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PAGE & CoMPANY (INCORPORATED) All rights reserved Published, July, 1903 Fifth Impression, March, 1908 Sixth Impression, October, 1909 Seventh Impression, June, 1911 Eighth Impression, November, 1912 Ninth Impression, March, 1915 Tenth Impression, April, 1917 = i Preface In the very heart of Europe lies a small country nestling among the mountains. It is unlike any other in the world. Its people speak four different languages: they believe in different religions; the government is not alike in different parts; yet the Swiss states are bound together by a bond stronger than unity of language or creed can possibly make. Our brave Swiss cousins believe in liberty for all and brotherly love. These make the most powerful of ties. In their mountains and valleys they have fought against the enemies who would have destroyed them, and the tyrants who would have made them slaves. They have driven out their foes again and again, for their cause V Contents chapTER PAGE I. CARL's Holiday. - - - - - 9 II. THE MOUNTAIN PASTURE . - - . 27 III. THE SCHOOLMASTER’s VISIT - - • 43 IV. THE BRAVE ARCHER . - - - • 5 I V. The HAYMAKERS - - - - . 63 VI. THE MARMOT . - - - - . 76 VII. GLACIER AND AvALANCHE. - • . 92 VIII. SANTA CLAUS NIGHT . - - - . IO 5 IX. THE WONDERFUL ABBEY . - - . I IO Our Little Swiss Cousin CHAPTER I. CARL's Holiday “To-MoRRow, to-morrow !” Carl kept re- peating to himself. He was standing at the window of the little cottage and looking out toward the great mountain. He had lived under its shadow all his life. Its snowy summit was coloured a fiery red as it stood against the sky in the sunset light. People in far-away lands would give a great deal to see such a glorious sight. But Carl saw another picture in his mind. It was the grand procession of the next day, that would celebrate the close of school before the summer vacation. Thousands of children 9 IO Our Little Swiss Cousin would march in the line. They would carry the flag of Switzerland, – the red cross on a white ground. It was the emblem of their country's freedom, and they loved it well. There would be bands of music; there would be a speech by the mayor of the city. Feasts would be spread, to which all the chil- dren were invited. Yes, the glorious day was near, and Carl was very happy. “Carl, my boy, are you thinking of the good time to-morrow?” said a voice at the other side of the room. Carl started, and, turning round, he saw his father standing in the doorway. “O father, is that you? How glad I am to see you!” and the little boy rushed into the good man's arms. “Yes, I am all ready for the festival. Mother has my best clothes laid out on the bed. She is planning to go, too, and now you are home just in time to go with us. I Carl's Holiday II am very, very glad.” Carl was so excited that he talked faster than usual. “I am tired of working in a hotel in the city, the country is so much pleasanter,” an- swered his father. “And now I shall spend the summer with your mother and you. The people of the village wish me to take the cows to the mountain pasture. You shall go, too, and we will have a good time together.” “That will be fine. I never spent the whole summer there before. How soon are we to start, father ?” “Next week. The days are growing warmer and the flowers must already be in bloom upon the Alps. But now we must see your mother and talk about to-morrow. On my way home I heard in the village that you were going to the festival. Nearly all the neighbours are going too, aren't they f" At this moment the door opened and a kind-faced woman came in, bringing a pail of I 2 Our Little Swiss Cousin milk in each hand. Her eyes were as blue as the sky, and her hair was nearly as fair as Carl's. It was easy to see that she was the boy's mother. - A happy smile lighted her face when she saw who was in the room. It was as much a surprise to her as it had been to Carl. She supposed her husband was still working in the big hotel at Lucerne, where so many strangers came from other lands. When her husband told her of the work he had been doing, the heavy trunks which he had to lift till his back had grown lame, her face grew full of pity. “It was too hard for you, Rudolf,” she cried. “It is far better for you to take care of the cows this summer. We will go with you, Carl and I, and we shall have a merry time.” She moved quickly about the room as she strained the milk into the crocks and made 14 Our Little Swiss Cousin w was no wonder that he looked forward to that day as the best of all, for it seemed a feast day to him. At the noon meal on other days there was only soup or potatoes with the bread and cheese. There was little change through the year except at the time when the fruit and nuts were ripe and they could be eaten fresh. After the supper was over, the family sat a while longer around the table and talked about the school festival. Carl's father had just come from Lucerne. He told the boy how the buildings were decorated. He named the bands that would furnish the music. “I am to march, father,” Carl said. “And I am to carry the flag of my country. Chil- dren from all the villages around the lake are to take part, I hear. Just think! although we are back in the country, our school has its place in the procession.” Carl's mother showed her husband the Carl's Holiday I5 bright red skirt that she was going to wear. It would reach to the tops of her shoes. There was a white waist with big sleeves that she had starched and ironed. There was a new black bodice she had just made; it would be laced about the waist, and it fitted her finely. She had polished the bands of silver to fasten across the back of her head above the long braids of glossy hair. She would certainly look very well in her finery, and her husband would be proud of her. Oh, yes, that was certain. What kind of a hat would she wear 2 None at all ! There was no need, and it would be a shame to hide the silver bands; they were too pretty. What did it matter if some of the women of Switzerland dressed like the people of other lands? Carl's mother was not ready to follow new fashions yet awhile. The old customs of her village were good enough for her. I6 Our Little Swiss Cousin It was a small room where Carl and his parents sat and talked. Everything was fresh and clean ; the floor had been scrubbed so that no spot could be seen upon it. The table was unpainted. The chairs had straight, stiff backs; no rocking-chair or lounge had ever found a place here. Carl’s mother had never rested her- self on such a piece of furniture in her life. There was one strange-looking object in the room. It was large and white. It reached far up toward the ceiling, and was made of porcelain. It was the family stove. It had belonged to Carl's great-grandfather, and had stood in this very place, summer and winter, for a hundred years at least. It would not seem like home without it. When baby Carl was first old enough to notice things around him, he used to creep up to the stove and try to touch the pictures painted on its sides. One was the scene of a battle where the Swiss were driving their 2O Our Little Swiss Cousin upon the clear surface. Brave men have lived on its shores. Noble deeds have been done near by. Every Swiss loves this lake, as he thinks of the history of his country. The little steamer was quickly loaded with its gay passengers, and made its way over the waters. Other steamers soon came in sight, but all were moving in the same direction, — toward the city of Lucerne. Such a festival is not held every year. Each village generally celebrates the close of school by a picnic or steamer-ride. There is usually something pleasant for the children, but not always a time like this. When the day was over, it was hard for Carl to tell what he had enjoyed most. In the morning, after the children had marched around the city to lively music, they went out to a large open space where the feast was served. Every one had all the coffee and cakes he wished. There were many odd little cakes Carl's Holiday 2 I that only Swiss women know how to make. The children enjoyed them hugely. After the feast games were played, and there were rides on the flying horses. You will laugh when you hear the name of one of the games. It is “Blind Cow.” Carl is very fond of it. It is much like our “Blind Man's Buff.” Carl and his friend Franz chose one corner of a large field. Marie, Franz's sister, and Freda, another little friend, were with them. They were soon joined by other chil- dren, and they had a lively game. Carl was the cow oftener than any one else. He didn't care. It was great fun stumbling around with blinded eyes, and trying to catch the others. When they thought they were quite safe and out of reach, one of them was sure to laugh and show where he was. Then Carl would make a sudden spring, and catch the laugher. Before the afternoon was over, the mayor Carl's Holiday 23 bread to eat and clothes to wear; best of all, he taught them and kept their minds busy. But at last his money was all spent. What could he do now He gathered the ragged, hungry boys around him. They had grown to love him, and were willing to do anything he directed. He showed them how to sew and spin and do mally other kinds of work. They were soon able to earn enough money to support them- selves and their school. Pestalozzi did not teach in the way others did. He said: “It is not enough for these children to study their lessons from books and then be whipped if they do not get them. They must see how real things are; they must study from objects. The living birds and flowers should help them. They must learn to shape things for themselves, and see as much as possible with their own eyes. Then they will love to 24 Our Little Swiss Cousin study; they will enjoy their schools, and be happiest when there.” He set a new fashion for the world. His pupils learned so fast and well that other teachers came to watch and learn his ways. His fame spread to other countries, to Eng- land and America. They also copied his manner of teaching. Not only Swiss chil- dren, but those of different lands, began to enjoy their schools better. It all came about through the kind and loving work of Pestalozzi. Carl has never known of a boy being whipped in his school. Such a punishment is seldom given in Switzerland. The teacher tries love and kindness first. If these fail, the boy is turned out of school. It is a terrible disgrace; it will follow the boy all his life, and he dreads it above everything. After the mayor had spoken of Pestalozzi to the children, he bade them be proud of their Carl's Holiday 25 schools and their school-buildings, which were finer than even the council-houses. He told them to be glad that all children of Switzer- land, no matter how poor they were, could go to these schools and learn of the great world around them. As he spoke, he could see in the faces of thousands of little ones that they were proud indeed. Carl whispered to Franz, who stood beside him : “There is no country like ours, is there, Franz We could not be happy anywhere else, I’m sure.” His friend replied, “No, indeed, Carl. It is the home of free men, and we must grow up to keep it so. I don't care if we do have to study for six hours every school-day. We learn all the faster and, besides, we have ever so many holidays.” The best part of the holiday came in the 26 Our Little Swiss Cousin evening, for that was the time for fireworks. There was a grand display on the shore of the lake. There were rockets, and Roman can- dles, and fire-pictures, and many other beauti- ful pieces which lighted the sky and were reflected in the waters of the lake. Many of the people watched the display from the decks of the little steamers, which were also bright with coloured lights. The time came all too soon for the home- ward journey. “What a lovely time I’ve had,” sighed Carl, as he reached his own door. “I only wish it were going to be to-morrow instead of to-day.” “It was a fine show indeed,” said his father. “Everybody looked well and happy. But I must say that I liked the dress of the people of our own village better than tha of any other.” CHAPTER II. THE MOUNTAIN PASTURE “HERE, Carl, take this kettle, and you, Franz, may carry the other,” said Carl's mother. It was two days after the school holiday, and again the village was astir before sunrise. There was a great jingling of cow-bells as the men and boys moved about from farm to farm and gathered the cattle together. Rudolf was to take all the cows in the vil- lage to the mountain pastures for the summer. Carl and his friend Franz would help him in taking care of them. Carl's mother would make the cheese. In the autumn, they would bring the cows back and divide the cheese ac- cording to the number of cows each family owned. 27 28 Our Little Swiss Cousin It was a joyful time and well deserving a holiday. Almost every one in the village would keep the herder and his family com- pany on his way up the mountainside. Their food and cooking dishes must be carried; the cows must be kept in the right path, while their friends, who were leaving them for months, must be cheered and kept in good heart. At last everything was made ready. Brown Katze, the handsomest cow in the village, led the line. She tossed her head as though she could already sniff the fresh air of the uplands. How the bells jingled ! What gay songs rang out! Carl was a fine singer himself, and if you listened you could hear his voice above all the rest. The procession at first followed a narrow path through the woods. There were many beech and chestnut trees where Carl would go nutting in the fall. After a while these were 3o Our Little Swiss Cousin wide, overhanging roof on which great rocks were lying, here and there. They were needed to keep it from blowing off during the hard storms of the winter. Carl's father opened the door and looked carefully around to see if everything had remained safe since the summer before. Yes, it was all right; no one would know from the appearance that people had not been inside the room for eight months at least. There was the stove over which the milk would be heated before it could be made into cheese. The rough table stood in the corner, while at the farther end was a supply of hay to be used in case the cattle had need of it. It was a large room, but there were many low windows, so it would be bright and cheer- ful when the shutters had been taken down. Just back of this room was the stable, where the cows could find shelter at night. Shouldn't you think Carl would be lonely THE CHALET. 32 Our Little Swiss Cousin N few songs were sung with a hearty good-will. The time passed so quickly that the people came near forgetting how late it was growing when one of the party, standing in the door- way, heard the clock strike four. “Good friends, we must start homeward at once,” he cried. “Think of the long climb down and the dark path through the woods.” What a bustle and commotion there was now ! What hearty hand-shakings were given Then away they went, calling back from time to time, or blowing another farewell upon their horns when they were hidden from sight by the trees below. Carl and Franz turned to help Rudolf in the care of the cows, for the milking must be done before nightfall. Carl's mother made up fresh beds from the hay and put away the pro- visions. She would soon have plenty to do besides, for the cheese-making would be her work. The Mountain Pasture 33 “Carl,” she said to her boy that night, “you will be old enough to be a herder your- self before long. In four or five years you and Franz can bring the cows here to pasture by yourselves, and do all the work, too. You must learn how to make cheese this summer.” So it was that the two boys took their first lessons, and before many days they had be- come good helpers inside the house as well as outdoors. They would lift the great kettles of milk and place them over the fire to heat. At just the right moment, the rennet must be put in to curdle the milk and separate the curds from the whey. Now for the beating with a clean pine stick. Carl's strong arms could aid his mother well in this work, upon which the goodness of the cheese depended. “Well done,” the herder's wife would say. “It is easy enough to make cheese with two such good lads to help me.” 34 Our Little Swiss Cousin She was very fond of Franz, and loved him like a son. The faces of both boys grew bright when they were praised like this, and they were all the more eager to work. There was plenty to do yet, for the boiling and press- ing must come next. At last a big mould was ready to set away; but even now it must be watched and turned, day after day. Carl's mother proudly watched her store grow larger as the weeks passed by. Those cheeses would bring large sums of money, - at least, it seemed so to her. But, of course, the money would be divided among the dif- ferent families, according to the number of cows each sent to the pasture. One morning as Carl was watching the herd, he looked down the mountainside and saw a party of strangers coming up the winding path. Then he heard a voice call: “Hullo, hullo, little boy | Is your home 36 Our Little Swiss Cousin “Oh, my l’” said the little girl, “I believe I was never so hungry in my life before.” “Carl,” she went on, for his mother had told her his name, “do you ever carve little houses to look like this one? If you do, I will ask my father to buy one. He told me that Swiss boys do carve all sorts of things.” “I am sorry,” answered Carl, “but I never did work of that kind. Over to the west of us are villages where every one carves. The men do so as well as the boys. One family will make the toy houses all their lives; an- other will carve chamois and nothing else; still another will cut out toy cows. But we in our village have other work.” “But why don't the wood-carvers change? I should think they would get tired of always doing the same thing,” said Ruth, for this was the child's name. “I suppose they never think about it. It is hard work living among these mountains of The Mountain Pasture 37 ours. People wish to earn all they can, and if one makes the same kind of thing, over and over again, he learns how to do it very quickly.” “I understand now,” answered Ruth. “And I see, too, why the Swiss have such a queer way of making watches. One man in a village keeps making one part of the works; another man works steadily, year after year, on another part, and so on. All these different parts are sent to the factory in the city, and quickly put together into complete watches. That is what my father told me, and he must know, I’m sure.” “Yes, that is the work of the people around Geneva,” answered Carl. “I have never been to that city yet, but I hope to go there before long.” “We stayed there a week. Nearly every one I met spoke in French, while you talk ſ' 3rman all the time, Carl. That seems so The Mountain Pasture 39 beautiful I have ever seen. And father says we Americans can learn some good lessons from Switzerland. I shall understand more about that, however, when I am older.” “How long have you been here in Switzer- land P’’ Carl asked. “It is two months, I think. But we haven’t been travelling all the time. Mother wasn't well and we stayed most of the time at the queerest place I ever heard of. This was so mother could drink the waters and get cured.” “Do you remember the name of the place?” asked Carl. “Yes, it is called the Leuken Baths.” “I’ve often heard of those waters. They are boiling as they come bursting out of the ground, aren't they ’’ “Yes, but that is not the odd part of it, be- cause there are many other boiling springs in the world. It is the way that people are cured at these baths that made me laugh. Why, 4o Our Little Swiss Cousin Carl, some of them stay in the water all day long / They wear flannel gowns and sit soak- ing while they play games on floating tables, and even eat their dinners there. The men smoke, while the women laugh and chat. The hot water brings out a rash all over the body, and the blood, after a while, becomes purer.” Carl laughed when he pictured the food on floating tables and people sitting around them with only heads and shoulders out of water. “Did your mother do like these others ?” he asked, and he turned his head toward the beautifully dressed lady who sat talking with his parents. “No, she said that was too much, but she drank a good deal of the water, and she feels better than she has for years,” replied Ruth. “Come, come, my dear, we have stayed a long time. I fear we have kept these good people from their work. We must thank them, and go back to the town.” The Mountain Pasture 4 I It was Ruth's father who said these words. He was standing in the doorway, and ready to Start. “I shall not forget you, Carl,” said the little girl. “I shall often think of this little cottage up on the mountain, with the pretty flowers growing around it and the cows feeding near by.” After they had gone, Carl hastily picked a bunch of Alpine roses. “She thought they were beautiful,” he said to himself. “Perhaps she will press one of them, and keep it to remember me by.” Then with strong bounds and leaps the little boy overtook the party before they had gone very far. When he reached them, however, he was suddenly overcome with shyness. He hastily put the flowers into the hands of Ruth's mother, and was far away again before she could thank him. “He is a dear little fellow,” said the lady. 42 Our Little Swiss Cousin “He will make a strong man, and a good one, too, I believe. We will always keep these beautiful flowers. Perhaps we may come here again in a year or two, Ruth. Then we can tell Carl how much we thought of his little gift.” CHAPTER III. The school MASTER’s visit “Good news good news I’’ cried Carl, as he came running into the house, quite out of breath. “The schoolmaster is coming, mother. I know it must be he. Come, Franz, let's go to meet him.” The sun was just hiding his head behind the mountain-tops, and the little family were about to sit down to their evening meal. “Do go at once, my dear boys,” said Carl's mother. “Tell the good teacher how glad we are at his coming.” It was not a complete surprise, for the schoolmaster had promised Carl to spend a 43 44 Our Little Swiss Cousin week with him on the mountain pastures, if it were possible. Another place was quickly set at the table. In a few minutes the boys returned, and with them was a man with a kind face and a hearty voice. “Welcome, welcome ! my friend,” said Rudolf. “It is indeed a pleasure to see you here. What news is there from the good folks of our village 2" “They are all well, and send greetings. Even poor little Gretel, the cretin, seemed to understand where I was coming, and she sent you her love.” What is a cretin, you wonder A person of weak mind is so called in Switzerland. You often find such people who are not as bright as they should be. The mind is dull and dark, it cannot see and understand like others. Why is it that cretins are often found in the homes of the poor? Some think it is because The Schoolmaster's Visit 45 the Swiss are such hard workers, and yet do not have the nourishing food they should. “Have you been at home all summer ?” asked Rudolf. “No, I had business that took me over the St. Bernard Pass. It was a hard journey, even in this summer-time, for I travelled most of the way on foot.” “O, how I wish I could have gone with you,” cried Franz. “I have always longed to visit the good monks and see their brave dogs.” “It must be a terrible tramp over the mountain in winter,” the schoolmaster went on. “Yet every year there are some people who need to go that way at that season. How much worse it would be, however, if the monastery were not there, with the priests living in it and giving their lives to help others.” “They say that the cold is so great that the 46 Our Little Swiss Cousin monks cannot stand more than a few years of such a life,” said Rudolf. “It is true,” replied the schoolmaster. “Many of them die before their time, while others must after a while go down to warmer lands. The noble dogs that they raise stand the cold much better.” “I have often made a picture for myself of a snow-storm on the St. Bernard,” said Carl, thoughtfully. He had not spoken for a long time. “How the drifts pile up and fill the pathway. The snow falls thick and fast, and after a while the poor traveller cannot tell which way to turn. He grows cold and numb; he is quite tired out. At last he gives up hope, and perhaps he sinks down, and perhaps he loses all sense of where he is. Now is the very time that the good monks, watching the storin, loose the dogs. But first, food and reviving drink are fastened to the collars of the trusty animals. The Schoolmaster's Visit 47 “Off they bound, down the mountainside, scenting the air on every side. They under- stand their duty and work faithfully. They find the poor traveller in time to save his life and guide him to the home of the priests. Ah! how I love these good men and their faithful dogs.” “Your cheeks have grown quite rosy with the story, my boy,” said the schoolmaster. “The picture in your mind must be bright, indeed. But we cannot praise too highly both the monks and their loving deeds. Some- times, alas ! the dogs do not find the travellers in time, however. Then they can only drag their dead bodies to the monastery, where they will stay till friends of the travellers come to claim them. But enough of this sad thought for to-night; let us talk of other things.” “Dear master,” said Franz, “please tell us of other things you have seen this summer. We always love to hear your stories.” 48 Our Little Swiss Cousin “Let me see. O, yes, now I think of something that will interest you boys. I travelled for quite a distance with a hunter. He had been in search of chamois, but he says they are getting very scarce now. He was bringing home only one.” “It seems a shame to kill the poor crea- tures,” said Carl's father. “They are gentle and harmless, and take pleasure in living where others find only danger. Once I came suddenly upon a herd of them. They seemed to be having a game of chase together, and were frolicking gaily. But at the sound of my footstep they fled like the wind over the snow and ice. In a moment, almost, they were out of sight.” “Why can they climb where no one else is able to go?” asked Carl. “Behind each hoof there is another called the false hoof,” replied the schoolmaster. “I looked at those of the dead chamois the hunter The Schoolmaster's Visit 49 was carrying home. These extra hoofs give the creature the power to hold himself in places which would not be safe without their aid. Their bodies are very light and their legs are slim, while they seem to be entirely without fear of anything save men.” “Poor little things,” exclaimed Franz “We are taught to be kind to the bird, and to protect them in every way. I never in my life knew of a Swiss harming a bird's nest. We ought to be kind to the chamois as well. I once knew a boy who had a tame one for a pet. His father caught it when it was very young. It was the dearest little thing, following its master about just like a dog. In summer its hair was yellowish brown, but in winter it grew darker and was almost black.” “Did you know that the chamois always have a sentinel on guard while they are feed- ing 2" asked the schoolmaster. “No, sir,” said both boys together. 5o Our Little Swiss Cousin “Yes, it is true, the hunters have told me so. If this chamois guard hears the slightest sound or discovers even a footprint, he at once gives an alarm. Away flees the herd in search of safety. “But, dear me! it is growing late and you must be up early in the morning. Then you must show me your store of cheeses,” he added, turning to Carl's mother. “The cows are looking fine; they must enjoy the pastures here. And now, good night. May you all sleep well in the care of the loving Father.” In a few minutes every one in the little cottage was resting quietly. CHAPTER IV. THE BRAVE ARCHER It was a bright summer day. In the morn- ing Carl's father had said to the boys: “You may have a holiday and may go where you please with the schoolmaster. I will attend to the cows all the day.” So they had taken a lunch and had climbed to the summit of the mountain. Their kind teacher had told them stories of the flowers and the stones. “They never seemed so much alive to me before,” said Carl, as they sat resting on a big gray rock, far up above the pastures. “I like to hear you talk in school, dear master, but it is far better up here among the grand moun- tains and in the fresh air. Perhaps William Tell himself once stood on this very spot.” 5.I 52 Our Little Swiss Cousin “It is quite likely,” replied the school- master. “You know that his home was not many miles from our village. He was never so happy as when wandering among the moun- tains. Those were wonderful times in which he lived. But there is the same feeling now as then. We Swiss love freedom best of all, and are ever ready to give our lives for it, if there be need.” “How cruel the Austrians were ! They thought that because theirs was a large and powerful country they could do with us as they pleased. But they found themselves mistaken after awhile, didn't they ” said Franz. “Yes, my boy, but never forget that our freedom started in the work of three men, and three only, who joined together with brave hearts. They worked with no selfish feeling, and, before the end came, they had filled all Switzerland with the daring to be free.” “Yes, yes, we will always remember that. 54 Our Little Swiss Cousin Gessler,” cried Franz. “It seems to me only another name for cruel power. But is it pos- sible that he really had his hat stuck up on a pole in the market-place of Altdorf, and that every Swiss who passed by was ordered to bow down before it 2 ” “I believe so, although some people think the whole story of William Tell is only a legend, and that is a part of it. Our history shows, however, that this brave man really lived.” “Won't you repeat the story 2" asked Franz. “I love to hear it over and over again.” “Yes, if you like.” “After Gessler's hat had been stuck on the pole, William Tell was one of those who passed by. Bow before the hat of the cruel tyrant It was not to be thought of Tell took no notice of it whatever. He did not appear to know it was there. The Brave Archer 55 “Now it happened that one of Gessler's spies stood near by. He watched Tell closely. He sent word to his master at once that there was one Swiss who would not give him proper honour. You know what followed, my boys. Tell was seized and bound. “Gessler must have said to himself, ‘ I will make an example of this insolent peasant.” For Tell was brought before him and ordered to stand at a great distance from his little son and shoot at an apple on the boy's head. If he struck the apple he was to be allowed to go free. “Do you think Tell feared he could not do it? No, he was too good an archer. But his child was so dear to him that his very love might make his hand tremble. Think again the boy might move from fright, and then the arrow would enter his body instead of the apple on his head. “It was a terrible thing to think of. But 56 Our Little Swiss Cousin William Tell made ready for the trial. The time came. A crowd of people gathered to see the test. The boy did not move a mus- cle. The arrow went straight to its mark. The people shouted with joy. “Then it was that Gessler, who had been watching closely, noticed that Tell held a second arrow. “‘Why didst thou bring more than one, thou proud peasant 2' angrily asked the tyrant. “‘That I might shoot thee had I failed in cleaving the apple,’ was the quick answer. “‘Seize him Bind him hand and foot, and away with him to the dungeon l’ shouted the enraged governor. “His men seized Tell, and strong chains made the noble Swiss helpless. He was car- ried to a boat already waiting on the shore, for the dungeon was across the deep, blue waters of Lake Lucerne. The Brave Archer 57 “Ah ! how sad must have been the hearts of our people as they watched Gessler and his servants get into the boat and row away. They thought they would never see the brave archer again. “But this was not God’s will. A sudden storm arose before the party had gone very far. The wind blew fearfully, and the little boat was tossed about on the waves as though it were a feather. The rowers could not keep the boat in her course. It seemed as though, every moment, she would be dashed against the rocks and destroyed. Then it was that Gessler remembered that Tell was as skilful with a boat as he was with a bow and arrow. “‘Take off the peasant's chains, he cried. ‘Let him guide us to a safe landing-place. It is our only chance of being saved.” “Tell was made free. His quick mind told him what to do. He seized the oars, and 58 Our Little Swiss Cousin with strong strokes soon brought the boat close to the shore. Then, springing out, he pushed the boat off into the water. “Would Gessler be saved Tell wondered if it were possible. Then he said to himself, “If the tyrant is not destroyed, he must go home through the pass in the mountains.' “With this thought, he hurried up over the crags, and hid himself behind a great rock. He waited patiently. At last he heard foot- steps and voices. His enemy was drawing near. He stood ready with bent bow. As Gessler came into view, whizz! flew the arrow straight into the tyrant's heart! He could never again harm Switzerland or the Swiss.” “ Brave Tell ! Brave Tell !” shouted Carl. “Dear master, have you ever visited the chapel which stands to-day in honour of this great countryman of ours ?” “Yes, Carl, and when you come back to the lowlands in the fall, you shall visit it with me. 60 Our Little Swiss Cousin “Very well, then, you shall listen to the story of Arnold of Winkelried. “It was a time of great danger. The Aus- trians were pouring into our country. Their sol- diers, protected by the strongest steel armour, bore fearful weapons. Our people were poor, and had only slings or bows and arrows with which to defend themselves. What should be done? There was the Austrian army, closely drawn up, with shields glistening in the sun- light, — here were the Swiss, few and un- protected, but burning with love for their country. “It seemed as though all chance of saving Switzerland was hopeless. Then the brave Arnold spoke. “‘Friends,’ said he, ‘ I am ready to give my life for my country. I will rush into the ranks of our enemies and make an entrance for you. Be ready; follow with all your might, and you may throw them into confusion. You who The Brave Archer 6 I five after me must take care of my wife and children when I am gone.’ “There was not a moment to be lost. “‘Make way for Liberty l’ cried Arnold, then ran with arms extended wide, as if to clasp his dearest friend. “A hundred spears were thrust toward him. He gathered as many as he could in his hands and arms. They entered his body on all sides, but before the hero fell he had made an open- ing into the ranks of the enemy through which his comrades dashed. Thrown into confusion, the Austrians fled, and were driven out of our loved country. “Switzerland was saved for us, my lads, through the sacrifice of that noble man, Arnold von Winkelried. May you live to do him honour !” “I can see him now, as he rushed into the midst of the cruel Austrians,” cried Carl, jump- ing to his feet. “Noble, noble Arnold! I 62 Our Little Swiss Cousin do not believe any other land has such a hero. Dear master, I will try to be braver and truer all my life, and be ready to serve my country faithfully in time of need.” “I, too,” exclaimed Franz, “will be more of a man from this very moment.” “Well said, my dear boys. But come, it is growing late and you will be needed at home.” CHAPTER V. THE HAY MAKERS “Mother | mother here come the mow- ers,” called Carl, as he came toward the house with a pail of milk in each hand. The wooden milking-stool was still strapped around the boy's waist, and its one leg stuck out behind like a little stiff tail. You would have laughed at the sight, as did the two haymakers who had by this time reached the hut. “What, ho! Carl,” said one of the men, “are you changing into a monkey now you have come up to the highlands for the summer?” “I was so busy thinking,” replied the boy, “that I forgot to leave the stool in the stable when I had finished the milking. I am glad 63 64 Our Little Swiss Cousin you are here to-night. How does the work go?” “ Pretty hard, my boy, pretty hard, but I love it,” answered the younger man of the two mowers. “Still, I shouldn't advise you to be a haymaker when you grow up. It is too dangerous a business.” “It isn't such hard work gathering the hay in these parts as it is in most places,” said the older man. “Ah! many a time I have worked all day long on the edge of a preci- pice; it is a wonder I am living now.” “It is not strange that the law allows only one person in a family to be a haymaker,” said Carl’s mother, who had come to the door to welcome her visitors. “I am very glad my husband never chose the work. I should fret about him all through the summer. But come in, friends, and lay down your scythes. We are glad to see you.” The two mowers were on their way to 66 Our Little Swiss Cousin should happen, an accident, and probably a very bad one, too, would surely follow. When all the nets were filled, they would be stored in safe nooks until the snow should come. Then for the sport | For the mowers would climb the mountains with their sledges, load them with the nets full of hay, and slide down the slopes with their precious stores. “May I go with you when you collect the hay in November?” Carl asked his friends. “I won’t be afraid, and it is such fun travelling like the wind.” “It will take your breath away, I promise you,” said the boy's father. He had come into the house just in time to hear what was being said. “I will risk you, Carl, however. You would not be afraid, and he who is not afraid is generally safe. It is fear that causes most of the accidents. But come, my good wife has made the supper ready. Let us sit down; then we can go on talking.” The Haymakers 67 “How good this is l’” said one of the visitors, as he tasted the bread on which toasted cheese had been spread. Carl’s mother did not sit down to the table with the others. She had said to herself, “I will give the mowers a treat. They are not able to have the comforts of a home very often.” So she stood by the fire and held a mould of cheese close to the flames. As fast as it softened, she scraped it off and spread it on the slices of bread. Every one was hungry, so she was kept busy serving first one, then another. - She smiled at the men's praise. They told her they had spent the night before with two goatherds who lived in a cave. It was only a few miles away on the west slope of the mountain. “They have a fine flock of goats,” said one of the men, “and they are getting quantities of rich milk for cheese. But it cannot be 68 Our Little Swiss Cousin good for them to sleep two or three months in such a wretched place. They look pale, even though they breathe this fine mountain air all day long.” “Carl and Franz don't look sickly, by any means,” laughed Rudolf, as he pointed to the boys' brown arms. The sleeves of their leather jackets were short and hardly reached to their elbows. The strong sunshine and wind had done their work and changed the colour of the fair skin to a deep brown. “You will have good weather for haying, to-morrow,” said Franz, who was standing at the window and looking off toward a mountain- top in the distance. “Pilatus has his hood on to-night.” “A good sign, surely,” said Rudolf. “We shall probably see a fine sunrise in the morn- ing. You all know the old verse, “‘If Pilatus wears his hood, Then the weather's always good.” 70 Our Little Swiss Cousin lowed the Wise One to be put to death. He himself was to blame, for he could have saved Him. He could not put the thought out of his mind. At last, he could bear it no longer, and he ended his own life. “His body was thrown into the Tiber, a river that flows by the city of Rome. The river refused to let it stay there, for it was the body of too wicked a man, so it cast it up on the shore. Then it was carried to the Rhine, but this river would not keep it, either. What should be tried now P Some one said, “We will take it to the summit of a mountain where there is a deep lake, and drop it in the dark waters.” “It was done, and the body found a resting- place at last.” “You did not finish the story,” said Rudolf. “It is said that the restless spirit of Pilate is allowed to arise once each year and roam through the mountains for a single night on The Haymakers 71 a jet-black horse. On that night the waters of the lake surge and foam as if a terrible storm were raging.” “Are you going to the party to-morrow night?” asked the younger mower. “The goatherds told me about it. I wish we could be there, but our work is too far away. The villagers are getting ready for a good time.” “What party " cried Carl and Franz together. They were excited at the very idea. “Why, haven't you heard about it? You know there is a little village about two miles below the pasture where those goatherds live. The young folks have planned to have a dance and a wrestling match. I am surprised you have not heard about it. They expect all the herders and mowers to come from near and far. You will certainly be invited in the morning.” 72 Our Little Swiss Cousin ' And so it was. Before the cows were let out to pasture, a horn was heard in the dis- tance. “Hail, friends !” it seemed to call. Carl rushed into the house for his own horn and gave a strong, clear blast, then another and another. It was an answering cry of wel- come and good-will. A boy about twelve years old soon came into view. He wore a tight-fitting leather cap and heavy shoes with iron-spiked soles like Carl's. He came hurrying along. “There is to be a party at our village to- night,” he said, as soon as he was near enough for Carl to hear. “It will be moonlight, you know, and we will have a jolly time. All your folks must come, too.” Carl and Franz were soon talking with the boy as though they had always known him, yet they had never met before. “My folks came near forgetting there was The Haymakers 73 any one living here this summer,” the strange boy said. “They only thought about it last night, but they very much wish you to come.” He stayed only a few moments, as he had been told to return at once. “There is plenty to do, you know, to get ready for a party,” he said. “Besides, it will take me a good hour to go back by the short- est path around the slope, it winds up and down so much. But you will come, won't you?” Carl's father and mother were as much pleased by the invitation as were the boys. The milking was done earlier than usual, and the cows were locked up in the stable before the sunset light had coloured the snowy tops of the distant mountains. It was quite a long tramp for Carl's mother, but she only thought how nice it would be to join in dance and song again. The wrestling match took place in the afternoon. The father 74 Our Little Swiss Cousin would not have missed that for a good deal, so he left home three hours, at least, before the others. The boys stayed behind to help the mother in the milking and to show her the way to the village afterward. The party was a merry one. They drank cup after cup of coffee, and all the good old songs of Switzerland were sung with a will. Carl's mother showed she had not forgotten how to dance. Carl and Franz were too shy to join in the dancing, but it was fun enough for them to watch the others. Oh, yes, it was a merry time, and the moon shone so brightly that it lighted the path homeward almost as plainly as though it were daytime. “Next week we return to our own little vil- lage in the valley,” said Rudolf, as the family walked back after the party. “Our old friends will be glad to see us as well as the fine store of cheese we shall bring. Then for another merrymaking. Carl, you must show The Haymakers 75 us then what you learned at the gymnasium last year.” The boy's father was proud of Carl's strength and grace. “How fine it is,” he often said to himself, “that every school in our country has a gymnasium, so that the boys are trained in body as well as in mind. That is the way to have strong men to defend our country and to govern it. I will buy Carl a rifle for his very own. The boy deserves it, he has worked so hard and so well all summer. He can shoot well already, and I will train him myself this winter, and in a year or two more he can take part in the yearly rifle match. I am very glad I have a son.” CHAPTER VI. THE MARMOT It was the week after Carl got back to the village. What a busy day it had been for his mother | You would certainly think so if you had looked at the wide field back of the house. A great part of it was covered with the family wash. Sheets, sheets, sheets And piece after piece of clothing ! What could it all mean? And did this little family own so much linen as lay spread out on the grass to-day ? It was indeed so. In Carl's village it is the custom to wash only twice a year. Of course, chests full of bedding are needed to last six months, if the pieces are changed as often in Switzer- land as they are in our country. When Carl's mother was married, she 76 The Marmot 77 brought enough linen to her new home to last for the rest of her life. Carl's grandmother had been busy for years getting it ready for her daughter. A Swiss woman would feel ashamed if she did not have a large quantity of such things with which to begin housekeeping. When the washing had been spread out on the grass, Carl's mother went into the house feeling quite tired from her day's work. The two women who had been helping her had gone home. She sat down in a chair to rest herself, and closed her eyes. Just then she heard steps outside. “It is Carl getting home from school,” she thought, and she did not look up, even when the door opened. “Well, wife, we have caught you sleeping, while it is still day. Wake up, and see who has come to visit us.” She opened her eyes, and there stood not only her husband and Carl, but a dear brother 78 Our Little Swiss Cousin whom she had not seen for years. How de- lighted she was He had changed from a slim young fellow into a big, strong man. “O, Fritz, how glad I am to see you,” she cried. “Do tell us about all that has hap- pened. We have not heard from you for a long time. What have you been doing?” “I have spent part of my time as a guide among the highest mountains of the Alps. There is not much work of that kind to do around here; the passes are not dangerous, you know. Most of the travellers who come to this part of Switzerland are satisfied if they go up the Rigi in a train. But I have taken many dangerous trips in other parts of the country, and been well paid for them.” “Have you ever been up the Matterhorn?” asked Carl. “Only once, my boy. It was the most fearful experience of my whole life. I shudder when I think of it. There was a party of CLIMBING THE MATTER HORN. The Marmot 79 three gentlemen besides another guide and my- self. You know it is the shape of that moun- tain that makes it so dangerous to climb. It reaches up toward the heavens like a great icy wedge. “Of course, we had a long, stout rope to pass from one to another. It was fastened around the waist of each of us, as soon as we reached the difficult part. Our shoes had iron spikes in the soles to help us still more, while each one carried a stout, iron-shod staff. The other guide and myself had hatchets to use in cutting steps when we came to a smooth slope of ice. “Think of it, as we sit here in this cozy, comfortable room. There were several times that I was lowered over a steep, ice-covered ridge by a rope. And while I hung there, I had to cut out steps with my hatchet. “There was many a time, too, that only one of us dared to move at a time. In case the 8o Our Little Swiss Cousin footing was not safe, the others could pull him back if he made a misstep and fell.” “Did you climb that dangerous mountain in one day 2" asked Rudolf. “I thought it was impossible.” “You are quite right. We went the greater part of the distance the first day, and then camped out for the night. Early the next morning we rose to finish the fearful under- taking. And we did succeed, but I would never attempt it again for all the money in the world.” “O, Fritz, how did you feel when you had reached the summit : " asked Carl's mother. “In the first place, I was terribly cold. My heart was beating so rapidly I could scarcely think. It was not from fear, though. It was because the air was so thin that it made the blood rush rapidly through the lungs to get enough of it. The Marmot 81 “But I can never forget the sight that was before us. Everything we had ever known seemed so little now, it was so far below us. Towns, lakes, and rivers were tiny dots or lines, while we could look across the summits of other snow-capped peaks.” “Was it easy coming down 2" asked Carl, “that is, of course, did it seem easy beside the upward climb F * “I believe the descent was more terrible, my boy. It was hard to keep from growing dizzy, and it would have been so easy to make a false step and slide over some cliff and fall thou- sands of feet. I couldn't keep out of my mind the story of the first party who climbed to the summit of the Matterhorn.” “I do not wonder, my dear brother, the whole world sorrowed over their fate,” said Carl's mother. “Only think of their pride at succeeding, and then of the horrible death of four of the party.” 82 Our Little Swiss Cousin “Do tell us about it; I never heard the story,” said Carl. “A brave man named Whymper was deter- mined to climb the mountain,” answered his father. “Every one else had failed. He said to himself: ‘I will not give up. I will keep trying even if the storms and clouds and ice-walls drive me back again and again.” “He kept on trying, but each time with no success. At last Whymper formed a party with three Englishmen. They hired the trustiest guides known in the country, besides two men to carry the tents and provisions. After great trouble they reached the summit and planted a flag there to tell the story of their coming. “But on their way down one of the Englishmen slipped. He struck the guide as he fell and the two men hung over the precipice. They were fastened to the others by the rope; surely they could be saved The Marmot 83 But, alas ! the rope broke under the sudden weight. Not only those men, but two others, were swept down four thousand feet! “The others who were left were filled with such horror they could not move for a long while. Their skilful guide had been killed; could they descend the mountain safely now : It looked impossible; they were dizzy and faint. It seemed as though there were only one thing left: they would have to stay where they were till death should come. “After a while, however, their courage re- turned and they succeeded in reaching the foot of the mountain at last without any other accident, but with a sad and fearful story to tell of those who started out with them.” “I should think we would have heard of your climbing the Matterhorn, Fritz,” said Rudolf. “It was a great thing to do, and few have dared it. We are proud of you, indeed. 84 Our Little Swiss Cousin How would you have liked to be in your uncle's place, Carl’ ” “I wish I could have been with him, father. When I am older, I hope I may have a chance to do such daring deeds. I’ll be glad to try, anyway.” Carl's mother shivered, as she quickly said: “There are other kinds of brave deeds, Carl, which I hope you will be ever ready to do. Speak the truth and be an honest man in all things. That kind of bravery in you will satisfy me. But be willing for your mother's sake to stay away from icy moun- tain peaks.” The loving woman's eyes had filled with tears. Carl ran to her and put his arms around her neck. “Don’t fret, my dear mother, I will always try to do what you wish.” And he kissed her again and again. As he did so, he began to cough. The Marmot 85 “I believe Carl has the whooping-cough,” said his father. “He never had it when he was little, and every now and then he gives a regular whoop.” “I wish we had some marmot fat; that would cure him quickly,” said his mother. “At any rate, it would make him feel better.” “I have a bottle of the oil in my satchel,” said his uncle. “It is good for so many things, I keep it on hand. Here, Carl, open the bag and take a dose at once. I got it from the fat of the last marmot I killed.” “O, uncle, I never saw one in my life. I’ve heard so much about marmots, I would rather hear you tell about them than take the medicine.” “You may have both the medicine and the story, Carl. While we sit around the stove this evening you shall hear of the fun I have had hunting the shy little creature.” The Marmot 87 there. All through the long winter of six or eight months the marmot lies in his burrow and does not move. You would hardly call it sleep, though. The little creature scarcely breathes; if you should see him then, you would think he was dead. “But as soon as there is warmer weather he begins to rouse himseif. How thin he is now ! At the beginning of winter he was quite fat. That fat has in some wonderful way kept him alive through the long months.” “Does he stay in this burrow all alone, uncle 2 ” “O, no. Marmots live together in fami- lies in the summer-time, and when the time comes for a long rest, a whole family enter the burrow and stretch themselves out close to— gether on the hay.” “Where does the hay come from ?” asked one of the visitors. “Why, the marmots carry it into the bur- 88 Our Little Swiss Cousin row and line it as carefully as birds prepare their nests.” “I have heard,” said Rudolf, “that one marmot lies on his back and holds a bundle of hay between his legs, while two or three others drag him through the long tunnel into the burrow. That is the reason the hair is worn off the backs of so many of them.” Fritz held his sides with laughter. “Did you believe such a silly story as that, Rudolf? I thought you knew more about the animals of our mountains than that, surely. “When a marmot's back is bare, you may know it is because the roof of his burrow is not high enough. His hair has rubbed off against it as he moved while asleep.” “How large do the marmots grow?” asked Carl. “Are they pretty creatures, uncle; and are they clever?” “They are rather stupid, it seems to me, Carl, and they are not as pretty as squirrels. The Marmot 89 They are larger, however. The colour of their fur is a yellowish-gray. Their tails are short, like those of rabbits. They move about in a slow, clumsy way.” “Why are they so hard to catch, if that is so 2° said Carl’s mother. “While they are feeding, there is always one of them acting as a guard. He stands near the opening into the burrow, and gives a cry of alarm if he hears the slightest strange sound. Then all the others scamper with him through the passageway into their home.” “But can’t the hunters easily dig it out and reach them ** asked Carl. “Sometimes the tunnel that leads to the burrow is many feet long. A friend of mine unearthed one that was actually thirty feet from the outside opening of the burrow.” “How did you manage to catch them : You have killed quite a number, haven't you?” asked Rudolf. 90 Our Little Swiss Cousin “Yes, I have been quite successful, and this is the way I worked: If I found any tracks or signs of their burrows, I crept along very softly. I kept looking ahead in all directions. Away off in the distance, perhaps, I saw some- thing looking like a family of marmots asleep in the sunshine. “I crept nearer and nearer. I must not make a sound or I would lose my chance. At last, when I was close upon them, I lifted a stone and blocked the opening to their burrow. Then I whistled. The poor little things waked up too late and saw that their way home was cut off. They gave a shrill cry, like a whistle, and fled together into the nearest cranny. There they cowered while I drew near and pinned one of them to the ground. It was an easy matter to end its life after that. “If I wished to carry it home alive, I seized it by its hind legs and dropped it into a bag; the poor little thing was helpless then.” The Marmot Ot “You will stay with us for a while, won’t you, Fritz P’’ asked one of the neighbours. “You have been a long time away, and have been living a rough and dangerous life as a guide. It seems good, indeed, to see you back again.” “Yes, I shall rest here for a month or so with my good sister and Rudolf. Then I must be away among my mountains again. I am never so happy as when I am climbing some difficult slope.” - “It is growing late, friends,” said one of the visitors. “We must bid you good night, for to-morrow brings its work to each of us.” “Good night, good night, then. But let us first have a song in memory of old days,” said Fritz. All joined with a good-will. Half an hour afterward the lights were out in the little house and every one was settled for a good night's rest. CHAPTER VII. GLACIER AND AVALANCHE It was cold weather now. Some snow had already fallen, and Carl had helped his father and mother in getting ready for the long, cold winter. Uncle Fritz had been gone for quite a while, and the family had settled down to their old quiet life. One evening Carl was sitting by the big stove and telling his mother about the day's work at school, when the door opened, and who should stand there but Fritz. Carl rushed into his arms, exclaiming: “I knew you would come back, because you promised, Uncle Fritz.” “Yes, but I shall stay only a day or two. Then I must be off again. There is a little 92 Glacier and Avalanche 93 village up in the mountains about twenty miles away. I must go there before the weather grows any colder, for if a big snow-storm should come up it would make hard walking.” “Will you go all the way on foot, uncle 2" asked Carl. “I do believe you never ride in a train if you can help it.” Fritz laughed. “I must say I enjoy the walking best. But, anyhow, this time my way lies across country. How would you like to go too? I have to cross a glacier before I get there. Did you ever see a glacier, my boy " “No, Uncle Fritz, and I have always longed to do so. O, mother, may I go I will study hard at school, and make up all the lessons I lose while I am away.” “How long will you be gone, Fritz; " asked his sister. “Not over three days, if the weather is good; and after that I shall not stay in this 94 Our Little Swiss Cousin part of the country. I am going to Geneva, so it will be Carl's last chance for a long time to go with me.” In this way it came to pass that Carl went with his uncle. “Do take good care of him, Fritz,” the loving mother called, as the man and boy left the little cottage the next morning. “You know he is my only child.” “Never fear, sister. I will watch well, and try to keep danger away,” Fritz promised. Soon after the two travellers had left the village, the way became quite rough. Fritz told many stories of his wild life as a guide, and Carl was so interested he had no time to think about himself. After three hours of hard walking, the two travellers stopped to rest and eat the lunch of bread and cheese Carl's mother had given them. A long tramp was still before them, and the way grew rougher at every step. The -> WAS A RIVER OF SOLID ICE (4 IT Glacier and Avalanche 95 sun was just setting when the little mountain village at last came in sight. It looked, at first, like a small bunch of black dots high up on the steep slope before them. But before it could be reached, the glacier must be crossed. It was a river, indeed, but not like most other rivers in the world. It was a river of solid ice When it first came in sight, it seemed like a broad, smooth sheet. Carl Was a little bit disappointed. He turned to his uncle, and said: - “I don't see anything wonderful or danger- ous in a glacier, I’m sure.” “Wait till you get a little nearer,” was the answer. “It is not as easy to cross it as it at first seems.” “Why does it stay a river of ice all the time, uncle 2 I should think it would melt in the summer-time, and be like other rivers,” Carl went on. 96 Our Little Swiss Cousin “High up in the mountains the snow stays all the year round. You know that?” “O, yes, Uncle Fritz.” “Very well, then. The mass gets heavier and heavier, and much of it is gradually changed into ice.” “Yes, I know that, too.” “The great weight makes it begin to slide down. It comes very slowly, of course, – so slowly that it does not seem to move at all. But it does move, and brings with it rocks and trees and whatever is in its way.” “I see now why it is called a river of ice, uncle. But it doesn’t move as fast in the winter as in the summer, does it?” “O, no, it can hardly be said to move at all during the coldest months of the year. In the summer-time, however, it moves much faster than it seems to do. I have been crossing a glacier more than once when I was suddenly startled by a tremendous noise. It would Glacier and Avalanche 97 seem like the roar of thunder; but as the sky was clear, it was certainly not thunder. It was a sound made by the glacier itself as it passed over uneven ground. It is very likely that deep cracks opened in the ice at the same time, making a noise like an explosion. “But here we are, my dear, on the edge of the ice river. Don't you think now that it is a wonderful sight?” “Yes, indeed. How beautiful the colour is . It is such a lovely blue. But dear me ! look at this mass of rocks all along the edge. The glacier is a giant, isn't it, to make these great stones prisoners and bring them along in its course 2 They look strong and ugly, yet they are helpless in its clutches. It isn't easy walking over them, either, is it?” After some hard climbing they found them- selves on the glacier. It was not smooth, as Carl had at first thought, but was often cut into deep furrows or piled into rough masses. 98 Our Little Swiss Cousin “Look out, now, Carl. We must cross that deep chasm ahead of us very carefully. It is wider than it looks. Here ! Follow me.” Fritz led the way to a place where the chasm was narrow enough for him to spring across with the aid of his mountain staff. Carl followed, while Fritz reached over from the other side and seized the boy as he landed. Carl laughed. He wasn't the least bit fright- ened. - “I think you did that because of what mother said, Uncle Fritz. You act as though I were a child, but I am very sure-footed and have been in slippery places before.” “No doubt of that, Carl. You are a brave boy, too. But it is very easy to make a mis- step in such a place. I shouldn't like it very much if you were down at the bottom of that chasm at this moment. It wouldn't be easy getting you up again, even though it is not deep.” Glacier and Avalanche 99 Here and there the two travellers met little streams of water flowing along over the surface. The day had been quite warm for this time of the year, the ice had melted a little, and the water was running off in these Stream S. “O, uncle, look 1" cried Carl, as they came near another chasm in the glacier. “Here is another bridge of ice over which we can cross. How clear it is ; it looks like glass.” By this time the moon was shining in all her glory. “It is like fairy-land,” said Carl to himself as he looked back at the glacier which they were just leaving, and then onward to the mountain-tops in the distance, lighted -1p by the soft yellow light. “The mountains are God's true temples, aren't they ” said Fritz, after a few moments. “But come, my dear, it is getting late. We must move quickly now, even though we are tired. The lights in the village above us are 745909 A Ioo Our Little Swiss Cousin calling, “ Hurry, hurry, good people, before we sleep for the night !” It had been a long, hard day, but Carl had enjoyed every moment. That night as he lay in the warm bed prepared for him, he thought it all over before he slept. - How kind these new friends were, too. Although he and his uncle had reached the village so late, a warm supper was made ready for them at once and everything done for their comfort. Why, the good woman of the house had even taken a hot stone from the hearth and put it into Carl's bed. “I want you to sleep warm, my boy,” she said, as she kissed him good night, “and it must be colder up here than in your own home in the valley.” The next day Carl had a chance to look around the little village. You would hardly call it a village, either. There were only six or eight houses. Their roofs were weighted down Glacier and Avalanche IOI with rocks, like the cottage where Carl had stayed through the summer. It was the only way to be sure of safety, for the winter winds blew fiercely here; Carl knew that. There were long months when the cows must stay in their stable, week after week. “But how neat the barn is l’’ exclaimed the boy. “It is almost like a sitting-room. Your father has a table and chairs here, as though he stayed here a good deal of the time.” - “Yes, father likes his cattle so much, he wishes to be with them all he can,” answered Marie, who was the only child in the house where Carl and his uncle were staying. “Don’t you think our cows are lovely, and did you notice the big black one in the first stall? She is the queen of the herd. Father let me name her, and so l called her “Marie,’ after myself.” “O, yes, I noticed her first of all,” answered IO2 Our Little Swiss Cousin Carl. “I should think you would like it here better in summer than in winter. Aren't you ever afraid of avalanches, Marie; " “Yes, indeed, Carl. Sometimes I lie awake and tremble all night. I can't help it. That is when the wind blows very hard and the house rocks to and fro. Then I think of the great drifts of snow above us on the mountain. What if they should start down and come in this direction There would be an end of us; the whole village would be buried. “Once last winter, I was wakened by a terrible noise. I knew what it was at once. It was an avalanche. It was coming this way with a sound like thunder. I ran into mother's room; she and father were on their knees, praying. The danger lasted only a few minutes and then all was still. But, do you know, Carl, in the morning we had sad news. “The house of a neighbour had been carried away. His cattle were buried somewhere in Io.4 Our Little Swiss Cousin “Then you will be just as safe as I am in my home in the valley.” “Carl, Carl where are you?” The words came from the direction of the house. It was Carl’s uncle, who had wondered what had become of the boy. The children came hurry- ing out of the barn. “It is growing dark, my dear, and I was afraid you had wandered off somewhere,” said Fritz. “I promised your mother to look out for you, Carl, so you see I am doing my duty. Come into the house now. We will have a pleasant evening with our good friends. Then, with morning light, we must start on our homeward way.” That night many stories were told of the fairies and the gnomes. It is no wonder that when Carl went to sleep he dreamed he was living in a cave with the fairies, and that the gnomes brought him a pile of gold heavy enough to make him rich all the rest of his life. CHAPTER VIII. SANTA CLAUS NIGHT It was two weeks before Christmas. Carl had been back from his visit to the mountain village for more than a month. No harm had come to him on his way home, although heavy snow had fallen, which made hard walking. It was worst of all in crossing the glacier, but the boy's uncle took great care, and no accident came to either of them. And now the joyful day had come which Carl liked best of all the year. He had saved up money for months beforehand to buy presents for his parents and his friend Franz. What would he receive, himself? He thought sometimes, “I wonder if father will buy me a rifle. He thinks I can shoot pretty IoS IO6 Our Little Swiss Cousin well now, I know that. But a rifle of my own That would be too good to be true.” It was the custom of Carl's village to have the Christmas tree on Saint Claus's Day, two weeks before the real Christmas Day. They did not wait for the time at which we give the presents. Christmas was a holiday, of course, but it was somewhat like Sunday; everybody went to church. There was a sermon, and a great deal of music. Saint Claus's Day was the time for fun and frolic. Good children looked forward to that day with gladness; but the bad children dear me! they trembled for fear they would be carried off to some dreadful place by Saint Claus's servant. All the day before Carl was greatly excited. He could hardly wait for night to come, but it did come at last. The supper-table was scarcely cleared before a loud knocking and stamping of feet could be heard outside. Santa Claus Night 107 Rudolf hurried to open the door, while Carl clapped his hands. Who should enter but a jolly-looking old fellow with rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes. He was dressed from head to foot in furs. Surely this was Santa Claus himself. There was a great pack of goodies on his back. Carl could see the red apples and bags of candy sticking out. But who was the creature that followed Santa Claus His face was black, his clothes were black, everything about him was black as soot. He carried a broom over his shoulder. “This is my servant,” said Santa in a big, strong voice. “I hope the child in this house has been good. I just called at a place where there was a boy who had not minded his mother. I was going to let my servant carry him off, but he promised to be good, so I for- gave him this time.” Santa Claus tried to scowl fiercely while he said these words. Io8 Our Little Swiss Cousin “Have you been a good boy?” he cried, suddeq'v turning toward Carl. “O, wes, sir, I have tried hard,” answered the boy, who was half afraid, although, some- how, this same Santa Claus spoke very much like a friend of the family who lived near by. “Very well, then.” With this, Santa cov- ered the floor with nuts and fruit which he shook out of his pack. A party of men who had followed him and his servant into the house, and were dressed up in all sorts of funny ways, laughed and joked with Carl's father and mother. After a few moments of fun, Santa Claus went away, first wishing the boy and his par- ents good night and a merry day on the mor- row. They had many more calls to make before their work would be done, and they must hurry on their way, they said. When the door was closed, Carl said, “Father, I don’t believe that is the real Santa Santa Claus Night IO9 Claus; it is neighbour Hans, who has dressed up like him. I knew his voice, too.” Carl danced around the room laughing, while his father and mother laughed, too. “When I was a little tot,” Carl went on, “I used to be scared, I tell you. I was afraid of doing naughty things all the year for fear mother would tell Santa Claus, and his servant would then sweep me away with his broom. Oh, I know better now.” And Carl ran first to his father, and then to his mother, and gave each of them a hearty kiss. The next morning, when he came down- stairs, there was the dearest little fir-tree in the corner of the room, and under it lay some mit- tens and stockings, besides the rifle for which Carl had hoped and longed. “Santa Claus helped me get them,” said Rudolf, and they all sat down to breakfast laughing at the merry joke. CHAPTER IX. THE WONDERFUL ABBEY It was the beautiful spring-time, and the country had begun to look green and fresh again after the long months of snow and frost. “Carl, my dear, how would you like to go on a pilgrimage to the Blessed Abbey ’’ asked his father one night as they finished milking the cows. “Easter Sunday is almost here, and the people of the village are talking of going to Einsiedeln together.” “O, father, that would make me happier than anything else in the world. What a fine time we can have And only to think that I can see the place with my own eyes. Do you really mean it?” IIo The Wonderful Abbey I 11 “Yes, my boy, but do you think you can walk so far without getting tired out?” Carl laughed. “Look at me, father; see how I have grown since last summer,” and the boy stretched to make himself seem as tall as possible. “Very well, then. Your mother knows about it, and is getting things ready for the journey now.” The next three days Carl could think of nothing else. He was full of excitement. The night before they were to start, he said to his father: “Please tell me the story of the Wonderful Abbey again. I wish to have the picture still brighter in my mind as we journey along our way to-morrow.” Rudolf leaned back in his chair. His face was lighted by a happy smile as he said: “Carl, my dear child, I love to think of the good souls who have made this world so beau- The Wonderful Abbey I I3 thought he must have a store of gold hidden away, and they wished to get it. The holy man gave them food and drink, but what do you think these wicked men did in return for such kindness? They cruelly murdered him Then, finding no money, they hurried away. “Meinrad had two birds who kept him company in the lonely forest. They were ravens, and had grown very tame, loving their master dearly. “When the murderers fled, these birds followed them down the mountainside, across the lake, and into the town. The men stopped at an inn for food and rest. The birds flapped their wings against the windows, and kept up shrill cries. Every one in the inn wondered what it could mean. When this had kept up for several hours, the men thought, ‘This is a warning to us from Heaven. We will confess what we have done.’ “They told the fearful story, and were put I 14 Our Little Swiss Cousin to death by the angry people who heard it. Ever since that time the place has been called the Ravens' Inn, and two ravens were carved out of stone and placed upon the wall. When we go to Zurich, Carl, you shall see those stone ravens, for they are still there.” “Now, please tell me about the holy abbey, father,” said Carl, “and how it was blessed by the angels.” “After a while,” his father went on, “the priests, who had heard the story of Meinrad's death, decided to build a grand church. It was to be on the very spot where Meinrad's cell had stood and he had been murdered. It was a beautiful building. When it was entirely finished, bishops and knights came to conse- crate it to the Lord. People gathered from far and near to listen to the service. “Now, it was the custom of the good Bishop Conrad to pray at midnight. On the night before the great day of consecration, he The Wonderful Abbey II 5 arose for his usual prayer, and, as he did so, was surprised to hear beautiful music in the air around him. He listened closely. Be- hold it was the chorus of angels; they were consecrating the chapel. He bowed his head in wonder and awe. “The next morning, when the people had come together for the sacred service, the bishop waited in silence till nearly noon, and then he told the crowd of listeners what had happened during the night. There was noth- ing for him to do now; the angels had already made this a holy place. “But the people would not, could not, believe it. They still pressed the bishop to go on with the service. At last, he felt that he could not satisfy them in any other way, so had already begun, when a clear voice was heard to say, ‘Brother, do not go on; for see, it is already consecrated.’ “Then the people were able to understand The Wonderful Abbey I 17 Rudolf, with his wife and Carl, was joined by several others of the village people. Franz was among them, together with his parents. There were many, many miles to walk, and several days must be spent upon the way. The nights were passed at taverns along the roadside. As our friends journeyed onward, they were joined by other parties, all going in the same direction, — to the abbey blessed by the angels. In one party there was a blind man, who hoped to see again after he had drunk from the wonderful fountain. In another, there was a person who was lame, and who moved pain- fully along on crutches. He believed he would be able to leave these crutches behind him if he could once reach the abbey. As Carl drew nearer and nearer, he could see that thousands and thousands of people were all going the same way. And now as they began to climb the mountainside, there were crosses at every turn in the road. He The Wonderful Abbey I I9 But best of all was the precious image of the Divine Child and His mother. It was only a clumsy-looking little wooden figure, and was black with age, but it was adorned with precious stones that sparkled brilliantly. Before Carl entered the sacred building, he first stopped at the fountain, and drank from each one of the fourteen spouts. This alone would make his life better, he thought. But after he had received a blessing from the priest within the church, and had touched the marble on which the image of Jesus rested, he could go away perfectly happy. There were many small inns in the village, and you may be sure that they were well filled at this time. Carl's family were together with their friends at one of them, and they had a merry time. When they were well rested, however, Carl's father said to the boy: “We will take a trip to Zurich before going home. It is only a few miles away, and I I2O Our Little Swiss Cousin promised to show you the stone ravens, you know. An old friend of mine lives right on the shore of the lake, and he will be glad to have us lodge with him.” What a lively place Zurich seemed to the little country boy. Every one was so busy, and there was so much going on all the time. “Why is it such a busy place, father?” asked Carl. “It is largely because of the business in silk, Carl. We do not raise silk in Switzer- land; it is too cold. But the cocoons are brought here from Italy, and thousands of people are kept busy in spinning, weaving and dyeing the precious stuff. “The wife of my good friend is at her loom every moment she can spare from the work of her house. But she tells me the pay is very poor, yet the rich man who gives her the work sells the silk for great prices. Ah! it is hard to be poor.” ON THE LAKE, The Wonderful Abbey 121 Yes, it was true. Nearly every little home around the lake had its loom, and one could hear the whirr and the click in the houses as he passed along. Carl took trips on the pretty steamboats on the lake. They had been built in the city and Rudolf took the boy to the shipyard where others were being made. “All the iron steamers of Switzerland are built here,” he said, “besides others which are sent to Italy and Austria. Yes, it is a great and busy place.” “Our schoolmaster told us once that people call these lakes of ours ‘the eyes of the earth.' Don't you think that is a pretty idea, father ? They are very bright and clear, as they lie walled in between the mountains. “And, father, he says that there were people living on these lakes ages and ages ago. It was before any history was written, even.” I 22 Our Little Swiss Cousin “Then how do they know that such people lived on the lakes P’’ asked Rudolf. “Whole rows of piles have been discovered under the water. Many were found right here in Lake Zurich. They must once have reached up much higher, but have rotted away !” “Is that the only proof that people built their houses out over the water, Carl P’’ “O, no, the schoolmaster says that many tools have been found in the beds of earth between the piles. They were almost all of stone. Besides these, there were things to use in housekeeping, and nets for fishing, and cloth, and even embroidery.” “Dear me ! I never happened to hear of these strange people before,” exclaimed Ru- dolf. “What name did the master give them, Carl P.” “He called them Lake-dwellers, because they built their houses out over the water.” The Wonderful Abbey I 25 coming. What a lovely time I have had. 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BREITENBAcH. 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . - . $1.50 An unusually interesting story of how Eleanor Tracy spent a wonderful summer on a houseboat. A—13 BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE STORIES OF NEWSBOY LIFE By JAMEs OTIs Each 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated, per volume . - - . $1.25 JENNY WREN'S BOARDING. HOUSE “Distinctively a story of newsboy life in New York, and Mr. Otis very quickly finds his way to the sensitive and loving heart that beats under the ragged and torn coat of the little boy who is untiring in his efforts to sell his papers and thereby earn a mere pittance to sustain life.” — Boston Herald. TEDDY AND CARROTS; Oh, Two Mench ANTs of NEWSPAPER Row. His newsboys are real and wide-awake, and his story abounds with many exciting scenes and graphic incidents. THE BOYS' REVOLT A story of the street arabs of New York. “This is the story of a strike of bootblack boys in the city of New York and it contains stirring scenes and incidents.” — The Christian Register. JERRY'S FAMILY The story of a street waif of New York. It is written in the author's best vein, the scene being one in which he has won many brilliant successes, i.e., picturing life among the street arabs of New York. THE PRINCESS AND JOE POTTER “The secret of the author's success lies in his wonder- ful sympathy with the aspirations of child-life, his truth- ful delineation of life among the children who act as his object lessons.” – New York Sun. LARRY HUDSON'S AMBITION “The book is written with brisk and deft cleverness.” — New York Sun. “An attractive story, with a healthy outdoor atmos- º —New York Commercial Advertiser. —15 ! º | |