| Among the Meadow People|
|by Clara Dillingham Pierson|
|Delightful stories of field life for young children, relating incidents in the lives of birds, insects, and other small creatures who make the meadow their home. Each chapter features the story of one animal in its daily activities and interactions with the other animals inhabiting the meadow. Ages 5-7 |
 IN one corner of the meadow lived a fat old Cricket, who
thought a great deal of himself. He had such a big, shining
body, and a way of chirping so very loudly, that nobody
could ever forget where he lived. He was a very good sort of
Cricket, too, ready to say the most pleasant things to
everybody, yet, sad to relate, he had a dreadful habit of
boasting. He had not always lived in the meadow, and he
liked to tell of the wonderful things he had seen and done
when he was younger and lived up near the white farm-house.
When he told these stories of what he had done, the big
Crickets around him
 would not say much, but just sit and
look at each other. The little Crickets, however, loved to
hear him talk, and would often come to the door of his house
(which was a hole in the ground), to beg him to tell them
One evening he said he would teach them a few things that
all little Crickets should know. He had them stand in a row,
and then began: "With what part of your body do you eat?"
"With our mouths," all the little Crickets shouted.
"With what part of your body do you run and leap?"
"Our legs," they cried.
"Do you do anything else with your legs?"
"We clean ourselves with them," said one.
"We use them and our mouths to make our houses in the
ground," said another.
 "Oh yes, and we hear with our two front legs," cried one
bright little fellow.
"That is right," answered the fat old Cricket. "Some
creatures hear with things called ears, that grow on the
sides of their heads, but for my part, I think it much nicer
to hear with one's legs, as we do."
"Why, how funny it must be not to hear with one's legs, as
we do," cried all the little Crickets together.
"There are a great many queer things to be seen in the great
world," said their teacher. "I have seen some terribly big
creatures with only two legs and no wings whatever."
"How dreadful!" all the little Crickets cried.
"We wouldn't think
they could move about at all."
"It must be very hard to do so," said their teacher; "I was
very sorry for them," and he spread out his own wings and
stretched his six legs to show how he enjoyed them.
 "But how can they sing if they have no wings?" asked the
bright little Cricket.
"They sing through their mouths, in much the same way that
the birds have to. I am sure it must be much easier to sing
by rubbing one's wings together, as we do," said the fat old
teacher. "I could tell you many queer things about these
two-legged creatures, and the houses in which they live, and
perhaps some day I will. There are other large four-legged
creatures around their homes that are very terrible, but, my
children, I was never afraid of any of them. I am one of the
truly brave people who are never frightened, no matter how
terrible the sight. I hope, children, that you will always
be brave, like me. If anything should scare you, do not jump
or run away. Stay right where you are, and——"
But the little Crickets never heard the rest of what their
teacher began to say, for at that minute Brown Bess, the
 through a broken fence toward the spot where the
Crickets were. The teacher gave one shrill "chirp," and
scrambled down his hole. The little Crickets fairly tumbled
over each other in their hurry to get away, and the fat old
Cricket, who had been out in the great world, never again
talked to them about being brave.
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