there, many of them walked all the
distance reaching the place of worship ragged and foot-

sore. But these peo- 4. l i abused these relig-
pie who had taken lious visitors most
possession had a ,ll cruelly. Some of the
very different relig- P Christians who still
ion from the pil- : made their home in

grims and they often .the Holy Land suf-

fered severely from the hands of the Turks. They did
more than this, they destroyed their places of worship,
and tried to interfere with their pilgrimages.
At last the people could stand it no longer and it was
decided that nothing remained but to go to war against
the Turks, and a poor monk named Peter the Hermit, who
had suffered at the hand of this Eastern nation and who
had seen the sufferings of his fellow creatures went forth

preaching against these cruelties and rousing the people
so greatly that thousands of men, rich and poor gave up

everything to go fight for the Holy Land.
A great and mighty army was formed and men full of

zeal and vigor led these hosts of men. Now these soldiers
were called Crusaders or cross wearers ,.

owing to the red cross which they wore
on their shoulders and the wars were
called the Crusades.

These pilgrims 1
too many almost
to count marched
forth armed with their
bright and shining weap-
ons. It was a grand sight to -

behold this vast body of soldiers.
One Crusade after another was formed-eight in all
and victory and defeat both met them. These wars lasted
many years-after the eighth Crusade had been formed
and the army conquered by the Turks, the expeditions
were abandoned and the Eastern nations held the land.


THERE were four of them counting the baby; Fred
and Nell, Tot and baby Joe. Of course little Joe knew
nothing about it, but the rest knew that Mother had gone
off on the steam cars early that morning to find a place
where they meant to stay all the summer long. What
jolly times they meant to have They knew all about it,
for Mary the nurse had once lived in the country, and she
had told them beautiful stories about the cows and the
horses, and the little baby chickens that were so soft and
yellow. They had heard too, about the pigthat had a ring
put in his nose because he rooted up all the young plants
that were put in the ground. Fred could scarcely wait to
go fishing, with a rod and line, like Mary's brother used
to have. He could, make them. Papa's cane had served
him for a pole, and he had found a string and a pin in
Mother's sewing basket. Nell wanted to wear a sun bon-
net and go after black berries, and Tot meant to find all

the nests where the hens laid the eggs that Father loved
to have for his breakfast. Poor Mary was almost crazy

with the questions they kept asking her, and she sighed
as she looked at the clock and found that it was more than

four hours before Mother would be at home to satisfy the
curiosity of these noisy little tormentors.
Ding! Dong! sounded the front doorbell. It was Uncle
John, the dearest, best uncle that ever lived, so the children
thought. Uncle John had come to see Mother, and find-
ing she was away from home, decided that he would wait
until her return.
The children were right in thinking well of Uhcle
John for a kinder man never lived. He pitied poor Mary
when he saw her tired face, so he asked her to leave him
with the children for a while, he thought they would get
along very well indeed. Mary was only too glad to leave
them, and went off to have a cup of tea and a chat with
the cook.

Uncle John felt quite proud of himself as the children
gathered around, listening with rapt attention to the tales
of the wonderful things he had seen. By and by baby Joe
grew restless, for all this talk failed to please him, and his
little lips quivered, and great big tears rolled down his
cheeks. Out of his pocket came Uncle John's watch, and
baby grabbed hold of it eagerly. Uncle John started off

once more with his wonderful tales but interest was lost
and failure seemed to stare him in the face. At last Fred
spied something, Uncle John's glasses had met his fancy,
then his dairy fell a victim to Fred's searches. Nell with
an eye to the beautiful, and a love for finery had mounted
a chair to rob Uncle of his necktie. Tot was missing by
this time, but not for long, for in she walked with Uncle's
beaver hat perched on or rather over her curly head. By
this time Uncle had repented of his eagerness to relieve
poor Mary, and looked around helplessly for some means
of getting rid of these children. Relief came much sooner
than he had expected for Mother had taken an earlier
train, and had hurried home to her darlings. Then Uncle
John was forgotten, but he.made up his mind that never
as long as he lived would he play nurse maid to four
small children.
It was much more of a task than he had bargained
for, and he said, (to himself, of course) that he did not see
how Mary managed to live, if they were always as full of
mischief as they were that day. But that was all because
he was not used to their pranks; not because they were bad.

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