Part 27 (2/2)

”Do not tell him that I have warned you, or he will kill me by solen; but Theseus strode on in his wrath

And he said to himself: ”This is an ill-ruled land; when shall I have done ridding it of monsters?” And, as he spoke, Procrustes ca and talking gaily And when he saw Theseus, he cried: ”Ah, fair young guest, have I kept you too long waiting?”

But Theseus answered: ”The uests upon a bed and hews off their hands and feet, what shall be done to hihout the land?”

Then Procrustes' countenance changed, and his cheeks grew as green as a lizard, and he felt for his sword in haste; but Theseus leaped on him, and cried:

”Is this true, my host, or is it false?” and he clasped Procrustes round waist and elbow, so that he could not draw his sword

”Is this true, my host, or is it false!” But Procrustes answered never a word

Then Theseus flung him from him, and lifted up his dreadful club; and before Procrustes could strike hiround

And once again he struck hi like a bat into the darkness of a cave

Then Theseus stripped hiold ornareat wealth and treasure, which he had stolen from the passers-by And he called the people of the country, who ti them, and went down the mountains, and away

KINGSLEY: ”The Heroes”

(Adapted)

”BOB WHITE”

I see you, on the zigzag rails, You cheery little fellow!

While purple leaves are whirling down, And scarlet, brown, and yellow

I hear you when the air is full Of snon of the thistle; All in your speckled jacket trim, ”Bob White! Bob White!” you whistle

Tall areet you; I know that you are out for play-- How I should like to h blithe of voice, so shy you are, In this delightful weather; What splendid playether!

There, you are gone! but far away I hear your whistle falling

Ah!

Along those hazy uplands wide We'd be such ers; What! silent now, and hidden too!

”Bob White,” don't let's be strangers

Perhaps you teach your brood the ga with the leaves, And softly creeks the cricket

”Bob White! Bob White!”--again I hear That blithely whistled chorus; Why should we not companions be?

One Father watches o'er us!