Two Little Savages (Dover Children's Classics)
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This is one of the great classics of nature and boyhood by one of America's foremost nature experts. It presents a vast range of woodlore in the most palatable of forms, a genuinely delightful story. It will provide many hours of good reading for any child who likes the out-of-doors, and will teach him or her many interesting facts of nature, as well as a number of practical skills. It will be sure to awaken an interest in the outdoor world in any youngster who has not yet discovered the fascination of nature.
The story concerns two farm boys who build a teepee in the woods and persuade the grownups to let them live in it for a month. During that time they learn to prepare their own food, build a fire without matches, use an axe expertly, make a bed out of boughs; they learn how to "smudge" mosquitoes, how to get clear water from a muddy pond, how to build a dam, how to know the stars, how to find their way when they get lost; how to tell the direction of the wind, blaze a trail, distinguish animal tracks, protect themselves from wild animals; how to use Indian signals, make moccasins, bows and arrows, Indian drums and war bonnets; how to know the trees and plants, and how to make dyes from plants and herbs. They learn all about the habits of various birds and animals, how they get their food, who their enemies are and how they protect themselves from them.
Most of this information is not generally available in books, and could be gained otherwise only by years of life and experience in suitable surroundings. Yet Mr. Thompson Seton explains it so vividly and fully, with so many clear, marginal illustrations through the book, that the reader will finish "Two Little Savages" with an enviable knowledge of trees, plants, wild-life, woodlore, Indian crafts and arts, and survival information for the wilds. All of this is presented through a lively narrative that has as its heroes two real boys, typically curious about everything in the world around them, eager to outdo each other in every kind of endeavor. The exciting adventures that befall them during their stay in the woods are just the sort of thing that will keep a young reader enthralled and will stimulate his or her imagination at every turn.
door was slammed with ominous force. Sam, quite unabashed, looked at Yan and winked, then knocked. The bark of a small dog answered. He knocked again. A sound now of some one moving within, but no answer. A third time he knocked, then a shrill voice:“Get out o’ that. Get aff my place, you dirthy young riff-raff.” Sam grinned at Yan. Then drawling a little more than usual, he said: “It’s a poor boy, Granny. The doctors can’t do nothin’ for him,” which last, at least, was quite true. There was
asked. “Wall,” said Caleb, still addressing Yan, “the long rope that binds the poles is carried down under, and fastened tight to a stake that serves for anchor, ’sides the edge of the cover is pegged to the ground all around.” “How do you make the smoke draw?” was his next. “Ye swing the flaps by changing the poles till they is quartering down the wind. That draws best.” “How do you close the door?” “Wall, some jest lets the edges sag together, but the best teepees has a door made of the
you knew every bird that flies and all about it,” replied his companion, for the memory of this first day was strong with him yet. Sam snorted:“1 didn’t know you then. I was just loadin’ you up so you’d think I was a wonderful feller, an’ you did, too—for awhile.” A Red-headed Woodpecker, carrying a yellow butterfly, flew on a fence stake ahead of them and peeped around as they drew near. The setting sun on his bright plumage, the lilac stake and the yellow butterfly, completed a most gorgeous
’barrun’ and soon reappeared with three eggs. “B’iled or fried?” “Boiled,” said Yan, aiming to keep to the safe side. Biddy looked around for a pot. “Shure, that’s b’ilin’ now,” said Granny, pointing to the great mass of her undergarments seething in the boiler, and accordingly the eggs were dropped in there. Yan fervently prayed that they might not break. As it was, two did crack open, but he got the other one, and that was virtually his dinner. A Purple Blackbird came hopping in the door
buildin’ to test.” More papers were pawed over. “Yahn, how’s this—double as many children, one teacher an’ the buildin’ so an’ so.” Yan figured a minute and said, “Twenty-five feet each.” “Thar, didn’t I tell ye,” thundered Raften;“didn’t I say that that dhirty swindler of an architect was playing us into the conthractor’s hands—thought we wuz simple—a put-up job, the hull durn thing. Luk at it ! They’re nothing but a gang of thieves.” Yan glanced at the plan that was being flourished in the