LITTLE FRANK
                                  AND
                             OTHER TALES.

CHIEFLY IN WORDS OF ONE SYLLABLE.

[Illustration: [Logo]]

                               =LONDON:=
                           DARTON AND HARVEY,
                          GRACECHURCH-STREET.

                                 1838.




                           TO MY LITTLE BOOK.


           May many a merry girl and boy
           Prize thee, my book, above each toy.
           May bat and ball aside be laid,
           And dolly quite cast into shade.
           Thy pages tell of the timid bird,
           Whose voice by the sedgy stream is heard;
           And of the hawk, who, with wings of speed,
           Darts on the prey which his young ones need;
           And of the glow-worm’s fairy light,
           Which shines like a gem through the summer night.
           They tell of the north, with its ice and snow,
           Where roses and violets never will blow;
           Where the rein-deer, fleet, doth lightly bound,
           With its fur-lined sledge o’er the frozen ground.
           Of the clever rat’s skill thy pages show,
           Who makes his snug home where the waters flow,
           And when any dangerous foe is near,
           He dives ’neath the stream, and hides in fear.
           But if each bright eye should more brightly shine,
           When it reads these simple tales of thine,
           I shall fondly hope that not all in vain
           Have been the glad labours of my pen.




                                THE OWL.


“Oh, dear Tom!” said Grace, in a low voice to her brother, “here we have
sat as still as mice for such a long time. I am so tired!”

“Let us go into the hall, then,” said Tom.

“But will not mamma’s friends think us rude to leave the room?” said
Grace.

“Oh, I dare say not,” said Tom; “but I will go and ask mamma.”

Mrs. Moore gave them leave to do as they wished, and Tom and Grace were
soon in the hall.

“Come, Grace,” said her brother, as he led her to the glass-door which
looked on to the lawn, “what say you to a race down the broad path, and
back through the nut-walk?”

“No, thank you,” said she, as she drew back; “it is so dark in the
nut-walk, I do not wish to go near it.”

“It will not be dark now,” said Tom: “see how brightly the moon shines!
why I could see to read by its light.”

Grace looked up, and saw that dark clouds were rising, and would soon
pass over the moon, and then all would be dark again; but she strove to
hide her fears, and said, as she took Tom’s hand, “Come, then, let us
go; but you will not run away and leave me, will you?”

“Oh, no, dear Grace, that I will not,” said Tom: “now then, one, two,
three, and away.”

At the end of the broad walk, they stood still to take breath. Grace
cast her eyes into the thick shade of the trees and shrubs, and saw no
cause for fear; but as the wind blew through the leaves and branches,
she could fancy she heard voices, first on her right hand, and then on
her left. As she had feared, the moon was now quite hid by clouds, and
the pale light of the stars could not shine through the gloom of the
nut-walk.

“Pray let us go now, Tom,” said Grace, as she clung to him. “Why do you
stand so still? Hark! what _is_ that noise? Oh, Tom, pray come home;
there it is again!”

“Dear Grace,” said Tom, “do not fear, it is only a bird; let us stay a
short time, and perhaps we may see it.”

“Oh,” said Grace, “it must be a great ugly bird, to make such a noise as
that, and I do not wish to see it.”

“No, it is not very great or very ugly,” said Tom; “and I know you will
want to see it, when I tell you that it is an owl; and I dare say it is
the same that Smith told me of, which has its nest in the old oak.”

“Oh, is it?” said Grace: “there it is again, Hoot! hoot! hoot!”

“Hush,” said Tom; “come a step or two this way: now look, do not you see
him?”

“Where?” said Grace, “on that bare branch of the yew? O dear! I never
saw such a bird before: what a large round head he has!”

“And look at his beak,” said Tom, “in the shape of a hook, that is for
him to tear his prey with. There, that cloud has blown over, and we can
see him well. He is quite brisk now: I should like to see him dart on a
bird or a mouse.”

[Illustration: “O dear! I never saw such a bird before: what a large
round head he has!”]

“I should not,” said Grace; “for though it is no worse than for us to
eat cows and sheep, yet his sharp claws must hurt them so much, and I
could not bear to hear them squeak.”

“Nor I,” said Tom. “Well, the old man has flown away now, so we had
better go home.”

“Did you ever see an owl before, Tom?” said Grace.

“Yes, once, a long while ago, when I was at play in the wood. I was
going to hide in the trunk of an old tree, but when I put my head in, I
heard such a noise, and looking up, I saw a large owl: he flapped his
wings, and looked so fierce, that I ran away; and mamma told me a great
deal about owls, when I got home.”

“We must not run over the lawn, Tom,” said Grace, “for the dew is so
thick.”

“Well, here we are at the door, quite safe,” said Tom: “now you will not
be afraid when you hear an owl hoot again.”

“Oh, no,” said Grace, “I shall not, indeed.”




                     JOHN GRANT’S RETURN FROM SEA.


At a small farm-house, a long way from any large town, lived an old man
and his wife, whose names were James and Kate Grant. They had had five
sons, who were now all grown up, and had left their home to earn their
own bread. One had gone to sea, but had not been heard of for four or
five years, so that it was thought he must be dead.

It was a cold bleak night; the wind was high, and the snow beat against
the front of the old house. As James and his wife sat by their snug and
warm fire-side, they thought how glad they ought to be for such a nice
home, and that they should thank their good God for His care of them in
their old age.

“I am not so strong as I was,” said James, “for I feel that a little
work tires me now; and though Ned Brown is a good boy, yet he is too
young to be of much use to me.”

“Ah,” said Kate, with a deep sigh, “it seems hard that we, who have had
five boys, should now be left all alone with none to help us: if one of
them would but come and live here I should feel quite young once more.”

“Where is our poor John?” said the old man, as tears rose in his eyes.
“Oh that I had not let him go to sea! What a night is this for those on
shipboard! May they be kept from harm! Put a fresh log on the fire, good
wife, for it is very cold.”

“Oh, my poor boy!” said Kate, “shall I ever see him again? He was the
best child of them all: how could I let him go from home?”

“We did it for the best at the time,” said James, “and it will not bring
him back to mourn over him now. Dear me! what can make the dog bark in
that strange way?”

“I dare say,” said Kate, “he does not like to hear the wind howl in the
old trees: hark! how the boughs creak! When first you and I came to live
here, those trees were young and in their prime, but now I think they
will not stand much longer than we shall.”

“Oh, yes,” said the old man, “they are not quite so near their end as we
are, my dear; but I do not like to hear Lion keep up such a noise; it
cannot be all right, I am sure.”

James Grant got up from his armchair, and went to the door; but he could
hear no noise, nor could he see anything, for the snow beat right in his
face. Just as he came back, he heard his wife call out, that she saw a
man look through the window at her; and in great fear she begged James
not to go out.

“Why should I care?” said he: “I have done no harm, and it may be some
one who has lost his way in the dark, and who is in want of help.”

With these words he put on his hat, and with a stout stick in his hand,
to use in case of need, he went out.

He had not gone far, ere the man he was in search of came up to him, and
begged a place to sleep in that night, as it was a long way to the next
town.

“You must speak to my wife,” said James; “and if she likes to do so, I
dare say she can give you a bed. Come in, for you are cold and wet.”

[Illustration: “As she said this, she looked in the man’s face, and saw
that his eyes were full of tears.”]

The man did as he was bid, took off his thick coat, which was quite
white with snow, and went to the fire. As Kate set a chair for him, she
saw that he had on a short blue jacket, such as her John wore when he
came home from his first trip to sea. The sight of this, and the man’s
honest face, quite won her heart; and she soon set before him some bread
and cheese, and a mug of warm beer.

“Come,” said James, when he was once more in his seat, “I am glad to see
you here, for this is a lone place, and it does one good to see a new
face now and then. Wife, have you not got any meat to give our friend?”

“I do not want more, thank you,” said the man: “you have lived in this
old house a long while, have you not?”

“Why, yes, we have,” said James; “it is near fifty years since we first
came. Pray have you been here before?”

“How can you ask?” said Kate, “such an out-of-the-way place as it is.”

“I used to know it quite well, when I was a boy: I lived not far from
here, then,” said the seaman.

“There now, wife,” said James.

“Lived near here!” said Kate: “why when you were a boy, there could not
have been a house within three miles of this: pray what was your name?”

“I will tell you by and by,” said the man: “but can you tell me where
Charles and Ned Grant are gone? I used to play with them when we were
young, and I love them very much.”

“Charles and Ned Grant!” said both the old folks at once, “why who
should they be but our own boys! they have left us a long while now.
Charles went a long way off, where he could get more work than in this
land; and Ned lives at a farm of his own, and has a wife and child.”

“You had a son John, who went to sea, had you not?” said the man.

“Oh, yes, and a dear son he was: when you came in you put me so in mind
of him,” said Kate; “but we fear he must be dead now, for he never
writes to us or comes to see us.”

As she said this, she looked in the man’s face, and saw that his eyes
were full of tears.

“My mother! my dear mother!” said he, as he got up and threw his arms
round her neck. “And now your lost son has come home, and will not leave
you, but will take care of you, and work for you all his life.”

Poor James and his wife were so full of joy, that they could not speak
for some time; but they thanked God in their hearts, for having brought
their dear son home to them to cheer their old age.




                       LITTLE FRANK AND THE RAT.


One fine spring day Mrs. Dean set out for a walk. She crossed the lawn
at the back of the house, and chose a long path, which had thick shrubs
on each side, and led her to the gate of a field.

At one end of this field there was a small pond of clear water; on its
banks grew long grass and rushes, and the little birds sang their sweet
songs in the lime-trees that hung over the water.

[Illustration: “What a droll thing! I shall like to watch you all the
more now I know something about you.”]

As Mrs. Dean came near to the spot, she saw her little boy there. He sat
quite still on the edge of the pond.

“Frank, my dear,” said she, “why do you sit there? it is too damp a
place.”

“Oh, mamma,” said Frank, “do come and see this droll sight! Look on the
other side; just by that old stump of a tree is a large water-rat. I
have seen him a long time, and I think he wants to dig a hole in the
bank: if I go near to look at him, he jumps into the pond. Is he going
to make a place to live in?”

“Yes, my dear,” said Mrs. Dean, “he will dig a deep place in the earth,
to serve him for a nest; and I dare say he will make two holes to creep
in and out of, one higher than the other, in case the water should rise
above one of them.”

“Does the rat eat the small fishes or worms, mamma?” said Frank.

“No, my dear, it feeds on the soft roots of plants, which it finds in
the water, or in the damp parts of the fields. It is not so fierce as
the landrat, and its fur is more soft and close. When it hears a noise,
it leaps into the water, and dives down in fear; but it cannot stay long
there for want of air, so it rises again, and just puts its nose above
the water, that it may be able to breathe and yet not be seen.”

“What a droll thing!” said Frank: “I shall like to watch you all the
more now I know something about you. Good-bye, little busy rat, for
to-day.”




                        FRANK AND A FIELD-MOUSE.


A few days after Frank had seen the rat at work on the bank of the pond,
he was at play in the fields with his pet dog. He saw Dash scratch up
the ground and smell about.

“Here, Dash! Dash!” said Frank; “what are you doing?”

[Illustration: “Frank was a kind boy, and would not let Dash run after
it.”]

Just then a small brown mouse came out of his hole, and ran away very
fast. Frank was a kind boy, and would not let Dash run after it and kill
it, as he wished. He held his dog tight, and sat down near the spot, to
see if the mouse would come back; but as it did not, he ran in-doors to
tell his mamma what he had seen.

“It was such a nice little mouse, mamma, with a very long tail; and it
ran away at a great rate.”

“Yes, my dear,” said Mrs. Dean, “the field-mouse is very quick and can
leap well. It does much harm in the fields and gardens, and to the ricks
of corn, and is often found in farm-yards. Owls, kites, dogs, and cats
make war against the poor field-mouse, and I fear that men do so too.”

“Poor thing!” said Frank; “I am sure I would not kill one, for I like to
see them run in and out of their holes.”

“In its nest in the ground,” said Mrs. Dean, “or under a bunch of moss,
it hoards up its store of food before the cold days come: sometimes it
finds out the holes which the mole has left, and lives in them.”

“How sly,” said Frank, “not to make a place of his own! Thank you, dear
mamma, for this tale about him.”




                              A TRUE TALE
                                  OF A
                  LITTLE GIRL WHO FELL INTO A TAN-PIT.


Now I will tell you a tale about a little girl, whom we will call Anne
Grey, though that was not her real name. Anne was very fond of her doll,
for she had no little boys or girls of her own age to play with.

Like some other dolls, I know, (and some little girls too,) its clothes
were apt to get dirty, and Anne thought it would be great fun to put
Miss Dolly to bed for the day, while she washed them up. Well, once,
when the maids were busy in the wash-house, Anne thought it just the
right time for her to begin, so she set to work in great glee. When all
the clothes were nice and clean, she went to the garden to look for a
place where she could hang them up to dry. She soon found one to suit
her; tied up a line, and went back to the house for the things.

Her way to and from the garden led through a tan-yard, and the busy
little girl, in her haste to push by the edge of one of the pits, fell
splash in, with all her doll’s clean clothes in her hand. What was to be
done now? there she was, up to her chin in the nasty brown water, and
she could not get out. Old Mrs. Bigg, who was at work just by, heard the
poor child cry, and ran to help her.

“Oh, do pray take me out,” said she; “I will not do so any more!”

So she was soon pulled out, and put into a tub of warm water, for which,
you may be sure, there was much need. It was a long time ere poor Anne
ran so fast through the tan-yard again.




                            THE USEFUL DOG.


One day, as Tom Price was on his way to school, with his bag of books at
his back, he stood still to look at a fine large dog which lay in the
sun before the door of a poor man’s house.

“Take care how you go near that fierce dog,” said the gruff voice of a
man who passed by just then.

“I do not think he will hurt me,” said Tom, “if I do no harm: see, he
lets me pat his head.”

The dog got up, and seemed to like Tom to stroke him; but as soon as he
saw the man, he gave a low growl, and looked quite fierce.

“There, you see I told you right,” said the man, as he made haste away.
Just then the master of the dog came out, and sat on a bench by the
door.

“If you please,” said Tom, “what makes the dog growl at that man who
went by, while he seems so fond of me?”

“I will tell you,” said he; “he knows that that is a bad man; for one
day he got over my hedge, and stole some fruit; but the dog caught him,
and would not let him go till I went out to him.”

“What a good guard he must be!” said Tom.

“Yes,” said the man, “and I can tell you more than that; for one day a
little girl who was at play near the millstream, fell in, and might have
been drowned, had not I and my dog been near and heard her screams.”

“Did the dog jump in?” said Tom.

“Yes; and he swam down the stream after her, and brought her safe to
land. She was soon quite well; and the dog and she are now such great
friends, it is quite droll to see them.”

“I must run away now,” said Tom, “for it is my school-time. When I am a
man I hope I shall have such a dog of my own.”




                       CHARLES ROSS AND THE HAWK.


What does make little Charles Ross run so fast across that long field?
he looks as though he had a great deal to tell. Yes, see, there is his
aunt Lucy, not far off; he will soon catch her, I think. There, now he
has got up to her; but he is so out of breath he cannot speak just yet.
Aunt Lucy says something to him, let us go near and hear what it is.

“My dear boy, you should not run so fast this hot day. Pray where have
you been all this time, and what have you seen?”

[Illustration: “I aimed so well that the cap struck him, and made him
drop his prey.”]

“Oh, aunt!” says Charles, “as soon as I came from school, I went to the
farmyard to feed my fowls; and it was very well I did, for what should I
see but a cruel hawk pounce down in the midst of my poor chicks: the old
hen flew at him, and pecked him well with her beak, and shook her wings
at him, but he was too bold to care for that; so I gave a loud shout,
and flung my cap at him, just as he flew off with the white chick in his
claws. I aimed so well, that the cap struck him, and made him drop his
prey: I then ran to it, but the poor thing was quite dead, and its nice
white down was all dyed with blood. Do you know, dear aunt, I felt so
vexed that the tears came into my eyes; but then I thought I must not be
angry with the hawk, for God made it, and had taught it what sort of
food to take home to its young ones.”

Now see how pleased aunt Lucy looks, and how she kisses Charles, and
says, “I am very glad to hear you speak so, my own dear boy, and to see
that you thought of what I told you a day or two ago, that the wise and
good God has made all things well, and that He cannot err in any of His
works.”




                      GEORGE AND ROSE’S LONG WALK.


“Come,” said George King, a boy of five years old, to his sister Rose,
“come and play on the grass-plat with me. I will lend you my new ball.”

“Oh, yes,” said Rose, as she put down her doll, “that I will.”

In a short time they were tired of play; and Rose said to George, “Let
us go and see aunt Jane, we both know the way quite well.”

“It is such a long walk,” said George, “and I think there will not be
time before it grows dark.”

“Oh, yes there will;” said Rose, “and I dare say aunt Jane will send us
home in the chaise.” So she took George’s hand, and led him into the
lane, for though she was not so old as he was, she often made him do as
she pleased.

Now the way was long, and the sun was low in the sky, but George and
Rose thought no more of that. They went on over two or three fields,
till they came to a high gate.

“Now, then,” said George, “we must climb this, for I find it will not
open;” so he was soon on the other side. But Rose was so short she could
not even get to the top rail.

“Oh, what are we to do?” cried she.

“Why, if you cannot get over, Rose,” said George, “we must go back, for
there is no way but this to reach aunt Jane’s house.”

“Oh dear, oh dear!” said Rose, “why we are so near to it, I can see the
roof through the trees.”

“I cannot help it,” said George; “we must not stay here, for it will
soon be dark.”

“I am so tired!” said poor Rose, with a sigh.

“Do not think of that now,” said George, as he got off the top of the
gate on which he had sat to rest, “for we have a long way to go back,
and must make haste;” so, hand-in-hand, they set off.

In a short time they met a man that knew them well: “Ah, go home, go
home,” said he, as he shook his stick at them; “they are all in a great
fright about you.”

Poor George and Rose ran as fast as they could, for they now thought
they had done wrong to leave home.

As soon as they got to the door, Rose ran up to her grandmamma, and
said, as tears ran down her cheeks, “It was all my fault, _that_ it was;
for George did not wish to go, but I led him out.”

“No,” said George, “it was my fault too, for I knew it was wrong, and
Rose did not.”

“Well,” said their kind grandmamma, as she kissed them and dried their
eyes, “you will not do so any more, I dare say, now that you feel that
you are too young to go out alone. But it is high time you were in bed,
so run up stairs to Ann, like a good boy and girl.”




                             THE GLOW-WORM.


As John and Mary Green were on their way home from their aunt’s house,
where they had spent the day, they saw something bright in the grass by
the road-side.

“Look, look! what is that?” said John to the maid.

“Oh, I dare say it is a drop of dew which shines in the light of the
moon,” said she.

“Oh, no,” said Mary, “the moon does not shine through that thick hedge
at all: let me try to pick it up.”

“Here it is,” cried John, “I have got hold of it; but it does not shine
now: this cannot be it.”

“Do not drop it,” said Mary; “but take it home to mamma, and she will
tell us what it is.”

They now made all the haste they could: they found their mamma at the
hall-door, who was looking out for them, and told her what they had
brought.

“Oh, I dare say it is a glow-worm,” said she: “let me look at it: yes,
that it is.”

“A glow-worm! mamma,” said John and Mary, “what is that?”

“It is a small worm, which is able to send forth a light from its body,
which shines in the dark, as you saw it. This is the only insect of the
kind which is found in our isle, but there are many in other lands, and
some of them give far more light than this does. There is the fire-fly,
which, as it flits in and out of the dark bushes in the night with its
star-like light, must look very pretty.”

“Oh, how I wish I could see it!” said John.

“The men who live where the fireflies are, sometimes use them as a lamp,
to guide them from place to place.”

“How droll,” said Mary, “when you want a light, just to run into the
woods and catch one!”

“How many things there are in the world,” said John, “which I have not
heard of!”

“Yes,” said his mamma, “that is quite true; and though you should live
to be an old man, you will still have to say the same, for the earth and
the sea are full of the works of the Lord, and no life is too long in
which to learn them all.”




                             THE REED-BIRD.


“James, James, where are you gone?” said Jesse Wright.

“Hush, Jesse, here I am, quite safe,” said James. “Pray do not make such
a noise.”

“What have you found there?” said Jesse, as she spied him out deep in
the thick rushes. “Shall I come to you?”

“No, no,” said James, “that you must not: I shall soon get out, and then
I will tell you what I have seen.”

“What can it be?” thought Jesse.

While James is making his way out, let me tell you what sort of a place
it was where he and Jesse were. There was a flat field, or marsh,
through the midst of which ran a small clear brook; tall grass and
rushes grew thick and close over this marsh, and many trees marked the
course of the stream. Jesse was on the edge of the marsh when first she
lost sight of James, who had heard the chirp of a bird which was new to
him, and had crawled into the sedge to look from whence it came.

“Well,” said Jesse, “so here you are at last. What a mess you are in!”

“I do not care for that,” said James, “for I have seen something worth a
sight, and it was the first of the kind I ever saw.”

“Make haste and say what it was,” said Jesse: “was it alive?”

“Oh, yes, to be sure,” said he.

“I thought,” said Jesse, “that only frogs and toads lived in the marsh.”

“Then you thought wrong,” said James: “but if you can be still, I will
tell you what it was. While I stood here with you I heard such a strange
chirp, and as I did not know what bird’s note it was, I thought I would
try and find the nest, (not to touch it or take the eggs, of course, but
just to have a look at it.) So I crept in very still, and went to the
place from whence the sound came. In a short time I was close to it, and
there I saw such a sweet little nest! it was made of the dead leaves of
the rush and sedge, and a few pieces of dry grass, and lined with the
soft tops of the reed. And, oh, Jesse! I wish you could have seen the
eggs; there were six of them, white, with small red spots all over; such
tiny things! On the stem of a reed, close by the nest, was the hen-bird,
and her mate was not far off; but the noise you made drove them away.”

“I did not mean to do harm, dear James,” said Jesse. “I wish I had been
with you, I would have been very still then. But what is the name of the
bird?”

“Why, it must be the reed-bird,” said James, “for I have seen a print of
one, and this was just like it; and I have read of it too. It eats the
seeds of the reed, and young snails, and flies.”

[Illustration: “On the stem of a reed, close by the nest, was the
hen-bird.”]

“How large is it, James?” said Jesse.

“It is quite a small bird; but from its thick coat, and long tail and
legs, looks as large as a red-breast. Its bill is very small.”

“Oh dear,” said Jesse, “did you feel that? was it not a drop of rain?”

“Yes, that it was,” said James, “and a large drop, too: I think it will
soon pour. Come, we must run home fast, or that dark cloud will catch
us.” So they set off, and just reached their papa’s door in time.




                          A TALE OF THE NORTH.


“Shut the door, Hugh, and bring your stool to the fire-side, and I will
tell you a tale. What sort of a one must it be?” said Mrs. Stone.

“Thank you, dear mamma; a tale of the north, if you please; that cold
place, where there is so much snow and ice. I like to hear of that, when
I am snug and warm by the fire; and I feel so glad I do not live there.”

“And perhaps those whose home is in that cold land, would not change
their lot with yours. They love their close, round huts, their rough
benches, their furs and sledges, as much as we do our nice house and
fire-side, our chairs and rugs.”

“Do tell me more of them!” said Hugh.

“They are a small race of men, not more than four or five feet high,
with dark faces, deep-sunk eyes, and straight black hair. In the warm
days they live on the fruits of the chace, in the winter on the dried
flesh of the rein-deer, salt-fish, and cheese. You know I once told you
what a long, dark winter theirs is, when the sun is not seen for many
days.”

“Yes, mamma,” said Hugh, “and it must be very dull for them, poor
things. But will you tell me about the rein-deer?”

“Ah, I do not know what they would do if they had not such a friend as
the rein-deer proves to them: from it they get both milk, food, and warm
clothes. It feeds on a moss, of which there is a great deal there; and
though the snow may lie very thick upon the ground, the rein-deer can
tell where his food grows, and with his fore-feet and broad horns he
digs through the snow to get a meal.”

“Oh, mamma, how can he find it out?” said Hugh.

“The quick sense of smell with which the rein-deer is gifted, leads him
to the right spot, and he is never known to search in vain. The men yoke
them to their sledges, which glide over the smooth, hard snow at a great
rate.”

“What sort of a thing is a sledge, mamma?” said Hugh.

“It is made of birch-wood, something in the shape of a boat, about six
feet long, with a high back; and here, wrapt up in his thick furs, the
man sits as snug as can be. They drive with a cord tied to the horns of
the rein-deer, which flies over the ground at great speed, with his
light load. If you will bring me that large book from the shelf I can
show you the print of one.”

“Oh, I see it,” said Hugh, as his mamma turned over the leaves; “that is
a nice thing to ride in. But look at that man, he is so wrapt up in
furs, I can only see his eyes. What a droll cap he wears! and see,
mamma, the rein-deer has such a gay thing round his neck, with a bell
hung in front; pray is that for use or show?”

“I have read,” said Mrs. Stone, “that the rein-deer likes the sound of a
bell; and also, when four or five sledges travel at once, in the dark,
or in a snow-storm, it helps to keep them all in one track.”

“It is of no use to make roads there, for the snow would quite hide
them, would it not, mamma?” said Hugh.

“Yes, my dear, the sun and the stars guide them in the way they wish to
go; but I cannot talk to you more now, for I must write a note to your
aunt, before post-time. You may try to draw the sledge and rein-deer in
your new book, if you please; but you must take great pains.”

“Oh, yes, that I will, for I should like to draw that much, to show papa
when he comes home,” said Hugh, as he took his stool to his mamma’s
side, that she might look at his work now and then.


                                THE END.


               Joseph Rickerby, Printer, Sherbourn Lane.

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                          TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES


 1. Typos fixed; non-standard spelling and dialect retained.
 2. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.
 3. Enclosed blackletter font in =equals=.