Blyton Enid Children of Other Lands 1954

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List of Contents

1. The Little Eskimo

Story: Specially Written

2. Lal has an AdventureStory: Specially Written

3. The Little Playboy of the Sea


4. Bill, the Boy in the Lumber Camp


5. The Boy of the Great Desert


6. Julie and Her Dog, Bep


7. Jeanette of the Mountains


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CHILDREN OF

OTHER LANDS

THE LITTLE ESKIMO

I’AM a little Eskimo. You can see

only my face because I am so well-

wrapped up ! But, you see, mycountry is a land of ice and snow,

and if we did not wrap ourselves up

well, we would freeze with the cold !

I wish you would come and staywith me for a little while. It would be

fun to show you my snow-house and

to take you out in a canoe. I don't go

to school,

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If you come to stay with me you

must wear special warm clothes. You

must have a vest

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made of sealskin. Then you must

wear over that a suit of fox-skin with

the fur inwards. Then you must puton a coat and trousers with the fur

turned outwards. I will show you

how to tuck the trousers into your

strong hide-boots. Now a warm capof fur for your head, and big gloves

for your hands, and you are dressed !

But even with all these furry clothes

on you will feel cold sometimeswhen the wind is very bitter !

The little girls wear the same

clothes, but they have a big loose

hood too. My mother carried me in

her hood when I was tiny, and

sometimes I used to fall out of the

hood into the snow !

We build our own houses for

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the winter-time. We live in snow-

huts then. I could show you how to

make one if you were here. First youhave to choose a good place to build

your hut, sheltered from the wind.

Then you must cut out big blocks of

hard snow— these are the bricks for your house !

Now you must put the blocks one

on the top of another until at last you

have made a cosy house, shapedrather like the old-fashioned bee-

hives you sometimes see in your

country. Now, what about a

window ? We have no glass as you

have. But we can make quite a good

window ! We will cut a sheet of

clear, thick ice and put that into the

open space we have

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left for the window. It lets a little

light into our house.

We must not have a big doorway,for if we do the cold wind will blow

in. We will have a very small low

one, reached by a tunnel that we will

make in the snow ! Now our house is made. It is very

small. We can only just stand up in it,

and my father has to bend down

when he stands. We light it with our seal-fat lamp. Here it Is -just a piece

of soft stone hollowed out to make

room for the seal-fat oil to be poured

in. Our wick is made of bits of moss.

When we light our strange little

lamps they give us a yellow light and

warm our huts for us. But we must

never get our homes too

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warm, because if we do they will

melt on top of us !

In the summer-time we live inskin-tents, for then the snow melts.

I have a fine canoe of my own,

called a kayak. It has a hole in themiddle and I fit into it nicely. I go

fishing in my kayak. Sometimes we

go to hunt the big walrus,

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and then we take a large boat. It is

very exciting.

When we want to get from placeto place we go by sledge. We have

plenty of dogs to pull these along.

They are fierce, strong dogs, and can

go fifty or more miles a day with our loaded sledges.

In the winter we hunt for seals.

We find one of their breathing-holes

and wait by it until we see a sealcoming up to breathe. Then we hurl a

spear at it—a harpoon. The harpoon

has a line tied to it so that we can

haul up the seal if we have struck it

with our harpoon. I am pleased when

we catch a seal, for that means plenty

of food for us, and perhaps a new

coat for me !

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I have two sisters, but they do not

go hunting. They have to get our meals for us, and see to the lamps,

and make all our clothes. They do not

have the needles and cotton that you

have —they have to use flat bits of bone for needles, and strips of

reindeer skin for thread.

I am so hungry when I get home

at night. I drink my seal-soup and Ieat big pieces of raw meat. I do not

want my meat cooked as you have

yours. I like to stuff it into my mouth

and eat it raw ! What a lot of things

you would have to learn if you came

to stay with me !

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LAL HAS AN ADVENTURE

I’AM Lai, a little Indian boy. I

live a long way away from you. My

country is very hot indeed, so I do

not wear many clothes.

Come and see my village. It is not

a bit like yours. This is my hut—it isvery small and is made of mud.

Would you like to live in a mud-

house ? The roof is made of rice-

straw and is thatched. You havethatched houses too in your country,

but usually your roof is made of tiles.

My house is very dark, because

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there are no windows ! There is no

chimney either. Do you want to

know where our furniture is ? Well,we haven't any ! We have two mats,

this large water-pot and a few dishes,

that is all. We just lie down on a mat

when we sleep, and if we want to sitwe sit on the floor.

We spend nearly all our time out

of doors because the weather is so

warm. Our village is just a crowd of thatched huts, surrounded by our

little fields. In the fields we try to

grow enough food to last us all the

year round. Come and see my field—

this is it, with the crops growing

well. We hope they will not die

because we need food very badly.

Last year

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our crops failed, and we were

hungry for many months.

I help my father to water our crops.Our country is so hot that it is

difficult to get water except in the

wet season, but if our plants do not

get plenty of water they die.In the wet season we get too much

water ! You do not have a wet season

like ours. You have rain at any time

—but we get our rain at special timesand not at any other time. When the

rain comes it pours down as if some-

one were emptying it out of great

buckets. It makes such a noise !

We are glad when the rain comes, for

then our ditches are filled, our ponds

overflow, our

crops spring up tall and green. The

rain falls for a long time without

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stopping. The air becomes cooler,

and we are glad. But however cool

our country is, it is still warmer thanyours, for we have no real winter as

you have.

One day I had an adventure. I went to

a very big town, far away from our village. I went in my father's ox-cart.

It is made of wood and is very old,

but we are proud of having a cart.

You would not like riding in an ox-cart, because it is very hard and

uncomfortable. I have seen beautiful

motor-cars in the big town, going

very fast, but I have never ridden in

one. Our ox-cart cannot go fast,

because the ox is

so slow. But he is patient and

strong too.

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It was such a long way to the

town. We went on for many days,

and passed so many villages like

our own that I could not count them !

We passed hundreds of fields too.

Some grew rice, some grew the

sweet-smelling bean

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flower. I saw flax growing in

many fields and sugar-cane in others.

What do you grow in your fields ?Well, at last we came to the town.

I had never seen a town before, and I

was excited when I saw the big

buildings, the motorcars, the longstreets and the gay shops. My father

took us to his brother, my uncle, who

has a little shop that sells sweets. I

was pleased to know he sold sweets,for, like you, I love to eat them. Our

shops are not like yours. They are

very, very small, and they have no

glass windows. They are just

openings into the street, and the

shop-keeper sits in the opening and

sells what he has.

I saw so many things in this big

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city. I saw the snake-charmers

who play soft, strange music on their

pipes. They keep snakes in baskets,and when the snakes hear the

music they crawl from the baskets

and sway in time to the tunes.

I saw great processions, and men

dancing. I saw men who did queer

things to show how good they were.

One man held his arm above his head

and never put

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it down. He had held it there for

nine years, and now he could not use

it at all. You would think that astrange thing to do, wouldn't you ?

One night my father and uncle and

I went to the big river. We had all

bought tiny lamps that would floatlike boats. I lighted mine and set it

gently on the water.

" If my light burns steadily I shall

have good luck ! " I cried. " But if itgoes out, bad luck will come to me !"

I watched my little lamp-boat

carefully as far as I could see it—and

it burnt brightly ! I was glad.

" Now I shall have good luck for a

long time ! " I said. " I shall tell my

mother when I go home. She will be

pleased ! "

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SAVI, THE LITTLE PLAY-

BOY OF THE SEA

SPLASH ! Splash ! Splash !

Did you hear me splash asI rolled over and over in that big

wave ? I do love the warm sea ! I

bathe in it about twelve times a day,

and I never get tired of it.I am called Savi, and I live far

away from you. You live on an island

called Great Britain, and I live on an

island too, far away in the PacificOcean. I would not like your island.

It would be too cold and rainy for

me. My island is always sunny and

warm. I don't

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even need to wear clothes. So I

don't dress or undress. How wouldyou like that ?

When I get up in the morning I go

and pick a big red flower to put

behind my ear. Then I am

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dressed for the day ! My body is

brown all over, and I am healthy and

strong, for I live out of doors all thetime.

I don't go to school. I don't learn

anything except how to fish, and how

to pick coco-nuts, and how to swimand things like that. Perhaps you

don't call those lessons ? There isn't

any need for us to work much,

because all our food grows ready for us, and we don't need clothes. I live

in a little wooden hut with my father

and mother. They built the hut

themselves and I helped them to

make a thatched roof for it with big

palm leaves.

It was quite easy. When I am

grown up and have a dear little

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wife of my own I shall build a

small hut too, and make a roof of

palm leaves.I do have lovely meals. Sometimes

I go fishing and catch silvery fish for

breakfast. I bring them home to

Mother and she cooks them on red-hot stones. They taste delicious.

Sometimes we go crab-hunting

and have big crabs for dinner.

Always we have fresh, juicy fruit,sweet and ripe, that we pick from the

trees round about. I drink coco-nut

milk, and my mother takes the tender

young coco-nuts and makes all sorts

of fine meals with them.

We have plenty of coco-nut trees

growing on our island. The only busy

time we have is when we

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pick the ripe coco-nuts. You

should see me go up the trees then !

' Savi ! Climb up and throw downthe coco-nuts from that tree ! ' my

mother calls. So I run to the tree, and

I climb up the straight, tall trunk with

my hands and knees ! Could you dothat ? I don't think you could. When I

get to the top I see the clumps of

coco-nuts growing and I throw them

to the ground.Each coco-nut wears a thick coat

of fibre. This coat has to be taken off.

You might not know how to do this

easily, but I could show you what to

do. Do you see my pointed stick ?

Take it—push it hard into the coco-

nut and you will find that the husk

breaks quite easily.

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We break the nuts open and dry

the white kernels in the sun. Then we

pack them up and send them to you.You use them for a great many things

—did you know that ? You may use

this dried coco-nut or copra for oil,

or for making margarine, or even for making soap. If we work hard we can

get rich by picking coconuts and

selling the dried kernels or copra. But

we do not like working hard.My mother makes mats from the

fibres that are round the coconuts.

Have you a coco-nut mat at your

front door ? Look and see if you

have. It may be made from the fibres

of the coco-nuts I picked myself ! I

wonder if it is ?

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BILL, THE BOY IN THE

LUMBER CAMP

I HAVEN'T very much time to

talk to you because I am very busyto-day. My name is Bill and I live

and work in the lumber camp. I

expect you wonder what that is.

Well, come along and see what wedo here. This hillside is covered by

an enormous forest of trees, and we

are chopping them down because

men in the towns want wood for making all kinds of things.

In my country of Canada, there

are many forests. It is a great big

country, far, far bigger than yours.

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We have enormous farms, called

ranches, great towns, rushing rivers

and high mountains. It is a finecountry for a boy like me.

I work here in the lumber camp

with my uncle. It is the first time I

have been here. It is hard work, but Ilove it. All day long we can hear the

sound of sawing and chopping, the

crashing of great trees, and the shouts

of the men. My job is to trim the branches off the smaller trees. I am

getting very good at it.

Not far off, down in the valley is a

river. It is frozen hard now, but when

the spring comes, it will melt. We

make the river help us

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in our work. Shall I tell you what

we do ? Well, we drag the great tree-

trunks to the riverside and pile themthere. Then, as soon as the warm

spring sun melts the ice we push the

great piles of logs into the river !

You should see them topple over and over and go into the icy water

with a great splash ! I do shout when

I see them ! Soon there are hundreds

of logs in the river— and the rushingwater takes them away ! We see the

great tree-trunks rolling over and

over as the water sweeps them along.

Do you know where they go to ? To

the mills built by the side of the river

a good way down ! There men are

waiting for them. Isn't

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it a good idea to use the river to

carry our logs ?

Once, last year, so many logs rolledover into the river at once that there

was a jam—the logs were all jammed

together and could not get any farther.

So my uncle ran lightly over the logswith a pole and set them going again.

Wasn't that brave of him ? He might

have fallen in when the logs began to

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float away once more—or he

might have been carried away with

them.I am going back home this sum-

mer to my mother. She lives with my

grandfather on a big farm or ranch.

How you would love to be therewhen the corn is growing and the

fruit trees are full of blossom ! Our

farm is a hundred times bigger than

any of yours. Our corn-fields stretchfor miles and miles. We have

thousands of apple, pear, peach and

plum trees. How lovely it is when the

blossom is out ! The bees make a

sound like aeroplanes when they hum

in the trees. And when the fruit is

ripe, how busy we are !

Would you like to help us to pick

it then ? I work very hard

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all day long at harvest-time,

whether it is corn-harvest or fruit-

harvest. I think I like the fruit-harvest best, because the fruit feels so firm

and warm when it is picked. But the

corn looks glorious when it stretches

as far as I can see, waving its goldenears in the wind for miles upon miles.

When I go to school I ride there

on my pony. You see, my school is

five miles away ! Nearly all thechildren have ponies, and some of

them come from even farther than I

do. We love school.

I like the winter as much as I like

the summer—because then I get out

my snow-shoes and my fine

toboggan and oh, what fun I have ! I

skate too, and that is

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great fun. Can you skate ? It is

lovely to go as fast as the wind !

We have a sleigh in the winter-

time, and sometimes, when we go to

a party at night, we harness our horses to the sleigh, pack ourselves

into it under our rugs, and go off in

the frosty night air, the sleigh-bells

ringing merrily. I think I love that best of all. I wish you could come

with me just once, so that you could

lie back in the sleigh and see the stars

twinkling above you in

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the black sky, and hear the sleigh

hells tinkling, and feel your hands

and toes so warm under the rug.In my country live the Red

Indians. Did you know that ? You

see, Canada was once their very own

country, and there are still RedIndians living there. I have seen

some of them. They do look fine.

They wear those lovely feathered

head-dresses, and they look brownand stern and wise.

I like the Red Indians. One of

them gave me a birch-bark canoe for

my own. If ever you come to our

ranch I will take you out in it on the

river nearby, and I will lend you my

Indian feathered-hat. Would you like

that ? You would feel like a real Red

Indian then !

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THE BOY OF THE GREAT

DESERT

I AM Hassan, and I live under a blazing hot sun, so hot that at midday

no one dares to move about in it. I

am a boy of the Great Desert Land,

the Sahara. I have no home, nohouse. I travel about month after

month, never staying very long in

one place.

We have no horses, no oxen—

only tall, flat-footed camels that pad

over the sands easily and swiftly. The

desert I live in would seem strange

to you. It is a vast,

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desolate, lonely place, where there

is no water, no grass, no trees. The

wind blows the sand into ridges anddunes and waves that stretch as far as

I can see.

Nothing grows in the sandy desert

except prickly bushes and littlegreenish shrubs that can live without

water. But here and there where a

deep underground well sends up a

spring of water, palm trees grow andwave their feathery tops in the

breeze, and a pool of muddy salty

water can be found. This little tree-

grown place is called an oasis, and

travellers are very glad when they

reach one, for they can get water and

shade there, and maybe dates to eat.

Sometimes an oasis is big enough

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to hold a town ! I have been to quite

big towns set in the middle of the hot

sandy desert. It is fun to visit one

after many weeks of loneliness. It is

grand to see the bazaars where many

different things are sold. It is fine tosee green grass, flowers and many

trees. It is good to hear many people

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talking and laughing together.

Best of all I and my sisters like the

food we get in a town—the cakes andsweets, the oranges and figs. We do

not get these when we travel in the

desert.

The desert seems big and lonelyafter the busy life of the town. We

travel on camels, and take with us all

our belongings. We have not very

many things, because we could nottake a great deal about with us. We

take our skin tents, our brass trays

and dishes, our pots, our gay

cushions and beautiful mats. Our

camels carry these things for us.

When we come to a good place to

sleep fof the night we stop and

dismount from our camels. We

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make our camels kneel down so

that we can unload them.

I and my father take the tent polesand set them up. Then we spread

over them the tent of goatskin,

making a long flat shelter for the

night.In the middle we hang a curtain.

My mother and little sisters sleep in

one half of the tent and I and my

father sleep in the other half. If weare going to spend more than a night

we take out all our rugs and our

cushions and our lovely brass dishes

and arrange them in the tent.

We take great care of our camels,

for they are very valuable to us. They

are our steeds. They give us their

milk, and we make cheese

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from the milk. When they die we

use their hair and their skin. They are

bad-tempered, surly creatures, andalways grumble and try to bite when

we load them. Sometimes a camel

will not get up from his knees when

he is loaded, and in the end we haveto give him less to carry.

We always travel in the early

morning or evening, because the sun

is much too hot at midday. We haveto rest in the shade then. We do not

have very exciting food when we

travel in the desert-mostly dates that

we gather from the date-palms. We

drink camel's milk and eat camel-

cheese too.

It is a dreadful thing to lose our

way in the endless desert.

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Once my father lost his way, and

we went on for days and days, not

seeing anything but sand, sand, andyet more sand.

“ Soon we shall sec the tops of the

green palm-trees in the oasis we are

travelling to," said my father. But wedid not see them.

“I have missed my way," said my

father, in dismay. “We have only

enough water for two days more, andenough food for ourselves but not for

the camels. If we do not find the

oasis we shall die ! "

We travelled on for yet another

day, but we saw nothing but the

wind-blown sand-dunes, piled up

around us. When we slept in our tents

that night we were hungry

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and thirsty for my father was

saving the water and the food.

The next day we travelled again —and just as we were in despair,

knowing that we had quite lost

ourselves, we saw another caravan of

camels ! We hurried to them, and theleader told us he was going to a

farther oasis. We had gone far

beyond ours. So our two caravans

went along together, and the other leader spared us food and water until

we reached the next oasis.

That is the only time I have been

lost in the desert—but I hope I never

shall be again !

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JULIE AND HER DOG,

BEP

LOOK at my dear, clever dog,Bep. He belongs to me, and he is so

good and useful. When I put him into

my little dog-cart, and pile the cart

with cheeses for market, Bep drawsthe cart along as if he were a good

horse !

My name is Julie and I live in the

neat and pretty country of Holland. I

am sure you would like to see

Holland. Do you know, a great many

years ago, part of Holland was under

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Sea! Isn't that strange ? But we

drained away the water, and built

great walls or dykes to keep the seaaway, so that now, what was once the

sea is farm-land. We are very proud

of this.

I would like to show you thegreat, strong sea-walls that keep

Back the sea. Always men watch to

see that no leak comes in these walls.

If you stand on the wall, it seems asif the sea is higher than the land—

and it is ! Behind the great wall the

land lies low and flat—in front of the

wall the sea swells high and blue. We

hope that never never will there come

a time when the sea overflows our

walls and drowns the land behind.

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Some of our sea-walls are so

strong that we have roads along

them, and even railways. If you standon a wall-road you will see other

built-up walls or dykes behind you,

along which are flowing canals. You

see, we have to keep draining awaythe water from our land, so we send

it away in canals to the sea. Isn't that

a good idea ?

I and my brother Pieter love thecanals. We fish in them in the

summer, and sail our boats there. In

the winter, when the canals freeze,

we skate on them, and play ice-

hockey. We love that. I learnt to

skate when I was three years old, and

Pieter was only two when he first had

his skates on ! Would you like

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to try skating on our canals ? I will

help you if you come. If it is

summer-time and we cannot skate,you will like to watch the boats and

barges that go slowly down the

canals.

Do you like windmills ? We haveso many in Holland. They look

lovely when they swing their great

wooden arms round in the strong

winds that sweep over our flatcountry. The windmills drive

machinery that pumps water into the

canals, or saws wood for us, or

grinds our corn.

My father is a farmer. We keep

cows and make big yellow cheeses

and fine creamy butter. We are very

proud of our cows and keep them

clean and healthy.

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All our cows wear neat coats.

They do look nice. Our cowhouses

are as clean as our own houses,neatly tiled and always well

scrubbed.

My house is neat and pretty. It has

bright blue walls, white paint roundthe windows, and the fence round the

garden is green. Inside it is so clean

that you could have your dinner on

the floor if you wanted to. Our wallsare tiled half-way up, and the tiles

have nice pictures on. We like to

look at the pictures. All our pots and

pans gleam and shine, because

Mother and I scrub and polish them

every day. The people of Holland are

always clean and neat.

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I am not dressed like you. I am

dressed just like my mother. I have a

lot of petticoats on, a pretty bodice,and a stiff white cap with big flaps at

each side. My brother is dressed like

our father. He has baggy trousers, a

big belt with silver buttons, and aloose blue blouse. He wears wooden

shoes like mine. We take off our

shoes before we go into the house.

Do you see Pieter's peaked cap with afine tassel ? He is proud of that.

I do love the spring-time, because

then I go to see the fields where the

hyacinths and tulips and daffodils

grow. Do you grow them in your

gardens ? If you do, perhaps your

bulbs came from

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my country. If only you came to

see me in the spring-time, how

pleased you would be to see thehyacinth fields ! I would take you to

a special one I know, where all

around you, stretching as far as you

can see, would be pink and blue hya-cinths, smelling as sweet as honey.

Later on I would take you to our

tulip fields, and you would think you

were in Fairyland when you sawmiles and miles of brightly coloured

tulips all flowering together. We love

flowers, and in tulip time we walk

through our fields and delight in the

colour and beauty all around us.

Now Bep and I must go. It is time

to take our cheeses to market. Come

along, Bep ! Good dog, good dog!

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JEANNETTE OF THE

MOUNTAINS

I AM Jeannette and I live amongthe high mountains of Switzerland. I

wish I could show you my little

wooden house in the old mountain-

village. It has green shutters, and isvery cosy in the winter-time.

When the cold days come we

bring our cattle in from the moun-

tains and take them to our houses ! Iexpect that seems strange to you, but

we like to have our cows near to us.

We let them live on the ground-floor

of our houses and at night I

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can hear them moving about and

perhaps giving a soft moo or two.

But when the spring comes wetake our cows up to the high

meadows far above us on the

mountains. The snow has melted

then, and the grass is bright green.Thousands of bright gay flowers

grow in the grass, and every place is

very beautiful. The cows are pleased

to leave their dark winter homes andgo out into the lovely spring

sunshine.

Above the cow-meadows are the

goat and sheep pastures. Here the

mountains are steep and rocky, but

the goats and the sheep are sure-

footed and leap about safely. They do

not need such rich grass as the cows.

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I don't stay with the cows. I go

back to my home and make lace to

sell to the visitors who come to seeour beautiful mountains. But my

brothers stay all the summer long,

high up in the mountains, caring for

the cows and milking them. Theymake butter and cheese, and they

grow healthy and strong in the pure

mountain air.

I often wish I was a boy so that I,too, might live high up in the

mountains all the summer through.

My brothers sleep at night in a little

wooden hut called a chalet. You

would be surprised to see that the

roof is weighed down with great

stones and rocks !

Can you guess why this is ? It is

because in the winter-time

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great storms come sweeping over

the mountains and the light roofs

would blow away if we did not

weight them down with rocks.

Sometimes the winds are so strong

that they blow the roofs and the

rocks away ! Then there is not much

left of our chalet when we visit it the

next spring.

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My brothers have a long horn to

blow when they want the cows tocome for milking. I have often blown

it, and it makes a wonderful sound,

echoing round and round the great

mountains. I think you would like to

blow it too. When the cows hear this

sound they come to be milked. Some

cows wear bells, and the sound of the

cowbells is beautiful to hear.

Above the goat and sheep pasturesare the mountain-tops, covered in

white snow. Below the cow pastures

are the great woods where we get our

firewood and logs, and where wehunt for nuts in the autumn. Below

these woods are meadows where

good grass grows—but we never

allow

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our cows to eat in these meadows,

for we use the grass for hay, which is

very precious in the wintertime. Wefeed our cattle with it then.

Below the hay-meadows is our

village, set snugly in the mountain-

side. We all live here in the winter-time, for then the snow and icy winds

come, and it is too dangerous for

anyone to live high up on the

mountains. Sometimes the snow fallsdown the mountain-side and makes

an avalanche. We hear avalanches

roaring down in the winter, and we

hope that they will not fall on our

village, for if one did it would

destroy our houses.

We have to put away our

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wheeled carts in the winter and

use sledges. We fasten to our feet

long flat strips of wood called skis.We slip easily and swiftly over the

snow in these.

Do you think we are dull in the

winter ? No, we are not ! We have plenty to do, besides looking after

our animals. My brothers make little

animals out of wood. You should see

the row of bears they made last year !They looked so fine, standing on the

mantelpiece till we sold them. We

make flowers from ivory too. We

make our own clothes, and this takes

quite a long time.

Do you see what I wear ? I have a

long checked skirt like my mother's,

and a velvet bodice laced

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up in front over a white under-

bodice with wide sleeves. Karl, my

brother, wears loose trousers that fall below his knees, and a rough woollen

shirt. He always sticks feathers in his

hat.

Do you like mountain-climbing?My grandfather takes people up the

mountains every year. He is a famous

guide. Perhaps if you come to

Switzerland he will take youclimbing. I shall ask you to come and

have a drink of creamy milk with me

then, and perhaps you will buy some

of my beautiful lace !

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Blyton Enid Children of Other Lands 1954