Speaker 1: Section one of Harper's Young People, Volume one, issue eighteen
Speaker 1: March second, eighteen eighty. This is a LibriVox recording. All
Speaker 1: LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information
Speaker 1: or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. A hunting adventure.
Speaker 1: I had been traveling in the interior of Africa in
Speaker 1: company with a Portuguese ivory trader for several weeks, greatly
Speaker 1: enjoying the wild and exciting life we were compelled to lead.
Speaker 1: The exercise had steadied embraced my nerves, which before setting
Speaker 1: out were in a shattered condition from the effects of
Speaker 1: a severe and long attack of fever. Constant practice had
Speaker 1: also made me an expert shot and a successful hunter. Indeed,
Speaker 1: if one only knew how to handle a gun and
Speaker 1: went to work with proper precaution, the amazing abundance of
Speaker 1: animal life everywhere to be met with could not fail
Speaker 1: in making him more or less of a shortsmen. In
Speaker 1: hunting the large game, such as the lion, the elephant,
Speaker 1: and the rhinoceros, there was always a spice of danger,
Speaker 1: and I had, in two or three several instances, found
Speaker 1: myself in positions of extreme peril from which nothing but
Speaker 1: presence of mind or good fortune brought me safely out.
Speaker 1: But the danger incurred only lent additional charms to the pursuit,
Speaker 1: while a proud feeling of exultation would steal over the
Speaker 1: heart when thinking that an insignificant and feeble man should
Speaker 1: be more than a match for such huge creatures in
Speaker 1: spite of their gigantic strength. One day, in our several canoes,
Speaker 1: we were paddling up a broad river. On either bank
Speaker 1: stretched an apparently impenetrable forest, many of the trees of
Speaker 1: which approached to the very water's edge. While the ends
Speaker 1: of creepers fell into and huge plants actually raised their
Speaker 1: heads out of the river itself from the branches of
Speaker 1: the trees. Curious looking monkey gazed inquisitively at us, chattering
Speaker 1: to each other as if inquiring what business we had
Speaker 1: in invading their domains. Numbers of brilliantly colored birds hovered
Speaker 1: on the wing, making the air resound with their varied
Speaker 1: and peculiar notes. The gentle gazelle would timidly approach to
Speaker 1: slake his thirst at the water. The noble lion would
Speaker 1: stalk out in all his majesty for the same purpose.
Speaker 1: While ever and Anon now close to the canoes, now
Speaker 1: yards away, a loud snort would startle us, and the huge,
Speaker 1: ugly head of a hippopotamus would be thrust above the surface.
Speaker 1: Journeying thus by waters a pleasant and RESTful change from
Speaker 1: the everlasting tramp tramp through the forest, which, although enjoyable,
Speaker 1: sometimes becomes a little wearisome. This particular day of which
Speaker 1: I speak made the third. We had thus progressed without
Speaker 1: any startling adventure occurring to interrupt our voyage. It was not, however,
Speaker 1: to have so peaceful as the other two. When within
Speaker 1: some miles of the spot where we intended camping for
Speaker 1: the night, as our larder was low, I told the
Speaker 1: trader I would land and procure some fresh meat for supper,
Speaker 1: and that I would meet him before long at the
Speaker 1: trysting place. My canoe was accordingly directed to the shore,
Speaker 1: taking with me four of the natives to carry my
Speaker 1: spare gun and what game I might shoot. I plunged
Speaker 1: into the forest. I did not go very far from
Speaker 1: the banks of the river, for as the day was
Speaker 1: drawing to a close, I was in hopes of meeting
Speaker 1: with plenty of game on their way to the water,
Speaker 1: so I followed the course of the stream toward our
Speaker 1: camping place. A sudden plunge from the dazzling brilliancy of
Speaker 1: the sun to the solemn gloom of the forest made
Speaker 1: it almost impossible to see anything clearly until my eyes
Speaker 1: got accustomed to the peculiar light, so I was perforce
Speaker 1: obliged for a short time to grope my way cautious
Speaker 1: along my four attendants followed one a lad bearing my
Speaker 1: spare gun, two armed with long lances, and the fourth,
Speaker 1: whom I always called Nako, and who was one of
Speaker 1: the best native hunters I have ever known. Active, brave
Speaker 1: and cool in the presence of danger, carrying a gun
Speaker 1: of his own which he could use with something like skill.
Speaker 1: Nako always kept close to my heels, for I think
Speaker 1: he looked upon himself as my shield and guardian, and
Speaker 1: thought his protection necessary to insure my safety, otherwise I
Speaker 1: should run into danger and come to inevitable grief. His
Speaker 1: coolness and courage had, on more than one critical occasion,
Speaker 1: aided me very materially. After a quarter of an hour's
Speaker 1: trampling through the grass and bush and prickly thorn, a
Speaker 1: fine deer offered himself as a target to my rifle.
Speaker 1: He was on his way to the river when hearing
Speaker 1: our approach, he stopped a listen, and in so doing
Speaker 1: turned his shoulder toward me. Lefting my rifle, I took
Speaker 1: quick aim and fired the noble Bee, sprang into the air, and, then,
Speaker 1: falling forward on his knees, gave a few convulsive struggles
Speaker 1: and lay perfectly still, leaving two of the natives to
Speaker 1: convey the carcasse to the boat. I pushed on with
Speaker 1: the others, hoping to get another shot. I had not
Speaker 1: proceeded far when Nacho expressed his opinion that there were
Speaker 1: lions in the neighborhood. What leads you to think so, Knako,
Speaker 1: I inquired. Before he could reply, there was a rustling
Speaker 1: in a foliage, and a graceful gazelle bounded into view,
Speaker 1: evidently fleeing from some pursuer. Quick as thought, my gun
Speaker 1: was at my shoulder, and in an instant he was
Speaker 1: rolling over. Then and only then I became aware that
Speaker 1: his pursuer was close at hand. As the roar of
Speaker 1: a lion fell upon my ear, I began quickly to
Speaker 1: reload my rifle, but before I had rammed down the bullet,
Speaker 1: A large lion sprang on the bar, while a lioness
Speaker 1: with her half grown cub followed at his heels with
Speaker 1: his two forepaws placed on the body of the gazelle.
Speaker 1: The lion stood erect and turned his face in our direction.
Speaker 1: No sooner did he see us than he gave utterance
Speaker 1: to a savage roar, but seemed uncertain what to do,
Speaker 1: whether to keep possession of the slaughtered prey or attack
Speaker 1: the new Meanwhile, the lioness crouch, growling down by the
Speaker 1: side of the dead body, while the cub licked the
Speaker 1: blood trickling from the wound. I never stirred, but kept
Speaker 1: my eyes fixed upon the lion, telling the lad with
Speaker 1: a spare gun to be ready to hand it to
Speaker 1: me when I should require it. Nacho stood prepared for
Speaker 1: what might follow. For a minute we stood thus. I
Speaker 1: was unwilling to lose the gazelle, but hesitated to fire
Speaker 1: at the lion, for even if I should be fortunate
Speaker 1: enough to kill him, there would be the lioness to
Speaker 1: contend with. I determined to run the risk. Taking steady aim,
Speaker 1: I fired. The explosion was followed by a terrific roar.
Speaker 1: The bullet had not touched the vital part. I had
Speaker 1: only succeeded in dangerously wounding him. I had now an
Speaker 1: angry and formidable foe to encounter. Throwing down my empty rifle,
Speaker 1: I put my hand behind me to receive the other
Speaker 1: from the boy. He was a few steps from me,
Speaker 1: and before he could place it within my reach, I
Speaker 1: saw the lion making ready for the fatal spring fire. Knacko,
Speaker 1: I cried as the animal bounded into the air swift
Speaker 1: as thought, the flame leaped from his barrel. I heard
Speaker 1: the thud of the bullet on the body of the lion,
Speaker 1: but it could not check the impetus of his spring,
Speaker 1: and in another moment I was hurled violently to the ground,
Speaker 1: and for a moment lay stunned by the shock. A dead,
Speaker 1: heavy weight upon my body and legs soon brought me
Speaker 1: back to consciousness. Opening my eyes, I found my face
Speaker 1: within an inch or two of the lions. Nako, seeing
Speaker 1: me knock dover, had thrown his own gun to the
Speaker 1: ground and picked up a spare one, and was now
Speaker 1: approaching to give the lion his coup de gras. The
Speaker 1: animal watched the hunter's motions but was unwilling or too
Speaker 1: badly wounded to leave me and attack him. The bold
Speaker 1: black approach within six paces of the foe, and aiming
Speaker 1: behind his ear, fired a shuddering quiver ran through the
Speaker 1: mighty frame. I felt a sudden relief from the oppressive
Speaker 1: weight which confined me to the ground. As the lion
Speaker 1: rolled over dead, Nacho assisted me to my feet, running
Speaker 1: his hands over my body to ascertain if any bones
Speaker 1: were broken. But with the exception of several severe bruises
Speaker 1: and a feeling of general soreness all over my body,
Speaker 1: I was unhurt. We looked round for the lioness in
Speaker 1: her cub. They were nowhere to be seen, and must
Speaker 1: have decamped during my encounter with the lion, for which
Speaker 1: I felt not a little thankful, as I had no
Speaker 1: wish for another such encounter. And of Section one recording
Speaker 1: by Keith sallis Section two of Harper's Young People, Volume one,
Speaker 1: issue eighteen March second, eighteen eighty. This is a LibriVox recording.
Speaker 1: All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
Speaker 1: information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. Biddy
Speaker 1: o'dolan by missus Zandel b Gustafson, Chapter two. Missus Brown
Speaker 1: was not quite so bad as her word, for she
Speaker 1: did not take away Biddy's doll every night when Biddy
Speaker 1: could not give her extra pay. Of course, there were
Speaker 1: many nights when Biddy could not do this, even with
Speaker 1: Charley's help. She had, in the first place to pay
Speaker 1: for her straw, her soup, and her bread. Whenever she
Speaker 1: had earned more than an For this, Missus Brown had
Speaker 1: always tried to get it away from her on some
Speaker 1: pretense or other. Biddy had a brave heart. She had
Speaker 1: never been afraid of the rough old woman, and often
Speaker 1: had her own way. If you should use your soft
Speaker 1: little hands to do coarse and heavy work, it would
Speaker 1: not be long before they would get out of shape
Speaker 1: and become covered with a thick skin. They might still
Speaker 1: be very good and dear little hands inside, but they
Speaker 1: would not so quickly feel the softness of Mamma's cheek.
Speaker 1: All the pleasure of the sense of touch, which you
Speaker 1: would then find had been great, and of many kinds,
Speaker 1: would be lost to you. So it was with Biddy's heart.
Speaker 1: She had never had any of the little pleasures in
Speaker 1: good times, little hopes and plans to which all the
Speaker 1: children have a perfect right. Her hard, friendless, cheerless life
Speaker 1: had made the outside of Biddy's brave little heart tough,
Speaker 1: just as hard, unfit work would toughen your little hands.
Speaker 1: But the doll had made a difference to Biddy in
Speaker 1: every way. She had done all she could for her doll.
Speaker 1: She loved it. She made it a dress from a
Speaker 1: piece of her own. She had been beaten again and
Speaker 1: again for its sake, almost more than you would be
Speaker 1: willing to do for your doll, is it not. But
Speaker 1: it had done and was doing a thousand times more
Speaker 1: for Biddy, because Biddy had what her doll had not life.
Speaker 1: Missus Brown sometimes forgot the torment Biddy about the doll,
Speaker 1: and at other times she seemed to feel too stupid
Speaker 1: and dull to care about it. But she remembered quite
Speaker 1: often enough, and got away all Biddy's money and gave
Speaker 1: Biddy many a scare and heartache about it. At last,
Speaker 1: the hard hearted old woman went too far, as cruel
Speaker 1: people are pretty sure to do. In the end. Well
Speaker 1: four months had passed since Biddy for found her doll.
Speaker 1: The warm winds, the green buds and singing birds of
Speaker 1: spring had come. When one night missus Brown took the
Speaker 1: doll away from Biddy and told her that unless she
Speaker 1: could bring her at least two dollars by the close
Speaker 1: of the week, she should never see it again. That night,
Speaker 1: Biddy lay awake a long while thinking over what she
Speaker 1: could do. It was late in the night when she
Speaker 1: whispered to Charlie that she made up her mind and
Speaker 1: wanted to see him somewhere in the morning and tell
Speaker 1: him her plan. Charlie answered that he would watch for
Speaker 1: her in the bowery, near a jewelry shop where they
Speaker 1: had often stopped to look at the pretty things in
Speaker 1: the window. He said he would be there about half
Speaker 1: past eight o'clock. After this was settled, Biddy fell asleep.
Speaker 1: In the morning, the children met as they had agreed,
Speaker 1: and walked slowly down the bowery for a block or
Speaker 1: two while Biddy told her plan to Charlie. I can't
Speaker 1: tell you all I've been thinking, said Betty. It feels
Speaker 1: all stirred up with thinking, like the soup when Grumpy
Speaker 1: puts the stick in it. I never slept at all
Speaker 1: till I thinked it out as how I'd do just
Speaker 1: one thing, Yes, yes, said Charlie, eagerly. I'll find a
Speaker 1: home for Dolly and me, said Betty. I'll begin and
Speaker 1: never stop till I gets it. You'll find a home,
Speaker 1: asked Charlie. He was a good deal. Puzzled, yes, said Betty.
Speaker 1: I telled you. My mind's made up. I'll look at
Speaker 1: every man as I meets, and I'll act the first
Speaker 1: one as I likes the looks of to take me
Speaker 1: and try me. Some of em will be wanting a girl. Sure,
Speaker 1: Charlie continued to look so astonished that Betty explained, most
Speaker 1: everyone wants a girl to do chores and sweep and
Speaker 1: dust and make fires and such. I've seen lots of
Speaker 1: girls no better nor me, sweeping in the big houses
Speaker 1: with cloths on her heads. You know all them things,
Speaker 1: said Charley. And if I don't, can I be teached?
Speaker 1: Said Biddy, almost angrily. This question seemed to make everything
Speaker 1: quite sure. Now I'm going to begin, said Biddy. She
Speaker 1: darted away and ran back to the place where she
Speaker 1: and Charley had met. Charley slowly followed. He held his
Speaker 1: unsold papers under his arm and stopped by the jewelry window.
Speaker 1: Biddy had taken her stand on a corner just opposite
Speaker 1: A gentleman with a closed umbrella in his hand, which
Speaker 1: he used as a cane, was coming down the bowery
Speaker 1: toward them. He did not seem to notice either of
Speaker 1: the children. His head was down as if he was thinking.
Speaker 1: At the same instant, another man with his ulster coat
Speaker 1: flying back, came swiftly across the street, and, taking the
Speaker 1: first gentleman by the arm, said so loud that both
Speaker 1: children heard it. Bless me if it isn't Phil Kennedy,
Speaker 1: How ought is this the first day for an age
Speaker 1: when I'm not thinking of an hunting for you? Phil?
Speaker 1: I find you, but I'm very busy. You really must
Speaker 1: not keep me, said the one called Phil Kennedy. He
Speaker 1: smiled as he spoke. Biddy saw his smile. She did
Speaker 1: not wait an instant. She stepped up close in front
Speaker 1: of him. Did you, missus be want a girl? Both
Speaker 1: men looked down at her. The man in the ulster laughed,
Speaker 1: Get along, you little drab, said he in the same
Speaker 1: loud voice as before. Biddy did not move nor take
Speaker 1: his eyes from Phil Kennedy's face. The fingers of her
Speaker 1: hands were twisting together, as on the day when she
Speaker 1: had first begged missus brown for her doll. Biddy did
Speaker 1: not know she was doing anything with her hands. Be off,
Speaker 1: I say, said the man in the ulster. He spoke
Speaker 1: very sharply this time. It was like a blow from
Speaker 1: a cane. Can you read? Said Phil Kennedy to Biddy.
Speaker 1: He was feeling in his vest pocket as he asked
Speaker 1: the question and drew out a card. I knows him,
Speaker 1: as can, said Biddy. He gave her the card. Get
Speaker 1: some one to tell you what is on it, he said,
Speaker 1: And come to the place it says, let me see.
Speaker 1: Can you come tomorrow morning about this time? Biddy took
Speaker 1: the card. Will he be there, said Biddy, Yes, my
Speaker 1: little girl, I will. He smiled at her as he spoke.
Speaker 1: Biddy crossed her hands over the bag she carried and
Speaker 1: walked away without a word. I see you're just the same,
Speaker 1: said the man in the ulster. He looked vexed. Who'd
Speaker 1: believe you'd give that thankless little beggar your card while
Speaker 1: some of your best friends don't know where to find you.
Speaker 1: Thankfulness is better than politeness, said Phil Kennedy. She can
Speaker 1: be taught to be polite. If you'd had looked at her,
Speaker 1: you would have seen that she thanked me. The two
Speaker 1: men then walked away. Charlie had not looked round at
Speaker 1: Biddy and the gentleman once he had looked steadily into
Speaker 1: the window, which had on it in large letters jewelry
Speaker 1: and diamonds. His heart beat very fast. He hardly noticed
Speaker 1: the gems that flashed and sparkled in the trays and boxes.
Speaker 1: But when the men had passed on, he turned and
Speaker 1: looked up and down the street, and after a moment
Speaker 1: saw Biddy sitting on the lower steps of a wholesale store.
Speaker 1: He hurried up to her. Biddy had been crying a little,
Speaker 1: but her eyes were shining with hope. She held the
Speaker 1: card to Charlie. I asked him in there, said she,
Speaker 1: And they telled me as it's a place where a
Speaker 1: very nice gentleman have his home, and it's his name
Speaker 1: on it too. And they asked me, however did I
Speaker 1: get that gentleman's card? And oh, Charlie, do you think
Speaker 1: as his missus will be wanting me? And oh, do
Speaker 1: you think you can hook away my dolly from Crumpy?
Speaker 1: Biddy stopped for breath. Charlie looked up at the window
Speaker 1: of the store as if he were trying with all
Speaker 1: his might to see just how they were made. Then
Speaker 1: he looked back toward the bowery again. How queer you look,
Speaker 1: said Biddy. Then for the first time, Betty thought of
Speaker 1: what Charlie might be thinking. She rose quickly from the steps. Here,
Speaker 1: you take the card, said she. I'll maybe lose him
Speaker 1: or she'll be after getting it, and you should go
Speaker 1: with me in the morning. And if I get a home,
Speaker 1: i'll speak for you. Do you mind that, Charlie? They'll
Speaker 1: be after wanting for a boy as much as a girl,
Speaker 1: and I can give you a first rate recommend so
Speaker 1: I can. Biddy made him take the card and punched
Speaker 1: him once or twice to make sure of his attention.
Speaker 1: Did you look at him, Charlie, she asked, as they
Speaker 1: walked along. Did you mind the two kind eyes of him?
Speaker 1: The minute ever he looked at me, I weren't a
Speaker 1: bit of feared, and I felt as I could work
Speaker 1: my fingers to the bone for him. Biddy went the
Speaker 1: next day to the place written on the card mister
Speaker 1: Phil Kennedy had given her. She teased and coaxed Charlie
Speaker 1: a long time before she could get him to go
Speaker 1: with her, for he was very bashful, and hung back
Speaker 1: all the way while she stood at the foot of
Speaker 1: the steps, looking up to be sure about the number.
Speaker 1: Mister phil Kennedy himself came to the door and called
Speaker 1: her in. He looked just as kind and smiling asun
Speaker 1: the day before, and Biddy bobbed her curly head up
Speaker 1: and down to show him how glad she was. She
Speaker 1: was so eager that she did not think to say
Speaker 1: good morning, but she cried out in glad piping voice,
Speaker 1: here's Charlie, sir, and the best boy you could ever see.
Speaker 1: And if you wants a boy to take here the
Speaker 1: furnace and fetch the coal, and he can run of
Speaker 1: errands faster, ner me and he mended me, now, Charlie.
Speaker 1: While Biddy talked, she kept making little springs and jumps
Speaker 1: at Charlie, who kept edging away, so that Biddy was
Speaker 1: likely to get half way down the block, when all
Speaker 1: at once Charlie turned and showed his speed by running
Speaker 1: out of sight very quickly. Indeed, Biddy looked as if
Speaker 1: she was going to run after him, but mister phil Kennedy,
Speaker 1: who stood laughing in his doorway, called after her, and
Speaker 1: Biddy came back. He led her through the hall into
Speaker 1: a very pleasant room. There was an open fire, a
Speaker 1: bright rug in front of it, a mocking bird in
Speaker 1: a cage in the window, and a beautiful lady sitting
Speaker 1: in an arm chair with her feet on a cushion.
Speaker 1: The lady was pale, her hands were thin and white.
Speaker 1: There were crutches beside her chair, but she looked as
Speaker 1: if she were very happy, and when she smiled at Biddy,
Speaker 1: Biddy could not have told why. She felt as if
Speaker 1: her heart was filling her whole body. Let her sit
Speaker 1: here near me, phil said the lady. Then when Biddy
Speaker 1: was seated between them, they asked her a great many questions,
Speaker 1: and Biddy answered them all as well as she knew.
Speaker 1: How both spoke so kindly, sometimes the lady and sometimes
Speaker 1: the gentleman, and seemed to care so much to know
Speaker 1: all about her that Biddy took a new interest in
Speaker 1: her own story and told it very well. Like the
Speaker 1: stories of thousands of other friendless children, Biddy's story was
Speaker 1: very simple. She didn't know where she was born. She
Speaker 1: had never seen her parents. She didn't know if she
Speaker 1: had any brothers or sisters. She did know she had
Speaker 1: never seen any She had never been at school. She
Speaker 1: had never slept on a real bed, only when she
Speaker 1: was in the hospital. She had had a real good
Speaker 1: time in the hospital. A little girl had given her
Speaker 1: some flowers. She had a friend. His name was Charley,
Speaker 1: and if they wanted a boy to do things, he
Speaker 1: was a best boy. He had mended her doll. She
Speaker 1: wanted a home for her doll. Rumpy wouldn't let her
Speaker 1: have her doll. That was why she wanted a home,
Speaker 1: and if they would let her bring her doll, she
Speaker 1: would do all she could and try hard to please them.
Speaker 1: When Biddy came to the end of her story, mister
Speaker 1: phil Kennedy said, this lady is my sister. She is
Speaker 1: the only near friend I have in the world. Biddy,
Speaker 1: if you come to live with us, she will take
Speaker 1: good care of you, and you must take good care
Speaker 1: of her. She is lame and can only walk a
Speaker 1: very little. You must watch and learn to save her trouble.
Speaker 1: She will teach you the things she wants to have
Speaker 1: you do, but you must not make her tell you
Speaker 1: the same things over and over again. Biddy sat very still,
Speaker 1: and when mister Kennedy paused, she waited for him to
Speaker 1: speak more. He seemed to think for a few minutes,
Speaker 1: very deeply. Then he said said, after you've learned what
Speaker 1: you are to do, Biddy, I shall want you to
Speaker 1: help me find some other little girl who has no
Speaker 1: friends and needs a home, just as you do, and
Speaker 1: I can perhaps find a home for her too. I
Speaker 1: have heard all you have said about Charley. There are
Speaker 1: reasons why I cannot help him just at this time,
Speaker 1: but I promise you that I will remember about him
Speaker 1: and we'll see what I can do for him as
Speaker 1: soon as I can. Now, Biddy and mister Kennedy smiled
Speaker 1: at the very merry. Look what wages do you think
Speaker 1: we ought to pay you? Biddy did not seem to
Speaker 1: even hear this question. She was so much interested in
Speaker 1: the other things mister Kennedy had said, and the moment
Speaker 1: he stopped speaking, she asked if she might really have
Speaker 1: her doll, and when they had satisfied her on this point,
Speaker 1: she told them Charley would bring it. Then she seemed
Speaker 1: to suddenly feel how great a change had come in
Speaker 1: her life. She jumped down from her chair, looked round
Speaker 1: the room, her breath coming quick, then at her new friends.
Speaker 1: Oh it's all, Oh it'll be and if you'll let
Speaker 1: me begin, she cried, I'll try to be so good,
Speaker 1: so I will to be continued and of section two.
Speaker 1: Recording by Keith Sallis Section three of Harper's Young People,
Speaker 1: Volume one, issue eighteen March second, eighteen eighty. This is
Speaker 1: a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.
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Speaker 1: Helping himself to Cake by m. E. Fast asleep fell
Speaker 1: Madeleine fairy book held in one hand, in the other
Speaker 1: slice of cake, slept and drifted to the land where
Speaker 1: the spirits of the dreams many wonderers visions keep visions
Speaker 1: that are only seen when the eyes are closed in sleep.
Speaker 1: Dreamed the little Madeline that she was a prince's fair,
Speaker 1: beautiful as that proud maid famous for her golden hair,
Speaker 1: and at splendid feasts she sat, and a prince sat
Speaker 1: by her side. Handsome is the prince who won sleeping
Speaker 1: beauty for his bride. Dreamed a cake, a wedding cake.
Speaker 1: She dispensed to courtly throng, cutting it with knife of gold,
Speaker 1: while bluebirds sang a song. Largest peace received the prince
Speaker 1: and he whispered, this is bliss, as he kissed her
Speaker 1: hand and gave ring of diamond with the kiss. But
Speaker 1: ere long the dream grew dim, feasts and courtiers vanished.
Speaker 1: Quite diamond ring and lover too softly faded from her sight,
Speaker 1: and the only prince she saw she was once more
Speaker 1: wide awake, was a little prince of mice, nibbling at
Speaker 1: her slice of cake. Via Brindisi by Harlan H. Ballard.
Speaker 1: We left India in a bag of leather, dark and
Speaker 1: narrow it was. But greater messengers than postal cards have
Speaker 1: to wait awhile in darkness, before the time comes for
Speaker 1: them to tell their message. Flowers have to so to butterflies.
Speaker 1: Do not think from this that I was lonely. Oh no,
Speaker 1: I rode next to a grand letter in white, and
Speaker 1: not far from a portly circular and buff. However, he
Speaker 1: was not of my clasp. I shunned him. The letter,
Speaker 1: on the contrary, charmed me. He seemed so self contained,
Speaker 1: so wrapped up in his own thoughts. Besides, he bore
Speaker 1: a crust and monogram and a superscription to be proud of.
Speaker 1: He was quite reserved. But before we passed aiden, his
Speaker 1: angularity had so far worn off that I learned that
Speaker 1: he was commissioned to bear a message to a dainty
Speaker 1: young lady in the southwest of England. Letters are not
Speaker 1: nearly so frank about such matters, as I have been
Speaker 1: taught to consider proper. Still, it must have been something
Speaker 1: very delightful, for one could tell from his crest and
Speaker 1: monogram that the letter had been sent by a person
Speaker 1: of gentle blood, And in fact he told me that
Speaker 1: his master was a handsome young man in a military coat. Moreover,
Speaker 1: he said that this young man had given him a
Speaker 1: very warm pressure of a hand at parting, which had
Speaker 1: left a deep impression on him, and had even touched
Speaker 1: him lightly to his lips. Possibly you have never reflected
Speaker 1: upon the fact that postal cards and letters have any feelings.
Speaker 1: But wait, perhaps one of our race is waiting at
Speaker 1: this very moment to undeceive you. After the right one
Speaker 1: comes along and tells you his message, you will know
Speaker 1: thenceforward that we are quite alive and have great power
Speaker 1: over the affections. Post office clerks have no sentiment all
Speaker 1: along the way. They handled us as rudely as if
Speaker 1: we had been mere blank pieces of pasteboard. One or
Speaker 1: two of them coolly stared at me until I was
Speaker 1: very red in the face, and then turn me over
Speaker 1: and started again, until I felt as if I were
Speaker 1: getting red in my back. I am told that such
Speaker 1: rudeness is not uncommon. As if that were not enough,
Speaker 1: the fellow then laid me upon my back, and, picking
Speaker 1: up a heavy instrument, struck me a violent blow in
Speaker 1: the face. It was as if I had been stamped upon,
Speaker 1: and I carry the marks of it to this day.
Speaker 1: Why he did it, I do not know, unless it
Speaker 1: was because I was a foreigner. The gentleman for whom
Speaker 1: I was traveling was a student, and I was carrying
Speaker 1: a glad message to an old chum of his in Massachusetts.
Speaker 1: I lived with this student some weeks before he sent
Speaker 1: me on my errand as I lay in a pigeon
Speaker 1: hole on his desk, I often saw him get out
Speaker 1: his books and study. He sometimes read them aloud. He
Speaker 1: liked Horace best of all. He would light a cigar,
Speaker 1: put his feet on the desk, and read the satires
Speaker 1: as if he were very happy. Indeed, I soon became
Speaker 1: fond of Horace too. I liked to listen to his
Speaker 1: queer stories of life in Rome, of his love of
Speaker 1: country life, and of his dear friends Virgil and Messinas.
Speaker 1: My favorite story was the trip on a canal boat.
Speaker 1: I used to picture myself the jolly poet, sitting by
Speaker 1: the prow of the quaint boat, watching the twinkling lights alongshore,
Speaker 1: and listening to the loud songs and rude jests of
Speaker 1: the bargemen. So when I learned that I was to
Speaker 1: be sent on a long journey, you may believe it
Speaker 1: was no small comfort to me to learn that I
Speaker 1: was to go via Brindisi. I was to visit the
Speaker 1: very town to which the poet had traveled so long ago.
Speaker 1: Perhaps between here and Rome I might even catch a
Speaker 1: glimpse of the old canal. Fortunately, there was a little
Speaker 1: crack in the side of the bag where I lay,
Speaker 1: and I managed to get a peep of the town.
Speaker 1: I could not see anything, which satisfied me much. Brindisi
Speaker 1: is not want Brundusium was when Virgil died there, when
Speaker 1: Caesar marched against it with golden eagles, when Antony threatened
Speaker 1: there the man who afterward became Augustus. It was a
Speaker 1: great city. It had an excellent harbor, strong fortifications, and
Speaker 1: sixty thousand inhabitants. Now it is nothing I cannot tell
Speaker 1: you of all the interesting places I have passed on
Speaker 1: my way. In fact, I hardly know myself where I
Speaker 1: did go, for I slept most of the time and
Speaker 1: went awake. My bruised head ached so badly I did
Speaker 1: not care to be curious. In fact, until I reached Brindici,
Speaker 1: I had only once attempted to peep out. I did
Speaker 1: wish to view the Suez Canal, but for that I
Speaker 1: should have been obliged to go around the Cape of
Speaker 1: Storms to be sure. In that case I might have
Speaker 1: caught a glimpse of the table mountain and its vaporous tablecloth,
Speaker 1: and have seen the rocky aisle where Napoleon was caged.
Speaker 1: But that would have been small compensation for the tedious voyage.
Speaker 1: So I regarded the Suez Canal as in some sort
Speaker 1: of a friend, and I tried to see it. But
Speaker 1: the vulgar yellow circular, I told you of, edged himself
Speaker 1: directly in front of me and hid the view completely.
Speaker 1: I had no more remarkable adventures until we reached the
Speaker 1: post office in London. I did not suffer at all
Speaker 1: on the channel, though my courtly friend. The letter and
Speaker 1: his pages were all quite distressed. He was unkind enough
Speaker 1: to say that my escape was probably due to the
Speaker 1: fact that I had nothing inside. I excused his courtesy
Speaker 1: under the circumstances, and was heartily sorry to part from him.
Speaker 1: At London. Here I was taken out and given a
Speaker 1: breath of fresh air. But here also I suffered another
Speaker 1: clerk seized me and struck me a violent blow on
Speaker 1: the breast. He certainly left a red mark upon me.
Speaker 1: I think that I shall not recover from my ill treatment.
Speaker 1: I have lived long enough to reach the one to
Speaker 1: whom I was sent, and to give him glad congratulations
Speaker 1: on his But there I almost old my secret. It
Speaker 1: is my greatest fault. My life is nearly over. I
Speaker 1: meant to tell you of Bombay, its race course, its
Speaker 1: fine harbor which gives it its name, its wealthy parsees
Speaker 1: and good Sir jam setche jejieboy. But I am too
Speaker 1: much worn out. I have had my face photographed for you.
Speaker 1: You can see my scars. You must not turn me
Speaker 1: over and read my glad message. That would not be fair.
Speaker 1: I too have a superscription. I have been of use.
Speaker 1: I have been told that after my death I may
Speaker 1: live again, that I may perhaps live in white and
Speaker 1: become a grand letter. I may even get a monogram
Speaker 1: and a crest. It is not impossible. Other messengers of
Speaker 1: glad tidings die and live again, flowers do, and butterflies
Speaker 1: end of section three. Recording by Keith Sallis.
Speaker 2: Section four of Harper's Young People, Volume one, issue eighteen
Speaker 2: March second, eighteen eighty. This is a LibriVox recording. All
Speaker 2: LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information
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Speaker 2: Wayne Cook, Harper's Young People, Volume one issue, eighteen March second,
Speaker 2: eighteen eighty Pop's Idea of Fun by Missus Frank McCarthy.
Speaker 2: Only this morning Pop punched me in the ribs and
Speaker 2: winked and whispered behind his head any more spreeze on hand, Bob.
Speaker 2: I was disgusted and didn't say anything. If hit bit
Speaker 2: of boy my size just then things would have been different.
Speaker 2: But Pop is a kind of man. It isn't pleasant
Speaker 2: to offend. I smiled in a sickly way, but I
Speaker 2: was never more disgusted in my life any more. Spreeze.
Speaker 2: I should think not. I'll leave it to any one
Speaker 2: of his kind of spreeze. Pay count me in for
Speaker 2: the next racket, Bob, he said at the breakfast table,
Speaker 2: and then winked again. I declare I was that sick.
Speaker 2: I let my buckweak cake get cold. Here's the way
Speaker 2: it was. We live in a knobby kind of place.
Speaker 2: You see. Almost everybody owns his own house and grounds
Speaker 2: and spends all his spare time in fixing up. Most
Speaker 2: of the gentlemen go over to New York to business
Speaker 2: every day, but before they go and after they come back,
Speaker 2: they're always fussing around, making little alterations at what they
Speaker 2: call improvements. It makes him awful if the place is
Speaker 2: out of order the seventieth part of an inch. The
Speaker 2: ladies raise flowers, fixed baskets and roses and all that
Speaker 2: kind of gim cracks, and the men go pottering about,
Speaker 2: making more fuss over their plots of ground than a
Speaker 2: big farmer out west does over his thousands of acres. Well,
Speaker 2: we boys get together sometimes and arrange everything to suit
Speaker 2: ourselves in a single night. It'll be like a transformation,
Speaker 2: saying at a pantomime. Maybe not so pretty, but every
Speaker 2: bit as funny fun we'd laughed, ready to split our sides,
Speaker 2: to see the poor old barber come limping up for
Speaker 2: his pole in front of the doctor's and the doctor
Speaker 2: go blustering down there for his hitching post. A lot
Speaker 2: of paving stones against the door of the real estate office,
Speaker 2: and the cows and chickens running loose about town. But
Speaker 2: this particular lark was what we called a specialty. Only
Speaker 2: gates were to be touched, and these were to undergo
Speaker 2: a regular tribulation. The weather was about right muggy, and
Speaker 2: the mud in some places knee deep. We arranged all
Speaker 2: the preliminaries at recess, and Tom Jones was to go
Speaker 2: around about nine o'clock and let us know if the
Speaker 2: coast was clear, But he wasn't to give a regular call.
Speaker 2: All the place knows that it goes something in this way.
Speaker 2: Kiwahwa yohoh, with a prolonged howl at the end. We
Speaker 2: always drop it when anything secrets on hand. It was
Speaker 2: agreed upon that Tom Jones should go to each house
Speaker 2: if all was right, and have a coughing and sneezing
Speaker 2: spell that wouldn't arouse suspicion. Then we were to creep
Speaker 2: out when the folks were gone to bed and go
Speaker 2: to work, And it happened to be work that time.
Speaker 2: You'd better believe. We were all sitting round the table
Speaker 2: when the clock struck nine. Pop had his spectacles on,
Speaker 2: was reading an editorial to Ma. The girls were busy
Speaker 2: with their lessons, and I had finished my last example,
Speaker 2: when all at once we heard a terrible coughing and
Speaker 2: sneezing out in the street. That was the worst of
Speaker 2: Tom Jones. He always overdid his part. If it had pneumonia,
Speaker 2: whooping cough, asthma and bronchitis, and been hired to go
Speaker 2: round with a cough medicine to kire him, he couldn't
Speaker 2: have turned himself further inside out. Of course, Pop began
Speaker 2: to notice it, and Ma looked up in alarm. Why,
Speaker 2: said Ma, That boy's got a terrible cold. Fearful, said
Speaker 2: Pop with a queer twist of his under lip. And
Speaker 2: when Tom Jones, like a big donkey, went across the
Speaker 2: street to Jim Clancy's house and began the whole thing
Speaker 2: over again, Pop wanted to know why that boy's cold
Speaker 2: was like the paper he held in his hand. We
Speaker 2: all gave it up, and Pop said, because it was periodical.
Speaker 2: Ma and the girls looked mystified, but I was afraid
Speaker 2: then he'd tumbled to something and couldn't help getting red.
Speaker 2: To save my life. That's the worst of my plagued skin.
Speaker 2: It's so thin the blood shows right through it. There
Speaker 2: were no more of the boy's houses on our avenue,
Speaker 2: and pretty soon we all went to bed. I slept
Speaker 2: in the little room on the second floor off the hall.
Speaker 2: It was an easy thing to climb out the window
Speaker 2: when down by the Virginia creeper to the front garden.
Speaker 2: I went around to our place of meeting, and there
Speaker 2: they all were. The wind had sprung up pretty brisk,
Speaker 2: and there was a thin coating of ice over the mud.
Speaker 2: But that was all the better for the gates we
Speaker 2: wanted to bury. We owed a grudge to old Jake Vancouter,
Speaker 2: and we made up our minds he'd have a nice
Speaker 2: time getting his gate back. The miserable old kaboodle was
Speaker 2: rusty and nearly tore our nails off, but we got
Speaker 2: it loose at last and hauled it off to a
Speaker 2: marshy lot, where we sunk it in the mud. Then
Speaker 2: we changed the doctor's gate to the judges, and to
Speaker 2: avert suspicion, we took our own gates off with the rest.
Speaker 2: We were getting pretty well tired out and ready for home,
Speaker 2: and had laid my gate up against a neighboring fence
Speaker 2: when who should be standing right there in the shadow
Speaker 2: of the wall but Pop. We were all so thunderstruck
Speaker 2: that we didn't move, and to my surprise, Papa began
Speaker 2: to laugh and beckoned to the boys to come closer.
Speaker 2: They were not to be caught by that bait and
Speaker 2: sit off pretty considerably when Pop whispered over to us
Speaker 2: in quite a jolly tone of voice, don't be afraid, boys,
Speaker 2: I'd like to see you enjoy yourselves. I was a
Speaker 2: boy once myself, bless your hearts. I like fun yet
Speaker 2: as well as anybody. Then he laughed, ready to split,
Speaker 2: bent himself double, and we all began to feel easy
Speaker 2: and laughed too. Tom Jones said he wished his father
Speaker 2: was like mine, and Pop began to encourage us to
Speaker 2: do more. We were so spurred on by him that
Speaker 2: we hardly left a gate in the place where it belonged.
Speaker 2: Pop going along with us, acting as a kind of scout,
Speaker 2: he said, and seeing that nobody was near to disturb us.
Speaker 2: Once or twice, he gave a signal of alarm, and
Speaker 2: we all crouched down as still as mice. Pop stiller
Speaker 2: than any of us. I never was so dumbfounded in
Speaker 2: my life, for I had never seen Pop very jolly
Speaker 2: in that way before. The boys were delighted with him,
Speaker 2: and they all agreed to make him president of our club,
Speaker 2: and Pop said he had take the position when he
Speaker 2: got back from the legislature. Well, we'd come to the
Speaker 2: conclusion the place was completely done, and Jim Clancy proposed
Speaker 2: we should go home. Jim had torn his hands rather
Speaker 2: badly with Uncle Jake's skate and didn't feel very good.
Speaker 2: When suddenly Pop said, yes, boys, of course we'll go
Speaker 2: home pretty soon when we're through, you know, but we
Speaker 2: must put all the gates back in their places again. First.
Speaker 2: We all looked at each other a gas or minute
Speaker 2: back again, cried the fellows. Well, I guess not not
Speaker 2: much hardly, and all sorts of derisive refusals went around.
Speaker 2: Pop stood among us, whirling his cane, smiling all the time,
Speaker 2: and said, oh, yes you will, boys, when you think
Speaker 2: of it a minute, you've had your fun, you know.
Speaker 2: But it won't do to go too far. I'm justice
Speaker 2: of the piece, you see, And this innocent little racket
Speaker 2: comes under the head of malicious mischief. You could all
Speaker 2: be sent to jail, and no matter how badly I'd feel,
Speaker 2: I'd have to act under the law. There's where it is.
Speaker 2: You see. People are so hard on boys. They won't
Speaker 2: let them enjoy themselves. It's too bad. But never mind,
Speaker 2: we've had our fun anyway. Now let's get to work
Speaker 2: in earnest here. We'll begin with this gate. Lift it
Speaker 2: up there, Jim, hold it on the other side, Bobby,
Speaker 2: my boy. Now we have it all together, and as
Speaker 2: true as you live. We actually found ourselves walking along
Speaker 2: with the gate between us. From that gate we went
Speaker 2: to another and another. I don't know how it was,
Speaker 2: but we just plodded along and did what Pop said.
Speaker 2: He was laughing and joking and flourishing his cane. But
Speaker 2: oh how tired we were, how our hands and our
Speaker 2: feet and our hearts ached, And how sickening it all was.
Speaker 2: The most sickening of anything was to hear Pop laugh
Speaker 2: and carry on all the time as if this was
Speaker 2: the cream of the joke. I tell you, We were
Speaker 2: all mad enough, and when we got to Old Jake
Speaker 2: Vancouter's we just rebelled. We all hated Jake anyhow, and
Speaker 2: Tom Jones he stood right out in the road and
Speaker 2: said Jake was a mean old curmudgeon. And then Pop
Speaker 2: got hold of Tom before we knew it, and down
Speaker 2: came his cane with a whack. Now, boys said Pop,
Speaker 2: fun's fun, and I'm as fond of it as anybody,
Speaker 2: but I don't see any use of spoiling a good
Speaker 2: time in this kind of way. Jake couldn't put that
Speaker 2: gate back to save his life. And it goes to
Speaker 2: my heart to hear hard words against the poor old man.
Speaker 2: He's been double with rheumatism. He's old and he's poor,
Speaker 2: and he's no subject for your fun. Take a fellow
Speaker 2: like me if you want fun, I don't mind it.
Speaker 2: Do what you like to me, but spare poor old Jake. Well,
Speaker 2: we just looked at one another in mute disgust, but
Speaker 2: we didn't care to dispute any further With Pop. We
Speaker 2: plunked along that nasty, old, freezing road and we yanked
Speaker 2: Uncle Jake's gate out of the mud and carried it
Speaker 2: half a mile our nails hanging off, and tears of
Speaker 2: rage and mortification rolling down our cheeks, with Pop laughing
Speaker 2: like a good one, all the while declaring that he
Speaker 2: didn't see how anybody could be so hard on boys.
Speaker 2: They would have their fun, and for his part, he
Speaker 2: thought it did them good, and it took him back
Speaker 2: to his youth again. He hadn't had such a spree
Speaker 2: for many a year. We groaned and looked at each other,
Speaker 2: and each of us dropped off silently and gloomily at
Speaker 2: our separate doors. A whole month has gone by without
Speaker 2: a proposition for fun of any kind. And I'll leave
Speaker 2: it to anybody if it ain't enough to discuss a
Speaker 2: fellow to have Pop winking at me behind his hand
Speaker 2: and telling me to count him in for the next racket.
Speaker 2: End of section.
Speaker 3: Four, Section five of Harper's Young People, Volume one, issue
Speaker 3: eighteen March second, eighteen eighty. This is a LibriVox recording.
Speaker 3: All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
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Speaker 3: by Lynda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. Harper's Young People, Volume one,
Speaker 3: issue eighteen March second eighteen eighty. Almost time, almost time
Speaker 3: for the pretty white daisies, out of their sleep, to
Speaker 3: awaken at last, and over the meadows with grasses and
Speaker 3: clover to bud and to blossom and grow so fast.
Speaker 3: Almost time for the buttercups, yellow, the ferns, and the flowers,
Speaker 3: the roses and all to waken from slumber and merrily
Speaker 3: hasten to gladden our hearts at the spring's first call.
Speaker 3: Almost time for the skies to grow bluer, and breezes
Speaker 3: to soften, and days to grow long, for eyes to
Speaker 3: grow brighter, and hearts to grow gladder, and earth to
Speaker 3: rejoice in her jubilant song. Almost time for the sweetest
Speaker 3: of seasons. Nearer it comes with each new born day,
Speaker 3: and soon the smile of the beautiful springtime winter's cold
Speaker 3: shadows will chase away remarkable animals. Australia and Tasmania possess
Speaker 3: many specimens of strange animal life, even in the latter
Speaker 3: or Van Daemon's Land, or found special species which exist
Speaker 3: only on that small bit of the earth's surface. Tasmania,
Speaker 3: which is separated from the southern extremity of Australia by
Speaker 3: a strait about one hundred and forty miles in width,
Speaker 3: was first discovered in sixteen thirty three by Abel Tasman,
Speaker 3: a famous Dutch navigator, who supposed it to be a
Speaker 3: portion of Australia, then known as New Holland. The celebrated
Speaker 3: Captain Cook visited it one hundred and fifty years later,
Speaker 3: but it was not until about eighteen hundred when Captain Flinders,
Speaker 3: exploring the southern coast of US Australia, discovered the strait
Speaker 3: that Tasmania was known to be an island. As mister Bass,
Speaker 3: surgeon of the British ship which had cruised in those waters,
Speaker 3: had already affirmed that such a strait existed, Captain Flinders
Speaker 3: named it Bass Strait in his honor. At the beginning
Speaker 3: of this century, a few tribes of natives were the
Speaker 3: sole human inhabitants of Tasmania, but about eighteen o three
Speaker 3: a party of English military with a gang of convicts
Speaker 3: under their charge, came from New South Wales and formed
Speaker 3: a settlement which is now a flourishing English town called
Speaker 3: Hobart Town. Sheep raising is now the principal industry of
Speaker 3: this island, and large exports of wool are made yearly.
Speaker 3: The scenery of Tasmania is very picturesque. Grand basaltic headlands
Speaker 3: tower along the coast, while inland are lofty mountains, broad lakes,
Speaker 3: untrodden jungles and wild spreading plains covered with rich and
Speaker 3: luxuriant vegetation. Australia and Tasmania are the residents of the
Speaker 3: curious family of animals with pouches called Marsupialia from Marsupium
Speaker 3: signifying a purse or bag. One variety of this species,
Speaker 3: the apossum, is found in the United States, and a
Speaker 3: few live in South America and Mexico, but in the
Speaker 3: Australian regions are more than seventy different kinds of these
Speaker 3: singular creatures. The leader of them all is the great kangaroo,
Speaker 3: which stands about five feet high when resting upon its
Speaker 3: hind feet and haunches. When running. Its springs from the
Speaker 3: ground in an erect position, holding its short fore arms
Speaker 3: tight to its chest like a professional runner, and it
Speaker 3: will go as far as sixteen feet at one jump.
Speaker 3: From twenty to thirty species of kangaroo are found in
Speaker 3: Australia and the surrounding islands. A member of the Marsupeia family,
Speaker 3: which does not exist. Out of the small islands of
Speaker 3: Tasmania is the zebra wolf, the most savage and destructive
Speaker 3: of all marsupials. This ferocious beast is about the size
Speaker 3: of the largest kind of sheep dog. Its short fur
Speaker 3: is of a yellowish brown color, and its back and
Speaker 3: sides are handsomely marked with black stripes. It is a
Speaker 3: fleet runner, propelling itself with its hind legs, which are
Speaker 3: jointed like those of kangaroo. Although it goes on all fours,
Speaker 3: its gait is a succession of quick springs. A peculiarity
Speaker 3: of nearly all the animals of Tasmania. The zebra wolf
Speaker 3: is very troublesome to the sheep raising farmers, and constant
Speaker 3: watch is required to prevent its depredations on the flocks
Speaker 3: and herds. It inhabits caverns and rocks in the deep
Speaker 3: and almost impenetrable glens in the neighborhood of the High
Speaker 3: Mountain Ranges, from whence it sallies forth at night to
Speaker 3: scour the great grassy plains in search of food. It
Speaker 3: preys on the bush kangaroo, the great emu, and any
Speaker 3: small birds or beasts it can capture. Another strange beast
Speaker 3: is a porcupine and eater or Tasmanian. It is much
Speaker 3: larger than the English hedgehog and cannot roll itself into
Speaker 3: a ball. Its back is covered with very stout spines
Speaker 3: protruding from a coat a thick gray fur, and in
Speaker 3: place of a mouth, it has a round bill about
Speaker 3: two inches long. One of these strange creatures was once
Speaker 3: presented to an English lady living at Hobart Town. For safety,
Speaker 3: she placed it at the bottom of a deep wooden
Speaker 3: churn until better lodgings could be provided. Shortly after, on
Speaker 3: going to look at her captive, she found it clinging
Speaker 3: by its long caause to the top of the churn,
Speaker 3: with its funny little head peeping over. The bill gave
Speaker 3: an indiscribably droll expression to its queer, pursed up face,
Speaker 3: while its bright eyes peered restlessly about from their furry nooks.
Speaker 3: There was something so pitiful, pleading, and helpless in the
Speaker 3: expression of the little creature that the lady, fearing she
Speaker 3: could not make it happy in captivity, at once set
Speaker 3: it free in her garden. It immediately began to burrow,
Speaker 3: casting up a circular ridge of earth beneath which in
Speaker 3: a moment it vanished and never was seen again. The
Speaker 3: duck bill is a near kinsman of the porcupine and eater.
Speaker 3: It is a mole like quadruped with a very large
Speaker 3: bill like a duck's. It spends most of its time
Speaker 3: in the water, but lives in a burrow on the shore.
Speaker 3: Its feet are very curious, as they can be changed
Speaker 3: at the pleasure of their owner. When in the water,
Speaker 3: they are webbed like a duck's, but if the creature
Speaker 3: comes on shore, the web shrinks and leaves long, sharp
Speaker 3: claws ready for burrowing. There is also a small, clumsy,
Speaker 3: inoffensive animal called the wombat, which is never found outside
Speaker 3: of these Australian regions. Its head resembles that of a badger.
Speaker 3: It has very small eyes, sharp legs, and its fat
Speaker 3: squab body is covered with coarse gray hair. It lives
Speaker 3: in rocky places and mountain gullies and feeds on the
Speaker 3: roots of plants. It is easily tamed and makes a
Speaker 3: very affectionate pet. Some English children living in Tasmania once
Speaker 3: had a pet wombat. It became so mischievous, however, that
Speaker 3: they determined to carry it back to its native forest.
Speaker 3: But the wombat, having tasted the comforts of civilized life,
Speaker 3: had no desire to dig for its living. Again. Three
Speaker 3: times it was carried away, the last time to a
Speaker 3: wood beyond a deep river. But every time when night came,
Speaker 3: a well known scratching was heard at the door, and
Speaker 3: the one bat presented itself, drenched and weary, but determined
Speaker 3: not to suffer banishment from its comfortable home. Its master,
Speaker 3: touched by so much attachment, at length allowed it to remain,
Speaker 3: and it passed the rest of its days in peace.
Speaker 3: The kangaroo rat and kangaroo mouse, the apossum mouse, the
Speaker 3: flying apossum, and some other odd little creatures inhabit Tasmania.
Speaker 3: They are all marsupials, having a pouch for the little
Speaker 3: ones and jumping on their hind feet like a kangaroo.
Speaker 3: An enormous bird is found in the Australian countries called
Speaker 3: the emu. In its habits and general appearance, it resembles
Speaker 3: the ostrich, although it does not possess the exquisite plumage
Speaker 3: of that bird. The long, drooping feathers of the emu
Speaker 3: are brownish black in color and covered with hairy fibers.
Speaker 3: A full grown bird is five or six feet in height.
Speaker 3: It never flies, but like the ostrich, is a very
Speaker 3: swift runner, and as it is very shy, is difficult
Speaker 3: to capture. Its nest is a whole scrape in the
Speaker 3: ground where it lays six or seven dark green eggs.
Speaker 3: EMUs are much hunted by the bushmen, as a fine,
Speaker 3: clear oil is prepared from the skin, which is highly
Speaker 3: prized for its medicinal qualities. Many varieties of remarkable and
Speaker 3: beautiful birds are found in Australia and Tasmania. The lear bird,
Speaker 3: with its wonderful tail feathers the odd owl like more poke,
Speaker 3: which screams its own name through the four solitudes all
Speaker 3: night long, glistening bronze winged pigeons, strange and gorgeous parrots,
Speaker 3: and others to describe which would fill a large volume.
Speaker 3: In this locality are nearly a hundred species of birds
Speaker 3: and beasts not found in any other portion of the world,
Speaker 3: and they are all, with scarcely a single exception, the
Speaker 3: honest and strangest of existing creatures. In of section five
Speaker 3: recording by Linda Marie Nielsen the Vancouver BC, Section six
Speaker 3: of Harper's Young People, Volume one, issue eighteen March second
Speaker 3: eighteen eighty. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings
Speaker 3: are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer,
Speaker 3: please visit LibriVox dot org. Recording by Lynda Mae Nielsen, Vancouver, BC.
Speaker 3: Harper's Young People, Volume one, issue eighteen March second, eighteen
Speaker 3: eighty Ned's Snow House a true story. Little Ned Bancroft
Speaker 3: stood by the window, and as he looked at the
Speaker 3: fast falling snow and the sidewalks deeply covered, he thought,
Speaker 3: what a fine time I shall have this afternoon shoveling snow,
Speaker 3: for it is Friday, and I shall have no lesson
Speaker 3: to learn. His mamma then called to him, Come, Ned,
Speaker 3: it is nearly nine o'clock. You must start for school.
Speaker 3: So off he trudged, delight with the idea of battling
Speaker 3: the storm, his feet well protected with high rubber boots,
Speaker 3: and his hands covered with warm mittens made by his
Speaker 3: loving Grandmamma. Ned was an only child, the pride of
Speaker 3: his Papa and Mamma, and the great pet of auntie's
Speaker 3: and uncles. As for Grandmamma, she never tired of kissing
Speaker 3: his sweet, round little face. Not long after he had
Speaker 3: gone to school, it stopped snowing, and men with large
Speaker 3: shovels were seen in the streets, pulling the door bells
Speaker 3: and asking want your snow shoveled. Missus Bancroft engaged one
Speaker 3: of these men and ordered him, before cleaning the sidewalk,
Speaker 3: to clear up the back yard by shoveling the snow
Speaker 3: into a pile in one corner. As Jane wanted to
Speaker 3: hang out the clothes. When Ned came home to lunch,
Speaker 3: he saw with the light the great mound of snow
Speaker 3: the man had made, and he resolved to make a
Speaker 3: house in it. When school was over. His aunt Lou,
Speaker 3: who lived in New York, came in on her way
Speaker 3: to Grandmamma's while Ned and as Mamma were eating their lunch,
Speaker 3: and Ned heard Auntie ask his mother to go with her,
Speaker 3: and Mamma consented, and he heard her say, I will
Speaker 3: not get home before six o'clock. How well he remembered
Speaker 3: this remark some hours afterward, we shall see, But at
Speaker 3: the moment he paid little heed to it, as his
Speaker 3: mind was full of the afternoon's sport. He kissed them
Speaker 3: good bye as he left the table, and was soon
Speaker 3: back at school, which was only a few blocks off.
Speaker 3: Ned was only ten years old, but his mother had
Speaker 3: taught him to be careful with his books and toys
Speaker 3: and put them in their proper places when he had
Speaker 3: done with them. When school was out, he ran home,
Speaker 3: put his spelling book on the shelf in his little room,
Speaker 3: took out his shovel from the box where he kept
Speaker 3: his playthings, and went into the yard. He began to
Speaker 3: work immediately, digging out a hole in the bottom of
Speaker 3: the pile of snow which was to be his house.
Speaker 3: His shovel was small, and it took a long while
Speaker 3: to make a place large enough to creep into, but
Speaker 3: he enjoyed the sport, tossing each shovelful of snow as
Speaker 3: high as he could and across the yard. For a
Speaker 3: short time, he had a companion, Eva Roslind, a little
Speaker 3: girl who lived next door, who peeped through a crack
Speaker 3: in the fence and could just see him at work.
Speaker 3: Didn't I throw that shovelful high, Eva, he called out. Oh,
Speaker 3: I can hardly see you, said Eva. I wish you
Speaker 3: would cut this hole larger. Ned. I will some day,
Speaker 3: replied Ned, But run and ask your mother to let
Speaker 3: you come in here and help me dig out my house. Well,
Speaker 3: said Eva, and went indoors and upstairs to her mamma,
Speaker 3: whom she found in the parlor talking with a lady
Speaker 3: who had brought her little girl to play with Eva.
Speaker 3: Eva and her friend were soon busy with their dolls
Speaker 3: and baby house, and poor Ned was entirely forgotten. He
Speaker 3: had by this time made his house just large enough
Speaker 3: to allow him to get inside. He said to himself,
Speaker 3: I will try it myself before Eva comes, and, bending
Speaker 3: his head quite low, crept into the hole. The stooping
Speaker 3: position was very uncomfortable, and he thought I must make
Speaker 3: my house higher inside, and moved slightly backward, intending to
Speaker 3: get out. Suddenly he found himself unable to stir and
Speaker 3: entirely surrounded with darkness. His house had caved in, and
Speaker 3: the boy was deeply buried in the snow. The brave
Speaker 3: little fellow, although terribly frightened, began at once to consider
Speaker 3: what was best for him to do. He thought there
Speaker 3: were three ways in which he might get released from
Speaker 3: his imprisonment. He had seen the clothes hanging on the lines.
Speaker 3: Jane would come out to take them down, and when
Speaker 3: she did, he would call to her for help. If
Speaker 3: she didn't hear him, then, oh how well he remembered
Speaker 3: the hour Mamma would be home at six o'clock. He
Speaker 3: knew she always closed her blinds before lighting the gas.
Speaker 3: He would call to her as loud as he could,
Speaker 3: and she might hear him. But he began to wonder
Speaker 3: a little how long should he have to wait if
Speaker 3: neither Jane nor Mamma heard him. He must then wait
Speaker 3: for Papa, who would surely not sit down to dinner
Speaker 3: without searching for his little son. He thought of Eva,
Speaker 3: but he didn't expect any assistance from her, because he
Speaker 3: knew when she came to the door and didn't see
Speaker 3: him in the yard, she would return home. Then he
Speaker 3: happened to remember what his teacher had told the class
Speaker 3: in school that very day, that anyone would soon smother
Speaker 3: to death unless he could have fresh air to breathe.
Speaker 3: And he thought, I shall soon use all the air
Speaker 3: in here if I could only make a little hole
Speaker 3: to let in some fresh air from outside. He felt
Speaker 3: very tightly packed in his chin, resting on his knees,
Speaker 3: and his back almost bent double. He tried so hard
Speaker 3: to change his position, but could at first only move
Speaker 3: backward and forward the fingers of his right hand. This
Speaker 3: he continued to do until he could slightly move his arm.
Speaker 3: He worked with it until at last he felt the
Speaker 3: cold air blowing upon his hand. How cold it felt,
Speaker 3: but he kept it outside, making as much motion with
Speaker 3: it as he could, hoping Jane would see it when
Speaker 3: she came out for the clothes, and wondering what it was,
Speaker 3: would come to his relief. But he felt it impossible
Speaker 3: to hold his little hand out for long, for it
Speaker 3: began to ache and grow stiff, So he pulled it
Speaker 3: in and comforted himself with the ray of light that
Speaker 3: came through the hole and the thought of the fresh
Speaker 3: air he now had to breathe. He hadn't once called
Speaker 3: out loudly for help, as most boys would dutchuly have done,
Speaker 3: for as we have seen, he was thoughtful as well
Speaker 3: as brave, and knew that if he cried out now
Speaker 3: when no one was near, he might not have any
Speaker 3: strength left to call to Jane when she came out,
Speaker 3: or to his mother when she opened the window. How
Speaker 3: slowly time passed, the small ray of light was getting dim.
Speaker 3: His courage began to fail when the sound of an
Speaker 3: opening door came to his ears. It must be Jane,
Speaker 3: he thought, and his heart beat faster with hope. Out
Speaker 3: she came, singing loudly. Now Rory been easy. Sweet Kathleen
Speaker 3: would cry reproof on her lip, but a smile in
Speaker 3: her eye, and poor little Ned's smothered voice was not
Speaker 3: heard as he called Jane, Jane, come and help me.
Speaker 3: I'm under the snow, it seemed to him, but a
Speaker 3: minute before all was still again. The clothes were taken
Speaker 3: from the line, and Jane was back in her warm
Speaker 3: kitchen without a thought of suffering Ned. One of his
Speaker 3: three hopes had failed, but Ned took courage. It must
Speaker 3: be nearly six now, for hardly any light was coming
Speaker 3: in through the hole, and Mamma would soon open the
Speaker 3: window to close the blinds. How still, he kept listening
Speaker 3: for every sound, and at last his heart gave a thump.
Speaker 3: Surely that was the window opening. Not a second did
Speaker 3: he lose. Mamma, Mamma, I'm here under the snow. Do
Speaker 3: come here, he cried with all his strength, over and
Speaker 3: over again. It is no wonder that the tears began
Speaker 3: to fall thick and fast from Ned's eyes as the
Speaker 3: window closed, and the dreadful still darkness was around him,
Speaker 3: and the hope of making Mamma hear him lost. Now
Speaker 3: he had only to wait for Papa, and our little
Speaker 3: hero stopped his sobs, fearing he might lose one sound
Speaker 3: of those expected welcome steps. He would try to be
Speaker 3: as patient as possible, not a doubt entering his mind
Speaker 3: of Papa's finding him. Missus Bancroft had come home and,
Speaker 3: after taking off her cloak and bonnet as usual, closed
Speaker 3: her blinds, entirely unconscious of the little voice appealing to
Speaker 3: her for help. She thought her boy was sitting in
Speaker 3: the library learning his lesson, or was perhaps listening to
Speaker 3: one of Jane's Irish stories in the kitchen, Jane being
Speaker 3: very fond of him, she had been his nurse when
Speaker 3: he was a baby. Yet Mamma was rather surprised that
Speaker 3: Ned had not run upstairs to see her after the
Speaker 3: long afternoon's absence. She went downstairs to meet mister Bancroft,
Speaker 3: whom she heard opening the front door. They walked together
Speaker 3: into the library, Papa saying, where's Ned? He must be
Speaker 3: in the kitchen, said Missus Bancroft. I've not seen him
Speaker 3: since I came home at six o'clock. Mister Bancroft went
Speaker 3: into the hall, calling aloud, Ned, where are you? How
Speaker 3: joyfully would Ned have answered? Could he have heard Papa's dear,
Speaker 3: cheerful voice. There was no response, and Missus Bancroft rang
Speaker 3: the library bell. Jane send master Ned upstairs, she said,
Speaker 3: as Jane made her appearance. Sure I've not seen him
Speaker 3: the whole afternoon, ma'am. Missus Bancroft looked at her eyes,
Speaker 3: husband with an alarmed face, saying, where can the child be?
Speaker 3: He never stayed out so late before. After searching every
Speaker 3: room in the house, they went to the front door,
Speaker 3: looking in vain up and down the street. Mister Bancroft
Speaker 3: then went to the houses of several neighbors whose little
Speaker 3: boys had often played with Ned, but none had seen
Speaker 3: him since school time. The parents were now truly frightened,
Speaker 3: for Ned had never been in the habit of going
Speaker 3: anywhere without permission, but now they thought he must have
Speaker 3: strayed away and some accident befallen him. Oh Edward, said
Speaker 3: Missus Bancroft, the tears falling from her eyes. What shall
Speaker 3: we do to find our boy? Dreading to alarm her.
Speaker 3: Mister Bancroft didn't mention his fears, but with a heavy heart,
Speaker 3: put on his hat and again went into the street,
Speaker 3: His wife returning to the library, convulsed with sobs. Where
Speaker 3: could he go but to the nearest station house, thought
Speaker 3: Ned's anxious father, and started thither. But when he reached
Speaker 3: the corner of the street, he turned around again, disliking
Speaker 3: the idea of going far from the house where it
Speaker 3: was most natural to see the boy. I will go
Speaker 3: back and examine his playthings. He has always been an
Speaker 3: orderly child. I can easily tell whether he has used
Speaker 3: any of them this afternoon. Once more, he entered the
Speaker 3: door and went directly to Ned's room. The spelling book
Speaker 3: was in its place, but his overcoat and hat were
Speaker 3: not to be found. The box of playthings was next examined.
Speaker 3: It was open, showing Ned had been there, and his
Speaker 3: little shovel was missing. Why he immediately went into the yard,
Speaker 3: mister Bancroft could afterward never tell. It must have been
Speaker 3: a good fairy that led him to the back door,
Speaker 3: where he stood a few seconds looking out into the darkness,
Speaker 3: longing for a sight of the little face which always
Speaker 3: welcomed him.
Speaker 2: Home.
Speaker 3: It must have been the same fairy that moved him
Speaker 3: to walk to the back of the yard, where a
Speaker 3: black spot in the snow attracted his attention. His heart
Speaker 3: gave a leap. It was Ned's shovel. And what was
Speaker 3: that faint moaning sound that came to his ears? Was
Speaker 3: Eva in any distress? In the next yard He listened, Papa, Oh, Papa,
Speaker 3: I'm here under the snow, Ned, my boy, Where are
Speaker 3: you here? Papa? Under the snow with the same little shovel.
Speaker 3: The father now worked with all his might, cheering his
Speaker 3: child by the continued sound of his voice, saying, Papa
Speaker 3: will take you out in a minute. Be a brave boy.
Speaker 3: Papa will soon get you. Missus. Bancroft, who was waiting indoors, heard,
Speaker 3: as she thought, persons talking in the yard, and opened
Speaker 3: the library window when her husband called to her, send
Speaker 3: some one here to help me be quick, Ned is
Speaker 3: here under the snow. Jane overheard and rushed out with
Speaker 3: her cool shovel and began to dig with the strength
Speaker 3: and energy of a man, and crying mc darlin, mc darlin,
Speaker 3: is it here ye are? When at last the brave
Speaker 3: little fellow felt the loving arms of his father tight
Speaker 3: about him, he simply whispered, Oh, Papa, I'm so glad
Speaker 3: you came. Can any of my young readers imagine with
Speaker 3: what happiness? Both father and mother kissed and hugged their
Speaker 3: cold and stiff little darling. They carried him with gentle
Speaker 3: hands into the house and hurriedly sent Jane for the doctor,
Speaker 3: as poor Ned was now quite exhausted. When old Doctor
Speaker 3: Gray looked down at the child, he said little, but
Speaker 3: with a serious face, administered stimulants, and with his own hands,
Speaker 3: assisted in rubbing back life into the almost frozen body
Speaker 3: of our young hero. If Ned had been many minutes
Speaker 3: longer buried in the snow, this story could never have
Speaker 3: had such a cheerful ending. End of section six. Recording
Speaker 3: by Linda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. Section seven of Harper's
Speaker 3: Young People, Volume one, issue eighteen March second, eighteen eighty.
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Speaker 3: Harper's Young People, Volume one, issue eighteen March second, eighteen
Speaker 3: eighty an honest minor. If you go into a mining
Speaker 3: district in Cornwall, England, you will see not far from
Speaker 3: the mine works rows of neat little cottages. Most of
Speaker 3: them are extremely clean in the interior, and here the
Speaker 3: miners may be found seated at comfortable fires, frequently reading,
Speaker 3: or in the summer evenings working in their little gardens,
Speaker 3: or in the potato fields. Frequently they become experienced for culturalists,
Speaker 3: and at the flower shows that occur annually in several
Speaker 3: of the Cornish towns, they often carry off the prizes.
Speaker 3: A pleasing anecdote is recorded of the honesty of a
Speaker 3: poor Cornish miner. There lived at Saint Ives, a lady
Speaker 3: named Prudence Worth, whose charity was remarkable. A miner living
Speaker 3: at Cambourne had her goods seized for rent which he
Speaker 3: could not pay. He had heard of the many good
Speaker 3: deeds done by Madame Wirth, as she was usually called,
Speaker 3: and he determined to apply to her for assistance. He said, Madame,
Speaker 3: I am come to you in great trouble. My goods
Speaker 3: are sees for rent and they will be sold if
Speaker 3: I cannot get the money immediately. Where do you live?
Speaker 3: Inquired missus Worth? In Camborne, and I work in Stray
Speaker 3: Park mine. I know nothing of you, observed the lady.
Speaker 3: And you may be a drunkard or an impostor. Madame
Speaker 3: replied the miner with energy, as I live, I am neither,
Speaker 3: and if you will lend me the money, I will
Speaker 3: return it in four months. The money was lent, the
Speaker 3: period of four months elapsed, and true to his promise,
Speaker 3: the poor miner, notwithstanding that bad luck had attended him,
Speaker 3: had managed to get the amount borrowed together and set
Speaker 3: off on foot with it. Arriving at Hale River, he
Speaker 3: found the tide coming up, but to save a journey
Speaker 3: of three miles round by Saint Erth's Bridge, he resolved
Speaker 3: to cross the water, which appeared to him shallow enough
Speaker 3: for this purpose. The poor fellow had, however, miscalculated the
Speaker 3: depth and was drowned. When the body was brought to shore,
Speaker 3: his wife said that he had left home with three
Speaker 3: guineas in his pocket for Madame worth search was made
Speaker 3: in his pockets and no money was found, but some
Speaker 3: one observed that his right hand was firmly clenched. It
Speaker 3: was opened and found to contain the three guineas. Baby
Speaker 3: by K. M. M What are you looking at, baby dear,
Speaker 3: with your wide open, serious eyes that were made from
Speaker 3: the depths of Heaven's own blue stolen away from the skies.
Speaker 3: What do you think of this great, wide world that
Speaker 3: you gaze on with such surprise? I should like to
Speaker 3: know if you only could tell you look so grave
Speaker 3: and so wise. The professor himself, who has studied for years,
Speaker 3: has not half so sage an air as the baby
Speaker 3: of ours when he sits all alone in the lap
Speaker 3: of the great arm chair. And what are you talking of,
Speaker 3: all by yourself in those words which none of us know.
Speaker 3: We forget so soon the language of Heaven in this
Speaker 3: work a day world below. But teach us those accents
Speaker 3: strange and sweet that you've learned from the angels above.
Speaker 3: For we must become like this little child. Ere we
Speaker 3: enter God's Kingdom of love. Knitted scarf. Little girls who
Speaker 3: like to knit will be glad to know how to
Speaker 3: make this pretty scarf. It is knitted with two threads,
Speaker 3: one of white and the other of chinchilla zephyr worsted,
Speaker 3: and wooden needles crosswise in rounds, going back and forth,
Speaker 3: strands of worsted or knotted in the ends for fringe.
Speaker 3: Begin the scarf with a thread of white and a
Speaker 3: thread of chinchilla worsted, cast on twenty seven stitches, and
Speaker 3: knit as follows. First round, slip the first ditch of
Speaker 3: every round and carry the working thread to the wrong side,
Speaker 3: slipping it through beneath both needles. The last stitch is
Speaker 3: always knit off plain, with both threads catching them together.
Speaker 3: This will not be referred to further. Lay the chinchilla
Speaker 3: worsted on the needle from the front to the wrong side.
Speaker 3: Knit the next stitch plane with the white thread star.
Speaker 3: Carry the chinchilla thread underneath the needle and over the
Speaker 3: white thread to the front. Lay the white thread on
Speaker 3: the needle from the front to the wrong side. Pearl
Speaker 3: the next stitch with the chinchilla worsted. Lay the latter
Speaker 3: on the needle from the front to the wrong side.
Speaker 3: Carry the white thread underneath the chinchilla thread to the
Speaker 3: next stitch, and knit the plane and repeat from star.
Speaker 3: Second round. Lay the chinchilla thread on the needle from
Speaker 3: the front to the wrong side. Pul the next ditch,
Speaker 3: which appears pearled on this side, together with the thread
Speaker 3: thrown over with the white thread.
Speaker 2: Star.
Speaker 3: Lay the white thread on the needle from the front
Speaker 3: to the wrong side. Carry the chinchilla thread underneath the
Speaker 3: white thread to the next ditch, and knit this plain
Speaker 3: together with the thread thrown over. Carry the white thread
Speaker 3: from the wrong side to the front underneath the needle,
Speaker 3: and over the chinchilla thread. Lay the latter on the
Speaker 3: needle from the front to the wrong side. Pearl the
Speaker 3: next stitch, together with the thread thrown over with white worsted,
Speaker 3: and repeat from star third and fourth rounds like the
Speaker 3: first and second rounds, but in the third round, always
Speaker 3: pearled the stitch which appear pearled on the working side,
Speaker 3: and knit plain those which look as if knit plain.
Speaker 3: Repeat always the first two fourth rounds, transposing the design
Speaker 3: see figure two. Finally, cast off the stitch loosely with
Speaker 3: both threads. Bishop Hattow. Their story goes that there once
Speaker 3: lived in Germany in a handsome, spacious palace, a selfish,
Speaker 3: fat old bishop. His table was always spread with the
Speaker 3: choicest dainties, and he drank in abundance wine of the
Speaker 3: very best. He slept long and soundly, and looked so
Speaker 3: comfortable and happy and fat, that the people whispered to
Speaker 3: each other, how grand it must be to be a bishop.
Speaker 3: One summer in the neighborhood where bishop lived, the rain
Speaker 3: came down in such torrents and continued so long that
Speaker 3: the grain was utterly ruined, and when autumn arrived there
Speaker 3: was none to be gathered. What shall we do, said
Speaker 3: the poor fathers and mothers, when the long winter comes
Speaker 3: and we have no food to give our children. Winter arrived,
Speaker 3: bringing the cold winds and the snow and the frost.
Speaker 3: The little ones begged for bread, and the poor mothers
Speaker 3: were compelled to say the bread was all gone. Let
Speaker 3: us go to the bishop at last, said the poor
Speaker 3: pining creatures. Surely he will help us. He has far
Speaker 3: more food than he needs, and it is useless our
Speaker 3: starving here when he has plenty. Very soon, from his
Speaker 3: palace window, the bishop saw numbers of the poor people
Speaker 3: flocking to his gates, and he thought to himself, So
Speaker 3: they want my corn, but they shall not have it.
Speaker 3: And the sooner they find out their mistake, the better.
Speaker 3: So he sent them all away. The next day others came.
Speaker 3: Still the bishop refused, but still the people persevered in
Speaker 3: calling out for food at his gates. At last, wearied
Speaker 3: with their cries, but still unmoved by their pitiable condition,
Speaker 3: the bishop announced that on a certain day his large
Speaker 3: barn should be open for anyone to enter who chose,
Speaker 3: and that when the place was full, as much food
Speaker 3: should be given them as would last all the winter.
Speaker 3: At last they came, and for a time forgetting their hunger,
Speaker 3: the women in children, as well as the men, both
Speaker 3: old and young, crowded up to the barn door. The
Speaker 3: bishop watched them with a smile on his deceitful old face,
Speaker 3: until the place was quite full. Then he fastened the
Speaker 3: door securely and actually set fire to the barn and
Speaker 3: burned it to the ground. As he listened to the
Speaker 3: cries of agony, he said to himself, how much better
Speaker 3: it will be for the country when all these rats,
Speaker 3: as he called the poor sufferers, are killed, because while
Speaker 3: they were living, they only consumed the corn. Having done this,
Speaker 3: he went to his palace and sat down to his
Speaker 3: dainty supper, chuckling to himself to think how cleverly he
Speaker 3: had disposed of the rats. The next morning, how however,
Speaker 3: his face wore a different expression when his eye fell
Speaker 3: upon the spot where the night before had hung a
Speaker 3: likeness of himself. There was the frame, but the picture
Speaker 3: had gone it had been eaten by the rats. At
Speaker 3: this the wicked bishop was frightened. He thought of the poor,
Speaker 3: dying people he had spoken of as rats the day before,
Speaker 3: and he turned cold and trembled. As he stood shivering.
Speaker 3: A man from the farm ran up in terror, exclaiming
Speaker 3: that the rats had eaten all the corn that had
Speaker 3: been stored in the granaries. Scarcely had the man finished
Speaker 3: speaking when another messenger arrived, pale with fear and bringing
Speaker 3: tidings more terrible still, he said ten thousand rats were
Speaker 3: coming fast to the palace and to told the bishop
Speaker 3: to fly for his life, adding a prayer that his
Speaker 3: master might be forgiven for the crime he had committed
Speaker 3: the day before. The rats shall not find me, said
Speaker 3: Bishop Hatto, for that was his name. I will go
Speaker 3: shut myself up in my strong tower on the rhine.
Speaker 3: No rats can reach me there. The walls are high,
Speaker 3: and the stream around is so strong that rats would
Speaker 3: soon be washed away if they attempted to cross the water.
Speaker 3: So off he started, crossed the rhine and shut himself
Speaker 3: up in the tower. He fastened every window securely, locked
Speaker 3: and barred the doors, and gave strict injunctions, that no
Speaker 3: one should be allowed to leave the tower or to
Speaker 3: enter it. Hoping that all danger was over, he laid down,
Speaker 3: closed his eyes and tried to sleep, But it was
Speaker 3: all in vain. He still shook with fear. Then all
Speaker 3: at once a shrill scream startled him. On opening his eyes,
Speaker 3: he saw the cat on his pillow. She too was terrified,
Speaker 3: and her eyes glared, for she knew the rats were
Speaker 3: close upon them. Up jumped the bishop, and from his
Speaker 3: barred window he saw the black cloud of rats swiftly approaching.
Speaker 3: They had crossed the deep current and were marching in
Speaker 3: such a direct line toward his hiding place that they
Speaker 3: might have been taken for a well marshaled army. Not
Speaker 3: by dozens or scores, but by thousands and thousands the
Speaker 3: creatures were seen. Never before had there been such a sight.
Speaker 3: Down on his knees, the Bishop fell, and faster and
Speaker 3: faster his beads did he tell, as louder and louder,
Speaker 3: drawing near the gnawing of their teeth, he could hear,
Speaker 3: and in at the windows, and in at the door,
Speaker 3: and through the walls, how the skelter they pour, And
Speaker 3: down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, from
Speaker 3: the right and the left, from behind, and before, from within,
Speaker 3: and without, from above and below, and all at once
Speaker 3: to the bishop they go. They have wetted their teeth
Speaker 3: against the stones, and now they picked the Bishop's bones.
Speaker 3: They gnawed the flesh from every limb, for they were
Speaker 3: sent to do judgment on him. Such was the terrible
Speaker 3: fate of Bishop Haddle. And whether it be perfect they
Speaker 3: true or not, it is a striking illustration of the
Speaker 3: folly as the cruelty of selfishness of Section seven. Recording
Speaker 3: by Lynda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, BC.
Speaker 4: Section eight of Harper's Young People, Volume one, issue eighteen
Speaker 4: March second, eighteen eighty. This is a LibriVox recording. A
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Speaker 4: Betty B. Harper's Young People, Volume one issue, eighteen March second,
Speaker 4: eighteen eighty Our post office, box, Fulton, Wells, California. I
Speaker 4: am assistant teacher here in Little Lake District. I have
Speaker 4: a class of seven boys, among whom I am dividing
Speaker 4: the year's subscription of young people. The Parrot's story I
Speaker 4: read aloud in school, and am now doing the same
Speaker 4: with the brave Swiss boy. I read a chapter in
Speaker 4: the morning, and those who are tardy lose the story
Speaker 4: till they can borrow the paper. Every number is sewed
Speaker 4: and the leaves neatly cut, and the boys are much
Speaker 4: pleased with the charming little paper and the beautiful stories.
Speaker 4: The story about the flower that grew in a cellar
Speaker 4: left them hushed and thoughtful for several minutes. Afterward, the
Speaker 4: puzzles and wiggles are all discussed, but none of the
Speaker 4: boys dare send answers, for fear they wouldn't be right.
Speaker 4: A great California owl flew into the schoolroom the other
Speaker 4: night through the top of a lowered window, and stayed
Speaker 4: all day perched up over our heads, with his great, soft,
Speaker 4: dark eyes shut and his chin comfortably settled in his
Speaker 4: beautiful feathers. We have made tombolas, and they are very funny.
Speaker 4: We are so glad you are publishing this paper. It
Speaker 4: is just what we needed. Bush, Portland, Oregon, January twenty first.
Speaker 4: My brother Henry and I have just picked a bunch
Speaker 4: of willow pussies for our mama Clara Teal, Paulmira, Missouri.
Speaker 4: I am six years old. I see a good many
Speaker 4: little girls write letters to young people. I like the
Speaker 4: paper first Drake and SODA's brother Will. He is a
Speaker 4: big boy, thirteen years old and can skate. We are
Speaker 4: having a very warm winter here in Missouri and not
Speaker 4: much ice. Gurdie Cortwright, pult, California, February fourth. The other
Speaker 4: day we had a snowstorm. It was the first time
Speaker 4: I ever saw snow. We have a large garden and
Speaker 4: there are a great many birds in it. Last summer
Speaker 4: there was a bird's nest in the ivy, and now
Speaker 4: the little birds which were born there are coming back.
Speaker 4: We have beautiful flowers in California, but I would like
Speaker 4: to see some of the Eastern flowers. I am eight
Speaker 4: years old. Genevieve Sagcarbor, Long Island. I am ten years
Speaker 4: old and am visiting my grandma. She lives by the
Speaker 4: sea shore. We had a hard snowstorm the other day
Speaker 4: and the tide came nearly up to the seats of
Speaker 4: our boat house, and the next day it was away
Speaker 4: down to the eel grass. My aunt teaches school in
Speaker 4: the village, and the tide was up to the railroad track,
Speaker 4: so she had to ride home. What makes the tide
Speaker 4: so high and then so low? Grandma says. The day
Speaker 4: it was so high, the wind was east, and the
Speaker 4: next day it was west, and it blew very hard.
Speaker 4: Bertha A. F Bridgeport, Connecticut. I could not tell you
Speaker 4: how happy young people makes my brother and me. We
Speaker 4: cannot wait for the week to go by. We haven't
Speaker 4: any pets except our little brother Maxwell, who is three
Speaker 4: years old. He is so funny and full of mischief
Speaker 4: that we would rather have him than all the other
Speaker 4: pets in the world. He talks as funny as the
Speaker 4: baby that wanted Daisy to come back. But my brother,
Speaker 4: Jimmy and I can always understand every word he says,
Speaker 4: even when Mamma cannot. He is almost three years old.
Speaker 4: Paul s to make a plain Massachusetts. I am nine
Speaker 4: years old. I have a cat. She is three years old.
Speaker 4: There's a strange cat comes in our cellar. I gave
Speaker 4: her some milk and she would not drink it. She
Speaker 4: runs away from me. I have a tool box and
Speaker 4: have been making some easels to day. Arthur M. B. Scranton, Pennsylvania.
Speaker 4: There are a great many coal mines near where I live.
Speaker 4: Six little girls, including myself, went down in one of
Speaker 4: them once with the superintendent, who explained to us how
Speaker 4: they mined coal. We girls each took a miner's pick
Speaker 4: and knocked off a piece of coal, so that we
Speaker 4: could say we had mined some ourselves. I take young people,
Speaker 4: and I like it very much. M H. A Robinstown, Massachusetts.
Speaker 4: I have a cunning little kitten, and its name is Pinafore.
Speaker 4: It will eat ice cream as fast as I can
Speaker 4: give it to it. We have had lots of snow here,
Speaker 4: and I go out sliding most all the time when
Speaker 4: I am not in school. Abby C. Putnam, Lewisburg, Pennsylvania.
Speaker 4: When I read Harry P. H's letter about his kitten
Speaker 4: that eats peanuts, I thought I would tell you about
Speaker 4: a dog I know. His name is Sport, and he
Speaker 4: lives at my grandfather's farm not far from here. As
Speaker 4: soon as he sees me, he runs towards me and
Speaker 4: wags his tail and jumps up and down. He follows
Speaker 4: me everywhere. I give him corn and apples to eat,
Speaker 4: and he jumps to take them from my fingers. When
Speaker 4: he is very hungry. He will always eat corn and apples.
Speaker 4: Do all dogs like such things? W? A. Lewis, Fort Prebble, Portland, Maine.
Speaker 4: I live in a fort by the seashore. Our post
Speaker 4: takes Harper's Weekly and I read the Young People which
Speaker 4: comes with it. We have splendid boating and fishing. We
Speaker 4: catch codfish, mackerel, cutters and lobsters. We catch the lobsters
Speaker 4: in nets. I have two pet pigeons and two kittens
Speaker 4: exactly alike. Their names are Spunk and Pluck. Spunk will
Speaker 4: run up my knee when I hold out a piece
Speaker 4: of meat. Hambell p Hamilton, West Troy, New York. I
Speaker 4: would like to know what to do with my parrot.
Speaker 4: He talks, sings, and whistles very nice, but he picks
Speaker 4: his feathers all out and looks almost naked. I had
Speaker 4: a canary, but it died two years ago. It was
Speaker 4: almost twenty years old. Can any little boy or girl
Speaker 4: tell me what to do for my parrot? Nellie R. H. L. Murray,
Speaker 4: a big, strong Newfoundland dog, will be the best to
Speaker 4: harness in your little carriage. Newfoundland dogs are very wise
Speaker 4: and gentle, and if treaty kindly, are easily trained. Charlie D. M.
Speaker 4: The trouble with your fish probably comes from the want
Speaker 4: of air in the water. If you will make a
Speaker 4: reed or elder bush squirt, then closing the lower end
Speaker 4: and making a number of small holes near the bottom,
Speaker 4: you can use it for forcing air into the tank.
Speaker 4: This will make the water alive and your fish will flourish.
Speaker 4: It will be well also to put two or three
Speaker 4: fresh water crabs and snails and a little vegetation into
Speaker 4: the tank. T. H. Knox. An hour bowl or an
Speaker 4: owl's head would make a good badge for your literary society.
Speaker 4: You can buy very pretty owls heads under glass arranged
Speaker 4: to wear as a scarf pin. They are not expensive.
Speaker 4: Or if you wish something original, a small gold eagles
Speaker 4: quill would be appropriate. Fred C. S. The United States
Speaker 4: Government has never offered to purchase canceled stamps. I U.
Speaker 4: Sheep have front teeth or nippers only on the lower jaw,
Speaker 4: the upper having instead a firm fibrous pad. There are
Speaker 4: eight of these nippers, and a full grown sheep there
Speaker 4: are six grinders or back teeth on each side of
Speaker 4: both the upper and lower jaws. Edith JP. You will
Speaker 4: find information about goldfish in Young People Number six sell
Speaker 4: a tea. The origin of April Fool's Day is unknown.
Speaker 4: It is observed as a season of practical jokes in
Speaker 4: nearly every country. Even the Hindoos have a festival terminating
Speaker 4: on the thirty first of March, during which they aim
Speaker 4: to send their friends on all manner of absurd errands
Speaker 4: and enjoy a laugh at their disappointment. In Italy and France,
Speaker 4: the victims of practical jokes of the first of April
Speaker 4: are called April fish bht. If you wish to keep
Speaker 4: the skin of your greyhound very soft and delicate, feeded
Speaker 4: on bread and milk, sugar cake, crackers, and dainty food
Speaker 4: of any kind, it will eat meat fast enough if
Speaker 4: you allow it to do so, and a little beef
Speaker 4: cut very fine will make it stronger. And do it good.
Speaker 4: Always give it plenty of fresh water sad e p.
Speaker 4: The sawfish Cristus antiquorum is most plentiful and tropical seas,
Speaker 4: although a few species are found in the Arctic region.
Speaker 4: Its weapon is a flat prolongation of the head and
Speaker 4: has on either edge hard tooth like projections. One species
Speaker 4: is found all along our coast, from New England to Florida.
Speaker 4: It has no other common name. Gordon c. Your theory
Speaker 4: that the peak king and the sculling noise made by
Speaker 4: a canary are simply to show its affection for its friends,
Speaker 4: and really a sign of pleasure is very pretty. But
Speaker 4: we are not sure it is right. It is true
Speaker 4: that a canary will not often act in that way
Speaker 4: when approached by a stranger or a new voice frightens
Speaker 4: it and makes it shrink into a corner of its cage.
Speaker 4: But it will show a great deal of fight and
Speaker 4: peck vigorously when disturbed by a familiar finger. But either way,
Speaker 4: if it is loving or enraged, a canary is always
Speaker 4: the same dear, downy little pet, and deserves the tenderest
Speaker 4: care and affectionate treatment. A h Spear Peter Minuet, more
Speaker 4: correctly Minowit was born at wessel Holland sometime during the
Speaker 4: later part of the sixteenth century. He was appointed third
Speaker 4: Director General of New Netherland in sixteen twenty five. Cornelis
Speaker 4: May having been the first in William Verholtz the second,
Speaker 4: and arrived at Manhattan the following Mesas to him belongs
Speaker 4: the honor of having purchased Manhattan Island from the Indians,
Speaker 4: as up to this period sixteen twenty six, the Dutch
Speaker 4: had possessed it only by right of occupation. Minwett opened
Speaker 4: negotiations with the native proprietors and purchased the entire island
Speaker 4: for the Dutch West India Company for the value of
Speaker 4: sixty guilders about twenty four dollars of our present currency.
Speaker 4: He died at Fort Christiania, Delaware, in sixteen forty one. A. L. W.
Speaker 4: Washington Territory sends a neat wiggle which we are sorry
Speaker 4: came too late to be printed. Dorsey Cote, many thanks
Speaker 4: for your pretty valentine, Mary NC. Cuba. The beautiful little
Speaker 4: moth which flew on your table while you were writing,
Speaker 4: in which you enclosed, resembles the Diopia bella, which lives
Speaker 4: on the mouse's ear of our northern fields. The size
Speaker 4: and markings are precisely the same, but the cross bars
Speaker 4: on the four wings of the northern moth are buff,
Speaker 4: while those of its Cuban cousin are delicate. Pink Anna, M.
Speaker 4: M and Agnes and Willie, Scotland. We are very glad
Speaker 4: to learn from your neatly written letters that little folks
Speaker 4: in Scotland derive so much pleasure from reading the American
Speaker 4: stories in young people. Pretty favors are acknowledge from Frederick Helzell, Nicholas, P. G. Tillie,
Speaker 4: F Y Shamble, George H. F. John B. Maxwell, F L.
Speaker 4: W Eddie S. Randall, Goodnow E, G B. Carrie L. Holman,
Speaker 4: J H. Maltby, Lolly E W. Mamy, Evans, S G
Speaker 4: mc Knight, Benny B H L S R. Willie B. M. T. S. March,
Speaker 4: F V Griffin, Alfred Opdyke, Henry R, C, J B Tanner,
Speaker 4: George N M. M H V Mary B R. Florence E. I,
Speaker 4: Carrie Pelham, Flora Ross and Sally Freddie Haggerty. Correct answers
Speaker 4: to puzzles received from Paul Sterling, G. J. D. Bertie, A. Randolph,
Speaker 4: Mabel Lowell, A B. H. Vale, Laura B. Wallace, Chester, Fernauld,
Speaker 4: William F. B. Nina Crommelin Amy S. Turner, Willie H. Spiller,
Speaker 4: Maggie M. Mather, GEORGI M. Hollenbeck, S V. B. Lily M. Jones,
Speaker 4: John R. Glenn, Mary M. Smith, M. Willie J. Rector, J. M. Wolf,
Speaker 4: N L. Collamore, E S May, Harry C. M. Phoenix,
Speaker 4: Bell F. Maud Miller, Chesley, B. H. S. Birdie, Dorman,
Speaker 4: Philip P. Krueger, Dorsey E. C. B. F. H. Hartley
Speaker 4: Number one enigma. My first is in cistern, but not
Speaker 4: in well. My second is in right, but not in spell.
Speaker 4: My third is in note but not in bill. My
Speaker 4: fourth is in factory, not in mill. My fifth is
Speaker 4: in window but not in dooor. My sixth is in ceiling,
Speaker 4: not in floor. My seventh is in wrong but not
Speaker 4: in right. My eighth is in dark but not in light.
Speaker 4: My ninth is in true but not in false. My
Speaker 4: tenth is in slide but not in wallts. My whole
Speaker 4: is a large city in the United States WFC number
Speaker 4: two geographical double acrostic an island off the coast of Massachusetts.
Speaker 4: A city in Ireland, a city in Cochin, China, a
Speaker 4: river in New York State, a city in Italy one
Speaker 4: of the United States. A river in the northwestern United States,
Speaker 4: a city in Kentucky, a lake in North America. Answer,
Speaker 4: a city in the United States and the state of
Speaker 4: which it is the capital. Sadi twelve years. Number three enigma.
Speaker 4: My first is in carriage but not in gig my
Speaker 4: second is in false, but not in whig. My third
Speaker 4: is in laughter but not in mirth. My fourth is
Speaker 4: in girdle but not in girth. My fifth is in
Speaker 4: sad but not in mary. My sixth is in pair
Speaker 4: and also in cherry. My whole lies underground c L
Speaker 4: number four word square First a firm hard substance of
Speaker 4: dull white color. Second elliptical, third an iron pin. Fourth,
Speaker 4: a girl's name William f B number five diamond puzzle,
Speaker 4: A consonant, a beverage bright, a part of the head,
Speaker 4: a consonant m L number six numerical charade. I am
Speaker 4: composed of fourteen letters. My five one seven is a
Speaker 4: kind of meat. My eleven twelve six' eight is dug
Speaker 4: from the. Earth my twelve four three belongs to a.
Speaker 4: Boat my six fourteen ten four is a girl's. Name
Speaker 4: my two nine thirteen eight is part of a. Bird
Speaker 4: my whole was a great Man fanny ten years answer
Speaker 4: to puzzle picture in number. FOURTEEN s dash, wine s, dash,
Speaker 4: TAG w, dash, eazel g, dash, oates d, dash rel b,
Speaker 4: dash ear b dash or m, dash inc f dash
Speaker 4: ox answers to puzzles in number. Fifteen number one guitar number,
Speaker 4: two Z P E A Z E B R A
Speaker 4: a r T a number, Three franklin number, four photogen
Speaker 4: And Nick tierris number. Five G R I P R
Speaker 4: U E A I R N E a R Ty
Speaker 4: Grant harry number six flaw line a non win end
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Speaker 4: using them to enforce a moral that he is too
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Speaker 4: Self help With illustrations Of, Character conduct And perseverance By Samuel,
Speaker 4: Smiles new, edition revised and, Enlarged duodecimo, cloth one. Dollar
Speaker 4: the writings Of Samuel smiles are a valuable aid in
Speaker 4: the education of. Boys his style seems to have been
Speaker 4: constructed entirely for their. Tastes his topics are admirably, selected
Speaker 4: and his mode of communicating excellent lessons of, enterprise truth
Speaker 4: and self reliance might be called insidious and ensneering if
Speaker 4: these words did not convey an idea which is only
Speaker 4: applicable to lessons of an opposite character and tendency taught
Speaker 4: in the same attractive. Style the popularity of this Book
Speaker 4: Self help abroad has made it a powerful instrument of
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Speaker 4: perusal determined that his life will be molded after that
Speaker 4: of some of those set before him in this. Volume
Speaker 4: it was written for the youth of another, country but
Speaker 4: its wealth of instruction has been recognized by its translation
Speaker 4: into more than One european, language and it is not
Speaker 4: too much to project for it a popularity Among america
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Speaker 4: and a large circle of readers outside of these classes
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Speaker 4: advice presented in perspicuous language and marked throughout by vigorous good,
Speaker 4: sense and, who while deriving from it useful lessons for
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Speaker 4: Farmers Christian, Intelligencer New. York in this useful and sensible,
Speaker 4: work which should be in the hands of all classes of,
Speaker 4: readers especially of those whose means are, slender the author
Speaker 4: does for private economy What smith And ricardo And bastiat
Speaker 4: have done for national. Economy the one step which separates
Speaker 4: civilization from, savagery which renders civilization, possible is labor done
Speaker 4: in excess of immediate. Necessity to inculcate this most necessary
Speaker 4: and most homely of all, virtues we have met with
Speaker 4: no better teacher than this, Book New York, world published
Speaker 4: By harper And, Brothers New, york sent by mail postage
Speaker 4: paid to any part of The United states on receipt
Speaker 4: of the Price Perpetual. Motion tommy was only ten years of,
Speaker 4: age but still he was determined to obtain it at.
Speaker 4: Last one day he ran into his father's office in
Speaker 4: ecstasies and, Shouted, Hurrah, Pop i've got. It do what my,
Speaker 4: son perpetual, motion Cried. Tommy i've been watching it for
Speaker 4: the last half hour and it. Works. Bully, then Grasping
Speaker 4: pop by the, hand come up in the garret and see.
Speaker 4: It as father went, up and sure enough there was perpetual,
Speaker 4: motion that, is as long as there was any life
Speaker 4: left in the, dog and that piece of roast beef
Speaker 4: hung to his. Tail the soapbox to con or homemade magic?
Speaker 4: Lantern would you like to have a magic? Lantern very,
Speaker 4: WELL i will tell you how to make. It in
Speaker 4: the first, place you must procure a burning, glass such
Speaker 4: as you can get at any toy store for a few,
Speaker 4: cents or you may perhaps have the glass out of
Speaker 4: an old. Telescope you also want a soapbox or any
Speaker 4: other kind of square, box a cigar, box and a
Speaker 4: piece of white muslin or linen as large as a pocket.
Speaker 4: Handkerchief make a hole in the cigar box to fit
Speaker 4: your magnifying glass and put the glass into. It now
Speaker 4: look At. Fig one and see how the cigar box
Speaker 4: is placed inside the soap. Box stretch the muslin over
Speaker 4: the opposite side of the soap, box from which of
Speaker 4: course you have removed the, bottom and tack it to
Speaker 4: the edges of the. Box put a lighted candle in
Speaker 4: the cigar box as represented in the. Illustration and if
Speaker 4: you hold a drawing or a photograph opposite the glass
Speaker 4: in the cigar, box it will be reflected on the
Speaker 4: muslin stretched over the end of the soap, box and
Speaker 4: you have a magic. Lantern one thing, More by looking
Speaker 4: At figure, one you will see that there are two
Speaker 4: bars and a cross bar to hold the. Picture these
Speaker 4: can easily be fixed and will save you the trouble
Speaker 4: of holding the picture in your, hand and will be more.
Speaker 4: Steady by carefully looking at the different, drawings you will
Speaker 4: soon see how to make one yourself a brave. Princess
Speaker 4: in one of The Sandwich islands in The South seas
Speaker 4: is a volcanic mountain with a huge lake of ever burning.
Speaker 4: Fire this was the reputed abode of the Goddess peleay
Speaker 4: and her fiery, companions the worship of whom was the
Speaker 4: central superstition of the. Islanders the young Princess caapiolani was
Speaker 4: converted To christianity through the teaching of the. Missionaries grieving
Speaker 4: for the ignorance and misery of her, people she resolved
Speaker 4: to visit the burning mountain Of kilauea and dare the
Speaker 4: Dreaded peleay to do her. Worst, there a priestess met,
Speaker 4: her threatened her with the displeasure of the goddess if
Speaker 4: she persisted and prophesied that she and her followers would miserably.
Speaker 4: Perish in defiance of this, threat she and Her christian
Speaker 4: followers went down to the edge of the burning, lake,
Speaker 4: and standing erect she thus, Spoke jehovah is My. God
Speaker 4: he kindled these. FIRES i fear Not. Peleay IF i
Speaker 4: perish by the anger Of, peleay then you may fear
Speaker 4: the power Of. Pelay but IF i trust In, jehovah
Speaker 4: and he should save me from the wrath Of. Peleay
Speaker 4: then you must fear and serve The Lord Jehovah. Charaigne,
Speaker 4: first in the arms of the, sea are tossed on
Speaker 4: the flowing, main and fold my white wings in some peaceful,
Speaker 4: bay and am bound to the earth with a. Chain,
Speaker 4: second there's a fruit with its hue of, gold from
Speaker 4: the land of the tropical. SUN i make it a
Speaker 4: cooling draft to hold to the lips of the thirsty
Speaker 4: one whole with the tread of many, feet and the
Speaker 4: changeless roll of the, drum with the deadly volley my
Speaker 4: foe to greet mid the flash of, STEEL i. Come
Speaker 4: end of section. Nine end Of Harper's Young, People volume,
Speaker 4: one issue Eighteen march second eighteen eighty