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diff --git a/26487.txt b/26487.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..06a1a79 --- /dev/null +++ b/26487.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2768 @@ +Project Gutenberg's Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe, by Charlotte M. Yonge + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe + +Author: Charlotte M. Yonge + +Illustrator: L. Frolich + +Release Date: August 30, 2008 [EBook #26487] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE] + + + + +LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: "I'm looking at the great big globe that Uncle Joe said I +might touch," said Lucy. + +_Frontispiece; see page 14._] + + + + +LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE + + +PICTURED BY + +L. FROLICH, + +AND NARRATED BY + +CHARLOTTE M. YONGE + +AUTHOR OF "THE HEIR OF REDCLYFFE." + + _"Young fingers idly roll_ + _The mimic earth, or trace,_ + _In picture bright of blue and gold,_ + _The orbs that round the sky's deep fold_ + _Each other circling chase."_--KEBLE. + +NEW EDITION + + =New York= + THE MACMILLAN COMPANY + LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., Ltd. + 1906 + +New edition September, 1906. + + + + +CONTENTS. + + +CHAPTER I. + + PAGE + MOTHER BUNCH 1 + + CHAPTER II. + VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS. 14 + + CHAPTER III. + ITALY 36 + + CHAPTER IV. + GREENLAND 43 + + CHAPTER V. + TYROL 50 + + CHAPTER VI. + AFRICA 57 + + CHAPTER VII. + LAPLANDERS 63 + + CHAPTER VIII. + CHINA 70 + + CHAPTER IX. + KAMSCHATKA 79 + + CHAPTER X. + THE TURK 83 + + CHAPTER XI. + SWITZERLAND 96 + + CHAPTER XII. + THE COSSACK 102 + + CHAPTER XIII. + SPAIN 108 + + CHAPTER XIV. + GERMANY 114 + + CHAPTER XV. + PARIS IN THE SIEGE 120 + + CHAPTER XVI. + THE AMERICAN GUEST 126 + + CHAPTER XVII. + THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS 137 + + + + +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. + + + PAGE + + "I'M LOOKING AT THE GREAT BIG GLOBE THAT UNCLE JOE + SAID I MIGHT TOUCH," SAID LUCY _Front._ + + "DO PLEASE SIT DOWN, THERE'S A GOOD MOTHER BUNCH, + AND TELL ME ALL ABOUT THEM?" 19 + + LUCY HAD A GREAT SNEEZING FIT, AND WHEN SHE LOOKED + AGAIN INTO THE SMOKE, WHAT DID SHE SEE BUT TWO + LITTLE BLACK FIGURES 23 + + "I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU: HUSH, DON! DON'T BARK SO" 26 + + "I CAN EAT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT," SAID LAVO 31 + + LAVO HAD CLIMBED UP THE SIDE OF THE DOOR, AND WAS + SITTING ASTRIDE ON THE TOP OF IT 34 + + "AH! CECCO, CECCO!" CRIED THE LITTLE GIRL, PAUSING + AS SHE BEAT HER TAMBOURINE 39 + + "IS THAT THE WAY YOU GET FISH?" SHE ASKED 46 + + "HELP ME: I'M AFRAID," SAID LUCY 53 + + HARK! THERE'S A CRY, AND OUT JUMPS A LITTLE BLACK + FIGURE, WITH A STOUT CLUB IN HIS HAND 59 + + AND HERE BESIDE HER WAS A LITTLE FELLOW WITH A + BOW AND ARROWS SUCH AS SHE HAD NEVER SEEN + BEFORE 65 + + "IS IT NOT GOOD?" SAID THE LITTLE HOSTESS 73 + + WHISKING OVER THE SNOW, WITH ALL HER MIGHT AND + MAIN, MUFFLED UP IN CLOAKS AND FURS 78 + + "MARRIED! OH NO, YOU ARE JOKING" 87 + + "I WILL SHOW YOU WHERE YOU LIVE--THIS IS + CONSTANTINOPLE" 93 + + "I CUT IT OUT WITH MY KNIFE; ALL MYSELF" 99 + + WHILE HE JERKED OUT HIS ARMS AND LEGS AS IF THEY + WERE PULLED BY STRINGS 103 + + "SEE NOW," CRIED THE SPANIARD; "STAND THERE! AH! + HAVE YOU NO CASTANETS?" 111 + + "WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT, LITTLE BOY?" 115 + + "AH! MADEMOISELLE, GOOD MORNING; ARE YOU COME HERE + TO TAKE SHELTER FROM THE SHELLS?" 122 + + "WHAT CAN THAT BE, COMING AT THIS TIME OF DAY?" 127 + + "GOOD MORNING, WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?" 130 + + OH! SUCH A DIN 136 + + + + +LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. + + + + +CHAPTER I. + +MOTHER BUNCH. + + +THERE was once a wonderful fortnight in little Lucy's life. One evening +she went to bed very tired and cross and hot, and in the morning when +she looked at her arms and legs they were all covered with red spots, +rather pretty to look at, only they were dry and prickly. + +Nurse was frightened when she looked at them. She turned all the little +sisters out of the night nursery, covered Lucy up close, and ordered +her not to stir, certainly not to go into her bath. Then there was a +whispering and a running about, and Lucy was half alarmed, but more +pleased at being so important, for she did not feel at all ill, and +quite enjoyed the tea and toast that Nurse brought up to her. Just as +she was beginning to think it rather tiresome to lie there with nothing +to do, except to watch the flies buzzing about, there was a step on the +stairs and up came the doctor. He was an old friend, very good-natured, +and he made fun with Lucy about having turned into a spotted leopard, +just like the cowry shell on Mrs. Bunker's mantelpiece. Indeed, he said +he thought she was such a curiosity that Mrs. Bunker would come for her +and set her up in the museum, and then he went away. Suppose, oh, +suppose she did! + +Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and her brothers and sisters +called her, was housekeeper to their Uncle Joseph. He was really their +great uncle, and they thought him any age you can imagine. They would +not have been much surprised to hear that he had sailed with Christopher +Columbus, though he was a strong, hale, active man, much less easily +tired than their own papa. He had been a ship's surgeon in his younger +days, and had sailed all over the world, and collected all sorts of +curious things, besides which he was a very wise and learned man, and +had made some great discovery. It was _not_ America. Lucy knew that her +elder brother understood what it was, but it was not worth troubling her +head about, only somehow it made ships go safer, and so he had had a +pension given him as a reward; and had come home and bought a house +about a mile out of the town, and built up a high room to look at the +stars from with his telescope, and another to try his experiments in, +and a long one besides for his museum; yet, after all, he was not much +there, for whenever there was anything wonderful to be seen, he always +went off to look at it and; whenever there was a meeting of learned +men--scientific men was the right word--they always wanted him to help +them make speeches and show wonders. He was away now: he had gone away +to wear a red cross on his arm, and help to take care of the wounded in +the sad war between the French and Germans. + +But he had left Mother Bunch behind him. Nobody knew exactly what was +Mrs. Bunker's nation, indeed she could hardly be said to have had any, +for she had been born at sea, and had been a sailor's wife; but whether +she was mostly English, Dutch, or Danish, nobody knew and nobody cared. +Her husband had been lost at sea, and Uncle Joseph had taken her to look +after his house, and always said she was the only woman who had sense +and discretion enough ever to go into his laboratory or dust his museum. + +She was very kind and good-natured, and there was nothing that the +children liked better than a walk to Uncle Joseph's, and, after a game +at play in the garden, a tea-drinking with her--such quantities of +sugar! such curious cakes made in the fashion of different countries! +such funny preserves from all parts of the world! and more delightful to +people who considered that looking and hearing was better sport than +eating, and that the tongue is not _only_ meant to taste with, such +cupboards and drawers full of wonderful things, such stories about them! +The lesser ones liked Mrs. Bunker's room better than Uncle Joseph's +museum, where there were some big stuffed beasts with glaring eyes that +frightened them, and they had to walk round with hands behind, that they +might not touch anything, or else their uncle's voice was sure to call +out gruffly, "Paws off!" + +Mrs. Bunker was not a bit like the smart housekeepers at other houses. +To be sure, on Sundays she came out in a black silk gown with a little +flounce at the bottom, a scarlet China crape shawl with a blue dragon +upon it--his wings over her back, and a claw over each shoulder, so +that whoever sat behind her in church was terribly distracted by trying +to see the rest of him--and a very big yellow Tuscan bonnet, trimmed +with sailor's blue ribbon; but in the week and about the house she wore +a green stuff, with a brown holland apron and bib over it, quite +straight all the way down, for she had no particular waist, and her +hair, which was of a funny kind of flaxen grey, she bundled up and tied +round, without any cap or anything else on her head. One of the little +boys had once called her Mother Bunch, because of her stories; and the +name fitted her so well that the whole family, and even her master, took +it up. + +Lucy was very fond of her; but when about an hour after the doctor's +visit she was waked by a rustling and a lumbering on the stairs, and +presently the door opened, and the second best big bonnet--the +go-to-market bonnet with the turned ribbons--came into the room with +Mother Bunch's face under it, and the good-natured voice told her she +was to be carried to Uncle Joseph's and have oranges and tamarinds, she +did begin to feel like the spotted cowry, to think about being set on +the chimney-piece, to cry, and say she wanted Mamma. + +The Nurse and Mother Bunch began to comfort her, and explain that the +doctor thought she had the scarlatina; not at all badly; but that if any +of the others caught it, nobody could guess how bad they would be; +especially Mamma, who had just been ill; and so she was to be rolled up +in her blankets, and put into a carriage, and taken to her uncle's; and +there she would stay till she was not only well, but could safely come +home without carrying infection about with her. + +Lucy was a good little girl, and knew that she must bear it; so, though +she could not help crying a little when she found she must not kiss any +one, nay not even see them, and that nobody might go with her but +Lonicera, her own washing doll, she made up her mind bravely; and she +was a good deal cheered when Clare, the biggest and best of all the +dolls, was sent in to her, with all her clothes, by Maude, her eldest +sister, to be her companion,--it was such an honour and so very kind of +Maude that it quite warmed the sad little heart. + +So Lucy had her little scarlet flannel dressing gown on, and her shoes +and stockings, and a wonderful old knitted hood with a tippet to it, and +then she was rolled round and round in all her bed-clothes, and Mrs. +Bunker took her up like a very big baby, not letting any one else touch +her. How Mrs. Bunker got safe down all the stairs no one can tell, but +she did, and into the fly, and there poor little Lucy looked back and +saw at the windows Mamma's face, and Papa's, and Maude's, and all the +rest, all nodding and smiling to her, but Maude was crying all the time, +and perhaps Mamma was too. + +The journey seemed very long; and Lucy was really tired when she was +put down at last in a big bed, nicely warmed for her, and with a bright +fire in the room. As soon as she had had some beef-tea, she went off +soundly to sleep, and only woke to drink tea, and administer supper to +the dolls, and put them to sleep. + +The next evening she was sitting up by the fire, and on the fourth day +she was running about the house as if nothing had ever been the matter +with her, but she was not to go home for a fortnight; and being wet, +cold, dull weather, it was not always easy to amuse herself. She had her +dolls, to be sure, and the little dog Don, to play with, and sometimes +Mrs. Bunker would let her make funny things with the dough, or stone the +raisins, or even help make a pudding; but still there was a good deal of +time on her hands. She had only two books with her, and the rash had +made her eyes weak, so that she did not much like reading them. The +notes that every one wrote from home were quite enough for her. What +she liked best--that is, when Mrs. Bunker could not attend to her--was +to wander about the museum, explaining the things to the dolls: "That is +a crocodile, Lonicera; it eats people up, and has a little bird to pick +its teeth. Look, Clare, that bony thing is a skeleton--the skeleton of a +lizard. Paws off, my dear; mustn't touch. That's amber, just like barley +sugar, only not so nice; people make necklaces of it. There's a poor +little dead fly inside. Those are the dear delightful humming-birds; +look at their crests, just like Mamma's jewels. See the shells; aren't +they beauties? People get pearls out of those great flat ones, and dive +all down to the bottom of the sea after them; mustn't touch, my dear, +only look; paws off." + +One would think Clare's curved fingers all in one piece, and Lonicera's +blue leather hands had been very movable and mischievous, judging by the +number of times this warning came; but of course it was Lucy herself who +wanted it most, for her own little plump, pinky hands did almost tingle +to handle and turn round those pretty shells. She wanted to know whether +the amber tasted like barley-sugar as it looked, and there was a little +musk deer, no bigger than Don, whom she longed to stroke, or still +better to let Lonicera ride; but she was a good little girl, and had +real sense of honour, which never betrays a trust, so she never laid a +finger on anything but what Uncle Joe had once given all free leave to +move. + +This was a very big pair of globes--bigger than globes commonly are now, +and with more frames round them--one great flat one, with odd names +painted on it, and another brass one, nearly upright, going half-way +round from top to bottom, and with the globe hung upon it by two pins, +which Lucy's elder sisters called the poles, or the ends of the axis. +The huge round balls went very easily with a slight touch, and there was +something very charming in making them go whisk, whisk, whisk; now +faster, now slower, now spinning so quickly that nothing on them could +be seen, now turning slowly and gradually over and showing all that was +on them. + +The mere twirling was quite enough for Lucy at first, but soon she liked +to look at what was on them. One she thought much more entertaining than +the other. It was covered with wonderful creatures: one bear was +fastened by his long tail to the pole; another bigger one was trotting +round; a snake was coiling about anywhere; a lady stood disconsolate +against a rock; another sat in a chair; a giant sprawled with a club in +one hand and a lion's skin in the other; a big dog and a little dog +stood on their hind legs; a lion seemed just about to spring on a young +maiden's head; and all were thickly spotted over, just as if they had +Lucy's rash, with stars big and little: and still more strange, her +brothers declared these were the stars in the sky, and this was the way +people found their road at sea; but if Lucy asked how, they always said +she was not big enough to understand, and it had not occurred to Lucy +to ask whether the truth was not that they were not big enough to +explain. + +The other globe was all in pale green, with pink and yellow outlines on +it, and quantities of names. Lucy had had to learn some of these names +for her geography, and she did not want to think of lessons now, so she +rather kept out of the way of looking at it at first, till she had +really grown tired of all the odd men and women and creatures upon the +celestial sphere; but by and by she began to roll the other by way of +variety. + + + + +CHAPTER II. + +VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS. + + +"MISS Lucy, you're as quiet as a mouse. Not in any mischief?" said Mrs. +Bunker, looking into the museum; "why, what are you doing there?" + +"I'm looking at the great big globe, that Uncle Joe said I might touch," +said Lucy: "here are all the names just like my lesson book at home; +Europe, Asia, Africa, and America." + +"Why, bless the child! where else should they be? There be all the +oceans and seas besides that I've crossed over, many's the time, with +poor Ben Bunker, who was last seen off Cape Hatteras." + +"What, all these great green places, with Atlantic and Pacific on them; +you don't really mean that you've sailed over them! I should like to +make a midge do it in a husk of hemp-seed! How could you, Mother Bunch? +You are not small enough." + +"Ho! ho!" said the housekeeper, laughing; "does the child think I sailed +on that very globe there?" + +"I know one learns names," said Lucy; "but is it real?" + +"Real! Why, Missie, don't you see it's a sort of a picture? There's your +photograph now, it's not as big as you, but it shows you; and so a +chart, or a map, or a globe, is just a picture of the shapes of the +coast-line of the land and the sea, and the rivers in them, and +mountains, and the like. Look you here:" and she made Lucy stand on a +chair and look at a map of her own town that was hanging against the +wall, showing her all the chief buildings, the churches, streets, the +town hall, and market cross, and at last helping her to find her own +Papa's house. + +When Lucy had traced all the corners she had to turn in going from home +to Uncle Joe's, and had even found little frizzles for the five +lime-trees before the Vicarage, she understood that the map was a small +picture of the situation of the buildings in the town, and thought she +could find her way to some new place, suppose she studied it well. + +Then Mrs. Bunker showed her a big map of the whole country, and there +Lucy found the river, and the roads, and the names of the villages near, +as she had seen or heard of them; and she began to understand that a map +or globe really brought distant places into an exceedingly small +picture, and that where she saw a name and a spot she was to think of +houses and churches; that a branching black line was a flowing river +full of water; a curve in, a pretty bay shut in with rocks and hills; a +point jutting out, generally a steep rock with a lighthouse on it. + +"And all these places are countries, Bunchey, are they, with fields and +houses like ours?" + +"Houses, ay, and fields, but not always so very like ours, Miss Lucy." + +"And are there little children, boys and girls, in them all?" + +"To be sure there are, else how would the world go on? Why, I've seen +'em by swarms, white or brown or black, running down to the shore, as +sure as the vessel cast anchor; and whatever colour they were, you might +be sure of two things, Miss Lucy, that they were all alike in." + +"Oh, what, Mrs. Bunker?" + +"Why, in plenty of noise for one, and the other for wanting all they +could get to eat. But they were little darlings, some of them, if I only +could have got at them to make them a bit nicer. Some of them looked for +all the world like the little bronze images Master has got in the +museum, brought from Italy, and hadn't a rag more clothing neither. They +were in India. Dear, dear, to see them tumble about in the surf!" + +"O, what fun! what fun! I wish I could see them. Suppose I could." + +"You would be right glad, Missie, I can tell you, if you had been three +or four months aboard with nothing but dry biscuits and salt junk, and +may be a tin of preserved vegetables just to keep it wholesome, to see +the black fellows come grinning alongside with their boats and canoes +all full of oranges and limes and shaddocks and cocoa-nuts. Doesn't +one's mouth fairly water for them?" + +"Do please sit down, there's a good Mother Bunch, and tell me all about +them? Come, suppose you do." + +"Suppose I did, Miss Lucy, and where would your poor uncle's preserved +ginger be, that no one knows from real West Indian?" + +[Illustration: "Do please sit down, there's a good Mother Bunch, and +tell me all about them." + +_Page 18._] + +"Oh, let me come into your room, and you can tell me all the time you +are doing the ginger." + +"It is very hot there, Missie." + +"That will be more like some of the places. I'll suppose I'm there! +Look, Mrs. Bunker, here's a whole green sea, all over the tiniest little +dots. There can't be people in them." + +"Dots? You'd hardly see all over one of those dots if you were in one. +That's the South Sea Miss Lucy, and those are the loveliest isles, +except, may be, the West Indies, that ever I saw." + +"Tell me about them, please," entreated Lucy "Here's one; its name +is--is Ysabel--such a little wee one." + +[Illustration: Lucy had a great sneezing fit, and when she looked again +into the smoke, what did she see but two little black figures. + +_Page 22._] + +"I can't tell you much of those South Sea Isles, Missie, being that I +only made one voyage among them, when Bunker chartered the _Penguin_ for +the sandal-wood trade; and we did not touch at many, being that the +natives were fierce and savage, and made nothing of coming down with +arrows and spears at a boat's crew. So we only went to such islands as +the missionaries had been at, and got the people to be more civil and +conformable." + +"Tell me all about it," said Lucy, following the old woman hither and +thither as she bustled about, talking all the time, and stirring her pan +of ginger over the hot plate. + +How it happened, it is not easy to say; the room was very warm, and +Mother Bunch went on talking as she stirred, and a steam rose up, and by +and by it seemed to Lucy that she had a great sneezing fit, and when she +looked again into the smoke, what did she see but two little black +figures, faces, heads, and feet all black, but with an odd sort of white +garment round their waists, and some fine red and green feathers +sticking out of their woolly heads. + +"Mrs. Bunker, Mrs. Bunker," she cried, "what's this? who are these ugly +figures?" + +[Illustration: "I am so glad to see you. Hush, Don! don't bark so!" + +_Page 27._] + +"Ugly!" said the foremost; and though it must have been some strange +language, it sounded like English to Lucy. "Is that the way little +white girl speaks to boy and girl that have come all the way from Ysabel +to see her?" + +"Oh, indeed! little Ysabel boy, I beg your pardon. I didn't know you +were real, nor that you could understand me! I am so glad to see you. +Hush, Don! don't bark so!" + +"Pig, pig, I never heard a pig squeak like that," said the black +stranger. + +"Pig! It is a little dog. Have you no dogs in your country?" + +"Pigs go on four legs. That must be pig." + +"What, you have nothing that goes on four legs but a pig! What do you +eat, then, besides pig?" + +"Yams, cocoa-nut, fish--oh, so good, and put pig into hole among hot +stones, make a fire over, bake so nice!" + +"You shall have some of my tea and see if that is as nice," said Lucy. +"What a funny dress you have; what is it made of?" + +"Tapa cloth," said the little girl. "We get the bark off the tree, and +then we go hammer, hammer, thump, thump, till all the hard thick stuff +comes off;" and Lucy, looking near, saw that the substance was really +all a lacework of fibre, about as close as the net of Nurse's caps. + +"Is that all your clothes?" she asked. + +"Yes, till I am a warrior," said the boy; "then they will tattoo my +forehead, and arms, and breast, and legs." + +"Tattoo! what's that?" + +"Make little holes, and lines all over the skin with a sharp shell, and +rub in juice that turns it all to blue and purple lines." + +"But doesn't it hurt dreadfully?" asked Lucy. + +"Hurt! to be sure it does, but that will show that I am brave. When +Father comes home from the war, he paints himself white." + +"White!" + +"With lime made by burning coral, and he jumps and dances and shouts: I +shall go to the war one of these days." + +"Oh no, don't!" said Lucy, "it is horrid." + +The boy laughed, but the little girl whispered, "Good white men say so. +Some day Lavo will go and learn, and leave off fighting." + +Lavo shook his head. "No, not yet; I will be brave chief and warrior +first,--bring home many heads of enemies." + +"I--I think it nice to be quiet," said Lucy; "and--and--won't you have +some dinner?" + +"Have you baked a pig?" asked Lavo. + +"I think this is mutton," said Lucy, when the dish came up,--"it is +sheep's flesh." + +Lavo and his sister had no notion what sheep were. They wanted to sit +cross-legged on the floor, but Lucy made each of them sit in a chair +properly; but then they shocked her by picking up the mutton-chops and +stuffing them into their mouths with their fingers. + +"Look here!" and she showed the knives and forks. + +"Oh!" cried Lavo, "what good spikes to catch fish with! and +knife--knife--I'll kill foes! much better than shell knife." + +[Illustration: "I can eat much better without," said Lavo. + +_Page 30._] + +"And I'll dig yams," said the sister. + +"Oh no!" entreated Lucy, "we have spades to dig with, soldiers have +swords to fight with, these are to eat with." + +"I can eat much better without," said Lavo, but to please Lucy his +sister did try; slashing hard away with her knife, and digging her fork +straight into a bit of meat. Then she very nearly ran it into her eye, +and Lucy, who knew it was not good manners to laugh, was very near +choking herself. And at last, saying the knife and fork were "great +good--great good; but none for eating," they stuck them through the +great tortoiseshell rings they had in their ears and noses. Lucy was +distressed about Uncle Joseph's knives and forks, which she knew she +ought not to give away; but while she was looking about for Mrs. Bunker +to interfere, Don seemed to think it his business, and began to growl +and fly at the little black legs. + +[Illustration: Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting +astride on the top of it. + +_Page 35._] + +"A tree, a tree!" cried the Ysabelites, "where's a tree?" and while +they spoke, Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting +astride on the top of it, grinning down at the dog, and his sister had +her feet on the lock, going up after him. + +"Tree houses," they cried; "there we are safe from our enemies." + +And Lucy found rising before her, instead of her own nursery, a huge +tree, on the top of a mound.[1] Basket-work had been woven between the +branches to make floors, and on these were huts of bamboo cane; there +were ladders hanging down made of strong creepers twisted together, and +above and around the cries of cockatoos and parrots and the chirp of +grasshoppers rang in her ears. She laid hold of the ladder of creeping +plants and began to climb, but soon her head swam, she grew giddy, and +called out to Lavo to help her. Then suddenly she found herself curled +up in Mrs. Bunker's big beehive chair, and she wondered whether she had +been asleep. + +FOOTNOTE: + +[1] See the _Net_, June 1, 1867. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + +ITALY. + + +"SUPPOSE and suppose I could have such another funny dream," said Lucy. +"Mother Bunch, have you ever been to Italy?" and she put her finger on +the long leg and foot, kicking at three-cornered Sicily. + +"Yes, Missie, that I have; come out of this cold room and I'll tell +you." + +Lucy was soon curled in her chair; but no, she wasn't! she was under +such a blue, blue sky, as she had never dreamt of: clear sharp purple +hills rose up against it. There was a clear rippling little fountain, +bursting out of a rock, carved with old, old carvings, broken now and +defaced, but shadowed over by lovely maidenhair fern and trailing +bindweed; and in a niche above a little roof, sheltering a figure of the +Blessed Virgin. Some way off stood a long low house propped up against +the rich yellow stone walls and pillars of another old, old building, +and with a great chestnut-tree shadowing over it. It had a balcony, and +the gable end was open, and full of big yellow pumpkins and clusters of +grapes hung up to dry, and some goats were feeding round. + +Then came a merry, merry voice singing something about _la vendemmia_; +and though Lucy had never learnt Italian, her wonderful dream knowledge +made her sure that this meant the vintage, the grape-gathering; and +presently there came along a little girl dancing and beating a +tambourine, with a basket fastened to her back, filled to overflowing +with big, beautiful bunches of grapes: and a whole party of other +children, all loaded with as many grapes as they could carry, came +leaping and singing after her; their black hair loose, or sometimes +twisted with vine-leaves; their big black eyes dancing with merriment, +and their bare brown legs with glee. + +[Illustration: "Ah! Cecco, Cecco!" cried the little girl, pausing as she +beat her tambourine. + +_Page 38._] + +"Ah! Cecco, Cecco!" cried the little girl, pausing as she beat her +tambourine, "here's a stranger who has no grapes; give them here!" + +"But," said Lucy, "aren't they your Mamma's grapes; may you give them +away?" + +"Ah, ah! 'tis the _vendemmia_! all may eat grapes; as much as they will. +See, there's the vineyard." + +Lucy saw on the slope of the hill above the cottage long poles such as +hops grow upon, and vines trained about hither and thither in long +festoons, with leaves growing purple with autumn, and clusters hanging +down. Men in shady battered hats, bright sashes and braces, and white +shirt sleeves, and women with handkerchiefs folded square over their +heads, were cutting the grapes down, and piling them up in baskets; +and a low cart drawn by two mouse-coloured oxen, with enormous wide +horns and gentle-looking eyes, was waiting to be loaded with the +baskets. + +"To the wine-press! to the press!" shouted the children, who were +politeness itself and wanted to show her everything. + +The wine-press was a great marble trough with pipes leading off into +other vessels around. Into it went the grapes, and in the midst were men +and boys and little children, all with bare feet and legs up to the +knees, dancing and leaping, and bounding and skipping upon the grapes, +while the red juice covered their brown skins. + +"Come in, come in; you don't know how charming it is!" cried Cecco. "It +is the best time of all the year, the dear vintage; come and tread the +grapes." + +"But you must take off your shoes and stockings," said his sister, +Nunziata; "we never wear them but on Sundays and holidays." + +Lucy was not sure that she might, but the children looked so joyous, and +it seemed to be such fun, that she began fumbling with the buttons of +her boots, and while she was doing it she opened her eyes, and found +that her beautiful bunch of grapes was only the cushion in the bottom of +Mother Bunch's chair. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + +GREENLAND. + + +"SUPPOSE and suppose I tried what the very cold countries are like!" + +And Lucy bent over the globe till she was nearly ready to cut her head +off with the brass meridian, as she looked at the long jagged tongue, +with no particular top to it, hanging down on the east side of America. +Perhaps it was the making herself so cold that did it, but she found +herself in the midst of snow, snow, snow. All was snow except the sea, +and that was a deep green, and in it were monstrous floating white +things, pinnacled all over like the Cathedral, and as big, and with +hollows in them of glorious deep blue and green, like jewels; Lucy knew +they were icebergs. A sort of fringe of these cliffs of ice hemmed in +the shore. And on one of them stood what she thought at first was a +little brown bear, for the light was odd, the sun was so very low down, +and there was so much glare from the snow that it seemed unnatural. +However, before she had time to be afraid of the bear, she saw that it +was really a little boy, with a hood and coat and leggings all of thick, +thick fur, and a spear in his hand, with which he every now and then +made a dash at a fish,--great cod fish, such as Mamma had, with oysters, +when there was a dinner-party. + +Into them went his spear, up came the poor fish, and was strung with +some others on a string the boy carried. Lucy crept up as well as she +could on the slippery ice, and the little Esquimaux stared at her with a +kind of stupid surprise. + +[Illustration: "Is that the way you get fish?" she asked. + +_Page 47._] + +"Is that the way you get fish?" she asked. + +"Yes, and seals; Father gets them," he said. + +"Oh, what's that, swimming out there?" + +"That's a white bear," he said, coolly; "we had better get home." + +Lucy thought so indeed; only where was home? that puzzled her. However, +she trotted along by the side of her companion, and presently came to +what might have been an enormous snowball, but there was a hole in it. +Yes, it was hollow; and as her companion made for the opening, she saw +more little stout figures rolled up in furs inside. Then she perceived +that it was a house built up of blocks of snow, arranged so as to make +the shape of a beehive, all frozen together, and with a window of ice. +It made her shiver to think of going in, but she thought the white bear +might come after her, and in she went. Even her little head had to bend +under the low doorway, and behold it was the very closest, stuffiest, if +not the hottest place she had ever been in! There was a kind of lamp +burning in the hut; that is, a wick was floating in some oil, but there +was no glass, such as Lucy had been apt to think the chief part of a +lamp, and all round it squatted upon skins these queer little stumpy +figures, dressed so much alike that there was no knowing the men from +the women, except that the women had much the biggest boots, and used +them instead of pockets, and they had their babies in bags of skin upon +their backs. + +They seemed to be kind people, for they made room by their lamp for the +little girl, and asked her where she had been wrecked, and then one of +the women cut off a great lump of raw something--was it a walrus, with +that round head and big tusks?--and held it up to her; and when Lucy +shook her head and said, "No, thank you," as civilly as she could, the +woman tore it in two, and handed a lump over her shoulder to her baby, +who began to gnaw it. Then her first friend, the little boy, hoping to +please her better, offered her some drink. Ah! it was oil, just like +the oil that was burning in the lamp!--horrid train-oil from the whales! +She could not help shaking her head, so much that she woke herself up! + + + + +CHAPTER V + +TYROL. + + +"SUPPOSE and suppose I could see where that dear little black chamois +horn came from! But Mother Bunch can't tell me about that I'm afraid, +for she always went by sea, and here's the Tyrol without one bit of sea +near it. It's just one of the strings to the great knot of mountains +that tie Europe up in the middle. Oh! what is a mountain like?" + +Then suddenly came on Lucy's ears a loud blast like a trumpet; another +answered it farther off, another fainter still, and as she started up +she found she was standing on a little shelf of green grass with steep +slopes of stones and rock above, below, and around her; and rising up +all round huge, tall hills, their smooth slopes green and grassy, but in +the steep places, all steep, stern cliff and precipice, and as they were +seen further away they were of a beautiful purple, like a thunder-cloud. +Close to Lucy grew blue gentians like those in Mamma's garden, and +Alpine roses, and black orchises; but she did not know how to come down, +and was getting rather frightened when a clear little voice said, +"Little lady, have you lost your way? Wait till the evening hymn is +over, and I'll come and help you;" and then Lucy stood and listened, +while from all the peaks whence the horns had been blown there came the +strong sweet sound of an evening hymn, all joining together, while there +arose distant echoes of others farther away. When it was over, one shout +of "Jodel" echoed from each point, and then all was still except for the +tinkling of a little cow-bell. "That's the way we wish each other good +night," said the little girl, as the shadows mounted high on the tops of +the mountains, leaving them only peaks of rosy light. "Now come to the +chalet, and sister Rose will give you some milk." + +[Illustration: "Help me, I'm afraid," said Lucy. + +_Page 52._] + +"Help me. I'm afraid," said Lucy. + +"That is nothing," said the mountain maiden springing up to her like a +kid, in spite of her great heavy shoes; "you should see the places +Father and Seppel climb when they hunt the chamois." + +"What is your name?" asked Lucy, who much liked the looks of her little +companion in her broad straw hat, with a bunch of Alpine roses in it, +her thick striped frock, and white body and sleeves, braced with black +ribbon; it was such a pleasant, fresh, open face, with such rosy cheeks +and kindly blue eyes, that Lucy felt quite at home. + +"I am little Katherl. This is the first time I have come up with Rose to +the chalet, for I am big enough to milk the cows now. Ah! do you see +Ilse, the black one with a white tuft? She is our leading cow, and she +knows it, the darling. She never lets the others get into dangerous +places they cannot come off; she leads them home, at a sound of the +horn; and when we go back to the village, she will lead the herd with a +nosegay on the point of each horn, and a wreath round her neck. The men +will come up and fetch us, Seppel and all; and may be Seppel will bring +the medal for shooting with the rifle." + +"But what do you do up here?" + +"We girls go up for the summer with the cows to the pastures, the grass +is so rich and good on the mountains, and we make butter and cheese. +Wait, and you shall taste. Sit down on that stone." + +Lucy was glad to hear this promise, for the fresh mountain air had made +her hungry. Katherl skipped away towards a house with a projecting +wooden balcony, and deep eaves, beautifully carved, and came back with a +slice of bread and delicious butter, and a good piece of cheese, all on +a wooden platter, and a little bowl of new milk. Lucy thought she had +never tasted anything so nice. + +"And now the gracious little lady will rest a little while," said +Katherl, "whilst I go and help Rosel to strain the milk." + +So Lucy waited, but she felt so tired with her scramble that she could +not help nodding off to sleep, though she would have liked very much to +have stayed longer with the dear little Tyrolese. But we know by this +time where she always found herself when she awoke. + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + +AFRICA. + + +OH! oh! here is the little dried crocodile come alive, and opening a +horrible great mouth lined with terrible teeth at her. + +No, he is no longer in the museum; he is in a broad river, yellow, +heavy, and thick with mud; the borders are crowded with enormous reeds +and rushes; there is no getting through; no breaking away from him; here +he comes; horrid, horrid beast! Oh, how could Lucy have been so foolish +as to want to travel in Africa up to the higher parts of the Nile? How +will she ever get back again? He will gobble her up, her and Clare, who +was trusted to her, and whatever will Mamma and sister do? + +[Illustration: Hark! There's a cry, and out jumps a little black figure, +with a stout club in his hand. + +_Page 58._] + +Hark! There's a cry, a great shout, and out jumps a little black figure, +with a stout club in his hand: smash it goes down on the head of master +crocodile; the ugly beast is turning over on its back and dying. Then +Lucy has time to look at the little Negro, and he has time to look at +her. What a droll figure he is, with his woolly head and thick lips, the +whites of his eyes and his teeth gleaming so brightly, and his fat +little black person shining all over, as well it may, for he is rubbed +from head to foot with castor-oil. There it grows on that bush, with +broad, beautiful, folded leaves and red stems and the pretty grey and +black nuts. Lucy only wishes the negroes would keep it all to polish +themselves with, and not send any home. + +She wants to give the little black fellow some reward for saving her +from the crocodile, and luckily Clare has on her long necklace of blue +glass beads. She puts it into his hand, and he twists it round his +black wool, and cuts such dances and capers for joy that Lucy can hardly +stand for laughing; but the sun shines scorching hot upon her, and she +gets under the shade of a tall date palm, with big leaves all shooting +out together at the top, and fine bunches of dates below, all fresh and +green, not dried like those Papa sometimes gives her at dessert. + +The little negro, Tojo, asks if she would like some; he takes her by the +hand, and leads her into a whole cluster of little round mud huts, +telling her that he is Tojo, the king's son; she is his little sister, +and these are all his mothers! Which is his real mother Lucy cannot +quite make out, for she sees an immense party of black women, all shiny +and polished, with a great many beads wound round their heads, necks, +ankles, and wrists; and nothing besides the tiniest short petticoats: +and all the fattest are the smartest; indeed, they have gourds of milk +beside them, and are drinking it all day long to keep themselves fat. No +sooner however is Lucy led in among them, than they all close round, +some singing and dancing, and others laughing for joy, and crying, +"Welcome little daughter, from the land of spirits!" and then she finds +out that they think she is really Tojo's little sister, who died ten +moons ago, come back again from the grave as a white spirit. + +Tojo's own mother, a very fat woman indeed, holds out her arms, as big +as bed-posts and terribly greasy, gives her a dose of sour milk out of a +gourd, makes her lie down with her head in her lap, and begins to sing +to her, till Lucy goes to sleep; and wakes, very glad to see the +crocodile as brown and hard and immovable as ever; and that odd round +gourd with a little hole in it, hanging up from the ceiling. + + + + +CHAPTER VII. + +LAPLANDERS. + + +"IT shall not be a hot country next time," said Lucy, "though, after +all, the whale oil was not much worse than the castor oil.--Mother +Bunch, did your whaler always go to Greenland, and never to any nicer +place?" + +"Well, Missie, once we were driven between foul winds and icebergs up +into a fiord near North Cape, right at midsummer, and I'll never forget +what we saw there." + +[Illustration: And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and +arrows, such as she had never seen before. + +_Page 64._] + +Lucy was not likely to forget, either, for she found herself standing by +a narrow inlet of sea, as blue and smooth as a lake, and closely shut +in, except on the west, with red rocky hills and precipices with +pine-trees growing on them, except where the bare rock was too steep, or +where on a somewhat smoother shelf stood a timbered house, with a +farm-yard and barns all round it. But the odd thing was that the sun was +where she had never seen him before,--quite in the north, making all the +shadows come the wrong way. But how came the sun to be visible at all so +very late? Ah! she knew it now; this was Norway, and there was no night +at all! + +And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and arrows, such as +she had never seen before, except in the hands of the little Cupids in +the pictures in the drawing-room. Mother Bunch had said that the little +brown boys in India looked like the bronze Cupid who was on the +mantelshelf, but this little boy was white, or rather sallow-faced, and +well dressed too, in a tight, round, leather cap, and a dark blue +kind of shaggy gown with hairy leggings; and what he was shooting at +was some kind of wild-duck or goose, that came tumbling down heavily +with the arrow right across its neck. + +"There," said the boy, "I'll take that, and sell it to the Norse +bonder's wife up in the house above there." + +"Who are you, then?" said Lucy. + +"I'm a Lapp. We live on the hills, where the Norseman has not driven us +away, and the reindeer find their grass in summer and their moss in +winter." + +"Oh! have you got reindeer? I should so like to see them and to drive in +a sledge!" + +The boy, whose name was Peder, laughed, and said, "You can't go in a +sledge except when it is winter, with snow and ice to go upon, but I'll +soon show you a reindeer." + +Then he led the way, past the deliciously smelling, whispering +pine-woods that sheltered the Norwegian homestead, starting a little +aside when a great, tall, fair-faced, fair-haired Norse farmer came +striding along, singing some old old song, as he carried a heavy log on +his shoulder, past a seater or mountain meadow where the girls were +pasturing their cows, much like Lucy's friends in the Tirol, out upon +the grey moorland, where there was an odd little cluster of tents +covered with skins, and droll little, short, stumpy people running about +them. + +Peder gave a curious long cry, put his hand in his pocket, and pulled +out a lump of salt. Presently, a pair of long horns appeared, then +another, then a whole herd of the deer with big heads and horns growing +a good deal forward. The salt was held to them, and a rope was fastened +to all their horns that they might stand still in a line, while the +little Lapp women milked them. Peder went up to one of the women, and +brought back a little cupful for his visitor; it was all that one deer +gave, but it was so rich as to be almost like drinking cream. He led her +into one of the tents, but it was very smoky, and not much cleaner than +the Esquimaux. It is a wonder how Lucy could go to sleep there, but she +did, heartily wishing herself somewhere else. + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. + +CHINA. + + +WAS it the scent of the perfumed tea, a present from an old sailor +friend, which Mrs. Bunker was putting away, or was it the sight of the +red jar ornamented with little black-and-gold men, with round caps, long +petticoats, and pigtails, that caused Lucy next to open her eyes upon a +cane sofa, with cushions ornamented with figures in coloured silks? The +floor of the room was of shining inlaid wood; there were beautifully +woven mats all round; stands made of red lacquer work, and seats of cane +and bamboo; and there was a round window, through which could be seen a +beautiful garden, full of flowering shrubs and trees, a clear pond lined +with coloured tiles in the middle, and over the wall the gilded roof of +a pagoda, like an umbrella, only all in ridge and furrow, and with a +little bell at every spoke. Beyond, were beautifully and fantastically +shaped hills, and a lake below with pleasure boats on it. It was all +wonderfully like being upon a bowl come to life, and Lucy knew she was +in China, even before there came into the room, toddling upon her poor +little tiny feet, a young lady with a small yellow face, little slips of +eyes sloping upwards from her flat nose, and back hair combed up very +tight from her face, and twisted up with flowers and ornaments. She had +ever so many robes on, the edge of one peeping out below the other, and +at the top a sort of blue China-crape tunic, with very wide loose +sleeves drooping an immense way from her hands. There was no gathering +in at the waist, and it reached to her knees, where a still more +splendid white silk, embroidered, trailed along. She had a big fan in +her hand, but when she saw the visitor she went up to a beautiful little +low table, with an ivory frill round it, where stood some dainty, +delicate tea-cups and saucers. Into one of these she put a little ball, +about as big as an oak-apple, of tea-leaves; a maid dressed like herself +poured hot water on it, and handed it on a lacquer-work tray. Lucy took +it, said, "Thank you," and then waited. + +[Illustration: "Is it not good?" said the little hostess. + +_Page 72._] + +"Is it not good?" said the little hostess. + +"It must be! You are the real tea people," said Lucy; "but I was waiting +for sugar and milk." + +"That would spoil it," said the Chinese damsel; "only outer barbarians +would think of such a thing. And, ah! I see you are one! See, Ki-hi, +what monstrous feet!" + +"They are not bigger than your maid's," said Lucy, rather disgusted. +"Why are yours so small?" + +"Because my mother and nurse took care of me when I was a baby, and +bound them up that they might not grow big and ugly like the poor +creatures who have to run about for their husbands, feed silkworms, and +tend ducks!" + +"But shouldn't you like to walk without almost tumbling down?" said +Lucy. + +"No, indeed! Me, a daughter of a mandarin of the blue button! You are a +mere barbarian to think a lady ought to want to walk. Do you not see +that I never do anything? Look at my lovely nails." + +"I think they are claws," said Lucy; "do you never break them?" + +"No; when they are a little longer, I shall wear silver shields for +them, as my mother does." + +"And do you really never work?" + +"I should think not," said the young lady, scornfully fanning herself; +"I leave that to the common folk, who are obliged. Come with me and let +me lean on you, and I will give you a peep through the lattice, that you +may see that my father is far above making his daughter work. See, +there he sits, with his moustachios hanging down to his chin, and his +tail to his heels, and the blue dragon embroidered on his breast, +watching while they prepare the hall for a grand dinner. There will be a +stew of puppy dog, and another of kittens, and birds-nest soup; and then +the players will come and act a part of the nine-night tragedy, and we +will look through the lattice. Ah! Father is smoking opium, that he may +be serene and in good spirits! Does it make your head ache? Ah! that is +because you are a mere outer barbarian. She is asleep, Ki-hi; lay her on +the sofa, and let her sleep. How ugly her pale hair is, almost as bad as +her big feet!" + + + + +CHAPTER IX. + +KAMSCHATKA. + + +[Illustration: Whisking over the snow with all her might and main, +muffled up in cloaks and furs. + +_Page 79._] + +LUCY had been disappointed of a drive with the reindeer, and she had +been telling Don how useful his relations were in other places. Behold, +she awoke in a wide plain, where as far as her eye could reach there was +nothing but snow. The few fir-trees that stood in the distance were +heavily laden; and Lucy herself,--where was she? Going very fast? Yes, +whisking over the snow with all her might and main, and muffled up in +cloaks and furs, as indeed was necessary, for her breath froze upon the +big muffler round her throat, so that it seemed to be standing up in a +wall; and by her side was a little boy, muffled up quite as close, with +a cap or rather hood, casing his whole head, his hands gloved in fur up +to the elbows, and long fur boots. He had an immense long whip in his +hand, and was flourishing it, and striking with it--at what? They were +an enormous way off from him, but they really were very big dogs, +rushing along like the wind, and bearing along with them--what? Lucy's +ambition--a sledge, a thing without wheels, but gliding along most +rapidly on the hard snow; flying, flying almost fast enough to take away +her breath, and leaving birds, foxes, and any creature she saw for one +instant, far behind. And--what was very odd--the young driver had no +reins; he shouted at the dogs and now and then threw a stick at them, +and they quite seemed to understand, and turned when he wanted them. +Lucy wondered how he or they knew the way, it all seemed such a waste of +snow; and after feeling at first as if the rapidity of their course +made her unable to speak, she ventured on gasping out, "Well, I've been +in an express train, but this beats it! Where are you going?" + +"To Petropawlowsky, to change these skins for whisky and coffee, and +rice," answered the boy. + +"What skins are they?" asked Lucy. + +"Bears'--big brown bears that Father killed in a cave--and wolves' and +those of the little ermine and sable that we trap. We get much, much for +the white ermine and his black tail. Father's coming in another sledge +with, oh! such a big pile. Don't you hear his dogs yelp? We'll win the +race yet! Ugh! hoo! hoo! hoo-o-o!--On! on! lazy ones, on, I say! don't +let the old dogs catch the young!" + +Crack, crack, went the whip; the dogs yelped with eagerness,--they don't +bark, those Northern dogs; the little Kamschatkadale bawled louder and +louder, and never saw when Lucy rolled off behind, and was left in the +middle of a huge snowdrift, while he flew on with his load. + +Here were his father's dogs overtaking her; picking her--some one +picking her up. No, it was Don! and here was Mrs. Bunker exclaiming, +"Well, I never thought to find Miss Lucy in no better a place than on +Master's old bearskin!" + + + + +CHAPTER X. + +THE TURK. + + +"WHAT a beautiful long necklace, Mrs. Bunker! May I have it for +Lonicera?" + +"You may play with it while you are here, Missie, if you'll take care +not to break the string, but it is too curious for you to take home and +lose. It is what they call a Turkish rosary; they say it is made of +rose-leaves reduced to a paste and squeezed ever so hard together, and +that the poor ladies that are shut up in the harems have little or +nothing to do but to run them through their fingers." + +"It has a very nice smell," said Lucy, examining the dark brown beads, +which hung rather loosely on their string, and letting them fall one by +one through her hands, till of course that happened which she was hoping +for: she woke on a long low sofa, in the midst of a room all carpet and +cushions, in bright colours and gorgeous patterns, curling about with no +particular meaning; and with a window of rich brass lattice-work. + +And by her side there was an odd bubbling, that put her in mind of +blowing the soap-suds into a honey-comb when preparing them for bubble +blowing; but when she looked round she saw something very unlike the +long pipes her brother called "churchwardens," or the basin of +soap-suds. There was a beautifully shaped glass bottle, and into it went +a long, long twisting tube, like a snake coiled on the floor, and the +other end of the serpent, instead of a head, had an amber mouth-piece +which went between a pair of lips. Lucy knew it for a hubble-bubble or +narghilhe, and saw that the lips were in a brown face, with big black +eyes, round which dark bluish circles were drawn. The jet-black hair was +carefully braided with jewels, and over it was thrown a great +rose-coloured gauze veil; there was a loose purple satin sort of pelisse +over a white silk embroidered vest, tied in with a sash, striped with +all manner of colours, also immense wide white muslin trousers, out of +which peeped a pair of brown bare feet, which, however, had a splendid +pair of slippers curled up at the toes. + +The owner seemed to be very little older than Lucy, and sat gravely +looking at her for a little while, then clapped her hands. A black woman +came, and the young Turkish maiden said, "Bring coffee for the little +Frank lady." + +So a tiny table of mother-of-pearl was brought, and on it some exquisite +little striped porcelain cups, standing not in saucers, but in silver +filigree cups into which they exactly fitted. Lucy remembered her +Chinese experience, and did not venture to ask for milk or sugar, but +she found that the real Turkish coffee was so pure and delicate that she +could bear to drink it without. + +[Illustration: "Married! Oh, no, you are joking." + +_Page 86._] + +"Where are your jewels?" then asked the little hostess. + +"I'm not old enough to have any?" + +"How old are you?" + +"Nine." + +"Nine! I'm only ten, and I shall be married next week----" + +"Married! Oh, no, you are joking." + +"Yes, I shall. Selim Bey has paid my father the dowry for me, and I +shall be taken to his house next week." + +"And I suppose you like him very much." + +"He looks big and tall," said the child with exultation. "I saw him +riding when I went with my mother to the Sweet Waters. 'Amina,' she +said, 'there is your lord, in the Frankish coat--with the white horse.'" + +"Have you not talked to him?" + +"What should I do that for?" + +"Aunt Bessie used to like to talk to nobody but Uncle Frank before they +were married." + +"I shall talk enough when I am married. I shall make him give me plenty +of sweetmeats, and a carriage with two handsome bullocks, and the +biggest Nubian black slave in the market to drive me to Sweet Waters, in +a thin blue veil, with all my jewels on. Father says that Selim Bey will +give me everything, and a Frank governess. What is a governess? Is it +anything like the little gold case you have round your neck?" + +"My locket with Mamma's hair? Oh, no, no," said Lucy, laughing; "a +governess is a lady to teach you." + +"I don't want to learn any more," said Amina, much disgusted; "I shall +tell him I can make a pillau, and dry sweetmeats, and roll rose-leaves. +What should I learn for?" + +"Should you not like to read and write?" + +"Teaching is only meant for men. They have got to read the Koran, but it +is all ugly letters; I won't learn to read." + +"You don't know how nice it is to read stories, and all about different +countries. Ah! I wish I was in the schoolroom, at home, and I would show +you how pleasant it is." + +And Lucy seemed to have her wish all at once, for she and Amina stood in +her own schoolroom, but with no one else there. The first thing Amina +did was to scream, "Oh, what shocking windows! even men can see in; shut +them up." She rolled herself up in her veil, and Lucy could only satisfy +her by pulling down all the blinds, after which she ventured to look +about a little. "What have you to sit on?" she asked, with great +disgust. + +"Chairs and stools," said Lucy, laughing and showing them. + +"These little tables with four legs! How can you sit on them?" + +Lucy sat down and showed her. "That is not sitting," she said, and tried +to curl herself up cross-legged; "I can't dangle down my legs." + +"Our governess always makes us write out a tense of a French verb if +she sees us sitting with our legs crossed," said Lucy, laughing with +much amusement at Amina's attempts to wriggle herself up on the stool +whence she nearly fell. + +"Ah, I will never have a governess!" cried Amina. "I will cry, and cry, +and give Selim Bey no rest till he promises to let me alone. What a +dreadful place this is! Where can you sleep?" + +"In bed, to be sure" said Lucy. + +"I see no cushions to lie on." + +"No; we have bedrooms, and beds there. We should not think of taking off +our clothes here." + +"What should you undress for?" + +"To sleep, of course." + +"How horrible! We sleep in all our clothes wherever we like to lie down. +We never undress but for the bath. Do you go to the bath?" + +"I have a bath every morning, when I get up, in my own room." + +[Illustration: "I will show you where you live. This is Constantinople." + +_Page 92._] + +"Bathe at home! Then you never see your friends? We meet at the bath, +and talk and play and laugh." + +"Meet bathing! No, indeed! We meet at home, and out of doors," said +Lucy; "my friend Annie and I walk together." + +"Walk together! what, in the street? Shocking! You cannot be a lady." + +"Indeed I am," said Lucy, colouring up. "My Papa is a gentleman. And see +how many books we have, and how much we have to learn! French, and +music, and sums, and grammar, and history, and geography." + +"I _will_ not be a Frank! No, no! I will not learn," said the alarmed +Amina on hearing this catalogue poured forth. + +"Geography is very nice," said Lucy; "here are our maps. I will show you +where you live. This is Constantinople." + +"I live at Stamboul," said Amina, scornfully. + +"There is Stamboul in little letters below--look." + +"That Stamboul! The Frank girl is false; Stamboul is a large, large, +beautiful place; not a little black speck. I can see it from my lattice. +White houses and mosques in the sun, and the blue Golden Horn, with the +little caiques gliding." + +Before Lucy could explain, the door opened, and one of her brothers put +in his head. At once Amina began to scream and roll herself in the +window curtain. "A man in the harem! Oh! oh! oh! Were there no slippers +at the door?" And her screaming brought Lucy awake at Uncle Joe's +again. + + + + +CHAPTER XI. + +SWITZERLAND. + + +"I LIKED the mountain girl best of all," thought Lucy. "I wonder whether +I shall ever get among the mountains again. There's a great stick in the +corner that Uncle Joe calls his alpenstock. I'll go and read the names +upon it. They are all the mountains where he has used it." + +She read Mount Blanc, Mount Cenis, the Wengern, and so on; and of course +as she read and sung them over to herself, they lulled her off into her +wonderful dreams, and brought her this time into a meadow, steep and +sloping, but full of flowers, the loveliest flowers, of all kinds, +growing among the long grass that waved over them. The fresh clear air +was so delicious that she almost hoped she was gone back to her dear +Tyrol; but the hills were not the same. She saw upon the slope +quantities of cows, goats, and sheep, feeding just as on the Tyrolese +Alps; but beyond was a dark row of pines, and up above, in the sky as it +were, rose all round great sharp points--like clouds for their +whiteness, but not in their straight jagged outlines; and here and there +the deep grey clefts between seemed to spread into white rivers, or over +the ruddy purple of the half-distance came sharp white lines darting +downwards. + +As she sat up in the grass and looked about her, a bark startled her. A +dog began to growl, bark, and dance round her, so that she would have +been much frightened if the next moment a voice had not called him +off--"Fie, Brilliant, down; let the little girl alone. _Fi donc._ He is +good, Mademoiselle, never fear. He helps me keep the cows." + +[Illustration: "I cut it out with my knife, all myself." + +_Page 98._] + +"Who are you, then?" + +"I am Maurice, the little herd-boy. I live with my grandmother, and work +for her." + +"What, in keeping cows?" + +"Yes; and look here!" + +"O the delicious little cottage! It has eaves, and windows, and +balconies, and a door, and little cows and sheep, and men and women, all +in pretty white wood! You did not make it, Maurice?" + +"Yes, truly, I did; I cut it out with my knife, all myself." + +"How clever you must be. And what shall you do with it?" + +"I shall watch for a carriage with ladies winding up that long road; and +then I shall stand and take off my hat, and hold out my cottage. Perhaps +they will buy it, and then I shall have enough to get grandmother a warm +gown for the winter. When I grow bigger I will be a guide, like my +father." + +"A guide?" + +"Yes, to lead travellers up to the mountain-tops. There is nowhere you +English will not go. The harder a mountain is to climb, the more bent +you are on going up. And oh, I shall love it too! There are the great +glaciers, the broad streams of ice that fill up the furrows of the +mountains, with the crevasses so blue and beautiful and cruel. It was in +one of them my father was swallowed up." + +"Ah! then how can you love them?" said Lucy. + +"Because they are so grand and so beautiful," said Maurice. "No other +place has the like, and they make one's heart swell with wonder, and joy +in the God who made them. And it is only the brave who dare to climb +them!" + +And Maurice's eyes sparkled, and Lucy looked at the clear, stern glory +of the mountain points, and felt as if she understood him. + + + + +CHAPTER XII. + +THE COSSACK. + + +[Illustration: While he jerked out his arms and legs as if they were +pulled by strings. + +_Page 102._] + +CAPER, caper; dance, dance. What a wonderful dance it was, just as if +the little fellow had been made of cork, so high did he bound the moment +he touched the ground; while he jerked out his arms and legs as if they +were pulled by strings, like the Marionettes that had once performed in +the front of the window. Only, his face was all fun and life, and he did +look so proud and delighted to show what he could do; and it was all in +clear, fresh, open air, the whole extent covered with short green grass, +upon which were grazing herds of small lean horses, and flocks of sheep +without tails, but with their wool puffed out behind into a sort of +bustle or _panier_. There was a cluster of clean, white-looking houses +in the distance; and Lucy knew that she was in the great plains called +the Steppes, that lie between the rivers Volga and Don, and may be +either in Europe or Asia, according as you look at an old map or a new. + +"Do you live there?" she asked, by way of beginning the conversation. + +"Yes; my father is the hetman of the Stantitza, and these are my +holidays. I go to school at Tcherkask most part of the year." + +"Tcherkask! Oh, what a funny name!" + +"And you would think it a funny town if you were there. It is built on a +great bog by the side of the river Volga; all the houses stand on piles +of timber, and in the spring the streets are full of water, and one has +to sail about in boats." + +"Oh! that must be delicious." + +"I don't like it as much as coming home and riding. See!" and as he +whistled, one of the horses came whinnying up, and put his nose over the +boy's shoulder. + +"Good fellow! But your horses are thin; they look little." + +"Little!" cried the young Cossack. "Why, do you know what our little +horses can do? There are not many armies in Europe that they have not +ridden down, at one time or another. Why, the church at Tcherkask is +hung all round with Colours we have taken from our enemies. There's the +Swede--didn't Charles XII. get the worst of it when he came in his big +boots after the Cossack?--ay, and the Turk, and the Austrian, and the +German, and the French? Ah! doesn't my grandfather tell how he rode his +good little horse all the way from the Volga to the Seine, and the good +Czar Alexander himself gave him the medal with 'Not unto us, but unto +Thy Name be the praise'? Our father the Czar does not think so little of +us and our horses as you do, young lady." + +"I beg your pardon," said Lucy; "I did not know what your horses could +do." + +"Oh, you did not! That is some excuse for you. I'll show you." + +And in one moment he was on the back of his little horse, leaning down +on its neck, and galloping off over the green plain like the wind; but +it seemed to Lucy as if she had only just watched him out of sight on +one side before he was close to her on the other, having whirled round +and cantered close up to her while she was looking the other way. "Come +up with me," he said; and in one moment she had been swept up before him +on the little horse's neck, and was flying so wildly over the Steppes +that her breath and sense failed her, and she knew no more till she was +safe by Mrs. Bunker's fireside again. + + + + +CHAPTER XIII. + +SPAIN. + + +"SUPPOSE and suppose I go to sleep again; what should I like to see +next? A sunny place, I think, where there is sea to look at. Shall it be +Spain, and shall it be among the poor people? Well, I think I should +like to be where there is a little lady girl. I hope they are not all as +lazy and conceited as the Chinese and the Turk." + +So Lucy awoke in a large cool room with a marble floor and heavy +curtains, but with little furniture except one table, and a row of +chairs ranged along the wall. It had two windows, one looking out into +a garden,--such a garden!--orange-trees with shining leaves and green +and golden fruit and white flowers, and jasmines, and great lilies +standing round about a marble court, in the midst of which was a basin +of red marble, where a fountain was playing, making a delicious +splashing; and out beyond these sparkled in the sun the loveliest and +most delicious of blue seas--the same blue sea, indeed, that Lucy had +seen in her Italian visit. + +That window was empty; but the other, which looked out into the street, +had cushions laid on the sill, an open-work stone ledge beyond, and +little looking-glasses on either side; and leaning over this sill there +was seated a little maiden in a white frock, but with a black lace veil +fastened by a rose into her jet-black hair, and the daintiest, +prettiest-shaped little feet imaginable in white satin shoes, which +could be plainly seen as she knelt on the window-seat. + +"What are you looking at?" asked Lucy, coming to her side. + +[Illustration: "See now," cried the Spaniard, "stand there. Ah! have you +no castanets?" + +_Page 110._] + +"I'm watching for the procession. Then I shall go to church with Mamma. +Look! That way we shall see it come; these two mirrors reflect +everything up and down the street." + +"Are you dressed for church?" asked Lucy. "You have no hat on." + +"Where does your grace come from not to know that a mantilla is what is +fit for church? Mamma is being dressed in her black silk and her black +mantilla." + +"And your shoes?" + +"I could not wear great, coarse, hard shoes," said the little Dona Ines; +"it would spoil my feet. Ah! I shall have time to show the Senorita what +I can do. Can your grace dance?" + +"I danced with Uncle Joe at our last Christmas party," said Lucy, with +great dignity. + +"See now," cried the Spaniard; "stand there. Ah! have you no castanets?" +and she quickly took out two very small ivory shells or bowls, each pair +fastened together by a loop, through which she passed her thumb so that +the little spoons hung on her palm, and she could snap them together +with her fingers. + +Then she began to dance round Lucy in the most graceful swimming way, +now rising, now falling, and cracking her castanets together at +intervals. Lucy tried to do the same, but her limbs seemed like a wooden +doll's compared with the suppleness and ease of Ines. She made sharp +corners and angles, where the Spaniard floated so like a sea-bird that +it was like seeing her fly or float rather than merely dance, till at +last the very watching her rendered Lucy drowsy and dizzy, and as the +church bells began to ring, and the chant of the procession to sound, +she lost all sense of being in sunny Malaga, the home of grapes. + + + + +CHAPTER XIV. + +GERMANY. + + +[Illustration: "What are you about, little boy?" + +_Page 114._] + +THERE was a great murmur and buzz of learning lessons; rows upon rows of +little boys were sitting before desks, studying; very few heads looked +up as Lucy found herself walking round the room--a large clean room, +with maps hanging on the walls, but hot and weary-feeling, because there +were no windows open and so little fresh air. + +"What are you about, little boy?" she asked. + +"I am learning my verb," he said; "_moneo_, _mones_, _monet_." + +Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to another desk. "And what are you +doing?" + +"I am writing my analysis." + +Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so she went a little further. +"What are you doing here?" she said timidly, for these were somewhat +bigger boys. + +"We are drawing up an essay on the individuality of self." + +That was enough to frighten any one away, and Lucy betook herself to +some quite little boys, with fat rosy faces and light hair. "Are you +busy, too?" she said. + +"Oh yes; we are learning the chief cities of the Fatherland." + +Lucy felt like the little boy in the fable, who could not get either the +dog, or the bird, or the bee, to play with him. + +"When do you play?" she asked. + +"We have an hour's interval after dinner, and another at supper-time, +but then we prepare our work for the morrow," said one of the boys, +looking up well satisfied. + +"Work! work! Are you always at work?" exclaimed Lucy; "I only learn +from nine to half-past twelve, and half an hour to get my lessons in the +afternoon." + +"You are a maiden," said the little boy with civil superiority; "your +brothers learn more hours." + +"More; yes, but not so many as you do. They play from twelve till +half-past two, and have two half-holidays in the week." + +"So, you are not industrious. We are. That is the reason why we can all +act together, and think together, so much better than any others; and we +all stand as one irresistible power, the United Germany." + +Lucy gave a little gasp! it was all so very wise. + +"May I see your sisters?" she said. + +The little sisters, Gretchens and Kaetchens were learning away almost as +hard as the Hermanns and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters had what Lucy +thought a better time of it. One of them was helping in the kitchen, and +another in the ironing; but then they had their books and their music, +and in the evening all the families came out into the pleasure gardens, +and had little tables with coffee before them, and the mammas knitted, +and the papas smoked, and the young ladies listened to the band. On the +whole, Lucy thought she should not mind living in Germany, if they would +not do so many lessons. + + + + +CHAPTER XV. + +PARIS IN THE SIEGE. + + +"AND Uncle Joe is in France, where the fathers and brothers of those +little Prussian boys have been fighting. Suppose and suppose I could see +it." + +There was a thunder and a whizzing in the air and a sharp rattling noise +besides; a strange, damp, unwholesome smell too, mixed with that of +gunpowder; and when Lucy looked up, she found herself down some steps in +a dark, dull, vaulted-looking place, lined with stone, however, and open +to the street above. A little lamp was burning in a corner, piles of +straw and bits of furniture were lying about, and upon one of the +bundles of straw sat a little rough-haired girl. + +[Illustration: "Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning. Are you come here to +take shelter from the shells?" + +_Page 123._] + +"Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning," she said. "Are you come here to take +shelter from the shells? The battery is firing now; I do not think Mamma +will come home till it slackens a little. She is gone to the +distribution of meat, to get a piece of horse for my brother, who is +weak after his wounds. I wish I could offer you something, but we have +nothing but water, and it is not even sugared." + +"Do you live down here?" asked Lucy, looking round at the dreary place +with wonder. + +"Not always. We used to have a pretty little house up over, but the +cruel shells came crashing in, and flew into pieces, tearing everything +to splinters, and we are only safe from them down here. Ah, if I could +only have shown you Mamma's pretty room! but there is a great hole in +the floor now, and the ceiling is all tumbling down, and the table +broken." + +"But why do you stay here?" + +"Mamma and Emily say it is all the same. We are as safe in our cellar as +we could be anywhere, and we should have to pay elsewhere." + +"Then you cannot get out of Paris?" + +"Oh no, while the Prussians are all round us, and shut us in. My +brothers are all in the Garde Mobile, and, you see, so is my doll. Every +one must be a soldier now. My dear Adolphe, hold yourself straight" (and +there the doll certainly showed himself perfectly drilled and +disciplined). "March--right foot forward--left foot forward." But in +this movement, as may be well supposed, little Coralie had to help her +recruit a good deal. + +Lucy was surprised. "So you can play even in this dreadful place?" she +said. + +"Oh yes! What's the use of crying and wearying oneself? I do not mind as +long as they leave me my kitten, my dear little Minette." + +"Oh! what a pretty long-haired kitten! but how small and thin!" + +"Yes, truly, the poor Minette! The cruel people ate her mother, and +there is no milk--no milk, and my poor Minette is almost starved, though +I give her bits of my bread and soup; but the bread is only bran and +sawdust, and she likes it no more than I." + +"Ate up her mother!" + +"Yes. She was a superb Cyprus cat, all grey; but, alas I one day she +took a walk in the street, and they caught her, and then indeed it was +all over with her. I only hope Minette will not get out, but she is so +lean that they would find little but bones and fur." + +"Ah, how I wish I could take you and her home to Uncle Joe, and give you +both good bread and milk! Take my hand, and shut your eyes, and we will +suppose and suppose very hard, and, perhaps, you will come there with +me. Paris is not so very far off." + + + + +CHAPTER XVI. + +THE AMERICAN GUEST. + + +[Illustration: "What can that be, coming at this time of day?" + +_Page 126._] + +NO; supposing very hard did not bring poor little French Coralie home +with Lucy; but something almost as wonderful happened. Just at the time +in the afternoon, blind man's holiday, when Lucy had been used to ride +off on her dream to visit some wonderful place, there came a knock at +the front door; a quite real substantial English knock and ring, that +did not sound at all like any of the strange noise of the strange worlds +that she had lately been hearing, but had the real tinkle of Uncle Joe's +own bell. + +[Illustration: "Good morning. Where do you come from?" + +_Page 131._] + +"Well," said Mrs. Bunker, "what can that be, coming at this time of day? +It can never be the doctor coming home without sending orders! +Don't you be running out, Miss Lucy; there'll be a draught of cold right +in." + +Lucy stood still; very anxious, and wondering whether she should see +anything alive, or one of her visitors from various countries. + +"There is a letter from Mr. Seaman," said a brisk young voice, that +would have been very pleasant if it had not gone a little through the +nose; and past Mrs. Bunker there walked into the full light a little +boy, a year or two older than Lucy, holding out one hand as he saw her +and taking off his hat with the other. "Good morning," he said, quite at +his ease; "is this where you live?" + +"Good morning," returned Lucy, though it was not morning at all; "where +do you come from?" + +"Well, I'm from Paris last; but when I'm at home, I'm at Boston. I am +Leonidas Saunders, of the great American Republic." + +"Oh, then you are not real, after all?" + +"Real! I should hope I was a genuine article." + +"Well, I was in hopes that you were real, only you say you come from a +strange country, like the rest of them, and yet you look just like an +English boy." + +"Of course I do! my great grandfather came from England," said Leonidas; +"we all speak English as well, or better, than you do in the old +country." + +"I can't understand it!" said Lucy; "did you come like other people, by +the train, not like the children in my dreams?" + +And then Leonidas explained all about it to her: how his father had +brought him last year to Europe and had put him to school at Paris; but +when the war broke out, and most of the stranger scholars were taken +away, no orders came about him, because his father was a merchant and +was away from home, so that no one ever knew whether the letters had +reached him. + +So Leonidas had gone on at school without many tasks to learn, to be +sure, but not very comfortable: it was so cold, and there was no wood to +burn; and he disliked eating horses and cats and rats, quite as much as +Coralie did, though he was not in a part of the town where so many +shells came in. + +At last, when Lucy's uncle and some other good gentlemen with the red +cross on their sleeves, obtained leave to go and take some relief to the +poor sick people in the hospitals, the people Leonidas was with told +them that he was a little American left behind. Mr. Seaman, which was +Uncle Joe's name, went to see about him, and found that he had once +known his father. So, after a great deal of trouble, it had been managed +that the boy should be allowed to leave the town. He had been driven in +an omnibus, he told Lucy, with some more Americans and English, and with +flags with stars and stripes or else Union Jacks all over it; and +whenever they came to a French sentry, or afterwards to a Prussian, +they were stopped till he called his corporal, who looked at their +papers and let them go on. Mr. Seaman had taken charge of Leonidas, and +given him the best dinner he had eaten for a long time, but as he was +going to Blois to other hospitals, he could not keep the boy with him; +so he had put him in charge of a friend who was going to London, to send +him down to Mrs. Bunker. + +Fear of Lucy's rash was pretty well over now, and she was to go home in +a day or two; so the children were allowed to be together, and they +enjoyed it very much. Lucy told about her dreams, and Leonidas had a +good deal to tell of what he had really seen on his travels. They wished +very much that they could both see one of these wonderful dreams +together, only--what should it be? + + + + +CHAPTER XVII. + +THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS. + + +[Illustration: Oh! such a din! + +_Page 137._] + +WHAT should it be? She thought of Arabs with their tents and horses, and +Leonidas told her of Red Indians with their war-paint, and little +Negroes dancing round the sugar-boiling, till her head began quite to +swim and her ears to buzz; and all the children she had seen and she had +not seen seemed to come round her, and join hands and dance. Oh, such a +din! A little Highlander in his tartans stood on a whisky-barrel in the +middle, making his bagpipes squeal away; a Chinese with a bald head and +long pigtail beat a gong, and capered with a solemn face; a Norwegian +herd-boy blew a monstrous bark cow-horn; an Indian juggler twisted +snakes round his neck to the sound of the tom-tom; and Lucy found +herself and Leonidas whirling round with a young Dutch planter between +them, and an Indian with a crown of feathers upon the other side of her. + +"Oh!" she seemed to herself to cry, "what are you doing? how do you all +come here?" + +"We are from all the nations who are friends and brethren," said the +voices; "we all bring our stores: the sugar, rice, and cotton of the +West; the silk and coffee and spices of the East; the tea of China; the +furs of the North: it all is exchanged from one to the other, and should +teach us to be all brethren, since we cannot thrive one without the +other." + +"It all comes to our country, because we are clever to work it up, and +send it out to be used in its own homes," said the Highlander; "it is +English and Scotch machines that weave your cottons, ay, and make your +tools." + +"No; it is America that beats you all," cried Leonidas; "what had you to +do, but to sit down and starve, when we sent you no cotton?" + +"If you send cotton, 'tis we that weave it," cried the Scot. + +Lucy was almost afraid they would come to blows over which was the +greatest and most skilful country. "It cannot be buying and selling that +make nations love one another, and be peaceful," she thought. "Is it +being learned and wise?" + +"But the Prussian boys are studious and wise, and the French are clever +and skilful, and yet they have that dreadful war: I wonder what it is +that would make and keep all these countries friends!" + +And then there came an echo back to little Lucy: "For out of Zion shall +go forth the Law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. And He shall +judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people; and they shall +beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into +pruning-hooks: nations shall not lift up sword against nation, neither +shall they war any more." + +Yes; the more they learn and keep the law of the Lord, the less there +will be of those wars. 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Edited by + Stephen Bonsal. 12mo. xi + 316 pages. + +These letters throw much light on our recent history. The story of our +"Expansion" is well told, and the problems which are its outgrowth are +treated with clearness and insight. + + + =BUCK. BOY'S SELF-GOVERNING CLUBS.= By Winifred + Buck. 16mo. x + 218 pages. + +The history of self-governing clubs, with directions for their +organization and management. The author has had many years' experience +as organizer and adviser of self-governing clubs in New York City and +the vicinity. + + + =CARROLL. ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND.= By + Lewis Carroll. 12mo. Illustrated. xiv + 192 pages. + + + =CARROLL. THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS AND WHAT ALICE + FOUND THERE.= By Lewis Carroll. 12mo. Illustrated. + xv + 224 pages. + +The authorized edition of these children's classics. They have recently +been reprinted from new type and new cuts made from the original wood +blocks. + + + =CHURCH. THE STORY OF THE ILIAD.= By Rev. A. J. + Church. vii + 314 pages. + + + =CHURCH. THE STORY OF THE ODYSSEY.= By Rev. A. J. + Church. vii + 306 pages. + +The two great epics are retold in prose by one of the best of +story-tellers. The Greek atmosphere is remarkably well preserved. + + + =CRADDOCK. THE STORY OF OLD FORT LOUDON.= By + Charles Egbert Craddock. 12mo. Illustrated. v + + 409 pages. + +A story of pioneer life in Tennessee at the time of the Cherokee +uprising in 1760. The frontier fort serves as a background to this +picture of Indian craft and guile and pioneer pleasures and hardships. + + + =CROCKETT. RED CAP TALES.= By S. R. Crockett. 8vo. + Illustrated. xii + 413 pages. + +The volume consists of a number of tales told in succession from four of +Scott's novels--"Waverley," "Guy Mannering," "Rob Roy," and "The +Antiquary"; with a break here and there while the children to whom they +are told discuss the story just told from their own point of view. No +better introduction to Scott's novels could be imagined or contrived. +Half a dozen or more tales are given from each book. + + + =DIX. A LITTLE CAPTIVE LAD.= By Beulah Marie Dix. + 12mo. Illustrated. vii + 286 pages. + +The story is laid in the time of Cromwell, and the captive lad is a +cavalier, full of the pride of his caste. The plot develops around the +child's relations to his Puritan relatives. It is a well-told story, +with plenty of action, and is a faithful picture of the times. + + + =EGGLESTON. SOUTHERN SOLDIER STORIES.= By George + Cary Eggleston. 12mo. Illustrated. xi + 251 pages. + +Forty-seven stories illustrating the heroism of those brave Americans +who fought on the losing side in the Civil War. Humor and pathos are +found side by side in these pages which bear evidence of absolute truth. + + + =ELSON. SIDE LIGHTS ON AMERICAN HISTORY.= + +This volume takes a contemporary view of the leading events in the +history of the country from the period of the Declaration of +Independence to the close of the Spanish-American War. The result is a +very valuable series of studies in many respects more interesting and +informing than consecutive history. + + + =GAYE. THE GREAT WORLD'S FARM.= Some Account of + Nature's Crops and How they are Sown. By Selina + Gaye. 12mo. Illustrated. xii + 365 pages. + +A readable account of plants and how they live and grow. It is as free +as possible from technicalities and well adapted to young people. + + + =GREENE. PICKETT'S GAP.= By Homer Greene. 12mo. + Illustrated. vii + 288 pages. + +A story of American life and character illustrated in the personal +heroism and manliness of an American boy. It is well told, and the +lessons in morals and character are such as will appeal to every honest +instinct. + + + =HAPGOOD. ABRAHAM LINCOLN.= By Norman Hapgood. + 12mo. Illustrated. xiii + 433 pages. + +This is one of the best one-volume biographies of Lincoln, and a +faithful picture of the strong character of the great President, not +only when he was at the head of the nation, but also as a boy and a +young man, making his way in the world. + + + =HAPGOOD. GEORGE WASHINGTON.= By Norman Hapgood. + 12mo. Illustrated. xi + 419 pages. + +Not the semi-mythical Washington of some biographers, but a clear, +comprehensive account of the man as he really appeared in camp, in the +field, in the councils of his country, at home, and in society. + + + =HOLDEN. REAL THINGS IN NATURE.= A Reading Book of + Science for American Boys and Girls. By Edward S. + Holden. Illustrated. 12mo. xxxviii + 443 pages. + +The topics are grouped under nine general heads: Astronomy, Physics, +Meteorology, Chemistry, Geology, Zooelogy, Botany, The Human Body, and +The Early History of Mankind. The various parts of the volume give the +answers to the thousand and one questions continually arising in the +minds of youths at an age when habits of thought for life are being +formed. + + + =HUFFORD. SHAKESPEARE IN TALE AND VERSE.= By Lois + Grosvenor Hufford. 12mo. ix + 445 pages. + +The purpose of the author is to introduce Shakespeare to such of his +readers as find the intricacies of the plots of the dramas somewhat +difficult to manage. The stories which constitute the main plots are +given, and are interspersed with the dramatic dialogue in such a manner +as to make tale and verse interpret each other. + + + =HUGHES. TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL DAYS.= By Thomas + Hughes. 12mo. Illustrated. xxi + 376 pages. + +An attractive and convenient edition of this great story of life at +Rugby. It is a book that appeals to boys everywhere and which makes for +manliness and high ideals. + + + =HUTCHINSON. THE STORY OF THE HILLS.= A Book about + Mountains for General Readers. By Rev. H. W. + Hutchinson. 12mo. Illustrated. xv + 357 pages. + +"A clear account of the geological formation of mountains and their +various methods of origin in language so clear and untechnical that it +will not confuse even the most unscientific."--_Boston Evening +Transcript._ + + + =ILLINOIS GIRL. A PRAIRIE WINTER.= By an Illinois + Girl. 16mo. 164 pages. + +A record of the procession of the months from midway in September to +midway in May. The observations on Nature are accurate and sympathetic, +and they are interspersed with glimpses of a charming home life and bits +of cheerful philosophy. + + + =INGERSOLL. WILD NEIGHBORS. OUTDOOR STUDIES IN THE + UNITED STATES.= By Ernest Ingersoll. 12mo. + Illustrated. xii + 301 pages. + +Studies and stories of the gray squirrel, the puma, the coyote, the +badger, and other burrowers, the porcupine, the skunk, the woodchuck, +and the raccoon. + + + =INMAN. THE RANCH ON THE OXHIDE.= By Henry Inman. + 12mo. Illustrated. xi + 297 pages. + +A story of pioneer life in Kansas in the late sixties. Adventures with +wild animals and skirmishes with Indians add interest to the narrative. + + + =JOHNSON. CERVANTES' DON QUIXOTE.= Edited by + Clifton Johnson. 12mo. Illustrated. xxiii + 398 + pages. + +A well-edited edition of this classic. The one effort has been to bring +the book to readable proportions without excluding any really essential +incident or detail, and at the same time to make the text +unobjectionable and wholesome. + + + =JUDSON. THE GROWTH OF THE AMERICAN NATION.= By + Harry Pratt Judson. 12mo. Illustrations and maps. + xi + 359 pages. + +The cardinal facts of American History are grasped in such a way as to +show clearly the orderly development of national life. + + + =KEARY. THE HEROES OF ASGARD: TALES FROM + SCANDINAVIAN MYTHOLOGY.= By A. and E. Keary. 12mo. + Illustrated. 323 pages. + +The book is divided into nine chapters, called "The AEsir," "How Thor +went to Joetunheim," "Frey," "The Wanderings of Freyja," "Iduna's +Apples," "Baldur," "The Binding of Fenrir," "The Punishment of Loki," +"Ragnaroek." + + + =KING. DE SOTO AND HIS MEN IN THE LAND OF + FLORIDA.= By Grace King. 12mo. Illustrated. xiv + + 326 pages. + +A story based upon the Spanish and Portuguese accounts of the attempted +conquest by the armada which sailed under De Soto in 1538 to subdue this +country. Miss King gives a most entertaining history of the invaders' +struggles and of their final demoralized rout; while her account of the +native tribes is a most attractive feature of the narrative. + + + =KINGSLEY. MADAM HOW AND LADY WHY: FIRST LESSONS + IN EARTH LORE FOR CHILDREN.= By Charles Kingsley. + 12mo. Illustrated. xviii + 321 pages. + +Madam How and Lady Why are two fairies who teach the how and why of +things in nature. There are chapters on Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Coral +Reefs, Glaciers, etc., told in an interesting manner. The book is +intended to lead children to use their eyes and ears. + + + =KINGSLEY. THE WATER BABIES: A FAIRY TALE FOR A + LAND BABY.= By Charles Kingsley. 12mo. + Illustrated. 330 pages. + +One of the best children's stories ever written; it has deservedly +become a classic. + + + =LANGE. OUR NATIVE BIRDS: HOW TO PROTECT THEM AND + ATTRACT THEM TO OUR HOMES.= By D. Lange. 12mo. + Illustrated. x + 162 pages. + +A strong plea for the protection of birds. Methods and devices for their +encouragement are given, also a bibliography of helpful literature, and +material for Bird Day. + + + =LOVELL. STORIES IN STONE FROM THE ROMAN FORUM.= + By Isabel Lovell. 12mo. Illustrated. viii + 258 + pages. + +The eight stories in this volume give many facts that travelers wish to +know, that historical readers seek, and that young students enjoy. The +book puts the reader in close touch with Roman life. + + + =McFARLAND. GETTING ACQUAINTED WITH THE TREES.= By + J. Horace McFarland. 8vo. Illustrated. xi + 241 + pages. + +A charmingly written series of tree essays. They are not scientific but +popular, and are the outcome of the author's desire that others should +share the rest and comfort that have come to him through acquaintance +with trees. + + + =MAJOR. THE BEARS OF BLUE RIVER.= By Charles + Major. 12mo. Illustrated. 277 pages. + +A collection of good bear stories with a live boy for the hero. The +scene is laid in the early days of Indiana. + + + =MARSHALL. WINIFRED'S JOURNAL.= By Emma Marshall. + 12mo. Illustrated. 353 pages. + +A story of the time of Charles the First. Some of the characters are +historical personages. + + + =MEANS. PALMETTO STORIES.= By Celina E. Means. + 12mo. Illustrated. x + 244 pages. + +True accounts of some of the men and women who made the history of South +Carolina, and correct pictures of the conditions under which these men +and women labored. + + + =MORRIS. MAN AND HIS ANCESTOR: A STUDY IN + EVOLUTION.= By Charles Morris. 16mo. Illustrated. + vii + 238 pages. + +A popular presentation of the subject of man's origin. The various +significant facts that have been discovered since Darwin's time are +given, as well as certain lines of evidence never before presented in +this connection. + + + =NEWBOLT. STORIES FROM FROISSART.= By Henry + Newbolt. 12mo. Illustrated. xxxi + 368 pages. + +Here are given entire thirteen episodes from the "Chronicles" of Sir +John Froissart. The text is modernized sufficiently to make it +intelligible to young readers. Separated narratives are dovetailed, and +new translations have been made where necessary to make the narrative +complete and easily readable. + + + =OVERTON. THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.= By Gwendolen + Overton. 12mo. Illustrated. vii + 270 pages. + +A story of girl life at an army post on the frontier. The plot is an +absorbing one, and the interest of the reader is held to the end. + + + =PALGRAVE. THE CHILDREN'S TREASURY OF ENGLISH + SONG.= Selected and arranged by Francis Turner + Palgrave. 16mo. viii + 302 pages. + +This collection contains 168 selections--songs, narratives, descriptive +or reflective pieces of a lyrical quality, all suited to the taste and +understanding of children. + + + =PALMER. STORIES FROM THE CLASSICAL LITERATURE OF + MANY NATIONS.= Edited by Bertha Palmer. 12mo. xv + + 297 pages. + +A collection of sixty characteristic stories from Chinese, Japanese, +Hebrew, Babylonian, Arabian, Hindu, Greek, Roman, German, Scandinavian, +Celtic, Russian, Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Anglo-Saxon, +English, Finnish, and American Indian sources. + + + =RIIS. CHILDREN OF THE TENEMENTS.= By Jacob A. + Riis. 12mo. Illustrated. ix + 387 pages. + +Forty sketches and short stories dealing with the lights and shadows of +life in the slums of New York City, told just as they came to the +writer, fresh from the life of the people. + + + =SANDYS. TRAPPER JIM.= By Edwyn Sandys. 12mo. + Illustrated. ix + 441 pages. + +A book which will delight every normal boy. Jim is a city lad who learns +from an older cousin all the lore of outdoor life--trapping, shooting, +fishing, camping, swimming, and canoeing. The author is a well-known +writer on outdoor subjects. + + + =SEXTON. STORIES OF CALIFORNIA.= By Ella M. + Sexton. 12mo. Illustrated. x + 211 pages. + +Twenty-two stories illustrating the early conditions and the romantic +history of California and the subsequent development of the state. + + + =SHARP. THE YOUNGEST GIRL IN THE SCHOOL.= By + Evelyn Sharp. 12mo. 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