You sang to me, Dear, in the nights far away,When the dews of the dusk kissed the rose-lips of May,And the dews of your lips were as soft as the dew,And your eyes were as bright as the stars over you!
You sang to me, Dear, in the nights far away,When the dews of the dusk kissed the rose-lips of May,And the dews of your lips were as soft as the dew,And your eyes were as bright as the stars over you!
O, the morn and the noon and the night, when your lipsIn the sweetest of raptures brought sorrow's eclipse!They have died with the years on the deserts of men,Yet your heart to my heart sings the love-songs again!
O, the morn and the noon and the night, when your lipsIn the sweetest of raptures brought sorrow's eclipse!They have died with the years on the deserts of men,Yet your heart to my heart sings the love-songs again!
And the blossoms still bloom on the beautiful wayWhere the dews of the dusk kiss the rose-lips of May,And the noon and the night from the far away shoreSing the songs that you sang, to my heart evermore!
And the blossoms still bloom on the beautiful wayWhere the dews of the dusk kiss the rose-lips of May,And the noon and the night from the far away shoreSing the songs that you sang, to my heart evermore!
A bar-room full of laughter is more attractive than a home used for rag-chewing.
If a man stops to try on every shoe that fits him, he won't get dressed in time to build the fires in the morning.
Strength to do and to endure is the rich, ripe fruit of trial and struggle, grown only in the gardens of supreme courage.
Jist a-wushin' fer the grassWhayre the brook's a-brimmin'An' the tow-head fellers thayreStrippin' off fer swimmin'!Wushin' fer to be a boyIn the laughin' lan's o' joy,Whayre the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy!Wushin' fer the fields o' green,Cow-bells jingle, jangle,An' the kids thayre on the swingIn the tree-tops' tangle!Wushin' fer to be a boyWhayre no sorrows fun destroy,An' the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy!Wushin' fer a fishin pole,Whayre the swallers chatter,An' the Bob-whites come an' callThrough the cat-bird's clatter!Wushin' still to be a boyWhayre no grown-ups bring annoy,An' the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy!Jist a-wushin'! Only that,Fer tho perished pleasures!Jist a-wushin'! Fer the yearsAn' their squandered treasures!Wushin' still to be a boyWith the wide world fer a toy,While the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy!
Jist a-wushin' fer the grassWhayre the brook's a-brimmin'An' the tow-head fellers thayreStrippin' off fer swimmin'!Wushin' fer to be a boyIn the laughin' lan's o' joy,Whayre the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy!
Wushin' fer the fields o' green,Cow-bells jingle, jangle,An' the kids thayre on the swingIn the tree-tops' tangle!Wushin' fer to be a boyWhayre no sorrows fun destroy,An' the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy!
Wushin' fer a fishin pole,Whayre the swallers chatter,An' the Bob-whites come an' callThrough the cat-bird's clatter!Wushin' still to be a boyWhayre no grown-ups bring annoy,An' the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy!
Jist a-wushin'! Only that,Fer tho perished pleasures!Jist a-wushin'! Fer the yearsAn' their squandered treasures!Wushin' still to be a boyWith the wide world fer a toy,While the rain-bows ring the medders with a rosy rim of joy!
What's the use to worry?Joy is coming nigh:Got the patches plantedFor the melons bye and bye!What's the use to worry?Trust the rain and sky;They will stuff the melonsFull of heaven bye and bye!
What's the use to worry?Joy is coming nigh:Got the patches plantedFor the melons bye and bye!
What's the use to worry?Trust the rain and sky;They will stuff the melonsFull of heaven bye and bye!
When the cow-path fades, the section line appears.
The testimony in a contest case is often a startling work of fiction.
The booth certificate and the lottery number are worthless to the fellow that won't hustle.
Took a walk one day to hearMister Blue-bird sing;Found old Winter sittin' thereIn the lap of Spring!"Mister Winter!" So I said,"Guess you'd better hike!Give the lady here a chanceAt the rosy pike!"
Took a walk one day to hearMister Blue-bird sing;Found old Winter sittin' thereIn the lap of Spring!
"Mister Winter!" So I said,"Guess you'd better hike!Give the lady here a chanceAt the rosy pike!"
Loafin' in the sunshine,On a grassy bed,Dreamin' of the melonsAn' their hearts of red!Loafin' in the sunshine,—That is what I said!Mockin'-bird a-singin',Tree-tops overhead!Loafin' in the sunshine!All the cares are dead,Thinkin' of the melonsAn' their hearts of red!Loafin' in the sunshine,—Work an' worry fled!Heart's a-dancin' hoe-downsWith the roses red!
Loafin' in the sunshine,On a grassy bed,Dreamin' of the melonsAn' their hearts of red!
Loafin' in the sunshine,—That is what I said!Mockin'-bird a-singin',Tree-tops overhead!
Loafin' in the sunshine!All the cares are dead,Thinkin' of the melonsAn' their hearts of red!
Loafin' in the sunshine,—Work an' worry fled!Heart's a-dancin' hoe-downsWith the roses red!
"Ah tole yuh, boss, dat book whut yuh calls de Bible ain't no frien' to de cullud people," said Black Mose in a sceptical moment.
"Why, how is that Mose," said the preacher.
"Bekaze it doan't hol' no encouragement out foh de cullud sinnah! Now, ef Hebben wuz a place full ob banjoes en wohtah-millions, all de black raskels would suah come eh-runnin' to de moahneh's bench so fas' dey coulden' be bapsoused!" And the old man slouched away full of indignation at the barrenness of the heavenly promises.
Only the chemical tests of the long years can determine the true success or the utter failure,—the worth of a great deed or the nothingness of a mean act. The world's esteemed immortals have survived the shadows of oblivion only because of precious deeds they wrought for fellow men. The rags of yesterday are exchanged for purple robes as the centuries pass, while the crowns of today fade and crumble into forgetfulness. No man succeeds because he becomes a king or fails because he remains a peasant.
Up and down the world I've wandered, over land and over sea,With the rivers rolling under and the mountains over me,And as sure as truth is certain, you will find this saying so:When the prairies grab a feller, they will never let him go!For there's something in the stretches of the plains that comes and takesAll the loves and all the longings for their own exalted sakes,And the man that gets to breathing of their glories day and nightFinds the prairies hold his heartstrings in a grip that's good and tight.He may tread the balsam forests with their whiffs of fir and pine;He may sail the tossing oceans and inhale their breaths of brine;He may walk the rosy valleys, climb the mountains to the snow,But if once the prairies grab him they will never let him go!Ever see the sun rise proudly from the prairie's naked rimFilling up the world of wonder till it overflows the brim?'Tis a glory that's unrivaled! 'Tis a most exalted sight,And the prairies that present it come and grab you good and tight!O, the grandeur of the prairies! O, the seas of grassy plain!How they soothe with satisfaction all the hopes of heart and brain!'Tis a truth beyond disputing, and your own heart says it's so:When the prairies grab a feller, they will never let him go!
Up and down the world I've wandered, over land and over sea,With the rivers rolling under and the mountains over me,And as sure as truth is certain, you will find this saying so:When the prairies grab a feller, they will never let him go!
For there's something in the stretches of the plains that comes and takesAll the loves and all the longings for their own exalted sakes,And the man that gets to breathing of their glories day and nightFinds the prairies hold his heartstrings in a grip that's good and tight.
He may tread the balsam forests with their whiffs of fir and pine;He may sail the tossing oceans and inhale their breaths of brine;He may walk the rosy valleys, climb the mountains to the snow,But if once the prairies grab him they will never let him go!
Ever see the sun rise proudly from the prairie's naked rimFilling up the world of wonder till it overflows the brim?'Tis a glory that's unrivaled! 'Tis a most exalted sight,And the prairies that present it come and grab you good and tight!
O, the grandeur of the prairies! O, the seas of grassy plain!How they soothe with satisfaction all the hopes of heart and brain!'Tis a truth beyond disputing, and your own heart says it's so:When the prairies grab a feller, they will never let him go!
The man who has only two hands has none to spare for his neighbor's business.
Some people get up and fool around in the dark so they can grumble at the lack of sunshine.
The man who laughs in the sunshine and sleeps when the shadows fall will never suffer much with the heart-ache.
The raptures grow the blossomsOver all the fields of May,And they bring the birds with musicJust to sing the time away;O, brother, lift your voiceIn the anthems that rejoiceWhile the roses rim the meadows of the morning!The glad hearts send the gladnessOver all the fields we go,And the glory of the sunshineBrightens all the world we know;O, brothers, come along!Let us sing the rain-bow songWhile the roses rim the meadows of the morning!The good Lord gives his bountiesTo his children through the years,And his gifts of love and laborConquer all the griefs and tears;O, brother, bye and byeWe shall reach the home on highWhile the roses rim the meadows of the morning!
The raptures grow the blossomsOver all the fields of May,And they bring the birds with musicJust to sing the time away;O, brother, lift your voiceIn the anthems that rejoiceWhile the roses rim the meadows of the morning!
The glad hearts send the gladnessOver all the fields we go,And the glory of the sunshineBrightens all the world we know;O, brothers, come along!Let us sing the rain-bow songWhile the roses rim the meadows of the morning!
The good Lord gives his bountiesTo his children through the years,And his gifts of love and laborConquer all the griefs and tears;O, brother, bye and byeWe shall reach the home on highWhile the roses rim the meadows of the morning!
Here's a road that's never long,Where it leads awayThrough the blossom and the songTo the fields of May!There the rain-bow bends aboveBags of gold, they say;And there's laughter, light and loveIn the fields of May!Here's the road that's never long!Come and let's away,Through the blossom and the songTo the fields of May!
Here's a road that's never long,Where it leads awayThrough the blossom and the songTo the fields of May!
There the rain-bow bends aboveBags of gold, they say;And there's laughter, light and loveIn the fields of May!
Here's the road that's never long!Come and let's away,Through the blossom and the songTo the fields of May!
With all the strife and struggle after riches, the greatest joys of life are forever more the gifts of nature, within the reach of rich and poor alike, and beyond the measurings of gold. The clear sky and the green grass, the sunshine of the noon, and the dew of the morning, the blossom and the bird-song, good health and sound sleep, and the love of a man for a woman and of a woman for a man,—these have no prices in the catalogues of wealth and poverty alike.
This life, my dear, is a varied journeyAnd most of its ways are queer,But those who laugh through its work and wonderWill find that it holds good cheer;And whether we laugh or languishAnd whether we sigh or sing,I am sure that stillThere is good for illAnd the flash of an angel wing!The world, my dear, and the folk that use itCare naught for our waste or worth;The smile and sorrow of hope and hurryAre small to the brave old earth;And whether with pain or pleasureAnd whether with smiles or tears,There is something gladFor the dark and sad,And we go to the blessed years.The deeds, my dear, that we faint in doing,The dreams that we catch and cherish,To those that walk in the ways beside usAre naught when they fall and perish;But whether they fail or triumphAnd whether the rue or rose,To the hearts that holdThey are more than goldTill the years of the gods unclose.It's up, my dear, with the purple morning,And death to the heart's annoy;No stop nor stay on the endless journeyTo rest on the hills of joy!And whether the paths are easyAnd whether the roads are long,There is rapture stillFor the ache and ill,As we wander the ways with song!Yes, life, my dear, is a varied journeyAnd most of its ways are queer,But those who laugh as they wander onwardWill find that it holds good cheer;And whether we laugh or languishAnd whether we sigh or sing,I am sure that stillThere is good for illAnd the flash of an angel wing!
This life, my dear, is a varied journeyAnd most of its ways are queer,But those who laugh through its work and wonderWill find that it holds good cheer;And whether we laugh or languishAnd whether we sigh or sing,I am sure that stillThere is good for illAnd the flash of an angel wing!
The world, my dear, and the folk that use itCare naught for our waste or worth;The smile and sorrow of hope and hurryAre small to the brave old earth;And whether with pain or pleasureAnd whether with smiles or tears,There is something gladFor the dark and sad,And we go to the blessed years.
The deeds, my dear, that we faint in doing,The dreams that we catch and cherish,To those that walk in the ways beside usAre naught when they fall and perish;But whether they fail or triumphAnd whether the rue or rose,To the hearts that holdThey are more than goldTill the years of the gods unclose.
It's up, my dear, with the purple morning,And death to the heart's annoy;No stop nor stay on the endless journeyTo rest on the hills of joy!And whether the paths are easyAnd whether the roads are long,There is rapture stillFor the ache and ill,As we wander the ways with song!
Yes, life, my dear, is a varied journeyAnd most of its ways are queer,But those who laugh as they wander onwardWill find that it holds good cheer;And whether we laugh or languishAnd whether we sigh or sing,I am sure that stillThere is good for illAnd the flash of an angel wing!
What's the use to beckon troubleAs you journey down the road?Life will find its burdens doubleIf it cherishes the load!Keep a smile and be contentedWith the favors fortune sends,And the joys will romp around youTill the sad time ends.What's the use to keep complainingAt the gifts the good days bring?For each tear that flows from heart-acheThere's a hundred laughs that sing;For the day that's dark and gloomy,God a hundred bright days lends,And his sunshine will be ceaselessWhen the sad time ends.What's the use to go to growlingWhen the comrades that you knewTurn their backs on all your kindnessAnd unsheathe their knives for you?For the scamp that proves a traitor,You will find a hundred friends,And their golden hearts ne'er waverTill the sad time ends.
What's the use to beckon troubleAs you journey down the road?Life will find its burdens doubleIf it cherishes the load!Keep a smile and be contentedWith the favors fortune sends,And the joys will romp around youTill the sad time ends.
What's the use to keep complainingAt the gifts the good days bring?For each tear that flows from heart-acheThere's a hundred laughs that sing;For the day that's dark and gloomy,God a hundred bright days lends,And his sunshine will be ceaselessWhen the sad time ends.
What's the use to go to growlingWhen the comrades that you knewTurn their backs on all your kindnessAnd unsheathe their knives for you?For the scamp that proves a traitor,You will find a hundred friends,And their golden hearts ne'er waverTill the sad time ends.
What's the use to welcome trouble?Chase it from the paths you go!There is always plenty of itIf you cherish every woe.Keep your life alight with gladnessTill a song each day attends;You will reach the land of sunshineWhen the sad time ends.
What's the use to welcome trouble?Chase it from the paths you go!There is always plenty of itIf you cherish every woe.Keep your life alight with gladnessTill a song each day attends;You will reach the land of sunshineWhen the sad time ends.
The land office is the grave-yard of many a happy home.
In driving a settlement stake, one man is company and two's a crowd.
The ox-team makes a swift run when its owner understands how to drive them at the land-office window.
"Did you have any accidents on the fishing trip?"
"No; none to speak of?"
"Any one snake bit?"
"Yes, but that's nothing. Bill Jones got snake-bit every time his clothes rubbed him, and hollered for whiskey; and in order to save any, we had to undress Bill and put him under guard for the general welfare."
Close the book and put it by!What it held of song and sigh,What it held of smile and tearLaughs and sorrows through the year!Pages dark and pages fairEach to each are wedded there,And no sage e'er understoodWhat was evil, what was good!
Close the book and put it by!What it held of song and sigh,What it held of smile and tearLaughs and sorrows through the year!Pages dark and pages fairEach to each are wedded there,And no sage e'er understoodWhat was evil, what was good!
Close the life and put it by!It was made of song and sigh,It was made of smiles and tearsAnd the struggles of the years!Days of dark and days of fairClosely came and blended there,And but He who judges couldKnow the evil and the good!
Close the life and put it by!It was made of song and sigh,It was made of smiles and tearsAnd the struggles of the years!Days of dark and days of fairClosely came and blended there,And but He who judges couldKnow the evil and the good!
Every day and hour from which Love witholds her smiles and hides her happy face is a desert path in the rose-fields of this life. Only he who welcomes the laughing goddess to his heart and holds her dear hands close with an abiding faith, receives that holy happiness discerning souls call a success worth having.
Move along, brother!The way may be long,But yonder's the sunshineAnd here is the song.Move along, brother!The rain-bow is red;The clouds with the shadowsAnd darkness have fled.Move along, brother!The turn of the lane!Here's laughing for weepingAnd pleasure for pain!
Move along, brother!The way may be long,But yonder's the sunshineAnd here is the song.
Move along, brother!The rain-bow is red;The clouds with the shadowsAnd darkness have fled.
Move along, brother!The turn of the lane!Here's laughing for weepingAnd pleasure for pain!
Removed from pygmy ways afar,He feels the heft of sun and star,—He traces winding paths that goBeyond the ways that dullards know,And sails swift thoughts across the seasOf God's unsailed immensities.His vision sees the First and LastTo present smallness welded fast,And he beholds with prophet eyeThe brotherhood of earth and sky,And, when Time's voyage wild is o'erThe lights upon the farther shore!
Removed from pygmy ways afar,He feels the heft of sun and star,—He traces winding paths that goBeyond the ways that dullards know,And sails swift thoughts across the seasOf God's unsailed immensities.
His vision sees the First and LastTo present smallness welded fast,And he beholds with prophet eyeThe brotherhood of earth and sky,And, when Time's voyage wild is o'erThe lights upon the farther shore!
What if the paths be dark and shadowed stillThe summit roads and hope hides in eclipse!Beyond the tangled ways that murmur illThe touch of tender lips!Forth on the dark ways though still darker growThe paths before the groping finger-tips!Beyond the shadow years our visions knowThe touch of tender lips!
What if the paths be dark and shadowed stillThe summit roads and hope hides in eclipse!Beyond the tangled ways that murmur illThe touch of tender lips!
Forth on the dark ways though still darker growThe paths before the groping finger-tips!Beyond the shadow years our visions knowThe touch of tender lips!
A sigh and a song,And a song and a sigh;But the song helps alongTo the sky bye and bye!
A sigh and a song,And a song and a sigh;But the song helps alongTo the sky bye and bye!
Transcriber's noteThe following changes have been made to the text:In the Table of Contents:Poetry:Page number forA Valentinechanged from 307 to 207.Page number forLifechanged from 158 to 168.Page number forMistah Cottonchanged from 149 to 105.Page number forOff the Reservationchanged from 225 to 224."Our Joe's Home Again" changed to "Our Joe's HomeAgin"."Governor Tom" changed to "Said Governor Tom" and moved to appropriate place in the list."See the Side Show" changed to "See the Side-Show" and page number changed from 4 to 102.Page number forThe Legislative Passchanged from 187 to 186 and moved to the appropriate place in the list.Page number forThe Little Boy Landchanged from 67 to 66.The Rim of the Circlewas moved to the appropriate place in the list."The Valley of Rest" changed to "The Valleysof Rest".Page number forWithout Embarassmentchanged from 269 to 262.Prose:Page number forCaught on the Flychanged from 282 to 283."Mighty Troublesome" changed to "MightyLonesome".Page number forWanted to Hidechanged from 151 to 121.Page 16: "dosen't lay" changed to "doesn'tlay".Page 16: "hair is the middle" changed to "hairinthe middle".Page 31: "the the care-clouded" changed to "thecare-clouded".Page 34: Added "I" to the first stanza.Page 39: "Pie-millon" changed to "Pie-million".Page 59: "roas'in' ears" changed to "roas'in'-ears".Page 62: "And they they chew" changed to "Andtheychew".Page 74: "whereever I roam" changed to "whereverI roam".Page 76: "new-fangeled" changed to "new-fangled".Page 78: "it shadows of woe" changed to "itsshadows of woe".Page 80: "Wid de jedgment" changed to "Wid dejudgment".Page 82: "Lumkinsville" changed to "Lumpkinsville".Page 85: "all the vitrues" changed to "all thevirtues".Page 102: "harvesings of blame" changed to "harvestingsof blame".Page 104: "other fellow out" changed to "other fellowought".Page 106: "These is sunshine" changed to "Thereis sunshine".Page 111: "food he easts" changed to "food heeats".Page 158: "Good Bye" changed to "Good-bye".Page 179: "Caugh on the Fly" changed to "Caughton the Fly".Page 195: "battallions" changed to "battalions".Page 217: "They ve passed through" changed to "They'vepassed through".Page 227: "Trou le" changed to "Trouble".Page 237: "when the birds!" changed to "when the birdscome back!".Page 240: "molasses and sulpur" changed to "molasses andsulphur".Page 241: "Say Good bye" changed to "SayGood-bye".Page 249: "Fools Day" changed to "Fool'sDay" to match Table of Contents.Page 253: "song and prophsy" changed to "song andprophesy".Page 265: "millionairs shall reel" changed to "millionairesshall reel".Page 266: "The whispered" changed to "Theywhispered".Page 282: "May time" changed to "May-time".Page 283: "vitrol" changed to "vitriol".Page 284: "sun and the star" changed to "thesun and the star".Page 293: "bouqets" changed to "bouquets".Page 309: "Snake Bite" changed to "SnakeBit".
The following changes have been made to the text:
In the Table of Contents:
Poetry:Page number forA Valentinechanged from 307 to 207.Page number forLifechanged from 158 to 168.Page number forMistah Cottonchanged from 149 to 105.Page number forOff the Reservationchanged from 225 to 224."Our Joe's Home Again" changed to "Our Joe's HomeAgin"."Governor Tom" changed to "Said Governor Tom" and moved to appropriate place in the list."See the Side Show" changed to "See the Side-Show" and page number changed from 4 to 102.Page number forThe Legislative Passchanged from 187 to 186 and moved to the appropriate place in the list.Page number forThe Little Boy Landchanged from 67 to 66.The Rim of the Circlewas moved to the appropriate place in the list."The Valley of Rest" changed to "The Valleysof Rest".Page number forWithout Embarassmentchanged from 269 to 262.Prose:Page number forCaught on the Flychanged from 282 to 283."Mighty Troublesome" changed to "MightyLonesome".Page number forWanted to Hidechanged from 151 to 121.
Poetry:
Page number forA Valentinechanged from 307 to 207.
Page number forLifechanged from 158 to 168.
Page number forMistah Cottonchanged from 149 to 105.
Page number forOff the Reservationchanged from 225 to 224.
"Our Joe's Home Again" changed to "Our Joe's HomeAgin".
"Governor Tom" changed to "Said Governor Tom" and moved to appropriate place in the list.
"See the Side Show" changed to "See the Side-Show" and page number changed from 4 to 102.
Page number forThe Legislative Passchanged from 187 to 186 and moved to the appropriate place in the list.
Page number forThe Little Boy Landchanged from 67 to 66.
The Rim of the Circlewas moved to the appropriate place in the list.
"The Valley of Rest" changed to "The Valleysof Rest".
Page number forWithout Embarassmentchanged from 269 to 262.
Prose:
Page number forCaught on the Flychanged from 282 to 283.
"Mighty Troublesome" changed to "MightyLonesome".
Page number forWanted to Hidechanged from 151 to 121.
Page 16: "dosen't lay" changed to "doesn'tlay".
Page 16: "hair is the middle" changed to "hairinthe middle".
Page 31: "the the care-clouded" changed to "thecare-clouded".
Page 34: Added "I" to the first stanza.
Page 39: "Pie-millon" changed to "Pie-million".
Page 59: "roas'in' ears" changed to "roas'in'-ears".
Page 62: "And they they chew" changed to "Andtheychew".
Page 74: "whereever I roam" changed to "whereverI roam".
Page 76: "new-fangeled" changed to "new-fangled".
Page 78: "it shadows of woe" changed to "itsshadows of woe".
Page 80: "Wid de jedgment" changed to "Wid dejudgment".
Page 82: "Lumkinsville" changed to "Lumpkinsville".
Page 85: "all the vitrues" changed to "all thevirtues".
Page 102: "harvesings of blame" changed to "harvestingsof blame".
Page 104: "other fellow out" changed to "other fellowought".
Page 106: "These is sunshine" changed to "Thereis sunshine".
Page 111: "food he easts" changed to "food heeats".
Page 158: "Good Bye" changed to "Good-bye".
Page 179: "Caugh on the Fly" changed to "Caughton the Fly".
Page 195: "battallions" changed to "battalions".
Page 217: "They ve passed through" changed to "They'vepassed through".
Page 227: "Trou le" changed to "Trouble".
Page 237: "when the birds!" changed to "when the birdscome back!".
Page 240: "molasses and sulpur" changed to "molasses andsulphur".
Page 241: "Say Good bye" changed to "SayGood-bye".
Page 249: "Fools Day" changed to "Fool'sDay" to match Table of Contents.
Page 253: "song and prophsy" changed to "song andprophesy".
Page 265: "millionairs shall reel" changed to "millionairesshall reel".
Page 266: "The whispered" changed to "Theywhispered".
Page 282: "May time" changed to "May-time".
Page 283: "vitrol" changed to "vitriol".
Page 284: "sun and the star" changed to "thesun and the star".
Page 293: "bouqets" changed to "bouquets".
Page 309: "Snake Bite" changed to "SnakeBit".