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Whittington And His Cat
The City There was once a little boy whose name was Rich...

King Canute On The Seashore
A hundred years or more after the time of Alfred the Great ...

Sir Philip Sidney
A cruel battle was being fought. The ground was covered wit...

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...

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

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

The Sons Of William The Conqueror
There was once a great king of England who was called Wil-l...

Androclus And The Lion
In Rome there was once a poor slave whose name was An'dro-c...

The Story Of Cincinnatus
There was a man named Cin-cin-na'tus who lived on a little ...

The Story Of William Tell
The people of Swit-zer-land were not always free and happy ...

Horatius At The Bridge
Once there was a war between the Roman people and the E-tru...

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

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

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

Cornelia's Jewels
It was a bright morning in the old city of Rome many hundre...

Arnold Winkelried
A great army was marching into Swit-zer-land. If it should ...

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

There was a great battle at sea. One could hear nothing but...

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


Here is another story of the bat-tle-field, and it is much like the
one which I have just told you.

Not quite a hundred years after the time of Sir Philip Sidney there
was a war between the Swedes and the Danes. One day a great battle was
fought, and the Swedes were beaten, and driven from the field. A
soldier of the Danes who had been slightly wounded was sitting on the
ground. He was about to take a drink from a flask. All at once he
heard some one say,--

"O sir! give me a drink, for I am dying."

It was a wounded Swede who spoke. He was lying on the ground only a
little way off. The Dane went to him at once. He knelt down by the
side of his fallen foe, and pressed the flask to his lips.

"Drink," said he, "for thy need is greater than mine."

Hardly had he spoken these words, when the Swede raised himself on his
elbow. He pulled a pistol from his pocket, and shot at the man who
would have be-friend-ed him. The bullet grazed the Dane's shoulder,
but did not do him much harm.

"Ah, you rascal!" he cried. "I was going to befriend you, and you
repay me by trying to kill me. Now I will punish you. I would have
given you all the water, but now you shall have only half." And with
that he drank the half of it, and then gave the rest to the Swede.

When the King of the Danes heard about this, he sent for the soldier
and had him tell the story just as it was.

"Why did you spare the life of the Swede after he had tried to kill
you?" asked the king.

"Because, sir," said the soldier, "I could never kill a wounded

"Then you deserve to be a no-ble-man," said the king. And he
re-ward-ed him by making him a knight, and giving him a noble title.



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