UNIVERSITY OF N.C. AT CHAPEL HILL 00022230186 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE BY CHARLOTTE M. YONGE AUTHOR OF " THE- HEIR OF REDCLYFFE," " LANCES OF LYNWOOD," "A BOOK OF GOLDEN DEEDS," ETC. ILLUSTRATED BOSTON : LOTKROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. Copyright, 1878, BY D. Lothrop & Co. LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. CHAPTER I. MOTHER BUNCH. 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. 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 9 10 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 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 ! Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and her brothers and sisters called her, was house- keeper 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 had 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, MOTHER BUNCH. II 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 not America. Lucy knew that her elder 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 ; and had come home and bought a house about a mile out of the town, and built up a high room to look at the stars from with the telescope, and another 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 wonder- ful 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 Germans. But he had left Mother Bunch behind him. Nobody knew exactly what was Mrs. Bunker's 12 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. nation, indeed she could hardly be said to have had any, for she had been born at sea, and had been a sailor's wife ; but whether she was mostly English, Dutch, or Danish, 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. 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 game at play in the garden, a tea-drinking with her — such quantities of sugar ! such curious cakes made in the fashion of different countries ! such funny preserves from all parts of the world, and more delightful to people who considered that looking and hearing was better sport than eating, and that the tongue is not only meant to taste with, such cupboards and drawers full of wonderful things, such stories about them ! The lesser ones liked Mrs. Bunker's room better than Uncle Joseph's museum, where there were MOTHER BUNCH. 1 3 some big stuffed beasts with glaring eyes that frightened them, and they had to walk around with their hands behind that they might not touch anything, or else their uncle's voice was sure to call out gruffly, " Paws off ! " Mrs. Bunker was not a bit like the smart housekeepers 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 China crape shawl with a blue dragon upon 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; but in the week and about the house she wore a green stuff, 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 gray, she bundled up and tied around 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 14 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. the whole family, and even her master, took it up. 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, to think about being set on the chimneypiece, to cry, and say she wanted Mamma. Then 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. MOTHER BUNCH. 1 5 Lucy was a good 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 washing doll, she made up her mind bravely, and she was a good deal cheered when Clare, the biggest of all the dolls, was sent in to 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. 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 bedclothes, 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 fly, and there poor little 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 1 6 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. crying all the time, and perhaps Mamma was, too. 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, and administer supper to the dolls, and put them to sleep. The next evening she was sitting up by the fire, and on the fourth day she was running about the house as if nothing had ever been the matter with her, but still 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 Mrs. 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 MOTHER BUNCH. I J from home were quite enough for her. What she liked best — that is, when Mrs. Bunker could not attend her — was to wander through 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 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." One would think Clare's curved fingers all in one piece, and Lonicera's blue leather hands had been very movable and mischievous, judg- ing by the number of times this warning came over; 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 1 8 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. around 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 a real sense of honor, which never betrays a trust, so she never laid a ringer on anything but what Uncle Joe had once given all free leave to move. This was a very big pair of globes — bigger than globes commonly are now, and with more frames around them — one great flat one with odd names painted on it, and another brass one, nearly upright, going half-way around 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 charm- ing in making them go whisk, whisk, whisk ; now faster, now slower, now spinning so quickly that nothing on them could be seen, now turn- ing slowly and grandly over, and showing all that was on them. MOTHER BUNCH. 1 9 The mere twirling was quite enough for Lucy first, but soon she liked to look at what was on them. One she thought much more entertain- ing than the other. It was covered with won- derful creatures: one bear was fastened by his long tail to the pole, another bigger one was trotting around ; a snake was coiling about any- where ; 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 way at sea; but if Lucy asked how, they always said she was not big enough to understand, and it had not 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 20 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. of names. Lucy had had to learn some of these names for her geography, and she did not want to think of lessons now, so she rather kept out of the way of looking at it at first, till she had really grown tired of all the odd men and women and creatures upon the celes- tial sphere ; but by and by she began to roll the other by way of variety. CHAPTER II. VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS. " 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 ? " " 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, Asia, Africa, and America." " Why, bless the child ! where else should they be? There be all the oceans and seas besides that I've crossed over, many's the time, with poor Ben Bunker, who was last seen off Cape Hatteras." " 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 a midge do it in a husk of hemp- 22 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. seed ! How could you, Mother Bunch ? You are not small enough." " Ho ! ho ! " said the housekeeper, laughing ; " does the child think I sailed on that very globe there ? " " I know one learns names," said Lucy, " but is it real ? " " 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 you 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 market cross, and at last helping her to find her own papa's house. 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 lime-trees before the Vicarage, she understood that the map was a small picture of the situation " Do please sit down, there's a good Mother Bunch, and tell me ail about them" VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS. 2$ of the buildings in the town, and thought she could . find her way to some new place, suppose she studied it well. 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, gener- ally a steep rock with a lighthouse on it. " And all these places are countries, Bunchey, are they, with fields and houses like ours ? " " Houses, ay, and fields, but not always so very like ours, Miss Lucy." " And are there little children, boys and girls, in them all ? " " To be sure there are, else how would the world go on ? Why, I've seen 'em by swarms, white, or brown, or black, running down to the & 26 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. shore, as sure as the vessel cast anchor; and whatever color they were, you might be sure of two things, Miss Lucy, that they were all alike in." " Oh, what, Mrs. Bunker ? " " Why, in plenty of noise for one, and the other for 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 nicer. Some of them looked for all the world like the little bronze images Master has got in the museum, brought from Italy, and hadn't a rag more clothing, neither. They were in India; dear, dear, to see them tumble about in the surf!" " Oh, what fun ! what fun ! I wish I could see them. Suppose I could." " You would be right glad, Missie, I can tell you, if you had been three or four months aboard 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 shaddocks, and Lucy had a great sneezing fit, and when she looked again into the smoke what did she see but two little black figures. (Visitors from the South Seas.) VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS. 29 cocoanuts. Doesn't one's mouth fairly water for them ? " " Do please sit down, there's a good Mother Bunch, and tell me all about them. Come, suppose you do." " Suppose I did, Miss Lucy, and where would your poor uncle's preserved ginger be, that no one knows from real West Indian ? " " Oh, let me come into your room, and you can tell me all the time you are doing the ginger." " It is very hot there, Missie." " That will be more like some of the places. I'll suppose I'm there ! Look, Mrs. Bunker, here's a whole green sea, all over the tiniest little dots. There can't be people in them." " 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 loveli- est isles, except, maybe, the West Indies, that ever I saw." " Tell me about them, please," entreated Lucy. " Here's one ; its name is — is Ysabel — such a little one." 30 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. " I can't tell you much of those South Sea Isles, Missie, being that I only made one voy- age among them, when Bunker chartered the Penguin for the sandalwood trade ; and we did not touch at many, being that the natives were fierce and savage, and made nothing of coming down with arrows and spears at a boat's crew. So we only went to such islands as the mis- sionaries had been at, and got the people to be more civil and conformable." " Tell me all about it," said Lucy, follow- ing the old woman hither and thither as she bustled about, talking all the time, and stirring her pan of ginger over the hot plate. 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 gar- ment around their waists, and some fine red and green feathers sticking out of their woolly heads "Vm so gted to see you! Hush, Don, don't bark so." (Visitors from the South Seal.) VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS. 33 " Mrs. Bunker, Mrs. Bunker," she cried, " what's this ? Who are these ugly figures ? " " 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 Ysabel to see her ? " " Oh, indeed, little Ysabel 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." " Pig, pig, I never heard a pig squeak like that," said the black stranger. " Pig ! It is a little dog. Have you no dogs in your country ? " " Pigs go on four legs. That must be pig." " What, you have nothing that goes on four legs but a pig ! What do you eat, then, besides pigs?" "Yams, cocoanut, fish — oh, so good, and put pig into hole among hot stones, make a fire over, bake so nice ! " "You shall have some of my tea, and see if 34 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. that is as nice," said Lucy. " What a funny dress you have ; what is it made of ? " "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. " Is that all your clothes ? " she asked. " Yes, till I am a warrior," said the boy, " then they will tattoo my forehead, and arms, and breast, and legs." " Tattoo ; what's that ? " " 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." " But doesn't it hurt dreadfully ? " asked Lucy. " 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." " White ! " " With lime made by burning coral, and he jumps and dances and shouts : I shall go to the war one of these days." "I can eat much better without," said Lavo. editors from the South Seas.) VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS. 37 " Oh, no, don't ! " said Lucy, " it is horrid." The boy laughed, but the little girl whispered, " Good white men say so. Some day Lavo will go and learn, and leave off fighting." Lavo shook his head. " No, not yet ; I will be brave chief and warrior first, — bring home many heads of enemies." "I — I think it nice to be quiet," said Lucy ; " and — and — won't you have some dinner ? " " Have you baked a pig ? " asked Lavo. " I think this is mutton," said Lucy, when the dish came up, — " it is sheep's flesh." 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. " Look here ! " and she showed the knives and forks. " Oh ! " cried Lavo, " what good spikes to catch fish with ! and knife — knife — I'll kill foes ! much better than shell knife." " And I'll dig yams," said the sister. 38 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. " Oh, no ! " entreated Lucy, " we have spades to dig with, soldiers have swords to fight with : these are to eat with." " 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. " A tree, a tree," cried the Ysabelites, "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. Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting astride on tb/" top of it. (Visitors from the Ssnth Sum.) VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS. 4 1 u Tree houses," they cried ; " there we are safe from our enemies." 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. CHAPTER III. ITALY. " Suppose and suppose 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, kick- ing at three-cornered Sicily. "Yes, Missie, that I have; come out of this cold room and I'll tell you." Lucy was soon curled in her chair; but no, she wasn't ! she was under such a blue, blue sky as she had never dreamt of ; clear, sharp purple hills rose up against it. There was a clear rippling little fountain, bursting out of a rock, carved with old, old carvings, broken now and de- faced, but shadowed over by lovely maidenhair fern and trailing bindweed ; and in a niche above a little roof, sheltering a figure of the Blessed Virgin. Some way off stood a long 42 ITALY. 43 low house propped up against the rich yellow stone walls and pillars of another old, old build- ing, and with a great chestnut-tree shadowing over it. It had a balcony, and a gable end was open, and full of big yellow pumpkins and clusters of grapes hung up to dry, and some goats were feeding around. Then came a merry, merry voice singing something about la vendemmia ; and though Lucy had never learnt Italian, her wonderful dream - knowledge made her sure that this meant the vintage, the grape-gathering; and presently there came along a little girl, danc- ing and beating a tambourine, with a basket fastened to her back filled to overflowing with big, beautiful bunches of grapes; and a whole party of other children, all loaded with as many grapes as they could carry, came leaping and singing after her, their black hair loose, or sometimes twisted with vine leaves, their big black eyes dancing with merriment, and their bare brown legs with glee. " Ah, Cecco, Cecco," cried the little girl, pausing as she beat her tambourine, "here's 44 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. a stranger who has no grapes f give them here ! " " But," said Lucy, " aren't they your mamma's grapes ; may you give them away ? " " Ah, ah ! 'tis the vendemmia ! all may eat grapes; as much as they will. See, there's the vineyard." Lucy saw on the slope of the hill above the cottage, long poles, such as hops grow upon, and vines trained about hither and thither in long festoons, with leaves growing purple with autumn, and clusters hanging down. Men in shady battered hats, bright sashes and braces, and white shirt sleeves, and women with hand- kerchiefs 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 the baskets. " To the wine-press ! To the press ! " shouted the children, who were politeness itself, and wanted to show her everything. The wine-press was a great marble trough, GREENLAND. 49 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, be- fore 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 all of thick, thick fur, and a spear in his hand, with which he every now and then made a dash at a fish, — great codfish, such as Mamma had, with oysters, when there was a dinner-party. Into them went his spear, up came the poor fish, and 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. " Is that the way you get fish ? " she asked. " Yes, and seals ; Father gets them," he said. " Oh, what's that, swimming out there ? " " That's a white bear," he said coolly ; " we had better get home." Lucy thought so indeed ; only where was home? that puzzled her. However, she trotted 50 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. along by the side of her companion, and pres- ently came to what might have been an enor- mous snowball, 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 per- ceived 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 win- dow 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 around 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 woman had much the biggest boots, and used them instead of pockets, and they " Is that the way you get fish ? " she asked. (Onoaland.) GREENLAND. 53 had their babies in bags of skin upon their backs. They seemed to be kind people, for they made room by their lamp for the little girl, and asked her where she had been wrecked, and 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 train oil from the whales ! She could not help shaking her head, so much that she woke herself up ! CHAPTER V. TIROL. " Suppose and 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 Tirol without one bit of sea near it. It's just one of the strings to the great knot of moun- tains that tie Europe up in the middle. Oh, what is a mountain like ? " 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 huge, tall hills, their smooth slopes green and grassy, but in the steep places all steep, stern cliff and precipice, and as they were seen 54 TIROL. 5 5 farther away they were of a beautiful purple, like a thunder-cloud. Close to Lucy grew blue gen- tians like those in Mamma's garden, and Alpine roses, and black orchises, 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 came 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 little 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." " Help me. I'm afraid," said Lucy. " That is nothing," said the mountain maiden, springing up to her like a kid, in spite of her 56 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. great heavy shoes ; " you should see the places Father and Seppel climb when they hunt the chamois." " 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 rosy cheeks and kindly blue eyes, that Lucy felt quite at home. " I am little Katherl. This is the first time I have come up with Rose to the chalet, for I am big enough to milk the cows now. Ah, do you see Use, 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 they cannot come off; she leads them home, at a sound of the horn ; and when we go back to the village, she will lead the herd with a nosegay on the point of each horn, and a wreath around her neck. The men will come up and fetch us, Seppel and all, and may be Seppel will bring the medal for shooting with the rifle." i Ah ! Cecco, Cecco," cried the little girl, pausing as she beat her tambourine. (Italy ) ITALY. 47 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. " 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 and tread the grapes." " But you must take off your shoes and stock- ings," said his sister, Nunziata ; " we never wear them but on Sundays and holidays." 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. CHAPTER IV. GREENLAND. " Suppose and 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 the 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 m the shore. And on one of them stood what 4 8 1 Help me- I'm afraid," said Lucy. (Tyrol.) TIROL. 59 " But what do you do up here ? " " 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 that stone." Lucy was glad to hear this promise, for the fresh mountain air had made her hungry. Katherl skipped away toward 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. " And now the gracious little lady will rest a little while," said Katherl, " whilst I go and help Rosel to strain the milk." 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 Tirolese. But we know by this time where she always found herself when she awoke. CHAPTER VI. AFRICA. Oh, oh ! here is the little dried crocodile come alive, and opening a horrible great mouth lined with terrible teeth at her. 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 whatever will Mamma and sister do ? Hark | "there's a cry, a great shout, and out jumps a«fittle black figure, with a stout club in his haridi; smash it goes down on the head of 60 AFRICA. 65 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 from the ceiling. CHAPTER VII. LAPLANDERS. " 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 ? " " 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." 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 on the west, with red rocky hills and precipices with pine-trees growing on them, 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 66 LAPLANDERS. 6? around 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 there was no night at all ! 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 mantel-shelf, 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 heavily tumbling down with the arrow right across its neck. " There," said the boy, " I'll take that, and sell it to the Norse bonder's wife up in the house above there." " Who are you, then ? " said Lucy. 68 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. " I'm a Lapp. We live on the hills, where the Norseman has not driven us away, and the rein- deer find their grass in summer and their moss in winter." " Oh, have you got reindeer ? I should so like to see them and to drive in a sledge ! " 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." Then he led the way, past the deliciously smelling, whispering pine-woods that sheltered the Norwegian homestead, starting a little aside when a great, tall, fair-faced, fair-haired Norse farmer came striding along, singing some old, old song, as he carried a heavy log on his shoulder, past a seater or mountain meadow where the girls were pasturing their cows, much like Lucy's friends in the Tirol, 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. Peder gave a curious long cry, put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out a lump of salt ; Ami here b*Ride her was a little fellow with a bow and arrow* «*"h as eh had never seen before. (Lapland.) LAPLANDERS. 7 1 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, arid brought back a little cupful for his visitor ; it was all that one deer gave, but it was so rich as to be almost like drinking cream. He led her into one of the tents, but it was very smoky, and not much cleaner than the Esqui- maux. It is a wonder how Lucy could go to sleep there, but she did, heartily wishing herself somewhere else. CHAPTER VIII. CHINA. Was it the scent of the perfume tea, a pres- ent from an old sailor friend, which Mrs. Bunker was putting away, or was it the sight of the red jar ornamented with little 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 around ; stands made of red lacquer work, and seats of cane and bam- boo ; 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 um- brella, only all in ridge and furrow, and with 72 CHINA. 73 a little bell at every spoke. Beyond were beauti- fully and fantastically shaped hills, and a lake below with pleasure boats on it. It was all wonderfully like being upon a 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 back hair combed up very tight from her face, and twisted up 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 drooping an immense way from her hands. There was no gathering in at the waist, and it reached to her knees, where a still more splen- did 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 around it, where stood some dainty, delicate teacups and saucers. Into one of these she put a little ball, about as big as an oak apple, of tea-leaves; a maid 74 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 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. " Is it not good ? " said the little hostess. " It must be ! You are the real tea people," said Lucy, "but I was waiting for sugar and milk." " 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 ! " " They are not bigger than your maid's," said Lucy, rather disgusted. " Why are yours so small ? " " 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 the poor creatures who have to run about for their hus- bands, feed silkworms, and tend ducks ! " " But shouldn't you like to walk without almost tumbling down ? " said Lucy. " 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 Is it not good? " said the little hostess. (China.) CHINA. 77 not see that I never do anything ? Look at my lovely nails." " I think they are claws," said Lucy ; " do you never break them ? " " No ; when they are a little longer, I shall wear silver shields for them, as my mother does." " And do you really never work ? " " I should think not," said the young lady, scornfully fanning herself; " I leave that to the common folk, who are obliged. 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 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 a 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 7 8 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. make your head ache ? Ah, that is because you 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 ba A as her big feet!" CHAPTER IX. KAMSCHATKA. Lucy had been disappointed of 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 eyes 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 around her throat, so that it seemed to be standing up in a 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 79 80 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. striking with it — at what? They were an enor- mous way off from him, but they really were very big dogs, rushing along like the wind, and bear- ing 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 under- stand, and turned when he wanted them. L^cy wondered how he or they knew the way, it all seemed such a waste of snow ; and after feeling at first as if the rapidity of their course made her unable to speak, she ventured on gasping out, " Well, I've been in an express train, but this beats it! Where are you going?" " To Petropawlowsky, to change these skins for whiskey, and coffee, and rice," answered the boy. " What skins are they ? " asked Lucy. "Bears' — big brown bears that Father killed Whisking- over the snow with all her might and main, muffled up in cloaks and furs. KAMSCHA TKA. 8 3 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 ! " 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 snow- drift, while he flew on with his load. Here were his father's dogs overtaking her, picking her — some one picking her up. No, it was Don! and here was Mrs. Bunker exclaiming, " Well, I never thought to find Miss Lucy in no better a place than on Master's old bearskin ! " CHAPTER X. THE TURK. "What a beautiful long necklace, Mrs. Bunker! May I have it for Lonicera ? " " 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. " " It has a very nice smell," said Lucy, examin- ing the dark brown beads, which hung rather 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 THE TURK. 85 carpet and cushions, in bright colors and gor- geous patterns, curling about with no particular meaning; and with a window of rich brass lattice-work. And by her side there was an odd bubbling, that put her in mind of blowing the soap-suds into a honeycomb when preparing them for bubble blowing ; but when she looked around she saw something very unlike the long pipes her brothers called "churchwardens," or the basin of soap-suds. There was a beautifully shaped glass bottle, and into it went a long, long twist- ing tube, like a snake, coiled on the floor, and the other end of the serpent, instead of a head, had an amber mouthpiece which went between a pair of lips. Lucy knew it for a hubble-bubble or narghile, and saw that the lips were in a brown face, with big black eyes, around which dark bluish circles were drawn. The jet black hair was carefully braided with jewels, and over it was thrown a great rose-colored gauze veil ; there was a loose purple satin sort of pelisse over a white silk embroidered vest, tied in with a sash, striped with all manner of colors, also immense, $6 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDkRFUL GLOBE. wide, white muslin trousers, out of which peeped a pair of brown bare feet, which, however, had a splendid pair of slippers curled up at the toes. The owner seemed to Le 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." 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 fili- gree 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 bear to drink it without. " Where are your jewels ? " then asked the little hostess. " I'm not old enough to have any." " How old are you ? " " Nine." " Nine I I'm only ten, and I shall be married next week." " Married ! Oh, no, you are joking ! " « Married '. Oh, no, you ar« joktag." (Tfcc Tmfe.) THE TURK. 89 " Yes, I shall. Selim Bey has paid my father the dowry for me, and I shall be taken to his house next week." " And I suppose you like him very much." " 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.' " " Have you not talked to him ? " " What should I do that for ? " " Aunt Bessie used to like to talk to nobody but Uncle Frank before they were married." " I shall talk enough when I am married. 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 gover- ness. What is a governess ? Is it anything like the little gold case you have around your neck ? " " My locket with Mamma's hair ! Oh, no, no," 90 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. said Lucy, laughing ; " a governess is a lady to teach you." " I don't want to learn any more," said Amina, much disgusted ; " I shall tell him I can make a pilau, and dry sweetmeats, and roll rose leaves. What should I learn for ? " " Should you not like to read and write ? " " Teaching is only meant for men. They have got to read the Koran, but it is all ugly letters ; I won't learn to read." " You don't know how nice it is to read stories, and all about different countries. Ah, I wish I was in the schoolroom, and I would show you how pleasant it is." 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 THE TURK. 91 " Chairs and stools," said Lucy, laughing, and showing them. " These little tables with four legs J How can you sit on them ? " Lucy sat down and showed her. " That is not sitting," she said, and tried to curl herself up cross-legged ; " I can't dangle down my legs." " Our governess always makes us write out a tense of a French verb if she sees us sitting with our legs crossed," said Lucy, laughing with much amusement at Amina's attempts to wrig- gle herself up on the stool, whence she nearly fell. " 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?" " In bed, to be sure," said Lucy. " I see no cushions to lie on." " No ; we have bedrooms, and beds there. We should not think of taking off our clothes here." 92 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. v What should you undress for ? " " To sleep, of course." " How horrible ! We sleep in our clothes wherever we like to lie down. We never undress but for the bath. Do you go to the bath ? " " I have a bath every morning, when I get up, in my own room." " Bathe at home ! Then you never see your friends ? We meet at the bath, and talk and play and laugh." " Meet bathing ! No, indeed ! We meet at home, and out-of-doors," said Lucy; "my friend Annie and I walk together." " Walk together ! What, in the street ? Shock- ing ! You cannot be a lady." " 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." " I will not be a Frank! No, no! I will not learn," said the alarmed Amina at hearing this catalogue poured forth. "I will show you where you live. This is Constantinople." (The Turk.) THE TURK. 95 " Geography is very nice," said Lucy ; " here are our maps. I will show you where you live. This is Constantinople." " I live at Stamboul," said Amina, scornfully. "There is Stamboul in little letters below, — look." " 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 lat- tice. White houses and mosques in the sun, and the blue Golden Horn, with the little caiques gliding." 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 brought Lucy awake at Uncle Joe's again. CHAPTER XI. SWITZERLAND. " I liked the little 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 all the mountains where he has used it." She read Mont Blanc, Mont Cenis, the Wen- gern, 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 gone back to her dear Tirol; but the hills were not the same. She 9 6 SWITZERLAND. 97 saw upon the slope quantities of cows, goats, and sheep, feeding just as on the Tirolese Alps; but beyond was a dark row of pines, and up above, in the sky as it were, rose all around great sharp points, — like clouds for their whiteness, but not in their straight, jagged outlines; and here and there the deep gray clefts between them seemed to spread into white rivers, or over the ruddy purple of the half-distance came sharp white lines darting downwards. As she sat up in the grass and looked about her, a bark startled her. A dog began to growl, bark, and dance around 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. Fi, done ! He is good, mademoiselle, never fear! He helps me keep the cows." " Who are you, then ? " " I am Maurice, the little herdboy. I live with my grandmother and work for her." " What, in keeping cows ? " " Yes ; and look here ! " " Oh, the delicious little cottage ! It has eaves 98 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 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 ? " " Yes, truly, I did ; I cut it out with my knife, all myself." " How clever you must be. And what shall you do with it ? " " I shall watch for a carriage with ladies wind- ing up that long road; and then I shall stand and take off my hat, and hold out my cottage. Per- haps 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." "A guide?" " Yes, to lead travellers up 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." : I out it out with my knife, all myself." (Switzerland.) S WITZERLAND. I O I " Ah, then, how can you love them ? " said Lucy. " 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. And it is only the brave who dare to climb them ! " And Maurice's eyes sparkled, and Lucy looked at the clear, stern glory of the mountain points, and felt as if she understood him. CHAPTER XII. THE COSSACK. Caper, caper; dance, dance. What a wonder- ful 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 per- formed in the 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 panzer. 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, ' 7T hile ha jerked out his arms and legs as if they were palled by string*. (The Conuk.) THE COSSACK. IO5 that lie between the rivers Volga and Don, and may be either in Europe or Asia, according as you look at an old map or new. " Do you live there ? " she asked, by way of beginning the conversation. "Yes; my father is the hetman of the Stan- titza, and these are my holidays. I go to school at Tcherkask most part of the year." " Tcherkask ! Oh, what a funny name ! " " 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." " Oh, that must be delicious !" " I don't like it a 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. " Good fellow ! But your horses are thin ; they look little." " Little ! " cried the young Cossack. " Why, do you know what our little horses can do? There are not many armies in Europe that they 106 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. have not ridden down, at one time or another. Why, the church at Tcherkask is hung all around 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 German, ana cue 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." " I beg your pardon," said Lucy ; " I did not know what your horses could do." " Oh, you did not ! That is some excuse for you. I'll show you." And in one moment he was on the back of his little horse, leaning down on its neck, and gallop- ing 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 around and THE COSSACK. 107 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 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. CHAPTER XIII. SPAIN. " Suppose and suppose 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 like it to be where there is a little lady girl. I hope they are not all as lazy and conceited as the Chinese and the Turk." 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 ! with orange-trees with shining leaves and green and golden fruit and white flowers, and jessa- mines, and great lilies standing around about a marble court, in the midst of which was a basin 1 08 SPAIN. IO9 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. 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 ; and 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 dain- tiest, prettiest-shaped little feet imaginable, in white satin shoes, which could be plainly seen as she knelt on the window-seat. " What are you looking at ? " asked Lucy, coming to her side. " I am 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." " Are you dressed for church ? " asked Lucy. "You have no hat on." " Where does your grace come from not to IIO LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. know that a mantilla is what is fit for church? Mamma is being dressed in her black silk and in her black mantilla." " And your shoes ? " " I could not wear great, coarse, hard shoes," said the little Dona Inez; "it would spoil my feet. Ah, I shall have time to show the Seno- rita what I can do. Can your grace dance ? " " I danced with Uncle Joe at our last Christmas patty," said Lucy, with great dignity. " 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. Then she began to dance around 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 Inez. She made sharp corners and angles, where the Spaniard '8««, now," crte*' the Spaniard, "stand there. Ah! hare you no castanets?" (Spain.) SPAIN. 113 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. CHAPTER XIV. GERMANY. There was a great murmur and buzz of learn- ing lessons ; rows upon rows of little boys were sitting before desks, studying; very few heads looked up as Lucy found herself walking around the room, — a large clean room, with maps hang- ing on the walls, but hot and weary feeling, because there were no windows open, and so little fresh air. " What are you about, little boy ? " she asked. " I am learning my verb," he said ; " moneo, tnones, monetr Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to another desk. " And what are you doing ? " " I am writing my analysis." Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so she went a little further. " What are you doing 114 " What are you about, little boy?" (Germany.; GERMANY. I 1 7 here ? " she said, timidly, for these were some- what bigger boys. " We are drawing up an essay on the individ- uality of self." 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 ? " she said. " Oh, yes ; we are learning the chief cities of the Fatherland." 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. " When do you play? " she asked. " 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, look- ing up well satisfied. " Work ! work ! Are you always at work ? " exclaimed Lucy ; " I only learn from nine to half-past twelve, and half an hour to get my lessons in the afternoon." " You are a maiden," said the little boy with civil superiority ; " your brothers learn more hours." Il8 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. " More ; yes, but not so many as you do. They pray from twelve till half-past two, and have lwo half holidays in the week." ■ ' 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." Lucy gave a little gasp ; it was all so very wise. " May I see your sisters ? " The little sisters, Gretchens and Katchens, were learning away almost as hard as the Her- manns 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 mammas 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 do so many lessons. CHAPTER XV. PARIS IN THE SIEGE. "And Uncle Joe is in France, where the fathers and brothers of those little Prussian boys have been fighting. Suppose and suppose I could see it." 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. " Ah, mademoiselle, good morning," she said ; " are you come here to take shelter from the shell? The battery is firing now; I do not 119 120 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. think Mamma will come home till it slackens a little. She is gone to the distribution of meat, to get a piece of horse for 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." " Do you live down here ? " asked Lucy, look- ing around at the dreary place with wonder. " Not always. We used to have a pretty little house up over, but the cruel shells came crashing in, and flew all to 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." " But why do you stay here ? " " Mamma and Emile say it is all the same. We are as safe in our cellar as we could be any- where, and we should have to pay elsewhere." "Then you cannot get out of Paris ? " " 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 Ah ! Mademoiselle, good morning ; are you come here to take shelter from the shells?" ~» (Paris in the S'.ige.) PARIS IN THE SIEGE. 1 23 one must be a soldier now. My dear Adolphe, hold yourself straight " (and there the doll cer- tainly showed himself perfectly drilled and disci- plined). " 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. Lucy was surprised. " So you can play even in this dreadful place ? " she said. " Oh, yes ! What's the use of crying and wearying oneself? I do not mind as long as they leave me my kitten, my dear little Min- nette." " Oh, what a pretty long-haired kitten, but how small and thin ! " " Yes, truly, the poor, dear Minnette ! The cruel people ate her mother, and there is no milk — no milk — and my poor Minnette 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." " Ate up her mother ! " " Yes. She was a superb Cyprus cat, all gray ; but, alas ! one day she took a walk in the street, 124 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. and they caught her, and then indeed it was all over with her. I only hope Minnette will not get out, but she is so lean that they would find little but bones and fur." " 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 suppose and suppose very hard, and, perhaps, you will come there with me. Paris is not so very far off." CHAPTER XVI. THE AMERICAN GUEST. No ; supposing very hard did not bring poor little French Coralie home with Lucy ; but some- thing almost as wonderful happened. Just at the time in the afternoon, blind man's holiday, when Lucy had been used to ride off on her dream to visit some wonderful place, there came a knock at the front door ; a quite real, substan- tial English knock and ring, that did not sound at all like any of the strange noises of the strange worlds that she had lately been hearing, but the real tinkle of Uncle Joe's own bell. " 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 right in." Lucy stood still ; very anxious, and wondering 125 126 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. whether she should see anything alive, or one of her visitors from various countries. " 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 his ease ; " is this where you live ? " " Good morning," returned Lucy, though it was not morning at all ; " where do you come from?" "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." " Oh, then you are not real, after all ? " " Real, — I should hope I was a genuine article." " 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 like an English boy." "What can that be, coming at this time of day!"' THE AMERICAN GUEST. 1 29 " Of course I do ! My great-grandfather came from England," said Leonidas; "we all speak English as well, or better, than you do in the old country." " I can't understand it ! " said Lucy ; " do you come like other people, by the train, not like the children in my dreams ? " 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 mer- chant, and was away from home, so that no one ever knew whether the letters had reached him. 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 came in. At last, when Lucy's uncle and some other good gentlemen with the red cross on their I30 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. sleeves obtained leave to go and take some relief to the poor sick people in the hospitals, the people Leonidas was with told them that he was a little American left behind. 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 town. He had been driven in an omnibus, he told Lucy, with some more Ameri- cans 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 afterward to a Prussian, they were stopped till he called his corporal, who looked at their papers and let them go on. Mr. Seaman had taken charge of Leonidas, and given him the best din- ner he had eaten for a long time, but as he was going to Blois 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. Fear of Lucy's rash was pretty well over now, and she was to go home in a day or two ; so the ' Good morning. Where do you come from ? " (The American Guest.) THE AMERICAN GUEST. 1 33 children were allowed to be together, and they 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 wonder dreams together, only — what should it be ? CHAPTER XVII. THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS. 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 around the sugar-boiling, till her head began quite to swim and her ears to buzz ; and all the children she had seen and she had not seen seemed to come around her, and join hands and dance. Oh, such a din ! A little Highlander in his tartans stood on a whiskey barrel in the middle, making his bagpipes squeal away ; a Chinese with a bald head and long pig- tail beat a gong, and capered with solemn face ; a Norwegian herdboy blew a monstrous bark cow-horn ; an Indian juggler twisted snakes around 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 134 Oh, such a din! THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS. 1 37 an Indian with a crown of feathers upon the other side of her. " Oh! " she seemed to herself to cry, " what are you doing ? how do you all come here ? " " We are from all the nations who are friends and brethren," said the voices ; " we all bring our stores: the sugar, rice, and cotton of the West; the silk and coffee and spices of the East; the tea of China ; the furs of the North ; it all is ex- changed from one to the other, and should teach us to be all brethren, since we cannot thrive one without the other." " 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." "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 ? " " If you send cotton, 'tis we that weave it," cried the Scot. Lucy was almost afraid they would come to blows over which was the greatest and most skil- 138 LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE. ful country. " It cannot be buying and selling that makes nations love one another, and be peaceful," she thought. " Is it being learned and wise ? " But the Prussian boys were studious and wise, and the French are clever and skilful, and yet they have that dreadful war. I wonder what it is that would make and keep all these countries friends!" 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 of 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; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they war any more." Yes ; the more they learn and keep the law of the Lord, the less there will be of those wars. 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