Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: April 30, 2025
One morning Little Bluewing went out for a walk. She ran through fields and meadows, singing songs which nobody had ever heard, and which came into her heart from nowhere. The morning sun shone brightly and seemed so young, as if it had only just been born; the air was fresh and sweet, and the evaporating dew cooled her little face. When she came to the wood, she met an old man in a green dress.
"Good morning, child," said the woman. "Have you been to see the gardener at Sunnyglade?" "Good morning, woman," said Little Bluewing without stopping. "Well, you aren't a gossip," said the woman. Next she met a gipsy. "Where are you going to?" asked the gipsy. "Straight ahead," answered Little Bluewing. "Then you won't be led astray," said the gipsy. Then she met a milkman.
The slow-worm was really there, although its copper looked a bit rusty. "Hallo! There is Little Bluewing, who is to have the goldpowder," said the copper snake. "Well, you shall have it on three conditions: no to talk, not to be led astray, not to be inquisitive. Now go straight ahead and you will find the goldpowder." Little Bluewing went straight ahead. On her way she met a woman.
His only treasure was his little daughter, whom everybody in the village called "Little Bluewing," because she always wore a ski blue dress with wide sleeves, which fluttered like wings when she moved.
Yes, now you can form an idea of the generosity and wisdom of nature. "And now, let's see about the goldpowder." He paused to see whether Little Bluewing was at all curious. But she was not. "And now, let's see about the goldpowder," he repeated. Another pause! No, Little Bluewing could hold her tongue, although she was as not much more than a baby.
Grouse, domestic per pair $3.00 Grouse, foreign " " $1.25 to 1.75 Partridge, domestic " " 3.50 " 4.00 Woodcock, domestic " " 1.50 " 2.00 Golden plover per dozen 2.50 " 3.50 English snipe " " 2.00 " 3.00 Canvasback duck per pair 2.25 " 3.00 Redhead duck " " 1.50 " 2.50 Mallard duck " " " 1.25 Bluewing teal " " .75 " 1.00 Greenwing teal " " .75 " .90 Broadbill duck " " .50 " .75 Rail, No. 1 per dozen " 1.00 Rail, No. 2 " " " .60 Venison, whole deer per pound .22 " .25 Venison, saddle " " .30 " .35
There is, by the bye, a little blue butterfly whom the people call bluewing; you can see it in the summer sitting on the tall blades of the grass, and its wings resemble a flax blossom; a fluttering flax blossom with antenna instead of filaments.
Little Bluewing, the dragoon's little bluewing, that is, was not like other children; she always talked very sensibly, but she often said queer things, and everybody was puzzled to know where she got them from. All living things loved her, even the animals; fowls and calves ran up to her when they saw her, and she even dared to stroke the bull.
Little Bluewing thought it strange, but continued her way without giving him as much as a look. "And you aren't curious, either," said the milkman. And now Little Bluewing was standing at the foot of the mountain; the sunbeams fell through the hazel bushes on the green leaves of a luxurious plant which shone like gold. It was the goldpowder.
Little Bluewing held up her lips and kissed the old man, and immediately his face changed and he looked fifty years younger. "I have kissed a child, I have grown young again," said the gardener. "You owe me no thanks. Farewell!" Little Bluewing went to the wood where the nuts grew. The silver-linden was rustling in the breeze, and the humble-bees hummed and buzzed round its blossoms.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking