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Group Title: The pet of the family : stories, sketches, poems and pictures for the youth
Title: The pet of the family
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Title: The pet of the family stories, sketches, poems and pictures for the youth
Physical Description: 128 p., 10 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Shelton, W. H ( William Henry ), 1840-1932? ( Illustrator )
Hayden, Edward Parker, d. 1922 ( Illustrator )
Taylor, William Ladd, 1854-1926 ( Illustrator )
Hirschberg, Carl, 1854-1923 ( Illustrator )
Hopkins, Livingston, 1846-1927 ( Illustrator )
Merrill, Frank T ( Frank Thayer ), b. 1848 ( Illustrator )
Beckmann, Ludwig, b. 1822 ( Illustrator )
Lawson, Lizzie ( Illustrator )
Humphrey, Maud, b. 1868 ( Illustrator )
Sanford, D. P. ( Author )
Bates, Clara Doty, 1838-1895 ( Author )
Prescott, Mary N ( Mary Newmarch ), 1839?-1888 ( Author )
Miller, Emily Huntington, 1833-1913 ( Author )
W.B. Conkey Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: W.B. Conkey Company
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1896
Subject: Children -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
African American children -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Clothing and dress -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1896   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1896   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1896
Genre: Children's poetry
Children's stories
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
General Note: Illustrations signed by W.H. Shelton, Parker Hayden, W.L. Taylor, Carl Hirschberg, Livingston Hopkins, F.T. Merrill, Ludwig Beckmann, Lizzie Lawson,and Maud Humphrey,
General Note: Some stories signed Mrs. D.P. Sanford and some poems signed Mrs. Clara Doty Bates, Mary N. Prescott, or Emily Huntington Miller.
General Note: Many Illustrations of children in period dress, including African American children, and shown involved in a variety of activities.
Statement of Responsibility: by celebrated authors and artists.
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." rude p:,layfuilnres,
and somewllere
in the air a voice
sang pityingly, "A child of the people."
And this is what Christine saw: Around,a beautiful green


tree, lighted by a hundred tiny lamps, a band of laughing
fairies, dancing to the sound of glad, delicious music.

--TIh I cold. Little face

- --- the hliining gla-s, and
the blue eyes grew
wide and wistful
The frolicsome wind
threw back the scarlet hood and tossed the yellow ringlets
wildly about.


One of the fairies turned a joyous face towards the window.
Christine started. Surely it was Gertrude, the little girl who
gave her the great piece of golden cake. Was the Christ-Child
pleased, she wondered, and is that why he sent her those lovely,
spangled wings ?
Ohl, how happy the fairies were! The white, gauzy dresses,
covered with stars of silver and gold, sparkled, and gleamed,
and flashed in the colored light o0 the tiny lamps. One fairy
utood up on a great, high table, spread her wings and fluttered
down. One flew into a beautiful lady's lap, and the lady clasped
her in her arms and kissed her.

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Sleigh-bells jingled aloiL the streets, and the fairies, hearing
them, laughed and screamed and fell to giving good-bys at a
wonderful rate. Then the stars saw another stream of silvery
light, and little Christine drew back and shut her eyes, the
fairies were so near.
The sleigh-bells tingled, and jingled, and grew faint, and died
away. The stars, looked down on Christine, and Christine looked
up ,at the stars.
"0 Christ-Child," she murmured, "I gave my bread and butter
)to Fritz."
Would he give her a pair of wings? She was growing very,
Very sleepy.
"Christ-Child," she called again, loudly, I gave my bread and
)utter to Fritz."


Listen! A flutter of wings. 0 stars, what did you see there?
"I hear you, little Christine," said a voice sweeter than the
sweetest niusic; you will never be cold and hungry again."
And the Christ-Child fastened a pair of spangled wings upon
her shoulders, and together they flew up to the smiling stars.

" Dogs and Snowshoes.

-M WAY in the Northland, where
the summer lasts only two
or three months, and where, as soon
Sas it is gone, the snow lies thick
on the ground, and the wintry
blasts howl through the bare and
lonely forests, are the posts of the
fur traders. Here, far from their
friends, they pass the long and
dreary months, buying of the
[ e tIndians the skins of the wild ani-
emals they have killed, and selling
ESQUlMAUX. them in exchange for powder and
shot, blankets, tea and many other such things.
These posts often lie hundreds of miles apart, and if anybody wishes to
visit one in the winter, the only way will be by dog-sledge.
First the sledge must be made. A
board about ten feet long and sixteen
inches wide is found, and having had
it steamed to make the wood soft, one
end is bent up as a sort of dash-board.
Then the board in its new shape has
heavy leather fastened around its edges
and across its front, till it looks like a
great slipper. ,
The inside is now lined with fur
robes, and the passenger gets- in. He
sits down in what represents- the slip-
per's heel, and stretching his legs down
into the toe, wraps his thick robes all
about him, and away he goes over
the snow.
But stop! He does not go till he ,
gets his dogs, and that is often a hard
piece of work. As soon as it is known
that a traveler wishes dogs, there is no ARCTIC GIRL DRESSED rOR A RIDE.

end to the number that are brought him to select from; dogs with one
eye or one ear gone, for their masters often beat them cruelly; dogs old
.and young, every kind, in short, but good ones, and these the owners
keep back until they are sure they cannot sell the poor ones. But at last
the dogs are selected and a guide is engaged.
Besides the sledge upon which he rides the traveler must have another
to carry his own and the dogs' food, the kettles and pots with which his
food is to be cooked, and so on. This is made less carefully, as. you will see


'by the picture on the opposite page. But, at last, when all is ready four dogs
are harnessed to each sledge, the guide puts on his snow-shoes, the traveler
takes his seat, cracks his long whip, the dogs give a howl and a spring,
and away they go over the snow and are soon out of sight.
At mid-day a short halt is made for dinner; the snow is scraped away,
a fire is made, and a kettle hung over it to boil for tea, and the meal is
eaten. Meanwhile the poor dogs look on hungrily while their masters dine.
But the short rest is soon over,. the whips crack again, and on they go.

By and by, the lengthening shadows tell that night is coming on. A
place for a camp is chosen,, the dogs are taken out of the harness and'
stretch themselves, rolling about in the snow, while the guide, taking off
the snow-shoes on which he has run all day, sets busily -at work to clear away
a large circular space. When this is done a fire is lighted in its center, anid
supper is cooked. After this is eaten the dogs' turn comes.. They are all
alert, for fifty miles of running makes them all hungry enough. Two
pounds of dried raw fish are given to each, which is swallowed almost at a
gulp. Then, curling up in a ball, they go to sleep in the snow till morning.
Meanwhile, the traveler sits close to the blazing fire, for the cold is such as we
who live in temperate climes know nothing of, and, his hard day's work over,
smokes his pipe, and at last rolls himself in his robes and blankets, and, with

his feet to the blaze, sleeps until at the first break of day his guide rouses,
him to resume his march.
The dogs have very strange names. The favorite ones are Whisky,
Brandy,, Coffee and Chocolate; and if you should come upon a hundred
-dogs the chances are that eighty of them would have one of these four names.
Why it is I do not know, unless their masters name them after what they like
best. Theirs is a hard life. Their Indian owners treat them very cruelly.
If a dog flinch or is lazy at his work, down comes the lash of the whip upon
him, often cutting out a piece of flesh, or a brutal kick brings him back to
duty. And when his, day's work is done there is no petting for the sledge
dog. His master throws him a piece of meat, and for the rest he must fare
the best he can. Often he does not dare to come near the fire for fear of a
But sometimes the dog has his revenge. Woe to the unlucky man who
takes his seat if he does not know how to drive. His steeds find it out in
no time, and pay no attention to his cries of Whoa." Away they go at-

full speed. Now on some rabbit's trail, now out of mere wantonness, until
at last there is a grand upset and all are brought to a standstill.
The guides who lead the travelers over these long journeys are almost
always Indians. They take great pride in the appearance of their dog
teams. Bright ribbons are tied to their harness, and little bells tinkle as
they move along. The sledge, too, is gaily colored with different shades
of paint, so as to produce quite a bright effect. In his own dress theIndian
takes great satisfaction. One traveler describes his guide in this way:
He had yellow paint on his face, on his feet moccasins, on his legs
leggings. On his body he wore a cotton shirt, and across the pit of his
stomach, drawn straight and tight, a brass watch-chain. Over all this he
;trapped a great green blanket.
This man could travel on his snow-shoes from forty to sixty miles a day,
running beside the sledge.
What fun I hear some one say, it must be to travel in this way.
Well, so it is for a short time. But after you have ridden a mile or so,
you begin to feel through the sledge bottom every hummock you pass
over, until at last you think you must be getting black and blue. Then
Syou cannot move about without letting in the cold air, and if your sledge
upsets you are wedged in so tight that you can not help yourself, but
must be set upright by your guide.
Altogether, I am very well satisfied with horses and wagons, and do
not care to change.

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Be GWo@, Tapa.

Two voices cry, "Be god, papa,
Don't work toc hard to-day! "
And I turn to see the waving hands
Of my little Beth and Faye.



Two girls of bright and sunny
Of deep and thoughtful eyes;
And in their voices, touched with
What tender magic lies!
All day, along the crowded street,
Within the busy town,
I seem to hear their voices sweet;
They chase me up and down.

And their dear words of warning love,
Pursue, where'er I go;
They mean far more, far more to me
Than those who speak them know.
Have I no helping hand to reach
Out to my brother's need?

Do I seek my gain by others' loss?
Am I led to some wrong deed?
Do temptations press, within, without?
Do wrong impulses urge?
Of some dishonorable act
Stand I upon the verge?

Then comes that message soft and clear,
From the dear home miles away,
"Be good, papa, be good, papa,"
The childish voices say.
There rise before my faltering eyes
My little Beth and Faye.
I feel I dare not do the wrong;
I dare not go astray.

mother named

Tot atn the Turkey Gobbler.

OT was sitting on his grandmother's door-step looking at
his red stockings. His name was not really Tot, but Charles
Henry Augustus,-a very long name for a very little boy.
The reason he had such a long name was this. When
he was a baby he had two grandfathers and an uncle, who
each wanted him named for himself. His father and
him for all three; but everybody called him Tot.

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At last he grew tired looking at his stockings, and began to sing.
Tot thought he could sing; no one else thought so. After a little he we-n
to the barnyard.

There were plenty of ducks and geese around, besides chickens and
turkeys. Tot always liked to look at them. He liked one old turkey
gobbler best of all. But Mr. Gobbler did not like Tot's red stockings.
As soon as he saw them, he ruffled up his feathers, and with a fierce
gobble, flew at them. This took Tot so by surprise that he fell backward
with his head in the chickens' waterpan, and his feet in the air.
How he did scream! His grandmother heard him in the kitchen. His
aunts heard him in the parlor. His mother heard him in her room. She
ran down into the yard.
There she found his grandmother and aunts. Nobody knew what had
happened, or where Tot was. His mother ran to the barnyard; the others
ran after her.
There they.found poor Tot on his back, screaming with all his might.
All the ducks, geese and chickens were making a great noise.
The old gobbler was just ready for another attack. Aunt Mary seized
an old broom and drove away the turkey; Aunt Kate stopped her ears
with her' fingers, to keep out the noise; Grandma did nothing, but Tot's
mother picked him up and carried him into the house. After he had
been washed and comforted, his mother asked him why he had gone
alone to the barnyard. Tot said nothing, because 'b had no reason to


HARDIE had a funny present once. It was a little fox. The man
who gave it to him found it when it was a small cub. He tried to
tame it as it grew older, but he could not make it very tame.
The man belonged to the army, and soon he had to go away.
Then he gave his fox to Hardie, who was glad to have it for a pet.
He wanted to keep it in the house. But his mamma said Foxy was
not a nice pet to keep in
the house. So Hardie
made him a kennel out
doors. Foxy had a col-
lar on, with a strong
His young master
fastened him by this
chain; and then he gave
him chicken bones, and
other good things, to
Foxy seemed quite happy for a time; but one day the dogs
found him, and they teased him so that poor Foxy worked out of
his collar and ran and hid in the house. Hardie was sorry for his
pet, but he knew he must not stay in the house.
So he made the collar and chain fast once more, and put the fox
back in his kennel. Then he fenced it up so that the dogs could
not get in, and said, "There, poor fellow! You need not be
afraid !"
But when Foxy heard the dogs bark he was afraid. He was
sure they would get at him, and he worked so hard at his collar that
'he got it off again. Then he ran away to the woods. Hardie was
very sorry to lose his fox; he asked all the boys if they had
seen it.


Dewn the road there lived a blacksmith who had two pet raccoons
They were tame, -very tame. They had a place to live in which
thoy had fixed as they liked it. They used to run across the road
from their home to a spring, to drink. A boy who did not know
about the blacksmith's raccoons saw one of them as it ran to get

a drink. He chased it and caught it. Then he came up to find
Hardie, I've found your fox! cried the boy. Hardie ran in
haste to look; but when he saw what the boy had brought he
said, 0 dear! That is no fox at all. It is one of Mr. Gunn's
The boy took the raccoon back, and Hardie never found his

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sack and 5immy.

S"LMOST every morning last winter,
unless it was very cold indeed, I
looked out of my window hoping to
see Jack and Jimmy. I wanted to
find out, if I could, what they were
S If I saw them first at one end
I of the garden on a fence, this was
the very reason for thinking that
they would soon be at the other
end. Their little legs were seldom at
rest, and carried them about very last.
They didn't get up very early, After
their breakfast, when the sun began to get
b warm, and they were once out in the fresh air
with the warm gray coats that covered them all up, they
were wide-awake enough. They never went to school, and
they were such funny little fellows I am sure I don't know
what they would have done with themselves if they had gone.
But they knew things that not even the brightest little boys know.
Though they did run about so much they were not idle, but worked hard
sometimes. I know they must have done so last autumn. And what do
you think they did ? They picked up nuts, and hid away enough to last
all through the long cold winter.
Have you guessed who my little friends were? Did you think they were
boys? Why no, they were two gray squirrels with great bushy tails. As I
haven't any little boys to have a good time with them, I was glad to have
such bright, frisky, graceful creatures to watch and talk to every sunny day.

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THE lake in the woods,
And the lovely wild flowers,
The musical breeze,
And the cool shady bowers,
Have used up the long summer

The little ones then
Rejoice in a rest
Beneath the old trees,
The sun in the west,
The sheep their companions at'


GATHERING up the pebbles,
Delving in the sand,
Building mimic castles,
Wading hand in hand
With one's little neighbors,
Happy smiles for each, -
Ah! 'tis surely pleasant,
Playing on the beach.

Dimpled feet swift treading
The huge billow's track,
Rosy fingers flinging
Merry kisses back,

Little people striving
First the shore to reach,-
Ah! 'tis very pleasant,
Playing on the beach.


THANKSGIVING was Freddy Ray's birthday. Fred, with his little
sister, Eunice, had just gone out to try his"new sled, when his
father called him to do an errand. "Leave Eunice to play with
Rob Roy," he said (Rob Roy was the sled's name), and return as
soon as you can."
It is not pleasant to be sent away when about to try a new sled.
But Fred did not allow such things to vex him. He ran off laughing,
and in about ten minutes he came round the corner again, panting
in his race. Then he saw something that made his heart thump.
There stood little Eunice, white with snow, and with the tears
streaming down her rosy cheeks. By her side, holding the sled,
was a boy; and such a ragged boy! He seemed to wear more
holes than clothes. His bare toes peeped out of his shoes. He was
pale and thin. You would say he did not know what turkey was.
Fred ran up to him. "How dare you," he shouted, "push my
sister into the snow, and take my new sled! The boy began to
cry. Then Fred noticed his pinched face. He drew back; he had
learned to govern his temper.

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Oh, you didn't mean it, I think," he said.
"No, I didn't," cried the boy; "but I did want a coast so much.
I never had a sled. And the little girl held on so that I pulled her
over. Don't strike me, please! I didn't mean any harm, and I
will drag her on the sled if you will let me."
This was too much for Fred. He pitied the poor, eager boy.
"So you-may drag her, and have a coast too if you like! he cried.
And he ran into the house to report to his father.
Now Mrs. Ray had watched the whole scene. I will not tell what
she thought, or how she found out about ragged Joe, for that was
the poor boy's name.
All is, at dinner Fred broke the wish-bone with his father. I
wish Joe had a sled, too," he cried.
"And I wish," said his father, "that my Freddy may always act
like a little man, as he did to-day."
And I must tell you that, after dinner, Fred found ragged Joe in
the kitchen. He had a great basket of goodies, and Fred's old sled
to draw them home with. It was a happy day for Joe when he first
saw the Rob Roy. So it was for Fred too, for he became more of a
little man than ever.


I WONDER why little boys like to make a noise, and why it is so
hard to keep still sometimes, and easy enough other times.
I wasn't sent up into the
attic because I was so l:,d',,.
but mamma said I cO:ul-l
make all the noise I walite, l
.to up here, and I would i.. ve f / "
to be quiet in the sitting-l. i. '.
And now I'm here, .nri I
don't feel like making j n,:, ei-
at all. But I do not 1ilnieve ':o
it is as much fun when yull 1 "
are all alone. I like to 1.- ii
the whistle on my locom:,-
tive, and drum, and play
wild Indian; and theii
mamma says, "Be more "
quiet, Freddie; you /
are such a noisy boy!" _
I try real hard to
be still sometimes; but t he -.
minute I forget, I jump, a nI:
shout, and act like a cir.-tz
boy, Aunt Jane says. I dti.n't
believe mamma would minu.l it so:, n,:h -
if Aunt Jane didn't always .;.:, -. Well,-
I never saw such a noisy boy in my life "
Perhaps when I grow older I shan't feel so much like shouting
-and hammering. I think I'll go downstairs now, and try to be still
five minutes. Oh, there goes Willie Brown with his drum! I'll
get mine, and we will have a drumming match in the garden.


HURRY hurry hurr 1
Don't you see the sun,
Pretty Morning-Glories, -
Work not yet begun ?

Don't you know the morning
Is your little hour,
And how soon you're drooping
If a cloud should lower ?

Open quick your petals
Swift to greet the day.
Higher higher! higher!
Catch the first bright ray.

So be up and doing,
Children of the sun ;
For your chief adorning
SAll his beams are spun.


PAPA was on the back porch smoking a cigar Little John was
playing near by with a pretty wind-wheel papa had made for him.
Across the way two children were holding agyellow-and-white kitten
by the tail. Kitty struggled to get away. By and by she did get.
away, and ran to Johnnie's papa, who stroked her gently, saying,
" Poor kitty poor kitty Johnnie gave her a saucer of milk, and
she ran up and down the piazza for a bit of beef tied to a string.
She lay down to rest after she had swallowed the meat and part of
the string, which mamma had to pull out of her throat.
"She is such a homely cat, I don't want her here," said mamma.
"She is a beauty," replied papa. "Let her stay."
"She is Tabby Wilson," said John. Nobody could tell why our
six-year-old called the new cat Tabby Wilson," but she goes by
that name. Tabby Wilson said John's house was good enough for
her to live in, so she thought she would stay.
When Tabby Wilson had been with John a few days, in walked
a dirty little black-and-white kitten. She was very thin and sick-
looking, and Tabby Wilson flew at her, growling and spitting, with
her paw raised' to strike her.
Let Josey Brooks alone, Tabby Wilson! screamed John, taking
up the poor little kitten and stroking her.
"I shall not," mewed Tabby Wilson, and she flew at her. But
John took the new kitten into the kitchen and gave her some milk.
So Josey Brooks and Tabby Wilson became our cats.
After a while Tab and Jo became quite good friends and played
together. John harnessed them to a pasteboard box. Get up," he
cried. I shall not," spit Tabby. Nor I, either," growled Josey.
They ran under a chair and crouched close together.
They won't drive, mamma," whined little John, coming close to
"They are ungrateful quadrupeds, then," said mamma.
"Quadrupeds, mamma. What are they asked John, stopping-
his whining at once.
How many feet has Tabby Wilson ? asked mamma.


John seized Tabby
and counted, One, two,
three, four."
"Very well," said .
mamma; "if she has
four feet she is a quad-
"And is Josey Brooks
a quadruped too ? "
"Count her feet and
"Yes, she has four; so i
she is a quadruped. But
what am I, mamma? I
have but two feet"
"You are a biped, -
dear; so is papa."
John threw himself on
the floor and kicked his
heels into the air, holding
Tabby Wilson and sing- j -
ing, My kitty is a quad-
ruped, quadruped, quad-
ruped; but I am a biped,
biped, biped, biped." CA,. ..


BOWSER is only a horse; but he knows how to behave when he:
wears his Sunday suit. That is more than some children know.
There are little ones who make mud-pies when they have on their
best clothes. Bowser never does.
Bowser drags a cart on week-days; on Sunday he goes to church.
with a buggy. When John puts the heavy harness upon Bowser,.


the horse goes to the cart and backs in. When he is dressed in the
nice buggy-harness, he steps off proudly and gets into the shafts of
the buggy. He does this all alone. He never makes a mistake.
One day Bowser had a set of new shoes. When the blacksmith
put them on, he drove a nail into one of Bowser's feet. John did
not notice it till they were almost home. When he saw that Bowser
limped a little, he said, "I must lead the poor fellow back, when
I get him out of the cart."
They reached home, and John took off Bowser's harness. As soon
as he was free, the horse turned about and trotted off. When John
called' him, he did not mind. He went straight back to the black-
"Hello, Bowser cried the blacksmith.
The poor horse said nothing, but ih walked up to the man and
held out his aching foot.
Then the blacksmith put the shoe on all right; and he patted
Bowser kindly, and said, "You know a great deal, for a horse."

The Zolorado 9Ponkey.


HE little shepherd boy that I told you. about last year lives three
Smiles from school. He and his two sisters have a way of getting
to school that is the envy of all small children.
They have a donkey-a real Mexican burro-with huge ears and small
Ubody. It is about as tall as a year-old calf. It is very strong and sure-footed.
.This donkey is gentle, and can go quite fast. It does not stop and

brace its feet and refuse to go, as some donkeys do; but it goes home faster
than it goes to school. The children both rode it to school, sitting on a bright
blanket that covered it from its neck to its tail. Each carried a little switch
and a lunch basket. They sometimes rode back to back, and generally
astride. When they reached the town, they took off his blanket and put.
him in a stable. He often startled all the people near with his awful,
awful, AWFUL braying.
When Freddie got old enough to go to school, their papa had a
little cart made to fit the donkey, and in this cart the three children now
go to school. They also go to town on errands in the vacations, and in
this way they are a great help.
These donkeys are much used in mines and in the mountains. They can
go in steep, narrow places where no other creature can go with a load.
They are sometimes packed with so many things that only their legs can be
The miner will pack three hundred pounds on a donkey, including flour,
bacon, coffee, salt, frying-pan, coffee-pot, blanikets, his pick and pan, and hay
for the donkey. Then they start on their long journey, going over danger-
ous rocks and narrow ledges, where if the donkey should miss a step, he
would fall many hundred feet.
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THERE is a funny little creature that wears a covering all over
his face just like a mask. And what do you think it is for ? Let
us see.
Perhaps you have seen the beautiful dragon-flies
that look so much like humming-birds and butter-
flies too. They have broad wings, as thin as a fly's,
that glitter like glass in the sunshine. Their backs
/ are just like blue steel.
.You will always find
'' them in the hot summer
-o_ months flying through
Sthe fields, or over ponds

French people call them
demoiselless," which
means ladies.
Now this handsome,
swift creature grows

-.- c-r.v ls_ i :\'vr the mud at the bottom of
th: lpil. And this is the way it comes
'l,:.u t.
Little white eggs are laid on the water, the rip-
ples carry them far away, and then they sink into the mud.
The warm sun hatches them, and from each egg creeps a tiny
grub of a greenish color. They are hungry creatures, with very bad
0:tl -I'' n hi stewyi oe

hearts. They eat up every little insect that comes in their way.
They are very sly, too. They creep towards their prey as a cat
does when she is in search of a rat.
They lift their small hairy legs, as if they were to do the work. It
is not the legs, but the head that does it. Suddenly it seems to open,
and down drops a kind of visor with joints and hinges.
This strange thing is stretched out until it swings from the chin.
Quick as a flash some insect is caught in the trap and eaten.
This queer trap, or mask, is the under lip of the grub. Instead of
being flesh like ours, it is hard and horny, and large enough to cover
the whole face.
It has teeth and muscles, and the grub uses it as a weapon
It is nearly a year before this ugly-looking grub gets its' wings.
A little while after it is hatched, four tiny buds sprout from its
shoulders, just as you see them on the branch of a tree. These are
really only watery sacs at first. Inside of them the wings grbo
slowly until you can see the bright colors shining through.
Some morning this hairy-legged little bug creeps up a branch.
Then he shakes out his wings and flies away into the air, a slender,
beautiful dragon-fly.
I have told you of the only creature in the world that wears this
curious mask.

OUSE spiders we know all about, but there is one little brown
spider, that lives on all our rivers, more curious than any other.
In the fall of the year she builds herself a little boat, which
never upsets, let the wind be ever so high. It is made of only a
leaf!-bent together with strong cables the spider makes.
Then away she goes, down the stream, first to one side, and
then the other. On the voyage the spider catches small insects on the water,
as her tiny boat hurries on with the tide. You cannot see her unless you look
very sharp, because she is just the color of the leaf she is on!
In the point of the leaf you would find a sort of tent, loosely spun, where
she often goes. There she has hidden a precious little silken ball, filled with
very small yellow eggs. But she is so quick in her movements that before you
know it she is out of sight and on the ocean. Whether she ever gets there, or
hides away until the warm weather comes back again, nobody knows!
-MRs. G. HALL.

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"HOUK! Houk! Houk!"
A loud clang in the sky-
An arrow in the frjaty air-
The Wild Geese going by!
"Houk! Houk!" It is their leader's cry;
"Houk! Houk!" My Gray Wings, south we fly!
Behind, the loud wind whirls the snow-
Before, green grass and rushes grow,
And lakelets in the sunlight shine;
Houk! This year's Goslings, keep the line!
I never led a flock so fine!
Houk! Houk! Good Goose, can you not spy,
Far down, a field of winter rye ?
We soar too high; drop low; drop low;
We'll stop and feast, then on we'll go!
Our arrow cleaves the frosty sky!
Houk! Houk! My Gray Wings, south we fly!"




JAMIE BRIGHT was four years old when his father and mother moved
to a new home. The old home, where Jamie was born, was just in
the edge of the woods. Jamie had played in and out among the
trees ever since he could walk alone.
Now Jamie's father was going to keep the store, up by the Green,
and a small house -near the store was to be their home. Jamie's
mother was sorry to leave the old home; she and sister Katy wiped
their eyes often on the moving-day. But Jamie thought it was
great fun to move, and he was full of glee.
Father went up to the new house on that day, to get it ready.
Then a man came with an ox-cart to take the beds and chairs and
all the other things.
When the load was piled on, mother and Katy set out to walk
through the woods, by a short path, to the new house. They had a
corn-basket between them; the. cups and glass things were in the
basket. Mother called, Come, Jamie, you can go with us "
Oh, no," said Jamie, I must go after the cart, and take care of
the things! "
His mother laughed. She said, It is a long way round by the
road; you will be tired !"
Best let him go," said the man who drove the team; we need.
him to look after the load "
So the oxen started off at a slow pace, and Jamie followed the
cart. His mother's brass kettle hung out at the back of the load,


from the end of the mop-stick. The kettle kept swinging as the cart
jogged on. Jamie watched it all the time lest it should fall off.
He stubbed his toe and fell down twice, because he was looking
up at the cart; but he did not cry; he was a man that day!' At
last the man who drove saw that the small man was tired. So he
said, See here, youngster; can't you sit up on this feather-bed,
and see that the oxen keep the road ? "
There was a soft nest, just big enough for Jamie, between two

chairs. The man lifted him up there; it was a nice place. In five
minutes Jamie was sound asleep.
When they came to the new house the man lifted him down, and
said, Here's the young man who took care of the load "
Jamie had had such a good nap that he was all ready to help put
the new house in order


THERE they lay, -I don't know how many of them, -the little
Pop children.
They were all in rows, close side by side, quiet as could be. They
all wore black night-caps.
Their father was Mr. Pop Korn, and the little ones were Pops too.
Once they had green curtains to their cob bed, and a silky plume
for a canopy.
Now the curtains were braided up with other bed-curtains, several
families of Pops being together in a great bunch. Perhaps the little
Pops were tired of this, but they did not complain.
One day they were taken down by a rosy-cheeked boy. They
were carried into the kitchen.
What joy Now there was to be some play. A dozen children
were there. They jumped about the floor when the Pops came in.
Then the boy began to rub and tickle the little Pops with his
thumb and fingers. How glad they were They jumped from their
bed into a dish. The children laughed, and so the little Pops felt
cheerful too.
Most of them did. But some of them did not want to make folks
happy. These did not jump into the dish. They dropped to the floor.
They rolled off and hid in corners. Some of them bounced under
the stove. Lazy folks very often run away from their duty.
The good Pops were shown into a cosey frying-pan. This was set
upon the stove. Oh, how warm the fire was The little Pops felt
their hearts swell with the heat.
Pretty soon one of them cried "Pop" with great glee, and hopped
into the air. His black night-cap was gone. He had a fresh jacket,
all snowy white.
Down he came, pop, upon the floor. Then the other Pops began
to dance and leap. What a chorus of them. "Pop, pop, pop, pop!"
The children scampered. to pick them up. Each white and sweet


Pop was kissed by the little ones' red lips. Then all the teeth went
"munch, munch," and the boys and girls were full of delight. The
little Pops had made them all happy.
But the other Pops, who rolled into corners, and under the stove,
what became of them ?
They were swept out of doors into the cold. There the hens
picked them up. The hens said, "Cluck, cluck !" They were glad
to swallow the lazy Pops.
But I would rather pop for the children than to hide under the
stove. And I would not like to be swallowed by a hen. Would


SOME one has roller-skates,
Who do you think?-
Cunning little Dinah,
Hair all a-kink.
Such a way she has of run-
Heels in the air,-
S---i_ This is new and very funny,
-_- -I declare.


First, she stands still, of course, -
That is all right.
But, alas for tumbles,
When she takes flight!
Neither foot seems to know
What the other's at,
So the right goes this way, and the
Left goes that.

All the idle girls and boys
Playing hereabout
Think it so amusing
They begin to shout.
And what does Dinah do,
Poor little elf ?
Why, she .laughs as loud as any
At herself.


Up she gets and tries again
Though down again she goes;
Bruises on her fingers,
Bruises on her toes.

Bumps she has of every sort,
But, at any rate,
It is very plain she means to
Learn to skate!


WE have had some funny boarders at our house. Tillie Te-aas
was about the funniest. She came one hot summer day, dressed in
Sa heavy black coat.
She was an entire stranger to all of'us. She did not look or act
like any one who had ever before been among us. We were very
shy of her at first, and didn't give her a warm welcome. By and
by we grew to like her and enjoy her society.

What do you suppose she was? A la v? No. A little girl?
No. I'll tell you. She was -a little bear! Shl was S..x'h- ~a
weels old when caught in Texas, and was sent to our ',_i,'~i "i;.s*
daughter by express. She wore her name, Tillie Tr.;." oU a
silver necklace.
Poor little thing! She was too young to leave her .....?. ,. aai
at first she cried like a baby if she was left alone. The awdllady

-took her to her own room at night, and covered her up in a tiny bec.
At midnight she would get up and warm a bowl of milk. Tillie would
sit up and clasp her paws around the bowl to hold it steady. Then
she drank all she wanted. After this she would lie down again and
suck her paw till she fell asleep. She made a humming noise all
the while, that sounded like the buzzing of hundreds of bees.
When she grew older she took great delight in standing in the

*wood-shed door and attracting a (rowd of boys to the fence. When
,she was tired of walking on her hind feet and holding a stick in her
paws, she would go behind the door and close it in the laughing faces
of the children.
Tillie enjoyed jumping into a tub of water on a warm summer
day and splashing it all over herself. The little girls were careful
to draw their dresses close about them if they passed her in the
water; for she was very affectionate, and always wanted to give
them a hug with her wet paws.


BETTY was a nice little girl about six years old. She lived in
-the country on a pleasant farm. She went out to the barn every
day and helped her brother scatter corn to the hens and turkeys.
She liked to give handfuls of hay to the horses when her father was
close by her, but she
did not dare to go near
?' them when she was
One day Betty was in
the orchard picking up
"-' 'apples. Below the or-
chard there was a field
.where the cows were
feeding. One of the
cows was named Brindle.
S- She stood with her head
over the fence as if she
--:- wanted something to eat.
SBetty saw her, and she
thought, "Poor old Brin-
Siydle is tired of grass; she
wants me to bring her
some of my apples."
So she filled her apron
with sweet apples and
went up to the fence. Brindle took the apples from her hand
and seemed to think they were very good. The fence was low and
broken where she was standing, and she pushed against it hard be-
cause she was so glad to get the apples. She wanted more and
more, and pushed against the fence till it was almost thrown down.
When Betty saw the fence falling she felt frightened a little, and


stepped away. Brindle had not got apples enough, so she jumped
right over the fence and came towards Betty. Then Betty was
frightened a good deal, and she started to run as fast as she could.
When Brindle saw her going off she began to run after her. She
did not wish to hurt or frighten Betty, she only wanted to get what
she carried in her apron.
Betty was very much afraid, so she ran faster and faster. By and

by she let go of her apron and the apples rolled down to the ground.
Then Brindle stopped and went to eating them. She was quite sat-
isfied now, and did iot go any farther.
So Betty got away and was not harmed at all. She found her
father and told him about it, and he drove Brindle back to her pas-
ture. Then he put up the fence so that she could not get out


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F'nR rent: a lovelv ,twellinr,,
Size. six incheUs lby t' n:
One'. I fe-l sure. wv.'ulld suit
Mr. an,.l Mrs. Wren.

Sit.u tion. ,:ne ,:,f thl ine'
That can i'isibly 1... f.un l :
O n t:,. ..,f j ,. ] ,:,1.:r latti,:,
Full s\ tet fiom thI O i:ur1:l

Near this is inotler man-

To be let 'lint in flats;
And it., to),. h .s thll r'e:?rn-
men'.l,: t i'.n
That it is .:.ut of the reach
of cats.


Possession given in April;
The rents, for all summer long,
Are a very trifling consideration, -
In fact, they are merely a song.

These bargains in country homes
Are to the best markets near,
And the price of seasonable dainties
Is very far from dear:

A strawberry or two blackberries
For eating four fat bugs,
And cherries without number
For keeping off the slugs.

Other things are in proportion,
And everything in reason,
From tender lettuce to peaches,
-Will appear in its season.

From four in the morning till evening
These houses are open to view;
And I wish I had a dozen to rent,
Instead of only two.


TrE sparrow saw it first, and told the rabbit.
The poor thing will take cold sitting on the damp grass," said
Mr. Rabbit pricked up his ears and walked over the grass towards.
the tree where Miss Sparrow sat on a low branch.

"It is very dangerous," said he. The rabbit liked to use long
words. The hen used to say it was because he had such big ears
that the little words got lost in them. Then he sat down and folded
his paws in front and winked his pink eyes very fast. The sparrow
flew down beside him, and they both looked at it.
There it sat, in a long white dress, with red shoes and striped
stockings, and without any hat. Its eyes were blue, and very bright
Its hair was yellow, and its cheeks as red as a rose.


"She keeps very quiet," said the rabbit.
"Yes. She seems to stare in a stupid way, and her eyes have a
glassy look."
Just then the cat came along, and the sparrow thought it would
be nicer to sit in the tree. The cat asked the rabbit what he was
looking at so carefully.
"I don't know, madam. It has hands and feet, and wears clothes."
The cat lived in the house
with the family, and thought
herself very wise, so she said,
"It's one of those foolish
children. They do so many
Strange things nobody ever
can understand them."
"It will take a bad cold,n
remarked the sparrow.
"And get its dress all
n greenn" said the rabbit.
"Here comes the dog,"
said the cat. No doubt he
will call the family and have
Them take the silly thing into
the house."
The dog walked up to the party, and said Good morning in a
friendly way.
"You should call the folks," said the cat.
Tharnk you, madam. I know my duty. I'll pull its dress and
bark, and then it will know it's time to go home."
Who should appear, just then, but Mary, driving her hoop along
the garden walk. The sparrow twittered gayly, and the cat purred
in the sweetest manner. The rabbit hopped away over the grass
with long leaps, while Mr. Dog barked twice, as much as to say,
"Do look at that !"
"0, dear!" said Mary. *" If there isn't my new doll sitting on
the grass under that tree I quite forgot her."






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SING hey, sing ho, for the frst of May,
.R. When the hawthorn's iu bloom and the meadows
are gay,
And the children are dancing away the hours.

\ Sing hey, sing ho, for the Queen of the May,
As they crown her with garlands and bear her away,
And throne her at last 'mid the wood's leafy bowers.
Sing hey, sing ho, for the Queen of the May,
Who's as good as she's pretty-a grand thing to say-
And as humble and sweet as sweet meadow flowers
Sing hey, sing ho, for the Queen of the May-
The Queen of the Mayl


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All the beasts of the field and the woods are afraid of the Royal
Tiger. The elephant, and rhinoceros, and the deer; the horses, cattle,
and mules are afraid of him ; the monkeys are afraid of him; and men
and women and children are very much afraid of him.
IIe kills them when he can, and eats them, too. These Tigers are
found in Asia, and in the islands of Java and Sumatra. They live in
the thick jungles. There they crouch under the long, drooping branches
of the trees, and wait for their prey- an animal, or a man.
Sometimes they spring into-the trees, and lie upon the branches. For
a tiger can spring like a cat. He is a big cat; he is big enough to carry
off a deer, or an ox, in his mouth.
If you should see a tigress playing with her babies, you would think
them very pretty. She washes them, and pats them, and cuffs them,
just like a cat. The mother looks very gentle. She does not show her
teeth nor her claws. But what frightful claws she has!
A man once had a ride on a tiger's back, in the jungle. He was out
with a party, hunting for tigers. The hunters all rode on elephants.
Suddenly, out from the bushes, sprang a huge tigress. She leaped
upon an elephant, seized the rider in her teeth, tossed him upon her
shoulders, and ran off with him. At first he fainted with fright and
pain ; for the tigress' teeth were very sharp.
When he came to his senses, the tigress was running very fast
through the bushes; then he remembered his pistols. They were in his
belt. He drew one and fired at the tigress' head, but she kept right on.
He fired again, and she dropped down dead ; and so he escaped.


I SUPPOSE there never was a little girl who had such an odd doll's
carriage, or such a queer pair of ponies to drag it, as Flossie had.
Her brother Tom had made a little yoke, all by himself, just like the
big yokes they use to work oxen.
When it was finished he put it on the two little black and white
kittens, who were so much alike you could scarcely tell one from the

other. After training them every day for a week, so they would pull
together, and not try to get their heads out of the yoke, he hitched
them into a small ox-cart John, the coachman, had made for him.
Then Flossie lei.t him her black doll, Pompey, to stand up in front
and drive. Of course Tom really drove them himself, and walked
beside them to see that they kept in the path.
As an ox-cart has no seats, the dolls were placed side by side in the
bottom. Fixed in this way, one pleasant day, Antoinette, the French
doll, and Jason, with large blue eyes and long golden hair, started
out for a drive.


When they started, a big black dog bounded through the
gate, straight towards the happy little
party. Flossie and Tom ran with
all their might tow- ards the house.
The little kittens, V frightened al-
most to death, darted up the
first tree, and E ': began to climb,
with the wagon dangling at their
The noise f d brought out John,
the coachman, who took the poor,
trembling, lit- tle kittens to the
stable. He picked up the doll-
ies, but Antoinette had lost
an eye, ,, and Jason's head was
gone; ., but Pompey seemed
S as fresh as when
they started on
SI/ / the drive.


"What shall we do with them this. evening ?" asked
aunt Mary. Them were the children, thirteen in
.? number, from Marjory, aged five, up to Walter, aged
fourteen. They were spending Thanksgiving with
grandma at Kingsbridge.
"We'll all go to see the trained pigs," said uncle George.
So there they were, the whole thirteen, in. a row on the
front seats of the front balcony, uncle George in the centre, and
aunt Mary and aunt Louise at either end of the row.
The man on the stage cracked his whip, and
out ran a little pig from one side, and jumped through'
a paper hoop as lightly and
swiftly as a bird, and then
through another and another,
until he had jumped through
six hoops.
There were twelve of them.
One queer little piggie sat on a
stool; he wore his coat
buttoned behind. Little
Miss Mudget wore a
gown with a ruff, and she balanced things on her nose.
There was another that crept around on his hands and knees
like a baby. But the jolliest of all was when La Petite came
out and danced. She wore a white silk frock trimmed with rosebuds,
and she danced and skipped about on her toes in the most graceful


manner. When the people applauded, she bowed and
smiled a sweet pig smile.
.0 "O," said roguish Dick to his cousin Nelly, "I should
like to throw an apple on the stage. Wouldn't it be
'fun! pigs like apples, you know," and he drew one of grandma's
big red baldwins from his pocket. But aunt Louise saw him, and
shook her head at him, though she could not help smiling a
little, for aunt Louise likes fun as well as her small nephew.
So Dick dropped the apple back into his pocket,
and tossed his button hole bouquet at La Petite's feet
instead. A very stout pig came forward and picked
up the bouquet in his mouth, then both La Pe-
tite and the stout pig b, wed, and walked off the
stage in a very stately manner, amusing alike to all.
"0, it is awful funny!" said Nelly, giggling outright. The
French have a name for the pig, which means dressed-in-silk,"
a very good name for these dainty pigs, who are washed and
brushed and combed every day, so that their bristles look like silk.
"They are just the pinkest and sweetest of darlings," said little
After he had led La Petite off the stage, the stout pig came
back with a pair of dumb bells in his mouth.
He wore a watch, and strutted about the stage,
and felt very grand indeed.
"What do you think would have happened,
aunt Louise, if Dick had thrown that apple
on the stage?" asked Nelly, after they had
gone home.
"I don't dare to think," said aunt Louise. "Very likely there
-would have been a fine scramble."

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HE belongs to a baker. His master went into a restaurant to de.
liver some pies. I was sitting at a window opposite. He stayed so
long in the place that I thought he had forgotten his faithful beast.
After a while he came out carrying a great mug full of foaming
beer. There were two other men with him. All their faces were
red, and they walked unsteadily, and they were laughing loud, and
shouting. Then the baker went up to his beautiful horse, and offered
him the beer to drink.
Do you suppose he took it ? No, indeed! He gave it one sniff
from his smooth, brown nostrils. Then he turned his head away with
a jerk so sudden that he knocked the .glass, beer and all, upon the
pavement. He looked at his master as if to say, "Don't insult me
again in that way, sir!"
So his bad master had to pay for both the beer and the glass.
Wise old h6rse, he was not afraid to give his opinion of beer.

H, see that pretty moss !
It is like a star!"
It was clinging to a
rock by the sea-shore.
It was not moss, but an animal.
"It is a sea-star, Nellie, or a |-
star-fish, as some people call it.
Take it in your hand. You will .
not be hurt."
"Why, Uncle John, he is all
legs. Where are his eyes and
"The sea-star has neither eyes, nose, nor ears, Nellie.
In fact he has no head at all. Those little feelers on what
you call his legs are really all the legs and arms he has.
His mouth and stomach are all the same."
"Oh, how funny!"
"Yes, he is a curious animal. When he has finished one meal some of
those little arms sweep his stomach clean, and then he is ready for another."
"And what does he have to eat?"
"Well, Miss Nellie, he is as fond of oysters as you are. Though he seems
so feeble, the strongest shell-fish cannot escape him. He sends a poisonous
juice through the valves of the oyster, which makes him oDen his shell. Then
the sea-star has a fine feast!"
"The wicked creature!"
"Yes, the oyster fishermen are no friends of the star-fish. But he makes
a pretty ornament when dried. Do you want to take him home?"
"I am afraid of being poisoned."
"I will tell you what to do. Place him in this little wooden box. I will
bore some holes in it. Then put him down over an ant's nest. They will
prepare him nicely for you. His poison does not harm the ants. Perhaps
there are ant doctors who cure them."

HE was a fine wooden soldier. He had on a painted red coat and
blue trousers. His hat was painted, too. It was black, with a white
plume. He stood on a little wooden block, and held his gun up very
straight indeed. He was a sentinel on duty, and he never took his
eye off from Eddy's flannel kitten.
The kitten sat upon a small box with leather sides. When any one
pinched the box, something squeaked. You might think it was the
flannel kitten if you liked. Perhaps the little soldier knew, but he
never told.
Eddy had put the soldier and the kitten on the table. The soldier
was to watch the kitten. So long as he held his gun up, and kept
his eye on her, she did not try to run awaj But suppose he were to
lay his gun down ? who knows ? The little soldier never thought of
such a thing. He kept watch every minute.
"What a brave little soldier! said Eddy. "I can run out and
play now, for he will not leave my kitty."
"No," replied Eddy's mamma, "he will be very faithful. He will
-watch better than a certain little boy watched the baby. This boy


forgot what he was told. Ile let the baby burn his finger, by his
neglect of duty. His
name was not Captain
STot. His name was
I Eddy."

"P.u Now, the little
Wooden soldier was
f called Captain Tot.
,.- Perhaps he had been
.-4_-through the wars. If
he had, he never ran
away from the foe.
He never slept on
WV hen he was
Praised in this way,
he said not a word.
IIH I:,t ,: kingig at the flannel kit,
S ten. HI ii ,-,l coat looked as red as
ever. j-it E1 L iy's cheeks were redder.
They were not painted, either. Eddy was
thinking of the baby's finger.

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How many babies have you, little mother ?
Tell me how many, and what are their names?
"One, two, five, four, seven, and another, -
Little Bess, big Bess, Belle and her brother,
Pussy and Kittykin, Annie and James.

"Annie is me; and the two pretty Bessies
Are dollies that; wink, and both very nice;
And Jamie is mamma's true baby she dresses,
And lets me rock him and feed him with kisses;
And Pussy and Kittykin run and catch mice!"

And Belle? Why, she was picked from a corn-hill:
Her hair is the silk, and the husks her dress;
My papa guesses she must have been born ill,
Toes in the air, and skirts that are worn ill!
But I've set her right, and she hugs little Bess."

And the brother of Belle ? "Dear me! I suppose
You'd call him a squash! but he's real bright,-


A little hump-backed, and I guess his nose
Is a kind of wart; and he wears long clothes,
For, you see, his figure is not just right ,


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SBut I love him as well as I love the Bessies, -
I love them all, and they all love me;
And the very best of all, I guess, is
The true, live baby that mamma dresses;
And here we are, all now, just as you see "


RUTHIE was almost four years old, and her mamma thought it,
wouli be such a pleasant surprise to papa if the postman should
happen to bring him a picture of his dear little girl, on her birthday.
Papa's business called him away from home a great deal. It.
had been five long months since he had seen his little daughter.
One sunny day Mrs. Kingman put on Ruth's brocaded cloak
and wide lace collar. She tied on her bonnet very carefully, and
off they started for the photographer's. Ruth said that Fanny
needed an airing; so the dolly had to go too.


Mamma thought it would be an easy thing to get a pretty picture,
of such a sweet little face as that under the big frilled bonnet. But
when Ruth found herself behind the screen, all alone with a strange
man, the sweet little face became a very funny little face. She
began to cry. Such a strange machine, with the big glass eye, that
looked right at her.
Mamma ran in to comfort her, and the photographer showed her
his bird and his kitty. She wouldn't stand again unless mamma
would hold her hand. They were afraid they couldn't get any pict-
ure at all. But after a while the man thought of her dolly out in
the other room, and went and wheeled her in.
Is this your child, madam ?" he asked Ruth. Ruth looked shy,
but nodded. Well, madam," said he, "that is a fine-looking child,
and I should really like to take her picture."
"Well, you can," said the proud little mother; "but I'm afraid
she will cry if I don't take hold of her hand."
The photographer told her she might do so, if she would set her
child a very good example, and stand very still. "There, that will
do." said he, in a minute; "I think we have a very good picture of
Miss Fanny."
Miss Fanny's photograph reached papa on Ruth's birthday, and
papa was very glad to see her. But it was to the other dear little
face, looking right at him out of the picture, that he gave all his.
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COMET, bold and bright, went sailing
through the sky,
And he thought the stars would follow
where he led;
But the moon so white and high,
She passed him proudly by,
And the planets kept their pleasant place instead.

The bold, bright comet thought: "This is a little
To one in history iell known for aye,
Who has journeyed y ear on year,
Just to reach this atmosphere,
And teach these plodding planets how to fly."
Then he traveled day and night, far beyond the
Milky Way,
Past the big stars and the little ones, I wis:
"It will be," they heard him say,
"A century to a day,
Ere you have another chance to fly like this.'



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SOD gives to every animal just such
'machinery as its mind can use. If it
knows a good deal, he gives it a good
Y' deal of machinery; and if little, he
,- gives it but little.
'. _, Some animals do a great deal of
tllinking about what they see, hear, and feel; very
1r U C Imuch as you do, only that you know more. Your
S('do.1' ,ir cat knows a great deal more than an oyster;
ltliereti.-re your pets are given paws and claws and
teeth, for their minds to use.
I once knew a cat that was born in the spring-time after the
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snow fell in the night and was more than a foot deep. Of course
SSmutty Nose had never seen it before. When she came out in


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the morning, she looked at it with very curious eyes, just as you
would look at anything new; very likely she thought how clean
and white and pretty it was.
After looking at it awhile, she began to poke at it with first one
paw and then the other, several times, to see how it felt. Then she
gathered some up between her paws, as much as she could hold, and
threw it up in the air over her head ; then ran swiftly all round the
yard, making the snow fly like feathers wherever she went. Now
do you not believe pussy was thinking and feeling just as you boys
and girls feel when you see the first snow, to know anything about,
it ? I do. Her mind was very busy in her little brain in these
sports, just as your mind is in your sports; and she enjoyed it, in
her way, just as much.


MABEL was a good little girl, but she did not like to study. She
told her mother she could walk and talk, and she didn't want to
Her mother was sorry to hear her little girl talk in that way..

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She told Mabel how foolish she would feel to grow up and know
S- Mabel said she would like to learn if it was not such hard work.
One morning Mabel lay on the floor with her book in her hand.
She said, Mamma, I don't think other little girls have such hard
times studying."
"I know my little girl is not very stupid," said her mother. "If
you would study your lesson instead of thinking how hard it is, you
would soon get through, Mabel. Put your book away now, and I
will give you a lesson without any book."
Mabel was delighted to put her book down. She did not know
what her mother could mean. They put on their hats and walked a
great distance. At last they came to a shady yard with a large
stone building in it. Mabel's mother asked to go to the school-
room. They were taken into a large room. Many little girls were
seated in a row, with books in their hands.
"Now, Mabel," said her mother, see how nicely those little girls
Mabel looked at their books and said, Mamma, they are not
studying, for their books have no letters in them."
Mabel's mother then asked for one of the books, and showed it to
her. There were no black letters in the book. Mabel felt the page,
and found that it was rough. Her mother told her it was covered
with raised letters.
The teacher told one of the little girls to read for Mabel. The
pupil ran her fingers over the page, and read nicely. Mabel then
learned that the poor little girls were blind, and could only read by
feeling the letters.
Mabel told her mother that she had enjoyed her lesson without
any book very much, but she was so sorry for the little blind
girls. Her lessons would not seem hard again, when she thought
of them.


DEAR Janet thinks she is a flower,-
She told me in the softest whisper;
SAnd smiling at the fancy
'' ^ ~I turned to kiss the fairy

! On Monday morn Ehe was
a rose -
(How soft her dark-blue
eyes, how dreamy!)
A white rose bathed in
odorous dew,
Its petals satin-smooth
and creamy.

A bright carnation pink next
Rose-hued as clouds at
dawn's first flushing.
She deemed her happy self
to be,
While laughter sweet came
rippling, gushing.



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A fragile, filmy fleur-de-lis,
i. sapphire lily, tall and slender,
When Wednesday morning came, was she,
For grave her fancies were, and tender.

But filled to-day with childish glee,
A-thrill with joyous life and pleasure,
She is a spray of golden-rod.
A heap of glittering, yellow treasure.

I see the white rose on her brow,
The pink on lips and cheeks is glowing,
The lily's blue is in her eye,
The golden-rod her tresses flowing.

So when she calls herself a flower,
How can I chide for pretty fiction ?
Indeed, I'll whisper soft to you,
I'm reaching fast the same conviction.


--" THERE was only a little piece of garden
belonging to Lily's home in the city. In
,",, the bright spring days she went out there,
Sand watched to see if any flowers came up.
She felt happy when she found the first
blades of grass.
The poet sings that "his heart dances with the daffodils." Lily's
heart danced, one morning, when she found a dandelion among the
grasses in her yard, a real yellow dandelion, with all its golden
petals spread out.
Just then, one of her playmates looked over the fence, and put
out her hand.
Do give it to me," she said. "I sha' n't like you a bit, if you
don't: I shall think you are just as stingy -"
But it's all I have," said Lily; "I can't give it away. I can't.
Wait till to-morrow, and there '11 be some more out. They're grow-
ing. There '11 be some all round to-morrow or next week."
"To-morrow! I want it now, to-day," said her friend, "to-day's
better than to-morrow."
Lily looked at the child and then at the dandelion. I suppose


it would be mean to keep it," she said, "but it is so lovely can't
you wait ? "
"Oh, well, keep it, you stingy girl!"

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Come and pick it yourself, then," said Lily, with tears in her
The next day, when Lily went into the yard, there were a dozen
golden dandelions, like stars in the grass, and a little blue violet
was blooming all alone by itself.


GAY little birds,
They twitter and sing,
From morning till night
How the green woods ring

Bright butterflies
Think not of the day,
When wild winds blow
And Jack Frost has sway.

S-.Brave little bees
Fly here and fl) there,
To lay up food
Ere the fields- a e bare.






OOK! look!" said Ernest, "see the deer! It
has got out of the deer park. I did not know
deer could run like that !"
The frightened creature was running
Down Washington street. He darted in
S and out among the horses and carriages,
and people. He leaped over the heads
of the children.
SErnest and his mother stopped to look;
j everybody stopped to look. On and on
Q he ran till he came to the river, then he
leaped into the deep water and was drowned. Was it not
a pity? The pretty deer that Ernest had fed so often on Boston Com-
mon! He almost cried when he thought of it.
How many of you have ever seen deer ? In many of the United
States they are still found in the woods. They are kept in almost all
public parks.
Deer are gentle creatures, and are easily tamed. But I think
they are happiest when they are free to roam the woods where they
They eat the tender grass in the spring, and sometimes, if they live
near farms, they break into the corn and wheat fields.
Tn the winter they eat the seed vessels of the wild rose, the haw-
thorn buds, the brambles and leaves. They like acorns, and, in the
South, they eat the persimmons. The persimmon is a yellow phun.
They feed in the night.


In hot summer days they like to wade into the ponds and
rivers, and stand under water, all but their noses.
The young deer are called fawns; they are pretty spotted
creatures. The mother keeps them in a quiet place where she
thinks the hunters and dogs cannot get them; for men often


hunt the wild deer. It is a great pity to kill them for sport, is
it not ?
The deer hears quickly, and his scent is very keen too. When
the hunters are after him, how fleet he is! Sometimes he leaps
into the water and swims. Then the dogs lose the scent and
cannot follow him. The male deer sheds his horns every year.
When the horns are growing they look as if they wen
covered with velvet.

GRANDMA FARN is getting old, and has a disease of the eye. She
will be seventy at her next birthday. She cannot see to read or to
sew as well as she used to. But she has a number of grandchildren.
She calls them her eyes. She says that they must do her seeing
for her; and they do, for they are good boys and girls, and love her
very much.



The boys are larger and older, and they read aloud in the
evening by the light of the lamp. The girls are younger, and can-
not read yet; though Lucy, the eldest of the four girls, is now going
to school.
The girls have found out a nice way for seeing for grandma.
They take a spool of cotton and a paper of large needles. They
thread every needle and leave it hanging on the spool. This saves
their grandmother's eyes. All she then has to do is to put away
the needle when she has used all the cotton. Then she takes another,
and another, till the whole twenty-four are used.
Then the girls thread the twenty-fear again. In this way they
"see for grandma."
Grandma makes clothing for the poor. She can see enough to
sew,-but not enough, even with glasses, to thread her needle.

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"' aly Dollie likes butter."


WE found it under the apple-tree,
Torn from the bough where it used to swing,
Softly rocking its babies three,
Nestled under the mother's wing.


This is a leaf, all shrivelled and dry,
That once was a canopy overhead;
Doesn't it almost make you cry
To look at the poor, little, empty bed?

All the birdies have flown away:
Birds must fly, or they wouldn't have wings;
Don't you hope they'll come back some day ? -
Nests without birdies are lonesome things.

Deep in the mother's listening heart
Drops the prattle with sudden sting,
For lips may quiver and tears may start;
But birds must fly, or they wouldn't have wings.





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ORRY, say-want a sail?"
S" Oh, Dicky, do you know
how to make the boat go ?"
"Course I do."
"Won't it be nice! Come,
we'll go now.
"We must have something to eat. Folks
always carry something in a basket," said
Dicky, gravely.
"Well, I'll go now and ask Ginnie for
When Dorry returned with the basket,
Dicky stood with the oars in his hand, all
ready to go down to the boat with Dorry. He

had some trouble in getting the boat unfastened. But he-
was a persevering little fellow, and at last the two children.
stood holding on to each other as the sail-boat rocked from
side to side.
You sit down, Dorry," said Dicky, politely. "I'11
see to the boat. Papa always does everything when mamma
"Mamma takes hold of this," said Dorry, pointing to the
rudder, and papa holds the oars."
Don't want any oars now, 'cause the sail is up. Guess
papa forgot to take it down."
Thus the children chatted as they sailed away from the
shore, little thinking of the danger they were sailing
They laughed in their innocent delight to see the boat
go through the water so fast. But Dicky looked a little
troubled when a wave broke over the boat and he saw that
the water was deep enough in the bottom to wet Dorry's
"Never mind, Dorry," said Dicky, bravely, "I'll throw it
all out with papa's dipper."
But just as he began a still bigger wave came. Now the
poor boy was frightened. What if the boat filled-what
if it tipped over ? They were in great peril. But another
boat was in sight. Yes, it was coming to them. How glad
they were to be taken on board a-d carried safely


THE sun was shining brightly. It was only two o 'clock in the
afternoon, and yet Tommy was in bed. The fact is, he had been
in bed since ten o'clock. Do you want to know why You
may be sure it was not from choice, for Tommy was very fond of
playing out doors, and was always the first to get up in the morning.

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But he was a very mischievous little boy, and liked to tease his
little playmates.
"Oh, dear!" said his little sister Edith one day, "I wish my
hair was curly. T like curly hair so much!"
"I will tell you how to make it curly," said Tommy. "Put
mucilage on it to-night, and in the morning it will'be curled tight
to your heid.


Edith was only three years old, and did not know that Tommy
was teasing her. So that night, after her nurse had put her to bed
and had gone down-stairs, she jumped up and went into the library.
The mucilage was on a desk, and Edith emptied it over her head
and rubbed it in well.
Then she went bark
to bed again, sure that ', "
her hair would now be 6
'curly. M,
Oh, what a little fright
she was when morning
came I Her pretty
brown hair was stuck
tight to her head in a
thick mass. Her' main-
ma tried to wash the
mucilage out; but it
could not be done.
The poor little
head had to be
shaved at last.
"Tom must be puiinishedl," said mamua.
Tom was found Iahidini1 behind the wood-
pile. You may be .sui-e hie cried wihen he
found that he was to be punished.
And that was the.reason Tommy was in bed when the sun was
shining. Don't you think he deserved to be there



THE winter night fell all too soon;
There was no moon,
Save just a crescent that seemed to be.
A silver C,
Written against the frosty sky,
So far and high.

Teddy was called, against his will,
From the coasting-hill.
The track was icy along the drift,
And his sled was swift;
So he the summons to hear or heed
Was loath indeed.

...- Even when the fire-lit house was gained
His frown remained;
I And he murmured 'twas hard for. him
to see
Why the moon should be
Sometimes so round, like a great white
Sometimes so small.

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All Saxon fair :
" They hadn't enough of the moon-cloth spun
For a larger one,
And they wanted to use this up before
They made any more."

This satisfied dear little Ted,
And he went to bed;.
But he thought of his precious penny hoard
So snugly stored.
And he wondered how much of a supply
His dollar would buy.

And he asked of Edith afterward,

How much the moon-cloth cost a yard.



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When mother was a young girl, she taught school in Illinois.
Very few people lived there at that time. The settlements were
far apart. The schoolhouse was built of rough logs, and the
chinks were filled with clay and straw. Instead of glass windows,
they had oiled paper to let in the light.
One night mother staid late at the schoolhouse, to help the girls
trim it with evergreens. It was almost dark when she started for
home. She walked very fast, as -she felt lonely. Her way lay
through a thick, tall woods. and the path was narrow.
All at once she saw a big animal in front of her. What was
it? Acalf? No; it was a big black bear.
Was she afraid? Of course she was afraid. Shouldn't you be
afraid if you met a big bear in the woods? She had an umbrella
in her hand, and she held the point close to the bear's nose, and
opened and shut it as fast as she could. She called him all the
bad names she could think of, and he walked off, growling.
He was a brave bear, wasn't he, to be afraid of an umbrella?
Mother hurried on, and just as she got to the edge of the woods,
out he came again. Then she opened the umbrella at him again,
and shouted as loud as she could, and away he went.
Mother was so tired and frightened she almost fainted when
she got home. "I don't believe it was a bear; it must have
been neighbor Clapp's big heifer," grandma said.
But just as she said it, they heard a loud squeal. They ran to
the door, and there was the bear carrying off a pig. He had
jumped into the pen and got it.





Aunt Stella seized the dinner horn and blew a loud blast. That
was the way they used to call the settlers together when anything
was the matter. There was a great rush for grandfather's house,
and when the men heard about the bear they said, We must
kill him as soon as possible."
So they had a great hunt for him. They hunted all that
night and the next day. They found him, at last, sitting upon
the stump of a hollow tree, and they killed him.
What do you think they found in the hollow stump? Three
little cubs. The hunters brought the cubs to grandfather's farm,
and uncle Stephen kept one of them for a pet.
My little daughter Anna often asks to hear the story of how
the "Bear wanted to eat grandma." Last summer I took Anna
to the Zoological Garden. There we saw a family of bears.
One old bear was sitting in a tree, with his arms folded.
"Why, how pleasant he looks," said Anna. "I don't believe he
would eat anybody."
"No, I don't think he would," I said. "He is tame, and he
would rather have a sweet bun to eat than anything else."


DEAR child, with soul as white,
As the page whereon I write,
May strife from thee depart;
May peace dwell in thy heart.

May all thy cares be light.
May all thy tears be few;
May all thy cays be bright,
And all thy friends be true.


LITTLE Dame Gad-about,
Once upon a time,
Started for the sea-shore,
With her children nine;
Nine little Gad-abouts,
Dressed in their best, -
Bottle-green waistcoat,
Brow1nish striped vest.
Keeping step together,
Left foot, then the right,
Like a band of soldiers, -
What a pretty sight!

Little Dame Gad-about,
Scenting the fray,
Lifted her gauzy wings
And soared far away.
Nine little Gad-abouts,
Pausing, alack!
Furnished a nice repast
SFor the Misses Quack.

Mistress Quack went bathing
On the self-same day;
With her three young ladies,
In their suits of gray, -
Three charming Misses Quack,
Coming from their bath, -
Met the little Gad-abouts
Marching down the path.
Mistress Quack bethought her,
"'T is our time to dine;
Make yourselves at home, dears.-
Gobble up the nine !"


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