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GLASS-BLOWING FOR LITTLE FOLKS.
IF the Pink Page had not forgotten to fasten I the edge of the carpet the Giant would not have tripped ; and if the Giant had not tripped I suppose the glass-ware would not have been broken. But the Giant not only tripped, but fell headlong, and came to the floor with such a thump that he broke every window in the King's palace. Not only that! His stupid head burst open the door of the King's glass-closet, and his monstrous feet flew out against the parlor-maid, coming up stairs with a tray, and knocked her down stairs again. So there was smashed in the King's “Your Majesty must drink only one small palace all the window-panes; all the tumblers ; tumbler of claret at dinner." all the lamp-chimneys; all the bottles.
“One small tumbler!" roared the King; and “Why not send out and buy more?" not daring to send away his doctors, he banished My dear young friends, that was more easily instead every one who dealt in tumblers. said than done, for precisely four reasons : All bottle-makers had been packed off for
Nobody had window-panes for sale; because similar reasons, after his Majesty had been orone day a circus and menagerie combined dered to take cod-liver oil. passed the palace just as the King was sitting And nobody dared mention the word lampdown to breakfast. The King dropped his nap-chimney, for his Majesty had beheaded all the kin and rushed to the window, but it stuck fast | lamp-chimney makers, to teach his servants not and refused to open. Consequently the King to break so many in the kitchen. did not see the elephant, and Aying into a rage So you see here was a more serious business he ordered every one who had any connection than you could have supposed. with the making of windows to be hung; which When the King heard the news he flew into was done before the King had finished his third a violent rage. Now when the King was in a cup of coffee.
passion he was sure to be very polite. The There was no one to make or sell tumblers; more furious his anger the more ceremonious for one day the court physicians had said to his he grew. So when he said to the Giant, Majesty, who drank too much wine,
“My dear Hotontimorenos, pray come in ; you know I am always charmed to see you," the the tricks of a little dog. For some reason the Giant began to shake in his monstrous shoes. sight filled the Giant with rage, and striding up
“ Your Majesty," he said, humbly, “I am to him, Hotontimorenos said, fiercely, very sorry for breaking the glass-ware.”
“If you don't find out how to make them in “My dear Hotontimorenos," answered the five days I will have your head, before the King King, “ don't mention it. It is not worth talk- gets mine." ing about. You will make me as many more “How to make what?" asked the Wise Man window-panes, tumblers, and so on within the in astonishment. next week, and that will be the end of it.” “Window-panes-tumblers--bottles-lamp
“But-but-I don't know how,” stammered chimneys !" answered Hotontimorenos, savageHotontimorenos, much frightened.
ly. “My lord Hotontimorenos is too accomplish- “But of what are they made ?” cried the ed a gentleman," answered the King, politely, Wise Man, still more bewildered. “not to know every thing. But if you really “How should I know ? I am a Lord of the do not know you will discover the method, of Court, and a follower of the King," replied course.
Hotontimorenos, haughtily. “It is for you to “But I have no—no wit, please your Majes- learn such things." ty," replied Hotontimorenos, trembling. “I Just here came a messenger from the King. am a clumsy fellow."
“My lord Hotontimorenos, his Majesty sends “My dear Hotontimorenos, it would grieve his compliments, and reminds you that the whole me to the heart to think that," said the King; palace is shivering in the draughts. The Queen “ for if you fail I shall be obliged at the end of bas crick in the neck, the Prince has toothache, the week to cut your head off.”
and all the ladies are grumbling, and have blue Hotontimorenos fell on his knees.
noses! So you will please to be quick about the “My dear fellow, not another word !” said window-panes.” the King, graciously. “If I must cut off your Before Hotontimorenos could reply came a head I must, as an example to the rest of my second courier. court. But I assure you it will be most pain-1 “His Majesty," said number two, “is sufferful to my feelings."
ing with ague! So is the Dame of the Powder “Your Majesty won't feel it half as much as Closet, and twenty of the Pink Pages; and noI shall," blubbered the Giant, wiping his eyes body can take any medicine, for there are no on the sleeve of his embroidered jacket.
bottles.” Now the Giant's next-door neighbor was a “His Majesty," shouted a third courier, close poor Wise Man, who, as Hotontimorenos came behind the second, “desires that you will set sulkily home, was laughing in his own door at about the tumblers at once, as the Bishop of
Biscuits is coming to dine to-morrow."
“His Majesty," cried a fourth messenger, “is in the dark. So is all the palace. Not a lamp can be lighted in it. The cooks are waiting for light to cook the supper. The babies are squalling for lights to go to bed. The Queen can't see to put up her curl-papers for the Bishop of Biscuits. The ladies are afraid of ghosts; and every body will be obliged to you for the lamp-chimneys as soon as possible."
“You hear," roared Hotontimorenos, seizing the Wise Man by the throat. “Window-panes
-tumblers-lamp-chimneys—bottles !" accompanying each word by a shake. “If you don't have them all by to-morrow morning I will dash your brains out.”
Then he turned on his heel, and ordered his cooks to roast him an ox for supper, that while he lived he might live, as became a giant twenty feet high. But the Wise Man shut his door and sat down in his chimney-corner, not to blubber, as the Giant had done, but to think,
It was a huge chimney, large enough to have roasted the Giant's ox; but there smouldered on its hearth only one little half-dead Coal, for
the Wise Man, as I have said, was very poor. mwan
There was something, however, peculiar about
this Coal, for it seemed to watch the Wise Man, THE WISE MAN AND THE GIANT.
| as he sat there with his head on his hand, like “Soda," guessed the Wise Man, remembering something that he had read.
“Yes. But what are you about there? Don't you see I am going out? Build me up."
The Wise Man ran for chips, but there were no chips; so he split up his three-legged stool.
“That is not half enough," crackled the Fire, blazing and sputtering. “Build me higher."
The Wise Man broke up his table and bedstead, and threw the bits on the flame.
“More!" roared the Fire. “Build me higher, or you will never do what you wish."
The Wise Man looked all about him. There was nothing except the outer door of his crazy old dwelling. With a dozen blows he broke down the door and flung it on the hearth. The flame leaped up broad and red, filling the chimney with a shower of sparks, and looking toward
the ceiling the Wise Man saw the fire-light, not THE WISE MAN AT HOME.
| dancing there but coming down in hundreds a wide-open eye; and when the Wise Man said and hundreds of bright, twinkling feet, crowdaloud in despair, “How can I make these things ing one behind the other. when I have nothing in the house but a barrel Hotontimorenos was troubled that night with of sand !" it actually winked; and when the bad dreams. Now he was a bottle full of nauWise Man started, it winked again.
seous medicine, and the King would tilt him up “Eh! What did you do that for?” asked by the heels; and now he was a window-pane, the Wise Man.
and every moment in danger of being broken. “To see how near you came to it," snapped Consequently he woke up trembling and in an the Coal.
ill humor; but remembering the Wise Man, he “Came to what?"
determined to go and dash his brains ont with“Making your glass. Glass is made from out further ceremony. He walked along with sand and—”
| monstrous strides, muttering to himself and “Soap,” guessed the Wise Man.
fumbling with the club in his belt, and met “No, not soap."
I the Wise Man in the door.
as if the Wise Man had been the father of a hundred children or so, and they had all suddenly grown up and come home together. And you may see just such men and such work in many an American factory ; but these, as you and I know, were the Dwellers in Fire, who had come to help the Wise Man.
“Why--why! what—is all this?" stammered Hotontimorenos.
“Hush !” said the Wise Man. "Now we shall see something curious."
Every moment the workmen went to and from BLOWING GLASS.
the furnace with long iron rods. And one, near
Hotontimorenos, dipping his rod in one of its “Walk in! walk in!” said the Wise Man, open mouths, brought out something that stuck rubbing his hands. “We are coming on fine- fast to its lower end ; but that looked like a ly, my lord Hotontimorenos."
lump of red fire. The rod was hollow, for our “Bless my soul!" cried Hotontimorenos, workman blew through till his cheeks swelled staring. And no wonder; for, to begin with, out like a trumpeter's, and the fiery lump grew you could never have known the Wise Man's longer, and stretched out like India rubber. He house. If it had been a gutta-percha house, twisted and twirled it about, and blew again pulled out to twice its size, and with the roof with all his breath through the rod, and the drawn up into a monstrous chimney, it could lump puffed out round and large, as your breath not have been more altered; and where had swells out a thin India rubber ball, so that it been the Wise Man's bedstead and stool were looked as if he was blowing a red-hot soapwooden benches, with long iron arms, small bubble. cast iron tables, tubs, and pails of water; and “What is he going to make ?" asked Hotonaround the room a row of ovens heated to a timorenos, a little afraid. dull redness, as though the Wise Man had sud- “Please to step out of the way," answered denly turned baker. In the middle was a huge the Wise. Man, impatiently. blast-furnace, like a monstrous bee-hive of brick, Behind the Giant was a little wooden trough, with four great round mouths; and in those to which ran the workman, minding Hotontimomouths something that whirled and glowed as renos's twenty feet of gold embroidery no more though you were boiling yellow flames. And than if he had been a fly; turning and pressing going about among the ovens and tables, with the bubble on the edge of the trough, and coolout looking to the right or left, as many mening the rod with water. And then in front of
the great furnace somebody had dug a square end of the cylinder, in the terrible heat, began pit like à cellar, covering it with boards with to stretch and spread out, and so grew thinner wide spaces between, as you saw in the floor of and weaker. The particles of air blown into your father's house before it was finished. Run- the cylinder, being heated, grew larger too, ning across these to the fire the man toasted this struggled to get out, and burst open the lower wonderful lump, which was red-hot like a coal, end of the cylinder, because it was the weakest and stretched and puffed out like India rubber; —which was just what was wanted. and then Hotontimorenos stepped back, he hard- The workman laid the glass cylinder on a taly knew why; and backward and.forward it be-ble, and striking the rod gently loosened it from gan to swing—the long iron rod and the fiery the glass. He brought out on his rod a bit of ball-as though the workman were a clock and red-hot glass from the furnace, and pulling it it the pendulum. Backward and forward, from out with a pair of iron pincers like a gutta-perthe oven, down between the boards, out again cha string, laid it evenly around the closed end on the other side, almost to the lower button of of the cylinder. Ilotontimorenos's waistcoat; and it was no lon- “What is that for?" asked Hotontimorenos, ger a bubble, but a monstrous red-hot pear. And much surprised. then it was no longer a pear, but long and round, With his pincers the man took away the redlike what we call a cylinder. And if you don't hot circle, and under it the Giant saw a line understand that, make the two edges of a stiff burned in the glass. He struck the closed end sheet of pasteboard meet together, and stand it of the circle lightly outside of the burned line, on end, and you will have a cylinder. Only and it fell off, leaving the cylinder open; bethis cylinder, as the strong workman swung it cause glass is made up of atoms or little partion his iron rod, was closed at top and bottom, cles holding tightly, together by what is called and was as long as your six-year-old sister, and attraction of cohesion; just as you and rour litlarger around than her body; and though at tle friends might stand in a circle and hold each either end it was still red-hot, the sides glitter other tight by the hands. But the particles ed and looked like- What do you suppose under the red-hot line were so violently heatHotontimorenos guessed it.
ed that they grew suddenly larger and pulled “It's glass !" shouted Hotontimorenos. apart, as if you and your friends should only
“Exactly!" said the Wise Man, fairly on his hold each other by the tips of your fingers. tip-toes with delight.
Then, you know, if any one came suddenly and The tall workman drew up the rod. He held pushed or startled you, how easily he could the lower end of the cylinder to the fire, and break your circle. So when the red-hot circle then he blew through the rod. When he had was taken away, the cold, striking on the heated done that he stopped the end through which he particles, made each particle suddenly draw ithad just blown with his thumb. The lower self together; and with that they quite lost their