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were growing, not small, but transparent, like something dissolving,
not in water, but in light. He could see the side of the blue cave
through her very heart. And she melted away till all that was left
was a pale face, like the moon in the morning, with two great lucid
eyes in it.
"I am going, Diamond," she said.
"Does it hurt you?" asked Diamond.
"It's very uncomfortable," she answered; "but I don't mind it,
for I shall come all right again before long. I thought I should
be able to go with you all the way, but I cannot. You must not be
frightened though. Just go straight on, and you will come all right.
You'll find me on the doorstep."
As she spoke, her face too faded quite away, only Diamond
thought he could still see her eyes shining through the blue.
When he went closer, however, he found that what he thought her
eyes were only two hollows in the ice. North Wind was quite gone;
and Diamond would have cried, if he had not trusted her so thoroughly.
So he sat still in the blue air of the cavern listening to the wash
and ripple of the water all about the base of the iceberg, as it
sped on and on into the open sea northwards. It was an excellent
craft to go with the current, for there was twice as much of it
below water as above. But a light south wind was blowing too,
and so it went fast.
After a little while Diamond went out and sat on the edge of his
floating island, and looked down into the ocean beneath him.
The white sides of the berg reflected so much light below the water,
that he could see far down into the green abyss. Sometimes he
fancied he saw the eyes of North Wind looking up at him from below,
but the fancy never lasted beyond the moment of its birth. And the time
passed he did not know how, for he felt as if he were in a dream.
When he got tired of the green water, he went into the blue cave;
and when he got tired of the blue cave he went out and gazed all
about him on the blue sea, ever sparkling in the sun, which kept
wheeling about the sky, never going below the horizon. But he
chiefly gazed northwards, to see whether any land were appearing.
All this time he never wanted to eat. He broke off little bits
of the berg now and then and sucked them, and he thought them
very nice.
At length, one time he came out of his cave, he spied far off on
the horizon, a shining peak that rose into the sky like the top
of some tremendousiceberg; and his vessel was bearing him straight
towards it. As it went on the peak rose and rose higher and higher
above the horizon; and other peaks rose after it, with sharp edges
and jagged ridges connecting them. Diamond thought this must be
the place he was going to; and he was right; for the mountains rose
and rose, till he saw the line of the coast at their feet and at
length the iceberg drove into a little bay, all around which were
lofty precipices with snow on their tops, and streaks of ice down
their sides. The berg floated slowly up to a projecting rock.
Diamond stepped on shore, and without looking behind him began to follow
a natural path which led windingly towards the top of the precipice.
When he reached it, he found himself on a broad table of ice,
along which he could walk without much difficulty. Before him,
at a considerable distance, rose a lofty ridge of ice, which shot up
into fantastic pinnacles and towers and battlements. The air was
very cold, and seemed somehow dead, for there was not the slightest
breath of wind.
In the centre of the ridge before him appeared a gap like the opening
of a valley. But as he walked towards it, gazing, and wondering
whether that could be the way he had to take, he saw that what had
appeared a gap was the form of a woman seated against the ice
front of the ridge, leaning forwards with her hands in her lap,
and her hair hanging down to the ground.
"It is North Wind on her doorstep," said Diamond joyfully,
and hurried on.
He soon came up to the place, and there the form sat, like one of
the great figures at the door of an Egyptian temple, motionless,
with drooping arms and head. Then Diamond grew frightened,
because she did not move nor speak. He was sure it was North Wind,
but he thought she must be dead at last. Her face was white as
the snow, her eyes were blue as the air in the ice-cave, and her
hair hung down straight, like icicles. She had on a greenish robe,
like the colour in the hollows of a glacier seen from far off.
He stood up before her, and gazed fearfully into her face for a few
minutes before he ventured to speak. At length, with a great effort
and a trembling voice, he faltered out--
"North Wind!"
"Well, child?" said the form, without lifting its head.
"Are you ill, dear North Wind?"
"No. I am waiting."
"What for?"
"Till I'm wanted."
"You don't care for me any more," said Diamond, almost crying now.
"Yes I do. Only I can't show it. All my love is down at the bottom
of my heart. But I feel it bubbling there."
"What do you want me to do next, dear North Wind?" said Diamond,
wishing to show his love by being obedient.
"What do you want to do yourself?"
"I want to go into the country at your back."
"Then you must go through me."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I mean just what I say. You must walk on as if I were an open door,
and go right through me."
"But that will hurt you."
"Not in the least. It will hurt you, though."
"I don't mind that, if you tell me to do it."
"Do it," said North Wind.
Diamond walked towards her instantly. When he reached her knees,
he put out his hand to lay it on her, but nothing was there save
an intense cold. He walked on. Then all grew white about him;
and the cold stung him like fire. He walked on still, groping through
the whiteness. It thickened about him. At last, it got into his heart,
and he lost all sense. I would say that he fainted--only whereas
in common faints all grows black about you, he felt swallowed up
in whiteness. It was when he reached North Wind's heart that he
fainted and fell. But as he fell, he rolled over the threshold,
and it was thus that Diamond got to the back of the north wind.
CHAPTER X
AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND
I HAVE now come to the most difficult part of my story. And why?
Because I do not know enough about it. And why should I not know
as much about this part as about any other part? For of course
I could know nothing about the story except Diamond had told it;
and why should not Diamond tell about the country at the back of
the north wind, as well as about his adventures in getting there?
Because, when he came back, he had forgotten a great deal,
and what he did remember was very hard to tell. Things there
are so different from things here! The people there do not speak
the same language for one thing. Indeed, Diamond insisted that
there they do not speak at all. I do not think he was right,
but it may well have appeared so to Diamond. The fact is, we have
different reports of the place from the most trustworthy people.
Therefore we are bound to believe that it appears somewhat different
to different people. All, however, agree in a general way about it.
I will tell you something of what two very different people have reported,
both of whom knew more about it, I believe, than Herodotus.
One of them speaks from his own experience, for he visited the country;
the other from the testimony of a young peasant girl who came back
from it for a month's visit to her friends. The former was a great
Italian of noble family, who died more than five hundred years ago;
the latter a Scotch shepherd who died not forty years ago.
The Italian, then, informs us that he had to enter that country
through a fire so hot that he would have thrown himself into
boiling glass to cool himself. This was not Diamond's experience,
but then Durante--that was the name of the Italian, and it means Lasting,
for his books will last as long as there are enough men in the world
worthy of having them--Durante was an elderly man, and Diamond was
a little boy, and so their experience must be a little different.
The peasant girl, on the other hand, fell fast asleep in a wood,
and woke in the same country.
In describing it, Durante says that the ground everywhere smelt sweetly,
and that a gentle, even-tempered wind, which never blew faster
or slower, breathed in his face as he went, making all the leaves
point one way, not so as to disturb the birds in the tops of
the trees, but, on the contrary, sounding a bass to their song.
He describes also a little river which was so full that its little waves,
as it hurried along, bent the grass, full of red and yellow flowers,
through which it flowed. He says that the purest stream in the world
beside this one would look as if it were mixed with something that did
not belong to it, even although it was flowing ever in the brown
shadow of the trees, and neither sun nor moon could shine upon it.
He seems to imply that it is always the month of May in that country.
It would be out of place to describe here the wonderful sights he saw,
for the music of them is in another key from that of this story,
and I shall therefore only add from the account of this traveller,
that the people there are so free and so just and so healthy,
that every one of them has a crown like a king and a mitre like
a priest.
The peasant girl--Kilmeny was her name--could not report such grand
things as Durante, for, as the shepherd says, telling her story
as I tell Diamond's--
"Kilmeny had been she knew not where,
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare;
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,
Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew.
But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung,
And the airs of heaven played round her tongue,
When she spoke of the lovely forms she had seen,
And a land where sin had never been;
A land of love and a land of light,
Withouten sun, or moon, or night;
Where the river swayed a living stream,
And the light a pure and cloudless beam:
The land of vision it would seem,
And still an everlasting dream."
The last two lines are the shepherd's own remark, and a matter
of opinion. But it is clear, I think, that Kilmeny must have described
the same country as Durante saw, though, not having his experience,
she could neither understand nor describe it so well.
Now I must give you such fragments of recollection as Diamond
was able to bring back with him.
When he came to himself after he fell, he found himself at the back
of the north wind. North Wind herself was nowhere to be seen.
Neither was there a vestige of snow or of ice within sight.
The sun too had vanished; but that was no matter, for there was
plenty of a certain still rayless light. Where it came from he
never found out; but he thought it belonged to the country itself.
Sometimes he thought it came out of the flowers, which were very bright,
but had no strong colour. He said the river--for all agree that there
is a river there--flowed not only through, but over grass: its channel,
instead of being rock, stones, pebbles, sand, or anything else,
was of pure meadow grass, not over long. He insisted that if it
did not sing tunes in people's ears, it sung tunes in their heads,
in proof of which I may mention that, in the troubles which followed,
Diamond was often heard singing; and when asked what he was singing,
would answer, "One of the tunes the river at the back of the north
wind sung." And I may as well say at once that Diamond never told
these things to any one but--no, I had better not say who it was;
but whoever it was told me, and I thought it would be well to write them
for my child-readers.
He could not say he was very happy there, for he had neither
not in water, but in light. He could see the side of the blue cave
through her very heart. And she melted away till all that was left
was a pale face, like the moon in the morning, with two great lucid
eyes in it.
"I am going, Diamond," she said.
"Does it hurt you?" asked Diamond.
"It's very uncomfortable," she answered; "but I don't mind it,
for I shall come all right again before long. I thought I should
be able to go with you all the way, but I cannot. You must not be
frightened though. Just go straight on, and you will come all right.
You'll find me on the doorstep."
As she spoke, her face too faded quite away, only Diamond
thought he could still see her eyes shining through the blue.
When he went closer, however, he found that what he thought her
eyes were only two hollows in the ice. North Wind was quite gone;
and Diamond would have cried, if he had not trusted her so thoroughly.
So he sat still in the blue air of the cavern listening to the wash
and ripple of the water all about the base of the iceberg, as it
sped on and on into the open sea northwards. It was an excellent
craft to go with the current, for there was twice as much of it
below water as above. But a light south wind was blowing too,
and so it went fast.
After a little while Diamond went out and sat on the edge of his
floating island, and looked down into the ocean beneath him.
The white sides of the berg reflected so much light below the water,
that he could see far down into the green abyss. Sometimes he
fancied he saw the eyes of North Wind looking up at him from below,
but the fancy never lasted beyond the moment of its birth. And the time
passed he did not know how, for he felt as if he were in a dream.
When he got tired of the green water, he went into the blue cave;
and when he got tired of the blue cave he went out and gazed all
about him on the blue sea, ever sparkling in the sun, which kept
wheeling about the sky, never going below the horizon. But he
chiefly gazed northwards, to see whether any land were appearing.
All this time he never wanted to eat. He broke off little bits
of the berg now and then and sucked them, and he thought them
very nice.
At length, one time he came out of his cave, he spied far off on
the horizon, a shining peak that rose into the sky like the top
of some tremendousiceberg; and his vessel was bearing him straight
towards it. As it went on the peak rose and rose higher and higher
above the horizon; and other peaks rose after it, with sharp edges
and jagged ridges connecting them. Diamond thought this must be
the place he was going to; and he was right; for the mountains rose
and rose, till he saw the line of the coast at their feet and at
length the iceberg drove into a little bay, all around which were
lofty precipices with snow on their tops, and streaks of ice down
their sides. The berg floated slowly up to a projecting rock.
Diamond stepped on shore, and without looking behind him began to follow
a natural path which led windingly towards the top of the precipice.
When he reached it, he found himself on a broad table of ice,
along which he could walk without much difficulty. Before him,
at a considerable distance, rose a lofty ridge of ice, which shot up
into fantastic pinnacles and towers and battlements. The air was
very cold, and seemed somehow dead, for there was not the slightest
breath of wind.
In the centre of the ridge before him appeared a gap like the opening
of a valley. But as he walked towards it, gazing, and wondering
whether that could be the way he had to take, he saw that what had
appeared a gap was the form of a woman seated against the ice
front of the ridge, leaning forwards with her hands in her lap,
and her hair hanging down to the ground.
"It is North Wind on her doorstep," said Diamond joyfully,
and hurried on.
He soon came up to the place, and there the form sat, like one of
the great figures at the door of an Egyptian temple, motionless,
with drooping arms and head. Then Diamond grew frightened,
because she did not move nor speak. He was sure it was North Wind,
but he thought she must be dead at last. Her face was white as
the snow, her eyes were blue as the air in the ice-cave, and her
hair hung down straight, like icicles. She had on a greenish robe,
like the colour in the hollows of a glacier seen from far off.
He stood up before her, and gazed fearfully into her face for a few
minutes before he ventured to speak. At length, with a great effort
and a trembling voice, he faltered out--
"North Wind!"
"Well, child?" said the form, without lifting its head.
"Are you ill, dear North Wind?"
"No. I am waiting."
"What for?"
"Till I'm wanted."
"You don't care for me any more," said Diamond, almost crying now.
"Yes I do. Only I can't show it. All my love is down at the bottom
of my heart. But I feel it bubbling there."
"What do you want me to do next, dear North Wind?" said Diamond,
wishing to show his love by being obedient.
"What do you want to do yourself?"
"I want to go into the country at your back."
"Then you must go through me."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I mean just what I say. You must walk on as if I were an open door,
and go right through me."
"But that will hurt you."
"Not in the least. It will hurt you, though."
"I don't mind that, if you tell me to do it."
"Do it," said North Wind.
Diamond walked towards her instantly. When he reached her knees,
he put out his hand to lay it on her, but nothing was there save
an intense cold. He walked on. Then all grew white about him;
and the cold stung him like fire. He walked on still, groping through
the whiteness. It thickened about him. At last, it got into his heart,
and he lost all sense. I would say that he fainted--only whereas
in common faints all grows black about you, he felt swallowed up
in whiteness. It was when he reached North Wind's heart that he
fainted and fell. But as he fell, he rolled over the threshold,
and it was thus that Diamond got to the back of the north wind.
CHAPTER X
AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND
I HAVE now come to the most difficult part of my story. And why?
Because I do not know enough about it. And why should I not know
as much about this part as about any other part? For of course
I could know nothing about the story except Diamond had told it;
and why should not Diamond tell about the country at the back of
the north wind, as well as about his adventures in getting there?
Because, when he came back, he had forgotten a great deal,
and what he did remember was very hard to tell. Things there
are so different from things here! The people there do not speak
the same language for one thing. Indeed, Diamond insisted that
there they do not speak at all. I do not think he was right,
but it may well have appeared so to Diamond. The fact is, we have
different reports of the place from the most trustworthy people.
Therefore we are bound to believe that it appears somewhat different
to different people. All, however, agree in a general way about it.
I will tell you something of what two very different people have reported,
both of whom knew more about it, I believe, than Herodotus.
One of them speaks from his own experience, for he visited the country;
the other from the testimony of a young peasant girl who came back
from it for a month's visit to her friends. The former was a great
Italian of noble family, who died more than five hundred years ago;
the latter a Scotch shepherd who died not forty years ago.
The Italian, then, informs us that he had to enter that country
through a fire so hot that he would have thrown himself into
boiling glass to cool himself. This was not Diamond's experience,
but then Durante--that was the name of the Italian, and it means Lasting,
for his books will last as long as there are enough men in the world
worthy of having them--Durante was an elderly man, and Diamond was
a little boy, and so their experience must be a little different.
The peasant girl, on the other hand, fell fast asleep in a wood,
and woke in the same country.
In describing it, Durante says that the ground everywhere smelt sweetly,
and that a gentle, even-tempered wind, which never blew faster
or slower, breathed in his face as he went, making all the leaves
point one way, not so as to disturb the birds in the tops of
the trees, but, on the contrary, sounding a bass to their song.
He describes also a little river which was so full that its little waves,
as it hurried along, bent the grass, full of red and yellow flowers,
through which it flowed. He says that the purest stream in the world
beside this one would look as if it were mixed with something that did
not belong to it, even although it was flowing ever in the brown
shadow of the trees, and neither sun nor moon could shine upon it.
He seems to imply that it is always the month of May in that country.
It would be out of place to describe here the wonderful sights he saw,
for the music of them is in another key from that of this story,
and I shall therefore only add from the account of this traveller,
that the people there are so free and so just and so healthy,
that every one of them has a crown like a king and a mitre like
a priest.
The peasant girl--Kilmeny was her name--could not report such grand
things as Durante, for, as the shepherd says, telling her story
as I tell Diamond's--
"Kilmeny had been she knew not where,
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare;
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,
Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew.
But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung,
And the airs of heaven played round her tongue,
When she spoke of the lovely forms she had seen,
And a land where sin had never been;
A land of love and a land of light,
Withouten sun, or moon, or night;
Where the river swayed a living stream,
And the light a pure and cloudless beam:
The land of vision it would seem,
And still an everlasting dream."
The last two lines are the shepherd's own remark, and a matter
of opinion. But it is clear, I think, that Kilmeny must have described
the same country as Durante saw, though, not having his experience,
she could neither understand nor describe it so well.
Now I must give you such fragments of recollection as Diamond
was able to bring back with him.
When he came to himself after he fell, he found himself at the back
of the north wind. North Wind herself was nowhere to be seen.
Neither was there a vestige of snow or of ice within sight.
The sun too had vanished; but that was no matter, for there was
plenty of a certain still rayless light. Where it came from he
never found out; but he thought it belonged to the country itself.
Sometimes he thought it came out of the flowers, which were very bright,
but had no strong colour. He said the river--for all agree that there
is a river there--flowed not only through, but over grass: its channel,
instead of being rock, stones, pebbles, sand, or anything else,
was of pure meadow grass, not over long. He insisted that if it
did not sing tunes in people's ears, it sung tunes in their heads,
in proof of which I may mention that, in the troubles which followed,
Diamond was often heard singing; and when asked what he was singing,
would answer, "One of the tunes the river at the back of the north
wind sung." And I may as well say at once that Diamond never told
these things to any one but--no, I had better not say who it was;
but whoever it was told me, and I thought it would be well to write them
for my child-readers.
He could not say he was very happy there, for he had neither
- horizon [hə´raizən]
n.地平线；范围；视野 (初中英语单词) - tremendous [tri´mendəs] a.可怕的；巨大的 (初中英语单词)
- vessel [´vesəl] n.容器；船；脉管 (初中英语单词)
- considerable [kən´sidərəbəl] a.重要的；值得重视 (初中英语单词)
- valley [´væli] n.谷；河谷；流域 (初中英语单词)
- egyptian [i´dʒipʃən] n.埃及人a.埃及的 (初中英语单词)
- temple [´tempəl] n.庙宇；寺院；太阳穴 (初中英语单词)
- instantly [´instəntli] ad.立即，立刻 (初中英语单词)
- peasant [´pezənt] n.农民；庄稼人 (初中英语单词)
- shepherd [´ʃepəd] n.牧羊人 vt.带领 (初中英语单词)
- italian [i´tæliən] a.意大利 n.意大利人 (初中英语单词)
- disturb [di´stə:b] vt.扰乱；使不安；打乱 (初中英语单词)
- contrary [´kɔntrəri] a.相反的 n.相反 (初中英语单词)
- stream [stri:m] n.河 vi.流出；飘扬 (初中英语单词)
- therefore [´ðeəfɔ:] ad.&conj.因此；所以 (初中英语单词)
- account [ə´kaunt] vi.说明 vt.认为 n.帐目 (初中英语单词)
- vision [´viʒən] n.视觉；想象力；幻影 (初中英语单词)
- meadow [´medəu] n.草地；牧场 (初中英语单词)
- transparent [træns´peərənt] a.透明的；显而易见的 (高中英语单词)
- cavern [´kævən] n.大山洞；大岩洞 (高中英语单词)
- ripple [´ripəl] n.涟漪 v.(使)起涟漪 (高中英语单词)
- bearing [´beəriŋ] n.举止；忍耐；关系 (高中英语单词)
- fantastic [fæn´tæstik] a.奇异的；荒谬的 (高中英语单词)
- hanging [´hæŋiŋ] n.绞刑 a.悬挂着的 (高中英语单词)
- hurried [´hʌrid] a.仓促的，慌忙的 (高中英语单词)
- intense [in´tens] a.强烈的；紧张的 (高中英语单词)
- testimony [´testiməni] n.证明；证据；表明 (高中英语单词)
- scotch [skɔtʃ] vt.&n.刻痕(于)；划伤 (高中英语单词)
- everlasting [,evə´lɑ:stiŋ] a.永久的，无尽的 (高中英语单词)
- recollection [,rekə´lekʃən] n.回忆；追想；记忆力 (高中英语单词)
- nowhere [´nəuweə] n.无处；不知道 (高中英语单词)
- whoever [hu:´evə] pron.任何人，无论谁 (高中英语单词)
- glacier [´glæsiə] n.冰河，冰川 (英语四级单词)
- elderly [´eldəli] a. 较老的，年长的 (英语四级单词)
- iceberg [´aisbə:g] n.冰山 (英语六级单词)
- greenish [´gri:niʃ] a.带绿色的 (英语六级单词)
- vestige [´vestidʒ] n.形迹；痕迹；遗迹 (英语六级单词)
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