The King of the Golden River; or, the Black Brothers: A Legend of Stiria.Ruskin, John
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The King of the Golden River; or, the Black Brothers: A Legend of Stiria.
Ruskin, John
Fairy tales
Gluck looking out at the Golden River _H. D. Linton_ 32
The Golden Dwarf appearing to Gluck _G. and E. Dalziel_ 36
Gluck looking up the Chimney _H. Orrin Smith_ 39
The Black Brothers beating Gluck _C. S. Cheltnam_ 40
Hans and Schwartz fighting _H. Orrin Smith_ 41
Schwartz before the Magistrate _C. S. Cheltnam_ 42
Hans and the Dog _H. Orrin Smith_ 47
The Black Stone _G. and E. Dalziel_ 50
Initial Letter--Gluck
releasing Schwartz _G. and E. Dalziel_ 51
Schwartz ascending the Mountain _H. Orrin Smith_ 53
Initial Letter--Gluck ascending the
Mountain _H. Orrin Smith_ 56
Priest giving Gluck Holy Water _G. and E. Dalziel_ 57
Gluck and the Child _C. S. Cheltnam_ 59
THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER;
OR,
THE BLACK BROTHERS.
CHAPTER I.
HOW THE AGRICULTURAL SYSTEM OF THE BLACK BROTHERS WAS INTERFERED WITH BY
SOUTH-WEST WIND, ESQUIRE.
[Illustration]
In a secluded and mountainous part of Stiria there was, in old time, a
valley of the most surprising and luxuriant fertility. It was
surrounded, on all sides, by steep and rocky mountains, rising into
peaks, which were always covered with snow, and from which a number of
torrents descended in constant cataracts. One of these fell westward,
over the face of a crag so high, that, when the sun had set to
everything else, and all below was darkness, his beams still shone full
upon this waterfall, so that it looked like a shower of gold. It was,
therefore, called by the people of the neighbourhood, the Golden River.
It was strange that none of these streams fell into the valley itself.
They all descended on the other side of the mountains, and wound away
through broad plains and by populous cities. But the clouds were drawn
so constantly to the snowy hills, and rested so softly in the circular
hollow, that in time of drought and heat, when all the country round was
burnt up, there was still rain in the little valley; and its crops were
so heavy, and its hay so high, and its apples so red, and its grapes so
blue, and its wine so rich, and its honey so sweet, that it was a marvel
to every one who beheld it, and was commonly called the Treasure Valley.
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