Little Tom   By: Václav Tille (1867-1937)

PROF. V. TILLE

LITTLE TOM

ILLUSTRATED BY

O. [vS]TÁFL

PUBLISHER B. KO[vC]Í PRAGUE·CZECHOSLOVAKIA]

LITTLE TOM

LITTLE TOM

TOLD BY V. TILLE AND ILLUSTRATED BY O. [vS]TÁFL.

PUBLISHED BY B. KO[vC]Í, 14, MASARYK QUAY, PRAGUE, CZECHOSLOVAKIA. 1922.

CONTENTS.

PAGE Chapter one: THE CHRISTENING OF LITTLE TOM 5 Chapter two: HOW LITTLE TOM WAS FOUND BY HIS GODMOTHER 17 Chapter three: LITTLE TOM'S TRIP AROUND THE WORLD 29 Chapter four: LITTLE TOM IN THE ENCHANTED CASTLE 41 Chapter five: LITTLE TOM'S ADVENTURES IN THE GARDEN 49 Chapter six: LITTLE TOM'S EXCURSIONS 63 Chapter seven: LITTLE TOM AND CHRYSOMELA 75 Chapter eight: THE ANTS' TOWN 87 Chapter nine: THE WAR OF THE ANTS 99 Chapter ten: LITTLE TOM IN CAPTIVITY AND FREEDOM 109 Chapter eleven: CHRYSOMELA'S DEATH 123

Printed by Jos. B. Zápoto[vc]ný, Rokycany, Czechoslovakia.

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CHAPTER ONE.

THE CHRISTENING OF LITTLE TOM.

THE WIDOW THAT GATHERED HERBS. CHRISTMAS EVE. THE MESSENGER OF THE KING OF THE GOBLINS. THE CHRISTENING OF LITTLE TOM. WHAT LITTLE TOM'S GODMOTHER FOUND IN THE WELL NEAR THE CHAPEL.

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In a little wooden hut within the shadow of the forest and close to a noisy brook, a poor widow dwelt alone. She passed her days gathering and drying plants and herbs, from which she was forever making strange simples which proved very helpful to the village people and their cattle when illness came upon them. But the villagers only came to visit her when they had need of her medicines, and these had such wonderful power to cure that it was whispered about the lonely old woman to be a witch.

The villagers also told strange stories about her, for no one knew whence she came or when she had taken up her solitary abode apart from the village.

Many said that she sprang from the race of knights, who, in an age long past, lived in their great castle deep in the woods and on the hill which rose above the little hut. But no knights lived there now, nor had they for many, many years, and the castle had been in ruins for a longer time than the oldest people could remember. In fact, all that now remained of the great place which the old folks liked to tell their grandchildren about, was a little chapel near the edge of the dark woods and, beside it, an old, old well, now entirely filled up and overgrown with weeds.

But the widow was not lonely, nor did she wish anyone to help her care for her little house and the garden she loved so dearly, or even the field beyond where grazed her cow, »Speckle«. Whenever anyone came to her in trouble or in illness, she was glad to put aside on the instant whatever task she was about and to give her advice or administer the medicine which always brought relief and cure, for she understood all troubles and illnesses and knew the simples for each.

Inside the little hut, everything was as clean and orderly as one would find in the castles of the nobility, where many servants toiled and swept. Over the thatched roof an old lime tree spread its friendly branches, and all day long there sounded about the fragrant buds and blossoms sounded the cheerful humming of swarms of grateful bees.

The great beams along the walls of the hut were rubbed clean with red earth and on the whitewashed spaces, between the little windows and the door, were painted red and yellow flowers with leaves of green, while in its bed of earth a blue strip of real flowers ran all around the house.