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The Miller Of The Dee
Once upon a time there lived on the banks of the River Dee ...

Bruce And The Spider
There was once a king of Scot-land whose name was Robert Br...

Other Wise Men Of Gotham
One day, news was brought to Gotham that the king was comin...

King John And The Abbot
The 3 Questions. There was once a king of England whose...

King Alfred And The Beggar
At one time the Danes drove King Alfred from his kingdom, a...

The Blind Men And The Elephant
There were once six blind men who stood by the road-side ev...

The Bell Of Atri
A-tri is the name of a little town in It-a-ly. It is a very...

The King And His Hawk
Gen'ghis Khan was a great king and war-rior. He led his ...

The Black Douglas
In Scotland, in the time of King Robert Bruce, there lived ...

Doctor Goldsmith
There was once a kind man whose name was Oliver Gold-smith....

Many years ago there was a poor gentleman shut up in one of...

He Never Smiled Again
The bark that held the prince went down, The sweep...

The Endless Tale
In the Far East there was a great king who had no work to d...

Sir Humphrey Gilbert
More than three hundred years ago there lived in England a ...

George Washington And His Hatchet
When George Wash-ing-ton was quite a little boy, his father...

The Brave Three Hundred
All Greece was in danger. A mighty army, led by the great K...

Antonio Canova
A good many years ago there lived in Italy a little boy who...

The Ungrateful Guest
Among the soldiers of King Philip there was a poor man who ...

The White Ship
King Henry, the Handsome Scholar, had one son, named Willia...

The Barmecide Feast
There was once a rich old man who was called the Bar-me-cid...


One summer day King Max-i-mil'ian of Ba-va'ri-a was walking in the
country. The sun shone hot, and he stopped under a tree to rest.

It was very pleasant in the cool shade. The king lay down on the soft
grass, and looked up at the white clouds sailing across the sky. Then
he took a little book from his pocket and tried to read.

But the king could not keep his mind on his book. Soon his eyes
closed, and he was fast asleep.

It was past noon when he awoke. He got up from his grassy bed, and
looked around. Then he took his cane in his hand, and started for

When he had walked a mile or more, he happened to think of his book.
He felt for it in his pocket. It was not there. He had left it under
the tree.

The king was already quite tired, and he did not like to walk back so
far. But he did not wish to lose the book. What should he do?

If there was only some one to send for it!

While he was thinking, he happened to see a little bare-foot-ed boy in
the open field near the road. He was tending a large flock of geese
that were picking the short grass, and wading in a shallow brook.

The king went toward the boy. He held a gold piece in his hand.

"My boy," he said, "how would you like to have this piece of money?"

"I would like it," said the boy; "but I never hope to have so much."

"You shall have it if you will run back to the oak tree at the second
turning of the road, and fetch me the book that I left there."

The king thought that the boy would be pleased. But not so. He turned
away, and said, "I am not so silly as you think."

"What do you mean?" said the king. "Who says that you are silly?"

"Well," said the boy, "you think that I am silly enough to believe
that you will give me that gold piece for running a mile, and
fetch-ing you a book. You can't catch me."

"But if I give it to you now, perhaps you will believe me," said the
king; and he put the gold piece into the little fellow's hand.

The boy's eyes spar-kled; but he did not move.

"What is the matter now?" said the king. "Won't you go?"

The boy said, "I would like to go; but I can't leave the geese. They
will stray away, and then I shall be blamed for it."

"Oh, I will tend them while you are away," said the king.

The boy laughed. "I should like to see you tending them!" he said.
"Why, they would run away from you in a minute."

"Only let me try," said the king.

At last the boy gave the king his whip, and started off. He had gone
but a little way, when he turned and came back.

"What is the matter now?" said Max-i-mil-ian.

"Crack the whip!"

The king tried to do as he was bidden, but he could not make a sound.

"I thought as much," said the boy. "You don't know how to do

Then he took the whip, and gave the king lessons in whip cracking.
"Now you see how it is done," he said, as he handed it back. "If the
geese try to run away, crack it loud."

The king laughed. He did his best to learn his lesson; and soon the
boy again started off on his errand.

Maximilian sat down on a stone, and laughed at the thought of being a
goose-herd. But the geese missed their master at once. With a great
cac-kling and hissing they went, half flying, half running, across the

The king ran after them, but he could not run fast. He tried to crack
the whip, but it was of no use. The geese were soon far away. What was
worse, they had gotten into a garden, and were feeding on the tender

A few minutes after-ward, the goose boy came back with the book.

"Just as I thought," he said. "I have found the book, and you have
lost the geese."

"Never mind," said the king, "I will help you get them again."

"Well, then, run around that way, and stand by the brook while I drive
them out of the garden."

The king did as he was told. The boy ran forward with his whip, and
after a great deal of shouting and scolding, the geese were driven
back into the meadow.

"I hope you will pardon me for not being a better goose-herd," said
Maximilian; "but, as I am a king, I am not used to such work."

"A king, indeed!" said the boy. "I was very silly to leave the geese
with you. But I am not so silly as to believe that you are a king."

"Very well," said Maximilian, with a smile; "here is another gold
piece, and now let us be friends."

The boy took the gold, and thanked the giver. He looked up into the
king's face and said,--

"You are a very kind man, and I think you might be a good king; but if
you were to try all your life, you would never be a good gooseherd."



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