Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . me in the Highlands of Scotland, where it wassung in Gaelic to little mountain babies many, manyyears ago. The sea comes in close to the Highlands,and sometimes runs its long arms up among them,so that fisher folk are numerous, and the sea is theone big thought in their minds. Father, brother and sister are out in the storm,father toiling with his boat among the waves, brotherbringing in the wandering sheep, and sister drivingthe cows into the sheltered stable. At home mothersi
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . me in the Highlands of Scotland, where it wassung in Gaelic to little mountain babies many, manyyears ago. The sea comes in close to the Highlands,and sometimes runs its long arms up among them,so that fisher folk are numerous, and the sea is theone big thought in their minds. Father, brother and sister are out in the storm,father toiling with his boat among the waves, brotherbringing in the wandering sheep, and sister drivingthe cows into the sheltered stable. At home mothersits by the cradle and sings the baby to sleep withher soft lullaby. SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP! SLEEP, baby, sleep!Thy father watches his sheep;Thy mother is shaking the dreamland down comes a little dream on , baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep;The little stars are the lambs, I the gentle moon is the shepherdess Sleep, baby, sleej^! Sleep, baby, sleep! Our Saviour loves His sheep;He is the Lamb of God on high,Who for our sakes came down to die. Sleep, baby, sleep!. THE PEA BLOSSOM By Hans Christian Andkksen HERE were once five peas in one shell:they were green, the shell was green,and so they believed that the wholeworld must be green also, which was avery natural conclusion. The shellgrew, and the peas grew; they accom-modated themselves to their position,and sat all in a row. The sun shone without andwarmed the shell, and the rain made it clear andtransparent; it was mild and agreeable in broaddaylight, and dark at night, as it generally is; andthe peas as they sat there grew bigger and bigger,and more thoughtful as they mused, for they feltthere must be something for them to do. Are we to sit here forever? asked one; shall wenot become hard by sitting so long ? It seems to methere must be something outside, and I feel sureof it. And as weeks passed by, the peas became yellow,and the shell became yellow. All the world is turnin
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