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Americans for Little Americans</h1> + +<h2 class="no-break">by Edward Eggleston</h2> + +<h5>AUTHOR OF “TRUE STORIES OF AMERICAN LIFE AND ADVENTURE” +“A FIRST BOOK IN AMERICAN HISTORY” AND “A HISTORY OF THE +UNITED STATES AND ITS PEOPLE FOR THE USE OF SCHOOLS”</h5> + +<h4>1895</h4> + +<hr /> + +<h2>Contents</h2> + +<table summary="" style=""> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#pref01">PREFACE</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap01">The First Governor in Boston</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap02">Marquette in Iowa</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap03">Indian Pictures</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap04">William Penn and the Indians</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap05">One Little Bag of Rice</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap06">The Story of a Wise Woman</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap07">Franklin his own Teacher</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap08">How Franklin found out Things</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap09">Franklin asks the Sunshine something</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap10">Franklin and the Kite</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap11">Franklin’s Whistle</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap12">Too much for the Whistle</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap13">John Stark and the Indians</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap14">A Great Good Man</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap15">Putnam and the Wolf</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap16">Washington and his Hatchet</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap17">How Benny West learned to be a Painter</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap18">Washington’s Christmas Gift</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap19">How Washington got out of a Trap</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap20">Washington’s Last Battle</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap21">Marion’s Tower</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap22">Clark and his Men</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap23">Daniel Boone and his Grapevine Swing</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap24">Daniel Boone’s Daughter and her Friends</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap25">Decatur and the Pirates</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap26">Stories about Jefferson</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap27">A Long Journey</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap28">Captain Clark’s Burning Glass</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap29">Quicksilver Bob</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap30">The First Steamboat</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap31">Washington Irving as a Boy</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap32">Don’t give up the Ship</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap33">Grandfather’s Rhyme</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap34">The Star-spangled Banner</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap35">How Audubon came to know about Birds</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap36">Audubon in the Wild Woods</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap37">Hunting a Panther</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap38">Some Boys who became Authors</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap39">Daniel Webster and his Brother</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap40">Webster and the Poor Woman</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap41">The India-rubber Man</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap42">Doctor Kane in the Frozen Sea</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap43">A Dinner on the Ice</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap44">Doctor Kane gets out of the Frozen Sea</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap45">Longfellow as a Boy</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap46">Kit Carson and the Bears</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap47">Horace Greeley as a Boy</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap48">Horace Greeley learning to Print</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap49">A Wonderful Woman</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap50">The Author of “Little Women”</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap51">My Kingdom</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap52">A Song from the Suds</a></td> +</tr> + +</table> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="pref01"></a>PREFACE.</h2> + +<p> +The primary aim of this book is to furnish the little learner reading matter +that will excite his attention and give him pleasure, and thus make lighter the +difficult task of learning to read. The ruggedness of this task has often been +increased by the use of disconnected sentences, or lessons as dry and +uninteresting as finger exercises on the piano. It is a sign of promise that +the demand for reading matter of interest to the child has come from teachers. +I have endeavored to meet this requirement in the following stories. +</p> + +<p> +As far as possible the words chosen have been such as are not difficult to the +little reader, either from their length or their unfamiliarity. The sentences +and paragraphs are short. Learning to read is like climbing a steep hill, and +it is a great relief to the panting child to find frequent breathing places. +</p> + +<p> +It is one of the purposes of these stories to make the mind of the pupil +familiar with some of the leading figures in the history of our country by +means of personal anecdote. Some of the stories are those that every American +child ought to know, because they have become a kind of national folklore. +Such, for example, are “Putnam and the Wolf” and the story of +“Franklin’s Whistle.” I have thought it important to present +as great a variety of subjects as possible, so that the pupil may learn +something not only of great warriors and patriots, but also of great statesmen. +The exploits of discoverers, the triumphs of American inventors, and the +achievements of men of letters and men of science, find place in these stories. +All the narratives are historical, or at least no stories have been told for +true that are deemed fictitious. Every means which the writer’s literary +experience could suggest has been used to make the stories engaging, in the +hope that the interest of the narrative may prove a sufficient spur to exertion +on the part of the pupil, and that this little book will make green and +pleasant a pathway that has so often been dry and laborious. It will surely +serve to excite an early interest in our national history by giving some of the +great personages of that history a place among the heroes that impress the +susceptible imagination of a child. It is thus that biographical and historical +incidents acquire something of the vitality of folk tales. +</p> + +<p> +The illustrations that accompany the text have been planned with special +reference to the awakening of the child’s attention. To keep the mind +alert and at its best is more than half the battle in teaching. The publishers +and the author of this little book believe that in laying the foundation of a +child’s education the best work is none too good. +</p> + +<p> +The larger words have been divided by hyphens when a separation into syllables +is likely to help the learner. The use of the hyphen has been regulated +entirely with a view to its utility. After a word not too difficult has been +made familiar by its repeated occurrence, the hyphens are omitted. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap01"></a>STORIES OF GREAT AMERICANS.</h2> + +<p> +[Illustration: THE FIRST GOVERNOR IN BOSTON] +</p> + +<p> +Before the white people came, there were no houses in this country but the +little huts of the In-di-ans. The In-di-an houses were made of bark, or mats, +or skins, spread over poles. +</p> + +<p> +Some people came to one part of the country. Others started set-tle-ments in +other places. When more people came, some of these set-tle-ments grew into +towns. The woods were cut down. Farms were planted. Roads were made. But it +took many years for the country to fill with people. +</p> + +<p> +The first white people that came to live in the woods where Boston is now, +settled there a long time ago. They had a gov-ern-or over them. He was a good +man, and did much for the people. His name was John Win-throp. +</p> + +<p> +The first thing the people had to do was to cut down the trees. After that they +could plant corn. But at first they could not raise any-thing to eat. They had +brought flour and oat-meal from England. But they found that it was not enough +to last till they could raise corn on their new ground. +</p> + +<p> +Win-throp sent a ship to get more food for them. The ship was gone a long time. +The people ate up all their food. They were hungry. They went to the sea-shore, +and found clams and mussels. They were glad to get these to eat. +</p> + +<p> +At last they set a day for every-body to fast and pray for food. The gov-ern-or +had a little flour left. Nearly all of this was made into bread, and put into +the oven to bake. He did not know when he would get any more. +</p> + +<p> +Soon after this a poor man came along. His flour was all gone. His bread had +all been eaten up. His family were hungry. The gov-ern-or gave the poor man the +very last flour that he had in the barrel. +</p> + +<p> +Just then a ship was seen. It sailed up toward Boston. It was loaded with food +for all the people. +</p> + +<p> +The time for the fast day came. But there was now plenty of food. The fast day +was turned into a thanks-giving day. +</p> + +<p> +One day a man sent a very cross letter to Gov-ern-or Win-throp. Win-throp sent +it back to him. He said, “I cannot keep a letter that might make me +angry.” Then the man that had written the cross letter wrote to +Win-throp, “By con-quer-ing yourself, you have con-quered me.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap02"></a>MARQUETTE IN IOWA.</h2> + +<p> +The first white men to go into the middle of our country were French-men. The +French had settled in Can-a-da. They sent mis-sion-a-ries to preach to the +Indians in the West. They also sent traders to buy furs from the Indians. +</p> + +<p> +The French-men heard the Indians talk about a great river in the West. But no +French-man had ever gone far enough to see the Mis-sis-sip-pi. +</p> + +<p> +Mar-quette was a priest. Jo-li-et was a trader. These two men were sent to find +the great river that the Indians talked about. +</p> + +<p> +They trav-eled in two birch canoes. They took five men to paddle the canoes. +They took some smoked meat to eat on the way. They also took some Indian corn. +They had trinkets to trade to the Indians. Hatchets, and beads, and bits of +cloth were the money they used to pay the Indians for what they wanted. +</p> + +<p> +The friendly Indians in Wis-con-sin tried to per-suade them not to go. They +told them that the Indians on the great river would kill them. +</p> + +<p> +The friendly Indians also told them that there was a demon in one part of the +river. They said that this demon roared so loud that he could be heard a long +way off. They said that the demon would draw the trav-el-ers down into the +water. Then they told about great monsters that ate up men and their canoes. +</p> + +<p> +But Mar-quette and the men with him thought they would risk the journey. They +would not turn back for fear of the demon or the monsters. +</p> + +<p> +The two little canoes went down the Wis-con-sin River. After some days they +came to the Mis-sis-sip-pi. More than a hundred years before, the Spaniards had +seen the lower part of this river. But no white man had ever seen this part of +the great river. Mar-quette did not know that any white man had ever seen any +part of the Mis-sis-sip-pi. +</p> + +<p> +The two little canoes now turned their bows down the river. Some-times they saw +great herds of buf-fa-loes. Some of these came to the bank of the river to look +at the men in the canoes. They had long, shaggy manes, which hung down over +their eyes. +</p> + +<p> +For two weeks the trav-el-ers paddled down the river. In all this time they did +not see any Indians. After they had gone hundreds of miles in this way, they +came to a place where they saw tracks in the mud. It was in what is now the +State of I-o-wa. +</p> + +<p> +Mar-quette and Jo-li-et left the men in their canoes, and followed the tracks. +After walking two hours, they came to an Indian village. The Frenchmen came +near enough to hear the Indians talking. The Indians did not see them. +</p> + +<p> +Jo-li-et and Mar-quette did not know whether the Indians would kill them or +not. They said a short prayer. Then they stood out in full view, and gave a +loud shout. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians came out of their tents like bees. They stared at the strangers. +Then four Indians came toward them. These Indians carried a peace pipe. They +held this up toward the sun. This meant that they were friendly. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians now offered the peace pipe to the French-men. The French-men took +it, and smoked with the Indians. This was the Indian way of saying, “We +are friends.” +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Marquette and Joliet] +</p> + +<p> +Mar-quette asked the Indians what tribe they belonged to. They told him that +they were of the tribe called the Il-li-nois. +</p> + +<p> +They took Jo-li-et and Mar-quette into their village. They came to the door of +a large wig-wam. A chief stood in the door. He shaded his eyes with both hands, +as if the sun were shining in his face. Then he made a little speech. +</p> + +<p> +He said, “French-men, how bright the sun shines when you come to see us! +We are all waiting for you. You shall now come into our houses in peace.” +</p> + +<p> +The Il-li-nois Indians made a feast for their new friends. First they had mush +of corn meal, with fat meat in it. One of the Indians fed the Frenchmen as +though they were babies. He put mush into their mouths with a large spoon. +</p> + +<p> +Then came some fish. The Indian that fed the vis-it-ors picked out the bones +with his fingers. Then he put the pieces of fish into their mouths. After they +had some roasted dog. The French-men did not like this. Last, they were fed +with buf-fa-lo meat. +</p> + +<p> +The next morning six hundred Indians went to the canoes to tell the Frenchmen +good-by. They gave Mar-quette a young Indian slave. And they gave him a peace +pipe to carry with him. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap03"></a>INDIAN PICTURES.</h2> + +<p> +When Mar-quette and his men left the Il-li-nois, they went on down the river. +The friendly Il-li-nois had told them that the Indians they would see were bad, +and that they would kill any one who came into their country. +</p> + +<p> +The Frenchmen had heard before this that there were demons and monsters in the +river. One day they saw some high rocks with pictures painted on them. The ugly +pictures made them think of these monsters. They were painted in red, black, +and green colors. They were pictures of two Indian demons or gods. +</p> + +<p> +Each one of these monsters was about the size of a calf. They had horns as long +as those of a deer. Their eyes were red. Their faces were like a man’s, +but they were ugly and frightful. They had beards like a tiger’s. Their +bodies were covered with scales like those on a fish. Their long tails were +wound round their bodies, and over their heads, and down between their legs. +The end of each tail was like that of a fish. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians prayed to these ugly gods when they passed in their canoes. Even +Mar-quette and his men were a little frightened when they saw such pictures in +a place so lonely. The Frenchmen went down the river about twelve hundred +miles. Some-times the Indians tried to kill them, but by showing the peace pipe +they made friends. At last they turned back. Jo-li-et went to Can-a-da. +Mar-quette preached to the Indians in the West till he died. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap04"></a>WILLIAM PENN AND THE INDIANS.</h2> + +<p> +The King of England gave all the land in Penn-syl-va-ni-a to William Penn. The +King made Penn a kind of king over Penn-syl-va-ni-a. Penn could make the laws +of this new country. But he let the people make their own laws. +</p> + +<p> +Penn wanted to be friendly with the Indians. He paid them for all the land his +people wanted to live on. Before he went to Penn-syl-va-ni-a he wrote a letter +to the Indians. He told them in this letter that he would not let any of his +people do any harm to the Indians. He said he would punish any-body that did +any wrong to an Indian. This letter was read to the Indians in their own +lan-guage. +</p> + +<p> +Soon after this Penn got into a ship and sailed from England. He sailed to +Penn-syl-va-ni-a. When he came there, he sent word to the tribes of Indians to +come to meet him. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians met under a great elm tree on the bank of the river. Indians like +to hold their solemn meetings out of doors. They sit on the ground. They say +that the earth is the Indian’s mother. +</p> + +<p> +When Penn came to the place of meeting, he found the woods full of Indians. As +far as he could see, there were crowds of Indians. Penn’s friends were +few. They had no guns. +</p> + +<p> +Penn had a bright blue sash round his waist. One of the Indian chiefs, who was +the great chief, put on a kind of cap or crown. In the middle of this was a +small horn. The head chief wore this only at such great meetings as this one. +</p> + +<p> +When the great chief had put on his horn, all the other chiefs and great men of +the Indians put down their guns. Then they sat down in front of Penn in the +form of a half-moon. Then the great chief told Penn that the Indians were ready +to hear what he had to say. +</p> + +<p> +Penn had a large paper in which he had written all the things that he and his +friends had promised to the Indians. He had written all the promises that the +Indians were to make to the white people. This was to make them friends. When +Penn had read this to them, it was explained to them in their own lan-guage. +Penn told them that they might stay in the country that they had sold to the +white people. The land would belong to both the Indians and the white people. +</p> + +<p> +Then Penn laid the large paper down on the ground. That was to show them, he +said, that the ground was to belong to the Indians and the white people +to-geth-er. +</p> + +<p> +He said that there might be quarrels between some of the white people and some +of the Indians. But they would settle any quarrels without fighting. When-ever +there should be a quarrel, the Indians were to pick out six Indians. The white +people should also pick out six of their men. These were to meet, and settle +the quarrel. +</p> + +<p> +Penn said, “I will not call you my children, because fathers some-times +whip their children. I will not call you brothers, because brothers sometimes +fall out. But I will call you the same person as the white people. We are the +two parts of the same body.” +</p> + +<p> +The Indians could not write. But they had their way of putting down things that +they wished to have re-mem-bered. They gave Penn a belt of shell beads. These +beads are called wam-pum. Some wam-pum is white. Some is purple. +</p> + +<p> +They made this belt for Penn of white beads. In the middle of the belt they +made a picture of purple beads. It is a picture of a white man and an Indian. +They have hold of each other’s hands. When they gave this belt to Penn, +they said, “We will live with William Penn and his children as long as +the sun and moon shall last.” +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Penn jumping with the Indians.] +</p> + +<p> +Penn took up the great paper from the ground. He handed it to the great chief +that wore the horn on his head. He told the Indians to keep it and hand it to +their children’s children, that they might know what he had said. Then he +gave them many presents of such things as they liked. They gave Penn a name in +their own language. They named him “O-nas.” That was their word for +a feather. As the white people used a pen made out of a quill or feather, they +called a pen “o-nas.” That is why they called William Penn +“Brother O-nas.” +</p> + +<p> +Penn sometimes went to see the Indians. He talked to them, and gave them +friendly advice. Once he saw some of them jumping. They were trying to see who +could jump the farthest. +</p> + +<p> +Penn had been a very active boy. He knew how to jump very well. He went to the +place where the Indians were jumping. He jumped farther than any of them. +</p> + +<p> +When the great gov-ern-or took part in their sport, the Indians were pleased. +They loved Brother O-nas more than ever. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap05"></a>ONE LITTLE BAG OF RICE</h2> + +<p> +The first white people that came to this country hardly knew how to get their +living here. They did not know what would grow best in this country. +</p> + +<p> +Many of the white people learned to hunt. All the land was covered with trees. +In the woods were many animals whose flesh was good to eat. There were deer, +and bears, and great shaggy buf-fa-loes. There were rabbits and squirrels. And +there were many kinds of birds. The hunters shot wild ducks, wild turkeys, wild +geese, and pigeons. The people also caught many fishes out of the rivers. +</p> + +<p> +Then there were animals with fur on their backs. The people killed these and +sold their skins. In this way many made their living. +</p> + +<p> +Other people spent their time in cutting down the trees. They sawed the trees +into timbers and boards. Some of it they split into staves to make barrels. +They sent the staves and other sorts of timber to other countries to be sold. +In South Car-o-li-na men made tar and pitch out of the pine trees. +</p> + +<p> +But there was a wise man in South Car-o-li-na. He was one of those men that +find out better ways of doing. His name was Thomas Smith. +</p> + +<p> +Thomas Smith had once lived in a large island thousands of miles away from +South Car-o-li-na. In that island he had seen the people raising rice. He saw +that it was planted in wet ground. He said that he would like to try it in +South Car-o-li-na. But he could not get any seed rice to plant. The rice that +people eat is not fit to sow. +</p> + +<p> +One day a ship came to Charles-ton, where Thomas Smith lived. It had been +driven there by storms. The ship came from the large island where Smith had +seen rice grow. The captain of this ship was an old friend of Smith. +</p> + +<p> +The two old friends met once more. Thomas Smith told the captain that he wanted +some rice for seed. The captain called the cook of his ship, and asked him if +he had any. The cook had one little bag of seed rice. The captain gave this to +his friend. +</p> + +<p> +There was some wet ground at the back of Smith’s garden. In this wet +ground he sowed some of the rice. It grew finely. +</p> + +<p> +He gathered a good deal of rice in his garden that year. He gave part of this +to his friends. They all sowed it. The next year there was a great deal of +rice. +</p> + +<p> +After a while the wet land in South Car-o-li-na was turned to rice fields. +Every year many thousands of barrels of rice were sent away to be sold. +</p> + +<p> +All this came from one little bag of rice and one wise man. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Rice Plant.] +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap06"></a>THE STORY OF A WISE WOMAN.</h2> + +<p> +You have read how Thomas Smith first raised rice in Car-o-li-na. After his +death there lived in South Car-o-li-na a wise young woman. She showed the +people how to raise another plant. Her name was Eliza Lucas. +</p> + +<p> +The father of Miss Lucas did not live in Car-o-li-na. He was gov-ern-or of one +of the islands of the West Indies. Miss Lucas was fond of trying new things. +She often got seeds from her father. These she planted in South Carolina. +</p> + +<p> +Her father sent her some seeds of the in-di-go plant. She sowed some of these +in March. But there came a frost. The in-di-go plant cannot stand frost. Her +plants all died. +</p> + +<p> +But Miss Lucas did not give up. She sowed some more seeds in April. These grew +very well until a cut-worm found them. The worm wished to try new things, too. +So he ate off the in-di-go plants. +</p> + +<p> +But Miss Lucas was one of the people who try, try again. She had lost her +indigo plants twice. Once more she sowed some of the seed. This time the plants +grew very well. +</p> + +<p> +Miss Lucas wrote to her father about it. He sent her a man who knew how to get +the indigo out of the plant. +</p> + +<p> +The man tried not to show Miss Lucas how to make the indigo. He did not wish +the people in South Carolina to learn how to make it. He was afraid his own +people would not get so much for their indigo. +</p> + +<p> +So he would not explain just how it ought to be done. He spoiled the indigo on +purpose. +</p> + +<p> +But Miss Lucas watched him closely. She found out how the indigo ought to be +made. Some of her father’s land in South Carolina was now planted with +the indigo plants. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Indigo Plant.] +</p> + +<p> +Then Miss Lucas was married. She became Mrs. Pinck-ney. Her father gave her all +the indigo growing on his land in South Carolina. It was all saved for seed. +Some of the seed Mrs. Pinck-ney gave to her friends. Some of it her husband +sowed. It all grew, and was made into that blue dye that we call indigo. When +it is used in washing clothes, it is called bluing. +</p> + +<p> +In a few years, more than a million pounds of indigo were made in South +Carolina every year. Many people got rich by it. And it was all because Miss +Lucas did not give up. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap07"></a>FRANKLIN HIS OWN TEACHER.</h2> + +<p> +Few people ever knew so many things as Franklin. Men said, “How did he +ever learn so many things?” For he had been a poor boy who had to work +for a living. He could not go to school at all after he was ten years old. +</p> + +<p> +His father made soap and candles. Little Ben Frank-lin had to cut wicks for the +candles. He also filled the candle molds. And he sold soap and candles, and ran +on errands. But when he was not at work he spent his time in reading good +books. What little money he got he used to buy books with. +</p> + +<p> +He read the old story of “Pil-grim’s Prog-ress,” and liked it +so well that he bought all the other stories by the same man. But as he wanted +more books, and had not money to buy them, he sold all of these books. The next +he bought were some little his-to-ry books. These were made to sell very cheap, +and they were sold by peddlers. He managed to buy forty or fifty of these +little books of his-to-ry. +</p> + +<p> +Another way that he had of learning was by seeing things with his own eyes. His +father took him to see car-pen-ters at work with their saws and planes. He also +saw masons laying bricks. And he went to see men making brass and copper +kettles. And he saw a man with a turning lathe making the round legs of chairs. +Other men were at work making knives. Some things people learn out of books, +and some things they have to see for them-selves. +</p> + +<p> +As he was fond of books, Ben’s father thought that it would be a good +plan to send him to learn to print them. So the boy went to work in his +brother’s printing office. Here he passed his spare time in reading. He +borrowed some books out of the stores where books were sold. He would sit up a +great part of the night sometimes to read one of these books. He wished to +return it when the book-store opened in the morning. One man who had many books +lent to Ben such of his books as he wanted. +</p> + +<p> +It was part of the bargain that Ben’s brother should pay his board. The +boy offered to board himself if his brother would give him half what it cost to +pay for his board. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Franklin at Study.] +</p> + +<p> +His brother was glad to do this, and Ben saved part of the money and bought +books with it. He was a healthy boy, and it did not hurt him to live mostly on +bread and butter. Sometimes he bought a little pie or a handful of raisins. +</p> + +<p> +Long before he was a man, people said, “How much the boy knows!” +This was because— +</p> + +<p> +He did not waste his time. +</p> + +<p> +He read good books. +</p> + +<p> +He saw things for himself. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap08"></a>HOW FRANKLIN FOUND OUT THINGS.</h2> + +<p> +Frank-lin thought that ants know how to tell things to one another. He thought +that they talk by some kind of signs. When an ant has found a dead fly too big +for him to drag away, he will run off and get some other ant to help him. +Frank-lin thought that ants have some way of telling other ants that there is +work to do. +</p> + +<p> +One day he found some ants eating mo-las-ses out of a little jar in a closet. +He shook them out. Then he tied a string to the jar, and hung it on a nail in +the ceiling. But he had not got all the ants out of the jar. One little ant +liked sweet things so well that he staid in the jar, and kept on eating like a +greedy boy. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Ants talking (magnified)] +</p> + +<p> +At last when this greedy ant had eaten all that he could, he started to go +home. Frank-lin saw him climb over the rim of the jar. Then the ant ran down +the outside of the jar. But when he got to the bottom, he did not find any +shelf there. He went all round the jar. There was no way to get down to the +floor. The ant ran this way and that way, but he could not get down. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: An Ants Feeler (magnified)] +</p> + +<p> +At last the greedy ant thought he would see if he could go up. He climbed up +the string to the ceiling. Then he went down the wall. He came to his own hole +at last, no doubt. +</p> + +<p> +After a while he got hungry again, perhaps. He thought about that jar of sweets +at the end of a string. Then perhaps he told the other ants. Maybe he let them +know that there was a string by which they could get down to the jar. +</p> + +<p> +In about half an hour after the ant had gone up the string, Franklin saw a +swarm of ants going down the string. They marched in a line, one after another. +Soon there were two lines of ants on the string. The ants in one line were +going down to get at the sweet food. The ants in the other line were marching +up the other side of the string to go home. Do you think that the greedy ant +told the other ants about the jar? +</p> + +<p> +And did he tell them that there was a string by which an ant could get there? +</p> + +<p> +And did he tell it by speaking, or by signs that he made with his feelers? +</p> + +<p> +If you watch two ants when they meet, you will see that they touch their +feelers together, as if they said “Good-morning!” +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap09"></a>FRANKLIN ASKS THE SUNSHINE SOMETHING.</h2> + +<p> +One day Franklin was eating dinner at the house of a friend. The lady of the +house, when she poured out the coffee, found that it was not hot. +</p> + +<p> +She said, “I am sorry that the coffee is cold. It is because the servant +forgot to scour the coffee-pot. Coffee gets cold more quickly when the +coffee-pot is not bright.” +</p> + +<p> +This set Franklin to thinking. He thought that a black or dull thing would cool +more quickly than a white or bright one. That made him think that a black thing +would take in heat more quickly than a white one. +</p> + +<p> +He wanted to find out if this were true or not. There was no-body who knew, so +there was no-body to ask. But Franklin thought that he would ask the sunshine. +Maybe the sunshine would tell him whether a black thing would heat more quickly +than a white thing. +</p> + +<p> +But how could he ask the sunshine? +</p> + +<p> +There was snow on the ground. Franklin spread a white cloth on the snow. Then +he spread a black cloth on the snow near the white one. When he came to look at +them, he saw that the snow under the black cloth melted away much sooner than +that under the white cloth. +</p> + +<p> +That is the way that the sunshine told him that black would take in heat more +quickly than white. After he had found this out, many people got white hats to +wear in the summer time. A white hat is cooler than a black one. +</p> + +<p> +Some time when there is snow on the ground, you can take a white and a black +cloth and ask the sunshine the same question. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap10"></a>FRANKLIN AND THE KITE.</h2> + +<p> +When Franklin wanted to know whether the ants could talk or not, he asked the +ants, and they told him. When he wanted to know some-thing else, he asked the +sunshine about it, as you have read in another story. That is the way that +Franklin came to know so many things. He knew how to ask questions of +every-thing. +</p> + +<p> +Once he asked the light-ning a question. And the light-ning gave him an answer. +</p> + +<p> +Before the time of Franklin, people did not know what light-ning was. They did +not know what made the thunder. Franklin thought much about it. At last he +proved what it was. He asked the lightning a question, and made it tell what it +was. To tell you this story, I shall have to use one big word. Maybe it is too +big for some of my little friends that will read this book. Let us divide it +into parts. Then you will not be afraid of it. The big word is e-lec-tric-i-ty. +</p> + +<p> +Those of you who live in towns have seen the streets lighted by +e-lec-tric-i-ty. But in Franklin’s time there were no such lights. People +knew very little about this strange thing with a big name. +</p> + +<p> +But Franklin found out many things about it that nobody had ever known before. +He began to think that the little sparks he got from e-lec-tric-i-ty were small +flashes of lightning. He thought that the little cracking sound of these sparks +was a kind of baby thunder. +</p> + +<p> +So he thought that he would try to catch a little bit of lightning. Perhaps he +could put it into one of the little bottles used to hold e-lec-tric-i-ty. Then +if it behaved like e-lec-tric-i-ty, he would know what it was. But catching +lightning is not easy. How do you think he did it? +</p> + +<p> +First he made a kite. It was not a kite just like a boy’s kite. He wanted +a kite that would fly when it rained. Rain would spoil a paper kite in a +minute. So Franklin used a silk hand-ker-chief to cover his kite, instead of +paper. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Franklin’s Discovery.] +</p> + +<p> +He put a little sharp-pointed wire at the top of his kite. This was a kind of +lightning rod to draw the lightning into the kite. His kite string was a common +hemp string. To this he tied a key, because lightning will follow metal. The +end of the string that he held in his hand was a silk ribbon, which was tied to +the hemp string of the kite. E-lec-tric-ity will not follow silk. +</p> + +<p> +One night when there was a storm coming, he went out with his son. They stood +under a cow shed, and he sent his kite up in the air. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +After a while he held his knuckle to the key. A tiny spark flashed between the +key and his knuckle. It was a little flash of lightning. +</p> + +<p> +Then he took his little bottle fixed to hold e-lec-tric-i-ty. He filled it with +the e-lec-tric-i-ty that came from the key. He carried home a bottle of +lightning. So he found out what made it thunder and lighten. +</p> + +<p> +After that he used to bring the lightning into his house on rods and wires. He +made the lightning ring bells and do many other strange things. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap11"></a>FRANKLIN’S WHISTLE.</h2> + +<p> +When Franklin was an old man, he wrote a cu-ri-ous letter. In that letter he +told a story. It was about some-thing that happened to him when he was a boy. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +Here is the story put into verses, so that you will re-member it better. Some +day you can read the story as Franklin told it himself. You will hear people +say, “He paid too much for the whistle.” The saying came from this +story. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap12"></a>TOO MUCH FOR THE WHISTLE</h2> + +<p class="poem"> + As Ben with pennies in his pocket<br/> + Went strolling down the street,<br/> + “Toot-toot! toot-toot!” there came a whistle<br/> + From a boy he chanced to meet,<br/> +<br/> + Whistling fit to burst his buttons,<br/> + Blowing hard and stepping high.<br/> + Then Benny said, “I’ll buy your whistle;”<br/> + But “Toot! toot-toot!” was the reply.<br/> +<br/> + But Benny counted out his pennies,<br/> + The whistling boy began to smile;<br/> + With one last toot he gave the whistle<br/> + To Ben, and took his penny pile.<br/> +<br/> + Now homeward goes the whistling Benny,<br/> + As proud as any foolish boy,<br/> + And in his pockets not a penny,<br/> + But in his mouth a noisy toy.<br/> +<br/> + “Ah, Benny, Benny!” cries his mother,<br/> + “I cannot stand your ugly noise.”<br/> + “Stop, Benny, Benny!” says his father,<br/> + “I cannot talk, you drown my voice.”<br/> +<br/> + At last the whistling boy re-mem-bers<br/> + How much his money might have bought<br/> + “Too many pennies for a whistle,”<br/> + Is little Benny’s ugly thought.<br/> +<br/> + Too many pennies for a whistle<br/> + Is what we all pay, you and I,<br/> + Just for a little foolish pleasure<br/> + Pay a price that’s quite too high. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap13"></a>JOHN STARK AND THE INDIANS.</h2> + +<p> +John Stark was a famous gen-er-al in the Rev-o-lu-tion. But this story is not +about the Rev-o-lu-tion. It is about Stark before he became a soldier. +</p> + +<p> +When he was a young man, Stark went into the woods. His brother and two other +young men were with him. They lived in a camp. It was far away from any houses. +</p> + +<p> +The young men set traps for animals in many places. They wanted to catch the +animals that have fur on them. They wanted to get the skins to sell. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians were at war with the white people. One day the young men saw the +tracks of Indians. Then they knew that it was not safe for them to stay in the +woods any longer. They began to get ready to go home. +</p> + +<p> +John Stark went out to bring in the traps set for animals. The Indians found +him, and made him a pris-on-er. They asked him where his friends were. +</p> + +<p> +Stark did not wish his friends to be taken. So he pointed the wrong way. He +took the Indians a long way from the other young men. +</p> + +<p> +But John Stark’s friends did not know that he was a pris-on-er. When he +did not come back, they thought that he had lost his way. They fired their guns +to let him know where they were. +</p> + +<p> +When the Indians heard the guns, they knew where the other hunters were. They +went down to the river, and waited for them. When one of the men came down, +they caught him. +</p> + +<p> +Then John Stark’s brother and the other man came down the river in a +boat. The Indians told Stark to call them. They wanted them to come over where +the Indians were. Then they could take them. +</p> + +<p> +John knew that the Indians were cruel. He knew that if he did not do what they +told him to, they might kill him. But he wished to save his brother. He called +to his brother to row for the other shore. +</p> + +<p> +When they turned toward the other shore, the Indians fired at them. But Stark +knocked up two of their guns. They did not hit the white men. Then some of the +other Indians fired. Stark knocked up their guns also. But the man that was +with his brother was killed. +</p> + +<p> +John now called to his brother, “Run! for all the Indians’ guns are +empty.” +</p> + +<p> +His brother got away. The Indians were very angry with John. They did not kill +him. But they gave him a good beating. These Indians were from Can-a-da. They +took their pris-on-ers to their own village. When they were coming home, they +shouted to let the people know that they had prisoners. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Stark running the Gauntlet] +</p> + +<p> +The young Indian war-ri-ors stood in two rows in the village. Each prisoner had +to run between these two rows of Indians. As he passed, every one of the +Indians hit him as hard as he could with a stick, or a club, or a stone. +</p> + +<p> +The young man who was with Stark was badly hurt in running between these lines. +But John Stark knew the Indians. He knew that they liked a brave man. +</p> + +<p> +When it came his turn to run, he snatched a club from one of the Indians. With +this club he fought his way down the lines. He hit hard, now on this side, and +now on that. The young Indians got out of his way. The old Indians who were +looking on sat and laughed at the others. They said that Stark was a brave man. +</p> + +<p> +One day the Indians gave him a hoe and told him to hoe corn. He knew that the +Indian war-ri-ors would not work. They think it a shame for a man to work. +Their work is left for slaves and women. So Stark pre-tend-ed that he did not +know how to hoe. He dug up the corn instead of the weeds. Then he threw the hoe +into the river. He said, “That is work for slaves and women.” +</p> + +<p> +Then the Indians were pleased with him. They called him the young chief. +</p> + +<p> +After a while some white men paid the Indians a hundred and three dollars to +let Stark go home. They charged more for him than for the other man, because +they thought that he must be a young chief. Stark went hunting again. He had to +get some furs to pay back the money the men had paid the Indians for him. He +took good care that the Indians should not catch him again. +</p> + +<p> +He af-ter-wards became a great fighter against the Indians. He had learned +their ways while he was among them. He knew better how to fight them than +almost any-body else. +</p> + +<p> +In the Rev-o-lu-tion he was a gen-er-al. He fought the British at Ben-ning-ton, +and won a great vic-to-ry. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap14"></a>A GREAT GOOD MAN.</h2> + +<p> +Some men are great soldiers. Some are great law-makers. Some men write great +books. Some men make great in-ven-tions. Some men are great speakers. +</p> + +<p> +Now you are going to read about a man that was great in none of these things. +He was not a soldier. He was not a great speaker. He was never rich. He was a +poor school-teacher. He never held any office. +</p> + +<p> +And yet he was a great man. He was great for his goodness. +</p> + +<p> +He was born in France. But most of his life was passed in Phil-a-del-phi-a +before the Rev-o-lu-tion. +</p> + +<p> +He was twenty-five years old when he became a school-teacher. He thought that +he could do more good in teaching than in any other way. +</p> + +<p> +School-masters in his time were not like our teachers. Children were treated +like little animals. In old times the school-master was a little king. He +walked and talked as if he knew every-thing. He wanted all the children to be +afraid of him. +</p> + +<p> +But Ben-e-zet was not that kind of man. He was very gentle. He treated the +children more kindly than their fathers and mothers did. Nobody in this country +had ever seen a teacher like him. +</p> + +<p> +He built a play-room for the children of his school. He used to take them to +this room during school time for a little a-muse-ment. He man-aged each child +as he found best. Some he could persuade to be good. Some he shamed into being +good. But this was very dif-fer-ent from the cruel beatings that other teachers +of that time gave their pupils. +</p> + +<p> +Of course the children came to love him very much. After they grew to be men +and women, they kept their love for the good little schoolmaster. As long as +they lived they listened to his advice. +</p> + +<p> +There were no good school-books in his time. He wrote some little books to make +learning easier to his pupils. He taught them many things not in their books. +He taught them to be kind to brutes, and gentle with one another. He taught +them to be noble. He made them despise every kind of meanness. +</p> + +<p> +He was a great teacher. That is better than being a great soldier. +</p> + +<p> +Ben-e-zet was a good man in many ways. He was the friend of all poor people. +Once he found a poor man suf-fer-ing with cold for want of a coat. He took off +his own coat in the street and put it on the poor man, and then went home in +his shirt sleeves. +</p> + +<p> +In those days negroes were stolen from Af-ri-ca to be sold into A-mer-i-ca. +Ben-e-zet wrote little books against this wrong. He sent these books over all +the world almost. He also tried to persuade the white men of his own country to +be honest and kind with the Indians. Great men in other countries were pleased +with his books. They wrote him letters. When any of them came to this country, +they went to see him. They wanted to see a man that was good to everybody. His +house was a plain one. But great men liked to sit at the table of the good +schoolmaster. +</p> + +<p> +There was war between the English and French at that time. Can-a-da belonged to +the French. Our country belonged to the English. There was a country called +A-ca-di-a. It was a part of what is now No-va Sco-ti-a. The people of A-ca-di-a +were French. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Departure of the Acadians] +</p> + +<p> +The English took the A-ca-di-ans away from their homes. They sent them to +various places. Many families were divided. The poor A-ca-di-ans lost their +homes and all that they had. +</p> + +<p> +Many hundreds of these people were sent to Phil-a-del-phi-a. Benezet became +their friend. As he was born in France, he could speak their lan-guage. He got +a large house built for some of them to stay in. He got food and clothing for +them. He helped them to get work, and did them good in many other ways. +</p> + +<p> +One day Benezet’s wife came to him with a troubled face. She said, +“There have been thieves in the house. Two of my blankets have been +stolen.” +</p> + +<p> +“Never mind, my dear,” said Benezet, “I gave them to some of +the poor A-ca-di-ans.” +</p> + +<p> +One old Acadian was afraid of Benezet. He did not see why Benezet should take +so much trouble for other people. He thought that Benezet was only trying to +get a chance to sell the Acadians for slaves. When Benezet heard this, he had a +good laugh. +</p> + +<p> +Many years after this the Rev-o-lu-tion broke out. It brought trouble to many +people. Benezet helped as many as he could. +</p> + +<p> +After a while the British army took Phil-a-del-phi-a. They sent their soldiers +to stay in the houses of the people. The people had to take care of the +soldiers. This was very hard for the poor people. +</p> + +<p> +One day Benezet saw a poor woman. Her face showed that she was in trouble. +</p> + +<p> +“Friend, what is the matter?” Benezet said to her. She told him +that six soldiers of the British army had been sent to stay in her house. She +was a washer-woman. But while the soldiers filled up the house she could not do +any washing. She and her children were in want. +</p> + +<p> +Benezet went right away to see the gen-er-al that was in command of the +soldiers. The good man was in such a hurry that he forgot to get a pass. The +soldiers at the gen-er-al’s door would not let him go in. +</p> + +<p> +At last some one told the gen-er-al that a queer-looking fellow wanted to see +him. +</p> + +<p> +“Let him come up,” said the general. +</p> + +<p> +The odd little man came in. He told the general all about the troubles of the +poor washer-woman. The general sent word that the soldiers must not stay any +longer in her house. +</p> + +<p> +The general liked the kind little man. He told him to come to see him again. He +told the soldiers at his door to let Benezet come in when-ever he wished to. +</p> + +<p> +Soon after the Rev-o-lu-tion was over, Benezet was taken ill. When the people +of Phil-a-del-phi-a heard that he was ill, they gathered in crowds about his +house. Every-body loved him. Every-body wanted to know whether he was better or +not. At last the doctors said he could not get well. Then the people wished to +see the good man once more. The doors were opened. The rooms and halls of his +house were filled with people coming to say good-bye to Benezet, and going away +again. +</p> + +<p> +When he was buried, it seemed as if all Phil-a-del-phi-a had come to his +fu-ner-al. The rich and the poor, the black and the white, crowded the streets. +The city had never seen so great a fu-ner-al. +</p> + +<p> +In the company was an A-mer-i-can general. He said, “I would rather be +An-tho-ny Benezet in that coffin than General Wash-ing-ton in all his +glory.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap15"></a>PUTNAM AND THE WOLF.</h2> + +<p> +Putnam was a brave soldier. He fought many battles against the Indians. After +that he became a general in the Revolution. But this is a story of his battle +with a wolf. It took place when he was a young man, before he was a soldier. +</p> + +<p> +Putnam lived in Con-nect-i-cut. In the woods there were still a few wolves. One +old wolf came to Putnam’s neigh-bor-hood every winter. She always brought +a family of young wolves with her. +</p> + +<p> +The hunters would always kill the young wolves. But they could not find the old +mother wolf. She knew how to keep out of the way. +</p> + +<p> +The farmers tried to catch her in their traps. But she was too cunning. She had +had one good lesson when she was young. She had put the toes of one foot into a +steel trap. The trap had snipped them off. After that she was more careful. +</p> + +<p> +One winter night she went out to get some meat. She came to Putnam’s +flock of sheep and goats. She killed some of them. She found it great fun. +</p> + +<p> +There were no dogs about. The poor sheep had nobody to protect them. So the old +wolf kept on killing. One sheep was enough for her supper. But she killed the +rest just for sport. She killed seventy sheep and goats that night. +</p> + +<p> +Putnam and his friends set out to find the old sheep killer. There were six men +of them. They agreed that two of them should hunt for her at a time. Then +another two should begin as soon as the first two should stop. So she would be +hunted day and night. +</p> + +<p> +The hunters found her track in the snow. There could be no mistake about it. +The track made by one of her feet was shorter than those made by the other +feet. That was because one of her feet had been caught in a trap. +</p> + +<p> +The hunters found that the old wolf had gone a long way off. Perhaps she felt +guilty. She must have thought that she would be hunted. She had trotted away +for a whole night. +</p> + +<p> +Then she turned and went back again. She was getting hungry by this time. She +wanted some more sheep. +</p> + +<p> +The men followed her tracks back again. The dogs drove her into a hole. It was +not far from Putnam’s house. +</p> + +<p> +All the farmers came to help catch her. They sent the dogs into the cave where +the wolf was. But the wolf bit the dogs, and drove them out again. +</p> + +<p> +Then the men put a pile of straw in the mouth of the cave. They set the straw +on fire. It filled the cave with smoke. But Mrs. Wolf did not come out. +</p> + +<p> +Then they burned brim-stone in the cave. It must have made the wolf sneeze. But +the cave was deep. She went as far in as she could, and staid there. She +thought that the smell of brimstone was not so bad as the dogs and men who +wanted to kill her. +</p> + +<p> +Putnam wanted to send his negro into the cave to drive out the wolf. But the +negro thought that he would rather stay out. +</p> + +<p> +Then Putnam said that he would go in himself. He tied a rope to his legs. Then +he got some pieces of birch-bark. He set fire to these. He knew that wild +animals do not like to face a fire. +</p> + +<p> +He got down on his hands and knees. He held the blazing bark in his hand. He +crawled through the small hole into the cave. There was not room for him to +stand up. +</p> + +<p> +At first the cave went downward into the ground. Then it was level a little +way. Then it went upward. At the very back of this part of the cave was the +wolf. Putnam crawled up until he could see the wolf’s eyes. +</p> + +<p> +When the wolf saw the fire, she gave a sudden growl. Putnam jerked the rope +that was tied to his leg. The men outside thought that the wolf had caught him. +They pulled on the other end of the rope. +</p> + +<p> +The men pulled as fast as they could. When they had drawn Putnam out, his +clothes were torn. He was badly scratched by the rocks. +</p> + +<p> +He now got his gun. He held it in one hand. He held the burning birch-bark in +the other. He crawled into the cave again. +</p> + +<p> +When the wolf saw him coming again, she was very angry. She snapped her teeth. +She got ready to spring on him. She meant to kill him as she had killed his +sheep. Putnam fired at her head. As soon as his gun went off, he jerked the +rope. His friends pulled him out. +</p> + +<p> +He waited awhile for the smoke of his gun to clear up. Then he went in once +more. He wanted to see if the wolf was dead. +</p> + +<p> +He found her lying down. He tapped her nose with his birch-bark. She did not +move. He took hold of her. Then he jerked the rope. +</p> + +<p> +This time the men saw him come out, bringing the dead wolf. Now the sheep would +have some peace. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap16"></a>WASHINGTON AND HIS HATCHET</h2> + +<p> +It was Ar-bor Day in the Mos-sy Hill School, Johnny Little-john had to speak a +piece that had some-thing to do with trees. He thought it would be a good plan +to say some-thing about the little cherry tree that Washington spoiled with his +hatch-et, when he was a little boy. This is what he said: +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +He had a hatch-et—little George—<br/> + A hatch-et bright and new,<br/> +And sharp enough to cut a stick—<br/> + A little stick—in two.<br/> +<br/> +He hacked and whacked and whacked and hacked,<br/> + This sturd-y little man;<br/> +He hacked a log and hacked a fence,<br/> + As round about he ran.<br/> +<br/> +He hacked his father’s cher-ry tree<br/> + And made an ug-ly spot;<br/> +The bark was soft, the hatch-et sharp,<br/> + And little George forgot.<br/> +<br/> +You know the rest. The father frowned<br/> + And asked the rea-son why;<br/> +You know the good old story runs<br/> + He could not tell a lie.<br/> +<br/> +The boy that chopped that cher-ry tree<br/> + Soon grew to be a youth;<br/> +At work and books he hacked away,<br/> + And still he told the truth:<br/> +<br/> +The youth became a fa-mous man,<br/> + Above six feet in height,<br/> +And when he had good work to do<br/> + He hacked with all his might.<br/> +<br/> +He fought the ar-mies that the king<br/> + Had sent across the sea;<br/> +He bat-tled up and down the land<br/> + To set his country free.<br/> +<br/> +For seven long years he, hacked and whacked<br/> + With all his might and main<br/> +Until the Brit-ish sailed away<br/> + And did not come again. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap17"></a>HOW BENNY WEST LEARNED TO BE A PAINTER.</h2> + +<p> +In old times there lived in Penn-syl-va-ni-a a little fellow whose name was +Ben-ja-min West. He lived in a long stone house. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Painting Baby’s Portrait] +</p> + +<p> +He had never seen a picture. The country was new, and there were not many +pictures in it. Benny’s father was a Friend or Quaker. The Friends of +that day did not think that pictures were useful things to make or to have. +Before he was seven years old, this little boy began to draw pictures. One day +he was watching the cradle of his sister’s child. The baby smiled. Benny +was so pleased with her beauty, that he made a picture of her in red and black +ink. The picture of the baby pleased his mother when she saw it. That was very +pleasant to the boy. +</p> + +<p> +He made other pictures. At school he used to draw with a pen before he could +write. He made pictures of birds and of animals. Sometimes he would draw +flowers. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Flower and Fruit of the Poke-Berry.] +</p> + +<p> +He liked to draw so well, that sometimes he forgot to do his work. His father +sent him to work in the field one day. The father went out to see how well he +was doing his work. Benny was no-where to be found. At last his father saw him +sitting under a large poke-weed. He was making pictures. He had squeezed the +juice out of some poke-berries. The juice of poke-berries is deep red. With +this the boy had made his pictures. When the father looked at them, he was +surprised. There were portraits of every member of the family. His father knew +every picture. +</p> + +<p> +Up to this time Benny had no paints nor any brushes. The Indians had not all +gone away from that neigh-bor-hood. The Indians paint their faces with red and +yellow colors. These colors they make them-selves. Sometimes they prepare them +from the juice of some plant. Sometimes they get them by finding red or yellow +earth. Some of the Indians can make rough pictures with these colors. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians near the house of Benny’s father must have liked the boy. +They showed him how to make red and yellow colors for himself. He got some of +his mother’s indigo to make blue. He now had red, yellow, and blue. By +mixing these three, the other colors that he wanted could be made. +</p> + +<p> +But he had no brush to paint with. He took some long hairs from the cat’s +tail. Of these he made his brushes. He used so many of the cat’s hairs, +that her tail began to look bare. Everybody in the house began to wonder what +was the matter with pussy’s tail. At last Benny told where he got his +brushes. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Making a Paint Brush.] +</p> + +<p> +A cousin of Benny’s came from the city on a visit. He saw some of the +boy’s drawings. When he went home, he sent Benny a box of paints. With +the paints were some brushes. And there was some canvas such as pictures are +painted on. And that was not all. There were in the box six beautiful +en-grav-ings. +</p> + +<p> +The little painter now felt himself rich. He was so happy that he could hardly +sleep at all. At night he put the box that held his treasures on a chair by his +bed. As soon as daylight came, he carried the precious box to the garret. The +garret of the long stone house was his stu-di-o. Here he worked away all day +long. He did not go to school at all. Perhaps he forgot that there was any +school. Perhaps the little artist could not tear himself away from his work. +</p> + +<p> +But the schoolmaster missed him. He came to ask if Benny was ill. The mother +was vexed when she found that he had staid away from school. She went to look +for the naughty boy. After a while she found the little truant. He was hard at +work in his garret. She saw what he had been doing. He had not copied any of +his new en-grav-ings. He had made up a new picture by taking one person out of +one en-grav-ing, and another out of another. He had copied these so that they +made a picture that he had thought of for himself. +</p> + +<p> +His mother could not find it in her heart to punish him. She was too much +pleased with the picture he was making. This picture was not finished. But his +mother would not let him finish it. She was afraid he would spoil it if he did +anything more on it. +</p> + +<p> +The good people called Friends did not like the making of pictures, as I said. +But they thought that Benny West had a talent that he ought to use. So he went +to Phil-a-del-phi-a to study his art. After a while he sailed away to It-a-ly +to see the pictures that great artists had painted. +</p> + +<p> +At last he settled in England. The King of England was at that time the king of +this country too. The king liked West’s pictures. West became the +king’s painter. He came to be the most famous painter in England. +</p> + +<p> +He liked to remember his boyish work. He liked to remember the time when he was +a little Quaker boy making his paints of poke-juice and Indian colors. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap18"></a>WASHINGTON’S CHRISTMAS GIFT.</h2> + +<p> +Washington was fighting to set this country free. But the army that the King of +England sent to fight him was stronger than Washington’s army. Washington +was beaten and driven out of Brook-lyn. Then he had to leave New York. After +that, he marched away into New Jersey to save his army from being taken. At +last he crossed the Del-a-ware River. Here he was safe for a while. +</p> + +<p> +Some of the Hes-sian soldiers that the king had hired to fight against the +Americans came to Trenton. Trenton is on the Del-a-ware River. +</p> + +<p> +Washington and his men were on the other side of the Del-a-ware River from the +Hes-sians. Washington’s men were dis-cour-aged. They had been driven back +all the way from Brook-lyn. It was winter, and they had no warm houses to stay +in. They had not even warm clothes. They were dressed in old clothes that +people had given them. Some of them were bare-footed in this cold weather. +</p> + +<p> +The Hes-sians and other soldiers of the king were waiting for the river to +freeze over. Then they would march across on the ice. They meant to fight +Washington once more, and break up his army. But Washington was thinking about +something too. +</p> + +<p> +He was waiting for Christmas. He knew that the Hessian soldiers on the other +side of the river would eat and drink a great deal on Christmas Day. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Marching to Trenton.] +</p> + +<p> +The afternoon of Christmas came. The Hessians were singing and drinking in +Trenton. But Washington was marching up the river bank. Some of his bare-foot +men left blood marks on the snow as they marched. +</p> + +<p> +The men and cannons were put into flat boats. These boats were pushed across +the river with poles. There were many great pieces of ice in the river. But all +night long the flat boats were pushed across and then back again for more men. +It was three o’clock on the morning after Christmas when the last +Americans crossed the river. It was hailing and snowing, and it was very cold. +Two or three of the soldiers were frozen to death. +</p> + +<p> +It was eight o’clock in the morning when Washington got to Trenton. The +Hessians were sleeping soundly. The sound of the American drums waked them. +They jumped out of their beds. They ran into the streets. They tried to fight +the Americans. +</p> + +<p> +But it was too late. Washington had already taken their cannons. His men were +firing these at the Hessians. The Hessians ran into the fields to get away. But +the Americans caught them. +</p> + +<p> +The battle was soon over. Washington had taken nine hundred prisoners. +</p> + +<p> +This was called the battle of Trenton. It gave great joy to all the Americans. +It was Washington’s Christmas gift to the country. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap19"></a>HOW WASHINGTON GOT OUT OF A TRAP.</h2> + +<p> +After the battle of Trenton, Washington went back across the Delaware River. He +had not men enough to fight the whole British army. +</p> + +<p> +But the Americans were glad when they heard that he had beaten the Hessians. +They sent him more soldiers. Then he went back across the river to Trenton +again. +</p> + +<p> +There was a British general named Corn-wal-lis. He marched to Trenton. He +fought against Washington. Corn-wal-lis had more men than Washington had. Night +came, and they could not see to fight. There was a little creek between the two +armies. +</p> + +<p> +Washington had not boats enough to carry his men across the river. Corn-wal-lis +was sure to beat him if they should fight a battle the next morning. +</p> + +<p> +Cornwallis said, “I will catch the fox in the morning.” +</p> + +<p> +He called Washington a fox. He thought he had him in a trap. Cornwallis sent +for some more soldiers to come from Prince-ton in the morning. He wanted them +to help him catch the fox. +</p> + +<p> +But foxes sometimes get out of traps. +</p> + +<p> +When it was dark, Washington had all his camp fires lighted. He put men to +digging where the British could hear them. He made Cornwallis think that he was +throwing up banks of earth and getting ready to fight in the morning. +</p> + +<p> +But Washington did not stay in Trenton. He did not wish to be caught like a fox +in a trap. He could not get across the river. But he knew a road that went +round the place where Cornwallis and his army were. He took that road and got +behind the British army. +</p> + +<p> +It was just like John waiting to catch James. James is in the house. John is +waiting at the front door to catch James when he comes out. But James slips out +by the back way. John hears him call “Hello!” James has gone round +behind him and got away. +</p> + +<p> +Washington went out of Trenton in the darkness. You might say that he marched +out by the back door. He left Cornwallis watching the front door. The Americans +went away quietly. They left a few men to keep up the fires, and make a noise +like digging. Before morning these slipped away too. +</p> + +<p> +When morning came, Cornwallis went to catch his fox. But the fox was not there. +He looked for the Americans. There was the place where they had been digging. +Their camp fires were still burning. But where had they gone? +</p> + +<p> +Cornwallis thought that Washington had crossed the river by some means. But +soon he heard guns firing away back toward Princeton. He thought that it must +be thunder. But he found that it was a battle. Then he knew that Washington had +gone to Princeton. +</p> + +<p> +Washington had marched all night. When he got to Princeton, he met the British +coming out to go to Trenton. They were going to help Cornwallis to catch +Washington. But Washington had come to Princeton to catch them. He had a hard +fight with the British at Princeton. But at last he beat them. +</p> + +<p> +When Cornwallis knew that the Americans had gone to Princeton, he hurried there +to help his men. But it was too late. Washington had beaten the British at +Princeton, and had gone on into the hills, where he was safe. +</p> + +<p> +The fox had got out of the trap. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap20"></a>WASHINGTON’S LAST BATTLE.</h2> + +<p> +Washington had been fighting for seven years to drive the British soldiers out +of this country. But there were still two strong British armies in America. +</p> + +<p> +One of these armies was in New York. It had been there for years. The other +army was far away at Yorktown in Virginia. The British general at Yorktown was +Cornwallis. You have read how Washington got away from him at Trenton. +</p> + +<p> +The King of France had sent ships and soldiers to help the Americans. But still +Washington had not enough men to take New York from the British. Yet he went on +getting ready to attack the British in New York. He had ovens built to bake +bread for his men. He bought hay for his horses. He had roads built to draw his +cannons on. +</p> + +<p> +He knew that the British in New York would hear about what he was doing. He +wanted them to think that he meant to come to New York and fight them. When the +British heard what the Americans were doing, they got ready for the coming of +Washington and the French. All at once they found that Washington had gone. He +and his men had marched away. The French soldiers that had come to help him had +gone with him. +</p> + +<p> +Nobody knew what it meant. Washington’s own men did not know where they +were going. They went from New Jersey into Penn-syl-va-ni-a. Then they marched +across Penn-syl-va-ni-a. Then they went into Mary-land. They marched across +that State, and then they went into Vir-gin-i-a. +</p> + +<p> +By this time everybody could tell where Washington was going. People could see +that he was going straight to York-town. They knew that Washington was going to +fight his old enemy at York-town. +</p> + +<p> +But he had kept his secret long enough. The British in New York could not send +help to Cornwallis. It was too late. The French ships sailed to Vir-gin-i-a, +and shut up Yorktown on the side of the sea. Washington’s men shut it up +on the side of the land. They built great banks of earth round it. On these +banks of earth they put cannons. +</p> + +<p> +The British could not get away. They fought bravely. But the Americans and +French came closer and closer. +</p> + +<p> +Then the British tried to fight their way out. But they were driven back. Then +Cornwallis tried to get his men across the river. He wanted to get out by the +back door, as Washington had done. But the Americans on the other side of the +river drove them back again. Washington had now caught Cornwallis in a trap. +</p> + +<p> +The Americans fired red-hot cannon balls into Yorktown. These set the houses on +fire. At last Cornwallis had to give up. The British marched out and laid down +their guns and swords. +</p> + +<p> +The British army in New York could not fight the Americans by itself. So the +British gave it up. Then there was peace after the long war. The British pulled +down the British flag and sailed away. The country was free at last. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap21"></a>MARION’S TOWER.</h2> + +<p> +General Mar-i-on was one of the best fighters in the Revolution. He was a +homely little man. He was also a very good man. Another general said, +“Mar-i-on is good all over.” +</p> + +<p> +The American army had been beaten in South Car-o-li-na. Mar-i-on was sent there +to keep the British from taking the whole country. +</p> + +<p> +Marion got to-geth-er a little army. His men had nothing but rough clothes to +wear. They had no guns but the old ones they had used to shoot wild ducks and +deer with. +</p> + +<p> +Marion’s men wanted swords. There were no swords to be had. But Marion +sent men to take the long saws out of the saw mills. These were taken to +black-smiths. The black-smiths cut the saws into pieces. These pieces they +hammered out into long, sharp swords. +</p> + +<p> +Marion had not so many men as the British. He had no cannon. He could not build +forts. He could not stay long in one place, for fear the British should come +with a strong army and take him. He and his men hid in the dark woods. +Sometimes he changed his hiding place suddenly. Even his own friends had hard +work to find him. +</p> + +<p> +From the dark woods he would come out suddenly. He would attack some party of +British soldiers. When the battle was over, he would go back to the woods +again. +</p> + +<p> +When the British sent a strong army to catch him, he could not be found. But +soon he would be fighting the British in some new place. He was always playing +hide and seek. +</p> + +<p> +The British called him the Swamp Fox. That was because he was so hard to catch. +They could not conquer the country until they could catch Marion. And they +never could catch the Swamp Fox. At one time Marion came out of the woods to +take a little British fort. This fort was on the top of a high mound. It was +one of the mounds built a long time ago by the Indians. +</p> + +<p> +Marion put his men all round the fort, so that the men in the fort could not +get out to get water. He thought that they would have to give up. But the men +in the fort dug a well inside the fort. Then Marion had to think of another +plan. +</p> + +<p> +Marion’s men went to the woods and cut down stout poles. They got a great +many poles. When night came, they laid a row of poles along-side one another on +the ground. Then they laid another row across these. Then they laid another row +on top of the last ones, and across the other way again. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Marion’s Tower.] +</p> + +<p> +They laid a great many rows of poles one on top of another. They crossed them +this way and that. As the night went on, the pile grew higher. Still they +handed poles to top of the pile. +</p> + +<p> +Before morning came, they had built a kind of tower. It was higher than the +Indian mound. +</p> + +<p> +As soon as it was light, the men on Marion’s tower began to shoot. The +British looked out. They saw a great tower with men on it. The men could shoot +down into the fort. The British could not stand it. They had to give up. They +were taken prisoners. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap22"></a>CLARK AND HIS MEN.</h2> + +<p> +At the time of the Revolution there were but few people living on the north +side of the O-hi-o River. But there were many Indians there. These Indians +killed a great many white people in Ken-tuck-y. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians were sent by British officers to do this killing. There was a +British fort at Vincennes in what is now In-di-an-a. There was another British +fort or post at Kas-kas-ki-a in what is now the State of Il-li-nois. +</p> + +<p> +George Rogers Clark was an American colonel. He wanted to stop the murder of +the settlers by the Indians. He thought that he could do it by taking the +British posts. +</p> + +<p> +He had three hundred men. They went down the O-hi-o River in boats. They landed +near the mouth of the O-hi-o River. Then they marched a hundred and thirty +miles to Kas-kas-ki-a. +</p> + +<p> +Kas-kas-ki-a was far away from the Americans. The people there did not think +that the Americans would come so far to attack them. When Clark got there, they +were all asleep. He marched in and took the town before they waked up. +</p> + +<p> +The people living in Kaskaskia were French. By treating them well, Clark made +them all friendly to the Americans. +</p> + +<p> +When the British at Vin-cennes heard that Clark had taken Kaskaskia, they +thought that they would take it back again. But it was winter. All the streams +were full of water. They could not march till spring. Then they would gather +the Indians to help them, and take Clark and his men. +</p> + +<p> +But Clark thought that he would not wait to be taken. He thought that he would +just go and take the British. If he could manage to get to Vin-cennes in the +winter, he would not be expected. +</p> + +<p> +Clark started with a hundred and seventy men. The country was nearly all +covered with water. The men were in the wet almost all the time. Clark had hard +work to keep his men cheerful. He did everything he could to amuse them. +</p> + +<p> +They had to wade through deep rivers. The water was icy cold. But Clark made a +joke of it. He kept them laughing whenever he could. +</p> + +<p> +At one place the men refused to go through the freezing water. Clark could not +per-suade them to cross the river. He called to him a tall sol-dier. He was the +very tallest man in Clark’s little army. Clark said to him, “Take +the little drummer boy on your shoulders.” +</p> + +<p> +The little drummer was soon seated high on the shoulders of the tall man. +“Now go ahead!” said Clark. +</p> + +<p> +The soldier marched into the water. The little drummer beat a march on his +drum. Clark cried out, “Forward!” Then he plunged into the water +after the tall soldier. All the men went in after him. They were soon safe on +the other side. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +At another river the little drummer was floated over on the top of his drum. At +last the men drew near to Vin-cennes. They could hear the morning and evening +gun in the British fort. But the worst of the way was yet to pass. The Wa-bash +River had risen over its banks. The water was five miles wide. The men marched +from one high ground to another through the cold water. They caught an Indian +with a canoe. In this they got across the main river. But there was more water +to cross. The men were so hungry that some of them fell down in the water. They +had to be carried out. +</p> + +<p> +Clark’s men got frightened at last, and then they had no heart to go any +farther. But Clark remembered what the Indians did when they went to war. He +took a little gun-powder in his hand. He poured water on it. Then he rubbed it +on his face. It made his face black. +</p> + +<p> +With his face blackened like an Indian’s, he gave an Indian war-whoop. +The men followed him again. +</p> + +<p> +The men were tired and hungry. But they soon reached dry ground. They were now +in sight of the fort. Clark marched his little army round and round in such a +way as to make it seem that he had many men with him. He wrote a fierce letter +to the British com-mand-er. He behaved like a general with a large army. +</p> + +<p> +After some fighting, the British com-mand-er gave up. Clark’s little army +took the British fort. This brave action saved to our country the land that +lies between the Ohio River and the Lakes. It stopped the sending of Indians to +kill the settlers in the West. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap23"></a>DANIEL BOONE AND HIS GRAPEVINE SWING.</h2> + +<p> +Daniel Boone was the first settler of Ken-tuck-y. He knew all about living in +the woods. He knew how to hunt the wild animals. He knew how to fight Indians, +and how to get away from them. +</p> + +<p> +Nearly all the men that came with him to Kentucky the first time were killed. +One was eaten by wolves. Some of them were killed by Indians. Some of them went +into the woods and never came back. Nobody knows what killed them. +</p> + +<p> +Only Boone and his brother were left alive. They needed some powder and some +bullets. They wanted some horses. Boone’s brother went back across the +mountains to get these things. Boone staid in his little cabin all alone. +</p> + +<p> +Boone could hear the wolves howl near his cabin at night. He heard the panthers +scream in the woods. But he did not mind being left all alone in these dark +forests. The Indians came to his cabin when he was away. He did not want to see +these vis-it-ors. He did not dare to sleep in his cabin all the time. Sometimes +he slept under a rocky cliff. Sometimes he slept in a cane-brake. A cane-brake +is a large patch of growing canes such as fishing rods are made of. +</p> + +<p> +Once a mother bear tried to kill him. He fired his gun at her, but the bullet +did not kill her. The bear ran at him. He held his long knife out in his hand. +The bear ran against it and was killed. +</p> + +<p> +He made long journeys alone in the woods. One day he looked back through the +trees and saw four Indians. They were fol-low-ing Boone’s tracks. They +did not see him. He turned this way and that. But the Indians still fol-lowed +his tracks. +</p> + +<p> +He went over a little hill. Here he found a wild grape-vine. It was a very long +vine, reaching to the top of a high tree. There are many such vines in the +Southern woods. Children cut such vines off near the roots. Then they use them +for swings. +</p> + +<p> +Boone had swung on grape-vines when he was a boy. He now thought of a way to +break his tracks. He cut the wild grape-vine off near the root. Then he took +hold of it. He sprang out into the air with all his might. The great swing +carried him far out as it swung. Then he let go. He fell to the ground, and +then he ran away in a dif-fer-ent di-rec-tion from that in which he had been +going. +</p> + +<p> +When the Indians came to the place, they could not find his tracks. They could +not tell which way he had gone. He got to his cabin in safety. +</p> + +<p> +Boone had now been alone for many months. His brother did not get back at the +time he had set for coming. Boone thought that his brother might have been +killed. Boone had not tasted anything but meat since he left home. He had to +get his food by shooting animals in the woods. By this time he had hardly any +powder or bullets left. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Boone on the Grapevine Swing] +</p> + +<p> +One evening he sat by his cabin. He heard some one coming. He thought that it +might be Indians. He heard the steps of horses. He looked through the trees. He +saw his brother riding on one horse, and leading another. The other horse was +loaded with powder and bullets and clothes, and other things that Boone needed. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap24"></a>DANIEL BOONE’S DAUGHTER AND HER FRIENDS.</h2> + +<p> +Daniel Boone and his brother picked out a good place in Ken-tuck-y to settle. +Then they went home to North Car-o-li-na. They took with them such things as +were cu-ri-ous and val-u-a-ble. These were the skins of animals they had +killed, and no doubt some of the heads and tails. +</p> + +<p> +Boone was restless. He had seen Kentucky and he did not wish to settle down to +the life of North Carolina. +</p> + +<p> +In two years Boone sold his farm in North Carolina and set out for Kentucky. He +took with him his wife and children and two brothers. Some of their neighbors +went with them. They trav-eled by pack train. All their goods were packed on +horses. +</p> + +<p> +When they reached the place on the Kentucky River that Boone had chosen for a +home they built a fort of log houses. These cabins all stood round a square. +The backs of the houses were outward. There was no door or window in the back +of a house. The outer walls were thus shut up. They made the place a fort. The +houses at the four corners were a little taller and stronger than the others. +There were gates leading into the fort. These gates were kept shut at night. +</p> + +<p> +In the evening the people danced and amused themselves in the square. Indians +could not creep up and attack them. +</p> + +<p> +When the men went out to feed the horses and cows they carried their guns. They +walked softly and turned their eyes quickly from point to point to see if +Indians were hiding near. They held their guns so they could shoot quickly. +</p> + +<p> +The women and children had to stay very near the fort so they could run in if +an Indian came in sight. +</p> + +<p> +Daniel Boone had a daughter named Je-mi-ma. She was about fourteen years old. +She had two friends named Frances and Betsey Cal-lo-way. Frances Galloway was +about the same age as Jemima. +</p> + +<p> +One summer afternoon these three girls went out of the fort. They went to the +river and got into a canoe. It was not far from the fort. They felt safe. They +laughed and talked and splashed the water with their paddles. +</p> + +<p> +The cur-rent carried them slowly near the other shore. They could still see the +fort. They did not think of danger. +</p> + +<p> +Trees and bushes grew thick down to the edge of the river. Five strong Indians +were hiding in the bushes. +</p> + +<p> +One Indian crept care-ful-ly through the bushes. He made no more noise than a +snake. When he got to the edge of the water he put out his long arm and caught +hold of the rope that hung down from the canoe. In a moment he had turned the +boat around and drawn it out of sight from the fort. The girls screamed when +they saw the Indian. Their friends heard them but could not cross the river to +help them. The girls had taken the only canoe. +</p> + +<p> +Boone and Cal-lo-way were both gone from the fort. They got home too late to +start that day. No sleep came to their eyes while they waited for light to +travel by. +</p> + +<p> +As soon as there was a glim-mer of light they and a party of their friends set +out. It was in July and they could start early. +</p> + +<p> +They crossed the river and easily found the Indians’ tracks where they +started. The brush was broken down there. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians were cun-ning. They did not keep close together after they set out. +Each Indian walked by himself through the tall canes. Three of the Indians took +the captives. +</p> + +<p> +Boone and his friends tried in vain to follow them. Sometimes they would find a +track but it would soon be lost in the thick canes. +</p> + +<p> +Boone’s party gave up trying to find their path. They noticed which way +the Indians were going. Then they walked as fast as they could the same way for +thirty miles. They thought the Indians would grow careless about their tracks +after traveling so far. +</p> + +<p> +They turned so as to cross the path they thought the Indians had taken. They +looked carefully at the ground and at the bushes to see if any one had gone by. +</p> + +<p> +Before long they found the Indians’ tracks in a buffalo path. Buffaloes +and other animals go often to lick salt from the rocks round salt springs. They +beat down the brush and make great roads. These roads run to the salt springs. +The hunters call them streets. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians took one of these roads after they got far from the fort. They +could travel more easily in it. They did not take pains to hide their tracks. +</p> + +<p> +As fast as their feet could carry them, Boone and his friends traveled along +the trail. When they had gone about ten miles they saw the Indians. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians had stopped to rest and to eat. It was very warm and they had put +off their moc-ca-sins and laid down their arms. They were kindling a fire to +cook by. +</p> + +<p> +In a moment the Indians saw the white men. Boone and Galloway were afraid the +Indians would kill the girls. +</p> + +<p> +Four of the white men shot at the Indians. Then all rushed at them. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians ran away as fast as they could. They did not stop to pick up their +guns or knives or hatchets. They had no time to put on their moccasins. +</p> + +<p> +The poor worn-out girls were soon safe in their fathers’ arms. +</p> + +<p> +Back to Boones-bor-ough they went, not minding their tired feet. When they got +to the fort there was great joy to see them alive. +</p> + +<p> +I do not believe they ever played in the water again. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap25"></a>DECATUR AND THE PIRATES.</h2> + +<p> +Nearly a hundred years have passed since the ship +“Phil-a-del-phi-a” was burned. But the brave sailors who did it +will never be for-got-ten. +</p> + +<p> +The people of Trip-o-li in Af-ri-ca were pirates. They took the ships of other +nations at sea. They made slaves of their prisoners. The friends of these +slaves sometimes sent money to buy their freedom. Some countries paid money to +these pirates to let their ships go safe. +</p> + +<p> +Our country had trouble with the pirates. This trouble brought on a war. Our +ships were sent to fight against Trip-o-li. +</p> + +<p> +One of the ships fighting against the pirates was called the +“Phil-a-del-phi-a.” One day she was chasing a ship of Trip-o-li. +The “Phil-a-del-phi-a” ran on the rocks. The sailors could not get +her off. The pirates came and fought her as she lay on the rocks. They took her +men prisoners. Then they went to work to get her off. After a long time they +got her into deep water. They took her to Tripoli. Our ships could not go there +after her, because there were so many great cannons on the shore near the ship. +</p> + +<p> +The pirates got the “Philadelphia” ready to go to sea. They loaded +her cannons. They meant to slip out past our ships of war. Then they would take +a great many smaller American ships. +</p> + +<p> +But the Americans laid a plan to burn the “Philadelphia.” It was a +very dan-ger-ous thing to try to do. The pirates had ships of war near the +“Philadelphia.” They had great guns on the shore. There was no way +to do it in the day-time. It could only be done by stealing into the Bay of +Tripoli at night. +</p> + +<p> +The Americans had taken a little vessel from the pirates. She was of the kind +that is called a ketch. She had sails. She also had long oars. When there was +no wind to sail with, the sailors could row her with the oars. +</p> + +<p> +This little ketch was sent one night to burn the “Philadelphia.” +The captain of this boat was Ste-phen De-ca-tur. He was a young man, and very +brave. +</p> + +<p> +De-ca-tur made his men lie down, so that the pirates would not know how many +men he had on his ketch. Only about ten men were in sight. The rest were lying +hidden on the boat. +</p> + +<p> +They came near to the “Philadelphia.” It was about ten +o’clock at night. The pirates called to them. The pilot of the ketch told +them that he was from Mal-ta. He told them that he had come to sell things to +the people of Tripoli. He said that the ketch had lost her anchor. He asked +them to let him tie her to the big ship till morning. +</p> + +<p> +The pirates sent out a rope to them. But when the ketch came nearer, the +pirates saw that they had been fooled. They cried out, “Americans, +Americans!” +</p> + +<p> +Then the Americans lying down took hold of the rope and pulled with all their +might, and drew the ketch close to the ship. They were so close, that the +ship’s cannons were over their heads. The pirates could not fire at them. +</p> + +<p> +The men who had been lying still now rose up. There were eighty of them. In a +minute they were scram-bling up the sides of the big ship. Some went in one +way, some another. They did not shoot. They fought with swords and pikes, or +short spears. +</p> + +<p> +Soon they drove the pirates to one side of the ship. Then they could hear the +pirates jumping over into the water. In a few minutes the pirates had all gone. +</p> + +<p> +But the Americans could not stay long. They must burn the ship before the +pirates on the shore should find out what they were doing. +</p> + +<p> +They had brought a lot of kin-dling on the ketch. They built fires in all parts +of the ship. The fire ran so fast, that some of the men had trouble to get off +the ship. +</p> + +<p> +When the Americans got back on the ketch, they could not untie the rope that +held the ketch to the ship. The big ship was bursting into flames. The ketch +would soon take fire. +</p> + +<p> +They took swords and hacked the big rope in two. Then they pushed hard to get +away from the fire. The ketch began to move. The sailors took the large oars +and rowed. They were soon safe from the fire. +</p> + +<p> +All this they had done without any noise. But, now that they had got away, they +looked back. The fire was shooting up toward the sky. The men stopped rowing, +and they gave three cheers. They were so glad, that they could not help it. +</p> + +<p> +By this time the pirates on shore had waked up. They began to fire great cannon +balls at the little ketch. One of the balls went through her sails. Ah! how the +sailors rowed! +</p> + +<p> +The whole sky was now lighted up by the fire. The pirates’ cannons were +thundering. The cannon balls were splashing the water all round the ketch. But +the Americans got away. At last they were safe in their own ships. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap26"></a>STORIES ABOUT JEFFERSON.</h2> + +<p> +Thomas Jef-fer-son was one of the great men of the Revolution. He was not a +soldier. He was not a great speaker. But he was a great thinker. And he was a +great writer. +</p> + +<p> +He wrote a paper that was the very beginning of the United States. It was a +paper that said that we would be free from England, and be a coun-try by +our-selves. We call that paper the Dec-la-ra-tion of In-de-pend-ence. +</p> + +<p> +When he was a boy, Jef-fer-son was fond of boyish plays. But when he was tired +of play, he took up a book. It pleased him to learn things. From the time when +he was a boy he never sat down to rest without a book. +</p> + +<p> +At school he learned what other boys did. But the dif-fer-ence between him and +most other boys was this: he did not stop with knowing just what the other boys +knew. Most boys want to learn what other boys learn. Most girls would like to +know what their school-mates know. But Jef-fer-son wanted to know a great deal +more. +</p> + +<p> +As a young man, Jefferson knew Latin and Greek. He also knew French and +Span-ish and I-tal-ian. +</p> + +<p> +He did not talk to show off what he knew. He tried to learn what other people +knew. When he talked to a wagon maker, he asked him about such things as a +wagon maker knows most about. He would sometimes ask how a wagon maker would go +to work to make a wheel. +</p> + +<p> +When Jefferson talked to a learn-ed man, he asked him about those things that +this man knew most about. When he talked with Indians, he got them to tell him +about their lan-guage. That is the way he came to know so much about so many +things. Whenever anybody told him anything worth while, he wrote it down as +soon as he could. +</p> + +<p> +One day Jefferson was trav-el-ing. He went on horse-back. That was a common way +of trav-el-ing at that time. He stopped at a country tavern. At this tavern he +talked with a stranger who was staying there. +</p> + +<p> +After a while Jefferson rode away. Then the stranger said to the land-lord, +“Who is that man? He knew so much about law, that I was sure he was a +lawyer. But when we talked about med-i-cine, he knew so much about that, that I +thought he must be a doctor. And after a while he seemed to know so much about +re-li-gion, that I was sure he was a min-is-ter. Who is he?” +</p> + +<p> +The stranger was very much surprised to hear that the man he had talked with +was Thomas Jefferson. +</p> + +<p> +Jefferson was a very polite man. One day his grand-son was riding with him. +They met a negro. The negro lifted his cap and bowed. Jefferson bowed to the +negro. But his grand-son did not think it worth while to bow. +</p> + +<p> +Then Jefferson said to his grand-son, “Do not let a poor negro be more of +a gen-tle-man than you are.” In the Dec-la-ra-tion of In-de-pend-ence, +Jefferson wrote these words: “All men are created equal.” He also +said that the poor man had the same right as the rich man to live, and to be +free, and to try to make himself happy. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap27"></a>A LONG JOURNEY.</h2> + +<p> +A long time ago, when Thomas Jefferson was Pres-i-dent, most of the people in +this country lived in the East. Nobody knew anything about the Far West. The +only people that lived there were Indians. Many of these Indians had never seen +a white man. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: An Elk] +</p> + +<p> +The Pres-i-dent sent men to travel into this wild part of the country. He told +them to go up to the upper end of the Mis-sou-ri River. Then they were to go +across the Rocky Mountains. They were to keep on till they got to the Pa-cif-ic +O-cean. Then they were to come back again. They were to find out the best way +to get through the mountains. And they were to find out what kind of people the +Indians in that country were. They were also to tell about the animals. +</p> + +<p> +There were two captains of this company. Their names were Lewis and Clark. +There were forty-five men in the party. +</p> + +<p> +They were gone two years and four months. For most of that time they did not +see any white men but their own party. They did not hear a word from home for +more than two years. +</p> + +<p> +They got their food mostly by hunting. They killed a great many buf-fa-loes and +elks and deer. They also shot wild geese and other large birds. Sometimes they +had nothing but fish to eat. Sometimes they had to eat wolves. When they had no +other meat, they were glad to buy dogs from the Indians and eat them. Sometimes +they ate horses. They became fond of the meat of dogs and horses. +</p> + +<p> +When they were very hungry, they had to live on roots if they could get them. +Some of the Indians made a kind of bread out of roots. The white men bought +this when they could not get meat. But there were days when they did not have +anything to eat. +</p> + +<p> +They were very friendly with the Indians. One day some of the men went to make +a visit to an Indian village. The Indians gave them something to eat. +</p> + +<p> +In the Indian wig-wam where they were, there was a head of a dead buffalo. When +dinner was over, the Indians filled a bowl full of meat. They set this down in +front of the head. Then they said to the head, “Eat that.” +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Feeding the Spirit of the Buffalo.] +</p> + +<p> +The Indians believed, that, if they treated this buffalo head politely, the +live buffaloes would come to their hunting ground. Then they would have plenty +of meat. They think the spirit of the buffalo is a kind of a god. They are very +careful to please this god. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap28"></a>CAPTAIN CLARK’S BURNING GLASS.</h2> + +<p> +The Indians among whom Captain Clark and Captain Lewis traveled had many +strange ways of doing things. They had nothing like our matches for making +fire. One tribe of Indians had this way of lighting a fire. An Indian would lay +down a dry stick. He would rub this stick with the end of another stick. After +a while this rubbing would make something like saw-dust on the stick that was +lying down. The Indian would keep on rubbing till the wood grew hot. Then the +fine wood dust would smoke. Then it would burn. The Indian would put a little +kin-dling wood on it. Soon he would have a large fire. +</p> + +<p> +In that time the white people had not yet found out how to make matches. They +lighted a fire by striking a piece of flint against a piece of steel. This +would make a spark of fire. By letting this spark fall on something that would +burn easily, they started a fire. +</p> + +<p> +White men had another way of lighting a fire when the sun was shining. They +used what was called a burning glass. This was a round piece of glass. It was +thick in the middle, and thin at the edge. When you held up a burning glass in +the sun, it drew the sun’s heat so as to make a little hot spot. If you +put paper under this spot of hot sunshine, it would burn. Men could light the +to-bac-co in their pipes with one of these glasses. +</p> + +<p> +Captain Clark had something funny happen to him on account of his burning +glass. He had walked ahead of the rest of his men. He sat down on a rock. There +were some Indians on the other side of the river. They did not see the captain. +Captain Clark saw a large bird called a crane flying over his head. He raised +his gun and shot it. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Cranes] +</p> + +<p> +The Indians on the other side of the river had never seen a white man in their +lives. They had never heard a gun. They used bows and arrows. +</p> + +<p> +They heard the sound of Clark’s gun. They looked up and saw the large +bird falling from the sky. It fell close to where Captain Clark sat. Just as it +fell they caught sight of Captain Clark sitting on the rocks. They thought they +had seen him fall out of the sky. They thought that the sound of his gun was a +sound like thunder that was made when he came down. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians all ran away as fast as they could. They went into their wig-warns +and closed them. +</p> + +<p> +Captain Clark wished to be friendly with them. So he got a canoe and paddled to +the other side of the river. He came to the Indian houses. He found the flaps +which they use for doors shut. He opened one of them and went in. The Indians +were sitting down, and they were all crying and trembling. +</p> + +<p> +Among the Indians the sign of peace is to smoke to-geth-er. Captain Clark held +out his pipe to them. That was to say, “I am your friend.” He shook +hands with them and gave some of them presents. Then they were not so much +afraid. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Lighting a Pipe with a Burning Glass.] +</p> + +<p> +He wished to light his pipe for them to smoke. So he took out his burning +glass. He held it in the sun. He held his pipe under it. The sunshine was drawn +together into a bright little spot on the tobacco. Soon the pipe began to +smoke. +</p> + +<p> +Then he held out his pipe for the Indians to smoke with him. That is their way +of making friends. But none of the Indians would touch the pipe. They thought +that he had brought fire down from heaven to light his pipe. They were now sure +that he fell down from the sky. They were more afraid of him than ever. +</p> + +<p> +At last Captain Clark’s Indian man came. He told the other Indians that +the white man did not come out of the sky. Then they smoked the pipe, and were +not afraid. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap29"></a>QUICKSILVER BOB.</h2> + +<p> +Robert Fulton was the man who set steam-boats to running on the rivers. Other +men had made such boats before. But Fulton made the first good one. +</p> + +<p> +When he was a boy, he lived in the town of Lan-cas-ter in Penn-syl-van-ia. Many +guns were made in Lancaster. The men who made these guns put little pictures on +them. That was to make them sell to the hunters who liked a gun with pictures. +Little Robert Fulton could draw very well for a boy. He made some pretty little +drawings. These the gun makers put on their guns. +</p> + +<p> +Fulton went to the gun shops a great deal. He liked to see how things were +made. He tried to make a small air gun for himself. +</p> + +<p> +He was always trying to make things. He got some quick-sil-ver. He was trying +to do something with it. But he would not tell what he wanted to do. So the +gun-smiths called him Quick-sil-ver Bob. +</p> + +<p> +He was so much in-ter-est-ed in such things, that he sometimes neg-lect-ed his +lessons. He said that his head was so full of new notions, that he had not much +room left for school learning. +</p> + +<p> +One morning he came to school late. +</p> + +<p> +“What makes you so late?” asked the teacher. +</p> + +<p> +“I went to one of the shops to make myself a lead pencil,” said +little Bob. “Here it is. It is the best one I ever had.” +</p> + +<p> +The teacher tried it, and found it very good. Lead pencils in that day were +made of a long piece of lead sharpened at the end. +</p> + +<p> +Quick-sil-ver Bob was a very odd little boy. He said many cu-ri-ous things. +Once the teacher punished him for not getting his lessons. He rapped Robert on +the knuckles with a fer-ule. Robert did not like this any more than any other +boy would. +</p> + +<p> +“Sir,” said the boy, “I came here to have something beaten +into my head, not into my knuckles.” +</p> + +<p> +In that day people used to light candles and stand them in the window on the +Fourth of July. These candles in every window lighted up the whole town. But +one year candles were scarce and high. The city asked the people not to light +up their windows on the Fourth. +</p> + +<p> +Bob did not like to miss the fun of his Fourth of July. He went to work to make +something like rockets or Roman candles. It was a very dan-ger-ous business for +a boy. +</p> + +<p> +“What are you doing, Bob?” some one asked him. +</p> + +<p> +“The city does not want us to burn our candles on the Fourth,” he +said. “I am going to shoot mine into the air.” +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +He used to go fishing with a boy named Chris Gumpf. The father of Chris went +with them. They fished from a flat boat. The two boys had to push the boat to +the fishing place with poles. +</p> + +<p> +“I am tired of poling that boat,” said Robert to Chris one day when +they came home. +</p> + +<p> +So he set to work to think out a plan to move the boat in an easier way than by +poles. He whittled out the model of a tiny paddle wheel. Then he went to work +with Chris Gumpf, and they made a larger paddle wheel. This they set up in the +fishing boat. The wheel was turned by the boys with a crank. They did not use +the poles any more. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap30"></a>THE FIRST STEAMBOAT.</h2> + +<p> +The first good steam-boat was built in New York. She was built by Robert +Fulton. Her name was “Clermont.” When the people saw her, they +laughed. They said that such a boat would never go. For thousands of years +boat-men had made their boats go by using sails and oars. People had never seen +any such boat as this. It seemed foolish to believe that a boat could be pushed +along by steam. +</p> + +<p> +The time came for Fulton to start his boat. A crowd of people were standing on +the shore. The black smoke was coming out of the smoke-stack. The people were +laughing at the boat. They were sure that it would not go. At last the +boat’s wheels began to turn round. Then the boat began to move. There +were no oars. There were no sails. But still the boat kept moving. Faster and +faster she went. All the people now saw that she could go by steam. They did +not laugh any more. They began to cheer. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Seeing the First Steam boat] +</p> + +<p> +The little steam-boat ran up to Al-ba-ny. The people who lived on the river did +not know what to make of it. They had never heard of a steam-boat. They could +not see what made the boat go. +</p> + +<p> +There were many sailing vessels on the river. Fulton’s boat passed some +of these in the night. The sailors were afraid when they saw the fire and +smoke. The sound of the steam seemed dreadful to them. Some of them went +down-stairs in their ships for fear. Some of them went ashore. Perhaps they +thought it was a living animal that would eat them up. +</p> + +<p> +But soon there were steam-boats on all the large rivers. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap31"></a>WASHINGTON IRVING AS A BOY.</h2> + +<p> +The Revolution was about over. Americans were very happy. Their country was to +be free. +</p> + +<p> +At this time a little boy was born in New York. His family was named Ir-ving. +What should this little boy be named? +</p> + +<p> +His mother said, “Washington’s work is done. Let us name the baby +Washington.” So he was called Washington Ir-ving. +</p> + +<p> +When this baby grew to be a little boy, he was one day walking with his nurse. +The nurse was a Scotch girl. She saw General Washington go into a shop. She led +the little boy into the shop also. +</p> + +<p> +The nurse said to General Washington, “Please, your Honor, here is a +bairn that is named for you.” +</p> + +<p> +“Bairn” is a Scotch word for child. Washington put his hand on the +little boy’s head and gave him his blessing. When Irving became an +author, he wrote a life of Washington. +</p> + +<p> +Little Irving was a merry, playful boy. He was full of mischief. +</p> + +<p> +Sometimes he would climb out of a window to the roof of his father’s +house. From this he would go to roofs of other houses. Then the little rascal +would drop a pebble down a neighbor’s chimney. Then he would hurry back +and get into the window again. He would wonder what the people thought when the +pebble came rattling down their chimney. Of course he was punished when his +tricks were found out. But he was a favorite with his teacher. With all his +faults, he would not tell a lie. The teacher called the little fellow +“General.” +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Irving in Mischief.] +</p> + +<p> +In those days naughty school-boys were whipped. Irving could not bear to see +another boy suffer. When a boy was to be whipped, the girls were sent out. +Irving always asked the schoolmaster to let him go out with the girls. +</p> + +<p> +Like other boys, Irving was fond of stories. He liked to read about Sind-bad +the Sailor, and Rob-in-son Cru-soe. But most of all he liked to read about +other countries. He had twenty small volumes called “The World +Dis-played.” They told about the people and countries of the world. +Irving read these little books a great deal. +</p> + +<p> +One day the schoolmaster caught him reading in school. The master slipped +behind him and grabbed the book. Then he told Irving to stay after school. +</p> + +<p> +Irving expected a pun-ish-ment. But the master told him he was pleased to find +that he liked to read such good books. He told him not to read them in school. +</p> + +<p> +Reading about other countries made Irving wish to see them. He thought he would +like to travel. Like other wild boys, he thought of running away. He wanted to +go to sea. +</p> + +<p> +But he knew that sailors had to eat salt pork. He did not like salt pork. He +thought he would learn to like it. When he got a chance, he ate pork. And +sometimes he would sleep all night on the floor. He wanted to get used to a +hard bed. +</p> + +<p> +But the more he ate pork, the more he disliked it. And the more he slept on the +floor, the more he liked a good bed. So he gave up his foolish notion of being +a sailor boy. +</p> + +<p> +Some day you will read Irving’s “Sketch Book.” You will find +some famous stories in it. There is the story of Rip Van Win-kle, who slept +twenty years. And there is the funny story of the Head-less Horse-man. When you +read these a-mus-ing stories, you will remember the playful boy who became a +great author. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Rip Van Winkle wakes up] +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap32"></a>DON’T GIVE UP THE SHIP.</h2> + +<p> +Fred was talking to his sister one day. He said,— +</p> + +<p> +“Alice, what makes people say, ‘Don’t give up the +ship’?” +</p> + +<p> +Alice said, “I don’t know. That’s what the teacher said to me +yes-ter-day when I thought that I could not get my lesson.” +</p> + +<p> +“Yes,” said Fred, “and that’s what father said to me. I +told him I never could learn to write well.” He only said, “You +must not give up the ship, my boy.” +</p> + +<p> +“I haven’t any ship to give up,” said Alice. +</p> + +<p> +“And what has a ship to do with my writing?” said Fred. +</p> + +<p> +“There must be some story about a ship,” Alice said. +</p> + +<p> +“Maybe grand-father would know,” said Fred. “Let’s ask +him.” +</p> + +<p> +They found their grand-father writing in the next room. They did not wish to +disturb him. They turned to leave the room. +</p> + +<p> +But grand-father looked up just then. He smiled, and laid down his pen. +</p> + +<p> +“Did you want something?” he asked. “We wanted to ask you a +question,” said Alice. “We want to know why people say, +‘Don’t give up the ship.’” +</p> + +<p> +“We thought maybe there is a story to it,” said Fred. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, there is,” said their grandfather. “And I know a little +rhyme that tells the story.” +</p> + +<p> +“Could you say it to us?” asked Alice. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes, if I can think of it. Let me see. How does it begin?” +</p> + +<p> +Grandfather leaned his head back in the chair. He shut his eyes for a moment. +He was trying to remember. +</p> + +<p> +“Oh, now I remember it!” he said. +</p> + +<p> +Then he said to them these little verses:— +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap33"></a>GRANDFATHER’S RHYME.</h2> + +<p class="poem"> +When I was but a boy,<br/> + I heard the people tell<br/> +How gallant Captain Law-rence<br/> + So bravely fought and fell.<br/> +<br/> +The ships lay close together,<br/> + I heard the people say,<br/> +And many guns were roaring<br/> + Upon that battle day.<br/> +<br/> +A grape-shot struck the captain,<br/> + He laid him down to die:<br/> +They say the smoke of powder<br/> + Made dark the sea and sky.<br/> +<br/> +The sailors heard a whisper<br/> + Upon the captain’s lip:<br/> +The last command of Law-rence<br/> + Was, “Don’t give up the ship.”<br/> +<br/> +And ever since that battle<br/> + The people like to tell<br/> +How gallant Captain Lawrence<br/> + So bravely fought and fell.<br/> +<br/> +When disappointment happens,<br/> + And fear your heart annoys,<br/> +Be brave, like Captain Lawrence—<br/> + And don’t give up, my boys! +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap34"></a>THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.</h2> + +<p> +Everybody in the United States has heard the song about the star-span-gled +banner. Nearly everybody has sung it. It was written by Francis Scott Key. +</p> + +<p> +Key was a young lawyer. In the War of 1812 he fought with the American army. +The British landed soldiers in Mary-land. At Bla-dens-burg they fought and beat +the Americans. Key was in this battle on the American side. +</p> + +<p> +After the battle the British army took Washington, and burned the public +buildings. Key had a friend who was taken prisoner by the British. He was on +one of the British ships. Key went to the ships with a flag of truce. A flag of +truce is a white flag. It is carried in war when one side sends a message to +the other. +</p> + +<p> +When Key got to the British ships, they were sailing to Bal-ti-more. They were +going to try to take Bal-ti-more. The British com-mand-er would not let Key go +back. He was afraid that he would let the Americans know where the ships were +going. +</p> + +<p> +Key was kept a kind of prisoner while the ships attacked Bal-ti-more. The ships +tried to take the city by firing at it from the water. The British army tried +to take the city on the land side. +</p> + +<p> +The ships did their worst firing at night. They tried to take the little fort +near the city. +</p> + +<p> +Key could see the battle. He watched the little fort. He was afraid that the +men in it would give up. He was afraid that the fort would be broken down by +the cannon balls. +</p> + +<p> +The British fired bomb-shells and rockets at the fort. When these burst, they +made a light. By this light Key could see that the little fort was still +standing. He could see the flag still waving over it. He tells this in his song +in these words:— +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +“And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air<br/> +Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.” +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +But after many hours of fighting the British became dis-cour-aged. They found +that they could not take the city. The ships almost ceased to fire. +</p> + +<p> +Key did not know whether the fort had been knocked down or not. He could not +see whether the flag was still flying or not. He thought that the Americans +might have given up. He felt what he wrote in the song:— +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +“Oh! say, does that star-span-gled banner yet wave<br/> +O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?” +</p> + +<p> +When the break of day came, Key looked toward the fort. It was still standing. +There was a flag flying over it. It grew lighter. He could see that it was the +American flag. His feelings are told in two lines of the song:— +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +“’Tis the star spangled banner, oh, long may it wave<br/> +O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!” +</p> + +<p> +Key was full of joy. He took an old letter from his pocket. The back of this +letter had no writing on it. Here he wrote the song about the star-spangled +banner. +</p> + +<p> +The British com-mand-er now let Key go ashore. When he got to Baltimore, he +wrote out his song. He gave it to a friend. This friend took it to a printing +office. But the printers had all turned soldiers. They had all gone to defend +the city. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +There was one boy left in the office. He knew how to print. He took the verses +and printed them on a broad sheet of paper. +</p> + +<p> +The printed song was soon in the hands of the soldiers around Baltimore. It was +sung in the streets. It was sung in the the-a-ters. It traveled all over the +country. Everybody learned to sing:— +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +“Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just;<br/> +And this be our motto—‘In God is our trust’—<br/> +And the star-span-gled banner in triumph shall wave<br/> +O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap35"></a>HOW AUDUBON CAME TO KNOW ABOUT BIRDS.</h2> + +<p> +John James Au-du-bon knew more about the birds of this country than any man had +ever known before. He was born in the State of Lou-is-i-a-na. His father took +him to France when he was a boy. He went to school in France. +</p> + +<p> +The little John James was fond of stud-y-ing about wild animals. But most of +all he wished to know about birds. Seeing that the boy liked such things, his +father took pains to get birds and flowers for him. +</p> + +<p> +While he was yet a boy at school, he began to gather birds and other animals +for himself. He learned to skin and stuff them. But his stuffed birds did not +please him. Their feathers did not look bright, like those of live birds. He +wanted living birds to study. +</p> + +<p> +His father told him that he could not keep so many birds alive. To please the +boy he got him a book with pictures in it. Looking at these pictures made John +James wish to draw. He thought that he could make pictures that would look like +the live birds. +</p> + +<p> +But when he tried to paint a picture of a bird, it looked worse than his +stuffed birds. The birds he drew were not much like real birds. He called them +a “family of cripples.” As often as his birthday came round, he +made a bon-fire of his bad pictures. Then he would begin over again. +</p> + +<p> +All this time he was learning to draw birds. But he was not willing to make +pictures that were not just like the real birds. So when he grew to be a man he +went to a great French painter whose name was David. David taught him to draw +and paint things as they are. +</p> + +<p> +Then he came back to this country, and lived awhile in Pennsylvania. Here his +chief study was the wild creatures of the woods. +</p> + +<p> +He gathered many eggs of birds. He made pictures of these eggs. He did not take +birds’ eggs to break up the nests. He was not cruel. He took only what he +needed to study. +</p> + +<p> +He would make two little holes in each egg. Then he would shake the egg, or +stir it up with a little stick or straw, or a long pin. This would break up the +inside of the egg. Then he would blow into one of the holes. That would blow +the inside of the egg out through the other hole. +</p> + +<p> +These egg shells he strung together by running strings through the holes. He +hung these strings of egg shells all over the walls of his room. On the +man-tel-piece he put the stuffed skins of squirrels, raccoons, o-pos-sums, and +other small animals. On the shelves his friends could see frogs, snakes, and +other animals. +</p> + +<p> +He married a young lady, and brought her to live in this mu-se-um with his dead +snakes, frogs, and strings of birds’ eggs. She liked what he did, and was +sure that he would come to be a great man. +</p> + +<p> +He made up his mind to write a great book about American birds. He meant to +tell all about the birds in one book. Then in another book he would print +pictures of the birds, just as large as the birds them-selves. He meant to have +them look just like the birds. +</p> + +<p> +To do this he must travel many thousands of miles. He must live for years +almost all of the time in the woods. He would have to find and shoot the birds, +in order to make pictures of them. And he must see how the birds lived, and how +they built their nests, so that he could tell all about them. It would take a +great deal of work and trouble. But he was not afraid of trouble. +</p> + +<p> +That was many years ago. Much of our country was then covered with great trees. +Au-du-bon sometimes went in a boat down a lone-some river. Sometimes he rode on +horse-back. Often he had to travel on foot through woods where there were no +roads. Many a time he had to sleep out of doors. +</p> + +<p> +He lost his money and became poor. Sometimes he had to paint portraits to get +money to live on. Once he turned dancing master for a while. But he did not +give up his great idea. He still studied birds, and worked to make his books +about American birds. His wife went to teaching to help make a living. +</p> + +<p> +After years of hard work, he made paintings of nearly a thousand birds. That +was almost enough for his books. But, while he was traveling, two large rats +got into the box in which he kept his pictures. They cut up all his paintings +with their teeth, and made a nest of the pieces. This almost broke his heart +for a while. For many nights he could not sleep, because he had lost all his +work. +</p> + +<p> +But he did not give up. After some days he took his gun, and went into the +woods. He said to himself, “I will begin over again. I can make better +paintings than those that the rats spoiled.” But it took him four long +years and a half to find the birds, and make the pictures again. +</p> + +<p> +He was so careful to have his drawings just like the birds, that he would +measure them in every way. Thus he made his pictures just the size of the birds +themselves. +</p> + +<p> +At last the great books were printed. In this country, in France, and in +England, people praised the won-der-ful books. They knew that Au-du-bon was +indeed a great man. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap36"></a>AUDUBON IN THE WILD WOODS.</h2> + +<p> +When Au-du-bon was making his great book about birds, he had to live much in +the woods. Sometimes he lived among the Indians. He once saw an Indian go into +a hollow tree. There was a bear in the tree. The Indian had a knife in his +hand. He fought with the bear in the tree, and killed it. +</p> + +<p> +Au-du-bon could shoot very well. A friend of his one day threw up his cap in +the air. He told Au-du-bon to shoot at it. When the cap came down, it had a +hole in it. +</p> + +<p> +But the hunters who lived in the woods could shoot better. They would light a +candle. Then one of the hunters would take his gun, and go a hundred steps away +from the candle. He would then shoot at the candle. He would shoot so as to +snuff it. He would not put out the candle. He would only cut off a bit of the +wick with the bullet. But he would leave the candle burning. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Snuffing the Candle.] +</p> + +<p> +Once Audubon came near being killed by some robbers. He stopped at a cabin +where lived an old white woman. He found a young Indian in the house. The +Indian had hurt himself with an arrow. He had come to the house to spend the +night. +</p> + +<p> +The old woman saw Audubon’s fine gold watch. She asked him to let her +look at it. He put it into her hands for a minute. Then the Indian passed by +Audubon, and pinched him two or three times. That was to let him know that the +woman was bad, and that she might rob him. +</p> + +<p> +Audubon went and lay down with his hand on his gun. After a while two men came +in. They were the sons of the old woman. Then the old woman sharpened a large +knife. She told the young men to kill the Indian first, and then to kill +Audubon and take his watch. She thought that Audubon was asleep. But he drew up +his gun ready to fire. +</p> + +<p> +Just then two hunters came to the cabin. Audubon told them what the robbers +were going to do. They took the old woman and her sons, and tied their hands +and feet. The Indian, though he was in pain from his hurt, danced for joy when +he saw that the robbers were caught. The woman and her sons were afterward +punished. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap37"></a>HUNTING A PANTHER.</h2> + +<p> +Audubon was traveling in the woods in Mis-sis-sip-pi. He found the little cabin +of a settler. He staid there for the night. The settler told him that there was +a panther in the swamp near his house. A panther is a very large and fierce +animal. It is large enough to kill a man. This was a very bad panther. It had +killed some of the settler’s dogs. +</p> + +<p> +Audubon said, “Let us hunt this panther, and kill it.” +</p> + +<p> +So the settler sent out for his neigh-bors to come and help kill the panther. +Five men came. Audubon and the settler made seven. They were all on horse-back. +</p> + +<p> +When they came to the edge of the swamp, each man went a dif-fer-ent way. They +each took their dogs with them to find the track of the wild beast. All of the +hunters carried horns. Who-ever should find the track first was to blow his +horn to let the others know. +</p> + +<p> +In about two hours after they had started, they heard the sound of a horn. It +told them that the track had been found. Every man now went toward the sound of +the horn. Soon all the yelping dogs were fol-low-ing the track of the fierce +panther. The panther was running into the swamp farther and farther. +</p> + +<p> +I suppose that the panther thought that there were too many dogs and men for +him to fight. All the hunters came after the dogs. They held their guns ready +to shoot if the panther should make up his mind to fight them. +</p> + +<p> +After a while the sound of the dogs’ voices changed. The hunters knew +from this that the panther had stopped running, and gone up into a tree. +</p> + +<p> +At last the men came to the place where the dogs were. They were all barking +round a tree. Far up in the tree was the dan-ger-ous beast. The hunters came up +care-ful-ly. One of them fired. The bullet hit the panther, but did not kill +him. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +The panther sprang to the ground, and ran off again. The dogs ran after. The +men got on their horses, and rode after. +</p> + +<p> +But the horses were tired, and the men had to get down, and follow the dogs on +foot. +</p> + +<p> +The hunters now had to wade through little ponds of water. Sometimes they had +to climb over fallen trees. Their clothes were badly torn by the bushes. After +two hours more, they came to a place where the panther had again gone up into a +tree. +</p> + +<p> +This time three of the hunters shot at him. The fierce panther came tumbling to +the ground. But he was still able to fight. The men fought the savage beast on +all sides. At last they killed him. Then they gave his skin to the settler. +They wanted him to know that his en-e-my was dead. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap38"></a>SOME BOYS WHO BECAME AUTHORS.</h2> + +<p> +Wil-liam Cul-len Bry-ant was the first great poet in this country. He was a +small man. When he was a baby, his head was too big for his body. His father +used to send the baby to be dipped in a cold spring every day. The father +thought that putting his head into cold water would keep it from growing. +</p> + +<p> +Bry-ant knew his letters before he was a year and a half old. He began to write +rhymes when he was a very little fellow. He wanted to be a poet. He used to +pray that he might be a poet. His father printed some verses of his when he was +only ten years old. +</p> + +<p> +Bry-ant wrote many fine poems. Here are some lines of his about the bird we +call a bob-o-link:— +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +Rob-ert of Lin-coln is gayly dressed,<br/> + Wearing a bright black wedding coat,<br/> +White are his shoulders and white his crest.<br/> + Hear him call in his merry note:<br/> + Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link,<br/> + Spink, spank, spink;<br/> +Look, what a nice new coat is mine,<br/> +Sure there was never a bird so fine.<br/> + Chee, chee, chee. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +Haw-thorne was one of our greatest writers of stories. He was a pretty boy with +golden curls. He was fond of all the great poets, and he read Shake-speare and +Mil-ton and many other poets as soon as he was old enough to un-der-stand them. +</p> + +<p> +Haw-thorne grew up a very hand-some young fellow. One day he was walking in the +woods. He met an old gypsy woman. She had never seen anybody so fine-looking. +</p> + +<p> +“Are you a man, or an angel?” she asked him. +</p> + +<p> +Some of Haw-thorne’s best books are written for girls and boys. One of +these is called “The Won-der Book.” Another of his books for young +people is “Tan-gle-wood Tales.” +</p> + +<hr /> + +<p> +Pres-cott wrote beautiful his-to-ries. When Pres-cott was a boy, a school-mate +threw a crust of bread at him. It hit him in the eye. He became almost blind. +</p> + +<p> +He had to do his writing with a machine. This machine was made for the use of +the blind. There were no type-writ-ers in those days. +</p> + +<p> +It was hard work to write his-to-ry without good eyes. But Pres-cott did not +give up. He had a man to read to him. It took him ten years to write his first +book. +</p> + +<p> +When Prescott had finished his book, he was afraid to print it. But his father +said, “The man who writes a book, and is afraid to print it, is a +cow-ard.” +</p> + +<p> +Then Prescott printed his book. Everybody praised it. When you are older, you +will like to read his his-to-ries. +</p> + +<p> +Doctor Holmes, the poet, was a boy full of fancies. He lived in an old house. +Soldiers had staid in the house at the time of the Revolution. The floor of one +room was all battered by the butts of the soldiers’ muskets. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +Little Ol-i-ver Holmes used to think he could hear soldiers in the house. He +thought he could hear their spurs rattling in the dark passages. Sometimes he +thought he could hear their swords clanking. +</p> + +<p> +The little boy was afraid of a sign that hung over the sidewalk. It was a +great, big, wooden hand. It was the sign of a place where gloves were made. +This big hand swung in the air. Little Ol-i-ver Holmes had to walk under it on +his way to school. He thought the great fingers would grab him some day. Then +he thought he would never get home again. He even thought that his other pair +of shoes would be put away till his little brother grew big enough to wear +them. +</p> + +<p> +But the big wooden hand never caught him. +</p> + +<p> +Here are some verses that Doctor Holmes wrote about a very old man:— +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +“My grand-mam-ma has said—<br/> +Poor old lady, she is dead<br/> + Long ago—<br/> +That he had a Roman nose,<br/> +And his cheek was like a rose<br/> + In the snow.<br/> +<br/> +“But now his nose is thin,<br/> +And it rests upon his chin<br/> + Like a staff;<br/> +And a crook is in his back,<br/> +And a mel-an-chol-y crack<br/> + In his laugh.<br/> +<br/> +“I know it is a sin<br/> +For me to sit and grin<br/> + At him here;<br/> +But the old three-cor-nered hat,<br/> +And the breeches, and all that,<br/> + Are so queer!<br/> +<br/> +“And if I should live to be<br/> +The last leaf upon the tree<br/> + In the spring,<br/> +Let them smile, as I do now,<br/> +At the old for-sak-en bough<br/> + Where I cling.” +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap39"></a>DANIEL WEBSTER AND HIS BROTHER.</h2> + +<p> +Dan-iel Web-ster was a great states-man. As a little boy he was called +“Little Black Dan.” When he grew larger, he was thin and +sickly-looking. But he had large, dark eyes. People called him “All +Eyes.” +</p> + +<p> +He was very fond of his brother E-ze-ki-el. E-ze-ki-el was a little older than +Dan-iel. Both the boys had fine minds. They wanted to go to college. But their +father was poor. +</p> + +<p> +Dan-iel had not much strength for work on the farm. So little “All +Eyes” was sent to school, and then to college. E-ze-ki-el staid at home, +and worked on the farm. +</p> + +<p> +While Daniel was at school, he was unhappy to think that Ezekiel could not go +to college also. He went home on a visit. He talked to Ezekiel about going to +college. The brothers talked about it all night. The next day Daniel talked to +his father about it. The father said he was too poor to send both of his sons +to college. He said he would lose all his little property if he tried to send +Ezekiel to college. But he said, that, if their mother and sisters were willing +to be poor, he would send the other son to college. +</p> + +<p> +So the mother and sisters were asked. It seemed hard to risk the loss of all +they had. It seemed hard not to give Ezekiel a chance. They all shed tears over +it. +</p> + +<p> +The boys promised to take care of their mother and sisters if the property +should be lost. Then they all agreed that Ezekiel should go to college too. +</p> + +<p> +Daniel taught school while he was studying. That helped to pay the expenses. +After Daniel was through his studies in college, he taught a school in order to +help his brother. When his school closed, he went home. On his way he went +round to the college to see his brother. Finding that Ezekiel needed money, he +gave him a hundred dollars. He kept but three dollars to get home with. +</p> + +<p> +The father’s property was not sold. The two boys helped the family. +Daniel soon began to make money as a lawyer. He knew that his father was in +debt. He went home to see him. He said, “Father, I am going to pay your +debts.” +</p> + +<p> +The father said, “You cannot do it, Daniel. You have not money +enough.” +</p> + +<p> +“I can do it,” said Daniel; “and I will do it before Monday +evening.” +</p> + +<p> +When Monday evening came round, the father’s debts were all paid. +</p> + +<p> +When Daniel became a famous man, it made Ezekiel very happy. But Ezekiel died +first. When Daniel Web-ster made his greatest speech, all the people praised +him. +</p> + +<p> +But Web-ster said, “I wish that my poor brother had lived to this time. +It would have made him very happy.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap40"></a>WEBSTER AND THE POOR WOMAN.</h2> + +<p> +When Daniel Webster was a young lawyer, he was going home one night. There was +snow on the ground. It was very cold. It was late, and there was nobody to be +seen. +</p> + +<p> +But after a while he saw a poor woman. She was ahead of him. He wondered what +had brought her out on so cold a night. +</p> + +<p> +Sometimes she stopped and looked around. Then she would stand and listen. Then +she would go on again. [Illustration: Webster and the Poor Woman] +</p> + +<p> +Webster kept out of her sight. But he watched her. After looking around, she +turned down the street in which Webster lived. She stopped in front of +Webster’s house. She looked around and listened. +</p> + +<p> +Webster had put down some loose boards to walk on. They reached from the gate +to the door of his house. After standing still a minute, the woman took one of +the boards, and went off quickly. +</p> + +<p> +Webster followed her. But he kept out of her sight. She went to a distant part +of the town. She went into a poor little house. +</p> + +<p> +Webster went home without saying anything to the woman. He knew that she had +stolen the board for fire-wood. +</p> + +<p> +The next day the poor woman got a present It was a nice load of wood. +</p> + +<p> +Can you guess who sent it to her? +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap41"></a>THE INDIA-RUBBER MAN.</h2> + +<p> +Many years ago a strange-looking man was sometimes seen in the streets of New +York. His cap was made of In-di-a rubber. So was his coat. He wore a rubber +waist-coat. Even his cravat was of In-di-a rubber. He wore rubber shoes in dry +weather. People called this man “The In-di-a-rubber man.” +</p> + +<p> +His name was Charles Good-year. He was very poor. He was trying to find out how +to make India rubber useful. +</p> + +<p> +India-rubber trees grow in South America. The juice of these trees is something +like milk or cream. By drying this juice, India rubber is made. +</p> + +<p> +The Indians in Bra-zil have no glass to make bottles with. A long time ago they +learned to make bottles out of rubber. More than a hundred years ago some of +these rubber bottles were brought to this country. The people in this country +had never seen India rubber before. They thought the bottles made out of it by +the Indians very cu-ri-ous. +</p> + +<p> +In this country, rubber was used only to rub out pencil marks. That is why we +call it rubber. People in South America learned to make a kind of heavy shoe +out of it. But these shoes were hard to make. They cost a great deal when they +were sold in this country. +</p> + +<p> +Men tried to make rubber shoes in this country. They got the rubber from +Bra-zil. Rubber shoes made in this country were cheaper than those brought from +South America. But they were not good. They would freeze till they were as hard +as stones in winter. That was not the worst of it. In summer they would melt. +Goodyear was trying to find out a way to make rubber better. He wanted to get +it so that it would not melt in summer. He wanted to get a rubber that would +not get hard in cold weather. The first rubber coats that were made were so +hard in cold weather, that they would stand alone, and look like a man. +</p> + +<p> +Goodyear wanted to try his rubber. That is why he wore a rubber coat and a +rubber waist-coat and a rubber cravat. That is why he wore a rubber cap and +rubber shoes when it was not raining. He made paper out of rubber, and wrote a +book on it. He had a door-plate made of it. He even carried a cane made of +India rubber. It is no wonder people called him the India-rubber man. +</p> + +<p> +He was very poor. Sometimes he had to borrow money to buy rubber with. +Sometimes his friends gave him money to keep his family from starving. +Sometimes there was no wood and no coal in the house in cold weather. +</p> + +<p> +But Goodyear kept on trying. He thought that he was just going to find out. +Years went by, and still he kept on trying. +</p> + +<p> +One day he was mixing some rubber with sulphur. It slipped out of his hand. It +fell on the hot stove. But it did not melt. Goodyear was happy at last. That +night it was cold. Goodyear took the burned piece of rubber out of doors, and +nailed it to the kitchen door. When morning came, he went and got it. It had +not frozen. +</p> + +<p> +He was now sure that he was on the right track. But he had to find out how to +mix and heat his rubber and sulphur. He was too poor to buy rubber to try with. +Nobody would lend him any more money. His family had to live by the help of his +friends. He had already sold almost everything that he had. Now he had to sell +his children’s school-books to get money to buy rubber with. +</p> + +<p> +At last his rubber goods were made and sold. Poor men who had to stand in the +rain could now keep themselves dry. People could walk in the wet with dry feet. +A great many people are alive who would have died if they had not been kept dry +by India rubber. +</p> + +<p> +You may count up, if you can, how many useful things are made of rubber. We owe +them all to one man. People laughed at Goodyear once. But at last they praised +him. To be “The India-rubber man” was something to be proud of. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap42"></a>DOCTOR KANE IN THE FROZEN SEA.</h2> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +Kane was a doctor in one of the war ships of the United States. He had sailed +about the world a great deal. +</p> + +<p> +When he heard that ships were to be sent into the icy seas of the north, he +asked to be sent along. He went the first time as a doctor. Then he wanted to +find out more about the frozen ocean. So he went again as captain of a ship. +His ship was called the “Advance.” +</p> + +<p> +Kane sailed into the icy seas. His ship was driven far into the ice by a +fu-ri-ous storm. She was crowded by ice-bergs. At one time she was lifted clear +out of the water. The ship seemed ready to fall over on her side. But the ice +let her down again. Then she was squeezed till the men thought that she would +be crushed like an egg shell At last the storm stopped. Then came the awful +cold. The ship was frozen into the ice. The ice never let go of her. She was +farther north than any ship had ever been before. But she was so fast in the +ice that she never could get away. +</p> + +<p> +In that part of the world it is night nearly all winter. For months there was +no sun at all. Daylight came again. It was now summer, but it did not get warm. +Doctor Kane took sleds, and went about on the ice to see what he could see. The +sleds were drawn by large dogs. But nearly all of the dogs died in the long +winter night. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: A Dog Sled] +</p> + +<p> +Doctor Kane thought that the ice would melt. He wanted to get the ship out. But +the ice did not melt at all. +</p> + +<p> +At last the summer passed away. Another awful winter came. The sun did not rise +any more. It was dark for months and months. The men were ill. Some of them +died. They were much dis-cour-aged. But Kane kept up his heart, and did the +best he could. +</p> + +<p> +At last the least little streak of light could be seen. It got a little lighter +each day. But the sick men down in the cabin of the ship could not see the +light. +</p> + +<p> +Doctor Kane said to himself, “If my poor men could see this sunlight, it +would cheer them up. It might save their lives.” But they were too ill to +get out where they could see the sun. It would be many days before the sun +would shine into the cabin of the ship. The men might die before that time. +</p> + +<p> +So Doctor Kane took some looking glasses up to the deck or top of the ship. He +fixed one of these so it would catch the light of the sun. Then he fixed +another so that the first one would throw the light on this one. The last one +would throw the sunlight down into the cabin where the sick men were. +</p> + +<p> +One day the poor fellows were ready to give up. Then the sun fell on the +looking glasses, and flashed down into the cabin. It was the first daylight the +sick men had seen for months. The long winter night was over. Think how happy +they were! +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap43"></a>A DINNER ON THE ICE.</h2> + +<p> +After two winters of cold and darkness, Doctor Kane made up his mind to leave +the ship fast in the ice. He wanted to get to a place in Green-land where there +were people living. Then he might find some way of getting home again. +</p> + +<p> +The men started out, drawing the boats on sleds. Whenever they came to open +water, they put the boats into the water, and took the sleds in the boats. When +they came to the ice again, they had to draw out their boats, and carry them on +the sleds. At first they could travel only about a mile a day. +</p> + +<p> +It was a hard journey. Some of the men were ill. These had to be drawn on the +sleds by the rest. They had not enough food. At one time they rested three days +in a kind of cave. Here they found many birds’ eggs. These made very good +food for them. At another place they staid a week. They staid just to eat the +eggs of the wild birds. +</p> + +<p> +After they left this place, they were hungry. The men grew thinner and thinner. +It seemed that they must die for want of food. But one day they saw a large +seal. He was floating on a piece of ice. The hungry men thought, “What a +fine din-ner he would make for us!” If they could get the seal, they +would not die of hunger. +</p> + +<p> +Every one of the poor fellows trembled for fear the seal would wake up. A man +named Pe-ter-sen took a gun, and got ready to shoot. The men rowed the boat +toward the seal. They rowed slowly and quietly. But the seal waked up. He +raised his head. The men thought that he would jump off into the water. Then +they might all die for want of food. +</p> + +<p> +Doctor Kane made a motion to Pe-ter-sen. That was to tell him to shoot quickly. +But Peter-sen did not shoot. He was so much afraid that the seal would get +away, that he could not shoot. The seal now raised himself a little more. He +was getting ready to jump into the water. Just then Petersen fired. The seal +fell dead on the ice. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: A Seal] +</p> + +<p> +The men were wild with joy. They rowed the boats with all their might. When +they got to the seal, they dragged it farther away from the water. They were so +happy, that they danced on the ice. Some of them laughed. Some were so glad, +that they cried. [Illustration: Shooting the Seal.] +</p> + +<p> +Then they took their knives and began to cut up the seal. They had no fire on +the ice, and they were too hungry to think of lighting one. So they ate the +meat of the seal without waiting to cook it. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap44"></a>DOCTOR KANE GETS OUT OF THE FROZEN SEA.</h2> + +<p> +After they got the seal, Doctor Kane and his men traveled on. Sometimes they +were on the ice. Sometimes they were in the boats. The men were so weak, that +they could hardly row the boats. They were so hungry, that they could not sleep +well at night. +</p> + +<p> +One day they were rowing, when they heard a sound. It came to them across the +water. It did not sound like the cry of sea birds. It sounded like +people’s voices. +</p> + +<p> +“Listen!” Doctor Kane said to Pe-ter-sen. +</p> + +<p> +Petersen spoke the same language as the people of Greenland. He listened. The +sound came again. Pe-ter-sen was so glad, that he could hardly speak. He told +Kane in a half whisper, that it was the voice of some one speaking his own +language. It was some Greenland men in a boat. +</p> + +<p> +The next day they got to a Greenland town. Then they got into a little ship +going to England. They knew that they could get home from England. But the ship +stopped at another Green-land town. While they were there, a steamer was seen. +It came nearer. They could see the stars and stripes flying from her mast. It +was an American steamer sent to find Doctor Kane. +</p> + +<p> +Doctor Kane and his men were full of joy. They pushed their little boat into +the water once more. This little boat was called the “Faith.” It +had carried Kane and his men hundreds of miles in icy seas. +</p> + +<p> +Once more the men took their oars, and rowed. This time they rowed with all +their might. They held up the little flag that they had carried farther north +than anybody had ever been before. They rowed straight to the steamer. +</p> + +<p> +In the bow of the boat was a little man with a tattered red shirt. He could see +that the captain of the boat was looking at him through a spy-glass. +</p> + +<p> +The captain shouted to the little man, “Is that Doctor Kane?” +</p> + +<p> +The little man in the red shirt shouted back, “Yes!” +</p> + +<p> +Doctor Kane and his men had been gone more than two years. People had begun to +think that they had all died. This steamer had been sent to find out what had +become of them. When the men on the steamer heard that this little man in the +red shirt was Doctor Kane himself, they sent up cheer after cheer. In a few +minutes more, Doctor Kane and his men were on the steamer. They were now safe +among friends. They were sailing away toward their homes. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap45"></a>LONGFELLOW AS A BOY.</h2> + +<p> +[Illustration: Longfellow and the Bird] +</p> + +<p> +Long-fel-low was a noble boy. He always wanted to do right. He could not bear +to see one person do any wrong to another. +</p> + +<p> +He was very tender-hearted. One day he took a gun and went shooting. He killed +a robin. Then he felt sorry for the robin He came home with tears in his eyes. +He was so grieved, that he never went shooting again. +</p> + +<p> +He liked to read Irving’s “Sketch Book.” Its strange stories +about Sleepy Hollow and Rip Van Win-kle pleased his fancy. +</p> + +<p> +When he was thirteen he wrote a poem. It was about Love-well’s fight with +the Indians. He sent his verses to a news-paper. He wondered if the ed-i-tor +would print them. He could not think of anything else. He walked up and down in +front of the printing office. He thought that his poem might be in the +printer’s hands. +</p> + +<p> +When the paper came out, there was his poem. It was signed “Henry.” +Long-fel-low read it. He thought it a good poem. +</p> + +<p> +But a judge who did not know whose poem it was talked about it that evening. He +said to young Long-fel-low, “Did you see that poem in the paper? It was +stiff. And all taken from other poets, too.” +</p> + +<p> +This made Henry Long-fel-low feel bad. But he kept on trying. After many years, +he became a famous poet. +</p> + +<p> +For more than fifty years, young people have liked to read his poem called +“A Psalm of Life.” Here are three stanzas of it:— +</p> + +<p class="poem"> +“Lives of great men all remind us<br/> + We can make our lives sub-lime,<br/> +And, de-part-ing, leave behind us<br/> + Foot-prints on the sands of time,—<br/> +<br/> +“Foot-prints, that perhaps another,<br/> + Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,<br/> +A forlorn and ship-wrecked brother,<br/> + Seeing, may take heart again.<br/> +<br/> +“Let us, then, be up and doing,<br/> + With a heart for any fate;<br/> +Still a-chiev-ing, still pur-su-ing,<br/> + Learn to labor and to wait.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap46"></a>KIT CARSON AND THE BEARS.</h2> + +<p> +Great men of one kind are known only in new countries like ours. These men +dis-cov-er new regions. They know how to manage the Indians. They show other +people how to live in a wild country. +</p> + +<p> +One of the most famous of such men was Kit Car-son. He knew all about the wild +animals. He was a great hunter. He learned the languages of the Indians. The +Indians liked him. He was a great guide. He showed soldiers and settlers how to +travel where they wished to go. +</p> + +<p> +Once he was marching through the wild country with other men. Evening came. He +left the others, and went to shoot something to eat. It was the only way to get +meat for supper. When he had gone about a mile, he saw the tracks of some elks. +He followed these tracks. He came in sight of the elks. They were eating grass +on a hill, as cows do. +</p> + +<p> +Kit Car-son crept up behind some bushes. But elks are very timid animals. +Before the hunter got very near, they began to run away. So Carson fired at one +of them as it was running. The elk fell dead. +</p> + +<p> +But just at that moment he heard a roar. He turned to see what made this ugly +noise. Two huge bears were running toward him. They wanted some meat for +supper, too. +</p> + +<p> +Kit Carson’s gun was empty. He threw it down. Then he ran as fast as he +could. He wanted to find a tree. +</p> + +<p> +Just as the bears were about to seize him, he got to a tree. He caught hold of +a limb. He swung himself up into the tree. The bears just missed getting him. +</p> + +<p> +But bears know how to climb trees. Carson knew that they would soon be after +him. He pulled out his knife, and began to cut off a limb. He wanted to make a +club. +</p> + +<p> +A bear is much larger and stronger than a man. He cannot be killed with a club. +But every bear has one tender spot. It is his nose. He does not like to be hit +on the nose. A sharp blow on the nose hurts him a great deal. +</p> + +<p> +Kit Carson got his club cut just in time. The bears were coming after him. Kit +got up into the very top of the tree. He drew up his feet, and made himself as +small as he could. +</p> + +<p> +When the bears came near, one of them reached for Kit. Whack! went the stick on +the end of his nose. The bear drew back, and whined with pain. +</p> + +<p> +First one bear tried to get him, and then the other. But which-ever one tried, +Kit was ready. The bear was sure to get his nose hurt. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +The bears grew tired, and rested awhile. But they kept up their screeching and +roaring. When their noses felt better, they tried again. And then they tried +again. But every time they came away with sore noses. At last they both tried +at once. But Carson pounded faster than ever. One of the bears cried like a +baby. The tears ran out of his eyes. It hurt his feelings to have his nose +treated in this rude way. +</p> + +<p> +After a long time one of the bears got tired. He went away. After awhile the +other went away too. Kit Carson staid in the tree a long time. Then he came +down. The first thing he did was to get his gun. He loaded it. But the bears +did not come back. They were too busy rubbing noses. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap47"></a>HORACE GREELEY AS A BOY.</h2> + +<p> +Hor-ace Gree-ley was the son of a poor farmer. He was always fond of books. He +learned to read almost as soon as he could talk. He could read easy books when +he was three years old. When he was four, he could read any book that he could +get. +</p> + +<p> +He went to an old-fashioned school. Twice a day all the children stood up to +spell. They were in two classes. Little Hor-ace was in the class with the +grown-up young people. He was the best speller in the class. It was funny to +see the little midget at the head of this class of older people. But he was +only a little boy in his feelings. If he missed a word, he would cry. The one +that spelled a word that he missed would have a right to take the head of the +class. Sometimes when he missed, the big boys would not take the head. They did +not like to make the little fellow cry. He was the pet of all the school. +</p> + +<p> +People in that day were fond of spelling. They used to hold meetings at night +to spell. They called these “spelling schools.” +</p> + +<p> +At a spelling school two captains were picked out. These chose their spellers. +Then they tried to see which side could beat the other at spelling. +</p> + +<p> +Little Hor-ace was always chosen first. The side that got him got the best +speller in the school. Sometimes the little fellow would go to sleep. When it +came his turn to spell, some-body would wake him up. He would rub his eyes, and +spell the word. He would spell it right, too. +</p> + +<p> +When he was four or five years old, he would lie under a tree, and read. He +would lie there, and forget all about his dinner or his supper. He would not +move until some-body stumbled over him or called him. +</p> + +<p> +People had not found out how to burn ker-o-sene oil in lamps then. They used +candles. But poor people like the Gree-leys could not afford to burn many +candles. Hor-ace gathered pine knots to read by at night. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Greeley Reading] +</p> + +<p> +He would light a pine knot Then he would throw it on top of the large log at +the back of the fire. This would make a bright flick-er-ing light. +</p> + +<p> +Horace would lay all the books he wanted on the hearth. Then he would lie down +by them. His head was toward the fire. His feet were drawn up out of the way. +</p> + +<p> +The first thing that he did was to study all his lessons for the next day. Then +he would read other books. He never seemed to know when anybody came or went. +He kept on with his reading. His father did not want him to read too late. He +was afraid that he would hurt his eyes. And he wanted to have him get up early +in the morning to help with the work. So when nine o’clock came, he would +call, “Horace, Horace, Horace!” But it took many callings to rouse +him. +</p> + +<p> +When he got to bed, he would say his lessons over to his brother. He would tell +his brother what he had been reading. But his brother would fall asleep while +Horace was talking. +</p> + +<p> +Horace liked to read better than he liked to work. But when he had a task to +do, he did it faith-ful-ly. His brother would say, “Let us go +fishing.” But Horace would answer, “Let us get our work done +first.” +</p> + +<p> +Horace Gree-ley’s father grew poorer and poorer. When Horace was ten +years old, his land was sold. The family were now very poor. They moved from +New Hamp-shire. They settled in Ver-mont. They lived in a poor little cabin. +</p> + +<p> +Horace had to work hard like all the rest of the family. But he borrowed all +the books he could get. Sometimes he walked seven miles to borrow a book. +</p> + +<p> +A rich man who lived near the Greeleys used to lend books to Horace. Horace had +grown tall. His hair was white. He was poorly dressed. He was a strange-looking +boy. One day he went to the house of the rich man to borrow books. Some one +said to the owner of the house, “Do you lend books to such a fellow as +that?” +</p> + +<p> +But the gen-tle-man said, “That boy will be a great man some day.” +</p> + +<p> +This made all the com-pa-ny laugh. It seemed funny that anybody should think of +this poor boy becoming a great man. But it came true. The poor white-headed boy +came to be a great man. +</p> + +<p> +Horace Greeley learned all that he could learn in the country schools. When he +was thirteen, one teacher said to his father,— +</p> + +<p> +“Mr. Greeley, Horace knows more than I do. It is not of any use to send +him to school any more.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap48"></a>HORACE GREELEY LEARNING TO PRINT.</h2> + +<p> +Horace Greeley had always wanted to be a printer. He liked books and papers. He +thought it would be a fine thing to learn to make them. +</p> + +<p> +One day he heard that the news-paper at East Poult-ney wanted a boy to learn +the printer’s trade. He walked many long miles to see about it. He went +to see Mr. Bliss. Mr. Bliss was one of the owners of the paper. Horace found +him working in his garden. Mr. Bliss looked up. He saw a big boy coming toward +him. The boy had on a white felt hat with a narrow brim. It looked like a +half-peck measure. His hair was white. His trousers were too short for him. All +his clothes were coarse and poor. He was such a strange-looking boy, that Mr. +Bliss wanted to laugh. +</p> + +<p> +“I heard that you wanted a boy,” Horace said. +</p> + +<p> +“Do you want to learn to print?” Mr. Bliss said. +</p> + +<p> +“Yes,” said Horace. +</p> + +<p> +“But a printer ought to know a good many things,” said Mr. Bliss. +“Have you been to school much?” +</p> + +<p> +“No,” said Horace. “I have not had much chance at school. But +I have read some.” +</p> + +<p> +“What have you read?” asked Mr. Bliss. +</p> + +<p> +“Well, I have read some his-to-ry, and some travels, and a little of +everything.” +</p> + +<p> +Mr. Bliss had ex-am-ined a great many schoolteachers. He liked to puzzle +teachers with hard questions. He thought he would try Horace with these. But +the gawky boy answered them all. This tow-headed boy seemed to know everything. +</p> + +<p> +Mr. Bliss took a piece of paper from his pocket. He wrote on it, “Guess +we’d better try him.” +</p> + +<p> +He gave this paper to Horace, and told him to take it to the printing office. +Horace, with his little white hat and strange ways, went into the printing +office. The boys in the office laughed at him. But the foreman said he would +try him. +</p> + +<p> +That night the boys in the office said to Mr. Bliss, “You are not going +to take that tow head, are you?” +</p> + +<p> +Mr. Bliss said, “There is something in that tow-head. You boys will find +it out soon.” +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration: Greeley setting Type] +</p> + +<p> +A few days after this, Horace came to East Poult-ney to begin his work. He +carried a little bundle of clothes tied up in a hand-ker-chief. +</p> + +<p> +The fore-man showed him how to begin. From that time he did not once look +around. All day he worked at his type. He learned more in a day than some boys +do in a month. +</p> + +<p> +Day after day he worked, and said nothing. The other boys joked him. But he did +not seem to hear them. He only kept on at his work. They threw type at him. But +he did not look up. +</p> + +<p> +The largest boy in the office thought he could find a way to tease him. One day +he said that Horace’s hair was too white. He went and got the ink ball. +He stained Horace’s hair black in four places. This ink stain would not +wash out. But Horace did not once look up. +</p> + +<p> +After that, the boys did not try to tease him any more. They all liked the +good-hearted Horace. And everybody in the town wondered that the boy knew so +much. +</p> + +<p> +Horace’s father had moved away to Penn-syl-va-ni-a. Horace sent him all +the money he could spare. He soon became a good printer. He started a paper of +his own. He became a famous news-paper man. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap49"></a>A WONDERFUL WOMAN.</h2> + +<p> +Little Dor-o-thy Dix was poor. Her father did not know how to make a living. +Her mother did not know how to bring up her children. +</p> + +<p> +The father moved from place to place. Sometimes he printed little tracts to do +good. But he let his own children grow up poor and wretched. +</p> + +<p> +Dor-o-thy wanted to learn. She wanted to become a teacher. She wanted to get +money to send her little brothers to school. +</p> + +<p> +Dor-o-thy was a girl of strong will and temper. When she was twelve years old, +she left her wretched home. She went to her grand-mother. Her grand-mother Dix +lived in a large house in Boston. She sent Dorothy to school. +</p> + +<p> +Dorothy learned fast. But she wanted to make money. She wanted to help her +brothers. When she was fourteen, she taught a school. She tried to make herself +look like a woman. She made her dresses longer. +</p> + +<p> +She soon went back to her grand-mother. She went to school again. Then she +taught school. She soon had a school in her grandmother’s house. It was a +very good school. Many girls were sent to her school. Miss Dix was often ill. +But when she was well enough, she worked away. She was able to send her +brothers to school until they grew up. +</p> + +<p> +Besides helping her brothers, she wanted to help other poor children. She +started a school for poor children in her grandmother’s barn. +</p> + +<p> +After a while she left off teaching. She was not well. She had made all the +money she needed. +</p> + +<p> +But she was not idle. She went one day to teach some poor women in an +alms-house. Then she went to see the place where the crazy people were kept. +These insane people had no fire in the coldest weather. +</p> + +<p> +Miss Dix tried to get the man-a-gers to put up a stove in the room. But they +would not do it. Then she went to the court. She told the judge about it. The +judge said that the insane people ought to have a fire. He made the man-a-gers +put up a stove in the place where they were kept. +</p> + +<p> +Then Miss Dix went to other towns. She wanted to see how the insane people were +treated. Some of them were shut up in dark, damp cells. One young man was +chained up with an iron collar about his neck. +</p> + +<p> +Miss Dix got new laws made about the insane. She per-suad-ed the States to +build large houses for keeping the insane. She spent most of her life at this +work. The Civil War broke out. There were many sick and wounded soldiers to be +taken care of. +</p> + +<p> +All of the nurses in the hos-pi-tals were put under Miss Dix. She worked at +this as long as the war lasted. Then she spent the rest of her life doing all +that she could for insane people. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap50"></a>THE AUTHOR OF “LITTLE WOMEN.”</h2> + +<p> +Lou-i-sa Al-cott was a wild little girl. When she was very little, she would +run away from home. She liked to play with beggar children. +</p> + +<p> +One day she wandered so far away from her home, she could not find the way back +again. It was growing dark. The little girl’s feet were tired. She sat +down on a door-step. A big dog was lying on the step. He wagged his tail. That +was his way of saying, “I am glad to see you.” +</p> + +<p> +Little Lou-i-sa grew sleepy. She laid her head on the curly head of the big +dog. Then she fell asleep. +</p> + +<p> +Lou-i-sa’s father and mother could not find her. They sent out the town +crier to look for her. +</p> + +<p> +The town crier went along the street. As he went, he rang his bell. Every now +and then he would tell that a little girl was lost. At last the man with the +bell came to the place where Louisa was asleep. He rang his bell. That waked +her up. She heard him call out in a loud voice,— +</p> + +<p> +“Lost, lost! a little girl six years old. She wore a pink frock, a white +hat, and new green shoes.” +</p> + +<p> +When the crier had said that, he heard a small voice coming out of the +darkness. It said, “Why, dat’s me.” The crier went to the +voice, and found Louisa sitting by the big dog on the door-step. The next day +she was tied to the sofa to punish her for running away. +</p> + +<p> +She and her sisters learned to sew well. Louisa set up as a doll’s +dress-maker. She was then twelve years old. She hung out a little sign. She put +some pretty dresses in the window to show how well she could do. +</p> + +<p> +Other girls liked the little dresses that she made. They came to her to get +dresses made for their dolls. They liked the little doll’s hats she made +better than all. Louisa chased the chickens to get soft feathers for these +hats. +</p> + +<p> +She turned the old fairy tales into little plays. The children played these +plays in the barn. +</p> + +<p> +One of these plays was Jack and the Bean-stalk. A squash vine was put up in the +barn. This was the bean-stalk. When it was cut down, the boy who played giant +would come tumbling out of the hay-loft. +</p> + +<p> +Louisa found it hard to be good and o-be-di-ent. She wrote some verses about +being good. She was fourteen years old when she wrote them. Here they +are:— +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap51"></a>MY KINGDOM.</h2> + +<p class="poem"> +A little kingdom I possess<br/> + Where thoughts and feelings dwell,<br/> +And very hard I find the task<br/> + Of gov-ern-ing it well.<br/> +<br/> +For passion tempts and troubles me,<br/> + A wayward will misleads,<br/> +And sel-fish-ness its shadow casts<br/> + On all my words and deeds.<br/> +<br/> +I do not ask for any crown<br/> + But that which all may win,<br/> +Nor seek to conquer any world<br/> + Except the one within. +</p> + +<p> +The Al-cott family were very poor. Louisa made up her mind to do something to +make money when she got big. She did not like being so very poor. +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +<p> +One day she was sitting on a cart-wheel thinking. She was thinking how poor her +father was. There was a crow up in the air over her head. The crow was cawing. +There was nobody to tell her thoughts to but the crow. She shook her fist at +the big bird, and said,— +</p> + +<p> +“I will do something by and by. Don’t care what. I’ll teach, +sew, act, write, do anything to help the family. And I’ll be rich and +famous before I die. See if I don’t.” +</p> + +<p> +The crow did not make any answer. But Louisa kept thinking about the work she +was going to do. The other children got work to do that made money. But Louisa +was left at home to do housework. She had to do the washing. She made a little +song about it. Here are some of the verses of this song:— +</p> + +<p> +[Illustration] +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="chap52"></a>A SONG FROM THE SUDS.</h2> + +<p class="poem"> +Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,<br/> + While the white foam rises high,<br/> +And stur-di-ly wash and rinse and wring,<br/> + And fasten the clothes to dry;<br/> +Then out in the free fresh air they swing,<br/> + Under the sunny sky.<br/> +<br/> +I am glad a task to me is given,<br/> + To labor at day by day;<br/> +For it brings me health and strength and hope,<br/> + And I cheer-ful-ly learn to say,<br/> +“Head you may think, Heart you may feel,<br/> + But Hand you shall work alway.” +</p> + +<p> +Louisa grew to be a woman at last. She went to nurse soldiers in the war. She +wrote books. When she wrote the book called “Little Women,” all the +young people were de-light-ed. What she had said to the crow came true at last. +She became famous. 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