Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-09-13

Auu tIe mermaid she MADE one, TOO,
And she said ooh! never saw anything half
!. So perfectly sweet as you. - .7E
In my beautiful home, meath the ocean foam,
NJ How ,;tl happy we both should be!
On, little John Bottlejohn! pretty John Bottle
Wont youcome down with me?" SOS
Little John Bottlejohn said: "Oh yes
I'll willingly go with you; .
And never viii quail the sight of your tail,
FOR perhaps may grow one too" .,as... ven
SO he took her hand and he left the land,
. And he plunged in the foaming main; .
And little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottle
Never was seen again. ei.' - -
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Ono of Aliens Adventures with the
.'" BY ELIZA WOOD.
The little boy Allen went to the
"Land of the Grigs," one rainy night
in the month of June, He says he was
wide awake in bis bed, and just step
ped out of window ON to roof, slid
down the roof for mile, and went
through a blazing light house, and land
ed on q rock in q meadow where a
great many voices were singing and
croaking and calling around him.
|. Now we know this was all a dream;
but he did go to Grigland, because he
can tell you great deal about it.
He found himself sitting en- warm
stone by the edge of pool Of black
water, little grasses waving in it, bushes
shutting it in from the meadows, large
trees not very far off, and in the sky
were violet and golden clouds as if at
sunset, and everywhere were little
white violets.
"Take me-" whispered one dear lit
tie violet, that he could reach without
getting off his stone. "Take me, and
you will know what all the voices are
saying"
The breath of the violet was SO sweet
that the little boy took it into his hand
and looked into its fair face.
Now, what would you like to
know" asked voice in the black
water.
Nothing" answered the little boy.
Then you can come again." said
the voice, and there was a loud splash.
Why didn't you ask him some
thing ?" said the violet.
Because | know things" said the
boy.
"Then tell me what that small boat
is in the water that comes later every
night?"
"The moon, of course" said the boy.
| "What is it for?" asked the violet.
For shining when the sun goes
down"
"What else did you say you could tell
me?"
ooh, everything, most to whis-
tie, and ring the school bell, and rattle
bones, and spin tops, and fly kites, and
you can't have a gun till you are big,
and when something black chases you,
it is your shadow, and thou shalt not
steal but I forget the long one about
gravy images"
"Thank you," said the violet.
"Where is this p asked tie boy.
The Land of the Grigs, this is; you
can hear them talking in the water
down there with your-your moon"
| "Do they tell nice stories ?" he asked.
"Sometimes they do. I like to hear
them talk to the COWS when they come
here to drink. Just scratch frog on
the back, and they will begin talking to
you in minute"
The little boy stepped off his stone
and scratched green frog with small
stick.
off you should ever want to swim,"
said the frog, "just do this in the
water"
He did it so quickly that Allen
could not see what he did; but he
thanked the frog when he came back,
hanging his fore-legs down and slanting
his hind-legs.
ed like to know how to lie in the
water that way without touching the
bottom" he remarked.
"This do you mean this?" asked
the frog. This is just done by-do-
down, slant your legs out; don't think
think about it at all. Any baby frog
can do this"
"Td like to know" said the frog in
his turn, how you get across the
meadow, with your fore-legs anywhere,
hanging down or in the air; and
sometimes you sling them around your
head, with a piece of your head in one
foot.
Perhaps that's my cap," said the
boy. "Why you just take it off and
swing it round, or throw it in the air, if
you like, and kick it; my little brother
can do that"
Mine can't" said the frog.
II was a boy FIRST" began a voice in
the water, :" but did not like it."
Little boy Allen listened with both
his ears. He liked to hear about "boys
once" The Grig's voice was soft and
pleasant like rustic in the reeds.
No, | did not like to be a boy" he
said. II had to go to bed every night,
and had velvet cap tied under my
chin to 60 to school, as soon as I had
eaten my breakfast, and school was the
worst place OF all. Yousat on bench,
and if you didn't know all there was in
the books, somebody was whipped for
it."
odd you know thenT' asked a crow.
. Not any more" answered the Orig,
I" and the teacher said what was worst,
tvOu don't want to know and vo,, never