In that remote land where Martin was born, with its bright warm climate and rich soil, no person need go very long hungry—not even a small boy alone and lost on that great grassy1 plain. For there is a little useful plant in that place, with small leaves like clover leaves and a pretty yellow flower, which bears a wholesome2 sweet root, about as big as a pigeon's egg and of a pearly white colour. It is so well known to the settlers' children in that desert country that they are always wandering off to the plain to look for it, just as the children in a town are always running off with their halfpence to the sweet-stuff shop. This pretty white root is watery4, so that it satisfies both hunger and thirst at the same time. Now when Martin woke next morning, he found a great many of the little three-leaved plants growing close to the spot where he had slept, and[45] they supplied him with a nice sweet breakfast. After he had eaten enough and had amused himself by rolling over and over several times on the grass, he started once more on his travels, going towards the sunrise as fast as he could run. He could run well for a small boy, but he got tired at last and sat down to rest. Then he jumped up and went on again at a trot5: this pace he kept up very steadily6, only pausing from time to time to watch a flock of small white birds that followed him all the morning out of curiosity. At length he began to feel so hot and tired that he could only walk. Still he kept on; he could see no flowers nor anything pretty in that place—why should he stay in it? He would go on, and on, and on, in spite of the heat, until he came to something. But it grew hotter as the day advanced, and the ground about him more dry and barren and desolate7, until at last he came to ground where there was scarcely a blade of grass: it was a great, barren, level plain, covered with a slight crust of salt crystals that glittered in the sun so brightly that it dazzled and pained his eyesight. Here were no sweet watery roots for refreshment8, and no berries; nor could Martin find a bush to give him a little shade and protection from the burning noonday sun. He saw one large dark object in the distance, and mistaking it for a bush covered with thick foliage9 he ran towards it; but suddenly it started up, when he was near, and waving its great grey and white wings like sails, fled across the plain. It was an ostrich10!
Now this hot, shadeless plain seemed to be the very home and[46] dwelling-place of the False Water. It sparkled and danced all round him so close that there only appeared to be a small space of dry ground for him to walk on; only he was always exactly in the centre of the dry spot; for as he advanced, the glittering whiteness, that looked so like shiny water, flew mockingly before his steps. But he hoped to get to it at last, as every time he flagged in the chase the mysterious figure of the day before appeared again to lure11 him still further on. At length, unable to move another step, Martin sat right down on the bare ground: it was like sitting on the floor of a heated oven, but there was no help for it, he was so tired. The air was so thick and heavy that he could hardly breathe, even with his mouth wide open like a little gasping12 bird; and the sky looked like metal, heated to a white heat, and so low down as to make him fancy that if he were to throw up his hands he would touch it and burn his fingers.
And the Mirage13—oh, how it glistened14 and quivered here where he had sat down, half blinding him with its brightness! Now that he could no longer run after it, nor even walk, it came to him, breaking round and over him in a thousand fantastic shapes, filling the air with a million white flakes16 that whirled about as if driven by a furious wind, although not a breath was stirring. They looked like whitest snow-flakes, yet stung his cheeks like sparks of fire. Not only did he see and feel, he could even hear it now: his ears were filled with a humming sound, growing louder and louder every minute, like the[47] noise made by a large colony of bumble-bees when a person carelessly treads on their nest, and they are angered and thrown into a great commotion17 and swarm18 out to defend their home. Very soon out of this confused murmur19 louder, clearer sounds began to rise; and these could be distinguished20 as the notes of numberless musical instruments, and voices of people singing, talking, and laughing. Then, all at once, there appeared running and skipping over the ground towards him a great company of girls—scores and hundreds of them scattered21 over the plain, exceeding in loveliness all lovely things that he had ever beheld22. Their faces were whiter than lilies, and their loose, fluttering hair looked like a mist of pale shining gold; and their skirts, that rustled23 as they ran, were also shining like the wings of dragon-flies, and were touched with brown reflections and changing, beautiful tints24, such as are seen on soap-bubbles. Each of them carried a silver pitcher25, and as they ran and skipped along they dipped their fingers in and sprinkled the desert with water. The bright drops they scattered fell all around in a grateful shower, and flew up again from the heated earth in the form of a white mist touched with rainbow colours, filling the air with a refreshing26 coolness.
At Martin's side there grew a small plant, its grey-green leaves lying wilted27 on the ground, and one of the girls paused to water it, and as she sprinkled the drops on it she sang:—
"Little weed, little weed,
In such need,
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Must you pain, ask in vain,
Die for rain,
Never bloom, never seed,
Little weed?
O, no, no, you shall not die,
From the sky
With my pitcher down I fly.
Drink the rain, grow again,
Bloom and seed,
Little weed."
Martin held up his hot little hands to catch some of the falling drops; then the girl, raising her pitcher, poured a stream of cool water right into his face, and laughing at what she had done, went away with a hop3, skip, and jump after her companions.
The girls with pitchers28 had all gone, and were succeeded by troops of boys, just as beautiful, many of them singing and some playing on wind and stringed instruments; and some were running, others quietly walking, and still others riding on various animals—ostriches, sheep, goats, fawns29, and small donkeys, all pure white. One boy was riding a ram30, and as he came by, strum-strumming on a little silver-stringed banjo, he sang a very curious song, which made Martin prick31 up his ears to listen. It was about a speckled snake that lived far away on a piece of waste ground; how day after day he sought for his lost playmate—the little boy that had left him; how he glided32 this way and that on his smooth, bright belly33, winding34 in and out among the tall wild sunflowers; how he listened for[49] the dear footsteps—listened with his green leaf-shaped, little head raised high among the leaves. But his playmate was far away and came no more to feed him from his basin of bread and milk, and caress35 his cold, smooth coils with his warm, soft, little hand.
Close after the boy on the ram marched four other little boys on foot, holding up long silver trumpets37 in readiness to blow. One of them stopped, and putting his trumpet36 down close to Martin's ear, puffed38 out his little, round cheeks, and blew a blast that made him jump. Laughing at the joke, they passed on, and were succeeded by others and still others, singing, shouting, twanging their instruments, and some of them stopping for a few moments to look at Martin or play some pretty little trick on him.
But now all at once Martin ceased to listen or even look at them, for something new and different was coming, something strange which made him curious and afraid at the same time. It was a sound, very deep and solemn, of men's voices singing together a song that was like a dirge39 and coming nearer and nearer, and it was like the coming of a storm with wind and rain and thunder. Soon he could see them marching through the great crowd of people—old men moving in a slow procession, and they had pale dark faces and their hair and long beards were whiter than snow, and their long flowing robes were of the silvery dark colour of a rain-cloud. Then he saw that the leaders of the procession were followed by others who[50] carried a couch of mother-o'-pearl resting on their shoulders, that on the couch reposed40 a pale sweet-looking youth dressed in silk clothes of a delicate rose-colour. He also wore crimson41 shoes, and a tight-fitting apple-green skull42 cap, which made his head look very small. His eyes were ruby-red, and he had a long slender nose like a snipe's bill, only broad and flattened43 at the tip. And then Martin saw that he was wounded, for he had one white hand pressed to his side and it was stained with blood, and drops of blood were trickling44 through his fingers.
He was troubled at the sight, and he gazed at him, and listened to the words of that solemn song the old men were singing but could not understand them. Not because he was a child, for no person, however aged45 and wise and filled with all learning he might be, could have understood that strange song about Wonderful Life and Wonderful Death. Yet there was something in it too which any one who heard it, man or child, could understand; and he understood it, and it went into his heart to make it so heavy and sad that he could have put his little face down on the ground and cried as he had never cried before. But he did not put his face down and cry, for just then the wounded youth looked down on him as they carried him past and smiled a very sweet smile: then Martin felt that he loved him above all the bright and beautiful beings[51] that had passed before him.
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Then, when he was gone from sight; when the solemn sound of the voices began to grow fainter in the distance like the[53] sound of a storm when it passes away, his heaviness of heart and sorrow left him, and he began to listen to the shouts and cries and clanging of noisy instruments of music swiftly coming nearer and nearer; and then all around and past him came a vast company of youths and maidens46 singing and playing and shouting and dancing as they moved onwards. They were the most beautiful beings he had ever seen in their shining dresses, some all in white, others in amber-colour, others in sky-blue, and some in still other lovely colours. "The Queen! the Queen!" they were shouting. "Stand up, little boy, and bow to the Queen."
"The Queen! Kneel to the Queen, little boy," cried others.
Then many others in the company began crying out together.
"The Queen! lie down flat on the ground, little boy."
"The Queen! Shut your eyes and open your mouth, little boy."
"The Queen! Run away as fast as you can, little boy."
"Stand on your head to the Queen, little boy!"
"Crow like a cock and bark like a dog, little boy!"
Trying to obey all these conflicting commands at one and the same time, poor Martin made strange noises and tumbled about this way and that and set them all laughing at him.
"The Queen wishes to speak to you—stand up, little boy," said one of the brightest beings, touching48 Martin on the cheek.
There before him, surrounded by all that beautiful company,[54] stood the horses that drew her—great milk-white horses impatiently pawing the dusty ground with their hoofs49 and proudly champing their gold bridles50, tossing the white froth from their mouths. But when he lifted his eyes timidly to the majestic51 being seated in her chariot before him he was dazzled and overcome with the sight. Her face had a brightness that was like that of the Mirage at noon, and the eyes that gazed on him were like two great opals; she appeared clothed in a white shining mist, and her hair spread wide on her shoulders looked white—whiter than a lamb's fleece, and powdered with fine gold that sparkled and quivered and ran through it like sparks of yellow fire: and on her head she wore a crown that was like a diamond seen by candle-light, or like a dew-drop in the sun, and every moment it changed its colour, and by turns was a red flame, then a green, then a yellow, then a violet.
"Child, you have followed me far," said the Queen, "and now you are rewarded, for you have looked on my face and I have refreshed you; and the Sun, my father, will never more hurt you for my sake."
"He is a naughty boy and unworthy of your goodness," spoke52 one of the bright beings standing53 near. "He killed the spoonbill."
"He cried for the poor slain54 bird," replied the Queen: "He will never remember it without grief, and I forgive him."
"He went away from his home and thinks no more of his[55] poor old father and mother, who cry for him and are seeking for him on the great plain," continued the voice.
"I forgive him," returned the Queen. "He is such a little wanderer—he could not always rest at home."
"He emptied a bucketful of water over good old Jacob, who found him and took him in and fed him, and sang to him, and danced to him, and was a second father to him."
At that there was great laughter; even the Queen laughed when she said that she forgave him that too. And Martin when he remembered old Jacob, and saw that they only made a joke of it, laughed with them. But the accusing voice still went on:
"And when the good old shepherd went to sleep a second time, then the naughty little boy climbed on the table and picked a hole in the thatch55 and got out and ran away."
Another burst of laughter followed; then a youth in a shining, violet-coloured dress suddenly began twanging on his instrument and wildly capering56 about in imitation of old Jacob's dancing, and while he played and danced he sang—
"Ho, sheep whose ways are known to me,
Both ewe and lamb
And horned ram
Wherever can that Martin be?
All day for him I ride
Over the plains so wide,
And on my horn I blow,
Just to let him know
That Jacob's on his track,
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And soon will have him back,
I look and look all day,
And when I'm home I say:
To dig himself a hole;
Them little legs he's got
They can't go far, trot, trot,
They can't go far, run run,
Oh no, it is his fun;
I'm sure he's near;
He must be here
A-skulking round the house
Just like a little mouse.
I'll get a mouse-trap in a minute,
And bait with cheese that's smelly
To bring him helter-skelly—
That little empty belly,
And then I'll have him in it.
Where have he hid,
That little kid,
That good old Jacob was so kind to?
And when a rest I am inclined to
Who'll boil the cow and dig the kittles
And milk the stockings, darn the wittles?
Who mugs of tea
Will drink with me?
When round and round
I pound the ground
With boots of cowhide, boots of thunder,
Who'll help to make the noise, I wonder?
Who'll join the row
Of loud bow-wow
With bang and whang of pan and platter?
O when I find
And upside down I'll hold him;
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I'll give him no more cold potato,
Because he don't do things he oughter,
But does the things he ought not to,
Then tell me true,
Both ram and ewe,
Wherever have that Martin got to?
For Jacob's old and deaf and dim
And never knowed the ways of him."
"I forgive him everything," said the Queen very graciously, when the song ended, at which they all laughed. "And now let two of you speak and each bestow65 a gift on him. He deserves to be rewarded for running so far after us."
Then one of those bright beautiful beings came forward and cried out: "He loves wandering; let him have his will and be a wanderer all his days on the face of the earth."
"Well spoken!" cried the Queen.
"A wanderer he is to be," said another: "let the sea do him no harm—that is my gift."
"So be it," said the Queen; "and to your two gifts I shall add a third. Let all men love him. Go now, Martin, you are well equipped, and satisfy your heart with the sight of all the strange and beautiful things the world contains."
"Kneel and thank the Queen for her gifts," said a voice to Martin.
He dropped on to his knees, but could speak no word; when[58] he raised his eyes again the whole glorious company had vanished.
The air was cool and fragrant66, the earth moist as if a shower had just fallen. He got up and slowly walked onward47 until near sunset, thinking of nothing but the beautiful people of the Mirage. He had left the barren salt plain behind by now; the earth was covered with yellow grass, and he found and ate some sweet roots and berries. Then feeling very tired, he stretched himself out on his back and began to wonder if what he had seen was nothing but a dream. Yes, it was surely a dream, but then—in his life dreams and realities were so mixed—how was he always to know one from the other? Which was most strange, the Mirage that glittered and quivered round him and flew mockingly before him, or the people of the Mirage he had seen?
If you are lying quite still with your eyes shut and some one comes softly up and stands over you, somehow you know it, and open your eyes to see who it is. Just in that way Martin knew that some one had come and was standing over him. Still he kept his eyes shut, feeling sure that it was one of those bright and beautiful beings he had lately seen, perhaps the Queen herself, and that the sight of her shining countenance67 would dazzle his eyes. Then all at once he thought that it might be old Jacob, who would punish him for running away. He opened his eyes very quickly then. What do you think he saw? An ostrich—that same big ostrich he had seen and startled[59] early in the day! It was standing over him, staring down with its great vacant eyes. Gradually its head came lower and lower down, until at last it made a sudden peck at a metal button on his jacket, and gave such a vigorous tug68 at it that Martin was almost lifted off the ground. He screamed and gave a jump; but it was nothing to the jump the ostrich gave when he discovered that the button belonged to a living boy. He jumped six feet high into the air and came down with a great flop69; then feeling rather ashamed of himself for being frightened at such an insignificant70 thing as Martin, he stalked majestically71 away, glancing back, first over one shoulder then the other, and kicking up his heels behind him in a somewhat disdainful manner.
Martin laughed, and in the middle of his laugh he fell asleep.
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| n.胎块；痣；克分子 | |
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| n.铜；铜币；铜器；adj.铜(制)的；(紫)铜色的 | |
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| adj.芬香的，馥郁的，愉快的 | |
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| n.脸色，面容；面部表情；vt.支持，赞同 | |
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