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Queer
Stories
For Boys and Girls
BY
EDWARD EGGLESTON ALTHOB OF "the HOOSIER SCHOOLMASTER," "THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-BOY,"
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1884
ETC.
Copyright,
1884,
by
EDWARD EGULESTON
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TROWS PRINTINQ AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY, YORK.
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PREFACE. ^T^HE
stories here reprinted include nearly all of those
which titles
I
have written
them to rank as "
for children in a vein that en-
Queer Stories,"
that
is,
stories
not entirely realistic in their setting but appealing to the fancy, which
and
is
" girls.
or nine years
been printed
so
marked
Bobby and ago in SL in
a trait of the
the Key-hole
The
earlier for juvenile periodicals of
others were written
wide repute
now gone
young people's magazines,
the
way
in their
time
of almost
all
to the land of forgetfulness.
with pleasure the fact that these
little
enjoyed a considerable popularity when they
first
Although tales
appeared eight
Nichulas, and has never before
book form.
periodicals that have
minds of boys
"
appeared, " The
I
I
recall
might just as well
Unlucky
Stories."
as
not have called them
In two or three forms
some of
the stories that form this collection have appeared in book
PREFACE.
iv
covers in years past, but always to meet with disaster that
was no
fault of theirs.
Two
little
books that contained a
were burned up part of the stories herein reprinted cuts and
all
in
the Chicago
fire
with some of these stories in lisher in Boston,
plates in
Another book,
of 187 1. it,
was issued by a pub-
who almost immediately failed,
pawn.
These
fell
plates,
into the
leaving the
hands of a man who
issued a surreptitious edition, and then into the possession
of another, to
whom
at length I
was forced
sum
for the
tales
from the hands of freebooters.
first fair
plates, in order to extricate
and square issue
have had.
For
this
in
This
book form
to
pay a round
my
unfortunate
is
therefore the
that these stories
they have been revised by the
author, and printed from plates wholly
new by
the liber-
ality of the present publisher.
E. E. Owls' Nest, Lake George,
1884.
CONTENTS QUEER STORIES.
page
Bobby and the Key-hole, a Hoosier Fairy Tale,
'^
.
3
Mr. Blake's Walking-stick,
23
The Chairs
Council,
60
Tea-kettle Said,
67
What the
in
Crooked Jack, 'The Funny Little Old Woman,
Widow
Wiggins'
Wonderful Cat,
72
77 .
.
.
.
83
CHICKEN LITTLE STORIES. Simon and the Garuly,
The
91 loi
Joblilies,
^The Pickaninny, The Great Panjandrum Himself,
m .
.
.
.120
STORIES TOLD ON A CELLAR-DOOR.
The Story of a Flutter-wheel, The Wood-chopper's Children, The Bound
Boy,
137 143 .
149
CONTENTS.
vi
PAGB
The Profligate
Prince,
155
The Young Soap-boiler
^60
The Shoemaker's Secret,
168
MODERN
FABLES.
Flat Tail the Beaver, *
177
The Mocking-bird's Singing-school, The Bobolink and the Owl, .
181
.'
.
.
.
.
.
.
.185
Queer
Stories.
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE. A
YOU
Hoosier Fairy Tale.
think that folks in fine clothes are the only folks
that ever see fairies,
and that poor
folks can't afford
" Green days of the real old-fashioned Jacket and White Owl's Feather" fairies, it was the poor boy carrying fagots to the cabin of his widowed mother
But
them.
in the
who saw wonders of and
was the poor
it
sorts
all
girl
wrought by the
who had
little
people
a fairy godmother.
;
It
must be confessed that the mystery-working, dewdropwand-waving, pumpkin-metamorphosing little have been spoiled of late years by being admitted
dancing, rascals
into fine houses. their praises
Having
sung by
not the poor
girl in
of fagots now, but
by
artists,
poets, their adventures told in gilt-
edge books, and, above of St. Nicholas, has
their pictures painted
all,
getting into the delicious leaves
made them "stuck
the cinders, nor the girls
up," so that
it is
boy with a bundle
who wear button
boots and
tie-
and boys with fancy waists and striped stockings that are befriended by fairies, whom they do not
back
need.
skirts,
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off
from the
unflattered fairies
a race of
cities there still lives
who
are not snobbish, and
who
love
and ragged jackets. These spirits are not very handsome, and so the artists do not draw their pictures, and they do not get into gilt-edge little
and boys
girls
Christmas books. will
in pinafores
Dear, ugly, good
not be spoiled by
my
telling
fairies
I
hope they you something about !
them. Little
Bobby Towpate saw some
about Bobby, and the
Bobby was
fairies
them
of
he saw, that
I
;
and
it's
want to speak.
the thirteenth child in a rather large family
He
lived
in a log
cabin on the banks of a stream, the right
name
of which
there Avere
three younger than he.
" Indian Kentucky Creek." I suppose it was named " " Indian Kentucky because it is not in Kentucky, but in Indiana and as for Indians, they have been gone many a
is
;
The people always call it "The Injun Kaintuck." day. They tuck up the name to make it shorter. Bobby was only four years and three-quarters old, but he had been
pantaloons for three years and a half, for the Indian Kaintuck put their little boys
in
the people in
before. fellows
And
such breeches
!
walk
perhaps a httle The little white-headed
into breeches as soon as they can
look like dwarf grandfathers, thirteen hundred They go toddling about like old men who
years of age.
have grown ever knew.
little
again, and forgotten everything they
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE.
5
But Bobby Towpate was not ugly. Under his white hair, which "looked every way for Sunday," were blue eyes and ruddy cheeks, and a mouth as pretty as it was solemn.
The comical
little
fellow
wore an unbleached
cotton shirt, and tattered pantaloons, with
home-made
" gallowses." suspenders or
been
old, I
The pantaloons had always were made out of a pair of his they " daddy's," as he would have told you and
think, for
father's
his
nobody
ever
knew
his father to
have a new
pair, so
they
must have been old from the beginning. For in the Indian Kaintuck country nothing ever seems to be new. Bobby
Towpate himself was born looking about a thousand years As for hat, old, and had aged some centuries already. daddy's old hats when he wore any, would have answered well for an umbrella if it had
he wore one of
and
it
his
not been ragged.
Bobby's play-ground was anywhere along the creek in the woods. There were so many children that there was nobody to look after him so he just kept a careful eye ;
on
himself,
and that made
it all
right.
As he was
not a
very energetic child, there was no danger of his running into mischief.
Indeed, he never
given to sitting
down on
crazy singing of the loons
ment
birds
consists in trying to see
hideous noise.
ran
at
all.
He was
the ground and listening to the
whose
favorite
amuse-
which can make the most
Then, too, he would watch the stake-
drivers flying along the creek, with their long, ugly necks
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Sticking out in front of them,
their long, ugly legs
sticksticking out behind them, and their long, ugly wings in"- out on each side of them. They never seemed to
have any bodies at all. People call them stake-drivers because their musical voices sound like the driving of a " Ke- whack ke- whack " also call them stake
They
!
!
:
"
Fly-up-the-creeks," and plenty of ugly names besides. It was one sleepy summer afternoon that Bobby sat
on the root of a beech-tree, watching a stake-driver
who
if looking for his dinner of tadpoles, the should what homely bird do but walk right out
stood in the water as
when
on the land and up to Bobby. Bobby then saw that it was not a stake-driver, but a long-legged, long-necked,
And short-bodied gentleman, in a black bob-tail coat. a stake-driver's yet his long, straight nose did look like beak, to be sure.
who
live
in
He was one
the dark
of the stake-driver
fairies,
and lonesome places along the
creeks in the Hoosier country.
" Ke-whack that you hear,
!
They make "
ke-whack
!
It
the
noise
may be
the
driving of stakes for the protection of the nests of their friends the cat-fish.
"
Good-morning, Bobby, ke-whack
slim gentleman, nodding his after his
among "
words because that
head. is
" !
He
said the long, said
ke-whack
the polite thing to do
the stake-driver fairies.
My name
swered Bobby.
Bobby Ke-whack, nur nothin'," anThe people on Indian Kaintuck say "nor
haint
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE. nothinV' without meaning anything by
it.
"
My
name
haint on'y jeth Bob, an' nothin' elth."
But the slender Mr. Fly-up-the-creek only nodded and ke-whack two or three times, by way of clearing his
said
throat.
"
like
Maybe you'd
to
see
the folks underground,
" If ke-whack," he added presently. you would, I can It's right it. to unlock show you the door and how If you get the door under the next cliff, ke-whack !
open, you
may go
in
and
the Invisible People, and
" Ke-whack
find the all
Sleepy-headed People,
the rest, ke-whack !"
"
said Bob, mimicking, and grinning till But the gentleof white milk-teeth. row he showed man stake-driver must have been offended, for he walked !
his
away
into the water
saying,
and disappeared among the willows,
"Ke-whack! ke-whack!"
in
an indignant
way
at every step.
once the stake-driver fairy had gone, Bob was He was lonesome. He had always been lonetroubled.
When
some, because the family was so large. There is never any company for a body where there are so many. Now Bob wished that " Ole Ke-whack," as he called him, had He would not walked off into the willows in such a huff.
who
under the ground, you know. After a while, he thought he would go and look for the door under the cliff. Bobby called it " clift," after the manner
like to see
lived
of the people on the Indian Kaintuck.
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8
Once under around looked
was a
for
the
like a
door
he was a long time searching he found a something that He looked to see if there the rock.
cliff,
At
a door. in
last
latch-string, for the houses in the Indian
But he could not
are opened with latch-strings.
Then he
Kaintuck find one.
himself (for Bobby, being a lonesome
said to
boy, talked to himself a great deal) words like these " Ole Ke- whack thed he knowed wharabout the key mout be. The time I went down to Madison, to market :
mammy, I theed a feller dretht up to kill come along and open hith door with a iron thing. That mout be a
with
key.
Wonder
acrost the hole
He had no
ef
I
can't find
what
it
goeth
trouble in "
it
mythelf
I
come
the key
itself,
There,
!
into."
coming acrost
"
He took it up, lying on the ground. " looked at it curiously, and said Thith thing muth be a he So tried to key." put it into the key-hole, but an unexpected difficulty met him. Every time he tried to put for
he found
it
:
which before was in easy reach, ran up so far that he could not get to it. He picked up some loose stones and piled them up against the door, in the key, the key-hole,
and stood on them on shot up
out of his
hausted, and sat
his tiptoes, but
At
reach.
down on
was back
few inches of his head.
the key-hole
he got down ex-
the pile of stones he had made,
with his back to the door. that the key-hole
last
still
in
He
On
looking round, he saw
its
old place, and within a
turned round suddenly and
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE.
made
a dive at
it,
with the key held in both hands, but
the key-hole shot up like a rocket, until
it
was
just out of
his reach.
After trying to trap this key-hole in every way he could, he sat down on a stone and looked at it a minute, and then said very slowly " Well, I never That beats :
me
all
holler
What
!
!
muth
a funny thing a key-hole
be."
At
he noticed another key-hole in the rock, not far away, and concluded to try the key in that. The key went in without trouble, and Bob turned it round several last
times, until
the
iron
key had turned to brass
in
his
hands.
"The blamed thing ith Towpate. You must excuse have talked to be
in the
same way
turnin' yaller
" !
cried
little
You might had been so you lucky as
Bob's language. if
born on the Indian Kaintuck.
Seeing that he could not open anything by turning the key round in this key-hole, since there was no door here, he thought he
have with the
would now try what luck he might "
"
opening the door. Tlie key-hole might admit a brass key. But what was his amazement to find on trying, that the key-hole which had yaller
key
in
run upward from an iron key,
bottom of the door. stooped down
He
now
pulled
ran
down toward
away
the
the
stones and
head was near the ground, but the key-hole disappeared off the bottom of the door. When till
his
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he gave up the chase
returned
it
as
before.
Avorked himself into a great heat trying to catch
was of no
down
sat
again he said slowly
:
That beats me
!
hole ith
but
it
use.
Then he
days
Bobby it,
But
!
again and stared at the door, and " Well, I never, in all my born'd holler
all
that feller in
town
!
What
a thing a key-
didn't have no trouble."
After thinking a while he looked at the key, and came to the conclusion that, as the key-hole
iron key,
went up from an if he had one
and down from a brass one, that
" Thith
half-way between, he should have no trouble.
key
ith
turn
it
too
rtze'//^/
yaller,"
he
it
into the key-hole
the opposite direction to the it
would not turn
stood off looking at
key began turning as
it
said.
I'll
put
it
back and
half-way back, and then we'll thee."
So he stuck But
"
turned
it
tried to turn
way he had turned
to the left at
it
and
all.
So he
it
in
it
before.
let
go and
a while, when, to his surprise, the
to the right of
grew whiter,
until
its it
own
accord.
And
was a key of pure
silver.
"
Purty good for you, ole hoss," said Bob, as he " We'll thee if pulled out the bright silver key. you're better'n the black one and the one." any yaller
But neither would the the key-hole was as
and the iron one.
down, but
first
much
silver
one open the door
afraid of
Only now
it
it
as of the brass
neither
;
for
one
went up nor
toward one side of the door and then
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE, toward the other, according
to the
way
in
II
which the key
approached it. Bobby, after a while, went at it straight from the front, whereupon the key-hole divided into two the one half running off the door to the right, the parts other to the left. " Well, that'th ahead of
my
time," said Bob.
But he
this time so much amused by the changes in the and the antics of the nimble key-hole, that he did not key He waited care much whether the door opened or not. until he had seen the truant key-hole take its place again,
Avas
by
and then he took the
As soon
hole. his
hand, took
as he
key back to the other keykey leaped out of the key-hole, and began to
approached
place in
its
When
turn swiftly round.
come
silver
it
it
the
stopped the
silver
had be-
said Bob.
And
he took
gold.
" Yaller again,
by hokey,"
the gold key and went back, wondering what the key-
But there was now no key-hole.
hole would do now.
had disappeared
Bob stood
It
entirely.
off
and looked
at
the place where
it
had
jaw drop a little in surprise and disappoint" and came out slowly with this Well, I never, in ment,
been,
let his
:
all
my
born'd days
" !
He
thought best now to take the key back and have it changed once more. But the other key-hole was gone too. Not knowing what to do, he returned to the door
and put the key up where the nimble key-hole had been,
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12
whereupon
it
reappeared, the gold key inserted its own accord.
itself,
.and
the door opened of
Bob
eagerly tried to enter, but there stood
somebody
in the door, blocking the passage.
"Hello!"
How
"You
Bob.
said
did you get in
By
?
Ole Ke-whack
here,
the back door,
I
?
'low."
" Put
whack
!
my yellow waistcoat back where you got it, ke" " It's cold in said the stake-driver, shivering.
here, and how
shall
I
to the party without
go
it,
ke-
"
whack
.
!
"Your
wescut
yaller
"
"I haint got no
said Bob.
?
wescut, ke-whack or no ke-whack."
"
"
You must
said the fly-up-theput that away " Kecreek, pecking his long nose at the gold key.
whack
!
ke-whack
!
"Oh!"
said
Then he tossed
" !
"why
Towpate,
the
you say so?" the ground, where
didn't
gold key down on
ho had found the iron one, but the key stood straight up,
waving
drawling " Pick
"
:
my
and
itself to
it
Well,
up
!
I
fro,
while
never
Pick
it
Bobby came out with
up
!
Ke-whack
!
You've picched
yellow waistcoat into the dirt, ke-whack, ke-whack
" never
Oh " !
!
You
call
that
And Bobby
his
" !
a
wescut,
do you.
Well,
" !
I
picked up the key, and since he
could think of no place else to put
it, he put it into the which it unwound itself to the left till it key-hole, upon was silver. Bobby, seeing that the key had ceased to
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE. move, pulled
it
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3
out and turned toward the open door to
see the stake-driver wearing a yellow vest, which he was " Ke-whack, ke-whack," as examining with care, saying,
he did
"
so.
I
knew you'd
get spots on
it,
ke-whack,
throwing it on the ground that way." Poor Bobby was too much mystified by this confusion between the gold key and the yellow vest, or " wescut," as they call
"
it
on the Indian Kaintuck, to say anything.
Now, my white
put that back, ke-whack," " I can't said the fly-up-the-creek fairy. go to the party in my shirt sleeves, ke-whack." " I haint got your coat, Ole Daddy Longlegs," said " 'less Bobby, you mean this key."
On again
this suspicion
unwound
coat,
he put the key back, upon which it As the left and became brass.
itself to
soon as Bobby had pulled out the brass key and turned round, he saw that the fairy was clad in a white coat, which, with his stunning yellow vest,
made him
cut quite
a figure.
"
Now, my yellow cap,"
a cheerful
said the stake-driver, adding
ke-whack or two, and Bobby guessed that he
was to put the brass key in the key-hole, whereupon it was immediately turned round by some unseen power it became iron, and then thrown out on the ground Sure where Bobby Towpate had found it at first. enough, the fairy now wore a yellow cap, and, quick as thought, he stepped out to where the key was lying, and
until
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14
it changed to he which quickly drew on. a pair of three-toed boots, Then he turned and bowed to Bobby, and said
struck
twice with his nose, whereupon
it
:
" Ke-whack
brushed
my
!
You've ironed
cap and blacked
my
whack, I'm going to the party.
want
my
coat and vest, and
Good-day, ke-
boots.
You
can go
in if
you
to."
Bobby stood flew away along ke whack never, in
" !
all
some
time, looking after
the creek, crying
"
him
as
he
ke-whack, ke-whack,
And Bobby said once again: "Well, I " my born'd days," and then added, Haint
Daddy Longlcgs wescut,
for
peart
?
Thinks he's some
in his yaller
'low."
I
When
once the fly-up-the-creek had gone out of sight and out of hearing, Bobby started on his search for the
He
Sleepy-headed People.
travelled
along a sort of
underground gallery or cave, until he came to a round Here he found people who looked like
basin-like place.
boys and girls, rather than men and women. They were lolling round in a ring, while one of the number read drowsily from a big book which was lying on a fat little
bowlder to
in
those
who
sat facing
gave a long
yawn and
Bobby caught fell
another they looked at little
All seemed
the middle of this Sleepy-hollow.
But as soon as
be looking and listening intently.
sight of him, they
into a
deep him, and one
round, lazy fellows gaped,
until
sleep. after it
One
after
another the
seemed
their
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE. heads would
split
snoring like
He
ment.
"
never
gone
!
ofif
little
open, then pigs.
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5
over and slept soundly, stood still with astonish-
fell
Bobby
did not even find breath to say, "Well,
I
For presently every one of the listeners had The reader, whose back was toward to sleep.
He was
the new-comer, did not see him.
the only one
awake, and Bobby looked to see him drop over at
left
But the
any moment.
little fat
man
read right along in a
drawling, sleepy mumble, something nians
until
Bob
cried
everybody'th gone
"Hello, Ole Puddin'-bag,
out:
to thleep
about the Athe-
;
you'd jeth as well hole up
yer readin' a while."
The
little
man
rolled his eyes
"Oh, my!
said:
I'm gone off
round upon Bob, and again!" And then he
stretched his fat cheeks in an awful yawn.
" ef
Hey
!
You'll never get that
mouth
you don't be mighty keerful," cried
fellow
was
fast
asleep before
of your'n shet,
Bob
;
but the
he could get the words
out.
" Well now, that'th a purty lookin' crowd, haint said Bob, looking round upon the sleepers. Just at that
moment they began
to
wake up, one
" it ?
after
another, but as soon as they saw Bob, they sighed and " He's so " He's so said curious," or, interesting," or :
something of the
sort,
and
fell
away
into a
deep slumber
Bob undertook to wake some of them up by hallooing, but the more noise he made, the more
attain.
At
last
QUEER
l6
STORIES.
Then he gave over shaking them slept. and shouting at them, and sat down. As soon as he was quiet they began to wake up again. soundly they
"
" Hello
them open
cried Bob,
!
or three of
their eyes.
" If you'd only keep
them, and then they
By keeping
all
quite
Then they
up.
when he saw two
all
still till I
get awake," said one of
went to sleep again. he got them pretty well waked
still
fell
to
counting their toes, to keep
from becoming too much interested
in
Bobby,
for just so
sure as they get interested or excited, the Sleepy-headed fall
People
began
to
Presently the
asleep.
mumble
reader awoke,
a lot of stuff out of the big
and
book, about
Epaminondas, and Sesostris, and Cyaxeres, and Clearchus, and the rest, and they all grew a little more wake-
When
ful.
gan
to
he came to an account of a battle,
be interested a
yawned and
little in
cried out, "
Read
the story, but
Bobby
all
be-
the others
across, read across
" !
and
the reader straightway read clear across the page, mixing the two columns into hopeless nonsense, so as to destroy the interest.
"
I
know
growing
Then they
all
waked up
again.
a better thtory than that air
tired of the long
"
said
!
mumbling reading
Bobby,
of the dull
book. " Do
you ? Tell it," said the reader. So Bobby began to tell them some of
upon which they
all
grew interested and
his adventures,
fell
asleep.
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE, " Don't
any more when he awoke. tell
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like that," said the little reader,
" What'th the matter weth it?
Heap
better thtory
than that big book that you're a mumblin' over, Mr, Puddin'."
"
We
reader.
don't like interesting stories," said the sleepy
"
us to sleep.
They put
This
is
the best book
Ancient History, and it hasn't got but a few interesting spots in the whole of it. Those we keep sewed up, so that we can't read them. The rest is all so nice and dull, that it keeps us awake all in the world.
It's
Rollin's
day."
Bobby
stared, but said nothing.
"Can you
sing ?" said
one of the plump
little
old
women, "
Yeth,
I
can sing
" Let's have
keeps
I
it.
Dandy
Jim."
do love singing
;
it
soothes
me and
me awake."
Thus
entreated,
little
Bobby stood up and sang one
verse of a negro song he had heard, which ran "
:
When de preacher took his tex' He look so berry much perplex' Fur nothin' come acrost his mine But Dandy Jim from Caroline " !
Bobby
shut his eyes tight, and threw his head back
and sang through
his nose, as
he had seen big folks do.
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He
these impressive put the whole of his httle soul into and finished he had When words. opened his eyes to
discover what effect his vocal exertions had produced, his audience
"
Well,
"The
I
was of course never
tune's
" !
said
fast asleep.
Bob. lively," said
awful
too
the
little
old
"
You ought to be ashamed woman, when she woke up. of yourself Now, hear me sing." And she began, in a slow, solemn movement, the most drawling tune you ever heard, and they all joined in the same fashion :
" Poor old Pidy,
She died
last
Poor old
creetur,
The
to the
"
finish the line, while
speak, Bobby burst out with " La that'th the toon !
"
wouldn't, hey
"
No,
I
wouldn't,
Whereupon went
the
fast asleep,
?
little
little
they were
of the turkey-buzzards, so to
tails
wouldn't thing that." " You
:
turkey-buzzards
But before they could yet hanging
Friday
:
the
said the
old
cow died
woman,
on.
I
getting angry.
dumplin'."
woman
got so furious that she
and the reader, growing interested and tumbled off his chair on his head, but
falling into a doze,
as his
head was quite
soft
and puttyish,
particular harm, except that the
soundly than ever.
fall
it
did
made him
him no
sleep
more
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE.
I9
When they had waked up again, Bobby thought to
move
on, but as soon as he
offered to
it
time
move, the Sleepy-
heads surrounded him and began to sing a drawHng song, He soon found that they which made Bobby sleepy.
meant
to
make him one
all to his taste.
held him
He
of themselves,
and
was not
this
at
struggled to get away, but something What should he do ?
about the feet.
Suddenly a bright thought came to his relief The Sleepy-heads were now all standing in a ring around him.
He began
"My
to tell a story at the top of his voice
gran'pappy, he
Injun he chopped
my
tomahawk, and But at this point
fit
:
weth a red Injun.
gran'pappy's finger
off"
An' the weth
his
" all
the
little
people got intensely ex-
Bobby's gran'pappy's fight, and so, of course, fell asleep and fell forward into a pile on top of Bobby, who had an awful time getting out from under the heap. cited over
wake up and to out screamed feet, Bobby gran'pappy, he up weth his hatchet and he
Just as he emerged, the people began to lay hold of his
"And my split the
but
:
nasty ole red Injun's head open
"
They were all fast asleep again. Bobby now ran off" toward the door, not further
caring to go he knew there though reached the door at last,
at present,
any underground were other wonders beyond. He but it was closed. There was no key-hole even. After looking around a long time he found the Fly-
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a up-thc-creek fairy, not far from the door, sitting by him. over old owl with a large, against sitting "
Give
me
the key to the door, Ole
Ke-whack
fire,
"
said
!
Bobby. "
Oh, no
Do you
I
!
think
I
will
not give you
would give you
my
my
clothes,
ke-whack
party clothes
If
?
Now
it.
I
can't give
you
my
you
You
hadn't sung so loud, the door wouldn't have shut. scared
!
and so
fine clothes,
"
you'll have to stay here, ke-whack! Poor Bobby sat down by the fire, not knowing what " I don't want to he to do. stay here, Ke-whack "'
!
whimpered. " Tell him about the Sleepy-headed People," said the
owl to Bobby, solemnly. " Shut up, old man, or
I'll
bite
your head
off!
"
said
the Fly-up-the creek to the owl.
"
Do
say," said the owl.
as I
you'll turn to
an owl or a bat.
heads are his cousins
Be
he doesn't
" If you stay here,
The Sleepy-
quick. like
to hear
about
them." " " Don't mind a word the old man says, ke-whack " Give me the key, then," said Bobby. !
"
Do
as
I
say," said the owl.
The Fly-up-the-creek uttered an angry " ke-whack and
tried to bite off the owl's head, but the
hopped out of his way. his adventures
among
Bobby began
"old
"
man"
to tell the story of
the Sleepy-heads, and the stake-
BOBBY AND THE KEY-HOLE. driver kept crying,
words
;
amazed "
or
"
Ke-whack ke-whack shrill
to
!
!
but as Bobby's
drown
his
voice rose higher the stake-
Bobby was
became weaker and weaker.
driver's voice
so
"
21
that he stopped.
Go on
" !
" or you'll never get out, groaned the owl,
either."
I
So Bobby kept up his talk lying senseless on the floor.
until the stake-driver
was
" Put the key in the lock, quick," cried the owL " " Where is the key ? " His fine clothes. Take them off, Cap first quick !
Bobby began with and vest and boots. " Put them in the
" !
the cap, then stripped off the coat "
keyhole, quick
!
said the owl. for
the stake-driver was reviving.
Where "There *
!
the key-hole
is
" ?
there !" cried the owl, pointing to the
fire.
time the Fly-up-the-creek had already begun to reach out for his clothes, which Bobby hastily threw into
By
the
this
fire.
swung
The
fire
went
the
great
door near by
open, and the big-eyed owl, followed by Bobby,
walked out, saying, " I'm
Somehow,
in
owl, but an old
down
out,
free at last."
the daylight, he was not any longer an
man
in
gray clothes,
who hobbled
off
the road.
And Bobby
looked
after
him
driver, shorn of his fine clothes,
until
he saw the stake-
sweep over
his
head and
22
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go flying up the creek again. his father's cabin, saying
"Well,
I
ever did see
And
I
never in all
think
it
!
Then he turned toward
:
Ef that haint the beatinest thing
my born'd days." was.
I
MR. BLAKE'S WALKING-STICK. L THE WALKING-STICK WALKS.
OOME *^
men
carry them,
I
carried his cane for.
weight.
Some men make
carry canes.
never could I
am
sure
For he was neither
He was
a
tall,
straight
tell
just
what Mr. Blake
did not often feel his
it
nor
old,
the canes
rich,
nor lazy. as if he loved
man, who walked
to walk, with a cheerful tread that
was good to see. I am It was not one of
sure he didn't carry the cane for show.
those
little
sickly yellow things, that
some men nurse
as
might a lapdog. It was a great black ebony, with a box-wood head, and I think
tenderly as they stick of solid
Mr. Blake carried that of an old
it
for
And
company.
it
had a face,
like
man, carved on one side of the box-wood
Mr. Blake kept it ringing in a hearty way upon pavement as he walked, and the boys would look up
head. the
from their marbles when they heard comes Mr. Blake, the minister " !
it,
and say: "There
And
I
think that
nearly every invalid and poor person in Thornton
knew
the cheerful voice of the minister's stout ebony stick. It
was a
clear, crisp,
sunshiny morning
in
December.
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The
leaves were
all
gone, and the long lines
houses that were hid away
of
white frame
the thick trees during the
in
summer, showed themselves standing in straight rows now that the trees were bare. And Purser, Pond & Co.'s great factory on the brook in the valley below was plainly to
be seen, with
shimmering
long rows of windows shining and
its
the brilliant sun, and
in
its
brick
chimney
reached up like the Tower of Babel, and poured out a steady stream of dense, black smoke.
was
just such a shining winter
Mr. Blake morning. and his walking-stick were just starting out for a walk to" It's a fine gether. morning," thought the minister, as he shut the parsonage gate. And when he struck the It
cane sharply on the stones " " It's a fine
morning So they were able
to Scripture, because they
Just as he
party of
boys
:
to walk together, according
were agreed.
came round the corner the minister found
a
They had already heard was a fine morning before Mr.
waiting for him.
the cane remarking that
Blake came "
answered him cheerily
The cane always agreed with
!
Mr. Blake.
it
it
in sight.
Mr. Blake," said the three boys. Good-morning, my boys I'm glad to see you," said the minister, and he clapped " Old Ebony" down on the " I am sidewalk, and it said glad to see you." " *' Mr. Blake said Fred White, scratching his brown
Good-morning
!
"
;
!
head and looking
a little puzzled.
" Mr. Blake,
if it ain't
MR. BLAKE
any harm a boy,
if you mean
I
S
WALKING-STICK.
don't mind, "
you know,
25
telling a fellow,
Just here he stopped talking
;
for
though he kept on scratching vigorously, no more words would come and comical Sammy Bantam, who stood ;
"Keep
alongside, whispered,
cow
will give
down
Fred
;
the old
"
after a while
Then Fred laughed, and
!
the other boys, and the min-
laughed, and the cane could do nothing but stamp
ister its
a-scratching,
amusement.
foot in
" what Well, Fred," said the minister,
"
But Fred couldn't speak now Sammy had to do the talking himself. out."
who had stopped
boy,
his age,
oft"
short
Speak and
is it ?
for laughing,
He was
a
stumpy
and yovi couldn't guess
;
because his face was so
much
older than
his
body. "
You
ing
"
we bo}'s know if there wasn't any harm in )'our tellwhy, we Avanted to knoAV what kind of a thing we
wanted
]\Ir.
see,
Blake,"
said
Sammy,
to
are going to have on Christmas at our Sunday-school."
"
you ing.
Well, boys,
do.
The
I
don't
know any more about
teachers will talk
They have already
it
settled
it
yet than
over at their next meet-
some
things, but
I
have
"
not heard what " I hope it will be something good to eat," said
my
Tommy's body looked
Puffer.
I
world like
was an india-rubber pudding-bag, shouldn't like to say that Tommy was a glut-
a pudding-bag.
though.
for all the
Tom-
It
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But
ton.
am
I
sure that no
boy of
his
of sight, in the same space of time, so
age could put out
many dough-nuts,
ginger-snaps, tea-cakes, apple-dumphngs, pumpkin-pies,
puddings, ice-creams, raisins, nuts, and other Other people stared at him in wonder.
jelly-tarts,
things of the sort.
He was
never too
him, and
at
parties his all
when
said
Tommy
weak and
she could
ways getting
and rolled
to eat,
to take anything that
full
if it
he hoped
I
hope
it
Tommy
with.
al-
So
would be something nice though he had a
the boys laughed, and Mr.
all
think even the cane would have smiled
I
had thought ''
to stuff
was offered
mother was
his soft lips about, as
cream-tart in his mouth,
Blake smiled.
foolish
it
polite.
it'll
Fred
be something pleasant," said
Welch.
and
"
So do
I," said
"
So do
I,
all
back,
the
stumpy
way down
" So do
little
Tommy
Bantam.
boys," said Mr. Blake, as he turned the block Old so do
Ebony kept
away
;
calling
" I
boys Mr. l^lake and his friend the cane kept on down the street, until they stood in front of a building that was " The Yellow Row." It was a called long, two-story frame building, that had once been inhabited by genteel people.
Why
I,
!
they ever built
!
it
in
that shape, or
why
they daubed it with yellow paint, is more than I can tell. But it had gone out of fashion, and now it was, as the bo}'s expressed
" it,
seedy."
Old hats and old clothes
MR. BLAKE'S WALKING-STICK.
many
filled
of the places once
filled
by
2/ Into one
glass.
room of this row Mr. Blake entered, saying " " How are you, Aunt Parm'ly ?
:
"
I know'd Howd'y, Mr. Blake, howd'y you was a-comin', honey, fer I hyeard the sound of yer cane afore !
you come
I'm mis'able these yer days, tjiank you. got a headache, an' a backache, and a toothache in
I'se
in.
de boot" suppose the poor old colored woman meant to say " to boot." that she had a toothache " You see, Mr. Blake, Jane's got a little sumpin to do now, and we can git bread enough, thank the Lord, but I
as fer coal, that's the hardest of
all.
We
has to buy
it
by
the bucketful, and that's mighty high at fifteen cents a
bucket.
An' pears
like
head on account of
we
my
couldn't never git nothin' a-
roomatiz.
Where de
coal's to
come from dis ere winter I don't know, cep de good Lord it down out of the sky and I reckon stone-coal don't never come dat dar road." After some more talk, Mr. Blake went in to see Peter
sends
;
Sitles, the blind
" "
I
That
broom-maker.
hyeard yer air
stick,
preacher Blake," said
Sitles.
whole rigimint of An' I've been a-havin' on the
stick o' yourn's better'n a
doctors fer the blues.
blues powerful bad, Mr. Blake, these yer last few days. I
remembered what you was asaying
was
here, about
trustin' of the
the last time
good Lord,
But
I've
you had
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28
a purty consid'able heartache under
Now,
my jacket
Ben of mine," and here
there's that
fer all that.
Sitles pointed
whose pants
to a restless little fellow of nine years old,
had been patched and pieced until they had more colors than Joseph's coat. He was barefoot, ragged, and looked hungry, as some poor children always do. Their minds seem hungrier than their bodies. He was rocking a baby in an old cradle. "There's Ben," continued the blind man, " he's as peart a boy as you ever see, preacher Blake, ef I do say it as hadn't orter say it. Bennie hain't got no clothes.
I
can't beg.
But Ben
Here Peter Sitles choked a little. " How's broom-making Peter? "
Well, you see,
"
orter be in school."
said the minister.
the machines as
it's
is
a-spoiling us.
The machines makes brooms cheap, and what can feller like
fingers
?
a blind
me do
agin the machines with nothing but
'Tain't
no sort
machines, when
o'
use to butt
my
got no eyes nother.
I ain't
my
head agin the It's
like a
Ef I could only edgoat trying it on a locomotive. dicate Peter and the other two, I'd be satisfied. You never had no book-larnin' myself, and proper no more'n a cow can climb a tree." see, I
" cost
But, Mr. Sitles,
you
?
"
" More'n dollars,
and
how much would
a
I
can't talk
broom-machine
asked the minister. it's if it
any use
to think on.
It'll
cost seventy
cost seventy cents 'twould be jest exactly
seventy cents more'n
I
could afford to pay.
P'or the
MR. BLAKE
WALKING-STICK.
29
washin' don't go noways towards feedin' the four children, let alone buying
money mj at all
me
woman
S
ole
fer
gits
a machine."
The
minister looked at his cane, but
Something must be done.
him.
of that.
The
it
did not answer
minister was sure
But what
Perhaps the walking-stick was, too.
?
That was the question.
The
minister told Sitles good-by, and started to
make
And
on the way the cane kept crying out, Something vmst be done something MUST be done something MUST be done," making the must ring out other "
visits.
When
Mr. Blake and the walkingmarket-house, just as they turned off from
sharper every time. stick got to the
Milk Street into the busier Main Street, the cane changed " But what but what but tune and to
its
begun
WHAT
but
minister's
say,
WHAT,"
until
it
said
it
so sharply that the
head ached, and he put Old Ebony under his it couldn't talk any more. It was a way he
arm, so that
had of hushing
it
up when he wanted
to think.
II.
LONG-HEADED WILLIE. "
De
biskits
is
cold,
and de steaks
is
cold as
as
ice,
and dinner's spiled " said Curlypate, a girl about three years old, as Mr. Blake came in from his forenoon of visit!
ing.
She
tried to look
very
much vexed and
"
put out,"
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30
but there was always either a smile or a cry hidden away in her dimpled cheek, " Pshaw Curlypate," said Mr. Blake as he put down " " And he lifted his cane, you don't scold worth a cent !
!
her up and kissed her.
And
then
Mamma Blake
smiled, and they
all sat
down
While they ate, Mr. Blake told about his morning visits, and spoke of Parm'ly without coal, and Peter Sitles with no broom-machine, and described little
to the table.
Ben Sitles' hungry face, and told how he had visited the widow Martin, who had no sewing-machine, and who had The overto receive help from the overseer of the poor. seer told her that she
years old,
help
;
must bind out her daughter, twelve
and her boy often,
if
she expected to have any
and the mother's heart was just about broken
at
the thought of losing her children.
Now, while
all this
minister's son, a
was taking
boy about
place, Willie Blake, the
thirteen years of age, sat
the big porcelain water-pitcher, listening to
all
that
by was
His deep blue eyes looked past the pitcher at his father, then at his mother, taking in all their descriptions said.
of poverty with a wondrous pitifulness.
say much.
What went on
But he did not
long head I do not was one of those heads that projected forin his
know, for his ward and backward, and the top of which overhung the Now and base, for all the world like a load of hay. then his mother looked at him, as
if
she would like to
MR. BLAKE'S WALKING-STICK.
31
see through and read his thoughts. But I think she didn't see anything but the straight, silken, fine, flossy hair, silvery white,
he turned
touched a
little
only a
bit
little
as
looking from one to the other, with a tinge of what people call a golden, but what is really a sort of it
in
He
a pleasant straw color.
questions, and
like
laughed
usually talked, and asked
other boys
;
now he
but
seemed
to be swallowing the words of his father and mother more rapidly even than he did his dinner for, like most boys, he ate as if it were a great waste of time to eat. But when he was done he did not hurry off as ;
eagerly as usual to reading or to play.
He
sat
and
listened.
"
What makes you
Helen, his sister. " What
you
look so sober, Wihie
thinkin', Willie
" ?
''
?
asked
saia Curlypate, peer-
ing through the pitcher handle at him. "
" Willie," broke in his father,
mamma
"
Sugar
"Out
at
I
are go-
"
broke in Curlypate. continued Mr. Blake, stroking Sugar Hill,"
Hill
the Curlypate, shall
O my
and
"
ing to a wedding out at Sugar Hill ;
"and
not be back
till
as
!
I
have some
bedtime.
I
am
calls to
sorry to
make, we
keep you Saturday afternoon, but we have no other housekeeper but you and Helen. See that the children get their suppers early, and be careful about from your play
fire."
this
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32
believe to
I
mand
"be
STORIES.
careful about fire
" is
the last com-
that every parent gives to children on leaving
them
alone.
Now
I
know
who write stories are very make their boys too good. I
that people
nowadays not to
careful
" taking on ought to represent Willie as a good deal when he found that he couldn't play all Saturday afternoon, as he had expected. But I shall not. For "
supposaithat
one thing, If I tell
I
at least, in
you
that he
is
my
story,
is
true
;
that
good you may believe
is,
it.
Willie. I
have
seen him.
He
only said,
"
Yes,
sir."
Mrs. Blake did not keep a
girl.
get a small fortune of a salary.
The So
minister did not
happened that Willie knew pretty well how to keep house. He was a brave never ashamed to his mother in a boy, good help it
manly way. He could wash dishes and milk the and often, when mamma had a sick-headache, had cow, he gotten a good breakfast, never forgetting tea and toast right
for the invalid.
So Sancho, the Canadian pony, was harnessed to the minister's rusty buggy, and Mr. and Mrs. Blake got in and told the children good-by. Then Sancho started off,
and had gone about ten
" denly reined up with a
"Willie "Sir."
" !
Whoa
said Mr. Blake.
steps, " !
when he was
sud-
MR. BLAKE " Be careful about
"Yes,
S
WALKING-STICK.
33
fire."
sir."
And
then old blackey-brown Sancho moved on in a gentle trot, and Willie and Helen and Richard went into the house, where Curlypate had already gone, and where
they found her on tiptoe, with her short the sugar-bowl, trying in vain to find a
not go in
to pieces in the
her desire to
make
little
lump
fingers in
that
would
vigorous squeeze that she gave
sure of
it.
So Willie washed the dishes, while Helen wiped them, and Richard put them away, and they had a merry time, though Willie had to soothe several rising disputes between Helen and Richard.
was gotten
in,
the carpet
in
Then
a glorious lot of
wood
and Helen came near sweeping a hole in her desire to " mamma."
Curlypate went
eager
in
surprise
the parlor and piled things up in a
wonderful way, declaring that she, too, was going to '' And doubtless mamma would have siisprise mamma."
no
felt
after
little
surprise
Curlypate
Later
"
put
if it
she could have seen the parlor to rights."
the evening the
in
cow was milked, and a plain Then Richard and Cur-
supper of bread and milk eaten.
And presently were put away for the night. Helen, who was bravely determined to keep Willie company, found her head trying to drop off her shoulders, lypate
and so she had to give up to the " sand man," and go bed. 3
to
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III.
THE WALKING-STICK A TALKING Willie was now
himself.
by
all
He
STICK.
put on more
fire, and lay wood, and drew up by back in it. It was very still he could hear every mouse The stillness seemed to settle clear down that moved.
the
the rocking-chair ;
to
his
heart.
wagon went clattering by. away in the distance, it seemed
Presently a
Then, as the sound died but he couldn't. Willie tried to sleep stiller than even He kept listening and after all he was listening to nothnothing but that awful clock, that would keep up ing ;
;
;
The
such a tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick.
down, out.
curtains were
and Willie didn't dare to raise them, or to
He
could feel
how dark
it
peep
was out doors.
But presently he forgot the stillness. He ing of what his father had said at dinner.
fell
to think-
He
thought
of poor old rheumatic Parm'ly, and her single bucket of He thought of the blind broom-maker coal at a time.
Avho needed a broom-machine, and of the poor
widow
whose children must be taken away because the mother had no sewing-machine. All of these thoughts made the night seem dark, and they
made
Willie's heart heavy.
But the thoughts kept him company. Then he wished he was rich, and he thought as rich as Captain Purser,
who owned
if
he were
the mill, he would
MR. BLAKE
WALKING-STICK.
'*'(."'
S
35
away sewing-ma^iines to all poor widows who needed them. But pshaw what was the use of wishing? give
!
how
His threadbare pantaloons told him from being rich.
But he would go
;
he was
he would become
He would make
a civil engineer.
when he became
to the Polytechnic
far off
celebrated.
a fortune some day Then he would give Widow
This was the nice castle
Martin a sewing-machine.
But
the air that Willie built.
he put on the down.
just as
in
last
stone a single thought knocked it What would become of the widow and her children while he was learning to be an engineer and making a fortune afterward
And where would
?
he get the money
question Willie had go asked every day for a year or two past. Unable to solve this problem, his head grew tired, and " Somehe lay down on the lounge, saying to himself, to the Polytechnic
to
thing must be done "
?
This
" !
Something must be done
body spoke.
He
last
"
Willie
!
was sure some-
There was nobody
looked around.
in
the room. "
" This time he saw in Something must be done the corner of the room, barely visible in the shadow, his father's cane. The voice seemed to come from that corner. !
"
Something MUST be done He could see its head, and the '
!
toward him.
How
bright
its
Yes, face
was the cane.
it
on one side was
eyes were
!
It
did
not
QUEER STORIES.
36
occur to Willie just then that there was anything surpris-
had
ing in the fact that the walking-stick
come
all
at
once be-
a talking stick, "
said the cane, lifting Something MUST be done its one foot up and bringing it down with emphasis at the word must, Willie felt pleased that the little old man I
"
!
mean his
should come to his help,
the walking-stick
"
you what,"
I tell
shady corner
stopped as "
shame
if
" ;
I
said tell
Old Ebony, hopping out of you what," it said, and then
to reflect; then finished
by
" saying,
It's
a
!
Willie
was about to ask the cane
to
what he
referred,
till Old Ebony got ready to But the walking-stick did not
but he thought best to wait tell
of his
own
accord.
think best to answer immediately, but took entirely a
new and
surprising track.
Scripture
"
It
actually went to quoting
!
" and eyes are dim," said the cane, learning canes weren't sent to school
My
much
;
young.
Won't you read the
thirty-fifth
I
never had
when
verse
I
was
of the
twentieth chapter of Acts." Willie turned to the stand and saw the Bible open at that verse.
enough
to
himself, for
read "
He did not feel him. He read
surprised.
It
seemed natural
the verse, not aloud, but to
Old Ebony seemed
to hear his thoughts.
He
:
Ye ought
to support the
weak, and to remember
MR. BLAKE'S WALKING-STICK.
the words of the
Lord
Jesus,
how he
37
said,
It is
more
blessed to give than to receive."
"
Now,"
said the walking-stick, stepping or
hopping the over and the toward thoughtfully leaning lounge up " the when that it is a shame that head of it, Now, I say birthday of that Lord Jesus, to give than to receive,
who
said
comes round,
it
all
is
more blessed
of }'ou Sunday-
school scholars are thinking only of what you are going to get."
Willie
was about
to say that they gave as well as re-
ceived on Christmas, and that his class had already raised
money to buy a Bible Dictionary for their teacher. But Old Ebony seemed to guess his thought, and he only
the
said,
"
And
that's
another shame
Willie couldn't see
how
" !
this could be,
and he thought
the walking-stick was using very strong language indeed. the cane spoke too sharply, for I don't I think
myself
and receiving from our But you don't care friends, but in neglecting the poor. what I think, you want to know what the cane said.
think the
harm
lies
in giving to
" I'm said Old pretty well acquainted with Scripture," Ebony, "having spent fourteen years in company with a minister.
Now
won't you please read the twelfth and
thirteenth verses of the fourteenth chapter of
But before the cane could
"
finish the sentence, Willie
heard some one opening the door. It was his father. He looked round in bewilderment. The oil in the lamp
QUEER STORIES.
38
had burned out, and
room
the
it
The
was dark.
fire
was low, and
chilly.
"
" where's Heigh-ho, Willie, my son," said Mr. Blake, your light, and where's your fire. This is a cold reception. What have you been doing ? " " and thinkListening to the cane talk," he replied ing what a foolish answer that was, he put on some more ;
who was lighting the lamp, said he must have been dreaming. The walking-stick stood coal, while his
mother,
in its corner, face
to the wall, as
if
it
had never been a
talking stick.
IV.
MR. BLAKE AGREES
WITH THE WALKING-STICK. *
Early on Sunday morning to think
him
about
Sitles,
But
all
to
Willie
awoke and began
wish he had
money
to
buy
And
then he thought of widow his thinking would do no good. Then
a broom-machine.
Martin.
and
he thought of what Old Ebony had said, and he wished he could know what that text was that the cane was just
going to quote.
"It was," said Willie, "the twelfth and thirteenth verses of the fourteenth chapter of something.
I'll
see."
So he began with the beginning of the Bible, and first at Genesis xiv. 12, 13. But it was about the time when Abraham had heard of the capture of Lot and
looked
MR. BLAKE'S WALKING-STICK.
mustered
his
army
He
to recapture him.
39
thought a min-
ute.
" That can't be what
it
is," said
WilHe,
"
I'll
look at
Exodus."
Exodus
In
it
was about standing
Red Sea might mean that
still
at the
and waiting for God's salvation. It God would deliver the poor. But that was not
what the cane gifts to friends.
w^as talking
about.
So he went on
to
just
was about giving But it was Leviticus. It
about the wave-offering, and the sin-offering, and the That was not it, and so he went from burnt-offering.
book
to
book
until
he had reached the twelfth and
thir-
teenth verses of the fourteenth chapter of the book of He was just reading in that place about SamJudges. son's riddle, when his mamma called him to breakfast.
He was
afraid to say anything about
fear of being
laughed
walking-stick said.
at.
And
But he was at family
the twentieth chapter of Acts.
it
at the table for
full
of what the
worship his father read When he came to the
being more blessed to give than to receive, " Willie said, That's what the cane said." " " What did you say ? asked his father. " I was only thinking out loud," said Willie. " Don't think out loud while I am reading," said Mr. part about
its
Blake. Willie did not find time to look
any further
for the
QUEER
40
STORIES.
He
wished his father had happened on them instead of the first text which the cane quoted. other verses.
In church he kept thinking cane.
"
Now
what could
all
the time about the
mean by
it
the twelfth and
thirteenth verses of the fourteenth chapter
anything
in
?
There
isn't
away presents to dream anyhow, and maybe
the Bible against giving
one's friends.
It
was only a
there's nothing in it."
But he forgot the services, I am sorry to say, in his thoughts. At last Mr. Blake arose to read his text. Willie looked at him, but thought of
what the cane
said.
But what was it that attracted his attention so quickly " " The twelfth and thirteenth verses " Twelfth and thirteenth *'
" !
said Willie to himself.
Of the fourteenth chapter,"
" Fourteenth chapter "Of Luke." Willie was
all ears,
" !
?
said the minister.
said Willie, almost aloud.
while Mr. Blake read
he also to him that bade him,
When
:
" Then said
thou makest a din-
ner or a supper, call not thy friends, nor thy brethren,
nor thy rich neighbors, lest they also bid thee again, and a recompense be made thee. But when thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, neither thy kinsmen,
the lame, the blind."
"That's it!" he
said,
half aloud,
but his mother
jogged him. Willie had never listened to a sermon as he did to
that.
MR. BLAKE
S
WALKING-STICK.
4T
He stopped two or three times to wonder whether the cane had been actually about to repeat his father's text to him, or whether he had not heard his father repeat it at some
time, and
am
I
had dreamed about
it.
tell you much about Mr. Blake's was a sermon that he and the walking-stick
not going to
sermon.
It
had prepared while they were going round among the I think Mr. Blake did not strike his cane down on poor, the sidewalk for nothing.
Most of
that
sermon must have
in that way, when he and the walking" For were saying, " Something must be done It told about the that was just what that sermon said.
been hammered out stick
!
wrong of
forgetting,
Christ, to
do anyBut Mr.
made everybody think. know how much of that sermon went
thing for the poor.
Blake did not
on the birthday of It
into
Willie Blake's long head, as he sat there with his white full
forehead turned up to his father.
V.
THE FATHER PREACHES AND THE SON PRACTISES.
That
afternoon Willie was at Sunday-school long be-
fore the time.
"
I'll
tell
He
had a plan,
you what, boys,"
Mr. Marble anything give us anything.
would use
this
Let's
for us with the
year
;
said he, "let's not give
and
get him
let's
ask him not to
to put the
money he
money we should spend on
a
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42
present for him, and give
it
to
buy
Aunt
coal for old
Parm'ly."
"
and
I
mean
to spend
Tommy
said
tarts,"
all
my money
on
soft
gum-drops
"they're splendid!"
Puffer;
and with that he began, as usual, to
roll
his soft lips to-
gether in a half-chewing, half-sucking manner, as if he had a half dozen cream-tarts under his tongue, and two
dozen gum-drops in his cheeks. " Tomm)'-," said stumpy little
good thing you
Sammy Bantam,
didn't live in Egypt,
Tommy,
"
in the
it's
a
days
of Joseph."
"
Why ?
"
asked
Tommy.
"Because," said Sammy, looking around the room absently, as if he hardly knew what he was going to say, " because, you see" and then he opened a book and began to read, as if he had forgotten to finish the sentence.
"
"
Well,
why
" ?
demanded Tommy,
sharply,
Joseph had had to feed you during the seven years of plenty, there wouldn't have been a Well, because
morsel
left for
if
the years of famine
The boys laughed
Tommy
reddened a
as
boys little and
" !
will
at a
good
shot,
said, regretfully, that
and he
guessed the Egyptians hadn't any doughnuts. Willie did not forget his main purpose, but carried the point in his
own
class.
some of the boys and
He
girls in
still
had time to speak to
other classes.
Everybody
MR. BLAKE'S WALKING-STICK.
liked to
do what Willie asked
;
43
there was something sweet
and strong in his blue eyes, eyes that " did not seem to have any bottom, they were so deep," one of the girls said. Soon there was an excitement in the school, and about the door; girls and boys talking and discussing, but as soon as any opposition came up Willie's half-coax-
way bore it down. I think he was much It helped by Sammy's wit, which was all on his side. ing but decided
was agreed, to teachers,
finally, that
whatever scholars meant to give
or teachers
to scholars,
should go to the
poor.
The
much
teachers caught the enthusiasm, and were very
in favor of the project, for in the
whole movement
fruit of their own teaching. The superintendent had been detained, and was
they saw the
prised to find
the school standing
in
sur-
knots about the
He
soon called them to order, and expressed his There regrets that they should get into such disorder. was a smile on all faces, and he saw that there was someroom.
thing more in the apparent disorder than he thought. After school it was fixed that each class should find its
own
case of poverty.
women's Bible
classes
broom-machine, a
class
The young men's and
any
had
its
class to see that
young
undertook to supply Sitles with a of girls took Aunt Parm'ly under
their wing, other classes
so each class
the
knew
hands
Widow
of other cases of need, and
But Willie could not get Martin had a sewing-machine.
full.
QUEER STORIES.
44 That was
for his
left
eight boys do
own; and how should
a class of
it ?
VI.
SIXTY-FIVE DOLLARS,
Willie took ured on
it.
the machine.
buy
Tommy little
The seven boys were
He
had gone home.
Puffer
staying, and
like
a
the boys into the parsonage. They figThere were sixty-five dollars to be raised to
said he didn't feel
Sammy Bantam thought he must be
hungry.
Willie attacked the problem
ward
together, for
that
To-
sixty-five dollars.
amount they had three
dollars
and a half that
they had intended to spend on a present for Mr. Marble. That left just sixty-one dollars and fifty cents to be raised.
He
Willie ran across the street and brought Mr. Marble. said he had
apiece,
rather
made up
his
mind
to give the
and that each book would cost a
more than he could
well afford
;
boys a
dollar.
book
It
was
but as he had in-
tended to give eight dollars for their presents, and as he was pleased with their unselfish behavior, he would make it
ten. "
Good
" !
said Charley Somerset,
" that makes bright side of things, dollars and a half."
who always saw
it all,
the
except fifty-one
MR. BLAKE "
S
WALKING-STICK,
" and you're eleven feet
Sammy Bantam,
Yes," said
high, lacking a couple of yards
45
" !
Willie next called his father in, and inquired
how much
Christmas present was to cost. " Three and a half," said his father. " That's a lot Will
his
you give me the money
!
stead
in-
" ?
" Yes
I meant to give you a Life of George and some other books on engineering." Stephenson,
This
;
but
made
Willie think a
moment
walking-stick in the corner, he said
but seeing the " Mrs. Martin must
:
;
have a machine, and that three and a half makes seventeen dollars.
How to get the other forty-eight is
the question."
Mr. Blake and Mr. Marble both agreed that the boys could not raise so much money, and should not under-
But Willie said there was nobody to do it, and he guessed it would come somehow. The other boys,
take
it.
when they came their presents
to church that evening, told Willie that
were commuted
money also
for
twenty-five dollars toward the amount.
so they
;
had
But that was the
end of
it, and there were forty dollars yet to come Willie lay awake that night, thinking. Mr. Marble's !
class could not
had given
all
raise the
they could.
give in their classes.
spare besides to just
it
;
money.
buy
And
And
All the other classes
would each
the teachers
they had raised
nuts and candy
they would do without candy
all
Good
!
!
!
they could
That was
QUEER STORIES.
46
At
school the next morning, Willie's white head was
He made
bobbing about eagerly. sign a petition, asking the
every boy and girl Sunday-school teachers not to
give them any nuts or candy.
Tommy Pufifer.
He
They might
candy.
school, or
twinkle in
said
it
They all signed except was real mean not to have any
just as well not
have any Sunday-
any Christmas either. But seeing a naughty Sammy Bantam's eye, he waddled away, while
fired a shot after him, by remarking that, if had been one of the shepherds in Bethlehem, he wouldn't have listened to the angels till he bed inquired
Sammy Tommy if
they had any lemon-drops in their pockets That night the extra Teachers' Meeting was held, !
and
in
walked white-headed Willie with stunted
Bantam
keep him
at his heels to
in
countenance.
Sammy When
was presented. Miss Belden, who sat near " Well done Willie." Willie, said, " But I who was of about protest," said Mrs. Pufifer " I as handsome a figure as her son protest against such an outrage on the children. My Tommy's been a-feeling their petition
!
bad about
it all
day.
It'll
break his heart
if
he don't get
some candy." Willie
was shy, but
for a
moment he
turning his intelligent blue eyes
"
It will
break Mrs. Martin's heart
taken away from her." " " Well," said Mrs. PufTer,
forgot
it,
and,
on Mrs. Puffer, he said
I
if
her children are
always did hear that the
MR. BLAKE
preacher's
take
S
WALKING-STICK.
boy was the worst
any impudence.
My
in the
parish,
47
and
I
won't
son will join the Mission
School, where they aren't too stingy to give him a bit of "
candy
And
!
Mrs.
Puffer
left,
and
everybody was
pleased.
Willie got the
money
on making up their
but the teachers had counted
;
festival
mostly with cakes and other
So that the candy by families. was sixteen and Willie was yet a long dollars, money only way off from having the amount he needed. Twentyfour dollars were yet wanting. dainties, contributed
VII.
THE WIDOW AND THE FATHERLESS.
The husband railroad
accident.
Widow
Martin had been killed by a The family were very poor. Mrs.
of
Martin could sew, and she could have sustained her family
if
she had had a machine.
But
fingers are not
worth much against iron wheels. And so, while others had machines, Mrs. Martin could not make much without one.
She had been obliged
to ask help
from the overseer
of the poor.
not
Mr. Lampeer, the overseer, was a hard man. He had skill enough to detect impostors, and so he had come
to believe that
everybody who was poor was
rascally.
QUEER
48
STORIES.
He had
but one eye, and he turned his head round in a That dreadful one curious way to look at you out of it.
eye always seemed to be going to shoot. His voice had not a chord of tenderness in it, but was in every way harsh and hard. It was said that he had been a schoolmaster once.
Widow
I
pity the scholars.
you could call it living in a tumble-down-looking house, that would not have stood many earthquakes. She had tried diligently to support Martin lived
if
her family and keep them together
;
but the wolf stood
Sewing by hand did not bring in quite money enough to buy bread and clothes for four well children, and pay the expenses of poor little Harry's
always at the door.
sickness
been
through the summer and fall Harry had At last the food was gone, and there was
for all
;
sick.
nothing to buy fuel with.
Mrs. Martin had to go to the
overseer of the poor.
She was Martin
;
a
little,
shy, hard-working
when she took her
so
of every sort in
seat
Mr. Lampeer's
woman,
among
office,
this
Mrs.
the paupers
and waited her
was with a trembling heart. She watched the turn, hard man, who didn't mean to be so hard, but who it
couldn't
tell
counterfeit
;
the difference between a good face and a
she watched him as he went through with
the different cases, and her heart beat every minute
and more with
violently.
When
more
he came to her he broke out
MR. BLAKE'S WALKING-STICK. " What's joiir the world as
if
name?
"
49
sounded
in a voice that
he were accusing her of robbing a
"Sarah Martin,"
for all
safe.
said the
widow, trembling with terand growing red and white in turns. Mr. Lampeer,
ror,
who was on
the lookout for any sign of guiltiness, was
now
sure that Mrs. Martin could not be honest.
"
Where do you
live ?
"
This was spoken with a half
sneer.
" In Slab Alley," whispered the widow,
was scared out of "
How many
children have
Mrs. Martin gave him the
him of
ages, telling
and an
little
"
you got list
?
of her
five,
Harry, who was
with their
six years old
is
twelve, and a
girl.
I
have a place for must bind them
You think, for the boy, too. Mr. Slicker, the landlord of the Farmers' Hotel, take the girl, and I think James Sweeny will take the
her, and,
will
her voice
invalid.
" Your oldest
out.
for
her.
I
boy to run errands about the livery stable. I'll send you some provisions and coal to-day but you must let the children go. I'll come to your house in a few days. ;
Don't object I won't hear a word. If you're as poor as you let on to be, you'll be glad enough to get your young ones into places where they'll get enough to eat. That's ;
all
not a word, now."
plicant, leaving the
cold.
4
And
widow
to
he turned to the next ap-. go home with her heart
STORIES.
QUEER
50
What kind of a Let Susie go to Slicker's tavern house would it be without her ? Who would attend to !
the house while she sewed of her girl in such a place
had
to wait
to send
on Harry
him away
forever was to
hope of ever being in better circumstances. she could not sew, and the children could never
shut out
Then
?
And what would become And then to send George, who ?
all
God
help her.
public charity
pity the people that
into the
fall
!
The next few days wore heavily on with
What
to
slept at
do she did not know.
all.
hands of
When
At
the widow.
night she scarcely
she did drop into a sleep, she
that her children were starving,
and woke
dreamed
in fright.
Then
she slept again, and dreamed that a one-eyed robber had gotten in at the window, and was carrying off Susie and
morning came. The last of the food and Widow Martin sat down to
George.
At
was eaten
for breakfast,
wait.
last
Her mind was
starve to death
horrible state of doubt.
in a
together,
or to give
To
up her children
!
That was the question which many a poor mother's heart has had to decide. Mrs. Martin soon became so nervous
She could not keep back the tears, and when Susie and George put their arms about her
she could not sew.
neck and asked what was the matter, ter
worse.
It
was
sleigh-bells jingled
the
it
made
the mat-
day before Christmas.
merrily.
Even
in
The
Slab Alley one
could hear sounds of joy at the approaching
festivities.
MR. BLAKE'S WALKING-STICK.
5
1
But there was no joy in Widow Martin's house or heart. The dinner-hour had come and passed. The Uttle chil-
And
dren were hungry.
yet Mrs. Martin had not
made
up her mind.
At
the appointed time
Lampeer came.
He
took out
the two indentures with which the mother was to, sign
away
all
that the
two eldest
right to her
widow
do no work
for
told
her
him
own
right to love children.
if
It
was
in vain
she lost them she could
support, and must be forever a
Lampeer had an
pauper.
his eye,
that
children.
idea that no poor person had a
Parental love was, in his eyes, or
an expensive luxury that none but the rich should in.
indulge " Mrs.
Martin," he said,
indentures,
by which your
"you may
girl will
either sign these
get a
good place
as a
nurse and errand-girl for the tavern-keeper's wife, and
have plenty to eat and get to be a good " With and you your young ones may starve that he took his hat and opened the door, " " I must have medicine " said Mrs. Martin. Stop and food, or Harry will not live till Sunday. I will sign."
your boy
will
hostler, or
!
!
The papers were again spread out. The poor-master jerked the folds out of them impatiently, in a way that seemed, to say, " You keep me an unconscionable long time about a very small matter."
When
the papers were spread out, Mrs. Martin's two
oldest children,
who began
to understand
what was going
52
QUEER STORIES.
on, cried bitterly.
Mrs. Martin took the pen and was
about to sign. But it was necessary to have two witnesses, and so Lampeer took his hat and called a neighbor-woman, for the second witness. Mrs. Martin delayed the signature as long as she But seeing no other help, she took up the pen. could.
She thought of Abraham with the knife in his hand. She hoped that an angel would call out of heaven to her But as there was no voice from heaven, she relief. dipped the pen in the ink. Just then some one happened to knock at the door,
and the poor woman's nerves were so weak that she let the pen fall, and sank into a chair. Lampeer, who stood near the door, opened it with an impatient jerk, and did the angel of deliverance enter It
?
was only Willie Blake and
Sammy
Bantam.
VIII.
SHARPS AND BETWEENS.
Let
us go back.
We
over that twenty-four
left
Willie awhile ago puzzling
many hours of Sammy about how they should dollars.
After
thought and talk with manage it, two gentlemen gave them nine dollars, and so But that fifteen there was but fifteen more to be raised.
seemed harder
to get than the fifty they
had already got-
T- T-* S WALKING-STICK. MR. BLAKE
At
53
thought of something. They would Mr. Sharps would throw try the sewing-machine man. ten.
last Willie
off fifteen dollars.
But they did not know Mr. Sharps. Though he made fifteen dollars on the machine, he hated to throw anything off. He was always glad to put on.
more than
described him by saying that " Mr. Sharps was not for-giving but he was for-getting."
Sammy
They
talked; they told the story
they begged. not afford to could throw off a cent. Sharps really ;
Mr.
He
was poor. Taxes were high. He gave a great deal. (I do not know what he called a great deal. He had been to church three times in a year, and twice he had put a
penny
in the plate.
And
suppose Mr. Sharps thought that
I
was, for him, poor fellow.) And then the butcher had raised the price of meat and he a great deal.
so
it
;
had
to
dollars
for
pay twenty-three Really, he was too poor. daughter.
a bonnet
for
his
So the boys went
away down-hearted. went straight to an uncle of his, who was one of the editors of the Thornton Daily Bugle. After
But
Sammy
a private talk with Willie followed his
him he
Sammy
started
this time.
back to Mr. Sharps. What Sammy had in
head Willie could not make out. " I'll fix him " That was the only word !
tered on the
"
Sammy
ut-
back.
way " Now, Mr, Sharps," he began, my
uncle's
name
is
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54
Maybe you know
Josiah Penn.
He's one of the
him.
editors of the Thornton Daily Bugle.
with him.
If
you
ing-machine for
let
me
I've
been talking
have a Feeler and Stilson sew-
fifty dollars, I will
have a good notice put
in the
Daily Bugled Mr. Sharps whistles a minute. not do it. No, he was too poor.
He
thought he could
"Well, then, Willie," said Sammy, "we'll go across the street and try the agent of the Hillrocks and Nibbs
machine.
"O chine.
I
think Mr. Betweens will take
my
offer."
Mr. Sharps, "you don't want that maonly a single thread, and it will ravel, and
!" said It's
you don't want that." Indeed, my mother says there isn't a pin to choose between them," said Sammy "and I can give Mr. Bewell
"
;
tweens just as good a notice as
"Very
well
;
I
could give you."
take the machine for
fifty dollars.
just out of pity for the widow, you know. could stand by and see suffering and not relieve it
won't forget about that notice will
you
?
in the
I
do
I
never
it.
You
Daily Bugle, though,
"
No, Sammy wouldn't forget. It was now the day before Christmas, and the boys thought they had better get the machine down there.
So they found
Billy Horton, who belonged to their and who drove an express wagon, and told him about it. He undertook to take it down. But first, he
class,
MR. BLAKE
, ',-.
WALKING-STICK.
S
drove around the town and picked up class, that
the boys of the
they might share
in the pleasure.
a gentleman
who had heard
Meantime, forts,
all
gave him a
five-dollar bill for
55
Widow
of Willie's
Martin.
ef-
This
Willie invested in provisions, which he instructed the grocer to send to the widow.
He and Sammy
hurried
down
to
Widow
Martin's and
got there, as I told you in the last chapter, just as she was about to sign away all right, title, and interest in two of
them away at the command of the hard Mr, Lampeer, who was very much irritated that he should be interrupted just at the moment when he was
her children
;
to sign
about to carry the point for he loved to carry a point better than to eat his breakfast. ;
IX.
THE ANGEL STAYS THE HAND.
When
the boys
came
in,
they told the widow that
they wished to speak with little sick Harry. They talked to Harry awhile, without noticing what was going on in the other part of the room.
Presently Willie
felt his
he saw Susie's tearful give in
arm
face.
me and George away."
pulled.
Somehow
school had the habit of coming
Willie for help, and to
Looking round, let mother
" Please don't all
the children
to this
long-headed
him Susie came.
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56
That word
of Susie's
moment he had
Now
for.
awakened
Up
Willie.
not thought what Mr.
to that
Lampeer was there
he saw Mrs. Martin holding the pen with trem-
bling hand, and to
making motions in the air preparatory Most people not used to writing, writing her name.
When
write in the air before they touch the paper. lie
saw
Wil-
he flew across the room and thrust his hand
this,
upon the place where the name ought to be, saying, " Don't do Don't give away your that, Mrs. Martin !
children
Poor knife
" !
woman
!
the pen dropped from her
hand
as the
She grasped Wil-
had dropped from Abraham's.
arm, saying,
lie's *'
How
can
I
help
it ?
Do
tell
me
" !
But Lampeer had grasped the other arm, and broke out with " You
rogue, what do you
mean
" ?
Willie's fine blue eyes turned quickly into
one
muddy
Lampeer's
eye.
" " Let he said, go " don't strike
very quietly but very determe, or my father will take the law
!
minedly on you."
;
Lampeer
let
go.
Just then the groceries came, and a minute later, Billy Horton's wagon drove up with the machine, and all the
other boys,
who came
in
and shook hands with the poor
but delighted mother and her children.
I
cannot
tell
MR. BLAKE
S
WALKING-STICK.
57
you any more about that scene. I only know peer went out angry and muttering.
that
Lam-
He went down
to the
X.
TOMMY PUFFER. Willie was happy
that night.
festival at the Mission.
oyster-like
body among
There was
Tommy
Puffer's soft,
the scholars of the Mission.
He
was waiting for something good. His mouth and eyes were watering. He looked triumphantly at the boys from the other school.
They wouldn't
The superintendent announced
get anything so nice.
no boy's name would
that
"
be called for a paper bag of refreshments but those who had been present two Sundays. And so poor starving '
had to carry his pudding-bag of a body a chance to give it an extra stuffing. without again
Tommy home
'
Puffer
XI.
AN ODD PARTY. I
CANNOT
machine
to
you about the giving of the broomthe blind broom-maker of the ton of coal to tell
Aunt Parm'ly, and
;
of
all
the other things that happened
on Christmas Day when the presents were given. leave these things out.
As
for
I
must
Aunt Parm'ly, she
said
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58
she did not know, but dat dare coal seemed like
from de sky. But there was an ample
it
come
boys at the Sunday-school, for many biscuits, and cakes, and pies had been baked. But every time WiUie looked at the walkfeast yet for the
" the poor, the maimed, the lame, so he and Sammy Bantam soon set
ing-stick he thought of
And
and the blind."
the whole school, teachers and
all,
with the idea of
a-fire
It was inviting in the inmates of the county poor-house. not half so hard to persuade the members of the school
to
do
this as
it
was
coax them to the
to
when people have found out how good they like to do good again.
first
it
is
move
to
;
for
do good,
There was old crazy Newberry, who had a game-bag slung about his neck, and who imagined that the little pebbles in it were of priceless
Such
a
company
was
it
!
Old Dorothy, who was nearly eighty, and who, thanks to the meanness of the authorities, had not tasted any delicacy, not so much as a cup of tea, since she had value.
been
in
whole less
the almshouse
idiots,
and
;
and there were
and crippled people, armpeople, blind people and deaf.
people and legless
find.
They were
the disgust of
Tommy
Tommy
little
children,
fed with the
things provided for the Sunday-school to
and
sick people,
Such an assortment of men, women, and
you cannot often
half-idiots,
children,
Puffer and his mother.
was bent on getting something to eat here.
good
much For
MR. BLAKE'S WALKING-STICK.
$9
There were plenty of people who claimed the credit of suggesting this lie
way
of spending the Christmas.
did not say anything about
Wil-
he remembered what
had said about blowing a trumpet before you. think Sammy Bantam trumpeted Willie's fame
Christ
But
it,
for
I
enough. It
would be hard
the most.
But
I
I
cannot
the Old Ebony.
who enjoyed
think the givers found
than the receivers.
rounds
to tell
tell.
What If
talk
it
the Christmas
more blessed
Mr. Blake heard
you want
to
in his
know, you must ask
THE CHAIRS
IN COUNCIL.
was a quiet autumn afternoon,
ITa lounge, my
was stretched on
with a pile of newspapers for a pillow. I that I succeeded in getting any information
do not know into
I
head by putting newspapers under it. But on afternoon I was attacked by a disease of
this particular
They would droop. I name the doctors call this
the eyes, or rather of the eyelids.
don't
know
by what learned
disease, but, as
I
could not read with
my
eyes closing
every second or two, I just tucked my newspapers away under my head and rested my eyelids awhile.
remember
I
that there was a hen cackling in the barn,
and a big bumble-bee buzzing and bumbling around in a consequential way among the roses under the window, and
I
could hear the voices of the children
yard playing with their dishes. I don't know how long I had
lain thus.
in the
But
I
front
remem-
ber that the cackling hen and the bumbling bee and the
laughing children seemed to get farther and farther away, All at once the sounds becoming less and less distinct. the sewing chair that sat alongside of me, with a pile of
magazines on
it,
began
to rock,
and
as
it
rocked
it
moved
THE CHAIRS off
from me.
ing hold of
move
I felt
it,
but
And
it.
IN COUNCIL.
surprised,
my
and
at first
6l
thought of tak-
arm seemed so tired that
I
couldn't
the chair rocked itself across the floor, and
through the door into the sitting-room. And as I looked after it, I saw my old library chair hobble into the sitting-
room,
also.
puffing
Then came
the well-cushioned easy chair,
and panting good naturedly, as it rolled smoothly castors. I was just wondering what all this
along on
meant, when the parlor door opened, and there marched chairs, behind which gathered
in a procession of parlor
Next came
the plainer cane-seat ones of the dining-room.
a solemn line of black,
wooden
kitchen chairs.
Then
I
heard a commotion above, and the staid bedroom seats
made
a fearful racket as they
" Are
A
all in
faint noise
came an
now
" ?
was heard on the
arm
chair that
It
had
lain in
for years,
came down the
steps.
said the easy chair, blandly,
old
mother.
webs
we
steps,
and presently
had belonged
to
my
in
grand-
the garret covered with spider
and indeed
it
was quite infirm
in the joints,
and must have had a hard time getting down two
flights
of stairs. I
now
tried to
move, determined
was the matter with the crept
"
all
over
me and
I
lay
to
go and see what
furniture, but the tired feeling still.
Well," said the easy chair, who seemed to be presi" we are dent, ready for business." There was a confused murmur, and the next I knew
62
QUEER STORIES.
one of the damask satin parlor chairs was speaking in a very polished and dignified way about the grievances of parlor chairs in general.
" close
It's
too bad," said he, " to be always shut up in a
room except when
there's
better-looking chairs than
we
company.
We
are.
perior class of beings,
and
lead so secluded a
when one wants
life
mired.
These cane-seat
wooden
fellows
"
I
belong to a su-
trying to one's nerves to
is
chairs,
be generally ad-
to
and those low, black,
"
trust there will "
chair.
it
There are no
The kitchen
be no personalities," said the easy wooden, but that is not
chairs are
and as to their being black, that's a mere " matter of paint, a mere matter of paint and the easy chair shook his cushioned sides as if he thought this last
their fault
;
;
remark a piece of exquisite pleasantry. "
Damask
say," continued
"
say that these common-place fellows are constantly admitted to the society of the family, and we, genteel as we are, have I
to live secluded.
But
for that
Satin, Esq.,
matter
I
I
should rather be
shut up always than be forced into association with these
common
cane-seat and those low, vulgar,
"Order!"
said
the
easy chair;
wooden
"I must
call
"
Mr.
Satin to order."
"
Why,
one of the cane-seats, "the insolence He's good for nothinsufferable Nobody hkes to use him. He wasn't
sir," said
of that parlor fellow ing but show.
is
!
THE CHAIRS made
IN COUNCIL.
63
any useful purpose. Talk about a thing being Let him have the children make a trying to his nerves Let him have some steamboat of him as they do of me for
!
!
awkward
fellow rack his joints
ing back
against the
wall.
by sitting on him and leanThen let him talk about
hard enough, sir, to have to be used in that fashion without being compelled to associate, as we have nerves
It's
!
with
to,
those low,
wooden
listen
to the abuse of that
dandy
in
"
I
damask
fellows,
and then have
to
pampered, good-for-nothing "
satin, that
" that the debate will trust," said the easy chair,
not proceed in this way. I am sorry that so much discontent is manifested. The life of a chair is certainly not altogether unpleasant
wooden, but as
;
at least
I
have not found
" Sir," said one of the kitchen chairs,
"
was made so
I
;
and
I
know
I
I
it
so."
know
am
I
am
black, but,
you observed awhile ago, that is a question of paint." "A mere question of paint," said the easy chair again,
evidently delighted to have his witticism quoted. " when " But, sir," continued the wooden chair,
new
was not
I
to be
laughed
at.
If
I
was black,
nished brightly and glistened beautifully
maker sun.
set
And
me and my then,
foreheads, and
way,
sir, in
I
sir,
brothers, here, out in a
we each had
assure you
our way.
when
But,
was
was var-
the chair-
row
in the
a large yellow rose on our
we were sir,
I
I
you
beautiful in our talk
a chair not being altogether unpleasant.
about the
Perhaps
own
life
of
not, for
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64
an easy chair, so nicely cushioned as you are. Every time our owner sits down in your arms she says, Well, this is '
most comfortable seat
just the
praises me.
body ever
me
or one of
my
If a
in the
world
neighbor drops
'
But no-
!
in
and takes
fellows, the mistress just says,
'
Don't
take that uncomfortable chair,' and immediately offers
one of these cane-seats. sir
;
That's the
way
and when anybody wants a chair
mistress says,
'
Take
a
wooden
of Johnny's boot nails on
caused by Bridget's using " put the washtub on
one.'
we're insulted,
to stand on, the
Just see the marks
me now, and that scratch, m6 and one of my fellows to
!
The black
chair subsided with the look of an injured
individual, and the high chair commenced to complain, but was interrupted by the sewing chair, who thought that " females had some rights," She was silenced, how-
ever,
my
by
grandmother's old chair, who leaned on the
table while she spoke.
neglect of old age Just at this to a
by moment,
hubbub, and bade
some ward
ously as
library chair
The
old lady complained of the
the younger generation.
began
as the fair to
political
meeting was getting
in-
dissolve as unceremoni-
meetings do,
my
staid
old
to talk, looking very learned at the
same time.
"Mr.
" President," said he,
have taken.
A
chair
is
The
race of chairs
I
regret the turn affairs a
is
an insignia of honor, as
I
very honorable one.
migiit prove
by many
THE CHAIRS
When human
eminent authorities.
some one
IN COUNCIL.
65
beings wish to
move
to the presidency of a meeting, they
the Hon. Jonathan Wire-worker be called to
And then they call him the chair-va-im. honor to be a chair, whether it be a parlor
tJic
Now chair,
call
that
chair.
it
is
an
bottomed
with damask satin, or a hair-seat chair, or a cane-seat chair, a high chair, or a baby's rocking chair, or a super-
annuated chair
bottomed tell
you,
an easy
chair, or a
wooden-
chair, or a learned library chair, like myself. sir, it is
the fact that
"And What
in a garret, or
I
am
now,
an honor to be a chair. a chair.
sir,
we
[Cries of hear
I !
am proud hear
!
I
of
!]
are each adapted to our station.
kind of a kitchen chair would one of these high-
headed, damask satin parlor gentlemen make? How would they stand washtubs and boot heels ? And what sort of a looking parlor chair
Bottom, be?
Even
if
would
my
friend,
Mr.
Wooden
he were new, and covered with
black varnish, and had a yellow rose on his forehead,
would he look among the carpet
"
how
pictures, and on the nice parlor
?
Now
let
us each stick to our several stations, and not
degrade ourselves by learning the evil and discontented human beings, each one of whom thinks his lot
habits of
the hardest."
provoked at this last remark, and was going to get up and dissolve the meeting, but the library chair said something about what a glorious thing it was I felt
a
little
5
QUEER STORIES.
66
and then they all applauded, damask satins, wooden bottoms, and all and then everything was in a
to
be a
chair,
;
Avhirl,
as
it
and
was
I
rubbed
at first,
peeped into the their places as
my
eyes, and the sewing chair sat just
with the pile of magazines on parlor,
stiff"
and the damask
as ever.
their places so quickly
I
How
couldn't
all
they
tell.
I
it,
and
I
were
in
got back
in
satins
went
into the
dining-room and found Allegra perched on the high chair, lashing two of the cane-seat ones that were thrown
down
for horses.
And
I
rubbed
my
eyes again,
I
must have
slept.
WHAT THE TEA-KETTLE BOUT
A -^^^
heve
been
SAID.
the time the chairs had a talk together, I
Well, ever since that time
told you.
afflicted,
now and
the eyes, inclining
them
then, with that to close.
In
I
be-
have
I
same disease of
fact, I
am
rather of
the opinion that the affliction must be one of the ear, too,
hear some curious things while the spell is on. Either that, or else something has "gotten into" the for
I
furniture about
my
house.
beats
It
all,
the time
I
had
It was a cold, wet October day, the wind the other day. whistled through the key-holes and shook the sash vio-
lently,
while the rain drizzled wretchedly against the
glass.
As
there happened to be no
a seat in the kitchen.
There
I
fire
anywhere
else, I
sat in the heat of the
took
cook-
and reading, or trying to read Rollings "Ancient But the book was dull, and the day was dull, History." and it really seemed to me that I was duller than anything
ing-stove,
else.
and
Hannibal and Themistocles, Spain and Carthage,
Rome seemed
to
me
the dullest things in the world.
wondered how people that were so dull had managed to live, and how so stupid a fellow as Monsieur Rollin ever I
QUEER STORIES.
68
contrived to write so big and dull a book. in the rain, too, to
very dull
It
did seem
keep pattering away
at the
glass in that stupid fashion.
And fill
get
so
my
the tea-kettle and set "
" Good dull
leaned back in
I
day
!
said
like the
I
"
it
chair,
and watched Brid-
over the
fire.
Bridget, there's
;
no music on a
cheery singing of the tea-kettle."
And Biddy
laughed, as she went out, and back again, and closed my eyes. All at once keen, piping voice, saying, " Hum hum Simmer !
leaned
I
I
heard a
We'll soon have things a-
!
going."
The sound seemed
come up out of
was so surprised that There was the
I
spout.
to
looked around.
hear no sound from it
Closing
it.
the tea-kettle
eyes and I could but tea-kettle,
I
rubbed
my
my
eyes again,
heard
begin,
"
Simmer, simmer, hum, hum, now
have things
we'll
a-going.
Hot
simmer.
There's nothing like contentment,"
*'
I
But
it's
a
forever.
There's
my
this
Simmer, simmer, hum, hum, it went on.
!
hard to
little
simmer
bright.
fire,
But
sister,
She goes
I
sit
here and simmer, simmer,
keep on singing, and
am happy.
I
Bridget always keeps her
the tea-pot.
into the best society, sits
by
the side
of the china cups on the tea-tray that has flowers painted
on
it
;
vain
little
thing
proud of her graceful
is
waist.
my
sister tea-pot
!
Dreadful
Thinks her crooked nose
is
WHAT THE TEA-KETTLE
am
glad of
the china.
among she be
make
feel proud of her
I
it.
But,
me
la,
didn't help her
if I
She
straight one.
my
prettier than
!
SAID.
is
handsome, and
when
I
fire
I
see her sitting
of what account would
know how they'd What would she be good
I'd like to
?
tea without hot water
!
any how, if I didn't do the drudgery would ruin her complexion
for,
69
This
for her ?
!
"
Whew
The
!
this is
hot work."
tea-kettle's voice
had grown higher and higher,
she was almost shrieking by this time, and so she
until
went on. " But then,
mean
to
don't
mean
keep cheerful.
But
I
the kitchen, always
to be I
proud or envious.
do get
the pots.
among
tired of staying in
I'm a good singer,
my voice, my nose.
and
There are
my
They won't
ac-
but the world don't seem to appreciate '
Chicken " But
'
Little I
cousins, the
knowledge
says that
wish
I
I
sing through
could travel a
little.
family of steam boilers.
their relationship to
I
me any
more.
But what
huge locomotive, with such a horrid voice, that goes puffing and screeching past here every morning ? is
that
What I
he but a great, big, black tea-kettle on wheels wish I was on wheels, and then I could travel, too.
But
is
this old stove
!
won't budge, no matter
how
high
I
get
the steam.
"
they do say the tea-kettle family is much older But wouldn't I like to than the steam boiler family.
And
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70
travel
I
!
wonder
if
I
couldn't start off this old stove. "
Bridget's out, and the master's asleep, and I was just going to tell the kettle I was wide awake, but I didn't feel like talking, and so the kettle went on.
"
Yes,
I
have a good mind to try
Wouldn't
it.
it
be
move the old cooking stove ? Wouldn't Bridget stare, when she came back, if she should see the Home Companion running off down the railroad a brilliant thing,
if I
could
'
'
track
?
"Whew! lid
down
I
so tight
believe
I'll
burst.
can't breathe
I
Bridget's
jammed
the
!
" But I'm going to try to be a locomotive.
Here
goes."
Here the
stopped singing, and the steam poured lid, and the kettle hissed
kettle
out the spout and pushed up the
and
rattled
afraid
was
it
would run
in vain.
kettle
"
and rattled and hissed so that
And
commenced
Well, what
off with the stove. so, as the fire
began
I
really
was
But
all its pufifing
to
go down, the
to sing again.
a fool
I
was
!
" I'm I never shall be anything only a tea-kettle else and so there's the end of it. It's my business to ;
;
stay here and do
my
duty
in
the kitchen.
industrious, cheerful tea-kettle
I
suppose an
just as useful in
its
place
steam engine yes, and just as happy, too. And if must stay in this kitchen among the pots the rest of my
as a I
is
;
WHAT THE TEA-KETTLE days,
I
mean
kitchen in
all
to
do
my
share to
tea-kettle died
eyes. " Tea
it
the cheerfulest
down
to a plain-
heard Sunbeam say, " He's She always thinks I'm asleep when I rest my
simmer, simmer, and
asleep."
make
71
the country."
Here the voice of the tive
SAID.
is
I
ready," said three of them, at once.
CROOKED GRIP
was a queer
JACK.
Queer because he never got enough money, and yet never seemed to know the right use of money. His family had the bare fellow.
JACK
life, but his wife was a drudge, and his children had neither books nor pictures, nor any of those other things so necessary to the right education of chil-
comforts of
Jack was yet young, but he was in great danger of becoming a miser. The truth was, he had made up dren.
took him some time to make up his mind to be dishonest, but he was in a hurry to be
mind
his
and
rich,
to get rich.
lately
It
he had been what
his neighbors called
he was selling his conscience for gold, but gold could never buy it back.
"slippery"
On
Poor Jack
in his dealings.
a certain night in
November, the night
story begins. Jack was not at ease. that he
had made money.
He was
but something troubled him.
was
!
that
my
His accounts showed getting rich very
Shall
I
tell
fast,
you what
it
?
Just next to Jack's farm was a perfect beauty of a
little
on which lived the Widow Lundy. Her husband had bought the farm, and borrowed money of Jack Grip
place,
CROOKED JACK. to
pay
for
It
it.
73
was about half paid for when poor by a falling tree. There was some
Lundy was killed money due him, and he had a little property besides, so that the widow sent word to Mr. Grip that if he would only wait
till
she could get her means together, she would
But times were hard, and Jack make two thousand dollars by forcing the
pay up the remainder. saw a chance
to
farm and buying it himself. It just fitted on to his lower field. It went hard to turn the widow out, sale of the
made up his mind that he would be rich. make it seem right, but he couldn't. He had
but Jack Grip
He
tried to
forced the sale less
than
it
;
he had bought the place for two thousand
was worth.
The widow was little left,
Poor
and
little
it
to
move
She had
the next morning.
was a sad night
in the small
brown house.
Jane, only ten years old, cried herself to sleep,
to think she
must leave her home, and Harry was to go mother found some way of
to live with an aunt until his
making a living. Poor Jack could not
sleep
and dare not pray.
He
" devourkept thinking of something in the Bible about
He
ing widows' houses."
could not forget the face of an
Quaker who had met him on the road that day and said: "Friend Jack, thy ways are crooked before the Lord " " Maybe they are," said Jack, " but my money old
!
is
as straight as anybody's,
nearer straight than
it
and
my
was before
I
farm
is
a
good deal
bought the
Lundy
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Jack could not sleep, however, for thinking of He tried to think the old Quaker and his solemn words. place."
that his possessions were straight
When
he did
he dreamed he was the young ruler that gave up money then he was the rich
sleep,
Christ for the sake of his
man
anyhow.
At
in torment.
last
the sun was shining in at
;
he opened his eyes, and though the windows, he thought things
bedstead.
The chairs were crooked, so was the The window was crooked, the whole house
seemed
be crooked.
looked curious.
to
old and
Jack got up, and found he was The cat and dog on the himself.
crooked
crooked hearth were crooked.
house but Jack.
He
took his
out through the crooked door,
among
There was nobody in the crooked stick, and went
down
the crooked walk,
the crooked trees, along the wall into the crooked
cemetery, where were crooked graves with the names of As crooked Jack, with his wife and children over them.
by his crooked dog, took his crooked way back, he met the old Quaker, who said
his
crooked
stick, followed
" Friend He Jack, thy ways are very crooked." went in at a crooked gate, and up the crooked walk again
:
among the crooked trees, in at the crooked door, and sat down on the crooked chair by the crooked hearth. The crooked dog lay down by him, and the crooked cat mewed.
He opened
gold coins were " a crooked old
all
crooked money-box and the " Here I said crooked.
man
his
am,"
in a
Jack,
crooked old house, with no
CROOKED JACK. friends but this crooked old
What
is all
my
75
dog and crooked
crooked money worth
?
old cat.
What crooked
ways I took to get it." Crooked old Jack felt sick and lay down upon his crooked old bed. Somehow, his crooked old money-box Then got upon his breast and seemed to smother him. crooked account-books piled themselves upon him,
his
and
it
seemed impossible
for
him
He
to breathe.
tried
and the only answer he received was a low growl from the crooked old Then the crooked old cat mewed. dog. to call out, but his voice died to a whisper,
Just then Jack Grip awoke, and found that a crooked
dream
;
but the perspiration stood
all
in
this
was
beads on
brow, and though it was broad daylight, and his wife and children were about him, Jack thought things were indeed crooked. In the first place. Jack was sure that his
his
farm was crooked, for his new addition was
than stolen.
made
it
His
a pleasant
home was home.
little
better
crooked, for he had not
His children were crooked, for
he was not educating them right. And then, at bottom, he knew that his own heart was the crookedest thing of all.
The Lundys were
all
packed ready to start that But a messenger from tears.
morning. Bitter were their Mr. Grip brought them a deed to their farm, and a note, saying that, as some amend for the trouble he had given
them, Mrs. Lundy would please accept the amount due on the farm as a present.
still
^6
QUEER STORIES.
There are many crooked people in the world some When you get to be a in one way, some in another. crooked old man, or a crooked old woman, will your life ;
look crooked to you as crooked Jack's did to him
?
THE FUNNY LITTLE OLD WOMAN. T ITTLE -*
'
two
if
too, as
any thing went at all wrong, she would go wrong, if it would do any good to do wrong. Some peo-
crooked themselves. a few big ones, that
straightening a is
mend crooked
There are some
seem
seam that
things
by getting
little girls,
to think the quickest
is
puckered
way
of
pucker a face
to
is
and not
straight.
Sometimes her if
pretty as any
might want. But Tilda Tulip tilted her on a moment's notice. If any thing and things had a way of going wrong with
ple are always trying to
that
lips as
lips into a pout,
went wrong her
Tilda Tulip had two
little girl
friends
would ask what she would do
her face were to freeze in frowns, but her Uncle John
used to say that she was always too hot to freeze. One evening she came to Uncle John with the usual frown,
showing him her new brocade away carelessly, and it was all
She had put
doll dress. in
"
it
beggars' presses."
"dear me! I "Just see, Uncle John," she whined never get any thing nice that it isn't spoiled somehow or other. Isn't that too bad ? This dress has been wrinkled ;
week, and now it will never come smooth at all." " That's " but there bad, surely," said Uncle John,
for a
is
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78
something more than finer than that " presses.'
that
is
"
Why,
STORIES,
that.
I
brocade
no, Uncle John,
I
know something
silk,
that
is all
in
of yours
'
beggars'
haven't any thing so fine as
you know, and now this is all puckered and wrinkled " and krinkled, and what will I do ? " Do " Give me your hand," said Uncle John. you
this,
see that skin
?
chubby cheeks
There
no
is
silk so fine as that.
are covered with a skin that
is finer.
These But
puckered about your eyes and of your mouth, you have the corner and forehead your kept it puckered and wrinkled and krinkled as you say,
you have kept
till I
am
afraid
this skin
it
will
never be straight.
hot iron would smoothe
Now
it.
Do you
I
don't think a
" ?
Uncle John spoke very kindly, indeed.
were no
wrinkles
wrinkles in their words. kindness, naughty
little
Some
people have But notwithstanding her uncle's
his
in
There
voice.
Tilda Tulip went off in a pout, was " real mean. He
and declared that Uncle John never
And
feels
sorry for a
body when they
are in trouble."
so she wrinkled her voice into a whine, and wrinkled
and puckered her face up most frightfully. At last, tired of teasing and talking and troubling, Tilda Tulip tumbled into her trundle-bed and was tucked
Everybody was glad when she went to sleep. Everybody dreaded the time when she should wake up. She was a good girl when she was asleep.
tightly
in.
*
THE FUNNY LITTLE OLD WOMAN. She dreamed.
It
was a funny dream.
I
79 think she
must have remembered what Uncle John said, for she thought she saw a funny Hitle old house, by a funny little old
hill,
came
near a funny
a funny
little
little
old
old bridge.
woman, with
Out
of this house
a funny
little
old
bonnet, carrying a funny little with a funny little old cane in
old bag on her back, and Her face was her hand.
wrinkled and cross
all
wrinkled
over,
and she stooped
But she tossed her funny little old bag on to dreadfully. the back of a funny little old donkey, and climbed up her-
Then she was
self.
cross with the funny
little
old bag,
and mad with the funny little old donkey, and she beat him with a funny little old stick, and scolded and scolded with a funny
little
old cracked, quivering, peevish, hateful
voice.
And
So Tilda followed her as she rode, and all the rude " There goes the funny boys along the road cried out, little
old
woman and
her donkey
" !
And
a beautiful lady
came along, and when she met the funny Httle old woman, " O she sat down on a stone and wept, and said, Miriam, "
But the funny little old woman only And Tilda beat her donkey and scolded more than ever. wondered why the beautiful woman called the funny little
my
old
daughter
woman
!
her daughter.
And
Tilda dreamed that
many
days passed, and that every day the funny little old woman rode on the funny little old donkey to the city. And every day the beautiful woman wept and said, " O
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"
my
Miriam, beautiful
daughter
!
One day
woman and spoke
"Why
do you
call
to her.
that
daughter ? " Because she is my daughter." " But she is so much older than said the beautiful
the history of the funny
donkey is
to
not old
;
little
hateful,
funny,
old
"
woman your
"Why,"
Tilda approached the
little
town every day but she was a
?
are."
you
woman,
" don't you
old
woman
She
is
my
pouted, and scolded and screamed. I do not to wrinkle.
brow began
that rides her
She
daughter.
She
cross child.
know
fretted
She frowned
know whether
till
and her
a fairy
enchanted her or not, but when she became angry there was one wrinkle that could not be removed. The next
When
time she was mad, another wrinkle remained.
she
found that the wrinkles would not come out she became
mad
at that,
sion there
and of course, every time she got
came
other wrinkles.
Her once
grew worse.
beautiful voice
The
like a
cracked
face
then they grew crosswise
;
tin
began
to
sound
wrinkles soon covered her ;
you see
it is all
in
beggars'
She got old she shrivelled up she stooped She became so cross that she spends most of her
presses.
over.
horn.
into a pas-
Then, too, her temper
;
;
little old house, to keep away from the must have something to do, and so she She She then gets angry at the stones and breaks them up. carries them to the city and throws them into the river.
time
in that
rest of us.
funny
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81
She must have something to beat, and so we let her have poor donkey, whose skin is thick. She beats him,
this
and thus people are saved from her ravings. I do not know whether she will ever come to her senses or not.
O
Miriam,
At
last
my
"
daughter
!
Tilda dreamed that the funny, wrinkled, cross,
woman, got down one day off her donkey, poured the stones out of the bag, and came and sat down by the beautiful lady. Then the funny little old woman old
little
She put her head
cried.
and
said,
away
"
O
mother,
in the lap of the beautiful lady,
how
shall I
get these wrinkles
!
And
the beautiful lady kissed her and said,
"
Ah my !
but cast out the bitterness from your heart, as you poured the stones from the bag, I shall not daughter,
if
you
will
care for the wrinkles
" ?
the funny little old woman the and donkey. Then she saw her carfeeding petting rying food to a poor widow. And every time the funny
The next day Tilda saw
little
woman did a kind act there was one wrinkle less And then she went into a hospital, and she face.
old
on her
was so kind to the sick that they old
woman.
And
still
all
loved the funny
the wrinkles
grew fewer, and the
form grew straighter, and the face grew fresher, people is
little
until all the
"Our funny little old woman And younger and still younger."
in the hospital said,
getting she became, until the beautiful lady kissed her younger really
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Miriam again, and the music came back
beautiful
And
voice once more. that
Miriam looked
seemed
like her
and found
dream
in
it
Tilda Tulip thought in her dream
like herself,
own mother.
morning,
for she
and that the beautiful lady
And
then she waked up
had dreamed
all this
long
one night.
And when
she was about to
fly into
a passion with her
stockings, in dressing, the thought of the funny
woman and
When
into her
her face
in
little
beggars' presses kept her from
she was dressed she told uncle Jack
all
old it.
about the
dream, and he smiled.
"Suppose you
woman
did,
try the plan that the funny
and see
if
you
wrinkles," he said to Tilda.
can't get rid of
little
some
old
of your
WIDOW
WIDOW
WONDERFUL
WIGGINS'
WIGGINS
was a wee, wiry, weird woman, a very wonderful cat, in-
with a wonderful cat
deed haps
The neighbors
!
was
it
;
I
don't
CAT.
all
know
said ;
it
was bewitched.
Per-
but a very wonderful cat
it
It had a strange way of knowing, when people were talking, whether what they said was right or wrong. If people said what they ought not to say, wee Widow Wiggins' wonderful cat would mew. Perhaps the cat had
was.
lived so long with the wee, wiry, weird
who was
widow woman,
one of the best in the world, that
her dislike to things that were wrong.
widow's neighbors were afraid of that
cat.
had gotten But the wee it
When
Mrs.
vixenish
a
virago, very vile, vinegar-tongued, abused her neighbors to the wee, wiry, weird, widow
Vine,
woman,
the
And so the And when
vile,
slender, slim, slippery Sly Slick, Esq., tried
lo persuade the
mewed like the
Wiggins' wonderful cat would mew. vixenish virago wished the cat was dead.
Widow
widow
furiously.
to swindle her neighbor, the cat
And
so
it
came
wee widow's wonderful
was a nuisance.
And
that Mr. Slick did not
cat.
In fact, he said
it
Tilda Tattle, the tiresome-tongued,
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84
town
mewed
all
And his
could not abide the cat, because the time she was tattling.
tale-bearer,
it
happened that good Deacon Pettibone, and who was even better than the deacon, were
so
wife,
it
about the only visitors the wee, weird Widow Wiggins had. As the deacon never said any harm of anybody, and as the deacon's wife never thought any harm, and as
wee widow woman never
the lie
any harm, the
felt
stretched out on the hearth
cat
would
day while these three
all
people talked.
good But though the deacon was good, and his wife was better, j-et the deacon's oldest son was not the boy he ought to have been. Somehow or other, as it will happen sometimes, he listened to everybody but his father
and
his mother.
Bad company
the deacon did not suspect
led
him
;
him
but
At
astray.
first
when he showed
signs of having been drinking, the deacon was very severe. 1
am
afraid there
father's severity.
told that
Tom
if
had
was not enough of kindness
At any
rate, after
awhile,
in the
Tom
was
he repeated the offence he must go from home. The deacon felt got to be a hard boy.
But when a boy shows that he is not overcome temptation while he is at home, I am
greatly provoked. able to
not sure that he will be any better I
don't think that helps
it.
But
if
he
Tom
sent
by himself. was bad, and so he is
had no right to complain. He yielded to temptation, and was sent away, his father telling him that he should never
WIDOW come back
WIGGINS'
WONDERFUL
CAT.
85
Deacon Pettibone thought he was do-
again.
am
was angry. Well, when Tom got away he did not get any better. He went down faster. At last his health broke down.
ing right, but
He
I
afraid he
thought of home as he walked around hardly able to But the deacon would not ask him back, nor
stand up.
would he encourage him even by a kind look
to ask to be
taken back again. The deacon's wife tried to persuade him. She cried. But the deacon said he must not break his
His wife told him that a rash word ought to be it did others harm. The deacon's wife grew
word.
broken where sick,
and the
vinegar-tongued, vixenish virago said
vile,
that the deacon
was an old brute.
The
tattling, tiresome-
tongued, town tale-bearer talked about a good things that she might say,
if
she wanted
to,
many
and she did
say that the deacon and his wife did not get on like angels.
But the wee, wiry, weird
wearily by
Widow Wiggins watched And
the bedside of the sick Mrs. Pettibone.
still Deacon Pettibone refused to break his word, though he was breaking his wife's heart, and breaking God's command, and ruining his son.
At
mother, longing for her son, thought of a plan by which to bring her husband to reason. " Fetch your cat over the next time you come," she last the sick
said to the wee, wiry,
And
so
when
widow woman.
the wee, weird
Widow Wiggins came
again, the wonderful cat followed her and lay
down by
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the stove.
"
you
"No,
deacon came
after the
sad but very stern. " Did see Tom
STORIES.
looking very
asked his wife.
?
didn't," said the deacon,
I
in,
"and
I
don't want
to."
"
Mew!
"
said the cat.
The deacon face
but he went on talking.
;
"
noticed the cat, and got a Httle red in the
I
tell
you what,
he must lie on it, " Mew mew !
"
I
can't
wife,
that's all " !
break
Tom
his
bed and
!
mew my word anyhow
come back, and he
made
has
"
!
shan't
;
so
now
I
;
said he shouldn't
there's
no use
in pin-
ing yourself to death over a scapegrace."
"
Mew
!
mew
!
mew
!
m-e-e-o-w
" !
shrieked the cat,
with every bristle on end, and her claws scratching the floor.
" Mrs. Wiggins,
wish you would keep that miserable cat at home," said the deacon and so the wee I
;
widow woman took up
the wonderful cat and carried
it
home. That night he thought he could hear that cat mewing at him all the time. He remembered that he had not seen Tom for But the poor deacon couldn't
some
days.
The deacon
What
if
he_was dying
rest.
?
It
was a long
night.
got to thinking of the touching and wonderful Parable of the Prodigal. And then in the stillat
last
WIDOW
WIGGINS'
ness he thought he could
WONDERFUL
hear something
mewing at him. At last daylight came, and he hastened a wretched garret racked with disease.
home
tenderly, and
his soul.
Tom
CAT.
in
8/
his
to find
He
got well both in his
heart
Tom
in
brought him body and in
The Chicken
Little
Stories.
SIMON AND THE GARULY. /~^ HICKEN ^~^
LITTLE
fixed herself
ing-chair, set her
mouth
up
in
her
new
in a
rock-
fashion,
very prim leaned her head on one side, and began to rock with her might, jerking her feet from the floor every time. " I " I yish," she began, yish somebody yould
some
stories yat
And
yould be
having made
little
me
for
this speech,
all
tell
to hear."
which was meant
as a
hint for me, she rocked harder than ever, nearly upsetting herself
"
two or three times.
What
shall
it
be about
" ?
I
said.
" 'Bout some naughty boy or 'nother." She likes to hear of naughty boys, but not of naughty girls.
sonal.
She thinks
And
stories of
naughty
girls are
a
little
per-
so, with her chair going and her shining eyes
peering out from under her overhanging forehead,
I
began
THE STORY. Simon was
a selfish
fellow.
He was
always willing
anybody should divide good things with him, but was never willing, himself, to divide with anybody else.
He
was never willing to play with others, for fear he would not be treated right. His two brothers and his
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92
sister
had
their playthings together, but
Simon would not
play with them, for fear he should not get his rights in all for himthings, and so he took his little stock and set up
His brothers and
self.
sister,
many more
together, had
of course,
than he.
by putting
Then,
too,
theirs
by work-
nice things.
up many managed But poor Simon had nobody to help him, and nobody to He So he came to feel very bad. play with him. to fix
ing together, they
thought everybody was angry with him.
One sunny
when
afternoon,
the other children were
laughing and shouting merrily, poor Simon tried to
be happy by himself.
Something
in
in his throat
vain
kept
choking him. I
("
guess
it
was the cry that choked him," broke in " I had a cry in my throat yester-
the Small Chicken. It
day. death,
was bigger than
till I
my
fist,
and most choked
me
to
let it
out") was what hurt him, and presently he let it Then graduas you say, and had a good, hard cry. he went off into a sort of doze. Soon he felt some-
Yes, that out, ally
thing strike him on the head.
"
Wake up
!
wake up
" !
and saw a funny, little, old man standing over him, who kept one of his eyes shut all the time, and looked out of the other with the queerest
Simon opened
his eyes,
twinkle in the world.
He had
a knotty stick in his hand,
and was tapping Simon over the head with
it.
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93
What do you want ? " growled Simon. With that the old man hit him another "
over the head. " Get up," he said, "-and
sharp blow
come with me, and
will
I
show you where I live. I am one of the Garulies." Simon got to his feet, partly because he was afraid of another blow from the cudgel, and partly because he had a very great desire to
know something
of the Garulies.
"Come man,
as
along! come along!" said he gave Simon another tap.
the queer
little
He
took the road through the woods pasture, down under Swallow Hill, and then through the blackberry " Bee Tree patch, until they came to the brook known as Run." Here, just at the foot of a large sycamore, and
among
its
roots,
large turtle shell
"
" if I
Get I
in
am
was fastened a curious boat, made of a turned upside down.
get in
!
"
squealed the
!
too large," said
Simon
;
little
old Garuly.
"that
craft will sink
step in."
In an instant the three
little
man
whirled round and hit him
tremendous raps over the head with
shouting, or rather squeaking, " Smaller smaller smaller !
!
his cudgel,
" !
The blows made Simon's head
ring,
but when he
re-
covered himself, he found that the turtle-shell boat appeared a great deal larger than before. Not only that, but every thing about him appeared larger.
He
soon
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STORIES.
discovered, however, that he was smaller, and that that
For you know
was what made other things seem larger. we measure everything by ourselves. ("
Mamma doesn't,"
said the Chicken
" ;
she measures
with a yard-stick.")
Simon prided himself on being so big, and it to him to find himself suddenly become small that a large rooster could have looked down upon Well,
was not pleasant so
But he did not say any thing,
him.
for fear of old
Ga-
ruly's stick, but just got into the boat as soon as possible. The old man got in, too, and they were soon floating
down
The brook seemed
the stream.
like a river,
and
the grass upon the banks was like trees, to Simon, now.
The old Garuly guided the boat over the rapids, that seemed frightful to Simon, and floated it down to where the cliffs were steep, and presently came to a place where the water runs under a large rock. The old man steered the queer craft into this dark, cave-like place, and shot up to a shelving landing-place. **
Get out
Simon "
Go
in the
"
in
" !
he squeaked.
did as he was !
go
in
" !
commanded.
cried the Garuly, pointing to a hole
cliff.
I
am
too large," said Simon.
And immediately the old man struck him over the head three times, as before, crying, "Smaller! smaller! smaller!"
SIMON AND THE GARULY.
95
Simon now found himself not more than as
He went
he was before.
also
grown
ber, all full of beautiful shells
furniture.
The
with the Garuly,
who had
Inside there was the daintiest cham-
smaller.
floor
and the room was
in
half as large
lit
wrought
was paved up by
three
into tiny articles of
with
shining pebbles,
fire-flies
and two glow-
worms. " How could you make the place so beautiful Simon.
" ?
cried
" The Garulies work together," said the old man, sharply.
The
little
door, but
man
Simon
told
Simon was
still
to
go
in
too large for
through another that, and so the
Garuly again pounded him, crying, " " Smaller smaller smaller !
!
Once
in,
Simon saw indeed
!
the treasures of the Ga-
There were easy-chairs, made of the ruly's household. hulls of hickory- nuts hammocks, made of the inside bark ;
of the
paw-paw
;
wash-bowls, curiously carved from the
hulls of beech-nuts
;
of the silver poplar.
and beautiful curtains, of the leaves The floor was paved with the seeds
of the wild grape, and beautifully carpeted with the
ens from the beech
made
and maple
trees.
of a great variety of mosses,
made
ures.
The beds were
woven together with
the utmost delicacy of workmanship.
tub
lich-
There was a bath-
of a mussel- shellj cut into beautiful
cameo
fig-
QUEER STORIES.
96 "
How
wonderful
"
cried Simon, clapping his hands. " " The Garulies work said the old man, together !
!
more decidedly than before. Simon noticed that his own voice was beginning to squeak like that of the old Garuly himself. But after seeing the interior of his dwelling, he would not have
minded being changed into a Garuly. The old man was now leading him out through a different entrance. Then along a path they went until they
came
to a fence, the rails of
which seemed to Simon to be
They crawled through the fence, and found themselves in a farm-yard. The chickens seemed
larger than logs.
to be larger than those great creatures that geologists say
once lived on the earth, and that were as high as a house. The bees seemed to Presently they came to a bee-stand.
Simon
to
be of immense
size,
and he was greatly
afraid
;
but the old Garuly spoke to the fierce-looking sentinel bee that stood by the door and shook one of his antennae in a friendly
way.
("His Aunt Annie?" " do you mean?
said Chicken Little.
" His antennae are his feelers, the
little
"What
hair-like things
that stand out from his head.")
Now the let
bees seemed to know the Garuly, and so they him pass in. But poor Simon had to be pounded
When again before he was small enough to go in. so small he got in, he saw a world of beauty. Being down
SIMON AND THE GARULY.
9/
and so near to the bees, he could see how beautiful their eyes were, made up of hundreds of little eyes, with little hairs growing out between them. And then, himself,
honey-comb seemed like Each well seemed
too, the full
of honey.
great, golden wells, as large as a barrel.
They climbed up along the sides of the combs, and saw some bees feeding the young, some building cells, some bringing in honey, some feeding the queen bee, some clearing out the waste matter, and others standing guard.
They
all
seemed
cheerful. "
" No piped the old man. bee is selfish. These bees will not live to eat this honey. Bees that work hard in summer only live to be about two **
Bees
months
all
work together
This honey
old.
how happy they all are. those who work together
!
is
stored for others.
How much may
But see
be done by
cheerfully."
Out of the hive they went, and back toward the GaBut the old man turned aside to go to an
ruly's house. ant-hill.
" Let's go in here," said the Garuly. " said Simon. I am too
No,
large,"
" Smaller
!
smaller
ing him over the head larger than the ants,
!
smaller
" !
again, until
cried the Garuly, beat-
Simon was not much
and the ants appeared
to
be as large
Down the well-like hole they climbed, until Here all were entered the chambers of the ants. they busy, some carrying out earth, others excavating new as ponies.
7
QUEER
98
STORIES.
chambers, others caring for the eggs, others bringing in But no food, while others were clearing out the road. none said had the heaviest load. that he one grumbled, " the little ants work to" See " cried the Garuly,
!
They have
gether.
all
things in
common.
There
is
no
and no quarrelling among them." Just then a wise old ant came up, and hearing the
selfishness
Garuly's remark, he said, ''Did you never hear the
''STORY OF THE SELFISH ANT?
"There was once satisfied.
who
who
always thought he had the hardest work in If he carried burdens, he complained that
cared for the eggs had the easiest time
he had charge of the eggs, he wished
some other kind of work. set
up
to dig
for himself.
and
find his
summer was gone a sorry place rain filled
month
could never be
He
the world.
those
a selfish ant
it
up
It
last
to
and
if
be changed to
he thought he would
was exceedingly hard work
own food with no
for
him
help, so that half the
before he got a place to live
in,
and
Before he got any food laid by, the
was.
his house,
in digging.
At
;
And
and he had to spend another so, with one mishap and another,
and no one to help him, the summer was soon almost gone, and he had no store for winter. When the first frost
came, the
crestfallen,
selfish
fellow
came back, heartbroken and
and begged to be taken into the colony again.
SIMON AND THE GARULY.
99
All winter long he had to eat the bread that others had
gathered, and he never afterward grumbled because his work was a little harder than that of others."
"
You see," What
said the Garuly, "that the ants
shame
work
to-
you should not be able " even to play with your brothers and sister And with that the little old man turned his one eye on gether.
a
is
it
that
!
Simon, and
who what "
it
shone
like a coal of fire,
and Simon thought
Just then an ant came up, had heard the conversation, and asked the Garuly
he could
it
feel
it
burning him.
meant.
He
will
not even play with his brothers," said the
old man, looking fiercer than ever.
" Put him out " cried the ant. And then a hundred " " and they began tugging at ants cried, put him out him with all their might. One caught hold of his right !
!
one took him by the arm and another by the head, and as they were nearly as big as he was, they were about to carry him off bodily, when Simon foot
and another of
his left,
suddenly awoke, and started up, to find that instead of the ants tugging at him, it was the other children, who
had come sleeping
in
to
awaken him,
was the one
fiery
for fear
he would catch cold
what he thought eye of the Garuly, was the full moon
the night
air,
and
to find that
shining through the trees.
"
Thsre," said the
Wee
Chick,
" that spoils the story.
QUEER
lOO
I
don't want
up
so twick
it
to
STORIES.
be a dream.
What made
'em yake him
" ?
"
Was
"
Yes, for the
he better afterward?
"
said Fairy.
very next day he moved to the same playhouse with the rest of the children, and whenever he was selfish he would look around to see if the old Garuly
was looking
at
him out of one eye."
THE
TTZE '
^
JOBLILIES.
have oak trees and green grass
what many children
Three
Httle girls love to
crowded
in
play in the
at our house,
cities
do not
get.
green grass, with some
pet chickens, and a white, pink-eyed rabbit for compan-
Now, you must know
ions.
that
I
am
quite as fond of
the oaks and the grass and the blue sky as Sunbeam, or Fairy, or the brown-faced Little Chick.
when
pens,
the day
keep the house
cool,
And
so
it
hap-
hot, and the lazy breezes will not that I just move my chair and table
is
out by the lilac-bush that grows under the twin oaks, and
then
I
think
watch the
I
trains
can write better.
And
coming and going
to
there
I
sit
and
and from the great,
bustling city, only a dozen miles away, or listen to the
singing of the robins while I
write
was ;
1
write.
sitting thus one dull, hot afternoon, trying to
but
to sing, the
it
was a lazy day
little
;
the robins had forgotten
sparrows that live up in the oaks had
stopped twittering, and the very honey bees were humming drowsily, when Chicken Little came up with a
wreath of white clover around her head, and begged for a story. The older children wanted one, also, and so I
QUEER STORIES.
I02
had to self,
To
one.
tell
and so
was a
tell tlie truth, I
willingly sat
I
down
little
in the grass
lazy
my-
among
the
children and began.
" Shall
"
No,
"
she said
sir,"
about as big as Chicken
;
tell
about a lazy boy that was
Sunbeam."
as big as
Sunbeam laughed to
girl
asked.
I
?
about a lazy
I tell
"
Little
and nodded her head
at this,
for
me
on.
go
" Little began thus Lazy Larkin laughed and leaped, or longed and lounged the livelong day, and
And
so
I
:
loved not labor, but liked leisure." " " Ha ha cried the Wee Chick !
!
;
" that sounds so
"
funny "
!
It's
" Tell "
got so
many
Well, then,"
nile,
I
" Larkin was an indolent juve-
know what you mean
" !
said
Fairy, just
to get angry.
" Sech awful
"they
beam
said,
-"
don't
I
ready
"
that's the reason," said Fairy.
Sunbeam.
fond of mirthfulness and cachinatory and saltatory
exercises
"
I's,
right," said
it
is
I
;
And
big words
as big
" !
guess that's what they " now do tell it
the Little
cried
as big as punkins call
Pullet
;
!
hifalutin," said
Sun-
right."
so
I
told
it
Larkin was an
" right." idle fellow,
and was so utterly good-
'
THE for-nothing, that he is
came
JOBLILIES.
103
to be called "
Lazy Larkin.'' It bad name when you are young. sand burr. Larkin would neither
a dreadful thing to get a
It sticks to
like a
you
He
work nor study. for
did not even like good, hearty play,
any great length of time, but was very fond of the play
that boys call imcnible-tJie-peg, because, as he said,
could
sit
down
to play
did not bite at the
fish
He
it.
first
fished a
place, he sat
but
little,
down
;
you
if
the
he would
not move, but just sat and w^aited for them to come to
him.
He had gone
out to Bass Lake to
fish,
one day,
in
company with some other boys, but they had put him out of the boat because he was too lazy to row when his turn The
came. erel,
others were rowing about, trolling for pick-
and he
sat
down on
Point," and went to
he sat looking
at
a point of land called "
As
fishing.
them
in
Duck
the fish would not bite,
the clear water, and wishing
that he was a fish they had such a lazy time of it, lying there in the sun, or paddling idly around through the He saw a large pickerel lying perfectly still over water. a certain spot near the shore.
the pickerel,
it
When
other fish
darted out and drove them
off,
came near and then
paddled back to the same place again. Larkin dropped his bait near by, but the fish paid no attention to it, and, indeed, seemed to have nothing to do but to
same "
lie still in
the
place. I
wish
I
were a pickerel," said the lazy fellow
;
"I
QUEER STORIES.
104
wouldn't have to carry
in
wood
or pull weeds out of the
garden, or feed the chickens, or get the multiplication or do anything else;" and he gave one vast table, or
yawn, stretching so long, that
it
"
Ha
!
ha
mouth
really
so wide, and keeping
seemed
When
together again. for the fellow
his
it
as
if
it
open
he never would get
did shut, his eyes shut with
it it,
was too lazy to hold them open. !
lazy fellow
!
lazy fellow
Larkin heard some one say
" !
and raised up his finding any one about, he thought he must have been dreaming. So he just gave one more yawn, opening his mouth like the lid of an old head to see who
it
was.
this,
Not
and keeping it open nearly a minute. he stretched himself upon the grass again. " " Ha ha fellow fellow
tin coffee-pot,
!
!
lazy
!
lazy
Then
!
This time there seemed to be half a dozen voices, but
Larkin felt too lazy to look up. " " Ha ha very lazy fellow Larkin just got one eye open a !
around
!
!
to see
little,
where the sound came from.
and looked
After a while,
he saw a dozen or more very odd, queer-looking creatures, sitting on the broad, round leaves of the waterlilies,
that floated on the surface of the lake.
These
little
people had white caps, for all the world like the white lily blossoms that were bobbing up and down around
them.
In
fact, it
clearly that they
took Larkin some time to make out
were not
lilies.
But
finally
he saw their
THE
JOBLILIES.
105
peeping out, and noticed that they had no hands, Then he noticed that their coats fins instead.
faces
but only
were beautifully mottled, like the sides of the pickerel, and their feet flattened out, like a fish's tail. Soon he
same kind were coming up, all dripping, from the water, and taking their places on the and as each new-comer arrived, the others kept leaves
saw
that others of the
;
saying,
"
Ha ha And then !
!
"
very lazy fellow the others would look at him, and shake lazy fellow
!
!
their speckled sides with laughter,
ha
ha
!
!
!
Poor Larkin was used
to being laughed at, but
provoking to be laughed at sitting
and say, "Lazy fellow
"
on the
lilies in
by
the water.
it
was
these queer-looking folk,
Soon he saw
that there
were nearly a hundred of them gathered. " " Come cried one of them, who caron, Joblilies ried along fish-bone, and seemed to be leader; "let's !
make
a Joblily of him."
Upon The
that the
whole swarm of them came ashore.
leader stuck his fish-bone in Larkin, and
made him
cry out. Then they all set up another laugh, and another " " cry of lazy fellow " Bring me three grains of silver- white sand from the !
middle of the lake," said the leader
jumped "
into the water
Now
;
and two of them
and disappeared.
fetch three blades of dry grass from the lining
QUEER STORIES.
I06
of the kingfisher's nest," he said
;
and immediately two
others were gone.
When
the four returned, the leader dropped the grains
of sand in Larkin's eyes, saying,
" Three grains of silver sand, From the Joblily's hand Where shall the Joblily lie, !
When
the
young owl learns
to fly
?
"
Then they all jumped upon him and stamped, but LarIn fact, he found that kin could not move hand or foot. The leader then his hands were flattening out, like fins. put the three blades of grass in Larkin's mouth, and " Eat a dry blade
!
eat a dry blade
From What
the nest that the kingfisher will the Joblilies do,
When
the old owl cries tu-whoo
?
said,
!
made
!
"
then the whole party set up such a cry of " tu-
And
"
Larkin was frightened beyond and they caught him and rolled him over measure rapidly, until he found himself falling with a great splash
whoo
!
tu-whoo
!
that
;
into the water.
was changed
Then "
On
he saw that he
rising to the surface,
into a Joblily himself.
the whole party broke out singing,
When When When
the sun shines the Joblilies roam ; the storm comes we play with the the owl hoots Joblilies
fly
home
" !
foam
;
THE
When
JOBLILIES.
they had sung
lO/
they all went under the water and the leader, giving Larkin a thrust with his " " Come and Lazy Larkin fish-bone, cried out, along this,
;
!
had nothing to do but to swim after them. Once under the water, the scene was exceedingly beautiful. The leaves
great umbrella-like
of the
lilies
made
spots of
shadow
in the water and on the pebbles of the bottom, while the streaks of sunshine that came down between
flecked everything with patches of glorious light, just as
and valleys made glorious by alternate patches of light and shade, produced by the shadows of the clouds. And the tall lily stems, in the
you have seen the
soft light,
hills
appeared to be
of water weed, that
while the great variety
pillars,
wound about them
was glorious beyond description.
in
strange festoons,
There were beautiful
bass turning their sides up to the sun, and darting about
through these strange, weird scenes, seeming to enjoy their glorious abode.
"You kin, to
"
of
it,
have an easy time of
one of these
Easy time of because
Joblily
if
it,
indeed
!
I
have rather a happy time but you are a strange
have plenty to do you do not know that
easy time of
I
it.
no doubt," said Lar-
it,
fish.
;
I
have anything but an
Chasing minnows, jumping three
out of water after a butterfly, catching
mosquitoes, and keeping a sharp lookout
grasshoppers that
may
chance to
fall
in
feet
wigglers and for
my way
;
unlucky all
these
QUEER STORIES.
I08
are not easy.
you, there
I tell
position that has
more trouble
no family of our social
is
to earn a living than the
bass family."
"
Come
along," said the Joblily, giving another punch
with his fish-bone
and Larkin travelled on.
;
Presently they came to a log with something growing
on
it.
" "
What
beautiful
Moss, indeed
!
!
said
a colony of small animals,
"
"
moss "
one of the all fast
They have an easy time
Larkin
" ;
they don't have
of
;
" that
is
one stem."
to
suppose," said Lazy
I
it,
to
Joblilies
travel,
they cannot
for
move." "
True, but these beautiful, transparent moss animals
have to get their living by catching creatures so small that you cannot see them. They have great numbers of little fingers or feelers that are going
Larkin touched one, and
it
all
the time."
immediately drew
really sivallozved itself ; for these
way
little
itself in,
things take this
of saving themselves from harm.
And
swam
so Larkin
world beneath the lake.
through the sand
;
on, and found that
He saw
it
was a busy
mussels slowly crawling
he found that the pickerel, which he was really standing guard over her
had supposed idle, nest, and fanning the water with her
fins all
day long, that
a current of fresh water might be supplied to her eggs.
And
all
the time the Joblilies kept singing
THE
JOBLILIES,
109
"Work! work! Never shirk
There
Work
is
And lilies
they
!
for you,
for all to
Happy They
work
do
!
who do
it,
that shirk shall rue
it
" !
long swim around the lake, the Jobcame back to Duck Point again, and climbed out on after their
No
sooner had Larkin seated himself " Tu-whit with the rest than he heard a great owl cry,
the
lily
leaves.
!
tu-whoo
" !
Immediately the Joblilies leaped into the air, and the whole hundred of them dashed into the water like so many bull-frogs, crying, as they
came down,
"What will the Joblily do, When the great owl cries
tu-whoo ?"
Larkin looked around suddenly to see whither they had gone, but could discover no trace of them. A moment after, he found himself sitting under the same tree that he
was under when the
Joblilies
came
for him.
The
to
walk home alone.
He thought carefully over his trip with am glad to say, gradually learned to
the Joblilies, and,
boys had gone, and he was forced I
ous, though habits,
and
it
be more industri-
took him a long while to overcome his lazy
still
longer to get rid of the
name
of
Lazy Lar-
no kin.
QUEER STORIES. But he remembered the
I trust
you
will
not forget
it
jingle of the Joblilies,
:
"Work! work! Never shirk There
Work
is
they
!
for you,
for all to
Happy They
work
do
!
who do
it,
that shirk shall rue
it
" !
and
THE PICKANINNY. T T was rather a warm ^ had given the
day
in
Aunt Cheerie
autumn.
sewing-machine and the piano a hoH-
day, and was sitting in the woodshed, paring apples for
Wherever Aunt Cheerie was, the children were be and so there was Sunbeam, knife in hand,
preserves.
sure to
;
and Fairy, cutting a paring something less than half an inch thick, while the dear little Chicken was wiping apples for the others to pare,
was trying
and
little
Tow-head, baby-brother, which were a couple
to upset the peach-box, in
of pet chickens, that were hatched out too late, and that
had
them from Jack Frost. "The Nest" Sunbeam is
to be kept in-doors to secure
For you must know that at " Old Hen." That
called the
chickens.
They know her
is,
she has charge of the
so well that,
when she
feeds
up on her shoulders and eat out of her
them, they fly hands. And if there
any unfortunate one, it is well for. One poor, little wayward pullet wandered into our neighbor's garden. She was very naughty, doubtis
cared
less,
but she got severely punished
;
for our
thinks a great deal of his garden, and not ens, unless they are fricasseed.
He
neighbor
much
shot at our
of chick-
little
run-
STORIES.
QUEER
112
and the poor thing came home dragging a broken and useless leg. Now, if any chicken ever had
away
pullet,
good
care, our
little
"
Lamey
of suffering in hot weather,
"
it
at last able to
is
feet, though the broken leg
both
After weary weeks
has.
is
walk on
The
sadly crooked.
children do not object to having the other chickens killed for the table,
but
But how did
Lamey's
little
I
get to talking
life is
insured.
about chickens
?
I
was
going to say that when I came home, and found the folks paring apples, I went out in the shed, too, and sat down
by the
Little Chick.
And
Chicken
Little jerked her
head and looked mis-
chievously out of her bright eyes, and said nice
we
is
peelin'
'cause they
me I
a story,
is
apples.
good
" See
how
We's makin' peserves, we
to eat, they
you mus',
:
is.
And you
'cause I'm a-helpin'
Aunt
mus'
is; tell
Cheerie,
am."
For you must know that the Small Chick is not very " polite, and doesn't say please," when she can help it. " Lend us a hand at the apples, too," said Aunt Cheerie.
"
No, I can't tell stories and pare apples, too." " Does you need your fingers to tell stories wid, like the dumbers that we heard talk without saying any"
thing
?
Chicken Small had been to an exhibition of Professor Gillett's
deaf and
dumb
pupils.
THE PICKANINNY. "
Well, no,"
I
make my
could
said
;
II3
" but you see, Chicken,
tongue and
my
fingers
go
I
never
same
at the
time.
"
I
much with your Aunt Cheerie "for I never knew be still, except when you were asleep."
should think you had never done
fingers, then," said
your tongue to a
I felt
little
gan the story
;
anxious to change the subject, and so be-
at once.
" Little Sukey Gray " What a name
funny
Yes, and a funny
girl
" " !
cried the Fairy.
was Sukey Gray.
She had
yel-
low hair that was tied up in an old-fashioned knot, behind, though she was only eleven years old for you must know ;
that
Sukey
where chignons were unknown. Now
lived in a part of the country
and top-knots of the
latest
style
Sukey's w^ay of doing up her hair in a great knot, behind,
But with an old-fashioned tuck comb, was not pretty. " Whitelived in w-hat was called the Oak Susan Gray
Flats try."
" ;
" a region sometimes called the Hoop-Pole Coun-
It
for there
was not the most enlightened place
was no school, except
in the world,
for a short time in winter,
and the people were very superstitious, believing that if they carried a hoe through the house, or broke a lookingglass,
somebody
" would die before long," and thinking
that a screech-owl's scream and the howling of a
were warnings
;
and that potatoes must be planted
in
dog the
" dark of the moon," because they grew underground,
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114
and corn
the "light of the
moon," because it grew and that hogs must be killed in the increase of the moon, to keep the pork from frying away in
above ground to
gravy
;
!
As Sukey had always lived in the White-Oak Flats, she did not know that they were dreary, for she was always happy, doing her work cheerfully. But one of Susan's cousins, who lived a hundred miles away, had made her a
This cousin, like Sukey, lived
in the country, but she had plenty of books and had read many curious and wonderful things, with which she was accustomed to visit.
delight Sukey.
But when Cousin Annie was gone, Sukey found the She wished there were some pasuch as have in India, or that there were godas, they Flats a dreary place.
some cannibals
She thought if she were living near her. would buy an omnibus, with four " blaze-faced " She got horses, to drive for her own amusement.
rich, she
sorrel tired
pumpkins and cabbages, and longed for bears and red Indians. She hated to wash dishes
of the
grizzly
and feed the chickens, but thought she would like to be a slave on a coffee plantation in Ceylon. " " she sighed, " I wish I was out of the Oh, dear !
Hoop-Pole Country. in these fiats.
I
am
There
is
nothing beautiful or curious
tired of great yellow sunflowers
hollyhocks and pumpkin blossoms.
something curious or beautiful."
I
wish
I
and
could see
THE PICKANINNY. Now,
isn't it
strange that any
115
little girl
should talk
with plenty of birds and trees and sunshine
But so
?
so, it is
We generally refuse to enjoy what is in our reach, and long for something that we cannot get. Just as Chicken Little, here, always wants milk when with most of us.
there
is
none, and always asks for tea
when you
offer her
milk.
"
Well, 'cause I'm
firsty, that's
the reason," said the
Chicken.
Now, when Sukey second story,
She
house.
dow
sat
said this, she
you could
if
call
it
was up
in the loft,
or
story, of her father's
on a bench, looking out of the gable win-
chimney, made by building a square cob-house arrangement of sticks of wood, tapering toward at the old stick
the top, and plastering
it
with clay.
The top
of the chirn-
ney was surrounded by a barrel with both ends open, through which the smoke climbed lazily up into the air.
Near by stood an oak-tree, in which a jay-bird was screaming and dancing in a jerky way. Sukey then looked into the blue sky,
away
and the clouds seemed to become
pagodas, and palm-trees, and golden ships floating drowAll at once she heard somebody say, in a sily away. queer, birdlike voice
" I
Pray,
look
make bold
this
way,
little
are
say you neither laugh nor play
You pray
to
?
;
Sukey looking
now
Gray.
grum
what's
the
May
to-day
?
reason,
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6
Sukey
started up to see where this funny jingle
came
where the jay-bird had stood a few minutes before, was a queer-looking little and a chap, in blue coat and pants, with a top-knot cap
from.
the
in
There,
He
rather sharp nose.
had a his
most comical
words out
odd
oak-tree,
looked a
face
little like
a jay-bird, but
and blinky eyes, and brought
making them rhyme in an the time he was dancing and
in short jerks,
sort of jingle.
And
all
laughing and turning rapid somersaults, as blue coat could hardly hold so
much
if
the
little
fun.
" Well, now," broke out Sukey, you are the only I've been curious thing in all the Hoop Pole Country. "
wishing for something odd or strange, and I am glad you have come, for there is nothing beautiful or curious in all
White-Oak
the
Flats."
What's that you say? You must be blind as a pumpkin rind, era leather-winged bat
"Why, Sukey Gray!
;
this ful
White-Oak Flat
is
right in the face.
see that the
little
just the place to look the beauti-
Now come
with me, and
we
will
bee, or this great oak tree, or the bright,
blue skies, are beautiful things,
All the while the
little
we open our eyes." was getting off this queer
if
fellow
speech, he was swinging and tumbling along up the great limb that reached out toward the window at which Sukey sat.
By
the time he had finished
the window-sill, where he
somersault.
He
it,
he was standing on
had alighted
laughed heartily
after
a giddy
so heartily that
Sukey
THE PICKANINNY.
11/
laughed, too, though she could not tell why. Then he took ofif his cap, and said, " Will pickaninny, at your service, Sukey Gray while take a walk with me Now you to-day? jump, you
A "
may
!
!
and he took hold of her two hands and jumped,
and she jumped
They
after him, feeling as light as a feather.
alighted on the branch of the oak-tree.
He
im-
mediately began to pull lichens off the bark, and show Sukey how curious they were. He showed her how curiously one kind of lichen its
own
other.
grew upon another, omitting and leaves, and making use of those of the Then he laughed at her, because he had found
stalk
curious things within ten feet of her window.
Next he took her her
how
breaking
own
to her
the limbs were swelled in oft"
the twig, he placed
gan to pound it with his fist. strong, and he had to strike could break
back
rosebush, and showed
it
at seeing
"Now,"
When
open.
Then
against a tree, and be-
But it
places.
his little
arm was not
several times before he
did fly open,
Sukey
started
of plant-lice, or aphides.
it full
said
it
it
some
the
pickaninny, "in this
little
house
what curious things These little aphides have no wings. But their great-great-grandfathers, and their great-great!
Their mothers and grandmothers and had none, and their children will have great-grandmothers none, and their grandchildren will have none, and their
grandmothers had.
great-grandchildren will have none
;
but their great-great-
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grandchildren will have wings again, for every ninth generation can fly."
"
How
Then
curious
" !
said
Sukey.
the pickaninny found a
blackbird's nest,
swamp
and showed her how strangely it was made then they climbed down the chimney of the school-house, and he ;
showed her how the chimney swallow glued her nest gether
and he coaxed a katydid to
;
that she might see that.
At
last
to-
fiddle with his wings,
they entered the pump-
kin patch.
"Well," said Sukey, "there's nothing curious I
know
all
With
that the pickaninny
down on
here.
about pumpkins."
commenced
to
jump up and
one, but he was so light that he could not break
He
kept jumping higher and higher now he was bouncing up ten feet in the air, then fifteen, then twenty, until at last he leaped up as high as the top of the oakit.
;
and coming down, he struck
tree,
his heels
through the
the tears ran off her chin.
pumpkin. Sukey laughed The pickaninny thrust his arm in and took out a seed. Then breaking that open, he showed Susan that the inside till
of a
pumpkin seed was two white
of the
young pumpkin
vine.
And
while the pickaninny showed her
which
I
At away
" !
have not time to " he
last
said,
tell
leaves, the
first
leaves
so an hour passed
many
curious things, of
you.
Now, Sukey Gray, pray
let
me
fly
THE PICKANINNY. " '
'
"
I19
you want to go," said Susan, Then pluck the mistletoe, and let me go." What do you mean ? " she asked. I
shall not
I
cannot go
keep you
Sukey pulled
until
if
you pluck the mistletoe."
a piece of mistletoe
from the
liriib
where
they were standing, and he bowed and said, " Now, Sukey Gray, good-day. Don't waste your sighs, but use
With
your eyes."
that he leaped into the
but there was
Susy looked up,
air.
only the bluejay, crying,
"
Jay
!
jay
!
jay 1"
peevish way, and herself looking out the window. "What a wonderful country the White-Oak Flats
in a
must be," she said. And the more she used her eyes, the more she was satisfied that the Hoop-Pole Country was the most wonderful in the world.
THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF. /^"^HICKEN LITTLE was ^-^
by the window, with
floor 'at
thing
a picture, sitting on the
you look fru," she
calls
it
"the
a stereoscope
her hand, and the
in
pictures scattered about her.
Now some
of the children think that
I
have been
*'
making up" Chicken Little, and that there is no such a few weeks ago, after I had been talking to a being. church full of people, there came up to me a very great
A
sweet little " Do
girl.
you write
f she
stories in T/ie Little Corporal
asked.
When
told her
I
" earnestly,
Now
Well,
there
is
I
may be
Little Corporal that
looked up, and asked,
did, she
there any real, live Chicken Little ?"
others of the great
want
to
"real, live Chicken Little."
I tell
you
key
when she stands up on my ;
if
you had heard
could see in the stove
you could
see
how
there
of
there
is
;
is.
all
any
If
if
her, yesterday, explain that
when
The
you you could see shoulders like a mon-
could see her merry mischievous face her
army
know whether
the doors were shut
God ;
if
she always manages to do what you
THE GREAT PANJANDRUxM HIMSELF. don't want her to do, and then find a
afterward; you " Chicken Little."
would
twinkle in her eye,
think
there
121
good excuse for it was a Hve, real
If you could have seen the old, funny when I found her with the stereoscope,
you would have thought she was
a real, live Chicken,
sure enough.
" "
"
Now, '
Got
then, you've got to '
to
don't
Well, p'ease
tell
tell
tell
me
a story," she said.
stories."
me
one, then."
"Yes," said Sunbeam, peeping
in,
" about the Great
Panjandrum himself."
"Ah! you little " hold uf my secret ?
mink,"
I
said,
"how
did you get
"
Why, I knew it all the time." Now, you see, the case was this
;
I
did not
know
that
names of the Garuly and the Pickaninny came from. But
the children understood where the
and the
Joblily,
Sunbeam, who dips a little here and there into a great many books, and who never forgets anything she hears, had somehow gotten hold of my secret. It was this. There was a man who could repeat whatever he read once. One of his friends undertook to write something So he wrote nonsense, and he could not remember. that with the long memory failed to remember The nonsense, which I read when I was a boy, is, if I the
man
member
it
rightly, as follows
it.
re-
:
" She went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to
QUEER STORIES.
122
make an apple
pie
the street thrust his
So he
And
and a great she-bear coming down head into the shop. What, no soap ? ;
'
*
and she very imprudently married the barber. there were present the Garulies, and the Joblilies, died,
and the Pickaninnies, and the Great Panjandrum himself, with his little, round button-at-the-top and they all fell ;
to playing the
powder
game
of
'
Catch-as-catch-can,'
till
the gun-
ran out at the heels of their boots."
Now
you see where the Garulies and the Joblilies and came from. And that's why the chil-
the Pickaninnies
dren thought the next story should be about the Great
Panjandrum. And so I began I was wandering, one day, in the Land of Nod, :
in that
part of it known as the state of Dreams, and in the county of Sleep, and in Doze township, not far from the village of Shuteyetown, in Sleepy Hollow, where stands the
Church of the Seven Sleepers, on the corner of Snoring Lane and Sluggard Avenue, near Slumber Hall, owned
by the Independent Association
of Sleepy-headed Nin-
compoops. "
What
a place
" !
said Fairy.
was going to say, I was walking through Sleepy Hollow, when I met some children. Well, as
"
Where
"
We
I
are
want
"
you going
to find
?
I
asked.
a four-leaved clover
and a beetle
"for if we can find with one eye," said one of them them, we shall be able to get into the Great Panjandrum's ;
THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF. and there we can learn whether there
place,
I23
is
a
bag of
gold at the end of the rainbow or not." Now, I was seized with a great desire to see the trious
Panjandrum
for myself,
illus-
and to know what he had
to say of that wonderful bag of gold that Avas to be found And at the place where the rainbow touched the ground.
so
for a
work with the happy boys and
to
I fell
was soon found, but
At
beetle.
sort
of beetles
fighting.
a
last
combat
it
;
but
that
children
call
"
"
pinch-bugs
were
engaged in or whether they
prize-fighters,
one thousand dollars a
I
clover
was a long time before we got the to a log on which two of that
were fighting a duel about some
know
The
we came
Whether they were for
looking
girls,
one-eyed beetle and a four-leaved clover.
side,
affair
of honor,
I
do not
did notice that they fought most brutally,
away savagely on each other's hard shells, without doing a great deal of damage, however. But one of them had lost one eye in the fight, and so we scratching
seized
him and made
off,
leaving the other to snap his
tongs together in anger because he had nobody to pinch. It must be a dreadful thing to want to hurt somebody
and have nobody to hurt. When we had gone some distance, we came to a gate It read, "THE that had a very curious sign over it.
Great Panjandrum Himself."
There was
a
Garuly
with a club standing by the gate, and a Pickaninny, in a blue coat with a long tail, hopping around on top of it.
QUEER STORIES.
124
We showed the one-eyed
beetle and the four-leaved clover,
and the Garuly immediately hit the gate a ringing blow " in with his club, and shouted, " Beetle beetle beetle !
!
!
a wonderfully sharp and squeaking voice, while the Picka" Cloninny on top jerked a little bell rope, and sung out
Then we could
ver."
see .through the gate a Joblily
lift-
ing his head up out of a pond, inside the enclosure. " " How many eyes ? he asked. "
One," said the Garuly.
"
How many leaves
" ?
he said, again.
"
Four," returned the Pickaninny. " Then let them in that they may see the Great Pan-
jandrum himself, and learn whether there be a bag of gold at the end of the rainbow." Saying this the Joblily went under the water and the gate opened.
We
passed three gates, that were opened in the same manner, and found ourselves in front of a queer old house, with seventy-seven gables and ever so " THE over every door was written,
DRUM Himself."
many doors, and GREAT PANJAN-
There was a great bustle about the
place, dried-up Garulies running around, dandy-looking
Pickaninnies hopping about, and Joblilies
swimming
in
We asked what it all " " she was and then they all going to marry the barber tittered, and we could not for the life of us tell what this the lake.
meant, and were told that ;
pother meant. When we told a Garuly that we wanted to see the Great Panjandrum himself, and to find out
THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF. whether there was a bag of gold at the end of the bow, he took our one-eyed beetle, and gave the
125
rain-
four-
Together they took them out in a moment to tell and a came into the house, Joblily us that the Great Panjandrum was having his little round
leaved clover to a Pickaninny.
button-at-the-top brushed up, and that
we chose we
if
could wait for him in the museum.
The museum was
a queer place.
was
It
old Garuly
who
the
showman,
We
acted as showman.
fore a cage that contained a crazy
"
is
the
mouse
stopped be-
first
"
mouse.
that ran
just inside
There was an
the seventy-seventh gable of the house.
up the
This," said
clock.
Just
as he got up there, the clock struck one, and though the
poor fellow ran back again, he has never been right since. This long slender cow', that you see, has a great taste for
She
music.
is
the one that
the cat played the fiddle.
lowed
been able see
dog that laughed on He was so much amused that he has never This
to play since.
that occasion.
some
jumped over the moon when The cat has never been al-
is
the
little
In this pot you
to get his face straight since.
plum porridge, with the eating of Here is a the South burnt his mouth.
of the cold
which the man portrait of the
in
man
in the
moon, when he came down too
soon to inquire the way to Norwich. In one of the other gables of this house I can show you Mother Goose's cap frill.
And
here
is
the arrow with which
cruelly murdered by the sparrow.
Cock Robin was
This
is
the original
QUEER
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STORIES.
and genuine arrow all others are humbugs. This bone that Mother Hubbard went to look for, but
is
;
the
failed
Here are the skates on which the
to find.
"Three boys went
a-skating
All on a summer's day,
They
all fell in,
And
And
here
hood met
is
the rest ran away."
the skin of the wolf that Little
in the
Red Riding-
woods."
going to inquire of him which was the true version of that story, whether the wolf really ate Little I
was
just
Red Ridinghood before
I
up, or whether she ate the wolf
got a chance, a Joblily
came
to
in
;
but
say that the
Great Panjandrum himself was coming, and soon the queerest
little,
old, round, fat
man came
in,
puffing like a
porpoise, and rolling from side to side as he walked. hair looked like sea grass, and was partly covered
His
by a
'*
little queer concern, nothing less than the celebrated round button-at-the-top." " And so you want to see whether there is really a bag of gold at the end of the rainbow, do you ? Well, I'll
show you, though
I
haven't
much
time, for he died last
week, and she very imprudently intends to marry the barber."
This could
by
is
tell
what the Panjandrum
who "she"
the barber.
said,
was, nor, indeed,
and we never
whom
iie
meant
THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF, "
and
Pickaninnies, open
let
them
the wonderful
12/
Pantoscopticon,
see."
The wonderful Pantoscopticon was brought
we were allowed
to look
in
out,
and
it.
There were holes enough for us held several rainbows in one sky.
all
to see,
and we be-
On one of them was marked " Get and keep," on another " Eat, drink, and be merry," besides some that were too far away for me to There was one that had an inscription in unknown read. shone with their own
letters that
Though
light.
I
could
not read the words, they reminded me somehow of the Latin sentence which I once read over the gate of a park
belonging to the richest duke that goodness
is
in
England, which says,
the only true nobility, or something of
the sort.
All the time
we were looking
the Great
Panjandrum round button-at-the-top on his head, was turning a crank in the side of the wonderful Pantoscopticon, which had a hopper on the top of it like Himself, with
his
little
that of an old-fashioned coffee-mill.
puffing out
As he
turned he kept
:
" If you want to find out whether there
is
any gold
at
the end of the rainbow, please walk up the ladder, get into the hopper, and be ground down to a proper size."
He
hissed out the
word
size,
drawing
it
as long as his
breath would hold. I
didn't
know what
his
words meant
until a
ladv with
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128
a red parasol went round behind the Pantoscopticon and
cHmbed
to the top. After looking down at the rattling wheels of the machinery a moment, she jumped into the
hopper, just as the Panjandrum came round again to the word " s z e." I looked into the machine and had i^
the satisfaction to see this lady
come
out, not in pieces as
expected, but looking just as she did when she went in, except that she was reduced to rather less than an inch in I
height.
Her
parasol was a mere rose-leaf for size
about
A gentleman with a had seen walking through the museum with this lady, and who seemed to be her husband, stood looking into the peep-holes when she came out. He cried as big as a silver three-cent piece.
white hat,
whom
I
:
" Hold on, Amanda, and
I'll
go with you
to see
about
the rainbows and the pot of gold."
But the
little
lady with the red parasol didn't seem to
hear him, she only walked ahead eagerly toward the rainbows. The gentleman with the white hat rushed up the
and leaped into the hopper without a moment's pause, and the Great Panjandrum Himself, seeing that the man was in a hurry, turned the crank twice as fast as stairs
The gentleman was caught in the wheels and When he came to the bottom, properly a-whirling.
before.
sent
reduced, the speed of the machinery was such that he was thrown out with a shock and his white hat, about the size of a doll's thimble,
fell
crying out as he did so
off, :
so that he
had to pick
it
up,
THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF. " Hold on, Amanda, and
The
little
I'll
129
go with you."
lady with the red parasol seemed to hear
she turned her head long enough to say but she something, kept walking briskly forward, either because she couldn't help it, or more likely for fear some-
him
this time, for
wauld get the pot of gold which, as everybody knows, lies at the end of a rainbow. However, by run-
body
else
ning, the
little
inch-long gentleman caught up with the
seven-eighths of an inch lady, and the two went along to-
gether to find the pot of gold. Still the Great Panjandrum kept toiling at the crank, while others plunged into the hopper and came out " ground down to a proper size," as the Great Panjan kept Presently some of the children
saying.
with
me jumped
an inch
into the
The
in length.
who had come
hopper and came out about half I went up to
others followed, and
the top and looked at the whirling wheels, fearing to the leap. take
But
away my
at last I
eyes.
I
became
being ground the wheels until
down I
I
exactly like the idea of
to a proper size."
became
dizzy,
and
But
at length
whirl and was pitched and turned about in the ful
way
until
I
when
make
fascinated and could not
did not care about the pot of gold,
nor about the rainbows, nor did "
in
came out
at
the bottom.
I
looked
fell
into the
most
I felt
at
frigjit-
as big a^
looked up and saw thp eyes of the people staring at me through the peep-holes and found that these eyes were nearly as large across as I was tall, I ever, but
9
I
QUEER STORIES.
I30
knew
that
I
must have been grounxJ down.
I
ran after
the children and went on for a long time, trying to find the c^[ the rainbows. There were many suns in the sky and many rainbows, but no pots of gold, nor would the ends of the rainbows wait for us.
ends
At length we came to the one written over with unknown letters that shone with their own light. This one stood still, having one end resting in a low-lying valley and the other end on top of a high mountain, which was very steep and difficult to climb.
At
the lower end
we found
an earthen pot sealed up, which the gentleman in the white hat proceeded to open. To the disappointment of the lady with the red parasol and all of us, there was not a piece of gold in '
THE GOLD
IS
it
only a paper on which was written,
AT THE HIGHEST END OF THE RAINBOW."
We
looked up the mountain-side, but all of us by this time felt too weary and lazy to scramble up the clififs,
and among the thorns
to find a pot of gold.
Besides
we
were hungry, and not a little uneasy as to how we should A ground-down Pickaninny get back our proper size. who had joined us proposed to hop over along the arch of the rainbow and see whether there was any gold on the
Being very light he easily ran up the bow, while we, anxious to get out, did not even wait for mountain-top.
him
to
come back, but hurried down
the long road tow-
THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF. ard the peep-holes and the grinding-machine. road, for
long
it
seemed miles
131
I
say the
to us little people.
I
sup-
pose we had travelled twice the length of a good-sized house from the starting-point, and that is a long journey for legs so short.
All the
way we wondered how we
should get out, and
whether we should ever regain our proper stature. we came to the grinding place the mill was still. costed an old Garuly "
How
"
who was wandering
do we get out
Why, by
" ?
I
We
ac-
about.
said.
getting the Great Panjandrum Himself to
set the thing a-going the other
Then he walked "
When
way," he squeaked. and shouted
to a speaking-tube
:
O
Great Pan, grind 'em upward." All this time I could see the eyes of ladies and gentle-
men
looking at us through the peep-holes, and their eyes
were about
mean
to
as big as
be stared
at
wagon-wheels to
my
I felt
sight.
by such gigantic goggle-eyed creat-
ures.
The Panjandrum
did not start the wheels at once be-
cause he was looking around for his at-the-top without which
length
when
little
round button-
he cannot do anything.
the wheels were set a-going, the
man
in
At the
white hat and the lady with the red parasol went up, and I was just about to climb up the pipe myself, to get out of the glare of the people's eyes, cried out
:
when one
of the children
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132
"
O
sir
we'll
!
We
never get home.
can't reach the
tube."
So
I
took hold of them one after another and pushed
them up the spout until the wheels running backward caught them. Whenever a boy or girl slipped out of my hands I would soon after see two more of those hateful time
I
turning or that his
blow last
me
through the peep-holes. All the was afraid the Panjandrum Himself would quit
big eyes looking at
little
round button-at-the-top would
And
off before I could get out.
boy
just as I thrust the
up the spout the wheels began to slacken.
" the Great Pan has let go Quick," cried the Garuly, Your last chance for to-day is to get of the machine. "
through on the headway." I climbed in, immediately, but
could
I
feel the
works
Slowly my head and my body came out at the top, but the wheels stopped stock-still before my left foot could be drawn out. It was only by slipping gradually stopping.
my
boot that I escaped. there came along the Pickaninny that out got
foot out of
Just as
I
my
had gone over on the rainbow. other
way known
to Pickaninnies
pot just like the one
and he
set
it
He had come back some
down
we had
seen.
and had
But
for us to look at.
this
in his
arms a
one was
full,
There were doub-
loons of Spain, there were pistoles, guineas, Arabian and pieces, Jewish money, coins of Alexander the Great, I
know
not what besides.
THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF.
1
33
While we were examining these, a Garuly came in to say that the she-bear had brought the soap, and that the barber was waiting. The Great Panjandrum, in a state of flustration, hurried past us, and we, not knowing what else to do, stood looking at lily
went by with a cabbage "
What
is
that?
"
each other.
Just then a Job-
leaf.
asked one of the
little
girls of
our
party.
"
A
cabbage
leaf to
make an apple
pie," he replied,
without looking around. Presently a Pickaninny came along with a small keg in his
" "
hands.
What
is
that
Gunpowder
" ?
asked the same curious
for the heels
little girl.
of their boots," he an-
swered, and went on.
And
from one of the seventy-seven into the keg, and there was a frightful explo-
a spark of
chimneys
fell
fire
sion.
But
I don't think it was the Panjandrum's house that blown got up, but we ourselves, for we found ourselves outside in the woods going home from Shuteyetown. I for one resolved that the next time I came to the rainbow
with one foot I
in
the valley and the other in the mountain,
should climb to the upper end of
it.
Stories
Told on
a Cellar-door.
THE STORY OF A FLUTTER-WHEEL. "\
T THAT queer places boys have of assembling. Some'
mows,
times in one place, sometimes in another. river-banks, threshing-floors, these were
places of resort for country boys.
sweet to me, when
hay where
I
And
Hay-
the
old
nothing was so
was a boy, as the newly cut cloverwith two or three companions, watching
sat
I
the barn swallows chattering their incomprehensible gabble and gossip from the doors of their
And what stories we
rafters.
told
mud
and what
houses talks
in the
we
had.
who does not remember the old-fashioned celsloping down to the ground ? These were al-
In the city lar-door,
ways places of
Tom
Miller
was the
minister's son,
and there was a
who met
regularly on Parson Miller's cellarMrs. Miller used herself to listen to the stories they
party of boys door.
resort.
told, as she sat
by
the
window above them, though they
were unconscious of her presence. They were boys full of life and ambition, but they were a good set of boys on the whole, and it was not till lessons were learned and
work done belonged
that they
to the
met thus on the
same
class in school,
cellar-door.
They
and besides were
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138
"cronies"
in
all
minister's son,
Jimmy
There was
respects.
who intended
to
Tom
Miller, the
be a minister himself, and
Jackson, the shoemaker's boy, as
full
of fun and
and poor Will Sampson, who stam-
playfulness as a kitten,
mered, and Harry Wilson, the son of a wealthy banker, and a brave boy too, and John Harlan, the widow's son, pale and slender, the pet of all, and great, stout Hans Schlegel,
who bade
half dozen
be a great scholar.
These
were nearly always on the cellar-door
for half
fair
to
an hour on Friday evenings, when they happened to have a little more leisure than on other evenings. " I've " I say, boys," said Hans, got an idea," " How must to it seem you," said Tom Miller strange ;
whereupon they
all
laughed, good-natured
Hans with
the
rest.
"
Do
an idea
let's
in this
hear
it,"
crowd
said
for
Harry a month."
"there has not been
;
"Well," said Hans, "let's every fellow tell a story here on the cellar door, turn about, on Friday evenings." "All except m-m-me," stammered Sampson, who was
own
always laughing at his
defect
through be-be-fore midnight." " we'll " Well," said Miller,
man,
to
keep us
They top
of
th-th-this
all
is
I
make
c-c-couldn't g-g-get
Will
Sampson chair-
in order."
agreed to
the
" ;
this,
cellar-door th-th-the
and Sampson moved up to the " and said G-g-gentlemen, :
proudest
m-m-moment
of
my
THE STORY OF A FLUTTER-WHEEL.
139
I'm president of the C-c-cellar-d-d-door C-club
life.
M-ni-many thanks
!
Harry Wilson
will
tell
the
!
first
"
st-st-story. "
"
Agreed
!
said the boys.
After thinking a minute,
Harry began.
HARRY WILSON'S I will
tell
a story that
you
my
STORY. father told
me.
In a
village Pennsylvania, on the banks of the Schuylkill River, there lived a wealthy man. in
" Once upon a time," said Jimmy Jackson. " B-be st-still Come to order th-th-there, Jackson," stammered the chairman, and the story went on. !
Yes, once upon a time, there lived a wealthy man who had two sons." The father was very anxious to make great
men
or rather
of them, or at least, educated men.
my father
I
think,
thinks, that their father used to
dream
would grow to be President, and that the other would be a member of Congress, at any rate. But while his younger son grew to be a good stuthat one of these boys
dent, the other one
was a good, honest, industrious, and
who did not much like books. His father make him a lawyer, and he got on well enough in Arithmetic and Geography, but Grammar came hard, and when he got into Latin he blui;idered dreadfully. intelligent boy,
intended to
He
studied to please his parents, and from a sense of duty,
QUEER STORIES.
I40
but
mortified
it
him greatly
succeed as the other
boys
to think that he could not
did.
For you know
to succeed at anything unless your heart
in
is
it
is
hard
And
it.
so one night he sat down and cried to think he must always be a dolt. His mother found him weeping and to
tried
comfort him.
She walked out
in
the
dusky
But poor David, for He had tried that was his name, was broken-hearted. " in interested his to all with Hie, haec, hoc," might get He said there was something lackbut it was of no use. " And I'll never amount to in his head. evening with him
and
talked.
anything,
ing
never
and
I
!
in a
Brother Joe gets his lesson
can't get
mine
few minutes,
at all."
His mother did not know what to say. said that there
was some use
for
But she only everybody. She knew
David was not wanting in intelligence. In practical But affairs he showed more shrewdness than his brother. a scholar. him on heart set his had his father making that
That very day the teacher had said was no use,
to his father that
it
" intends to take you from But we school, and it is a great disappointment to him. know that you have done your best, and you must not be If you were lazy, we should feel a great disheartened. "
Your
father," she said,
deal worse." Just then they
saw
in the
dim
came
light
to the orchard brook.
something moving
in
Here she
the water.
THE STORY OF A FLUTTER-WHEEL. "
What
is
that,
my
"That's
David
" ?
141
she said.
flutter-wheel,
and
I feel
like
it
breaking
to pieces."
"Why?" "
Well, you see,
all
the boys
made
little
water-mills to
be run by the force of the stream. We call them flutterBut I made one so curious that it beat them wheels.' '
he
all,"
"
said.
Show
plained
it
it
to
me, Davie," she said. And David exall about his unhappiness in
to her, forgetting
the pleasure of showing the
little
cog-wheels, and
the
under-shot wheel that drove " " And why did you want to break it up ? she asked. " Because, mother, Sam Peters said that I should it.
never be good for anything but to make flutter-wheels,
and
it is
"
If
true,
I
am
afraid."
you were a poor man's son, Davie, you might be
a good mechanic," said his mother. That night Davie resolved to be a mechanic.
"
I
If I can't won't be a good-for-nothing man in the world. a be be a learned professor, I may good carpenter or a
blacksmith.
If I learn to
make
a
good horseshoe,
I'll
be worth something." So the next morning he asked His father his father's leave to enter a machine-shop. and with all the school-boys laughing at went he took his him, tin-pail with his lunch in it, and And now he began to love into the shop each morning. said he might,
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142
He
gathered a library of works on mechan Everything relating to machinery he studied. He
books, too. ics.
took up mathematics and succeeded. rose to a
good position
in the shop.
great railroad engineer.
last a
He
After a while he
And
he became
at
built that great bridge
at Blankville.
"
Why,"
David "
John Harlan, "I thought your Uncle
said
built that."
So he
did," said Harry.
"
My
uncle was the
boy
that could not learn Latin."
"
I
suppose," said
Tom
Miller,
" that
God
has use for
us all, boys. Perhaps Jimmy's father was as much intended to make shoes as mine to preach. What a mistake it
must be "
to get into the
Come,
wrong
place, though."
you're getting too awfully solemn,
Jimmy Jackson has time to
" ;
go
Tom,"
said
you'll put a fellow to sleep before he
to bed."
And
Jackson pretended to
snoce.
"
" The m-m-meeting's adjourned," said the president. Jimmy Jackson will be the sp-speaker at the n-next
m-m-meeting
of the Cellar-d-door S-society."
THE WOOD-CHOPPER'S CHILDREN. "
I
^HE
*-
next Friday evening found
all
the
the Cellar-door Club in their places.
the stammering
and fun chief,
*'
as ever.
members
of
Will Sampson>
chairman," was at the top, full of life Jimmie Jackson, running over with mis-
was by him, then came Tom Miller and John HarHans Schlegel and Harry Wilson sat at the bot-
lan, while
tom.
After a half-hour spent
in
general talk about school
and plays, and such miscellaneous topics as every gather" chairman " called ing of boys knows how to discuss, the out,
" ciety
Come is
t-to
order
c-called
J-Jeems Jackson
!
to
Th-th-the C-cellar-d-d-door So-
order.
the
is
G-g-gentlemen, the
speaker
f-for
the
Hon.
evening.
I
h-have the pl-pleasure of introducing him to you." " " " don't said the shoemaker's son No, you don't !
on so thick.
;
you want me to
my yarn along put with the rest of you, why, I'm ready, but if you call it a speech, you scare me out of my shoes, just like the man it
that tried to
get any
make
If
tell
a speech in the legislature, but couldn't
farther than
'
Mr. Speaker,
wheels and temperance.'
I
am
in favor of cart-
Or, like a boy
I
knew, who
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144
tried to declaim the
STORIES.
'
Countrymen, lend me your ears confused on the first line that he '
your ears
Friends,
speech beginning:
Romans,
and who got so badly I'd like to borrow said, '
!
*
"
!
This raised a laugh at the expense of Harry Wilson, who had broken down on that line, though he did not
make
it
as
bad
as
Jimmy
represented "
"
G-g-go on with your story man, and Jackson proceeded.
it.
stammered the
!
chair-
JIMMY JACKSON'S STORY. There lived
in a
country a long
way
off
it
don't mat-
let's a poor wood-chopper whose name was ter where It wasn't the fashion see well, we will call him Bertram.
to
have two names
couldn't afford
in
those days, you
He had
it.
a son,
dolph, and a daughter, Theresa.
and the
girl
was eleven years
old.
earned but a scanty subsistence
poor
living, I believe
help him. cheerful,
know
;
people
whose name was Ru-
The boy was twelve The wood-chopper
that
means an awfully
and the children soon learned to
Rudolph and Theresa were hard-working and and as they had never been rich, they did not
know what
was
to
be poor.
That
they thought they had plenty, because they never had any more and had no time to sit down and see how nice it would be to have a it
is,
;
fine
house, and be drawn in an elegant carriage.
But one
THE wood-chopper's CHILDREN.
145
fell on poor Bertram, and he was carried home arm and leg, I suppose if he had been rich broken with a enough to send for a great surgeon that lived in the city,
day a
tree
only two leagues away, he would have recovered without much trouble, but poor men have to do without such attentions,
and so Bertram's arm and
which were fixed
leg,
"bone-setter," were so crooked that he by could not work. And now the burden fell heavily on the a country
wife,
who had
to gather berries
and nuts
in the forests,
which she loaded on the donkey, and carried away to the But the poor woman was never very strong, city to sell.
was
breaking her down. The children did what they could, but it was not
and
this extra tax
fast
After working hard
much.
all
day, they amused them-
by manufacturing little articles out Rudolph had a sharp knife which had been
selves in the evening
of nutshells.
given him for showing a gentleman the way out of the But the circumstances of the family had become forest. so distressing that they had given
ployments, creeping sadly away to
up bed
their evening
em-
after a frugal sup-
per.
One
day, as they were gathering nuts in the forest,
Rudolph
said,
What
down.
"Sister,
can
we do
coming on, and times "I'll
"
why
will
fear that
to
mother
help her
?
is
The
breaking winter
is
be harder than ever."
you what, Rudolph," answered Theresa; we do something with your little nut-baskets
tell
can't
I
10
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146
and nut-boats? dren,
who wear
I've fine
heard say that the httle city chilclothes and have plenty of money,
are very fond of such things.
Let us send
all
you have
by mother to-morrow."
And
so on the next
morning the mother's basket took
When evening came the children walked a quarter of a league down to the crossing of the brook to meet her, and hear the fate of their venture. the whole stock.
But the poor woman could only tell them that the work was admired, but that she had not succeeded in selling any of it. That night they went to bed more than ever
The next day, their mother carried their town again, and when she returned they were
disheartened. trinkets to
delighted to
know
that
some of them had
sold for a few
pence, and that a lady had sent an order for some mosses to
make
a moss-basket with.
"We'll make the basket ourselves," exclaimed Rudolph, and the next day they gathered the mosses, and
Rudolph and
his sister
worked nearly
all
night framing
basket of twigs, and fitting in the different colored mosses. What was their delight when they learned that a
the lady had paid a It
was
still
good price for the basket. Sometimes the up-hill work to live.
trin-
and sometimes they did not. But Rudolph kept whittling away, and his sister soon became a good whittler, too. Besides, she often sewed little pin-cushions kets sold
in the nut shells,
and did other things by which her
little
THE wood-chopper's CHILDREN. brown
fingers
were quite as useful
as
147
But
Rudolph's.
often they were discouraged by complete failure to sell. There was a fair to take place some time later, and
Rudolph and Theresa worked hard baskets and nut-shell boats for the
mother was city,
the
to
;
!
shells.
At
last
the poor mother was
the father was not able to
move
all
They even made came the day of
their little articles.
making
and, alas
as the poor
pick berries, but could spend
faces out of the nut
fair
And
broken down, and could not go to the
they had not
their time little
fairly
making swinging
fair.
still
sick,
while
out of his chair for rheu-
This was a sad disappointment, but Rudolph had often been to the city v/ith his mother, and he rematism.
solved to take Theresa and go himself. out, the parents could
As
the food was
not refuse, and the two children
climbed up on the donkey and set out. It was a wearisome and anxious day to the parents. At last, when evening came, there came no returning children. But an
hour
after
dark the donke)^ stopped before the door, and
Rudolph and adventures.
his sister
came
joyfully in to
tell
Very happy were the parents
their complete success.
And now the
the day's
to learn of
children went regu-
larly to the weekly markets or fairs, and had a stall of Their constant whittling made them more their own.
and more
skilful,
and
their
trinkets
were soon much
sought after. They were able to buy a little gold and silver, and soon learned to inlay their nut- shell snuff-boxes
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148
and wooden jewel-cases, so
as to
make them very
beauti-
And as the wood-chopper grew better he was able do the rougher work of preparing the wood for them. And the money they realized was more than the woodful.
to
chopper was ever able to make a while still
some wood-carver's
more curious work.
in his best days.
tools helped
And
he
now has
After
Rudolph
to
do
a shop in town.
Theresa prepares his drawings and patterns for him, and does the staining and moss-work, and the firm is always
known
as
The Wood-Chopper's Children.
body wants a moral
to the story they can furnish
If anyit
them-
selves.
"
I
suppose the moral
SOMETHING "
I
HE
is,
that
EVERYBODY CAN DO
TRIES," said Miller. " said the chairman, s-s-suppose it's b-b-bed-time IF
and the boys adjourned.
THE BOUND BOY. /^~\^
^~^
the
Friday evening the boys came to-
third
gether in
some uncertainty
in
regard to
who was
to
But Will Sampson, the stammering story-teller. president of the club, had taken care to notify John Harbe the
lan, the
widow's son, that he was to
there was any general favorite
it
tell
was John
poverty excited the sympathy of
all,
his
the story. ;
If
for while his
manliness and
generousness of heart made everybody his friend, and so, when Sampson got the boys quiet, he announced " G-g-gentlemen of the order of the c-c-cellar-door, the story-teller for th-the evening is our friend Harlan. :
P-p-please c-come forward to the t-top, Mr. Harlan." "
I
Hurrah
say,
for
Harlan
" !
said
Harry Wilson, and
the boys gave a cheer.
" Give us a good one, John," said mischievous Jackson. " Order
said the chairman.
the c-c-cellar-door,
fl-floor,
son, or
" !
I'll
" I'm
I
Jimmy
" Mr. Harlan has the
Be
mean.
q-quiet, J-J-Jack-
reprimand you severely." perfectly
spoken a word
for
quiet,"
an hour."
said
Jackson.
" Haven't
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I50
STORIES.
JOHN HARLAN'S Well, boys,
I
don't
know
that
STORY. I
can do better than
you the story of one of my mother's old school-mates. His name was Samuel Tomkins
tell
" " Couldn't you give your hero a prettier name ? said " order," and the story Jackson but the president said ;
went on.
He
lived
Ohio River.
in
one of the counties bordering on the
It
was a rough log cabin in which his early He learned to walk on an uneven pun-
was passed. cheon floor; the walls were "chinked" with buckeye sticks, and the cracks daubed with clay, and a barrel, life
with both ends knocked out, finished off the chimney.
His father had emigrated from Pennsylvania, and was what they call in that country a " poor manager." He never got on well, but eked out a living by doing day's works, and hunting and fishing. But Samuel's mother was a woman of education, and had just given him a good He was then but eight years of start, when she died. age. chill,
A few and
months
little
later his father died of a congestive
Sammy
was thrown on the world.
He
was indentured to old Squire Higgins. The Squire was and in those days a bound boy was not
a hard master
much
better "
;
off"
than a slave, any how.
Up
early in the
doing chores," running day, and bringing morning the cows from the pasture in the evening, he was kept all
THE BOUND BOY.
15
1
always busy. The terms of his indenture obligated the Squire to send him to school three months in the winter;
and
it
was a
delightful time to
him when he took
his seat
on the backless benches of the old log school-house, with its one window, and that a long, low one, and its wide old
He And
fireplace.
cypher" very was employed
fast.
"
learned to in the
read,
summer
and
write,
time,
when he
throwing clods off the corn after the had he only to go once across the field while the plough, plough went twice. By hurrying, he could get considerin
This time he
able time to wait at each alternate row.
spent
in
He
studying.
hid
away
his
book
in the fence-
corner, and
by concealing himself a few minutes in the weeds while he waited for the plough, he could manage to learn
something
in a
day.
After he grew larger the Squire failed to send him to When asked about it, he said, " Wal, I 'low he school.
knows use to
But
good deal more'n I do now, learn so much. Spiles a boy to a
Sammy
an' 'taint fill
no
sort o'
him chock
was bent on learning, any how
;
and
full."
in
the
long winter mornings, before day, he used to study hard such books as he could get. " I never seed sich a chap," old Mrs. Higgins would " He say. got a invite to a party last week, and my at
old
man he
tole
him
as
sot right
how he mout go down thar, in that ;
but, d'ye b'lievc
air chimney-corbut ner, and didn't do nothin' steddy an' steddy all the
it ?
jist
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152
whole blessed time, while frolickin'.
It
beats
me
STORIES.
all
all
the other youngsters
wuz
a
holler."
But the next winter poor
Sam had
a hard time of
it.
The new school-master, who was hired because he was cheap, knew very little and when Sam got into trouble ;
with his " sums," and
asked the school-master about " he answered, them, Wal, now, Sam, I hain't cyphered reduction,' and
'
no furder'n
1
can't
tell
But they's
you.
a preacher over in Johnsonville a-preachin' and a-teachin' school.
knows
He
a reg'lar college
is
and
single
feller,
and
reckon he
I
double rule of three, and
all
the
rest."
Sam coaxed
the Squire to
let
him have old " Blaze-
face," the blind mare, to ride to Johnsonville, three miles
he would promise to be back " on time to begin shuckin' corn bright and airly." And before six o'clock he hitched old Blaze in front of " Preacher off,
the next morning,
Brown's ing a see a
"
door.
When
little
surprised to
the door in patched blue-jeans pantaloons
boy by
too short, and
that
was too
and
slate in surprise.
"
he knocked, Mr. Brown was mak-
the stove, and he was not a
fire in
that were
if
tight.
He
a well-worn
looked
"round-about"
at the boy's old arithmetic
"
I'm Squire Higyou please, sir," said Sam, bound I learn want to somethin', but I can't gins' boy. go to school and if I could, 'twouldn't amount to much, If
;
because the master don't
know
as
much
as
I
do, even.
I
THE BOUND BOY. sum
got ^tailed on a
to help
to get
you do everything there
cube root,
in
me
out, for I'm in
is
the old
153
an' I come down here bound to know how to
book
and
;
I've got to
be back to begin work in an hour." The minister shook him by the hand, and sat down cheerfully, and soon put daylight through the "sum."
Then Sam got
down
up, and feeling
in
the bottom of his
pocket, he took out a quarter of a dollar.
pay
you, sir?
year,
"
I
It's I
guess.
Keep
the tears
;
hope
!
keep
!
my
all
Would
I will
that
get in a
enough." said Mr.
my
Brown, brushing away
we
boy,
don't charge for
I'd like to lend
And come
to read.
England
it
" God bless you,
such work as that.
help you,
it's
" it
got, and
I've
all
"
you this History of over any evening, and I'll
brav^e fellow."
One evening
every week the bound boy rode old Blaze over to the minister's house, and rode back after in
came to be great The next year Mr. Brown threatened the old
eleven o'clock, for he and the parson friends.
Squire with the law for his violation of his part of the terms of the indenture, and forced him to release Sam,
who was his
eighteen now, from any further service.
way through college, and
matics
in
is
now
The
University.
He dug
Professor of Mathe-
old
Squire,
when he
hears of Professor Tomkins' success, always chuckles, and " You don't Wal, he used to feed my say, now says, !
hogs."
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154
" We'll adj-j-journ with three cheers for Harlan," said Sampson. And they gave them.
Oh, don't go yet," said Tom Miller half-hour was passed in general talk. '
;
and so another
THE PROFLIGATE PRINCE. T^RIDAY --
evening next after the one on which John
Harlan told
his story,
it
rained
;
so the club did not
But they came together on the following Friday evening, and it was decided that Hans Schlegel should meet.
tell
the story.
" a
Come,
" Schlegel," said Harlan, you must
good many,
books.
for
you
are always studying big
Tell us one of the stories that those old
know German German
jaw-breaking names, have to tell." "Yes," said Jackson, "tell us about Herr Johannes
fellows, with
Wilhelm Frederich Von Schmitzswartsschriekelversaman"
arbeitfrelinghuysen
!
Jimmy's good-natured raillery raised and Hans joined in it with great gusto. "
I
think," said
Harry Wilson,
"
a hearty giggle,
Schlegel can
better story than any of those old fellows,
take
make a
whose names
away your breath when you pronounce them.
Tell
us one of your own, Hans." " " D-d-d-do but the just as you p-p-please, Sch-sch broke down in chairman stammering fairly trying to pro-
nounce the name, and the boys
all
had another laugh.
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156
" Really, gentlemen," said Schlegel,
"
I
should be de-
you have asked me to tell German, and to tell you one
lighted to please you, but as
you a story that I've read in of my own make, and to do just
man who
be like the his
donkey
you remember
I
shall
"
But,
to carry
think
I
shall
I
can
I
Krummacher
have partly forgotten it. Now, if from the German
do
just as
it,
and partly please, and
up the story myself,
filling
I
all."
gratify you " takes Good," said Jackson Schlegel Go on with the story." distinction. I
;
nice
fear
and then
read a story in
I
I
please,
this story, partly translating
I tell
as
I
crowd.
the
please
some time ago, and
I
tried first to ride,
three requests.
all
fulfil
to
as
to
make
a
THE STORY.
He
Hazael was the name of the son of an oriental prince. was carefully educated by command of his father, and
grew up cannot tell
in the valley of the
tell
me.
you, for Herr
At
last,
Krummacher
when he came
father thought best to
know something people who stay
wise men.
to.
is,
at
home always
is
it
is
I
did not deign to
be a young man, his travel, that he might
of other people besides his own.
Thus
where knowledge
that
to
have him
thing strange that differs from
customed
What
For
are apt to think every-
what they have been ac-
that English-speaking
limited, think that
people,
German names
are
THE PROFLIGATE PRINCE. uncouth,
when
ture that
makes them seem
it
in the
Now,
157
only the narrowness of their
is
country
in
own
cul-
so.
which Hazael
lived,
they didn't
we do, to complete their send young men Europe, education by travelling at lightning speed over two or three countries, and then coming back to talk of their as
to
But
travels.
country, they sent them to Persia to
in that
they might study the manners and customs of the people. So Hazael came into Persia. He was allowed every liberty, but his old tutor, Serujah, follive awhile, that
him without
lowed
his
knowledge, and
watched
his
course.
When with
its
Hazael reached the great
splendors.
The
city,
he was dazzled
signs of wealth, the excitements
pf pleasure, and the influence of companions were too
much
for him.
He saw
the crowds of pleasure-seekers,
he was intoxicated with music, he was charmed with the
beauty and conversation of giddy women. the lessons of Serujah. tions.
pation.
ment.
He
forgot
all
Days and nights were spent
in
his
He
forgot
all
noble resolu-
pleasure and dissi-
In vain Serujah looked for any signs of amend-
He was
" a " fast
young ma.n,fasi because he was
going down hill. One day, as he wandered
in the pleasure gardens of his dissolute with Ispahan companions, he beheld his old master, Serujah, dressed as a pilgrim, with staff in hand,
hurrying past him.
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158
"
you, and whither do you journey?"
Whence come
cried out the
"
I
young prince
do not know where
to Serujah.
am
I
going," answered Seru-
jaii.
"What!"
home and gone on
left
"have you and yet do not know
said Hazael, in astonishment,
a pilgrimage, "
where you are going ? " " Oh, yes," said Serujah, I just go here and there, taking the road that seems to be the pleasantest, or that
my
suits
fancy."
" But where
will
you come "
will such travelling lead
"
I
do not know.
to at this rate
?
Where
asked Hazael.
you That matters not ?
to
me," said the
wise man.
Then Hazael turned
man was once
this
my
lunatic,
he
is
he
and now, poor wandering over the earth not knowing where
But
youth. is
his reason has departed,
How
going.
full
companion and said. "See! He was the guide of of wisdom. to his
has the wise
man become
a fool
" !
Serujah came up to the young prince, and taking his knapsack from his back, threw it upon the ground.
"You
have spoken rightly," he said. "Hazael, I once led you, and you followed me. Now, I follow where
you
lead.
going.
I
have
lost
So have you.
my
road, and forgotten where
You
set
me
the example.
are wandering round without purpose. I have forgotten greater fool, you or I ?
Which
my
is
am You
I
the
destination.
THE PROFLIGATE PRINCE.
You have
I
59
forgotten your high duties as a prince, and
your manhood." Thus spoke the wise man, and Hazael saw his folly. " That story is solemn enough for Sunday-school," said
Jimmy
Jackson.
" But
it
isn't
bad.
Sharp old
fel-
low that Jerushy or Serujy, or whatever his name was. But I don't believe it's true. When a fellow gets a-going to the bad
you
can't turn
him around
so easy as that."
THE YOUNG SOAP-BOILER. was
ITgot
a mild evening in the early
fall,
when
the boys
together for the next story, which of course
to the lot of
Tom
Miller, the minister's son,
cellar-door
club was more obliging
forgiving to those
No boy
"The Dominie."
boys familiarly called
who
the
in the
to his friends,
injured him, than
fell
whom
more
"The Dominie,"
and none was more generally loved. But Tom had some He was a believer in "the strong opinions of his own.
when he wanted a little spending and cut wood on the sidewalk, take a saw would money, dignity of work," and
without any regard to some of the fellows, who called him wood-sawyer. He was given to helping his mother, and did not mind having the boys catch him in the kitchen
when
his at
mother was without "help." " There replied,
him he only
body laughed ing I am more proud of than
that
I
am
If is
anynoth-
not afraid to be
This independence, this utter contempt for the sneers of others when he was right, made the boys look useful."
for
something a
little
peculiar
when Tom should come
to
his story.
"
come
G-g-gentlemen to order.
!
Tom
this
c-c-cellar-door
Miller, the
dominie
society "
will
THE YOUNG SOAP-BOILER. "
l6l
"
The wood-sawyer
"
Y-yes, the w-wood-sawyer, the f-fearless reformer,
?
said Jackson, good-naturedly.
the b-b-beHever in hard work, the bravest
member
of the
c-cellar-door cl-club, has the slanting floor, the cellar-
door
itself,
and
I
hope he
will st-st-stand
by
his colors,
and give us a story that has the meanest kind of work it,
made honorable by d-d-dig-dignity of character." " " Sampson stammered a little on dig-dig just
think
the fun.
But the boys
all
in I
for
agreed to his request and so
they heard
TOM MILLER'S
STORY.
My story, boys, shall be what you ask. I shall call it " The Young Soap-Boiler," for I suppose you'll admit that boiling soap is about as unpleasant work as there is. "Touched bottom
that time," interposed
Harry Wil-
son. tell about was Dudley With a cheery eye and voice, a quick eye, a quicker hand and a fleet foot, he was a great favorite on the play-ground. If there was a weak boy, whom the
Well, the boy that I'm going to
Crawford.
others imposed upon.
Dudley was always
and the mean fellows who make up for " ward boys of their size by " picking
his fast friend,
their cowardice toat little fellows or
green boys, had always a wholesome fear of Dudley, though I do not think he ever struck one of them. But II
1
62
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eye cowed them, and I am sure he would have struck hard if it had been necessary to protect
his fearless, honest
who kept under his wing. " Dud's chickens." boys called them the poor
little
The
fellows
There was one boy in the school, Walter Whittaker, Avho had a special desire to be on good terms with DudWalter's father had gotten rich during the war, and Walter had a special fondness for being genteel. He
ley.
wore gloves, and kept
any occasion
for.
older than Dudley.
Crawford his
his
boots brighter than there was
He was
not
much
of a scholar, though
But he was fond of
calling
young
friend, because Dudley's father was a rich
and talented lawyer.
At
last,
there
came a
financial crash that sent all of
Mr. Crawford's half-million of dollars to the winds.
was
in
feeble health
when
it
came, and the
He
loss of his " "
property hastened his death. The very same panic left Whittaker poor also. But the two boys took it very Whittaker looked as crestfallen as if he had differently.
committed a crime.
Dudley mourned the
loss of his
father, but held up his head bravely under the sudden Whittaker looked around for a "situation." poverty.
But the times were hard, and situations were not to be had. Every clerk that could be dispensed with was sent away, and besides, merchants do not like to employ a fellow who wears gloves and looks afraid of soiling his hands.
Dudley had
his
mother
to support,
and looked about
THE YOUNG SOAP BOILER. bravely for work. everything, as
Mr.
Bluff,
But no work was seemed,
it
who owned
163
He
to be had.
until at last
tried
he asked stern old
half a dozen factories of different
kinds.
"
You want work, do
want to keep books or such a
lot
o' fellers
you, young
man
?
I
s'pose
suthin' o' that sort.
I
never saw
askin'
for
work and
afraid
you
to dirty
their fingers."
"
do any honest work by which I can earn my bread, without being dependent on friends." " Any honest work, will you ? I'll make you back out I'll
of that
" "
air.
I'll
Try me,
bet you won't begin where
sir,
Well, then,
and I'll
did."
I
see."
give
you good wages
to
go
into
my
Ha ha that's soap factory next Monday morning. honest work but fellers of your cloth don't do that sort !
!
;
of honest work."
" / Mr.
will, sir."
Bluff"
was
utterly surprised, but he gave
Dudley
the situation, saying that he reckoned the smell of soap-
grease would send him out.
Dudley hardly knew what to make of his own boldBut he only told his mother that he had a situation
ness.
with Mr. Bluff, and that he did not nature of his duties.
He was
know
the precise
not ashamed of his work,
but afraid of giving her pain. Monday morning he went early to the soap factory,
QUEER STORIES.
l64
stopping at the tailor's on the way, and getting a pair of It must be confessed blue overalls that he had ordered. that the smell of the factory disgusted
him
at first, but
he
He saw that brains were used in He became more and more interested as he
soon became interested. soap-making.
saw how accurate some of the chemical processes were.
He
soon learned to cut the great blocks of hard soap with he watched with eager interest the use of coloring wires ;
matters in making the mottled soaps, and he soon became some of
so skilful that surly Mr. Bluff promoted him to
the less unpleasant parts of the work.
But there was much the
young
ladies
who had come
talk about
who had been
Some
it
at
first.
useless
all
their lives,
of
and
was necessary to " surprised that Dudley Crawford respectability, were should follow so low a trade." But those very people to think that uselessness
never once thought it disgraceful in Walter Whittaker to be a genteel loafer, living off his father's hard-earned salary,
And
I
and pretending that he was looking will not be too hard on Whittaker.
could have had a situation
and be paid well for it, But he shunned Dudley.
for a situation. I
think
if
he
which he could do nothing, he would have been delighted. in
Partly because he was afraid of
compromising his own respectability, and partly because he had sense enough to see that Dudley's honest eyes looked through him, and saw what a humbug he was. After a year Dudley's father's estate was settled, and
THE YOUNG SOAP-BOILER.
165
owing to an unexpected rise in some of the property, it was found that the debts would all be paid, and a small balance be
left for
the famih-.
It
was but a small amount,
enabled Dudley to lay aside his blue overalls, and Dr. Parmlee, the princireturn to the old school again. but
it
was delighted
pal,
to
have such a good pupil back again.
Whittaker came back about the same time, first
day he whispered
to
some of
the boys that
The boys laughed
smelled of soap-grease.
and' the
very
Dudley
thoughtlessly,
boys are apt to do, and passed the poor joke round. Dudley maintained the respect of the school in general, but there was a small clique, who never knew their les-
as
sons, but
who prided themselves on being
genteel dunces.
used to talk about the soap-grease, even in but the Doctor quietly retorted Dr. Parmlee's presence
These
folks
that
Crawford's hands smelled of soap-grease, that was
;
if
better than to have soap-grease inside his head and po-
matum on
the outside.
They were
a
little
more modest
but they could not forbear allusions that kept fire. His mother, who was very proud of her son's independence, could not but feel sorry that he after this,
Dudley under
was subject to such persecutions. *' Ah, mother," he would say, " the thing that I am proudest of in my life is, Don't think that I spent a year in Bluff's soap factory. that
I
At class.
am annoyed
at the barkings of lap-dogs."
came the day of graduation. Dudley led the There was a great crowd of fine people. The last
last
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l66
" Honest Work Honon the programme was Dudley Crawford." With a characteristic manli-
speech of orable
all
So
ness he stood up bravely for work.
fine
were
his ar-
guments, so undaunted his bearing, that the audience Dr. Parmlee took off his spectacles were carried away. to wipe his eyes. Dudley's mother could not conceal her " Franklin's hands had printers' ink on them," " but they were shaken by princes and savans he said, pleasure.
the lightning
di-d
not despise them.
Garibaldi's fingers
were soiled with candle-grease, but they have moulded a free nation. Stephenson's fingers were black with coal,
and soiled with machine
oil
of a fireman's work, but they
pointed out highways to commerce and revolutionized
There are those
civilization.
looked crestfallen here) "
"
(Whittaker and his set
who
will gladly take the hand " of worthless loafers, or of genteel villains (here certain
ladies looked
down),
" but who would not have dared
shake hands with Franklin, the printer, with Garibaldi,
But Stephenson, the stoker. and right-thinking men there are no soiled
the tallow-chandler, with before
God
hands but guilty hands or idle ones." When he sat down, others beside his mother shed tears, and good Dr. Parmlee shook his pupil's hand in sight of the audience, but the applause
was so great that
nobody could hear what he said. And the next day a came from the chief editor of a leading paper, saying
note
that one
who
believed enough
in
labor to carry out his
THE YOUNG SOAP-BOILER. principles in his
them.
He
life,
167
would make an earnest advocate of
therefore tendered Mr. Crawford a place on
the editorial staff of his paper.
"
P-pretty
Sampson.
well
done,
Dominie,"
stammered Will
THE SHOEMAKER'S SECRET. A LL -^^^
things have an end.
had an end was the
other things
came
came
to an
Among
fine
other things that
summer
end with
it.
weather.
Many
Grass, flowers, and
Chirping of katydids came to an end. and chattering of swallows and songs of robins. And with the summer ended the Cellar-door Club, like
leaves
all
to an
end.
other out-door things that could not stand the
frost.
The boys understood
that their last meeting had come. But Will Sampson, the stammering chairman, was to tell his story, and though the cold evening made them
button up their coats, they determined to have one more good time together. And so with many a merry joke they took their places for what Jimmy Jackson called the " inclined plane of social enjoyment." Tom Miller got
up under the window and called the meeting to order, announcing that Mr. Sampson would tell the story for the evening.
"I s-s-see,
and
d-don't
b-boys,
know about if I tell it I
th-that," said Will.
shall
have to d-do
it
"You b-by
fits
you w-want g-g-get somebody whose tongue w-will w-wag when they starts.
If
a s-story told straight ahead,
THE shoemaker's SECRET. want
you want a y-yarn
If
to.
it
j
169
am
I
-j-jerked out,
your man." "
We
will
take
Will," said Miller.
and
it
jerked or any other
want
I
way you
choose,
to say just here that patience
would have cured Sampson of his stamThere is no excuse for anybody going through
self-control
merings.
the world with such a defect,
when
there are so
many
in-
stances of the victory of a strong and patient resolution
over
I shall give the story
it.
here as
if
he had spoken
it
smoothly.
WILL SAMPSON'S STORY. In a country a long
way
name
should
the
gard to
of
its
don't think
it
for fear I
off
I
don't care to
tell
make some mistake
you
in re-
geography or history or manners, and besides it's anybody's business just where a story
in a country a long way off perhaps that in existed never somebody's head, who country except knows ? Besides, a country that is in your head is
happened
just as
good lage all
good
as
one that
for a story.
known
is
Well,
on the map.
in
this
At
least it's as
country there was a
vil-
as the village of shoemakers, because nearly
the people
made
shoes.
Peg, peg, peg, could
be
to the other, from morning till of hammers. Into this shower was a perfect night. town came one day a peasant lad of twelve years of age,
Heard from one end of
it
It
with a blue blouse and a queer red flannel cap.
He had
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170
travelled
many
a
weary
mile,
and he asked
at
was taken
tomed went
into the
out, the
work and
he
shop of a hard master, who was accusBut when the master
new boy
said nothing, even
own
red cap.
rest did,
when
the leather was thrown
And somehow he always got more And the master never beat rest.
Hugo, the boy in the red flannel it was because of the charm
said
cap did not throw but attended to his
in the red flannel
about as the
work done than the
neck.
last
to beat his boys severely.
bits of leather
at his
every shop
At
that he might learn the shoemakers' trade.
cap.
The
other boys
that he wore round his
For Hugo wore an old copper coin suspended
like
The master paid a little something for extra work, and for some reason, the boys said on account of his charm, Hugo always had more than the rest. a school-boy's medal.
He
did not spend
it,
but once a year a
man
with a red
Hugo's appeared and received all the overwork, and then went away. The boys
flannel cap like
boy's pay for
made up
minds that Hugo had some sort of witchcopper coin. After some years his apprentice-
their
craft in his
Hugo became a journeyman, working in same quiet way and doing more work than any other man in the village, though he did not work any faster.
ship expired, and
the
Meantime
several of his brothers,
quiet way, had appeared, and sat
same shop.
each with the same
down
Each of them wore the red
to
work
in the
flannel cap with
a tassel, and each of them had a copper coin about his
THE shoemaker's SECRET.
171
Hugo had
disappeared for a few days once, and had brought back a wife. His brothers Hved in his house. Soon he set up a shop. As the other shoemakers were neck.
charm, he had neither apprentice nor journeyman except his brothers. Fortunately there were no less than ten of them, all with red flannel caps and blue afraid of his
blouses, and
wearing copper coins about their necks. But Hugo's shop turned out more than any other. The dealers over the border, when there was an order to be " Send to Hugo, he wears a quickly filled, always said, charm."
At
last there
came a war.
The king
of the country in
which the "village of shoemakers" was, sent a herald into the town, who proclaimed that if the village would furnish a certain
number of shoes
for the
army by a given
daj, the
young men should be exempt from
but that
if
and
the village failed, every
old, should
be marched
man
in the
off into
conscription
;
town, young
the army.
There
was a great cry, for the task appeared to be an impossible one.
Whether
it
was
a superstitious reverence
for
Hugo's charm, or that in trouble they naturally depended on him, certain it is that the crowd by common consent gathered before the shop-door of the silent shoemaker in For so busy had the blue blouse and red flannel cap.
Hugo been
that he
had not heard the herald's proclama-
tion.
"Neighbors,"
said
Hugo, "this
is
a great waste of
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1/2
We
have a very few days to do a great work, one hour wasted already. Every journeyman and here and apprentice is here idle. Let every one of them retime.
is
turn to their benches and go to work.
my
step into
men
little
hastened
them, and
off,
the street.
He
He
charge of the whole village as did not allow a man to be seen on
set the
He
as they could.
in
women
last
day given by the king it was
near, the masters were about to give up, for
drew
found that every shop was
But Hugo
sternly told
When
places.
man
work doing such work
at
did not allow a shop to close until far
But as the
into the night.
The journeywork between
the masters divided the
Hugo was put
one great shop.
Let the masters
house here to consult."
behind
its
to hold their
proportion.
men
in their
the last night came, he did not allow a
When
to sleep.
falling
them
morning came he made the women
count the shoes from each shop, but kept the men at work. As the accounts were made up, it was found that each
shop and
fell
behind.
women were
came
last.
made
just
ciency.
It
The men
work
in despair at last,
crying in the streets.
was found that he and
enough over
The
quit
their share to
whole village hailed
him
Hugo's shop had
his brothers
make up
the defi-
as their deliverer,
and everybody said that it was because of his charm. When the war was over the king came to the village to thank the
shoemakers
peared before him.
for their aid.
When
All but
Hugo
ap-
he heard of Hugo's conduct
THE shoemaker's SECRET. he sent
him.
for
you are the done.
"They man who had
173
me," said the king, "that
tell
the required
number
of shoes
They say that you and your ten brothers wear
charms.
Tell
me your
secret."
Hugo, holding his red Sire, when I was a lad
flannel cap in his hand,
began had children. my many I left my mountain home, and came here to earn someThese my ten brothers came thing to help support them. after me. When each one left, our good mother hung a "
copper coin about
you are going
among you
to a
and
town where there
the shoemakers, masters
Remember that is much idleness *
said,
Whenever remem-
and men.
are tempted to be idle or to be discouraged,
ber what sire,
his neck,
:
father
the
'
KEEP PEGGING AWAY Behold, charm by which we have succeeded, by which I
we saved
tell
you,
!
the village from your wrath, and your land
from destruction."
And
after that there
might have been seen
in the king's
importance, ten men in blue blouses and red flannel caps, wearing each a copper coin
employ,
in various affairs of
about his neck.
When Sampson story, the ler's
had stammered
boys agreed to meet
house.
his
way through
this
Tom
Mil-
for the winter in
Modern
Fables.
FLAT TAIL, THE BEAVER.
COLONY
A -^^-
of beavers selected a beautiful spot on a
clear stream, called Silver Creek, to build
them-
Without waiting for any orders, and without any wrangling about whose place was the best, they gnawed down some young trees and laid the foundaselves a habitation.
dam.
tion for a
With
that skill for which they are so re-
markable, they built it so that it would protect them from cold, from water, and from their foes. When it was completed, they were delighted with it, and paddled
round joyously
in the
pond above, expressing
ure to each other in true beaver
style.
In this colony there was one
name
of Flat Tail.
their pleas-
His father,
young beaver, by the whose name was Mud
Dauber, had been a celebrated beaver, who, having very superior teeth, could ity.
Old
gnaw through
Mud Dauber
trees with great rapid-
had distinguished himself chiefly, dam on three separate occasions
saving the
however, by in time of flood. prudence,
He had done
always beginning to
by his courage and work as soon as he saw
this
the danger coming, without waiting
become too
great to repair. 12
till
the
damage had
QUEER
178
But
his son, this
As
fellow.
STORIES.
young
long as old
fellow Flat Tail,
Mud Dauber
lived,
was a sorry
he did pretty
well, but as soon as his father died Flat Tail set up for
somebody
great.
Whenever any one questioned
tensions, he always replied
"
am Mud
I
his pre-
:
Dauber's son.
I
belong to the best blood
in the colony."
He for
utterly refused to
gnaw
or build.
He was meant
something better, he said. so one day in autumn, when the beavers were,
And
going out
in
search of food for winter use, as Flat Tail
for nothing else, they set him to mind the dam. After they had started, Flat Tail's uncle, old Mr. Webfoot, turned back and told his nephew to be very watch-
was good
had been a great rain on the head-waters of Silver Creek, and he was afraid there would be a flood. ful,
as there
"Be
very careful," said Webfoot, "about the small
leaks."
" I
am
"
who are you talking to ? Pshaw," said Flat Tail, Mud Dauber's son, and do you think I need your
advice
" ?
After they had gone the stream began to sticks
and leaves were eddying round
in the
rise.
Little
pool above.
Soon the water came up faster, to the great delight of the conceited young beaver, who was pleased with the opportunity to
show the
rest
And though he disliked
what kind of
stuff
he was made
of.
work, he now began to strengthen
FLAT TAIL, THE BEAVER.
dam
the
in the
middle where the water looked the most
But just
threatening.
strongest, and,
I79
in
at
fact,
this
point the
the least
in
dam was
danger.
the
Near the
shore there was a place where the water was already findits
ing
way
through.
A
friendly kingfisher
who
sat
on a
neighboring tree warned him that the water was coming through, but always too conceited to accept of counsel, he answered " Oh, that's only a small leak, and near the shore. What does a kingfisher know about a beaver dam any:
way
You
!
needn't advise
Dauber's son. in the
I
me
shall fight the
!
I
am
the great
Mud
stream bravely, right here
worst of the flood."
But Flat Tail soon found that the water
in the
pond
was
falling. Looking round for the cause, he saw that the small leak had broken away a large portion of the dam,
and that the torrent was rushing through
it
wildly.
Poor
now worked
like a hero, throwing himself wildly be carried away below and forced to walk up again on the shore. His efforts were of no avail, and had not the rest of the Silver Creek beaver family
Flat Tail
into the water only to
come along
at that time, their
stock of provisions would
home and
alike
their winter's
have been destroyed.
Next day there was much beaver laughter over Flat
Tail's
repairs on the strong part of the dam, and the name that before had been a credit to him was turned into a re-
proach,
for
from that day the beavers called him,
in
l80
QUEER STORIES.
derision,
"
Mud
Dauber's son, the best blood
in
the
colony."
Don't neglect a danger because it is small don't boast and don't be too conceited to re;
of what your father did ceive
good
advice.
;
THE MOCKING-BIRD'S SINGING-SCHOOL.
A
LADY to her
brought a mocking-bird from
home
in the
the neighborhood looked upon chill
northern air
made
At
North. it
New
first all
Orleans
the birds in
with contempt.
The
the poor bird homesick, and for
a few days he declined to sing for anybody. " Well, I do declare," screamed out Miss Guinea-fowl,
"to see the It don't
care our mistress takes of that
seem
to be able to sing a note.
music than that myself. atic.
Pot-rack
pot-rack
Indeed, !
my
pot-rack
!
bird.
make more
can
voice "
!
I
homely is
quite oper-
and the empty-
headed Miss Guinea-fowl nearly cracked her own throat, and the ears of everybody else, with her screams. And the great vain peacock spread his sparkling tail-feathers in the sun, and looked with annihilating scorn on the dull
" Daddy Longlegs," plumage of the poor mocking-bird. the Shanghai rooster, crowed louder than ever, with one eye on the poor jaded bird, and said: "What a con" Gander temptible little thing you are, to be sure !
White, Esq., the portly barn-yard alderman, hissed at him, and even Duck Waddler, the tadpole catcher, called
him a quack.
1
QUEER STORIES.
82
But wise old Dr. " Wait and
see.
Parrot,
some people think." There came a day
at last
when
Daddy Longlegs crowed
warm.
next cage,
the
in
said
:
There's more under a brown coat than
the sun shone out
hoarsely his delight, the
peacock tried his musical powers by shouting Ne-onk ne-onk and Duck Waddler quacked away more ridicu!
!
lously than ever.
Just then the mocking-bird ruffled his
brown neck-feathers and began of
all
up
to sing.
the song-birds of the South
in that
one
little
All the melody
seemed
to
be bottled
bosom. Even Miss Guinea-fowl had " to her hideous
sense enough to stop
operatic
pot-rack,"
wonderful sweetness of the stranger's song. with his own singing, the bird began cheered Becoming to mimic the hoarse crowing with which Daddy Longlegs
listen to the
wakened him
morning. This set the barn-yard in a roar, and the peacock shouted his applause in a loud " ne-onk " Alas for him, the mocking-bird mimicked in the
!
!
quacked like the duck, and even " " better Miss Guinea-fowl found that he could pot-rack
his hideous cry, then
than she could.
The Shanghai remarked
to the peacock that this young a was remarkable Louisianian acquisition to the commuGander White thought he ought to be elected to nity ;
the city council, and Miss Guinea-fowl remarked that she
had always thought there was something in the young man. Dr. Parrot laughed quietly at this last remark.
THE mocking-bird's SINGING-SCHOOL.
183
The very next day the mocking-bird was asked up a singing-school. The wliole barn-yard was in tion of
improving
to take
the no-
And
the popular capacity to sing.
Daddy Longlegs came
near breaking his neck in his hurry to advocate a measure that he on a barrel-head up saw was likely to be popular.
to get
But
it
did not
come
to anything.
The only song
that
the rooster could ever sing was the one in Mother Goose,
about the dame losing her shoe and the master his fiddlestick, at which Professor Mocking-bird couldn't help smilMr. Peacock, the gentleman of leisure, could do " ne-onk " which made nothing more than his frightful ing.
!
everybody shiver more than a saw-file would. Gander White said he himself had a good ear for music, but a poor voice, while the Hon. Turkey Pompous said he had Dr. Parrot \vas a fine bass voice, but no ear for tune. " " when the whole company heard to say Humbug !
turned to him for an explanation.
He was at
that
moment
taking his morning gymnastic exercise, by swinging him-
from perch to perch, holding on by his beak. he got through, he straightened up and said " In the first of a all made
When
self
:
place,
about
my life him
whom you knew
you
sport
nothing.
I
spent
many
with a learned doctor of divinity, and
I
stranger
years of
often heard
speak severely of the sin of rash judgments.
when you found
that our
desired to sing like him.
new
friend could sing,
Now, he was made
But
you
to
all
sing,
1
QUEER STORIES,
84
rest of us to do something else. You, Mr. Gander White, are good to make feather beds and Hon. Turkey Pompous is good for the next pillows
and each of the
;
Thanksgiving day
good
for
brushes
;
and you, Mr. Peacock
nothing but to grow tail-feathers to make flyBut we all have our use. If we will all do
of.
in our own proper our neighbor. Miss has wasted two hours a day for the
our best to be as useful as
we
sphere,
will
do
Sophie Jones, who last ten years,
better.
we can
There
means
is
trying to learn music,
give her musical talent, while Peter street,
Strutvvell, are
when nature
Thompson,
did not
across the
to starve to death, trying to be a lawyer,
without any talent for
it.
Let us keep
in
our
own proper
spheres."
The company hoped he would say more, but
Dr. Par-
began to exercise again, in order to keep gestion good, and the rest dispersed. rot here
his di-
THE BOBOLINK AND THE OWL. T T AVING eaten his breakfast of ^ ^ hnk thought he would show so he
beech-nuts, a bobo-
himself neighborly over to an old hopped gloomy oak tree, where ;
there sat a hooting owl, and after bowing his head gracefully,
and waving
most friendly manner, he
his tail in the
began chirruping cheerily, somewhat in " Good-morning, Mr. Owl what a !
we have." "Fine!" groaned the owl, see how you can call it fine with
this fashion fine bright
:
morn-
ing
"fine, indeed!
I
don't
that fierce sun glaring in
one's eyes,"
The bobolink was
quite disconcerted
by
this outburst,
but after jumping about nervously from twig to twig for a while, he began again " What a beautiful meadow that is which you can see :
from your south window How sweet the flowers look Really you have a pleasant view, if your house is a little !
!
gloomy." "Beautiful! did you say? Pleasant! What sort of I haven't been able to look out of taste you must have !
that
window
since
May.
The
color of the grass
is
too
1
QUEER STORIES.
86
and the flowers are very
bright,
I
painful.
don't
mind
November, but this morning I must find a shadier place, where the light won't disturb my that view so
much
in
morning nap."
And
so,
with a complaining
"
Hoo
he flapped his melancholy wings and
!
hoo
flitted
!
hoo-ah
away
" !
into the
depths of a swamp. And a waggish old squirrel, who had heard the conversation, asked the bobolink how he could expect any
one to
like beautiful things
who looked
out of such great
staring eyes.
The
pleasantness
of our
more upon the eyes we about
surroundings depends far see with, than upon the objects
us.
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NOAH BROOKS' OUT-OF-DOOR STORIES FOR BOYS. THE FAIRPORT By
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" White Fairport Nine have their closely contested base-ball matches with the Bears," and the description will bring vividly before every lover of that manly sport similar scenes in
The
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'
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GODFREY MORGAN. A CALIFORNIA MYSTERY. By JULES VERNE. One volume. i2mo illustrations. $2.00 this time finds scope for its vagaries in the CaliVerne's fancy cyclopedic Jules fomian Eldorado, among the millionaires of absolutely limitless resources, who, the French romancer would have us believe, form a large class of the population
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PHAETON ROGERS. One volume. i2mo.
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