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"Please take me. You cannot be cruel."
"No; I could not be cruel if I would. I can do nothing cruel,
although I often do what looks like cruel to those who do not know
what I really am doing. The people they say I drown, I only carry
away to--to--to--well, the back of the North Wind--that is what they
used to call it long ago, only I never saw the place."
"How can you carry them there if you never saw it?"
"I know the way."
"But how is it you never saw it?"
"Because it is behind me."
"But you can look round."
"Not far enough to see my own back. No; I always look before me.
In fact, I grow quite blind and deaf when I try to see my back.
I only mind my work."
"But how does it be your work?"
"Ah, that I can't tell you. I only know it is, because when I do it
I feel all right, and when I don't I feel all wrong. East Wind says--
only one does not exactly know how much to believe of what she says,
for she is very naughty sometimes--she says it is all managed
by a baby; but whether she is good or naughty when she says that,
I don't know. I just stick to my work. It is all one to me to
let a bee out of a tulip, or to sweep the cobwebs from the sky.
You would like to go with me to-night?"
"I don't want to see a ship sunk."
"But suppose I had to take you?"
"Why, then, of course I must go."
"There's a good Diamond.--I think I had better be growing a bit.
Only you must go to bed first. I can't take you till you're in bed.
That's the law about the children. So I had better go and do something
else first."
"Very well, North Wind," said Diamond. "What are you going
to do first, if you please?"
"I think I may tell you. Jump up on the top of the wall, there."
"I can't."
"Ah! and I can't help you--you haven't been to bed yet, you see.
Come out to the road with me, just in front of the coach-house, and I
will show you."
North Wind grew very small indeed, so small that she could not
have blown the dust off a dusty miller, as the Scotch children
call a yellow auricula. Diamond could not even see the blades
of grass move as she flitted along by his foot. They left the lawn,
went out by the wicket in the-coach-house gates, and then crossed
the road to the low wall that separated it from the river.
"You can get up on this wall, Diamond," said North Wind.
"Yes; but my mother has forbidden me."
"Then don't," said North Wind.
"But I can see over," said Diamond.
"Ah! to be sure. I can't."
So saying, North Wind gave a little bound, and stood on the top
of the wall. She was just about the height a dragon-fly would be,
if it stood on end.
"You darling!" said Diamond, seeing what a lovely little toy-woman
she was.
"Don't be impertinent, Master Diamond," said North Wind.
"If there's one thing makes me more angry than another, it is the way
you humans judge things by their size. I am quite as respectable
now as I shall be six hours after this, when I take an East
Indiaman by the royals, twist her round, and push her under.
You have no right to address me in such a fashion."
But as she spoke, the tiny face wore the smile of a great, grand woman.
She was only having her own beautiful fun out of Diamond, and true
woman's fun never hurts.
"But look there!" she resumed. "Do you see a boat with one man in it--
a green and white boat?"
"Yes; quite well."
"That's a poet."
"I thought you said it was a bo-at."
"Stupid pet! Don't you know what a poet is?"
"Why, a thing to sail on the water in."
"Well, perhaps you're not so far wrong. Some poets do carry
people over the sea. But I have no business to talk so much.
The man is a poet."
"The boat is a boat," said Diamond.
"Can't you spell?" asked North Wind.
"Not very well."
"So I see. A poet is not a bo-at, as you call it. A poet is
a man who is glad of something, and tries to make other people
glad of it too."
"Ah! now I know. Like the man in the sweety-shop."
"Not very. But I see it is no use. I wasn't sent to tell you,
and so I can't tell you. I must be off. Only first just look at
the man."
"He's not much of a rower" said Diamond--"paddling first with one
fin and then with the other."
"Now look here!" said North Wind.
And she flashed like a dragon-fly across the water, whose surface
rippled and puckered as she passed. The next moment the man
in the boat glanced about him, and bent to his oars. The boat
flew over the rippling water. Man and boat and river were awake.
The same instant almost, North Wind perched again upon the river wall.
"How did you do that?" asked Diamond.
"I blew in his face," answered North Wind. "I don't see how
that could do it," said Diamond. "I daresay not. And therefore
you will say you don't believe it could."
"No, no, dear North Wind. I know you too well not to believe you."
"Well, I blew in his face, and that woke him up."
"But what was the good of it?"
"Why! don't you see? Look at him--how he is pulling. I blew
the mist out of him."
"How was that?"
"That is just what I cannot tell you."
"But you did it."
"Yes. I have to do ten thousand things without being able to tell how."
"I don't like that," said Diamond.
He was staring after the boat. Hearing no answer, he looked down
to the wall.
North Wind was gone. Away across the river went a long ripple--
what sailors call a cat's paw. The man in the boat was putting up
a sail. The moon was coming to herself on the edge of a great cloud,
and the sail began to shine white. Diamond rubbed his eyes,
and wondered what it was all about. Things seemed going on around him,
and all to understand each other, but he could make nothing of it.
So he put his hands in his pockets, and went in to have his tea.
The night was very hot, for the wind had fallen again.
"You don't seem very well to-night, Diamond," said his mother.
"I am quite well, mother," returned Diamond, who was only puzzled.
"I think you had better go to bed," she added.
"Very well, mother," he answered.
He stopped for one moment to look out of the window. Above the
moon the clouds were going different ways. Somehow or other this
troubled him, but, notwithstanding, he was soon fast asleep.
He woke in the middle of the night and the darkness. A terrible
noise was rumbling overhead, like the rolling beat of great drums
echoing through a brazen vault. The roof of the loft in which he
lay had no ceiling; only the tiles were between him and the sky.
For a while he could not come quite awake, for the noise kept beating
him down, so that his heart was troubled and fluttered painfully.
A second peal of thunder burst over his head, and almost choked him
with fear. Nor did he recover until the great blast that followed,
having torn some tiles off the roof, sent a spout of wind down
into his bed and over his face, which brought him wide awake,
and gave him back his courage. The same moment he heard a mighty
yet musical voice calling him.
"Come up, Diamond," it said. "It's all ready. I'm waiting for you."
He looked out of the bed, and saw a gigantic, powerful, but most
lovely arm--with a hand whose fingers were nothing the less ladylike
that they could have strangled a boa-constrictor, or choked a tigress
off its prey--stretched down through a big hole in the roof.
Without a moment's hesitation he reached out his tiny one, and laid
it in the grand palm before him.
CHAPTER VI
OUT IN THE STORM
THE hand felt its way up his arm, and, grasping it gently and
strongly above the elbow, lifted Diamond from the bed. The moment
he was through the hole in the roof, all the winds of heaven
seemed to lay hold upon him, and buffet him hither and thither.
His hair blew one way, his night-gown another, his legs threatened
to float from under him, and his head to grow dizzy with the swiftness
of the invisibleassailant. Cowering, he clung with the other
hand to the huge hand which held his arm, and fear invaded his heart.
"Oh, North Wind!" he murmured, but the words vanished from his lips
as he had seen the soap-bubbles that burst too soon vanish from the
mouth of his pipe. The wind caught them, and they were nowhere.
They couldn't get out at all, but were torn away and strangled.
And yet North Wind heard them, and in her answer it seemed to Diamond
that just because she was so big and could not help it, and just
because her ear and her mouth must seem to him so dreadfully far away,
she spoke to him more tenderly and graciously than ever before.
Her voice was like the bass of a deep organ, without the groan in it;
like the most delicate of violin tones without the wail in it;
like the most glorious of trumpet-ejaculations without the defiance
in it; like the sound of falling water without the clatter and clash
in it: it was like all of them and neither of them--all of them
without their faults, each of them without its peculiarity:
after all, it was more like his mother's voice than anything else in
the world.
"Diamond, dear," she said, "be a man. What is fearful to you
is not the least fearful to me."
"But it can't hurt you," murmured Diamond, "for you're it."
"Then if I'm it, and have you in my arms, how can it hurt you?"
"Oh yes! I see," whispered Diamond. "But it looks so dreadful,
and it pushes me about so."
"Yes, it does, my dear. That is what it was sent for."
At the same moment, a peal of thunder which shook Diamond's heart
against the sides of his bosom hurtled out of the heavens:
I cannot say out of the sky, for there was no sky. Diamond had
not seen the lightning, for he had been intent on finding the face
of North Wind. Every moment the folds of her garment would sweep
across his eyes and blind him, but between, he could just persuade
himself that he saw great glories of woman's eyes looking down
through rifts in the mountainous clouds over his head.
He trembled so at the thunder, that his knees failed him, and he sunk
down at North Wind's feet, and clasped her round the column of her ankle.
She instantly stooped, lifted him from the roof--up--up into her bosom,
and held him there, saying, as if to an inconsolable child--
"Diamond, dear, this will never do."
"Oh yes, it will," answered Diamond. "I am all right now--
quite comfortable, I assure you, dear North Wind. If you will
only let me stay here, I shall be all right indeed."
"But you will feel the wind here, Diamond."
"I don't mind that a bit, so long as I feel your arms through it,"
answered Diamond, nestling closer to her grand bosom.
"Brave boy!" returned North Wind, pressing him closer.
"No," said Diamond, "I don't see that. It's not courage at all,
so long as I feel you there."
"But hadn't you better get into my hair? Then you would not feel
the wind; you will here."
"Ah, but, dear North Wind, you don't know how nice it is to feel
your arms about me. It is a thousand times better to have them
and the wind together, than to have only your hair and the back
of your neck and no wind at all."
"No; I could not be cruel if I would. I can do nothing cruel,
although I often do what looks like cruel to those who do not know
what I really am doing. The people they say I drown, I only carry
away to--to--to--well, the back of the North Wind--that is what they
used to call it long ago, only I never saw the place."
"How can you carry them there if you never saw it?"
"I know the way."
"But how is it you never saw it?"
"Because it is behind me."
"But you can look round."
"Not far enough to see my own back. No; I always look before me.
In fact, I grow quite blind and deaf when I try to see my back.
I only mind my work."
"But how does it be your work?"
"Ah, that I can't tell you. I only know it is, because when I do it
I feel all right, and when I don't I feel all wrong. East Wind says--
only one does not exactly know how much to believe of what she says,
for she is very naughty sometimes--she says it is all managed
by a baby; but whether she is good or naughty when she says that,
I don't know. I just stick to my work. It is all one to me to
let a bee out of a tulip, or to sweep the cobwebs from the sky.
You would like to go with me to-night?"
"I don't want to see a ship sunk."
"But suppose I had to take you?"
"Why, then, of course I must go."
"There's a good Diamond.--I think I had better be growing a bit.
Only you must go to bed first. I can't take you till you're in bed.
That's the law about the children. So I had better go and do something
else first."
"Very well, North Wind," said Diamond. "What are you going
to do first, if you please?"
"I think I may tell you. Jump up on the top of the wall, there."
"I can't."
"Ah! and I can't help you--you haven't been to bed yet, you see.
Come out to the road with me, just in front of the coach-house, and I
will show you."
North Wind grew very small indeed, so small that she could not
have blown the dust off a dusty miller, as the Scotch children
call a yellow auricula. Diamond could not even see the blades
of grass move as she flitted along by his foot. They left the lawn,
went out by the wicket in the-coach-house gates, and then crossed
the road to the low wall that separated it from the river.
"You can get up on this wall, Diamond," said North Wind.
"Yes; but my mother has forbidden me."
"Then don't," said North Wind.
"But I can see over," said Diamond.
"Ah! to be sure. I can't."
So saying, North Wind gave a little bound, and stood on the top
of the wall. She was just about the height a dragon-fly would be,
if it stood on end.
"You darling!" said Diamond, seeing what a lovely little toy-woman
she was.
"Don't be impertinent, Master Diamond," said North Wind.
"If there's one thing makes me more angry than another, it is the way
you humans judge things by their size. I am quite as respectable
now as I shall be six hours after this, when I take an East
Indiaman by the royals, twist her round, and push her under.
You have no right to address me in such a fashion."
But as she spoke, the tiny face wore the smile of a great, grand woman.
She was only having her own beautiful fun out of Diamond, and true
woman's fun never hurts.
"But look there!" she resumed. "Do you see a boat with one man in it--
a green and white boat?"
"Yes; quite well."
"That's a poet."
"I thought you said it was a bo-at."
"Stupid pet! Don't you know what a poet is?"
"Why, a thing to sail on the water in."
"Well, perhaps you're not so far wrong. Some poets do carry
people over the sea. But I have no business to talk so much.
The man is a poet."
"The boat is a boat," said Diamond.
"Can't you spell?" asked North Wind.
"Not very well."
"So I see. A poet is not a bo-at, as you call it. A poet is
a man who is glad of something, and tries to make other people
glad of it too."
"Ah! now I know. Like the man in the sweety-shop."
"Not very. But I see it is no use. I wasn't sent to tell you,
and so I can't tell you. I must be off. Only first just look at
the man."
"He's not much of a rower" said Diamond--"paddling first with one
fin and then with the other."
"Now look here!" said North Wind.
And she flashed like a dragon-fly across the water, whose surface
rippled and puckered as she passed. The next moment the man
in the boat glanced about him, and bent to his oars. The boat
flew over the rippling water. Man and boat and river were awake.
The same instant almost, North Wind perched again upon the river wall.
"How did you do that?" asked Diamond.
"I blew in his face," answered North Wind. "I don't see how
that could do it," said Diamond. "I daresay not. And therefore
you will say you don't believe it could."
"No, no, dear North Wind. I know you too well not to believe you."
"Well, I blew in his face, and that woke him up."
"But what was the good of it?"
"Why! don't you see? Look at him--how he is pulling. I blew
the mist out of him."
"How was that?"
"That is just what I cannot tell you."
"But you did it."
"Yes. I have to do ten thousand things without being able to tell how."
"I don't like that," said Diamond.
He was staring after the boat. Hearing no answer, he looked down
to the wall.
North Wind was gone. Away across the river went a long ripple--
what sailors call a cat's paw. The man in the boat was putting up
a sail. The moon was coming to herself on the edge of a great cloud,
and the sail began to shine white. Diamond rubbed his eyes,
and wondered what it was all about. Things seemed going on around him,
and all to understand each other, but he could make nothing of it.
So he put his hands in his pockets, and went in to have his tea.
The night was very hot, for the wind had fallen again.
"You don't seem very well to-night, Diamond," said his mother.
"I am quite well, mother," returned Diamond, who was only puzzled.
"I think you had better go to bed," she added.
"Very well, mother," he answered.
He stopped for one moment to look out of the window. Above the
moon the clouds were going different ways. Somehow or other this
troubled him, but, notwithstanding, he was soon fast asleep.
He woke in the middle of the night and the darkness. A terrible
noise was rumbling overhead, like the rolling beat of great drums
echoing through a brazen vault. The roof of the loft in which he
lay had no ceiling; only the tiles were between him and the sky.
For a while he could not come quite awake, for the noise kept beating
him down, so that his heart was troubled and fluttered painfully.
A second peal of thunder burst over his head, and almost choked him
with fear. Nor did he recover until the great blast that followed,
having torn some tiles off the roof, sent a spout of wind down
into his bed and over his face, which brought him wide awake,
and gave him back his courage. The same moment he heard a mighty
yet musical voice calling him.
"Come up, Diamond," it said. "It's all ready. I'm waiting for you."
He looked out of the bed, and saw a gigantic, powerful, but most
lovely arm--with a hand whose fingers were nothing the less ladylike
that they could have strangled a boa-constrictor, or choked a tigress
off its prey--stretched down through a big hole in the roof.
Without a moment's hesitation he reached out his tiny one, and laid
it in the grand palm before him.
CHAPTER VI
OUT IN THE STORM
THE hand felt its way up his arm, and, grasping it gently and
strongly above the elbow, lifted Diamond from the bed. The moment
he was through the hole in the roof, all the winds of heaven
seemed to lay hold upon him, and buffet him hither and thither.
His hair blew one way, his night-gown another, his legs threatened
to float from under him, and his head to grow dizzy with the swiftness
of the invisibleassailant. Cowering, he clung with the other
hand to the huge hand which held his arm, and fear invaded his heart.
"Oh, North Wind!" he murmured, but the words vanished from his lips
as he had seen the soap-bubbles that burst too soon vanish from the
mouth of his pipe. The wind caught them, and they were nowhere.
They couldn't get out at all, but were torn away and strangled.
And yet North Wind heard them, and in her answer it seemed to Diamond
that just because she was so big and could not help it, and just
because her ear and her mouth must seem to him so dreadfully far away,
she spoke to him more tenderly and graciously than ever before.
Her voice was like the bass of a deep organ, without the groan in it;
like the most delicate of violin tones without the wail in it;
like the most glorious of trumpet-ejaculations without the defiance
in it; like the sound of falling water without the clatter and clash
in it: it was like all of them and neither of them--all of them
without their faults, each of them without its peculiarity:
after all, it was more like his mother's voice than anything else in
the world.
"Diamond, dear," she said, "be a man. What is fearful to you
is not the least fearful to me."
"But it can't hurt you," murmured Diamond, "for you're it."
"Then if I'm it, and have you in my arms, how can it hurt you?"
"Oh yes! I see," whispered Diamond. "But it looks so dreadful,
and it pushes me about so."
"Yes, it does, my dear. That is what it was sent for."
At the same moment, a peal of thunder which shook Diamond's heart
against the sides of his bosom hurtled out of the heavens:
I cannot say out of the sky, for there was no sky. Diamond had
not seen the lightning, for he had been intent on finding the face
of North Wind. Every moment the folds of her garment would sweep
across his eyes and blind him, but between, he could just persuade
himself that he saw great glories of woman's eyes looking down
through rifts in the mountainous clouds over his head.
He trembled so at the thunder, that his knees failed him, and he sunk
down at North Wind's feet, and clasped her round the column of her ankle.
She instantly stooped, lifted him from the roof--up--up into her bosom,
and held him there, saying, as if to an inconsolable child--
"Diamond, dear, this will never do."
"Oh yes, it will," answered Diamond. "I am all right now--
quite comfortable, I assure you, dear North Wind. If you will
only let me stay here, I shall be all right indeed."
"But you will feel the wind here, Diamond."
"I don't mind that a bit, so long as I feel your arms through it,"
answered Diamond, nestling closer to her grand bosom.
"Brave boy!" returned North Wind, pressing him closer.
"No," said Diamond, "I don't see that. It's not courage at all,
so long as I feel you there."
"But hadn't you better get into my hair? Then you would not feel
the wind; you will here."
"Ah, but, dear North Wind, you don't know how nice it is to feel
your arms about me. It is a thousand times better to have them
and the wind together, than to have only your hair and the back
of your neck and no wind at all."
- height [hait]
n.高度；顶点；卓越 (初中英语单词) - instant [´instənt] a.立即的 n.紧迫；瞬间 (初中英语单词)
- overhead [´əuvə,hed] ad.当头 a.在头上的 (初中英语单词)
- thunder [´θʌndə] n.雷 vi.打雷 vt.吼出 (初中英语单词)
- musical [´mju:zikəl] a.音乐的；悦耳的 (初中英语单词)
- waiting [´weitiŋ] n.等候；伺候 (初中英语单词)
- gently [´dʒentli] ad.温和地；静静地 (初中英语单词)
- hither [´hiðə] ad.到此处 (初中英语单词)
- invisible [in´vizəbəl] a.看不见的；无形的 (初中英语单词)
- vanish [´væniʃ] vi.消失；消散；消灭 (初中英语单词)
- dreadfully [dredfuli] ad.可怕地；糟透地 (初中英语单词)
- delicate [´delikət] a.精美的；微妙的 (初中英语单词)
- glorious [´glɔ:riəs] a.光荣的；辉煌的 (初中英语单词)
- fearful [´fiəfəl] a.可怕的；担心的 (初中英语单词)
- lightning [´laitniŋ] n.闪电 a.突然的 (初中英语单词)
- intent [in´tent] a.专心致志的 n.意图 (初中英语单词)
- garment [´gɑ:mənt] n.衣服，外衣 (初中英语单词)
- column [´kɔləm] n.柱；柱状物；纵队 (初中英语单词)
- instantly [´instəntli] ad.立即，立刻 (初中英语单词)
- naughty [´nɔ:ti] a.顽皮的；下流的 (高中英语单词)
- scotch [skɔtʃ] vt.&n.刻痕(于)；划伤 (高中英语单词)
- forbidden [fə´bidn] forbid的过去分词 (高中英语单词)
- saying [´seiŋ, ´sei-iŋ] n.言语；言论；格言 (高中英语单词)
- seeing [si:iŋ] see的现在分词 n.视觉 (高中英语单词)
- hearing [´hiəriŋ] n.听力；听证会；审讯 (高中英语单词)
- notwithstanding [,nɔtwiθ´stændiŋ] prep.&conj.虽然；还是 (高中英语单词)
- gigantic [dʒai´gæntik] a.巨大的 (高中英语单词)
- hesitation [,hezi´teiʃən] n.犹豫，踌躇 (高中英语单词)
- buffet [´bʌfit, bʌ´fət] n.食品小卖部 v.打击 (高中英语单词)
- tenderly [´tendəli] ad.娇嫩地；柔和地 (高中英语单词)
- clatter [´klætə] n.&v.喧嚷；骚动 (高中英语单词)
- finding [´faindiŋ] n.发现物；判断；结果 (高中英语单词)
- miller [´milə] n.磨坊主；铣床(工) (英语四级单词)
- brazen [´breizən] a.黄铜制的；无耻的 (英语四级单词)
- assailant [ə´seilənt] n.攻击者 (英语四级单词)
- graciously [´greiʃəsli] ad.仁慈地，和蔼庄重地 (英语四级单词)
- violin [,vaiə´lin] n.(小)提琴 (英语四级单词)
- mountainous [´mauntinəs] a.山多的；巨大的 (英语四级单词)
- calling [´kɔ:liŋ] n.点名；职业；欲望 (英语六级单词)
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