OUR YOUNG FOLKS AT HOME AND ABROAD:

Illustrated Sketches and Poems for Young People.

BY

ANNIE D. BELL, CLARA J. DENTON, AMANDA M. DOUGLAS, FRANK H. SELDEN, CHAS. T. JEROME, LAURA E. RICHARDS, MRS. L. A. CURTIS, OLIVER OPTIC, ETC.

ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS.

BY

F. S. CHURCH, E. H. GARRETT, A. S. COX, CULMER BARNES, PARKER HAYDEN, H. MOSER, H. PRUETT SHARE, MISS L. B. HUMPHREY, ETC., ETC.

—————— EDITED BY DAPHNE DALE. ——————

LONDON—NEW YORK—CHICAGO: W. B. CONKEY COMPANY, PUBLISHERS.

—————— Copyright 1894, W. B. Conkey Company. ——————

ANIMAL LIFE FROM EVERY ZONE.

THE KITTENS’ STEPMOTHER HOW SOME SEEDS ARE PLANTED OLD SCORES REPAID, OR TRAGEDY REVERSED TIPPY, THE FIREMEN’S DOG NINE LITTLE FOXES WHAT AILED THE BELL THE HOOK AND LADDER LITTLE JOE’S RIDE GYPSY AND HIS TRICKS A LITTLE GIRL’S WEDDING GIFT DO RIGHT DOG PRINCE WHERE THE PRETTY PATH LED A LETTER TO MOTHER NATURE OUR MAY-DAY AT THE SOUTH BERTIE’S STORY AND MINE THE PORCUPINE’S QUILLS LOVE YOUR ENEMIES THE MERCIFUL PRINCE THE OPOSSUM IN THE HEN-HOUSE HOW ROY WENT A FISHING A BEAR-STORY HEAR US SING, SEE US SWING, UP IN THE OLD OAK TREE SAILOR BABIES PRETTY POLLY PRIMROSE LOOK AT THE BABY AN UNLUCKY SAIL TO STRAWBERRY TOWN FLOSSIE AND HER SHOE-BOAT NELLIE’S LUNCH DIME AND THE BABY WIDE-AWAKE LAND LULU’S FIRST THANKSGIVING THE SUN-KISS THE COUNTRY WEEK THE ROAD TO SCHOOL WHAT SAMMY’S MONKEY DID BESSIE IN THE MOUNTAINS PAULINE’S STRANGE PETS “GO HALVES!” LITTLE GAMES WHAT WE FOUND IN OUR STOVE THE JOHN AND LINCOLN FLEET THE YACHT STARLIGHT THE NEW PARASOL THE MAN WHO WAS SHAKEN BY A LION THE LAUGHING JACKASS THE TRICK THEY PLAYED ON JOCKO

SOME OTHER THINGS BOBBY SAW AT SEA THE MOSQUITO THE LAUGHING GIRL ANNIE’S DUCKS VICK IN TROUBLE IN GRANDMA’S ATTIC LITTLE GIRL GRACIE A MAGPIE AND HER NEST AT THE BEACH FARMER GRAY AND HIS APPLES AH KEE DICK AND GRAY THE RETURN OF THE BIRDS FIRST REWARD OF MERIT FOUR LITTLE MICE FINNETTE ABOUT THE DEER EVERYBODY’S DOG A BIRD’S NEST A RAINY DAY THE STORY OF A CANE MISS LOLLIPOP’S FANCIES TOMMY’S TEMPTATION A BEAR STORY ANNA’S BIRTHDAY GIFT RALPH AND THE BUTTERFLIES A POEM TOM’S LETTER JANEY’S PRESENT GOOD OLD ROSE AUNT PATTY’S PETS TOMMY AND THE GANDER A NIGHT VISITOR THE NIGHT MONKEY BABY’S NAP HURRAH! HURRAH! MOSES GOES TO A CANDY PARTY FAN’S CARDS:—A CHRISTMAS HINT KITTY’S TRAMP THREE ROYAL CHILDREN AN OSTRICH PLUME WHO KILLED THE GOOSE? A TEMPERANCE HORSE HOW THE WIND BLOWS DIME AND BETTY SAVED FROM FREEZING TO DEATH LILY’S GARDEN WHERE? A GOAT IN TROUBLE A NEGRO MELODIST TIME ENOUGH THE MOUSE WEDDING SHE HAD NEVER SEEN A TREE A FUNNY HORSE MRS. GIMSON’S SUMMER BOARDERS AS NIGHT CAME DARKLY DOWN GRANDMOTHER’S CLOCK A STUFFED JUMBO

THE TREES IN SILVER LAND SMALL BEGINNINGS GARDEN OF THE GODS YOUNG ARTIST A CHANCE WORD A LITTLE DANCE LOOKING OUT FOR NUMBER ONE WOODCROFT IN THE WOODS AUTUMN LEAVES, AND WHAT KATIE DID THE SPINNING LESSON FOSTER PARENTS HAYMAKING WINDOW GARDENING “CHEER UP.” WAIF’S ROMANCE “MAY I GO WITH YOU?” A SUMMER AT WILLOW-SPRING GREAT EXPECTATIONS “WHERE’S SOPHIE?” “IF I CAN, I WILL.” WINDSOR CASTLE THE LITTLE PRINCES THE TOWER OF LONDON MARY AND HER LAMB JAMIE’S GARDEN CAMP TRIO THE SENTIMENTAL FOX EARTHEN VESSELS BIRDIE’S BREAKFAST A BATTLE GRACE DARLING, THE HEROINE ADAM AND EVE SWINGING SONG HOW THE DAYS WENT AT SEA-GULL BEACH MAX AND BEPPO PANSIES “COME, LITTLE BIRD!” SIRENA’S TROUBLE LADY VIOLET ON TRIAL TWO LITTLE GIRLS HELPFUL WORDS FALSE SHAME CLARA AND THE ANIMAL BOOK AN ANECDOTE THE UNSOCIABLE DUCKS PUTTING OUT THE CANDLE SULKY ARCHIE A WISH FOR WINGS CONSEQUENCES: A PARABLE COMFORTABLE MRS. CROOK AN EVENING SONG “BUT THEN.” AN ANECDOTE WHAT THE SNAIL SAID ONLY NOW AND THEN A SERPENT AMONG THE BOOKS “LITTLE MOTHER.” LITTLE SCATTER

WHAT CHICKY THINKS STOP-A-WHILE THE BIRDS’ CONCERT ONLY A BOY BIRD NEEDLEWORK HE WAS A GENTLEMAN TIME FOR BED THE VALUE OF A GOOD NAME DINGFORD’S BABY A BED-TIME STORY THE LESSON AFTER RECESS THE LION AT THE “ZOO” DISOBEYING MOTHER PLANTS THAT EAT THE CUCKOO CLOCK DAVY’S GIRL EARLY TEA BONEY CATCHING SNOW FLAKES A MISCHIEVOUS MONKEY THE AFRICAN SLAVE BOY CLIMBING LITTLE ELSIE KITTY STRIKER MAYING GRACIE’S TEMPER AN ANECDOTE THE SWEET-GRASS HOUSE JOHNNY’S GARDEN BOY BILLY AND THE RABBIT A FISH STORY

THE KITTENS’ STEPMOTHER.

There are two little girls living nearly a hundred rods apart, Mamie and Fannie. Each had a nice pet cat.

Mamie’s cat had three little kittens. When they were about three weeks old their poor mother was killed by a useless dog. For two days Mamie fed her kittens with a spoon, and did all she could to comfort them; but they would cry for their mother.

Fannie’s cat had only one kitten, and it died at once. Then Mamie took her three motherless kittens down to Fannie’s cat to see if she would adopt them. She took them at once, and made a great fuss over them. Then she was allowed to raise them.

When Mamie thought her kittens were old enough she took all three of them home again. But their stepmother would neither eat nor drink. She cried and looked for the kittens. At last Fannie carried her cat up to Mamie’s house to see the kittens. Then mother and kittens were all happy again, and played together as if they had never been separated.

When the girls saw how much the cat and kittens were attached to each other they concluded to take Fannie’s cat home again with only two of the kittens; in a short time bring back one of them, and later the last one. In this way they thought they could separate them without any trouble.

Fannie’s cat was not pleased with this plan. She began to look for and call the third kitten. The next morning, when Mamie went to feed her one kitten, she could not find it anywhere about the barn or woodshed. She went down to Fannie’s house, and there she found her kitten. Sometime in the night Fannie’s cat went to Mamie’s house, found the kitten, and carried it home. Since that time the girls have not tried to part the cat and kittens, and they are a happy family.

MAMIE A. AND FANNIE H.

HOW SOME SEEDS ARE PLANTED.

Many noble oak-trees are planted by the little squirrel. Running up the branches, this little animal strips off the acorns, and buries them in the ground for food in the cold weather; and when he goes to hunt them up he does not find all of them. Those he leaves behind often grow up into great and beautiful trees.

The nuthatch, too, among the birds, is a great planter. After twisting off a cluster of beech-nuts this queer little bird carries them to some favorite tree, and pegs them into the crevices of the bark in a curious way. How, we cannot tell. After a while they fall to the ground, and there grow into large trees.

Some larger animals are good seed-planters, and have sometimes covered barren countries with trees. It is very singular that animals and birds can do so much farm-work, isn’t it?

MRS. G. HALL.

OLD SCORES REPAID, OR TRAGEDY REVERSED.

S. ISADORE MINER.

TIPPY, THE FIREMEN’S DOG.

TIPPY was a little, black dog, and he lived at the engine-house, where the great engines, which put out the fires, were kept.

He was a poor, miserable, little dog, without a home until the firemen took pity on him and gave him one.

Dick was one of the horses that helped to pull the engine. He was very large and black, with a white spot on his forehead. He and Tippy were fine friends.

When it was cold the little dog would curl close down by Dick’s back, and sleep all night, as warm as could be.

One day, when it was Dick’s dinner-time, and he was very hungry, Tippy kept running into his stall and barking and biting at his heels.

Dick did not like it, and he wanted his dinner so much that it made him cross. So he put down his head, took Tippy by the back of the neck, and lifted him over the side of the low stall, as much as to say:—

“If you won’t go out I will put you out!”

Tippy soon grew to know what the engines were for, and when the fire-bells rang, and the great horses came from their stalls ready to be harnessed to the engine, he would bark and jump up and down, and beg to go too.

TIPPY, THE FIREMEN’S DOG.

One day he hid under the driver’s seat, and the firemen did not see him, so he went to the fire.

After that, the instant an alarm sounded, Tippy would spring on the engine. As it dashed down the street, the bells ringing, the firemen shouting, he would bark to let the people along the way know he was going to help put out the fire.

Every day the firemen would give Tippy a basket, and a penny to buy a bone with. He would take the basket in his mouth, and trot across the street to the butcher’s for the bone. The butcher would take the penny out, and put a bone in its place, and Tippy would run home to eat his breakfast.

Once in a while Tippy would be very naughty, and would have to be punished. Then the firemen would make him sit on a chair for a long while, until he would promise, by a bark which meant, “Yes,” that he would be good.

LOUISE THRUSH BROOKS.

NINE LITTLE FOXES.

Tommy and Bessie, Bert, and even little Caddie, think there is no treat like a visit to Covill Farm.

They all jumped for joy when, one bright afternoon in early summer, their papa said:—

“I am going out past the Covill Farm, and if any little folks want to go along they may stop there while I do my errands.”

How soon they were all ready! How busy all the little tongues were, talking over what they would see and do!

“There’ll be lots of little chickens now; and ducklings, too!”

“Yes; and we’ll see the dear little lambs, and the little calfeys!”

“And maybe we can go down to the boat-house, and have a row on the lake!”

But they never dreamed of the funny sight they really saw that afternoon. Papa set them all down at the gate, and drove on, promising to come back for them in an hour.

When he came back he tied his horse, and set out to find the little folks. But in a few moments they saw him, and came rushing across the yard, all talking at once:—

“O papa, come! come and see!”

“Oh, so funny!”

Little two-year-old Caddie was as much excited as the rest; she cried:—

“Take my hand, papa! Little piggies shall not bite you!”

“Little piggies,” indeed! Little foxes they were; and nine of the cunning creatures. Only think!

The manager of the farm said that something had been killing his lambs, and he had been on the watch to find out the rascal.

One day, when he was out with his gun, he saw something moving near an old woodchuck hole; at least, there had been woodchucks there the year before.

He went nearer, expecting to see a woodchuck again; but there were these little foxes playing around. The woodchucks must have burrowed out, and an old fox taken possession of their hole for a den.

Mr. Nash lay down on the ground to count the funny little things, and watch them tumbling over each other. Then he tried to stop up the entrance to their den with his coat, so that he could catch them. But a tree root lay across the hole in such a way that there was a place left big enough for the little foxes to get in; and in they went.

Then Mr. Nash went and called a man to help him. They took spades and dug into the hole until they found them.

They carried them up to the farm-yard, and put them into a pen. They were of a tawny color; and when the children saw them they were about as large as cats, and as full of play as any kittens.

Mr. Nash said he did not want to kill them, because they were so cunning. But it was a good thing that he caught them. Just think how many chickens, and ducks, and geese, and lambs those nine foxes might have killed, if they had grown up in their den!

MRS. D. P. SANFORD.

It was the first day of school after a vacation. The children were playing in the yards. The teachers sat at their desks waiting for the bell to strike to call the children to the different rooms. The hands of the different clocks pointed to a quarter before nine.

The bell was a sort of gong, fastened to the outside of the building, and the master of the school could ring it by touching a knob in the wall near his desk. It was now time to call the children into school. The master pulled the bell and waited. Still the merry shouts could be heard in the school-yards. Very strange! The children were so engaged in play that they could not hear the bell, he thought. Then he pulled it more vigorously. Still the shouts and laughter continued.

The master raised his window, clapped his hands, and pointed to the bell.

The children rushed into line like little soldiers, and waited for the second signal. The teacher pulled and pulled, but there was no sound. Then he sent a boy to tell each line to file in, and he sent another boy for a carpenter to find out if the bell-cord was broken.

What do you think the carpenter found? A little sparrow had built its nest inside the bell, and prevented the hammer striking against the bell. The teacher told the children what the trouble was, and asked if the nest should be taken out. There was a loud chorus of “No, sir.”

Every day the four hundred children would gather in the yard and look up at the nest. When the little birds were able to fly to the trees in the yard, and no longer needed a nest, one of the boys climbed on a ladder and cleared away the straw and hay so that the sound of the bell might call the children from play.

M. A. HALEY.

THE HOOK AND LADDER.

MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.

LITTLE JOE’S RIDE.

“Good Billy! nice Billy!” said little Joe, as he patted the nose of the old black horse. “Say, Uncle John, can’t I ride him to water?”

“I am afraid you cannot hang on to him,” replied his uncle. “Did you ever ride a horse?”

“No, uncle; but I am sure I can,” answered Joe. “Please let me try. I’ll take hold of his mane with both hands, and hang on as hard as ever I can.”

“Well, you may try it. There is the trough, against that fence, the other side of the barn. Look out that old Billy does not give you a ducking.”

“Never fear for me,” cried Joe, riding away in great glee.

He was a little city boy, and had come out to the farm to make his uncle a visit. He thought it great fun to take a ride on horseback.

It did not take him long to find the trough, for old Billy knew the way right well. Then, how it happened, Joe never could tell: Billy put his head down quite suddenly, and right over it slid the little boy with a great splash, head first into the water.

Of course he was not hurt. He caught hold of the fence and came out, dripping from head to foot.

Old Billy looked on rather surprised, but got his drink. He let Joe lead him back to the barn, and how Uncle John did laugh at him. Joe laughed too, as he went off to get on some dry clothes. Though he took a good many rides after that, he never forgot his first one on old Billy’s back.

MRS. M. E. SANDFORD.

GYPSY AND HIS TRICKS.

When Harry was six years old his grandfather sent him a very nice present from the farm. You cannot guess what it was, so I will tell you.

A goat, with a harness and cart, for Harry to drive him. Harry named him Gypsy, because he was so black.

Gypsy and Harry had a great many good times together. He would draw Harry to school and then wait very patiently under the shade of a tree until school was out. All the school-children were very fond of him and would bring him sweet apples and cake.

The teacher was fond of Gypsy, too, and would often bring sugar to him; but she never let Gypsy have it until he had performed one of the tricks the boys had taught him. He must either stand on his head, bow, or dance. Gypsy could do all these.

One day Gypsy did something very funny. It was a very hot day, and Harry thought he would unharness him and let him roam around the school-yard.

What do you think Gypsy did? He walked into the school-house, straight up to the teacher, and stood on his head. He was begging for sugar.

The teacher laughed with the scholars, and said, “Gypsy, you have learned your lesson well; now I’ll excuse you, and let you go out to play.” And then she drove him out.

One of the boys begged leave to give Gypsy an apple, and the teacher said he might. Gypsy took the apple in his mouth and made a little bow.

The scholars laughed so long that the teacher had to close the door for fear Gypsy would do some other funny thing.

KATY KYLE.

MRS. E. ANNETTE HILLS.

DO RIGHT.

M. J. T.