Books by Thomas W. Knox

THE "BOY TRAVELLERS" SERIES

Copiously Illustrated. Square 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $3.00 per volume.

ADVENTURES OF TWO YOUTHS—

IN THE LEVANT.

IN SOUTHERN EUROPE.

IN CENTRAL EUROPE.

IN NORTHERN EUROPE.

IN GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND.

IN MEXICO.

IN AUSTRALASIA.

ON THE CONGO.

IN THE RUSSIAN EMPIRE.

IN SOUTH AMERICA.

IN CENTRAL AFRICA.

IN EGYPT AND PALESTINE.

IN CEYLON AND INDIA.

IN SIAM AND JAVA.

IN JAPAN AND CHINA.

OTHER BOOKS BY COLONEL KNOX:

Hunting Adventures on Land and Sea

2 vols. Copiously Illustrated. Square 8vo, Cloth, Ornamental, $2.50 each.

THE YOUNG NIMRODS IN NORTH AMERICA.

THE YOUNG NIMRODS AROUND THE WORLD.

There is, perhaps, no way in which young readers can become so truly familiarized with a country, in all its resources and capabilities, as by these books of Mr. Knox's.—Boston Traveller.

Mr. Knox's pictures of mountains and rivers, forests and plains, of people and their customs, modes of life and government, can be marked as accurate. They are not fancy sketches, but actual facts gathered from personal observation and from reliable data.—Chicago Inter-Ocean.

Boy readers have their own favorite authors, and among them Colonel Knox stands in a foremost place. He is a master of the art of adding to the solid facts of geography and history the leaven of boyish imagination, which makes the acquirement of information so agreeable to the mind in its formation period.—Philadelphia Inquirer.

Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York

AN IMPERTINENT SPARROW. "On, Kingfisher, how fares your Queen? The Queenfisher, of course, I mean."

THE MAIN DIFFERENCE.

"Jack the Giant-killer was a very different sort of a person from Jack of the Bean-stalk," said Wilbur. "One raised beans, but the other raised thunder."

CAUGHT IN THE ACT.

"I'm goin' to tell my pa on you," said Johnny Smithers, as the blacksmith pared some of the bone away from the horse's hoof.

"Why? What have I done?" asked the blacksmith.

"You 'ain't got shoes to fit Dobbin, an' you're whittlin' off his feet to suit those you have got."

I love to read of Indian fights— Fights big and rough and bloody, When they are told in story-books— Not in the books I study.

LIKED THE NEW WAY BEST.

"I don't see what's the use of my bothering my head learning to write," quoth Tom. "It's a great deal more fun using a typewriter, and you don't get your clothes all over ink."

DIDN'T CARE FOR THAT KIND.

"How's the ice?" cried Jack.

"Like glass," said Willie.

"Then I'm going home," said Jack. "Glass isn't any good to skate on."

Papa. "Your teacher sent me word saying that you failed in your spelling lesson to-day. What was the cause of this?"

Jack. "I guess, papa, I was spell-bound."

THE VERY BEST ZOO OF ALL.

When daddy's made our bread for us, and comes back home at night, We often have a lot of fun at playing pillow fight; And sometimes when he's not too tired, and isn't feeling blue, He'll get down on the floor with me, and play that he's a zoo. He'll roar and growl and shake his head as if he were a bear, And do it so it really gives my nerves a little scare; And then I climb in mamma's lap, where I'll be safe and sound, And listen to his growling as he ambles all around. Then on a sudden he will change into a tiger bold, And make believe to bite my feet until my blood runs cold, But when he turns himself into a great long-necked giraffe, And nibbles at the chandelier, oh my, how I do laugh! And then he takes his collar off and stretches out his throat, And shoves a sofa pillow up his back beneath his coat, And cries, "Come see the camel now, come watch him prance and jump! And don't forget to fix your eye upon that massive hump!" But best of all the game is when he gets down on all-fours, And 'tends that he's an elephant, and walks out through the doors In search of peanuts, peering round on each and every side, For then I get aboard his back and have a jolly ride. I've been to lots of circuses—I go 'most every year, And see real zoos of every kind from lands both far and near; But never did I see a zoo so really out of sight As that that my dear daddy is, when he comes home at night. Gaston V. Drake.