Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . e Soldiers ears: Farewell, farewell, thou warrior brave,For this day thou must die! And now the paper parted, and the Tin Soldierfell out; but at that moment he was snapped up bya great fish. Oh, how dark it was in that fishs body! It waseven darker than in the drain tunnel; and then itwas very narrow, too. But the Tin Soldierremained unmoved, and lay at full length shoul-dering his musket. The fish swam to and fro; he made the mostwonderful movements, and then became quite sti
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . e Soldiers ears: Farewell, farewell, thou warrior brave,For this day thou must die! And now the paper parted, and the Tin Soldierfell out; but at that moment he was snapped up bya great fish. Oh, how dark it was in that fishs body! It waseven darker than in the drain tunnel; and then itwas very narrow, too. But the Tin Soldierremained unmoved, and lay at full length shoul-dering his musket. The fish swam to and fro; he made the mostwonderful movements, and then became quite last something flashed through him like light-ning. The davlight shone quite clear, and a voicesaid aloud, The Tin Soldier! The fish had beencaught, carried to market, bought, and taken intothe kitchen, where the cook cut him open with alarge knife. He seized the Soldier and carried himinto the room, where all were anxious to see theremarkable man who had traveled about in theinside of a fish; but the Tin Soldier was not at allproud. They placed him on the table, and there— The IIaim)^ Tin Soi-dikr 153 J. A VOICE SAID, THE TIN SOLDIER ! no! What curious things may happen in the world!The Tin Soldier was in the very room in which hehad been before! He saw the same children, and thesame toys stood on the table; and there was thepretty castle with the graceful little Dancer. Shewas still balancing herself on one leg, and held theother extended in the air. She was hardy, too. Thatmoved the Tin Soldier; he was very nearly weepingtin tears, but that would not have been proper. Helooked at her, but they said nothing to each other. Then one of the little boys took the Tin Soldierand flung him into the stove. He gave no reasonfor doing this. It must have been the fault of theGoblin in the snuffbox. The Tin Soldier stood there quite illuminated,and felt a heat that was terrible; but whether thisheat proceeded from the real fire or from love he 154 The Bat and the Two Weasels did
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