Dolce Dolmum (5) The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame CH 3 The Wild Wood Free Audiobook.

this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina the wind in the willows by kenneth graham chapter five dolce doman

the sheep ran huddling together against the hurdles blowing out thin nostrils and stamping with delicate four feet their heads thrown back and a light steam rising from the crowded sheep and into the frosty air as the two animals hastened by in high spirits with much chatter and laughter they were returning across country after a long day's outing with otter hudding and exploring on the wide amplets where certain streams tributary to their own river had their first small beginnings and the shades of the short winter day were closing in on them and they still had some distance to go plotting it random across the plow they had heard the sheep and had made for them and now leading from the sheep then they found a beaten track that made walking a lighter business and responded moreover to that small inquiring something which all animals carry inside them saying unmistakably yes quite right this leads home it looks as if we were coming to a village said the mole somewhat dubiously slackening his pace as the track that had in time become a path and then it developed into a lane now handed them over to the charge of a well-metaled road the animals did not hold with villages and their own highways thickly frequented as they were took an independent course regardless of church post office or public house oh never mind said the rat at this season of the year they're all safe indoors by this time sitting around the fire men women and children dogs and cats and all we shall slip through all right without any bother or unpleasantness and we can have a look at them through their windows if you like and see what they're doing the rapid nightfall of mid-december had quite beset the little village as they approached it on soft feet over a first thin fall of powdery snow little was visible but squares of a dusky orange red on either side of the street where the fire light or lamplight of each cottage overflowed through the casements into the dark world most of the low latticed windows were innocent of blinds and to the lookers in from outside the inmates gathered round the tea table absorbed in handiwork or talking with laughter and gesture had each that happy grace which is the last thing the skilled actor should capture the natural grace which goes with perfect unconsciousness of observation moving it will from one theater to another the two spectators so far from home themselves had something of wistfulness in their eyes as they watched a cat being stroked a sleepy child picked up and huddled off to bed or a tired man stretch and knock out his pipe on the end of a smoldering log but it was from one little window with its blind drawn down a mere blank transparency on the night that the sense of home and the little curtained world within walls the larger stressful world of outside nature shut out and forgotten most pulsated close against the white blind hung a bird cage clearly silhouetted every wire perch and a pertinence distinct and recognizable even to yesterday's dull edged lump of sugar on the middle perch the fluffy occupant head tucked well into feathers seemed so near to them as to be easily stroked had they tried even the delicate tips of this plumped out plumage penciled plainly on the illuminated screen as they looked the sleepy little fellow stirred uneasily woke shook himself and raised his head they could see the gape of his tiny beak as he yawned in a board sort of way looked round and then settled his head into his back again while the ruffled feathers gradually subsided into perfect stillness then a gust of bitter wind took them in the back...

Dolce Dolmum (5) The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame CH 3 The Wild Wood Free Audiobook.

this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina the wind in the willows by kenneth graham chapter five dolce doman

the sheep ran huddling together against the hurdles blowing out thin nostrils and stamping with delicate four feet their heads thrown back and a light steam rising from the crowded sheep and into the frosty air as the two animals hastened by in high spirits with much chatter and laughter they were returning across country after a long day's outing with otter hudding and exploring on the wide amplets where certain streams tributary to their own river had their first small beginnings and the shades of the short winter day were closing in on them and they still had some distance to go plotting it random across the plow they had heard the sheep and had made for them and now leading from the sheep then they found a beaten track that made walking a lighter business and responded moreover to that small inquiring something which all animals carry inside them saying unmistakably yes quite right this leads home it looks as if we were coming to a village said the mole somewhat dubiously slackening his pace as the track that had in time become a path and then it developed into a lane now handed them over to the charge of a well-metaled road the animals did not hold with villages and their own highways thickly frequented as they were took an independent course regardless of church post office or public house oh never mind said the rat at this season of the year they're all safe indoors by this time sitting around the fire men women and children dogs and cats and all we shall slip through all right without any bother or unpleasantness and we can have a look at them through their windows if you like and see what they're doing the rapid nightfall of mid-december had quite beset the little village as they approached it on soft feet over a first thin fall of powdery snow little was visible but squares of a dusky orange red on either side of the street where the fire light or lamplight of each cottage overflowed through the casements into the dark world most of the low latticed windows were innocent of blinds and to the lookers in from outside the inmates gathered round the tea table absorbed in handiwork or talking with laughter and gesture had each that happy grace which is the last thing the skilled actor should capture the natural grace which goes with perfect unconsciousness of observation moving it will from one theater to another the two spectators so far from home themselves had something of wistfulness in their eyes as they watched a cat being stroked a sleepy child picked up and huddled off to bed or a tired man stretch and knock out his pipe on the end of a smoldering log but it was from one little window with its blind drawn down a mere blank transparency on the night that the sense of home and the little curtained world within walls the larger stressful world of outside nature shut out and forgotten most pulsated close against the white blind hung a bird cage clearly silhouetted every wire perch and a pertinence distinct and recognizable even to yesterday's dull edged lump of sugar on the middle perch the fluffy occupant head tucked well into feathers seemed so near to them as to be easily stroked had they tried even the delicate tips of this plumped out plumage penciled plainly on the illuminated screen as they looked the sleepy little fellow stirred uneasily woke shook himself and raised his head they could see the gape of his tiny beak as he yawned in a board sort of way looked round and then settled his head into his back again while the ruffled feathers gradually subsided into perfect stillness then a gust of bitter wind took them in the back...

The Game of Life and How to Play It
by Florence Scovel Shinn

Publication date 2009-11-16
Usage Public DomainCreative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobook, self help, new thought, prosperity, karma, love, intuition, affirmations
LibriVox recording of The Game of Life and How to Play It by Florence Scovel Shinn. Read by Amy Conger.

Florence Scovel Shinn, an illustrator living in New York City, became a teacher of New Thought after a divorce. New Thought was a movement which holds the belief that individuals can create their own reality through intentional thoughts and prayer, much like the current Law of Attraction movement. The Game of Life and How to Play It is her first book, and is remarkable for being written by a woman and meant for a genteel female audience.

chapter 2 of the game of life and how to play it this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit liverfox.org the game of life and how to play it by florence scoville shin chapter 2 the law of prosperity yea the almighty shall be thy defense and thou shalt have plenty of silver one of the greatest messages given to the race through the scriptures is that god is man's supply and that man can release through his spoken word all that belongs to him by divine right he must however have perfect faith in his spoken word isaiah said my word shall not return unto me void but shall accomplish that whereunto it is sent we know now that words and thoughts are a tremendous vibratory force ever molding man's body and affairs a woman came to me in great distress and said she was to be sued on the fifteenth of the month for three thousand dollars she knew no way of getting the money and was in despair i told her that god was her supply and that there is a supply for every demand so i spoke the word i gave thanks that the woman would receive three thousand dollars at the right time in the right way i told her she must have perfect faith and act her perfect faith the 15th came but no money had materialized she called me on the phone and asked what she was to do i replied it is saturday so they won't sue you today your part is to act rich thereby showing perfect faith that you will receive it by monday she asked me to lunch with her to keep her courage when i joined her at a restaurant i said this is no time to economize order an expensive luncheon and act as if you have already received the three thousand dollars all things whatsoever ye ask in prayer believing ye shall receive you must act as if you had already received the next morning she called me on the phone and asked me to stay with her during the day i said no you were divinely protected and god is never too late in the evening she phoned again greatly excited and said my dear a miracle has happened i was sitting in my room this morning when the doorbell rang i said to the maid don't let anyone in the maid however looked out the window and said it's your cousin with the long white beard so i said call him back i would like to see him and he was just turning the corner when he heard the maid's voice and he came back he talked for about an hour and just as he was leaving he said oh by the way how were finances i told him i needed the money and he said why my dear i will give you three thousand dollars the first of the month i didn't like to tell him that i was going to be sued what shall i do i won't receive it till the first of the month and i must have it tomorrow i said i'll keep on treating i said spirit is never too late i give thanks that she has received the money on the invisible plane and that it manifests on time the next morning her cousin called her up and said come to my office this morning and i will give you the money that afternoon she had three thousand dollars to her credit in the bank and wrote checks as rapidly as her excitement would permit if one asks for...

The Game of Life and How to Play It
by Florence Scovel Shinn

Publication date 2009-11-16
Usage Public DomainCreative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobook, self help, new thought, prosperity, karma, love, intuition, affirmations
LibriVox recording of The Game of Life and How to Play It by Florence Scovel Shinn. Read by Amy Conger.

Florence Scovel Shinn, an illustrator living in New York City, became a teacher of New Thought after a divorce. New Thought was a movement which holds the belief that individuals can create their own reality through intentional thoughts and prayer, much like the current Law of Attraction movement. The Game of Life and How to Play It is her first book, and is remarkable for being written by a woman and meant for a genteel female audience.

chapter 2 of the game of life and how to play it this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit liverfox.org the game of life and how to play it by florence scoville shin chapter 2 the law of prosperity yea the almighty shall be thy defense and thou shalt have plenty of silver one of the greatest messages given to the race through the scriptures is that god is man's supply and that man can release through his spoken word all that belongs to him by divine right he must however have perfect faith in his spoken word isaiah said my word shall not return unto me void but shall accomplish that whereunto it is sent we know now that words and thoughts are a tremendous vibratory force ever molding man's body and affairs a woman came to me in great distress and said she was to be sued on the fifteenth of the month for three thousand dollars she knew no way of getting the money and was in despair i told her that god was her supply and that there is a supply for every demand so i spoke the word i gave thanks that the woman would receive three thousand dollars at the right time in the right way i told her she must have perfect faith and act her perfect faith the 15th came but no money had materialized she called me on the phone and asked what she was to do i replied it is saturday so they won't sue you today your part is to act rich thereby showing perfect faith that you will receive it by monday she asked me to lunch with her to keep her courage when i joined her at a restaurant i said this is no time to economize order an expensive luncheon and act as if you have already received the three thousand dollars all things whatsoever ye ask in prayer believing ye shall receive you must act as if you had already received the next morning she called me on the phone and asked me to stay with her during the day i said no you were divinely protected and god is never too late in the evening she phoned again greatly excited and said my dear a miracle has happened i was sitting in my room this morning when the doorbell rang i said to the maid don't let anyone in the maid however looked out the window and said it's your cousin with the long white beard so i said call him back i would like to see him and he was just turning the corner when he heard the maid's voice and he came back he talked for about an hour and just as he was leaving he said oh by the way how were finances i told him i needed the money and he said why my dear i will give you three thousand dollars the first of the month i didn't like to tell him that i was going to be sued what shall i do i won't receive it till the first of the month and i must have it tomorrow i said i'll keep on treating i said spirit is never too late i give thanks that she has received the money on the invisible plane and that it manifests on time the next morning her cousin called her up and said come to my office this morning and i will give you the money that afternoon she had three thousand dollars to her credit in the bank and wrote checks as rapidly as her excitement would permit if one asks for...

Carmen by Prosper Mérimée 2:1 Novella Free Audiobook Downloads Tale Teller Book Club.

chapter 2 part 1 of carmen this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org carmen by prosper marine translated by mary lloyd 1853-1936

chapter 2 part 1.

i spent several days at cordova i had been told of a certain manuscript in the library of the dominican convent which was likely to furnish me with very interesting details about the ancient munda the good fathers gave me the most kindly welcome i spent the daylight hours within their convent and at night i walked about the town at cordova a great many idlers collect towards sunset in the quay that runs along the right bank of the guadalajare promenaders on the spot have to breed the odor of a tan yard which still keeps up the ancient fame of the country in connection with the curing of leather but to atone for this they enjoy a site which has a charm of its own a few minutes before the angelus bell rings a great company of woman gathers beside the river just below the quay which is rather a high one not a man would dare to join his ranks the moment the angelus rings darkness is supposed to have fallen as the last stroke sounds all the woman just rove and step into the water then there is laughing and screaming and a wonderful clatter the men on the upper quay watch the bathers straining their eyes and seeing very little yet the white uncertain outlines perceptible against the dark blue waters of the stream stir the poetic mind and the possessor of a little fancy finds it not difficult to imagine that diana and her nymphs are bathing below while he himself runs no risk of ending like action i had been told that one day a party of good or nothing fellows banded themselves together and bribed the bell ringer at the cathedral to ring the angelus some 20 minutes before the proper hour though it was still broad daylight the nymphs of the guadalupe never hesitated and putting far more trust in the angelus bell than in the sun they proceeded to their bathing toilet always of the simplest with an easy conscience i was not present on that occasion in my day the bell ringer was incorruptable the twilight was very dim and nobody but a cat could have distinguished the difference between the oldest orange woman and the prettiest shop girl in cordova one evening after it had grown quite dusk i was leaning over the parapet of the quay smoking when a woman came up the steps leading from the river and sat down near me in her hair she wore a great bunch of jasmine a flower which at night exhales a most intoxicating perfume she was dressed simply almost poorly in black as most work girls are dressed in the evening women of the richer class only wear black in the daytime at night they dress a la franca when she drew near me the woman let them intia which had covered her head drop on her shoulders and by the dim light falling from the stars i perceived her to be young short in stature well proportioned and with very large eyes i threw my cigar away at once she appreciated this mark of courtesy essentially french and hastened to inform me that she was very fond of the smell of tobacco and that she even smoked herself when she could get a very mild papalitos i fortunately happened to have some such in my case and had once offered them to her she condescended to take one and lighted it at a burning string which a child brought us receiving a copper for its pains we mingled our smoke and talked so long the fair lady and i that we ended by being almost alone on the quay i thought i might venture without impropriety to suggest our going to eat an ice as neviera after a moment of modest mure she agreed but before finally accepting she desired to know what a clock it was i struck my repeater and this seemed to astound her greatly what clever inventions you foreigners do have what country do...

Carmen by Prosper Mérimée 2:1 Novella Free Audiobook Downloads Tale Teller Book Club.

chapter 2 part 1 of carmen this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org carmen by prosper marine translated by mary lloyd 1853-1936

chapter 2 part 1.

i spent several days at cordova i had been told of a certain manuscript in the library of the dominican convent which was likely to furnish me with very interesting details about the ancient munda the good fathers gave me the most kindly welcome i spent the daylight hours within their convent and at night i walked about the town at cordova a great many idlers collect towards sunset in the quay that runs along the right bank of the guadalajare promenaders on the spot have to breed the odor of a tan yard which still keeps up the ancient fame of the country in connection with the curing of leather but to atone for this they enjoy a site which has a charm of its own a few minutes before the angelus bell rings a great company of woman gathers beside the river just below the quay which is rather a high one not a man would dare to join his ranks the moment the angelus rings darkness is supposed to have fallen as the last stroke sounds all the woman just rove and step into the water then there is laughing and screaming and a wonderful clatter the men on the upper quay watch the bathers straining their eyes and seeing very little yet the white uncertain outlines perceptible against the dark blue waters of the stream stir the poetic mind and the possessor of a little fancy finds it not difficult to imagine that diana and her nymphs are bathing below while he himself runs no risk of ending like action i had been told that one day a party of good or nothing fellows banded themselves together and bribed the bell ringer at the cathedral to ring the angelus some 20 minutes before the proper hour though it was still broad daylight the nymphs of the guadalupe never hesitated and putting far more trust in the angelus bell than in the sun they proceeded to their bathing toilet always of the simplest with an easy conscience i was not present on that occasion in my day the bell ringer was incorruptable the twilight was very dim and nobody but a cat could have distinguished the difference between the oldest orange woman and the prettiest shop girl in cordova one evening after it had grown quite dusk i was leaning over the parapet of the quay smoking when a woman came up the steps leading from the river and sat down near me in her hair she wore a great bunch of jasmine a flower which at night exhales a most intoxicating perfume she was dressed simply almost poorly in black as most work girls are dressed in the evening women of the richer class only wear black in the daytime at night they dress a la franca when she drew near me the woman let them intia which had covered her head drop on her shoulders and by the dim light falling from the stars i perceived her to be young short in stature well proportioned and with very large eyes i threw my cigar away at once she appreciated this mark of courtesy essentially french and hastened to inform me that she was very fond of the smell of tobacco and that she even smoked herself when she could get a very mild papalitos i fortunately happened to have some such in my case and had once offered them to her she condescended to take one and lighted it at a burning string which a child brought us receiving a copper for its pains we mingled our smoke and talked so long the fair lady and i that we ended by being almost alone on the quay i thought i might venture without impropriety to suggest our going to eat an ice as neviera after a moment of modest mure she agreed but before finally accepting she desired to know what a clock it was i struck my repeater and this seemed to astound her greatly what clever inventions you foreigners do have what country do...

Railway Children
by E. Nesbit

Publication date 2006-11-22
Usage Public DomainCreative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobook, literature, children, trains
Librivox recording of Railway Children by E. Nesbit.

Read by Karen Savage

Edith Nesbit's classic story, in which three children, pulled suddenly from their comfortable suburban life, move to the country with their mother, where they come to know and love the ways of the railways. (Summary by Karen Savage).
chapter 3 of the new swiss family robinson a tale for children of all ages by owen wister this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter 3 an exploring expedition a tiger franz's accident strange habits of the monkeys

the next day when we awoke the sun was already high in the heavens my children complained that their hats were too small for them this morning and ernest assured me that his had shrunk at least three sizes my dear children this is the effect of the julipa atwoodiana father asked fritz with an expression of countenance i was at a loss to understand not at all i replied severely what could that have to do with it it is the effect of the tropical dew which falls in large quantities as soon as the twilight sets in i then explained to them as well as i could the peculiar properties of tropical dew which entertained them very much indeed father said earnest instruction and amusement go hand in hand for us i was pleased with the spirit of contentment that prevailed among my children and gave them a five cent piece all round begging them not to spend it i also begged them to wear their hats patiently saying that as the day wore on they would resume their natural size my dear wife then proposed an exploring expedition to find out where we could best dwell no no mama said jack let us rather rest in the shade for we feel tired indifference i replied to the natural beauties of a strange place is a vice that should at all times be restrained your mama jack is no doubt as weary as you are but she is right we will proceed what are you doing franz i asked as we were starting for the little fellow was trudging along carrying tim under his arm why father he replied once you told me about a strong man i think his name was milo and he had a tiny calf and he used to carry it about everywhere it grew bigger and bigger but still he carried it often till at last he grew so strong that when it was quite a great big ox he could lift it as easily as ever and so you see if i take care of our we tim perhaps he will grow to a great big mastiff and i shall be ever so strong i smiled at the child's simplicity and his funny application of the story of milo of crotona but i bad him put the dog down and then dived into the jungle holding the air pistol ready cocked in front of me they followed me in procession tim and the other animals bringing up the rear suddenly a low roar sounded in the thicket and the next moment we found ourselves in the presence of a tiger do not fear children i said cheerfully no wild beast however ferocious can long resist the gaze of the human eye let us all look at him the sullen orb of the animal encountered my firm look abashed he turned towards my wife who met him with a proud well-bred stare each of my dear children were ready with opera glasses and telescopes which my brave wife produced from her wonderful bag without hesitation but she and i had been enough for him with a low howl of embarrassment the man-eating monster turned and walked awkwardly away it was a princeton tiger number one we then proceeded with light hearts occasionally relieving the monotony of the march with somebody while in the midst of a melody a frightful discord stopped us short shall i get the telescope's father said fritz no my son this is not a tiger i replied as i recognized from description the wearing song of the singer there in the tree father cried little fronds my child i said this...

Railway Children
by E. Nesbit

Publication date 2006-11-22
Usage Public DomainCreative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobook, literature, children, trains
Librivox recording of Railway Children by E. Nesbit.

Read by Karen Savage

Edith Nesbit's classic story, in which three children, pulled suddenly from their comfortable suburban life, move to the country with their mother, where they come to know and love the ways of the railways. (Summary by Karen Savage).
chapter 3 of the new swiss family robinson a tale for children of all ages by owen wister this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter 3 an exploring expedition a tiger franz's accident strange habits of the monkeys

the next day when we awoke the sun was already high in the heavens my children complained that their hats were too small for them this morning and ernest assured me that his had shrunk at least three sizes my dear children this is the effect of the julipa atwoodiana father asked fritz with an expression of countenance i was at a loss to understand not at all i replied severely what could that have to do with it it is the effect of the tropical dew which falls in large quantities as soon as the twilight sets in i then explained to them as well as i could the peculiar properties of tropical dew which entertained them very much indeed father said earnest instruction and amusement go hand in hand for us i was pleased with the spirit of contentment that prevailed among my children and gave them a five cent piece all round begging them not to spend it i also begged them to wear their hats patiently saying that as the day wore on they would resume their natural size my dear wife then proposed an exploring expedition to find out where we could best dwell no no mama said jack let us rather rest in the shade for we feel tired indifference i replied to the natural beauties of a strange place is a vice that should at all times be restrained your mama jack is no doubt as weary as you are but she is right we will proceed what are you doing franz i asked as we were starting for the little fellow was trudging along carrying tim under his arm why father he replied once you told me about a strong man i think his name was milo and he had a tiny calf and he used to carry it about everywhere it grew bigger and bigger but still he carried it often till at last he grew so strong that when it was quite a great big ox he could lift it as easily as ever and so you see if i take care of our we tim perhaps he will grow to a great big mastiff and i shall be ever so strong i smiled at the child's simplicity and his funny application of the story of milo of crotona but i bad him put the dog down and then dived into the jungle holding the air pistol ready cocked in front of me they followed me in procession tim and the other animals bringing up the rear suddenly a low roar sounded in the thicket and the next moment we found ourselves in the presence of a tiger do not fear children i said cheerfully no wild beast however ferocious can long resist the gaze of the human eye let us all look at him the sullen orb of the animal encountered my firm look abashed he turned towards my wife who met him with a proud well-bred stare each of my dear children were ready with opera glasses and telescopes which my brave wife produced from her wonderful bag without hesitation but she and i had been enough for him with a low howl of embarrassment the man-eating monster turned and walked awkwardly away it was a princeton tiger number one we then proceeded with light hearts occasionally relieving the monotony of the march with somebody while in the midst of a melody a frightful discord stopped us short shall i get the telescope's father said fritz no my son this is not a tiger i replied as i recognized from description the wearing song of the singer there in the tree father cried little fronds my child i said this...

New Swiss Family Robinson Chapter 3 Free Travel Audiobooks For Children Tale Teller Books.

chapter 3 of the new swiss family robinson a tale for children of all ages by owen wister this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter 3 an exploring expedition a tiger franz's accident strange habits of the monkeys

the next day when we awoke the sun was already high in the heavens my children complained that their hats were too small for them this morning and ernest assured me that his had shrunk at least three sizes my dear children this is the effect of the julipa atwoodiana father asked fritz with an expression of countenance i was at a loss to understand not at all i replied severely what could that have to do with it it is the effect of the tropical dew which falls in large quantities as soon as the twilight sets in i then explained to them as well as i could the peculiar properties of tropical dew which entertained them very much indeed father said earnest instruction and amusement go hand in hand for us i was pleased with the spirit of contentment that prevailed among my children and gave them a five cent piece all round begging them not to spend it i also begged them to wear their hats patiently saying that as the day wore on they would resume their natural size my dear wife then proposed an exploring expedition to find out where we could best dwell no no mama said jack let us rather rest in the shade for we feel tired indifference i replied to the natural beauties of a strange place is a vice that should at all times be restrained your mama jack is no doubt as weary as you are but she is right we will proceed what are you doing franz i asked as we were starting for the little fellow was trudging along carrying tim under his arm why father he replied once you told me about a strong man i think his name was milo and he had a tiny calf and he used to carry it about everywhere it grew bigger and bigger but still he carried it often till at last he grew so strong that when it was quite a great big ox he could lift it as easily as ever and so you see if i take care of our we tim perhaps he will grow to a great big mastiff and i shall be ever so strong i smiled at the child's simplicity and his funny application of the story of milo of crotona but i bad him put the dog down and then dived into the jungle holding the air pistol ready cocked in front of me they followed me in procession tim and the other animals bringing up the rear suddenly a low roar sounded in the thicket and the next moment we found ourselves in the presence of a tiger do not fear children i said cheerfully no wild beast however ferocious can long resist the gaze of the human eye let us all look at him the sullen orb of the animal encountered my firm look abashed he turned towards my wife who met him with a proud well-bred stare each of my dear children were ready with opera glasses and telescopes which my brave wife produced from her wonderful bag without hesitation but she and i had been enough for him with a low howl of embarrassment the man-eating monster turned and walked awkwardly away it was a princeton tiger number one we then proceeded with light hearts occasionally relieving the monotony of the march with somebody while in the midst of a melody a frightful discord stopped us short shall i get the telescope's father said fritz no my son this is not a tiger i replied as i recognized from description the wearing song of the singer there in the tree father cried little fronds my child i said this is indeed providential and taking a quick aim i fired the loud report of the air pistol resounded through the forest and the wild bird came fluttering down slightly wounded i showed them his perforated bill the singer i continued is one of the newest discoveries among tropical birds it is a sort of woodpecker and bores to great depths it is a neat bird and with a rapid head movement will hem stitch its nest in a few moments...

New Swiss Family Robinson Chapter 3 Free Travel Audiobooks For Children Tale Teller Books.

chapter 3 of the new swiss family robinson a tale for children of all ages by owen wister this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter 3 an exploring expedition a tiger franz's accident strange habits of the monkeys

the next day when we awoke the sun was already high in the heavens my children complained that their hats were too small for them this morning and ernest assured me that his had shrunk at least three sizes my dear children this is the effect of the julipa atwoodiana father asked fritz with an expression of countenance i was at a loss to understand not at all i replied severely what could that have to do with it it is the effect of the tropical dew which falls in large quantities as soon as the twilight sets in i then explained to them as well as i could the peculiar properties of tropical dew which entertained them very much indeed father said earnest instruction and amusement go hand in hand for us i was pleased with the spirit of contentment that prevailed among my children and gave them a five cent piece all round begging them not to spend it i also begged them to wear their hats patiently saying that as the day wore on they would resume their natural size my dear wife then proposed an exploring expedition to find out where we could best dwell no no mama said jack let us rather rest in the shade for we feel tired indifference i replied to the natural beauties of a strange place is a vice that should at all times be restrained your mama jack is no doubt as weary as you are but she is right we will proceed what are you doing franz i asked as we were starting for the little fellow was trudging along carrying tim under his arm why father he replied once you told me about a strong man i think his name was milo and he had a tiny calf and he used to carry it about everywhere it grew bigger and bigger but still he carried it often till at last he grew so strong that when it was quite a great big ox he could lift it as easily as ever and so you see if i take care of our we tim perhaps he will grow to a great big mastiff and i shall be ever so strong i smiled at the child's simplicity and his funny application of the story of milo of crotona but i bad him put the dog down and then dived into the jungle holding the air pistol ready cocked in front of me they followed me in procession tim and the other animals bringing up the rear suddenly a low roar sounded in the thicket and the next moment we found ourselves in the presence of a tiger do not fear children i said cheerfully no wild beast however ferocious can long resist the gaze of the human eye let us all look at him the sullen orb of the animal encountered my firm look abashed he turned towards my wife who met him with a proud well-bred stare each of my dear children were ready with opera glasses and telescopes which my brave wife produced from her wonderful bag without hesitation but she and i had been enough for him with a low howl of embarrassment the man-eating monster turned and walked awkwardly away it was a princeton tiger number one we then proceeded with light hearts occasionally relieving the monotony of the march with somebody while in the midst of a melody a frightful discord stopped us short shall i get the telescope's father said fritz no my son this is not a tiger i replied as i recognized from description the wearing song of the singer there in the tree father cried little fronds my child i said this is indeed providential and taking a quick aim i fired the loud report of the air pistol resounded through the forest and the wild bird came fluttering down slightly wounded i showed them his perforated bill the singer i continued is one of the newest discoveries among tropical birds it is a sort of woodpecker and bores to great depths it is a neat bird and with a rapid head movement will hem stitch its nest in a few moments...