The Emigrant. -- Crossing the Alleghanies. -- The boundless Wilderness...

 WOLF, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the Lamb the Wolf’s right to eat him. He thus addressed him: "Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born...

"Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.    "It’s so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.    "I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff...

  "I SAY, professor?"    "Very well, Waldo; proceed."    "Wonder if this isn’t a portion of the glorious climate, broken loose from its native California, and drifting up this way on a lark?"    "If so, said lark must be roasted to a turn," declared the third (and last) member of that little party, drawing a curved forefinger across his forehead, then flirting aside sundry drops of moisture...

Chapter First: Burzee        HAVE you heard of the great Forest of Burzee? Nurse used to sing of it when I was a child...

IKTOMI AND THE DUCKS    IKTOMI is a spider fairy. He wears brown deerskin leggins with long soft fringes on either side, and tiny beaded moccasins on his feet. His long black hair is parted in the middle and wrapped with red, red bands...

  A WIGWAM of weather-stained canvas stood at the base of some irregularly ascending hills. A footpath wound its way gently down the sloping land till it reached the broad river bottom; creeping through the long swamp grasses that bent over it on either side, it came out on the edge of the Missouri.    Here, morning, noon, and evening, my mother came to draw water from the muddy stream for our household use...

-1-     YOU don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly...

   IT was very early Christmas morning, and in the stillness of the dawn, with the soft snow falling on the housetops, a little child was born in the Bird household.    They had intended to name the baby Lucy, if it were a girl; but they hadn’t expected her on Christmas morning, and a real Christmas baby was not to be lightly named -- the whole family agreed in that.    They were consulting about it in the nursery...

   ONCE there was a bad little boy whose name was Jim -- though, if you will notice, you will find that bad little boys are nearly always called James in your Sunday-school books. It was strange, but still it was true that this one was called Jim...