There was once a boy, named Gaspar, whose uncle made voyages to China,and brought him home chessmen, queer toys, porcelain vases,embroidered skullcaps, and all kinds of fine things. He gave him suchgrand descriptions of foreign countries and costumes, that Gaspar wasnot at all satisfied to live in a small village, where the peopledressed in the most commonplace way. At school he was always coveringhis slate with pictures of Turks wearing turbans as large as smallmosques, or Chinese with queues s
...everal yards long, and shoes thatturned up to their knees. Then he read every story he could find ofall possible and impossible adventures, and longed for nothing so muchas to go forth, like Napoleon or Alexander, and make mincemeat of thewhole world.
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