Front Matter
Dedicated to the memory of my Mother and Father, whose loving sympathy
with all that gave me joy made my childhood ideal.
Preface
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
"Pipe a song about a lamb."
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"Pipe a song about a lamb." "Tell a
story about a pony." The plea of universal childhood is for joyful "intimacy with
the life of Nature." Poets, painters, writers,
the lovers of children of all times and
nations, have responded to this childish
longing, but it remained for Friedrich
Froebel to interpret it, and to recognize its
spiritual value. "Each child has a vision
of his own inmost life in the mirror of
Nature," he writes in his commentary on
the Play of Beckoning the Chickens, and
again in the motto for The Little Maiden
and the Stars:—
"All that is noble in your child is stirred,
And every energy to action spurred,
By Nature's silent oft-repeated word."
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His Mother Play Book is full of Nature.
We find the child pictured there playing in
field and meadow, wading in running brook,
plucking flowers, calling chickens, watching
pigeons, living with Nature, and growing
toward God.
Alas that there are children to whom such
joys are denied, but even in them, the little
dwellers in city streets, we find this love of
Nature strong whenever we give them
opportunity to manifest it. I was once in a
kindergarten of city children when a homely
gray kitten strayed into their midst. Oh, the
lighting up of little faces, the reaching out
of little hands, the sympathetic interest that
thrilled their little hearts at the sight!
"Pipe a song about a lamb." My stories
of the happy outdoor world were written
in response to the needs of the little children
with whom my lot is cast. They were suggested to me by the Mother-Plays, and I
have striven, though faultily, to keep them
true to Froebel's ideals for childhood—Truth, Simplicity, and Purity.
The story writer, however, has but small
part in the art of story making for the young
child. It is the story teller who gives life
and glow to the story, and it is with the
hope that you who tell my simple tales will
supply their deficiencies and make them
sweet that I am sending this little volume
forth.
Tuscumbia, Alabama, 1905.
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