single page item is a reproduction of the first page of Johanna
Spyris classic story, Heidi. It makes for a terrific
piece to frame and decorate a study or bedroom!
page is standard 8.5" x 11" in size and has been
hand antiqued via our own unique paper aging process to achieve
a look you wont find anywhere else.
actual page contains the following text (though please note
that the formatting and font will be different as viewed on
this page see photo for exact formatting and look!):
Chapter 1 Up the Mountain to Alm-Uncle
the old and pleasantly situated village of Mayenfeld, a footpath
winds through green and shady meadows to the foot of the mountains,
which on this side look down from their stern and lofty heights
upon the valley below. The land grows gradually wilder as
the path ascends, and the climber has not gone far before
he begins to inhale the fragrance of the short grass and sturdy
mountain-plants, for the way is steep and leads directly up
to the summits above.
a clear sunny morning in June two figures might be seen climbing
the narrow mountain path; one, a tall strong-looking girl,
the other a child whom she was leading by the hand, andwhose
little checks were so aglow with heat that the crimson color
could be seen even through the dark, sunburnt skin. And this
was hardly to be wondered at, for in spite of the hot Junesun
the child was clothed as if to keep off the bitterest frost.
She did not look more than five years old, if as much, but
what her natural figure was like, it would have been hard
to say, forshe had apparently two, if not three dresses, one
above the other, and over these a thick red woollen shawl
wound round about her, so that the little body presented a
shapeless appearance, as, with its small feet shod in thick,
nailed mountain-shoes, it slowly and laboriously plodded its
way up in the heat. The two must have left the valley a good
hours walk behind them, when they came to the hamlet
known as Dorfli, which is situated half-way up the mountain.
Here the wayfarers met with greetings from all sides, some
calling to them from windows, some from open doors, others
from outside, for the elder girl was now in her old home.
She did not, however, pause in her walk to respond to her
friends welcoming cries and questions, but passed on
without stopping for a moment until she reached the last ofthe
scattered houses of the hamlet. Here a voice called to her
from the door: Wait a moment,
antiqued paper is delicately laced with a subtle hint of gold
in the creases creating an almost magical look. (Although
its difficult to catch with a camera, you can see in
the image below how the shimmering is caught in the light)
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