NEW EDITION, 1910
1 The Man Without a Country By Rev. E. E. Hale
2 The Bicycle Highwaymen By Frank M. Bicknell
3 The Railroad Cut By W. O. Stoddard
4 J. Cole By Emma Gellibrand
5 Laddie By Evelyn Whitaker
6 Miss Toosey By Evelyn Whitaker
7 Elder Leland’s Ghost By Hezekiah Butterworth
9 Wonder Book Stories By Nathaniel Hawthorne
10 The Prince of the Pin Elves By Charles Lee Sleight
11 The Little Lame Prince By Miss Mulock
12 One Thousand Men for a Christmas Present By Mary B. Sheldon
13 The Little Earl By Ouida
14 The Double Prince By Frank M. Bicknell
15 The Young Archer By Charles E. Brimblecom
16 Little Peterkin Vandike By Charles Stuart Pratt
17 Christmas Carol By Charles Dickens
18 A Great Emergency By Juliana Horatia Ewing
19 The Rose and the Ring By William M. Thackeray
20 Lazy Lawrence and other Stories By Maria Edgeworth
21 Forgive and Forget and Other Stories By Maria Edgeworth
22 The False Key and other Stories By Maria Edgeworth
23 A Boy’s Battle By Will Allen Dromgoole
24 The Gold Bug By Edgar Allan Poe
25 The Pineboro Quartette By Willis Boyd Allen
26 His Majesty the King and Wee Willie Winkie By Rudyard Kipling
27 The Old Monday Farm By Louise R. Baker
28 Daddy Darwin’s Dovecote By Juliana H. Ewing
29 Little Dick’s Christmas By Etheldred B. Barry
30 What Paul Did By Etheldred B. Barry
31 Harum Scarum Joe By Will Allen Dromgoole
32 The Drums of the Fore and Aft By Rudyard Kipling
33 The Child of Urbino and Moufflou By Ouida
34 Hero-Chums By Will Allen Dromgoole
35 Little Tong’s Mission By Etheldred B. Barry
H. M. CALDWELL COMPANY
Publishers
NEW YORK AND BOSTON
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THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN
Copyright, 1899
By Dana Estes & Company
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The Pied Piper of Hamelin |
11 |
Hervé Riel |
24 |
Cavalier Tunes |
31 |
“How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix” |
34 |
Through the Metidja to Abd-el-kadr |
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Incident of the French Camp |
39 |
Clive |
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Muléykeh |
59 |
Tray |
68 |
A Tale |
70 |
Gold Hair |
75 |
Donald |
82 |
The Glove |
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The Pied Piper of Hamelin |
Frontispiece |
“‘Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Belle Aurore’” |
30 |
“I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three” |
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“A rider bound on bound full galloping, nor bridle drew until he reached the mound” |
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“Hair, such a wonder of flix and floss” |
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“And full in the face of its owner flung the glove” |
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Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied;
But, when begins my ditty,
Almost five hundred years ago,
To see the townsfolk suffer so
From vermin, was a pity.
Rats!
They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cooks’ own ladles,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men’s Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women’s chats
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.
At last the people in a body
To the Town Hall came flocking:
“’Tis clear,” cried they, “our Mayor’s a noddy;
And as for our Corporation—shocking
To think we buy gowns lined with ermine
For dolts that can’t or won’t determine
What’s best to rid us of our vermin!
You hope, because you’re old and obese,
To find in the furry civic robe ease?
Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking
To find the remedy we’re lacking,
Or, sure as fate, we’ll send you packing!”
At this the Mayor and Corporation
Quaked with a mighty consternation.
An hour they sat in council;
At length the Mayor broke silence:
“For a guilder I’d my ermine gown sell,
I wish I were a mile hence!
It’s easy to bid one rack one’s brain—
I’m sure my poor head aches again,
I’ve scratched it so, and all in vain.
Oh, for a trap, a trap, a trap!”
Just as he said this, what should hap
At the chamber-door but a gentle tap?
“Bless us,” cried the Mayor, “what’s that?”
(With the Corporation as he sat,
Looking little though wondrous fat;
Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister
Than a too-long-opened oyster,
Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous
For a plate of turtle green and glutinous)
“Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?
Anything like the sound of a rat
Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!”
“Come in!”—the Mayor cried, looking bigger:
And in did come the strangest figure!
His queer long coat from heel to head
Was half of yellow and half of red,
And he himself was tall and thin,
With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,
And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,
No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,
But lips where smiles went out and in;
There was no guessing his kith and kin:
And nobody could enough admire
The tall man and his quaint attire.
Quoth one: “It’s as my great-grandsire,
Starting up at the Trump of Doom’s tone,
Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!”
He advanced to the council-table:
And, “Please your honours,” said he, “I’m able,
By means of a secret charm, to draw
All creatures living beneath the sun,
That creep or swim or fly or run,
After me so as you never saw!
And I chiefly use my charm
On creatures that do people harm,
The mole and toad and newt and viper;