The Beacon Second Reader eBook

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After their work was done the bakers used to have a morning nap, but the baker boys had to stay awake and watch the loaves of bread.

Two of these boys, named Hans and Fritz, were fast friends and were always together.

One morning, just at sunrise, Hans said to Fritz, “Let us creep upon the wall over the gatekeeper’s house.  I think we can find some honey.  The old gatekeeper is asleep; he will not hear us.”

The two boys crept softly up the stairs.

They soon reached the top of the wall.

“Did you hear that noise?” whispered Fritz.

“Yes, it must be the old gatekeeper,” said Hans, in a low voice.

“No, it seems to come from over the wall,” said Fritz.

The two boys crawled to the edge of the wall and carefully looked over.

There stood the army of Lintz.

A ladder was placed against the wall.

The soldiers would soon mount over the gate into the city.

What was to be done?

There was no time to wake the people.

What could two boys do against an army?

In an instant Fritz thought of the beehives.

Ah, the bees were awake if the people were not!

Each boy seized a hive and bore it carefully to the edge of the wall.

Then with a strong push down tumbled hives, honey, and bees upon the heads of the enemy.

Such buzzing, such stinging, such shouting as arose!

The boys ran down the stairs to the city hall.

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The old bell ringer was aroused by the cries.

Soon the wild clang of the bell awoke the people of Andernach.

Armed men ran to the city gate, but the bees had done their work well. 
There was no need for soldiers.

The army of Lintz was running away.

Over the great gate the people of Andernach placed a statue of the two baker boys whose quick wit had saved the city.

German Folk Tale

    FALLING SNOW

    See the pretty snowflakes
      Falling from the sky;
    On the wall and housetops
      Soft and thick they lie.

    On the window ledges,
      On the branches bare;
    Now how fast they gather,
      Filling all the air.

    Look into the garden,
      Where the grass was green;
    Covered by the snowflakes,
      Not a blade is seen.

    Now the bare black bushes
      All look soft and white,
    Every twig is laden,—­
      What a pretty sight!

    ANONYMOUS

LITTLE GOODY TWO SHOES

All the world must know that Two Shoes was not her real name.  No; her father’s name was Meanwell, and he was for many years a well-to-do farmer.

While Margery (for that was her real name) was yet a little girl her father became very poor.  He was so poor that at last he and Margery’s mother and Margery and her little brother were all turned out of doors.  They did not have a roof to cover their heads.

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