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Yonge + +Release Date: October, 2003 [EBook #4538] +[Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] +[This file was first posted on February 4, 2002] +[This file was last updated on September 29, 2002] + +Edition: 10 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE *** + + + + +Produced by Doug Levy + + + + + +</pre> +<h2 align="center">LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE</h2> +<p align="center"><img src="lucy.jpg" alt="Cover image"></p>v +<h3 align="center">BY CHARLOTTE M. YONGE</h3> + +<p align="center">"<i>Young fingers idly roll<br> + The mimic earth or trace<br> + In picture bright of blue and gold<br> + Each other circling chase.</i>"—KEBLE</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h3>CONTENTS</h3> + +<blockquote><b><a href="#chap1">CHAPTER I. MOTHER BUNCH</a><br> +<a href="#chap2">CHAPTER II. VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS</a><br> +<a href="#chap3">CHAPTER III. ITALY</a><br> +<a href="#chap4">CHAPTER IV. GREENLAND</a><br> +<a href="#chap5">CHAPTER V. TYROL</a><br> +<a href="#chap6">CHAPTER VI. AFRICA</a><br> +<a href="#chap7">CHAPTER VII. LAPLANDERS</a><br> +<a href="#chap8">CHAPTER VIII. CHINA</a><br> +<a href="#chap9">CHAPTER IX. KAMSCHATKA</a><br> +<a href="#chap10">CHAPTER X. THE TURK</a><br> +<a href="#chap11">CHAPTER XI. SWITZERLAND</a><br> +<a href="#chap12">CHAPTER XII. THE COSSACK</a><br> +<a href="#chap13">CHAPTER XIII. SPAIN</a><br> +<a href="#chap14">CHAPTER XIV. GERMANY</a><br> +<a href="#chap15">CHAPTER XV. PARIS IN THE SIEGE</a><br> +<a href="#chap16">CHAPTER XVI. THE AMERICAN GUEST</a><br> +<a href="#chap17">CHAPTER XVII. THE DREAM OF ALL +NATIONS</a></b></blockquote> + +<p> </p> + +<h3 align="center">LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE</h3> + +<p> </p> +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap1">—CHAPTER I—</a><br> +MOTHER BUNCH</h4> + +<p>There was once a wonderful fortnight in little Lucy's life. One +evening she went to bed very tired and cross and hot, and in the +morning when she looked at her arms and legs they were all covered +with red spots, rather pretty to look at, only they were dry and +prickly.</p> + +<p>Nurse was frightened when she looked at them. She turned all the +little sisters out of the night nursery, covered Lucy up close, and +ordered her not to stir, certainly not to go into her bath. Then +there was a whispering and a running about, and Lucy was half +alarmed, but more pleased at being so important, for she did not +feel at all ill, and quite enjoyed the tea and toast that Nurse +brought up to her. Just as she was beginning to think it rather +tiresome to lie there with nothing to do, except to watch the flies +buzzing about, there was a step on the stairs and up came the +doctor. He was an old friend, very good-natured, and he made fun +with Lucy about having turned into a spotted leopard, just like the +cowry shell on Mrs. Bunker's mantel-piece. Indeed, he said he +thought she was such a curiosity that Mrs. Bunker would come for +her and set her up in the museum, and then he went away. Suppose, +oh, suppose she did!</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and her brothers and +sisters called her, was housekeeper to their Uncle Joseph. He was +really their great uncle, and they thought him any age you can +imagine. They would not have been much surprised to hear that he +sailed with Christopher Columbus, though he was a strong, hale, +active man, much less easily tired than their own papa. He had been +a ship's surgeon in his younger days, and had sailed all over the +world, and collected all sorts of curious things, besides which he +was a very wise and learned man, and had made some great discovery. +It was <i>not</i> America. Lucy knew that her elderly brother +understood what it was, but it was not worth troubling her head +about, only somehow it made ships go safer, and so he had had a +pension given him as a reward. He had come home and bought a house +about a mile out of town, and built up a high room from which to +look at the stars with his telescope, and to try his experiments +in, and a long one besides for his museum; yet, after all, he was +not much there, for whenever there was anything wonderful to be +seen, he always went off to look at it, and, whenever there was a +meeting of learned men—scientific men was the right +word—they always wanted him to help them make speeches and show +wonders. He was away now. He had gone away to wear a red cross on +his arm, and help to take care of the wounded in the sad war +between the French and the Germans.</p> + +<p>But he had left Mother Bunch behind him. Nobody knew exactly +what was Mrs. Bunker's nation; indeed she could hardly be said to +have any, for she had been born at sea, and had been a sailor's +wife; but whether she was mostly English, Dutch or Spanish, nobody +knew and nobody cared. Her husband had been lost at sea, and Uncle +Joseph had taken her to look after his house, and always said she +was the only woman who had sense and discretion enough ever to go +into his laboratory or dust his museum.</p> + +<p>She was very kind and good natured, and there was nothing that +the children liked better than a walk to Uncle Joseph's, and, after +a play in the garden, tea with her. And such quantities of sugar +there were in her room! such curious cakes made in the fashion of +different countries! such funny preserves from all parts of the +world! And still more delightful, such cupboards and drawers full +of wonderful things, and such stories about them! The younger ones +liked Mrs. Bunker's room better than Uncle Joseph's museum, where +there were some big stuffed beasts with glaring eyes that +frightened them; and they had to walk round with hands behind, that +they might not touch anything, or else their uncle's voice was sure +to call out gruffly, "Paws off!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bunker was not a bit like the smart house-keepers at other +houses. To be sure, on Sundays she came out in a black silk gown +with a little flounce at the bottom, a scarlet crape shawl with a +blue dragon on it—his wings over her back, and a claw over +each shoulder, so that whoever sat behind her in church was +terribly distracted by trying to see the rest of him—and a +very big yellow Tuscan bonnet, trimmed with sailor's blue +ribbon.</p> + +<p>But during the week and about the house she wore a green gown, +with a brown holland apron and bib over it, quite straight all the +way down, for she had no particular waist, and her hair, which was +of a funny kind of flaxen grey, she bundled up and tied round, +without any cap or anything else on her head. One of the little +boys had once called her Mother Bunch, because of her stories; and +the name fitted her so well that the whole family, and even Uncle +Joseph, took it up.</p> + +<p>Lucy was very fond of her; but when about an hour after the +doctor's visit she was waked by a rustling and a lumbering on the +stairs, and presently the door opened, and the second best big +bonnet—the go-to-market bonnet with the turned ribbons—came +into the room with Mother Bunch's face under it, and the +good-natured voice told her she was to be carried to Uncle Joseph's +and have oranges and tamarinds, she did begin to feel like the +spotted cowry-shell to think about being set on the chimney-piece, +to cry, and say she wanted Mamma.</p> + +<p>The Nurse and Mother Bunch began to comfort her, and explain +that the doctor thought she had the scarlatina; not at all badly; +but that if any of the others caught it, nobody could guess how bad +they would be; especially Mamma, who had just been ill; and so she +was to be rolled up in her blankets, and put into a carriage, and +taken to her uncle's; and there she would stay till she was not +only well, but could safely come home without carrying infection +about with her.</p> + +<p>Lucy was a good little girl, and knew that she must bear it; so, +though she could not help crying a little when she found she must +not kiss any one, nay not even see them, and that nobody might go +with her but Lonicera, her own china doll, she made up her mind +bravely; and she was a good deal cheered when Clare, the biggest +and best of all the dolls, was sent into her, with all her clothes, +by Maude, her eldest sister, to be her companion,—it was such +an honor and so very kind of Maude that it quite warmed the sad +little heart.</p> + +<p>So Lucy had her little scarlet flannel dressing gown on, and her +shoes and stockings, and a wonderful old knitted hood with a tippet +to it, and then she was rolled round and round in all her bed- +clothes, and Mrs. Bunker took her up like a very big baby, not +letting any one else touch her. How Mrs. Bunker got safe down all +the stairs no one can tell, but she did, and into the carriage, and +there poor Lucy looked back and saw at the windows Mamma's face, +and Papa's, and Maude's and all the rest, all nodding and smiling +to her, but Maude was crying all the time, and perhaps Mamma was +too.</p> + +<p>The journey seemed very long; and Lucy was really tired when she +was put down at last in a big bed, nicely warmed for her, and with +a bright fire in the room. As soon as she had had some beef-tea, +she went off soundly to sleep and only woke to drink tea, give the +dolls their supper, and put them to sleep.</p> + +<p>The next evening she was sitting up by the fire, and the fourth +day she was running about the house as if nothing had ever been the +matter with her, but she was not to go home for a fortnight; and +being wet, cold, dull weather, it was not always easy to amuse +herself. She had her dolls, to be sure, and the little dog Don, to +play with, and sometimes Mr. Bunker would let her make funny things +with the dough, or stone the raisins, or even help make a pudding; +but still there was a good deal of time on her hands. She had only +two books with her, and the rash had made her eyes weak, so that +she did not much like reading them. The notes that every one wrote +from home were quite enough for her. What she liked best—that +is, when Mrs. Bunker could not attend to her—was to wander +about the museum, explaining the things to the dolls: "That is a +crocodile, Lonicera; it eats people up, and has a little bird to +pick its teeth. Look, Clare, that bony thing is a skeleton +—the skeleton of a lizard. Paws off, my dear; mustn't touch. +That's amber, just like barley sugar, only not so nice; people make +necklaces of it. There's a poor little dead fly inside. Those are +the dear delightful humming-birds; look at their crests, just like +Mamma's jewels. See the shells; aren't they beauties? People get +pearls out of those great flat ones, and dive all down to the +bottom of the sea after them; mustn't touch, my dear, only look; +paws off."</p> + +<p>One would think that Lonicera's curved fingers, all in one +piece, and Clare's blue leather hands had been very moveable and +mischievous, judging by the number of times this warning came; but +of course it was Lucy herself who wanted it most, for her own +little plump, pinky hands did almost tingle to handle and turn +round those pretty shells. She wanted to know whether the amber +tasted like barley-sugar, as it looked; and there was a little musk +deer, no bigger than Don, whom she longed to stroke, or still +better to let Lonicera ride; but she was a good little girl, and +had real sense of honor, which never betrays a trust; so she never +laid a finger on anything but what Uncle Joe had once given them +leave to move.</p> + +<p>This was a very big pair of globes—bigger than globes +commonly are now, and with more frames round them—one great +flat one, with odd names painted on it, and another brass one, +nearly upright, going half-way round from top to bottom, and with +the globe hung upon it by two pins, which Lucy's elder sisters +called the poles, or the ends of the axis. The huge round balls +went very easily with a slight touch, and there was something very +charming in making them go whisk, whisk, whisk; now faster, now +slower, now spinning so quickly that nothing on them could be seen, +now turning slowly and gradually over and showing all that was on +them.</p> + +<p>The mere twirling was quite enough for Lucy at first, but soon +she liked to look at what was on them. One she thought more +entertaining than the other. It was covered with wonderful +creatures: one bear was fastened by his long tail to the pole; +another bigger one was trotting round; a snake was coiling about +anywhere; a lady stood disconsolate against a rock; another sat in +a chair; a giant sprawled with a club in one hand and a lion's skin +in the other; a big dog and a little dog stood on their hind legs; +a lion seemed just about to spring on a young maiden's head; and all +were thickly spotted over, just as if they had Lucy's rash, with +stars big and little: and still more strange, her brothers declared +these were the stars in the sky, and this was the way people found +their road at sea; but if Lucy asked how, they always said she was +not big enough to understand, and it had occurred to Lucy to ask +whether the truth was not that they were not big enough to explain. +The other globe was all in pale green, with pink and yellow +outlines on it, and quantities of names. Lucy had had to learn some +of these names for her geography, and she rather kept out of the +way of looking at it first, till she had really grown tired of all +the odd men and women and creatures upon the celestial sphere; but +by and by she began to roll the other by way of variety.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap2">—CHAPTER II—<br> +VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS</a></h4> + +<p>"Miss Lucy, you're as quiet as a mouse. Not in any mischief?" +said Mrs. Bunker, looking into the museum; "why, what are you doing +there?"</p> + +<p>"I'm looking at the great big globe, that Uncle Joe said I might +touch," said Lucy. "Here are all the names just like +my lesson-book at home: Europe, Africa, and America."</p> + +<p>"Why, bless the child! where else should they be? There are all +them oceans and seas besides that I've crossed over, many's the +time, with poor Ben Bunker, who was last seen off Cape +Hatteras."</p> + +<p>"What, all these great green places, with Atlantic and Pacific +on them; you don't really mean that you've sailed over them! I +should like to make an ant do it on a sunflower seed! How could +you, Mother Bunch? You are not small enough."</p> + +<p>"Ho! ho!" said the housekeeper, laughing; "does the child think +I sailed on that very globe there?"</p> + +<p>"I know one learns names," said Lucy; "but is it real?"</p> + +<p>"Real! Why, Missie, don't you see it's a sort of a picture? +There's your photograph now, it's not as big as you, but it shows +you; and so a chart, or a map, or a globe, is just a picture of the +shapes of the coast-line of the land and the sea, and the rivers in +them, and mountains, and the like. Look here!" And she made Lucy +stand on a chair and look at a map of her own town that was hanging +against the wall, showing her all the chief buildings, the +churches, streets, the town hall, and at last helping her find her +own Papa's house.</p> + +<p>When Lucy had traced all the corners she had to turn in going +from home to Uncle Joe's, and had even found little frizzles for +the five maple trees before the Parsonage, she understood that the +map was a small picture of the situation of the buildings in the +town, and thought she could find her way to some new place if she +studied it well.</p> + +<p>Then Mrs. Bunker showed her a big map of the whole country, and +there Lucy found the river, and the roads, and the names of the +villages near, as she had seen or heard of them; and she began to +understand that a map or globe really brought distant places into +an exceedingly small picture, and that where she saw a name and a +spot she was to think of houses and churches; that a branching +black line was a flowing river full of water; a curve in, a pretty +bay shut in with rocks and hills; a point jutting out, generally a +steep rock with a lighthouse on it.</p> + +<p>"And all these places are countries, Bunchey, are they, with +fields and houses like ours?"</p> + +<p>"Houses, yes, and fields, but not always like ours, Miss +Lucy."</p> + +<p>"And are there little children, boys and girls, in them +all?"</p> + +<p>"To be sure there are, else how would the world go on? Why, I've +seen them by swarms, white or brown or black, running down to the +shore as soon as the vessel cast anchor; and whatever color they +were, you might be sure of two things, Miss Lucy, in which they +were all alike."</p> + +<p>"Oh, what, Mrs. Bunker?"</p> + +<p>"Why, in making plenty of noise, and in wanting all they could +get to eat. But they were little darlings, some of them, if I only +could have got at them to make them a bit cleaner. Some of them +looked for all the world like the little bronze images your Uncle +has got in the museum, which he brought from Italy, and they hadn't +a rag more clothing on either. They were in India. Dear, dear, to +see them tumble about in the surf!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, what fun! what fun! I wish I could see them."</p> + +<p>"You would be right glad, Missie, I can tell you, if you had +been three or four months aboard a vessel with nothing but dry +biscuits and salt junk, and may be a tin of preserved vegetables +just to keep it wholesome, to see the black fellows come grinning +alongside with their boats and canoes all full of oranges and limes +and grape-fruit and cocoanuts. Doesn't one's mouth fairly water for +them?"</p> + +<p>"Do please sit down, there's a good Mother Bunch, and tell me +all about them. Come, please do."</p> + +<p>"Suppose I did, Miss Lucy, where would your poor uncle's +preserved ginger be, that no one knows from real West Indian +ginger?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, let me come into your room, and you can tell me all the +time you are doing the ginger.</p> + +<p>"It is very hot there, Missie."</p> + +<p>"That will be more like some of the places. I'll suppose I'm +there! Look, Mrs. Bunker! here's a whole green sea; the tiniest +little dots all over it."</p> + +<p>"Dots? You'd hardly see all over one of those dots if you were +in one. That's the South Sea, Miss Lucy, and those are the +loveliest isles, except, may be, the West Indies, that ever I +saw."</p> + +<p>"Tell me about them, please," entreated Lucy. "Here's one; it's +name is—is Isabel—such a little wee one."</p> + +<p>"I can't tell you much of those South Sea Isles, Missie, as I +made only one voyage among them, when Bunker chartered the <i> +Penguin</i> for the sandalwood trade; and we did not touch at many, +for the natives were fierce and savage, and thought nothing of +coming down with arrows and spears at a boat's crew. So we only +went to such islands as the missionaries had been to, and had made +the people more gentle and civil."</p> + +<p>"Tell me all about it," said Lucy, following the old woman +hither and thither as she bustled about, talking all the time, and +stirring her pan of ginger over the hot plate.</p> + +<p>How it happened, it is not easy to say. The room was very warm, +and Mother Bunch went on talking as she stirred, and a steam rose +up, and by and by it seemed to Lucy that she had a great sneezing +fit; and when she looked again into the smoke, what did she see but +two little black figures, faces, heads, and feet all black, but +with an odd sort of white garment round their waists, and some fine +red and green feathers sticking out of their wooly heads.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Bunker, Mrs. Bunker!" she cried; "what's this? Who are +these ugly figures?"</p> + +<p>"Ugly!" said the foremost; and though it must have been some +strange language, it sounded like English to Lucy. "Is that the way +little white girl speaks to boy and girl that have come all the way +from Isabel to see her?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, indeed! little Isabel boy, I beg your pardon. I didn't know +you were real, nor that you could understand me! I am so glad to +see you. Hush, Don! don't bark so!"</p> + +<p>"Pig, pig; I never heard a pig squeak like that," said the black +stranger.</p> + +<p>"Pig! It is a little dog. Have you no dogs in your country?"</p> + +<p>"Pigs go on four legs. That must be pig."</p> + +<p>"What, you have nothing that goes on four legs but a pig! What +do you eat, then, besides pig?"</p> + +<p>"Yams, cocoa-nut, fish—oh, so good, and put pig into hole +among hot stones, make a fire over, bake so nice!"</p> + +<p>"You shall have some of my tea and see if that is as nice," said +Lucy. "What a funny dress you have; what is it made of?"</p> + +<p>"Tapa cloth," said the little girl. "We get the bark off the +tree, and then we go hammer, hammer, thump, thump, till all the +hard thick stuff comes off;" and Lucy, looking near, saw that the +substance was really all a lacework of fibre, about as close as the +net of Nurse's caps.</p> + +<p>"Is that all your clothes?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, till I am a warrior," said the boy; "then they will tattoo +my forehead, and arms, and breast, and legs."</p> + +<p>"Tattoo? what's that!"</p> + +<p>"Make little holes, and lines all over the skin with a sharp +shell, and rub in juice that turns it all to blue and purple +lines."</p> + +<p>"But doesn't it hurt dreadfully?" asked Lucy.</p> + +<p>"Hurt! to be sure it does, but that will show that I am brave. +When father comes home from the war he paints himself white."</p> + +<p>"White?"</p> + +<p>"With lime made by burning coral, and he jumps and dances and +shouts. I shall go to the war one of these days."</p> + +<p>"Oh no, don't!" said Lucy, "it is horrid."</p> + +<p>The boy laughed, but the little girl whispered, "Good white men +say so. Some day Lavo will go and learn, and leave off +fighting."</p> + +<p>Lavo shook his head. "No, not yet; I will be brave chief and +warrior first,—bring home many heads of enemies."</p> + +<p>"I—I think it nice to be quiet," said Lucy; +"and—and—won't you have some dinner?"</p> + +<p>"Have you baked a pig?" asked Lavo.</p> + +<p>"I think this is mutton," said Lucy, when the dish came +up,—"It is sheep's flesh."</p> + +<p>Lavo and his sister had no notion what sheep were. They wanted +to sit cross-legged on the floor, but Lucy made each of them sit in +a chair properly; but then they shocked her by picking up the +mutton-chops and stuffing them into their mouths with their +fingers.</p> + +<p>"Look here!" and she showed the knives and forks.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" cried Lavo, "what good spikes to catch fish with! and +knife— knife—I'll kill foes! much better than shell +knife."</p> + +<p>"And I'll dig yams," said the sister.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" entreated Lucy, "we have spades to dig with, soldiers +have swords to fight with; these are to eat with."</p> + +<p>"I can eat much better without," said Lavo; but to please Lucy +his sister did try; slashing hard away with her knife, and digging +her fork straight into a bit of meat. Then she very nearly ran it +into her eye, and Lucy, who knew it was not good manners to laugh, +was very near choking herself. And at last saying the knife and +fork were "Great good—great good; but none for eating," they +stuck them through the great tortoise shell rings they had in their +ears and noses. Lucy was distressed about Uncle Joseph's knives and +forks, which she knew she ought not to give away; but while she was +looking about for Mrs. Bunker to interfere, Don seemed to think it +his business and began to growl and fly at the little black +legs.</p> + +<p>"A tree, a tree!" cried the Isabelites, "where's a tree?" And +while they spoke, Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was +sitting astride on the top of it, grinning down at the dog; and his +sister had her feet on the lock, going up after him.</p> + +<p>"Tree houses," they cried; "there we are safe from our +enemies."</p> + +<p>And Lucy found rising before her, instead of her own nursery, a +huge tree, on the top of a mound. Basket-work had been woven +between the branches to make floors, and on these were huts of +bamboo cane; there were ladders hanging down made of strong +creepers twisted together, and above and around, the cries of +cockatoos and parrots and the chirp of grasshoppers rang in her +ears. She laid hold of the ladder of creeping plants and began to +climb, but soon her head swam, she grew giddy, and called out to +Lavo to help her. Then suddenly she found herself curled up in Mrs. +Bunker's big beehive chair, and she wondered whether she had been +asleep.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap3">—CHAPTER III—</a><br> +ITALY</h4> + +<p>"If I could have such another funny dream!" said Lucy. "Mother +Bunch, have you ever been to Italy?" and she put her finger on the +long leg and foot, kicking at three-cornered Sicily.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Missie, that I have; come out of this cold room and I'll +tell you."</p> + +<p>Lucy was soon curled in her chair; but no, she wasn't! She was +under a blue, blue sky, as she had never dreamt of; clear, sharp, +purple hills rose up against it. There was a rippling little +fountain, bursting out of a rock, carved with old, old carvings, +broken now and defaced, but shadowed over by lovely maidenhair fern +and trailing bindweed; and in a niche above a little roof, a figure +of the Blessed Virgin. Some way off stood a long, low house propped +up against the rich yellow stone walls and pillars of another old, +old building, and with a great chestnut-tree shadowing it. It had a +balcony, and the gable end was open, and full of big yellow +pumpkins and clusters of grapes hung up to dry; and some goats were +feeding round.</p> + +<p>Then came a merry, merry voice singing something about <i>la +vendemmia;</i> and though Lucy had never learnt Italian, her +wonderful dream knowledge made her sure that this meant the +vintage, the grape-gathering. Presently there came along a youth +playing a violin and a little girl singing. And a whole party of +other children, all loaded with as many grapes as they could carry, +came leaping and singing after them; their black hair loose, or +sometimes twisted with vine-leaves; their big black eyes dancing +with merriment, and their bare, brown legs with glee.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Cecco, Cecco! cried the little girl, pausing as she beat +her tambourine, "here's a stranger who has no grapes; bring them +here!"</p> + +<p>"But," said Lucy, "aren't they your mamma's grapes; may you give +them away?"</p> + +<p>"Ah, ah! 'tis the <i>vendemmia!</i> all may eat grapes; as much +as they will. See, there's the vineyard."</p> + +<p>Lucy saw on the slope of the hill above the cottage long poles +such as hops grow upon, and clusters hanging down. Men in shady, +battered hats, bright sashes and braces, and white shirt sleeves, +and women with handkerchiefs folded square over their heads, were +cutting the grapes down, and piling them up in baskets; and a low +cart drawn by two mouse-colored oxen, with enormous wide horns and +gentle-looking eyes, was waiting to be loaded with baskets.</p> + +<p>"To the wine-press! to the press!" shouted the children, who +were politeness itself and wanted to show her everything.</p> + +<p>The wine-press was a great marble trough with pipes leading off +into other vessels around. Into it went the grapes, and in the +midst were men and boys and little children, all with bare feet and +legs up to the knees, dancing and leaping, and bounding and +skipping upon the grapes, while the red juice covered their brown +skins.</p> + +<p>"Come in, come in; you don't know how charming it is!" cried +Cecco. "It is the best time of all the year, the dear vintage; come +in and tread the grapes."</p> + +<p>"But you must take off your shoes and stockings," said his +sister, Nunziata; "we never wear them but on Sundays and +holidays."</p> + +<p>Lucy was not sure that she might, but the children looked so +joyous, and it seemed to be such fun, that she began fumbling with +the buttons of her boots, and while she was doing it she opened her +eyes, and found that her beautiful bunch of grapes was only the +cushion in the bottom of Mother Bunch's chair.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap4">—CHAPTER IV—</a><br> +GREENLAND</h4> + +<p>"Now suppose I tried what the very cold countries are like!" And +Lucy bent over the globe till she was nearly ready to cut her head +off with the brass meridian, as she looked at the long, jagged +tongue, with no particular top to it, hanging down on the east side +of America. Perhaps it was the making herself so cold that did it, +but she found herself in the midst of snow, snow, snow! All was +snow except the sea, and that was a deep green, and in it were +monstrous, floating white things, pinnacled all over like a +Cathedral, and as big, and with hollows in them of glorious deep +blue and green, like jewels; Lucy knew they were icebergs. A sort +of fringe of these cliffs of ice hemmed in the shore. And on one of +them stood what she thought at first was a little brown bear, for +the light was odd, the sun was so very low down, and there was so +much glare from the snow that it seemed unnatural. However, before +she had time to be afraid of the bear, she saw that it was really a +little boy, with a hood and coat and leggings of thick, thick fur, +and a spear in his hand, with which he every now and then made a +dash at a fish,—great cod fish, such as Mamma had often on a +Friday.</p> + +<p>Into them went his spear, up came the poor fish, which was +strung with some others on a string the boy carried. Lucy crept up +as well as she could on the slippery ice, and the little Esquimaux +stared at her with a kind of stupid surprise.</p> + +<p>"Is that the way you get fish?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and seals; father gets them," he said.</p> + +<p>"Oh, what's that swimming out there?"</p> + +<p>"That's a white bear," he said coolly; "we had better get +home."</p> + +<p>Lucy thought so indeed; only where was home?—that puzzled +her. However, she trotted along by the side of her companion, and +presently came to what might have been an enormous snow-ball, but +there was a hole in it. Yes, it was hollow; and as her companion +made for the opening, she saw more little stout figures rolled up +in furs inside. Then she perceived that it was a house built up of +blocks of snow, arranged so as to make the shape of a beehive, all +frozen together, and with a window of ice. It made her shiver to +think of going in, but she thought the white bear might come after +her, and in she went. Even her little head had to bend under the +low doorway, and behold, it was the very closest, stuffiest, if not +the hottest place she had ever been in! There was a kind of lamp +burning in the hut; that is, a wick was floating in some oil, but +there was no glass, such as Lucy had been apt to think the chief +part of a lamp, and all round it squatted upon skins these queer +little stumpy figures dressed so much alike that there was no +knowing the men from the women, except that the women had much +bigger boots, and used them instead of pockets, and they had their +babies in bags of skin upon their backs.</p> + +<p>They seemed to be kind people, for they made room near their +lamp for the little girl, and asked her where she had been wrecked. +Then one of the women cut off a great lump of raw +something—was it a walrus, with that round head and big +tusks?—and held it up to her; and when Lucy shook her head +and said, "No, thank you," as civilly as she could, the woman tore +it in two, and handed a lump over her shoulder to her baby, who +began to gnaw it. Then her first friend, the little boy, hoping to +please her better, offered her some drink. Ah! it was oil, just +like the oil that was burning in the lamp!—horrid oil from +the whales! She could not help shaking her head; and so much that +she woke herself up!</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap5">—CHAPTER V—</a><br> +TYROL</h4> + +<p>"Suppose I could see where that dear little black chamois horn +came from! But Mother Bunch can't tell me about that I'm afraid, +for she always went by sea, and here's the Tyrol without one bit of +sea near it. It's just one of the strings to the great knot of +mountains that tie Europe up in the middle. Oh! what is a mountain +like?"</p> + +<p>Then suddenly came on Lucy's ears a loud blast like a trumpet; +another answered it farther off, another fainter still, and as she +started up she found she was standing on a little shelf of green +grass with steep slopes of stones and rock above, below, and around +her; and rising up all round were huge, tall hills, their smooth +slopes green and grassy, but in the steep places all terrible cliff +and precipice; and as they were seen further away they looked a +beautiful purple, like a thunder-cloud.</p> + +<p>Close to Lucy grew blue gentians like those in Mamma's garden, +and Alpine roses, and black orchids; but she did not know how to +come down, and was getting rather frightened, when a clear little +voice said, "Little lady, have you lost your way? Wait till the +evening hymn is over, and I'll come and help you;" and then Lucy +stood and listened, while from all the peaks whence the horns had +been blown there came the strong, sweet sound of an evening hymn, +all joining together, while there arose distant echoes of others +farther away. When it was over, one shout of "Jodel" echoed from +each point, and then all was still except for the tinkling of a +cow-bell. "That's the way we wish each other good night," said the +little girl, as the shadows mounted high on the tops of the +mountains, leaving them only peaks of rosy light. "Now come to the +chalet, and sister Rose will give you some milk."</p> + +<p>"Help me. I'm afraid," said Lucy.</p> + +<p>"That is nothing," said the mountain maiden springing up to her +like a kid, in spite of her great heavy shoes; "you should see the +places Father and Seppel climb when they hunt the chamois."</p> + +<p>"What is your name?" asked Lucy, who much liked the looks of her +little companion in her broad straw hat, with a bunch of Alpine +roses in it, her thick striped frock, and white body and sleeves, +braced with black ribbon; it was such a pleasant, fresh, open face, +with such rosy cheeks and kindly blue eyes, that Lucy felt quite at +home.</p> + +<p>"I am little Katherl. This is the first time I have come up with +Rose to the chalet, but I am big enough to milk the cows now. Ah! +do you see Daisy, the black one with a white tuft? She is our +leading cow, and she knows it, the darling. She never lets the +others get into dangerous places; she leads them home at the sound +of a horn; and when we go back to the village she will lead the +herd with a flower on the point of each horn, and a wreath round +her neck. The men will come up for us, Seppel and all; and may be +Seppel will bring the prize medal for shooting with the rifle."</p> + +<p>"But what do you do up here?"</p> + +<p>"We girls go up for the summer with the cows to the pastures, +the grass is so rich and good on the mountains, and we make butter +and cheese. Wait, and you shall taste. Sit down on the stone."</p> + +<p>Lucy was glad to hear that promise, for the fresh mountain air +had made her hungry. Katherl skipped away towards a house with a +projecting wooden balcony, and deep eaves, beautifully carved, and +came back with a slice of bread and delicious butter, and a good +piece of cheese, all on a wooden platter, and a little bowl of new +milk. Lucy thought she had never tasted anything so nice.</p> + +<p>"And now the gracious little lady will rest a little while," +said Katherl, "whilst I go and help Rose to strain the milk."</p> + +<p>So Lucy waited, but she felt so tired with her scramble that she +could not help nodding off to sleep, though she would have liked +very much to have stayed longer with the dear little Tyrolese. But +we know by this time where she always found herself when she +awoke.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap6">—CHAPTER VI—</a><br> +AFRICA</h4> + +<p>Oh! oh! here is a little dried crocodile come alive, and opening +a horrid great mouth, lined with terrible teeth, at her.</p> + +<p>No, he is no longer in the museum; he is in a broad river, +yellow, heavy, and thick with mud; the borders are crowded with +enormous reeds and rushes; there is no getting through; no breaking +away from him; here he comes; horrid, horrid beast! Oh, how could +Lucy have been so foolish as to want to travel in Africa up to the +higher parts of the Nile? How will she ever get back again? He will +gobble her up, her and Clare, who was trusted to her, and what will +mamma and sister do?</p> + +<p>Hark! There's a cry, a great shout, and out jumps a little black +figure, with a stout club in his hand. Crash it goes down on the +head of master crocodile. The ugly beast is turning over on its +back and dying. Then Lucy has time to look at the little negro, and +he has time to look at her. What a droll figure he is, with his +wooly head and thick lips, the whites of his eyes and his teeth +gleaming so brightly, and his fat little black person shining all +over, as well it may, for he is rubbed from head to foot with +castor- oil. There it grows on the bush, with broad, beautiful, +folded leaves and red stems and the pretty grey and black nuts. +Lucy only wishes the negroes would keep it all to polish themselves +with, and not send any home.</p> + +<p>She wants to give the little black fellow some reward for saving +her from the crocodile, and luckily Clare has on her long necklace +of blue glass beads. She puts it into his hand, and he twists it +round his black wool, and cuts such dances and capers for joy that +Lucy can hardly stand for laughing; but the sun shines scorching +hot upon her, and she gets under the shade of a tall date palm, +with big leaves all shooting out together at the top, and fine +bunches of dates below, all fresh and green, not like those papa +sometimes gives her at dessert.</p> + +<p>The little negro, Tojo, asks if she would like some. He takes +her by the hand, and leads her into a whole cluster of little round +mud huts, telling her that he is Tojo, the king's son; she is his +little sister and these are all his mothers! Which is his real +mother Lucy cannot quite make out, for she sees an immense party of +black women, all shiny and polished, with a great many beads wound +round their heads, necks, ankles, and wrists; and nothing besides +the tiniest short petticoats: and all the fattest are the smartest; +indeed, they have gourds of milk beside them, and are drinking it +all day long to keep themselves fat. No sooner however is Lucy led in +among them, than they all close round, some singing and dancing, +and others laughing for joy, and crying, "Welcome, little daughter +from the land of spirits!" And then she finds out that they think +she is really Tojo's little sister, who died ten moons ago, come +back again from the grave as a white spirit.</p> + +<p>Tojo's own mother, a very fat woman indeed, holds out her arms, +as big as bed-posts and terribly greasy, gives her a dose of sour +milk out of a gourd, makes her lie down with her head in her lap, +and begins to sing to her, till Lucy goes to sleep; and wakes, very +glad to see the crocodile as brown and hard and immovable as ever; +and that odd round gourd with a little hole in it, hanging up near +the ceiling.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap7">—CHAPTER VII—</a><br> +LAPLANDERS</h4> + +<p>"It shall not be a hot country next time," said Lucy, "though, +after all, the whale oil was not much worse than the castor +oil.—Mother Bunch, did your whaler always go to Greenland, +and never to any nicer place?"</p> + +<p>"Well, Missie, once we were driven between foul winds and +icebergs up into a fiord near North Cape, right at midsummer, and +I'll never forget what we saw there."</p> + +<p>Lucy was not likely to forget, either, for she found herself +standing by a narrow inlet of sea, as blue and smooth as a lake, +and closely shut in, except where the bare rock was too steep, or +where on a somewhat smoother shelf stood a timbered house, with a +farm-yard and barns all round it. But the odd thing was that the +sun was where she had never seen him before,—quite in the +north, making all the shadows come the wrong way. But how came the +sun to be visible at all so very late? Ah! she knew it now; this +was Norway, and at this time of the year there was no night at +all!</p> + +<p>And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and arrows, +such as she had never seen before, except in the hands of the +little Cupids in the pictures in the drawing-room. Mother Bunch had +said that the little brown boys in India looked like the bronze +Cupid who was on the mantleshelf, but this little boy was white, or +rather sallow-faced, and well dressed too, in a tight, round, +leather cap, and a dark blue kind of shaggy gown with hairy +leggings; and what he was shooting at was some kind of wild-duck or +goose, that came tumbling down heavily with the arrow right through +its neck.</p> + +<p>"There," said the boy, "I'll take that, and sell it to the Norse +farmer's wife up in the house above there."</p> + +<p>"Who are you, then?" said Lucy.</p> + +<p>"I'm a Lapp. We live on the hills, where the Norseman has not +driven us away, and where the reindeer find their grass in summer +and moss in winter."</p> + +<p>"Oh! have you got reindeer? I should so like to see them and to +drive in a sledge!"</p> + +<p>The boy, whose name was Peder, laughed, and said, "You can't go +in a sledge except when it is winter, with snow and ice to go upon, +but I'll soon show you a reindeer."</p> + +<p>Then he led the way, past the deliciously smelling, whispering +pine woods that sheltered the Norwegian homestead, past a seater or +mountain meadow where the girls were pasturing their cows, much +like Lucy's friends in the Tyrol, then out upon the gray moorland, +where there was an odd little cluster of tents covered with skins, +and droll little, short, stumpy people running about them.</p> + +<p>Peder gave a curious long cry, put his hand in his pocket, and +pulled out a lump of salt. Presently, a pair of long horns +appeared, then another, then a whole herd of the deer with big +heads and horns growing a good deal forward. The salt was held to +them, and a rope was fastened to all their horns that they might +stand still in a line, while the little Lapp women milked them. +Peder went up to one of the women, and brought back a little cupful +of milk for his visitor; it was all that one deer gave, but it was +so rich as to be almost like drinking cream.</p> + +<p>He led her into one of the tents, but it was very smoky, and not +much cleaner than the tent of the Esquimaux. It is a wonder how +Lucy could go to sleep there, but she did, heartily wishing herself +somewhere else.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap8">—CHAPTER VIII—</a><br> +CHINA</h4> + +<p>Was it the scent of the perfumed tea, a present from an old +sailor friend, which Mrs. Bunker was putting away, or was it the +sight of the red jar ornamented with black-and-gold men, with round +caps, long petticoats, and pigtails, that caused Lucy next to open +her eyes upon a cane sofa, with cushions ornamented with figures in +colored silks? The floor of the room was of shining inlaid wood; +there were beautifully woven mats all round; stands made of red +lacquer work, and seats of cane and bamboo; and there was a round +window, through which could be seen a beautiful garden, full of +flowering shrubs and trees, a clear pond lined with colored tiles +in the middle, and over the wall the gilded roof of a pagoda, like +an umbrella, only all in ridge and furrow, and with a little bell +at every spoke. Beyond, were beautifully and fantastically shaped +hills, and a lake below with pleasure boats on it. It was all +wonderfully like a pretty china bowl come to life, and Lucy knew +she was in China, even before there came into the room, toddling +upon her poor little, tiny feet, a young lady with a small yellow +face, little slips of eyes sloping upwards from her flat nose, and +black hair combed up very tight from her face and twisted with +flowers and ornaments. She had ever so many robes on, the edge of +one peeping out below the other, and at the top a sort of blue +China-crape tunic, with very wide, loose sleeves dropping an +immense way from her hands. There was no gathering in at the waist, +and it reached to her knees, where a still more splendid white +silk, embroidered, trailed along. She had a big fan in her hand; +but when she saw the visitor she went up to a beautiful little, low +table, with an ivory frill round it, where stood some dainty, +delicate tea-cups and saucers. Into one of these she put a little +ball, about as big as an oak-apple, of tea-leaves; a maid dressed +like herself poured hot water on it, and handed it on a lacquer- +work tray. Lucy took it, said, "Thank you," and then waited.</p> + +<p>"Is it not good?" said the little hostess.</p> + +<p>"It must be! You are the real tea people," said Lucy: "but I was +waiting for sugar and milk."</p> + +<p>"That would spoil it," said the Chinese damsel; "only outer +barbarians would think of such a thing. And, ah! I see you are one! +See, Ki-hi, what monstrous feet!"</p> + +<p>"They are not bigger than your maid's," said Lucy rather +disgusted. "Why are yours so small?"</p> + +<p>"Because my mother and nurse took care of me when I was a baby, +and bound them up that they might not grow big and ugly like those +of the poor creatures who have to run about for their husbands, +feed silk worms, and tend ducks!"</p> + +<p>"But shouldn't you like to walk without almost tumbling down?" +said Lucy.</p> + +<p>"No, indeed! Me a daughter of a mandarin of the blue button! You +are a mere barbarian to think a lady ought to want to walk. Do you +not see that I never do anything? Look at my lovely nails."</p> + +<p>"I think they are claws," said Lucy; "do you never break +them?"</p> + +<p>"No; when they are a little longer, I shall wear silver shields +for them as my mother does."</p> + +<p>"And do you really never work?"</p> + +<p>"I should think not," said the young lady, scornfully fanning +herself; "I leave that to the common folk, who are obliged to. Come +with me and let me lean on you, and I will give you a peep through +the lattice, that you may see that my father is far above making +his daughter work. See, there he sits, with his moustachios hanging +down to his chin, and his pig-tail to his heels, and the blue +dragon embroidered on his breast, watching while they prepare the +hall for a grand dinner. There will be a stew of puppy dog, and +another of kittens, and bird's-nest soup; and then the players will +come and act part of the nine-night tragedy, and we will look +through the lattice. Ah! father is smoking opium, that he may be +serene and in good spirits! Does it make your head ache? Ah! that +is because your are a mere outer barbarian. She is asleep, Ki-hi; +lay her on the sofa, and let her sleep. How ugly her pale hair is, +almost as bad as her big feet!"</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap9">—CHAPTER IX—</a><br> +KAMSCHATKA</h4> + +<p>Lucy had been disappointed at not having a drive with the +reindeer, and she had been telling Don how useful his relations +were in other places. Behold, she awoke in a wide plain, where, as +far as her eye could reach, there was nothing but snow. The few +fir-trees that stood in the distance were heavily laden; and Lucy +herself,—where was she? Going very fast? Yes, whisking over +the snow with all her might and main, and muffled up in cloaks and +furs, as indeed was necessary, for her breath froze upon the big +muffler round her throat, so that it seemed to become as hard as a +stone wall; and by her side was a little boy, muffled up quite as +close, with a cap, or rather hood, casing his whole head, his hands +gloved in fur up to the elbows, and long fur boots. He had an +immense long whip in his hand, and was flourishing it, and striking +with it--at what? They were an enormous way off from him, but they +really were very big dogs, rushing along like the wind, and bearing +along with them— what? Lucy's ambition—a sledge, a +thing without wheels, but gliding along most rapidly on the hard +snow; flying, flying almost fast enough to take away her breath, +and leaving birds, foxes, and any creature she saw for one instant, +far behind. And—what was very odd—the young driver had +no reins; he shouted at the dogs and now and then threw a stick at +them, and they quite seemed to understand, and turned when he +wanted them to turn. Lucy wondered how he or they knew the way, it +all seemed such a waste of snow. They went so fast that at first +she was unable to speak; then she ventured on gasping out, "Well, +I've been in an express train, but this beats it! Where are you +going?"</p> + +<p>"To Petropawlowsky, to change these skins for coffee, and rice, +and rice," answered the boy.</p> + +<p>"What skins are they?" asked Lucy.</p> + +<p>"Bears'—big brown bears that father killed in a +cave–and wolves' and those of the little ermine and sable +that we trap. We get much, much for the white ermine and his black +tail. Father's coming in another sledge with, oh! such a big pile. +Don't you hear his dogs yelp? We'll win the race yet! Ugh! hoo! +hoo! ho-o-o-o!—On! on! lazy ones, on, I say! don't let the +old dogs catch the young ones!"</p> + +<p>Crack, crack, went the whip; the dogs yelped with +eagerness,—they don't bark, those Northern dogs; the little +Kamschatkadale bawled louder and louder, and never saw when Lucy +rolled off behind, and was left in the middle of a huge snowdrift, +while he flew on with his load.</p> + +<p>Here were his father's dogs overtaking her; and then some one +was picking her up. No, it was Don! and here was Mrs. Bunker +exclaiming, "Well, if here is not Miss Lucy asleep on Master's old +bearskin!"</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap10">—CHAPTER X—</a><br> +THE TURK</h4> + +<p>"What a beautiful long necklace, Mrs. Bunker! May I have it for +Lonicera?"</p> + +<p>"You may play with it while you are here, Missie, if you'll take +care not to break the string, but it is too curious for you to take +home and lose. It is what they call a Turkish rosary; they say it +is made of rose-leaves reduced to a paste and squeezed ever so hard +together, and that the poor ladies that are shut up in the harems +have little or nothing to do but to run them through their +fingers."</p> + +<p>"It has a very nice smell," said Lucy, examining the dark brown +beads, which hung loosely on their string, and letting them fall +one by one through her hands, till of course that happened which +she was hoping for: she woke on a long, low sofa, in the midst of a +room all carpet and cushions, in bright colors and gorgeous +patterns, curling about with no particular meaning; and with a +window of rich brass lattice-work.</p> + +<p>And by her side there was an odd bubbling that put her in mind +of blowing the soap-suds into a froth when preparing them for +bubble blowing; but when she looked round she saw something very +unlike the long pipes her big brother used, or the basin of +soap-suds. There was a beautifully shaped glass bottle, and into it +went a very long twisting tube, like a snake coiled on the floor, +and the other end of the serpent, instead of a head, had an amber +mouth-piece which went between a pair of lips. Lucy knew it for a +hubble-bubble or Turkish pipe, and saw that the lips were in a +brown face, with big black eyes, round which dark bluish circles +were drawn. The jet-black hair was carefully braided with jewels, +and over it was thrown a purple satin sort of pelisse over a white +silk embroidered vest, tied in with a sash, striped with all manner +of colors; also immense wide white trousers, out of which peeped a +pair of brown bare feet, on which, however, were a splendid pair of +slippers curled up at the toes.</p> + +<p>The owner seemed to be very little older than Lucy, and sat +gravely looking at her for a little while, then clapped her hands. +A black woman came, and the young Turkish maiden said, "Bring +coffee for the little Frank lady."</p> + +<p>So a tiny table of mother-of-pearl was brought, and on it some +exquisite little striped porcelain cups, standing not in saucers, +but in silver filigree cups into which they exactly fitted. Lucy +remembered her Chinese experience, and did not venture to ask for +milk or sugar, but she found that the real Turkish coffee was so +pure and delicate that she could drink it without.</p> + +<p>"Where are your jewels?" then asked the little hostess.</p> + +<p>"I'm not old enough to have any."</p> + +<p>"How old are you?"</p> + +<p>"Nine."</p> + +<p>"Nine! I'm only ten, and I shall be married next +week——"</p> + +<p>"Married! Oh, no, you are joking."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I shall. Selim Bey has paid my father the dowry for me, +and I shall be taken to his house next week."</p> + +<p>"And I suppose you like him very much."</p> + +<p>"He looks big and tall," said the child with exultation. "I saw +him riding when I went with my mother to the Sweet Waters. 'Amina,' +she said, 'there is your lord, in the Frankish coat—with the +white horse.'"</p> + +<p>"Have you not talked to him?" asked Lucy.</p> + +<p>"What should I do that for?" said Amina.</p> + +<p>"Aunt Bessie used to like to talk to nobody but Uncle Frank +before they were married," replied Lucy.</p> + +<p>"I shall talk enough when I am married," replied the little +Turk. "I shall make him give me plenty of sweetmeats, and a +carriage with two handsome bullocks, and the biggest Nubian black +slave in the market to drive me to Sweet Waters, in a thin blue +veil, with all my jewels on. Father says that Selim Bey will give +me everything, and a Frank governess. What is a governess? Is it +anything like the little gold case you have round your neck?"</p> + +<p>"My locket with Mamma's hair? Oh, no, no," said Lucy, laughing; +"a governess is a lady to teach you."</p> + +<p>"I don't want to learn any more," said Amina, much disgusted; "I +shall tell him I can make sweetmeats, and roll rose-leaves. What +should I learn for?"</p> + +<p>"Should you not like to read and write?"</p> + +<p>"Teaching is only meant for men," replied Amina. "They have got +to read the Koran, but it is all ugly letters; I won't learn to +read."</p> + +<p>"You don't know how nice it is to read stories all about +different countries," said Lucy. "Ah! I wish I was in the +schoolroom, at home, and I would show you how pleasant it is."</p> + +<p>And Lucy seemed to have her wish all at once, for she and Amina +stood in her own schoolroom, but with no one else there. The first +thing Amina did was to scream, "Oh, what shocking windows! even men +can see in; shut them up." She rolled herself up in her veil, and +Lucy could only satisfy her by pulling down all the blinds, after +which she ventured to look about a little. "What have you to sit +on?" she asked with great disgust.</p> + +<p>"Chairs and stools," said Lucy, laughing and showing them.</p> + +<p>"These little tables with four legs! How can you sit on +them?"</p> + +<p>Lucy sat down and showed her. "That is not sitting," she said, +and she tried to curl herself up cross-legged.</p> + +<p>"Our teacher always makes us write a long grammar lesson if she +sees us sitting with our legs crossed," said Lucy, laughing with +much amusement at Amina's attempts to wriggle herself up on the +stool from which she nearly fell.</p> + +<p>"Ah, I will never have a governess!" cried Amina. "I will cry +and cry, and give Selim Bey no rest till he promises to let me +alone. What a dreadful place this is! Where can you sleep?"</p> + +<p>"In bed, to be sure," said Lucy.</p> + +<p>"I see no cushions to lie on."</p> + +<p>"No; we have bedrooms, and beds there. We should not think of +taking off our clothes here."</p> + +<p>"What should you undress for?"</p> + +<p>"To sleep, of course."</p> + +<p>"How horrible! We sleep in all our clothes wherever we like to +lie down. We never undress but for the bath. Do you go to the +bath?"</p> + +<p>"I have a bath every morning, when I get up, in my own +room."</p> + +<p>"Bathe at home! Then you never see your friends? We meet at the +bath, and talk and play and laugh."</p> + +<p>"Meet bathing! No, indeed! We meet at home, and out of doors," +said Lucy; "my friend Annie and I walk together."</p> + +<p>"Walk together! what, in the street? Shocking! You cannot be a +lady."</p> + +<p>"Indeed I am," said Lucy, coloring up. "My papa is a gentleman. +And see how many books we have, and how much we have to learn! +French, and music, and sums, and grammar, and history, and +geography."</p> + +<p>"I <i>will</i> not be a Frank! No, no! I will not learn," said +the alarmed Amina on hearing this catalogue poured forth.</p> + +<p>"Geography is very nice," said Lucy; "here are our maps. I will +show you where you live. This is Constantinople."</p> + +<p>"I live at Stamboul," said Amina, scornfully.</p> + +<p>"There is Stamboul in little letters below—look."</p> + +<p>"That Stamboul! The Frank girl is false; Stamboul is a large, +large, beautiful place; not a little black speck. I can see it +from my lattice. White houses and mosques in the sun, and the blue +Golden Horn, with the little vessels gliding along."</p> + +<p>Before Lucy could explain, the door opened, and one of her +brothers put in his head. At once Amina began to scream and roll +herself in the window curtain. "A man in the harem! Oh! oh! oh! +Were there no slippers at the door?" And her screaming awoke Lucy, +who found herself at her Uncle Joe's again.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap11">—CHAPTER XI—</a><br> +SWITZERLAND</h4> + +<p>"I liked the mountain girl best of all," thought Lucy. "I wonder +whether I shall ever get among the mountains again. There's a great +stick in the corner that Uncle Joe calls his alpenstock. I'll go +and read the names upon it. They are the names of all the mountains +where he has used it."</p> + +<p>She read Mount Blanc, Mount Cenis, the Wengern, and so on; and +of course as she read and sung them over to herself, they lulled +her off into her wonderful dreams, and brought her this time into a +meadow, steep and sloping, but full of flowers, the loveliest +flowers, of all kinds, growing among the long grass that waved over +them. The fresh, clear air was so delicious that she almost hoped +she was back in her dear Tyrol; but the hills were not the same. +She saw upon the slope quantities of cows, goats, and sheep, +feeding just as on the Tyrolese Alps; but beyond was a dark row of +pines, and above, in the sky as it were, rose all round great sharp +points—like clouds for their whiteness, but not in their +straight, jagged outlines. And here and there the deep gray clefts +between seemed to spread into white rivers, or over the ruddy +purple of the half-distance came sharp white lines darting +downwards.</p> + +<p>As she sat up in the grass and looked about her, a bark startled +her. A dog began to growl, bark, and dance round her, so that she +would have been much frightened if the next moment a voice had not +called him off—"Fie, Brilliant, down; let the little girl +alone. He is good, Madamoiselle, never fear. He helps me keep the +cows."</p> + +<p>"Who are you, then?"</p> + +<p>"I am Maurice, the little herd-boy. I live with my grandmother, +and work for her."</p> + +<p>"What, in keeping cows?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; and look here!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, the delicious little cottage! It has eaves and windows, and +balconies, and a door, and little cows and sheep, and men and +women, all in pretty white wood! You did not make it, Maurice?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, truly I did; I cut it out with my knife, all myself."</p> + +<p>"How clever you must be. And what shall you do with it?"</p> + +<p>"I shall watch for a carriage with ladies winding up that long +road; and then I shall stand and take off my hat, and hold out my +cottage. Perhaps they will buy it, and then I shall have enough to +get grandmother a warm gown for the winter. When I grow bigger I +will be a guide, like my father."</p> + +<p>"A guide?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, to lead travellers up to the mountain-tops. There is +nowhere you English will not go. The harder a mountain is to climb, +the more bent you are on going up. And oh, I shall love it too! +There are the great glaciers, the broad streams of ice that fill up +the furrows of the mountains, with the crevasses so blue and +beautiful and cruel. It was in one of them my father was swallowed +up."</p> + +<p>"Ah! then how can you love them?" said Lucy.</p> + +<p>"Because they are so grand and so beautiful," said Maurice. "No +other place has the like, and they make one's heart swell with +wonder, and joy in the God who made them."</p> + +<p>And Maurice's eyes sparkled, and Lucy looked at the clear, stern +glory of the mountain points, and felt as if she understood +him.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap12">—CHAPTER XII—</a><br> +THE COSSACK</h4> + +<p>Caper, caper; dance, dance. What a wonderful dance it was, just +as if the little fellow had been made of cork, so high did he bound +the moment he touched the ground; while he jerked out his arms and +legs as if they were pulled by strings, like the Marionettes that +had once performed in front of the window. Only, his face was all +fun and life, and he did look so proud and delighted to show what +he could do; and it was all in clear, fresh, open air, the whole +extent covered with short, green grass, upon which were grazing +herds of small lean horses, and flocks of sheep without tails, but +with their wool puffed out behind into a sort of bustle or <i> +panier.</i> There was a cluster of clean, white-looking houses in +the distance; and Lucy knew that she was in the great plains called the +Steppes, that lie between the rivers Volga and Don.</p> + +<p>"Do you live there?" she asked, by way of beginning the +conversation.</p> + +<p>"Yes; my father is the hetman of the Stantitza, and these are my +holidays. I go to school at Tcherkask the greater part of the +year."</p> + +<p>"Tcherkask! Oh, what a funny name!"</p> + +<p>"And you would think it a funny town if you were there. It is +built on a great bog by the side of the river Volga; all the houses +stand on piles of timber, and in the spring the streets are full of +water, and one has to sail about in boats."</p> + +<p>"Oh! that must be delicious."</p> + +<p>"I don't like it as much as coming home and riding. See!" and as +he whistled, one of the horses came whinnying up, and put his nose +over the boy's shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Good fellow! But your horses are thin; they look little."</p> + +<p>"Little?" cried the young Cossack. "Why, do you know what our +little horses can do? There are not many armies in Europe that they +have not ridden down, at one time or another. Why, the church at +Tcherkask is hung all round with Colors we have taken from our +enemies. There's the Swede—didn't Charles XII. get the worst +of it when he came in his big boots after the Cossack?—ay, +and the Turk, and the Austrian, and the French? Ah! doesn't my +Grandfather tell how he rode his good little horse all the way from +the Volga to the Seine, and the good Czar Alexander himself gave +him the medal with "Not unto us, but unto Thy Name be the praise'? +Our father the Czar does not think so little of us and our horses +as you do, young lady."</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon," said Lucy; "I did not know what your horses +could do."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you did not! That is some excuse for you. I'll show +you."</p> + +<p>And in one moment he was on the back of his little horse, +leaning down on its neck, and galloping off over the green plain +like the wind; but it seemed to Lucy as if she had only just +watched him out of sight on one side before he was close to her on +the other, having whirled round and cantered close up to her while +she was looking the other way. "Come up with me," he said; and in +one moment she had been swept up before him on the little horse's +neck, and was flying so wildly over the Steppes that her breath and +sense failed her, and she knew no more till she was safe by Mrs. +Bunker's fireside again.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap13">—CHAPTER XIII—</a><br> +SPAIN</h4> + +<p>"Suppose now I go to sleep again; what should I like to see +next? A sunny place, I think, where there is sea to look at. Shall +it be Spain, and shall it be among the poor people? Well, I think I +should be where there is a little lady girl. I hope they are not +all as lazy and conceited as the Chinese and the Turk."</p> + +<p>So Lucy awoke in a large, cool room with a marble floor and +heavy curtains, but with little furniture except one table, and a +row of chairs ranged along the wall. It had two windows, one +looking out into a garden,—such a garden!—orange-trees +with shining leaves and green and golden fruit and white flowers, +and jasmines, and great lilies standing round about a marble court. +In the midst of this court was a basin of red marble, where a +fountain was playing, making a delicious splashing; and out beyond +these sparkled in the sun the loveliest and most delicious of blue +seas—the same blue sea, indeed, that Lucy had seen in her +Italian visit.</p> + +<p>That window was empty; but the other, which looked out into the +street, had cushions laid on the sill, an open-work stone ledge +beyond, and little looking-glasses on either side. Leaning over +this sill there was seated a little maiden in a white frock, but +with a black lace veil fastened by a rose into her jet-black hair, +and the daintiest, prettiest-shaped little feet imaginable in white +satin shoes, which could be plainly seen as she knelt on the +window-seat.</p> + +<p>"What are you looking at?" asked Lucy, coming to her side.</p> + +<p>"I'm watching for the procession. Then I shall go to church with +mamma. Look! That way we shall see it come; these two mirrors +reflect everything up and down the street."</p> + +<p>"Are you dressed for church?" asked Lucy. "You have no hat +on."</p> + +<p>"Where does your grace come from not to know that a mantilla is +what is for church? Mamma is being dressed in her black silk and +her black mantilla."</p> + +<p>"And your shoes?"</p> + +<p>I could not wear great, coarse, hard shoes," said the little +Dona Ines; "It would spoil my feet. Ah! I shall have time to show +the Senorita what I can do. Can your grace dance?"</p> + +<p>"I danced with Uncle Joe at our last Christmas party," said +Lucy, with great dignity.</p> + +<p>"See now," cried the Spaniard; "stand there. Ah! have you no +castanets?" And she quickly took out two very small ivory shells or +bowls, each pair fastened together by a loop, through which she +passed her thumb so that the little spoons hung on her palm, and +she could snap them together with her fingers.</p> + +<p>Then she began to dance round Lucy in the most graceful swimming +way, now rising, now falling, and cracking her castanets together +at intervals. Lucy tried to do the same, but her limbs seemed like +a wooden doll's compared with the suppleness and ease of Ines. She +made sharp corners and angles, where the Spaniard floated so like a +sea-bird that it was like seeing her fly or float rather than +merely dance, till at last the very watching her rendered Lucy +drowsy and dizzy; and as the church bells began to ring, and the +chant of the procession to sound, she lost all sense of being in +sunny Malaga, the home of grapes.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap14">—CHAPTER XIV—</a><br> +GERMANY</h4> + +<p>There was a great murmur and buzz of learning lessons; rows upon +rows of little boys were sitting before desks, studying; very few +heads looked up as Lucy found herself walking round the room—a +large clean room, with maps hanging on the walls, but hot and +weary-feeling, because there were no windows open and so little +fresh air.</p> + +<p>"What are you about, little boy?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"I am learning my verb," he said; "moneo, mones, monet."</p> + +<p>Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to another desk. "And what +are you doing?"</p> + +<p>"I am writing my analysis."</p> + +<p>Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so she went a little +further. "What are you doing here?" she said timidly, for these +were somewhat bigger boys.</p> + +<p>"We are writing an essay on the individuality of self."</p> + +<p>That was enough to frighten any one away, and Lucy betook +herself to some quite little boys, with fat rosy faces and light +hair. "Are you busy, too?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes; we are learning the chief cities of the +Fatherland."</p> + +<p>Lucy felt like the little boy in the fable, who could not get +either the dog, or the bird, or the bee, to play with him.</p> + +<p>"When do you play?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"We have an hour's interval after dinner, and another at +supper-time, but then we prepare our work for the morrow," said one +of the boys, looking up well satisfied.</p> + +<p>"Work! work! Are you always at work?" exclaimed Lucy; "I only +study from nine to twelve, and half an hour to get my lessons in +the afternoon."</p> + +<p>"You are a maiden," said the little boy with civil superiority; +"your brothers study more hours."</p> + +<p>"More; yes, but not so many as you do. They play from twelve +till two, and have a holiday on Saturday."</p> + +<p>"So, you are not industrious. We are. That is the reason why we +can all act together, and think together, so much better than any +others; and we all stand as one irresistible power, the United +Germany."</p> + +<p>Lucy have a little gasp! it was all so very wise.</p> + +<p>"May I see your sisters?" she said.</p> + +<p>The little sisters, Gretchens and Katchens, were learning away +almost as hard as the Hermanns and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters +had what Lucy thought a better time of it. One of them was helping +in the kitchen, and another in the ironing; but then they had their +books and their music, and in the evening all the families came out +into the pleasure gardens, and had little tables with coffee before +them, and the mamma knitted, and the papas smoked, and the young +ladies listened to the band. On the whole, Lucy thought she should +not mind living in Germany, if they would not have so many lessons +to learn.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap15">—CHAPTER XV—</a><br> +PARIS IN THE SIEGE</h4> + +<p>"And Uncle Joe is in France, where the fathers and brothers of +those little Prussian boys have been fighting. I wish I could see +it."</p> + +<p>There was a thunder and a whizzing in the air and a sharp +rattling noise besides; a strange, damp unwholesome smell too, +mixed with that of gunpowder; and when Lucy looked up, she found +herself down some steps in a dark, dull, vaulted-looking place, +lined with stone, however, and open to the street above. A little +lamp was burning in a corner, piles of straw and bits of furniture +were lying about, and upon one of the bundles of straw sat a little +rough-haired girl.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Madamoiselle, good morning," she said. "Are you come here +to take shelter from the shells? The battery is firing now; I do +not think Mamma will come home till it slackens a little. She is +gone to my brother who is weak after his wounds. I wish I could +offer you something, but we have nothing but water, and it is not +even sugared."</p> + +<p>"Do you live down here?" asked Lucy, looking round at the dreary +place with wonder.</p> + +<p>"Not always. We used to have a pretty little house over this, +but the cruel shells came crashing in, and flew into pieces, +tearing everything to splinters, and we are only safe from them +down here. Ah, if I could only have shown you Mamma's pretty room! +But there is a great hole in the floor now, and the ceiling is all +tumbling down, and the table broken."</p> + +<p>"But why do you stay here?"</p> + +<p>"Mamma and Emily say it is all the same. We are as safe in our +cellar as we could be anywhere, and we should have to pay +elsewhere."</p> + +<p>"Then you cannot get out of Paris?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no, while the Prussians are all around us, and shut us in. +My brothers are all in the Garde Mobile, and, you see, so is my +doll. Every one must be a soldier, now. My dear Adolphe, hold +yourself straight." (And there the doll certainly showed himself +perfectly drilled and disciplined.) "March—right foot +forward—left foot forward." But in this movement, as may be +well supposed, little Coralie had to help her recruit a good +deal.</p> + +<p>Lucy was surprised. "So you can play even in this dreadful +place?" she said.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes! What's the use of crying and wearying one's self? I do +not mind as long as they leave me my kitten, my dear little +Minette."</p> + +<p>"Oh! what a pretty, long-haired kitten! But how small and +thin!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, truly, the poor Minette! The cruel people ate her mother, +and there is no milk—no milk, and my poor Minette is almost +starved, though I give her bits of my bread and soup; but the bread +is only bran and sawdust, and she likes it no more than I."</p> + +<p>"Ate up her mother!"</p> + +<p>"Yes. She was a superb Cyprus cat, all gray; but, alas! one day +she took a walk in the street, and they caught her, and then indeed +it was all over with her. I only hope Minette will not get out, but +she is so lean that they would find little but bones and fur."</p> + +<p>"Ah! how I wish I could take you and her home to Uncle Joe, and +give you both good bread and milk! Take my hand, and shut your +eyes, and we will wish and wish very hard, and, perhaps, you will +come there with me. Paris is not very far off."</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap16">—CHAPTER XVI—</a><br> +THE AMERICAN GUEST</h4> + +<p>No; wishing very hard did not bring poor little French Coralie +home with Lucy; but something almost as wonderful happened. Just at +the time in the afternoon when Lucy used to ride off on her dream +to visit some wonderful place, there came a ring at the front door; +a quite real substantial ring, that did not sound at all like any +of the strange noises of the strange worlds that she had lately +been hearing, but had the real tinkle of Uncle Joe's own bell.</p> + +<p>"Well," said Mrs. Bunker, "what can that be, coming at this time +of day? It can never be the doctor coming home without sending +orders! Don't you be running out, Miss Lucy; there'll be a draught +of cold air right in."</p> + +<p>Lucy stood still; very anxious, and wondering whether she should +see anything alive, or one of her visitors from various +countries.</p> + +<p>"There is a letter from Mr. Seaman," said a brisk young voice, +that would have been very pleasant if it had not gone a little +through the nose; and past Mrs. Bunker there walked into the full +light a little boy, a year or two older than Lucy, holding out one +hand as he saw her and taking off his hat with the other. "Good +morning," he said, quite at ease; "is this where you live?"</p> + +<p>"Good morning," returned Lucy though it was not morning at all; +"where do you come from?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm from Paris last; but when I'm at home, I'm at Boston. +I am Leonidas Saunders, of the great American Republic."</p> + +<p>"Oh, then you are not real, after all?"</p> + +<p>"Real! I should hope I was a genuine article."</p> + +<p>"Well, I was in hopes that you were real, only you say you come +from a strange country, like the rest of them, and yet you look +just like an English boy."</p> + +<p>"Of course I do! my grandfather came from England," said +Leonidas; "we all speak English as well, or better, than you do in +the old country."</p> + +<p>"I can't understand it!" said Lucy; "did you come like other +people, by the train, not like the children in my dreams?"</p> + +<p>And then Leonidas explained all about it to her: how his father +had brought him last year to Europe and had put him to school at +Paris; but when the war broke out, and most of the stranger +scholars were taken away, no orders came about him, because his +father was a merchant and was away from home, so that no one ever +knew whether the letters had reached him.</p> + +<p>So Leonidas had gone on at school without many tasks to learn, +to be sure, but not very comfortable: it was so cold, and there was +no wood to burn; and he disliked eating horses and cats and rats, +quite as much as Coralie did, though he was not in a part of the +town where so many shells from the cannons came in.</p> + +<p>At last when Lucy's uncle and some other good gentlemen with the +red cross on their sleeves, obtained leave to enter Paris and take +some relief to the poor, sick people in the hospitals, the people +Leonidas was with, told the gentleman that there was a little +American left behind in their house.</p> + +<p>Mr. Seaman, which was Uncle Joe's name, went to see about him, +and found that he had once known his father. So, after a great deal +of trouble, it had been managed that the boy should be allowed to +leave the city. He had been driven in a coach, he told Lucy, with +some more Americans and English, and with flags with stars and +stripes or else Union Jacks all over it; and whenever they came to +a French sentry, or afterwards to a Prussian, they were stopped +till he called an officer who looked at their papers and let them +go on.</p> + +<p>Mr. Seaman had taken charge of Leonidas, and given him the best +dinner he had eaten for a long time, but as he was going to another +city to other hospitals, he could not keep the boy with him; so he +had put him in charge of a friend who was going to London, to send +him down to Mrs. Bunker.</p> + +<p>Fear of Lucy's rash was pretty well over now, and she was to go +home in a day or two; so the children were allowed to be together, +and enjoyed it very much. Lucy told about her dreams, and Leonidas +had a good deal to tell of what he had really seen on his travels. +They wished very much that they could both see one of these +wonderful dreams together, only—what should it be?</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4 align="center"><a name="chap17">—CHAPTER XVII—</a><br> +THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS</h4> + +<p>What should it be? She thought of Arabs with their tents and +horses, and Leonidas told her of Red Indians with their war-paint, +and little Negroes dancing round the sugar-boiling, till her head +began quite to swim and her ears to buzz; and all the children she +had seen seemed to come round her, and join hands and dance.</p> + +<p>Oh, such a din! A little Highlander in his tartans stood on a +barrel in the middle, making his bagpipes squeal away; a Chinese +with a bald head and long pigtail beat a gong, and capered with a +solemn face; a Norwegian herd-boy blew a monstrous bark cow-horn; +an Indian juggler twisted snakes round his neck to the sound of the +tom-tom; and Lucy found herself and Leonidas whirling round with a +young Dutch planter between them, and an Indian with a crown of +feathers upon the other side of her.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" she seemed to herself to cry, "what are you doing? How do +you all come here?"</p> + +<p>"We are from all the nations who are friends, brethren," said +the voices; "we all bring our stores: the sugar, rice, cotton of +the West; the silk and coffee and spices of the East; the tea of +China; the furs of the North: it is all exchanged from one to the +other, and should teach us to be all brethren, since we cannot +thrive one without the other."</p> + +<p>"It all comes to our country, because we are clever to work it +up, and send it out to be used in its own homes," said the +Highlander; "it is English and Scotch machines that weave your +cottons, ay, and make your tools."</p> + +<p>"No; it is America that beats you all," cried Leonidas; "what +had you to do but to sit down and starve, when we sent you no +cotton?"</p> + +<p>"If you send cotton, 'tis we that weave it," cried the Scot.</p> + +<p>Lucy was almost afraid they would come to blows over which was +the greatest and most skilful country. "It cannot be buying and +selling that make nations love one another, and be peaceful," she +thought. "Is it being learned and wise?"</p> + +<p>"But the Prussian boys are studious and wise, and the French are +clever and skilful, and yet they have had that dreadful war: I +wonder what it is that would make and keep all these countries +friends!"</p> + +<p>And then there came an echo back to little Lucy: "For out of +Zion shall go forth the Law, and the word of the Lord from +Jerusalem. And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke +many people; and they shall beat their swords into ploughshares, +and their spears into pruning-hooks; nations shall not lift up +sword against nation, neither shall they war any more."</p> + +<p>Yes; the more they learn and keep the law of the Lord, the less +there will be of those wars. To heed the true law of the Lord will +do more for peace and oneness than all the cleverness in book- +learning, or all the skilful manufactures in the world.</p> + + +<pre> + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe +by Charlotte M. Yonge + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE *** + +This file should be named ltlwg10.txt or ltlwg10.zip +Corrected EDITIONS of our eBooks get a new NUMBER, ltlwg11.txt +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, ltlwg10a.txt + +Produced by Doug Levy + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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