. St. Nikolaus [Serial]. von Anold, gebrochen - in der Nähe downpier. Mit dem vorgeschriebenen war ziemlich deepthere; aber die beamwas stark, und Rob, Stout andbrave, nt mindit an allen, und so sagte. Nicht bewegen nun, mein kleiner Mann! Brudder Callbig, wenn müde, saidJohn exultingly, Ashe ging zurück zu hisreading. Eine thatnow wouldhave soll armen Rob wasout von everybodysway, für einmal. Butno! In wenigen mo-mente der großen brud-der sah fromhis Buch und, Pfeifen, sprang tohis Füße, schreiend: Hi! Wenn Rob ist einer seiner ntin fixesagain! Es setzte Rob, hilflos, auf Verstärkungsblechs des Trägers; seine Armen littlefeet baumelt.

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. St. Nicholas [serial]. of anold, broken - downpier close by. Thewater was quite deepthere; but the beamwas strong, and Rob, who was stout andbrave, did nt mindit at all, and said so. Dont move now, my little man ! Callbig brudder whenyou get tired, saidJohn exultingly, ashe went back to hisreading. Any one wouldhave supposed thatnow poor Rob wasout of everybodysway, for once. Butno! In a few mo-ments the big brud-der looked up fromhis book, and, witha whistle, sprang tohis feet, crying: Hi! If Rob is ntin one of his fixesagain ! There sat Rob, helpless, on thebeam ; his poor littlefeet dangling overthe rough waters, anda great sea-gull fly-ing into his face, asif to drive him away. Rob was so used to notbeing wanted, that he took it quite as a matter ofcourse, until the gull came too very, very close;and then he screamed so loud that John, who wasabout to rescue him, asked if he wanted to make afellow deaf ? This John was a queer fellow, too. He was tenyears old, and a book-worm. He read, morning, Vol. VII.—*.. SOMETHING GOES WRONG WITH NELL, noon and night. It was almost impossible for anyone but Rob to make him hear, when once he be-came absorbed in a book. The door-bell mightring, his mother might call, the fire might go out, the daylight might fade slowly away ; and still Johnwould not look up. There is a story that once he sat down in theswing and beganLittle Men, andwhen at last hereached the last wordof the book andlooked up, he founda fine spider-webstretching from hisknee to the ground.You can imagine howoften he got intotrouble. The historyof his school-dayswould make almost atragedy. Everythingwentwrongwithhim, he said, from morn-ing till night; all be-cause he had no eyesnor ears for anythingbesides the book hehappened to be read-ing on the sly. If hewas set to watch thebaby, the poor littlething would find thescissors, or put feath-ers into its mouth, orclimb into the coal-scuttle, in less thanno time. If sent onan errand, he wouldpull out his book, sitdow

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• bookauthordodgemar
• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1870
• bookyear1873