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Title: The Brownies

Subtitle: Their Book

Author: Palmer Cox

Release Date: May 2, 2010 [EBook #32210]

Language: English

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THE BROWNIES:

THEIR BOOK

BY

PALMER COX

APPLETON-CENTURY-CROFTS, INC.

NEW YORK

Copyright 1887, by THE CENTURY CO.

Copyright renewed, 1915, by THE CENTURY CO.

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All rights reserved. This book, or parts

thereof, must not be reproduced in any

form without permission of the publisher.

Printed in U. S. A.

BROWNIES, like fairies and goblins, are imaginary little sprites, who are supposed to delight in harmless pranks and helpful deeds. They work and sport while weary households sleep, and never allow themselves to be seen by mortal eyes.

CONTENTS.

PAGE

THE BROWNIES AT SCHOOL

1

THE BROWNIES' RIDE

8

THE BROWNIES ON SKATES

14

THE BROWNIES ON BICYCLES

19

THE BROWNIES AT LAWN-TENNIS

25

THE BROWNIES' GOOD WORK

30

THE BROWNIES AT THE GYMNASIUM

36

THE BROWNIES' FEAST

42

THE BROWNIES TOBOGGANING

48

THE BROWNIES' BALLOON

55

THE BROWNIES CANOEING

62

THE BROWNIES IN THE MENAGERIE

68

THE BROWNIES' CIRCUS

73

THE BROWNIES AT BASE-BALL

78

THE BROWNIES AND THE BEES

83

THE BROWNIES ON ROLLER SKATES

89

THE BROWNIES AT THE SEASIDE

94

THE BROWNIES AND THE SPINNING-WHEEL

101

THE BROWNIES' VOYAGE

108

THE BROWNIES' RETURN

114

THE BROWNIES' SINGING-SCHOOL

120

THE BROWNIES' FRIENDLY TURN

126

THE BROWNIES' FOURTH OF JULY

132

THE BROWNIES IN THE TOY-SHOP

138

THE BROWNIES AT SCHOOL.

S Brownies rambled 'round one night,

A country schoolhouse came in sight;

And there they paused awhile to speak

About the place, where through the week

The scholars came, with smile or whine,

Each morning at the stroke of nine.

"This is," said one, "the place, indeed,

Where children come to write and read.

'T is here, through rules and rods to suit,

The young idea learns to shoot;

And here the idler with a grin

In nearest neighbor pokes the pin,

Or sighs to break his scribbled slate

And spring at once to man's estate.

How oft from shades of yonder grove

I've viewed at eve the shouting drove

As from the door they crowding broke,

Like oxen from beneath the yoke."

Another said: "The teacher's chair,

The ruler, pen, and birch are there,

The blackboard hangs against the wall;

The slate's at hand, the books and all.

We might go in to read and write

And master sums like scholars bright."

"I'll play," cried one, "the teacher's part;

I know some lessons quite by heart,

And every section of the land

To me is plain as open hand."

"With all respect, my friend, to you,"

Another said, "that would not do.

You're hardly fitted, sir, to rule;

Your place should be the dunce's stool.

You're not with great endowments blessed;

Besides, your temper's not the best,

And those who train the budding mind

Should own a disposition kind.

The rod looks better on the tree

Than resting by the master's knee;

I'll be the teacher, if you please;

I know the rivers, lakes, and seas,

And, like a banker's clerk, can throw

The figures nimbly in a row.

I have the patience, love, and grace,

So requisite in such a case."

Now some bent o'er a slate or book,

And some at blackboards station took.

They clustered 'round the globe with zeal,

And kept it turning like a wheel.

Said one, "I've often heard it              said,

The world is rounder than                 your head,

And here, indeed, we find                  it true.

With both the poles at once                in view,

With latitudes and                                    each degree

All measured out on land                  and sea."

Another said, "I thought                  I knew

The world from Maine to Timbuctoo,

Or could, without a guide, have found

My way from Cork to Puget Sound;

But here so many things I find

That never dawned upon my mind,

On sundry points, I blush to say,

I've been a thousand miles astray."

"'T is like an egg," another cried,

"A little longer than it's wide,

With islands scattered through the seas

Where savages may live at ease;

And buried up in Polar snows

You find the hardy Eskimos;

While here and there some scorching spots

Are set apart for Hottentots.

And see the rivers small and great,

That drain a province or a state;

The name and shape of every nation;

Their faith, extent, and population:

And whether governed by a King,

A President, or council ring."

While some with such expressions bold

Surveyed the globe as 'round it rolled,

Still others turned to ink and pen,

And, spreading like a brooding hen,

They scrawled a page to show the band

Their special "style," or "business hand."

The teacher had enough to do,

To act his part to nature true:

He lectured well the infant squad,

He rapped the desk and shook the rod,

And stood the dunce upon the stool,

A laughing-stock to all the school—

But frequent changes please the crowd,

So lengthy reign was not allowed;

And when one master had his hour,

Another took the rod of power;

And thus they changed to suit the case,

Till many filled the honored place.

So taken up was every mind

With fun and study well combined,

They noticed not the hours depart,

Until the sun commenced to dart

A sheaf of lances, long and bright,

Above the distant mountain height;

Then from the schoolroom, in a heap,

They jumped and tumbled, twenty deep,

In eager haste to disappear

In deepest shades of forests near.

When next the children gathered there,

With wondering faces fresh and fair,

It took an hour of morning prime,

According to the teacher's time,

To get the books in place once more,

And order to the room restore.

So great had been the haste to hide,

The windows were left open wide;

And scholars knew, without a doubt,

That Brownies had been thereabout.

THE BROWNIES' RIDE.

NE night a cunning Brownie band

Was roaming through a farmer's land,

And while the rogues went prying 'round,

The farmer's mare at rest they found;

And peeping through the stable-door,

They saw the harness that she wore.

The sight was tempting to the eye,

For there the cart was standing nigh.

"That mare," said one, "deserves her feed—

Believe me, she's no common breed;

Her grit is good: I've seen her dash

Up yonder slope without the lash,

Until her load—a ton of hay—

Went bouncing in beside the bay.

In this same cart, old Farmer Gill

Takes all his corn and wheat to mill;

It must be strong, though rude and rough;

It runs on wheels, and that's enough."

Now, Brownies seldom idle stand

When there's a chance for fun at hand.

So plans were laid without delay;

The mare was dragged from oats and hay,

The harness from the peg they drew,

And every one to action flew.

It was a sight one should behold

To see them working, young and old;

Two wrinkled elves, like leather browned,

Whose beards descended near the ground,

Along with youngsters did their best

With all the ardor of the rest.

While some prepared a rein or trace,

Another slid the bit in place;

More buckled bands with all their might,

Or drew the harness close and tight.

When every strap a buckle found,

And every part was safe and sound,

Then 'round the cart the Brownies flew,—

The hardest task was yet to do.

It often puzzles bearded men,

Though o'er and o'er performed again.

Some held the shafts to steer them straight,

More did their best to balance weight,

While others showed both strength and art

In backing Mag into the cart.

At length the heavy job was done,

And horse and cart moved off as one.

Now down the road the gentle steed

Was forced to trot at greatest speed.

A merrier crowd than journeyed there

Was never seen at Dublin Fair.

Some found a seat, while others stood,

Or hung behind as best they could;

While many, strung along, astride,

Upon the mare enjoyed the ride.

The night was dark, the lucky elves

Had all the turnpike to themselves.

No surly keeper barred the way,

For use of road demanding pay,

Nor were they startled by the cry

Of robbers shouting, "Stand or die!"

Across the bridge and up the hill

And through the woods to Warren's mill,—

A lengthy ride, ten miles at least,—

Without a rest they drove the beast,

And then were loath enough to rein

Old Mag around for home again.

Nor was the speed, returning, slow;

The mare was more inclined to go,

Because the feed of oats and hay

Unfinished in her manger lay.

So through the yard she wheeled her load

As briskly as she took the road.

No time remained to then undo

The many straps which tight they drew.

For in the east the reddening sky

Gave warning that the sun was nigh.

The halter rope was

About the nearest

Then off they scam-

And disappeared at

quickly wound

post they found;

pered, left and right,

once from sight.

When Farmer Gill that morning fair

Came out and viewed his jaded mare,

I may not here in verse repeat

His exclamations all complete.

He gnashed his teeth, and glared around,

And struck his fists, and stamped the ground,

And chased the dog across the farm,

Because it failed to give alarm.

"I'd give a stack of hay," he cried,

"To catch the rogue who stole the ride!"

But still awry suspicion flew,—

Who stole the ride he never knew.

THE BROWNIES ON SKATES.

NE night, when the cold moon hung low

And winter wrapped the world in snow

And bridged the streams in wood and field

With ice as smooth as shining shield,

Some skaters swept in graceful style

The glistening surface, file on file.

For hours the Brownies viewed

the show,

Commenting on the groups

below;

Said one: "That pleasure might be ours—

We have the feet and motive powers;

No mortal need us Brownies teach,

If skates were but within our reach."

Another answered: "Then, my friend,

To hear my plan let all attend.

I have a building in my mind

That we within an hour can find.

Three golden balls hang by the door,

Like oranges from Cuba's shore;

Behind the dusty counter stands

A native of queer, far-off lands;

The place is filled with various things,

From baby-carts to banjo-strings;

Here hangs a gun without a lock

Some Pilgrim bore to Plymouth rock;

And there a pair of goggles lie,

That saw the red-coats marching by;

While piles of club and rocker skates

Of every shape the buyer waits!

Though second-hand, I'm sure they'll do,

And serve our wants as well as new.

That place we'll enter as we may,

To-morrow night, and bear away

A pair, the best that come to hand,

For every member of the band."

At once, the enterprise so bold

Received support from young and old.

A place to muster near the town,

And meeting hour they noted down;

And then retiring for the night,

They soon were lost to sound and sight.

When evening next her visit paid

To fold the earth in robes of shade,

From out the woods across

the mead,                                                    The Brownies gathered

as agreed,

To venture boldly and

procure.

The skates that would their fun insure.

As mice can get to cake and cheese

Without a key whene'er they please,

So, cunning Brownies can proceed

And help themselves to what they need.

For bolts and bars they little care

If but a nail is wanting there!

Or, failing this, with ease descend

Like Santa Claus and gain their end

As children to the windows fly

At news of Jumbo passing by,

So rushed the eager band away

To fields of ice without delay.

Though far too large at heel and toe,

The skates were somehow made to go.

But out behind and out before,

Like spurs, they stuck a span or more,

Alike afflicting foe and friend

In bringing journeys to an end.

They had their slips and sudden spreads,

Where heels flew higher than their heads,

As people do, however nice,

When venturing first upon the ice.

But soon they learned to curve and wheel

And cut fine scrolls with scoring steel,

To race in clusters to and fro,

To jump and turn and backward go,

Until a rest on bed so cool,

Was more the wonder than the rule.

But from the lake they all withdrew

Some hours before the night was through,

And hastened back with lively feet

Through narrow lane and silent street,

Until they reached the broker's door

With every skate that left the store.

And, ere the first

The skates were

Of their brief ab-

Was left within the

faint gleam of day,

safely stowed away;

sence not a trace

dusty place.

THE BROWNIES ON BICYCLES.

NE evening Brownies, peeping down

From bluffs that overlooked the town,

Saw wheelmen passing to and fro

Upon the boulevard below.

"It seems," said one, "an easy trick,

The wheel goes 'round so smooth and quick;

You simply sit and work your feet

And glide with grace along the street.

The pleasure would be fine indeed

If we could thus in line proceed."

"Last night," another answer made,

"As by the river's bank I strayed,

Where here and there a building stands,

And town and country-side join hands,

Before me stood a massive wall

With engine-rooms and chimneys tall.

"To scale the place a way I found,

And, creeping in, looked all around;

There bicycles of every grade

Are manufactured for the trade;

Some made for baby hands to guide,

And some for older folk to ride.

"Though built to keep intruders out,

With shutters thick and casings stout,

I noticed twenty ways or more,

By roof, by window, wall and door,

Where we, by exercising skill,

May travel in and out at will."

Another spoke, in nowise slow

To catch at pleasures as they go,

And said, "Why let another day

Come creeping in to drag away?

Let's active measures now employ

To seize at once the promised joy.

On bicycles quick let us ride,

While yet our wants may be supplied."

So when the town grew hushed and still,

The Brownies ventured down the hill.

And soon the band was drawing nigh

The building with the chimneys

high.

When people lock their

doors at night,

And double-bolt them

left and right,

And think through patents, new and old,

To leave the burglars in the cold,

The cunning Brownies smile to see

The springing bolt and turning key;

For well they know if fancy leads

Their band to venture daring deeds,

The miser's gold, the merchant's ware

To them is open as the air.

Not long could door or windows stand

Fast locked before the Brownie band;

And soon the bicycles they sought

From every room and bench were

brought.

The rogues ere long began to show

As many colors as the bow;

For paint and varnish lately spread

Besmeared them all from foot to head.

Some turned to jay-birds in a minute,

And some as quick might shame the linnet;

While more with crimson-tinted breast

Seemed fitted for the robin's nest.

But whether red or green or blue,

The work on hand was hurried through;

They took the wheels from blacksmith fires,

Though wanting bolts and even tires,

And rigged the parts with skill and speed

To answer well their pressing need.

And soon, enough were made complete

To give the greater part a seat,

And let the rest through cunning find

Some way of hanging on behind.

And then no spurt along the road,

Or 'round the yard their courage showed,

But twenty times a measured mile

They whirled away in single file,

Or bunched together in a crowd

If width of road or skill allowed.

At times, while rolling down the grade,

Collisions some confusion made,

For every member of the band,

At steering wished to try his hand;

Though some, perhaps, were not designed

For labor of that special kind.

But Brownies are the folk to bear

Misfortunes with unruffled air;

So on through rough and smooth they spun

Until the turning-point was won.

Then back they wheeled with every spoke,

An hour before the thrush awoke.

THE BROWNIES AT LAWN-TENNIS.

ne evening as the woods grew dark,

The Brownies wandered through a park.

And soon a building, quaint and small,

Appeared to draw the gaze of all.

Said one: "This place contains, no doubt,

The tools of workmen hereabout."

Another said: "You're quite astray,

The workmen's tools are miles away;

Within this building may be found

The fixtures for the tennis ground.

A meadow near, both long and wide,

For half the year is set aside,

And marked with many a square and court,

For those who love the royal sport.

On afternoons assembled there,

The active men and maidens fair

Keep up the game until the day

Has faded into evening gray."

"In other lands than those we tread,

I played the game," another said,

"And proved my skill and muscle stout,

As 'server' and as 'striker-out.'

The lock that hangs before us there

Bears witness to the keeper's care,

And tramps or burglars might go by,

If such a sign should meet the eye.

But we, who laugh at locks or law

Designed to keep mankind in awe,

May praise the keeper's cautious

mind,

But all the same an entrance find."

Ere long, the path that lay between

The building and the meadow green,

Was crowded with the bustling throng,

All bearing implements along;

Some lugging stakes or racket sets,

And others buried up in nets.

To set the posts and mark the ground

The proper size and shape around,

With service-line and line of base,

And courts, both left and right, in place,

Was work that caused but slight delay;

And soon the sport was under way.

And then a strange and stirring scene

Was pictured out upon the green.

Some watched the game and noted well

Where this or that one would excel.

And shouts and calls that filled the air

Proved even-handed playing there.

With anxious looks some kept the score,

And shouted "'vantage!" "game all!" or

To some, "love, forty!"—"deuce!" to more.

But when "deuce set!" the scorer cried,

Applause would ring on every side.

At times so hot the contest grew,

Established laws aside they threw,

And in the game where four should stand,

At least a dozen took a hand.

Some tangled in the netting lay

And some from base-lines strayed away.

Some hit the ball when out of place

Or scrambled through unlawful space.

But still no game was forced to halt

Because of this or greater fault.

And there they sported on the lawn

Until the ruddy streaks of dawn

Gave warning that the day was near,

And Brownies all must disappear.

THE BROWNIES' GOOD WORK.

One time, while Brownies passed around

An honest farmer's piece of ground,

They paused to view the garden fair

And fields of grain that needed care.

"My friends," said one who often spoke

About the ways of human folk,

"Now here's a case in point, I claim,

Where neighbors scarce deserve the name:

This farmer on his back is laid

With broken ribs and shoulder-blade,

Received, I hear, some weeks ago;

While at the village here below,

He checked a running

team, to save

Some children from an

early grave.

Now overripe his harvest

stands

In waiting for the reaper's

hands;

The piece of wheat we

lately passed

Is shelling out at every

blast.

Those pumpkins in that corner plot

Begin to show the signs of rot;

The mold has fastened on their skin,

The ripest ones are caving in,

And soon the pig in yonder sty

With scornful grunt would pass them by.

His Early Rose potatoes there

Are much in need of light and air;

The turnip withers where it lies,

The beet and carrot want to rise.

'Oh, pull us up!' they seem to cry

To every one that passes by;

'The frost will finish our repose,

The grubs are working at our toes;

Unless you come

We'll not be worth

The corn is breaking

The hens around the

And with their ever

May pick the ker-

His neighbors are

and save us soon,

a picayune!'

from the stalk,

hill can walk,

ready bill

nels at their will.

a sordid crowd,

Who've such a shameful waste allowed

So wrapped in self some men can be,

Beyond their purse they seldom see;

'T is left for us to play the friend

And here a helping hand extend.

But as the wakeful chanticleer

Is crowing in the stable near,

Too little of the present night

Is left to set the matter right.

"To-morrow eve, at that dark hour

When birds grow still in leafy bower

And bats forsake the ruined pile

To exercise their wings awhile,

In yonder shady grove we'll meet,

With all our active force complete,

Prepared to give this farmer aid

With basket, barrel, hook, and spade.

But, ere we part, one caution more:

Let some invade a druggist's store,

And bring along a coated pill;

We'll dose the dog to keep him still.

For barking dogs, however kind,

Can oft disturb a Brownie's mind."

—When next the bat of evening flew,

And drowsy things of day withdrew,

When beetles droned across the lea,

And turkeys sought the safest tree

To form aloft a social row

And criticise the fox below,—

Then cunning Brownies might be seen

Advancing from the forest green;

Now jumping fences, as they ran,

Now crawling through (a safer plan);

Now keeping to the roads awhile,

Now "cutting corners," country style;

Some bearing hoes, and baskets more,

Some pushing barrows on before,

While others, swinging sickles bright,

Seemed eager for the grain in sight.

But in advance of all the throng

Three daring Brownies moved along,

Whose duty was to venture close

And give the barking dog his dose.

Now soon the work was under way,

Each chose the part he was to play:

While some who handled hoes the best

Brought "Early Roses" from their nest,

To turnip-tops some laid their hands,

More plied the hook, or twisted bands.

And soon the sheaves lay piled around,

Like heroes on disputed ground.

Now let the eye turn where it might,

A pleasing prospect was in sight;

For garden ground or larger field

Alike a busy crowd revealed:

Some pulling carrots from their bed,

Some bearing burdens on their head,

Or working at a fever heat

While prying out a monster beet.

Now here two heavy loads have met,

And there a barrow has upset,

While workers every effort strain

The rolling pumpkins to regain;

And long before the stars withdrew,

The crop was safe, the work was through.

In shocks the corn, secure and good,

Now like a Sioux encampment stood;

The wheat was safely stowed away;

In bins the "Early Roses" lay,

While carrots, turnips, beets, and all

Received attention, great and small.

When morning dawned, no sight or sound

Of friendly Brownies could be found;

And when at last old Towser broke

The spell, and from his slumber woke,

He rushed around, believing still

Some mischief lay behind the pill.

But though the field looked bare and strange,

His mind could hardly grasp the change.

And when the farmer learned at morn

That safe from harm were wheat and corn,

That all his barley, oats, and rye

Were in the barn, secure and dry,

That carrots, beets, and turnips round

Were safely taken from the ground,

The honest farmer thought, of course,

His neighbors had turned out in force

While helpless on the bed he lay,

And kindly stowed his crop away.

But when he thanked them for their aid,

And hoped they yet might be repaid

For acting such a friendly part,

His words appeared to pierce each heart.

For well they knew that other hands

Than theirs had laid his grain in bands,

That other backs had bent in toil

To save the products of the soil.

And then they felt as such folk will

Who fail to nobly act, until

More earnest helpers, stepping in,

Do all the praise and honor win.

THE BROWNIES AT THE GYMNASIUM.

The Brownies once, while roaming 'round,

By chance approached a college ground;

And, as they skirmished every side,

A large gymnasium they espied.

Their eyes grew bright as they surveyed

The means for exercise displayed.

The club, the weight, the hanging ring,

The horizontal bar, and swing,

The boxing-gloves

Of him who loves

All brought expres-

As one by one they

The time was short,

That named the

that please the heart

the manly art,

sions of delight,

came in sight.

and words were few

work for each to do.

Their mystic art, as may be found

On pages now in volumes bound,

Was quite enough to bear them in

Through walls of wood and roofs of tin.

No hasp can hold, no bolt can stand

Before the Brownie's tiny hand;

The sash will rise, the panel yield,

And leave him master of the field.—

When safe they stood within

the hall,

A pleasant time was

promised all.

Said one: "The clubs let me obtain

That Indians use upon the plain,

And here I'll stand to test my power,

And swing them 'round my head an hour;

Though not the largest in the band,

I claim to own no infant hand;

And muscle in this arm you'll meet

That well might grace a trained athlete.

Two goats once blocked a mountain pass

Contending o'er a tuft of grass.

Important messages of state

Forbade me there to stand and wait;

Without a pause, the pair I neared

And seized the larger by the beard;

I dragged him from his panting foe

And hurled him to the plain below."

"For clubs," a second answered there,

"Or heavy weights I little care;

Let those by generous nature planned

At heavy lifting try their hand;

But give me bar or give me ring,

Where I can turn, contort, and swing,

And I'll outdo, with movements fine,

The monkey on his tropic vine."

Thus skill and strength and wind they tried

By means they found on every side.

Some claimed at once the high trapeze,

And there performed with grace and ease;

They turned and tumbled left and right,

As though they held existence light.

At times a finger-tip was all

Between them and a fearful fall.

On strength of toes they now depend,

Or now on coat-tails of a friend—

And had that cloth been less than best

That looms could furnish, east or west,

Some members of the Brownie race

Might now be missing from their place

But fear, we know, scarce ever finds

A home within their active minds.

And little danger they could see

In what would trouble you or me.

Some stood to prove their muscle strong,

And swung the clubs both large and long

That men who met to practice there

Had often found no light affair.

A rope they found as 'round they ran,

And then a "tug-of-war"                  began;

First over benches,                                stools, and chairs,

Then up and down                                 the winding stairs,

They pulled and                                hauled and tugged around,

Now giving up, now gaining ground,

Some lost their footing at the go,

And on their backs slid to and fro

Without a chance their state to mend

Until the contest found an end.

Their coats from tail to collar rent

Showed some through trying treatment went,

And more, with usage much the same,

All twisted out of shape, and lame,

Had scarce a button to their name.

The judge selected for the case

Ran here and there about the place

With warning cries and gesture wide

And seemed unable to decide.

And there they might be tugging still,

With equal strength and equal will—

But while they struggled, stars withdrew

And hints of morning broader grew,

Till arrows from the rising sun

Soon made them drop the rope and run.

THE BROWNIES' FEAST.

In best of spirits, blithe and free,—

As Brownies always seem to be,—

A jovial band, with hop and leap,

Were passing through a forest deep,

When in an open space they spied

A heavy caldron, large and wide,

Where woodmen, working at their trade,

A rustic boiling-place had made.

"My friends," said one, "a chance like this

No cunning Brownie band should miss,

All unobserved, we may prepare

And boil a pudding nicely there;

Some dying embers smolder still

Which we may soon revive at will;

And by the roots of yonder tree

A brook goes babbling to the sea.

At Parker's mill, some miles below,

They're grinding flour as white as snow

An easy task for us to bear

Enough to serve our need from there:

I noticed, as I passed to-night,

A window with a broken light,

And through the opening we'll pour

Though bolts and bars be on the door."

"And I," another Brownie cried,

"Will find the plums and currants dried;

I'll have some here in half an hour

To sprinkle thickly through the flour;

So stir yourselves, and bear in mind

That some must spice and sugar find."

"I know," cried one, "where hens have made

Their nest beneath the burdock shade—

I saw them stealing out with care

To lay their eggs in secret there.

The farmer's wife, through sun and rain,

Has sought to find that nest in vain:

They cackle by the wall of stones,

The hollow stump and pile of bones,

And by the ditch that lies below,

Where yellow weeds and nettles grow;

And draw her after everywhere

Until she quits them in despair.

The task be mine to thither lead

A band of comrades now with speed,

To help me bear a tender load

Along the rough and rugged road."

Away, away, on every side,

At once the lively Brownies glide;

Some after plums, more 'round the hill—

The shortest way to reach the mill—

While some on wings and some on legs

Go darting off to find the eggs.

A few remained upon the spot

To build a fire beneath the pot;

Some gathered bark from trunks of trees,

While others, on their hands and knees,

Around the embers puffed and blew

Until the sparks to blazes grew;

And scarcely was the kindling burned

Before the absent ones returned.

All loaded down they came, in groups,

In couples, singly, and in troops.

Upon their shoulders, heads, and backs

They bore along the floury sacks;

With plums and currants others came,

Each bag and basket filled the same;

While those who gave the hens a call

Had taken nest-egg, nest, and all;

And more, a pressing want to meet,

From some one's line had hauled a sheet,

The monstrous pudding to infold

While in the boiling pot it rolled.

The rogues were flour from head to feet

Before the mixture was complete.

Like snow-birds in a drift of snow

They worked and elbowed in the dough,

Till every particle they brought

Was in the mass before them wrought.

And soon the sheet around the pile

Was wrapped in most artistic style.

Then every plan and scheme was tried

To hoist it o'er the caldron's side.

At times, it seemed about to fall,

Yet none forsook their post through fear,

But harder worked with danger near.

They pulled and hauled and orders gave,

And pushed and pried with stick and stave,

Until, in spite of height and heat,

They had performed the trying feat.

To take the pudding from the pot

They might have found as hard and hot.

But water on the fire they threw,

And then to work again they flew.

And soon the steaming treasure sat

Upon a stone both broad and flat,

Which answered for a table grand,

When nothing better was at hand.

Some think that Brownies never eat,

But live on odors soft and sweet.

That through the verdant woods proceed

Or steal across the dewy mead;

But those who could have gained a sight

Of them, around their pudding white,

Would have perceived that elves of air

Can relish more substantial fare.

They clustered close, and delved and ate

Without a knife, a spoon, or plate;

Some picking out the plums with care,

And leaving all the pastry there.

While some let plums and currants go,

But paid attention to the dough.

The purpose of each Brownie's mind

Was not to leave a crumb behind,

That, when the morning sun should shine

Through leafy tree and clinging vine,

No traces of their sumptuous feast

It might reveal to

And well they gauged

When they their

For when the rich

The rogues could

—The miller never

For Brownies wield a

man or beast;

what all could bear,

pudding did prepare;

repast was done,

neither fly nor run.

missed his flour,

mystic power;

Whate'er they take they can restore

In greater plenty than before.

THE BROWNIES                              TOBOGGANING

One evening, when the snow lay white

On level plain and mountain height,

The Brownies

mustered, one

and all,

In answer to a special

call.

All clustered in a ring they stood

Within the shelter of the wood,

While earnest faces brighter grew

At thought of enterprises new.

Said one, "It seems that all the rage,

With human kind of every age,

Is on toboggans swift to slide

Down steepest hill or mountain side.

Our plans at once we must prepare,

And try, ourselves, that pleasure rare.

We might enough toboggans find

In town, perhaps, of every kind,

If some one chanced to know where they

Awaiting sale are stowed away."

Another spoke: "Within us lies

The power to make our own supplies;

We'll not depend on other hands

To satisfy these new demands;

The merchants' wares we'll let alone

And make toboggans of our own;

A lumber-yard some miles from here

Holds seasoned lumber all the year.

There pine and cedar may be found,

And oak and ash are piled around.

Some boards are thick and some are thin,

But all will bend like sheets of tin.

At once we'll hasten to the spot,

And, though a fence surrounds the lot,

We'll skirmish 'round and persevere,

And gain an entrance,—never fear."

This brought a smile to every face,

For Brownies love to climb and race,

And undertake such work as will

Bring into play their wondrous skill.

The pointers on the dial plate

Could hardly mark a later date,

Before they scampered o'er the miles

That brought them to the lumber piles,

And then they clambered, crept, and squeezed,

And gained admittance where they pleased;

For other ways than builders show

To scale a wall the Brownies know.

Some sought for birch, and some for pine,

And some for cedar, soft and fine.

With free selection well content

Soon under heavy loads they bent.

It chanced to be a windy night,

Which made their labor far from light,

But, though a heavy tax was laid

On strength and patience,

undismayed

They worked their way by

hook or crook,

And reached at last a

sheltered nook;

Then lively work the crowd began

To make toboggans true to plan.

The force was large, the rogues had skill,

And hands were willing—better still;

So here a twist, and there a bend,

Soon brought their labors to an end.

Without the aid of steam or glue,

They curved them like a war canoe;

No little forethought some displayed,

But wisely "double-enders" made,

That should they turn, as turn they might,

They'd keep the downward course aright;

They fashioned some for three or four,

And some to carry eight or more,

While some were made to take a crowd

And room for half the band allowed.

Before the middle watch of night,

The Brownies sought the mountain height,

And down the steepest grade it showed

The band in wild procession rode;

Some lay at length, some found a seat;

Some bravely stood on bracing feet.

But trouble, as you understand,

Oft moves with pleasure, hand in hand,

And even Brownies were not free

From evil snag or stubborn tree

That split toboggans like a quill,

And scattered riders down the hill.

With pitch and toss and plunge they flew,—

Some skimmed the drifts, some tunneled through;

Then out across the frozen plain

At dizzy speed they shot amain,

Through splintered rails and flying gates

Of half a dozen large estates;

Until it seemed that ocean wide

Alone could check the fearful ride.

Some, growing

dizzy with the

speed,

At times a friendly

hand would need

To help them keep their proper grip

Through all the dangers of the trip.

And thus until the stars had waned,

The sport of coasting was maintained.

Then, while they sought with lively race

In deeper woods a hiding-place,

"How strange," said one, "we never tried

Till now the wild toboggan ride!

But since we've proved the pleasure fine

That's found upon the steep incline,

We'll often muster on the height,

And make the most of every night,

Until the rains of spring descend

And bring such pleasures to an end."

Another answered frank and free:

"In all such musters count on me;

For though my back is badly strained,

My elbow-joint and ankle sprained,

I'll be the first upon the ground

As long as patch of snow is found,

And bravely do my part to steer

Toboggans on their wild career."

So every evening, foul or fair,

The jovial Brownies gathered there,

Till with the days of

Spring, at last,

Came drenching shower and melting

blast,

Which sent the mountain's ice and

snow

To fill the rivers miles below.

THE BROWNIES' BALLOON.

WHILE rambling through the forest shade,

A sudden halt some Brownies made;

For spread about on bush and ground

An old balloon at rest they found,

That while upon some flying trip

Had given aeronauts the slip.

And, falling here in foliage green,

Through all the summer lay unseen.

The Brownies gathered fast to stare

Upon the monster lying there,

And when they learned the use and plan

Of valves and ropes, the rogues began

To lay their schemes and name a night

When all could take an airy flight.

"We want," said one, "no tame affair,

Like some that rise with heated air,

And hardly clear the chimney-top

Before they lose their life and drop.

The bag with gas must be supplied,

That will insure a lengthy ride;

When we set sail 't is not to fly

Above a spire and call it high.

The boat, or basket, must be strong,

Designed to take the crowd along;

For that which leaves a part behind

Would hardly suit the Brownie mind.

The works that serve the town of Bray

With gas are scarce two miles away.

To-morrow night we'll come and bear,

As best we can, this burden there;

And when inflated, fit to rise,

We'll take a sail around the skies."

Next evening, as the scheme was planned,

The Brownies promptly were on hand;

For when some pleasure lies in view,

The absentees are always few.

But 't was no easy task to haul

The old balloon, car, ropes and all,

Across the rocks and fallen trees

And through the marshes to their knees.

But Brownies, persevering still,

Will keep their course through every ill,

And in the main, as history shows,

Succeed in aught they do propose.

So, though it cost them rather dear,

In scratches there and tumbles here,

They worked until the wondrous feat

Of transportation was complete.

Then while some busy fingers played

Around the rents that branches made,

An extra coil of rope was tied

In long festoons around the side,

That all the party, young and old,

Might find a trusty seat or hold.

And while they worked, they chatted free

About the wonders they would see.

Said one: "As smoothly as a kite,

We'll rise above the clouds to-night,

And may the question settle soon,

About the surface of the moon."

Now all was ready for the gas,

And soon the lank and tangled mass

Began to flop about and rise,

As though impatient for the skies;

Then was there work for every hand

That could be mustered in the band,

To keep the growing monster low

Until they stood prepared to go;

To this and that they made it fast,

Round stones and stakes the rope was cast;

But strong it grew and stronger still,

As every wrinkle seemed to fill;

And when at last it bounded clear,

And started on its wild career,

A rooted stump and garden gate,

It carried off as special freight.

Though all the Brownies went, a part

Were not in proper shape to start;

Arrangements hardly were complete,

Some wanted room and more a seat,

While some in acrobatic style

Must put their trust in toes awhile.

But Brownies are not hard to please,

And soon they rested at their ease;

Some found support, both safe and strong,

Upon the gate that went along,

By some the stump was utilized,

And furnished seats they highly prized.

Now, as they rose they ran afoul

Of screaming hawk and hooting owl,

And flitting bats that hooked their wings

At once around the ropes and strings,

As though content to there abide

And take the chances of the ride.

On passing through a heavy cloud,

One thus addressed the moistened crowd:

"Although the earth, from which we rise,

Now many miles below us lies,

To sharpest eye, strain as it may,

The moon looks just as far away."

"The earth is good enough for me!"

Another said, "with grassy                                                       lea;

And shady groves, of                                                              songsters full.—

Will some one give the                                                             valve a pull?"

And soon they all were                                                            well content,

To start upon a mild                                                                 descent.

But once the gas                                                                     commenced to go,

They lost the power to                                                             check the flow;

The more they tried                                                                 control to gain,

The more it seemed to                                                             rush amain.

Then some began to

wring their hands,

And more to volunteer

commands;

While some were

craning out to view

What part of earth their

wreck would strew,

A marshy plain, a rocky

shore,

Or ocean with its sullen

roar.

It happened as they neared the ground,

A rushing gale was sweeping round,

That caught and carried them with speed

Across the forest and the mead.

Then lively catching might be seen

At cedar tops and branches

green;

While still the stump behind

them swung,

On this it caught, to that it

hung,

And, as an anchor, played a

part

They little thought of at the start.

At length, in spite of sweeping blast,

Some friendly branches held them fast:

And then, descending, safe and sound,

The daring Brownies reached the ground

But in the tree-top on the hill

The old balloon is hanging still,

And saves the farmers on the plain

From placing scare-crows in their grain.

THE BROWNIES CANOEING.

s day in shades of evening sank,

The Brownies reached a river bank;

And there awhile stood gazing down

At students from a neighboring town,

Whose light canoes charmed

every eye,

As one by one they floated by.

Said one, "We'll follow, as they

go,

Until they gain the point below.

There stands a house, but lately made,

Wherein the club's effects are laid;

We'll take possession after dark,

And in these strange affairs embark."

They all declared, at any cost,

A chance like this should ne'er be lost;

And keeping well the men in sight

They followed closely as they might.

The moon was climbing o'er the hill,

The owl was hooting by the mill,

When from the building on the sands

The boats were shoved with willing hands.

A "Shadow" model some explored,

And then well-pleased they rushed on board;

The open "Peterboro'," too,

Found its supporters—and a crew.

The Indian "Birch-bark" seemed too frail

And lacked the adjunct of a sail,

Yet of a load it did not fail,—

For all the boats were in demand;

As well those which with skill were planned

By men of keenest judgment ripe,

As those of humbler, home-made type.

And soon away sailed all the fleet

With every Brownie in his seat.

The start was promising and fine;

With little skill and less design

They steered along as suited best,

And let the current do the rest.

All nature seemed to be aware

That something strange was stirring there.

The owl to-whooed, the raven croaked;

The mink and rat with caution poked

Their heads above the wave, aghast;

While frogs a look of wonder cast

And held their breath till all had passed.

As every stream will show a bend,

If one explores from end to end,

So every river, great and small,

Must have its rapids and its fall;

And those who on its surface glide

O'er rough as well as smooth must ride.

The stream whereon had started out

The Brownie band in gleeful rout

Was wild enough

At times it tum-

O'er shelving rocks

At times it formed

A brood of whirl-

That with each oth-

As fated objects

to please a trout.

bled on its way

and bowlders gray

from side to side

pools deep and wide

er seemed to vie

drifted nigh.

Ere long each watchful Brownie there,

Of all these facts grew well aware;

Some losing faith, as people will,

In their companions' care or skill,

Would seize the paddle for a time,

Until a disapproving chime

Of voices made them rest their hand,

And let still others take command.

But, spite of current, whirl or go,

In spite of hungry tribes below,—

The eel, the craw-fish, leech, and pout,

That watched them from the starting out,

And thought each moment flitting by

Might spill them out a year's supply,—

The Brownies drifted onward still;

And though confusion baffled skill,

Canoes throughout the trying race

Kept right side up in every case.

But sport that traveled hand in hand

With horrors hardly pleased the band,

As pallid cheek and popping eye

On every side could testify;

And all agreed that wisdom lay

In steering home without delay.

So landing quick, the boats they tied

To roots or trees as chance supplied,

And plunging in the woods profound,

They soon were lost to sight and sound.

THE BROWNIES IN THE MENAGERIE.

HE Brownies heard the news with glee,

That in a city near the sea

A spacious building was designed

For holding beasts of every kind.

From polar snows, from desert sand,

From mountain peak, and timbered land,

The beasts with claw and beasts with hoof,

All met beneath one slated roof.

That night, like bees before the wind,

With home in sight, and storm behind,

The band of Brownies might be seen,

All scudding from the forest green.

Less time it took the walls to scale

Than is required to tell the tale.

The art that makes the lock seem weak,

The bolt to slide, the hinge to creak,

Was theirs to use as heretofore,

With good effect, on sash and door;

And soon the band stood face to face

With all the wonders of the place.

To Brownies, as to children dear,

The monkey seemed a creature queer;

They watched its skill to climb and cling,

By either toe or tail to swing;

Perhaps they got some hints that might

Come well in hand some future night,

When climbing up a wall or tree,

Or chimney, as the case might be.

Then off to other parts they'd range

To gather 'round some creature strange;

To watch the movements of the bear,

Or at the spotted serpents stare.

Around the sleeping lion long

They stood an interested throng,

Debating o'er its strength of limb,

Its heavy mane or visage grim.

The mammoth turtle from its pen

Was driven 'round and 'round again,

And though the coach proved rather slow

They kept it hours upon the go.

Said one, "Before your face and eyes

I'll take that snake from where it lies,

And like a Hindoo of the East,

Benumb and charm the crawling beast,

Then twist him 'round me on the spot

And tie him in a sailor's knot."

Another then was quick to shout,

"We'll leave that snake performance out!

I grant you all the power you claim

To charm, to tie, to twist and tame;

But let me still suggest you try

Your art when no one else is nigh.

Of all the beasts that creep or crawl

From Rupert's Land to China's wall,

In torrid, mild, or frigid zone,

The snake is best to let alone."

Against this counsel, seeming good,

At least a score of others stood.

Said one, "My friend, suppress alarm;

There's nothing here to threaten harm.

Be sure the power that mortals hold

Is not denied the Brownies bold."

So, harmlessly as silken bands

The snakes were twisted in their hands.

Some hauled them freely 'round the place;

Some braided others in a trace;

And every knot to sailors known,

Was quickly tied, and quickly shown.

Thus, 'round from cage to cage they went,

For some to smile, and some comment

On Nature's way of dealing out

To this a tail, to that a snout

Of extra length, and then deny

To something else a fair supply.

—But when the bear and tiger growled,

And wolf and lynx in chorus howled,

And starting from its broken sleep,

The lion rose with sudden leap,

And, bounding 'round the rocking cage,

With lifted mane, roared loud with rage,

And thrust its paws between the bars,

Until it seemed to shake the stars,—

A panic seized the Brownies all,

And out they scampered from the hall,

As if they feared incautious men

Had built too frail a prison pen.

THE BROWNIES' CIRCUS.

ONE night the circus was in town

With tumbling men and painted clown,

And Brownies came from forest deep

Around the tent to climb and creep,

And through the canvas, as they might

Of inner movements gain a sight.

Said one, "A chance we'll hardly find

That better suits the Brownie mind;

To-night when all this great array

Of people take their homeward way,

We'll promptly make a swift descent

And take possession of the tent,

And here, till morning light is shown,

We'll have a circus of our own."

"I best," cried one, "of all the band

The elephant can take in hand;

I noticed how they led him round

And marked the place he may be found;

On me you may depend to keep

The monster harmless as a sheep."

The laughing crowd that filled the place,

Had hardly homeward turned its face,

Before the eager waiting band

Took full possession as they planned,

And 'round they scampered left and right

To see what offered most delight.

Cried one, "If I can only find

The whip, I'll have a happy mind;

For I'll be master of the ring

And keep the horses on the spring,

Announce the names of those who ride,

And snap the whip on every side."

Another said, "I'll be a clown;

I saw the way they tumble down,

And how the cunning rogues contrive

To always keep the fun alive."

With such remarks away they went

At this or that around the tent;

The wire that not an hour before

The Japanese had traveled o'er

From end to end with careful stride,

Was hunted up and quickly tried.

Not one alone upon it stepped,

But up by twos and threes they crept,

Until the strand appeared to bear

No less than half the Brownies there.

Some showed an easy, graceful pose,

But some put little faith in toes,

And thought that fingers, after all,

Are best if one begins to fall.

When weary of a sport they grew,

Away to other tricks they flew.

They rode upon the rolling ball

Without regard to slip or fall;

Both up and down the steep incline

They kept their place, with balance fine,

Until it bounded from the road,

And whirled away without its load.

They galloped 'round the dusty ring

Without a saddle, strap or string,

And jumped through hoops both large and small,

And over banners, poles and all.

In time the elephant was found

And held as though in fetters bound;

Their mystic power controlled the beast,—

He seemed afraid to move the least,

But filled with wonder, limp and lax,

He stood and trembled in his tracks,

While all the band from first to last

Across his back in order passed.

So thus they saw the moments fly

Till dawn began to paint the sky;

And then by every flap and tear

They made their way to open air,

And off through lanes and alleys passed

To reach their hiding-place at last.

THE BROWNIES AT BASE-BALL.

Where clubs from different cities came

To play the nation's favorite game.

Then spoke a member of the band:

"This game extends throughout the land;

No city, town, or village 'round,

But has its club, and diamond ground,

With bases marked, and paths between,

And seats for crowds to view the scene.

At other games we've not been slow

Our mystic art and skill to show;

Let's take our turn at ball and bat,

And prove ourselves expert at that."

Another answered: "I have planned

A method to equip           our band.

There is a firm in yonder town,

Whose goods have won them wide renown;

Their special branch of business lies

In sending forth these club supplies.

The balls are wound as hard as stones,

The bats are turned as smooth as bones,

And masks are made to guard the nose

Of him who fears the batter's blows,

Or stops the pitcher's curves and throws.

To know the place such goods to find,

Is quite enough for Browny-kind!"

When hungry bats came forth to wheel

'Round eaves and find their evening meal,

The cunning Brownies sought the store,

To work their way through sash and door.

And soon their beaming faces told

Success had crowned their efforts bold.

A goodly number of the throng

Took extra implements along,

In case of mishap on the way,

Or loss, or breakage during play.

The night was clear, the road was good,

And soon within the field they stood.

Then games were played without a

pause,

According to the printed laws.

There, turn about, each took his place

At first or third or second base,

At left or right or center field.

To pitch, to catch, or bat to wield,

Or else as "short-stop" standing by

To catch a "grounder" or a "fly."

Soon every corner of the ground

Its separate set of players found.

A dozen games upon the green,

With ins and outs might there be seen;

The umpires noting all with care

To tell if hits were foul or fair,

The "strikes" and "balls" to plainly shout,

And say if men were "safe" or "out,"

And give decision just and wise

When knotty questions would arise.

But many Brownies thought it best

To leave the sport and watch the rest;

And from the seats or fences high

They viewed the scene with anxious eye

And never failed, the contest through,

To render praise when praise was due.

While others, freed from games on hand,

In merry groups aside would stand,

And pitch and catch with rarest skill

To keep themselves in practice still.

Now "double plays" and balls well curved

And "base hits" often were observed,

While "errors" were but seldom seen

Through all the games upon that green.

Before the flush of morn arose

To bring their contests to a close,

The balls and bats in every case

Were carried back and put in place;

And when the Brownies left the store,

All was in order as before.

THE BROWNIES AND THE BEES.

HILE Brownies once were rambling through

A forest where tall timber grew,

The hum of bees above their head

To much remark and wonder led.

They gazed at branches in the air

And listened at the roots with care,

And soon a pine of giant size

Was found to hold the hidden prize.

Said one: "Some wild bees here have made

Their home within the forest shade,

Where neither fox nor prying bear

Can steal the treasure gathered there."

Another spoke: "You're quick and bright,

And as a rule judge matters right;

But here, my friend, you're all astray,

And like the blind mole grope your way.

I chance well to remember still,

How months ago, when up the hill,

A farmer near, with bell and horn,

Pursued a swarm one sunny morn.

The fearful din the town awoke,

The clapper from his bell he broke;

But still their queen's directing cry

The bees heard o'er the clamor high;

And held their bearing for this pine

As straight as runs the county line.

With taxes here, and failures there,

The man can ill such losses bear.

In view of this, our duty's clear:

To-morrow night we'll muster here,

And when we give this tree a fall,

In proper shape we'll hive them all,

And take the queen and working throng

And lazy drones where they belong."

Next evening, at the time they'd set,

Around the pine the Brownies met

With tools collected, as they sped

From mill and shop and farmer's shed;

While some, to all their wants alive,

With ready hands procured a hive.

Ere work began, said one: "I fear

But little sport awaits us here.

Be sure a trying task we'll find;

The bee is fuss and fire combined.

Let's take him in his drowsy hour,

Or when palavering to the flower.

For bees, however wild or tame,

In all lands are about the same;

And those will rue it who neglect

To treat the buzzer with respect."

Ere long, by steady grasp and blow,

The towering tree was leveled low;

And then the hive was made to rest

In proper style above the nest,

Until the queen and all her train

Did full and fair possession gain.

Then 'round the hive a sheet was tied,

That some were thoughtful to provide,

And off on poles, as best they could,

They bore the burden from the wood.

But trouble, as one may divine,

Occurred at points along the line.

'Twas bad enough on level ground,

Where, now and then, one exit found;

But when the Brownies lacked a road,

Or climbed the fences with their load,—

Then numbers of the prisoners there

Came trooping out to take the air,

And managed straight enough to fly

To keep excitement running high.

With branches broken off to suit,

And grass uplifted by the root,

In vain some daring Brownies tried

To brush the buzzing plagues aside.

Said one, whose features proved to all

That bees had paid his face a call:

"I'd rather dare the raging main

Than meddle with such things again."

"The noble voice," another cried,

"Of duty still must rule and guide,—

Or in the ditch the sun would see

The tumbled hive for all of me."

And when at last the fence they found

That girt the farmer's orchard 'round,

And laid the hive upon the stand,

There hardly was, in all the band,

A single Brownie who was free

From some reminders of the bee.

But thoughts of what a great surprise

Ere long would light the farmer's eyes

Soon drove away from every brain

The slightest thought of toil or pain.

THE BROWNIES ON ROLLER SKATES.

HE Brownies planned at close of day

To reach a town some miles away,

Where roller skating, so 'twas said,

Of all amusements kept ahead.

Said one: "When deeper shadows fall,

We'll cross the river, find the hall,

And learn the nature of the sport

Of which we hear such good report."

To reach the bridge that led to town,

With eager steps they hastened down;

But recent rains had caused a rise—

The stream was now a fearful size;

The bridge was nearly swept away,

Submerged in parts, and wet with spray.

But when the cunning Brownies get

Their mind on some maneuver set,

Nor wind nor flood, nor frost nor fire

Can ever make the rogues retire.

Some walked the dripping logs with ease,

While others crept on hands and knees

With movements rather safe than fast,

And inch by inch the danger passed.

Now, guided by the rumbling sound

That told where skaters circled 'round,

Through dimly lighted streets they flew,

And close about the building drew.

Without delay the active band,

By spouts and other means at hand,

Of skill and daring furnished proof

And gained possession of the roof;

Then through the skylight viewed the show

Presented by the crowds below.

Said one: "While I survey that floor

I'm filled with longing more and more,

And discontent with me will bide

Till 'round the rink I smoothly glide.

At night I've ridden through the air,

Where bats abide, and owls repair;

I've rolled in surf of ocean wide,

And coasted down the mountain-side;

And now to sweep around a hall

On roller skates would crown it all."

"My plans," the leader answer made,

"Are in my mind already laid.

Within an hour the folk below

Will quit their sport and homeward go;

Then will the time

For us to leave this

And prove how well

We may command

When came the

And people from

be ripe, indeed,

roof with speed,

our toes and heels

when set on wheels."

closing hour at last,

rink had passed,

The Brownies hurried down to find

The roller skates they'd left behind.

Then such a scene was there as few

May ever have a chance to view.

Some hardly circled 'round the place,

Before they moved with ease and grace,

And skated freely to and fro,

Upon a single heel or toe.

Some coats were torn beyond repair,

By catches here and clutches there,

When those who felt their faith give way,

Groped right and left without delay;

While some who strove their friends to aid,

Upon the floor themselves were laid,

To spread confusion there awhile,

As large and larger grew the pile.

Some rose with fingers out of joint,

Or black and blue at every point;

And few but felt some portion sore,

From introductions to the floor.

But such mishaps were lost to sight,

Amid the common wild delight,—

For little plaint do Brownies make

O'er bump or bruise or even break.

But stars at length began to wane,

And dawn came creeping through the pane;

And much against the will of all,

The rogues were forced to leave the hall.

THE BROWNIES AT THE SEASIDE.

ithin a forest dark and wide,

Some distance from the ocean side,

A band of Brownies played around

On mossy stone or grassy mound,

Or, climbing through the branching tree,

Performed their antics wild and free.

When one, arising in his place

With sparkling eyes and beaming face

Soon won attention from the rest,

And thus the listening throng addressed:

"For years and years, through heat and cold,

Our home has been this forest old;

The saplings which we used to bend

Now like a schooner's masts ascend.

Yet here we live, content to ride

A springing bough with childish pride,

Content to bathe in brook or bog

Along with lizard, leech, and frog;

We're far behind the age you'll find

If once you note the human kind.

The modern youths no longer lave

Their limbs beneath the muddy wave

Of meadow pool or village pond,

But seek the ocean far beyond.

If pleasure in the sea is found

Not offered by the streams around,

The Brownie band at once should haste

These unfamiliar joys to taste;

No torch nor lantern's ray we'll need

To show our path o'er dewy mead,

The ponds and pitfalls in the swale,

The open ditch, the slivered rail,

The poison vine and thistle high

Show clear before the Brownie's

eye."

—Next evening, as their plan

they'd laid,

The band soon gathered in the

shade.

All clustered like a swarm of

bees

They darted from the sheltering

trees;

And straight across the country wide

Began their journey to the tide.

And when they neared the beach at last,—

The stout, the lean, the slow, the fast,—

'T was hard to say, of all the lot,

Who foremost reached the famous spot.

"And now," said one with active mind.

"What proper garments can we find?

In bathing costume, as you know,

The people in the ocean go."

Another spoke, "For such demands,

The building large that yonder stands,

As one can see on passing by,

Is full of garments clean and dry.

There every fashion, loose or tight,

We may secure with labor light."

Though Brownies never carry keys,

They find an entrance where they please;

And never do they chuckle more

Than when some miser bars his door;

For well they know that, spite of locks,

Of rings and staples, bolts and blocks,

Were they inclined to play such prank

He'd find at morn an empty bank.

So now the crafty Brownie crew

Soon brought the bathing-suits to view;

Some, working on the inner side,

The waiting throng without supplied.—

'Twas busy work, as may be guessed,

Before the band was fully dressed;

Some still had cloth enough to lend,

Though shortened up at either end;

Sortie ran about to find a pin,

While others rolled, and puckered in,

And made the best of what they found,

However strange it hung around.

Then, when a boat was manned with care

To watch for daring swimmers there,—

Lest some should venture, over-bold,

And fall a prey to cramp and cold,—

A few began from piers to leap

And plunge at once in water deep,

But more to shiver, shrink, and shout

As step by step they ventured out;

While others were content to stay

In shallow surf, to duck and play

Along the lines that people laid

To give the weak and timid aid.

It was a sight one should behold,

When o'er the crowd the breakers rolled;—

One took a header through the wave,

One floated like a chip or stave,

While others there, at every plunge,

Were taking water like a sponge.

But while the surf they tumbled through,

They reckoned moments as they flew,

And kept in mind their homeward race

Before the sun should show his face.

For sad and painful is the fate

Of those who roam abroad too late;

And well may Brownies bear in mind

The hills and vales they leave behind,

When far from native haunts they run,

As oft they do, in quest of fun.

But, ere they turned to leave the strand,

They made a vow with lifted hand

That every year, when summer's glow

Had warmed the ocean spread below,

They'd journey far from grove and glen

To sport in rolling surf again.

THE BROWNIES AND THE

SPINNING-WHEEL.

One evening, with the falling dew,

Some Brownies 'round a cottage drew.

Said one: "I've learned the reason why

We miss the 'Biddy, Biddy!' cry,

That every morning brought a score

Of fowls around this cottage door;

'T is rheumatism most severe

That keeps the widow prisoned here.

Her sheep go bleating through the field,

In quest of salt no herb can yield,

To early roost the fowls withdraw

While each bewails an empty craw.

And sore neglect you may discern

On every side, where'er you turn.

If aid come to the widow's need,

From Brownies' hands it must proceed."

Another said: "The wool, I know,

Went through the mill a month ago.

I saw them when they bore the sack

Tip yonder hill, a wondrous pack

That caught the branches overhead,

And round their heels the gravel spread.

Her spinning-wheel is lying there

In fragments quite beyond repair.

A passing goat, with manners bold,

Mistook it for a rival old,

And knocked it 'round for half an hour

With all his noted butting power.

They say it was a striking scene,

That twilight conflict on the green;

The wheel was resting on the shed,

The frame around the garden spread,

Before the goat had gained his sight,

And judged the article aright."

A third remarked: "I call to mind

Another wheel that we may find.

Though somewhat worn by use and time,

It seems to be in order prime;

Now, night is but a babe as yet,

The dew has scarce the clover wet;

By running fast and working hard

We soon can bring it to the yard;

Then stationed here in open air

The widow's wool shall be our care."

This suited all, and soon with zeal

They started off to find the wheel;

Their course across the country lay

Where great obstructions barred the way;

But Brownies seldom go around

However rough or wild the ground.

O'er rocky slope and marshy bed,

With one accord they pushed ahead,

Across the tail-race of a mill,

And through a churchyard on the hill.

They found the wheel, with head and feet,

And band and fixtures, all complete;

And soon beneath the trying load

Were struggling on the homeward road.

They had some trouble, toil, and care,

Some hoisting here, and hauling there;

At times, the wheel upon a fence

Defied them all to drag it thence,

As though determined to remain

And serve the farmer, guarding grain.

But patient head and willing hand

Can wonders work in every land;

And cunning Brownies never yield,

But aye as victors leave the field.

Some ran for sticks, and some for pries,

And more for blocks on which to rise,

That every hand or shoulder there,

In such a pinch might do its share.

Before the door they set the wheel,

And near at hand the winding reel,

That some might wind while others spun,

And thus the task be quickly done.

No time was wasted, now, to find

What best would suit each hand or mind.

Some through the cottage crept about

To find the wool and pass it out;

With some to turn, and some to pull,

And some to shout, "The spindle's full!"

The wheel gave out a droning song,—

The work in hand was pushed along.

Their mode of action and their skill

With wonder might a spinster fill;

For out across the yard entire

They spun the yarn like endless wire,—

Beyond the well with steady haul,

Across the patch of beans and all,

Until the walls, or ditches wide,

A greater stretch of wool denied.

The widow's yarn was quickly wound

In tidy balls, quite large and round.

And ere the night began to fade,

The borrowed wheel at home was laid;

And none the worse for rack or wear,

Except a blemish here and there,

A spindle bent, a broken band,—

'T was ready for the owner's hand.

THE BROWNIES' VOYAGE.

ne night, a restless Brownie band

Resolved to leave their native strand,

And visit islands fair and green,

That in the distance might be seen.

In answer to a summons wide,

The Brownies came from every side—

A novel spectacle they made,

All mustered in the forest shade.

With working implements they came,

Of every fashion, use, and name.

Said one, "How many times have we

Surveyed those islands in the sea,

And longed for means to thither sail

And ramble over hill and vale!

That pleasure rare we may command,

Without the aid of human hand.

And ere the faintest streak of gray

Has advertised the coming day,

A sturdy craft, both tough and tall,

With masts and halyards, shrouds and all,

With sails to spread, and helm to guide,

Completed from the ways shall glide.

So exercise your mystic power

And make the most of every hour!"

With axes, hammers, saws, and rules,

Dividers, squares, and boring tools,

The active Brownies scattered 'round,

And every one his labor found.

Some fell to chopping down the trees,
And some to hewing ribs and knees;

While more the ponderous keelson made,
And fast the shapely hull was laid.

Then over all they clambered soon,

Like bees around their hive in June.

'T was hammer, hammer, here and there,
And rip and racket everywhere,

While some were spiking planks and beams,

The calkers stuffed the yawning seams,

And poured the resin left and right,

To make her stanch and water-tight.

Some busily were bringing nails,

And bolts of canvas for the sails,

And coils of rope of every size

To make the ratlines, shrouds, and guys.

It mattered little whence it came,

Or who a loss of stock might claim;

Supply kept even with demand,

Convenient to the rigger's hand.

'T was marvelous to see how fast

The vessel was together cast;

Until, with all its rigs and stays,

It sat prepared to leave the ways.

It but remained to name it now,

And break a bottle on the bow,

To knock the wedges from the side,

And from the keel, and let it slide.

And when it rode upon the sea,

The Brownies thronged the deck with glee,

And veering 'round in proper style,

They bore away for nearest isle.

But those who will the ocean brave

Should be prepared for wind and wave

For storms will rise, as many know,

When least we look for squall or blow

And soon the sky was overcast,

And waves were running high and fast;

Then some were sick and some were filled

With fears that all their ardor chilled;

But, as when dangers do assail

The humankind, though some may quail,

There will be found a few to face

The danger, and redeem the race,—

So, some brave Brownies nobly stood

And manned the ship as best they could.

Some staid on deck to sound for bars;

Some went aloft to watch for stars;

And some around the rudder hung,

And here and there the vessel swung,

While, others, strung on yard and mast,

Kept shifting sails to suit the blast.

At times, the bow was high in air,

And next the stern was lifted there.

So thus it tumbled, tossed, and rolled,

And shipped enough to fill the hold,

Till more than once it seemed as though

To feed the fish they all must go.

But still they bravely tacked and veered,

And hauled, and reefed, and onward steered;

While screaming birds around them wheeled,

As if to say: "Your doom is sealed";

And hungry gar and hopeful shark

In shoals pursued the creaking bark,

Still wondering how it braved a gale

That might have made Columbus pale.

The rugged island, near them now,

Was looming on their starboard bow;

But knowing not the proper way

Of entering its sheltered bay,

They simply kept their canvas spread,

And steered the vessel straight ahead.

The birds were distanced in the race;

The gar and shark gave up the chase,

And turning back, forsook the keel,

And lost their chances of a meal.

For now the ship to ruin flew,

As though it felt its work was through,

And soon it stranded, "pitch and toss,"

Upon the rocks, a total loss.

The masts and spars went by the board—

The hull was shivered like a gourd!

But yet, on broken plank and rail,

On splintered spars and bits of sail

That strewed for miles the rugged strand,

The Brownies safely reached the land.

Now, Brownies lack the power, 'tis said,

Of making twice what once they've made;

So all their efforts were in vain

To build and launch the ship again;—

And on that island, roaming 'round,

That Brownie band for years was found.

THE BROWNIES' RETURN.

ONCE while the Brownies lay at ease

About the roots of rugged trees,

And listened to the dreary moan

Of tides around their island lone

Said one: "My friends, unhappy here,

We spend our days from year to year

We're cornered in, and hardly boast

A run of twenty leagues at most

You all remember well, I ween,

The night we reached this island green,

When flocks of fowl around us wailed,

And followed till their pinions failed.

And still our ship at every wave

To sharks a creaking promise gave,

Then spilled us out in breakers white,

To gain the land as best we might.

Since then how oft we've tried in vain

To reach our native haunts again,

Where roaming freely, unconfined,

Would better suit our roving mind.

"To-night, while wandering by the sea

A novel scheme occurred to me,

As I beheld in groups and rows

The weary fowl in deep repose.

They sat as motionless as though

The life had left them years ago.

The albatross and crane are there,

The loon, the gull, and gannet rare.

An easy task for us to creep

Around the fowl, while fast asleep.

And at a given signal spring

Aboard, before they spread a wing,

And trust to them to bear us o'er.

In safety to our native shore."

Another spoke: "I never yet

Have shunned a risk that others met,

But here uncommon dangers lie,

Suppose the fowl should seaward fly,

And never landing, course about,

And drop us, when their wings gave out?"

To shallow schemes that will not bring

A modest risk, let cowards cling!

The first replied. "A Brownie shows

The best where dangers thickest close.

But, hear me out: by sea and land,

Their habits well I understand.

When rising first they circle wide,

As though the strength of wings they tried,

Then steering straight across the bay,

To yonder coast a visit pay.

But granting they for once should be

Inclined to strike for open sea,

The breeze that now is rising fast,

Will freshen to a whistling blast,

And landward sweeping, stronger still,

Will drive the fowl against their will."

Now at his heels, with willing feet,

They followed to the fowls' retreat.

'Twas hard to scale the rugged breast

Of crags, where birds took nightly rest.

But some on hands, and some on knees,

And more by vines or roots of trees,

From shelf to shelf untiring strained,

And soon the windy summit gained.

With bated breath, they gathered round;

They crawled with care along the ground.

By this, one paused; or that, one eyed;

Each chose the bird he wished to ride.

When all had done the best they could,

And waiting for the signal stood,

It hardly took a moment's space

For each to scramble to his place.

Some seized a neck and some a head,

And some a wing, and some a shred

Of tail, or aught that nearest lay,

To help them mount without delay.

Then rose wild flaps and piercing screams,

As sudden starting from their dreams

The wondering fowl in sore dismay

Brought wings and muscles into play.

Some felt the need of longer sleep,

And hardly had the strength to "cheep;"

While others seemed to find a store

Of screams they'd never found before

—But off like leaves or flakes of snow

Before the gale the Brownies go,

Away, away, through spray or cloud

As fancy led, or load allowed.

Some birds to poor advantage showed,

As, with an oddly balanced load,

Now right or left at random cast,

They flew, the sport of every blast;

While fish below had aching eyes

With gazing upward at the prize.

They followed still from mile to mile,

Believing fortune yet would smile;

While plainer to the Brownies grew

The hills and vales that well they knew.

"I see," said one, who, from his post

Between the wings, could view the coast,

"The lofty peaks we used to climb

To gaze upon the scene sublime."

A second cried: "And there's the bay

From which our vessel bore away!"

"And I," another cried, "can see

The shady grove, the very tree

We met beneath the night we planned

To build a ship and leave the land!"

All in confusion now at last,

The birds upon the shore were cast.

Some, tumbling through thick branches, fell

And spilled the load that clung so well.

Some, "topsy-turvy" to the ground,

Dispersed their riders all around;

And others still could barely get

To shores where land and water met.

Congratulations then began,

As here and there the Brownies ran,

To learn if all had held their grip

And kept aboard throughout the trip.

"And now," said one, "that all are o'er

In safety to our native shore,

You see, so wasted is the night,

Orion's belt is out of sight;

And ere the lamp of Venus fades

We all must reach the forest shades.

THE BROWNIES' SINGING-SCHOOL.

s mists of evening deeper grew,

The Brownies 'round a comrade drew,

An interesting tale to hear

About a village lying near.

"Last night," said he, "I heard arise

From many throats discordant cries.

At once I followed up the sound,

And soon, to my amazement, found

It issued from a building small

That answered for the county hall.

"I listened there around the door,

By village time, an hour or more;

Until I learned beyond a doubt

A singing-school caused all the rout.

Some, like the hound, would keep ahead,

And others seemed to lag instead.

Some singers, struggling with the tune,

Outscreamed the frightened northern loon.

Some mocked the pinched or wheezing cry

Of locusts when the wheat is nigh,

While grumbling bassos shamed the strain

Of bull-frogs calling down the rain."

The Brownies labor heart and hand

All mysteries to understand;

And if you think those Brownies bold

Received the news so plainly told,

And thought no more about the place,

You're not familiar with the race.

When scholars next their voices tried,

The Brownies came from every side;

With ears to knot-holes in the wall,

To door-jambs, thresholds, blinds, and all,

They listened to the jarring din

Proceeding from the room within.

Said one at length, "It seems to me

The master here will earn his fee,

If he from such a crowd can bring

A single person trained to sing."

Another said, "We'll let them try

Their voices till their throats are dry,

And when for home they all depart,

We'll not be slow to test our art."

That night the Brownies cheered to find

The music had been left behind;

And when they stood within the hall,

And books were handed 'round to all,

They pitched their voices, weak or strong,

At solemn verse and lighter song.

Some sought a good old hymn to try;

Some grappled with a lullaby;

A few a painful effort made

To struggle through a serenade;

While more preferred the lively air

That, hinting less of love or care,

Possessed a chorus kind and bright

In which they all could well unite.

At times some member tried to rule,

And took control of all the school;

But soon, despairing, was content

To let them follow out their bent.

They sung both high and low, the same,

As fancy led or courage came.

Some droned the tune through teeth or nose,

Some piped like quail, or cawed like crows

That, hungry, wait the noonday horn

To call the farmer from his corn.

By turns at windows some would stay

To note the signs of coming day.

At length the morning, rising, spread

Along the coast her streaks of red,

And drove the Brownies from the place

To undertake the homeward race.

But many members of the band

Still kept their singing-books in hand,

Determined not with those to part

Till they were perfect in the art.

And oft in leafy forest shade,

In after times, a ring they made,

To pitch the tune, and raise the voice,

To sing the verses of their choice,

And scare from branches overhead

The speckled thrush and robin red,

And make them feel the time had come

When singing birds might well be dumb.

THE BROWNIES' FRIENDLY TURN.

ONE night while snow was lying deep

On level plain and mountain steep,

A sheltered nook the Brownies found,

Where conversation might go 'round.

Said one: "The people hereabout

Their wood supply have taken out;

But while they stripped the timber lot,

The village parson they forgot.

Now that good man, the story goes,

As best he can, must warm his toes."

Another spoke: "The way is clear

To show both skill and courage here.

You're not the sort, I know, to shirk:

And coward-like to flee from work.

You act at once whene'er you find

A chance to render service kind,

Nor wait to see what others do

In matters that appeal to you.

"This task in waiting must be done

Before another day has run.

The signs of change are in the air;

A storm is near though skies are fair;

As oft when smiles the broadest lie,

The tears are nearest to the eye.

To work let every Brownie bend,

And prove to-night the parson's friend.

We'll not take oxen from the stall,

That through the day must pull and haul,

Nor horses from the manger lead;

But let them take the rest they need.

Since mystic power is at our call,

By our own selves we'll do it all.

Our willing arms shall take the place

Of clanking chain and leathern trace,

And 'round the door the wood we'll strew

Until we hide the house from view."

At once the Brownies sought the ground

Where fuel could with ease be found,—

A place where forest-fires had spread,

And left the timber scorched and dead.

And there throughout the chilly night

They tugged and tore with all their might;

Some bearing branches as their load;

With lengthy poles still others strode,

Or struggled till they scarce could see,

With logs that bent them like a V;

While more from under drifts of snow

Removed old trees, and made them go

Like plows along the icy street,

With half their limbs and roots complete.

Some found it hard to train their log

To keep its place through jolt and jog,

While some, mistaking ditch for road,

Were almost buried with their load,

And but for friends and promptest care,

The morning light had found them there.

The wind that night was cold and keen,

And frosted Brownies oft were seen.

They clapped their hands and stamped their toes,

They rubbed with snow each numbing nose,

And drew the frost from every face

Before it proved a painful case.

And thus, in spite of every ill,

The task was carried forward still.

Some were by nature well designed

For work of this laborious kind,

And never felt so truly great,

As when half crushed beneath a weight.

While wondering comrades stood aghast,

And thought each step must be the last.

But some were slight and ill could bear

The heavy loads that proved their share,

Though at some sport or cunning plan

They far beyond their comrades ran.

Around the house some staid to pile

The gathered wood in proper style;

Which ever harder work they found

As high and higher rose the mound.

Above the window-sill it grew,

And next, the cornice hid from view;

And, ere the dawn had forced a stop,

The pile o'erlooked the chimney-top.

Some hands were sore, some backs were blue,

And legs were scraped with slipping through

Where ice and snow had left their mark

On rounded log and smoothest bark.

That morning, when the parson rose,

Against the pane he pressed his nose,

And tried the outer world to scan

To learn how signs of weather ran.

But, 'round the house, behind, before,

In front of window, shed, and door,

The wood was piled to such a height

But little sky was left in sight!

When next he climbed his pulpit stair,

He touched upon the strange affair,

And asked a blessing rich to fall

Upon the heads and homes of all

Who through the night had worked so hard

To heap the fuel 'round the yard.

His hearers knew they had no claim

To such a blessing if it came,

But whispered: "We don't understand—

It must have been the Brownie Band."

THE BROWNIES' FOURTH OF JULY.

WHEN Independence Day was nigh,

And children laid their pennies by,

Arranging plans how every cent

Should celebrate the grand event,

The Brownies in their earnest way

Expressed themselves about the day.

Said one: "The time is drawing near—

To every freeman's heart so dear—

When citizens throughout the land,

From Western slope to Eastern strand,

Will celebrate with booming gun

Their liberties so dearly won!"

"A fitting time," another cried,

"For us, who many sports have tried,

To introduce our mystic art

And in some manner play a part."

A third replied, with beaming face:

"Trust me to lead you to a place

Where fireworks of every kind

Are made to suit the loyal mind.

"There, Roman candles are in store,

And bombs that like a cannon roar;

While 'round the room one may behold

Designs of every size and mold,—

The wheels that turn, when all ablaze,

And scatter sparks a thousand ways;

The eagle bird, with pinions spread;

The busts of statesmen ages dead;

And him who led his tattered band

Against invaders of the land

Until he shook the country free

From grasp of kings beyond the sea.

"We may, from this supply, with ease

Secure a share whene'er we please;

And on these hills behind the town

That to the plain go sloping down,

We'll take position, come what may,

And celebrate the Nation's Day."

That eve, when stars began to shine,

The eager band was formed in line,

And, acting on the plans well laid,

A journey to the town was made.

The Brownies never go astray,

However puzzling is the way;

With guides before and guards behind,

They cut through every turn and wind,

Until a halt was made at last

Before a building bolted fast.

But those who think they'd turn around

And leave because no keys are found

Should entertain the thought no more,

But study up the Brownie lore.

They rummaged boxes piled around

And helped themselves to what they found,

Some eager to secure the wheel

That would so many sparks reveal.

Some active members of the band

To bombs and crackers turned their hand,

While more those emblems sought to find

That call the Nation's birth to mind,

And bring from every side the shout

When all their meaning blazes out.

Ere long, upon the homeward road

They hastened with their novel load:

And when the bell in chapel tower

Gave notice of the midnight hour,

The ruddy flame, the turning wheel,

The showering sparks and deafening peal

Showed Brownies in the proper way

Gave welcome to the glorious day.

The lighted eagles, through the night,

Looked down like constellations bright;

The rockets, whizzing to and fro,

Lit up the slumbering town below;

While, towering there with eyes of fire,

As when he made his foes retire,

Above all emblems duly raised,

The Father of his Country blazed.

But ere the Brownies' large supply

Had gone to light the summer sky,

Some plasters would have served the       band

Much better than the goods on          hand;

For there were cases all about

Where Brownies thought the       fuse was out,

Till with a sudden fizz and       flare

It caught the jokers           unaware.

At times, in spite of warning             cries,

Some proved too slow at              closing eyes;

Some ears were stunned,         some noses got

Too close to some-            thing quick and hot,

And fingers bore               for days and weeks

The trace of                  hasty powder's freaks.

Some dodging 'round                would get a share

Of splendor meant            for upper air,

And with a                    black or speckled face

They ran about from place to place,

To find new dangers blaze and burn

On every side where'er they'd turn.

But few were there who felt afraid

Of bursting bomb or fusillade,

And to the prize they'd stick and hang

Until it vanished with a "bang,"

Or darting upward seemed to fly

On special business to the sky.

But there, while darkness wrapped the hill,

The Brownies celebrated still;

For, pleasures such as this they found

But seldom in their roaming 'round;

And with reluctant feet they fled

When morning tinged the sky with red.

THE BROWNIES IN THE TOY-SHOP.

AS SHADES of evening settled down,

The Brownies rambled through the town,

To pry at this, to pause at that;

By something else to hold a chat,

And in their free and easy vein

Express themselves in language plain.

At length before a store, their eyes                                                       Were fixed with wonder and surprise                                                       On toys of wood, and wax, and tin,                                                       And toys of rubber piled within.

Said one, "In all our wandering 'round,

A sight like this we never found.

When such a passing glimpse we gain,

What marvels must the shelves contain!"

Another said, "It must be here

Old Santa Claus comes every year

To gather up his large supply,

When Christmas Eve is drawing nigh,

That children through the land may find

They still are treasured in his mind."

A third remarked, "Ere long he may

Again his yearly visit pay;

Before he comes to strip the place,

We'll rummage shelf, and box, and case,

Until the building we explore

From attic roof to basement floor,

And prove what pleasure may be found

In all the wonders stowed around."

Not long were they content to view

Through dusty panes those wonders new:

And, in a manner quite their own,

They made their way through wood and stone.

And then surprises met the band

In odd conceits from every land.

Well might the Brownies stand and stare

At all the objects crowded there!

Here, things of gentle nature lay

In safety, midst the beasts of prey;

The goose and fox, a friendly pair,

Reposed beside the lamb and bear;

There horses stood for boys to ride;

Here boats were waiting for the tide,

While ships of war, with every sail

Unfurled, were anchored to a nail;

There soldiers stood in warlike bands;

And naked dolls held out their hands,

As though to urge the passers-by

To take them from the public eye.

This way and that, the Brownies ran;

To try the toys they soon began.

The Jack-in-box, so quick and strong,

With staring eyes and whiskers long,

Now o'er and o'er was set and sprung

Until the scalp was from it flung

And then they crammed him in his case,

With wig and night-cap in their place,

To give some customer a start

When next the jumper flew apart.

The trumpets, drums, and weapons bright

Soon filled them all with great delight.

Like troops preparing for their foes,

In single ranks and double rows,

They learned the arts of war, as told

By printed books and veterans old;

With swords of tin and guns of wood,

They wheeled about, and marched or stood,

And went through skirmish drill and all,

From room to room by bugle-call;

There Marathon and Waterloo

And Bunker Hill were fought anew;

And most of those in war array

At last went limping from the fray.

The music-box poured forth an air

That charmed the dullest spirits there,

Till, yielding to the pleasing sound,

They danced with dolls a lively round.

There fish were working tail and fin

In seas confined by wood and tin;

The canvas shark and rubber whale

Seemed ill content in dish or pail,

And leaping all obstructions o'er

Performed their antics on the floor.

Some found at marbles greatest fun,

And still they played, and still they won,

Until they claimed as winners, all

The shop could furnish, large and small.

More gave the singing tops no rest—

But kept them spinning at their best

Until some wonder strange and new

To other points attention drew.

The rocking-horse that wildly rose,

Now on its heels, now on its nose,

Was forced to bear so great a load

It seemed to founder on the road,

Then tumble feebly to the floor,

Never to lift a rocker more.

No building in the country wide

With more attractions was supplied.

No shop or store throughout the land

Could better suit the Brownie band.

For when some flimsy toy gave way

And 'round the room in pieces lay

'Twas hardly missed in such a store,

With wonders fairly running o'er:

To something else about the place

The happy Brownie turned his face,

And only feared the sun would call

Before he'd had his sport with all.

Thus, through the shop in greatest glee,

They rattled 'round, the sights to see,

Till stars began to dwindle down,

And morning crept into the town.

And then, with all the speed they knew,

Away to forest shades they flew.

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The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Brownies, by Palmer Cox

THE BROWNIES: THEIR BOOK

CONTENTS.

THE BROWNIES AT SCHOOL.

THE BROWNIES' RIDE.

THE BROWNIES ON SKATES.

THE BROWNIES ON BICYCLES.

THE BROWNIES AT LAWN-TENNIS.

THE BROWNIES' GOOD WORK.

THE BROWNIES AT THE GYMNASIUM.

THE BROWNIES' FEAST.

THE BROWNIES TOBOGGANING

THE BROWNIES' BALLOON.

THE BROWNIES CANOEING.

THE BROWNIES IN THE MENAGERIE.

THE BROWNIES' CIRCUS.

THE BROWNIES AT BASE-BALL.

THE BROWNIES AND THE BEES.

THE BROWNIES ON ROLLER SKATES.

THE BROWNIES AT THE SEASIDE.

THE BROWNIES AND THE SPINNING-WHEEL.

THE BROWNIES' VOYAGE.

THE BROWNIES' RETURN.

THE BROWNIES' SINGING-SCHOOL.

THE BROWNIES' FRIENDLY TURN.

THE BROWNIES' FOURTH OF JULY.

THE BROWNIES IN THE TOY-SHOP.

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