the hills, and some but of
yesterday, and none finished; and all
the ends of it were open, so that you could go in from every side.
Yet it was in good
repair, and all the chimneys smoked.
Jack went in through the gable; and there was one room after
another, all bare, but all furnished in part, so that a man could
dwell there; and in each there was a fire burning, where a man
could warm himself, and a table spread where he might eat. But
Jack saw
nowhere any living creature; only the bodies of some
stuffed.
"This is a
hospitable house," said Jack; "but the ground must be
quaggy
underneath, for at every step the building quakes."
He had gone some time in the house, when he began to be hungry.
Then he looked at the food, and at first he was afraid; but he
bared the sword, and by the shining of the sword, it seemed the
food was honest. So he took the courage to sit down and eat, and
he was refreshed in mind and body.
"This is strange," thought he, "that in the house of sorcery there
should be food so wholesome."
As he was yet eating, there came into that room the appearance of
his uncle, and Jack was afraid because he had taken the sword. But
his uncle was never more kind, and sat down to meat with him, and
praised him because he had taken the sword. Never had these two
been more
pleasantly together, and Jack was full of love to the
man.
"It was very well done," said his uncle, "to take the sword and
come yourself into the House of Eld; a good thought and a brave
deed. But now you are satisfied; and we may go home to dinner arm
in arm."
"Oh, dear, no!" said Jack. "I am not satisfied yet."
"How!" cried his uncle. "Are you not warmed by the fire? Does not
this food
sustain you?"
"I see the food to be wholesome," said Jack; "and still it is no
proof that a man should wear a gyve on his right leg."
Now at this the appearance of his uncle gobbled like a turkey.
"Jupiter!" cried Jack, "is this the sorcerer?"
His hand held back and his heart failed him for the love he bore
his uncle; but he heaved up the sword and smote the appearance on
the head; and it cried out aloud with the voice of his uncle; and
fell to the ground; and a little bloodless white thing fled from
the room.
The cry rang in Jack's ears, and his knees smote together, and
conscience cried upon him; and yet he was strengthened, and there
woke in his bones the lust of that enchanter's blood. "If the
gyves are to fall," said he, "I must go through with this, and when
I get home I shall find my uncle dancing."
So he went on after the bloodless thing. In the way, he met the
appearance of his father; and his father was incensed, and railed
upon him, and called to him upon his duty, and bade him be home,
while there was yet time. "For you can still," said he, "be home
by
sunset; and then all will be
forgiven."
"God knows," said Jack, "I fear your anger; but yet your anger does
not prove that a man should wear a gyve on his right leg."
And at that the appearance of his father gobbled like a turkey.
"Ah, heaven," cried Jack, "the sorcerer again!"
The blood ran
backward in his body and his joints rebelled against
him for the love he bore his father; but he heaved up the sword,
and plunged it in the heart of the appearance; and the appearance
cried out aloud with the voice of his father; and fell to the
ground; and a little bloodless white thing fled from the room.
The cry rang in Jack's ears, and his soul was darkened; but now
rage came to him. "I have done what I dare not think upon," said
he. "I will go to an end with it, or
perish. And when I get home,
I pray God this may be a dream, and I may find my father dancing."
So he went on after the bloodless thing that had escaped; and in
the way he met the appearance of his mother, and she wept. "What
have you done?" she cried. "What is this that you have done? Oh,
come home (where you may be by bedtime) ere you do more ill to me
and mine; for it is enough to smite my brother and your father."
"Dear mother, it is not these that I have
smitten," said Jack; "it
was but the enchanter in their shape. And even if I had, it would
not prove that a man should wear a gyve on his right leg."
And at this the appearance gobbled like a turkey.
He never knew how he did that; but he swung the sword on the one
side, and clove the appearance through the midst; and it cried out
aloud with the voice of his mother; and fell to the ground; and
with the fall of it, the house was gone from over Jack's head, and
he stood alone in the woods, and the gyve was loosened from his
leg.
"Well," said he, "the enchanter is now dead, and the
fetter gone."
But the cries rang in his soul, and the day was like night to him.
"This has been a sore business," said he. "Let me get forth out of
the wood, and see the good that I have done to others."
He thought to leave the
fetter where it lay, but when he turned to
go, his mind was
otherwise. So he stooped and put the gyve in his
bosom; and the rough iron galled him as he went, and his bosom
bled.
Now when he was forth of the wood upon the
highway, he met folk
returning from the field; and those he met had no
fetter on the
right leg, but, behold! they had one upon the left. Jack asked
them what it signified; and they said, "that was the new wear, for
the old was found to be a superstition". Then he looked at them
nearly; and there was a new ulcer on the left ankle, and the old
one on the right was not yet healed.
"Now, may God
forgive me!" cried Jack. "I would I were well home."
And when he was home, there lay his uncle
smitten on the head, and
his father pierced through the heart, and his mother cloven through
the midst. And he sat in the lone house and wept beside the
bodies.
MORAL.
Old is the tree and the fruit good,
Very old and thick the wood.
Woodman, is your courage stout?
Beware! the root is wrapped about
Your mother's heart, your father's bones;
And like the mandrake comes with groans.
IX - THE FOUR REFORMERS.
FOUR reformers met under a
bramble bush. They were all agreed the
world must be changed. "We must
abolish property," said one.
"We must
abolish marriage," said the second.
"We must
abolish God," said the third.
"I wish we could
abolish work," said the fourth.
"Do not let us get beyond practical politics," said the first.
"The first thing is to reduce men to a common level."
"The first thing," said the second, "is to give freedom to the
sexes."
"The first thing," said the third, "is to find out how to do it."
"The first step," said the first, "is to
abolish the Bible."
"The first thing," said the second, "is to
abolish the laws."
"The first thing," said the third, "is to
abolish mankind."
X. - THE MAN AND HIS FRIEND.
A MAN quarrelled with his friend.
"I have been much deceived in you," said the man.
And the friend made a face at him and went away.
A little after, they both died, and came together before the great
white Justice of the Peace. It began to look black for the friend,
but the man for a while had a clear
character and was getting in
good spirits.
"I find here some record of a quarrel," said the justice, looking
in his notes. "Which of you was in the wrong?"
"He was," said the man. "He spoke ill of me behind my back."
"Did he so?" said the justice. "And pray how did he speak about
your neighbours?"
"Oh, he had always a nasty tongue," said the man.
"And you chose him for your friend?" cried the justice. "My good
fellow, we have no use here for fools."
So the man was cast in the pit, and the friend laughed out aloud in
the dark and remained to be tried on other charges.
XI. - THE READER.
"I NEVER read such an
impious book," said the reader, throwing it
on the floor.
"You need not hurt me," said the book; "you will only get less for
me second hand, and I did not write myself."
"That is true," said the reader. "My quarrel is with your author."
"Ah, well," said the book, "you need not buy his rant."
"That is true," said the reader. "But I thought him such a
cheerful writer."
"I find him so," said the book.
"You must be
differently made from me," said the reader.
"Let me tell you a fable," said the book. "There were two men
wrecked upon a desert island; one of them made believe he was at
home, the other admitted - "
"Oh, I know your kind of fable," said the reader. "They both
died."
"And so they did," said the book. "No doubt of that. And
everybody else."
"That is true," said the reader. "Push it a little further for
this once. And when they were all dead?"
"They were in God's hands, the same as before," said the book.
"Not much to boast of, by your account," cried the reader.
"Who is
impious now?" said the book.
And the reader put him on the fire.
The
coward crouches from the rod,
And loathes the iron face of God.
XII. - THE CITIZEN AND THE TRAVELLER.
"LOOK round you," said the citizen. "This is the largest market in
the world."
"Oh, surely not," said the traveller.
"Well, perhaps not the largest," said the citizen, "but much the
best."
"You are certainly wrong there," said the traveller. "I can tell
you . . ."
They buried the stranger at the dusk.
XIII. - THE DISTINGUISHED STRANGER.
ONCE upon a time there came to this earth a
visitor from a
neighbouring
planet. And he was met at the place of his
descent by
a great
philosopher, who was to show him everything.
First of all they came through a wood, and the stranger looked upon
the trees. "Whom have we here?" said he.
"These are only vegetables," said the
philosopher. "They are
alive, but not at all interesting."
"I don't know about that," said the stranger. "They seem to have
very good manners. Do they never speak?"
"They lack the gift," said the
philosopher.
"Yet I think I hear them sing," said the other.
"That is only the wind among the leaves," said the
philosopher. "I
will explain to you the theory of winds: it is very interesting."
"Well," said the stranger, "I wish I knew what they are thinking."
"They cannot think," said the
philosopher.
"I don't know about that," returned the stranger: and then, laying
his hand upon a trunk: "I like these people," said he.
"They are not people at all," said the
philosopher. "Come along."
Next they came through a
meadow where there were cows.
"These are very dirty people," said the stranger.
"They are not people at all," said the
philosopher; and he
explained what a cow is in
scientific words which I have forgotten.
"That is all one to me," said the stranger. "But why do they never
look up?"
"Because they are graminivorous," said the
philosopher; "and to
live upon grass, which is not highly nutritious, requires so close
an attention to business that they have no time to think, or speak,
or look at the
scenery, or keep themselves clean."