The Lost Child

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Macmillan, 1871 - Adventure stories, Australian - 41 pages

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Page 35 - With Eight Illustrations by L. FROLICH. ' ' At the head, and a long way ahead, of all books for girls, we place
Page 16 - ... her offspring, but, on the whole, takes it pretty comfortably, and goes on with her dinner of peppermint leaves. What a short day it has been ! Here is the sun getting low, and the magpies and jackasses beginning to tune up before roosting. He would turn and go back to the river. Alas ! which way ? He was lost in the bush. He turned back and went, as he thought, the way he had come, but soon arrived at a tall, precipitous cliff, which, by some infernal magic, seemed to have got between him and...
Page 27 - She said, with frequent bursts of grief, that " some days before he had mentioned having seen white children across the water, who beckoned him to cross and play ; that she, knowing well that they were fairies, or perhaps worse, had warned him solemnly not to mind them ; but that she had very little doubt that they had helped him over and carried him away to the forest; and that her husband would not believe in his having crossed the river." " Why, it is not knee-deep across the shallow," said Cecil....
Page 27 - Why, it is not knee-deep across the shallow," said Cecil. " Let us cross again," said Sam: "he may be drowned, but I don't think it." Ina quarter of an hour from starting they found, slightly up the stream, one of the child's socks, which in his hurry to dress he had forgotten. Here brave Rover took up the trail like a bloodhound, and before evening stopped at the foot of a lofty cliff. " Can he have gone up here ? " said Sam, as they were brought up by the rock. "Most likely,
Page 35 - Hood (Tom) THE PLEASANT TALE OF PUSS AND ROBIN AND THEIR FRIENDS, KITTY AND BOB. Told in Pictures by L. FROLICH, and in Rhymes by TOM HOOD. Crown 8vo. gilt. 3^. 6d. " The volume is prettily got up, and is sure to be a favourite in the nursery.
Page 30 - The dog has stopped," said Cecil ; " the end is near." " See," said Sam, " there is a handkerchief under the tree." " That is the boy himself," said Cecil. They were up to him and off in a moment. There he lay, dead and stiff, one hand still grasping the flowers he had gathered on his last happy play-day, and the other laid as a pillow, between the soft cold cheek and the rough cold stone. His midsummer holiday was over, his long journey was ended. He had found out at last what lay beyond the shining...
Page 9 - But next day the passion was stronger on him than ever. Quite early on the glorious cloudless midsummer day he was down by the river side, sitting on a rock, with his shoes and stockings off, paddling his feet in the clear tepid water, and watching the million fish in the shallows — black fish and grayling — leaping and flashing in the sun. There is no pleasure that I have ever experienced like a child's midsummer holiday.
Page 16 - A wee little native bear, barely eight inches long, — a little grey beast, comical beyond expression, with broad flapped ears, sits on a tree within reach. He makes no resistance, but cuddles into the child's bosom, and eats a leaf as they go along; while his mother sits aloft, and grunts indignant at the abstraction of her offspring, but, on the whole, takes it pretty comfortably, and goes on with her dinner of peppermint leaves. What a short day it has been! Here is the sun getting low, and the...
Page 10 - ... having been used for a boat till it had gone down with all hands out of soundings. How poor our Derby days, our Greenwich dinners, our evening parties, where there are plenty of nice girls, are after that!
Page 12 - Such quantongs, such raspberries, surpassing imagination; and when tired of them, such fern boughs, six or eight feet long ! He would penetrate this region, and see how far it extended. What tales he would have for his father to-night ! He would bring him here, and show him all the wonders, and perhaps he would build a new hut over here, and come and live in it? Perhaps the pretty young lady, with the feathers in her hat, lived somewhere here, too? There ! There is one of those children he has seen...

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