Then it flew towards the edge of the cliff, and looked round at
them, as if exceedingly anxious that they should return whence they
came. Eurylochus and a few of the others were inclined to turn back.
They could not help suspecting that the purple bird must be aware of
something mischievous that would befall them at the palace, and the
knowledge of which affected its airy spirit with a human sympathy and
sorrow. But the rest of the voyagers, snuffing up the smoke from the
palace kitchen, ridiculed the idea of returning to the vessel. One of
them (more brutal than his fellows, and the most notorious gormandizer
in the whole crew) said such a cruel and wicked thing, that I wonder
the mere thought did not turn him into a wild beast in shape, as he
already was in his nature.
"This troublesome and impertinent little fowl," said he, "would make a
delicate titbit to begin dinner with. Just one plump morsel, melting
away between the teeth. If he comes within my reach, I'll catch him,
and give him to the palace cook to be roasted on a skewer."
The words were hardly out of his mouth, before the purple bird flew
away, crying, "Peep, peep, pe--weep," more dolorously than ever.
"That bird," remarked Eurylochus, "knows more than we do about what
awaits us at the palace."
"Come on, then," cried his comrades, "and we'll soon know as much as he
does."
The party, accordingly, went onward through the green and pleasant
wood. Every little while they caught new glimpses of the marble palace,
which looked more and more beautiful the nearer they approached it.
They soon entered a broad pathway, which seemed to be very neatly
kept, and which went winding along, with streaks of sunshine falling
across it, and specks of light quivering among the deepest shadows that
fell from the lofty trees. It was bordered, too, with a great many
sweet-smelling flowers, such as the mariners had never seen before. So
rich and beautiful they were, that, if the shrubs grew wild here, and
were native in the soil, then this island was surely the flower garden
of the whole earth; or, if transplanted from some other clime, it must
have been from the Happy Islands that lay towards the golden sunset.
"There has been a great deal of pains foolishly wasted on these
flowers," observed one of the company; and I tell you what he said,
that you may keep in mind what gormandizers they were. "For my part,
if I were the owner of the palace, I would bid my gardener cultivate
nothing but savory pot herbs to make a stuffing for roast meat, or to
flavor a stew with."
"Well said!" cried the others. "But I'll warrant you there's a kitchen
garden in the rear of the palace."
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