. St. Nicholas [serial]. heyshook hands and parted, and the Young Kingcertainly looked very fine as he rode off with allhis Knights. Never did the sun shine on a braverarray of silvery armor and bright pennons. As for Hans, when he again reached home, hemarried Neighbor Pfitzs daughter, and every-thing went well with him from that time on. TheLittle Man in Green had disappeared, and Hansnever saw him again. I suspect the Good Fairyhad something to do with Hanss finding him thattime in the hollow tree—but of that I do notknow for sure and certain. What of the Young King? And did he everfind the
. St. Nicholas [serial]. heyshook hands and parted, and the Young Kingcertainly looked very fine as he rode off with allhis Knights. Never did the sun shine on a braverarray of silvery armor and bright pennons. As for Hans, when he again reached home, hemarried Neighbor Pfitzs daughter, and every-thing went well with him from that time on. TheLittle Man in Green had disappeared, and Hansnever saw him again. I suspect the Good Fairyhad something to do with Hanss finding him thattime in the hollow tree—but of that I do notknow for sure and certain. What of the Young King? And did he everfind the beautiful Damsel ? Why, yes. But that is another story. Uncle P^ri<;d is a professor, and he knows so very much, That, when he meets with foreign men who have to talk in Dutch, Italian, Hebrew, Russian, French, Armenian, or Greek, He understands and answers them, whatever words they speak. Their shoulders shrug, their hands move fast, their eyes begin to glow, They like my Uncle Fred because he understands them 342 THE LINGUISTS 343 II Uncle Francis is a farmer, and he is extremelywise, He talks with all his animals of every kind andsize, With hens and pigs, with cows and geese, with horses, dogs, and knows their calls, and they know his, as well as we know follow him with feet, or eyes, as he goes to and fro. They love my Uncle Francis for he understandsthem so. Ill Sometimes he harnesses the horse, and takes me for a ride ; —He talks with all the beasts we meet along the country dogs bark back, the chipmunks scold, the horses neigh with glee,The slow cows moo, the blue-jays laugh, and throw nuts from their knows the far-off hidden voice of every bird that flies, And tells me what the old crows mean by all theirvaried cries.
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