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How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green,"
Up in the air I go flying again,
THE SUN'S TRAVELS
By Robert Louis Stevenson
The Sun is not abed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
While here at home, in shining day,
And when at eve I rise from tea,
We know that the earth turns round and round as it travels about the sun, and that when it is day in Scotland, where the author of this poem lived, it is night way off in India, on the other side of the earth. Stevenson was a grown man when he wrote this poem, but he remembered very clearly how interested he was when a child in the other little children far away in the strange, "upside-down" parts of the world.
THE GNAT AND THE BULL
A STURDY Bull was driven by the heat of the weather to wade up to his knees in a cool and swift-running stream. He had not been there long when a Gnat, that had been disporting itself in the air, lighted upon one of his horns.
"My dear fellow," said the Gnat, with as great a buzz as he could manage, "pray excuse the liberty I take. If I am too heavy, only say so, and I will go at once and rest upon the poplar which grows by the edge of the stream."
"Stay or go, it makes no difference to me," replied the Bull. "Had it not been for your buzz I should not even have known you were there."
Did you never see a silly little child, or even a grown person, who thought he was of great importance, while all his acquaintances knew him to be neither a help nor a hindrance to others?
THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE
OVOU slow one, you clumsy one, your ugly shape and plodding motions make me roar with laughter," said the Hare to the Tortoise one day as they met in the road.
"Perhaps I am ugly and do move slowly," replied the Tortoise, "but I can beat you in a race to the next river."
This made the Hare laugh more loudly than ever, and a Fox coming along stopped to see what caused
the uproar. The Hare explained the joke and finally asked the Fox to hold the stakes and judge the race.
Off started the rivals, and almost in the twinkling of an eye the Hare was out of sight. Only a little cloud of dust remained to show where he had gone. The day was hot and sultry, and soon he was choking with dust.
"Pshaw!" said he; "I can rest here an hour—can even take a nap—and beat that lazy Tortoise to the brook. Suppose he does pass me, I can overtake him quickly enough."