William and Eliza; or, The Visit (Bath, NY: R. L. Underhill & Co., n. d.)
R. L. UNDERHILL & Co.
BATH, N. Y.
WILLIAM AND ELIZA.
William and Eliza had left New York city with their father, to spend a few days at their uncle’s, near Hackensack, and amuse themselves with walking in the orchards and meadows.
This is a charming place, said Mr. Seaton to his children. See how green the grass is. Run about and try how many sorts
you can find, for it is now in blossom. You have got eight sorts. Eliza has quite a nosegay; red, blue, yellow, and white flowers.
Cows, horses, and sheep eat grass; but they do not eat it all in that state; a great deal is cut down with a scythe, which is called mowing. The haymakers then turn it over and over to
dry it, and make hay of it, with which they feed the cattle during the winter season.
Now we will take leave of the meadow, and go into the wheat field. Look, children, this is wheat: I put this in my pocket, which grew last year, on purpose to show you what this that grows here will come to. Rub it with your hands; blow the chaff off; give me one seed. This is called a grain of wheat. Observe, there are a great many stalks from one root, and yet the whole grew from one single grain, which grew last fall, and remained covered with the earth and snow all the winter.
This which grows now will be ripened by the sun, and look like that which you rubbed to pieces; then it will be cut down with a sickle or cradle, and tied up in bundles called sheaves, and carried to the barn, where it will be thrashed, cleaned from the chaff, and sent to the miller; he will grind it into flour, which
will be sold to the baker, who will make it into bread; but we must leave some for puddings and pies.
Only think, William, what quantities of grain must be sown every year to furnish bread for so many thousand people as are in New York. But, dear Eliza, I think you have tired yourself, and William seems to have done so too; therefore let us all sit down on this grassy bank, and rest ourselves.
What a fine spreading oak this is, which serves to shade us so comfortably from the sun. See what a number of acorns hang upon it; they are excellent food for hogs. But do not
think that the stately oak is good for nothing but to supply them with food; it is of the greatest use to us. How large it is! it is bigger round than a man’s body; it has many hundreds of branches, thousands of acorns, and still more leaves. It has great roots, which strike deep into the ground, and spread all round at the bottom; they keep
it from being blown down by the violent gusts of wind which it frequently has to encounter; and it is through the roots that the moisture of the earth nourishes it, and keeps it alive.
This great tree grew at first from a little acorn, such as one of those now growing on it.
On their return, they came to the orchard. How regularly the trees are planted! See the little apples hanging on every branch, not yet ripe; they will be much larger, and most of them have red cheeks; such as are sold at Washington market.
Being now summoned to tea, they obeyed, much pleased with the excursion of the afternoon.
AT ONE CENT EACH.
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Cinderella, or the Glass Slippers
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Death of Cock Robin
History of the Giants
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Old Woman and her Pig
Pretty Picture Alphabet
History of Tom Thumb
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William and Eliza, or the Visit.