"It must have been a very ingenious person who tied this knot," said Pandora to herself. "But I think 1 could untie it, nevertheless. I am resolved, at least, to find the two ends of the cord."
So she took the golden knot in her fingers and pried into it as sharply as she could. Almost without intending it, or quite knowing what she was about, she was soon busily engaged in attempting to undo it. Meanwhile, the bright sunshine came through the open window; as did likewise the merry voices of the children, playing at a distance, and perhaps the voice of Epimetheus among them.
Pandora stopped to listen. What a beautiful day it was! Would it not be wise if she were to let the trouble some knot alone and think no more about the box, but run and join her little playfellows and be happy?
All this time, however, her fingers were busy with the knot; and happening to glance at the face on the lid of the enchanted box, she seemed to see it slyly grinning at her.
"That face looks very mischievous," thought Pandora. "I wonder whether it smiles because I am doing wrong! I have the greatest mind in the world to run away!"
But just then, by the merest accident, she gave the knot a kind of twist, which produced a wonderful result. The gold cord united itself, as if by magic, arid left the box without a fastening.
"This is the strangest thing I ever knew!" said Pandora. "What will Epimetheus say? And how can I possibly tie it up again?" She made one or two attempts to restore the knot, but soon found it quite beyond her skill. It had untied itself so suddenly that she could not in the least remember how the strings had been doubled onto one another; and when she tried to recollect the shape and appearance of the knot, it seemed to have gone entirely out of her mind. Nothing was to be done therefore, but to let the box remain as it was until Epimetheus should come in.
"But," said Pandora, "when he finds the knot untied, he will know that I have done it. How shall I make him believe that I have not looked into the box?"
And then the thought came into her naughty little heart, that, since she would be suspected of having looked into the box, she might just as well do so at once. O very naughty and very foolish Pandora! You should have thought only of doing what was right and of leaving undone what was wrong, and not of what your playfellow Epimetheus would have said or believed. And so perhaps she might if the enchanted face on the lid of the box had not looked so bewitchingly persuasive at her, and if she had not seemed to hear, more distinctly than before, the murmur of small voices within. She could not tell whether it was fancy or no; but there was quite a little tumult of whispers in her ear—or else it was her curiosity that whispered: "Let us out, dear Pandora—pray let us out! We will be such nice, pretty playfellows for you! Only let us out!"
"What can it be?" thought Pandora, "Is there something alive in the box? Well!—yes!—I am resolved to take just one peep! Only one peep; and then lid shall be shut down as safely as ever. There cannot possibly be any harm in just one little peep!"
HOW TROUBLES CAME INTO THE WORLD
But it is now time for us to see what Epimetheus was doing.
This was the first time since his little Playmate had come to dwell with him that he had attempted to enjoy any pleasure in which she did not partake. But nothing went right; nor was he nearly so happy as on other days. He could not find a sweat grape or a ripe fig (if Epimetheus had a fault, it was a little too much fondness for figs); or, if ripe at all, they were overripe, and so sweet as to be distasteful. There was no mirth in his heart, such as usually made his voice gush out, of Its own accord, and swell the merriment of his companions. In short, he grew so uneasy and discontented that other children could not imagine what was the matter with Epimetheus. Neither did he himself know what ailed him, any better then they did.
For you must recollect that, at the time we are speaking of, it was everybody's nature and common habit to be happy. The world had not yet learned to be otherwise. Not a single soul or body, since these children were first sent to enjoy it themselves on the beautiful earth, had ever been sick or out-of-sorts.
At length, discovering that, somehow or other, he put a stop to all the play, Epimetheus judged it best to go back to Pandora, who was in a humor better suited to his own. But, with a hope of giving her pleasure, he gathered flowers and made them into a wreath, which he meant to put upon her head. The flowers were very lovely—roses and lilies and orange-blossoms, and a great many more, which left a trail of fragrance behind, as Epimetheus carried them along, and wreath was put together with as much skill as could be expected of a boy. The fingers of little girls, it has always appeared to me, are the fittest to twine flower-wreaths; but boys could de it in those days rather better than they can now.
And here I must mention that a great black cloud had been gathering in the sky for some time past, although it had not yet overspread the sun. But, just as Epimetheus reached the cottage-door, this cloud began to cut off the sunshine, and thus to make a sudden and sad darkness.
He entered softly; for he meant, if possible, to steal behind Pandora and fling a wreath of flowers over her head before she should be aware of his approach. But, as it happened, there was no need of his treading so very lightly. He might have trod as heavily as he pleased, as heavily as a grown man—as heavily, I was going to say, as an elephant—without much probability of Pandora's hearing his footsteps. She was too intent upon her purpose. At the moment of this entering the cottage the naughty box, I had almost forgotten to say, was fastened, not by a lock or by any other such contrivance, but by a very fine knot of gold cord. There appeared to be no end to this knot, and no beginning. Never was a knot so cunningly twisted, nor with so many ins and outs, which roguishly defied the skillfulest fingers to disentangle them. And yet, by the very difficulty that there was in it, Pandora was the more tempted to examine the knot, and just see how it was made. Two or three times already she had stooped over the box, and taken the knot between her thumb and forefinger, but without positively trying to undo it.
"I really believe," said she to herself, that I begin to see how it was done. Nay, perhaps I could tie it up again after undoing it. There could be no harm in that, surely. Even Epimetheus would not blame me for that. I need not open the box, and should not, of course, without the foolish boy's consent, even if the knot were untied."
It might have been better for Pandora if she had had a little work to do, or anything to employ her mind upon, so as not to be so constantly thinking of this one subject. But children led so easy a life before any Troubles came into the world that they find really a great deal too much leisure. They could not be forever playing at hide-and-seek among the flower-shrubs, or at blind-man's buff with garlands over their eyes, or at whatever other games has been found out while Mother Earth was in her babyhood.
When life is all sport, toil is the real play. There was absolutely nothing to do. A little sweeping and dusting about the cottage, I suppose, and the gathering of fresh flowers (which were only too abundant everywhere), and arranging them in vases—and poor little Pandora's day's work was over. And then, for the rest of the day, there was the box!
After all. I am not quite sure that the box was not a blessing to her in its way. It supplied her with so many ideas to think of, and to talk about, whenever she had anybody to listen! When she was in good humor, she could admire the bright polish of its sides and the rich border of beautiful faces and foliage that ran all around it. Or, if she chanced to be ill-tempered, she could give it a push, or kick it with her naughty little foot. And many a kick did the box (but it was a mischievous box, as we shall see, and deserved all it got) many a kick did it receive. But certain it is, if it had not been for the box, our active-minded little Pandora would not have known half so well how to spend her time as she now did.
GUESSING WHAT WAS IN THE BOX
For it was really an endless employment to guess what was inside. What could it be, indeed? Just imagine, my little hearers, how busy your wits would be if there were a great box in the house, which, as you might have reason to suppose, contained something new and pretty for your Christmas or New Year's gifts. Do you think that you should be less curious than Pandora? If you were left alone with the box, might you not feel a little tempted to lift the lid? But you would not do it. Oh, fie! No, no! Only, if you thought there were toys in it, it would be so very hard to let slip an opportunity of taking just one peep!
I know not whether Pandora expected any toys; for none had yet begun to be made, probably, in those days, when the world itself was one great plaything for the children that dwelt upon it. But Pandora was convinced that there was something very beautiful and valuable in the box; and therefore she felt just as anxious to take a peep as any of these little girls here around me would have felt. For it was impossible, as you will easily guess, that the two children should keep the ugly swarm in their own little cottage. On the contrary, the first thing that they did was to fling open the doors and windows in hope of getting rid of them; and, sure enough, away flew the winged Troubles all abroad, and so pestered and tormented the small people, everywhere about, that none of them so much as smiled for many days afterwards.
And, what was very singular, all the flowers and dewy blossoms on earth, not one of which had hitherto faded, now began to droop and shed their leaves, after a day or two. The children, moreover, who before seemed immortal in their childhood, now grew older, day by day, and came soon to be youths and maidens, and men and women by-and-by, and aged people, before they dreamed of such a thing.
WHAT HOPE DOES FOR US
Meanwhile, the naughty Pandora and hardly less naughty Epimetheus remained in their cottage. Both of them had been grievously stung, and were in a good deal of pain, which, seemed the more adorable intolerable to them, because it was the very first pain that had ever been felt since the world began. Of course they were entirely unaccustomed to it, and could have no idea what it meant. Besides all this, they were in exceedingly bad humor, both with themselves and with one another. In order to indulge it to the utmost, Epimetheus sat down sullenly in a corner with his back toward Pandora; while Pandora flung herself upon the floor and rested her head on the fatal box. She was crying bitterly, and sobbing as if her heart would break.
Suddenly there was gentle little tap on the inside of the lid.
"What can that be?" cried Pandora, lifting her head.
But either Epimetheus had not heard the tap, or was too much out of humor to notice it. At any rate, he made no answer.
"You are very unkind," said Pandora, sobbing anew, "not to speak to me!"
Again the tap! It sounded like the tiny knuckles of a fairy's hand, knocking lightly and playfully on the inside of the box.
"Who are you?" asked Pandora, with a little of her former curiosity. "Who are you, inside of this naughty box?"
A sweet little voice spoke from within: "Only lift the lid, and you shall see."
"No, no," answered Pandora, again beginning to sob, "I have had enough of lifting the lid! You are inside of the box, naughty creature, and there you shall stay! There are plenty of your ugly brothers and sisters already flying about the world. You need never think that I shall be so foolish as to let you out!"
She looked toward Epimetheus as she spoke, perhaps expecting that he would commend her for her wisdom. But the sullen boy only muttered that she was wise a little too late.
"Ah," said the sweet little voice again. "You had much better let me out. I am not like those naughty creatures that have stings in their tails. They are no brothers and sisters of mine, as you would see at once, if you were only to get a glimpse of me. Come, come, my pretty Pandora! I am sure you will let me out!"
And, indeed, there was a kind of cheerful witchery in the tone that made it almost impossible to refuse anything which this little voice asked. Pandora's heart had grown lighter at every word that came from within the box. Epimetheus, too, though still in the corner, had turned half round, and seemed to be in rather better spirits than before.
"My dear Epimetheus," cried Pandora, "have you heard this little voice?"
"Yes, to be sure I have," answered he, but in no very good humor as yes. "And what of it?"
"Shall I lift the lid again?" asked Pandora.
"Just as you please," said Epimetheus. "You have done so much mischief already that perhaps you may as well do a little more. One other Trouble, in such a swarm as you have set adrift about the world, can make no very great difference."
"You might speak a little more kindly!" murmured Pandora, wiping her eyes.
"Ah, naughty boy!" cried the little voice within the box, in an arch and laughing tone. "He knows he is longing to see me. Come, my dear Pandora, lift up the lid. I am in a great hurry to comfort you. Only let me have some fresh air, and you shall soon see that matters are not quite so dismal as you think them!"
"Epimetheus," exclaimed Pandora, "come what may, I am resolved to open the box!"
"And, as the lid seems very heavy," cried Epimetheus, running across the room, "I will help you!"
So, with one consent, the children again lifted the lid. Out flew a sunny and smiling little personage, and hovered about the room, throwing a light wherever she went. Have you never made the sunshine dance into dark corners by reflecting it from a bit of looking-glass? Well, so looked the winged cheerfulness of this fairy-like stranger amid the gloom of the cottage. She flew to Epimetheus and laid the least touch of her finger on the inflamed spot where the Trouble had stung him, and immediately the anguish of it was gone. Then she kissed Pandora on the forehead, and her hurt was cured likewise.
After performing these good offices, the bright stranger fluttered sportively over the children's heads, and looked so sweetly at them that they both began to think it not so very much amiss to have opened the box, since, otherwise, their cheery guest must have been kept a prisoner among those naughty imps with stings in their tails.
"Pray, who are you, beautiful creature?" inquired Pandora.
"I am to be called Hope!" answered the sunshiny figure. "And because I am such a cheery little body, I was packed into the box, to make amends to the human race for that swarm of ugly Troubles, which was destined to be let loose among them. Never fear! We shall do pretty well in spite of them all."
"Your wings are colored like the rainbow!" exclaimed Pandora. "How very beautiful!"
"Yes, they are like the rainbow," said Hope, "because, glad as my nature is, I am partly made of tears as well as smiles."
"And will you stay with us," asked Epimetheus, "for ever and ever?"
"As long as you need me," said Hope, with her pleasant smile, "and that will be as long as you live in the world. I promise never to leave you. There may be times and seasons, now and then, when you will think that I have utterly vanished. But again, and again, and again, when perhaps you least dream of it, you shall see the glimmer of my wings on the ceiling of your cottage. Yes, my dear children, and I know something very good and beautiful that is to be Given you hereafter!"
"Oh, tell us," they exclaimed; "tell us what it is!"
"Do not ask me," replied Hope, patting her finger on her rosy mouth. "But do not despair, even if it should never happen while you live on this earth. Trust in my promise, for it is true."
"We do trust you!" cried Epimetheus and Pandora, both in one breath.
And so they did; and not only they, but so has everybody trusted Hope, that has since been alive. And, to tell You the truth, I cannot help being glad (though to be sure It was an uncommonly naughty thing for her to do) but I Cannot help being glad that our foolish Pandora peeped into the box. No doubt—no doubt—the Troubles are still flying about the world, and have increased in numbers, rather than lessened, and are a very ugly set of imps, and carry most venomous stings in their tails. I have felt them already, and expect to feel them more as I grow older. But then that lovely and lightsome little figure of Hope! What in the world could we do without her? Hope spiritualizes the earth; Hope makes it always new; and, even in the earth's best and brightest aspect, Hope shows it to be only the shadow of an infinite bliss hereafter!
NOTES AND QUESTIONS
Discussion. 1. How long ago did Pandora and Epimetheus live? 2. Find the lines that tell how different the world was then from what it is now. 3. Where did the box come from? 4. On what conditions was it given to Epimetheus? 5. Find lines that describe the box. 6. Why was Pandora interested in it? 7. In what way was it a blessing to Pandora? 8. What led her to open the box? 9. Do you thing Epimetheus was at fault? Why? 10. What happened when Pandora raised the lid of the box? 11. How did this affect the Paradise of Children? The flowers? The children? 12. What happened when Pandora opened the box a second time? 13. Why was Hope put into the box with the Troubles? 14. Why are the wings of Hope like the rainbows? 15. What does Hope do for us? 16. What qualities in Epimetheus do you like? 17. What did Hope mean by saying she was partly made of tears? 18. How does Hope "spiritualize" the earth, i.e., make it purer? 19. Tell what you can about the author. 20. On page 291 you were asked to notice the way in which these authors tell their stories; you have no doubt noticed that Hawthorne uses humor and fancy to add interest. 21. Point out examples of his humor. 22. What quaint fancy has he about the way food was provided when the world was young? 23. By what fancy does he increase our interest in the mystery of the box? 24. Class readings: Select passages to be read aloud in class. 25. Outline for testing silent reading. Tell the story briefly in your own words, using the topic headings given in the story. 26. You will enjoy seeing the pictures in the edition of The Wonder-Book that is illustrated by the well known artist, Maxfield Parrish. 27. Find in the Glossary the meaning of: caroling; mysterious; whence; pettishly; intelligent; babble; combine; pried; restore; constant; intent; pestered; witchery; personage; glimmer; lightsome. 28 Pronounce: Epimetheus; either; Pandora; threshold; livelong; disquietude; merry; forbear; accompany; perseveringly; vexations; profusion; mischievous; contrivance; ingenious; merest; lamentable; gigantic; molested; calamity; grievously; intolerable; hovered; destined; venomous; spiritualizes; aspect; infinite.
Phrases for Study
greatest disquietude, afflicted the souls, faint shadow of a Trouble, obtained a foothold, more enterprise, immortal in their childhood, unaccustomed to vexations, wrought together in such harmony, indulge in to the utmost, with one consent, high relief, performing these good offices, utter itself in words, roguishly defied, much amiss, toil is the real play, make amends, bewitchingly persuasive, brightest aspect, humor better suited, shadow of an infinite bliss. THE GOLDEN TOUCH
KING MIDAS AND HIS LOVE FOR GOLD
Once upon a time there lived a very rich man, and a King besides, whose name was Midas; and he had a little daughter, whom nobody but myself ever heard of, and whose name I either never knew, or have entirely forgotten. So, because I love odd name for little girls, I choose to call her Marygold.
This King Midas was fonder of gold than of anything else in the world. He valued his royal crown chiefly because it was composed of that precious metal. If he loved anything better, or half so well, it was the one little maiden who played so merrily around her father's footstool. But the more Midas loved his daughter, the more did he desire and seek for wealth. He thought, foolish man, that the best thing he could possibly do for his dear child would be to give her the immensest pile of yellow, glistening coin that had ever been heaped together since the world was make. Thus, he gave all his thoughts and all his time to this one Purpose. If ever he happened to gaze for an instant at the gold-tinted clouds of sunset, he wished that they were real gold and that they could be squeezed safely into his strong box. When little Marygold ran to meet him, with a bunch of buttercups and dandelions, he used to say, "Pooh, pooh, child! If these flowers were a golden as they look, they would be worth the plucking!"
And yet, in his earlier days, before he was so entirely possessed of this insane desire for riches, King Midas had shown a great taste for flowers. He had planted a garden, in which grew the biggest and beautifulest and sweetest roses that any mortal ever saw or smelled. These roses were still growing in the garden, as large, as lovely, and as fragrant as when Midas used to pass whole hours in gazing at the and inhaling their perfume. But now, if he looked at them at all, it was only to calculate how much the garden would be worth if each of the many rose-petals were a thin plate of gold.
At length (as people always grow more and more foolish, unless they take care to grow wiser and wiser) Midas had got to be so exceedingly unreasonable that he could scarcely bear to see or touch any object that was not gold. He made it his custom, therefore, to pass a large portion of every day in a dark and dreary apartment, underground, at the basement of the palace. It was here that he kept his wealth. To this dismal hole "for it was little better than a dungeon" Midas betook himself whenever he wanted to be particularly happy. Here, after carefully locking the door, he would take a bag of gold coin, or a gold cup as big as a washbowl, or a heavy golden bar, or a peck-measure of gold-dust, and bring them from the obscure corners of the room into the one bright and narrow sunbeam that fell from the dungeon-like window. He valued the sunbeam for no other reason but that his treasure would not shine without its help. And then would he reckon over the coins in the bag; toss up the bar, and catch it as it came down; sift the gold-dust through his fingers; look at the funny image of his own face, as reflected in the polished surface of the cup; and whisper to himself, "O Midas, rich King Midas, what a happy man art thou!"
Midas was enjoying himself in his treasure-room one Day as usual, when he saw a shadow fall over the heaps of Gold; and, looking suddenly up, what should he behold but The figure of a strange, standing in the bright and narrow Sunbeam! It was a young man with a cheerful and ruddy face. Whether it was that the imagination of King Midas threw a yellow tinge over everything, or whatever the cause might be, he could not help fancying that the smile with which the stranger regarded him had a kind of golden radiance in it.
As Midas knew that he had carefully turned the key in The lock, and that no mortal strength could possibly break Into his treasure-room, he of course concluded that his Visitor must be something more than mortal. It is no matter about telling you who he was. In those days, when the earth was comparatively a new affair, it was supposed to be often the resort of beings who had extraordinary powers, and who used to interest themselves in the joys and sorrows of men, women, and children, half playfully and half seriously, Midas had met such beings before now, and was not sorry to meet one of them again. The stranger's manner, indeed, was so good-humored and kindly that it would have been unreasonable to suspect him of intending any mischief. It was far more probable that he came to do Midas a favor. And what could that favor be, unless to multiply his heaps of treasure?
The stranger gazed about the room; and when his bright smile had glistened upon all the golden objects that were there, he turned again to Midas.
"You are a wealthy man, friend Midas!" he observed. "I doubt whether any other four walls on earth contain so much gold as you have piled up in this room."
"I have done pretty well pretty well," answered Midas, in a discontented tone. "But, after all, it is but a trifle, when you consider that it has taken me my whole life to get it together. If one could live a thousand years, he might have time to grow rich!"
"What!" exclaimed the stranger. "Then you are not satisfied?" Midas shook his head.
"And pray what would satisfy you?" asked the stranger. "Merely for the curiosity of the thing I should be glad to know."
Midas paused and meditated. He had a feeling that his stranger, with such a golden luster in his good-humored smile, had come hither with both the power and the purpose of gratifying his utmost wishes. Now, therefore, was the fortunate moment when he had but to speak and obtain whatever possible, or seemingly impossible, thing it might come into his head to ask. So he thought and thought and thought, and heaped up one golden mountain upon another in this imagination, without being able to imagine them big enough. At last, a bright idea occurred to King Midas. It seemed really as bright as the glistening metal which he loved so much.
Raising his head, he looked the lustrous stranger in the face.
"Well, Midas," observed his visitor. "I see that you have at length hit upon something that will satisfy you. Tell me your wish."
"It is only this," Replied Midas. "I am weary of collecting my treasures with so much trouble, and beholding the heap so small after I have done my best. I wish everything that I touch to be changed to gold!"
The stranger's smile grew so very broad that it seemed to fill the room like an outburst of the sun gleaming into a shadowy dell where the yellow autumnal leaves—for so looked the lumps and particles of gold—lie strewn in the glow of light.
"The Golden Touch!" exclaimed he. "You certainly deserve credit, friend Midas, for striking out so brilliant an idea. But are you quite sure that this will satisfy you?"
"How could it fail?" said Midas.
"And will you never regret the possession of it?"
"What could induce me?" asked Midas. "I ask nothing else to render me perfectly happy."
"Be it as you wish, then," replied the stranger, waving his hand in token of farewell. "Tomorrow, at sunrise, you will find yourself gifted with the Golden touch."
The figure of the stranger then became exceedingly bright, and Midas was forced to close his eyes. On opening them again he beheld only one yellow sunbeam in the room, and, all around him, the glistening of the precious metal which he had spent his life in hoarding up.
Whether Midas slept as usual that night, the story does not say. Asleep or awake, however, his mind was probably in the state of a child's to whom a beautiful new plaything has been promised in the morning. At any rate, day had hardly peeped over the hills when King Midas was broad awake, and stretching his arms out of bed, began to touch the objects that were within reach. He was anxious to prove whether the Golden Touch had really come, according to the stranger's promise. So he laid his finger on a chair by the bedside, and on various other things, but was grievously disappointed to perceive that they remained of exactly the same substance as before.
THE GIFT OF THE GOLDEN TOUCH
All this while, it was only the gray of the morning, with but a streak of brightness along the edge of the sky, where Midas could not see it. He lay in a very unhappy mood, regretting the downfall of his hopes, and kept growing sadder and sadder, until the earliest sunbeam shone through the window and gilded the ceiling over his head. It seemed to Midas that this bright yellow sunbeam was reflected in rather a singular way on the white covering of the bed. Looking more closely, what was his astonishment and delight, when he found that this linen fabric wad been changed to what seemed a woven texture of the purest and brightest gold! The Golden Touch had come to him with the first sunbeam!
Midas started up, in a kind of joyful frenzy, and ran about the room grasping at everything that happened to be in his way. He seized one of the bed-posts, and it became immediately a fluted golden pillar. He pulled aside a window-curtain in order to admit a clear spectacle of the wonders which he was performing; and the tassel grew heavy in his hand—a mass of gold. He took up a book from the table. At this first touch, it assumed the appearance of such a splendidly-bound and gilt-edged volume as one often meets with nowadays; but, on running his fingers through the leaves, behold! It was a bundle of thin golden plates, in which all the wisdom of the book had grown in distinct. He hurriedly put on his clothes, and was delighted to ace himself in magnificent suit of gold cloth, which retained its flexibility and softness, although it burdened him a little with its weight.
Wise King Midas was so excited by his good fortune that the palace seemed not sufficiently spacious to contain him. He therefore went downstairs and smiled on observing that the balustrade of the staircase became a bar of burnished gold as his hand passed over it in the descent. He lifted the door latch (it was brass only a moment ago, but golden when his fingers quitted it) and went into the garden. Here, as it happened, he found a great number of beautiful roses in full bloom, and others in all the stages of lovely bud and blossom. Very delicious was their fragrance in the morning breeze. Their delicate blush was one of the fairest sights in the world—so gentle, so modest, and so full of erect composure did these roses seem to be.
But Midas knew a way to make them far more precious, according to his way of thinking, than roses had ever been before. So he took great pains in going from bush to bush, and exercised his magic touch most freely; until every individual flower and bud, and even the worms at the heart of some of them, were changed to gold. By the time this good work was completed, King Midas was called to breakfast; and, as the morning air had given him an excellent appetite, he made haste back to the palace.
What was usually a king's breakfast, in the days of Midas, I really do not know, and cannot stop now to find out. To the best of my belief, however, on this particular morning, the breakfast consisted of hot cakes, some nice little brook-trout, roasted potatoes, fresh boiled eggs, and coffee, for King Midas himself, and a bowl of bread and milk for his daughter Marygold. At all events, this is a breakfast fit to be set before a king; and, whether he had it or not, King Midas could not have had a better.
Little Marygold had not yet made her appearance. Her father ordered her to be called, and, seating himself at table, awaited the child's coming, in order to begin his own breakfast. To do Midas justice, he really loved his daughter, and loved her so much the more this morning on account of the good fortune which had befallen him. It was not a great while before he heard her coming along the passage crying bitterly. This circumstance surprised him, because Marygold was one of the cheerfulest little people whom you would see in a summer day, and hardly shed a thimbleful of tears in a twelvemonth. When Midas heard her sobs, he determined to put little Marygold into better spirits by an agreeable surprise; so, leaning across the table, he touched his daughter's bowl (which was a china one, with pretty figures all around it) and turned it to gleaming gold.
Meanwhile, Marygold slowly and sadly opened the door, and showed herself with her apron at her eyes, still sobbing as if her heart would break.
"How now, my little lady!" cried Midas. "Pray what is the matter with you this bright morning?"
Marygold, without taking the apron from her eyes, held out her hand, in which was one of the roses which Midas had so recently changed.
"Beautiful!" exclaimed her father. "And what is there in this magnificent golden rose to make you cry?"
"Ah, dear father!" answered the child, as well as her sobs would let her, "it is not beautiful, but the ugliest flower that ever grew! As soon as I was dressed, I ran into the garden to gather some roses for you, because I know you like them, and like them the better when gathered by your little daughter. But, O dear, dear me! What do you think has happened? Such a misfortune! All the beautiful roses, that smelled so sweet and had so many lovely blushes, are blighted and spoiled! They are grown quite yellow, as you see this one, and have no longer any fragrance! What can have been the matter?"
"Pooh, my dear little girl, pray don't cry about it!" said Midas, who was ashamed to confess that he himself had wrought the change which so greatly afflicted her. "Sit down and eat your bread and milk! You will find it easy enough to exchange a golden rose like that (which will last hundreds of years) for an ordinary one, which would wither in a day."
"I don't care for such roses as this!" cried Marygold. "It has no smell, and hard petals prick my nose!"
THE KING'S BREAKFAST OF GOLD
The child now sat down to table, but was so occupied with her grief for the blighted roses that she did not even notice the wonderful change of her china bowl. Perhaps this was all the better; for Marygold was accustomed to take pleasure in looking at the queer figures and strange trees and houses that were painted on the outside of the bowl; and those ornaments were now entirely lost in the yellow hue of the metal.
Midas, meanwhile, had poured out a cup of coffee; and, as a matter of course, the coffee-pot, whatever metal it may have been when he took it up, was gold when he set it down. He thought to himself that it was rather an extravagant style of splendor, in a king of his simple habits, to breakfast off a service of gold, and began to be puzzled with the difficulty of keeping his treasures safe. The cupboard and the kitchen would no longer be a safe place of deposit for articles so valuable as golden bowls and coffee-pots.
Amid these thoughts, he lifted a spoonful of coffee to his lips, and sipping it, was astonished to perceive that, the instant his lips touched the liquid, it became molten gold, and, the next moment, hardened into a lump!
"Ha!" exclaimed Midas, rather aghast.
"What is the matter, father?" asked little Marygold, gazing at him, with tears still standing in her eyes.
"Nothing, child, nothing!" said Midas. "Eat your bread and milk before it gets quite cold."
He took one of the nice little trout on his plate, and, by way of experiment, touched its tail with his finger. To his horror, it was immediately changed from an admirably-fried brook-trout into a gold fish, though not one of those goldfish which people often keep in glass globes, as ornaments for the parlor. No; but it was really a metallic fish, and looked as if it had been very cunningly made by the nicest goldsmith in the world. Its little bones were now golden wires; its fins and tail were thin plates of gold; and there were the marks of the fork in it, and all the delicate, frothy appearance of a nicely fried fish, exactly imitated in metal. A very pretty piece of work, as you may suppose; only King Midas just at the that moment would much rather have had a real trout in his dish than his elaborate and valuable imitation of one.
"I don't quite see," thought he to himself, "how I am to get any breakfast!"
He took one of the smoking hot cakes, and had scarcely broken it, when, to his cruel mortification, though a moment before it had been of the whitest wheat, it assumed the yellow hue of Indian meal. To say the truth, if it had really been a hot Indian cake, Midas would have prized it a good deal more than he now did, when its solidity and increased weight made him know too well that it was old. Almost in despair, he helped himself to a boiled egg, which immediately underwent a change similar to that of the trout and the cake. The egg, indeed, might have been mistaken for one of those which the famous goose, in the story-book, was in the habit of laying; but King Midas was the only goose that had had anything to do with the matter.
"Well, this is a puzzle!" thought he, leaning back in his chair, and looking quite enviously at little Marygold, who was now eating her bread and milk with great satisfaction. "Such a costly breakfast, and nothing that can be eaten!"
Hoping that, by dint of great quickness, he might avoid what he now felt to be a considerable inconvenience, King Midas next snatched a hot potato, and attempted to cram It into his mouth and swallow it in hurry. But the Golden Touch was too nimble for him. He found his mouth full, not of mealy potato, but of solid metal, which so burned his tongue that he roared aloud, and, jumping up from the table, began to dance and stamp about the room, both with pain and affright.
"Father, dear father!" cried little Marygold, who was a very affectionate child, "pray, what is the matter? Have you burned your mouth?"
"Ah, dear child," groaned Midas, dolefully, "I don't know what is to become of your poor father!"
And, truly, my dear little folks, did you ever hear of such a pitiable case in all your lives? Here was literally the richest breakfast that could be set before a king, and its very richness made it absolutely good for nothing. The poorest laborer, sitting down to his crust of bread and cup of water, was far better off than King Midas, whose delicate food was really worth its weight in gold. And what was to be done? Already, at breakfast, Midas was very hungry. Would he be less so by dinner-time? And how ravenous would be his appetite for supper, which must undoubtedly consist of the same sort of indigestible dishes as those now before him! How many days, think you, would he survive the fate of this rich fare?
These thoughts so troubled wise King Midas that he began to doubt whether, after all, riches are the one desirable thing in the world; or even the most desirable. But this was only a passing thought. So pleased was Midas with the glitter of the yellow metal that he would still have refused to give up the Golden Touch for so small a consideration as a breakfast. Just imagine what a price for one meal's victuals! It would have been the same as paying millions and millions of money (and as many millions more as would take forever to reckon up) for some fried trout, an egg, a potato, a hot cake, and a cup of coffee!
"It would be quite too dear," thought Midas.
Nevertheless, so great was his hunger and perplexity of this situation, that he again groaned aloud, and very grievously too. Our pretty Marygold could endure it no longer. She sat a moment gazing at her father, and trying, with all the might of her little wits, to find out what was the matter with him. Then, with a sweet and sorrowful impulse to comfort him, she started from the chair, and running to Midas, threw her arms affectionately about his knees. He bent down and kissed her. He felt that his little daughter's love was worth a thousand times more than he had gained by the Golden Touch.
"My precious, precious Marygold!" cried he.
But Marygold made no answer.
Alas, what had he done? How fatal was the gift which the stranger gave! The moment the lips of Midas touched Marygold's forehead, a change had taken place. Her sweet, rosy face, so full of affection as it had been, assumed a glittering yellow color, with yellow tear-drops hardening on her cheeks. Her beautiful brown ringlets took the same tint. Her soft and tender little form grew hard and stiff within her father's encircling arms. O terrible misfortune! The victim of his great desire for wealth, little Marygold was human child no longer, but a golden statue!
Yes, there she was, with the questioning look of love, grief, and pity, hardened into her face. It was the prettiest and most woeful sight that ever mortal saw. All the features and tokens of Marygold were there; even the beloved little dimple remained in her golden chin. But, the more perfect was the resemblance, the greater was the father's agony at beholding this golden image, which was all that was left him of a daughter. It had been a favorite phrase of Midas, whenever he felt particularly fond of the child, to say that she was worth her weight in gold. And how the phrase had become literally true. And now, at last, when it was too late, he felt how infinitely a warm and tender heart that loved him exceeded in value all the wealth that could be piled up betwixt the earth and sky!
It would be too sad a story if I were to tell you how Midas, in the fullness of all his gratified desires, began to Wring his hands and bemoan himself; and how he could neither bear to look at Marygold, nor yet to look away from her.
WHAT KING MIDAS LEARNED
While he was in this despair, he suddenly beheld a stranger, standing near the door. Midas bent down his head, without speaking; for he recognized the same figure which had appeared to him the day before in the treasure-room, and had bestowed on him this unlucky power of the Golden Touch. The stranger's countenance still wore a smile, which Seemed to shed a yellow luster all about the room, and Gleamed on little Marygold's image, and on the other Objects that had been changed by the touch of Midas.
"Well, friend Midas," said the stranger, "pray how do you succeed with the Golden Touch?"
Midas shook his head.
"I am very miserable," said he.
"Very miserable, indeed!" exclaimed the stranger. "And how happens that? Have I not faithfully kept my promise with you? Have you not everything that your heart desired?"
"Gold is not everything," answered Midas. "And I have lost all that my heart really cared for."
"Ah! So you have made a discovery since yesterday?" observed the stranger. "Let us see, then. Which of these two things do you think is really worth the more—the gift of the Golden Touch, or one cup of clear cold water?"
"O blessed water!" exclaimed Midas. "It will never moisten my parched throat again!"
"The Golden Touch," continued the stranger, "or a crust of bread?"
"A piece of bread," answered Midas, "is worth all the gold on earth!"
"The Golden Touch," asked the stranger, "or your own little Marygold, warm, soft, and loving, as she was an hour ago?"
"Oh, my child, my dear child, my dear child!" cried poor Midas, wringing his hands. "I would not have given that one small dimple in her chin for the power of changing his whole big earth into a solid lump of gold!"
"You are wiser than you were, King Midas!" said the stranger, looking seriously at him. "Your own heart, I perceive, has not been entirely changed from flesh to gold. Were it so, your ease would indeed be desperate. But you appear to be still capable of understanding that the commonest things, such as lie within everybody's grasp, are more valuable than the riches which so many mortals sigh and struggle after. Tell me, now, do you sincerely desire to rid yourself of this Golden Touch?"
"It is hateful to me!" replied Midas.
A fly settled on his nose, but immediately fell to the Floor; for it, to had become gold. Midas shuddered.
"Go, then," said the stranger, "and plunge into the river that glides past the bottom of the your garden. Take likewise a vase of the same water, and sprinkle it over any object that you may desire to change back again from gold into its former substance. If you do this in earnestness and sincerity, it may possibly repair the mischief which your avarice has occasioned."
King Midas bowed low; and when he lifted his head, The lustrous stranger had vanished.
You will easily believe that Midas lost no time in snatching up a great earthen pitcher (but, alas! It was no longer earthen after he touched it) and hastening to the riverside. As he scampered along, and forced his way through the shrubbery, it was positively marvelous to see how the foliage turned yellow behind him, as if the autumn had been there, and nowhere else. On reaching the river's brink, he plunged headlong in, without waiting so much as to pull off his shoes.
"Poof! Poof! Poof!" snorted King Midas, as his head emerged out of the water. "Well, this is really a refreshing bath, and I think it must have quite washed away the Golden Touch. And now for filling my pitcher!"
As he dipped the pitcher into the water, it gladdened his very heart to see it change from gold into the same good, honest earthen vessel which it had been before he touched it. He was conscious, also, of a change within himself. A cold, hard, and heavy weight seemed to have gone out of his bosom. No doubt his heart had been gradually losing its human substance, and changing itself into dull metal, but had now softened back again into flesh. Seeing a violet that grew on the bank of the river, Midas touched it with his finger, and was overjoyed to find that the delicate flower retained its purple hue, instead of undergoing a yellow blight. The curse of the Golden Touch had, therefore, really been removed from him.
King Midas hastened back to the palace; and, I suppose, the servants knew not what to make of it when they saw their royal master so carefully bringing home an earthen pitcher of water. But that water, which was to undo all the mischief that his folly had wrought, was more precious to Midas than an ocean of molten gold could have been. The first thing he did, as you nee hardly be told, was to sprinkle it by handfuls over the golden figure of little Marygold.
No sooner did it fall on her than you would have laughed to see how the rosy color came back to the dear child's cheek!—and how she began to sneeze and splutter!—and how astonished she was to find herself dripping wet, and her father still throwing more water over her!
"Pray, do not, dear father!" cried she. "See how you have wet my nice frock, which I put on only this morning!"
For Marygold did not know that she had been a little golden statue; nor could she remember anything that had happened since the moment when she ran, with outstretched arms, to comfort poor King Midas.
Her father did not think it necessary to tell his beloved child how very foolish he had been, but contented himself with showing how much wiser he had now grown. For this purpose he led little Marygold into the garden, where he sprinkled all the remainder of the water over the rosebushes recovered their beautiful bloom. There were two circumstances, however, which, as long as he lived, used to put King Midas in mind of the Golden Touch. One was that the sands of the river sparkled like gold; the other that little Marygold's hair had now a golden tinge, which he had never observed in it before she had been changed by the effect of his kiss. This change of hue was really an improvement, and made Marygold's hair richer than in her babyhood.
When King Midas had grown quite an old man, and used to trot Marygold's children on his knee, he was fond of telling them this marvelous story, pretty much as I have now told it to your. And then would he stroke their glossy ringlets, and tell them that their hair, likewise, had a rich shade of gold, which they had inherited from their mother.
"And to tell you the truth, my precious little folks," quoth King Midas, diligently trotting the children all the while, "ever since that morning I have hated the very sight of all other gold save this!"
NOTES AND QUESTIONS
Discussion. 1. How did Midas think he could best show his love for this daughter? 2. What was his chief pleasure? 3. Describe the visitor who appeared to Midas in his treasure-room. 4. What did the stranger ask him? 5. Find the sentence that tells what Midas wished. 6. When did he receive his new power? 7. What use did he make of it? 8. What did Marygold think of the gold roses? 9. Why was not Midas's breakfast a success? 10. When did Midas first doubt whether riches are the most desirable thing in the world? 11. How did he drive this thought away? 12. What make him realize that his little daughter was dearer to him than gold? 13. Find lines that tell what he realized when it was too late. 14. What did the stranger ask when he came again? 15. What was the discovery that Midas mad made since the stranger's first visit? 16. How was Midas cured of the Golden Touch? 17. What was he told to do in order to restore Marygold to life? 18. What was the only gold he cared about after he was saved from the Golden Touch? 19. Find examples of human; of fanciful expressions, Such as "day had hardly peeped over the hills," of descriptions that you like. 20. Close readings: Select passages to be read aloud in class. 21. Outline for testing silent reading. Tell the story briefly in your own words, using the topic headings given in the story. 22. Find in the Glossary the meaning of: purpose; mortal; inhaling; induce; flexibility; balustrade; burnished; afflicted; affright; consideration; perplexity; fatal; agony; infinitely; desperate; earthen; conscious; molten. 23. Pronounce: Midas; calculate; particularly; obscure; tinge; extraordinary; mediate; composure; blighted; bath; cup; snarl; molten; aghast; admirably; metallic; frothy; pitiable; ravenous; indigestible; victuals; phrase; recognized; purebred; avarice.
Phrases for Study
comparatively a new affair, fairest goldsmith, woven texture, cruel mortification, wisdom of the book, by dint of great quickness, cunningly made, features and tokens.
GREAT AMERICAN AUTHORS
A Backward Look
A wonderful power lies in the Crystal Glass of Reading—the power to increase your circle of friends and to know intimately people who have lived in distant times and places. Through its power the great heroes of all ages—Joseph, Beowulf, Sigurd, Robin Hood, and our own Washington, Lincoln, and Roosevelt—become your companions.
Someone has said that the pen is mightier than the sword, which is another way of saying that great books have had more to do in shaping the lives and fortunes of men than bloody battles. The group of authors whose stories and poems you have just been reading is a company of friends whose thoughts about Nature, or about life and its meaning, have been a power in making America what it is today.
Acquaintance with these friends has been made easy for you; you have had placed before you their pictures and interesting facts about their lives, and best of all, you have been able to hear them tell their own thoughts. What authors are in this group? Which of them did you learn to know in Book IV and which were new to you in this book? Close your eyes and see whether your "inward eye" can picture the faces of Franklin, Bryant, Whittier, Irving, Longfellow, Hawthorne. Make one interesting statement concerning each author and his works. Quote lines from poems by Bryant, Whittier, and Longfellow. Make from memory a list of title of stories or poems you have read from each of these six American authors.
Benjamin Franklin founded the first public library in America; the picture on page 18 shows you what a library must have been like in the old Greek days, and page 288 pictures a view of the Congressional Library at Washington, the home of the complete works of all our American authors. The building is considered one of the most beautiful in the world; report to the class some interesting facts about this library that you have learned from someone who has seen it.
In the last paragraph of the Forward Look, you are asked to notice the way in which authors tell what they have to say. When Franklin was a young boy he was not at all satisfied with his way of writing, so he sat himself the task of noticing carefully how a certain English writer, whom he admired very much, expressed himself, and tried to pattern after him. Notice how Franklin made the story "An Ax to Grind" seem very real by using direct quotations; where else has he used direct quotations with the same result?
Notice the way Hawthorne added interest to his stories: (a) by touches of fancy; (b) by delicate humor; (c) by apt descriptions. Point out examples of each of these qualities in "The Paradise of Children." Make a similar showing for "The Golden Touch." Compare the two stories in regard to each of These qualities.
Turn to the pictures on pages 282, 297, 302, 321, and 309, and see whether you are able to tell what selection each panel-picture illustrates. You have read many stories in this book that show how fine a thing it is to serve, and so it seems fitting to have on the cover at your reader a picture of Hiawatha, who
"Lived and toiled, so I suffered, That the tribes of men might prosper, That he might advance his people!"
Make a list of the stories you have read in this book that tell about service. Read the lines in "The White-man's foot" that describe "the great canoe with pinions," which you see in the picture on the outside cover of this book. Since you began to use this book what progress have you hade in gaining ability to read silently with speed and understanding?
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abashed (a-bashed'), ashamed
abbey (ab'i), the home of monks
abbot (ab'ut), head of an abbey
above his fortune (for'toon), more than he can afford
absolutely (ab'so-loot-ly), positively
absurd inventions (ab-surd' in-ven'shuns), made-up stories not believable
abyes (a-bis'), a space so deep as not to be easily measured
accompany (ac-com'pa-ny), go with
accosted (ac-cost'ed), spoken to
accoutered (ac-cout'ered), dressed
accumulating (ac-cu'mu-lat-ing), piling up
acquainted (ac-quaint'ed), friendly with each other
adage (ad'age), a saying
admirably (ad'mi-ra-bly), well
ado (a-do'), fuss
adorn (a-dorn'), decorate
advance (ad-vance') his people, help his tribe of Indians to be better
advisers (ad-viz'ers), men with whom he talked
adz (adz'), tool for trimming wood
aerie (i'ry), high nest
Aesop (Ae'sop), a Greek slave who wrote many little stories
afflicted (af-flict'ed), distressed
afflicted (af-flict'ed) the souls, made people do wrong
affliction (af-flic'shun), trouble
affright (af-fright'), alarm
aftermath (aft'er-math), second crop
against all comers, with anyone he meets
age of doubt, time when people are not ready to believe
aghast (a-ghast'), startled
agility (a-gil'i-ty), quickness
agony (ag'o-ny), grief
alder (al'der), a kind of tree
alert (a-lert'), watchful
Ali Baba (A'li Bah'bah)
allied (al-lied'), joined
all in their best, dressed in their best clothes
all its endearments (en-dear'mentz), everything that makes it dear
allotted (al-lot'ted) time, time granted for doing anything
almanacs (al'ma-naks), small books containing a yearly calendar with little stories
aloes (al'oes), a precious wood
alternate (al-ter'nate), first one, then the other
ambitious (am-bi'shus), eager for
ambush in the oak-tree, hiding-place in the oak
amethyst (am'e-thyst), a clear purple or bluish violet; a precious stone
ancient, old; of old time
anecdote (an'ek-dote), a story
anemones (a-nim'o-nez), wild flowers of pale, dainty colors
anew (a-nu'), again
animal spirits, loud, rough play
anxious (ang'shus), troubled
ape the ways of pride, try to copy the
actions of proud people
apothecary (a-poth'uh-ca-ry), druggist
appeared concerned (ap-peared' con-surned'), seemed anxious
apple from the pine, pineapple
appointed (ap-point'ed), chosen beforehand for the feast
approached (ap-proacht'), went near to
approach (ap-proach') the bounds, come near the edge
Arabic (Ar'a-bik), language of Arabs
arch and laughing tone, merry, teasing voice
archery, shooting with bow and arrow
arching blue, sky
arch of the sunlit bow, curve of the rainbow
archway of rock, meeting place overhead of two rock walls
array (ar-ray',) order
artificar (ar-tif'i-sur), skilled worker
ash-cakes, unsweetened cakes baked on a hot shovel laid on the ashes
aspect, outlook; state
aspen (as'pen) bower, thicket of trees the leaves of which are easily moved by the wind
aspiring (as-pir'ing) genius, clever person who is trying to rise
assembled (as-sem'bld), collected
assumed (as-soomd') the ap-pear'ance of, looked like
asters (as'ters) in the brook, reflection of the asters in the water
astir (a-stur'), moving around
astonished (as-ton'isht), surprised
astride (a-stride') the traces, having one leg over one of the straps which fastened the plow to the horses
asunder (a-sun'der), apart
attendance (at-ten'dans) on levees (lev- ees'), going to receptions
attend his pleasure (plezh'ur), do his bidding
at their glittering (glit'ter-ing) best, shining as bright as possible
audible (au'di-b'l), that can be heard
aught but tender, any way except kind
autumnal (au-tum'nal), of autumn
avarice (av'a-ris), greed
averted (a-vurt'ed), turned aside
awakening (a-wak'n-ing) of the woods, the budding of the forest trees
awry (a-ri'), crooked
ay (I), yes
azure (azh'ur), sky-blue; the air
azure space, blue air above
babble (bab'bl), chatter
bade, told; told to
balas (bal'as), a kind of ruby
balked, (bal'kt) stopped
balm (balm), sticky dried juice
balsam (bal'sam), same as balm
balustrade (bal'us-trad'), railing
bandages (ban'daj-ez), strips of cloth
banditti (ban-dit'ti), robbers
barter (bar'ter) it all, trade all that I have gained
basswood (bas'wood), wood of the linden tree
battlements (bat'tl-ments), irregular top of the high walls of a castle
bayou (bi'oo), inlet
bazaars (ba-zars'), shops; marketplace
beam, ray of light
bear me ill-will, dislike me
bear no malice (mal'is), have no ill-will
beast of prey, flesh-eating animal
beat us holler, do things we cannot do
beauteous (bu'te-us) summer glow, lovely
brightness of summer time becalmed (be-kalmd'), prevented from sailing because of lack of wind
beechen (bech'en), of the beech tree
befall (be-fol'), happen to
beguile (be-gil'), charm
beguiled (be-gild'), tricked
beheld it aforetime (a-for'tim), see it before it arrived
belated (be-lat'ed) thriftless vagrant (va'grant), tardy, lazy wanderer
belfry (bel'fri), tower for a bell
bemoan (be-mon') himself, groan softly
beneath (be-neth') benevolent (be-nev'o-lent) friendship, kind and generous acts of a friend
benignant (be-nig'nant), kindly
beseems (be-semz') his quality (kwol'i'ti), fits his rank
beside himself with joy, so happy he did not know what to do
besmeared (be-smerd'), covered
best of cheer, things that make one most happy
betrayed (be-trayd'; be_tra'ed), given me to my enemy by a trick
bewinderment (be-wil'der-ment), perplexity
bewitchingly persuasive (be-wich'ing-li per-swa'siv), charmingly coaxing
Big-Sea-Water, Lake Superior
billowed like a russet ocean (bil'od; rus'et), reddish grass blew like waves
Bishop of Bingen (bish'up; bing'en), Hatto, who starved the poor and was shut up in a tower, where mice devoured him
bison (bi'sun), American buffalo
blanc-mange (bla-maenzh'), a dessert of starchy substances and milk
blare (blar), blow harshly
blest (blast), hard wind; loud, long sound
blazing in the sky, showing bright against the sky
blended ranks (blend'ed), mixed lines
blighted (blit'ed), withered
blithe (blith), happy; joyous
blossoming ground, earth covered with flowers
blue day, day when the sky is clear
blur in the eye, tear
boar (bor), wild hog
bonny (bon'i), gay
booming (boom'ing), hollow-sounding
boon (boon), favor
borne their part (born), done their share
born to rule the storm, naturally able to do anything
bosom (booz'um), front part
boundary (boun'da-ri), marking a division; separating
bound boy, boy hired out to work by the year for his board and a small wage
bound by a spell, charmed so that I could not move
bound'less space, the endless extent of the regions of the air
bound to him, made them love him
bounties (boun'tiz), generous gifts
bountiful traveler (boun'ti-fool trav'el-er) generous traveler
bowers (bou'erz), lovely rooms
bowl'ders (bol'derz), large stones
brake (brayk), valley enclosed by hills
braves, Indian men ready to fight
brawny (bra'ni), strong
breakers (brayk'erz), big waves striking the shore
break my fast, eat my meal
breathed a song, sang a song softly
breeches (brich'ez), short trousers
bridled (bri'd'ld), put the headpiece on
brig (brig), sailing ship with two masts
brightened as he sped (brit'nd), grew brighter as he mounted up into the sky
brightest aspect (as'pekt), look that is most attractive
brin'dled (brin'd'ld), having dark streaks or spots on a gray or yellowish brown ground; streaked
bring the hunting homeward, carry home what I shoot
broadfaced sun, round, cheerful sun
brocades (bro-kadz'), heavy silk woven with a raised figure or flower
brooding (brood'ing), thinking sadly
broom, a shrub with yellow flowers
brought to bale (bal), made trouble for
buffet (buf'et), slap
bulge (bulj), place bent in
bullies (bool'iz), teases
bulwark (bool'wark), protection; defense
bunting (bun'ting), cloth for flags
buoy (boi) float
burial (ber'i-al), act of placing in a grave
burnished (bur'nisht), shining
by dint of great quickness (dint), by acting very fast
by way of satisfying (sat'is-fi'ing), in order to quiet the prickings of
calamity (ka-lam'i-ti), misfortune
calculate (kal'ku-lat), figure up
Caliph (ka'lif), an Eastern title
calked (kalkt), stopped up
calls but the warders (wor'derz), only calls the watchmen
calm (kaem), a period of quiet
came into the knowledge of, was told
came into the world, took part in the business, political, social; etc., activities of the world
canoe with pinions (ka-noo'; pin'yunz), sailboat
capital crime (kap'i-tal), a sin so bad that it is punished by death
care is sowing, worry and work are making grow
carnage (kar'naj), killing
caroling (kar'ul-ing), singing
carriages (kar'ij-ez), carts
cast yourself free, unroll
cataract's laughter (kat'a-rakts laf'ter), laughing sound made by water falling from a height
catches the gleam, reflects the light
cathedral (ka-the'dral), large church
caution (kau'shun); carefulness
ceased their calling (sest), stopped singing because they have migrated
ceremony (ser'e-mo-ni), formal act
chafe (chaf) rub, trying to get through
chagrin (sha-grin'), annoyance
chalcedony (ka1-sed'o-ni), a beautiful, very hard stone
changeful April (chanj'fool), April has sudden changes of weather
channel (chan'el), bed of the stream
charger (char'jer), fine horse
charm, something with magic power
chastened (chas'nd), with a softer light
cheering power of spring, how spring makes one glad
cherished (cher'isht), lovingly cared for
cherished possessions (cher'isht po-zesh'unz), dearest things he had
chieftain (chef'tin), one, who gave orders
chore (chor), light task
christening (kris'n-ing), naming
ciphering (si'fer-ing), working examples
curcuit (sur'kit), round-about trip
circumference (ser-kum'fer-ens), distance around the edge of a circle
clamber (klam'ber), climb
clapboard (klap'bord), narrow board
clatter, rattling noise
clearings, ground where the trees have been cut
cleft the bark asunder (a-sun'der), split the bark
clogging (klog'ing), hindering
close couching (kouch'ing), crouching so as to be hidden
close the seams together, make the cracks tight
cloud-rack of a tempest, flying, broken clouds after a storm
coffers (kof'ers), treasure chests
Cogia Houssam (ko'gya hoo'sam)
collected (ko-lekt'ed), thoughtful
collected her thoughts (ko-lekt'ed), thought quickly
combine (kom-bin'), form themselves
come what may, no matter what happens
Commander of the Faithful (ko-man'der; fath'fool), leader of those true to the Mohammedan religion. The title is given to the Caliphs
commanding lookout (ko-mand'ing look'out'), place from which the surrounding neighborhood can be seen
commission (ko-mish'un), thing to be done
comparatively a new affair (kom-par'a-tiv-li; a-far'), a world that had been made only a short time
composure (kom-po'zhur), calmness
comrades (kom'radz), mates
concealed (kon-seld'), hidden
confident mood (kon'fi-dent mood), feeling sure I could do it
confounded with astonishment (kon-found'ed; as-ton'ish-ment), so surprised that they could not think
confused (kon-fuzd'), bothered
conjoined of them all (kon-joind'), made of all together
connected with himself (ko-nekt'ed), have reference to him
conscious (kon'shus), aware
consequence (kon'se-kwens), result
consideration (kon-sid'er-a'shun), reason constant (kon'stant), regular
constellation (kon'ste-la'shun), a group of stars
constituting (kon'sti-tut'ing), making up
consul (kon'sul), one who lives in a foreign country to look after the business interests of his own country there
contemptible (kon-temp'ti-b'1), mean
contracts (kon-trakts'), makes
contrivance (kon-triv'ans), device
contrived (kon-trivd'), made
contrive to bury (kon-triv'; ber'i), manage to bury
conveyed (kon-vad'), given over
coppers (kop'erz), pennies
cord, string of the bow
cornice (kor'nis), high molding around the walls
corporeal sensations (kor-po're-al sen-sa'shunz), coarse pleasures
corpse (korps), dead body
corselet (kors'1et), armor for the body
council of war (koun'sil), meeting to make plans
counsels (koun'selz), advice
count all your boasts, even though you present your many charms
count like misers (mi'zerz), count as lovingly as do misers their money
county town, town where the business of the county (holding court, paying taxes, etc.), is carried on
coursers (kor'serz), swift horses; here reindeer
courteous (kur'te-us), polite
court favor (kort fa'ver), good will of the ruler or other high personage
courtiers (kort'yerz), those in attendance at the court of a ruler
cover (kuv'er), underbrush large enough to hide behind
cowering (kou'er-ing), hovering
creation (kre-a'shun), the world
crestfallen (krest'fol'n), cast down
cresting the billows (krest'ing; bi1'oz), adorning the top of the waves
crevice (krev'is), crack
crew of gypsies, band of ragamuffins
cross-brace, the piece of wood between the plow handles
crown of his desire, thing he wanted most
cruel mortification (kroo'el mor'ti-fi-ka'shun), very great annoyance
cruise (krooz), trip in a boat
cunning (kun'ing), tricky
cunningly made, skillfully made
cupboard (kub'erd), a closet for dishes
curmudgeon (kur-muj'un), miser
curtsy (kurt'si), bow
cymbals (sim'balz), pair of brass half globes clashed together to produce a ringing sound
Dacotahs (da-ko'taz), Sioux (Soo)
Daedalus of yore (ded'a-lus) Daedalus of olden time. The story is that he escaped from prison by flying with wings he had made
dames, married women
daunted (dant'ed), frightened
daybeds, resting places in daytime
deathless fame (deth'les), lasting glory
deck her bosom (booz'um), trim the front of the canoe
deems (demz), thinks
deer-skin dressed and whitened, skins of deer, which had been cleaned, smoothed, and bleached
defile (de-fi1'), narrow pass
defunct tenant (de-funkt' ten'ant), man who formerly lived there but is dead
dejected (de-jekt'ed), downhearted
delicate crafts employ (del'i-kat), use your skill in cooking
dell, small valley
deposited (de-poz'it-ed), put away
derision (de-rizh'un), mockery
desert (dez'ert), uninhabited by man
design (de-zin'), plan
desolation (des'o-la'shun), ruin
despair (de-spair'), hopelessness
desperate (des'per-at), hopeless
dessert (de-zurt'), fruit, pastry, etc., served at the close of a meal
destined to be let loose (des'tind), fated to be free
diamond (di'a-mund), precious stone
diminished (di-min'isht); made less
diminutive (di-min'u-tiv), tiny
directly (di-rekt'li), at once
disaster (diz-as'ter), great trouble
discloses (dis-kloz'ez), lets be seen
discover (dis-kuv'er), find out
dismounted (dis-moun'ted), threw down off its mountings
disputed (dis-put'id), argued; talked each against the others
disquietude (dis-kwi'e-tud), uneasiness
dissuading (di-swad'ing), advising away from
distant days that shall be, time to come but still far-off
diversified (di-vur'si-fid), made to have a look of variety
docile (dos'il), gentle
down of a thistle (this'l), lightest thing you can think of
down timber (tim'ber), fallen trees
dowry (dou'ri), gift of a man to his bride
draft (draft), one drink
dread silence reposes (dred si'lens re-poz'ez), sleeps quietly, so we fear it
dreamy recollection (rek'o'lek'shun), faint memory
drink your health, wish you good health when beginning to drink, usually at a meal
driven (driv'en), blown before the wind
droll (drol), laughable
drooping (droop'ing), with hanging heads
droop o'er the sod, hang over a grave
drought (drout), lack of rain
dry and dumb (dum), dried up and still because there is no water to ripple
ducat (duk'at), old gold coin ($2.28)
dungeon (dun'jun), underground prison
dusk'y pods (dus'ki), dark-colored seed vessels
duty holds him fast (du'ti), he knows he ought to stay
each in its turn the sway, one after the other ruled
eager hand (e'ger), hand that could hardly wait
earth-bound ties, roots which hold it in the ground
ear'th'en (ur'th'n), earthenware
earth was young, world had not long existed
Eastern lands, Asia and Africa
eaves (evz), edges of the roof which overhang the walls slightly
echo (ssk'o), say over again
echoing corridor (ek'o-ing kor'i-dor), long, empty hall in which they could hear their own footsteps
ell (el), forty-five inches
enchantment (en-chant'ment), magic
en-circled (en-sur'kl'd), wound around
en-counter (en-koun'ter), meeting
engines (en'jinz), implements
enterprise (en'ter-priz), undertaking; willingness to try different things
epidemic (ep'i-dem'ik), a disease which one person takes from another
equipage (ek'wi-paj), horses and carriage
ere (ar), before
esteem (Ls-tem'), good opinion
evaporated (e-vap'o-rat-ed), passed away from me
ever-officious Tonish (o-fish'us ton'ish), Tonish, who was always doing too much
every part has a voice (ev'er-i), each stripe and star means something
evident intention (ev'i-dent in-ten'shun), plain purpose
Ewayea (e-wa-ya'), a lullaby
exaggerations (eg-zaj'er-a'shunz), overstatements
excess (ek-ses'), too much
exile (ek'sil), one away from home
explore (eks-plor'), examine thoroughly
expound (eks-pound'), explain
express consent (eks-pres' kon-sent'),
especial permission being given
extending themselves (eks-tend'ing), spreading out so as to be at a distance from each other
extinguish (eks-ting'gwish), put out
extraordinary (eks-tror'di-na-ri), surprising; unusual
exulted (eg-zult'ed), was glad
exulting, glean (eg-zult'ing glen), rejoicing, harvest
eyeglass of dew (i'glas'; du), a dew-drop
fading, losing the original color
fail of the fruits, have not the fruits
faint shadow of a trouble, only a hint of unhappiness
fair voyage (voi'aj), trip without severe storms or accidents
fallow (fa1'o), pale yellow
Falls of Minnehaha (min'e-ha'ha), a waterfall near Minneapolis
false estimates (fols es'ti-mats), wrong judgment
faltering (fol'ter-ing), stopping
fame, being known everywhere
fame so becoming to you (be-kum'ing), glory that suits you so well
famous roebuck (ro'buk), fine, big deer
fantastic forms (fan-tas'tik), strange shapes
fashioned (fash'und), shaped; made
fashioned flutes (fash'und), made pipes from which he blew music
fast in my fortress (for'tres), held firmly by my love.
fatal (fa'tal), destructive
fatigue (fa-teg'), weariness
favorable gale (fa'ver-a-b'l gal), wind blowing in the direction he wished to sail
feasting his eyes, enjoying looking at
features and tokens (fe'turz; to'k'nz), parts of the face, and expression
feeling but one heart-beat, all having the same feelings and wishes
feet unwilling, moving slowly without interest
fenlands (fen'landz'), swamps
fervently (fur'vent-li), warmly
feuds (few-dz), quarrels
fevered mart (fev'erd mart), market place full of excitement
fib'rous (fi'brus), made of fibers; strong
filled the night, made it all light
fissure (fish'ur), narrow crack
fitfully blows (fit'fool-li), blows and then stops
fit to be made a tool of, suitable to be deceived by flattery to do the work of others
flags, long, narrow leaves of a plant
flanking parties, riders who were going to stand at the sides
flaunt (flant), make a great showing of
flaunting (flant'ing), waving
flaunting nigh (falnt'ing al), making a great show near them
flecked with leafy light, spotted with sunlight shining through the trees
fleck its lonely spread (flek), show as a dark spot against the great stretch of grass
flesh creeps, shudder with horror
flexibility (flek'si-bil'i-ti), ability to be bent
flight of song, where a song goes
flitting (flit'ing), flying about
flow in music, glide along so as to make pleasant sounds
flow'ry dells, little valleys with flowers in them
flutter (flut'er), are in motion
foliage (fo'li-aj), leafy plants
folly laughs to scorn (fol'i lafs to skorn), one who is foolish makes fun of
forbear (for-bear'), keep from
forbear thy stroke (for-bear'), do not chop it down
forbidding further passage (for-bid'ing fur'ther pas'aj), keeping them from going on
forbore (for-bor'), held back
ford, a shallow place where the soldier could cross without a bridge
forefather (for'fath'er), ancestor
forehead (for'ed), upper part of the face
forest-fighters (for-est-fit'erz), men used to fighting among trees
forest's life was in it, it was made from the trees and seemed alive like them
forever and a day, for all time
for-lore' (for-lorn'), poor and lonely
former state, condition it had been in
formidable (for'mi-da-b'l), dreadful
fortnight (fort'nit), two weeks
foul footsteps pollution (po-1u'shun), dishonor of the country, caused by an enemy being in it
fowling piece, gun for shooting birds
fragments (frag'ments), scraps
fragrant (fra'grant), sweet-smelling frame of mind, feeling this way
franchise of this good people (fran'chiz), vote of the men of this colony
freight'ing (fra'ting), burden
freight it with (frat), load the boat with
frenzy (fren'zi), joyous madness
frequented (fre-kwent'ed), visited
fretted, tired; teased
frigate (frig'at), light, sailing warship fringed with trees, with a thin line of trees along it
frol'ic (frol'ik), play
frolic chase, game of running after each other
frosted (frost'ed), frostbitten, and, as a result, loosened
frothy (froth'i), having bubbles
frowning pine forest (froun'ing pin for'est), dark evergreen forest
fugitives (fu'ji-tivz), horses which were trying to escape
full glory reflected (re-flekt'ed), with all its colors showing
full of invention (in-ven'shun), good at thinking up plans
furrows (fur'oz), shallow trenches made by the plow
furze (furz), an evergreen shrub with yellow flowers
gainsaid (gan'sed'), changed
gallantly (gal'ant-li), bravely
gallantly streaming (gal'ant-li strem'ing), bravely flying
gaunt (glint), thin from, hunger
gauze (goz), thin, transparent stuff
gave me a good character (kar'ak- said I was a reliable man
gave myself up for lost, stopped having any hope of being saved
genial (je'ni-al), favorable to growth
genial hour (je'ni-al), pleasant spring time
genius (jen'yus), a person who can do more or better than ordinary people
Genius (jen'yus), a powerful spirit
gentian (jen'shan), a beautiful flowering plant, usually blue
gesture (jes'tur), motion
ghastly spectacle (gast'li spec'ta- horrible sight
gigantic (ji-gan'tik), very large
gilt, gold-plated metal
gimlet (gim'let), tool which bores small holes as it is turned
Gitche Gum'ee (gi'che OW), Lake Superior
gitche Manito (gi'che man'i-to), Great Spirit
give back the cry, answer
give me thought for thought, tell me his ideas and listen to mine
glade (glad), an open, grassy space in a wood
gladness breathes, joy seems to come
gleaming (glem'ing), light
glens, little valleys
dimmer (glim'er), gleam
glimmering o'er (glim'er-ing), shining brightly over corn and people
glittering (glit'er-ing), shining
glorified the hill (glo'ri-fid), sent beautiful rays of light upon the hill
glory fell chastened (chas'nd), his light at the height of its brightness cast but a soft light
glossy (glos'i), shining
gold'en ears before (gol'd'n), yellow ears of corn taken from their husks and piled in front of the huskers
goodly root (good'li root), the much prized potato
gophers (go'ferz), ground-squirrels
gorgeous (gor'jus), magnificent; beautiful
gossip of swallows, bird-notes that sound like chatter
go the entire round, make the furrow around the field
Governer (guv'er-ner), the chief man of the colony
gracious-ly (gra'shus-li), with kind courtesy
granaried harvest (gran'a-rid), grain and vegetables stored for the winter
gratifying his utmost wishes (grat'i-fy-ing), giving him anything he might wish for
grave (grav), serious-looking
gray of the morning, faint light before the sun is up
greatest disquietude (dis-kwe'e-tood), worst trouble
Great Spirit, God
grievously (grev'us-li), painfully
grim, stern; unyielding
grimace (gri-mas'), made-up face
griping landlord (grip'ing), stingy man who rents houses for high rent
grope (grop), feel without seeing
grow into tangles (tang'g'lz), grow wild as in the woods or fields
guard thy repose (gard; re-poz'), protect you while you sleep
guidance (gid'ans) showing him the right course to take
guided of my counsel (gid'ed; koun'-sul), take my advice
guiding lines (gid'ing), reins by which horses are driven
guileless (gil'les), pure in heart
guinea (gin'i), English coin ($5.11)
gullies (gul'iz), small valleys dug out by water
gushing (gush'ing), freely flowing
habitable (hab'it-a-b'l), fit to live in
had occasion to go out (o-ka'zhun), needed to go somewhere in the town
hailed his coming, called out gladly when they saw him
half-faced camp, shack with three walls and one open side
half-section of unfenced sod, 320 acres of unbroken ground with no fence
hallooed (ha-lood'), shouted halloo
hallow us there (ha1'o), give us a feeling at home as of sacred things
hamlet without name (ham'let), few houses near together, but not called a town
hampers (ham'perz), woven baskets
handiwork (han'di-wurk'), what I make
hand of art, tasteful plan
happily arranged, growing in pretty clumps
hardy gift (har'di), fruit of the sturdy plant which is given by the earth
harrowing additions (har'o-ing a-dish'unz), things added that are painful to hear
hart (hart), male red deer Harunal-Rashid' (ha-roon'-ar-ra-shed'), Caliph of Bagdad
harvest (har'vest), dry seeds
has an ax to grind, wants someone to do some hard work without pay
hate is shadow, feelings of dislike darken everything
haughty (ho'ti), proud
haunches (hanch'ez), hind legs
haunt (hint), come back again and again
haunts (hants), places where one loves to go often
haunts of Nature (na'tur), out-of-doors
havoc of war (hav'ok), ruin caused by fighting
hawk-eyed eagerness (hok-id e'ger-nes), watching impatiently and with the sharpness of a hawk
hearken (har'ken), listen
hearthrug (harth'rug), rug in front of the fireplace
heart outran his footsteps, wanted to be there before he was
hearts-ease, comfort in trouble
hearts right hand of friendship, a greeting that shows we feel friendly
heath (heth), land covered with heather, which has a purple blossom
heav'n-rescued land (hev'n-res'kud), country saved by God
heavy-rolling flight, running with a rocking movement from side to side
heir (ar), one who takes the property of another after he is through with it
helm (helm), helmet, a protection for the head; the machinery that steers the ship
he must be cold, he lacks feeling
herb'age (ur'baj), grass and other plants eaten by grazing animals
here, on earth
heroic blood (he-ro'ik), descended from brave men
hewed (hud), chopped
hidden silk has spun (hid'n), threads of down in the pod that resemble those which the silkworm spins
hideous (hid'e-us), horrible-looking
hie (hi), go; take
high relief (re-lef') carved so that the features stood up from the box
hireling (hir'ling), paid soldier
his proper sphere (prop'er sfer), his own place
his reverence (rev'er-ens), the minister
hither (hith'er), here
hoard (hord), supply of provisions
hoary (hor'i), old and gray
hold (hold), lower part of a ship, where cargo is stored
hollows that rustle between' (hol'oz; rus'l be-twen'), low, quiet places between large, noisily-roiling waves
home-brew served for wine, home-made drinks were used instead of wine
homely old adage (hom'li; ad'aj), common saying
horror (hor'er), great fear
horror of my situation (hor'er; sit'u-a'shun), great danger of the place I was in
horseplay, rude play or jokes
host (host), great number
hotly pressed, closely followed
hovel (hov'r1), small, poor house
hovered (hub'erd), fluttered
huddled (hud'ld), crowded
hue (hu), color
hues of summer's rainbow (huz), colors in the rainbow in summer
human (hu'man), exactly like man
Humber (hum'ber), a river in northeastern England
humble (hum'b'l), lowly; not proud
humor (hu'mer), temper
humor better suited to his own (hu'-mer), more like his
hurrah (hoo-ra'), a word used as a shout of joy
hurricane (hur'i-kan), great storm
hush of woods, quiet of the forest
Icarus (ik'a-rus), the son of Daedalus—which *see*
ideas (i-de'az) thoughts
idle, golden freighting (fra'ting), burden of golden-colored autumn leaves
if to windward, if the hunter is in the direction from which the wind blows
imaginable (i-maj'i-na-b'l), I could think of; possible
immortal in their childhood (i-mor'-tal), so placed that they would never grow any older
Imperial (im-pe'ri-al), royal
imperious (im-pe'ri-us), demanding much
implement (im'ple-ment), tool
imply a share of reason (im-pli'; re'-z'n), suggest some power to think
impression continuing (im-presh'-un kon-tin'u-ing), the effect remaining
inability (in-a-bil'i-ti), that you cannot
incalculable (in-kal'ku-la-b'l), cannot be counted
incapable (in-ka'pa-b'l), not able
incline (in-klin'), slope
in darker fortunes tried (for'tunz), they had when they were poor
indifference (in-dif'er-ens), not caring
indigestible (in'di-jes'ti-b'l), impossible to digest
indignation (in'dig-na'shun), anger against what is wrong
induce (in-dus'), cause
indulge it to the utmost (in-dulj'; ut'most), be as cross as be could
infinite (in'fi-nit), everlasting
infinitely (in'fi-nit-li), much more
ingenious (in-jan'yus), clever
inhaling (in-hal'ing), smelling
inheritance (in-har'i-tans), a gift from our ancestors
initial mound (in-ish'al), first furrow around the field
inquiries (in-kwir'iz), questioning
in such wise, so fiercely
intelligent (in-tel'i-jent), clever
intent upon (in-tent'), interested in
interminable forests (in-tur'mi-na-b'l), woods that seemed endless
interrupt his lay (in'te-rupt'), stop his song
in the largest sense, in the broadest meaning
intimate association (in'ti-mat a-so'si-a'shun), close companionship
intolerable (in-tol'er-a-b'l), unbearable
intruder (in-troo'der), an uninvited guest
invention (in-ven'shun), schemes
Islands of the Blessed (i'landz; bles'-ed), in mythology, islands where people lived happily, after death
isles (ilz), islands
jasper (jas'per), a dark, hard stone
jaunty (jan'ti), gay and easy
jib (jib), swing around
joined to such folly (fol'i), a partner in such foolishness
joyance (joi'ans), happiness
judgment (juj'ment), idea; opinion
Justiciar (jus-tish'i-ar), chief judge
justs/jousts (justs), mock fights between knights on horseback
Kagh (kag), the hedgehog
keel (kel), bottom of a ship
kept, made to go on
khan (kan), an unfurnished building for the use of traveling traders
King's Council (koun'sil), men who met with the King to advise him
kissed into green (kist), changed to green when touched by the sun's rays
knight (nit), in Great Britain, a man with the title Sir
knights of old (nits), men of olden times who went about doing brave deeds
knoll (nol), a little round hill
knows full well, knows very well
lady, the wife of a knight
lamentable (lam'in-taa-b'l), distressed
lamentable tone, sad voice
languidly (lang'gwid-li), carelessly
lank (lank), thin
lapsed (lapst), slipped
larch (larch), tree which looks like an evergreen but sheds its needles
lariat (lar'i-at), long rope with running noose
laudable (lod'a-b'l), praiseworthy
launch (lanch), get it afloat
lavish horn (lav'ish), overflowing horn; from the mythological story of the horn that could become filled with whatever its possessor desired
lea (le), ground covered with grass
league (lee-g), about three miles
learned (lur'ned), highly educated
learning (lurn'ing), knowledge
leave unmoved (un-moovd'), unharmed
lee of the land, shelter of the shore
legends (lef'endz), old stories only partly true
lei'sure (le'zhur), time to do what he wished
levee (lev-e'), reception given by a ruler or his representative