NINE UNLIKELY TALES - 9 illustrated magical stories E-Book

E. Nesbit

• Herausgeber: Abela Publishing
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Not only was Edith Nesbit author of “The Railway Children” and “Five Children and IT,”which were both turned into films, but she also compiled and published “The Book of Dragons” and “Nine Unlikely Tales” amongst many others (40 in total). Nesbit was considered to be "the first modern writer for children": she "helped to reverse the great tradition of children's literature inaugurated by Lewis Carroll and his contemporaries.”

In “Nine Unlikely Tales” you will find nine illustrated children’s stories for 6 to 13 year olds - and for those of us “older children” who still have not yet quite grown out of visiting realms of fantasy. The stories in this volume are a mix of your standard faire of fairytales and unique, magical stories penned by E Nesbit; so they will, at first, be new to many readers.

It is hard to pick a favourite from among these stories. The fairytales "Melisande", "The Prince, Two Mice, and Some Kitchen-maids", and "The Plush Usurper" are on par with Anderson and Brothers Grimm. But, there are other stories where the real world and the magical world interconnect enabling participants to cross over into the realm of magic and fantasy. These are equally enjoyable, like "The Cockatoucan" where a girl and her governess take the wrong "omnibus" and end up in a magical world. An Omnibus was a horse drawn bus from the Victorian era. The word Omni was dropped when the vehicles were motorised and became more numerous. But I digress…..The stories in this volume are:
The Cockatoucan,
Whereyouwantogoto,
The Blue Mountain,
The Prince, Two Mice And Some Kitchen-Maids,
Melisande: Or Long And Short Division,
Fortunatus Rex And Co.,
The Sums That Came Right,
The Town In The Library In The Town In The Library and
The Plush Usurper

10% of the publisher’s profit from the sale from this book will be donated to Charities.
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TAGS: folklore, fairy, Tales, children, stories, bedtime, fables, illustrated, myths, legends, E Nesbit, edith, railway children, five, 5 children and IT, magic, fantasy, post-victorian, storytelling, Cockatoucan, Whereyouwantogoto, Blue Mountain, Prince, Two Mice, Some Kitchen-Maids, Melisande, Long And Short Division, Fortunatus Rex, Sums That Came Right, Town In The Library, Plush Usurper

Leseprobe

NINEUNLIKELY TALES

ByE. Nesbit

Illustrated byH. R. MillarANDClaude A. SheppersonOriginally Published ByErnest Benn Limited, London[1901]Resurrected ByAbela Publishing, London[2018]

Nine Unlikely Tales

Typographical arrangement of this edition

© Abela Publishing 2018

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Abela Publishing,

London

United Kingdom

2018

ISBN-13: 978-8-XXXXXX-XX-X

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CONTENTS

I THE COCKATOUCAN

II WHEREYOUWANTOGOTO

III THE BLUE MOUNTAIN

IV THE PRINCE, TWO MICE, AND SOME KITCHEN-MAIDS

V MELISANDE: OR LONG AND SHORT DIVISION

VI FORTUNATUS REX AND CO

VII THE SUMS THAT CAME RIGHT

VIII THE TOWN IN THE LIBRARY, IN THE TOWN IN

THE LIBRARY

IX THE PLUSH USURPER

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

Matilda swung her legs miserablyHe waved away the eightpenceThe top part of Pridmore turned into painted iron and glass

The Princess was like a yard and a half of white tapeThe King sent his army, and the enemy were crushedThe King had turned into a villa residenceFour men came wheeling a great red thing on a barrowThey bounced through the suburbsThe seal was very kind and convenientSuddenly, out of nothing and nowhere, appeared a large, stern housemaidA long, pointed thing came slowly up out of the sandIt is difficult to play when any one is watching you, especially a policemanThe people of Antioch were always in a hurry and generally angryOff they all went, King, court, and men-at-armsTony was stamped on by the great seal, who was very fierce

The giant-little-girlTony among the rocks in the bread-and-milk basin“Everything you say will be used against you” said the public persecutorHe was growing, growing, growingMalevola’s dress was not at all the thing for a christeningThere stood up a Prince and a PrincessTrains of Princes bringing nasty things in bottles and round wooden boxesThe Princess grew so big that she had to go and sit on the commonThe Princess in one scale and her hair in the other“Welcome! Welcome!” “Poor benighted, oppressed people, follow me!”

The Cockatoucan

OR GREAT AUNT WILLOUGHBY

MATILDA’S ears were red and shiny. So were her cheeks. Her hands were red too. This was because Pridmore had washed her. It was not the usual washing, which makes you clean and comfortable, but the “thorough good wash,” which makes you burn and smart till you wish you could be like the poor little savages who do not know anything, and run about bare in the sun, and only go into the water when they are hot.

Matilda wished she could have been born in a savage tribe instead of at Brixton.

“Little savages,” she said, “don’t have their ears washed thoroughly, and they don’t have new dresses that are prickly in the insides round their arms, and cut them round the neck. Do they, Pridmore?”

But Pridmore only said, “Stuff and nonsense,” and then she said, “don’t wriggle so, child, for goodness’ sake.”

Pridmore was Matilda’s nursemaid. Matilda sometimes found her trying. Matilda was quite right in believing that savage children do not wear frocks that hurt. It is also true that savage children are not over-washed, over-brushed, over-combed, gloved, booted, and hatted and taken in an omnibus to Streatham to see their Great-aunt Willoughby. This was intended to be Matilda’s fate. Her mother had arranged it. Pridmore had prepared her for it. Matilda, knowing resistance to be vain, had submitted to it.

But Destiny had not been consulted, and Destiny had plans of its own for Matilda.

When the last button of Matilda’s boots had been fastened (the button-hook always had a nasty temper, especially when it was hurried, and that day it bit a little piece of Matilda’s leg quite spitefully) the wretched child was taken downstairs and put on a chair in the hall to wait while Pridmore popped her own things on.