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"Our Little Grecian Cousin" is one of the books in the Little Cousin Series. This book is a story that surrounds a young Grecian girl, Zoe, and her cousin Marco. It is a children's book that resonates around fatherly love, family, and society. A great read for young folks and a great piece every child should own.
Far away in the African antipodesÑat the extreme opposite side of the world from usÑlies South Africa. Vast as is this British possession, it forms but the southernmost point or tip of the great dark continent. In its very heart lies the TransvaalÑthe home of our little Boer cousins. The great "thirst-veldt" of the Kalahari Desert lies to the north-west of their land, which is about the size of England, and with a very similar climate, and to the south, beyond the Drakensberg Mountains, lies Natal, Kaffraria and Zululand. The story of the Transvaal is the story of the BoersÑa stalwart, patriotic and deeply religious race, whose history began one April day in 1652, about the time when Cromwell wasÊat the height of his power, when four Dutch ships, under the daring Jan Van Riebek, entered the bay of Table Mountain and made their first landing at the Cape of Good Hope. We have all read of the splendid valor of the Boers. Their history is as full of romance as it is of pathos and struggle. Such names as "Oom Paul" KrugerÑfour times presidentÑGeneral Botha, and General Joubert, come to us at once when we think of the Transvaal. But there are other great names associated with this land; such remarkable ones as those of Livingstone the "Pathfinder," and "Messenger of God," as he was called; and of Cecil Rhodes, the "Empire Builder," whose dream it was to build the great north roadÑnow nearing completionÑwhich will stretch like a ribbon across the whole African continent from the Cape to the Mediterranean. Perhaps, in this little story, you may gain a glimpse of the surroundings, the wholesome out-of-doorÊfarm-life, work and play of our little Boer cousinsÑboys and girls of the antipodes, and of the bright future which awaits the Transvaal. Ê
Friday morning Frau MŸller and Ferdinand jumped into a fiaker and drove to the railroad station to meet Teresa Runkel. She was a fine-looking child, with round, rosy cheeks; quite tall, with the fair complexion, sunny hair, andsoft, Austrian blue eyes that makes the women of that land famed for their beauty. She was overjoyed at this unexpected pleasure of spending a day or two in the city of Vienna, which she had never seen, although she had passed through several times on her way to and from the convent. She enjoyed the brisk drive to the tall apartment house in the Schwanengasse, and she fairly bubbled with chatter. "After luncheon, my dear," observed Frau MŸller, "we shall have Herr MŸller take you about our city; for Vienna is vastly different from Linz." Herr MŸller joined the party at luncheon at eleven o'clock, which was really the breakfast hour, because Austrian families take only coffee and cakes or rolls in the early morning, eating their hearty breakfast toward the middle of the day, after which they rest for an hour or two, before beginning their afternoon duties. At two o'clock the three were ready for theÊwalk, for Frau MŸller was not to accompany them. Joseph, the portier, an important personage in Viennese life, nodded "A-b-e-n-d" to them, as they passed out the front door of the building, over which he presided as a sort of turnkey. No one may pass in or out without encountering the wary eye of Joseph, who must answer to the police for the inmates of the building, as also for the visitors. And this is a curious custom, not only in Vienna, but other European cities, that immediately upon one's arrival at an hotel, or even a private home, the police are notified, unawares to the visitor, of his movements and his object in being in the city, which reduces chances of crime to a minimum; burglary being almost unknown, picking pockets on the open streets taking its place in most part. Ê