He
chased the butterflies, hurled stones at the bop-
toads, and then sat down on the ground to eat
the wild cherries that had fallen from the thickly
laden boughs.
chased the butterflies, hurled stones at the bop-
toads, and then sat down on the ground to eat
the wild cherries that had fallen from the thickly
laden boughs.
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the cruel devices of Farmer Gnimp away. They
were happy when they thought of the good
homes these poor animals had found -- but
gladdest of all were they when they thought of
l^ed, for Widow Love had bought him to cart
to market the beautiful butter that she made
every week. They knew that she would be very
kind and gentle to their old friend. That he
would have the softest of straw for his bed at
night, and the finest oats for his dinner, while
there would be no cruel children to beat and
kick him and make his life miserable. Xed lived,
a long while to enjoy this beautiful home, and
the Brownies always found him a faithful
servant
The Brownies' Ride.
"Are you in the humor for a lark, boys? ^' It
was Dot, the very smallest, and, as everybody
knows, the most mischievous of all the Brownies,
who said it.
'^e are that! " was the reply.
They were coming home from school, these
Brownie boys, and dinner pails and books were
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tlirown down at once while they crowded around
Dot to hear of the prospective fun.
"You know that clover field to tlie right a^
the big stone house," he began, "^^ell, some
time ago Grimes put up a sign, which read:
Horses taken to Pasture. ' You should see the
ittck he has had. I guess as many as a doaem
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borses are running around in that pasture field
It's bad for them to do nothing but eat all day,
so I thought we would be doing a good thing for
them, and for ourselves too, if to-nighL^ -- ^you
know it is moon-light -- ^we borrow these horses
and go for a ride. "
You should have heard the yells of delight
with which this scheme was greeted. IN^obody
but approved, except, of course. Croak; he al-
ways objects to everything.
The plan was for them to meet at the school-
house at ten o'clock, then go together to the
pasture lot. A number of the Brownies were tc
bring ropes, which they would tie around the
horses' necks, and haul them into the road.
The hour came; the Brownies met, and the
work began. They had forgotten saddles, but
some of them crawled through the windows in
the harness maker's shop and came back loaded
with both saddles and bridles. Such a time as
they had getting them on, and so many Brownies
had been invited that there were not enough
horses to go around; so two, and sometimes three
saddles must be put on one horse.
All wa<< ready at last, and off they started. It
was so funny to see them. Some of them actually
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hung on to the stirrup straps. Things went
pretty smoothly at first, but, oh my! what a
difference by and by. Saddles slipped, bridles
came undone, and the Brownie boys, and even
the poor horses, went over and rolled aroimd in
the mud. But the bitter must be taken with the
sweet, so nobody dared complain. When the
ride was over, and the horses and harness were
put in their proper places, everybody pronounced
it one of the best frolics he had ever had in hi3
Efe.
The Quarrel.
They were rivals -- the Gobbler and tho
Gander. Their home was at the Brookside
Farm, and it would be hard to find a prettier
home than this. It was a big old-fashioned
house, and it had stood for years and years. The
brook ran along on one side, and day after day it
babbled as it flowed, and the little daisies lifted
up their pretty heads to listen to its merry
songs, and when night came their drowsy head?
dropped as the brook murmured a low, sweet
lullaby.
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The gander had been enjoying the cool, ckar
waters of the brook. He had thought himself a
very beautiful bird, as he sailed gracefully up
and do^vn, arching his long white neck mth a
perfect air of contentment. The other geese at
the farm were quite young, some of them so
young that they looked like little lumps of yel-
low gold as they plunged boldly into the water.
And why should they fear? For the brook had
murmured, coaxingly: "Come, little baby bird.
Come bathe in my waters; I will not hurt you;
I will sing you low, pretty songs. " The gander
remembered when the brook had gently called
to him, and he smiled as he thought how long
ago.
His swim over, he had come on shore, and
once more donned his cap and trousers, and even
better satisfied than ever, had started home for
his dinner.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! '' he heai-d behind him, and
again, "Ha! Hal Ha! " Turning around, whom
should he see but the gobbler rigged in his very
best, his tail spread out just as wide as he could
get it, and looking very grand indeed, even the
gander had to admit as much as his eyes rested
upon him.
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The Quarrel.
'TDon't you think you are a sight ! ^ said the
Oohbler. "Go look at yourself in the brook over
'-WMtff
fonder; you^ll surely agree with me that a moir
ridiculous bird than yourself never lived. "
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^^Eidiciiloiis, indeed! '' replied the angry-
Gander. "K you but knew what a sight you
were, never again would you strut around the
baxuyardi"
*^Strut do you call it? " exclaimed the GobDit? r.
*T. pride myself that my walk is most elegant
Now, if I waddled as you do I'd hang my head
with shame. ''
**'Tis hut your jealousy that makes you talk
so," said the Gander; "you think because you are
tall and your legs are long, that you'll be much
admired and praised -- but people do not notice
you when I am sailing on the waters; then it is
that you must stand in the backgTound, and my
short legs and broad-web feet serve me as your
feet and legs never can you. "
TVord followed word, and these foolish birds
grew angrier all the time. The rooster stopped
the quarrel, for their loud words had attracted
the other birds. 'T)o you know," said he, "you
have kept up this foolish nonsense so long that
now you have lost your dinner? 'Tis an hour
ago since Ann came with her shining tin pan
full of com, but you paid no attention to her.
Today's loss is a small loss, but it might have
been much greater. Do hereafter remembof
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your positions, and try to act more like grown-up
fowls, than like two tiny, newly-katcked birds.
Remember tkat the little folks of the barnyard
look to you as an example. "
The Dissatisfied Owl.
Blutky Winky was a little gray owl that lived
in the plum tree at the meeting of the cross-
roads. He slept all day, and at night perched on
one of the branches and greeted the wagons as
they went by with a low "Whoo! Whoo! " He
did not mean to be inquisitive, only pleasant and
friendly, at least that is what he used to do, but
now he has grown very quiet and solemn, and
heeds not the wagons as they go rumbling by.
The lark had been the cause of all the trouble.
In the early spring she had come to live across
the road from Blinky, and her song, so sweet
and clear, filled his whole heart with wonder
and awe. ^T. i the lark can sing,'' thought
Blinlvy, "why can't I? " And he tried to throw
back his head and pour forth the same sweet
tones, but this was impossible with his short, fat
neck, smd his mightiest effort was of no avail.
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37
So day bj day Blinkj grew sadder and sadder,
but still tbe lark sang on, not knowing what mi-
happiness she brought to poor silly Winky-
:j|
One night he left his home, more miserable
than ever, and perched himself upon the
fence rail to brood over his troubles. It
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was a bright moonlight night, and the owl
family that lived in the apple tree saw
Blinky Winky sitting all alone, and started
off, one after the other, to bring him home
with them. Such a doleful bird as they
found. It was a long while before Blinky would
tell them his secret, but once started, he poured
forth his whole sad tale. They pitied and they
? ? olded him, and their scolding did him good,
for when morning dawned, and it was time to
go home, they had led him to see the folly of his
ways and to resolve to try to be satisfied with
himself, and not aim to be like somebody else.
He learned, after spending many unhappy days
and weary nights, that God had not made his
little throat in such a manner that he could sing.
Tt was a good lesson for him and all his brothers
and Fosters. Perhaps little boys and girls can
learn something from this story of the dissatis-
fied owl, and it is this: "Don't think you can
do everytliing you see other people doing;/'
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? Meddlesome Peter.
The Bear family lived together in as pretty a
place as you could well find. The trees grew
tall and large and spread their branches over the
earth, leaving only room enough for the sun to
creep gently through by day, and for the little
stars to twinkle brightly through at night. Ferns
tall and stately grew in this place, and delicate,
pale green ferns with the gentle blue-eyed violet
peeping from their midst, helped to beautify the
Bear family's dwelling place.
The Bruin household would have been just as
happy as Bears could be, if it had not been for
troublesome Peter. He was the oldest Bruin
cub and just as full of naughtiness as was possi-
ble, and his greatest fault was his meddlesome
ways. There was nothing into whic^i ^<> would
not poke his paws.
One day, while out on a ramble, he spied a
bright, shining steel trap. K'ow Peter had never
seen one before, and quick as a flash he grabbled
it up to learn all about it, and he soon found out
to his sorrow. Snap went the spring, and poor
Peter howled with pain. Fate was good to
Peter this time, for as he jumped around in his
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fury, the spring gave away, and off came the
trap, leaving young Bruin, however, with as sore
a paw as ever you could guess.
JSTow, one would think that this experience
would prove a good lesson to Peter; but no
sooner had his paw gotten well than he had for-
gotten all about his encounter with the trap and
was at mischief again. Mother Bruin coaxed,
Father Bruin scolded. Peter always tried to do
better, but his memory usually proved too short,
and promises went for nothing. One bright
spring day he started off through the woods to
hunt for fun, as he called these foolish, pranks
with, which he was constantly dealing.
He
chased the butterflies, hurled stones at the bop-
toads, and then sat down on the ground to eat
the wild cherries that had fallen from the thickly
laden boughs. 'Now Peter's eyes were always
wandering restlessly around, and all of a sudden
they rested on a big hollow in a tree close by.
^'That's a squirrel's house," thought Peter. "I
wonder if the little fellow has any nuts left over
from last winter; I'll go see, I guess. " With
Peter to think was to act, and he thrust his paw
away down deep in the hollow. Peter had found
something, but not nuts. The bees had discov-
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ered tJiis place first and were using it as thedr
storo-HoTlse for honey, i^ow Peter's intrusion
vas not to tlieir liking, and their sharp little
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? 42 Poor, Sick Bruin.
stings soon told him so. They swarmed all
around Mm, until lie felt as if he were covered
with them, and the faster he ran, the more they
chased him. He could neither run away, nor
hide from them. 'Not until he was well punished
did they leave him, tingling with pain, but re-
solved, we hope, to once more try to do better,
and not to meddle.
Poor, Sick Bruin.
Once upon a time, when Jack Frost had com-
menced to shake the leaves from the trees after
first painting them in bright crimson and glow-
ing yellow, and some in dull russet brown, Mr.
Bruin fell sick. He had been to a dance in the
Kingston Woods. Miss Bunny had invited him,
and old Bruin had thought her the bright<<<t,
cunningest little creature he had met for mai y
a lo-ng day. Of course she was too tiny for him
to dance with, but he sat and chatted with her,
which he really thought was much pleasanter,
at least he had thought so at the time, but now
he was paying for his frolic. The ground had
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been too damp and cold, and tlie chill winds had
gotten into his bones, and he was the most mis-
erable f elloTV yon could possibly find. **'0 dear,"
thought he, "why was I so silly. Well might I
have known what folly it was to leave my good
warm home, and spend all those honrs out in th<<
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? 44 Poor, Sick Bruin.
cliill mght air. " But it was too late to sit and
grumble over follies that have been committed,
so Bruin wrapped himself in a green plaid shawl,
tied up his head in a red and white handkerchief,
and sat to wait for Dr. "Wolf to pass along. Dr.
Wolf had been called to pay a visit to a little
sick guinea-pig, and his way led him past old
Bruin's house. Bruin saw him, called to him,
and the doctor came trotting in. He took off
his tall black hat, laid it on the table, put on
his glasses, and prepared to examine his patient.
The doctor felt his pulse, shook his head, and
then looked at his tongue. "Oh, ho! mj friend,"
said he, "you have caught a cold, that is certain;
but, my good fellow, I am afraid there is some-
thing more. I fear that you feast too much upon
the dainties of the land. Your larder seems well
filled with tempting food, but if you take my
advice you will leave this alone for awhile, and
content yourself with a good big bowl of mush
and milk. You have a very high fever, and if
you eat of such rich food you will surely die. . 1
am going to put you to bed, and you must not
get up for a week; you are getting along in
years, so you must take extra care of yourself.
I shall leave you some pills to take every hour,
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unless you are asleep. I shall be passing here
again in the morning, and will drop in to see
jou. I hope to find vou much better. '^ Then
the doctor went away, leaving Bruin a sadder
and wiser bear and resolved in the future to tr)'
to live more sim^^ly, and to let his poorer neigh-
bors share the dainties that had proved his foe.
The Squirrel's Visitor.
In the Maple Woods, just outside the town,
lived an old gray squirrel. He was a big squirrel
and just as fat as butter. One time, long ago,
he had been caught in a rat-trap, and his leg
pretty badly torn. A bright-eyed, red-cheeked
boy had found him, and carefully and gently
had lifted the heavy wire frame, and had taken
Frisk out. The poor little squirrel was hurt and
frightened, and the boy felt sorry for him. He
carried him home in his arms, and then wrapped
him in a soft, warm blanket and put him in a
basket. He meant to doctor his wounded leg
and keep him for a pet. Frisk, however, did not
like this notion, and in the morning, when the
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The Wolf's First Party.
on a piece of bircli bark. ^^liss Fo? requests
the presence of Mr. Wolf at a party in the hol-
low/' the invitation read, and the wolf felt as
though he had some standing in the world now,
mff^cox
for never before had any one called him ""ULr,
Wolf.
lie got up bright and early the morning of
the eventful day, and hurried from among the
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leaf-covered trees to hunt for the sun that was
just showing her smiling face above the hill,
behind v. nich she had hidden all through the
night The wolf gave her a friendly nod, and
gazed at the blue sky with feelings of the great-
est pleasure. He felt he could scarcely bear it
if the rain should fall, for he had almost reached
the limit of his patience in waiting for the party,
and the rain would mean that he must wait still
longer. But on this bright spring morning there
were certainly no signs of rain. Early in the
afternoon the wolf began getting ready. He
washed his face and hands in the little brook
that splashed and sang as it danced over the
stones, and then, as it grew broader, flowed
gently and silently along. The brook was the
wolf's mirror, t<^o, and a pine cone served him
for a comb. The poor, silly wolf was ready
hours before it was time to start, and he won-
dered if one always felt so anxious over their en-
trance into society. He wondered, too, if he
were really not more nervous than little Miss
Fox.
But at last the time of departure arrir'^d, and
the wolf started off. He must have something
to '^-axry, for he did not know what to do with his
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hands; so, remembering that some one had told
liim that you had better have an umbrella and
noli want it, than to want it and not have it, he
carried his big green sun-shade.
He was the first to arrive, and Miss Fox was
so pleasant and made him so welcome that he
never felt so hai)pj before. ! N"or did this happi-
ness end, for when all the guests had taken leave,
the woK remained to tell Miss Fox that this had
been the best and brightest time in all his life.
For many days he thought about the fine times
he had had at his first party, and wondered if he
would always have such fun, and if all the ladies
were as nice as Miss Fox.
The Crow.
Did you ever notice a number of black ob-
jects flying through the air or perhaps assembled
in a flock hunting for worms, or caterpillars, or
grubs, or maybe feasting on some fallen grains?
These are crows, and if you could examine them
closely you would see how beautifully their
glossy, black wings are tinged with dull blue and
brown and purple. They are very shy aiiS
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cmming and verj fearful of the farmer's gun,
witL. which thej seem to be well acquainted.
One of them serves as watchman, and when he
sees danger approaching he sounds the alarm,
and all the crows within hearing distance flj ap
and away. The eggs of the crow are laid in nests
made of sticks woven with grasses and lined with
soft roots, feathers, or wool. Both the father
and mother bird sit on the eggs, and watch with
great care over their young. The crow can fly
very swiftly, and sometimes to great heights, and
it can also fly long distances. Have you ever
noticed one perched on a cow or perhaps a
sheep's back? It has perched itself there to pick
the worm out from the skin. Their cry of Caw!
Caw! Caw! is very ugly, and what a din they
make when they gather together in little parties
early in the morning to go in search of food, or
else at night when they are hunting for some
pleasant roosting place. The crow is a very
brave bird and is not afraid to attack the hawk
that sometimes comes swooping down upon it.
Its sharp, black eyes are of great service in its
search for food -- indeed it is upon this sense that
it depends and not upon the sense of smell. Its
keen sight also protects it from the attack of the
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enemj. Sometimes you come across a crow tliat
is perfectly white, but this is not the case often.
The crow makes a very amusing and interesting
pet, 'except that it has the bad habit of stealing.
Thousands of crows are killed every year by
traps or the farmer's gun, and often and often
the poor little young ones are killed in their
nests by the hands of cruel and naughty boys.
The crow does steal the farmer's grain and pull
up the young seedlings, but he would be less
merciless to the poor bird, if he only saw how
much good he does in destroying the worms and
bugs, the mice and moles, which really eat up
lots and lots more than the much abused black
crow. Sometimes the farmers set up "scare-
crows" in the fields to frighten the thieves away,
but they soon learn that it is only a make-believe
man, and are not afraid.
Bruin's Visit.
Jack Feost was raging around in all his fury;
great white Hakes fell thick and fast and settled
one above the other upon the ground, making a
blanket soft and warm for the little plants that
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lay hidden under the earth. The trees moaned
and shook their boughs as the wind went whist-
ling through tliem, and the little snow birds
hopped gracefully from limb to limb hoping to
find a stray worm or bug to satisfy their hungry
little selves.
Bruin had started bright and early that morn-
ing to visit his cousin, a brown bear who lived in
the woods beyond the school house. It was a
long journey, but Bruin cared little for that, for
he knew the way, and knew also the good times
that he and Cousin Bear enjoyed together. Well
he remembered his last visit. TVhat sport they
had playing ten pins, with sticks for pins and
stones for balls. How they enjoyed the game
of catch with the big horse chestnuts that fell
from their prickly coverings and lay scattered on
the ground. The snow had put a stop to ten
pins and catch, but it had brought sport of its
own, for what better fun could two young bears
want than a jolly game of snow-ball or a ride on
the school-house hill? TTith all these good times
dancing in his head, Bruin started off. ]! ,Iother
ITature had given him a thick furry coat, but
old Jack Frost did his best to pierce through this
heevy brown covering, and make him hurry
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the cruel devices of Farmer Gnimp away. They
were happy when they thought of the good
homes these poor animals had found -- but
gladdest of all were they when they thought of
l^ed, for Widow Love had bought him to cart
to market the beautiful butter that she made
every week. They knew that she would be very
kind and gentle to their old friend. That he
would have the softest of straw for his bed at
night, and the finest oats for his dinner, while
there would be no cruel children to beat and
kick him and make his life miserable. Xed lived,
a long while to enjoy this beautiful home, and
the Brownies always found him a faithful
servant
The Brownies' Ride.
"Are you in the humor for a lark, boys? ^' It
was Dot, the very smallest, and, as everybody
knows, the most mischievous of all the Brownies,
who said it.
'^e are that! " was the reply.
They were coming home from school, these
Brownie boys, and dinner pails and books were
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tlirown down at once while they crowded around
Dot to hear of the prospective fun.
"You know that clover field to tlie right a^
the big stone house," he began, "^^ell, some
time ago Grimes put up a sign, which read:
Horses taken to Pasture. ' You should see the
ittck he has had. I guess as many as a doaem
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borses are running around in that pasture field
It's bad for them to do nothing but eat all day,
so I thought we would be doing a good thing for
them, and for ourselves too, if to-nighL^ -- ^you
know it is moon-light -- ^we borrow these horses
and go for a ride. "
You should have heard the yells of delight
with which this scheme was greeted. IN^obody
but approved, except, of course. Croak; he al-
ways objects to everything.
The plan was for them to meet at the school-
house at ten o'clock, then go together to the
pasture lot. A number of the Brownies were tc
bring ropes, which they would tie around the
horses' necks, and haul them into the road.
The hour came; the Brownies met, and the
work began. They had forgotten saddles, but
some of them crawled through the windows in
the harness maker's shop and came back loaded
with both saddles and bridles. Such a time as
they had getting them on, and so many Brownies
had been invited that there were not enough
horses to go around; so two, and sometimes three
saddles must be put on one horse.
All wa<< ready at last, and off they started. It
was so funny to see them. Some of them actually
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hung on to the stirrup straps. Things went
pretty smoothly at first, but, oh my! what a
difference by and by. Saddles slipped, bridles
came undone, and the Brownie boys, and even
the poor horses, went over and rolled aroimd in
the mud. But the bitter must be taken with the
sweet, so nobody dared complain. When the
ride was over, and the horses and harness were
put in their proper places, everybody pronounced
it one of the best frolics he had ever had in hi3
Efe.
The Quarrel.
They were rivals -- the Gobbler and tho
Gander. Their home was at the Brookside
Farm, and it would be hard to find a prettier
home than this. It was a big old-fashioned
house, and it had stood for years and years. The
brook ran along on one side, and day after day it
babbled as it flowed, and the little daisies lifted
up their pretty heads to listen to its merry
songs, and when night came their drowsy head?
dropped as the brook murmured a low, sweet
lullaby.
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The gander had been enjoying the cool, ckar
waters of the brook. He had thought himself a
very beautiful bird, as he sailed gracefully up
and do^vn, arching his long white neck mth a
perfect air of contentment. The other geese at
the farm were quite young, some of them so
young that they looked like little lumps of yel-
low gold as they plunged boldly into the water.
And why should they fear? For the brook had
murmured, coaxingly: "Come, little baby bird.
Come bathe in my waters; I will not hurt you;
I will sing you low, pretty songs. " The gander
remembered when the brook had gently called
to him, and he smiled as he thought how long
ago.
His swim over, he had come on shore, and
once more donned his cap and trousers, and even
better satisfied than ever, had started home for
his dinner.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! '' he heai-d behind him, and
again, "Ha! Hal Ha! " Turning around, whom
should he see but the gobbler rigged in his very
best, his tail spread out just as wide as he could
get it, and looking very grand indeed, even the
gander had to admit as much as his eyes rested
upon him.
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The Quarrel.
'TDon't you think you are a sight ! ^ said the
Oohbler. "Go look at yourself in the brook over
'-WMtff
fonder; you^ll surely agree with me that a moir
ridiculous bird than yourself never lived. "
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^^Eidiciiloiis, indeed! '' replied the angry-
Gander. "K you but knew what a sight you
were, never again would you strut around the
baxuyardi"
*^Strut do you call it? " exclaimed the GobDit? r.
*T. pride myself that my walk is most elegant
Now, if I waddled as you do I'd hang my head
with shame. ''
**'Tis hut your jealousy that makes you talk
so," said the Gander; "you think because you are
tall and your legs are long, that you'll be much
admired and praised -- but people do not notice
you when I am sailing on the waters; then it is
that you must stand in the backgTound, and my
short legs and broad-web feet serve me as your
feet and legs never can you. "
TVord followed word, and these foolish birds
grew angrier all the time. The rooster stopped
the quarrel, for their loud words had attracted
the other birds. 'T)o you know," said he, "you
have kept up this foolish nonsense so long that
now you have lost your dinner? 'Tis an hour
ago since Ann came with her shining tin pan
full of com, but you paid no attention to her.
Today's loss is a small loss, but it might have
been much greater. Do hereafter remembof
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your positions, and try to act more like grown-up
fowls, than like two tiny, newly-katcked birds.
Remember tkat the little folks of the barnyard
look to you as an example. "
The Dissatisfied Owl.
Blutky Winky was a little gray owl that lived
in the plum tree at the meeting of the cross-
roads. He slept all day, and at night perched on
one of the branches and greeted the wagons as
they went by with a low "Whoo! Whoo! " He
did not mean to be inquisitive, only pleasant and
friendly, at least that is what he used to do, but
now he has grown very quiet and solemn, and
heeds not the wagons as they go rumbling by.
The lark had been the cause of all the trouble.
In the early spring she had come to live across
the road from Blinky, and her song, so sweet
and clear, filled his whole heart with wonder
and awe. ^T. i the lark can sing,'' thought
Blinlvy, "why can't I? " And he tried to throw
back his head and pour forth the same sweet
tones, but this was impossible with his short, fat
neck, smd his mightiest effort was of no avail.
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37
So day bj day Blinkj grew sadder and sadder,
but still tbe lark sang on, not knowing what mi-
happiness she brought to poor silly Winky-
:j|
One night he left his home, more miserable
than ever, and perched himself upon the
fence rail to brood over his troubles. It
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was a bright moonlight night, and the owl
family that lived in the apple tree saw
Blinky Winky sitting all alone, and started
off, one after the other, to bring him home
with them. Such a doleful bird as they
found. It was a long while before Blinky would
tell them his secret, but once started, he poured
forth his whole sad tale. They pitied and they
? ? olded him, and their scolding did him good,
for when morning dawned, and it was time to
go home, they had led him to see the folly of his
ways and to resolve to try to be satisfied with
himself, and not aim to be like somebody else.
He learned, after spending many unhappy days
and weary nights, that God had not made his
little throat in such a manner that he could sing.
Tt was a good lesson for him and all his brothers
and Fosters. Perhaps little boys and girls can
learn something from this story of the dissatis-
fied owl, and it is this: "Don't think you can
do everytliing you see other people doing;/'
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? Meddlesome Peter.
The Bear family lived together in as pretty a
place as you could well find. The trees grew
tall and large and spread their branches over the
earth, leaving only room enough for the sun to
creep gently through by day, and for the little
stars to twinkle brightly through at night. Ferns
tall and stately grew in this place, and delicate,
pale green ferns with the gentle blue-eyed violet
peeping from their midst, helped to beautify the
Bear family's dwelling place.
The Bruin household would have been just as
happy as Bears could be, if it had not been for
troublesome Peter. He was the oldest Bruin
cub and just as full of naughtiness as was possi-
ble, and his greatest fault was his meddlesome
ways. There was nothing into whic^i ^<> would
not poke his paws.
One day, while out on a ramble, he spied a
bright, shining steel trap. K'ow Peter had never
seen one before, and quick as a flash he grabbled
it up to learn all about it, and he soon found out
to his sorrow. Snap went the spring, and poor
Peter howled with pain. Fate was good to
Peter this time, for as he jumped around in his
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? 40 Meddlesome Peter.
fury, the spring gave away, and off came the
trap, leaving young Bruin, however, with as sore
a paw as ever you could guess.
JSTow, one would think that this experience
would prove a good lesson to Peter; but no
sooner had his paw gotten well than he had for-
gotten all about his encounter with the trap and
was at mischief again. Mother Bruin coaxed,
Father Bruin scolded. Peter always tried to do
better, but his memory usually proved too short,
and promises went for nothing. One bright
spring day he started off through the woods to
hunt for fun, as he called these foolish, pranks
with, which he was constantly dealing.
He
chased the butterflies, hurled stones at the bop-
toads, and then sat down on the ground to eat
the wild cherries that had fallen from the thickly
laden boughs. 'Now Peter's eyes were always
wandering restlessly around, and all of a sudden
they rested on a big hollow in a tree close by.
^'That's a squirrel's house," thought Peter. "I
wonder if the little fellow has any nuts left over
from last winter; I'll go see, I guess. " With
Peter to think was to act, and he thrust his paw
away down deep in the hollow. Peter had found
something, but not nuts. The bees had discov-
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ered tJiis place first and were using it as thedr
storo-HoTlse for honey, i^ow Peter's intrusion
vas not to tlieir liking, and their sharp little
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? 42 Poor, Sick Bruin.
stings soon told him so. They swarmed all
around Mm, until lie felt as if he were covered
with them, and the faster he ran, the more they
chased him. He could neither run away, nor
hide from them. 'Not until he was well punished
did they leave him, tingling with pain, but re-
solved, we hope, to once more try to do better,
and not to meddle.
Poor, Sick Bruin.
Once upon a time, when Jack Frost had com-
menced to shake the leaves from the trees after
first painting them in bright crimson and glow-
ing yellow, and some in dull russet brown, Mr.
Bruin fell sick. He had been to a dance in the
Kingston Woods. Miss Bunny had invited him,
and old Bruin had thought her the bright<<<t,
cunningest little creature he had met for mai y
a lo-ng day. Of course she was too tiny for him
to dance with, but he sat and chatted with her,
which he really thought was much pleasanter,
at least he had thought so at the time, but now
he was paying for his frolic. The ground had
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? Poor, Sick Bruin. 43
been too damp and cold, and tlie chill winds had
gotten into his bones, and he was the most mis-
erable f elloTV yon could possibly find. **'0 dear,"
thought he, "why was I so silly. Well might I
have known what folly it was to leave my good
warm home, and spend all those honrs out in th<<
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? 44 Poor, Sick Bruin.
cliill mght air. " But it was too late to sit and
grumble over follies that have been committed,
so Bruin wrapped himself in a green plaid shawl,
tied up his head in a red and white handkerchief,
and sat to wait for Dr. "Wolf to pass along. Dr.
Wolf had been called to pay a visit to a little
sick guinea-pig, and his way led him past old
Bruin's house. Bruin saw him, called to him,
and the doctor came trotting in. He took off
his tall black hat, laid it on the table, put on
his glasses, and prepared to examine his patient.
The doctor felt his pulse, shook his head, and
then looked at his tongue. "Oh, ho! mj friend,"
said he, "you have caught a cold, that is certain;
but, my good fellow, I am afraid there is some-
thing more. I fear that you feast too much upon
the dainties of the land. Your larder seems well
filled with tempting food, but if you take my
advice you will leave this alone for awhile, and
content yourself with a good big bowl of mush
and milk. You have a very high fever, and if
you eat of such rich food you will surely die. . 1
am going to put you to bed, and you must not
get up for a week; you are getting along in
years, so you must take extra care of yourself.
I shall leave you some pills to take every hour,
? ^^
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? The Squirrel's Visitor 45
unless you are asleep. I shall be passing here
again in the morning, and will drop in to see
jou. I hope to find vou much better. '^ Then
the doctor went away, leaving Bruin a sadder
and wiser bear and resolved in the future to tr)'
to live more sim^^ly, and to let his poorer neigh-
bors share the dainties that had proved his foe.
The Squirrel's Visitor.
In the Maple Woods, just outside the town,
lived an old gray squirrel. He was a big squirrel
and just as fat as butter. One time, long ago,
he had been caught in a rat-trap, and his leg
pretty badly torn. A bright-eyed, red-cheeked
boy had found him, and carefully and gently
had lifted the heavy wire frame, and had taken
Frisk out. The poor little squirrel was hurt and
frightened, and the boy felt sorry for him. He
carried him home in his arms, and then wrapped
him in a soft, warm blanket and put him in a
basket. He meant to doctor his wounded leg
and keep him for a pet. Frisk, however, did not
like this notion, and in the morning, when the
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The Wolf's First Party.
on a piece of bircli bark. ^^liss Fo? requests
the presence of Mr. Wolf at a party in the hol-
low/' the invitation read, and the wolf felt as
though he had some standing in the world now,
mff^cox
for never before had any one called him ""ULr,
Wolf.
lie got up bright and early the morning of
the eventful day, and hurried from among the
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leaf-covered trees to hunt for the sun that was
just showing her smiling face above the hill,
behind v. nich she had hidden all through the
night The wolf gave her a friendly nod, and
gazed at the blue sky with feelings of the great-
est pleasure. He felt he could scarcely bear it
if the rain should fall, for he had almost reached
the limit of his patience in waiting for the party,
and the rain would mean that he must wait still
longer. But on this bright spring morning there
were certainly no signs of rain. Early in the
afternoon the wolf began getting ready. He
washed his face and hands in the little brook
that splashed and sang as it danced over the
stones, and then, as it grew broader, flowed
gently and silently along. The brook was the
wolf's mirror, t<^o, and a pine cone served him
for a comb. The poor, silly wolf was ready
hours before it was time to start, and he won-
dered if one always felt so anxious over their en-
trance into society. He wondered, too, if he
were really not more nervous than little Miss
Fox.
But at last the time of departure arrir'^d, and
the wolf started off. He must have something
to '^-axry, for he did not know what to do with his
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? 50 The Crow.
hands; so, remembering that some one had told
liim that you had better have an umbrella and
noli want it, than to want it and not have it, he
carried his big green sun-shade.
He was the first to arrive, and Miss Fox was
so pleasant and made him so welcome that he
never felt so hai)pj before. ! N"or did this happi-
ness end, for when all the guests had taken leave,
the woK remained to tell Miss Fox that this had
been the best and brightest time in all his life.
For many days he thought about the fine times
he had had at his first party, and wondered if he
would always have such fun, and if all the ladies
were as nice as Miss Fox.
The Crow.
Did you ever notice a number of black ob-
jects flying through the air or perhaps assembled
in a flock hunting for worms, or caterpillars, or
grubs, or maybe feasting on some fallen grains?
These are crows, and if you could examine them
closely you would see how beautifully their
glossy, black wings are tinged with dull blue and
brown and purple. They are very shy aiiS
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cmming and verj fearful of the farmer's gun,
witL. which thej seem to be well acquainted.
One of them serves as watchman, and when he
sees danger approaching he sounds the alarm,
and all the crows within hearing distance flj ap
and away. The eggs of the crow are laid in nests
made of sticks woven with grasses and lined with
soft roots, feathers, or wool. Both the father
and mother bird sit on the eggs, and watch with
great care over their young. The crow can fly
very swiftly, and sometimes to great heights, and
it can also fly long distances. Have you ever
noticed one perched on a cow or perhaps a
sheep's back? It has perched itself there to pick
the worm out from the skin. Their cry of Caw!
Caw! Caw! is very ugly, and what a din they
make when they gather together in little parties
early in the morning to go in search of food, or
else at night when they are hunting for some
pleasant roosting place. The crow is a very
brave bird and is not afraid to attack the hawk
that sometimes comes swooping down upon it.
Its sharp, black eyes are of great service in its
search for food -- indeed it is upon this sense that
it depends and not upon the sense of smell. Its
keen sight also protects it from the attack of the
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enemj. Sometimes you come across a crow tliat
is perfectly white, but this is not the case often.
The crow makes a very amusing and interesting
pet, 'except that it has the bad habit of stealing.
Thousands of crows are killed every year by
traps or the farmer's gun, and often and often
the poor little young ones are killed in their
nests by the hands of cruel and naughty boys.
The crow does steal the farmer's grain and pull
up the young seedlings, but he would be less
merciless to the poor bird, if he only saw how
much good he does in destroying the worms and
bugs, the mice and moles, which really eat up
lots and lots more than the much abused black
crow. Sometimes the farmers set up "scare-
crows" in the fields to frighten the thieves away,
but they soon learn that it is only a make-believe
man, and are not afraid.
Bruin's Visit.
Jack Feost was raging around in all his fury;
great white Hakes fell thick and fast and settled
one above the other upon the ground, making a
blanket soft and warm for the little plants that
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lay hidden under the earth. The trees moaned
and shook their boughs as the wind went whist-
ling through tliem, and the little snow birds
hopped gracefully from limb to limb hoping to
find a stray worm or bug to satisfy their hungry
little selves.
Bruin had started bright and early that morn-
ing to visit his cousin, a brown bear who lived in
the woods beyond the school house. It was a
long journey, but Bruin cared little for that, for
he knew the way, and knew also the good times
that he and Cousin Bear enjoyed together. Well
he remembered his last visit. TVhat sport they
had playing ten pins, with sticks for pins and
stones for balls. How they enjoyed the game
of catch with the big horse chestnuts that fell
from their prickly coverings and lay scattered on
the ground. The snow had put a stop to ten
pins and catch, but it had brought sport of its
own, for what better fun could two young bears
want than a jolly game of snow-ball or a ride on
the school-house hill? TTith all these good times
dancing in his head, Bruin started off. ]! ,Iother
ITature had given him a thick furry coat, but
old Jack Frost did his best to pierce through this
heevy brown covering, and make him hurry
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