Holiday Chaplet of Stories, A.L.O.E. by Charlotte Maria Tucker

ISBN: 9781151419187

Published: January 19th 2012


86 pages


Holiday Chaplet of Stories,  by  A.L.O.E. by Charlotte Maria Tucker

Holiday Chaplet of Stories, by A.L.O.E. by Charlotte Maria Tucker
January 19th 2012 | Paperback | PDF, EPUB, FB2, DjVu, AUDIO, mp3, RTF | 86 pages | ISBN: 9781151419187 | 8.68 Mb

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867. Excerpt: ... f ittle Manbmr. not tease that poor creature, said a gentleman to an idle boy who vas throwing pebbles at a watchdog chained in a yard, laughing as he made him bark, and growl, and strain at his chain.

It is unjust to torment him, for the dog harms no one- it is cruel, for it gives needless pain- it is cowardly, for were he not chained you would not dare to provoke him. Hes but a dog, muttered the boy. Ever since I owed my life to a dog, said the gentleman, I never could bear to see one ill-treated. How could you owe your life to a dog? asked the boy, with a little surprise. When I was a boy, said the gentleman, I did not always live in England, but spent some months with my parents on the lower part of a mountain of the Alps which is named St.

Bernard. We lived in a pretty wooden cottage, there called a chalet, with a roof very steep and sloping, to let the snow fall off it, and heavy stones at the corners to prevent the winds blowing it away. What a strange place to live in, said the boy. Higher up on the mountain was a great stone building, called the Monastery of St. Bernard, where a number of monks used to live. I had heard that these monks were kind to travellers passing along that wild, cold, dreary mountain, and that they kept dogs to help them in finding poor people lost in the snow- but I had--at the time that 1 am speaking of--never been so high as the monastery, for being but a child, I had not had the strength to go so far.

Had you a happy life there 1 asked theboy. It was a wild, free, pleasant life. I loved to climb as high as I could, and pluck the pretty pink and purple flowers that grew on the soft green moss, and look at the glorious mountains around, when the glow of sunset reddened their peaks of snow. But I was...

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