Peeps At Many Lands: Belgium   By: George W. T. (George William Thomson) Omond (1846-1929)

PEEPS AT MANY LANDS

BELGIUM

BY GEORGE W. T. OMOND

ILLUSTRATED BY AMÉDÉE FORESTIER

LONDON ADAM AND CHARLES BLACK 1909

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. THE SANDS OPPOSITE ENGLAND II. INLAND: THE FLEMISH PLAIN III. TRAVELLING IN BELGIUM IV. SOME OF THE TOWNS: THE ARDENNES V. BELGIAN CHILDREN: THE "PREMIÈRE COMMUNION" VI. CHRISTMAS IN BELGIUM VII. NEW YEAR'S DAY VIII. PAGEANTS AND PROCESSIONS IX. THE STORY OF ST. EVERMAIRE: A COUNTRY PAGEANT X. THE CARNIVAL XI. CHILDREN'S WINTER FESTIVALS XII. THE ARCHERS: GAMES PLAYED IN BELGIUM XIII. WHAT THE BELGIANS SPEAK XIV. A SHORT HISTORY XV. THE BELGIAN ARMY: THE CONGO

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

BY AMÉDÉE FORESTIER

A PEASANT WOMAN OF THE ARDENNES frontispiece THE DUNES A SHRIMPER ON HORSEBACK, COXYDE THE VEGETABLE MARKET, BRUGES ANTWERP THE HÔTEL DE VILLE, BRUSSELS AT THE KERMESSE A CHÂTEAU IN THE LESSE VALLEY A FARMSTEADING PLAYING "JEU DE BOULE" AT A FLEMISH INN VILLAGE AND CANAL, ADINKERQUE WATERLOO: THE FARM OF LA BELLE ALLIANCE AND THE MOUND SURMOUNTED BY THE BELGIAN LION A MILK SELLER IN BRUGES on the cover

Sketch Map of Belgium.

[Illustration: SKETCH MAP OF BELGIUM.]

[Illustration: THE DUNES.]

BELGIUM

CHAPTER I

THE SANDS OPPOSITE ENGLAND

If you leave the mouth of the Thames, or the white chalk cliffs at Dover, and sail over the water just where the English Channel meets the North Sea, you will in about three or four hours see before you a long expanse of yellow sand, and rising behind it a low ridge of sandhills, which look in the distance like a range of baby mountains. These sandhills are called "dunes." Here and there at intervals you will see a number of little towns, each town standing by itself on the shore, and separated from its neighbour by a row of dunes and a stretch of sand.

This is your first view of the little country called Belgium, which is bounded on the east by Holland, and on the west by France. It is, from end to end, about half the size of Ireland.

There are no cliffs or rocks, no shingle or stones covered with seaweed. There are no trees. It is all bare sand, with moss and rushes on the higher ground above the beach. In winter the wind rages with terrific violence along the coast. The sand is blown in all directions, and the waves dash fiercely on the shore. It is cold and stormy, with mist and dark clouds, and sometimes violent showers of hail. But in summer all is changed. Often, week after week, the waves roll gently in, and break in ripples on the beach. The sky is blue, and the sands are warm. It is the best place in the world for digging and building castles. There are very few shells to gather; but there are no dangerous rocks or slippery places, and children can wade about and play in perfect safety. So many families Belgians, English, Germans, and a few French spend the summer holidays there.