Now the beaver was often to be seen at the door of the porcupine"s house, and was continually urging him to return the visit; but so far the porcupine had always refused.
"How can I?" he would ask. "You know quite well that in a moment I should have swallowed so much water that my body would sink to the bottom, and I should never come up again. No, no! it is impossible--totally impossible--sorry as I am to give up the pleasure of seeing all the wonderful things you have told me of." And try as he might, the beaver never could get another answer.
But one day he thought of a very clever plan, and he lost no time in putting it into practice. He had noticed from his house that the porcupine was sitting on the sh.o.r.e, enjoying the sun, so he instantly set off to swim to him.
"You are coming to see my house this minute," said he.
"To see your house?" repeated the porcupine in amazement; "but how am I to do that? I have told you a hundred times I should be drowned before I had gone ten yards."
"Oh, no, you wouldn"t!" replied the beaver, "for I am going to carry you. Be quick and get on my back, and hold fast round my neck."
"But I shall die! I know I shall!"
"I tell you, you _won"t_ die. I will take care of that! Oh, don"t be such a coward!" And at length, very slowly, the porcupine climbed up and seated himself.
"Hold tight round my neck," said the beaver again; "I am just going to start." But he need not have troubled to give that advice, for the porcupine"s grasp nearly choked him. Still, so long as the beaver kept on the surface, the porcupine really had nothing to complain of; but when he dived as he did once or twice, the water got into the rider"s eyes and nose and down his throat, and almost suffocated him.
No words could tell how thankful he was to reach the beaver"s house, but he could not think how he should ever have the courage to make that dreadful journey a second time.
"You seem tired; you must have something to eat," said the beaver as the porcupine lay down feebly on his side. The porcupine was very glad to hear that, for he was certainly hungry; but great was his disappointment when the beaver took out of a hole a bundle of sticks and placed them before his guest.
"They are quite young twigs--you will find them very good," said he, and the poor porcupine did not know how to refuse, and ate them silently and without making more faces than he could help, for he did not like them at all.
Next morning, when the porcupine awoke, the beaver was standing by him.
"Let us have a game, friend," he cried; "I know ever so many!"
"What sort of game is it?" asked the porcupine, and the beaver answered: "You shall get on my back, and put your nose well down on the nape of my neck, and four times will I dive to the bottom of the lake, and four times will I come up!"
This did not sound a very good game to the porcupine, and he would have preferred something quite different, but he did not like to be rude or ill-natured, so he agreed to play it. But when it came to the point, the game proved even worse than he thought, for before the beaver started he splashed about with his tail, and filled the porcupine"s eyes and nose with water; and not content with that he stayed below at each dive so very long that, when they rose to the surface for the fourth time, the porcupine was nearly dead.
"I will take you home now," said the beaver; "I have enjoyed my game so much."
No sooner had the porcupine touched dry land than he went up to join his tribe, and bade them come to a feast in his house. As soon as they were all a.s.sembled he told them of the terrible sufferings he had gone through at the hands of the beaver, whom he had always looked on as a friend, though he could do so no more.
"He really almost killed me," he said mournfully; and his guests replied smilingly, "Well, invite _him_ to come and play with _you_."
The porcupine was well pleased with their words, and next day sent a message to the beaver, begging for the honour of a visit as early as possible. The beaver lost no time in setting out, and the porcupine who was keeping watch soon saw him coming up the valley.
"Come in! come in!" cried he, and gave the fire a switch with his tail, so that some sparks flew right into the eyes of the guest. "Do you feel inclined for some food?" inquired the porcupine; "you have had a long walk and I am sure you must be hungry."
"Thank you, I should like some," replied the beaver; but he did not fancy the bark and pine needles that the porcupine placed before him.
However, the porcupine did not seem to notice his guest"s unwillingness, and only said:
"Eat a little faster, my friend, for I am longing to have a game with you"; so the beaver was forced to swallow some of the bark, which he did not like any better than the porcupine had liked the twigs.
"What game is it, and where do you play?" he asked when he had finished.
"Do you see that tree on the slope over there? That is my play-ground.
But, perhaps, as it is getting late and you may be tired, it would be as well to put it off till to-morrow. I will show you where you are to sleep." And as they walked along, the porcupine said something to the sky and the clouds vanished, and in the morning the ground was covered with ice.
The following day he told the beaver he had prepared another feast for him, but as it was just like the last, the beaver would rather have been without it.
"I have finished now," he observed as soon as he could, and the porcupine answered:
"Very well; now we will go out to play."
So the two went down towards the slope and came to a frozen stream which had to be crossed. The porcupine easily got over with his long claws, but the beaver"s feet were smooth, and had nothing to hold on with, thus he slid from one side to the other and was very uncomfortable.
"Come along," said the porcupine, "it is all right"; but the beaver could not "come along," and at last the porcupine had to go back and take him by the hand and lead him over.
"Now you will be able to walk," remarked the porcupine, and they went on to the place where the tree was standing.
"Here we are!" said the porcupine, stopping beneath it.
"But what is the game?" asked the beaver.
"Oh, you have to climb this tree."
"But I have never climbed a tree in my life," replied the beaver anxiously. "How do you begin?"
"I will go first, and you have only to watch me and see how I do it,"
answered the porcupine, and he climbed and climbed till he reached the very top of the tree. Then he let go the branch he was on, and dropped straight to the ground.
"There, it is not very difficult," he said to the beaver; "but as you are not used to climbing I will take you up on my back, and you can come down by yourself. Be sure you cling tight round my neck." And the beaver did--very tight indeed.
It took them some time to reach the top of the tree and then the porcupine put the beaver on to a branch. But the beaver was not much more comfortable than when he was crossing the ice, for his smooth hands could not dig into the bark like the porcupine"s claws.
"Hold fast to the tree, and I will go down first," said the porcupine, and as he spoke he let the branch go, and fell down to the earth. Then he got up, and ran about at the foot of the tree, watching the beaver who was still on his branch, too frightened to move.
"Oh, don"t be afraid! Look at me! I am alive as you see," so at last the beaver let go as the porcupine bade him. But he did not know the proper way to fall as the porcupine did, and his head struck on a rock, and the blow killed him.
Then the porcupine went home.
[_Tsimshian Texts, by Franz Boas._]
_AN OLD-WORLD GHOST_
Children are often inclined to think that the nations who ruled the world long, long ago, were quite unlike ourselves, and always busy with very serious things, such as the pa.s.sing of laws or fighting. It is quite a surprise sometimes to learn that they really shared our feelings on a whole quant.i.ty of subjects, and even, as this story will show, were quite as much afraid of ghosts or haunted houses as anybody in these days could be. It is told by a famous Roman citizen called Pliny, who was born near Lake Como in the reign of the Emperor Nero.