The Little Hero of Holland
Adapted from Etta Austin Blaisdell and Mary Frances Blaisdell
Here is the true story of brave heart, one willing to hold on as long as it takes to get the job done.
Holland is a country where much of the land lies below sea level. Only great walls called dikes keep the North Sea from rushing in and flooding the land. For centuries the people of Holland have worked to keep the walls strong so that their country will be safe and dry. Even the little children know the dikes must be watched every moment, and that a hole no langer than your finger can be a very dangerous thing.
Many years ago there lived in Holland a boy named Peter. Peter's father was one of the men who tended the gates in the dikes, called sluices. He opened and closed the sluices so that ships could pass out of Holland's canals into the great sea.
One afternoon in the early fall, when Peter was eight years old, his mother called him from his play. "Come, Peter," she said. "I want you to go across the dike and take these cakes to your friend, the blind man. If you go quickly, and do not stop to play, you will be home again before dark."
The little boy was glad to go on such an errand, and strated off with a light heart. He stayed with the poor blind man a little while to tell him about his walk along the dike and about the sun and the flowers and the ships far out at sea. Then he remembered his mother's wish that he should return before dark and, bidding his friend goodbye, he set out for home.
As he walked beside thecanal, he noticed how the rains had swollen the waters, and how they beat against the side of the dike, and he thought of his father's gates.
"I am glad they are so strong," he said to himself. "If they gave way what would become of us?These pretty fields would be covered with water. Father always calls them the`angry waters.´ I suppose he thinks they are angry at him for keeping them out so long."
As he walked along he sometimes stopped to pick the pretty blue flowers that grew beside the road, or to listen to the rabbits´soft tread as they rustled through the grass. But oftener he smiled as he thought of his visit to the poor blind man who had so few pleasures and was always so glad to see him.
Suddenly he noticed that the sun was setting, and that it was growing dark. "Mother will be watching for me," he thought, and he began to run toward home.
Just then he heard a noise. It was the sound of trickling water! He stopped and looked down. There was a small hole in the dike, through which a tiny stream was flowing,
Any child in Holland is frightened at the thought of a leak in the dike.
Peter understood the danger at once. If the water ran through a little hole it would soon make a larger one, and the whole country would be flooded. In a moment he saw what he must do. Throwing away his flowers, he climbed down the side of the dike and thrust his finger into the tiny hole.
The flowing of the water was stopped!
"Oho!" he said to himself. "The angry waters must stay back now. I can keep them back with my finger. Holland shall not be drowned while I am here."
This was all very well at first, but soon it grew dark and cold. The little fellow shouted and screamed. "Come here; come here," he called. But no one heard him; no one came to help him.
It grew still colder, and his arm ached, and began to grow stiff and numb. He shouted again. "Will no one come? Mother! Mother!"
But his mother had looked anxiously along the dike road many times since sunset for her little boy, and now she had closed and locked the cotage door, thinking that Peter was spending the night with his blind friend, and that she would scold him in the morning for staying away from home without permission. Continued