1. Preparation

Tell what you know or can find out about the little country called Holland.

The name Holland has been said to mean Hollow-land. Is this a good name for the country?

What is a dike? Do you know of any part of the United States that is protected from overflow by dikes, or levees, as they are sometimes called?

What happens when a small hole, or break, comes in a dike? Have vou ever heard of breaks in the levee along the Mississippi River? How soon should a break be closed?

This poem tells of the brave act of a little boy named Peter, who lived in Holland.

As you read the poem the first time, try chiefly to get the story.

Who is your favorite hero? Compare little Peter with him.

2. Reading Lesson

The Leak In The Dike

The good dame looked from her cottage

At the close of the pleasant day, And cheerily called to her little son

Outside the door at play: "Come, Peter, come ! I want you to go,

While there is light to see, To the hut of the blind old man who lives

Across the dike, for me; And take these cakes I made for him -

They are hot and smoking yet; You have time enough to go and come

Before the sun is set."

Then the good-wife turned to her labor

Humming a simple song, And thought of her husband, working hard

At the sluices all day long; And set the turf a-blazing,

And brought the coarse black bread; That he might find a fire at night,

And find the table spread.

And Peter left the brother,

With whom all day he had played, And the sister who had watched their sports

In the willow's tender shade; And told them they'd see him back before

They saw a star in sight, Though he wouldn't be afraid to go

In the very darkest night!

For he was a brave, bright fellow,

With eye and conscience clear; He could do whatever a boy might do,

And he had not learned to fear. Why, he wouldn't have robbed a bird's nest,

Nor brought a stork to harm, Though never a law in Holland

Had stood to stay his arm !

And now, with his face all glowing,

And eyes as bright as the day, With the thoughts of his pleasant errand,

He trudged along the way; And soon his joyous prattle

Made glad a lonesome place - Alas ! if only the blind old man

Could have seen that happy face ! Yet he somehow caught the brightness

Which his voice and presence lent; And he felt the sunshine come and go

As Peter came and went.

And now, as the day was sinking,

And the winds began to rise, The mother looked from her door again,

Shading her anxious eyes; And saw the shadows deepen

And birds to their homes come back, But never a sign of Peter

Along the level track. But she said: "He will come at morning,

So I need not fret or grieve -

Though it isn't like my boy at all To stay without my leave."

But where was the child delaying?

On the homeward way was he, And across the dike while the sun was up

An hour above the sea. He was stoppirig now to gather flowers,

Now listening to the sound, As the angry waters dashed themselves

Against their narrow bound. "Ah ! well for us," said Peter,

"That the gates are good and strong, And my father tends them carefully,

Or they would not hold you long ! You're a wicked sea," said Peter;

"I know why you fret and chafe; You would like to spoil our lands and homes;

But our sluices keep you safe!"

But hark ! Through the noise of waters

Comes a low, clear, trickling sound; And the child's face pales with terror,

And his blossoms drop to the ground. He is up the bank in a moment,

And, stealing through the sand, He sees a stream not yet so large

As his slender, childish hand. "Tis a leak in the dike ! He is but a boy,

Unused to fearful scenes; But, young as he is, he has learned to know,

The dreadful thing that means.

A leak in the dike! The stoutest heart

Grows faint that cry to hear, And the bravest man in all the land

Turns white with mortal fear. For he knows the smallest leak may grow

To a flood in a single night; And he knows the strength of the cruel sea

When loosed in its angry might.

And the boy! He has seen the danger.

And, shouting a wild alarm, He forces back the weight of the sea

With the strength of his single arm! He listens for the joyful sound

Of a footstep passing nigh; And lays his ear to the ground, to catch

The answer to his cry. And he hears the rough winds blowing,

And the waters rise and fall, But never an answer comes to him,

Save the echo of his call. He sees no hope, no succor,

His feeble voice is lost; Yet what shall he do but watch and wait,

Though he perish at his post!

So, faintly calling and crying

Till the sun is under the sea; Crying and moaning till the stars

Come out for company; He thinks of his brother and sister,

Asleep in their safe warm bed;

He thinks of his father and mother. Of himself as dying - and dead;

And of how, when the night is over, They must come and find him at last:

But he never thinks he can leave the place Where duty holds him fast.

The good dame in the cottage

Is up and astir with the light, For the thought of her little Peter

Has been with her all night. And now she watches the pathway,

As yester eve she had done; But what does she see so strange and black

Against the rising sun? Her neighbors are bearing between them

Something straight to her door; Her child is coming home, but not

As he ever came before!

"He is dead !" she cries; "my darling!"

And the startled father hears, And comes and looks the way she looks,

And fears the thing she fears: Till a glad shout from the bearers

Thrills the stricken man and wife - "Give thanks, for your son has saved our land,

And God has saved his life !" So, there in the morning sunshine

They knelt about the boy; And every head was bared and bent

In tearful, reverent joy.

'Tis many a year since then; but still,

When the sea roars like a flood, Their boys are taught what a boy can do

Who is brave and true and good. For every man in that country

Takes his son by the hand, And tells him of little Peter,

Whose courage saved the land.

They have many a valiant hero,

Remembered through the years: But never one whose name so oft

Is named with loving tears. And his deed shall be sung by the cradle,

And told to the child on the knee,

So long as the dikes of Holland

Divide the land from the sea !

- Phcebe Cary.

3. Oral Composition

Be ready to stand before the class and tell the story in a short and simple form. Leave out anything that is not necessary to the story. If your classmates think you have not got the facts just right, settle the dispute by referring to the poem.

4. Word Studies

(The numbers refer to stanzas.)

1. Cheerily. Find other words that have nearly the same meaning. Do you think of any as good for this place?

Hut. Make a list of names of small houses. Does any of them give just the same picture as this one?

2. A sluice is a stream flowing through a gate that can be closed to keep the water out. What did Peter's father do at the sluices?

What is turf? Did you ever see any that would make good fuel?

3. Why is the willow's shade called tender?

4. Try other words in place of these: trudged, joyous, prattle, lent

5. Fret Does the word mean the same here that it does in the next stanza?

7. Unused. What does the first syllable mean? Might. What is a mighty man? What does might mean here?

8. Try other words in the place of these: save, succor, perish.

12. Think of synonyms for courage. The first line of the next stanza may help you to think of one.

6. Memory Work

Learn the last stanza of the poem. Learn these lines:

"The bravest are the tenderest, The loving are the daring."

6. Written Composition

Write one paragraph telling how Peter showed that he was brave and daring.

Write another paragraph showing that he was tender and loving.