Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . r, seekingsome spot where he could feel fairly well and saw many curious places, and finally he settledon one of the Samoan Islands, in the South was hard for him to work, but he kept himselfbusy until the very last—until he died, in 1894. Hisgrave is on the peak of a mountain named Vaea,above his home, which he had named Vailima. Stevenson wrote many kinds of things. Some ofhis stories, Treasure Island, Kidnapped and others,are exciting tales of adventure, wh
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . r, seekingsome spot where he could feel fairly well and saw many curious places, and finally he settledon one of the Samoan Islands, in the South was hard for him to work, but he kept himselfbusy until the very last—until he died, in 1894. Hisgrave is on the peak of a mountain named Vaea,above his home, which he had named Vailima. Stevenson wrote many kinds of things. Some ofhis stories, Treasure Island, Kidnapped and others,are exciting tales of adventure, which any boy mightlike to read, while his essays, with Dr. Jekyll andMr. Hyde, and other stories, are more distinctivelyfor grown people. However, among all his writ-ings there is little more delightful than the poemsfor children, which show how clearly he rememberedhis own boyhood. AT THE SEA-SIDE By Robert Louis Stevenson When I was down beside the seaA wooden spade they gave to meTo dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a every hole the sea came up,Till it could come no more. 130 Foreign Lands. FOREICxN LANDS By Robert Louis Stevenson Up into the cherry tree,Who should chmh hut httle me?I held the trunk with both my handsAnd looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie,Adorned with flowers before my eye,And many pleasant places moreThat I had never seen before. I saw the dimpling river passAnd be the skys blue looking-glass;The dusty roads go up and downWith people tramping in to town. If I could find a higher and further I should where the grown-up river slipsInto the sea among the ships; To where the roads on either handLead onward into fairy land,Where all the children dine at five,And all the playthings come alive. The Lark and Her Younu Ones 131 THE LARK AND IIER YOUNG ONES A WISE old Lark, who lived in a field of grain. Mhich was nearly ripe, was afraid that thereapers might come and cut the grain before herlittle b
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