Part 17 (2/2)

”Friend Carows thick; I'll show you the way, if you will take me there”

”Indeed I will,” said the Caar-cane

”Where is it?”

”It is on the other side of the river,” said the little Jackal; ”but we can e it nicely, if you will take me on your back and swi, so the little Jackal jumped on his back, and the Ca him When they were safely over, the little Jackal juar-cane field; then he ran swiftly along the river bank, to hunt for crabs; the Caar-cane He ate happily, and noticed nothing around hi, and a Jackal is very little

Consequently, the little Jackal had eaten his fill by the time the Camel had barely taken a mouthful The little Jackal had no ain, about his business So he ran round and round the sugar-cane field, and as he ran he sang and shouted, and ers heard hiar-cane,” they said; ”he will dig holes and destroy the roots; we o down and drive hiot there, there was no Jackal to be seen; but they saw the great Caar-cane They ran at him and beat him, and stoned hione, leaving the poor Ca back froo home, now,” he said; ”don't you?”

”Well, you ARE a pretty friend!” said the Ca and singing! You brought this upon me What in the world ?”

”Oh, I don't know WHY,” said the little Jackal,--”I always sing after dinner!”

”So?” said the Cao home now”

He took the little Jackal kindly on his back and started into the water When he began to swim he swam out to where the river was the very deepest There he stopped, and said,--

”Oh, Jackal!”

”Yes,” said the little Jackal

”I have the strangest feeling,” said the Camel,--”I feel as if I oodness, don't do that! If you do that, you'll drown ? Why should you want to roll over?”

”Oh, I don't know WHY,” said the Camel slowly, ”but I always roll over after dinner!”

So he rolled over

And the little Jackal was drowned, for his sins, but the Camel came safely ho to tell you is about soo, when most of the mothers and fathers of the children here were not born, themselves At that time, nearly all the people in the United States lived between the Atlantic Ocean and the Mississippi River Beyond were plains, reaching to the foot of the hty Rocky Mountains, where Indians and wild beasts roamed The only white men there were a few hunters and trappers

One year a brave little coons withto the top of the great Rockies and down again into a valley in the very midst of the mountains It was a valley of brown, bare, desert soil, in a climate where almost no rain falls; but the snows on the mountain-tops sent down little strea like a blue jewel at the foot of the western hills was a marvelous lake of salt water,--an inland sea So the pioneers settled there and built them huts and cabins for the first winter

It had taken them many months to make the terrible journey; many had died of weariness and illness on the way;the winter; and the provisions they had brought in their wagons were so nearly gone that, by spring, they were living partly on roots, dug frorain and vegetables which they could raise in the valley Theywater fro;” and they planted enough corn and grain and vegetables for all the people Every one helped, and every one watched for the sprouting, with hopes, and prayers, and careful eyes

In good time the seeds sprouted, and the dry, brown earth was covered with a carpet of tender, green, growing things No fararden at hoarden of the desert valley And frorew and flourished till they were all well above the ground

Then a terrible thing happened One day the reat nuardens nearest thefroreen crops, and as they settled down they ate the tiny shoots and leaves to the ground More came, and more, and evercorner of the grain field And still , crawling crickets, strea down the side of the mountain to kill the crops