Happy Days for Boys and Girls Part 11

[Ill.u.s.tration: HELPING MOTHER.]

LITTLE HELPERS.

Planting the corn and potatoes, Helping to scatter the seeds, Feeding the hens and the chickens, Freeing the garden from weeds, Driving the cows to the pasture, Feeding the horse in the stall,-- We little children are busy; Sure, there is work for us all.

Spreading the hay in the suns.h.i.+ne, Raking it up when it's dry, Picking the apples and peaches Down in the orchard hard by, Picking the grapes in the vineyard, Gathering nuts in the fall,-- We little children are busy; Yes, there is work for us all.

Sweeping, and was.h.i.+ng the dishes, Bringing the wood from the shed, Ironing, sewing and knitting, Helping to make up the beds, Taking good care of the baby, Watching her lest she should fall,-- We little children are busy; Oh, there is work for us all.

Work makes us cheerful and happy, Makes us both active and strong; Play we enjoy all the better When we have labored so long.

Gladly we help our kind parents, Quickly we come to their call; Children should love to be busy; There is much work for us all.

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE PUZZLED PUPPIES.]

THE ANIMAL IN ARMOR.

This picture of three curious little puppies looking at a tortoise reminds me of a story told of a countryman who saw some land-tortoises for the first time at a fair held in a market-place of his native village. Very much surprised at their queer look, he asked the man who was selling them how much they were.

"Eighteenpence a pair," was the answer.

"Eighteenpence!" said the man; "that is a great deal for a thing like a frog. What will you take for one _without the box_?"

Little folks would not make such a stupid mistake as this; they would know that this strange-looking animal between its two sh.e.l.ls was a tortoise. There are different sorts--some that live on land, and some in water. Those that live in the sea are called turtles, and their sh.e.l.ls are not so hard as that of the land-tortoise. It is easy to see why this is: a turtle would not be able to swim with so thick a sh.e.l.l; it would be much as if a man in armor were to try. Their sh.e.l.ls are not all in one, but joined together by a sort of gristle, which enables them to move with greater ease and not so stiffly.

Directly any one hears the name of tortoise, he begins to think of tortoise-sh.e.l.l. This ought really to be called turtle-sh.e.l.l, as it is made from the sh.e.l.l of the hawk's-bill turtle. Tortoise-sh.e.l.l is made by soaking the plates of the sh.e.l.l in warm water until they are soft; then they are pressed into the shapes wanted in warm iron moulds, and taken out and polished.

Some of the sea-turtles are very fierce; and although they have no teeth, their jaws are so strong that they can bite a walking-stick in half. Land-tortoises are quite harmless; they only attack the insects they feed upon. They go to sleep, like the dormouse, in the winter, but they do not make a burrow; they cover themselves with earth by sc.r.a.ping it up and throwing it over their bodies. In doing this they would find their heads and tails very much in the way if it were not that they are able to draw them in between their sh.e.l.ls. No one, of course, knows how they find their way out again in the spring; but it is supposed that they scratch the earth away and throw it underneath them, at the same time pus.h.i.+ng their way up.

Tortoises live to a very great age. One was given to the Zoological Gardens in 1833 which had already lived seventy years in Port Louis, in the island of Mauritius. Its sh.e.l.l, from the head to the tail, measured four feet four inches and a half, and it weighed two hundred and eighty-five pounds.

[Decoration]

[Ill.u.s.tration: {A Chinese man fis.h.i.+ng with birds}]

THE IRON RING.

Chang w.a.n.g was a Chinaman, and was reputed to be one of the shrewdest dealers in the Flowery Land. If making money fast be the test of cleverness, there was not a merchant in the province of Kw.a.n.g Tung who had earned a better right to be called clever. Who owned so many fields of the tea-plant, who s.h.i.+pped so many bales of its leaves to the little island in the west, as did Chang w.a.n.g? It was whispered, indeed, that many of the bales contained green tea made by chopping up spoiled black tea leaves, and coloring them with copper--a process likely to turn them into a mild kind of poison; but if the unwholesome trash found purchasers, Chang w.a.n.g never troubled himself with the thought whether any one might suffer in health from drinking his tea.

So long as the dealer made money, he was content; and plenty of money he made.

But knowing how to make money is quite a different thing from knowing how to enjoy it. With all his ill-gotten gains, Chang w.a.n.g was a miserable man; for he had no heart to spend his silver pieces, even on his own comfort. The rich dealer lived in a hut which one of his own laborers might have despised; he dressed as a poor Tartar shepherd might have dressed when driving his flock. Chang w.a.n.g grudged himself even a hat to keep off the rays of the sun. Men laughed, and said that he would have cut off his own pigtail of plaited hair, if he could have sold it for the price of a dinner!

Chang w.a.n.g was, in fact, a miser, and was rather proud than ashamed of the hateful vice of avarice.

Chang w.a.n.g had to make a journey to Macao, down the great River Yang-se-kiang, for purposes of trade. The question with the Chinaman now was, in what way he should travel.

"Shall I hire a palanquin?" thought Chang w.a.n.g, stroking his thin mustaches; "no, a palanquin would cost too much money. Shall I take my pa.s.sage in a trading vessel?"

The rich trader shook his head, and the pigtail behind it--such a pa.s.sage would have to be paid for.

"I know what I'll do," said the miser to himself; "I'll ask my uncle Fing Fang to take me in his fis.h.i.+ng-boat down the great river. It is true that it will make my journey a long one; but then I shall make it for nothing. I'll go to the fisherman Fing Fang, and settle the matter at once."

The business was soon arranged, for Fing Fang would not refuse his rich nephew a seat in his boat. But he, like every one else, was disgusted at Chang w.a.n.g's meanness; and as soon as the dealer had left his hovel, thus spoke Fing Fang to his sons, Ko and Jung:--

"Here's a fellow who has sc.r.a.ped up money enough to build a second Porcelain Tower, and he comes here to beg a free pa.s.sage in a fis.h.i.+ng-boat from an uncle whom he has never so much as asked to share a dish of his birds'-nests soup!"

"Birds'-nests soup, indeed!" exclaimed Ko; "why, Chang w.a.n.g never indulges in luxuries such as that. If dogs' flesh were not so cheap, he'd grudge himself the paw of a roasted puppy!"

"And what will Chang w.a.n.g make of all his money at last?" said Fing Fang, more gravely; "he cannot carry it away with him when he dies."

"O, he's gathering it up for some one who will know how to spend it!"

laughed Jung. "Chang w.a.n.g is merely fis.h.i.+ng for others; what he gathers, they will enjoy."

It was a bright, pleasant day when Chang w.a.n.g stepped into the boat of his uncle, to drop slowly down the great Yang-se-kiang. Many a civil word he said to Fing Fang and his sons, for civil words cost nothing.

Chang w.a.n.g sat in the boat, twisting the ends of his long mustaches, and thinking how much money each row of plants in his tea-fields might bring him. Presently, having finished his calculations, the miser turned to watch his relations, who were pursuing their fis.h.i.+ng occupation in the way peculiar to China. Instead of rods, lines, or nets, the Fing Fang family was provided with trained cormorants, which are a kind of bird with a long neck, large appet.i.te, and a particular fancy for fish.

It was curious to watch a bird diving down in the sunny water, and then suddenly come up again with a struggling fish in his bill. The fish was, however, always taken away from the cormorant, and thrown by one of the Fing Fangs into a well at the bottom of the boat.

"Cousin Ko," said the miser, leaning forward to speak, "how is it that your clever cormorants never devour the fish they catch?"

"Cousin Chang w.a.n.g," replied the young man, "dost thou not see that each bird has an iron ring round his neck, so that he cannot swallow?

He only fishes for others."

"Methinks the cormorant has a hard life of it," observed the miser, smiling. "He must wish his iron ring at the bottom of the Yang-se-kiang."

Fing Fang, who had just let loose two young cormorants from the boat, turned round, and from his narrow slits of Chinese eyes looked keenly upon his nephew.

"Didst thou ever hear of a creature," said he, "that puts an iron ring around his own neck?"

"There is no such creature in all the land that the Great Wall borders," replied Chang w.a.n.g.

Fing Fang solemnly shook the pigtail which hung down his back. Like many of the Chinese, he had read a great deal, and was a kind of philosopher in his way.

"Nephew Chang w.a.n.g," he observed, "_I_ know of a creature (and he is not far off at this moment) who is always fis.h.i.+ng for gain--constantly catching, but never enjoying. Avarice--the love of h.o.a.rding--is the iron ring round his neck; and so long as it stays there, he is much like one of our trained cormorants--he may be clever, active, successful, but he is only fis.h.i.+ng for others."

I leave my readers to guess whether the sharp dealer understood his uncle's meaning, or whether Chang w.a.n.g resolved in future not only to catch, but to enjoy. Fing Fang's moral might be good enough for a heathen, but it does not go nearly far enough for a Christian. If a miser is like a cormorant with an iron ring round his neck, the man or the child who lives for his own pleasure only, what is he but a greedy cormorant with the iron ring? Who would wish to resemble a cormorant at all? The bird knows the enjoyment of _getting_; let us prize the richer enjoyment of _giving_. Let me close with an English proverb, which I prefer to the Chinaman's parable--"Charity is the truest epicure, for she eats with many mouths."

A. L. O. E.