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05 - The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus - L Frank Baum
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Truly our clause had wisdom for his good fortune but strengthened his resolve to befriend the little ones of his own race. He knew his plan was approved by the immortals, else they would not have favored him so greatly. So he began at once to make acquaintance with mankind. He walked through the valley to the plane beyond and crossed the plane in many directions to reach the abodes of men. These stood singly or in groups of dwellings called villages and in nearly all the houses, whether big or little, clause found children. The youngsters soon came to know his merry laughing face and the kind glance of his bright eyes and the parents, while they regarded the young man with some scorn for loving children more than their elders, were content that the girls and boys had found a playfellow who seemed willing to amuse them. So the children romped and played games with clause and the boys rode upon his shoulders and the girls nestled in his strong arms, and the babies clung fondly to his knees. Wherever the young man chanced to be, the sound of childish laughter followed him. And to understand this better, you must know that children were much neglected in those days and received little attention from their parents, so that it became to them a marvel that so goodly a man as clause devoted his time to making them happy. And those who knew him were, you may be sure, very happy indeed. The sad faces of the poor and abused grew bright for once. The cripple smiled despite his misfortune. The ailing ones hushed their moans and the grieved ones their cries when their merry friend came nigh to comfort them. Only at the beautiful palace of the Lord of Lird and at the frowning castle of the barren brown was clause refused admittance. There were children at both places, but the servants at the palace shut the door in the young stranger's face, and the fierce barren threatened to hang him from an iron hook on the castle walls. Whereupon clause sighed and went back to the poorer dwellings where he was welcome. After a time the winter drew near. The flowers lived out their lives and faded and disappeared. The beetles burrowed far into the warm earth, and the butterflies deserted the meadows, and the voice of the brook grew hoarse as if it had taken cold. One day snowflakes filled all the air in the laughing valley, dancing boisterously toward the earth and clothing in pure white raiment the roof of clause's dwelling. At night Jack Frost wrapped at the door. "Come in!" cried clause. "Come out!" answered Jack, "for you have fire inside." So clause came out. He had known Jack Frost in the forest and liked the jolly rogue even while he mistrusted him. "There will be rare sport for me tonight, clause," shouted the sprite, "isn't this glorious weather. I shall nip scores of noses and ears and toes before day break." "If you love me Jack, spare the children," begged clause. "And why?" asked the other in surprise. "They are tender and helpless," answered clause. "But I love to nip the tender ones," declared Jack. "The older ones are tough and tire my fingers." "The young ones are weak and cannot fight you," said clause. "True," agreed Jack thoughtfully. "Well, I will not pinch a child this night if I can resist the temptation," he promised. "Good night, clause." "Good night." The young man went in and closed the door, and Jack Frost ran on to the nearest village. Claws threw a log on the fire which burned up brightly. Beside the hearth sat blinky, a big cat given him by Peter the nook. Her fur was soft and glossy, and she purred, never-ending songs of contentment. "I shall not see the children again soon," said clause to the cat, who kindly paused in her song to listen. "The winter is upon us. The snow will be deep for many days, and I shall be unable to play with my little friends." The cat raised a paw and stroked her nose thoughtfully, but made no reply. So long as the fire burned and claws sat in his easy chair by the hearth, she did not mind the weather. So passed many days and many long evenings. The cupboard was always full, but claws became wary with having nothing to do more than to feed the fire from the big wood-pile the nooks had brought him. One evening he picked up a stick of wood and began to cut it with his sharp knife. He had no thought, at first, except to occupy his time, and he whistled and sang to the cat, as he carved away portions of the stick, Puss set up on her haunches and watched him, listening at the same time to her master's merry whistle, which she loved to hear even more than her own purring songs. Claws glanced at Puss and then at the stick he was whittling, until presently the wood began to have a shape, and the shape was like the head of a cat, with two ears sticking upward. Claws stopped whistling to laugh, and then both he and the cat looked at the wooden image in some surprise. Then he carved out the eyes and the nose, and rounded the lower part of the head so that it rested upon a neck. Puss hardly knew what to make of it now, and sat up stiffly as if watching with some suspicion what would come next. Claws knew. The head gave him an idea. He plied his knife carefully and with skill, forming slowly the body of the cat, which he made to sit upon its haunches as the real cat did, with her tail wound around her two front legs. The work cost him much time, but the evening was long and he had nothing better to do. Finally he gave a loud and delighted laugh at the result of his labours and placed the wooden cat, now completed upon the hearth opposite the real one. Puss thereupon glared at her image, raised her hair in anger and uttered a defiant mew. The wooden cat paid no attention, and Claws much amused laughed again. Then blinky advanced toward the wooden image to eye it closely and smell of it intelligently. Eyes and nose told her the creature was wood in spite of its natural appearance, so Puss resumed her seat and her purring, but as she neatly washed her face with her padded paw she cast more than one admiring glance at her clever master. Perhaps she felt the same satisfaction we feel when we look upon good photographs of ourselves. The cat's master was himself pleased with his handiwork, without knowing exactly why. Indeed he had great cause to congratulate himself that night, and all the children throughout the world should have joined him rejoicing, for Claws had made his first toy. A hush lay on the laughing valley now. Snow covered it like a white spread and pillows of downy flakes drifted before the dwelling where Claws sat feeding the glaze of the fire, the brook gurgled on beneath a heavy sheet of ice, and all living plants and insects nestled close to Mother Earth to keep warm. The face of the moon was hid by dark clouds, and the wind delighting in the wintry sport pushed and whirled the snowflakes in so many directions that they could get no chance to fall to the ground. Claws heard the wind whistling and shrieking in its play, and thanked the good nooks again for his comfortable shelter. Blinky washed her face lazily and stared at the coals with a look of perfect content. The toy cat sat opposite the real one and gazed straight ahead as toy cats should. Suddenly Claws heard a noise that sounded different from the voice of the wind. It was more like a whale of suffering and despair. He stood up and listened, but the wind growing boisterous shook the door and rattled the windows to distract his attention. He waited until the wind was tired and then, still listening, he heard once more the shrill cry of distress. Quickly he drew on his coat, pulled his cap over his eyes and opened the door. The wind dashed in and scattered the embers over the hearth at the same time blowing Blinky's fur so furiously that she crept under the table to escape. Then the door was closed and Claws was outside peering anxiously into the darkness. The wind laughed and scolded and tried to push him over, but he stood firm. The helpless flakes stumbled against his eyes and dimmed his sight, but he rubbed them away and looked again. Snow was everywhere white and glittering. It covered the hearth and filled the air. The cry was not repeated. Claws turned to go back into the house, but the long wind caught him unawares and he stumbled and fell across a snow-drift. His hand plunged into the snow-drift and touched something that was not snow. This he seized and pulling it gently toward him, found it to be a child. The next moment he had lifted it in his arms and carried it into the house. The wind followed him through the door, but Claws shut it out quickly. He laid the rescued child on the hearth and brushing away the snow. He discovered it to be Wicom, the little boy who lived in a house beyond the valley. Claws wrapped a warmed lanket around the little one and rubbed the frost from its limbs. Before long the child opened his eyes and seeing where he was smiled happily. Then Claws warmed milk and fed it to the boy slowly, while the cat looked on with sober curiosity. Finally the little one curled up in his friend's arms and sighed and fell asleep, and Claws, filled with gladness that he had found the wanderer, held him closely while he slumbered. The wind, finding no more mischief to do, climbed the hill and swept on toward the north. This gave the weary snowflakes time to settle down to earth, and the valley became still again. The boy, having slept well in the arms of his friend, opened his eyes and sat up. Then as a child will, he looked around the room and saw all that it contained. "Your cat is a nice cat, Claws," he said at last. "Let me hold it." But Puss objected and ran away. "The other cat won't run, Claws," continued the boy. "Let me hold that one." Claws placed the toy in his arms, and the boy held it lovingly and kissed the tip of its wooden ear. "How did you get lost in the storm, Wycombe?" asked Claws. "I started to walk to my auntie's house and lost my way," answered Wycombe. "Were you frightened?" "It was cold," said Wycombe, "and the snow got in my eyes so I could not see. Then I kept on till I fell in the snow, without knowing where I was, and the wind blew the flakes over me and covered me up. Claws gently stroked his head, and the boy looked up at him and smiled. "I'm all right now," said Wycombe. "Yes," replied Claws happily. "Now I will put you in my warm bed, and you must sleep until morning, when I will carry you back to your mother." "May the cat sleep with me?" asked the boy. "Yes, if you wish it to," answered Claws. "It's a nice cat," Wycombe said, smiling, as Claws tucked the blankets around him, and presently the little one fell asleep with a wooden toy in his arms. When morning came the sun claimed the laughing valley and flooded it with its rays, so Claws prepared to take the lost child back to its mother. "May I keep the cat, Claws?" asked Wycombe. "It's nicer than real cats, it doesn't run away or scratch or bite. May I keep it?" "Yes, indeed," answered Claws, pleased that the toy he had made could give pleasure to the child. So he wrapped the boy and the wooden cat in a warm cloak, perching the bundle upon his own broad shoulders, and then he tramped through the snow and the drifts of the valley, and across the plain, beyond to the poor cottage where Wycombe's mother lived. "See, mama," cried the boy as soon as they entered, "I've got a cat." The good woman wept tears of joy over the rescue of her darling, and thanked Claws many times for his kind act. So he carried a warm and happy heart back to his home in the valley. At night he said to Puss, "I believe the children will love the wooden cats, almost as well as the real ones, and they can't hurt them by pulling their tails and ears. I'll make another." So this was the beginning of his great work. The next cat was made better than the first. While Claws sat widdling it out, the yellow reel came in to make him a visit, and so pleased was he with the man's skill that he ran away and brought several of his fellows. There sat the red-rill, the black-rill, the green-rill, the blue-rill, and the yellow-rill in a circle on the floor, while Claws whittled and whistled, and the wooden cat grew into shape. "If it could be made the same colour as the real cat, no one would know the difference," said the yellow-rill thoughtfully. "The little ones, maybe, would not know the difference," replied Claws, pleased with the idea. "I will bring you some of the red that I colour my roses and tulips with," cried the red-rill, "and then you can make the cat's lips and tongue red." "I will bring some of the green that I colour my grasses and leaves with," said the green-rill, "and then you can colour the cat's eyes green." "They will need a bit of yellow also," remarked the yellow-rill. "I must fetch some of the yellow that I use to colour my butter-cups and golden-rods with." "The real cat is black," said the black-rill, "I will bring some of the black that I use to colour the eyes of my pansies with, and then you can paint your wooden-cat black." "I see you have a blue ribbon around Blinky's neck," added the blue-rill, "I will get some of the colour that I use to paint the blue-bells and forget me knots with, and then you can carve a wooden ribbon on the toy's cat's neck and paint it blue." So, the rilles disappeared, and by the time claws had finished carving out the form of the cat, they were all back with the paints and the brushes. They made Blinky sit upon the table that claws might paint the toy cat just the right colour, and when the work was done, the rilles declared it was exactly as good as a live cat. "That is, two-all appearances," added the red-rill. Blinky seemed a little offended by the attention bestowed upon the toy, and that she might not seem to approve the imitation cat she walked to the corner of the hearth and sat down with a dignified air, but claws was delighted, and as soon as morning came he started out and tramped through the snow, across the valley, and the plain until he came to a village. There in a poor hut near the walls of the beautiful palace of the lord of Lird, a little girl lay upon a wretched cot, moaning with pain. Claws approached the child and kissed her and comforted her, and then he drew the toy cat from beneath his coat, where he had hidden it, and placed it in her arms. Ah, how well he felt himself repaid for his labour, and his long walk when he saw the little one's eyes grow bright with pleasure. She hugged the kitty tight to her breast as if it had been a precious gem and would not let it go for a single moment. The fever was quieted, the pain grew less, and she fell into a sweet and refreshing sleep. Claws laughed and whistled and sang all the way home, never had he been so happy as on that day. When he entered his house he found Sheyagra, the lioness, awaiting him. This is babyhood Sheyagra had loved Claws, and while he dwelt in the forest she had often come to visit him at Naseal's bower. After Claws had gone to live in the laughing valley Sheyagra became lonely and ill at ease, and now she had braved the snow-drifts, which all lions abhor, to see him once more. Sheyagra was getting old and her teeth were beginning to fall out, while the hairs that tipped her ears and tail had changed from tawny yellow to white. Claws found her lying on his hearth, and he put his arms around the neck of the lioness, and hugged her lovingly. The cat had retired into a far corner, she did not care to associate with Sheyagra. Claws told his friend about the cats he had made, and how much pleasure they had given weakum and the sick girl. Sheyagra did not know much about children, indeed if she met a child she could scarcely be trusted not to devour it, but she was interested in Claws' new labours and said, "These images seem to me very attractive, yet I cannot see why you should make cats which are very unimportant animals. Suppose now that I am here you make the image of a lioness, the queen of all beasts. Even indeed your children will be happy, and safe at the same time." Claws thought this was a good suggestion, so he got a piece of wood and sharpened his knife, while Sheyagra crouched upon the hearth at his feet. With much care he carved the head in the likeness of the lioness, even to the two fierce teeth that curved over her lower lip, and the deep frowning lines above her wide open eyes. When it was finished, he said, "You have a terrible look, Sheyagra!" "Then the image is like me," she answered, "for I am indeed terrible to all who are not my friends." Claws now carved out the body with Sheyagra's long tail trailing behind it. The image of the crouching lioness was very lifelike. "It pleases me," said Sheyagra, yawning and stretching her body gracefully. "Now I will watch while you paint." He brought the paints the rills had given him from the cupboard, and colored the image to resemble the real Sheyagra. The lioness placed her big padded paws upon the edge of the table, and raised herself while she carefully examined the toy that was her likeness. "You are indeed skillful," she said proudly. "The children will like that better than cats, I'm sure." Soon, snarling at Blinky, who arched her back in terror and whined fearfully, she walked away toward her forest home with stately strides. Save big this summer with great deals! All in the King's Supers app! 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