_Jack’s habit of roaming about――His singular way of satisfying
his curiosity――The story of the whortleberry bush――Frogs,
tadpoles, and lizards――How to see and investigate――The ant
hill――Great days――Dinner._
Here the little fellow sits with his book, for he has now learnt
to read. It is evening, and his mother has gone to see one of the
neighbors, while he sits by the bed of his little sister, to take care
of her, in case she wakes up. How intent he seems in reading his book!
But I must tell you about Jack, when he was quite young, and before he
could read. All children have a deal of curiosity, and they ask a great
many questions of their parents and others. As for instance: What makes
the fire burn? Why does the sun shine? Who made the moon? Why do cats
have ears? &c.
Now, Jack had his share of curiosity too; but he took a way to gratify
it not common among children. He lived in the country, and his father
had several acres of land around the house. Here were high rocks, and
some woods, and a little valley where there was a small pond. There was
also a ploughed field and a garden.
Now, Jack had a fancy for roaming about his father’s grounds, when he
was quite a child, and if I must say it――when he wore petticoats! By
the way, if any of my little friends meet with him, I beg they won’t
say anything about the petticoats, for he is now a man, and might be
ashamed to be reminded of what he once was.
Well, his greatest pleasure was to go alone over the rocks, and through
the woods, and to the little valley. He delighted, particularly, to go
to the pond, and see the frogs, and fishes, and tadpoles, and leeches,
and insects, that made it their home there. He would stand for hours
upon the rocks, quite absorbed in noticing the manners and customs of
these inhabitants of the pond.
Now, Jack was so much in the habit of living out of doors, and walking
about, that the objects he met with became, as it were, companions to
him. He never seemed to feel alone, if only some flowers, or bushes, or
trees were around him. He was never impatient――never restless――never in
a hurry, while sauntering among the objects which nature had created
and thrown in his way.
I will tell you an instance, to show his great satisfaction when he
was among the bushes.
Just after he had learned to talk, a young lady who was staying at his
father’s house, happened to go into the woods, where she found Jack.
He was sitting by the side of a whortleberry bush, which was covered
with green whortleberries. “What are you doing here?” said she to Jack.
“Jack’s waiting for the whortleberries to get ripe!” was his reply.
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