Blanche McManus

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Blanche McManus Our Little Dutch Cousin

All kinds of queer tublike boats, with big brown sails, tanned to preserve them from the damp, passed them, and soon they turned into the river Zaan.
"There is Zaandam," said Mynheer; "they say that most of the people who live there are millionaires. It is a wealthy little town."
"You would not think so from the looks of the houses," remarked Pieter; "they seem mostly to be small brick cottages of one story, with a tiny yard in front."
As the steamer glides along, between green meadows as flat as one's hand, they could see on all sides innumerable windmills.
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Blanche McManus Our Little Dutch Cousin

I don't see how they do it," said Wilhelmina.
"It must be hard work, but they don't seem to mind it," said her father.
It looked as if the children did not, for they were plump and round, and as they passed, they smiled shyly and said "Good morning," and kept looking back with grins of amusement.
"The father is the one who has the easy time," said Pieter; "see, he sits comfortably beside the big tiller, to which he only gives a slight turn once and again, for the canals are so straight that the 'tjalk' does not require much steering.
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Blanche McManus Our Little Dutch Cousin

Thousands and thousands of men have to watch these dikes day and night, for one little leak might be the means of flooding miles of country, and washing away many homes and lives. When the cry is heard, "The dike is breaking!" every man, woman, and child must go and help [46] do their share toward fighting back the water.
"Well, I am proud of my Dutch blood," said Theodore; "they are a splendid little people to work as they do, and they have had a hard fight to keep their heads above water.
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