قراءة كتاب The Zankiwank and The Bletherwitch: An Original Fantastic Fairy Extravaganza

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The Zankiwank and The Bletherwitch: An Original Fantastic Fairy Extravaganza

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Fitz-Gerald S J Adair (Shafto Justin Adair)

دار النشر: Project Gutenberg

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A WHOLE SCHOOL OF CHILDREN FOLLOWING MADLY IN THEIR WAKE 95 THE GOBLINS STARTED OFF ON HORSEBACK 101 "THE UNFORTUNATE DOLL" 103 THE WINNY WEG WAS DANCING IN A CORNER ALL BY HERSELF 106 MAUDE AND WILLIE WERE RECLINING PEACEFULLY ON A GOLDEN COUCH WITH SILVER CUSHIONS 107 A GAME OF LEAP-FROG 108 A GREAT RED CAVERN OPENED AND SWALLOWED UP EVERYTHING 117 "NOW THEN, MOVE ON!" 123 THE WIMBLE AND THE WAMBLE 126 JORUMGANDER THE YOUNGER ... APPROACHED THEM WITH A CASE OF PENS 133 "WHY, HERE HE IS!" 138 THE ZANKIWANK ARGUING WITH THE CLERK OF THE WEATHER AND THE WEATHER COCK 145 TIME WAS MEANT FOR SLAVES 151 CHILDREN WITH THE ODDEST HEADS AND FACES EVER SEEN 158, 159 IT WAS A SORT OF SKELETON 163 THE GRIFFIN AND THE PHŒNIX 170 THEY SPRANG INTO THE HASH 173 DR PAMPLETON 177 NO ONE INDIVIDUAL GOT HIS OWN PROPER LIMBS FASTENED TO HIM 183 THERE WAS JOHN OPENING THE CARRIAGE DOOR FOR THEM TO GET OUT 187

Part I

A Trip to Fable Land

By the Queen-Moon's mystic light,
By the hush of holy night,
By the woodland deep and green,
By the starlight's silver sheen,
By the zephyr's whispered spell,
Brooding Powers Invisible,
Faerie Court and Elfin Throng,
Unto whom the groves belong,
And by Laws of ancient date,
Found in Scrolls of Faerie Fate,
Stream and fount are dedicate.
Whereso'er your feet to-day
Far from haunts of men may stray,
We adjure you stay no more
Exiles on an alien shore,
But with spells of magic birth
Once again make glad the earth.

Philip Dayre.

A Trip to Fable Land

"Well," said the Zankiwank as he swallowed another jam tart, "I think we had better start on our travels at once."

They were all standing under the clock at Charing Cross Station when the station was closed and everybody else had departed, except the train which the Zankiwank had himself chartered. It was all so odd and strange, and the gathering was so very motley, that if it had been to-morrow morning instead of last night, Willie and Maude would certainly have said they had both been dreaming. But, of course, they were not dreaming because they were wide-awake and dressed. Besides, they remembered Charing Cross Station quite well, having started therefrom with their father and mother only last summer when they went to the sea-side for their holidays—and what jolly times they had on the sands! So Maude said promptly, "It is not Night-mare or Dreams or Anything. We don't know what it is, but we must not go to sleep, Willie, in case anything should happen."

Willie replied that he did not want to go to sleep any more. "I believe it's a show," he added, "and somebody's run away with us. How lovely! I'm glad we are lost. Let us go and ask that tall gentleman, who looks like the parlour-tongs in a bathing-suit, to give us some more buns." For, being a boy, he could always eat buns, or an abundance of them, only I hope you won't tell the nursery governess I told you.

It was the Zankiwank, who was doing some conjuring tricks for the benefit of the

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