There was once a little boy whose name was Lars, and because he was so little he was called Little Lasse; he was a brave little man, for he sailed round the world in a pea-shell boat.  
It was summer time, when the pea shells grew long and green in the garden. Little Lasse crept into the pea bed where the pea stalks rose high above his cap, and he picked seventeen large shells, the longest and straightest he could find.
 
Little Lasse thought, perhaps, that no one saw him; but that was foolish, for God sees everywhere.
 
Then the gardener came with his gun over his shoulder, and he heard something in the pea bed.
 
‘I think that must be a sparrow,’ he said. ‘Ras! Ras!’ but no sparrows flew out, for Little Lasse had no wings, only two small legs. ‘Wait! I will load my gun and shoot the sparrows,’ said the gardener.
 
Then Little Lasse was frightened, and crept out on to the path.
 
‘Forgive me, dear gardener!’ he said. ‘I wanted to get some fine boats.’
 
‘Well, I will this time,’ said the gardener. ‘But another time Little Lasse must ask leave to go and look for boats in the pea bed.’
 
‘I will,’ answered Lasse; and he went off to the shore. Then he opened the shells with a pin, split them carefully in two, and broke small little bits of sticks for the rowers’ seats. Then he took the peas which were in the shells and put them in the boats for . Some of the shells got broken, some remained whole, and when all were ready Lasse had twelve boats. But they should not be boats, they should be large . He had three liners, three , three brigs and three . The largest liner was called Hercules, and the smallest The . Little Lasse put all the twelve into the water, and they floated as splendidly and as proudly as any great ships over the waves of the ocean.
 
And now the ships must sail round the world. The great island over there was Asia; that large stone Africa; the little island America; the small stones were Polynesia; and the shore from which the ships sailed out was Europe. The whole fleet set off and sailed far away to other parts of the world. The ships of the line a straight course to Asia, the frigates sailed to Africa, the brigs to America, and the schooners to Polynesia. But Little Lasse remained in Europe, and threw small stones out into the great sea.
 
Now, there was on the shore of Europe a real boat, father’s own, a beautiful white-painted boat, and Little Lasse got into it. Father and mother had forbidden this, but Little Lasse forgot. He thought he should very much like to travel to some other part of the world.
 
‘I shall row out a little way—only a very little way,’ he thought. The pea-shell boats had travelled so far that they only looked like little on the ocean. ‘I shall seize Hercules on the coast of Asia,’ said Lasse, ‘and then row home again to Europe.’
 
He shook the rope that held the boat, and, strange to say, the rope became loose. Ditsch, ratsch, a man is a man, and so Little Lasse manned the boat.
 
Now he would row—and he could row, for he had rowed so often on the step sat home, when the steps pretended to be a boat and father’s big stick an . But when Little Lasse wanted to row there were no to be found in the boat. The oars were locked up in the boat-house, and Little Lasse had not noticed that the boat was empty. It is not so easy as one thinks to row to Asia without oars.
 
What could Little Lasse do now? The boat was already some distance out on the sea, and the wind, which blew from land, was driving it still further out. Lasse was frightened and began to cry. But there was no one on the shore to hear him. Only a big crow perched alone in the birch tree; and the gardener’s black cat sat under the birch tree, waiting to catch the crow. Neither of them troubled themselves in the least about Little Lasse, who was drifting out to sea.
 
Ah! how sorry Little Lasse was now that he had been disobedient and got into the boat, when father and mother had so often forbidden him to do so! Now it was too late, he could not get back to land. Perhaps he would be lost out on the great sea. What should he do?
 
When he had shouted until he was tired and no one heard him, he put his two little hands together and said, ‘Good God, do not be angry with Little Lasse.’ And then he went to sleep. For although it was daylight, old Nukku Matti was sitting on the shores of the ‘Land of Nod,’ and was fishing for little children with his long fishing rod. He heard the low words which Little Lasse said to God, and he immediately drew the boat to himself and laid Little Lasse to sleep on a bed of rose leaves.
 
Then Nukku Matti said to one of the Dreams, ‘Play with Little Lasse, so that he does not feel lonesome.’
 
It was a little dream-boy, so little, so little, that he was less than Lasse himself; he had blue eyes and fair hair, a red cap with a silver band, and white coat with pearls on the collar. He came to Little Lasse and said, ‘Would you like to sail round the world?’
 
‘Yes,’ said Lasse in his sleep, ‘I should like to.’
 
‘Come, then,’ said the dream-boy, ‘and let us sail in your pea-shell boats. You shall sail in Hercules and I shall sail in The Flea.’
 
So they sailed away from the ‘Land of Nod,’ and in a little while Hercules and The Flea were on the shores of Asia away at the other end of the world, where the Ice Sea flows through Behring Straits into the Pacific Ocean. A long way off in the winter mist they could see the explorer Nordenskiold with his ship Vega trying to find an opening between the ice. It was so cold, so cold; the great glittered strangely, and the huge whales now lived under the ice, for they could not make a hole through with their awkward heads. All around on the shore there was snow and snow as far as the eye could see; little grey men in shaggy skins moved about, and drove in small through the snow drifts, but the sledges were by dogs.
 
‘Shall we land here?’ asked the dream-boy.
 
‘No,’ said Little Lasse. ‘I am so afraid that the whales would swallow us up, and the big dogs bite us. Let us sail instead to another part of the world.’
 
‘Very well,’ said the dream-boy with the red cap and the silver band; ‘it is not far to America’—and at the same moment they were there.
 
The sun was shining and it was very warm. Tall palm trees grew in long rows on the shore and bore in their top branches. Men red as over the immense green prairies and shot their arrows at the , who turned against them with their sharp horns. An enormous cobra which had crept up the stem of a tall palm tree threw itself on to a little llama that was grazing at the foot. Knaps! it was all over the little llama.
 
‘Shall we land here?’ asked the dream-boy.
 
‘No,’ said Little Lasse. ‘I am so afraid that the buffaloes will us, and the great serpent eat us up. Let us travel to another part of the world.’
 
‘Very well,’ said the dream-boy with the white coat, ‘it is only a little way to Polynesia’—and then they were there.
 
It was very warm there, as warm as in a hot bath in Finland. spices grew on the shores: the pepper plant, the cinnamon tree, , saffron; the coffee plant and the tea plant. Brown people with long ears and thick lips, and painted faces, hunted a yellow-spotted tiger among the high bamboos on the shore, and the tiger turned ............