IN DAYS OF OLD.Ankarcrona.
IN DAYS OF OLD.
Ankarcrona.
The wealth of the city was fabulous. The common saying was that the merchants used to weigh their gold with 20 pound weights, and play with choicest jewels. The women spun with silver distaffs. The pigs ate out of silver troughs.
Their houses, of which many are remaining to this day, were narrow and lofty, with their gable-ends to the streets. Their rooms were large with high ceilings, and most beautifully decorated. In one house can be seen a room with walls and roof completely covered with scenes from the Bible. The doors in many cases were made of copper, and the window-frames gilded.
The merchants lived most luxuriously, and were most exclusive in their social life. No artisans, except bakers and goldsmiths, were allowed to live within the city walls.
Their wealth and commerce gave them great authority, so that their sea-laws were adopted by European countries generally. They form the basis of the laws of the sea of the present day.
These were rough times, when might was right, and the inhabitants of Visby had always to be prepared for an attack upon the city, for the surrounding nations looked upon her wealth with an envious eye. One of the sorest experiences she had to undergo was at the hand of King Waldemar of Denmark. He defeated them in battle, tore down a part of the walls, entered with his army in battle array, and, placing three very large ale-vats in the square, commanded that these be filled with gold and silver within three hours. This was done with remarkable rapidity, and King Waldemar sailed with his gold and silver, as well as much spoil from the churches. The booty, however, never reached Denmark, as the vessels carrying it foundered in a storm. From this hour Visby began to decline in importance, and is now known chiefly as a summer resort and haunt of tourists who wish to learn something of this medieval town.
Notwithstanding all their love of wealth, the inhabitants of Visby did not seem to be stingy in giving to the Church, as no less than sixteen churches were built. All still exist, but are in ruins except one, the Cathedral or St. Mary’s Church which is quite complete. They are all large buildings. In the great square can be seen the Church of St. Catherine, whichbelonged to the abbey of a Franciscan Order. In the nave are twelve pillars, not in a straight line. They make a lasting impression on the visitor, they are so delicate in their tracery and overgrown with the ivy and the vine. The roof of the chancel has fallen, and now only the arches which unite the pillars to each other and to the outer walls remain.
Not very far from here are seen two churches. They are calledsyskonkyrkorna, or sister-churches, built side by side. They each possess immense towers, which are supposed to have been fitted up at one time for defence. If the story is true, the sisters did not love one another; indeed, it is said that they hated one another so much that they could not worship God in the same church, and each had to have a separate place of worship built for herself.
The largest of all the churches is St. Nicholas. On the western gable of it can be seen two twelve-leaved rosette-like bricks. They look like windows. In the centre of each, tradition says, were set most precious carbuncle stones, that shone in the dark like fire. These served as guides to the sailors on the Baltic. Soldiers guarded them night and day, and no one was allowed to approach them after sunset on pain of death. King Waldemar, when he sacked Visby, removed the sacred carbuncles.Over the spot where the ship that conveyed them went down, a remarkable gleam is said to be seen. The Gothland fishermen say that it is the radiance of the carbuncles now lying in the depths of the sea.
Another remarkable feature of Visby is the city wall. It completely encircles the city, and is the only example in Scandinavia that has lasted to our time. It dates from early in the thirteenth century. It was gradually made stronger by adding to its height and its thickness, and also by building thirty-six towers, two to guard each gate. Many of these have a name. The powder-tower was named Silfverhättan (Silver-cap). Its shining roof is now replaced by dull tiles. One is used as a prison, and is named “Cæsar.” Another is called Jungfru Tornet (the Maiden’s Tower). It is said that a young girl betrayed this city to King Waldemar. As a punishment she was built into the wall of the tower. Near a gate on the south side of the city can be seen a cross put up to the memory of the 1,800 men of Visby who were killed when that King took the city. On it is an inscription in Latin, still legible—“In the year 1361, the Tuesday after St. James’s day, the Gothlanders fell before the gates of Visby by the hands of the Danes. They lie buried here. Pray for them.”
I wonder how children would do without fairy-tales. Every country and every age has these, and devours them eagerly, old as they are. Perhaps it would be interesting to inquire how they arose. It is said that a Queen saw her children looking very sad, although they had everything that she could think of for their happiness. The truth was they did not know what they wanted. She said, “If only I were a child again, I would know what is the secret of a child’s happiness.” While she was thinking a bird flew into her lap, but only for a moment. As soon as it had gone, she saw a golden egg. “Perhaps,” she thought, “this egg will contain what will give my children contentment, and remove their sadness.” She broke the egg, and out came the wonderful bird, Imagination, the Popular Tale. Now the children were happy and bright. For the tale took them far away, but brought them home again as soon as they desired. So it came about that not only children, but those who are older in years, found a peculiar joy andhappiness in reading the story, provided they come in the spirit of the child. Here is one well known to Swedish children:
The Crafty Boy and the Stupid Giant
Once upon a time there was a boy who watched goats in the forest. He was alone, and one day had to pass a large dwelling. He had been enjoying himself, shouting and singing, as boys will do when in the woods, when suddenly he saw coming from the house a giant, of great size and fierce to look upon. The giant was very angry because he had been disturbed in his sleep, and the boy became so frightened that he at once took to his heels, and never stopped running till he got home. In the evening his mother had been making cheese, and he took a piece that was newly made, and put it in his wallet. Next morning he had again to pass the giant’s house. The giant, when he saw him, took up a piece of stone, crushed it into atoms, let it fall upon the ground, and said: “If you again disturb me with your noise, I will crush you as I have crushed this stone.” The boy, who was by this time quite bold, took up the cheese he had brought in his wallet, and squeezing the whey out of it, said to the giant: “I will squeeze thee as I squeezethe water out of this stone.” When the giant found out that the boy was so strong, he went away in great fear and trembling to his abode.
However, they soon met again, and then the boy suggested a trial of strength. The test was who could throw an axe so high in the air that it would never fall down again. The giant tried many times, but the axe always fell down again. The boy began to mock him, saying: “I thought you were a very strong man, but you are not. See how I can throw the axe.” With that he took the axe and swinging it as if with great force, very cleverly let it slide into the wallet on his back. The giant did not see the trick, and, looking in vain for the axe falling down again, thought the boy must be wonderfully strong.
The giant was so much impressed with the boy’s strength, that he asked him to enter his service. The boy’s first duty was to assist with the felling of a tree. “I will hold while you fell,” said the boy. But as the boy was not tall enough to reach to the top of the trunk, the giant bent it down to the level of the boy. As soon as the boy seized it, the tree at once rebounded and carried the boy out of sight. In a short time he came back lame, but saying nothing. “Why did you not hold?” said the giant. “Would you be brave enough to make a jump like that?”said the boy. “No,” replied the giant. “Well, then, if you are so afraid you can hold and cut for yourself.”
Soon the giant had cut down the tree. How was it to be carried home? It was arranged that the giant should carry the thin end, and the boy the thick one. The giant went in front, and raised his end on his shoulder. The boy behind called him to move it farther forward. Soon the giant had it so balanced on his shoulder, that he had the whole weight of it. After walking for some time, he shouted: “Are you not tired yet?” The boy, who had seated himself on his end of the tree, answered: “Certainly not.” When they arrived at the house, the giant was quite worn out. “Are you not tired even yet?” said the giant. The boy answered: “You must not think so little tires me. I could quite easily have carried it myself.”
The giant was amazed, and wondered what he would try next. He suggested they should thresh grain. “Let us do it very early in the morning, before we get our breakfast,” said the boy. The giant agreed. When they began the boy received a flail he could not lift, so he took up a stick and beat the ground while the giant threshed. As they had been working in the dark, the boy’s device hadnot been seen, and to escape detection, when daylight was approaching, he suggested that they should cease work for breakfast. “Yes,” said the giant, “it has been very hard work.”
A GIRL WITH “KICKER.”Carl Larsson.
A GIRL WITH “KICKER.”
Carl Larsson.
Some time after the giant sent the boy to plough, and told him that when the dog came, he was to loose the oxen, bring them home, and put them in their stable. He brought them home, but as there was no entrance, he did not know how to get them in. As he could not lift the house like the giant, he made up his mind to kill the oxen, cut up their carcases, and put them in in this way. On his return the giant asked if he had put the oxen in the stall. “Yes,” said the boy, “I got them in, although I divided them.”
The giant now began to think the boy was too dangerous to have in the house, and, on the advice of his wife, resolved to put him to death while he slept. The boy was suspicious that something was going to happen, and when night came, put the churn in the bed, while he himself hid behind the door. In came the giant; down came the club, so that the cream from the churn bespattered all his face. “Ha, ha, ha! I have struck him so that his brains have bespattered the wall,” said the giant afterwards to his wife. The two now lay down torest in peace, believing they had rid themselves for ever of this terrible boy.
What a surprise they got next morning, when the boy appeared as if nothing had happened. “What,” said the giant, “art thou not dead? I thought I had killed thee with my club.” The boy answered: “Now that explains it. I had imagined that I felt a flea biting me in the night-time.”
At the close of the day a large basin of porridge was placed between them. “What do you say to our trying to see who will eat most?” said the boy. The giant was quite willing. The boy was too cunning. He had tied a large bag before his chest, and let large quantities of the porridge fall into it. When the giant came to a standstill, he saw the boy still continuing with as good an appetite as when he began. “How can a little fellow like you eat so much?” said the giant. “Father, I will soon show you. When I have eaten as much as I can, I do so, and begin again.” He then ripped up the bag, and the porridge ran out. The giant took up a knife in imitation of the boy, but was soon dead.
Then the boy gathered all the money he could get, and left by night. So ends the story of the crafty boy and the stupid giant.
Jul is the great festival in Sweden. The festivities begin on Christmas Eve—Julafton—and continue for thirteen days. Since early autumn everyone has been sewing and embroidering beautiful presents. Amongst young girls there is a custom that for one night before Jul they should sit up the whole night and sew. This is looked forward to as a special pleasure, and two or three friends are invited to join the party.
A few days before Christmas the streets begin to be crowded, and young and old throng the shops.
In the market-place you find stalls containing all sorts of things—toys, clothing, and confectionery. Amongst the latter are special ginger-cakes, shaped like different animals, especially pigs, to commemorate the old boar that was sacrificed in heathen times. These stalls are greatly patronized by the country people.
Rich and poor, during Jul, are anxious to be kind and liberal to their family and friends, remembering each member with some token of their thought and love. Even the animal world is not forgotten.Horses and cows get a special feed in their stalls, and on every house in the country, as well as many in the towns, you will see a pole erected, to which is fixed a sheaf of unthreshed grain as a treat for small birds that, in this hard season, have great difficulty in getting food. There is a saying in Sweden that on the anniversary of the coming of our Lord into the world all creatures should have cause to rejoice.
Within doors great preparations are being made. Servants are busy cleaning and scrubbing everything that can be scrubbed. In the kitchen a great amount of cooking is taking place, and six or seven different kinds of bread have to be baked, as, in the country, each servant and tenant are presented with a pile of special Jul-bread.
Jul at the present day, as in olden times, is a great festival with the Swedish peasantry. They have a special reverence for this season. No work that can be avoided will be done on this day.
“There is a belief which has existed for ages that, during Christmas, there is a second of time when not only the sun itself, but everything movable in creation, becomes stationary, and in consequence, at that particular moment, which no one can foretell, if a person should be occupied in any way, that which he is then about is sure to go wrong.”
On Christmas Eve, to show good feeling in a practical way, it is customary for the whole family to assemble in the kitchen, where a large pot is boiling, containing ham and sausages highly spiced. Mingling with the servants, you walk along plate in hand, and taking a slice of Christmas-bread, you dip it in the boiling fat in the pot, and eat together. This is calleddoppa i grytan(to dip in the pot).
In the afternoon the older members of the family are engaged in decorating the Christmas-tree, which is done in great secrecy from the children. Bright golden and silver stars, coloured glass globes, and confectionery are hung on the tree, as well as baskets made of coloured paper, containing raisins and almonds. Then, to every branch and twig, a taper is fastened. The national flag waves from the top, and the other nations are represented by smaller flags fixed here and there over the tree. When all is ready, and the many tapers on the tree are lit, as well as the chandeliers and lamps in the room, the great moment arrives for the children. When the door is opened, they are almost dazzled by the sea of light, and in rapture they rush to gaze at the beautiful tree, which rises from floor to ceiling, a mass of light and beauty. Their attention is somewhat divided, as their eyes are constantlyturning to the door, as if they expected someone to arrive. Before long the door opens, and a small, old man and woman enter. These are the Christmas gnomes. The man has a long white beard and a red cowl, and carries in his hand a bell, which he rings, and the old woman carries a large basket containing parcels neatly tied up and sealed, addressed to different persons, but with no name of the givers. Often there are poetry and amusing rhymes written on the parcels. The old woman hands the parcels to those to whom they are addressed, much to the amusement of the whole company. There is much guessing as to who the donor may be, and the excitement is tremendous as the old pair vanish from the room to return with fresh supplies. At last the children are sent off to the servants’ quarters, each carrying a load of parcels for them. When theJul-klappan(Christmas presents) have been duly admired, refreshments are brought in, such as fruits and confects, and after this music and games are indulged in, and later on all join hands and dance in a ring round the tree, singing lustily. Between nine and ten the company sit down to a Christmas supper. The first course islut-fish, which is ling or cod-fish, specially prepared weeks before in lime. Whencooked and ready, it is white and transparent, almost like a jelly. Seasoned with pepper and salt, and eaten with potatoes and melted butter, it is delicious. The next course is always pig in some form or other, either head or ham. Then is produced a large fat goose. Last of all comes the all-important rice-porridge, in which is hidden an almond, and whoever gets it will be lucky for the next year. From the King’s palace to the peasant’s hut you will find the very same kind of supper. However poor people may be, they always find means for a small Christmas-tree.
On Christmas morning, before daybreak, crowds flock to church for early service. In the country it is the custom for people to join together and form a procession, each carrying a torch. This makes a pretty sight, especially in hilly districts, when you are able to see at the same time several processions wending their way to church. On arriving there, all the torches are flung in a heap, which lights up the churchyard. The church is brilliantly illuminated by hundreds of candles, even the pews having their own candles. After the service is over the people make a rush for home. You ask why? It is an old superstition that he who arrives home first will reap his grain first.
The rest of the day is spent quietly in the home circle.
The festival of Midsummer, like that of Jul, has come down from old heathen times, and next to Christmas is the greatest festival of the year in Scandinavia.
On this day the sun is at the height of its grandeur, conquering darkness. The night is the shortest in the year, just a glorious twilight, which, in a few hours, is merged into dawn.
Summer and winter have each their special enjoyments for those who know where to look for them. In Sweden, Midsummer Day is looked forward to especially by the young people.
Great preparations are made in town and country. In the country the houses have to undergo a special cleaning, and the rooms are decorated with branches of trees and flowers. In Stockholm there is what is called a “Leaf-market,” where not only boughs and flowers are exposed, but also May-poles. In the harbour can be seen a large number of boats laden with branches.
It is a wonderful sight you see on this day. The houses, both inside and out, are decorated with green branches. Every train, steamer, and vehicle is dressed in the same fashion, and even every horse has its head ornamented with branches of leaves. Little children all have bunches of flowers in their hands, and very often a small May-pole, while older ones go out early in the morning to picnic, and return for the dancing in the evening.
DANCE ON MIDSUMMER’S EVE.Anders Zorn.
DANCE ON MIDSUMMER’S EVE.
Anders Zorn.
The centre of attraction is the May-pole, similar to what is found in many English villages in the month of May, to celebrate the return of spring; but the Swedish wordMajdoes not in this instance refer to the month May, it means green leaf.
What a bustle there has been to get this pole ready! It has to be decorated. Early in the morning the young girls awaken with the birds, and hurry into the woods to gather flowers and boughs of the silver birch, to bind wreaths and garlands for the May-pole. The birch is the queen of the forest in the summer, just as the dark, sombre fir is the queen of the winter.
The raising of the pole is an important event in the day’s proceedings, and amidst shouting and music it is put into position. The people form themselves in a large ring round it, and to the sound of the violin or accordion, they dance the wholenight long. How happy they look! They forget everything—all their troubles, and even the old grandmother may be seen dancing in the ring with her little grandchild of three years. By-and-by they sit down to supper, and one might think the festivities were drawing to an end; but no! the meal is no sooner over than the dancing is resumed and continued with more or less energy through the night. No one ever seems to think of going to bed.
There are a number of superstitions and customs in connection with this festival.
On the hills in the neighbourhood of towns in North Sweden people light fires at this season. These are but a reminiscence of the “pyre,” built on consecrated hills by the old heathen priests, and fired on Midsummer Eve in honour of the sun-god, the mild and beautiful Balder. Nowadays these fires are not in honour of Balder, but to prepare coffee. Many families do this. Each family has its own fire. They put the coffee on the fire when the sun is setting, but, as in these northern regions at this season of the year the sun takes little rest, he has risen again before the coffee has boiled.
Sometimes people gather different kinds of flowers to make up into a bouquet called a Midsummerqvost. Whoever does it, usually a young girl, must go alone. If she should encounter anyone, she must only answer by signs, and must not open her mouth under any circumstances until she gets home again. She places the bouquet under her pillow, and never fails to see in her dream her future lover.
Thisqvosthas many wonderful qualities. It is hung up in the cattle-house, and if allowed to remain there protects the animals for a whole year against thetroll(witches).
In some places a medicine is made from it, which will cure all diseases.
Carl Linnæus was the son of a poor clergyman, and was born at Råshult, in the province of Småland, in 1707. His father wished him to become a clergyman, but from infancy he showed a great love for flowers, and made up his mind to study medicine. He was a student at Upsala, where he underwent great privations, as his father allowed him only eight pounds per year. He so persevered that he attracted the attention of the professors, and was commissioned to study the plant-life of Swedish Lapland.
Poverty drove him to Holland for his degree as doctor of medicine. He found a friend there in a Dutch banker, Clifford, who enabled him to publish many works, in one of which he made known his classification of plants. At this time he visited London, and when walking on a common near the City saw furze for the first time. He was so attracted by the golden bloom of the flower that he fell down on his knees and admired it. He tried in vain to cultivate it inSweden. On his return to Stockholm, he gained a reputation as a physician, but gave up his profession to be professor of botany in the University where he had studied. He attracted students from all parts, and gained a world-wide reputation, his class increasing from five to hundreds. He was made a noble, and when he died, aged seventy-one years, the King spoke from the throne of his death as being a national calamity.
Another man of whom Sweden is justly proud is Baron Johan Jakob Berzelius, one of the greatest of modern chemists. He is said to rank next to Linnæus in science in Sweden. He introduced a set of symbols on which those in use at the present day are based. The science of chemistry owes a great deal to the accuracy and extent of his researches. It is the wonder of many how he could accomplish so much as he did. He had, like Linnæus, the gift of perseverance.
Another well-known Swede is Alfred Nobel, who was born in Stockholm in 1833, and died in 1896. When young, he went with his father to Russia to help him in the manufacture of submarine mines and torpedoes. He took out patents for a gasometer and for an apparatus for measuring liquid. He will, however, always be remembered as theinventor of dynamite. Many precious lives were lost in the process. It was finally produced as dynamite gum in 1876. When one thinks of dynamite, immediately there are brought to the mind war, with all its horrors, and anarchism, with its bombs and nefarious practices; but it has been one of the greatest aids to man in his engineering triumphs. By its aid mountains have been tunnelled and rocks under the water more easily removed.
To show how extensively it is being used, in 1870 the total world’s output did not exceed eleven tons. At the present day it annual tonnage is to be reckoned by the hundred thousand. Works for its manufacture are all over the world.
Alfred Nobel left a large fortune, and so arranged that a large sum should be set aside for five annual prizes of £8,000 each for men who had distinguished themselves in science, literature, and the promotion of peace. Men from all parts of the world can compete, and the awards are made by a committee of Scandinavians.
Mention must be made of Baron Adolf Nordenskiold (1832-1907), who reached the highest latitude in the Arctic region till then attained by any ship, and in theVegaspent two years accomplishingthe North-East Passage. Otto Nordenskiold, a nephew of Baron Adolf, also sailed in the northern seas, and after two years’ exploration discovered King Oscar Land; and Sven Hedin, who traversed the countries of Central Asia, and brought to light the secrets of past ages.
Sweden stands high in music and song. She has produced many gifted musicians, but none greater than Jenny Lind, the Swedish Nightingale. She was born in Stockholm of very humble parentage. One day she, as a child, was heard singing to her cat. The listener was so entranced that she was the means of Jenny Lind being brought to the director of the Royal Opera House, who saw the quality of her voice, and arranged that she should be educated at Government expense. At the age of eighteen she made her first appearance. Wherever she went she captivated the people. She became the favourite of Stockholm, London, Berlin, and New York. Only eleven years did she remain in opera, and from religious convictions she resolved to confine herself to the concert-room. She is known as a singer, but her generosity and unselfishness will never be forgotten. In one tour in America her share of the profits was £35,000. More than half of that she spent in charity in hernative land. In one year she raised £10,000 in England to help deserving institutions.
Many touching anecdotes of her life are told, to show the character of the woman. A young man was very ill in Copenhagen when Jenny Lind was filling the city with excitement. His young wife was full of regrets that her husband should not hear her. Jenny heard of the desire, and went on a Sunday afternoon and charmed the two young people with her voice.
As she was sitting one day on the sands, with her Bible on her knee, and looking at the setting sun, a friend said to her: “Oh, how is it that you ever came to abandon the stage at the very height of your success?” “When every day,” was the quiet answer, “it made me think less ofthis” (laying a finger on the Bible), “and nothing at all ofthat” (pointing out to the sunset), “what else could I do?” The spiritual was the supreme in her. She died a naturalized British subject in her country-home in the Malvern Hills in 1887.
BILLING AND SONS, LTD., PRINTERS, GUILDFORD
BEAUTIFUL BOOKS FOR BOYS & GIRLSWITH ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR SIMILAR TO THOSE IN THIS VOLUMEPRICE 1/= NET EACH“TALES OF ENGLISH MINSTERS” SERIESBy Elizabeth GriersonEACH VOLUME CONTAINING 6 FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS(2 OF THEM IN COLOUR)Large crown 8vo., paper boards, with picture in colour on the coverCANTERBURYDURHAMELYLINCOLNST. ALBANSST. PAUL’SYORKPRICE 1/6 NET EACHRED CAP TALES FROM SCOTTSTOLEN FROM THE TREASURE-CHEST OF THE WIZARD OF THE NORTHBy S. R. CrockettEACH VOLUME CONTAINING 8 FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOURLarge crown 8vo., cloth, with picture in colour on the coverWAVERLEYGUY MANNERINGTHE ANTIQUARYROB ROYIVANHOETHE PIRATE, and A LEGEND OF MONTROSEFORTUNES OF NIGELQUENTIN DURWARDPUBLISHED BY A. AND C. BLACK, SOHO SQUARE, LONDON, W.
PRICE 2/= EACH“PICTURES OF MANY LANDS” SERIESEACH CONTAINING 62 ILLUSTRATIONS, 32 OF WHICH ARE IN COLOURCrown 4to., cloth, with picture in colour on the coverTHE WORLD IN PICTURESBy C. Von WyssTHE BRITISH ISLES IN PICTURESBy H. Clive BarnardTHE BRITISH EMPIRE IN PICTURESBy H. Clive BarnardPrice 3/6 EACHALL WITH FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOURLarge crown 8vo., clothBy Ascott R. HopeBEASTS OF BUSINESS8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by G. Vernon Stokes and Alan WrightBy Dean FarrarERIC; or, Little by Little8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by G. D. Rowlandson, and 78 in Black and Whiteby Gordon BrowneST. WINIFRED’S;or, The World of School8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Dudley Tennant, and 152 in Black and White by Gordon BrowneJULIAN HOMEA Tale of College Life8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Patten WilsonBy Lieut.-Col. A. F. Mockler-FerrymanTHE GOLDEN GIRDLE8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Allan StewartBy Stanley WaterlooA TALE OF THE TIME OF THE CAVE MEN8 full page Illustrations in Colour by Simon Harmon VedderBy John FinnemoreTHE STORY OF ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MERRY MEN8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Allan StewartTHE WOLF PATROLA Story of Baden-Powell’s Boy Scouts8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by H. M. PagetJACK HAYDON’S QUEST8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by J. JellicoeBy Dorothy SeniorTHE KING WHO NEVER DIEDTales of King Arthur8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Frank WatkinsBy Andrew HomeBY A SCHOOLBOY’S HAND8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Strickland BrownFROM FAG TO MONITOR8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by John WilliamsonEXILED FROM SCHOOL8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by John WilliamsonPUBLISHED BY A. AND C. BLACK, SOHO SQUARE, LONDON, W.
PRICE 3/6 EACHALL WITH FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOURLarge crown 8vo., clothBy Daniel DefoeROBINSON CRUSOE8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by John WilliamsonBy Captain CookCOOK’S VOYAGES8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by John WilliamsonBy Mungo ParkTRAVELS IN AFRICA8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by John WilliamsonBy Hume NisbetTHE DIVERS8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by the AuthorBy the Duchess of Buckingham and ChandosWILLY WIND, AND JOCK AND THE CHEESES57 Illustrations by J S Eland(9 full-page in Colour)By Ascott R HopeSTORIES8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Dorothy FurnissBy the Rev. R. C. GillieTHE KINSFOLK AND FRIENDS OF JESUS16 full-page Illustrations in Colour and SepiaPRICE 3/6 EACHLIFE STORIES OF ANIMALSLarge crown 8vo., clothTHE BLACK BEARBy H. Perry Robinson8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by J. Van OortTHE CATBy Violet Hunt8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Adolph BirkenruthTHE DOGBy G. E. Mitton8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by John WilliamsonTHE FOWLBy J. W. Hurst8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Allan Stewart and Maude ScrivenerTHE RATBy G. M. A. Hewett8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Stephen Baghot de la BereTHE SQUIRRELBy T. C. Bridges8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Allan StewartTHE TIGERBy Lieut.-Col. A. F. Mockler-Ferryman8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Harry DixonPRICE 6/= EACHALL WITH FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOURLarge square crown 8vo., clothBy Mrs. Alfred Sidgwick and Mrs. PaynterTHE CHILDREN’S BOOK OF GARDENING12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Mrs. Cayley-RobinsonBy Miss Conway and Sir Martin ConwayTHE CHILDREN’S BOOK OF ART16 full-page Illustrations in Colour from Public and Private GalleriesPUBLISHED BY A. AND C. BLACK, SOHO SQUARE, LONDON, W.
PRICE 6/= EACHALL WITH FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOURLarge square crown 8vo., clothBy G. E. MittonTHE BOOK OF THE RAILWAY12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Allan StewartTHE CHILDREN’S BOOK OF STARSPreface by Sir David Gill, K.C.B.16 full-page Illustrations (11 in Colour) and 8 smaller Figures in the textTHE CHILDREN’S BOOK OF LONDON12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by John WilliamsonTranslated and abridged by Dominick DalyTHE ADVENTURES OF DON QUIXOTE12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Stephen Baghot de la BereGULLIVER’S TRAVELS16 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Stephen Baghot de la BereBy Elizabeth GriersonCHILDREN’S TALES OF ENGLISH MINSTERS12 full-page Illustrations in ColourTHE CHILDREN’S BOOK OF CELTIC STORIES12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Allan StewartTHE CHILDREN’S BOOK OF EDINBURGH12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Allan StewartCHILDREN’S TALES FROM SCOTTISH BALLADS12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Allan StewartBy Dudley KiddTHE BULL OF THE KRAALA Tale of Black Children12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by A. M. GoodallBy Ascott R. HopeADVENTURERS IN AMERICA12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Henry Sandham, R.C.A.THE ADVENTURES OF PUNCH12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Stephen Baghot de la BereBy S. R. CrockettRED CAP TALESStolen from the Treasure-Chest of the Wizard of the North16 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Simon Harmon VedderRED CAP ADVENTURESBeing the Second Series of Red Cap TalesStolen from the Treasure-Chest of the Wizard of the North16 full-page Illustrations by Allan Stewart and othersBy P. G. WodehouseWILLIAM TELL TOLD AGAIN16 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Philip DaddBy John BunyanTHE PILGRIM’S PROGRESS8 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Gertrude Demain Hammond, R.I.Edited by G. E. MittonSWISS FAMILY ROBINSON12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Harry RountreeBy Harriet Beecher StoweUNCLE TOM’S CABIN8 full-page Illustrations in Colour and many others in the textBy J. C. TregarthenTHE LIFE STORY OF A FOX12 full-page Illustrations in Colour by Countess Helena GleichenPUBLISHED BY A. AND C. BLACK, SOHO SQUARE, LONDON, W.