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promise　had　been　made　at　home　to　the　one　who　should　discover　the

method　of　preparing　this　soup。　'What　use　will　it　be；'　I　asked；　'to　the

mouse…king　or　to　our　whole　mighty　kingdom　that　I　have　seen　all　these

beautiful　things？　I　cannot　shake　the　sausage　peg　and　say；　Look；　here

is　the　skewer；　and　now　the　soup　will　come。　That　would　only　produce　a

dish　to　be　served　when　people　were　keeping　a　fast。'

　　　　〃Then　the　elf　dipped　his　finger　into　the　cup　of　a　violet；　and　said

to　me；　'Look　here；　I　will　anoint　your　pilgrim's　staff；　so　that　when

you　return　to　your　own　home　and　enter　the　king's　castle；　you　have　only

to　touch　the　king　with　your　staff；　and　violets　will　spring　forth　and

cover　the　whole　of　it；　even　in　the　coldest　winter　time；　so　I　think　I

have　given　you　really　something　to　carry　home；　and　a　little　more

than　something。'〃

　　　　But　before　the　little　mouse　explained　what　this　something　more

was；　she　stretched　her　staff　out　to　the　king；　and　as　it　touched　him

the　most　beautiful　bunch　of　violets　sprang　forth　and　filled　the

place　with　perfume。　The　smell　was　so　powerful　that　the　mouse…king

ordered　the　mice　who　stood　nearest　the　chimney　to　thrust　their　tails

into　the　fire；　that　there　might　be　a　smell　of　burning；　for　the　perfume

of　the　violets　was　overpowering；　and　not　the　sort　of　scent　that

every　one　liked。

　　　　〃But　what　was　the　something　more　of　which　you　spoke　just　now？〃

asked　the　mouse…king。

　　　　〃Why；〃　answered　the　little　mouse；　〃I　think　it　is　what　they　call

'effect；'〃　and　thereupon　she　turned　the　staff　round；　and　behold　not

a　single　flower　was　to　be　seen　upon　it！　She　now　only　held　the　naked

skewer；　and　lifted　it　up　as　a　conductor　lifts　his　baton　at　a

concert。　〃Violets；　the　elf　told　me；〃　continued　the　mouse；　〃are　for　the

sight；　the　smell；　and　the　touch；　so　we　have　only　now　to　produce　the

effect　of　hearing　and　tasting；〃　and　then；　as　the　little　mouse　beat

time　with　her　staff；　there　came　sounds　of　music；　not　such　music　as　was

heard　in　the　forest；　at　the　elfin　feast；　but　such　as　is　often　heard　in

the　kitchen…　the　sounds　of　boiling　and　roasting。　It　came　quite

suddenly；　like　wind　rushing　through　the　chimneys；　and　seemed　as　if

every　pot　and　kettle　were　boiling　over。　The　fire…shovel　clattered　down

on　the　brass　fender；　and　then；　quite　as　suddenly；　all　was　still；…

nothing　could　be　heard　but　the　light；　vapory　song　of　the　tea…kettle；

which　was　quite　wonderful　to　hear；　for　no　one　could　rightly

distinguish　whether　the　kettle　was　just　beginning　to　boil　or　going

to　stop。　And　the　little　pot　steamed；　and　the　great　pot　simmered；　but

without　any　regard　for　each；　indeed　there　seemed　no　sense　in　the

pots　at　all。　And　as　the　little　mouse　waved　her　baton　still　more

wildly；　the　pots　foamed　and　threw　up　bubbles；　and　boiled　over；　while

again　the　wind　roared　and　whistled　through　the　chimney；　and　at　last

there　was　such　a　terrible　hubbub；　that　the　little　mouse　let　her

stick　fall。

　　　　〃That　is　a　strange　sort　of　soup；〃　said　the　mouse…king；　〃shall　we

not　now　hear　about　the　preparation？〃

　　　　〃That　is　all；〃　answered　the　little　mouse；　with　a　bow。

　　　　〃That　all！〃　said　the　mouse…king；　〃then　we　shall　be　glad　to　hear

what　information　the　next　may　have　to　give　us。〃

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　WHAT　THE　SECOND　MOUSE　HAD　TO　TELL



　　　　〃I　was　born　in　the　library；　at　a　castle；〃　said　the　second　mouse。

〃Very　few　members　of　our　family　ever　had　the　good　fortune　to　get

into　the　dining…room；　much　less　the　store…room。　On　my　journey；　and

here　to…day；　are　the　only　times　I　have　ever　seen　a　kitchen。　We　were

often　obliged　to　suffer　hunger　in　the　library；　but　then　we　gained　a

great　deal　of　knowledge。　The　rumor　reached　us　of　the　royal　prize

offered　to　those　who　should　be　able　to　make　soup　from　a　sausage

skewer。　Then　my　old　grandmother　sought　out　a　manuscript　which；

however；　she　could　not　read；　but　had　heard　it　read；　and　in　it　was

written；　'Those　who　are　poets　can　make　soup　of　sausage　skewers。'　She

then　asked　me　if　I　was　a　poet。　I　felt　myself　quite　innocent　of　any

such　pretensions。　Then　she　said　I　must　go　out　and　make　myself　a

poet。　I　asked　again　what　I　should　be　required　to　do；　for　it　seemed

to　me　quite　as　difficult　as　to　find　out　how　to　make　soup　of　a

sausage　skewer。　My　grandmother　had　heard　a　great　deal　of　reading　in

her　day；　and　she　told　me　three　principal　qualifications　were

necessary…　understanding；　imagination；　and　feeling。　'If　you　can　manage

to　acquire　these　three；　you　will　be　a　poet；　and　the　sausage…skewer

soup　will　be　quite　easy　to　you。'

　　　　〃So　I　went　forth　into　the　world；　and　turned　my　steps　towards　the

west；　that　I　might　become　a　poet。　Understanding　is　the　most

important　matter　in　everything。　I　knew　that；　for　the　two　other

qualifications　are　not　thought　much　of；　so　I　went　first　to　seek　for

understanding。　Where　was　I　to　find　it？　'Go　to　the　ant　and　learn

wisdom；'　said　the　great　Jewish　king。　I　knew　that　from　living　in　a

library。　So　I　went　straight　on　till　I　came　to　the　first　great

ant…hill；　and　then　I　set　myself　to　watch；　that　I　might　become　wise。

The　ants　are　a　very　respectable　people；　they　are　wisdom　itself。　All

they　do　is　like　the　working　of　a　sum　in　arithmetic；　which　comes　right。

'To　work　and　to　lay　eggs；'　say　they；　and　to　provide　for　posterity；

is　to　live　out　your　time　properly；'　and　that　they　truly　do。　They　are

divided　into　the　clean　and　the　dirty　ants；　their　rank　is　pointed　out

by　a　number；　and　the　ant…queen　is　number　ONE；　and　her　opinion　is　the

only　correct　one　on　everything；　she　seems　to　have　the　whole　wisdom

of　the　world　in　her；　which　was　just　the　important　matter　I　wished　to

acquire。　She　said　a　great　deal　which　was　no　doubt　very　clever；　yet

to　me　it　sounded　like　nonsense。　She　said　the　ant…hill　was　the　loftiest

thing　in　the　world；　and　yet　close　to　the　mound　stood　a　tall　tree；

which　no　one　could　deny　was　loftier；　much　loftier；　but　no　mention

was　made　of　the　tree。　One　evening　an　ant　lost　herself　on　this　tree；

she　had　crept　up　the　stem；　not　nearly　to　the　top；　but　higher　than

any　ant　had　ever　ventured；　and　when　at　last　she　returned　home　she　said

that　she　had　found　something　in　her　travels　much　higher　than　the

ant…hill。　The　rest　of　the　ants　considered　this　an　insult　to　the

whole　community；　so　she　was　condemned　to　wear　a　muzzle　and　to　live

in　perpetual　solitude。　A　short　time　afterwards　another　ant　got　on

the　tree；　and　made　the　same　journey　and　the　same　discovery；　but　she

spoke　of　it　cautiously　and　indefinitely；　and　as　she　was　one　of　the

superior　ants　and　very　much　respected；　they　believed　her；　and　when　she

died　they　erected　an　eggshell　as　a　monument　to　her　memory；　for　they

cultivated　a　great　respect　for　science。　I　saw；〃　said　the　little　mouse；

〃that　the　ants　were　always　running　to　and　fro　with　her　burdens　on

their　backs。　Once　I　saw　one　of　them　drop　her　load；　she　gave　herself

a　great　deal　of　trouble　in　trying　to　raise　it　again；　but　she　could　not

succeed。　Then　two　others　came　up　and　tried　with　all　their　strength

to　help　her；　till　they　nearly　dropped　their　own　burdens　in　doing　so；

then　they　were　obliged　to　stop　for　a　moment　in　their　help；　for　every

one　must　think　of　himself　first。　And　the　ant…queen　remarked　that　their

conduct　that　day　showed　that　they　possessed　kind　hearts　and　good

understanding。　'These　two　qualities；'　she　continued；　'place　us　ants　in

the　highest　degree　above　all　other　reasonable　beings。　Understanding

must　therefore　be　seen　among　us　in　the　most　prominent　manner；　and　my

wisdom　is　greater　than　all。'　And　so　saying　she　raised　herself　on　her

two　hind　legs；　that　no　one　else　might　be　mistaken　for　her。　I　could　not

therefore　make　an　error；　so　I　ate　her　up。　We　are　to　go　to　the　ants

to　learn　wisdom；　and　I　had　got　the　queen。

　　　　〃I　now　turned　and　went　nearer　to　the　lofty　tree　already　mentioned；

which　was　an　oak。　It　had　a　tall　trunk　with　a　wide…spreading　top；　and

was　very　old。　I　knew　that　a　living　being　dwelt　here；　a　dryad　as　she　is

called；　who　is　born　with　the　tree　and　dies　with　it。　I　had　heard　this

in　the　library；　and　here　was　just　such　a　tree；　and　in　it　an

oak…maiden。　She　uttered　a　terrible　scream　when　she　caught　sight　of

me　so　near　to　her；　like　many　women；　she　was　very　much　afraid　of

mice。　And　she　had　more　real　cause　for　fear　than　they　have；　for　I　might

have　gnawed　through　the　tree　on　which　her　life　depended。　I　spoke　to

her　in　a　kind　and　friendly　manner；　and　begged　her　to　take　courage。

At　last　she　took　me　up　in　her　delicate　hand；　and　then　I　told　her

what　had　brought　me　out　into　the　world；　and　she　promised　me　that

perhaps　on　that　very　evening　she　should　be　able　to　obtain　for　me　one

of　the　two　treasures　for　which　I　was　seeking。　She　told　me　that

Phantaesus　was　her　very　dear　friend；　that　he　was　as　beautiful　as　the

god　of　love；　that　he　remained　often　for　many　hours　with　her　under

the　leafy　boughs　of　the　tree　which　then　rustled　and　waved　more　than

ever　over　them　both。　He　called　her　his　dryad；　she　said；　and　the　tree

his　tree；　for　the　grand　old　oak；　with　its　gnarled　trunk；　was　just　to

his　taste。　The　root；　spreading　deep　into　the　earth；　the　top　rising

high　in　the　fresh　air；　knew　the　value　of　the　drifted　snow；　the　keen

wind；　and　the　warm　sunshine；　as　it　ought　to　be　known。　'Yes；'　continued

the　dryad；　'the　birds　sing　up　above　in　the　branches；　and　talk　to

each　other　about　the　beautiful　fields　they　have　visited　in　foreign

lands；　and　on　one　of　the　withered　boughs　a　stork　has　built　his

nest；…　it　is　beautifully　arranged；　and　besides　it　is　pleasant　to

hear　a　little　about　the　land　of　the　pyramids。　All　this　pleases

Phantaesus；　but　it　is　not　enough　for　him；　I　am　obliged　to　relate　to

him　of　my　life　in　the　woods；　and　to　go　back　to　my　childhood；　when　I

was　little；　and　the　tree　so　small　and　delicate　that　a

stinging…nettle　could　overshadow　it；　and　I　have　to　tell　everything

that　has　happened　since　then　till　now　that　the　tree　is　so　large　and

strong。　Sit　you　down　now　under　the　green　bindwood　and　pay　attention；

when　Phantaesus　comes　I　will　find　an　opportunity　to　lay　hold　of　his

wing　and　to　pull　out　one　of　the　little　feathers。　That　feather　you

shall　have；　a　better　was　never　given　to　any　poet；　it　will　be　quite

enough　for　you。'

　　　　〃And　w