&&000 AMERICAN BOOK CO.  (1936)  3RD GRADE      AMR9363R.ASC
FRIENDS TO KNOW by Ullin W. Leavell et al
Source: Columbia TC: xerox, scan, edit by DPH 1-9-93

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As they rode past a grove of trees, they
saw many small tents there and a large
number of people eating lunch. =Oscar said,
That looks like a picnic. The people are
eating under the trees. 
They are camping,  the driver replied.
Hundreds of people come here each year.
They do not go to the hotels or cabins.
They like to sleep in the tents. 
     I should expect to find a big black
bear's nose under the edge of my tent, if
I slept outdoors in this park,  said =Marie,
with a laugh.
  Sometimes the bears do go to the
tents, when they are hunting for food, 
answered the driver.

=Oscar thought that the canyon was as
wonderful as =Old =Faithful. As he stood and
looked at this deep ditch that the roaring
river had cut, he could hardly believe that
it was =1'000 feet deep. The soil and rocks
were of many shades of brown, yellow, gray,
and red. Far, far down in the canyon,
=Oscar say an osprey, a hawklike bird, flying
from its nest in a tree.
Twenty people, dressed in walking suits
and heavy shoes, waited on the porch for
a guide. When he arrived, each one took
a stout stick or staff and followed the guide.


  In about a week, the little caterpillars
will come out of the eggs and begin to
eat the cabbage leaves. All summer my
father and I have been fighting the
caterpillars. 
  There is a monarch !   shouted =Ted.
A big orange-red butterfly was sailing
slowly along, near the boys.
  He does not seem to be in a hurry, 
said =Ted.   He is giving us time to get
a good look at his fine coat. See the
black bands and the rows of white spots !
=Monarch is a good name for him. He
dresses like a king. 
     You are right,  said =Willard.   There
is the butterflt milk weed and the butterfly,
too.  
  The monarch and the blossoms are
the very same color,  said =Ted.   Those
orange flowers are beautiful. Let us get
a few for our room. 
Over in the field, some pretty orange
and yellow flowers were growing.    
Butter and eggs !   cried the boys, as they broke
off some of the blossoms. Each blossom
as about an inch long. What  
queerlooking flowers they were !

 Helping =Our =Bird =Frienu;,
It was =Saturday afternoon and the =Clark
=Bird =Club was having a meeting in the
basement of =Albert's house. The boys and
girls were telling what they had been doing
to help their bird friends.
  There has been a feeding station in
our back yard for a long time,  said
=Hugh.   But the birds do not visit it
during the summer as much as they do
in the winter time. They can get plenty
of insects to eat in summer. 
  But how they love to splash around
in the birdbaths !   exclaimed =Vanda.
  I have a birdbath in my yard,  said
=Peggy.   How many of you have one?  

  It was pretty hard work,  said =Walter.
  =Father told me just how to do it, but
did most of the work myself.
  I made my birdhouse out of cedar
wood. That is the best kind of wood to
use. I used cedar wood that was one
half inch thick and eight inches wide.
The first thing I did was to cut the
hole for the door. I made it just as
big as a quarter, and I cut it four inches
from the floor. My door is large enough
for the wrens, but the sparrows cannot
get in.



=Yi !  cried =Helen, =George, and their =Indian
friends, as they came rushing into the
living room.
  The surprise is waiting for you, too !  
said =Mother, happily.  You may sit in a
half circle, facing the library door. You
are guests tonight, you know, and =Indian
guests are always seated so that their faces
are turned to the doorway.
The boys and girls seated themselves and
looked toward the door.
  It was fun to get this surprise ready
for you,  said Miss =Brown.   For four
years, I was a teacher in an =Indian school
out west. I wish that I could have
brought some of the boys and girls from
that school to talk to you tonight. But
since I could not do that, I have brought
some white boys and girls. They will play
that they are =Indians. Each one will tell
you a true story about the =Indians of
today. 
Miss =Brown opened the library door and
a very small girl, dressed in an =Indian
costume, stood up and made a bow.



=Tom's First Riddle:
My owners, who made me, had strong
hearts and were very brave. When they
moved, they always used me to help them.
I am only a simple drag, made of sticks
and hitched to a horse. Near the end of
the sticks, which drag on the ground, there
are strong cross-pieces. My owners stretched
the skin of an animal over me and placed
their food, tepees, and clothing upon me.
Their horses dragged me along. What am
I ?

=Robert's First Riddle:
The man who made me had the same
first name as I have. I am run by steam.
He named me =Clermont. I am much swifter
than a canal boat. At first, people laughed
at my owner for thinking that I could
travel under my own power. But when
they saw me make my first trip up the
=Hudson =River, they changed their minds.
They gave me a welcome as I pulled into
the harbor in =New =York. What am I ?


=Frances's first riddle:
Long ago, people had only a very  
slow way of going from the =Great =Lakes to the
=Atlantic =Ocean.  It was by land. Then
someone thought of me. I carried freight
and passengers. Mules or horses, walking
on the banks, pulled me along. I could
not go very fast. I went only four or five
miles an hour. But people could travel
faster and more comfortably on me than
they could travel on horseback or on foot.


  This little brown fellow is one of my
garden helpers,  Uncle =Bob added.   I
thought it was about time for him to
begin his work. 
=Billy and =Sue watched the toad catch
flies and beetles without ever moving his
head. Uncle =Bob told them that the toad's
tongue is fastened to the front of his
mouth instead of to the back.
  His tongue is very sticky,  he said.
  When Mr =Toad catches an insect, it
cannot get away. 
 It was fun to watch that little red
tongue dart in and out, as Uncle =Bob's
garden helper went on with his work.
  I really do not know how I could get
along without my garden helpers. If it
were not for the toads, the insects would
eat all of my garden plants. There would
be no fine garden plants.
  I have farm helpers, too. If it were not
for my farm helpers, the black snakes, the
small field mice would soon eat all of the
grain in my fields. 
  It was fun to watch your garden
helpers at work,  said =Sue,   but I do not
think I care to meet your farm helpers. I
do not like snakes. I shall stay away from
them, if you please. 
&&000 BOBBS-MERRILL READERS  1924 3rd GRADE          BOB9243R.ASC
(Concordia Press) THE THIRD READER by Clara B. Baker et al
[Evidently designed for Catholic elementary instruction]
Source: Center for Research Libraries @ U. Chicago  DPH 12-30-94
Scanned/edited by DPH 01-04-95

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They learned the =Ten =Commandments, the =Creed, and the =Lords
=Prayer. But, besides, the children had to learn
verses about the saints from an old almanac,
and stories about their lives and the wonderful
things they had done. =Little =Martin did not learn the
=Small =Catechism, of course. He wrote that himself when
he was a man. Nor did he hear the =Bible stories
that you learn in school. He got a queer idea
about =Jesus. Listen to what he said later: I
used to turn pale, and become frightened when
I heard the name of =Christ mentioned; for I
was taught to think of =Him as a hard and
angry judge only.
Even =Martins good parents believed and
told him things that were not right. In the
evening, when the father came home from work,
he would tell the children about his life down
in the mine. The miners believed that there
were fairies, goblins, and ghosts in the mine.
Hans =Luther told his children about them.
They would hear queer noises, he said, and the
spirits would sometimes fool the miners by making
them see heaps of silver that were not really there.
=Luther's mother, too, believed that one
of her neighbors had an evil eye, and could
bewitch her children, so that they were crying
all the time, and would get sick; or that she
could keep the cow from giving her milk, and
the like.
There was one thing that =Martin liked at
school, and that was singing. Oh, how he could
sing! He had a pleasing voice, and =God had
gifted him in music. It was the custom in those
days that poor boys would go to the houses of
the rich to sing for bread. When =Martin at
tended high school away from home, he also
sang for bread, until one day a kind lady took
him into her house, and cared for him as long
as he studied in that town. She had heard him
several times in church, and liked his singing
and the earnestness with which he prayed. When
=Martin was a man, he was counted among the
great musicians, and wrote many hymns and
songs.
Now I shall close my story by saying that
=Hans =Luthers prayer was heard. 


All the children were glad, too,
except =Lolo. He could not help thinking of
=Moufflou. What would poor =Moufflou do?
That night =Lolo called for =Moufflou in his
sleep. The next morning he could not eat or
play. He lay on the couch, with his crutch
beside him, and wept for =Moufflou.
=Tasso went down to the hotel to see if the
stranger would let him have =Moufflou for an
hour, so that his little brother could see him
again. At the hotel he was told that the man
who had bought the dog had gone the same
night to =Rome.
And =Moufflou with him? asked =Tasso.
The dog he bought went with him, said
the porter at the hotel. Such a beast ! Howling,
barking all the day, and all the paint scratched
off our doors !
Poor =Moufflou! =Tassos heart was heavy
as he went home.
What matter? said his mother, when he
told her. A dog is a dog. They will feed
him better than we could. In a week he will
forget us.
=Tasso was afraid that =Moufflou would not
forget; and he was sure that =Lolo would not
forget. And =Lolo did not forget. Day after
day the little lame boy lay on the couch and
could not play. Always he called for =Moufflou.
The mother grew afraid. She was sorry that
she had sold =Moufflou.

Early one morning =Lolo was awakened by a
scuffling noise. Soft feet came patter, patter,
patter up the stairs. A ball of mud and dust
flew over the bed. Swift as the wind, a little
dog dashed through the room, and leaped upon
the bed. =Moufflou had come home!
=Moufflou! cried =Lolo. The dog pressed
close to him, and kissed the boys thin face.
=Lolo was happy. He asked no questions. He
had =Moufflou; that was enough.
Alas ! it was not enough for the others. His
mother and =Tasso knew that the poodle had
been sold and paid for; that they could not keep
him; that his master would seek him out and
take him away. And then what would =Lolo do?



Ah! cried the =Judge. This is the =Knight
of =Atris horse. He has met with wrong, and
he rings the bell as loudly as the rest.
From street and lane a noisy crowd rolled
together, and they told the story of the poor
horse in twenty ways, with much shaking of
heads and fists.
At last the =Knight was called. And so my
horse, he said, has roused you from your
naps! And then he tried to laugh; but the
people did not join in.
You have done him wrong, said they,
and he rings the bell to call the =Judge.
The =Knight grew angry. With my own
horse, he cried, I shall do as I please.
Then the =Judge spoke. It is the will of the
=King, he said, that every one who rings this
bell shall have his wrong made right. When he
was young, this horse served you well in war and
in the hunt. Now that he is old, you must give
him shelter in your stable, and food and a field
as well. 
The =Knight went away with head hanging
low. The people shouting led home the horse
to his stable. The =King heard and laughed and
said, =Right well I am pleased. My bell helps
not only men and women, but dumb beasts as
well, who can not tell their wrongs. This poor
horse has made the =Bell of =Atri famous for all time.
And so it has, for every school child reads the
story of the =Bell of =Atri !


Do not mind, said the king. I will help
you get them again.
Run to the brook and stand, said the boy,
while I drive them out of the garden.
The king did as he was told. The boy ran
into the garden with his whip, and after a great
deal of shouting and cracking of the whip, the
geese were driven back to the meadow.
I hope you will forgive me for not being a
better gooseherd, said =Maximilian, but as I
am a king, I am not used to such work.
A king, indeed ! said the boy. I was
very stupid to leave the geese with you. But I
am not so =stupid as to think that you are a king.
Very well, said the king, with a smile.
Here is another gold piece, and so let us be
friends.
The boy took the gold and said, You are
a very kind man, and I think you would make
a good king; but if you were to try all your life,
you would never be a good gooseherd.
A long time ago there lived in =North =Carolina
a boy called =Jack. =Jacks father and brother
were in the army of =George =Washington. =Jack
was too young to go to war, and so he was left
at home to take care of his mother and his sisters.
One day =Jack was at work in a field on his
fathers farm. All at once he heard the tramp
of many feet. He looked up and saw =British
soldiers coming down the road.
He ran into the house shouting, The  
redcoats are here ! The redcoats are here !
The little girls ran upstairs to hide, but
=Jack and his mother went to the door.  
Already the yard was full of soldiers. The  
captain jumped from his horse, and came up to
the house.
We are in need of food, he said, and we
must search this place.
Then the soldiers began to search the house.


He could hear the =Fire =Spirits hissing after him.
But fast as they came, he fled faster, till at last
he saw the next runner, waiting. To him he gave
the brand, and once more it was off, gleaming in
the frosty air.
And so the brand passed from one runner
to the next. The =Fire =Spirits, hot and angry,
danced after it through the forests and up the
hills, till at last they came to the =Mountain of
the =Snows. This the =Fire =Spirits could not
pass, and they had to go back to the =Burning
=Mountain.
Then the runners went on, day after day,
with the streaming brand, red in the day time,
and blue at night, till they came at last to their
own land.
They put the fire among stones and fed it
with sticks and dry grasses, and it kept the
people warm through all the cold winters. The
=Boy was called always the =Firebringer; and as
for the =Coyote, the fur on his sides was always
yellow, from the fire that streamed out behind.


One =Christmas =Eve, two strangers came to
a village. They knocked at the door of a rich
farmer, and asked if they might spend the night
in his house.
No, indeed, said the farmer. We have
no room for beggars ! And he sent them off.
The two strangers went down the hill till
they came to a hut where the poor farm laborers
lived. They knocked at the door, and asked if
they might spend the night. The farm laborer
and his wife had only one bed in the little house,
but they invited the strangers in.
There was no meat in the house, but the
man went out and killed the one little goat they
had, and his wife roasted it, so that the strangers
might have a good dinner on =Christmas =Eve.
That night the strangers slept on the one
good bed, and the laborers slept upon the floor.
The next day was =Christmas, and the farm
laborer and his wife said that the strangers must
stay with them for the day. So they stayed,
and all went to church together; and they had
a very happy day.
When the strangers left at night, they said
to the man, How many horns had the little goat?
Why, two, said the man.
Then for your kindness to us, said the
stranger, you and your wife may have two
wishes, one each.
The man and his wife looked at each other.
We are very happy, as we are,  they said . We
wish nothing more.
The strangers smiled at the farm laborer and
his wife, as they went away.
We will come to visit you again next  
=Christmas =Eve, they said.
From that day on, everything went well with
the farm laborer and his wife. Their hens laid
more eggs than any in the country. They had
better milk and fatter pigs and finer sheep.
Soon the poor farm laborers were no longer poor
at all. They told the people in the village all about

A tramp was once walking through a forest.
He was afraid that night would set in before he
could find shelter. All at once he saw a light
between the trees, and soon he came upon a
little house. Just then an old woman came
toward him.
Good evening, said the tramp.
Good evening, said the woman. What
may be your business here?
Oh, I want a shelter for the night, he said.
I thought as much, said the woman, but
you may as well get away from here at once, for
my husband is not at home, and my house is
not an inn.
My good woman, said the tramp, you
must not be so cross. We must help one another
in this world.
Help one another? said the woman. Did
you ever hear of such a thing? Who will help
me, do you think?  I have not a bite to eat in
the house! No, you will have to look   
somewhere else for shelter.
But the tramp went on begging, until at last
the old woman gave in, and let him come into
the house.
You can lie on the floor for the night, she
said.  When he came into the room, he could see
that the old woman was not badly off, and so
he asked her for something to eat.
Where am I to get it? asked the old woman.
I have not tasted a bit myself all day.
The tramp was very cunning. Poor old
granny, he said. Then I shall have to ask
you to eat with me.
Eat with you! said the woman. What
have you to eat, I should like to know?
He who travels sees many new things,
said the tramp. Lend me one of your pots,
granny.
The old woman wanted to see what he would
do, and so she let him have a pot.
He filled it with water, and put it on the
stove, and then he blew till the fire was burning

Once upon a time there was a man who had
a meadow, and in the meadow there was a barn
for hay, but there was very little hay in the barn.
Every year on =StJohns night, when the grass
in the meadow was deepest, it was eaten down
to the ground.
At last the man said to his sons, for he had
three of them, One of you must go and sleep
in the barn on =StJohns night, for we can not
let the grass be eaten again.
The oldest son was ready to go. I will
watch the grass, he said. No one shall have
any of it.?
When evening came, he set off for the barn,
and lay down there to sleep. In the night there
came a rumbling, so that the walls and the roof
shook. Then up jumped the lad and took to
his heels as fast as he could, and never looked
back. As for the grass, it was eaten up, just
as before.
The next =StJohns night the man said to
his sons, It will never do to let the grass be
eaten again. One of you must go to the barn,
and watch, and watch well, too.
The next oldest son was ready to go. He
went to the barn, and lay down to sleep, as his
brother had done. When night came, there was
a great rumbling, so that the barn shook. When
the lad heard it, he became frightened, and took
to his heels, as if he were running a race. Again
the grass was eaten to the ground.
The next =StJohns night it was =Cinderlads
turn to watch. Cinderlad was the youngest
brother, and it fell to his lot to do all the dirty
work on the farm. When he made ready to go,
the others laughed at him.
You are just the man to watch the hay,
you are, they said. You have done nothing
all your life but sit in the cinders by the fire.
=Cinderlad did not care what they said. When
evening came, he walked up the hill to the
meadow. There he went into the barn and sat
down. Soon he heard a great rumbling, and
the walls shook.

One day =Brother =Rabbit and =Brother =Fox
and =Brother =Bear and some others were getting
a new field ready to plant corn. The sun was
very hot, and =Brother =Rabbit got tired, but
he did not want the others to call him lazy.
So he cried out that he had a thorn in his hand,
and then he slipped off to find a cool place to
rest.
Soon he came to a well with a bucket  
hanging in it. That looks cool, said =Brother  
=Rabbit. I will get in there and take a nap.
With that, in he jumped, and the bucket
began to go down ! =Brother =Rabbit was scared
almost out of his skin ! He did not know where
he came from or where he was going ! Soon the
bucket hit the water, and there it sat. =Brother
=Rabbit kept still, for he did not know what
would come next. He just lay there and shook.
=Brother =Fox always kept one eye on =Brother
=Rabbit. When =Brother =Rabbit slipped off
from the new field, =Brother =Fox slipped after
him. He was sure that =Brother =Rabbit was up
to something, and he was going to watch him.
=Brother =Fox saw =Brother =Rabbit come to the
well and stop. He saw him jump into the  
bucket, and then he saw him go down into the well.
=Brother =Fox did not know what to think.
He sat down in the bushes, and thought and
thought, but he could not make head or tail
of it.
Then he said to himself, Right down in
that well =Brother =Rabbit has his money hid.
If it isn't that, then he has found a gold mine
down there. If it isn't that, then I am going
to see what is in there.
=Brother =Fox came up closer, but he heard
nothing, and he kept on coming closer, but still
he heard nothing. By and by he came to the
well and peeped down, but he saw nothing and
heard nothing. All this time =Brother =Rabbit was almost
scared out of his skin. He was afraid to move,
for the bucket might turn over and spill him
out into the water.
&&000 GINN & CO.  (1929)   3RD GRADE         GIN9293R.ASC
THE NEW PATH TO READING--BOOK THREE by Anna D. Cordts
Source: Columbia TC xerox, scan, edit by DPH 1-11-93

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=Grandmother came into the room
and spied the child at once.
  Why, =Jenny ! Was that you playing
the piano?  she asked.
=Jenny burst into tears as her  
grandmother pulled her from her hiding place.
  Come, tell me, baby, was that really
you playing so nicely    her  
grandmother asked again?.
+Little =Jenny choked back her sobs.
She had not meant to be naughty, she
said. She only wanted to see if she
could play the tune that the bugles
played.
  So ! So !   said her grandmother,
proudly.   And so well you played it
too ! Every note right ! I thought it was
that naughty =Amelia staying home from
school. Or maybe a fairy had flown in
at the window to play the piano! 
=Jenny was laughing now through
her tears. =Grandmother was not angry,
but was pleased with her !

=Jenny =Lind =Growing =Up

Mrs =Lind was still too poor to keep
=Jenny at home, so =Jenny was sent to
live with her grandmother.
=Jenny's only playmate was the kitten
some one gave her. What pains she
took tying his blue ribbon bow, so that
it would look stylish ! When that was
done she would sit by the window and
sing the kitten to sleep. People in the
street listened to the fair-haired child
with dove-blue eyes, singing to her cat.
Mrs =Lind was advised to have =Jenny's voice trained.
But I have no money for lessons,  she replied.



tree. He waved it gently to and fro.
He was keeping the flies from the sleeping baby's face.
Then the baby smiled ! That smile was the most beautiful thing that

=Benjamin had ever seen. He forgot what he had been left to do. His
leafy fan fell to the floor. =Benjamin quickly
reached for some paper and ink and
began to draw the baby's picture. He
wanted to keep that smile always.
Little =Benjamin hurried to finish the
drawing. He did not hear his mother
come in.
  What is thee doing, =Benjamin ?  
she asked.
 Nothing,  he said.
 Then what does thee have in thy
hand ?   she asked.
 Nothing,  he said again.
Then =Benjamin's mother made him
show her what he was hiding. Poor
little =Benjamin! He was afraid he had
done something very wrong.
His father and mother were =Quakers,
or =Friends, as they are called. The
=Quakers thought it was wrong to own
anything that was not useful. =Benjamin
had never seen a picture in his life!
Now he would be punished for drawing
one, he thought. He hung his head and
waited while his mother looked at his
drawing. How surprised =Benjamin was when
his mother said:  =Why, it is the  
likeness of little =Sally ! Very well done,
too!  Then she put her arms around
the trembling little boy and kissed him.
Benjamin remembered that kiss all his
life. It made him want to try again.



mother's lap.   How should I feel if
=Teddy were given away, where I'd
never see him any more? And the
apples are bitterish, too, and I don't
like them. Oh, dear! 
But mother said maybe =Timothy
=Titus would come home again.   I've
heard of such things,  she said. And
then she told =Caroline a story about
a cat that traveled =forty miles back to
her old home.
 But I don't believe =Timothy =Titus
can,  sighed =Caroline.  He's over the
river, and there isn't any bridge, only
the ferryboat. I most know he can't. 
  Oh, stranger things than that have
happened,  said mother.
But she was as surprised as  
=Caroline was the next morning. When the
kitchen door was opened, what do you
think ? In walked =Timothy =Titus, as
large as life. He was just a little bit
draggled as to his fur and muddy
around his paws !
  Hello !   said father.
  Well, well !   said mother.   Why,
=Timothy =Titus !  
Just at that minute =Caroline came
running out in her nightgown. She
gave one look, and then she snatched
=Timothy =Titus up in her arms.


 I can't,  said =Azazruk, a bit sadly.
  =Mother says I might get lost in a
storm. 
 Oh, come on,  they teased.  We'll
watch you. We won't let you get lost. 
=Azazruk stopped a minute. He looked
up once more at the blue sky, and out
he went.  He was soon playing that he
was the only child of the two little girls.

The Little Runaway

All too soon =Azazruk's playmates
forgot their promise. They let him go
off on a little trip by himself, and for
this he was not a bit sorry. Now that
he was out of doors he saw so many
ways in which to go ! And away he
went to the schoolhouse. He had just
seen a strange dog team stop there.
There was something on the sled.
=Azazruk was sure it must be interesting
, very, very interesting. And soon
he was beside the sled, and =Ah-ne-ca!
Yes, it was interesting, a great striped
sack all tied up tight. What a surprise !
What secrets that sack might hold!
Now =Azazruk had never been told
that it was wrong to meddle with
things that were not his own, and
why should he have been ? In an
=Eskimo village everything belongs to
everybody. So =Azazruk meddled with that  
queerlooking sack. First he tumbled it off the
sled. Then he worked away till he
found out how to open it. And soon
he had emptied it out on the snow.
Here were more surprises, small
brown packages all tied round and
round with cords. =Azazruk took hold


Then father went on to explain.
 When people drove a horse and buggy,
if the driver wanted the horse to start,
he would say Get up! That meant
Go! When he wanted the horse to
stop, he would say  Whoa !  =That meant
Stop !   
Then father had to explain what
  gee   and   haw   meant.   These
words,  he said,  were used when  
people drove oxen. If the driver wanted
the oxen to turn to the right, he said
Gee! If he wanted them to turn to
the left, he said  Haw !  Then later,
when horses were used in place of oxen,
they were trained to  gee and haw. 
  Wouldn't that sound funny ?  
laughed =Don.   Get up ! Whoa ! =Gee !
=Haw !  
  Well,  said father,   that's the
way the world moves on. Your great
grandfather drove oxen. I drove a team
of horses. Soon you will be driving an
automobile, and I suppose your son will
drive,  
  An airplane !   cried =Don in  
delight.  But I am going to be a flier,
too, =Daddy. And oh, =Daddy, if  
greatgrandfather could go up in the clouds
with me, a =hundred miles an hour,
what would he say to that? 
   I guess he'd say,  Whoa ! Whoa,
there ! =Whoa ! =Whoa !   laughed father.
 I wonder if he would!   cried =Don.
And so did father.


see =Fee in it, curled up in a ball. He
winds his long, flat, furry tail around
him. Next you will see the brightest
eyes you ever saw. They look just like
black shoe buttons, but of course they
are red eyes. =Fee has big eyes, so that
he can see well at night.
In the morning you may see his
tracks in the snow. You may see, also,
where he ate his supper of sunflower
seeds or cracked grain.
Flying squirrels often run around all
winter. They do not sleep most of the
time as other kinds of squirrels do.
=Fee's flying-squirrel relatives sail from
tree to tree as far north as there are
any trees. That means that they live
where the weather is very cold indeed.
There are, however, days in summer
when it is really hot where the  
=Eskimos and =Fee's relatives live. Even in
winter, some days are not much colder
there than in the coldest parts of our
own country. I wish that you might come to my
house sometime and let =Fee eat  
sunflower seeds from your hand as he
does from mine. I am sure that you
would like each other.



before the eyes of all the people, 
exclaimed grandmother.   All the little
specks of ashes turned into stinging
flies and mosquitoes. 
  Oh =Grandmother,  cried =Karo,   what
did the people do then? 
  Well,  said grandmother,   of course
they didn't like the flies and the  
mosquitoes. But even mosquitoes are not
so bad as that terrible goblin. It is not
nearly so bad to be stung by a mosquito
as to be eaten up by a monster. 


The Tongue-Cut Sparrow

=Karo's grandmother told him  
wonderful stories, stories about fairies and
brownies, terrible dragons and goblins !
But once =Karo's grandmother told about
a little sparrow. It was the story of the
tongue-cut sparrow.
  Once, long ago, in a little old house
in =Japan, lived a little old man and his
dear little wife.
  Every morning when the warm
sun peeped up over the mountain, the
little old woman opened the screens at
the sides of her house. One morning,
as she was letting in the sunshine, a
little sparrow hopped up to the  
doorstep. The little old woman picked up
the sparrow and held him in the warm
sunlight. Then she took him into the

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Very early the next morning, =Pa fastened the big
bundle of furs to his shoulders, and
started to walk to town.
=Ma was afraid something would
happen, but =Pa said that by starting
before the sun was up and walking
very fast all day he could get home
again before dark.
The nearest town was far away.
=Laura and =Mary had never seen a town.
They had never seen a store. They had
never seen even two houses standing
together. But they knew that in a town
there were many houses, and a store
full of candy and salt and flour and
other wonderful things.
They knew that =Pa would trade his
furs to the storekeeper for beautiful
things from town. All day long they
thought of the presents he would bring
them. When the sun dropped below
the treetops, the little girls began to
watch for =Pa.


The sun set, the woods grew dark,
and he did not come. =Ma started supper
and set the table, but he did not come.
It was time to milk the cow and feed the
chickens, and still he had not come.
=Ma said that =Laura might come with
her while she milked the cow. Laura
could carry the lantern.
It had grown cold, so =Laura put on
her heavy coat. She put her hands into
her red knitted mittens, while =Ma
lighted the candle in the lantern.
=Laura was proud to be helping =Ma
with the milking.


In one field a man was plowing. His
carabao was pulling the plow across the
field and back again, making the soil
ready for the rice plants.
Another field was black with rice
birds. The birds were feeding on the
ripe rice. The children wondered why
some one was not frightening the birds
away. Then they saw the reason. The
little boy in the hut was fast asleep.
=Manuel called to him,  Wake up! The
rice birds are in your field!  The little
boy woke up with a start. Quickly he
pulled a string. The string pulled the
bamboo poles out in the field. The poles
shook the leaves that were tied to the
strings between the poles. Away flew
the rice birds !
At last the family reached the town.
Soon they came to the house where the
children's uncle lived. Out from the
house rushed their cousins, =Paz and =Juan.
Down from the carriage jumped =Manuel
and =Rita. As soon as the greetings were
over, the children ran to join some of
their friends who were playing games.
The boys played a game with sticks.
Each boy found two sticks, one a short
stick and the other a long stick.
=Manuel put his short stick down on a
stone. Then he hit the end of the short
stick with his long stick. The short stick
flew into the air. While it was in the
air =Manuel hit it again as hard as he
could. The stick flew through the air
and landed far away on the ground.
The next boy hit his short stick. It
landed under the house. =Juan's stick
hit a tree and bounded back.


an army of rats and mice ran in and
ate from every dish. The captain
wondered at this, and asked if they did
not have a great deal of trouble with
the mice.
 Oh, yes, said the king.  I would
give half my riches to be free of them.
They not only eat our food, as you see,
but they come to my room at night and
trouble me so that I cannot sleep.
Then the captain jumped for joy, for
he remembered the cat which =Dick
=Whittington had given him. So he told
the king that he had a little creature
on board his ship that could kill all
these rats and mice.
Bring this creature to me, said the
king, and if she does what you say she
will, I will load your ship with gold and
jewels in exchange for her.
The captain pretended to be very
sorry to part with the cat, but at last
he went down to the ship to get her.
While he was gone the king and queen
had another dinner prepared.

When =Lincoln was a young man he
worked in a country store. One night as
he was about to close the store a woman
came in and bought half a pound of tea.
The next morning =Lincoln happened
to look at the scales. He was surprised
to see, from the weights on the scales,
that he had given the woman only a
quarter of a pound of tea. Lincoln at once
closed the store and carried to the
woman another quarter of a pound of tea.


I was going for my first trip alone
on the railroad cars. The man failed to
call for my trunk. I was standing by the
gate, my hat and coat on, crying as if
my heart would break, when Mr =Lincoln
came by.
  Why, what s the matter ?  he asked,
and I told him my story. How big is
the trunk? There's still time if it isn't
too big. My mother and I took him up to my
room where my little old trunk stood,
ready for the trip.
 Before I knew what he was going to
do, =Lincoln had shouldered the trunk,
was downstairs, and going out of the
yard. We reached the railroad station
in time. Mr =Lincoln put me on the
train, said good-by, and told me to have
a good time.

The hut is made of the trees which
have been cut down to clear the land.
This hut shelters both men and cows.
The cows live in the back of the hut and
the men live in the front of it.
Early in the morning the cows must
be milked before they are turned out to
graze on the sides of the mountain. Every
night when they return they are milked
again. During the day =Fritz's father
makes the milk into cheese.
Sometimes =Fritz helps his father with
the cheese making. Sometimes he goes
out with the men who keep the cows
from wandering too far away on the
mountain, and who see that no wild
animal comes near to harm them.
When the cows have eaten all the
grass in this spring pasture, the men and
boys drive them still farther up on the
mountain side to the summer pasture.
Here there are no trees, but only rocks
with a little grass growing between them.
It is too cold here for trees to grow, for
in winter the wind sweeps over the
mountain and covers the ground with
many feet of snow. Even in the summer
there is snow on the top of the mountain.
Sometimes there is a little snow down
where the cows feed.

 Why, I am just handsome, that's all,
replied =Turkey. He grew red in the
face and stuck out his wings until they
dragged on the ground as he pulled out
his feathers.
I thought so, answered =Wind =Boy.
 You can't do anything but eat  
grasshoppers. You can't fight, you can't dance,
you can't sing.
 Well, said =Turkey, I'm going to
learn soon.
Folding his tail and bending his head,
=Turkey walked through the bushes. After
a while he saw =Partridge sitting on a
log and singing with all his might as
he drummed.
 That s just it, said =Turkey to himself
I'm going to be a great singer.
Puffing up once more he strutted
over to =Partridge. You sing fairly well,
=Partridge, said he. Will you teach me
how to sing?
 What will you give me ?  replied
=Partridge.
Some of my fine feathers, answered
=Turkey.
Make a necklace for me and =I will
teach you, said =Partridge.
So =Turkey picked some feathers from
his body and made a fine necklace
which he gave to =Partridge.
 First of all, said =Partridge,  you
must take my whistle and try it while I
drum. As you whistle you must dance.
After a while the whistle will stick in
your throat and then the noise will
stay there.
=Turkey looked at =Partridge's whistle
and found it was a short, shiny bone.
Then he put it in his mouth and made


A long time ago, when strange things
happened, a tiger was caught in a cage.
He tried to break the bars with his
teeth, but the iron bars were too strong
for him. He rolled and howled because
he could not get out. Just then a poor
=Brahman came by.
Oh, I pray you, let me out of this
cage, cried the tiger.
 No, no, my friend, said the =Brahman.
 If I should do that, you would eat me.
 Not at all, cried the tiger.  I should
not think of doing such a thing. On the
other hand, I should be so pleased that
I would be your slave.
Then the tiger sighed and wept so hard
that the =Brahman felt sorry for him, and
opened the cage door. Out jumped the
tiger and seized the poor man.
 How foolish you were to let me out ! 
he said.  I am very, very hungry. I shall
certainly eat you.
The =Brahman was much frightened.
Let us talk this over, he begged. Is
this the way to pay me? You are not
treating me fairly. Let us go to the village
close by and find three men. We will
tell them the story and let them decide
if you are treating me fairly.


All at once a smaller boat came very
near to the ferry. A man on the ferry
sounded two short blasts on the whistle.
The two short blasts were the signal to
the small boat to go to the left.
The whistle was so loud that all the
people on the ferry jumped. =David was
frightened, but the little boat passed
safely. The small boat danced up and
down with the waves which the ferry
had made.
The ferry slowly made its way across
the river and at last came to the shore.
=David always liked to watch the men
make the ferry fast to the dock. When
the ferry was close to the shore two men,
who had been standing on either side of
the ferry, jumped onto the dock. They
fastened the ferry to the dock. Then the
men opened the gates, and the people
and automobiles went off the ferry.
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This officer counted the hides and lumps
of tallow. Then he gave =Father a paper
telling how much money they would bring.
=Father could choose tools and other things
from the ship's store until he had spent
as much money as the paper said.
Next morning before daylight, oxcarts
were loaded with the folded hides and
great lumps of tallow. One by one the
oxcarts started for the shore.
After breakfast the whole family set
out, dressed in their best. =Mother and
the girls rode in an oxcart. =Juan and his
father and brothers were on horseback.
Soon they could see the ship, lying
offshore where the water was deep.
Men were carrying folded hides and
lumps of tallow on their heads, and piling
them into small boats. People from other
ranchos were arriving.
=Juan's whole family got into one of the
boats and were taken out to the ship. Up
a rope ladder they climbed to the deck,
and then down some stairs to the hold.
=Juan's eyes grew round with wonder.
Down there below the deck were more fine
things than he had ever seen before. He
looked quickly to right and left. Yes, there
were some boots in a far corner! Straight
to the boot counter he went.
=Juan's mother and sisters were choosing
silk shawls, coral beads, ribbons, tapes,
and tassels. His father and brothers were
picking out tools needed on the rancho.
But =Juan saw only a pair of boots that
he knew should belong to him. They were
a beautiful soft brown and were trimmed
in silver like his saddle.

Winter passed. At last the first breath
of spring came into the garage through
the gasoline smells. It made the small
green car think of cement roads climbing
up hills toward the sky.
 If I ever get out of this dark garage,
thought the small green car,  I'll keep
away from taxicabs the rest of my life.
One day two tall boys came into the
garage and stood looking at him. One of
them said to the garageman,  How much
do you want for it ? 
You can have it for =thirty dollars,
said the garageman. And for another
twenty I'll fix it up for you, if you'll do
some of the work on it yourselves.
The boys asked about some other
matters. The car could not hear all they
said, but way down in his old battery a
tiny spark of hope began to stir.
The boys looked carefully at the tires
and at this part and that. Then the car
heard one of them say,  We want to drive
to the =Far =West and camp on the way. Do
you think it would go that far ? 
 Oh, yes, answered the garageman.
 The engine is as good as new. That car
would go out =West and back three times
over.
At last, thought the small green car.
The next day workmen came with tools.
The little car was jacked up. A new wheel
and inner tube were put on him. Then he
was pushed on to an elevator and taken up
to the workshop. At first he felt queer
on four wheels after standing on three
for so long, but a good oiling helped him.


When the children reached their own
farm, they found a surprise waiting for
them. Their aunt had come all the way
from the city for a visit, and she had
brought them drums and marbles, books
to read, new dolls and candy.
They enjoyed the next few days so much
that they forgot about the wooden carvings
they had left at =Troll =Spring. And =Anna
even forgot about her =Johanna.
The day after their aunt had left, =Anna
missed =Johanna, and began looking for
her. But no =Johanna could she find.
At last =Katrin said,  You must have
left =Johanna at =Troll =Spring, =Anna.
 Let's go back and look for her, said
=Tumi.  Then we can get our wooden
toys too. Surely the trolls have turned
them to stone by now.
So the children set out. When they
came to the clumps of birches near the
spring, =Tumi ran ahead.
 Look !  he cried.  My tiny house has
changed to stone! 
 And my doll too!  said =Katrin.
 And so has =Johanna!  cried little
=Anna.
The lost doll had been dropped where
the spray reached her. Now she was hard
and gray from the tips of her toes to the
top of her head !
At sight of =JohaIma little =Anna was
almost in tears. Suddenly she thought
of something else. Where is the troll
that =Einar made for me ?  she asked.  I
don't see him anywhere.
At once all the children began looking
for him, but no sign could they find of
the queer little man that =Einar had carved
out of birch wood.

=Simpleton asked sadly,  But what good
are mice and a turnip to me ? 
Wait and see, said the toad.  Just
put one of my little toads into the turnip.
He reached out and picked up a young
toad and put her into the yellow turnip.
No sooner was she inside it than she
turned into a princess, wonderfully fair.
The turnip became a coach of gold, and
the six mice were now horses with long
manes.
Simpleton climbed into the coach beside
the princess and drove off to the king.
His brothers had really not looked for
princesses, but had brought back the first
servant women they met.
When the king saw the three women
there before him, he decided as before,
 When I am gone, my youngest son shall
rule the country.
 How ashamed we'd be to have such a
stupid king on the throne,  cried the two
older brothers.  There must be one more
chance. The three women must try to
jump through the ring that hangs in the
middle of the hall.

 They had sugar on them, said =Joey,
almost crying.
 Oh, oh, said =Juggins, ready to cry
too.  I'm hungry and thirsty. What
shall we do ? 
Just then they heard a shout. Mr =Ted
had looked over at =White =Cap =Island ! He
came jumping across the rocks in his
fisherman's boots.
 Well, young friends !  said Mr =Ted,
as he walked right into the water.  We
thought you had both run home for supper
instead of waiting for the lobsters.
The water was not yet very deep, and in
just two minutes Mr =Ted carried first
=Juggins and then =Joey over to the =Point.
Then they all ran toward the fire. Miss
=Cherry and all the others stood up and
shouted and waved to them.
There were plenty of good things left
after all.  =Juggins and =Joey sat on a rock
beside =Miss =Cherry, and they had all the
lobster and sandwiches and lemonade and
cookies that they could eat. And they
finished off with sugared doughnuts.
 Isn't it fun !  said =Juggins between
bites.  This is a wonderful lobster roast.

 You won't take your eyes off the baby
for a minute, will you ?  asked =Dorothy.
 Since he learned to stand, I never know
what he'll be up to next. Keep him in his
play pen. Don't take him out of it.
 We'll watch him like eagles, =Terry
promised.
It was a warm summer day, and big
sister =Dorothy was going shopping and to
the library. For the first time the twins
were to take care of =Dickie all alone for
an afternoon. They felt very important.
 Do be careful, said =Dorothy.  I think
nothing will happen, but if anything does,
call =Doctor =Edwards. He'll come right
over.
 Nothing will happen. You have a good
time and forget all about us, said =Chris.
 I wish I could, said =Dorothy. She got
into the car and drove slowly away.
It was very pleasant out in the garden.
An oriole flashed out of the cherry tree.
The dog =Floppy bounced around, wagging
his tail and begging the twins to play with
him. =Dickie crept around in his pen and
played quietly with his toys.
 You know, said =Terry,  it's funny
=Dickie doesn't walk. The baby book says
he should when he's about a year old
=Penny is walking. I saw her.
 She's a girl, said =Chris.  Boys are
slower.
 =Dickie tries to take steps, said =Terry.
 But he never lets go of the thing he's
holding on to. We should do something
about it. It's important.
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and nails, and he kills the squeak before some actor releases
the noise and spoils the sound effect of a scene. This man has
found and destroyed -hundreds of squeaks, any one of which
might have cost a month's wages in lost time and spoiled film.
All glass used on a motion-picture set must be perfectly
transparent, or else the camera will pick up reflections and
show the dirt. Not long ago an actress walked through a  
plateglass show window and fractured her nose. Immediately a
new job was created for someone. Now on every set requiring
the use of glass, it is one man's duty to stretch strips of black
tape in the form of crosses over all glass until the camera
begins to reel. No further glass accidents have been reported
there.
 Mirror spoiler is the unusual title given to one man
whenever his studio films a picture requiring the use of  
mirrors on the set. And with good reason, for mirrors, no matter
how carefully placed, pick up light and bounce it back into
the camera. In order to kill this reflection the  mirror
spoiler  coats all mirrors with a thin layer of liquid wax.
It is one man's job to save properties from damage. But it
is another's to do a fine job of wrecking things. He breaks
crockery and statuary so effectively that whenever a scene is
shot in which a fight or storm supposedly has taken place,
he smashes a score or more of plates, statues, and vases to
small bits. Scattered around the set, these fragments add to
the appearance of confusion.
Suppose the director calls for a cobweb-filled haunted
house. After the set has been made to look old, in walks a
human spider to spin the web. One expert recently invented
a novel machine with which he can fill a large room with
interlaced webs in ten minutes. This consists of an electric
fan, with a container of liquid rubber fitted directly in front
of the blades. A tiny thread is pushed out by pressure and the
air current blows it away.
It is the ambition of every director to see his productions
and his name on the screen. Yet there is in =Hollywood one
man who has directed =thousands of pictures, and not one
foot of them ever has reached the public. The gentleman
who has filmed so many scenes, all of which reach the scrap
can, is a test director. All the principal players come to him.
He tests them to make sure that their make-up is of the
proper color and that it is properly applied; that they have
selected suitable costumes; and that they read their lines in
the manner selected for each character. Those who  pass 
are selected for the picture, and the test film is discarded.
Every actor likes to have his face appear in all the theaters
of the land. But there are many actors in =Hollywood, both
men and women, who have never been photographed by a
movie camera. These actors whom you never see on the
screen are known as  stand-ins.
 Stand-ins  are chosen because each of them closely  
resembles in size and features some high-salaried star. The
 stand-in  appears for long hours before the camera,  
sitting, standing, and walking while the cameraman studies
angles and makes adjustments. At the last moment, when all
is ready, the star appears and plays the scene.
Seldom do you see a natural flower or blossom in a  
picture. Usually even the color is not actually that of the  
original. For instance, one artist specializes in creating
beautiful
artificial flowers and trees, making them of lacquer, bamboo,
copper, and paper. Not long ago he produced in a few days
ten =thousand branches of peach blossoms, each consisting of
w ood-fiber flowers tied to natural wood. On another occasion
he made one =hundred apple blossoms, each five feet wide and


vaulter started down the runway. He was covering the
ground almost effortlessly and going at great speed when he
jabbed his pole into the take-off hole and shot his body into
the air. It was a magnificent try, but still not quite good
enough. His arm ticked the bar as he released the pole; the
bar trembled and slid off the pegs.
 Oh! Too bad!  sighed the crowd, in disappointment.
=Jim =Eller, rising from the pit, shook his fist at the top of
the standards, which brought a roar of laughter. Here was
a natural athlete, one who didn't take himself too seriously.
One who refused to be depressed by failure.
 My own fault that time!  =Jim analyzed as he neared
=Carlton, who was getting in position for his second try.
 You deserve to have made it, complimented =Carlton,
wetting dry lips.
 Thanks, said =Jim.  Good luck to you! 
But the old hazard was there and the form was gone. He
scarcely got his body into the air and sent the bar flying by
contact with his pole.
 =Gee, he's gone to pieces entirely!  groaned =Ralph.  I
only hope =Eller doesn't make good on his last attempt. If he
does, =Carlton can't tie him in a =million years! 
 But if =Eller misses, we can get out of this meet with no
worse than tie, reminded =Bill.
 Which isn't enough!  declared =Ralph, spiritedly.  We
had our hearts set on winning this meet! =Carlton, snap out
of it! You can do better than that! 
=Carlton, hearing =Ralph's exhortation, shook his head,
sadly. He was making a sorry showing and he couldn't help
himself .
 All right, =Eller! Let's go!  called a =State fan.
And =Jim =Eller, self-assured and determined, nodded, as
he started. This time he would go over. He'd give the crowd



the crags.  If =I do not return, he said to =Hrothgar,  send
my gifts to =Hygelac, my lord across the sea.
Sadness weighed on every man who stood by the  
dangerous pool. Every man believed that =Beowulf was going to his
death.  =Hrothgar turned away; he could not watch. He went
to wait alone in =Heorot.
Without another word or backward glance, =Beowulf dived
into the pool. Wearing full battle armor, he sank heavily.
Breakers, sucked in from the sea, smashed against the cliff.
The water boiled and foamed. The warriors stared at the
growling water with troubled eyes. No one dared hope to see
=Beowulf again.
All day they waited. Night was coming on. Then a change
came over the space of water before them. Welling up from
the black depths was a surge of bloody foam. The water
spurted, gurgled under, bursts in twists of spray. The men
were sick at heart. Every warrior thought to himself,  That
is the blood of =Beowulf. The monster has killed him.
But before the sun had set, =Beowulf was beside them.  
Shaking the sea water from his head and shoulders, he dragged
himself out of the pool. The water lay black and stagnant
now behind him. Many hands reached out to help him off
with his helmet, to help him untie the lacings of his armor.
At the feet of =Beowulf rolled the heads he had brought up
in his arms, the gaping heads of =Grendel and =Grendel's
mother.
=Beowulf was so weary that he did not speak. Without a
word he rode forward across the marsh to =Heorot.  
Wondering, the warriors mounted their horses and followed him.
With them they carried the ugly heads of the monsters who
would never again bring sorrow to =Hrothgar's people.
That night the banquet for =Beowulf brought him more
gifts than he could count, gold cups and rings, fine armor


 What did I tell you?  =Allie crowed.  That's erosion.
 You and your erosion!  =Eddie exclaimed as he began to
walk back toward his house.  A baseball diamond is what's
worrying me. We've got to have a place to practice.
 You wouldn't believe me when I told you about  
erosion, =Allie persisted.  That's what erosion does. It makes
gullies.
=Eddie turned on =Allie and made a face at him, but just
then Mr =Winters stepped out of the store and looked at
=Allie.
 Say, son, he asked curiously,  did I hear you say  
erosion? 
 Yes, sir, =Allie said, respectfully.  =Eddie here doesn't
believe in erosion.
 You don't believe in erosion, =Eddie?  Mr =Winters
puffed on his pipe.
=Eddie jerked his thumb at =Allie.  This guy's got a word
out of a book, and he's just kept saying it at me for the last
two hours, erosion, erosion, erosion. All I know, Mr  
=Winters, =Eddie said seriously,  is that the only baseball  
diamond the =Westwood =Indians have to practice on has a gully
in it two feet deep that runs out through right field down
into the weeds. Now what's that got to do with erosion? 
Mr =Winters laughed,  =Allie's right, =Eddie. That gully
does have something to do with erosion. You know, he said,
I've been watching that gully myself. Mighty interesting
gully. =Allie laughed.
=Eddie didn't think Mr =Winters understood.  I guess you
never played ball, Mr =Winters. You wouldn't joke about
the diamond if you had. That just means the =Westwood  
=Indians aren't going to get into the =Boys' =League this year.
 Oh, I don't know, Mr =Winters said.  Why not?  

Time and time again, =Bob's flight schedule would be  
returned with the simple phrase,  Not approved scribbled
on it, followed by a bold flowing  =R, as definite and  
unmistakable as the =Old =Man himself.
Occasionally, to break the monotony of discouragement,
there would come a curt little note from the bridge:  Oil
spots on deck under port catapult. Remove immediately.
=Bob had never felt so disheartened in his life. He was sunk.
Only pride kept him from appealing to =Commander  
=Deering for a change of duty.
Meanwhile, fleet exercises went ahead apace, and gunnery
competition, always keenly fought out between ships,  
narrowed down to the final contest. The =Denver and the =Salem
were to fight it out for the trophy.
On the morning of the official practice, reveille roused out
the crew at four o'clock, an hour earlier than usual. There
was an air of expectancy in the preparation that went on all
over the ship. All hands were clothed in fresh underwear,
to remove the possibility of infection should anything go
wrong which might result in injuries.
Recoil cylinders were filled with liquid which would  
absorb the powerful kickback of the guns. Breechblocks were
carefully checked. Sights were handled with the same care
an anxious mother might give to a small infant. Electrical
firing circuits were checked over for shorts. The decks
around the antiaircraft guns were swabbed down with a thick
lye solution which would absorb oil and grease, in order that
the wooden planks might be easier to clean.
There was excitement in the very air, and the crew of the
=Denver were strung taut as a brace wire. Tension underlay
all the quiet commands of the officers and the ready replies
of the men. Who should win the =Gunnery =Trophy depended
upon this day's work, and the crews of the =Salenl and the


something. Just then one of the =British horses
nipped at the black, and she backed away, almost knocking
the boy over.
 Steady, there!  yelled the =Redcoat, and then resumed
his talk with the man in the doorway.
As =Nathan thrust his fingers under the saddle again, he
heard the dragoons coming down the stairs. Evidently the
search was ended and they were about to ride off! Again his
hand was touching something beneath the saddle. With
thumb and forefinger upon a corner of the object, he drew
it slowly downward. The moonlight flashed momentarily
on an oblong white packet as he jerked it forth and thrust it
beneath his shirt.
=Nathan was nowhere in sight as the =British rode off. He
had retreated to the shelter of a brush heap at the north of
the house, ready to retreat farther into the woods if the
soldiers should decide to hunt for him. But they were not
interested in a mere boy. They had searched the house twice
and were satisfied that the rebel horseman was not within.
The =British had been gone at least a quarter of an hour
when =Nathan entered the living room and thrust his  
shoulder against the panel at the end of the fireplace. =Dawson
stepped forth, blinking in the candlelight.
 =Eh?  he demanded, gazing hard at something in the
boy's extended hand.  =Eh, what, what 
 I took it from beneath the saddle, said =Nathan.
 You, you, what?  With a hoarse cry the man
seized the packet and examined it. Then his legs wavered
under him, and he sat down hard upon the bench.  Lad,
he muttered,  you, you tricked them!  Suddenly he
sprang to his feet and threw his arms about =Nathan's neck.
 You've done me a service! I'll never forget it as long as
I live. Tell me your name, lad! 
 =Nathan =Cathcart, sir.
 =Cathcart, =eh? I'll not be likely to forget that name. I had
a friend, =Jack =Cathcart, who fell at =Bunker =Hill.
 He was my father, =Nathan said in a low voice.
For several seconds the man and the boy stood facing each
other in silence.   
 Well, lad, the soldier said at last,  I must be off. The
=Blue =Fox =Tavern lies but a few miles up the road, and there
I can procure another horse. Your hand, =Nathan, and I
promise you that =George =Washington  shall hear of what has
happened this night! 
=Nathan watched him as he made his way down the slope
in the moonlight. Then the boy climbed the stairs once more
to his room, this time to undisturbed sleep.

We had hunted over most of =Uncle =Benny's
yard, looking for the =Rajah's =Vase, when =Phin
=Fox came sliding in on his long thin legs and
put his hands in his pockets and looked at us.
 Well, have you found anything yet?  he asked.
There were five of us hunting for the =Rajah's Vase in
=Uncle =Benny's yard, =Jane and =Ella =May and =Tuck =Tucker
and =Stumpy =Lane and myself, and we had been hunting
for an hour or two but we had not found anything yet.
 No, I said,  we haven't found it yet, but now that
you've come I guess it's as good as found. You tell us where
it is.
I said that sort of sarcastic because =Phin =Fox was a great
one to tell you how to do things and how to fix things. He
thought he knew about everything, and he was always telling
us. But he did not get mad or sore. He just grinned the way
he always grins.
 Why, yes, =George, he drawled,  that's just what I
came over for. I thought I'd give you a chance to get done
with the useless hunting and then I'd come over and find the
=Rajah's =Vase for you.
 Sure!  scoffed =Tuck =Tucker.  Oh, sure, =Phineas! We
needn't hunt any more, fellows, =Phineas the =Great will
show us where it is.
&&000 D.C. HEATH  (1927)  3RD GRADE          HEA9273R.ASC
HORTON-CAREY READERS by Edith Horton and Annie Carey
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his ragged clothes that he was poor. When he heard that =Dick was
all alone in the world and that he had no home, he said that he
might go if he wished.  When the driver cracked his whip, and the
eight fine horses with bells on their heads started off, =Dick
walked proudly beside the wagon, feeling very happy.
  How =Dick was able to walk to =London no one knows, for the
distance was great and it took many days. He must have got food
from kind people along the way and perhaps he slept with the horses
at night or in the wagon. Anyway, =Dick reached =London in safety
and bade good-by to the driver. He started off to hunt for the
golden streets. Instead of finding gold, he found only dirt in the
streets and he had not even a bit of bread for his
supper. At last he was so tired he could go no farther and sat down
on the steps of a house and cried himself to sleep. He awoke in the
morning very stiff from his long walk and very hungry. He jumped up
and walked on, asking every one he met for a halfpenny to buy
bread, for by this time poor =Dick was nearly starved. He was weak
and sick and looked as if he would fall to the ground.
So thought a nice, fine-looking gentleman, who came along and saw
him. When =Dick saw this gentleman looking at him with kind eyes,
he said, =Please, sir, give me a halfpenny, I am so hungry. 
Why don't you go to work ?   asked the man.
 I should like to work,  answered =Dick, but I do not know where to
find work.   Nobody wants me.   If you are willing to work, come
with me,  said the gentleman. He took =Dick to a hayfield where he
worked until the hay was all put into the barn. Then there was no
more for =Dick to do and he was just as badly off as ever. He spent
all the money he had earned in the hayfield and was again nearly
starved.


princess heard of this, she wept bitterly and begged the men to
nail his head over the dark gate of the castle where she could see
it sometimes.                                    

The men did as she asked.

THE KING AND THE FALSE PRINCESS

The old king often sat at a rear window in the castle. Many times
he saw =Elsa in the  courtyard and wondered at her beauty. He said
to himself, She is too beautiful to be a servant. 
At last he went to the bride to be and asked who
this maiden was.
Oh,  said the wicked, false maid, she is only a little girl I
brought with me. Give her some work to do. 
Work to do,  said the king to himself; this beautiful maiden cannot
and must not work in the courtyard of the castle. 
Then he thought of =Goslin, the keeper of his geese. So the king
spoke to =Elsa and told her that she was to go with =Goslin to the
meadow and help him watch the geese.
Yes, your majesty,  replied =Elsa,   I shall do as you wish.  But
so graceful and beautiful was this young maid that the old king was
puzzled. 

=ELSA AND GOSLIN

Early the next morning =Elsa and =Goslin started for the meadow
with the geese.
As =Elsa passed under the gate, she looked up and saw the head of
=Florice nailed to the wall. She wept softly and said, Oh,
=Florice, =Florice. l thus I see thee I   and the head answered:
Bride to be, bride to be,
Soon, soon, again, I'll follow thee. 

Then she went on with =Goslin, out of the town, and drove the geese
to the meadow.
When she reached the meadow, she sat down on the grassy bank and
then let down her hair which was pure gold.
When =Goslin saw her beautiful golden hair
swaying in the morning breeze, he ran up to her
and wanted to pull out some of it, but she cried:


A long, long time ago there lived in a country
a great way off an old man who made toys.
He was a miser and all the money he made he
put away in a barrel which he hid in his cellar.
The toys he made were very wonderful. The
children who went to his shops looked round and
round and round. They found it hard to decide
what they should buy.
There were tin soldiers and wooden soldiers.
There were horses and cows, cats and dogs, lions
and tigers, and monkeys and parrots.
The old man made a jack in the box too, and
how the children jumped when =Jack popped out !.
But of all the toys the old man made, he prized
his dolls the most.
There were dolls with black hair, dolls with fair
hair, dolls with blue eyes, and dolls with black
eyes.
But one doll was the old man's fondest pet and
this one he kept hidden in a dark closet.
It was a doll of life size and very beautiful.
It had pretty, pink cheeks, a mouth like a  
rosebud, and golden hair. Its eyes were blue like the
sky, and altogether it was the prettiest doll you
ever saw.
NOW the old man had a son called =Victor,
whom he dearly loved, and a nephew whom he
treated very unkindly.
He loved his son so much that he wanted the
boy to marry a good and lovely wife, so that he
would be happy all his life. Then he meant to
give them the gold which he was saving.
But none of the young maidens he saw about
were beautiful enough for his beloved son. He
looked in every household, but could find no
maiden anywhere who was worthy to become his
son's wife. None could compare in looks with his beautiful
doll. None were so sweet and gentle as she.



How frightened =Arachne was ! She trembled
and turned pale. But her pride was so great
that even then she would not ask forgiveness.
Instead she began to prepare for the contest.
Two looms were brought. =Arachne sat before
one and =Minerva before the other.
They began to weave and the nymphs and
bystanders watched. Beautiful indeed were the
fabrics they made. Both wove pictures into
their cloths. =Minerva wove pictures of the gods
and goddesses performing great and heroic
deeds, of plumed knights on prancing horses
starting out to help the unfortunate.
=Arachne's pictures showed the evil deeds of
the gods and goddesses and their mistakes.
When all was finished =Minerva looked at
=Arachne's work. She admired its beauty, but
the pictures filled her with displeasure and  
disgust. She struck the web and it fell to the
ground in pieces. Then she touched =Arachne
on the forehead and quickly =Arachne saw her
own error and mistake. She was so ashamed
that she did not want to live, but =Minerva
would not let her die. To punish her for her
pride she touched her again and changed her
into a spider.
So =Arachne spins on and on, making her
own house of her web which no mortal can
weave.

=Arachne once, as poets tell,
A goddess at her art defied.
And soon the daring mortal fell,
The hapless victim of her pride.

All the fairies were saddened by the fate of
=Arachne. To cheer them and make them happy
again, =Fairy =Good-to-all said that they would have
one more game before they went home.
So off they started swaying and swinging and

He would play for the =Danes resting on the
river bank or in their tents.
The =Danes thought he was only a poor  
minstrel trying to earn a living. They liked his
songs and his playing and often let him come
into their tents.
Here =Alfred learned many of their secrets.
He saw there they were weak and where they
were strong. So well did he know their plans
that he felt sure that he could meet them
again in battle.
The =Danes loved his songs and his ways so
much that they begged him to join them. But
he got away, returned home, and called his own
brave men around him once more.
Not long after this at the head of his own
true men, he met the =Danes and defeated them
on the banks of the =River =Avon.
Now that his country had peace, =Alfred began
to help his people.
He first sent for wise teachers to come to his
country to teach his people.
He himself taught them how to build ships.
He also taught them how to build houses of
stone and brick instead of wood and thatch.
His laws were wise and good.
That he might be able to help his people
more, he divided his day into three parts of
eight hours each.
Eight hours he gave to sleep, to his meals,
and exercise, eight to study and prayer, and
eight to the affairs of state.
There were no clocks at this time, so =Alfred
had candles made, each candle large enough to
burn for eight hours. Three candles measured
one day.
He is said to have marked or measured his
time by the burning of candles.
No prince ever made such efforts to help his
people. And no prince ever loved his people
more truly than did =Alfred.
He was not only the greatest warrior and the
greatest statesman, but he was the greatest
scholar in his country.
His people loved him and trusted him. He
was called the shepherd of his people, the
darling of the =English, the wisest man in
=England. 
&&000 D.C. HEATH  (1928)  3RD GRADE          HEA9283R.ASC
THE AMERICAN THIRD READER for Catholic Schools
By Rev. James Higgins et al
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=Teresa: Do you think it's hard to get to heaven,
=Mother?
=Mother: =God helps us so much that it really
ought not to be hard to get to heaven, yet
sometimes it seems hard to be good.
=Rodrigo: I know an easy way to get there.
=Teresa: How ?
=Rodrigo: Some saints got there easily. =StAgnes did. The soldier
just cut her head off and  she went straight into heaven.
=Mother: It sounds very easy when you say it,
but it really must have been hard for =StAgnes to leave her parents
and her home.

It is time for me to prepare dinner.  
Walking to door, =Mother continues  God has
already planned, children, by which  
way each of you will reach heaven. If you always
do as you ought to do, you will be walking
on the shortest road to heaven.
=Mother leaves. =Teresa and =Rodrigo continue reading. 
=Rodrigo  After a little while 
=Teresa, I think we could get to heaven right away. I know
just what to do.
=Teresa: How can we get there right away?
We have to die first.
=Rodrigo  Going over to =Teresa and whispering :
Don't you remember, =Father told us the
other day how the =Moors are putting
=Christians to death. He said they are not
far from us. Let us walk until we find
them. Tell tell them that we are  
=Christians and then they will put us to death and
we will both go straight up into heaven.
=Teresa: Do you think we can get to the doors
today?
=Rodrigo: =Father said it wasn't far and it is
very early. We'll walk fast.


The little lamb was not satisfied. One day it
called to the rain.   Oh, rain, rain ! Can't you
wash me white?  
The rain replied,   No, little lamb, I cannot
wash you white. Be satisfied with the color
=God has given you. 
The beautiful autumn leaves were beginning
to fall, and the little lamb noticed a change
taking place in all nature. The wind was busy
stripping the trees and chasing the leaves in all
directions.
The little lamb cried out,   Stop, stop, little
leaves, tell me why you are so happy, dancing and
prancing round and round, wherever you go. 
The little leaves were in a great hurry, yet
they stopped to cheer the sad little lamb,
and replied,   Yes, little lamb, we are very
happy.  
Then the little lamb turned away, sadder
than ever, thinking,   Why can't my color be
changed?  
One bleak =December morning, the shepherd
did not come as usual to take the sheep out.
The little gray lamb peeped out, wondering what
had happened. To its great surprise, it saw the
ground all covered with snow. Now here was
the very color the little gray lamb had sought
and sighed to be, snow white, pure white.
It called,   Snow, snow, beautiful snow, can
you not make me white like all the other little
lambs in this fold?  
The little snowflakes came hurling down faster
and faster, nevertheless they heard the faint cry of
the little lamb, and said:   No, little lamb, we
cannot make you white; be satisfied with the
color =God has given you, and, if =God sees best,
some day. He may make you white, yes, white as
snow.  
This reply kindled a spark of hope in the heart
of the little gray lamb, although several weeks
went by, and still the little lamb was as gray
as ever.


=Kateri was a shy little girl. But she watched
the priests closely as they prayed. She saw
them do all the things that good =Catholics do,
and before they left they told her of the many
beautiful things of the religion of her mother.
Their visit changed her whole life. Her one
desire now was to escape from her pagan  
companions. She no longer wanted to see the cruel
things that were happening around her. She
longed to run away to some =Christian place
where she night learn more of the =Christian =God.
Her =Indian guards knew this and they were very
unkind to her. Every day now was a day of
unhappiness and tears for poor =Kateri.
At last another missionary came and was permitted to build a chapel
in the village. Can you imagine how happy =Kateri was now? The
good priest instructed her and baptized her.
For a long time this had been her one desire.
Now she was a =Christian, and there was nothing
else that she wanted in this great wide world.
She was treated more cruelly now than ever
before by the Indians. They struck her with
their fists, tied her to a tree, and lashed her with
spears. Sometimes they tore the skin from her
body. They did all these terrible things to her.
When left alone, she would kneel in prayer in
a quiet corner and think of =God. They gave
her no food, but she did not complain. She
would spend hours in the bitter cold, in order
that she might serve =God and praise =Him.
Everywhere she went the people made fun of her.
Often she would be cut and bruised on the face
by those who were still pagans.
  See the =Christian!   the pagans would call
after her. Even the little children of the village
were taught to torment her. Whenever she was
near them them called her wicked names.



The girls, urged by =Sister's words, went on
Deeper and deeper into the woods they wandered
until they came to a wooden fence inclosing th
dreaded home. They heard the sweet voice of
little girl, no bigger than themselves, singing
song.
The little child was standing on the wooden gate,
swinging it back and forth, singing merrily
to herself. She was about seven years old. Her
big brown eyes were almost covered by strands of
golden hair which fell over her shoulders. The
child was clad in a dirty, torn gingham dress
that looked as though it had seen better days.
At the sight of the many faces the child stopped
singing and stared at the newcomers.
Sister =Rose ualked up to the little one and
said,   May we have some of the pretty flowers?  
 Sure, lady, I'll get you a big bunch of them. 
Quick as a flash, she jumped off the gate and
hurried towards the thickest bushes there the
most beautiful flowers grew. She picked armful
after armful; then, hurrying back to =Sister, said,
  Here they are, lady. Wait a minute. I'll get
you some more. 
Before =Sister could say a word, the child was
back again picking as fast as she could. In a
short time she had all the girls laden with the
beautiful blossoms.
  Oh, you dear child, I don't know how to
thank you,  exclaimed =Sister. Then looking at
the little one's arms, which were all scratched and
bleeding from the big thorns, she said,   You
poor child, your arms are all scratched and sore. 
  That's all right, lady, they don't hurt. 
What is your name ?  
  My name is =Lisbeth. I live with my
grandma, but she isn't home now. She went
to town to get some food for her big boys. 
  Where do you go to school, =Lisbeth ?  
  =Grandma doesn't send me to any school. 
  Wouldn't you like to come to school with
all these little girls ?  
  I haven't nice dresses, ma'am. 
 I'll get you some dresses. You must coax



THE JEWELED PENCIL

  =Mother! =Mother! I want my little gold
pencil!   The cry came from a little,  
goldenhaired girl about nine years of age as she came
home after school.
In a few moments her head lay in her mother's
lap and the sobbing child tried to tell her story.
  He has stolen my new gold pencil, =Mother,
I know he has. 
  But,  interrupted the mother,   who is
 he  and what proof have you, my child, that
a certain boy has taken it?  
  =Mother dear, that boy has no father to
buy things for him. He had my new gold  
pencil and used it in school.
  =Margaret, don't you think that he could
have a pencil similar to yours?  
  Yes, mother, but papa said this gold  
pencil was made especially for my birthday. It
has my birthstone on the end. =Peter has neither
father nor mother. His big brother works from


river. As she stood in the bank of the river,
fish came swimming toward her.
  =How do you do, =Thumbelina,  he said.
  How do you do, Mr =Fish,  replied  
=Thumbelina.
  Would you not like to go for a sail this
morning ?   asked the fish.
  I should like to go,  said =Thumbelina,   but
there is no boat. 
  Wait a moment,  said the fish.
The fish went away and soon came back to
the bank with the stem of a lily leaf in his mouth.
  Step on this leaf,  said the fish.   It will
make a good boat. 
=Thumbelina stepped on the lily leaf and sat
carefully in the middle of it.
The fish kept the stem of the leaf in his mouth
and swam away down the stream.
Overhead the birds were singing. Different
colored flowers grew along the bank of the river.
After having sailed down the river for a long
time, the fish took =Thumbelina back again to
the bank.
  Thank you for the sail, Mr =Fish,  said
=Thumbelina.   I never had such a good time
in my life. 
  I am glad you liked it, =Thumbelina.  
Goodbye for a time. 
The fish went away through the water and
=Thumbelina came home.
On her way back =Thumbelina met a mouse.
  How do you do, =Thumbelina,  said the
mouse.   Won't you come home with me to
see my babies ?  
  I should like to,  replied =Thumbelina.
The mouse lived down under the ground.
=Thumbelina was not afraid to go through the
dark passage. She went down and down and
down until she came to the cosy room in which
Mrs =Mouse and her three babies lived.
The little mice ran races up and down the
long passage.
After dinner, =Thumbelina said,   I must go
home now. My mother will be looking for me.
So good-bye, my little friends. 
As =Thumbelina was walking through a grassy
field, she heard something saying,   =Peep, =peep, 
in a weak little voice.
&&000 HOUGHTON MIFFLIN CO.  1939  3RD GRADE          HM19393R.ASC
MEETING YOUR NEIGHBORS by Jennie Wahlert et al
Source: Center for Research Libraries @ U. Chicago DPH 12-30-94 
Scanned/edited by DPH 01-04-95

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She did not have any bed. She had just two blue covers
wrapped around her. She was crying and
kicking her fat brown legs and arms.
Such kicking! said =Way =Ping. You
ought to be a boy, =May-May. Then when you
grow up you could be a boatman.
=Way =Ping patted =Very =Small =Sister softly
and turned her to the west. He sang to her
the same song his mother had sung to him.
The boat rocked back and forth. It rocked
harder and harder.
As soon as =May-May was asleep =Way =Ping
ran up to see about the anchor. It seemed
that the boat moved strangely. When he ran
out on deck, he saw that the boat was going
away from the shore. What would =Father
say! He wanted to cry. But now that he was
=Master of the =Boat he had to be brave.
I'll call =Mother, he said. We must
steer the boat around and get the big sail up.
So he ran back and called =Mother. She
came quietly.
Don't be afraid, =Son, she said. We are
two and you are strong.
=Way =Ping never worked so hard in his life.
He pulled in the anchor that was dragging along
in the mud. He and his mother put up the
big sail.
=Mother talked to the boat as she worked.
Help us, =Eyes of the =Boat, she said.
Watch in the dark for us. We can see so
little. We are not very good at this work.
The boat must have heard, for all at once
=Father's voice came out of the dark. There
they were nearly to shore again.

I'll tell you what to do. All of you go over
to that hill and talk this question over as much
as you want to. When you have decided just
how much rain you want me to make, send
someone to tell me. Then the rest of you can
go home and put on your raincoats, for there
will surely be more than a drizzle.
=Brer =Rabbit's plan sounded so sensible that
all the neighbors were glad to agree to it. So
all of them went over to the hill, and =Brer
=Rabbit sat in his yard until they were out of
sight. Then he carried all the corn and meal
and wheat and flour and other things down
to his cellar and locked them up.



It was early in the morning when =Brer  
=Rabbit's neighbors went over to the hill. Dinner
time came and still no one was at =Brer  
=Rabbit's house to tell him how much rain the
neighbors wanted. In the afternoon, he went
out on the porch and took a nap. Still no
word came from the hill. Then =Brer =Rabbit
started to laugh and he kept laughing until
he nearly choked himself. He was sure his
trick was going to work.
Just before sundown, =Brer =Rabbit slipped
out of his yard and went up to the hill to find
out what was going on up there.
Everything was quiet. No one was saying
a word. =Brer =Rabbit kept looking and  
listening, as he came closer to the meeting place.
Pretty soon he peeped between some bushes
and saw the neighbors sitting around under
the trees, looking cross and saying nothing.

The outside grounds were as interesting to
the children as the inside of the old house.
In the large orchard the cherries were ripe.
Apple trees and peach trees were loaded with
green fruit. Sharp young eyes had already
found some apples that would soon look ripe
enough for four climbing children.
Uncle =Henry said his trees were the best in
the world because they were filled with three
crops: fruit, birds, and children.
The big garden had every kind of growing
vegetable that =Bill and =Bob could name.
The chicken yard was alive with chickens,
ducks, and turkeys. In the barnyard were
well-fed pigs. When they weren't eating, they
were sleeping in the shade. The cows were
usually scattered all over the pasture.
Best of all was the big yard itself. It was
better than a park. There was sunshine or
shade, just as you wished to have it. There
was room to play, and no sign saying, Keep
off the grass.
Then there was a bag-swing, a bigger one
than any park had. It hung from a limb
near the top of a tall tree. Just at the right
place Uncle =Henry had set a wide platform
and had built steps up to the top of it. He
called it the flying platform. It was just that.
When one of the children stood on that  
platform and jumped aboard that bag, he sailed
out over the world and up into the sky. It
was great fun. Everything about =Magnolia
was wonderful to the children.


Three =thousand bushels! exclaimed =Jerry.
How many wagon loads would that make,
Uncle =John?
I'll let you tell me that, replied Uncle
=John. =Thirty bushels of corn make a very
good wagon load How many loads like that
would it take to haul three =thousand bushels?
That sounds like arithmetic, said =Jerry
with a grin.
In a very few minutes =Jerry was ready with
the answer. One =hundred wagon loads, he
said proudly.
Uncle =John nodded. Just as right as if
I had figured it myself, he said.
Three =thousand bushels! A =hundred
wagon loads! Jerry said again. How many
wagon loads do all the farmers raise?
Do you mean to ask how many wagon
loads of corn are raised in the =United =States
each year? Is that what you want to know?
asked Uncle =John as he sat up very straight
and looked at =Jerry.
Yes, Uncle =John, answered =Jerry, smiling.
He had asked a big question. He knew
that from the way Uncle =John looked.
Uncle =John took a pencil and some paper
and sat figuring and thinking for a few  
minutes. =Jerry watched and waited.
=Jerry, said Uncle =John at last, let's do
a little supposing.
All right, Uncle =John, =Jerry answered
promptly. I'm ready.
Then we'll start by supposing that all the
corn raised in this country this year will be
loaded into wagons. We'll suppose that each
wagon has a load of =thirty bushels. Can
you remember that?
Yes, answered =Jerry, eager now to hear
what Uncle =John would say next.
Then I'll do some supposing all by myself
I'll suppose that these wagons with their loads
of corn start moving along the highway in
front of our house, said Uncle =John. The
first wagon will pass by tomorrow morning.
Just one half minute later the second wagon
will come along, and every half minute after


Oh, stop and look at these canned fruits,
and jellies and jams, and cakes and pies  
before you go to eat, said Aunt =Mary.
=Jerry could never stand it to stop now,
said Uncle =John. He is as hungry as a bear.
He can eat a bushel of corn. He said so just
a minute ago.
Aunt =Mary laughed as she took =Jerry's hand
and hurried through the crowd so fast that
Uncle =John could hardly follow.
By the time lunch was over, it was almost
two o'clock. Aunt =Mary and the men started
to the big hall to find out what had happened.
As they were going down some steps that led
to the =Corn =Show, =Jerry saw a big crowd near
the middle of the yellow corn tables. He
thought he saw a bright blue spot. It looked
=Like a ribbon.
=Jerry wondered to himself, Is it a blue
ribbon and is it on our corn?
He squirmed his way through the crowd
and was soon ahead of Uncle =John and Aunt
=Mary. As he came nearer to the middle
of the row, he saw the blue spot once again.
Now he was sure that it was a ribbon and
that it was just about where Uncle =John's corn
should be. Squirming past a big man, =Jerry
stopped right in front of Uncle =John's display.
He was right! There was the blue ribbon.
And close by it was another! There were two!
Our corn won, Aunt =Mary! shouted =Jerry
as he hurried back with the good news. Two
blue ribbons! First prize in yellow corn and
the grand prize of all!
Then without telling =Jerry where they were
going, Uncle =John led the way to the popcorn
table. There he stopped and looked at =Jerry.
As this was the last day of the show, he knew
that some of the prize corn might be sold.

My, but it's sticky! said =Ben. Then he
took his first bite. What a queer taste! he
exclaimed as he set the mango down quickly.
Let me taste it, too, begged =Betty.
A mango tastes like paint smells, said
=Ben. It's my first and last mango.
Our last, too, said =Susan and =Betty.
Well, it was a good lunch, they all said
as they finished their first =Mexican meal.
Thank you. Thank you, =Lorenza.
=Lorenza, the lunch was fine. We all  
enjoyed the lunch, they said.
=Lorenza didn't understand a word Mrs
=Jackson and the children said, but she and
=Elena knew that they had enjoyed the meal.
Come, said Mr =Jackson. After lunch
everyone takes a long rest. The =Mexicans call
it a siesta.
How long do we have to rest? asked =Ben.
Until three o'clock, replied Mr =Jackson.
Our first siesta, said the children as they
went upstairs.

Friday morning came.  =Bill and =Tom put
a large sign up in the hall.

NEWS! NEWS!
Just below that sign they fastened the first
copy of =Our =Weekly =News.
Do you think the children like it? Do you
think they will want to make more copies of
their paper next week? How could they do that?
Of course, the children in all the other rooms
wanted to know more about the paper.
So three children in Miss =Scott's room were
chosen to go to all the rooms in the building
and tell about the plans for =Our =Weekly =News.
They were children who could speak clearly.
The other children helped them plan what they
would say.
All the children liked Our =Weekly =News.
Would you like to see it? If so, turn to the
next page.


Miss =Scott, can't we have a party for the
children in Miss =Hobbs' room? asked =Tom
one morning. We had a good time at their
=Story =Party.
Let's have a =Poetry =Hour for them, =Fred
said. We can read the poems we like best.
Yes, and we can read some we wrote  
ourselves, said =Mary. I like our own poems
as well as those in the books.
The next =Thursday was chosen for the
=Poetry =Hour and an invitation was sent to
the children in Miss =Hobbs' room.
Of course they said they would come!
=John was chosen to be in charge of the program.
Just after lunch on =Thursday the children
and Miss =Hobbs came to the party.
Each visitor was given a program which the
children in Miss =Scott's room had written.
Would you like to have a program too? Well,
here is one for you!

I've been told you sleep all winter, said
=Johnnie =Woodchuck.
I don't go to sleep until =I have to, said
=Buster =Bear. And =I don't have to as long
as =I can find something to eat. If the winter
comes early and the weather is bad, I go to
bed earlier. I make my bed in a cave or
under a pile of fallen trees. Sometimes I
find a hollow log big enough for my winter home.
When the winter is mild, so that I can
get something to eat, =I do not go to sleep so
early. I sleep only in bad weather then.
Do you try to get fat before you go to sleep?
That is the way I do, you know, said =Johnnie
=Woodchuck.
Yes, =Johnnie, I try, said =Buster, and
I almost always do. You see, I need to be
fat to keep warm. Then, too, I have to have
something to live on until spring, just as you
do. All winter is a long time to go  
without food.
I've been told that you can climb, said
=Johnnie =Woodchuck.
=Buster looked up at =Happy =Jack =Squirrel
and winked. Then he walked over to the
tree in which =Happy =Jack was sitting. He
stood up on his hind legs and then began to
climb. There was nothing slow about the
way =Buster went up that tree.
=Happy =Jack started for the top as fast as
he could go and made a flying jump to the
next tree. Then he stopped and looked back
to see how far =Buster had come.
Halfway up the tree =Buster stopped. Then
he began to come down. He came down,
tail first. When he was about ten feet from
the ground he let go and dropped and landed
on all four feet.
I did that, he said, just to show you
how I get out of a tree when I am in a hurry.
I don't climb trees much now except for honey.
But when I was a little fellow I loved to climb
trees.
&&000 LAIDLAW BROTHERS   1940   3RD GRADE          LAI9403R.ASC
THE LAIDLAW BASIC READERS BOOK THREE by Gerald Yoakam, et al
Source: Center for Research Libraries, U of Chicago DPH 12-30-94
Scanned/edited by DPH 01-04-95

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=Oh, =LilHannibal, take the bunch of
turkey feathers and sweep the ashes of the hearth.
And from morning until night, =LilHannibal's
grandfather kept him toting things, too.
Oh, =LilHannibal, his grandfather
would say, go and fetch the corn for the turkeys.
Oh, =LilHannibal, take your little ax and
cut some wood for =Grandmother's fire.
Oh, =LilHannibal, run around to the
store and buy a bag of flour.
Oh, =LilHannibal, fetch your basket and
go pick a little cotton from the edge of the
cotton field.
They kept poor =LilHannibal toting
nearly all day long, and he had only two
or three hours to play.

Well, one morning just as soon as =LilHannibal
was awake, he made up his mind
to do something. This is what he made up
his mind to do. Before they could ask him
to fetch a pine knot, fill the kettle, stir up
the hoecakes, sweep the hearth, fetch the
corn for the turkeys, cut the wood, go to
the store, or pick some cotton, he was going
to run away. He was not going to tote for
his grandmother and his grandfather any longer.
=LilHannibal got out of bed very
quietly. He put on his little old trousers,
his little old shirt, and his little old shoes.
He had no stockings. He pulled his little
old straw hat down tight over his ears, and
then =LilHannibal ran away!
He went down the road past all the
cabins. He crossed the old bridge and went
under the fence and along the edge of the
cotton field. He went through the pine
woods past the schoolhouse, and then he
went way, way off into the country.
When he was a long way from town,
=LilHannibal met a possum hurrying along by
the side of the road. The possum stopped
and looked at =LilHannibal.



=Blunder's fairy godmother knew, but she
could not tell him. That was against fairy
rules. She could only tell him to follow the
road, and ask the way of the first owl he
met. But =Blunder was a boy who never could
find things for himself because he never
used his eyes. So the fairy godmother said,
=Now, =Blunder, be sure you don't miss the
owl. Be sure you don't pass him by.
All went well until =Blunder reached the
place where the road went in two directions.
Which direction should he go? Should he
go straight through the wood or should he
turn to the right?
There was an owl taking a nap in a tall
tree. This was the first owl =Blunder had
seen. For a few minutes =Blunder was afraid
to wake the owl, but after a while he said
quite loudly, =Good owl, please show me the
way to the =Wishing =Gate.
What is that? What is that? cried the
owl, awakening from his nap. Have you
brought me a frog?
No, said =Blunder. I did not know that
you wanted a frog. Can you tell me the
way to the =Wishing =Gate?
=Wishing =Gate! Wishing =Gate! cried the
owl, who was very angry. And you woke
me up for such a thing as that! Follow your
nose, sir, follow your nose! And the owl
was asleep again in a minute.

How do they call? Why, I must tell you
at once that all animals have languages of
their own so that they can talk to one
another. They make different sounds
through their mouth or nose, and each
sound means something.
If the mother elephant wants to say,
Come here, she makes one kind of sound,
and the baby elephant has learned to know
just what that means. And if she wants to
say, Keep quiet, she makes another kind
of sound, and the baby knows also what
that means.
In this way all animals can talk among
themselves. Of course, they cannot say
many things, as we do, but quite enough
to tell what they want.
But now I shall tell you about the baby
elephant when its mother calls it to come
and get its bath. It comes to the river bank
and stands facing her. Then she fills her
trunk with water, brings the trunk quite
near the baby, and squirts the water all
over its body.
The baby may cry and jump about and
make faces, but it never runs away! Baby
elephants almost always mind their mother.
The mother squirts water on the baby until
the dirt and the dust of the jungle are all
washed away from the baby's body. Then
she tells the baby to play about on the
bank again while she teaches the bigger
children to swim.

Learning to Swim

Of course all animals with four legs know
how to swim naturally. They float in the
water quite easily. They have only to work
their legs to move along in the water. But
with elephants it is a little different. Why?
Just think!
I shall tell you. They can float quite
naturally, but their noses point down
right into the water. As I said before,
the elephant has to breathe through the
trunk. So of course, if in trying to swim,
a little elephant kept its trunk down, it
would suck water into its nose and strangle


Why, =Jane, =Jane's father said. We
have had breakfast and I'm all ready to go
to my offlce, and here you still are.
Well       yes    here   I   still 
am, said =Jane.
Why, =Jane, said her father again as he
kissed her good-by.
Remember to telephone me, he said to
=Jane's mother as he went out the door,
and let me know what happens.
After he had been at his office about an
hour, the telephone rang. It was =Jane's
mother. =Jane has put her other stocking
on since you left the house, she said, and
she has started with one of her shoes.
=William has raked a pile of leaves, and now
he is rolling in them.
Rolling in them? asked =Jane's father.
Yes, said =Jane's mother in a weak voice,
around and around.
Oh, said =Jane's father, what shall we
do about it?
I don't know, said =Jane's mother. But
I'll call you again. Good-by.
Then =Jane's father went back to his work
until lunch time. He read his mail and
talked to some men and wrote his name on
some papers. But all the time he was
thinking about =William and =Jane.
At lunch time the telephone rang again.
=Jane has one shoe on now, said =Jane's
mother. And =William has cut all the grass
in the front yard. Now he is crawling under
the fence.
Why? asked =Jane's father.
I don't know, said =Jane's mother.
What shall we do? said =Jane's father.
I don't know, said =Jane's mother.
I'm so worried. Good-by.
So then =Jane's father went back to his
work again. He talked to some more men
and read some more mail and wrote his
name on some more papers. But all the time
he was thinking about =William and =Jane.
All afternoon he thought: Why is =William
acting the way he is? Why is =Jane acting
the way she is? I do wish =Jane's mother
would call me again.

A great sound of steam.
They were off! They were actually going for a
journey on the small yellow train.
It was jerky, but not nearly so bad as
=Sally =Jones had said. Surely there had
been many improvements. How fast they
traveled! The coaches jerked from side to
side. The engine roared and pulled out
great clouds of black smoke and cinders.
The aunts sat up stiff and straight,
looking very frightened. But =David looked
very happy. He was quite excited and he
talked all the time.
We are out in the country now! Oh, look
at those cows, they are scared of us!
See those children on the fence. They are
so surprised to see me riding on the train!
Look! We scared a horse! See him go
down the road!
=O-oh. There is a spark on my shoulder.
It's all right, I put it out.
Your cheek is all black, Aunt =Melissa.
No, not that one, the other one.
There is another horse that is scared!
I wonder what he thinks we are.
After a time =David was less excited. He
did not talk so much any more, and the
aunts did not sit so straight and stiff. Aunt
=Melissa leaned back in the seat as if she
were quite used to riding on the train.
Aunt =Ann began to look out of the windows
as if she liked seeing the things they
passed along the way.
After all      =Melissa     said she.
After all you like it, don't you, =Aunt
=Ann? asked =Davis.

=Johnny =White was ten years old. He and
his father, his mother, his sister, and his
baby brother were going west in a covered
wagon. They and some other families were
starting out to find new homes in the west.
They had stopped near the =Missouri =River.
They were waiting there for more people to
join them before they went on over the
=Great =Plains toward =California.
Johnny's father was a tall man. His
clothes were made of buckskin. His hunting
shirt was trimmed with bright beads and he
had moccasins on his feet. On his head he
had a fur cap.
=Johnny was dressed like his father. His
clothes, too, were made of buckskin. And
he had a fur cap, a bead-trimmed hunting
shirt, and Indian moccasins.


It was a very, very cold morning. The
ground was covered with snow and ice.
But =Olga did not mind the cold.  =Olga was
a little girl who had come to =America from
a country far away. And that far away
land had much colder days than this.
=Olga and her mother and father had not
lived in =America very long. Everything in
this country was very strange and very new
to them.
For four weeks now little =Olga had been
going to school in =America. She liked the
teacher and the children at school. She
liked them even if she could not understand
what they said to her.
She could not understand what they said,
and they could not understand what she
said. This was because =Olga and her mother
and father had not yet been in =America
long enough to learn =English.
On this cold morning =Olga was at the
door ready to start to school. In her hand
she had a small handkerchief. She held the
handkerchief very tightly, for in it was a
round silver dollar.
=Olga was taking the money to her
teacher. In the country where =Olga lived
before she came to =America, children had
to take money to their teacher. If they did
not pay their teacher, they could not go to
school. So, of course, =Olga thought she
must take money to her teacher in =America.


Before long =Nah-wee and =Dat-say were on
the donkey's back on top of the bundles.
They felt as if they were on top of a hill.
But never had they been so happy before.
Come, said the uncle, already your
mothers have said that you may go with me.
We will ride very fast to that dance.
=Dat-say and =Nah-wee thought that this
was the very nicest thing that had ever
happened to them. Through purple  
sagebrush and over rocks and sand went the
little donkey. On and on he went, carrying
the bundles and the children on his back.
At last they came to the big trail. There
=Dat-say and =Nah-wee saw many other
people. The people were all going the same
way that they were going.
Some of the people were walking. Some
were riding horses. Others were on donkeys.
All the people were dressed in their very
brightest and best clothes. Up little hills
they rode and down again, far out over
the desert. The desert was dressed in its
brightest colors, too, golden sand, purple
sagebrush, pink hills, and blue sky.

At the Dance

=Nah-wee and =Dat-say felt that they must
be going to the very edge of the world.
They rode on and on through sage and
rocks and sand. They rode until the sun
was straight up above them in the sky.
Then at last they came to a little village.
The houses in this village looked just like
the houses in their own pueblo. There were
many people in the village, and everything
was very exciting.
The uncle gave them good things to eat
and took them to a place where they could
watch the dance. He told them to wait there
until he came back. Then he went away.
&&000 LAIDLAW BROS. 1947  3RD GRADE BASAL            LAI9473R.ASC
WRITTEN BY GERALD YOAKUM, ET AL
SOURCE: CENTER FOR LIBRARIES @ U CHICAGO
DPH XEROXED 12-30-94 AND SCANNED 01-03-95

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The =Fairy =Shoemaker was pounding
tacks into the toe of a tiny shoe that
was upside down in front of him.
That's a fine shoe, said =Tom politely,
as he crept forward on his hands and
knees. He pretended that he was interested.
He kept his eyes on the elf every
single minute, so that the little man
wouldn't disappear.
Why do you work so hard? said =Tom.
We should all work, answered the elf,
without glancing up. You should do a
little work yourself for a change.
=Ho, =ho, =ho! laughed =Tom. He was not
polite now. That would be foolish. I
don't need to work. I'll become rich
without working a single day.
And quick as a wink =Tom snatched the
=Fairy =Shoemaker.
I have caught you at last, cried
=Tom. Now you can't throw dust in my
eyes and make me sneeze. And I won't
let you go until you lead me to the large
pitcher of gold.
Well, said the elf, if I must lead you
to my treasure, I suppose I must.
Away they went across the meadow and
into the thick woods.
You'll find the large pitcher of gold
there, said the elf, politely. He pointed
to the foot of a tree.

=Blunder's fairy godmother knew, but she
could not tell him. That was against fairy
rules. She could only tell him to follow the
road, and ask the way of the first owl he
met.
But =Blunder was a boy who never could
find things for himself because he never
used his eyes. So the fairy godmother said,
Now, =Blunder, be sure you don't miss the
owl. Be sure you don't pass him by.
All went well until =Blunder reached the
place where the road went in two directions.
Which direction should he go? Should he
go straight through the wood or should he
turn to the right?
There was an owl taking a nap in a tall
tree. This was the first owl =Blunder had
seen. For a few minutes =Blunder was afraid
to wake the owl, but after a while he said
quite loudly, =Good owl, please show me the
way to the =Wishing =Gate.
What is that? What is that? cried the
owl, awakening from his nap. Have you
brought me a frog?
No, said =Blunder. I did not know that
you wanted a frog. Can you tell me the
way to the =Wishing =Gate?
=Wishing =Gate! =Wishing =Gate! cried the
owl, who was very angry. And you woke
me up for such a thing as that! Follow your
nose, sir, follow your nose! And the owl
was asleep again in a minute.

The bubbles grew into a small mountain
and ran over the side of the pan onto the
floor. Now the floor was very slippery. The
soldiers were slipping about, and bumping
into one another. They fell on the slippery
floor. Of course, all the while the soap was
becoming smaller and smaller. Never
before had there been so fierce a fight in
all of =Pon-a-time =Land!
At last, the strongest of the three soldiers
reached into the pan. He felt around among
the bubbles. He felt for the soap. The cake
of soap was not to be found. It had been
stirred about in the water until it had
become very small and thin. And at last it
had disappeared. All that was left of the
soap now was bubbles.
When the cake of soap was all gone, the
king said, Our enemy, the terrible bird, has
escaped. It must have escaped through the
window.
Strange, very strange, indeed, that we
did not see it go, said the king's friend,
rubbing his eye.
Very, very strange ! said the general,
patting his stomach.
Why, what has become of the terrible
bird's feathers? asked =Prince =Johnny,
looking about him. The soap bubbles had
all burst now. Nothing was to be seen but
cloudy water, where the bubbles had been.
Well, well, well! They have escaped, too,
said the king.
And this is the story of the first cake of
soap that came into =Pon-a-time =Land.
To this day the king and the prince and
the general of =Pon-a-time =Land don't
know what happened to that cake of soap.


Weeks passed. The wagon train had
traveled many miles. It had grown shorter,
too. Some of the people had decided to
give up the hard journey and had turned
back. Others had gone to the south. But
most of them still faced toward the west.
Now they were camped in a quiet valley.
After many days of traveling, they were
resting the oxen and the horses. They were
getting their wagons ready for the journey
over the high mountains in front of them.
Every day =Johnny went with other boys to
hunt in the low hills about them. He had
already killed many rabbits, but today he
was out for something bigger. He felt that
now he was ready for anything.
After a while he found that he was alone
but he was not afraid. He could easily find
his way back to camp. He began to look
about for a bear or a deer. A rabbit ran
across the trail, and some birds flew up
from the bushes in front of him.
After a time he came to a turn in the
quiet little valley. As he rounded the turn,
all at once he saw before him a deer with
his head held proud and high.
=Johnny raised his gun to his shoulder.
He pointed his gun at the neck of the deer.
His gun cracked. The deer gave one jump
and dropped in his tracks. =Johnny had shot
a deer! At last he was a big hunter!
That night =Johnny sat by the fire eating
a steak from the deer he had killed.
I guess you are about ready for a bigger
gun, said =Johnny's father.


In a little village on the side of a hill in
=Italy lived =Marietta and her twin brother
=Guido. They were happy children with
smiling faces. Their black eyes were always
shining with fun.
They were pretty children, too. Their
skin was dark, and they had a soft, rosy
color in their cheeks. Their hair was black
and long.
A little gray stone house on the side of
a hill was their home. There was only one
room in this little house. It was a dark
little room. Its tiny windows let in very
little light for they were not made of glass
like our windows. They were covered with
oiled paper instead of glass. The house had
a stone floor. At one side of the room there
was a tiny stove.
The little house seemed dark and cold.
But =Marietta and =Guido liked the sunshine
so much that they spent very little time in
their dark little home. They played out of
doors, and they worked in the fields with
their father and mother.

The cow just looked at =Irmgard and said,
=Moo, =moo. But =Irmgard knew by her
eyes that she wanted to go to the pasture
with the other cows.
The next morning all the cows from the
village went to pasture. They had bells
around their necks and they walked in a
long line.
Brother =Peter and Sister =Rose waved
good-by to =Irmgard as they started on their
way to the mountains.
Good-by, cried =Irmgard.
Irmgard watched the cows as long as she
could see them. She thought her cow was
the finest one in the line.
Once =Irmgard's cow looked back and
called, =Moo ! =Moo ! just as if she were
saying good-by, too.
Summer was a busy time for =Irmgard.
She was her mother's helper. There was
always much for her to do because now
=Peter and =Rose were away.
The days slipped by very quickly. =Irmgard
was surprised one evening when her father
said,I saw the cows up on the road today.
They are coming down the mountain. They
will be here tomorrow.
Tomorrow! cried =Irmgard, dancing with
delight.
Yes, tomorrow, said her father, and
your cow,  but here he stopped and put
his hand over his mouth.
I can't tell. It's a secret, he said, when
=Irmgard looked at him in surprise.
Oh, =Father, please tell! begged =Irmgard.
What is it about my cow?
But her father would not tell. I can't
tell even if you guess it, he said. Brother
=Peter and Sister =Rose said to me again and
again, Don't tell =Irmgard.
&&000 LYONS & CARNAHAN  1927 3RD GRADE              LY9273R.ASC
CHILD-STORY READERS--THIRD READER by Frank N. Freeman et al
Source: Center for Research Libraries DPH 12-30-94
Scanned/edited by DPH 01-04-95

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This cabin had but one room. There was no glass in the one
little square window and no door in the  
doorway, but over both of these openings skins
were sometimes hung to keep out the cold and
wind. To the left of the doorway was a wide
fireplace built of stones and clay, with the
chimney built against the outside of the house.
There was no floor except the hard-packed
earth. For furniture there were blocks of
wood, a home-made chair, and a pole  
bedstead, while the bedding was the skins of
animals and a homespun quilt.
In this lowly home in =Kentucky the little
boy =Abraham =Lincoln lived and grew until he
was eight years old. His only playmate was
his sister =Sarah, two years older than himself,
and though he had no toys such as most  
children have, he was a happy child. He caught
fish in the clear brook, watched birds and
squirrels in the tree-tops, and found many
things to enjoy in the woods about his home.
He was tall and strong for his age, and his
father had taught him to swing an ax and
shoot a gun, so that he felt quite brave and
manly, and often helped his mother, who was
a very busy woman. She kept the cabin clean,
cooked their food, made their clothes from
skins or from cloth which she spun and wove,
and sometimes helped to take care of the  
garden. With all this work she kept a happy
heart and found time to tell the children
stories she knew, and to teach little =Abraham
to read as soon as he was old enough to learn.

In the autumn after his eighth birthday the
=Lincoln family moved to southern =Indiana.
In the story of =Lincoln's life you may read of
that hard journey, of the building of a new
cabin home, of the death of the brave, patient
mother, and of the lonely, uncomfortable days
that followed. You may also read how at last
a kindly woman came as a new mother to care
for the neglected home and children, and you
will be glad that she took such good care of



Man fears the sharks more than any other
creature, great or small, which lives in the sea.
The white shark is the most dreaded monster
in the deep. Many are armed with strong,
sharp, cutting teeth which aid them in their
hunt for large fish. These creatures will  
attack men and they can tear off a leg or even
bite through the trunk of a man with ease.

Sharks often follow ships. Sailors catch
these huge fishes by using a great hook baited
with a piece of meat. The hook is fastened to
a chain, for the great jaws and teeth of the
fish would bite through a rope with ease.

Some sharks are enemies of large whales.
Whales have often been found with pieces  
bitten out of their tails by these animals.

We know that a long time ago many giant
sharks swarmed in the sea, for upon the  
bottom of the ocean their teeth are found by
bushels.
Certain fishes can fly. You have thought
that birds and insects are the only animals able
to fly. Flying fishes live in the ocean. They
swim near the surface of the water in large
schools or companies.

Sometimes in sport, sometimes to escape
some enemy, they spring out of the water,
spread their fins and fly, skip, or sail through
the air. The flight of a flying fish ends in a
fall with a splash.

When these fish are in the air, they look like
large dragon flies. They are blue on top and
silvery underneath. When a ship is passing
through a school of them they spring up into
the air as grasshoppers in a meadow. You can
hear the humming of their long fins which
are set like the wings of an airplane. They
often fly across the deck of a ship and the  
sailors catch them with their caps.


The possum is hunted only in the fall. In
the fall he gets plenty to eat and is fat. In the
spring the baby possums are born. A mother
possum will raise from six to twelve baby  
possums at one time. As soon as the babies are
born the mother puts them in a big pocket
under her stomach. In the pocket are little
teats and each baby holds tight to one. The
babies have no hair. They can not hear or
see. In four or five weeks they are as big as
mice and begin to come out of the mother  
possum's pocket. For weeks they are not able to
go very far.
When mother possum gets ready to go on a
trip, how do you suppose she carries them?
She turns her long tail up over her back. The
babies get on mother's back. Each little  
possum wraps its tail around her tail and holds
to her fur with its feet.
But =Grandpa, aren't we going to find a
possum tonight? said =Jack.
=Grandpa thought so. =Sambo was leading
them to some persimmon trees. Possums like
persimmons. Persimmons are ripe in  
=October. During the day time the possum sleeps.
At night he comes out to the persimmon tree,
the berry patch, or the grape vine for his  
dinner. =Sambo always went to such places.

=SAMBO'S DOGS

=Bow-wow, =bow-wow! said =Sambo's dogs.
They were on the trail of the possum. =Sambo
was off at a run. =Grandpa, =Jack, and =Jane
were after him. =Bow-wow, =bow-wow! said
the dogs. On and on they went. =Bow-wow,
=bow-wow !


picnic. And they were very well pleased to
have the world all to themselves and nobody
awake to look at them.
They think I'm asleep in my basket and
you're asleep in your dog house, said =Little
=Cat, and here we are, out enjoying nature,
and making ourselves useful keeping it tidy
and pretty to look at. What fun ! What fun !
It's more fun than chasing you up a tree,
said =Wow. It often bores me to chase you up trees.
It's expected of us, said =Little =Cat, and
we have to do it. But much they know about
us when they're all in bed and asleep !
One good thing about it, said =Wow.
There's a real dump not very far off.

A SAD SIGHT

I don't know what we'd do without that
real dump, said =Little =Cat. We have to put
those old tin cans and paper bags somewhere.
Along the moonlit road they went and came
to =Beaver =Brook, and at those paper bags and
cans =Wow cast an angry look.
When =I see humans act like that, said
=Dog =Wow with a scowl, I think it is  
excusable to growl and growl and growl.
The important thing, said =Little =Cat, is
to tidy it up. You take that big can and I'll
take this little one, and let's see which can get
to the dump first.
Now the real dump was just off the road,
where people going by couldn't see it, and it
was in a big hole which had been left when
gravel was dug out to improve the streets.
=Little =Cat laid down his cane, and began  
pushing and rolling an empty tin can out in the
road, and =Dog =Wow began rolling another
empty can. Each rolled his tin can to the real
dump, and then they came back for two more
tin cans. And after they had pushed and rolled
all the empty cans to the real dump, they

To push the body aside as it fell was
quite easy for =Niels, so strong had the wine
made him, and the second giant as he entered
met the same fate. The third was slower in
coming, so =Niels called out to him:
Be quick, he said, you are surely the  
oldest of the three, since you are so slow. I can't
wait here long. I must get back to my own
people as soon as possible.
So the third also came in, and was served in
the same way.
By this time, day was beginning to break,
and =Niels thought that his folks might already
be searching for him. So instead of waiting
to see what took place at the castle, he ran off
to the forest as fast as he could, taking the
sword with him.

THEY GO ON A JOURNEY

He found the others still asleep so he woke
them up, and they set out on their journey. Of
the night's adventures he said not a word, and
when they asked where he got the sword, he
only pointed in the direction of the castle, and
said, Over that way. They thought he had
found it and asked no more questions.
When =Niels left the castle, he shut the door
behind him, and it closed with such a bang
that the porter woke up. He could scarcely
believe his eyes when he saw the three  
headless giants lying in a heap in the courtyard.
The whole castle was soon awake, and then
everybody wondered how the dead giants
came to be there.


There he heard a voice singing:
Welcome, =Prince, no danger fear,
Mirth and love attend you here.
The =Hands with the torches led him through
one door after another, into one room after  
another. Each room was more splendid than the
last. Finally the =Hands drew a chair near a
fire, and beckoned him to sit down.
The =Hands he saw were white and fair.
They took away his wet clothes, and brought
him new fine linen, and a warm wrapper in
which he sat before the fire. Then they placed
before him a glass upon a stand, and began to
comb and brush his hair gently. They
brought a bowl with perfumed water in it and
washed his face and hands.
Now the =Prince was fresh and warm, and
the =Hands gave him a princely suit of clothes.
When he was dressed, they led him out of the
chamber to a grand hall. Here a table was set
with rich and dainty food. Two plates were
on the table, and the =Prince wondered who was
to eat with him.
Just then he looked up and saw a small  
figure coming toward him. It was covered with
a long black veil, and was not more than a
foot high. On each side walked a cat dressed
in black, and behind came a great number of
cats, some carrying cages full of rats, and
others mouse-traps filled with mice.

The =Prince did not know what to think.
The little figure drew near, and drew aside
her veil. It was a cat, a beautiful =White =Cat,
but looking sad and gentle. She said to the
=Prince:

You are welcome, =Prince. It makes me
glad to have you come.

Madam, said the =Prince, I thank you
for all your goodness to me. I cannot help
thinking you must be a wonderful being, to
have this beautiful palace, to be able to speak,
and yet, to be a cat !

Who is the little man with you? asked the king.
He is my page, said the big man.
What pay do you want? asked the king.
A =thousand pieces a month for me and my
page, =O =King, said the big man.
I will take you and your page, said the king.

So the big man and the little bowman
joined the king's army.
Now in those days there was a tiger in the
forest who had carried off many people. The
king sent for the big man and told him to kill
that tiger.
The big man told the little bowman what
the king said. They went into the forest  
together, and soon the little bowman shot the
tiger.
The king was glad to be rid of the tiger, and
gave the big man rich gifts and praised him.
Another day word came that a buffalo was
running up and down a certain road. The
king told the big man to go and kill that  
buffalo. When they both went back to the king,
he gave a bag of money to the big man.
The king and all the people praised the big
man, and so one day the big man said to the
little man: I can get on without you. Do
you think there's no bowman but yourself?
Many other harsh and unkind things did he
say to the little man.
But a few days later a king from a far  
country marched upon the city and sent a message



And if I stay here, maybe I shall go mad before I shall see  
anything. Well, well, my boy, said the old woman,
if you will go, here is a big cake for you.
You may get hungry on the road.
So =Jack took the cake and started off down
the road. Soon he met his father and the old
man said:
Where are you going, my son?
Then said =Jack, I am going out to see the
world, father.
Well, said his father, I am sorry to see
you go. But if you want to, it is better for
you to go.
Then the old man drew out of his pocket a
golden box and said to =Jack: Take this  
little box, =Jack. Put it in your pocket and be
sure not to open it till you are near death.
And away went =Jack down the road. He
walked till noon time, when he sat down and
ate his cake. When night came, he was very tired and
hungry. By and by he saw a light and he
walked toward it.
Soon he came to a house. He found the
back door and knocked. A maid servant came
and asked him what he wanted.
Then said =Jack, Night is on me, and I want
to get some place to sleep.
The maid servant called him in to the fire
and gave him plenty to eat. As he was eating,
in came the young lady of the house. When
she saw =Jack she loved him, and he loved her.
Then the young lady ran to tell her father,
saying: There is a pretty young man in the
kitchen.



Sometimes he watched the water bugs run
in and out among the stones under the water.
sometimes he swam into the water-forests.
They would have looked like little weeds to
you, but =Tom, you must remember, was so
little that everything looked a =hundred times
as big to him as it does to you. In the  
waterforest he saw the water monkeys and water
squirrels run up and down among the
branches.
There were water flowers there, too. Tom
tried to pick them, but as soon as he touched
them, they turned into knots of jelly.
Now you must know that all the things
under the water talk; not such a language as
ours, but such as horses, dogs, cows, and birds
talk to each other. =Tom soon learned to  
understand them and talk to them.
Now =Tom might have had a pleasant time
if he had only been good. But he teased and
tormented the poor water-things until they
were all afraid of him and got out of his way
or crept into their shells. So he had no one to
speak to or play with.
The queen of the fairies told the fairies that
they must keep =Tom safe from harm, but that
they must not play with him or speak to him
or let him see them.
Then the fairies were sad, because they
could not play with their new brother, but
they always did as they were told.

&&000 MACMILLAN  (1930)  3RD GRADE             MAC9303R.ASC
MAKE AND MAKE-BELIEVE  by Arthur I Gates and Miriam B. Huber
The Work-Play Books -- 3rd Reader
Source: Columbia TC:  xeroxed, scanned, edited by DPH 1-10-93

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 Well, well,  said =Boots,   still
think it would be fun just to see
what it really is. 
So off he set to climb the rock,
while his brothers laughed and made
fun of him. But he didn't care a bit
for their laughing now, and up he
climbed.
When he got to the top, what do
you think he saw ? Why, a spade
that stood there digging and delving,
all by itself, into the solid rock!
  Good day !   said =Boots.   So you
stand here all alone and dig and
delve !  
  Yes, that's what I do,  said the
spade,  and that's what I've done a
long, long time, waiting for you. 
  Well, here I am at last,  said
=Boots, and he took the spade and
put it in his wallet.
  Now, what was the strange thing
you found at the top of the rock? 
said =Peter and =Paul.
  Only a spade,  said =Boots.   It
was nothing but a spade we heard. 
They went on again, and after a
while they came to a brook. They
all stopped for a drink, for they were
very thirsty.
 I wonder,  said =Boots,  where all
this water comes from? 
  I wonder if you are right in your
head,  said =Peter and =Paul.  Where
does the brook come from?  Where
does any brook come from ? Don't


Seeds That Float with Sails

Did you ever blow off the white
head of a dandelion ? Have you seen
the dainty sails go floating off, each
with a seed for an anchor?
Your puffs of breath started the
baby dandelions off on their air trip.
It was a trip they needed to take if
they were to have a chance in the
world.
Suppose the dandelion seeds had
dropped down between the leaves of
the mother dandelion! They would
not have had much chance in the
world there. The old dandelion plant
spreads out her lower leaves like a
skirt and covers the ground around
her. If the baby seeds sprouted
there, the sun could not reach them
to help them grow.
The mother dandelion will not
share her bit of ground even with
her own children, but she does  
something much better for them. She
sends up her stalk straight and tall
into the air and grows seeds with
sails. When the yellow head of the
dandelion turns white, a breeze comes



Why ? Because much of =Holland
is below the level of the sea; and the
water is kept from flooding the lands
by these great banks of earth the dikes.
They are very, very big, and are
faced with blocks of stone. Some are
big enough to have along their tops
not only roads, lined with trees, but
railways, too. A leak in a dike might
mean, not only the flooding of the
fields and meadows and the drowning
of many cattle; but also, the sweeping
away of =hundreds of neat little  
redroofed farms and pleasant villages.
The =Dutch give a great deal of
care to their dikes. You have heard
the story of the brave little =Dutch
boy who found a leak in a dike, and
stayed by it all night and kept his
hand in it to keep it from growing
bigger. Neither cold, nor hunger, nor
fear, could make him leave.
That story shows the spirit of the
=Dutch the brave people who have



it, too, and giggled. Then he went
right on studying his lesson out
loud, the =Chinese way, and  
didn't listen any more.
=Ting =Ping knew there must be a
real kitty somewhere right in school.
He held his =Chinese book up in front
of his face and pretended to study,
but really he was listening for the
noise again.
 =Miao,  said the kitty, and it was
a very unhappy   =miao,  as if the
kitty were angry about something.
=Ting =Ping peeked over his book to
look at the teacher, but the teacher,
who was a very old man and a little
deaf, was sitting at his desk and
drinking tea. Think of a teacher
drinking tea in school! But =Jao =Shi
was a very good teacher and a  
=Chinese teacher. He always had a pot
of hot