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Brownies in Canada 

Brownies Cross the Atlantic 


X~r Brownies in Ireland 



Brownies in Scotland 


Brownies in England 


Bkownies in France 


Brownies in Spain 

Brownies in Italy 


Brownies in Turkey 


Brownies in Egypt 


Brownies in Araeia 

Brownies in Germany 



Brownies in Switzerland 


Brownies ix Eolland 


Brownies in Russia 

Brownies in China 


Brownies in Japan 

Brownies in the Polar Regions 





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Ferst Stage. 

HEN signs that mark the closing year 
Began to hint of winter near, 
In leafless trees, in ice-rimmed pond, 
And on the mountain peaks beyond, 
The Brownies gathered, one and all, 
In answer to a general call. 

All representatives of note 

From countries near and lands remote, 

Assembled fast at close of day. 

To lay their plans and have their say. 

No less a scheme they had in mind 

Than now, before their powers declined. 

While still they had the strength to run. 

The hearts to dare, and taste for fun. 

To visit all the nations wide, 

Around the world on every side. 


Said one: "My comrades tried and true, 
No picnic trip we have in view, 
For many a hardship must be met, 
And many a foot in danger set 
Ere we can reach the native land 
Of every member in the band ; 
Strange accidents will cross our way 
Of which we little dream to-day; 
Strange modes of travel must be found 
Ere we can circle earth around. 
With fortitude yourselves equip 
To serve you through the trying trip, 
From States that stretch from sea to sea, 
The watchful wards of liberty, 
Through zones that gave to Franklin brave 
And bold De Long an icy grave, 
And tried the nerve of Melville true 
While rescuing the famished crew, 
Through lands enriched by Pharaoh's dust, 
And cities baked in lava crust, 
To where that flowery realm extends 
On which the world for tea depends." 
At mention of these far-off climes, 
Where they could have such wondrous times, 
The Brownies smiled, and all the band 
Were ready now to lift a hand 
And vote that they, with willing hearts, 
Would make the trip to foreign parts ; 
And should misfortunes sad and sore 
Assail them on some distant shore, 


No blame would be attached to those 
Who did the daring scheme propose. 
That night, before the moon grew pal 
And hid behind a western veil, 
Or stai's a sign of falling showed, 
The daring Brownies took the road. 

With cunning minds the travelers planned 
To keep along the northern strand, 
Until they skirted Baffin's Bay, 
And Labrador behind them lay; 
Then trust a raft and favoring breeze 
To take them o'er dividing seas, 
Till on some point of Europe east, 
The hand would find themselves at last 
An easy task it seams, no doubt, 
To mark a course tor others out, 
And every one will understand 
Who ventures out by sea or land, 
That such a trip would have at best 
Some trials that would courage test. 
It seemed to argue want of sense, 
But in the Brownie hand's defense 



Let me remark, the Brownie kind 
Are not to human powers confined, 
For mystic arts with mortal blend, 
Insuring triumph in the end. 

Deep rivers that before them ran, 
Were bridged at once with single span, 
Tall saplings bent from top to root 
Were fastened in some way to suit, 



Till one by one, in single file, 
>-X j& They crossed the stream in Brownie style. 

Sometimes a city stretched before, 
Willi all its bustle, 

jam and roar ; 


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Its busy mills, 
its rushing 


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Its blazing squares and. darksome lanes; 
Then Brownies needs must circle round 
And dodge about for safer ground. 
To thriving towns they hurried all, 
And visited each church and hall, 
And passed opinions freely still 
On what they saw, as Brownies will; 
Then London. Gait, and Kingston old. 
In turn received the Brownies bold. 



Ttfrouj;!. fife but feu 
Without some touch. 

of luce , 

To Ottawa went all the band 

To view each edifice so grand, 

To Hamilton, to Cloderich, too, 

That overlooks Lake Huron blue. 

The Brownies took a hasty run 

For observation and for fun. 

Through streets that are Toronto's pride 

They hurried on with hasty stride, 

Viewed hanks, and buildings made to hold 

The money which is good as gold. 

Looked through each handsome court and square, 

And market-place with special care. 

My pen has not the space to praise 

Each charming sight that drew their gaze 

As on they hastened through the land 

Enjoying scenes on every hand. 

Once while they halted to survey 

A steep and grass-grown mound of clay, 

Said one, " This marks an old redoubt 

Where once the British kept lookout, 

When Uncle Sam and Johnny Bull 

Had their last interesting pull, 

Or tug of war, as records show, 

Now over eighty years ago." 

The Thousand Islands may be named 

As something that attention claimed, 

The broad St. Lawrence got its share 

Of praise and observation there. 

Said one, "This river rolling free, 

Between the chain of lakes and sea, 


Has not an equal far or near, 

For water sparkling bright and clear. 

It thrills the heart and charms the sight, 

Tims dancing on, as in delight, 

To pom* its fresh and crystal flow 

Into the ocean far below. 

No wonder Indians strewed, like stones, 
Along its banks the settlers 1 bones. 
Before they 'd leave a scene so fair 
And turn to seek a home elsewhere. 
The arm indeed might well be strong, 
The hatchet heavy, arrow long, 
And scalping-knife be ever keen 
Defending such a lovely scene. 


I think it will not be amiss 

Now while beside a flood like this, 

That we may not again come near 

On pleasure bound for many a year, 

For us to take a boat or two 

And down the stream our way pursue." 

Another said, " We can command 

A naphtha launch that 's near at hand. 

'T will just about contain the crowd, 

Yet every one have space allowed." 

Cried one, " That suits us to a T ! 

At engineering trust to me, 

I 've had some practice at the art 

And well can undertake the part." 

Another said, " I '11 steer her straight 

Between the rocks or islands great, 

While all on board can take their rest 

Nor be with creeping fears oppressed." 

It was not long until the boat 

Set out with every one afloat. 

Some chanced a little skiff to find, 

And this was soon attached behind, 

And those were lucky, so they thought, 

Who in that way a passage sought. 

They sailed along with joke and smile, 

And much enjoyed every mile, 

Until some foaming crests appeared 

That told of rapids that they neared. 

The current was by far too strong 

And wild for them to right the wrong. 



Their hope lay nol in turning back, 
Bui now 1" keep the safesl track. 
The helmsman stood well to his tasl 
Nor had he need for help to ask. 
A dozen members of the crew 
Were quirk to tell him what to do. 

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Now round the islands, left and right 
He steered the craft with wondrous might, 
Now grazing banks, now scraping stones. 
While rose the cries, the shrieks and groans 



Of frightened Brownies, who were thrown 
Into the greatest panic known. 
At length there came a fearful shock — 
The launch had centered on a rock, 
In spite of all the sage commands, 
And left a wreck upon their hands. 
Just then, to much increase then* woe, 
The boiler made a stir below, 

As far too often is the case 

When some mishap has taken place. 

'T was well the boiler had its bed 
Located aft where things could spread 
Without destroying all the host 
That to the bows had crowded most. 
Those who were sitting on the rail 
Went upward like a flock of quail, 
While those aboard the skiff had soon 
Then bearing changed to strike the moon, 
And quickly learned that lunar ride 
Had much then trouble magnified. 
A watery grave had been the lot 
Of half the band if they had not 
Been blessed with supernatural power 
That stood them well in hand that hour. 

Some had to swim, and some to dive, 
More held to planks to keep alive, 
For swift the river swept along 
Upon its course with action strong. 


ilsa^e draws on apace 
Still l;eaver)u>ard lift jyourfnce 

I [owever bad I he rip or break 

The Brownies don'1 their ship forsake, 

Till they've exhausted all the means 

Known both to landsmen and marines, 

That they may have within their reach 

To bring her safely to the beach. 

The Brownies gained the wreck at last 

That still was sticking hard and fast. 

Then in the quickest way they could 

They patched it up with hits of wood, 

With caps and jackets calked the seams 

And spliced the shattered ribs and beams, 

Then, launching it adrift once more, 

They worked it to the nearest shore. 

Thus on they traveled mile by mile, 

With many jokes and laughs the while. 

A river widened to a bay 

At times occasioned some dismay, 

And seemed to bring to sudden end 

The trip they gladly would extend, 

Till one was quick to raise the cry 

"We 're all right yet, some boats I spy 

Here lying on the weedy shore. 

Let some take rudder, some take oar, 

And soon we '11 travel where we please 

In spite of current, tide, or breeze ! " 

At once they rushed a seat to find, 

For no one wished to stay behind. 

And while they rowed the boats along 

The hand united in a song: 


"A happy Brownie band are we, 

Prepared for daring deeds, 

We ramble boldly, far and free, 

Wberever fancy leads. 

For us the forest spreads its leaves 

And throws a shade below, 

For us its screen the ivy weaves, 

And ferns and mosses grow. 

The children strain 

Their eyes in vain 
To see a Brownie sprite, 

For those that find 

The Brownie kind 
Must have a second sight. 

" For us the plantain-leaves are wide 

Enough to cover two, 

For ns the stars at eventide 

Trim all their lamps anew. 

And quickly we can slip away 

When they forsake the sky, 

Or keen, observing children stray 

Around with prying eye. 

We hide from all, 

Both large and small, 
By day as well as night. 

Ah ! none can see 

A Brownie wee 
Who has not second sight.'" 



Still hastening on, with ardor keen, 
They ran i he rapids of Lachine 
In boats thai threatened hard al time 
To brine an end to ;ill tnv rhymes 

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By giving up the Brownie band 
To the St. Lawrence River grand ; 
To roll them on witli crazy flow 
Into the ocean far below. 

At Montreal they paused awhile 
To note its size and ancient style, 
And from Mount Royal to survey 
The leveled land that round them lay 
Then ran to see the shaft of stone 
That in a central place is shown 
Surmounted by the gallant tar 
Who won and died at Trafalgar, 



Then, walking on the roof or ridge, 
They crossed the long Victoria Bridge 
From end to end, not trusting to 
The road inside, for well they knew 
The trains that thundered to and fro 
Were every hour on the go. 
To Granby next they quickly ran, 
The birthplace of the Brownie man. 
By tiny streams they sat and smiled, 
in which he angled when a child, 
On Shefford Mountain stood to gaze 
Where oft he climbed in youthful days. 
Thus went the band 

the country through 
Enjoying all that 

met then* view. 
Those who can only 

show a nose 
Abroad at night, 

you may suppose, 
Have watchful times 

in keeping clear 
Of dangers that 

with light appear. 
But still the 

Brownies worked 
their way 
At night alone, 

while through 
the day 


They kepi some place 

t liiil served them well 
Until the shades 

of evening fell. 
At Length ( L >ucl>rc 

appeared in sight, >>T-; 
Perched high upon ''^ffih* g£^ \IU 

flic rocky height. 
With cannon pointing 

down below, 
In many a scrim 



To guard the river deep and wide 
That stretched away to ocean tide. 
Through narrow streets the Brownies bound 
That in the lower town are found. 
And then with nimble feet they fly 
To reach the upper town so high. 



Said one, who paused to look around : 
"My friends, we tread historic ground; 
'T was up this path, so rough and steep, 
The British did at midnight creep, 
With guns unloaded in then' hands, 
Obedient to the strict commands, 
For fear an accidental shot 
Might bring the Frenchmen to the spot. 
Full in the van, with bated breath, 
Brave Wolfe ascended to liis death, 
While Montcalm, trusting guards to keep 
A careful watch, took his last sleep ! 
For lo ! the early dawn revealed 
The red coats stationed in the field ; 
The Plains of Abraham were bright 
With troops all marshaled for the fight 
I will not here the tale intrude 
About the battle that ensued 
Of rallying ranks, when hope was low, 
Or brilliant charges to and fro. 
On history's pages read you may 
How fell the heroes of that day ; 

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And how, ere shades of uighl came down, 
The I * ji i< n i Jack waved o'er the town." 
Wlrile fcln'ough Canadian wilds they passed 
Where snow was piled Like mountains vast, 
They look to snow-shoes Long and stout, 
Willi their own hands well fashioned out- 


As when a club strives for a prize, 

A bowl, or cup of handsome size, 

And every member does his best 

To keep ahead of all the rest, 

So every Brownie struggled well 

His puffing comrades to excel; 

But shoes would sometimes hit or hitch, 

And headlong down the mountain pitch 

The very ones that seemed to show 

The greatest speed upon the snow. 

So he that for some distance ran, 

A smiling leader in the van, 

Would thus be thrown clear out of gear 

And left to struggle in the rear, 

But best of feelings governed still 

The lively race o'er plain and hill. 



Second Stage. 

TILL farther north the Brownie band 
Pursued their way across the strand 
To where the sea, with capes and isles, 
Is narrowed to one thousand miles. 
And here they planned some logs to rind. 
And build a raft of strongest kind. 
On which they all might safely ride, 
Until they reached the eastern side. 
And then continue on their way 
Through foreign lands without delay. 

Said one : ''At this time of the year 

The eurrents eastward set from here; 

And if our raft but holds together. 

And we are blessed with pleasant weather, 

Within a fortnight, at the most, 

We '11 surely reach the Norway coast." 

Another said: "Somewhat I know 

About that ocean's ebb and flow, 

And tell you, ere you court such ills 

You \\ all do well to make your wills. 



However, if we fail to reach 
Norwegian soil, we '11 find some beach 
That to our raft may kinder be 
Than Norway's rocks or maelstrom sea." 
Tims well encouraged at the start, 
Tbey soon prepared, through mystic art, 
A wide affair, where each could, rest, 
And sit or stand as pleased him best, 
While trusting with a patient heart 
The ocean to perform its part. 

Said one : " No state-rooms we '11 provide 
Wherein a favored few can hide, 
Nor make a hold or steerage deep 
Where some in dangerous times might creep; 
But all alike, through storm or wreck, 
Must take their chances on the deck." 
With willing hands, in maimer fine 
To carry out their grand design, 

At work the active Brownies stayed, 
Until the strange concern was made. 
Of leatherwood and various things 
They manufactured ropes and strings, 
Which served them well for many a day 
With stores and rope-walks far away. 
With prospects fine the trip began, 
The sea with even motion ran, 
And straight for Europe, as a crow 
Could wing its way, the Brownies go ; 


Ami as I bey .-Hided mile to mile, 
Their pleasant ehai went on the while. 

At times they sighted far ahead 
A ship with all her canvas spread. 
"Lie low!" would be the shout, and all 
Upon the raft would promptly sprawl. 
And there as fiat as flounders lie. 
For fear the lookout's watchful eye 



Would take them for a shipwrecked crew 

Thus drifting round on ocean blue. 

At such a time down quickly came 

Their banner with the Brownie name, 
Concealed from sight to rest a space 
Till they could safely give it place.- 
For hours without a stir they 'd stay, 
Until the ship woidd tack away 
Upon her course, and pass from sight, 
And leave them free to stand upright. 
But few on any craft can ride 
Upon the north Atlantic tide 
And not some scenes or trials find 
To ever after hear in mind. 

And soon the wind began to play 

With billows in no tender way ; 

But pitched them up into the air 

To meet the clouds that lowered there. 

'T is bad enough to stand on board 

A ship with life-preservers stored 

And count the minutes passing by 

Ere you their saving strength must try; 

But harder for the Brownie band 
Upon that creaking raft to stand. 
And know, if in the sea they rolled, 
No buoyant cork would them uphold. 
Said one, as glancing fore and aft 
He tried to keep upon the raft, 


"The artist paints, and poel raves 
About the ocean's tinted waves, 
But, Lei me tell you, when you stand 
'Twixt sky and water, far from Land, 
Wit 1 1 gales behind and squalls before, 
And angry ocean in full roar, 
You're not so likely to 'enthuse' 
About its 'cradles,' or its hues. 

The sea, indeed, since early days, 
Has had its strange, uncertain ways: 
With pleasant calms that still invite 
You from the shore in spirits light, 
It leads you on, while scarce appears 
A rip] >le to awaken fears. 
But when far out upon the main 
Where wishes and regrets are vain, 
Into a boiling rage it goes 
And neither sense nor pity shows, 
But jumps around in manner dread, 
As if to find another bed. 

If at the first the world "was planned 
To have a greater stretch of land, 
And less expanse of treacherous sea. 
It would have better suited me." 
Another said, "My friend, I fear 
Such carping won't avail you here; 
Pray keep a surer hold, you M best. 
And let the world's formation rest. 
Few joys through life one may obtain 
That are not balanced well with pain, 



It may be suffering 

of the frame, 
Or of the mind, 

't is all the same. 
You can't through foreign 

countries roam 
And have the comforts 

of a home ; 
You can't lie under 

leafy trees 
And at the same time 

sail the seas. 
Too late you rave 

of grass and flower; 
Now that you 're in 

old Neptune's power 
You 11 more appreciate 

the land 
When you again 

upon it stand." 
The air with birds 

and fish was filled, 
Tossed 'round as wind 

and water willed. 


Thus talk wont 
on with 
ready tongue, 
As still the 
Bvownies stuck 
and clung. 
Ofttimes in 
close embrace 
well locked 
Across tlie raft 
they reeled 
and rocked 
Beneath the 
Of crested 
waves that 
on them oroke. 
Ofttimes some 

demon of the sea 
High in the air 
would lifted he. 

i-,l I., icll wli.'ii swam or flew, 
1 transil all things knew; 
bring, tail first, on their way, 

d i trough t be spray, 

line,- scales ami feat hers long 
i ne gale so si rong. 


And, passing over raft and crew, 

His journey through the waves renew. 

Tin: BKOWNIEH i Kiiss THE A I I. AN I [< I. 

At times the urew was Frightened well 
When sharks or grampus splashing tell 
Where mighty waves did mastery win 
1 n spite of I \\ isl big tail or tin ; 
Then plowing round from side to side 
The visitor would slip and slide, 
Till, to the greal relief of fish 
And harmonizing with the wish 
Of every Brownie, down he went 
Into his natural element. 

'T was well the ropes and hawsers stood 
They made of birch or leatherwood, 

For had they parted in that strain. 
When consternation seemed to reign, 
'T is hard to estimate the loss 
That might have followed such a toss. 

But winds go down, if one can last 
To be around when all is passed, 
So waves grew still, the fearful squall 
Had spent its force, and best of all, 
Though out of shape the raft was tossed 
And logs were broken, others lost. 
When that distressing storm was through 
Not one was missing from the crew. 
But while the waves around them played 
The Brownie band good time had made. 
For now. when calm the ocean grew, 
A tract of land was plain in view. 



One cried: "'T is Norway's rugged strand!" 
More said : " It 's not so wild a land. 
1 T is more inviting to the eyes 
Than shores where frowning Norway lies." 
But as 't was land they needed most 
They made all haste to reach the coast, 
And by the greenness of the sod 
They thought old Erin's soil they trod, 

when a shamrock next they found 

knew their first surmise was sound. 

with a hip, hip, hip, hurrah ! 

gave three cheers for " Erin go bragh." 

Upon tjje land as or; fye deep 
A sljarp lookout tlje ujise u;ill hjeep 


Tiiii;i> Stag i-:. 

Brownie band stopped for a while 
To ramble through The Emerald Isle. 
Said one; "This land from shore to shor 
Is noted for its fairy lore. 
There 's not a child, or type of age 
Howe'er unlearned in lettered page, 
But can relate some legend queer 
About the fairies' doings here. 

Old women, with a shaking head. 

Can mumble stories dark and dread 

Of midnight cries by window-sill 

Or chimney-top that boded ill; 

Or in a lighter mood can tell 

How fairies wish young couples well, 

And mounted on a nodding weed. 

That serves them nicely for a steed. 

They ride before to clear the way 

Of dangers on their wedding day. 

Hands r<;ay notujitbcJold 
be lined ' 
Still do tbeir part at seruice 


No horse will stumble on the road, 
No wheel come off and dump a load, 
But light of heart 

and undismayed 
They travel by 

the fairies' aid." 
Ere long each Brownie 

in the band 

shillalah in his hand 
thorn bushes did provide, 
ished thick on every side, 
as men oft carried there 
hght or fair, 
fall on tender crowns 
cleared the towns, 
they took the road, 
the country showed. 

Bore a 

That black- 

Which flour 

Such sticks 

To use at faction- 

That through their 

Of timid folk soon 

A happy hand, 

Enjoying scenes 

At times they paused 

upon the wa\ 

In verdant fields 

to run and play, 

Some gathered shamrocks — 

well they could, 

For thick on every side they stood. 

Said one : " This plant so widely known 

Has quite a history of its own, 

For we are told that long ago, 

Ere Erin did religion know, 

The good old saint with one, in brief, 

Brought to his knees a barbarous chief. 




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He plucked a shamrock from the ground 

And proved to him, with logic sound. 
That, three in one and one in three, 
It symbolized the Trinity." 
They thought to ride to Mullingar 
From Bantry in a jaunting-car. 

But it was hardly tit to hold 
So large a hand of Brownies hold, 
A mishap came to them to mar 
Their pleasure ere they journeyed far 
They might have made the trip complete 
And each have kept his place or seat 
Did not a linch-pin break or bend" 
And give the wheel a chance to end 
A partnership existing long 
Between it and the axle strong. 
And soon that dissolution showed 
A pile of Brownies on the road. 
And others who were forced to slide 
Into a ditch with mud supplied. 
Some to the donkey shouted " Whoa ! 
But he was in no shape to go. 

come aid jjo 
Wljile uje sojourn Ijere 


The creature, that was none too sure 
Upon his feet, could not endure 


The unexpected shock and shake, 
That came when things began to break ; 
So feeling that his days were told 
He with the Brownies helpless rolled. 


Some left the cultivated sod, 

Ami on the imtilled hillocks trod— 

Those mounds thai rise in certain lands, 

Built up, '1 is said, by fairy hands, 

And still held sacred to the fay 

And Leprechawn ;d present day. 

Some ran upon the springy bogs, 
Or looked in vain for snakes and frogs. 
Said one: "St. Patrick, sure enough, 
As legends tell us, used them rough; 
First laid upon the rogues a curse, 
And then, to make their lot the worse. 
With blackthorn stick and brogue combined 
Made short work of the reptile kind. 

The serpents wriggled from the shore 

To hiss upon the soil no more ; 

Tlu' frogs jumped off in frightened bands 

To tune their pipes in other lands. 

And Erin, to this day, you see. 

From every one of them is free." 


They sailed upon Killamey's lakes. 
Where every wave in silver breaks, 



And all the hills around so green 
Reflected in the floods are seen. 

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Then in the Druid's temple old 
They stood, and many a story told 
Ahout the people's rites and ways 
And curious myths of ancient days. 
One night they saw a dozen spats 
Between some large Kilkenny cats, 
That, to the old tradition true, 
Fought till the hair in patches flew. 

Provoked to see a temper wild, 
In pets that should be meek and mild, 
The Brownies broke upon the fray 
And scattered them in every way. 



Said one : " Nol often are we found 
Thus waging war on things around. 
I '.ill here 's ;i ease I ba1 does demand 
Some speeial treatmenl from the ban 
Ami we l>ui exercise our power 
So folks may have a peaceful hour. 

As for ourselves, we* little car< — 

A wakeful night we well can hear; 

But those who labor hard all day 
Their bread to win, or rent to pay. 
Should have a chance to sleep at aight, 
And rise refreshed at morning light." 

To Cork they traveled from Athlone 
And hunted for the Blarney Stone. 
At length they found it in its place 
And kissed it with becoming grace. 
From first to last they did n*t rest 
Till each his lips against it pressed. 
It did their nerve and courage try 
As every one could testify. 
'T was bad enough like owls to hold 
A footing on the ruins old. 
Where all the stones seemed ripe to go 
In showers to the lawn below. 



But worse than clinging vines, and all 

The dangers of the crumbling wall, 

To find the stone there at the tip 

So inconvenient to the lip. 

No wonder then the heart heat fast 

And through the head misgivings passed, 

While hanging 
To reach the 
But willing 
To the anibi- 

o'er the parapet 

stone so strangely set. 
hands assistance gave 
tious and the brave, 

Or favors might have gone amiss 
On stones unworthy of the kiss. 

And then in pleasant frame of mind 
They started off again to find 


The Giant's Causeway, high and grand, 
The greatest wonder in the land. 
Around the place the Brownies strayed 
And freely thus some comments made : 
" This way, that does so strangely rise 
Like organ pipes of monster size 
All turned to stone, once formed a road 
On which the giants often strode. 
The story goes that long ago 
They traveled boldly to and fro, 


And thus passed o'er the marshy ground 
That did then* castle walls surround. 
The last one of the giant race, 
'T is said, here found a resting-place ; 
For here the giant, with a sack 
Of plunder bundled on his back, 
Fell from the road one stormy night, 
And in the bog sank out of sight. 
The people living hereabout 
Were not inclined to help him out, 
But watched him sinking with his prog 
And named the place the ' Giant's Bog.' " 
Another said : " 'T is strange, I hold, 
No searcher after relics old 
Has ever brought around a spade 
And here an excavation made 
To bring the giant's bones to light, 
And have them set on wires aright, 
So people for all time might stare 
Upon a skeleton so rare." 
So thus they talked and rambled free 
The wonders of the land to see. 




Fourth Stage. 

time the band of Brownies bright 
Reached Scottish soil in great delight. 
They traveled many miles to see 
Where Macbeth met the witches three 
While he returned from battle-plain 
A hero free from sinful stain. 
Though centuries their flight had ta'en 
Between the poet and the Thane, 
And centuries away had rolled 
Since that dramatic tale was told, 
The Brownies, with unwearied pace, 
Approached ere long the secret place. 
Said one : " This is the very spot 
The witches danced around the pot, 
And stirred the broth that was designed 
To poison an ambitious mind, 
And to the surface omens bring 
To whisper of a future king." 


Another said : " 1 T is, sure enough ; 

I fancy I can smell the stuff, 

And on the heath behind this hill 

See traces of their fire still, 

O'er which they boiled the horrid mess 

That brought about so much distress. 

The ' eye of newt and toe of frog ' 

Soon gave poor Scotland such a jog, 

Young heads grew old and black ones gray 

Before she knew a peaceful day." 

The mention of those stirring times 

Soon brought to mind the witches' rhymes, 


As there, with many ;i bop and squat, 
They danced around the bubbling pot. 
So, joining hands upon thai ground, 
Some Brownies danced a merry round 

Willi "Thrice to thine and thrice to mil 

According to the magic line, 
While smiles the width of faces tried 
As comrades formed a circle wide 
To see with what a show of art 
The actors would perform their part. 

Then off to other points they strayed 
And many a famous scene surveyed. 




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A view of Edinburgh they gained, 

Then* feet were still and eyes were strained 

As they took in the pleasing sight 

That caused both wonder and delight. 



Through mystic power 

they found their way 
To rugged castles 

old and gray, 
They crowded every foot 

of space 
Where coronations 
once took 
place ; 
Upon the ancient \ seat they 

Where royalty was oft 

Said one : " This is no doubt 

the chair 
Where kings received 

the crown to wear, 
Which proved a signal for attacks 
That soon laid monarehs on their backs. 
Short was their shrift, small joy they found, 
From having been as sovereigns crowned. 

'T was but a step 

A rough one, too, 

If but one care 

Relating to that ? 

Then secret plots 

And heirs apparent 

Then dirk or dagger, ax or brand, 

Whate'er lay nearest to the hand, 

from throne to bier, 

as doth appear, 

to read the page 

murderous age. 

were planned each night 

passed from sight, 


Was used, a wished for change to brinj 
And rid I he eounl ry of a king." 

The Brace's sword, so long and large 

Well made to split a casque or targe, 

Was hefted with respectful hand 

By every member of the band. 

Said one: "No wonder foes gave out 
When such a blade was swung about, 

j^> Or for Ins crown and Scotland's righl 

He brouglrl it down with all bis might." 

Gray Ben Venue was reached at last, 
And famous woods and fords wen- passed. 

"Tins is," said one, "the Trosach's dell 

Where once, with such a fiendish yell 

Clan Alpine sallied from the glen 

Upon the frightened archer men. 

But, lacking Roderick's bugle blast 

To cheer them on, as in the past. 

Were cheeked by Moray's lancers brave 

And tumbled back into their grave." 

To fair Loch Katrine next they paid 

A visit, and around it strayed. 

And had there been a barge at hand 

No doubt they would have shoved from land. 


It should awe pleasure 

to us all 
lo tu'cl the ueaH or those 


Wild Caledonia, rich in scenes 

Might well tax even Brownies' means 

Of getting round and seeing all 

The places worthy of a call. 

They traveled far and traveled wide, 

To fields and mountains every side, 

To lakes and streams, and castles strong 

Made famous by immortal song. 

While resting on a structure old 

Which spanned a stream that swiftly rolled, 

Said one : " This is the town of Ayr, 

And this the bridge, I do declare, 

To which the screeching witches came 

When Tarn O'Shanter was their game. 

The kirk that stands beyond the trees 

Is where they sallied out like bees, 

And put the gray mare to her most 

To save O'Shanter from a roast. 

Close at his back, with shout and jeer, 
They chased him to the keystone here, 
But farther than this spot they dare 
Not follow either Tarn or mare." 
Then one, who measured with his eyes 
The distance, thus expressed surprise : 
" It puzzles me, that stormy night, 
When roads were muddy, lightning bright, 
And all the witches, howling mad, 
Were at the time so lightly clad, 


How Tarn's old mare, the t nil h to t 
Could keep ahead of them so well." 


Kill liiiliS* 

Oft funis H, n f soar 

tljs best 

Rise from the bordejt 

Jiest . 

Then to the humble cottage small 

Where Burns was Lorn, they hastened all. 

To talk about the noted spot 

That is revered by every Scot. 

Said one: "A lowly home, in truth. 
Where that bright poet passed his youth. 
Which proves that genius, now and then. 
Is not confined to high-horn men, 
But through mysterious ways divine 
In humble souls finds room to shine." 
With bagpipes in then arms, in pairs, 
They marched and played sweet Scottish airs 


Like "Annie Laurie," " Bonnie Doon,- ; 
And many a soul-inspiring tune. 
It chanced to be the time of year 
When ice was spread on stream and mere, 
And hardy Scotchmen strained their bones 
And muscles, shoving curling-stones, 
And made the very hills applaud, 
Or echo back their language broad. 

The Brownies, from a neighboring height 

Peeped down upon the pleasing sight 

Until the shades of evening came 

And made the players quit their game. 

Said one: "'Let half a dozen go 

For brooms to sweep away the snow 

While others run without delay 

To find where stones are laid away. 

This curling game, that to the band 

May seem so strange, I understand. 

I 've watched them play till after dark 

On frozen lakes within the park, 

And heard the loud approval, too, 

Of ' Weel done, Sawnie ; guid for you ! ' r 
It was not long, as one may think, 
Before they stood around the rink. 
Some for the sport were doubly nerved, 
And won applause they well deserved, 
Whde others soon had aching bones 
Who got in front of sliding stones. 
Sometimes the stones hit with such force 
They split, or, bounding on then course, 


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Rolled on the edge and hav<>e made 
Among the busy broom brigade; 
But ere the light of morning came 
All understood the curling game. 


Dopood for goodness sa^e 

a I u> ny s 
Not for reujnrd on earth, 
nor praise. * 


Fifth Stage. 

e Browiiies next when plans were laid, 
A visit to Old England paid; 
They sought the country towns and all 
At Shakspere's birthplace made a call. 
Found time around the house to stray 
Where hved and loved Ann Hathaway. 
At length, one eve as shades came down 
They reached the streets of London town. 
On London Bridge they sat in rows, 
As on a fence some watchful crows, 
Commenting on the structures grand 
That here and there the river spanned, 
Or spelling out the vessels' names 
That floated up and down the Thames. 



Said one, who gained extended view 
" It' the ambitious Romans knew 
When they this city founded here 
Beside the river broad and clear 

That it would still keep spreading fast 

Till largest in the world at last, 

They doubtless would have kept the yoke 

Much longer on the British folk." 

Another said : " We little know 

How soon a town will stretch and grow 



Si)"ie pi 

If it is situated right 
The trade of nations to invite." 
So rich in wonders was the place 
They hardly knew where first to race. 
Some wished to visit Tyburn Hill, 
Or Smithfield, that gives one a chill, 
As through the mind the records run 
Of cruel work that there was done. 

More wished to race along the Strand, 

Or by the Bank of England stand 

And ponder there about the gold 

And silver bullion it can hold. 


The Brownies hunted for an hour 
To gain a view of London Tower; 


At length, an < 
Thai showed it 

Said one : " The 

Seems like a 

Compared with 

Thai oft held 

And saw the 

■!i new tney tound, 
towers square and round. 

Tombs, ob ( lenl re St reet, 
pleasant country-seat 
that old frowning pile 
kings in durance vile, 
blood in torrents flow 

you'll call to mind the days 

u,(Tl7 pride ' 
Wbet) you proved true,fyou£lj 

sorely fried 

So many hundred years ago. 

Within it lies, if talcs arc true, 

The proof of what hard hearts can do — 

The block, the chain, the prison cage, 

And tortures of a vanished age 

T is told that Julius Caesar laid 

Its corner-stone with great parade, 

And in its dungeons, dark and deep, 

Did many a valiant Briton keep. 

Next, William I., the Norman brave, 

Its massive, snow-white tower gave; 

Then, as the centuries onward rolled, 

And kiugs grew more self-willed and hold, 

Still higher towers were made to grow 

And deeper dungeons dug below, 

Till now it seems fit place to hide 

The noble blood of Europe wide. 

Here baron, duke, and count might blink 

In unison with fetter clink, 

Like many a one who here was cast 

On small pretense in ages past." 

Another said : " An outward sight 

Will not content the band to-night, 


So to the gate at once we '11 race 
And gain an entrance to the place. 
And through each hold and keep we '11 go, 
From turret high to dungeon low, 
To view the arms and fixtures strange, 
Preserved so well through many a change, 
To he a lesson full and free 
For generations yet to be." 
Soon through the place the Brownies ran 
This lance to view, that helmet scan, 
Or gaze upon an ax with dread, 
That lopped off many a royal head; 
And heavy-fashioned 

halberds viewed 
That paths at Agincourt 

had hewed, 
Where Henry, on 

St. Crispin's day, 
In face of odds 

showed no dismay. 
They climbed inside 

of armor old 
And peeped out where 

the visage bold 
Of some crusader 

oft had frowned 
Upon his turbaiied 
foes around. 
The helmet cleft, the corselet bent, 
The baldric pierced, and symbol rent 


Showed some Sir Knighi had sure enough 
In Palestine found usage rough. 
They chained 

each other 

to the wall, 
They tried the 


racks, and all. 
So they might 

he the better 
In what went on when tyrants ruled. 

They crowded some into a hole 
Where not a ray of daylight stole 
To cheer the heart or show the face 
Of those who languished in the place. 

Behind the shields 

that turned aside 
The weapons that 

the Paynim plied, 
They ran for 
refuge when 
some sound 
Would spread a sudden 
fear around. 
They found some arms and for a while 
Marched here and there in soldier style, 
Some carrying an ancient blade. 
And some the latest weapon made. 


Thus hours were passed within the walls, 
Still visiting the ceUs and halls, 
And corridors and stairways strong 
That called to mind some crime or wrong. 
Then other j parts of town they sought 

Thai -illiiiiitite;.. wakened other 

>-<■ trains of 


From Ludgate Hill the Brownies flew 
When old St. Paul's appeared in view. 


Said one: "li looks as fine as when 
It left t he compasses of With ; 
No greater monumenl could be 
Erected to his memory." 

About the place some hours they stayed, 
Then to Westminster Abbey paid 
A visit, where they rambled round, 
And soon the Poets' Corner found. 
To moralize, as well they might. 
Before the busts and statues white, 
That were by skilful hands designed 
To represent some master mind. 

More nights than one they slacked their gait 
In fogs that wrapped the city great, 
And poked about until distressed 
In seeking for some place to rest. 
Some tried with lanterns to pursue 
Their way to points they better knew, 
While others sought some place to hide 
Until the pall should drift aside. 
Said one : " This town so large and fine 
Would be a favorite spot of mine 


If fogs were not so often spread 
To keep one moving round in dread. 
Last night for hours I groped astray 
In streets where best I know my way; 
'T is hard to go when brightest light 
Is in a fog extinguished quite, 
From door to door, from stone to stone, 
To work your way by touch alone. 

All native tact for nothing went 
As here and there with body bent 
And fingers spread, I felt about 
To find some mark to help me out. 
I tumbled down three cellar-stairs, 
Then into holes for street repairs ; 


Ran twice against a watchman's legs 
Who lay asleep upon some kegs. 


Ami next ;i watering-trough I found, 
And falling in was nearly drowned. 
Through many trying scenes I passed 
Ere I to (lad's Hill crawled at last. 
'T is dangerous work for us 1<> stay 
Where one can't tell the uighi from day 
We cannot keep our bearing right, 
Know when to hide, or come in sight. 
No doubt, on this historic ground 
Ten thousand wonders may be found 
To interest the Brownie mind 
With moral lessons well defined, 
Of which we might for ages speak, 
Nor have a subject trite or weak, 
But let ns now some plans advance 
To cross the Channel into France." 

Noblest Isles l:>er]eatlj tlje sky 
We must leaue a3 on we fly 


Sixth Stage. 

evening when the Brownies met 
They talked and planned of how to get 
A ship or boat to serve their need, 
So o'er to France they might proceed. 
Said one, at length: "My comrades brave, 
I Ve heard about this choppy wave, 
Where winds ami tides so oft contend 
And to the rail old sailors send 
Who were when sailing open sea 
From all internal troxddes free. 

Now, we '11 not be to ships confined 

That may at least upset our mind 

If nothing more, while we can go 

In other ways, as I will show. 

Last night, while poking round, I spied 

Not half a mile from ocean side, 

To my surprise, a strange affair 

That 's made to travel through the ah, 

Not like balloons ascending high, 

Which as the wind directs them fly, 


But made with wings and tail and all 
To steer its way through roughest squal 
With straight est course throughout 

Until a certain point is gained. 
I doubt it' the inventor knows 
Much better how that air-ship goes 
Than I, who all its points to find, 
Crawled through it with inquiring mind 
At every art we all are skilled: 
A slight affair like that we '11 build, 
One that will all our wants supply, 
And then the Brownie band may fly 
High over all the creaking fleet 
That on the waves disaster meet." 

If you fjope ncroujr 

You <rZ-,\ fa He '!,(• 

Before a week had passed, at most, 

They left behind the English coast, 
Upon an air-ship of their own 

By clever hands together thrown 
From such odd stuff as lay about 
And could be nsed to shape it out. 
Sometimes between the clouds and sky 
They passed the soaring eagle by ; 
At times a downward sweeping gale 
Would get control of wings and tail 
And bear them down with fearful force 
Until the water checked their course, 
And then, half buried in the deep. 
The straining ship would onward leap, 


While to the dangling ropes 

that hung 
Away astern some 


Afraid of seas that o'er them rolled, 
But more afraid to loose their hold. 


Now rising with a sudden star! 

The strange affair would upward dart. 

While those who had been cheated oul 

Of cabin-passage still were stoul 

Ami could their greal endurance show 

By hanging to the ropes below. 

Now some advised to keep her high, 

And others said to let her fly 

Along the sea through waves and all. 

Thus to avoid a fearful fall 

In ease the works got out of tune 

When they were half-way to the moon. 

They found the new machine that night 

Somewhat erratic in its flight. 

The helm at times, the truth to tell, 
It did not answer extra well ; 
Some technicalities, no doubt, 
The Brownies scarce had studied out, 
And so the ride failed to impart 
The joy they hoped for at the start. 
Said one : " I 'd rather lose a toe. 
Or leg in fact, if it must go 
To feed the fish along the shore, 
Thau fall five thousand feet or more." 
Another shouted : " Timi her round, 
And steer her back to English ground ! 
For one, I 'd rather France should stay 
Untrodden by my feet for aye. 
Than there in such a fixture get 
That has not been perfected yet ; 




See how she darts and dives at will, 

In spite of all your boasted skill. 

I would not give a penny ' twist ' 

For all your lives if you persist 

Against the storm to flap and soar 

Until you cross this channel o'er." 

But some were there whose valiant minds 

Were not as fickle as the winds, 

And though, instead of straight across, 

They zigzag flew with painful loss 

Of time and travel, still the bow 

Was pointing e'er to France that now 

Was growing more apparent fast 

And promising success at last. 

As wounded birds lose every grace, 

And wildly flutter on through space, 

Their only hope and only care 

To keep themselves a while in air, 

Now sinking, rising, straining still 

To reach at length the woody hill, 

Where they can hide away from sight 

And ponder on their wretched plight, 

So did that air-ship dodge and dive. 

With all on board right well alive 



To every danger of the hour 
l T ntil il proved it bad the power 
T<> bear them safely to the beach 
Whii'li they were glad enough to reach. 

While through Parisian streets so grand 
One evening moved the Brownie band, 

Said one: "At length the land we trace 
That holds a brave and warlike race. 
O'er many a field, if history 's true. 
Their proud, victorious eagles flew, 
When led by some commander grim 
Who valued neither life nor limb; 
And signs yon see on every side 
Still show that spirit lias not died, 
But slumbers to break out anew 
When some Napoleon comes in view." 

Another said: "They '11 wait a while 
Before some unpretentious isle 
Gives forth another who "11 display 
Such wondrons powers in our day." 
A third remarked: "We hope they will. 
Who wants another born, to kill 
And devastate the countries wide 
To simply gratify his pride ?" 
Not long the Brownies rambled round 
Before Napoleon's tomb they found. 
The massive crypt that holds his dust 
Drew every eye, as still it must 


When strangers with a noiseless tread 
In awe draw near the mighty dead. 
Some who respected not the bones 
Of one who caused such shrieks and groans 
To echo round the world for years 
Climbed on the tomb with jokes and jeers, 
And it took more than one sharp cry 
To bring them from their perch on high. 

Then other sights they gathered round 
Which in that city may be found. 


t ' 

And also so they could declare 
They passed beneath that grand affair, 
As well as those who conquered lands 
And marched beneath in shouting bands. 
( treat space would be 

required to tell 
Each place their pattering 

footsteps fell, 
For lively feet the 

Brownies ply 
And fast can travel 

when they try. 
They stood in galleries of art 
With staring eyes, 
and thankful heart 


That they had found at length a chance 
To see the famous works of France, 
The sculptures and the paintings grand 
That told of many a master hand. 
The Brownies halted one and all 
Before the graceful column tall 
That towered many feet in air 
And ornamented well its square; 

On every side of it they stood 

And moralized, as well they could, 

Ahout the shouting populace 

That had run riot round its hase. 

Through streets they went smooth as a floor, 

And in the Seine they dipped an oar; 

Then to old palaces they ran 

At least their 

outer form JM 

to scan, , . , „Jj 


Since time allowed do closer view 
And they their journey musl pursue. 

te walls thai were so nigh and stout, 
Designed to keep the rabble oul 

If riot raised its crimsoned hand, 
Could not keep oul the 

Brownie band. 
Thus through the town 

they worked their way 
To view the scenes that 

round them lay. 
Then off to other cities sped, 
And battle-fields, where 

thousands bled, 
To Agfncourt, and Crecy; then 
A visit paid to old Rouen, 
Where on the pile of fagots tied 
The "Maid of Orleans" 
bravely died. 
A thousand nights they 

might have found 
Good cause indeed 

to ramble round, 
But other countries they must find 
And leave the soil of France behind. 

ErPtlje stars put up ttyei'r screens 
We'll be off to oUjev soeries 


Seventh Stage. 

sunny Spain so bright and gay 
The Brownies made a lengthy stay. 
The groves were fine, the sky was clear, 
The air was mild, the buildings queer, 
And every night some wonder new 
Or novel freak attention drew. 
One night, while near a city old 
Where Guadalquivir's waters rolled, 
One with descriptive powers blessed 
Soon interested all the rest. 
Said he : " Last night I found a chance 
To see these lively Spaniards dance ; 
Not moving through a figure slow, 
But bouncing wddly, heel and toe ; 
Now waving arms above then head, 
Now like a saw-horse strangely spread; 
Now with one foot uplifted there 
Describing circles in the air ; 
Now freely tossing limbs around, 
Now with then* noses near the ground, 



The room from side to side they crossed, 
As if in search of something lost. 

/,' (J The Indian's hop, 

»a!v %*! 


the Scotchman's reel, 
The Frenchman's 
or German's 

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ill HW At ■ , ■ ' ' " ' - 


Should not he mentioned the same day 
"With Spanish dancers light and gay." 


Another said : " If that 's the case, 
We must at once secure a place 
Where every turn and action free 
That you had such good luck to see, 
From tripping toe to tossing hand, 
May he indulged in hy the hand." 

A third remarked : " The dance I knew 
Before you ever rations drew; 
I 've passed the hours from dark to dawn 
In light fandangoes on the lawn, 
And I have not yet lost the art 
Of giving life to every part. 
So in the dance you now .propose 
I '11 show my comrades how it goes.'' 
It does n't take a lengthy space 
Of time for them to find a place; 
Could human folk then wants supply 
As readily as Brownies spry, 
Ah ! many a one without a roof, 
Or garment that is weather-proof, 
Would soon he free from want or cold. 
And all life's comforts snugly hold. 
But readers, all must understand 
Commissions in the Brownie hand 
Are not for sale, no gaps exist, 
The ranks are full, complete the list. 
So none need hope, as Brownies hold 
With mystic powers, to he enrolled. 
Conceal you. ■ frowns idfy Before one half the night had flown 

.greatest care » 

But let your srniles be free The Blwnies had f am ili ar grown 


With every caper, toss, and fling 
)^L Thai Spaniards in the dance can bring, 
\nd well the lively people know 
Che way fco trip the nimble toe. 

From ( ladiz to the 
Grallic line 

Ollc could not Sec 

such actions fine 

Such waving hands, 
such supple knees, 

Such whirling round 
with graceful ease, 

As Brownies on 
that floor revealed 

Ere they were 
forced to take 

the field. 

One night, while they were 

passing down 
The outskirts of a leading 

With eyes that ever turned 

and rolled 
Some novel wonder to behold. 



They found a strange inclosure wide 

With seats arrayed on every side, 

"Where thousands could a view obtain 

Of objects on the inner plain. 

Said one : "In this same place, I w r een, 

The matadors with weapons keen 

And scarlet cloak, to plague or blind 

The monarch of the cattle kind, 

Engage in that old cruel game 

That has been long the nation's shame.'" 

Another said: "Your head is clear; 
The animals indeed are here. 
In stalls or pens they rest to-night 
In waiting for to-morrow's fight. 
We '11 take a peep and in this case 
See what the Spaniards have to face." 

The chatting of the band enraged 
The creatures that were closely caged; 
They bellowed loudly, spurned the ground, 
And in a frenzy rushed around, 
And finally broke through the wall 
Or fence that had inclosed them all, 
And, charging madly, thought to gore 
A dozen of the band or more. 
Now with good reason pale with flight, 
The Brownies scampered left and right, 
And climbed up posts and trees in haste 
To be in safer quarters placed; 


Their nimbleness 

and mystic power 
Both stood, them well in hand that hour. 
But still a few, in spite of all, 
Were tossed across a neighboring wall, 
Alighting on some garden trees 
That let them down to earth with ease. 
Said one: "If that 's the kind of game 
The matadors have got to tame, 



When out into the ring 

they go, 
They 're 


to their 


and show ! 

We 'd best make haste 

and leave the pen, 

I '11 hardly he myself again 
For half a year, I well believe, 
Though best of doctoring I receive." 
Another answered from a vine 
That grew above the danger hue, 
" If this is sport, I 'd like to know 
Just when one ought the smile to show. 
I would n't stay in such a town 
As this is for pf^Bo fSgill the Spanish crown! 

Land where Ka-J^MaM such pastimes are unknown. 



Eighth Stage. 

aSMIft Italy the Brownies 
But little rest the 

season through, 
So many places they 

could rind 
To visit and improve 

the mind. 
The master works of 

former days 
And great cathedrals 
drew then' 
Through galleries 
of art they 
'Mid statues large 
and paintings 


Such as the world 

to present date 

Has tried in vain 

to imitate. 

They clambered over 

Peter's dome, 

And seemed to feel 

as much at home 

Upon the highest point they found 

As if they sported on the ground, 

Though now and then some trouble rose 
From rash attempts or slipping toes. 
At times a Brownie lost his hold 
And half-way down the dome he rolled 
Until an ornament would check 
His fall in time to save his neck. 

The better to observe the style 

And finish of the wondrous pile 

They hung by lengthy ropes to see 

Each cap and frieze and metope, 

And learn how they withstood the wear 

Of centuries, so high in air. 
An amphitheater at last 
The Brownies found 'mid ruins vast. 
Said one: "A gladiator show 
Such as the people used to know 
On festal days throughout the year 
No longer may be witnessed here. 
The well-worn course one may behold 
Where once the brazen chariots rolled, 


Amid the clouds of dust that rose 
To tickle many a Roman nose; 
The heartless crowds have had their day. 
And time has swept them all away, 
With all the shields and nets and spears 
Their cruel sports and fiendish cheers." 
Another said: "While passing by 
A window in a building nigh, 
I glanced around, and what think you 
The first of all attention drew ! 
A foot-ball such as students send 
When they in college games contend. 
That hall in half ;i snap you 11 see 
Or I 'm not what 1 used to be, 
And on this spot where martyrs gave 
Themselves to beasts their faith to save. 
Where tiger's howl and lion's roar 
Could not affright the hearts they bore, 
We '11 have at once a friendly game 
That will all Romans' efforts shame. 


Although no Csesar will look down 
Upon the scene with smile or frown, 
No ready thumbs a signal throw 
To spare or speed the final blow, 
Far greater crowds ow actions trace 
Than all the Roman populace, 
And loving miUions far and near 
May yet applaud our doings here." 

Another said: "My sportive friend, 
Our time to this we cannot lend, 
Too many objects are at hand 
That claim attention from the band, 
To other scenes we must away, 
Nor linger here your game to play." 

When safe in Venice, quaint and old, 
At length arrived the Brownies bold, 
Said one: "This is the strangest yet 
Of all the cities we have met — 
Where streets are not dug up each day 
Some other kind of pipes to lay, 
Where no one sees a paving-stone, 
And carriage-makers are unknown, 
While all the horses here in sight 
Are chiseled out of marble white." 
A second said: "It calls to mind 
The stories one in books may find. 
'T was here Othello did regale 
The Duke with plain unvarnished tale ; 


Told how he won his lovely bride, 
Nor used a charm nor aught beside 
Save tales of sieges, long campaigns, 
Of shipwrecks, and of slaver's chains. 
Here Shylock clamored for his bond, 
But law so sharply did respond 
It almost turned the plaintiffs brain 
By bringing loss hi place of gain; 

And here the Doge to plotting fell, 

And waited for the signal bell 

That was to call the fated men 

And butchers to the slaughter-pen; 

But those among whose tombs he thought 

To stand alone, his secret caught, 

And promptly ruled the roost instead 

By taking off the plotter's head." 

"This town," 
( * That seems to 
Has many boats 
Take pleasant 
So picturesque 
They seem well 
For some can 
And some on 
"While others 
For fear while 

another soon replied, 
float upon the tide 
wherein we may 
rides till break of day, 
they look, and grand, 
suited for the band, 
hide away below, 
top can make them go, 
keep a keen lookout 
sailing hereabout, 

Through lack of skill or want of room. 
We strike a palace or a tomb — 
And little else appears to be 
Projected here above the sea." 


Ere long, in boats of queer design, 
Witli curving bows and trimming fine, 
The Brownies jumped, to sail around 
Through water-streets that there abound. 
Beneath the Bridge of Sighs they passed, 
And wondering looks upon it cast. 

Said one : " They built it to sustain 
No doubt a rapid-transit train, 
That prisoners might be hurried well 
From palace court to prison cell." 
Another said : " 'T will not compare 
With Brooklyn's Bridge so high in air, 
Which, though perhaps no Bridge of Sighs, 
For rushing crowds can take the prize." 
Said one: "We '11 pause awhile to see 
The place where prisoners used to be 
Confined, perhaps, from boyhood's prime 
Until their heads were bowed with time, 
Then after all these years of dread 
Were forth to stake or scaffold led." 
They saw the chains by prisoners borne, 
They saw the paths their feet had worn 
In solid stone while pacing round 
Away from every sight and sound. 
As stately ships in harbors wide, 
Or open sea, ofttimes collide, 
With captains in the service gray, 
And all the steering gear in play, 
It may not seem beyond belief 

That Brownies sometimes come to grief 




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Once while they gazed at wonders there 
They failed to take the needed care, 
For as beneath an arch they ran 
They missed the center of the span. 
And trouble then at once began. 
The lengthy how slid up the stone 
To find a passage of its own. 


And stenrward in a struggling pile 
The frightened Brownies fell the while. 
Still higher did the boat ascend 
Until it nearly stood on end, 
And there was nothing else to do 
But to the bottom take the crew, 
And leave them in a fearful mess, 
And Venice one gondola less. 
'T is somewhat hard for one to say 
How deep those silent waters lay, 
But judging by the time that passed 
Between the fall and rise at last, 

The puffing Brownies 
could not dive 

Much deeper and 
come up alive. 

From Venice then they hastened all, 
On old Pompeii made a caU. 


There climbed upon the ruins great, 
Ami moralized upon its fate. 
Said one: "Upon these doorsteps old 
The tale of love was often told, 
Here children clustered on the walk. 
Ami round these corners where we talk 
Played hide-and-seek and blindman's-buff, 
Ami scampered o'er this pavement rough 
To dodge the horse's iron heels 
Or heavy, rumbling chariot-wheels. 
The story of the town you know — 
How sudden fell that night of woe; 
These streets, that often rang with cheers, 
Were hid for sixteen hundred years 
Beneath the overwhelming load 
That old Vesuvius bestowed. 
But let us leave the lonely place, 
And off to other countries race, 
Forgetting not that we must haste 
Around the world, nor moments waste.' 1 

Hou/euci- fair may beflje land. 
Still on must gofyegroujm'ebancL 


Ninth Stage. 

n Turkey there was much to view 
That to the Brownie hand 

was new. 
The buildings strange and towers 

At once attracted every eye. 
On every spire of wood or stone, 
Or arching gate, the crescent shone ; 
So not one moment could the hand 
Forget they trod the Sultan's land. 
The highest mosque and minaret 
The Brownies climbed in hopes 

to get 
A bird's-eye view of gardens fair, 
And palaces that glittered there, 
And ships that drifted to and fro 
( )r lay at anchor far below. 
Said one: "To climb this filigree 
Is harder than to climb a tree; 


[f we were lidl an active batch 
In such as these we 'd find our match. 
But steps or stairs we don't require 
To help us up the tallest spire." 
Another said: "No person can, 
Be he a ((reek or Mussulman, 
Erect a steeple round or square 
Or octagon so high in air 
Above his meeting-house or shop 
That Brownies cannot reach the top." 

Then St. Sophia's mosque so grand 
Was much admired by all the band. 

They sauntered round and round the place, 
Then measured it with even pace. 

And found the statements of its size 
And beauty were not spiced with lies. 
They walked around 

in gardens fair, 
Enjoying perfume-laden air, 
And on the very 

Sultan's lawn 
They played at games 

till early dawn ; 


Ill secret places skirmished 

Where strangers no admittance 

And all the household, 

by decree, 
Were safely under 

lock and key. 


They chatted freely 

of the way 
Some people live 
at this late 
In spite of all that has been 

done £3 

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Some lounged on rich 
<liv;ms awhile, 
More sat in ( Iriental 

On ottomans in quiet 

And tried the hookas 
and chibouks; 
8omc filled the bowl, 

while others drew 
Upon the pipe, and puffed and blew, 
Eaeli Brownie striving to excel 
At making wreaths that lasted well, 
Until the smoke hung like a cloud 
Above the heads of all the crowd 
And through the open windows there 
Rolled out to scent the midnight air. 

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This pleased awhile, but in the end 
They felt they could not recommend 
The Eastern custom to a friend. 
( me night the valiant Brownies tried 
To swim the Hellespont so wide — 


To imitate the daring feat 

Of young Leander, when to meet 

His lady-lore in secret bower 

He braved the tide at evening hour. 

Not one of all the active band 
But hi that effort left the strand. 
Though oft the band great streams had 

And here and there were roughly tossed, 
They soon perceived, from last to first, 
This was the wildest and the worst. 
Some grew alarmed, ere half-way out, 
And with pale faces turned about, 


And luit fur stronger friends al hand 

That helped them safely to the land, 

The interesting, bright career 

( )t' half a score had ended here, 

While others, showing better skill, 

Contended with the current still, 

And neither fear nor failing knew, 

But gained the point they had in view. 

Though much they may have needed rest 

Where skill and strength had such a test, 
They could not stop, or waters wide 
At morning would the hand divide, 
And weeks might pass around before 
They 'd have a chance to meet once more. 
So plunging in without delay 
To anxious friends they worked their way. 
Where arms were ready to enfold 
With fond embrace the swimmers bold. 



Tenth Stage. 

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Egypt next the wonders new 
On every side attention drew. 
Upon the Sphinx, the chief of all 
The wonders there, they made a call, 
And on the solemn 
head they 
A chance to dance 
a merry 
The great 

canal that 
Across the 
soon they 


And from a roof or neighboring 1 1 « • i l; 1 1 1 
Looked on the seeno for liali' the ni-hl 
Ami praised the enterprise of man 
Win) such a wondrous scheme could plan. 
Said one: "Art came with pick and spadi 
And t bus a gap in nal lire made. 
How many years and ages passed 
Ere man devised a work so vast ! 

Still commerce sighed ^ssirP 2 - 
from day to day 

For some much needed 32§»31|li?* 
wa 1 1 sr w ay, 7 ^'"~ 

rill M. de Lesseps planned a scheme 

And brought the artificial stream 

Whereon great ships can proudly rid 
As when they plow the ocean tidi 
Soon bearing home 

their precious load 
In safety by 






More had their say, and praises laid 

On those who planned and those who paid, 

Until 't was time to turn and seek 

For something else of which to speak. 

On pyramids of slippery stones, 

That kiiiers had hnilt to hold their hones 

Till they would need 
The active Brownies 
Up step by step, 
They struggled nim- 
High on the peak 
Enjoying free and 
Commenting on the 
They gained while 
The daring band, 
With wonders that 
Found courage to 
The dark interior 
With torches to 
They groped then 
Sometimes they 

their frame once more, 

clambered o'er; 

without a stop, 

bly to the top. 

for hours they sat, 

friendly chat, 

prospect fan* 

perched so high in air. 

not satisfied 

appeared outside, 

pass through a door, 

to explore. 

dispel the gloom 

way from room to room ; 

tumbled in a cell, 

Sometimes across a mummy fell, 
And by the mishap broke the crust 
And scattered wide the sacred dust. 
A hundred feet beneath the ground 
The royal sepulchers were found, 
Where safe beneath a massive lid 
The monarchs lay for centuries hid, 
Not troubled by the overflow 
Of mighty rivers stretched below, 


Nor worried by the warlike horde 

That from some neighboring country poured 

Around the stone sarcophagus 

Of some old kinic who had a muss, 

No doubt, with prophets in his day, 

At hide-and-seek they stopped to play. 

Said one, as he with thoughtful mien 

Looked round upon the somber scene: 

" No better place could Brownies find 

To hide away from humankind. 

If we had time to study out 

The statements chiseled all about, 

You M find each casket is supplied 

With tales about the one inside. 

Perhaps he stood with shading hand 

To watch his legions leave the land. 

And shouted to them in his wrath 

To follow in the Hebrews' path. 

But waves that had been long controlled 

By mighty power now inward rolled ; 

With foaming crests they barred the way 

Like lions leaping on their prey, 



And giving in one generous dish 

All Egypt's army to the fish. 

The dust of kings alone is here, 

From them we nothing have to fear, 

Their days of tyranny are past, 

Time suatched them from their thrones at last; 
No more they '11 range from place to place 
And subjugate a better race ; 
No more impose a double task 
When slaves or bondsmen mercy ask; 
Say who shall live or who shall die, 
Or who their treasury supply. 
'T is well such creatures reach an end, 
And these old rogues, I apprehend, 
If I their picture-language know, 
Had theirs four thousand years ago." 

Upon an island in the Nile 
The Brownies tarried for a while. 
Among the ruins scattered round 
A temple's colonnade they found, 
And in hieroglyphics spread 
The fate of poor Osiris read, 


And how he was embalmed with rare 
By the kind goddess Isis fair. 

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Eleventh Stage. 

yP night, while straying 

by the Nile, 
The Brownies caught 

a crocodile, 
And through some 

mystic sleight, I wot, 
They charmed the 

reptile on the spot, 
Until it played upon 

the sand, 
Affording pleasure to 

the band. 
Then up and down 

the bank it moved, 
AVliile half the band 

the chance improved, 

THE BROWNIES IN' Ai; \i;i \. 

All striving for a place to idde 

Upon the creature's scaly hide. 

They di'oye it there, they drove it here, 

Without the slightest thoughl of fear. 


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It must have fared exceeding well, 
Before iuto their power it fell, 
And have devoured enough to last 
It for a week without a fast, 
Because it let them sport about 
Iu easy reach of tail or snout, 

And did no inward craving feel 
To take some Brownies for a meal, 
At length, while on the hank it lay, 
With all the Brownies in full play, 
It seemed at once to break the spell 
That up till then had held it weU, 
And be itself, with powers to rest, 
Or go ahead, as pleased it best. 
Without their leave it turned its head, 
And started for the river's bed. 
Soon down the steep incline it dashed, 
And in the sluggish water splashed. 
The Brownies had to jump the while, 
Or find the bottom of the Nile. 
Said one : " A bath befits the race 
When one can choose the time and place ; 
But I would rather run a year 
Unwashed than take my swimming here, 
With such companions as we M find 
Beneath, of every shape and kind." 
Another said : " We ll turn aside 
And through Arabian deserts wide 
Pursue our way, until we all 
Can see the bird that stands so tall, 



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And yields the plumes so rich and rare 
And highly prized hy ladies fair." 
So off they ran across the plain 
With nimble feet, and not in vain. 
An ostrich, that hy chance had strayed 
Across their path, was prisoner made. 

They chased it for an hour or so, 
For he could run, as people know 
Who have pursued the bird for gain 
For leagues across a wide domain. 
Sometimes he kept far in the van. 
At times around his heels they ran, 
Half blinded by the sand that rose 
At every movement of his toes. 
Again, some daring Brownies tried 
Upon its legs to hang and ride. 
Then some along the- ground were rolled, 
But others, clinging, kept their hold. 
Until, thus handicapped, at last 
He tumbled, and they had him fast. 

To ttiose ""bo earned It b»sf 
of all . 

Said one: " Sometimes a savage beast 
Will pluck an ostrich for his feast, 
And then these feathers, long and grand, 
Are scattered freely on the sand; 
But whosoever gives him chase 
Must earn his breakfast by the race, 
And has an appetite, no doubt, 
Before the banquet is laid out, 


For this is something famed for speed, 

A match for the Arabian steed, 

When both a lively interest feel, 

One spurred by fear, and one by steel." 

Now, while some held it on the ground, 

The other Brownies gathered round 

And took such plumes as pleased them best 

To cany as a handsome crest. 

Said one : " Those folks can hardly thrive. 

Who pluck their poultry while alive, 


And we may this exploit 

Before the morrow's sun 

has set. 
For many a one, 

old dames have said, 
Has tossed through night 

a restless head, 
The only sleepless one 

in town, 
Because on pillows made 

of down, 
That cruel fingers had 

plucked loose 
To music of the squawking 

Another said : " The fact 

is clear; 
There is a tinge of mischief 



Bui where such wondrous tufts exist 
A few small feathers won't be missed, 
'T is lucky for the bird that we 
Are satisfied with two or three; 
For if it fell in human hands, 
He 'd soon go naked o'er the sands; 
Or, if a beast such chance could find, 
He M hardly leave the hones behind.*' 

A novel spectacle they made 
When thus in nodding plumes arrayed; 
A foreign prince might well be proud 
To be the poorest in the crowd, 
And have his head appear so fair 
With plumes that waved so high iu air. 

(Jn arassy fields or plains of san.d 
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Twelfth Stage. 

German Empire, firm arid strong, 
The Brownies visited ere long ; 
Its lovely rivers to behold, 
And ramble through the castles old 
That crumbling into ruins stand 
On every peak or point of land. 
To highest towers they tried to go 
To view the country stretched below, 
And as they climbed awaked the fears 
Of owls and bats that there for years 
In gloomy halls had moped and drowsed 
Where dukes and barons once caroused. 
And while the massive walls they scanned, 
For prison and for palace planned, 
They moralized on what they saw, 
On ancient force and modern law. 
Said one : "In days gone by, no doubt, 
Through these old gates oft sallied out 



A plundering band, prepared to stock 
Its larder from its neighbor's flock. 
Then righl had little chance al all 
[Jnless it owned the strongesl wall, 
And justice did the prize bestow 
On him who gave the hardest Mow/' 
So thus the Brownies chatted still 
While rambling through the place at will, 
Enjoying sights on every side 
So common in that country wide. 

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They paused at Bingen on the Rhine, 
Where fields were covered with the vine ; 
Where, bending round the Niederwald, 
The river to the ocean crawled, 
And ancient castles, towering high 
Along the banks, charmed every eve. 


Some stood reciting line by line 

The poem so world-renowned and fine 

About the soldier in Algiers, 

Till half the band was moved to tears, 

So sad, pathetic, and yet true 

The poetess the picture drew. 

At length, within a city proud 

That holds the nation's greatest crowd, 

They found a chance from some retreat 

To gaze npon the leading street. 

While marching downward, near at hand, 
There passed a famous German band. 
Said one : " These people, as yon know, 
In every country like to blow ; 
It may be clarionet or flute 
Or trombone that they choose to toot, 
But this is certain : they 're the boys 
Who tramp ahead and make the noise. 1 ' 
Another said : " Come, let us find 
Some instruments of every kind, 
Both those that toot and those that squeal 
And those that like an organ peal, 
And also others large and round 
That loudly ' rub-a-dub ! ' will soimd. 
We '11 bear them to a distant grove 
Where prying people seldom rove ; 
And then we '11 practise at the tunes 
On fiddles, haut-boys, and bassoons, 
Until we charm the birds of air 
With music rightly rendered there." 



Aiiui her cried : " Yon may, indeed, 
On me depend to take the Lead. 
A I housand airs I understand, 
Willi all their variations grand, 
Thai lead you off, as if astray. 
Prom what you first commenced to ]> 
I '11 blow the horn and draw the how 
And how to beat the drum J '11 show 
So those who have the dullest ear 
For music cannot help but hear, 
And learn to love it as they should 
If they are capable of good." 
This was enough for one and all ; 
That night they ran and made a haul. 
The store was bolted like a cell. 
But they got in, and out, as well, 
Each hearing off as he professed, 
The instrument he liked the best. 
Soon some were much surprised to find 
Their mouths for horns were not designed. 
And some had fingers far too set 
For either flute or clarionet. 
But after changing round, I wis, 
An hour or so, from that to this, 
To rightly suit the mouth and hand 
Of every member of the hand, 
They were in readiness at last, 
With everything in order classed : 
The fiddle tuned to match the tone 
Of something with a kindred drone, 



And drummers knowing well the spot 

Where they might hang away or not. 

The cunning Brownies with delight 

In greatest efforts did unite. 

They shook the leaves on tree and vine, 

As loud they played " Die Waeht am Bhein." 

The hymn to liberty, so dear 

To sons of Prance, charmed every ear; 

The march that lifts the Briton's heart 

When duty calls and friends must part ; 

The "Bonnie Doon" and " Grarry Owen" 

In turn, by kind request, were blown. 

Nor was the Western world forgot : 

The airs that cheered the patriot, 


When in his ( 'mil inenta] suil 

He dared the monarch's claims dispute, 

Were given with an extra blare, 

I n honor of ( iolumbia fail*. 

At times they marched in single line, 

Al times in clusters would combine, 

With arm in arm and toe to heel, 

And scarcely room enough to wheel. 

Too soon that pleasant nighl went by, 

And stars began to leave the sky. 

So Brownies had no time to spare 

When they returned with proper care 

The fiddles, drums, and horns once more 

Where they had found them hours before. 

To other points that hold a place 

In history, they took a race. 

Upon the field of Waterloo 

No rest the cunning Brownies kuew 

Until their lively feet could gain 

Each acre of the famous plain. 

They paused where from his charger white 

Napoleon viewed the doubtful fight 

And urged his legions on to dare 

The dangers of the bristling square. 

Thev stood where Wellington was found. 

While thickest 
Encouraging his 
To firmly stand. 

carnage strewed the ground. 
men. like rock 
to bide the shock. 



Thikteenth Stage. 

Switzerland the mountains high., 

That seemed to blend the earth and sky, 

Delighted all the Brownie band; 

And oft they tried, with foot and hand, 

To scale the rugged cliffs around 

Until the highest peak was found. 

It mattered not that ice and snow 

Made travel dangerous and slow. 

Said one : " Where'er the foot of man 
Has found a rest, a Brownie's can. 
I know the way that men set out, 
With pointed staffs to prod about 
And feel their way when storms arise 
That almost blind their straining eyes. 
We '11 do the same, and ropes we '11 take 
To tie ourselves for safety's sake, 
So should one fall, as fall he may, 
The others can his tumble stay." 




Thus well prepared for greatesl heighi 
They climbed tin- Matterhorn one night. 
Svj Some by ;i rope were wel] combined, 

* So each could prompl assistance find, 
In case a Brownie failed to keep 
His footing <>n the windy steep. 
For hours they sealed the mountain-side. 
Still climbing on without a guide; 
But as some higher point appeared 
For this at once the Brownies steered. 

Said one: "No guiding hand we need 

While we have courage to proceed 

And eyes to see the summit hare 

That still is high aboye us there; 

So, without halting, up we '11 go 

Until we leave the clouds helow. 
We '11 surely know enough to stop 
When we at last 
Thus chatting free- 
Resolved to make 

Now toiling up as 
Now slipping back, 
Now helping others 

have reached the 
ly on they went, 
the bold ascent. 
best they could, 
as if for good, 
to a shelf. 


Now very much concerned for self, 
While clouds of snow around them rolled 
<if And sharper grew the luting cold. 

Once, as a dangerous point they passed. 

So sudden came the icy blast. 

In spite of all the care they showed 

It blew a number from the road, 



To twirl them wildly through 

the air 
And keep them dangling 

helpless there, 
While those who still 

a footing found 
Clung to the rope that 

swayed around, 
Until, with mighty tug 

and strain, 
The party could their 

place regain. 
At times, when dangers ,11 

thus assailed, /MM 

The courage of 
Brownie failed, 
And one declared ■ *=$ ■ 

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Saul he: "Tlit' glory we would gain 

I!' we at lasl the cresl attain. 

Would hardly, my ambitious friends, 

Pot lost companions make amends." 

Another said: "Your paling fare 
Is not becoming to your race. 
Shall we, who dared the raging sea 
Upon a raft, now thwarted be, 

Because the mountain here enshrouds 

Its head in dark and theatening clouds ! 

My friend, where'er the human kind 

Have set their feet, I am inclined 

To think we, too, that snot can win, 

Or else decline is setting in. 

Oiu* usefulness is surely passed 

If we must turn from icy blast ; 

Our courage must he ebbing low 

If we 're afraid of drifting snow; 

Our enterprise is getting weak 

If we can't find a mountain peak. 

If mystic power must go for naught 
When we 're in face of trials brought, 
We might as well give others room 
And start at once to build our tomb." 

Thus braver spirits cheered the rest 

And pointed to the glittering crest 

On which, ere long, they all could stand 

If courage would uphold the band. 

Those who have marked the Brownies' way 

And perseverance day by day 


Will know that on the top at length 
The Brownies stood in all their strength, 
And gazed upon the world helow 
That formed a panorama show. 
And paid them well, as they declared, 
For all the dangers they had dared. 
Once in their midnight rambling round 
The Lion of Lucerne they found 
That 's chiseled from the mountain hard 
In memory of the brave Swiss Guard 
That struggling for the Bourbon well 
In his defense all fighting fell. 
The Brownies next set out to view 
Lake Leman's tide so deep and blue, 

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The wave-washed walls they gazed upon 
That held the Prisoner of Chillon 
So many years, while by his side 
In fetters fast his 

brothers died. 
They boldly ventured 

down the stair 
To see the chains he 

used to wear, 



And mark the narrow dungeon's bound 
In which al last he moved around ; 
They paced it hack and Eorth to find 
To whal a vault he was consigned, 
And thoughl how well the poet's pen 
Mas made his sufferings known to men. 
The narrow window they surveyed 
To which the bird its visit paid, 

,. f As if to try with vocal 

] lowers 

To cheer him through the 

gloomy hours. 
With sympathetic feelings 


Before they left the cell 
They scrawled his name upon the wall, 
His long imprisonment and all. 
And passed a vote of censure strong 
Upon the prince who did the wrong. 

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Fifteenth Stage. 

winter season worked around 
Before the Brownies Holland found. 
They traveled half-way through the land 
On skates, a free and happy hand. 
At times a dike would be their road, 
At times a meadow overflowed, jy 

Then up a river they 

would train 
Until it 


to a drain, 

them to 

walk awhile 
Until more 

ice would 

make them 



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ream, as people do 

ii tnrougn a 

W'nit in the 

Who sometimes overestimai 
The strength of Lee beneath the skate, 
Their comrades would not Leave them there, 
But every risk and danger share 
With willing hand and courage good, 
Till every one' in safety stood. 
While in that country moving round, 
Commenting on the sights they found, 
They paused to stare with wondering eyes 
Upon a windmill large of size. 

Said one : " This turned in days gone by 
To grind the farmer's wdieat and rye, 
But disconnected now with stone, 
Or working-gear, it stands alone, 
Affording shelter to the mice 
When winter coats the land with ice," 
At length some daring ones began 
To climb the mill, and boldly ran 
Upon the roof, then, worst of all, 
Upon the vanes to freely crawl. 
Until one half the Brownies there 
Had found a place to perch in air. 
'T is strange, indeed, how storms can rise 
As though at once from cloudless skies ; 
'T is strange how scpialls capsize the boat 
Just when it seemed to safest float ; 
And strange how soon, through groaning trees, 
There came that night a sweeping breeze, 


And struck with force that ancient mill 
That had for years heen standing still, 
Nor turned a sail nor made a pound 
Of flour for the people round. 

No one was more surprised, no douht, 
In all the country thereabout 

Than were those 

grave or gay, 
Who to the vanes 
had found their 
And now they learned 
to their regret, 
The mill had life 

within it yet. 
They had small 

choice of what 
to do 
As round 
and round 
it wildly 

had to he 
To travel 
- ■■^3w&'- p *^« % with it 

as it went. 


It did not prove a simple gust, 
To bend the grass and hurl the <lust, 
Hut such a wind as rends the ash 
Ami brings the steeple with a crash. 

And though the rust had time to spoil 
The journals that now screeched for oil, 
As it' complaining at the part 
They played against all rules of art, 
The mill did greater stir display 
That hour than in its perfect day. 
And had there been some "Tain inside, 
The town would soon have been supplied 
With Hour from the smoking stones, 
That turned within with creaks and groan 
But Brownies, as before was told, 
Are not the kind that lose their hold, 
And so through all their circling trip 
But few, if any, lost their grip, 
And even when the vanes gave out — 
And some soon did, and flew about 
In wild career before the blast — 
The Brownies still were clinging fast, 
And though they suffered many a shake 
They reached the ground without a break. 
Then one remarked : " I think 't is time 
We traveled to some other clime." 

We must trauel ^~~^k Oth-r coiuitWes 
come ulmt may ^Tl53H to survey. 



Sixteenth Stage. 

Russian ground no lengthy stay 
The Brownies made to work or play. 
Said one: "If we had not to go 
Across this country, as you know. 
While circling the terrestrial ball 
We 'd hardly give the place a call. 
From poorest peasant up to peer 
There \s too much secret plotting here, 
Too many mines and bombs concealed 
In city, village, road, and field. 
'T is hardly safe to touch a brier 
Or twig, lest it should wake a fire 
That would not leave a foot or hand 
Or head intact of all the band. 
However dark may be the night 
A sentinel will pop in sight 
So we 're compelled to hide away 
Through hours of night as well as day. 
They stand on guard o'er mill and mine 
O'er bridges, boats, and pipes of wine. 


Sonic stand to guard the ruler's bed, 
More watch his baker make the bread, 
For fear some poison be mighl throw 
Willi vengeful band amid the dough; 
More watch the chemist while he tries -. 
The coffee thai the cools supplies; 
The horse is guarded oh all sides 
On which the Czar at morning rides, 
For fear they 'd deck it well at night 
With cartridges of dynamite 
To scatter liim around the street 
The moment that he takes his seat." 

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At times up to the ears in snow 
They struggled through a valley low, 
And only that the hand possessed 
Endurance equal to the hest, 
Some place like that to-day would hold 
The hones of every Brownie bold. 
Of Moscow, as they hurried through 

The land, the Brownies gained a view. 


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There on a bridge the wondering band 
Before the Kremlin paused to stand 

THE BROWNIES l\ Rl ssi \. 

And mark the many- 
towered pile 
That glowed in Oriental 

Once while they crossed 

a lonely waste 
A pack of wolves the 

Brownies chased, 
For miles and miles, well 

was their need, 
They scampered at their 

highest speed 
Through broken ground 

of every kind 
And still coidd hear the 

howls behind. 
Now sinking to a muffled 

Now rising louder on 

the gale, 
Until the frosty hills 

Gave answer to the awful sound 



Let your home be wliere 

You'll find uork before 
_you still. 

But as the pack with bristling hair 

And open mouths and fiery glare, 

Above a snowy ridge appeared, 

A friendly tree the Brownies neared, 

For this they ran, and well they might 

With half a hundred wolves in sight, 

Each brute prepared to stow away 

A breakfast with but small delay. 

But ere they reached the tree in view 

The howling terrors closer drew 

With bristling backs and clashing jaws, 

Bright flashing eyes and nimble paws, 

But, though they skirmished left and right 

At closest range they failed to bite 

As if the cunning rogues surmised 

A mystic prey they had surprised 
Of quite a different form and caste 
From those they had devoured last. 
Meanwhile the Brownies ne'er forgot 
The tree that graced that lonely spot, 
And kept alive and in the race 
Until they reached its rugged base. 
The hugging, climbing, scratching now, 
As each one sought to gain a bough, 
Might bring a smile to every face 
Had this not been a serious case, 
That did in greatest manner plead 
For mystic exercise indeed. 
If that old tree, that long had grown 
Upon the frozen plain alone, 


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Had been designed with special care 
To meet the need of Brownies there, 
It hardly could be better planned 
In fitness for the lively band. 
Through all that night with hungry eyes 
The wolves sat glaring at the prize, 


Iii hopes some branch would snap at last 
With overweight, or else a blast 
Might shake a shower from the tree 
That patience might rewarded be. 
At length, as night her mantle rent, 
The wolves appeared to catch the scent 
Of something on a distant hill 
That seemed to promise better still ; 

So in a trice the siege was raised, 
And all the Brownies, much amazed, 
Descended from the tree in haste 
And made their way across the waste. 



(Sixteenth Stage. 

THROUGH many trials hard to face 

The Brownies moved from place to place, 
Now camping on some dreary wild, 
Now in some village domiciled, 
In waiting till a better chance 
Was offered for a safe advance, 
Until before their wondering eyes 
They saw the strange pagodas rise, 
And saw the wall built long ago 
To keep aloof a plundering foe, 
And then they knew not far away 
The "Flowery Kingdom" smiling lay. 

Without a ladder, rope, or line, 
Or aught except a clinging vine, 
To aid them in their steep ascent. 
Upon the wall the Brownies went. 
Said one : " 'T is here this very hour 
We show indeed superior power. 



This wall that kept the Tatars cmt 
Two thousand years, or thereabout, 
Has failed to keep the Brownie band 
For fifteen minutes from the land." 
The Brownies many wonders found 
While through that empire roaming round. 
'T was large enough to let them range 
Through fertile plains and cities strange 
For weeks and months, and still pursue 
Their way through scenes and wonders new. 
Said one : " The oldest country spread 
Upon the world we Brownies tread; 
Great nations rose and swept away 
Then neighbors' lines, and had then day, 
Then crumbled to a final fall, 
But this old empire lived through all. 
Three thousand years have left no trace 
Upon the customs of the race; 
Still eating rice and drinking tea, 
Behind their wall from trouble free, 
They live content to he alone 
Among then shrines of wood and stone." 



Another said : " 'T is well thai they 
Are qo1 inclined from home 1" stray, 
~or if 1 lie sea 1 bey venl ui'e o'er 
tey 1 11 find small welcome al the shore.' 1 
The Brownies climbed the towers grand 
That are so common in the land, 
And freely did their views exchange 
About the architecture strange. 
Said one: "Not often do we find 
A place where builders are so kind. 

Here shelves abound where one can stop 
And rest while chmbing to the top: 
By easy stages we can rise 
Mjp^f ] $n And view the land that round us lies, 
' WSgSuBaR And what seemed like a trying task 
Is sport as good as one could ask. 
^\^^A&^ No slippery spire of tin or slate, 

e— •$&'> To which we have to trust our weight, 
We here encounter as we go 
But wood that suits 

both baud and toe, 
And they must be but 

common people 
Who lose their hold on 

such a steeple," 
At times too many 
rushed to 
An object that 

attention drew, 


And then the odd-shaped roof would 
Or yield, and with its load descend, 
And only mystic powers could save 
The Brownies from an early grave. 
It has to he a fearful squall, 
It has to he a stunning fall, 
It needs must he a wild affair 
In shape of beast, or bird of air 
That can subdue the lively band, 
Or bring then actions to a stand. 
Oh, could we mortals, toiling here 
Upon this fast-revolving sphere, 
Like them surmount the greatest ill 
And bravely face the music still, 
We might do many things I trow 
We '11 leave unfinished when we go ! 
Not often strangers penetrate 
Into that country old and great, 
And when they do some years go by 
While they one half its wonders spy, 
So do not marvel that the band 
Were some weeks passhig through the land, 
And oft were prompted to declare 
It paid them well to journey there. 


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irj njlr)d. 

I fjose w);o 
trauel far 


Seventeenth Stage. 

course of time the Brownies found 
Themselves on the Mikado's ground, 
Where, though the natives seemed to be 
Enlightened in a small degree 
Above their neighbors, soon "t was known 
They had strange notions of their own, 
And Brownies saw, to their regret, 
The people were in darkness yet. 

While through the country, strange and vast, 
The active band of Brownies passed, 
From town to town, o'er many a mile 
They traveled in the native style, 


Some members riding there in state, 
More bending down beneath the weight, 
As up and down the lengthy road 
They struggled with their heavy load. 
But oft, as onward still, they ranged, 
The situations would be changed, 
And thus by many a shifting scene 
All tried both ways the palanquin. 

PAL-nen Cox 

Again with parasols they 'd go 

Along the road a lengthy row, 

In imitation of the way 

The people guard their heads by day, 

And with their fans whene'er they please 

Create an artificial breeze. 

Sometimes they traveled through the land 

With lanterns swinging in each hand, 

To light them through a dangerous ground 

Where trouble nught their path surround. 

At times they halted in surprise 

Before an idol of large size, 

And sometimes Brownies were not slow 

Upon the towering form to go. 


Some <m the 
Ami some 
Ami wondered 

lands or shoulders gol 

>ed in the incense pot, 
where the herhs 
j^" were found 

ueh stifling 
odors round : 









More talked about the wretched state 
Of people, howsoever great, 
Who pin their faith upon a toy 
That wind and weather can destroy. 
Said one: " 'T is painful to behold 
At every turn these idols old, 
Though dumb they sit, a tale they te 
That thoughtful minds may ponder weU ; 
They hint of millions, strong of will, 
Who blindly grope in error still ; 
There 's work for pen and preachers too 
Before the Christians' task is through, 
For many a purse its mite must yield 
And many a teacher take the field, 
And many a stubborn knee must bend, 
And many an earnest prayer ascend 
Ere every idol in this place 
Has tumbled headlong from its base." 
Thus moralizing as they ran 
The Brownies traveled through Japan, 
In the Mikado's gardens strayed 
Where flowers bloomed and fountains played, 
While mirror lakes and well-tilled ground 
Formed pictures fair for miles around. 

Nolo ujell tal^e Hje road orjee n\ore 
Orl]er regions to explore. 



Eighteenth Stage. 

on their homeward way at last 
The Brownies through wild regions passed, 
Where Ice was piled and breezes blew 
That baffled many a daring crew. 
Bnt Brownies, brave in every clime, 
Pushed on, nor lost one moment's time. 
Fresh from the sunny Land of Tea 
They tramped across a frozen sea, 
Where fish to few temptations rise, 
And have small practice catching flies. 

Said one: "This land of northern lights 

And shooting stars and lengthy nights 

Of which explorers often rave. 

Or dream about the icy wave 

That lies around the Pole so vast, 

Where no one yet has anchor cast. 

Is, after all, scarce worth the cost 

Of noble lives that still are lost 

As expeditions strive in vain 

From year to year this point to gain. 


But still the time will come, no doubt, 

"When men will find all secrets out 

And feast their eyes upon this sea 

So quickly found by you and me. 

We need no map, nor chart, nor plan, 

Because not limited, like man, 

To knowledge passed from hand to hand; 

Through ages long, the Brownie band, 

In ways peculiar to the race 

With all requirements keep pace." 

Reviewing thus the region cold 

That has such wonders to unfold 

In icy island, gulf, and bay, 

That maps may show some later day, 

The Brownies various methods tried 

By which, to cross the country wide ; 

They turned to use whate'er they found 

To aid them as they journeyed round. 

The cunning band some dogs secured, 

To cold and hardship well inured, 

And on rude sledges void of art, 

In which large skins played leading part, 

They traveled over many a plain 

That bold explorers sought in vain ; 

While others had the luck to find 

Some reindeer of the strongest kind, 

That could be trusted to proceed 

O'er roughest ground at greatest speed. 

In different ways the hardy deer 

Was made to render service here; 


Till: HKoUNII'.s IN Till'. I'ol.AK REGIONS. 

il tlje coldest land 

.you'll find 
Hearts are offer) ojArni 
o n cl k i n d . 

Would find themselves through joll or twist 
A mile behind ere they were missed. 
Bu1 do tiol think the band would press 
Ahead and leave them in distress — 
X<>; quick as they could bring about 
A halt, they'd answer to the shout 
Of those who for a time were placed 
Alone upon the dreary waste. 
For brothers from one truudle-hed, 
Who at one disli have broken bread 
Before a proud and loving mother. 
Are not more prompt to aid each other 
Than are the Brownies to assist 
The poorest member on the list. 
Thus on they went o'er plain and hill 
Without a thought of change until 
They reached a milder clime that gave 
More freedom to that northern wave. 
On cakes of ice that floated free 
The Brownies then put out to sea. 
To cross a gulf or open bay 
That in the line of travel lay. 
Said one: '"We've been on boats before, 
And on a raft two weeks or more. 
With only slippery logs to keep 
Us from the monsters of the deep, 
And thought the trials falling fast 
Around us ne'er could be surpassed, 
But when one comes to take a trip 
Upon an iceberg for a ship. 


That neither has a rudder stout 
Nor spreading sail to help him out, 
But drifts at random to and fro 
Whichever way the tide may go, 
He '11 not be anxious to extend 
His pleasure-trip, you may depend." 



Then heaving up through holes in ice 
Would rise the walrus in a trice, 
And fill each Brownie's heart with fear 
That happened to he beating near. 
Sometimes a bear that thought to make 
A landing on a floating cake, 
Would start at once a tumult great 
And cause the band to emigrate 
Without delay to some new place 
In hopes to shun his close embrace. 
Thus dangers at each step they found 
While through that region floating round 
They had good use for ears and eyes 
And nimble feet, you may surmise, 
But where so many heroes go 
To find a winding-sheet of snow, 


And icy caskel that will last 
Until the resurrection blast, 
The Brownies hardly could expecl 
To find their way with roses decked. 




Sometimes surprises of a kind 
Quite different would stir the mind: 
A ship, abandoned by its crew 
Long years before, would come in view; 
< hi tins the Brownies were not slow- 
To climb about, their skill to show, 



Or strive to study out with care 
What expedition left it there. 
At length against the darkened skies 
They saw rough Mount Yerstova rise, 
Clad in its robes of white and gray 
And overlooking Sitka Bay, 



And then ;i town appeared in sighl 
On which they gazed with greal delight, 
For o'er l he wooden cast le old 
A Wanner brighl a story told 

< >r ownership, 

that all the 
Were sharp 
enough to 
An eagle with its 

pinions wide 
Was hovering o'er 
their nation's 

And on the instant such a note 
Of joy as swelled each Brownie's throat 
Because they had been spared to stand 
Once more upon the glorious land 
From which they bravely started out 
To travel all the world about. 

So there, while high the flag of red 
And white and blue waved overhead, 
In songs of praise the band combined. 
And then one Brownie spoke his mind : 
"Through dangers that came thick and fast 
The Brownies round the world have passed. 
Contending with misfortunes still 
And overcoming every ill, 



sgrouiirij! spare 
p wity jireAfer care 

Thus teaching lessons day by day 
That may be useful in their way." 

Dear reader, now the task is through. 
But ere we part, a word to you — 
Yes, you who traveled hand in hand 
AVith me to watch the Brownie band. 
And listened with attentive ear 
The prattling of the rogues to hear, 
And patiently surveyed the lines 
The pen has traced in these designs, — 
May you prove always stanch and true 
To comrades, and to neighbors, too. 
Be brave when trials fast descend, 
And persevering to the end, 
And, Brownie-like, you may be blessed- 
They seldom fail who do their best. 

V/cHi afnjnelly ^ovs of I ? <inc1. 
/Vow re tires rl;el3rouJni'e band ,