Sandman Christmas Stories
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In Stock. Seller Inventory X. More information about this seller Contact this seller. The Sandman's Hour: Stories for Bedtime. Abbie Phillips Walker. Publisher: Independently published , This specific ISBN edition is currently not available. View all copies of this ISBN edition:. Synopsis The best original classic collection of tales Abbie Phillips Walker. One of them seemed so tired that his wings could scarcely carry him. He was the last of the row, and was soon left very far behind.
At length he sunk lower and lower, with outstretched wings, flapping them in vain, till his feet touched the rigging of the ship, and he slided from the sails to the deck, and stood before them.
Then a sailor-boy caught him, and put him in the hen-house, with the fowls, the ducks, and the turkeys, while the poor stork stood quite bewildered amongst them. Then the stork told them all about warm Africa, of the pyramids, and of the ostrich, which, like a wild horse, runs across the desert. Ah, ah, is he not clever? He will be a great amusement to us while he remains here. Then Hjalmar went to the hen-house; and, opening the door, called to the stork. Then he hopped out on the deck. He had rested himself now, and he looked happy, and seemed as if he nodded to Hjalmar, as if to thank him.
Then he spread his wings, and flew away to warmer countries, while the hens clucked, the ducks quacked, and the turkey-cock turned quite scarlet in the head. Two little mice are going to enter into the marriage state tonight. I think it will just fit you. It looks well to wear a uniform when you go into company. First they went under the floor, and then passed through a long passage, which was scarcely high enough to allow the thimble to drive under, and the whole passage was lit up with the phosphorescent light of rotten wood.
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Very soon they arrived at the bridal hall. On the right stood all the little lady-mice, whispering and giggling, as if they were making game of each other. To the left were the gentlemen-mice, stroking their whiskers with their fore-paws; and in the centre of the hall could be seen the bridal pair, standing side by side, in a hollow cheese-rind, and kissing each other, while all eyes were upon them; for they had already been betrothed, and were soon to be married.
More and more friends kept arriving, till the mice were nearly treading each other to death; for the bridal pair now stood in the doorway, and none could pass in or out. The room had been rubbed over with bacon-rind, like the passage, which was all the refreshment offered to the guests. But for dessert they produced a pea, on which a mouse belonging to the bridal pair had bitten the first letters of their names.
This was something quite uncommon. All the mice said it was a very beautiful wedding, and that they had been very agreeably entertained.
After this, Hjalmar returned home. He had certainly been in grand society; but he had been obliged to creep under a room, and to make himself small enough to wear the uniform of a tin soldier. Good-night, Ole-Luk, the money lies on the window.
Only look. The bridal pair were seated on the floor, leaning against the leg of the table, looking very thoughtful, and with good reason.
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As soon as the ceremony was concluded, all the furniture in the room joined in singing a beautiful song, which had been composed by the lead pencil, and which went to the melody of a military tattoo. Then they consulted the swallow who had travelled so far, and the old hen in the yard, who had brought up five broods of chickens. And the swallow talked to them of warm countries, where the grapes hang in large clusters on the vines, and the air is soft and mild, and about the mountains glowing with colors more beautiful than we can think of.
Then we got into a garden in which grew red cabbage; oh, how nice it was, I cannot think of anything more delicious. Four years ago, we had a summer that lasted more than five weeks, and it was so hot one could scarcely breathe. And then in this country we have no poisonous animals, and we are free from robbers.
He must be wicked who does not consider our country the finest of all lands. He ought not to be allowed to live here. I once went twelve miles in a coop, and it was not pleasant travelling at all.
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No, let us go to the sand-pit in front of the gate, and then take a walk in the cabbage garden. I must now go to the church steeple and see if the little sprites who live there have polished the bells, so that they may sound sweetly. Then I must go into the fields and see if the wind has blown the dust from the grass and the leaves, and the most difficult task of all which I have to do, is to take down all the stars and brighten them up. I have to number them first before I put them in my apron, and also to number the places from which I take them, so that they may go back into the right holes, or else they would not remain, and we should have a number of falling stars, for they would all tumble down one after the other.
I thank you for telling the boy stories, but you must not confuse his ideas. The stars cannot be taken down from the sky and polished; they are spheres like our earth, which is a good thing for them.
I am an ancient heathen. The old Romans and Greeks named me the Dream-god. And it woke Hjalmar. He is also called Ole-Luk-Oie but he never visits any one but once, and when he does come, he takes him away on his horse, and tells him stories as they ride along. He knows only two stories. One of these is so wonderfully beautiful, that no one in the world can imagine anything at all like it; but the other is just as ugly and frightful, so that it would be impossible to describe it. You perceive he is not so bad as they represent him in picture books; there he is a skeleton, but now his coat is embroidered with silver, and he wears the splendid uniform of a hussar, and a mantle of black velvet flies behind him, over the horse.
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Look, how he gallops along. They trembled and cried, and wanted to jump down from the horse, but they could not get free, for they seemed fastened to the seat. These are some of the doings and sayings of Ole-Luk-Oie.