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mustbeverydifferenttoallthis."
Oh,whydidEvepluckthefruit
fromthetreeofknowledge?
whydidAdameattheforbiddenfruit?
"
thoughttheking'
sson:
"
ifIhadbeenthereitwouldneverhave
happened,andtherewouldhavebeennosinintheworld."
Thegarden
ofparadiseoccupiedallhisthoughtstillhereachedhis
seventeenthyear.
Onedayhewaswalkingaloneinthewood,whichwashisgreatest
pleasure,wheneveningcameon.Thecloudsgathered,andtherain
poureddownasiftheskyhadbeenawaterspout;
anditwasasdarkas
thebottomofawellatmidnight;
sometimesheslippedoverthesmooth
grass,orfelloverstonesthatprojectedoutoftherockyground.
Everythingwasdrippingwithmoisture,andthepoorprincehadnot
adrythreadabouthim.Hewasobligedatlasttoclimbovergreat
blocksofstone,withwaterspurtingfromthethickmoss.Hebegan
tofeelquitefaint,whenheheardamostsingularrushingnoise,
andsawbeforehimalargecave,fromwhichcameablazeoflight.
Inthemiddleofthecaveanimmensefirewasburning,andanoble
stag,withitsbranchinghorns,wasplacedonaspitbetweenthe
trunksoftwopine-trees.Itwasturningslowlybeforethefire,and
anelderlywoman,aslargeandstrongasifshehadbeenamanin
disguise,satby,throwingonepieceofwoodafteranotherintothe
flames.
Comein,"
shesaidtotheprince;
sitdownbythefireanddry
yourself."
Thereisagreatdraughthere,"
saidtheprince,asheseated
himselfontheground.
Itwillbeworsewhenmysonscomehome,"
repliedthewoman;
you
arenowinthecavernoftheWinds,andmysonsarethefourWinds
ofheaven:
canyouunderstandthat?
Whereareyoursons?
askedtheprince.
Itisdifficulttoanswerstupidquestions,"
saidthewoman.
Mysonshaveplentyofbusinessonhand;
theyareplayingat
shuttlecockwiththecloudsupyonderintheking'
shall,"
andshe
pointedupwards.
Oh,indeed,"
saidtheprince;
butyouspeakmoreroughlyand
harshlyandarenotsogentleasthewomenIamusedto."
Yes,thatisbecausetheyhavenothingelsetodo;
butIam
obligedtobeharsh,tokeepmyboysinorder,andIcandoit,
althoughtheyaresohead-strong.Doyouseethosefoursacks
hangingonthewall?
Well,theyarejustasmuchafraidofthose
sacks,asyouusedtobeoftheratbehindthelooking-glass.Ican
bendtheboystogether,andputtheminthesackswithoutany
resistanceontheirparts,Icantellyou.Theretheystay,anddare
notattempttocomeoutuntilIallowthemtodoso.Andherecomes
oneofthem."
ItwastheNorthWindwhocamein,bringingwithhimacold,
piercingblast;
largehailstonesrattledonthefloor,and
snowflakeswerescatteredaroundinalldirections.Heworeabearskin
dressandcloak.Hissealskincapwasdrawnoverhisears,long
icicleshungfromhisbeard,andonehailstoneafteranotherrolled
fromthecollarofhisjacket.
Don'
tgotoonearthefire,"
saidtheprince,"
oryourhands
andfacewillbefrost-bitten."
Frost-bitten!
saidtheNorthWind,withaloudlaugh;
whyfrost
ismygreatestdelight.Whatsortofalittlesnipareyou,andhow
didyoufindyourwaytothecavernoftheWinds?
Heismyguest,"
saidtheoldwoman,"
andifyouarenot
satisfiedwiththatexplanationyoucangointothesack.Doyou
understandme?
Thatsettledthematter.SotheNorthWindbegantorelatehis
adventures,whencehecame,andwherehehadbeenforawholemonth.
Icomefromthepolarseas,"
hesaid;
IhavebeenontheBear'
s
IslandwiththeRussianwalrus-hunters.Isatandsleptatthehelmof
theirship,astheysailedawayfromNorthCape.SometimeswhenI
woke,thestorm-birdswouldflyaboutmylegs.Theyarecuriousbirds;
theygiveoneflapwiththeirwings,andthenontheiroutstretched
pinionssoarfaraway.
tmakesuchalongstoryofit,"
saidthemotherofthe
winds;
whatsortofaplaceisBear'
sIsland?
Averybeautifulplace,withafloorfordancingassmoothand
flatasaplate.Half-meltedsnow,partlycoveredwithmoss,sharp
stones,andskeletonsofwalrusesandpolar-bears,lieallabout,
theirgiganticlimbsinastateofgreendecay.Itwouldseemasif
thesunnevershonethere.Iblewgently,toclearawaythemist,
andthenIsawalittlehut,whichhadbeenbuiltfromthewoodofa
wreck,andwascoveredwiththeskinsofthewalrus,thefleshyside
outwards;
itlookedgreenandred,andontheroofsatagrowling
bear.ThenIwenttotheseashore,tolookafterbirds'
nests,and
sawtheunfledgednestlingsopeningtheirmouthsandscreamingfor
food.Iblewintothethousandlittlethroats,andquicklystopped
theirscreaming.Fartheronwerethewalruseswithpig'
sheads,and
teethayardlong,rollingaboutlikegreatworms.
Yourelateyouradventuresverywell,myson,"
saidthemother,
itmakesmymouthwatertohearyou.
Afterthat,"
continuedtheNorthWind,"
thehuntingcommenced.
Theharpoonwasflungintothebreastofthewalrus,sothatasmoking
streamofbloodspurtedforthlikeafountain,andbesprinkledthe
ice.ThenIthoughtofmyowngame;
Ibegantoblow,andsetmyown
ships,thegreaticebergssailing,sothattheymightcrushtheboats.
Oh,howthesailorshowledandcriedout!
butIhowledlouderthan
they.Theywereobligedtounloadtheircargo,andthrowtheir
chestsandthedeadwalrusesontheice.ThenIsprinkledsnowover
them,andleftthemintheircrushedboatstodriftsouthward,and
totastesaltwater.TheywillneverreturntoBear'
sIsland."
Soyouhavedonemischief,"
saidthemotheroftheWinds.
IshallleaveotherstotellthegoodIhavedone,"
hereplied.
ButherecomesmybrotherfromtheWest;
Ilikehimbestofall,
forhehasthesmelloftheseaabouthim,andbringsinacold,fresh
airasheenters."
IsthatthelittleZephyr?
Yes,itisthelittleZephyr,"
saidtheoldwoman;
butheisnot
littlenow.Inyearsgonebyhewasabeautifulboy;
nowthatisall
past."
Hecamein,lookinglikeawildman,andheworeaslouchedhatto
protecthisheadfrominjury.Inhishandhecarriedaclub,cut
fromamahoganytreeintheAmericanforests,notatrifletocarry.
Whencedoyoucome?
askedthemother.
Icomefromthewildsoftheforests,wherethethornybrambles
formthickhedgesbetweenthetrees;
wherethewater-snakeliesinthe
wetgrass,andmankindseemtobeunknown."
Whatwereyoudoingthere?
Ilookedintothedeepriver,andsawitrushingdownfromthe
rocks.Thewaterdropsmountedtothecloudsandglitteredinthe
rainbow.Isawthewildbuffaloswimmingintheriver,butthe
strongtidecarriedhimawayamidstaflockofwildducks,which
flewintotheairasthewatersdashedonwards,leavingthebuffaloto
behurledoverthewaterfall.Thispleasedme;
soIraisedastorm,
whichrootedupoldtrees,andsentthemfloatingdowntheriver."
Andwhatelsehaveyoudone?
askedtheoldwoman.
Ihaverushedwildlyacrossthesavannahs;
Ihavestrokedthe
wildhorses,andshakenthecocoa-nutsfromthetrees.Yes,Ihave
manystoriestorelate;
butIneednottelleverythingIknow.You
knowitallverywell,don'
tyou,oldlady?
Andhekissedhis
mothersoroughly,thatshenearlyfellbackwards.Oh,hewas,indeed,
awildfellow.
NowincametheSouthWind,withaturbanandaflowingBedouin
cloak.
Howcolditishere!
saidhe,throwingmorewoodonthefire.
ItiseasytofeelthattheNorthWindhasarrivedherebeforeme."
Whyitishotenoughheretoroastabear,"
saidtheNorthWind.
Youareabearyourself,"
saidtheother.
Doyouwanttobeputinthesack,bothofyou?
saidtheold
woman."
Sitdown,now,onthatstone,yonder,andtellmewhereyou
havebeen."
InAfrica,mother.IwentoutwiththeHottentots,whowere
lion-huntingintheKaffirland,wheretheplainsarecoveredwith
grassthecolorofagreenolive;
andhereIranraceswiththe
ostrich,butIsoonoutstrippedhiminswiftness.AtlastIcameto
thedesert,inwhichliethegoldensands,lookinglikethebottom
ofthesea.HereImetacaravan,andthetravellershadjustkilled
theirlastcamel,toobtainwater;
therewasverylittleforthem,and
theycontinuedtheirpainfuljourneybeneaththeburningsun,andover
thehotsands,whichstretchedbeforethemavast,boundlessdesert.
ThenIrolledmyselfintheloosesand,andwhirleditinburning
columnsovertheirheads.Thedromedarysstoodstillinterror,
whilethemerchantsdrewtheircaftansovertheirheads,andthrew
themselvesonthegroundbeforeme,astheydobeforeAllah,their
god.ThenIburied
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