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=DonaldMacFarlane sat at the table opposite old =JohnCampbell and regarded
him earnestly.
"I just have to get a kilt, Mr =Campbell. I just have to."
"A kilt, =Donald," said old =John, helping himself to a thick oatcake?
"What would you be doing with a kilt? You have as good a pair of
corduroys as can be found in all =Scotland."
"But, Mr =Campbell, how can I wear corduroys at the big
Highlander clan gathering? I can't be in the bagpipe contest
without a kilt. Everybody would laugh at me."
=JohnCampbell grunted and studied the solemn boy who sat across the table.


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After a half-hour of crawling, falling down, and crawling once more,
=Pepe reached the waterfall. He sat there for a moment, panting.
Shingles, boards, and limbs of trees swished and banged as they sped
overhead. The boy knew that he could not stay here. He must follow the
water pipe from the brook and reach the shelter of the wall surrounding
the =Lopez house. The west side of the wall would furnish a barrier
against the full force of the buffeting wind.
As =Pepe slowly neared the wall, he could hear other sounds above the
creaking and grinding of big trees being uprooted and torn apart. His
ears caught the mournful howling, braying, and bellowing of the farm
animals.


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I am ten years old. I live with my mother, my father, my grandfather,
and my dog, =Danny, in our house right outside =NorthKansasCity, =Missouri.
One night when I was nine, the =Bauman family was having dinner with us.
The =Baumans were our next-door neighbors. Mr =Bauman is =Ollie; Mrs
=Bauman is =Rosalie; and =Buck is their son, who is my age. They were getting
ready to go to =Bareilly, =India, where =Ollie was going to work.
At dinner that night, =Daddy said, "Why don't you send =Buck back to
visit us sometime?"
=Ollie didn't think much of the idea. So he asked, "Why don't you send
=Elizabeth over to see us?"
At first =Daddy said to =Ollie, "You're dreaming." But after a while =Daddy
agreed that it might be a good idea and said I could go.
That was the real start of the trip I took around the world all by myself.


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Up they toiled along the path that angled away from the chasm. As an accompaniment
to their climb came the constant, hoarse screaming of the vultures.
Higher and higher the boys went. Once when =Michael looked down, he had a glimpse
of vultures still circling, circling high over their nesting place. Suddenly the
boy became aware of the passage of time. A glance at the sun showed him that it
was high overhead.
"It's just about noon," he exclaimed in surprise. "We'd better start back now.
Come on, =Gregory. Hurry, =Vasil!"
Instantly =Michael started down the stony trail, gaining speed on the steep slope
as he went. Soon he was a long distance ahead of the others. All at once he lost
his balance and went skidding off the path toward the edge of the chasm. Aware of
his peril, he tried desperately to stop; but to his horror his feet only went faster.


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"I've brought you a baby kangaroo," =Tom said, untying the old trousers from the
pommel of the saddle and holding them out to Mrs =Henton.
She took the bulging garment hesitatingly as her husband dismounted and stood beside
her.
"Oh, the darling," she cried! "He's so little! So soft! What shall we call him?"
Squeezed between the big man and his wife, =Chut gave a loud cry, "=Chut! =Chut!
=Chut-ch-ch-ch!"
So he was called =Chut. During the day he followed Mrs =Henton about like a little
dog. He slept in the trousers, which still swung from a tree. This garment was
always called "=Chut's pants."
He would come whenever the woman called him and somersault neatly into her lap as she
sat on the steps.


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"I know," sighed =HenryShreve. "But the river obstructions must be removed. The future
of the whole western part of the =UnitedStates depends on it. River travel is out only
good means of transportation. If we are ever to build up the country, we must make our
rivers safe for boats. I believe that I can get those snags out. And I shan't be content
until I have proved it."
"All right," Mrs =Shreve agreed half-heartedly. "I cannot really blame you. Go ahead and
build the boat." With a smile of affection, she added, "Good luck, =Henry!"
But even as Superintendent of Western River Improvements, =HenryShreve was not
immediately permitted to build his boat. The men who had to give the final approval
for the project were not sure that his boat could do the job successfully. But in
spite of their doubts, Captain =Shreve finally won his opportunity. On June =27,
=1828, word was finally begun on his snagboat.


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"Acting effectively, perhaps, but not progressing," =Marconi answered. "Two hundred fifty watts
of battery=supplied power is no longer enough. What we need now is a permanent power station
capable of producing twenty-five thousand watts."
No one at the meeting spoke for a long moment. Finally a voice whispered,
"But -- but why?"
"I want to build a power station in =England," =Marconi began slowly, "and another in =America.
Than a ship leaving =England will be able to remain in communication with =England for the
first half of its trip. As it moves out of the range of the =English station, it will come
into the range of the =American station. Thus a boat can remain in contact with land for its
entire voyage.
The directors were startled by the bold idea. But =Marconis calm, assured manner won them over.
In July, =1900, work began on the first of the high-powered stations. It was located on the
southern coast of =England. Work on the =American station was begun in 1901.


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Lieutenant Commander =RichardEByrd glanced out the navigator's window of the small
trimotored monoplane. He nudged =FloydBennett, who was piloting the craft. Immediately,
=Bennett looked out at the tumbled mass of jagged ice far below.
"Keep on," the pilot's lifted eyebrows asked?
"Yes," =RichardByrd's grim nod answered, and the plane sped on.
An hour passed. Suddenly, without swerving the nose of the ship even one degree from
true north, the men found themselves flying due south. In fact, south as the only direction
they could fly. They were at the North Pole.
For a minute or more they went south. Then circling to the right over endless miles
of ice, they flew completely around the imaginary point known as the North Pole. In just
three minutes they had flown "around the world!"


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=Epimetheus, one of the last Titans on the earth, was very lonely. Day after day
he wandered about, utterly disconsolate. Finally word of his complaints reached
=Jupiter, ruler of the gods.
"It is time to send him a wife," =Jupiter decided. He therefore ordered =Vulcan,
the god of the forge, to obtain a wife for =Epimetheus.
Up to this time there had been no woman on the earth. So the goddesses were greatly
interested in the undertaking. They watched =Vulcan, eager to see what he would do.
A short way from the summit of the mountain on which the gods lived was a bubbling
fountain. Here =Vulcan, the black-browed god of craftsmen, scooped up clay from the
rim of the fountain. Using this clay, he molded the form of a woman.


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It was the king of rats speaking.
Looking down through his tears, =Magoloto said, "Ask me nothing if you cannot help me."
"I will give help if I can," said the king of rats.
Once again =Magoloto told his story. When he had finished, the king of rats brought
forth a tiny flute and blew several shrill notes upon it. Instantly he was surrounded
by a large army of rats. They stood stiffly at attention, awaiting their king's
command.
"Hull the rice," the king ordered! Immediately all the rats began to gnaw the hulls
from the rice. In no time at all every grain of rice was as clean as could be.
After thanking the rats, =Mogboloto hurried away. Early the next morning he appeared
before the old grandmother with the rice. He demanded that she give his wife into
his keeping.