Anxiousness - Americanization ( Part 1 )

"I want you to...

Along an island in the North Sea,5 miles from the Dutch Coast,stretches a unsafe ledge of rocks that has proved the graveyard of many a vessel sailing that turbulent sea. On this island when lived a group of guys who, as each and every vessel was wrecked, looted the vessel and murdered those of the crew who reached shore. The government of the Netherlands decided to exterminate the island pira tes,and for the job King William chosen a young lawyer at The Hague.

"I want you to clean up that island," was the royal order. It was a formidable job for a young man of twenty-odd years. By royal proclamation he was created mayor of the island, and with in a year, a court of law becoming established, the young lawyer was appointed judge and in that dual capacity he "cleaned up" the island.

The young man now decided to settle on the island, and began to appear about for a home. It was a grim location, barren of tree or living green of any sort it was as if a man had been exiled to Siberia. Nevertheless, argued the young mayor, an ugly spot is ugly only because it is not lovely. And beautiful he determined this island really should be.

A single day the young mayor-judge called together his council. "We ought to have trees," he mentioned "we can make this island a spot of beauty if we will!" But the practical seafaring men demurred the small funds they had was required for matters far far more read full article urgent than trees.

"Very properly," was the may or's choice--and little they guessed what the words had been destined to mean --"I will do it myself." And that year he planted 1 hundred trees, the initial the island had ever observed.

"As well cold," said the islanders "the severe north winds and storms will kill them all."

"Then I will plant far more," mentioned the unperturbed mayor. And for the fifty years that he lived on the island he did so. He planted trees each and every year and, furthermore, he had deeded to the island government land which he turned into public squares an d parks, and exactly where each and every spring he set out shrubs and plants.

Moistened by the salt mist the trees did not wither, but grew prodigiously. In all that expanse of turbulent sea --and recommended reading only these who have noticed the North Sea in a storm know how turbulent it can be-- look at this there was not a foot of ground on which the birds, storm-driven across the water-waste, could rest in their flight. Hundreds of dead birds usually covered the surface of the sea. Then 1 day the trees had grown tall enough to appear more than the sea, and, spe nt and driven,the initial birds came and rested in their leafy shelter. And others came and located protection, and gave their gratitude vent in song. Inside a few years so many birds had found the trees in this new island residence that they attracted the focus not only of the native islanders but also of the people on the shore five miles distant, and the island became renowned as the residence of the rarest and most beautiful birds. So grateful had been the birds for their resting-spot that they chose a single end of the island as a specific spot for the laying of their eggs and the raising of their young, and they relatively peopled it. It was not extended ahead of ornithologists from various parts of the globe came to "Eggland," as the farthermost point of the island came to be recognized, to see the marvelous sight, not of thousands but of hundreds of thousands of bird-eggs.