THE
CHILD'S
STORY-BOOK.
NEW YORK:
KIGGINS & KELLOGG,
123 & 125 William St.
THE
STORY-BOOK.
THE STAG-HUNT.
"Did you ever see any deer?"—"No,did you!"—"Yes, Ihave a cousin who keeps agreat number of them; he hasa nice large park for them tolive in, where they are quitehappy. I like to see themthere, but I should not like tosee one hunted."—"What! dothey ever hunt the stag?"—"Oh!yes, poor thing, and itruns as long as it has anystrength, and when it can run[Pg 4]no longer, its heart breaks, andit falls down and dies. I wonderhow men can be so cruel."—"Butare there any men socruel as to hunt the stag?"—"Yes,what did you supposethem to be?"—"Why, dogs,or something of that kind, thathave no more sense. I couldnot for a moment have thoughtthat men would be so wicked:what motive can they have forso doing."—"My dear boy,they think they find pleasurein the chase."—"Pleasure!then, indeed, they do only thinkso, for I am sure there can beno real pleasure in being cruel.Oh! when will that happy timecome, when men will be cruelno more, but will all walk inthe footsteps of Jesus Christ."
THE CAT.
"Puss went under the grateto-night."—"Did she: whatthat great cat? I thought onlykittens went under grates."—"Andso did I; but, however,she went."—"I wonderwhat for?"—"Perhaps to lookfor a cricket."—"Have youcrickets?"—"Yes; I oftenhear them chirping as I sit by[Pg 6]the fire at night. Ours is afunny cat; she sometimes goesup the chimney."—"What,when there is a fire in thegrate?"—"O no; the chimneyin the back chamber. I haveheard it said that cats do notlove any one, but I am sure ourcat does; for whenever I lether come into my lap, she rubsher head about, and stretchesout her claws, and purrs asloudly as she can. I sometimestry to hear what shesays, but I can make nothingof it; but it matters not whatshe says, I know she is happy,and that is enough."
THE LITTLE SHIP.
Father has made me a littleship, and I am going to let itsail in th