KISINGTON TOWN - A Children's Adventure Story
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On the High Street of Kisington lived a boy named Harold, who was chief of all the boys in town. He could run faster, jump higher, solve a problem more quickly, and throw a ball farther than any other boy of his age. He was tall and straight and broad-shouldered and all the boys liked Harold, especially Richard and Robert, his chums.
Harold was the son of a poor widow and Harold’s mother knew it, However, she determined that her son should be a scholar, and she worked early and late to earn the money for his education.
One day when Harold was about twelve years old, a terrible thing befell his city. Red Rex, a fierce and powerful King, ruler of the neighboring kingdom, decided to wage war on this peaceful Kingdom and besieged the city. The Great Bell tolled and all the citizens gathered and they decided that Red Rex should hear the Chronicle of Kisington and Harold was chosen to be the one who is send to read the Chronicle to Red Rex. And here begins the adventures of Harold,
To find out what happened next, you’ll have to download the book and find out for yourself.
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KISINGTON TOWN - A Children's Adventure Story - Abbie Farwell Brown
Kisington Town
by
Abbie Farwell Brown
With Illustrations by
Ruby Winckle
"
Blessed are the peacemakers."
[Illustration: Le Lion Passant]
Originally Published by
Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston & New York
[1915]
Resurrected By
Abela Publishing, London
[2020]
Kisington Town
Typographical arrangement of this edition
© Abela Publishing 2020
This book may not be reproduced in its current format in any manner in any media, or transmitted by any means whatsoever, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, or mechanical ( including photocopy, file or video recording, internet web sites, blogs, wikis, or any other information storage and retrieval system) except as permitted by law without the prior written permission of the publisher.
Abela Publishing,
London
United Kingdom
2020
ISBN-13: 978-X-XXXXXX-XX-X
email:
Books@AbelaPublishing.com
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[A boy sitting on a bed, reading. A castle is visible through the window behind him.]Dedication
To the Best of Readers
Whose Pleasant Voices taught me the Love of Books
Dear Father : Dear Mother
O for a book and a shadie nook
Eyther in-a-door or out,
With the greene leaves whisp'ring overhede,
Or the street-cryes all about,
Where I may Reade at my ease,
Both of the Newe and Olde
For a jollie goode Booke, whereon to looke,
Is better to me than Golde!
-- Old Song
Contents
I. Harold
II. The Siege Of Kisington
III. Red Rex
IV. The Dragon Of Hushby, Part I
V. The Dragon Of Hushby, Part Ii
VI. The Dragon Of Hushby, Part Iii
VII. The Bargain
VIII. The Wonder-Garden
IX. The King's Coat Of Arms
X. The Lion Passant
XI. Hope
XII. The Hermit Gnome
XIII. Harold's Luncheon
XIV. The Robber
XV. The Bandaged Hand
XVI. The King's Pie
XVII. The Mystery Of The Pie
XVIII. Little Bear: An Ojibway Legend
XIX. The Red King's Visit
XX. The Bear's Daughter
XXI. Red Rex And King Victor
XXII. The Books Conquer
NOTE: The tales of The Wonder-Garden
and The King's Pie
are here reprinted by courteous permission of the publishers of St. Nicholas, in which magazine they originally appeared. The tales of The Dragon of Hushby,
The Lion Passant,
and Little Bear,
are reprinted by kind permission of the publishers of The Churchman. The Icelandic legend of The Bear's Daughter
is sketched from notes of a talk by Vilhjalmir Stefánsson, the explorer, who is lamented as lost on the late unfortunate voyage of the Karluk to Arctic waters.
Illustrations
There Were Wide Window-Seats And Cushions -- Colored frontispiece.
Harold Began To Read From The Red-And-Gold Book
She Looked Bad-Tempered
The Maidens Would Pause To Look After The Golden Coach
He Stood In The Doorway Talking With The Stranger
From drawings by
Ruby Winckler
I:
Harold
Once upon a time there was a peaceful Kingdom which you will hardly find upon the map. In one corner of the Kingdom by the sea was the pretty little Town of Kisington, where a great many strange things had happened in the past, the chronicles of which filled the town library.
On the High Street of Kisington lived a boy named Harold, who was chief of all the boys in town. He could run faster, jump higher, solve a problem more quickly, and throw a ball farther than any other lad of his age. He was tall and straight and broad-shouldered. His hair was brown and curly, and his eyes were sky-color,--sometimes blue, sometimes gray, sometimes almost black. All the boys liked Harold, especially Richard and Robert, his chums. And Harold liked all the boys and their doings; especially these same two, Robert and Richard.
Harold was the son of a poor widow; one of the poorest in the Kingdom. But though she was so poor, the mother of Harold was determined that her son should be a scholar, because he liked books. And she worked early and late to earn the money for his education.
When Harold was not in school or playing out of doors with the other boys, he always had a book in his hand. Often this happened in the town library, where Harold loved to go. But almost as often it happened at home. For though Harold liked to read to himself, he liked quite as well to read aloud to his mother, who ever since she was a tiny child had always been so busy taking care of other people that she had never found time to learn to read for herself. The greatest happiness of her life came in the evening when her work was done. Then she could sit in a cozy chair in their cottage and hear her boy read the exciting books which he got from the library of Kisington. And the other boys--especially Richard and Robert--liked also to hear Harold read; for his voice was agreeable and he read simply and naturally, without any gestures or tremulous tones, without pulling queer faces such as make listeners want to sink through the floor with embarrassment.
Every time Harold read a story aloud he liked it better than before; every time he read aloud he read better than he had done the last time, until there was nobody in Kisington, not even the Librarian himself, who was so good a reader as Harold. But the other boys were not jealous, Harold was so good-natured and always ready to read to them.
The Librarian was a very important personage indeed in Kisington. You see, this was a peaceful Kingdom, where books were more thought of than bullets, and libraries than battleships. The Librarian wore a splendid velvet gown with fur upon the hood, and a gold chain around his neck with a medal, and he was second in importance only to the Lord Mayor himself.
One summer evening the windows of the cottage where Harold and his mother lived were wide open, and Harold was reading aloud to her. For a wonder, they were quite by themselves. The Librarian, who was a lonely old fellow without chick or child of his own, happened to be passing down the High Street when he heard the sound of a voice reading. It read so well that he stopped to listen. Presently he tapped on the door and begged to be invited within the better to hear the reading. The widow was very proud and pleased, you may be sure. She bade the Librarian welcome, and Harold continued to read until curfew sounded for everyone to go to bed. The Librarian patted him on the head and asked if he might come again to hear such good reading. He came, in fact, the very next night.
After that Harold usually had an audience of at least two on the long evenings, even when the other boys were busy. The Librarian became his fast friend. He liked to come to the little cottage better than anywhere else in the world, except to his own library. But at the library he in turn was host, and Harold became his guest. And he showed Harold many wonderful things in that library of which no one but the Librarian knew the existence,--strange histories, forgotten chronicles, wonder-tales. Gradually Harold became almost as well acquainted with the books as was the Librarian himself; though, of course, he did not at first understand them all. Nothing happens all at once. The other fellows called Harold the Book-Wizard.
The library was a beautiful building on the main square, close by the Lord Mayor's house and the belfry, where swung the great town bell. It was open freely to everyone, from morning until night, and anyone could always get any book he wanted, for there were many copies of each book. The caretakers always knew just where to find the book one wished. Or the reader might go in and choose for himself; which is a pleasanter thing when you have forgotten the name of your book, or do not know just which book you want most until you have looked about.
The shelves of the library were nice and low, so that, no matter how little you were, you could reach the books without standing on tiptoe or climbing a dangerous ladder. And everywhere in the library were well-lighted tables to put books on, and cozy chairs, and crickets for your feet, and cushions for your back. There were wide window-seats, too, where between chapters one could curl up and look down into a beautiful garden.
The air of the library was always sweet and clean. The books were always bright and fresh. There was no noise, nor dust, nor torn pages, nor cross looks to disturb one. The people who took care of the books were civil and obliging. It was indeed a very rare and unusual library. No wonder Harold and the Librarian and all the other citizens of Kisington loved it and were proud of it and used it very often.
II:
The Siege of Kisington
Now, when Harold was about twelve years old, a terrible thing befell his city. Red Rex, ruler of the neighboring land across the border, decided to make war on this peaceful Kingdom, just for fun. He was a fierce and powerful King, and he had a fierce and powerful army, always ready, night and day. One morning, without any warning whatever, they marched right up to the walls of Kisington, which were never defended, and laid siege to the city. They began to batter the gates and mine the walls and fire into the city arrows and cannon-balls, or whatever were the fashionable missiles of that long-past day. The peaceful city was in danger of being utterly destroyed.
The people of Kisington were greatly distressed. Though they were brave, they did not want to fight. They had no time for fighting, there were so many more interesting things to attend to: agriculture and commerce, science and art and music, study and play and happiness, all of which come to an end when fighting begins. They did not want to fight; but neither did they want their beautiful city destroyed, with all its treasures.
There was no telephone, no telegraph in those days. Messages went by horses. It would be days before help could come from their own King Victor, who lived in the Capital City. In the mean time what could be done to save Kisington? The Lord Mayor set the great bell to tolling in the belfry, and this called together the Chief Citizens in the hall of the library to consider the emergency.
Alas!
quoth the Lord Mayor, trying to make himself heard in the horrid din that was arising from the city gates, our fair city is threatened, and will be taken in a few hours unless we can devise some plan of wisdom. Force we have not, as you all know. Force is the argument of barbarians. Already a missile has knocked down the statue of Progress from the portal of the library, and I fear that the whole building is doomed. For it is at our library that the enemy seem to be directing their malice.
A groan of anguish answered him. Then the Librarian spoke up. Ah! the misguided King! He does not love books. If only he knew the treasures he is threatening to destroy! He cannot understand.
No. He knows not what he does,
said the Lord Mayor solemnly. He is war-mad and cannot understand anything else. If he had been brought up to love peace and learning and progress better than war and blood, he would be a different man. He would be seeking to know our books in love, not to destroy them with hate. If he had but read our Chronicles, surely he would not wish to put an end to this our unique treasure.
The Librarian started at his words and jumped to his feet. You give me an idea, my Lord Mayor!
he cried. Can we not cause him to change his mind? Can we not interest him in our books, enthrall him in the Chronicles of Kisington, so that he will cease to make war? Can we not at least gain time until our King Victor and his allies shall come to our aid?
Boom! went the cannon, and Crash! the statue of a great poet fell from the portal of the library.
The Lord Mayor shuddered. It is an idea,
he agreed. There is a faint hope. Something must be done, and that quickly. How shall we begin, Sir Librarian?
The Librarian turned to the shelves behind him and took down at random a book bound in red-and-gold. Here, let us begin with this,
he said. It may not be the best of all our Chronicles, but if the warlike King can be induced to read it through, it may serve to hold his wrath for a space.
Who will go with the volume into the enemy's camp?
asked the Lord Mayor dubiously.
We must send our best reader,
said the Librarian. Red Rex must hear the tale read aloud, the better to hold his unaccustomed attention.
Surely, you are the best reader, Sir Librarian,
urged the Lord Mayor generously. How we all admire your style and diction!
Crash! The rainbow window above their heads was shivered into a thousand pieces.
The Lord Mayor turned pale. We must make haste!
he urged, pushing the Librarian gently by the elbow.
Nay,
said the Librarian coolly, releasing himself. There is one who reads far better than I. It is a young boy, the son of a poor widow living on the High Street. Harold is his name, and he reads as sweetly as a nightingale sings. Let us send for him at the same time when our messenger goes to King Victor.
Let it be done immediately!
commanded the Lord Mayor.
This happened on a Saturday, when the boys were not at school. But on account of the bombardment of the city, the Lord Mayor had already given orders that every child should remain in his own home that morning. So Harold was with his mother when the messenger from the Lord Mayor knocked on the door of the little cottage in the High Street, and Robert and Richard did not know anything about it.
Come with me!
said the messenger to Harold. You are needed for important service.
Oh, where is he going?
cried the poor, trembling mother, holding back her boy by the shoulders.
He is to come directly to the library,
said the messenger. The Librarian has a task for him.
Ah! The Librarian!
The mother sighed with relief, and let her hands fall from the shoulders of