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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Brave and True, by George Manville Fenn
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+
+Title: Brave and True
+       Short stories for children by G. M. Fenn and Others
+
+Author: George Manville Fenn
+
+Release Date: May 4, 2007 [EBook #21292]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BRAVE AND TRUE ***
+
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+
+
+Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
+
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+
+
+
+Brave and True,
+Short stories for children by G M Fenn and others.
+________________________________________________________________________
+
+Although Fenn's name appears on the cover, and on the title-page, he
+does not appear to have written more than one of the stories, and the
+story that gave its name to the book was not by him.  There are several
+stories that were not signed by an author's name, so we have a mystery
+there.  They were probably just using Fenn's name to sell the book.
+
+The target audience appears to be seven- or eight-year-olds; certainly
+not the sixteen-year-olds that Fenn generally aimed for.  There are
+twelve items, three of which are rather trivial "poems".  The nine short
+stories all have the theme "Brave and True", and vary in their settings
+from small boarding-schools in the Home Counties, to the Rocky
+Mountains.
+
+We had originally intended to produce this book merely as a pdf (which
+is of course still available), but with an effort of will we managed to
+make an xhtml book of it, though this does not have all the delightful
+little line drawings that appeared throughout the eighty pages of the
+book.
+
+It is possible that the principal merit of this book is the way it
+throws light on the lives of the younger boarding-school boys and girls
+of the nineteenth century, particularly eight to thirteen year-old
+boys.  I can tell you that not a lot had changed by the time I was
+at such a school, less than fifty years later.  Even the Eton collar
+and the bum-freezer jacket was familiar to me!
+NH
+________________________________________________________________________
+
+BRAVE AND TRUE--SHORT STORIES FOR CHILDREN BY G M FENN AND OTHERS
+
+
+
+CHAPTER ONE.
+
+BRAVE AND TRUE, BY E DAWSON.
+
+"But I say, Martin, tell us about it!  My pater wrote to me that you'd
+done no end of heroic things, and saved Bullace senior from being
+killed.  His pater told him, so I know it's all right.  But wasn't it a
+joke you two should be on the same ship?"
+
+Martin looked up at his old schoolfellow.  He had suddenly become a
+person of importance in the well-known old haunts where he had learned
+and played only as one of the schoolboys.
+
+"It wasn't much of a joke sometimes," said he.  "I thought at first that
+I was glad to see a face I knew.  But there were lots of times after
+that when I _didn't_ think it."
+
+"Wasn't old Bullfrog amiable, then?"
+
+"He was never particularly partial to me, you know," answered Martin.
+"The first term I was at school--before you came--I remember I caught
+him out at a cricket match.  He was always so sure of making top score!
+He called me an impudent youngster in those days."
+
+"He never was too good to you, I remember.  I was one of the chaps he
+let alone."
+
+"Well, he went on calling me an impudent youngster," continued Martin,
+"and all that sort of thing--and he tried to set the other fellows
+against me.  Oh, it isn't all jam in the Royal Navy!  You haven't left
+school when you go _there_, and the gunroom isn't always just exactly
+paradise, you know!  And if your seniors try to make it hot for you,
+why--they can!"
+
+"So you and Bullfrog didn't exactly hit it off?"
+
+"Oh, well, he was sub-lieutenant this last voyage, and you can't stand
+up to your senior officer as you can to your schoolfellows, don't you
+see?"
+
+There was a minute's silence, broken by an eager request.  "But tell us
+about the battle.  What did it feel like to be there?  How was it old
+Bullfrog let you go at all?"
+
+"He hadn't the ordering of _that_, thank goodness," said Martin
+fervently.  "And I was jolly glad he hadn't!  We had some excitement
+getting those big guns along, I can tell you!  The roads weren't just
+laid out for that game."
+
+"Well, go on," said another eager voice.  "Then one day we came upon the
+enemy, and there was a stand-up fight, you know.  How did it feel?
+Well, there wasn't much thinking about it.  You just knew that you were
+ready to blaze at them, and they were popping at you from their
+entrenchments; and that you jolly well meant to give them the worst of
+it."
+
+"Well, about Bullfrog?"
+
+"Oh, that was nothing," said Martin, reddening.  "He must have got
+excited or something, for he took a step forward, putting himself in
+full view, and just then I saw what he didn't see--that there were some
+of those Boer beggars just under our kopje, and that one of them had
+raised his rifle to pick off Bullfrog.  So I made a flying leap on to
+his back and knocked him flat, and the bullet that was meant for him
+just crossed the back of my coat and ripped it up.  Didn't even scratch
+me!"
+
+The little knot of listeners around Martin waited with bated breath for
+more.
+
+"But he didn't escape scot-free after all," continued Martin.  "Ten
+minutes after that he got shot in the leg.  The bone was fractured, and
+he couldn't move.  I saw him fall and I pulled him to a little hollow
+under a stone where he'd be safe.  And it was just as well, for the
+cavalry came up over there when the chase began.  We gave them the
+licking they deserved that day.  But you know all about that."
+
+"Wish I'd been you!" said Martin's old schoolfellow very enviously.
+"But what about Bullfrog after that?"
+
+"He was taken in the ambulance-cart and put in hospital.  I saw him
+there and he was getting on all right."
+
+"And what did he say?"
+
+"He said I'd caught him out again and a lot more.  But it was all
+nonsense, you know."
+
+"I expect he was sorry he'd ever made it hot for you," said one of the
+listeners.
+
+"You ought to have a VC or something for it, _I_ consider," said
+another.
+
+"Rot!" answered Martin.  "If a schoolfellow and a shipmate of yours
+wanted a push out of danger, wouldn't you give it him?  And you wouldn't
+think yourself a hero either!"
+
+"Other people might, though," answered Martin's old schoolfellow.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER TWO.
+
+TWO ROUGH STONES, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
+
+It does not take long to make a kite, if you know how, have the right
+things for the purpose, and Cook is in a good temper.  But then, cooks
+are not always amiable, and that's a puzzle; for disagreeable people are
+generally yellow and stringy, while pleasant folk are pink-and-white and
+plump, and Mrs Lester's Cook at "Lombardy" was extremely plump, so much
+so that Ned Lester used to laugh at her and say she was fat, whereupon
+Cook retorted by saying good-humouredly: "All right, Master Ned, so I
+am; but you can't have too much of a good thing."
+
+There was doubt about the matter, though.  Cook had a most fiery temper
+when she was busy, and when that morning Ned went with Tizzy--so called
+because she was christened Lizzie--and found Cook in her private
+premises--the back kitchen--peeling onions, with a piece of bread stuck
+at the end of the knife to keep the onion-juice from making her cry, and
+asked her to make him a small basin of paste, her kitchen majesty
+uttered a loud snort.
+
+"Which I just shan't," she cried; "and if your Mar was at home you
+wouldn't dare to ask.  I never did see such a tiresome, worriting boy as
+you are, Master Ned.  You're always wanting something when I'm busy; and
+what your master's a-thinking about to give you such long holidays at
+midsummer I don't know."
+
+"They aren't long," said Ned, indignant at the idea of holidays being
+too long for a boy of eleven.
+
+"Don't you contradict, sir, or I'll just tell your Mar; and the sooner
+you're out of my kitchen the better for you.  Be off, both of you!"
+
+It was on Tizzy's little red lips to say: "Oh, please do make some
+paste!" but she was not peeling onions, and had no knife with a piece of
+bread-crumb at the end to keep the tears from coming.  So come they did,
+and sobs with them to stop the words.
+
+"Never mind, Tiz," cried Ned, lifting her on to a chair.  "Here, get on
+my back and I'll carry you.  Cook's in a tantrum this morning."
+
+Tizzy placed her arms round her brother's neck and clung tightly while
+he played the restive steed, and raised Cook's ire to red-hot point by
+purposely kicking one of the Windsor chairs, making it scroop on the
+beautifully-white floor of the front kitchen, and making the queen of
+the domain rush out at him, looking red-eyed and ferocious, for the
+onion-juice had affected her.
+
+"Now, just you look here, Master Ned."
+
+But Ned didn't stop to look; for, after the restive kick at the chair,
+he had broken into a canter, dashed down the garden and through the gate
+into the meadow, across which he now galloped straight for the new
+haystack, for only a week before that meadow had been forbidden ground
+and full of long, waving, flowery strands.
+
+The grasshoppers darted right and left from the brown patches where the
+scythes had left their marks; the butterflies fled in their butterfly
+fashion.
+
+So did a party of newly-fledged sparrowkins, and, still playing the
+pony, Ned kept on, drawing his sister's attention to the various
+objects, as he made for the long row of Lombardy poplars which grew so
+tall and straight close to the deep river-side, and gave the name
+"Lombardy" to the charming little home.
+
+But it was all in vain; nothing would pacify the sobbing child, not even
+the long red-and-yellow monkey barge gliding along the river, steered by
+a woman in a print hood, and drawn by a drowsy-looking grey horse at the
+end of a long tow-rope, bearing a whistling boy seated sidewise on his
+back and a dishcover-like pail hanging from his collar.
+
+"Oh, I say, don't cry, Tizzy," protested Ned, at last, as he felt the
+hot tears trickling inside his white collar.
+
+"I can't help it, Teddy," she sobbed.  "I did so want to see the kite
+fly!"
+
+"Never mind, pussy," said her brother; "I'll get the butterfly-net."
+
+"No, no," she sobbed; "please don't."
+
+"The rod and line, then, and you shall fish.  I'll put on the worms."
+
+"No, no, I don't want to," she said, with more tears.  "Put me down,
+please; you do joggle me so.  You'll be going back to school soon, and,
+now the grass is cut, I did so wa-wa-want to see the kite fly!"
+
+"So did I," said the boy ruefully.  "But don't cry, Tiz dear.  Tell me
+what to do.  It makes me so miserable to see you cry."
+
+"Does it, Teddy?" she said, looking up wistfully in her brother's face,
+and then kissing him.  "There, then: I won't cry any more."
+
+She had hardly spoken when the sunshine returned to her pretty little
+face, for, though she did not know it, that sorrowful countenance had
+quite softened Cook's heart, and she stood in the kitchen doorway,
+calling the young people and waving a steaming white basin, which she
+set down on the window-sill with a bang.
+
+"Here's your paste, Master Ned," she shouted; and then, muttering to
+herself something about being such a "soft," she disappeared.
+
+Five minutes later the young folk were in the play-room and Ned was
+covering the framework of his simply-made kite with white paper, Tizzy
+helping and getting her little fingers pasty the while.  Then a loop was
+made on the centre lath; the wet kite was found to balance well; wings
+were made, and a long string with a marble tied in the thumb of a glove
+attached to the end for a tail; the ball of new string taken off the top
+of the drawers, and the happy couple went off in high glee to fly the
+kite.
+
+"It's half-dry already," said Ned.  "Paste soon dries in hot weather."
+
+"Do let me carry the string, Teddy," cried Tiz; and the next minute she
+was stepping along with it proudly, while Ned, with his arm through the
+loop and the kite on his back, looked something like a Knight Crusader
+with a white shield.
+
+The grasshoppers and butterflies scattered; the paper dried rapidly in
+the hot sun, as the kite lay on the grass while the string was fastened,
+Tizzy having the delightful task of rolling the ball along the grass to
+unwind enough for the first flight; and then, after Ned had thrown a
+stray goose-feather to make sure which way the wind blew, this being
+towards the tall poplars, Tizzy was set to hold up the kite as high as
+she could.
+
+"Mind and don't tread on its tail, Tiz," shouted Ned, as he ran off to
+where the ball of spring lay on the grass.
+
+"No; it's stretched right out," she cried.
+
+"Ready?" shouted Ned.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Higher then.  Now, off!"
+
+The string tightened as the boy ran off facing the wind, and, as if glad
+to be released, the kite seemed to pluck itself out of its holder's
+hands and darted aloft, the little girl clapping her hands with glee.
+For it was a good kite, Ned being a clever maker, of two summers'
+experience.  Away it went, higher and higher, till there was no need for
+the holder to run, and consequently he began to walk back towards Tizzy,
+unwinding more and more string till there was but little left, when the
+string was placed in Tizzy's hands, and, breathless and flushed with
+excitement, she held on, watching the soaring framework of paper, with
+its wings fluttering and its tail invisible all but the round knob at
+the end, sailing about in the air.
+
+But alas! how short-lived are some of our pleasures!  That fine twine
+was badly made, or one part was damaged, for, just when poor Tizzy's
+little arm was being jerked by the kite in its efforts to escape and fly
+higher, the string parted about half-way, and the kite learned that,
+like many animated creatures, it could not fly alone, for it went off
+before the wind, falling and falling most pitifully, with Ned going at
+full speed after the flying string which trailed over the grass.  He
+caught up to it at last, but too late, for it was just as the kite
+plunged into the top of one of the highest trees by the river, and there
+it stuck.
+
+Tizzy came crying up, while Ned jerked and tugged at the string till he
+knew that if he pulled harder the kite would be torn; but there it
+stuck, and Tizzy wept.
+
+"Oh," she cried, "and such a beautiful kite as it was!"
+
+"Don't you cry," said Ned, caressing her.  "I'll soon get it again."
+
+"Oh, but you can't, Teddy!"
+
+"Can't I?" he cried, setting his teeth.  "I'll soon show you.  Hold this
+string."
+
+As his sister caught the string the boy dashed to the tree.
+
+"Oh, Teddy, don't; you'll fall--you'll fall!" cried Tizzy.
+
+"That I won't," he said stoutly.  "I've climbed larger trees than this
+at school."
+
+And, taking advantage of the rough places of the bark, the boy swarmed
+up to where the branches made the climbing less laborious, and then he
+went on up and up, higher and higher, till the tree began to quiver and
+bend, and he shouted to his sister, breathlessly watching him, her
+little heart beating fast the while.
+
+She was not the only watcher, for another barge was coming along the
+river, and, as it drew nearer, the boy on the horse stopped his steed
+and the man steering lay back to look up.  And higher and higher went
+Ned, till the tree began to bend with his weight, and he laughingly gave
+it an impetus to make it swing him when he was about six feet from where
+the kite hung upside down by its tangled tail, but happily untorn.
+"Look out, Tiz!" shouted Ned.
+
+"Yes, yes, dear; but do take care."
+
+"All right," he cried.  "I'm going to cut off his tail, and I shall say
+when.  Then you pull the string and it will come down.  Wo-ho!" he
+cried, as he tugged out his knife, for the tree bent and bent like a
+fishing-rod, the spiny centre on which he was being now very thin.
+Then, steadying himself, he climbed the last six feet and hung over
+backwards, holding up his legs and one hand, as he used his knife and
+divided the string tail.  "Pull, Tiz, pull!" he shouted, "Run!"
+
+Tizzy obeyed and the kite followed her.
+
+"Hoo-ray," shouted Ned, taking off his cap to give it a wave, when,
+crick! crack! the tree snapped twenty feet below him, and the next
+moment poor Ned was describing a curve in the air, for the wood and bark
+held the lower part like a huge hinge, while Ned clung tightly for some
+moments before he was flung outwards, to fall with a tremendous splash.
+
+Poor Tizzy heard the sharp snap of the tree and turned, to gaze in
+horror at her brother's fall, uttering a wild shriek as she saw him
+disappear in the sparkling water; and then in her childlike dread she
+closed her eyes tightly, stopped her ears, and ran blindly across the
+meadow, shrieking with all her little might and keeping her eyes fast
+closed, till she found herself caught up and a shower of questions were
+put.
+
+They were in vain at first, for the poor child was utterly dazed, hardly
+recognising the friendly arms which had caught her up, till those arms
+gave her a good shake.
+
+"Master Ned!--why don't you speak, child?--where's your brother?"
+
+"Oh," shrieked Tizzy, "the water--the water!  Tumbled in."
+
+"Oh, my poor darling bairn!" cried Cook, hugging Tizzy to her, as she
+ran towards, the river.  "I knew it--I knew it!  I was always sure my
+own dear boy would be drowned."
+
+There was no ill-temper now, for Cook was sobbing hysterically as she
+ran, with the tears streaming down her cheeks, till she saw something
+taking place on the river which seemed to take all the strength out of
+her legs, for she dropped upon her knees now with her lips moving fast,
+but not a sound was heard.
+
+The next minute she was hurrying again to the river-bank, towards which
+a man was thrusting the stern of the long narrow barge which had been
+passing with the heavy long boathook, which had been used to draw poor
+Ned out of the water as soon as he had risen to the surface.
+
+Cook reached the bank with the child in her arms just at the same moment
+as the man, who leaped off the barge, carrying Ned, whose eyes were
+closed and head drooping over the man's shoulder.
+
+"Oh, my poor darling boy!" wailed Cook.  "He's dead--he's dead!"
+
+"Not he, missus," cried the bargeman.  "I hooked him out too sharp.
+Here, hold up, young master.  Don't you cry, little missy; he's on'y
+swallowed more water than's good for him.  Now then, perk up, my lad."
+
+Poor Ned's eyes opened at this, and he stared wildly at the man, then,
+as if utterly bewildered, at Cook, and lastly at Tizzy, who clung
+sobbing to him, where he had been laid on the grass, streaming with
+water.
+
+"Tiz!" he cried faintly.
+
+"Teddy!  Teddy!" she wailed.  "Oh, don't die!  What would poor Mamma
+do?"
+
+"Die?" he said confusedly.  "Why--what?  Here," he cried, as
+recollection came back with a rush, "oh, Tizzy, don't say you've lost
+the kite!"
+
+"Lost the kite!" cried Cook, furiously now.  "Oh, you wicked, wicked
+boy!  What will your Mar say?"
+
+"As she was precious glad I was a-comin' by," said the man, grinning.
+"There: don't scold the youngster, missus.  It was all an accident,
+wasn't it, squire?  But, I say, next time you climb a tree don't you
+trust them poplars, for they're as brittle as sere-wood.  There: you're
+all right now, aren't you?"
+
+"Yes," said Ned.  "Did you pull me out?"
+
+"To be sure I did."
+
+"Then there's a threepenny-piece for you," said Ned.  "I haven't got any
+more."
+
+"Then you put it back in your pocket, my lad, to buy something for your
+little sis.  I don't want to be paid for that."
+
+"You wait till his poor Mar comes home," cried Cook excitedly, "and I'm
+sure she'll give you a bit of gold."
+
+"Nay," growled the man.  "I've got bairns of my own.  I don't want to be
+paid.  Yes, I do," he said quickly; "will you give me a kiss, little
+one, for pulling brother out?"
+
+Tizzy's face lit up with smiles, as she held up her hands to be caught
+up, and the next moment her little white face was pressed against a
+brown one, her arms closing round the bargeman's neck, as she kissed him
+again and again.
+
+"Thank you, thank you, sir," she babbled.  "It was so good of you, and I
+love you very, very much."
+
+"Hah!" sighed the man, as he set her down softly.  "Now take brother's
+hand and run home with him to get some dry clothes.  Morning, missus.
+He won't hurt."
+
+He turned away sharply and went back to his barge, from which he looked
+at the little party running across the meadow, Cook sobbing and laughing
+as she held the children's hands tightly in her own.
+
+"And such a great, big, ugly man, ma'am," Cook said to her mistress,
+when she was telling all what had passed.
+
+The tears of thankfulness were standing in Mrs Lester's eyes, and
+several of them dropped like pearls, oddly enough, just as she was
+thinking that the outsides of diamonds are sometimes very rough.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER THREE.
+
+A GRATEFUL INDIAN, BY HELEN MARION BURNSIDE.
+
+Jem could not walk any farther; his ankle was badly hurt, there was no
+doubt of that, and, brave little lad though he was, his heart sank
+within him, for he knew all the consequences which might ensue from such
+a disaster.  It was not the pain that daunted him--Jem would have
+scorned the imputation; neither did he fear to spend a night in the
+forest--he could sleep under a tree as soundly as in his own bed under
+the rafters of his Father's cabin.  It was warm dry weather, and he had
+a hunch of bread in his pocket; there was nothing therefore to be afraid
+of except Indians, and his Father said there were none in the
+neighbourhood at present.
+
+Jem's mind would have been quite easy on his own account, but he was on
+his way through the forest to a village on the farther boundary to
+obtain some medicine for his sick Mother, which the doctor had desired
+she might have without fail that very night.  Our hero, though but
+eleven years old, had just finished a long day's work, and it was
+already dusk, but he loved his Mother dearly, and gladly volunteered for
+the ten-mile walk to fetch the medicine; he did not even wait to eat his
+supper, but, putting it in his pocket to munch on the way, trotted off
+on his errand.
+
+Jem's Father was a small farmer, who had built his own log cabin and
+cleared his own fields, with no other assistance than that of his little
+son; this was, however, by no means small, for frontier boys are, of
+necessity, brought up to be helpful, hardy, and self-denying.  Jem
+therefore felt his life of incessant labour and deprivation no hardship:
+he was as happy and merry as the day was long.  But the misfortune that
+had now fallen upon the brave little man was so severe and unexpected,
+he did not know how to bear it.  The thought of the dear, suffering
+Mother waiting patiently for the medicine which would relieve her, and
+of the anxious, careworn Father, who would look so vainly along the
+forest track for his return, was too much for his affectionate little
+heart; so, leaning his arms against a tree, he dropped his head upon
+them and sobbed bitterly.  Then, struggling up, he made another attempt
+to walk, for he knew he had accomplished more than half the journey, but
+the injured foot would not support him, and the attempt to stand caused
+him the sharpest agony.
+
+"It is of no use--I _cannot_ stand," groaned Jem half-aloud, as,
+resolving to make the best of circumstances, he sat down, settled his
+back against a tree, and munched up his hunch of bread.  Then he said
+his prayers, with the addition of a special one that God would make his
+dear Mother better without the medicine, and prepared to wait with what
+patience he might till morning, when he knew that some fur traders or
+hunters would surely be passing along the track, who would give him the
+assistance he needed.  One thing Jem was determined about: he would not
+go to sleep.  He set himself to count the stars which peeped through the
+leaves above his head, and listened to the occasional stir of birds and
+squirrels in their nests.
+
+He knew and loved them all, and they on their parts knew that Jem never
+stole birds' eggs or merry baby squirrels, as the other boys did.
+
+"It is only Jem," they would say when they saw him coming, and they
+never thought of hiding from him.
+
+But somehow Jem did not get very far in his counting of the stars--they
+danced about too much, his head _would_ drop down, and his eyes would
+_not_ keep open.  It is not easy for a tired little boy of eleven years
+old to keep awake at night, and so in a very few minutes Jem was fast
+asleep.
+
+It seemed to him that he had scarcely closed his eyes when a slight
+noise caused him to open them, and then he was wide awake in a moment,
+for, with a thrill of horror, he became aware of two Indians standing
+close beside him in the strange pale-green light of early dawn.  As they
+silently gazed down upon him his heart seemed to stand still, and his
+next impulse was to cry out, but he had learned to keep his wits about
+him, and remember that even an Indian has a certain respect for a manly
+spirit.  So he sat up and boldly returned the gaze of the fierce black
+eyes--but at the same time he had heard too many tales of the cruelties
+practised by Indians on their captives not to realise the danger he was
+in.
+
+The younger of the red men was already fingering his hatchet, whilst he
+muttered some hostile words which boded no good to our hero, but the
+elder, who appeared to be a man of some importance, silenced his
+companion with a gesture, and then, crossing his arms, said, in musical,
+broken English: "My young brother is abroad early."
+
+"I was going across the forest to get medicine for my Mother," replied
+Jem.
+
+"But the medicine-man of the palefaces does not live in the forest,"
+returned the Indian.  "Where does the Mother of my brother live?"
+
+"In the clearing of the entrance to the west track.  It was nearly dark
+when I started and I fell and hurt my leg, so that I can go no farther."
+
+"Hu," exclaimed the Indian, kneeling down, and taking Jem's injured foot
+gently in his hand.  "Then my brother is the son of the good paleface
+woman who tended Woodpecker when he was sick, and made him well again?"
+
+"Are you Woodpecker?" exclaimed Jem gladly.  "My Mother has told me
+about you."
+
+The Indian nodded, and, tearing a strip from his blanket, he dipped it
+in a spring of water which was near at hand, and bound it firmly round
+the boy's swollen ankle.  "The Mother of my young brother is very sick?"
+he inquired.
+
+"Yes," replied Jem, "and she is waiting for the medicine, and I cannot
+fetch it."  He winked bravely to keep back the tears which filled his
+eyes at the thought.
+
+"Woodpecker will fetch the medicine.  Woodpecker owes a big debt to his
+paleface sister, and Indians have grateful hearts," said the red man
+gravely.
+
+Jem eagerly held out to him a piece of paper, but Woodpecker shook his
+head.
+
+"My brother shall speak himself to the medicine-man," he said, and,
+raising the boy on his broad shoulders, he strode away quickly towards
+the village.  It was scarcely daylight and no one was yet stirring, or
+the sight of an Indian carrying a white boy would have excited some
+curiosity.
+
+The doctor's sleepy assistant, who hastily answered Woodpecker's loud
+rap on the door, rubbed his eyes and stared, but he had a wholesome awe
+of such a visitor, and, making up the medicine, delivered it to Jem with
+unusual speed.
+
+The second Indian had disappeared on the way to the doctor's, and the
+two strangely-matched companions immediately set out on their return
+journey through the forest, which was rapidly traversed by Woodpecker,
+and by four o'clock in the morning he set Jem down on the threshold of
+his Father's door.
+
+"Will you not stay and see how Mother is?  Father would like to thank
+you," said Jem.
+
+"Not now," replied Woodpecker, taking with a grave and courteous smile
+the small hand extended to him, "but say to my good white sister that
+her Indian brother does not forget kindness and that Woodpecker will
+return."
+
+And as the farmer, roused by the sound of voices, opened the door, the
+tall figure of the red man disappeared into the forest.  Jem was made
+happy by finding his Mother better when, after having explained matters
+to his Father, he was carried in and placed on the bed beside her.  And
+after they were both recovered he had many a grand day's hunting with
+the friendly and grateful Indian, who had taken a great liking for the
+brave little lad, whom he ever afterwards caused his tribe to respect as
+his English brother Jem.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER FOUR.
+
+IN THE COUNTRY, BY F GRAY SEVERNE.
+
+  Ducklings big and ducklings small,
+  This is how we feed them all--
+  Yellowbill and Featherbreast,
+  Speckletail, and all the rest:--
+
+  On sweet meal they dine and sup--
+  Oh, how fast they eat it up!
+  'Tis indeed a pretty sight--
+  Soon the bucket's empty quite.
+
+  "Quack!" when dinner is begun;
+  "Quack!" they say when it is done;
+  Though it wasn't known before,
+  "Quack's" a duckling's word for "more."
+
+  Then the pretty feathered things
+  Tuck their heads beneath their wings,
+  Just as if for rest inclined,
+  Quacking: "How well we have dined!"
+
+  Later on, at evening cool,
+  You will find them in the pool;
+  Yellowbill and Featherbreast,
+  Speckletail, and all the rest!
+
+
+
+CHAPTER FIVE.
+
+MY ENCOUNTER WITH A GRIZZLY, BY ARTHUR J DANIELS.
+
+The winter had set in early, and with unusual severity, when I reached
+Logville, the appropriate name given to the little mining camp which hid
+itself away in the vast wilderness of the Rocky Mountains.  A roving
+disposition, combined with a love of sport, and a desire to put on
+canvas some record of the wonderful scenery of the locality, had guided
+my steps to this out-of-the-world spot.
+
+One morning when the winter was beginning to break, and the snow to show
+signs of disappearing--sure evidence that the severe weather was passing
+away--I slung my cloak and a bag of provisions across my shoulders,
+seized my rifle, and set forth on a solitary stroll.  I had gone some
+considerable distance from the camp when a sudden darkening of the sky
+told me only too plainly of an approaching storm.  Fearful of being
+caught in the downpour, I began to retrace my steps.
+
+Scarcely had I commenced my homeward journey when a sudden cry caused me
+to come to an abrupt standstill.  A few moments of intense stillness
+followed.  I listened attentively, surveying the surrounding landscape
+on all sides with the close scrutiny of an experienced hunter, who had
+enjoyed many a lesson from the Indians.  The piled-up rocks, scanty
+herbage, leafless and motionless trees gave no sign of life.  No sound
+broke the intense solitude.  Then, with startling suddenness, another
+cry, louder and more agonising than the former, echoed across the waste,
+and this was followed by a deep significant growl.
+
+I knew at once that the voice was that of a human being, and I knew
+equally well that the growl proceeded from a bear.  I had heard that a
+big "grizzly" had been seen in the neighbourhood, and that a party had
+been organised to track him to his lair, but had failed to come to close
+quarters with the wily old fellow.
+
+As these thoughts shaped themselves in my mind there came a shrill and
+piercing shriek which set every nerve in my body tingling.  It was the
+scream of a woman in mortal terror.
+
+I shouldered, my rifle and turned in the direction from which the sounds
+proceeded.
+
+Descending a steep cliff, I found myself in a narrow canon through which
+a mountain stream, swollen by the melting snow, rushed with considerable
+rapidity.  The first object that caught my eye was a woman carrying a
+child and struggling through the foaming torrent.  Then I observed, some
+little distance to the rear, but following with incredible rapidity, an
+enormous black bear.  He measured at least nine feet from his nose to
+the tip of his tail, and was broad in proportion.  Though of enormous
+size, he progressed at a speed which was surprising.  Something had
+evidently irritated the brute considerably, for his whole appearance was
+characteristic of unrestrained ferocity.
+
+I dragged the panting fugitive from the water and, without asking any
+questions, advanced to the bank of the stream and prepared to take aim.
+Whether my gentleman had at some period of his life been so closely
+associated with the barrel of a sporting-rifle that he understood the
+significance of my movement, I know not; but certain it is that as soon
+as I raised the weapon, the bear first of all reared himself on his hind
+quarters, displaying his long narrow muzzle adorned with an assortment
+of ugly fangs, and then uttering a loud noise, curiously resembling the
+heavy breathing of a human being, he fell down on all-fours and
+retreated behind a convenient boulder, over the top of which his little
+eyes gleamed fiercely every now and again.
+
+The woman, who proved to be the wife of the innkeeper at whose "hotel" I
+was sojourning, was shivering with the cold, and her wet garments were
+rapidly congealing in the keen frosty air.  Her little girl was crying
+pitifully with the cold and fright.
+
+It was a question whether I should remain and finish off Bruin or hurry
+my companions homeward at a fast trot.  I decided to adopt the latter
+course.
+
+"The bear can wait," I said, as I turned away; "I'll settle him another
+day."
+
+We turned our steps in the direction of the camp, and for some distance
+walked in silence.  Then of a sudden a plaintive moan from the child
+reminded me that the wee mite and her mother, soaked with wet, were, in
+the cutting air, rapidly assuming the condition of living icicles.
+Fortunately I had a flask with me, and, telling the exhausted and
+shivering woman to sit down, I rested my rifle against a stump of a tree
+and proceeded to prepare a dose of brandy, at the same time cheering her
+with words of encouragement.
+
+"We are not far from home now," I said, "and--"
+
+I did not finish the sentence, for a movement behind caused me to turn
+round.  To my utter astonishment and horror I found myself face to face
+with my old friend, or rather enemy.  He had evidently followed with
+stealthy steps, the snow acting as a carpet to deaden his heavy
+footsteps.
+
+My first idea was to give the intruder a dose of cold lead, but that I
+soon discovered was out of the question, for the bear had calmly
+appropriated my rifle, which lay beneath his paws.
+
+It seemed to me indeed that his ugly face bore a look of triumph as he
+crouched over the weapon, and, judging from the blinking of his eyes, he
+seemed humanly conscious that, having become possessed of my trusty and
+deadly friend, he had me completely in his power.  To obtain possession
+of the weapon was out of the question; it would have been fatal to
+attempt it.
+
+Motioning the woman to seize the child and hurry forward without me, I
+prepared to rout the enemy by some means other than powder and shot.
+What means I intended to adopt I frankly admit I had not the remotest
+idea.  The incident, so unexpected, so strange, took me completely by
+surprise, and it was some moments before I recovered my senses and
+presence of mind.  Then I remembered that grizzlies, despite their huge
+bulk and ferocious tempers, are curiously alarmed by noise.
+
+I had even heard that they had been driven off, with their tails between
+their legs, by the mere beating of a tin can.  With this idea in my mind
+I hastily produced the metal cup of my flask, and striking it furiously
+with the hilt of my hunting-knife, I continued to produce a din which
+ought to have taken effect upon my four-footed adversary.  I am sorry to
+say it did not, however.  Uttering the curious sound peculiar to
+grizzlies, the brute made as though it would approach still closer.
+
+The bear was somewhat lean after his long winter's sleep in some hole
+scooped out of the earth, whither he had retired with a substantial
+coating of fat upon him, as a protection against the chills of winter.
+
+The nap had gradually reduced the thickness of this protection and now
+the hungry animal, weary of search for berries and roots, contemplated
+me with a look which seemed to express that a morsel of something more
+substantial would not be out of place.
+
+I commenced to retire cautiously, but I had not taken many steps when
+there came a flash, followed by a sudden report, and I staggered and
+fell on my knees--shot in the leg.
+
+The bear had accidentally pulled the trigger of my gun, and the bullet
+intended for him had found instead a billet in poor me.  I tried to
+staunch the wound with my handkerchief, but the blood flowed freely, and
+I soon began to feel exhausted.
+
+I felt my knees quivering and giving way beneath me, and a deadly
+faintness crept over me.  A mist came over my eyes, and I seemed to sink
+into a deep sleep, the landscape slowly vanishing, and even the big bear
+standing up before me disappearing in the darkness which enveloped
+everything.
+
+The rescuing party sent in search discovered me, still breathing, the
+thick snow into which I had fallen having congealed over my wound and
+stopped the flow of blood.
+
+The bear had fled without touching me, the report of the rifle having
+apparently proved too much for his nerves.  He did not live long,
+however, for the following day he was tracked to his underground home,
+and there despatched.  His skin is among my most cherished trophies, and
+I never look at it without remembering my first and last encounter with
+a grizzly.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SIX.
+
+UP THE MOUNTAIN, BY FRANCES E CROMPTON.
+
+Little Kirl kept the goats on the mountain.  Little Kirl was very
+little, his legs were very short, his body was very round and chubby,
+and he could certainly not have overtaken an active and badly-disposed
+goat, whatever had been the consequences.  So it was a fortunate thing
+that they did not require much herding.  He had only to drive them to
+the pastures on the mountain in the morning, and home again in the
+evening, and the young ones followed the old ones, round whose necks the
+tinkling bells were hung.
+
+Little Kirl had only begun to keep the goats this summer, and he thought
+when one has become a real live goat-herd one is in a fair way to become
+a man.  How all the other little boys in the village must envy him--poor
+things, not yet promoted to manhood!  And he had a crooked stick also,
+and a little pipe on which he could really play several notes; and this
+was the way he went up the mountain.
+
+First there were the goats to be driven out of the gate, and what a
+thing it was to walk after them, playing those three notes with
+variations, and trying not to look too proud of himself!  It was not a
+very large village, to be sure, the little cluster of brown chalets and
+the tiny pink-washed church beside the pine-wood; but to Kirl it was a
+whole world looking on and admiring.  He blew his three notes louder
+with a more and more cheerful trill all down the street.  At the
+cross-roads below the church the greatest caution had to be exercised to
+keep the frisky kids from going the wrong way, but it was worth the
+trouble.  Only think how well it looked to drive them close together,
+and to fence them off, first on one side and then on the other, with the
+crooked stick, and then, with an air as if he thought nothing of it,
+turn them all successfully into the narrow path, and strike up the three
+notes more gaily than ever!  It was the pride of Kirl's heart to count
+the goats up in a business-like manner, and call them by name, and shout
+"thou" to them, as if he were quite hard-hearted, instead of loving them
+with all his might.
+
+There was one goat in particular that was the pride of Kirl's heart; she
+was not more than a kid, and snowy white, with a beautiful little head
+and a bright eye, a credit to any man's herd.  How little Kirl loved
+her!  He called her Liesl, as if she had been his sister.  The path led
+upwards first through the pine-woods, with moss a foot deep on either
+side, where the wood was damp with the dividing arms of the stream, and
+the moss on the trees hung in solemn grey clusters, like banners
+swinging from the branches.  And then the path grew steeper and runnels
+of water dripped down the rocks, all covered with ferns and saxifrage.
+Down below on one side lay the rushing stream and the valley where the
+village was, and up above on the other side rose the great mountains,
+dark with pine-woods about their feet and glittering with snow upon
+their heads.
+
+Little Kirl loved the mountains.  He had been born under their shadow,
+and perhaps it was this that made him wander up them as far as he dared
+go, for they seemed to draw him to them.  Some day--it was such a
+tremendous thought that little Kirl kept it quite to himself, deep down
+in his mind--but some day, when he had got beyond even herding the
+goats, he meant to become a guide.
+
+The way up the mountain hitherto for little Kirl ended in the grassy
+pasture where the goats stayed.  Here was a pleasant slope thick with
+globe-flowers and narcissus at the lower end, and fragrant with wild
+thyme at the upper ridge, where the precipice began.
+
+And now this is the story of little Kirl and the goats.  For it was at
+this place one hot day in July, when little Kirl sat clasping his knees
+and looking up at the mountain-tops, that he was suddenly wakened from
+his dream by seeing Liesl perched on the extreme edge of the precipice.
+It was a spot to which the goats were not allowed to go, for,
+sure-footed though they were, it was crumbling and unsafe.  And there
+stood Liesl, the flower of the flock, her pretty snowy figure against
+the dark-blue sky.  Even as little Kirl leaped up and called her, she
+threw up her graceful head as if in pride.
+
+And then there came the most dreadful thing that had ever happened in
+little Kirl's life.  Exactly how it was he could not afterwards
+remember, but all in a moment Liesl, who could perch herself, as it
+seemed, on nothing at all, pretty, sure-footed Liesl was over the edge!
+Little Kirl threw himself down on his face in an agony, and peered over
+the edge, calling and screaming wildly in his despair, for there was no
+hope of saving poor Liesl.  But yes, there was!  Down there she had got
+her fore-foot on a ledge below the brink, and was fighting and
+scrambling to regain her foothold.  The loose stones were slipping away
+under the pretty tufts of "student roses" that grew amongst the shale,
+and poor Liesl was slipping away too, down and down.
+
+She was staring up at him with imploring eyes, with a look that seemed
+to call aloud for help.  But little Kirl had got her.  It was not for
+nothing that little Kirl's eyes were so steady when they looked in your
+face and his face was so square about the chin, however much he smiled.
+Those stout little arms were clinging to neck and leg as if the owner of
+them would be dragged over the ledge himself before he would leave poor
+Liesl to her fate.  Let her go?  No!  _That_ was not the way little Kirl
+kept his charge; _that_ was not the way of men on the mountains.
+
+But Liesl was not light, and Kirl was only little, and his breath came
+and went, and his eyes saw nothing, and the world was whirling round,
+and a great sob burst from him.  And then a big, big voice said: "Thou
+little thing!  Thou little, good thing!"  And two big, big arms came
+downwards and caught little Kirl and Liesl up together into--oh, such
+blissful safety!  And little Kirl stood clinging to somebody; and what
+happened next he did not know.  Careless, ungrateful Liesl only shook
+herself and frisked off, with a little squeal of relief, to join the
+older and wiser goats.
+
+But little Kirl, when he next knew what he was doing, found that he was
+crying and sobbing uncontrollably, and big Kirl, the tallest, handsomest
+man in the village, was patting his shoulders, and soothing and
+consoling and praising him.  And yet more--big Kirl, one of the best
+guides in the canton, whose fame had gone far abroad, by whom it was an
+honour to be noticed at all, said, and little Kirl heard it with his own
+ears: "Na, if I had not seen it, I would not have believed it!  But yes,
+I saw it, and I saw also in days to come the little man will make such a
+guide of mountains as Switzerland may be proud of!"
+
+
+
+CHAPTER SEVEN.
+
+A NEW SET.
+
+  An old Crocodile
+  Once lived near the Nile,
+  Whose teeth began useless to get, oh!
+  But he cried with delight:
+  "I shall dine well to-night
+  Now of teeth I have got a new set, oh!"
+
+
+
+CHAPTER EIGHT.
+
+GRANDFATHER'S HERO, BY ANON.
+
+"Harry Moore's a milksop," said Bob decidedly.
+
+"Why?" asked his sister.  "I thought you liked him."
+
+"So I did," answered Bob, "but I hadn't found out what a stupid he was."
+
+"And how did you find it out?" asked Maud.
+
+"Well, I'll tell you," said Bob.  "Last Saturday, you know, we had a
+paper-chase, and the track was over the bog meadows down by the river.
+Harry Moore and I were last, and all of a sudden he stopped and said: `I
+can't go over these fields.'  I asked him why not, and he said they were
+_too wet_."  Bob uttered the last words very contemptuously.
+
+"Well?" questioned Maud.
+
+"Well, I told him he was a little milksop and had better go home, and he
+went, and I haven't spoken to him since, although I met him and his
+little sister and brother with their go-cart this morning.  I don't care
+about being friends with milksops," Bob added frankly.
+
+"Of course not," Maud agreed.
+
+"Oh, bother this rain," said Bob impatiently.  "It's going to be wet
+this afternoon.  What shall we do?"
+
+"Come here, children," said their Grandfather, from his chair by the
+fireside.  "I will tell you a little story to while away the time."
+
+The old man had been sitting with his eyes closed, and the children
+thought he was asleep.  But he had heard Bob's anecdote.
+
+Grandfather's stories were always interesting, and the children were
+glad to forget the weather in listening to one of them.
+
+"I was thinking just now," said their Grandfather presently, "of a great
+and good man, who is now one of the greatest officers in the army.  I
+want to tell you a little incident that happened when we were schoolboys
+together.  We were three years together, then he left, and I have never
+seen him again, for his life has been spent in foreign lands.  He was
+some years older than I, and I daresay he soon forgot the little fellow
+who used secretly to look up to him and worship him.  But now I must
+tell you why he became my hero.  One day a party of boys had arranged to
+walk to a place four miles distant, where there was to be a meet of the
+hounds.  I wanted very much to go; I joined the party as they set out on
+their expedition.  There were six boys, all older than myself, one of
+them being the handsome, clever fellow whom even then I thought superior
+to all the rest.  Well, it was a good long walk, over fields and hedges
+and ditches.  I had some trouble to keep up with the others, for you
+must remember I was a very small boy then, and once, in jumping a ditch,
+I gave my ankle a little twist which made it still more difficult to go
+along fast.  However, no one noticed me, and I was determined not to be
+beaten.
+
+"At last we came to a large field, where some cattle were grazing which
+we had to cross.
+
+"`There's a mad bull in this field,' said one of the boys; `he chased
+Farmer Jones the other day.'
+
+"`We can run for it,' said another coolly, `if he comes after us.'
+
+"Now, I knew I could not run with my sore ankle, and the idea of the
+bull terrified me.  `Can't we go another way?'  I asked.
+
+"Fear must have been written on my face, for some of the boys burst out
+laughing.
+
+"`Little Morrin's afraid,' said one mockingly.  `Sit down under the
+hedge, dear: then the bull won't see you.'
+
+"`Go on,' said another; `never mind the little milksop.'
+
+"But my hero, the biggest and strongest of all, looked at me kindly and
+said: `Is anything the matter, little Morrin?'
+
+"And, reassured by his kind tones, I told him I had hurt my foot a
+little, and did not think I could run.
+
+"`Get up on my back then,' said he, and, before I could say a word, he
+stooped down and lifted me up with his strong arms, then strode on as
+before.
+
+"The others began to taunt and mock me.
+
+"`Let him alone, you fellows,' said my champion.  `He's a plucky little
+chap to come at all with such pleasant companions as we've been.'
+
+"We got through the field without attracting the attention of the bull.
+The place of the meet was just beyond, and we were in good time to see
+the gay scene.  We went back by a different road, and my hero made them
+all march slowly so that I might be able to keep pace with them.
+
+"It was a little thing, was it not, Bob?  I say: a little thing.
+Perhaps you will hardly believe that one little act of kindness altered
+my whole life.  It taught me lessons which I might never have learned
+otherwise.  It showed me how we can help one another by the simplest
+kindness and sympathy.  All through my life his influence has helped and
+encouraged me--though, as I tell you, I never saw him again."
+
+"Is that all, Grandpa?" asked Maud.
+
+But Bob did not speak.  He was thinking of what he had said about Harry
+Moore.
+
+"I think," he said to Maud that evening, "I'll just ask Moore why he was
+afraid of the wet fields.  Perhaps he's delicate, or perhaps he'd
+promised not to go."
+
+"Grandfather's hero wouldn't have called him a milksop," said Maud
+thoughtfully.
+
+"No," answered Bob, "and I wish I hadn't; but then, you know, I hadn't
+heard about Grandfather's hero."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER NINE.
+
+BERNARD'S EXPERIMENT, BY ANON.
+
+When the Headmaster sent for Gray Minor, on receipt of a telegram from
+his home, the boys were in great consternation, because they all
+regarded him as a "ripping good fellow."
+
+"I wonder what's up," said one, and this speech expressed the feeling of
+every boy.  Then Gray Minor appeared, white, but determined, and told
+them that, his widowed Mother being suddenly ruined, he would have to
+leave the school at once.
+
+"I say, Gray, you're such a chap for experiment, perhaps you'll see your
+way out of this fix; but, all the same, it's jolly hard lines on you,"
+said his greatest chum, wringing Gray's hand.  The boys expressed their
+grief in different ways, but each was equally sincere, and Gray Minor
+departed, universally regretted.
+
+Mrs Gray sat by the fire of the little cottage parlour, a black-edged
+letter lying idly between her fingers.  Very pale, she had the
+appearance of one who had passed many sleepless nights.  Outside, the
+November sky was overcast, the rain was coming down in torrents, and
+sad-looking people picked their way down the muddy lane under streaming
+umbrellas to the railway-station.
+
+Suddenly, a quick, firm footstep sounded on the little garden path, and
+a boy's round face smiled in at the diamond-paned window like a ray of
+bright sunshine.  Mrs Gray almost ran to the door.  "Bernard, you must
+be drenched!" she cried.
+
+"No, Mother, not a bit of it," he laughed, taking off his streaming
+mackintosh.
+
+"It is such a dreadful day," she said, but her face had brightened
+astonishingly at the sight of her brave boy.
+
+"Yes, but it has put a scheme--a grand scheme in my head!  Wait until I
+get my wet togs off and I'll tell you."
+
+"An _experiment_?--already! oh, Bernard!"  Mrs Gray laughed with actual
+joy: her faith in her only son was so unquestioning.
+
+As Bernard came downstairs, the faithful old servant was carrying in a
+substantial tea for her young master.  "Hullo, Dolly," he cried; "I
+haven't stayed up the remainder of the term, you see."
+
+"Ah, Mr Bernard, it's well you take it so lightly--but it's black ruin
+this time and no mistake.  My poor mistress has been fretting night and
+day over it.  Whatever is she to do?"
+
+"Trust herself to me," said Bernard valiantly.
+
+Dolly laughed.  "Why, you ain't sixteen, Mr Bernard, and not done with
+your schooling.  But, as parson said, so strange-like, on Sunday, for
+his text--`the only son of his mother and she was a widow'--you're all
+she has left."
+
+When Mrs Gray and her son were alone she told Bernard the whole history
+of their misfortunes.  An unfortunate speculation on the part of their
+trustee had left them almost penniless.  "There is nothing left to us,"
+she said, "but this little cottage and seventeen pounds in the cash-box.
+But, Bernard," she added, "I grieve over nothing but your school.  You
+had such a brilliant future, and so many friends."
+
+"Oh, but there were to be so many new fellows next term--nearly all my
+chums were to leave, so don't grieve over that," answered Bernard,
+ignoring her words about his future.  Then he explained his
+"experiment."
+
+"I have decided," he said, "to sweep a crossing."
+
+"Sweep a crossing!  Ah, that is what so many people say, but they would
+never do it when it came to the point."
+
+"It's what I mean to do," said Bernard quietly.  "It's an inspiration,
+Mother, I assure you.  You say this cottage is freehold, is it not, and
+worth--how much?"
+
+"I have been offered one hundred pounds for it, but it is too near the
+railway, and too much out of repair to be valuable."
+
+"We shall do better than that.  Do you know how many people go down this
+road daily to the station since all those new villas were built?"
+
+Mrs Gray shook her head.
+
+"Five hundred, and the place is growing like--well, like old boots.
+Now, Mother, this is my scheme.  You know how bad the approach to the
+station is.  You know, also, that the new asphalt path from the new
+blocks of houses comes to our very garden gate.  Well, people can come
+so far without muddying their boots.  Now, our garden abuts almost on
+the railway-platform, so I propose sweeping a path straight across from
+the road, putting up a gate at each end, and saving people five hundred
+yards of quagmire, and a good five minutes in time, and a lot of
+swear-words, and my charge for all these improvements will be one
+penny!"
+
+The next morning, at half-past seven, the new path of forty yards was
+swept from end to end, some of the palings were pulled down near the
+railway-bank, and another small path swept up to the platform.
+
+An old door was placed lengthwise over the front gate and painted white,
+and on it, in somewhat clumsy printing, was the announcement:--"Quickest
+way to Endwell Railway-Station.  Dry all the way.  Admission, one
+penny."
+
+About eight o'clock the business men came hurrying along under their
+umbrellas, for it was still drizzling.  They looked at Bernard in a
+curious way and then at the signboard, but they scarcely grasped the
+situation, and plunged heroically into the five hundred yards of mud.
+
+At nine o'clock a wealthy stockbroker came panting along, late for his
+train; so Bernard shouted to him: "Come my way, Mr Blunt; it will save
+you five hundred yards and all that horrid mud!"
+
+"Hullo, Gray; back from school?" he gasped.  "What's the idea, eh?"
+
+So Bernard told him his scheme in as few words as possible.
+
+"Then I'll be your first patron, my boy," and Mr Blunt held out a
+shilling.  "There's your first capital."
+
+"Only a penny," laughed Bernard, pushing back the kind hand, and
+pointing to his signboard.
+
+"Oh, we are proud," said Mr Blunt.  "Well, I wish you luck!  Through
+you I shall catch my train, and it means a little matter to me to the
+tune of three hundred pounds."
+
+A week after this, scores of people went through Bernard's garden
+morning and evening, and the whole place rang with his plucky
+experiment.  "Four pounds, five and sixpence for the first week, Mother;
+but we will do better yet," said Bernard.
+
+Many people came through the gates from sheer curiosity, and nearly
+everyone preferred paying him the penny toll, instead of walking the
+five hundred yards of uneven road, even on dry days!  In the following
+spring, Endwell suddenly grew into such an important place that the
+railway company was compelled to enlarge the station, and a director
+being informed of Bernard's experiment, and the distinct value of a
+shorter approach, came to see Mrs Gray about her little property, but
+she would not be "talked over" by the smart director.  Then an
+enterprising builder came, and made a very tempting offer.  Still she
+resisted.  At last, however, the railway people offered a price which it
+would have been folly to refuse, so Bernard was forced to give up his
+"scheme."
+
+Mrs Gray now lives in a pretty flat in South Kensington with her
+faithful old Dolly, surrounded by many of her former luxuries, but she
+is happiest in the possession of such a brave and noble son.  Bernard's
+future is assured, for he showed all the qualities that command success
+in his last _experiment_.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER TEN.
+
+TOBY THE CLOWN, BY ANON.
+
+  Toby's the most famous clown,
+  In the country or the town;
+  Never was a laugh so ringing,
+  When the children hear him singing!
+
+  See, he stands upon two legs,
+  With his hat for coppers begs;
+  Do you think that you, if you
+  Were a dog, as much could do?
+
+  Little maid and little man,
+  Throw him all the pence you can!
+  When perhaps he'll show you how
+  He says "Thank you," Bow! wow! wow!
+
+
+
+CHAPTER ELEVEN.
+
+A CHRISTMAS PARTY, BY JOHN STRANGE WINTER.
+
+It was getting very near Christmas-time, and all the boys at Miss Ware's
+school were talking excitedly about going home for the holidays, of the
+fun they would have, the presents they would receive on Christmas
+morning, the tips from Grannies, Uncles, and Aunts, of the pantomimes,
+the parties, the never-ending joys and pleasures which would be theirs.
+
+"I shall go to Madame Tussaud's and to the Drury Lane pantomime," said
+young Fellowes, "and my Mother will give a party, and Aunt Adelaide will
+give another, and Johnny Sanderson and Mary Greville, and ever so many
+others.  I shall have a splendid time at home.  Oh, Jim, I wish it were
+all holidays, like it is when one's grown up."
+
+"My Uncle Bob is going to give me a pair of skates--clippers," remarked
+Harry Wadham.
+
+"My Father's going to give me a bike," put in George Alderson.
+
+"Will you bring it back to school with you?" asked Harry.
+
+"Oh, yes, I should think so, if Miss Ware doesn't say no."
+
+"I say, Shivers," cried Fellowes, "where are you going to spend your
+holidays?"
+
+"I'm going to stop here," answered the boy called Shivers, in a very
+forlorn tone.
+
+"Here--with old Ware?--oh, my!  Why can't you go home?"
+
+"I can't go home to India," answered Shivers.  His real name, by the
+bye, was Egerton--Tom Egerton.
+
+"No--who said you could?  But haven't you any relations anywhere?"
+
+Shivers shook his head.  "Only in India," he said miserably.
+
+"Poor old chap; that's rough luck for you.  Oh, I'll tell you what it
+is, you fellows: if I couldn't go home for the holidays--especially
+Christmas--I think I'd just sit down and die."
+
+"Oh, no, you wouldn't," said Shivers; "you'd hate it and you'd get ever
+so homesick and miserable, but you wouldn't die over it.  You'd just get
+through somehow, and hope something would happen before next year, or
+that some kind fairy or other would--"
+
+"Bosh! there are no fairies nowadays," said Fellowes.  "See here,
+Shivers: I'll write home and ask my Mother if she won't invite you to
+come back with me for the holidays."
+
+"Will you really?"
+
+"Yes, I will: and if she says yes, we shall have such a splendid time,
+because, you know, we live in London, and go to everything, and have
+heaps of tips and parties and fun."
+
+"Perhaps she will say no," suggested poor little Shivers, who had
+steeled himself to the idea that there would be no Christmas holidays
+for him, excepting that he would have no lessons for so many weeks.
+
+"My Mother isn't at all the kind of woman who says no," Fellowes
+declared loudly.
+
+In a few days' time, however, a letter arrived from his Mother which he
+opened eagerly.
+
+"My own darling boy," it said, "I am so very sorry to have to tell you
+that dear little Aggie is down with scarlet fever, and so you cannot
+come home for your holidays, nor yet bring your young friend with you,
+as I would have loved you to do if all had been well here.  Your Aunt
+Adelaide would have had you there, but her two girls have both got
+scarlatina--and I believe Aggie got hers there, though, of course, poor
+Aunt Adelaide could not help it.  I did think about your going to Cousin
+Rachel's.  She most kindly offered to invite you, but, dear boy, she is
+an old lady, and so particular, and not used to boys, and she lives so
+far from anything which is going on that you would be able to go to
+nothing; so your Father and I came to the conclusion that the very best
+thing that you could do under the circumstances is for you to stay at
+Miss Ware's and for us to send your Christmas to you as well as we can.
+It won't be like being at home, darling boy, but you will try and be
+happy--won't you, and make me feel that you are helping me in this
+dreadful time.
+
+"Dear little Aggie is very ill, very ill indeed.  We have two nurses.
+Nora and Connie are shut away in the morning-room and to the back stairs
+and their own rooms with Miss Ellis, and have not seen us since the dear
+child was first taken ill.  Tell your young friend that I am sending you
+a hamper from Buzzard's, with double of everything, and I am writing to
+Miss Ware to ask her to take you both to anything that may be going on
+in Cross Hampton.  And tell him that it makes me so much happier to
+think that you won't be alone.
+
+"Your Own Mother.
+
+"This letter will smell queer, darling: it will be fumigated before
+posting."
+
+It must be owned that when Bertie Fellowes received this letter, which
+was neither more nor less than a shattering of all his Christmas hopes
+and joys, that he fairly broke down, and, hiding his face upon his arms
+as they rested on his desk, sobbed aloud.
+
+The forlorn boy from India, who sat next to him, tried every boyish
+means of consolation that he could think of.  He patted his shoulder,
+whispered many pitying words, and, at last, flung his arm across him and
+hugged him tightly, as, poor little chap, he himself many times since
+his arrival in England had wished someone would do to him.  At last
+Bertie Fellowes thrust his Mother's letter into his friend's hand.
+
+"Read it," he sobbed.
+
+So Shivers made himself master of Mrs Fellowes' letter and understood
+the cause of the boy's outburst of grief.
+
+"Old fellow," he said at last, "don't fret over it.  It might be worse.
+Why, you might be like me, with your Father and Mother thousands of
+miles away.  When Aggie is better, you'll be able to go home--and it'll
+help your Mother if she thinks you are almost as happy as if you were at
+home.  It must be worse for her--she has cried ever so over this
+letter--see, it's all tear-blots."
+
+The troubles and disappointments of youth are bitter while they last,
+but they soon pass, and the sun shines again.  By the time Miss Ware,
+who was a kind-hearted, sensible, pleasant woman, came to tell Fellowes
+how sorry she was for him and his disappointment, the worst had gone by,
+and the boy was resigned to what could not be helped.
+
+"Well, after all, one man's meat is another man's poison," she said,
+smiling down on the two boys; "poor Tom has been looking forward to
+spending his holidays all alone with us, and now he will have a friend
+with him.  Try to look on the bright side, Bertie, and to remember how
+much worse it would have been if there had been no boy to stay with
+you."
+
+"I can't help being disappointed, Miss Ware," said Bertie, his eyes
+filling afresh and his lips quivering.
+
+"No, dear boy; you would be anything but a nice boy if you were not.
+But I want you to try and think of your poor Mother, who is full of
+trouble and anxiety, and to write to her as brightly as you can, and
+tell her not to worry about you more than she can help."
+
+"Yes," said Bertie; but he turned his head away, and it was evident to
+the school-mistress that his heart was too full to let him say more.
+
+Still, he was a good boy, Bertie Fellowes, and when he wrote home to his
+Mother it was quite a bright every-day letter, telling her how sorry he
+was about Aggie, and detailing a few of the ways in which he and Shivers
+meant to spend their holidays.  His letter ended thus:--
+
+"Shivers got a letter from his Mother yesterday with three pounds in it:
+if you happen to see Uncle Dick, will you tell him I want a `Waterbury'
+dreadfully?"
+
+The last day of the term came, and one by one, or two by two, the
+various boys went away, until at last only Bertie Fellowes and Shivers
+were left in the great house.  It had never appeared so large to either
+of them before.  The schoolroom seemed to have grown to about the size
+of a church; the dining-room, set now with only one table, instead of
+three, was not like the same; while the dormitory, which had never
+before had any room to spare, was like a wilderness.  To Bertie Fellowes
+it was all dreary and wretched--to the boy from India, who knew no other
+house in England, no other thought came than that it was a blessing that
+he had one companion left.
+
+"It is miserable," groaned poor Bertie, as they strolled into the great
+echoing schoolroom after a lonely tea, set at one corner of the smallest
+of the three dining-tables; "just think if we had been on our way home
+now--how different!"
+
+"Just think if I had been left here by myself," said Shivers, and he
+gave a shudder which fully justified his name.
+
+"Yes--but--" began Bertie, then shamefacedly and with a blush, added:
+"you know, when one wants to go home ever so badly, one never thinks
+that some chaps haven't got a home to go to."
+
+The evening went by; discipline was relaxed entirely, and the two boys
+went to bed in the top empty dormitory, and told stories to each other
+for a long time before they went to sleep.  That night Bertie Fellowes
+dreamt of Madame Tussaud's and the great pantomime at Drury Lane, and
+poor Shivers of a long creeper-covered bungalow far away in the shining
+East, and they both cried a little under the bed-clothes.  Yet each put
+a brave face on their desolate circumstances to each other, and so
+another day began.
+
+This was the day before Christmas Eve, that delightful day of
+preparation for the greatest festival in all the year--the day when in
+most households there are many little mysteries afoot, when parcels come
+and go, and are smothered away so as to be ready when Santa Claus comes
+his rounds; when some are busy decking the rooms with holly and
+mistletoe; when the cook is busiest of all, and savoury smells rise from
+the kitchen, telling of good things to be eaten on the morrow.
+
+There were some preparations on foot at Minchin House, though there was
+not the same bustle and noise as is to be found in a large family.  And
+quite early in the morning came the great hamper which Mrs Fellowes had
+spoken of in her letter to Bertie.  Then just as the early dinner had
+come to an end, and Miss Ware was telling the two boys that she would
+take them round the town to look at the shops, there was a tremendous
+peal at the bell of the front door, and a voice was heard asking for
+Master Egerton.  In a trice Shivers had sprung to his feet, his face
+quite white, his hands trembling, and the next moment the door was
+thrown open, and a tall, handsome lady came in, to whom he flew with a
+sobbing cry of: "Aunt Laura!  Aunt Laura!"
+
+Aunt Laura explained in less time than it takes me to write this, that
+her husband, Colonel Desmond, had had left to him a large fortune, and
+that they had come as soon as possible to England, having, in fact, only
+arrived in London the previous day.
+
+"I was so afraid, Tom darling," she said, in ending, "that we should not
+get here till Christmas Day was over, and I was so afraid you might be
+disappointed, that I would not let Mother tell you that we were on our
+way home.  I have brought a letter from Mother to Miss Ware--and you
+must get your things packed up at once and come back with me by the
+six-o'clock train to town.  Then Uncle Jack and I will take you
+everywhere, and give you a splendid time, you dear little chap, here all
+by yourself."
+
+For a minute or two Shivers' face was radiant; then he caught sight of
+Bertie's down-drooped mouth, and turned to his Aunt.
+
+"Dear Aunt Laura," he said, holding her hand very fast with his own,
+"I'm awfully sorry, but I can't go."
+
+"Can't go? and why not?"
+
+"Because I can't go and leave Fellowes here all alone," he said stoutly,
+though he could scarcely keep a suspicious quaver out of his voice.
+"When I was going to be alone, Fellowes wrote and asked his Mother to
+let me go home with him, and she couldn't, because his sister has got
+scarlet fever, and they daren't have either of us; and he's got to stay
+here--and he's never been away at Christmas before--and--and--I can't go
+away and leave him by himself, Aunt Laura--and--"
+
+For the space of a moment or so, Mrs Desmond stared at the boy as if
+she could not believe her ears; then she caught hold of him and half
+smothered him with kisses.
+
+"Bless you, you dear little chap, you shall not leave him; you shall
+bring him along and we'll all enjoy ourselves together.  What's his
+name?--Bertie Fellowes.  Bertie, my man, you are not very old yet, so
+I'm going to teach you a lesson as well as ever I can--it is that
+kindness is never wasted in this world.  I'll go out now and telegraph
+to your Mother--I don't suppose she will refuse to let you come with
+us."
+
+A couple of hours later she returned in triumph, waving a telegram to
+the two excited boys.
+
+"God bless you, yes, with all our hearts," it ran; "you have taken a
+load off our minds."
+
+And so Bertie Fellowes and Shivers found that there was such a thing as
+a fairy after all.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER TWELVE.
+
+HAGGART'S LIE, BY GERALDINE GLASGOW.
+
+Crawley Major was talking very impressively in the great class-room of
+Felton College.  Even the few slow boys who were still mumbling over
+their Latin grammar for next day had one ear pricked up to hear what he
+was saying.  "I'll tell you what it is," said Crawley Major, addressing
+them generally: "the Doctor is in a furious wax, and he will be pretty
+free with his canings and impositions to-morrow.  I just happened to be
+taking a message to Barclay, when he comes fussing in, not seeing me,
+and just _swells_ up to Barclay, _purple_ with rage.  `Somebody has had
+the boat out on the river again, Mr Barclay,' he says, `notwithstanding
+my orders and all the fines and punishments I have imposed, and I'm
+determined to find out who it is.'  Then he saw me and turned purple
+again.  `Now, Crawley, you have heard what I said, and you can just
+return to the class-room and tell your companions that I shall come down
+in half an hour, and I intend to have the truth about that boat if I
+have to keep every boy in the school under punishment for the next
+month;' so here I am."
+
+"Oh, stop that, Crawley," said a bright, handsome lad, who was standing
+on the table so as to get a better view of the proceedings.  "The
+Doctor's not often in a wax, and it's no joke when he is.  I didn't
+think there was a fellow in the school would have touched the boat after
+what he said last time."
+
+All the boys hurled themselves at the table from which Haggart had been
+giving out his opinions, and there was a general shout of: "No!"
+
+"It _must_ be all right," said Haggart again.  He was looking carelessly
+round, and he suddenly caught sight of a frightened face a long way
+beneath him.  "Don't be in such a funk, Harry," he said good-humouredly.
+"It will all come right in the end!  The Doctor's awfully hard
+sometimes, but he's always just--eh, Crawley?"
+
+"He canes you first, and he's just afterwards," said Crawley grimly.
+
+The little boy shivered, and, when he tried to speak, his teeth
+chattered.  "Does--does he cane very hard?"
+
+"Oh, dear, yes," said Crawley mischievously; "you don't forget it for
+some days, I can tell you!  Just look at little Parker," he went on,
+pointing to the child's terrified face: "wouldn't any unprejudiced
+person think he had done it himself?"
+
+"Oh, no, no," cried the boy angrily, "how dare you say so?  How could I?
+What would I want with a boat?"
+
+"Reserve your defence for the Doctor, sir," said Crawley impressively.
+
+Something in the boy's piteous eagerness had attracted Haggart's
+attention, and he turned and looked at him sharply.  His eyes were wide
+open and had a terrified look, and his thin lips were trembling, his
+small childish hand was fidgeting with the buttons of his coat.
+
+First, a breath of suspicion came to Haggart, and a great rush of pity
+and contempt; then, as the child's eyes seemed to rise unwillingly to
+his, the secret leaped from one heart to the other, and he knew.  His
+lips curled disdainfully, and he jumped off the table, hustling his
+little band of followers out of the way.
+
+"There's the Doctor," he said; "let me pass."
+
+All the boys stood up as the master majestically moved over to the
+fireplace and kicked the logs into a blaze.  Then he faced round
+suddenly, and spoke in his peculiarly clear, decisive tones.  "There has
+been an act of great disobedience perpetrated here during the last
+twenty-four hours," he said.  "Crawley overheard me speaking on the
+subject to Mr Barclay, and has probably told you what it is.  I had, as
+you all know, given strict orders that the boat was not to be taken on
+the river by any of the boys, and this morning it was found outside the
+boathouse tied to a stake.  There is no doubt that one of my boys did
+this, and the only reparation he can make is to own his fault at once,
+and take the punishment!"
+
+There was dead silence.
+
+One heart in the room was beating like a sledge-hammer against the Eton
+jacket that enclosed it, but no one spoke.  Only Haggart turned his
+head, and looked again at the fourth-form boys, and as if they were
+under a spell, the grey eyes, full of terrified entreaty, were lifted to
+his.  He tried to forget the look.  He wished he could make that foolish
+chap understand that a caning was nothing, after all!  All fellows worth
+their salt got caned at school.  Well, after all, he had to take his
+chance with the others, but he wished he would not keep looking across
+at _him_ in that beastly way, as if _he_ had the keeping of his
+conscience!
+
+"Well?" said the Doctor.
+
+But no one spoke.
+
+"I am sorry," said the Doctor more quietly, "that the boy who did it has
+not had the courage to own up, but I will give him another chance.  I
+will take every boy's separate answer, and, after that, the whole school
+will be kept in the playground until the end of the term, unless the
+guilty boy will take the punishment on himself."
+
+Haggart's face was very anxious as he, too, leant forth to see the
+fourth-form fellows, but all he could catch a sight of was a smooth,
+fair head that had drooped very low.
+
+The Doctor, with a disappointed face, turned to the senior class.  "It
+seems hardly necessary to go through the form," he said.  "I think I can
+count on my senior boys.  You, Crawley?  You, Brown?  You, Haggart?"
+
+"I did it," said Haggart, in a clear, loud voice, and the Doctor's
+outstretched finger fell.
+
+"You, Haggart--_you_?" he said, in an incredulous voice.  "Impossible!
+You?" said the Doctor again.
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"Then there is nothing more to be said--_now_.  Only, I am surprised,
+and--disappointed.  You can go now; you will sleep to-night in the small
+spare room, and I will see you to-morrow.  Go!"
+
+Haggart moved slowly to the door, and as he turned the handle, he heard
+a noise, and then the Doctor's voice, speaking sharply: "What is that?
+What are they doing on the fourth form?"
+
+"Harry Parker has a fit, or he's dead, or something," said a scared
+voice.
+
+"No, he has only fainted," said Mr Barclay.  "Take him to Miss Simpson,
+Barclay," said the Doctor.  "He is a delicate little fellow."
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+"Wasn't there a fellow called something Curtius, who saved a city once?"
+said a first-form boy, in a whisper.
+
+"Yes; he leaped into a gulf."
+
+"Well, that's what Haggart's done," said the boy.
+
+"Rot!" said the other boy, still whispering.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+Nothing seemed very clear to Haggart's mind as he slowly undressed in
+the cold, unused room.  His brain was worried and confused.  He wished
+he could have had the light of the Doctor's clear mind upon it, but, of
+course, that was impossible.
+
+"If he _is_ waxy, he's always just," he found himself saying out loud;
+and then, just before he went to sleep, "but, at any rate, I can bear it
+better."
+
+There is no need to dwell upon the weeks that followed.  Haggart took
+his punishment bravely enough, but that time was always, in after-life,
+a hideous memory to him.  To be unloved, untrusted, solitary, and
+despised, to be coldly disbelieved or contemptuously contradicted, was
+so very hard to bear!  But, with a strange and sickening sense of dread,
+he found himself longing, most of all, to hear of Harry--to know if he
+were sorry, or remorseful, or only thankful to be spared!  Then, at
+last, in some roundabout way the news came to him.
+
+Harry had been taken ill with brain fever the very day after the
+tragedy, and had been sent home; and it gave Haggart his first moment of
+conscious happiness to realise that he had perhaps saved the poor, weak,
+little, trembling creature from one night of fear and anguish.
+
+The boys were always kind to him in their peculiar way.  There seemed to
+be a bewildered feeling in their minds of cruelty and injustice, and
+they were glad that he had not stuck out to the last and included the
+whole school in the punishment; so sticks of liquorice, and jam-tarts,
+and even white mice, were secretly conveyed to his desk as tokens of
+friendship; but, although Haggart was grateful for the attentions, he
+could never quite shake off the longing to make a clean breast of it to
+the Doctor, and get his troubled mind set straight.
+
+But one morning before the holidays a thrill went through the whole
+school when the Doctor stood silently for a minute after prayers and
+then in his peculiarly quiet voice called to Haggart to come forward.
+
+"Boys," he said, "I have had a letter this morning from Harry Parker's
+Mother, and she says that he has told her the truth about the boat.  He
+has been very ill, poor child, and, in his delirium, it haunted him that
+Haggart had suffered for his sake.  Let him be cleared before you all
+from the unjust suspicion.  But, Haggart," and he laid his hand very
+kindly on the boy's shoulder, "you must remember that the injustice came
+from _you_--no one would have doubted you if you had not first accused
+yourself!  I had my doubts always, but I did not know enough to
+understand.  You told a lie; nothing can palliate or do away with that!
+No _motives_ can make a lie anything but a lie, and a lie is always a
+cowardly thing, whether we try to shield ourselves with it or others.
+
+"But the kindness which prompted it, the courage that bore the
+punishment so bravely, the silence that has made a false heroism out of
+it--these are fine qualities, Haggart, and I hope you will carry them
+with you through life."
+
+
+
+
+
+
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