at the back of the north wind-第20节
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shallows dumb in the hollows sleeping so deep and all the swallows
that dip their feathers in the hollows or in the shallows are the
merriest swallows of all for the nests they bake with the clay they
cake with the water they shake from their wings that rake the water
out of the shallows or the hollows will hold together in any weather
and so the swallows are the merriest fellows and have the merriest
children and are built so narrow like the head of an arrow to cut
the air and go just where the nicest water is flowing and the nicest
dust is blowing for each so narrow like head of an arrow is only
a barrow to carry the mud he makes from the nicest water flowing
and the nicest dust that is blowing to build his nest for her he
loves best with the nicest cakes which the sunshine bakes all for
their merry children all so callow with beaks that follow gaping
and hollow wider and wider after their father or after their mother
the food…provider who brings them a spider or a worm the poor hider
down in the earth so there's no dearth for their beaks as yellow
as the buttercups growing beside the flowing of the singing river
always and ever growing and blowing for fast as the sheep awake
or asleep crop them and crop them they cannot stop them but up they
creep and on they go blowing and so with the daisies the little
white praises they grow and they blow and they spread out their
crown and they praise the sun and when he goes down their praising
is done and they fold up their crown and they sleep every one till
over the plain he's shining amain and they're at it again praising
and praising such low songs raising that no one hears them but the sun
who rears them and the sheep that bite them are the quietest sheep
awake or asleep with the merriest bleat and the little lambs are
the merriest lambs they forget to eat for the frolic in their feet
and the lambs and their dams are the whitest sheep with the woolliest
wool and the longest wool and the trailingest tails and they shine
like snow in the grasses that grow by the singing river that sings
for ever and the sheep and the lambs are merry for ever because the
river sings and they drink it and the lambs and their dams are quiet
and white because of their diet for what they bite is buttercups
yellow and daisies white and grass as green as the river can make
it with wind as mellow to kiss it and shake it as never was seen
but here in the hollows beside the river where all the swallows
are merriest of fellows for the nests they make with the clay they
cake in the sunshine bake till they are like bone as dry in the wind
as a marble stone so firm they bind the grass in the clay that dries
in the wind the sweetest wind that blows by the river flowing
for ever but never you find whence comes the wind that blows on
the hollows and over the shallows where dip the swallows alive it
blows the life as it goes awake or asleep into the river that sings
as it flows and the life it blows into the sheep awake or asleep
with the woolliest wool and the trailingest tails and it never fails
gentle and cool to wave the wool and to toss the grass as the lambs
and the sheep over it pass and tug and bite with their teeth
so white and then with the sweep of their trailing tails smooth
it again and it grows amain and amain it grows and the wind as it
blows tosses the swallows over the hollows and down on the shallows
till every feather doth shake and quiver and all their feathers go
all together blowing the life and the joy so rife into the swallows
that skim the shallows and have the yellowest children for the wind
that blows is the life of the river flowing for ever that washes
the grasses still as it passes and feeds the daisies the little
white praises and buttercups bonny so golden and sunny with butter
and honey that whiten the sheep awake or asleep that nibble and bite
and grow whiter than white and merry and quiet on the sweet diet fed
by the river and tossed for ever by the wind that tosses the swallow
that crosses over the shallows dipping his wings to gather the water
and bake the cake that the wind shall make as hard as a bone as dry
as a stone it's all in the wind that blows from behind and all in
the river that flows for ever and all in the grasses and the white
daisies and the merry sheep awake or asleep and the happy swallows
skimming the shallows and it's all in the wind that blows from behind
Here Diamond became aware that his mother had stopped reading。
〃Why don't you go on; mother dear?〃 he asked。
〃It's such nonsense!〃 said his mother。 〃I believe it would go
on for ever。〃
〃That's just what it did;〃 said Diamond。
〃What did?〃 she asked。
〃Why; the river。 That's almost the very tune it used to sing。〃
His mother was frightened; for she thought the fever was coming
on again。 So she did not contradict him。
〃Who made that poem?〃 asked Diamond。
〃I don't know;〃 she answered。 〃Some silly woman for her children;
I supposeand then thought it good enough to print。〃
〃She must have been at the back of the north wind some time
or other; anyhow;〃 said Diamond。 〃She couldn't have got a hold of it
anywhere else。 That's just how it went。〃 And he began to chant
bits of it here and there; but his mother said nothing for fear
of making him; worse; and she was very glad indeed when she saw
her brother…in…law jogging along in his little cart。 They lifted
Diamond in; and got up themselves; and away they went; 〃home again;
home again; home again;〃 as Diamond sang。 But he soon grew quiet;
and before they reached Sandwich he was fast asleep and dreaming
of the country at the back of the north wind。
CHAPTER XIV
OLD DIAMOND
AFTER this Diamond recovered so fast; that in a few days he was quite
able to go home as soon as his father had a place for them to go。
Now his father having saved a little money; and finding that no
situation offered itself; had been thinking over a new plan。
A strange occurrence it was which turned his thoughts in that direction。
He had a friend in the Bloomsbury region; who lived by letting
out cabs and horses to the cabmen。 This man; happening to meet
him one day as he was returning from an unsuccessful application;
said to him:
〃Why don't you set up for yourself nowin the cab line; I mean?〃
〃I haven't enough for that;〃 answered Diamond's father。
〃You must have saved a goodish bit; I should think。 Just come home
with me now and look at a horse I can let you have cheap。 I bought him
only a few weeks ago; thinking he'd do for a Hansom; but I was wrong。
He's got bone enough for a waggon; but a waggon ain't a Hansom。
He ain't got go enough for a Hansom。 You see parties as takes
Hansoms wants to go like the wind; and he ain't got wind enough;
for he ain't so young as he once was。 But for a four…wheeler
as takes families and their luggages; he's the very horse。
He'd carry a small house any day。 I bought him cheap; and I'll sell
him cheap。〃
〃Oh; I don't want him;〃 said Diamond's father。 〃A body must have
time to think over an affair of so much importance。 And there's
the cab too。 That would come to a deal of money。〃
〃I could fit you there; I daresay;〃 said his friend。 〃But come
and look at the animal; anyhow。〃
〃Since I lost my own old pair; as was Mr。 Coleman's;〃
said Diamond's father; turning to accompany the cab…master;
〃I ain't almost got the heart to look a horse in the face。
It's a thousand pities to part man and horse。〃
〃So it is;〃 returned his friend sympathetically。
But what was the ex…coachman's delight; when; on going into the
stable where his friend led him; he found the horse he wanted him
to buy was no other than his own old Diamond; grown very thin
and bony and long…legged; as if they; had been doing what they
could to fit him for Hansom work!
〃He ain't a Hansom horse;〃 said Diamond's father indignantly。
〃Well; you're right。 He ain't handsome; but he's a good un〃
said his owner。
〃Who says he ain't handsome? He's one of the handsomest horses
a gentleman's coachman ever druv;〃 said Diamond's father;
remarking to himself under his breath〃though I says it as shouldn't〃
for he did not feel inclined all at once to confess that his own
old horse could have sunk so low。
〃Well;〃 said his friend; 〃all I say isThere's a animal for you;
as strong as a church; an'll go like a train; leastways a parly;〃
he added; correcting himself。
But the coachman had a lump in his throat and tears in his eyes。
For the old horse; hearing his voice; had turned his long neck;
and when his old friend went up to him and laid his hand on his side;
he whinnied for joy; and laid his big head on his master's breast。
This settled the matter。 The coachman's arms were round the
horse's neck in a moment; and he fairly broke down and cried。
The cab…master had never been so fond