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Almost a year ago I started a project to keep alive and bring to the world those old and forgotten children’s stories as individual stories. No longer will you have to buy a whole book of stories to have access to just one story.

 

To make it more interesting, I created a fictional persona to narrate the stories based on a tribal storyteller, in this case a Zulu tribal storyteller. His name is Baba Indaba, pronounced Baaba Indaaba, which means “Father of Stories” and he lived in KwaZulu-Natal during the Victorian era. A free downloadable description of Baba Indaba can be found on Google Play and Google Books.

 

As at today the first 260 stories have been loaded in PDF and ePUB formats. Each story sells for US$0.25 – or you can buy 4 for US$1.00

The UK price is £0.20 or 4 for £0.80. For all other countries, Google works out what the equivalent price in your country is.

At least 5 new stories will be added to this collection every week.

 

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Below you will find a list of all 260 stories to date listed by the region they originated in.

The URL/link to review the stories, and/or to buy, is https://goo.gl/J5TX98

 

Each story also includes LINKS TO DOWNLOAD 8 FREE BABA INDABA STORIES as well as a “WHERE IN THE WORLD – LOOK IT UP” educational section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story. Our HINT is: use Google maps.

 

AFRICA

Book 01 – The Stars and The Road of Stars

Book 02 – Why the Hare has a Split Nose

Book 06 – Anansi and the Lion

Book 07 – Two Anansi Stories

Book 10 – The Lost message

Book 111 A STORY ABOUT A MAIDEN AND A PUMPKIN

Book 122 The Story of OSIRIS

Book 16 – THE GIRL OF THE EARLY RACE WHO MADE STARS

Book 19 – THE STORY ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN

Book 220 WHY THE HONEY BADGER IS SO KEEN ON HONEY

Book 25 –  Miss Salt Miss Pepper

Book 29 – Why the Whitecrow Never Speaks

Book 43 – Why A Bushman Throws Earth Into the Air

Book 46 – Two Bushmen Tales – HOW A SNAKE ANNOUNCES A DEATH IN THE FAMILY & THE RESURRECTION OF THE OSTRICH

Book 69 A LION’S STORY

Book 83 The Giant and the Cause of Thunder

 

AESOP’s FABLES – Rewritten for Children

Book 08 – The Tortoise and the Ducks

Book 117 TWO AESOPS FABLES – The Astrologer & The Fox and the Pheasants

Book 127 A Cat and Mouse in Partnership

Book 21 – How the Turtle Saved his Own Life

Book 26 –  The Wolf and the Kid

Book 30 – The Old Lion and the Jackal

Book 37 – A Cocks Breakfast

Book 28 – THE EAGLE AND THE CROW

Book 61 – Horse and Turtle

Book 62  THE JACKAL AND THE HYENA

Book 78 Two Aesops Fables

Book 90 BELLING THE CAT

 

AUSTRALASIAN – Aboriginal, Maori, Polynesian

Book 221 The Story of Hine Moa

Book 52 – How the Fish got into Water

Book 82 The Story of Ahuula

 

NORTH AMERICAS – American Indian, Americana, Alaska & Hawaii

Book 114 The Giant Dog

Book 119 UNKTOMI AND THE ARROWHEADS

Book 18 – The Star Maiden

Book 182 BOKWEWA, THE HUMPBACK

Book 191 WUNZH – THE FATHER OF INDIAN CORN

Book 198 THE RETURN OF THE DEAD WIFE

Book 200 RIP VAN WINKLE

Book 201 THE WONDERFUL BASKET

Book 204 GROWING-UP-LIKE-ONE-WHO-HAS-A-GRANDMOTHER

Book 207 THE STORY OF DJUN

Book 208 BLACKSKIN

Book 212 LAND-OTTER THE INDIAN

Book 217 THE CHIEF’S DAUGHTER

Book 238 THE ADVENTURES OF FIRE-DRILL’S SON

Book 245 The Loot of Loma – American Indian

Book 31 – Two American Indian Stories – A Bashful Courtship & Why The Birch-Tree Wears Slashes In It’s Bark

Book 32 – A BET BETWEEN THE COOYOKO AND THE FOX

Book 42 – A Dinner and its Consequences

Book 60  A HOPI RAID ON A NAVAHO DANCE

Book 63  Journies to the Skeleton House

Book 64  A KATCINA RACE CONTEST BETWEEN THE WµLPI AND THE ORAÖBI

Book 67 A Legend of Manabozho

Book 70 A LITTLE BRAVE AND THE MEDICINE WOMAN

 

BRITISH – English, Welsh, Scots & Irish

Book 09 – The Three Sillies

Book 101 A Voyage to Lilliput

Book 102 Black Brown and Gray

Book 104 Lazy Jack

Book 109 Nansi Llwyd and the Dog of Darkness

Book 112 THE Milk White Doo and a poem

Book 118 Tom Tit Tot

Book 12 – The Tale of the Hoodie

Book 123 ‘HAME, HAME, HAME, WHERE I FAIN WAD BE’

Book 124 MORE FAITHFUL THAN FAVOURED

Book 130 A NIGHT IN THE KITCHEN (HCA)

Book 132 BEOWULF

Book 133 Two Medieval Stories

Book 134 CHILDE HORN

Book 135 GUY OF WARWICK

Book 136 PRESTER JOHN

Book 137 Cherry

Book 146 THE PHYNODDERREE – Isle of Man

Book 153 A STRANGE TIGER

Book 151 A Rats Tale

Book 155 A White Trout

Book 158 LITTLE THUMB

Book 159 THE MASTER CAT

Book 161 ADVENTURES OF GILLA NA CHRECK AN GOUR

Book 165 ALL CHANGE

Book 166 BINNORIE

Book 168 Birth of Fin MacCumhail

Book 170 BLACK STAIRS ON FIRE

Book 171 Two Ghostly Tales

Book 172 AN BRAON SUAN OR

Book 178 DAY-DREAMING

Book 179 EARL MARs DAUGHTER

Book 183 CAUTH MORRISY LOOKING FOR SERVICE

Book 199 YOUNG AMAZON SNELL

Book 202 AN OLD-WORLD GHOST

Book 203 THE GENTLEMAN HIGHWAYMAN

Book 205 BLIND JACK OF KNARESBOROUGH

Book 206 BLIND JACK – More Adventures

Book 213 THE DISINHERITING OF A SON

Book 247 MR. VINEGAR

Book 250 THE SHEPHERD OF LAUDERDALE

Book 257 – THE CHURCH THE DEVIL STOLE & THE PARSON AND THE CLERK – Two Co

Book 258 – Two Cornish Legends – The Weaver Of Dean Combe And  The Demon Who Helped Drake

Book 259 – Two Cornish Legends – The Samson Of Tavistock And The Midnight Hunter Of The Moor

Book 260 – Two Cornish Legends – The Piskie’s Funeral and The Lost Land of Lyonesse

Book 33 – A Mouthful of Silence

Book 45 – Two Welsh Fables – The Fable Of Gwrgan Farfdrwch & The Story Of The Pig-Trough

Book 54  A Ghostly Rehearsal

Book 57  A Good Action

Book 65  A LEGEND OF KNOCKMANY

Book 66 The Legend of Lough Mask

Book 71 A LOST PARADISE

Book 75 A Pottle O’ Brains

Book 76 A Phantom Funeral

Book 77 A Puzzle

Book 87 TWO WELSH FABLES – A Strange Otter & Melangell’s Lambs

Book 91 Cap O Rushes

Book 92 The Legend of Beth Gellert

Book 93 DAME PRIDGETT AND THE FAIRIES

 

CENTRAL AMERICA – Caribbean, Mexican, Pre-Columbian, Atlantean

Book 138 PRINCESS BLUEGREEN OF THE SEVEN CITIES

Book 173 Bimini and the Fountain of Youth

Book 34 – The Maya Creation Story

Book 38 – The Creation Story of the Mixtecs

Book 48 – The Death Of Tupac King of the Inca

Book 51 – THE STORY OF NEZAHUALPILLI KING OF TEXCOCO

Book 56  The Lost Island

Book 72 The MYTH OF MANCO CCAPAC INCA

Book 73 The Rise and Fall of the Toltec Empire

Book 74 ZLATOVLASKA THE GOLDEN-HAIRED

Book 80 The Fugitive Prince

 

EUROPE – Eastern, Western & Scandinavia

Book 04 – The Watchmaker

Book 100 HANSEL AND GRETTEL

Book 105 MASTER AND PUPIL

Book 107 MOTHER HOLLE

book 115 A Very Naughty Boy

book 120 Vasilica The Brave

Book 121 ANDROCLES AND THE LION

Book 125 ‘TOM’ AN ADVENTURE IN THE LIFE OF A BEAR IN PARIS

Book 126 A (NOTHER) STORY OF A FROG

Book 139 Twopence Halfpenny – Gypsy

Book 143 THE JUDGMENT OF THE FLOWERS – Spain

Book 149 A PACK OF RAGAMUFFINS

Book 150 IN HONOUR OF A RAVEN

Book 152 FELICIA AND THE POT OF PINKS

Book 156 THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER or CINDERELLA

Book 157 THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOODS

Book 160 BLUE BEARD

Book 162 BEASTS BESIEGED

Book 163 AINO’S FATE

Book 164 BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Book 167 ALLERLEIRAUH or THE MANY-FURRED CREATURE

Book 169 ALPHEGE OR THE GREEN MONKEY

Book 174 BLOCKHEAD-HANS

Book 175 CANNETELLA (GFB)

Book 176 CHARCOAL NILS AND THE TROLL-WOMAN

Book 177 DAPPLEGRIM

Book 180 EMELYAN THE FOOL

Book 181 AN IMPOSSIBLE ENCHANTMENT (GFB)

Book 184 DOGS OVER THE WATER

Book 186 Aschenputtel

Book 187 BOYISLAV YOUNGEST OF TWELVE

Book 188 GAZELLE the TORTOISE

Book 189 HEART OF ICE

Book 190 ILMARINEN FORGES THE SAMPO

Book 192 VASSILISSA THE CUNNING AND THE TSAR OF THE SEA

Book 193 VIRGILIUS THE SORCERER (VFB)

Book 194 WAINAMOINEN AND YOUKAHAINEN

Book 195 YELENA THE WISE

Book 196 THE DROWNED BUCCANEER

Book 209 THE PETS OF AURORE DUPIN

Book 210 AURORE DUPIN AT PLAY

Book 211 HOW AURORE DUPIN LEARNs TO RIDE

Book 214 THE SIEGE OF RHODES

Book 216 BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Book 218 THE BOYHOOD OF LEONARDO

Book 219 THE ADVENTURES OF A SPANISH NUN

Book 154 A THE STORY OF THREE WONDERFUL BEGGARS

Book 237 Pandoras Box

Book 24 – Salt – A Baba Yaga story

Book 243 AMYS AND AMYLE (Red Romance Book)

Book 246 CINDERELLA or the Little Glass Slipper

Book 251 DONKEY SKIN

Book 248 THree princesses of whiteland (Norway)

Book 249 Famine Among the Gnomes – Norse

Book 36 – A Clever Lass

Book 41 – The  Wind Rider

Book 39 – The Wolves Skoll and Hati

Book 44 – A Dozen At A Blow

Book 55  A GIFT FROM FRIGGA

Book 53 A French Puck

Book 59  A Gullible World

Book 85 Baba Yaga and the Girl with a Kind Heart

Book 86 A Story About a Darning Needle

Book 88 A Tale of Tontawald

Book 89 THE CAT WHO BECAME HEAD-FORESTER

Book 95 Gertrudes Bird

Book 96 A VISITOR FROM PARADISE

Book 98 FIN MacCUMHAIL and the KNIGHT of the FULL AXE

Book 99 GENTLE DORA

 

FAIRY STORIES

Book 103 HOW ETHNE LEFT THE LAND OF THE FAIRIES

Book 108 Minnikin

Book 113 The Fairy Frog

Book 128 A FAIRY’S BLUNDER

Book 140 The Fairy Child

Book 141 The Fairy Cure

Book 142 The Fairy Nurse

Book 144 The Kite That Went to the Moon

Book 145 The Pen Fairy

Book 147 The Rubber Fairy

Book 148 Twelfth Night Fairy

Book 185 FAIRER-THAN-A-FAIRY

Book 232 Twelve Fairy Stories Bumper edition

Book 234 Tinyboy and Other Stories

Book 235 The Leaf Fairy and Other Stories

Book 236 The Rain Fairy and Other Stories

Book 252 THE ELF MAIDEN

Book 49 –  A Fairy Borrowing

Book 50 – A Fairy Dog

Book 94 FAIRY TRANSPORTATION

 

FAR EAST – Burma, China, Japan

Book 106 – A TRADITIONAL PHYSICIAN CALLED JIVAKA

Book 11 – The Moon that Shone on the Porcelain Pagoda

Book 110 The Sparrow with the Slit Tongue

Book 116 OF THE MAIDEN SSUWARANDARI

Book 129 A Laung Khit

Book 13 – The Monkey and the Crocodile

Book 131 Aladdin and the Magic Lamp

Book 22 -The Elephant Girlie Face

Book 35 – TIKI-PU AND WIO-WANI

Book 47 – Two Burmese Tales – A DISRESPECTFUL DAUGHTER & THE THREE SISTERS

Book 58 – A Greedy King

Book 68 A Lesson for Kings

Book 79 A Rabbit Story

Book 81 A Son of Adam

Book 84 – Two Burmese Folktales – A SAD FATE & FRIENDS

 

INDIA – India, Bangladesh, Pakistan

Book 03 – The Evil Eye of Sani

Book 14 – CONKIAJGHARUNA

Book 23 – The Broken Pot

Book 233 Tiger Tom

Book 244 The Son of Seven Queens

 

MIDDLE EAST – Arabian Nights, Persian, Turkish, Jewish, Armenian

Book 05 – The Pixie of the Well

Book 15 – Ameen and the Ghool

Book 17 – The Story of Bostanai – Persian

Book 197 THE PERPLEXITY OF ZADIG – Babylon

Book 20 – ARA AND SEMIRAMIS – Armenian

Book 215 THE PRINCESS OF BABYLON

Book 222 THE THREE CALENDERS – Arabian Nights

Book 223 THE FISHERMAN AND THE GENIE – Arabian Nights

Book 224 THE STORY OF THE KING OF THE EBONY ISLES – Arabian Nights

Book 225 Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves – Arabian Nights

Book 226 THE STORY OF THE MAGIC HORSE – Arabian Nights

Book 227 THE STORY OF THE WICKED HALF-BROTHERS – Arabian Nights

Book 228 HOW THE CAMEL GOT HIS HUMP – Arabian

Book 229 THE CAT THAT WALKED BY HIMSELF – Arabian

Book 230 THE STORY OF THE MERCHANT AND THE JINNEE – Arabian

Book 231 THE STORY OF THE FISHERMAN – Arabian

Book 239 THE STORY OF THE THREE APPLES

Book 241 THE STORY OF NOOR-ED-DEEN AND ENEES-EL-JELEES

Book 242 THE SUMERIAN STORY OF THE GREAT FLOOD

Book 240 THE STORY OF THE HUMPBACK

Book 253 THE STORY OF THE PORTER AND THE LADIES OF BAGHDAD

Book 254 THE STORY OF THE FIRST ROYAL MENDICANT – Arabian Nights

Book 255 THE STORY OF THE SECOND ROYAL MENDICANT – Arabian Nights

Book 256 THE STORY OF THE THIRD ROYAL MENDICANT – Arabian Nights

Book 27 – The Soothsayer

Book 40 – An Armenian Story and an Armenian Poem

Book 97 Little Hyacinths Kiosk

A sample of 25 Baba Indaba Children's Stories Covers

A sample of 25 Baba Indaba Children’s Stories Covers

The Giants who built the Mount from LEGEND LAND - 14 Legends from Poldark Country

The Giants who built the Mount from LEGEND LAND – 14 Legends from Poldark Country

St. Michael’s Mount, that impressive castle-crowned pyramid of rock that rises from the waters of Mounts Bay, was not always an island. In fact, it is not always an island now. At low tide you may reach it from the mainland along a causeway. But once upon a time the Mount stood in the midst of a forest; its old name, “Caraclowse in Cowse,” means “the Grey Rock in the Wood,” and that was at the time when the Giants built it.

 

Cormoran was one of the Giants; he lived in this great western forest, which is now swallowed up by the sea, and there he determined to erect for himself a stronghold that should rise well above the trees. So he set to work to collect huge stones from the neighbouring granite hills, and his new home grew apace.

 

But the labour of searching far afield for suitable stones, and of carrying them to the forest and piling them one upon another, was a wearying task even for a giant, and as Cormoran grew tired he forced his unfortunate Giantess wife, Cormelian, to help him in his task, and to her he gave the most toilsome of the labour.

 

Was there a gigantic boulder in a far part of the Duchy that Cormoran coveted, unhappy Cormelian was sent to fetch it; and she, like a dutiful wife, never complained, but went meekly about her work, collecting the finest and biggest stones and carrying them back to the forest in her apron. Meanwhile Cormoran, growing more lazy, spent much of his time in sleep, waking up only very occasionally to admonish his wife or to incite her to greater efforts.

 

One day, when Cormelian had been twice as far as the Bodmin moors to fetch some particularly fine stones Cormoran had seen, and was about to set off on a third journey, she, noticing her husband fast asleep, thought to save herself another weary walk by going only a short distance and breaking off some huge masses of greenstone rock which existed in the neighbourhood and placing them upon the nearly completed Mount without being seen. Although Cormoran had insisted that the stone be grey, Cormelian could see no reason why one stone was not as good as another.

 

So, carrying out her plan, she was returning with the first enormous piece of greenstone, walking ever so carefully so as not to awaken Cormoran, when, unfortunately, he did awake. He flew into a terrible rage on seeing how his wife was trying to delude him, and, rising with a dreadful threat, he ran after her, overtaking her just before she reached the Mount.

 

Scolding her for her deceit, he gave her a terrific box on the ear. Poor Cormelian, in her fright, dropped the huge greenstone she was carrying, and ran sobbing from her angry husband to seek refuge in the deepest part of the forest; and it was not until Cormoran himself had finished building the Mount that she would return to him.

 

And to-day, as you walk along the causeway from Marazion to St. Michael’s Mount, you will see on your right hand an isolated mass of greenstone, the very rock that Cormelian dropped. It is called Chapel Rock now, because years and years afterwards, when pious monks lived upon the summit of the Mount and devout pilgrims used to visit their church to pay homage at a shrine, they built a little chapel, upon poor Cormelian’s green rock, of which only a few stones now remain.

 

You may visit Chapel Rock and St. Michael’s Mount from Penzance, which is between three and four miles away and is the ideal centre for some of the most wonderful scenery in Cornwall. Both Land’s End and the Lizard are within easy reach of this, England’s westernmost town, where a climate that rivals that of the Mediterranean may be enjoyed in the depth of winter. Semi-tropical flowers and trees bloom in the open, and in February and early March—in what is, in fact, winter weather for those in less favoured parts—Penzance and its neighbourhood are surrounded by glorious spring flowers, the growing of which forms a very considerable industry.

London and our other big towns often get their first glimpse of coming spring in the narcissi and wallflowers grown around the shores of Mounts Bay, and packed off to the grim cold cities only a few hours away.

From: LEGEND LAND – 14 Illustrated Legends from Poldark Country

ISBN: 9781910882696

Pages: 103

Format: A5 Paperback and eBook (PDF & ePub)

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

  1. TRELAWNY
  2. THE MERMAID OF ZENNOR
  3. THE STONE MEN OF ST. CLEER
  4. HOW ST. PIRAN CAME TO CORNWALL
  5. THE LOST CHILD OF ST. ALLEN
  6. THE GIANTS WHO BUILT THE MOUNT
  7. THE TASKS OF TREGEAGLE
  8. THE LADY OF LLYN-Y-FAN FACH
  9. DAVID AND HIS MOTHER
  10. THE VENGEANCE OF THE FAIRIES
  11. THE OLD WOMAN WHO FOOLED THE DEVIL
  12. THE WOMEN SOLDIERS OF FISHGUARD
  13. HOW BALA LAKE BEGAN
  14. THE FURRY DAY SONG

 

Available online in paperback and/or eBook formats:

Paperback at http://abelapublishing.com/legend-lands–14-legends-from-poldark-country_p31503131.htm

eBook (PDF & ePUB formats) at https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_LEGEND_LAND?id=9L5gDQAAQBAJ

GETTING THERE

  1. St. Michael’s Mount, also known as “the mount”, is open from February to October, usually from 10:30 to 16:00 each day. however, first check the mount’s webpage at  http://www.stmichaelsmount.co.uk/

To confirm the times the Mount will be open during your planned visit. Use this website to also check what times the causeway from Marazion to the mount will be open due to tidal activity.

 

To get there:

  • Take the Great Western Railway (GWR) service from London, Paddington via Exeter and Plymouth to Penzance and alight at Penzance.
  • By Bus
  • Walk to the bus station across the road from the train station near to the tourist information centre (TIC).
  • Take bus 2 or 39A to Marazion from stand E. Busses leave on average every half hour. The journey takes 25 – 30 minutes.

By Taxi

  • Taxi from Penzance station to St Michael’s Mount takes 10 – 15 minutes.

Per foot

  • The walk from Penzance to the mount is 2 miles, or 3.2km and, depending on how fast you walk, could take up to 1 hour to complete.

 

Next Land’s End (see “The Tasks Of Tregeagle” in the next legend) is approximately 10 miles from Penzance and can be visited by bus, taxi or organised coach tour.

legend land-14 Legends from Poldark Country

 

legend land-14 Legends from Poldark Country

This is a reissue in book form of the first series of leaflets “The Line to Legend Land.” A modern title could very well be “LEGENDS FROM POLDARK COUNTRY.”

 

Originally published by the G.W.R. in 1922, this small volume was an early form of the Great Western Railway’s modern day “Top 10 Things To Do” and gave the rail traveller a list of West Country legends to look up and places to see. This edition has twelve tales plus a poem and a song from the West Country of Devon, Cornwall – the area in which POLDARK is filmed. Each legend has an updated “How to Get There” section with train, bus and distance information. There are also two supplements, “The Furry Day Song” and the iconic “Trelawny”, also known as “The Song of the Western Men.”

 

In older, simpler days, when reading was a rare accomplishment, our many times great-grandparents would gather round their blazing hearths on the long, dark winter nights and pass away the hours before bedtime in conversation and story-telling.

 

The old stories were told again and again and children learned them by heart in their earliest years and passed them on to their children and grandchildren in turn. In origin, most of these old legends date from the very dawn of our history, possibly even in a time before Stonehenge has been erected. They may have even been told around the camp-fires of that first British army that went out to face Cæsar’s invasion, now almost two millennia ago, and again in the marshes of Southern England by the army of Alfred the Great before they finally defeated the Viking invaders.

 

Later, much later, with the spread of education and the introduction of formal curricula, in which folklore seems to have no place, they began to die. Then, when many more folk could read and books grew cheap there was no longer the need to call upon memory for the old-fashioned romances, and so they began to fade from the modern consciousness. Yet there have always been those who loved the old tales best, and wrote them down before it was too late, so that they might be preserved forever. A few of them are retold briefly here with instructions of how to get to the very places in Devon, Cornwall and Wales that these legends originated from.
Be sure to check out the Poldark filming locations map in the images attached to this post.

 

BUY AS A PAPERBACK OR EBOOK
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eBooks in PDF & ePUB formats: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_LEGEND_LAND?id=9L5gDQAAQBAJ

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ISBN: 978-1-910882-83-2

Herein are 32 Victorian Christmas poems and stories for children. The 16 stories are drawn from that bountiful library of French, Spanish and English authors. You will find stories like:

 

THE CHRISTMAS CUCKOO,

THE LOUIS-D’OR,

THE PRINCESS AND THE RAGAMUFFIN and

THE YULE LOG.

 

There are even three relatively unknown Christmas stories from the pen of that master of storytelling – CHARLES DICKENS.

 

The 16 Christmas poems are an extract from THE BELLS OF CHRISTMAS by various poets collated by Kate Douglas Wiggin and Nora Archibald Smith originally published in 1906 with poems like Let the Holly Be Hung by Frank Dempster Sherman, The Adoration of the Wise Men by Cecil Frances Alexander and The Christmas Silence by Margaret Deland.

 

So download and read this volume of festive goodwill which brings out the real meaning of Christmas.

 

eBook Link on Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Various_A_VICTORIAN_CHRISTMAS?id=3JikDQAAQBAJ

 

Below is a FREE excerpt:

CHRISTMAS IN THE FOREST.

From the French of André Theuriet.

 

Christmas Eve that year was bleak and cold, and the village seemed benumbed. The houses were closed hermetically, and so were the stables, from which came the muffled sound of animals chewing the cud. From time to time the clacking of wooden shoes on the hardened ground resounded through the deserted streets, then a door was hastily opened and closed, and all relapsed into silence. It was evident from the thick smoke rising through the chimneys into the gray air that every family was huddled around its hearth while the housewife prepared the Christmas supper. Stooping forward, with their legs stretched out to the fire, their countenances beaming with pleasure at the prospect of the morrow’s festival and the foretaste of the fat and juicy blood-sausages, the peasants laughed at the north wind that swept the roads, at the frost that powdered the trees of the forest, and the ice that seemed to vitrify the streams and the river. Following their example, my friend Tristan and I spent the livelong day in the old house of the Abbatiale at the corner of the hearth, smoking our pipes and reading poetry. At sundown we had grown tired of seclusion and determined to venture out.

 

“The forest must be a strange sight with this heavy frost,” said I to Tristan. “Suppose we take a turn through the wood after supper; besides, I must see the sabotiers from Courroy about a little matter.”

 

So we pulled on our gaiters, stuffed our pipes, wrapped ourselves in our cloaks and mufflers, and penetrated into the wood.

 

We walked along cheerfully over the rugged, hardened soil of the trenches furrowed with deep, frozen ruts. Through the copse on either side we saw mysterious white depths. After a damp night the north wind had transformed the mists and vapors that overhung the branches into a tangle of snowy lace. In the half light of the gloaming we could still distinguish the sparkling needles of the junipers, the frosted puffs of the clematis, the bluish crystallizations of the beech, and the silver filigree of the nut-trees. The silence was broken by the occasional creaking of the frozen limbs, and every now and then a breath of impalpable white dust dampened our cheeks as it melted there.

 

We walked along at a steady pace, and in less than an hour caught sight of the red and flickering glow of the sabotiers’ camp pitched on the edge of the forest above a stream that flowed down toward the valley of Santonge. The settlement consisted of a spacious, cone-shaped, dirt-coated hut and a cabin with board walls carefully sealed with moss. The hut answered the combined purposes of dormitory and kitchen; the cabin was used for the stowing away of tools and wooden shoes, and also for the two donkeys employed in the transportation of goods. The sabotiers, masters, apprentices, friends, and children were seated on beech logs around the fire in front of the hut, and their mobile silhouettes formed intensely black profiles against the red of the fire. Three short posts driven into the ground and drawn together at the top formed the crane, from which hung an iron pot that simmered over the coals. An appetizing odor of stewed hare escaped from the tin lid as it rose and fell under the puffs of vapor. The master, a lively, nervous, hairy little man, welcomed us with his usual cordiality.

 

“Sit down and warm yourselves,” said he. “You find us preparing the Christmas supper. I’m afraid we’ll not sleep over soundly to-night. My old woman is ill. I’ve fixed her a bed in the cabin where she’ll be more comfortable, and warmer on account of the animals. My boy has gone to Santonge to get the doctor. There’s no time to be lost. My little girl is kept busy running from the cabin to the hut.”

 

We had no sooner taken our seats around the fire than the snowflakes began to whirl about in the stillness above us. They fell so thick and fast that in less than a quarter of an hour we were compelled to protect the fire with a hurdle covered with sackcloth.

 

“By my faith! gentlemen,” said the sabotier, “you’ll not be able to start out again in this storm. You’ll have to stay and have your Christmas supper with us,—and taste of our stew.”

 

The weather was certainly not tempting, and we accepted the invitation. Besides, the adventure amused us, and we were delighted at the prospect of a Christmas supper in the heart of the forest. An hour later we were in the hut, and by the light of a miserable little candle-end we had our Christmas supper, devouring our hare-stew with a sharp appetite and washing it down with a draught of unfermented wine that scraped our throats. The snow fell thicker and thicker, wrapping the forest in a soft white wadding that deadened every sound. Now and then the sabotier rose and went into the cabin, then came back looking worried, listening anxiously for the good woman from Santonge. Suddenly a few metallic notes, muffled by the snow, rose softly from the depth of the valley. A similar sound from an opposite direction rang out in answer, then followed a third and a fourth, and soon a vague confusion of Christmas chimes floated over the forest.

 

Our hosts, without interrupting the process of mastication and while they passed around the wine-jug, tried to recognize the various chimes by the fulness of the sounds.

 

“Those—now—those are the bells from Vivey. They are hardly any louder than the sound of the donkey’s hoofs on the stones.”

 

“That is the bell of Auberive!”

 

“Yes; and that peal that sounds like the droning of a swarm of beetles, that’s the Grancey chimes.”

 

During this discussion Tristan and I began to succumb to the combined action of warmth and fully satisfied appetite. Our eyes blinked, and before we knew it we fell asleep on the moss of the hut, lulled by the music of the Christmas chimes. A piercing shriek followed by a sound of joyful voices woke us with a start.

 

It had ceased snowing. The night was growing pale, and through the little skylight we could see above the fleecy trees a faint light in the sky, where a belated star hung quivering.

 

“It is a boy!” shouted the master, bursting in upon us. “Gentlemen, if you think you would like to see him, why, I should be very glad; and it might bring him luck.”

 

We went crunching over the snow after him to the cabin, lighted by a smoky lamp. On her bed of laths and moss lay the young mother, weak and exhausted, her head thrown back, her pale face framed in by a mass of frowzy auburn hair. The “good woman,” assisted by the little girl, was bundling up the new-comer, who wailed feebly. The two donkeys, amazed at so much stir and confusion, turned their kindly gray faces toward the bed, shook their long ears, and gazed around them with wide, intelligent eyes, blowing through their nostrils puffs of warm vapor that hung like a thin mist on the air. At the foot of the bed stood a young shepherd, with a black and white she-goat and a new-born kid.

 

“I have brought you the she-goat, Ma’am Fleuriot,” said he, in his Langrois drawl. “You can have her for the boy as long as you wish.”

 

The goat was baaing, the new-born child wailed, and the donkeys breathed loudly. There was something primitive and biblical about the whole scene.

 

Without, in the violet light of the dawn, while a distant church-bell scattered its early notes through the air, one of the young apprentices, dancing in the snow to keep warm, sang out at the top of his lungs that old Christmas carol, which seemed then full of new meaning and poetry,—

 

“He is born, the little Child.

 

Ring out, hautbois! ring out, bagpipes!

 

He is born, the little Child;

 

Let us sing the happy news.”

NOTE: This is a FREE resource, so do be resourceful yourselves and feel free to update the gifts being sought. If you don’t have any daughters, feel free to swap the girls names for boys names
A dialogue for Two Little Girls, Ten or Twelve Years Old – by John d MacDonald (1919)
SceneSitting room

(For telephone use box ten by fifteen inches or larger. Fix it to an upright that can be moved out on the platform. Have one end fixed like trap door. Tie skates to muff about one foot apart. Shove muff in box first and then skates. Put electric or bicycle bell on box. Run heavy cord to the window for telephone wire. Have mouthpiece on box, and have box high enough so that the speaker must stand on a chair. Have a receiver or an imitation quite a way from the box—perhaps six or seven feet. Do not hurry.)

Esther (seated in small rocker). This is Christmas Eve, Mabel, and I suppose that Santa Claus has his pack all made up, and is off with his reindeer to visit all the good little boys and girls all over the world. I do hope he will be sure and come to (name your own town or city), because I want something very much this year. Just think, last Christmas I laid awake most all night to see him, but I didn’t see him at all. I don’t know when he got in the house or how he got out, but he just fooled me, that’s what he did.

Mabel. No doubt he’s started on his journey by this time. I think he must ride like the wind to get all over the world in a night. Why it took all night and a day for us to go to Aunt Ella’s last Thanksgiving time, and that’s not so far as around the world. But I would like to see Santa this year so I could tell him what I want. They say if Santa Claus knows what you want he will almost always bring it to you.

Esther. Yes, I know he will, because Maggie Brown wrote to him last year and told him that she wanted a pony and a cart and he brought it to her.

Mabel. And Tommy Carter wrote to him, too, and told him that he wanted a bicycle and he got it, too. I guess Santa is a nice old man.

Esther. And Mrs. Santa must be a nice old lady, too, or she wouldn’t dress all those nice dolls for Mr. Santa Claus.

Mabel. It’s too bad that we did not write to him last week, and then he surely would have gotten our letter.

Esther (rising up and putting doll in the chair). Mabel, why not telephone to him? Papa has a long distance telephone, and I talked away down to New York through it once, and I guess if cousin Mary could hear me in New York, Santa Claus ought to hear me in Santa Claus Land.

Mabel. Wasn’t Papa with you when you talked that time, Esther?

Esther. Yes, but I remember just how I did it. You just ring the bell, and talk in the box, and listen for the answer. Let’s try it, anyway.

Mabel. All right, we will, but he may not be at home. He must start early to travel so far.

Esther. I will ask Mrs. Santa Claus anyway. Now let’s do it quick, before any one comes in.

Mabel (getting a chair for Esther to stand on). Here Esther, you must stand upon this chair. Now be careful not to fall off.

Esther (gets upon chair). Now you take the receiver and stand over there (points) and listen to what she says (Esther rings.)

Mabel. Some one is there, Esther. Ask them to give you Santa Claus Land.

Esther. Hello, hello! Give me Santa Claus Land, please.

Mabel. She says that this is Santa Claus Land.

Esther. Hello! Is this Mrs. Santa Claus?

Mabel. She says “yes.” Ask her if Mr. Santa Claus is at home.

Esther. Mrs. Santa Claus, Mrs. Santa Claus, is Mr. Santa Claus at home?

Mabel. She says “no,” he isn’t. He has gone on a journey to visit all the good boys and girls.

Esther. Hello, hello, Mrs. Santa Claus. Does Mr. Santa Claus only make one trip on Christmas Eve?

Mabel. She says “yes,” that is all he makes. Ask her to send some one after him to catch him, because we want something very special.

Esther. Mrs. Santa Claus. (Both wait a moment.)

Mabel. She can’t be at the phone, Esther, ring her up again.

Esther (rings again). Hello, Mrs. Santa Claus, will you please send some one after Mr. Santa Claus, to tell him that we want something special?

Mabel (waits a moment). She’s not there yet, Esther. Ring her up again. (Esther rings quite hard.) Now she is there, and she wants to know why we bother her so on Christmas Eve.

Esther. Mrs. Santa, please send some one after Mr. Santa, and tell him that we are two good little girls, and we want a muff and a pair of skates, and some candy canes as long as your arm. Now don’t forget, Mrs. Santa—a muff, and skates, and candy canes as long as myself.

Mabel. She says that Santa is too far away, and nobody could catch him now. And she says that we must not bother her any more as she is busy making her Christmas pies.

Esther (to Mabel). But I want my candy cane (rings several times).

Mabel (frightened). Oh, Esther, Mrs. Santy will be awfully angry with us. Let’s go away.

Esther (getting impatient). Does she answer the ring?

Mabel. No. (Esther rings harder than before.) Now she is there and she wants to know if it is the same two little girls.

Esther (into the phone). Yes, it’s Mabel and me, and we want Santa Claus to bring us some skates, and a muff and candy canes as long as a fishing-pole.

Mabel. She says that we must be good or Santa won’t come to (name your town) tonight at all. We bother her a lot, she says.

Esther (into the phone). Mrs. Santa—Mrs. Santa—(no answer.)

Mabel. She has gone away again, Esther. Let’s not bother her any more or she may send some one after Santa to tell on us.

Esther. I want to know if Santa is coming to (your town) tonight, anyway (rings long and several times).

Mabel (frightened). I guess she is angry with us, Esther. Please do let’s stop now. Let’s not ring any more, because I don’t care for the skates, anyway.

Esther (to Mabel). Isn’t she there yet?

Mabel. No—I guess not. (Esther rings and rings.) Oh, Oh, Esther do stop!

Esther. Now—is—she—there?

Mabel. Yes, and she wants papa to take those naughty girls away from the “phone,” or Santa won’t come to (your town) tonight. Please do stop ringing, Esther. (Listens.) Oh, Esther, I think I hear papa coming, and he will be angry, too.

Esther. No, papa won’t be angry, he would like to have us get our muff and skates. (Ring, rings and rings.)

Mabel (during the ringing). Oh, Esther, oh, Esther! She says to stop that ringing!!

Esther (stamping her foot, keeps on ringing). I’m mad with her, Mabel (then into the phone). Mrs. Santa—Mrs. Santa—do you hear, Mrs. Santa? Do—you—hear—Mrs. Santa? We want our muff, and our skates, and the candy canes as big as a house. Do—you—hear, Mrs. Santa? Mrs. Santa! I want my muff[7] and skates. (Rings while talking.) I am mad with you, Mrs. Santa. I want my muff. (Here pull the trap and the skates drop out, pulling the muff also. Esther jumps down from the chair, Mabel drops the receiver. They seize the skates and muff and say, as they hold them up): We’ve got them. We’ve got them, the skates and muff, the skates and muff!

(Players Exit)

Fugitive Prince - Prince Regent of Tezcuco, Mexico - Baba Indaba Children's Stories

Fugitive Prince – Prince Regent of Tezcuco, Mexico – Baba Indaba Children’s Stories

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 80

In Issue 80 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates the ancient tale of Nezahualcoyotl, Prince Regent of Tezcuco. Long ago and far, far away in the ancient land of Anahuac, that is modern day Mexico, the Tecpanecs overcame the Acolhuans of Tezcuco and slew their king. Nezahualcoyotl (Fasting Coyote), the heir to the Tezcucan throne, saw his father laid low from the shelter of a tree close by, and succeeded in making his escape from the invaders. This is the story of his subsequent thrilling adventures and eventual ascension to the Tezcuco throne.

 

INCLUDES LINKS TO 8 FREE STORIES TO DOWNLOADS

 

Each issue also has a “WHERE IN THE WORLD – LOOK IT UP” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

 

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

 

eBooks available in PDF and ePub formats. Link: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_THE_FUGITIVE_PRINCE_The_Stories_and_A?id=x_MVDAAAQBAJ

A Story about a Rabbit - Baba Indaba Children's StoriesISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 79

 

In Issue 79 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates the ancient Tibetan tale of a rabbit who is wronged and sets out on a path of revenge with dire consequences. You’ll have to download and read the story to find out what happened. Don’t forget to look for the Tibetan proverb at the end of the story.

 

INCLUDES LINKS TO 8 FREE STORIES TO DOWNLOADS

 

Each issue also has a “WHERE IN THE WORLD – LOOK IT UP” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

 

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

 

eBooks available in PDF and ePub formats. Link: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_A_STORY_ABOUT_A_RABBIT_An_Ancient_Tib?id=8dwVDAAAQBAJ

Two Aesops Fables - Baba Indaba Children's Stories

Two Aesops Fables – Baba Indaba Children’s Stories

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 78

In Issue 78 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates two of Aesop’s fables – “The Raven and the Swan” and “The Frogs and the Ox.” These fables have been simplified and rewritten for children and, as per usual, there is an easily understandable moral for children.

 

INCLUDES LINKS TO 8 FREE STORIES TO DOWNLOADS

 

Each issue also has a “WHERE IN THE WORLD – LOOK IT UP” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

 

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

 

eBooks available in PDF and ePub formats. Link: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Aesop_the_Storyteller_TWO_AESOP_S_FABLES_Simplifie?id=ys8VDAAAQBAJ

A PUZZLE - Old Scottish Riddle - A Baba Indaba Children's Story

A PUZZLE – Old Scottish Riddle – A Baba Indaba Children’s Story

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 77

In Issue 77 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates an old Scottish riddle used to teach children. It goes something like this…..in Scotland, there was a custom once through the Gældom, when a man would die, that the whole people of the place would gather together to the house in which the dead man was called Tigh aire faire (the shealing of watching, now better known as a wake), and they would be at drinking, and singing, and telling tales, till the white day should come.

 

At this time they were gathered together in the house of watching, and there was a man in this house, and when the tale went about, he had neither tale nor song, and as he had not, he was put out at the door. When he was put out he stood at the end of the barn; he was afraid to go farther. He was but a short time standing when a number of apparitions passed him by. When he asked an old woman for an explanation, he was left even more perplexed…… So what was so mystifying about the apparitions and the explanation he received? Well you’ll just have to download and read the story to find out what went on.

 

INCLUDES LINKS TO 8 FREE STORIES TO DOWNLOADS

 

Each issue also has a “WHERE IN THE WORLD – LOOK IT UP” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

 

eBooks available in PDF and ePub formats. Link: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_A_PUZZLE_An_Old_Scottish_Riddle?id=Ec8VDAAAQBAJ

A Phantom Funeral - Baba Indaba Children's Stories

A Phantom Funeral – Baba Indaba Children’s Stories

ISSN: 2397-9607 Issue 76

In Issue 76 of the Baba Indaba Children’s Stories, Baba Indaba narrates the old Welsh tale of the phantom funeral. A ghostly procession of mourners and wailers passes by a farm just before sunset one day. You’ll have to download and read the story to find out why this was so extraordinary.

 

Each issue also has a “Where in the World – Look it Up” section, where young readers are challenged to look up a place on a map somewhere in the world. The place, town or city is relevant to the story, on map. HINT – use Google maps.

 

INCLUDES LINKS TO 8 FREE DOWNLOADS

 

Baba Indaba is a fictitious Zulu storyteller who narrates children’s stories from around the world. Baba Indaba translates as “Father of Stories”.

 

eBooks available in PDF and ePub formats. Link: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Anon_E_Mouse_A_PHANTOM_FUNERAL_An_ancient_Welsh_ta?id=MM0VDAAAQBAJ