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make its thousands of leaves grow to hide the nests of the birds.

People found out that they could make something very deli-



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cious out of the sap of a certain kind of maple tree. It is called
the sugar-maple tree. Does n't that make you think of some-
thing? (Sugar-maple, maple sugar!) Surely, maple sugar is
made of the sap of the sugar-maple tree! The farmer away off
in the country cut a hole in the tree just deep enough to reach
the sap as it flowed down, put a little wooden pipe into the hole,
and hung a pail on the pipe. The sap flowed through the tree
trunk, but when it came to the hole it ran out into the pipe.
The farmer put the sap which he gathered from all his sugar
maples into a big boiler and boiled it till the water went off in
steam and left just the thick sugar. Should you like to see
some? Should you like to taste some? You shall, at lunch
time. The farmer does not take all of the sap. There is plenty
left for the sugar-maple tree to use for its growing.

There are other trees whose sap is useful for different pur-
poses; but we will only speak of one other now — the india-rubber
tree (the caoutchouc) — which grows in the hot countries. (Let
the children name articles made from the sap of this tree.

Speak of the beauty of trees, the grateful shade afforded by
their foliage, the fruits, the vari-colored leaves of autumn, and
then again of the usefulness of the sap to the tree and to us;
and, lastly, of wood and its manifold uses.)



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TEACHER'S READING.

Trees, .-_-... George B. Emerson

Trees of North Eastern America, . . . . Newhall

Succession of Forest Trees, - - - . . Thoreau

Trees. How to tell some of them in Winter (" The Kin-

derj^arten," Januaiy, 1891), - - - - E. G. Howe

North American Trees, - - - Charles Sargent

A Taste of Maine Birch, - - - John Burroughs

Hiawatha's Canoe, - - - Longfellow

Forest Hymn, - - - - Bryant

Planting of the Apple Tree, - ... Bryant

The Birch Tree, 1

The Oak, ( in

The Beggar, f - .. - Lowell

Rhoecus, j

The Dryads, -. - _ - Leigh Hunt

The Plucky Prince, - - . . '' St. Nicholas,'' 18SS

The Wood Giant, - - - - Wkiltier

The Palm Tree, - . - - Whittier

The Talking Oak, - - - - Tennyson

O Woodman spare that Tree! . - - - George P. Morris

FOR THE CHILDREN.

The Miraculous Pitcher, - - - iV. Hawthorne

The Little Tree that Wanted Other Leaves.

A Story for the Staffs and Rings (" Kindergarten Stories

and Morning Talks"), - - - - - S. E. Wiltse



STORIES.

THE FOUK APPLE TKEES.

Many years ago there was a man who wanted to have a beau-
tiful orchard. So he sent for some young trees, knowing that he
should not have to wait so long for his orchard if he planted
trees which had already had a good start in growing.

Unfortunately, however, the trees arrived just at a time when
the man was obliged to leave home for several days. He was
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soon, and yet he could not stay to attend to them. Just then a
man came along who wanted work.

" Do you know how to set out trees?" asked the owner.

''Yes, indeed/' said the other man.

" Then you may stay and set out these young apple trees. I
am going to have an orchard, and I have marked the places for
the trees, with stones."

By and by the owner of the trees came back and went to look
at his orchard. He had been gone four days.

" How is this! " said he; " only four trees set out?"

"That is all I had time for," answered the other man. "1
dug great holes, so that the roots might be spread out to the
farthest tip; I hauled rich earth from the woods, so that the
trees might have the best of food; I set the trees straight and
filled the holes with care. This took all the time, but these four
trees are well planted."

" That is too slow a way for me," said the owner. "lean
plant the whole orchard in one day."

So he went to work and planted the other trees in his own
way. He did not dig the holes large enough or deep enough,
and so many of the little root-mouths were broken off when he set
the trees into the holes. He did not take pains to get soft, rich
earth to fill the holes, and so the trees could not have as good
food as they needed.

The poor little trees lived for a while, but they were never
very strong, never bore very good apples, and at last were cut
down. All that was left of the orchard were the four trees
which had been planted with such faithfulness and care.

These four trees are now older than an old man, and have
been bearing delicious great apples for many, many years.

As Dr. E. E. Hale says, when he tells the story, these four apple
trees stand as a memorial of what it is to do a thin^ well.



THE STORY OF ECHO.

Among the trees of the forest, and where the cool streams run,
beautiful wood-nymphs used to have their homes. They loved to
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258 IN THE child's avoklu.

people sometimes caught sight of the gleam of their white feet as
they dipped them in the rushing waters of the brook.

There was one gay nymph named Echo, whose chief amuse-
ment it was to play tricks upon, and to tease her companions.
" Daphne! Oh, come here! — quick — just seel" she would some-
times call, and when Daphne came running to the spot, eager to
see what there was to be seen. Echo would have vanished as com-
pletely as if she had never been there — until presently a stifled
laugh showed her hiding place.

Echo was, too, a great chatterer; she never listened long to
any one else, but was sure to talk a great deal herself. One day
she came upon a shepherd sitting on a rock, and, watching his
sheep as they cropped the grass below, she noticed that some of
the sheep were beginning to stray from the flock, and, thinking
this a fine chance for a bit of fun, she at once began to laugh and
talk with the shepherd, to keep him from thinking of his charge.
Presently not one of the flock was left in sight, and then, with a
laugh at the dismayed face of the shepherd. Echo, too, ran away
and left him.

At first the other nymphs used to laugh at her nonsense, and
enjoyed the fun as much as Echo herself did; but as she Avas
continually playing her tricks upon everybody in season and out
of season, and as the tricks, like that she played on the shepherd,
were often unkind ones, her companions gradually came to leave
her out of their sports and plays, and after a time, as she did not
mend her ways, avoided her altogether. One day it happened that
Juno (Hera), the queen of the gods, came into the forest, and
Echo troubled her so much with her foolish chattering that,
finally, Juno declared a just punishment upon the teasing nymph.
*' Since Echo talks and jokes only to weary every one,'' Juno said,
" she shall no longer be able to speak unless some one first speaks
to her. She shall have power to answer, but never to begin a
conversation."

Echo, ashamed and sorry, went away into the deep woods,
where ever after she dwelt alone. She was seldom seen by men,
but a traveler, once, coming out of the wood, told how he had
lost his way at nightfall, and had called loudly, hoping some one
might hear and come to his aid; he seemed to hear a faint answer,



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he said, but as he could not tell whence it came, he called again,

saying "Comeherel" "'Here," the voice answered. '"Where are

you?" he called. *' Where are you ? " replied the voice. Finally,

out of patience, "Away with you I" he shouted. '"Away with

you," came back with an angry sound. After that he heard no

more, nor, although he searched the wood, was he able to find a

trace of any one.

Echo's voice is still heard sometimes in lonely places — but only

when some one calls to her; — if the call is a laughing one, she

laughs back; if it is sad, she answers mournfully, but, merry or

sad, she never shows herself.

F. H.



THE TREE.



The Tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown:
"Shall 1 take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.
" No, let them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,"
Prayed the Tree, while it trembled from rootlet to crown.

The Tree bore its blossoms, and all the birds sung:
"Shall I take them away?" said the Wind, as it swung.
" No, let them alone
Till the berries have grown,"
Said the Tree, while its leaflets, quivei'ing, hung.

The Tree bore its fruit in the midsummer glow:
Said the girl, " May I gather thy sweet berries now?"
" Yes, all thou canst see:
Take them; all are for thee,"
Said the Tree, while it bent down its laden boughs low.

Bjorsterne Bjoknsen.



THE MAPLE TREE'S SURPRISE.

When David Wylie went to live in the country he did not know
which way to turn, there was so much to see and so much to hear.

He coasted on the snow, and skated on the ice, and watched
the winter birds, and helped to feed the horses and cows and hens
and chickens. Just back of the house was a grove of great maple



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trees, where he liked to play when the snow was not too deep.
In the midst of this grove was a small log house. David often
asked his Papa what this house was for, and Papa always replied:
"Wait until spring, and you shall see; those big maple trees have
a surprise in store for you ! ''

One morning in early spring, when the sun shone very warm,
and the snow was beginning to melt, Papa said: "David, after
breakfast you will find me at the log house;" then he hurried
away. David soon finished his breakfast and started off in great
haste, but stopped short at the first maple tree, for there hung a
bright, shining, tin pail! He wondered how it came there, and
started to take it down, when he saw that it was hanging on a
spout, which was driven into the tree-trunk. From the spout was
trickling something which looked like water as it " drip, dripped "
into the pail below. As he looked about, he saw that every tree
in the grove had one, two or even three pails hung on spouts!
This must be the surprise, but what was it for?

Off he went to the log house; and there he found that his father
had built a fire, and over the fire was swinging a great iron kettle.
"Papa," said he, "why is the water running out of the trees?
What is the kettle for? Why have you built the fire? '' " Well,"
replied Papa, "' I am very busy, but here comes Mamma, who can
tell you all about it, while you watch the rest of us work."

Then Mamma told him how the maple trees had been sleeping
and resting all winter, and how the Avarm sunshine and soft
spring rains had wakened them, and set the sweet sap running
from the roots away up to the highest branches. " But the trees
do not need all of the sap," said Mamma, "so Papa has driven
these spouts in, that he may catch some of the sap as it hurries
through the tree-trunk. And what you thought was water was
this juice or sap of the tree trickling into the i)ails." Just then
up came two or three men with buckets full of sap which they
had gathered from the tin pails; they poured it into the kettle,
but Papa first gave Mamma and David some to drink. It tasted
like water with a little sugar in it, and David did n^t care for it
at all.

They then watched the sap in the kettle as it boiled and bub-
bled away; and every little while Papa skimmed it with a big




Gathering Sap



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spoon, till by and by it was clear. David said, '' It smells like
maple syrup!" and Papa replied, "That's just what it is! " He
next poured it into big pans and little pans, and middle-sized
pans, and it looked thick, and brown, and sweet, and David knew
that when it was cool and hard it would be maple sugar!

Then Mamma said: "There are ever so many kinds of maple
trees, but only this kind gives us sugar. Now what do you suppose
we call it?" David thought its name must be sugar-maple, and
sure enough it was! And now he wonders if there are any other
children whom the sugar-maple is waiting to surprise.

F. E. Mann.



PUSSY WILLOW.

Pussy Willow wakened
From her Winter nap

For the frolic Spring Bncze
On her door would tap.

" It is chilly weather

Though the sun feels good;
I will wrap up warmly;
Wear my furry hood."

Mistress Pussy Willow
Opened wide her door;

Never had the sunshine
Seemed so bright before.

Never had the brooklet
Seemed so full of cheer;
" Good morning, Pussy Willow,
Welcome to you, dear!"

Never guest was quainter; —

Pussy came to town
In a hood of silver gray

And a coat of brown.

Happy little children
Cried with laugh and shout,
"Spring is coming, coming,
Pussy Willow's out!"

Kate L. Brown.
The American Teacher.'"



SPRING.



To THE Teacher :-



(The prevalent custom of talking about the "glad new day " and its
name each morning, often noting also the current month and year, affords
an easy opportunity for questioning the children upon the whole round
of the seasons, thus leading to a talk upon Spring. )




i»?i'f«*'



THE TALK.

Jack Frost and North Wind will soon be gone altogether and
Winter with them. How has the earth looked during the Winter?
The ground brown and hard, or covered with snow and ice, trees
leafless, no grass, no flowers, few birds. But Spring is coming.
What will the spring-time bring? Grass, leaves on the trees,
pussywillows, flowers, birds, etc., etc. Will the flowers come
while the ground is frozen and the air so cold? What will thaw
the ground and warm the air? Have we not had sunshine all
Winter? Yes, but we shall have more sunshine now.

Do you remember how dark it was in the Winter mornings?
Sometimes we needed lamplight or gaslight at breakfast. Perhaps
you remember, too, how dark the Winter afternoons were!
Towards Spring we have sunshine earlier in the mornings and
later in the afternoons, so that the days are longer and brighter
and warmer.

What will the warm Spring sunshine do? Can sunshine alone
get the earth ready and make the flowers grow? What will the
rain do? Which wind brings the rain? What other winds are



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about in Spring? What is the name of the Avind which comes
from the warm lands? Where have the birds been all Winter?
Which birds are the first to come back to us in the Spring? What
will they be busy about soon? Did you know that birds some-
times like to weave bits of string or worsted in with the grasses
and straws of which they make their nests? (If the kindergarten
is in a likely neighborhood for nest-building, let the children
place some bits of string or thread where the birds will find them. )

Which flowers come first? Tell the colors of each.

Are we glad that spring is coming?

(Speak of the gladness the season brings to all: to the cattle
who rejoice in going to the fields once more ; to the birds who are
so happy in their nest-building ; to the animals and insects who
have been curled up in hiding somewhere, waiting for warm
weather; even to the fishes who leap joyously in the waters, no
longer icebound.

We must not forget to sing the song of the farmer and talk a
little about his spring work, of gathering sap, and plowing ;iiid
planting. )



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365



TEACHER'S READING,



A Year of Miracle,
Spring ("Sharp Eyes""),
April (" Birds and Poets '
The Bluebird I

The Return of the Birds i
Prolocjue to Canterbury Tales, {
The Flower and the Leaf, (

Grass, . - .

The Voice of the Grass,
Spring ("In Memoriam "),
Suthin' in the Pastoral Line, }
To the Dandelion, j

Nature and the Poets,
"^arly Spring,

Home Thoughts from Abroad,
Spring has Come,
Daffy-down-dilly,
The Daffodils, -
The Daffodils,

The Secrets of the Sprincr, )
March Winds, \

March, . . - -



Wake Robin"),



\V. C. Gannett

W. H. Gibson

JoJni Burroughs

John Burr ughs

Chaucer

Emily Dickinson

Sarah Roberts

Tennyson

Lniocll

Keats

- Wordsworth

- U. Broivniny
O. W. Holmes

Warner

- Wordsworth

Herrick

- Nora Perry
Celia Thdxter



My Friend in Green,



FOR THE CHILDREN.



Holmes' Third Header



STORIES.

SPRING AND HER HELPERS.

One day in March old Winter received a message from Father
Time, saying that Spring was ready to take charge of the land and
that Winter might go away for his long vacation, as soon as he
liked.

Winter immediately pulled out his pocket calendar. " Surely,
surely," said he, "I must be off in a day or two. I suppose



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every oue will be glad/*' he continued, a little mournfully; •' they
are always in a hurry for me to go ! "

'''But they are glad to see you come again/' whistled North
Wind. '' Don't you remember how joyful the children were over
the first snow and ice? And how glad the plants were to have a
chance to rest? And how sleepy some of the animals were get-
ting? They would miss you dreadfully if you didn't take your
turn — even more than they know, perhaps."

''Very true, friend," said old Winter, brightening, " Spring
and Summer and Autumn could not do their work if I neglected
mine. So I '11 go as soon as Spring appears, and rest and be ready
to come back in December."

A few days after this AVinter started on his journey, and
Spring became the ruler of the land. Scarcely any one realized
the change at the time, for many of Winter's belongings were
left lying about, and Spring could not do her work all at once.
Nor could she do it without help, for her work was nothing more
nor less than to make the earth beautiful, and Winter had cer-
tainly left it looking very bare and dreary. But I assure you
Spring knew whom to ask for help. First she went to the Sun.
" Good Sun," said she, "pray, send me more and more of your
light and heat every day, if you will; for the earth is hard and
bare and cold."

The great Sun said not a word, but smiled brightly from his
home of golden fire, for great companies of his messengers, the
sunbeams, had already trooped down to the earth with permis-
sion to go earlier each morning and stay later each night, that
they might help Spring to make the eartli beautiful.

But Spring knew that she and the sunbeams could not do it
all. 80 she spoke to King j5^o1us. " Good ^Eolus," said she,
" North AVind has served Winter well, but he cannot do my
kind of work. I pray you keep him at home now and let me
have his three brothers — the gentle South Wind to be with me
most of the time, and East Wind and West Wind to help when
I need them."

King ^-Eolus had been expecting this request, for Spring made
it every year; and there was already a great bustle in his rocky
caverns as the three brothers began to bestir themselves. South



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Wind sent :i little breeze as u mt^ssenger to Spring, to say that
they would be ready whenever she called them, and would gladly
help her to make the earth beautiful.

Then began a busy time indeed for Spring and her helpers.
The sunbeams worked with never a sound. They shone here
and they shone there. They melted the ice and snow, and
coaxed vapor from the surface of the water and carried it up to
the blue sky, where it floated in downy white clouds. They
warmed the earth and gilded the waters and made the sky bluer
than ever.

The Winds worked, too, each in his own way. When Spring
saw that rain was needed, she called East Wind, and he imme-
diately emptied the clouds of all that the sunbeams had saved.
*■' Peoiale make a great mistake when they think that the sun-
beams and I have nothing to do with each other," said he; "for
if the sunbeams did n't bring up the vapor for me, and if I
did n't empty the clouds for them, how would the earth have
rain, I wonder? To be sure, I always carry some with me, but I
should not have enough without that which is stored away in
the clouds."

East AYind hovered about, seeming to be everywhere at once
in his big gray cloak, while the raindrops were hurrying down
to the earth. They ran here and they rolled there. They
softened the ground, they gave water to all the thirsty roots,
helped the trees and other plants to make their sap, washed the
dust off of everything and filled up the little brooks. The rain-
drops also unfastened the coats of the seeds that were in the
ground, and loosened the covers of the pussy willows and the
furry hoods which the ferns had worn all winter; and, with their
tapping and drumming, they really awakened the grasses and
some of the flowers, but the sleepy things only stirred a little,
saying drowsily: " Spring does not want us to get up yet; it is
too cold and too early."

Spring herself shivered a little whenever East Wind was
around, but he and the raindrops were so useful that she bore
the cold and dampness very willingly. '^ Thanks, little Rain-
drops, and to you, too. East Wind," said she. " You have done
your Avork well. And now the sunbeams must take their turn



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again. South Wind, too. will find something to do, I dare say."
South Wind was I'eady at the first mention of his name. He
had come by way of the sunny lands where the birds live in the
winter, and had brought a few back with him — two or three
bluebirds and robins.

"You dear things," said Spring, caressingly. " I can work
so much better now that you have come. Your singing cheers
me on. Fly abroad now, and let the peojDle hear your glad songs
und catch a glimpse of you now and then."

Spring gazed fondly after them. " Eobin is such a cheery
fellow," said she; "and Bluebird is so bonny in his sky-tinted
feathers. No other birds are quite as dear to me, and I am sure
they carry joy wherever they go."

" The joy they give is because they sing of you," whispered
South AVind.

While Spring welcomed the birds, South Wind had not been
idle. His first work was to roll up the big gray cloak which
East Wind was trailing after him.

" Take that with you, please, brother," said he; " I have no
use for it, and, in fact, it is rather in my way." After that he
and the sunbeams worked together, warming and drying the air
and the ground, and coaxing all the growing things to make
haste.

The South Wind whistled sweet, merry little tunes, while the
sunbeams touched the seeds and the half-awake leaves and
flowers, and they started up, one after another, fresher and pret-
tier than ever "from their long, long wintry nap."

But Spring's work was not yet finished. She called for West
Wind. He knew just what to do, and he did it well. He blew
here and he blew there. He swept the hillsides and meadows,
and took away the old leaves which had been such useful
blankets for the plants all winter. Then he and the suntsams,
for they always work with him, went into the farthest corner of
the woods and dried the soaked mosses and tree trunks, and
greeted the bears, woodchucks and squirrels who were running
about to stretch themselves after keeping still all winter. West
Wind whistled a louder and jollier tune than South Wind had.
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splendor; the rushing streams murmured music; fishes darted-
about under the clear ripples; frogs sang their gurgling song;
insects sported Joyously in the air, and birds warbled to each
other everywhere.

Spring looked and listened, and looked again over the land
which Winter had left so bare and silent and dreary. Soft, green
grass covered the ground and blossoms beautified the orchards,
while on every tree tiny leaf-banners fluttered and rustled. All
her pretty flowers — and who has prettier flowers than Spring? —
stood in their places — daffodils, crocuses, tulips, dandelions,
violets — none were missing.

Spring gazed with joy. Her work was done, for the world
was x-adiant with beauty.

Emilie Poulsson.



THE MEETING OF THE WINDS.

The North and the South Winds met one day in a field beside
;i river. The North Wind had brought some snow the night
before, but the South Wind blew soon after, and melted nearly all
of it. Only a few white patches were left, here and there, along
the sunny banks of the stream.

As soon as the winds came near each other, the South Wind
said: " Good morning, brother; I am glad to meet you, though
your cold breath quite chills me.'^

" But I am not glad to meet you," answered the North Wind.
" AVhy did you melt my snow so quickly? Could you not let it
lie for one day?"

" The time has come for the grass and flowers, you know,
brother, and I must be at work," said the gentle South Wind.

" There was no need of such haste," said the burly North
Wind. " When friends meet, they should be polite."

" I have to call up the daisies and waken the roses," said the



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