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"The story is told with a skill that makes it much more than a tale of weird happenings in a boy's life addressed merely to young people. In fact, only their elders will be able fully to appreciate it and to understand its significance. It is a book that is filled with the spirit of nature that reaches into the hearts of all who are able to commune with her." -Boston Transcript "Like all of Hudson's work, it is exquisite." -The New York Times "Exquisite...Mr Hudson had already written several books which ensured for his name a prominent place in English literature but, undoubtedly, 'The Little Boy Lost' will be his chief claim to fame, for not only is it an excellent literary work, it is a veritable fountain of youth....Little Martin abandons the home of his parents, away in the Great Plain which, by inference, we assume to be the Argentine Pampas - and finds his way to the ocean after going through a series of most interesting adventures....In this respect, 'The Little Boy Lost' reminds us of 'Don Quixote.'" -The Public "A charming tale of wanderings among strange creatures, among the people of the sky and the little people underground; by the blue water, and in the great forest." -Times "No book has so nearly approached the Heart of Beauty since Charles Kingsley gave us 'The Water Babies.'" -Ladies' Field "A fascinating child romance, full of imagination and originality." -World "The poetry of the story and the vivid beauty of its style give it a texture far richer and more lasting than a mere fairy tale. For such a perfect jewel one craves a finer setting; far better let the mind picture the pages than clutter them with crude drawings." -The Nation "Readers of the author's autobiography will recognize in the opening chapters of this book the reflection of his own childhood. The little boy, Martin, lives alone with his parents on the great pampas. His playmates are the domestic animals and the wild horses of the plain. As he grows older, getting to be about seven, he wanders farther and farther from home, discovering new marvels and experiencing new sensations. Then one day he goes so far that he can not return. The adventures that he meets are compounded, the author says, of 'childish impressions and adventures, with a few dreams and fancies thrown in and two or three native legends and myths.' He has tried to put into the story the quality that he missed in the books read in early life, 'the little thrills that nature itself gave me, which half frightened and fascinated me at the same time, the wonder and mystery of it all." -Book Review Digest "It is after the manner of Richard Jefferies. Will stir the imagination." -Yorkshire Post "A charming fancy. Constant in the love of Nature. Full of enchantment." -Morning Post "Will appeal to the exceptionally imaginative child who is responsive to the beauty of nature." -Booklist

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William Henry Hudson (4 August 1841 – 18 August 1922) was an author, naturalist, and ornithologist.Hudson was born in Quilmes, near Buenos Aires, Argentina. He was the son of Daniel Hudson and his wife Catherine née Kemble, United States settlers of English and Irish origin. He spent his youth studying the local flora and fauna and observing both natural and human dramas on what was then a lawless frontier, publishing his ornithological work in Proceedings of the Royal Zoological Society, initially in an English mingled with Spanish idioms. He had a special love of Patagonia.

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Excerpt: ...For only answer the other squealed and whinnied, grimacing and kicking his legs up at the same time. Then the horses advanced to them, and gathering round in a close crowd began touching Martin with their noses. He liked it-the softness of their sensitive skins, which were like velvet, and putting up his hands he began to stroke their noses. Then one by one, after smelling him, and being touched by his hand, they turned away, and going down into the valley were soon scattered about, most of them grazing, some rolling, others lying stretched out on the grass as if to sleep; while the young foals in the troop, leaving their dams, began playing about and challenging one another to run a race. Martin, following and watching them, almost wished that he too could go on four legs to join them in their games. He trusted those wild horses, but he was still puzzled by that strange man, who had also left him now and was going quietly round on all fours, smelling at the grass. By-and-by he found something to his liking in a small patch of tender green clover, which he began nosing and tearing it up with his teeth, then turning his head round he stared back at Martin, his jaws working vigorously all the time, the stems and leaves of the clover he was eating sticking out from his mouth and hanging about his beard. All at once he jumped up, and flying back at Martin, snatched him up from the ground, carried him to the clover patch, and set him upon it, face down, on all fours; then when Martin sat up he grasped him by the head and forced it down until his nose was on the grass so as to make him smell it and know that it was good. But smell it he would not, and finally the other seized him roughly again and, opening his mouth, forced a bunch of grass into it. Illustration: "It's grass, and I sha'n't eat it!" screamed Martin, crying with anger at being so treated, and spewing the green stuff out of his mouth. Then the man released him, and, withdrawing a space of...

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