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CHAPTER XX
PINOCCHIO STARTS BACK TO THE FAIRY’S HOUSE
You can imagine Pinocchio’s joy when he found himself free. Without
stopping to take breath he immediately left the town and took the road
that led to the Fairy’s house.
On account of the rainy weather the road had become a marsh into which
he sank knee-deep. But the puppet would not give in. Tormented by the
desire of seeing his father and his little sister with blue hair again,
he ran on like a greyhound, and as he ran he was splashed with mud from
head to foot. And he said to himself as he went along: «How many
misfortunes have happened to me. But I deserved them, for I am an
obstinate, passionate puppet. I am always bent upon having my own way,
without listening to those who wish me well, and who have a thousand
times more sense than I have! But from this time forth I am determined
to change and to become orderly and obedient. For at last I have seen
that disobedient boys come to no good and gain nothing. And has my papa
waited for me? Shall I find him at the Fairy’s house? Poor man, it is so
long since I last saw him: I am dying to embrace him and to cover him
with kisses! And will the Fairy forgive me my bad conduct to her? To
think of all the kindness and loving care I received from her, to think
that if I am now alive I owe it to her! Would it be possible to find a
more ungrateful boy, or one with less heart than I have?»
Whilst he was saying this he stopped suddenly, frightened to death, and
made four steps backwards.
What had he seen?
He had seen an immense Serpent stretched across the road. Its skin was
green, it had red eyes, and a pointed tail that was smoking like a
chimney.
It would be impossible to imagine the puppet’s terror. He walked away to
a safe distance and, sitting down on a heap of stones, waited until the
Serpent should have gone about its business and left the road clear.
He waited an hour; two hours; three hours; but the Serpent was always
there, and even from a distance he could see the red light of his fiery
eyes and the column of smoke that ascended from the end of his tail.
At last Pinocchio, trying to feel courageous, approached to within a few
steps, and said to the Serpent in a little soft, insinuating voice:
«Excuse me. Sir Serpent, but would you be so good as to move a little to
one side—just enough to allow me to pass?»
He might as well have spoken to the wall. Nobody moved.
He began again in the same soft voice:
«You must know. Sir Serpent, that I am on my way home, where my father
is waiting for me, and it is such a long time since I saw him last! Will
you, therefore, allow me to continue my road?»
He waited for a sign in answer to this request, but there was none; in
fact, the Serpent, who up to that moment had been sprightly and full of
life, became motionless and almost rigid. He shut his eyes and his tail
ceased smoking.
«Can he really be dead?» said Pinocchio, rubbing his hands with delight.
He determined to jump over him and reach the other side of the road.
But, just as he was going to leap, the Serpent raised himself suddenly
on end, like a spring set in motion; and the puppet, drawing back, in
his terror caught his feet and fell to the ground.
And he fell so awkwardly that his head stuck in the mud and his legs
went into the air.
At the sight of the puppet kicking violently with his head in the mud,
the Serpent went into convulsions of laughter, and laughed, and laughed,
until he broke a blood-vessel in his chest and died. And that time he
was really dead.
Pinocchio then set off running, in hopes that he should reach the
Fairy’s house before dark. But before long he began to suffer so
dreadfully from hunger that he could not bear it, and he jumped into a
field by the wayside, intending to pick some bunches of Muscatel grapes.
Oh, that he had never done it!
He had scarcely reached the vines when crack—his legs were caught
between two cutting iron bars and he became so giddy with pain that
stars of every color danced before his eyes.
The poor puppet had been taken in a trap put there to capture some big
polecats which were the scourge of the poultry-yards in the
neighborhood.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXI
PINOCCHIO ACTS AS WATCH-DOG
Pinocchio began to cry and scream, but his tears and groans were
useless, for there was not a house to be seen, and not a living soul
passed down the road.
At last night came on.
Partly from the pain of the trap, that cut his legs, and a little from
fear at finding himself alone in the dark in the midst of the fields,
the puppet was on the point of fainting. Just at that moment he saw a
Firefly flitting over his head. He called to it and said:
«Oh, little Firefly, will you have pity on me and liberate me from this
torture?»
«Poor boy!» said the Firefly, stopping and looking at him with
compassion; «but how could your legs have been caught by those sharp
irons?»
«I came into the field to pick two bunches of these Muscatel grapes,
and—«
«But were the grapes yours?»
«No.»
«Then who taught you to carry off other people’s property?»
«I was so hungry.»
«Hunger, my boy, is not a good reason for appropriating what does not
belong to us.»
«That is true, that is true!» said Pinocchio, crying. «I will never do
it again.»
At this moment their conversation was interrupted by a slight sound of
approaching footsteps. It was the owner of the field coming on tiptoe to
see if one of the polecats that ate his chickens during the night had
been caught in his trap.
His astonishment was great when, having brought out his lantern from
under his coat, he perceived that instead of a polecat a boy had been
taken.
«Ah, little thief,» said the angry peasant, «then it is you who carries
off my chickens?»
«No, it is not I; indeed it is not!» cried Pinocchio, sobbing. «I only
came into the field to take two bunches of grapes!»
«He who steals grapes is quite capable of stealing chickens. Leave it to
me, I will give you a lesson that you will not forget in a hurry.»
Opening the trap, he seized the puppet by the collar and carried him to
his house as if he had been a young lamb.
When he reached the yard in front of the house he threw him roughly on
the ground and, putting his foot on his neck, he said to him:
«It is late and I want to go to bed; we will settle our accounts
tomorrow. In the meanwhile, as the dog who kept guard at night died
today, you shall take his place at once. You shall be my watch-dog.»
And, taking a great collar covered with brass knobs, he strapped it so
tightly round his throat that he was not able to draw his head out of
it. A heavy chain attached to the collar was fastened to the wall.
«If it should rain tonight,» he then said to him, «you can go and lie
down in the kennel; the straw that has served as a bed for my poor dog
for the last four years is still there. If unfortunately robbers should
come, remember to keep your ears pricked and to bark.»
After giving him this last injunction the man went into the house, shut
the door, and put up the chain.
Poor Pinocchio remained lying on the ground more dead than alive from
the effects of cold, hunger and fear. From time to time he put his hands
angrily to the collar that tightened his throat and said, crying:
«It serves me right! Decidedly, it serves me right! I was determined to
be a vagabond and a good-for-nothing. I would listen to bad companions,
and that is why I always meet with misfortunes. If I had been a good
little boy, as so many are; if I had remained at home with my poor papa,
I should not now be in the midst of the fields and obliged to be the
watch-dog to a peasant’s house. Oh, if I could be born again! But now it
is too late and I must have patience!»
Relieved by this little outburst, which came straight from his heart, he
went into the dog-kennel and fell asleep.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXII
PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS THE ROBBERS
He had been sleeping heavily for about two hours when, towards midnight, he
was aroused by a whispering of strange voices that seemed to come from the
courtyard. Putting the point of his nose out of the kennel, he saw four
little beasts with dark fur, that looked like cats, standing consulting
together. But they were not cats; they were polecats—carnivorous little
animals, especially greedy for eggs and young chickens. One of the
polecats, leaving his companions, came to the opening of the kennel and
said in a low voice:
«Good evening, Melampo.»
«My name is not Melampo,» answered the puppet.
«Oh! then who are you?»
«I am Pinocchio.»
«And what are you doing here?»
«I am acting as watch-dog.»
«Then where is Melampo? Where is the old dog who lived in this kennel?»
«He died this morning.»
«Is he dead? Poor beast! He was so good. But, judging you by your face,
I should say that you were also a good dog.»
«I beg your pardon, I am not a dog.»
«Not a dog? Then what are you?»
«I am a puppet.»
«And you are acting as watch-dog?»
«That is only too true—as a punishment.»
«Well, then, I will offer you the same conditions that we made with the
deceased Melampo, and I am sure you will be satisfied with them.»
«What are these conditions?»
«One night in every week you are to permit us to visit this poultry-yard
as we have hitherto done, and to carry off eight chickens. Of these
chickens seven are to be eaten by us, and one we will give to you, on
the express understanding, however, that you pretend to be asleep, and
that it never enters your head to bark and to waken the peasant.»
«Did Melampo act in this manner?» asked Pinocchio.
«Certainly, and we were always on the best terms with him. Sleep
quietly, and rest assured that before we go we will leave by the kennel
a beautiful chicken ready plucked for your breakfast tomorrow. Have we
understood each other clearly?»
«Only too clearly!» answered Pinocchio, and he shook his head
threateningly, as much as to say: «You shall hear of this shortly!»
The four polecats, thinking themselves safe, repaired to the
poultry-yard, which was close to the kennel, and, having opened the
wooden gate with their teeth and claws, they slipped in one by one. But
they had only just passed through when they heard the gate shut behind
them with great violence.
It was Pinocchio who had shut it, and for greater security he put a
large stone against it to keep it closed.
He then began to bark, and he barked exactly like a watch-dog: «Bow-wow,
bow-wow.»
Hearing the barking, the peasant jumped out of bed and, taking his gun,
he came to the window and asked:
«What is the matter?»
«There are robbers!» answered Pinocchio.
«Where are they?»
«In the poultry-yard.»
«I will come down directly.»
In fact, in less time than it takes to say «Amen!» the peasant came
down. He rushed into the poultry-yard, caught the polecats, and, having
put them into a sack, he said to them in a tone of great satisfaction:
«At last you have fallen into my hands! I might punish you, but I am not
so cruel. I will content myself instead by carrying you in the morning
to the innkeeper of the neighboring village, who will skin and cook you
as hares with a sweet and sour sauce. It is an honor that you don’t
deserve, but generous people like me don’t consider such trifles!»
He then approached Pinocchio and began to caress him, and amongst other
things he asked him:
«How did you manage to discover the four thieves? To think that Melampo,
my faithful Melampo, never found out anything!»
The puppet might then have told him the whole story; he might have
informed him of the disgraceful conditions that had been made between
the dog and the polecats; but he remembered that the dog was dead and he
thought to himself:
«What is the good of accusing the dead? The dead are dead, and the best
thing to be done is to leave them in peace!»
«When the thieves got into the yard, were you asleep or awake?» the
peasant went on to ask him.
«I was asleep,» answered Pinocchio, «but the polecats woke me with their
chatter and one of them came to the kennel and said to me: ‘If you
promise not to bark, and not to wake the master, we will make you a
present of a fine chicken ready plucked!’ To think that they should have
had the audacity to make such a proposal to me! For, although I am a
puppet, possessing perhaps nearly all the faults in the world, there is
one that I certainly will never be guilty of, that of making terms with,
and sharing the gains of, dishonest people!»
«Well said, my boy!» cried the peasant, slapping him on the shoulder.
«Such sentiments do you honor; and as a proof of my gratitude I will at
once set you at liberty, and you may return home.»
And he removed the dog-collar.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXIII
PINOCCHIO FLIES TO THE SEASHORE
As soon as Pinocchio was released from the heavy and humiliating weight
of the dog-collar he started off across the fields and never stopped
until he had reached the high road that led to the Fairy’s house. He
could see amongst the trees the top of the Big Oak to which he had been
hung, but, although he looked in every direction, the little house
belonging to the beautiful Child with the blue hair was nowhere visible.
Seized with a sad presentiment, he began to run with all the strength he
had left and in a few minutes he reached the field where the little
white house had once stood. But it was no longer there. Instead of the
house he saw a marble stone, on which were engraved these sad words:
HERE LIES
THE CHILD WITH THE BLUE HAIR
WHO DIED FROM SORROW
BECAUSE SHE WAS ABANDONED BY HER
LITTLE BROTHER PINOCCHIO
I leave you to imagine the puppet’s feelings when he had with difficulty
spelled out this epitaph. He fell with his face on the ground and,
covering the tombstone with a thousand kisses, burst into an agony of
tears. He cried all night and when morning came he was still crying,
although he had no tears left, and his sobs and lamentations were so
acute and heart-breaking that they aroused the echoes in the surrounding
hills.
And as he wept he said:
«Oh, little Fairy, why did you die? Why did I not die instead of you, I
who am so wicked, whilst you were so good? And my papa? Where can he be?
Oh, little Fairy, tell me where I can find him, for I want to remain
with him always and never leave him again, never again! Oh, little
Fairy, tell me that it is not true that you are dead! If you really love
your little brother, come to life again. Does it not grieve you to see
me alone and abandoned by everybody? If assassins come they will hang me
again to the branch of a tree, and then I should die indeed. What do you
imagine that I can do here alone in the world? Now that I have lost you
and my papa, who will give me food? Where shall I go to sleep at night?
Who will make me a new jacket? Oh, it would be better, a hundred times
better, for me to die also! Yes, I want to die—oh! oh! oh!»
[Illustration: An Immense Serpent Stretched Across the Road]
And in his despair he tried to tear his hair, but his hair was made
of wood so he could not even have the satisfaction of sticking his
fingers into it.
Just then a large Pigeon flew over his head and, stopping with distended
wings, called down to him from a great height:
«Tell me, child, what are you doing there?»
«Don’t you see? I am crying!» said Pinocchio, raising his head towards
the voice and rubbing his eyes with his jacket.
«Tell me,» continued the Pigeon, «amongst your companions, do you happen
to know a puppet who is called Pinocchio?»
«Pinocchio? Did you say Pinocchio?» repeated the puppet, jumping quickly
to his feet. «I am Pinocchio!»
At this answer the Pigeon descended rapidly to the ground. He was larger
than a turkey.
«Do you also know Geppetto?» he asked.
«Do I know him! He is my poor papa! Has he perhaps spoken to you of me?
Will you take me to him? Is he still alive? Answer me, for pity’s sake:
is he still alive?»
«I left him three days ago on the seashore.»
«What was he doing?»
«He was building a little boat for himself, to cross the ocean. For more
than three months that poor man has been going all round the world
looking for you. Not having succeeded in finding you, he has now taken
it into his head to go to the distant countries of the New World in
search of you.»
«How far is it from here to the shore?» asked Pinocchio breathlessly.
«More than six hundred miles.»
«Six hundred miles? Oh, beautiful Pigeon, what a fine thing it would be
to have your wings!»
«If you wish to go, I will carry you there.»
«How?»
«On my back. Do you weigh much?»
«I weigh next to nothing. I am as light as a feather.»
And without waiting for more Pinocchio jumped at once on the Pigeon’s
back and, putting a leg on each side of him as men do on horseback, he
exclaimed joyfully:
«Gallop, gallop, my little horse, for I am anxious to arrive quickly!»
The Pigeon took flight and in a few minutes had soared so high that they
almost touched the clouds. Finding himself at such an immense height the
puppet had the curiosity to turn and look down; but his head spun round
and he became so frightened to save himself from the danger of falling
he wound his arms tightly round the neck of his feathered steed.
They flew all day. Towards evening the Pigeon said:
«I am very thirsty!»
«And I am very hungry!» rejoined Pinocchio.
«Let us stop at that dovecote for a few minutes and then we will
continue our journey, so that we may reach the seashore by dawn
tomorrow.»
They went into a deserted dovecote, where they found nothing but a basin
full of water and a basket full of vetch.
The puppet had never in his life been able to eat vetch: according to
him it made him sick. That evening, however, he ate to repletion, and
when he had nearly emptied the basket he turned to the Pigeon and said
to him:
«I never could have believed that vetch was so good!»
«Be assured, my boy,» replied the Pigeon, «that when hunger is real, and
there is nothing else to eat, even vetch becomes delicious. Hunger
knows neither caprice nor greediness.»
Having quickly finished their little meal they recommenced their journey
and flew away. The following morning they reached the seashore.
The Pigeon placed Pinocchio on the ground and, not wishing to be
troubled with thanks for having done a good action, flew quickly away
and disappeared.
The shore was crowded with people who were looking out to sea, shouting
and gesticulating.
«What has happened?» asked Pinocchio of an old woman.
«A poor father who has lost his son has gone away in a boat to search
for him on the other side of the water, and today the sea is tempestuous
and the little boat is in danger of sinking.»
«Where is the little boat?»
«It is out there in a line with my finger,» said the old woman, pointing
to a little boat which, seen at that distance, looked like a nutshell
with a very little man in it.
Pinocchio fixed his eyes on it and after looking attentively he gave a
piercing scream, crying:
«It is my papa! It is my papa!»
The boat, meanwhile, beaten by the fury of the waves, at one moment
disappeared in the trough of the sea, and the next came again to the
surface. Pinocchio, standing on the top of a high rock, kept calling to
his father by name, and making every kind of signal to him with his
hands, his handkerchief, and his cap.
And, although he was so far off, Geppetto appeared to recognize his son,
for he also took off his cap and waved it, and tried by gestures to
make him understand that he would have returned if it had been possible,
but that the sea was so tempestuous that he could not use his oars or
approach the shore.
Suddenly a tremendous wave rose and the boat disappeared. They waited,
hoping it would come again to the surface, but it was seen no more.
«Poor man!» said the fishermen who were assembled on the shore;
murmuring a prayer, they turned to go home.
Just then they heard a desperate cry and, looking back, they saw a
little boy who exclaimed, as he jumped from a rock into the sea:
«I will save my papa!»
Pinocchio, being made of wood, floated easily and he swam like a fish.
At one moment they saw him disappear under the water, carried down by
the fury of the waves, and next he reappeared struggling with a leg or
an arm. At last they lost sight of him and he was seen no more.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXIV
PINOCCHIO FINDS THE FAIRY AGAIN
Pinocchio, hoping to be in time to help his father, swam the whole
night.
And what a horrible night it was! The rain came down in torrents, it
hailed, the thunder was frightful, and the flashes of lightning made it
as light as day.
Towards morning he saw a long strip of land not far off. It was an
island in the midst of the sea.
He tried his utmost to reach the shore, but it was all in vain. The
waves, racing and tumbling over each other, knocked him about as if he
had been a stick or a wisp of straw. At last, fortunately for him, a
billow rolled up with such fury and impetuosity that he was lifted up
and thrown far on to the sands.
He fell with such force that, as he struck the ground, his ribs and all
his joints cracked, but he comforted himself, saying:
«This time also I have made a wonderful escape!»
Little by little the sky cleared, the sun shone out in all his splendor,
and the sea became as quiet and as smooth as oil.
The puppet put his clothes in the sun to dry and began to look in every
direction in hopes of seeing on the vast expanse of water a little boat
with a little man in it. But, although he looked and looked, he could
see nothing but the sky, and the sea, and the sail of some ship, but so
far away that it seemed no bigger than a fly.
«If I only knew what this island was called!» he said to himself. «If I
only knew whether it was inhabited by civilized people—I mean, by
people who have not the bad habit of hanging boys to the branches of the
trees. But whom can I ask? Whom, if there is nobody?»
This idea of finding himself alone, alone, all alone, in the midst of
this great uninhabited country, made him so melancholy that he was just
beginning to cry. But at that moment, at a short distance from the
shore, he saw a big fish swimming by; it was going quietly on its own
business with its head out of the water.
Not knowing its name, the puppet called to it in a loud voice to make
himself heard:
«Eh, Sir Fish, will you permit me a word with you?»
«Two if you like,» answered the fish, who was a Dolphin, and so polite
that few similar are to be found in any sea in the world.
«Will you be kind enough to tell me if there are villages in this island
where it would be possible to obtain something to eat, without running
the danger of being eaten?»
«Certainly there are,» replied the Dolphin. «Indeed, you will find one
at a short distance from here.»
«And what road must I take to go there?»
«You must take that path to your left and follow your nose. You cannot
make a mistake.»
«Will you tell me another thing? You who swim about the sea all day and
all night, have you by chance met a little boat with my papa in it?»
«And who is your papa?»
«He is the best papa in the world, whilst it would be difficult to find
a worse son than I am.»
«During the terrible storm last night,» answered the Dolphin, «the
little boat must have gone to the bottom.»
«And my papa?»
«He must have been swallowed by the terrible Dog-Fish, who for some days
past has been spreading devastation and ruin in our waters.»
«Is this Dog-Fish very big?» asked Pinocchio, who was already beginning
to quake with fear.
«Big!» replied the Dolphin. «That you may form some idea of his size, I
need only tell you that he is bigger than a five-storied house, and that
his mouth is so enormous and so deep that a railway train with its
smoking engine could pass down his throat.»
«Mercy upon us!» exclaimed the terrified puppet; and, putting on his
clothes with the greatest haste, he said to the Dolphin:
«Good-bye, Sir Fish; excuse the trouble I have given you, and many
thanks for your politeness.»
He then took the path that had been pointed out to him and began to
walk fast—so fast, indeed, that he was almost running. And at the
slightest noise he turned to look behind him, fearing that he might see
the terrible Dog-Fish with a railway train in its mouth following him.
After a walk of half an hour he reached a little village called «The
Village of the Industrious Bees.» The road was alive with people running
here and there to attend to their business; all were at work, all had
something to do. You could not have found an idler or a vagabond, not
even if you had searched for him with a lighted lamp.
«Ah!» said that lazy Pinocchio at once, «I see that this village will
never suit me! I wasn’t born to work!»
In the meanwhile he was tormented by hunger, for he had eaten nothing
for twenty-four hours—not even vetch. What was he to do?
There were only two ways by which he could obtain food—either by asking
for a little work, or by begging for a nickel or for a mouthful of
bread.
He was ashamed to beg, for his father had always preached to him that no
one had a right to beg except the aged and the infirm. The really poor
in this world, deserving of compassion and assistance, are only those
who from age or sickness are no longer able to earn their own bread with
the labor of their hands. It is the duty of every one else to work; and
if they will not work, so much the worse for them if they suffer from
hunger.
At that moment a man came down the road, tired and panting for breath.
He was dragging, alone, with fatigue and difficulty, two carts full of
charcoal.
Pinocchio, judging by his face that he was a kind man, approached him
and, casting down his eyes with shame, he said to him in a low voice:
«Would you have the charity to give me a nickel, for I am dying of
hunger?»
«You shall have not only a nickel,» said the man, «but I will give you a
quarter, provided that you help me to drag home these two carts of
charcoal.»
«I am surprised at you!» answered the puppet in a tone of offense. «Let
me tell you that I am not accustomed to do the work of a donkey: I have
never drawn a cart!»
«So much the better for you,» answered the man. «Then, my boy, if you
are really dying of hunger, eat two fine slices of your pride, and be
careful not to get indigestion.»
A few minutes afterwards a mason passed down the road carrying on his
shoulders a basket of lime.
«Would you have the charity, good man, to give a nickel to a poor boy
who is yawning for want of food?»
«Willingly,» answered the man. «Come with me and carry the lime, and
instead of a nickel I will give you a quarter.»
«But the lime is heavy,» objected Pinocchio, «and I don’t want to tire
myself.»
«If you don’t want to tire yourself, then, my boy, amuse yourself with
yawning, and much good may it do you.»
In less than half an hour twenty other people went by, and Pinocchio
asked charity of them all, but they all answered:
«Are you not ashamed to beg? Instead of idling about the roads, go and
look for a little work and learn to earn your bread.»
At last a nice little woman carrying two cans of water came by.
«Will you let me drink a little water out of your can?» asked Pinocchio,
who was burning with thirst.
«Drink, my boy, if you wish it!» said the little woman, setting down the
two cans.
Pinocchio drank like a fish, and as he dried his mouth he mumbled:
«I have quenched my thirst. If I could only appease my hunger!»
The good woman, hearing these words, said at once:
«If you will help me to carry home these two cans of water I will give
you a fine piece of bread.»
Pinocchio looked at the can and answered neither yes nor no.
«And besides the bread you shall have a nice dish of cauliflower dressed
with oil and vinegar,» added the good woman.
Pinocchio gave another look at the can and answered neither yes nor no.
«And after the cauliflower I will give you a beautiful bonbon full of
syrup.»
The temptation of this last dainty was so great that Pinocchio could
resist no longer and with an air of decision he said:
«I must have patience! I will carry the can to your house.»
The can was heavy and the puppet, not being strong enough to carry it in
his hand, had to resign himself to carry it on his head.
When they reached the house the good little woman made Pinocchio sit
down at a small table already laid and she placed before him the bread,
the cauliflower and the bonbon.
Pinocchio did not eat, he devoured. His stomach was like an apartment
that had been left empty and uninhabited for five months.
When his ravenous hunger was somewhat appeased he raised his head to
thank his benefactress, but he had no sooner looked at her than he gave
a prolonged «Oh-h!» of astonishment and continued staring at her with
wide open eyes, his fork in the air, and his mouth full of bread and
cauliflower, as if he had been bewitched.
«What has surprised you so much?» asked the good woman, laughing.
«It is—» answered the puppet, «it is—it is—that you are like—that
you remind me—yes, yes, yes, the same voice—the same eyes—the same
hair—yes, yes, yes—you also have blue hair—as she had—Oh, little
Fairy! tell me that it is you, really you! Do not make me cry any more!
If you knew—I have cried so much, I have suffered so much.»
And, throwing himself at her feet on the floor, Pinocchio embraced the
knees of the mysterious little woman and began to cry bitterly.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXV
PINOCCHIO PROMISES THE FAIRY TO BE GOOD
At first the good little woman maintained that she was not the little
Fairy with blue hair, but, seeing that she was found out and not wishing
to continue the comedy any longer, she ended by making herself known,
and she said to Pinocchio:
«You little rogue! how did you ever discover who I was?»
«It was my great affection for you that told me.»
«Do you remember? You left me a child, and now that you have found me
again I am a woman—a woman almost old enough to be your mamma.»
«I am delighted at that, for now, instead of calling you little sister,
I will call you mamma. I have wished for such a long time to have a
mamma like other boys! But how did you manage to grow so fast?»
«That is a secret.»
«Teach it to me, for I should also like to grow. Don’t you see? I always
remain no bigger than a ninepin.»
«But you cannot grow,» replied the Fairy.
«Why?»
«Because puppets never grow. They are born puppets, live puppets, and
die puppets.»
«Oh, I am sick of being a puppet!» cried Pinocchio, giving himself a
slap. «It is time that I became a man.»
«And you will become one, if you know how to deserve it.»
«Not really? And what can I do to deserve it?»
«A very easy thing: by learning to be a good boy.»
«And you think I am not?»
«You are quite the contrary. Good boys are obedient, and you—«
«And I never obey.»
«Good boys like to learn and to work, and you—«
«And I instead lead an idle, vagabond life the year through.»
«Good boys always speak the truth.»
«And I always tell lies.»
«Good boys go willingly to school.»
«And school gives me pain all over the body. But from today I will
change my life.»
«Do you promise me?»
«I promise you. I will become a good little boy, and I will be the
consolation of my papa. Where is my poor papa at this moment?»
«I do not know.»
«Shall I ever have the happiness of seeing him again and kissing him?»
«I think so; indeed, I am sure of it.»
At this answer Pinocchio was so delighted that he took the Fairy’s hands
and began to kiss them with such fervor that he seemed beside himself.
Then, raising his face and looking at her lovingly, he asked:
«Tell me, little mamma: then it was not true that you were dead?»
«It seems not,» said the Fairy, smiling.
«If you only knew the sorrow I felt and the tightening of my throat when
I read, ‘Here lies—‘»
«I know it, and it is on that account that I have forgiven you. I saw
from the sincerity of your grief that you had a good heart; and when
boys have good hearts, even if they are scamps and have got bad habits,
there is always something to hope for; that is, there is always hope
that they will turn to better ways. That is why I came to look for you
here. I will be your mamma.»
«Oh, how delightful!» shouted Pinocchio, jumping for joy.
«You must obey me and do everything that I bid you.»
«Willingly, willingly, willingly!»
«Tomorrow,» rejoined the Fairy, «you will begin to go to school.»
Pinocchio became at once a little less joyful.
«Then you must choose an art, or a trade, according to your own wishes.»
Pinocchio became very grave.
«What are you muttering between your teeth?» asked the Fairy in an
angry voice.
«I was saying,» moaned the puppet in a low voice, «that it seemed to me
too late for me to go to school now.»
«No, sir. Keep it in mind that it is never too late to learn and to
instruct ourselves.»
«But I do not wish to follow either an art or a trade.»
«Why?»
«Because it tires me to work.»
«My boy,» said the Fairy, «those who talk in that way end almost always
either in prison or in the hospital. Let me tell you that every man,
whether he is born rich or poor, is obliged to do something in this
world—to occupy himself, to work. Woe to those who lead slothful lives.
Sloth is a dreadful illness and must be cured at once, in childhood. If
not, when we are old it can never be cured.»
Pinocchio was touched by these words and, lifting his head quickly, he
said to the Fairy:
«I will study, I will work, I will do all that you tell me, for indeed I
have become weary of being a puppet, and I wish at any price to become a
boy. You promised me that I should, did you not?»
«I did promise you, and it now depends upon yourself.»
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXVI
THE TERRIBLE DOG-FISH
The following day Pinocchio went to the government school. Imagine the
delight of all the little rogues, when they saw a puppet walk into their
school! They set up a roar of laughter that never ended. They played him
all sorts of tricks. One boy carried off his cap, another pulled his
jacket behind; one tried to give him a pair of inky mustachios just
under his nose, and another attempted to tie strings to his feet and
hands to make him dance.
For a short time Pinocchio pretended not to care and got on as well as
he could; but at last, losing all patience, he turned to those who were
teasing him most and making game of him, and said to them, looking very
angry:
«Beware, boys! I have not come here to be your buffoon. I respect
others, and I intend to be respected.»
[Illustration: «Oh, I Am Sick of Being a Puppet!» Cried Pinocchio]
«Well said, boaster! You have spoken like a book!» howled the young
rascals, convulsed with mad laughter, and one of them, more impertinent
than the others, stretched out his hand, intending to seize the puppet
by the end of his nose.
But he was not in time, for Pinocchio stuck his leg out from under the
table and gave him a great kick on his shins.
«Oh, what hard feet!» roared the boy, rubbing the bruise that the puppet
had given him.
«And what elbows! even harder than his feet!» said another, who for his
rude tricks had received a blow in the stomach.
But, nevertheless, the kick and the blow acquired at once for Pinocchio
the sympathy and the esteem of all the boys in the school. They all made
friends with him and liked him heartily.
And even the master praised him, for he found him attentive, studious
and intelligent—always the first to come to school, and the last to
leave when school was over.
But he had one fault: he made too many friends, and amongst them were
several young rascals well known for their dislike to study and love of
mischief.
The master warned him every day, and even the good Fairy never failed to
tell him and to repeat constantly:
«Take care, Pinocchio! Those bad school-fellows of yours will end sooner
or later by making you lose all love of study, and perhaps they may even
bring upon you some great misfortune.»
«There is no fear of that!» answered the puppet, shrugging his shoulders
and touching his forehead as much as to say: «There is so much sense
here!»
Now it happened that one fine day, as he was on his way to school, he
met several of his usual companions who, coming up to him, asked:
«Have you heard the great news?»
«No.»
«In the sea near here a Dog-Fish has appeared as big as a mountain.»
«Not really? Can it be the same Dog-Fish that was there when my papa was
drowned?»
«We are going to the shore to see him. Will you come with us?»
«No; I am going to school.»
«What matters school? We can go to school tomorrow. Whether we have a
lesson more or a lesson less, we shall always remain the same donkeys.»
«But what will the master say?»
«The master may say what he likes. He is paid on purpose to grumble all
day.»
«And my mamma?»
«Mammas know nothing,» answered those bad little boys.
«Do you know what I will do?» said Pinocchio. «I have reasons for
wishing to see the Dog-Fish, but I will go and see him when school is
over.»
«Poor donkey!» exclaimed one of the number. «Do you suppose that a fish
of that size will wait your convenience? As soon as he is tired of being
here he will start for another place, and then it will be too late.»
«How long does it take to go from here to the shore?» asked the puppet.
«We can be there and back in an hour.»
«Then away!» shouted Pinocchio, «and he who runs fastest is the best!»
Having thus given the signal to start, the boys, with their books and
copy-books under their arms, rushed off across the fields, and Pinocchio
was always the first—he seemed to have wings to his feet.
From time to time he turned to jeer at his companions, who were some
distance behind, and, seeing them panting for breath, covered with dust,
and their tongues hanging out of their mouths, he laughed heartily. The
unfortunate boy little knew what terrors and horrible disasters he was
going to meet with!
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXVII
PINOCCHIO IS ARRESTED BY THE GENDARMES
When he arrived on the shore Pinocchio looked out to sea, but he saw no
Dog-Fish. The sea was as smooth as a great crystal mirror.
«Where is the Dog-Fish?» he asked, turning to his companions.
«He must have gone to have his breakfast,» said one of them, laughing.
«Or he has thrown himself on to his bed to have a little nap,» added
another, laughing still louder.
From their absurd answers and silly laughter Pinocchio perceived that
his companions had been making a fool of him, in inducing him to believe
a tale with no truth in it. Taking it very badly, he said to them
angrily:
«And now, may I ask what fun you could find in deceiving me with the
story of the Dog-Fish?»
«Oh, it was great fun!» answered the little rascals in chorus.
«And in what did it consist?»
«In making you miss school and persuading you to come with us. Are you
not ashamed of being always so punctual and so diligent with your
lessons? Are you not ashamed of studying so hard?»
«And if I study hard, what concern is it of yours?»
«It concerns us excessively, because it makes us appear in a bad light
to the master.»
«Why?»
«Because boys who study make those who, like us, have no wish to learn,
seem worse by comparison. And that is too bad. We, too, have our pride!»
«Then what must I do to please you?»
«You must follow our example and hate school, lessons, and the
master—our three greatest enemies.»
«And if I wish to continue my studies?»
«In that case we will have nothing more to do with you, and at the first
opportunity we will make you pay for it.»
«Really,» said the puppet, shaking his head, «you make me inclined to
laugh.»
«Eh, Pinocchio» shouted the biggest of the boys, confronting him. «None
of your superior airs: don’t come here to crow over us, for if you are
not afraid of us, we are not afraid of you. Remember that you are one
against seven of us.»
«Seven, like the seven deadly sins,» said Pinocchio, with a shout of
laughter.
«Listen to him! He has insulted us all! He called us the seven deadly
sins!»
«Take that to begin with and keep it for your supper tonight,» said one
of the boys.
And, so saying, he gave him a blow on the head with his fist.
But it was give and take; for the puppet, as was to be expected,
immediately returned the blow, and the fight in a moment became general
and desperate.
Pinocchio, although he was one alone, defended himself like a hero. He
used his feet, which were of the hardest wood, to such purpose that he
kept his enemies at a respectful distance. Wherever they touched they
left a bruise by way of reminder.
The boys, becoming furious at not being able to measure themselves hand
to hand with the puppet, had recourse to other weapons. Loosening their
satchels, they commenced throwing their school-books at him—grammars,
dictionaries, spelling-books, geography books, and other scholastic
works. But Pinocchio was quick and had sharp eyes, and always managed to
duck in time, so that the books passed over his head and all fell into
the sea.
Imagine the astonishment of the fish! Thinking that the books were
something to eat they all arrived in shoals, but, having tasted a page
or two, or a frontispiece, they spat it quickly out and made a wry face
that seemed to say: «It isn’t food for us; we are accustomed to
something much better!»
The battle meantime had become fiercer than ever, when a big crab, who
had come out of the water and had climbed slowly up on the shore, called
out in a hoarse voice that sounded like a trumpet with a bad cold:
[Illustration: FOUR RABBITS AS BLACK AS INK ENTERED CARRYING A LITTLE
BIER]
«Have done with that, you young ruffians, for you are nothing else!
These hand-to-hand fights between boys seldom finish well. Some disaster
is sure to happen!»
Poor crab! He might as well have preached to the wind. Even that young
rascal, Pinocchio, turning around, looked at him mockingly and said
rudely:
«Hold your tongue, you tiresome crab! You had better suck some liquorice
lozenges to cure that cold in your throat.»
Just then the boys, who had no more books of their own to throw, spied
at a little distance the satchel that belonged to Pinocchio, and took
possession of it.
Amongst the books there was one bound in strong cardboard with the back
and points of parchment. It was a Treatise on Arithmetic.
One of the boys seized this volume and, aiming at Pinocchio’s head,
threw it at him with all the force he could muster. But instead of
hitting the puppet it struck one of his companions on the temple, who,
turning as white as a sheet, said only:
«Oh, mother! help, I am dying!» and fell his whole length on the sand.
Thinking he was dead, the terrified boys ran off as hard as their legs
could carry them and in a few minutes they were out of sight.
But Pinocchio remained. Although from grief and fright he was more dead
than alive, nevertheless he ran and soaked his handkerchief in the sea
and began to bathe the temples of his poor school-fellow. Crying
bitterly in his despair, he kept calling him by name and saying to him:
«Eugene! my poor Eugene! Open your eyes and look at me! Why do you not
answer? I did not do it; indeed it was not I that hurt you so! believe
me, it was not! Open your eyes, Eugene. If you keep your eyes shut I
shall die, too. Oh! what shall I do? how shall I ever return home? How
can I ever have the courage to go back to my good mamma? What will
become of me? Where can I fly to? Oh! how much better it would have
been, a thousand times better, if I had only gone to school! Why did I
listen to my companions? they have been my ruin. The master said to me,
and my mamma repeated it often: ‘Beware of bad companions!’ Oh, dear!
what will become of me, what will become of me, what will become of me?»
And Pinocchio began to cry and sob, and to strike his head with his
fists, and to call poor Eugene by his name. Suddenly he heard the sound
of approaching footsteps.
He turned and saw two soldiers.
«What are you doing there, lying on the ground?» they asked Pinocchio.
«I am helping my school-fellow.»
«Has he been hurt?»
«So it seems.»
«Hurt indeed!» said one of them, stooping down and examining Eugene
closely.
«This boy has been wounded in the temple. Who wounded him?»
«Not I,» stammered the puppet breathlessly.
«If it was not you, who then did it?»
«Not I,» repeated Pinocchio.
«And with what was he wounded?»
«With this book.» And the puppet picked up from the ground the Treatise
on Arithmetic, bound in cardboard and parchment, and showed it to the
soldier.
«And to whom does this belong?»
«To me.»
«That is enough, nothing more is wanted. Get up and come with us at
once.»
«But I—«
«Come along with us!»
«But I am innocent.»
«Come along with us!»
Before they left, the soldiers called some fishermen who were passing at
that moment near the shore in their boat, and said to them:
«We give this boy who has been wounded in the head in your charge. Carry
him to your house and nurse him. Tomorrow we will come and see him.»
They then turned to Pinocchio and, having placed him between them, they
said to him in a commanding voice:
«Forward! and walk quickly, or it will be the worse for you.»
Without requiring it to be repeated, the puppet set out along the road
leading to the village. But the poor little devil hardly knew where he
was. He thought he must be dreaming, and what a dreadful dream! He was
beside himself. He saw double; his legs shook; his tongue clung to the
roof of his mouth, and he could not utter a word. And yet, in the midst
of his stupefaction and apathy, his heart was pierced by a cruel
thorn—the thought that he would pass under the windows of the good
Fairy’s house between the soldiers. He would rather have died.
They had already reached the village when a gust of wind blew
Pinocchio’s cap off his head and carried it ten yards off.
«Will you permit me,» said the puppet to the soldiers, «to go and get
my cap?»
«Go, then; but be quick about it.»
The puppet went and picked up his cap, but instead of putting it on his
head he took it between his teeth and began to run as hard as he could
towards the seashore.
The soldiers, thinking it would be difficult to overtake him, sent after
him a large mastiff who had won the first prizes at all the dog races.
Pinocchio ran, but the dog ran faster. The people came to their windows
and crowded into the street in their anxiety to see the end of the
desperate race.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXVIII
PINOCCHIO ESCAPES BEING FRIED LIKE A FISH
There came a moment in this desperate race—a terrible moment—when
Pinocchio thought himself lost: for Alidoro, the mastiff, had run so
swiftly that he had nearly come up with him.
The puppet could hear the panting of the dreadful beast close behind
him; there was not a hand’s breadth between them, he could even feel the
dog’s hot breath.
Fortunately the shore was close and the sea but a few steps off.
As soon as he reached the sands the puppet made a wonderful leap—a frog
could have done no better—and plunged into the water.
Alidoro, on the contrary, wished to stop himself, but, carried away by
the impetus of the race, he also went into the sea. The unfortunate dog
could not swim, but he made great efforts to keep himself afloat with
his paws; but the more he struggled the farther he sank head downwards
under the water.
When he rose to the surface again his eyes were rolling with terror, and
he barked out:
«I am drowning! I am drowning!»
«Drown!» shouted Pinocchio from a distance, seeing himself safe from all
danger.
«Help me, dear Pinocchio! Save me from death!»
At that agonizing cry the puppet, who had in reality an excellent heart,
was moved with compassion, and, turning to the dog, he said:
«But if I save your life, will you promise to give me no further
annoyance, and not to run after me?»
«I promise! I promise! Be quick, for pity’s sake, for if you delay
another half-minute I shall be dead.»
Pinocchio hesitated; but, remembering that his father had often told him
that a good action is never lost, he swam to Alidoro, and, taking hold
of his tail with both hands, brought him safe and sound on to the dry
sand of the beach.
The poor dog could not stand. He had drunk so much salt water that he
was like a balloon. The puppet, however, not wishing to trust him too
far, thought it more prudent to jump again into the water. When he had
swum some distance from the shore he called out to the friend he had
rescued:
«Good-bye, Alidoro; a good journey to you, and take my compliments to
all at home.»
«Good-bye, Pinocchio,» answered the dog; «a thousand thanks for having
saved my life. You have done me a great service, and in this world what
is given is returned. If an occasion offers I shall not forget it.»
Pinocchio swam on, keeping always near the land. At last he thought that
he had reached a safe place. Giving a look along the shore, he saw
amongst the rocks a kind of cave from which a cloud of smoke was
ascending.
«In that cave,» he said to himself, «there must be a fire. So much the
better. I will go and dry and warm myself, and then? and then we shall
see.»
Having taken the resolution he approached the rocks, but, as he was
going to climb up, he felt something under the water that rose higher
and higher and carried him into the air. He tried to escape, but it was
too late, for, to his extreme surprise, he found himself enclosed in a
great net, together with a swarm of fish of every size and shape, who
were flapping and struggling like so many despairing souls.
At the same moment a fisherman came out of the cave; he was so ugly, so
horribly ugly, that he looked like a sea monster. Instead of hair his
head was covered with a thick bush of green grass, his skin was green,
his eyes were green, his long beard that came down to the ground was
also green. He had the appearance of an immense lizard standing on its
hind-paws.
When the fisherman had drawn his net out of the sea, he exclaimed with
great satisfaction:
«Thank Heaven! Again today I shall have a splendid feast of fish!»
«What a mercy that I am not a fish!» said Pinocchio to himself,
regaining a little courage.
The netful of fish was carried into the cave, which was dark and smoky.
In the middle of the cave a large frying-pan full of oil was frying and
sending out a smell of mushrooms that was suffocating.
«Now we will see what fish we have taken!» said the green fisherman,
and, putting into the net an enormous hand, so out of all proportion
that it looked like a baker’s shovel, he pulled out a handful of fish.
«These fish are good!» he said, looking at them and smelling them
complacently. And after he had smelled them he threw them into a pan
without water.
He repeated the same operation many times, and as he drew out the fish
his mouth watered and he said, chuckling to himself:
«What good whiting!»
«What exquisite sardines!»
«These soles are delicious!»
«And these crabs excellent!»
«What dear little anchovies!»
The last to remain in the net was Pinocchio.
No sooner had the fisherman taken him out than he opened his big green
eyes with astonishment and cried, half frightened:
«What species of fish is this? Fish of this kind I never remember to
have eaten.»
And he looked at him again attentively and, having examined him well all
over, he ended by saying:
«I know: he must be a craw-fish.»
Pinocchio, mortified at being mistaken for a craw-fish, said in an angry
voice:
«A craw-fish indeed! Do you take me for a craw-fish? what treatment! Let
me tell you that I am a puppet.»
«A puppet?» replied the fisherman. «To tell the truth, a puppet is
quite a new fish for me. All the better! I shall eat you with greater
pleasure.»
«Eat me! but will you understand that I am not a fish? Do you hear that
I talk and reason as you do?»
«That is quite true,» said the fisherman; «and as I see that you are a
fish possessed of the talent of talking and reasoning as I do, I will
treat you with all the attention that is your due.»
«And this attention?»
«In token of my friendship and particular regard, I will leave you the
choice of how you would like to be cooked. Would you like to be fried in
the frying-pan, or would you prefer to be stewed with tomato sauce?»
«To tell the truth,» answered Pinocchio, «if I am to choose, I should
prefer to be set at liberty and to return home.»
«You are joking! Do you imagine that I would lose the opportunity of
tasting such a rare fish? It is not every day, I assure you, that a
puppet fish is caught in these waters. Leave it to me. I will fry you in
the frying-pan with the other fish, and you will be quite satisfied. It
is always consolation to be fried in company.»
At this speech the unhappy Pinocchio began to cry and scream and to
implore for mercy, and he said, sobbing: «How much better it would have
been if I had gone to school! I would listen to my companions and now I
am paying for it.»
And he wriggled like an eel and made indescribable efforts to slip out
of the clutches of the green fisherman. But it was useless: the
fisherman took a long strip of rush and, having bound his hands and feet
as if he had been a sausage, he threw him into the pan with the other
fish.
He then fetched a wooden bowl full of flour and began to flour them
each in turn, and as soon as they were ready he threw them into the
frying-pan.
The first to dance in the boiling oil were the poor whitings; the crabs
followed, then the sardines, then the soles, then the anchovies, and at
last it was Pinocchio’s turn. Seeing himself so near death, and such a
horrible death, he was so frightened, and trembled so violently, that he
had neither voice nor breath left for further entreaties.
But the poor boy implored with his eyes! The green fisherman, however,
without caring in the least, plunged him five or six times in the flour,
until he was white from head to foot and looked like a puppet made of
plaster.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXIX
HE RETURNS TO THE FAIRY’S HOUSE
Just as the fisherman was on the point of throwing Pinocchio into the
frying-pan a large dog entered the cave, enticed there by the strong and
savory odor of fried fish.
«Get out!» shouted the fisherman, threateningly, holding the floured
puppet in his hand.
But the poor dog, who was as hungry as a wolf, whined and wagged his
tail as much as to say:
«Give me a mouthful of fish and I will leave you in peace.»
«Get out, I tell you!» repeated the fisherman and he stretched out his
leg to give him a kick.
But the dog, who, when he was really hungry, would not stand trifling,
turned upon him, growling and showing his terrible tusks.
At that moment a little feeble voice was heard in the cave, saying
entreatingly:
«Save me, Alidoro! If you do not save me I shall be fried!»
The dog recognized Pinocchio’s voice and, to his extreme surprise,
perceived that it proceeded from the floured bundle that the fisherman
held in his hand.
So what do you think he did? He made a spring, seized the bundle in his
mouth, and, holding it gently between his teeth, he rushed out of the
cave and was gone like a flash of lightning.
The fisherman, furious at seeing a fish he was so anxious to eat
snatched from him, ran after the dog, but he had not gone many steps
when he was taken with a fit of coughing and had to give it up.
Alidoro, when he had reached the path that led to the village, stopped
and put his friend Pinocchio gently on the ground.
«How much I have to thank you for!» said the puppet.
«There is no necessity,» replied the dog. «You saved me and I have now
returned it. You know that we must all help each other in this world.»
«But how came you to come to the cave?»
«I was lying on the shore more dead than alive when the wind brought to
me the smell of fried fish. The smell excited my appetite and I followed
it up. If I had arrived a second later—«
«Do not mention it!» groaned Pinocchio, who was still trembling with
fright. «Do not mention it! If you had arrived a second later I should
by this time have been fried, eaten and digested. Brrr! It makes me
shudder only to think of it!»
Alidoro, laughing, extended his right paw to the puppet, who shook it
heartily in token of great friendship, and they then separated.
The dog took the road home, and Pinocchio, left alone, went to a cottage
not far off and said to a little old man who was warming himself in the
sun:
«Tell me, good man, do you know anything of a poor boy called Eugene who
was wounded in the head?»
«The boy was brought by some fishermen to this cottage, and now—«
«And now he is dead!» interrupted Pinocchio with great sorrow.
«No, he is alive and has returned to his home.»
«Not really? not really?» cried the puppet, dancing with delight. «Then
the wound was not serious?»
«It might have been very serious and even fatal,» answered the little
old man, «for they threw a thick book bound in cardboard at his head.»
«And who threw it at him?»
«One of his school-fellows, a certain Pinocchio.»
«And who is this Pinocchio?» asked the puppet, pretending ignorance.
«They say that he is a bad boy, a vagabond, a regular good-for-nothing.»
«Calumnies! all calumnies!»
«Do you know this Pinocchio?»
«By sight!» answered the puppet.
«And what is your opinion of him?» asked the little man.
«He seems to me to be a very good boy, anxious to learn, and obedient
and affectionate to his father and family.»
Whilst the puppet was firing off all these lies, he touched his nose and
perceived that it had lengthened more than a hand. Very much alarmed he
began to cry out:
«Don’t believe, good man, what I have been telling you. I know Pinocchio
very well and I can assure you that he is a very bad boy, disobedient
and idle, who, instead of going to school, runs off with his companions
to amuse himself.»
He had hardly finished speaking when his nose became shorter and
returned to the same size that it was before.
«And why are you all covered with white?» asked the old man suddenly.
«I will tell you. Without observing it I rubbed myself against a wall
which had been freshly whitewashed,» answered the puppet, ashamed to
confess that he had been floured like a fish prepared for the
frying-pan.
«And what have you done with your jacket, your trousers, and your cap?»
«I met with robbers, who took them from me. Tell me, good old man, could
you perhaps give me some clothes to return home in?»
«My boy, as to clothes, I have nothing but a little sack in which I keep
beans. If you wish for it, take it; there it is.»
Pinocchio did not wait to be told twice. He took the sack at once and
with a pair of scissors he cut a hole at the end and at each side, and
put it on like a shirt. And with this slight clothing he set off for the
village.
But as he went he did not feel at all comfortable—so little so, indeed,
that for a step forward he took another backwards, and he said, talking
to himself:
«How shall I ever present myself to my good little Fairy? What will she
say when she sees me? Will she forgive me this second escapade? Oh, I am
sure that she will not forgive me! And it serves me right, for I am a
rascal. I am always promising to correct myself and I never keep my
word!»
When he reached the village it was night and very dark. A storm had come
on and as the rain was coming down in torrents he went straight to the
Fairy’s house, resolved to knock at the door.
But when he was there his courage failed him and instead of knocking he
ran away some twenty paces. He returned to the door a second time and
laid hold of the knocker, and, trembling, gave a little knock.
He waited and waited. At last, after half an hour had passed, a window
on the top floor was opened—the house was four stories high—and
Pinocchio saw a big Snail with a lighted candle on her head looking out.
She called to him:
«Who is there at this hour?»
«Is the Fairy at home?» asked the puppet.
«The Fairy is asleep and must not be awakened; but who are you?»
«It is I.»
«Who is I?»
«Pinocchio.»
«And who is Pinocchio?»
«The puppet who lives in the Fairy’s house.»
«Ah, I understand!» said the Snail. «Wait for me there. I will come down
and open the door directly.»
«Be quick, for pity’s sake, for I am dying of cold.»
«My boy, I am a snail, and snails are never in a hurry.»
An hour passed, and then two, and the door was not opened. Pinocchio,
who was wet through and through, and trembling from cold and fear, at
last took courage and knocked again, and this time he knocked louder.
At this second knock a window on the lower story opened and the same
Snail appeared at it.
«Beautiful little Snail,» cried Pinocchio from the street, «I have been
waiting for two hours! And two hours on such a bad night seem longer
than two years. Be quick, for pity’s sake.»
«My boy,» answered the calm little animal—«my boy, I am a snail, and
snails are never in a hurry.»
And the window was shut again.
Shortly afterwards midnight struck; then one o’clock, then two o’clock,
and the door remained still closed.
Pinocchio at last, losing all patience, seized the knocker in a rage,
intending to give a blow that would resound through the house. But the
knocker, which was iron, turned suddenly into an eel and, slipping out
of his hands, disappeared in the stream of water that ran down the
middle of the street.
«Ah! is that it?» shouted Pinocchio, blind with rage. «Since the knocker
has disappeared, I will kick instead with all my might.»
And, drawing a little back, he gave a tremendous kick against the house
door. The blow was indeed so violent that his foot went through the wood
and stuck; and when he tried to draw it back again it was trouble thrown
away, for it remained fixed like a nail that has been hammered down.
Think of poor Pinocchio! He was obliged to spend the remainder of the
night with one foot on the ground and the other in the air.
The following morning at daybreak the door was at last opened. The
clever little Snail had taken only nine hours to come down from the
fourth story to the house-door. It is evident that her exertions must
have been great.
«What are you doing with your foot stuck in the door?» she asked the
puppet.
«It was an accident. Do try, beautiful little Snail, if you cannot
release me from this torture.»
«My boy, that is the work of a carpenter, and I have never been a
carpenter.»
«Beg the Fairy from me!»
«The Fairy is asleep and must not be awakened.»
«But what do you suppose that I can do all day nailed to this door?»
«Amuse yourself by counting the ants that pass down the street.»
«Bring me at least something to eat, for I am quite exhausted.»
«At once,» said the Snail.
In fact, after three hours and a half she returned to Pinocchio carrying
a silver tray on her head. The tray contained a loaf of bread, a roast
chicken, and four ripe apricots.
«Here is the breakfast that the Fairy has sent you,» said the Snail.
The puppet felt very much comforted at the sight of these good things.
But when he began to eat them, what was his disgust at making the
discovery that the bread was plaster, the chicken cardboard, and the
four apricots painted alabaster.
He wanted to cry. In his desperation he tried to throw away the tray and
all that was on it; but instead, either from grief or exhaustion, he
fainted away.
When he came to himself he found that he was lying on a sofa, and the
Fairy was beside him.
«I will pardon you once more,» the Fairy said, «but woe to you if you
behave badly a third time!»
Pinocchio promised and swore that he would study, and that for the
future he would always conduct himself well.
And he kept his word for the remainder of the year. Indeed, at the
examinations before the holidays, he had the honor of being the first in
the school, and his behavior in general was so satisfactory and
praiseworthy that the Fairy was very much pleased, and said to him:
«Tomorrow your wish shall be gratified.»
«And that is?»
«Tomorrow you shall cease to be a wooden puppet and you shall become a
boy.»
No one who had not witnessed it could ever imagine Pinocchio’s joy at
this long-sighed-for good fortune. All his school-fellows were to be
invited for the following day to a grand breakfast at the Fairy’s house,
that they might celebrate together the great event. The Fairy had
prepared two hundred cups of coffee and milk, and four hundred rolls cut
and buttered on each side. The day promised to be most happy and
delightful, but—
Unfortunately in the lives of puppets there is always a «but» that
spoils everything.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXX
THE «LAND OF BOOBIES»
Pinocchio, as was natural, asked the Fairy’s permission to go round the
town to give out the invitations, and the Fairy said to him:
«Go, if you like, and invite your companions for the breakfast tomorrow,
but remember to return home before dark. Have you understood?»
«I promise to be back in an hour,» answered the puppet.
«Take care, Pinocchio! Boys are always very ready to promise, but
generally they are little given to keep their word.»
«But I am not like other boys. When I say a thing, I do it.»
«We shall see. If you are disobedient, so much the worse for you.»
«Why?»
«Because boys who do not listen to the advice of those who know more
than they do always meet with some misfortune or other.»
«I have experienced that,» said Pinocchio, «but I shall never make that
mistake again.»
«We shall see if that is true.»
Without saying more the puppet took leave of his good Fairy, who was
like a mamma to him, and went out of the house singing and dancing.
In less than an hour all his friends were invited. Some accepted at once
heartily; others at first required pressing; but when they heard that
the rolls to be eaten with the coffee were to be buttered on both sides
they ended by saying:
«We will come also, to do you a pleasure.»
Now I must tell you that amongst Pinocchio’s friends and school-fellows
there was one that he greatly preferred and was very fond of. This boy’s
name was Romeo, but he always went by the nickname of Candlewick,
because he was so thin, straight and bright, like the new wick of a
little nightlight.
Candlewick was the laziest and the naughtiest boy in the school, but
Pinocchio was devoted to him. He had indeed gone at once to his house to
invite him to the breakfast, but he had not found him. He returned a
second time, but Candlewick was not there. He went a third time, but it
was in vain. Where could he search for him? He looked here, there, and
everywhere, and at last he saw him hiding on the porch of a peasant’s
cottage.
«What are you doing there?» asked Pinocchio, coming up to him.
«I am waiting for midnight, to start away.»
«And where are you going?»
«I am going to live in a country—the most delightful country in the
world: a real land of sweetmeats!»
«And what is it called?»
«It is called the ‘Land of Boobies.’ Why do you not come, too?»
«I? No, never!»
«You are wrong, Pinocchio. If you do not come you will repent it. Where
could you find a better country for us boys? There are no schools there;
there are no masters; there are no books. In that delightful land nobody
ever studies. On Saturday there is never school, and every week consists
of six Saturdays and one Sunday. Only think, the autumn holidays begin
on the first of January and finish on the last day of December. That is
the country for me! That is what all civilized countries should be
like!»
«But how are the days spent in the ‘Land of Boobies’?»
They are spent in play and amusement from morning till night. When night
comes you go to bed, and recommence the same life in the morning. What
do you think of it?»
«Hum!» said Pinocchio, and he shook his head slightly, as much as to
say, «That is a life that I also would willingly lead.»
«Well, will you go with me? Yes or no? Resolve quickly.»
«No, no, no, and again no. I promised my good Fairy to become a well
conducted boy, and I will keep my word. And as I see that the sun is
setting I must leave you at once and run away. Good-bye, and a pleasant
journey to you.»
«Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?»
«Home. My good Fairy wishes me to be back before dark.»
«Wait another two minutes.»
«It will make me too late.»
«Only two minutes.»
«And if the Fairy scolds me?»
«Let her scold. When she has scolded well she will hold her tongue,»
said that rascal Candlewick.
«And what are you going to do? Are you going alone or with companions?»
«Alone? Indeed not, there will be more than a hundred boys.»
«And do you make the journey on foot?»
«A coach will pass by shortly which is to take me to that happy
country.»
«What would I not give for the coach to pass by now!»
«Why?»
«That I might see you all start together.»
«Stay here a little longer and you will see us.»
«No, no, I must go home.»
«Wait another two minutes.»
«I have already delayed too long. The Fairy will be anxious about me.»
«Poor Fairy! Is she afraid that the bats will eat you?»
«But now,» continued Pinocchio, «are you really certain that there are
no schools in that country?»
«Not even the shadow of one.»
«And no masters either?»
«Not one.»
«And no one is ever made to study?»
«Never, never, never!»
«What a delightful country!» said Pinocchio, his mouth watering. «What a
delightful country! I have never been there, but I can quite imagine
it.»
«Why will you not come also?»
«It is useless to tempt me. I promised my good Fairy to become a
sensible boy, and I will not break my word.»
«Good-bye, then, and give my compliments to all the boys at school, if
you meet them in the street.»
«Good-bye, Candlewick; a pleasant journey to you; amuse yourself, and
think sometimes of your friends.»
Thus saying, the puppet made two steps to go, but then stopped, and,
turning to his friend, he inquired:
«But are you quite certain that in that country all the weeks consist of
six Saturdays and one Sunday?»
«Most certainly.»
«But do you know for certain that the holidays begin on the first of
January and finish on the last day of December?»
«Assuredly.»
«What a delightful country!» repeated Pinocchio, looking enchanted.
Then, with a resolute air, he added in a great hurry:
«This time really good-bye, and a pleasant journey to you.»
«Good-bye.»
«When do you start?»
«Shortly.»
«What a pity! If really it wanted only an hour to the time of your
start, I should almost be tempted to wait.»
«And the Fairy?»
«It is already late. If I return home an hour sooner or later it will
be all the same.»
«Poor Pinocchio! And if the Fairy scolds you?»
«I must have patience! I will let her scold. When she has scolded well
she will hold her tongue.»
In the meantime night had come on and it was quite dark. Suddenly they
saw in the distance a small light moving and they heard a noise of
talking, and the sound of a trumpet, but so small and feeble that it
resembled the hum of a mosquito.
«Here it is!» shouted Candlewick, jumping to his feet.
«What is it?» asked Pinocchio in a whisper.
«It is the coach coming to take me. Now will you come, yes or no?»
«But is it really true,» asked the puppet, «that in that country boys
are never obliged to study?»
«Never, never, never!»
«What a delightful country! What a delightful country! What a delightful
country!»
[Illustration: THEY THOUGHT IT WOULD BE MORE COMFORTABLE TO GET ON THE
TUNNY’S BACK]
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXI
PINOCCHIO ENJOYS FIVE MONTHS OF HAPPINESS
At last the coach arrived, and it arrived without making the slightest
noise, for its wheels were bound round with flax and rags.
It was drawn by twelve pairs of donkeys, all the same size but of
different colors.
Some were gray, some white, some brindled like pepper and salt, and
others had large stripes of yellow and blue.
But the most extraordinary thing was this: the twelve pairs, that is,
the twenty-four donkeys, instead of being shod like other beasts of
burden, had on their feet men’s boots made of white kid.
And the coachman?
Picture to yourself a little man broader than he was long, flabby and
greasy like a lump of butter, with a small round face like an orange, a
little mouth that was always laughing, and a soft, caressing voice like
a cat when she is trying to insinuate herself into the good graces of
the mistress of the house.
All the boys vied with each other in taking places in his coach, to be
conducted to the «Land of Boobies.»
The coach was, in fact, quite full of boys between eight and fourteen
years old, heaped one upon another like herrings in a barrel. They were
uncomfortable, packed closely together and could hardly breathe; but
nobody said «Oh!»—nobody grumbled. The consolation of knowing that in a
few hours they would reach a country where there were no books, no
schools, and no masters, made them so happy and resigned that they felt
neither fatigue nor inconvenience, neither hunger, nor thirst, nor want
of sleep.
As soon as the coach had drawn up the little man turned to Candlewick
and with a thousand smirks and grimaces said to him, smiling:
«Tell me, my fine boy, would you also like to go to that fortunate
country?»
«I certainly wish to go.»
«But I must warn you, my dear child, that there is not a place left in
the coach. You can see for yourself that it is quite full.»
«No matter,» replied Candlewick, «if there is no place inside, I will
manage to sit on the springs.»
And, giving a leap, he seated himself astride on the springs.
«And you, my love!» said the little man, turning in a flattering manner
to Pinocchio, «what do you intend to do? Are you coming with us or are
you going to remain behind?»
«I remain behind,» answered Pinocchio. «I am going home. I intend to
study, as all well conducted boys do.»
«Much good may it do you!»
«Pinocchio!» called out Candlewick, «listen to me: come with us and we
shall have such fun.»
«No, no, no!»
«Come with us and we shall have such fun,» shouted in chorus a hundred
voices from the inside of the coach.
«But if I come with you, what will my good Fairy say?» said the puppet,
who was beginning to yield.
«Do not trouble your head with melancholy thoughts. Consider only that
we are going to a country where we shall be at liberty to run riot from
morning till night.»
Pinocchio did not answer, but he sighed; he sighed again; he sighed for
the third time, and he said finally:
«Make a little room for me, for I am coming, too.»
«The places are all full,» replied the little man; «but, to show you how
welcome you are, you shall have my seat on the box.»
«And you?»
«Oh, I will go on foot.»
«No, indeed, I could not allow that. I would rather mount one of these
donkeys,» cried Pinocchio.
Approaching the right-hand donkey of the first pair, he attempted to
mount him, but the animal turned on him and, giving him a great blow in
the stomach, rolled him over with his legs in the air.
You can imagine the impertinent and immoderate laughter of all the boys
who witnessed this scene.
But the little man did not laugh. He approached the rebellious donkey
and, pretending to give him a kiss, bit off half of his ear.
Pinocchio in the meantime had gotten up from the ground in a fury and,
with a spring, he seated himself on the poor animal’s back. And he
sprang so well that the boys stopped laughing and began to shout:
«Hurrah, Pinocchio!» and they clapped their hands and applauded him as
if they would never finish.
Now that Pinocchio was mounted, the coach started. Whilst the donkeys
were galloping and the coach was rattling over the stones of the high
road, the puppet thought that he heard a low voice that was scarcely
audible saying to him:
«Poor fool! you would follow your own way, but you will repent it!»
Pinocchio, feeling almost frightened, looked from side to side to try
and discover where these words could come from, but he saw nobody. The
donkeys galloped, the coach rattled, the boys inside slept, Candlewick
snored like a dormouse, and the little man seated on the box sang
between his teeth:
«During the night all sleep,
But I sleep never.»
After they had gone another mile, Pinocchio heard the same little low
voice saying to him:
«Bear it in mind, simpleton! Boys who refuse to study and turn their
backs upon books, schools and masters, to pass their time in play and
amusement, sooner or later come to a bad end. I know it by experience,
and I can tell you. A day will come when you will weep as I am weeping
now, but then it will be too late!»
On hearing these words whispered very softly, the puppet, more
frightened than ever, sprang down from the back of his donkey and went
and took hold of his mouth.
Imagine his surprise when he found that the donkey was crying—crying
like a boy!
«Eh! Sir Coachman,» cried Pinocchio to the little man, «here is an
extraordinary thing! This donkey is crying.»
«Let him cry; he will laugh when he is a bridegroom.»
«But have you by chance taught him to talk?»
«No; but he spent three years in a company of learned dogs, and he
learned to mutter a few words.»
«Poor beast!»
«Come, come,» said the little man, «don’t let us waste time in seeing a
donkey cry. Mount him and let us go on: the night is cold and the road
is long.»
Pinocchio obeyed without another word. In the morning about daybreak
they arrived safely in the «Land of Boobies.»
It was a country unlike any other country in the world. The population
was composed entirely of boys. The oldest were fourteen, and the
youngest scarcely eight years old. In the streets there was such
merriment, noise and shouting that it was enough to turn anybody’s head.
There were troops of boys everywhere. Some were playing with nuts, some
with battledores, some with balls. Some rode velocipedes, others wooden
horses. A party were playing at hide and seek, a few were chasing each
other. Some were reciting, some singing, some leaping. Some were amusing
themselves with walking on their hands with their feet in the air;
others were trundling hoops or strutting about dressed as generals,
wearing leaf helmets and commanding a squadron of cardboard soldiers.
Some were laughing, some shouting, some were calling out; others clapped
their hands, or whistled, or clucked like a hen who has just laid an
egg.
In every square, canvas theaters had been erected and they were crowded
with boys from morning till evening. On the walls of the houses there
were inscriptions written in charcoal: «Long live playthings, we will
have no more schools; down with arithmetic,» and similar other fine
sentiments, all in bad spelling.
Pinocchio, Candlewick and the other boys who had made the journey with
the little man, had scarcely set foot in the town before they were in
the thick of the tumult, and I need not tell you that in a few minutes
they had made acquaintance with everybody. Where could happier or more
contented boys be found?
In the midst of continual games and every variety of amusement, the
hours, the days and the weeks passed like lightning.
«Oh, what a delightful life!» said Pinocchio, whenever by chance he met
Candlewick.
«See, then, if I was not right?» replied the other. «And to think that
you did not want to come! To think that you had taken it into your head
to return home to your Fairy, and to lose your time in studying! If you
are this moment free from the bother of books and school, you must
acknowledge that you owe it to me, to my advice, and to my persuasions.
It is only friends who know how to render such great services.»
«It is true, Candlewick! If I am now a really happy boy, it is all your
doing. But do you know what the master used to say when he talked to me
of you? He always said to me: ‘Do not associate with that rascal
Candlewick, for he is a bad companion, and will only lead you into
mischief!'»
«Poor master!» replied the other, shaking his head. «I know only too
well that he disliked me, and amused himself by calumniating me; but I
am generous and I forgive him!»
«Noble soul!» said Pinocchio, embracing his friend affectionately and
kissing him between the eyes.
This delightful life had gone on for five months. The days had been
entirely spent in play and amusement, without a thought of books or
school, when one morning Pinocchio awoke to a most disagreeable surprise
that put him into a very bad humor.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXII
PINOCCHIO TURNS INTO A DONKEY
The surprise was that Pinocchio, when he awoke, scratched his head, and
in scratching his head he discovered, to his great astonishment, that
his ears had grown more than a hand.
You know that the puppet from his birth had always had very small
ears—so small that they were not visible to the naked eye. You can
imagine then what he felt when he found that during the night his ears
had become so long that they seemed like two brooms.
He went at once in search of a glass that he might look at himself, but,
not being able to find one, he filled the basin of his washing-stand
with water, and he saw reflected what he certainly would never have
wished to see. He saw his head embellished with a magnificent pair of
donkey’s ears!
Only think of poor Pinocchio’s sorrow, shame and despair!
He began to cry and roar, and he beat his head against the wall, but the
more he cried the longer his ears grew; they grew, and grew, and became
hairy towards the points.
At the sound of his loud outcries a beautiful little Marmot that lived
on the first floor came into the room. Seeing the puppet in such grief
she asked earnestly:
«What has happened to you, my dear fellow-lodger?»
«I am ill, my dear little Marmot, very ill, and my illness frightens me.
Do you understand counting a pulse?»
«A little.»
«Then feel and see if by chance I have got fever.»
The little Marmot raised her right fore-paw, and, after having felt
Pinocchio’s pulse, she said to him, sighing:
«My friend, I am grieved to be obliged to give you bad news!»
«What is it?»
«You have got a very bad fever!»
«What fever is it?»
«It is donkey fever.»
«That is a fever that I do not understand,» said the puppet, but he
understood it only too well.
«Then I will explain it to you,» said the Marmot. «You must know that in
two or three hours you will be no longer a puppet, or a boy.»
«Then what shall I be?»
«In two or three hours you will become really and truly a little donkey,
like those that draw carts and carry cabbages and salad to market.»
«Oh, unfortunate that I am! unfortunate that I am!» cried Pinocchio,
seizing his two ears with his hands and pulling them and tearing them
furiously as if they had been some one else’s ears.
«My dear boy,» said the Marmot, by way of consoling him, «you can do
nothing. It is destiny. It is written in the decrees of wisdom that all
boys who are lazy, and who take a dislike to books, to schools, and to
masters, and who pass their time in amusement, games, and diversions,
must end sooner or later by becoming transformed into so many little
donkeys.»
«But is it really so?» asked the puppet, sobbing.
«It is indeed only too true! And tears are now useless. You should have
thought of it sooner!»
«But it was not my fault; believe me, little Marmot, the fault was all
Candlewick’s!»
«And who is this Candlewick?»
«One of my school-fellows. I wanted to return home; I wanted to be
obedient. I wished to study, but Candlewick said to me: ‘Why should you
bother yourself by studying? Why should you go to school? Come with us
instead to the «Land of Boobies»; there we shall none of us have to
learn; there we shall amuse ourselves from morning to night, and we
shall always be merry’.»
«And why did you follow the advice of that false friend? of that bad
companion?»
«Why? Because, my dear little Marmot, I am a puppet with no sense, and
with no heart. Ah! if I had had the least heart I should never have left
that good Fairy who loved me like a mamma, and who had done so much for
me! And I would be no longer a puppet, for I would by this time have
become a little boy like so many others: But if I meet Candlewick, woe
to him! He shall hear what I think of him!»
And he turned to go out. But when he reached the door he remembered his
donkey’s ears, and, feeling ashamed to show them in public, what do you
think he did? He took a big cotton cap and, putting it on his head, he
pulled it well down over the point of his nose.
He then set out and went everywhere in search of Candlewick. He looked
for him in the streets, in the squares, in the little theaters, in every
possible place, but he could not find him. He inquired for him of
everybody he met, but no one had seen him.
He then went to seek him at his house and, having reached the door, he
knocked.
«Who is there?» asked Candlewick from within.
«It is I!» answered the puppet.
«Wait a moment and I will let you in.»
After half an hour the door was opened and imagine Pinocchio’s feelings
when, upon going into the room, he saw his friend Candlewick with a big
cotton cap on his head which came down over his nose.
At the sight of the cap Pinocchio felt almost consoled and thought to
himself:
«Has my friend got the same illness that I have? Is he also suffering
from donkey fever?»
And, pretending to have observed nothing, he asked him, smiling:
«How are you, my dear Candlewick?»
«Very well; as well as a mouse in a Parmesan cheese.»
«Are you saying that seriously?»
«Why should I tell you a lie?»
«Excuse me; but why, then, do you keep that cotton cap on your head
which covers up your ears?»
«The doctor ordered me to wear it because I have hurt this knee. And
you, dear puppet, why have you got on that cotton cap pulled down over
your nose?»
«The doctor prescribed it because I have grazed my foot.»
«Oh, poor Pinocchio!»
«Oh, poor Candlewick!»
After these words a long silence followed, during which the two friends
did nothing but look mockingly at each other.
At last the puppet said in a soft voice to his companion:
«Satisfy my curiosity, my dear Candlewick: have you ever suffered from
disease of the ears?»
«Never! And you?»
«Never. Only since this morning one of my ears aches.»
«Mine is also paining me.»
«You also? And which of your ears hurts you?»
«Both of them. And you?»
«Both of them. Can we have got the same illness?»
«I fear so.»
«Will you do me a kindness, Candlewick?»
«Willingly! With all my heart.»
«Will you let me see your ears?»
«Why not? But first, my dear Pinocchio, I should like to see yours.»
«No: you must be first.»
«No, dear. First you and then I!»
«Well,» said the puppet, «let us come to an agreement like good
friends.»
«Let us hear it.»
«We will both take off our caps at the same moment. Do you agree?»
«I agree.»
«Then, attention!»
And Pinocchio began to count in a loud voice:
«One, two, three!»
At the word «Three!» the two boys took off their caps and threw them
into the air.
And then a scene followed that would seem incredible if it were not
true. That is, that when Pinocchio and Candlewick discovered that they
were both struck with the same misfortune, instead of feeling full of
mortification and grief, they began to prick their ungainly ears and to
make a thousand antics, and they ended by going into bursts of laughter.
And they laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until they had to hold
themselves together. But in the midst of their merriment Candlewick
suddenly stopped, staggered, and, changing color, said to his friend:
«Help, help, Pinocchio!»
«What is the matter with you?»
«Alas, I cannot any longer stand upright.»
«Neither can I,» exclaimed Pinocchio, tottering and beginning to cry.
And whilst they were talking, they both doubled up and began to run
round the room on their hands and feet. And as they ran, their hands
became hoofs, their faces lengthened into muzzles, and their backs
became covered with a light gray hairy coat sprinkled with black.
But do you know what was the worst moment for these two wretched boys?
The worst and the most humiliating moment was when their tails grew.
Vanquished by shame and sorrow, they wept and lamented their fate.
Oh, if they had but been wiser! But instead of sighs and lamentations
they could only bray like asses; and they brayed loudly and said in
chorus: «Hee-haw!»
Whilst this was going on some one knocked at the door and a voice on the
outside said:
«Open the door! I am the little man, I am the coachman who brought you
to this country. Open at once, or it will be the worse for you!»
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXIII
PINOCCHIO IS TRAINED FOR THE CIRCUS
Finding that the door remained shut the little man burst it open with a
violent kick and, coming into the room, he said to Pinocchio and
Candlewick with his usual little laugh:
«Well done, boys! You brayed well, and I recognized you by your voices.
That is why I am here.»
At these words the two little donkeys were quite stupefied and stood
with their heads down, their ears lowered, and their tails between their
legs.
At first the little man stroked and caressed them; then, taking out a
currycomb, he currycombed them well. And when by this process he had
polished them till they shone like two mirrors, he put a halter round
their necks and led them to the market-place, in hopes of selling them
and making a good profit.
And indeed buyers were not wanting. Candlewick was bought by a peasant
whose donkey had died the previous day. Pinocchio was sold to the
director of a company of buffoons and tight-rope dancers, who bought him
that he might teach him to leap and to dance with the other animals
belonging to the company.
And now, my little readers, you will have understood the fine trade that
little man pursued. The wicked little monster, who had a face all milk
and honey, made frequent journeys round the world with his coach. As he
went along he collected, with promises and flattery, all the idle boys
who had taken a dislike to books and school. As soon as his coach was
full he conducted them to the «Land of Boobies,» that they might pass
their time in games, in uproar, and in amusement. When these poor,
deluded boys, from continual play and no study, had become so many
little donkeys, he took possession of them with great delight and
satisfaction, and carried them off to the fairs and markets to be sold.
And in this way he had in a few years made heaps of money and had become
a millionaire.
What became of Candlewick I do not know, but I do know that Pinocchio
from the very first day had to endure a very hard, laborious life.
When he was put into his stall his master filled the manger with straw;
but Pinocchio, having tried a mouthful, spat it out again.
Then his master, grumbling, filled the manger with hay; but neither did
the hay please him.
«Ah!» exclaimed his master in a passion. «Does not hay please you
either? Leave it to me, my fine donkey; if you are so full of caprices I
will find a way to cure you!»
And by way of correcting him he struck his legs with his whip.
Pinocchio began to cry and to bray with pain, and he said, braying:
«Hee-haw! I cannot digest straw!»
«Then eat hay!» said his master, who understood perfectly the asinine
dialect.
«Hee-haw! hay gives me a pain in my stomach.»
«Do you mean to pretend that a little donkey like you must be kept on
breasts of chickens, and capons in jelly?» asked his master, getting
more and more angry, and whipping him again.
At this second whipping Pinocchio prudently held his tongue and said
nothing more.
The stable was then shut and Pinocchio was left alone. He had not eaten
for many hours and he began to yawn from hunger. And when he yawned he
opened a mouth that seemed as wide as an oven.
At last, finding nothing else in the manger, he resigned himself and
chewed a little hay; and after he had chewed it well, he shut his eyes
and swallowed it.
«This hay is not bad,» he said to himself; «but how much better it would
have been if I had gone on with my studies! Instead of hay I might now
be eating a hunch of new bread and a fine slice of sausage. But I must
have patience!»
The next morning when he woke he looked in the manger for a little more
hay; but he found none, for he had eaten it all during the night.
Then he took a mouthful of chopped straw, but whilst he was chewing it
he had to acknowledge that the taste of chopped straw did not in the
least resemble a savory dish of macaroni or pie.
«But I must have patience!» he repeated as he went on chewing. «May my
example serve at least as a warning to all disobedient boys who do not
want to study. Patience!»
«Patience indeed!» shouted his master, coming at that moment into the
stable. «Do you think, my little donkey, that I bought you only to give
you food and drink? I bought you to make you work, and that you might
earn money for me. Up, then, at once! you must come with me into the
circus, and there I will teach you to jump through hoops, to go through
frames of paper head foremost, to dance waltzes and polkas, and to stand
upright on your hind legs.»
Poor Pinocchio, either by love or by force, had to learn all these fine
things. But it took him three months before he had learned them, and he
got many a whipping that nearly took off his skin.
At last a day came when his master was able to announce that he would
give a really extraordinary representation. The many colored placards
stuck on the street corners were thus worded:
GREAT FULL DRESS REPRESENTATION
TONIGHT
WILL TAKE PLACE THE USUAL FEATS AND SURPRISING
PERFORMANCES EXECUTED BY ALL THE ARTISTS
AND BY ALL THE HORSES OF THE COMPANY
AND MOREOVER
THE FAMOUS
LITTLE DONKEY PINOCCHIO
CALLED
THE STAR OF THE DANCE
WILL MAKE HIS FIRST APPEARANCE
THE THEATER WILL BE BRILLIANTLY ILLUMINATED
[Illustration: In Less Than an Hour All His Friends Were Invited]
On that evening, as you may imagine, an hour before the play was to
begin the theater was crammed.
There was not a place to be had either in the pit or the stalls, or in
the boxes even, by paying its weight in gold.
The benches round the circus were crowded with children and with boys of
all ages, who were in a fever of impatience to see the famous little
donkey Pinocchio dance.
When the first part of the performance was over, the director of the
company, dressed in a black coat, white breeches, and big leather boots
that came above his knees, presented himself to the public, and, after
making a profound bow, he began with much solemnity the following
ridiculous speech:
«Respectable public, ladies and gentlemen! The humble undersigned being
a passer-by in this illustrious city, I have wished to procure for
myself the honor, not to say the pleasure, of presenting to this
intelligent and distinguished audience a celebrated little donkey, who
has already had the honor of dancing in the presence of His Majesty the
Emperor of all the principal courts of Europe.
«And, thanking you, I beg of you to help us with your inspiring presence
and to be indulgent to us.»
This speech was received with much laughter and applause, but the
applause redoubled and became tumultuous when the little donkey
Pinocchio made his appearance in the middle of the circus. He was decked
out for the occasion. He had a new bridle of polished leather with brass
buckles and studs, and two white camelias in his ears. His mane was
divided and curled, and each curl was tied with bows of colored ribbon.
He had a girth of gold and silver round his body, and his tail was
plaited with amaranth and blue velvet ribbons. He was, in fact, a little
donkey to fall in love with!
The director, in presenting him to the public, added these few words:
«My respectable auditors! I am not here to tell you falsehoods of the
great difficulties that I have overcome in understanding and subjugating
this mammifer, whilst he was grazing at liberty amongst the mountains in
the plains of the torrid zone. I beg you will observe the wild rolling
of his eyes. Every means having been tried in vain to tame him, and to
accustom him to the life of domestic quadrupeds, I was often forced to
have recourse to the convincing argument of the whip. But all my
goodness to him, instead of gaining his affections, has, on the
contrary, increased his viciousness. However, following the system of
Gall, I discovered in his cranium a bony cartilage that the Faculty of
Medicine of Paris has itself recognized as the regenerating bulb of the
hair, and of dance. For this reason I have not only taught him to dance,
but also to jump through hoops and through frames covered with paper.
Admire him, and then pass your opinion on him! But before taking my
leave of you, permit me, ladies and gentlemen, to invite you to the
daily performance that will take place tomorrow evening; but in case the
weather should threaten rain, the performance will be postponed till
tomorrow morning at 11 ante-meridian of post-meridian.»
Here the director made another profound bow, and, then turning to
Pinocchio, he said:
«Courage, Pinocchio! before you begin your feats make your bow to this
distinguished audience—ladies, gentlemen, and children.»
Pinocchio obeyed, and bent both his knees till they touched the ground,
and remained kneeling until the director, cracking his whip, shouted to
him:
«At a foot’s pace!»
Then the little donkey raised himself on his four legs and began to walk
round the theater, keeping at a foot’s pace.
After a little the director cried:
«Trot!» and Pinocchio, obeying the order, changed to a trot.
«Gallop!» and Pinocchio broke into a gallop.
«Full gallop!» and Pinocchio went full gallop. But whilst he was going
full speed like a race horse the director, raising his arm in the air,
fired off a pistol.
At the shot the little donkey, pretending to be wounded, fell his whole
length in the circus, as if he were really dying.
As he got up from the ground amidst an outburst of applause, shouts and
clapping of hands, he naturally raised his head and looked up, and he
saw in one of the boxes a beautiful lady who wore round her neck a thick
gold chain from which hung a medallion. On the medallion was painted the
portrait of a puppet.
«That is my portrait! That lady is the Fairy!» said Pinocchio to
himself, recognizing her immediately; and, overcome with delight, he
tried to cry:
«Oh, my little Fairy! Oh, my little Fairy!»
But instead of these words a bray came from his throat, so sonorous and
so prolonged that all the spectators laughed, and more especially all
the children who were in the theater.
Then the director, to give him a lesson, and to make him understand that
it is not good manners to bray before the public, gave him a blow on his
nose with the handle of his whip.
The poor little donkey put his tongue out an inch and licked his nose
for at least five minutes, thinking perhaps that it would ease the pain
he felt.
But what was his despair when, looking up a second time, he saw that the
box was empty and that the Fairy had disappeared!
He thought he was going to die; his eyes filled with tears and he began
to weep. Nobody, however, noticed it, and least of all the director who,
cracking his whip, shouted:
«Courage, Pinocchio! Now let the audience see how gracefully you can
jump through the hoops.»
Pinocchio tried two or three times, but each time that he came in front
of the hoop, instead of going through it, he found it easier to go under
it. At last he made a leap and went through it, but his right leg
unfortunately caught in the hoop, and that caused him to fall to the
ground doubled up in a heap on the other side.
When he got up he was lame and it was only with great difficulty that he
managed to return to the stable.
«Bring out Pinocchio! We want the little donkey! Bring out the little
donkey!» shouted all the boys in the theater, touched and sorry for the
sad accident.
But the little donkey was seen no more that evening.
The following morning the veterinary, that is, the doctor of animals,
paid him a visit, and declared that he would remain lame for life.
The director then said to the stable-boy:
«What do you suppose I can do with a lame donkey? He would eat food
without earning it. Take him to the market and sell him.»
When they reached the market a purchaser was found at once. He asked the
stable-boy:
«How much do you want for that lame donkey?»
«Twenty dollars.»
«I will give you two dollars. Don’t suppose that I am buying him to make
use of; I am buying him solely for his skin. I see that his skin is very
hard and I intend to make a drum with it for the band of my village.»
Imagine poor Pinocchio’s feelings when he heard that he was destined to
become a drum!
As soon as the purchaser had paid his two dollars he conducted the
little donkey to the seashore. He then put a stone round his neck and,
tying a rope, the end of which he held in his hand, round his leg, he
gave him a sudden push and threw him into the water.
Pinocchio, weighted down by the stone, went at once to the bottom, and
his owner, keeping tight hold of the cord, sat down quietly on a piece
of rock to wait until the little donkey was drowned, intending then to
skin him.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXIV
PINOCCHIO IS SWALLOWED BY THE DOG-FISH
After Pinocchio had been fifty minutes under the water, his purchaser
said aloud to himself:
«My poor little lame donkey must by this time be quite drowned. I will
therefore pull him out of the water, and I will make a fine drum of his
skin.»
And he began to haul in the rope that he had tied to the donkey’s leg,
and he hauled, and hauled, and hauled, until at last—what do you think
appeared above the water? Instead of a little dead donkey he saw a live
puppet, who was wriggling like an eel.
Seeing this wooden puppet, the poor man thought he was dreaming, and,
struck dumb with astonishment, he remained with his mouth open and his
eyes starting out of his head.
Having somewhat recovered from his first stupefaction, he asked in a
quavering voice:
«And the little donkey that I threw into the sea? What has become of
him?»
«I am the little donkey!» said Pinocchio, laughing.
«You?»
«I.»
«Ah, you young scamp!! Do you dare to make game of me?»
«To make game of you? Quite the contrary, my dear master? I am speaking
seriously.»
«But how can you, who but a short time ago were a little donkey, have
become a wooden puppet, only from having been left in the water?»
«It must have been the effect of sea water. The sea makes extraordinary
changes.»
«Beware, puppet, beware! Don’t imagine that you can amuse yourself at my
expense. Woe to you if I lose patience!»
«Well, master, do you wish to know the true story? If you will set my
leg free I will tell it you.»
The good man, who was curious to hear the true story, immediately untied
the knot that kept him bound; and Pinocchio, finding himself free as a
bird in the air, commenced as follows:
«You must know that I was once a puppet as I am now, and I was on the
point of becoming a boy like the many who are in the world. But instead,
induced by my dislike for study and the advice of bad companions, I ran
away from home. One fine day when I awoke I found myself changed into a
donkey with long ears, and a long tail. What a disgrace it was to
me!—a disgrace, dear master, that even your worst enemy would not
inflict upon you! Taken to the market to be sold I was bought by the
director of an equestrian company, who took it into his head to make a
famous dancer of me, and a famous leaper through hoops. But one night
during a performance I had a bad fall in the circus and lamed both my
legs. Then the director, not knowing what to do with a lame donkey, sent
me to be sold, and you were the purchaser!»
«Only too true. And I paid two dollars for you. And now, who will give
me back my good money?»
«And why did you buy me? You bought me to make a drum of my skin!»
«Only too true! And now, where shall I find another skin?»
«Don’t despair, master. There are such a number of little donkeys in the
world!»
«Tell me, you impertinent rascal, does your story end here?»
«No,» answered the puppet; «I have another two words to say and then I
shall have finished. After you had bought me you brought me to this
place to kill me; but then, yielding to a feeling of compassion, you
preferred to tie a stone round my neck and to throw me into the sea.
This humane feeling does you great honor and I shall always be grateful
to you for it. But, nevertheless, dear master, this time you made your
calculations without considering the Fairy!»
«And who is the Fairy?»
«She is my mamma and she resembles all other good mammas who care for
their children, and who never lose sight of them, but help them
lovingly, even when, on account of their foolishness and evil conduct,
they deserve to be abandoned and left to themselves. Well, then, the
good Fairy, as soon as she saw that I was in danger of drowning, sent
immediately an immense shoal of fish, who, believing me really to be a
little dead donkey, began to eat me. And what mouthfuls they took; I
should never have thought that fish were greedier than boys! Some ate my
ears, some my muzzle, others my neck and mane, some the skin of my legs,
some my coat. Amongst them there was a little fish so polite that he
even condescended to eat my tail.»
«From this time forth,» said his purchaser, horrified, «I swear that I
will never touch fish. It would be too dreadful to open a mullet, or a
fried whiting, and to find inside a donkey’s tail!»
«I agree with you,» said the puppet, laughing. «However, I must tell you
that when the fish had finished eating the donkey’s hide that covered me
from head to foot, they naturally reached the bone, or rather the wood,
for, as you see, I am made of the hardest wood. But after giving a few
bites they soon discovered that I was not a morsel for their teeth, and,
disgusted with such indigestible food, they went off, some in one
direction and some in another, without so much as saying ‘Thank you’ to
me. And now, at last, I have told you how it was that when you pulled up
the rope you found a live puppet instead of a dead donkey.»
«I laugh at your story,» cried the man in a rage. «I know only that I
spent two dollars to buy you, and I will have my money back. Shall I
tell you what I will do? I will take you back to the market and I will
sell you by weight as seasoned wood for lighting fires.»
«Sell me if you like; I am content,» said Pinocchio.
But as he said it he made a spring and plunged into the water. Swimming
gaily away from the shore, he called to his poor owner:
«Good-bye, master; if you should be in want of a skin to make a drum,
remember me.»
And he laughed and went on swimming, and after a while he turned again
and shouted louder:
«Good-bye, master; if you should be in want of a little well seasoned
wood for lighting the fire, remember me.»
In the twinkling of an eye he had swum so far off that he was scarcely
visible. All that could be seen of him was a little black speck on the
surface of the sea that from time to time lifted its legs out of the
water and leaped and capered like a dolphin enjoying himself.
Whilst Pinocchio was swimming, he knew not whither, he saw in the midst
of the sea a rock that seemed to be made of white marble, and on the
summit there stood a beautiful little goat who bleated lovingly and made
signs to him to approach.
But the most singular thing was this. The little goat’s hair, instead of
being white or black, or a mixture of two colors as is usual with other
goats, was blue, and a very vivid blue, greatly resembling the hair of
the beautiful Child.
I leave you to imagine how rapidly poor Pinocchio’s heart began to beat.
He swam with redoubled strength and energy towards the white rock; and
he was already half-way there when he saw, rising up out of the water
and coming to meet him, the horrible head of a sea-monster. His
wide-open, cavernous mouth and his three rows of enormous teeth would
have been terrifying to look at even in a picture.
And do you know what this sea-monster was?
This sea-monster was neither more nor less than that gigantic Dog-Fish,
who has been mentioned many times in this story, and who, for his
slaughter and for his insatiable voracity, had been named the «Attila of
Fish and Fishermen.»
Only to think of poor Pinocchio’s terror at the sight of the monster. He
tried to avoid it, to change his direction; he tried to escape, but that
immense, wide-open mouth came towards him with the velocity of an arrow.
«Be quick, Pinocchio, for pity’s sake!» cried the beautiful little goat,
bleating.
And Pinocchio swam desperately with his arms, his chest, his legs, and
his feet.
«Quick, Pinocchio, the monster is close upon you!»
And Pinocchio swam quicker than ever, and flew on with the rapidity of a
ball from a gun. He had nearly reached the rock, and the little goat,
leaning over towards the sea, had stretched out her fore-legs to help
him out of the water!
But it was too late! The monster had overtaken him and, drawing in his
breath, he sucked in the poor puppet as he would have sucked a hen’s
egg; and he swallowed him with such violence and avidity that Pinocchio,
in falling into the Dog-Fish’s stomach, received such a blow that he
remained unconscious for a quarter of an hour afterwards.
When he came to himself again after the shock he could not in the least
imagine in what world he was. All around him it was quite dark, and the
darkness was so black and so profound that it seemed to him that he had
fallen head downwards into an inkstand full of ink. He listened, but he
could hear no noise; only from time to time great gusts of wind blew in
his face. At first he could not understand where the wind came from, but
at last he discovered that it came out of the monster’s lungs. For you
must know that the Dog-Fish suffered very much from asthma, and when he
breathed it was exactly as if a north wind was blowing.
Pinocchio at first tried to keep up his courage, but when he had one
proof after another that he was really shut up in the body of this
sea-monster he began to cry and scream, and to sob out:
«Help! help! Oh, how unfortunate I am! Will nobody come to save me?»
«Who do you think could save you, unhappy wretch?» said a voice in the
dark that sounded like a guitar out of tune.
«Who is speaking?» asked Pinocchio, frozen with terror.
«It is I! I am a poor Tunny who was swallowed by the Dog-Fish at the
same time that you were. And what fish are you?»
«I have nothing in common with fish. I am a puppet.»
«Then, if you are not a fish, why did you let yourself be swallowed by
the monster?»
«I didn’t let myself be swallowed; it was the monster swallowed me! And
now, what are we to do here in the dark?»
«Resign ourselves and wait until the Dog-Fish has digested us both.»
«But I do not want to be digested!» howled Pinocchio, beginning to cry
again.
«Neither do I want to be digested,» added the Tunny; «but I am enough of
a philosopher to console myself by thinking that when one is born a
Tunny it is more dignified to die in the water than in oil.»
«That is all nonsense!» cried Pinocchio.
«It is my opinion,» replied the Tunny, «and opinions, so say the
political Tunnies, ought to be respected.»
«To sum it all up, I want to get away from here. I want to escape.»
«Escape, if you are able!»
«Is this Dog-Fish who has swallowed us very big?» asked the puppet.
«Big! Why, only imagine, his body is two miles long without counting his
tail.»
Whilst they were holding this conversation in the dark, Pinocchio
thought that he saw a light a long way off.
«What is that little light I see in the distance?» he asked.
«It is most likely some companion in misfortune who is waiting, like us,
to be digested.»
«I will go and find him. Do you not think that it may by chance be some
old fish who perhaps could show us how to escape?»
«I hope it may be so, with all my heart, dear puppet.»
«Good-bye, Tunny.»
«Good-bye, puppet, and good fortune attend you.»
«Where shall we meet again?»
«Who can say? It is better not even to think of it!»
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXV
A HAPPY SURPRISE FOR PINOCCHIO
Pinocchio, having taken leave of his friend the Tunny, began to grope
his way in the dark through the body of the Dog-Fish, taking a step at a
time in the direction of the light that he saw shining dimly at a great
distance.
The farther he advanced the brighter became the light; and he walked and
walked until at last he reached it; and when he reached it—what did he
find? I will give you a thousand guesses. He found a little table spread
out and on it a lighted candle stuck into a green glass bottle, and,
seated at the table, was a little old man. He was eating some live fish,
and they were so very much alive that whilst he was eating them they
sometimes even jumped out of his mouth.
At this sight Pinocchio was filled with such great and unexpected joy
that he became almost delirious. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry,
he wanted to say a thousand things, and instead he could only stammer
out a few confused and broken words. At last he succeeded in uttering a
cry of joy, and, opening his arms, he threw them around the little old
man’s neck, and began to shout:
«Oh, my dear papa! I have found you at last! I will never leave you
more, never more, never more!»
«Then my eyes tell me true?» said the little old man, rubbing his eyes;
«then you are really my dear Pinocchio?»
«Yes, yes, I am Pinocchio, really Pinocchio! And you have quite forgiven
me, have you not? Oh, my dear papa, how good you are! And to think that
I, on the contrary—Oh! but if you only knew what misfortunes have been
poured on my head, and all that has befallen me! Only imagine, the day
that you, poor, dear papa, sold your coat to buy me a spelling-book,
that I might go to school, I escaped to see the puppet show, and the
showman wanted to put me on the fire, that I might roast his mutton, and
he was the same that afterwards gave me five gold pieces to take them to
you, but I met the Fox and the Cat, who took me to the inn of The Red
Craw-Fish, where they ate like wolves, and I left by myself in the
middle of the night, and I encountered assassins who ran after me, and I
ran away, and they followed, and I ran, and they always followed me, and
I ran, until they hung me to a branch of a Big Oak, and the beautiful
Child with blue hair sent a little carriage to fetch me, and the doctors
when they saw me said immediately, ‘If he is not dead, it is a proof
that he is still alive’—and then by chance I told a lie, and my nose
began to grow until I could no longer get through the door of the room,
for which reason I went with the Fox and the Cat to bury the four gold
pieces, for one I had spent at the inn, and the Parrot began to laugh,
and instead of two thousand gold pieces I found none left, for which
reason the judge when he heard that I had been robbed had me immediately
put in prison to content the robbers, and then when I was coming away I
saw a beautiful bunch of grapes in a field, and I was caught in a trap,
and the peasant, who was quite right, put a dog-collar round my neck
that I might guard the poultry-yard, and acknowledging my innocence let
me go, and the Serpent with the smoking tail began to laugh and broke a
blood-vessel in his chest, and so I returned to the house of the
beautiful Child, who was dead, and the Pigeon, seeing that I was crying,
said to me, ‘I have seen your father who was building a little boat to
go in search of you,’ and I said to him, ‘Oh! if I also had wings,’ and
he said to me, ‘Do you want to go to your father?’ and I said, ‘Without
doubt! but who will take me to him?’ and he said to me, ‘I will take
you,’ and I said to him, ‘How?’ and he said to me, ‘Get on my back,’ and
so we flew all night, and then in the morning all the fishermen who were
looking out to sea said to me, ‘There is a poor man in a boat who is on
the point of being drowned,’ and I recognized you at once, even at that
distance, for my heart told me, and I made signs to you to return to
land.»
«I also recognized you,» said Geppetto, «and I would willingly have
returned to the shore, but what was I to do! The sea was tremendous and
a great wave upset my boat. Then a horrible Dog-Fish, who was near, as
soon as he saw me in the water, came towards me, and, putting out his
tongue, took hold of me and swallowed me as if I had been a little apple
tart.»
«And how long have you been shut up here?» asked Pinocchio.
[Illustration: They Thought It Would Be More Comfortable to Get on the
Tunny’s Back]
«Since that day—it must be nearly two years ago; two years, my dear
Pinocchio, that have seemed like two centuries!»
«And how have you managed to live? And where did you get the candle? And
the matches to light it? Who gave them to you?»
«Stop, and I will tell you everything. You must know, then, that in the
same storm in which my boat was upset a merchant vessel foundered. The
sailors were all saved, but the vessel went to the bottom, and the
Dog-Fish, who had that day an excellent appetite, after he had swallowed
me, swallowed also the vessel.»
«How?»
«He swallowed it in one mouthful, and the only thing that he spat out
was the mainmast, that had stuck between his teeth like a fish-bone.
Fortunately for me, the vessel was laden with preserved meat in tins,
biscuit, bottles of wine, dried raisins, cheese, coffee, sugar, candles,
and boxes of wax matches. With this providential supply I have been able
to live for two years. But I have arrived at the end of my resources;
there is nothing left in the larder, and this candle that you see
burning is the last that remains.»
«And after that?»
«After that, dear boy, we shall both remain in the dark.»
«Then, dear little papa,» said Pinocchio, «there is no time to lose. We
must think of escaping.»
«Of escaping? How?»
«We must escape through the mouth of the Dog-Fish, throw ourselves into
the sea and swim away.»
«You talk well; but, dear Pinocchio, I don’t know how to swim.»
«What does that matter? I am a good swimmer, and you can get on my
shoulders and I will carry you safely to shore.»
«All illusions, my boy!» replied Geppetto, shaking his head, with a
melancholy smile. «Do you suppose it possible that a puppet like you,
scarcely a yard high, could have the strength to swim with me on his
shoulders!»
«Try it and you will see!»
Without another word Pinocchio took the candle in his hand, and, going
in front to light the way, he said to his father:
«Follow me, and don’t be afraid.»
And they walked for some time and traversed the body and the stomach of
the Dog-Fish. But when they had arrived at the point where the monster’s
big throat began, they thought it better to stop to give a good look
around and to choose the best moment for escaping.
Now, I must tell you that the Dog-Fish, being very old, and suffering
from asthma and palpitation of the heart, was obliged to sleep with his
mouth open. Pinocchio, therefore, having approached the entrance to his
throat, and, looking up, could see beyond the enormous gaping mouth a
large piece of starry sky and beautiful moonlight.
«This is the moment to escape,» he whispered, turning to his father;
«the Dog-Fish is sleeping like a dormouse, the sea is calm, and it is as
light as day. Follow me, dear papa, and in a short time we shall be in
safety.»
They immediately climbed up the throat of the sea-monster, and, having
reached his immense mouth, they began to walk on tiptoe down his tongue.
Before taking the final leap the puppet said to his father:
«Get on my shoulders and put your arms tightly around my neck. I will
take care of the rest.»
As soon as Geppetto was firmly settled on his son’s shoulders,
Pinocchio, feeling sure of himself, threw himself into the water and
began to swim. The sea was as smooth as oil, the moon shone brilliantly,
and the Dog-Fish was sleeping so profoundly that even a cannonade would
have failed to wake him.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXVI
PINOCCHIO AT LAST CEASES TO BE A PUPPET AND BECOMES A BOY
Whilst Pinocchio was swimming quickly towards the shore he discovered
that his father, who was on his shoulders with his legs in the water,
was trembling as violently as if the poor man had an attack of ague
fever.
Was he trembling from cold or from fear. Perhaps a little from both the
one and the other. But Pinocchio, thinking it was from fear, said, to
comfort him:
«Courage, papa! In a few minutes we shall be safely on shore.»
«But where is this blessed shore?» asked the little old man, becoming
still more frightened, and screwing up his eyes as tailors do when they
wish to thread a needle. «I have been looking in every direction and I
see nothing but the sky and the sea.»
«But I see the shore as well,» said the puppet. «You must know that I am
like a cat: I see better by night than by day.»
Poor Pinocchio was making a pretense of being in good spirits, but in
reality he was beginning to feel discouraged; his strength was failing,
he was gasping and panting for breath. He could do no more, and the
shore was still far off.
He swam until he had no breath left; then he turned his head to Geppetto
and said in broken words?
«Papa, help me, I am dying!»
The father and son were on the point of drowning when they heard a voice
like a guitar out of tune saying:
«Who is it that is dying?»
«It is I, and my poor father!»
«I know that voice! You are Pinocchio!»
«Precisely; and you?»
«I am the Tunny, your prison companion in the body of the Dog-Fish.»
«And how did you manage to escape?»
«I followed your example. You showed me the road, and I escaped after
you.»
«Tunny, you have arrived at the right moment! I implore you to help us
or we are lost.»
«Willingly and with all my heart. You must, both of you, take hold of my
tail and leave it to me to guide you. I will take you on shore in four
minutes.»
Geppetto and Pinocchio, as I need not tell you, accepted the offer at
once; but, instead of holding on by his tail, they thought it would be
more comfortable to get on the Tunny’s back.
Having reached the shore, Pinocchio sprang first on land that he might
help his father to do the same. He then turned to the Tunny and said to
him in a voice full of emotion:
«My friend, you have saved my papa’s life. I can find no words with
which to thank you properly. Permit me at least to give you a kiss as a
sign of my eternal gratitude!»
The Tunny put his head out of the water and Pinocchio, kneeling on the
ground, kissed him tenderly on the mouth. At this spontaneous proof of
warm affection, the poor Tunny, who was not accustomed to it, felt
extremely touched, and, ashamed to let himself be seen crying like a
child, he plunged under the water and disappeared.
By this time the day had dawned. Pinocchio, then offering his arm to
Geppetto, who had scarcely breath to stand, said to him:
«Lean on my arm, dear papa, and let us go. We will walk very slowly,
like the ants, and when we are tired we can rest by the wayside.»
«And where shall we go?» asked Geppetto.
«In search of some house or cottage, where they will give us for charity
a mouthful of bread, and a little straw to serve as a bed.»
They had not gone a hundred yards when they saw by the roadside two
villainous-looking individuals begging.
They were the Cat and the Fox, but they were scarcely recognizable.
Fancy! the Cat had so long feigned blindness that she had become blind
in reality; and the Fox, old, mangy, and with one side paralyzed, had
not even his tail left. That sneaking thief, having fallen into the most
squalid misery, one fine day had found himself obliged to sell his
beautiful tail to a traveling peddler, who bought it to drive away
flies.
«Oh, Pinocchio!» cried the Fox, «give a little in charity to two poor,
infirm people.»
«Infirm people,» repeated the Cat.
«Begone, impostors!» answered the puppet. «You took me in once, but you
will never catch me again.»
«Believe me, Pinocchio, we are now poor and unfortunate indeed!»
«If you are poor, you deserve it. Recollect the proverb: ‘Stolen money
never fructifies.’ Begone, impostors!»
And, thus saying, Pinocchio and Geppetto went their way in peace. When
they had gone another hundred yards they saw, at the end of a path in
the middle of the fields, a nice little straw hut with a roof of tiles
and bricks.
«That hut must be inhabited by some one,» said Pinocchio. «Let us go and
knock at the door.»
They went and knocked.
«We are a poor father and son without bread and without a roof,»
answered the puppet.
«Turn the key and the door will open,» said the same little voice.
Pinocchio turned the key and the door opened. They went in and looked
here, there, and everywhere, but could see no one.
«Oh! where is the master of the house?» said Pinocchio, much surprised.
«Here I am, up here!»
The father and son looked immediately up to the ceiling, and there on a
beam they saw the Talking-Cricket.
«Oh, my dear little Cricket!» said Pinocchio, bowing politely to him.
«Ah! now you call me ‘Your dear little Cricket.’ But do you remember the
time when you threw the handle of a hammer at me, to drive me from your
house?»
«You are right, Cricket! Drive me away also! Throw the handle of a
hammer at me, but have pity on my poor papa.»
«I will have pity on both father and son, but I wished to remind you of
the ill treatment I received from you, to teach you that in this world,
when it is possible, we should show courtesy to everybody, if we wish it
to be extended to us in our hour of need.»
«You are right. Cricket, you are right, and I will bear in mind the
lesson you have given me. But tell me how you managed to buy this
beautiful hut.»
«This hut was given to me yesterday by a goat whose wool was of a
beautiful blue color.»
«And where has the goat gone?» asked Pinocchio, with lively curiosity.
«I do not know.»
«And when will it come back?»
«It will never come back. It went away yesterday in great grief and,
bleating, it seemed to say: ‘Poor Pinocchio! I shall never see him more,
for by this time the Dog-Fish must have devoured him!'»
«Did it really say that? Then it was she! It was my dear little Fairy,»
exclaimed Pinocchio, crying and sobbing.
When he had cried for some time he dried his eyes and prepared a
comfortable bed of straw for Geppetto to lie down upon. Then he asked
the Cricket:
«Tell me, little Cricket, where can I find a tumbler of milk for my poor
papa?»
«Three fields off from here there lives a gardener called Giangio, who
keeps cows. Go to him and you will get the milk you are in want of.»
Pinocchio ran all the way to Giangio’s house, and the gardener asked
him:
«How much milk do you want?»
«I want a tumblerful.»
«A tumbler of milk costs five cents. Begin by giving me the five cents.»
«I have not even one cent,» replied Pinocchio, grieved and mortified.
«That is bad, puppet,» answered the gardener. «If you have not even one
cent, I have not even a drop of milk.»
«I must have patience!» said Pinocchio, and he turned to go.
«Wait a little,» said Giangio. «We can come to an arrangement together.
Will you undertake to turn the pumping machine?»
«What is the pumping machine?»
«It is a wooden pole which serves to draw up the water from the cistern
to water the vegetables.»
«You can try me.»
«Well, then, if you will draw a hundred buckets of water, I will give
you in compensation a tumbler of milk.»
«It is a bargain.»
Giangio then led Pinocchio to the kitchen garden and taught him how to
turn the pumping machine. Pinocchio immediately began to work; but
before he had drawn up the hundred buckets of water the perspiration was
pouring from his head to his feet. Never before had he undergone such
fatigue.
«Up till now,» said the gardener, «the labor of turning the pumping
machine was performed by my little donkey, but the poor animal is
dying.»
«Will you take me to see him?» said Pinocchio.
«Willingly.»
When Pinocchio went into the stable he saw a beautiful little donkey
stretched on the straw, worn out from hunger and overwork. After looking
at him earnestly, he said to himself, much troubled:
«I am sure I know this little donkey! His face is not new to me.»
And, bending over him, he asked him in asinine language:
«Who are you?»
At this question the little donkey opened his dying eyes, and answered
in broken words in the same language:
«I am—Can—dle—wick.»
And, having again closed his eyes, he expired.
«Oh, poor Candlewick!» said Pinocchio in a low voice; and, taking a
handful of straw, he dried a tear that was rolling down his face.
«Do you grieve for a donkey that cost you nothing?» said the gardener.
«What must it be to me, who bought him for ready money?»
«I must tell you—he was my friend!»
«Your friend?»
«One of my school-fellows!»
«How?» shouted Giangio, laughing loudly. «How? had you donkeys for
school-fellows? I can imagine what wonderful studies you must have
made!»
The puppet, who felt much mortified at these words, did not answer; but,
taking his tumbler of milk, still quite warm, he returned to the hut.
And from that day for more than five months he continued to get up at
daybreak every morning to go and turn the pumping machine, to earn the
tumbler of milk that was of such benefit to his father in his bad state
of health. Nor was he satisfied with this; for, during the time that he
had over, he learned to make hampers and baskets of rushes, and with the
money he obtained by selling them he was able with great economy to
provide for all the daily expenses. Amongst other things he constructed
an elegant little wheel-chair, in which he could take his father out on
fine days to breathe a mouthful of fresh air.
By his industry, ingenuity and his anxiety to work and to overcome
difficulties, he not only succeeded in maintaining his father, who
continued infirm, in comfort, but he also contrived to put aside five
dollars to buy himself a new coat.
One morning he said to his father:
«I am going to the neighboring market to buy myself a jacket, a cap, and
a pair of shoes. When I return,» he added, laughing, «I shall be so well
dressed that you will take me for a fine gentleman.»
And, leaving the house, he began to run merrily and happily along. All
at once he heard himself called by name and, turning around, he saw a
big Snail crawling out from the hedge.
«Do you not know me?» asked the Snail.
«It seems to me—and yet I am not sure—«
«Do you not remember the Snail who was lady’s-maid to the Fairy with
blue hair? Do you not remember the time when I came downstairs to let
you in, and you were caught by your foot, which you had stuck through
the house-door?»
«I remember it all» shouted Pinocchio. «Tell me quickly, my beautiful
little Snail, where have you left my good Fairy? What is she doing? Has
she forgiven me? Does she still remember me? Does she still wish me
well? Is she far from here? Can I go and see her?»
To all these rapid, breathless questions the Snail replied in her usual
phlegmatic manner:
«My dear Pinocchio, the poor Fairy is lying in bed at the hospital!»
«At the hospital?»
«It is only too true. Overtaken by a thousand misfortunes, she has
fallen seriously ill, and she has not even enough to buy herself a
mouthful of bread.»
«Is it really so? Oh, what sorrow you have given me! Oh, poor Fairy!
Poor Fairy! Poor Fairy! If I had a million I would run and carry it to
her, but I have only five dollars. Here they are—I was going to buy a
new coat. Take them, Snail, and carry them at once to my good Fairy.»
«And your new coat?»
«What matters my new coat? I would sell even these rags that I have on
to be able to help her. Go, Snail, and be quick; and in two days return
to this place, for I hope I shall then be able to give you some more
money. Up to this time I have worked to maintain my papa; from today I
will work five hours more that I may also maintain my good mamma.
Good-bye, Snail, I shall expect you in two days.»
The Snail, contrary to her usual habits, began to run like a lizard in a
hot August sun.
That evening Pinocchio, instead of going to bed at ten o’clock, sat up
till midnight had struck; and instead of making eight baskets of rushes
he made sixteen.
Then he went to bed and fell asleep. And whilst he slept he thought that
he saw the Fairy, smiling and beautiful, who, after having kissed him,
said to him:
«Well done, Pinocchio! To reward you for your good heart I will forgive
you for all that is past. Boys who minister tenderly to their parents
and assist them in their misery and infirmities, are deserving of great
praise and affection, even if they cannot be cited as examples of
obedience and good behavior. Try and do better in the future and you
will be happy.»
At this moment his dream ended and Pinocchio opened his eyes and awoke.
But imagine his astonishment when upon awakening he discovered that he
was no longer a wooden puppet, but that he had become instead a boy,
like all other boys. He gave a glance round and saw that the straw walls
of the hut had disappeared, and that he was in a pretty little room
furnished and arranged with a simplicity that was almost elegance.
Jumping out of bed he found a new suit of clothes ready for him, a new
cap, and a pair of new boots, that fitted him beautifully.
He was hardly dressed when he naturally put his hands in his pockets
and pulled out a little ivory purse on which these words were written:
«The Fairy with blue hair returns the five dollars to her dear
Pinocchio, and thanks him for his good heart.» He opened the purse and
instead of five dollars he saw fifty shining gold pieces fresh from the
mint.
He then went and looked at himself in the glass, and he thought he was
some one else. For he no longer saw the usual reflection of a wooden
puppet; he was greeted instead by the image of a bright, intelligent boy
with chestnut hair, blue eyes, and looking as happy and joyful as if it
were the Easter holidays.
In the midst of all these wonders succeeding each other, Pinocchio felt
quite bewildered, and he could not tell if he was really awake or if he
was dreaming with his eyes open.
«Where can my papa be?» he exclaimed suddenly, and, going into the next
room, he found old Geppetto quite well, lively, and in good humor, just
as he had been formerly. He had already resumed his trade of
wood-carving, and he was designing a rich and beautiful frame of leaves,
flowers and the heads of animals.
«Satisfy my curiosity, dear papa,» said Pinocchio, throwing his arms
around his neck and covering him with kisses; «how can this sudden
change be accounted for?»
«This sudden change in our home is all your doing,» answered Geppetto.
«How my doing?»
«Because when boys who have behaved badly turn over a new leaf and
become good, they have the power of bringing contentment and happiness
to their families.»
«And where has the old wooden Pinocchio hidden himself?»
«There he is,» answered Geppetto, and he pointed to a big puppet
leaning against a chair, with its head on one side, its arms dangling,
and its legs so crossed and bent that it was really a miracle that it
remained standing.
Pinocchio turned and looked at it; and, after he had looked at it for a
short time, he said to himself with great complacency:
«How ridiculous I was when I was a puppet! And how glad I am that I have
become a well-behaved little boy!»
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