New National Fourth Reader by Charles J. Barnes and J. Marshall Hawkes


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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."


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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_.


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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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