SKATING IN HOLLAND.

HOLLAND is the country for skating. People of all ages engage in it.

The rivers there are very numerous. It is a pretty sight to see a grand

plain of ice covered with persons thus amusing themselves. The most

skilful skater is at the head; each catches the coat of the one before

him--the weakest in the middle.

Some of the best-trained ones perform all manner of dexterous tricks,

much to the amusement of the great crowds. A good skater makes twelve

miles an hour. Some who do not like skating have a curious sledge,

resembling a ship, in which you may go twenty-four miles an hour. Is

not that very wonderful?

They fasten to the vessel a very strong piece of iron which cuts into

the ice. It has a sail larger than that of a real vessel of the same

size, so the wind propels it, and it is steered as though on water.

This, however, is quite a dangerous amusement. They are often dashed

against something and broken to pieces. Besides, some cannot endure

cutting the air at such a speed.

It is a grand sight to see all things like a fine panorama before you

whilst travelling at lightning speed, in one of those singular sledges.

In these they often go from Amsterdam to Saardam; this latter place is

one of the nicest in Holland. The houses are wooden, and all nicely

painted. The people are so neat that they will not permit a carriage to

pass through their streets. Wealthy Dutch merchants reside here. Here

Peter the Great once worked as a carpenter, to learn ship-building.

Near by are two thousand windmills, and one for grinding coffee, and

also sawmills, which saw thirty planks at a time.

There is a story told which I think will amuse you. An ambassador wrote

to the Emperor of Morocco, that during certain seasons all the rivers

of the Netherlands were covered with something resembling sugar-candy,

and which could bear horses and carriages, and that vast multitudes

glided over these cakes like ostriches, with smooth irons fastened to

their feet. The Emperor thought this so marvellous that he called him a

story-teller.

The people are very reckless; sometimes go gliding over the ice in

sledges when it is really bending under their weight.

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