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BOB THE SQUIRREL.
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THE
TRAVELS
AND
EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURES
OF
BOB THE SQUIRREL.
ILLUSTRATED WITH TWELVE ENGRAVINGS
BY
Distinguished Artists.
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PHILADELPHIA:
GEO. S. APPLETON, 148 CHESTNUT STREET.
NEW YORK:
D. APPLETON & CO., 200 BROADWAY.
1847.
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1846,
BY GEO. S. APPLETON,
in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the
United States, in and for the Eastern District of
Pennsylvania.
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PREFACE.
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The following little story has been put in the
present shape by a Father; and he takes the privilege
of a Preface to say a word in behalf of
children, as REASONABLE BEINGS. Whoever will
take pains to talk to them, and to listen to and
understand what they say, and what they ask,
will find in the first much that will be worth remembering,
and in the second much that will
challenge the mature reason to answer. It is
only those who are ignorant of the capacity of infancy,
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who pronounce children uninteresting, or
who imagine it beneath the intellect of the adult
to converse with the child.
In whatever household it is made a daily practice
to hold a conversation in which the children
can participate, for an hour on each day, it will
be found that the time thus spent is more fruitful
in good influences than all the time which is devoted
to set and formal instructions can be; indeed,
such twilight conversations, if properly directed,
develope what the child daily learns, by
enabling him to apply it. Give a boy a knife,
and a girl a box of colours, and each will at once
put the present to use, and affix a value to it.
But give them a task in certain things which you
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tell them to commit to memory to apply “when
they grow up,” and they will, in spite of themselves,
forget nearly as fast as they learn, and find
the acquisition of knowledge an irksome and apparently
profitless occupation—disheartening and
disagreeable.
Converse with them daily, and you put what
they acquire to instant profit. They discover the
advantage of education, by being enabled to make
it instantly available in their conversation with
their elders. And, on the other hand, those elders
will not fail to perceive that there are aspects of
almost every subject to which children are the first
to call their attention. The little fellow in frock
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and trowsers looks under the table, while his seniors
see only the cover.
“Stories” are always interesting to children—and
are much better told than read. A very little
fancy will enable a parent, before such kind and
respectful critics as his children, to introduce
passages bearing on the conduct and character
of members of his auditory; and reproof or encouragement,
playfully conveyed in this manner,
is sure to be remembered.
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VOYAGES AND ADVENTURES || OF || BOB THE SQUIRREL.
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“Now, father! a story—a story!”
said Mr. Goodman’s children,
as their father and mother drew up
to the fire one winter evening, after
the tea-service was removed—“A
story! a story!”
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There were two children; one a
fine little girl, whose name was
Mary, the other a little boy, whose
name was Frank. He looked a
little pale, as if he had been sick,
and one of his arms was hung in a
handkerchief, which was fastened
round his neck. Why this was
done, the little reader will find
out, before the end of the book.
“Well,” said the kind father,
willing to oblige his children,
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“what shall the story be? About
a good boy?”
“No, father,” said little Mary,
“we have heard quite enough
about good boys.”
“About a bad one, then?”
“No, sir, if you please,” said
Frank. He was very much afraid
if his father began a story about
bad boys, that it might come a
great deal too near home. Histories
of bad girls and good girls
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were also objected to, and Mr.
Goodman cut the dispute short by
commencing:
“Once upon a time—”
“That’s the way you always
begin,” said Mary.
“Well, you wouldn’t have him
say ‘twice upon a time,’ would
you?” asked Frank, who tried to
be thought smart, like a great many
other boys that we see. Now if
these little folks could only hear
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with other people’s ears, how very
little wit there is in some of these
attempts to be satirical, we think
they would not be so fond of “taking
up” their brothers and sisters;
and trying to be amusing
at the expense of their neighbours.
Mr. Goodman thought all this, but
did not say it. He smiled, and
continued his story:
“Once upon a time there was
a little mischievous—”
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“Boy,” whispered Mary.
“Squirrel,” said her father, and
Frank laughed with a look of triumph
at Mary, to think he had
escaped so nicely.
“Well, this young squirrel felt
very large of his age, and was not
much disposed to listen to what
his father and mother said to
him.”
“Ho! ho!” shouted Frank—“squirrels
a-talking!”
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“The squirrel’s name was Robert,
and his playmates called him
Bob, for shortness. He was sent
to a very excellent school, and his
father and mother tried every
means to teach him to climb up in
the world; but I am sorry to say
that Master Bob was sometimes
naughty and disobedient. He paid
little attention to the entreaties
of his mother, and the good advice
of his father, but was continually
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running away, and getting into all
manner of troubles and difficulties.
His father and mother lived
in a very large and respectable old
oak, where he might have been as
happy as the day is long. Close
to this oak was a large lake—”
“Such a one as our Frank went
sailing upon?” asked Mary.
“Very much, I dare say,” said
the father, and went on with the
story.
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“There were plenty of fine
apple and nut trees near his home,
and a delightful large playground
for Master Bob, all round the
tree. Robert’s father and mother
always loved to see him playing
here where he was safe and happy,
for he was their only son.”
“Had he a sister?” asked
Mary.
“Yes,” replied Mr. Goodman,
“one.”
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“Oh, I say this is not fair, father!”
cried Frank.
“What?” asked his father.
“Oh, you know what I mean,”
answered Frank, pretending to be
very much displeased, although he
was really as anxious to hear the
rest as his sister Mary was. The
parents exchanged pleased glances,
and Mr. Goodman continued:
“The peaceable life of a well-disposed
and well-behaved young
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squirrel did not seem to suit the
temper and disposition of Master
Bob. He was continually running
away from home, and putting his
good father and mother in trouble
to know what had become of him;
and at last he wished, like some
bad boys I have heard of, that he
could get away from the care and
control of his parents altogether.
He saw that some wild young
squirrels of his acquaintance,
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whose friends did not do their
duty by them, were left to go
when they pleased, and come home
when it suited them; and he desired,
in search of the largest liberty,
to go to sea.”
“Oh father!” interrupted Mary,
“that’s what Frank is always a-saying!”
Frank gave his sister a look
which was intended to be very
cross; but it ended in a laugh,
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and Mr. Goodman went on with
the story.
“The little squirrel thought he
should like to take a trip over the
lake. He was tired, he said, of
always seeing the same trees, and
the same green grass, and he
wanted to find out what the rest
of the world was made of. His
father and mother charged him
not to go, and his father warned
him that he would meet in the
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world many artful and cruel enemies,
and that he was too young
to guard against danger. Master
Bob, who thought he knew what
was right, was fully determined
upon going. Wilful boys—”
“Boys, father?” interrupted
Frank, with a curious look.
“Squirrels, I should say,” answered
his father; “but boys are
just as bad.
“Wilful and naughty young
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squirrels are never willing to listen
to the advice of their elders, but
choose to try for themselves. So
when Master Bob found he could
not get permission, he determined
to go without. He stole away
from home, and making a raft or
boat out of the bark of a willow,
loaded it with nuts as his provision.
He then launched his boat,
and skipped on board, with as
much importance as the rocking
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of his crazy vessel would permit.
His parents, who discovered what
he was doing too late to stop him,
called after him; but he paid no
heed, and his father then told him
that he really hoped he would
meet difficulty enough to bring
him back home, in his senses.”
“Be still!” shouted Frank to
his sister.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
asked Mrs. Goodman.
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“Mary might look at father,
when he is talking, and quit
laughing at me!”
“The old squirrels, when they
found they could not check their
undutiful child, ran up into the
branches of their tree, to see him
fairly off. Notwithstanding his
undutiful behaviour, they hoped
he would learn good from his travels.
The bad conduct of children
makes parents bitterly grieve,
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but cannot kill their affection.
Captain Robert Squirrel, as the
vain Master Bob now styled himself,
hoisted his sail with great
pomposity—”
“What is pomposity, father?”
inquired Frank.
“Why, parade, or dignity, or
consequence; or, as you boys say,
brag; such as a little fellow I
know of shows, when he has his
tin sword, his wooden musket, and
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his noisy drum, all at once, and
fancies himself a whole regiment,
with a band of music.”
“Oh, is that all?” asked Frank;
“I thought pomposity might be a
name for the mast.”
Father laughed and tried to go
on with the story; but Frank was
curious now to know what kind
of a sail the squirrel had.
“Why, it was a sail au naturel,
as the French would say; a domestic
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arrangement entirely, which
Bob always took with him, wherever
he went. And, by the way, my
dear children,” said Mr. Goodman,
“we cannot too much admire the
goodness of God in furnishing the
lower animals with the quality
called instinct. Man has reason
for his guide, because he is called
upon to act as a responsible being.”
“What is responsible, father?”
asked Frank.
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“Well, really, the more I explain,
the deeper I get into difficulty,”
said Mr. Goodman, smiling.
“A responsible being is one who
knows right from wrong, and will
be held to answer for what he
does; now, animals are not responsible—”
“Why, then,” asked Mary, “do
people whip horses?”
“Because instinct leads horses
to fear blows; and therefore, instinct
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makes them shun what has
caused them a whipping before.
But if I do not make haste, we
shall not get done with the story
until bed-time.
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“Bob crossed his paws knowingly
before him, and had nothing
to do but sit still, and be blown
along. It was now fine weather
with Captain Robert. He looked
upon the sky, and the water, and
the shore, as if they all belonged
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to him, and he was merely taking
a voyage of survey over his possessions.
Every thing attracted
his attention; and he made himself
very happy, and very much at
home in his excursion.
“The fine weather continued
for two days and two nights, and
Captain Robert Squirrel breakfasted,
dined, and supped at his
own hours, and helped himself
first, because there was nobody
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else to eat. He thought it was
mighty fine not to have to wait
until his elders were served, and
only wondered that he could have
been willing to submit so long to
his parents, when, by launching
out into the world, he could be so
much more of a hero, and his own
master besides.”
Mrs. Goodman here watched
her son’s eyes, and found by their
animated expression that Master
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Frank was very much, just now,
of the opinion of Captain Robert.
Once, indeed, Frank’s lips parted,
as if to speak; but he wisely
thought he would wait, and hear
a little more of the squirrel’s adventures,
before he committed
himself.
“This was all very fine,” continued
Mr. Goodman, “but, unluckily,
sailors have not the direction
of the weather. If they had,
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any old lady might go to sea, without
losing the starch from her
nightcap, and any rattle-headed
boy could launch away, whenever
he was tired of his own good home.
On the third day, a furious storm
spoiled his breakfast. Heigho!
thought Bob, this is life, and something
like! So he kept all sail
spread, in defiance of wind and
weather, and fancied he was going
ahead at a fine rate. But at last
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his pride was upset; Captain Robert,
provisions, and all, were
spilt into the water, and his little
boat was made a complete wreck.
He had to swim for it; and if his
father had not taught him how, he
would have been in a sad plight.
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“Captain Robert did not feel
like Captain any more, but like
plain Bob, and very sorry at that,
and heartily did he wish that he
was safe and sound at home again,
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and in the tree he used to despise
so much. Thoroughly broken
down, tired, and almost dead with
cold, he succeeded, at last, in getting
to the shore.
“But it requires a great deal to
teach wisdom to a discontented
squirrel, or to a disobedient boy.
So the shipwrecked Captain Robert
hardly found himself safe on
land, before his vanity returned
again; and he was rather pleased
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than otherwise to have a shipwreck
to boast of. What matters
a little drenching? he said. What
great squirrel ever went free of
dangers? How many famous navigators
have been cast upon unknown
shores!
“But while he tried to make
light of his misfortunes, and to
laugh at his distress, night came,
and found him unprovided with
food and lodging. The disobedient
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child, who could treat with
contempt the tears of his mother,
was not able to put aside, so easily,
the cravings of his stomach; and
Bob, like many naughty boys, began
to think how convenient it
would be to have parents, if he
could only neglect them always,
except when he wanted to eat or
to sleep. He turned his steps toward
a neighbouring forest, and
was fortunate enough to encounter
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there a kind old lady in Dame
Rabbit.
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“She saw that he was a runaway,
by his looks; but, good and
obliging creature that she was, she
knew that even a runaway must
eat. So Captain Robert, with all
his pride and dignity, was glad to
accept the hospitality and bounty
of the poor old dame; just as I
have known some other children
to run away from home, where
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they had plenty to eat, and a nice
bed to sleep in, and to trespass
upon the charity of those who
have enough to do to provide for
their own.”
“Has black Jane any children?”
asked little Mary.
“Ask Frank,” said his mother,
“I believe he has spent a night
there.”
Poor Frank! He made no answer
to this teasing, and Mr.
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Goodman again resumed the narrative.
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“Dame Rabbit gave him a nice
supper, and a comfortable lodging,
and in the morning Bob took
leave of his kind hostess, and determined
upon climbing a high
hill which he saw at a distance.
Now browsing a little on the grass,
as boys pick apples or berries by
the way; now smoothing his fur
a little, which had suffered some
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in the shipwreck, as runaways
scrape off a little mud at a time;
and now staring about him, as
truants generally do, to divert
their conscience from its reproaches,
Bob found the sun already
set, when he reached the
top of the hill. There he was,
without any supper, too late to go
back, and not a tree in sight in
which he could make his bed for
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“He began to think that the
independence for which he had
longed was no such very desirable
thing, after all; and he thought
of the times when he so very foolishly
ran off at bed-time, and put
his good mother to so much trouble
to compel him to take his own
comfortable rest. What could he
do? All his boasted freedom
could not help him, and he was
too happy when he discovered the
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residence of Sir Hare, of whom
he very penitently begged supper
and lodging. Sir Hare looked
very curiously at him—”
“Did he tell him he would send
him to jail, as a little vagrant?”
asked Mary.
“Why, what put that in your
head, child?” said her father.
“Oh, nothing; only it’s what
Squire Jones—”
“Do be still interrupting!”
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shouted Frank. “We can’t take
any sense of father’s story.”
“We, indeed,” said Mrs. Goodman,
laughing till she almost cried,
while Mr. Goodman continued:
“Sir Hare looked very earnestly
and suspiciously at the young wanderer.
If he had given him what
he needed most, Bob would have
been warmed with a good whipping;
but as people are not very
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duty, Master Bob did not receive
what would have done him more
good than his supper. If he had
been severely punished that night
by Sir Hare, he might have humbly
asked to be sent home to his
parents.
“But as Master Bob did not
receive the whipping he merited,
his supper and comfortable lodging
made him as bold and foolish
as ever. Having found a lodging
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two nights with the charitable, he
thought now that all he had to do
was to enjoy himself all day, and
trust to fortune that some good
animal would give him a bed at
night. So he wandered and capered
about, as the whim took
him, roving here, wandering there,
and taking as little thought or
care of himself as if he had his
mother at hand, to run home to,
as soon as he needed rest.
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“Before noon, however, he was
pretty well tired and rather hungry.
The chance food that runaways
pick up is not like the wholesome
fare that children receive at
home, and in Bob’s hunger, he
stumbled upon some articles which
made him sick. Young gentlemen
are very apt to think that their
mothers do not know much, and
that their fathers are very little
wiser; but if Bob’s mother had
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been with him he would not have
poisoned himself with wild ivy.”
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“Wild ivy!” said Mary, laughing,
and pinching her brother’s
elbow, “that’s what Frank ate!”
“Oh quit!” cried Frank, and
his father went on again.
“Weary, and not quite so confident,
Master Bob wandered about
in the afternoon, and soon began
to have his fears whether a lodging
was to be had that night for
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the asking. He met no respectable
animal to take pity on the
runaway, and although a snake or
two would have been glad to have
taken him in, he happened to
know enough to think their kindness
would not have been much
to his profit.
“An obliging porcupine did indeed
offer him part of her den,
assuring him he would not be at
all in the way. But Bob soon
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found that if he was not in the
way of the porcupines, they were
very much in his, with their sharp
quills, and he was obliged to take
to the open air for it.
“To add to his discomfort, it
rained smartly. Crouched down
in the grass, soaking wet, and
half frozen, Captain Bob would
very gladly have given up his freedom,
for shelter in his mother’s
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“He did not cling to his cold
lodgings very long after daybreak,
though like some other young people,
he used to like very well to
cling to his bed, after the breakfast
bell had rung at home.”
“Oh ho!” cried Frank, “breakfast
bells in a rabbit’s nest!”
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“Spirit-broken and cowed, at
early dawn he recommenced his
wanderings. The storm continued
through the whole day. The
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country was deserted and wild.
Not a tree afforded food or shelter,
and scanty indeed was the
fare that the poor squirrel could
find.
“Completely cured of his desire
to travel, Captain Robert would
gladly have taken the way back
to his own green forest, and his
father’s house. He looked on
every side for some friend who
might direct him,—but who would
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be strolling about in such weather
as this, except foolish, disobedient,
wandering Robert?
“Troubles never come singly
to the truant; and while our poor
squirrel was looking for the way
home, and thinking of nothing
else, he came very near being
saved the trouble of looking further.
“A hungry, mischievous fox,
saw and almost caught him. In
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spite of his fatigue and hunger,
unlucky Bob had to skip for it
now. The fox was too fast for
him on the level ground, and
Master Robert just saved his distance,
by running fleetly up some
ragged rocks, where the fox could
not follow.
“Here was a pretty case for
Robert the bold captain, who despised
danger, and laughed at the
tears of his mother, and the warnings
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of his father. His fine bushy
tail dragging on the wet earth, his
paws torn and bleeding with running
among the sharp stones, and
not a bit of food, or a drop of
drink, to be found on the barren
rock to which he had been compelled
to betake himself for
safety.”
“Was the fox a hound, father?”
asked Mary.
“No, child, I imagine not,” answered
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Mr. Goodman, “A hound
is a dog.”
“Oh, that’s what I mean—a
dog fox—no, a fox-hound,” said
Mary, clapping her little hands.
“It was Squire Jones’s fox-hounds
that chased our Frank up into the
hay-loft.”
“Captain Robert Squirrel’s
plight was a bad one, indeed,”
continued Mr. Goodman. “He
feared to descend, cold, shivering,
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and all exposed as he was; for
though he could not see the fox,
who could tell out of what hole
his cunning and watchful enemy
would pop, to seize him? And
if he stayed where he was, the
chances were that he would die of
cold and hunger.
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[Illustration: Bob pursued by a Fox.]
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“Now, then, Bob was compelled
to confess his faults, and to own
to himself how foolish and wicked
he had been, while every moment
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he imagined his foe was watching
his distress from some sly corner,
and making up his mind what
sauce was best to eat squirrels
with.
“‘Oh, dear!’ sobbed the poor
runaway, ‘if I was only at home,
in my native forest, and in my
father’s tree, I would never run
away again, nor wander off from
my parents! There is the hole
in the old oak, my mother’s cupboard,
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all filled with apples and
nuts, and nice acorns for a relish,
and they have no need to-day to
wet so much as the tips of their
ears in the rain! And here am
I, half-drowned, and starving besides!
There is my comfortable
bed of dry, sweet leaves, and no
dangers near it, while here I must
run for my life, without a tree to
take refuge in, and no rest for my
weary limbs, and no sleep for my
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eyelids! Oh, my dear, wise father!
what a wicked fool I was to
scorn your advice! Oh, my poor,
dear mother! How much better
I should have fared, if I had
minded your entreaties!’
“All his tears, however, did not
help the matter any, but rather
made it worse. The more he
thought of his home, the worse
the present place seemed; and
the more he lamented himself, the
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more his conscience smote him.
While he was thus deploring his
folly, and nearly blind with grief,
an enemy came from a new and
unexpected quarter.
“A raven, who, like the poor
squirrel, was half famished, made
a dive after him; and Bob, who
had taken a high place to get
away from the beast, was glad to
hurry down to escape the talons
of the bird.
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“Away he scampered, and the
raven after him; fear giving him
new strength, and the terror of
the raven making him forget the
fox.
“But that hungry gentleman,
who had merely taken a nap with
one eye open, while he waited for
the squirrel to come down from
his perch, was awakened by the
outcry which was made by the
pursuer and the pursued, and the
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poor squirrel found himself in a
double danger. The fox was at
his heels, and the raven was over
his head. If there had been a
tree by which he could have got
away from the fox, it would not
have saved him from the raven;
and if there had been a hole which
would have protected him from
the bird, the beast would have
followed him into it.
“Which of the two deaths he
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would die seemed now the only
choice left for him; and the raven
at last settled that matter, by
catching him up, and giving him
a sail in the air, as an offset to
his former sail on the water.
“Master Reynard, the fox, was
sadly disappointed at thus losing
his dinner, and ran along underneath
them several rods, in the
hope that the raven would find
the load too much, and let poor
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Bob down again, to be welcomed
by his foxship’s fine rows of sharp
teeth.
“But there was no such good
luck that day for the fox. The
squirrel, weak, and famished, and
unresisting, was an easy burthen
for the raven. Away she flew,
over mountain and valley, and
rock and field, making herself
quite happy, in the expectation of
the fine treat the squirrel would
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afford her young ones. There is,
however, many a slip betwixt cup
and lip.
“An eagle, who had watched
the whole affair, thought he would
have a word in the matter. The
King of Birds determined to seize
both the captor and captive; so,
sweeping along, he gave the raven
a furious blow, but missed half
his prize. The raven let poor
Bob go, and down he went, down,
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down, down. Happily, the eagle
left off hunting the squirrel, to
pursue the raven.”
“What was Bob thinking of,
when he was falling?” asked
Frank.
“I declare! What a child!”
cried Mary. “As if any body
could think, when he was falling!”
“But they can, though, Miss
Mary,” said Frank, “and I know
it!”
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“How?” asked his father.
“Why, when I was falling from
the loft—”
“Where the fox-hounds had
chased you?” asked Mrs. Goodman.
Frank blushed as he answered
“Yes, mother.” And then he
added, “I thought a thousand
years in one minute!”
Father and mother, and Mary,
and even Frank, had a hearty
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laugh, and then Mr. Goodman
went on with the story.
“Fortunately for Bob—or, I
ought to say, providentially, for
Providence takes care even of the
naughty, and gives them a chance
to try again, when they are really
sorry, and mean to do better—providentially
for the squirrel, he
fell into a thick tree, where he
lodged, and the leaves and
branches concealed him from his
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cruel enemy. He was torn, and
bloody, and weak, and could only
use one fore paw, for the other
was broken.”
“Ho!” shouted little Frank,
“Now I say you ar’n’t fair!—You
said you wouldn’t tell my
story!”
“But you are not a squirrel,
Frank,” said his mother, laughing.
“Besides, I did not hear your father
make any such promise.”
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“Well,” said Frank, a little
puzzled, “he looked the promise.”
“You are a physiognomist,
Frank,” said his father, smiling.
“No, sir, I am sure I am not,”
said Frank; “but, what kind of
a person is a phys—say it again,
father! I know I can’t be one,
because I can’t tell what it
means.”
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“It is one who reads faces,
Frank; and children and dogs are
the best in the world.”
“Oh, let’s have the rest of the
story, father,” said little Mary.
“Well,” the father resumed,
“Bob fell asleep with fatigue, and
the stunning effect of the fall.
When he opened his eyes, what
was his joy to find himself in his
own little bed. His father was
near him, and his mother, who
was glad to get her little bad
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child back, sat at the foot of the
bed, with her hands to her eyes,
crying.
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[Illustration: Bob at Home again.]
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“They had so much pity for
him, that they did not speak one
word of reproof, because they
thought he had suffered enough.
The doctor came, and hurt him
more in setting his arm—”
“Arm, father?” said Frank.
“Paw, I mean. The doctor
hurt Bob more than he hurt himself
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in falling; but he behaved
like a little hero, and promised
never, never, never to run away
any more!”
“Did he keep the promise?”
asked little Mary.
“We don’t know,” answered her
mother, “but have got to see, yet.”
“There! there!” said Frank,
“I knew it would turn out to
be me! Didn’t I run away, and
take John Dory’s boat?”
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“And get upset,” said his sister.
“And swim to land, like a good
fellow,” said Frank.
“And beg a lodging and supper,
half-drowned and half-starved,
of old black Jane,” added Mary.
“And get chased by Squire
Jones’s dogs,” said Frank.
“Up into the hay-loft,” added
Mary.
“And fall and break my arm,”
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said Frank, with a look at his
now useless limb in the handkerchief.
“Yes, my poor boy,” said his
father, drawing Frank between
his knees, and parting the hair
affectionately over his forehead.
“All these mishaps certainly befell
you, in consequence of your
playing truant.
“I read this little story I have
been telling you, a great many
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years ago, when I was a little boy,
as you are now. When I began
to-night, I was going to tell it as
I read it, as near as I could recollect;
but it seemed to make so
much amusement for you all, that
I altered it a little as I went
along.
“You have suffered severely
for disobedience; but you must
thank your Father in Heaven for
preserving your life, and for giving
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you a lesson in your youth, which
you will never forget, I hope, let
you live as long as you may.”
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And now, having heard the father’s
story, and the children’s
comments, let us hope that the
lesson will not be lost upon any
of our little readers. Children
look only to present amusement,
being unable, even if they desired
so to do, to understand causes, or
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to predict consequences. They
may always feel sure that what
their parents enjoin, is the result
of knowledge and experience;
and they are in duty bound to
have so much confidence in those
who have them in charge, as to
obey without hesitation and without
doubt.
The story of Robert the Squirrel
is what is called a Fable; and
it relates things which could not
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be true of a squirrel, but which
may be true of little boys and
girls.
The instinct of the young squirrel
leads him to do what is best
without so much instruction from
his parents as little boys and
girls need; but our reason, while
it shows us how to do right, is
apt often to invent excuses for us
when we do wrong.
As children live longer, they
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discover every day the cause of
prohibitions and directions which
they could not understand when
they were given. There are many
things of which the best of us
have to be ashamed as we grow
older; but among these, obedience
and kindness to parents never are
found.
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THE END.
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PUBLISHED BY
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BY MRS. JERRAM.
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WASTE NOT, WANT NOT;
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CONTAINING
“WASTE NOT, WANT NOT,” “LAZY LAWRENCE,” AND “THE
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THE CHILD’S OWN STORY BOOK:
OR
TALES AND DIALOGUES FOR THE NURSERY.
BY MRS. JERRAM,
(Late Jane Elizabeth Holmes.)
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Illustrated with numerous Engravings. Elegantly bound, with gold
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Price 50 Cents.
Author’s Preface.—In writing the following pages, my most
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kindly and affectionate feelings towards each other, submission and
loving confidence towards their parents, and reverence and love
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objects, most of which must be familiar to every child. The language
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three years old may understand it.
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‘This simple white blossom is like a good little child, dwelling
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of meekness, in the deep valley of submission. Such a little one will
the Lord of Heaven behold and love.’
Wayward as we ourselves may be, we wish that our children may
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put the ‘Child’s Own Story Book’ in their hands; they will imbibe
knowledge and strengthen virtue by the perusal of it.“—Courier and
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hands of their children.”—Banner of the Cross.
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A NEW BOOK OF FAIRY TALES.
THE
PRIZE STORY BOOK,
CONSISTING
CHIEFLY OF TALES,
TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN, FRENCH, AND ITALIAN;
TOGETHER WITH
SELECT TALES FROM THE ENGLISH.
ILLUSTRATED WITH NUMEROUS ENGRAVINGS FROM NEW DESIGNS
One thick volume, 16mo., neatly bound in cloth gilt.
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They approve themselves naturally to all classes of readers.
They compose a part of the literature of all nations—and that the
most ancient and most rational part. They form a delightful portion
of every well informed person’s recollections of childhood. They
have become like the classical mythology of Greece and Rome, the
subject of allusions throughout all modern literature. Every well
read scholar understands these allusions, and every young person
should qualify himself to understand them by reading the stories,
while the memory is fresh and strong.
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LUCY AND ARTHUR;
A BOOK FOR CHILDREN.
ILLUSTRATED WITH NUMEROUS ENGRAVINGS.
Elegantly bound in muslin.
PRICE FIFTY CENTS.
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Contents.—I. The Nursery. II. The Little Black Pony. III. The
Little Gardens. IV. The Day’s Work. V. The Walk. VI. Mamma’s
Stories. VII. Papa’s Stories. VIII. Sunday.
“This is a book in advance of the ‘Very Little Tales,’ and intended
for older lads and misses, to whom it will doubtless prove an
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BOOKSELLER, PUBLISHER AND IMPORTER,
No. 148 CHESTNUT STREET,
OPPOSITE THE ARCADE,
PHILADELPHIA,
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CHILDE HAROLD’S PILGRIMAGE;
A Romaunt.
BY LORD BYRON.
One Volume, 16mo. Beautifully illustrated with eight Engravings.
Elegantly printed on the finest paper; and bound
in splendid binding.
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Childe Harold, undoubtedly the greatest poem of its noble author,
will exist as an imperishable monument of his genius, and be admired
as long as there remains a love of the true and beautiful in poetry.
Had it been the only poem that Byron ever wrote, he would still have
ranked amongst the first of English poets.
From its acknowledged merit and great popularity, it is surprising
that a handsome edition should not have appeared before in the American
market. To supply this obvious want, and to furnish a splendid
present at a small price, which would be acceptable to every one, has
been the aim of the publisher. The present edition is issued in a
convenient and beautiful 16mo. size, printed with new, clear type, on
paper of the finest quality manufactured expressly for it. The illustrations,
eight in number, are taken from the edition de luxe, published
by Murray in London, designed by the first artists, and are the most
beautiful wood engravings ever executed in this country. The binding,
either in cloth, silk, or morocco, is executed in the very best and
most tasty style. The book is truly
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SKETCHES
OF
IRISH CHARACTER;
BY MRS. S. C. HALL.
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Splendidly illustrated with 60 engravings on steel and wood, engraved
in the finest style. One volume, royal 8vo. Richly bound in cloth,
extra gilt edges, $3 50, or magnificently bound in morocco, $4 00.
With the steel engravings coloured, $4 50.
Of these delightful sketches it is almost unnecessary to speak, as
the extensive sale of the work, and the unqualified praise it has received
both in England and this country, have now classed it among
standard works of its class. For profound knowledge of the Irish character,
for depth of thought, for sprightliness and vivacity of style, for
a deep knowledge of the main springs of the human heart either excited
by love or anger, and for the art of touching the soul and exciting
the sympathy of the reader for her heroes or heroines in her tales of
passion and violence, these sketches stand unrivalled, drawn by a
woman, and in such a style as only a woman of so great power as Mrs.
Hall could do. The illustrations, typography, and binding, are in
keeping with the high character of the book, and render it
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.it Unbalanced quotation marks were left as the author intended.
.it Typographical errors were silently corrected.
.it Spelling was made consistent when a predominant \
form was found in this book; otherwise it was not changed.
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