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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 Story of Peter Pan + Retold from the fairy play by Sir James Barrie + +Author: Daniel Stephen O'Connor + +Illustrator: Alice B. Woodward. + +Release Date: May 21, 2012 [EBook #39755] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STORY OF PETER PAN *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Matthew Wheaton and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Canada Team at +http://www.pgdpcanada.net (This file was produced from +images generously made available by The Internet +Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="400" height="616" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">THE STORY OF PETER PAN</p> + +<hr class="chap" /><div class="figcenter"> +<img id="frontispiece" src="images/frontis.jpg" width="400" height="470" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">WITH THE SPRING COMES WENDY.</p> + +<hr class='chap' /><div class="figcenter"> +<img class="border2" src="images/titlepage.jpg" width="400" height="552" alt="" /> +</div> +<h1>THE STORY OF PETER PAN</h1> + +<p class="h3">THE STORY OF PETER PAN<br /> +RETOLD FROM THE FAIRY PLAY BY SIR J.M. BARRIE<br /> +BY DANIEL O'CONNOR</p><p class="h3">ILLUSTRATED BY<br /> +ALICE B. WOODWARD</p> + +<p class="h4">TORONTO<br /> +THE MUSSON BOOK COMPANY<br /> +LIMITED</p> + +<p class="spacer"> </p><p class="h5">PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY PURNELL AND SONS<br /> +PAULTON, SOMERSET, ENGLAND</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2>PREFACE</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_v">[v]</a></span></p> + +<p class="dropcap">Sir J. M. Barrie's delightful creation, "Peter Pan," has by this time +taken a secure place in the hearts of children of all ages, and there +are few nurseries in the land in which Peter, Wendy, Tinker Bell, +Captain Hook and his Pirates, the Mermaids and Redskins, and the +exciting world in which they lived, are not as familiar as the most +time-honoured lore of fairyland.</p> + +<p>The popularity of Mr. Daniel O'Connor's version of the story, issued +with Sir J. M. Barrie's kind consent, and illustrated so charmingly by +Miss Alice B. Woodward, has induced the publishers to<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_vi">[vi]</a></span> bring out the +present re-issue at a lower price.</p> + +<p>The selections of music which will be found in it are included with +the permission of Mr. John Crook, the composer, and Messrs. Price and +Reynolds.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /><h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_vii">[vii]</a></span></p> +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents"> +<tr> + <td> </td> + <td class="tdrfirst">Page</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#PART_I_EARLY_DAYS">PART I</a></td> + <td class="tdlsc">Early Days</td> + <td class="tdr">3</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#PART_II_THE_NEVER-NEVER-NEVER_LAND">PART II</a></td> + <td class="tdlsc">The Never-Never-Never Land</td> + <td class="tdr">27</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#PART_III_THE_MERMAIDS_LAGOON">PART III</a></td> + <td class="tdlsc">The Mermaids' Lagoon</td> + <td class="tdr">43</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#PART_IV_THE_UNDERGROUND_HOME">PART IV</a></td> + <td class="tdlsc">The Underground Home</td> + <td class="tdr">51</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#PART_V_THE_PIRATE_SHIP">PART V</a></td> + <td class="tdlsc">The Pirate Ship</td> + <td class="tdr">65</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#PART_VI_HOME_SWEET_HOME">PART VI</a></td> + <td class="tdlsc">Home, Sweet Home</td> + <td class="tdr">79</td> +</tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="chap" /><h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_ix">[ix]</a></span></p><div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="List of Illustrations"> +<tr> + <td> </td> + <td class="tdrfirst">TO FACE PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">With the Spring comes Wendy</td> + <td class="tdr"><i>colour-plate</i> <a href="#frontispiece"><i>frontispiece</i></a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">With Michael sitting on her Back</td> + <td class="tdr"><i>colour-plate</i> <a href="#page006c">6</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">The Shadow held on beautifully</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page014">14</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Wendy gently kissed his Cheek</td> + <td class="tdr"><i>colour-plate</i> <a href="#page016c">16</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Away they floated</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page022">22</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Slightly was dancing merrily with an Ostrich</td> + <td class="tdr"><i>colour-plate</i> <a href="#page028c">28</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">"The Crocodile! the Crocodile!"</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page032c">32</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">The Indians crept silently up</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page034">34</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">The Lost Boys knelt before her</td> + <td class="tdr"><i>colour-plate</i> <a href="#page038c">38</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">She was combing her Long Tresses</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page043">43</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">She slipped out of his Grasp</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page044c">44</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">A Fierce Fight ensued</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page046">46</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Spreading his Coat to the Wind, he sailed merrily</td> + <td class="tdr"><i>colour-plate</i> <a href="#page048c">48</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Seized by One of the Swarthy Ruffians</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page059">59</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">He perceived Tinker Bell in his Glass</td> + <td class="tdr"><i>colour-plate</i> <a href="#page062c">62</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">The Pirate Ship</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page066">66</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">"That Man is mine!"</td> + <td class="tdr"><i>colour-plate</i> <a href="#page072c">72</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Right into the Jaws of the Crocodile!</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page074">74</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">Nurse to the Papooses!</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page076">76</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tdlsc">He would live in the Kennel till his Children's Return</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#page080">80</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +</div><hr class="chap" /><div class="trnote"> +<b>Transcriber's note:</b><br /> +Select any music score to hear music. +</div> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a href="midi/music1.mid"> +<img class="border2" src="images/music1.jpg" width="400" height="507" alt="" /> +</a> +</div> + +<div class="inset26"> +<p>LULLABY</p> +<p> +Gold-en slum-bers kiss your eyes,<br /> +Smiles a-wake you when you rise, Sleep, pret-ty dar-ling,<br /> +do not cry, And I will sing a lul-la-by.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2 id="PART_I_EARLY_DAYS">PART I<br />EARLY DAYS</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_3">[3]</a></span></p><p class="dropcap">In one of the nicest nurseries in the world there were beds for three +young people called John Napoleon, and Wendy Moira Angela, and +Michael, the children of Mr. and Mrs. Darling. The nursery was wide +and airy, with a large window, and a bright fire with a high +fire-guard round it, and a big clock, and prettily-coloured +nursery-rhyme pictures over the walls. It was in many ways a most +interesting household. For one thing, although<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_4">[4]</a></span> there was a pretty +little parlour-maid called Liza, the children were bathed and dressed +by a big dog called Nana, whose kennel was kept in the nursery.</p> + +<p>On the evening on which our story begins, Nana was dozing peacefully +by the fireside, with her head between her paws. Mr. and Mrs. Darling +were getting ready to go out to dinner and Nana was to be left in sole +charge of the children. Presently the clock went off with a whirr, and +struck—one, two, three, four, five, six—time to begin to put the +children to bed.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrapr" src="images/page004.jpg" width="200" height="105" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Nana got up, and stretched herself, and carefully switched on the +electric light. You would have been surprised to see how cleverly she +managed to do that with her mouth. Then she turned the bedclothes +neatly down and hung the little pyjamas over the<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_5">[5]</a></span> fire-guard. She then +trotted up to the bathroom and turned on the water; after feeling it +with her paw to make sure that it was not too hot, she went off to +look for Michael, who, being the youngest of the three children, must +go to bed first. She returned immediately with him sitting astride on +her back as though she were a pony. Michael, of course, did not want +to be bathed, but Nana was firm and, taking him to the bathroom, shut +the door so that he should not be in a draught. Then Mrs. Darling came +to peep at him as he splashed about in the nice warm water.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page006.jpg" width="286" height="240" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Whilst Mrs. Darling was in the nursery she heard a wee noise outside +the window, as a tiny figure, no bigger than a little boy, tried the +window-latch, and vanished suddenly at her cry of surprise. She flung +the window open, but there was nothing to be seen, nothing but the dim +roofs of the neighbouring houses, and the deep blue sky above. She +began to<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_6">[6]</a></span> frighten herself with eerie bogie tales, for the same thing +had happened the day before, when Nana had gone to the window and shut +it down so quickly that she had cut off the boy's shadow. Mrs. Darling +had found it in Nana's mouth, and had carefully folded it and put it +away. But she soon felt reassured when her children came in together +in answer to her call. John Napoleon and Wendy were playing at their +favourite game of being Father and Mother, and Mrs. Darling's +beautiful face beamed with delight as she listened to them. Suddenly, +in rushed Mr. Darling, very much excited because he <span class="pagenum"><a id="page_7">[7]</a></span>could not +fasten his evening tie (evening ties are difficult things to fasten, +you know). Mrs. Darling easily managed that for him, and he was soon +skipping about the room with Michael on his back, dropping him finally +into his bed with a big "bump-ah!"——</p> + +<div id="page006c" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page006c.jpg" width="400" height="577" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">WITH MICHAEL SITTING ON HER BACK.</p> + +<p>Unfortunately, in going to the bathroom, Nana accidentally brushed +against Mr. Darling's beautifully pressed black trousers, and left +some of her grey clinging hairs upon them. Now no grown-up person +likes hairy trousers, so Mr. Darling was very cross with Nana, and +spoke of dismissing her. But Mrs. Darling told him about the weird +apparition at the window, how Nana had barked at it and shut the +window down so fast that its shadow had been cut clean off and left +behind. She showed him the shadow, and told him how glad she was to +have such a treasure as Nana for a nurse. "You see how very useful +Nana is," concluded<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_8">[8]</a></span> Mrs. Darling, as the faithful dog came in with +Michael's bottle of cough mixture. But Michael was naughty, and would +not take it; there was a fine fuss over it, when Wendy, being a clever +little girl, hit on a brilliant idea.</p> + +<p>"Father should take some of <i>his</i> medicine to keep Michael company."</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Mr. Darling, "we shall see who is the braver." Two +glasses were fetched and filled in a moment. "One, two, three," cried +Wendy; Michael took his like a man, but Mr. Darling only pretended to, +and quietly hid the glass behind his back. John caught him in the act: +"Father hasn't taken his!" he cried, and Michael, seeing that he had +been tricked, burst into a loud "Boo-hoo-oo!" Mr. Darling, to appease +Michael, thought of what seemed to him an excellent joke. He poured +his medicine into Nana's drinking-bowl, and when poor Nana, thinking +that it was<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_9">[9]</a></span> something nice, ran eagerly to lap it up, he roared with +laughter to see the reproachful eyes she turned upon him. The +children, who loved their old nurse very dearly, were terribly +distressed as she slunk to her kennel, looking as woeful and as hurt +in her feelings as ever a dog did. Mr. Darling, angry that they did +not enjoy his joke in the least, coaxed Nana out of her kennel, seized +her by the collar and dragged her off in disgrace, to be chained up in +the yard, "the proper place for dogs," he said, in spite of the +persuasions and pleadings of them all. Mrs. Darling comforted the +children, kissing them very tenderly as mothers always do, tucked them +up in their beds, sang them to sleep and, leaving the night-lights +burning for company, crept<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_10">[10]</a></span> softly out of the room to go to the +dinner-party with Mr. Darling.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page009.jpg" width="200" height="192" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Everything in the big nursery was now still and quiet. Suddenly the +night-lights flickered, waned, and went out one by one, and there +darted into the room a tiny ball of fire, which flitted uneasily about +and finally vanished into a jug. Then the same slender graceful figure +that had so startled Mrs. Darling leapt from the darkness outside the +window. There was just one click, the window was open, and the little +creature stepped cautiously in. He seemed to be looking for something; +and you will easily guess that what he was looking for was his shadow. +"Tink, where are you?" he whispered, and as then the light shone on +the jug he went on: "Tink, do you know where they have put it?"</p> + +<p>Now this little ball of light was really a fairy girl who knew +everything worth knowing. Most fairies do. All you<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_11">[11]</a></span> could see of her +was the little flame, but you could <i>hear</i> her distinctly, she made a +tinkling noise like a little silver bell, and that was why she was +called Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell at last rested a few moments on the +second drawer of the nursery dresser; instantly the boy ran joyfully +to it, and pulling open the drawer snatched out his shadow neatly +rolled up, just as Mrs. Darling had left it. He had found it +certainly, but the next trouble was to put it on again. A happy +thought struck him; he would stick it on with soap! Sitting on the +hearthrug, he soaped his feet and then he soaped his shadow, but +whichever way he soaped they would not stick together. There is no use +in having a shadow if it will not stick to you. After trying and +trying in vain the poor little fellow gave up the<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_12">[12]</a></span> attempt, buried his +face in his hands, and sobbed despairingly.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page011.jpg" width="300" height="160" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>It was then that Wendy awoke. She sat right up in bed, and, not at all +frightened, said: "Little boy, why are you crying?"</p> + +<p>The elfin creature sprang to his feet, and taking off his cap, bowed +very politely. Wendy curtsied in return, though she found it a +difficult thing to do in bed.</p> + +<p>"What's your name?" asked the little boy.</p> + +<p>"Wendy Moira Angela Darling. What's yours?"</p> + +<p>"Peter Pan."</p> + +<p>"Where do you live?"</p> + +<p>"Second turning to the right, and straight on till morning."</p> + +<p>This seemed to Wendy a very funny address, but she was all sympathy +when she heard that Peter had no mother. No wonder he was crying! But +that was not the reason for Peter's tears; he was crying<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_13">[13]</a></span> because he +could not get his shadow to stick on. This made Wendy smile, and she +emphatically declared that soap was no good. It must be sewn on.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrapr" src="images/page013.jpg" width="250" height="270" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Shall I do it for you?" she suggested, and, jumping out of bed to get +her work-basket, she set to work at once. It hurts a good deal to have +a shadow sewn on to your feet, but Peter bore it bravely. It was the +right thing to do, for the shadow held on beautifully, and Peter was +so delighted that he danced up and down the nursery watching it making +patterns on the floor as he flung his arms and legs about.</p> + +<p>"Oh! the cleverness of me!" cried<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_14">[14]</a></span> Peter, overcome with joy, and he +crowed with pleasure, for all the world just as a cock would crow.</p> + +<p>"You conceit," exclaimed Wendy indignantly, "of course <i>I</i> did +nothing!"</p> + +<p>"Oh! you did a little!"</p> + +<p>"A little! If I am no use I can at least withdraw," she said, jumping +back into bed and covering her head in a dignified way with the +bedclothes.</p> + +<p>"Oh! Wendy, please don't withdraw," Peter exclaimed in great distress. +"I can't help crowing when I'm pleased with myself. One girl is more +use than twenty boys."</p> + +<p>This was rather clever of Peter, and at these sensible words Wendy got +up again. She even offered to give Peter a kiss if he liked. Peter +looked puzzled, but seeing the thimble on Wendy's finger he thought +she meant to give him that, and held out his hand for it. Now Wendy +saw at a glance that the poor boy did not even <span class="pagenum"><a id="page_15">[15]</a></span>know what a kiss +was, but being a nice little girl of motherly disposition, she did not +hurt his feelings by laughing at him, but simply placed the thimble on +his finger.</p> + +<div id="page014" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page014.jpg" width="400" height="584" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">THE SHADOW HELD ON BEAUTIFULLY</p> + +<p>Peter admired the thimble very much. "Shall I give you a kiss?" he +asked and, jerking a button off his coat, solemnly presented it to +her.</p> + +<p>Wendy at once fastened it on a chain which she wore round her neck, +and, forgetting the puzzle in his mind, she once more asked him for a +kiss.</p> + +<p>Immediately he returned the thimble. "Oh! I didn't mean a <i>kiss</i>, I +meant a thimble!"</p> + +<p>"What's that?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"It's like this," replied Wendy, and gently kissed his cheek.</p> + +<div id="page016c" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page016c.jpg" width="400" height="580" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">WENDY GENTLY KISSED HIS CHEEK.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" cried Peter, "how nice!" and he began to give her <i>thimbles</i> in +return, and ever afterwards he called a kiss a thimble, and a thimble +a kiss.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_16">[16]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But Peter, how old are you?" continued Wendy.</p> + +<p>"I don't know, but quite young. I ran away the day I was born."</p> + +<p>"Ran away—why?"</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page016.jpg" width="250" height="182" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Because I heard my father and mother talking about what I was to be +when I became a man. I don't want to be a man. I want always to be a +little boy and have fun. So I ran away and lived among the fairies."</p> + +<p>Wendy was almost speechless with delight at the thought of sitting +beside a boy who knew fairies, and after a minute said: "Peter, do you +really know fairies?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, but they're nearly all dead now. You see, Wendy, when the first +baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand +pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the +beginning of fairies. And now, whenever a new baby is born, its +first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be a fairy for every +little boy and girl, but there isn't. You see children know such a lot +now. They soon won't believe in fairies, and whenever a child says: 'I +don't believe in fairies,' there's a fairy somewhere that falls down +dead."</p> + +<p>Peter suddenly looked about the room, as though he were searching for +something. Tinker Bell had disappeared! Before he could grow anxious, +however, a tinkling of bells was heard, and Peter, who knew the fairy +language, of course understood it. He pulled open the drawer in which +his shadow had been hidden, and out sprang Tinker Bell, very angry +with him for shutting her up accidentally in the drawer. She skipped +about the room, but Wendy gave such a cry of delight that Tink was +frightened and hid behind the clock.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_17">[17]</a><br /><a id="page_18">[18]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But Peter," continued Wendy, "if you don't live with the fairies, +where do you live?"</p> + +<p>"I live with the Lost Boys."</p> + +<p>"Who are they?"</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrapr" src="images/page018.jpg" width="200" height="335" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Why, they are the children who fall out of their perambulators when +their nurses are looking the other way. If they are not claimed within +seven days, they are sent far away to the Never-Never-Never Land to +defray expenses. I'm their Captain."</p> + +<p>"Oh! what fun! But, Peter, why did you come to our nursery window?"</p> + +<p>Peter told her that he came to listen to the lovely stories Wendy's +mother related to her children, for the Lost Boys<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_19">[19]</a></span> had no mothers, and +no one to tell them any stories. He also told her how he led them +against their enemies, the pirates and the wolves, and how they +enjoyed bathing in the Lagoon, where beautiful mermaids sang and swam +all day long.</p> + +<p>"I must go back now," he went on, "the boys will be anxious to hear +the end of the story about the Prince and the Glass Slipper. I told +them as much as I knew, and they're longing to hear the rest."</p> + +<p>Wendy begged him to stay.</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you lots more," she promised, "ever so many stories if +you'll only stay."</p> + +<p>"Come, Wendy!" exclaimed Peter, struck with a new idea. "You can tell +us all the stories there, and darn our clothes, and tuck us in at +night. None of us has ever been tucked in. All the boys long for a +mother. Oh, Wendy, do come!"</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_20">[20]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was a tempting idea to Wendy, but a sudden thought came across her +mind. "Peter, I can't! Think of Mummy! Besides, I can't fly."</p> + +<p>"I'll teach you, Wendy."</p> + +<p>This was too much for her. "Peter, will you teach John and Michael to +fly as well?"</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page020.jpg" width="400" height="160" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Yes, if you like."</p> + +<p>So John and Michael were awakened, and directly they heard that there +were pirates in the Never-Never-Never Land they began to clamour to go +at once. They watched Peter fly about the room, and tried to imitate +him, flapping their<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_21">[21]</a></span> arms clumsily at first like unfledged birds, and +flopping about all over the place.</p> + +<p>"That will never do," Peter said, "I must blow the fairy dust on you. +Now waggle your shoulders as I do."</p> + +<p>So they tried, and found that they could fly; just a little at first, +from the bed to the floor and back again; then over the bed and across +the room, and then, as they grew braver, almost as freely and easily +as Peter himself.</p> + +<p>"Tink, lead the way!" called Peter, and the fairy shot out like a +little star. None of the children had time to put on their day +clothes, but John snatched his top hat as he flew out of the window, +followed by Michael. Peter Pan held Wendy's hand, and away they +floated into the dark blue depths of the starry night.</p> + +<p>A minute afterwards Mrs. Darling, who had just returned from the +party, rushed into the nursery with Nana at her heels, for Nana had +been anxious about her<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_22">[22]</a></span> charges, and had just succeeded in breaking +her chain. But it was too late. The children were already on their way +to the Never-Never-Never Land.</p> + +<div id="page022" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page022.jpg" width="400" height="564" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">AWAY THEY FLOATED</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter"> +<a href="midi/music2.mid"> +<img class="border2" src="images/music2.jpg" width="400" height="349" alt="" /> +</a> +</div> + +<p class="caption">THE ARRIVAL OF WENDY</p><hr class="chap" /> +<h2 id="PART_II_THE_NEVER-NEVER-NEVER_LAND">PART II<br />THE NEVER-NEVER-NEVER LAND</h2><p class="dropcap">Far away in the Never-Never-Never Land the Lost Boys lived in the +depths of the forest, on the banks of a lake now covered with ice. The +trees were bare without their summer dress, and wolves prowled and +howled in the distance, and wild beasts snarled in the undergrowth, +and Pirates sailed villainously up the lake, and Red Indians, who were +friends of the boys, lived secretly in their wigwams hidden in the +glades of the woods.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page028.jpg" width="400" height="154" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>The Lost Boys, who, in their fur coats, looked more like bears than +boys, were anxiously awaiting Peter's return. There<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_27">[27]</a><br /><a id="page_28">[28]</a></span> were six of them: +Slightly Soiled, the eldest; then came Tootles, and Nibs, and Curly, +and the Twins, who were so much alike that one name did for both of +them, so each was called Twin. They lived like moles under the ground, +for fear of the Pirates and the wolves. Each one had a special +staircase hollowed in a tree-trunk, so that they could easily run down +among the roots of the trees into their home. They were playing about +happily, although they were beginning to be a little anxious that +Peter was so long away. Slightly was tootling on a whistle, and +dancing quite merrily, with an ostrich for partner (a queer companion, +you will say), <span class="pagenum"><a id="page_29">[29]</a></span>when suddenly the gruff voices of the Pirates were +heard. Nibs, who was very brave, slipped away through the trees to +scout, but the others had only just time to scuttle down the stairs in +the hollow trees before the big ugly buccaneers came tramping up, +hauling their captain, who was sitting in state upon a sledge.</p> + +<div id="page028c" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page028c.jpg" width="400" height="574" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">SLIGHTLY WAS DANCING MERRILY WITH AN OSTRICH.</p> + +<p>You could not imagine a more dreadful-looking villain than that man +was. His name was James Hook, and it suited him! He had two most +evil-looking black eyes, his face was seamed with lines which seemed +to express his wicked thoughts, his hideous chin, all unshaven, was as +black as ink and as prickly as a furze-bush, his hair was long and +black, and it hung around his face in greasy curls. He was singing a +horrible song about himself, keeping time by swinging in the air the +gruesome stump of his right arm, on which a double iron-pronged hook +was fixed instead of a hand. Hence his name.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_30">[30]</a></span> That man was the most +wicked pirate who ever lived! He simply wallowed in wickedness! Even +his own crew dreaded him; and they were as bad as could be! So no +wonder the Lost Boys darted like rabbits to their cave.</p> + +<p>Now Captain Hook most of all wanted to find Peter Pan, for it was +Peter who, a long time before, in an encounter between the Pirates and +the Lost Boys, had cut off his right arm and flung it to a passing +crocodile. The crocodile had liked the taste of it so much that ever +since he had wandered from land to land and from sea to sea licking +his lips for the rest of the Captain.</p> + +<p>The Captain had naturally some reason for hating Peter, for he had a +dreadful time in eluding the pursuit of the voracious crocodile, but +still the beast dogged his footsteps, and followed him on and on and +on by land and sea wherever he went. The Captain only got a start when +the<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_31">[31]</a></span> crocodile was asleep, and with that and a swift ship he had +managed so far to escape. It was an awful life!</p> + +<p>Fortunately for Hook, the crocodile had once, in an ill-advised +moment, swallowed an alarum clock (one of those patent +ninety-nine-years clocks, warranted to go any time, anywhere and +anyhow). Go it did, and it ticked so loudly that the Captain could +always hear it coming, and it was the signal for him to bolt!</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrapr" src="images/page032.jpg" width="150" height="219" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Hook sat down on one of the enormous forest mushrooms (in the +Never-Never-Never Land mushrooms grow to a gigantic size) to +deliberate about his mode of revenge. He was in the middle of a +torrent of braggings and boastings when he felt his seat getting not +only warm, but much too warm, and little wonder in that, for when he +furiously leapt up he found that he had really been sitting on a +chimney of the underground home which Peter had cleverly disguised.<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_32">[32]</a></span> +He realised at once that the Lost Boys must be living in safety down +below.</p> + +<p>Very soon he had a wicked, treacherous plan settled. He determined to +cook a huge rich cake, with beautiful green icing and a poisoned +inside. He was sure that the Lost Boys, who had no mother to look +after them, would eat it greedily, and die with awful pains inside. +Smee, as the Captain's wily lieutenant was called, was overjoyed at +this plan, and chuckled loudly.</p> + +<p>"Shake hands on't," said Hook, but Smee did not want to, and begged to +be excused.</p> + +<div id="page032c" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page032c.jpg" width="400" height="611" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">"THE CROCODILE! THE CROCODILE!"</p> + +<p>"Paw, Smee, paw," said the Captain in an awful voice, so Smee had to +take the horrid hook in his hand, and they both danced round while +Hook sang with diabolical grimaces:</p> + +<p> +<span class="in2">"Yo ho, yo ho, when I say 'Paw'</span><br /> +<span class="in3">By fear they're overtook;</span><br /> +<span class="in2">Naught's left upon your bones when you</span><br /> +<span class="in3">Have shaken hands with Hook."</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>Just as he was gloating over his pleasant scheme a queer sound was +heard, like a corncrake coming nearer and nearer through a barley +field. "Tick, tack, tick, tack, tick, tack."</p> + +<p>"The Crocodile! the Crocodile!" the Pirate Captain yelled, and in a +moment was flying for his life.</p> + +<p>The Pirates had scarcely disappeared in the depths of the forest when +the Indians crept silently up in pursuit of them. Tiger Lily, their +chieftainess, was at their head, now running swiftly under the trees, +now listening with her ear to the ground, to know where her enemies +had gone. For, like Tinker Bell and Wendy, she loved<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_33">[33]</a><br /><a id="page_34">[34]</a></span> Peter Pan, and +his enemies were her enemies.</p> + +<p>The Redskins slid along, following the Pirates with steps as quiet as +those of a beetle crawling through the grass. They soon passed far out +of sight, and then, one by one, the Lost Boys peeped from their +tree-trunks and, seeing that all was quiet, came out again to their +playground in the woods.</p> + +<div id="page034" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page034.jpg" width="400" height="577" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">THE INDIANS CREPT SILENTLY UP</p> + +<p>But their safety did not last for long. A fierce barking of wolves was +heard, and Nibs, who had gone off by himself, rushed, quite out of +breath, into the midst of the Boys, closely pursued by a pack of lean +and hungry wolves with glittering fiery eyes. What were the Lost Boys +to do in this terrible plight, when their leader was far away? +Fortunately, one of them remembered Peter's plan. Whenever he was +attacked by wild beasts Peter used to run at them backwards, jumping +along the ground, squinting at them through his legs. The Lost Boys +did this all together, and really, it was so astonishing that the +wolves fled with terrified howls to the thickets where they lived.<a id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> This is a good way of scaring away mad bulls and wild +animals, but it is always safer to practise on cows or in the Zoo +<i>first</i>.</p></div> + +<p>Then Nibs told the Boys how he had seen the loveliest white bird you +could imagine.</p> + +<p>"It was flying this way," he said, "it looked so wearied, and as it +flew it moaned 'Poor Wendy'."</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page035.jpg" width="200" height="334" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>"Are you sure it was a bird?" they asked.</p> + +<p>Nibs was quite sure, and almost at once they saw Wendy flying through +the trees in her white nightgown. Tinker Bell was by her side, darting +at her, and telling the Boys that Peter wanted her shot, for Tinker +was rather a bad little fairy sometimes. She <span class="pagenum"><a id="page_35">[35]</a><br /><a id="page_36">[36]</a></span>said this because she +was jealous of Wendy, since Peter and Wendy had kissed each other.</p> + +<p>Instantly, Tootles seized his bow and arrow, and shot at the bird, as +he thought, and she fell fainting to the ground.</p> + +<p>At once the Boys saw that she was no bird, but a little girl, and +perhaps the very mother whom Peter had promised to bring them. They +were very frightened, and soon were sure that they had done a dreadful +thing, for Peter came flying down with John and Michael, and +immediately inquired after Wendy.</p> + +<p>"She flew this way, haven't you seen her?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Tootles, and pointed to her as she lay motionless on the +ground.</p> + +<p>Peter bent over her and took the arrow, and, in his anger, would have +killed Tootles with it, if Wendy had not stayed him by feebly moving +her hand. Then they were all glad, for Wendy was not dead, as they<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_37">[37]</a></span> +had thought, but only stunned. The arrow had fortunately struck the +button which Peter had given her in mistake for a kiss. Soon she was +quite well again, but so faint and tired after her long flight through +the air.</p> + +<p>The Boys did not know what to do. They did not like to carry her down +into the cave, as it might not be sufficiently respectful, so they +planned to build a house over her. Only they did not know what kind of +house to build.</p> + +<p>Then Wendy sang in her half-sleep the kind of house she wanted:</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<a href="midi/music3.mid"> +<img class="border2" src="images/music3.jpg" width="400" height="206" alt="" /> +</a> +</div> + +<div class="inset26"> +<p>I wish I had a dar-ling house, The litt-lest ev-er<br /> +seen. With fun-ny lit-tle red walls, And roof of mos-sy green; +</p> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_38">[38]</a></span></p> +<p>and the Boys fetched logs out of the forest, and a grate and a rug +from the underground cave, and built a beautiful home for her out of +wood, and tarpaulin, and make-believe. They made a chimney out of +John's tall hat, which he had been Londony enough to bring with him, +and they made a splendid knocker out of the sole of one of Tootles' +boots.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page038.jpg" width="250" height="227" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>When it was finished—it was built round Wendy as she lay on the +ground—Peter knocked solemnly at the door, and Wendy opened it and +came out, very pleased and happy. The Lost Boys knelt before her, and +begged her to be their Mother, and tuck them in at night-time, and +tell them stories before they went to bed. She said that she was not +quite sure if she could, but she would do her best, if <span class="pagenum"><a id="page_39">[39]</a></span>only Peter +would be Father, and that now, if they liked to come in, she would +tell them the story of Cinderella.</p> + +<div id="page038c" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page038c.jpg" width="400" height="572" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">THE LOST BOYS KNELT BEFORE HER.</p> + +<p>In they bundled, one after the other, to listen to the tale. And they +were so big, and the house was so small, that they must have been +packed like sardines inside. But a sort of cosy feeling like that was, +I expect, just what they wanted, and they were very happy.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page039.jpg" width="250" height="362" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>The evening fell softly down on the forest, and the shadows rose, so +that everything was dark and still, save for the occasional baying of +a wolf. Lights were lit in the little house, and at last, when it was +quite night,<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_40">[40]</a></span> Peter came out with his sword, and walked up and down +like a sentry, to guard the new little mother he had brought for the +Lost Boys.</p><p class="spacer clearboth"> </p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div id="page043" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page043.jpg" width="400" height="580" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">SHE WAS COMBING HER LONG TRESSES</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2 id="PART_III_THE_MERMAIDS_LAGOON">PART III<br />THE MERMAIDS' LAGOON</h2><p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_43">[43]</a></span></p> + +<p class="dropcap">One fine summer evening Peter, with Wendy and their little family, +went down to the Lagoon where the Mermaids lived. The +Never-Never-Never Land, as you see, is full of the most strange and +interesting creatures; some of them dreadful, like the Pirates, +wolves, and crocodiles; others, like the fairies and the mermaids, +altogether beautiful and charming. Wendy and her brothers, who had +never seen a real mermaid with a tail, were very much excited, and, as +luck would have it, just as they arrived at the<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_44">[44]</a></span> lagoon, one of them, +seated on a rock, was combing her long tresses, on which the sunlight +gleamed, until they shone like a mixture of gold and bronze, for they +had a beautiful greenish tinge. As she combed her hair she sang such a +wonderful melody that the boys longed to catch her. They instantly +dashed into the water, but with a piercing cry of "Mortals!" the +Mermaid dived out of their reach into the lowest depths.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page044.jpg" width="250" height="254" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>"But look! here is another little mermaid! Surely we can catch her!" +said John Napoleon Darling, and he very nearly did. Mermaids, however, +are hard to catch, and when caught, are still harder to hold. John +succeeded in getting the little sprite in his hands but, wriggling +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_45">[45]</a></span>like an eel, she slipped out of his grasp. Breathless with +excitement, the whole band of children clambered on to the rocks, when +all at once a cry went up: "The Pirates!" Sure enough a boat was +approaching, and in it were seated the two pirate lieutenants, Smee +and Starkey. The boys were already swimming to the shore as fast as +they could, when to his horror Peter recognised Tiger Lily sitting in +the stern, tightly bound with ropes. In a flash he guessed what was +their intention. The wretches meant to leave her, all bound as she +was, upon the rock, until the tide came up and drowned her.</p> + +<div id="page044c" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page044c.jpg" width="400" height="571" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">SHE SLIPPED OUT OF HIS GRASP</p> + +<p>Determined to save her, Peter thought of a clever trick. Imitating the +wicked Captain's voice he called out: "Cut her bonds and let her go!" +The effect was marvellous: the astonished buccaneers, fearing to +disobey their Captain, instantly released Tiger Lily, who leapt into +the water and swam towards the boys.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_46">[46]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Pirates had turned and were rowing back, when they saw Hook +swimming towards them, and learnt from him how they had been duped. +Horribly enraged, he chased them out of the boat, leaving them to swim +back to the ship as best they might, while he himself set about +recapturing Tiger Lily.</p> + +<p>But the Pirates once safely out of the way, Peter and his friends went +back to the rock to attack the Captain, who was now single-handed. A +fierce fight ensued, Hook using his iron prong to some purpose on poor +Peter, while the boys, seizing Hook's boat, rowed off with Tiger Lily +in it. At last, finding himself outdone, the Captain gave up the +fight, and in all haste swam back to his ship.</p> + +<div id="page046" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page046.jpg" width="400" height="586" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">A FIERCE FIGHT ENSUED</p><div> +<img class="wrapr" src="images/page047.jpg" width="250" height="335" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Peter, left alone on the rock with Wendy, found her so exhausted that +she could neither swim nor fly any farther. With difficulty he managed +to help her to a firm footing, but the tide was rising, and they +were both in great danger. As he watched the water silently creeping +nearer, Peter almost despaired. But all at once a large kite came +flying slowly over the lagoon. In a second Peter had seized its tail +and, binding it tightly round Wendy, he sent her sailing away in +safety, bravely calling, "Good-bye Wendy!" until she was out of sight.</p> + +<p>Then indeed, as the tide rose steadily, Peter was in great peril. The +water reached his feet, and he was beginning to think it would be a +"tremendous adventure to die," when who should come sailing by but a +great sea-bird on its nest, which had been blown off the cliffs by the +rising storm. "Hurrah!" cried Peter, "there's a lovely boat for me!" +and chasing the<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_47">[47]</a><br /><a id="page_48">[48]</a></span> bird off, in he stepped, curled himself round and, +spreading out his coat to the wind, sailed swiftly and merrily after +Wendy.</p> + +<p class="spacer clearboth"> </p> + +<hr class="chap" /><div id="page048c" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page048.jpg" width="400" height="576" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">SPREADING HIS COAT TO THE WIND, HE SAILED MERRILY.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_51">[51]</a></span></p> +<h2 id="PART_IV_THE_UNDERGROUND_HOME">PART IV<br />THE UNDERGROUND HOME</h2><p class="dropcap">The days passed merrily in the underground home, where Wendy was the +sweetest little mother, and Peter the bravest father you could ever +have found anywhere. The cave was large and roomy, and the rocks out +of which it was hollowed were of a deep brown colour. There was a fine +large fireplace, and overhead, near the ceiling, were hung baskets and +fishing-tackle and all sorts of things likely to be useful to +cave-dwellers.</p> + +<p>Wendy had not been long there before she had improved the home and +made it<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_52">[52]</a></span> as comfortable as her own nursery. It is wonderful what +clever girls can do, even with the poorest materials. There was now a +huge bed for all the Boys, and a basket for Michael, because he was +the littlest and because a cradle is such a homely thing to have about +the house. And in a corner of the room, hidden behind a tiny crimson +curtain, there was a wee little room for Tinker Bell, daintily +furnished to suit the tastes of girl fairy. There were stools made of +mushrooms for the Boys, and two comfortable chairs made of pumpkins, +where Peter and Wendy could sit in state, as was fitting the father +and mother of the little family.</p> + +<p>One Saturday night, Wendy and the Boys were all downstairs together, +waiting for Peter to come back from a hunting expedition. Outside, the +faithful Tiger Lily and her Red Indian band were keeping guard against +the Pirates.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_53">[53]</a></span></p> + +<p>Presently the crackling of branches indicated Peter's approach through +the underwood. Tiger Lily sprang up to meet him, and the Lost Boys ran +to the tree-trunk stairways to welcome him on his return. He was the +best of fathers; and never forgot to be a little boy, for he had +filled his pockets with fruit for the boys who had been good, and he +let them rummage through and through his coat like rats in a corn +sack.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrapr" src="images/page053.jpg" width="250" height="227" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Then he turned towards Wendy, who was very busy mending the children's +socks by the fireside. She looked very charming in her pretty brown +frock the colour of autumn leaves, with scarlet berries in her hair, +and she made Peter very happy as they exchanged thimbles<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_54">[54]</a></span> and talked +over the boys and their doings as if they had really been their father +and mother. When the children clamoured for a dance, Peter even said +that he was too old for such a game, and that his old bones would +simply rattle, and Wendy also thought that the mother of such an +armful could not go skipping about with her children. So Peter sang +"Sally in our Alley," which song Wendy thought no one else in all the +world could sing so sweetly as the darling of her heart, while the +others danced pillow dances, and bolster dances, and turned +somersaults on the beds, and did all the other jolly and lively things +that everyone wants to do just about bedtime, when one ought to be +thinking of going to sleep.</p> + +<p>At last they quietened down for Wendy to tell them just one more story +before they were tucked in for the night. They clustered eagerly +round, interrupting every sentence, as children always do, even the<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_55">[55]</a></span> +best of them, while Wendy told her story. And the story somehow seemed +familiar to John, and Michael, and Peter, for it was the tale of Mr. +and Mrs. Darling, poor dears, who had lost their children one winter +night; and how sad they were about it, how lonely they felt, and how +the nursery window would always be kept open, ready for the children, +if ever they should come flying home again.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page055.jpg" width="250" height="318" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>When she had finished, Peter stood up sadly. "No, Wendy," he said, "I +thought so once, but you cannot be sure that the window will be kept +open. When I went back to my mother, the window was barred, and there +was another little boy sleeping in my<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_56">[56]</a></span> cradle." At that thought, Wendy +started up with a look of horror in her face: "Perhaps by this time, +Mother may be in half-mourning," she exclaimed, and John and Michael +felt they dared not stay another moment in the Never-Never-Never Land.</p> + +<p>What would they do if they were too late in coming back, and found +other children in their beds, other children being bathed and dressed +by Nana? They must go home at once.</p> + +<p>The Boys crowded round Wendy, imploring her not to leave them, but she +was firm. Not only would she return with John and Michael, but she +would take all the Boys with her, for her mother to adopt. The Boys, +as soon as they heard themselves invited to come too, were as happy as +larks. For now each of them would have a true mother in Mrs. Darling, +and would live in a house like other boys. In a moment they were +packing their baby<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_57">[57]</a></span> clothes, and were ready to start on their journey.</p> + +<p>Peter alone refused. He was miserable at the thought of losing Wendy, +but he couldn't consent to grow old and have a beard, as he knew he +must do if he left the Never-Never-Never Land. Never, never, could he +do that! There was nothing for him, then, but to stay behind. Wendy +was as careful as a little mother in pouring out Peter's medicine, and +made him promise faithfully to take it every night.</p> + +<p>But suddenly there was a stamping overhead, and banging and a +clashing, and a shouting, and a sound of heavy people wrestling and +struggling to and fro. The Pirates had taken the Red Indians by +surprise. The children heard the fighting, and listened like mice to +the squalling of cats, as frightened as could be, while Peter waited +with his sword. The battle was very soon over. The Redskins were +beaten and ran like hares, or crawled dangerously wounded into the +thickets. The triumphant Pirates were left victorious, though a little +out of breath, close above the children's heads.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrapr" src="images/page058.jpg" width="200" height="162" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Hook, their captain, more wicked-looking than ever, listened at the +mushroom chimney. "If the Indians have won," Peter was saying, +"they'll beat the tom-tom."</p> + +<p>"Aha!" thought Hook, and he picked up a tom-tom that one of the flying +Indians had left behind, and sounded it loudly; "rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, +dub, dub, dub."</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" shouted the children down below. "An Indian victory!"</p> + +<p>"All will be safe," said Peter. "You may go now! Tink will show you +the way," and bidding a hurried good-bye <span class="pagenum"><a id="page_59">[59]</a></span>to Peter, away they all +went up the stairways in the tree-trunks, out into the forest.</p> + +<p>The Pirates were ready for them. As each child came above the ground, +he was seized by one of the swarthy ruffians who stood waiting. One by +one, and silently, they were captured and flung into boats and +transported to the pirate ship, which had anchored in the lake close +by.</p> + +<div id="page059" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page059.jpg" width="400" height="595" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">SEIZED BY ONE OF THE SWARTHY RUFFIANS</p> + +<p>Everything had been done so quietly that Peter was quite unaware of +his friends' sad fate. He only knew that he was all alone, that Wendy +had left him, and that she, and Michael, and John, and all the Lost +Boys who had been his companions were on their way from the +Never-Never-Never Land to the country of the ordinary people who wear +tall hats and tail-coats as soon as they are old enough, and grow up +one after the other. Poor Peter threw himself on his bed and sobbed +himself to sleep.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_60">[60]</a></span></p> + +<p>Hook was still lurking about, for the one thing that annoyed him most +was that Peter had not left the cave with the rest, and was as yet +safe.</p> + +<p>But in his wicked heart a wicked scheme had already risen by which he +hoped to kill his enemy. He had carefully listened to Wendy's last +words: "Be sure and take your medicine, Peter." Here was the Captain's +last chance. Creeping down to the door of the cave, he stretched his +long arm round the ledge just inside, and poured a few drops of deadly +poison into the glass, and, with a grin of triumph on his ugly face, +he threw his cloak over his shoulder and stole away.</p> + +<p>"Tap, tap, tap." Somebody was knocking at the door. "Who's there?" +asked Peter sleepily.</p> + +<p>"Tap, tap, tap."</p> + +<p>He got up and opened the door. Tinker Bell, tinkling excitedly, flew +into the room. "The Pirates have captured them!" she<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_61">[61]</a></span> tinkled, "the +Pirates have captured them!" As Peter excitedly snatched up his sword +and sharpened it very sharply on the grindstone, he perceived Tinker +Bell in his glass of medicine. He soon learnt the reason, when his +little fairy told him, in a weak voice, that it was poisoned, and that +she had drunk the poison as the only way to save his life. It was +indeed an act of self-sacrifice; for too well did Tink know how much +Peter loved Wendy, and that no warning of hers would prevent him from +keeping his promise.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page062.jpg" width="250" height="233" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Poor Tinker Bell was dying, and die she would have done were it not +that Peter, in a frenzy of grief and with tears in his eyes, made this +passionate appeal to all children: "Do you believe in fairies? If you +do, clap your hands, and that will save poor Tinker Bell." As his cry +rang round the world, there came an echo of sound as of millions of +little hands clapping, as if all the children throughout the +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_62">[62]</a></span> world +knew suddenly that of course they believed in fairies.</p> + +<p>The result was magical. Tinker Bell was saved; her light, which had +been getting fainter and fainter, grew brighter and brighter again; +the merry sound of tinkling (her way of speaking to Peter) which had +almost become inaudible, now grew stronger and stronger. She was once +more the bright little fairy that escorted Peter to the Darling +nursery, and again, under her guidance, Peter set forth to rescue the +Boys and Wendy.</p> + +<p class="spacer clearboth"> </p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<div id="page062c" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page062c.jpg" width="400" height="577" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">HE PERCEIVED TINKER BELL IN HIS GLASS.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2 id="PART_V_THE_PIRATE_SHIP">PART V<br />THE PIRATE SHIP</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_65">[65]</a></span></p> + +<p class="dropcap">The pirate ship was a terribly evil-looking craft with its painted +sails, its heavy tarred cordage, and its flag with the skull and +crossbones upon it, flapping grimly at the stern. The poor children +were at once driven into the dark and dirty hold, while Hook walked +the deck, rubbing his hands and chuckling to himself to think that at +last he had them in his power.</p> + +<p>"Are all the prisoners chained so that they can't fly away?" he asked +Smee, who was very busy at his sewing-machine.</p> + +<p>"Aye, aye, Captain," answered Smee.</p> + +<p>"Then hoist them up," shouted the Captain.</p> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_66">[66]</a></span></p> + +<p>He seated himself on a chair covered with a white bearskin, waiting +while the Boys, whose wrists were chained together, were dragged out +of the hold and brought before him. Six of them, he said, were to walk +the plank at once, but he would save any two who were willing to be +cabin boys. The children were not at first sure what walking the plank +meant, but Hook soon enlightened them by roaring out a song in +explanation.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<a href="midi/music4.mid"> +<img class="border2" src="images/music4.jpg" width="400" height="235" alt="" /> +</a> +</div> + +<div class="inset26"> +<p> +Yo ho! yo ho! the fris-ky plank, you walk a-long it<br /> +so— Till it goes down and you goes down to too-ral loo-ral lo— +</p> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_67">[67]</a></span></p><p>he sang, waving his hook to show how, when the plank tipped, they +would be shot into the water and drowned.</p> + +<div id="page066" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page066.jpg" width="400" height="574" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">THE PIRATE SHIP</p> + +<p>Turning towards John Napoleon Darling he shouted: "You look as if you +had some pluck in you!" John hesitated. In his schoolboy days he had +always thought a pirate's life very attractive, so stepping forward, +he said: "Will you call me Red-handed Jack?" The Captain laughed with +delight, and promised to give him that name if he joined the crew. +Then Michael went up to him and slapped him on the shoulder. "What +will you call <i>me</i> if I join?" he asked. "Black-Bearded Joe," answered +the Captain, and until another question arose Michael was much +pleased. The cabin boys were told that they must of course swear "Down +with King George!" and to this neither boy would consent. John and +Michael were then pushed on one side and told that their doom was +sealed, while<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_68">[68]</a></span> Hook shouted, "Bring up their mother."</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page068.jpg" width="150" height="282" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>In a moment Wendy was dragged from the hold, and when the Boys rushed +to protect her they were pulled back, leaving her standing alone, +looking very frightened but pretty in her brown dress, with a long +brown cloak wrapped round her. Hook asked her if she had any last +message for her sons who were about to die. Wendy spoke beautifully to +the Boys, telling them she was sure their real mothers would wish them +to die like English gentlemen. Her courage so inspired the children +that they all cried they would do what their mothers wished. Upon +this, Wendy was cruelly tied to the mast whilst Hook's orders were +being carried out.</p> + +<p>But, just as the Boys' fate seemed determined,<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_69">[69]</a></span> something happened to +change Hook's glee into terror. "Tick! tick! ter-ick, tick, tick!" he +heard, and at the dreaded sound he yelled: "The crocodile! hide me, +hide me!" In abject fear he rushed to a corner of the ship while his +men crowded round him, intent only upon shielding their captain from +the jaws of the monster. The Boys, too, waited breathless with horror, +until with sudden relief and rapture they saw not the crocodile but +their beloved captain Peter Pan appearing over the ship's side. In one +hand, at arm's length, he held an alarum clock, the ticking of which +had made Hook believe that the crocodile was upon him.</p> + +<p>Making a sign to his friends, Peter dashed into the cabin, unseen by +the Pirates, and shut the door. The ticking ceased directly, and +Hook's terror vanished.</p> + +<p>Returning to his dreadful purpose he<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_70">[70]</a></span> cried: "Now here's to Johnny +Plank!" Again he began to sing, "Yo ho, yo ho, the frisky plank," but +the Boys, filled with hope and excitement, drowned his voice by +singing "Rule, Britannia," and just as the Pirate was about to vent +his rage upon them he was silenced by a shrill and piercing +cock's-crow from the cabin.</p> + +<p>Struck motionless with terror, the crew looked to their Captain for +some explanation, who ordered Gecco, one of his men, to enter the +cabin and see what was the matter. Hook waited, but Gecco did not +return, and once again was heard the awful mysterious crowing. +"Someone must bring me out that doodledoo," roared the Captain, and, +as no one volunteered, "I thought I heard Starkey volunteer," he said, +pointing his hook at Starkey. Mad with terror of the hook as well as +of the uncanny creature in the cabin, Starkey rushed wildly round the +deck, and finally, to escape both, flung himself overboard.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_71">[71]</a></span></p> + +<p>Furious at this mutinous behaviour, Hook shouted, "I'll bring that +doodledoo out myself," but he had no better success, and came rushing +back in a cowardly fashion, saying: "Something blew out the light."</p> + +<p>A happy idea now struck him. "Drive the Boys in—let them fight the +doodledoo—if they kill him so much the better, if he kills them we're +none the worse."</p> + +<p>This, of course, was just what the children wanted, but, concealing +their delight, they allowed themselves to be driven into the cabin. In +the meantime, all the Pirates huddled together, hiding their faces. +Sailors, you know, are very superstitious, and they all thought the +ship was bewitched. So terrified were they that no one saw Peter steal +out, followed by the Boys, who crept silently up the ladder to the +higher deck. No one saw Peter cut the ropes which bound Wendy, and +take her place at the mast, and cover his face<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_72">[72]</a></span> with the brown cloak +she had left, while Wendy joined the Boys.</p> + +<p>"It's the girl!" cried Hook, "there's never luck on a pirate ship with +a woman aboard; let's throw her over." All the men knew that their +Captain was right, and one of the Pirates started up and shook his +fist at the brown-robed figure at the mast. "There's nothing can save +you now, Missy," he cried. "There is one," came a ringing voice, and +the brown cloak was flung aside and there stood Peter Pan. "Down, +Boys, and at them," he shouted, and with a rush the Boys, armed with +weapons which Peter had found and given them in the cabin, swarmed +down upon the lower deck. The Pirates believed that all the Boys had +been slain by the mysterious doodledoo, and were panic-stricken as +they saw them with swords and daggers. Some of the crew rushed to the +bulwarks and leapt overboard; others with their knives fell upon the +Boys, while Hook backed into the cabin fighting for his life. "Put +up your knives, Boys, that man is mine!" cried Peter, pointing to +Hook. The Boys turned their attention to the remaining members of the +pirate crew, who were one by one forced into the sea, while the two +mortal enemies appeared at the cabin door closed in deadly combat. +Each was determined to kill the other. Step by step Hook was driven +back to the side of the ship. He felt himself weakening. In despair he +cried out: "'Tis some fiend fighting me! Who are you, Pan?"</p> + +<div id="page072c" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page072c.jpg" width="400" height="578" alt="" /> +</div><p class="caption">"THAT MAN IS MINE!"</p> + +<p>"I'm youth!" cried Peter, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of +the egg. I'm youth! I'm joy!"</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrapr" src="images/page073.jpg" width="250" height="225" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>With that he wrenched Hook's sword from him<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_73">[73]</a><br /><a id="page_74">[74]</a></span> and pushed him into the +sea, right into the jaws of the waiting crocodile, who caught him at +last.</p> + +<p>The Boys burst into ringing cheers as they and Wendy crowded round +their hero, who stood like a conquering Napoleon while the pirate flag +was lowered.</p><div id="page074" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page074.jpg" width="400" height="575" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">RIGHT INTO THE JAWS OF THE CROCODILE </p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h3 class="clearboth">THE FATE OF THE PIRATES</h3> + +<p>All the pirates save two, Smee and Starkey, jumped into the sea and +were drowned.</p> + +<p>Smee, the Irish Pirate, who was not so wicked as the rest of the crew, +managed to swim ashore, and subsequently became a reformed character +and a brave sailor in His Majesty's Fleet.</p> + +<p>Starkey, who had never shed blood, but had been guilty of many cruel +deeds, was captured by the Redskins and led a miserable life, for +Great Big Little White Panther, the Indian chief, compelled him to act +as nurse to the papooses of the tribe—a sad come-down for a pirate!</p> + +<p class="spacer"> </p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<div id="page076" class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page076.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">NURSE TO THE PAPOOSES!</p><hr class="chap" /><h2 id="PART_VI_HOME_SWEET_HOME">PART VI<br />HOME, SWEET HOME</h2> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page_75">[75]</a><br /><a id="page_79">[79]</a></span></p><p class="dropcap">But at home in the Darling household all this time there was deep +sorrow. Mr. Darling, as a punishment to himself for taking their +guardian Nana away, had vowed that he would live in the kennel till +his children's return. For months now he had lived in it, and had been +carried to business in it every morning, much to the disgust of the +prim little housemaid Liza. Mr. Darling had become quite a celebrity, +and great ladies, leaders of society, found him so <span class="pagenum"><a id="page_80">[80]</a></span>interesting and +touching, that they all cried out as he passed by, "Oh, do come to +dinner at our house, do come in the kennel!" All the newspapers had +asked him to write the cricket and football news for them, and his +picture postcards were to be seen in every shop window.</p> + +<div> +<img class="wrap" src="images/page079.jpg" width="150" height="327" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>But it happened one evening, when he returned from business, carried +as usual in the kennel, he was taken up to the now desolate nursery, +where Mrs. Darling spent most of her time mourning for her lost +children, while the faithful Nana tried in vain to cheer her up. +"George, George, I believe you are beginning to <i>like</i> that kennel," +she said reproachfully, as he crawled out. He denied the charge, +however, and tried to comfort Mrs. Darling, who never for one moment +forgot the little empty beds and the silence and cheerlessness of the +nursery. Then he left her, and sitting down by the fire, Mrs. Darling +was alone with her sad thoughts.</p> + +<div id="page080" class="figcenter clearboth"> +<img src="images/page080.jpg" width="400" height="580" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">HE WOULD LIVE IN THE KENNEL TILL HIS CHILDREN'S +RETURN</p><p>Scarcely, however, had she closed her eyes when three little figures +flew in at the window and nestled cosily in their beds. Then softly +Wendy called to her mother. But when Mrs. Darling looked round she +simply couldn't believe that the children were really there. So many +times before she had dreamt of their return, that it was not till they +all three crowded round her that she realised that they had indeed +come home. Oh! what joy to feel once more those dear faces, cool and +fresh from the flight through the night air, pressed against hers, hot +with tears; to hear once more the sound of those sweet voices as they +all talked at once. At last, when she was a little calm, Wendy began +telling her about Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, who with Peter Pan +himself were all waiting outside. Directly Mrs. Darling saw them, and +heard that they had no mothers, she instantly adopted them all. Though +the house would be rather crowded, she<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_81">[81]</a><br /><a id="page_82">[82]</a></span> could easily put up extra beds +in the drawing-room, she said, and with a screen on her "At Home" +days, all could be comfortably managed.</p> + +<p>The only difficulty lay with Peter. Much as at first sight he loved +Mrs. Darling, much as he loved Wendy, he couldn't consent to grow up. +So at last it was arranged that he should fly back alone to the +Never-Never-Never Land, and that once a year Mrs. Darling would allow +Wendy to go and stay with him for a whole week to do his spring +cleaning.</p><h3>THE TREE TOPS</h3> + +<p>High in the tree tops of the Never-Never-Never Land, Tinker Bell +placed the little house that was built for Wendy. The tree tops are +soft as velvet, and in the evening at twilight are all bejewelled +with<span class="pagenum"><a id="page_83">[83]</a></span> tiny mauve, and white, and blue lights. The mauve ones are boy +fairies, the white, girl fairies, and the blue lights are darling +little sillies who are not quite sure what they are.</p> + +<p>And the still air is filled with the singing of birds and the ringing +of hundreds of little fairy bells. But the sweetest sound of all is +the fluting of Peter Pan's pipe as he sits outside the little house +and calls to the spring to make haste, because with the spring comes +Wendy.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/page083.jpg" width="400" height="228" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p class="caption">THE END</p> + +<p class="spacer"> </p> + +<hr class="chap" /><div class="figcenter"> +<img src="images/papers1.jpg" width="400" height="603" alt="" /> +<p class="spacer"> </p> +<img src="images/papers2.jpg" width="400" height="603" alt="" /> +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of Peter Pan, by Daniel Stephen O'Connor + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STORY OF PETER PAN *** + +***** This file should be named 39755-h.htm or 39755-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/9/7/5/39755/ + +Produced by David Edwards, Matthew Wheaton and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Canada Team at +http://www.pgdpcanada.net (This file was produced from +images generously made available by The Internet +Archive/American Libraries.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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