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Title: Harper's young people
Year: 1879 (1870s)
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Subjects: Children's periodicals, American
Publisher: New York : Harper & Bros.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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swords in their hands, and still crying Ghent!swarmed into Bruges, and quickly took possession of thetown. The Counts army was utterly routed and scatter-ed, and the Count himself would have been taken prisonerif one of the Ghent burghers had not hidden him and help-ed him to escape from the city. Van Arteveldes soldiers, who had eaten the last of theirfood that morning in the belief that they would never eatanother meal on earth, supped that night on the richestdishes that Bruges could supply; and now that the Countwas overthrown, great wagon trains of provisions pouredinto poor, starving Ghent. There was a great golden dragon on the belfry of Bruges,of which the Bruges people were very proud. That drag-on had once stood on the Church of St. Sophia in Con-stantinople, and the Emperor Baldwin had sent it as a pre-sent to Bruges. In token of their victory Van Arteveldestroublesome burghers took down the golden dragonand carried it to Ghent. .JANT.UIY 16, 1883. HAMPERS TOUXG PEOPLE. 169
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170 HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. VOLUME IV. WRECKED ON AN ICEBERG. A SAILORS STORY.BY WILLIAM J. LACEY. AND so, lads, you would like to hear the story of whatI am a little too fond, it may be, of calling Mystrange Christmas-day on an Iceberg. Ay, strange enough I did think it at the time, too. Asyou must know, boys, it was only my second voyage,and I wasnt very much bigger than Master James here,then. Very likely, if the truth was all told, I was a bitwayward and wild, as lads are apt to be still, I fear. But,bless you, that voyage, or rather its ending, was enoughto sober anybody. Ive never forgotten it, and if the restof my mates are still alive, I dont expect any one of themhas either. Well, when the time came for me to leave school, andmy parents—who were comparatively well-to-do—wishedto send me up into a London counting-house, where Ishould have had a very good chance indeed of rising, Irebelled. My mind was set 011 going to sea. My lock-er -was cram-full of Marryats novels, naval

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