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Title: Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Butterworth, Hezekiah, 1839-1905. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Boston, Estes and Lauriat
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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e combs it; And a wild song singeth she,That melts the heart with a wondrous And powerful melody. The boatman feels his bosom With a nameless longing move ;He sees not the gulfs before him, His gaze is fixed above, Till over boat and boatman The Rhines deep waters run:And this, with her magic singing, The Lorelei has done ! Among the pleasing stories related on this evening was LittleMook, by Hauff, and a poetic account of a Queer Old Lady whowent to College. LITTLE MOOK. There once lived a dwarf in the town of Niceu, whom the people calledLittle Mook. He lived alone, and was thought to be rich. He had a verysmall body and a very large head, and he wore an enormous turban. He seldom went into the streets, for the reason that ill-bred children therefollowed and annoyed him. They used to cry after him,— • Little Mook, O Little Mook,Turn, oh, turn about and look !Once a month you leave your room,With your head like a balloon :Try to catch us, if you can ;Turn and look, my little man.
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ENTRANCE TO HEIDELBERG CASTLE. EVENING THE FOURTH. 137 I will tell you his history. His father was a hard-hearted man, and treated him unkindly because hewas deformed. The old man at last died, and his relatives drove the dwarfaway from his home. He wandered into the strange world with a cheerful spirit, for the strangeworld was more kind to himthan his kin had been. He came at last to a strangetown, and looked around forsome face that should seem piti-ful and friendly. He saw anold house, into whose door agreat number of cats were pass-ing. If the people here are sogood to cats, they may be kindto me, he thought, and so hefollowed them. He was met byan old woman, who asked himwhat he wanted. He told his sad story. I dont cook any but formy darling pussy cats, said thebeldame ; but I pity your hardlot, and you may make yourhome with me until you canfind a better. So Little Mook was em-ployed to look after the cats andkittens. The kittens, I am sorry to say,used to behave very badly wh

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