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Mother Goose in Prose

Creator: Baum, L. Frank (Lyman Frank), 1856-1919
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The people were all coming up behind, and as the big man did not dare to follow Solomon into the bramble-bush, he turned away and ran home to Cumberland. All the men and women of our town were horrified when they came up and found their wise man in the middle of the bramble-bush, and held fast by the brambles, which scratched and pricked him on every side. "Solomon! are you hurt?" they cried. "I should say I am hurt!" replied Solomon, with a groan; "my eyes are scratched out!" "How do you know they are?" asked the village doctor. "I can see they are scratched out!" replied Solomon; and the people all wept with grief at this, and Solomon howled louder than any of them. Now the fact was that when Solomon jumped into the bramble-bush he was wearing his spectacles, and the brambles pushed the glasses so close against his eyes that he could not open them; and so, as every other part of him was scratched and bleeding, and he could not open his eyes, he made sure they were scratched out.
Station Amusements

STATION AMUSEMENTS IN NEW ZEALAND by Lady Barker Preface. The interest shown by the public in the simple and true account of every-day life in New Zealand, published by the author three years ago, has encouraged her to enlarge upon the theme. This volume is but a continuation of "Station Life," with this difference: that whereas that little book dwelt somewhat upon practical matters, these pages are entirely devoted to reminiscences of the idler hours of a settler's life. Many readers have friends and relations out in those beautiful distant islands, and though her book should possess no wider
"How am I to get out of here?" he asked at last. "You must jump out," replied the doctor, "since you have jumped in." So Solomon made a great jump, and although the brambles tore him cruelly, he sprang entirely out of the bush and fell plump into another one. This last bush, however, by good luck, was not a bramble-bush, but one of elderberry, and when he jumped into it his spectacles fell off, and to his surprise he opened his eyes and found that he could see again. "Where are you now?" called out the doctor. "I 'm in the elderberry bush, and I 've scratched my eyes in again!" answered Solomon. When the people heard this they marvelled greatly at the wisdom of a man who knew how to scratch his eyes in after they were scratched out; and they lifted Solomon from the bush and carried him home, where they bound up the scratches and nursed him carefully until he was well again. And after that no one ever questioned the wond'rous wisdom of our wise man, and when he finally died, at a good old age, they built a great monument over his grave, and on one side of it were the words,