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Page 47
"No?" said the captain. "Pray, what is coal but a kind of stone; and is
not butter, grease; and wheat, seeds; and leather, skins; and silk, the
web of a kind of caterpillar; and may we not as well call a cat an
animal of the tiger kind, as a tiger an animal of the cat kind?"
"So, if you will remember what I have been describing, you will find
that all the other wonderful things that I have told you of, are well
known among ourselves."
"I have told you the story to show that a foreigner might easily
represent every thing among us as equally strange and wonderful, as we
could with respect to his country."
* * * * *
Directions for Reading.--Point out breathing-places in the last
paragraph.
Name the _emphatic words_ in the last paragraph.
Pronounce carefully the following words: _vegetable, foreigner, beasts,
products, across, again, also, apron_.
* * * * *
Language Lesson.--Let pupils express the meaning of what is given below
in dark type, using a single word for each example.
Houses built of _earth hardened by fire_.
The walls have _holes to let in the light_.
They were covered with _a sort of transparent stone_.
They drink _water in which dry leaves have been steeped_.
Many wore cloth woven from _a sort of wool grown in pods_.
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LESSON XXIV.
lin'net, _a kind of bird_.
com pare', _be equal; have similar appearance_.
wor'ried, _troubled; anxious_.
hum'ble, _meek; lowly_.
mis'chiev ous, _full of mischief; troublesome_.
grub, _dig up by the roots_.
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THE ILL-NATURED BRIER
Little Miss Brier came out of the ground,
She put out her thorns, and scratched ev'ry thing 'round.
"I'll just try," said she,
"How bad I can be;
At pricking and scratching, there are few can match me."
Little Miss Brier was handsome and bright,
Her leaves were dark green, and her flowers pure white;
But all who came nigh her
Were so worried by her,
They'd go out of their way to keep clear of the Brier.
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