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The Silver Skates - Mary Mapes Dodge (Stage-1)

The Silver Skates - Mary Mapes Dodge (Stage-1)
Author: Mary Mapes Dodge
Publisher: Maviçatı Yayınları
Total Pages: 64
Release:
Genre: Fiction
ISBN: 6052942282

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Hans and Gretel live in Holland and love skating very much. There will be a grand race and the winner will get a pair of Silver Skates. But they are very poor, their farher is sick and only their mother supports the family. Without skates, how will they enter the race and get the price? But there are still good people and they will help these two kids to enter the race.


The Silver Skates

The Silver Skates
Author: Mary Mapes Dodge
Publisher:
Total Pages: 260
Release: 1994
Genre: Netherlands
ISBN: 9781854712080

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HANS BRINKER by MARY MAPES DODGE

HANS BRINKER by MARY MAPES DODGE
Author: Mary Mapes Dodge
Publisher:
Total Pages: 140
Release: 2017-05-17
Genre:
ISBN: 9781521314777

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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. The strings 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 klompen would be better than these.""Why, Hans! Do you forget? The father threw my beautiful new shoes in the fire. Before I knew what he had done, they were all curled up in the midst o 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 on 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. The 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's worn-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.


HANS BRINKER, Mary Mapes Dodge

HANS BRINKER, Mary Mapes Dodge
Author: Mary Mapes Dodge
Publisher:
Total Pages: 140
Release: 2017-04
Genre:
ISBN: 9781545159378

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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. The strings 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 klompen would be better than these.""Why, Hans! Do you forget? The father threw my beautiful new shoes in the fire. Before I knew what he had done, they were all curled up in the midst o 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 on 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. The 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's worn-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.


Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates

Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates
Author: Mary Mapes Dodge
Publisher: Tor Classics
Total Pages: 259
Release: 1993-12-15
Genre: Fiction
ISBN: 1429960043

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From glistening ice roads to frozen canals, in a wonderland where even the richest nobles thrill to the gliding joys of winter, everyone is awaiting the fabulous race to win the magnificent Silver Skates -- Except Hans Brinker and his sister Gretel. For the Brinkers are desperately poor, friendless; with a father felled by a crippling head wound, Mother and the children must battle simply to survive. And while Hans and Gretel are strong, fast, disciplined, and loyal...on hand-crafted wooden skates, they can't complete against trained rich kids with fine steel blades... But sometimes...sometimes...good people are given a chance. Sometimes strangers do care. And sometimes a family's love and loyalty can struggle against even the cruelest twists of fate... Sometimes... At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.


Rhymes and Jingles

Rhymes and Jingles
Author: Mary Mapes Dodge
Publisher: Cosimo Classics
Total Pages: 258
Release: 1904
Genre: Juvenile Fiction
ISBN:

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"Early to bed and early to rise: If that would make me wealthy and wise I'd rise at daybreak, cold or hot, And go back to bed at once. Why not?" -Mary Mapes Dodge, Rhymes and Jingles (1874) Rhymes and Jingles (1874) by Mary Mapes Dodge contains 200 poems written to delight children. Ten of these follow a traditional format, but the majority are quite short and were written as "garden songs," a genre of verses that are intended to be set to music. They are also accompanied by line drawings. When it appeared, the book was so popular that it was often compared favorably to the author's more famous work, Hans Brinker.


The Hole in the Dike

The Hole in the Dike
Author: Norma Green
Publisher:
Total Pages: 32
Release: 1993
Genre: Netherlands
ISBN: 9780590461467

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Retells the tale of the little boy whose resourcefulness and courage saved his country from being destroyed by the ocean.