The Adventures of a Grain of Dust

Finally, if what we call flesh and blood can think and talk, why not a grain of dust? In fact, what is flesh and blood but dust come back to life? Says the poet--and the poets k...

As everybody knows, we must all eat to live, and how could either Columbus or anybody else--except Mr. Lichen--have done much discovering in a world where there was nothing to e...

Behold a strange monster our wonder engages! If dolphin or lizard your wit may defy. Some thirty feet long, on the shore of Lyme-Regis With a saw for a jaw and a big staring eye...

Not only do they help plant the trees of the forest, sow the fields with grass and flowers, and water them with rain, but they make and carry soil all over the world. And, like...

All that wind was bound to blow up rain. I said so at the time. And, sure enough, here it is; right where we want it, at the beginning of April, a month famous for its rains.

Suppose father had a hired hand who would plough his fields, fertilize them at his own expense, build his own house, board himself, and for all this ask only the privilege of li...

I don't believe I've ever heard anybody say anything against an angleworm; although not many people, even to this day, I'll be bound, realize what a useful citizen the angleworm...

Before we start this chapter--it's going to be about the farmers with four feet, you see--I want to say something, and that's this: _Don't let anybody tell you moles eat roots._...

'Till he came unto a streamlet In the middle of the forest To a streamlet still and tranquil That had overflowed its margin, To a dam made by the beavers, To a pond of quiet wat...

Sh! Go easy! Pretend you're a horse or a cow.[21] We've gone south with the swallows--it's September you see--and those queer birds over there are flamingoes. The flamingoes are...

This has been a very busy season for Mr. Root and his family. It always is, and you can imagine they're all glad when Fall comes and they can lay by for the Winter.

There's silence in the harvest field, And blackness in the mountain glen, And clouds that will not pass away From the hill tops for many a day; And stillness round the homes of...

But whether they store it in their little barns, like the chipmunk, or on their bones, like Brer Bear, these farmers deserve more friendly understanding than they usually get fr...