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"The thing whirred up into the air, and hung poised on its wings, . . . a dragon fly, . . . the king of all the flies."—P. 74 (Frontispiece)
A Fairy Tale for a Land-Baby
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR BY
MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED ST. MARTIN'S STREET, LONDON
First Published 1863
Edition with 32 Illustrations in Colour by Warwick Goble, Crown 4to, 1909 With 16 Illustrations in Colour by Warwick Goble, Demy 8vo, October 1910 Reprinted November 1910, 1912 With 16 Illustrations in Colour by Warwick Goble, Medium 8vo, 1922 PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN
TO MY YOUNGEST SON
TO ALL OTHER GOOD LITTLE BOYS
COM E READ M E M Y RIDDLE, EACH GOOD LITTLE M AN; IF YOU CANNOT READ IT, NO GROWN-UP FOLK CAN.
CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII and LAST MORAL
The thing whirred up into the air, and hung poised on its wings, . . . a dragon Frontispiece fly, . . . the king of all the flies.—p. 74 In rushed a stout old nurse from the next room 20 Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child 32 A quiet, silent, rich, happy place 35
She was the Queen of them all From which great trout rushed out on Tom He watched the moonlight on the rippling river Tom had never seen a lobster before The fairies came flying in at the window and brought her such a pretty pair of wings A real live water-baby. which it did every day in the week. and which it would have been well if he had never heard. which last was excellent fun. and plenty of money for Tom to earn and his master to spend. all alone The most beautiful bird of paradise "That's Mother Carey" Pandora and her box 44 88 101 113 126 146 151 172 201 210 219 224 "I heard a thousand blended notes. and when the soot got into his eyes. He had never been taught to say his prayers. and behold! it was open There he saw the last of the Gairfowl. and when his master beat him. What man has made of man. He lived in a great town in the North country. when he was tossing halfpennies with the other boys. and he never washed himself. While in a grove I sate reclined." WORDSWORTH. which happened every day in the week likewise. "To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran. when there was a wall at hand behind which to hide. for there was no water up the court where he lived. which he did every day in the week. and got to the cabinet. And much it grieved my heart to think. CHAPTER I ONCE upon a time there was a little chimney-sweep. rubbing his poor knees and elbows raw. and did not care to do either. He cried when he had to climb the dark flues. or playing leap-frog over the posts. and you have heard it before. In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. He cried half his time. And he laughed the other half of the day. He could not read nor write. and laughed the other half. or of Christ. sitting on the white sand Tom found that the isle stood all on pillars. where there were plenty of chimneys to sweep. so you will not have much trouble in remembering it. and his name was Tom. or bowling stones at the horses' legs as they trotted by. He never had heard of God. and that its roots were full of caves He crept away among the rocks. As for chimney- . standing up on the Allalonestone. and when he had not enough to eat. except in words which you never have heard. That is a short name.
with a pipe in his mouth and a flower in his button-hole. which Tom could just remember. and halloed to him to know where Mr. as he had been in prison once or twice himself. For. one. two. Moreover. and drank more beer that night than he usually did in two. and thought of the fine times coming. as it were. when he would be a man. but then they must have got into cold water. Harthover Place was really a grand place. and have a breath of fresh air. there were good times coming. and knock them about. Grimes and his friends would have liked to poach. And so he rode away. with his drab gaiters. remembering that he had come in the way of business. like a king at the head of his army. drab jacket. as his old donkey did to a hail-storm. in which Mr. and always civil to customers. Grimes. under a flag of truce. Now. but the groom saw him. and keep a white bull-dog with one grey ear. and sit in the public-house with a quart of beer and a long pipe. and considered him a stuck-up fellow. to heave half a brick at his horse's legs. Grimes was Tom's own master. if they could but give satisfaction. and carry her puppies in his pocket. having been sent to gaol by him twice) was the most awful. the Duke of Wellington. with a noble salmon-river. even for the rich North country. were easily housed therein. Mr. with a house so large that in the frame-breaking riots. Grimes was to come up next morning to Sir John Harthover's.sweeping. and. of all places upon earth. just as his master did to him. at least. with miles of game-preserves. And Tom thought so likewise. and the chimneys wanted sweeping. snow-white tie with a smart pin in it. when his master let him have a pull at the leavings of his beer. as they were going to a very great house. and went behind the wall to fetch the half-brick after all. lived. not giving Tom time to ask what the sweep had gone to prison for. and being beaten. and proceeded to take orders. that Tom was offended and disgusted at his appearance. indeed. and make them carry home the soot sacks. but did not. drab breeches. the groom looked so very neat and clean. which Tom believed to be monsters who were in the habit of eating children. in which Mr. Sir John (whom he had seen. so he put the half-brick down quietly behind the wall. and other people paid for them. on which occasions Tom saw pheasants. Yes. of all men on earth. Harthover Place (which he had never seen) was the most wonderful. while he rode before them on his donkey. and might make a very good thing of it. like the rain and snow and thunder. for his old chimney-sweep was gone to prison. he knocked Tom down again. Mr. His master was so delighted at his new customer that he knocked Tom down out of hand. and wear velveteens and ankle-jacks. the chimney-sweep. Grimes and the collier lads poached at times. and. and a master sweep. and play cards for silver money. would have done and behaved his best. even without being knocked down. he took all that for the way of the world. And. Tom was just hiding behind a wall. in order to teach him (as young gentlemen used to be taught at public schools) that he must be an extra good boy that day. And he would have apprentices. and then shook his ears and was as jolly as ever. and was. at the Place. and ten thousand soldiers to match. and clean round ruddy face. and. which was a matter of interest to Tom. Tom was the jolliest boy in the whole town. for the more a man's head aches when he wakes. and wondered what they tasted like. One day a smart little groom rode into the court where Tom lived. and that they did not . and stood manfully with his back to it till it was over. just like a man. so Tom believed. and Tom was a good man of business. in order to be sure of getting up in time next morning. How he would bully them. who gave himself airs because he wore smart clothes. three. as is the custom of that country when they welcome strangers. the more glad he is to turn out. with a park full of deer. if he could. when he did get up at four the next morning. and being hungry.
and would like very much to do.like at all. They passed through the pitmen's village. and the cows fast asleep beneath them. and the roofs all shining grey in the grey dawn. . and the walls likewise. but Mr. and up the street. and to a ball at ten. instead of going out to dinner at half-past eight at night. and some because they want to climb Alps. among the stems of the elm-trees. save that they are all determined to spoil their nerves and their complexions by doing all night what they might just as well do all day. he weighed full fifteen stone. and. went to bed at seven. But. like Tom. Grimes to prison when he deserved it. the few clouds which were about were fast asleep likewise. all drenched with dew. as well as get what he thought right for himself. and thought that that made up for his poaching Sir John's pheasants. and the winking weary policemen. what was more. but. So Mr. I dare say. and looked. she looked still prettier asleep than awake. and just ready to get up when the fine gentlemen and ladies were just ready to go to bed. and which." and his young ladies "gradely lasses. On they went. So he and his master set out. The great elm-trees in the gold-green meadows were fast asleep above. when his master went to the public-house. But Tom. and at the wall's foot grew long grass and gay flowers. as he had warbled all night long. who would do what he thought right by his neighbours. In short. and longed to get over a gate. and a great many more because they must. Grimes himself in fair fight. past the closed windowshutters. and so tired that they had lain down on the earth to rest. I assure you. was nobody knew how many inches round the chest. and all the three hundred and sixty-five days. honest. not only was he a jolly. All else was silent. with no sound but the groaning and thumping of the pit-engine in the next field. whereby you may perceive that Mr. all shut up and silent now. in long white flakes and bars. Grimes rode the donkey in front. that three o'clock on a midsummer morning is the pleasantest time of all the twenty-four hours. and plodding along the black dusty road." which are two high compliments in the North country. you never got up at three o'clock on a midsummer morning. Grimes had not been to a properlyinspected Government National School. and look for birds' nests in the hedge. sensible squire. for which reason he was as piert as a game-cock (who always gets up early to wake the maids). as he did once or twice a week. Grimes was a man of business. like many pretty people. and the pit-bird warbling in the sedges. For old Mrs. and slept like a dead pig. whom even Mr. between black slag walls. and Sir John a grand old man. and Tom looked. my dear little boy. and would not have heard of that. and pick buttercups. and why every one does not get up then. and Tom and the brushes walked behind. as a great many things are not which one both can do. out of the court. for not only could he send Mr. Now. Some people get up then because they want to catch salmon. would not have been right for him to do. they heard the skylark saying his matins high up in the air. and could have thrashed Mr. and instead of the groaning of the pit-engine. But soon the road grew white. and through the turnpike. Earth was still fast asleep. which very few folk round there could do. as ever kept a pack of hounds. and along the tops of the alders by the stream. and then they were out in the real country. not only did he own all the land about for miles. Grimes touched his hat to him when he rode through the town. nay. and finishing off somewhere between twelve and four. Grimes respected. and called him a "buirdly awd chap. for he never had been so far into the country before. I never could tell. Harthover was a grand place. waiting for the sun to bid them rise and go about their day's business in the clear blue overhead.
and a crimson madder petticoat. I'd be ashamed to want washing every week or so. among red fly-catchers. I never saw you do that before. and sweet white orchis. while the shepherds peeped at them from behind the bushes. And she asked him. and showed him how to tie them up. by the great tuft of lady ferns." growled Grimes. but a real North country limestone fountain. and many a story more. Will ye up. And there Grimes stopped. till Tom thought he had never met such a pleasant-spoken woman. and what he knew. for the children to bathe and play in it. and went on smoking. which soaks up out of a white gravel in the bog. and ride behind me?" But. but for coolness. But when he saw Grimes actually wash. And Tom asked her about the sea. and heavy black hair hanging about her cheeks. and came out at night to fly in the meadows. At last. but she was a very tall handsome woman. day and night. which bubbles up under the warm sandbank in the hollow lane. and began dipping his ugly head into the spring—and very dirty he made it. so you may be sure she came from Galway. too.Soon they came up with a poor Irishwoman. She had a grey shawl over her head. and clambered over the low road wall. But Grimes was not wondering at all. all the year round. and she said far away by the sea. So she walked beside Tom. quelling. he stopped. nor such a one as you may see. and bubbling. so clear that you could not tell where the water ended and the air began. Grimes' fancy so much. and limped along as if she were tired and footsore. Tom was picking the flowers as fast as he could. and she told him how it rolled and roared over the rocks in winter nights." "Nor will again. and pink bottleheath. and looked. Then he asked her where she lived. at the foot of a limestone crag. a stream large enough to turn a mill. at the bottom of a hill. at last. and all about himself. he got off his donkey. and Tom looked too. trudging along with a bundle at her back. the great fountain rose. and the bird-cherry with its tassels of snow. lass. where the old heathen fancied the nymphs sat cooling themselves the hot summer's day. and golden globe-flower. whether he said his prayers! and seemed sad when he told her that he knew no prayers to say. with bright grey eyes. The Irishwoman helped him. that when he came alongside he called out to her: "This is a hard road for a gradely foot like that. and gurgling. and knelt down. Out of a low cave of rock." "You may please yourself. Tom was wondering whether anything lived in that dark cave. And she took Mr. 'Twasn't for cleanliness I did it. and ran away under the road. thank you. not such a spring as you see here. perhaps. and bathe in it likewise. and talked to him." . like any smutty collier lad. and began shaking his ears to dry them. Grimes' look and voice. and wild raspberry. and asked him where he lived. they came to a spring. She had neither shoes nor stockings. not such a spring as either of those. like one of those in Sicily or Greece. master. I'd sooner walk with your little lad here. among blue geranium. and makes the sand dance reels at the bottom. here. till Tom longed to go and see the sea. and a very pretty nosegay they had made between them. for she answered quietly: "No. quite astonished. and when Grimes had finished. most likely. Without a word. she did not admire Mr. and lay still in the bright summer days. he said: "Why.
"I wish I might go and dip my head in." said Grimes. "Stop!" said the Irishwoman. foul they will be. "You are no Irishwoman. clean they will be. and tore him up from his knees. and those that wish to be foul. for he was as puzzled as Grimes himself at her disappearing so suddenly. but she looked him too full and fierce in the face for that. and about you. for instance." "Thou come along. and began washing his face." "What do you know about Vendale?" shouted Grimes. and ran down to the stream. like me. and Tom also. he climbed up over the wall. startled at her knowing his name. after many bad words." Grimes seemed quite cowed. Grimes looked up. but he left off beating Tom. and through a gate into the meadow. for he was a little frightened. you would have gone over into Vendale long ago. And now they had gone three miles and more. "Never mind who I am. "Yes. for you will both see me again before all is over." "You do?" shouted Grimes. like a man who had been stunned. leaving Tom in peace. the woman was not there. Grimes was very sulky. Then he rushed after her. but look where they would. by night. because the woman preferred Tom's company to his." "I don't care for you. shouting. . "It must be as good as putting it under the town-pump. she was not there." said the Irishwoman quietly. Remember. "I know about Vendale. and if you strike that boy again. and smoked away. and got on his donkey without another word. and went on beating Tom. but all he answered was. so he dashed at him with horrid words." said Grimes. But Tom was accustomed to that. Those that wish to be clean. "No. I can tell what I know. If you ever had been ashamed of yourself. nor never was yet". and there is no beadle here to drive a chap away. Thomas Grimes?" cried the Irishwoman over the wall. Had she hidden away? There was no place to hide in." But when he got into the meadow. I saw what I saw. Tom thought he was going to strike her. too." said naughty Tom. and faced the woman. I know. "what dost want with washing thyself? Thou did not drink half a gallon of beer last night. filled a fresh pipe." said poor little Tom. Grimes stood still a moment. I was there. Grimes' legs." And she turned away. what happened in Aldermire Copse. and. "You come back. "True for you. "I have one more word for you both. as silent as a post. and kicked his shins with all his might. getting on his donkey. Grimes came back again. "Are you not ashamed of yourself. and leaving Tom. by your speech. two years ago come Martinmas. and began beating him. and got his head safe between Mr. But Grimes looked about. and came to Sir John's lodge-gates.
and at that he laughed. "He's a civil young chap now. "Thou hold thy noise. and that's more than he'll be long if he bides with thee. He spoke very civilly. Mr." quoth Grimes. But he was puzzled very much by a strange murmuring noise. that it was about some poaching fight. He did not know that a keeper is only a poacher turned outside in. lad.Very grand lodges they were. which followed them all the way. Tom had never seen such enormous trees." said Tom." "What is honey?" asked Tom. It's thy business to see after thy game. and called him Sir. man. They walked up a great lime avenue. a full mile long. which stood up among the ferns. So much puzzled. to Tom's surprise." he said. that at last he took courage to ask the keeper what it was." said Grimes. and at last Grimes said surlily. for all their enemies must have run for their lives at the very first sight of them. and opened. and a poacher a keeper turned inside out. and ill too at times. and." said the keeper. "I wish I were a keeper. Tom could hear. and tail. and wear green velveteens. "Hast thou anything against me?" "Not now. and very prudent men they were to wear it. and he told him that they were the bees about the lime flowers. he was a kind-hearted fellow enough. which pleased the keeper. for he was horribly afraid of him. and not let me find a hare or a rabbit on thee when thou comest back. "Now thou'lt be so good as to keep to the main avenue. and out came a keeper on the spot. with very grand iron gates and stone gate-posts." So the keeper went with them. eh. Grimes?" And Grimes laughed again." ." The keeper laughed. "I was told to expect thee. for he took that for a compliment. which was the crest which Sir John's ancestors wore in the Wars of the Roses. and the keeper laughed and said: "If that's thy sort. all teeth. though. I may as well walk up with thee to the hall." "I think thou best had. Grimes rang at the gate. I shall look sharp for one. I tell thee." "Not if it's in the bottom of the soot-bag. like you. and not mine. "Let well alone. "What are bees?" asked Tom. "Let the boy be. and on the top of each a most dreadful bogy. and then the two men began talking quite low." Grimes laughed. horns. and have a real dog-whistle at my button. and between their stems Tom peeped trembling at the horns of the sleeping deer. Thy life's safer than mine at all events. and as he looked up he fancied that the blue sky rested on their heads. "What make honey. "to live in such a beautiful place. he and Grimes chatted together all the way quite pleasantly.
and a thorough Naboth's vineyard to critics."Then don't ask me any questions till thou hast. and not good Queen Bess. and no more taste than his betters. The second Cinque-cento. in building. and Sir Randal. But he always put them off. and thought it a very good joke. This was built by Sir John's great-great-great-uncle. but he said he lived inside it. and Sir Ralph. and Tom stared through them at the rhododendrons and azaleas. but he said he was no Goth. and whether he got much money for his job? These last were very difficult questions to answer. only three times as big. and he had no more notion of disturbing his ancestors' work than of disturbing their graves. For Harthover had been built at ninety different times. which the country folk admired most of all. and how long ago it was built. and trying to talk him into spending a hundred thousand pounds or so. And the rest from nothing in heaven. to please them and not himself. So they were all setting upon poor Sir John. So that Harthover House was a great puzzle to antiquarians. For now the house looked like a real live house. And by this time they were come up to the great iron gates in front of the house. but he said he lived under good Queen Victoria. The grand staircase was copied from the Catacombs at Rome. and wondered how many chimneys there were in it." And at that they both laughed again. year after year. One wanted him to build a Gothic house. and looked as if somebody had built a whole street of houses of every imaginable shape. The first-floor Elizabethan. in Lord Clive's Indian Wars. which were all in flower. and another was bold enough to tell him that his house was ugly. and Sir Hugh. For he liked to see how each Sir John. who won. The back staircase from the Tajmahal at Agra. and another. plenty of money. that there was no unity in it. The cellars were copied from the caves of Elephanta. and architects. plenty of wounds. had left his mark upon the place. and spending other men's money. because it was just like the new barracks in the town. The centre Early English. or earth. with a huge portico copied from the Parthenon. like a canny Northcountryman as he was. The right wing Pure Doric. and all persons who like meddling with other men's business. but he said that that was just why he liked the old place. each after his own taste. and then at the house itself. and in nineteen different styles. and then stirred them together with a spoon. The third floor Norman. and another to build an Elizabethan. The left wing pure Bœotian. for I am a man of honour. that . and not outside. For the attics were Anglo-Saxon. and what was the man's name that built it. The offices from the Pavilion at Brighton. or under the earth.
and he had often enough wondered what the rooms were like when they were all ready for the quality to sit in. to hang in a lady's room. But why should the lady have such a sad picture as that in her room? Perhaps it was some kinsman of hers. and found himself standing on the hearthrug in a room the like of which he had never seen before. who would change it for some spick and span new Gothic or Elizabethan thing. and show good sport with his hounds. But the two pictures which took his fancy most were. There were pictures of ladies and gentlemen. and so after a whimper or two. That was a very pretty picture. where the ash-boy let them in. "You'll mind that. and a very long way round it was. and the pictures covered with aprons and dusters. But why was it there? "Poor man. which had been altered again and again. Tom had never seen the like. white furniture. not that he cared much for that. who was laying his hand upon the children's heads. The room was all dressed in white. that Tom mistook her for My Lady herself. anastomosing (as Professor Owen would say) considerably. till they ran one into another. and the walls were hung with pictures in gilt frames. and then in a passage the housekeeper met them. For he could see that it was a lady's room by the dresses which lay about. but such as you would find—if you would only get up them and look. though he was in pitchy darkness. The other picture was that of a man nailed to a cross. he came down the wrong one." thought Tom. and the furniture huddled together under a cloth. and puzzled too. and take care of that. who had been . as mushrooms are. and he thought the sight very pretty. to whom Mr. How many chimneys Tom swept I cannot say. From which you may collect (if you have wit enough) that Sir John was a very sound-headed. for he was as much at home in a chimney as a mole is underground. one a man in long garments. and that it was only an upstart fellow who did not know who his own grandfather was. with just a few lines of pink here and there. and not Tom. and a kick from his master. you little beggar?" and Tom did mind. but round the back way. large and crooked chimneys. Tom thought. for they were not like the town flues to which he was accustomed. and bade them begin. coming down as he thought the right chimney. and had grown and grown as the world grew. and into a little back-door.—white window-curtains. and white walls. into the grate Tom went. all covered up in sheets of brown paper. as if they had been Dukes or Bishops. He fancied that he had seen something like it in a shop-window. white bed-curtains. and pictures of horses and dogs. And now he saw. for there were no bull-dogs among them." as if he was going up the chimneys. But Tom and his master did not go in through the great iron gates. He had never been in gentlefolks' rooms but when the carpets were all up. in a lofty and tremendous voice. And then the housekeeper turned them into a grand room. sound-hearted squire. Grimes paid many playful and chivalrous compliments. which surprised Tom much. "and he looks so kind and quiet. all at least that he could. which looked as if it had been all spawned in a night. but he swept so many that he got quite tired. So Tom fairly lost his way in them. under his voice. And Grimes listened. and she gave Grimes solemn orders about "You will take care of this. but the dogs he did not care for much. in such a flowered chintz dressing-gown.had a history. but met with very slight encouragement in return. not even a terrier. yawning horribly. which perhaps you would not like to do—in old country-houses. The horses he liked. which amused Tom very much. with little children and their mothers round him. but at last. and the curtains down. and just the man to keep the country side in order. The carpet was all over gay little flowers. and up the chimney. while a housemaid stayed in the room to watch the furniture. and said every now and then.
he said to take jackdaws' eggs. and wondered whether she was a real live person. what is more. and soap and brushes. The next thing he saw. "by my master's rule. but the policeman said to steal lead. made up her mind that he had come to rob. as if she had been an angel out of heaven. found out that he was dirty. and tried to rub the soot off. so fast that she caught him by the jacket." thought Tom. he saw that dirty lady. but Tom did not think of that. and stood staring at her. and that too puzzled him. and turned to sneak up the chimney again and hide. In rushed a stout old nurse from the next room. thought Tom to himself. seeing Tom. . Her cheeks were almost as white as the pillow." And Tom felt sad. and seeing Tom likewise. She never could have been dirty. or maybe a year or two older. and awed. and held his breath with astonishment. Tom had been in a policeman's hands many a time. looking toward the bed. and he would have been ashamed to face his friends for ever if he had been stupid enough to be caught by an old woman. sat there till the sun got too hot. for once he got up by a spout to the church roof. and burst into tears with shame and anger. leaving the policemen to go back to the stationhouse and eat their dinners. and a large bath full of clean water—what a heap of things all for washing! "She must be a very dirty lady. upon the snow-white pillow. Under the snow-white coverlet. and. But when he saw her breathe. or one of the wax dolls he had seen in the shops. Nor even to let himself down a spout." And looking round. and her hair was like threads of gold spread all about over the bed. to want as much scrubbing as all that. with bleared eyes and grinning white teeth. No. But she must be very cunning to put the dirt out of the way so well afterwards. Up jumped the little white lady in her bed. so he doubled under the good lady's arm. with great leaves and sweet white flowers. and she kept it there for a remembrance. and upset the fender and threw the fire-irons down. with a noise as of ten thousand tin kettles tied to ten thousand mad dogs' tails. He thought only of her delicate skin and golden hair. which would have been an old game to him. He did not need to drop out.murdered by the savages in foreign parts. What did such a little black ape want in that sweet young lady's room? And behold. when he was seen on high. and. And Tom. plunder. for the first time in his life. and wondered whether it ever would come off. as he lay over the fender. But she did not hold him. though he would have done so bravely enough. was a washing-stand. a little ugly. across the room. if I grew at all like her. standing close to him. he suddenly saw. "Certainly I should look much prettier then. reflected in a great mirror. lay the most beautiful little girl that Tom had ever seen. "And are all people like that when they are washed?" And he looked at his own wrist. ragged figure. destroy. and came down by another spout." And then. She might have been as old as Tom. and out of the window in a moment. She cannot be dirty. he made up his mind that she was alive. and dashed at him. And then he thought. it was himself. and out of them too. He turned on it angrily. and burn. screamed as shrill as any peacock. for I don't see a speck about the room. and turned to look at something else. the like of which Tom had never seen before. But all under the window spread a tree. with ewers and basins. black. not even on the very towels. and towels.
for aught I know.—she must have got round by some byway. and caught his own finger. The old steward opened the park-gate in such a hurry. spilling all the cream. that he hung up his pony's chin upon the spikes. The under gardener. In a word. and considering what he said. and order. gardener. leaving the old nurse to scream murder and fire at the window. repose. but he ran on. and ran after Tom. stramash.almost as big as his head. and gave chase to Tom. and gave chase to poor Tom. and gave chase to Tom. saw Tom. for down the tree he went. caught his leg in it. was walking up to the house to beg. and tumbled over it. for when she had put her head out of the window. and send her down for it privately. but he jumped off. I should have been sorry for Tom if he had caught him. and. her night-wig fell into the garden. babel. it hangs there still. like a cat. but he jumped up. but Tom knew nothing about that. who was taking a stoat out of a trap. I suppose. and over the iron railings. and up the park towards the wood. and cut his shin open. and a marten dropped mud in his eye. never was there heard at Hall Place—not even when the fox was killed in the conservatory. and tons of smashed flower-pots—such a noise. A groom cleaning Sir John's hack at the stables let him go loose. The dairymaid heard the noise.—but she threw away her bundle. let the stoat go. but he ran out and gave chase to Tom. Grimes upset the soot-sack in the "In rushed a stout old nurse from the next new-gravelled yard. whereby he kept his bed for a week. and threw down his scythe. and gave chase to Tom. and total contempt of dignity. as that day. The Irishwoman. charivari. and is consequently not placed. and she had to ring up her lady's-maid. and how he looked. and yet he ran out. the groom. but he ran out and gave chase to Tom. got the churn between her knees. and gave chase to Tom likewise. The keeper. row. so that she came in nowhere. and spoilt it room. whereby he kicked himself lame in five minutes. mowing. Only my Lady did not give chase. . and gave chase to Tom. plough and all. 20. hullabaloo. among acres of broken glass. and yet she jumped up. and one jumped over the fence. shindy."—P. and pulled the other into the ditch. hubbub. the dairymaid. and cared less. too. Sir John looked out of his study window (for he was an early old gentleman) and up at the nurse. but in his hurry he never knew it. The ploughman left his horses at the headland. and across the garden lawn. which quite put her out of the running. when Grimes. so that he had at last to send for the doctor. all utterly. It was magnolia.
Now running your head against a wall is not pleasant. or swarm up a tree. out on the great grouse-moors. but unfortunately they go in the twenty-thousandth part of a split second. made for the woods. made him shut his eyes tight (though that was no great loss. he had lived longer than most stags. Tom. and the very magpies and jays followed Tom up. and the Irishwoman. he found it a very different sort of place from what he had fancied. "I must get out of this. and when he got through the rhododendrons. and the pain which comes after them does not. He had never been in a wood in his life. if there was the chance of a copper or a cigar-end. Alas for him! there was no big father gorilla therein to take his part—to scratch out the gardener's inside with one paw." But how to get out was the difficult matter.Sir John. the steward. and. Why not? Though he was but ten years old. toss the dairymaid into a tree with another. and did not mind that a penny. up to the very sky. Tom was a cunning little fellow—as cunning as an old Exmoor stag. had more chance there than in the open. the birches birched him as soundly as if he had been a nobleman at Eton. and found himself at once caught in a trap. especially if it is a loose wall. and expected to have to take care of himself. And there he was. Wherefore his pursuers found it very difficult to catch him. poked him in his face and his stomach. while he cracked the keeper's skull with his teeth as easily as if it had been a cocoa-nut or a paving-stone. while as for running. and had more wits . as all brave boys will agree). with the stones all set on edge. And indeed I don't think he would ever have got out at all. and over like a squirrel. stretching away and up." in the belief that Tom had at least a thousand pounds' worth of jewels in his empty pockets. and the lawyers tripped him up. Now. and tore his shins as if they had sharks' teeth—which lawyers are likely enough to have. which is more than you can do. so he did not look for one. Tom did not remember ever having had a father. and a sharp cornered one hits you between the eyes and makes you see all manner of beautiful stars. the ploughman. but he was a brave boy. He pushed into a thick cover of rhododendrons. and turn coach-wheels on his hands and feet ten times following. if he had not suddenly run his head against a wall. certainly. as if he were a hunted fox. And so Tom hurt his head. all ran up the park. shouting "Stop thief. the hassock-grass and sedges tumbled him over. beginning to droop his brush. but have stayed there till the cock-robins covered him with leaves. of course. screaking and screaming. for he could not see at best a yard before his nose). The stars are very beautiful. the keeper. and up it he went. But when he got into the wood. The boughs laid hold of his legs and arms. altogether. he could keep up for a couple of miles with any stage-coach. and over the face too (which is not fair swishing. He guessed that over the wall the cover would end. And all the while poor Tom paddled up the park with his little bare feet." thought Tom. which the country folk called Harthover Fell—heather and bog and rock. If he had not known that. However. "or I shall stay here till somebody comes to help me—which is just what I don't want. and cut his poor little fingers afterwards most spitefully. like a small black gorilla fleeing to the forest. and wrench off Sir John's head with a third. and we will hope that they did not catch him at all. but he was sharp enough to know that he might hide in a bush. he would have been foolisher than a mouse or a minnow.
At last he came to a dip in the land. So the first thing he did when he was over the wall was to make the neatest double sharp to his right. and inside the wall. And then. Sir John and the rest saw no more of her. and went to the bottom of it. and would sting him. He saw great spiders there. with a white tag to her brush. instead of the moor growing flat as he went upwards. and dragged it off to hide it. and the end of the world come. had seen which way Tom went. And now Tom was right away into the heather. except that there were rocks and stones lying about everywhere. and all agreed. too. he saw a pretty sight—a great brown. rolling about. and then he turned bravely away from the wall and up the moor. under a rock. like an Arab. and nibbled her paws. for want of water. the funniest fellows Tom ever saw. and all the hue-and-cry together. and she seemed to enjoy it mightily. For she went quietly over the wall after Tom. and the steward. and yet she neither walked nor ran. and there was an end of the show. and run along under the wall for nearly half a mile. Whereat all his little brothers set off after him in full cry. and out of sight was out of mind.to start with into the bargain. alone of them all. and lugged her about by the tail. and . while her feet twinkled past each other so fast that you could not see which was foremost. and that. and the rest toddled after her. they lost sight of her. though it was nearly as big as he was. and the ploughman. and could go on without their seeing him. She went along quite smoothly and gracefully. But one selfish little fellow stole away from the rest to a dead crow close by. and when they saw Tom coming. Then he saw lizards. shook them so fast that they became invisible. for he knew that he had put a hill between him and his enemies. who had been washing himself in sand. But when she came to the plantation. and round her four or five smutty little cubs. and into a dark crack in the rocks. which was like a new world to him. brown and grey and green. and ran round her. and then all ran back. it grew more and more broken and hilly. and up jumped Mrs. and shot away into the heath. and the keeper. to stare about at the strange place. He knew as well as a stag that if he backed he might throw the hounds out. till every one asked the other who the strange woman was. leaving him a mile off on the outside. and thought they were snakes. and stretching out her legs and head and tail in the bright sunshine. but they were as much frightened as he. and they could do no less. went on ahead half a mile in the very opposite direction. and the gardener. And when he opened his eyes (for he shut them very tight) it was only an old cock-grouse. for. Vixen. who sat in the middle of their webs. for want of anything better to say. Whereby Sir John. She had kept ahead of every one the whole time. and followed him wherever he went. sharp-nosed creature. with a most horrid noise. that she must be in league with Tom. She lay on her back. and the cubs jumped over her. and find time. and saw Tom. and the dairymaid. over just such a moor as those in which you have been bred. He thought the ground had blown up. And next he had a fright. But the Irishwoman. but not so rough but that little Tom could jog along well enough. as he scrambled up a sandy brow—whirr-poof-poofcock-cock-kick—something went off in his face. with crowns and crosses marked on their backs. while Tom heard their shouts die away in the woods and chuckled to himself merrily. and caught one up in her mouth.
going down into the earth. when Tom had all but trodden on him. for he was sure that he heard the bells quite plain. How he longed to get down to it. and he thought he heard church-bells ringing. just like ill-made pavements. with deep cracks between the stones and ledges. "Why. and said. and the air danced reels over it. till his head spun round with the heat. like an old coward. and that made her very practical. he met great patches of flat limestone rock. though they were tolerably tough ones. the end of the world is not quite come. and had seven little poults to wash and feed every day. and the rock was as hot as an oven. from the top of the mountain he could see—what could he not see? . he could hear water falling. thieves. And. filled with ferns. but they were only in flower yet. But he went more and more slowly as he got higher up the hill. besides. though she saw him. But the end of the world was not come. as he passed. any more than the twelfth of August was. when he looked round. a long way off." So he set off again. fire—cur-u-uckcock-kick—the end of the world is come—kick-kick-cock-kick. The heath was full of bilberries and whimberries. or whether it was that she kept out of sight behind the rocks and knolls. perhaps. cur-ru-u-uck—murder. he could not tell why. and a little more. What would Tom have said if he had seen. but still he would go on and up. my dears. for." But his wife had heard that so often that she knew all about it. but he liked the great wide strange place. till everything round seemed quivering and melting in the glare. so all she answered was: "Kick-kick-kick—go and catch spiders. but I assure you it is coming the day after to-morrow—cock. So the old grouse came back to his wife and family an hour afterwards. some one will give me a bit and a sup. as if it was the chimney of some dwarf's house underground." So Tom went on and on. "Cock-cock-kick. and cool his poor baked lips! But. and still less to drink. for he had run a long way. he never saw her. what a big place the world is!" And so it was. But he could see nothing to eat anywhere. go and catch spiders—kick. "where there is a church there will be houses and people. So he went on and on. jumped up with a noise like the express train. and now and then he slipped in between. And now he began to get a little hungry. and the cool fresh bracing air. many many feet below. he stopped again. as it does over a limekiln. so he had to hop from stone to stone. and went off. for now the ground grew very bad indeed. though the old grouse-cock was quite certain of it. the very same Irishwoman who had taken his part upon the road? But whether it was that he looked too little behind him. and more than once. and the sun had risen high in heaven. tinkling. who can find that on the top of a limestone rock? Now and then he passed by a deep dark swallow-hole. when anything happened which was farther off than the end of his own nose. trickling.who. "Ah!" he thought. he dared not climb down such chimneys as those. and said solemnly. she was the mother of a family. walking over the moor behind him. to look for the church. he hardly knew why. And in a minute more. Instead of soft turf and springy heather. leaving his wife and children to shift for themselves. And as for water. for it was June. and. screaming "Cur-ru-u-uck. and very thirsty. and hurt his little bare toes. and a little sharp-tempered." He was always fancying that the end of the world was come. brave little chimney-sweep as he was.
lay something. and the dark woods. and this was the song which it sang:— . was Harthover. down he went. and a good thousand feet below. 32. till they faded away. The news could not have got there yet. very narrow. great plains. As Tom looked down. And there were the church-bells ringing again. and the shining salmon river. he could see a clear stream glance. However. Tom was quite right about the hue-and-cry not having got thither. spread out like a map. and really at his very feet. by the stream. and villages. while the church-bells rang so loud. and hungry. though he was very footsore. far below. he began to think that they must be inside his own head. far below. lay on its bosom. Oh. and little white specks. and filled with wood. And there was a tiny little red thing moving in the garden. and on his left. "Play by me. which were ships. and he could get down there in five minutes. amid dark knots of trees. bathe in me. the river widened to the shining sea. even if Sir John had set all the policemen in the county after him. and a little garden set out in squares and beds. A deep. And to his right rose moor after moor. but he had sense to see that they were long miles away. and the smoking chimneys of the collieries. like a brave little man as he was. and far. or what had happened at the Place. and the river chimed and tinkled far below. mother and child. hundreds of feet below him. Well. They all seemed at his very feet. hill after hill. no bigger than a fly. but he was wrong about getting down in five minutes. and thirsty. as soon as Tom saw it. Before him lay. Ah! perhaps she would give him something to eat. but through the wood. and farms. he saw the roof of a little cottage."—P. if he could but get down to that stream! Then. the best part of ten miles from Harthover. to which. Surely there must be a village down there. was the town. But between him and those moors.Behind him. nobody would know him. blue into blue sky. he saw that it was a woman in a red petticoat. for he had come without knowing it. he determined to go. for the cottage was more than a mile off. and tired. for that was the place for him. far away. deep green and rocky valley.
To serve to wicked man. strong and free. And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings. So Tom went down. for the undefiled. and all the while he never saw the Irishwoman going down behind him. Free and strong. mother and child. away to the sea. By wharf and sewer and slimy bank. Cleansing my streams as I hurry along. Play by me. bathe in me. Cool and clear. and dreaming pool. mother and child. Undefiled. To the golden sands. free and strong. CHAPTER II .Clear and cool. And the taintless tide that awaits me afar. Who dare sport with the sin-defiled? Shrink from me. for the undefiled. "And is there care in heaven? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base That may compassion of their evils move? There is:—else much more wretched were the case Of men than beasts: But oh! the exceeding grace Of Highest God that loves His creatures so. dank and foul. cool and clear. By shining shingle. and the leaping bar. And all His works with mercy doth embrace. By laughing shallow. Dank and foul. Foul and dank. As I lose myself in the infinite main. Strong and free. foul and dank. turn from me. and foaming wear. That blessed Angels He sends to and fro. Like a soul that has sinned and is pardoned again. Baser and baser the richer I grow. By the smoky town in its murky cowl. Under the crag where the ouzel sings. Darker and darker the farther I go. to serve His wicked foe!" SPENSER. The floodgates are open. Undefiled. clear and cool. bathe in me. mother and child. Play by me.
rich. so deep. as he came bump. rich. a little grass slope. and such a people. and search the Cheviots all across. and thyme and basil. whether you have found Vendale or not. Then another bit of grass and flowers. happy place. and then. you must turn south. grey stair. The name of the place is Vendale. and search from Bolland Forest north by Ingleborough. For the bottom of the valley was just one field broad. jump. silent. if you have not found it. grey moor walled up to heaven."A quiet. and so out of the way. or even across the dale to the rocks beyond. that the bad bogies can hardly find it out."—P. and first he went down three hundred feet of steep heather. and a thousand feet down. 35. and all sorts of sweet herbs. which was not pleasant to his poor little heels. as rough as a file. and search the Lake Mountains. grey crag. There was no heath there. Then bump down a two-foot step of limestone. Then he went down three hundred feet of limestone terraces. silent. from Annan Water to Berwick Law. and on the other side ran the stream. So Tom went to go down. So Tom found it. mixed up with loose brown gritstone. A MILE off. to the Nine Standards and Cross Fell. down to Scaw Fell and the sea. though it seemed as if he could have chucked a pebble on to the back of the woman in the red petticoat who was weeding in the garden. as ought to make you proud of being a British boy. happy place. a narrow crack cut deep into the earth. And still he thought he could throw a stone into the garden. A quiet. you must go northward again by merry Carlisle. stump. but— First. . one below the other. covered with the prettiest flowers. you will have found such a country. and if you want to see it for yourself. and if you have not found it. rockrose and saxifrage. grey down. you must go up into the High Craven. and then. and above it. down the steep. as straight as if a carpenter had ruled them with his ruler and then cut them out with his chisel.
and so did he. with a sky-blue coat and scarlet leggings. But. by stock and stone. and before Tom got through them. perhaps. this will just suit me!" though he was very tired. for. "Ah. as he would down a chimney. You would have been giddy. if you have not. and when he found himself on the top of a high cliff. and had crawled down through it. dear me! I wish it was all over. just as he was setting off to be married. of course. But. with great beds of crown-ferns and wood-sedge. and then he felt. it was not the bottom—as people usually find when they are coming down a mountain. bush and rush. and frightened her out of her wits. and crawl along the edge to find a crack. beat. instead of sitting down and crying for his baba (though he never had had any baba to cry for). At last he got to the bottom. and hear it murmur on the white pebbles. and down he went. little man. For at the foot of the crag were heaps and heaps of fallen limestone of every size from that of your head to that of a stage-waggon. The burning sun on the fells had sucked him up. cliff and crag. with holes between them full of sweet heath-fern. And all the while he never saw the Irishwoman coming down behind him. that he was b-e-a-t. He was quite empty. At last he came to a bank of beautiful shrubs. at looking down: but Tom was not.Then bump down a one-foot step. for if he had rolled over. of course. and yet he felt chill all over. as smart as a gardener's dog with a polyanthus in his mouth. but the damp heat of the woody crag sucked him up still more. he said. he dirtied everything terribly as he went. and below them cliff and crag. as people generally do. full of green-stalked fern. The sun was burning. And yet he thought he could throw a stone into the old woman's garden. he was out in the bright sunshine again. There was but two hundred yards of smooth pasture . He did not know that it was three hundred feet below. and wait for better times. and the perspiration ran out of the ends of his fingers and toes. Then. let you be as strong and healthy as you may: and when you are. while through the shrubs he could see the stream sparkling. he would have rolled right into the old woman's garden. with four hands instead of two. till—oh. Then another step of stone. all. there was another grass slope. ten feet high. He could not get on. owing to Tom's having blacked the original papa of them all. white-beam with its great silver-backed leaves. and there he had to stop himself. you will find it a very ugly feeling. Then another bit of grass and flowers for fifty yards. and another step. and washed him cleaner than he had been for a whole year. He was a brave little chimney-sweep. I hope that that day you may have a stout staunch friend by you who is not beat. once for all and suddenly. where he had to slide down on his dear little tail. And there have been more black beetles in Vendale since than ever were known before. if you live such a life as a man ought to live. sedge and ledge. as if he had been born a jolly little black ape. when he had found a dark narrow crack. and so on. You must expect to be beat a few times in your life. you had best lie where you are. such as hangs in the basket in the drawing-room. and yet he felt quite sick. behold. as steep as the house-roof. as poor Tom did. There has been a great black smudge all down the crag ever since. and mountain-ash. and oak. with knees and elbows. But he was getting terribly tired now.
and the midges nibbled so at his hands and face wherever they could find a place free from soot. and brought a cup of milk and a bit of bread. and you don't know.—the girls began to cry. the nicest old woman that ever was seen. and short dimity bedgown. and then looked up." And Tom sank down upon the door-step. And the old dame looked at him through her spectacles one minute. I'll give thee milk. that at last he woke up. and a bairn's a bairn. "Water's bad for thee. and laid his head against the post. and then peeped in. "A chimney-sweep! Away with thee! I'll have no sweeps here. and stumbled away." "Water. and a cuckoo clock in the corner. I don't know when he would have got up again. He lay down on the grass till the beetles ran over him. quite sharply. and an old black oak sideboard full of bright pewter and brass dishes. and yet it seemed to him as if it was a hundred miles off." said poor little Tom. on two benches. sweep or none. At her feet sat the grandfather of all the cats. with a black silk handkerchief over it. and the flies settled on his nose. and what dost want?" cried the old dame. All the children started at Tom's dirty black figure. and opposite her sat. and curious old prints on the walls. half afraid. "What art thou. learning their Chris-cross-row.between him and the cottage. and gabble enough they made about it. And a neat pretty cottage it was. twelve or fourteen neat." "Water. "He's sick. and into a narrow road. He could hear the stream murmuring only one field beyond it. but that it was just eleven o'clock. and the boys began to laugh. which began shouting as soon as Tom appeared: not that it was frightened at Tom. and two. when they know that it is going to be scorching hot to-morrow—and how they know that I don't know. but Tom was too tired to care for that. "Water? There's plenty i' the beck. and yet he could not walk down it. "God forgive me!" and she put by her spectacles. quite faint. But the gnats blew their trumpets so loud in his ear." And she toddled off into the next room. and up to the cottage door. and nobody knows. tied under her chin." she said. rosy. and three. And out of the open door came a noise like that of the frogs on the Great-A. in her red petticoat. and yews inside too. . and clean white cap. which was filled with a pot of sweet herbs. chubby little children. down over a low wall. He came slowly up to the open door. Such a pleasant cottage it was. if the gnats and the midges had not taken compassion on him. revived. and rose. and all pointed at him rudely enough. I'm most clemmed with hunger and drought. and then she said. cut into peacocks and trumpets and teapots and all kinds of queer shapes. with clipped yew hedges all round the garden. Tom drank the milk off at one draught. And there sat by the empty fireplace. which was all hung round with clematis and roses. with a shiny clean stone floor." said Tom. "But I can't get there. and came to Tom.
poor little fellow. and over Harthover Fell. for the Lord's sake." And then he heard the church-bells ring so loud. "Over Fell. and she would come to him when school was over. But Tom did not fall asleep." But when Tom tried to get up. so he told all the truth in a few words. and felt so hot all over that he longed to get into the river and cool himself. then." "Bless thy pretty heart! The bairn's sick. and Tom was so tired and desperate he had no heart or time to think of a story. If thou wert a bit cleaner I'd put thee in my own bed. and dreamt that he heard the little white lady crying to him. because he was innocent! Away from the Place. go and be washed". Come wi' me. he was so tired and giddy that she had to help him and lead him. and leant his head against the post. She put him in an outhouse upon soft sweet hay and an old rug. and see what a church was like inside. "Bless thy little heart! And thou hast not been stealing." said Tom. But come along here. in spite of what the old dame had said. though being half asleep he did not know it. And so she went in again. then?" "No. He must go to the river and wash first. and then that he heard the Irishwoman saying."Where didst come from?" said the dame." said Tom. and I'll hap thee up somewhere. I must be clean." "Bless thy little heart! and I'll warrant not. in all his life. "And how got ye up there?" "I came over from the Place". and then asked— "Is it Sunday?" "No. there. and he would go to church. and he laid his head on his knees. that he was sure it must be Sunday. God's guided the bairn." "It's good enough. and bade him sleep off his walk. "Those that wish to be clean. in an hour's time. "I must be clean. for I made it myself. But the people would never let him come in. you're so dirty. Instead of it he turned and tossed and kicked about in the strangest way. expecting Tom to fall fast asleep at once. And he said out loud again and again. close to him too." ." "I can't. why should it be?" "Because I hear the church-bells ringing so. for he had never been in one. if God hadn't led him? Why dost not eat thy bread?" "I can't. Why. all over soot and dirt like that. and down Lewthwaite Crag! Who ever heard the like. "Oh. and then he fell half asleep. "Over Harthover? and down Lewthwaite Crag? Art sure thou art not lying?" "Why should I?" said Tom. clean they will be. and pointed up into the sky.
" He had got there on his own legs. But Tom did not know that. And their Queen floated away down the river. or know that you are here. and like the beasts which perish. "I must be clean. cool." Tom was mistaken: for in England the church doors are left open all service time. and longed so to be clean for . and perhaps of more besides. and the white water-lilies floated round her head. or speak to him. he must not see you. For just before he came to the river side. And all the while he never saw the Irishwoman. clear limestone water. But he was not a bit surprised. "I will be a fish. and looked into the clear. and if any man dared to turn him out. and the farther he went in. and he dipped his hand in and found it so cool. to let out the stifling air. and little enough that is. as children will often get out of bed. Churchman or Dissenter. with every pebble at the bottom bright and clean. for she was the Queen of them all. over the road. He is but a savage now. cool. and the green water-weeds floated round her sides. and lay down on the grass. But I have brought you a new little brother. because they could not play with their new brother. the more the church-bells rang in his head. and whispering sweet dreams into their ears. which was easy enough with such ragged old things. never saw or heard: and perhaps if he had it would have made little difference in the story. not behind him this time. I will swim in the water. "I have been smoothing sick folks' pillows. and then his legs. or let him see you: but only keep him from being harmed. ay. and go about the room. "I must be quick and wash myself. I must be clean. coaxing little children away from gutters." Then the fairies were sad. opening cottage casements. and he said. and staying men's hands as they were going to strike their wives. and her shawl and her petticoat floated off her. doing all I can to help those who will not help themselves.And all of a sudden he found himself. So you must not play with him. any more than he knew a great deal more which people ought to know. "Ah. of course. I must be clean. and from the beasts which perish he must learn. between sleep and awake. for everybody who likes to come in." Then all the fairies laughed for joy at the thought that they had a little brother coming. as long as he behaved quietly. and then the door will be shut. and whither she went. turning women from the gin-shop door. the bells are ringing quite loud now. with the stream just before him. while the little silver trout dashed about in fright at the sight of his black face. but before. "Where have you been?" they asked her. she had stept down into the cool clear water. maidens. but they always did what they were told. and foul pools where fever breeds. but in the middle of a meadow." So he pulled off all his clothes in such haste that he tore some of them. saying continually. for ordering any peaceable person out of God's house. for he was so hot and thirsty. and watched him safe all the way here. "But mind. when they are not quite well. I must be clean. and the fairies of the stream came up from the bottom and bore her away and down upon their arms. and they will stop soon. and went on to the bank of the brook. the good old English law would punish that man. and weary work for me. thither she came. as he deserved. which belongs to all alike." said Tom. even if he were a Turk or a Heathen. And he put his poor hot sore feet into the water. and I shall never be able to get in at all. But all this Tom. not in the outhouse on the hay.
It will not be the last time by many a one that we shall have to make believe. they look in the right place. and yet hardly any one has found it out. my little man—and thank Heaven for it. into the quietest. and move. perhaps there are none—in her political economy. and it is the life in you which makes you grow. unless. Well. and the tall elm-trees. in her Arguments on political economy. . There is life in you. Well. Some people think that there are no fairies. Cousin Cramchild tells little folks so in his Conversations. without people seeing them. There are only a clumsy lot of spirits there. The reason of his falling into such a delightful sleep is very simple. There must be fairies.once. At all events. And he had not been in it two minutes before he fell fast asleep. And yet. between crinolines and theories. sunniest. and so there may be fairies in the world. perhaps there are none—in Boston."—P. who can't make "She was the Queen of them all. that he tumbled himself as quick as he could into the clear cool stream. some of us would get squashed—and plenty of room in it for fairies. It was merely that the fairies took him. for else. and think: and yet you can't see it. And Aunt Agitate. we will make believe that there are fairies in the world. cosiest sleep that ever he had in his life. and he dreamt about the green meadows by which he had walked that morning. which you will hear before your beard is grey. and that is what makes it move: and yet you can't see it. of course. you know. U. and they may be just what makes the world go round to the old tune of "C'est l'amour. and the sleeping cows. after all.44 people hear without thumping on the table: but they get their living thereby. Then please not to see the logic of a great many arguments exactly like it. and I suppose that is all they want. says there are none. l'amour Qui fait le monde à la ronde:" and yet no one may be able to see them except those whose hearts are going round to that same tune. And there is steam in a steam-engine. But it is a wide world. and after that he dreamt of nothing at all. for this is a fairy tale: and how can one have a fairy tale if there are no fairies? You don't see the logic of that? Perhaps not. are just the things which no one can see. where he was raised.S.. there is no need for that. l'amour. The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world.
But she altered her mind the next day. with blunt claws. they went back again. and what his rights mean. Grimes that evening. she was very much frightened: and no wonder. and a hand as hard as a table. when they heard the whole story from Miss Ellie. and into the stableyard. they no more dreamed of that than of his having gone to the moon." So. and Grimes too. the boy must have got over into the grouse-moors. I hope. Then he took them to the place where Tom had climbed the wall. that Tom had made his way home. but the ground was so hard that there was no slot. and points. with mahogany ears and nose. and the huntsman. And if you grow up to be a brave healthy man. at five the next morning up he got. For. and into his bath. with good Mr. and Mr. you may know some day what no slot means. and bade them bring his shooting pony. Sir John was over the hills and far away. For he took for granted. as they say in dear old North Devon. and see something worth seeing between Haddon Wood and Countisbury Cliff. and the keeper to come on his pony. bay. and mend your bones as fast as you smash them. And they looked more foolish still when Sir John heard more of the story from the nurse. Only when that jolly day comes. of the colour of a gravel-walk. and drink strong ale to wash away his sorrows. when school was over. to look at Tom: but there was no Tom there. and set his teeth. when he sees it. tray. and lost himself. and more foolish still. For good Sir John had slept very badly that night. They took him up to the place where Tom had gone into the wood. All she had seen was a poor little black chimney-sweep. and the under-keeper with the bloodhound in a leash—a great dog as tall as a calf. and he said to his lady. the little lady in white. and a back as broad as a bullock's. they could see that he had never been off the hearthrug till the nurse caught hold of him. She looked about for his footprints. and into his shooting-jacket and gaiters. and then run away again. But no Tom came back to Mr. So the old dame went in again quite sulky. please don't break your neck. and he went to the police-office. and tighten his girths. Grimes had to sit in the outer servants' hall all day. when Sir John and the rest of them had run themselves out of breath. But no Tom was heard of. So Mr. stogged in a mire you never will be. like a fine old English gentleman. but when he got there. and going to get up the chimney again. if he has them. and they were washed away long before Sir John came back. and a throat like a church-bell. crying and sobbing. and told them all he knew. for you are a heathcropper bred and born. and shammed ill. again. So Sir John told Grimes to go home. looking very foolish. The boy had taken nothing in the room. and know too. by the mark of his little sooty feet. and they shoved it . Palk Collyns to show you the way. Grimes came up to Harthover next day with a very sour face. and the second whip. It was all a mistake. But I know what I will do. I trust. to tell them to look out for the boy. brow. thinking that little Tom had tricked her with a false story. "My dear. and he lies very heavily on my conscience. and promised him five shillings if he would bring the boy quietly up to him. which makes a man put out his cigar. poor little lad. and there the hound lifted up his mighty voice.The kind old dame came back at twelve. and the first whip. But that was all. and lost Tom. As for his having gone over those great fells to Vendale. what a slot does mean—a broad slot. that he might be sure of the truth. Of course. with a face as red as a rose. without beating him.
"Well. and he lost his hat. Harthover. for she was a tenant of his. as natural as life. noble old Beeswing herself. and to the foot of the crag. Harthover. For he was as civil a spoken little chap as ever climbed a flue. and told Tom to come to the Hall. step by step. as much as to say. that is run away. and what makes you look so sad the morn?" "I'm looking for a lost child." "Oh. all the children came out to see. but only Harthover. "If we find him at all. he lost his shirt pin. And at last he came to the top of Lewthwaite Crag. And then the wise dog took them over the moor. "Blessings on your heart. and he burst his boots. and he tore his jacket. if it's only for the poor boy's sake. dame. and I would go down myself!" And so he would have done. and over the fells. and looked up in their faces. and a very shabby one at the bottom.down." says she. and . Then he said— "Twenty pounds to the man who brings me that boy alive!" and as was his way. they could never believe that he would have dared to face it. and he said— "Twenty pounds or none. and back again. Harthover. "Heaven forgive us!" said Sir John. and there was a figure at the top of it. a very little groom indeed. and all got through. and there he bayed." says she—she didn't call him Sir John. for the scent was a day old. I will go down over Lewthwaite Crag." said he. and when she saw Sir John. But if the dog said so. what he said he meant. to get into Vendale. a chimney-sweep. full three miles to the right. of t'ould mare. and see if that boy is alive? Oh that I were twenty years younger. and how are you?" said Sir John. "ye were always a just man and a merciful. and he burst his braces. and strange game too. very slowly. she curtsied very low. and when they looked at that awful cliff. When they came to the old dame's school. as well as any sweep in the county. And the old dame came out too. "I tell you he is gone down here!" They could hardly believe that Tom would have gone so far. and said— "Who will go down over Lewthwaite Crag." So down over Lewthwaite Crag he went: a very smart groom he was at the top. and very light from the heat and drought. for that is the fashion in the North country—"and welcome into Vendale: but you're no hunting the fox this time of the year?" "I am hunting. it must be true. Now among the lot was a little groom-boy. which he prized very much. for he tore his gaiters. But that was why cunning old Sir John started at five in the morning. and he had won it in a raffle at Malton. we shall find him lying at the bottom. and he tore his breeches. And all the while Sir John and the rest were riding round. for it was gold. so it was a really severe loss: but he never saw anything of Tom. you know. "Blessings on you as broad as your back. and he was the same who had ridden up the court." And he slapped his great hand upon his great thigh. and what was worst of all.
and the hound has brought him to the top of Lewthwaite Crag. and went away at the back of the cottage. when he woke. being about four inches. or into the Illustrated News. And then they knew as much about it all as there was any need to know. or perhaps cut it into two halves. and one to Professor Huxley. poor little dear! Ah. and over the meadow." . now comes the most wonderful part of this wonderful story. so are the waters we know to all the waters in the world. I'm afraid we hunted him out of the house all on a miserable mistake. which nobody will ever hear of. without letting him finish his story. upon an alder stump. A water-baby? You never heard of a water-baby. which is quite a different thing." And then she told Sir John all. till he pulled at them. and a body's heart'll guide them right. and having round the parotid region of his fauces a set of external gills (I hope you understand all the big words) just like those of a sucking eft. till they have seen no water-babies existing. and there. Tom." How do you know that? Have you been there to see? And if you had been there to see. and through a bit of alder copse. without another word. That is the very reason why this story was written. Perhaps not. over the road. There are a great many things in the world which you never heard of. "Bring the dog here. and a great many things. they saw Tom's clothes lying. when man shall be the measure of all things. Garth does not find a fox in Eversley Wood—as folks sometimes fear he never will—that does not prove that there are no such things as foxes. and he set his teeth very hard. which he mistook for a lace frill. found he hurt himself. And as is Eversley Wood to all the woods in England. How do you know that somebody has not? "But they would have put it into spirits. "But surely if there were water-babies. If Mr. and had seen none. and sent one to Professor Owen. not I. if they will but hearken to it. that would not prove that there were none.ye'll no harm the poor little lad if I give you tidings of him?" "Not I. "So he told me the truth after all. or perhaps ever will do. or—that I may be accurate—3. dame. and best left alone. to see what they would each say about it. and a thing which nobody ever did." said Sir John. for of course he woke—children always wake after they have slept exactly as long as is good for them—found himself swimming about in the stream. In fact. and made up his mind that they were part of himself. and——" Whereat the old dame broke out crying. at least until the coming of the Cocqcigrues. And Tom? Ah. from not seeing water-babies. and lay him on.87902 inches long. and a great many more which nobody ever heard of. too. And no one has a right to say that no water-babies exist. And the dog opened at once. mind. first thoughts are best. somebody would have caught one at least?" Well. poor dear little thing. "But there are no such things as water-babies. the fairies had turned him into a water-baby.
they would have said. and though the beast (which I assure you I have seen and shot) is first cousin to the little hairy coney of Scripture. or Professor Huxley. that there are dozens and hundreds of things in the world which we should certainly have said were contrary to nature. and these trees again produce fresh seeds. which I am sure they never would. or Cousin Cramchild's Conversations. that "cannot". second cousin to a pig. but two fore teeth run mad. as in saying that most other things cannot be. and (I suspect) thirteenth or fourteenth cousin to a rabbit. That is contrary to nature. will. and anatomy of the beast. more like a mushroom than a reasonable skull of a reasonable or unreasonable beast. a traveller from unknown parts. and if people use it too often. and this is the section of his skull. "That cannot exist. when you grow older. And therefore it is. not even Sir Roderick Murchison. the Queen of all the Fairies. "The thing cannot be. is apt to astonish them suddenly by showing them. it is contrary to nature. . the less they talk about "cannot. They are very wise men. and see a man pointing at a few big ugly pictures on the wall. It is only children who read Aunt Agitate's Arguments. as you will see before the end of the story. You must not say that this cannot be. or lads who go to popular lectures. dangerous word. write. Grove. You must not talk about "ain't" and "can't" when you speak of this great wonderful world round you. and have thought you were telling stories—as the French thought of Le Vaillant when he came back to Paris and said that he had shot a giraffe. only a child picking up pebbles on the shore of a boundless ocean.Ah. and so on (at least. and nobody knows. if we did not see them going on under our eyes all day long. or Mr. and said. but. and see. and two straight lines cannot join twice." And they would have been quite as right in saying so. and of his grinders. and so forth. for an hour or two. or that that is contrary to nature. yet she can. and you must listen respectfully to all they say: but even if they should say. or any other of the great men whom good boys are taught to respect. If people had never seen little seeds grow into great plants and trees. and takes just as much trouble about one as about the other. and that no human being had ever seen or heard of an elephant." That is a very rash. or Professor Owen. Darwin. or Mr. and calling that anatomy or chemistry—who talk about "cannot exist. or making nasty smells with bottles and squirts. and as the king of the Cannibal Islands thought of the English sailor. as the great Sir Isaac Newton said. who makes the clouds thunder and the fleas bite." Well. and so forth." People would surely have said. that you had come. that though they say she cannot. and of his tusks. And suppose that you described him to people. for perhaps even they may be wrong. to grow into fresh trees. Or suppose again. of which the wisest man knows only the very smallest corner. for two and two cannot make five. and plan. my dear little man! that does not follow at all. You do not know what Nature is. except what is contrary to mathematical truth. and what is more. "Nonsense. of quite different shape from themselves. yet he is the wisest of all beasts. and cast accounts. and a part cannot be as great as the whole. my dear little man." Wise men are afraid to say that there is anything contrary to nature. you must learn to talk about such things." you must wait a little. your elephant is contrary to nature"." and "contrary to nature. like M. Du Chaillu. and is. though they are not tusks at all. and can do everything save read. "This is the shape. or Professor Faraday. or what she can do. "But a water-baby is contrary to nature. in a very different way from that. and of his feet. whether they approve or not. or Professor Sedgwick. so it seems at present): but the wiser men are. and of his trunk.
of course) to settle no more what strange things cannot happen. They are. change downwards into lower forms. just as Tom changed his? And if a water animal can continually change into a land animal. and you may see that that is. the water things are not really akin to the land things. indeed? Why. ask him how he knows that they do not? and then. If he says that it is too strange a transformation for a land-baby to turn into a water-baby. why should not a land animal sometimes change into a water animal? Don't be put down by any of Cousin Cramchild's arguments. the more they knew of science. if not quite true. that is. till within the last twenty-five years. sea-razors and sea-pens. "Your elephant is an impossible monster. that folks' fancy that such and such things cannot be. and the reptile give birth at once to an indefinite number of fishes and birds? Yet the history of the jelly-fish is quite as wonderful as that would be. Do not even you know that a green drake. and not to settle what is not. if he saw a reptile come out of the egg dropped by the hen in his poultry-yard. They know that there are elephants. live under water till they change their skins. are there not water-grass. and if he does not. and an alder-fly. wise men of old said that everything on earth had its double in the water. after denying so long that flying dragons could exist. in millions of cases. or the Distomas. They would tell you. sea-combs and sea-fans. they must grow into water-men. and answer him (quite respectfully. of course) thus:— If Cousin Cramchild says. without end? "But all these things are only nicknames. the less inclined they will be to say positively that there are no water-babies." Ask him if he knows about all this. but actually the same individual creatures. water-crabs. water-milfoil. water-tortoises. sea-horses and sea-elephants. Did not learned men. The truth is. watercrickets. not only of the same family. water-scorpions. but stand up to him like a man.when he said that in his country water turned to marble. how he knows that they must. water-tigers and water-hogs. too. and rain fell as feathers. contrary to the laws of comparative anatomy." That's not always true. as far as yet known. because he never saw one running wild in the forest. ask him if he ever heard of the transformation of Syllis. sea-mice and sea-urchins. tell him to go and look for himself. No water-babies. and of plants. water-flies. is worth no more than a savage's fancy that there cannot be such a thing as a locomotive. Wise men know that their business is to examine what is. that a flying dragon was an impossible monster? And do we not now know that there are hundreds of them found fossil up and down the world? People call them Pterodactyles: but that is only because they are ashamed to call them flying dragons. There are land-babies—then why not water-babies? Are there not water-rats. ask . any more than the Proteus of the Adelsberg caverns grows into a perfect newt. of which M. and water-crowfoot. they know that there have been flying dragons. and a dragon-fly. and the wiser they are. sea-lions and sea-bears. or the common jelly-fish. water-cats and water-dogs. and so on." To which you would answer the less. Quatrefages says excellently well—"Who would not exclaim that a miracle had come to pass. that if there are water-babies. hold. simply because they have not seen them. and advise him (very respectfully. till he has seen what strange things do happen every day. If he says that things cannot degrade. the more you thought. still quite as true as most other theories which you are likely to hear for many a day.
and far more difficult to discover? And may not man." said old David. and the dame cried. and not in the higher. And. and the groom. though what we shall be. therefore. of which one hardly likes to talk. much more fearfully and wonderfully made. and that. heathens as they were. and that he had been drowned. so thoroughly. till you know a great deal more about nature than Professor Owen and Professor Huxley put together. and all fun and pretence. than he ever had been. So he cried. and he took it into his head that Tom was drowned. And meanwhile. in coming into this world. and that you are not to believe one word of it. a very strange fancy. already. and were very unhappy (Sir John at least) without any reason. and fly into the candle at night. is the table.him. We will hope Tom will be wiser. the keeper. or talk to you by rapping on it. and fly away as a caperer. Am I in earnest? Oh dear no! Don't you know that this is a fairy tale. and I care very little for Cousin Cramchild. and the groom-boy cried. but his whole husk and shell had been washed quite off him. in the swift river. you see. who told him that water-babies were lower than land-babies? But even if they were. They were utterly mistaken. and so forth. nor money—nothing but three marbles. does he know about the strange degradation of the common goose-barnacles. go through a transformation just as wonderful as that of a sea-egg. than if. and a brass button with a string to it—then Sir John did something as like crying as ever he did in his life. and cleaner. The old Greeks. For if the changes of the lower animals are so wonderful. we know not. and to some grown people. and blamed himself more bitterly than he need have done. and so is everything around us. down to the very deal table. so shocking and ugly it is? And. undergo some change as much more wonderful than all the rest. paddling to the shore. don't tell me about what cannot be. even if it is true? But at all events. and Sir John made a great mistake. as a caddis does when its case of stones and silk is bored through. till he is quite cross. and swam away. and shall be hereafter as the perfect fly. and found no jewels there. And so forth. if he says (as he most certainly will) that these transformations only take place in the lower animals. and the little . And then tell him that if there are no water-babies. or a butterfly? and do not reason and analogy. he cannot answer. there to split its skin. at least there ought to be. he is not bound to believe it. and so difficult to discover. as well as Scripture. my dear little man. ask him respectfully. if you leave the door open. now he has got safe out of his sooty old shell. saw as much as that two thousand years ago. They are foolish fellows. yet we are here but as the crawling caterpillar. not being a fellow of the Linnæan Society. spirits could make it dance. at least. say that that seems to little boys. why should not there be changes in the higher animals far more wonderful. The fairies had washed him. as it stands now. where his microscope has been? Does not each of us. and geese believe. Tom was quite alive. and said it was Tom's body. with long legs and horns. "We are fearfully and wonderfully made. which one finds sticking on ships' bottoms. and merrier. And if he says (as he will) that not having seen such a change in his experience. lastly. and the pretty little real Tom was washed out of the inside of it. But good Sir John did not understand all this. and the huntsman cried. as foxes say. and so we are. tell us that that transformation is not the last? and that. the crown and flower of all things. if he sees even less than they. as the Great Exhibition is more wonderful than a rabbit-burrow? Let him answer that. so it happened to Tom. Yes. when they found a black thing in the water. that not only his dirt. When they looked into the empty pockets of his shell. or the still stranger degradation of some cousins of theirs. nothing but a piece of dead deal wood. on four fawn-coloured wings. the caperers. and away it goes on its back. or fancy that anything is too wonderful to be true.
where the old dalesmen all sleep side by side between the limestone crags. The children could not understand it. The spent and maimed among: God grant you find one face there. but they liked it none the less for that. And every dog his day. and never forgot poor little Tom. And at last she grew so stiff and lame. and that was enough for them. and we will hope that she was not certificated. "He prayeth well who loveth well . and take your place there. And the little girl would not play with her dolls for a whole week. lad. that is no reason why they should not have hearts. would do so. When all the world is old. and that. and as clean as a fresh-run salmon. And the dame decked it with garlands every Sunday. And all the sport is stale. then go to the schoolroom and learn your multiplication-table. and very sad. Young blood must have its course. and my lady cried. and see if you like that better. lad. if not for them. for Sir John gave him ten pounds. for one was dead. You loved when all was young. And soon my lady put a pretty little tombstone over Tom's shell in the little churchyard in Vendale. and a long way beyond that too. and the old nurse cried (for it was somewhat her fault). no doubt. though he had been so good-natured to Tom the morning before. for though people have wigs. and the other was in Botany Bay. that you could no more get tears out of him than milk out of leather: and Grimes did not cry. lad. Sir John sent. And every goose a swan. and carried her up over Harthover Fells. with a pretty little lace-collar of gills about his neck. alas! one cannot put on paper. It takes all sorts. then the little children decked it for her. but the keeper did not cry. till she grew so old that she could not stir abroad. Now if you don't like my story. And all the trees are green. And every lass a queen. Then hey for boot and horse. Some people. And round the world away. lad. and there was a new schoolmistress in Vendale. lad. to make a world. And all the while Tom was swimming about in the river. and the dairymaid cried. And these are the words of it:— When all the world is young.girl cried. and the sweet old air to which she sang. that the angels were forced to carry her. far and wide. they say. And all the trees are brown. as she sat spinning what she called her wedding-dress. to find Tom's father and mother: but he might have looked till Doomsday for them. Those are the words: but they are only the body of it: the soul of the song was the dear old woman's sweet face. for he was so dried up with running after poachers. And always she sang an old old song. and sweet voice. lad. and he drank it all in a week. And all the wheels run down. as lively as a grig. Creep home. and they helped her on with her wedding-dress. for it was very sweet. So much the better for us.
and what was best of all. who wrote a poem about the feelings which some children have about having lived before. our life's star. or hungry. a beast. all that had happened to him when he lived before. But he only enjoyed it: he did not know it. and the rude boys with whom he used to play. or think about it. just as you enjoy life and health. Tom was amphibious: and what is better still. which therefore. For the first time in his life. he had forgotten all the bad words which he had learned from Grimes. CHAPTER III TOM was now quite amphibious. who may possibly answer you smartly enough. He made and loveth all. . he did not remember any of his old troubles. An animal supposed by our ignorant ancestors to be compounded of a fish and a beast. Since that sweet sleep. and may it be long before you have to think about it! He did not remember having ever been dirty. and bios. or sent up dark chimneys. Indeed. You do not know what that means? You had better. and the little white girl. and a very good man. and Harthover Place. can ever tell us certainly. Adjective. like the hippopotamus. and this is what he said— "Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. thus— "Amphibious. There was a wise man once. and no man. he was clean. amphi. by remembering something which happened where we lived before. he felt how comfortable it was to have nothing on him but himself. and dies in the water. can't live on the land. a fish. he had forgotten all about his master. then. And not in utter nakedness." However that may be. a very wise man. when you came into this world. And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness. and became a land-baby. He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small: For the dear God who loveth us. derived from two Greek words. or beaten. The soul that rises with us. we know nothing about it. So why should he. and in a word. That is not strange: for you know. Hath elsewhere had its setting. who can tell? One can only tell that. when he became a water-baby? Then have you lived before? My dear child. and as we remember nothing. ask the nearest Government pupil-teacher. being tired." COLERIDGE. and yet never think about being alive and healthy. you remembered nothing.Both men and bird and beast. and no book.
as they were at the end of the Long Pond last May. too many land-babies do so likewise. just as a snail makes his shell. deductive. that Tom laughed at them till he cried. that your body makes your soul. and water-milk. And what did he live on? Water-cresses. with some people. orthodox. and look at all the pretty things which are to be seen in the cool clear water-world. then she would stick on a piece of green wood. or perhaps water-gruel. though not. that your soul has nothing to do with your body. Sometimes he went along the smooth gravel water-ways. I hope. being rude and selfish. as vain people are apt to be. that your soul makes your body. and said. But Tom was very happy in the water. to make up for that. looking at the crickets which ran in and out among the stones. till she was patched all over like an Irishman's coat. and instead of fancying. philosophical. inductive. tails became all the fashion among the caddis-baits in that pool. five times as long as herself. realistic. and saw the sand-pipes hanging in thousands. he had nothing but holidays in the water-world for a long. but is only stuck into it like a pin into a pin-cushion. or he went into a still corner. it is enough for us to be sure that whether or not we lived before. Very fanciful ladies they were. where the sun is never too hot. and they all toddled about with long straws sticking out behind.—you will believe the one true. as rabbits do on land. at that. with some people. I hope. productive. long time to come. And. so we are not answerable for the water-babies. to fall out with the first shake. . One would begin with some pebbles. as poor little heathen Tom did.But trailing clouds of glory. He had nothing to do now but enjoy himself. and looking so ridiculous. as if a steam-engine could make its own coke. For he went downward into the water: but we. "Hurrah! my sister has a tail. and the poor shell was alive. we shall live again. getting between each other's legs. seductive. and watched the caddises eating dead sticks as greedily as you would eat plum-pudding. or. Then she found a long straw. and never do you harm. and stuck it on too. and marched about with it quite proud. He had been sadly overworked in the land-world. who is likely to be queen of all the fairies for many a year to come. who is our home. none of them would keep to the same materials for a day. and did not like at all being taken to build houses with: but the caddis did not let him have any voice in the matter. and tumbling over each other. then she found a shell. can only do you good. shall go upward to a very different place. though it was very inconvenient indeed. and the frost is never too cold. and so now. perhaps. comfortable. But if I was you." There. irrefragable. then a very smart pink stone. and building their houses with silk and glue. as we did. and she stuck it on her back. and on-all-accounts-to-be-received doctrine of this wonderful fairy tale. But they were quite right. logical. nominalistic. and so on. or he climbed over the ledges of rock. But we do not know what one-tenth of the water-things eat. For the rest. salutary. with every one of them a pretty little head and legs peeping out. do we come From God. I would believe that. For then the great fairy Science. which is. rational. and I'll have one too". you can know no more than that. then she stuck on a piece of rotten wood.
and Tom soon learned to understand them and talk to them. and there he saw the water-forests. But whether it is nature or not. and to play and romp with him too: but they had been forbidden to do that. to see what he was going to make with his machinery. So now he found that there was a great deal more in the world than he had fancied at first sight. And what do you think he was doing? Brick-making. that it is nature. and birds talk to each other. you must remember. He had two big wheels. except efts and water-babies). mischievous tricks in their nature. were very sorry to see him so unhappy. was so little that everything looked a hundred times as big to him as it does to you. And in the water-forest he saw the water-monkeys and water-squirrels (they had all six legs. of all beautiful shapes and colours. But Tom did not know that. and wheels. in thousands. And therefore they must not torment dumb creatures. and flowers. even if it be spoon-bonnets. a certain old lady who is coming will surely give them exactly what they deserve. who peeped out of the top of a house built of round bricks. just as things do to a minnow. Now you must know that all the things under the water talk. and must help it. and nimbly enough they ran among the branches. and all alive and busy. With his two big wheels he swept together all the mud which floated in the water: all that was nice in it he put into his stomach and ate. and all the mud he put into the little wheel on his breast. they drew themselves in and turned into knots of jelly. Tom had to learn his lesson for himself by sound and sharp experience. and one little one. of course. and there he spun it into a neat hard round brick. only not such a language as ours. But I am sorry to say. though. but such as horses. and then Tom saw that they were all alive— bells. and teach him to be good.you know. and longing to teach them what they can only teach themselves. so that he might have had very pleasant company if he had only been a good boy. which really was a round hole set with teeth. There was one wonderful little fellow. little boys can help it. The water-fairies. and Tom stood and stared at him. everything almost has six legs in the water. all over teeth. so he had no one to speak to or play with. though there may be many a kind heart yearning over them all the while. for people must always follow the fashion. and only a proof that we are all originally descended from beasts of prey. and tell him how naughty he was. he was too like some other little boys. and he pecked and howked the poor water-things about sadly. There were water-flowers there too. that is no reason why they should give way to those tricks like monkeys. and longed to take him. as many another foolish person has to do. For if they have naughty. and then he took it and stuck it on the top of his house-wall. Some people say that boys cannot help it. and cows. very fond of hunting and tormenting creatures for mere sport. and dogs. Now was not he a clever little fellow? Tom thought so: but when he wanted to talk to him the brick-maker was much too busy and proud of his work to take notice of him. just as Tom was. . and Tom tried to pick them: but as soon as he touched them. as monkeys have. and got out of his way. till they were all afraid of him. spinning round and round like the wheels in a thrashing-machine. They would have looked to you only little weeds: but Tom. and stars. Then sometimes he came to a deep still reach. too. and set to work to make another. who know no better. or crept into their shells. who sees and catches the little water-creatures which you can only see in a microscope. low. for if they do.
as he deserved to be." said the creature. the meddlesome little fellow. and flown about. stuck all over with shining bits of crystal. and looked about it half ashamed. "Oh. to see how you looked when you were in bed? So Tom broke to pieces the door. It moved its legs very feebly. and watched him. Don't speak to me. and out floushed a huge old brown trout ten times as big as he was. It did not hurt him much. and stretched himself out stiff.At last one day he found a caddis. and turned into beautiful creatures with wings. there you are at it again! And she had just laid herself up for a fortnight's sleep. bang—he opened all down his back. and out popped a long arm with a pair of pincers at the end of it. "Yah. and knocked all the breath out of his body. "Because my brothers and sisters have all split. like a little child who has been ill a long time in a dark room. and halloed at him. let me go!" cried Tom. . and I don't know which was the more frightened of the two. and jumped clean out of water in their fright. I will split!" Tom stood still. like a girl when she goes for the first time into a ballroom. as soft and smooth as Tom: but very pale and weak. soft creature. he came close to a great dark hover under an alder root. Then he came to a pool full of little trout. and put his nose close to him. which had six legs. hey presto. But as Tom chased them. for they held up their hands and shrieked like the cats in Struwwelpeter: "Oh. Who sent you here to worry us out of our lives?" So Tom swam away. And out of his inside came the most slender. but pull it open. and then up to the top of his head. and a big stomach. And he swelled himself. and I want to split too. and trying to catch them: but they slipped through his fingers. "Why do you want to split?" said Tom. about half as big as himself. and caught Tom by the nose. But when Tom spoke to her she could not answer. However. and when he looked in. and at last—crack. I want to split. and he let go. and began tormenting them. ah! Oh. and laid such lots of eggs: and now you have broken her door. "I want to be quiet. I am sure I shall split. and then it began walking slowly up a grass stem to the top of the water. and then she would have come out with such beautiful wings. and she can't mend it because her mouth is tied up for a fortnight. "you are an ugly fellow to be sure!" and he began making faces at him. all the other caddises did. He had never seen a caddis with a house-door before: so what must he do. but it held him quite tight. and a most ridiculous head with two great eyes and a face just like a donkey's. and wanted it to peep out of its house: but its house-door was shut. the caddis poked out her head." said Tom. to see what the poor lady was doing inside. Then he went on sulky and lonely. puff. you nasty horrid boy. and it had turned into just the shape of a bird's. He was very much ashamed of himself. all the thing's donkey-face came off in a moment. if she didn't answer. and under a bank he saw a very ugly dirty creature sitting. as little boys do when they have done wrong and won't say so. which was the prettiest little grating of silk. and she will die. What a shame! How should you like to have any one breaking your bedroom-door in. When. "Then let me go. like a very rude boy. elegant. for her mouth and face were tight tied up in a new night-cap of neat pink skin. and felt all the naughtier." Tom promised to let him alone. and puffed. and ran right against him.
I have no one to play with. the most lovely colours began to show on its body. He was a little conceited about his fine colours and his large wings. "for you can't. and hauled themselves up again into the tree. and catch gnats. So in a little while they became great friends." cried Tom. But the thing whirred up into the air. the king of all the flies. and he put out his hand to catch it. "you cannot catch me. and have a little chat about all I have seen in my travels. so it did look very big to him. though. Why. The dragon-fly did come back. a wonderful change came over it. and shone like ten thousand diamonds. and have wings like them some day. and its eyes grew so large that they filled all its head. He was very fond of talking about all the wonderful things he saw in the trees and the meadows. so there were great excuses for him. as they sailed round and round under the shadow of the great oak. and used to tell him strange stories about the way they built their houses. And he went up to the top of the water too. and milfoil. what a huge tree this is! and what huge leaves on it!" It was only a big dock: but you know the dragon-fly had never seen any but little water-trees. come back. And then the caddises grew quite tame. head over heels. he was very short-sighted. you beautiful creature!" said Tom. and began catching gnats. but you know. And I am very glad to say. out of its back rose four great wings of bright brown gauze. It grew strong and firm. and turned at last into winged flies. he had been a poor dirty ugly creature all his life before. And as the creature sat in the warm bright sun. I am a dragon-fly now. as they did before a shower came on. and he used to try to leap out of the water. and Tom liked to listen to him. and then changed their foolish minds for no reason at all either. And the trout and he made it up (for trout very soon forget if they have been frightened and hurt). Hurrah!" And he flew away into the air. "Oh! come back. and never could see a yard before his nose. and chatted away with Tom. "Oh. and great fun they had." "I don't care whether you do or not. starwort. and such like. to see them rising at the flies. If you will but come back I will never try to catch you. and hawk over the river. and hung poised on its wings a moment. where the beetles fell flop into the water." said the dragon-fly. and the green caterpillars let themselves down from the boughs by silk ropes for no reason at all. for he had forgotten all about them. and I shall dance in the sunshine. till Tom began to long to change his skin. blue and yellow and black. I know what I shall do. rolling up the . and have a beautiful wife like myself. who are not half as handsome as he. "No!" it said. He liked most. and I am so lonely here. but somehow he never could manage it. and changed their skins. I will come back. So Tom used to play with them at hare and hounds. spots and bars and rings. and peeped out to see what would happen. and looked a little about this pretty place. and water-crowfoot. that Tom learned such a lesson that day. Besides. But when I have had my dinner. any more than a great many other folks. that he did not torment creatures for a long time after.Tom was so astonished that he never said a word: but he stared with all his eyes. "you beautiful creature. as all dragon-flies are. and then settled down again by Tom quite fearless.
So I turned respectable. and the cock-tailed duns and spinners. "Yes." said Tom. and he cocked up the two whisks at his tail-end. and he cocked up his tail. and see the gay world. by trying to break their necks on a string. I must just go and see after my wife for a few minutes. and put on this grey suit. It's a very business-like suit. but left his poor wife to lay all the eggs by herself). and neither Blondin nor Leotard could do it: but why they should take so much trouble about it no one can tell. But I didn't choose that that should last. He was basking at the top of the water one hot day in July. He was a very little fellow indeed: but he made the most of himself. a dark grey little fellow with a brown head. I've done quite enough business. Why shouldn't one be jolly if one can?" "And what will become of your wife?" "Oh! she is a very plain stupid creature. and began chatting away in his squeaking voice. and was very shabby and dirty. and gave them to his friends the trout. when one becomes a family man. when. but I don't want it yet. and still more so. catching duns and feeding the trout. "Your leg. "So you live under the water? It's a low place. and go out and be a smart man. for instead of getting away. I consider. which you are kind enough to hold out for me to sit on. and thinks about nothing . if you'll be so good as to keep it sticking out just so". when he saw a new sort. and off he flew. and brown. in the last week. and caught the alderflies. And at last he gave up catching even the flies. he hopped upon Tom's finger. And this was the way it happened. and he cried out in the tiniest. So I shall put on a ball-dress. for he made acquaintance with one by accident and found him a very merry little fellow. Dear me! what a troublesome business a family is!" (though the idle little rogue did nothing at all. and said—"Ah. don't you?" "Very neat and quiet indeed. to last me my life.rope in a ball between their paws. and it is all quite true. I lived there for some time. you were tired waiting? Well. and have a dance or two." "Want what?" said Tom. and that's the truth. indeed. squeakiest little voice you ever heard. yellow. your other leg will do as well. and came up to the top. Perhaps he was not quite kind to the flies. and. he looked the cockiest little man of all little men. And very often Tom caught them just as they touched the water. for they cannot get their living. and he cocked up his wings." And he popped himself down on Tom's knee. and the caperers. as people ought to do. in five minutes he came back. shrillest. "When I come back. and grey. But I'm tired of it. and claret. that's the truth. and sat there as bold as nine tailors. I shall be glad of it. but one must do a good turn to one's friends when one can. quite taken aback by his impudence. one must be quiet and neat and respectable. in short. Tom thought him a very cool sort of personage. which is a very clever rope-dancer's trick. you think. He cocked up his head. "Much obliged to you. And so he proved to be. and all that sort of thing for a little. as Blondin and Leotard do.
legs. nor Robin. and kept on chatting to Tom about the times when he lived under the water. why she may. and grunting. "This is me up here. he and his friend the dragon-fly. "You're dead. instead of being ashamed of his emptiness. So merrily pass the day. and his eyes all the colours of a peacock's tail. and squeaking. watching the gnats dance. and he jerked and skipped up and down. "No. The gnats (who did not care the least for their poor brothers' death) danced a foot over his head quite happily. My living won't cost me much. three guinea-pigs." And he danced up and down for three days and three nights. "Ain't I a pretty fellow now?" And so he was. and then quite white. you see. He had grown as dry and hard and empty as a quill. so I can never be hungry nor have the stomach-ache neither. till he grew so tired. He was sitting on a water-lily leaf. Suddenly. But. eyes. and he himself never minded. For the little rogue had jumped clean out of his own skin. and if not. "Why.but eggs. for I have no mouth. To drive dull care away. cooing. And what was the oddest of all.—and here I go. never stopping an instant. nine mice. Vitus's dance. "now I will see the gay world. he was quite proud of it. and his tail orange. For I hold it for quite the wisest thing." said Tom. why nobody else cared either. looking at him as he stood on his knee as white as a ghost. Ha." And. for his body was white. he turned quite pale. "Ah!" said he. as if you had put into a bag two stock-doves. nor all the conjurers in the world. as he floated down— "To drive dull care away-ay-ay!" And if he did not care. and a blind puppy. nor Houdin." No more he had. just as if he had St. But what became of him Tom never knew. and a large black fly settled within an inch of his nose. as he spoke. I ain't!" answered a little squeaking voice over his head. "Ha. and left it standing on Tom's knee. If she chooses to come. But he did not answer. and left them there to settle themselves and make music. and that's my skin. exactly as if it had been alive. as such silly shallow-hearted fellows deserve to grow. . and floated down. that he tumbled into the water. you're ill!" said Tom. and began flirting and flipping up and down. tail. But one day Tom had a new adventure. and began washing his own face and combing his hair with his paws: but the dragon-fly never stirred. wings. the whisks at the end of his tail had grown five times as long as they were before. and was sitting quite still and sleepy. nor Frikell. ha! you could not do such a trick as that!" And no more Tom could. ha!" he said. Tom heard the strangest noise up the stream. and whining. for Tom heard him singing to the last. why I go without her. and no inside. and singing— "My wife shall dance. and I shall sing. The dragon-fly had eaten as many as he wanted. as a good many fine gentlemen are. in my ball-dress. for it was very hot and bright.
said to himself." "You are an eft. And if you don't believe me. though it was not ten yards away. and there he saw a sight as strange as the noise. like a great many other people." said the wicked old otter. and not fit food for gentlefolk like me and my children. It is only a nasty eft. and cuddling. in the most charming fashion that ever was seen. and wrestling. and kissing. you may go to the Zoological Gardens (for I am afraid that you won't see it nearer. many times larger than Tom. Ha! ha! they will eat you. So he took the neatest little header into the water. "Look here!" and he turned his pretty little self quite round." "I tell you I have not. and biting." said Tom. no doubt. "Quick. here is something to eat. making horrible faces all the while. indeed!" and came at poor Tom. very positively. and watch by the great withy pollard which hangs over the backwater.He looked up the water. You may stay there till the salmon eat you (she knew the salmon would not. and go down to Cordery's Moor." "I am not an eft!" said Tom. The otter might have got out of it by saying that Tom was a frog: but. where the otters breed sometimes). right or wrong. gracefullest creatures you ever saw. lithest. children. and I know you have a tail. when she had once said a thing. just as he used to grin through the railings at the old women. so she answered: "I say you are an eft. but she wanted to frighten poor Tom). and rolling. showing such a wicked pair of eyes. "efts have tails." But Tom looked at her from between two thick roots. and diving. and then say. and twisting. and sure enough. and the first time that you hear it you will probably think it is bogies. for sometimes it broke up and streamed away in pieces." said the otter in disgust. he had no more tail than you. and then it joined again. "or it will be worse for you. and scratching. But. and shook them with all his might. "What are salmon?" asked Tom. and started off to see for himself. Handsome is that handsome does. and. if otters at play in the water are not the merriest. which nothing eats. he could not even see it. "Come out. when the biggest of them saw Tom. and we will eat them". and all the while the noise came out of it louder and louder. unless. you get up at five in the morning. who were swimming about. perhaps. and such a set of sharp teeth in a grinning mouth. Tom had not finished his education yet. and slipped in between the water-lily roots as fast as he could. when he lived before. when he came near. "it is not worth eating. Tom asked the dragon-fly what it could be: but. children. and the otter laughed such a wicked cruel laugh—as you may hear them do sometimes. "I see your two hands quite plain. and therefore you are. of course. and cried in the water-language sharply enough. she darted out from the rest. after all. a great ball rolling over and over down the stream. "Come away. she stood to it. who had thought her very handsome." said the otter. . and then turned round and made faces at her. but you know. that Tom. the ball turned out to be four or five beautiful creatures. It was not quite well bred. seeming one moment of soft brown fur. with his short sight. not even those vulgar pike in the pond. and the next of shining glass: and yet it was not a ball.
great fish. I was laid up among the crags then. we just bite out their soft throats and suck their sweet juice—Oh. eft: and."Fish. They speared my poor dear husband as he went out to find something for me to eat. But out of the sea the silly things come." And the otter grew so sentimental (for otters can be very sentimental when they choose. and plenty of eating all day long. my children. till they see us coming. And there we fish for the bass and the pollock. like a good many people who are both cruel and greedy. for he could not guess that they were the water-fairies come to help him. eft. and all his companions there. and set pots along the rocks to catch lobsters. and when they go down again we go down and follow them. the silly things. the great wide sea. But he could not help thinking of what the otter had said about the great river and the broad sea. worse luck for us. and then stood upright half out of the water. he lost his life for your sakes. which get into our feet sometimes. but somehow he seemed to know before he asked. than down the bank came seven little rough terrier dogs. nice fish to eat. and have jolly days along the shore. and sleep snug in the warm dry crags. and then they are so meek all at once. for no sooner was she gone. they are so proud. But the stream was very low. I can smell the rain coming up off the sea. and salmon. "Two-legged things. "Out of the sea. And once he set off to go down the stream." And the otter grew so proud that she turned head over heels twice. and grubbing and splashing. and no good to anybody at all) that she sailed solemnly away down the burn. "And where do they come from?" asked Tom. So the sun burned his back and made him sick. and we catch them. and we are lords of the salmon". Tom hid among the water-lilies till they were gone. and they catch the fish with hooks and lines. But they speared him. snuffing and yapping. so good!"—(and she licked her wicked lips)—"and then throw them away. in full cry after the otter. coming soon. Ah. where they might stay and be safe if they liked. and she laughed again. "We hunt them up and down the pools. and Tom saw her no more for that time. for there was no water left to keep under. who kept himself very close. and bully the little trout." "What are men?" asked Tom. if you had not a tail" (she was determined that Tom should have a tail). grinning like a Cheshire cat. and the minnows. And. for the sea was so rough that no fish would come in shore. They are coming soon. into the great river down below. poor fellow. they are actually something like you. and we come up to watch for them. "only a great deal bigger. for he was considerably frightened. the more he grew discontented with the narrow little stream in which he lived. and he went back again and lay quiet in the pool for a whole week more. He could not tell why. as he thought. but we disdain to eat them all. And lucky it was for her that she did so. that is a merry life too. but the more he thought. you eft. and I saw them carrying him away upon a pole. and toss and roll in the breakers. if it were not for those horrid men. and drive them up into a corner. children. and when he came to the shallows he could not keep under water. and go and catch another. . Ah. and wanted to get out into the wide wide world. and we were very low in the world. children. and then hurrah for a fresh. and enjoy all the wonderful sights of which he was sure it was full. he longed to go and see them. They are the lords of the fish. poor dear obedient creature that he was. now I come to look at you.
and went hurrying past him so fiercely and wildly that he was quite frightened. and odds and ends. And now. There was not a whisper of wind. twining and sweeping along as fast as the eels themselves. that. and by the light of it—in the thousandth part of a second they were gone again—but he had seen them. Down to the sea. we must run.And then. till the very rocks in the stream seemed to shake: and Tom looked up at it through the water. tugging and kicking to get them away from each other. and wood-lice. Tom saw a new sight—all the bottom of the stream alive with great eels. and made him pop his head down quickly enough. on the evening of a very hot day. and soon the stream rose. from cloud to cloud. and this. and was glad to cuddle their smooth cool sides. nor a chirp of a bird to be heard. and Tom looked up and saw a blanket of black clouds lying right across the valley above his head. and said: "Now is your time. down to the sea!" Then came a flash brighter than all the rest. and one hit Tom on the nose. floating down the torrent. and began gobbling the beetles and leeches in the most greedy and quarrelsome way. What a jolly thunderstorm! Down to the sea. and swimming about with great worms hanging out of their mouths. And then the thunder roared. down to the sea!" And then the otter came by with all her brood. for out they rushed from among the stones. for everything was still. and sticks. and fouler and fouler. and cliff to cliff. and addle-eggs. And as they hurried past he could hear them say to each other. and leeches. Come along. and so had the trout. if you want to see the world. full of beetles. children. all down stream and away. but lay dozing at the bottom under the shade of the stones. and omnium-gatherums. and the other. "Down to the sea. But the trout did not. for the water was quite warm and unpleasant. and in burrows in the mud. resting on the crags right and left. But toward evening it grew suddenly dark. and Tom had hardly ever seen them. turning and twisting along. by the flashes of the lightning. down to the sea!" . They had been hiding for weeks past in the cracks of the rocks. and straws. eft. he saw a sight. and rushed down. and the hail hammered like shot on the stream. Tom could hardly stand against the stream. for the rain came down by bucketsful. He felt not quite frightened. as they sang. for they would not move an inch to take a fly. higher and higher. never mind those nasty eels: we shall breakfast on salmon to-morrow. and she spied Tom as she came by. and leapt across Vendale and back again. except now and then at night: but now they were all out. and Tom lay dozing too. and hid behind a rock. "We must run. and next a few great drops of rain fell plop into the water. and the lightning flashed. but very still. he was certain of it—Three beautiful little white girls. and worms. though there were thousands on the water. and churned it into foam. with their arms twined round each other's necks. But out of the water he dared not put his head. enough to fill nine museums. He had been very stupid all day. and thought it the finest thing he ever saw in his life.
And Tom could not stop. Dennis?" . 88. And now. "everything is going to the sea. for daring to meddle with a water-baby. among the old pine-stems. and the next were dark as night. mind."—P. Tom found himself out in the salmon river. where the white water-lilies tossed and flapped beneath the wind and hail. and Dennis tells you strange stories of the Peishtamore. and away and away to the sea. and puts his head out at night to snap at the cattle as they come down to drink?—But you must not believe all that Dennis tells you. and the breakers. along deep reaches. past sleeping villages. And what sort of a river was it? Was it like an Irish stream. do you think. on through narrow strids and roaring cataracts. mind your sheep". for the fairies sent them home again with a tremendous scolding. so that Tom was spared the pain of bidding them farewell. and the wide wide sea. guided by the bright flashes of the storm."From which great trout rushed out on Tom. down the rushing stream. thinking him to be good to eat. but they were gone: yet he could hear their voices clear and sweet through the roar of thunder and water and wind. the great bogy-snake which lies in the black peat pools. and the salmon. which shone out one moment as clear as day. "Oh stay! Wait for me!" cried Tom. and I will go too. past tall birch-fringed rocks. and the curlews flit to and fro. and did not care to stop. winding through the brown bogs. crying "Tullie-wheep." But the trout were so busy gobbling worms that they never turned to answer him. where the wild ducks squatter up from among the white water-lilies. and turned back sulkily. he would see the great world below. from which great trout rushed out on Tom. And when the daylight came. singing as they died away. trout. "Down to the sea!" "Down to the sea?" said Tom. under dark bridge-arches. where Tom was deafened and blinded for a moment by the rushing waters. for if you ask him: "Is there a salmon here. past dark hovers under swirling banks. Good-bye.
and ready money. a hundred an hour." "Shure thin." . without having cost the soil or the state one farthing? Or was it like a Scotch stream. . and your honour's the thrue fisherman. and other like things of which the Cymry stand in no need whatsoever? Or was it such a salmon stream as I trust you will see among the Hampshire watermeadows before your hairs are grey. and didn't I think your honour would like a pleasant answer?" So you must not trust Dennis. av' ye'd but the luck to see thim. with rowan and pendant birch boughs. my little dear. where folk have taken up a ridiculous fancy that honesty is the best policy. of all Heaven's gifts of food. when folks shall see that. and trot about after you. Beautiful there for the colour derived from green rocks under. Irish grey eye. shouldthering ache out of water. and some other places. and fresh-run fish shall be as plentiful under Salisbury spire as they are in Holly-hole at Christchurch. who is generous enough to go down to the sea weighing five ounces. thin. an' ridgmens. the one to be protected most carefully is that worthy gentleman salmon. Cliff over cliff for its sides. . till this last year) for containing no salmon. Beautiful most of all. under the wise new fishing-laws?—when Winchester apprentices shall covenant. untrustable. and to come back next year weighing five pounds. and knows no better. "But there can't be a salmon here. Why. tell you fibs instead. and then he will burst out laughing too. ye spake as if ye'd known the wather a thousand years! As I said. soft. instead of being angry with him. you must remember that he is a poor Paddy. with good tackle. . and show you good sport if he can—for he is an affectionate fellow. Or was it like a Welsh salmon river. if one had come up last tide. and wonder all the while why poor ould Ireland does not prosper like England and Scotland. . he'd be gone to the higher pools by now. and common honesty. as they have been all poached out by the enlightened peasantry. in the good time coming. where beads of foam uprising Mingle their clouds of white with the delicate hue of the stillness. ." Then you fish the pool all over. . your honour manes? Salmon? Cartloads it is of thim. . and civilisation. and slave for you. because he is in the habit of giving pleasant answers: but. and signifies much the same as the Chinese Fan Quei) from coming bothering into Wales. as they did three hundred years ago. and never get a rise. such as Arthur Clough drew in his "Bothie":— "Where over a ledge of granite Into a granite bason the amber torrent descended. just now?" "But you said just now they were shouldering each other out of water?" And then Dennis will look up at you with his handsome."Is it salmon. sleepy. and as fond of sport as you are—and if he can't. to prevent the Cythrawl Sassenach (which means you. so you must just burst out laughing. your kith and kin. . and answer with the prettiest smile: "Shure. Dennis! and. and understands it all like a book. good-natured. not to be made to eat salmon more than three days a week. which is remarkable chiefly (at least. . if you'll but think. how could there be a fish here at all. sly. thin.
Ah, my little man, when you are a big man, and fish such a stream as that, you will hardly care, I think, whether she be roaring down in full spate, like coffee covered with scald cream, while the fish are swirling at your fly as an oar-blade swirls in a boat-race, or flashing up the cataract like silver arrows, out of the fiercest of the foam; or whether the fall be dwindled to a single thread, and the shingle below be as white and dusty as a turnpike road, while the salmon huddle together in one dark cloud in the clear amber pool, sleeping away their time till the rain creeps back again off the sea. You will not care much, if you have eyes and brains; for you will lay down your rod contentedly, and drink in at your eyes the beauty of that glorious place; and listen to the water-ouzel piping on the stones, and watch the yellow roes come down to drink and look up at you with their great soft trustful eyes, as much as to say, "You could not have the heart to shoot at us?" And then, if you have sense, you will turn and talk to the great giant of a gilly who lies basking on the stone beside you. He will tell you no fibs, my little man; for he is a Scotchman, and fears God, and not the priest; and, as you talk with him, you will be surprised more and more at his knowledge, his sense, his humour, his courtesy; and you will find out—unless you have found it out before—that a man may learn from his Bible to be a more thorough gentleman than if he had been brought up in all the drawing-rooms in London. No. It was none of these, the salmon stream at Harthover. It was such a stream as you see in dear old Bewick; Bewick, who was born and bred upon them. A full hundred yards broad it was, sliding on from broad pool to broad shallow, and broad shallow to broad pool, over great fields of shingle, under oak and ash coverts, past low cliffs of sandstone, past green meadows, and fair parks, and a great house of grey stone, and brown moors above, and here and there against the sky the smoking chimney of a colliery. You must look at Bewick to see just what it was like, for he has drawn it a hundred times with the care and the love of a true north countryman; and, even if you do not care about the salmon river, you ought, like all good boys, to know your Bewick. At least, so old Sir John used to say, and very sensibly he put it too, as he was wont to do: "If they want to describe a finished young gentleman in France, I hear, they say of him, 'Il sait son Rabelais.' But if I want to describe one in England, I say, 'He knows his Bewick.' And I think that is the higher compliment." But Tom thought nothing about what the river was like. All his fancy was, to get down to the wide wide sea. And after a while he came to a place where the river spread out into broad still shallow reaches, so wide that little Tom, as he put his head out of the water, could hardly see across. And there he stopped. He got a little frightened. "This must be the sea," he thought. "What a wide place it is! If I go on into it I shall surely lose my way, or some strange thing will bite me. I will stop here and look out for the otter, or the eels, or some one to tell me where I shall go." So he went back a little way, and crept into a crack of the rock, just where the river opened out into the wide shallows, and watched for some one to tell him his way: but the otter and the eels were gone on miles and miles down the stream. There he waited, and slept too, for he was quite tired with his night's journey; and, when he woke, the stream was clearing to a beautiful amber hue, though it was still very
high. And after a while he saw a sight which made him jump up; for he knew in a moment it was one of the things which he had come to look for. Such a fish! ten times as big as the biggest trout, and a hundred times as big as Tom, sculling up the stream past him, as easily as Tom had sculled down. Such a fish! shining silver from head to tail, and here and there a crimson dot; with a grand hooked nose and grand curling lip, and a grand bright eye, looking round him as proudly as a king, and surveying the water right and left as if all belonged to him. Surely he must be the salmon, the king of all the fish. Tom was so frightened that he longed to creep into a hole; but he need not have been; for salmon are all true gentlemen, and, like true gentlemen, they look noble and proud enough, and yet, like true gentlemen, they never harm or quarrel with any one, but go about their own business, and leave rude fellows to themselves. The salmon looked at him full in the face, and then went on without minding him, with a swish or two of his tail which made the stream boil again. And in a few minutes came another, and then four or five, and so on; and all passed Tom, rushing and plunging up the cataract with strong strokes of their silver tails, now and then leaping clean out of water and up over a rock, shining gloriously for a moment in the bright sun; while Tom was so delighted that he could have watched them all day long. And at last one came up bigger than all the rest; but he came slowly, and stopped, and looked back, and seemed very anxious and busy. And Tom saw that he was helping another salmon, an especially handsome one, who had not a single spot upon it, but was clothed in pure silver from nose to tail. "My dear," said the great fish to his companion, "you really look dreadfully tired, and you must not over-exert yourself at first. Do rest yourself behind this rock"; and he shoved her gently with his nose, to the rock where Tom sat. You must know that this was the salmon's wife. For salmon, like other true gentlemen, always choose their lady, and love her, and are true to her, and take care of her and work for her, and fight for her, as every true gentleman ought; and are not like vulgar chub and roach and pike, who have no high feelings, and take no care of their wives. Then he saw Tom, and looked at him very fiercely one moment, as if he was going to bite him. "What do you want here?" he said, very fiercely. "Oh, don't hurt me!" cried Tom. "I only want to look at you; you are so handsome." "Ah?" said the salmon, very stately but very civilly. "I really beg your pardon; I see what you are, my little dear. I have met one or two creatures like you before, and found them very agreeable and well-behaved. Indeed, one of them showed me a great kindness lately, which I hope to be able to repay. I hope we shall not be in your way here. As soon as this lady is rested, we shall proceed on our journey." What a well-bred old salmon he was! "So you have seen things like me before?" asked Tom. "Several times, my dear. Indeed, it was only last night that one at the river's mouth came and warned me and my wife of some new stake-nets which had got into the stream,
I cannot tell how, since last winter, and showed us the way round them, in the most charmingly obliging way." "So there are babies in the sea?" cried Tom, and clapped his little hands. "Then I shall have some one to play with there? How delightful!" "Were there no babies up this stream?" asked the lady salmon. "No! and I grew so lonely. I thought I saw three last night; but they were gone in an instant, down to the sea. So I went too; for I had nothing to play with but caddises and dragon-flies and trout." "Ugh!" cried the lady, "what low company!" "My dear, if he has been in low company, he has certainly not learnt their low manners," said the salmon. "No, indeed, poor little dear: but how sad for him to live among such people as caddises, who have actually six legs, the nasty things; and dragon-flies, too! why they are not even good to eat; for I tried them once, and they are all hard and empty; and, as for trout, every one knows what they are." Whereon she curled up her lip, and looked dreadfully scornful, while her husband curled up his too, till he looked as proud as Alcibiades. "Why do you dislike the trout so?" asked Tom. "My dear, we do not even mention them, if we can help it; for I am sorry to say they are relations of ours who do us no credit. A great many years ago they were just like us: but they were so lazy, and cowardly, and greedy, that instead of going down to the sea every year to see the world and grow strong and fat, they chose to stay and poke about in the little streams and eat worms and grubs; and they are very properly punished for it; for they have grown ugly and brown and spotted and small; and are actually so degraded in their tastes, that they will eat our children." "And then they pretend to scrape acquaintance with us again," said the lady. "Why, I have actually known one of them propose to a lady salmon, the little impudent little creature." "I should hope," said the gentleman, "that there are very few ladies of our race who would degrade themselves by listening to such a creature for an instant. If I saw such a thing happen, I should consider it my duty to put them both to death upon the spot." So the old salmon said, like an old blue-blooded hidalgo of Spain; and what is more, he would have done it too. For you must know, no enemies are so bitter against each other as those who are of the same race; and a salmon looks on a trout, as some great folks look on some little folks, as something just too much like himself to be tolerated.
"Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things We murder to dissect. "Enough of science and of art:
and thought that she looked at him. without the least bit of clothes on your wet back. and sat upon a little point of rock. A bright red light moved along the river-side. coasting along the shore. and Tom went down. It was a clear still September night. after Tom had warned them of the wicked old otter. that he could not sleep. You. and the silver-frosted lawns. curious little rogue that he was. would have been very cold sitting there on a September night. Tom. for it was many miles down to the sea. if the fairies had not guided him. So at last he came up to the top. and listened to the owl's hoot. and therefore felt cold no more than a fish. CHAPTER IV "He watched the moonlight on the rippling river. but slowly and cautiously. and perhaps he would never have found his way.Close up these barren leaves. and smelt the soft perfume of the birches. must needs go and see what it was. without his seeing their fair faces. but Tom was a water-baby. and wondered what she was. Suddenly. though he shut his eyes as tight as possible. and looked up at the broad yellow moon. he had a very strange adventure. and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. and the moon shone so brightly down through the water. of course. and the otter's laugh. And he watched the moonlight on the rippling river. He was many days about it. Come forth." WORDSWORTH. and the fox's bark. or feeling their gentle hands. and the snipe's bleat. though he could not well tell why." P. and the black heads of the firs. and the wafts of heather honey off the grouse moor far above. SO the salmon went up. And. 101. he saw a beautiful sight. as he went. and met the light as it . and felt very happy. and threw down into the water a long tap-root of flame. so he swam to the shore.
He would go very quietly. with foul clothes on their backs. desperate. and was frightened. But before he could make up his mind. there was a fearful splash and struggle. and Tom saw that the poor salmon was speared right through. At last he screwed up his courage and swam down to him. and. and looked earnestly in. Tom heard the men above run along. for he felt somehow that they were strange. And then. till all was quiet. and longed to warn the foolish salmon. and wagging their tails." Tom felt that there was some danger coming. as he did not stir. and was lifted out of the water. and to know the voice which spoke them. from behind. And it all began to come back to him. and was very glad that he was a water-baby. and crept into a hole in the rock. He grew more and more curious. and a hissing. he who held the light in his hand.stopped over a shallow run at the edge of a low rock. and there lay quite still. The man with the torch bent down over the water. They were men. as it did me. and had nothing to do any more with horrid dirty men. And he knew that they were men. and a frightful flash. and ugly. from which he could see what went on. fell one of the men. and words which Tom recollected to have heard before. lay five or six great salmon. "the water has made him fall asleep. savage. such as Tom had seen too many times before. And there. who kept staring up at the light as if he was bewitched. of course. but he drifted down into the deep hole below. he's ower fifteen punds. Tom waited a long time. and made a splash. and horrible. looking up at the flame with their great goggle eyes. He must go and look at him. and he shuddered and turned sick at them now. underneath the light. there sprang on these three men three other men. one of whom held the light. lad. Tom came to the top. close to Tom. down came the pole through the water. and all was still. For into the water. and wrong. seemingly looking for him. and then he peeped out." He did not know what the words meant: but he seemed to know the sound of them." he thought. and then he said: "Tak' that muckle fellow. All of a sudden there was a tremendous splash. to look at this wonderful light nearer. and there were shouts. up-and-down fighting. flaring and sputtering. and another a long pole. and saw the man lying." Then he went nearer. closer and closer. so he swam round and round him. and haud your hand steady. and they could not find him. and they were fighting. and foul words on their lips. and blows. at last he came quite close and looked him . "Perhaps. And he heard a voice say: "There was a fish rose. And he stopped his little ears. and rolled over and over in the current. but he dared not stir out of his hole: while the rock shook over his head with the trampling and struggling of the keepers and the poachers. he could not tell why. as if they were very much pleased at it. and longed to swim away. and he saw on the bank three great two-legged creatures. Into the swift river he sank.
and . with its wharfs. He could not rest till he had found out what had become of Mr. For then they will remain neither boys nor men. and turning him aside from millraces. and peeped out. do you behave as all honest fellows should. So he went very carefully. past the great town. But it could not be. as he saw. But he felt his way instead. Mr. what had happened to Mr. he recollected. instead of going on bravely to the end as Tom did. he longed to go down again to the big pool. even water-babies. and put him. What has been once can never come over again. past great bridges. Grimes. Grimes. peeping round all the rocks. The moon shone so bright that Tom could see every feature. all the vale looked sad. and now and then he ran against their hawsers. He might have made himself easy. playing with the trout in the bright summer sun. do you know. And people can be little babies. and ducked under again. as Tom did. it was his old master. and all foul and dangerous things. Grimes was gone. must needs find it a weary journey. he had not turned into a water-baby. and beat me again. the chill autumn fog lay low upon the hills. "Oh dear me!" he thought. He did not know that the fairies were close to him always. and lay there the rest of the night under an alder root. So when you grow to be a big man. flesh. and mills. shutting the sailors' eyes lest they should see him. it was a dreary journey for him. and ships which rode at anchor in the stream. and perhaps give you good sport: instead of hitting you into the river. exactly where it ought to be. Poor little fellow. and never touch a fish or a head of game which belongs to another man without his express leave. and. day after day. and hiding under all the roots. and wondered what they were. The red and yellow leaves showered down into the river. Besides. In the afternoon Tom went back again. And it is quite certain that.in the face. the flies and beetles were all dead and gone. and treat you like one. Grimes had turned into a water-baby yet. Lucky for them if they do not lose heart and stop half-way. Then Tom went on down. and then people will call you a gentleman. and more than once he longed to be back in Vendale. neither fish. when morning came. like Grimes. nor good red-herring: having learnt a great deal too much. for he was terribly afraid of being caught by man and turned into a chimney-sweep once more. bit by bit. but. What a nasty troublesome one he will be! And perhaps he will find me out. and a long time he was fearful lest he should meet Grimes suddenly in some deep pool. But. "now he will turn into a water-baby. and sewer-mouths. and see whether Mr. and saw the sailors lounging on board smoking their pipes. and Tom made up his mind that he was turned into a water-baby. Grimes did not turn into a water-baby. poor little man. Tom turned tail. He could not know that the fairies had carried him away. Mr. or anything like one at all. following the flow of the stream. when a man becomes a confirmed poacher. and tall smoking chimneys. only once in their lives." So he went up the river again a little way. But he did not make himself easy. the only way to cure him is to put him under water for twenty-four hours. Grimes lay there still. or calling you a poaching snob. for he was afraid of staying near Grimes: and as he went. Grimes had such an effect on him that he never poached salmon any more. people who make up their minds to go and see the world. where they put everything which falls into the water. But this time Mr. and swam away as fast as he could. and sometimes spread itself so thickly on the river that he could not see his way. past boats and barges.
knocking poor Tom over. looking exactly like a fat old greasy negro with a grey pate. and light. and yet never caught each other up. and working for it too. even little babies. Sometimes he thought he heard them laughing: but it was only the laughter of the ripples. and the breakers plunged merrily upon the wide white sands. or they him. and cried. what a beautiful place the sea is!" And the old seal. but mended themselves and jumped up again. He did not care now for the tide being against him. And then there came a change over him. and said.yet not enough. my little man. which. which had been fresh. to see what the green fields inside were like. And Tom looked and looked. who never knew when he was beaten. and swam round and round in search of them: but in vain. and looked round for waterbabies: but there were none to be seen. And sometimes he thought he saw them at the bottom: but it was only white and pink shells. little English bull-dog. he left the buoy. and cried salt tears from sheer disappointment. of course: but Tom knew nothing of the tide. and flopped away along the bottom. as some wise men tell us. then. if he could only have seen the waterbabies. and once he passed a great black shining seal. And he sat down at the bottom of the sea. instead of being frightened. It was the tide. and on and on he held. and never minded it a bit. as if his veins had run champagne. And Tom. "Good tide to you. And then he found to his surprise." said Tom. and to it he went. The red buoy was in sight. "Don't hide." "Oh. without having the advantage of reaping them. with their red bills and legs. and whistled sweet and wild. and fresh. sir. He only knew that in a minute more the water. and running up inland. he did not know why. and jumped up over the rocks. instead of trying to bite him. the stream turned round. are you looking for your brothers and sisters? I passed them all at play outside. flew to and fro from shore to shore. turned salt all round him. and head over heels." and he swam on to the buoy. and began scraping the sand away. my little man. The shadows of the clouds ran races over the bright blue bay. and gave. But Tom was always a brave. "How d'ye do. a yard high. till he saw a long way off the red buoy through the fog. said. three skips out of the water. He passed great shoals of bass and mullet. who was coming in after the mullet. and sown their wild oats. Then when the tide turned. and the little waves danced for joy around the buoy. and he would have been very happy. and the sea-pies. The seal put his head and shoulders out of water. and the gulls laughed like girls at play. and yet to find no waterbabies! How hard! Well. and the old buoy danced with them. cannot have all they want without waiting for it. it did seem hard: but people. leaping and rushing in after the shrimps. He felt as strong. And the terns hovered over Tom like huge white dragon-flies with black heads. just as the salmon do when they first touch the noble rich salt water. The sea-breeze came in freshly with the tide and blew the fog away. and to the buoy he would go. for he saw two bright eyes peeping out of the sand. and stared at him. dancing in the open sea. and listened. is the mother of all living things. but he never heeded them. and tumbled down and broke themselves all to pieces. "I shall have playfellows at last. and faced so many dangers. And once he was sure he had found one. I do want some one to play with so much!" And out jumped a great turbot with his ugly eyes and mouth all awry. looked at him with his soft sleepy winking eyes. as you will find out some day. . So he dived down. determined. To have come all this way. and got upon it (for he was quite out of breath) and sat there.
and Tom saw him blundering about all day. Then there came in a whole fleet of purple sea-snails. and that is enough for us. and struck a boat-hook into him. We have seen many strange things as we sailed along. I've lost my way. looking out to sea. some of them as long as a boat. and the warm gulf-stream below. and took him away. I want to think. "Whence we come we know not. perhaps we have seen the water-babies. and all went ashore upon the sands. and squeezed in a clothes-press till he was flat. that Tom took courage to speak to them: but all they answered was. the happy stupid things. when Tom asked him again. But of course Tom did not know that. and they sighed so softly as they came by. He asked the bass and the pollock. and whither we are going. Then he began to ask all the strange things which came in out of the sea if they had seen any. They took him up to the town and showed him for a penny a head. certainly. and Tom was glad when a collier brig came by and frightened them all away. hush". and made a good day's work of it. hush. "Hush." And they floated away. and rowed out. They had eaten so many herrings that they were quite stupid. and some said "Yes. Then there came by a shoal of porpoises. because the fairies French-polish them every morning. each on a sponge full of foam. you pretty creatures? and have you seen the water-babies?" And the sea-snails answered. who eat men." and some said nothing at all. the more he tried to think the less he could think. and winked at Tom: but he never could get them to speak. and Tom said. who can tell? We float out our life in the mid-ocean. for that was all they had learnt to say. like a ribbon of pure silver with a sharp head and very long teeth. not greedy tyrants. Yes. when Tom questioned him. I meant to go to the Chesapeake. he could only answer. Then there came in a great lazy sunfish. Don't talk to me." But. and little children—and all quite smooth and shiny. rolling as they went—papas.And Tom sat upon the buoy long days. Dear me! it was all by following that pleasant warm water. And then there came by a beautiful creature. Sometimes it rolled helpless on . But they were very lazy good-natured fellows. And then there came a shoal of basking sharks. he answered in a little squeaky feeble voice: "I'm sure I don't know. like white sharks and blue sharks and ground sharks and hammer-heads. "Where do you come from. "I've lost my way. with the warm sunshine above our heads. and I'm afraid I've got wrong somehow. but it seemed very sick and sad. till the coastguardsmen saw his big fin above the water. long weeks. and he had to hold his nose tight as long as they were there. and Tom was frightened at them. no bigger than Tom's." And. as big as a fat pig cut in half. but to all his big body and big fins he had only a little rabbit's mouth. They came and rubbed their great sides against the buoy. and mammas. and yet they never came. for they did smell most horribly. who hunt the poor old whales. and lay basking in the sun with their back-fins out of water. and wondering when the water-babies would come back. I'm sure I've lost my way. like a good many other people. floating along. and. or saw-fish and threshers and ice-sharks. but they were so greedy after the shrimps that they did not care to answer him a word. and he seemed to have been cut in half too.
snap!—and away he went. and came in for their share of whatever there was for dinner. and all the fanciful men. and so ridiculous. for he had live barnacles on his claws. And always the little barnacles threw out their casting-nets and swept the water. It was not a water-baby." How vexatious! The water-babies close to him. he grew quite lean and thin. and set me free again. And now I am mending every day. and then it lay sick again and motionless. and lay his long horns. if all their wits were boiled into one. alas! but it was a lobster." "Oh!" cried Tom. And at last. and then it dashed away glittering like white fire. with his fretting and crying. and the sandbanks fringed with pines. while he cut up salads with his jagged one. among the shining seaweeds. and twist his eyes back till they almost came out of their sockets. in the low October tides. if he wanted to go into a narrow crack ten yards off. upon the tide. and yet he could not find one. and come out in the night—like the forsaken Merman in Mr. in the world. and then put them into his mouth. "Where do you come from?" asked Tom. like a monkey. could never invent. So I got tangled among the icebergs. which carry his sixth sense in their tips (and nobody knows what that sixth sense is). which is a great mark of distinction in lobsterdom. with all the old German bogy-painters into the bargain. Certainly he took the most wonderful shots. like giant bats." . for he thought him the most curious. "And why are you so sick and sad?" "I come from the warm Carolinas. "And you have seen water-babies? Have you seen any near here?" "Yes. and backwards. ridiculous creature he had ever seen. but he never heard a voice call in return. odd. Arnold's beautiful. too. So he used to turn his tail to it. pop into the hole. after smelling at them. of course he could not have turned round. But the water-babies helped me from among them. But one day among the rocks he found a playfellow. and he was mightily taken with this one. what do you think he did? If he had gone in head foremost. but I am very sick and sad. as much as to say. and there he was not far wrong. and Tom delighted in watching him hold on to the seaweed with his knobbed claw. and perhaps I shall never get home again to play with the owl-rays any more. But Tom was most astonished to see how he fired himself off—snap! like the leap-frogs which you make out of a goose's breast-bone. fire. and peeped out and twiddled his whiskers. for all the ingenious men. as a lobster. upon the treacherous warm gulf-stream. But I wandered north and north. and then made ready. afloat in the mid ocean. and chilled with their frozen breath. or I should have been eaten by a great black porpoise.its side. anything so curious. present. and a very distinguished lobster he was. Tom had never seen a lobster before. He had one claw knobbed and the other jagged. till I met with the cold icebergs. straight down his back to guide him. beautiful poem. and cry and call for the water-babies. and all the scientific men. "You couldn't do that. and used to go along the sands and round the rocks. where the great owl-rays leap and flap. they helped me again last night. and no more to be bought for money than a good conscience or the Victoria Cross. which you must learn by heart some day—and sit upon a point of rock. And then he left the buoy. For.
and chat for hours. and very good justice he did. ready for little boys and girls to give the birds their Christmas dinner of crumbs—it befell (to go on) in the pleasant December days. "Yes. and always will be. as conceited people generally have. and very good sport he had. if you find a fox at three in the afternoon and run him till dark." he said. and take him . indeed. Four days a week he hunted. which forces a man to make interest with the footman for cold beef and beer as soon as he comes in.Tom asked him about waterbabies. and. all stiff and tired. and Tom so lonely. of course. and the other two he went to the bench and the board of guardians. he dined at five. At least. that he could not quarrel with him. my dear little man. for two or three hours before he can get his dinner like a gentleman. your horse does not. when you are your own master. They were meddlesome little creatures. why you must wait for your dinner till you can get it. 113. if you want either to read hard or ride hard. and you will hear how he had to alter his mind before he was done. as she always was. when the wind always blows from the south-west. the old lobster. Well. as better men than you have done. if you go hungry. and then sleep in an arm-chair in his bedroom. I hope that you have not forgotten the little white lady all this while. stick to the good old Cambridge hours of breakfast at eight and dinner at five. But he did not think much of them. and leave off twenty miles from home. And do you be like Sir John. And about this time there happened to Tom a very strange and important adventure—so "Tom had never seen a lobster before. and not very civil to Tom. and they used to sit in holes in the rocks. important. for he hated this absurd new fashion of dining at eight in the hunting season. Only see that. that went about helping fish and shells which got into scrapes. but give him his warm gruel and beer. and. and so spoil his appetite. till Old Father Christmas comes and spreads the great white table-cloth. when he got home in time. looking like a clean white good little darling. by which you may get two days' work out of one. But he was so funny. he should be ashamed to be helped by little soft creatures that had not even a shell on their backs. He had seen them often. He was a conceited fellow. for his part. He had lived quite long enough in the world to take care of himself. that Sir John was so busy hunting that nobody at home could get a word out of him. here she comes. But. and I am sure you would have been sorry for that. For it befell in the pleasant short December days. that he was very near never finding the water-babies at all."—P.
and peck them. as you may see if you look out of the nursery window—that. and. and. being a member of the Acclimatisation Society. and over the very rocks. as I said. He had met Sir John at Scarborough. But nobody ever heard that they starved the Cupids. as the ladies at Pompeii (as you may see by the paintings) used to keep Cupids in cages. in order to put herself and them into condition by mild applications of iodine. and keep them in aquariums. or Fleetwood. and that it was his worm. So nobody must know where My Lady went. and the doctor. he would hop round them. and with her a very wise man indeed—Professor Ptthmllnsprts. and then she would have saved her money. fell asleep every evening. His mother was a Dutchwoman. He was. as I said. and turn them loose round the Cannibal Islands. But where she went to nobody must know. and set up his tail. But he was a very worthy kind good-natured little old gentleman. nobody else does). being no more able to get conversation out of him than a song out of a dead nightingale. and very fond of children (for he was not the least a cannibal himself). and his father a Pole. of both of them in the world. Letting water-babies die is as bad as taking singing birds' eggs. and the soot fell down the chimneys. for fear young ladies should begin to fancy that there are water-babies there! and so hunt and howk after them (besides raising the price of lodgings). and therefore know why): but for all that he was as thorough an Englishman as ever coveted his neighbour's goods. and very good to all the world as long as it was good to him. of making all the children ill instead of well (as hundreds are made). when any one else found a curious worm. hunting all day. millions. and therefore he was born at Curaçao (of course you have learnt your geography. and dining at five. determined to go off and leave him. for. because they had not nasty things enough there to eat what they left. And his name. yet there is not one too many. if not. was Professor Ptthmllnsprts. there walked one day the little white lady. which cock-robins have likewise. where Tom was sitting with his friend the lobster. also. a very great naturalist. Sir John did certainly snore very loud. by taking them to some nasty smelling undrained lodging. as English young ladies do by the poor sea-beasts. and therefore he was brought up at Petropaulowski (of course you have learnt your modern politics. and declare that he found the worm first. or let them die of dirt and neglect. which is a very ancient and noble Polish name. and had made acquaintance with him. and saved the chance. Whereon My Lady. he had come here to collect all the nasty things which he could find on the coast of England. and then it will be too late. besides you see. Now it befell that.gently home. and chief professor of Necrobioneopalæonthydrochthonanthropopithekology in the new university which the king of the Cannibal Islands had founded. just as a cock-robin would. ay. It befell (to go on a second time) that Sir John. Only one fault he had. and bristle up his feathers. and snored so terribly that all the windows in Harthover shook. and then wondering how they caught scarlatina and diphtheria: but people won't be wise enough to understand that till they are dead of bad smells. and therefore know why). and become . or somewhere or other (if you don't care where. remembering that good horses don't grow on the hedge like blackberries. So she started for the seaside with all the children. that then it was not a worm at all. Ellie herself. and Captain Swinger the agent. though there are thousands. on the very shore. She might as well have stayed at home and used Parry's liquid horse-blister. for there was plenty of it in the stables. to snore in concert every evening to their hearts' content.
that it must be true. provided the fishmonger sent him good fish for dinner." But the professor had not the least notion of allowing that things were true. The professor. indeed. the Baltas would be quite right in thinking it a fine thing to eat their grandpapas. and to know it all ill. and say your prayers. No. and My Lady knew as little: but she thought it proper that the children should know something. though you had four hands. For in the stupid old times. always remember that the one true. and I could see them. to discover one in its brain will be a very wrong and dangerous thing. and other little matters of that kind." "Children in the water. as we may suppose they were at the professor. hear. Australia. a paper which assured every one who found himself the better or wiser for the news. and all-important difference between you and an ape is. my dear little man. of a beautiful lady sailing in a car drawn by dolphins. at which every one will be very much shocked. and there is a burning mountain in the picture behind. He had even got up once at the British Association. that you have a hippopotamus major in your brain. which is a great deal pleasanter and easier. nothing will save your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-greater-greatestgrandmother from having been an ape too. It hangs on the great staircase. for he had read at the British Association at Melbourne.very fond of his children. or talk to me. If there were little children now in the water. for. . merely because people thought them beautiful. certain. Now. and at last she said honestly.—Though really. you strange little duck?" said the professor. went further. but in these enlightened new times they are taught to know a little about everything. and babies flying round her. and held that no man was forced to believe anything to be true. it don't much matter. But if a hippopotamus major is ever discovered in one single ape's brain. final. and mermaids too. why it would not be one. but that is a child's fancy. as there used to be. Which was a shocking thing to say. and therefore quite right. and it has none. and dreamt about it a hundred times. in the year 1999. But the professor had gone. and it is so beautiful. that there were not. "Yes. If you have a hippopotamus major in your brain. and make machines. after all. what would become of the faith. if a hippopotamus was discovered in an ape's brain. you must understand. he said. even further than that. but what he could see. and one sitting in her lap. but something else. "I don't care about all these things. because—as Lord Dundreary and others would put it—nobody but men have hippopotamuses in their brains. therefore. and were more apish than the apes of all aperies. and the mermaids swimming and playing. which she could pretend were alive. hope. and cared less. Sir John knew nothing about sea-cockyolybirds. and the mermen trumpeting on conch-shells. and charity of immortal millions? You may think that there are other more important differences between you and an ape. and declared that apes had hippopotamus majors in their brains just as men have. and I have looked at it ever since I was a baby. "I know there used to be children in the water. you know. I saw them all in a picture at home. Nothing is to be depended on but the great hippopotamus test. you are no ape. He held very strange theories about a good many things. because they thought it an ugly thing to put them underground. taste. such as being able to speak. and know right from wrong. children were taught to know one thing. if it were so." said Ellie. I should like that. or handle. So Ellie and he were walking on the rocks. and mermen. and he was showing her about one in ten thousand of all the beautiful and curious things which are to be seen there. She liked much better to play with live children. and that. But little Ellie was not satisfied with them at all. and it is called 'The Triumph of Galatea'. no feet. I am sorry to say. or even with dolls. For at that rate. my dear. because they can't play with me. and to know it well. so.
elves. in a form suited for the youthful mind. satyrs. ghouls. and therefore ought to have known that he couldn't know. kobolds. angels. were nothing at all. lutins. magots. or anyhow. goblins. But. instead of being convinced by Professor Ptthmllnsprts' arguments. marids. trolls. follets. And he groped with his net under the weeds so violently. for. as we have gone over his arguments against water-babies once already. I suppose. "Why. fauns. for. if he was so angry as to say anything of the kind—Because there are not: or are none: or are none of them. when men are men of the world. He felt the net very heavy. forgetting that he was a scientific man. my dear little boy. he caught poor little Tom. too! It must be connected with Synapta.never had been. afrits. "Dear me!" he cried. and a very clever divine was he. "It has actually eyes!" he cried. and probably he was quite right. jinns. that he answered quite sharply. it must be a Cephalopod! This is most extraordinary!" . inui. and to eat his breakfast overnight. imps. But they did not quarrel in the least. that nymphs. I trust and hope it was because the mussel hurt his corn. and lifted it out quickly. nixes. deevs. So he gave her a succinct compendium of his famous paper at the British Association. and probably he was quite right too. and pure bosh and wind. banshees." Which was not even good English. hard words run off them like water off a duck's back. and talked over the state of female labour on the antarctic continent (for nobody talks shop after his claret). she only asked the same question over again." And he took him out. called him a regular Sadducee. Whereon the professor. with Tom all entangled in the meshes. will-o'-the-wisps. with hands. And he had to get up very early in the morning to prove that. or (if he had been reading Aunt Agitate too) because they do not exist. and sat together on the sofa afterwards for an hour. or worse. anywhere. fairies. the professor ought to have said. gnomes. that the professor answered quite sharply: "Because there ain't. for. leprechaunes. What an advantage it is to be men of the world! From all which you may guess that the professor was not the least of little Ellie's opinion. and therefore ought to have known that he could not prove a universal negative—I say. any rational or half-rational beings except men. and could not be. which is once too often. and that he was a logician. a stupid little girl. dwarfs. at least to his own satisfaction. Whereon a certain great divine. So the professor and the divine met at dinner that evening. in return. peris. but he did it. called him a regular Pharisee. Now little Ellie was. we will not repeat them here. wilis. brownies. anywhen. as it befell. and hurt one of his corns sadly. bogies. as you must know from Aunt Agitate's Arguments. "What a large pink Holothurian. that. and each vowed that the other was the best company he ever met in his life. "But why are there not water-babies?" I trust and hope that it was because the professor trod at that moment on the edge of a very sharp mussel. cluricaunes. archangels.
and of course it was. if the professor had said to Ellie. and at last he quite longed to get rid of him. But some people. by never confessing yourself in the wrong to them. for they are forced to call everything by long names now. curious. for of course he would have called him Hydrotecnon Ptthmllnsprtsianum. I was just telling you that there could be no such creatures. and a very wonderful thing it is. in spite of forty years' honest labour. Now. my darling."No. —Cousin Cramchild says it means. "My dear little maid. of which the first would have said a little about Tom. as loud as he could. "It is a water-baby!" cried Ellie. I ain't!" cried Tom. topsy-turvy. it was a very great temptation for him. and try and find out something about this one". than ever she had done before. let us thank the Maker. though he was called a Holothurian and a Cephalopod. and respected him more deeply. So. of course. and yet he half wished he never had caught him. when the professor . It was a water-baby: and he had said a moment ago that there were none. and he turned away sharply. even if you know that you are so. There was no denying it. "Water-fiddlesticks. it is a water-baby. that is. so perhaps they are. after what he had just told her? There was a wise old heathen once. little Ellie would have believed him more firmly." Now Tom had been in the most horrible and unspeakable fright all the while. So he turned away and poked Tom with his finger. that you must show your respect for children. lest they should lose confidence in their elders. But. and having a moral mission. and Inspirer. "The greatest respectfulness is expected from little boys. and said carelessly. because they have used up all the short ones. He longed to keep Tom. and being no scholar to speak of. But he was of a different opinion. not being of that opinion. Of course not. and has done. my dear!" said the professor. if the professor had said that. "Yes. What was he to do? He would have liked. and Lord of Nature for all His wonderful and glorious works. and written a book about him. ever since they took to making nine species out of one. He would have kept him alive. interpret that in a more strange. for it was fixed in his little head that if a man with clothes on caught him. beyond all that man's poor fancy can imagine. He would not have put him in spirits." But he was raised in a country where little boys are not expected to be respectful. or some other long name like that. and hard up for an authority—why. lest they should set them a bad example. who said. and loved him better. and petted him (for he was a very kind old gentleman). behold! here is one come to confound my conceit and show me that Nature can do. and the second all about himself. and. that grown people should never say or do anything wrong before children. But poor Cousin Cramchild. inside-out. "Maxima debetur pueris reverentia"—The greatest reverence is due to children. to do him justice. and had kept as quiet as he could. because all of them are as good as the President:—Well. and it shows how little I know of the wonders of nature. and I am afraid the professor was one of them. your head is so full of them. one-sided. and make a dirty black chimney-sweep of him again. every one knows his own concerns best. you must have dreamt of water-babies last night. for want of anything better to do.—I think that. But—what would all the learned men say to him after his speech at the British Association? And what would Ellie say. He hesitated a moment. for he did not like to be called bad names. he might put clothes on him too. for they make it mean. to have taken Tom home in a bucket. behind-before fashion than even Cousin Cramchild. left-handed. and given him two long names.
126. only now and then she woke up and called out about the water-baby: but no one knew what she meant. and they all went home. and cast his nativity. and glad of an excuse to be rid of Tom. A very terrible old fairy found the professor out. and lay there quite still. and lay quite still. and then on whose side will the laugh be? "The fairies came flying in at the window and brought her such a pretty pair of wings. and nobody heard or saw anything of her for a very long while. as everybody always is. you see the professor was found out. and up through the clouds. and tried to waken her. it was more than he could bear.poked him. For my part. And this is why they say that no one has ever yet seen a water-baby. with her head on a sharp rock. and I heard it speak!" cried Ellie. but they say nothing about them. and fell some six feet. she felt his bumps. and so she knew what he would do as well as if she had seen it in a print book. And. after a week. and over the sea. and thence he dived into the water and was gone in a moment. he turned to bay as valiantly as a mouse in a corner. and so he was found out beforehand. it is gone!" And she jumped down off the rock to try and catch Tom before he slipped into the sea. and cried over her. and called to her. as they say in the dear old west country. But. and the old fairy will find out the naturalists some day. "Ah. for he loved her very much: but she would not waken at all. and she flew with them out of the window. she slipped. So he took her up in his arms and carried her to her governess. . and. Too late! and what was worse. "Oh! ah! yah!" cried he. and the professor did not tell. and throw them overboard again. and little Ellie was put to bed. and he did it. the fairies came flying in at the window and brought her such a pretty pair of wings that she could not help putting them on."—P. for fear of spoiling their theories. I believe that the naturalists get dozens of them when they are out dredging. and over the land. for he was ashamed to tell. between fright and rage. and bit the professor's finger till it bled. The professor picked her up. "But it was a water-baby. and took the lunars of him carefully inside and out. as every one is in due time. as she sprang down. one moonlight night. dropped him on to the seaweed. and put them in the Times.
So all the doctors in the county were called in to make a report on his case. and locked herself into her bedroom. A boa constrictor. no cure. etc. aggravated. as heterodoxy. So she made Sir John write to the Times to command the Chancellor of the Exchequer for the time being to put a tax on long words." quoth she. orcs. to try if he would like them better. for she has to work on the same salary as the Emperor of China's physicians (it is a pity that all do not). presenting the interexclusively quadrilateral and antinomian diathesis known as Bumpsterhausen's blue follicles. griffins. for fear of being squashed by the words and strangled by the sentence. "That his wit's just addled. because there is most chance of curing them. and because he did not choose to believe in a water-baby when he saw it. and these creatures so upset. no pay. and the vales re-echoed—"Why indeed?" But the doctors never heard them. and of course every one of them flatly contradicted the other: else what use is there in being men of science? But at last the majority agreed on a report in the true medical language. spontaneity. spuriosity. which are necessary evils.— A light tax on words over three syllables. and never will. as they are now and then.So the old fairy took him in hand very severely there and then. amphisbænas. basilisks. she filled his head with things as they are not. flustered. confused. and other pleasant creatures. rocs. A heavy tax on words over four syllables. and the sea. astounded. though they know nothing about the matter. So she took the poor professor in hand: and because he was not content with things as they are. phœnixes. may be wi' unbelief and heathenry. she made him believe in worse things than water-babies—in unicorns. was bad company enough: but what was a boa constrictor made of paving stones? "It was quite shocking! What can they think is the matter with him?" said she to the old nurse. horrified. terrified. dog-headed men. and therefore they are the patients who pay her best. a totally prohibitory tax. if they had only learnt to write it. she said. But she says she is always most severe with the best people. manticoras. fire-drakes. three-headed dogs. like rats: but. and the rocks. we proceeded"— But what they proceeded to do My Lady never knew. and perhaps they were right. and the rest what might have been English. And on words over five syllables (of which I hope no one will wish to see any examples). . "Then why can't they say so?" And the heaven. spiritualism. And this is the beginning thereof— "The subanhypaposupernal anastomoses of peritomic diacellurite in the encephalo digital region of the distinguished individual of whose symptomatic phœnomena we had the melancholy honour (subsequently to a preliminary diagnostic inspection) of making an inspectorial diagnosis. one half bad Latin. three-bodied geryons. must be kept down judiciously. and which folks hope never will exist. for she was so frightened at the long words that she ran for her life. like them. which folks think never existed yet. and totally flabbergasted the poor professor that the doctors said that he was out of his wits for three months. the other half worse Greek.
and to work they went in earnest. being a scholar and a man of sense. as most people have since. A ram's brain boiled in spice. Celsus. But they found that a great deal too much trouble. opposed it most strongly. as prescribed by the ancients and moderns. Now the doctors had it all their own way. and the Chancellor. being a philosopher. The Chancellor of the Exchequer." But it didn't. Ambergris. Bumpsterhausen's blue follicles would not stir an inch out of his encephalo digital region. and (I am sorry to say) some of the Scotch likewise. . which (says Gordonius) "will. most of the Irish members. Hellebore of Sicily. to wit— Hellebore of Æta. Oil of wormwood. 2. after the method of the Helleborising Helleborists of the Helleboric era. as below. jumped at the notion. from Hippocrates to Feuchtersleben. without doubt. do much good. Water of Nile. Trying to find out what was the matter with him. Mandrake pillows. Hellebore of Galatia. for he saw in it the one and only plan for abolishing Schedule D: but when he brought in his bill. viz.— 1. words derived from two languages having become so common that there was no more hope of rooting out them than of rooting out peth-winds. comforted himself with the thought that it was not the first time that a woman had hit off a grand idea and the men turned up their stupid noses thereat. Cauteries. The water of a smith's forge. Diamargaritum. So the bill fell through on the first reading. Bezoar stone. Good wine (but there was none to be got). Hellebore. Cœlius Aurelianus. Borage. But that would not do. And Galen. Aretæus. and they gave the poor professor divers and sundry medicines. on the ground that in a free country no man was bound either to understand himself or to let others understand him. Capers. Boring a hole in his head to let out fumes.And a similar prohibitory tax on words derived from three or more languages at once. and so had recourse to— 3. after the method of Hippocrates. And all other Hellebores. Hops.
Aunt Sally.. Bucketings with cold water. on Easthampstead Plain. etc. etc. Strait-waistcoats. or indulged in any other little amiable eccentricity of that kind.— 5. Starvation. and had shot at the Queen. viz. Knockings down. Hares' ears. The Times every morning. Bullyings. and leave to shoot three Wellington College boys a week (not more) in case black game was scarce. A double-barrelled gun and pointers. Salts and senna. Then— 4. Bumpsterhausen's blue follicles stuck there still. Good advice. Coaxing. Gardening. A carriage with outriders. Musical soirées. Camphor. Suffumigations of sulphur. and fell into bad ways. Bleedings. they grew desperate. But as he was neither mad enough nor bad enough to be allowed such luxuries. Musk. Kneeling on his chest till they broke it in. Mild tobacco. Blisterings. killed all his creditors to avoid paying them. The Saturday Review. Red herrings and soda water. Croquet. Champagne and turtle. Herrwiggius his "Incomparable drink for madmen": . And if he had but been a convict lunatic. Opium. Free run of Windsor Forest.Dormouse fat. Bumpings. etc. etc. But that would not do. After the modern method. after the mediæval or monkish method: but that would not do. Kissing. they would have given him in addition— The healthiest situation in England.
Delrio. after the method of Basil Valentine his Triumph of Antimony. Wierus. Pure Bosh. But could not get one that mentioned water-babies. Nideri Formicarium. Suffumigation of the liver of the fish * * * Only they had forgotten its name. for he screamed and cried all day for a water-baby. and Kenelm Digby his Weapon-salve. Madame Rachel's Elixir of Youth. etc. The Poughkeepsie Seer his Prophecies. Holloway's Pills. or using him like "a man and a brother. falling into the North Sea." Apathy. Homœopathy. Sympathy. The distilled liquor of addle eggs. to come and drive away the monsters. Hydropathy. Exorcisms. or pouring mercury down his throat to move the animal spirits. Metallic tractors. and Foodle tried. to judge by the Great Exhibition.Only they could not find out what it was. Morison's Pills. and came home much the wiser. were picked up by a Yarmouth herring-boat. so Dr. Gray could not well procure them a specimen. Spirit-rapping. But nothing would do. or going up to the moon to look for his lost wits. having no hippogriff. which some call a hair of the dog that bit him. Atmopathy. and of course they did not try to find one. Meteoropathy. for which they read Maleus Maleficarum. and. Antipathy. Mesmerism. Geopathy. Holloway's Ointment. Valentine Greatrakes his Stroking Cure. Table-turning. Parr's Life Pills. and now by the Persian Mollahs to cure that of rheumatism. or doing nothing at all. With all other ipathies and opathies which Noodle has invented. As successfully employed by the old inquisitors to cure the malady of thought. as Ruggiero did for Orlando Furioso's: only. since black-fellows chipped flints at Abbéville—which is a considerable time ago. or steaming him. Hermopathy. Pyropathy. or burying him. they were forced to use a balloon. Electro-biology. because they did not . and all over scales.
"Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace. in which he proved that the moon was made of green cheese. and therefore.D.E. and so wet that the man in the moon went about on Midsummer-day in Macintoshes and Cording's boots. that. and if they do not have hooping-cough. spearing eels and sneezing). exactly contrary to all his old opinions. at least on the other side. such as fish like to rise in. and never mentioned what he found out from them." WORDSWORTH. even though one has to pay a heavy price for the blessing. and cleared to a fine coffee colour. therefore. I say. and found that the moon was just the shape of a Bath bun. which is a very good thing to become. if you will only keep the lens dirty enough. for this one reason: that.—Q. which are the true causes of Bumpsterhausen's blue follicles. So they were forced at last to let the poor professor ease his mind by writing a great book. perhaps. and. and became ever after a sadder and a wiser man. and anatomised them carefully.5° below zero of Fahrenheit: and. there being no atmosphere round the moon (though some one or other says there is. it is: but you will have heard worse ones in your time. he felt considerably relieved from Bumpsterhausen's blue follicles. And the most ancient heavens. and. Which must be a mistake. and so. that. therefore. and that all the mites in it (which you may see sometimes quite plain through a telescope. to wit. Weekes kept his voltaic battery) are nothing in the world but little babies. set the cart before the horse. they can never catch the hooping-cough. till very fine clean fresh-run fish did begin to rise in his brains. Whereon the foul flood-water in his brains ran down. who are hatching and swarming up there in millions. . as usual. they cannot be babies at all. the dew-point can never fall below 71. there can be no evaporation. therefore. Ode to Duty. Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads. and of a good many other ugly things besides. there being no atmosphere. having. Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong. when the good old doctor got his book written. and he caught two or three of them (which is exceedingly fine sport. as Mr. except to little children. for brain rivers). are fresh and strong. and that he has been round at the back of it to see. and taken the effect for the cause. therefore. from pride and vain-glory. my dear little boy. Which may seem a roundabout reason. and from better men than you are. and a few things infinitely worse.believe in them. ready to come down into this world whenever children want a new little brother or sister. there are no babies in the moon. and were thinking of nothing but Bumpsterhausen's blue follicles. But one thing is certain. it cannot be cold enough there about four o'clock in the morning to condense the babies' mesenteric apophthegms into their left ventricles. through Thee. and from blindness and hardness of heart.
the clumsy lobster pulled him in head foremost. and a little dog like Vick knows that Lioness is a dog too. for the use of the great fairy. downwards. That is not surprising: size has nothing to do with kindred. "I have jumped upwards. He was going along the rocks in three-fathom water. but he was forced to confess. and so it did. have you been naughty. though she was a hundred times as big as he. though she is twenty times larger than herself. Mrs. sat his friend the lobster. "Where did you get in?" "Through that round hole at the top. So Tom knew that Ellie was a little girl. as was to be expected. but he was too much depressed in spirits to argue. and then you won't stick in the spikes. Like a great many fox-hunters. Tom reached and clawed down the hole after him. And here is the account of what happened to him. so to speak. as you will hear very soon. and inside it. and thought about her all that day." "Then why don't you get out through it?" "Because I can't": and the lobster twiddled his horns more fiercely than ever. watching the pollock catch prawns. and I can't get out: I always get up underneath there. and have they put you in the lock-up?" asked Tom. but he knew that she was a little girl. when he saw a round cage of green withes. and so the lobster." Tom looked at the trap. but as soon as they get out of it they lose their heads." said Tom. as you may if you will look at a lobster-pot." He had thought it looked and smelt very nice when he was outside. at least four thousand times." "Why did you get in?" "After that nasty piece of dead fish. and longed to have had her to play with. so he only said. lost his tail. and the wrasses nibble barnacles off the rocks. shells and all. He did not remember who she was. . as it was published next morning in the Waterproof Gazette. But he could not help thinking of little Ellie. "Stop a bit. on the finest watered paper. as I said before. he saw plainly enough what was the matter. "Turn your tail up to me. who reads the news very carefully every morning. and sideways. and then. The lobster felt a little indignant at such a notion. till he caught hold of him. and I'll pull you through hindforemost. but he had very soon to think of something else. for a lobster: but now he turned round and abused it because he was angry with himself. A tiny weed may be first cousin to a great tree.CHAPTER V BUT what became of little Tom? He slipped away off the rocks into the water. and having more wit than the lobster." But the lobster was so stupid and clumsy that he couldn't hit the hole. he was very sharp as long as he was in his own country. looking very much ashamed of himself. backwards. Bedonebyasyoudid. and especially the police cases. "I can't get out. "What. twiddling his horns. instead of thumbs. and can't find the hole.
He was right glad when he got out: but he would not desert his friend who had saved him. "don't you see she is dead?" And so she was. and yet remain little better than children after all. "Come along. that he snapped out of his hand. But the lobster would not let go. And that was the end of the wicked otter. and pulled with all his might. and safe out of the hole. Lobster caught her by the nose and held on. all eyes and teeth. and very tight packing it was. Tom saw the fisherman haul him up to the boat-side. Tom asked the lobster why he never thought of letting go. so he just shook his claw off as the easier method. or a lobster. and the otter tore at the lobster. He said very determinedly that it was a point of honour among lobsters. "Now take your great claws. And the lobster tore at the otter. experience is of very little good unless a man. he gave such a furious and tremendous snap. But the lobster would not let go. Tom was horribly frightened. and the first time he saw his tail uppermost he caught hold of it. Lobster saw the fisherman. and squeezed herself right down through it. But the lobster would not let go. but you must know the lobster was an Irish lobster. But when Mr." said Tom. and break the points off those spikes. and then we shall both get out easily. But they had not got half the spikes away when they saw a great dark cloud over them: and lo. For a good many people."Hullo! here is a pretty business. and out of the pot. for it never came into his stupid head to let go after all. of course. as the Mayor of Plymouth found out once to his cost—eight or nine hundred years ago. rolling over and over. "or the fisherman will catch you!" And that was true. I have you now! I will serve you out for telling the salmon where I was!" And she crawled all over the pot to get in. and both squeezed and thumped poor Tom till he had no breath left in his body. And so it is. for Tom felt some one above beginning to haul up the pot. "and after all the experience of life that I have had!" You see. have seen all the world." said Tom. that. I never thought of that. you stupid old stick-in-the-mud. and thought it was all up with him." "Dear me. But no sooner was her head inside than valiant Mr. and behold." said the lobster. "Come along. and I don't know what would have happened to him if he had not at last got on the otter's back. And there they were all three in the pot. It was something of a bull. How she did grin and grin when she saw Tom. and was hatched off Island Magee at the mouth of Belfast Lough. and still more frightened when she found the hole in the top. it was the otter. like old Polonius. has wit enough to make use of it. But he left his knobbed claw behind him." cried Tom. for if it had . "you little meddlesome wretch. "Yar!" said she. and safe into the sea. quite drowned and dead.
But all that the mayor meant was that he would go and have an afternoon's fun. Lobster was at home. as too many do when they think they have no life left to mend. and held on. For one day he was so tired with sitting on a hard chair. Then he pulled again. when it was over. and the Maltese on the Nix Mangiare stairs. Then he began to turn a little pale. Then he tried to get his hook in with his other hand. and then had his luncheon. and promised to mend his life. But the old fairy with the birch rod soon undeceives them. Then he turned quite blue. "No one allowed to cut capers here but me. with a gold chain round his neck. but he wanted two things to do it with—courage and a knife. and who stuck upon one of the bastions a notice. and still the lobster held on. for the tide flowed. Whereby. and Mr. so early in the morning?" and answering them each exactly alike: "Put him in the round house till he gets sober. and still the lobster held on. in a grand furred gown. but he could not stand the pain. and played leap-frog with the town-clerk till he burst his buttons. and burst some more buttons. Then he turned quite white. he jumped up. and caught him by the finger. the more the lobster pinched. It was the commandant of artillery at Valetta who used to amuse himself with cutting them. like any schoolboy." Now he did not mean to cut such capers as you eat with boiled mutton. And when he came to a certain crack in the rocks he was so excited that. all the sand which he had put in the sugar. and catch lobsters with an iron hook. and still the lobster held on. and still the lobster held on. they make a very cheap bargain. and the salt in the tobacco (because his brother was a brewer. I shall go out this afternoon and cut my capers. but the hole was too narrow. Then he thought over all the naughty things he ever had done. he repented fully of all the said naughty things which he had done. "What shall we do with the drunken sailor. so early in the morning"— That. hearing one policeman after another come in and sing. for the tide was up to his knees. Then." which greatly edified the midshipmen in port. he put in his hand. and then said: "It is a low spring-tide. Then he thought of cutting off his finger. as they fancy. and the sloe-leaves in the tea. and he had got neither. and for lobsters he looked. till he was forced to be quiet. for the tide was up to his waist.happened lately it would be personal to mention it. Then he shouted and bawled for help: but there was no one nearer him than the men-of-war inside the breakwater. instead of putting in his hook. and the water in the treacle. for the tide was up to his breast. Then he turned quite yellow. I have no doubt. So to the Mewstone he went. . "Yah!" said the mayor. and pulled as hard as he dared: but the more he pulled. and a man must help his own kin).
because it is a fairy tale. and another that it was a cocoa-nut. which has two advantages—first. And then came a man-of-war's boat round the Mewstone.And then he grew all colours at once. There are hundreds of us about the rocks. And now happened to Tom a most wonderful thing. How was it you did not see us. and second. and then cried. "Oh. for the water was up to his chin. and Tom ran to it. how delightful!" And it ran to Tom. indeed. that of being quite true. sitting on the white sand. and they hugged and kissed each other for ever so long. for he had not left the lobster five minutes before he came upon a water-baby. and bade pull up to it as fast as they could. You are a new baby! Oh. 146. and I have been so lonely. "Why. and turned up his eyes like a duck in thunder. and another that it was a black diver. where have you been all this while? I have been looking for you so long. and put him ashore at the Barbican. and we will hope he put no more salt in the tobacco. they did not know why. and saw his head sticking up out of the water." "We have been here for days and days. But they did not want any introductions there under the "A real live water-baby sitting on the white sand. water. which would not have been pleasant for the mayor: but just then such a yell came out of a great hole in the middle of it that the midshipman in charge guessed what it was. or hear us when we sing and romp every evening before we go home?" . and still the lobster held on. And that is the story of the Mayor of Plymouth. So somehow or other the Jack-tars got the lobster out. A real live water-baby. that of having (as folks say all good stories ought to have) no moral whatsoever: no more. and another that it was a buoy loose. has any part of this book. and set the mayor free. He never went lobster-catching again. And when it saw Tom it looked up for a moment. you are not one of us. not even to sell his brother's beer. you know. and wanted to fire at it. very busy about a little point of rock. One said it was a keg of brandy. At last Tom said."—P.
And. and planted it." they cried all at once. this is wonderful! I have seen things just like you again and again. because his eyes and ears were not opened. and put all the rock-pools in order. where the water-babies can plant live cockles and whelks and razor-shells and sea-cucumbers and golden-combs. and then think for yourself. that you will. and it is time to go home. I never took you for water-babies like myself. some bigger than Tom and some smaller. but leave the sea-anemones and the crabs to clear away everything. They would learn. no doubt. and comb them down. We have mended all the broken seaweed. or the tide will leave us dry. and capital fun they had till the tide began to turn. and put them all to rights again. and when they found that he was a new baby. or sea-creatures. "Now then.Tom looked at the baby again. and let sewers run into the sea instead of putting the stuff upon the fields like thrifty reasonable souls. till the good tidy sea has covered up all the dirt in soft mud and clean sand. And in they came. is the reason why there are no water-babies at any watering-place which I have ever seen. and I will make it the prettiest little rock-garden on all the shore. And now I must plant it again with seaweeds. or in any way make a mess upon the clean shore—there the water-babies will not come." And this is the reason why the rock-pools are always so neat and clean. or throw herrings' heads and dead dog-fish." "What shall I help you at?" "At this poor dear little rock. we must come away home. where the masters learn the lessons and the boys hear them—which saves a great deal of trouble—for the time being. and the noise they made was just like the noise of the ripple. and anemones." Now. I suppose. want to know how it happened. It is not good for little boys to be told everything. and then put him in the middle and danced round him on the sand. then. and then he said: "Well. "we must come away home. if you will read this story nine times over. Dulcimer's famous suburban establishment for the idler members of the youthful aristocracy. dozens and dozens of them. and there was no one ever so happy as poor little Tom. . and nobody will see where the ugly storm swept in last week. sometimes not for hundreds of years (for they cannot abide anything smelly or foul). but I thought you were shells. "come and help me. no more than they do at Dr. laughing and singing and shouting and romping. into the water. "Now. and planted all the shells again in the sand. or any other refuse. And then Tom heard all the other babies coming. and knocked all its head off. and never to be forced to use their own wits. because the water-babies come inshore after every storm to sweep them out. And that. they hugged him and kissed him." So they worked away at the rock. after man's dirt is cleared away. and rubbed off all its flowers. only he did not know them. a great clumsy boulder came rolling by in the last storm. and smoothed the sand down round it. was not that very odd? So odd. Only where men are wasteful and dirty." said the baby. indeed. and coralline. or I shall not have finished before my brothers and sisters come. So he knew that he had been hearing and seeing the water-babies all along. you will find out why. and make a pretty live garden again. all in the neatest little white bathing dresses. and why Tom could never find a water-baby till after he had got the lobster out of the pot.
But whether men can see it or not. and Cornish moneywort. and there they sleep unto this day. Brandan. And at last he and the five hermits fell fast asleep under the cedar-shades. and steal each other's cattle. But the people who would not hear him were changed into gorillas. But the fairies took to the water-babies. and pillars of green and crimson serpentine. he saw a blue fairy sea. all fairy tokens left for wise men and good children from off St. Brandan and the hermits came to that fairy isle they found it overgrown with cedars and full of beautiful birds. and the little pink butterwort of Devon. and gorillas they are until this day. But. and the Connemara heath. to keep the place clean and sweet. St. but liked better to brew potheen. for they would not learn to be peaceable Christians at all. like Staffa." Then he and his friends got into a hooker. and sailed away and away to the westward. all curtained and draped with seaweeds. Brandan got quite a neat little Sunday-school. and the fishes told the waterbabies. and shoot each other from behind turf-dykes. a great land out in the ocean. But. and then he might have tumbled down. and strewn with soft white sand. and the delicate Venus's hair. and he said. on still clear summer evenings. and locks and friths of azure sky. and sighed—"Ah that I had wings as a dove!" And far away. and he sat down under the cedars and preached to all the birds in the air. and St. and burn each other's homes. who live in the caves under the isle. when the sun sinks down into the sea. on which the water-babies sleep every night. and were never heard of more. and the bristle-fern of the Turk waterfall. wild Kerry coast. Now when Tom got there. Brandan's Isle once actually stood there. and of the wars they fought in the old times. before the setting sun. how he preached to the wild Irish on the wild. and knock each other over the head with shillelaghs. the crabs picked up all the scraps off the floor and . and looked over the tide-way roaring round the Blasquets. and the great blue butterwort of Ireland. Brandan will awake and begin to teach the babies once more: but some think that he will sleep on. Brandan's Isle. Brandan and his friends were weary of them. till St. Brandan preached to them. till his eyes grew too dim to see. Brandan's fairy isle. till they were weary and longed to rest? For the wild Irish would not listen to them. And when St. and there were blue grottoes like Capri. And from off that island came strange flowers. Brandan's fairy isle. St. and many a strange plant more. at the end of all the world. And some say that St. or come to confession and to mass. and they came up by hundreds every Sunday. "Those are the islands of the blest. which has sunk and sunk beneath the waves. Did you never hear of the blessed St. And they liked his sermons so well that they told the fishes in the sea.And where is the home of the water-babies? In St. he found that the isle stood all on pillars. purple and crimson. and told strange tales of the wise men who lived therein. till the coming of the Cocqcigrues. and golden fairy islands. away to westward. the sailors fancy that they see. So St. There were pillars of black basalt. and St. which linger still about this land:—the Cornish heath. Old Plato called it Atlantis. among golden cloud-capes and cloud-islands. and taught them their lessons themselves. and that its roots were full of caves. and white grottoes like Adelsberg. like Kynance. and they came. and dance the pater o'pee. and the London-pride which covers the Kerry mountains. for better for worse. and pillars ribboned with red and white and yellow sandstone. and away into the ocean. he and five other hermits. like Livermead. and his beard grew so long that he dared not walk for fear of treading on it. green and brown. Brandan went out to the point of Old Dunmore. And there he taught the waterbabies for a great many hundred years.
I can only say that it is true. as mad as a March hare. out they rushed upon it. till they look like vast flower-beds of gay blossoms. Halberts."—P. and corals and madrepores. . No. and purple velvet. there were thousands and thousands of water-snakes. and kept it nice and pure. Pickaxes. as poor chimney-sweeps and dustmen are. and have dressed them all in the most beautiful colours and patterns. the fairies are more considerate and just than that. and that an old gentleman named Fourier used to say that we ought to do the same by chimney-sweeps and dustmen. They were dressed in green velvet. "Tom found that the isle stood all on pillars. But if any nasty thing came by. Eunice and Polynoe. Rapiers. and were all jointed in rings. unfortunately for him and the world. Fishhooks. Poleaxes. and honour them instead of despising them. so that they brought up their families very cheaply. so that they must have been uncommonly shrewd detectives. who scavenged the water all day long. Billhooks. and her car of cameo shell. They were all named after the Nereids. If you think I am talking nonsense. Forks. and when it was able to take care of itself it dropped off. Bradawls. they just grew one at the end of their own tails. Javelins. 151. while the rocks were covered with ten thousand sea-anemones. and all the rest of the pretty darlings who swim round their Queen Amphitrite. and black velvet. Sabres. and when they wanted a baby-snake. Phyllodoce and Psamathe. and he was a very clever old gentleman: but. But. Lances. Gisarines. instead of watchmen and policemen to keep out nasty things at night. the sea-fairies who took care of them. And. to make up to them for having to do such nasty work. and most wonderful creatures they were. and then out of each of their hundreds of feet there sprang a whole cutler's shop of Scythes. and some of them had three hundred brains apiece. and some had eyes in every joint. they were not left black and dirty. so that they kept a very sharp look-out. and that its roots were full of caves. and some had eyes in their tails.ate them like so many monkeys. Penknives.
for they would stand no nonsense. all the little children in alleys and courts. So he tickled the madrepores. "Take care what you are at. Tucks. Corkscrews. and said. And she had on a black bonnet. and we call them the Holy Innocents. poked. and tumble-down cottages. Bedonebyasyoudid is coming. for he did not admire the look of the birch-rod under her arm. made out of sea-cows' cream. and all the little children who have been killed by cruel masters and wicked soldiers. and frightened the crabs. sea-apples. true. being quite riotous with high spirits and good luck. if you don't quite believe me. till. could count. and to the very best of all she gave sea-ices. Instead of that. Indeed. pinked. Pins. and then began giving them all sorts of nice sea-things—sea-cakes. and measles. and seemed very much pleased with them. because their cruel mothers and fathers will not. he would meddle with the creatures.—All the little children whom the good fairies take to. Ghoorka swords. And so forth. And there were the water-babies in thousands.Yataghans. And she looked at the children one by one. hooked so much that the bridge of it stood quite up above her eyebrows. to make them fancy that their dinner was coming. she was so ugly that Tom was tempted to make faces at her: but did not. Mrs. The other children warned him. Needles. or given gin when they are young. of course. and cholera. But I wish Tom had given up all his naughty tricks. And. and scarlatina. then just think—What is more cheap and plentiful than sea-rock? Then why should there not be sea-toffee as well? And every one can find . and smoothed down their bathing dresses. scratched. if that is not all. for they were taken straight to heaven long ago. sea-toffee. to make them shut up. more than Tom. all but the water-snakes. ripped. and left off tormenting dumb animals now that he had plenty of playfellows to amuse him. who die by fever. and a pair of large green spectacles. shot. as everybody knows. Mrs. and a black shawl. which stabbed. or else be chopped into small pieces and be eaten afterwards. pricked. and put their hands behind them. and all who come to grief by ill-usage or ignorance or neglect. A very tremendous lady she was. very upright indeed." But Tom never heeded them. and under her arm she carried a great birch-rod. which never melt under water. sea-oranges. and put stones into the anemones' mouths. to make them hide in the sand and peep out at him with the tips of their eyes. Gimblets. and all is over with the Linnæan Society. and nasty complaints which no one has any business to have. one Friday morning early. and which no one will have some day. the babes of Bethlehem who were killed by wicked King Herod. or are let to drink out of hot kettles. and a great hooked nose. and when the children saw her they all stood in a row. then there is no faith in microscopes. sea-bullseyes. all the little children who are overlaid. I am sorry to say. all who are untaught and brought up heathens. they were all there. and crimped those naughty beasts so terribly that they had to run for their lives. and no crinoline at all. every word. though she never asked them one question about how they were behaving. or to fall into the fire. or you either. except. Creeses. just as if they were going to be examined by the inspector. when folks have common sense. Bedonebyasyoudid came indeed. And.
" thought Tom. Now little Tom watched all these sweet things given away. and . For he thought." "Was it long ago since they wound you up?" asked Tom. every one tells me exactly what they have done wrong. very sorry for them. just like an engine. and. People continually say that to me: but I tell them. you are a little hard on a poor lad. "as if you did know. and be a good boy. not as much. that is no reason that it should not burn you. "And so. If I tried not to do it. potentate who is seemingly desirous of inheriting the blessing pronounced on those who remove their neighbours' land-mark." "Dear me. you will find the fish-market full of sea-fruit. though not as much. I should do it all the same.sea-lemons (ready quartered too) if they will look for them at low tide. and popped it into his mouth. I am often very. "And you are a very cruel boy. For he hoped that his turn would come at last. For the lady called him up. "she knows everything!" And so she did. because there are so many nice things in the sea there: at least. "Not at all." said Tom. the cunning little fellow." "Well. hanging in bunches. lo and behold. and held out her fingers with something in them. it ought to be. and am full of wheels and springs inside. "You are a very cruel woman. and his eyes grew as round as an owl's. and if you don't know that dirt breeds fever. and so it did. that is no reason why you should not be punished for them. my little man" (and the lady looked very kindly." said Tom. it was a nasty cold hard pebble. I cannot help punishing people when they do wrong." "Who told you that?" said Tom. "You did yourself. perhaps. and began to whimper. this very minute. who puts pebbles into the sea-anemones' mouths. so I must do to you. but it caught him all the same. and I will put no more pebbles in your mouth. as old Grimes used to forget to wind up his watch when he came in from the public-house. and make them fancy that they had caught a good dinner! As you did to them." "I did not know there was any harm in it. and. and therefore most immaculate. which they call "frutta di mare": though I suppose they call them "fruits de mer" now. so he was very much taken aback indeed. For I work by machinery." Tom had never opened his lips. "Then you know now. if you do not know that things are wrong. so that I cannot help going. The lobster did not know that there was any harm in getting into the lobster-pot. indeed. if you will go to Nice. to take them in. if it is not. I like it no more than they do. and that without knowing it themselves. if you put none in other creatures'. if you don't know that fire burns. "She will run down some day: or they may forget to wind her up. I am the best friend you ever had in all your life. out of compliment to that most successful. Now go. poor things: but I cannot help it. and sea-grapes too sometimes. till his mouth watered. that is the very reason why the place is called Nice." said he. that is no reason why the fevers should not kill you. But I will tell you. after all). "Yes. And. So there is no use trying to hide anything from me. and am wound up very carefully.
"you must have been made a long time!" "I never was made. and she set them all in a row. And first she pulled all their teeth out. and frightened their friend the butter-fish into flapping hysterics: but he would not move for them. all but a few army surgeons. and her name is Mrs. and very rueful they looked." And at that Tom was frightened. Now. You thought me very ugly just now. and then she crammed their poor feet into the most dreadfully tight boots. and then she gave them a great emetic of mustard and water. and brimstone and treacle. and yet are lovely to behold. and their hands and feet swelled. far off." "Dear me. and I shall go for ever and ever." said Tom. patient. and made them all dance. who still fancy that a baby's inside is much like a Scotch grenadier's). Tom. and that was the way she spent the morning. she looked so pleasant for the moment. for she was like a great many people who have not a pretty feature in their faces. did you not?" Tom hung down his head. which made the two crabs who lived there very angry. and salts and senna. that I forget all about it. and jalap. who pinch up their children's waists and toes. so that they were choked and sick. "Now. for they knew what was coming. before he goes to school. and yet as young as Time. And then I shall grow as handsome as my sister. and he may stay and see what I am going to do.then I shall be safe. and draw little children's hearts to them at once. And no more she did. So she begins where I end. and their noses grew red. and I shall be. and no basons. and as she did so. because though the house is plain enough. and I begin where she ends. and when they said not at all. "And I am very ugly. so long ago. for I am as old as Eternity. for the young ones have learnt better. who is the loveliest fairy in the world. at something far. there came such a quiet. and she laced them all up in tight stays. very sweet. and then she bled them all round: and then she dosed them with calomel. till people behave themselves as they ought to do." "I was wound up once and for all. and yet very. and crept under a stone. except Tom." And there came over the lady's face a very curious expression—very solemn. every Friday I come down here and call up all who have ill-used little children and serve them as they served the children. hopeful smile over her face that Tom thought for the moment that she did not look ugly at all. And first she called up all the doctors who give little children so much physic (they were most of them old ones. tender. and began all over again. which they did most clumsily indeed. as if she were gazing through the sea. And Tom smiled in her face. and through the sky. fancying it . And she looked up and away. Doasyouwouldbedoneby. and horrible faces they made. yet from the windows a beautiful and good spirit is looking forth. and those who will not listen to her must listen to me. all of you run away. as you will see. And the strange fairy smiled too. It will be a very good warning for him to begin with. and then she asked them how they liked it. and very sad. she let them go: because they had only done it out of foolish fashion. I am the ugliest fairy in the world. my child. and said: "Yes. and got very red about the ears. And then she called up a whole troop of foolish ladies.
It is the old lady wheeling the maids about in perambulators. More than half of them were nasty. as you may see in the picture of old Pope Gregory (good man and true though he was. whenever she looked at him. and that is one reason of the bubbles in the sea. and stuck pins into them all over. and stood upon their honour. and were this and that bad sort of people. they took into their heads (as some folks do still) that they were the only people in the world who knew how to manage children: and they first brought into England. that their breaths came all up through the sea like bubbles out of soda-water. she will have to wait a very long time. as if wasps' waists and pigs' toes could be pretty. and would have had sun-strokes: but. and called up all the cruel schoolmasters —whole regiments and brigades of them. And after luncheon she set to work again. amused themselves with beating little children instead. are nearly as bad. being under the water. and given them many a taste of their own rods. Poor old Mrs. ma'am. or of any use to anybody. Bedonebyasyoudid has caught them all long ago. And at that they all cried and howled so. may I ask you a question?" . people cannot always choose their own profession. And mind—when you hear a rumbling at the bottom of the sea. And she boxed their ears. and declared they told the truth. There are others: but that is the one which principally concerns little boys. indeed. teaching children to sing their fa-fa-mi-fa with a cat-o'-nine-tails under his chair: but. and at last he said: "Pray. and when she saw them. and stood over a tub all day: but. till they were quite sick and stupid. Then she called up all the careless nursery-maids. and now and then there was a funny smile in her face. who. for if she has to wait to grow handsome till people do as they would be done by. and at last she birched them all round soundly with her great birch-rod and set them each an imposition of three hundred thousand lines of Hebrew to learn by heart before she came back next Friday. and had better have been born a washerwoman. because they never had any children of their own.was for their children's good. Bedonebyasyoudid! she has a great deal of hard work before her. she had done a very good day's work. you see. they could only have water-strokes. which. But Tom longed to ask her one question. and much good may it do them. And by that time she was so tired that she was glad to stop. as you will find if you try to sit under a mill-wheel. and girls too. and wheeled them about in perambulators with tight straps across their stomachs and their heads and arms hanging over the side. when he meddled with things which he did understand). and thumped them over the head with rulers. grubby. and told them that they told stories. dirty. or wholesome. and pandied their hands with canes. smelly old monks. because they dare not hit a man of their own size. frowzy. the more she declared they were not. I assure you. in the old Anglo-Saxon times. and after all. And by that time she was so tired. and the more they were very indignant. and. as if the best part of the day's work was to come. sailors will tell you that it is a ground-swell: but now you know better. worse than you would treat a dog or a horse: but Mrs. she frowned most terribly. poor old soul. the fashion of treating free boys. she did not look cross at all. Tom did not quite dislike the old lady: but he could not help thinking her a little spiteful—and no wonder if she was. she had to go to luncheon. and she chuckled to herself in a way which gave Tom courage. and that they were only telling lies. and set to work in earnest.
or want to see. considering that he used sometimes to give him the leavings of the beer: but he determined to be a very good boy all Saturday." Then the old lady looked so very stern that Tom was quite frightened. and all the master sweeps. merriest face they ever saw. While those who could get nowhere else sat down on the sand. And therefore when the children saw her. kindest. for she had plenty of her own. as tall as her sister: but instead of being gnarly and horny. and she understood babies thoroughly. in which she showed herself a woman of sense. like my master Grimes? I saw him fall into the water long ago. funniest. Whereat all the little children began dancing and clapping their hands. though he was a little sorry for him. fat. I'm sure he was bad enough to me. to play with babies. and learn to use their common sense like reasonable beings. and scaly. all they can think of is. and they are in a very different place from this. and has to this day. MRS. and teach you how to behave. my sister has set good people to stop all that sort of thing. in the world. tenderest. when my sister. so I surely expected he would have been here. she was the most nice. perhaps she will take notice of you." And so she went. nor put stones into the sea anemones' mouths. whenever she had a spare moment. or of her eyes: no more could Tom. which they did not. but there was something in her voice which made Tom tingle from head to foot. and do as you would be done by. like her. for he could not understand what it was all about. She understands that better than I do. "I look after them all the week round. and clung round her neck. But she was not angry with him. and climbed into her lap. DOASYOUWOULDBEDONEBY came too." "Why don't you bring all the bad masters here and serve them out too? The butties that knock about the poor collier-boys. who are afraid of the water-babies pinching their horny toes. pussy." she went on. at least. cuddly. and therefore I only punish them till they become patient. and Tom danced too with all his might. as they ought to have done. when any one looks at her. and the nailers that file off their lads' noses and hammer their fingers. and he was. And all her delight was. as if he had got into a shoal of sea-nettles. delicious creature who ever nursed a baby. smooth. And Tom stood staring at them." She spoke very quietly. comes on Sunday. Tom was very glad to hear that there was no chance of meeting Grimes again. and nailer lads. and then they all put their thumbs into their mouths. and pulled her till she sat down on a stone. wear shoes in the water. because they knew that they were doing wrong. to make them fancy they had got a dinner. And now do you be a good boy. for if she could only stop the cruel masters from ill-using poor children. nor tickled any live corals. "But these people. And as for the pretty lady. sure enough. But Tom saw that she was a very tall woman. soft. except horrid old bathing-women. and very much obliged to her I am. my little dear. and then. they naturally all caught hold of her. for. . and began cuddling and purring like so many kittens. so all the wise people in the world think. "did not know that they were doing wrong: they were only stupid and impatient. whole rows and regiments of them."Certainly. that she has the sweetest. and collier-boys. MADAME DOASYOUWOULDBEDONEBY. and caught hold of her hands. for he never frightened one crab. I cannot tell you what the colour of her hair was. and prickly. and cuddled her feet—for no one. and the pleasantest playfellows. But as for chimney-sweeps. you know. and sorry that he had been so bold. and when Sunday morning came. She only answered. I should grow handsome at least a thousand years sooner. for babies are the best company.
dears. tenderly and low. But I never could find where she lay. and thirteen hundred under the other—and threw them away. for she never told them anything sad. "you have not sung us one song. and never grew tired of listening. and talked to him. and yet never ends at all for ever and ever."And who are you. so get out." said little Tom. the lady was nursing him still. you little darling?" she said. this moment. I found my poor little doll. . Her cheeks were so red and so white." "Don't go away. As I played in the heath one day: Folks say she is terribly changed. all of you. And I cried for her more than a week. but not sadly at all. for old sakes' sake she is still. but came paddling and wriggling back to her like so many tadpoles. and Tom looked up into her eyes. which begins every Christmas Eve. And he listened so long that he fell fast asleep again. And her hair not the least bit curled: Yet. and kissed him. "This is so nice. "Then I will be his mother. The prettiest doll in the world. "Oh. for they did not wish to lose any time. and. "and he never had any mother. right and left. the children took their thumbs out of their mouths and listened quite seriously. So the strange fairy sang:— I once had a sweet little doll. and loved. dears. dears. into the water. And what story did she tell them? One story she told them. So what shall it be?" "The doll you lost! The doll you lost!" cried all the babies at once. dears. "Don't go away. I have time for only one." And she took up two great armfuls of babies—nine hundred under one arm. dears. And when he woke she was telling the children a story. and laid him in the softest place of all. till he fell fast asleep from pure love. and did nor even take their thumbs out of their mouths. As I played in the heath one day. And her hair was so charmingly curled." said all the children. and he shall have the very best place. I never had any one to cuddle me before. and Tom listened too. But they minded it no more than the naughty boys in Struwwelpeter minded when St. pulling their thumbs out of their mouths. But I lost my poor little doll. But she took Tom in her arms. And her arm trodden off by the cows. dears. and patted him. as she went on. and loved her. For her paint is all washed away." "Well. till you could see nothing of her from head to foot for the swarm of little babies. when he woke. Nicholas dipped them in his inkstand. and." and they all put their thumbs back again. that is the new baby!" they all cried. dears. dears. such things as he had never heard before in his life.
" . "will you be a good boy for my sake. I should like to take you with me and cuddle you all the way. "Now. but you see they have not the advantage of Aunt Agitate's Arguments in the sea-land down below. and torment no more sea-beasts till I come back?" "And you will cuddle me again?" said poor little Tom. how good little boys ought to be who have kind pussy mammas to cuddle them and tell them stories. were a child over a broken toy and a child stealing sweets. and bringing tears into their mammas' pretty eyes! "Thou little child. they called him sentimental and so forth. And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost. Oh." WORDSWORTH. after he was gone. I know some people will only laugh at it. But I know one man who would not. all but one dear little old Quaker lady with a soul as white as her cap. who said once in company that two of the most heart-rending sights in the world. who was not. and away she went. What a silly song for a fairy to sing! And what silly water-babies to be quite delighted at it! Well. which he would do anything to prevent or remedy. and tormented no sea-beasts after that as long as he lived. I assure you. "Of course I will. of course. which moved him most to tears. still. and deep almost as life. generally partial to soldiers. yet glorious in the night Of heaven-born freedom on thy Being's height. only I must not". like a Quaker: "Friends. his moustaches were too long and too grey for that: but. and she said very quietly. Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The Years to bring the inevitable yoke— Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight. CHAPTER VI HERE I come to the very saddest part of all my story. it is borne upon my mind that that is a truly brave man. So Tom really tried to be a good boy. and he was an officer with a pair of grey moustaches as long as your arm." said the fairy to Tom. you little duck. The company did not laugh at him.The prettiest doll in the world. and how afraid they ought to be of growing naughty. and he is quite alive. and call it much ado about nothing.
and then only one more again. That he began to watch the lady to see where she kept the sweet things: and began hiding. stood Mrs. when he saw all the nice things inside. and got to the cabinet. and then three. . and behold! it was open. and what she would give him. instead of being delighted. till he found out that she kept them in a beautiful mother-of-pearl cabinet away in a deep crack of the rocks. and would have only one more. and then he would only eat two. and then he would only eat one. and then he felt sick. and he did. But.Now you may fancy that Tom was quite good. and was less afraid. or have any pleasure in them. like horses overfed and underworked. and then he would only taste one. and got to the cabinet. And then he would only touch them. Indeed. 172. And one night. but it does not make people good. Bedonebyasyoudid. and so on till he had eaten them all up. and wished he had never come there. and he could not sleep for thinking of lollipops. and as it made the people in the Bible. And all the while. close behind him. and wondering when the strange lady would come again and give him some. and how much. when all the other children were asleep. he was quite frightened. And he thought of nothing but lollipops by day. and behold! it was open. and at last. and sneaking. when he had everything that he could want or wish: but you would be very much mistaken. and following her about. it sometimes makes them naughty. For he grew so fond of the sea-bullseyes and sea-lollipops that his foolish little head could think of nothing else: and he was always longing for more. And he longed to go to the cabinet. and began gobbling them down so fast that he did not taste them. he crept away among the rocks. and dreamt of nothing else by night—and what happened then? "He crept away among the rocks. he longed so violently that he was not afraid at all. as it has made the people in America. and then he longed again. and whether she would give him more than the others. or going after something else. and yet he was afraid. who waxed fat and kicked. and so on. and pretending to be looking the other way. by continual thinking about it. Being quite comfortable is a very good thing. and he did. and then he was terrified lest she should come and catch him. And I am very sorry to say that this happened to little Tom."—P. and he did.
hurry him.—It may seem a very strange thing. or any human being when we do wrong. at her work often enough if you know where to look for her: but you will never see her do that. hurry him. set him on a cold stone to reconsider himself. Some folks may say. like Ishmael's of old. But all she said was: "Ah. hump him. and her eyes grew so wide that they would have taken in all the sorrows of the world. or me. save by Inquisitors. as they too often do. she would not surely behave worse than a British judge and jury. against every man. and that would have been worse for him. as many a man does every year and every day. I know. slap him. Perhaps she wishes people to keep their fingers out of the fire. instead of giving children a fair trial.Some people may say. for it is not even the way in which a colt should go if you want to break it in and make it a quiet serviceable horse. and in her pity she arched up her eyebrows into her very hair. and fare accordingly. such as they would expect and demand for themselves. which is so detestable a crime that it is never committed now. pinch him. and bit. But why did she not keep her cupboard locked? Well. if she had. howk him. catch him by the scruff of the neck. and hurrying. threaten him. For. and so forth? Not a bit. Why then did Solomon say that he would not depart from it?" But perhaps the way of beating. and no more should parents and teachers either. and every man's hand against him." True. It is very odd. But what did the strange fairy do when she saw all her lollipops eaten? Did she fly at Tom. with his hand. hold him. She leaves that for anxious parents and teachers (lazy ones. frighten him. and think that she is going to let off you. you must not fancy that she was sentimental at all. shake him. and a few other wretched people of whom the world is weary. Now. she knew quite well Tom would have fought. poke him. and Kings of Naples. If you do. "Ah! but the Fairy does not need to do that if she knows everything already. But you will never see her do that. Did she question him. No. For. if possible. and said bad words. She took off her spectacles. and turned again that moment into a naughty little heathen chimney-sweep. force them by fright to confess their own faults—which is so cruel and unfair that no judge on the bench dare do it to the wickedest thief or murderer. than even becoming a heathen chimney-sweep again. You may see her. pound him." But she said it to herself. and filled with great big tears. put him in the corner. . she would have tempted him to tell lies in his fright. by having them burned. as I said. because she did not like to see too much. and when he grew up he has departed from it. because she is too tender-hearted to punish us. and kicked. "We have trained up the child in the way he should go. and questioning. every one may go and taste for themselves. to make him confess? Not a bit. then you will find yourself very much mistaken. was not the way that the child should go. And then they say. but she never does keep her cupboard locked. But. and frightening. but so it is. you poor little dear! you are just like all the rest. some call them). if she did not know. and even punish them to make them confess. and Tom neither heard nor saw her. hit him. and I am quite sure that she knows best. You may watch her at work if you know where to find her. who. for the good British law forbids it—ay. pull him. if she had.
and he thought within himself that she could not have found him out. you are so horny and prickly. when he put the sweets into his mouth. You put them there yourself. Bedonebyasyoudid every word as it happened. he hated the taste of them. . saying. And he was so miserable all that week that when the ugly fairy came and looked at him once more full in the face. he could stand it no longer. And. And he could not bear the sweets: but took them again in spite of himself. and very cross and unhappy." she said. for her chin was very bristly indeed. and told Mrs. he having eaten them all—and lest then the fairy should inquire who had taken them. But. He was horribly frightened when he had done so. "I will forgive you. instead. so that nobody would cuddle him. but I cannot." And Tom looked at himself: and he was all over prickles. And when Mrs. and they made him so sick that he had to get away as fast as he could. just like a sea-egg. too. He was dreadfully afraid. when next week came. he thought that rough kissing was better than none. little man. he wanted to be cuddled like the rest. And therefore. when Tom's soul grew all prickly with naughty tempers. Doasyouwouldbedoneby came. which was not quite pleasant. and again the fairy looked him full in the face." and then burst out crying. his body could not help growing prickly too. I am in serious. crying afresh. more seriously and sadly than ever. but she said very seriously: "I should like to cuddle you. But. he had his share again. behold! she pulled out just as many as ever. and terribly sick he was. he shook from head to foot: however she gave him his share like the rest. she only took him up and kissed him." "Then you will take away all these nasty prickles?" "That is a very different matter. which astonished Tom. for he expected her to punish him very severely. and only you can take them away. Then. my little man. and frightened him still more. and he knew full well why. but he was so lonely-hearted. for you must know and believe that people's souls make their bodies just as a snail makes its shell (I am not joking. and thrust the sweetmeats away. or play with him. not even when Tom came next day with the rest for sweet things. all the week after. "I always forgive every one the moment they tell me the truth of their own accord.So she just said nothing at all about the matter. He was horribly afraid of coming: but he was still more afraid of staying away. But. poor little man. when the fairy looked him full in the face. I don't want any: I can't bear them now. What could Tom do now but go away and hide in a corner and cry? For nobody would play with him. lest any one should suspect him. solemn earnest). Which was quite natural. lest there should be no sweets—as was to be expected. "No. but more sadly than she had ever looked." "But how can I do that?" asked Tom. or even like to look at him.
and therefore the water-babies like them better than you like your lessons. he was not. for he thought she would certainly come with a birch-rod or a cane. "Dear me!" said the little girl. she said. "And I know you. when she went home on Sundays. and looked at Tom under her brows. so I shall fetch you a schoolmistress. You are the very little white lady whom I saw in bed. what you have been taught ever since you said your first prayers at your mother's knees. for he was horribly ashamed of himself. You may fancy that Tom was quite content and happy all those seven years. To a very beautiful place. she was the most beautiful little girl that ever was seen. He had always one thing on his mind. for she put her finger in her mouth. and the kind fairy took her place. now. and Tom put his finger in his mouth. but she did not seem quite to like. "and you must teach him to be good. and she had fallen over the rock. for. and perhaps she would never have begun at all if poor Tom had not burst out crying. And then they began telling each other all their story—how he had got into the water. Tom was frightened at the notion of a schoolmistress. and how he had swum down to the sea. too. that she might be something like the old woman in Vendale—which she was not in the least. For the lessons in that world. and how this. So she taught Tom every day in the week. and grown men cannot puzzle nor quarrel over their meaning. You are the very same little chimney-sweep who came into my bedroom. and looked at her under his brows. I think it is time for you to go to school."Well. first. as they do here on land. when the fairy brought her. and at that she grew so tender-hearted that she began teaching him as prettily as ever child was taught in the world. And before she had taught Tom many Sundays. at last. "why. and begged her to teach him to be good and help him to cure his prickles. out of the everlasting ground of all life and truth. and his skin was smooth and clean again. but she taught him much more simply." And so she went away. but he comforted himself." "Dear me!" cried Tom. remembering that she was a lady born. only on Sundays she always went away home. with long curls floating behind her like a golden cloud. like the Test out of Overton Pool. and long to learn them more and more. my child. And then they set to work at their lessons again." said the fairy." "I know. and that was—where little Ellie went." said the little girl. so he only jumped round and round her till he was quite tired. for those lessons all rise clear and pure. and how she had flown out of the window. And what did the little girl teach Tom? She taught him. his prickles had vanished quite away. and longed to hug and kiss her. The little girl seemed hardly to know how to begin. till it was all talked out: and then they both began over again. have no such hard words in them as the lessons in this. . I know you now. "There he is. and I can't say which of the two talked fastest. that. whether you like or not. and long robes floating all round her like a silver one. but the truth is. and both liked them so well that they went on well till seven full years were past and gone. and the other. but did not." And he jumped at her. who will teach you how to get rid of your prickles.
" "And perhaps. and where was it? Ah! that is just what she could not say. And it is strange. Tom asked her. and. save that it is the most beautiful place in all the world. I did not like coming here at first. loving. at first. Tom. and hold their peace. as Ellie has. but true. what they say cannot concern us. "Those who go there must go first where they do not like. who pretend to know it from north to south as well as if they had been penny postmen there." And Ellie blushed. and help somebody they do not like. Bedonebyasyoudid. or even nearest to it. where it is always Sunday. as they are safe at the Other-end-of-Nowhere. "Yes. So all that good little Ellie could say was. "Miss Ellie. when he asked the second fairy. "I like you very much now. wise. silly fellow! and yet I don't know why I should blame you. sweet. and helping some one that you don't like. they get just the same answer as Tom did. self-sacrificing people." said the fairy. and that those who have been oftenest in it. did Ellie do that?" "Ask her." she said. But the dear. "Little boys who are only fit to play with sea-beasts cannot go there. and in the very same words. And I was afraid of you. and do what they do not like. they grow modest." But Tom put his finger in his mouth." said Ellie. I was so much happier at home. and I like coming here. but. And. "I will know why I cannot go with you when you go home on Sundays. good. can never tell you anything about it. —because—because——" "Because I was all over prickles? But I am not prickly now. Mrs. For. Tom. she told him just what the first did." "You must ask the fairies that. But. while so many grown people have got the very same notion in their heads. "you will learn to like going where you don't like. who really go there. and perhaps she may let me off more easily. that it was worth all the rest of the world put together. She is not so strict as her sister. Miss Ellie?" "No. Ah. Tom was very unhappy at that. and quite right they are. and hung his head down. am I. if you ask them more. that no one can say. There are a good many folks about the Other-end-of-Nowhere (where Tom went afterwards)." "Why. So when Mrs. and make people understand least what it is like. nine hundred and ninety-nine million miles away." So when the fairy. when Ellie went home on Sunday. Doasyouwouldbedoneby came. Tom. too. and said. and give you none either. he fretted and . when they try it. came next.But what was the beautiful place like. Tom asked her. or I shall have no peace. Tom." he said at last. for he thought in his little head. for fear of being laughed at. for he did not see that at all. And of course that only made Tom the more anxious to go likewise. can say least about it.
"Well. Tom!" she said. when she began to tell a story about a holy child in old times. because they were all about children who did what they did not like. "Oh. if only you will go with me?" "Ah!" said Ellie. though they were prettier than ever. or for the sea-palace or anything else. he won't—I know as much as that. I'll go. Ellie. because you are tired of me. and took trouble for other people. the more he overheard of them." he said. you are persuading me all along to go. Tom" (for he was feeling very naughty and mischievous). because she was superior to him. Nobody can turn water-babies into sweeps. till all was silent. "I know what she wants me to do. as long as they are good. And. into all the halls and chambers. he will turn me into a chimney-sweep again. Little Ellie vanished quite away. and at last he went up to the top of the water and began crying and screaming for Mrs. "I am so miserable here. and growing smaller and smaller. very mournfully—and then she cried. "I see what you want." "Ah. Tom could bear no more. for he grew so discontented with everything round him that he did not care to stay. Indeed. . so that he began not to care for his playmates.cried all day. He shouted after her. Tom! where are you?" And Tom cried. Now don't poke that poor crab about. or hurt them at all. and thought him a coward. but they had not seen her. and ran away and hid among the rocks. but the worst of it is. and Tom heard her voice calling him. and did not care to listen to the fairy's stories about good children." said naughty Tom. Bedonebyasyoudid—which perhaps was the best thing to do—for she came in a moment. and did not care where he went. "I wish I might. and they were all brimming over with tears." "No. I don't like him. And then he grew quite cross with her. and want to get rid of me. and did what he could not do. Who was frightened then but Tom? He swam up and down among the rocks." he said. "She wants me to go after that horrid old Grimes. And poor Ellie was quite surprised and sad. "or the fairy will have to punish you. when Ellie came back. "I don't care if she does". I know. where are you?" For neither of them could see each other—not the least. "Oh. he asked all the other children. that's certain. And if I find him. and worked to feed their little brothers and sisters instead of caring only for their play. but he stopped himself in time. and fainter and fainter. who was martyred by the heathen because it would not worship idols. And. "Oh. Tom. that the fairy says that you must go alone if you go at all. but he would not tell her what was really in his mind. That's what I have been afraid of all along. he was shy with her. whining most dolefully. But perhaps that made matters all the easier for him. but she did not answer. but could not find her. at last. the less he liked to listen. and at last Tom burst out crying." Little Ellie opened her eyes very wide at that. faster than ever he swam before. And all the while he was eaten up with curiosity to know where Ellie went to." Tom was very nearly saying. because he fancied she looked down on him.
if people would only be tolerably brave and honest and good in it. and make his own bed and lie on it. and she will not come back again for I do not know how long. you know. as you may see if you look at a blackcock's tail. and. because she was wound up inside. And then she told him how he had been in the nursery long enough. "Only. if he intended ever to be a man." And at that Tom cried so bitterly that the salt sea was swelled with his tears. and put him in mind how it was not her fault.620. indeed. might have been expected) sort of a place it was. and. if it is to the world's end. successful (as. what is more. "How cruel of you to send Ellie away!" sobbed Tom. because she was a lady born. Ellie!" said Tom. "You will like it very well indeed. And therefore her photographs were very curious and famous. and could not help doing things whether she liked or not. And then she told him how many fine things there were to be seen in the world." The fairy did not slap Tom. like watches. but it is considered right in the new philosophy. "Oh dear. full of such photographs as never were seen. and tell him to hold his tongue: but she took him on her lap very kindly. For she had found out photography (and this is a fact) more than 13. so to speak." said the fairy. if I go to the world's end to look for her. and must go out now and see the world. and see what happens to people who do only what is pleasant. "I am going. and I have killed her—I know I have killed her." "Not quite that. or indeed most things that are or can be." he said. and looking so happy that Tom longed to kiss her. as folks say down in Berkshire. and knowing right from wrong. you little rogue. and.598. as every one else that ever was born has to go. and the tide was . but colour also. But if you don't." And in the twinkling of an eye there stood Ellie. to give spiritual causes for physical phenomena —especially in parlour-tables. oh dear! I have been naughty to Ellie. and that's the truth. like thinking.3. "I am going. and wanted to set out that minute.000 years before anybody was born. Come here. physical causes for spiritual ones. "but I have sent her away home. and see with his own eyes. and smell with his own nose. It may have been so. I will find her again. pleasant. curious. and . and burn his own fingers if he put them into the fire." And she took out of one of her cupboards (she had all sorts of mysterious cupboards in the cracks of the rocks) the most wonderful waterproof book. but was still afraid it would not be respectful. smiling. and how he must go all alone by himself."Oh!" said Tom. and all colours. well-managed. respectable. And at last she comforted poor little Tom so much that he was quite eager to go. and did what he knew was right. as ours do. and you know that at the bottom of your heart. or a butterfly's wing. And so they odds it till it comes even. just as her sister would have done. and what an odd. and praying. her photographs did not merely represent light and shade. for nothing would harm him if he remembered all his lessons.954. "if I might see Ellie once before I went!" "Why do you want that?" "Because—because I should be so much happier if I thought she had forgiven me. of course. on the whole. But I don't like going at all. orderly. "However.819 of an inch higher than it had been the day before: but perhaps that was owing to the waxing of the moon." "Pooh! pooh! pooh!" said the fairy. I will make you like it. and then she told him not to be afraid of anything he met.
crying. and. because they wanted to play on the Jews' harp all day long. "Come and eat me. So they sat on ant-hills all day long. and then boiled over like a kettle. and no tools. so that there was only one-third left. Instead of houses they lived in the beautiful caves of tufa. and as for dancing." said the fairy. "Well. "You see. "with smoke coming out of its top?" "Yes. and bathed in the warm springs three times a day. and really there seemed to be great excuses for them. and so on. at the foot of the Happy-go-lucky Mountains. And on the title-page was written. and let the flapdoodle drop into their mouths. but it was too much trouble to learn the piano or the violin." said the fairy. they waited till the pigs ran against their mouths. and the ladies all gathered gossamer in autumn (when they were not too lazy) to make their winter dresses. where flapdoodle grows wild. They lived very much such a life as those jolly old Greeks in Sicily. for everything was readymade to their hand. And so on. "what comes of living on a burning mountain. that is a jolly life. "The History of the great and famous nation of the Doasyoulikes. if the ants bit them. and played on the Jews' harp. who came away from the country of Hardwork." In the first picture they saw these Doasyoulikes living in the land of Readymade. and were content. and make them use their wits. whom you may see painted on the ancient vases." "And do you see all those ashes." . why they just got up and went to the next ant-hill. and you will see what happens next. and squeezed the grape-juice down their throats. "Do you see that great peaked mountain there behind. that would have been too great an exertion." as was their fashion in that country." "Then turn over the next five hundred years. for no enemies ever came near their land. you must read Peter Simple. just as so many oysters would have been. And they sat under the flapdoodle-trees. and. and if you want to know what that is." And behold the mountain had blown up like a barrel of gunpowder. till there were never such comfortable." said Tom. till they were bitten there likewise. and cinders lying about?" "Yes. easy-going. or die. if any little pigs ran about ready roasted. They needed no weapons. and under the vines. whereby one-third of the Doasyoulikes were blown into the air. or some light summer tackle of that kind. as for clothes. and so on. and the stern old fairy Necessity never came near them to hunt them up. for they had no need to work. it was so warm there that the gentlemen walked about in little beside a cocked hat and a pair of straps. and. They were very fond of music. happy-go-lucky people in the world. and another third were smothered in ashes. and slag. and then took a bite. "You think so?" said the fairy.the children looked with great delight for the opening of the book.
The children were very much surprised. who. on nuts and roots which they scratched out of the ground with sticks." said Tom. of course. and so they invented a cock-and-bull story. and other nonsense of that kind. If it has blown up once. could not be expected to have little ones. "they are a rough lot as ever I saw. "Why. and wherever there are cinders. that the smoke was the breath of a giant. and that the cinders were what the dwarfs roasted the little pigs whole with. doing as they liked. why did you not warn them?" said little Ellie." And she turned over the next five hundred years. However." "Yes. and stronger. They were too lazy to move away from the mountain. who can help them up the trees out of the lions' way." said Ellie. "you see it was only the strongest and most active ones who could climb the trees. and then died. And they were few in number: but they only said. as if they had been thumbs." said the fairy. I cannot teach them." "And look how ugly they are all getting. and asked the fairy whether that was her . they are getting very strong now." And then she turned over the next five hundred years: and there were the remnant of the Doasyoulikes. Some of them talked of sowing corn. my dears." "Yes." And she turned over the next five hundred years. and fiercer. And I laid the ashes and cinders all about. And. when folks are in that humour. but their feet had changed shape very oddly. "the lions seem to have eaten a good many of them." said Ellie. for the ladies will not marry any but the very strongest and fiercest gentlemen. hulking. save by the good old birch-rod. And there they were all living up in trees. I never told them. their jaws grow large. for there are very few left now. which. So they had to live very hard. and all the weakly little children had great stomachs. I am sure. The more the merrier. just as a Hindoo tailor uses his toes to thread his needle." said Tom. and so escape. as very few people do. when people live on poor vegetables instead of roast beef and plum-pudding. and making nests to keep off the rain. so they said. But they did not like to face facts. whom some gods or other had buried under the mountain. as before. before they came into the land of Readymade. And underneath the trees lions were prowling about. So they lived miserably on roots and nuts. "I did warn them all that I could. but they had forgotten how to make ploughs (they had forgotten even how to make Jews' harps by this time). And in that they were fewer still. cinders may be again. for all the flapdoodle-trees were killed by the volcano. but the fewer the better fare. and wherever there is smoke there is fire." "But what great. that was not quite true. like the poor Paddies who eat potatoes. "they are growing no better than savages. as their ancestors used to do. I let the smoke come out of the mountain. "Yes. and of course it was too much trouble to go away and find more. that is all the more reason that it should not blow up again. and had eaten all the seed-corn which they brought out of the land of Hardwork years since. for they laid hold of the branches with their great toes. and their lips grow coarse. and they had eaten all the roast pigs. broad-shouldered chaps they are."Oh. "Why.
And he remembered that his ancestors had once been men." "Something fearfully like it. and tried to say. they looked very sad and solemn. For each stupid child forgot some of the words it heard from its stupid parents." cried Tom. and those who are left keep up a regular breed of toe-thumb-men. too. as he stood roaring and thumping his breast." No more he could. all except one tremendous old fellow with jaws like a jack. Du Chaillu came up to him. never hearing each other's voice. "Why. in which case. for the climate was growing so damp that none but the hairy ones could live: all the rest coughed and sneezed. who stood full seven feet high. So all he said was "Ubboboo!" and died. and shot him. "But could you not have saved them from becoming apes?" said little Ellie. when Tom and Ellie came to the end of the book. and then he had tried to call for a doctor. though they were more apish than the apes of all aperies. for in the same way that the shape of their feet had altered. and mope and sulk in the dark forests. and M. "Ah!" said the fairy." And in the next five hundred years they were all dead and gone. there is one on the ground picking up roots. that they can hardly think: for none of them have used their wits for many hundred years. and went into consumptions. and have hairy children too. but he had forgotten the word for one. so that they got the best of everything." "But there is a hairy one among them. in their simplicity. how to talk. smiling. and had not wits enough to make fresh words for itself. get married. They have almost forgotten. by bad food and wild beasts and hunters. at last. and starved out all the rest. when she turned over the next five hundred years." And." said the fairy. or fancy pigeons is kept up. "I declare they are all apes. before they could grow up to be men and women. and chief of all the tribe. "and he cannot walk upright. they are grown so fierce and suspicious and brutal that they keep out of each other's way. For this hairy chief had had hairy children. the shape of their backs had altered also. "that will be a great man in his time. indeed." she said. "They are grown so stupid now. poor foolish creatures. as a breed of short-horns. of asking whether the creatures had hippopotamus majors in their brains or not. And. it was true. I am afraid they will all be apes very soon. And they were fewer still. till they have forgotten almost what speech is like. "Yes. and had sore throats. . "It was only those who could use their feet as well as their hands who could get a good living: or. and never thought. or skye-terriers. "Am I not a man and a brother?" but had forgotten how to use his tongue. and they hairier children still." said Ellie. and no.doing. as you have been told already." said Ellie. for they really fancied that the men were apes. and they had good reason so to do. they could not possibly have been apes. And that was the end of the great and jolly nation of the Doasyoulikes. Beside. and every one wished to marry hairy husbands. "Why. Then the fairy turned over the next five hundred years. and all by doing only what they liked.
' she said. Saying. my dear. and see the world. I can. "Folks say now that I can make beasts into men. for they had thrown their own wits away. and competition. and perhaps. Whatever their ancestors were. good boy. by the same laws of circumstance. the old Nurse. And read what is still unread In the Manuscripts of God. if it is to the world's end. Indeed." LONGFELLOW. You were very near being turned into a beast once or twice. and so forth. That is one of the seven things which I am forbidden to tell." "Ah!" said the fairy. But the longer they waited. Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe." said Tom. that there are two sides to every question. and behaved like the dumb beasts. solemnly. at all events. I am not sure but that you would have ended as an eft in a pond. if I can turn beasts into men. as she closed the wonderful book. and set to work to do what they did not like. CHAPTER VII "NOW. But you must go farther than the . But let them recollect this."At first. till the coming of the Cocqcigrues. "I am ready to be off. took The child upon her knee. by circumstance. perhaps they are right. and selection." "And where are they all now?" asked Ellie. "Exactly where they ought to be. they are wrong. men they are." "Oh. "that is a brave. little Tom. again. it is no concern of theirs. and be all over slime. 'Into regions yet untrod. I'll go this minute. "'Come wander with me. and I advise them to behave as such. who only do what they like. and selection. that I know not when I shall grow fair. if you had not made up your mind to go on this journey. Well. and a downhill as well as an uphill road. if it's to the world's end. half to herself. dear me!" said Tom. and. like an Englishman.' "And he wandered away and away With Nature. "sooner than that. till at last they were past all cure." "Yes!" said the fairy. turn men into beasts. and act accordingly. and. the stupider and clumsier they grew. the dear old Nurse. if only they would have behaved like men. and competition. 'Here is a story book Thy father hath written for thee." "And Nature. my dear. It is such things as this that help to make me so ugly.
At last there came out into the quarter-gallery a very pretty lady. though his head forgot her. on earth and air and sea. . Tom. most people's eyes are not. and the ladies. that it forgot her in five minutes: however. you know I am getting a big boy. and all the birds in the air. II. For why? He was still too far down south. if you want to find Mr. A school of dolphins were running races round and round her. O Lord. "Soft soft wind. and Mother Carey's Haven. or they will never grow to be men. going three feet for her one." said Ellie. with a long cloud of smoke trailing behind. dear!" said Tom. "Deep deep Love. "But I do not know my way to Shiny Wall." said Tom. Then he tried to find out how she moved. and in her arms a baby. so that you must ask all the beasts in the sea and the birds in the air.world's end. but none of them knew the way to Shiny Wall. I am glad to say his heart did not. Miss Ellie. Grimes. "it will be a long journey. Tom longed very much again to kiss her. and was so delighted with it that he played under her quarter all day. some of them will tell you the way to Shiny Wall." And she shook hands with him. I shall wait here till you come. in deep black widow's weeds." "Well. with their bonnets and parasols: but none of them could see him. So he asked all the beasts in the sea. And there Mother Carey will tell you the way to the Other-end-of-Nowhere. and thought it time to move. and there you will find Mr.—as. Thin thin threads of mist on dewy fingers twining Weave a veil of dappled gauze to shade my babe and me. from out the sweet south sliding. so I had better start at once. so he promised not to forget her: but his little whirl-about of a head was so full of the notion of going out to see the world. and then you will come to Peacepool. and bade him good-bye. or where it is at all. because their eyes were not opened. She leaned over the quarter-gallery. considering she was a lady born. You must go to Shiny Wall. for he is at the Other-end-of-Nowhere. Then he met a ship. where the good whales go when they die. far larger than he had ever seen—a gallant ocean-steamer. but he thought it would not be respectful. and as she looked she sang: I. and through the white gate that never was opened. Good-bye. and I must go out and see the world. "but you will not forget me. and swam up to her to see. within thine own abyss abiding. Waft thy silver cloud-webs athwart the summer sea." "Little boys must take the trouble to find out things for themselves. till he nearly had his nose knocked off by the fans. Grimes. indeed. and if you have been good to them. Pour Thyself abroad. and at last he saw her screw." "I know you must. and Tom asked them the way to Shiny Wall: but they did not know. Then he watched the sailors upon deck." "Oh. and he wondered how she went on without sails. Worn weary hearts within Thy holy temple hiding. and looked back and back toward England far away.
There. my darling?" said the lady. all in black." And away Tom went for seven days and seven nights due north-west. and asked him the way to Shiny Wall. can you fly?" "I never tried. and a sprat in his mouth for a cigar. like some old Highland chieftainess. for no man had come here yet to catch them. I should go to the Allalonestone. full three feet high. till at last he met the King of the Herrings. and the King of the Herrings told him very kindly. and a very high bridge to her nose (which is a sure mark of high breeding). for he was a courteous old gentleman of the old school. and gobbled shell-fish all day long. and strangely bedizened too. perhaps it is the happiest place for them". sad and wondering. darling. young gentleman. lo! and behold. So they ate. and watched the great steamer slide away into the dusk. came out and talked to her. She had on a black velvet gown. all alone. and ate each other. to show it the dolphins leaping and the water gurgling in the ship's wake. very nearly as ancient as my own. and waved her hand to Tom. And he swam northward again. and shame my helpless babe and me. which made her look rather odd: but it was the ancient fashion of her house. standing up on the Allalonestone. like the old dandies who lounge in the club-house windows. and the long bar of smoke fade away into the evening mist. and the lights on board peep out one by one. and ate. for when their eyes met. He was quite sure of that. and a white pinner and apron. if you can. as they had done since the making of the world. And a very grand old lady she was. the like of which he never saw before. till he came to a great codbank. And there he saw the last of the Gairfowl. And Tom turned away northward. and bolt upright." Her voice was so soft and low. day after day. as if it wanted to jump overboard to him. and find out how rich old Mother Carey is. The great cod lay below in tens of thousands. and a large pair of white spectacles on it. and the blue sharks roved about in hundreds." Tom asked his way to her. though he was horribly ugly. and then she said. and die out again." says Tom. swimming about among the foam-beads below. and gobbled them when they came up. so he bolted his sprat head foremost. "What do you see. and Tom smiled and held out his hands too. take a hint. and her eyes followed the baby's till she too caught sight of Tom. sin. and the baby kicked and leaped." And at that an old nurse.Shield from sorrow. Good-bye. as ladies of old houses are likely to do. only a little: and perhaps we shall go with you and be at rest. She gave a little shriek and start. that Tom could have listened to it all day. quite quietly. . he called after him: "Hi! I say. and ask the last of the Gairfowl. and cried. But as she held the baby over the gallery rail. with a curry-comb growing out of his nose. till all was out of sight. "Wait a little. She is of a very ancient clan. "Why?" "Because. and said: "If I were you. and knows a good deal which these modern upstarts don't. the baby saw Tom. But just as Tom had thanked him and set off. and drew her in. the baby smiled and held out his hands. and the music of the air so sweet. I should advise you to say nothing to the old lady about it. "Babies in the sea? Well.
stone. which she learnt when she was a little baby-bird. now. 201. standing up on the Allalonestone. she had a right to alter it. "Then I shall have great pleasure in talking to you. And so the poor stone was left all alone. and the first thing she said was— "Have you wings? Can you fly?" "Oh dear. With a fal-lal-la-lady. However. no. and she kept on crooning an old song to herself. and then there was none. as she could not fly. with which she fanned herself. because she was a lady herself. ma'am. my dear. she had two little feathery arms. One swam away. With a fal-lal-la-lady. forsooth."—P. "The other swam after. it was a very fit song for her to sing. and complained of the dreadful heat. properly. What can they want with flying. all alone. It is quite refreshing nowadays to see anything without wings." It was "flew" away.And instead of wings. and raising themselves above their proper station in life? In the days of my ancestors no birds ever thought of . Tom came up to her very humbly. and then there was one. and fly. and not "swam" away: but. I should not think of such thing." said cunning little Tom. every new upstart sort of bird. long ago— "Two little birds they sat on a "There he saw the last of the Gairfowl. They must all have wings. and made his bow.
and howk . when I was quite a young girl. and what with these vulgar-winged things who fly up and down and eat everything. The dovekies and marrocks. and the sea boiled. they say that on the coast of Labrador the sailors used to lay a plank from the rock on board the thing called their ship. I should not have been all alone now. the very marrocks and dovekies have got wings. except on the old Gairfowlskerry. and spread over all the Northern Isles. the razor-bills. what with the heat. of course. Some of us were dashed to pieces. and." This was the Gairfowl's story. and very handsome then. the vulgar creatures. and with right and honourable feelings. and one really cannot get one's living. they will find it as easy to get on in the world as other people who don't care what they do. or hardly venture off the rock for fear of being flown against by some creature that would not have dared to come within a mile of one a thousand years ago—what was I saying? Why. there were none of us left. as our house always has had. all flew away. they ate us. and my own cousins too. and that another Gairfowlskerry has risen out of the sea close to the old one. if I had not recollected that noblesse oblige. I could not hear of such a thing. who are gentlefolk born. and drive us along the plank by hundreds. Why. and the sky grew dark. "She was very much diseased. and then he asked if she knew the way to Shiny Wall. and the dovekies tell me they are all dead now. a gentleman came hither with me. the nasty fellows! Well—but—what was I saying? At last. if you will believe it. and poor little ones enough they are. and did very well without. he actually proposed to me. "then you might all have flown away too. till we tumbled down into the ship's waist in heaps. young gentleman: and if people are not gentlemen and ladies. But men shot us so. just off the Iceland coast. I suppose." said Tom. and down tumbled the old Gairfowlskerry into the sea. Once we were a great nation. and the climate was fit for gentlefolk. and knocked us on the head. I don't deny: but you see. Even there we had no peace. when the old lady got out of breath. for one day. and all the air was filled with smoke and dust. and after we had been here some time. I felt it my duty to snub him. it is every word of it true. I suppose?" "You do not understand me. thousands of years ago." And the poor old lady sighed. because he was my deceased sister's husband. but now. and ought to know better than to ape their inferiors. but we were too proud to do that. and then. my dear. "Shiny Wall? Who should know better than I? We all came from Shiny Wall. while Tom tried to get in a word edgeways. so that gentlepeople's hunting is all spoilt. A friend of mine and I came and settled on this rock when we were young." "Yes. and those who were left got away to Eldey. my dear. you see?" "Of course not. I mean. ma'am?" "Why. And I am the last of my family. though. "How was that. "If you only had had wings!" said Tom. and forget that noblesse oblige. strange as it may seem. the land rocked. and began fanning herself again. when it was decently cold. he knew nothing about it. and took our eggs—why. that being a lady.having wings. but that it is such a poor flat place that it is not safe to live on: and so here I am left alone. and at last he did. he wanted to marry—in fact. my dear. I was young. and some drowned. Why. I can't blame him. ma'am. and have nothing left but our honour. up which no man could climb. of course." And so she was running on. Well. and now they all laugh at me because I keep to the good old fashion. to be out of the way of low people. we have quite gone down in the world.
and you and I. But by there came a flock of petrels. and whistling to each other so tenderly. We are Mother Carey's own chickens." Tom was delighted. and. my little dear—you must go. and he tumbled backwards off the rock. and from the Orkneys. and we will show you. That is what Tom will see. With a fal-lal-la-lady. I am afraid. and there will be a man-of-war steamer there to protect them. who are Mother Carey's own chickens. But she would not return his bow: but held herself bolt upright. which is the way to Shiny Wall?" said Tom. and—really. and food for all the poor folk in the land. for there are eighty miles of codbank. for the stone was not left all alone: and the next time that Tom goes by it. and perhaps you and I shall see it too. and from Ireland. and Tom was quite sorry for her. The old Gairfowl is gone already: but there are better things come in her place. that Tom fell in love with them at once. lifting up their little feet behind them so daintily. please. shall go some day to the Allalonestone to the great summer sea-fair. full of the children of the old Norse Vikings. to tell the truth. and then the poor stone will be left all alone. And then we shall not be sorry because we cannot get a Gairfowl to stuff. my little dear. and wept tears of oil as she sang: "And so the poor stone was left all alone. And the men will be hauling in the great cod by thousands. the masters of the sea. for he was at his wit's end whom to ask.' And soon I shall be gone. poor fellow. and from all the Northern ports. and Tom thought them much prettier than Lady Gairfowl. till their hands are sore from the lines. and they will be making cod-liver oil and guano. "Shiny Wall? Do you want Shiny Wall? Then come with us. perhaps. "Oh. if you want to know. and so perhaps they were. and salting down the fish.him. for I have quite forgotten. after he had made his bow to the Gairfowl. it was very unfortunate. and swam off to them. and peck him continually. and snapped him up. and nobody will miss me. Let me see—I am sure—that is—really. much less find gairfowl enough to drive them . to keep him at his proper distance. my poor old brains are getting quite puzzled. and she sends us out over all the seas. And since then I have lived all alone— 'With a fal-lal-la-lady. I once pecked him a little too hard. and for himself too. and a lighthouse to show them the way." But she was wrong there. he will see a sight worth seeing." "But. Do you know. you must ask some of these vulgar birds about. and we shall hear the sailors boast that it is not the worst jewel in Queen Victoria's crown. and hopped and skipped from wave to wave. and dredge strange creatures such as man never saw before." And the poor old Gairfowl began to cry tears of pure oil. my little dear. and called them to know the way to Shiny Wall. you must go. to show the good birds the way home. but it was not my fault—a shark coming by saw him flapping. and the Shetlands. from Scotland. and when Tom comes he will see the fishing-smacks anchored there in hundreds. They flitted along like a flock of black swallows. for Mother Carey had had a great deal of fresh experience between the time that she invented the Gairfowl and the time that she invented them.
very proud of what they had . That she had not the heart to eat them. before Tom could come to help her. And they cawed and cawed. and put them into stupid museums. and bullyragging at her. for fear of the gamekeepers. kind. and all their stump-orators were speechifying. and set her in the middle. giving place to the new. that Tom came on shore and went up to see what was the matter. as the old Norsemen did. such as you see in Cambridgeshire. and they all bawled at her at once— And it was in vain that she pleaded— That she did not like grouse-eggs. and all began abusing and vilifying. For all the other scaul-crows set upon her. and pecked her to death there and then. and as he waited. that Tom waited there many days. And a dozen reasons more. or drive them on board along a plank till the ship was victualled with them. stuck on the point of their bills. before they start for their summer breeding-places far away in the Northern Isles. and had actually dared to say that she would not steal any. because the grouse were such pretty. how many lambs' eyes they had picked out. And God fulfils himself in many ways. instead of leaving them to play and breed and work in Mother Carey's water-garden. which is the hoodie-crow's particularly clever feat. neatest young lady-crow that ever was seen. So where Allfowlsness is nobody must know. lest men should go there and shoot the birds. and wait there for the great gathering of all the sea-birds. of whom dear old Hakluyt tells: but we shall remember what Mr. I won't tell you. and rating. They must go first to Allfowlsness. And they made such a noise. Tennyson says: how "The old order changeth. as the old English and French rovers used to do. he saw a very curious sight. of which he is as proud as a gipsy is of doing the hokanybaro. and how many young grouse they had swallowed whole. On the rabbit burrows on the shore there gathered hundreds and hundreds of hoodie-crows. but the petrels said no. and how many dead bullocks they had eaten. because she had stolen no grouse-eggs. and there they would be sure to find some birds which were going to Shiny Wall: but where Allfowlsness was. And there she stood in the middle. and then flew away." And now Tom was all agog to start for Shiny Wall. And at last they brought out the prettiest. and how many grouse-eggs they had flown away with. where they ought to be. and all that is to be said about it is. That she was afraid to eat them. looking as meek and as neat as a Quakeress. and for a tribune. and stuff them. jolly birds.into stone pens and slaughter them. and boasted of all the clever things they had done. the speaker stood on an old sheep's skull. That she could get her living very well without them. in her black gown and grey hood. he must promise never to tell. and what that is. And there he found them holding their great caucus. So she was to be tried publicly by their laws (for the hoodies always try some offenders in their great yearly parliament). which they hold every year in the North.
and then turned head over heels backward. in a turf hut thatched with heather and fringed round with great stones slung across the roof by bent-ropes. grebes and dovekies. they all threw up their bills into the air. and sent her to eat fruit in the Spice Islands. when all the birds were going. But he never minded the birds nor hurt them. one hundred and twenty-three of them at once. swans and brant geese. indeed. where cloves and nutmegs grow. For. what should they find but a nasty dead dog?—on which "The most beautiful bird of paradise. pecking and gobbling and cawing and quarrelling to their hearts' content. But the fairies took the good crow. or action. and they quacked and clucked and gabbled and chattered and screamed and whooped as they talked over matters with their friends. . who do every one just what he likes. for he was as good an old Scotchman as ever knit stockings on a winter's night: only. Now. and those were. And after a while the birds began to gather at Allfowlsness. and so he did. lest the winter gales should blow the hut right away. and gave one screech. For why? The fairy had told the gamekeeper in a dream. who lived all alone upon the Ness. But the moment afterwards. his Bible and his grouse. because they were not in season. so that. he toddled out. for any freedom of speech. and lucky it was for them that there was no one to hear them but the old keeper. till the shore was white with feathers. and gave her nine new sets of feathers running. which is allowed among them. in thousands and tens of thousands. 210. thought. they might as well be American citizens of the new school. with gulls beyond all naming or numbering. and turned her at last into the most beautiful bird of paradise with a green velvet suit and a long tail. to fill the dead dog full of strychnine.done. till you might have heard them ten miles off. skuas and terns. gannets and petrels. and fell down dead. harlequins and eiders. smews and goosanders. harolds and garganeys. they all set to work. he minded but two things in the whole world. these hoodies. divers and loons. and settled where they were to go and breed that summer. auks and razor-bills. Bedonebyasyoudid settled her account with the wicked hoodies. was not this scandalous transaction? a But they are true republicans. as they flew away."—P. And Mrs. and they paddled and washed and splashed and combed and brushed themselves on the sand. and make other people do so too. blackening all the air.
and wailed round her. with the baby. her decks were swept as clean as a barn floor. and after that he must shift for himself. and swept them all into the waves. as much in an hour as ought to have come in a week. in a little cot. who looks after the big copper boiler. and wanted to wake it. for the gale was right abaft. and away they went over the crests of the billows. and wished them a merry journey and a safe return. as merry as so many flying-fish. and one to Spitzbergen. and swayed and surged under her lee. and north-west. and streamed away in long black lines. And then all the birds rose up. and did not want to throw the poor dog overboard: but as they were struggling. But Tom and the petrels never cared. So the good-natured petrels said that they would show him part of the way themselves. water-logged in the trough of the sea. and killed the young rabbits. and ten thousand peals of bells. Only the puffins stayed behind. for they were very sorry indeed. but behold. and then gathered up all the feathers which they had left. And there. lashed tight under the bulwark. and did. had got behindhand with his work. And the poor little dog? . lay a baby fast asleep.and took off his cap to them. and laid their eggs in the rabbit-burrows. and began barking and snapping at Tom. Her funnel and her masts were overboard. the baby. and one to Iceland. puffing and roaring and swishing and swirling. but they were only going as far as Jan Mayen's Land. but a man must see to his own family. there came a tall green sea. for he wanted to help the baby. in the gulf of Mexico. and then he knew it was all right. and Tom scrambled on board of her and looked round. and would not let him touch the cot. till you could not see where the sky ended and the sea began. and also they expected to find some salt pork. and make feather-beds for stuffy people to lie on. Tom saw at once. and one to Norway. which was rough practice. and that there would be a new water-baby in St. for the old gentleman in the grey great-coat. from under the cot out jumped a little black and tan terrier dog. The petrels flew up to her. And. and cleaned them to sell down south. it began to blow right hard. so Mother Carey had sent an electric message to him for more steam. and their cry was like ten thousand packs of hounds. certainly. the very same baby. and he and the dog fought and struggled. And at last they saw an ugly sight—the black side of a great ship. frightened and sad. and north-east. and he saw the fairies come up from below. smiling in it. north. Then the petrels asked this bird and that whether they would take Tom to Shiny Wall: but one set was going to Sutherland. He went up to it. for he saw the cot settling down through the green water. and there was no living soul on board. and now the steam was coming. as Tom and the petrels went north-eastward. fast asleep. and one to the Shetlands. the baby!" screamed Tom: but the next moment he did not scream at all. across the bright blue summer sky. Tom knew the dog's teeth could not hurt him: but at least it could shove him away. and walked in over the weather side of the ship. "Oh. and carry baby and cradle gently down in their soft arms. and one to Greenland: but none would go to Shiny Wall. which he had seen in the singing lady's arms. Brandan's Isle.
" said the petrels. "We are the spirits of the old Greenland skippers (as every sailor knows). and stole the poor Indians off the ." he said to the rest. But I was a hard man in my time. And there they fell in with a whole flock of mollymocks. in spite of all the wrong I did." "Greedy we are. and what land he sighted last. But lubbers we are none. two miles above the clouds. we were all turned into mollys. We don't like to get among the ice pack. "These are the fellows to show you the way. how they did smell of train oil! "Who are you. "My name is Hendrick Hudson. come. you jolly birds?" asked Tom. and. that they did not take the least notice.Why. who were feeding on a dead whale. after he had kicked and coughed a little." says a great fat old molly. for he saw that he was the king of all the birds. standing up like a white sugar-loaf. and turned into a water-dog. gobbling and pecking and spluttering and fighting over the blubber. and a right good skipper was I. till they began to see the peak of Jan Mayen's Land. Let's have a look at the lad. We've eaten blubber enough for to-day. that he sneezed himself clean out of his skin. and could sail a ship now against any man in the North seas. For I discovered Hudson River. And. and we'll e'en work out a bit of our time by helping the lad." "And who are you?" asked Tom of him. and stared at him in the most impudent way (for the mollys are audacious fellows. right whales and horse-whales. and then asked him where he hailed from." And he flapped right into Tom's face. And it's a shame of those black imps of petrels to call us so. "Come. and jumped and danced round Tom. "we cannot help you farther north. he sneezed so hard. and my name will last to the world's end. lads. and I named Hudson's Bay. for fear it should nip our toes: but the mollys dare fly anywhere. to eat whale's blubber all our days. when Tom told him. "and give this little chap a cast over the pack. but because they're her grace's pets. as all whalers know). this young gentleman is going to Mother Carey. for Mother Carey's sake. and followed Tom the whole way to the Other-end-of-Nowhere." So the mollys took Tom up on their backs. "Come along. "you lazy greedy lubbers. they think they may say anything they like. we're no more lubbers than you. and if you don't attend on him. as for lubbers. and said he was a good plucked one to have got so far. he seemed pleased." So the petrels called to the mollys: but they were so busy and greedy. you know. because we were saucy and greedy. laughing and joking—and oh. But. full hundreds of years agone. who hunted here. "but lazy we ain't. Then they went on again. and snapped at the jelly-fish and the mackerel. and flew off with him. you won't earn your discharge from her. and ran over the crests of the waves. and many have come in my wake that dared not have shown me the way. though we don't hold with this new-fangled steam." said Mother Carey's chickens. that's truth.
coast of Maine. "None." "What am I to do. and the ice giants fought and roared. and set them down at the foot of Shiny Wall. lad. and they came to their end like good knights-errant. they'd have killed by now every right whale that swims the sea. "And where is the gate?" asked Tom. and storm. that neither hopped nor skipped. which fluttered round his head. in searching for the white gate that never was opened yet. if you have pluck. than you have found to their cost. to be sure. for them! They were all true English hearts. but Tom hardly minded them at all. through mist. But the mollys only wailed sadly. and up he came a thousand fathoms." said Tom. whose business is to go out and see all the world." "I've not come so far to turn now. when he saw lying among the ice pack the wrecks of many a gallant ship. And a very large pool it was. and sold them for slaves down in Virginia. And he was the more afraid. never a crack of one. and went on in black darkness. "There is no gate. Why should he be? He was a brave English lad. moths with brown wings that flapped about quickly. yellow shrimps that hopped and skipped most quickly of all. that flapped about slowly. till I've worked out my time. And yet he was not a bit frightened. for seven days and seven nights. and leapt upon each other's backs. and clear clear water overhead. So Tom dived under the great white gate which never was opened yet. So good-bye. There were moths with pink heads and wings and opal bodies." "Why don't you come too?" asked Tom. lest he should be ground to powder too." And now they came to the edge of the pack. but only dawdled and yawned. and I never was heard of more. so that Tom was afraid to venture among them. some with the seamen frozen fast on board. And at last he saw the light. and beyond it they could see Shiny Wall looming. he was so eager to get to the top of the water." said the mollys. Alas. among clouds of sea-moths. So now I'm the king of all mollys. then?" "Dive under the floe." "A lucky voyage to you. But the pack rolled horribly upon the swell. and ground each other to powder. "so here goes for a header. and snow. and if there had been. and would not get out of his way. and at last I was so cruel to my sailors. some with masts and yards all standing. "we knew you were one of the right sort. that they set me adrift in an open boat." said the mollys. we can't go yet. "No gate?" cried Tom. The dog snapped at them till his jaws were tired. as better fellows. though the air was so clear that . alas. and jellies of all the colours in the world. "We can't go yet. aghast. and flew with them safe over the pack and the roaring ice giants. and that's the whole of the secret. at the bottom of the sea. lad. But the good mollys took Tom and his dog up. and see the pool where the good whales go. miles and miles across. here in these very seas." and flew away over the pack.
the ice cliffs on the opposite side looked as if they were close at hand. All round it the ice cliffs rose, in walls and spires and battlements, and caves and bridges, and stories and galleries, in which the ice-fairies live, and drive away the storms and clouds, that Mother Carey's pool may lie calm from year's end to year's end. And the sun acted policeman, and walked round outside every day, peeping just over the top of the ice wall, to see that all went right; and now and then he played conjuring tricks, or had an exhibition of fireworks, to amuse the ice-fairies. For he would make himself into four or five suns at once, or paint the sky with rings and crosses and crescents of white fire, and stick himself in the middle of them, and wink at the fairies; and I daresay they were very much amused; for anything's fun in the country. And there the good whales lay, the happy sleepy beasts, upon the still oily sea. They were all right whales, you must know, and finners, and razorbacks, and bottle-noses, and spotted sea-unicorns with long ivory horns. But the sperm whales are such raging, ramping, roaring, rumbustious fellows, that, if Mother Carey let them in, there would be no more peace in Peacepool. So she packs them away in a great pond by themselves at the South Pole, two hundred and sixty-three miles southsouth-east of Mount Erebus, the great volcano in the ice; and there they butt each other with their ugly noses, day and night from year's end to year's end. But here there were only good quiet beasts, lying about like the black hulls of sloops, and blowing every now and then jets of white steam, or sculling round with their huge "That's Mother Carey."—P. 219. mouths open, for the sea-moths to swim down their throats. There were no threshers there to thresh their poor old backs, or sword-fish to stab their stomachs, or saw-fish to rip them up, or ice-sharks to bite lumps out of their sides, or whalers to harpoon and lance them. They were quite safe and happy there; and all they had to do was to wait quietly in Peacepool, till Mother Carey sent for them to make them out of old beasts into new. Tom swam up to the nearest whale, and asked the way to Mother Carey. "There she sits in the middle," said the whale. Tom looked; but he could see nothing in the middle of the pool, but one peaked
iceberg: and he said so. "That's Mother Carey," said the whale, "as you will find when you get to her. There she sits making old beasts into new all the year round." "How does she do that?" "That's her concern, not mine," said the old whale; and yawned so wide (for he was very large) that there swam into his mouth 943 sea-moths, 13,846 jelly-fish no bigger than pins' heads, a string of salpæ nine yards long, and forty-three little ice-crabs, who gave each other a parting pinch all round, tucked their legs under their stomachs, and determined to die decently, like Julius Cæsar. "I suppose," said Tom, "she cuts up a great whale like you into a whole shoal of porpoises?" At which the old whale laughed so violently that he coughed up all the creatures; who swam away again very thankful at having escaped out of that terrible whalebone net of his, from which bourne no traveller returns; and Tom went on to the iceberg, wondering. And, when he came near it, it took the form of the grandest old lady he had ever seen—a white marble lady, sitting on a white marble throne. And from the foot of the throne there swum away, out and out into the sea, millions of new-born creatures, of more shapes and colours than man ever dreamed. And they were Mother Carey's children, whom she makes out of the sea-water all day long. He expected, of course—like some grown people who ought to know better—to find her snipping, piecing, fitting, stitching, cobbling, basting, filing, planing, hammering, turning, polishing, moulding, measuring, chiselling, clipping, and so forth, as men do when they go to work to make anything. But, instead of that, she sat quite still with her chin upon her hand, looking down into the sea with two great grand blue eyes, as blue as the sea itself. Her hair was as white as the snow—for she was very very old—in fact, as old as anything which you are likely to come across, except the difference between right and wrong. And, when she saw Tom, she looked at him very kindly. "What do you want, my little man? It is long since I have seen a water-baby here." Tom told her his errand, and asked the way to the Other-end-of-Nowhere. "You ought to know yourself, for you have been there already." "Have I, ma'am? I'm sure I forget all about it." "Then look at me." And, as Tom looked into her great blue eyes, he recollected the way perfectly. Now, was not that strange? "Thank you, ma'am," said Tom. "Then I won't trouble your ladyship any more; I hear you are very busy." "I am never more busy than I am now," she said, without stirring a finger. "I heard, ma'am, that you were always making new beasts out of old."
"So people fancy. But I am not going to trouble myself to make things, my little dear. I sit here and make them make themselves." "You are a clever fairy, indeed," thought Tom. And he was quite right. That is a grand trick of good old Mother Carey's, and a grand answer, which she has had occasion to make several times to impertinent people. There was once, for instance, a fairy who was so clever that she found out how to make butterflies. I don't mean sham ones; no: but real live ones, which would fly, and eat, and lay eggs, and do everything that they ought; and she was so proud of her skill that she went flying straight off to the North Pole, to boast to Mother Carey how she could make butterflies. But Mother Carey laughed. "Know, silly child," she said, "that any one can make things, if they will take time and trouble enough: but it is not every one who, like me, can make things make themselves." But people do not yet believe that Mother Carey is as clever as all that comes to; and they will not till they, too, go the journey to the Other-end-of-Nowhere. "And now, my pretty little man," said Mother Carey, "you are sure you know the way to the Other-end-of-Nowhere?" Tom thought; and behold, he had forgotten it utterly. "That is because you took your eyes off me." Tom looked at her again, and recollected; and then looked away, and forgot in an instant. "But what am I to do, ma'am? For I can't keep looking at you when I am somewhere else." "You must do without me, as most people have to do, for nine hundred and ninety-nine thousandths of their lives; and look at the dog instead; for he knows the way well enough, and will not forget it. Besides, you may meet some very queer-tempered people there, who will not let you pass without this passport of mine, which you must hang round your neck and take care of; and, of course, as the dog will always go behind you, you must go the whole way backward." "Backward!" cried Tom. "Then I shall not be able to see my way." "On the contrary, if you look forward, you will not see a step before you, and be certain to go wrong; but, if you look behind you, and watch carefully whatever you have passed, and especially keep your eye on the dog, who goes by instinct, and therefore can't go wrong, then you will know what is coming next, as plainly as if you saw it in a lookingglass." Tom was very much astonished: but he obeyed her, for he had learnt always to believe what the fairies told him. "So it is, my dear child," said Mother Carey; "and I will tell you a story, which will show you that I am perfectly right, as it is my custom to be. "Once on a time, there were two brothers. One was called Prometheus, because he
Blaptem Mortisagam. for many years: but what he did. of course. forecasting. save a few archæological old gentlemen who scratch in queer corners. But because she had a strange box in her hand. and boasted that he was wise beforehand. All the gifts of the Gods. whenever he has even the chance of a good wife."—P. and Dirt—for instance: Measles. Famines. "But Epimetheus was a very slow fellow. when they were set to work. unfortunately. all the children of the four great bogies. and a muff. prudential. Self-will. to see what was inside: for. and married her for better for worse. to work was just what they would not do: wherefore very little has come of them. Pandora by name. Prometheus was a very clever fellow. 224. suspicious. deductive. Unpaid bills. which means. and now nobody knows what they were. Scarlatina. certainly. And they opened the box between them. Acarum Horridum. prophesying Prometheus. and Tineam Laciniarum. who was always settling what was going to happen. but said humbly. and a bloke. and very little is left of them. theoretical. Potatoes. Tight stays. and did not boast at all. as he took everything that came. And very little he did. this fanciful. and went among men for a clod. Idols. "But Epimetheus took her and it. and invented all sorts of wonderful things. Quacks. and find little there save Ptinum Furem. and so forth. as every man ought. and a milksop. of course. that he had sooner prophesy after the event. . The other was called Epimetheus. Monks. Ignorance. and a boodle. "And what happened at last? There came to the two brothers the most beautiful creature that ever was seen. would have nothing to do with pretty Pandora and her box. of what possible use could it have been to them? "And out flew all the ills which flesh is heir to. like the Irishman. else. he never had to do over again. because he always looked behind him. But. Hooping-coughs. Fear.always looked before him. and a slowcoach. "Pandora and her box. "Well.
and the price of stocks and (what is hardest of all) the next vagary of the great idol Whirligig. and to foretell famine. for though. no sooner had he got out of Peacepool. Rabanus Maurus. and which way the cat jumped. what was more trying still. and bad weather. all bawling and screaming at him. Naughty Boys and Girls. He was very sorely tried. he could see pretty well which way the dog was hunting." Now. Thomas the Rhymer. as many as were in those parts (and there are too many of them everywhere). and the theorists. save fancies spun out of his own brain. and they have hardly put it out again yet. with a vulture by him to give him a peck whenever he stirred. considering in what century they were born. he could afford to spend it well likewise. and the bigots. and go on working. and railroads. who get good lasting work done in the world. which some call Public Opinion. and electric telegraphs. but the children of Prometheus are the fanatics.Popes. yet it was much slower work to go backwards than to go forwards. he trod on his own nose. who go telling silly folk what will happen. lest he should turn the whole world upside down with his prophecies and his theories. So he had to be chained to the top of a mountain. was not Mother Carey's a wonderful story? And. and as fat as a farmer. and steam ploughs. For so it happened to Tom likewise. and tumbled down (as most deductive philosophers do). and the noisy windy people. to till and drain the ground. by keeping the dog to heels (or rather to toes. that as he was running about with a box of lucifers (which were the only useful things he ever invented. and do as much harm as good). because he earned his money well. But. and the bores. and experience. Tom believed it every word. than there came running to him all the conjurers. Wars. and right away to the end of the world!" . "And his children are the men of science. Peacemongers. and a great deal more (as you will hear). and a good many in black coats and white ties who might have known better. Hope. Zadkiel. as most men do in this world: but he got the three best things in the world into the bargain—a good wife. Old Mother Shipton on her broomstick. "But stupid old Epimetheus went working and grubbing on. projectors. and ships. And. Moore. till at last he grew as rich as a Jew. till he really learnt to know now and then what would happen next. as a spider spins her web out of her stomach. Demagogues. "Look a-head. prestigiators. whereby he set the Thames on fire. for he had to walk backward). too. fortune-tellers. and to make looms. I am happy to say. Nostradamus. with Merlin. instead of looking to see what has happened already. that he began to make things which would work. Raphael. But one thing remained at the bottom of the box. Despots. Bad Wine. and that was. only look a-head. with nothing beside. with the help of his wife Pandora. but only once before they asked him to help them. "So Epimetheus got a great deal of trouble. Gerbertus. and people thought twice before they meddled with him. for. and hope: while Prometheus had just as much trouble. always looking behind him to see what had happened. worst of all. of his own making. Old Nixon. and all the things which you see in the Great Exhibition. and we will show you what man never saw before. astrologers. prophesiers. "And Prometheus kept on looking before him so far ahead. and understood so well which side his bread was buttered.
That look towards the sun. up hill or down dale. And there Tom was very near being kneaded up in the world-pap. and saw all the wonderful and hitherto by-no-mortal-man-imagined things. they may not burst out laughing. And the brooks of morning run. as they may very probably do.But I am proud to say that. wet or dry. where she makes world-pap all day long. hot or cold. which it is my duty to relate to you in the next chapter. that he never turned his head round once all the way from Peacepool to the Other-end-of-Nowhere: but kept his eye on the dog. or try to run away. as soon as Tom had left Peacepool. or do any other silly vulgar thing which may offend Mrs. which all good little children are requested to read. if ever they get to the Other-end-of-Nowhere. till it has risen and hardened into mountain-loaves and island-cakes. which would have astonished the Geological Society of New Zealand some hundreds of thousands of years hence. When compared with your caresses. though Tom had not been to Cambridge—for. and the fire-giants to bake. For ye are living poems. And all the rest are dead. if he had. and turned into a fossil water-baby. and let him pick out the scent. O ye children! For I hear you at your play. foursquare brick of an English boy. Where thoughts are singing swallows. for the steam-giants to knead."—LONGFELLOW. hard. "Ye open the Eastern windows. straight or crooked. Bedonebyasyoudid. And the gladness of your looks? "Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said. by which means he never made a single mistake. "Come to me. that. Now. gnarly. . * * * * * * "For what are all our contrivings And the wisdom of our books. he came to the white lap of the great sea-mother. he would have certainly been senior wrangler—he was such a little dogged. CHAPTER VIII AND LAST HERE begins the never-to-be-too-much-studied account of the nine-hundredand-ninety-ninth part of the wonderful things which Tom saw on his journey to the Otherend-of-Nowhere. ten thousand fathoms deep. And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away.
and every moment he stumbled over dead shells. and seals. he came to the place called Stop. Well. which put him out of his path sadly. and in the middle it had no stomach and one eye. and then it spread all around. You are come after gold—I know you are. and with them it hovered over the steam which rushed up." "Gold! What is gold?" And really Tom did not know. as he walked along in the silence of the sea-twilight. and a thumping. which had been killed by the hot water. that before Tom had stood there five minutes he was buried in silt up to his ankles. But after a while Tom began to understand a little. that was all on one side. and as for its mouth. Tom had to walk round him three-quarters of a mile and more. as of all the steam-engines in the world at once. and sank again. rasped away the sides of the hole. and whales. when they steamed up through them against his wings. when he came near. that it was quite light at moments. and sneered: "I am too old to be taken in in that way. but: the suspicious old bogy would not believe him. that he jumped back again. "getting in my way?" and it tried to drop Tom: but he held on tight to its claws. wondering what was coming next. But. At last he stopped—thump! and found himself tight in the legs of the most wonderful bogy which he had ever seen. and from another copper. lying dead at the bottom. the whole piece of ground on which he stood was torn off and blown upwards. And there he stopped. as big as the sails of a windmill. it was a very strange beast. "What do you want here. the bogy smelt them with his nostrils. when he had got round. the water grew boiling-hot. and a roaring. and combed them and sorted them with his combs. and from another silver. he got such a rap on the nose from pebbles. and Tom could see almost up to the top of the water above. but no stranger than some dozens which you may see. for the steam. So Tom told him who he was.For. and covered in the dead fish so fast. as the vapours came up out of the hole. And for every wing above it had a leg below. and from another tin. and a pumping. and sharks. with a claw like a comb at the tip. as soon as he bent his head over the edge. he was aware of a hissing. thinking himself safer where he was. and down below into the pit for nobody knows how far. It had I don't know how many wings. And at last he came to the great sea-serpent himself." it cried quite peevishly. not that that hurt him in the least: but it also grew as foul as gruel. up which was rushing and roaring clear steam enough to work all the engines in the world at once. as the madreporiform tubercle in a star-fish is. and . indeed. as a ball hovers over the top of a fountain. and just in time. and hurled it up into the sea in a shower of mud and gravel and ashes. so clear. but that while he was thinking. and spread out in a ring like them. and. And the thing winked its one eye. and from another lead. And. and a nostril at the root. And perhaps he would have been. For. and began to be afraid that he should have been buried alive. as it rushed up. and fish. on the soft white ocean floor. For he was on the edge of a vast hole in the bottom of the sea. and then. From one wing fell gold-dust. and as he was too thick to scramble over. and away flew Tom a mile up through the sea. and what his errand was. they were changed into showers and streams of metal.
Letheby and Dr. Hassall cannot catch them. Very well. all of a sudden. youngster. and the territory of tuck. Next he saw all the little people in the world. and perhaps they were right. and longitude 108. But the fairies hide them out of the way in that country as fast as they can. they held an indignation meeting forthwith. and there he saw people digging and grubbing among them.so on. which I don't believe. and sell them at wakes and fairs and tuck-shops. and sloes. they call it there). For as fast as they hide away the old trash. and shot down the rushing cataract like a salmon at Ballisodare. But. much more like This-End-of-Somewhere than he had been in the habit of expecting. and thought themselves each as good as the President. and eat their way out at the other: by which time they will have got such stomach-aches as will cure them of poisoning little children. nor the Hills of the Chattermuch. like a fair fall with the hounds. and the hole was left empty in an instant: and then down rushed the water into the hole. And first he went through Waste-paper-land. like leaves in a winter wood. And next he came to the centre of Creation (the hub. about all the other little people in the world. and crabs. why then they were something else.21° south. where all the stupid books lie in heaps. when he got to the bottom. nor the Pump-lighter. somebody shut off the steam below. And there he found all the wise people instructing mankind in the science of spiritrapping. and sank into the soft mud. and hips and haws. as bold as Baron Munchausen. Then he went by the sea of slops. for every one knows his own business best. while their house was burning over their heads: and when Tom told them of the fire. to the mountain of messes. Let them go on. and of very little use it is. and thrashing chaff to save the dust of it. and full of deep cracks and holes choked with wind-fallen fruit. and all the nasty things which little children will eat. which lies in latitude 42. But that was all in his day's work. to make worse books out of bad ones. and away he went. as most other people do. to get down. nor the Narrow Narrow World. And. of course). for it was all made of bad toffee (not Everton toffee. and whinberries. into veins and cracks. so all he did was to say to Tom— "Now is your time. And all the rest of the little people in the world read the books. especially among children. he swam till he was washed on shore safe upon the Other-end-of-Nowhere. foolish and wicked people make fresh trash full of lime and poisonous paints. to his surprise. But Tom thought he would sooner have a jolly good fairy tale. Whereby it comes to pass that the rocks are full of metal. and make them begin at one corner of their shops. Dr. in such a whirlpool that the bogy spun round and round as fast as a teetotum.56° east. But the Fairy with the birch-rod will catch them all in time. and very hard work they have. about Jack the Giant-killer or Beauty and the Beast. though they are setting traps for them all day long. where the ground was very sticky. up hill and down dale. which taught him something that he didn't know already. if you are in earnest. writing all the little books in the world. and a very good trade they drove thereby. and unanimously determined to hang ." said Tom. and actually go and steal receipts out of old Madame Science's big book to invent poisons for little children. if they can get them. and green gooseberries." "You'll soon see. and he found it. probably because they had no great people to write about: and if the names of the books were not Squeeky. and hardened there. nor the Children's Twaddeday.
Tom's dog for coming into their country with gunpowder in his mouth. Tom couldn't help saying that though they did fancy they had carried all the wit away with them out of Lincolnshire two hundred years ago, yet if they had had one such Lincolnshire nobleman among them as good old Lord Yarborough, he would have called for the fire-engines before he hanged other people's dogs. But it was of no use, and the dog was hanged: and Tom couldn't even have his carcase; for they had abolished the have-his-carcase act in that country, for fear lest when rogues fell out, honest men should come by their own. And so they would have succeeded perfectly, as they always do, only that (as they also always do) they failed in one little particular, viz. that the dog would not die, being a water-dog, but bit their fingers so abominably that they were forced to let him go, and Tom likewise, as British subjects. Whereon they recommenced rapping for the spirits of their fathers; and very much astonished the poor old spirits were when they came, and saw how, according to the laws of Mrs. Bedonebyasyoudid, their descendants had weakened their constitution by hard living. Then came Tom to the Island of Polupragmosyne (which some call Rogues' Harbour; but they are wrong; for that is in the middle of Bramshill Bushes, and the county police have cleared it out long ago). There every one knows his neighbour's business better than his own; and a very noisy place it is, as might be expected, considering that all the inhabitants are ex officio on the wrong side of the house in the "Parliament of Man, and the Federation of the World"; and are always making wry mouths, and crying that the fairies' grapes were sour. There Tom saw ploughs drawing horses, nails driving hammers, birds' nests taking boys, books making authors, bulls keeping china-shops, monkeys shaving cats, dead dogs drilling live lions, blind brigadiers shelfed as principals of colleges, play-actors not in the least shelfed as popular preachers; and, in short, every one set to do something which he had not learnt, because in what he had learnt, or pretended to learn, he had failed. There stands the Pantheon of the Great Unsuccessful, from the builders of the Tower of Babel to those of the Trafalgar Fountains; in which politicians lecture on the constitutions which ought to have marched, conspirators on the revolutions which ought to have succeeded, economists on the schemes which ought to have made every one's fortune, and projectors on the discoveries which ought to have set the Thames on fire. There cobblers lecture on orthopedy (whatsoever that may be) because they cannot sell their shoes; and poets on Æsthetics (whatsoever that may be) because they cannot sell their poetry. There philosophers demonstrate that England would be the freest and richest country in the world, if she would only turn Papist again; penny-a-liners abuse the Times, because they have not wit enough to get on its staff; and young ladies walk about with lockets of Charles the First's hair (or of somebody else's, when the Jews' genuine stock is used up), inscribed with the neat and appropriate legend—which indeed is popular through all that land, and which, I hope, you will learn to translate in due time and to perpend likewise:— "Victrix causa diis placuit, sed victa puellis." When he got into the middle of the town, they all set on him at once, to show him his way; or rather, to show him that he did not know his way; for as for asking him what way he wanted to go, no one ever thought of that. But one pulled him hither, and another poked him thither, and a third cried— "You mustn't go west, I tell you; it is destruction to go west."
"But I am not going west, as you may see," said Tom. And another, "The east lies here, my dear; I assure you this is the east." "But I don't want to go east," said Tom. "Well, then, at all events, whichever way you are going, you are going wrong," cried they all with one voice—which was the only thing which they ever agreed about; and all pointed at once to all the thirty-and-two points of the compass, till Tom thought all the sign-posts in England had got together, and fallen fighting. And whether he would have ever escaped out of the town, it is hard to say, if the dog had not taken it into his head that they were going to pull his master in pieces, and tackled them so sharply about the gastrocnemius muscle, that he gave them some business of their own to think of at last; and while they were rubbing their bitten calves, Tom and the dog got safe away. On the borders of that island he found Gotham, where the wise men live; the same who dragged the pond because the moon had fallen into it, and planted a hedge round the cuckoo, to keep spring all the year. And he found them bricking up the town gate, because it was so wide that little folks could not get through. And, when he asked why, they told him they were expanding their liturgy. So he went on; for it was no business of his: only he could not help saying that in his country, if the kitten could not get in at the same hole as the cat, she might stay outside and mew. But he saw the end of such fellows, when he came to the island of the Golden Asses, where nothing but thistles grow. For there they were all turned into mokes with ears a yard long, for meddling with matters which they do not understand, as Lucius did in the story. And like him, mokes they must remain, till, by the laws of development, the thistles develop into roses. Till then, they must comfort themselves with the thought, that the longer their ears are, the thicker their hides; and so a good beating don't hurt them. Then came Tom to the great land of Hearsay, in which are no less than thirty and odd kings, beside half a dozen Republics, and perhaps more by next mail. And there he fell in with a deep, dark, deadly, and destructive war, waged by the princes and potentates of those parts, both spiritual and temporal, against what do you think? One thing I am sure of. That unless I told you, you would never know; nor how they waged that war either; for all their strategy and art military consisted in the safe and easy process of stopping their ears and screaming, "Oh, don't tell us!" and then running away. So when Tom came into that land, he found them all, high and low, man, woman, and child, running for their lives day and night continually, and entreating not to be told they didn't know what: only the land being an island, and they having a dislike to the water (being a musty lot for the most part), they ran round and round the shore for ever, which (as the island was exactly of the same circumference as the planet on which we have the honour of living) was hard work, especially to those who had business to look after. But before them, as bandmaster and fugleman, ran a gentleman shearing a pig; the melodious strains of which animal led them for ever, if not to conquest, still to flight; and kept up their spirits mightily with the thought that they would at least have the pig's wool for their pains. And running after them, day and night, came such a poor, lean, seedy, hard-worked old giant, as ought to have been cockered up, and had a good dinner given him, and a
good wife found him, and been set to play with little children; and then he would have been a very presentable old fellow after all; for he had a heart, though it was considerably overgrown with brains. He was made up principally of fish bones and parchment, put together with wire and Canada balsam; and smelt strongly of spirits, though he never drank anything but water: but spirits he used somehow, there was no denying. He had a great pair of spectacles on his nose, and a butterfly-net in one hand, and a geological hammer in the other; and was hung all over with pockets, full of collecting boxes, bottles, microscopes, telescopes, barometers, ordnance maps, scalpels, forceps, photographic apparatus, and all other tackle for finding out everything about everything, and a little more too. And, most strange of all, he was running not forwards but backwards, as fast as he could. Away all the good folks ran from him, except Tom, who stood his ground and dodged between his legs; and the giant, when he had passed him, looked down, and cried, as if he was quite pleased and comforted,— "What? who are you? And you actually don't run away, like all the rest?" But he had to take his spectacles off, Tom remarked, in order to see him plainly. Tom told him who he was; and the giant pulled out a bottle and a cork instantly, to collect him with. But Tom was too sharp for that, and dodged between his legs and in front of him; and then the giant could not see him at all. "No, no, no!" said Tom, "I've not been round the world, and through the world, and up to Mother Carey's haven, beside being caught in a net and called a Holothurian and a Cephalopod, to be bottled up by any old giant like you." And when the giant understood what a great traveller Tom had been, he made a truce with him at once, and would have kept him there to this day to pick his brains, so delighted was he at finding any one to tell him what he did not know before. "Ah, you lucky little dog!" said he at last, quite simply—for he was the simplest, pleasantest, honestest, kindliest old Dominie Sampson of a giant that ever turned the world upside down without intending it—"ah, you lucky little dog! If I had only been where you have been, to see what you have seen!" "Well," said Tom, "if you want to do that, you had best put your head under water for a few hours, as I did, and turn into a water-baby, or some other baby, and then you might have a chance." "Turn into a baby, eh? If I could do that, and know what was happening to me for but one hour, I should know everything then, and be at rest. But I can't; I can't be a little child again; and I suppose if I could, it would be no use, because then I should know nothing about what was happening to me. Ah, you lucky little dog!" said the poor old giant. "But why do you run after all these poor people?" said Tom, who liked the giant very much. "My dear, it's they that have been running after me, father and son, for hundreds and hundreds of years, throwing stones at me till they have knocked off my spectacles fifty times, and calling me a malignant and a turbaned Turk, who beat a Venetian and traduced the State—goodness only knows what they mean, for I never read poetry—and hunting
behind before. and then I should catch no more new species. and now when I look at it." And on went the giant. and pulled out his pocket-magnifier. I suppose I am not a man of the world. is my motto. till he ran into the steeple of the great idol temple (for they are all idolaters in those parts. of course. "Dear me! This is even more important! Here is a cognate species to that which Macgilliwaukie Brown insists is confined to the Buddhist temples of Little Thibet. and let them come up to you?" "Why. "Well. being in none the better humour for having their temple smashed for the sake of three obscure species of Podurella. While all I want is to be friends with them." thought Tom. Whereon (as was to be expected) the roof caved in bodily. I go the faster. and must go backwards. "No. he poked and peered among the falling stones." "But why don't you turn round and tell them so?" "Because I can't. like rabbits out of a burrow when a ferret goes in. it may be only a variety produced by difference of climate!" And having bagged his bat. This is most important!" And down he sat on the nave of the temple (not being a man of the world) to examine his Podurellæ. and on he went. and knocked the upper half clean off. for out of the dust flew a bat. But little he cared. le Roi des Papillons (though he. and cried— "An entirely new Oniscus. Do the duty which lies nearest you. Now I must go on. for as soon as the ruins of the steeple were well between his legs. up he got. and shifted his spectacles. all the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me. at least nine new species have escaped me. You see. and to tell them something to their advantage. and I have thriven by it for some hundred years. smashing the idols." "But why don't you stop. my dear. and should grow rusty and mouldy. Dear me. like Mr." . else they would never be afraid of giants). and catch the first beetle you come across.me round and round—though catch me they can't. only think. while all the people ran." "Don't care?" said Tom. and a Buddhist bat. hurting himself horribly about the small of the back. and die. Joseph Ady: only somehow they are so strangely afraid of hearing it. and the giant had him in a moment. "this is a very pretty quarrel. I am one of the sons of Epimetheus. for every time I go over the same ground. is given to hasty inductions) says is confined to the limits of the Glacial Drift. But. and sending the priests flying out of doors and windows. like a bull in a china-shop. with a good deal to be said on both sides. and have no tact. and three obscure Podurellæ! Besides a moth which M. while I have been talking to you. If I did. like all Frenchmen. they say: though what it is I don't know. my dear. But it is no business of mine. and don't care. and grow the bigger. But he never heeded. And I don't intend to do that. for I have a destiny before me. if I am to go at all.
beet and mangold wurzel. "Can you tell me the distance between α Lyræ and β Camelopardis?" And another. turn into little children. women. the Isle of Laputa. and so on. "How long would it take a school-inspector of average activity to tumble head over heels from London to York?" And another. till one would have thought they were all trying for . and had the original sow by the right ear. which you will never have. And when Tom came near it. "What was the name of Mutius Scævola's thirteenth cousin's grandmother's maid's cat?" And another. or they.S. "What is the latitude and longitude of Snooksville. in the days of the great traveller Captain Gulliver. and the people ran round after the giant. "Can you show me how to extract this square root?" And another. unless you be a baby. and children. provided you can only keep on continually being a baby. in half a dozen different languages at once. and half of them burst and decayed. he found nothing but turnips and radishes. "Can you show me how to correct this hopelessly corrupt passage of Graidiocolosyrtus Tabenniticus. "I can't learn my lesson. to their great idol Examination— "I can't learn my lesson: the examiner's coming!" And that was the only song which they knew. "Can you tell me the name of a place that nobody ever heard of. he began to hear words among the noise. on one side of which was inscribed. in Noman's County. at which he was so shocked that he would not stay to see what was written on the other side. where nothing ever happened. in a country which has not been discovered yet?" And another. as Shakespeare says (and therefore it must be true)— "Jack shall have Gill Nought shall go ill The man shall have his mare again. on the cause why crocodiles have no tongues?" And so on. which was called. all heads and no bodies. matters not. And then. the land. because he was a water-baby. and all go well. Oregon. and they are running unto this day for aught I know. But Mrs. which was the Tomtoddies' song which they sing morning and evening. or do not know. And when Tom got on shore the first thing he saw was a great pillar. or drowning kittens: but when he came nearer still.And no more it was. Then he looked round for the people of the island: but instead of men. Those which were left began crying to Tom. do come and help me!" And one cried. or the air. without a single green leaf among them. or both. he heard such a grumbling and grunting and growling and wailing and weeping and whining that he thought people must be ringing little pigs. "Playthings not allowed here". U. and all of them badly spoken.?" And another. and all night too. with toadstools growing out of them. Bedonebyasyoudid has named it over again the Isle of Tomtoddies. and so on. whether of the water. and will run till either he. or cropping puppies' ears." Then Tom came to a very famous island. So the giant ran round after the people.
and get birds' nests. early development. or cornetcies in the heavy dragoons. nor any officers in the army. and might have been so still if they had been only left to grow up like human beings. "You see. they didn't know that: all they knew was the examiner was coming. and split and shrank till nothing was left of him but rind and water. and still their foolish parents actually pick the leaves off them as fast as they grow. and says that I must go in for general information. working. lest they should have anything green about them. working. and Sunday lessons all Sunday. the more he forgot. for as fast as I learn things I forget them again. instead of letting them pick flowers." . So my mamma says that my intellect is not adapted for methodic science. with the Bible in his hand. and never knew that the reason why it couldn't learn or hardly even speak was. everything seven times over. and their bodies grew small. and send to the dark cupboard instead of to the doctor. and they were all changed into turnips. and put up a long inscription over his tomb about his wonderful talents. and the more water ran out of him. and at last he stumbled over a respectable old stick lying half covered with earth. and the more he listened. for it belonged to good Roger Ascham in old time. So he told him prettily enough. and unparalleled precocity. that he was longing to ask the meaning of it. and enough as good as a feast—till their brains grew big.tide-waiters' places. the unhappy turnip streamed down all over with juice. while the poor turnip listened very carefully. "Can you tell me anything at all about anything you like?" "About what?" says Tom." Tom told him that he did not know general information. Tom thought he was crying: but it was only his poor brains running away. working. But. who were beating a wretched little radish. and weekly examinations every Saturday. only he had a friend once that went for a drummer: but he could tell him a great many strange things which he had seen in his travels. that there was a great worm inside it eating out all its brains. the turnip's parents were highly delighted. and had carved on its head King Edward the Sixth. Well." said the stick. but their foolish fathers and mothers. Tom was so puzzled and frightened with all he saw. "About anything you like. and yearly examinations every year. and then handed over to me. for he thought he might be taken up for killing the turnip. for sullenness and obstinacy and wilful stupidity. But even they are no foolisher than some hundred score of papas and mammas. and considered him a saint and a martyr. But a very stout and worthy stick it was. and dance round the gooseberry bush. as little children should. with little but water inside. whereat Tom ran away in a fright. "And what good on earth will it do you if I did tell you?" quoth Tom. who fetch the rod when they ought to fetch a new toy. kept them always at lessons. Were they not a foolish couple? But there was a still more foolish couple next to them. Then Tom stumbled on the hugest and softest nimblecomequick turnip you ever saw filling a hole in a crop of swedes. on the contrary. and as Tom talked. from being worked so hard. and make dirt-pies. and monthly examinations every month. as if once was not enough. and it cried to him. no bigger than my thumb. learning week-day lessons all week-days. "there were as pretty little children once as you could wish to see.
But when he got near. that Tom ran for his life. Bedonebyasyoudid had taken away the epitaph about talents and precocity and development. and marbles. Don't you see how their legs have turned to roots and grown into the ground. if they tried. which was more than the poor little turnips had. Bedonebyasyoudid has promised me—I shall have the thrashing of him: and if I don't lay it on with a will it's a pity. and laying them on little children's shoulders. and shouted so loud to Tom. he looked so big and burly and dictatorial. "What are you crying for?" said Tom. and the dog too. . for he was somewhat minded to face this same Examiner-of-all-Examiners. and through keyholes. to come and be examined. where the folks were all heathens." "It would be no use. singing:— "Farewell. "if dear Mrs. crammed themselves so fast to be ready for the Examiner. Will help a lad of sense through thin and thick. downstairs. and can go down chimneys. and ninepins. and crying bitterly. till the place sounded like Aldershot on a field-day. examining all little boys. And really it was time. and put up one of her own instead which Tom thought much more sensible:— "Instruction sore long time I bore. Tomtoddies all." So Tom jumped into the sea. And there he found a little boy sitting in the middle of the road. "They can't play now. like the Scribes and Pharisees of old. and Tom thought he should be blown into the air. and so forth. dog and all. So you had better get away. in their hurry and fright. Doasyouwouldbedoneby knew of it she would send them a lot of tops. for the poor turnips. and set him to examine all the other dogs. and not touching the same with one of his fingers."Ah!" said Tom. But Mrs. binding heavy burdens and grievous to be borne. And cramming was in vain. or he will examine you and your dog into the bargain. by never taking any exercise. who came striding among the poor turnips. And next he came to Oldwivesfabledom. But when he is thrashed—so Mrs. and worshipped a howling ape. I warn you. There is no escaping out of his hands. upstairs. and make them all as jolly as sand-boys. and swam on his way. Till heaven did please my woes to ease With water on the brain. with rithmetick. in my lady's chamber. but sapping and moping always in the same place? But here comes the Examiner-of-all-Examiners. and the little boys' tutors likewise. for his nose is nine thousand miles long. and you to examine all the other water-babies. and a fine house to live in. and balls. for he had plenty of money." Tom went off: but rather slowly and surlily. though he was as wise a man as you will meet in a month of Sundays. I thank my stars That nought I know save those three royal r's: Reading and riting sure." said the stick. that they burst and popped by dozens all round him. As he went down to the shore he passed the poor turnip's new tomb." Whereby you may see that Tom was no poet: but no more was John Bunyan.
but I don't feel that it has made any impression. and then he touched a spring in the thunderbox. And at that his poor heathen papa and mamma were as much delighted as if they had found a gold mine. and fell down upon their knees before the Powwow man. with his thunderbox under his arm. very sturdily. and the mother was as pretty a lady as ever had pinched feet like a Chinese. and wore two swords and a blue button. and danced corrobory like any black fellow. And a very good-natured gentleman and lady they were. by the laws of Mrs. as ever served Her Majesty at Portland. shouted. But he only thanked Tom very civilly. and roar. the pole stuck to their shoulders. my little dear—eh? I'll do that for you. and cried "Boo!" Tom ran at him in return." quoth Tom. with such a horrid din. roared. it was boiling pitch. I'll make an impression on you! Yah! Boo! Whirroo! Hullabaloo!" And he rattled. stamped." "You're another. raved. and fainted right away. graceless. stamp on him. Tom was a little frightened at first. and set the . brandished his thunderbox. But he soon saw his mistake: for Grimes always looked a man in the face. naughty. and when he sneezed."Because I am not as frightened as I could wish to be. and cried "Boo!" likewise. clatter. though they were heathens. they had chosen to do a foolish thing just once too often. and which. that the little boy turned up the whites of his eyes. and teach them not to frighten their little children into fits? "Now. "that is very kind of you. clank. roll. and this fellow never did. And a well-fed. for he thought it was Grimes." said the Powwow man to Tom. and cried on till his papa and mamma came. it was fire and smoke. if you want to be frightened. he thought were fit and proper to use himself. but carried him on willynilly." "Not frightened? You are a queer little chap: but. reprobate boy. and out popped turnip-ghosts and magic-lanthorns and pasteboard bogies and spring-heeled Jacks. they had to go on doing it whether they chose or not. rattle. therefore. it was squibs and crackers. and talked quite pleasantly to Tom about his travels. Bedonebyasyoudid. ill-favoured gentleman he was. and some of it was sure to stick. here goes—Boo!" "Ah. Ah! don't you wish that some one would go and convert those poor heathens. "Here we are again!" cried he. And when the man ran at him. my little dear? For I can see plainly that you are a very wicked. fettle him over the head with a brick. like the clown in a pantomime. And when he spoke. and sallaballas. so. punch him. till the Powwow man arrived. as Sinbad carried the old man of the sea: which was a pitiable sight to see. thumped. But you see. right in his face. and when he cried (which he did whenever it paid him). and sent off for the Powwow man immediately. "wouldn't you like to be frightened. "So you can't feel frightened. yelled. and gave him a palanquin with a pole of solid silver and curtains of cloth of gold." said the little boy. or anything else whatsoever which would give him the slightest comfort. in fine long words which he had heard other folk use. and carried him about in it on their own backs: but as soon as they had taken him up. for the father was a very brave officer. then." Tom offered to upset him. and they could not set him down any more. till the coming of the Cocqcigrues.
indeed. and the wind was twisting them up to make cloud-patterns. and destroy my precious and invaluable thunderbox. till they had worked between them the loveliest wedding veil of Chantilly lace. thunderbox and all. However. for she knew they would pay her back honestly. Besides. for aught that I ever saw. as it has not yet been discovered. "Help! thieves! murder! fire! He is going to kill me! I am a ruined man! He will murder me. burn. and then you will have no more thunder-showers in the land. who. till he saw running toward him. hard-hearted. impudent. But he did not mind that a bit. At which. each more wonderful than the last. ought to be). while the good old sea never grudged. Tom was not astonished. and their truncheons.little dog upon him. . Help! help! help!" At which the papa and mamma and all the people of Oldwivesfabledom flew at Tom. or burn him with. burn him!" and so forth: but luckily they had nothing to shoot. without arms. and take a walk in the neighbouring park to improve his spirits. for the fairies had hid all the killing-tackle out of the way a little while before. and ran for his life. with a "Woof!" like an old sow on the common. and shouting "Stop!" three or four people. "Oh. and filled up with rubble between the walls. and break. when the foremost truncheon came up and asked his business. much bigger. so they could only pelt him with stones. after innumerable adventures. or legs. and the truncheon looked at it in the oddest fashion. and—what is most surprising—a little uglier than a certain new lunatic asylum. for he had been doing no harm. hang. being quite full of the spirit of justice (as all policemen. Grimes inside it. And there the sun was drawing water out of the sea to make steam-threads. No. in order that any gentleman who has been confined during Her Majesty's pleasure may be unconfined during his own pleasure. considering—and considering—and considering— And at last. kick him. he saw before him a huge building. whichever way he put himself. and all went well with the great steam-loom. when they came nearer. he was very glad when he was safe out of the country. shoot him. because he was a water-baby. So the sun span. and poke himself. were nothing else than policemen's truncheons. screaming. Neither was he frightened. He was long past that. till it was a wonder why he did not tumble over. a hundred times. So he stopped. called Leaveheavenalone. so that when he looked at anything. and at his legs the dog went. and some of the stones went clean through him. for he had one eye in the middle of his upper end. and. he had seen the naviculæ in the water move nobody knows how. for the noise there made him all but deaf. or anything to stand in their stead. the wicked. and hung it up in their own Crystal Palace for any one to buy who could afford it. the fellow turned tail. hang him. after an hour's light and wholesome labour with his dinner-fork or one of the legs of his iron bedstead. shouting. if you will believe it. and having a strange fancy that he might find Mr. graceless boy! Beat him. but. at least—or. for the holes closed up again as fast as they were made. running along without legs or arms. he was always in a position of stable equilibrium. he had to slope himself. and the wind wove. wondering what it was. Tom walked towards this great building. The walls of this building were built on an entirely different principle. being quite stiff. as is likely. which need not be described. he showed Mother Carey's pass. Then he came to a very quiet place. any part of any other building whatsoever—is cased with nine-inch brick inside and out. and came out the other side. but not built quite of the same materials. drown him. None of it.
And there the truncheon knocked twice. of course." Tom had got his answer. "Come along: but it will be of no use. perhaps to look over his prison-lists. "Because we are not like those clumsy-made truncheons in the land-world. which cannot go without having a whole man to carry them about." Tom looked up at the enormous wall. burn him." "Grimes?" said the blunderbuss. but it was not a-light." "Then why have you a thong to your handle?" asked Tom. "If you please. and gave him such a shove behind as sent him up to the roof in no time." said he at last. Grimes. and wondered how he should ever get up: but. sir. 345. and Tom started back a little at the sight of him. though he was pulling at it with all his might. "What case is this?" he asked in a deep voice. and do it very well. But he was surprised to see that the soot did not stick to his feet. his radical humours were of a moist and cold nature. and out looked a tremendous old brass blunderbuss charged up to the muzzle with slugs. and ugly. stuck poor Mr. hard-hearted."All right—pass on. And he pulled in his muzzle." it said. though I say it who should not. as you may read at large in Lemnius. and told him his errand. with his little dog under his arm. till he met another truncheon. and very sooty they were. A wicket in the door opened. And there he walked along the leads. And then he added: "I had better go with you. who knew as much as they could. who was the porter. And at last they came to chimney No. after a while. and Tom thought the chimneys must want sweeping very much. Out of the top of it. which seemed at least ninety miles high. which were lying about in plenty. and thinks about nothing but beer and pipes. it is no case. . when he hinted that to the truncheon. of course." So they walked along over the leads. being a water-baby. which are not allowed here. the master-sweep. and bleared. and other gentlemen." And Tom had no objection. 345. Neither did the live coals. We do our own work for ourselves. and had no more to say. "Grimes is up chimney No. For it whisked round. and no man can know more. And in his mouth was a pipe. "To hang ourselves up by. for. to prevent tripping itself up—for the thong had got loose in running—and marched on by Tom's side. it settled the matter in a moment. till they came up to the great iron door of the prison. "Very good. so the truncheon coiled its thong neatly round its handle. or dirty them in the least. out of his broad bell mouth. Van Helmont. when we are off duty. his head and shoulders just showing. with its own head. young man. only a young gentleman from her ladyship. so sooty." he said from inside. that Tom could hardly bear to look at him. "So the young gentleman had better go on to the roof. "Why have you no policeman to carry you?" asked Tom. foul-mouthed fellow I have in charge. for such company was both respectable and safe. who wants to see Grimes. Cardan. He is the most unremorseful.
and kept grumbling. "here is a gentleman come to see you. and took no notice of the personal insult. and looked very wicked). and that I can't get either. "you know. you spiteful little atomy?" Tom assured him he had not. for they were stuck fast in the chimney. hitting Grimes such a crack over the head with itself. and never get my pipe." he said. And. leaning itself up against the chimney and looking on. Grimes? Mayn't I try ." "Oh. Now he was forced to attend. and he will find it out."Attention. that's all past and gone. "My pipe won't draw. I do believe. "don't think about me. nor my beer. it started bolt upright—Attention!—and made such a low bow. His heart is so cold that it freezes everything that comes near him. when you behaved to him in the very same way. and good times and bad times and all times pass over. when the truncheon saw her. and attend!" said the truncheon. Mr. it must have tumbled on its end. it's my fault. yes." "Keep a civil tongue. "why." interposed the truncheon. plain enough. Did I ask to be brought here into the prison? Did I ask to be set to sweep your foul chimneys? Did I ask to have lighted straw put under me to make me go up? Did I ask to stick fast in the very first chimney of all. before he has done with me. like a well-trained policeman as it was." said Grimes. it is no use." "Oh. that if it had not been full of the spirit of justice. My pipe won't draw." "I'll get you one." The truncheon leant back against the chimney. and probably hurt its one eye. "No more did Tom. "of course it's me. that his brains rattled inside like a dried walnut in its shell. He tried to get his hands out." said Grimes." said Tom. though he was ready enough to avenge any transgression against morality or order." said the truncheon. of course. it's Tom! I suppose you have come here to laugh at me. and popped up just like Punch. I hope. "Hey!" he said." But Mr. "But can't I help you in any other way? Can't I help you to get out of this chimney?" said Tom. And Tom made his bow too. Grimes only said bad words." said the truncheon. and rub the place: but he could not. let alone a man?" "No. Everything's always my fault. "I don't want anything except beer. "It's no use. Bedonebyasyoudid. "No. You will see that presently. and a light to this bothering pipe. and he took up a live coal (there were plenty lying about) and put it to Grimes' pipe: but it went out instantly. if my arms were only free. "he has come to the place where everybody must help themselves. "Now don't go to hit me again" (for the truncheon started upright. ma'am." It was Mrs. "Oh. you daren't hit me then." answered a solemn voice behind. because it was so shamefully clogged up with soot? Did I ask to stay here—I don't know how long—a hundred years. But may not I help poor Mr. nor nothing fit for a beast. and that I can't get. Grimes. but only wanted to help him. "I tell you.
No more was it too late. "I have told you before what it was. and never feared the face of man. But I'm beat now. you kind little chap. The hail's coming on soon. and how he turned into a water-baby. Grimes. till his pipe dropped out of his mouth. it's like so much warm rain: but then it turns to hail over my head." she said. in her little school there in Vendale. "Oh. It was your mother's tears. "Ah!" said Grimes. and it will beat the eyes out of your little head. but your cold heart froze it into hail. how different I would go on! But it's too late now. and little I heeded it. and Grimes . "Never too late. to help you. that Tom half fancied she was her sister. and foul I am. as poor Grimes cried and blubbered on. if it hadn't been for me and my bad ways." Then Grimes was silent awhile. to see the clear beck. And then he tried to wipe Mr. Grimes' face: but the soot would not come off. and how she could not abide the sight of a chimneysweep." "What hail?" "Why. For." "That hail will never come any more. those which she shed when she prayed for you by her bedside. that's old enough to be your father. and the yew-hedge. and the apple-orchard. dear!" he said. and then he looked very sad. as an Irishwoman said to me once. and beat I must be. and will weep no more for her graceless son. and the chimney crumbled down. for they washed the soot off his face and off his clothes. "good reason she had to hate the sight of a chimney-sweep. but you'd best be off. and that's truth. And he began crying and blubbering like a great baby. "Oh. and then how kind she was. nor of worse neither. his own tears did what his mother's could not do. Foul I would be. and now it's too late—too late!" said Mr. and nobody's on earth could do for him. and she was so beautiful for the moment. So Tom pulled and tugged at the bricks: but he could not move one. if I was but a little chap in Vendale again. I've made my bed. and Tom's could not do." said the fairy. "I have come all this way. I ran away from her and took up with the sweeps. hail that falls every evening here." said Grimes. and I never there to speak to her! Ah! a good woman she was. till it comes close to me." And he cried so bitterly that Tom began crying too.and get some of these bricks away. that he may move his arms?" "You may try. through all these terrible places. It's all my own fault: but it's too late. "you are a good-natured forgiving little chap." "Did she keep the school in Vendale?" asked Tom. and knocks me about like small shot. and broke all to bits. nor sent her a penny to help her. But she is gone to heaven now." "You had best leave me alone. and." said the strange lady. and don't stand to look at a man crying. and I must lie on it. So you go along. and now I am of no use at all. "So my old mother's gone. and might have been a happy one. and then they washed the mortar away from between the bricks. and never let her know where I was. And then he told Grimes all the story of his going to her house. in such a strange soft new voice that Tom looked up at her. dear. of course.
"And now. whether you knew it or not. But come out and take your chance. if you bid me not. he looked as clean and respectable as a master-sweep need look. and wiser than me. and into a worse place still you go. I've fared ill enough with that as yet. "your work here is done." "If I'd only known. I know too well also. and really. "Take him away. though you did not know it was me. disobey me again. ma'am. and Tom looked up too. and was going to hit him on the crown a tremendous thump. foul they will be?" Grimes looked up. now the steam has stopped blowing?" "I will take you up the backstairs: but I must bandage your eyes first. Every bad word that you said—every cruel and mean thing that you did—every time that you got tipsy—every day that you went dirty—you were disobeying me. ma'am?" "Get him to sweep out the crater of Etna. ma'am——" "You knew well enough that you were disobeying something. Up jumped the truncheon. ma'am. bring them all to me. "but how am I to get up that great hole again. "Will you obey me if I give you a chance?" "As you please. Grimes. who will teach him his business: but mind." "Be it so then—you may come out." "And what is he to do. and drive him down again like a cork into a bottle. for I'm beat. for I never allow anybody to see those backstairs of mine." "I should be glad enough to go." said the fairy to Tom. Perhaps it may be your last. looking as meek as a drowned worm. and there is an earthquake in consequence. and I shall investigate the case very severely. and that's the truth. if it had not been for the scars on his face. So whatever your ladyship pleases to order me. And. "I gave you your warning then: but you gave it yourself a thousand times before and since. You may as well go back again. You're stronger than me—that I know too well. But remember. Those that will be foul. And for aught I know. but I never disobeyed you that I know of.began to get out of it." said Tom. he will find some very steady men working out their time there." "I beg pardon." "Never saw me? Who said to you." So Grimes stepped out of the chimney." . ma'am. "and give him his ticket-of-leave. for the voice was that of the Irishwoman who met them the day that they went out together to Harthover. But the strange lady put it aside." said she to the truncheon." "I am sure I shall not tell anybody about them. if that crater gets choked again. he is sweeping the crater of Etna to this very day." So the truncheon marched off Mr. or do not know. as for being my own master. I never had the honour of setting eyes upon you till I came to these ugly quarters.
requisite backstairs. and statesmen offering you place and power. and the rich men emptying their purses before you."Aha! So you think. Brandan's Isle reflected double in the still broad silver sea. invaluable backstairs. economical backstairs. cosmopolitan backstairs. if you like—only tell us the secret of the backstairs. king. and St. practical backstairs. Mrs. and beatify. probable backstairs. "Now. and the water sang among the caves: the sea-birds sang as they streamed out into the ocean. &c. we will make you lord. good-natured backstairs. which no man is going to tell you. even if we cannot get up it. and his mouth too. orthodox backstairs. humane backstairs. he was not meant to do. and not understanding them the least. as. The wind sang softly in the cedars. coveted backstairs. potent backstairs. and we will be your slaves. "you are safe up the stairs. lie at the foot of it. laddie?" Tom thought so certainly. high and sharp against the rosy dawn. The first thing which Tom saw was the black cedars. all-but-omnipotent backstairs. there could be no doubt that he was safe up the backstairs. comprehensive backstairs. when he looked round him. Save us from the consequences of our own actions. indeed. 'Only tell us the great backstairs secret. and." she said. "But why do they want so to know about the backstairs?" asked he. accommodating backstairs. and obeying. But you would soon forget your promise if you got back into the land-world. deductive backstairs. my little man. So come—now I must bandage your eyes. if people only once found out that you had been up my backstairs. and glorify. For thousands of years we have been paying. Bedonebyasyoudid!' Do not you think that you would be a little tempted then to tell what you know. and the . aristocratic backstairs. For. and translate. as he thought. emperor. precious backstairs. gentlemanlike backstairs. But. and apotheotise you likewise. reasonable backstairs. moved a single step. and the land-birds as they built among the boughs. whatsoever they may be. respectable backstairs. or you either. pope. demonstrable backstairs. and cry— 'Oh. "That I shall not tell you." So she tied the bandage on his eyes with one hand. irrefragable backstairs. logical backstairs. and young and old. on the chance of your knowing something about the backstairs. long-sought backstairs. archbishop. necessary backstairs. we will honour. commercial backstairs. well-bred backstairs. backstairs. and in spite of all our disappointments. crying to you. I never put things into little folks' heads which are but too likely to come there of themselves. and adore. rich and poor. bishop. and with the other she took it off. being a little frightened at the long words. credible backstairs. that we may all go on pilgrimage to it. for he had not. ladylike backstairs. you would have all the fine ladies kneeling to you. and could smuggle us up them. and petting. for the plain reason that no man knows. and worshipping quacks who told us they had the key of the backstairs." Tom opened his eyes very wide. comfortable backstairs. and from the cruel fairy.
who are you. for I have been sitting here waiting for you many a hundred years. but you are grown quite beautiful now!" "To you. after all?" "You are our dear Mrs. as they slumbered in the shade." they said.air was so full of song that it stirred St. and sang their morning hymn amid their dreams. and Ellie looked at him." said Tom. At last they heard the fairy say: "Attention. "Then look at me once more. And so they thought they had been." she said." said she. and neither spoke nor stirred. Brandan and his hermits. and behold it was Ellie." said the fairy. indeed. So he stood and looked at Ellie. And what was the song which she sang? Ah. "how you are grown!" "Oh." said he. "Look again. "But you are grown quite young again. Are you never going to look at me again?" "We have been looking at you all this while. "Perhaps I may be grown. "I have had time enough. my little man. And when they came to her she looked up. and you will learn some day to sing it yourself. "how you are grown too!" And no wonder. he could think of nothing but Ellie. "But look again. without needing any man to teach you. children. and yet all of them at once. looking down. and keep your eye single. and they liked the employment so much that they stood and looked for seven years more. and she into a beautiful woman. "Oh. with her chin upon her hand. Miss Ellie. they were both quite grown up—he into a tall man. They looked—and both of them cried out at once. Doasyouwouldbedoneby. for he had found out something which made him very happy. there sat upon a rock the most graceful creature that ever was seen. and yet frightened him more than all that he had ever seen. and your hands clean. But have patience. in a very low. and paddling with her feet in the water. Tom. solemn voice. Bedonebyasyoudid." said the fairy." said she. you are good Mrs. for it was the song of a young girl's voice. but he had seen so much in his travels that he had quite given up being astonished. "My name is written in my eyes. I am too old to sing that song. and. till I thought you were never coming. But among all the songs one came across the water more sweet and clear than all. and you too young to understand it." "You are the Irishwoman who met me the day I went to Harthover!" And when they looked she was neither of them. "Oh." "No. And as Tom neared the island." "Many a hundred years?" thought Tom. and they moved their good old lips." "To you. if you have eyes to see it there." "You are Mother Carey." .
under the rank of a prince or a princess? "And Tom's dog?" Oh. for they were dazzled. and they never get into the clear rivers. and he is now a great man of science. and steam-engines. their skulls grow flat. as the light changes in a diamond. "Now read my name. and rifled guns. soft eyes. you may see him any clear night in July. and. clear. And that is the end of my story. and their tails grow long. MORAL And now. for one moment. and sometimes on week-days. and their brains grow small. as new brooms sweep clean." said she. and hid their faces in their hands. my dear little man. much less into the great wide sea. their jaws grow out. And her eyes flashed. underneath the sea. at last. and so come to a bad end. so that they had to take him down and put Tom's dog up in his place. but hang about in dirty ponds. Therefore. because he has done the thing he did not like. and can plan railroads. for the old dog-star was so worn out by the last three hot summers that there have been no dog-days since. that the sticklebacks may prick them in their poor little stomachs. "And of course Tom married Ellie?" My dear child. I am not exactly sure which: but one thing. as they deserve to do.And they looked into her great. not yet. and will not learn their lessons and keep themselves clean. young things. deep. at least. though they are not learned enough to tell you now). what should we learn from this parable? We should learn thirty-seven or thirty-nine things. and eat worms. except why a hen's egg don't turn into a crocodile. smiling. and electric telegraphs. "Not yet. . For these efts are nothing else but the water-babies who are stupid and dirty. white. we may hope for some warm weather this year. Ellie. and they lose all their ribs (which I am sure you would not like to do). and live in the mud. and two or three other little things which no one will know till the coming of the Cocqcigrues. and so forth. and their skins grow dirty and spotted. therefore (as comparative anatomists will tell you fifty years hence. we may learn. and that is this—when we see efts in the pond." said she. and become fit to go with you and be a man. "You may take him home with you now on Sundays. and they changed again and again into every hue. or catch them with crooked pins. too. or put them into vivariums with sticklebacks." So Tom went home with Ellie on Sundays. and knows everything about everything. what a silly notion! Don't you know that no one ever marries in a fairy tale. But that is no reason why you should ill-use them: but only why you should pity them. and make them jump out of the glass into somebody's work-box. blazing light: but the children could not read her name. He has won his spurs in the great battle. And all this from what he learnt when he was a water-baby. never to throw stones at them. and then she turned to Ellie.
that this is all a fairy tale. that they do no good—any more than some thousands of their betters. You know they won't? Very well. do you learn your lessons. and their jaws grow smaller. I daresay you know best. by Charles Kingsley and Warwick Goble *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WATER-BABIES *** ***** This file should be named 25564-h. somehow. and if I am not quite right. lazy. They never did anybody any harm. some folks have a great liking for those poor little efts. & R. even if it is true. with good Bishop Butler. something better is. and they will turn into water-babies again.zip ***** This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: . and thank God that you have plenty of cold water to wash in. and wash in it too. and become something better once more. and try to amend. as long as you stick to hard work and cold water. somewhen. Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Edinburgh. and their ribs come back. like a true Englishman. two hours. they are "sae sair hadden doun. On page 6. perhaps. and what with pike. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Water-Babies. that they may have another chance. And then. For. and some folks can't help hoping. the word "piert" was retained. that it is a wonder how they live. if they work very hard and wash very hard all that time.and be kind to them. THE END Printed in Great Britain by R. and what with naughty boys. and after that perhaps into grown men. and their only fault is. and their tails wither off.htm or 25564-h. But remember always. A table of contents was designed for this html edition. or could if they tried. LIMITED. and twenty-one minutes (for aught that appears to the contrary)." as the Scotsmen say. dirty. therefore. CLARK.423 years. as I told you at first. But you see. their brains may grow bigger. and be ashamed of their nasty. and hope that some day they will wake up. you are not to believe a word of it. if my story is not true. and what with sticklebacks. somewhere. then after 379. to make things fair and even. and only fun and pretence: and. still you will be. But what with ducks. if they do so. nine months. thirteen days. stupid life. and perhaps after that into land-babies. Meanwhile. and what with water-beetles.
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