Childrens Books

  • Aesops Aesops Fables

    Aesop's Fables, or the Aesopica, is a collection of fables credited to Aesop, a slave and storyteller who lived in ancient Greece between 620 and 564 BCE.

    THE WOLF AND THE KID There was once a little Kid whose growing horns made him think hewas a grown-up Billy Goat and able to take care of himself. Soone evening when the flock started home from the pasture and hismother called, the Kid paid no heed and kept right on nibbling the tender grass. A little later when he lifted his head, the flock was gone. He was all alone. The sun was sinking. Long shadows came creeping over the ground. Continue reading

    Aesop Aesops Fables

  • Beatrix Potter's Big Treasury

    THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail,and Peter. They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of avery big fir-tree. "Now, my dears," said old Mrs.Rabbit one morning, "you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor." "Now run along, and don't get into mischief.

    I am going out. "Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker's. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns. Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather black-berries; But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gate! First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes;

    And then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley. But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr.McGregor! Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, "Stop thief." Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the wayback to the gate. Continue reading

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    Beatrix Potter's Big Treasury

  • Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales

    THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of new clothes, that he spent all his money in dress. He did not trouble himself in the least about his soldiers; nor didhe care to go either to the theatre or the chase, except for the opportunities then afforded him for displaying his new clothes. He had a different suit for each hour of the day; and as of anyother king or emperor, one is accustomed to say,

    "he is sitting in council," it was always said ofhim, "The Emperor is sitting in his wardrobe." Time passed merrily in the large town which was his capital; strangers arrived every day at the court. One day, two rogues, calling themselves weavers, made their appearance. They gave out that they knew how to weave stuffs of the most beautiful colours and elaborate patterns, the clothes manufactured from which should have the wonderful property of

    remaining invisible to everyone who was unfit for the office he held, or who was extraordinarily simple in character. "These must, indeed, be splendid clothes!" thought the Emperor. "Had I such a suit, I might at once find out what men in my realms are unfit for their office, and also be able to distinguish the wise from the foolish! This stuff must be woven for me immediately." Continue reading


    Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales

  • Rudyard Kipling Just So Stories

    IN the sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab and the dab, and the plaice and the dace, and the skate and his mate, and the mackereel and the pickereel, and the really truly twirly-whirly eel. All the fishes he could find in all the sea he ate with his mouth - so!

    Till at last there was only one small fish left in all the sea, and he was a small 'Stute Fish, and he swam a little behind the Whale's right ear, so as to be out of harm's way. Then the Whale stood up on his tail and said, 'I'm hungry.' And the small 'Stute Fish said in a small 'stute voice 'Noble and generous Cetacean, have you ever tasted Man?

    'No,' said the Whale. 'What is it like?'
    'Nice,' said the small 'Stute Fish. 'Nice but nubbly.' Continue reading

    Rudyard Kipling Just So Stories

  • Swazi Tales George




    MANY, many years ago there lived a poor man, named Setuli, who was deaf and dumb. He had never been able to speak, or understand anything but signs from his birth, and was despised by all his brothers and sisters.

    Although he was the son of a powerful Chief, no one so much as looked at him, and he could never hope to win a bride or have a home of his own. He had but one friend, an elder brother, who gave him food and shelter, and was always kind to him.

    This brother was already old, and was known as a great magician he knew the properties of every herb, and the wonderful powers possessed by birds and beasts. When he went to search for magic roots he always took Setuli with him, for he found his eyes were quicker than those of any man in the country-side, and his fingers more deft. Continue reading

    Swazi Tales Uncle George

  • Traditional Afrikaaner Bush Tales

    Why Old Baboon has
    that Kink in his Tail

    The day was hot, and the koppies simmered blue and brown along the Vaal River. Noon hadcome, dinner was done. "Allah Mattie!" said the grey old kitchen boy to himself, as hestretched to sleep in the shade of the mimosa behind the house. "Allah Mattie! but it near break my back in dem tobacco lands dis mawnin'. I sleep now."

    He stretched himself with a slow groan of pleasure, settling his face upon his hands as he lay, soaking in comfort. In three minutes he was asleep. But round the corner of the house came the three children, the eldest a ten-year-old, the youngest six. With a whoop and a dash the eldest flung himself astride the old Hottentot's back,the youngest rode the legs behind, while the girl, the eight-year-old with the yellow hair and the blue eyes, darted to the old man's head

    and caught him fast with both hands. Continue reading


    Traditional Afrikaaner Bush Tales

  • Indian Fairy Tales

    The Lion and the Crane

    The Bodhisatta was at one time born in the region of Himavanta as a white crane; now Brahmadatta was at that time reigning in Benares. Now it chanced that as a lion was eating meat a bone stuck in his throat.

    The throat became swollen, he could not take food, his suffering was terrible. The crane seeing him, as he was perched on a tree looking for food, asked, "What ails thee, friend?" He told him why. "I could free thee from that bone, friend, but dare not enter thy mouth for fear thou mightest eat me." "Don't be afraid, friend, I'll not eat thee; only save my life."

    "Very well," says he, and caused him to lie down on his left side. But thinking to himself, "Who knows what this fellow will do," he placed a small stick upright between his two jaws that he could not close his mouth, and inserting his head inside his mouth struck one end of the bone with his beak. Whereupon the bone dropped and fell out.

    From the extreme West of the Indo-European world, we go this year to the extreme East. From the soft rain and green turf of Gaeldom, we seek the garish sun and arid soil of the Hindoo. In the Land of Ire, the belief in fairies, gnomes, ogres and monsters is all but dead; in the Land of Ind it still flourishes in all the vigour of animism.Soils and national characters differ; but fairy tales are the same in plot and incidents, if not in treatment. The majority of the tales in this volume have been known in the West in some form or other, Continue reading

    Indian Fairy Tales

  • Alice In Wonderland Lewis Carrol

    Down the Rabbit-Hole
    Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?'

    So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worththe trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyesran close by her. There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!'

    (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet Continue reading

    Alice In Wonderland Lewis Carrol

  • J. Verne Around The World In Eighty Days

    Chapter I
    Mr. Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in whichSheridan died in 1814. He was one of the most noticeable members of the Reform Club, thoughhe seemed always to avoid attracting attention;

    an enigmatical personage, about whom littlewas known, except that he was a polished man of the world. People said that he resembled Byron at least that his head was Byronic; but he was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who mightlive on a thousand years without growing old. Certainly an Englishman, it was more doubtful whether Phileas Fogg was a Londoner. He wasnever seen on 'Change, nor at the Bank, nor in the counting-rooms of the "City";

    no ships evercame into London docks of which he was the owner; he had no public employment; he hadnever been entered at any of the Inns of Court, either at the Temple, or Lincoln's Inn, or Gray'sInn; nor had his voice ever resounded in the Court of Chancery, or in the Exchequer, or theQueen's Bench, or the Ecclesiastical Courts. He certainly was not a manufacturer; nor was he amerchant or a gentleman farmer. Continue reading


    Holden Catfield is a seventeen-year-old dropout who has just been kicked out of his fourth school. Navigating his way through the challenges of growing up, Holden dissects the 'phony' aspects of society.

    J. Verne Around The World In Eighty Days

  • J. M. Barrie Peter & Wendy (Peter Pan)

    Chapter 1
    All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in agarden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!"

    This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end. Of course they lived at 14 [their house number on their street], and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth.

    Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner. Continue reading

    J. M. Barrie Peter & Wendy (Peter Pan)

  • Through The Looking Glass Lewis Carroll


    Looking-Glass houseOne thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it:- it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it COULDN'T have had any hand in the mischief.

    The way Dinah washed her children's faces was this: first she held the poor thing down by its ear with one paw, and then with the other paw she rubbed its face all over, the wrong way, beginning at the nose: and just now, as I said, she was hard at work on the white kitten, which was lying quite still and trying to purr - no doubt feeling that it was all meant for its good.

    But the black kitten had been finished with earlier in the afternoon, and so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a corner of the great armchair, half talking to herself and half asleep, the kitten had been having a grand game of romps with the ball of worsted Alice had been trying to wind up, and had been rolling it up and down till it had all come undone again; and there it was, spread over the hearth-rug, all knots and tangles, with Continue reading

    Through The Looking Glass Lewis Carroll

  • Rudyard Kipling The Jungle Book

    Mowgli's Brothers
    Now Rann the Kite brings home the night
    That Mang the Bat sets free-
    The herds are shut in byre and hut
    For loosed till dawn are we.
    This is the hour of pride and power,
    Talon and tush and claw.
    Oh, hear the call! Good hunting all
    That keep the Jungle Law!
    Night-Song in the Jungle

    It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke upfrom his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived.

    "Augrh!" said Father Wolf. "It is time to hunt again." He was going to spring downhill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: "Good luck gowith you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world." Continue reading


    Rudyard Kipling The Jungle Book

  • Edith Nesbit The Enchanted Castle

    There were three of them Jerry, Jimmy, and Kathleen. Of course,Jerry's name was Gerald, and not Jeremiah, whatever you may think; and Jimmy's name was James; and Kathleen was never called by her name at all, but Cathy, or Catty, or Puss Cat, whenher brothers were pleased with her, and Scratch Cat when theywere not pleased. And they were at school in a little town in the West of England the boys at one school, of course, and the girl at another,

    because the sensible habit of having boys and girls at the same school is not yet as common as I hope it will be some day They used to see each other on Saturdays and Sundays at the house of a kind maiden lady; but it was one of those houses where it is impossible to play You know the kind of house, don't you? There is a sort of a something about that kind of house that makes you hardly able even to talk to each other when you are left alone,

    and playing seems unnatural and affected. So they looked forward to the holidays, when they should all go home and be together all day long, in a house where playing was natural and conversation possible, and where the Hampshire forests and fields were full of interesting things to do and see Continue reading

    Edith Nesbit The Enchanted Castle