1. On a bright December morning long ago, two thinly clad
children were kneeling upon the bank
of a frozen canal
2. 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
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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
6. “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.”
7. “Tie them higher up, then,” answered Hans, as without looking at her he performed a wonderful
step on the ice.
8. “How can I? The string is too short.”
10. “You are foolish
to wear such shoes, Gretel, when you have a stout leather pair
. Your wooden shoes would be better than these.”
11. “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
12. 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.
13. “Oh! Oh!” she cried in real pain.
14. 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.
15. “I’ll fix it—never fear,” he said with sudden tenderness
, “but we must be quick. The mother will need
16. 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.
17. “Now,” he cried triumphantly, at the same time arranging the strings as briskly as his benumbed fingers would allow
, “can you bear some pulling?”
18. Gretel drew up her lips as if to say, “Hurt away,” but made no further response
19. 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.
20. Presently, squeak! squeak! sounded something beneath Hans’ feet. Next, his strokes grew shorter, ending of times with a jerk, and finally, he lay sprawling
upon the ice, kicking against the air with many a fantastic flourish
21. “Ha! ha!” laughed Gretel. “That was a fine tumble
!” But a tender heart
was beating under her coarse
blue jacket, and even as she laughed, she came, with a graceful
sweep, close to her prostrate
22. “Are you hurt, Hans? Oh, you are laughing! Catch me now!” And she darted away, shivering no longer, but with cheeks, all aglow and eyes sparkling with fun.
23. Hans sprang to his feet and started in brisk pursuit
, but it was no easy thing to catch Gretel. Before she had traveled very far, her skates, too, began to squeak.
24. Believing that discretion
was the better part of valor
, she turned suddenly
and skated into her pursuer’s arms.
25. “Ha! Ha! I’ve caught you!” cried Hans.
26. “Ha! Ha! I caught YOU,” she retorted, struggling to free herself.
27. Just then, a clear, quick voice was heard calling, “Hans! Gretel!”