The Diving Bell

The Diving Bell, by Francis C.
Woodworth

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Title: The Diving Bell Or, Pearls to be Sought for
Author: Francis C. Woodworth
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[Illustration]
[Illustration: THE FOX AND THE CRAB.]

UNCLE FRANK'S BOYS' & GIRLS' LIBRARY,
BY
FRANCIS C. WOODWORTH, EDITOR OF WOODWORTH'S
YOUTH'S CABINET.
[Illustration]
THE DIVING BELL;
OR,
PEARLS TO BE SOUGHT FOR.
With Tinted Illustrations.
BY UNCLE FRANK,
AUTHOR OF "A PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS," "WILLOW LANE
STORIES," "THE DIVING BELL," ETC. ETC.
BOSTON: PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO. PUBLISHERS.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1851, by PHILLIPS,
SAMPSON & CO.,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the District of
Massachusetts.

CONTENTS.
THE NAME OF MY BOOK 7 THINKING AND LAUGHING 16
THE SCHEMING SPIDER 31 GENIUS IN THE BUD 46 PUTTING
ON AIRS 64 "TRY THE OTHER END" 80 THE FOX AND THE
CRAB 97 THE GREEDY FLY 101 CAROLINE AND HER KITTEN
104 "I DON'T KNOW" 119 THE LEARNED GEESE 125 THE
WRONG WAY 131 THE RIGHT WAY 135 THE OLD GOAT AND

HIS PUPIL 140 ON BARKING DOGS 147
ILLUSTRATIONS.
THE FOX AND THE CRAB (Frontispiece) VIGNETTE
TITLE-PAGE 1 THE SPIDER'S INVITATION 30 THE SPIDER'S
TRIUMPH 41 KATE AND HER TUTOR 72 MY PRETTY KITTEN
109 THE LEARNED GEESE 124 THE OLD GOAT AND HIS PUPIL
141

I.
THE NAME OF MY BOOK.
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The reader, perhaps, as he turns over the first pages of this volume, is
puzzled, right at the outset, with the meaning of my title, The Diving
Bell. It is plain enough to Uncle Frank, and possibly it is to you; but it
may not be; so I will tell you what a diving bell is, and then, probably,
you can guess the reason why I have given this name to the following
pages.
If you will take a common glass tumbler, and plunge it into water, with
the mouth downwards, you will find that very little water will rise into
the tumbler. You can satisfy yourself better about this matter, if, in the
first place, you lay a cork upon the surface of the water, and then put
the tumbler over it.
Did you ever try the experiment? Try it now, if you never have done so,
and if you have any doubt on the subject.
You might suppose, that the cork would be carried down far below the
surface of the water. But it is not so. The upper side of the cork, after
you have pressed the tumbler down so low that the upper end of it is
even below the surface of the water--the upper side of the cork is not
wet at all.

"And what is the reason of this, Uncle Frank?"
I will tell you. There is air in the tumbler, when you plunge it into the
water. The air stays in the vessel, so that there is no room for the water.
"Oh, yes, sir; I see how that is. But I see that a little water finds its way
into the tumbler, every time I try the experiment. How is that?"
You can press air, the same as you can press wood, or paper, or cloth,
so that it will go into a smaller space than it occupied before you
pressed it. Did you ever make a pop-gun?
"Oh, yes, sir, a hundred times."
Well, when you send the wad out of the pop-gun, you do it by pressing
the air inside the tube. Now if your tumbler was a hundred or a
thousand times as large, the air would prevent the water from coming
in, just as it does in this instance. Suppose I had dropped a purse full of
gold into a very deep river, and it had sunk to the bottom. Suppose I
could not get it in any other way but by going down to the bottom after
it. I could go down to that depth, and live there for some time, by
means of a diving bell made large enough to hold me, precisely in the
same way that a bird might go down to the bottom of a tub of water, in
a tumbler, and