THE BEETLE WHO WENT ON HIS TRAVELS故事
THE BEETLE WHO WENT ON HIS TRAVELS故事THERE was once an Emperor who had a horse shod with gold.
He had a golden shoe on each foot, and why was this? He was a
beautiful creature, with slender legs, bright, intelligent
eyes, and a mane that hung down over his neck like a veil. He
had carried his master through fire and smoke in the
battle-field, with the bullets whistling round him; he had
kicked and bitten, and taken part in the fight, when the enemy
advanced; and, with his master on his back, he had dashed over
the fallen foe, and saved the golden crown and the Emperor's
life, which was of more value than the brightest gold. This is
the reason of the Emperor's horse wearing golden shoes.
A beetle came creeping forth from the stable, where the
farrier had been shoeing the horse. "Great ones, first, of
course," said he, "and then the little ones; but size is not
always a proof of greatness." He stretched out his thin leg as
he spoke.
"And pray what do you want?" asked the farrier.
"Golden shoes," replied the beetle.
"Why, you must be out of your senses," cried the farrier.
"Golden shoes for you, indeed!"
"Yes, certainly; golden shoes," replied the beetle. "Am I
not just as good as that great creature yonder, who is waited
upon and brushed, and has food and drink placed before him?
And don't I belong to the royal stables?"
"But why does the horse have golden shoes?" asked the
farrier; "of course you understand the reason?"
"Understand! Well, I understand that it is a personal
slight to me," cried the beetle. "It is done to annoy me, so I
intend to go out into the world and seek my fortune."
"Go along with you," said the farrier.
"You're a rude fellow," cried the beetle, as he walked out
of the stable; and then he flew for a short distance, till he
found himself in a beautiful flower-garden, all fragrant with
roses and lavender. The lady-birds, with red and black shells
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on their backs, and delicate wings, were flying about, and one
of them said, "Is it not sweet and lovely here? Oh, how
beautiful everything is."
"I am accustomed to better things," said the beetle. "Do
you call this beautiful? Why, there is not even a dung-heap."
Then he went on, and under the shadow of a large haystack he
found a caterpillar crawling along. "How beautiful this world
is!" said the caterpillar. "The sun is so warm, I quite enjoy
it. And soon I shall go to sleep, and die as they call it, but
I shall wake up with beautiful wings to fly with, like a
butterfly."
"How conceited you are!" exclaimed the beetle. "Fly about
as a butterfly, indeed! what of that. I have come out of the
Emperor's stable, and no one there, not even the Emperor's
horse, who, in fact, wears my cast-off golden shoes, has any
idea of flying, excepting myself. To have wings and fly! why,
I can do that already;" and so saying, he spread his wings and
flew away. "I don't want to be disgusted," he said to himself,
"and yet I can't help it." Soon after, he fell down upon an
extensive lawn, and for a time pretended to sleep, but at last
fell asleep in earnest. Suddenly a heavy shower of rain came
falling from the clouds. The beetle woke up with the noise and
would have been glad to creep into the earth for shelter, but
he could not. He was tumbled over and over with the rain,
sometimes swimming on his stomach and sometimes on his back;
and as for flying, that was out of the question. He began to
doubt whether he should escape with his life, so he remained,
quietly lying where he was. After a while the weather cleared
up a little, and the beetle was able to rub the water from his
eyes, and look about him. He saw something gle
aming, and he
managed to make his way up to it. It was linen which had been
laid to bleach on the grass. He crept into a fold of the damp
linen, which certainly was not so comfortable a place to lie
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in as the warm stable, but there was nothing better, so he
remained lying there for a whole day and night, and the rain
kept on all the time. Towards morning he crept out of his
hiding-place, feeling in a very bad temper with the climate.
Two frogs were sitting on the linen, and their bright eyes
actually glistened with pleasure.
"Wonderful weather this," cried one of them, "and so
refreshing. This linen holds the water together so
beautifully, that my hind legs quiver as if I were going to
swim."
"I should like to know," said another, "If the swallow who
flies so far in her many journeys to foreign lands, ever met
with a better climate than this. What delicious moisture! It
is as pleasant as lying in a wet ditch. I am sure any one who
does not enjoy this has no love for his fatherland."
"Have you ever been in the Emperor's stable?" asked the
beetle. "There the moisture is warm and refreshing; that's the
climate for me, but I could not take it with me on my travels.
Is there not even a dunghill here in this garden, where a
person of rank, like myself, could take up his abode and feel
at home?" But the frogs either did not or would not understand
him.
"I never ask a question twice," said the beetle, after he
had asked this one three times, and received no answer. Then
he went on a little farther and stumbled against a piece of
broken crockery-ware, which certainly ought not to have been
lying there. But as it was there, it formed a good shelter
against wind and weather to several families of earwigs who
dwelt in it. Their requirements were not many, they were very
sociable, and full of affection for their children, so much so
that each mother considered her own child the most beautiful
and clever of them all.
"Our dear son has engaged himself," said one mother, "dear
innocent boy; his greatest ambition is that he may one day
creep into a clergyman's ear. That is a very artless and
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loveable wish; and being engaged will keep him steady. What
happiness for a mother!"
"Our son," said another, "had scarcely crept out of the
egg, when he was off on his travels. He is all life and
spirits, I expect he will wear out his horns with running. How
charming this is for a mother, is it not Mr. Beetle?" for she
knew the stranger by his horny coat.
"You are both quite right," said he; so they begged him to
walk in, that is to come as far as he could under the broken
piece of earthenware.
"Now you shall also see my little earwigs," said a third
and a fourth mother, "they are lovely little things, and
highly amusing. They are never ill-behaved, except when they
are uncomfortable in their inside, which unfortunately often
happens at their age."
Thus each mother spoke of her baby, and their babies
talked after their own fashion, and made use of the little
nippers they have in their tails to nip the beard of the
beetle.
"They are always busy about something, the little rogues,"
said the mother, beaming with maternal pride; but the beetle
felt it a bore, and he therefore inquired the way to the
nearest dung-heap.
"That is quite out in the great world, on the other side
of the ditch," answered an earwig, "I hope none of my children
will ever go so far, it would be the death of me."
"But I shall try to get so far," said the beetle, and he
walked off without taking any formal leave, which is
considered a polite thing to do.
When he arrived at the ditch, he met several friends, all
them beetles; "We live here," they said, "and we are very
comfortable. May we ask you to step down into this rich mud,
you must be fatigued after your journey."
"Certainly," said the beetle, "I shall be most happy; I
have been exposed to the rain, and have had to lie upon linen,
and cleanliness is a thing that greatly exhausts me; I have
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also pains in one of my wings from standing in the draught
under a piece of broken crockery. It is really quite
refreshing to be with one's own kindred again."
"Perhaps you came from a dung-heap," observed the oldest
of them.
"No, indeed, I came from a much grander place," replied
the beetle; "I came from the emperor's stable, where I was
born, with golden shoes on my feet. I am travelling on a
secret embassy, but you must not ask me any questions, for I
cannot betray my secret."
Then the beetle stepped down into the rich mud, where sat
three young-lady beetles, who tittered, because they did not
know what to say.
"None of them are engaged yet," said their mother, and the
beetle maidens tittered again, this time quite in confusion.
"I have never seen greater beauties, even in the royal
stables," exclaimed the beetle, who was now resting himself.
"Don't spoil my girls," said the mother; "and don't talk
to them, pray, unless you have serious intentions."
But of course the beetle's intentions were serious, and
after a while our friend was engaged. The mother gave them her
blessing, and all the other beetles cried "hurrah."
Immediately after the betrothal came the marriage, for
there was no reason to delay. The following day passed very
pleasantly, and the next was tolerably comfortable; but on the
third it became necessary for him to think of getting food for
his wife, and, perhaps, for children.
"I have allowed myself to be taken in," said our beetle to
himself, "and now there's nothing to be done but to take them
in, in return."
No sooner said than done. Away he went, and stayed away
all day and all night, and his wife remained behind a forsaken
widow.
"Oh," said the other beetles, "this fellow that we have
received into our family is nothing but a complete vagabond.
He has gone away and left his wife a burden upon our hands."
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"Well, she can be unmarried again, and remain here with my
other daughters," said the mother. "Fie on the villain that
forsook her!"
In the mean time the beetle, who had sailed across the
ditch on a cabbage leaf, had been journeying on the other
side. In the morning two persons came up to the ditch. When
they saw him they took him up and turned him over and over,
looking very learned all the time, especially one, who was a
boy. "Allah sees the black beetle in the black stone, and the
black rock. Is not that written in the Koran?" he asked.
Then he translated the beetle's name into Latin, and said
a great deal upon the creature's nature and history. The
second person, who was older and a scholar, proposed to carry
the beetle home, as they wanted just such good specimens as
this. Our beetle considered this speech a great insult, so he
flew suddenly out of the speaker's hand. His wings were dry
now, so they carried him to a great distance, till at last he
reached a hothouse, where a sash of the glass roof was partly
open, so he quietly slipped in and buried himself in the warm
earth. "It is very comfortable here," he said to himself, and
soon after fell asleep.
Then he dreamed that the emperor's
horse was dying, and had left him his golden shoes, and also
promised that he should have two more. All this was very
delightful, and when the beetle woke up he crept forth and
looked around him. What a splendid place the hothouse was! At
the back, large palm-trees were growing; and the sunlight made
the leaves- look quite glossy; and beneath them what a
profusion of luxuriant green, and of flowers red like flame,
yellow as amber, or white as new-fallen snow! "What a
wonderful quantity of plants," cried the beetle; "how good
they will taste when they are decayed! This is a capital
store-room. There must certainly be some relations of mine
living here; I will just see if I can find any one with whom I
can associate. I'm proud, certainly; but I'm also proud of
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being so. Then he prowled about in the earth, and thought what
a pleasant dream that was about the dying horse, and the
golden shoes he had inherited. Suddenly a hand seized the
beetle, and squeezed him, and turned him round and round. The
gardener's little son and his playfellow had come into the
hothouse, and, seeing the beetle, wanted to have some fun with
him. First, he was wrapped, in a vine-leaf, and put into a
warm trousers' pocket. He twisted and turned about with all
his might, but he got a good squeeze from the boy's hand, as a
hint for him to keep quiet. Then the boy went quickly towards
a lake that lay at the end of the garden. Here the beetle was
put into an old broken wooden shoe, in which a little stick
had been fastened upright for a mast, and to this mast the
beetle was bound with a piece of worsted. Now he was a sailor,
and had to sail away. The lake was not very large, but to the
beetle it seemed an ocean, and he was so astonished at its
size that he fell over on his back, and kicked out his legs.
Then the little ship sailed away; sometimes the current of the
water seized it, but whenever it went too far from the shore
one of the boys turned up his trousers, and went in after it,
and brought it back to land. But at last, just as it went
merrily out again, the two boys were called, and so angrily,
that they hastened to obey, and ran away as fast as they could
from the pond, so that the little ship was left to its fate.
It was carried away farther and farther from the shore, till
it reached the open sea. This was a terrible prospect for the
beetle, for he could not escape in consequence of being bound
to the mast. Then a fly came and paid him a visit. "What
beautiful weather," said the fly; "I shall rest here and sun
myself. You must have a pleasant time of it."
"You speak without knowing the facts," replied the beetle;
"don't you see that I am a prisoner?"
"Ah, but I'm not a prisoner," remarked the fly, and away
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he flew.
"Well, now I know the world," said the beetle to himself;
"it's an abominable world; I'm the only respectable person in
it. First, they refuse me my golden shoes; then I have to lie
on damp linen, and to stand in a draught; and to crown all,
they fasten a wife upon me. Then, when I have made a step
forward in the world, and found out a comfortable position,
just as I could wish it to be, one of these human boys comes
and ties me up, and leaves me to the mercy of the wild waves,
while the emperor's favorite horse goes prancing about proudly
on his golden shoes. This vexes me more than anything. But it
is useless to look for sympathy in this world. My career has
been very interesting, but what's the use of that if nobody
knows anything about it? The world does not deserve to be made
acquainted with my adventures, for it ought to have given me
golden shoes when the emperor's horse was shod, and I
stretched out my feet to be shod, too. If I had received
golden shoes I should have been an ornament to the stable; now
I am lost to the stable and to the world. It is all over with
me."
But all was not yet over. A boat, in which were a few
young girls, came rowing up. "Look, yonder is an old wooden
shoe sailing along," said one of the younger girls.
"And there's a poor little creature bound fast in it,"
said another.
The boat now came close to our beetle's ship, and the
young girls fished it out of the water. One of them drew a
small pair of scissors from her pocket, and cut the worsted
without hurting the beetle, and when she stepped on shore she
placed him on the grass. "There," she said, "creep away, or
fly, if thou canst. It is a splendid thing to have thy
liberty." Away flew the beetle, straight through the open
window of a large building; there he sank down, tired and
exhausted, exactly on the mane of the emperor's favorite
horse, who was standing in his stable; and the beetle found
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