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Eskimo Twins: "A Twins Story"
Eskimo Twins: "A Twins Story"
Lucy F. Perkins
¥18.80
THIS is the true story of Menie and Monnie and their two little dogs, Nip and Tup.Menie and Monnie are twins, and they live far away in the North, near the very edge.They are five years old. Menie is the boy, and Monnie is the girl. But you cannot tell which is Menie and which is Monnie,—not even if you look ever so hard at their pictures!That is because they dress alike.When they are a little way off even their own mother can't always tell. And if she can't, who canSometimes the twins almost get mixed up about it themselves. And then it is very hard to know which is Nip and which is Tup, because the little dogs are twins too.Nobody was surprised that the little dogs were twins, because dogs often are.But everybody in the whole village where Menie and Monnie live was simply astonished to see twin babies!They had never known of any before in their whole lives.Old Akla, the Angakok, or Medicine Man of the village, shook his head when he heard about them. He said, "Such a thing never happened here before. Seals and human beings never have twins! There's magic in this."The name of the twins' father was Kesshoo. If you say it fast it sounds just like a sneeze.Their mother's name was Koolee. Kesshoo and Koolee, and Menie and Monnie, and Nip and Tup, all live together in the cold Arctic winter in a little stone hut, called an "igloo."In the summer they live in a tent, which they call a "tupik." The winters are very long and cold, and what do you think! They have one night there that is four whole months long!For four long months, while we are having Thanksgiving, and Christmas, and even Lincoln's Birthday, the twins never once see the sun!
Tales of Space and Time
Tales of Space and Time
H. G. Wells
¥18.80
Tales of Space and Time, A collection of short stories: "The Crystal Egg", "The Star", "A Story of the Stone Age", "A Story of the Days to Come" & "The Man who could Work Miracles" ? Some Books of Wells: The War of the Worlds (1898) The Time Machine (1895) A Modern Utopia (1905) The Invisible Man (1897) The Island of Dr. Moreau (1896) The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth (1904) The Sleeper Awakes (1910) The Story of the Inexperienced Ghost (1902) The First Men in the Moon (1901) A Dream of Armageddon (1901)
The Double
The Double
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
¥18.80
-THE DOUBLE- centers on a government clerk who goes mad. It deals with the internal psychological struggle of its main character, Yakov Petrovich Golyadkin, who repeatedly encounters someone who is his exact double in appearance but confident, aggressive, and extroverted, characteristics that are the polar opposites to those of the toadying "pushover" protagonist. ??The motif of the novella is a doppelganger (Russian "dvoynik"), known throughout the world in various guises such as the fetch. * * *? It was a little before eight o’clock in the morning when Yakov Petrovitch Golyadkin, a titular councillor, woke up from a long sleep. He yawned, stretched, and at last opened his eyes completely.?For two minutes, however, he lay in his bed without moving, as though he were not yet quite certain whether he were awake or still asleep, whether all that was going on around him were real and actual, or the continuation of his confused dreams. ??Very soon, however, Mr. Golyadkin’s senses began more clearly and more distinctly to receive their habitual and everyday impressions. The dirty green, smoke-begrimed, dusty walls of his little room, with the mahogany chest of drawers and chairs, the table painted red, the sofa covered with American leather of a reddish colour with little green flowers on it, and the clothes taken off in haste overnight and flung in a crumpled heap on the sofa, looked at him familiarly. At last the damp autumn day, muggy and dirty, peeped into the room through the dingy window pane with such a hostile, sour grimace that Mr. Golyadkin could not possibly doubt that he was not in the land of Nod, but in the city of Petersburg, in his own flat on the fourth storey of a huge block of buildings in Shestilavotchny Street.
Mother Stories: (Illustrated)
Mother Stories: (Illustrated)
Maud Lindsay
¥18.80
"Mother, a Story at the right time,Is a Looking-glass for the Mind." – Froebel – Endeavored to write, for mothers and dear little children, a few simple stories, embodying some of the truths of Froebel's Mother Play. The Mother Play is such a vast treasure house of Truth, that each one who seeks among its stores may bring to light some gem; and though, perhaps, I have missed its diamonds and rubies, I trust my string of pearls may find acceptance with some mother who is trying to live with her children. I have written my own mottoes, with a few exceptions, that I might emphasize the particular lesson which I endeavor to teach in the story; for every motto in the Mother Play comprehends so much that it is impossible to use the whole for a single subject. From "The Bridge" for instance, which is replete with lessons, I have taken only one,—for the story of the "Little Traveler."
The Scottish Fairy Book
The Scottish Fairy Book
Elizabeth W. Grierson
¥18.80
There are, roughly speaking, two distinct types of Scottish Fairy Tales. There are what may be called "Celtic Stories," which were handed down for centuries by word of mouth by professional story-tellers, who went about from clachan to clachan in the "High-lands and Islands," earning a night's shelter by giving a night's entertainment, and which have now been collected and classified for us by Campbell of Isla and others.??These stories, which are also common to the North of Ireland, are wild and fantastic, and very often somewhat monotonous, and their themes are strangely alike. They almost always tell of some hero or heroine who sets out on some dangerous quest, and who is met by giants, generally three in number, who appear one after the other; with whom they hold quaint dialogues, and whom eventually they slay. Most of them are fairly long, and although they have a peculiar fascination of their own, they are quite distinct from the ordinary Fairy Tale.
Mirror Image: A Razor and Edge Mystery
Mirror Image: A Razor and Edge Mystery
Russ Crossley
¥18.80
Mirror Image: A Razor and Edge Mystery
Blaster Squad #4 Raiders of Cloud City
Blaster Squad #4 Raiders of Cloud City
Russ Crossley
¥18.80
Blaster Squad #4 Raiders of Cloud City
Nine Unlikely Tales: (Illustrated)
Nine Unlikely Tales: (Illustrated)
Edith Nesbit
¥18.80
MATILDA'S ears were red and shiny. So were her cheeks. Her hands were red too. This was because Pridmore had washed her. It was not the usual washing, which makes you clean and comfortable, but the "thorough good wash," which makes you burn and smart till you wish you could be like the poor little savages who do not know anything, and run about bare in the sun, and only go into the water when they are hot. Matilda wished she could have been born in a savage tribe instead of at Brixton. "Little savages," she said, "don't have their ears washed thoroughly, and they don't have new dresses that are prickly in the insides round their arms, and cut them round the neck. Do they, Pridmore" ABOUT AUTHOR: Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland; 15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924) was an English author and poet; she published her books for children under the name of E. Nesbit. She wrote or collaborated on over 60 books of fiction for children, several of which have been adapted for film and television. She was also a political activist and co-founded the Fabian Society, a socialist organisation later connected to the Labour Party. Edith Nesbit was born in Kennington, Surrey, the daughter of agricultural chemist and schoolmaster John Collis Nesbit. The death of her father when she was four and the continuing ill health of her sister meant that Nesbit had a transitory childhood, her family moving across Europe in search of healthy climates only to return to England for financial reasons. Nesbit therefore spent her childhood attaining an education from whatever sources were available - local grammars, the occasional boarding school but mainly through reading.
Little Mitchell: "The Story of a Mountain Squirrel"
Little Mitchell: "The Story of a Mountain Squirrel"
Margaret W. Morley
¥18.80
Baby Mitchell was an August squirrel. That is, he was born in the month of August. His pretty gray mother found a nice hole, high up in the crotch of a tall chestnut tree, for her babies' nest; and I know she lined it with soft fur plucked from her own loving little breast,—for that is the way the squirrel mothers do. This chestnut tree grew on the side of a steep mountain,—none other than Mount Mitchell, the highest mountain peak in all the eastern half of the United States. It is in North Carolina, where there are a great many beautiful mountains, but none of them more beautiful than Mount Mitchell, with the great forest trees on its slopes. One of these forest trees was the big chestnut where Baby Mitchell was born. In the warm and lovely summer he lay safe in his snug nest twenty feet above the ground. There was a small log-cabin at the foot of the mountain, and here lived a father and mother and a very large family of very small children. There was no other house near; and the father had to go a great many miles through the woods to his work in a saw-mill that some one had set up in the mountains. “A squirrel’s nest, in a nice hole, high up in the crotch of a tall chestnut tree.” And the children had to go such a long way to school, over little rivers that they crossed on narrow foot-logs; and through deep shady woods, where the sun could scarcely send a ray down through the tops of the tall trees; and under tangled rhododendron bushes that were often like little trees they were so large, and in the summer time were covered with masses of splendid white flowers. ? ? ABOUT AUTHOR: Margaret Warner Morley was an American educator, biologist, and author of many children's books on nature and biology.
Lost in the Jungle
Lost in the Jungle
Paul du Chaillu
¥18.80
MY Dear Young Folks,—In the first book which I wrote for you, we traveled together through the Gorilla Country, and saw not only the gigantic apes, but also the cannibal tribes which eat men. In the second book we continued our hunting, and met leopards, elephants, hippopotami, wild boars, great serpents, etc., etc. We were stung and chased by the fierce Bashikouay ants, and plagued by flies. Last spring, your friend Paul, not satisfied with writing for young folks, took it into his head to lecture before them. When I mentioned the subject to my acquaintances, many of them laughed at the notion of my lecturing to you, and a few remarked, "This is another of your queer notions." I did not see it!!! I thought I would try. Thousands of young folks came to your friend Paul's lectures in Boston, Brooklyn, and New York; not only did my young friends come, but a great many old folks were also seen among them. The intelligent, eager faces of his young hearers, their sparkling eyes, spoke to him more eloquently than words could do, and told him that he had done well to go into the great jungle of Equatorial Africa, and that they liked to hear what he had done and what he had seen. When he asked the girls and boys of New York if he should write more books for them, the tremendous cheers and hurrahs they gave him in reply told him that he had better go to work.When, at the end of his third lecture, he made his appearance in the old clothes he had worn in Africa, and said he would be happy to shake hands with his young hearers, the rush then made assured him that they were his friends. Oh! how your hearty hand-shaking gladdened the heart of your friend Paul; he felt so happy as your small hands passed in and out of his! Before writing this new volume, I went to my good and estee-med friends, my publishers in Franklin Square, and asked them what they thought of a new book for Young Folks. "Certainly," they said; "by all means, Friend Paul. Write a new book, for STORI-ES OF THE GORILLA COUNTRY and WILD LIFE UNDER THEEQUATOR are in great demand."I immediately took hold of my old journals, removed the African dust from them, and went to work, and now we are going to be "LOST INTHE JUNGLE"
The Railway Children
The Railway Children
Edith Nesbit
¥18.80
They were not railway children to begin with. I don’t suppose they had ever thought about railways except as a means of getting to Maskelyne and Cook’s, the Pantomime, Zoological Gardens, and Madame Tussaud’s. They were just ordinary suburban children, and they lived with their Father and Mother in an ordinary red-brick-fronted villa, with coloured glass in the front door, a tiled passage that was called a hall, a bathroom with hot and cold water, electric bells, French windows, and a good deal of white paint, and ‘every modern con-venience’, as the house-agents say. There were three of them. Roberta was the eldest. Of course, Mothers never have favourites, but if their Mother HAD had a favourite, it might have been Roberta. Next came Peter, who wished to be an Engineer when he grew up; and the youngest was Phyllis, who meant extremely well. Mother did not spend all her time in paying dull calls to dull ladies, and sitting dully at home waiting for dull ladies to pay calls to her. She was almost always there, ready to play with the children, and read to them, and help them to do their home-lessons. Besides this she used to write stories for them while they were at school, and read them aloud after tea, and she always made up funny pieces of poetry for their birthdays and for other great occasions, such as the christening of the new kittens, or the refurnishing of the doll’s house, or the time when they were getting over the mumps. These three lucky children always had everything they needed: pretty clothes, good fires, a lovely nursery with heaps of toys, and a Mother Goose wallpaper. They had a kind and merry nursemaid, and a dog who was called James, and who was their very own. They also had a Father who was just perfect—never cross, never unjust, and always ready for a game—at least, if at any time he was NOT ready, he always had an excellent reason for it, and explained the reason to the children so interestingly and funnily that they felt sure he couldn’t help himself..
Further Adventures of Robinson Crusoe: [Next Stories of Robinson Crusoe]
Further Adventures of Robinson Crusoe: [Next Stories of Robinson Crusoe]
Daniel Defoe
¥18.80
Daniel Defoe's faith-filled The Further Adventures of Robinson Crusoe finds Crusoe bored with his prosperity and consumed by an irresistible longing to return to the island he left many years before. Along with his trusty servant and companion, Friday, he embarks on a harrowing high-seas adventure that takes them to China, over the Russian steppes, and into Siberia. Readers will find themselves captivated by this sequel, which is every bit as engaging as the original.
Zamanda Yolculuk: Ge?mi?e Yap?lan Bir Yolculu?a Haz?r M?s?n?z?
Zamanda Yolculuk: Ge?mi?e Yap?lan Bir Yolculu?a Haz?r M?s?n?z?
Naim Onur Tezmen
¥18.80
Zamanda yolculuk kelimesinin s?yleni?i ne kadar kolay gelse de, zamanda yap?lan bir yolculu?un kurgusal ?l?üde ger?ekle?tirilmesi bir o kadar zor g?zükmektedir. Ben buna en az?ndan ?aba sarf etti?ime, konu hakk?nda inceleme ara?t?rma yapt???ma, detayl? bir ?ekilde dü?ündü?üme ve dü?üncelerimi sizinle i?ten ve ?am?m? bir bi?imde payla?t???ma inan?yorum. De?erli okuyucular?m?n kitab? be?eneceklerini umar?m. Eserimde yer alan baz? ?zel isimlerin ve geli?en olaylar?n baz?lar?n?n, tarihsel ger?ekli?i kurgudur. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? [Yazar] Ba?lang??: “Her ?ey bugün ile ba?lad?, ama yar?nla bitecek” 2012 y?l?nda art?k “Büyük ?arp??t?r?c?” i?in her ?ey haz?rd?r. Profes?r David Roschenbach’?n ba?kanl???nda sürdürülen deneylerin art?k sonuna gelinmi?tir. Ge?mi?i kay?t alt?na alabilecek, tarihi Herodot’un ??retisi gibi bize miras b?rakabilecek bir kahramana ihtiya? vard?r. Bu ?ansl? ya da ?anss?z aday kim olacakt?r? Brian Schwarzkopf hayat?n? ne u?runa tehlikeye atmaktad?r? Tüm ya?am? boyunca elde ettiklerini bilim u?runa harcayacak m?d?r? ?sa ile kar??la?man?n tarihsel ve bilim kurgusal düzeydeki ger?ekli?ini bu kitapta belki de bulabileceksiniz. ?sa’ya kar?? yap?lan komplolar, hayat?n?n d?neme?leri, Roma ?mparatorlu?u’nun entrikalar? kitab?n olmazsa olmazlar? aras?nda... Bilim, insanlara sadece mutluluk mu verecek, yoksa onu olu?turacak olan olaylar dizgesini de?i?tirecek ve onu ileriye g?türecek midir? Yüzy?ll?k s??ramalar?n anahtar? Brain’da iken, o, bunlar? ne ?ekilde kullanacakt?r? Sinsi bir yolla bilgilerini kullan?p, Roma’n?n yeni hükümdar? m? olacakt?r, yoksa g?revine son derece ba?l? olarak tarihi, tarihin karanl?k sular?na m? g?mecektir?
Pasakos Hanso Christiano Anderseno
Pasakos Hanso Christiano Anderseno
Dorota Skwark
¥18.80
Dup? o odisee a exilului ?i a înstr?in?rii de sine, dezvoltat? în romanul Bariera, romanul Me?terul Manole prezint? arhetipul omului care-?i închin? via?a unei construc?ii; spre deosebire de legendarul Me?ter Manole, omul modern nu mai înal?? îns? o construc?ie dedicat? Frumosului, lui Dumnezeu, ci una închinat? sie însu?i, sacrificând unei noi zeit??i, Libertatea, pe cei dragi, ?i f?r? s? ?tie, în final, pe el însu?i. Romanul raporteaz?, din punct de vedere ideal, via?a eroului contemporan al romanului la via?a legendarului constructor, la sensul profund al vie?ii acestuia. Primul nivel de lectur?, al secven?ei de fapte a eroului contemporan, capteaz? aten?ia cititorului ca un „roman poli?ist”. Spre deosebire de acesta, el nu r?mâne îns? la primul nivel de lectur?, ci analizeaz? sensul profund al existen?ei, al raportului dragoste-jertf?, via??-moarte, de la baza oric?rei fiin??ri, în istorie ?i via??, a?a cum apare în ethosul creatorului popular al baladei. Oglindirea între cotidian ?i mit, în situa?ii de via?? extreme, de suspans, prin care trece eroul romanului pune în eviden?? leg?tura dintre jertf? ?i crea?ie, moarte ?i via??, necesare vie?ii oric?rei înf?ptuiri care d?inuie. Suspendat ca deasupra unei pr?pastii, în alegerea între jertfa propriei vie?i ?i jertfa altei vie?i, eroul romanului, dup? multe încerc?ri prin care trece, se pr?bu?e?te de pe schela propriei vie?i, cu „aripi de ?indril?”, ca ?i legendarul me?ter. Aducerea arhetipului în actualitate, dincolo de nara?iunile ce se desf??oar? ?i pier în raza unor fapte f?r? ecou, dincolo de imediat, înseamn? o reflec?ie profund? asupra sensului ?i originii noastre. La fel ca ?i Miori?a, alt roman al lui Emil Petru Ra?iu, Me?terul Manole abordeaz? o tem? major?.
Il Piccolo Principe: "Classica Illustrata Edizione"
Il Piccolo Principe: "Classica Illustrata Edizione"
Antoine de Saint Exupéry
¥18.80
Sei anni fa, ebbi un incidente col mio aeroplano nel deserto del Sahara. Qualche cosa si era rotta nel motore, e siccome non avevo con me né un meccanico, né dei passeggeri. Mi accinsi da solo a cercare di riparare il guasto. Era una questione di vita o di morte, perché avevo acqua da bere soltanto per una settimana... Potete immaginare il mio stupore di essere svegliato all'alba da una strana vocetta: "Mi disegni, per favore, una pecora"... E fu così che feci la conoscenza del piccolo principe. A cinquant'anni dalla pubblicazione negli Stati Uniti del libro, Il Piccolo Principe è divenuto un long seller internazionale, un testo chiave di formazione. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, il suo autore, era un aviatore e un umanista: adorava volare e s'interessava agli uomini. Qualche mese dopo l'apparizione del suo capolavoro, scomparve in aereo sul Mar Mediterraneo. Ma la favola del ragazzino dai capelli d'oro continua. * * * Domando perdono ai bambini di aver dedicato questo libro a una persona grande. Ho una scusa seria: questa persona grande è il miglior amico che abbia al mondo. Ho una seconda scusa: questa persona grande può capire tutto, anche i libri per bambini; e ne ho una terza: questa persona grande abita in Francia, ha fame, ha freddo e ha molto bisogno di essere consolata. E se tutte queste scuse non bastano, dedicherò questo libro al bambino che questa grande persona è stato. Tutti i grandi sono stati bambini una volta. (Ma pochi di essi se ne ricordano). Perciò correggo la mia dedica: A LEONE WERTH QUANDO ERA UN BAMBINO
Lady Susan
Lady Susan
Jane Austen
¥18.80
“Lady Susan”, Austen's "most wicked tale, and "it is a short epistolary novel by Jane Austen, possibly written in 1794 but not published until 1871. Lady Susan is a selfish, attractive woman, who tries to trap the best possible husband while maintaining a relationship with a married man. She subverts all the standards of the romantic novel; she has an active role, she's not only beautiful but intelligent and witty, and her suitors are significantly younger than she is.???- Some Other Books of Austen:??- Pride and Prejudice (1813)??- Sense and Sensibility (1811)??- Emma (1816)??- Persuasion (1818)??- Mansfield Park (1814)??- Northanger Abbey (1817)??- Juvenilia – Volume II (1790)??- Juvenilia – Volume I (1790)??- Juvenilia – Volume III (1790)
An American Robinson Crusoe: "For American Boys and Girls"
An American Robinson Crusoe: "For American Boys and Girls"
Samuel. B. Allison
¥18.80
"AN AMERICAN ROBINSON CRUSOE" is the outcome of many years of experience with the story in the early grades of elementary schools. ??It was written to be used as a content in giving a knowledge of the beginning and development of human progress. ??The aim is not just to furnish an interesting narrative, but one that is true to the course of human development and the scientific and geographical facts of the island on which Robinson is supposed to have lived. The excuse for departing so widely from the original story is to be found in the use which was desired to be made of it. ??The story here presented is simply the free adaptation of the original narrative to the demand for a specific kind of content in a form which would be interesting to the children.??THERE ONCE lived in the city of New York, a boy by the name of Robinson Crusoe. He had a pleasant home. His father and mother were kind to him and sent him to school.??They hoped that he would study hard and grow up to be a wise and useful man, but he loved rather to run idle about the street than to go to school. He was fond of playing along the River Hudson, for he there saw the great ships come and go. They were as big as houses. He watched them load and unload their cargoes and hundreds of people get off and on. His father had told him that the ships came from far distant lands, where lived many large animals and black men. His father told him too, that in these faraway countries the nuts on the trees grew to be as large as one's head and that the tree were as high as church steeples.??When Robinson saw the ships put out to sea he would watch them till they would disappear below the horizon far out in the ocean, and think, "Oh, if I could only go with them far away to see those strange countries!" Thus he would linger along the great river and wish he might find an opportunity of making a voyage. Often it would be dark before he would get home. When he came into the house his mother would meet him and say in a gentle voice, "Why, Robinson, how late you are in getting home! You have been to the river again."
Czechoslovak Fairy Tales: [And Other Central Europe Stories]
Czechoslovak Fairy Tales: [And Other Central Europe Stories]
Parker Fillmore
¥18.80
Parker Fillmore, author of "The Laughing Prince", was a collector and editor of fairy tales from Czechoslovak tales and Slavic folklore. The Laughing Prince is classified as Slavic fairy tales, but the collection is also compromised of fairy tales and folklore for Bosnia, Bulgaria, Croatia, the Czech Republic, Montenegro, Russia, the Ukraine, Slovakia, Slovenia, Serbia, Poland and others.This Book, His other work, "Czechoslovak Fairy Tales", is another collection of fairy tales. Fillmore enjoyed the fairy tales he heard, and received a scholarship from patrons to spend time collecting these iconic tales that were part of the heritage of many he encountered in Czechoslovak and elsewhere. He referred to the tales as "charming little tales of sentiment" and called a few “full of stark simplicity and grim humor.” He also calls the tales his “own renderings” and not exactly translations, an important distinction to make. He does say, however, that he didn't invent new details, but instead made the stories his own.This rendering of some of the old Czechoslovak tales is not offered as a literal translation or a scholarly translation. I have retold the stories in a way that I hope will please American children. I have tried hard to keep the flavor of the originals but have taken the liberty of a short cut here and an elaboration there wherever these have seemed to me to make the English version clearer and more interesting. [Parker Fillmore]
Dutch Fairy Tales: [Illustrated]
Dutch Fairy Tales: [Illustrated]
William E. Griffis
¥18.80
William Elliot Griffis, was born in Philadelphia in 1843, author William Elliot Griffis was an extremely prolific author and published several books of fairy tales in the 1900's. An active minister in the United States in the 1800's, he worked in several churches in Boston and New York, before retiring from ministry in 1903 to write and lecture. His extensive bibliography includes works about Japanese culture and heritage, and he helped author Inazo Nitobe write the renowned Bushido: The Soul of Japan. As author and professor, his many trips to Europe, and especially the Netherlands, helped shape his appreciation of European cultures. Over the years, he would go on to publish collections of folklore from across the world, with titles such as Japanese Fairy World: Thirty-five Stories from the Wonderlore of Japan, The Firefly's Lovers and Other Fairy Tales of Old Japan, Belgian Fairy Tales, Swiss Fairy Tales, Welsh Fairy Tales, Korean Fairy Tales and Japanese Fairy Tales. Although he isn't as well known as Hans Christian Anderson, Griffis indeed contributed much to the world of folklore. He also received two Japanese orders (Order of the Rising Sun, Gold Rays with Neck Ribbon) and (Order of the Rising Sun, Gold Rays with Rosette). THE ENTANGLED MERMAIDLONG TIME AGO, in Dutch Fairy Land, there lived a young mermaid who was very proud of her good looks. She was one of a family of mere or lake folks dwelling not far from the sea. Her home was a great pool of water that was half salt and half fresh, for it lay around an island near the mouth of a river..
Otto of the Silver Hand
Otto of the Silver Hand
Howard Pyle
¥18.80
Yet, though the world's life then was so wicked and black, there yet remained a few good men and women here and there (mostly in peaceful and quiet monasteries, far from the thunder and the glare of the world's bloody battle), who knew the right and the truth and lived according to what they knew; who preserved and tenderly cared for the truths that the dear Christ taught, and lived and died for in Palestine so long ago. This tale that I am about to tell is of a little boy who lived and suffered in those dark middle ages; of how he saw both the good and the bad of men, and of how, by gentleness and love and not by strife and hatred, he came at last to stand above other men and to be looked up to by all. And should you follow the story to the end, I hope you may find it a pleasure, as I have done, to ramble through those dark ancient castles, to lie with little Otto and Brother John in the high belfry-tower, or to sit with them in the peaceful quiet of the sunny old monastery garden, for, of all the story, I love best those early peaceful years that little Otto spent in the dear old White Cross on the Hill.Poor little Otto's life was a stony and a thorny pathway, and it is well for all of us nowadays that we walk it in fancy and not in truth.
Puss Junior and Robinson Crusoe: "Illustrated Adventure Story for Boys and Girls
Puss Junior and Robinson Crusoe: "Illustrated Adventure Story for Boys and Girls
David Cory
¥18.80
ONE day as little Puss, Junior, was traveling through New Mother Goose country, he came to a funny little house all covered with rose vines, even up to the top of the small red chimney they grew in crimson splendor. And as Puss stopped to look at the pretty sight, a tiny blue bird in a cage on the front porch began to sing:"Jack Sprat had a pig,Who was not very big;He was not very leanHe was not very fat;'He'll do for a grunt,'Says little Jack Sprat.""Oh, ho," thought Puss, and he turned into the yard and walked around to the little red barn. There stood Jack Sprat himself, leaning against the sty, watching his pig eat his dinner.Well, just then, all of a sudden, a swarm of golden bees came humming into the little farmyard, and before long they had made a home in the empty beehive that stood close by.