at the back of the north wind-第16节
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with drooping arms and head。 Then Diamond grew frightened;
because she did not move nor speak。 He was sure it was North Wind;
but he thought she must be dead at last。 Her face was white as
the snow; her eyes were blue as the air in the ice…cave; and her
hair hung down straight; like icicles。 She had on a greenish robe;
like the colour in the hollows of a glacier seen from far off。
He stood up before her; and gazed fearfully into her face for a few
minutes before he ventured to speak。 At length; with a great effort
and a trembling voice; he faltered out
〃North Wind!〃
〃Well; child?〃 said the form; without lifting its head。
〃Are you ill; dear North Wind?〃
〃No。 I am waiting。〃
〃What for?〃
〃Till I'm wanted。〃
〃You don't care for me any more;〃 said Diamond; almost crying now。
〃Yes I do。 Only I can't show it。 All my love is down at the bottom
of my heart。 But I feel it bubbling there。〃
〃What do you want me to do next; dear North Wind?〃 said Diamond;
wishing to show his love by being obedient。
〃What do you want to do yourself?〃
〃I want to go into the country at your back。〃
〃Then you must go through me。〃
〃I don't know what you mean。〃
〃I mean just what I say。 You must walk on as if I were an open door;
and go right through me。〃
〃But that will hurt you。〃
〃Not in the least。 It will hurt you; though。〃
〃I don't mind that; if you tell me to do it。〃
〃Do it;〃 said North Wind。
Diamond walked towards her instantly。 When he reached her knees;
he put out his hand to lay it on her; but nothing was there save
an intense cold。 He walked on。 Then all grew white about him;
and the cold stung him like fire。 He walked on still; groping through
the whiteness。 It thickened about him。 At last; it got into his heart;
and he lost all sense。 I would say that he faintedonly whereas
in common faints all grows black about you; he felt swallowed up
in whiteness。 It was when he reached North Wind's heart that he
fainted and fell。 But as he fell; he rolled over the threshold;
and it was thus that Diamond got to the back of the north wind。
CHAPTER X
AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND
I HAVE now come to the most difficult part of my story。 And why?
Because I do not know enough about it。 And why should I not know
as much about this part as about any other part? For of course
I could know nothing about the story except Diamond had told it;
and why should not Diamond tell about the country at the back of
the north wind; as well as about his adventures in getting there?
Because; when he came back; he had forgotten a great deal;
and what he did remember was very hard to tell。 Things there
are so different from things here! The people there do not speak
the same language for one thing。 Indeed; Diamond insisted that
there they do not speak at all。 I do not think he was right;
but it may well have appeared so to Diamond。 The fact is; we have
different reports of the place from the most trustworthy people。
Therefore we are bound to believe that it appears somewhat different
to different people。 All; however; agree in a general way about it。
I will tell you something of what two very different people have reported;
both of whom knew more about it; I believe; than Herodotus。
One of them speaks from his own experience; for he visited the country;
the other from the testimony of a young peasant girl who came back
from it for a month's visit to her friends。 The former was a great
Italian of noble family; who died more than five hundred years ago;
the latter a Scotch shepherd who died not forty years ago。
The Italian; then; informs us that he had to enter that country
through a fire so hot that he would have thrown himself into
boiling glass to cool himself。 This was not Diamond's experience;
but then Durantethat was the name of the Italian; and it means Lasting;
for his books will last as long as there are enough men in the world
worthy of having themDurante was an elderly man; and Diamond was
a little boy; and so their experience must be a little different。
The peasant girl; on the other hand; fell fast asleep in a wood;
and woke in the same country。
In describing it; Durante says that the ground everywhere smelt sweetly;
and that a gentle; even…tempered wind; which never blew faster
or slower; breathed in his face as he went; making all the leaves
point one way; not so as to disturb the birds in the tops of
the trees; but; on the contrary; sounding a bass to their song。
He describes also a little river which was so full that its little waves;
as it hurried along; bent the grass; full of red and yellow flowers;
through which it flowed。 He says that the purest stream in the world
beside this one would look as if it were mixed with something that did
not belong to it; even although it was flowing ever in the brown
shadow of the trees; and neither sun nor moon could shine upon it。
He seems to imply that it is always the month of May in that country。
It would be out of place to describe here the wonderful sights he saw;
for the music of them is in another key from that of this story;
and I shall therefore only add from the account of this traveller;
that the people there are so free and so just and so healthy;
that every one of them has a crown like a king and a mitre like
a priest。
The peasant girlKilmeny was her namecould not report such grand
things as Durante; for; as the shepherd says; telling her story
as I tell Diamond's
〃Kilmeny had been she knew not where;
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare;
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew;
Where the rain never fell; and the wind never blew。
But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung;
And the airs of heaven played round her tongue;
When she spoke of the lovely forms she had seen;
And a land where sin had never been;
A land of love and a land of light;
Withouten sun; or moon; or night;
Where the river swayed a living stream;
And the light a pure and cloudless beam:
The land of vision it would seem;
And still an everlasting dream。〃
The last two lines are the shepherd's own remark; and a matter
of opinion。 But it is clear; I think; that Kilmeny must have described
the same country as Durante saw; though; not having his experience;
she could neither understand nor describe it so well。
Now I must give you such fragments of recollection as Diamond
was able to bring back with him。
When he came to himself after he fell; he found himself at the back
of the north wind。 North Wind herself was nowhere to be seen。
Neither was there a vestige of snow or of ice within sight。
The sun too had vanished; but that was no matter; for there was
plenty of a certain still rayless light。 Where it came from he
never found out; but he thought it belonged to the country itself。
Sometimes he thought it came out of the flowers; which were very bright;
but had no strong colour。 He said the riverfor all agree that there
is a river thereflowed not only through; but over grass: its channel;
instead of being rock; stones; pebbles; sand; or anything else;
was of pure meadow grass; not over long。 He insisted that if it
did not sing tunes in people's ears; it sung tunes in their heads;
in proof of which I may mention that; in the troubles which followed;
Diamond was often heard singing; and when asked what he was singing;
would answer; 〃One of the tunes the river at the back of the north
wind sung。〃 And I may as well say at once that Diamond never told
these things to any one butno; I had better not say who it was;
but whoever it was told me; and I thought it would be well to write them
for my child…readers。
He could not say he was very happy there; for he had neither
his father nor mother with him; but he felt so still and quiet
and patient and contented; that; as far as the mere feeling went;
it was something better than mere happiness。 Nothing went wrong
at the back of the north wind。 Neither was anything quite right;
he thought。 Only everything was going to be right some day。
His account disagreed with that of Durante; and agreed with that
of Kilmeny; in this; that he protested there was no wind there at all。
I fancy he missed it。 At all events we could not do without wind。
It all depends on how big our lungs are whether the wind is too strong
for us or not。
When the person he told about it asked him whether he saw anybody he
knew there; he answered; 〃Only a little girl belonging to the gardener;
who thought he had lost her; but was quite mistaken; for there she
was safe enough; and was to come back some day; as I came back;
if they would only wait。〃
〃Did you talk to her; Diamond?〃
〃No。 Nobody talks there。 They only look at each other;
and understand everything。〃