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diff --git a/28352-h/28352-h.htm b/28352-h/28352-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f7d3274 --- /dev/null +++ b/28352-h/28352-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,3100 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> + +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> + <head> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> + <title> + The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Children's Longfellow, by Doris Hayman + </title> + <style type="text/css"> +/*<![CDATA[ XML blockout */ +<!-- +body{margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; + background-color:#FFFFFF; + } + + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; +} + +p { + margin-top: .75em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .75em; +} + +hr { + width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; + clear: both; +} + +a[name] { position: static; } +a:link {color:#0000ff; text-decoration:none; } +a:visited {color:#0000ff; text-decoration:none; } +a:hover { color:#ff0000; } + + +table { + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; +} + +.tocpg {text-align: right; vertical-align: bottom;} +.f1 { font-size:smaller; } +.f2 { margin-left:80%; } + +.pagenum { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */ + /* visibility: hidden; */ + position: absolute; + left: 92%; + font-size: smaller; + text-align: right; +} /* page numbers */ + +.center {text-align: center;} + +.smcap {font-variant: small-caps;} + + +/* Images */ +.figcenter { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; +} + +.figleft { + float: left; + clear: left; + margin-left: 0; + margin-bottom: 0em; + margin-top: 0.25em; + margin-right: 0.25em; + padding: 0; + text-align: center; +} + + +/* Poetry */ +.poem { + margin-left:10%; + margin-right:10%; + text-align: left; +} + +.poem br {display: none;} + +.poem .stanza {margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;} + +.poem span.i0 { + display: block; + margin-left: 0em; + padding-left: 3em; + text-indent: -3em; +} + +.poem span.i2 { + display: block; + margin-left: 2em; + padding-left: 3em; + text-indent: -3em; +} + +.poem span.i4 { + display: block; + margin-left: 4em; + padding-left: 3em; + text-indent: -3em; +} + +/* XML end ]]>*/ + </style> + </head> +<body> + + +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Children's Longfellow, by Doris Hayman + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Children's Longfellow + Told in Prose + +Author: Doris Hayman + +Release Date: March 18, 2009 [EBook #28352] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CHILDREN'S LONGFELLOW *** + + + + +Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, D Alexander, Juliet +Sutherland, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team +at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="500" height="628" alt="Illustration" /></div> +<p> </p> +<h1> +THE CHILDREN'S<br /> +LONGFELLOW</h1> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h4>TOLD IN PROSE BY</h4> + +<h2>DORIS HAYMAN</h2> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h3><i>ILLUSTRATED</i></h3> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/seal.jpg" alt="Seal" width="50" height="41" /></div> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2><span class="smcap">Graham & Matlack</span></h2> + +<h4><span class="smcap">New York.</span></h4> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<table summary="Contents"> +<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg f1">PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#LONGFELLOWS_POEMS_IN_PROSE">Introduction</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#BUILDING">The Building of the Ship</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#HIAWATHA">Hiawatha</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#ROBERT">King Robert of Sicily</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#VILLAGE">The Village Blacksmith</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#Golden_Legend">The Golden Legend</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#COURTSHIP">The Courtship of Miles Standish</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#WENTWORTH">Lady Wentworth</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#Elizabeth">Elizabeth</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#The_Monk_and_the_Ass">The Monk and the Ass</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#Evangeline">Evangeline</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#FALCON">The Falcon of Ser Federigo</a></span></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="LONGFELLOWS_POEMS_IN_PROSE" id="LONGFELLOWS_POEMS_IN_PROSE"></a>LONGFELLOW'S POEMS IN PROSE</h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_t.jpg" alt="T" width="55" height="50" /></div> +<p>he home of the American poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, during the +greater part of his life was in the picturesque town of Cambridge, +Massachusetts, and there many of his best known poems were written.</p> + +<p>The forge of the Village Blacksmith really stood there beneath the +shelter of a "spreading chestnut tree," in Cambridge, and when, as the +town grew larger, the smithy was removed and the tree cut down, all the +school children in Cambridge subscribed together to buy the wood of the +famous tree and had a chair made from it which they gave to the poet.</p> + +<p>Longfellow was deeply interested in all Indian lore, and in the poem of +Hiawatha he has embodied many of the old legends of the North American +Indians. Hiawatha, who was known among the different tribes under +various names, was supposed to be a person of miraculous birth, sent +among them by the Great Spirit to clear their rivers and forests and to +teach them the arts of peace.</p> + +<p>In the Golden Legend we find quite a different form of story. This is a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>legend written down by one of the old German Minnesinger and called, +"Der arme Heinrich" (Unhappy Henry). The American poet has faithfully +followed the outlines of the story, but has added a good deal to it, +including the appearance of Lucifer with his train of evil spirits, and +his attempts to lead Prince Henry astray.</p> + +<p>Five of the remaining stories are taken from the "Tales of a Wayside +Inn"—a series of poems whose plan was evidently suggested by the +Canterbury Tales.</p> + +<p class="f2"><span class="smcap">Doris Hayman.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><span class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><img src="images/image_007.jpg" width="600" height="265" alt="Illustration" /></span></div> + + + + +<h2 class="smcap"><a name="BUILDING" id="BUILDING"></a> +<i>The<br /> +Building<br /> +Of the Ship</i><br /> +</h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_i.jpg" alt="I" width="25" height="50" /></div> +<p>t was in bygone days, long before the use of steam was even thought +about; trains were unknown, and when people wished to get from one part +of the country to another they were obliged to make the journey on +horseback or in coaches, and distances, which nowadays we can cover in a +few hours, used to take our ancestors several days. It was the same +thing in regard to journeys by sea. To cross the Atlantic, for instance, +by an old-fashioned sailing vessel was a far more venturesome +undertaking than it is to step aboard one of the great ocean liners and +be conveyed swiftly and safely to one's destination. A sailing ship ran +far greater risks of being wrecked by storms, and, if the winds were +unfavorable, she would toss about for weeks, perhaps even for months, +instead of being able to make straight for her port. And yet there was a +charm about a sailing ship which no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> steamer with all its complicated +machinery can replace, and in the good old days we hear of men who have +weathered storms as violent and sailed on voyages quite as perilous as +any which have been undertaken since.</p> + +<p>Well, it happened in the times of which we are speaking, that a wealthy +merchant in the New Country came to a great ship-builder, who was known +to all by the name of the Master, and bade him build a strong and goodly +ship.</p> + +<p>"It must be beautiful to behold," said the merchant, "and yet strong +enough to wrestle with wind and storm."</p> + +<p>The Master was delighted to receive this commission, for his heart was +in his work and he felt that here was a chance to build a ship worthy of +his reputation, so he answered joyfully: "Before long we will launch as +goodly and strong a vessel as ever weathered a wintry gale."</p> + +<p>At these words the merchant departed content, because he knew that +whatever the Master promised he would surely fulfill.</p> + +<p>The Master made no delay but set to work at once on a little model of +the ship, making it perfect in every part, so that when the great ship +came to be built he would have every detail already clear before him. As +he labored, his mind was busy recalling all the famous ships which had +been built before this one. A picture<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> of one of the most renowned, the +<i>Great Harry</i>, was hanging on the wall before him. It was a strange +sight, with its cumbersome form, its bow and stern raised high and its +eight round towers like those of some old castle. The Master smiled as +he looked on it and murmured to himself: "Our ship shall be of another +form to this." And when the model was finished, it was indeed of a very +different build. She was a beautiful little vessel built for freight and +yet for speed; broad in the beam so as to resist storm, but tapering off +at the bow and stern so that the force of the waves might drive her on +instead of checking her course. When the model was quite finished, the +Master carried it down to the ship-yard and looked round searchingly to +see that all the necessary preparations had been made. Gigantic heaps of +timber lay piled in the ship-yard; there were beams of chestnut, elm, +and oak, and, scattered among them, cedar wood brought from regions far +away. Every country, every soil must send its tribute and help to build +the wooden walls of each ship that is launched.</p> + +<p>The sun was rising when the Master came down to the ship-yard; with him +was a young man, who stood leaning against an anchor and who listened +eagerly to every word which fell from the Master's lips. These two were +alone and the old man's speech flowed on, interrupted by nothing but the +waves<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> which broke in long ripples on the pebbly shore. This young man +had for a long time been a pupil and worker of the master; though his +years were fewer, his brain was as quick, his hands as dexterous as +those of the elder man, and to him was now entrusted the important task +of building and launching the ship on the lines that the Master had +planned.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_010.jpg" width="600" height="455" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>"We will build the ship thus," said the old man. "Lay the blocks of wood +on the slip, following my plans closely, and be sure to choose the +timber with the greatest care; the framework is to be of cedar and pine +and every inch of wood must be sound. When the ship is finished she +shall be named <i>Union</i>, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> the day she is launched my daughter shall +become your bride."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/image_011.jpg" width="500" height="712" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Joy filled the youth's heart, and, turning his head, he caught sight of +the maiden standing before her father's door. Young and fair was the +Master's daughter, with golden hair and sparkling eyes, and,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> as he +gazed at her, he felt that no task could be too difficult for him to +accomplish, since he had the promise of a reward so fair as this. Love +is a splendid master; no task seems too difficult when love fills the +heart and guides the hand, and he who is urged by love far outstrips all +others.</p> + +<p>And thus it was with this youth; love of his bride and love of his work +made him strong and skillful, and, so impatient was he to see the +completion of the ship, that he summoned his workmen and set about his +noble task without an instant's delay. Soon the sound of axes and +mallets plied by sturdy arms was heard on all sides of the ship-yard. +Before the shadows of evening fell, the oaken keel of a noble ship was +lying ready stretched along the blocks. The work was well begun and all +seemed to promise fair for a happy ending.</p> + +<p>When the long hot day was over, the young man and his promised bride sat +before the door of the Master's house while the old man rested within +the sheltered porch and recounted tales of wrecks which had taken place +at the time of the great September gales, and of pirates who had made +the Spanish seas a place of danger for harmless merchant ships; then he +spoke of ships which had sailed for distant shores but had never +returned, and of the chances and changes of a sailor's life. The Master +himself had sailed to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> many far-off lands and he told his attentive +listeners of their wondrous charm; of their palms and shining sands, the +coral reefs and the dark-skinned natives who dwelt there in savage +freedom. And, as he related these tales of the dark and cruel sea, +which, like death, unites man to his fellows and yet holds them far +asunder, the maiden held her breath and clung to her lover, dreading the +days when perchance they too might be divided by the pitiless ocean. The +three sat for a while in thoughtful silence as the darkness deepened +around them, broken only from time to time by the fitful gleam of the +old man's pipe.</p> + +<p>Work was resumed afresh the next morning, and the vessel grew day by day +till at length a skeleton ship rose to view. Weeks passed on and the +ship made rapid progress till the whole hulk stood ready. Then a great +cauldron was heated, and the bubbling tar within was used to smear over +the planks and thus sheathe the ship.</p> + +<p>The rudder of oak banded with copper, which was to control the whole +vessel, lay ready on the sand, and near it the anchor, whose mighty grip +was to hold the great ship secure against raging storms. The figure-head +was in the shape of a maiden clad in white robes which seemed to be +fluttering in the wind; a great artist had carved it in wood and had +taken the Master's daughter as his model. In after days many a signal<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +light was flashed on to her, and her graceful form became well known to +those who watched as the ship sped by through the dark and rainy nights.</p> + +<p>In the forests near the snow-covered mountains and plains, majestic pine +trees were hewn down and dragged by oxen along the winding road to the +shore. Here they were stripped of their branches and bark and used for +the tall and tapering masts of the noble ship. Only the roar of the wind +and waves would remind them of their native forests which they would +never see again. When the masts were swung into place, they were made +fast with shrouds and stays; and finally a flag of red, white, and blue +was unfurled at the masthead and displayed its stars and stripes to an +admiring throng.</p> + +<p>At length there came the day of the double bridal—that of the gray old +sea to the ship, and the wedding of the young master and his bride. The +<i>Union</i> was decked out with gay flags and streamers, and the bridal +party came on board. The service was read and the Master, with tears in +his eyes, shook the brown hand of his son and kissed his daughter's fair +cheek. The worthy pastor spoke kindly words of warning and cheer to the +young couple and bade them Godspeed on their journey through life.</p> + +<p>Then the Master waved his hand, and, at this signal, there was heard all +around the noise of hammers knock<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>ing away the vessel's supports. +Suddenly the ship moved, a thrill seemed to run all through her frame, +and with a sudden leap she bounded into the ocean. Loud shouts and +cheers uprose from the crowds assembled on the beach, and the staunch +ship <i>Union</i> sailed gayly forth on her first voyage.</p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><span class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><img src="images/image_016.jpg" width="600" height="307" alt="Illustration" /></span></div> +<h2><a name="HIAWATHA" id="HIAWATHA"></a><span class="smcap">HIAWATHA</span></h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_l.jpg" alt="L" width="42" height="50" /></div> +<p>ong, long ago, in days that are now forgotten, the West-Wind wooed a +lovely Indian maiden, but soon, cruelly and faithlessly, he deserted her +and she died of grief, leaving her baby son, Hiawatha, to the care of +his grandmother, old Nokomis.</p> + +<p>Deep in the forest was Hiawatha's home, and Nature herself was his +schoolmistress. He learned all about the birds, how they built their +nests in summer, and where they hid themselves in winter, the names and +habits of all the wild beasts which roamed through the woods, and, best +of all, he learned their language and all their secrets.</p> + +<p>Skilled in the craft of Indian hunters, and all the lore the wise men of +his tribe could teach him, Hiawatha grew from childhood into manhood, +and by much questioning learned from old Nokomis the story<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> of his +mother's cruel desertion. Full of wrath, he determined to be revenged on +his father, Mudjekeewis, and in spite of his grandmother's warnings, the +youth set out on his long journey. Wearing his magic moccasins (or +deerskin shoes), with which he measured a mile every stride, Hiawatha +journeyed westward, ever westward, until at length he reached the +kingdom of Mudjekeewis, ruler of all the winds of heaven, who joyfully +welcomed the handsome youth. But anger rose in the heart of Hiawatha, +and, rending asunder a huge rock with his magic mittens, he flung the +fragments full at Mudjekeewis. For three days a terrible fight raged +between the two warriors, till at last Mudjekeewis cried: "Hold, my son, +it is impossible to kill me for I am immortal; I did but fight with you +to test your valor. Go back now to your people; live with them, work +with them, and free the land from all monsters and giants. And when +Death at last lays his icy hand upon you, you shall share my kingdom and +be ruler of the Northwest-Wind." Then all anger departed from Hiawatha +and he went on his homeward way; only once did he turn aside, to buy +arrow-heads from the ancient arrow-maker in the land of a neighboring +Indian tribe. But do you not think that arrow-heads could equally well +have been bought in his own village? It was to see the arrow-maker's +dark-eyed daughter, Minnehaha, that Hiawatha halted in the land<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> of the +Dacotahs, and when he reached home he told Nokomis of the meeting with +his father and the great fight, but not a word did he say of arrows or +of the maiden.</p> + +<p>Hiawatha had two beloved friends, the sweet-voiced singer, Chibiabos, +and Kwasind, strongest of all men. Even the birds could not sing so +sweetly or the brooks murmur so gently as Chibiabos, and all the hearts +of men were softened by the pathos of his music. But dear as he was to +Hiawatha, no less dear was Kwasind. Idle and dreamy was Kwasind so that +even his mother taunted him. "Lazy Kwasind," said she one winter's day, +"you never help me in my work. The fishing nets are hanging at the door, +dripping, freezing with the water—go and wring them out for me!" Slowly +Kwasind rose from his seat, and going to the doorway did as she bade +him, but, to his mother's dismay, the nets broke beneath his powerful +fingers as if they were wisps of straw! Sometimes Kwasind used his vast +strength to good purpose; for instance, when Hiawatha built himself a +swift canoe, Kwasind dived into the water and cleared the whole +river-bed of sunken logs and sandbars in order to insure a safe passage +for his friend.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><span class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><img src="images/image_019.jpg" width="500" height="335" alt="Illustration" /></span></div> + +<p>Shortly after this Hiawatha set out in his canoe to catch the sturgeon +Nahma, king of fishes. The monster fish lay on the white sand at the +bottom of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> river, and Hiawatha, line in hand, sat in his canoe, +shouting: "Take my bait, O Nahma; come up and let us see which is the +stronger!" At length Nahma grew weary of this clamor, and said to the +pike: "Take the bait of this rude fellow and break his line." The pike +tugged at the line till the birch canoe stood almost endwise, but +Hiawatha only pulled the harder, and when the fish rose to the surface +he cried with scorn: "You are but the pike; you are not the king of +fishes," and the pike sank down ashamed to the bottom of the river. Then +Nahma bade the sun-fish break Hiawatha's tackle, but again Hiawatha +pulled the great fish to the surface of the water and again cast him +down, crying: "You are not the fish I wanted; you are not the king of +fishes!" Then Nahma grew angry,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> and, opening his huge jaws, swallowed +both canoe and Hiawatha. Finding himself in utter darkness, Hiawatha +groped about till he felt the monster's heart which he smote so fiercely +that he killed him. Anxious to escape from his dark prison, Hiawatha +waited till the giant sturgeon drifted on to the shore, then called for +aid to his friends the sea-gulls, who worked with their claws and beaks +till they made a wide rift in Nahma's side and set Hiawatha free.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_020.jpg" width="400" height="310" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Proud of her grandson's bravery, old Nokomis now set him a difficult +task. "In a land lying westward, a land of fever and pestilence, lives +the mighty magician, Pearl-Feather, who slew my father. Take your canoe +and smear its sides with the oil I have made from the body of Nahma, so +that you may pass swiftly through the black pitch-water and avenge my +father's murder." Thus spoke old Nokomis, and Hiawatha did as she bade +him, smeared the sides of his boat with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> oil and passed swiftly through +the black water, which was guarded by fiery serpents. All these Hiawatha +slew, and then journeyed on unmolested till he reached the desolate +realm he sought. Here he shot an arrow at Pearl-Feather's lodge as a +challenge, and the magician, tall of stature, dark and terrible to +behold, came forth to meet him. All day long raged the greatest fight +that ever the sun had looked on, but no weapon could penetrate +Pearl-Feather's magic shirt of wampum, and at sunset, wounded and weary, +with three useless arrows in his hand, Hiawatha paused a while to rest +beneath the shade of a pine tree.</p> + +<p>As he stood there, despairing of victory, a wood-pecker sang from the +branches above him: "Aim your arrows at the roots of his long hair; +there alone he can be wounded." Well it was for Hiawatha that he +understood the bird's language! Stringing the first of his arrows to his +bow he let fly at Pearl-Feather, who was stooping to pick up a heavy +stone. The arrow struck him full on the crown, and the second and third +arrows, swiftly following, penetrated deep into the wound, so that the +mighty magician fell lifeless at Hiawatha's feet. Then Hiawatha stripped +the magic shirt of wampum off his dead foe and took from his wigwam (or +tent) all his wealth of furs, belts, and silver-tipped arrows. And our +hero sailed homeward in triumph and shared his spoils equally among his +people.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now there came a time in the life of Hiawatha when he wished to wed, and +his thoughts turned to Minnehaha, whom they called Laughing Water, +loveliest maiden in all the land of the Dacotahs. He spoke to Nokomis of +this, telling her that his wedding with the fair Dacotah should heal all +strife between the two tribes. So eloquently did he speak of the +maiden's beauty and skillfulness in household matters, that he overruled +Nokomis' many objections to his choice of a stranger, and set out in all +haste to seek his bride. After a long journey he reached the home of the +arrow-maker, whom he found seated in the doorway of his wigwam making +arrow-heads, with his daughter at his side, busily engaged in plaiting +mats of rushes. Hearing a rustling in the woods they looked up and saw +Hiawatha standing before them, carrying on his shoulders a deer he had +just slain. This offer he laid at the feet of Laughing Water, and the +old man and the maiden both bade the young hunter welcome; then +Minnehaha prepared a meal and set it before the two men. When they had +finished eating, Hiawatha spoke of his childhood, his friends, and of +the happiness and plenty in his land. "After many years of strife," said +he, "there is now peace between your tribe and mine. In order to make +the peace more lasting and our hearts more united, give me this maiden +for my wife." And the ancient arrow-maker answered gravely: "Yes, if<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +Minnehaha wishes; let your heart speak, Minnehaha!" Then the maiden rose +up and took the seat beside Hiawatha, saying softly: "I will follow you, +my husband." Thus was Hiawatha's wooing, and hand in hand the young +couple went away together, leaving the old arrow-maker in his +loneliness.</p> + +<p>When Hiawatha and his fair bride reached their home, old Nokomis +prepared a sumptuous wedding-feast to which many guests were bidden. +Among them was a handsome but idle and mischievous youth named +Pau-Puk-Keewis, who was renowned for his skill in all sports and +pastimes. To please the company he rose from his seat and danced his +merry dances to the music of flutes and drums. Then the sweet singer, +Chibiabos, sang a melodious love-song, and when this was finished, Iagoo +the Boaster, jealous of the praise and applause bestowed on the +musician, told one of his most marvelous stories, and well pleased the +wedding-guests took their departure.</p> + +<p>As the days went on, old Nokomis found that her grumblings about the +uselessness of a wife from a far-off land had not been justified, for +Minnehaha was as skilled with her fingers as she was beautiful, and +Hiawatha loved her more and more dearly.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_024.jpg" width="600" height="422" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Once, when all the maize was planted, Hiawatha bade his wife go alone at +night, clothed only in her dark tresses, and draw a magic circle round +the cornfield<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>, so that no blight or insect might injure the harvest. +This Minnehaha did, but the King of Ravens and his band of followers, +who were perched on the tree-tops overlooking the cornfield, laughed +with glee to think that Hiawatha had forgotten what mischief they could +do. So early on the morrow all the black thieves, crows and blackbirds, +jays and ravens, flew down on the field, and with claws and beak began +to dig up the buried grain. But the wary Hiawatha had over-heard the +birds' mocking laughter and, rising before daybreak, had scattered +snares over the fields. Thus it happened that the birds found their +claws all entangled in the snares, and Hiawatha, coming out from the +hiding-place where he had been watching them,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> killed them without +mercy; only one was spared, the King of Ravens himself, whom Hiawatha +pinioned with a strong rope and fastened to the ridge-pole of his wigwam +as a warning to all other thieves.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><span class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><img src="images/image_025.jpg" width="600" height="365" alt="Illustration" /></span></div> + +<p>Now it chanced one day that the mischievous Pau-Puk-Keewis wandered +through the village and reaching the farthest wigwam, which was that of +Hiawatha, found it deserted. The raven perched on the ridge-pole, +flapped his wings, and screamed at the intruder; but Pau-Puk-Keewis +twisted the poor bird's neck and left the lifeless body dangling from +the roof; then he entered the lodge and threw all the household things +into the wildest disorder as an insult to the careful Nokomis and the +beautiful Minnehaha. Satisfied with the mischief he had done, +Pau-Puk-Keewis climbed a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> rocky headland overlooking the lake and amused +himself by killing the sea-gulls as they fluttered round him.</p> + +<p>When Hiawatha returned, fierce anger rose in his heart. "I will slay +this mischief-maker," said he, "even if I have to search the world for +him." Together with other hunters he set out in hot pursuit, but cunning +Pau-Puk-Keewis outstripped them all and ran, swift as an antelope, till +he came to a stream in the midst of a forest where the beavers had built +a dam. "Change me into a beaver," he entreated them, "and make me larger +than yourselves, so that I may be your ruler and king." "Yes," said one +of the beavers, "let yourself down into the water, and we will make you +into a beaver ten times larger than any of ourselves." This they did, +but not long had Pau-Puk-Keewis sat in state among the beavers when they +heard a trampling and a crashing above the water, and the watchman +cried: "Here is Hiawatha with his hunters!" All the other beavers made +their escape through the doorway of their lodge into deeper water, but +so large had Pau-Puk-Keewis become that he could not pass through the +opening. Then Hiawatha, peering through the water, recognized +Pau-Puk-Keewis, in spite of his disguise, and slew him. Six tall hunters +bore the dead body of the beaver homeward, but the spirit of +Pau-Puk-Keewis was still alive within it, and escaping, took its human +form again and vanished into the forest.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_027.jpg" width="600" height="305" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Only the wary Hiawatha saw the figure as it disappeared and followed in +hot pursuit. Hard pressed, Pau-Puk-Keewis reached the edge of the lake +and besought a brant (or wild goose) to change him into one of +themselves, and to make him ten times larger than the others. +Straightway they changed him into an enormous brant, and, with a whirr +of wings, the whole flock rose in the air and flew northward. "Take good +heed and look not downward, lest some great mishap befall you," cried +the other birds to Pau-Puk-Keewis, and he heeded their words. But on the +morrow, as they continued their flight, Pau-Puk-Keewis heard a great +shouting in the village beneath and knew the voices of Hiawatha and +Iagoo. Forgetful of his warning, he looked downward, and the wind caught +his plumage and sent him whirling towards the earth. In vain he +struggled to regain his balance—he fell<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> heavily to the ground and lay +dead with broken pinions. But his spirit was still alive, and, taking +its human form, again fled from Hiawatha. This time Hiawatha pursued his +cunning foe so closely that he could almost touch him, but +Pau-Puk-Keewis changed himself into a serpent and glided into a tree. +While Hiawatha was groping in the hollow trunk, the mischief-maker once +more took his human shape and sped away until he came to the sandstone +rocks overlooking the Big Lake; and the Old Man of the Mountain opened +his rocky doorway and gave Pau-Puk-Keewis shelter. Hiawatha stood +without and battered against the caverns shouting, "Open! I am +Hiawatha!" But the Old Man of the Mountain neither opened nor made +answer. Then Hiawatha raised his hands to heaven and called the thunder +and lightning to his aid. Stronger than any mortal power, the tempest +smote the rocks till they fell to fragments, and there beneath the crags +lay Pau-Puk-Keewis dead in his own human form.</p> + +<p>This was Hiawatha's last victory—grief and loss were now to be his +portion. The death of his two friends, Chibiabos and Kwasind, weighed on +his mind, and, hardest of all, a long and dreary winter, bringing the +specters of famine and fever in its train, came upon the land and robbed +Hiawatha of his dearest treasure, his beautiful young wife.</p> + +<p>Clad in her richest garments, Minnehaha was laid<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> to rest deep beneath +the snow, and, as Hiawatha watched the fire which was kindled at night +on her grave, his heart grew less heavy, for he felt that their parting +was not for long. The time was soon to come when he too could depart to +the Islands of the Blessed, where the spirit of his wife awaited him.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_030.jpg" width="600" height="237" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<h2><a name="ROBERT" id="ROBERT"></a> +<span class="smcap">King Robert<br /> +of Sicily</span><br /> +</h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_t.jpg" alt="T" width="55" height="50" /></div> +<p>here was once a proud and selfish monarch, named King Robert, who ruled +over the kingdom of Sicily. One of his brothers was the mighty Pope +Urbane, and the other the rich Emperor Valmond, and King Robert spent as +lavishly and held even a more magnificent court than either of them. But +the Sicilian monarch was not beloved by his subjects, for he treated +them all with disdain, and in fact only looked on them as mere slaves, +whose duty it was to carry out all his orders, no matter at what +inconvenience to themselves.</p> + +<p>One evening King Robert sat in state in the royal chapel and listened +idly to the priests chanting the service. Clad in his magnificent robes +he looked every inch a king, but his handsome face was marred by its +look of conceit and weariness. He soon grew tired of listening to the +service and let his thoughts wander,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> but suddenly his ear was caught by +some Latin words which were repeated over and over again, and, turning +to a learned clerk who stood near him, he asked: "What mean these +words?"</p> + +<p>The learned man at once made reply: "He hath put down the mighty from +their seat, and has exalted them of low degree."</p> + +<p>"'Tis well," said King Robert scornfully, "that such treason is only +uttered by priests and in the Latin tongue. My subjects, whether priests +or common people, know full well that there is no power which can hurl +me from my throne." Saying these words he yawned and leaned back in his +throne, and soon, lulled by the monotonous chanting, he fell fast +asleep.</p> + +<p>When he awoke it was late at night. All the lights in the church had +been extinguished, except a few flickering candles, which were burning +before the shrine of some saint. The King started up from his seat and +gazed with anger and amazement round the empty church. He groped his way +towards the great door, but it was locked; then he shouted for +assistance, uttered angry threats, and hammered against the door, but +all in vain. At length the sexton, who lived hard by, was roused by the +tumult, and, fearful lest thieves or some drunken revelers had made +their way into the church, he came to the door, lantern in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> hand, and +cried in a quavering voice: "Who is there?"</p> + +<p>"Open the door; 'tis I, the King!" shouted King Robert, almost choking +with rage.</p> + +<p>"This is some drunken rogue," muttered the sexton, as, with trembling +fingers, he fumbled for the key. Pushing open the door, he stood timidly +aside, and suddenly the disheveled figure of a man without cloak or hat +rushed wildly past him. He neither turned nor spoke, but passed swiftly +out into the darkness of the night, and the bewildered sexton soon lost +sight of him.</p> + +<p>Despoiled of his kingly garments, breathless and splashed with mire, +King Robert rushed on till he came to the palace gates. He strode +through the courtyard, thrusting aside the men-servants and pages who +tried to bar his path, and hurried up the broad marble staircase. +Rapidly he passed through the royal apartments, his face white with +anger rendered still more ghastly by the glare of the torches; he heeded +no one, nor stopped in his headlong course till he reached the great +banqueting-hall.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><span class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><img src="images/image_033.jpg" width="400" height="629" alt="Illustration" /></span></div> + +<p>Here a grand feast was in progress, and the hall blazed with the light +of thousands of wax candles. And to Robert's utter amazement, on the +throne sat another king wearing his robes and crown, and, to all outward +appearance, King Robert himself. None present, not even Robert himself, +recognized that the <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>supposed king was an angel in disguise. Wearied of +the King's evil ways he had come down to earth to punish the monarch of +Sicily and humble his pride, and this was the way he had chosen to carry +out his purpose.</p> + +<p>For a while the throneless King gazed with mingled anger and +astonishment at the angel, who met his glance with a look of compassion, +and then said: "Who art thou, and why comest thou hither?" to which the +King haughtily replied: "I am the King, and come to claim my throne from +the impostor who usurps it."</p> + +<p>At these audacious words the guests sprang up in anger and drew their +swords to slay the man who dared speak thus to the King, but the angel +answered calmly: "Thou art not the King, but henceforth thou shalt be +the king's jester and wear cap and bells and motley. As counselor thou +shalt lead an ape, and thou shalt obey my servants and wait on my +hench-men."</p> + +<p>No sooner said than done. Deaf to King Robert's cries, prayers, and +entreaties, the men-at-arms thrust him from the hall. A group of +tittering pages ran before him and threw wide open the great +folding-doors. And now the King's heart was filled with alarm, for he +heard shouts of rude laughter and mocking cries of "Long live the King!" +and he realized<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> that no one in the kingdom either knew or cared who he +really was.</p> + +<p>Thrust from out his palace, the outcast King was led to some small shed +adjoining the stables. A door was opened, an armful of straw thrown down +within, and here he was bidden to sleep. When he awoke the next morning +he thought to himself it must all have been a dream, but, as he turned +his head, his couch of straw rustled beneath him, and he heard the +horses neighing in the stable hard by. Beside his bed lay cap and bells +and the parti-colored dress of a court-jester and in one corner of the +bare cell sat a shivering, chattering ape. Then King Robert realized +that it was not a dream but a dreadful reality, and that the most +wretched beggar in the kingdom would have scorned to change places with +the poor jester—the butt and laughing-stock of every underling at +court.</p> + +<p>Days lengthened into months, and, under the angel's wise government, a +time of prosperity returned to Sicily and the land produced rich +harvests of corn and wine. The people no longer groaned under the burden +of taxation, and the King's ministers rejoiced greatly at the welcome +change which had come over their young master.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the real King Robert yielded sullenly to his fate. Mocked at +by all, his only friend the ape, his food the scraps left by others, his +heart was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> still haughty, his pride unsubdued. And when sometimes the +angel meeting him would ask, half in jest, half in earnest, "Art thou +the King?" he would draw himself up and fling back the haughty answer: +"I am, I am the King!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_036.jpg" width="400" height="262" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Almost three years had passed away when there came ambassadors from +Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine, to the King of Sicily, saying that their +brother, Pope Urbane, had summoned them both by letter to the city of +Rome to celebrate Easter week with him there.</p> + +<p>The angel received his guests with great joy and gave them rich presents +of velvet cloaks lined with ermine, rings, and rare jewels. Then he made +his preparations and set out with his retinue over the sea to the land +of Italy. Crowds of people came out to watch the progress of the royal +procession. The horses had gold and silver trappings, jeweled bridles, +the knights wore velvet cloaks and waving plumes, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> their silver +spurs glittered in the sun. Then came the angel-monarch in rich attire +surrounded by his counselors and the flower of his knights. The +men-at-arms and servants brought up the rear of the procession, and +among them, on a shambling piebald steed, his ape perched behind him and +his cloak of foxtails flapping in the wind, rode the jester-king—a +strange sight which caused unbounded merriment in all the country towns +through which the procession passed.</p> + +<p>Arrived in Rome, the Emperor and his supposed brother were received with +great pomp in the great square before St. Peter's. Little did the Pope +dream, as he bestowed his blessing and prayers on his younger brother, +that he was entertaining an angel unawares.</p> + +<p>Suddenly a wild, unkempt figure rushed from among the crowd and into the +royal assembly. Forcing his way to the place where the Pope was seated +he cried loudly, "I am your brother Robert, King of Sicily. This man who +stands before you in my semblance is an impostor disguised as the King. +Do you not know me? Is there no voice within you that says I speak +truly, and that I am indeed your brother?"</p> + +<p>The Pope made no reply, but gazed with troubled look at the angel's +unruffled face. Then the Emperor Valmond laughed and said:</p> + +<p>"Brother, methinks you have strange taste to keep a madman for your +court-jester!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> + +<p>It seemed quite evident to the bystanders that what the Emperor said was +very true, and once more, baffled and disgraced, the poor jester was +roughly thrust back among the wondering crowd.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><span class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><img src="images/image_038.jpg" width="600" height="392" alt="Illustration" /></span></div> + +<p>The week was spent in prayer and stately rejoicing till at length Easter +Sunday dawned upon the world. The presence of the angel filled the city +with gladness and the hearts of men with piety. Even the wretched jester +felt the influence of some gracious power, and, kneeling on the floor of +his cell, he humbly bowed his head in prayer. He felt new strength +rising within him, and new resolves, strangely meek ones for so proud a +King, were made by him on that glorious Easter morn.</p> + +<p>The next day the three royal brothers bade each<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> other farewell. Emperor +Valmond made his way northward to his kingdom by the Danube, while the +angel journeyed southward through the towns of Italy. Once more the +people marveled at the magnificence of his train, and once more the +jester became the laughing-stock of all the watching crowds, but he rode +on unheeding. His mad anger was stilled and he began at last to realize +that he had indeed deserved his dreadful punishment.</p> + +<p>When the town of Salerno was reached the journey was continued by sea, +and soon the royal retinue was safe within the walls of Palermo. Seated +on his throne in the great hall, the angel listened dreamily to the +convent bells, which sounded to him like voices from another world.</p> + +<p>Presently he roused himself from his meditations, and, with a gesture of +his hand, bade the rest of the court retire, and beckoned the jester to +draw near him. When the two were left alone, the angel said: "Art thou +the King?"</p> + +<p>King Robert crossed his hands upon his breast, and, bending his head, +answered meekly: "Thou knowest best. My sins are very heavy; let me go +at once and do penance in a cloister. There I will school my spirit to +humility, and walk barefooted across the stones till my guilty soul is +shriven."</p> + +<p>The angel smiled, and his radiant face seemed to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> illumine the hall with +a holy light. Then loud and clear through the open window the monks were +heard chanting in the chapel hard by: "He has put down the mighty from +their seat, and has exalted them of low degree."</p> + +<p>And through the chant rose a second melody, a single melodious voice, +and the King seemed to hear the words: "I am an angel, and thou art the +King."</p> + +<p>King Robert, who was standing near the throne, at length ventured to +lift his eyes, and, behold! he was alone in the hall! Looking round in +wonderment, his eye was caught by his attire; instead of the sorry garb +of the jester he was clothed in royal robes of ermine and cloth of gold.</p> + +<p>Kneeling at the foot of the throne, King Robert gave heartfelt thanks to +the Divine Power which had taught him the error of his ways, and, when +his courtiers came to seek their royal master, they found him still +kneeling, absorbed in silent prayer.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_041.jpg" width="600" height="283" alt="Illustration" /></div> +<h2><a name="VILLAGE" id="VILLAGE"></a> +<span class="smcap">THE<br /> +Village<br /> +Blacksmith</span></h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_h.jpg" alt="H" width="54" height="50" /></div> +<p>ave you ever peeped into a forge and seen a blacksmith at work? It is +quite exciting, I assure you, to see the flames being fanned by the +bellows, and myriads of sparks flying upwards and outwards on all sides, +while the blacksmith hammers the red-hot metal on the anvil and shapes +it into horseshoes and other useful things made of iron.</p> + +<p>But there is one particular blacksmith whose acquaintance I want you to +make. He lives in a little village and his forge stands beneath the +shade of an immense chestnut tree with wide out-spreading branches. The +smith is a mighty man, and well he needs to be, for his work requires +great strength. His hands are large and sinewy and his muscles like +iron; his face is bronzed by the sun and his black hair is long and +curls crisply. He does not make a great deal of money in spite of all +his hard work, but he earns<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> quite sufficient for his own modest wants +and to provide his only daughter with all the necessaries of life, and +even a pretty gown to wear in church on Sundays. His one modest boast is +that he is able to look every one honestly in the face, for he is not in +debt for a single farthing.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><span class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><img src="images/image_042.jpg" width="600" height="595" alt="Illustration" /></span></div> + +<p>The village blacksmith works hard from morning till night; at any time +in the day you pass by the forge you can hear the bellows being blown by +one of his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> boys, while he himself swings his heavy sledge-hammer, +keeping such regular time with his strokes that it calls to mind the +tolling of the village bell—a custom which the old sexton never omits +as the day draws to its close. On their way home from school, all the +village children love to peep in at the open door of the smithy to see +the flaming forge and hear the roar of the bellows. They have a fine +game at pretending to catch the sparks, which fly about as the chaff +does when the corn is being threshed in the barns at harvest time.</p> + +<p>But on Sunday the blacksmith puts aside all his labor and goes with the +other villagers to church, where he takes his usual seat among his boys. +He listens attentively to the praying and preaching, and above all to +the singing, for his daughter is in the village choir and the sound of +her sweet voice brings joy into his heart. His thoughts go back to the +time when his young wife sang in tones as clear and pure as these, but +God thought fit to call her from him years ago to sing in the heavenly +choir. As he thinks of her lonely grave in the churchyard close by tears +rise in the blacksmith's eyes, but he wipes them away with his hard +rough hand and resolves to be grateful for the many blessings still left +to him.</p> + +<p>When the service is over and the congregation leaves the church, after +greeting his friends, the blacksmith<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> turns aside and, standing by his +wife's grave, reads once more the simple inscription on the stone which +he has put up to her memory. But you may be sure that the blacksmith's +pretty daughter knows where he is to be found, and, taking him gently by +the arm, leads him homeward, beguiling the way with cheerful words.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_044.jpg" width="400" height="499" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>This is how the busy blacksmith spends his life—toiling, rejoicing, +sorrowing. Every morning he begins some fresh task and he works so hard +that by evening he has finished it. He has attempted something and he +has completed something—surely he has well earned his night's rest.</p> + +<p>We may all learn a useful lesson from the life of the village +blacksmith. Let us try to live as honestly, as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> uprightly, and as +laboriously as he, so that one day we may deserve to hear the words, +"Well done, My good and faithful servants!" Let us try so to live that +each action of our lives shall be a good and shapely thing, a help and a +benefit to others, like the horseshoes made by the honest blacksmith are +to our four-footed friends.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_046.jpg" width="600" height="238" alt="Illustration" /></div> +<h2><a name="Golden_Legend" id="Golden_Legend"></a><span class="smcap">Golden Legend</span></h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_t.jpg" alt="T" width="55" height="50" /></div> +<p>he land of Germany has always been famous for its store of wonderful +songs and legends. Its poets of olden days, who were known as the +Minnesinger, used to wander round the country singing or reciting these +tales and everywhere they went they were sure of a warm welcome. The +"Golden Legend" is one of these old stories, and runs as follows:</p> + +<p>Lucifer, who was once one of the good angels, had been cast out of +Heaven for the sin of pride. He gathered all the spirits of evil around +him and made himself their leader. His one desire now was to do harm to +all mankind and, by putting wicked thoughts into men's minds, make them +themselves do evil so that he might grieve the good angels and thus take +revenge for the punishment which had been inflicted on him.</p> + +<p>Among other wicked deeds he sought to tear down<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> the spire of Strasburg +Cathedral, but was defeated by the good spirits, who kept unceasing +watch and ward over the holy place. Baffled in this attempt, Lucifer +betook himself to a castle on the Rhine, the dwelling of young Prince +Henry of Hoheneck. Prince though he was, his lot was a most unhappy one, +for he was suffering from a deadly disease which the most famous +physicians had been unable to cure. Ill and restless, Prince Henry was +sitting alone at midnight in a tower of his castle, when suddenly there +came a flash of lightning, and Lucifer, disguised as a doctor, stood +before him.</p> + +<p>"All hail, Prince Henry!" said the stranger.</p> + +<p>"Who are you," asked the Prince, "and what may be your purpose in coming +hither?"</p> + +<p>"I am a traveling physician," replied the cunning spirit, "and I can +cure all diseases."</p> + +<p>"But not mine," said Prince Henry, mournfully. "I have consulted almost +every famous doctor, but the case is quite beyond their science. Even +the learned doctors of Salerno have sent me back word that they know of +no cure for a malady like this save one, which from its very nature is +impossible."</p> + +<p>"What is this mysterious remedy?"</p> + +<p>"Read, and you shall see," answered the Prince, handing Lucifer a scroll +on which were these words:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Not to be cured, yet not incurable!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The only remedy that remains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is the blood that flows from a maiden's veins,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who of her own free will shall die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And give her life as the price of yours!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"A strange remedy, indeed," said the false physician, "and one which you +will never be able to try. However, I have with me here a wonderful +draught which cures all pain—will you not taste it?"</p> + +<p>Prince Henry hesitated, but finally drank from the crystal flask which +Lucifer gave him. The evil spirit disappeared with mocking laughter and +Prince Henry fell to the ground in a swoon. The magic draught which the +false doctor had given him was nothing but an enchantment destined to +work still more harm on the victim. The next morning the unfortunate +Prince was found by his attendants stretched on the floor of the tower +chamber and seemingly lifeless. When he began to recover, further +troubles were in store for him. He was summoned to appear in church +before a council of priests, who pronounced him to be a leper and an +outcast, and decreed that henceforth he was to be looked upon as one +dead. The burial service was read over him and then Prince Henry, +clothed in a cloak of hodden gray, and carrying a beggar's wallet, was +thrust from the door of the church into perpetual banishment.</p> + +<p>A lonely exile, Prince Henry wandered through the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> land till he came to +a farm in the Odenwald, where dwelt the worthy peasant Gottlieb, with +his wife, Dame Ursula, and his daughter, Elsie, a beautiful maiden of +fifteen summers. These good people took compassion on their Prince and +begged him to dwell with them and share all they had. Glad to find a +resting-place among kindly folk, the Prince stayed for some months at +the farm, but each day he seemed to become a little weaker. The disease +from which he was suffering had made such rapid progress that he felt +his death rapidly drawing near. In these days of weakness and despair +the Prince tried to console himself by reading the old legends, and +watching Elsie as she flitted about the garden, gathering flowers to lay +at the shrine of her favorite saint. He would read aloud to her, and she +would give him some of her flowers and try in her gentle way to make her +dear Prince forget his heavy troubles.</p> + +<p>Gradually Elsie grew to love the Prince with such devotion that it +seemed to her that no task could be too difficult, no sacrifice too +great for her to make, if only she could save his life. And then the +thought suddenly came to her that she would make the greatest sacrifice +of all and give her life, so that the cure of which the learned doctors +of Salerno had written might be carried out.</p> + +<p>Filled with this resolve, she told her father and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> mother, who wept +bitterly and sought by every means in their power to dissuade her, but +all in vain. Then Elsie sought the Prince and begged him to allow her to +do this for him. His life, she said, was valuable to his country and his +people, for he would be restored to health and rule over them again, +whereas she was but a poor peasant girl and her place could easily be +filled.</p> + +<p>Prince Henry struggled for some time against the temptation to accept +the sacrifice of this young life, and finally determined to go to the +village church and ask the advice of the priest in the matter. But the +Prince delayed his coming, and the priest had to leave the church at +sunset and go forth to visit the sick and needy. Lucifer, who was +watching his opportunity, slipped into the church, disguised this time +as a priest, and took his seat in the confessional. When the Prince at +length appeared and besought the priest to tell him whether he might +justly allow the maiden to give her life for his, instead of showing him +how wicked such an action would be and that it would be far better in +God's eyes that he should bear his sufferings uncomplainingly, the evil +spirit persuaded the wavering youth that the deed was right and +necessary and had the Church's full approval.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_051.jpg" width="400" height="568" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Heedless of the voice of his good angel, which whispered to his +conscience that he was doing wrong, <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>the Prince returned to the farm +and announced that he was prepared to accept the divine gift of life +from Elsie's hands. One request only did the maiden make, that, on their +pilgrimage to Salerno, neither by word nor deed should Prince Henry +attempt to dissuade her from her purpose. Elsie had no fear of death +and, when she had taken a last farewell of her grief-stricken parents, +the Prince set out with her on their long journey.</p> + +<p>Easter Sunday found them in Strasburg, where the Prince tarried with +Elsie in order that they might witness the Miracle Play, which was acted +within the cathedral. After that, the next stage of their journey +brought them to Hirschau, where Prince Henry sought a night's shelter at +the monastery, after having placed Elsie under the charge of the Abbess +Irmingard in the nunnery a short distance away.</p> + +<p>Lucifer, ever watchful lest the Prince should escape from his evil +influence, was here too. Disguised as a monk, he mingled with the +brethren at the convent and stirred up strife among them, so that the +Abbot grew very wrathful and inflicted severe penances on all the +offenders.</p> + +<p>After vespers had been sung, the monks retired, but one lingered, for he +was blind and walked slowly, led by a little chorister. As he drew near, +Prince Henry started back in amazement.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Do my eyes deceive me in this dim light," he exclaimed, "or can this be +Count Hugo of the Rhine, my most deadly foe?"</p> + +<p>The old monk, who had come so close that he could hear Prince Henry's +words, replied sadly: "Count Hugo of the Rhine was once my name, but now +you behold the wreck of my former self. My pride and headstrong will +have brought me to this plight. Deserted by my friends, defeated by my +enemies, alone and blind, I heard a voice call me by name and say: +'Kneel down and pray.' So now you behold me a member of the holy +brotherhood, ever striving by prayer and repentance to blot out the +remembrance of my evil deeds. You, who by your voice I know to be Prince +Henry of Hoheneck, are one of those who have most cause to hate me. +Curse and revile me if you will; I will bear it patiently."</p> + +<p>"We both have erred," sadly answered the Prince, "but the hand of God +has chastened us both. Let us therefore pray for forgiveness together."</p> + +<p>Hand in hand the two former enemies humbly knelt in prayer, and Lucifer, +himself the spirit of arrogance and pride, slunk away, powerless to do +evil to those who truly repent of their sins.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Elsie sat with the Abbess Irmingard in the moonlight, while +the latter told the sad story of her life to her young companion.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Years ago, when I was a maiden freshly returned from the convent +school, wandering Minnesinger used to come to my father's castle where +they were always made welcome. The noblest and most gallant of all these +bards was Walter of the Vogelweid; his voice was the sweetest and his +songs the most beautiful. We looked on each other and loved, but a +foreign prince sought my hand and my stern father bade me wed him and +forget the wandering minstrel. I refused to be the bride of any other +than Walter. 'Either you obey me,' said my father, 'or you shall become +a nun and die unwed.' That very night I secretly left the castle and +stole away with my lover. We went swiftly on horseback through the +forest, but our flight was soon discovered—we were pursued and +overtaken. I remember nothing more till I awoke in my own room, ill with +a raging fever. When I recovered, I was sent to this nunnery and the +convent gates, clanging behind me, seemed to be those of a prison. But +all this was many years ago and now I am content and have found peace.</p> + +<p>"I have told thee this tale," said the Abbess to Elsie, "for I feel +strangely drawn to thee. In thy young life there is too a tale of +mystery and pain, and, as my way has been made clear, so shall be +thine."</p> + +<p>The next day Elsie and the Prince bade farewell to their kindly hosts +and traveled, as swiftly as horses<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> could carry them, through Germany +and Switzerland. After leaving Lucerne they hired a trusty guide to lead +them through the mountain passes, which were steep and dangerous. On one +part of the journey they had to cross a single arch bridge, which +spanned a terrible abyss, and their guide told them the story of how it +came to be built.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/image_055.jpg" width="500" height="415" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>"For years and years people had tried in vain to make a bridge at this +point, but all their efforts had been fruitless, for whatever was built +by day the devil swept away at night. At last a holy abbot built this +one with a single arch and made a compact with the evil one that it +should be allowed to stand, on the condi<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>tion that the first living +thing which crossed it should be surrendered into his clutches. When the +bridge was completed, the abbot, standing at one end, threw a loaf of +bread across, which a hungry dog sprang after, and the rocks re-echoed +with laughter to see the devil thus defeated."</p> + +<p>"Defeated," sneered Lucifer, who was standing beneath the bridge. "It +was for journeys and crimes like this that I allowed the bridge to +stand!"</p> + +<p>Unconscious that Lucifer was dogging their steps, the princely train +finished its journey through Italy in safety, took ship at Genoa, and +reached the town of Salerno, renowned for its learned doctors and its +schools.</p> + +<p>Entering the town, Prince Henry inquired for Friar Angelo, and Lucifer, +appearing before him in fresh disguise, said: "He stands before you."</p> + +<p>"You know, then, on what errand I have come," said the Prince. "I am +Prince Henry of Hoheneck and this is the maiden I spoke of in my +letters."</p> + +<p>"This is a grave business, and we must not be over-hasty," answered the +crafty Lucifer. "Does the maiden consent to this of her own free will?"</p> + +<p>"No prayers or entreaties can dissuade her."</p> + +<p>"Strange, indeed. Have you thought well over it?" asked Lucifer, turning +to Elsie.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_057.jpg" width="400" height="635" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>"I do not come here to argue, but to die," replied <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>Elsie. "Your +business is not to question but to kill me, and I am ready."</p> + +<p>With a last farewell to Prince Henry and her weeping attendants, Elsie +followed Lucifer into a gloomy building. The Prince tried to follow +them, but Lucifer thrust him back and barred the door. Suddenly the +Prince's better angel prevailed and he realized what a vile thing it was +that he should purchase health and strength at such a cost. Sooner would +he himself die a lingering death than that harm should come to Elsie, +who had grown so dear to him during their long journey together. +Shouting to his men to aid him, he burst open the door and rushed in to +save her.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>A few weeks later, Dame Ursula was sitting in her cottage spinning and +thinking sadly of her child's untimely death, when a forester stopped at +the farm and inquired for Gottlieb.</p> + +<p>"I am his wife," said the dame.</p> + +<p>"Then I have news for you. The Prince is strong and well again."</p> + +<p>"Then Elsie, my poor child, is dead," she rejoined, mournfully.</p> + +<p>"It is true that your daughter is no longer the humble peasant she once +was."</p> + +<p>"Nay, do not mock a mother's agony, and tell me truly what has befallen +my child," she implored.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then the forester told Ursula his wonderful news; how at Salerno the +Prince's nobler self had prevailed, and the maiden's life had been +spared, whereupon a miracle had been worked on the Prince and he had +straightway been healed.</p> + +<p>"They call your daughter the Lady Alicia now," continued the messenger, +"for the Prince made a vow in Salerno that he would wed no one but +Elsie. At this very moment the Prince and his bride are sailing homeward +down the Rhine in a splendid barge decked with banners, and all the +people are gathered on the banks, shouting with joy."</p> + +<p>Dame Ursula's raptures can be better imagined than described, and she +rushed away to tell her husband the glad tidings, while the forester +calmly sat down and helped himself to Gottlieb's supper.</p> + +<p>And so we may leave the Prince and his young bride with the feeling that +their wedded life proved to be a very happy one, for their love had been +tried by pain and suffering, and a love which can conquer these is one +which will endure.</p> +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_059.jpg" width="400" height="158" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_060.jpg" width="600" height="202" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<h2><a name="COURTSHIP" id="COURTSHIP"></a> +<span class="smcap">The Courtship of<br /> +<i>Miles Standish</i></span><br /> +</h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_i.jpg" alt="I" width="25" height="50" /></div> +<p>n olden days, a ship called the <i>Mayflower</i> left the shores of England +and set sail for a distant and unknown land, carrying a number of +Puritan pilgrims on board. Among their number were two men who were +close friends, though they were utterly different both in character and +looks. Miles Standish was a short, strongly built man with muscles and +sinews like iron; his reddish beard was already flaked with patches of +white and his face browned from his out-of-door life. Hasty and +passionate, Miles Standish was, nevertheless, a born leader of men, and +was greatly respected by all who knew him. His friend, John Alden, was a +much younger man, with fair hair and blue eyes. He was no soldier, but +skilled in all manual labor, and, moreover, a scholar and a scribe.</p> + +<p>The two friends settled in the village of Plymouth, and Miles Standish +soon distinguished himself by his warlike qualities and was made captain +of the town,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> while John Alden, who lived with him, acted as his +secretary and household companion.</p> + +<p>One day they were sitting together, Miles reading about Caesar's great +victories, and John occupied in writing letters to his people at home, +filled mostly with accounts of the beautiful Puritan maiden, Priscilla. +Presently Miles Standish looked up from his reading and said to John: +"When you have finished writing I have something important to tell you."</p> + +<p>"I am ready to listen," cheerfully replied the young man.</p> + +<p>"Since Rose Standish died years ago," said the Captain, "my life has +been a very dreary one. In my hours of loneliness I have often thought +of the maiden, Priscilla, who is as friendless as I am. She is quite +alone in the world, for her mother, father, and brother all died in the +winter. I have never dared speak my thoughts to her, but I want you to +do so for me. Go to Priscilla and tell her that a blunt old captain, +readier at action than words, loves her dearly. You are a scholar and +can speak to her in tender words such as are best suited to win the +heart of a maiden."</p> + +<p>Bewildered and dismayed at his friend's request, John replied: "Indeed I +cannot give such a message as this. If you would have a thing well done +you must do it yourself, not leave it to others—these are your own +words."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Captain gravely shook his head. "I cannot, indeed," said he. "I can +march up to a fortress and summon the place to surrender, but I dare not +face a woman with such a proposal. Surely you will not refuse to do what +I ask in the name of our friendship."</p> + +<p>John Alden felt he could no longer withstand the Captain's earnest +request, so he reluctantly consented and went forth on his errand. His +way led him through the woods, where he gathered some may-flowers as a +gift for Priscilla. When he drew near Priscilla's home he found her +spinning industriously and singing as she worked. As John entered, she +rose and held out her hand to him, saying: "I knew it was you when I +heard your step in the passage; I was thinking of you as I sat there +spinning and singing."</p> + +<p>John was so pleased that she should have been thinking of him that he +could frame no reply, but held out the flowers to her in silent answer. +Then they sat down and talked of their friends at home and of the +<i>Mayflower</i>, which was to return to England the next day. Priscilla +confessed she felt so lonely and wretched that she wished she could +return to England too, and John answered: "I cannot blame you for that +wish. A woman requires someone stronger than herself to lean on, so I +have come to you now<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> with an offer of marriage from a good and true +man, Miles Standish, the Captain of Plymouth."</p> + +<p>Not even the Captain himself could have spoken more bluntly than did +John, and Priscilla looked at him in amazement. At length she exclaimed: +"If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, why does +he not come himself and take the trouble to woo me?"</p> + +<p>Poor John tried to smooth matters over. Quite forgetful of himself, he +pleaded the Captain's cause, said how kindly, generous, and brave he +was, what a splendid soldier and leader, and added that any woman might +be proud to be called the wife of Miles Standish. But all his eloquence +was wasted, for the maiden only looked at him and said smilingly: "Why +don't you speak for yourself, John?"</p> + +<p>Here was a pretty pass for an honest man to be in! Joyful to think that +Priscilla loved him and yet saddened for his friend's sake, John left +the house and wandered down to the seashore, undecided what he ought to +do in the matter. Suddenly he looked up and saw the shadowy form of the +<i>Mayflower</i> riding at anchor, ready to set sail on the morrow, and he +made up his mind that it was his duty to return to England on the ship.</p> + +<p>Strong in his resolution, he returned home and related to the Captain +all that had happened. But when<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> he came to the words Priscilla had +spoken, the Captain stamped on the floor and shouted, angrily: "John +Alden, you have betrayed me! We are no longer friends, and there can be +nothing between us henceforth but war and hatred!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/image_064.jpg" width="500" height="348" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>In the midst of his angry words a man came in bringing a message of +urgent importance. There were rumors of danger, threats of war from +hostile Indian tribes, and the Captain was summoned to a council +meeting.</p> + +<p>Still enraged, the Captain hastened away to the council and found it +already assembled and impatiently waiting his coming. A +ferocious-looking Indian was standing by a table on which lay a +rattlesnake's skin<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> filled with arrows; this was the Indians' signal of +warfare. The council was debating whether it would be better to reply to +the challenge or try peaceful measures, but Miles Standish settled the +matter without more ado. Advancing to the table, he picked up the +rattlesnake's skin, and with a gesture of contempt jerked the Indian +arrows from it. Then he filled the skin to the brim with powder and +bullets and handed it back to the Indian, saying in a tone of thunder:</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/image_065.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Illustration" /></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Here, take it! This is your answer!" The savage took the challenge in +silence, glided from the room, and soon disappeared into the recesses of +the forest.</p> + +<p>Miles Standish returned late from the council and threw himself, dressed +as he was, on his pallet, so that he might be ready to set out at any +moment. John Alden was lying awake, but he was resentful at the +Captain's angry words to him and pretended to be asleep. At earliest +dawn Standish awoke and, taking his musket, strode from the room. John +Alden yearned to bid his friend farewell, but his pride would not let +him, and he beheld the Captain depart in anger and spoke no word.</p> + +<p>Then he arose, made his own preparations, and went down to the shore. A +boat was waiting to convey him to the ship, but, as he was already +standing with one foot on the gunwale, he caught sight of Priscilla +looking at him with a sad and reproachful gaze.</p> + +<p>At once his purpose changed. He determined that he would not go away, +but would remain and protect her. The captain of the ship bade farewell +to his friends and pushed off his boat. Not one of all who had set out +in the <i>Mayflower</i> returned with her. The pilgrims wished the captain +and his men Godspeed and went back to their life of toil in the new +world.</p> + +<p>As John turned to depart, Priscilla stood beside him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> and they spoke +together long and earnestly. She gently reproached John for pleading the +cause of another. "I was hurt that you should urge me to marry Captain +Miles Standish, even though he is your friend. I must tell you the +truth; your friendship is more to me than all the love he could offer."</p> + +<p>Said John: "Of all your friends, let me be the nearest and dearest, and +I promise that I will be true and faithful to you always."</p> + +<p>He would not say more than this, for, although he longed to tell +Priscilla of his love for her, he had vowed not to do so. Loyalty to his +absent friend forbade him and he thought to himself: "I will not speak +to Priscilla of this until there is no longer any anger betwixt Miles +Standish and myself."</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Miles Standish was marching steadily northward with a small +troop of soldiers led by their brave Indian guide, Hobomok. After a +three days' march they reached an Indian encampment and saw the women at +work by the tents and the warriors sitting round the fire in full +war-paint.</p> + +<p>When the Indians saw the white men approaching, two of the mightiest +warriors sprang up and came to parley with Standish, offering him a +present of furs. Then they spoke through the Indian interpreter, begging +the soldiers for muskets and powder, but when Standish refused and said +he would give them a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> Bible instead, they changed their tone and began +to boast and bluster.</p> + +<p>One of the chiefs cried: "Is this the mighty Captain the white men have +sent to destroy us? He is a little man, let him go and work with the +women!" Standish looked keenly round him and became aware of shadowy +forms of Indians creeping round the bushes in ambush, but he feigned not +to see them and stood his ground undaunted, listening calmly to the +interpreter's words. But when the Indian chief began to taunt him, his +hot blood rose within him, and, snatching the boaster's knife from him, +he stabbed him to the heart. A flight of arrows immediately poured on +the little band from all sides, but they replied with deadly fire from +their guns and after a fierce fight the first victory lay with the white +men.</p> + +<p>Month after month passed by and Miles Standish continued to scour the +land with his forces till his name became a terror to all the hostile +Indian tribes. In the little village of Plymouth the time passed +peacefully on. John Alden built himself a new house, dug a well, and +planted an orchard hard by. As he worked he thought ever of Priscilla +and knew that his happiness would not be complete until he might venture +to ask her to share the fruits of his toil.</p> + +<p>One day he was sitting with the maiden, awkwardly holding a skein of +yarn for her to wind, when a mes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>senger arrived in frantic haste +bringing terrible news from the village. Miles Standish was dead, shot +down by a poisoned arrow as he was leading his men to battle. Remorseful +and yet glad that nothing now stood between him and the fulfillment of +his hopes, John Alden turned to Priscilla and won her ready consent to +become his bride.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_069.jpg" width="400" height="488" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>So one bright summer's day the simple wedding took place according to +Puritan custom. Just as the service was ending, a somber figure clad in +steel armor appeared on the threshold. The bridegroom turned pale at the +sight and the bride hid her face on his shoulder. When the last prayer +had been said, the figure strode into the room, and with amazement the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +people beheld the Captain of Plymouth whom they had mourned as dead. +Grasping the bridegroom's hand Miles Standish begged his forgiveness, +which was gladly granted; he then saluted the bride and a new bond of +friendship was entered into by all three. Full of eager questions the +guests then gathered round the Captain, all speaking at once, till the +poor man declared he had far rather break into an Indian encampment than +come to a wedding to which he had not been invited.</p> + +<p>When the confusion had at length subsided, John led out his snow-white +steer covered with crimson cloth and with a cushion for a saddle. His +wife, he declared, should ride to her home like a queen, not plod like a +peasant. And so the bridal procession set out, Priscilla riding and John +leading her gentle steed. No sad thoughts marred their homecoming, for +their friend had been saved from a cruel death and his kindly words +added a crowning joy to their happiness.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_071.jpg" width="600" height="416" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<h2 class="smcap"><a name="WENTWORTH" id="WENTWORTH"></a> +<i>Lady<br /> +Wentworth</i></h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_o.jpg" alt="O" width="50" height="50" /></div> +<p>ne bright summer morning, rather more than a hundred years ago, comely +Mistress Stavers stood with folded arms at her tavern door and watched +her husband drive his stage-coach, four-in-hand, down the long lane and +out into the country. Above her head hung the tavern sign—a portrait of +the Earl of Halifax, resplendent in his scarlet coat and flaxen wig. +Looking down, he was struck afresh with the charms of the +tavern-keeper's handsome wife, and, though he was in a somewhat battered +condition owing to his advanced age and the extremes of weather to which +he had been exposed, he almost made up his mind to fall at her feet and +declare his love.</p> + +<p>At that moment, however, his train of thought was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> interrupted by the +vision of a barefooted, ragged little girl hurrying down the street. In +spite of her shabby, mean attire, you could hardly help noticing how +pretty she was, with her rough curly hair falling over her shoulders and +her eyes dancing with laughter; in her hand she carried a brimming pail +of water which dripped on to her little bare feet as she tripped along. +Smiles played over the childish face and rippling sun-beams danced in +her pail. The susceptible Earl of Halifax gazed at this picture with +feelings of delight, but Dame Stavers evidently did not approve of it, +for the Earl heard her say, "Fie for shame, Martha Hilton! How dare you +go about the town half-dressed and looking such a sight!" The little +gypsy maid laughed and replied saucily, "No matter how I look now. One +day you will see me riding in my own chariot, ma'am."</p> + +<p>Dame Stavers was too amazed at the audacity of these words to make any +reply, but the Earl of Halifax smiled kindly at the little maid as she +walked on with her heavy burden. When she reached the corner of the +street, she looked back for a moment, then turned and passed out of +sight.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_073.jpg" width="400" height="482" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>The Earl of Halifax swung for a while on his sign and pondered. His +attention was next arrested by a magnificent carriage rolling rapidly +by. Outriders in scarlet liveries bestrode the spirited horses, whose +silver <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>harness glittered brightly in the sun. Within the chariot a +dignified gentleman sat in solitary state. He was a stately personage +with powdered hair, wearing a three-cornered hat and a crimson velvet +coat; diamond buckles sparkled at his knees, and in his hand he carried +a gold-headed cane. As the carriage passed the inn, Mistress Stavers +dropped several low curtseys, for this was General Wentworth driving out +to his great house, which stood just outside the town overlooking the +sea.</p> + +<p>A stately pile standing near the high road but hidden from it by trees, +the Governor's house was indeed a pleasant abode. Within, it was +magnificent to behold with its oak floors and carved chimney-pieces. All +through the winter immense fires of logs blazed cheerily on the open +hearths, while portraits of dead and gone Wentworths in heavy gilt +frames looked placidly down from the tapestry-covered walls. Beneath the +tapestry were doors which opened unawares and led into mysterious +passages and up queer little flights of stairs.</p> + +<p>Here dwelt the great man, Governor Wentworth, but no one shared its +comfort with him, for he was a widower and childless, and though no one +ever heard him complain, sometimes he felt his loneliness very keenly.</p> + +<p>At this time Martha Hilton, the pretty little gypsy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> maid was thirteen +years old, and soon after the day when we met her tripping down the main +street of Portsmouth, she went to be a servant at the house of Governor +Wentworth. For seven long years she worked hard and faithfully.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A maid of all work, whether coarse or fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A servant who made service seem divine."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Under her care the mirrors glistened and the brasses shone; the very +knocker on the great front entrance looked brighter whenever she passed +by. And all this time, as Martha grew from childhood into woman-hood, +there was someone who watched, unknown to her, all her doings.</p> + +<p>Time passed on, bringing with it the Governor's sixtieth birthday, and +at the great house it was determined to give a banquet in honor of the +occasion. Invitations were sent out to all Governor Wentworth's friends +in the neighborhood, and when the day arrived, a very noble assemblage +sat down to the feast. At the commencement of the banquet the Reverend +Arthur Brown, the rector, who was seated at the host's right hand, said +grace, and then the feast went on merrily. After the guests had finished +eating and the King's health had been drunk, the Governor gave a +whispered message to a man-servant, who disappeared and presently +returned with a beautiful girl, simply and neatly dressed. The guests +scarcely noticed her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> presence, but the Governor stood up in his place +and, looking down at the rector, said: "This is my birthday; it shall +also be my wedding-day, and you shall marry me."</p> + +<p>The guests were greatly mystified, and the reverend gentleman not less +so, but he answered politely: "It would indeed be a pleasant task, your +Excellency, but may I ask to whom I am to marry you?" "To this lady," +replied the Governor, and beckoned to Martha Hilton to stand by his +side. Blushing and confused the maiden timidly obeyed, but the rector +hesitated and said nothing. Then the Governor cried impatiently: "If you +hesitate to do as I ask you, then, as chief magistrate, I command you."</p> + +<p>Seeing that all objections would be useless the rector obeyed, and read +the marriage-service in loud, clear tones. The Governor placed a ring on +the fourth finger of the bride's fair left hand, and Martha Hilton +became Lady Wentworth of the Hall.</p> + +<p>Thus the saucy boast, which the little gypsy had uttered in jest seven +years before, came true, and when Lady Wentworth drove in her chariot +through the main street of Portsmouth none dropped a lower curtsey than +the tavern-keeper's wife. The Earl of Halifax smiled serenely but said +nothing.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_077.jpg" width="600" height="236" alt="Illustration" /></div> +<h2><a name="Elizabeth" id="Elizabeth"></a><span class="smcap">Elizabeth</span></h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_e.jpg" alt="E" width="44" height="50" /></div> +<p>lizabeth Haddon, the gentle Quaker maiden, sat one winter evening in +her farm-house kitchen, which served both for kitchen and parlor, and +talked to Hannah the housemaid. "How short the days are," she said, "and +how quickly night overtakes us. In the old country there is a long +twilight, but here in the forest is hardly a moment between daylight and +lamplight. Yet how grand winter is with its spotless mantle of snow."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, winter is beautiful enough," replied Hannah, "and if only we +could walk with our feet on the ceiling like flies, I should not +complain. But this great river, the Delaware, is not crowded with tall +sailing vessels like the Thames. Here we see nothing but pine-trees +already flecked with snow. There is snow in the air and to-morrow all +the roads will be blocked. I pity Joseph, who will have to break through +the snow-drifts with his sled and oxen, and how in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> all the world shall +we get to Meeting on First Day (Sunday)?"</p> + +<p>Elizabeth gently reproved her talkative servant for grumbling, then rose +and put her sewing away. Meanwhile, Hannah fastened the shutters, spread +the cloth, and lighted the lamp. Then she made the tea and placed on the +table a brown loaf and butter fresh from the dairy. As they partook of +their simple meal, Elizabeth said: "Joseph is a long time on his errand. +I sent him to the village with a hamper of food and clothing for the +poor. He is a good lad, always ready and willing."</p> + +<p>Hannah smiled with pleasure at her mistress's praise of her fellow +servant, and Elizabeth continued: "This house is a long way from the +village, and we should be lonely if it were not for friends passing by +who sometimes stay the night here."</p> + +<p>Hannah, who resembled John Gilpin's famous wife in that she had "a +frugal mind," did not altogether approve of what her generous mistress +said.</p> + +<p>"Many people do indeed pay us a visit," she remarked, "and they treat +this house just as if it were an inn, coming and going exactly as they +please."</p> + +<p>"All I have is the Lord's, not mine," replied Elizabeth gently. "I am +only left here in trust to distribute His gifts among the poor and those +who devote their lives to His service. It was for this purpose that my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +father built this house in the clearing, and, though he did not come +here himself, I came in his stead. So we must not grudge to others the +crumbs that fall from our table."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/image_079.jpg" width="500" height="379" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>A little ashamed of herself, Hannah was silent for a while, and +Elizabeth went on to say in her gentle voice: "Dost thou remember, +Hannah, the great May meeting in London when I was still a child? No +sound was heard in all that great assembly till at length a young man, +named John Estaugh, rose in his place and spoke so powerfully that all +hearts were stirred. I cannot tell why, but to-day there is a strong +feeling within me that I shall see him again."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + +<p>As she finished speaking, a sound of sleigh-bells came nearer and nearer +and a sleigh drew up at the farm-house gate. Joseph had evidently +returned from his errand but not alone, for the voices of two men were +heard talking together.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_080.jpg" width="400" height="270" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>It was very dark in the yard, so Hannah lighted the great tin lantern +and went out to give it to Joseph. Presently she returned, ushering in a +tall and youthful stranger, whose cheeks were aglow from the wintry air. +As he entered, Elizabeth advanced to meet him with outstretched hands, +as if he were an expected guest, and said: "Thou art welcome, John +Estaugh."</p> + +<p>"Dost thou remember me, Elizabeth?" replied the stranger. "It seems a +wonderful thing that after so many years have passed I should find thee +again. It was surely the hand of the Lord which conducted me to thy +threshold. As I was on my journey, I saw a wayfarer standing at the +roadside seemingly weary<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> with travel. I greeted the man and offered to +take him to his home. He mounted the sleigh beside me, and on the way he +told me of thee and thy homestead. And, as I remembered thy name and thy +father and mother in England, I have paused on my journey to see thee +and wish thee strength in the good work thou art doing."</p> + +<p>At that moment Joseph came in carrying the lantern, which he carefully +extinguished and hung on its nail. Then all sat down to supper together, +for beneath that roof there was no distinction of person—they were one +family, one household.</p> + +<p>When supper was over they drew their chairs to the fire-place and +talked, that is, all except Hannah, who busied herself in clearing the +table and making ready the guest-chamber. Then Elizabeth told John +Estaugh how it was that she had come to live on the farm alone, except +for her two faithful servants, secure in the belief that her duty lay +here in the desert.</p> + +<p>Thus they talked till bed-time, and at daybreak Joseph cleared a pathway +through the snow-drifts and made ready to conduct the stranger to his +destination. Elizabeth and John bade each other farewell at the gate, +the latter promising to return for the Meeting in May.</p> + +<p>Time went on, till at length the cold winter was at an end and balmy +spring came over the land, bringing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> the song of birds and covering the +earth with flowers. One pleasant morning in May a long procession of men +and women, among them John Estaugh, came riding past on their way to the +Meeting in the neighboring town. On the way they halted at Elizabeth's +farm to rest and partake of the rye bread, currant wine, and honey fresh +from the hives, which were offered to them in generous abundance. Then +Elizabeth, Hannah, and Joseph mounted their horses and prepared to set +out with the others, but when they had started, Elizabeth lingered a +little behind and whispered to John, "Tarry a while, for I have +something to tell thee which must not be lightly spoken in the presence +of others since it concerns me and thee only."</p> + +<p>Slowly they rode through the woods together, and the morning was so +bright and fair that it was a pleasure just to be alive. Then Elizabeth +said slowly, as if it were a secret she felt compelled to reveal, though +she would fain have kept it hidden: "I will no longer conceal what is +laid upon me to tell thee; I have received from the Lord a charge to +love thee, John Estaugh."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_083.jpg" width="400" height="577" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Somewhat surprised at the frank words the maiden had spoken, John made +answer: "All thy ways, thy words and meekness of spirit are indeed +pleasant to me, but as yet I have no voice to direct me in this +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>matter. When the work which the Lord has appointed for me is ended, I +will commune with my own heart and wait for its guidance."</p> + +<p>Then Elizabeth said tranquilly: "It is best so. We will not speak +further on the matter, but I had to tell thee this, for to-morrow thou +art going away across the sea and I know not when I shall see thee +again. But, if God wills, thou wilt return again to seek me and will +find me still here." And they rode onward in silence to join the others +and entered the town in their company.</p> + +<p>Thus Elizabeth and John met and parted once more like "Ships that pass +in the night, and speak to each other in passing." The quiet life in the +homestead went on just as it had done before. Always thoughtful and kind +to others, Elizabeth lived and worked on her lonely farm, ever patient +and uncomplaining. And Hannah too, urged by her mistress's example, was +never idle; early and late she was always to be found at work, washing, +scouring, or cooking, till her cheeks grew rosy from her exertions.</p> + +<p>She amused herself by teasing Joseph and, though at heart she was really +very fond of him, whenever he attempted to make love to her, she would +never listen seriously, but always laugh at him and make fun of his +clumsy devotion. This was quite unlike the way a demure Puritan maiden +should conduct herself, and at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> times Elizabeth was obliged to chide her +housemaid for her light behavior.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile John Estaugh had sailed over the sea bearing in his heart a +precious secret. He pondered over it, till at length it was borne in +upon him that his duty might go hand-in-hand with his inclination, and +that even if he accepted this wondrous gift of a true woman's love, he +could also follow in the way he deemed the right one. So he returned +from his journey, and on the first Sabbath Day after his arrival he rose +in the silent assembly and holding Elizabeth's hand, which trembled a +little in his strong grasp, he promised, in the presence of the whole +congregation, to be true and kind and faithful in all things to his +wife. Such were the simple marriage rites of Elizabeth Haddon and John +Estaugh.</p> + +<p>Then honest Joseph, who thus far had not fared over well in his wooing, +ventured to urge Hannah the housemaid to join her lot with his and +follow the example of their master and mistress. But although Hannah +still said "Nay," she added: "Thee may make believe and see what comes +of it, Joseph." So I am inclined to think that she did give in after +all.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><img src="images/image_086.jpg" width="600" height="229" alt="Illustration" /></div> +<h2 class="smcap"><a name="The_Monk_and_the_Ass" id="The_Monk_and_the_Ass"></a><i>The Monk and the Ass</i></h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_o.jpg" alt="O" width="50" height="50" /></div> +<p>nce upon a time, some centuries ago, two weary Franciscan monks were +wending their way, in the hot glare of the noonday sun, to their +convent, whose white walls and spires gleamed like a patch of snow on +the hillside some distance away.</p> + +<p>The first of these monks was named Brother Anthony. He was a spare and +silent man, much given to fasting and prayer. His monk's habit hung in +loose folds on his thin body, his hair was thin and gray, and he stooped +wearily as he walked along. A simple soul was the monk Anthony, +accustomed only to listen and obey the commands of others.</p> + +<p>Of a very different stamp was his companion, Brother Timothy, large and +robust with rosy cheeks and bristling red hair. He was tall and broad +shouldered and his robe fitted tightly round his portly form. Brother +Timothy had ever a jest on his lips, and the more sober monks were +sometimes scandalized at the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> noise and uproar he created in the convent +refectory. Moreover, it was useless to exhort Timothy to cease jesting +and study his Mass-book, for the simple reason that the jovial monk had +never learned to read.</p> + +<p>It was a very hot day. The monks' dark robes were covered with dust and +torn by briers, and the two holy men made slow progress owing to the +heavy wallets full of provisions which they were carrying on their +backs. Now, as they passed the outskirts of a lonely wood, to their +surprise they beheld an ass tethered to a tree, and blinking lazily at +the passers-by. This donkey was the property of a certain Farmer +Gilbert, who had come thither to gather faggots. He had wandered deep +into the forest to collect enough wood, leaving his donkey to rest in +the shade.</p> + +<p>No sooner did Brother Timothy catch sight of the patient animal than he +cried out: "See, brother, what a piece of good fortune has befallen us! +We will lay our wallets on this creature's back."</p> + +<p>This being done, he removed the halter from the ass's neck and proceeded +to tether himself to the same tree where the donkey had been tied. +Brother Anthony looked on at these queer doings in great amazement, +which was not lessened when Brother Timothy broke out into a merry peal +of laughter and cried: "Drive the ass before you with your staff to the +convent, and, when you arrive there, tell the brethren that you were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +obliged to leave me at a farm, as I was worn out and ill with fever, and +that the farmer lent you his ass to carry our heavy wallets, which are +filled with provisions for their use."</p> + +<p>Brother Anthony knew quite well that it would be fruitless to try and +reason with Brother Timothy when the latter was bent on playing one of +his mad pranks, so he made no reply but obeyed in silence. Driving the +ass before him, he arrived safely with the wallets at the convent and +left his comrade to his fate.</p> + +<p>Presently Farmer Gilbert came forth from the wood laden with faggots and +stood aghast to see the ponderous body of the friar fastened to the tree +where he had left his ass. Dropping his load of wood, he stood +open-mouthed and trembling and then hastily crossed himself, for he +thought that this was the work of the Evil One.</p> + +<p>"Be not amazed," quoth Brother Timothy, "that where you left an ass you +should find a poor, half-starved Franciscan friar. Set me free and you +shall hear my piteous story."</p> + +<p>With shaking fingers the farmer unloosed the rope, and the monk +continued: "Although I wear the garb of a holy friar, I am a sinful man. +You imagine you have owned an ass, but it was myself, transformed into +this shape for the deadly sin of gluttony, and condemned to do penance +by feeding on grass and being<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> beaten and starved by your household. +Think of the miserable life I have endured, the windy shed which was my +home, and the damp and musty straw which formed my bed; my scanty food +was given me grudgingly and I have patiently endured toil and blows. But +to-day my penance is at an end and I begin life as a monk again."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_089.jpg" width="400" height="333" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Simple Farmer Gilbert was conscience-stricken at hearing such words as +these, and, falling on his knees before the friar, implored his pardon. +The deceitful monk, rejoiced to think that his tale had been so readily +believed, generously forgave the farmer for his past conduct, and even +consented to be his guest for the night as it was getting late and he +stood in need of rest.</p> + +<p>The farmer led his guest to his humble white-washed cottage, which stood +on a hillside covered with fruitful olive trees. Drawing near, they +found the farmer's wife, comely Dame Cicely, his children, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> his old +father waiting the return of the master of the house, and, when the +monk's wonderful tale was told anew, they were no less penitent and +amazed than the farmer himself had been. Deeply they grieved over the +harsh treatment the holy man had endured at their hands, and, poor as +they were, set about forthwith to prepare a grand supper to satisfy +Brother Timothy's hunger after such a long and rigid fast. The good wife +killed her last two fowls, and made them into a salad; then she brought +out her best wine and begged her honored guest to fall to.</p> + +<p>Brother Timothy played his part well. He ate and drank as though he had +been starving for a twelve-month, and, all the while, he talked and +laughed without stopping and wagged his red beard, till at length the +farmer grew angry with his guest and ventured to reprove him in good +round terms.</p> + +<p>"Good father," said he, "it is easy to see that for some persons +punishment is right and needful. The manner in which you have behaved +to-night after your long penance clearly proves that you have but little +strength against temptation and shows in what peril you stand of +relapsing into your deadly sin of greediness. Take my advice; return to +your convent at sunrise to-morrow and there repent, fast and scourge +yourself, for you are in great danger of becoming an ass again. Be wise +and remain here no longer, or else I may be tempted to use the whip to +you, and I should not deal so lightly with you as you would with +yourself."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_091.jpg" width="400" height="541" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p> +<p>Brother Timothy had the grace to blush deeply at this well-deserved +reproof, but wisely made no reply, and soon the whole household sought +their beds. The next morning they awoke at sunrise, at the hour when the +cock should have crowed, only, as you know, they had eaten him for +supper the previous evening. The monk, who had recovered his good +spirits, rose betimes, and, having breakfasted, set out in haste, for he +heard the distant matin bell ringing from the convent and so made his +leave-taking a very brief one.</p> + +<p>It was a balmy summer morning, filled with the song of birds and the +subdued lowing of cattle; the beautiful Italian countryside looked its +loveliest, but Brother Timothy cared naught for all this. His thoughts +were concerned only with his own affairs, and it was not till the +convent walls appeared before him that he quickened his steps and began +to take an interest in what was going on.</p> + +<p>As he entered the convent gate, he saw the ass standing patiently there +just as he had found him in the wood. Brother Timothy at once hastened +to the Abbot and, after telling him a plausible tale of sickness and +weariness which had prevented him from returning to the convent on the +previous day, he went<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> on to explain that the ass had been sent as a +present to the Brotherhood; the owner, who was a wealthy man, had +bestowed it on the convent, so that it might ease the poor monks from +always carrying such heavy burdens on their journeys to the neighboring +village.</p> + +<p>Now this was a matter which required careful consideration, and for some +days the Abbot thought over in his mind the difficult question of how he +should dispose of the gift. On the one hand, it would be pleasant for +the monks to be spared so much toil, but, on the other, it would make +them lazy and self-indulgent, and the world would find reason for +scandal and reproof. So finally he determined to sell the ass, in order +to save the expense of his keep, and to put by the money which its sale +would fetch. He would save himself from any annoyance and, in addition, +gain a substantial sum of money for the Brotherhood.</p> + +<p>The ass was forthwith dispatched to the neighboring fair, whither it +happened by chance that Farmer Gilbert had come. He soon caught sight of +the ass and, coming up, he whispered in its ear: "Alas, good father, I +see that my warnings were useless, and that your gluttony has changed +you into an ass again." The ass, feeling something tickling its ear, +turned round and shook its head as if to contradict what he had just +heard.</p> + +<p>"I know you well," continued Gilbert, in a loud<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> voice. "You cannot deny +that you are the Franciscan friar named Timothy," But the ass still +shook its head, and Gilbert continued to argue with the animal till a +crowd gathered round them and began to mock and jeer.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/image_094.jpg" width="500" height="522" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>"If this ass is Brother Timothy," they cried, "you ought to buy him and +feed him on the tenderest grass. It would surely be an act of charity to +show some kind<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>ness to a poor unfortunate who has been transformed into +an ass."</p> + +<p>The simple farmer took their advice, bought his own ass and led him +homeward over hill and dale and, as they went, he exhorted the animal to +behave well and be content. The children ran to meet their father and, +when they saw what he was leading, they shouted for joy, for they could +not understand that this creature was a holy friar, and not their own +lost donkey.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Brother Timothy," they cried, "we are so glad you have come back to +us; we were afraid that you were dead and that we would never see you +any more!"</p> + +<p>Then they wove green garlands for his neck, patted him and kissed his +head, and led him back to his stable. Henceforward, the donkey, who was +always known as Brother Timothy, led a life of luxury; he had little +work given him to do and so much hay and corn to eat, that he grew +ungrateful and vicious. At length Farmer Gilbert lost his patience and +said to the ass: "As our kindness is not repaid by good behavior, I +shall have to see what a sound thrashing will do."</p> + +<p>It would be difficult to tell you of all the vices that this spoiled +animal had fallen into; among others was a habit of flinging up his +heels, breaking his halter, and running away through woods and over +meadows, de<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span>fying the efforts of everyone to catch him. But his gravest +offense was breaking out of his shed at night and ravaging the cabbage +patch. This was too much for even the long-suffering farmer to endure, +and he determined to take strong measures to curb the donkey's +wickedness, whether the animal were a holy friar or not. So Brother +Timothy was sent back again to his old life of toil. He was beaten +without mercy, and instead of luxuries and caresses he had to work +harder than he had ever done before. And this was not the worst, for as +his work grew more his food grew less, till at last the poor creature +could only take his revenge on his hard taskmaster by dying.</p> + +<p>Great was the lamentation which then uprose, and sad was Farmer Gilbert +to think that the unfortunate monk had died without repenting of his +sins. Dame Cicely and the children cried for a week, and Farmer Gilbert +recounted all the virtues of the deceased and added solemnly: "May +Heaven pardon Brother Timothy and keep us from the deadly sin of +greed!"</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image_097.jpg" width="600" height="320" alt="Illustration" /></div> +<h2><a name="Evangeline" id="Evangeline"></a><span class="smcap">Evangeline</span></h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_i.jpg" alt="I" width="25" height="50" /></div> +<p>n the land of Acadia, within a fruitful and secluded valley, lay the +little village of Grand-Pré. Its inhabitants were a sturdy race of +French farmers, hard-working, kind, and generous. The land was +exceedingly fruitful, and so freely did these simple farmers give to +others that poverty was almost unknown in the village. The pleasant +farmhouses had neither locks to the doors nor bars to the windows, but +stood open like the hearts of their owners.</p> + +<p>At a short distance from the village dwelt the wealthy farmer, Benedict +Bellefontaine, an upright and stately man, in spite of his seventy +years. With him lived his only daughter, Evangeline, a lovely maiden of +seventeen summers, and the pride and joy of his old age. Her black eyes +gleamed brightly from beneath the shade of her brown tresses and when, +on Sunday<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> mornings she walked down the village street to church, +wearing her Norman cap, blue kirtle and earrings, all eyes turned to +look at her with admiration, for she was without doubt the most +beautiful girl in the whole village.</p> + +<p>Of suitors she had many, but none found favor in her eyes save young +Gabriel, the son of Basil the blacksmith. Basil and Benedict were old +friends, and their children had grown up together almost as brother and +sister, learning the same lessons and sharing the same sports and +pastimes. As they grew up, their childish love deepened and +strengthened, and now, with the warm approval of their respective +fathers, their marriage was soon to take place.</p> + +<p>One evening, Benedict was sitting by his fireside, and near him +Evangeline was busy spinning, for in those days it was the duty of an +industrious housewife to make all the linen which would be required for +her future home. Presently the latch was lifted and in came the stalwart +blacksmith with his son. The two elders took their usual seats near the +hearth and smoked their pipes, while the young couple stood apart by the +window and talked of their future life.</p> + +<p>Said Basil: "I do not like the look of things just now. English ships +with cannon pointed against us are at anchor in our harbor. We do not +yet know whether their intention be good or ill, but we are all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +summoned to appear in the church to-morrow and hear his Majesty's +command, which is to be made the law of the land."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_099.jpg" width="400" height="375" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>"Nonsense," replied Benedict, "you look on present circumstances too +gloomily. After all, since this land now belongs to the English, it is +only natural that we should have to obey fresh laws. We are an honest +and law-abiding people and they cannot intend to harm us."</p> + +<p>"The English have not forgotten that we helped our kinsmen, the French, +against them," replied the blacksmith. "Many of the villagers fear they +mean to harm us, and have already fled to the forest, taking with them +all the weapons they could lay hands on."</p> + +<p>"Fear no evil, my friend," said the jovial farmer. "To-night, at any +rate, let no shadow of sorrow fall on this house, for we are assembled +here to draw up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> our children's marriage contract. Their house is built, +the barns filled with hay, and all is in readiness for them."</p> + +<p>As he spoke a knock was heard at the door and the worthy notary, Père +Leblanc, came in. The disquieting news in the village was discussed +anew, and the notary said: "Man is unjust, but God is just, and justice +finally triumphs. When I was taken captive and lay imprisoned in a +French fort I was often consoled by an old story which ran thus: 'Once +in an ancient city, whose name I cannot recall, poised on a column, +stood a brazen statue of Justice. In her right hand she held a sword, +and in her left a pair of scales. The birds of the air had no fear of +the sword which flashed and glittered in the sunshine, and some of the +boldest among them even built their nests in the scales. Now it chanced +that a necklace of pearls was lost in a nobleman's palace and suspicion +fell on a young maid-servant. Although her guilt could not be proved, +she was condemned to death, and her execution took place at the foot of +the statue of Justice. But as her innocent spirit rose to heaven, lo! a +terrible storm swept over the city and struck the statue with such force +that the scales of the balance were hurled down on to the pavement. When +they were picked up, in the hollow was found a magpie's nest, into the +clay sides of which the pearl necklace was interwoven.'"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><span class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><img src="images/image_101.jpg" width="400" height="570" alt="Illustration" /></span></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> + +<p>The blacksmith was silent, though not convinced by the notary's tale, +but he said nothing further on the subject. The notary produced his +papers and ink-horn and drew out in due form the marriage contract +between Gabriel and Evangeline; then, pocketing the substantial fee +which the farmer offered him, he drank the young couple's health and +withdrew. The old men settled down to their customary game of draughts, +and the lovers sat in the window-seat watching the moon rise and the +stars come out one by one. At nine the village curfew rang, and the +guests rose up and departed.</p> + +<p>The next morning a betrothal feast was held in Benedict's orchard. The +young men and maidens danced gayly to the sound of old Michael's +fiddling, and of them all no maiden was so fair as Evangeline, no youth +so handsome as Gabriel. Thus was the morning passed, and soon the +church-bells and the beat of drums summoned the people to the appointed +meeting-place. The women were bidden to wait in the churchyard, while +the men thronged into the church. The guard came marching from the +English ships, and, when they had entered the sacred building, the heavy +doors were fastened and the crowd waited eagerly to hear what was +coming. Speaking from the steps of the altar, the Commander said: "You +are summoned here to-day by his Majesty the King's command, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> he has +given me a painful duty to perform. The will of our monarch is that all +your lands, dwellings, and cattle be forfeited to the crown, and that +you yourselves shall be transported to other lands. And now I declare +you my prisoners."</p> + +<p>Loud was the clamor of sorrow and anger which uprose at these words and +Basil the blacksmith shouted wildly: "Down with the tyrants of England!" +In the midst of the angry tumult the door of the chancel opened and +Father Felician entered the church. Ascending the steps of the altar, +the good priest made a gesture to command silence and all were subdued +by his noble words: "Even of our enemies let us say, 'O Father, forgive +them!'" Then he calmly conducted the evening service, and never were +prayers more earnestly said than on that dreadful night.</p> + +<p>For four days the men were imprisoned in the church, while their +womenfolk, sick with sorrow, waited in their homes. On the fifth day a +long procession of women and children came, driving in ponderous wagons +laden with their household goods, down to the seashore. Then the church +doors were unbarred, and, pale with grief and imprisonment, the Acadian +peasants marched to the harbor under the escort of soldiers. Evangeline +was on the watch for her dear ones; to her lover she whispered words of +encouragement, and strove to cheer her father, though<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> sadly affrighted +by his dejection and the way he seemed suddenly to have grown much +older.</p> + +<p>At the place of embarking the greatest confusion prevailed. Small boats +plied between the shore and the ships and thus wives were torn from +their husbands and mothers, too late, saw their children left behind. +Half the task was not finished when night came on. Basil and Gabriel +were among those who were taken to the ships, but Evangeline and her +father were left standing in despair on the shore.</p> + +<p>Fires were kindled on the beach, and Father Felician wandered from group +to group, consoling and blessing the poor homeless people. As he paused +where Evangeline and her father were encamped, a sudden flare filled the +sky behind them. All eyes were turned in that direction, and the whole +village was seen to be in flames. Overwhelmed with sorrow the priest and +the maiden gazed at the scene of terror, but Benedict uttered no word, +and, when at last they turned to look at him, he had fallen to the +ground and lay there dead. Separated from her lover and now alone in the +world, the poor girl's courage at length failed her and her grief was +piteous to behold.</p> + +<p>The next morning the old farmer received a hasty burial on the seashore, +and the remainder of the exiles were carried to the ships and +transported to far distant lands.</p> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><img src="images/image_105.jpg" width="400" height="604" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> + + +<h3>PART II</h3> + +<p>Many years had passed away since the burning of the village of +Grand-Pré, and the exiles had been scattered far asunder. Among them a +maiden, patient and meek in spirit, waited and wandered. Sometimes she +lingered in towns, at others she passed through the country and wandered +into churchyards, gazing sadly at the crosses and tombstones, but never +did she remain long in the same place. It was Evangeline searching for +her lover, and, though many sought to dissuade her from her quest, and +urged her to listen to the wooing of her faithful suitor Baptista +Leblanc, the notary's son, she only answered sadly: "I cannot, for +whither my heart has gone, there follows my hand." And in all her doings +she was upheld and cheered by her faithful friend, the priest Felician. +Wherever she went she asked for news of Gabriel, and at last she found +out that he and his father had become famous hunters, and had been met +with on one of the vast prairies, but she was never able to trace his +movements.</p> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/image_107.jpg" width="500" height="746" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Still she journeyed onward and onward till, one May, she joined a band +of Acadian exiles who were sailing in a cumbrous boat down the broad +river Mississippi. They were seeking for their kinsmen who, it was +rumored, had settled down as farmers in that fertile district. Day after +day the exiles glided down the river, and night after night they +encamped on its banks and slept by the blazing camp-fires which they +kindled. One night—if only Evangeline had known it—a boat rowed by +hunters and trappers, Gabriel among them, passed by close to their camp. +But the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> exiles' boat was hidden among the willows and they themselves +screened from sight by thick shrubs, so the hunters sped northward and +their passing was unheeded. Only when the sound of their oars had died +away, the maiden awoke and said to the priest: "Father Felician, +something tells me that Gabriel is near me. Chide me not for this +foolish fancy."</p> + +<p>"Not far to the south," answered the faithful priest, "are the towns of +St. Maur and St. Martin, where many of our kinsfolk have settled. There +in that beautiful land, which its inhabitants call the Eden of +Louisiana, the bride shall surely be restored to her bridegroom."</p> + +<p>Full of hope, the travelers continued their journey, and presently +arrived at a herdsman's house which stood in a lovely garden close to +the river. The owner himself, mounted on horseback, was watching his +numerous herds which were grazing in the meadows around him. As he +turned towards his house, he caught sight of the maiden and the priest +coming toward him. With a cry of joy he sprang from his saddle and +hastened towards them, and then the travelers saw that it was none other +than Basil the blacksmith. You can imagine how cordial were the +greetings, how numberless the questions and answers that passed between +them. Only Evangeline grew silent and thoughtful when Gabriel did not +appear, and at length Basil said, "If you came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> by way of the lakes, how +is it that you did not meet my son's boat?"</p> + +<p>"Gone, is Gabriel gone?" murmured Evangeline piteously; she could not +hide her disappointment, and shed bitter tears.</p> + +<p>"Be of good cheer, my child," returned honest Basil, "it is only to-day +he went from here. He grew moody and restless ever thinking of thee, +till at length he could no longer endure this quiet existence. Therefore +I let him go among the Indians, hoping thus to divert his mind from his +troubles. Early to-morrow thou and I will set out after him, and I doubt +not but we shall overtake him and bring him back to his friends."</p> + +<p>A sound of many voices was now heard, and the other travelers came up +joyously led by Michael the fiddler, who had lived with Basil since +their exile, having no other task than that of cheering his companions +by his merry music. Basil invited all the travelers to sup with them, +and greatly did they marvel at the former blacksmith's wealth and many +possessions. When they were seated at the table, Basil told his friends +of the beauty of the country and the fertility of the soil, and, when he +added that land might be had for the asking, they all resolved to settle +there and help to form the new Acadian colony.</p> + +<p>On the morrow, according to his promise, Basil set out to overtake his +son, and Evangeline went with him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> Day after day they journeyed onward +through a wild and desolate country, but could hear no tidings of the +traveler. At length they arrived at the inn of a little Spanish town, +where they heard that Gabriel had left that very place the previous day +and had set out with his horses and guides for the prairies.</p> + +<p>Basil and Evangeline determined not to give up their search, and, hiring +some Indian guides, they followed in the direction which Gabriel had +taken. One evening as they were sitting by their camp-fire, there +entered an Indian woman whose face bore the marks of heavy grief. She +was returning from the far distant hunting-grounds, where her husband +had been cruelly murdered by a hostile tribe. Touched by her sad story, +the white people offered her food and a night's shelter, which she +gratefully accepted. After the evening meal was over, Evangeline and the +stranger sat apart, and the maiden, in her turn, related to the other +the story of her lost lover and her other misfortunes.</p> + +<p>Early the next day the march was resumed, and as they journeyed along, +the Indian woman said: "On the western slope of these mountains dwells +the Black Robe, Chief of the Mission. He talks to the people of their +Heavenly Father and they give heed to his teaching."</p> + +<p>Then said Evangeline: "Let us go to the Mission, for there good tidings +await us."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p> + +<p>So they turned their steeds thither, and just as the sun was setting +they reached a green meadow by the riverside. There the preacher knelt +in prayer and with him a multitude of people. The travelers joined +reverently in the prayers, and when the service was over, the priest +came to welcome the strangers and offered them shelter and a share of +his frugal meal of wheaten cakes and spring water. Afterwards they told +the priest their story, and he said: "Only six days ago Gabriel sat by +my side and told me this same sad tale, then he continued his journey. +He has gone far to the north, but in autumn when the hunting is over he +will return to the Mission."</p> + +<p>Then Evangeline pleaded: "Let me remain with thee, for my soul is sad +and afflicted." This seemed to the others a wise thing to do, so thus it +was arranged. Early on the morrow Basil returned homewards and +Evangeline stayed on at the Mission.</p> + +<p>Slowly and wearily the days passed by, and Evangeline lived and worked +at the Mission till autumn drew on. But still Gabriel did not come, and +the maiden lived on there till the following summer. Then a rumor +reached her ears that Gabriel had encamped in a far distant forest, and +Evangeline took leave of her friends at the Mission and set forth again +to seek her lover, but when she reached the hunter's lodge she found it +deserted and fallen to ruin.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/image_112.jpg" width="500" height="704" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>And now her weary pilgrimage began anew. Her wanderings led her through +towns and villages, now she tarried a while in mission tents, now she +tended the sick and wounded in the camp of a battlefield. As the years +went on, her beauty faded and streaks of gray appeared in her dark hair. +She was fair and young when<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> she began her long journey, faded and old +when it ended in disappointment.</p> + +<p>At length poor Evangeline grew weary of wandering through strange places +and resolved to end her days in the city founded by the great preacher, +Penn. Here other of the Acadian exiles had settled, and Evangeline felt +that there was something homelike in the pleasant streets of the little +city and the friendly speech of the Quakers.</p> + +<p>There for many years she dwelt as a Sister of Mercy, bringing hope and +comfort to the poor and suffering ones. Then it came to pass that a +terrible pestilence fell on the city and thousands perished. The poor +crept away to die in the almshouse, and thither by night and day came +the Sister of Mercy to tend them.</p> + +<p>One Sabbath morning Evangeline passed through the deserted streets and +entered the gates of the almshouse. On her way she paused to pluck some +flowers from the garden, that the dying might be comforted by their +fragrance. As she mounted the stairs she heard the chime of church-bells +and the sound of distant psalm-singing, and a deep calm came over her +soul, for something within her seemed to say, "At length thy trials are +ended!"</p> + +<p>Suddenly, as she was passing down the wards, she stood still and uttered +a cry of anguish. On the pallet before her lay an old man with long gray +hair, and, as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> she gazed, she saw that this was none other than her +lover, Gabriel. She knelt by his bedside and the dying man opened his +eyes and tried to whisper her name, but his strength was spent, and with +one last look he passed away from her.</p> + +<p>Evangeline's weary quest was over; sweetly and patiently she took up her +life again and henceforth lived only for others. And now, in the little +Catholic churchyard of this far-away city, side by side the lovers are +sleeping.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><img src="images/image_115.jpg" width="600" height="182" alt="Illustration" /></div> + + +<h2 class="smcap"><a name="FALCON" id="FALCON"></a> +<i>The<br /> +Falcon<br /> +of<br /> +Ser<br /> +Federigo</i></h2> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_n.jpg" alt="N" width="56" height="50" /></div> +<p>ot far from the fair town of Florence lived a wondrously beautiful +maiden named Monna Giovanna. Of lovers she had no lack, but the two whom +she most favored were gallant Ser Federigo, and his rival, Ser Enrico.</p> + +<p>Ser Federigo had inherited a great fortune and large estates from his +father, and, anxious to win favor in the sight of his lady, he lavished +his wealth in costly banquets and tournaments, never stopping to +consider whether she would approve of his extravagance. So reckless was +Ser Federigo that at last all his fortune was spent, and in order to +obtain fresh supplies he sold his estates, reserving only one small farm +for himself, and wasted all that money also.</p> + +<p>Monna Giovanna by no means approved of her wooer's extravagance—she +refused his gifts, and disdained his banquets. "A spendthrift will not +make a prudent husband," thought she, and so she married the more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +careful Ser Enrico, and for some years lived very happily with him in a +distant land.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Ser Federigo, become a sadder and wiser man, retired to his +little farm on the outskirts of the city, taking with him his falcon, +the only creature which remained true to him, for all his former friends +shunned him in his poverty.</p> + +<p>One hot summer's morning, weary from working in his plot of garden, Ser +Federigo sat on a wooden bench beneath the shelter of his cottage eaves +thinking dreamily of the past and of the happiness which might have been +his, while the falcon by his side was dreaming also. Suddenly he started +up on his perch, shook his bells, and looked eagerly at his master as if +to say, "Ser Federigo, shall we not go a-hunting?" But his master's +thoughts were far away, and he did not stir. Presently he looked up in +amazement. Peeping through the trellis he saw a lovely child, a boy with +golden tresses and large wondering eyes. Without a glance at the man, +the child walked straight up to the bird and said coaxingly, "Beautiful +falcon, I wish I might hold you on my wrist, or see you fly."</p> + +<p>Ser Federigo started, for the child's voice seemed strangely familiar to +him, and, laying his hand gently on the shining head, he asked, "Who is +your mother, my fair boy?"</p> + +<p>"Monna Giovanna," replied the child. "Will you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> let me stay a little +while and play with your falcon?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed I will, my child, but first tell me, where do you live?"</p> + +<p>"Just beyond your garden wall," was the reply. "In the great house +hidden behind those tall poplar trees."</p> + +<p>So the boy chattered on, and Ser Federigo took him on his knee and told +him stories of the noble falcon, and soon all three became close +friends.</p> + +<p>As the days went on Ser Federigo set himself to find out why it was that +his lady had returned to her native land, and he discovered that Monna +Giovanna had been left a widow after a few years of marriage, and that +she had come with a friend and her only child to pass the summer quietly +in her grand villa overlooking the Arno. Rarely, or never, did the widow +lady go beyond the grounds of her villa. Clad in sable robes she paced +her stately halls, or read and worked with her friend, her one delight +to see her boy growing in health and strength and watch over this +treasure still left to her.</p> + +<p>The boy loved his free country life and spent the days racing up and +down the terraces, chasing the screaming peacocks or climbing the garden +trellises to pluck the ripe fruit. But his chief pastime was to watch +the flight of a swift falcon which sometimes soared into sight above the +tall poplars, and at others<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> swooped down to earth at his master's call. +The child had often wondered who the bird's master might be, and one +morning he found out that the pair he sought dwelt in the little +cottage-farm a short distance from his own home.</p> + +<p>The child came several times to see the falcon. Suddenly his visits +ceased, but Ser Federigo had no inkling of the reason. The widow's only +child had fallen ill, and was pining away from some unknown malady. His +mother would not be comforted; she saw her darling already lying dead +before her distracted gaze, and no physician could give her any hope for +his cure. Sitting by the invalid's bedside she cried to him, "Is there +anything I can do to comfort thee, my child?"</p> + +<p>At first the child remained silent, but when she besought him again and +again to tell her if there was anything on earth she could obtain for +him which might cause him to forget his suffering, he replied, "Yes, +there is one thing I want. I pray you give me Ser Federigo's falcon for +my own!"</p> + +<p>The astonished mother could make no reply. Even for her darling's sake +she felt she could not ask such a favor from the lover she had once +treated with scorn. Besides, though she knew that any request of hers +would be at once granted by him, she knew also that the falcon was +renowned as the finest bird throughout the countryside, as well as being +the joy and pride of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> his master's heart. But the boy was fretful and +restless, and, fearing to thwart his whim lest his life should depend on +it, the poor mother promised to go and ask for the falcon on the very +next day.</p> + +<p>"Will you promise faithfully to go, mother?" asked the boy.</p> + +<p>"I will, indeed," replied the distracted lady, and, soothed by her +words, the child fell into a refreshing sleep.</p> + +<p>The morrow was a bright September day, and Monna Giovanna felt hope +revive within her heart as she gazed on her child still peacefully +sleeping. The birds were singing sweetly and the dew lay heavy on the +grass as two lovely ladies, clothed in hoods and cloaks, passed through +the garden-gate into the woods, where the trees had just donned their +autumn dress of russet and gold. One of these ladies had her rich dark +hair closely covered by her hood. Her eyes were wet with tears, but her +face was only made more beautiful by its look of deep sorrow. Her +companion was a young girl who walked with light steps, her hood thrown +back, and her hair shining with its wealth of gold; her cheeks were +tinted like the apple-blossom, and her heart full of joyous thoughts. +These were Monna Giovanna and her friend, who, with thoughts intent on +their errand, hastened towards the little farm.</p> + +<p>They found Ser Federigo digging the ground like<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> Adam of old, and when +he beheld these fair ladies, his garden seemed to become a second Eden +and the river, flowing by, like the stream which watered Paradise.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"><img src="images/image_120.jpg" width="450" height="709" alt="Illustration" /></div> + +<p>Beautiful as was Monna Giovanna's young companion, Ser Federigo had no +eyes for anyone but his dear lady, who, at first doubtful as to how she +should begin her errand, soon raised her stately head and addressed him +in kindly tones.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ser Federigo," said she, "I and my companion come hither to see you in +friendship, trusting by this means to make some amends for my unkindness +to you in the past. In former days I would not so much as cross the +threshold of your door; I refused your banquets and rejected your gifts. +But this morning I am here, self-invited, to put your generous nature to +the test, and therefore ask if we may breakfast with you beneath your +vine?"</p> + +<p>Humbly Ser Federigo made reply: "Speak not of your unkindness to me, for +if there is within me any good or generous feeling it is to you I owe +it, and this gracious favor you do me in seeking me here is sufficient +to outweigh all my sorrows and regrets of former years."</p> + +<p>After a little further talk had passed between them, Ser Federigo asked +his guests to wait in his garden for a brief space while he went to give +orders for breakfast. As he entered his cottage his thoughts dwelt +regretfully on the gold and silver plate and the ruby glass which had +once been his, and it vexed him sorely that his humble abode was lacking +in every luxury.</p> + +<p>Matters were even worse than the poor host had anticipated; he searched +every cupboard and ransacked every shelf, but could find nothing. Then +he summoned the maid and asked why it was that provisions had failed +them. "The Signor forgets that he did not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> hunt to-day," replied the +girl. "We have nothing but bread and wine in the house, and fruit from +the garden."</p> + +<p>Then suddenly the falcon shook its bells and looked knowingly at his +master as much as to say, "If anything is wanted, I am here!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, everything is wanted, my gallant bird," cried his master, and +without more ado he seized hold of the poor creature and wrung its neck. +Grieved as he was at being forced to sacrifice his only friend, his +master had no time to mourn his untimely end. Hastily a snow-white cloth +was spread on the rough table, and on it was laid a loaf of bread +flanked by purple grapes and fragrant peaches; in the midst of these a +flask of wine wreathed with bright autumnal flowers, and finally the +falcon, stuffed with cloves and spice, was cooked and served to eke out +the humble banquet.</p> + +<p>When all was ready the lady and her companion entered the cottage, and +to Ser Federigo's dazzled gaze everything seemed transformed. The little +room became a stately banqueting-hall, the rustic chair on which his +lady sat was transformed into a throne, and the poor falcon seemed a +peacock or a bird of paradise.</p> + +<p>When the repast was ended they rose and passed into the garden again, +and then Monna Giovanna spoke in this wise to her host: "Though you are +too<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> courteous to show surprise that I come to you in this friendly +manner after we have been parted so many years, I know you must wonder +at my reason for doing so. You have no children, so you cannot know the +anguish a mother feels when her child is lying ill, nor how eager she is +to anticipate his every wish. My only child is dying, Ser Federigo, and +I have come to beg of you the one thing which may save his life. It is +your falcon, your only treasure, that I beseech you to give my child, +though it grieves me to the heart to demand such a precious gift from +your hands."</p> + +<p>Ser Federigo listened with tears of love and pity in his eyes, then +sadly answered, "Alas, dear lady, how gladly would I have granted what +you ask had you but expressed this wish one short hour ago. But, +thinking I could best do honor to my guests by sacrificing what was most +dear to me, I slew my gallant falcon to provide you with a fitting +repast."</p> + +<p>Slowly the lady turned aside her head, grieved to think that this noble +knight had slain his cherished falcon for her sake, and yet glad of this +proof of his devotion. But her mind was now filled with alarm, for she +must return empty-handed to her sick child; so, taking a hasty farewell +of their host, the ladies sadly made their way homewards.</p> + +<p>The mother's fears were only too well founded. Three days later Ser +Federigo heard the tolling of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> passing-bell from the chapel on the +hill, and, as he breathed a prayer, "Alas! her child is dead," he +murmured.</p> + +<p>But happier times were in store for the bereaved lady and her faithful +lover. Touched by his devotion Monna Giovanna plighted her troth with +Ser Federigo, and by Christmas time the little farm was deserted, and a +wedding-feast was held in the grand villa on the hill. Once more Monna +Giovanna sat upon the rustic chair which had been brought from the +cottage, but something had been added. On the chair-back was perched a +wooden image of the gallant falcon, and round the cage Ser Federigo had +caused this inscription to be carved: "All things come round to him who +will but wait."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE TOMMY TIPTOP<br /> +SERIES</h2> + +<h3>By RAYMOND STONE</h3> +<p>A new series for outdoor boys. 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