Upon this the Farmer slung at them with stones, and killed a great part of them. A HUNTER was returning from the mountains loaded with game, and a Fisherman was at the same time coming home with his creel full of fish, when they chanced to meet by the way. The Hunter took a fancy to a dish of fish: The Fisher preferred a supper of game. And thus they continued daily to exchange provisions, till one who had observed them said: "Now, by this invariable interchange, will they destroy the zest of their meal; and each will soon wish to return to his own store again.
T HE Beeves, once on a time, determined to make an end of the Butchers, whose whole art, they said, was conceived for their destruction. So they assembled together, and had already whetted their horns for the contest, when a very old Ox, who had long worked at the plough, thus addressed them:—"Have a care, my friends, what you do. These men, at least, kill us with decency and skill, but if we fall into the hands of botchers instead of butchers, we shall suffer a double death; for be well assured, men will not go without beef, even though they were without butchers.
Get ready to come with me. T HERE was a brood of young Larks in a field of corn, which was just ripe, and the mother, looking every day for the reapers, left word, whenever she went out in search of food, that her young ones should report to her all the news they heard. One day, while she was absent the master came to look at the state of the crop. A N Eagle stayed his flight, and entreated a Lion to make an alliance with him to their mutual advantage.
The Lion replied, "I have no objection, but you must excuse me for requiring you to find surety for your good faith; for how can I trust any one as a friend, who is able to fly away from his bargain whenever he pleases? Babrius, Fable ; Townsend 's translation. J UPITER issued a proclamation to all the beasts of the forest, and promised a royal reward to the one whose offspring should be deemed the handsomest.
The Monkey came with the rest, and presented, with all a mother's tenderness, a flat-nosed, hairless, ill-featured young Monkey as a candidate for the promised reward. A general laugh saluted her on the presentation of her son. She resolutely said, "I know not whether Jupiter will allot the prize to my son; but this I do know, that he is at least in the eyes of me, his mother, the dearest, handsomest, and most beautiful of all.
Abdul alone was brave of heart. At last he saw a little tuft of grass sticking up out of the sand. They dug a great pit, but soon came to a rock. Abdul, however, jumped into the hole and laid his ear against the rock. He could heai a faint gurgle. Then he raised his ax and struck a heavy blow. Again and again he struck the rock. At last it broke, and a stream of clear, cool water spouted up. It filled the hole almost before Abdul could jump out.
With a cry of joy the men stooped to drink. Even the camels smelled the water and came for their share. Then the men refilled their water bottles and prepared to continue the journey. When evening came, the caravan set out once more, but behind them they left a pole and flag to mark the spring which they had discovered. There were six young colts in the meadow besides my mother and me.
They were much older than I was; some of them were nearly as large as grown-up horses. My master would not sell me till I was four years old. He said colts ought not to work like horses until they were quite grown up. When I was four years old, Squire Gordon came to look at me. He examined my eyes, my mouth, and my legs. Then I had to walk and trot and gallop for him. He seemed to like me, and said, " When he has been well broken in, he will do very well. Now, however, 1 must have a bit and a bridle.
My master gave me some oats, as usual, and after much coaxing he put the bit in my mouth and the bridle on my head. It was most unpleasant. A great piece of cold, hard steel was pushed into my mouth, between my teeth and over my tongue.
Then straps were fastened over my nose and under my chin, so that I could not get rid of the hard thing. Next came the saddle, but that was not half so bad. My master put it on my back very gently, while old Daniel held my head. Then I had a few oats, and he led me about in the field. This he did every day, until I began to look for the oats and the saddle. It certainly did feel queer, but I was proud to carry my master and soon grew used to the feeling. After that, I was taken to the blacksmith's to be shod.
My master went with me and talked to me so that I should not be frightened. The blacksmith took my feet, one after the other, and cut away some of the hoof. I stood on three legs and let the smith hold one foot in his hand. Then he took the heavy iron shoes and nailed them to my feet. That did not hurt either, but the shoes made my feet feel very stiff and heavy. Later 1 found that these shoes kept my feet from being hurt by the stony roads.
When my master was ready to teach me to draw the carriage, there were more new things to wear. I shall not name all of them. The worst of these was the stiff little strap called the crupper. That went under my tail. I hated it. To have my long tail doubled up and poked through that strap was as bad as the bit. In time I became used to everything and could do my work as well as my mother.
In fact, my master often drove me in double harness with my mother. She was steady and could teach me much. My master sent me for two weeks to a meadow near a railroad track. Here were some sheep and cows, and I was turned in among them. I shall never forget the first train that ran by. I was feeding quietly when I heard a strange sound. Before I knew it, a long, black train flew by. I turned and galloped to the other side of the meadow and stood there snorting with fear.
The cows, however, went on eating and hardly raised their heads. For the first few days I could not eat in peace because of these trains. Later I found that they never came into the fields or hurt me in any way.
Then I was less frightened, and soon I paid no more attention than the cows did. As the days passed, T grew more and more used to my work. My coat was brushed every day until it shone like satin, and my mane and tail were smooth and clean.
My master came to the stable to say good-by. I put my nose in his hand, and he patted my neck. Suddenly I was roused by the stable bell, ringing very loud.
I heard John's door open and the sound of his feet running to the Hall. He was back again in no time. He unlocked the stable door and came in, calling out, "Wake up, Beauty!
You must go now, if ever you did. He ran for his coat and took me at a quick trot to the Hall door. The Squire stood there, with a lamp in his hand. Give this note to Dr. White, and be back as soon as you can. He had the gate open, and away we went, through the park and the village, till we came to the tollgate. John called very loud and thumped on the door. The man was soon out and flung open the gate. Here is the money. John said to me, " Now Beauty, do your best, " and so I did. For two miles I galloped as fast as I could lay my feet to the ground.
When we came to the bridge, John pulled me up a little and patted my neck. On and on we went, until, at the end of eight miles, we came to the town. It was all quite still, except for the clatter of ray feet on the stones Everybody was asleep The church clock struck three as we drew up at Dr White's door.
John rang the bell twice and then knocked at the door like thunder. A window was thrown up, and Dr. White put his head out "What do you want? Gordon is very sick. Master thinks she will die if you cannot get there. Here is a note. The doctor was a heavier man than John, and not so good a rider. However, I did my best. The man at the tollgate had it open, and soon we were in the park.
My master was at the Hall door, for he had heard us coming. The doctor went into the house with him, and Joe led me to the stable. I was glad to get home. My legs shook under me, and I could only stand and pant.
Joe was young and as yet knew little about horses. I am sure he did the best he knew. He rubbed my legs and chest, but he did not put my warm cloth on me. He thought I was so hot I should not like it. Then he gave me cold water and some hay and corn. Thinking he had done right, he went away. Soon I began to shake and tremble with cold. Oh, how T wished for my warm cloth! I wished for John, too, but he had eight miles to walk. He was at my side in a moment. I could not tell him how I felt, but he seemed to understand.
He covered me with two or three warm cloths and then ran to the house for hot water. He made me some warm gruel, which I drank, and after that 1 think I must have gone to sleep. I do not know how long I was ill. Bond, the horse doctor, came every day. He would get up two or three times in the night to come to me. My master, too, often came to see me. Green leaves a floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a boating — Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill.
Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. The youngest was prettier than her sisters, and they were jealous of her beauty. They made her do all the housework, while they went to parties. The girl washed the dishes and swept the floors.
She tended the fire and fed the parrot whose cage hung by the kitchen window. She spent so much time among the ashes and cinders that her sisters called her Cinderella. Now it happened that the king was to give a ball in honor of the young prince. Cinderella's mother and sisters were invited, but of course no one thought of Cinderella. They could think of nothing but the fine clothes they intended to wear. The oldest sister chose a pink silk gown.
On the night of the ball Cinderella helped her sisters to dress. Cinderella watched them from the kitchen window as the three drove away in their fine carriage. Then she sat down by the fire and began to cry. Cinderella looked up, and there stood her fairy godmother. Did you wish to go to the ball? The fairy godmother scooped out the inside of the pumpkin, leaving only the rind.
She carried it to the kitchen door and touched the rind with her wand. Instantly it became a great coach covered with gold. There were six mice in the mousetrap. The fairy godmother lifted the door, and with her wand she touched each mouse as it ran out. The mice turned into six beautiful white horses for the coach. At a touch of the wand they were changed into a coachman and two tall footmen.
They stepped up to the coach as if they had never seen a rat trap in their lives. While Cinderella stood looking at the wonderful coach, she too felt a touch of the wand. Her rags disappeared, and she stood there dressed from head to foot in white satin, with pearls around her neck and in her hair. A few minutes later the white horses dashed into the courtyard of the palace. As Cinderella entered the ballroom, the prince hastened to meet her. The evening passed like a pleasant dream.
Suddenly Cinderella heard the clock chime three quarters past eleven. She at once said good night to the Prince and was soon on her way home. When she reached the door, she found her godmother waiting to hear about the ball. Just then the mother and sisters returned, and the fairy godmother disappeared.
They found Cinderella sitting by the kitchen fire in her rags. Once more, at a touch of her wand, the pumpkin became a coach; the mice became horses; and the coachman and footmen came out of the rat trap. This time Cinderella's dress was made of silver cloth covered with rubies.
When Cinderella arrived at the palace, the prince met her at the door. Again he would dance with no one else. Cinderella was very happy. The hours passed swiftly, but she left the palace before the clock struck twelve.
This time Cinderella's dress was cloth of gold with many diamonds. On her feet were tiny- glass slippers. All went very well for a time, but Cinderella was so happy that she forgot the warning of her fairy godmother.
Suddenly the clock began to strike twelve. With a cry of alarm she fled from the ballroom, dropping one of her glass slippers in her haste. The prince hurried after her, but by the time he had reached the courtyard, she had disappeared.
He danced no more that evening. Hear ye! The prince will marry the one whose foot this slipper fits. Behind them came the prince with all his attendants. At last the procession arrived at the home of Cinderella. When the mother and sisters saw the prince coming, they hid Cinderella under a tub in the kitchen. Then they went to the door to meet the prince.
The oldest daughter was the first to try the slipper. Her foot was much too long. The second daughter tried next. Her foot was too fat. They did not want to tell where they had hidden Cinderella. Under the tub! The prince himself lifted the tub. Crouching under it sat Cinderella. The messenger knelt and put the little glass slipper on her foot. It fitted perfectly.
Then Cinderella drew the other slipper from her pocket and put it on her other foot. She rose to her feet, and as she did so, her rags disappeared. There she stood, dressed in the gold and diamond dress she had worn the night before. Then the prince knew that Cinderella was indeed the lovely maiden for whom he had been searching. He took her to the palace at once, and they were married that very day. As for the other sisters, they were invited to the wedding, but thev were ashamed to go.
They took all their fine dresses and jewels and rode away in their carriage. No one ever heard of them again, and no one cared. Cinderella, however, never forgot the days when she sat in the ashes and the godmother who sent her to the prince's ball.
Santa Claus, What is keeping you? Twilight and firelight Shadows come and go; Merry chime of sleigh bells Tinkling through the snow; Mother knitting stockings Pussy's got the ball , — Don't you think that winter's Pleasanter than all? Thomas Bailey Aldrich. He lived under one particular coal, in. Ever since the family could remember, there had always been a bowl of milk put behind the cellar door for the Brownie's supper.
Perhaps he drank it — perhaps he didn't. Anyhow the bowl was always empty next morning. The old Cook had never once forgotten to give the Brownie his supper, but at last she died and a young Cook came. The new Cook was careless and lazy and disliked the trouble of putting a bowl of milk in the same place every night.
She laughed at the other servants, who put the bowl of milk in its place as often as they could without saying much about it. Those were sad days in the kitchen. He went smelling and smelling about for his milk, but in vain.
Being extremely hungry, he began running about the coal cellar to see what he could find. There was nothing to be seen, not even a potato paring or a well-gnawed bone, such as the terrier sometimes brought into the cellar. There was nothing but heaps of coals and coal dust, and even a Brownie cannot eat that, you know. Would you like to know what there was? There was junket, bread and butter, cheese half an apple pudding, a jug of cider and another of milk, and no end of dirty dishes.
The servants had left the table without putting anything away. J 93 Brownie screwed up his face, and turned up his button of a nose, and gave a long whistle. You might not believe it, seeing he lived in a coal cellar, but he liked tidiness and always played his pranks on disorderly folk.
Brownie had no notion of going to sleep. He wanted his supper, and oh! And oh! He slackened his belt several times, and at last took it off altogether. After he had nearly cleared the table, he was as lively as ever and began jumping about on the table as if he had had no supper at all His jumping was a little awkward, for there happened to be a clean white tablecloth. You know Brownie lived in a coal cellar, and his feet were black with coal dust.
At last the whole tablecloth was covered with his black footprints. In fact, he took great pains to make the cloth as dirty as possible. Then he leaped to the hearth and began teasing the cat.
He disturbed poor Muff so much that she went and hid in the farthest corner. After that Brownie lay comfortably on the hearth until daybreak. He gobbled the few remaining crumbs for his breakfast and scampered off to his coal cellar. Then he hid himself under his big coal and fell asleep for the day.
The Cook came downstairs early, to clear off the remains of the supper; but, lo and behold, there was nothing to clear! Every scrap of food was eaten up. The cheese looked as if a dozen mice had been nibbling at it. The milk and cider were quite gone. As for the pudding, the dish was licked as clean as if the dog had been at it. Babies, however, do not climb on the kitchen table after the family have gone to bed.
You have been on my clean tablecloth with your dirty paws. Cook did not think of that, nor of the fact that cats do not usually drink cider and eat apple pudding. Take that — and that! She could not speak and tell people that it was the Brownie who had done it all. Instead of letting the eat sleep by the fire, she shut her up in the chilly coal cellar.
Then she locked the door, put the key in her pocket, and went off to bed. When Brownie woke up and looked out of his hole, there was no supper for him and the cellar door was shut.
He tried to find a crack to creep through, but there was none. He felt so very hungry that he could almost have eaten the cat, who was walking up and down — only she was alive.
He could not well eat her alive. Besides she was old and might be tough. Something must be done. He thought he would change himself into a mouse and gnaw a hole through the door. Then he suddenly remembered that the cat might seize this opportunity to eat him. At length Muff got tired of walking about. She turned around on her tail six times, curled down in a corner, and fell fast asleep. Immediately Brownie changed himself into the smallest mouse possible.
Taking care not to make the least noise, he gnawed a hole in the door and squeezed himself through, into the kitchen. Then he turned into his proper shape again, and looked about him. There was food enough for at least three Brownies, but this one managed to eat it all. Once, in trying to cut a slice of beef, he let the carving knife fall. There was such a clatter that the terrier tied at the foot of the stairs began to bark furiously. However, the Brownie brought her puppy to her,- and so he succeeded in quieting her.
After that he enjoyed himself amazingly and made more marks than ever on the white tablecloth, for he jumped around to make his large supper agree with him. In the absence of the cat he teased the puppy, until, hearing the clock strike five, he thought it well to turn into a mouse again and creep back into his cellar.
He was barely in time, for Muff opened one eye and was just going to pounce on him when he changed back into a Brownie. She was so startled that she bounded away with her tail twice its natural size. Once more the supper was eaten, and the tablecloth was blacker than ever with those footmarks. She was greatly puzzled. Who could have done this? Not the cat, who came mewing out of the coal cellar when the door was unlocked! Not a rat! As she spoke, she stumbled over the puppy's basket, and the puppy rolled out on the floor.
You and your mother are a nuisance. I'll punish you! She forgot that the terrier had been tied all night, and that the poor little puppy was so fat and helpless it could hardly stand on its legs, to say nothing of jumping on a table.
She gave both of them such a thrashing that they ran howling out of the kitchen door. Then the kind little kitchen maid took them up in her arms. You will see. He can't bear an untidy kitchen. Also, if I were you, I would put a bowl of milk behind the coal-cellar door," she added.
Afterwards she thought better of it and did as she was advised. She grumbled all the time, but she did it. Perhaps the Brownie drank it. Anyhow, nobody could say that he did not. As for the supper, that was put away and no one touched it. The tablecloth, which was wrapped up and put in the drawer, came out as clean as ever. There was not a single black footmark on it.
Since no mischief was done, the cat and the dog both escaped beating. As for the Brownie, he played no more tricks on anyone — till the next time. He had a different suit for every hour in the day and spent most of his time in his wardrobe. One day two rogues came to the palace. They told the guards that they were weavers and could make a wonderful new cloth. No one had ever made such cloth before. A robe made of this stuff was invisible to anyone who was unfit for the office he held.
I must certainly have it made at once. They put up two looms and demanded fine silk and pure gold thread with which to work. Both of these, however, went into their bags, and the men worked till late at night at the empty looms.
Then he remembered that no one unfit for his office could even see the magic cloth. He went slowly nearer and nearer to the empty loom. It is charming! Very unusual! I shall tell the Emperor that I am very much pleased with it," said the Minister, nodding his head. A few days later the Emperor sent another nobleman to see the cloth. He looked and looked, but of course there was nothing to be seen.
I must not let anyone know it. Then he went home and described the wonderful cloth to the Emperor. At last the Emperor himself wished to visit the weavers.
He went with the two noblemen and several other members of the court. They found the two rogues working busily at their empty looms.
This is terrible! Am I unfit to be an Emperor? This is the most dreadful thing that could happen to me. All the men with him said the same thing. They begged the Emperor to wear the splendid new robe in the great procession which was soon to take place. Through the windows, people could see them completing the robe. They pretended to take the cloth from the loom; they made cuts in the air with great scissors; they sewed with no thread in their needles; and at last they said, "Now the robe is ready for the procession!
When he entered the room the rogues bowed low. Then one of them lifted his arms as if he were holding up a long robe. What colors! This is a splendid robe! Then they pretended that they were holding something in the air. In this manner the Emperor passed out of the house and walked in the procession with a gold canopy over his head.
See the gorgeous train! How well it fits! The Emperor heard them, and he knew they were right, but he had to go through with the procession. He held his head a little higher, and even his nobles still pretended to carry the train which was not there at all. The sun always shines on the other bank, And the grass is soft and green; 1 know that the apples that grow on those trees Are the sweetest that ever were seen. I never have been there, but this is true, For a little bird told it to me.
So I wish that I were a giant tall, And traveled a mile at a stride ; Then I'd cross the brook, and see for myself What lies on the other side. Margaret J. His mother was a widow, who supported herself by weaving mats. One day while Aladdin was playing in the street, he noticed a man watching him. When the game ended, the man beckoned Aladdin to come to him. He wondered who the stranger was. As they went, the magician told Aladdin such strange stories that the boy did not notice how far they had gone.
At last they reached a valley between two mountains. The magician stood still for a moment and looked about him. Gather some sticks. I will kindle a fire. The magician took a powder from his girdle. He mumbled strange words as he sprinkled it upon the flames. In an instant, the earth beneath their feet trembled, and they heard a rumbling sound like thunder.
Then the ground opened in front of them. There lay a large, flat stone with a brass ring fastened to the top. Obey me, and it will soon be ours. Grasp that brass ring with your right hand. Then pull. Below it lay a long flight of steps leading into the ground.
Pass through them, but be careful to touch nothing, not even the walls; for if you do, you will surely die. In a niche in the garden wall, you will see a lighted lamp. Put out the light, pour the oil from the bowl, and bring the lamp to me.
Mother bird evidently away fo. Reimagined by Gibon. Classic art with a reimagined Fable of the lark and her boy, print maker: Dirk Stoop, John Ogilby, Spain Crested Lark Galerida cristata. Erica Lark balances her career as a Soldier and a mother as one half of a dual military family. Lark relies on the support of her family as she realizes her dream of military service.
In a grain field a lark has a litter with her boy. A young lark reports to his mother that the farmer acts help to harvest the field. Illustration of a Aesopus Fabul. Fabulic of the lark and her boy; Fables of Aesopus.
The publisher is listed as 'Russell and Patee, 61 Court Street', the form of composition is 'strophic with chorus', the instrumentation is 'piano and voice', the first line reads 'Mother, dear mother, the day has seemed long since the lark warbled his matinal song', and the illustration artist is listed as 'None'. Reptiles and birds. A popular account of the various orders; with a description of the habits and economy of the most interesting.
Birds; Reptiles. The Lark is the living emblem of happy, peaceful labour, the songster of the cultivat. A young lark reports to his mother that help the farmer to harvest invokes the field. Illustration of a fable Aesopus.
London: John Ogilby, and Fabel van de leeuwerik en haar jongen Fabels van Aesopus serietitel In a cornfield a lark a nest with her boy. Reptiles and birds : a popular account of their various orders : with a description of the habits and economy of the most interesting. The Lark is the living emblem of happy, peaceful labour, the songster of the cul. American bird magazine, ornithology.
This summer we enjoyed our vacation on the western plains. We were in Wyoming. We found its bird life a source of constant enjoyment. Scores of Meadow Larks met us every where, for the state law protects them from the gun of the sportsman.
In our drives through the meadows, they would run along near our track, as trustful- as God meant they should ever be.
We saw some mother Larks that used the ruse of the Quail, limping along hurriedly in. Zoology; Zoology. She then flew away with her young one over the fields, and soon returned for another. This time, the father took his turn to carry one of the offspring, being assisted by the mother in getting it firmly on his back ; and in this manner they carried off the whole brood. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life.
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