Where did you come from, Baby dear?Out of everywhere into here.Where did you get your eyes so blue?Out of the sky as I came through.Where did you get this pearly ear?God spoke and it came out to hear.But how did you come to us, you dear?God thought of you and so I am here.
"You never made that song, Diamond," said his mother.
"No, mother. But it's mine just the same, for I love it."
"Does loving a thing make it yours?"
"I think so, mother. Baby's mine because I love her, and so are you. Love makes the onlymy-ness, doesn't it, mother?"
"Perhaps so, Diamond. Yes, I think it does," said his mother.
When his father came home for his dinner he looked very sad. He had not got a single fare the whole morning.
"We shall just have to go to the work-house," he said and dropped into a chair in despair. Just then, came a knock at the door and in walked Mr. Raymond! Of course, he wanted to see the horses at once. And when he saw how fat Ruby was and how poor was faithful old Diamond—and when, moreover, he remembered how poor and starved the family looked though Nanny was still there and kindly treated—he knew that Diamond's father had been stanch and true to his bargain, though it had turned out to be a hard one. He was a man worth helping—that was clear! And Mr. Raymond was now ready to help him as much as he needed.
He first pointed out that old Diamond needed only to be fattened up and Ruby thinned down tomake of them a fine pair of horses for his country home to which he was now going. And Diamond's father should go along as coachman. There would be regular wages again and a much more comfortable home in the country.
"And now, will you sell me old Diamond?" asked Mr. Raymond. "If you will, here are twenty pounds for him, if you think that is enough."
"I will sell him to you, sir," answered Diamond's father, "if you promise to let me buy him back if I can, if you ever wish to sell him. I couldnotpart with him without that. Though as to who calls him his, that is nothing. For I believe it's true what my little Diamond says—that it's loving a thing that makes it yours."
"You shall have that chance," said Mr. Raymond. So the bargain was made. How Diamond capered about at the thought of going to the beautiful country to live and having a yard and grass to play on! It would be like the old home at Mr. Coleman's—perhaps even nicer than that. How he danced the baby and sang to it!
"And North Wind told me, Baby dear! She sang in my ears how bad things are just a chance to make good things come!"
Before the end of the month, Ruby had got a great deal thinner and old Diamond a good deal fatter. They really began to look fit to go in double harness. Diamond's father and mother got their things all packed up and were ready to go into the country at the shortest notice. They were now so peaceful, and so happy over the prospect that they believed it worth all the trouble and worry they had gone through.
Nanny had been so happy since she left the hospital and had been living with Diamond's family that she did not think the country would make her any happier. Besides she would have to leave cripple Jim behind and maybe never see him again. She had known cripple Jim much longer than she had known Diamond and he had no one else to care about him.
Diamond had taken a great deal of time and trouble to find Jim. For Jim had moved his home and had not heard of Nanny's illness till long after she was taken to the hospital. He was much too shy to go and inquire about her there. But when atlength she went to live with Diamond's family, Jim was willing enough to go and see her. It was after one of his visits during which he and Nanny had talked things over that Diamond found out that Nanny thought it would not be so very pleasant to go to the country. The sun and the moon and the trees and the flowers did not seem much to Nanny without Jim.
Diamond thought it over and that same night he went to see Mr. Raymond. He wanted to tell him about Jim and Nanny and ask him what they could do about it. "Jim can shine shoes very well indeed, sir," said Diamond. "If you could take Jim into the country too, to clean your shoes and do other odd jobs, then Nanny would like it better. She is so fond of Jim."
Mr. Raymond thought it all over and finally decided that there would be something for Jim to do.
So on a certain day, Diamond's father took his mother and Diamond himself and his little brother and sister and Nanny and Jim down by train to a place called "The Mound," where Mr. Raymond was to live. He went back to London that same night. The next day, he drove Ruby and Diamond down with the carriage behind them, and Mr. Raymond and a lady in the carriage. For Mr. Raymond was nowmarried. And the moment Nanny saw Mrs. Raymond, she recognized her as the lady who had let her wear the beautiful ruby ring when she was ill in the hospital.
The weather was very hot at first, and the woods very shadowy, and the wild flowers mainly gone. But there were plenty of the loveliest grass and daisies about the house. Diamond's chief pleasure seemed to be to lie among them and breathe the pure air. As he lay there, he dreamed often of the country at the back of the north wind and tried to remember the songs the river used to sing. For this was more like being at the back of the north wind than anything he had known since he left it. But though he did lie happily in the grass and dream of her, of North Wind herself, he neither saw nor heard anything for some months.
Mr. Raymond's house was called "The Mound" because it stood upon a steep little knoll that had been made on purpose. It was built for Queen Elizabeth as a hunting tower—a place, that is, from the top of which you could see the country for miles on all sides. From a window the Queen was able to follow with her eyes the flying deer, and the hunters in the chase. The mound had been cast up so as to give thehouse an outlook over the neighboring heights and woods.
Diamond's father and mother lived in a little cottage a short distance from the house. It was a real cottage with a roof of thick thatch which, in June and July, the wind sprinkled with the red and white petals of the rose tree climbing up the walls. But Mr. and Mrs. Raymond wanted Diamond to be a page in their own house. So he was dressed in the little blue suit of a page and lived at "The Mound" itself.
"Would you be afraid to sleep alone, Diamond?" asked his mistress. "There is a little room at the top of the house—all alone. Perhaps you would not mind sleeping there."
"I can sleep anywhere," said Diamond. "And I like best to be high up. Should I be able to see out?"
"I will show you the place," she answered, and taking him by the hand, she led him up and up the oval winding stair into one of the two towers that were on the house. Near the top, they entered a tiny room with two windows from which you could see all over the country. Diamond clapped his hands with delight!
"You would like this room, then, Diamond?" asked his mistress.
"It is the grandest room in the house!" he answered. "I shall be near the stars and yet notfar from the tops of the trees. That is just what I like!"
I daresay he thought also that it would be a nice place for North Wind to call at, in passing. Below him spread a lake of green leaves with glimpses of grass here and there at the bottom. As he looked down, he saw a squirrel appear suddenly and as suddenly vanish among the top-most branches.
"Aha! Mr. Squirrel!" he cried. "My nest is built higher than yours!"
"I will have a bell hung at your door which I can ring when I want you," said his mistress. And so Diamond became a little page in the house.
But after all, his master and mistress seemed to want to keep him out of doors as much as possible. And his father and mother sometimes looked at him very anxiously. Diamond thought that no one seemed to ask him to do much. Often they gave him a story book and sent him out to sit in the sweet air and sunshine at the foot of a big beech tree.
He did not see much of Nanny and Jim. Somehow they liked to slip off together when their work was over. They did not understand the many fancies that Diamond talked about, but they could understand each other very well. They were never unkind to him but they liked better to go off by themselves. Diamond did not mind much. He was never lonely.And then he had a beautiful place where he went and where he saw lovely things that no one else saw.
He called this place his nest. He went to it by going up a little rope ladder that hung from a branch of the big beech tree. When he reached the limb the rope hung from, he went on climbing higher and higher. Up among the leafy branches and away at the top, out of sight, he found a safe and comfortable seat which he called his nest.
"What do you see up there, Diamond," some one asked him once.
"I can see the first star peeping out of the sky. I don't see anything more except a few leaves and the big sky over me. It goes swinging about. The earth is all behind my back. There comes another star! The wind with its kisses makes me feel as if I were in North Wind's arms."
He thought he would be quite happy if only he could remember some of the songs the river sang to him when he was in the country at the back of the north wind. They seemed to be murmuring in his ear most of the time. Yet somehow they were just far enough off so that he could not catch the words.
His little brother and baby sister often played about on the grass with him and often he made up songs to sing to the baby. But these never seemedto be just like the river's songs after all. One of them was about his nest up in the beech tree and it ran like this:
What would you see if I took you upTo my little nest in the air?You would see the sky like a clean blue cupTurned upside downwards there.What would you do if I took you there,To my little nest in the tree?My child with cries would trouble the airTo get what she could but see.What would you get in the top of the tree,For all your crying and grief?Not a star would you clutch of all you see—You could only gather a leaf.But when you had lost your greedy griefContent to see from afar,You would find in your hand a withering leaf,In your heart a shining star!
One night when he reached his own room, he opened both his windows, one of which looked to the north and the other to the east, to find how the wind blew. It blew right in at the north window. Diamond was glad for he thought perhaps North Wind herself would come now. But as she always came of herself and never when he was looking for her, and, indeed, almost never when he was thinking of her, he shut the east window and went to bed.
He awoke in the dim blue night. The moon had vanished from that side of the house. He thought he heard a knocking at his door.
"Somebody wants me!" he said, and jumping out of bed ran to open the door.
But there was no one there. He closed it again, and the noise still going on, found that another door in the room was rattling. It belonged to a closet he thought, but he had never been able to open it. The wind blowing in at the window must be shaking it. He would go and see if that was it.
The door now opened quite easily. To his surprise, instead of a closet he found a long narrowroom. The moon, which was sinking in the west, shone in at an open window at the other end. This room had a low ceiling and spread the whole length of the house close under the roof. It was quite empty. The yellow light of the half moon streamed over the dark floor.
He was so delighted to find this strange moonlit place close to his own snug little room that he began to dance and skip about the floor. The wind came in through the door he had left open. It blew about him as he danced and he kept turning toward it that it might blow in his face.
He kept picturing to himself the many places, lovely and desolate, the hill sides and farm yards and tree-tops and meadows, over which it had blown on its way to "The Mound." As he danced he grew more and more delighted with the motion and the wind. His feet grew stronger and his body lighter. At length, it seemed as if he were borne up on the air and could almost fly.
So strong did this feeling become that at last he began to doubt whether he was not in one of those precious dreams he so often had, in which he floated about on the wind at will. Then something made him look up. To his unspeakable delight, he found his uplifted hands lying in those of North Wind!Yes, North Wind was dancing with him round and round the long bare room, her hair now falling to the floor, now floating to the ceiling. The sweetest of smiles was playing about her beautiful mouth. She did not stoop in order to dance with him but held his hands high in hers.
When he saw her, he gave one spring and his arms were about her neck and her arms holding him to her breast. The same moment, she swept with him out of the open window through which the moon was shining. Making a wide and sweeping circuit, she settled with him in his own little nest at the top of the big beech tree. Diamond was so entirely happy that he did not care to speak a word. But presently, he felt as if he were going to sleep and that would be to lose so much that he was not willing to do it.
"Please, dear North Wind," said he, "I am so happy that I am afraid it is a dream. How am I to know that it is not a dream?"
"What does it matter?" returned North Wind. "The dream—if itisa dream—is a pleasant one, is it not?"
"That is just why I want it to be true! It is not for the dream itself—I mean it is not for the pleasure of it," answered Diamond, "for I have that whether it is a dream or not. It is foryou, North Wind! Icannot bear to find it a dream because then I should loseyou!You would be nobody then and I could not bear that. You are not just a dream, dear North Wind, are you? Do sayno, for I shall not dare dream of you again if you are nobody at all."
"Either I am not a dream, or there is something better which is not a dream, Diamond," said North Wind in a rather sorrowful tone.
"But it is not something better, it isyouI want, North Wind," he persisted.
She made no answer but rose with him in her arms and sailed away over the tree-tops till they came to a meadow where a flock of sheep was feeding.
"Do you remember the song you made up here in this meadow to sing to the baby?" asked North Wind, "about Bo-peep's sheep that ran away from her to follow after the sun? And when she went after them, she could not find the old sheep at all—only some lambs—twice as many new lambs?"
"Oh, yes," said Diamond. "But I do not like that song. It seems to say that one is just as good as another—or that two new ones are better than the one old one you had before. But somehow when once you have looked into anybody's eyes—deep down into them, I mean—no one else will do for you any more. Nobody ever so beautiful or so good will make up toyou for that one going out of sight. So you see, North Wind, I cannot help being frightened to think that perhaps I am only dreaming and that you are nowhere at all! Do tell me that you are my own real beautiful North Wind!"
Again she rose and shot high up into the air. Diamond lay quiet in her arms waiting for her to speak. He tried to see up into her face, for he was dreadfully afraid she did not answer him because she could not tell him she was not a dream. But her hair fell all over her face so that he could not see it. This frightened him still more.
"Do speak, North Wind!" he said at last.
"I am thinking what I can say," said North Wind slowly. "And say it so that a little boy like you can understand."
As she spoke, she was settling quietly down on a grassy hill side in the midst of a wild, furzy common. There was a rabbit warren underneath. Some of the rabbits came out of their holes in the moonlight. They looked very sober and wise, like patriarchs standing in their tent doors and looking about them before going to bed. When they saw North Wind, instead of turning around and vanishing again with a thump of their heels, they cantered slowly up to her. They snuffed all about her with their long upper lipswhich moved every way at once. That was their way of kissing her. Every now and then, she stroked down their long furry backs or lifted and played with their long ears.
"I think," she said to Diamond after they had been sitting silent for a long time, "that if I were only a dream, you would not have been able to love me so. You love me when you are not with me, don't you?"
"Indeed I do!" answered Diamond stroking her hand. "I see! I see! How could I be able to love you as I do if you were not there at all, you know? Besides I would not be able to dream anything half so beautiful all out of my own head. Or if I did, I could not love a fancy of my own like that, could I?"
"I think not. Besides, would you not have forgotten me wholly when you woke again? People almost always forget their dreams. But you have seen me in many shapes, Diamond. You remember I was a wolf once—don't you?"
"Yes, a good wolf that frightened a bad, wicked nurse!"
"Well, if I were to turn to an ugly shape again, would you still wish I were not a dream?"
"Yes, for I should know you were still beautiful inside, and that you loved me still. I should not likeyou to look ugly, you know. And I shouldn't believe it was really you a bit!"
"That's my own Diamond! Then I will try to tell you all I know about it. I don't think I am just what you fancy me to be. I have to shape myself in various ways to various people. But the heart of me is true. People call me by dreadful names and think they know all about me. But they don't. Sometimes they call me Bad Fortune or Evil Chance or Ruin—as Mr. Evans did when I sank his ship. Then people have another name for me which they think the most dreadful of all."
"What is that?" asked Diamond smiling up in her face. "And does it only mean another way in which you do them good though they think you are doing them ill?"
"Yes," answered North Wind, "it is just like that. But I will not tell you that name—not just now. Only will you always remember, if you should hear it, not to be the least afraid of it—or of me? Will you promise, Diamond?"
"Yes, North Wind, I promise," said Diamond. "I will never be afraid of you."
"Do you remember having to go through me to get into the country at my back?" asked North Wind,"after the long, long, long ride in the ship and the journey on the iceberg?"
"Yes, yes, I do! How tired you were, North Wind, when we got at last on to the iceberg and South Wind began to blow! And how thin and weak you grew in the beautiful blue cave in the side of the ice. Afterward when I landed and found you in the cleft in the ice ridge, sitting on your own door-step, how cold you were, North Wind! And so white, all but your lovely eyes! When I went up close to you, my own heart grew like a lump of ice. And when I tried to clasp you, the white grew so thick all about me, and then I forgot for a while."
"You were very near then, Diamond, to knowing what my other name is. But did I hurt you at all, dear boy? Would you be afraid of me if you had to go through me again?"
"No. Why should I? It was delicious to forget like that! It was like going into the softest and sweetest sleep! I should be glad enough to do it again, if it was only to get another peep at the country at your back."
"But you did not then see the real country at the back of the north wind, Diamond," said North Wind.
"Didn't I, North Wind? Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought I did. What did I see?"
"Only a picture of it—a sort of vision of it—and only while you seemed to be asleep. The real country at my real back is ever so much more beautiful than that. You shall see it one day—perhaps before very long."
"Do they sing songs there?" asked Diamond.
"Yes," replied North Wind. "You have not forgotten the lovely river as clear as glass that ran over and through the grass and flowers, have you? Nor the soft sweet songs it was always singing?"
"No," said Diamond. "I remember that best of all. But I could not keep the words of any one of its songs in mind, do what I would. And I did try."
"That was my fault," said North Wind.
"How was that?" asked the little boy.
"Because I could not hear it plainly enough myself to teach it to you. But you will hear the very song itself when you get to the back of——"
"My own dear North Wind," said Diamond, finishing the sentence for her, and stroking the arm that held him leaning against her.
"And now, I will take you home again," said North Wind. "It won't do to tire you too much."
"Oh, no, no!" pleaded Diamond. "I am not in the least tired."
"It is better, though," said North Wind.
"Very well; if you wish it," yielded Diamond, but with a sigh.
"You are a dear boy," said North Wind. "I will come for you again to-morrow night and take you out for a longer time. We shall make a little journey together, in fact. We shall start earlier, and as the moon will be somewhat later, we shall have clear moonlight all the way."
She rose in air and swept over the meadow and the trees. In a few minutes, "The Mound" appeared below them. She sank down to the house and floated in at the window of Diamond's room. There she laid him on his bed and covered him over. In a moment, he had sunk into a dreamless sleep.
The next night, Diamond was tired, but was waiting eagerly for the promised visit of North Wind. He was seated by his open window, with his head on his hand and rather afraid he could not sleep. Suddenly, he started and found he had already been asleep. He looked out of the window and saw something white against his beech tree. It was North Wind. Her hair and her garments went floating away behind her over the tree whose top was swaying about while the other trees were quite still.
"Are you ready, Diamond?" she asked.
"Yes," answered Diamond, "quite ready."
In a moment, she was at the window and her arms came in and took him. She sailed away so swiftly that he could at first mark nothing but the speed with which the clouds above and the dim earth below went rushing past. Soon he began to see that the sky was very lovely with mottled clouds all about the moon on which she threw faint colours like those of an opal.
The night was warm and in North Wind's armshe did not feel the wind which down below was making waves in the ripe grain and ripples on the rivers and lakes. At length, they came down just where a little spring bubbled out of a hill side.
"I am going to take you along this little brook," said North Wind. "I am not needed for anything else to-night and we will just have a lovely little time."
She stooped over the stream and holding Diamond down close to the surface of it glided along, level with its flow, as it ran down the hill. The song of the brook came up into Diamond's ears and grew and grew and changed with every turn. It seemed to Diamond to be singing the story of its life to him. And so it was. It began with a musical tinkle which changed to a babble and then to a gentle rushing.
Sometimes its song would almost cease. Then it broke out again, tinkle, babble, and rush, all at once. At the bottom of the hill, they came to a small river into which the brook flowed with a muffled but merry sound. Along the surface of the river, darkly clear in the moonlight below them, they floated. Now, where it widened out into a little lake, they would hover for a moment over a bed of water-lilies. They watched them swing about, folded in sleep, as thewater on which they leaned swayed in the presence of North Wind. Now they would watch the fishes asleep among their roots below.
Sometimes, North Wind held Diamond over a deep hollow curving into the bank and let him look far into its cool stillness. Sometimes she would leave the river and sweep across a clover field. The bees were all at home and the clover was asleep. Then she would return and follow the river. Now the armies of wheat and of oats would hang over its rush from the opposite bank. Now the willows would dip low branches into its still waters. Now it would lead them through stately trees and grassy banks into a lovely garden where the roses and lilies were asleep and the flowers folded up, or only a few awake sending out strong, sweet odours.
Wider and wider grew the stream until they came upon boats lying along its banks which rocked a little in the flutter of North Wind's garments. Then came houses on the banks, each standing in a lovely lawn with grand trees. In parts, the river was so high that some of the grass and some of the roots of the trees were under water. As they glided through the stems, Diamond could see the grass at the bottom of the water. How like it was to the river which ran through the country at the back of the north wind!And now he seemed to hear more and more clearly its murmured song till at last the words came out plainly.
The sun is gone down,And the moon's in the sky.But the sun will come upAnd the moon be laid by.The flower is asleepBut it is not dead.When the morning shinesIt will lift its head.When winter comesWill it die? Oh, no!It will only hideFrom the frost and snow.Sure is the summer,Sure is the sun.The night and the winterAre shadows that run!
They left the river and began to float about and over the houses one after another—beautiful rich houses which like fine trees had taken hundreds of years to grow. Scarcely a light was to be seen, and not a movement to be heard. All the people lay fast asleep in dreams.
But a little later they came floating past a windowin which a light was burning. Diamond heard a moan coming from it and looked up anxiously into North Wind's face. By a shaded lamp, a lady in a soft white wrapper sat trying to read and forget the pain which made her moan softly while she read. North Wind seemed to read Diamond's thought and floated silently in at the window. Diamond began singing softly the song of the river with its soothing murmuring strain. When he finished, out of the window they slipped away and floated on.
"Did she hear, North Wind?" said Diamond. "Did she know we were trying to help her—and will it help her?"
"She heard you," answered North Wind. "She heard with her heart, though, and not with her ears. She will not forget, but she will never understand till——"
"Till she gets to the back of the north wind," said Diamond.
North Wind smiled. Then she turned so that he could look down at the place over which they were passing.
"Oh!" he cried out suddenly. "I know where we are now. This is my old home before we moved into the city. Do let me get down and go into the old garden, North Wind, and run into mother's room,and into old Diamond's stall. I wonder if the hole is at the back of my bed still—your window, you know. Oh, I should like to stay here all the rest of the night! It won't take you long to get home from here, will it, North Wind?"
"No," she answered; "you shall stay as long as you like."
"Oh, how jolly!" cried Diamond.
North Wind sailed over the house with him and set him down on the lawn at the back. Diamond ran about the lawn for a little while in the moonlight. He found part of it cut up into flower beds and the small summer house and great elm tree were gone. It was so changed! He didn't like it and ran into the stable. There were no horses there at all. He ran upstairs but the rooms were all empty. The only thing left that he cared about was the hole in the wall where his little bed had stood. All besides was desolate. He turned and ran down the stairs again and out upon the lawn. There he threw himself down and began to cry. It was all so dreary and lost!
"I liked the place so much!" he thought to himself. "But now—there is nothing left to like. I suppose it is only the people in a place that make you like it and when they are gone there is nothing left to like. It's as if it were dead! North Wind toldme I might stop as long as I wanted to, but I have stopped too long already! Oh, North Wind!" he cried aloud turning his face up toward the sky.
The moon was under a cloud and all was looking dull and dismal. A star shot from the sky. It fell in the grass beside him. The moment it lighted, there stood North Wind!
"Oh!" cried Diamond joyfully. "Were you the shooting star?"
"Yes," said North Wind.
"And did you hear me call?"
"Yes."
"As high up as that?"
"Yes, I heard you quite well."
"Take me home, North Wind. Take me home!"
"Have you had enough of your old home already?"
"Yes. It is not home here any more."
"Why is that, do you think?" asked North Wind.
"Is it because its soul is gone? Yes, that must be it, is it not, North Wind?"
"Yes, Diamond, that is it. Its soul is gone," said North Wind.
She lifted him into her arms to bear him away. How long they floated about he did not know. But presently all was changed. He was in his own roomagain. And there was North Wind in the doorway of the long narrow room that opened out of his room, and in which the night before he was dancing when he looked up to find his lifted hands clasped in hers and saw her lovely face smiling down upon him.
Now she was a different North Wind. She was just as he had seen her sitting on her own door-step in the far, far north. She was as white as snow and her eyes as blue as the heart of an iceberg.
"That's how she would look when she thought I might be afraid of her," he said to himself. Then he spoke aloud. "I am not afraid of you, dear North Wind," he cried. "See! I am not a bit afraid of you!" Stretching out both his hands to clasp her he pressed up close against her and laid his head upon her breast. And then he fell asleep.
In the morning, they found little Diamond lying on the floor of the big attic room—fast asleep, as they thought, and with such a happy smile on his face. But when they took him up, they found he was not asleep. He had gone to that lovely country at the back of the north wind—to stay.
Transcriber's Notes:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.Page 25, "litle" changed to "little." (made a little place)One instance each of "no-where" and "nowhere" were retained.The frontispiece original says that the text is found on page 334. It is actually located on page 111 and has been edited to reflect this.
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Page 25, "litle" changed to "little." (made a little place)
One instance each of "no-where" and "nowhere" were retained.
The frontispiece original says that the text is found on page 334. It is actually located on page 111 and has been edited to reflect this.