the life and adventures of santa clause-第4节
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〃I have been ignorant；〃 said he； simply； 〃until the great Ak in his kindness taught me who and what I am。 You； who live so sweetly in your forest bowers； ever fair and youthful and innocent； are no fit comrades for a son of humanity。 For I have looked upon man； finding him doomed to live for a brief space upon earth； to toil for the things he needs； to fade into old age； and then to pass away as the leaves in autumn。 Yet every man has his mission； which is to leave the world better； in some way； than he found it。 I am of the race of men； and man's lot is my lot。 For your tender care of the poor； forsaken babe you adopted； as well as for your loving comradeship during my boyhood； my heart will ever overflow with gratitude。 My foster…mother；〃 here he stopped and kissed Necile's white forehead； 〃I shall love and cherish while life lasts。 But I must leave you； to take my part in the endless struggle to which humanity is doomed； and to live my life in my own way。〃
〃What will you do？〃 asked the Queen； gravely。
〃I must devote myself to the care of the children of mankind； and try to make them happy；〃 he answered。 〃Since your own tender care of a babe brought to me happiness and strength； it is just and right that I devote my life to the pleasure of other babes。 Thus will the memory of the loving nymph Necile be planted within the hearts of thousands of my race for many years to come； and her kindly act be recounted in song and in story while the world shall last。 Have I spoken well； O Master？〃
〃You have spoken well；〃 returned Ak； and rising to his feet he continued： 〃Yet one thing must not be forgotten。 Having been adopted as the child of the Forest； and the playfellow of the nymphs； you have gained a distinction which forever separates you from your kind。 Therefore； when you go forth into the world of men you shall retain the protection of the Forest； and the powers you now enjoy will remain with you to assist you in your labors。 In any need you may call upon the Nymphs； the Ryls； the Knooks and the Fairies； and they will serve you gladly。 I； the Master Woodsman of the World； have said it； and my Word is the Law！〃
Claus looked upon Ak with grateful eyes。
〃This will make me mighty among men；〃 he replied。 〃Protected by these kind friends I may be able to make thousands of little children happy。 I will try very hard to do my duty； and I know the Forest people will give me their sympathy and help。〃
〃We will！〃 said the Fairy Queen； earnestly。
〃We will！〃 cried the merry Ryls； laughing。
〃We will！〃 shouted the crooked Knooks； scowling。
〃We will！〃 exclaimed the sweet nymphs； proudly。 But Necile said nothing。 She only folded Claus in her arms and kissed him tenderly。
〃The world is big；〃 continued the boy； turning again to his loyal friends； 〃but men are everywhere。 I shall begin my work near my friends； so that if I meet with misfortune I can come to the Forest for counsel or help。〃
With that he gave them all a loving look and turned away。 There was no need to say good by； by for him the sweet； wild life of the Forest was over。 He went forth bravely to meet his doomthe doom of the race of manthe necessity to worry and work。
But Ak； who knew the boy's heart； was merciful and guided his steps。
Coming through Burzee to its eastern edge Claus reached the Laughing Valley of Hohaho。 On each side were rolling green hills； and a brook wandered midway between them to wind afar off beyond the valley。 At his back was the grim Forest； at the far end of the valley a broad plain。 The eyes of the young man； which had until now reflected his grave thoughts； became brighter as he stood silent； looking out upon the Laughing Valley。 Then on a sudden his eyes twinkled； as stars do on a still night； and grew merry and wide。
For at his feet the cowslips and daisies smiled on him in friendly regard； the breeze whistled gaily as it passed by and fluttered the locks on his forehead； the brook laughed joyously as it leaped over the pebbles and swept around the green curves of its banks； the bees sang sweet songs as they flew from dandelion to daffodil； the beetles chirruped happily in the long grass； and the sunbeams glinted pleasantly over all the scene。
〃Here；〃 cried Claus； stretching out his arms as if to embrace the Valley； 〃will I make my home！〃
That was many； many years ago。 It has been his home ever since。 It is his home now。
MANHOOD
1。 The Laughing Valley
When Claus came the Valley was empty save for the grass； the brook； the wildflowers； the bees and the butterflies。 If he would make his home here and live after the fashion of men he must have a house。 This puzzled him at first； but while he stood smiling in the sunshine he suddenly found beside him old Nelko； the servant of the Master Woodsman。 Nelko bore an ax； strong and broad； with blade that gleamed like burnished silver。 This he placed in the young man's hand； then disappeared without a word。
Claus understood； and turning to the Forest's edge he selected a number of fallen tree…trunks； which he began to clear of their dead branches。 He would not cut into a living tree。 His life among the nymphs who guarded the Forest had taught him that a live tree is sacred； being a created thing endowed with feeling。 But with the dead and fallen trees it was different。 They had fulfilled their destiny； as active members of the Forest community； and now it was fitting that their remains should minister to the needs of man。
The ax bit deep into the logs at every stroke。 It seemed to have a force of its own； and Claus had but to swing and guide it。
When shadows began creeping over the green hills to lie in the Valley overnight； the young man had chopped many logs into equal lengths and proper shapes for building a house such as he had seen the poorer classes of men inhabit。 Then； resolving to await another day before he tried to fit the logs together； Claus ate some of the sweet roots he well knew how to find； drank deeply from the laughing brook； and lay down to sleep on the grass； first seeking a spot where no flowers grew； lest the weight of his body should crush them。
And while he slumbered and breathed in the perfume of the wondrous Valley the Spirit of Happiness crept into his heart and drove out all terror and care and misgivings。 Never more would the face of Claus be clouded with anxieties； never more would the trials of life weigh him down as with a burden。 The Laughing Valley had claimed him for its own。
Would that we all might live in that delightful place！but then； maybe； it would become overcrowded。 For ages it had awaited a tenant。 Was it chance that led young Claus to make his home in this happy vale？ Or may we guess that his thoughtful friends； the immortals； had directed his steps when he wandered away from Burzee to seek a home in the great world？
Certain it is that while the moon peered over the hilltop and flooded with its soft beams the body of the sleeping stranger； the Laughing Valley was filled with the queer； crooked shapes of the friendly Knooks。 These people spoke no words； but worked with skill and swiftness。 The logs Claus had trimmed with his bright ax were carried to a spot beside the brook and fitted one upon another； and during the night a strong and roomy dwelling was built。
The birds came sweeping into the Valley at daybreak； and their songs； so seldom heard in the deep wood； aroused the stranger。 He rubbed the web of sleep from his eyelids and looked around。 The house met his gaze。
〃I must thank the Knooks for this；〃 said he； gratefully。 Then he walked to his dwelling and entered at the doorway。 A large room faced him； having a fireplace at the end and a table and bench in the middle。 Beside the fireplace was a cupboard。 Another doorway was beyond。 Claus entered here； also； and saw a smaller room with a bed against the wall and a stool set near a small stand。 On the bed were many layers of dried moss brought from the Forest。
〃Indeed； it is a palace！〃 exclaimed the smiling Claus。 〃I must thank the good Knooks again； for their knowledge of man's needs as well as for their labors in my behalf。〃
He left his new home with a glad feeling that he was not quite alone in the world； although he had chosen to abandon his Forest life。 Friendships are not easily broken； and the immortals are everywhere。
Upon reaching the brook he drank of the pure water； and then sat down on the bank to laugh at the mischievous gambols of the ripples as they pushed one another against rocks or crowded desperately to see which should first reach the turn beyond。 And as they raced away he listened to the song they sang：
〃Rushing； pushing； on we go！ Not a wave may gently flow All are too excited。 Ev'ry drop； delighted； Turns to spray in merry play As we tumble on our way！〃
Next Claus searched for roots to eat； while the daffodils turned their little eyes up to him laughingly and lisped their dainty song：
〃Blooming fairly； growing rarely； Never flowerets were so gay！ Perfume breathing； joy bequeathing； As our colors we display。〃
It made Claus laugh to hear the little things voice their happiness
