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Reading Made Easy for Foreigners Third Reader by John L. Huelshof

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There are many things that birds can do. The swallows fly with the
greatest ease. The ostrich runs rapidly. Swimming birds dive with
much skill. The owl moves noiselessly through the night air. Birds of
prey search out their victims with keen vision.

Nearly all birds build skillfully made nests with their bills and feet.
Some make them out of straw, and the little birds usually line them
with wool. The large birds of prey build theirs from small sticks and
twigs. For the most part they hatch the eggs with the warmth of the
body. Many birds are highly valued on account of their eggs, while
others are prized for their flesh and feathers. Still others charm us
with their songs.




LESSON XXV

SLEEP

Of all the wonderful things about us, sleep is one of the most
wonderful. How it comes, why it comes, how it does its kind, helpful
work, not even the wisest people are able to tell. We do not have much
trouble in seeking it, it comes to us of itself. It takes us in its
kindly arms, quiets and comforts us, repairs and refreshes us, and
turns us out in the morning quite like new people.

Sleep is necessary to life and health. We crave it as urgently as we
do food or drink. In our waking hours, rest is obtained only at short
intervals; the muscles, the nerves, and the brain are in full activity.
Repair goes on every moment, whether we are awake or asleep; but during
the waking hours the waste of the tissues is far ahead of the repair,
while during sleep the repair exceeds the waste. Hence a need of rest
which at regular intervals causes all parts of the bodily machinery to
be run at their lowest rate. In other words, we are put to sleep.

Sleep is more or less sound, according to circumstances. Fatigue, if
not too great, aids it; idleness lessens it. Anxious thought, and
pain, and even anticipated pleasure, may keep us awake. Hence we
should not go to bed with the brain excited or too active. We should
read some pleasant book, laugh, talk, sing, or take a brisk walk, or
otherwise rest the brain for half an hour before going to bed.

The best time for sleep is during the silence and darkness of night.
People who have to work nights, and to sleep during the day, have a
strained and wearied look.

The amount of sleep needed depends upon the temperament of each
individual. Some require little sleep, while others need a great deal.

Eight hours of sleep for an adult, and from ten to twelve hours for
children and old people is about the average amount required.

Some of the greatest men in history are known to have been light
sleepers. Most of the world's great workers took a goodly amount of
sleep, however. Sir Walter Scott, the great writer, took eight hours
of sleep, and so did the famous philosopher Emanuel Kant. Children
need more sleep than grown people. They should retire early and sleep
until they awake in the morning.

When fairly awake we should get up. Dozing is unhealthful, especially
for young people.

"Early to bed and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise."




LESSON XXVI

CURIOUS BIRDS' NESTS

Among the most curious nests are those made by the birds called
weavers. These feathered workmen serve no apprenticeship; their trade
comes to them by nature; and how well they work at it! But then you
must admit that Nature is a skillful teacher and birds are apt scholars.

The Baltimore oriole is a weaver, and it makes its nest out of bark,
fine grass, moss, and wool, strengthening it, when circumstances
permit, with pieces of string or horse-hair. This nest, pouch-shaped,
and open at the top, is fastened to the branch of a tree, and sometimes
is interwoven with the twigs of a waving bough. The threads of grass
and long fibers of moss are woven together, in and out, as if by
machinery; and it seems hard to believe that the little birds can do
such work without help.

The tailor-bird of India makes a still more curious nest: it actually
sews, using its long, slender bill as a needle. Birds that fly, birds
that run, birds that swim, and birds that sing are by no means rare;
but birds that sew, seem like the wonderful birds in the fairy-tales.
Yet they really exist, and make their odd nests with great care and
skill. They pick out a leaf large enough for their nest, and pierce
rows of holes along the edges with their sharp bill; then, with the
fibers of a plant or long threads of grass, they sew the leaf up into a
bag. Sometimes it is necessary to sew two leaves together, that the
space within may be large enough.

This kind of sewing resembles shoemakers' or saddlers' work; but, the
leaf being like fine cloth and not like leather, perhaps the name
"tailor-bird" is the most appropriate for the little worker. The bag
is lined with soft, downy material, and in this the tiny eggs are
laid--tiny indeed, for the tailor-bird is no larger than the
hummingbird. The weight of the little creature does not even draw down
the nest, and the leaf in which the eggs or young birds are hidden
looks like the other leaves on the trees; so that there is nothing to
attract the attention of the forest robbers.

Another bird, called the Indian sparrow, makes her nest of grass-woven
cloth and shaped like a bottle. The neck of the bottle hangs downward,
and the bird enters from below. This structure, swinging from a high
tree, over a river, is safe from the visits of mischievous animals.

Is it any wonder, then, that birds and their nests have always been a
source of delight to thinking man?

With no tools but their tiny feet and sharp little bills, these
feathered songsters build their habitat, more cunningly and artfully
than any artisan could hope to do even after a long apprenticeship.




SELECTION X

THE HUNTERS

In the bright October morning
Savoy's Duke had left his bride.
From the Castle, past the drawbridge,
Flowed the hunters' merry tide.

Steeds are neighing, gallants glittering
Gay, her smiling lord to greet,
From her splendid chamber casement
Smiles the Duchess Marguerite.

From Vienna by the Danube
Here she came, a bride, in spring,
Now the autumn crisps the forest;
Hunters gather, bugles ring.

Hark! the game's on foot; they scatter;
Down the forest riding lone,
Furious, single horsemen gallop.
Hark! a shout--a crash--a groan!

Pale and breathless, came the hunters;
On the turf, dead lies the boar,
But the Duke lies stretched beside him,
Senseless, weltering in his gore.

In the dull October evening,
Down the leaf-strewn forest road,
To the Castle, past the drawbridge,
Came the hunters with their load.

In the hall, with torches blazing,
Ladies waiting round her seat,
Clothed in smiles, beneath the dais
Sat the Duchess Marguerite.

Hark! below the gates unbarring,
Tramp of men and quick commands.
"'Tis my lord come back from hunting,"
And the Duchess claps her hands.

Slow and tired, came the hunters;
Stopped in darkness in the court.--
"Ho! this way, ye laggard hunters.
To the hall! What sport, what sport?"

Slow they entered with their Master;
In the hall they laid him down;
On his coat were leaves and blood-stains,
On his brow an angry frown.

Dead her princely, youthful husband
Lay before his youthful wife;
Bloody 'neath the flaring torches:
And the sight froze all her life.

In Vienna by the Danube
Kings hold revel, gallants meet;
Gay of old amid the gayest
Was the Duchess Marguerite.

In Vienna by the Danube
Feast and dance her youth beguiled.
Till that hour she never sorrowed;
But from then she never smiled.

_Matthew Arnold_.




WISE SAYINGS

A room hung with pictures is a room hung with thoughts.

A fig for your bill of fare.
Show me your bill of company.

Let us raise a standard to which the wise and honest can repair.

No evil can befall a good man, either in life or death.

It is well to think well; it is divine to act well.

They are never alone who are accompanied with noble, true thoughts.

We find in life exactly what we put into it.

Too much rest is rust.

Order is heaven's first law.

The difference between one boy and another is not so much in talent as
in energy.




LESSON XXVII

BUSINESS QUALIFICATIONS

Attention, application, accuracy, method, punctuality and dispatch are
the principal qualities required for the efficient conduct of business
of any sort. It is the precept of every day's experience that steady
attention to matters of detail lies at the root of human progress, and
that diligence, above all, is the mother of what is erroneously called
"good luck."

A French statesman, being asked how he contrived to accomplish so much
work, and at the same time attend to his social duties, replied, "I do
it simply by never postponing till to-morrow what should be done
to-day." It was said of an unsuccessful public man that he used to
reverse this process, his maxim being, "never to transact to-day what
could be postponed till to-morrow."

But bear in mind this: there may be success in life without success in
business. The merchant who failed, but who afterward recovered his
fortune, and then spent it in paying his creditors their demands in
full, principal and interest, thus leaving himself a poor man, had a
glorious success: while he who failed, paid his creditors ten cents
only on a dollar, and afterward rode in his carriage and occupied a
magnificent mansion, was sorrowfully looked on by angels and by honest
men as lamentably unsuccessful.

True success in life is success in building up a pure, honest,
energetic character--in so shaping our habits, our thoughts, and our
aspirations as to best qualify us for a higher life.




LESSON XXVIII

ABBREVIATIONS OF NAMES OF STATES

Ala. Alabama, Mont. Montana,
Alaska. Alaska, Nebr. Nebraska,
Ariz. Arizona, Nev. Nevada,
Ark. Arkansas (sa), N. H. New Hampshire,
Cal. California, N. J. New Jersey,
Colo. Colorado, N. Mex. New Mexico,
Conn. Connecticut, N. Y. New York,
Del. Delaware, N. C. North Carolina,
Fla. Florida, N. Dak. North Dakota,
Ga. Georgia, O. Ohio,
Idaho. Idaho, Okla. Oklahoma,
Ill. Illinois (noi), Ore. Oregon,
Ind. Indiana, Pa. Pennsylvania,
Ind. T. Indian Ter., R. I. Rhode Island,
Ia. Iowa, S. C. South Carolina,
Kans. Kansas, S. Dak. South Dakota,
Ky. Kentucky, Tenn. Tennessee,
La. Louisiana, Tex. Texas,
Me. Maine, Utah. Utah,
Md. Maryland (mer) Vt. Vermont,
Mass. Massachusetts Va. Virginia,
Mich. Michigan, Wash. Washington,
Minn. Minnesota, W. Va. West Virginia,
Miss. Mississippi, Wis. Wisconsin,
Mo. Missouri, Wyo. Wyoming.

*The words Utah, Idaho and Alaska are not abbreviated.




SELECTION XI

MY FATHERLAND

There is a land, of every land the pride,
Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside,
Where brighter suns dispense serener light,
And milder moons imparadise the night.
O land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth,
Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth!
The wandering mariner, whose eye explores
The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores,
Views not a realm so bountiful and fair,
Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air.
In every clime, the magnet of his soul,
Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole;
For, in this land of Heaven's peculiar race,
The heritage of nature's noblest grace,
There is a spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest,
Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside
His sword and scepter, pageantry and pride,
While, in his softened looks, benignly blend
The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend.
Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife,
Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life;
In the clear heaven of her delightful eye,
An angel guard of love and graces lie;
Around her knees domestic duties meet,
And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet.
"Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found?"
Art thou a man?--a patriot?--look round;
Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam,
That land thy country, and that spot thy home.

_James Montgomery_.




LESSON XXIX

THE SUN

How far away from us is the sun? Are we to answer just as we think, or
just as we know? On a fine summer day, when we can see him clearly, it
looks as if a short trip in a balloon might take us to his throne in
the sky, yet we know--because the astronomers tell us so--that he is
more than ninety-one millions of miles distant from our earth.

Ninety-one millions of miles! It is not easy even to imagine this
distance; but let us fancy ourselves in an express-train going sixty
miles an hour without making a single stop. At that flying rate we
could travel from the earth to the sun in one hundred and seventy-one
years,--that is, if we had a road to run on and time to spare for the
journey.

Arriving at the palace of the sun, we might then have some idea of his
size. A learned Greek who lived more than two thousand years ago
thought the sun about as large as the Peloponnesus; if he had lived in
our country, he might have said, "About as large as Massachusetts."

As large as their peninsula! The other Greeks laughed at him for
believing that the shining ball was so vast. How astonished they would
have been--yes, and the wise man too--if they had been told that the
brilliant lord of the day was more than a million times as large as the
whole world!




LESSON XXX

IVORY

How many articles are made of ivory! Here is a polished knife-handle,
and there a strangely-carved paper-cutter. In the same shop may be
found albums and prayer-books with ivory covers; and, not far away,
penholders, curious toys, and parasol-handles, all made of the glossy
white material.

Where ivory is abundant, chairs of state, and even thrones are made of
it; and in Russia, in the palaces of the great, floors inlaid with
ivory help to beautify the grand apartments. One African sultan has a
whole fence of elephants' tusks around his royal residence; the
residence itself is straw-roofed and barbarous enough, both in design
and in structure. Yet imagine that ivory fence!

The elephants slain in Africa and India in the course of a year could
not furnish half the ivory used in the great markets of the world
during that time. Vienna, Paris, London and St. Petersburg keep the
elephant-hunters busy, yet it is impossible for them to satisfy all the
demands made upon them, and the ivory-diggers must be called upon to
add to the supply.

Every spring, when the ice begins to thaw, new mines or deposits of
fossil ivory--a perfect treasure of mammoths' tusks--are discovered in
the marsh-lands of Eastern Siberia. There are no mammoths now--unless
we call elephants by that name; yet their remains have been found upon
both continents. In the year 1799, the perfect skeleton of one of
these animals was found in an ice-bank near the mouth of a Siberian
river. As the vast ice-field thawed, the remains of the huge animal
came to light.

The traders who search for mammoths' tusks around the Arctic coasts of
Asia make every effort to send off, each year, at least fifty thousand
pounds of fossil ivory to the west along the great caravan road. So
great is the demand, however, that this quantity, added to that sent by
the elephant-hunters, is not large enough to make ivory cheap in trade
or in manufacture.




SELECTION XII

WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE

Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now.
'Twas my forefather's hand
That placed it near his cot:
There, woodman, let it stand;
Thy ax shall harm it not.

That old familiar tree,
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o'er land and sea,--
And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke!
Cut not its earthbound ties!
Oh, spare that aged oak,
Now towering to the skies!

When but an idle boy
I sought its grateful shade;
In all their gushing joy,
Here, too, my sisters played.
My mother kissed me here,
My father pressed my hand:
Forgive this foolish tear,
But let that old oak stand.

My heart-strings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend;
Here shall the wild bird sing,
And still thy branches bend.
Old tree, the storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot!
While I've a hand to save,
Thy ax shall harm it not.

_George P. Morris_.




LESSON XXXI

FLOWERS

He who cannot appreciate floral beauty is to be pitied, like any other
man who is born imperfect. It is a misfortune not unlike blindness.
But men who reject flowers as effeminate and unworthy of manhood reveal
a positive coarseness.

Many persons lose all enjoyment of many flowers by indulging false
associations. There are some who think that no weed can be of interest
as a flower. But all flowers are weeds where they grow wild and in
abundance; and somewhere our rarest flowers are somebody's commonest.

And generally there is a disposition to undervalue common flowers.
There are few that will trouble themselves to examine minutely a
blossom that they have often seen and neglected; and yet if they would
question such flowers and commune with them, they would often be
surprised to find extreme beauty where it had long been overlooked.

It is not impertinent to offer flowers to a stranger. The poorest
child can proffer them to the richest. A hundred persons turned into a
meadow full of flowers would be drawn together in a transient
brotherhood.

It is affecting to see how serviceable flowers often are to the
necessities of the poor. If they bring their little floral gift to
you, it cannot but touch your heart to think that their grateful
affection longed to express itself as much as yours.

You have books, or gems, or services that you can render as you will.
The poor can give but little and can do but little. Were it not for
flowers, they would be shut out from those exquisite pleasures which
spring from such gifts. I never take one from a child, or from the
poor, without thanking God, in their behalf, for flowers.




LESSON XXXII

THE MOSQUITO

Mosquitoes are found in many parts of the world where there are pools
of water. They swarm along the rivers of the sunny south and by the
lakes of the far north. The life of one of these troublesome little
fellows is well worth some attention.

Did you ever hear about the little boats that they build? They lay
their eggs on the water, in which the sun's warmth hatches them out.
The insect leaves the water a full-fledged mosquito ready to annoy man
and beast with its sting.

The eyes of this insect are remarkable. They are so large that they
cover the larger part of the head. Its feelers are very delicate, and
look as if they were made of the finest feathers. Its wings are very
pretty, and with them it makes a humming noise.

The organ, which the female mosquito alone employs on her victims, is
called a trunk, or proboscis. This trunk is a tube, inside of which is
a bundle of stings with very sharp points. When she settles on your
face or hands, she pierces the skin, extracts some blood, and at the
same time injects a little poison; this produces the feeling which
proves so annoying.




LESSON XXXIII

SELF-RELIANCE

Of all the elements of success none is more vital than
self-reliance,--a determination to be one's own helper, and not to look
to others for support. It is the secret of all individual growth and
vigor, the master-key that unlocks all difficulties in every profession
or calling. "Help yourself, and Heaven will help you," should be the
motto of every man who would make himself useful in the world. He who
begins with crutches will generally end with crutches. Help from
within always strengthens, but help from without invariably enfeebles.

It is said that a lobster, when left high and dry among the rocks, has
not instinct and energy enough to work his way back to the sea, but
waits for the sea to come to him. If it does not come, he remains
where he is and dies, although the slightest effort would enable him to
reach the waves. The world is full of human lobsters,--men stranded on
the rocks of business, who, instead of putting forth their energy, are
waiting for some grand billow of good fortune to set them afloat.

There are many young men, who, instead of carrying their own burdens,
are always dreaming of some Hercules, in the shape of a rich uncle, or
some other benevolent relative, coming to give them a "lift." In
ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, pecuniary help to a beginner is not
a blessing, but a calamity. Under the appearance of aiding, it weakens
its victims, and keeps them in perpetual slavery and degradation.

Let every young man have faith in himself, and take an earnest hold of
life, scorning all props and buttresses, all crutches and
life-preservers. Instead of wielding the rusted swords of valorous
forefathers, let him forge his own weapons; and, mindful of the
Providence over him, let him fight his own battles with his own good
lance.




SELECTION XIII

PRAYER IN BATTLE

Father, I call to Thee.
Roaring enshrouds me, the din of the battle,
Round me like lightning the leaping shots rattle.
Leader of battles, I call to Thee.
Father, Thou lead me.

Father, Thou lead me.
Lead me to victory, lead me to death;
Lord, at Thy pleasure I offer my breath.
Lord, as Thou wilt, so lead me.
God, I acknowledge Thee.

God, I acknowledge Thee.
So when the thunders of battle are breaking,
As when the leaves of the autumn are shaking,
Fountain of grace, I acknowledge Thee.
Father, Thou bless me.

Father, Thou bless me.
Into Thine hand I my being resign;
Thou didst bestow it--to take it be Thine.
Living and dying, O bless me.
Father, I honor Thee.

Father, I honor Thee.
Not for earth's riches unsheath we the sword;
'Tis our hearts we protect; 'tis Thy temples, O Lord;
So railing or conquering, I honor Thee.
To Thee, God, I yield me.

To thee, God, I yield me.
Round me when death's fiery tempest is rushing,
When from my veins the red currents are gushing,
To Thee, O my God, do I yield me.
Father, I call to Thee.

_Theo. Koerner_.




LESSON XXXIV

FRANKLIN'S TOAST

Long after Washington's judicious and intrepid conduct in respect to
the French and English had made his name familiar to all Europe, Dr.
Franklin chanced to dine with the English and French ambassadors, when
the following toasts were given:--

The British ambassador, rising, said: "England,--the sun whose bright
beams enlighten and fertilize the remotest corners of the earth."

The French ambassador, glowing with national pride, but too polite to
dispute the previous toast, said: "France,--the moon whose mild,
steady, and cheering rays are the delight of all nations, consoling
them in darkness, and making their dreariness beautiful."

Dr. Franklin then arose, and, with his usual dignified simplicity,
said: "George Washington,--the Joshua who commanded the sun and moon to
stand still, and they obeyed him."




LESSON XXXV

HUMANITY REWARDED

Joseph the Second, Emperor of Germany, once received a petition in
favor of a poor old officer, with a family of ten children, who was
reduced to the utmost poverty.

After making inquiries respecting the man, and satisfying himself of
his worth, the Emperor determined to judge of his necessities by
personal observation.

Accordingly he went alone to the house of the officer, whom he found
seated at table, with eleven children around him, dining upon
vegetables of his own planting.

The Emperor, who was disguised as a private citizen, after some general
conversation with the officer, said: "I heard you had ten children, but
I see here eleven."

"This," replied the officer, pointing to one, "is a poor orphan, whom I
found at my door. I have endeavored to obtain for him the assistance
of persons who could better afford to provide for him, but have not
been able to succeed; and of course, I could do no better than share my
little portion with him."

The Emperor, admiring the generous humanity of the poor man,
immediately made himself known to him, and said, "I desire that all
these children may be my pensioners, and that you will continue to give
them examples of virtue and honor.

"I grant you one hundred florins per annum. for each, and also, an
addition of two hundred florins to your pension. Go tomorrow to my
treasurer, where you will receive the first quarter's payment, together
with a lieutenant's commission for your eldest son. Henceforth I will
be the father of all the family."

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