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Page 84
He went on and on, trying to keep up with the hunters, but he was soon
left behind, for his pony could not gallop half as fast as the large,
strong horses of the hunters.
Then he turned to come back, but he got into the wrong field, and soon
found that he did not know the way home.
Arthur began to be very much frightened, for the sun was setting, and
he could see no one of whom he could ask his way home. He first turned
his pony this way and then that way, but the little horse was now
hungry and tired, and he would not turn as Arthur wanted him to.
Then the pony resolutely started off and trotted along, paying no
attention to Arthur's pulls and tugs, and did not stop until he had
trotted right up to the door of Arthur's home.
You see, he knew the way well enough. Horses and dogs seldom lose
their way, unless they are very far from home.
Arthur's parents were frightened at their little boy's long absence,
and he was not allowed to ride again for three days, for he had been
told not to go out of the field in which he was when he saw the
hunters.
[Illustration: ARTHUR ON HIS PONY.]
Arthur rode that pony until he became quite a big boy, and his feet
nearly touched the ground as he sat in the saddle. Then he gave the
good little animal to a young cousin.
But he never liked any horse so much as this pony, which was his own,
real horse, when he was such a little boy.
YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS' DEPARTMENT.
[Illustration: TWO YOUNG MARTYRS.
(Drawn by a Young-Contributor.)]
"TOO-LOO!"
The Blue Jay courted the Yellow Cuckoo;
'Neath its nest he would stay all day long,
Smoothing his feathers of silver and blue,
Telling his love in a song:
"Too-loo! too-loo!
Oh, fly with me,
My sweet Cuckoo,
Across the sea!"
The Cuckoo came gayly forth from her nest;
But just then an arrow flew by,
Piercing the bird's soft yellow breast,
Who died with a single sigh.
"Too-loo! too-loo!"
The Blue Jay said;
"What shall I do?
My love is dead!"
The Cuckoo lay cold and still on the ground--
Dead, past all help to save;
And by a Bird-defender was found,
Who dug her a little grave.
"Too-loo! too-loo!"
Was the sorrowful lay,
For the gentle Cuckoo
Sung by the Jay.
AMY R.
"MARY AND HER LAMB."
(_A Critique._)
"Mary had a little lamb."
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