Hans Brinker; Or, The Silver SkatesDodge, Mary Mapes
History
Hans Brinker; Or, The Silver Skates
Dodge, Mary Mapes
Netherlands -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction; Skating -- Juvenile fiction
"Oh, that's only a health-bulletin. Somebody in the house is ill, and to
prevent a steady knocking at the door, the family write an account of
the patient's condition on a placard, and hang it outside the door, for
the benefit of inquiring friends--a very sensible custom, I'm sure.
Nothing strange about it that I can see--go on, please--you said 'all
the'--and there you left me hanging."
"I was going to say," resumed Ben, "that all the--all the--how comically
persons do dress here, to be sure! Just look at those men and women with
their sugar-loaf hats--and see this woman ahead of us with a
straw-bonnet like a scoop-shovel tapering to a point in the back. Did
ever you see anything so funny? And those tremendous wooden shoes,
too--I declare she's a beauty!"
"Oh, they are only back-country folk," said Lambert, rather
impatiently--"You might as well let old Boerhaave drop, or else shut
your eyes----"
"Ha! ha! Well, I was _going_ to say--all the big men of his day sought
out this great professor. Even Peter the Great when he came over to
Holland from Russia to learn ship-building, attended his lectures
regularly. By that time Boerhaave was professor of Medicine and
Chemistry and Botany in the University of Leyden. He had grown to be
very wealthy as a practicing physician; but he used to say that the poor
were his best patients because God would be their pay-master. All Europe
learned to love and honor him. In short, he became so famous that a
certain mandarin of China addressed a letter to 'The illustrious
Boerhaave, physician in Europe,' and the letter found its way to him
without any difficulty."
"My goodness! That is what I call being a public character. The boys
have stopped. How now, Captain van Holp, what next?"
"We propose to move on," said Van Holp; "there is nothing to see at this
season in the Bosch--the Bosch is a noble wood, Benjamin, a grand Park
where they have most magnificent trees, protected by law--Do you
understand?"
"Ya!" nodded Ben, as the captain proceeded:
"Unless you all desire to visit the Museum of Natural History, we may go
on the grand canal again. If we had more time it would be pleasant to
take Benjamin up the Blue Stairs."
"What are the Blue Stairs, Lambert?" asked Ben.
"They are the highest point of the Dunes. You have a grand view of the
ocean from there, besides a fine chance to see how wonderful these Dunes
are. One can hardly believe that the wind could ever heap up sand in so
remarkable a way. But we have to go through Bloemendal to get there--not
a very pretty village, and some distance from here. What do you say?"
"Oh, I am ready for anything. For my part, I would rather steer direct
for Leyden, but we'll do as the captain says--hey, Jacob?"
"Ya, dat ish goot," said Jacob, who felt decidedly more like taking
another nap, than ascending the Blue Stairs.
The captain was in favor of going to Leyden.
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