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Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_204683
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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future. I do not know liow far I liave
benefited from my travels, but one import-
ant conclusion I have drawn from them.'
'What is that?' said his friend.
'Why, you know it is tbe current opinion
with us, that every thing in this world was
made for our use. Now, I have seen such
vast tracts not at all fit for our residence,
and peopled with creatures so much larger
and stronger than ourselves, that I cannot
help being convinced that the Creator had
in view their accomodation as well as
ours, in making this world.'
'I confess this seems probable enough;
but you had better keep your opinion to
vourself.'
'Why so?'
'You know we ants are a vain race, and
make high pretensions to wisdom as well
as antiquity.^ We shall be affronted with
any attempts to lessen our importance in
<iur own eyes."
'liut there is no wisdom in being de-
ceived.'
'Well — do as you think proper. Mean-
time, farewell, and thanks for the enter-
tainment you liave given me.'
'Farewell I'
1(5. THE CAMEL.
One bitter cold day a man lighted a large
lire, and lying down before it, he exclaimed,
■'Oh! how comfortable this is — how good
it is to be warm." 'So it appears', said a
gruir voice outside.
The man turned round and beheld a
camel standing by Ihe door of the hut,
which, imfortunately for him, he had left
open. Too lazy to rise, he contented him-
self with taking up a stick which he threw*
at the camel, — but the latter merely bow-
ed his head, until he could poke it in at
the door, while he said, 'Allow me to warm
me, it is so cold.'
'Go away,' exclaimed tlie man, throwing
another stick at him, — '1 do not want your
ugly head in my hut, there is scarcely room
for me.'
will only poke it in a little way," said
Ihe camel; 'and as for its being ugly, it
certainly is not kind nor polite lo remind
me of that, which is a misfortune rather
lhan a fault.'
A few minutes afterwards he heard a
lieavy step, and looking up, he saw that
the camel had managed to put his fore
feet, as well as his great shoulders inside
the hut.
'Come, this is too much of a good thing,'
said the man, as he took up a stick and
began beating him; 'just please to get out
of my hut, or I will make you.'
'Dear sir,' replied the camel in a piteous
tone of voice, while he tried hard to squeeze
out a few tears; 'dear sir, you were kind
enough to allow me to put my head in, and
as a matter of course, my shoulders follow-
ed; as for my feet, 1 cannot see that they
take up much room If you only knew
how the tire warms my poor bones, and
how I suffer from the rheumatism, you
would have some pity.' 'Well well, I don't
want to be hard upon you, but remember —
you are not to come a step nearer.'
*No, certainly not,' said the crafty camel,
while all the time he was creeping in by
slow degrees; 'no, certainly not', and in
another moment he gave a push and got
his whole body inside the hut. 'Well, you
are impudent,' exclaimed the man who
fearing lest he might be crushed, ran for
safety to a corner of the hut: told you
there was no room for you, and yet here
you are, — how can you impose thus upon
my good nature?'
The camel only replied by stretching
himself at full length on the lloor of the
but.
This cool manner of treating the matter
made the man so angry, that he seized the
poker and began beating the camel.
'Have a care, my friend,' said the latter,
as he retmned the blows with one stroke
from his leg, 'two can play at that game';
and then as the unfortunate man fell down
crushed and bleeding, he added, — 'you
have no one to blame but yourself, had you
not given me peimission to put my head
in your hut, my body would not have
followed.'
The man may represent conscience, and
the camel sin. Conscience being nearly
asleep, leaves the door of the heart un-
guarded. And then sin came, looking so
great and ugly, and making excuse to get
in, while conscience was too much at ease
to resist.
'When the man had looked at the camel
a little while, he did not think him ugly;
and that is true, for, when people get over
their first hatred of sin, they begin to think
it not so bad as it once appeai'ed, — and
then it comes just like the camel, creeping,
creeping in by slow degrees, until the heart
is filled with it and conscience is silenced
for ever.'
The man thought himself secure from
danger and so left the door of his hut open;
sin enters it and takes possession of our
hearts. (U. D. Howe.)