The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That CountryKirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
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The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country
Kirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
Estonian literature; Estonian literature -- History and criticism
Presently a little black dog with a silver bell hung round its neck ran
up to her barking. This brought a little girl dressed in fine silken
garments to the spot, who quieted the dog, and said to Elsie, "It is a
good thing that you did not run away like the other children. Stay with
me for company, and we will play very nice games together, and go to
pluck berries every day. My mother will not refuse her consent, if I
ask her. Come, and we will go to her at once." Then the beautiful
strange child seized Elsie by the hand, and led her deeper into the
wood. The little black dog barked for pleasure now, and jumped upon
Elsie and licked her hand as if she were an old acquaintance.
O what wonders and magnificence made Elsie open her eyes! She
thought herself in heaven. A beautiful garden lay before her,
filled with trees and bushes laden with fruit; birds were
sitting on the branches, more brightly coloured than the most
brilliant butterflies, and decked with feathers of
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gold and silver. And the birds were not shy, but allowed the
children to take them in their hands at pleasure. In the midst
of the garden stood the dwelling-house, built of glass and
precious stones, so that the roof and walls shone like the
sun. A lady clad in beautiful robes sat on a bench before the
door, and asked her daughter, "Who is this guest you have
brought with you?" Her daughter answered, "I found her alone
in the wood, and brought her with me for company. Won't you
allow her to stay here?" The mother smiled, but did not speak,
and scanned Elsie sharply from head to foot. Then she told
Elsie to come nearer, patted her cheek, and asked in a
friendly way where she lived, whether her parents were still
alive, and if she would like to stay here. Elsie kissed the
lady's hand and fell down and embraced her knees, and then
answered, weeping, "My mother has long been at rest under the
turf—
"My mother was borne to the grave,
And none left to comfort or save.
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