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Hans Brinker, or the Silver Skates Book and Charm

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Chapter One Hans and Gretel

On a bright December morning long ago, two thinly clad children were kneeling upon the bank of a frozen canal in Holland.

The sun had not yet appeared, but the gray sky was parted near the horizon, and its edges shone crimson with the coming day. Most of the good Hollanders were enjoying a placid morning nap; even Mynheer von Stoppelnoze, that worthy old Dutchman, was still slumbering "in beautiful repose."

Now and then some peasant woman, poising a well-filled basket upon her head, came skimming over the glassy surface of the canal; or a lusty boy, skating to his day's work in the town, cast a good-natured grimace toward the shivering pair as he flew along.

Meanwhile, with many a vigorous puff and pull, the brother and sister, for such they were, seemed to be fastening something to their feet — not skates, certainly, but clumsy pieces of wood narrowed and smoothed at their lower edge, and pierced with holes, through which were threaded strings of rawhide.

These queer-looking affairs had been made by the boy Hans. His mother was a poor peasant woman, too poor even to think of such a thing as buying skates for her little ones. Rough as these were, they had afforded the children many a happy hour upon the ice; and now, as with cold, red fingers our young Hollanders tugged at the strings — their solemn faces bending closely over their knees — no vision of impossible iron runners came to dull the satisfaction glowing within.

In a moment the boy arose and, with a pompous swing of the arms and a careless "Come on, Gretel," glided easily across the canal.

"Ah, Hans," called his sister plaintively, "this foot is not well yet. Thestrings hurt me on last market-day; and now I cannot bear them tied in the same place."

"Tie them higher up, then," answered Hans, as without looking at her he performed a wonderful cat's-cradle step on the ice.

"How can I? The string is too short."

Giving vent to a good-natured Dutch whistle, the English of which was that girls were troublesome creatures, he steered toward her.

"You are foolish to wear such shoes, Gretel, when you have a stout leather pair. Your clogs would be better than these."

"Why, Hans! Do you forget? Father threw my beautiful new shoes in the fire. Before I knew what he had done they were all curled up in the midst of the burning peat. I can skate with these, but not with my wooden ones. Be careful now --"

Hans had taken a string from his pocket. Humming a tune as he knelt beside her, he proceeded to fasten Gretel's skate with all the force of his strong young arm.

"Oh! oh!" she cried in real pain.

With an impatient jerk Hans unwound the string. He would have cast it upon the ground in true big-brother style, had he not just then spied a tear trickling down his sister's cheek.

"I'll fix it — never fear," he said with sudden tenderness; "but we must be quick. Mother will need us soon."

Then he glanced inquiringly about him, first at the ground, next at some bare willow branches above his head, and finally at the sky, now gorgeous with streaks of blue, crimson, and gold.

Finding nothing in any of these localities to meet his need, his eye suddenly brightened as, with the air of a fellow who knew what he was about, he took off his cap and, removing the tattered lining, adjusted it in a smooth pad over the top of Gretel'sworn-out shoe.

"Now," he cried triumphantly, at the same time arranging the strings as briskly as his benumbed fingers would allow, "can you bear some pulling?"

Gretel drew up her lips as if to say, "Hurt away," but made no further response.

In another moment they were all laughing together, as hand in hand they flew along the canal, never thinking whether the ice would bear them or not, for in Holland ice is generally an all-winter affair. It settles itself upon the water in a determined kind of way, and so far from growing thin and uncertain every time the sun is a little severe upon it, it gathers its forces day by day, and flashes defiance to every beam.

Presently, squeak! squeak! sounded something beneath Hans' feet. Next his strokes grew shorter, ending oft-times with a jerk, and finally, he lay sprawling upon the ice, kicking against the air with many a fantastic flourish. "Ha! ha!" laughed Gretel. "That was a fine tumble!" But a tender heart was beating under her coarse blue jacket, and, even as she laughed, she came, with a graceful sweep, close to her prostrate brother.

"Are you hurt, Hans? Oh, you are laughing! Catch me now" — And she darted away, shivering no longer, but with cheeks all aglow, and eyes sparkling with fun.

Hans sprang to his feet and started in brisk pursuit, but it was no easy thing to catch Gretel. Before she had traveled very far, her skates too began to squeak.

Believing that discretion was the better part of valour, she turned suddenly and skated into her pursuer's arms.

"Ha! ha! I've caught you!" cried Hans.

"Ha! ha! I caught you," she retorted, struggling to free herself.

Just then a clear, quick voice was heardcalling, "Hans! Gretel!"

"It's Mother," said Hans, looking grave in an instant.

By this time the canal was gilded with sunlight. The pure morning air was very delightful, and skaters were gradually increasing in numbers. It was hard to obey the summons. But Gretel and Hans were good children; without a thought of yielding to the temptation to linger, they pulled off their skates, leaving half the knots still tied. Hans, with his great square shoulders, and bushy yellow hair, towered high above his blue-eyed little sister as they trudged homeward. He was fifteen years old and Gretel was only twelve. He was a solid, hearty-looking boy, with honest eyes, and a brow that seemed to bear a sign, goodness within, just as the little Dutch summerhouse wears a motto over its portal. Gretel was lithe and quick; her eyes had a dancing light in them, and while you looked at her cheek the color paled and deepened just as it does upon a bed of pink and white blossoms when the wind is blowing.

Synopsis:

The classic story of Hans Brinker and his pursuit to win a pair of silver skates is told in this paperback edition that includes a chain and charm. Consumable.

Synopsis:

The music has commenced ... Where are the racers?

All assembled together near the white columns.

It is a beautiful sight. Forty boys and girls in picturesque

attire darting with electric swiftness in and out among

each other, or sailing in pairs and triplets, beckoning,

chatting, whispering in the fullness of youthful glee.

In a little Dutch village covered in snow, Hans Brinker and his sister, Gretel, glide down the canals on hand-carved wooden skates. Metal skates are much too expensive. Even so, they are two of the best skaters around. A race is announced with two grand prizes: a pair of skates for a boy and another for a girl. Hans and Gretel enter, but will they win the silver skates?

Product Details

ISBN:
9780060536572
Publisher:
HarperFestival
Location:
New York, NY
Author:
Dodge, Mary Mapes
Subject:
Classics
Subject:
Children's 9-12 - Literature - Classics / Contemporary
Subject:
Brothers and sisters
Subject:
Netherlands
Subject:
Sports & Recreation - Winter Sports
Subject:
Ice skating
Subject:
General Juvenile Fiction
Edition Description:
Harperfestival Paperback
Series:
Charming Classics
Series Volume:
99/474
Publication Date:
20030923
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
from 3 to 7
Language:
English
Pages:
304
Dimensions:
7.32x4.28x.81 in. .45 lbs.
Age Level:
08-12

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Product details 304 pages HarperFestival - English 9780060536572 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , The classic story of Hans Brinker and his pursuit to win a pair of silver skates is told in this paperback edition that includes a chain and charm. Consumable.
"Synopsis" by ,
The music has commenced ... Where are the racers?

All assembled together near the white columns.

It is a beautiful sight. Forty boys and girls in picturesque

attire darting with electric swiftness in and out among

each other, or sailing in pairs and triplets, beckoning,

chatting, whispering in the fullness of youthful glee.

In a little Dutch village covered in snow, Hans Brinker and his sister, Gretel, glide down the canals on hand-carved wooden skates. Metal skates are much too expensive. Even so, they are two of the best skaters around. A race is announced with two grand prizes: a pair of skates for a boy and another for a girl. Hans and Gretel enter, but will they win the silver skates?

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