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Vecitable MOTHER GOOSE (KA.Peymes pidtured SIMPLE SIMON met a pie-man,

by A-Brennan Going to the fairy

Simple Simon went to see Said Simple 'Simon to the pie-man:

If plums grew on a thistle; “Let me taste your ware!

He pricked his fingers very muchi,

Which made poor Simon whistle. Said the pieman to Simple Simon:

Simple Simon went a fishing, Show me first your penny;

For to catch Said Simple Simon to the picman:

a whale,

And all the water he fished in " Indeed, I haven't any."

Was in his mother's pail.




High up on one of the spurs of the Blue Ridge Mountains lived Joe and Jack Brown. Joe was fourteen and Jack was eleven. They had always lived in the mountains, and had never seen a town, a village, nor even a school-house; but there were many things the lads could do, and they were naturally smart and quick to learn. They were both excellent rifle shots and could line a bee to its hive with their bright young eyes as unerringly as could their father. They knew all about traps,

and just where and how to set them; they could



snare the partridge in the woods, and catch with a with a little dirt, and, having tied the partridge horse-hair loop the wily old trout that was too wise just over it, they turned toward home. to bite at a hook.

They had scarcely left the spot, however, when One day, when the boys were alone in the log- they were met by Snap, who had somehow escaped cabin which was their home, they heard their dog from his prison, and had lost no time in following Snap growling and barking furiously in the snow them. outside. Both boys sprang to the door and saw At the same moment the wailing cry of the wild that Snap had cornered a wild cat near the chicken- cat sounded almost in their ears from the direction coop. The dog, however, knew the nature of wild of the den. The startled boys stood still; but cats, and did not care to risk too close an encoun- Snap, not pausing even to greet his masters, ter. But when the cat spied the boys and the bounded past them with a sudden deep growl. gun in Joe's hand, it sprang from the coop and, Here, Snap- stop, sir !” called Jack, who dashing down a small ravine near the house, dis- knew that if the dog met the wild cat there would appeared from sight before Joe had a chance to be a terrible fight. But Snap was not inclined to fire at it.

stop, and the boys sprang after him. Just at the “I tell you, Joe,” said Jack; “ that 's the very edge of the overhanging rock, Jack, by throwing old chap we've heard caterwauling up in the himself at full length, managed to seize the eager woods lately. And that 's the meaning of so many dog by the collar ; while Joe, running by them, partridge feathers down in the hollow, too. Let's dropped on his knees, and brought his gun to see if we can catch the prowler.”

his shoulder. There, at the mouth of the cave, “All right,” said Joe; “I 'll get the trap, and stood the wild cat, snarling savagely as it caught you must bring along one of those partridges we sight of the boys, while its short tail stood straight snared yesterday, for bait. We can follow the out, and its furry back bristled with rage. tracks easily enough in this snow.”

Quick as the flash from the rifle, Joe aimed beAfter shutting Snap in the cabin so that he could tween the gleaming eyeballs and fired, – just as not follow them and spoil their sport, the boys Snap, breaking loose from Jack, followed the bulstarted on the trail of the wild cat, Joe carrying let, and seized the wild cat by the throat. But the gun, and Jack the trap and partridge. After Joe's marksmanship had not failed him, and the trudging along for a mile or so through the snow, wild cat was already dead. As soon as Joe had across the hollow and over fallen logs of birch and reloaded the gun, the boys jumped after the dog, hemlock, they came to a mass of overhanging and found, what they had not noticed in their rock, below which was a rocky shelf. On this pro- excitement, that the wild cat was firmly held in the jection they noticed a break in the rocks, and there trap by the fore legs. It was doubtless the snapping the tracks were lost.

of the cruel iron jaws that had brought forth the “ That's the hole that leads to its den,” said cry from the fierce animal that had so soon fallen Joe, jumping down from a log to the

cky shelf.

a victim to its greed. “Come right along with the trap, Jack.”

When the boys returned to the cabin, bringing His brother was soon at his side, and, clearing the wild cat with them, their father and mother were the snow away from the mouth of the hole, they much surprised and delighted at the pluck of their placed the trap there, prying its jaws wide apart sons. This was the boys' first exploit of the kind, with a heavy stick, and making the chain fast to a and they were rather proud that the credit of havbig hemlock near by. Then they covered the trap ing slain the wild cat belonged to themselves alone.



NED goes to the circus with Grandpa,
And sits on a nice cushioned seat,
Where he beams upon the performers
With a smile, confiding and sweet.

But after a while he grows restless,

And then he softly observes:
“ If these are preserve seats, Grandpa,

Why don't they pass the preserves ?


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Id Granny Primer
With a stout cane

Taking a walk
Down Alphabet Lane

Five jolly Fogues Amusing themselves Climbino the letters

Like so many elves Tommy uh A

Robbie on I
Gay as the morn

After a bird
Jacky on E
Blowind a horn

Dicky on o

Says not a word
But Hushy in U

Chucktes "Ho! Ho!"
And with a lonó feather
Tickles Dick's toe
Old Granny Primer

Take your stout cane
And drive the young roques
DownAlphabet Kane.





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A happy old hen met a discontented duck .

Clack clack! quack! quack! quack!
Said he "I always have the very worst of luck

Quack! quack! quack!
Said she of happiness I never lack!

Oluck! cuck! cluck!"
But what do you do when it rains all days

Quack! quaok! quack!
"I find a cosy comer and there I stay!

Cluck! Oluck! cluck!
And what do you do when the sun is hot ?

Quack! quack! quack:
“My chicks and I find a shady spot!

Cluck! cluck! cluck!
And what will you do when you're killed to be eaten?

Quack! quack! quack!
"I 'll make a potple that can't be beaten!

Cluck! cluck! cluck!

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