Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . alley whichthe good fairy had built. When he reached the gatesall looked dark and gloomy, and there, under thelinden tree, stood his forsaken bride, looking sadand mournful. He alighted quickly from his horse,and advancing toward her lie exclaimed, Forgiveme, dearest! I am come back, and we will never,never part again! No sooner had he uttered these words than themost brilliant lights shone from the castle him on the grass glittered innumerableglowworms. On the s
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . alley whichthe good fairy had built. When he reached the gatesall looked dark and gloomy, and there, under thelinden tree, stood his forsaken bride, looking sadand mournful. He alighted quickly from his horse,and advancing toward her lie exclaimed, Forgiveme, dearest! I am come back, and we will never,never part again! No sooner had he uttered these words than themost brilliant lights shone from the castle him on the grass glittered innumerableglowworms. On the steps bloomed lovely flowers,and from the rooms came the song of joyous birds,arrayed in plumage of bright and beautiful colors. He took the maiden by the hand and led her large hall was full of the castle household, whohad assembled, and the priest stood in readiness tomarry them. The prince hastened forward, leadingthe bride who had suffered so much from her step-mother, and had been so true to her lover; and shebecame at last his wife, to the great joy of theinmates of the castle. 256 Where Go the Boats. WHERE GO THE BOATS? By Robert Louis Stevenson DARK brown is the river,Golden is the flows along forever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam,Boats of mine a-boating— Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the down the valley. Away down the hill. Away down the river,A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. I The Snow Maiden 257 THE SNOW MAIDEN Adapted By Grace E. Sellon N a little village in the far northern part ofEurope lived an honest peasant, Ivan, and hisgood wife, Marie. This couple were well content ineach others company, and they lived at peace withtheir neighhors; yet at times they were somewhatunhappy, for, although they loved little children,they had none of their own. They were such simple-hearted folk that theywould sit by the hour watching the neigh
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