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Episode Date: January 30, 2024

Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox audiobook. Genre: fantasy In Another Brownie Book, illustrator and poet Palmer Cox invites listeners back into the moonlit world of the Brownies - tiny, quick-witted sprites who slip out while townsfolk sleep to turn ordinary places into stages for mischief, teamwork, and secret good deeds. Told in lively rhyming verse and originally paired with Cox's own drawings, these episodic tales follow the Brownies as they tackle one nighttime scheme after another: shaping winter snow into a village surprise, organizing bustling make-believe enterprises, and testing their ingenuity in barns, orchards, classrooms, and grand public spaces where a small band can cause a very large commotion. But their fun is never only for fun's sake - each adventure becomes a contest of creativity, coordination, and clever problem-solving, with the Brownies balancing prankish impulses against a curious kind of responsibility to the human world they cannot fully join. Playful, energetic, and packed with vivid set pieces, this classic collection blends humor and wonder while celebrating the joy of hard work, the thrill of secrecy, and the magic that might be happening just out of sight. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:05:49) Chapter 02 (00:10:14) Chapter 03 (00:15:10) Chapter 04 (00:20:34) Chapter 05 (00:24:56) Chapter 06 (00:29:47) Chapter 07 (00:33:36) Chapter 08 (00:38:48) Chapter 09 (00:41:24) Chapter 10 (00:44:17) Chapter 11 (00:50:21) Chapter 12 (00:55:11) Chapter 13 (01:06:15) Chapter 14 (01:15:19) Chapter 15 (01:22:01) Chapter 16 (01:26:52) Chapter 17 (01:32:42) Chapter 18 (01:38:26) Chapter 19 (01:43:02) Chapter 20 (01:48:12) Chapter 21 (01:53:12) Chapter 22 (01:56:56) Chapter 23 (02:04:05) Chapter 24 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Another Brownie Book, by Palmer Cox. Chapter 1. The Brownies Snowman When snowdrifts blocked the country roads, and trees were bending with their loads, the wind grew mild, which had been raw, and winter yielded to a thaw. That night the brownies stood to stare in wonder on the village square. Said one, This plot where drifts now roll, Seems like an acre from the pole.

I have a scheme which nothing lacks. Now, while the snow so closely packs, and may be moulded in the hand, we'll build a statue, tall and grand, which here shall stand at morning prime, to be the wonder of the time. Another cried, that suits us well. To work, let every member fall.

When once the task we undertake, be sure no dwarfish man will make, but one that proudly may look down on half the buildings in the town. I know the place where builders keep their benches while the snow is deep. The poles and ladders too are there to use when working high in air.

While some for these with me will fly, let some their hands to snow apply, and not a feature of the man shall be neglected in our plan. You know the night some time ago, we tramped so far through drifted snow to ornament with quaint design, the windows of a mansion fine,

and how, on lengthy ladders there and scaffold swinging in the air, we worked our brushes with a will, from icy cap to window-sill, and made the people, great and small, believed Jack Frost had, done it all. Tonight we'll work as well and show a grand result before we go.

The snow that night was at its best and held its shape however pressed. Like dough beneath the baker's hand, it seemed to answer each demand. The rolls, when tumbled to and fro, increased with every turning, so first like a cushion on they sped, then like a pillow. next a bed until the snow adhering there would leave the grass or pebbles bare as higher blocks of snow were laid still higher scaffolding was made and ladders brought to use instead of those too short to reach the head thus grew the form from hour to hour for brownie's hands have wondrous power and let them turn to what they will surprising work will follow still. Some shaped the legs, or smoothed the waist. Some saw plump arms were rightly placed.

The head was fixed with proper pose. Well-fashioned were both ears and nose. So closely thronged brownies high and low, a looker-on would hardly know what plan or shape the busy band of cunning brownies had in hand. But plan they had, and deafness too, as well was seen when they were through.

The rounded form and manly port showed modeling of rarest sort, while charcoal eyes so well designed, they seemed to read the very mind. Long icicles for beard and hair were last affixed with taste and care. And when the poles around the base had been returned each to its place, and every ladder, bench, and board they had in use again was stored. The brownies stood around a while to gaze upon their work and smile.

Each points at head or hand or toe, his special handiwork to show. In truth, they had good reason there, with joy and pride, to stand and stare, and contemplate the object white, which loomed above to such a height. and not unlike some hero old for courage famed or action bold, with finger pointed out as though to indicate the coming foe.

But morning light soon came to chase the brownies to their hiding place, and children on their way to school forgot their lessons and the rule, while gazing on the statue tall that seemed to guard the county hall, And after drifts had left the square, when roads and shingle roofs were bare, the Brownies statue, like a tower, still bravely faced both wind and shower, though sinking slowly all the while, and losing corpulence and style, till gardeners on the first of May, with shovels pitched the man away. End of Chapter 1.

Chapter 2 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 2 The Brownies in the Academy The Brownies Once with Capers Spray to an Academy Drunai, which, founded by a generous hand, spread light and learning through the land. The students, by ambition fired, and men of science had retired, so brownies, through their mystic power,

now took advantage of the hour. A battery was soon displayed, and strange experiments were made. Electric currents were applied to meadow frogs they found inside, which sage professors, nights and days, had gathered up in various ways. To making pills, some turned the mind, while some to dentistry inclined,

and aching teeth, both small and large, were there extracted free of charge. More gazed where phrenologic charts showed heads partitioned off in parts. Said one, Let others knowledge gain through which to conquer ache and pain, but by these charts I'll do my best

to learn where fancy makes her nest. Another cried, as he surveyed, the bumps that were so well arrayed. These heads exhibit full and clear, which one to love and whom to fear, who is with noble thoughts inspired, and who with hate or envy fired. The man as timid as the hair, the man destructive as the bear. While choosing partners one may find it well to keep these charts in mind. A microscope at length they found, and next the brownies gathered round a stereopticon machine that cast its rays upon a screen. A thousand times it magnified till stretching out on every side, an object large and larger spread, and filled the gazing group with dread.

The locust, beetle, and the bee, soon gained proportions. strange to see, and seemed like monsters close at hand to put an end to all the band. Ere long a door was open swung, to show some skeletons that hung from hook and peg, which caused a shout of fear to rise from those about. Said one, thus science works its way through old remains from day to day, and those who during life could find, no time perhaps, to aid mankind, may, after all, in some such place, for years assist the human race, by giving students, as you see, some knowledge of anatomy. At other times all breathless grouped or crucibles, the brownies stooped, to separate with greatest skill the grains that cure from those that kill.

While burning acids blazes blue And odors strong Confused the crew cried one Thrill trials hard to bear The student must himself prepare Though mixing paint or mixing pill Or mixing phrases if you will

No careless study satisfies If one should to distinction rise The minds that shed From pole to pole the light of years, as round we roll, are first enriched through patient toil, and kindled by the midnight oil. Thus, spicing logic with a joke,

they chatted on till morning broke. And then, with wild and rapid race, the brownie band forsook the place. End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers.

Chapter 3. The Brownies in the Orchard The Autumn Nights began to fill the mind with thoughts of winter chill, when brownies in an orchard met where ripened fruit was hanging yet. Said one, The apples here indeed must now be mellow to the seed, and ere another night should be removed at once from every tree. For any evening now may call the frost to nip and ruin all. Another quickly answer made.

This man is scarcely worthy aid, Tis said his harsh and cruel sway has turned his children's love away. If this be true, twould serve him right, if Frost should paint his orchard white. It matters not who owns the place or why neglect thus shows its face, a third replied. The fact is clear that fruit should hang no longer here.

If worthy people here reside, then will our hands be well applied. And if unworthy folks we serve, still better notice we'll deserve. You speak our minds so full and fair, one loudly cried, that speech will spare. But like the buttons on your back, we'll follow closely in your track,

and do our part with willing hand, without one doubting, if or and. Kind deeds the brownies often do, unknown to me as well as you. The wounded hair, by hunters maimed, is sheltered and supplied and tamed. The straying cat they sometimes. sometimes find, half-starved, and chased by dogs unkind, and bring it home from many fears,

to those who mourned its loss with tears. And to the bird so young and bare, with wings unfit to fan the air, that praying owls had thought to rend, the brownie often proves a friend. Then bags and baskets were brought out, from barns and buildings round about, with kettles, pans and wooden wear that prying eyes discovered there. Nay, even blankets from the beds, the pillow slips, and table spreads, were in some manner brought to light to render service through the night. If there's a place where brownies feel at home with either hand or heel, and seem from all restrictions free, that place is in a branching tree.

At times, with balance fair and fine, they held their stations in a line. At times, in rivalry and pride, to outer twigs they scattered wide. And off with one united strain, they shook the tree with might and main, till, swaying wildly to and fro, it rocked upon the roots below. So skilled at climbing were they all, the sum of accidents were small. some hats were crushed some heads were sore some backs were blue ere work was oar for hands will slip and feet will slide and bows will break and forks divide and hours that promise sport sublime may introduce a limping time so some who clambered up the tree with ready use of hand and knee found other ways they could descend than by the trunk huge may depend. The startled birds of night came out and watched them as they moved about.

Concluding thieves were out in force, they caught around the place till horse, but birds, like people, should be slow to judge before the facts they know. For neither tramps nor thieves were here, but brownies, honest and sincere, who worked like mad to strip the trees before the they felt the morning breeze. And well they gauged their task and time, for ere the sun commenced to prime, the sky with faintest tinge of red, the brownies from the orchard fled, while all the fruit was laid with care, beyond the reach of nipping air. End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers.

Chapter 4 The Brownies Yacht Race When fleets of yachts were sailing round the rippling bay and ruffling sound, and steering out where Neptune raves, to try their speed in rougher waves, the Brownies, from a lofty place, looked out upon the novel race. Said one, A race is underway. They'll start from somewhere in the bay, to leave the frowning forts behind, and Jersey headlands, as you'll find, and sail around, as I surmise, the lightship that at anchor lies. All sails are spread, the masts will bend, for some rich prize they now contend,

a golden cup, or goblet fine, or punch-bowl of antique design. Another said, Tonight when all have left the boats Will make a call And boldly sail a yacht or two Around that ship, as people do. If I can read the signs aright That nature shows

T'will be a night When sails will stretch before the blast And not hang idly round the mast. So thus they talked And plans they laid And waited for the evening's shame, and when the lamps in city square and narrow streets began to glare, the brownies ventured from their place to find the yachts and sail their race.

In equal numbers now the band divided up, the vessels manned. Short time they wasted in debate who should be captain, cook, or mate. But it was settled at the start that all would take an active part and be prepared to pull and haul if trouble came in shape of squall. For in the cunning brownie crowd no domineering is allowed. All stand alike with equal power, and friendly feeling rules the hour. The Brownie's prophecy was true, that night the wind increased and blew, and dipped the sails into the wave, and work to every Brownie gave.

one on board but had to clue or reef or steer or something do. Sometimes the yachts ran side by side a mile or more, then parted wide, still tacking round and shifting sail to take advantage of the gale. Sometimes a sloop beyond control at random ran, or punched a hole, cleaned through her scudding rival's jibs, or thumped her soundly on the ribs. Of brownies there were two or three who tumbled headlong in the sea while they performed some action bold and failed to keep a proper hold

At first it seemed they would be lost For here and there they pitched and tossed Now on the crests of billows white Now in the trough clear out of sight But all the while with valiant heart Performing miracles of art Some life preservers soon were thrown, and ready hands let sails alone and turn to render aid with speed to those who stood so much in need. But accident could not displace or weaken interest in the race, and soon each active brownies stood where he could do the greatest good.

It mattered not if shifting sail, or at the helm, or on the rail. With arm to arm and hip to hip, they lay in rows to trim the ship. All hands were anxious to succeed and prove their yachts had greatest speed. But though we sail, or though we ride, or though we sleep, the moments glide. And none must bear this fact in mind

more constantly than brownie kind. For stars began to lose their glow, while brownies still had miles. to go. Said one, who scanned the eastern sky, with doubtless and experienced eye, "'Will crowd all sail, for fear the day, we'll find us soon upon the bay, since it would prove a sad affair if morning light should find us there.' But when the winds began to fail, and lightly pressed the flapping sail, it was determined by the band to run their yachts to nearest land.

they could reach their hiding place before the sun revealed his face. By happy chance a cove they reached, where high and dry the boats were beached, and all in safety made their way to secret haunts without delay. End of Chapter 4. Chapter 5. The Brownies at Archery One night the Brownies strayed around a green and level stretch of ground, where young folk off their skill displayed at archery till evening's shade. The targets, standing in the park, with arrows resting in the mark, soon showed the cunning brownies band the skill of those who'd tried a hand. A few in outer rings were fast, some pierced

the gold, and more had passed, without a touch, until they sank in trunk of tree or grassy bank. Said one, on page and parchment old, the story often has been told, how men of valor bent the bow to spread confusion through the foe. And even now, in later times, as travellers find in distant climes, some savage tribes on plain and hill can make it interesting still. Another spoke, A scene like this reminds me of that valiant source. Swiss, who in the dark and trying hour, revealed such nerve and matchless power, and from the head

of his brave son, the apple shot, and freedom won. While such a chance is offered here, we'll find the bows that must be near, and as an hour or two of night will bring us round the morning light, we'll make such targets as we may, to safer haunts some miles away. Then, At our leisure we can shoot, at bull's-eye's round, or luscious fruit. Till, like the Swiss of olden time, with steady nerves and skill sublime, each one can split an apple fair, on every head that offers there. Now, buildings that were fastened tight against the prowlers of the night, at the wee brownie's touch and call, soon opened and surrendered all.

So, some with bulky targets strode that made for eight or ten a load, and called for engineering skill to steer them up or down the hill. Some carried bows of rarest kind that reached before and trailed behind. The English self-view bow was there, of nicest make and cast so rare, well-tipped with horn the proper thing, with knocks or notches. for the string. Still others formed an arrow line that bristled like the porcupine. When safe within the forest shade, the targets often were displayed. At first, however near they stood, some scattered trouble through the wood. The trees were stripped of leaves and bark, with arrows searching for the mark. The hares to other groves withdrew and frightened birds. in circles flew.

But practice soon improves the art of all, however dull or smart. And there they stood to do their best and let all other pleasures rest, while quickly grew their skill and power and confidence from hour to hour. When targets seemed too plain or wide, a smaller mark the brownies tried. By turns, each member took his stand and risked his stand, and risked his head to serve the band. For volunteers would bravely hold a pumpkin till in halves it rolled. And then a turnip, quince or pear, would next be shot to pieces there.

Till not alone the apples flew in halves before their arrows true, but even plums and cherries too. For brownies, as we often find, can soon excel the humankind. and carry off with effort slight the highest praise and honors bright. End of Chapter 5. Chapter 6 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 6. The Brownies Fishing

When Glassy Lakes and Streams About gave up their bass, and speckled trout, the brownies stood by water clear, as shades of evening gathered near. Said one, Now country lads begin to trim the rod and bend the pin, to catch the frogs and minnows spry that in the brooks and ditches lie, while city chaps with reels come down, and line enough to gird the down,

and flies of stranger shape and hue than in, ever Mother Nature knew, with horns like crickets, tails like mice, and plumes like birds of paradise. Thus well-prepared for sunny sky, or cloudy weather, wet or dry,

they take the fish from stream and pool by native art and printed rule. Another said, With peeping eyes, I've watched an angler fighting flies, and thought, when thus he stood to bear the torture from those pests of air, there must indeed be pleasure fine behind the baited hook and line. Now, off like arrows from the bow, in search of tackle, some must go, while others stay

to dig supplies of bait that anglers highly prize. Such kind as best will bring the pout, the dace, the chub, and shiner out. while locusts gathered from the grass will answer well for thorny bass. Then some with speed for tackle start, and some to sandy banks depart, and some uplift a stone or rail in search of cricket, grub, or snail. While more in dewy meadows draw the drowsy locust from the straw, nor is it long before the band stands ready for the sport in hand. It seemed the time of all the year when fish the starving stage were near.

They rose to straws and bits of bark, to bubbles bright and shadows dark, and jumped at hooks, concealed or bare, while yet they dangled in the air. Some brownies many trials met almost before their lines were wet, for stones below would hold them fast, and limbs above would stop the king. cast, and hands be forced to take a rest at times when fish were biting best. Some stumbled in above their boots, and others spoiled their finest suits. But fun went on, for many there had hooks that seemed a charm to bear, and fish of various scale and fin, on every side, were gathered in.

The catfish left his bed below, with croaks and protests from the. the go, and nerve, as well as time it took, from such a maw to win the hook, with horns that pointed every way and life that seemed to stick and stay, like antlered stag that stands at bay, he lay and eyed the brownie band, and threatened every reaching hand. The gamey bass, when playing fine, oft tried the strength of hook and line, and strove an hour before his mind, and strove an hour before his mind to changing quarters was resigned. Some eels proved more than even match for those who made the wondrous catch, and, like a fortune, one with ease, they slipped through fingers by degrees, and bade goodbye

to margin sands in spite of half a dozen hands. The hungry, wakeful birds of air soon gathered round to claim their share, and did for day themselves regale on fish of every stripe and scale. Thus sport went on with laugh and shout, as hooks went in and fish came out, while more escaped with wounded gill, and yards of line they're trailing still. But day at length began to break

and forced the brownies from the lake. End of Chapter 6. Chapter 7 of Another Brownie Book By Palmer Cox This Libervox recording is in the public domain Recording by Jude Summers Chapter 7 The Brownies at Niagara Falls

The Brownies Band While passing through the country With some scheme in view paused in their race And well they might When Broad Niagara came in sight Said one Give ear to what I say, I've been a traveler in my day.

I've waited through Canadian mud to Montmorency's tumbling flood. But, ah, Niagara is the fall that truly overtops them all. The children prattle of its tide, and age repeats its name with pride. The schoolboy draws it on his slate. The preacher owns its moral weight. The tourist views it Dumb with awe The Indian paints it for his squaw

And tells how many a warrior true Went o'er it in his bark canoe And never after, friend or foe, Got sight of man or boat below. Another said, The Brownie Band, Upon the trembling brink may stand, Where kings and queens have sighed to be,

But dare not risk themselves at sea. Some played along the shelving ledge that beetled o'er the river's edge. Some gazed in meditation deep upon the water's fearful leap. Some went below to crawl about behind the fall, that shooting out left space where they might safely stand and view the scene so wild and grand. Some climbed the trees of cedar kind That o'er the rushing stream inclined To find a seat To swing and frisk

And bend the boughs at fearful risk Until the rogues could dip and lave Their toes at times beneath the wave Still more and more would venture out In spite of every warning shout At last the weight that dangled there was greater than the tree could bear. And then the snapping roots let go

their hold upon the rocks below, and leaping out away it rode upon the stream with all its load. Then shouts that rose above the roar went up from treetop and from shore, when it was thought that half the band was now forever leaving land. It chanced, for reasons of their own,

some men around that tree had thrown, a lengthy rope that still was strong, and stretching fifty feet along, before it disappeared from sight, the brownies seized it in their might, and then a strain for half an hour went on between the mystic power of brownie hands, united all,

and water rushing o'er the fall. But true to friends, the brownies' strain, and inch by inch the tree was gained. Across the awful bend it passed, with those in danger clinging fast, and soon it reached the rocky shore, with all the brownies safe once more. And then, as morning showed her face,

the brownies hastened from the place. End of Chapter 7. Chapter 8 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 8. The Brownies Garden One night, as spring began to show in buds above and blades below, the brownies reached a garden square that seemed in need of proper care. Said one, Neglected ground like this must argue someone most remiss.

or beds and path would here be found instead of rubbish scattered round. Old staves and boots and woollen strings, with bottles, bones, and wire springs, are quite unsightly things to see, where tender plants should sprouting be. This work must be progressing soon if blossoms are to smile in June. A second said, Let all give heed

On me depend to find the seed For, thanks to my foreseeing mind To merchant's goods were not confined Last autumn, when the leaves grew sear And birds sought regions less severe One night through gardens fair I sped and gathered seeds from every bed Then place them in a hollow tree

Where still they rest So trust to me to bring supplies while you prepare the mellow garden soil with care. Another cried, while someone goes to find the shovels, rakes, and hose, that in the sheds are stowed away, we'll use this plow as best we may. Our arms, united at the chain, will not be exercised in vain. But, as if colts were in the trace, we'll make it dance around the place. I know how deep the share should go, and how the sods to overthrow. So not a patch of ground the size of this old cap, when flat it lies, shall but attentive care receive, and be

improved before we leave. Then some to guide the plow began, others the walks and beds to plan, and soon they gazed with anxious eyes for those who ran for seed supplies. But when they came, one had his say, and thus explained the long delay. A woodchuck in the tree has made his bed just where the seeds we laid. We wasted half an hour at least in striving to dislodge the beast, until at length he turned around. then, quick as thought, without a sound, and ere he had his bearings got,

the rogue was half across the lot. Then seed was sewn in various styles, in circles, squares, and single files. While here and there, in central parts, they fashioned diamonds, stars, and hearts. Some using rake, some plying hoe, some making holes where seed should go. while some laid garden tools aside

and to the soil their hands applied. To stakes and racks more were assigned that climbing vines support might find. Cried one, Here side by side will stand the fairest flowers in the land, the thrifty bees for miles around ere long will seek this plot of ground.

And be surprised to find each morn new blossoms do each bed adorn, and in their own peculiar screed will bless the hands that sowed the seed. And while the night they labored there, the cunning roads had taken care, with sticks and strings to nicely frame, in line the letters of their name,

that when came round the proper time for plants to leaf and vines to climb, the brownies would remembered be if people there had eyes to see. But morning broke, as break it will, though one's awake or sleeping still. And then the seeds on every side, the hurried brownies scattered wide. Along the road and through the lane, they pattered on the ground like rain, where brownies, as away they flew, both right and left full handfuls through. and children often halted there to pick the blossoms, sweet and fair, that sprung like daisies from the mead, where fleeing brownies flung the seed.

End of Chapter 8. Chapter 9 of Another Brownie Book, by Palmer Cox. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 9 The Brownies' Celebration One night the Brownies reached a mound That rose above the country round Said one, as seated on the place, He glanced about with thoughtful face, If almanacs have matters right,

The fourth begins at twelve to-night. A fitting time for us to fill, Yon cannon there, and shake the hill, and make the people all about think war again has broken out. I know where powder may be found, both by the keg and by the pound. Men use it in a tunnel near, for blasting purposes, I hear. To get supplies all hands will go, and when we come, we'll not be slow, to teach the folks the proper way to honor Independence Day.

It was not long till powder came, then from the muzzle broke the flame, and echo answered to the sound that startled folk for miles around. T'was lucky for the brownies band, they were not of the mortal brand, or half the crew would have been hurled in pieces to another world. For when at last the cannon roared, so huge the charge had brownies poured, the metal of the gun rebelled, and threw always the load it held. The pieces clipped the daisy heads,

and tore the treetops into shreds. But brownies are not slow to spy a danger, as are you and I, for they, through strange and mystic art, observed it as it flew apart, and ducked and dodged and flattened out, to shun the fragments flung about. Some rogues were lifted from their feet, and turning somersaults complete,

like leaves went twirling through the air, but only to receive a scare. And ere the smoke away had cleared, in forest shade they disappeared. End of Chapter 9. Chapter 10 of Another Brownie Book, by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 10. The Brownies in the Swimming School

While Brownies passed along the street, commenting on the summer's heat, that wrapped the city day and night, a swimming bath appeared in sight. Said one, of all the sights we've found since we commenced to ramble round, this seems to Better suit the band than anything however grand. We'll rest a while and find our way inside the place without delay. And those who understand the art can knowledge to the rest impart. For everyone should able be to swim in river, lake, or sea. We never know how soon we may see someone sinking in dismay,

and then to have the power to save a comrade from a watery grave will be a blessing sure to give us joy the longest day we live. The doors soon opened through the power that lay in Brownie's hands that hour. When once within the fun began, as here and there they quickly ran. Some up the stairs made haste to go, some into dressing rooms below, in bathing trunks to reappear and plunge into the water clear. Some from the springboard leaping fair would turn a somersault in air. More to the bottom like a stone would sink as soon as left alone,

while others, after trial brief, could float as buoyant as a leaf. Some all their time to others gave, assisting them to ride the wave, explaining how to catch the trick, how both to strike and how to kick, and still keep nose above the tide that lungs with air might be supplied. Thus, diving in and climbing out,

or splashing round with laugh and shout, the happy band in water played, as long as night her scepter swayed. They heard the clocks in Chapel Towers, proclaim the swiftly passing hours. But when the sun looked from his bed to tint the eastern sky with red, in haste the frightened brownies threw

their clothes about them and withdrew. End of Chapter 10. Chapter 11 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 11 The Brownies and the Whale As Brownies chanced at Eve to stray around a wide but shallow bay,

Not far from shore, to their surprise, They saw a whale of monstrous size, That, favored by the wind and tide, had ventured in from ocean wide. But waves receding by and by, soon left him with a scant supply. At times, with flaps and lunges strong, he worked his way some yards along, till on a bar or sandy marge, he grounded like a leaden barge.

A chance like this for all the band, cried one, but seldom comes to hand. I know the bottom of this bay, like those who made the coast survey. Tis level as a threshing floor, and shallow now from shore. shore to shore. That creature's back will be as dry as hay beneath a tropic sky, till morning tide comes full and free, and gives him aid to reach the sea. I catch the hint, another cried.

Let's all make haste to gain his side, then clamber up as best we may, and ride him round till break of day. At once, the band in great delight went splashing through the water bright. And soon to where he rolled about, they lightly swam or waited out. Now climbing up, the brownies tried to take position for the ride. Some lying down a hold maintained. More, losing place as soon as gained, were forced a dozen times to scale the broad sun. The broadside, of the stranded whale. Now half afloat and half a ground, the burdened monster circled round.

Still groping clumsily about as if to find the channel out. And brownies clustered close, in fear that darker moments might be near. And soon the dullest in the band was sharp enough to understand. The creature was no longer beached, but deeper water now had reached. For plunging left or plunging right, or plowing

downward in his might, the fact was plain, as plain could be, the whale was working out to sea. A creeping fear will seize the mind as one is leaving shores behind, and knows the bark whereon he sails, is hardly fit to weather gales. Soon, fancy, with a graphic sweep, portrays the nightmares of the deep, while they can see, with living eye, the terrors of the air sweep by. For who would not a fierce bird dread if it came flying at his head? And these were hungry, squawking things, with open beaks and flapping wings. They made the brownies dodge and dip, into the sea they feared to slip.

The birds they viewed with chattering teeth, yet dreaded more the foes beneath. The lobster with his ready claw. The fish with sword, the fish with saw. The hermit crab, in Coral Hall, averse to every social call. The father lasher and the shrimp, the cuttle fish, or ocean imp.

All these increase the landsman's fright as shores are fading out of sight. Such fear soon gained complete command of every brownie in the band. They looked behind where fair and green the grassy banks and woods were seen. They looked ahead where white and cold the foaming waves of ocean rolled.

And then, with woeful faces, drew, comparisons between the two. Some blamed themselves for action rash, against all reason still to dash in danger's way and never think until they stood on ruin's brink, while others threw the blame on those who did the risky trip propose. But meantime, deep and deeper still, the whale was settling down until his back looked like an island small, that scarce gave standing room to all. But when their chance seemed slight indeed to sport again or dewy mead,

the spouting whale, with movement strong, ran crashing through some timbers long that lumbermen had strongly tied in cribs and rafts, an acre wide. T'was then, in such a trying hour, the brownies showed their nerve and power, The diving whale gave little time for them to choose a stick to climb, but grips were strong, no hold was lost, however high the logs were tossed.

By happy chance, the boom remained that to the nearest shore was chained, and o'er that bridge the Brownies made a safe retreat to forest shade. End of Chapter 11. Chapter 12 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 12. The Brownies' Kites. The sun had hardly taken flight unto the deepest caves of night, or fowls secured a place of rest, where Raynard's paw could not molest. When Brownies gathered to pursue, their plans regarding pleasures new.

said one in spite of hand or string now hats fly round like crows in spring exposing heads to gusts of air that ill the slightest draught can bear While high above the tallest tower at morning, noon, and evening hour, the youngsters' kites with streaming tails are riding out the strongest gales. The doves in steeples hide away or keep their houses through the day, mistaking every kite that flies for bird of prey of wondrous size. You're not alone, another cried, in taking note, I too have spied the boys of late, in street and court, or on the roofs, at this fine sport. But yesterday night I chanced to see a kite entangled in a tree.

The string was nowhere to be found, the tail about a bough was bound. Some birds had torn the paper out to line their nests in trees about. But there, beside the wreck, I stayed, until I learned how good. kites are made. On me you safely may depend to show the way to cut and bend. So let us now, while winds are high, our hands at once to work apply. And from the hill that lifts its crown, so far above the neighboring town, we'll send our kites aloft in crowds to lose themselves among the clouds. A smile on every face. was spread at thought of fun like this ahead and quickly all the plans were laid and work for every

brownie made some to the kitchens ran in haste to manufacture pots of paste some ran for tacks or shingle nails and some for rags to make the tails while more with loads of paper came or whittled sticks to make the frame the strings that others gathered soon seemed long enough to reach the moon. But where such quantities they found, tis not so easy to expound. Perhaps some twine shop, standing nigh, was raided for the large supply.

Perhaps some youthful angler whines about his missing fishing lines. But let them find things where they will, the brownies must be furnished still. And those who can't such lords, losses stand, we'll have to charge it to the band. With busy fingers well applied, they clipped and pasted, bent and tied. With paint and brush, some ran about, from kite to kite, to fit them out.

On some they paint a visage fair, while others would affright a bear. Nor was it long, as one might guess, who knows what skill their hands possess. before the kites with string and tail were all prepared to ride the gale. And oh, the climax of their glee was reached when kites were floating free, so quick they mounted through the air that tangling strings played mischief there, and threatened to remove from land some valued members of the band. The birds of night were horrified at finding kites on every. side, and netted strings that seemed to be designed to limit action-free. But Brownies stood or ran about,

now winding up, now letting out, now giving kites more tail or wing, now wishing for a longer string, until they saw the hints of day approaching through the morning gray. End of Chapter 12 Chapter 13 of Another Brownie Book By Palmer Cox This Librevox recording is in the public domain Recording by Jude Summers Chapter 13

The Brownies' Dancing School When flitting bats Commenced to wheel around the eaves To find their meal And owls to hoot in forests wide to call their owlets to their side, the Brownie band, in full array, through silent streets, pursued their way.

But as they neared a building high, surprise was shown in every eye. They heard the strains of music sweet and tripping of the dancer's feet, while, or the tap of heel and toe, the twang of harp and scrape of bow, arose the clear and ringing call, of those who had control of all.

The brownies slackened their swift pace, then gathered close around the place, to study out some way to win a peep or two at those within. Said one, In matters of this kind, Opinions differ, you will find, and some might say, with sober thought, that children should not thus be taught,

to hop around on toe and heel, so actively to fiddles squeal, for fear twould turn their minds away from graver duties of the day. Another said, The dancing art doth ease to every move in part, It gives alike to city-bred and country-born a graceful tread, And helps them bear themselves along, Without offence in greatest throng. The nimble step, the springing knee, and balance body all agree.

The feet, my friends, may glide with grace, as well as trudge from place to place. And in the parlor or without, they best can stand or walk about, who found in early life a chance to mingle in the sprightly dance. The brownies need no ladders long, no hoists nor elevators strong, to lift them to an upper flight, a window-sill or transom-light. The weather-vane upon the spire that overlooks the town entire is not too high above the base if fancy leads them to the place. Tis said the very fleecy clouds,

they can be stride in eager crowds, around the world their way to find, and leave the lagging winds behind. Said one, we've scaled the dizzy, heights of mountain peaks on other nights, and crossed the stream from shore to shore, but where the string piece stretched before, and cunning brownies never fear, will find some way to enter here. When once the brownie's plans were laid, no formal tarsome speech was made,

in mystic ways to brownies known, they clambered up the walls of stone. They clung to this and that, like, briars, they climbed the smooth electric wires. Some members lending ready aid to those who weaker nerves displayed. And in five minutes at the most, by vine, by bracket, and by post, by every scroll and carving bold that toes could touch or fingers hold, they made their way and gained a chance to view unnoticed every dance. said one,

How pleasant is the sight To see those children Young and Bright While skipping blithely To and fro Now joined in pairs Now in a row Or formed in circles

Hand in hand And lightly moving At command Like butterflies Through balmy air When summer spreads Attractions fair And blends with every

Whispering Breeze The drowsy hum of working bees. Another said, When this is ore, the brownie band will take the floor. We'll bide our time and not be slow

to take possession when they go. Then up and down the spacious hall will imitate the steps of all. We'll show that not in Frenchman's bones lies all the grace that nature owns. That others at the waltz

can shine, well as Germans from the Rhine. And we some capers can enjoy, as well as natives of Savoy. While thus they talked, the moments flew, and soon the master's task was through. When children's cloaks were wrapped around, and heavier shoes their feet had found, they hastened home, but while they slept, the brownies in that building crept, to take their turn at lively reel, at graceful glide or dizzy wheel, till all the dances people know, from Cuba's palms to Russia's snow,

were tried, and soon in every case, were mastered with surprising grace. Imagine how they skipped about, and how they danced with laugh and shout. No sooner had the brownies run into the hall than twas begun. Some round the harp with, cunning stroke, the music in the strings awoke. The violins to others fell, who scraped and sawed and fingered well, until the sweet and stirring air would rouse the feet of dullest there.

Like people in the spring of life, of joys and countless blessings rife, who yielded themselves to pleasure's hand, so danced that night the Brownie Band. First, one would take his place to show the special step for heel or toe, just how to edge about with care and help around the partner fair, nor plant his feet upon a dress to cause confusion and distress. Then more would play the master's part and give some lessons in the art. Would show the rest some figures new from Turkey, China, or Peru. now smoothly glide as if on wings then bob around as if on springs until the sprightly steps would call loud acclamations from them all

they danced in twos with skip and bound they danced in circles round and round they danced in lines that coiled about as runs the serpent in and out some moving slow some standing still more cutting capers with a will. At length, by joining hand in hand, the set included all the band. A happier crowd was never seen on ballroom floor or village green. By turns they danced, by turns would go, and try their skill at string and bow. They almost sod the fiddle through, so fast the bow across it flew. And louder still the harp would ring. as nimbler fingers plucked the string. Alike, they seemed a skillful band, upon the floor, or music stand.

The night wore on from hour to hour, and still they danced with them and power. For supple need and light of tow, the brownies are, as well you know. And such a thing as tiring out gives them but small concern, no doubt. As long as darkness hung her paw in heavy folds around the hall, the brownies stayed to dance and play until the very break of day.

To dance the figures or and or they lingered on the polished floor. No sooner was one party done than others the position won. They chose their partners for the set and bowed and scraped and smiling met. As night advanced and morning gray, nigh and still nigher cast its ray, the lively brownies faster flew, across and back, around and through. Now down the center, up the side, then back to place, with graceful glide, until it seemed that even day would hardly drive the band away. At length some, more upon their guard, against surprises, labored,

hard to urge their comrades from the place before the sun would show his face. They pulled and hauled with all their might, at those half crazy with delight, who still would struggle for a chance to have at least another dance. Some figure that was quite forgot, although the finest of the lot. Another wished to linger still, in spite of warning words, until each man member present on the floor had been his partner twice or more. Meantime, outside, the tell-tale dyes of mourn began to paint the skies, and, one by one, the stars of night, grew pale before the morning's light.

Alone, bright Venus in the west, upheld her torch and warned the rest, while from the hedge the piping note of waking birds began to float, and crows upon the wooded hills commenced to stir and whet their bills. When Brownies scampered from the place and undertook the homeward race, nor made a halt in street or square or verdant park, however fair, but farther from the sight of man and light of day they quickly ran. They traveled at their highest speed, and swiftly must they go indeed, for, like the spokes of some great wheel, the rays of light began to steal, still higher up the eastern sky, and showed the sun was rolling nigh. End of Chapter 13

of Another Brownie Book, by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 14. The Brownies Candy Pull One evening, while the Brownies sat, enjoying free and friendly chat, some on the trees, some on the ground, and others perched on fences round, one brownie, rising in his place, addressed the band with beaming face. The listeners gathered with delight. around the member, bold and bright,

to hear him tell of scenes he'd spied while roaming through the countrywide. Last Eve, said he, to shun the blast, behind a cottage fence I passed. While there, I heard a merry route, and, as the yard was dark without, I crawled along through weeds and grass,

through melon vines and broken glass, until I might, unnoticed, win, a glimpse of all the sport within. At length, beneath the window-pane, to reach the sill I stretched in vain. But, thanks to my inquiring mind, and sundry bricks I chanced to find, the facts I can relate in full, about that lively candy-pole. An hour or more, I well believe, I stood there, actions to perceive, with elbows resting on the sill and nose against the window still. I watched them closely at their fun and learned how everything was done.

The younger members took the lead and carried on the work with speed. With nimble feet they ran about, from place to place, with laugh and shout. But older heads looked on the while and cheered the youngsters with a smart. and gave advice in manner kind to guide the inexperienced mind. They placed the sugar in a pot and stirred it round till boiling hot, then rolled and worked it in their hands and stretched it out in shining bands, until it reached across the floor from mantelpiece to kitchen door. These eyes of mind for many a night have not beheld a fine,

sight. To pull the candy was the part of some who seemed to know the art. The moon had slipped behind the hill, and horse had grown the whippoorwill, but still, with nose against the pain, I kept my place through wind and rain. There, perched upon the shaky bale, with bated breath, I gazed the while. I watched them with the sharpest sight. that I might tell the tale aright. For all the active youngsters there appeared to have of work their share. Some put fresh sugar in the pot,

some kept the fire blazing hot, and worked away as best they could to keep the stove well filled with wood. Indeed, ourselves with all our skill, at moving here and there at will, would have to lively be and tear around to beat those children there. Some cut it up, more passed it round,

while others ate it by the pound. At this a murmur of surprise on every side began to rise. Then smiles or every visage flitted, as wide as cheeks and ears permitted. That told what train of thought had sped at once through every brownie's head. A thought of pleasure near at hand that well would suit the cunning band. The Brownies act without delay when new ideas crossed their way,

and soon one raised a finger small, and close attention gained from all. They crowded near with anxious glance to learn what scheme he could advance, what methods mention or employ, to bring about the promised joy. said he, A vacant house is near. The owner leaves it every year for several months and pleasure seeks on ocean waves or mountain peaks.

The range is there against the wall, the pots, the pans, the spoons, and all. While cans of syrup may be found in every grocer's store around. The brownie must be dull and tame and scarce deserves to bear the name, who will not join with heart and hand, to carry out a scheme so grand.

Another cried, When to his bed, the sun tomorrow stoops his head, again will muster in full force, and to that building turn our course. Next Eve they gained the street at last, that through the silent city passed, And soon they paused, their eyes they raised, and on the vacant mansion gazed. In vain the miser hides his store. In vain the merchant bars his door.

In vain the locksmith changes keys. The brownies enter where they please. Through iron doors, through gates of brass, and walls of stone, they safely pass, and smile to think how soon they can upset the studied schemes of man. Within that house, without delay, behind the guide they worked their way, more happy far and full of glee than was the owner out at sea. The whale, the shark, or fish that flies, had less attraction for his eyes than had the shining candy balls for brownies swarming through his halls. Soon coal was from the cellar brought, and kindlingwood came quick as thought.

Then pots and pans came rattling in, and syrup sweet in cans of tin. Just where the syrup had been found, it matters not. It was around. The cutting band was soon possessed of full supplies and of the best. Next, tablespoons of silver fine, in every hand of. appeared to shine, and ladles long of costly wear, that had been laid away with care. No sooner was the syrup hot than some around the kettle got, and dabbed away in eager haste to be the first to get a taste. Then some were scalded when the spoon let fall its contents all too

soon, and gave the tongue too warm a mess, to carry without some distress. Then steps were into service brought that dancing masters never taught, and smothered cries and swinging hand would wake the wonder of the band. And when the candy boiled until it could be pulled and hauled at will, take every shape or twist and seem as free as fancy in a dream, the busy, happy-hearted crew enjoyed the moments as they flew. The brownies in the building stayed

and candy ate as fast as made. But when at length the brightening sky gave warning they must homeward fly, they quickly sought the open air and had but little time to spare. The shortest way, as often, found, was o'er the roughest piece of ground, where rocks as large as houses lay, all scattered round in wild array. Some covered ore with clinging vines, some bearing up gigantic pines, or spreading oaks

that rooted fast, for centuries had stood the blast. But over all the rugged ground, the brownies passed with lightsome bound, now jumping clear from block to block, now sliding down the shelving rock, or cheering on the lagging kind, who here and there would fall behind. End of Chapter 14. Chapter 15 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. The Brownies and the Locomotive One night the Brownies found their way

To where some tracks and switches lay And buildings stood, such as are found In every town on railroad ground. They moved about from place to place With prying eyes and cautious pace. They peeped in shops and gained a view Where cars were standing, bright and new. While others,

that had service known, and in some crash were overthrown, on jackscrews, blocks, and such affairs were undergoing full repairs. The table that turns end for end, its heavy load without a bend, was next inspected through and through, and tested by the wandering crew. They scanned the signal lights with care that told the state of switches there, showed weather tracks kept straight ahead or simply to some siding lead. Then round a locomotive strong, they gathered in an earnest throng. Commenting on the style it showed, its strength and speed upon the road.

Said one, that pilot placed before will toss a cow a block or more. You'd hardly find a bone intact when such a thing hurt. frame has racked. Above the fence, and if you please, above the smokestack and the trees, we'll go the horns and heels in air when hoisted by that same affair. Sometimes it saves, another cried, and throws an object far aside, that would to powder have been ground if rushing wheels a chance had found. I saw a goat tossed from the track, and landed on a farmer's stack. And though surprised at fate so strange,

he seemed delighted at the change, and lived content on best of fare until the farmer found him there. Another said, We'll have some fun, and down the road this engine run. The steam is up, as Gage's show, she's puffing, ready now to go.

The fireman and the engineer are at their supper, in the rear. Of yonder's shed, I took a peep, and found the watchman fast asleep. So now's our time, if we but haste, the joys of railway life to taste. I know the engine driver's art, just how to stop, reverse, and start.

I've watched them when they little new, from every move I knowledge drew. We'll not be seen till underway, and then, my friends, here let me say, the man or beast will something lack who strives to stop us on the track. Then some upon the engine stepped, and some upon the pilot crept,

and more upon the tender found, a place to sit and look around. And soon away the engine rolled, at speed twas fearful to behold. It seemed they ran, where tracks were straight, at least a mile-a-minute rate. And even where the curves were short, the engine turned them with a snort

that made the brownie's hearts the while rise in their throats for half a mile. But travelers made dangers run on safest roads beneath the sun. They ran through yards where dogs came out to choke with dust that whirled about, and so could neither growl nor bark till they had vanished in the dark. Some pigs that wandered late at night, and neither turned to left nor right,

but on the crossing held debate, who first should squeeze beneath the gate, were helped above the fence to rise ere they had time to squeal surprise, and never after cared to stray along the track by night or day. But when a town was just in sight, and speed was at its greatest height, alas, that such a thing should be, an open switch the brownies see. Then some thought best at once to go into the weeds and ditch below. But many on the engine stayed and held their grip, though much dismayed, and waited for the shock to fall that would decide the fate of all.

in vain reversing tricks were tried and brakes to every wheel applied. The locomotive forward flew in spite of all that skill could do. But just as they approached the place where trouble met them face to face, through some arrangement, as it seemed, of which the brownies never dreamed, the automatic switch was closed, a safety signal light exposed, and they were free to roll ahead and wait for those who'd leapt in dread. Although the end seemed near at hand of every brownie in the band, and darkest heads through horrid fright, were in a moment changed to white,

the injuries indeed were small, a few had suffered from their fall, and some were sprained about the toes, while more were scraped upon the nose. But all were able to succeed in climbing to a place with speed, and there they stayed until once more they passed the heavy roundhouse door. Then, jumping down on every side, the brownies scampered off to hide. And as they crossed the trestle high, the sun was creeping up the sky, and urged them onward in their race to find some safe abiding place. End of Chapter 15

Chapter 16 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox This Libervox recording is in the public domain recording by Jude Summers Chapter 16 The Brownie's Fancy Ball It was the season of the year

when people, dressed in fancy gear, from every quarter hurried down and filled the largest halls in town. And there, two flute and fiddle suite went through their sets with lively feet. The brownies were not slow to note that fun indeed was now afloat. And ere the season passed away

of longest night and shortest day, they looked about to find a hall where they could hold their fancy ball. Said one, A room can soon be, be found where all the band can troop around. But want of costumes, much I fear, will bar our pleasure all the year. Another said, One moment, wait, my eyes have not been shut of late.

Don't show a weak and hopeless mind because your knowledge is confined, for I'm prepared to take the band to costumes, ready to the hand. of every pattern new or old The kingly robes with chain of gold The cloak and plume of belted knight The pilgrim's hat and stockings white The dresses for the ladies' fair The gems and artificial hair

The soldier suits in blue and red The turban for the tartar's head All can be found where I will lead If friends are willing to proceed Those knowing best the Brownie Way Will know there was no long delay Ere to the town he made a break With all the brownies in his wake

It mattered not that roads were long That hills were high or winds were strong Soon robes were found on peg and shelf And each one chose to suit himself The costumes, though a world too wide and long enough a pair to hide, were gathered in with skill and care that showed the tailor's art was there.

Then out they started for the hall in fancy trappings, one and all. Some clad like monks in sable gowns, and some like kings, and more like clowns, and highlanders with naked knees, and Turks with turbans like a cheese. While many members in the line were dressed like ladies, fair and fine, and swept along the polished floor, a train that reached a yard or more.

By happy chance some laid their hand upon the outfit of a band. The horns and trumpets took the lead, supported well by string and reed, and violins that would have made a mansion for the rogues that played, with flute and clarinet combined in music of the gayest kind. In dances wild and strange to see, they passed the hours in greatest glee. Familiar figures all were lost in flowing robes that round them tossed,

and well-known faces hid behind queer masks that quite confused the mind. The queen and clown, a loving pair, enjoyed a light fandango there, while solemn monks of gentle heart, in jig and scalpets, took their part. The grand salute with courteous words, the bobbing up and down like birds,

the lively skip, the stately glide, the double turn and twist aside, were introduced in proper place, and carried through with ease and grace. So great the pleasure proved to all Too long they tarried in the hall And morning caught them on the fly ere they could put the garments by

Then dodging out in great dismay By walls and stumps they made their way And not until the evening's shade Were costumes in their places laid End of Chapter 16 Chapter 17 of Another Brownie book by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers.

Chapter 17 The Brownies and the Tugboat While Brownies strayed along a pier to view the shipping lying near, a tugboat drew their gaze at last, twas at a neighboring wharf made fast. Cried one, See what in black and red, below the pilot house is spread. In honor of the Brownie Band, it bears our name in letters grand. Through all the day she's on the go,

now with a laden scow in tow, and next with barges, two or three, then taking out a ship to sea. Or through the narrows, steaming round, in search of vessels homeward bound. She's staunch and true from stack to keel, and we should highly honored feel. Another said,

An hour ago, the men went up to see a show and left the tugboat lying here. The steam is up, our course is clear. We'll crowd on board without delay and run her up and down the bay. We have indeed a special claim because she bears the brownie name. Before the dawn creeps through the east,

will know about her speed at least and prove how such a craft behaves when cutting through the roughest waves. Behind the wheel I'll take my stand and steer her round with skillful hand. Now down the river, now around, the bay, or up the broader sound. Throughout the trip I'll keep her clear

of all that might awaken fear. When hardaport the helm I bring or starboard make a sudden swing. The band can rest as free from dread as if they slept on mossy bed. I something know about the seas, I've boxed a compass, if you please, and so can steer her east or west,

or north or south, as suits me best. Without the aid of twinkling stars or lighthouse lamps, I'll cross the bars. I know when North winds, nip the nose, or south-south west the pig wind blows, as hardy sailors call the gale that from that quarter strikes the sail. A third replied, No doubt you're smart and understand the pilot's art,

but more than one a hand should take, for all our lives will be at stake. In spite of eyes and ears and hands, and all the skill a crew commands, How oft collisions crush the keel And give the fish a sumptuous meal Too many rocks around the bay Stick up their heads to bar the way

Too many vessels long and wide At anchor in the channel ride For us to show ourselves unwise And trust to but one pair of eyes Air long the tugboat swinging clear Turned bow to stream and left the peer while many brownies, young and old, from upper deck to lower hold, were crowding round in happy vein, still striving better views to gain. Some watched the waves around them roll. Some

stayed below to shovel coal. From hand to hand with pitches strong, they passed the rattling loads along. Some at the engine took a place. More to the pilot-house would, race to keep a sharp lookout ahead or man the wheel as fancy lead. But accidents we oft record, however well we watch and ward, and vessels often go to wreck with careful captains on the deck. They had mishaps that night, for still, in spite of all their care and skill, while running straight or turning round, in river, bay, or broader sound, At times they ran upon a rock, and startled by the sudden shock,

some timid brownies, turning pale, would spring at once across the rail, and then, repenting, find all hope of life depended on a rope, that willing hands were quick to throw and hoist them from the waves below. Sometimes too near a ship they ran, for peace of mind, again their plan would come to naught through lengthy toe of barges passing to and fro. The painted buoys around the bay at times occasioned some dismay. They took them for torpedoes dread that might the boat in fragments spread, awake the city's slumbering crowds, and hoist the band among the clouds.

But thus, till hints of dawn appeared, Now here, now there, the boat was steered, with many joys and many fears, that some will bear in mind for years. But at her pier once more she lay, when night gave place to creeping day. End of Chapter 17. Chapter 18 of Another Brownie Book, by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Scyl. Summers. Chapter 18. The Brownies Tally Ho. As shades of evening closed around, the Brownies, from some wooded ground, looked out to view with staring eye a tally hoe, then passing by.

Around the park they saw it roll, now sweeping round a wooded knoll, now rumbling or an arching bridge, now hid behind a rocky rink. ridge, now wheeling out again in view, to whirl along some avenue. They hardly could restrain a shout when they observed the grand turnout, the long brass horn that trilled so loud, the prancing horses, and the crowd of people perched so high in air, pleased every wandering brownie there. Said one, A rig like this we see would suit the brownie, to a tea. And I'm the one, here let me say, to put such pleasures in our way. I know the very

place to go to-night to find a tally-ho. It never yet has borne a load of happy hearts along the road, but bright anew in every part, tis ready for an early start. The horses in the stable stand, with harness ready for the hand. If all agree, will take a ride for miles across the country wide. Another said, the plan is fine. You well deserve to head the line. But on the road the reins I'll draw. I know the way to G and Haw.

And how to turn a corner round and still keep wheels upon the ground. Another answered, No, my friend, will not on one alone depend, but three or four the reins will hold, that horses may be well controlled. The curves are short, the hills are steep, the horses fast and ditches deep,

and at some places half the band may have to take the lines in hand. That night, according to their plan, the brownies to the stable ran. Through swamps they cut to reach the place and cleared the fences in their race, as lightly as the swallow flies to catch its morning meal supplies. Though in the race some clothes were soiled,

and stylish shoes completely spoiled. Across the roughest hill or rock, they scampered like a frightened flock. Now o'er enclosures, knee and knee, with equal speed they clambered free. And soon, with faces all aglow, they crowded round the tally-ho. but little time they stood to stare or smile upon the strange affair as many hands make labour light and active fingers win the fight each busy brownie played his part and soon twas ready for the start

but ere they took their seats to ride, by more than one the horns were tried, each striving with tremendous strain the most enlivening sound to gain, and prove he had a special right to blow the horn throughout the night. Though some were crowded in a seat, and some were forced to keep their feet or sit upon another's lap, and some were hanging to a strap, with merry-lark. laugh and ringing shout and tooting horns, they drove about. A dozen miles, perhaps or more, the lively band had travelled oar, commenting on their happy lot and keeping horses on the trot.

When, as they passed a stunted oak, a wheel was caught, the axle broke. Then some went out with sudden pitch, and some were tumbled in the ditch, and one jumped off to save his neck, while others still hung to the wreck. Confusion reigned, for coats were rent, and hats were crushed, and horns were bent, and what began with fun and clatter had turned to quite a serious matter. Some blamed the drivers, others thought the tooting horns the trouble brought. Moore said that they small wisdom showed, who left the root, so near the road. But while they talked about their plight, upon them burst the morning light,

with all the grandeur and the sheen that June could lavish on the scene. So, hitching horses where they could, the brownies scampered for the wood. And lucky were the brownies spry, a dark and deep ravine was nigh, that seemed to swallow them alive, so quick were they to jump and dive. To safely hide from blazing day that fast had driven night away, and forced them to leave all repairs to other heads and hands than theirs. End of Chapter 18. Chapter 19 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 19 The Brownies on the Racetrack. While Brownies moved around one night, a seaside racetrack came in sight.

"'Tis here,' said one, "'the finest breed of horses often show their speed. Here, neck and neck and nose and nose beneath the jockeys urging blows, "'they sweep around the level mile, the people shouting all the while, "'and climbing up or crowding through to gain a better point of view, so they can see beyond a doubt how favourites are holding out. Another said, I know the place where horses wait tomorrow's race.

We'll strap the saddles on their back and lead them out upon the track. Then some will act the jockey's part, and some, as judges, watch the start, and drop the crimson flag to show, the start is fair and all must go. Air long the brownies turned to haul each wandering racehorse from his stall. They bridled them without delay, and saddles strapped in proper way. Some restless horses rearing there would toss their holders high in air,

and test the courage and the art of those who took an active part. Said one, I've lurked in yonder wood and watched the races when I could. I know how all is done with care When thus for racing they prepare How every buckle must be tight And every strap and stirrup right Or jockeys would be on the ground Before they circled halfway round

When all was ready for the show Each brownie rogue was no-ey-soe At climbing up to take a place And be a jockey in the race full half a dozen brownies tried upon one saddle now to ride. But some were into service pressed as judges to control the rest, to see that rules were kept complete, and then decide who won the heat. A dozen times they tried to start.

Some shot ahead like jockey's smart, and were prepared to take the lead around the track at flying speed. but others were so far behind on horses of unruly mind, the judges from the stand declare the start was anything but fair. So back they'd jog at his command, in better shape to pass the stand. Indeed, it was no simple trick to ride those horses shy and quick. And only for the mystic art that is the Brownie's special part,

a dozen backs at least had found a resting place upon the ground. The rules of racing were not quite observed in full upon that night. Around and round the track they flew, in spite of all the judge could do. The race, he tried to let them know, had been decided long ago. But still the horses kept the track, with brownies clinging to each back. Some racers of the jumping kind At times disturbed the rider's mind When from the track they sudden wheeled

And over fences took the field As if they hoped in some such mode To rid themselves of half their load But horses, how so ever smart, Are not a match for brownie art For still the riders stuck through all in spite of fence or ditch or wall. Some clung to saddle, some to main,

while others tugged at bridle rain. So all the steeds found it would pay to let the brownies have their way. Until a glimpse of rising sun soon made them leave the place and run. End of Chapter 19. Chapter 20 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox.

This Libravox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 20 The Brownies' Birthday Dinner When people through the county planned to give their public dinners grand, the brownies met at day's decline to have a birthday banquet fine. The proper things, a speaker cried, await us here on every side. We simply have to reach and take. and choose a place to boil and bake. With meal and flour at our feet

and wells of water pure and sweet. The brownie must be dull indeed who lacks the gumption to proceed. We'll peel the pumpkins, ripened well, and scoop them hollow like a shell, then slice them up the proper size to make at length those famous pies, for which the people, small and great,

are ever quick to reach a plate. This pleased them all, so none were slow in finding work at which to go. A stove that chants threw in their way was put in shape without delay. Though doors were cracked and legs were rare, the spacious oven still was there, where pies and cakes and puddings wide

might bake together side by side. The level top, though incomplete, gave pots and pans a welcome seat, where stews could steam and dumplings found a fitting place to roll around. Some lengths of pipe were raised on high that made the soot and cinders fly, and caused a draft throughout the wreck that door or damper failed to check. The rogues who undertook the part that tries the cook's deluxe. delightful art, had smarting hands and faces red before the tablecloth was spread. But what cared they at such an hour, for singeing flame or scalding shower?

Such ills are always reckoned slight, when great successes are in sight. There, cakes and tarts and cookies fine, of both the leaf and notched design, were ranged in rows around the pan that into heated ovens ran, where, in what seemed a minute's space, another batch would take their place. While birds that had secured repose above the reach of Raynard's nose, without the aid of wings came down

to be at midnight roasted brown. They found some boards and benches laid aside by workmen at their trade, and these upon the green were placed by willing hands with proper haste. Said one, who board and bench combined, All art is not two cooks confined, and some expertness we can show, as well as those who mix the dough.

And all was as the speaker said. In fact, they were some points ahead, for when the cooks their triumphs showed, the table waited for its load. The knives and forks and dishes white by secret methods came to light. Much space would be required to tell just how the table looked so well. But kitchen cupboards, three or four, must there have yielded up their store. For all the guests on every side with full equipments were supplied.

When people find a carver hacked, a saucer chipped, or platter cracked, they should be somewhat slow to claim that servants are the ones to blame. For brownies may have used the wear and failed to show the proper care. A few, as waiters, passed about new dishes when the old gave out, and saw the plates, as soon as bare, were heaped again with three. something rare. No member, as you may believe, was anxious such a place to leave, until he had a taste at least of all the dishes in the feast. The brownies, when they break their fast, will eat as long as vians last, and even birds cannot depend on crumbs or pickings

at the end. The plates were scraped, the kettles clean, and not a morsel. to be seen, ere Brownies from that table ran to shun the prying eyes of man. End of Chapter 20. Chapter 21 of Another Brownie Book, by Palmer Cox. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 21, the Brownies Hallow Eve. On Halloweeve, that night of fun, when elves and goblins frisk and run, and many games and tricks are tried, at every pleasant fireside, the Brownies halted to survey a village that below them lay,

and wondered, as they rested there, to hear the laughter fill the air, that from the happy children came as they enjoyed some pleasant game. said one what means this merry flow that comes so loudly from below Uncommon pleasures must abound where so much laughter can be found Another said now by your leave I'll tell you tis all hallow Eve When people meet to have their sport at curious games of every sort I know them all from first to last and Now, before the night has passed, for some convenient place will start, without delay, to play our part.

Two dozen mouths commenced to show their teeth in white and even row. Two dozen voices cried with speed, The plan is good, we're all agreed. And in a trice, four dozen feet went down the hill with even beat, Without a long or wearying race, the brownies soon secured a place that answered well in every way for all the games they wished to play. There, tubs of water could be found, by which to stoop or kneel around, and strive to bring the pennies out that on the bottom slipped about. Then heads were wet, and shoulders too, where some would still the coin pursue. and mouth about now here and there without a pause or breath of air.

Until in pride, with joyful cries, they held aloft the captured prize. More stood the tempting bait beneath, and with a hasty snap of teeth, the whirling apple thought to claim, and shun the while the candle's flame, but found that with such pleasure goes, an eyebrow-singed or blistered nose. More named the oats, as people do, to try which hearts are false, which true, and on the griddle placed the pair

to let them part or smolder there, and smiled to see, through woe and wheel, how often hearts are true as steel. Still others tried to read their fate, or fortune in a dish or plate. Learn whether they would ever wed or lead a single life instead. Or if their mate would be a blessing

or prove a partner most distressing. Then others in the open air of fun and frolic had their share, played hide and seek and blind man's buff and tag or places smooth or rough and snap the whip, and trip the toe, and games that none but brownies know.

As if their lives at stake were placed, they jumped around and dodged and raced, and tumbled headlong to the ground when feet some hard obstruction found. At times across the level mead, some proved their special claims to speed, and as reward of merit wore a wreath of green till sport was o'clock, The hours flew past as hours will when joys do every moment fill. The moon grew weak and said good-night and turned her pallid face from sight. Then weakening stars began to fail, but still the brownies kept the veil. Full many at time had hours retired, much faster than the band desired.

And pleasure seemed too sweet to lay, a son. because of coming day. But never yet with greater pain did they behold the crimson stain that morning spread across the sky and told them they must homeward fly. End of Chapter 21. Chapter 22 of Another Brownie Book

by Palmer Cox. This Libervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 22 The Brownies's Flagpole The Brownies, through a village bound, paused in their run to look around, and wondered why the central square revealed no flagpole, tall, and fair. Said one, Without delay will go to woods that stand some miles below. The tall spruce lifts its tapering crest, so high and straight above the rest,

we soon can choose a flagpole there to ornament this village square. Then everyone a hand will lend to trim it off from end to end, to peel it smooth and paint it white, and hoist it in the square to night. Then to the woods the brownies ran at once to carry out their plan. While some ran here and there with speed for implements to serve their need, some rambled through the forest free to find the proper kind of tree

then climbed the tree while yet it stood to learn if it was sound and good without a flaw a twist or bend to mar its looks from end to end when one was found that suited well to work the active brownies fell and soon with sticks beneath their load the band in grand procession strode.

It gave them quite enough to do to safely put the project through. But when they reached the square at last, some ropes around the pole were passed. And from the tops of Maples' tall, a crowd began to pull and haul, while others gathered at the base until the flagpole stood in place.

For Brownies seldomly, idle stand when there is fun or work on hand. At night when darkness wraps us round, they come from secret haunts profound. With brushes, pots of paint and all, they clamber over fence and wall, and soon on objects here and there, that hold positions high in air, and most attract the human eye, the marks of brownie fingers lie. Sometimes with feet that never time, they climb the tall cathedral spire, when all the town is still below, save watchmen pacing to and fro,

by light of moon and stars alone, they dust the marble and the stone, and with their brushes, small and great, they paint and gild the dial plate, and bring the figures plain in sight that all may note time's rapid flight. And accidents they often, know, while through the heavy works they go, where, slowly turning wheels at last, in bad

position, hold them fast. But brownies, notwithstanding all, the hardships that may them befall, still persevere in every case, till morning drives them from the place. And then, with happy hearts they fly, to hide away from human eye. Chapter 22. Chapter 23 of Another Brownie Book by Palmer Cox. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 23. The Brownies on the canal. One night, the Brownies stood beside a long canal, whose silent tide connected seaboard cities great with inland sections of the state. The laden boats so large and strong

were tied to trees by hawsers long. No boatmen stood by helm or oar, no mules were tugging on the shore. All work on land and water, too, had been abandoned by the crew. Said one, we see, without a doubt, what some dispute has brought about. perhaps a strike for greater pay, for even rates, or shorter day,

has caused the boats to loiter here, with cargoes costing someone dear. These cabbages, so large and round, should, long ere this, the dish have found, upon some kitchen stove or range, to spread an odor, rich and strange. Those squashes too should not be lost By long exposure to the frost When they would prove so great a prize To old and young, if baked in pies And then those pippins, ripe and fair,

From some fine orchard, picked with care, Should not to rot and ruin go, Though work is hard or wages low, When thousands would be glad to stew, the smallest apples there in view. Another said, We lack the might to set the wrongs of labor right. But by the power within us placed,

we'll see that nothing goes to waste. So every hand must be applied that boats upon their way may glide. Then some ran here and there with speed to find a team to suit their need. A pair of mules that grazed about the grassy banks were fitted out, with straps and ropes without delay, to start the boats upon their way. And next some straying goats were found, where in a yard they nibbled round,

destroying plants of rarest kind that owners in the town could find. Soon, taken from their rich repast, they found themselves in harnesses, fast. Then, into active service-pressed, they trod the towpath with the rest. On deck, some brownies took their stand to man the helm or give command, and oversee the work, while more stayed with the teams upon the shore. At times the rope would drag along, and catch on snags or branches long, and cause delays they ill could bear, for little time they had to spare. With accidents they often met, and some were bruised, and more were wet. Some tumbled headlong down the hold, and some from heaping cargoes rolled. But what care

brownies for a bruise, or garments wet, from hat to shoes? When enterprises, bold and new, must air the dawn be carried through. If half the band were drenched, no doubt, the work would still be carried out, for extra strength would then be found in those who still were safe and sound. But once when Low Bridge was the shout, they stood and stared or ran about, till in the water, heels or head, some members of the band were spread. A few could swim and held their own, but more went downward like a stone. Until, without the plummet's aid, they learned how deep canals are made.

In spite of all the kicks and flings, that fright at such a moment brings, through lack of art or weight of fear, it looked as if their end was near. The order now to stop the team would pass along with sign and scream, and those on land would know by this, that something startling was amiss and those on board could plainly see unless assistance there could be in shape of ropes and fingers strong there'd be some vacancies ere long

by chance a net was to be had that boatmen use for catching shad a gill net of the strongest kind for heavy catches well designed few shadd against its meshes ran but left their bones on someone's pan. This bulky thing, the active crew, far overboard with promptness through. A hold at once some brownies found, while others in its folds were bound, until, like fish in great dismay, inside the net they struggling lay.

But willing hands were overhead, and quickly from the muddy bed, where shudder crabs and turtles crawled, the dripping net was upward hauled, with all the brownies clinging fast, till safe on deck they stood at last. Sometimes a mule fell off the road, and in the stream with all its load.

Then precious time would be consumed before the trip could be resumed. Thus on they went, from mile to mile, with many strange mishaps the while. but working bravely through the night until the city came in sight. Said one, now thanks to bearded goats and patient mules, the heavy boats for hours have glided on their way and reached the waters of the bay. But see, the sun's about to show his colors to the world below, and other birds than those of night begin to take their morning flight.

Our time is up. We've done our best. The ebbing tide must do the rest. Now drifting downward to their pier, let barges unassisted steer, while we make haste with nimble feet to find in woods a safe retreat. End of Chapter 23. Chapter 24 of Another Brownie Book

by Palmer Cox. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, recording by Jude Summers. Chapter 24 The Brownies in the Studio The Brownies Once Approached in Glee, A Slumbering City by the Sea. In yonder town, the leader cried,

I hear the artist does reside, who pictures out, with patient hand, the doings of the Brownie band. I'd freely give, another said, the cap that now protects my head to find the room where, day by day, he shows us at our work or play. A third replied,

Your cap retain to shield your pole from snow or rain. His studio is farther down, within a corner building, Brown. So follow me a mile or more, and soon will reach the office door. Then through the park, around the square, and down the broadest thoroughfare, the anxious brownies quickly passed,

and reached the building huge at last. They paused a while to view the sight, to speak about its age and height, and read the signs so long and wide that met the gaze on every side. but little time was wasted there, for soon their feet had found the stair, and next the room, where oft are told, their funny actions, free and bold, was honored by a friendly call from all the brownies, great and small.

Then what a gallery they found, as here and there they moved around. For now they gaze upon a scene that showed them sporting on a green, then hastening o'er the fields with speed to help some farmer in his need said one upon this desk no doubt where now we cluster round about our doings have been plainly told from month to month through heat and cold and there's the ink i apprehend on which our very lives depend be careful moving to and fro let's the ink i apprehend on which our very lives depend be careful moving to and fro let's we upset it as we go. For who can tell what tales untold that darksome liquid may unfold. A telephone gave great delight to those who tried it half the night, some asking after fresh supplies, or if their stocks were on the rise, what ship was safe, what bank was firm, or who desired a second term. Thus, messages ran to and fro with

Who are you? Hello? Hello? And all the repetitions known to those who use the telephone. Oh, here's the pen, as I opine, said one. That's written every line. Indeated to this pen are we for all our fame and history. See here, another said, I've found the pointed pencil, long and round, that pictures all our looks so wise, our smiles so broad, and staring eyes. Tis well it draws us all all right, or we might bear it off tonight.

But glad are we to have our name in every region known to fame. To know that children lisp our praise, and on our faces love to gaze. Old pistols that brave service knew at Bunker Hill were brought to view, in mimic duels on the floor, and snapped at paces three or four. While from the foils the brownies plied, the sparks in showers scattered wide, as thrust and perry, cut and guard, in swift succession followed hard. The British and Mongolian slash

were tried in turn with brilliant dash Till foils and skill and temper too Were amply tested through and through They found old shields that bore the dint Of spears and arrowheads of flint And held them up in proper pose Then reigned upon them Spartan blows Lay figures draped in ancient

styles, from some drew graceful bows and smiles, until the laugh of comrades nigh led them to look with sharper eye. A portrait now they criticize, which everyone could recognize. The features, garments, and the style, soon brought to every face a smile. Some tried a hand at painting there, and showed their skill was something rare, while others talked and rummaged through the desk to find the stories new, that told about some late affair, of which the world was not aware. But pleasure seemed to have the power to hasten every passing hour, and bring too soon the morning chime, however well they note the time. Now, from a chapel's brazen bell, the startling hint of mourning fell.

And Brownies realized the need of leaving for their haunts with speed. So down the staircase to the street, they made their way with nimble feet. And ere the sun could show his face, the band had reached a hiding place. End of Chapter 24. End of Another Brownie Book, by Palmer Cox.