Hans Brinker; Or, The Silver SkatesDodge, Mary Mapes
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Hans Brinker; Or, The Silver Skates
Dodge, Mary Mapes
Netherlands -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction; Skating -- Juvenile fiction
"What if it is cold, old Tender-skin?" cried Carl, who was busily
practicing a step which he called the "double edge." "Great skating we
should have by this time, if it was as warm as it was last December.
Don't you know if it wasn't an extra cold winter, and an early one into
the bargain, we couldn't go?"
"I know it's an extra cold night anyhow," said Ludwig. "Whew! I'm going
home!"
Peter van Holp took out a bulgy gold watch, and holding it toward the
moonlight as well as his benumbed fingers would permit, called out:
"Hollo! it's nearly eight o'clock! Saint Nicholas is about by this time,
and I, for one, want to see the little ones stare. Good-night!"
"Good-night!" cried one and all,--and off they started, shouting,
singing, and laughing as they flew along.
Where were Gretel and Hans?
Ah! how suddenly joy sometimes comes to an end!
They had skated about an hour, keeping aloof from the others--quite
contented with each other, and Gretel had exclaimed, "Ah, Hans, how
beautiful! how fine! to think that we both have skates! I tell you the
stork brought us good luck!"--when they heard something!
It was a scream--a very faint scream! No one else upon the canal
observed it, but Hans knew its meaning too well. Gretel saw him turn
white in the moonlight as he hastily tore off his skates.
"The father!" he cried, "he has frightened our mother!" and Gretel ran
after him toward the house as rapidly as she could.
IX
THE FESTIVAL OF SAINT NICHOLAS
We all know how, before the Christmas tree began to flourish in the
home-life of our country, a certain "right jolly old elf," with "eight
tiny reindeer," used to drive his sleigh-load of toys up to our
housetops, and then bound down the chimney to fill the stockings so
hopefully hung by the fireplace. His friends called him Santa Claus, and
those who were most intimate ventured to say "Old Nick." It was said
that he originally came from Holland. Doubtless he did; but, if so, he
certainly like many other foreigners changed his ways very much after
landing upon our shores. In Holland, Saint Nicholas is a veritable
saint, and often appears in full costume, with his embroidered robes,
glittering with gems and gold, his mitre, his crozier and his jeweled
gloves. _Here_ Santa Claus comes rollicking along, on the twenty-fifth
of December, our holy Christmas morn. But in Holland, Saint Nicholas
visits earth on the fifth, a time especially appropriated to him. Early
on the morning of the sixth, he distributes his candies, toys and
treasures, then vanishes for a year.
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