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ers another time, I will look, to see if there are any bees upon them.”
When her mother got home, some hartshorn was put to Lucy's finger, and soon after it grew easier; and her mother said to Lucy, "I am going to be busy; if you like it, you may go into the garden till dinner time." Lucy thanked her mother, and ran into the garden.
After breakfast Harry's father took him out to walk; they had not walked far, before it began to rain; they made haste to a blacksmith's shop that was near, and stood under the shed before the door. A farmer came riding to the shop, and asked the blacksmith to put a shoe upon his horse; he said the horse had just lost a shoe a little way off, and would be lamed, if he went further on the stones without a shoe.
Sir," said the blacksmith, "I cannot shoe your horse; I have not iron enough I have sent to town for some iron, but the person I have sent, will not be back before night." Perhaps," said the farmer, "
you have an old shoe that may be made to fit my horse." The smith had none. Little Harry, hearing him say so, told his father, that he thought he could find a shoe for the farmer's horse.
His father asked him where he thought he could find a shoe. He said that he had observed something as they came along, which looked like a horse shoe. His father begged the farmer to wait a little while; and then, as the rain had ceased, he walked with Harry on the road
by which they came to the blacksmith's; and Harry looked very carefully. After some time, he found the horse shoe, and brought it back to the smith's shop; but it was not fit to be put again upon the horse's foot, as it had been bent by a wagon wheel which had gone over it.
The farmer thanked Harry; and the blacksmith said he wished that every little boy was as attentive and as useful. He now began to blow his large bellows, which made a roaring noise, and the wind came out of the pipe of the bellows among the coals upon the hearth, and the coals became red, and by degrees, the fire became hotter and hotter, and brighter and brighter.
The smith put the old iron horse shoe into the fire, and after some time it became red, and hot, like the coals; and when the smith thought that the iron was hot enough, he took it out of the fire with a pair of tongs, and put it upon the anvil, and struck it with a heavy hammer. Harry saw that the iron became soft by being made red hot; and he saw that the smith could hammer it into whatever shape he pleased.
When the smith had made the shoe of a proper size and shape, he made some nails to fasten the shoe on the horse's foot.
While the smith was making the nails, the shoe lay on the ground near to the anvil; Harry wanted to take it up, to look at it; but he would not meddle with it without leave.
Another little boy" came into the shop, who stooped down, and took up the shoe in his hand, but he quickly let it drop, roaring out violently,
and said that he was burnt. Whilst he was cry. ing, and blowing his fingers, and pinching and squeezing them to lessen the pain, the smith turned him out of the shop, and told him, if he had not meddled with what did not belong to him, he would not have been hurt. The little boy went away muttering that he did not know black iron would burn him.
Harry had never seen a horse shod before; he was very much surprised to see the smith drive nails into the horse's foot, and to see that the horse did not seem to be hurt by the nails, for the horse did not draw away his foot as if he felt pain.
Harry's father asked him if his nails had ever been cut.
Harry said they had.
Father. Did cutting your nails hurt you?
Father. A horse's hoof is of horn, like your nails; that part of the hoof which has no flesh fastened to it does not feel pain; the outside of the hoof may be cut, and may have nails driven into it without giving any pain to the horse.
The blacksmith, who was paring the horse's hoof, gave a piece of it, which he had cut off, to Harry. Harry felt that it was not so hard as bone, nor so soft as flesh; and the blacksmith told him, that the hoof of a horse grows like the nails of a man, and that horse's hoofs need cutting as much as boy's nails.
When the blacksmith had finished shoeing the horse, he showed Harry a hoof of a dead horse,
which had been taken off the foot, and Harry saw how thick it was where the nails were to be driven,
Harry's father told him it was almost dinner time, and so they walked home.
When Harry and Lucy had eaten their dinner, their mother gave them a book, and Lucy read the following story.
THE LITTLE CHIMNEY SWEEPER AND HIS
A MAN riding near the town of Reading, saw a little chimney sweeper lying in the dirt, who seemed to be in great pain. The man asked the chimney sweeper what was the matter; the poor boy answered that he had fallen down and hurt himself very much.
The man was very kind; he got off his horse and put the chimney sweeper upon it, and walked beside the horse, and held the boy on till he came to Reading He then carried the boy to the house of an old woman, and sent for a surgeon. The surgeon examined the boy, and said he had broken his arm, and hurt his leg.
The surgeon set the broken arm; and the man paid him for it; the man also gave the woman some money to pay her for the trouble she would have in taking care of the boy, and to pay her for the food the boy would eat, before he could be well, and able to work, and earn money for himself. Then the man went to his house which was a long way off. The boy soon got well, and earned his living by sweeping chimneys at Reading.
Some years after, this good man was riding through Reading, and his horse took fright upon a bridge, and jumped into the water with the man on his back; the man could not swim, and the people who saw him tumble in, were afraid to jump in after him, to pull him out. A chimney sweeper, who was going by, saw him, and without stopping a moment, threw himself into the river, and seizing hold of the man, dragged him out of the water, and saved him from being drowned. When the man was safe on the bank, and was going to thank the chimney sweeper, he remembered that he was the same chimney sweeper whom he had taken care of a few years before, and who had now exposed his own life to save that of his benefactor.
When Lucy had done reading, her mother asked Harry which he liked best-the man who had taken care of the chimney sweeper whom he did not know, or the chimney sweeper who had saved the life of the man whom he knew, and who had taken care of him when his arm was broken.
Harry said, he liked the chimney sweeper best, because he was grateful, and ventured his life to save that of the man who had been kind to him.
Lucy said, she liked the other man best, because he was humane, and took care of the poor little boy who had nobody to take care of him; and from whom he could not expect any be.nefit.