第22章
- At the Back of the North Wind
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- 2016-03-02 16:21:44
That's when they're fairly at it. However, the boat got to a desert island before noon next day.""And what good will come of that?"
"I don't know. I obeyed orders. Good bye.""Oh! stay, North Wind, do stay!" cried Diamond, dismayed to see the windmill get slower and slower.
"What is it, my dear child?" said North Wind, and the windmill began turning again so swiftly that Diamond could scarcely see it.
"What a big voice you've got! and what a noise you do make with it?
What is it you want? I have little to do, but that little must be done.""I want you to take me to the country at the back of the north wind.""That's not so easy," said North Wind, and was silent for so long that Diamond thought she was gone indeed. But after he had quite given her up, the voice began again.
"I almost wish old Herodotus had held his tongue about it.
Much he knew of it!"
"Why do you wish that, North Wind?"
"Because then that clergyman would never have heard of it, and set you wanting to go. But we shall see. We shall see. You must go home now, my dear, for you don't seem very well, and I'll see what can be done for you. Don't wait for me. I've got to break a few of old Goody's toys; she's thinking too much of her new stock.
Two or three will do. There! go now."
Diamond rose, quite sorry, and without a word left the shop, and went home.
It soon appeared that his mother had been right about him, for that same afternoon his head began to ache very much, and he had to go to bed.
He awoke in the middle of the night. The lattice window of his room had blown open, and the curtains of his little bed were swinging about in the wind.
"If that should be North Wind now!" thought Diamond.
But the next moment he heard some one closing the window, and his aunt came to his bedside. She put her hand on his face, and said--"How's your head, dear?"
"Better, auntie, I think."
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Oh, yes! I should, please."
So his aunt gave him some lemonade, for she had been used to nursing sick people, and Diamond felt very much refreshed, and laid his head down again to go very fast asleep, as he thought.
And so he did, but only to come awake again, as a fresh burst of wind blew the lattice open a second time. The same moment he found himself in a cloud of North Wind's hair, with her beautiful face, set in it like a moon, bending over him.
"Quick, Diamond!" she said. "I have found such a chance!""But I'm not well," said Diamond.
"I know that, but you will be better for a little fresh air.
You shall have plenty of that."
"You want me to go, then?"
"Yes, I do. It won't hurt you."
"Very well," said Diamond; and getting out of the bed-clothes, he jumped into North Wind's arms.
"We must make haste before your aunt comes," said she, as she glided out of the open lattice and left it swinging.
The moment Diamond felt her arms fold around him he began to feel better. It was a moonless night, and very dark, with glimpses of stars when the clouds parted.
"I used to dash the waves about here," said North Wind, "where cows and sheep are feeding now; but we shall soon get to them.
There they are."
And Diamond, looking down, saw the white glimmer of breaking water far below him.
"You see, Diamond," said North Wind, "it is very difficult for me to get you to the back of the north wind, for that country lies in the very north itself, and of course I can't blow northwards.""Why not?" asked Diamond.
"You little silly!" said North Wind. "Don't you see that if I were to blow northwards I should be South Wind, and that is as much as to say that one person could be two persons?""But how can you ever get home at all, then?""You are quite right--that is my home, though I never get farther than the outer door. I sit on the doorstep, and hear the voices inside.
I am nobody there, Diamond."
"I'm very sorry."
"Why?"
"That you should be nobody."
"Oh, I don't mind it. Dear little man! you will be very glad some day to be nobody yourself. But you can't understand that now, and you had better not try; for if you do, you will be certain to go fancying some egregious nonsense, and making yourself miserable about it.""Then I won't," said Diamond.
"There's a good boy. It will all come in good time.""But you haven't told me how you get to the doorstep, you know.""It is easy enough for me. I have only to consent to be nobody, and there I am. I draw into myself and there I am on the doorstep.
But you can easily see, or you have less sense than I think, that to drag you, you heavy thing, along with me, would take centuries, and I could not give the time to it.""Oh, I'm so sorry!" said Diamond.
"What for now, pet?"
"That I'm so heavy for you. I would be lighter if I could, but Idon't know how."
"You silly darling! Why, I could toss you a hundred miles from me if I liked. It is only when I am going home that I shall find you heavy.""Then you are going home with me?"
"Of course. Did I not come to fetch you just for that?""But all this time you must be going southwards.""Yes. Of course I am."
"How can you be taking me northwards, then?""A very sensible question. But you shall see. I will get rid of a few of these clouds--only they do come up so fast!
It's like trying to blow a brook dry. There! What do you see now?""I think I see a little boat, away there, down below.""A little boat, indeed! Well! She's a yacht of two hundred tons;and the captain of it is a friend of mine; for he is a man of good sense, and can sail his craft well. I've helped him many a time when he little thought it. I've heard him grumbling at me, when I was doing the very best I could for him. Why, I've carried him eighty miles a day, again and again, right north.""He must have dodged for that," said Diamond, who had been watching the vessels, and had seen that they went other ways than the wind blew.
"Of course he must. But don't you see, it was the best I could do?
I couldn't be South Wind. And besides it gave him a share in the business. It is not good at all--mind that, Diamond--to do everything for those you love, and not give them a share in the doing.
It's not kind. It's making too much of yourself, my child.