BARTY CRUSOE AND HIS MAN SATURDAY- A Boy's adventure on a desert island E-Book

Frances Hodgson Burnett

• Herausgeber: Abela Publishing
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Barty Crusoe And His Man Friday is the story of a young boy named Barty for short, or  Bartholomew Herbert Hubert Ellecompane, who after reading Robinson Crusoe, decides he wants to experience life on a desert island. He has a magical friend, the Good Wolf, who's able to make that happen for him.
What kind of adventures did Barty Have? I mean, it’s a desert island after all…? It can’t be THAT big can it? Did he meet anyone else on the island and exactly what did they do?
Well, you’ll have to download and read this book to find out just what Barty and the Good Wolf got up to!
10% of the profit from the sale of this book will be donated to charity.
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Frances Eliza Hodgson (24 November 1849 – 29 October 1924) was a British-American novelist and playwright and was the daughter of ironmonger Edwin Hodgson, who died three years after her birth, and his wife Eliza Boond.
She was born in Cheetham, Manchester, England. After her father died in 1853, the family fell on hard times and after moving about, eventually emigrated to the United States in 1865, settling in New Market, Tennessee.
She was educated at The Select Seminary for Young Ladies and Gentleman near Salford until the age of fifteen, at which point the family ironmongery, then being run by her mother, failed, and the family emigrated to Knoxville, Tennessee.
Here Hodgson began to write, in order to supplement the family income, assuming full responsibility for the family upon the death of her mother, in 1870. In 1872 she married Dr. Swan Burnett, with whom she had two sons, Lionel and Vivian. The marriage was dissolved in 1898. In 1900 Burnett married actor Stephen Townsend until 1902 when they got divorced.
Following her great success as a novelist, playwright, and children's author, Burnett maintained homes in both England and America, travelling back and forth quite frequently. She died in her Long Island, New York home, in 1924.
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Barty Crusoe and His Man Saturday

BYFrances Hodgson Burnett

Originally Published By Moffat, Yard And Company, New York[1909]

Resurrected By Abela Publishing, London[2021]

Barty Crusoe and his Man Saturday

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© Abela Publishing 2021

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[2021]

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Barty and the Good Wolf had everything you could imagine

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Barty and the Good Wolf had everything you could imagineFrontispiece

He was so delighted with Robinson Crusoe that he could not remember the time

"Hello!" he called, "were you the ones at the Snow Feast?"

"It's getting worse," gasped the Good Wolf

Barty leaned forward with his hands on his knees and gazed with all his might

Barty drew nearer and the next moment gave a shout

The pirates began to row towards the shore

"Oh!" said the captain, "I'm really smiling"

The Pirate Captain took off his hat with a big flourish

"It's another pirate vessel and it is going to attack us"

"We've won! we've won!" cried Barty

Barty Crusoe and His Man Saturday

Chapter One

HOPE you remember that I told you that the story of Barty and the Good Wolf was the kind of story which could go on and on, and that when it stopped it could begin again.

It was like that when Tim's mother told it to Tim, and really that was what Tim liked best about it—that sudden way it had of beginning all over again with something new just when you felt quite mournful because you thought it had come to an end. There are very few stories like that,—very few indeed,—so you have to be thankful when you find one.

This new part began with Barty finding an old book in the attic of his house. He liked the attic because you never knew what you might find there. Once he had even found an old sword which had belonged to his grandfather and which might have killed a man if his grandfather had worn it in war.

One rainy day he found the book. It was a rather fat book, and it had been read so much that it was falling to pieces. On the first page there was a picture of a very queer looking man. He was dressed in clothes made of goat skin; he carried a gun on one shoulder and a parrot on the other, and his name was printed under the picture and it was—Robinson Crusoe.

Now, Barty was a very good reader for his age. He had to spell very few words when he read aloud, so he sat down at once on the attic floor and began to read about Robinson Crusoe as fast as ever he could.

He was so delighted with Robinson Crusoe that he could not remember the time

That day he was late to his dinner and was late for bed, and as the days went on he was late so often that his mother thought he must be losing his appetite. But he was not. He was only so delighted with Robinson Crusoe that he could not remember the time.

That week the Good Wolf was away on very important business, and if Barty had not had his wonderful book to read he might have felt lonely. The Good Wolf had taught him a special little tune to play on his whistle when he wanted to call him without calling all the other animals.

The day Barty finished reading his book he tucked it under his arm and ran into the wood to his secret place and played his tune, and in less than two minutes he turned round and saw the Good Wolf trotting towards him out of the green tunnel.

Barty ran and hugged him, and while he was hugging him the book under his arm fell down to the grass. "What is that?" asked the Good Wolf, and he went to it and sniffed it over carefully.

"It is a book I have been reading," answered Barty. "It is about a man whose name was Robinson Crusoe. He was shipwrecked on a desert island."

"What is a desert island?" inquired the Good Wolf.

"It is a perfectly beautiful place with a sea all around it. Oh! I wonder if there are any desert islands around here!"

The Good Wolf looked thoughtful. He sat down and gently scratched his left ear with his hind foot.

"Do you want one?" he asked. "Let us make ourselves comfortable and talk it over."

So they sat down and Barty leaned against him with one arm round his neck and began to explain. "A desert island is a place where no one lives but you. There are no other people on it and there are no houses and no shops and you have to make yourself a hut to live in. And beautiful things grow wild—cocoanuts and big bunches of grapes. And there are goats and parrots you can tame so that they sit on your shoulder and talk to you."

"Do the goats sit on your shoulder and talk to you?" asked the Good Wolf, looking a little surprised.

"No, only the parrots," said Barty. "The goats follow you about and are friends with you. The only trouble sometimes is cannibals."

The Good Wolf shook his head. "I never saw a cannibal," he remarked.

"They are not nice," said Barty, "they are savage black men who want to eat people—but you can frighten them away with your gun," he ended quite cheerfully.

Then he told about Robinson Crusoe's man Friday and about everything else he could remember, and the story was so interesting and exciting that several times the Good Wolf quite panted. "Why, I should like it myself," he said, "I really should."

"If we only knew where there was a desert island," said Barty.

The Good Wolf looked thoughtful again and once more scratched his left ear with his right foot, but there was an expression on his face which made Barty open his eyes very wide.

"Do you know where there is one?" he cried out. "You look as if—"

The Good Wolf stood up and shook his pink ear very hard—and then he shook his blue one. "Nothing flew out," said Barty. "I saw nothing at all."

"What flew out did not fly out here," answered the Good Wolf. "It flew out in the place where it was wanted—ten thousand miles away."

Barty caught his breath and clapped his hands. "I know something nice is going to happen," he shouted, "and it's something about a desert island."

"Get on my back and clasp your arms around my neck and shut your eyes," the Good Wolf said. "This is not a trifling matter."

Barty scrambled up joyfully and did as he was told. The Good Wolf's fur felt soft and thick when he laid his face against it. He shut his eyes tight and then just for a few moments he felt as if they both were almost flying over the ground. They went so fast, indeed, and the air sung so in his ears as he rushed through it that it made him feel drowsy and he soon fell asleep.