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Various

"Stories of Childhood"

Zen my moder tank my granfader much times, and
ce kiss him, and ce kiss Jeem, and ce kiss Fred; and zey kiss me, and
zey kiss ze baby, and zey kiss my moder; and zey cry and zey go avay,
and my moder ce scream and ce cry. Zen my granfader leave Jeem and Fred,
and he come back, and he tell my moder dot ce not cry; much vords he
tell her. Zen he go avay, and ze vinds blow, and ze ship ce go and ce go.
"Long time ze ship go, much days and much nights. And von time ze vinds
blow too hard, and ze ship go von vay and von vay, and ze vaters come
vay high, and ze vinds make big noise, and it tunder, like ze sky break;
and von ze trees have come crash down on ze ship, and all ze peoples cry,
Gott im Himmel! Gott im Himmel! and all ze time zey cry, and zey tink
dot zey go vay down in ze deep. My moder ce be kneeled down, mit ze baby
in von arm and mit me in von arm, and ce not cry, but all ze time ce
pray and ce pray; and vile ce pray, ze ship come crash on ze rock, and
much ze peoples go vay down in ze vater, and too much zey cry, too loud.
Zen my moder have tie ze baby mit her shawl, and me ce hold mit von arm,
and mit von arm ce hold on ze ship. Von time ze vater, ven it come vay
high, take me avay, and my moder have loss me, and too loud ce scream,
and von man dare he get me fon ze vater mit my hair, and long time he
hold me mit his arm.


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