id you shout and sing？〃
〃Oh； I don't know WHY；〃 said the little Jackal；〃I always sing after dinner！〃
〃So？〃 said the Camel； 〃Ah； very well； let us go 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 must roll over。〃
〃‘Roll over'！〃 cried the Jackal。 〃My goodness； don't do that！ If you do that； you'll drown me！ What in the world makes you want to do such a crazy thing？ 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 home。
THE GULLS OF SALT LAKE
The story I am going to tell you is about something that really happened； many years ago； 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 mighty Rocky Mountains； where Indians and wild beasts roamed。 The only white men there were a few hunters and trappers。
One year a brave little company of people traveled across the plains in big covered wagons with many horses； and finally succeeded in climbing to 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 streams of pure water； the winds were gentle； and lying 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； many died of hardship during 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 from the ground。 All their lives now depended on the crops of grain and vegetables which they could raise in the valley。 They made the barren land good by spreading water from the little streams over it；what we call 〃irrigating；〃 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 farmer's garden at home in the East could have looked better than the great garden of the desert valley。 And from day to day the little shoots grew and flourished till they were all well above the ground。
Then a terrible thing happened。 One day the men who were watering the crops saw a great number of crickets swarming over the ground at the edge of the gardens nearest the mountains。 They were hopping from the barren places into the young； green crops； and as they settled down they ate the tiny shoots and leaves to the ground。 More came； and more； and ever more； and as they came they spread out till they covered a big corner of the grain field。 And still more and more； till it was like an army of black； hopping； crawling crickets； streaming down the side of the mountain to kill the crops。
The men tried to kill the crickets by beating the ground； but the numbers were so great that it was like beating at the sea。 Then they ran and told the terrible news； and all the village came to help。 They started fires； they dug trenches and filled them with water； they ran wildly about in the fields； killing what they could。 But while they fought in one place new armies of crickets marched down the mountain… sides and attacked the fields in other places。 And at last the people fell on their knees and wept and cried in despair； for they saw starvation and death in the fields。
A few knelt to pray。 Others gathered round and joined them； weeping。 More left their useless struggles and knelt beside their neighbors。 At last nearly all the people were kneeling on the desolate fields praying for deliverance from the plague of crickets。
Suddenly； from far off in the air toward the great salt lake； there was the sound of flapping wings。 It grew louder。 Some of the people looked up； startled。 They saw； like a white cloud rising from the lake； a flock of sea gulls flying toward them。 Snow…white in the sun； with great wings beating and soaring； in hundreds and hundreds； they rose and circled and came on。
〃The gulls！ the gulls！〃 was the cry。 〃What does it mean？〃
The gulls flew overhead； with a shrill chorus of whimpering cries； and then； in a marvelous white cloud of spread wings and hovering breasts； they settled down over the seeded ground。
〃Oh！ woe！ woe！〃 cried the people。 〃The gulls are eating what the crickets have left！ they will strip root and branch！〃
But all at once； some one called out；
〃No； no！ See！ they are eating the crickets！ They are eating only the crickets！〃
It was true。 The gulls devoured the crickets in dozens； in hundreds； in swarms。 They ate until they were gorged； and then they flew heavily back to the lake； only to come again with new appetite。 And when at last they finished； they had stripped the fields of the cricket army； and the people were saved。
To this day； in the beautiful city of Salt Lake； which grew out of that pioneer village； the little children are taught to love the sea gulls。 And when they learn drawing and weaving in the schools； their first design is often a picture of a cricket and a gull。
THE NIGHTINGALE＇1＇
＇1＇ Adapted from Hans Christian Andersen。
A long； long time ago； as long ago as when there were fairies； there lived an emperor in China； who had a most beautiful palace； all made of crystal。 Outside the palace was the loveliest garden in the whole world； and farther away was a forest where the trees were taller than any other trees in the world； and farther away； still； was a deep wood。 And in this wood lived a little Nightingale。 The Nightingale sang so beautifully that everybody who heard her remembered her song better than anything else that he heard or saw。 People came from all over the world to see the crystal palace and the wonderful garden and the great forest； but when they went home and wrote books about these things they always wrote； 〃But the Nightingale is the best of all。〃
At last it happened that the Emperor came upon a book which said this； and he at once sent for his Chamberlain。
〃Who is this Nightingale？〃 said the Emperor。 〃Why have I never heard him sing？〃
The Chamberlain； who was a very important person； said； 〃There cannot be any such person； I have never heard his name。〃
〃The book says there is a Nightingale；〃 said the Emperor。 〃I command that the Nightingale be brought here to sing for me this evening。〃
The Chamberlain went out and asked all the great lords and ladies and pages where the Nightingale could be found； but not one of them had ever heard of him。 So the Chamberlain went back to the Emperor and said； 〃There is no such person。〃
〃The book says there is a Nightingale；〃 said the Emperor； 〃if the Nightingale is not here to sing for me this evening I will have the court trampled upon； immediately after supper。〃
The Chamberlain did not want to be trampled upon； so he ran out and asked everybody in the palace about the Nightingale。 At last； a little girl who worked in the kitchen to help the cook's helper； said； 〃Oh； yes； I know the Nightingale very well。 Every night； when I go to carry scraps from the kitchen to my mother； who lives in the wood beyond the forest； I hear the Nightingale sing。〃
The Chamberlain asked the little cook… maid to take him to the Nightingale's home； and many of the lords and ladies followed after。 When they had gone a little way； they heard a cow moo。
〃Ah！〃 said the lords and ladies； 〃that must be the Nightingale； what a large voice for so small a creature！〃
〃Oh； no；〃 said the little girl； 〃that is just a cow； mooing。〃
A little farther on they heard some bull… frogs； in a swamp。 〃Surely that is the Nightingale；〃 said the courtiers； 〃it really sounds like church…bells！〃
〃Oh； no；〃 said the little girl； 〃those are bullfrogs； croaking。〃
At last they came to the wood where the Nightingale was。 〃Hush！〃 said the little girl； 〃she is going to sing。〃 And； sure enough； the little Nightingale began to sing。 She sang so beautifully that you have never in all your life heard anything like it。
〃Dear； dear；〃 said the courtiers； 〃that is very pleasant； does that little gray bird really make all that noise？ She is so pale that I think she has lost her color for fear of us。〃
The Chamberlain asked the little Nightingale to come and sing for the Emperor。 The little Nightingale said she could sing better in her own greenwood； but she was so sweet and kind that she came with them。
That evening the palace was all trimmed with the most beautiful flowers you can imagine； and rows and rows of little silver bells； that tinkled when the wind blew in； and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of wax candles； that shone like tiny stars。 In the great hall there was a gold perch for the Nightingale； beside the Emperor's throne。
When all the people were there； the Emperor asked the Nightingale to sing。 Then the little gray Nightingale filled her throat full； and sang。 And； my dears； she sang so beautifully that the Emperor's eyes filled up with tears！ And； you know； emperors do not cry at all easily。 So he asked her to sing again； and this time she sang so marvelously that the tears came out of his eyes and ran down his cheeks。 That was a great success。 They asked the little Nightingale to sing； over and over again； and when they had listened enough the Emperor said that she should be made 〃Singer in Chief to the Court。〃 She was to have a golden perch near the Emperor's bed； and a little gold cage； and was to be