File:Children's own library (1910) (14594465748).jpg

Identifier: childrensownlibr10burd (find matches)
Title: Children's own library
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Burdick, J. Ellis (Jennie Ellis) Welsh, Charles, 1850-1914
Subjects:
Publisher: New York, National Library Co
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
lytraveller does. The coach and horses seemed to executein chorus Auld Lang Syne, without a moments inter-mission. I forget now where we were at noon on the secondday, and where we ought to have been; but I know thatwe were scores of miles behindhand, and that our casewas growing worse every hour. We performed AuldLang Syne the whole day; seeing nothing, out of townsand villages, but the track of stoats, hares, and foxes,and sometimes of birds. At nine oclock at night, on aYorkshire moor, a cheerful burst from our horn, and awelcome sound of talking, with a glimmering and mov-ing about of lanterns, roused me from my drowsy state.I found that we were going to change. They helped me out, and I said to a waiter, whosebare head became as white as King Lears in a singleminute, What Inn is this? The Holly-Tree, sir, said he. U2 THE HOLLY-TREE. Upon my word, I believe, said I, apologetically, tothe guard and coachman, that I must stop here.I thought I had never seen such a large room as that
Text Appearing After Image:
THE HOLLY-TREE. 143 into which they showed me. It had five windows, withdark red curtains that would have absorbed the light ofa general illumination; and there were complications ofdrapery at the top of the curtains, that went wanderingabout the wall in a most extraordinary manner. I askedfor a smaller room, and they told me there was nosmaller room. They could screen me in, however, thelandlord said. They brought a great old japannedscreen, with natives (Japanese, I suppose) engaged in avariety of idiotic pursuits all over it; and left me roast-ing whole before an immense fire. My bedroom was some quarter of a mile off, up a greatstaircase at the end of a long gallery. It was the grim-mest room I have ever had the nightmare in; and all thefurniture, from the four posts of the bed to the two oldsilver candlesticks, was tall, high-shouldered, and spin-dle-waisted. Below, in my sitting-room, if I lookedround my screen, the wind rushed at me like a mad bull;if I stuck to my armchair, th

Note About Images