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    Undine
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    Undine

    By Friedrich Heinrich Karl La Motte-Fouqué, Katharine Cameron and Mary Esther Miller MacGregor

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 25, 2013
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      Undine - Friedrich Heinrich Karl La Motte-Fouqué

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Undine, by Friedrich de la Motte Fouquée

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      Title: Undine

      Author: Friedrich de la Motte Fouquée

      Editor: Mary Macgregor

      Illustrator: Katharine Cameron

      Release Date: July 4, 2006 [EBook #18752]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNDINE ***

      Produced by Jason Isbell, Sankar Viswanathan, and the

      Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net

      TOLD TO THE CHILDREN SERIES

      EDITED BY LOUEY CHISHOLM

      On the threshold stood a little maiden. See page 14 .

      Friedrich de la Motte Fouquée

      UNDINE

      TOLD TO THE CHILDREN BY

      MARY MACGREGOR

      WITH PICTURES BY

      KATHARINE CAMERON

      LONDON: T. C. & E. C. JACK

      NEW YORK: E. P. DUTTON & CO.

      TO MARGARET

      ABOUT THIS BOOK

      Undine is the name of the water maiden whose story you will read as you turn the leaves of this little book.

      Undine is beautiful as the dawn stealing across the waters, beautiful as the spray of the crystal waves.

      Yet when she comes to earth she comes to seek for that without which her beauty will be for ever cold, cold and chill as the surge of the salt, salt sea.

      Look deep into her blue eyes and you will see why her beauty is so cold, so chill.

      In the eyes of every mortal you may see a soul. In the gay blue eyes of Undine, look you long and never so deep, no soul will look forth to meet your gaze.

      Love, joy, sorrow, these are the pearls that shine in the eyes of every mortal. But in the eyes of the water maiden there is no gleam of love, no sparkle of joy, no tear of sorrow.

      Undine has come to earth to seek for a soul. Without one she may never know the golden gifts God has given to each mortal, gifts these of love, joy, sorrow.

      You will read in this little book how Undine, the water maiden, won for herself a human soul.

      MARY MACGREGOR.

      CONTENTS

      LIST OF PICTURES

      CHAPTER I

      THE FISHERMAN AND THE KNIGHT

      A fisherman brought a stool to the doorway of his home and, sitting down, he began to mend his nets.

      His cottage stood in the midst of green meadows, and his eyes grew glad as he looked at the green grass. After the heat of the fair summer's day it was so cool, so refreshing.

      At the foot of the meadows lay a large lake of clear blue water. The fisherman knew it well. It was there his work was done, through sunshine or through storm.

      To-day, as his gaze wandered from the green meadows to the blue lake, he thought he saw the waters stretch out soft arms, until slowly they drew the fair meadows, the little cottage into a loving embrace.

      The fisherman, his wife and their foster-child lived very quietly on this pleasant spot. It was but seldom that any one passed their door, for between the beautiful meadows and the nearest town lay a wood. So wild and gloomy was the wood, so tangled its pathway, that no one cared to enter it.

      Moreover, it was said that there were strange beings lurking amid the gloom—ugly goblins, misshapen gnomes; and there were shadowy spirits too, which flitted through the branches of the strongest trees, and these even the bravest would not wish to see.

      Through this dark and haunted wood the old fisherman had often to journey.

      It was true that he entered the dreaded shades with fear, yet no spectre ever crossed his path. But perhaps that was because the thoughts of the old man were pure, or perhaps because he never entered the forest without singing a hymn in a clear brave voice.

      As the fisherman sat mending his nets on this fair summer eve he began to move restlessly, to glance around uneasily.

      Then a sudden terror fell upon him as he heard a noise in the forest behind.

      Ah, how the trees rustled and how the grass was being trampled underfoot! Could it be a horseman who made haste to escape from some terrible foe?

      And now, although he was wide awake, the fisherman seemed to see a figure, which he had seen before only in his dreams.

      He saw the figure of a tall, strong, snow-white man, who came with slow steps toward him, and at each step he took, the figure nodded his great white head.

      The fisherman rubbed his eyes as he glanced toward the wood. At the same moment the wind seemed to blow the leaves aside to make room for the snow-white man, whose head never ceased to nod.

      'Well,' said the fisherman to himself, 'I have ever passed through the forest unharmed, why should I fear that evil will befall me here?' and he began to repeat aloud a verse of the Bible.

      At the sound of his own voice courage crept back into the heart of the fisherman, moreover the words of the Holy Book rebuked his fears. Nor was it long before he was able even to laugh and to see how foolish he had been.

      For listen! The white nodding man was after all only a stream which the fisherman knew very well, a stream which ran and bubbled out of the forest and fell into the lake. As for the rustling noise, the fisherman saw what had caused that, as a gaily clad knight rode forth from the forest shadows toward the little cottage.

      This was no spectre or spirit of the wood, this stranger who wore the garments of a knight of high degree. He rode a white horse, which stepped softly, so that the flowers in the meadows lifted their delicate heads uninjured by his tread.

      The fisherman raised his cap as the stranger drew near, and then quietly went on mending his nets.

      Now when the knight

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