The Shadow

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THE SHADOW.The shadow of the stranger fell upon the wall of the house opposite.IN the hot countries the sun burns very strongly; there the people become quite mahogany brown, and in the very hottest countries they are even burned into negroes. But this time it was only to the hot countries that a learned man out of the cold regions had come. He thought he could roam about there just as he had been...

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The Happy Family

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THE HAPPY FAMILY.The snails live on Burdock leaves, and that is why Burdocks were planted.THE biggest leaf here in the country is certainly the burdock leaf. Put one in front of your waist and it's just like an apron, and if you lay it upon your head it is almost as good as an umbrella, for it is quite remarkably large. A burdock never grows alone; where there is one tree there are several more. It's...

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Everything In Its Proper Place

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EVERYTHING IN ITS PROPER PLACE.They were the portraits of the peddler and goose-girl, from whom the whole family descended.IT is over a hundred years ago! Behind the forest near the great lake stood an old country mansion, around which was a deep moat where rushes and reeds grew in abundance. Near the bridge at the entrance gate stood an old willow-tree which leaned over the reeds.From the narrow...

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The Snow Man

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THE SNOW MAN."It's so delightfully cold," said the snow man.I AM creaking all over, it's so delightfully cold," said the snow man. "This wind does blow life into one, and no mistake. How that glowing thing up there is staring at me!" It was the sun he meant; it was just about setting. "He shall not get me to wink; I can keep the bits right enough."He had two large three-cornered bits of tile stuck...

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The Wind Tells About Valdamar Daa and His Daughters

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THE WIND TELLS ABOUT VALDEMAR DAA1 AND HIS DAUGHTERS.By the shore of the Great Belt stands an old mansion with thick red walls.WHEN the wind sweeps over the grass the meadow ripples like a lake, and when it sweeps over the corn the whole held moves in waves like the sea; it is the dance of the wind -- but listen to him telling stories. He sings them out loudly; among the trees in the forest it sounds...

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Twelve By The Mail

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TWELVE BY THE MAIL.The weather was sharp and frosty, the sky glittered with sparkling stars.IT was bitterly cold; the sky gleamed with stars, and not a breeze was stirring.Bump! an old pot was thrown at the neighbors' house doors. Bang! bang! went the gun; for they were welcoming the New Year. It was New Year's-eve! The church clock was striking twelve!Tan-ta-ra-ra! the mail came lumbering up. The...

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