The snow lay deep upon the ground and
nestled among the leafless branches of the forest
trees, gleaming and sparkling like millions of
diamonds.
nestled among the leafless branches of the forest
trees, gleaming and sparkling like millions of
diamonds.
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p/easure, for
she kt^pt
h spring all
thic time,
''I^dy-bug,
lady -bird, fly
away home ;
your house
is ou fire,
your children
will bum. '' So she had made up her mind that
she would not leave them alone again.
Grand-daddy-long-legs thought he had grown
too old for halls, but the messengers coaxed so
hard that he promised to take a good long nap,
and to honor the occasion with his presence.
The sun ^-as shining in all his glory, and the
hour of noon had arrived before all the guests
had been notified. The messengers were weary
from their busy morning, and hid themselves in
the hearts of the flowers or among the tall, grace-
ful grasses to full asleep, and so refresh them-
selves that they, loo, might be ready for the fun
and frolic the evening was to bring.
"We could not begin to tell all the pleasant
things that happeLieil>> but one was the meeting
of Yellow-jacket and Hm ? rauzy Wings. They
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The Queen Bee's Ball.
had not been friends for a long time, but they
met this day on their way to the ball, and found
each other's company so pleasant that ere long
Yellow- jacket was on his knees, suing for Miss
Gauzy Wing's hand in marriage, and he must
have been accepted, for he was very attentive to
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her all tliroiigli the evening, and when the ball
was over, and all the insects said good-night and
hastened away to their
homes, they departed
hand in hand, and be-
fore very long there
was a gathering of the
insects to celebrate the
wedding of this happy pair. So the Queen Bee's
Ball was the means of bringing about the event.
Widow Murphy s Pig.
Everybody knew her -- she sold apples at the
crossing, and her cheeks were as red and her
smile as sweet as the tempting fruit that made
the children's eyes sparkle w^ith delight. Rain
or shine, she sat there, her stiff green bonnet
crowning her head in summer, and her big black
bonnet almost hiding her cherry face in winter.
The great gingham umbrella that shielded her
from rain and sun was often also the sheltering
place of many an unlucky school boy caught in
a shower.
She lived on a tiny place, just outside the
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towiij and wlien Jack, the lame newsboy, or Ted,
the black boot-black, or when any of her regular
customers stopped for a chat, she loved to tell
them of her "foine pratie patch that did so well,
thanks to her airly risin," and of the hens that
troubled her so by scratching in this much-prized
garden, in spite of all the corn she scattered for
their comfort.
But by and by she revelled in a new treasure
-- a cunning black pig. One day, when Widow
Murphy went to the farm house for her daily
can of milk -- the farmer's wife gave it to her,
and what a prize i^; was to the poor old soul.
^Tvvas sick and tiny imd forlorn looking enough
when she got it, but she nursed it most carefully,
and its queer little g'/unt was like music to her
ears. Piggy learned ^o know her, and followed
her around like a dog; and he really grew fatter
every day in his comi^rtable new home.
One morning, it was time to go to town v/ith
apples -- and time for l^'iggy to be shut in his
pen; he was far too previous to be left roaming
around -- but where was fie? The widow searched
everywhere, and called Mid called, until at last
she gave up in despair, tind tired out, sat down
upon the well curb to rest and think.
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Then she heard a noise that made her jump
up in such a hurry that the ruffles on her snowy
cap almost danced. It was piggy's grunt, and it
certainly came from the well. AVay over leaned
the old lady -- and scarcely could she believe her
own eyes, for there in the bucket, safe and sound,
sat that naughty black pig. He had been peer-
ing over the well, perhaps, admiring his funny
snout in the clear waters below, lost his balance,
and tumbled in, fortunately into the bucket that
hung down low.
How glad the widow was to find him, and how
the boys laughed when she told them the tale.
We hor>e that piggy learned a lesson, and be-
came ever after a less vain and less curious piggy.
But one day a man came from a distant city
to buy a fine little pig for a Thanksgiving feast.
Widow Murphy did not want to sell, but the
price offered was too tempting, so she finally
agreed to sell him. H she could have looked
into that house on Thanksgiving Day, she would
have seen piggy perched on a big platter in tha
center of the table.
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? A Chance Acquaintance.
Miss Rhody Run had grown tired of her home
in the stable loft. It used to be very nice when the
boys used to play there, becanse they were sure
to drop crumbs of the cakes and crackers they
were forever eating. But now the boys had gone
away to school, and Rhody felt very lonely. Of
course she had plenty to eat, for it was not much
trouble to find her way to the feed box, and
John, the coachman, was not always careful to
drop the lid; but Rhody thought there was some-
thing in this world to think about besides eating.
She missed the merry laugh and the happy voices
of the children, and she grew more lonely every
day. She finally made up her mind that she
would leave her home in the stable, and travel
around the country until she found a place where
she could be happy. Early one morning she
started off, her red flannel cape pinned around
her shoulders, and an old salt bag, in which she
carried all her treasures, slung over her shoulder.
The village was just waking as she trotted
through the streets. The shop-keepers were just
taking down their shutters and opening their
doors, and as this was all new to Rhody, she
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thonght she would step inside, and see what was
going on. She wanted to do this very badly,
but she could not get courage.
As the day grew older, and the noise and con-
fusion increased, she was so frightened that she
hid herself under a molasses barrel that was
propped up on the sidewalk. Aft-er things be-
gan, to grow quiet again, she dared to venture
out and continue her journey. She was getting
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pretty hungry by this time, so she timidly crept
into a bakery, and succeeded in getting a good
meal, for the baker was not the tidiest man in
the world, and there were plenty of crumbs on
the floor.
The next day found Rhody wandering along
the river bank, where the pond lilies grew and
the tall brown cat-tails nodded in the wind. All
at once Rhody was startled by the sound of a
strange voice, and turning, saw a spry young
frog at her side. "I see," said he, "that you are
admiring our river and its pretty, flowery banks.
Let me walk along with you, and enjoy it also,
for though it is not new to me, it is ever beau-
tiful. "
"What a very nice creature this is," thought
Rhody; so she dropped him a courtesy, and told
him she was very glad of his company, and
Froggy, pleased with her approval of him, did
his level best to be entertaining. Rhody was
charmed with her companion, and the two
chatted as if they had long been friends. Froggy
was very much interested in Rhody's story about
her home in the stable and her trips lo the feed
box for food, and very much surpri? /;d to learn
that she had never before seen the river. So
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lie told all about the wonderful times he had in
his watery home, and she was greatly interested
in all he had to relate. She said it might bo very
pleasant, but she did not think she would like
it, although some of her cousins lived in the
water a great deal of the time.
"How sorry I am," said Froggy, "that I can-
not ask you to dine with me; but my larder con-
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tains no sucli food as you would eat; worms and
fiies and tiny fish are not to your liking, I am
sure, and then I have to take a sail on the river
in order to reach my home, and that would not
please you either. I am sorry that we cannot
enjoy each other's society longer, but, as it is
now lunch time, I shall have to say good-bye. "
So, after best wishes on both sides that they
might some day meet again. Froggy boarded a
floating leaf, and went sailing down the stream
to his home, while Rhody continued on her
journey alone. She felt more lonesome than
ever after Froggy had left her, and she almost
wished she had not met him at all, since he
could not go with her all the way. She was
almost tempted to go back and wait until he
came ashore again, but she finally decided to
keep on her journey, hoping that chance might
again bring her a friend that would be as charm-
ing as Sir Froggy.
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? The Foxes' Quarrel.
Fall had come with its brown, withered
grasses and fallen leaves. Of late Jack Frost
had been blowing his keen breath over hill and
dale, turning the leaves to crimson and gold, and
opening the chestnut burrs, ? o that the ripe nuts
might fall to the earth. One night, when the
moon had hidden its face behind a cloud, Darius
Sharp and Christopher Sly, two youthful foxes,
set out to find some game. Farmer Tobbin lived
not far from the foxes' home, and this man's
good wife. Dame Tobbin, was noted far and
near for her beautiful poultry. Xow this bit of
news had reached the ears of Darius and Chris-
topher, and was greeted by them with great joy.
Maybe you have guessed that these young crea-
tures had planned to try for game at the farm-
er's. Well, you are right. Only this very
morning they had planned to go as soon as it
was night, if the moon did not shine too brightly.
Fortune seemed to favor them, and at the ap-
pointed hour they met, and proceeded towards
the farm house. Darius took his brother Xerxes
along to help bring home the game, if they
eliould be fortunate enough to secure more than
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they could carry themselves. As they hurried
along, they met many of their friends going out
on hunting expeditions, for the night was favor-
able. Presently they reached the home of
Farmer Tobbin, and quietly and carefully en-
tered the yard, knowing that the slightest noise
would be sure to waken Bruno, the faithful
watch-dog, and set the cocks crowing, and then
it would be all over with them, for the farmer
would appear with his gun. As they entered
the yard, they caught sight of a rooster which
had sauntered out to see if it were yet dawn.
Quick as a wink, Darius seized him, while
Christopher secured a plump, fat duck that had
forgotten to go inside to roost. In the excite-
ment, poor little Xerxes was quite forgotten,
and the friends, throwing their game across their
shoulders, started for home, well pleased with
their luck. Just as they entered the woods, a
snipe met the eyes of Christopher, but before
he had captured it, Darius caught sight of it.
Both rushed for it, and seized it. Now, whose
should it be? Both claimed it. Long and
angrily the foxes quarreled. Christopher claimed
it because he saw it first, and Darius claimed it
because he got hold of it first. Morning came.
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? New Year's Ev<. i8i
and they were still disputing. Suddenly Bruno,
tlie dog, appeared on the scene, and they both
scampered off as fast as they could go, leaving
snipe, duck and chicken behind. Bruno had a
kingly breakfast, while the silly foxes had none.
"WTien they got back to their homes, and sat
do^Ti to think over the matter, they were sorry
enough to think they had been so greedy, for in
trying to get all, each one had lost the liUle he
had. Poor little Xerxes had been forgotten in
their hurry to get away with their prizes.
New Year's Eve.
The snow lay deep upon the ground and
nestled among the leafless branches of the forest
trees, gleaming and sparkling like millions of
diamonds. There was no sign of its melting,
for the days were bitter cold, and the nights even
colder, if anything.
"Tt is the coldest winter for many years," said
old Daddy Bruin, and he ought to know, for ho
had lived longer in the forest than the rest of
the animals.
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? 1 82 New Year's Eve.
Daddy Bmin and his old wife had built a
house with the branches of trees closely packed
together, and had covered the roof with thick
coatings of mud. There they lived, as snug and
comfortable as you please. The wind whistled
all around them, but it could not enter their
dwelling and bother them, so snugly were they
housed.
It was ^ew Year's Eve in the forest, and
Daddy Bruin had invited all the inhabitants
thereof to meet with him in his home to talk
about the past year. Beasts of every shape, size
and color gathered at his call, and even the wise
old owl, having heard of the gathering, came
with his little son. "When they had all arrived,
Daddy T\Tapped himself in his blanket, and put
on his Tam O'Shanter, and seating himself on a
fallen log, began to talk to the eager group in
his usual kind fashion. They all looked very
much interested, and paid the best of attention
to Bruin's remarks, even to the tiny little mice
that sat close by his feet. I suppose you would
like to know what they were talking about, so I
will tell you. Bruin was trying to get them to
give up their bad habits and live good lives. He
said he had decided not to steal anything more
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183
from the farmers, but would hereafter depend
on the fruits of field and wood for his living.
One after another the animals confessed that
they had done lots of bad things during the year,
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New Year's Eve.
for whicli they were sorry. Even "Winky Blinky,
tlie owl, looked very grave as lie sat listening to
these tales and confessions of evil doing. The
subject was so interesting that they talked to-
gether for hours, even far into the night.
It was a very solemn meeting, and brought
good results, for
"There, beneath the swaying trees,
As round them played the whistling breeze,
And from the sky, the queen of night
Looked down upon the pleasing sight,
With many a vow and promise true,
Thev all resolved to start anew;
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? New Year's Eve.
And, let us hope, in after davs
They followed peaceful, lionest ways;
185
That guns and snares and traps severe
Were not required throughout the year. '^
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? Bomba, the Merry Old King.
There is an island to the south of Italy, called
Sicily. The weather is beautiful there, and flow-
ers and fruits grow most plentifully. Here, so
the story goes, lived a king, called Bomba.
Bomba was known as the merry old King, for
he loved to play and romp and frolic, notwith-
standing the fact that his hair had grown white
as the driven snow, and his beard had also been
touched by time's frosty hand.
He lived in the royal palace with no one but
his servants, more than a dozen of whom were
kept to amuse and entertain this fun-loving
sovereign. The grounds around the court were
all devoted to hie pleasures. There he played
tennis, or enjoyed a game of ball, or else rigged
himself in his suit, and became one of the play-
ers in a jolly game of foot-ball. If Bomba did
not feel like taking part in the game, he would
order his servants to play in their very best style;
perhaps he would be umpire, or perhaps he
would make himself comfortable, and devote his
time to enjoying the fun.
Bomba loved to roll a hoop. His was made
of the most beautiful red gold, and the stick he
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used for rolling it was nothing less than his own
jeweled sceptre. It was the funniest sight to see
Bomba dashing after the hoop, his crown, pulled
tightly down on his head, gleaming in the sun-
light, and his purple gown, richly trimmed with
ermine, flying about him in all directions. The
marbles he used were made of gold, and his tops
were of gold, too, set with precious stones of
every kind and color. How they sparkled and
gleamed as the top went spinning around and
around, and how old Bomba clapped his hands
and roared with delight.
Xow people thought, and they dared do no
more than think, that their king was crazy. You
see, if this had reached Bomba's ears, there is no
telling what might have happened to the person
who said it. But still, the people had their o^vn
thoughts, and they felt very sad to think their
king was really nothing but a foolish, fun-loving
child. They wished some one, wise and good,
might wear the purple robe, and the jeweled
crown, and use the royal sceptre for some better
purpose than rolling a golden hoop.
One morning, after Bomba had eaten his
breakfast, and a good meal it was too, he called
bis jester to him. He told him to summon his
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entertainers, bid tbem dress in their merriest
costumes, and hasten to the great court garden.
The jester went to do his bidding, and one and
all wondered what scheme old Bomba now had.
They were all present when the king came
among them. He gazed at them, laughed mer-
rily at their rigs, and told them that now he was
ready for a game of leap-frog; they should take
turns at being the frog, while he did the leaping.
This soon became a favorite sport with the king,
and every day he would spend a portion of the
time in this kind of play. People from all
around came to see this merry old king indulge
in the games and sports which children love.
But, alas! for the king; he tried the game once
too often. One day, when he had been having
a particularly jolly game, and been more reckless
than was his want, he tried to jump over one of
his serv^ants, who was very tall, but he missed
his leap, slipped and fell, and lay a helpless
heap, never to rise again. The courtiers gath-
ered around him, trying to do something for
him, for at first they thought he was only
stunned, but all the doctors could do nothing,
and at last they realized that their king was in-
deed dead. It was a sad death for the merry
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old monarch, and all the people pitied him, even
though he had been nothing but a foolish old
king, and they missed his merry laugh and his
kind, gentle face. They missed him more and
more as the days went by, and there was no fun
in the palace. The next king was a very stem,
hard master, and they often wished they were
again living under merry old King Bomba,
though he did spend most of his time in idle
sport
A Friendly Pair.
Winter had given way to spring, and the alli-
gator had come out of the hole in the banks of
the river in which he had slept away the chilly
nights and days. He felt so strong and happy
after his long sleep, and having given himself a
vigorous shake and oft repeated stretches, he
dived into the water for a cool, refreshing bath.
This done, his thoughts turned toward some-
thing to eat, and he opened and shut his big
jaws, as if smacking his lips, when he thought
of the delightful prospect, and there arose be-
fore him visions of the shiny-backed fish that he
would catch and dine upon.
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? IQO
A Friendly Pair.
In a tiny stream that flowed througli tlie
marslies lived a fi^li that could be found no-
where else. Mr. Alligator liked this fish so well
that he decided to go fishing in the stream, and
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if possible bring back a few of these fine fat
fellows for his dinner. So he slung his bag over
his shoulder, and taking his good stout walking
stick, he started off on his tramp.
A shaggy brown bear, who lived in the woods,
had just come out of the great hollow tree where
he had found a resting place during the winter
months. His store of provisions was exhausted,
and he thought it high time to start out in search
of more. He blinked and winked at the bright
sunshine, and he smiled and nodded at the little
flowers that seemed to greet him in their own
pretty way. But the feeling of hunger was
stronger than, the attractions of nature, and so
Mr. Bear donned his beaver hat, and taking his
market bag on his arm, he too started out to get
something to eat. He thought he might be able
to find a pile of nuts in some bushes near the
river, for he remembered having left some there
in the fall.
ITow it happened that the stream where the
fish lived, and the bushes where the nuts were
hidden, were close together, so it was not strange
that the bear and the alligator should come across
each other. "Good morning," said the alligator,
"are you off on a journey? " ''Not far," said the
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bear, "I am only taking a morning walk in search
of something to eat. '' "Well, I am on the same
errand," said the alligator; "if our ways are to-
gether, shall we not walk together? " This plan
suited the bear, so they walked together side by
side, and enjoyed a pleasant stroll.
The Balky Mule Outwitted.
Among a forest of cypress, fir and pine trees
stood the palace of old Sultan Allah Baba, with
its cupolas and domes towering high above the
wilderness of trees. It w^as built of white mar-
ble, and kept always, at the order of the Sultan,
gleamingly white and beautiful. The windows
were of the most gorgeous colors, through which
the sun brightly shone, sending rainbow-like
shadows in and around the rooms of the palace.
At night the place was lighted by jeweled,
studded lamps, which were hung from the ceil-
ings by great silken cords.
Allah Eaba had once been a tall, stately young
fellow, but the happy, easy life he had led, to-
gether with the many dainties that daily filled
his table, had added many pounds to the Sultan's
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freight He liked this change in his appearance
as little as he did the snow white beard that had
taken the place of the jet black whiskers.
The great cap that adorned his head covered
the growth of snowy hair, but no such device
hid the whiskers from sight.
"I am growing old/' mused the Sultan, "and
that will never do. I must find some plan to
bring me back my youth again. I'll dye my
whiskers, but how can I rid myself of all this
load of flesh? "
Allah Baba thought and thought, but all in
vain. Finally he sent for one of the wise men
of his court, and stating the case to him, asked
what he should do.
"Your case is easily settled, your Highness,"
said he. "I am sure you would soon be as slen-
der as a young willow if you would oidy ride a
mule. "
"A delightful plan that," said the Sultan. "I
will reward you richly for your noble efforts. "
Xo time was lost in buying the mule, and of
course they tried to select the very best in all
the land. The Sultan came from the palace to
examine the new treasure, and smiled approv-
ingly at the animal's long ears and shaggy coat^
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^T^ow ril mount him," said Allah Baba, "and
go dashing away on my first ride.
? The Queen Bee's Ball.
169
p/easure, for
she kt^pt
h spring all
thic time,
''I^dy-bug,
lady -bird, fly
away home ;
your house
is ou fire,
your children
will bum. '' So she had made up her mind that
she would not leave them alone again.
Grand-daddy-long-legs thought he had grown
too old for halls, but the messengers coaxed so
hard that he promised to take a good long nap,
and to honor the occasion with his presence.
The sun ^-as shining in all his glory, and the
hour of noon had arrived before all the guests
had been notified. The messengers were weary
from their busy morning, and hid themselves in
the hearts of the flowers or among the tall, grace-
ful grasses to full asleep, and so refresh them-
selves that they, loo, might be ready for the fun
and frolic the evening was to bring.
"We could not begin to tell all the pleasant
things that happeLieil>> but one was the meeting
of Yellow-jacket and Hm ? rauzy Wings. They
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The Queen Bee's Ball.
had not been friends for a long time, but they
met this day on their way to the ball, and found
each other's company so pleasant that ere long
Yellow- jacket was on his knees, suing for Miss
Gauzy Wing's hand in marriage, and he must
have been accepted, for he was very attentive to
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her all tliroiigli the evening, and when the ball
was over, and all the insects said good-night and
hastened away to their
homes, they departed
hand in hand, and be-
fore very long there
was a gathering of the
insects to celebrate the
wedding of this happy pair. So the Queen Bee's
Ball was the means of bringing about the event.
Widow Murphy s Pig.
Everybody knew her -- she sold apples at the
crossing, and her cheeks were as red and her
smile as sweet as the tempting fruit that made
the children's eyes sparkle w^ith delight. Rain
or shine, she sat there, her stiff green bonnet
crowning her head in summer, and her big black
bonnet almost hiding her cherry face in winter.
The great gingham umbrella that shielded her
from rain and sun was often also the sheltering
place of many an unlucky school boy caught in
a shower.
She lived on a tiny place, just outside the
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? 172 Widow Murphy's Pig.
towiij and wlien Jack, the lame newsboy, or Ted,
the black boot-black, or when any of her regular
customers stopped for a chat, she loved to tell
them of her "foine pratie patch that did so well,
thanks to her airly risin," and of the hens that
troubled her so by scratching in this much-prized
garden, in spite of all the corn she scattered for
their comfort.
But by and by she revelled in a new treasure
-- a cunning black pig. One day, when Widow
Murphy went to the farm house for her daily
can of milk -- the farmer's wife gave it to her,
and what a prize i^; was to the poor old soul.
^Tvvas sick and tiny imd forlorn looking enough
when she got it, but she nursed it most carefully,
and its queer little g'/unt was like music to her
ears. Piggy learned ^o know her, and followed
her around like a dog; and he really grew fatter
every day in his comi^rtable new home.
One morning, it was time to go to town v/ith
apples -- and time for l^'iggy to be shut in his
pen; he was far too previous to be left roaming
around -- but where was fie? The widow searched
everywhere, and called Mid called, until at last
she gave up in despair, tind tired out, sat down
upon the well curb to rest and think.
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Then she heard a noise that made her jump
up in such a hurry that the ruffles on her snowy
cap almost danced. It was piggy's grunt, and it
certainly came from the well. AVay over leaned
the old lady -- and scarcely could she believe her
own eyes, for there in the bucket, safe and sound,
sat that naughty black pig. He had been peer-
ing over the well, perhaps, admiring his funny
snout in the clear waters below, lost his balance,
and tumbled in, fortunately into the bucket that
hung down low.
How glad the widow was to find him, and how
the boys laughed when she told them the tale.
We hor>e that piggy learned a lesson, and be-
came ever after a less vain and less curious piggy.
But one day a man came from a distant city
to buy a fine little pig for a Thanksgiving feast.
Widow Murphy did not want to sell, but the
price offered was too tempting, so she finally
agreed to sell him. H she could have looked
into that house on Thanksgiving Day, she would
have seen piggy perched on a big platter in tha
center of the table.
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? A Chance Acquaintance.
Miss Rhody Run had grown tired of her home
in the stable loft. It used to be very nice when the
boys used to play there, becanse they were sure
to drop crumbs of the cakes and crackers they
were forever eating. But now the boys had gone
away to school, and Rhody felt very lonely. Of
course she had plenty to eat, for it was not much
trouble to find her way to the feed box, and
John, the coachman, was not always careful to
drop the lid; but Rhody thought there was some-
thing in this world to think about besides eating.
She missed the merry laugh and the happy voices
of the children, and she grew more lonely every
day. She finally made up her mind that she
would leave her home in the stable, and travel
around the country until she found a place where
she could be happy. Early one morning she
started off, her red flannel cape pinned around
her shoulders, and an old salt bag, in which she
carried all her treasures, slung over her shoulder.
The village was just waking as she trotted
through the streets. The shop-keepers were just
taking down their shutters and opening their
doors, and as this was all new to Rhody, she
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thonght she would step inside, and see what was
going on. She wanted to do this very badly,
but she could not get courage.
As the day grew older, and the noise and con-
fusion increased, she was so frightened that she
hid herself under a molasses barrel that was
propped up on the sidewalk. Aft-er things be-
gan, to grow quiet again, she dared to venture
out and continue her journey. She was getting
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pretty hungry by this time, so she timidly crept
into a bakery, and succeeded in getting a good
meal, for the baker was not the tidiest man in
the world, and there were plenty of crumbs on
the floor.
The next day found Rhody wandering along
the river bank, where the pond lilies grew and
the tall brown cat-tails nodded in the wind. All
at once Rhody was startled by the sound of a
strange voice, and turning, saw a spry young
frog at her side. "I see," said he, "that you are
admiring our river and its pretty, flowery banks.
Let me walk along with you, and enjoy it also,
for though it is not new to me, it is ever beau-
tiful. "
"What a very nice creature this is," thought
Rhody; so she dropped him a courtesy, and told
him she was very glad of his company, and
Froggy, pleased with her approval of him, did
his level best to be entertaining. Rhody was
charmed with her companion, and the two
chatted as if they had long been friends. Froggy
was very much interested in Rhody's story about
her home in the stable and her trips lo the feed
box for food, and very much surpri? /;d to learn
that she had never before seen the river. So
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lie told all about the wonderful times he had in
his watery home, and she was greatly interested
in all he had to relate. She said it might bo very
pleasant, but she did not think she would like
it, although some of her cousins lived in the
water a great deal of the time.
"How sorry I am," said Froggy, "that I can-
not ask you to dine with me; but my larder con-
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tains no sucli food as you would eat; worms and
fiies and tiny fish are not to your liking, I am
sure, and then I have to take a sail on the river
in order to reach my home, and that would not
please you either. I am sorry that we cannot
enjoy each other's society longer, but, as it is
now lunch time, I shall have to say good-bye. "
So, after best wishes on both sides that they
might some day meet again. Froggy boarded a
floating leaf, and went sailing down the stream
to his home, while Rhody continued on her
journey alone. She felt more lonesome than
ever after Froggy had left her, and she almost
wished she had not met him at all, since he
could not go with her all the way. She was
almost tempted to go back and wait until he
came ashore again, but she finally decided to
keep on her journey, hoping that chance might
again bring her a friend that would be as charm-
ing as Sir Froggy.
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? The Foxes' Quarrel.
Fall had come with its brown, withered
grasses and fallen leaves. Of late Jack Frost
had been blowing his keen breath over hill and
dale, turning the leaves to crimson and gold, and
opening the chestnut burrs, ? o that the ripe nuts
might fall to the earth. One night, when the
moon had hidden its face behind a cloud, Darius
Sharp and Christopher Sly, two youthful foxes,
set out to find some game. Farmer Tobbin lived
not far from the foxes' home, and this man's
good wife. Dame Tobbin, was noted far and
near for her beautiful poultry. Xow this bit of
news had reached the ears of Darius and Chris-
topher, and was greeted by them with great joy.
Maybe you have guessed that these young crea-
tures had planned to try for game at the farm-
er's. Well, you are right. Only this very
morning they had planned to go as soon as it
was night, if the moon did not shine too brightly.
Fortune seemed to favor them, and at the ap-
pointed hour they met, and proceeded towards
the farm house. Darius took his brother Xerxes
along to help bring home the game, if they
eliould be fortunate enough to secure more than
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? i8o Tli(R Foxes' Quarrel.
they could carry themselves. As they hurried
along, they met many of their friends going out
on hunting expeditions, for the night was favor-
able. Presently they reached the home of
Farmer Tobbin, and quietly and carefully en-
tered the yard, knowing that the slightest noise
would be sure to waken Bruno, the faithful
watch-dog, and set the cocks crowing, and then
it would be all over with them, for the farmer
would appear with his gun. As they entered
the yard, they caught sight of a rooster which
had sauntered out to see if it were yet dawn.
Quick as a wink, Darius seized him, while
Christopher secured a plump, fat duck that had
forgotten to go inside to roost. In the excite-
ment, poor little Xerxes was quite forgotten,
and the friends, throwing their game across their
shoulders, started for home, well pleased with
their luck. Just as they entered the woods, a
snipe met the eyes of Christopher, but before
he had captured it, Darius caught sight of it.
Both rushed for it, and seized it. Now, whose
should it be? Both claimed it. Long and
angrily the foxes quarreled. Christopher claimed
it because he saw it first, and Darius claimed it
because he got hold of it first. Morning came.
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? New Year's Ev<. i8i
and they were still disputing. Suddenly Bruno,
tlie dog, appeared on the scene, and they both
scampered off as fast as they could go, leaving
snipe, duck and chicken behind. Bruno had a
kingly breakfast, while the silly foxes had none.
"WTien they got back to their homes, and sat
do^Ti to think over the matter, they were sorry
enough to think they had been so greedy, for in
trying to get all, each one had lost the liUle he
had. Poor little Xerxes had been forgotten in
their hurry to get away with their prizes.
New Year's Eve.
The snow lay deep upon the ground and
nestled among the leafless branches of the forest
trees, gleaming and sparkling like millions of
diamonds. There was no sign of its melting,
for the days were bitter cold, and the nights even
colder, if anything.
"Tt is the coldest winter for many years," said
old Daddy Bruin, and he ought to know, for ho
had lived longer in the forest than the rest of
the animals.
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? 1 82 New Year's Eve.
Daddy Bmin and his old wife had built a
house with the branches of trees closely packed
together, and had covered the roof with thick
coatings of mud. There they lived, as snug and
comfortable as you please. The wind whistled
all around them, but it could not enter their
dwelling and bother them, so snugly were they
housed.
It was ^ew Year's Eve in the forest, and
Daddy Bruin had invited all the inhabitants
thereof to meet with him in his home to talk
about the past year. Beasts of every shape, size
and color gathered at his call, and even the wise
old owl, having heard of the gathering, came
with his little son. "When they had all arrived,
Daddy T\Tapped himself in his blanket, and put
on his Tam O'Shanter, and seating himself on a
fallen log, began to talk to the eager group in
his usual kind fashion. They all looked very
much interested, and paid the best of attention
to Bruin's remarks, even to the tiny little mice
that sat close by his feet. I suppose you would
like to know what they were talking about, so I
will tell you. Bruin was trying to get them to
give up their bad habits and live good lives. He
said he had decided not to steal anything more
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? New Year's Eve.
183
from the farmers, but would hereafter depend
on the fruits of field and wood for his living.
One after another the animals confessed that
they had done lots of bad things during the year,
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New Year's Eve.
for whicli they were sorry. Even "Winky Blinky,
tlie owl, looked very grave as lie sat listening to
these tales and confessions of evil doing. The
subject was so interesting that they talked to-
gether for hours, even far into the night.
It was a very solemn meeting, and brought
good results, for
"There, beneath the swaying trees,
As round them played the whistling breeze,
And from the sky, the queen of night
Looked down upon the pleasing sight,
With many a vow and promise true,
Thev all resolved to start anew;
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? New Year's Eve.
And, let us hope, in after davs
They followed peaceful, lionest ways;
185
That guns and snares and traps severe
Were not required throughout the year. '^
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? Bomba, the Merry Old King.
There is an island to the south of Italy, called
Sicily. The weather is beautiful there, and flow-
ers and fruits grow most plentifully. Here, so
the story goes, lived a king, called Bomba.
Bomba was known as the merry old King, for
he loved to play and romp and frolic, notwith-
standing the fact that his hair had grown white
as the driven snow, and his beard had also been
touched by time's frosty hand.
He lived in the royal palace with no one but
his servants, more than a dozen of whom were
kept to amuse and entertain this fun-loving
sovereign. The grounds around the court were
all devoted to hie pleasures. There he played
tennis, or enjoyed a game of ball, or else rigged
himself in his suit, and became one of the play-
ers in a jolly game of foot-ball. If Bomba did
not feel like taking part in the game, he would
order his servants to play in their very best style;
perhaps he would be umpire, or perhaps he
would make himself comfortable, and devote his
time to enjoying the fun.
Bomba loved to roll a hoop. His was made
of the most beautiful red gold, and the stick he
i86
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? Bomba, the Merry Old King. 187
used for rolling it was nothing less than his own
jeweled sceptre. It was the funniest sight to see
Bomba dashing after the hoop, his crown, pulled
tightly down on his head, gleaming in the sun-
light, and his purple gown, richly trimmed with
ermine, flying about him in all directions. The
marbles he used were made of gold, and his tops
were of gold, too, set with precious stones of
every kind and color. How they sparkled and
gleamed as the top went spinning around and
around, and how old Bomba clapped his hands
and roared with delight.
Xow people thought, and they dared do no
more than think, that their king was crazy. You
see, if this had reached Bomba's ears, there is no
telling what might have happened to the person
who said it. But still, the people had their o^vn
thoughts, and they felt very sad to think their
king was really nothing but a foolish, fun-loving
child. They wished some one, wise and good,
might wear the purple robe, and the jeweled
crown, and use the royal sceptre for some better
purpose than rolling a golden hoop.
One morning, after Bomba had eaten his
breakfast, and a good meal it was too, he called
bis jester to him. He told him to summon his
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? 1 88 Bomba, the Merry Old King.
entertainers, bid tbem dress in their merriest
costumes, and hasten to the great court garden.
The jester went to do his bidding, and one and
all wondered what scheme old Bomba now had.
They were all present when the king came
among them. He gazed at them, laughed mer-
rily at their rigs, and told them that now he was
ready for a game of leap-frog; they should take
turns at being the frog, while he did the leaping.
This soon became a favorite sport with the king,
and every day he would spend a portion of the
time in this kind of play. People from all
around came to see this merry old king indulge
in the games and sports which children love.
But, alas! for the king; he tried the game once
too often. One day, when he had been having
a particularly jolly game, and been more reckless
than was his want, he tried to jump over one of
his serv^ants, who was very tall, but he missed
his leap, slipped and fell, and lay a helpless
heap, never to rise again. The courtiers gath-
ered around him, trying to do something for
him, for at first they thought he was only
stunned, but all the doctors could do nothing,
and at last they realized that their king was in-
deed dead. It was a sad death for the merry
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old monarch, and all the people pitied him, even
though he had been nothing but a foolish old
king, and they missed his merry laugh and his
kind, gentle face. They missed him more and
more as the days went by, and there was no fun
in the palace. The next king was a very stem,
hard master, and they often wished they were
again living under merry old King Bomba,
though he did spend most of his time in idle
sport
A Friendly Pair.
Winter had given way to spring, and the alli-
gator had come out of the hole in the banks of
the river in which he had slept away the chilly
nights and days. He felt so strong and happy
after his long sleep, and having given himself a
vigorous shake and oft repeated stretches, he
dived into the water for a cool, refreshing bath.
This done, his thoughts turned toward some-
thing to eat, and he opened and shut his big
jaws, as if smacking his lips, when he thought
of the delightful prospect, and there arose be-
fore him visions of the shiny-backed fish that he
would catch and dine upon.
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? IQO
A Friendly Pair.
In a tiny stream that flowed througli tlie
marslies lived a fi^li that could be found no-
where else. Mr. Alligator liked this fish so well
that he decided to go fishing in the stream, and
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? A Friendly Pair. 191
if possible bring back a few of these fine fat
fellows for his dinner. So he slung his bag over
his shoulder, and taking his good stout walking
stick, he started off on his tramp.
A shaggy brown bear, who lived in the woods,
had just come out of the great hollow tree where
he had found a resting place during the winter
months. His store of provisions was exhausted,
and he thought it high time to start out in search
of more. He blinked and winked at the bright
sunshine, and he smiled and nodded at the little
flowers that seemed to greet him in their own
pretty way. But the feeling of hunger was
stronger than, the attractions of nature, and so
Mr. Bear donned his beaver hat, and taking his
market bag on his arm, he too started out to get
something to eat. He thought he might be able
to find a pile of nuts in some bushes near the
river, for he remembered having left some there
in the fall.
ITow it happened that the stream where the
fish lived, and the bushes where the nuts were
hidden, were close together, so it was not strange
that the bear and the alligator should come across
each other. "Good morning," said the alligator,
"are you off on a journey? " ''Not far," said the
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bear, "I am only taking a morning walk in search
of something to eat. '' "Well, I am on the same
errand," said the alligator; "if our ways are to-
gether, shall we not walk together? " This plan
suited the bear, so they walked together side by
side, and enjoyed a pleasant stroll.
The Balky Mule Outwitted.
Among a forest of cypress, fir and pine trees
stood the palace of old Sultan Allah Baba, with
its cupolas and domes towering high above the
wilderness of trees. It w^as built of white mar-
ble, and kept always, at the order of the Sultan,
gleamingly white and beautiful. The windows
were of the most gorgeous colors, through which
the sun brightly shone, sending rainbow-like
shadows in and around the rooms of the palace.
At night the place was lighted by jeweled,
studded lamps, which were hung from the ceil-
ings by great silken cords.
Allah Eaba had once been a tall, stately young
fellow, but the happy, easy life he had led, to-
gether with the many dainties that daily filled
his table, had added many pounds to the Sultan's
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freight He liked this change in his appearance
as little as he did the snow white beard that had
taken the place of the jet black whiskers.
The great cap that adorned his head covered
the growth of snowy hair, but no such device
hid the whiskers from sight.
"I am growing old/' mused the Sultan, "and
that will never do. I must find some plan to
bring me back my youth again. I'll dye my
whiskers, but how can I rid myself of all this
load of flesh? "
Allah Baba thought and thought, but all in
vain. Finally he sent for one of the wise men
of his court, and stating the case to him, asked
what he should do.
"Your case is easily settled, your Highness,"
said he. "I am sure you would soon be as slen-
der as a young willow if you would oidy ride a
mule. "
"A delightful plan that," said the Sultan. "I
will reward you richly for your noble efforts. "
Xo time was lost in buying the mule, and of
course they tried to select the very best in all
the land. The Sultan came from the palace to
examine the new treasure, and smiled approv-
ingly at the animal's long ears and shaggy coat^
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? 194 '^^e Balky Mule Outwitted.
^T^ow ril mount him," said Allah Baba, "and
go dashing away on my first ride.
