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Title: The Bee-Man of Orn and Other Fanciful Tales
Author: Stockton, Frank Richard, 1834-1902
Language: English
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In the ancient country of Orn, there lived an old man who was called
the Bee-man, because his whole time was spent in the company of bees.
He lived in a small hut, which was nothing more than an immense
bee-hive, for these little creatures had built their honeycombs in
every corner of the one room it contained, on the shelves, under the
little table, all about the rough bench on which the old man sat, and
even about the head-board and along the sides of his low bed. All day
the air of the room was thick with buzzing insects, but this did not
interfere in any way with the old Bee-man, who walked in among them,
ate his meals, and went to sleep, without the slightest fear of being
stung. He had lived with the bees so long, they had become so
accustomed to him, and his skin was so tough and hard, that the bees
no more thought of stinging him than they would of stinging a tree or
a stone. A swarm of bees had made their hive in a pocket of his old
leathern doublet; and when he put on this coat to take one of his
long walks in the forest in search of wild bees' nests, he was very
glad to have this hive with him, for, if he did not find any wild
honey, he would put his hand in his pocket and take out a piece of a
comb for a luncheon. The bees in his pocket worked very
industriously, and he was always certain of having something to eat
with him wherever he went. He lived principally upon honey; and when
he needed bread or meat, he carried some fine combs to a village not
far away and bartered them for other food. He was ugly, untidy,
shrivelled, and brown. He was poor, and the bees seemed to be his
only friends. But, for all that, he was happy and contented; he had
all the honey he wanted, and his bees, whom he considered the best
company in the world, were as friendly and sociable as they could be,
and seemed to increase in number every day.

One day, there stopped at the hut of the Bee-man a Junior Sorcerer.
This young person, who was a student of magic, necromancy, and the
kindred arts, was much interested in the Bee-man, whom he had
frequently noticed in his wanderings, and he considered him an
admirable subject for study. He had got a great deal of useful
practice by endeavoring to find out, by the various rules and laws of
sorcery, exactly why the old Bee-man did not happen to be something
that he was not, and why he was what he happened to be. He had
studied a long time at this matter, and had found out something.

"Do you know," he said, when the Bee-man came out of his hut, "that
you have been transformed?"

"What do you mean by that?" said the other, much surprised.

"You have surely heard of animals and human beings who have been
magically transformed into different kinds of creatures?"

"Yes, I have heard of these things," said the Bee-man; "but what have
I been transformed from?"

"That is more than I know," said the Junior Sorcerer. "But one thing
is certain--you ought to be changed back. If you will find out what
you have been transformed from, I will see that you are made all
right again. Nothing would please me better than to attend to such a

And, having a great many things to study and investigate, the Junior
Sorcerer went his way.

This information greatly disturbed the mind of the Bee-man. If he had
been changed from something else, he ought to be that other thing,
whatever it was. He ran after the young man, and overtook him.

"If you know, kind sir," he said, "that I have been transformed, you
surely are able to tell me what it is that I was."

"No," said the Junior Sorcerer, "my studies have not proceeded far
enough for that. When I become a senior I can tell you all about it.
But, in the meantime, it will be well for you to try to discover for
yourself your original form, and when you have done that, I will get
some of the learned masters of my art to restore you to it. It will
be easy enough to do that, but you could not expect them to take the
time and trouble to find out what it was."

And, with these words, he hurried away, and was soon lost to view.

Greatly disquieted, the Bee-man retraced his steps, and went to his
hut. Never before had he heard any thing which had so troubled him.

"I wonder what I was transformed from?" he thought, seating himself
on his rough bench. "Could it have been a giant, or a powerful
prince, or some gorgeous being whom the magicians or the fairies
wished to punish? It may be that I was a dog or a horse, or perhaps a
fiery dragon or a horrid snake. I hope it was not one of these. But,
whatever it was, every one has certainly a right to his original
form, and I am resolved to find out mine. I will start early
to-morrow morning, and I am sorry now that I have not more pockets to
my old doublet, so that I might carry more bees and more honey for my

He spent the rest of the day in making a hive of twigs and straw,
and, having transferred to this a number of honey-combs and a colony
of bees which had just swarmed, he rose before sunrise the next day,
and having put on his leathern doublet, and having bound his new hive
to his back, he set forth on his quest; the bees who were to
accompany him buzzing around him like a cloud.

As the Bee-man passed through the little village the people greatly
wondered at his queer appearance, with the hive upon his back. "The
Bee-man is going on a long expedition this time," they said; but no
one imagined the strange business on which he was bent. About noon he
sat down under a tree, near a beautiful meadow covered with blossoms,
and ate a little honey. Then he untied his hive and stretched himself
out on the grass to rest. As he gazed upon his bees hovering about
him, some going out to the blossoms in the sunshine, and some
returning laden with the sweet pollen, he said to himself, "They know
just what they have to do, and they do it; but alas for me! I know
not what I may have to do. And yet, whatever it may be, I am
determined to do it. In some way or other I will find out what was my
original form, and then I will have myself changed back to it."

And now the thought came to him that perhaps his original form might
have been something very disagreeable, or even horrid.

"But it does not matter," he said sturdily. "Whatever I was that
shall I be again. It is not right for any one to retain a form which
does not properly belong to him. I have no doubt I shall discover my
original form in the same way that I find the trees in which the wild
bees hive. When I first catch sight of a bee-tree I am drawn towards
it, I know not how. Something says to me: 'That is what you are
looking for.' In the same way I believe that I shall find my original
form. When I see it, I shall be drawn towards it. Something will say
to me: 'That is it.'"

When the Bee-man was rested he started off again, and in about an
hour he entered a fair domain. Around him were beautiful lawns, grand
trees, and lovely gardens; while at a little distance stood the
stately palace of the Lord of the Domain. Richly dressed people were
walking about or sitting in the shade of the trees and arbors;
splendidly caparisoned horses were waiting for their riders; and
everywhere were seen signs of opulence and gayety.

"I think," said the Bee-man to himself, "that I should like to stop
here for a time. If it should happen that I was originally like any
of these happy creatures it would please me much."

He untied his hive, and hid it behind some bushes, and taking off his
old doublet, laid that beside it. It would not do to have his bees
flying about him if he wished to go among the inhabitants of this
fair domain.

For two days the Bee-man wandered about the palace and its grounds,
avoiding notice as much as possible, but looking at every thing. He
saw handsome men and lovely ladies; the finest horses, dogs, and
cattle that were ever known; beautiful birds in cages, and fishes in
crystal globes, and it seemed to him that the best of all living
things were here collected.

At the close of the second day, the Bee-man said to himself: "There
is one being here toward whom I feel very much drawn, and that is the
Lord of the Domain. I cannot feel certain that I was once like him,
but it would be a very fine thing if it were so; and it seems
impossible for me to be drawn toward any other being in the domain
when I look upon him, so handsome, rich, and powerful. But I must
observe him more closely, and feel more sure of the matter, before
applying to the sorcerers to change me back into a lord of a fair

The next morning, the Bee-man saw the Lord of the Domain walking in
his gardens. He slipped along the shady paths, and followed him so as
to observe him closely, and find out if he were really drawn toward
this noble and handsome being. The Lord of the Domain walked on for
some time, not noticing that the Bee-man was behind him. But suddenly
turning, he saw the little old man.

"What are you doing here, you vile beggar?" he cried; and he gave him
a kick that sent him into some bushes that grew by the side of the

The Bee-man scrambled to his feet, and ran as fast as he could to the
place where he had hidden his hive and his old doublet.

"If I am certain of any thing," he thought, "it is that I was never a
person who would kick a poor old man. I will leave this place. I was
transformed from nothing that I see here."

He now travelled for a day or two longer, and then he came to a great
black mountain, near the bottom of which was an opening like the
mouth of a cave.

This mountain he had heard was filled with caverns and under-ground
passages, which were the abodes of dragons, evil spirits, horrid
creatures of all kinds.

"Ah me!" said the Bee-man with a sigh, "I suppose I ought to visit
this place. If I am going to do this thing properly, I should look on
all sides of the subject, and I may have been one of those horrid
creatures myself."

Thereupon he went to the mountain, and as he approached the opening
of the passage which led into its inmost recesses he saw, sitting
upon the ground, and leaning his back against a tree, a Languid

"Good-day," said this individual when he saw the Bee-man. "Are you
going inside?"

"Yes," said the Bee-man, "that is what I intend to do."

"Then," said the Languid Youth, slowly rising to his feet, "I think I
will go with you. I was told that if I went in there I should get my
energies toned up, and they need it very much; but I did not feel
equal to entering by myself, and I thought I would wait until some
one came along. I am very glad to see you, and we will go in

So the two went into the cave, and they had proceeded but a short
distance when they met a very little creature, whom it was easy to
recognize as a Very Imp. He was about two feet high, and resembled in
color a freshly polished pair of boots. He was extremely lively and
active, and came bounding toward them.

"What did you two people come here for?" he asked.

"I came," said the Languid Youth, "to have my energies toned up."

"You have come to the right place," said the Very Imp. "We will tone
you up. And what does that old Bee-man want?"

"He has been transformed from something, and wants to find out what
it is. He thinks he may have been one of the things in here."

"I should not wonder if that were so," said the Very Imp, rolling his
head on one side, and eying the Bee-man with a critical gaze.

"All right," said the Very Imp; "he can go around, and pick out his
previous existence. We have here all sorts of vile creepers,
crawlers, hissers, and snorters. I suppose he thinks any thing will
be better than a Bee-man."

"It is not because I want to be better than I am," said the Bee-man,
"that I started out on this search. I have simply an honest desire to
become what I originally was."

"Oh! that is it, is it?" said the other. "There is an idiotic
moon-calf here with a clam head, which must be just like what you
used to be."

"Nonsense," said the Bee-man. "You have not the least idea what an
honest purpose is. I shall go about, and see for myself."

"Go ahead," said the Very Imp, "and I will attend to this fellow who
wants to be toned up." So saying he joined the Languid Youth.

"Look here," said that individual, regarding him with interest, "do
you black and shine yourself every morning?"

"No," said the other, "it is water-proof varnish. You want to be
invigorated, don't you? Well, I will tell you a splendid way to
begin. You see that Bee-man has put down his hive and his coat with
the bees in it. Just wait till he gets out of sight, and then catch a
lot of those bees, and squeeze them flat. If you spread them on a
sticky rag, and make a plaster, and put it on the small of your back,
it will invigorate you like every thing, especially if some of the
bees are not quite dead."

"Yes," said the Languid Youth, looking at him with his mild eyes,
"but if I had energy enough to catch a bee I would be satisfied.
Suppose you catch a lot for me."

"The subject is changed," said the Very Imp. "We are now about to
visit the spacious chamber of the King of the Snap-dragons."

"That is a flower," said the Languid Youth.

"You will find him a gay old blossom," said the other. "When he has
chased you round his room, and has blown sparks at you, and has
snorted and howled, and cracked his tail, and snapped his jaws like a
pair of anvils, your energies will be toned up higher than ever
before in your life."

"No doubt of it," said the Languid Youth; "but I think I will begin
with something a little milder."

"Well then," said other, "there is a flat-tailed Demon of the Gorge
in here. He is generally asleep, and, if you say so, you can slip
into the farthest corner of his cave, and I'll solder his tail to the
opposite wall. Then he will rage and roar, but he can't get at you,
for he doesn't reach all the way across his cave; I have measured
him. It will tone you up wonderfully to sit there and watch him."

"Very likely," said the Languid Youth; "but I would rather stay
outside and let you go up in the corner. The performance in that way
will be more interesting to me."

"You are dreadfully hard to please," said the Very Imp. "I have
offered them to you loose, and I have offered them fastened to a
wall, and now the best thing I can do is to give you a chance at one
of them that can't move at all. It is the Ghastly Griffin and is
enchanted. He can't stir so much as the tip of his whiskers for a
thousand years. You can go to his cave and examine him just as if he
were stuffed, and then you can sit on his back and think how it would
be if you should live to be a thousand years old, and he should wake
up while you are sitting there. It would be easy to imagine a lot of
horrible things he would do to you when you look at his open mouth
with its awful fangs, his dreadful claws, and his horrible wings all
covered with spikes."

"I think that might suit me," said the Languid Youth. "I would much
rather imagine the exercises of these monsters than to see them
really going on."

"Come on, then," said the Very Imp, and he led the way to the cave of
the Ghastly Griffin.

The Bee-man went by himself through a great part of the mountain, and
looked into many of its gloomy caves and recesses, recoiling in
horror from most of the dreadful monsters who met his eyes. While he
was wandering about, an awful roar was heard resounding through the
passages of the mountain, and soon there came flapping along an
enormous dragon, with body black as night, and wings and tail of
fiery red. In his great fore-claws he bore a little baby.

"Horrible!" exclaimed the Bee-man. "He is taking that little creature
to his cave to devour it."

He saw the dragon enter a cave not far away, and following looked in.
The dragon was crouched upon the ground with the little baby lying
before him. It did not seem to be hurt, but was frightened and
crying. The monster was looking upon it with delight, as if he
intended to make a dainty meal of it as soon as his appetite should
be a little stronger.

"It is too bad!" thought the Bee-man. "Somebody ought to do
something." And turning around, he ran away as fast as he could.

He ran through various passages until he came to the spot where he
had left his bee-hive. Picking it up, he hurried back, carrying the
hive in his two hands before him. When he reached the cave of the
dragon, he looked in and saw the monster still crouched over the
weeping child. Without a moment's hesitation, the Bee-man rushed into
the cave and threw his hive straight into the face of the dragon. The
bees, enraged by the shock, rushed out in an angry crowd and
immediately fell upon the head, mouth, eyes, and nose of the dragon.
The great monster, astounded by this sudden attack, and driven almost
wild by the numberless stings of the bees, sprang back to the
farthest portion of his cave, still followed by his relentless
enemies, at whom he flapped wildly with his great wings and struck
with his paws. While the dragon was thus engaged with the bees, the
Bee-man rushed forward, and, seizing the child, he hurried away. He
did not stop to pick up his doublet, but kept on until he reached the
entrance of the caves. There he saw the Very Imp hopping along on one
leg, and rubbing his back and shoulders with his hands, and stopped
to inquire what was the matter, and what had become of the Languid

"He is no kind of a fellow," said the Very Imp. "He disappointed me
dreadfully. I took him up to the Ghastly Griffin, and told him the
thing was enchanted, and that he might sit on its back and think
about what it could do if it was awake; and when he came near it the
wretched creature opened its eyes, and raised its head, and then you
ought to have seen how mad that simpleton was. He made a dash at me
and seized me by the ears; he kicked and beat me till I can scarcely

"His energies must have been toned up a good deal," said the Bee-man.

"Toned up! I should say so!" cried the other. "I raised a howl, and a
Scissor-jawed Clipper came out of his hole, and got after him; but
that lazy fool ran so fast that he could not be caught."

The Bee-man now ran on and soon overtook the Languid Youth.

"You need not be in a hurry now," said the latter, "for the rules of
this institution don't allow the creatures inside to come out of this
opening, or to hang around it. If they did, they would frighten away
visitors. They go in and out of holes in the upper part of the

The two proceeded on their way.

"What are you going to do with that baby?" said the Languid Youth.

"I shall carry it along with me," said the Bee-man, "as I go on with
my search, and perhaps I may find its mother. If I do not, I shall
give it to somebody in that little village yonder. Any thing would be
better than leaving it to be devoured by that horrid dragon."

"Let me carry it. I feel quite strong enough now to carry a baby."

"Thank you," said the Bee-man, "but I can take it myself. I like to
carry something, and I have now neither my hive nor my doublet."

"It is very well that you had to leave them behind," said the Youth,
"for the bees would have stung the baby."

"My bees never sting babies," said the other.

"They probably never had a chance," remarked his companion.

They soon entered the village, and after walking a short distance the
youth exclaimed: "Do you see that woman over there sitting at the
door of her house? She has beautiful hair and she is tearing it all
to pieces. She should not be allowed to do that."

"No," said the Bee-man. "Her friends should tie her hands."

"Perhaps she is the mother of this child," said the Youth, "and if
you give it to her she will no longer think of tearing her hair."

"But," said the Bee-man, "you don't really think this is her child?"

"Suppose you go over and see," said the other.

The Bee-man hesitated a moment, and then he walked toward the woman.
Hearing him coming, she raised her head, and when she saw the child
she rushed towards it, snatched it into her arms, and screaming with
joy she covered it with kisses. Then with happy tears she begged to
know the story of the rescue of her child, whom she never expected to
see again; and she loaded the Bee-man with thanks and blessings. The
friends and neighbors gathered around and there was great rejoicing.
The mother urged the Bee-man and the Youth to stay with her, and rest
and refresh themselves, which they were glad to do as they were tired
and hungry.

They remained at the cottage all night, and in the afternoon of the
next day the Bee-man said to the Youth: "It may seem an odd thing to
you, but never in all my life have I felt myself drawn towards any
living being as I am drawn towards this baby. Therefore I believe
that I have been transformed from a baby."

"Good!" cried the Youth. "It is my opinion that you have hit the
truth. And now would you like to be changed back to your original

"Indeed I would!" said the Bee-man, "I have the strongest yearning to
be what I originally was."

The Youth, who had now lost every trace of languid feeling, took a
great interest in the matter, and early the next morning started off
to inform the Junior Sorcerer that the Bee-man had discovered what he
had been transformed from, and desired to be changed back to it.

The Junior Sorcerer and his learned Masters were filled with
enthusiasm when they heard this report, and they at once set out for
the mother's cottage. And there by magic arts the Bee-man was changed
back into a baby. The mother was so grateful for what the Bee-man had
done for her that she agreed to take charge of this baby, and to
bring it up as her own.

"It will be a grand thing for him," said the Junior Sorcerer, "and I
am glad that I studied his case. He will now have a fresh start in
life, and will have a chance to become something better than a
miserable old man living in a wretched hut with no friends or
companions but buzzing bees."

The Junior Sorcerer and his Masters then returned to their homes,
happy in the success of their great performance; and the Youth went
back to his home anxious to begin a life of activity and energy.

Years and years afterward, when the Junior Sorcerer had become a
Senior and was very old indeed, he passed through the country of Orn,
and noticed a small hut about which swarms of bees were flying. He
approached it, and looking in at the door he saw an old man in a
leathern doublet, sitting at a table, eating honey. By his magic art
he knew this was the baby which had been transformed from the

"Upon my word!" exclaimed the Sorcerer, "He has grown into the same
thing again!"


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Over the great door of an old, old church which stood in a quiet town
of a far-away land there was carved in stone the figure of a large
griffin. The old-time sculptor had done his work with great care, but
the image he had made was not a pleasant one to look at. It had a
large head, with enormous open mouth and savage teeth; from its back
arose great wings, armed with sharp hooks and prongs; it had stout
legs in front, with projecting claws; but there were no legs
behind,--the body running out into a long and powerful tail, finished
off at the end with a barbed point. This tail was coiled up under
him, the end sticking up just back of his wings.

The sculptor, or the people who had ordered this stone figure, had
evidently been very much pleased with it, for little copies of it,
also in stone, had been placed here and there along the sides of the
church, not very far from the ground, so that people could easily
look at them, and ponder on their curious forms. There were a great
many other sculptures on the outside of this church,--saints,
martyrs, grotesque heads of men, beasts, and birds, as well as those
of other creatures which cannot be named, because nobody knows
exactly what they were; but none were so curious and interesting as
the great griffin over the door, and the little griffins on the sides
of the church.

A long, long distance from the town, in the midst of dreadful wilds
scarcely known to man, there dwelt the Griffin whose image had been
put up over the church-door. In some way or other, the old-time
sculptor had seen him, and afterward, to the best of his memory, had
copied his figure in stone. The Griffin had never known this, until,
hundreds of years afterward, he heard from a bird, from a wild
animal, or in some manner which it is not now easy to find out, that
there was a likeness of him on the old church in the distant town.
Now, this Griffin had no idea how he looked. He had never seen a
mirror, and the streams where he lived were so turbulent and violent
that a quiet piece of water, which would reflect the image of any
thing looking into it, could not be found. Being, as far as could be
ascertained, the very last of his race, he had never seen another
griffin. Therefore it was, that, when he heard of this stone image of
himself, he became very anxious to know what he looked like, and at
last he determined to go to the old church, and see for himself what
manner of being he was. So he started off from the dreadful wilds,
and flew on and on until he came to the countries inhabited by men,
where his appearance in the air created great consternation; but he
alighted nowhere, keeping up a steady flight until he reached the
suburbs of the town which had his image on its church. Here, late in
the afternoon, he alighted in a green meadow by the side of a brook,
and stretched himself on the grass to rest. His great wings were
tired, for he had not made such a long flight in a century, or more.

The news of his coming spread quickly over the town, and the people,
frightened nearly out of their wits by the arrival of so
extraordinary a visitor, fled into their houses, and shut themselves
up. The Griffin called loudly for some one to come to him, but the
more he called, the more afraid the people were to show themselves.
At length he saw two laborers hurrying to their homes through the
fields, and in a terrible voice he commanded them to stop. Not daring
to disobey, the men stood, trembling.

"What is the matter with you all?" cried the Griffin. "Is there not a
man in your town who is brave enough to speak to me?"

"I think," said one of the laborers, his voice shaking so that his
words could hardly be understood, "that--perhaps--the Minor
Canon--would come."

"Go, call him, then!" said the Griffin; "I want to see him."

The Minor Canon, who filled a subordinate position in the old church,
had just finished the afternoon services, and was coming out of a
side door, with three aged women who had formed the week-day
congregation. He was a young man of a kind disposition, and very
anxious to do good to the people of the town. Apart from his duties
in the church, where he conducted services every week-day, he visited
the sick and the poor, counselled and assisted persons who were in
trouble, and taught a school composed entirely of the bad children in
the town with whom nobody else would have any thing to do. Whenever
the people wanted something difficult done for them, they always went
to the Minor Canon. Thus it was that the laborer thought of the young
priest when he found that some one must come and speak to the

The Minor Canon had not heard of the strange event, which was known
to the whole town except himself and the three old women, and when he
was informed of it, and was told that the Griffin had asked to see
him, he was greatly amazed, and frightened.

"Me!" he exclaimed. "He has never heard of me! What should he want
with me?"

"Oh! you must go instantly!" cried the two men. "He is very angry now
because he has been kept waiting so long; and nobody knows what may
happen if you don't hurry to him."

The poor Minor Canon would rather have had his hand cut off than go
out to meet an angry griffin; but he felt that it was his duty to go,
for it would be a woful thing if injury should come to the people of
the town because he was not brave enough to obey the summons of the
Griffin. So, pale and frightened, he started off.

"Well," said the Griffin, as soon as the young man came near, "I am
glad to see that there is some one who has the courage to come to

The Minor Canon did not feel very courageous, but he bowed his head.

"Is this the town," said the Griffin, "where there is a church with a
likeness of myself over one of the doors?"

The Minor Canon looked at the frightful creature before him and saw
that it was, without doubt, exactly like the stone image on the
church. "Yes," he said, "you are right."

"Well, then," said the Griffin, "will you take me to it? I wish very
much to see it."

The Minor Canon instantly thought that if the Griffin entered the
town without the people knowing what he came for, some of them would
probably be frightened to death, and so he sought to gain time to
prepare their minds.

"It is growing dark, now," he said, very much afraid, as he spoke,
that his words might enrage the Griffin, "and objects on the front of
the church can not be seen clearly. It will be better to wait until
morning, if you wish to get a good view of the stone image of

"That will suit me very well," said the Griffin. "I see you are a man
of good sense. I am tired, and I will take a nap here on this soft
grass, while I cool my tail in the little stream that runs near me.
The end of my tail gets red-hot when I am angry or excited, and it is
quite warm now. So you may go, but be sure and come early to-morrow
morning, and show me the way to the church."

The Minor Canon was glad enough to take his leave, and hurried into
the town. In front of the church he found a great many people
assembled to hear his report of his interview with the Griffin. When
they found that he had not come to spread ruin and devastation, but
simply to see his stony likeness on the church, they showed neither
relief nor gratification, but began to upbraid the Minor Canon for
consenting to conduct the creature into the town.

"What could I do?" cried the young man. "If I should not bring him he
would come himself and, perhaps, end by setting fire to the town with
his red-hot tail."

Still the people were not satisfied, and a great many plans were
proposed to prevent the Griffin from coming into the town. Some
elderly persons urged that the young men should go out and kill him;
but the young men scoffed at such a ridiculous idea. Then some one
said that it would be a good thing to destroy the stone image so that
the Griffin would have no excuse for entering the town; and this
proposal was received with such favor that many of the people ran for
hammers, chisels, and crowbars, with which to tear down and break up
the stone griffin. But the Minor Canon resisted this plan with all
the strength of his mind and body. He assured the people that this
action would enrage the Griffin beyond measure, for it would be
impossible to conceal from him that his image had been destroyed
during the night. But the people were so determined to break up the
stone griffin that the Minor Canon saw that there was nothing for him
to do but to stay there and protect it. All night he walked up and
down in front of the church-door, keeping away the men who brought
ladders, by which they might mount to the great stone griffin, and
knock it to pieces with their hammers and crowbars. After many hours
the people were obliged to give up their attempts, and went home to
sleep; but the Minor Canon remained at his post till early morning,
and then he hurried away to the field where he had left the Griffin.

The monster had just awakened, and rising to his fore-legs and
shaking himself, he said that he was ready to go into the town. The
Minor Canon, therefore, walked back, the Griffin flying slowly
through the air, at a short distance above the head of his guide. Not
a person was to be seen in the streets, and they proceeded directly
to the front of the church, where the Minor Canon pointed out the
stone griffin.

The real Griffin settled down in the little square before the church
and gazed earnestly at his sculptured likeness. For a long time he
looked at it. First he put his head on one side, and then he put it
on the other; then he shut his right eye and gazed with his left,
after which he shut his left eye and gazed with his right. Then he
moved a little to one side and looked at the image, then he moved the
other way. After a while he said to the Minor Canon, who had been
standing by all this time:

"It is, it must be, an excellent likeness! That breadth between the
eyes, that expansive forehead, those massive jaws! I feel that it
must resemble me. If there is any fault to find with it, it is that
the neck seems a little stiff. But that is nothing. It is an
admirable likeness,--admirable!"

The Griffin sat looking at his image all the morning and all the
afternoon. The Minor Canon had been afraid to go away and leave him,
and had hoped all through the day that he would soon be satisfied
with his inspection and fly away home. But by evening the poor young
man was utterly exhausted, and felt that he must eat and sleep. He
frankly admitted this fact to the Griffin, and asked him if he would
not like something to eat. He said this because he felt obliged in
politeness to do so, but as soon as he had spoken the words, he was
seized with dread lest the monster should demand half a dozen babies,
or some tempting repast of that kind.

"Oh, no," said the Griffin, "I never eat between the equinoxes. At
the vernal and at the autumnal equinox I take a good meal, and that
lasts me for half a year. I am extremely regular in my habits, and do
not think it healthful to eat at odd times. But if you need food, go
and get it, and I will return to the soft grass where I slept last
night and take another nap."

The next day the Griffin came again to the little square before the
church, and remained there until evening, steadfastly regarding the
stone griffin over the door. The Minor Canon came once or twice to
look at him, and the Griffin seemed very glad to see him; but the
young clergyman could not stay as he had done before, for he had many
duties to perform. Nobody went to the church, but the people came to
the Minor Canon's house, and anxiously asked him how long the Griffin
was going to stay.

"I do not know," he answered, "but I think he will soon be satisfied
with regarding his stone likeness, and then he will go away."

But the Griffin did not go away. Morning after morning he came to the
church, but after a time he did not stay there all day. He seemed to
have taken a great fancy to the Minor Canon, and followed him about
as he pursued his various avocations. He would wait for him at the
side door of the church, for the Minor Canon held services every day,
morning and evening, though nobody came now. "If any one should
come," he said to himself, "I must be found at my post." When the
young man came out, the Griffin would accompany him in his visits to
the sick and the poor, and would often look into the windows of the
school-house where the Minor Canon was teaching his unruly scholars.
All the other schools were closed, but the parents of the Minor
Canon's scholars forced them to go to school, because they were so
bad they could not endure them all day at home,--griffin or no
griffin. But it must be said they generally behaved very well when
that great monster sat up on his tail and looked in at the
school-room window.

When it was perceived that the Griffin showed no sign of going away,
all the people who were able to do so left the town. The canons and
the higher officers of the church had fled away during the first day
of the Griffin's visit, leaving behind only the Minor Canon and some
of the men who opened the doors and swept the church. All the
citizens who could afford it shut up their houses and travelled to
distant parts, and only the working people and the poor were left
behind. After some days these ventured to go about and attend to
their business, for if they did not work they would starve. They were
getting a little used to seeing the Griffin, and having been told
that he did not eat between equinoxes, they did not feel so much
afraid of him as before.

Day by day the Griffin became more and more attached to the Minor
Canon. He kept near him a great part of the time, and often spent the
night in front of the little house where the young clergyman lived
alone. This strange companionship was often burdensome to the Minor
Canon; but, on the other hand, he could not deny that he derived a
great deal of benefit and instruction from it. The Griffin had lived
for hundreds of years, and had seen much; and he told the Minor Canon
many wonderful things.

"It is like reading an old book," said the young clergyman to
himself; "but how many books I would have had to read before I would
have found out what the Griffin has told me about the earth, the air,
the water, about minerals, and metals, and growing things, and all
the wonders of the world!"

Thus the summer went on, and drew toward its close. And now the
people of the town began to be very much troubled again.

"It will not be long," they said, "before the autumnal equinox is
here, and then that monster will want to eat. He will be dreadfully
hungry, for he has taken so much exercise since his last meal. He
will devour our children. Without doubt, he will eat them all. What
is to be done?"

To this question no one could give an answer, but all agreed that the
Griffin must not be allowed to remain until the approaching equinox.
After talking over the matter a great deal, a crowd of the people
went to the Minor Canon, at a time when the Griffin was not with him.

"It is all your fault," they said, "that that monster is among us.
You brought him here, and you ought to see that he goes away. It is
only on your account that he stays here at all, for, although he
visits his image every day, he is with you the greater part of the
time. If you were not here, he would not stay. It is your duty to go
away and then he will follow you, and we shall be free from the
dreadful danger which hangs over us."

"Go away!" cried the Minor Canon, greatly grieved at being spoken to
in such a way. "Where shall I go? If I go to some other town, shall I
not take this trouble there? Have I a right to do that?"

"No," said the people, "you must not go to any other town. There is
no town far enough away. You must go to the dreadful wilds where the
Griffin lives; and then he will follow you and stay there."

They did not say whether or not they expected the Minor Canon to stay
there also, and he did not ask them any thing about it. He bowed his
head, and went into his house, to think. The more he thought, the
more clear it became to his mind that it was his duty to go away, and
thus free the town from the presence of the Griffin.

That evening he packed a leathern bag full of bread and meat, and
early the next morning he set out on his journey to the dreadful
wilds. It was a long, weary, and doleful journey, especially after he
had gone beyond the habitations of men, but the Minor Canon kept on
bravely, and never faltered. The way was longer than he had expected,
and his provisions soon grew so scanty that he was obliged to eat but
a little every day, but he kept up his courage, and pressed on, and,
after many days of toilsome travel, he reached the dreadful wilds.

When the Griffin found that the Minor Canon had left the town he
seemed sorry, but showed no disposition to go and look for him. After
a few days had passed, he became much annoyed, and asked some of the
people where the Minor Canon had gone. But, although the citizens had
been so anxious that the young clergyman should go to the dreadful
wilds, thinking that the Griffin would immediately follow him, they
were now afraid to mention the Minor Canon's destination, for the
monster seemed angry already, and, if he should suspect their trick
he would, doubtless, become very much enraged. So every one said he
did not know, and the Griffin wandered about disconsolate. One
morning he looked into the Minor Canon's school-house, which was
always empty now, and thought that it was a shame that every thing
should suffer on account of the young man's absence.

"It does not matter so much about the church," he said, "for nobody
went there; but it is a pity about the school. I think I will teach
it myself until he returns."

It was the hour for opening the school, and the Griffin went inside
and pulled the rope which rang the school-bell. Some of the children
who heard the bell ran in to see what was the matter, supposing it to
be a joke of one of their companions; but when they saw the Griffin
they stood astonished, and scared.

"Go tell the other scholars," said the monster, "that school is about
to open, and that if they are not all here in ten minutes, I shall
come after them."

In seven minutes every scholar was in place.

Never was seen such an orderly school. Not a boy or girl moved, or
uttered a whisper. The Griffin climbed into the master's seat, his
wide wings spread on each side of him, because he could not lean back
in his chair while they stuck out behind, and his great tail coiled
around, in front of the desk, the barbed end sticking up, ready to
tap any boy or girl who might misbehave. The Griffin now addressed
the scholars, telling them that he intended to teach them while their
master was away. In speaking he endeavored to imitate, as far as
possible, the mild and gentle tones of the Minor Canon, but it must
be admitted that in this he was not very successful. He had paid a
good deal of attention to the studies of the school, and he
determined not to attempt to teach them any thing new, but to review
them in what they had been studying; so he called up the various
classes, and questioned them upon their previous lessons. The
children racked their brains to remember what they had learned. They
were so afraid of the Griffin's displeasure that they recited as they
had never recited before. One of the boys, far down in his class,
answered so well that the Griffin was astonished.

"I should think you would be at the head," said he. "I am sure you
have never been in the habit of reciting so well. Why is this?"

"Because I did not choose to take the trouble," said the boy,
trembling in his boots. He felt obliged to speak the truth, for all
the children thought that the great eyes of the Griffin could see
right through them, and that he would know when they told a

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said the Griffin. "Go down to
the very tail of the class, and if you are not at the head in two
days, I shall know the reason why."

The next afternoon this boy was number one.

It was astonishing how much these children now learned of what they
had been studying. It was as if they had been educated over again.
The Griffin used no severity toward them, but there was a look about
him which made them unwilling to go to bed until they were sure they
knew their lessons for the next day.

The Griffin now thought that he ought to visit the sick and the poor;
and he began to go about the town for this purpose. The effect upon
the sick was miraculous. All, except those who were very ill indeed,
jumped from their beds when they heard he was coming, and declared
themselves quite well. To those who could not get up, he gave herbs
and roots, which none of them had ever before thought of as
medicines, but which the Griffin had seen used in various parts of
the world; and most of them recovered. But, for all that, they
afterward said that no matter what happened to them, they hoped that
they should never again have such a doctor coming to their bed-sides,
feeling their pulses and looking at their tongues.

As for the poor, they seemed to have utterly disappeared. All those
who had depended upon charity for their daily bread were now at work
in some way or other; many of them offering to do odd jobs for their
neighbors just for the sake of their meals,--a thing which before had
been seldom heard of in the town. The Griffin could find no one who
needed his assistance.

The summer had now passed, and the autumnal equinox was rapidly
approaching. The citizens were in a state of great alarm and anxiety.
The Griffin showed no signs of going away, but seemed to have settled
himself permanently among them. In a short time, the day for his
semi-annual meal would arrive, and then what would happen? The
monster would certainly be very hungry, and would devour all their

Now they greatly regretted and lamented that they had sent away the
Minor Canon; he was the only one on whom they could have depended in
this trouble, for he could talk freely with the Griffin, and so find
out what could be done. But it would not do to be inactive. Some step
must be taken immediately. A meeting of the citizens was called, and
two old men were appointed to go and talk to the Griffin. They were
instructed to offer to prepare a splendid dinner for him on equinox
day,--one which would entirely satisfy his hunger. They would offer
him the fattest mutton, the most tender beef, fish, and game of
various sorts, and any thing of the kind that he might fancy. If none
of these suited, they were to mention that there was an orphan asylum
in the next town.

"Anything would be better," said the citizens, "than to have our dear
children devoured."

The old men went to the Griffin, but their propositions were not
received with favor.

"From what I have seen of the people of this town," said the monster,
"I do not think I could relish any thing which was prepared by them.
They appear to be all cowards, and, therefore, mean and selfish. As
for eating one of them, old or young, I could not think of it for a
moment. In fact, there was only one creature in the whole place for
whom I could have had any appetite, and that is the Minor Canon, who
has gone away. He was brave, and good, and honest, and I think I
should have relished him."

"Ah!" said one of the old men very politely, "in that case I wish we
had not sent him to the dreadful wilds!"

"What!" cried the Griffin. "What do you mean? Explain instantly what
you are talking about!"

The old man, terribly frightened at what he had said, was obliged to
tell how the Minor Canon had been sent away by the people, in the
hope that the Griffin might be induced to follow him.

When the monster heard this, he became furiously angry. He dashed
away from the old men and, spreading his wings, flew backward and
forward over the town. He was so much excited that his tail became
red-hot, and glowed like a meteor against the evening sky. When at
last he settled down in the little field where he usually rested, and
thrust his tail into the brook, the steam arose like a cloud, and the
water of the stream ran hot through the town. The citizens were
greatly frightened, and bitterly blamed the old man for telling about
the Minor Canon.

"It is plain," they said, "that the Griffin intended at last to go
and look for him, and we should have been saved. Now who can tell
what misery you have brought upon us."

The Griffin did not remain long in the little field. As soon as his
tail was cool he flew to the town-hall and rang the bell. The
citizens knew that they were expected to come there, and although
they were afraid to go, they were still more afraid to stay away; and
they crowded into the hall. The Griffin was on the platform at one
end, flapping his wings and walking up and down, and the end of his
tail was still so warm that it slightly scorched the boards as he
dragged it after him.

When everybody who was able to come was there, the Griffin stood
still and addressed the meeting.

"I have had a contemptible opinion of you," he said, "ever since I
discovered what cowards you are, but I had no idea that you were so
ungrateful, selfish, and cruel, as I now find you to be. Here was
your Minor Canon, who labored day and night for your good, and
thought of nothing else but how he might benefit you and make you
happy; and as soon as you imagine yourselves threatened with a
danger,--for well I know you are dreadfully afraid of me,--you send
him off, caring not whether he returns or perishes, hoping thereby to
save yourselves. Now, I had conceived a great liking for that young
man, and had intended, in a day or two, to go and look him up. But I
have changed my mind about him. I shall go and find him, but I shall
send him back here to live among you, and I intend that he shall
enjoy the reward of his labor and his sacrifices. Go, some of you, to
the officers of the church, who so cowardly ran away when I first
came here, and tell them never to return to this town under penalty
of death. And if, when your Minor Canon comes back to you, you do not
bow yourselves before him, put him in the highest place among you,
and serve and honor him all his life, beware of my terrible
vengeance! There were only two good things in this town: the Minor
Canon and the stone image of myself over your church-door. One of
these you have sent away, and the other I shall carry away myself."

With these words he dismissed the meeting, and it was time, for the
end of his tail had become so hot that there was danger of its
setting fire to the building.

The next morning, the Griffin came to the church, and tearing the
stone image of himself from its fastenings over the great door, he
grasped it with his powerful fore-legs and flew up into the air.
Then, after hovering over the town for a moment, he gave his tail an
angry shake and took up his flight to the dreadful wilds. When he
reached this desolate region, he set the stone Griffin upon a ledge
of a rock which rose in front of the dismal cave he called his home.
There the image occupied a position somewhat similar to that it had
had over the church-door; and the Griffin, panting with the exertion
of carrying such an enormous load to so great a distance, lay down
upon the ground, and regarded it with much satisfaction. When he felt
somewhat rested he went to look for the Minor Canon. He found the
young man, weak and half starved, lying under the shadow of a rock.
After picking him up and carrying him to his cave, the Griffin flew
away to a distant marsh, where he procured some roots and herbs which
he well knew were strengthening and beneficial to man, though he had
never tasted them himself. After eating these the Minor Canon was
greatly revived, and sat up and listened while the Griffin told him
what had happened in the town.

"Do you know," said the monster, when he had finished, "that I have
had, and still have, a great liking for you?"

"I am very glad to hear it," said the Minor Canon, with his usual

"I am not at all sure that you would be," said the Griffin, "if you
thoroughly understood the state of the case, but we will not consider
that now. If some things were different, other things would be
otherwise. I have been so enraged by discovering the manner in which
you have been treated that I have determined that you shall at last
enjoy the rewards and honors to which you are entitled. Lie down and
have a good sleep, and then I will take you back to the town."

As he heard these words, a look of trouble came over the young man's

"You need not give yourself any anxiety," said the Griffin, "about my
return to the town. I shall not remain there. Now that I have that
admirable likeness of myself in front of my cave, where I can sit at
my leisure, and gaze upon its noble features and magnificent
proportions, I have no wish to see that abode of cowardly and selfish

The Minor Canon, relieved from his fears, lay back, and dropped into
a doze; and when he was sound asleep the Griffin took him up, and
carried him back to the town. He arrived just before daybreak, and
putting the young man gently on the grass in the little field where
he himself used to rest, the monster, without having been seen by any
of the people, flew back to his home.

When the Minor Canon made his appearance in the morning among the
citizens, the enthusiasm and cordiality with which he was received
were truly wonderful. He was taken to a house which had been occupied
by one of the banished high officers of the place, and every one was
anxious to do all that could be done for his health and comfort. The
people crowded into the church when he held services, so that the
three old women who used to be his week-day congregation could not
get to the best seats, which they had always been in the habit of
taking; and the parents of the bad children determined to reform them
at home, in order that he might be spared the trouble of keeping up
his former school. The Minor Canon was appointed to the highest
office of the old church, and before he died, he became a bishop.

During the first years after his return from the dreadful wilds, the
people of the town looked up to him as a man to whom they were bound
to do honor and reverence; but they often, also, looked up to the sky
to see if there were any signs of the Griffin coming back. However,
in the course of time, they learned to honor and reverence their
former Minor Canon without the fear of being punished if they did not
do so.

But they need never have been afraid of the Griffin. The autumnal
equinox day came round, and the monster ate nothing. If he could not
have the Minor Canon, he did not care for any thing. So, lying down,
with his eyes fixed upon the great stone griffin, he gradually
declined, and died. It was a good thing for some of the people of the
town that they did not know this.

If you should ever visit the old town, you would still see the little
griffins on the sides of the church; but the great stone griffin that
was over the door is gone.


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A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the brook there
was a narrow bridge, and from the bridge a foot-path led out from the
village and up the hill-side, to the cottage of Old Pipes and his
mother. For many, many years, Old Pipes had been employed by the
villagers to pipe the cattle down from the hills. Every afternoon, an
hour before sunset, he would sit on a rock in front of his cottage
and play on his pipes. Then all the flocks and herds that were
grazing on the mountains would hear him, wherever they might happen
to be, and would come down to the village--the cows by the easiest
paths, the sheep by those not quite so easy, and the goats by the
steep and rocky ways that were hardest of all.

But now, for a year or more, Old Pipes had not piped the cattle home.
It is true that every afternoon he sat upon the rock and played upon
his familiar instrument; but the cattle did not hear him. He had
grown old, and his breath was feeble. The echoes of his cheerful
notes, which used to come from the rocky hill on the other side of
the valley, were heard no more; and twenty yards from Old Pipes one
could scarcely tell what tune he was playing. He had become somewhat
deaf, and did not know that the sound of his pipes was so thin and
weak, and that the cattle did not hear him. The cows, the sheep, and
the goats came down every afternoon as before, but this was because
two boys and a girl were sent up after them. The villagers did not
wish the good old man to know that his piping was no longer of any
use, so they paid him his little salary every month, and said nothing
about the two boys and the girl.

Old Pipes's mother was, of course, a great deal older then he was,
and was as deaf as a gate,--posts, latch, hinges, and all,--and she
never knew that the sound of her son's pipe did not spread over all
the mountainside, and echo back strong and clear from the opposite
hills. She was very fond of Old Pipes, and proud of his piping; and
as he was so much younger than she was, she never thought of him as
being very old. She cooked for him, and made his bed, and mended his
clothes; and they lived very comfortably on his little salary.

One afternoon, at the end of the month, when Old Pipes had finished
his piping, he took his stout staff and went down the hill to the
village to receive the money for his month's work. The path seemed a
great deal steeper and more difficult than it used to be; and Old
Pipes thought that it must have been washed by the rains and greatly
damaged. He remembered it as a path that was quite easy to traverse
either up or down. But Old Pipes had been a very active man, and as
his mother was so much older than he was, he never thought of himself
as aged and infirm.

When the Chief Villager had paid him, and he had talked a little with
some of his friends, Old Pipes started to go home. But when he had
crossed the bridge over the brook, and gone a short distance up the
hill-side, he became very tired, and sat down upon a stone. He had
not been sitting there half a minute, when along came two boys and a

"Children," said Old Pipes, "I'm very tired tonight, and I don't
believe I can climb up this steep path to my home. I think I shall
have to ask you to help me."

"We will do that," said the boys and the girl, quite cheerfully; and
one boy took him by the right hand, and the other by the left, while
the girl pushed him in the back. In this way he went up the hill
quite easily, and soon reached his cottage door. Old Pipes gave each
of the three children a copper coin, and then they sat down for a few
minutes' rest before starting back to the village.

"I'm sorry that I tired you so much," said Old Pipes.

"Oh, that would not have tired us," said one of the boys, "if we had
not been so far to-day after the cows, the sheep, and the goats. They
rambled high up on the mountain, and we never before had such a time
in finding them."

"Had to go after the cows, the sheep, and the goats!" exclaimed Old
Pipes. "What do you mean by that?"

The girl, who stood behind the old man, shook her head, put her hand
on her mouth, and made all sorts of signs to the boy to stop talking
on this subject; but he did not notice her, and promptly answered Old

"Why, you see, good sir," said he, "that as the cattle can't hear
your pipes now, somebody has to go after them every evening to drive
them down from the mountain, and the Chief Villager has hired us
three to do it. Generally it is not very hard work, but to-night the
cattle had wandered far."

"How long have you been doing this?" asked the old man.

The girl shook her head and clapped her hand on her mouth more
vigorously than before, but the boy went on.

"I think it is about a year now," he said, "since the people first
felt sure that the cattle could not hear your pipes; and from that
time we've been driving them down. But we are rested now, and will go
home. Good-night, sir."

The three children then went down the hill, the girl scolding the boy
all the way home. Old Pipes stood silent a few moments, and then he
went into his cottage.

"Mother," he shouted; "did you hear what those children said?"

"Children!" exclaimed the old woman; "I did not hear them. I did not
know there were any children here."

Then Old Pipes told his mother, shouting very loudly to make her
hear, how the two boys and the girl had helped him up the hill, and
what he had heard about his piping and the cattle.

"They can't hear you?" cried his mother. "Why, what's the matter with
the cattle?"

"Ah, me!" said Old Pipes; "I don't believe there's any thing the
matter with the cattle. It must be with me and my pipes that there is
something the matter. But one thing is certain, if I do not earn the
wages the Chief Villager pays me, I shall not take them. I shall go
straight down to the village and give back the money I received

"Nonsense!" cried his mother. "I'm sure you've piped as well as you
could, and no more can be expected. And what are we to do without the

"I don't know," said Old Pipes; "but I'm going down to the village to
pay it back."

The sun had now set; but the moon was shining very brightly on the
hill-side, and Old Pipes could see his way very well. He did not take
the same path by which he had gone before, but followed another,
which led among the trees upon the hill-side, and, though longer, was
not so steep.

When he had gone about half-way, the old man sat down to rest,
leaning his back against a great oak-tree. As he did so, he heard a
sound like knocking inside the tree, and then a voice distinctly

"Let me out! let me out!"

Old Pipes instantly forgot that he was tired, and sprang to his feet.
"This must be a Dryad-tree!" he exclaimed. "If it is, I'll let her

Old Pipes had never, to his knowledge, seen a Dryad-tree, but he knew
there were such trees on the hill-sides and the mountains, and that
Dryads lived in them. He knew, too, that in the summer-time, on those
days when the moon rose before the sun went down, a Dryad could come
out of her tree if any one could find the key which locked her in,
and turn it. Old Pipes closely examined the trunk of the tree, which
stood in the full moonlight. "If I see that key," he said, "I shall
surely turn it." Before long he perceived a piece of bark standing
out from the tree, which appeared to him very much like the handle of
a key. He took hold of it, and found he could turn it quite around.
As he did so, a large part of the side of the tree was pushed open,
and a beautiful Dryad stepped quickly out.

For a moment she stood motionless, gazing on the scene before
her,--the tranquil valley, the hills, the forest, and the
mountain-side, all lying in the soft clear light of the moon. "Oh,
lovely! lovely!" she exclaimed. "How long it is since I have seen any
thing like this!" And then, turning to Old Pipes, she said: "How good
of you to let me out! I am so happy and so thankful, that I must kiss
you, you dear old man!" And she threw her arms around the neck of Old
Pipes, and kissed him on both cheeks. "You don't know," she then went
on to say, "how doleful it is to be shut up so long in a tree. I
don't mind it in the winter, for then I am glad to be sheltered, but
in summer it is a rueful thing not to be able to see all the beauties
of the world. And it's ever so long since I've been let out. People
so seldom come this way; and when they do come at the right time they
either don't hear me, or they are frightened, and run away. But you,
you dear old man, you were not frightened, and you looked and looked
for the key, and you let me out, and now I shall not have to go back
till winter has come, and the air grows cold. Oh, it is glorious!
What can I do for you, to show you how grateful I am?"

"I am very glad," said Old Pipes, "that I let you out, since I see
that it makes you so happy; but I must admit that I tried to find the
key because I had a great desire to see a Dryad. But if you wish to
do something for me, you can, if you happen to be going down toward
the village."

"To the village!" exclaimed the Dryad. "I will go anywhere for you,
my kind old benefactor."

"Well, then," said Old Pipes, "I wish you would take this little bag
of money to the Chief Villager and tell him that Old Pipes cannot
receive pay for the services which he does not perform. It is now
more than a year that I have not been able to make the cattle hear
me, when I piped to call them home. I did not know this until
to-night; but now that I know it, I cannot keep the money, and so I
send it back." And, handing the little bag to the Dryad, he bade her
good-night, and turned toward his cottage.

"Good-night," said the Dryad. "And I thank you over, and over, and
over again, you good old man!"

Old Pipes walked toward his home, very glad to be saved the fatigue
of going all the way down to the village and back again. "To be
sure," he said to himself, "this path does not seem at all steep, and
I can walk along it very easily; but it would have tired me
dreadfully to come up all the way from the village, especially as I
could not have expected those children to help me again." When he
reached home, his mother was surprised to see him returning so soon.

"What!" she exclaimed; "have you already come back? What did the
Chief Villager say? Did he take the money?"

Old Pipes was just about to tell her that he had sent the money to
the village by a Dryad, when he suddenly reflected that his mother
would be sure to disapprove such a proceeding, and so he merely said
he had sent it by a person whom he had met.

"And how do you know that the person will ever take it to the Chief
Villager?" cried his mother. "You will lose it, and the villagers
will never get it. Oh, Pipes! Pipes! when will you be old enough to
have ordinary common sense?"

Old Pipes considered that as he was already seventy years of age he
could scarcely expect to grow any wiser, but he made no remark on
this subject; and, saying that he doubted not that the money would go
safely to its destination, he sat down to his supper. His mother
scolded him roundly, but he did not mind it; and after supper he went
out and sat on a rustic chair in front of the cottage to look at the
moonlit village, and to wonder whether or not the Chief Villager
really received the money. While he was doing these two things, he
went fast asleep.

When Old Pipes left the Dryad, she did not go down to the village
with the little bag of money. She held it in her hand, and thought
about what she had heard. "This is a good and honest old man," she
said; "and it is a shame that he should lose this money. He looked as
if he needed it, and I don't believe the people in the village will
take it from one who has served them so long. Often, when in my tree,
have I heard the sweet notes of his pipes. I am going to take the
money back to him." She did not start immediately, because there were
so many beautiful things to look at; but after a while she went up to
the cottage, and, finding Old Pipes asleep in his chair, she slipped
the little bag into his coat-pocket, and silently sped away.

The next day, Old Pipes told his mother that he would go up the
mountain and cut some wood. He had a right to get wood from the
mountain, but for a long time he had been content to pick up the dead
branches which lay about his cottage. To-day, however, he felt so
strong and vigorous that he thought he would go and cut some fuel
that would be better than this. He worked all the morning, and when
he came back he did not feel at all tired, and he had a very good
appetite for his dinner.

Now, Old Pipes knew a good deal about Dryads, but there was one thing
which, although he had heard, he had forgotten. This was, that a kiss
from a Dryad made a person ten years younger. The people of the
village knew this, and they were very careful not to let any child of
ten years or younger, go into the woods where the Dryads were
supposed to be; for, if they should chance to be kissed by one of
these tree-nymphs, they would be set back so far that they would
cease to exist. A story was told in the village that a very bad boy
of eleven once ran away into the woods, and had an adventure of this
kind; and when his mother found him he was a little baby of one year
old. Taking advantage of her opportunity, she brought him up more
carefully than she had done before; and he grew to be a very good boy

Now, Old Pipes had been kissed twice by the Dryad, once on each
cheek, and he therefore felt as vigorous and active as when he was a
hale man of fifty. His mother noticed how much work he was doing, and
told him that he need not try in that way to make up for the loss of
his piping wages; for he would only tire himself out, and get sick.
But her son answered that he had not felt so well for years, and that
he was quite able to work. In the course of the afternoon, Old Pipes,
for the first time that day, put his hand in his coat-pocket, and
there, to his amazement, he found the little bag of money. "Well,
well!" he exclaimed, "I am stupid, indeed! I really thought that I
had seen a Dryad; but when I sat down by that big oak-tree I must
have gone to sleep and dreamed it all; and then I came home thinking
I had given the money to a Dryad, when it was in my pocket all the
time. But the Chief Villager shall have the money. I shall not take
it to him to-day, but to-morrow I wish to go to the village to see
some of my old friends; and then I shall give up the money."

Toward the close of the afternoon, Old Pipes, as had been his custom
for so many years, took his pipes from the shelf on which they lay,
and went out to the rock in front of the cottage.

"What are you going to do?" cried his mother. "If you will not
consent to be paid, why do you pipe?"

"I am going to pipe for my own pleasure," said her son. "I am used to
it, and I do not wish to give it up. It does not matter now whether
the cattle hear me or not, and I am sure that my piping will injure
no one."

When the good man began to play upon his favorite instrument he was
astonished at the sound that came from it. The beautiful notes of the
pipes sounded clear and strong down into the valley, and spread over
the hills, and up the sides of the mountain beyond, while, after a
little interval, an echo came back from the rocky hill on the other
side of the valley.

"Ha! ha!" he cried, "what has happened to my pipes? They must have
been stopped up of late, but now they are as clear and good as ever."

Again the merry notes went sounding far and wide. The cattle on the
mountain heard them, and those that were old enough remembered how
these notes had called them from their pastures every evening, and so
they started down the mountain-side, the others following.

The merry notes were heard in the village below, and the people were
much astonished thereby. "Why, who can be blowing the pipes of Old
Pipes?" they said. But, as they were all very busy, no one went up to
see. One thing, however, was plain enough: the cattle were coming
down the mountain. And so the two boys and the girl did not have to
go after them, and had an hour for play, for which they were very

The next morning Old Pipes started down to the village with his
money, and on the way he met the Dryad. "Oh, ho!" he cried, "is that
you? Why, I thought my letting you out of the tree was nothing but a

"A dream!" cried the Dryad; "if you only knew how happy you have made
me, you would not think it merely a dream. And has it not benefited
you? Do you not feel happier? Yesterday I heard you playing
beautifully on your pipes."

"Yes, yes," cried he. "I did not understand it before, but I see it
all now. I have really grown younger. I thank you, I thank you, good
Dryad, from the bottom of my heart. It was the finding of the money
in my pocket that made me think it was a dream."

"Oh, I put it in when you were asleep," she said, laughing, "because
I thought you ought to keep it. Good-by, kind, honest man. May you
live long, and be as happy as I am now."

Old Pipes was greatly delighted when he understood that he was really
a younger man; but that made no difference about the money, and he
kept on his way to the village. As soon as he reached it, he was
eagerly questioned as to who had been playing his pipes the evening
before, and when the people heard that it was himself, they were very
much surprised. Thereupon, Old Pipes told what had happened to him,
and then there was greater wonder, with hearty congratulations and
hand-shakes; for Old Pipes was liked by every one. The Chief Villager
refused to take his money, and, although Old Pipes said that he had
not earned it, every one present insisted that, as he would now play
on his pipes as before, he should lose nothing, because, for a time,
he was unable to perform his duty.

So Old Pipes was obliged to keep his money, and after an hour or two
spent in conversation with his friends, he returned to his cottage.

There was one individual, however, who was not at all pleased with
what had happened to Old Pipes. This was an Echo-dwarf, who lived on
the hills on the other side of the valley, and whose duty it was to
echo back the notes of the pipes whenever they could be heard. There
were a great many other Echo-dwarfs on these hills, some of whom
echoed back the songs of maidens, some the shouts of children, and
others the music that was often heard in the village. But there was
only one who could send back the strong notes of the pipes of Old
Pipes, and this had been his sole duty for many years. But when the
old man grew feeble, and the notes of his pipes could not be heard on
the opposite hills, this Echo-dwarf had nothing to do, and he spent
his time in delightful idleness; and he slept so much and grew so fat
that it made his companions laugh to see him walk.

On the afternoon on which, after so long an interval, the sound of
the pipes was heard on the echo hills, this dwarf was fast asleep
behind a rock. As soon as the first notes reached them, some of his
companions ran to wake him. Rolling to his feet, he echoed back the
merry tune of Old Pipes. Naturally, he was very much annoyed and
indignant at being thus obliged to give up his life of comfortable
leisure, and he hoped very much that this pipe-playing would not
occur again. The next afternoon he was awake and listening, and, sure
enough, at the usual hour, along came the notes of the pipes as clear
and strong as they ever had been; and he was obliged to work as long
as Old Pipes played. The Echo-dwarf was very angry. He had supposed,
of course, that the pipe-playing had ceased forever, and he felt that
he had a right to be indignant at being thus deceived. He was so much
disturbed that he made up his mind to go and try to find out whether
this was to be a temporary matter or not. He had plenty of time, as
the pipes were played but once a day, and he set off early in the
morning for the hill on which Old Pipes lived. It was hard work for
the fat little fellow, and when he had crossed the valley and had
gone some distance into the woods on the hill-side, he stopped to
rest, and, in a few minutes, the Dryad came tripping along.

"Ho, ho!" exclaimed the dwarf; "what are you doing here? and how did
you get out of your tree?"

"Doing!" cried the Dryad; "I am being happy; that's what I am doing.
And I was let out of my tree by the good old man who plays the pipes
to call the cattle down from the mountain. And it makes me happier to
think that I have been of service to him. I gave him two kisses of
gratitude, and now he is young enough to play his pipes as well as

The Echo-dwarf stepped forward, his face pale with passion. "Am I to
believe," he said, "that you are the cause of this great evil that
has come upon me? and that you are the wicked creature who has again
started this old man upon his career of pipe-playing? What have I
ever done to you that you should have condemned me for years and
years to echo back the notes of those wretched pipes?"

At this the Dryad laughed loudly.

"What a funny little fellow you are!" she said. "Any one would think
you had been condemned to toil from morning till night; while what
you really have to do is merely to imitate for half an hour every day
the merry notes of Old Pipes's piping. Fie upon you, Echo-dwarf! You
are lazy and selfish; and that is what is the matter with you.
Instead of grumbling at being obliged to do a little wholesome work,
which is less, I am sure, than that of any other echo-dwarf upon the
rocky hill-side, you should rejoice at the good fortune of the old
man who has regained so much of his strength and vigor. Go home and
learn to be just and generous; and then, perhaps, you may be happy.

"Insolent creature!" shouted the dwarf, as he shook his fat little
fist at her. "I'll make you suffer for this. You shall find out what
it is to heap injury and insult upon one like me, and to snatch from
him the repose that he has earned by long years of toil." And,
shaking his head savagely, he hurried back to the rocky hill-side.

Every afternoon the merry notes of the pipes of Old Pipes sounded
down into the valley and over the hills and up the mountain-side; and
every afternoon when he had echoed them back, the little dwarf grew
more and more angry with the Dryad. Each day, from early morning till
it was time for him to go back to his duties upon the rocky
hill-side, he searched the woods for her. He intended, if he met her,
to pretend to be very sorry for what he had said, and he thought he
might be able to play a trick upon her which would avenge him well.
One day, while thus wandering among the trees, he met Old Pipes. The
Echo-dwarf did not generally care to see or speak to ordinary people;
but now he was so anxious to find the object of his search, that he
stopped and asked Old Pipes if he had seen the Dryad. The piper had
not noticed the little fellow, and he looked down on him with some

"No," he said; "I have not seen her, and I have been looking
everywhere for her."

"You!" cried the dwarf, "what do you wish with her?"

Old Pipes then sat down on a stone, so that he should be nearer the
ear of his small companion, and he told what the Dryad had done for

When the Echo-dwarf heard that this was the man whose pipes he was
obliged to echo back every day, he would have slain him on the spot
had he been able; but, as he was not able, he merely ground his teeth
and listened to the rest of the story.

"I am looking for the Dryad now," Old Pipes continued, "on account of
my aged mother. When I was old myself, I did not notice how very old
my mother was; but now it shocks me to see how feeble and decrepit
her years have caused her to become; and I am looking for the Dryad
to ask her to make my mother younger, as she made me."

The eyes of the Echo-dwarf glistened. Here was a man who might help
him in his plans.

"Your idea is a good one," he said to Old Pipes, "and it does you
honor. But you should know that a Dryad can make no person younger
but one who lets her out of her tree. However, you can manage the
affair very easily. All you need do is to find the Dryad, tell her
what you want, and request her to step into her tree and be shut up
for a short time. Then you will go and bring your mother to the tree;
she will open it, and every thing will be as you wish. Is not this a
good plan?"

"Excellent!" cried Old Pipes; "and I will go instantly and search
more diligently for the Dryad."

"Take me with you," said the Echo-dwarf. "You can easily carry me on
your strong shoulders; and I shall be glad to help you in any way
that I can."

"Now, then," said the little fellow to himself, as Old Pipes carried
him rapidly along, "if he persuades the Dryad to get into a
tree,--and she is quite foolish enough to do it,--and then goes away
to bring his mother, I shall take a stone or a club and I will break
off the key of that tree, so that nobody can ever turn it again. Then
Mistress Dryad will see what she has brought upon herself by her
behavior to me."

Before long they came to the great oak-tree in which the Dryad had
lived, and, at a distance, they saw that beautiful creature herself
coming toward them.

"How excellently well every thing happens!" said the dwarf. "Put me
down, and I will go. Your business with the Dryad is more important
than mine; and you need not say any thing about my having suggested
your plan to you. I am willing that you should have all the credit of
it yourself."

Old Pipes put the Echo-dwarf upon the ground, but the little rogue
did not go away. He concealed himself between some low, mossy rocks,
and he was so much of their color that you would not have noticed him
if you had been looking straight at him.

When the Dryad came up, Old Pipes lost no time in telling her about
his mother, and what he wished her to do. At first, the Dryad
answered nothing, but stood looking very sadly at Old Pipes.

"Do you really wish me to go into my tree again?" she said. "I should
dreadfully dislike to do it, for I don't know what might happen. It
is not at all necessary, for I could make your mother younger at any
time if she would give me the opportunity. I had already thought of
making you still happier in this way, and several times I have waited
about your cottage, hoping to meet your aged mother, but she never
comes outside, and you know a Dryad cannot enter a house. I cannot
imagine what put this idea into your head. Did you think of it

"No, I cannot say that I did," answered Old Pipes. "A little dwarf
whom I met in the woods proposed it to me."

"Oh!" cried the Dryad; "now I see through it all. It is the scheme of
that vile Echo-dwarf--your enemy and mine. Where is he? I should like
to see him."

"I think he has gone away," said Old Pipes.

"No he has not," said the Dryad, whose quick eyes perceived the
Echo-dwarf among the rocks. "There he is. Seize him and drag him out,
I beg of you."

Old Pipes perceived the dwarf as soon as he was pointed out to him,
and, running to the rocks, he caught the little fellow by the arm and
pulled him out.

"Now, then," cried the Dryad, who had opened the door of the great
oak, "just stick him in there, and we will shut him up. Then I shall
be safe from his mischief for the rest of the time I am free."

Old Pipes thrust the Echo-dwarf into the tree; the Dryad pushed the
door shut; there was a clicking sound of bark and wood, and no one
would have noticed that the big oak had ever had an opening in it.

"There," said the Dryad; "now we need not be afraid of him. And I
assure you, my good piper, that I shall be very glad to make your
mother younger as soon as I can. Will you not ask her to come out and
meet me?"

"Of course I will," cried Old Pipes; "and I will do it without

And then, the Dryad by his side, he hurried to his cottage. But when
he mentioned the matter to his mother, the old woman became very
angry indeed. She did not believe in Dryads; and, if they really did
exist, she knew they must be witches and sorceresses, and she would
have nothing to do with them. If her son had ever allowed himself to
be kissed by one of them, he ought to be ashamed of himself. As to
its doing him the least bit of good, she did not believe a word of
it. He felt better than he used to feel, but that was very common.
She had sometimes felt that way herself, and she forbade him ever to
mention a Dryad to her again.

That afternoon, Old Pipes, feeling very sad that his plan in regard
to his mother had failed, sat down upon the rock and played upon his
pipes. The pleasant sounds went down the valley and up the hills and
mountain, but, to the great surprise of some persons who happened to
notice the fact, the notes were not echoed back from the rocky
hill-side, but from the woods on the side of the valley on which Old
Pipes lived. The next day many of the villagers stopped in their work
to listen to the echo of the pipes coming from the woods. The sound
was not as clear and strong as it used to be when it was sent back
from the rocky hill-side, but it certainly came from among the trees.
Such a thing as an echo changing its place in this way had never been
heard of before, and nobody was able to explain how it could have
happened. Old Pipes, however, knew very well that the sound came from
the Echo-dwarf shut up in the great oak-tree. The sides of the tree
were thin, and the sound of the pipes could be heard through them,
and the dwarf was obliged by the laws of his being to echo back those
notes whenever they came to him. But Old Pipes thought he might get
the Dryad in trouble if he let any one know that the Echo-dwarf was
shut up in the tree, and so he wisely said nothing about it.

One day the two boys and the girl who had helped Old Pipes up the
hill were playing in the woods. Stopping near the great oak-tree,
they heard a sound of knocking within it, and then a voice plainly

"Let me out! let me out!"

For a moment the children stood still in astonishment, and then one
of the boys exclaimed:

"Oh, it is a Dryad, like the one Old Pipes found! Let's let her out!"

"What are you thinking of?" cried the girl. "I am the oldest of all,
and I am only thirteen. Do you wish to be turned into crawling
babies? Run! run! run!"

And the two boys and the girl dashed down into the valley as fast as
their legs could carry them. There was no desire in their youthful
hearts to be made younger than they were. And for fear that their
parents might think it well that they should commence their careers
anew, they never said a word about finding the Dryad-tree.

As the summer days went on, Old Pipes's mother grew feebler and
feebler. One day when her son was away, for he now frequently went
into the woods to hunt or fish, or down into the valley to work, she
arose from her knitting to prepare the simple dinner. But she felt so
weak and tired that she was not able to do the work to which she had
been so long accustomed. "Alas! alas!" she said, "the time has come
when I am too old to work. My son will have to hire some one to come
here and cook his meals, make his bed, and mend his clothes. Alas!
alas! I had hoped that as long as I lived I should be able to do
these things. But it is not so. I have grown utterly worthless, and
some one else must prepare the dinner for my son. I wonder where he
is." And tottering to the door, she went outside to look for him. She
did not feel able to stand, and reaching the rustic chair, she sank
into it, quite exhausted, and soon fell asleep.

The Dryad, who had often come to the cottage to see if she could find
an opportunity of carrying out old Pipes's affectionate design, now
happened by; and seeing that the much-desired occasion had come, she
stepped up quietly behind the old woman and gently kissed her on each
cheek, and then as quietly disappeared.

In a few minutes the mother of old Pipes awoke, and looking up at the
sun, she exclaimed: "Why, it is almost dinner-time! My son will be
here directly, and I am not ready for him." And rising to her feet,
she hurried into the house, made the fire, set the meat and
vegetables to cook, laid the cloth, and by the time her son arrived
the meal was on the table.

"How a little sleep does refresh one," she said to herself, as she
was bustling about. She was a woman of very vigorous constitution,
and at seventy had been a great deal stronger and more active than
her son was at that age. The moment Old Pipes saw his mother, he knew
that the Dryad had been there; but, while he felt as happy as a king,
he was too wise to say any thing about her.

"It is astonishing how well I feel to-day," said his mother; "and
either my hearing has improved or you speak much more plainly than
you have done of late."

The summer days went on and passed away, the leaves were falling from
the trees, and the air was becoming cold.

"Nature has ceased to be lovely," said the Dryad, "and the
night-winds chill me. It is time for me to go back into my
comfortable quarters in the great oak. But first I must pay another
visit to the cottage of Old Pipes."

She found the piper and his mother sitting side by side on the rock
in front of the door. The cattle were not to go to the mountain any
more that season, and he was piping them down for the last time. Loud
and merrily sounded the pipes of Old Pipes, and down the
mountain-side came the cattle, the cows by the easiest paths, the
sheep by those not quite so easy, and the goats by the most difficult
ones among the rocks; while from the great oak-tree were heard the
echoes of the cheerful music.

"How happy they look, sitting there together," said the Dryad; "and I
don't believe it will do them a bit of harm to be still younger." And
moving quietly up behind them, she first kissed Old Pipes on his
cheek and then his mother.

Old Pipes, who had stopped playing, knew what it was, but he did not
move, and said nothing. His mother, thinking that her son had kissed
her, turned to him with a smile and kissed him in return. And then
she arose and went into the cottage, a vigorous woman of sixty,
followed by her son, erect and happy, and twenty years younger than

The Dryad sped away to the woods, shrugging her shoulders as she felt
the cool evening wind.

When she reached the great oak, she turned the key and opened the
door. "Come out," she said to the Echo-dwarf, who sat blinking
within. "Winter is coming on, and I want the comfortable shelter of
my tree for myself. The cattle have come down from the mountain for
the last time this year, the pipes will no longer sound, and you can
go to your rocks and have a holiday until next spring."

Upon hearing these words the dwarf skipped quickly out, and the Dryad
entered the tree and pulled the door shut after her. "Now, then," she
said to herself, "he can break off the key if he likes. It does not
matter to me. Another will grow out next spring. And although the
good piper made me no promise, I know that when the warm days arrive
next year, he will come and let me out again."

The Echo-dwarf did not stop to break the key of the tree. He was too
happy to be released to think of any thing else, and he hastened as
fast as he could to his home on the rocky hill-side.

       *       *       *       *       *

The Dryad was not mistaken when she trusted in the piper. When the
warm days came again he went to the oak-tree to let her out. But, to
his sorrow and surprise, he found the great tree lying upon the
ground. A winter storm had blown it down, and it lay with its trunk
shattered and split. And what became of the Dryad, no one ever knew.


       *       *       *       *       *

There was once a Queen who founded, in her capital city, a grand
museum. This institution was the pride of her heart, and she devoted
nearly all her time to overseeing the collection of objects for it,
and their arrangement in the spacious halls. This museum was intended
to elevate the intelligence of her people, but the result was quite
disappointing to the Queen. For some reason, and what it was she
could not imagine, the people were not interested in her museum. She
considered it the most delightful place in the world, and spent hours
every day in examining and studying the thousands of objects it
contained; but although here and there in the city there was a person
who cared to visit the collection, the great body of the people found
it impossible to feel the slightest interest in it. At first this
grieved the Queen, and she tried to make her museum better; but as
this did no good, she became very angry, and she issued a decree that
all persons of mature age who were not interested in her museum
should be sent to prison.

This decree produced a great sensation in the city. The people
crowded to the building, and did their very best to be interested;
but, in the majority of cases, the attempt was an utter failure. They
could not feel any interest whatever. The consequence was that
hundreds and thousands of the people were sent to prison, and as
there was not room enough for them in the ordinary jails, large
temporary prisons were erected in various parts of the city. Those
persons who were actually needed for work or service which no one
else could do were allowed to come out in the day-time on parole; but
at night they had to return to their prisons.

It was during this deplorable state of affairs that a stranger
entered the city one day. He was surprised at seeing so many prisons,
and approaching the window in one of them, behind the bars of which
he saw a very respectable-looking citizen, he asked what all this
meant. The citizen informed him how matters stood, and then, with
tears mounting to his eyes, he added:

"Oh, sir, I have tried my best to be interested in that museum; but
it is impossible; I cannot make myself care for it in the slightest
degree! And, what is more, I know I shall never be able to do so; and
I shall languish here for the rest of my days."

Passing on, the Stranger met a mother coming out of her house. Her
face was pale, and she was weeping bitterly. Filled with pity, he
stopped and asked her what was the matter. "Oh, sir," she said, "for
a week I have been trying, for the sake of my dear children, to take
an interest in that museum. For a time I thought I might do it, but
the hopes proved false. It is impossible. I must leave my little
ones, and go to prison."

The Stranger was deeply affected by these cases and many others of a
similar character, which he soon met with. "It is too bad! too bad!"
he said to himself. "I never saw a city in so much trouble. There is
scarcely a family, I am told, in which there is not some uninterested
person--I must see the Queen and talk to her about it," and with this
he wended his way to the palace.

He met the Queen just starting out on her morning visit to the
museum. When he made it known that he was a stranger, and desired a
short audience, she stopped and spoke to him.

"Have you visited my museum yet?" she said. "There is nothing in the
city so well worth your attention as that. You should go there before
seeing any thing else. You have a high forehead, and an intelligent
expression, and I have no doubt that it will interest you greatly. I
am going there myself, and I shall be glad to see what effect that
fine collection has upon a stranger."

This did not suit the Stranger at all. From what he had heard he felt
quite sure that if he went to the museum, he would soon be in jail;
and so he hurried to propose a plan which had occurred to him while
on his way to the palace.

"I came to see your Majesty on the subject of the museum," he said,
"and to crave permission to contribute to the collection some objects
which shall be interesting to every one. I understand that it is
highly desirable that every one should be interested."

"Of course it is," said the Queen, "and although I think that there
is not the slightest reason why every one should not feel the keenest
interest in what the museum already contains, I am willing to add to
it whatever may make it of greater value."

"In that case," said the Stranger, "no time should be lost in
securing what I wish to present."

"Go at once," said the Queen. "But how soon can you return?"

"It will take some days, at least," said the Stranger.

"Give me your parole to return in a week," said the Queen, "and start

The Stranger gave his parole and left the palace. Having filled a
leathern bag with provisions from a cook's shop, he went out of the
city gates. As he walked into the open country, he said to himself:

"I have certainly undertaken a very difficult enterprise. Where I am
to find any thing that will interest all the people in that city, I
am sure I do not know; but my heart is so filled with pity for the
great number of unfortunate persons who are torn from their homes and
shut up in prison, that I am determined to do something for them, if
I possibly can. There must be some objects to be found in this vast
country that will interest every one."

About noon he came to a great mountain-side covered with a forest.
Thinking that he was as likely to find what he sought in one place as
another, and preferring the shade to the sun, he entered the forest,
and walked for some distance along a path which gradually led up the
mountain. Having crossed a brook with its edges lined with
water-cresses, he soon perceived a large cave, at the entrance of
which sat an aged hermit. "Ah," said the Stranger to himself, "this
is indeed fortunate! This good and venerable man, who passes his life
amid the secrets of nature, can surely tell me what I wish to know."
Saluting the Hermit, he sat down and told the old man the object of
his quest.

"I am afraid you are looking for what you will not find," said the
Hermit. "Most people are too silly to be truly interested in any
thing. They herd together like cattle, and do not know what is good
for them. There are now on this mountain-side many commodious and
comfortable caves, all of which would be tenanted if people only knew
how improving and interesting it is to live apart from their
fellow-men. But, so far as it can be done, I will help you in your
quest, which I think is a worthy one. I can do nothing for you
myself, but I have a pupil who is very much given to wandering about,
and looking for curious things. He may tell you where you will be
able to find something that will interest everybody, though I doubt
it. You may go and see him, if you like, and I will excuse him from
his studies for a time, so that he may aid you in your search."

The Hermit then wrote an excuse upon a piece of parchment, and,
giving it to the Stranger, he directed him to the cave of his pupil.

This was situated at some distance, and higher up the mountain, and
when the Stranger reached it, he found the Pupil fast asleep upon the
ground. This individual was a long-legged youth, with long arms, long
hair, a long nose, and a long face. When the Stranger awakened him,
told him why he had come, and gave him the hermit's excuse, the
sleepy eyes of the Pupil brightened, and his face grew less long.

"That's delightful!" he said, "to be let off on a Monday; for I
generally have to be satisfied with a half-holiday, Wednesdays and

"Is the Hermit very strict with you?" asked the Stranger.

"Yes," said the Pupil, "I have to stick closely to the cave; though I
have been known to go fishing on days when there was no holiday. I
have never seen the old man but once, and that was when he first took
me. You know it wouldn't do for us to be too sociable. That wouldn't
be hermit-like. He comes up here on the afternoons I am out, and
writes down what I am to do for the next half-week."

"And do you always do it?" asked the Stranger.

"Oh, I get some of it done," said the Pupil; "but there have been
times when I have wondered whether it wouldn't have been better for
me to have been something else. But I have chosen my profession, and
I suppose I must be faithful to it. We will start immediately on our
search; but first I must put the cave in order, for the old man will
be sure to come up while I am gone."

So saying, the Pupil opened an old parchment book at a marked page,
and laid it on a flat stone, which served as a table, and then placed
a skull and a couple of bones in a proper position near by.

The two now started off, the Pupil first putting a line and hook in
his pocket, and pulling out a fishing-rod from under some bushes.

"What do you want with that?" asked the Stranger, "we are not going
to fish!"

"Why not?" said the Pupil; "if we come to a good place, we might
catch something that would be a real curiosity."

Before long they came to a mountain brook, and here the Pupil
insisted on trying his luck. The Stranger was a little tired and
hungry, and so was quite willing to sit down for a time and eat
something from his bag. The Pupil ran off to find some bait, and he
staid away so long that the Stranger had quite finished his meal
before he returned. He came back at last, however, in a state of
great excitement.

"Come with me! come with me!" he cried. "I have found something that
is truly astonishing! Come quickly!"

The Stranger arose and hurried after the Pupil, whose long legs
carried him rapidly over the mountain-side. Reaching a large hole at
the bottom of a precipitous rock, the Pupil stopped, and exclaiming:
"Come in here and I will show you something that will amaze you!" he
immediately entered the hole.

The Stranger, who was very anxious to see what curiosity he had
found, followed him some distance along a narrow and winding
under-ground passage. The two suddenly emerged into a high and
spacious cavern, which was lighted by openings in the roof; on the
floor, in various places, were strongly fastened boxes, and packages
of many sorts, bales and bundles of silks and rich cloths, with
handsome caskets, and many other articles of value.

"What kind of a place is this?" exclaimed the Stranger, in great

"Don't you know?" cried the Pupil, his eyes fairly sparkling with
delight. "It is a robber's den! Isn't it a great thing to find a
place like this?"

"A robber's den!" exclaimed the Stranger in alarm; "let us get out of
it as quickly as we can, or the robbers will return, and we shall be
cut to pieces."

"I don't believe they are coming back very soon," said the Pupil,
"and we ought to stop and take a look at some of these things."

"Fly, you foolish youth!" cried the Stranger; "you do not know what
danger you are in." And, so saying, he turned to hasten away from the

But he was too late. At that moment the robber captain and his band
entered the cave. When these men perceived the Stranger and the
Hermit's Pupil, they drew their swords and were about to rush upon
them, when the Pupil sprang forward and, throwing up his long arms,

"Stop! it is a mistake!"

At these words, the robber captain lowered his sword, and motioned to
his men to halt. "A mistake!" he said; "what do you mean by that?"

"I mean," said the Pupil, "that I was out looking for curiosities,
and wandered into this place by accident. We haven't taken a thing.
You may count your goods, and you will find nothing missing. We have
not even opened a box, although I very much wanted to see what was in
some of them."

"Are his statements correct?" said the Captain, turning to the

"Entirely so," was the answer.

"You have truthful features, and an honest expression," said the
Captain, "and I do not believe you would be so dishonorable as to
creep in here during our absence and steal our possessions. Your
lives shall be spared, but you will be obliged to remain with us; for
we cannot allow any one who knows our secret to leave us. You shall
be treated well, and shall accompany us in our expeditions; and if
your conduct merits it, you shall in time be made full members."

Bitterly the Stranger now regretted his unfortunate position. He
strode up and down one side of the cave, vowing inwardly that never
again would he allow himself to be led by a Hermit's Pupil. That
individual, however, was in a state of high delight. He ran about
from box to bale, looking at the rare treasures which some of the
robbers showed him.

The two captives were fed and lodged very well; and the next day the
Captain called them and the band together, and addressed them.

"We are now twenty-nine in number," he said; "twenty-seven full
members, and two on probation. To-night we are about to undertake a
very important expedition, in which we shall all join. We shall
fasten up the door of the cave, and at the proper time I shall tell
you to what place we are going."

An hour or two before midnight the band set out, accompanied by the
Stranger and the Hermit's Pupil; and when they had gone some miles
the Captain halted them to inform them of the object of the
expedition. "We are going," he said, "to rob the Queen's museum. It
is the most important business we have ever undertaken."

At these words the Stranger stepped forward and made a protest. "I
left the city yesterday," he said, "commissioned by the Queen to
obtain one or more objects of interest for her museum; and to return
now to rob an institution which I have promised to enrich will be
simply impossible."

"You are right," said the Captain, after a moment's reflection, "such
an action would be highly dishonorable on your part. If you will give
me your word of honor that you will remain by this stone until our
return, the expedition will proceed without you."

The Stranger gave his word, and having been left sitting upon the
stone, soon dropped asleep, and so remained until he was awakened by
the return of the band, a little before daylight. They came slowly
toiling along, each man carrying an enormous bundle upon his back.
Near the end of the line was the Hermit's Pupil, bearing a load as
heavy as any of the others. The Stranger offered to relieve him for a
time of his burden, but the Pupil would not allow it.

"I don't wish these men to think I can't do as much as they can," he
said. "You ought to have been along. We had a fine time! We swept
that museum clean, I tell you! We didn't leave a thing on a shelf or
in a case."

"What sort of things are they," asked the Stranger.

"I don't know," replied the Pupil, "we didn't have any light for fear
people would notice it, but the moon shone in bright enough for us to
see all the shelves and the cases; and our orders were not to try and
examine any thing, but to take all that was there. The cases had
great cloth covers on them, and we spread these on the floor and made
bundles of the curiosities. We are going to examine them carefully as
soon as we get to the den."

It was broad daylight when the robbers reached their cave. The
bundles were laid in a great circle on the floor, and, at a given
signal, they were opened. For a moment each robber gazed blankly at
the contents of his bundle, and then they all began to fumble and
search among the piles of articles upon the cloths; but after a few
minutes, they arose, looking blanker and more disappointed than

"So far as I can see," said the Captain, "there is nothing in the
whole collection that I care for. I do not like a thing here!"

"Nor I!" "Nor I!" "Nor I!" cried each one of his band.

"I suppose," said the Captain, after musing for a moment, "that as
these things are of no use to us, we are bound in honor to take them

"Hold!" said the Stranger, stepping forward; "do not be in too great
a hurry to do that." He then told the Captain of the state of affairs
in the city, and explained in full the nature of the expedition he
had undertaken for the Queen. "I think it would be better," he said,
"if these things were not taken back for the present. If you have a
safe place where you can put them, I will in due time tell the Queen
where they are, and if she chooses she can send for them."

"Good!" said the Captain, "it is but right that she should bear part
of the labor of transportation. There is a disused cave, a mile or so
away, and we will tie up these bundles and carry them there; and then
we shall leave the matter to you. We take no further interest in it.
And if you have given your parole to the Queen to return in a week,"
the Captain further continued, "of course you'll have to keep it. Did
you give your parole also?" he asked, turning to the Pupil.

"Oh, no!" cried that youth; "there was no time fixed for my return.
And I am sure that I like a robber's life much better than that of a
hermit. There is ever so much more spice and dash in it."

"The Stranger was then told that if he would promise not to betray
the robbers he might depart. He gave the promise; but added sadly
that he had lost so much time that he was afraid he would not now be
able to attain the object of his search and return within the week.

"If that is the case," said the Captain, "we will gladly assist you."
"Comrades!" he cried, addressing his band, "after stowing this
useless booty in the disused cave, and taking some rest and
refreshment, we will set out again, and the object of our expedition
shall be to obtain something for the Queen's museum which will
interest every one."

Shortly after midnight the robbers set out, accompanied by the
Stranger and the Pupil. When they had walked about an hour, the
Captain, as was his custom, brought them to a halt that he might tell
them where they were going. "I have concluded," said he, "that no
place is so likely to contain what we are looking for as the castle
of the great magician, Alfrarmedj. We will, therefore, proceed
thither, and sack the castle."

"Will there not be great danger in attacking the castle of a
magician?" asked the Stranger in somewhat anxious tones.

"Of course there will be," said the Captain, "but we are not such
cowards as to hesitate on account of danger. Forward, my men!" And on
they all marched.

When they reached the magician's castle, the order was given to scale
the outer wall. This the robbers did with great agility, and the
Hermit's Pupil was among the first to surmount it. But the Stranger
was not used to climbing, and he had to be assisted over the wall.
Inside the great court-yard they perceived numbers of Weirds--strange
shadowy creatures who gathered silently around them; but not in the
least appalled, the robbers formed into a body, and marched into the
castle, the door of which stood open. They now entered a great hall,
having at one end a doorway before which hung a curtain. Following
their Captain, the robbers approached this curtain, and pushing it
aside, entered the room beyond. There, behind a large table, sat the
great magician, Alfrarmedj, busy over his mystic studies, which he
generally pursued in the dead hours of the night. Drawing their
swords, the robbers rushed upon him.

"Surrender!" cried the Captain, "and deliver to us the treasures of
your castle."

The old magician raised his head from his book, and, pushing up his
spectacles from his forehead, looked at them mildly, and said:


Instantly, they all froze as hard as ice, each man remaining in the
position in which he was when the magical word was uttered. With
uplifted swords and glaring eyes they stood, rigid and stiff, before
the magician. After calmly surveying the group, the old man said:

"I see among you one who has an intelligent brow and truthful
expression. His head may thaw sufficiently for him to tell me what
means this untimely intrusion upon my studies."

The Stranger now felt his head begin to thaw, and in a few moments he
was able to speak. He then told the magician about the Queen's
museum, and how it had happened that he had come there with the

"Your motive is a good one," said the magician, "though your actions
are somewhat erratic; and I do not mind helping you to find what you
wish. In what class of objects do the people of the city take the
most interest?"

"Truly I do not know," said the Stranger.

"This is indeed surprising!" exclaimed Alfrarmedj. "How can you
expect to obtain that which will interest every one, when you do not
know what it is in which every one takes an interest? Go, find out
this, and then return to me, and I will see what can be done."

The magician then summoned his Weirds and ordered them to carry the
frozen visitors outside the castle walls. Each one of the rigid
figures was taken up by two Weirds, who carried him out and stood him
up in the road outside the castle. When all had been properly set up,
with the captain at their head, the gates were shut, and the magician
still sitting at his table, uttered the word, "Thaw!"

Instantly, the whole band thawed and marched away. At daybreak they
halted, and considered how they should find out what all the people
in the city took an interest in.

"One thing is certain," cried the Hermit's Pupil, "whatever it is, it
isn't the same thing."

"Your remark is not well put together," said the Stranger, "but I see
the force of it. It is true that different people like different
things. But how shall we find out what the different people like?"

"By asking them," said the Pupil.

"Good!" cried the Captain, who preferred action to words. "This night
we will ask them." He then drew upon the sand a plan of the
city,--(with which he was quite familiar, having carefully robbed it
for many years,)--and divided it into twenty-eight sections, each one
of which was assigned to a man. "I omit you," the Captain said to the
Stranger, "because I find that you are not expert at climbing." He
then announced that at night the band would visit the city, and that
each man should enter the houses in his district, and ask the people
what it was in which they took the greatest interest.

They then proceeded to the cave for rest and refreshment; and a
little before midnight they entered the city, and each member of the
band, including the Hermit's Pupil, proceeded to attend to the
business assigned to him. It was ordered that no one should disturb
the Queen, for they knew that what she took most interest in was the
museum. During the night nearly every person in the town was aroused
by a black-bearded robber, who had climbed into one of the windows of
the house, and who, instead of demanding money and jewels, simply
asked what it was in which that person took the greatest interest.
Upon receiving an answer, the robber repeated it until he had learned
it by heart, and then went to the next house. As so many of the
citizens were confined in prisons, which the robbers easily entered,
they transacted the business in much less time than they would
otherwise have required.

The Hermit's Pupil was very active, climbing into and out of houses
with great agility. He obtained his answers quite as easily as did
the others, but whenever he left a house there was a shade of
disappointment upon his features. Among the last places that he
visited was a room in which two boys were sleeping. He awoke them and
asked the usual question. While they were trembling in their bed, not
knowing what to answer, the Pupil drew his sword and exclaimed:
"Come, now, no prevarication; you know it's fishing-tackle. Speak
out!" Each of the boys then promptly declared it was fishing-tackle,
and the pupil left, greatly gratified. "I was very much afraid," he
said to himself, "that not a person in my district would say
fishing-tackle; and I am glad to think that there were two boys who
had sense enough to like something that is really interesting."

It was nearly daylight when the work was finished; and then the band
gathered together in an appointed place on the outside of the city,
where the Stranger awaited them. Each of the men had an excellent
memory, which was necessary in their profession, and they repeated to
the Stranger all the objects and subjects that had been mentioned to
them, and he wrote them down upon tablets.

The next night, accompanied by the band, he proceeded to the castle
of the magician, the great gate of which was silently opened for them
by the Weirds. When they were ushered into the magician's room,
Alfrarmedj took the tablets from the Stranger and examined them

"All these things should make a very complete collection," he said,
"and I think I have specimens of the various objects in my
interminable vaults." He then called his Weirds and, giving one of
them the tablets, told him to go with his companions into the vaults
and gather enough of the things therein mentioned to fill a large
museum. In half an hour the Weirds returned and announced that the
articles were ready in the great court-yard.

"Go, then," said the magician, "and assist these men to carry them to
the Queen's museum."

The Stranger then heartily thanked Alfrarmedj for the assistance he
had given; and the band, accompanied by a number of Weirds, proceeded
to carry the objects of interest to the Queen's museum. It was a
strange procession. Half a dozen Weirds carried a stuffed mammoth,
followed by others bearing the skeleton of a whale, while the robbers
and the rest of their queer helpers were loaded with every thing
relating to history, science, and art which ought to be in a really
good museum. When the whole collection had been put in place upon the
floors, the shelves, and in the cases, it was nearly morning. The
robbers, with the Hermit's Pupil, retired to the cave; the Weirds
disappeared; while the Stranger betook himself to the Queen's palace,
where, as soon as the proper hour arrived, he requested an audience.

When he saw the Queen, he perceived that she was very pale and that
her cheeks bore traces of recent tears. "You are back in good time,"
she said to him, "but it makes very little difference whether you
have succeeded in your mission or not. There is no longer any museum.
There has been a great robbery, and the thieves have carried off the
whole of the vast and valuable collection which I have been so long
in making."

"I know of that affair," said the Stranger, "and I have already
placed in your museum-building the collection which I have obtained.
If your Majesty pleases, I shall be glad to have you look at it. It
may, in some degree, compensate for that which has been stolen."

"Compensate!" cried the Queen. "Nothing can compensate for it; I do
not even wish to see what you have brought."

"Be that as your Majesty pleases," said the Stranger; "but I will be
so bold as to say that I have great hopes that the collection which I
have obtained will interest the people. Will your Majesty graciously
allow them to see it?"

"I have no objection to that," said the Queen; "and indeed I shall be
very glad if they can be made to be interested in the museum. I will
give orders that the prisons be opened, so that everybody can go to
see what you have brought; and those who shall be interested in it
may return to their homes. I did not release my obstinate subjects
when the museum was robbed, because their fault then was just as
great as it was before; and it would not be right that they should
profit by my loss."

The Queen's proclamation was made, and for several days the museum
was crowded with people moving from morning till night through the
vast collection of stuffed animals, birds, and fishes; rare and
brilliant insects; mineral and vegetable curiosities; beautiful works
of art; and all the strange, valuable, and instructive objects which
had been brought from the interminable vaults of the magician
Alfrarmedj. The Queen's officers, who had been sent to observe
whether or not the people were interested, were in no doubt upon this
point. Every eye sparkled with delight, for every one found something
which was the very thing he wished to see; and in the throng was the
Hermit's Pupil, standing in rapt ecstasy before a large case
containing all sorts of fishing-tackle, from the smallest hooks for
little minnows to the great irons and spears used in capturing

No one went back to prison, and the city was full of re-united
households and happy homes. On the morning of the fourth day, a grand
procession of citizens came to the palace to express to the Queen
their delight and appreciation of her museum. The great happiness of
her subjects could but please the Queen. She called the Stranger to
her, and said to him:

"Tell me how you came to know what it was that would interest my

"I asked them," said the Stranger. "That is to say, I arranged that
they should be asked."

"That was well done," said the Queen; "but it is a great pity that my
long labors in their behalf should have been lost. For many years I
have been a collector of button-holes; and there was nothing valuable
or rare in the line of my studies of which I had not an original
specimen or a facsimile. My agents brought me from foreign lands,
even from the most distant islands of the sea, button-holes of every
kind; in silk, in wool, in cloth of gold, in every imaginable
material, and of those which could not be obtained careful copies
were made. There was not a duplicate specimen in the whole
collection; only one of each kind; nothing repeated. Never before was
there such a museum. With all my power I strove to educate my people
up to an appreciation of button-holes; but, with the exception of a
few tailors and seamstresses, nobody took the slightest interest in
what I had provided for their benefit. I am glad that my people are
happy, but I cannot restrain a sigh for the failure of my efforts."

"The longer your Majesty lives," said the Stranger, "the better you
will understand that we cannot make other people like a thing simply
because we like it ourselves."

"Stranger," said the Queen, gazing upon him with admiration, "are you
a king in disguise?"

"I am," he replied.

"I thought I perceived it," said the Queen, "and I wish to add that I
believe you are far better able to govern this kingdom than I am. If
you choose I will resign it to you."

"Not so, your majesty," said the other; "I would not deprive you of
your royal position, but I should be happy to share it with you."

"That will answer very well," said the Queen. And turning to an
attendant, she gave orders that preparations should be made for their
marriage on the following day.

After the royal wedding, which was celebrated with great pomp and
grandeur, the Queen paid a visit to the museum, and, much to her
surprise, was greatly delighted and interested. The King then
informed her that he happened to know where the robbers had stored
her collection, which they could not sell or make use of, and if she
wished, he would regain the collection and erect a building for its

"We will not do that at present," said the Queen. "When I shall have
thoroughly examined and studied all these objects, most of which are
entirely new to me, we will decide about the button-holes."

The Hermit's Pupil did not return to his cave. He was greatly
delighted with the spice and dash of a robber's life, so different
from that of a hermit; and he determined, if possible, to change his
business and enter the band. He had a conversation with the Captain
on the subject, and that individual encouraged him in his purpose.

"I am tired," the Captain said, "of a robber's life. I have stolen so
much, that I cannot use what I have. I take no further interest in
accumulating spoils. The quiet of a hermit's life attracts me; and,
if you like we will change places. I will become the pupil of your
old master, and you shall be the captain of my band."

The change was made. The Captain retired to the cave of the Hermit's
Pupil, while the latter, with the hearty consent of all the men, took
command of the band of robbers.

When the King heard of this change, he was not at all pleased, and he
sent for the ex-pupil.

"I am willing to reward you," he said, "for assisting me in my recent
undertaking; but I cannot allow you to lead a band of robbers in my

A dark shade of disappointment passed over the ex-pupil's features,
and his face lengthened visibly.

"It is too bad," he said, "to be thus cut short at the very outset of
a brilliant career. I'll tell you what I'll do," he added suddenly,
his face brightening, "if you'll let me keep on in my new profession,
I'll promise to do nothing but rob robbers."

"Very well," said the King, "if you will confine yourself to that,
you may retain your position."

The members of the band were perfectly willing to rob in the new way,
for it seemed quite novel and exciting to them. The first place they
robbed was their own cave, and as they all had excellent memories,
they knew from whom the various goods had been stolen, and every
thing was returned to its proper owner. The ex-pupil then led his
band against the other dens of robbers in the kingdom, and his
movements were conducted with such dash and vigor that the various
hordes scattered in every direction, while the treasures in their
dens were returned to the owners, or, if these could not be found,
were given to the poor. In a short time every robber, except those
led by the ex-pupil, had gone into some other business; and the
victorious youth led his band into other kingdoms to continue the
great work of robbing robbers.

The Queen never sent for the collection of curiosities which the
robbers had stolen from her. She was so much interested in the new
museum that she continually postponed the re-establishment of her old
one; and, as far as can be known, the button-holes are still in the
cave where the robbers shut them up.



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The "Horn o' Plenty" was a fine, big, old-fashioned ship, very high
in the bow, very high in the stern, with a quarter-deck always
carpeted in fine weather, because her captain could not see why one
should not make himself comfortable at sea as well as on land.
Covajos Maroots was her captain, and a fine, jolly, old-fashioned,
elderly sailor he was. The "Horn o' Plenty" always sailed upon one
sea, and always between two ports, one on the west side of the sea,
and one on the east. The port on the west was quite a large city, in
which Captain Covajos had a married son, and the port on the east was
another city in which he had a married daughter. In each family he
had several grandchildren; and, consequently, it was a great joy to
the jolly old sailor to arrive at either port. The Captain was very
particular about his cargo, and the "Horn o' Plenty" was generally
laden with good things to eat, or sweet things to smell, or fine
things to wear, or beautiful things to look at. Once a merchant
brought to him some boxes of bitter aloes, and mustard plasters, but
Captain Covajos refused to take them into his ship.

"I know," said he, "that such things are very useful and necessary at
times, but you would better send them over in some other vessel. The
'Horn o' Plenty' has never carried any thing that to look at, to
taste, or to smell, did not delight the souls of old and young. I am
sure you cannot say that of these commodities. If I were to put such
things on board my ship, it would break the spell which more than
fifty savory voyages have thrown around it."

There were sailors who sailed upon that sea who used to say that
sometimes, when the weather was hazy and they could not see far, they
would know they were about to meet the "Horn o' Plenty" before she
came in sight; her planks and timbers, and even her sails and masts,
had gradually become so filled with the odor of good things that the
winds that blew over her were filled with an agreeable fragrance.

There was another thing about which Captain Covajos was very
particular; he always liked to arrive at one of his ports a few days
before Christmas. Never, in the course of his long life, had the old
sailor spent a Christmas at sea; and now that he had his fine
grandchildren to help make the holidays merry, it would have grieved
him very much if he had been unable to reach one or the other of his
ports in good season. His jolly old vessel was generally heavily
laden, and very slow, and there were many days of calms on that sea
when she did not sail at all, so that her voyages were usually very,
very long. But the Captain fixed the days of sailing so as to give
himself plenty of time to get to the other end of his course before
Christmas came around.

One spring, however, he started too late, and when he was about the
middle of his voyage, he called to him Baragat Bean, his old
boatswain. This venerable sailor had been with the Captain ever since
he had commanded the "Horn o' Plenty," and on important occasions he
was always consulted in preference to the other officers, none of
whom had served under Captain Covajos more then fifteen or twenty

"Baragat," said the Captain, "we have just passed the Isle of
Guinea-Hens. You can see its one mountain standing up against the sky
to the north."

"Aye, aye, sir," said old Baragat; "there she stands, the same as

"That makes it plain," said the Captain, "that we are not yet
half-way across, and I am very much afraid that I shall not be able
to reach my dear daughter's house before Christmas."

"That would be doleful, indeed," said Baragat; "but I've feared
something of the kind, for we've had calms nearly every other day,
and sometimes, when the wind did blow, it came from the wrong
direction, and it's my belief that the ship sailed backward."

"That was very bad management," said the Captain. "The chief mate
should have seen to it that the sails were turned in such a manner
that the ship could not go backward. If that sort of thing happened
often, it would become quite a serious affair."

"But what is done can't be helped," said the boatswain, "and I don't
see how you are going to get into port before Christmas."

"Nor do I," said the Captain, gazing out over the sea.

"It would give me a sad turn, sir," said Baragat, "to see you spend
Christmas at sea; a thing you never did before, nor ever shall do, if
I can help it. If you'll take my advice, sir, you'll turn around, and
go back. It's a shorter distance to the port we started from than to
the one we are going to, and if we turn back now, I am sure we all
shall be on shore before the holidays."

"Go back to my son's house!" exclaimed Captain Covajos, "where I was
last winter! Why, that would be like spending last Christmas over

"But that would be better than having none at all, sir," said the
boatswain, "and a Christmas at sea would be about equal to none."

"Good!" exclaimed the Captain. "I will give up the coming Christmas
with my daughter and her children, and go back and spend last
Christmas over again with my son and his dear boys and girls. Have
the ship turned around immediately, Baragat, and tell the chief mate
I do not wish to sail backward if it can possibly be avoided."

For a week or more the "Horn o' Plenty" sailed back upon her track
towards the city where dwelt the Captain's son. The weather was fine,
the carpet was never taken up from the quarter-deck, and every thing
was going on very well, when a man, who happened to have an errand at
one of the topmasts, came down, and reported that, far away to the
north, he had seen a little open boat with some people in it.

"Ah me!" said Captain Covajos, "it must be some poor fellows who are
shipwrecked. It will take us out of our course, but we must not leave
them to their fate. Have the ship turned about, so that it will sail

It was not very long before they came up with the boat; and, much to
the Captain's surprise, he saw that it was filled with boys.

"Who are you?" he cried as soon as he was near enough. "And where do
you come from?"

"We are the First Class in Long Division," said the oldest boy, "and
we are cast away. Have you any thing to eat that you can spare us? We
are almost famished."

"We have plenty of every thing," said the Captain. "Come on board
instantly, and all your wants shall be supplied."

"How long have you been without food?" he asked, when the boys were
on the deck of the vessel.

"We have had nothing to eat since breakfast," said one of them; "and
it is now late in the afternoon. Some of us are nearly dead from

"It is very hard for boys to go so long without eating," said the
good Captain. And leading them below, he soon set them to work upon a
bountiful meal.

Not until their hunger was fully satisfied did he ask them how they
came to be cast away.

"You see, sir," said the oldest boy, "that we and the Multiplication
Class had a holiday to-day, and each class took a boat and determined
to have a race, so as to settle, once for all, which was the highest
branch of arithmetic, multiplication or long division. Our class
rowed so hard that we entirely lost sight of the Multiplicationers,
and found indeed that we were out of sight of every thing; so that,
at last, we did not know which was the way back, and thus we became

"Where is your school?" asked the Captain.

"It is on Apple Island," said the boy; "and, although it is a long
way off for a small boat with only four oars for nine boys, it can't
be very far for a ship."

"That is quite likely," said the Captain, "and we shall take you
home. Baragat, tell the chief mate to have the vessel turned toward
Apple Island, that we may restore these boys to their parents and

Now, the chief mate had not the least idea in the world where Apple
Island was, but he did not like to ask, because that would be
confessing his ignorance; so he steered his vessel toward a point
where he believed he had once seen an island, which, probably, was
the one in question. The "Horn o' Plenty" sailed in this direction
all night, and when day broke, and there was no island in sight, she
took another course; and so sailed this way and that for six or seven
days, without ever seeing a sign of land. All this time, the First
Class in Long Division was as happy as it could be, for it was having
a perfect holiday; fishing off the sides of the vessel, climbing up
the ladders and ropes, and helping the sailors whistle for wind. But
the Captain now began to grow a little impatient, for he felt he was
losing time; so he sent for the chief mate, and said to him mildly
but firmly:

"I know it is out of the line of your duty to search for island
schools, but, if you really think that you do not know where Apple
Island lies, I wish you to say so, frankly and openly."

"Frankly and openly," answered the mate, "I don't think I do."

"Very well," said the Captain. "Now, that is a basis to work upon,
and we know where we stand. You can take a little rest, and let the
second mate find the island. But I can only give him three days in
which to do it. We really have no time to spare."

The second mate was very proud of the responsibility placed upon him,
and immediately ordered the vessel to be steered due south.

"One is just as likely," he said, "to find a totally unknown place by
going straight ahead in a certain direction, as by sailing here,
there, and everywhere. In this way, you really get over more water,
and there is less wear and tear of the ship and rigging."

So he sailed due south for two days, and at the end of that time they
came in sight of land. This was quite a large island, and when they
approached near enough, they saw upon its shores a very handsome

"Is this Apple Island?" said Captain Covajos to the oldest boy.

"Well, sir," answered the youth, "I am not sure I can say with
certainty that I truly believe that it is; but, I think, if we were
to go on shore, the people there would be able to tell us how to go
to Apple Island."

"Very likely," said the good Captain; "and we will go on shore and
make inquiries.--And it has struck me, Baragat," he said, "that
perhaps the merchants in the city where my son lives may be somewhat
annoyed when the 'Horn o' Plenty' comes back with all their goods on
board, and not disposed of. Not understanding my motives, they may be
disposed to think ill of me. Consequently the idea has come into my
head, that it might be a good thing to stop here for a time, and try
to dispose of some of our merchandise. The city seems to be quite
prosperous, and I have no doubt there are a number of merchants

So the "Horn o' Plenty" was soon anchored in the harbor, and as many
of the officers and crew as could be spared went on shore to make
inquiries. Of course the First Class in Long Division was not left
behind; and, indeed, they were ashore as soon as anybody. The Captain
and his companions were cordially welcomed by some of the dignitaries
of the city who had come down to the harbor to see the strange
vessel; but no one could give any information in regard to Apple
Island, the name of which had never been heard on those shores. The
Captain was naturally desirous of knowing at what place he had
landed, and was informed that this was the Island of the Fragile

"That is rather an odd name," said the old Captain. "Why is it so

"The reason is this," said his informant. "Near the centre of the
island stands a tall and very slender palm-tree, which has been
growing there for hundreds of years. It bears large and handsome
fruit which is something like the cocoanut; and, in its perfection,
is said to be a transcendently delicious fruit."

"Said to be!" exclaimed the Captain; "are you not positive about it?"

"No," said the other; "no one living has ever tasted the fruit in its
perfection. When it becomes overripe, it drops to the ground, and,
even then, it is considered royal property, and is taken to the
palace for the King's table. But on fête-days and grand occasions
small bits of it are distributed to the populace."

"Why don't you pick the fruit," asked Captain Covajos, "when it is in
its best condition to eat?"

"It would be impossible," said the citizen, "for any one to climb up
that tree, the trunk of which is so extremely delicate and fragile
that the weight of a man would probably snap it; and, of course, a
ladder placed against it would produce the same result. Many attempts
have been made to secure this fruit at the proper season, but all of
them have failed. Another palm-tree of a more robust sort was once
planted near this one in the hope that when it grew high enough, men
could climb up the stronger tree and get the fruit from the other.
But, although we waited many years the second tree never attained
sufficient height, and it was cut down."

"It is a great pity," said the Captain; "but I suppose it cannot be
helped." And then he began to make inquiries about the merchants in
the place, and what probability there was of his doing a little trade
here. The Captain soon discovered that the cargo of his ship was made
up of goods which were greatly desired by the citizens of this place;
and for several days he was very busy in selling the good things to
eat, the sweet things to smell, the fine things to wear, and the
beautiful things to look at, with which the hold of the "Horn o'
Plenty" was crowded.

During this time the First Class in Long Division roamed, in delight,
over the city. The busy streets, the shops, the handsome buildings,
and the queer sights which they occasionally met, interested and
amused them greatly. But still the boys were not satisfied. They had
heard of the Fragile Palm, and they made up their minds to go and
have a look at it. Therefore, taking a guide, they tramped out into
the country, and in about an hour they came in sight of the beautiful
tree standing in the centre of the plain. The trunk was, indeed,
exceedingly slender, and, as the guide informed them, the wood was of
so very brittle a nature that if the tree had not been protected from
the winds by the high hills which encircled it, it would have been
snapped off ages ago. Under the broad tuft of leaves that formed its
top, the boys saw hanging large clusters of the precious fruit; great
nuts as big as their heads.

"At what time of the year," asked the oldest boy, "is that fruit just
ripe enough to eat?"

"Now," answered the guide. "This is the season when it is in the most
perfect condition. In about a month it will become entirely too ripe
and soft, and will drop. But, even then, the King and all the rest of
us are glad enough to get a taste of it."

"I should think the King would be exceedingly eager to get some of
it, just as it is," said the boy.

"Indeed he is!" replied the guide. "He and his father, and I don't
know how many grandfathers back, have offered large rewards to any
one who would procure them this fruit in its best condition. But
nobody has ever been able to get any yet."

"The reward still holds good, I suppose," said the head boy.

"Oh, yes," answered the guide; "there never was a King who so much
desired to taste the fruit as our present monarch."

The oldest boy looked up at the top of the tree, shut one eye, and
gave his head a little wag. Whereupon every boy in the class looked
up, shut one eye, and slightly wagged his head. After which the
oldest boy said that he thought it was about time for them to go back
to the ship.

As soon as they reached the vessel, and could talk together freely,
the boys had an animated discussion. It was unanimously agreed that
they would make an attempt to get some of the precious fruit from the
Fragile Palm, and the only difference of opinion among them was as to
how it should be done. Most of them were in favor of some method of
climbing the tree and trusting to its not breaking. But this the
oldest boy would not listen to; the trunk might snap, and then
somebody would be hurt, and he felt, in a measure, responsible for
the rest of the class. At length a good plan was proposed by a boy
who had studied mechanics.

"What we ought to do with that tree," said he, "is to put a hinge
into her. Then we could let her down gently, pick off the fruit, and
set her up again.

"But how are you going to do it?" asked the others.

"This is the way," said the boy who had studied mechanics. "You take
a saw, and then, about two feet from the ground, you begin and saw
down diagonally, for a foot and a half, to the centre of the trunk.
Then you go on the other side, and saw down in the same way, the two
outs meeting each other. Now you have the upper part of the trunk
ending in a wedge, which fits into a cleft in the lower part of the
trunk. Then, about nine inches below the place where you first began
to saw, you bore a hole straight through both sides of the cleft and
the wedge between them. Then you put an iron bolt through this hole,
and you have your tree on a hinge, only she wont be apt to move
because she fits in so snug and tight. Then you get a long rope, and
put one end in a slipknot loosely around the trunk. Then you get a
lot of poles, and tie them end to end, and push this slip-knot up
until it is somewhere near the top, when you pull it tight. Then you
take another rope with a slip-knot, and push this a little more than
half-way up the trunk. By having two ropes, that way, you prevent too
much strain coming on any one part of the trunk. Then, after that,
you take a mallet and chisel and round off the lower corners of the
wedge, so that it will turn easily in the cleft. Then we take hold of
the ropes, let her down gently, pick off the fruit, and haul her up
again. That will all be easy enough."

This plan delighted the boys, and they all pronounced in its favor;
but the oldest one suggested that it would be better to fasten the
ropes to the trunk before they began to saw upon it, and another boy
asked how they were going to keep the tree standing when they hauled
her up again.

"Oh, that is easy," said the one who had studied mechanics; "you just
bore another hole about six inches above the first one, and put in
another bolt. Then, of course, she can't move."

This settled all the difficulties, and it was agreed to start out
early the next morning, gather the fruit, and claim the reward the
King had offered. They accordingly went to the Captain and asked him
for a sharp saw, a mallet and chisel, an auger, two iron bolts, and
two very long ropes. These, having been cheerfully given to them,
were put away in readiness for the work to be attempted.

Very early on the next morning, the First Class in Long Division set
out for the Fragile Palm, carrying their tools and ropes. Few people
were awake as they passed through the city, and, without being
observed, they reached the little plain on which the tree stood. The
ropes were attached at the proper places, the tree was sawn,
diagonally, according to the plan; the bolt was put in, and the
corners of the wedge were rounded off. Then the eldest boy produced a
pound of butter, whereupon his comrades, who had seized the ropes,
paused in surprise and asked him why he had brought the butter.

"I thought it well," was the reply, "to bring along some butter,
because, when the tree is down, we can grease the hinge, and then it
will not be so hard to pull it up again."

When all was ready, eight of the boys took hold of the long ropes,
while another one with a pole pushed against the trunk of the Fragile
Palm. When it began to lean over a little, he dropped his pole and
ran to help the others with the ropes. Slowly the tree moved on its
hinge, descending at first very gradually; but it soon began to move
with greater rapidity, although the boys held it back with all their
strength; and, in spite of their most desperate efforts, the top came
to the ground at last with a great thump. And then they all dropped
their ropes, and ran for the fruit. Fortunately the great nuts
incased in their strong husks were not in the least injured, and the
boys soon pulled them off, about forty in all. Some of the boys were
in favor of cracking open a few of the nuts and eating them, but this
the eldest boy positively forbade.

"This fruit," he said, "is looked upon as almost sacred, and if we
were to eat any of it, it is probable that we should be put to death,
which would be extremely awkward for fellows who have gone to all the
trouble we have had. We must set up the tree and carry the fruit to
the King."

According to this advice, they thoroughly greased the hinge in the
tree with the butter, and then set themselves to work to haul up the
trunk. This, however, was much more difficult than letting it down;
and they had to lift up the head of it, and prop it up on poles,
before they could pull upon it with advantage. The tree, although
tall, was indeed a very slender one, with a small top, and, if it had
been as fragile as it was supposed to be, the boys' efforts would
surely have broken it. At last, after much tugging and warm work,
they pulled it into an upright position, and put in the second bolt.
They left the ropes on the tree because, as some of them had
suggested, the people might want to let the tree down again the next
year. It would have been difficult for the boys to carry in their
arms the great pile of fruit they had gathered; but, having noticed a
basket-maker's cottage on their way to the tree, two of them were
sent to buy one of his largest baskets or hampers. This was attached
to two long poles, and, having been filled with the nuts, the boys
took the poles on their shoulders, and marched into the city.

On their way to the palace they attracted a great crowd, and when
they were ushered into the presence of the King, his surprise and
delight knew no bounds. At first he could scarcely believe his eyes;
but he had seen the fruit so often that there could be no mistake
about it.

"I shall not ask you," he said to the boys, "how you procured this
fruit, and thus accomplished a deed which has been the object of the
ambition of myself and my forefathers. All I ask is, did you leave
the tree standing?"

"We did," said the boys.

"Then all that remains to be done," said His Majesty, "is to give you
the reward you have so nobly earned. Treasurer, measure out to each
of them a quart of gold coin. And pray be quick about it, for I am
wild with desire to have a table spread, and one of these nuts
cracked, that I may taste of its luscious contents."

The boys, however, appeared a little dissatisfied. Huddling together,
they consulted in a low tone, and then the eldest boy addressed the

"May it please your Majesty," he said; "we should very much prefer to
have you give each of us one of those nuts instead of a quart of

The King looked grave. "This is a much greater reward," he said,
"than I had ever expected to pay; but, since you ask it, you must
have it. You have done something which none of my subjects has ever
been able to accomplish, and it is right, therefore, that you should
be fully satisfied."

So he gave them each a nut, with which they departed in triumph to
the ship.

By the afternoon of the next day, the Captain had sold all his cargo
at very good prices; and when the money was safely stored away in the
"Horn o' Plenty," he made ready to sail, for he declared he had
really no time to spare. "I must now make all possible haste," he
said to old Baragat, "to find Apple Island, put these boys ashore,
and then speed away to the city where lives my son. We must not fail
to get there in time to spend last Christmas over again."

On the second day, after the "Horn o' Plenty" had left the Island of
the Fragile Palm, one of the sailors who happened to be aloft noticed
a low, black, and exceedingly unpleasant-looking vessel rapidly
approaching. This soon proved to be the ship of a band of corsairs,
who, having heard of the large amount of money on the "Horn o'
Plenty," had determined to pursue her and capture the rich prize. All
sails were set upon the "Horn o' Plenty," but it soon became plain
that she could never outsail the corsair vessel.

"What our ship can do better than any thing else," said Baragat to
the Captain, "is to stop short. Stop her short, and let the other one
go by."

This manoeuvre was executed, but, although the corsair passed rapidly
by, not being able to stop so suddenly, it soon turned around and
came back, its decks swarming with savage men armed to the teeth.

"They are going to board us," cried Baragat. "They are getting out
their grappling-irons, and they will fasten the two ships together."

"Let all assemble on the quarter-deck," said the Captain. "It is
higher there, and we shall not be so much exposed to accidents."

The corsair ship soon ran alongside the "Horn o' Plenty," and in a
moment the two vessels were fastened together; and then the corsairs,
every man of them, each with cutlass in hand and a belt full of dirks
and knives, swarmed up the side of the "Horn o' Plenty," and sprang
upon its central deck. Some of the ferocious fellows, seeing the
officers and crew all huddled together upon the quarter-deck, made a
movement in that direction. This so frightened the chief mate that he
sprang down upon the deck of the corsair ship. A panic now arose, and
he was immediately followed by the officers and crew. The boys, of
course, were not to be left behind; and the Captain and Baragat felt
themselves bound not to desert the crew, and so they jumped also.
None of the corsairs interfered with this proceeding, for each one of
them was anxious to find the money at once. When the passengers and
crew of the "Horn o' Plenty" were all on board the corsair ship,
Baragat came to the Captain, and said:

"If I were you, sir, I'd cast off those grapnels, and separate the
vessels. If we don't do that those rascals, when they have finished
robbing our money-chests, will come back here and murder us all."

"That is a good idea," said Captain Covajos; and he told the chief
mate to give orders to cast off the grapnels, push the two vessels
apart, and set some of the sails.

When this had been done, the corsair vessel began to move away from
the other, and was soon many lengths distant from her. When the
corsairs came on deck and perceived what had happened, they were
infuriated, and immediately began to pursue their own vessel with the
one they had captured. But the "Horn o' Plenty" could not, by any
possibility, sail as fast as the corsair ship, and the latter easily
kept away from her.

"Now, then," said Baragat to the Captain, "what you have to do is
easy enough. Sail straight for our port and those sea-robbers will
follow you; for, of course, they will wish to get their own vessel
back again, and will hope, by some carelessness on our part, to
overtake us. In the mean time the money will be safe enough, for they
will have no opportunity of spending it; and when we come to port, we
can take some soldiers on board, and go back and capture those
fellows. They can never sail away from us on the 'Horn o' Plenty.'"

"That is an admirable plan," said the Captain, "and I shall carry it
out; but I cannot sail to port immediately. I must first find Apple
Island and land these boys, whose parents and guardians are probably
growing very uneasy. I suppose the corsairs will continue to follow
us wherever we go."

"I hope so," said Baragat; "at any rate we shall see."

The First Class in Long Division was very much delighted with the
change of vessels, and the boys rambled everywhere, and examined with
great interest all that belonged to the corsairs. They felt quite
easy about the only treasures they possessed, because, when they had
first seen the piratical vessel approaching, they had taken the
precious nuts which had been given to them by the King, and had
hidden them at the bottom of some large boxes, in which the Captain
kept the sailors' winter clothes.

"In this warm climate," said the eldest boy, "the robbers will never
meddle with those winter clothes, and our precious fruit will be
perfectly safe."

"If you had taken my advice," said one of the other boys, "we should
have eaten some of the nuts. Those, at least, we should have been
sure of."

"And we should have had that many less to show to the other classes,"
said the eldest boy. "Nuts like these, I am told, if picked at the
proper season, will keep for a long time."

For some days the corsairs on board the "Horn o' Plenty" followed
their own vessel, but then they seemed to despair of ever being able
to overtake it, and steered in another direction. This threatened to
ruin all the plans of Captain Covajos, and his mind became troubled.
Then the boy who had studied mechanics came forward and said to the

"I'll tell you what I'd do, sir, if I were you; I'd follow your old
ship, and when night came on I'd sail up quite near to her, and let
some of your sailors swim quietly over, and fasten a cable to her,
and then you could tow her after you wherever you wished to go."

"But they might unfasten the cable, or cut it," said Baragat, who was
standing by.

"That could easily be prevented," said the boy. "At their end of the
cable must be a stout chain which they cannot cut, and it must be
fastened so far beneath the surface of the water that they will not
be able to reach it to unfasten it."

"A most excellent plan," said Captain Covajos; "let it be carried

As soon as it became quite dark, the corsair vessel quietly
approached the other, and two stout sailors from Finland, who swam
very well, were ordered to swim over and attach the chain-end of a
long cable to the "Horn o' Plenty." It was a very difficult
operation, for the chain was heavy, but the men succeeded at last,
and returned to report.

"We put the chain on, fast and strong sir," they said to the Captain;
"and six feet under water. But the only place we could find to make
it fast to was the bottom of the rudder."

"That will do very well," remarked Baragat; "for the 'Horn o' Plenty'
sails better backward than forward, and will not be so hard to tow."

For week after week, and month after month, Captain Covajos, in the
corsair vessel, sailed here and there in search of Apple Island,
always towing after him the "Horn o' Plenty," with the corsairs on
board, but never an island with a school on it could they find; and
one day old Baragat came to the Captain and said:

"If I were you, sir, I'd sail no more in these warm regions. I am
quite sure that apples grow in colder latitudes, and are never found
so far south as this."

"That is a good idea," said Captain Covajos. "We should sail for the
north if we wished to find an island of apples. Have the vessel
turned northward."

And so, for days and weeks, the two vessels slowly moved on to the
north. One day the Captain made some observations and calculations,
and then he hastily summoned Baragat.

"Do you know," said he, "that I find it is now near the end of
November, and I am quite certain that we shall not get to the port
where my son lives in time to celebrate last Christmas again. It is
dreadfully slow work, towing after us the 'Horn o' Plenty,' full of
corsairs, wherever we go. But we cannot cast her off and sail
straight for our port, for I should lose my good ship, the merchants
would lose all their money, and the corsairs would go unpunished;
and, besides all that, think of the misery of the parents and
guardians of those poor boys. No; I must endeavor to find Apple
Island. And if I cannot reach port in time to spend last Christmas
with my son, I shall certainly get there in season for Christmas
before last. It is true that I spent that Christmas with my daughter,
but I cannot go on to her now. I am much nearer the city where my son
lives; and, besides, it is necessary to go back, and give the
merchants their money. So now we shall have plenty of time, and need
not feel hurried."

"No," said Baragat, heaving a vast sigh, "we need not feel hurried."

The mind of the eldest boy now became very much troubled, and he
called his companions about him. "I don't like at all," said he,
"this sailing to the north. It is now November, and, although it is
warm enough at this season in the southern part of the sea, it will
become colder and colder as we go on. The consequence of this will be
that those corsairs will want winter clothes, they will take them out
of the Captain's chests, and they will find our fruit."

The boys groaned. "That is true," said one of them; "but still we
wish to go back to our island."

"Of course," said the eldest boy, "it is quite proper that we should
return to Long Division. But think of the hard work we did to get
that fruit, and think of the quarts of gold we gave up for it! It
would be too bad to lose it now!"

It was unanimously agreed that it would be too bad to lose the fruit,
and it was also unanimously agreed that they wished to go back to
Apple Island. But what to do about it, they did not know.

Day by day the weather grew colder and colder, and the boys became
more and more excited and distressed for fear they should lose their
precious fruit. The eldest boy lay awake for several nights, and then
a plan came into his head. He went to Captain Covajos and proposed
that he should send a flag of truce over to the corsairs, offering to
exchange winter clothing. He would send over to them the heavy
garments they had left on their own vessel, and in return would take
the boxes of clothes intended for the winter wear of his sailors. In
this way, they would get their fruit back without the corsairs
knowing any thing about it. The Captain considered this an excellent
plan, and ordered the chief mate to take a boat and a flag of truce,
and go over to the "Horn o' Plenty," and make the proposition. The
eldest boy and two of the others insisted on going also, in order
that there might be no mistake about the boxes. But when the
flag-of-truce party reached the "Horn o' Plenty" they found not a
corsair there! Every man of them had gone. They had taken with them
all the money-chests, but to the great delight of the boys, the boxes
of winter clothes had not been disturbed; and in them still nestled,
safe and sound, the precious nuts of the Fragile Palm.

When the matter had been thoroughly looked into, it became quite
evident what the corsairs had done. There had been only one boat on
board the "Horn o' Plenty," and that was the one on which the First
Class in Long Division had arrived. The night before, the two vessels
had passed within a mile or so of a large island, which the Captain
had approached in the hope it was the one they were looking for, and
they passed it so slowly that the corsairs had time to ferry
themselves over, a few at a time, in the little boat, taking with
them the money,--and all without discovery.

Captain Covajos was greatly depressed when he heard of the loss of
all the money.

"I shall have a sad tale to tell my merchants," he said, "and
Christmas before last will not be celebrated so joyously as it was
the first time. But we cannot help what has happened, and we all must
endeavor to bear our losses with patience. We shall continue our
search for Apple Island, but I shall go on board my own ship, for I
have greatly missed my carpeted quarter-deck and my other comforts.
The chief mate, however, and a majority of the crew shall remain on
board the corsair vessel, and continue to tow us. The 'Horn o'
Plenty' sails better stern foremost, and we shall go faster that

The boys were overjoyed at recovering their fruit, and most of them
were in favor of cracking two or three of the great nuts, and eating
their contents in honor of the occasion, but the eldest boy dissuaded

"The good Captain," he said, "has been very kind in endeavoring to
take us back to our school, and still intends to keep up the search
for dear old Apple Island. The least we can do for him is to give him
this fruit, which is all we have, and let him do what he pleases with
it. This is the only way in which we can show our gratitude to him."

The boys turned their backs on one another, and each of them gave his
eyes a little rub, but they all agreed to give the fruit to the

When the good old man received his present, he was much affected. "I
will accept what you offer me," he said; "for if I did not, I know
your feelings would be wounded. But you must keep one of the nuts for
yourselves. And, more than that, if we do not find Apple Island in
the course of the coming year, I invite you all to spend Christmas
before last over again, with me at my son's house."

All that winter, the two ships sailed up and down, and here and
there, but never could they find Apple Island. When Christmas-time
came, old Baragat went around among the boys and the crew, and told
them it would be well not to say a word on the subject to the
Captain, for his feelings were very tender in regard to spending
Christmas away from his families, and the thing had never happened
before. So nobody made any allusion to the holidays, and they passed
over as if they had been ordinary days.

During the spring, and all through the summer, the two ships kept up
the unavailing search, but when the autumn began, Captain Covajos
said to old Baragat: "I am very sorry, but I feel that I can no
longer look for Apple Island. I must go back and spend Christmas
before last over again, with my dearest son; and if these poor boys
never return to their homes, I am sure they cannot say it was any
fault of mine."

"No, sir," said Baragat, "I think you have done all that could be
expected of you."

So the ships sailed to the city on the west side of the sea; and the
Captain was received with great joy by his son, and his
grandchildren. He went to the merchants, and told them how he had
lost all their money. He hoped they would be able to bear their
misfortune with fortitude, and begged, as he could do nothing else
for them, that they would accept the eight great nuts from the
Fragile Palm that the boys had given him. To his surprise the
merchants became wild with delight when they received the nuts. The
money they had lost was as nothing, they said, compared to the value
of this incomparable and precious fruit, picked in its prime, and
still in a perfect condition.

It had been many, many generations since this rare fruit, the value
of which was like unto that of diamonds and pearls, had been for sale
in any market in the world; and kings and queens in many countries
were ready to give for it almost any price that might be asked.

When the good old Captain heard this he was greatly rejoiced, and, as
the holidays were now near, he insisted that the boys should spend
Christmas before last over again, at his son's house. He found that a
good many people here knew where Apple Island was, and he made
arrangements for the First Class in Long Division to return to that
island in a vessel which was to sail about the first of the year.

The boys still possessed the great nut which the Captain had insisted
they should keep for themselves, and he now told them that if they
chose to sell it, they would each have a nice little fortune to take
back with them. The eldest boy consulted the others, and then he said
to the Captain:

"Our class has gone through a good many hardships, and has had a lot
of trouble with that palm-tree and other things, and we think we
ought to be rewarded. So, if it is all the same to you, I think we
will crack the nut on Christmas Day and we all will eat it."

"I never imagined," cried Captain Covajos, as he sat, on that
Christmas Day, surrounded by his son's family and the First Class in
Long Division, the eyes of the whole party sparkling with ecstasy as
they tasted the peerless fruit of the Fragile Palm, "that Christmas
before last could be so joyfully celebrated over again."


       *       *       *       *       *

In the spring of a certain year, long since passed away, Prince
Hassak, of Itoby, determined to visit his uncle, the King of Yan.

"Whenever my uncle visited us," said the Prince, "or when my late
father went to see him, the journey was always made by sea; and, in
order to do this, it was necessary to go in a very roundabout way
between Itoby and Yan. Now, I shall do nothing of this kind. It is
beneath the dignity of a prince to go out of his way on account of
capes, peninsulas, and promontories. I shall march from my palace to
that of my uncle in a straight line. I shall go across the country,
and no obstacle shall cause me to deviate from my course. Mountains
and hills shall be tunnelled, rivers shall be bridged, houses shall
be levelled; a road shall be cut through forests; and, when I have
finished my march, the course over which I have passed shall be a
mathematically straight line. Thus will I show to the world that,
when a prince desires to travel, it is not necessary for him to go
out of his way on account of obstacles."

As soon as possible after the Prince had determined upon this march,
he made his preparations, and set out. He took with him a
few courtiers, and a large body of miners, rock-splitters,
bridge-builders, and workmen of that class, whose services would,
very probably, be needed. Besides these, he had an officer whose duty
it was to point out the direct course to be taken, and another who
was to draw a map of the march, showing the towns, mountains, and the
various places it passed through. There were no compasses in those
days, but the course-marker had an instrument which he would set in a
proper direction by means of the stars, and then he could march by it
all day. Besides these persons, Prince Hassak selected from the
schools of his city five boys and five girls, and took them with him.
He wished to show them how, when a thing was to be done, the best way
was to go straight ahead and do it, turning aside for nothing.

"When they grow up they will teach these things to their children,"
said he; "and thus I shall instil good principles into my people."

The first day Prince Hassak and his party marched over a level
country, with no further trouble than that occasioned by the tearing
down of fences and walls, and the destruction of a few cottages and
barns. After encamping for the night, they set out the next morning,
but had not marched many miles before they came to a rocky hill, on
the top of which was a handsome house, inhabited by a Jolly-cum-pop.

"Your Highness," said the course-marker, "in order to go in a direct
line we must make a tunnel through this hill, immediately under the
house. This may cause the building to fall in, but the rubbish can be
easily removed."

"Let the men go to work," said the Prince. "I will dismount from my
horse, and watch the proceedings."

When the Jolly-cum-pop saw the party halt before his house, he
hurried out to pay his respects to the Prince. When he was informed
of what was to be done, the Jolly-cum-pop could not refrain from
laughing aloud.

"I never heard," he said, "of such a capital idea. It is so odd and
original. It will be very funny, I am sure, to see a tunnel cut right
under my house."

The miners and rock-splitters now began to work at the base of the
hill, and then the Jolly-cum-pop made a proposition to the Prince.

"It will take your men some time," he said, "to cut this tunnel, and
it is a pity your Highness should not be amused in the meanwhile. It
is a fine day: suppose we go into the forest and hunt."

This suited the Prince very well, for he did not care about sitting
under a tree and watching his workmen, and the Jolly-cum-pop having
sent for his horse and some bows and arrows, the whole party, with
the exception of the laborers, rode toward the forest, a short
distance away.

"What shall we find to hunt?" asked the Prince of the Jolly-cum-pop.

"I really do not know," exclaimed the latter, "but we'll hunt
whatever we happen to see--deer, small birds, rabbits, griffins,
rhinoceroses, any thing that comes along. I feel as gay as a skipping
grasshopper. My spirits rise like a soaring bird. What a joyful thing
it is to have such a hunt on such a glorious day!"

The gay and happy spirits of the Jolly-cum-pop affected the whole
party, and they rode merrily through the forest; but they found no
game; and, after an hour or two, they emerged into the open country
again. At a distance, on a slight elevation, stood a large and
massive building.

"I am hungry and thirsty," said the Prince, "and perhaps we can get
some refreshments at yonder house. So far, this has not been a very
fine hunt."

"No," cried the Jolly-cum-pop, "not yet. But what a joyful thing to
see a hospitable mansion just at the moment when we begin to feel a
little tired and hungry!"

The building they were approaching belonged to a Potentate, who lived
at a great distance. In some of his travels he had seen this massive
house, and thought it would make a good prison. He accordingly bought
it, fitted it up as a jail, and appointed a jailer and three
myrmidons to take charge of it. This had occurred years before, but
no prisoners had ever been sent to this jail. A few days preceding
the Jolly-cum-pop's hunt, the Potentate had journeyed this way and
had stopped at his jail. After inquiring into its condition, he had
said to the jailer:

"It is now fourteen years since I appointed you to this place, and in
all that time there have been no prisoners, and you and your men have
been drawing your wages without doing any thing. I shall return this
way in a few days, and if I still find you idle I shall discharge you
all and close the jail."

This filled the jailer with great dismay, for he did not wish to lose
his good situation. When he saw the Prince and his party approaching,
the thought struck him that perhaps he might make prisoners of them,
and so not be found idle when the Potentate returned. He came out to
meet the hunters, and when they asked if they could here find
refreshment, he gave them a most cordial welcome. His men took their
horses, and, inviting them to enter, he showed each member of the
party into a small bedroom, of which there seemed to be a great many.

"Here are water and towels," he said to each one, "and when you have
washed your face and hands, your refreshments will be ready." Then,
going out, he locked the door on the outside.

The party numbered seventeen: the Prince, three courtiers, five boys,
five girls, the course-marker, the map-maker, and the Jolly-cum-pop.
The heart of the jailer was joyful; seventeen inmates was something
to be proud of. He ordered his myrmidons to give the prisoners a meal
of bread and water through the holes in their cell-doors, and then he
sat down to make out his report to the Potentate.

"They must all be guilty of crimes," he said to himself, "which are
punished by long imprisonment. I don't want any of them executed."

So he numbered his prisoners from one to seventeen, according to the
cell each happened to be in, and he wrote a crime opposite each
number. The first was highway robbery, the next forgery, and after
that followed treason, smuggling, barn-burning, bribery, poaching,
usury, piracy, witchcraft, assault and battery, using false weights
and measures, burglary, counterfeiting, robbing hen-roosts,
conspiracy, and poisoning his grandmother by proxy.

This report was scarcely finished when the Potentate returned. He was
very much surprised to find that seventeen prisoners had come in
since his previous visit, and he read the report with interest.

"Here is one who ought to be executed," he said, referring to Number
Seventeen. "And how did he poison his grandmother by proxy? Did he
get another woman to be poisoned in her stead? Or did he employ some
one to act in his place as the poisoner?"

"I have not yet been fully informed, my lord," said the jailer,
fearful that he should lose a prisoner; "but this is his first
offence, and his grandmother, who did not die, has testified to his
general good character."

"Very well," said the Potentate; "but if he ever does it again, let
him be executed; and, by the way, I should like to see the

Thereupon the jailer conducted the Potentate along the corridors, and
let him look through the holes in the doors at the prisoners within.

"What is this little girl in for?" he asked.

The jailer looked at the number over the door, and then at his

"Piracy," he answered.

"A strange offence for such a child," said the Potentate.

"They often begin that sort of thing very early in life," said the

"And this fine gentleman," said the Potentate, looking in at the
Prince, "what did he do?"

The jailer glanced at the number, and the report.

"Robbed hen-roosts," he said.

"He must have done a good deal of it to afford to dress so well,"
said the Potentate, passing on, and looking into other cells. "It
seems to me that many of your prisoners are very young."

"It is best to take them young, my lord," said the jailer. "They are
very hard to catch when they grow up."

The Potentate then looked in at the Jolly-cum-pop, and asked what was
his offence.

"Conspiracy," was the answer.

"And where are the other conspirators?"

"There was only one," said the jailer.

Number Seventeen was the oldest of the courtiers.

"He appears to be an elderly man to have a grandmother," said the
Potentate. "She must be very aged, and that makes it all the worse
for him. I think he should be executed."

"Oh, no, my lord," cried the jailor. "I am assured that his crime was
quite unintentional."

"Then he should be set free," said the Potentate.

"I mean to say," said the jailer, "that it was just enough
intentional to cause him to be imprisoned here for a long time, but
not enough to deserve execution."

"Very well," said the Potentate, turning to leave; "take good care of
your prisoners, and send me a report every month."

"That will I do, my lord," said the jailer, bowing very low.

The Prince and his party had been very much surprised and incensed
when they found that they could not get out of their rooms, and they
had kicked and banged and shouted until they were tired, but the
jailer had informed them that they were to be confined there for
years; and when the Potentate arrived they had resigned themselves to
despair. The Jolly-cum-pop, however, was affected in a different way.
It seemed to him the most amusing joke in the world that a person
should deliberately walk into a prison-cell and be locked up for
several years; and he lay down on his little bed and laughed himself
to sleep.

That night one of the boys sat at his iron-barred window, wide awake.
He was a Truant, and had never yet been in any place from which he
could not run away. He felt that his school-fellows depended upon him
to run away and bring them assistance, and he knew that his
reputation as a Truant was at stake. His responsibility was so heavy
that he could not sleep, and he sat at the window, trying to think of
a way to get out. After some hours the moon arose, and by its light
he saw upon the grass, not far from his window, a number of little
creatures, which at first he took for birds or small squirrels; but
on looking more attentively he perceived that they were pigwidgeons.
They were standing around a flat stone, and seemed to be making
calculations on it with a piece of chalk. At this sight, the heart of
the Truant jumped for joy. "Pigwidgeons can do any thing," he said to
himself, "and these certainly can get us out." He now tried in
various ways to attract the attention of the pigwidgeons; but as he
was afraid to call or whistle very loud, for fear of arousing the
jailor, he did not succeed. Happily, he thought of a pea-shooter
which he had in his pocket, and taking this out he blew a pea into
the midst of the little group with such force that it knocked the
chalk from the hand of the pigwidgeon who was using it. The little
fellows looked up in astonishment, and perceived the Truant beckoning
to them from his window. At first they stood angrily regarding him;
but on his urging them in a loud whisper to come to his relief, they
approached the prison and, clambering up a vine, soon reached his
window-sill. The Truant now told his mournful tale, to which the
pigwidgeons listened very attentively; and then, after a little
consultation among themselves, one of them said: "We will get you out
if you will tell us how to divide five-sevenths by six."

The poor Truant was silent for an instant, and then he said: "That is
not the kind of thing I am good at, but I expect some of the other
fellows could tell you easily enough. Our windows must be all in a
row, and you can climb up and ask some of them; and if any one tells
you, will you get us all out?"

"Yes," said the pigwidgeon who had spoken before. "We will do that,
for we are very anxious to know how to divide five-sevenths by six.
We have been working at it for four or five days, and there won't be
any thing worth dividing if we wait much longer."

The pigwidgeons now began to descend the vine; but one of them
lingering a little, the Truant, who had a great deal of curiosity,
asked him what it was they had to divide.

"There were eight of us," the pigwidgeon answered, "who helped a
farmer's wife, and she gave us a pound of butter. She did not count
us properly, and divided the butter into seven parts. We did not
notice this at first, and two of the party, who were obliged to go
away to a distance, took their portions and departed, and now we can
not divide among six the five-sevenths that remain."

"That is a pretty hard thing," said the Truant, "but I am sure some
of the boys can tell you how to do it."

The pigwidgeons visited the next four cells, which were occupied by
four boys, but not one of them could tell how to divide five-sevenths
by six. The Prince was questioned, but he did not know; and neither
did the course-marker, nor the map-maker. It was not until they came
to the cell of the oldest girl that they received an answer. She was
good at mental arithmetic; and, after a minute's thought, she said,
"It would be five forty-seconds."

"Good!" cried the pigwidgeons. "We will divide the butter into
forty-two parts, and each take five. And now let us go to work and
cut these bars."

Three of the six pigwidgeons were workers in iron, and they had their
little files and saws in pouches by their sides. They went to work
manfully, and the others helped them, and before morning one bar was
cut in each of the seventeen windows. The cells were all on the
ground floor, and it was quite easy for the prisoners to clamber out.
That is, it was easy for all but the Jolly-cum-pop. He had laughed so
much in his life that he had grown quite fat, and he found it
impossible to squeeze himself through the opening made by the removal
of one iron bar. The sixteen other prisoners had all departed; the
pigwidgeons had hurried away to divide their butter into forty-two
parts, and the Jolly-cum-pop still remained in his cell, convulsed
with laughter at the idea of being caught in such a curious

"It is the most ridiculous thing in the world," he said. "I suppose I
must stay here and cry until I get thin." And the idea so tickled
him, that he laughed himself to sleep.

The Prince and his party kept together, and hurried from the prison
as fast as they could. When the day broke they had gone several
miles, and then they stopped to rest. "Where is that Jolly-cum-pop?"
said the Prince. "I suppose he has gone home. He is a pretty fellow
to lead us into this trouble and then desert us! How are we to find
the way back to his house? Course-marker, can you tell us the
direction in which we should go?"

"Not until to-night, your Highness," answered the course-marker,
"when I can set my instrument by the stars."

The Prince's party was now in a doleful plight. Every one was very
hungry; they were in an open plain, no house was visible, and they
knew not which way to go. They wandered about for some time, looking
for a brook or a spring where they might quench their thirst; and
then a rabbit sprang out from some bushes. The whole party
immediately started off in pursuit of the rabbit. They chased it
here, there, backward and forward, through hollows and over hills,
until it ran quite away and disappeared. Then they were more tired,
thirsty, and hungry than before; and, to add to their miseries, when
night came on the sky was cloudy, and the course-marker could not set
his instrument by the stars. It would be difficult to find sixteen
more miserable people than the Prince and his companions when they
awoke the next morning from their troubled sleep on the hard ground.
Nearly starved, they gazed at one another with feelings of despair.

"I feel," said the Prince, in a weak voice, "that there is nothing I
would not do to obtain food. I would willingly become a slave if my
master would give me a good breakfast."

"So would I," ejaculated each of the others.

About an hour after this, as they were all sitting disconsolately
upon the ground, they saw, slowly approaching, a large cart drawn by
a pair of oxen. On the front of the cart, which seemed to be heavily
loaded, sat a man, with a red beard, reading a book. The boys, when
they saw the cart, set up a feeble shout, and the man, lifting his
eyes from his book, drove directly toward the group on the ground.
Dismounting, he approached Prince Hassak, who immediately told him
his troubles and implored relief. "We will do any thing," said the
Prince, "to obtain food."

Standing for a minute in a reflective mood, the man with the red
beard addressed the Prince in a slow, meditative manner: "How would
you like," he said, "to form a nucleus?"

"Can we get any thing to eat by it?" eagerly asked the Prince.

"Yes," replied the man, "you can."

"We'll do it!" immediately cried the whole sixteen, without waiting
for further information.

"Which will you do first," said the man, "listen to my explanations,
or eat?"

"Eat!" cried the entire sixteen in chorus.

The man now produced from his cart a quantity of bread, meat, wine,
and other provisions, which he distributed generously, but
judiciously, to the hungry Prince and his followers. Every one had
enough, but no one too much. And soon, revived and strengthened, they
felt like new beings.

"Now," said the Prince, "we are ready to form a nucleus, as we
promised. How is it done?"

"I will explain the matter to you in a few words," said the man with
the red beard. "For a long time I have been desirous to found a city.
In order to do this one must begin by forming a nucleus. Every great
city is started from a nucleus. A few persons settle down in some
particular spot, and live there. Then they are a nucleus. Then other
people come there, and gather around this nucleus, and then more
people come and more, until in course of time there is a great city.
I have loaded this cart with provisions, tools, and other things that
are necessary for my purpose, and have set out to find some people
who would be willing to form a nucleus. I am very glad to have found
you and that you are willing to enter into my plan; and this seems a
good spot for us to settle upon."

"What is the first thing to be done?" said the Prince.

"We must all go to work," said the man with the red beard, "to build
dwellings, and also a school-house for these young people. Then we
must till some ground in the suburbs, and lay the foundations, at
least, of a few public buildings."

"All this will take a good while, will it not?" said the Prince.

"Yes," said the man, "it will take a good while; and the sooner we
set about it, the better."

Thereupon tools were distributed among the party, and Prince,
courtiers, boys, girls, and all went to work to build houses and form
the nucleus of a city.

When the jailer looked into his cells in the morning, and found that
all but one of his prisoners had escaped, he was utterly astounded,
and his face, when the Jolly-cum-pop saw him, made that individual
roar with laughter. The jailer, however, was a man accustomed to deal
with emergencies. "You need not laugh," he said, "every thing shall
go on as before, and I shall take no notice of the absence of your
companions. You are now numbered One to Seventeen inclusive, and you
stand charged with highway robbery, forgery, treason, smuggling,
barn-burning, bribery, poaching, usury, piracy, witchcraft, assault
and battery, using false weights and measures, burglary,
counterfeiting, robbing hen-roosts, conspiracy, and poisoning your
grandmother by proxy. I intended to-day to dress the convicts in
prison garb, and you shall immediately be so clothed."

"I shall require seventeen suits," said the Jolly-cum-pop.

"Yes," said the jailer, "they shall be furnished."

"And seventeen rations a day," said the Jolly-cum-pop.

"Certainly," replied the jailer.

"This is luxury," roared the Jolly-cum-pop. "I shall spend my whole
time in eating and putting on clean clothes."

Seventeen large prison suits were now brought to the Jolly-cum-pop.
He put one on, and hung up the rest in his cell. These suits were
half bright yellow and half bright green, with spots of bright red,
as big as saucers.

The jailer now had doors cut from one cell to another. "If the
Potentate comes here and wants to look at the prisoners," he said to
the Jolly-cum-pop, "you must appear in cell number One, so that he
can look through the hole in the door, and see you; then, as he walks
along the corridor, you must walk through the cells, and whenever he
looks into a cell, you must be there."

"He will think," merrily replied the Jolly-cum-pop, "that all your
prisoners are very fat, and that the little girls have grown up into
big men."

"I will endeavor to explain that," said the jailer.

For several days the Jolly-cum-pop was highly amused at the idea of
his being seventeen criminals, and he would sit first in one cell and
then in another, trying to look like a ferocious pirate, a
hard-hearted usurer, or a mean-spirited chicken thief, and laughing
heartily at his failures. But, after a time, he began to tire of
this, and to have a strong desire to see what sort of a tunnel the
Prince's miners and rock-splitters were making under his house. "I
had hoped," he said to himself, "that I should pine away in
confinement, and so be able to get through the window-bars; but with
nothing to do, and seventeen rations a day, I see no chance of that.
But I must get out of this jail, and, as there seems no other way, I
will revolt." Thereupon he shouted to the jailer through the hole in
the door of his cell: "We have revolted! We have risen in a body, and
have determined to resist your authority, and break jail!"

When the jailer heard this, he was greatly troubled. "Do not proceed
to violence," he said; "let us parley."

"Very well," replied the Jolly-cum-pop, "but you must open the cell
door. We cannot parley through a hole."

The jailer thereupon opened the cell door, and the Jolly-cum-pop,
having wrapped sixteen suits of clothes around his left arm as a
shield, and holding in his right hand the iron bar which had been cut
from his window, stepped boldly into the corridor, and confronted the
jailer and his myrmidons.

"It will be useless for you to resist," he said. "You are but four,
and we are seventeen. If you had been wise you would have made us all
cheating shop-keepers, chicken thieves, or usurers. Then you might
have been able to control us; but when you see before you a desperate
highwayman, a daring smuggler, a blood-thirsty pirate, a wily
poacher, a powerful ruffian, a reckless burglar, a bold conspirator,
and a murderer by proxy, you well may tremble!"

The jailer and his myrmidons looked at each other in dismay.

"We sigh for no blood," continued the Jolly-cum-pop, "and will
readily agree to terms. We will give you your choice: Will you allow
us to honorably surrender, and peacefully disperse to our homes, or
shall we rush upon you in a body, and, after overpowering you by
numbers, set fire to the jail, and escape through the crackling
timbers of the burning pile?"

The jailer reflected for a minute. "It would be better, perhaps," he
said, "that you should surrender and disperse to your homes."

The Jolly-cum-pop agreed to these terms, and the great gate being
opened, he marched out in good order. "Now," said he to himself, "the
thing for me to do is to get home as fast as I can, or that jailer
may change his mind." But, being in a great hurry, he turned the
wrong way, and walked rapidly into a country unknown to him. His walk
was a very merry one. "By this time," he said to himself, "the Prince
and his followers have returned to my house, and are tired of
watching the rock-splitters and miners. How amused they will be when
they see me come back in this gay suit of green and yellow, with red
spots, and with sixteen similar suits upon my arm! How my own dogs
will bark at me! And how my own servants will not know me! It is the
funniest thing I ever knew of!" And his gay laugh echoed far and
wide. But when he had gone several miles without seeing any signs of
his habitation, his gayety abated. "It would have been much better,"
he said, as he sat down to rest under the shade of a tree, "if I had
brought with me sixteen rations instead of these sixteen suits of

The Jolly-cum-pop soon set out again, but he walked a long distance
without seeing any person or any house. Toward the close of the
afternoon he stopped, and, looking back, he saw coming toward him a
large party of foot travellers. In a few moments, he perceived that
the person in advance was the jailer. At this the Jolly-cum-pop could
not restrain his merriment. "How comically it has all turned out!" he
exclaimed. "Here I've taken all this trouble, and tired myself out,
and have nearly starved myself, and the jailer comes now, with a
crowd of people, and takes me back. I might as well have staid where
I was. Ha! ha!"

The jailer now left his party and came running toward the
Jolly-cum-pop. "I pray you, sir," he said, bowing very low, "do not
cast us off."

"Who are you all?" asked the Jolly-cum-pop, looking with much
surprise at the jailer's companions, who were now quite near.

"We are myself, my three myrmidons, and our wives and children. Our
situations were such good ones that we married long ago, and our
families lived in the upper stories of the prison. But when all the
convicts had left we were afraid to remain, for, should the Potentate
again visit the prison, he would be disappointed and enraged at
finding no prisoners, and would, probably, punish us grievously. So
we determined to follow you, and to ask you to let us go with you,
wherever you are going. I wrote a report, which I fastened to the
great gate, and in it I stated that sixteen of the convicts escaped
by the aid of outside confederates, and that seventeen of them
mutinied in a body and broke jail."

"That report," laughed the Jolly-cum-pop, "your Potentate will not
readily understand."

"If I were there," said the jailer, "I could explain it to him; but,
as it is, he must work it out for himself."

"Have you any thing to eat with you?" asked the Jolly-cum-pop.

"Oh, yes," said the jailer, "we brought provisions."

"Well, then, I gladly take you under my protection. Let us have
supper. I have had nothing to eat since morning, and the weight of
sixteen extra suits of clothes does not help to refresh one."

The Jolly-cum-pop and his companions slept that night under some
trees, and started off early the next morning. "If I could only get
myself turned in the proper direction," said he, "I believe we should
soon reach my house."

The Prince, his courtiers, the boys and girls, the course-marker, and
the map-maker worked industriously for several days at the foundation
of their city. They dug the ground, they carried stones, they cut
down trees. This work was very hard for all of them, for they were
not used to it. After a few days' labor, the Prince said to the man
with the red beard, who was reading his book: "I think we have now
formed a nucleus. Any one can see that this is intended to be a

"No," said the man with the red beard, "nothing is truly a nucleus
until something is gathered around it. Proceed with your work, while
I continue my studies upon civil government."

Toward the close of that day the red-bearded man raised his eyes from
his book and beheld the Jolly-cum-pop and his party approaching.
"Hurrah!" he cried, "we are already attracting settlers!" And he went
forth to meet them.

When the prince and the courtiers saw the Jolly-cum-pop in his bright
and variegated dress, they did not know him; but the boys and girls
soon recognized his jovial face, and, tired as they were, they set up
a hearty laugh, in which they were loudly joined by their merry
friend. While the Jolly-cum-pop was listening to the adventures of
the Prince and his companions, and telling what had happened to
himself, the man with the red beard was talking to the jailer and his
party, and urging them to gather around the nucleus which had been
here formed, and help to build a city.

"Nothing will suit us better," exclaimed the jailer, "and the sooner
we build a town wall so as to keep off the Potentate, if he should
come this way, the better shall we be satisfied."

The next morning, the Prince said to the red-bearded man: "Others
have gathered around us. We have formed a nucleus, and thus have done
all that we promised to do. We shall now depart."

The man objected strongly to this, but the Prince paid no attention
to his words. "What troubles me most," he said to the Jolly-cum-pop,
"is the disgraceful condition of our clothes. They have been so torn
and soiled during our unaccustomed work that they are not fit to be

"As for that," said the Jolly-cum-pop, "I have sixteen suits with me,
in which you can all dress, if you like. They are of unusual
patterns, but they are new and clean."

"It is better," said the Prince, "for persons in my station to appear
inordinately gay than to be seen in rags and dirt. We will accept
your clothes."

Thereupon, the Prince and each of the others put on a prison dress of
bright green and yellow, with large red spots. There were some
garments left over, for each boy wore only a pair of trousers with
the waistband tied around his neck, and holes cut for his arms; while
the large jackets, with the sleeves tucked, made very good dresses
for the girls. The Prince and his party, accompanied by the
Jolly-cum-pop, now left the red-bearded man and his new settlers to
continue the building of the city, and set off on their journey. The
course-marker had not been informed the night before that they were
to go away that morning, and consequently did not set his instrument
by the stars.

"As we do not know in which way we should go," said the Prince, "one
way will be as good as another, and if we can find a road let us take
it; it will be easier walking."

In an hour or two they found a road and they took it. After
journeying the greater part of the day, they reached the top of a low
hill, over which the road ran, and saw before them a glittering sea
and the spires and houses of a city.

"It is the city of Yan," said the course-marker.

"That is true," said the Prince; "and as we are so near, we may as
well go there."

The astonishment of the people of Yan, when this party, dressed in
bright green and yellow, with red spots, passed through their
streets, was so great that the Jolly-cum-pop roared with laughter.
This set the boys and girls and all the people laughing, and the
sounds of merriment became so uproarious that when they reached the
palace the King came out to see what was the matter. What he thought
when he saw his nephew in his fantastic guise, accompanied by a party
apparently composed of sixteen other lunatics, cannot now be known;
but, after hearing the Prince's story, he took him into an inner
apartment, and thus addressed him: "My dear Hassak: The next time you
pay me a visit, I beg for your sake and my own, that you will come in
the ordinary way. You have sufficiently shown to the world that, when
a Prince desires to travel, it is often necessary for him to go out
of his way on account of obstacles."

"My dear uncle," replied Hassak, "your words shall not be forgotten."

After a pleasant visit of a few weeks, the Prince and his party (in
new clothes) returned (by sea) to Itoby, whence the Jolly-cum-pop
soon repaired to his home. There he found the miners and
rock-splitters still at work at the tunnel, which had now penetrated
half-way through the hill on which stood his house. "You may go
home," he said, "for the Prince has changed his plans. I will put a
door to this tunnel, and it will make an excellent cellar in which to
keep my wine and provisions."

The day after the Prince's return his map-maker said to him: "Your
Highness, according to your commands I made, each day, a map of your
progress to the city of Yan. Here it is."

The Prince glanced at it and then he cast his eyes upon the floor.
"Leave me," he said. "I would be alone."



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There were never many persons who could correctly bound the Autocracy
of Mutjado. The reason for this was that the boundary line was not
stationary. Whenever the Autocrat felt the need of money, he sent his
tax-gatherers far and wide, and people who up to that time had no
idea of such a thing found that they lived in the territory of
Mutjado. But when times were ordinarily prosperous with him, and
people in the outlying districts needed protection or public works,
the dominion of the Autocrat became very much contracted.

In the course of time, the Autocrat of Mutjado fell into bad health
and sent for his doctor. That learned man prescribed some medicine
for him; and as this did him no good, he ordered another kind. He
continued this method of treatment until the Autocrat had swallowed
the contents of fifteen phials and flasks, some large and some small.
As none of these were of the slightest benefit, the learned doctor
produced another kind of medicine which he highly extolled.

"Take a dose of this twice a day," said he, "and you will soon

"A new medicine?" interrupted the Autocrat, in disgust. "I will have
none of it! These others were bad enough, and rather than start with
a new physic, I prefer to die. Take away your bottles, little and
big, and send me my secretary."

When that officer arrived, the Autocrat informed him that he had
determined to write his will, and that he should set about it at

The Autocrat of Mutjado had no son, and his nearest male relatives
were a third cousin on his father's side, and another third cousin on
his mother's side. Of course these persons were in nowise related to
each other; and as they lived in distant countries, he had never seen
either of them. He had made up his mind to leave his throne and
dominions to one of these persons, but he could not determine which
of them should be his heir.

"One has as good a right as the other," he said to himself, "and I
can't bother my brains settling the matter for them. Let them fight
it out, and whoever conquers shall be Autocrat of Mutjado."

Having arranged the affair in this manner in his will, he signed it,
and soon after died.

The Autocrat's third cousin on his father's side was a young man of
about twenty-five, named Alberdin. He was a good horseman, and
trained in the arts of warfare, and when he was informed of the terms
of his distinguished relative's will, he declared himself perfectly
willing to undertake the combat for the throne. He set out for
Mutjado, where he arrived in a reasonable time.

The third cousin on the mother's side was a very different person. He
was a boy of about twelve years of age; and as his father and mother
had died when he was very young, he had been for nearly all his life
under the charge of an elderly and prudent man, who acted as his
guardian and tutor. These two, also, soon arrived in Mutjado,--the
boy, Phedo, being mounted on a little donkey, which was his almost
constant companion. As soon as they reached the territory of the late
Autocrat, old Salim, the tutor, left the boy at an inn, and went
forward by himself to take a look at the other third cousin. When he
saw Alberdin mounted on his fine horse, and looking so strong and
valiant, his heart was much disturbed.

"I had hoped," he said to himself, "that the other one was a small
boy, but such does not appear to be the case. There is but one way to
have a fair fight between these two. They must not now be allowed to
see each other. If they can be kept apart until my boy grows up, he
will then be able, with the military education which I intend he
shall have, to engage in combat with any man. They must not meet for
at least thirteen years. Phedo will then be twenty-five, and able to
do worthy combat. To be sure, I am somewhat old myself to undertake
to superintend so long a delay, but I must do my best to keep well
and strong, and to attain the greatest possible longevity."

Salim had always been in the habit of giving thirty-two chews to
every mouthful of meat, and a proportionate number of chews to other
articles of food; and had, so far, been very healthy. But he now
determined to increase the number of chews to thirty-six, for it
would be highly necessary for him to live until it was time for the
battle between the third cousins to take place.

Having made up his mind on these points, the old tutor introduced
himself to Alberdin, and told him that he had come to arrange the
terms of combat.

"In the first place," said Alberdin, "I should like to know what sort
of a person my opponent is."

"He is not a cavalryman like you," answered Salim; "he belongs to the
heavy infantry."

At this, Alberdin looked grave. He knew very well that a stout and
resolute man on foot had often the advantage of one who is mounted.
He would have preferred meeting a horseman, and fighting on equal

"Has he had much experience in war?" asked the young man.

"It is not long," answered the tutor, "since he was almost constantly
in arms, winter and summer."

"He must be a practised warrior," thought Alberdin. "I must put
myself in good fighting-trim before I meet him."

After some further conversation on the subject, the old man advised
Alberdin to go into camp on a beautiful plain not far from the base
of a low line of mountains.

"Your opponent," said he, "will intrench himself in the valley on the
other side. With the mountains between you, neither of you need fear
a surprise; and when both are ready, a place of meeting can be

"Now, then," said Salim to himself when this had been settled; "if I
can keep them apart for thirteen years, all may be well."

As soon as possible, Alberdin pitched a tent upon the appointed spot,
and began to take daily warlike exercise in the plain, endeavoring in
every way to put himself and his horse into proper condition for the

On the other side of the mountain, old Salim intrenched himself and
the boy, Phedo. He carefully studied several books on military
engineering, and caused a fortified camp to be constructed on the
most approved principles. It was surrounded by high ramparts, and
outside of these was a moat filled with water. In the centre of the
camp was a neat little house which was well provided with books,
provisions, and every thing necessary for a prolonged stay. When the
drawbridge was up, it would be impossible for Alberdin to get inside
of the camp; and, moreover, the ramparts were so high that he could
not look over them to see what sort of antagonist he was to have. Old
Salim did not tell the boy why he brought him here to live. It would
be better to wait until he was older before informing him of the
battle which had been decreed. He told Phedo that it was necessary
for him to have a military education, which could very well be
obtained in a place like this; and he was also very careful to let
him know that there was a terrible soldier in that part of the
country who might at any time, if it were not for the intrenchments,
pounce down upon him, and cut him to pieces. Every fine day, Phedo
was allowed to take a ride on his donkey outside of the
fortifications, but during this time, the old tutor kept a strict
watch on the mountain; and if a horseman had made his appearance,
little Phedo would have been whisked inside, and the drawbridge would
have been up in a twinkling.

After about two weeks of this life Phedo found it dreadfully stupid
to see no one but his old tutor, and never to go outside of these
great ramparts except for donkey-rides, which were generally very
short. He therefore determined, late one moonlight night, to go out
and take a ramble by himself. He was not afraid of the dreadful
soldier of whom the old man had told him, because at that time of
night this personage would, of course, be in bed and asleep.
Considering these things, he quietly dressed himself, took down a
great key from over his sleeping tutor's head, opened the heavy gate,
let down the drawbridge, mounted upon his donkey, and rode forth upon
the moonlit plain.

That night-ride was a very delightful one, and for a long time the
boy and the donkey rambled and ran; first going this way and then
that, they gradually climbed the mountain; and, reaching the brow,
they trotted about for a while, and then went down the other side.
The boy had been so twisted and turned in his course that he did not
notice that he was not descending toward his camp, and the donkey,
whose instinct told it that it was not going the right way, was also
told by its instinct that it did not wish to go the right way, and
that the intrenchments offered it no temptations to return. When the
morning dawned, Phedo perceived that he was really lost, and he began
to be afraid that he might meet the terrible soldier. But, after a
time, he saw riding toward him a very pleasant-looking young man on a
handsome horse, and he immediately took courage.

"Now," said he to himself, "I am no longer in danger. If that
horrible cut-throat should appear, this good gentleman will protect

Alberdin had not seen any one for a long time, and he was very glad
to meet with so nice a little boy. When Phedo told him that he was
lost, he invited him to come to his tent, near by, and have
breakfast. While they were eating their meal, Alberdin asked the boy
if in the course of his rambles he had met with a heavy infantry
soldier, probably armed to the teeth, and very large and strong.

"Oh, I've heard of that dreadful man!" cried Phedo, "and I am very
glad that I did not meet him. If he comes, I hope you'll protect me
from him."

"I will do that," said Alberdin; "but I am afraid I shall not be able
to help you find your way home, for in doing so I should throw myself
off my guard, and might be set upon unexpectedly by this fellow, with
whom I have a regular engagement to fight. There is to be a time
fixed for the combat, for which I feel myself nearly ready, but I
have no doubt that my enemy will be very glad to take me at a
disadvantage if I give him a chance."

Phedo looked about him with an air of content. The tent was large and
well furnished; there seemed to be plenty of good things to eat; the
handsome horseman was certainly a very good-humored and agreeable
gentleman; and, moreover, the tent was not shut in by high and gloomy

"I do not think you need trouble yourself," said he to his host, "to
help me to find my way home. I live with my tutor, and I am sure that
when he knows I am gone he will begin to search for me, and after
awhile he will find me. Until then, I can be very comfortable here."

For several days the two third cousins of the Autocrat lived together
in the tent, and enjoyed each other's society very much. Then
Alberdin began to grow a little impatient.

"If I am to fight this heavy infantry man," he said; "I should like
to do it at once. I am now quite ready, and I think he ought to be. I
expected to hear from him before this time, and I shall start out and
see if I can get any news of his intentions. I don't care about going
over the mountain without giving him notice, but the capital city of
Mutjado is only a day's ride to the west, and there I can cause
inquiries to be made when he would like to meet me, and where."

"I will go with you," said Phedo, greatly delighted at the idea of
visiting the city.

"Yes, I will take you," said Alberdin. "Your tutor don't seem
inclined to come for you, and, of course, I can't leave you here."

The next day, Alberdin on his horse, and Phedo on his donkey, set out
for the city, where they arrived late in the afternoon. After finding
a comfortable lodging, Alberdin sent messengers to the other side of
the mountain, where his opponent was supposed to be encamped, and
gave them power to arrange with him for a meeting. He particularly
urged them to try to see the old man who had come to him at first,
and who had seemed to be a very fair-minded and sensible person. In
two days, however, the messengers returned, stating that they had
found what they supposed to be the intrenched camp of the heavy
infantry man they had been sent in search of, but that it was
entirely deserted, and nobody could be seen anywhere near it.

"It is very likely," said Alberdin, "that he has watched my
manoeuvres and exercises from the top of the mountain, and has
concluded to run away. I shall give him a reasonable time to show
himself, and then, if he does not come forward, I will consider him
beaten, and claim the Autocracy."

"That is a good idea," said Phedo, "but I think, if you can, you
ought to find him and kill him, or drive him out of the country.
That's what I should do, if I were you."

"Of course I shall do that, if I can," said Alberdin; "but I could
not be expected to wait for him forever."

When his intention had been proclaimed, Alberdin was informed of
something which he did not know before, and that was that the late
Autocrat had left an only daughter, a Princess about twenty years
old. But although she was his daughter, she could not inherit his
crown, for the laws of the country forbade that any woman should
become Autocrat. A happy idea now struck Alberdin.

"I will marry the Princess," he said, "and then every one will think
that it is the most suitable thing for me to become Autocrat."

So Alberdin sent to the Princess to ask permission to speak with her,
and was granted an audience. With much courtesy and politeness he
made known his plans to the lady, and hoped that she would consider
it advisable to marry him.

"I am sorry to interfere with any of your arrangements," said the
Princess, "but as soon as I heard the terms of my father's will, I
made up my mind to marry the victor in the contest. As I cannot
inherit the throne myself, the next best thing is to be the wife of
the man who does. Go forth, then, and find your antagonist, and when
you have conquered him, I will marry you."

"And if he conquers me, you will marry him?" said Alberdin.

"Yes, sir," answered the Princess, with a smile, and dismissed him.

It was plain enough that there was nothing for Alberdin to do but to
go and look for the heavy infantry man. Phedo was very anxious to
accompany him, and the two, mounted as before, set out from the city
on their quest.

When old Salim, the tutor of Phedo, awoke in the morning and found
the boy gone, he immediately imagined that the youngster had ran away
to his old home; so he set forth with all possible speed, hoping to
overtake him. But when he reached the distant town where Phedo had
lived, he found that the boy had not been there; and after taking
some needful rest, he retraced his steps, crossed the mountains, and
made his way toward the capital city, hoping to find news of him
there. It was necessary for him to be very careful in his inquiries,
for he wished no one to find out that the little boy he was looking
for was the third cousin of the late Autocrat on the mother's side.
He therefore disguised himself as a migratory medical man, and
determined to use all possible caution. When he reached the camp of
the young horseman, Alberdin, and found that personage gone, his
suspicions became excited.

"If these two have run off together," he said to himself, "my task is
indeed difficult. If the man discovers it is the boy he has to fight,
my poor Phedo will be cut to pieces in a twinkling. I do not believe
there has been any trouble yet, for the boy does not know that he is
to be one of the combatants, and the man would not be likely to
suspect it. Come what may, the fight must not take place for thirteen
years. And in order that I may still better preserve my health and
strength to avert the calamity during that period, I will increase my
number of chews to forty-two to each mouthful of meat."

When old Salim reached the city, he soon found that Alberdin and the
boy had been there, and that they had gone away together.

"Nothing has happened so far," said the old man, with a sigh of
relief; "and things may turn out all right yet. I'll follow them, but
I must first find out what that cavalryman had to say to the
Princess." For he had been told of the interview at the palace.

It was not long before the migratory medical man was brought to the
Princess. There was nothing the matter with her, but she liked to
meet with persons of skill and learning to hear what they had to say.

"Have you any specialty?" she asked of the old man.

"Yes," said he, "I am a germ-doctor."

"What is that?" asked the Princess.

"All diseases," replied the old man, "come from germs; generally very
little ones. My business is to discover these, and find out all about

"Then I suppose," said the Princess, "you know how to cure the

"You must not expect too much," answered the old man. "It ought to be
a great satisfaction to us to know what sort of germ is at the bottom
of our woes."

"I am very well, myself," said the Princess, "and, so far as I know,
none of my household are troubled by germs. But there is something
the matter with my mind which I wish you could relieve." She then
told the old man how she had determined to marry the victor in the
contest for her father's throne, and how she had seen one for the
claimants whom she considered to be a very agreeable and deserving
young man; while the other, she had heard, was a great, strong foot
soldier, who was probably very disagreeable, and even horrid. If this
one should prove the conqueror, she did not know what she should do.
"You see, I am in a great deal of trouble," said she. "Can you do any
thing to help me?"

The pretending migratory medical man looked at her attentively for a
few moments, and then he said:

"The reason why you intend to marry the victor in the coming contest,
is that you wish to remain here in your father's palace, and to
continue to enjoy the comforts and advantages to which you have been

"Yes," said the Princess; "that is it."

"Well, having discovered the germ of your disorder," said the old
man, "the great point is gained. I will see what I can do."

And with a respectful bow he left her presence.

"Well," said old Salim to himself, as he went away, "she can never
marry my boy, for that is certainly out of the question; but now that
I have found out her motive, I think I can arrange matters
satisfactorily, so far as she is concerned. But to settle the affair
between that young man and Phedo is immensely more difficult. The
first thing is to find them."

Having learned the way they had gone, the old tutor travelled
diligently, and in two days came up with Alberdin and Phedo. When he
first caught sight of them, he was very much surprised to see that
they were resting upon the ground quite a long distance apart, with a
little stream between them. Noticing that Alberdin's back was toward
him, he threw off his disguise and hastened to Phedo. The boy
received him with the greatest delight, and, after many embraces,
they sat down to talk. Phedo told the old man all that had happened,
and finished by relating that, as they had that day stopped by this
stream to rest, Alberdin had taken it into his head to inquire into
the parentage of his young companion; and after many questions about
his family, it had been made clear to both of them that they were the
two third cousins who were to fight for the Autocracy of Mutjado.

"He is very angry," said the boy, "at the tricks that have been
played upon him, and went off and left me. Is it true that I am to
fight him? I don't want to do it, for I like him very much."

"It will be a long time before you are old enough to fight," said
Salim; "so we need not consider that. You stay here, and I'll go over
and talk to him."

Salim then crossed the stream, and approached Alberdin. When the
young man saw him, and recognized him as the person who had arranged
the two encampments, he turned upon him with fury.

"Wretched old man, who came to me as the emissary of my antagonist,
you are but the tutor of that boy! If I had known the truth at first,
I would have met him instantly; would have conquered him without
hurting a hair on his head; and carrying him bound to the capital
city, would have claimed the Autocracy, and would now have been
sitting upon the throne. Instead of that, look at the delay and
annoyance to which I have been subjected. I have also taken such a
fancy to the boy that rather than hurt him or injure his prospects, I
would willingly resign my pretensions to the throne, and go back
contentedly to my own city. But this cannot now be done. I have
fallen in love with the daughter of the late Autocrat, and she will
marry none but the victorious claimant. Behold to what a condition
you have brought me!"

The old man regarded him with attention.

"I wish very much," said he, "to defer the settlement of this matter
for thirteen years. Are you willing to wait so long?"

"No, I am not," said Alberdin.

"Very well, then," said the old man, "each third cousin must retire
to his camp, and as soon as matters can be arranged the battle must
take place."

"There is nothing else to be done," said Alberdin in a troubled
voice; "but I shall take care that the boy receives no injury if it
can possibly be avoided."

The three now retraced their steps, and in a few days were settled
down, Alberdin in his tent in the plain, and Salim and Phedo in their
intrenchments on the other side of the low mountain. The old man now
gave himself up to deep thought. He had discovered the germ of
Alberdin's trouble; and in a few days he had arranged his plans, and
went over to see the young man.

"It has been determined," said he, "that a syndicate is to be formed
to attend to this business for Phedo."

"A syndicate!" cried Alberdin. "What is that?"

"A syndic," answered Salim, "is a person who attends to business for
others; and a syndicate is a body of men who are able to conduct
certain affairs better than any individual can do it. In a week from
to-day, Phedo's syndicate will meet you in the large plain outside of
the capital city. There the contest will take place. Shall you be

"I don't exactly understand it," said Alberdin, "but I shall be

General notice was given of the coming battle of the contestants for
the throne, and thousands of the inhabitants of the Autocracy
assembled on the plain on the appointed day. The Princess with her
ladies was there; and as everybody was interested, everybody was
anxious to see what would happen.

Alberdin rode into the open space in the centre of the plain, and
demanded that his antagonist should appear. Thereupon old Salim came
forward, leading Phedo by the hand.

"This is the opposing heir," he said; "but as every one can see that
he is too young to fight a battle, a syndicate has been appointed to
attend to the matter for him; and there is nothing in the will of the
late Autocrat which forbids this arrangement. The syndicate will now

At this command there came into the arena a horseman heavily armed, a
tall foot soldier completely equipped for action, an artilleryman
with a small cannon on wheels, a sailor with a boarding-pike and a
drawn cutlass, and a soldier with a revolving gun which discharged
one hundred and twenty balls a minute.

"All being ready," exclaimed Salim, "the combat for the Autocracy
will begin!"

Alberdin took a good long look at the syndicate ranged before him.
Then he dismounted from his horse, drew his sword, and stuck it,
point downward, into the sand.

"I surrender!" he said.

"So do I!" cried the Princess, running toward him, and throwing
herself into his arms.

The eyes of Alberdin sparkled with joy.

"Let the Autocracy go!" he cried. "Now that I have my Princess, the
throne and the crown are nothing to me."

"So long as I have you," returned the Princess, "I am content to
resign all the comforts and advantages to which I have been

Phedo, who had been earnestly talking with his tutor, now looked up.

"You shall not resign any thing!" he cried. "We are all of the same
blood, and we will join together and form a royal family, and we will
all live at the palace. Alberdin and my tutor shall manage the
government for me until I am grown up; and if I have to go to school
for a few years, I suppose I must. And that is all there is about

The syndicate was now ordered to retire and disband; the heralds
proclaimed Phedo the conquering heir, and the people cheered and
shouted with delight. All the virtues of the late Autocrat had come
to him from his mother, and the citizens of Mutjado much preferred to
have a new ruler from the mother's family.

"I hope you bear no grudge against me," said Salim to Alberdin; "but
if you had been willing to wait for thirteen years, you and Phedo
might have fought on equal terms. As it is now, it would have been as
hard for him to conquer you, as for you to conquer the syndicate. The
odds would have been quite as great."

"Don't mention it," said Alberdin. "I prefer things as they are. I
should have hated to drive the boy away, and deprive him of a
position which the people wish him to have. Now we are all

Phedo soon began to show signs that he would probably make a very
good Autocrat. He declared that if he was to be assisted by ministers
and cabinet officers when he came to the throne, he would like them
to be persons who had been educated for their positions, just as he
was to be educated for his own. Consequently he chose for the head of
his cabinet a bright and sensible boy, and had him educated as a
Minister of State. For Minister of Finance, he chose another boy with
a very honest countenance, and for the other members of his cabinet,
suitable youths were selected. He also said, that he thought there
ought to be another officer, one who would be a sort of Minister of
General Comfort, who would keep an eye on the health and happiness of
the subjects, and would also see that every thing went all right in
the palace, not only in regard to meals, but lots of other things.
For this office he chose a bright young girl, and had her educated
for the position of Queen.


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There was once a kingdom in which every thing seemed to go wrong.
Everybody knew this, and everybody talked about it, especially the
King. The bad state of affairs troubled him more than it did any one
else, but he could think of no way to make them better.

"I cannot bear to see things going on so badly," he said to the Queen
and his chief councillors. "I wish I knew how other kingdoms were

One of his councillors offered to go to some other countries, and see
how they were governed, and come back and tell him all about it, but
this did not suit his majesty.

"You would simply return," he said, "and give me your ideas about
things. I want my own ideas."

The Queen then suggested that he should take a vacation, and visit
other kingdoms, and see for himself how things were managed in them.

This did not suit the king. "A vacation would not answer," he said.
"I should not be gone a week before something would happen here which
would make it necessary for me to come back."

The Queen then suggested that he be banished for a certain time, say
a year. In that case he could not come back, and would be at full
liberty to visit foreign kingdoms, and find out how they were

This plan pleased the King. "If it were made impossible for me to
come back," he said, "of course I could not do it. The scheme is a
good one. Let me be banished." And he gave orders that his council
should pass a law banishing him for one year.

Preparations were immediately begun to carry out this plan, and in
day or two the King bade farewell to the Queen, and left his kingdom,
a banished man. He went away on foot, entirely unattended. But, as he
did not wish to cut off all communication between himself and his
kingdom, he made an arrangement which he thought a very good one. At
easy shouting distance behind him walked one of the officers of the
court, and at shouting distance behind him walked another, and so on
at distances of about a hundred yards from each other. In this way
there would always be a line of men extending from the King to his
palace. Whenever the King had walked a hundred yards the line moved
on after him, and another officer was put in the gap between the last
man and the palace door. Thus, as the King walked on, his line of
followers lengthened, and was never broken. Whenever he had any
message to send to the Queen, or any other person in the palace, he
shouted it to the officer next him, who shouted it to the one next to
him, and it was so passed on until it reached the palace. If he
needed food, clothes, or any other necessary thing, the order for it
was shouted along the line, and the article was passed to him from
man to man, each one carrying it forward to his neighbor, and then
retiring to his proper place.

In this way the King walked on day by day until he had passed
entirely out of his own kingdom. At night he stopped at some
convenient house on the road, and if any of his followers did not
find himself near a house or cottage when the King shouted back the
order to halt, he laid himself down to sleep wherever he might be. By
this time the increasing line of followers had used up all the
officers of the court, and it became necessary to draw upon some of
the under government officers in order to keep the line perfect.

The King had not gone very far outside the limits of his dominions
when he met a Sphinx. He had often heard of these creatures, although
he had never seen one before. But when he saw the winged body of a
lion with a woman's head, he knew instantly what it was. He knew,
also, that the chief business of a Sphinx was that of asking people
questions, and then getting them into trouble if the right answers
were not given. He therefore determined that he would not be caught
by any such tricks as these, and that he would be on his guard if the
Sphinx spoke to him. The creature was lying down when the King first
saw it, but when he approached nearer it rose to its feet. There was
nothing savage about its look, and the King was not at all afraid.

"Where are you going?" said the Sphinx to him, in a pleasant voice.

"Give it up," replied the King.

"What do you mean by that?" said the other, with an air of surprise.

"I give that up, too," said the King.

The Sphinx then looked at him quite astonished.

"I don't mind telling you," said the King, "of my own free will, and
not in answer to any questions, that I do not know where I am going.
I am a King, as you may have noticed, and I have been banished from
my kingdom for a year. I am now going to look into the government of
other countries in order that I may find out what it is that is wrong
in my own kingdom. Every thing goes badly, and there is something
very faulty at the bottom of it all. What this is I want to

"I am much interested in puzzles and matters of that kind," said the
Sphinx, "and if you like I will go with you and help to find out what
is wrong in your kingdom."

"All right," said the King. "I shall be glad of your company."

"What is the meaning of this long line of people following you at
regular distances?" asked the Sphinx.

"Give it up," said the King.

The Sphinx laughed.

"I don't mind telling you," said the King, "of my own free will, and
not in answer to any question, that these men form a line of
communication between me and my kingdom, where matters, I fear, must
be going on worse than ever, in my absence."

The two now travelled on together until they came to a high hill,
from which they could see, not very far away, a large city.

"That city," said the Sphinx, "is the capital of an extensive
country. It is governed by a king of mingled sentiments. Suppose we
go there. I think you will find a government that is rather

The King consented, and they walked down the hill toward the city.

"How did the King get his sentiments mingled?" asked the King.

"I really don't know how it began," said the Sphinx, "but the King,
when a young man, had so many sentiments of different kinds, and he
mingled them up so much, that no one could ever tell exactly what he
thought on any particular subject. Of course, his people gradually
got into the same frame of mind, and you never can know in this
kingdom exactly what people think or what they are going to do. You
will find all sorts of people here: giants, dwarfs, fairies, gnomes,
and personages of that kind, who have been drawn here by the mingled
sentiments of the people. I, myself, came into these parts because
the people every now and then take a great fancy to puzzles and

On entering the city, the King was cordially welcomed by his brother
sovereign, to whom he told his story; and he was lodged in a room in
the palace. Such of his followers as came within the limits of the
city were entertained by the persons near to whose houses they found
themselves when the line halted.

Every day the Sphinx went with him to see the sights of this strange
city. They took long walks through the streets, and sometimes into
the surrounding country--always going one way and returning another,
the Sphinx being very careful never to bring the King back by the
same road or street by which they went. In this way the King's line
of followers, which, of course, lengthened out every time he took a
walk, came to be arranged in long loops through many parts of the
city and suburbs.

Many of the things the King saw showed plainly the mingled sentiments
of the people. For instance, he would one day visit a great smith's
shop, where heavy masses of iron were being forged, the whole place
resounding with tremendous blows from heavy hammers, and the clank
and din of iron on the anvils; while the next day he would find the
place transformed into a studio, where the former blacksmith was
painting dainty little pictures on the delicate surface of
egg-shells. The king of the country, in his treatment of his visitor,
showed his peculiar nature very plainly. Sometimes he would receive
him with enthusiastic delight, while at others he would upbraid him
with having left his dominions to go wandering around the earth in
this senseless way. One day his host invited him to attend a royal
dinner, but, when he went to the grand dining-hall, pleased with
anticipations of a splendid feast, he found that the sentiments of
his majesty had become mingled, and that he had determined, instead
of having a dinner, to conduct the funeral services of one of his
servants who had died the day before. All the guests were obliged by
politeness to remain during the ceremonies, which our King, not
having been acquainted with the deceased servant, had not found at
all interesting.

"Now," said the King to the Sphinx, "I am in favor of moving on. I am
tired of this place, where every sentiment is so mingled with others
that you can never tell what anybody really thinks or feels. I don't
believe any one in this country was ever truly glad or sorry. They
mix one sentiment so quickly with another that they never can
discover the actual ingredients of any of their impulses."

"When this King first began to mingle his sentiments," said the
Sphinx, "it was because he always desired to think and feel exactly
right. He did not wish his feelings to run too much one way or the

"And so he is never either right or wrong," said the King. "I don't
like that, at all. I want to be one thing or the other."

"I have wasted a good deal of time at this place," remarked the King,
as they walked on, "and I have seen and heard nothing which I wish to
teach my people. But I must find out some way to prevent every thing
going wrong in my kingdom. I have tried plan after plan, and
sometimes two or three together, and have kept this up year after
year, and yet nothing seems to do my kingdom any good."

"Have you heard how things are going on there now?" asked the Sphinx.

"Give it up," said the King. "But I don't mind saying of my own
accord, and not as answer to any question, that I have sent a good
many communications to my Queen, but have never received any from
her. So I do not know how things are going on in my kingdom."

They then travelled on, the long line of followers coming after,
keeping their relative positions a hundred yards apart, and passing
over all the ground the King had traversed in his circuitous walks
about the city. Thus the line crept along like an enormous snake in
straight lines, loops, and coils; and every time the King walked a
hundred yards a fresh man from his capital city was obliged to take
his place at the tail of the procession.

"By the way," said the Sphinx, after they had walked an hour or more,
"if you want to see a kingdom where there really is something to
learn, you ought to go to the country of the Gaumers, which we are
now approaching."

"All right," said the King. "Let us go there."

In the course of the afternoon they reached the edge of a high bluff.
"On the level ground, beneath this precipice," said the Sphinx, "is
the country of the dwarfs called Gaumers. You can sit on the edge of
the bluff and look down upon it."

The King and the Sphinx then sat down, and looked out from the edge
over the country of the little people. The officer of the court who
had formed the head of the line wished very much to see what they
were looking at, but, when the line halted, he was not near enough.

"You will notice," said the Sphinx, "that the little houses and huts
are gathered together in clusters. Each one of these clusters is
under a separate king."

"Why don't they all live under one ruler?" asked the King. "That is
the proper way."

"They do not think so," said the Sphinx. "In each of these clusters
live the Gaumers who are best suited to each other; and, if any
Gaumer finds he cannot get along in one cluster, he goes to another.
The kings are chosen from among the very best of them, and each one
is always very anxious to please his subjects. He knows that every
thing that he, and his queen, and his children eat, or drink, or
wear, or have must be given to him by his subjects, and if it were
not for them he could not be their ruler. And so he does every thing
that he can to make them happy and contented, for he knows if he does
not please them and govern them well, they will gradually drop off
from him and go to other clusters, and he will be left without any
people or any kingdom."

"That is a very queer way of ruling," said the King. "I think the
people ought to try to please their sovereign."

"He is only one, and they are a great many," said the Sphinx.
"Consequently they are much more important. No subject is ever
allowed to look down upon a king, simply because he helps to feed and
clothe him, and send his children to school. If any one does a thing
of this kind, he is banished until he learns better."

"All that may be very well for Gaumers," said the King, "but I can
learn nothing from a government like that, where every thing seems to
be working in an opposite direction from what everybody knows is
right and proper. A king anxious to deserve the good opinion of his
subjects! What nonsense! It ought to be just the other way. The ideas
of this people are as dwarfish as their bodies."

The King now arose and took up the line of march, turning away from
the country of the Gaumers. But he had not gone more than two or
three hundred yards before he received a message from the Queen. It
came to him very rapidly, every man in the line seeming anxious to
shout it to the man ahead of him as quickly as possible. The message
was to the effect that he must either stop where he was or come home:
his constantly lengthening line of communication had used up all the
chief officers of the government, all the clerks in the departments,
and all the officials of every grade, excepting the few who were
actually needed to carry on the government, and if any more men went
into the line it would be necessary to call upon the laborers and
other persons who could not be spared.

"I think," said the Sphinx, "that you have made your line long

"And I think," said the King. "that you made it a great deal longer
than it need to have been, by taking me about in such winding ways."

"It may be so," said the Sphinx, with its mystic smile.

"Well, I am not going to stop here," said the King, "and so I might
as well go back as soon as I can." And he shouted to the head man of
the line to pass on the order that his edict of banishment be

In a very short time the news came that the edict was revoked. The
King then commanded that the procession return home, tail-end
foremost. The march was at once begun, each man, as he reached the
city, going immediately to his home and family.

The King and the greater part of the line had a long and weary
journey, as they followed each other through the country and over the
devious ways in which the Sphinx had led them in the City of Mingled
Sentiments. The King was obliged to pursue all these complicated
turnings, or be separated from his officers, and so break up his
communication with his palace. The Sphinx accompanied him.

When at last, he reached his palace, his line of former followers
having apparently melted entirely away, he hurried up-stairs to the
Queen, leaving the Sphinx in the court-yard.

The King found, when he had time to look into the affairs of his
dominions, that every thing was in the most admirable condition. The
Queen had retained a few of the best officials to carry on the
government, and had ordered the rest to fall, one by one, into the
line of communication. The King set himself to work to think about
the matter. It was not long before he came to the conclusion that the
main thing which had been wrong in his kingdom was himself. He was so
greatly impressed with this idea that he went down to the court-yard
to speak to the Sphinx about it.

"I dare say you are right," said the Sphinx, "and I don't wonder that
what you learned when you were away, and what you have seen since you
came back, have made you feel certain that you were the cause of
every thing going wrong in this kingdom. And now, what do you intend
to do about your government?"

"Give it up," promptly replied the King.

"That is exactly what I should advise," said the Sphinx.

The King did give up his kingdom. He was convinced that being a King
was exactly the thing he was not suited for, and that he would get on
much better in some other business or profession. He determined to be
a traveller and explorer, and to go abroad into other countries to
find out things that might be useful to his own nation. His Queen had
shown that she could govern the country most excellently, and it was
not at all necessary for him to stay at home. She had ordered all the
men who had made up his line to follow the King's example and to go
into some good business; in order that not being bothered with so
many officers, she would be able to get along quite easily.

The King was very successful in his new pursuit, and although he did
not this time have a line of followers connecting him with the
palace, he frequently sent home messages which were of use and value
to his nation.

"I may as well retire," said the Sphinx to itself. "As the King has
found his vocation and every thing is going all right it is not
necessary I should remain where I may be looked upon as a
questionable personage."


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There were once a Prince and a Princess who, when quite young, ate a
philopena together. They agreed that the one who, at any hour after
sunrise the next day, should accept any thing from the other--the
giver at the same time saying "Philopena!"--should be the loser, and
that the loser should marry the other.

They did not meet as soon as they had expected the next day; and at
the time our story begins, many years had elapsed since they had seen
each other, and the Prince and the Princess were nearly grown up.
They often thought of the philopena they had eaten together, and
wondered if they should know each other when they met. He remembered
her as a pretty little girl dressed in green silk and playing with a
snow-white cat; while she remembered him as a handsome boy, wearing a
little sword, the handle of which was covered with jewels. But they
knew that each must have changed a great deal in all this time.

Neither of these young people had any parents; the Prince lived with
guardians and the Princess with uncles.

The guardians of the Prince were very enterprising and energetic men,
and were allowed to govern the country until the Prince came of age.
The capital city was a very fine city when the old king died; but the
guardians thought it might be much finer, so they set to work with
all their might and main to improve it. They tore down old houses and
made a great many new streets; they built grand and splendid bridges
over the river on which the city stood; they constructed aqueducts to
bring water from streams many miles away; and they were at work all
the time upon some extensive building enterprise.

The Prince did not take much interest in the works which were going
on under direction of his guardians; and when he rode out, he
preferred to go into the country or to ride through some of the
quaint old streets, where nothing had been changed for hundreds of

The uncles of the Princess were very different people from the
guardians of the Prince. There were three of them, and they were very
quiet and cosey old men, who disliked any kind of bustle or
disturbance, and wished that every thing might remain as they had
always known it. It even worried them a little to find that the
Princess was growing up. They would have much preferred that she
should remain exactly as she was when they first took charge of her.
Then they never would have been obliged to trouble their minds about
any changes in the manner of taking care of her. But they did not
worry their minds very much, after all. They wished to make her
guardianship as little laborious or exhausting as possible, and so,
divided the work; one of them took charge of her education, another
of her food and lodging, and the third of her dress. The first sent
for teachers, and told them to teach her; the second had handsome
apartments prepared for her use, and gave orders that she should have
every thing she needed to eat and drink; while the third commanded
that she should have a complete outfit of new clothes four times a
year. Thus every thing went on very quietly and smoothly; and the
three uncles were not obliged to exhaust themselves by hard work.
There were never any new houses built in that city, and if any thing
had to be repaired, it was done with as little noise and dirt as
possible. The city and the whole kingdom were quiet and serene, and
the three uncles dozed away most of the day in three great
comfortable thrones.

Everybody seemed satisfied with this state of things except the
Princess. She often thought to herself that nothing would be more
delightful than a little noise and motion, and she wondered if the
whole world were as quiet as the city in which she lived. At last,
she became unable to bear the dreadful stillness of the place any
longer; but she could think of nothing to do but to go and try to
find the Prince with whom she had eaten a philopena. If she should
win, he must marry her; and then, perhaps, they could settle down in
some place where things would be bright and lively. So, early one
morning, she put on her white dress, and mounting her prancing black
horse, she rode away from the city. Only one person saw her go, for
nearly all the people were asleep.

About this time, the Prince made up his mind that he could no longer
stand the din and confusion, the everlasting up-setting and
setting-up in his native city. He would go away, and see if he could
find the Princess with whom he had eaten a philopena. If he should
win, she would be obliged to marry him; and then, perhaps, they could
settle down in some place where it was quiet and peaceful. So, on the
same morning in which the Princess rode away, he put on a handsome
suit of black clothes, and mounting a gentle white horse, he rode out
of the city. Only one person saw him go; for, even at that early
hour, the people were so busy that little attention was paid to his

About half way between these two cities, in a tall tower which stood
upon a hill, there lived an Inquisitive Dwarf, whose whole object in
life was to find out what people were doing and why they did it. From
the top of this tower he generally managed to see all that was going
on in the surrounding country; and in each of the two cities that
have been mentioned he had an agent, whose duty it was to send him
word, by means of carrier pigeons, whenever a new thing happened.
Before breakfast, on the morning when the Prince and Princess rode
away, a pigeon from the city of the Prince came flying to the tower
of the Inquisitive Dwarf.

"Some new building started, I suppose," said the Dwarf, as he took
the little roll of paper from under the pigeon's wing. "But no; it is
very different! 'The Prince has ridden away from the city alone, and
is travelling to the north.'"

But before he could begin to puzzle his brains about the meaning of
this departure, another pigeon came flying in from the city of the

"Well!" cried the Dwarf, "this is amazing! It is a long time since I
have had a message from that city, and my agent has been drawing his
salary without doing any work. What possibly can have happened

When he read that the Princess had ridden alone from the city that
morning, and was travelling to the south, he was truly amazed.

"What on earth can it mean?" he exclaimed. "If the city of the Prince
were to the south of that of the Princess, then I might understand
it; for they would be going to see each other, and that would be
natural enough. But as his city is to the north of her city, they are
travelling in opposite directions. And what is the meaning of this? I
most certainly must find out."

The Inquisitive Dwarf had three servants whom he employed to attend
to his most important business. These were a Gryphoness, a Water
Sprite, and an Absolute Fool. This last one was very valuable; for
there were some things he would do which no one else would think of
attempting. The Dwarf called to him the Gryphoness, the oldest and
most discreet of the three, and told her of the departure of the

"Hasten southward," he said, "as fast as you can, and follow her, and
do not return to me until you have found out why she left her city,
where she is going, and what she expects to do when she gets there.
Your appearance may frighten her; and, therefore, you must take with
you the Absolute Fool, to whom she will probably be willing to talk;
but you must see that every thing is managed properly."

Having despatched these two, the Inquisitive Dwarf then called the
Water Sprite, who was singing to herself at the edge of a fountain,
and telling her of the departure of the Prince, ordered her to follow
him, and not to return until she had found out why he left his city,
where he was going, and what he intended to do when he got there.

"The road to the north," he said, "lies along the river bank;
therefore, you can easily keep him company."

The Water Sprite bowed, and dancing over the dewy grass to the river,
threw herself into it. Sometimes she swam beneath the clear water;
sometimes she rose partly in the air, where she seemed like a little
cloud of sparkling mist borne onward by the wind; and sometimes she
floated upon the surface, her pale blue robes undulating with the
gentle waves, while her white hands and feet shone in the sun like
tiny crests of foam. Thus, singing to herself, she went joyously and
rapidly on, aided by a full, strong wind from the south. She did not
forget to glance every now and then upon the road which ran along the
river bank; and, in the course of the morning, she perceived the
Prince. He was sitting in the shade of a tree near the water's edge,
while his white horse was grazing near by.

The Water Sprite came very gently out of the river, and seating
herself upon the edge of the grassy bank, she spoke to him. The
Prince looked up in astonishment, but there was nothing in her
appearance to frighten him.

"I came," said the Water Sprite, "at the command of my master, to ask
you why you left your city, where you are going, and what you intend
to do when you get there."

The Prince then told her why he had left his city, and what he
intended to do when he had found the Princess.

"But where I am going," he said, "I do not know, myself. I must
travel and travel until I succeed in the object of my search."

The Water Sprite reflected for a moment, and then she said:

"If I were you, I would not travel to the north. It is cold and
dreary there, and your Princess would not dwell in such a region. A
little above us, on the other side of this river, there is a stream
which runs sometimes to the east and sometimes to the south, and
which leads to the Land of the Lovely Lakes. This is the most
beautiful country in the world, and you will be much more likely to
find your Princess there than among the desolate mountains of the

"I dare say you are right," said the Prince; "and I will go there, if
you will show me the way."

"The road runs along the bank of the river," said the Water Sprite;
"and we shall soon reach the Land of the Lovely Lakes."

The Prince then mounted his horse, forded the river, and was soon
riding along the bank of the stream, while the Water Sprite gayly
floated upon its dancing ripples.

       *       *       *       *       *

When the Gryphoness started southward, in pursuit of the Princess,
she kept out of sight among the bushes by the roadside; but sped
swiftly along. The Absolute Fool, however, mounted upon a fine horse,
rode boldly along upon the open road. He was a good-looking youth,
with rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and a handsome figure. As he cantered
gayly along, he felt himself capable of every noble action which the
human mind has ever conceived. The Gryphoness kept near him, and in
the course of the morning they overtook the Princess, who was
allowing her horse to walk in the shade by the roadside. The Absolute
Fool dashed up to her, and, taking off his hat, asked her why she had
left her city, where she was going, and what she intended to do when
she got there.

The Princess looked at him in surprise. "I left my city because I
wanted to," she said. "I am going about my business, and when I get
to the proper place, I shall attend to it."

"Oh," said the Absolute Fool, "you refuse me your confidence, do you?
But allow me to remark that I have a Gryphoness with me who is very
frightful to look at, and whom it was my intention to keep in the
bushes; but if you will not give fair answers to my questions, she
must come out and talk to you, and that is all there is about it."

"If there is a Gryphoness in the bushes," said the Princess, "let her
come out. No matter how frightful she is, I would rather she should
come where I can see her, than to have her hiding near me."

The Gryphoness, who had heard these words, now came out into the
road. The horse of the Princess reared in affright, but his young
rider patted him on the neck, and quieted his fears.

"What do you and this young man want?" said the Princess to the
Gryphoness, "and why do you question me?"

"It is not of our own will that we do it," said the Gryphoness, very
respectfully; "but our master, the Inquisitive Dwarf, has sent us to
obtain information about the points on which the young man questioned
you; and until we have found out these things, it is impossible for
us to return."

"I am opposed to answering impertinent questions," replied the
Princess; "but in order to rid myself of you, I will tell you the
reason of my journey." And she then stated briefly the facts of the

"Ah, me!" said the Gryphoness. "I am very sorry; but you cannot tell
us where you are going, and we cannot return until we know that. But
you need not desire to be rid of us, for it may be that we can assist
you in the object of your journey. This young man is sometimes very
useful, and I shall be glad to do any thing that I can to help you.
If you should think that I would injure you, or willingly annoy you
by my presence, it would grieve me to the heart." And as she spoke, a
tear bedimmed her eye.

The Princess was touched by the emotion of the Gryphoness.

"You may accompany me," she said, "and I will trust you both. You
must know this country better than I do. Have you any advice to give
me in regard to my journey?"

"One thing I would strongly advise," said the Gryphoness, "and that
is, that you do not travel any farther until we know in what
direction it will be best to go. There is an inn close by, kept by a
worthy woman. If you will stop there until to-morrow, this young man
and I will scour the country round about, and try to find some news
of your Prince. The young man will return and report to you to-morrow
morning. And if you should need help, or escort, he will aid and obey
you as your servant. As for me, unless we have found the Prince, I
shall continue searching for him. There is a prince in the city to
the north of my master's tower, and it is not unlikely that it is he
whom you seek."

"You can find out if it is he," answered the Princess, "by asking
about the philopena."

"That will I do," said the Gryphoness, "and I will return hither as
speedily as possible." And, with a respectful salutation, the
Gryphoness and the Absolute Fool departed by different ways.

The Princess then repaired to the inn, where she took lodgings.

The next morning, the Absolute Fool came back to the inn, and seeing
the Princess, said: "I rode until after night-fall, searching for the
Prince, before it occurred to me that, even if I should find him, I
would not know him in the dark. As soon as I thought of that, I rode
straight to the nearest house, and slept until daybreak, when I
remembered that I was to report to you this morning. But as I have
heard no news of the Prince, and as this is a beautiful, clear day, I
think it would be extremely foolish to remain idly here, where there
is nothing of interest going on, and when a single hour's delay may
cause you to miss the object of your search. The Prince may be in one
place this morning, and there is no knowing where he will be in the
afternoon. While the Gryphoness is searching, we should search also.
We can return before sunset, and we will leave word here as to the
direction we have taken, so that when she returns, she can quickly
overtake us. It is my opinion that not a moment should be lost. I
will be your guide. I know this country well."

The Princess thought this sounded like good reasoning, and consented
to set out. There were some beautiful mountains to the south-east;
and among these, the Absolute Fool declared, a prince of good taste
would be very apt to dwell. They, therefore, took this direction. But
when they had travelled an hour or more, the mountains began to look
bare and bleak, and the Absolute Fool declared that he did not
believe any prince would live there. He therefore advised that they
turn into a road that led to the north-east. It was a good road; and
therefore he thought it led to a good place, where a person of good
sense would be likely to reside. Along this road they therefore
travelled. They had ridden but a few miles when they met three men,
well armed and mounted. These men drew up their horses, and
respectfully saluted the Princess.

"High-born Lady," they said, "for by your aspect we know you to be
such, we would inform you that we are the soldiers of the King, the
outskirts of whose dominions you have reached. It is our duty to
question all travellers, and, if their object in coming to our
country is a good one, to give them whatever assistance and
information they may require. Will you tell us why you are come?"

"Impertinent vassals!" cried the Absolute Fool, riding up in a great
passion. "How dare you interfere with a princess who has left her
city because it was so dull and stupid, and is endeavoring to find a
prince, with whom she has eaten a philopena, in order that she may
marry him. Out of my way, or I will draw my sword and cleave you to
the earth, and thus punish your unwarrantable curiosity!"

The soldiers could not repress a smile.

"In order to prevent mischief," they said to the Absolute Fool, "we
shall be obliged to take you into custody."

This they immediately did, and then requested the Princess to
accompany them to the palace of their King, where she would receive
hospitality and aid.

The King welcomed the Princess with great cordiality. He had no son,
and he much wished he had one; for in that case it might be his
Prince for whom the young lady was looking. But there was a prince,
he said, who lived in a city to the north, who was probably the very
man; and he would send and make inquiries. In the mean time, the
Princess would be entertained by himself and his Queen; and, if her
servant would make a suitable apology, his violent language would be
pardoned. But the Absolute Fool positively refused to do this.

"I never apologize," he cried. "No man of spirit would do such a
thing. What I say, I stand by."

"Very well," said the King; "then you shall fight a wild beast." And
he gave orders that the affair should be arranged for the following

In a short time, however, some of his officers came to him and told
him that there were no wild beasts; those on hand having been kept so
long that they had become tame.

"To be sure, there's the old lion, Sardon," they said; "but he is so
dreadfully cross and has had so much experience in these fights, that
for a long time it has not been considered fair to allow any one to
enter the ring with him."

"It is a pity," said the King, "to make the young man fight a tame
beast; but, under the circumstances, the best thing to do will be to
represent the case to him, just as it is. Tell him we are sorry we
have not an ordinary wild beast; but that he can take his choice
between a tame one and the lion Sardon, whose disposition and
experience you will explain to him."

When the matter was stated to the Absolute Fool, he refused with
great scorn to fight a tame beast.

"I will not be degraded in the eyes of the public," he said; "I will
take the old lion."

The next day, the court and the public assembled to see the fight;
but the Queen and our Princess took a ride into the country, not
wishing to witness a combat of this kind, especially one which was so
unequal. The King ordered that every advantage should be given to the
young man, in order that he might have every possible chance of
success in fighting an animal which had been a victor on so many
similar occasions. A large iron cage, furnished with a turnstile,
into which the Absolute Fool could retire for rest and refreshment,
but where the lion could not follow him, was placed in the middle of
the arena, and the youth was supplied with all the weapons he
desired. When every thing was ready, the Absolute Fool took his stand
in the centre of the arena, and the door of the lion's den was
opened. The great beast came out, he looked about for an instant, and
then, with majestic step, advanced toward the young man. When he was
within a few paces of him, he crouched for a spring.

The Absolute Fool had never seen so magnificent a creature, and he
could not restrain his admiration. With folded arms and sparkling
eyes, he gazed with delight upon the lion's massive head, his long
and flowing mane, his magnificent muscles, and his powerful feet and
legs. There was an air of grandeur and strength about him which
completely enraptured the youth. Approaching the lion, he knelt
before him, and gazed with wondering ecstasy into his great, glowing
eyes. "What glorious orbs!" he inwardly exclaimed. "What unfathomable
expression! What possibilities! What reminiscences! And everywhere,
what majesty of curve!"

The lion was a good deal astonished at the conduct of the young man;
and he soon began to suppose that this was not the person he was to
fight, but probably a keeper, who was examining into his condition.
After submitting to this scrutiny a few minutes, he gave a mighty
yawn, which startled the spectators, but which delighted the Absolute
Fool; for never before had he beheld such a depth of potentiality. He
knelt in silent delight at this exhibition of the beauty of strength.

Old Sardon soon became tired of all this, however, and he turned and
walked back to his den. "When their man is ready," he thought to
himself, "I will come out and fight him."

One tremendous shout now arose from the multitude. "The youth has
conquered!" they cried. "He has actually frightened the lion back
into his den!" Rushing into the arena, they raised the Absolute Fool
upon their shoulders and carried him in triumph to the open square in
front of the palace, that he might be rewarded for his bravery. Here
the King, followed by his court, quickly appeared; for he was as much
delighted as any one at the victory of the young man.

"Noble youth," he exclaimed, "you are the bravest of the brave. You
are the only man I know who is worthy of our royal daughter, and you
shall marry her forthwith. Long since, I vowed that only with the
bravest should she wed."

At this moment, the Queen and the Princess, returning from their
ride, heard with joy the result of the combat; and riding up to the
victor, the Queen declared that she would gladly join with her royal
husband in giving their daughter to so brave a man.

The Absolute Fool stood for a moment in silent thought; then,
addressing the King, he said:

"Was Your Majesty's father a king?"

"He was," was the answer.

"Was his father of royal blood?"

"No; he was not," replied the King. "My grandfather was a man of the
people; but his pre-eminent virtue, his great ability as a statesman,
and the dignity and nobility of his character made him the unanimous
choice of the nation as its sovereign."

"I am sorry to hear that," said the Absolute Fool; "for it makes it
necessary for me to decline the kind offer of your daughter in
marriage. If I marry a princess at all, she must be one who can trace
back her lineage through a long line of royal ancestors." And as he
spoke, his breast swelled with manly pride.

For a moment, the King was dumb with rage. Then loudly he shouted:
"Ho, guards! Annihilate him! Avenge this insult!"

At these words, the sword of every by-stander leaped from its
scabbard; but, before any one could take a step forward, the Princess
seized the Absolute Fool by his long and flowing locks, and put spurs
to her horse. The young man yelled with pain, and shouted to
her to let go; but she held firmly to his hair, and as he was
extraordinarily active and fleet of foot, he kept pace with the
galloping horse. A great crowd of people started in pursuit, but as
none of them were mounted, they were soon left behind.

"Let go my hair! Let go my hair!" shouted the Absolute Fool, as he
bounded along. "You don't know how it hurts. Let go! Let go!"

But the Princess never relinquished her hold until they were out of
the King's domain.

"A little more," cried the indignant youth, when she let him go, "and
you would have pulled out a handful of my hair."

"A little less," said the Princess, contemptuously, "and you would
have been cut to pieces; for you have not sense enough to take care
of yourself. I am sorry I listened to you, and left the inn to which
the Gryphoness took me. It would have been far better to wait there
for her as she told me to do."

"Yes," said the Absolute Fool; "it would have been much better."

"Now," said the Princess, "we will go back there, and see if she has

"If we can find it," said the other, "which I very much doubt."

There were several roads at this point and, of course, they took the
wrong one. As they went on, the Absolute Fool complained bitterly
that he had left his horse behind him, and was obliged to walk.
Sometimes he stopped, and said he would go back after it; but this
the Princess sternly forbade.

       *       *       *       *       *

When the Gryphoness reached the city of the Prince, it was night; but
she was not sorry for this. She did not like to show herself much in
the daytime, because so many people were frightened by her. After a
good deal of trouble, she discovered that the Prince had certainly
left the city, although his guardians did not seem to be aware of it.
They were so busy with a new palace, in part of which they were
living, that they could not be expected to keep a constant eye upon
him. In the morning, she met an old man who knew her, and was not
afraid of her, and who told her that the day before, when he was up
the river, he had seen the Prince on his white horse, riding on the
bank of the stream; and that near him, in the water, was something
which now looked like a woman, and again like a puff of mist. The
Gryphoness reflected.

"If this Prince has gone off in that way," she said to herself, "I
believe that he is the very one whom the Princess is looking for, and
that he has set out in search of her; and that creature in the water
must be our Water Sprite, whom our master has probably sent out to
discover where the Prince is going. If he had told me about this, it
would have saved much trouble. From the direction in which they were
going, I feel sure that the Water Sprite was taking the Prince to the
Land of the Lovely Lakes. She never fails to go there, if she can
possibly get an excuse. I will follow them. I suppose the Princess
will be tired, waiting at the inn; but I must know where the Prince
is, and if he is really her Prince, before I go back to her."

When the Gryphoness reached the Land of the Lovely Lakes, she
wandered all that day and the next night; but she saw nothing of
those for whom she was looking.

The Princess and the Absolute Fool journeyed on until near the close
of the afternoon, when the sky began to be overcast, and it looked
like rain. They were then not far from a large piece of water; and at
a little distance, they saw a ship moored near the shore.

"I shall seek shelter on board that ship," said the Princess.

"It is going to storm," remarked the Absolute Fool. "I should prefer
to be on dry land."

"As the land is not likely to be very dry when it rains," said the
Princess, "I prefer a shelter, even if it is upon wet water."

"Women will always have their own way," muttered the Absolute Fool.

The ship belonged to a crew of Amazon sailors, who gave the Princess
a hearty welcome.

"You may go on board if you choose," said the Absolute Fool to the
Princess, "but I shall not risk my life in a ship manned by women."

"It is well that you are of that opinion," said the Captain of the
Amazons, who had heard this remark; "for you would not be allowed to
come on board if you wished to. But we will give you a tent to
protect you and the horse in case it should rain, and will send you
something to eat."

"While the Princess was taking tea with the Amazon Captain, she told
her about the Prince, and how she was trying to find him.

"Good!" cried the Captain. "I will join in the search, and take you
in my ship. Some of my crew told me that yesterday they saw a young
man, who looked like a prince, riding along the shore of a lake which
adjoins the one we are on. In the morning we will sail after him. We
shall keep near the shore, and your servant can mount your horse and
ride along the edge of the lake. From what I know of the speed of
this vessel, I think he can easily keep up with us."

Early in the morning, the Amazon Captain called her crew together.
"Hurrah, my brave girls!" she said. "We have an object. I never sail
without an object, and it lights me to get one. The purpose of our
present cruise is to find the Prince of whom this Princess is in
search; and we must spare no pains to bring him to her, dead or

Luckily for her peace of mind, the Princess did not hear this speech.
The day was a fine one, and before long the sun became very hot. The
ship was sailing quite near the land, when the Absolute Fool rode
down to the water's edge, and called out that he had something very
important to communicate to the Princess. As he was not allowed to
come on board, she was obliged to go on shore, to which she was rowed
in a small boat.

"I have been thinking," said the Absolute Fool, "that it is perfectly
ridiculous, and very uncomfortable, to continue this search any
longer. I would go back, but my master would not suffer me to return
without knowing where you are going. I have, therefore, a plan to
propose. Give up your useless search for this Prince, who is probably
not nearly so handsome and intellectual as I am, and marry me. We
will then return, and I will assume the reins of government in your

"Follow the vessel," said the Princess, "as you have been doing; for
I wish some one to take care of my horse." And without another word,
she returned to the ship.

"I should like to sail as far as possible from shore during the rest
of the trip," said she to the Captain.

"Put the helm bias!" shouted the Amazon Captain to the steers-woman;
"and keep him well out from land."

When they had sailed through a small stream into the lake adjoining,
the out-look, who was swinging in a hammock hung between the tops of
the two masts, sang out, "Prince ahead!" Instantly all was activity
on board the vessel. Story books were tucked under coils of rope,
hem-stitching and embroidery were laid aside, and every woman was at
her post.

"The Princess is taking a nap," said the Captain, "and we will not
awaken her. It will be so nice to surprise her by bringing the Prince
to her. We will run our vessel ashore, and then steal quietly upon
him. But do not let him get away. Cut him down, if he resists!"

The Prince, who was plainly visible only a short distance ahead, was
so pleasantly employed that he had not noticed the approach of the
ship. He was sitting upon a low, moss-covered rock, close to the
water's edge; and with a small hand-net, which he had found on the
shore, he was scooping the most beautiful fishes from the lake,
holding them up in the sunlight to admire their brilliant colors and
graceful forms, and then returning them uninjured to the water. The
Water Sprite was swimming near him, and calling to the fish to come
up and be caught; for the gentle Prince would not hurt them. It was
very delightful and rare sport, and it is not surprising that it
entirely engrossed the attention of the Prince. The Amazons silently
landed, and softly stole along the shore, a little back from the
water. Then, at their Captain's command, they rushed upon the Prince.

It was just about this time that the Gryphoness, who had been
searching for the Prince, caught her first sight of him. Perceiving
that he was about to be attacked, she rushed to his aid. The Amazon
sailors reached him before she did, and seizing upon him they began
to pull him away. The Prince resisted stoutly; but seeing that his
assailants were women, he would not draw his sword. The Amazon
Captain and mate, who were armed with broad knives, now raised their
weapons, and called upon the Prince to surrender or die. But at this
moment, the Gryphoness reached the spot, and catching the Captain and
mate, each by an arm, she dragged them back from the Prince. The
other Amazons, however, continued the combat; and the Prince defended
himself by pushing them into the shallow water, where the Water
Sprite nearly stifled them by throwing over them showers of spray.
And now came riding up the Absolute Fool. Seeing a youth engaged in
combat with the Amazon sailors, his blood boiled with indignation.

"A man fighting women!" he exclaimed. "What a coward! My arm shall
ever assist the weaker sex."

Jumping from the horse, he drew his sword, and rushed upon the
Prince. The Gryphoness saw the danger of the latter, and she would
have gone to his assistance, but she was afraid to loosen her hold of
the Amazon Captain and mate.

Spreading her wings she flew to the top of a tree where she deposited
the two warlike women upon a lofty branch, from which she knew it
would take them a long time to get down to the ground. When she
descended she found that the Absolute Fool had reached the Prince.
The latter, being a brave fellow, although of so gentle a
disposition, had been glad to find a man among his assailants, and
had drawn his sword to defend himself. The two had just begun to
fight when the Gryphoness seized the Absolute Fool by the waist and
hurled him backward into some bushes.

"You must not fight him!" she cried to the Prince. "He is beneath
your rank! And as you will not draw your sword against these Amazons
you must fly from them. If you run fast they cannot overtake you."

The Prince followed her advice, and sheathing his sword he rapidly
ran along the bank, followed by some of the Amazons who had succeeded
in getting the water out of their eyes and mouths.

"Run from women!" contemptuously remarked the Absolute Fool. "If you
had not interfered with me," he said to the Gryphoness, "I should
soon have put an end to such a coward."

The Prince had nearly reached the place opposite to which the ship
was moored, when the Princess, who had been awakened by the noise of
the combat, appeared upon the deck of the vessel. The moment she saw
the Prince, she felt convinced that he was certainly the one for whom
she was looking. Fearing that the pursuing Amazons might kill him,
she sprang from the vessel to his assistance; but her foot caught in
a rope, and instead of reaching the shore, she fell into the water,
which was here quite deep, and immediately sank out of sight. The
Prince, who had noticed her just as she sprang, and who felt equally
convinced that she was the one for whom he was searching, stopped his
flight and rushed to the edge of the bank. Just as the Princess rose
to the surface, he reached out his hand to her, and she took it.

"Philopena!" cried the Prince.

"You have won," said the Princess, gayly shaking the water from her
curls, as he drew her ashore.

At the request of the Princess, the pursuing Amazons forbore to
assail the Prince, and when the Captain and the Mate had descended
from the tree, every thing was explained.

Within an hour, the Prince and Princess, after taking kind leave of
the Gryphoness, and Water Sprite, and of the Amazon sailors, who
cheered them loudly, rode away to the city of the Princess; while the
three servants of the Inquisitive Dwarf returned to their master to
report what had happened.

The Absolute Fool was in a very bad humor; for he was obliged to go
back on foot, having left his horse in the kingdom where he had so
narrowly escaped being killed; and, besides this, he had had his hair
pulled; and had not been treated with proper respect by either the
Princess or the Gryphoness. He felt himself deeply injured. When he
reached home, he determined that he would not remain in a position
where his great abilities were so little appreciated. "I will do
something," he said, "which shall prove to the world that I deserve
to stand among the truly great. I will reform my fellow beings, and I
will begin by reforming the Inquisitive Dwarf." Thereupon he went to
his master, and said:

"Sir, it is foolish and absurd for you to be meddling thus with the
affairs of your neighbors. Give up your inquisitive habits, and learn
some useful business. While you are doing this, I will consent to
manage your affairs."

The Inquisitive Dwarf turned to him, and said: "I have a great desire
to know the exact appearance of the North Pole. Go and discover it
for me."

The Absolute Fool departed on this mission, and has not yet returned.

When the Princess, with her Prince, reached her city, her uncles were
very much amazed; for they had not known she had gone away. "If you
are going to get married," they said, "we are very glad; for then you
will not need our care, and we shall be free from the great
responsibility which is bearing us down."

In a short time the wedding took place, and then the question arose
in which city should the young couple dwell. The Princess decided it.

"In the winter," she said to the Prince, "We will live in your city,
where all is life and activity; and where the houses are so well
built with all the latest improvements. In the summer, we will come
to my city, where everything is old, and shady, and serene." This
they did, and were very happy.

The Gryphoness would have been glad to go and live with the Princess,
for she had taken a great fancy to her; but she did not think it
worth her while to ask permission to do this.

"My impulses, I know, are good," she said; "but my appearance is
against me."

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because she had left so soon the Land of the Lovely Lakes, where she
had been so happy. The more she thought about it, the more she
grieved; and one morning, unable to bear her sorrow longer, she
sprang into the great jet of the fountain. High into the bright air
the fountain threw her, scattering her into a thousand drops of
glittering water; but not one drop fell back into the basin. The
great, warm sun drew them up; and, in a little white cloud, they
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