 In the Beacon Second Reader, the author has chosen for his stories only those of recognized literary merit, and while it has been necessary to rearrange and sometimes rewrite them for the purpose of simplification, yet he is endeavored to retain the spirit which has served to endear these ancient tales to the children of all ages. The fairy story appeals particularly to children who were in the second school year. It has been proved by our ableist psychologists that at about this period of development children are especially susceptible to the stimulus of the old folklore. They are in fact passing through the stage which corresponds to the dawn of the human race, when demons, dragons, fairies, and hobgoblins were as firmly believed in as rivers and mountains. As a test of this theory, the author asked hundreds of second grade and third grade school children to recall the stories which they had read during the preceding year, and to express their preferences. The choice of more than ninety percent proved to be either folklore stories, pure and simple, or such tales as contained the folklore element. To be sure, children like other stories, but they respond at once with sparkling eyes and animated voices when the fairy tale is suggested. How unwise, therefore, it is to neglect this powerful stimulus which lies ready at our hands. Even a pupil who is naturally slow will wade painfully and laboriously through a fairy story, while he would throw down in disgust an account of the sprouting of the bean or the mining of coal. It can hardly be questioned, moreover, that the real culture which the child derives from these literary classics is far greater than that which he would gain from the information stories so common in the average second and third readers. Chapter 1 of the Beacon's Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Shoemaker and the Elves A shoemaker and his wife lived in a little house on the edge of a wood. They were very, very poor, and each day they grew poorer and poorer. At last there was nothing left in the house but leather for one pair of shoes. I will cut out this last pair of shoes, the shoemaker said to his wife. Tomorrow I will sew them and peg them. So he cut out the leather and left it on his bench. The next morning he went into his shop to make the shoes. What did he see? A pair of shoes all nicely made and ready to be sold. The stitches were so fine and the shoes so well made that they were quickly sold. With the money the poor shoemaker bought leather for two pairs of shoes. Then he said to his wife, I will cut out the leather for two pairs of shoes. Tomorrow I will sew them and peg them. So he cut out the leather for the shoes and left it on his bench. The next morning when he went into his shop to make the shoes, what did he find? Yes, there were two pairs of shoes already made. The work was so well done that those shoes were also sold very quickly. With the money the poor shoemaker bought enough leather for four pairs of shoes. Those he also cut out and left upon his bench. The next morning he found four pairs of beautiful shoes all well made. And so it went on and on. Instead of being a very poor shoemaker he became a very rich shoemaker. His shoes were so well made that even the queen herself wore them. At last the shoemaker said to his wife, We must find out who makes the shoes. So one bright moonlight night they hid behind a curtain where they could watch the bench and not be seen. Just on the stroke of midnight two little elves jumped through the window. They went skipping and dancing up to the bench. Sitting cross-legged they took up the leather and began to work. How their needles flew back and forth, back and forth. How their little hammers beat. Wrap a tap-tap, wrap a tap-tap. Almost before the shoemaker and his wife could think the work was all done. The tiny elves ran about skipping and dancing, skipping and dancing. Then whisk. Quick as a wink they were gone. The next morning the good shoemaker said to his wife, What can we do for those dear little elves? I should like very much to make some clothes for them, said his wife. They were almost naked. If you will make their coats I will make them some shoes, said the shoemaker. Their little feet were bare. When the clothes and shoes were ready they were put upon the bench. The shoemaker and his wife again hid behind the curtain. Just as before when the clock struck twelve, in jumped the tiny elves. They went skipping and dancing, skipping and dancing to their work. They saw the little coats, the tiny stockings, and the neat little shoes. They clapped their hands for joy. Then slipping on their clothes, they skipped hand in hand out of the window. The shoemaker and his wife never saw the little elves again, but after that night good luck seemed always to be with them. End of Chapter 1 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 2 of The Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. THE SHIP I saw a ship assailing, assailing on the sea, and oh it was all laden with pretty things for thee. There were comfits in the cabin, and apples in the hold, the sails were made of silk, and the masts were made of gold. The four and twenty sailors that stood between the decks were four and twenty white mice with chains about their necks. The captain was a duck with a jacket on his back, and when the ship began to move the captain said, quack quack. End of Chapter 2 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 3 of The Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. THE WOLF AND THE SEVEN YOUNG KIDS There was once an old goat who had seven little kids. She loved them all as much as any mother ever loved her children. One day the old goat wished to go into the woods to get food for her kids. Before she started she called them all to her and said, Dear children, I am going into the woods. Now do not open the door while I am away. If the old wolf should get into our hut, he would eat you all up and not a hair would be left. You can easily tell him by his rough voice and his black feet. Dear mother, cried all the young kids, we will be very careful not to let the old wolf in. You need not think of us at all, for we shall be quite safe. So the old goat went on her way into the dark woods. She had not been gone long when there came a loud wrap at the door and a voice cried. Open the door, my dear children, I have something here for each of you. But the young kids knew by the rough voice that this was the old wolf. So one of them said, We shall not open the door. Our mother's voice is soft and gentle. Your voice is rough. You are a wolf. The old wolf ran away to a shop, where he ate a piece of white chalk to make his voice soft. Then he went back to the goat's hut and wrapped at the door. He spoke in a soft voice and said, Open the door for me, my dear children, I am your mother. But the oldest little goat thought of what his mother had said. If you are our mother, put your foot on the window sill that we may see it. When the wolf had done this, all the little goats cried out, No, you are not our mother. We shall not open the door. Our mother's feet are white and yours are black. Go away, you are the wolf. Then the wolf went to the millers and said to him, Mr. Miller, put some flour on my foot, for I have hurt it. The miller was so afraid of the wolf that he did as he was told. Then the wicked wolf went to the goat's house again and said, Open the door, dear children, for I am your mother. Show us your foot, said the little kids. So the wolf put his one white foot on the window sill. When the little kids saw that it was white, they thought this was really their mother and they opened the door. In jumped the ugly old wolf and all the little kids ran to hide themselves. The first hid under the table, the second in the bed, the third in the oven, the fourth in the kitchen, the fifth in the cupboard, the sixth under the wash tub, and the seventh, who was the smallest of all, in the tall clock. The wolf quickly found and gobbled up all but the youngest who was in the clock. Then the wolf, who felt sleepy, went out and lay down on the green grass. Soon he was fast asleep. Not long after this the old goat came home from the woods. Oh, what did she see? The house door was wide open, the tables and chairs were upset, the wash tub was broken in pieces, and the bed was tipped over. Where are my dear children? cried the poor goat. At last she heard a little voice crying. Dear mother, here I am in the tall clock. The old goat helped the little goat out. Soon she learned how the wolf had eaten her dear children. Then she went out of the hut and there on the grass lay the wolf, sound asleep. As the goat looked at the wicked old wolf, she thought she saw something jumping about inside him. Ah, she said, it may be that my poor children are still alive. So she sent the little kid into the house for a pair of scissors and a needle and some thread. She quickly cut a hole on the side of the wicked old wolf. At the first snip of the scissors one of the kids stuck out his head. As the old goat cut more and more heads popped out, at last all six of the kids jumped out upon the grass. They went hopping and skipping about their mother. Then the old goat said to them, go and bring me some large stones from the brook. The seven little kids ran off to the brook and soon came back with seven large stones. They put these stones inside the wicked old wolf. The old goat sewed up the wolf's side, so gently and quietly that he did not wake up nor move. When at last the wicked wolf did wake up, the great stones inside him made him feel very heavy. He was thirsty too, so he walked down to the brook to drink. The stones were so heavy that they tipped him over the edge of the bank into the deep water and he was drowned. End of Chapter 3 They didn't think. Once a trap was baited with a piece of cheese, it tickled so a little mouse it almost made him sneeze. An old rat said, there's danger, be careful where you go. Nonsense said the other, I don't think you know. So he walked in boldly, nobody in sight. First he took a nibble, then he took a bite. Close the trap together, snapped as quick as wink, catching mousey fast there, because he didn't think. Once there was a robin, lived outside the door, who wanted to go inside and hop upon the floor. No, no, said the mother, you must stay with me. Little birds are safest sitting in a tree. I don't care, said robin, and gave his tail a fling. I don't think the old folks know quite everything. Down he flew and kitty seized him before he'd time to blink. Oh, he cried, I'm sorry, but I didn't think. End of Chapter 4 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 5 of The Beacon's Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Tom Thumb In the days of King Arthur there lived a wise man named Merlin. He knew all the fairies and where they lived, even the fairy queen was a friend of his. Once while he was travelling night overtook him in a deep forest. He rapped at the door of a small cottage and asked for some food. Merlin looked so hungry and poor that the farmer and his wife took pity on him. They not only gave him a bowl of milk with some brown bread, but they said he might stay through the night. Merlin saw that in spite of their pleasant cottage both the farmer and his wife were very sad. Why are you sad? asked Merlin. You seem to have a good firm, a pleasant cottage, and many things to make you happy. Ah! said the woman. We are unhappy because we have no child. I should be the happiest woman in the world if I had a son. Why, even if he were no bigger than my husband's thumb, we should love him dearly. That would be indeed a very strange kind of child, said Merlin, but I hope you may have your wish. Now Merlin was on his way to call on the queen of the fairies when he came to her castle the next day. He told the fairy queen the wish of the farmer's wife. The queen of the fairies said, The good woman shall have her wish. I will give her a son no larger than her husband's thumb. Soon after this the good farmer's wife had a son. He was indeed just the size of his father's thumb. People came from far and wide to see the tiny boy. One day the fairy queen and some other fairies came to see him. The queen kissed the little boy and named him Tom Thumb. Each of the other fairies made Tom a gift. He had a shirt made of silk from a spider's web, a coat of thistle down, a hat made from the leaf of an oak, tiny shoes made from a mouse's skin, and many other gifts besides. Tom never grew any larger than a man's thumb, but he could do many clever tricks. One day his mother was mixing a pudding. Tom leaned over the edge of the bowl to see how it was made. He slipped and in he went, head first. His mother did not see him fall and kept stirring and stirring the pudding. Tom could not see nor hear, but he kicked and kicked inside the pudding. The pudding moved and tossed about. His mother was afraid. She did not know what to think. There must be witches in it, she said. She went to the window to throw the pudding out. Just then a poor beggar was passing by the house. Here is pudding you may have, if you like, said Tom's mother. The beggar thanked her and put it into his basket. He had not gone very far when Tom got his head out of the pudding and shouted in a shrill voice, Take me out, take me out! The poor beggar was so frightened that he dropped his basket, pudding and all, and ran off as fast as he could. Tom crawled out of the pudding, climbed out of the basket and ran home. His mother washed him and put him to bed. Not long after this, Tom's mother took him with her when she went to milk the cow. That he might not get lost, she tied him to a wisp of hay. When Tom's mother was not looking, the cow took the wisp of hay into her mouth. She began to chew and chew. Tom began to jump about and shout. He frightened the cow so that she opened her great mouth and out Tom jumped. Then Tom's mother took him in her apron and ran with him to the house, but he was not heard in the least. One day Tom was in the field helping his father. Let me drive the horse home, said Tom. You drive the horse, said his father. How could you hold the reins? I could stand in the horse's ear and tell him which way to go, said Tom. So his father put him in the horse's ear and he drove safely home. Mother, mother, cried Tom. But when Tom's mother came out, she could see no one. She began to be afraid. Where are you, Tom? she cried. Here I am in the horse's ear. Please take me down, said Tom. His mother lifted him gently down, kissed him, and gave him a blackberry for his supper. Tom's father made him a whip out of a straw. Tom tried to drive the cows, but he fell into a deep ditch. There a great bird saw him and thought he was a mouse. The bird seized Tom in her claws and carried him toward her nest. As they were passing over the sea, Tom got away and fell into the water, where a great fish swallowed him at one mouthful. Soon after this the fish was caught, and it was such a big one that it was sent at once to King Arthur. When the cook cut open the fish, out jumped Tom thumb. Tom was brought before the king, and his story was told. The king grew very fond of Tom and his wise sayings. He took Tom with him wherever he went. If it began to rain, Tom would creep into the king's pocket and sleep until the rain was over. The king had a new suit made for Tom and gave him a needle for a sword. A mouse was trained for Tom to ride. The king and queen never tired of seeing him ride his queer little horse and bravely wave his sword. One day as they were going hunting, a cat jumped out and caught Tom's mouse. Tom drew his sword and tried to drive the cat away. The king ran to help poor Tom, but the little mouse was dead, and Tom was scratched and bitten. Tom was put to bed, but he did not die. No indeed, he was soon well again and fought many brave battles and did many brave deeds to please the king. And wouldn't it be better far to treat it as a joke and say you're glad to his dollies and not your head that broke? Suppose you're dressed for walking and the rain comes pouring down. Will it clear off any sooner because you scald and frown? And wouldn't it be nicer for you to smile than pout? And so make sunshine in the house when there is none without. Suppose your task, my little man, is very hard to get. Will it make it any easier for you to sit and fret? And wouldn't it be wiser than waiting like a dunce to go to work in earnest and learn the thing at once? Cinderella Once upon a time there lived a maiden named Cinderella. Her mother was dead and she had to work very, very hard in the kitchen. She had two older sisters, but they were crossed a little Cinderella. They made her stay among the pots and the kettles and do all the hard work about the house. Sometimes to keep warm she crept in among the cinders. That is why she was called Cinderella. One day the sisters came dancing into the house. We had been invited to the king's ball, they cried. At length the day of the great ball came and the two sisters rode away in their fine silk dresses. Poor Cinderella, who had to stay behind, looked at her old ragged clothes and burst into tears. Alas, she cried, why should I always have to stay in the kitchen while my sisters dress in silks and satins? Hardly had she spoken when there stood before her a dear little old lady with a golden wand in her hand. My child, she cried, I am your fairy godmother and you shall go to the ball, too. First go into the garden, Cinderella, and bring to me the largest pumpkin you can find. When Cinderella had done this the fairy waved her golden wand over the yellow pumpkin. In a flash it was not a pumpkin at all, in a flash it was not a pumpkin at all, but a beautiful yellow coach. Now bring me four white mice, two large ones and two small ones. In a moment Cinderella brought a trap full of mice into the room. The fairy waved her golden wand and the two largest mice were turned into two snow-white horses. Two small mice became two men, one a coachman, the other a footman. But how am I to go in these clothes, said Cinderella? Ah, let me see, said the fairy, and she slowly waved her wand over the maiden's head. Oh, what a change! The rags tumbled to the floor. And what do you think? In their place was a beautiful pink silk dress. The ugly shoes fell off and low. A tiny pair of glass slippers were on Cinderella's little feet. Now listen to what I say, said the fairy godmother. You must not stay after the clock strikes twelve. At that time your coach will again be a pumpkin, the men will be mice, and you will have on your old rag address. Cinderella said she would not forget. Then she dumped into the coach and away she drove to the king's ball. The king's son was charmed with Cinderella. She was so very beautiful that he would dance with her and with no one else. Cinderella had such a good time that she forgot about the clock. It began to strike twelve. One, two, three. Cinderella ran from the room. Down the steps of the palace she flew. She ran so fast that she lost one of her little glass slippers. The clock finished striking. Low, the coach turned into a pumpkin. The horses and men turned into mice. Poor Cinderella had to walk home in her ragged clothes. The next morning the prince found Cinderella's little glass slipper on the stairs. There is only one maiden in all the world who can wear so tiny a slipper, said the prince. I will marry her and no other. The prince hunted far and wide for a maiden who could put it on. Many tried, but none could do it. At last he came to the house where Cinderella lived. The two older sisters tried and tried to put the slipper on their large feet. While the prince was waiting, Cinderella came into the room. Let me try it, she said. You, cried the older sisters, you could never put it on. Let her try it, said the prince. At once the little glass slipper was fitted to the tiny foot. Then Cinderella stood up, her ragged clothes turned into a beautiful silk dress, and there were two little slippers on her two little feet. Then the prince knew that Cinderella was the one he had danced with at the ball, and taking her hand he led her out to his coach. Soon they were married and lived happily ever after. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, down the window pane. Tell me, little raindrops, is that the way you play? Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, all the rainy day. I sit here at the window, I've nothing else to do. Oh, I wish that I could play this rainy day with you. The little raindrops cannot speak, but pitter-patter-pat means we can play on this side, why can't you play on that? Chapter 9 of the Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. THE FOUR FRIENDS Once upon a time a man had a donkey. His donkey had worked for him many years. At last the donkey grew so old that he was no longer of any use for work, and his master wished to get rid of him. The donkey, fearing he might be killed, ran away. He took the road to Bremen, where he had often heard the street-band playing. He liked music, so he thought he might join the band. He had not gone far when he came upon an old dog. The dog was panting, as if he had been running a long way. Why are you panting, my friend, asked the donkey? Ah, said the dog, I am too old for the hunt. My master wished to have me killed, so I ran away. But how am I to find bread and meat? I do not know. Well, said the donkey, come with me. I am going to play in the band at Bremen. I think you and I can easily earn a living by music. I can play the lute, and you can play the kettle drum. The dog was quite willing, and so they walked on. They had not gone far when they saw a cat sitting in a yard. He looked as sad as three days of rainy weather. What's the matter with you, old Tom? asked the donkey. You would be sad, too, said the cat, if you were in my place. For now that I am getting old and cannot catch mice, they wish to drown me. I have run away, but how I am going to live I do not know. Come with us to Bremen, said the donkey. We are going to play in the band. I know you love music, as you sing so well at night. You too can join the band. That is just what I should like to do, said the cat. So the donkey, the dog, and the cat all walked on together. After a time the three came to a farmyard. There on the gate sat a cock, crying, Cock-a-doodle-doo, with all his might. Why are you making so much noise, asked the donkey? Ah, said the cock. I find I must have my head cut off so that I may serve as a dinner for Monday. I am crowing as hard as I can while my head is still on. Come with us, old red comb, said the donkey. We are going to Bremen to join the band. You have a fine voice. You can join, too. Ah, said the cock. That is just what I should like to do. And they all went on their way to Bremen. At evening the four friends came to a wood where they stopped for the night. The donkey and the dog lay down under a large tree. The cat climbed up on one of the branches. The cock flew to the very top of the tree where he felt quite safe. From his perch on the top of the tree the cock saw a light. Calling to his friends, he said, we are not far from a house. I can see a light. Let us go on, said the donkey, for it may be just the house for us. As they drew near the light grew larger and brighter. At last they could see that it came from the window of a robber's house. The donkey, who was the tallest, went up and looked in. What do you see, old long ears, asked the cock. What do I see, answered the donkey, why a table spread with plenty to eat and drink and the robbers having their supper. We should be there, too, if we had our rights at the cock. Ah, yes, said the donkey, if we could only get inside. Then the four friends talked over what they had better do in order to drive the robbers out of the house. At last they hit upon a plan. The donkey stood upon his hind legs and placed his front feet on the window sill. The dog then stood on the donkey's back. The cat climbed upon the dog while the cock perched upon the cat's head. The donkey gave a signal and they began all at the same time to make their loudest music. The donkey braided, the dog barked, the cat mewed, and the cock crowed, all with such force that the window-pane shook and was almost broken. The robbers had never heard such a noise. They thought it must come from witches or giants or goblins, and they all ran as fast as they could to the wood behind the house. Then our four friends rushed in and ate what the robbers had left upon the table. It did not take long, for they acted as if they had been hungry for a month. When the four had eaten, they put out the light and each went to sleep in the spot which he liked the best. The donkey lay down in the yard, the dog lay behind the door, the cat curled himself in front of the fire, while the cock flew up on a high beam. They soon fell fast asleep. When all was still and the light was out, the robber chief sent one of his bravest men back to the house. The man found the house quiet, so he went into the kitchen to strike a light. Seeing the great fiery eyes of the cat, he thought they were live coals and held a match to them. Puss was so angry that he flew up and scratched the man's face. This gave the robber a great fright, and he ran for the door. As he went by, the dog sprang up and bit him on the leg. In the yard the robber ran into the donkey who gave him a great kick. The cock on the beam was waked by the noise and cried, cock-a-doodle-doo. The man ran as fast as his legs could carry him back to the robber chief. Ah, he cried! In that house was a wicked witch who flew at me and scratched my face with her long nails. By the door stood a man with a knife who cut me in the leg. Out in the yard lay a great black giant who struck me a blow with his wooden club. Upon the roof sat the judge who cried, What did he do? What did he do? When I heard this I ran off as fast as I could. The robbers never went near the house again. The four friends liked the place so well that they would not leave it, and so far as I know they are there to this day. End of Chapter 9 Recording by Eben Smith Chapter 10 of The Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Little Birdie What does Little Birdie say in her nest at Peep of Day? Let me fly, says Little Birdie. Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, then she flies away. What does Little Baby say in her bed at Peep of Day? Baby, says, like Little Birdie, let me rise and fly away. Baby, sleep a little longer, till the little limbs are stronger. If she sleeps a little longer, Baby too shall fly away. End of Chapter 10 Recording by Eben Smith Chapter 11 of The Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Mother Frost At the edge of a wood there was a great clear bubbling spring of cold water. Near this spring lived a widow and her two daughters. One of them was very beautiful and a great help about the house, while the other was ugly and idle. The mother loved only the ugly one, for she was her own child. She cared so little for the other daughter that she made her do all the hard work. Every day the poor girl would sit beside the spring and spin and spin until her fingers bled. One day, while she was washing the blood from her hands, the spindle fell into the spring and sank to the bottom. With tears in her eyes she ran and told her stepmother what she had done. The stepmother was angry and said, You let the spindle fall into the spring. Now you must go and get it out. The maiden went back to the spring to look for the spindle. She leaned so far over the edge that her hand slipped, and down, down she sank to the very bottom. All at once she found that she was in a beautiful field where many wild flowers grew. As she walked across the field she came to a baker's oven full of new bread. The loaves cried to her. Oh, pull us out, pull us out, or we shall burn. Indeed I will, cried the maiden. Stepping up she pulled all the sweet brown loaves out of the oven. As she walked along she came to a tree full of apples. The tree cried, Shake me, shake me, my apples are all quite ripe. Indeed I will, cried the maiden. So she shook the tree again and again until there was not an apple left on its branches. Then she picked up the apples one by one and piled them in a great heap. When she had picked up all the apples she walked on. At last she came to a small house. In the doorway sat an old woman who had such large teeth that the girl felt afraid of her and turned to run away. Then the old woman cried, What do you fear, my child? Come in and live here with me. If you do the work about the house I will be very kind to you. Only take care to make my bed well. You must shake it and pound it so that the feathers will fly about. Then the children down on the earth will say that snowflakes are falling, for I am Mother Frost. The old woman spoke so kindly that she won the maiden's heart. I will gladly work for you, she said. The girl did her work well, and each day she shook up the bed until the feathers flew about like snowflakes. She was very happy with Mother Frost, who never spoke an angry word. After the girl had stayed a long time with the kind old woman she began to feel homesick. She could not help it, though her life with Mother Frost had been so happy. At length she said, Dear Mother Frost, you have been very kind to me, but I should like to go home to my friends. I am pleased to hear you say that you wish to go home, said Mother Frost. You have worked for me so well that I will show you the way myself. She took the maiden by the hand and led her to a broad gateway. The gate was open, and as she went through a shower of gold fell over the maiden. It clung to her clothes so that she was dressed in gold from her head to her feet. That is your pay for having worked so hard, said the old woman. And here is your spindle that fell into the spring. Then the gate was closed, and the maiden found herself once more in the world. She was not far from her own home, and as she came into the farmyard a cock on the roof cried loudly. Cock-a-doodle-doo, our golden lady, has come home too. When the stepmother saw the girl with her golden dress, she was kind to her. Then the maiden told how the gold had fallen upon her. The mother could hardly wait to have her own child try her luck in the same way. This time she made the idle daughter go to the spring and spin. The lazy girl did not spin fast enough to make her fingers bleed, so she prepped her finger with a thorn until a few drops of blood stained the spindle. At once she let a drop into the water and sprang in after it herself. The ugly girl found herself in a beautiful field, just as her sister had. She walked along the same path until she came to the baker's oven. She heard the loaves cry, Pull us out, pull us out, or we shall burn. But the lazy girl said to the brown loaves, I will not, I do not want to soil my hands in your dirty oven. Then she walked on until she came to the apple tree. Shake me, shake me, I cried, for my apples are quite ripe. I will not, said the girl, for some of your apples might fall on my head. As she spoke she walked lazily on. At last the girl stood before the door of Mother Frost's house. She had no fear of Mother Frost's great teeth, but walked right up to the old woman and offered to be her servant. For a whole day the girl was very busy and did everything that she was told to do. On the second day she began to be lazy, and on the third day she was still worse. She would not get up in the morning, the bed was never made or shaken so the feathers could fly about. At last Mother Frost grew tired of her and told her that she must go away. This was what the lazy girl wanted, for she felt sure that now she would have the golden shower. Mother Frost led her to the great gate, but as she passed under it a kettle full of black pitch was upset over her. This is what you get for your work, said the old woman as she shut the gate. The idle girl walked home covered with pitch. When she went into the firm-yard the cock on the roof cried out, cock-a-doodle-doo, our sticky lady has come home too. The pitch stuck so fast to the girl that, as long as she lived, it never came off. End of chapter 11 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 12 of The Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. If ever I see, if ever I see on bush or tree young birds in their pretty nest, I must not in play steal the birds away to grieve their mother's breast. My mother I know would soar oh so, should I be stolen away. So I'll speak to the birds in my softest words, nor hurt them in my play. And when they can fly in the bright blue sky, they'll warble a song to me. And then if I'm sad, it will make me glad to think they are happy and free. End of chapter 12 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 13 of The Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Why the Bear's Tale is Short Did you ever go to a circus where there was a bear and a cage? Did you notice how short his tail was? I will tell you how the bear's tail came to be short. One very cold day in winter, a fox saw some men taking home a load of fish. The fox jumped upon the wagon while the men were not looking. He threw off some of the best fish until he had enough for his dinner. Then Mr. Fox jumped from the wagon and began to eat the fish. While he was eating the fish, Mr. Bear came along. Good morning, said Mr. Bear. You have had good luck fishing today. Those are very fine fish. How did you catch them? They are fine fish, said Mr. Fox. If you will go fishing with me tonight, I will show you how to catch even better fish than these. I will go with you gladly, said the bear. I will bring my hook and line, too. You don't need a hook and line, said the fox. I always catch fish with my tail. You have a much longer tail than I, and can fish so much the better. At sunset the bear met the fox. They went across the frozen river until they came to a small hole in the ice. Now Mr. Bear, said the fox, sit down here on the ice and put your tail through the hole. You must keep still for a long while. That is the best way to catch fish. Wait until a great many fish take hold of your tail, then pull with all your might. The bear sat very still for a long time. At last he began to feel cold, and he moved a little. Ow, he cried, for his tail had begun to freeze in the ice. Is it not time to pull out the fish, said the bear? No, no, cried the fox. Wait until more fish have taken hold of your tail. You are very strong. You can wait a little longer. So the poor bear waited until it was almost morning. Just then some dogs began to bark on the bank of the river. The bear was so afraid that he jumped up quickly and pulled with all his might, but his tail was frozen fast in the ice. He pulled and pulled until at length the tail was broken short off. Mr. Fox ran away laughing and laughing at the trick he had played upon Mr. Bear. Bear's tails have been short ever since. End of Chapter 13. Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 14 of The Beacon's Second Reader by James Herum Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Rumpelstiltskin Once upon a time there lived a miller who had a beautiful daughter. Now the miller had to visit the king's castle, and while there he happened to meet the king face to face. The king stopped and spoke to the miller. The miller, wishing the king to think that he was very rich, told him that he had a daughter who could spin straw into gold. Ah! said the king. That is indeed a wonderful gift. Tomorrow you must bring your daughter to my castle, that she may spin some gold for me. Then the miller was afraid and wished he had not spoken, but he had to do as the king ordered. The next day he brought his daughter to the castle. Now it happened that the king loved gold above all things, so taking the poor girl by the hand he led her into one of the great rooms of the castle. There in the middle of the room stood a spinning wheel, and near it was a great heap of straw. The king turned to the miller's daughter and said, There is your spinning wheel, and here is the straw. If you do not spin all of it into gold by morning, your head shall be cut off. Then the king left the room and locked the door behind him. The poor girl could only sit and weep, for she had not the least idea how to spin straw into gold. While she was crying, the door flew open, and a little old man stepped into the room. He had bandy legs, a long red nose, and were a tall peaked cap. Bowing low to the maiden he said, Good evening, my dear young lady, why are you crying? Alas! said the girl, the king has ordered me to spin all this straw into gold, and I do not know how. Then the little man said, What will you give me if I will spin it for you? This string of gold beads from my neck, said the girl. The little man took the beads, and sitting down began to spin. Whirr, whirr, went the wheel, round and round it whirled. Low as the maiden looked, she saw the coarse straw turn into beautiful golden threads. The little man kept so busily at work that soon all the straw was gone, and in its place lay a heap of the finest gold. The next morning the king unlocked the door, how his eyes sparkled at the sight of the gold. These riches made the king even more greedy than before. He led the maiden to a still larger chamber, which was full of straw. Turning to the trembling girl he said, There is your spinning wheel, and here is the straw. If you do not spin all of it into gold by morning, your head shall be cut off. The maiden's eyes filled with tears at the sight of that huge heap of straw. Sitting down she began to cry. All at once the door opened, and in jumped the little old man. He took off his pointed cap and said to the miller's daughter, What will you give me if I help you again, and spin this straw into gold? This ring from my finger said the maiden. The little man took the ring, and seating himself before the spinning wheel began to spin. Whirr, whirr, went the wheel, faster and faster it whirled. In the morning the straw had all been turned into finest gold. When the king opened the door, how his eyes glistened at the sight of the gold. Still, it only made him greedy for more, so taking the poor girl by the hand, he led her to a much larger chamber. This was so full of straw that there was hardly room for her to sit at the spinning wheel. Turning to the maiden, the king said, This is your spinning wheel, and here is the straw. If you do not spin all of it into gold by morning, your head shall be cut off. But if you do spin the gold, I will marry you and make you my queen. Four thought the king, though she is only a miller's daughter, yet she can make me the richest king in the world. Hardly had the door closed behind the king when the little old man came hopping and skipping into the room. Taking off his pointed cap he said to the girl, What will you give me if I will again spin this straw for you? Ah, said the maiden, I have nothing more to give. Then you must make me a promise, said the little man, You must promise to give me your first child after you have become queen. The poor girl saw no other way to save her life, so she gave her promise to the little man. Then he sat down and began to spin. Whir, whir, went the wheel. Faster and faster he spun. Soon the great room full of straw was all turned into gold. When the king opened the door the next morning he saw the maiden sitting beside a large heap of shining gold. The king kept his promise and made the poor miller's daughter his queen. About a year later the queen had a lovely child, but she forgot all about her promise. One day the little old man came hopping into the queen's room and said, Now give me what you have promised. The queen was filled with terror and offered the little man all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. No, I do not care for riches. You must keep your promise. Then the queen began to mourn and to weep until the little man had pity for her. I will give you three days, he said, and if in that time you can guess my name you shall keep the child. The queen lay awake that night, thinking of all the names she had ever heard. In the morning men were sent to every part of the kingdom to find strange names. The next day the little man came again. The queen began to call off to him all the names she had found, Caspar, Melchior, and many many others. At each one the little man shook his head and said, No, that is not my name. Then the queen had her men go from house to house through the town. They took down the name of every man, woman, and child. When the little man came again the queen had a long list of names to give him. Is your name Cal Ribs, or Sheep Shanks, or Bandy Legs, she said to him at last? He answered to each one, No, that is not my name. On the third day the queen's men began to come back from all parts of the kingdom. They had been far and wide to find new names. One of these men said, I could not find any new names, but going by some deep woods I heard a fox wish good night to a rabbit. Soon I came upon a little house in front of which a fire was burning. Around this fire danced a little man. He wore a pointed cap and had a long nose and Bandy Legs. As he went hopping and jumping about, first on one leg and then on the other, he sang, My baking and brewing I will do today. The queen's son tomorrow I will take away. No wise man can show the queen where to begin, For my name to be sure is Rumpelstiltskin. The queen clapped her hands for joy. She knew that at last she had found the name. She sent the servant away with a bag of gold and waited for the queer little man to come to her. At sunset the little fellow came hopping and skipping up to the queen. Now, O queen, he said, This is your last chance. Tell me my name. The queen asked, Is your name Conrad? No. Henry? No. Then your name is Rumpelstiltskin. The fairies have told you shouted the little man dancing about. He became so angry that in his rage he stamped his right foot into the ground. This made him more angry still, and taking hold of his left foot with both hands, he pulled so hard that he tore himself quite in two. In winter I get up at night and dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see the bird still hopping on the tree, or hear the grown-up people's feet still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, when all the sky is clear and blue, and I should like so much to play, to have to go to bed by day? End of Chapter 15 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 16 of The Beacon's Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Golden Touch Many years ago there lived a king named Midas. King Midas had one little daughter, whose name was Marigold. King Midas was very, very rich. It was said that he had more gold than any other king in the world. One room of his great castle was almost filled with yellow gold pieces. At last the king grew so fond of his gold, that he loved it better than anything else in all the world. He even loved it better than his own little daughter, dear little Rosie-cheeked Marigold. His one great wish seemed to be for more and more gold. One day while he was in his gold room counting his money, a beautiful fairy boy stood before him. The boy's face shone with a wonderful light, and he had wings on his cap, and wings on his feet. In his hand he carried a strange-looking wand, and the wand also had wings. Midas, you are the richest man in the world, said the fairy. There is no king who has so much gold as you. That may be, said the king. As you see, I have this room full of gold, but I should like much more, for gold is the best and the most wonderful thing in the world. Are you sure, asked the fairy? I'm very sure, answered the king. If I should grant you one wish, said the fairy, would you ask for more gold? If I could have but one wish, said the king, I would ask that everything I touch should turn to beautiful yellow gold. Your wish shall be granted, said the fairy. At sunrise tomorrow morning, your slightest touch will turn everything into gold, but I warn you that your gift will not make you happy. I will take the risk, said the king. The next morning King Midas awoke very early. He was eager to see if the fairy's promise had come true. As soon as the sun arose, he tried the gift by touching the bed lightly with his hand. The bed turned to gold. He touched the chair and table. Upon the instant they were turned to solid gold. The king was wild with joy. He ran around the room, touching everything he could see. His magic gift turned all to shining yellow gold. The king soon felt hungry and went down to eat his breakfast. Now a strange thing happened. When he raised a glass of clear cold water to drink, it became solid gold. Not a drop of water could pass his lips. The bread turned to gold under his fingers. The meat was hard and yellow and shiny. Not a thing could he get to eat. All was gold, gold, gold. His little daughter came running in from the garden. Of all living creatures she was the dearest to him. He touched her hair with his lips. At once the little girl was changed to a golden statue. A great fear crept into the king's heart, sweeping all the joy out of his life. In his grief he called and called upon the fairy who had given him the gift of the golden touch. Oh fairy, he begged, take away this horrible golden gift. Take all my lands. Take all my gold. Take everything. Only give me back my little daughter. In a moment the beautiful fairy was standing before him. Do you still think that gold is the greatest thing in the world? asked the fairy. No, no, cried the king. I hate the very sight of the yellow stuff. Are you sure that you no longer wish the golden touch? asked the fairy. I've learned my lessons, said the king. I no longer think gold, the greatest thing in the world. Very well, said the fairy. Take this pitcher to the spring in the garden and fill it with water. Then sprinkle those things which you have touched and turned to gold. The king took the pitcher and rushed to the spring. Running back he first sprinkled the head of his dear little girl. Instantly she became his own darling marigold again and gave him a kiss. The king sprinkled the golden food and to his great joy it turned back to real bread and real butter. Then he and his little daughter sat down to breakfast. How good the cold water tasted. How eagerly the hungry king ate the bread and butter, the meat, and all the good food. The king hated his golden touch so much that he sprinkled even the chairs and the tables and everything else that the fairy's gift had turned to gold. End of Chapter 16 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 17 Of the Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Over in the meadow Over in the meadow, in the sand, in the sun, lived an old mother toad and her little toady one. Wink, said the mother, I wink, said the one, so she winked and she blinked in the sand in the sun. Over in the meadow where the stream runs blue lived an old mother fish and her little fishes too. Swim, said the mother, we swim, said the two, so they swam and they leaped where the stream runs blue. Over in the meadow, in a hole in a tree, lived a mother bluebird and her little birdies three. Sing, said the mother, we sing, said the three, so they sang and were glad in the hole in the tree. Over in the meadow, in a snug beehive, lived a mother honeybee and her little honeys five. Buzz, said the mother, we buzz, said the five, so they buzzed and they hummed in the snug beehive. Over in the meadow where the clear pools shine, lived a green mother frog and her little froggies nine. Croak, said the mother, we croak, said the nine, so they croaked and they splashed where the clear pools shine. Over in the meadow, in a sly little den, lived a gray mother spider and her little spiders ten. Spin, said the mother, we spin, said the ten, so they spun lace webs in their sly little den. End of chapter 17, recording by Evan Smith. Chapter 18 of the Beacon Second Reader by James Herum Fassett. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Bell of Atre. Once upon a time a good and wise king ruled in the city of Atre. He wished all his people to be happy. In order that justice might be done to everyone, he ordered a great bell to be hung in a tower. Tied to the bell was a strong rope, so long that it reached nearly to the ground. I had placed the bell in the center of my city, said the king, so that it will be near all the people. The rope I had made long, so that even a little child can reach it. Then the king gave out this order. If there be anyone among my people who feels that he is not being justly treated, let him ring this bell. Then, whether he be old or young, rich or poor, his story shall be heard. The bell of justice had hung in its place for many years. Many times it had been wrung by the poor and needy, and justice had been done. At length the old rope became worn with use and age. When it was taken down, another rope, long enough and strong enough, could not be found, so the king had to send away for one. What if someone should need help while the rope is down, cried the people? We must find something to take its place. So one of the men cut a long grapevine and fastened it to the great bell. It was in the springtime, and green shoots and leaves hung from the grapevine rope. Near Atre, there lived a rich old soldier. This soldier owned a horse that had been with him through many battles. The horse had grown old and lame, and was no longer able to work. So his cruel master turned him out into the streets to get his living as best as he could. If you cannot find enough to eat, then you may die, said the miser. You are of no use to me. The old horse went limping along. He grew thinner and thinner. At length he limped up to the tower, where the bell of justice hung. His dim eyes saw the green shoots and the fresh leaves of the grapevine. Thinking they were good to eat, he gave a pull at the vine. Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, said the great bell. The people came running from all sides. Who was calling for justice, they cried. There stood the old horse chewing on the grapevine. Ding dong, ding dong, rang the great bell. Whose horse is this, asked the judges, as they came running up. Then the story of the old horse was told. The judges sent for his cruel master. They ordered that he should build a warm barn, and that the faithful horse should have the best of hay and grain as long as he lived. The people shouted for joy at this act of justice, but the miser hung his head in shame and led the old horse away. End of chapter 18 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 19 of the Beacon's Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Baby No shoes to hide her tiny toes, no stockings on her feet, her little ankles white as snow, or early blossoms sweet. Her simple dress of sprinkled pink, her tiny dimpled chin, her rosebud lips and bony mouth, with not one tooth between. Her eyes so like her mother's own, too gentle liquid things. Her face is like an angel's face. We're glad she has no wings. End of chapter 19 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 20 of the Beacon's Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Bruce and the Spider Robert Bruce, King of Scotland, was hiding in a hut in the forest. His enemies were seeking him far and wide. Six times he had met them in battle, and six times he had failed. Hope and courage were gone. Bruce had given up all as lost. He was about to run away from Scotland and to leave the country in the hands of his enemies. Full of sorrow he lay stretched on a pile of straw in the poor woodchopper's hut. While he lay thinking, he noticed a spider spinning her web. The spider was trying to spin a thread from one beam of the cottage to another. It was a long way between the beams, and Bruce saw how hard a thing it was for her to do. She could never do it, thought the King. The little spider tried it once and failed. She tried it twice and failed. The King counted each time. At length she had tried it six times and had failed each time. She is like me, thought the King. I have tried six battles and failed. She has tried six times to reach the beam and failed. Then starting up from the straw he cried, I will hang my fate upon that little spider. If she swings the seventh time and fails, then I will give up all for lost. If she swings the seventh time and wins, I will call my men together once more for a battle with the enemy. The spider tried the seventh time, letting herself down upon her slender thread. She swung out bravely. Look! Look! shouted the King. She has reached it. The thread hangs between the two beams. If the spider can do it, I can do it. Bruce got up from the straw with new strength and sent his men from village to village, calling the people to arms. The brave soldiers answered his call and came trooping in. At length his army was ready to fight and when the King led them in a great battle against the enemy, this time, like the spider, Bruce won. End of Chapter 20 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 21 of The Beacon's Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The wise little pig Where are you going, you little pig? I'm leaving my mother. I'm growing so big. So big, young pig! So young, so big! What? leaving your mother? You foolish young pig! Where are you going, you little pig? I've got a new spade and I'm going to dig. To dig, little pig! A little pig dig! Well, I never saw a pig with a spade that could dig. Where are you going, you little pig? I'm going to have a nice ride in a jig. In a jig, little pig! What a pig in a jig! Well, I never yet saw a pig ride in a jig. Where are you going, you little pig? I'm going to the barbers to buy me a wig. A wig, little pig! A pig in a wig! Why, whoever before saw a pig in a wig? Where are you going, you little pig? I'm going to the ball to dance a fine jig. A jig, little pig! A pig dance a jig! Well, I never before saw a pig dance a jig. End of Chapter 21 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 22 The Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. An Indian story. Many years ago two boys lived on a farm in New England. It was so long ago that there were few white people in this country. The farms were scattered and around them were great forests. The houses were made of logs with strong heavy doors. Far away in the woods lived many Indians. Sometimes the Indians would come down where the white people lived and would capture any white person whom they could find. They even dared to attack and often burned the scattered log-cavins. The white prisoners would be taken to the Indian villages and would be held there as captives. One cold winter morning the two brothers, John and William, were going skating on the river. In order to reach the river they had to pass through some woods. John, the older brother, started first. He threw his skates over his back and ran off whistling toward the river. William, the younger brother, had to stay behind to fill with wood the huge box beside the fireplace. Indians had not been seen near the farm for many years so John was not in the least afraid. As he went through the woods toward the river two huge Indians with painted faces jumped from behind the trees where they had been hiding. Before John could run he was caught and his hands were tied behind his back. Then they heard William shout as he ran down the path after his brother. John knew that the Indians might kill him if he warned his brother but he was brave and before they could stop him he cried out Indians, Indians. The Indians were angry and struck at John with their tomahawks but he was not afraid. He faced the Indians bravely. William heard the shout of warning and ran like a deer back to the log-caven. The heavy door was shut with a slam and John's father with his rifle waited for the Indian attack. But the two Indians did not dare attack the log-caven. Dragging John after them they started up the river bank toward their Indian town many many miles away. All day long they travelled and at night they built a small fire. Over this fire they roasted a partridge which one of them had shot. John was given his share of the bird and a handful of parched Indian corn. The Indians looked at John's skates which still hung over his shoulder. They did not know what skates were. They thought they must be some of the white man's magic. On and on they travelled for many days following an old Indian path. All through the long march John still carried his skates. At length they came to the Indian village. The Indian houses were long huts covered with strips of birch bark. Four or five families lived in each of these houses. John was given to an Indian woman who had lost her own boy the year before. John's Indian mother was good to him and treated him as if he were her own son. One time the Indian boys thought they would test John's courage. So they formed in two lines while each boy held a stout stick. Then they ordered John to run down between the two long lines. They had their sticks all ready to beat him. They thought John would be afraid and so would do as they told him. But John was a strong lad and jumping upon the first Indian boy. He took his stick away from him. Armed with this stick John struck right and left at the heads of the boys until they were all glad to run away. The Indian men liked to see John's courage and laughed long and loud when the Indian boys ran away. After this the boys were glad to have John play with them. With their bows and arrows they shot at a mark. They swam in the river and played games of tag, hide and seek, and ball. In the spring the Indian women planted the yellow corn. When the corn was up the squaws went into the fields to hoe out the weeds. For a hoe they used a flat piece of stone tied to a wooden handle. As John was a white boy the squaws tried to make him help hoe the corn. When John took the hoe he hoeed up the corn and left the weeds. The angry squaws made signs to him that he must not do so. Then John threw the hoe far from him. Howing his fit for squaws not for warriors he shouted. He had learned this from the Indian boys. The old men were pleased. They thought John would make a fine warrior. John had lived with the Indians a year. He had learned to speak their tongue but they did not trust him. Some of them were always with him for they were afraid he would run away. All this time John had kept his skates carefully hidden. One day the ice froze clear and smooth. John brought his skates down to the river bank. Many of the Indians followed to see what he was going to do. They crowded around him on the ice. John thought he would play a trick on them. He strapped the skates upon the feet of an Indian boy. The boy tried to stand up but his feet slipped out from under him and down he bumped upon the ice. How the Indians laughed. They thought it was a great joke. Each of them in turn tried on the skates. How they sprawled and fell upon the ice. What fun it was for the other Indians. When they were tired of the sport they held out the skates to John and asked him to put them on. John strapped on the skates with great care. He was a good skater but he made believe that he could not skate at all. He fell down and bumped his head. He tripped over his toes and made great fun for the Indians. They did not see that each time he fell he was a little farther out on the ice. All at once John jumped up. Away he flew skating for his life. Down the river he went swift as a bird. The Indians rushed after him but he had too great a start. The Indians were swift runners but John on his skates was swifter still. He knew that the river must flow toward the ocean and that near the ocean live the white people. On and on he skated. Two days later he saw the smoke of a white man's cabin and knew that he was safe. John soon found his father and mother how glad they were to see him. End of chapter 22. Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 23 of The Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. A good play. We built a ship upon the stairs all made of the back bedroom chairs and filled it full of sofa pillows to go a sailing on the billows. We took a saw and several nails and water in the nursery pales. And Tom said let us also take an apple and a slice of cake which was enough for Tom and me to go a sailing on till tea. We sailed along for days and days and had the very best of plays but Tom fell out and hurt his knee so there was no one left but me. End of chapter 23. Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 24 of The Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Dick Whittington Dick Whittington was a poor little boy who lived in the country. His father and mother were both dead. Poor little Dick was always willing to work but sometimes there was no work for him to do so he often had nothing to eat. Now Dick was a bright boy. He kept both ears open to hear what was said around him. He had heard many times about the great city of London. Men said that in this great city the people were rich. Dick had even heard that the streets were paved with gold. How I should like to visit that great city thought Dick for I could pick up gold from the streets. Dick had earned a little money so one day he set out to walk to London. He walked and walked and walked but London was a long way from his home. At last a man with a wagon came along. He was a kind man and he gave Dick a ride. Where are you going? asked Dick. I'm going to London said the man. You are very good to give me a ride. I'm going there too said Dick. It was dark when they reached London. That night Dick slept in a barn with the horses. The next morning he looked for the golden stones in the streets. He looked and looked but he could only find dust and dirt. There were many many people in London and Dick thought that he could soon find something to do. He wandered around the streets seeking for work. He asked many people but no one wanted the poor little country boy. As Dick had no money for food he soon became very very hungry. At last he grew so weak that he fell down before the door of a great house. Here the cook found him and began to beat him with a stick. Run away you lazy boy she cried. Poor Dick tried to rise but he was so faint from want of food that he could not stand. Just then the owner of the house Mr. Fitzwarren came up. He took pity on the poor boy and ordered the cook to give him some food. Then he turned to Dick and said, If you wish to work you may help the cook in the kitchen. You will find a bed in the attic. Dick thanked Mr. Fitzwarren again and again for his kindness. The cook was very cross to Dick and whipped him almost every day. His bed in the attic was only a pile of old rags. He soon found that there were many rats and mice in the attic. They ran over his bed and made so much noise every night that he could not sleep. I wish I had a cat, thought Dick, for she could eat up these rats and mice. One day Dick earned a penny by blacking a man's shoes. I will try to buy a cat with this penny, thought Dick. So he started out and soon met a woman with a large cat. Will you sell me that cat, said Dick, I will give you this penny for her. You are a good boy, said the woman, and you may have the cat for a penny, for I know you will treat her kindly. That night Dick's bed was free from rats and Miss Puss had a good supper. Dick began to love his cat dearly. Now Mr. Fitzwarren had many ships which sailed to distant lands. When a ship sailed Mr. Fitzwarren let everyone in his house send something on it. The things were sold, and when the ship came back each person had the money for what he had sent. One of the ships was ready to sail. Everyone in the house, except Dick, had sent something. What is Dick going to send in the ship? said Mr. Fitzwarren. Oh, that boy has nothing to send, said the cross-cook. It is true, said poor Dick, I have nothing but my dear cat. Well, then you must send your cat, said Mr. Fitzwarren. How lonely poor Dick was without Puss. The cook made fun of him for sending a cat on the ship. At last Dick became so unhappy that he made up his mind to run away. He started early in the morning before anyone in the house was up. He had gone but a short way when he heard the sound of the great six bells of bow. As they rang ding dong ding dong they seemed to say turn back Whittington, Lord Mayor of London. It is strange that the bell should speak to me, said Dick, but if I am to be Lord Mayor of London I will gladly turn back. So he ran back to the house of Mr. Fitzwarren. I hope they have not missed me, said Dick, as he gently opened the door and stole softly in. Dick's cat was taken across the ocean. The ship sailed and sailed until at last it came to a distant country. Now the king and queen of this country were very rich. When the captain was asked to show his goods before them he was very glad indeed to do so. The king and queen first gave the captain a great feast. Gold and silver dishes filled with food were brought in. When these dishes were placed upon the table an army of rats came out. There were white rats and black rats and brown rats and big rats and little rats. At once they fell upon the food and ate it nearly all up. Why do you let the rats do this? asked the captain. Alas we cannot help ourselves, said the king. I would give half my kingdom to be rid of them. Then the captain thought of Dick Whittington's cat. I have an animal which will rid you of them, said the captain. Pray bring it in at once, said the queen. What fun Dick's cat had killing the rats and mice in the king's palace. We must buy that little animal, said the queen. I do not care how much she may cost. The captain could hardly carry all the jewels and gold that the king gave him for the cat. Then the ship with Dick's money came back to London and the captain told the story to Mr. Fitzwarren. We must take these jewels and all this gold at once to Mr. Whittington, said the honest man. He is no longer a poor boy, for this has made him rich. They found Dick in the kitchen, blacking the stove. Come with me at once into the parlour, said Mr. Fitzwarren. Then the bags of gold and jewels were piled at Dick's feet. See what your cat has brought you, said Mr. Fitzwarren. You are now a rich man and may yet be Lord Mayor of London. And it is true that after Dick Whittington became a man he was made Lord Mayor of London. End of Chapter 24 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 25 of The Beacon's Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. THE NEW MOON Dear Mother, how pretty the moon looks tonight. She was never so cunning before. Her two little horns are so sharp and so bright, I hope she'll not grow any more. If I were up there with you and my friends, I'd rock in it nicely, you'd see. I'd sit in the middle and hold by both ends, oh, what a bright cradle to be. I would call to the stars to keep out of the way, lest we should rock over their toes. And then I would rock till the dawn of the day, and see where the pretty moon goes. And there we would stay in the beautiful skies, and through the bright clouds we would roam. We would see the sunset and see the sunrise, and on the next rainbow come home. End of Chapter 25 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 26 of The Beacon's Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Briar Rose A long time ago there lived a king and queen who were very, very sad because they had no children. One day when the queen was resting near a spring, a frog crept out of the water and said to her, You shall have your wish. Within a year you shall have a little girl. What the frog said came true. The queen had a little child who was so beautiful that the king gave a party in her honour. He wished to invite all the wise women in the land, for these wise women could grant fairy gifts to his little child. There were thirteen of them, but only twelve were invited, as the king had only twelve golden plates. After the dinner was over the wise women in turn arose from the table and named their fairy gifts to the little princess. The first gave to her goodness, the second beauty, the third riches, and so on up to the last. Before the twelfth wise woman could speak, in walked the thirteenth. This woman was in a great rage because she had not been invited. She cried in a loud voice. When the princess is fifteen years old she shall prick her finger with a spindle and shall fall down dead. At these words every one turned pale with fright. The twelfth wise woman, who had not yet spoken, now came up and said, I could not stop this woman's evil words. I can only make them less harsh. The king's child shall not die, but a deep sleep shall fall upon her, in which she shall stay one hundred years. The little princess was so beautiful, so kind, and so good, that no one who knew her could help loving her. As she grew older the king and queen began to feel very unhappy, for they could not help thinking of what was to happen to their dear little daughter. They ordered all the spindles in the kingdom to be burned. Now as it happened on the very day that the princess was fifteen years old the king and queen were away from home. The princess was quite alone in the castle and she ran about over the palace looking in at rooms and halls just as her fancy led her. At last she came to an old tower at the top of a winding stair. She saw a little door. In the lock was a rusty key. When she turned it the door flew open. There in a small room sat an old woman with her spindle spinning flax. Good morning, said the princess. Do tell me what that funny thing is that jumps about so. And then she held out her hand to take the spindle. It came about just as the fairy had foretold. The princess pricked her finger with the spindle. At once she fell upon a bed which was near and lay in a deep sleep as if dead. This sleep came not only upon the princess, but spread over the whole castle. The king and queen who had just come home fell asleep and all their lords and ladies with them. The horses went to sleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the doves on the roof, the flies on the wall, yes even the fire that burned in the fireplace grew still and slept. The meat stopped roasting before the fire. The cook in the kitchen was just going to box the ears of the kitchen boy, but her hand dropped and she sank to sleep. Outside the castle the wind was still and upon the trees not a leaf stirred. In a short time there sprung up around the castle a hedge of thorn bushes. Year by year the hedge grew higher and higher, until at last nothing of the castle could be seen above it, not even the roof, nor the chimneys, nor the flag on the tower. As years went by the story of the sleeping beauty was told all over the kingdom. Many king's sons came and tried to get through the hedge of thorns, but this they could not do. The sharp thorns seemed to have hands which held the young men fast. After many many years a prince came from a far off kingdom. He heard the story of the castle and its sleeping beauty. He knew what danger lay in the great hedge of thorn bushes, but the young prince was brave and he was not to be turned back. I am not afraid. I will go out and see this beautiful briar rose, he said. It happened that the hundred years of the magic spell had just ended. The day had come when the sleeping princess was to wake up again. As the prince came to the hedge of thorn bushes it was in full bloom and covered with beautiful red flowers. There through the thorn bushes lay a wide road. Soon the prince came to the gates of the castle. He found the horses and dogs lying asleep on the ground. The doves sat on the roof with their heads under their wings. He went into the castle. Even the flies on the wall still slept. Near the throne lay the king and queen, while all around were the sleeping lords and ladies. The whole castle was so still that he could hear his heart beat. The prince went on from room to room until he came to the old tower. Going up the winding stair he saw the little door. A rusty key was in the lock and the door was half open. There before him lay the sleeping princess. The prince bent down and gave her a kiss. As he did so the sleeping beauty opened her eyes. With her the whole castle awoke. The king waked up and the queen and all the lords and ladies. The horses in the stable stood up and shook themselves. The dogs jumped about and wagged their tails. The doves on the roof lifted their heads and flew into the fields. The flies on the wall began to buzz. The fire in the kitchen began to burn. The meat began to roast. The cook boxed the ears of the kitchen boy so that he ran off crying. The hedge of thorn bushes around the castle dried up and blew away. Then the prince married the beautiful princess and they lived happily ever after. Chapter 27 of the Beacon Second Reader by James Herum Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. All things beautiful. All things bright and beautiful. All creatures great and small. All things wise and wonderful. The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens. Each little bird that sings. He made their glowing colors. He made their tiny wings. The cold wind in the winter. The pleasant summer sun. The ripe fruits in the garden. He made them every one. He gave us eyes to see them and lips that we might tell. How great is God Almighty who hath made all things well. End of Chapter 27 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 28 of the Beacon Second Reader by James Herum Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Baker Boys and the Bees Long years ago many cities had great stone walls around them. The walls were built to keep out enemies. For in those days cities often went to war with one another. The city of Andernac had around it one of these great walls. There was only one gateway into the city, and this gateway was guarded by strong iron doors. Just behind the doors lived a gatekeeper who did nothing but open and shut the gates. He watched them well. No one could come in who was not friendly to the city. The gates were not opened very often. Some days they were not opened at all. So the gatekeeper had much spare time. I am very fond of honey, thought he. I think I will buy a few hives of bees. I can place the hives on top of the wall. There nobody will trouble them. Soon there were rows of bee hives on the top of the wall over the gate. It happened that, not far away, there was another walled city named Lintz. The people of Lintz were the enemies of the people of Andernac. They were always watching each other and fought when they could get a chance. Now the people of Lintz planned to attack and capture the city of Andernac. They called their wisest men together to see how the attack should be made. Many plans were talked over. At length an old man said, men of Lintz, you know that the men of Andernac are lazy. They like to lie late in their beds. If we attack the city at sunrise, we shall capture it before they can get their eyes open. This plan seemed wise to the people of Lintz, and an army was soon ready to march against the city of Andernac. One dark night the army crept softly toward the walls of the sleeping city. The only people who rose early in Andernac were the bakers. They had to have fresh bread ready for breakfast. After their work was done the bakers used to have a morning nap, but the baker boys had to stay awake and watch the loaves of bread. Two of these boys, named Hans and Fritz, were fast friends and were always together. One morning just at sunrise, Hans said to Fritz, let us creep upon the wall over the gatekeeper's house. I think we can find some honey. The old gatekeeper is asleep. He will not hear us. The two boys crept softly up the stairs. They soon reached the top of the wall. Did you hear that noise, whispered Fritz? Yes, it must be the old gatekeeper, said Hans, in a low voice. No, it seems to come from over the wall, said Fritz. The two boys crawled to the edge of the wall and carefully looked over. There stood the army of Lintz. A ladder was placed against the wall. The soldiers would soon mount over the gate into the city. What was to be done? There was no time to wake the people. What could two boys do against an army? In an instant Fritz thought of the beehives. Ah, the bees were awake if the people were not. Each boy seized a hive and bore it carefully to the edge of the wall. Then, with a strong push, down tumbled hives, honey and bees upon the heads of the enemy. Such buzzing, such stinging, such shouting as arose. The boys ran down the stairs to the city hall. The old bell-ringer was aroused by the cries. Soon the wild clang of the bell awoke the people of Andernock. Armed men ran to the city gate, but the bees had done their work well. There was no need for soldiers. The army of Lintz was running away. Over the great gate the people of Andernock placed a statue of the two baker boys, whose quick wit had saved the city. End of Chapter 28 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 29 Of the Beacon Second Reader by James Heeram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Falling Snow See the pretty snowflakes falling from the sky, on the wall and housetops, soft and thick they lie. On the window ledges, on the branches bare, now how fast they gather, filling all the air. Look into the garden, where the grass was green, covered by the snowflakes, not a blade is seen. Now the bare black bushes all look soft and white. Every twig is laden, what a pretty sight. End of Chapter 29 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 30 Of the Beacon Second Reader by James Heeram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Little Goodie Two Shoes All the world must know that Two Shoes was not her real name. No, her father's name was Meanwell, and he was for many years a well-to-do farmer. While Marjorie, for that was her real name, was yet a little girl, her father became very poor. He was so poor that at last he and Marjorie's mother, and Marjorie and her little brother were all turned out of doors. They did not have a roof to cover their heads. Marjorie's father felt so unhappy that at last he died, and only a few days later Marjorie's mother died too. Poor little Marjorie and her brother were left alone in the wide world. Their sorrow would have made you pity them, but it would have done your heart good to see how fond they were of each other. They always went about hand in hand, and when you saw one you were sure to see the other. Look at them in the picture. They were both very ragged, and though Tommy had two shoes, Marjorie had but one. They had nothing, poor little things, to live upon, but what kind people gave to them. Each night they lay on the hay in just such a burn as you see here. Mr. Smith was a very good man who lived in the town where little Marjorie and Tommy were born. Although he was a poor man, he took the children home to live with him. They shall not want for food nor for a bed to sleep in while I live, he said. Mr. Smith had a friend who was a very wealthy man. When he heard the story about Marjorie and Tommy, this man gave Mr. Smith some money to buy little Marjorie a new pair of shoes, and Tommy a new suit of clothes. Can you see Tommy in the picture wearing his new clothes? The gentleman who had given the money for Marjorie's new shoes and Tommy's new clothes wished to take Tommy with him to London to make a sailor of him. When the time came for Tommy to go, both children began to cry. They kissed each other a hundred times. At last Tommy wiped away Marjorie's tears and said, Don't cry, little sister, for I will come home to you again and bring you beautiful clothes and much money. That night Marjorie went to bed weeping for her dear little brother. It was the first time they had ever been parted. The next morning the shoemaker came in with Marjorie's new shoes. She put them on in great glee and ran out to Mrs. Smith crying, Two shoes, two shoes, see goodie two shoes. This she did to all the people she met so that soon she was known far and wide as goodie two shoes. Dear little Marjorie saw how good and wise Mr. Smith was. She thought it was because he read so many books. Soon Marjorie wished above all things to learn to read. She would borrow books from the school children and sit down and read and read. Very soon she could read better than any of her playmates. Marjorie took such delight in her books that she wished everybody else could read too, so she formed this plan of teaching very little children how to read. First she made letters out of bits of wood with her knife. She worked and worked until there were ten sets of the small letters and six sets of the large letters. She then made the little taunts spell words with her wooden letters. Take the word plum pudding, and who can think of a better one. The first little child picked up the letter P, the next L, the next U, the next M, and so on, until the whole word was spelled. If a child took up a wrong letter he was to pay a fine or play no more. Each morning with her basket full of wooden letters Marjorie went around from house to house. The little children learned to read very fast. Can you see Marjorie with her basket of letters in this picture? The first house she came to was Farmer Wilson's. See, here it is. Marjorie stopped and ran up to the door. Tap, tap, tap. Who is there? Only little goodie two shoes, said Marjorie. Come to teach Billy. Is that you, little goodie? said Mrs. Wilson. I'm glad to see you. Then out came the little boy. How do doody two shoes, said he, not being able to speak plainly. Marjorie took little Billy by the hand and led him to a quiet spot under a tree. Then she threw the letters on the ground all mixed up together like this. Z-A-Y-W-B-M-P-J-F-X-C-O-Q-G-E-K-V-N-I-D-H-R-I-T-U-S Billy picked them up, calling each one by its right name and put them all in just their right places. They now look like this. A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z Do you think you could have done as well as little Billy? The next place Marjorie came to was Farmer Simpsons, and here it is. Bow wow wow, said the dog at the door. Be still, sir, said Mrs. Simpson. Why do you bark at little two-shoes? Come, Alice, here is goody two-shoes ready to teach you. Then out came the little one. Well, Alice, said two-shoes, have you learned your lesson? Yes, indeed I have, said the little one, and taking the letters she formed them in this way. B-A-B-E-B-I-B-O-B-U-D-A-D-E-D-I-D-O-D-U-F-A-F-E-F-I-F-O-F-U-H-A-H-E-H-I-H-O-H-U As she formed them, she gave their exact sounds. The next place Marjorie came to was Gaffer Cook's house. Here a number of poor children all came around her at once. These children had been to her school longer than the first little tots and could read words and lines. This is what Marjorie gave them to read. He that will thrive must rise by five. Truth can be blamed, but cannot be shamed. A friend in your need is a friend indeed. A wise head makes a closed mouth. A lie stands upon one leg, but truth upon two. A good boy will make a good man. Honor your parents and the world will honor you. Love your friends and your friends will love you. Did you ever read lines like this in your school reader? At last Marjorie grew up and was given a real school to teach and a real school room to teach in. She still used her little wooden letters and made the children fetch each one to spell the words. One day as Marjorie was going home from school she saw some bad boys who had caught a young crow. She went over to them and gave them a penny for the poor little bird and took him home. Marjorie called the crow Ralph and under her care he grew into a very fine bird indeed. She even taught him to speak and to pick out a few of the letters. Some time after this a poor lamb had lost his mother and the farmer was about to kill him. Marjorie bought him and took him home with her to play with the children. This lamb she called Will and a pretty fellow he was. Do look at him, see him run and play with the children. The lamb was trained to carry home the books and the slates of the children who behaved well at school. See what a fine strong fellow he is and how he trudges along. Marjorie also had a present of a little dog. His name was Jumper. Look at him sitting up and begging in the picture. Did you ever see a dog with such bright eyes? He almost seems able to talk. Jumper, Jumper, Jumper. He was always playing and jumping about and Jumper was a good name for him. His place was just outside the door. See how he sits, the saucy fellow. One day Jumper came whining into the school room. He took hold of Marjorie's dress and pulled and pulled. What do you wish, dear Jumper? asked Marjorie. But the dog only whined and pulled her toward the door. At last Marjorie went outdoors to see what was the matter. Then Jumper left her and ran back into the school room. He took hold of the dress of one of the little girls and tugged and tugged. At length she too followed Jumper to the door. By this time all the children were on their feet and quickly followed the teacher out of the school room. They were none too soon. The last little girl had hardly passed the door when, with a great crash, the roof fell in. All the children were safe, but what had become of Marjorie's dear books and letters and other things? Marjorie did not lose her school. A rich man who lived near ordered the schoolhouse to be rebuilt at his own expense. Another gentleman, Sir Charles Jones, having heard of Marjorie's good sense, offered her a home if she would teach his daughter. In fact he finally fell in love with Marjorie and they were married in the great church. And what do you think? On her wedding day, while the bells were ringing, Marjorie's brother Tommy came home. He had become the captain of a great ship. He had sailed to many lands and he brought her all kinds of presents. Do you think she deserved to be very happy? She did not forget the children, you may be sure. A house in the village was fitted up as a school and all the boys and girls were taught to read and write. One step and then another, and the longest walk is ended. One stitch and then another, and the largest rent is mended. One brick upon another, and the highest wall is made. One flake upon another, and the deepest snow is laid. Good night and good morning. A fair little girl sat under a tree, sowing as long as her eyes could see, then smoothed her work and folded it right, and said, Dear work, good night, good night. Such a number of rooks came over her head, crying caw, caw on their way to bed. She said as she watched their curious flight. Little black things, good night, good night. The horses' nade and the oxen-load, the sheep's bleep-bleep came over the road, all seeming to say with a quiet delight, Good little girl, good night, good night. She did not say to the sun, good night, though she saw him there like a ball of light, for she knew he had God's time to keep, all over the world and never could sleep. The tall pink fox-glove bowed his head, the violets curtsied and went to bed, and good little Lucy tied up her hair, and said on her knees her favorite prayer. And while on her pillow she softly lay, she knew nothing more till again it was day, and all things said to the beautiful sun, Good morning, good morning, our work has begun. End of chapter 32, recording by Evan Smith Chapter 33 of the Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. David and Goliath Long, long ago there lived in the country of Israel a boy named David. He was a shepherd boy, and all day long he watched the quiet sheep as they ate sweet grass on the hillside. Although David was only a boy, he was tall and strong and brave. When he knew he was in the right, he feared nothing. David's quiet life did not last long. There was a great war between the people of Israel and men called the Philistines. All the strong men in David's town went to join the army of Israel. David could not go, as he had to tend the sheep, but his three older brothers went to the war. For a long time David's father heard nothing from his three oldest boys. At length he called David to him and said, Take to your brothers a bag of this corn and these ten loaves of bread. Find out how your brothers are and bring word to me. The next morning David rose very early and taking the bag of corn and the loaves of bread he went to the camp where his brothers were. The camp of Israel was on the side of a high mountain. Across the valley from this mountain and on the side of another mountain was the camp of the Philistines. After David had come to the camp and had found his brothers, shouts of anger and fear came from the soldiers. David looked across the valley to the camp of the Philistines. There he saw a huge soldier dressed in shining armor. This giant soldier carried a great spear and shield. Who is that man? asked David. Do you not know? That is Goliath said the soldiers. Every day he comes out and dares any man on our side to meet him in battle. Does no one of our soldiers dare to meet him? asked David. We have no man so strong as he in our whole army said the soldiers. The giant from the opposite hillside shouted with a loud voice and again dared the army of Israel to choose a man to meet him. David was a brave boy. He was stirred to anger at the sight of this great giant. Is not God on the side of our people? he asked. I will fight with this man even though he kill me. The king of Israel heard of these brave words and sent for David to come before him. When he saw that David was only a boy, he said, you are not able to go against this Philistine. You are only a boy while he has fought in many battles. Then David said to the king. Once when I was guarding my father's sheep I killed a lion and a bear without help from any one but the Lord. He will help me fight this man. Then the king said, go and the Lord be with you. The king fitted David with heavy armor and gave to him his own sword. But David said, I am not used to this heavy armor. It will only hinder me. So he threw it off. Then David went to a brook nearby and chose five smooth stones. Armed with these five stones and his sling, he went bravely out to meet the giant. When the giant saw that David was only a boy, he was angry and cried out, do you dare fight with me? I will kill you and will give your flesh to the birds and the beasts. David looked at him without fear and said, you come against me with a sword and with a spear and with a shield. But I come to you in the name of the Lord. This day will he give you into my hand. I will kill you and take your head from you, and I will give the bodies of the Philistines to the birds and the beasts. When they came near to each other, David fitted one of the five stones to his sling. He whirled the sling swiftly about his head. The stone flew straight to its mark. It struck the Philistine full in the forehead. The huge giant took one step and with a groan fell to the earth. Then David, standing upon the giant, took his sword and cut off the head of his enemy. When the Philistines saw that their giant was dead, they were filled with fear. They left their camp and tried to run away, but the army of Israel followed them and won a great victory. For this brave deed, David was made a captain and was held in honor by the king. End of chapter 33 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 34 of the Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Phonetic Tables The following tables are planned to supplement those already developed in the Beacon Primer and in the Beacon First Reader. The earlier tables are introduced in order that the teacher may have them for rapid review work with her slower pupils and also for those pupils entering the class without any previous phonetic training. The strictly new matter, which includes the last ten pages, should receive special emphasis and care in its development and drill. End of chapter 34 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 35 of the Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Table 1 Review of the vowels A, E, I, O, and U Fix Jut Fob Jig Lag Rid Tug Kin Van Yet Fog Cab Bog Pod Vex Wed Box Mix Wax Cud Yes Jug Kid Sit Six Pug Gym Yell Red Fox Keg Dug Win Ned Will Puff Hug Bess Rub Vim End of chapter 35 Recording by Evan Smith Chapter 36 of the Beacon Second Reader by James Hiram Fassett This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Table 2 In the following words a blend of two consonants follows the vowel Felt Tilt Elm Elk Self Kilt Sick Rich Loft Link Silk Lank Test Guilt Dish Lock Limp Toughed Hilt Nick Gust Bulk Pelt Lint Dust Land Gush Wilt Belt Sack Pick Hack Lent Scent Mist Sink Bunt Lash Lend Rush Sash Hush Rust Luck Such King Dusk Ring Fond Hulk Dent Sunk Lack Kick Sank Desk Bank Hint Welt Wing Back Wink Sulk Bent Went Lamp Must Rock Pack Hand Wind Lump Wick Duck Bunk Punt Mark Husk Band Much Bump Mush Bend Jump Mend Hump Pump Bond Musk Damp End of Chapter 36 Recording by Evan Smith