Puck of Pook"s Hill.

by Rudyard Kipling.

PUCK"S SONG

_See you the dimpled track that runs,_ _All hollow through the wheat?_ _O that was where they hauled the guns_ _That smote King Philip"s fleet._

_See you our little mill that clacks,_ _So busy by the brook?_ _She has ground her corn and paid her tax_ _Ever since Domesday Book._

_See you our stilly woods of oak,_ _And the dread ditch beside?_ _O that was where the Saxons broke,_ _On the day that Harold died._

_See you the windy levels spread_ _About the gates of Rye?_ _O that was where the Northmen fled,_ _When Alfred"s ships came by._

_See you our pastures wide and lone,_ _Where the red oxen browse?_ _O there was a City thronged and known,_ _Ere London boasted a house._

_And see you, after rain, the trace_ _Of mound and ditch and wall?_ _O that was a Legion"s camping-place,_ _When Caesar sailed from Gaul._

_And see you marks that show and fade,_ _Like shadows on the Downs?_ _O they are the lines the Flint Men made,_ _To guard their wondrous towns._

_Trackway and Camp and City lost,_ _Salt Marsh where now is corn;_ _Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease,_ _And so was England born!_

_She is not any common Earth,_ _Water or wood or air,_ _But Merlin"s Isle of Gramarye,_ _Where you and I will fare._

WELAND"S SWORD

WELAND"S SWORD(1)

The children were at the Theatre, acting to Three Cows as much as they could remember of _Midsummer Night"s Dream_. Their father had made them a small play out of the big Shakespeare one, and they had rehea.r.s.ed it with him and with their mother till they could say it by heart. They began where Nick Bottom the weaver comes out of the bushes with a donkey"s head on his shoulder, and finds t.i.tania, Queen of the Fairies, asleep. Then they skipped to the part where Bottom asks three little fairies to scratch his head and bring him honey, and they ended where he falls asleep in t.i.tania"s arms. Dan was Puck and Nick Bottom, as well as all three Fairies. He wore a pointy-eared cloth cap for Puck, and a paper donkey"s head out of a Christmas cracker-but it tore if you were not careful-for Bottom. Una was t.i.tania, with a wreath of columbines and a foxglove wand.

The Theatre lay in a meadow called the Long Slip. A little mill-stream, carrying water to a mill two or three fields away, bent round one corner of it, and in the middle of the bend lay a large old fairy Ring of darkened gra.s.s, which was their stage. The mill-stream banks, overgrown with willow, hazel, and guelder rose made convenient places to wait in till your turn came; and a grown-up who had seen it said that Shakespeare himself could not have imagined a more suitable setting for his play. They were not, of course, allowed to act on Midsummer Night itself, but they went down after tea on Midsummer Eve, when the shadows were growing, and they took their supper-hard-boiled eggs, Bath Oliver biscuits, and salt in an envelope-with them. Three Cows had been milked and were grazing steadily with a tearing noise that one could hear all down the meadow; and the noise of the mill at work sounded like bare feet running on hard ground. A cuckoo sat on a gatepost singing his broken June tune, "cuckoo-cuk," while a busy kingfisher crossed from the mill-stream to the brook which ran on the other side of the meadow. Everything else was a sort of thick, sleepy stillness smelling of meadow-sweet and dry gra.s.s.

Their play went beautifully. Dan remembered all his parts-Puck, Bottom, and the three Fairies-and Una never forgot a word of t.i.tania-not even the difficult piece where she tells the Fairies how to feed Bottom with "apric.o.c.ks, ripe figs, and dewberries," and all the lines end in "ies."

They were both so pleased that they acted it three times over from beginning to end before they sat down in the unthistly centre of the Ring to eat eggs and Bath Olivers. This was when they heard a whistle among the alders on the bank, and they jumped.

[Ill.u.s.tration: In the very spot where Dan had stood as Puck they now saw a small, brown, broad-shouldered, pointy-eared person with a snub nose, slanting blue eyes, and a grin that ran right across his freckled face.]

The bushes parted. In the very spot where Dan had stood as Puck they saw a small, brown, broad-shouldered, pointy-eared person with a snub nose, slanting blue eyes, and a grin that ran right across his freckled face. He shaded his forehead as though he were watching Quince, Snout, Bottom, and the others rehearsing _Pyramus__ and Thisbe_, and, in a voice as deep as Three Cows asking to be milked, he began:

"What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here, So near the cradle of our fairy Queen?"

He stopped, hollowed one hand round his ear, and, with a wicked twinkle in his eye, went on:

"What a play toward? I"ll be auditor, An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause."

The children looked and gasped. The small thing-he was no taller than Dan"s shoulder-stepped quietly into the Ring.

"I"m rather out of practice," said he; "but that"s the way my part ought to be played."

Still the children stared at him-from his dark blue cap, like a big columbine flower, to his bare, hairy feet. At last he laughed.

"Please don"t look like that. It isn"t _my_ fault. What else could you expect?" he said.

"We didn"t expect any one," Dan answered, slowly. "This is our field."

"Is it?" said their visitor, sitting down. "Then what on Human Earth made you act _Midsummer Night"s Dream_ three times over, _on_ Midsummer Eve, _in_ the middle of a Ring, and under-right _under_ one of my oldest hills in Old England? Pook"s Hill-Puck"s Hill-Puck"s Hill-Pook"s Hill! It"s as plain as the nose on my face."

He pointed to the bare, fern-covered slope of Pook"s Hill that runs up from the far side of the mill-stream to a dark wood. Beyond that wood the ground rises and rises for five hundred feet, till at last you climb out on the bare top of Beacon Hill, to look over the Pevensey Levels and the Channel and half the naked South Downs.

"By Oak, Ash, and Thorn!" he cried, still laughing. "If this had happened a few hundred years ago you"d have had all the People of the Hills out like bees in June!"

"We didn"t know it was wrong," said Dan.

"Wrong!" The little fellow shook with laughter. "Indeed, it isn"t wrong.

You"ve done something that Kings and Knights and Scholars in old days would have given their crowns and spurs and books to find out. If Merlin himself had helped you, you couldn"t have managed better! You"ve broken the Hills-you"ve broken the Hills! It hasn"t happened in a thousand years."

"We-we didn"t mean to," said Una.

"Of course you didn"t! That"s just why you did it. Unluckily the Hills are empty now, and all the People of the Hills are gone. I"m the only one left. I"m Puck, the oldest Old Thing in England, very much at your service if-if you care to have anything to do with me. If you don"t, of course you"ve only to say so, and I"ll go."

He looked at the children and the children looked at him for quite half a minute. His eyes did not twinkle any more. They were very kind, and there was the beginning of a good smile on his lips.

Una put out her hand. "Don"t go," she said. "We like you."

"Have a Bath Oliver," said Dan, and he pa.s.sed over the squashy envelope with the eggs.

"By Oak, Ash, and Thorn!" cried Puck, taking off his blue cap, "I like you too. Sprinkle a little salt on the biscuit, Dan, and I"ll eat it with you.

That"ll show you the sort of person I am. Some of us"-he went on, with his mouth full-"couldn"t abide Salt, or Horseshoes over a door, or Mountain-ash berries, or Running Water, or Cold Iron, or the sound of Church Bells. But I"m Puck!"

He brushed the crumbs carefully from his doublet and shook hands.

"We always said, Dan and I," Una stammered, "that if it ever happened we"d know ex-actly what to do; but-but now it seems all different somehow."

"She means meeting a fairy," said Dan. "_I_ never believed in "em-not after I was six, anyhow."

"I did," said Una. "At least, I sort of half believed till we learned "Farewell Rewards." Do you know "Farewell Rewards and Fairies"?"

"Do you mean this?" said Puck. He threw his big head back and began at the second line:-

"Good housewives now may say, For now foul s.l.u.ts in dairies Do fare as well as they; For though they sweep their hearths no less

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