HERE is Jane read-ing a sto-ry to her ma-ma from her new book. Her pa-pa has put down his pa-per to listen, well pleased to hear her read so well and so care-ful-ly. I dare say you would like to hear the sto-ry she is read-ing, so I will tell it Here it is :— to you. There is a land in the east where the ti-ger is found; and it hides in the deep thick woods. Man-y a wild thing lives there; and the bus-y bee lays up a rich store of hon-ey in the holes of the tall old trees. Poor men often go to seek for these holes, and take out the hon-ey, which they sell, and then buy food. Some time a-go, four men and a young lad a-bout ten years old went out to do this. They got in-to a boat to sail down a riv-er, where the banks on both sides are grown o-ver with high trees and thick shrubs. They came to a good place to land; and the men left the lad to take care of the boat while they went on shore to seek for hon-ey; but first they drew up the boat on a bank of mud. The sun was ver-y hot, and all was ver-y still; no sound could be heard in that lone place. The boy sat in the boat to keep watch, hour af-ter hour, and be-gan to wish his friends would come back. All at once he saw a ver-y large ti-ger come and stand up-on the bank, just a-bove the boat. What must the poor boy have felt when he saw the fierce beast fix his eyes up-on him, then crouch down, and crawl a-long the ground read-y to spring up-on and seize him? The boy was in great fear, but did not lose his sen-ses. He crept un-der some planks which were made fast a-cross part of the boat; and, just then, down came the ti-ger at one leap, with such force |