The golden heart, and other fairy storiesJacob, Violet
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The golden heart, and other fairy stories
Jacob, Violet
Children's stories; Fairy tales; Fantasy literature
“That depends on what you are accustomed to,” replied the fish. “For my
part, I should say it was a particularly warm night for the time of
year. What in the world do you find to do in that monstrous boat? Is
there anything worth eating up there?”
“It’s very dull,” said the little boy. “My father said I was to go to
sleep, but I can’t. I’m not sleepy.”
“Why don’t you come down here?” suggested the fish. “It stands to reason
that it must be much more amusing in the water.”
“I should be drowned; I can’t swim like you.”
“How dreadfully ignorant,” remarked the fish.
The little boy was rather hurt at this, and made no reply.
“Well,” continued the hoarse voice from below, “if you like to come with
me, I can show you some of the most wonderful things in the world; you
can hold by my tail and I’ll pull you along. You can’t drown so long as
you don’t let go.”
The little boy was much tempted.
“But are you sure you won’t leave me?” he asked anxiously.
“Goodness, no,” replied the fish, “I’ll see that no harm comes to you.
You are evidently a shockingly ignorant child, and it would be real
charity to show you something of the world. Come along and don’t be
silly.”
The little boy looked round to see that there was no one near, then he
slipped over the side and, in another minute, was in the sea and holding
firmly to the tail of his new acquaintance.
Away they shot through the clear water; it was not nearly so cold as it
had looked, and the rapid motion was very exciting.
On they flew, smoothly and easily; they passed tall ships and
curiously-shaped masses of rock sticking up out of the sea. Great
twisted pieces of sea-weed floated by them, and the flashing lights of
Orion’s Belt seemed suspended from the dark blue arch overhead, while,
up in the north, the Northern Lights shot their trembling streamers far
into the centre of the sky.
By the time day was dawning they had reached a tract of ocean where
there was neither sail nor coast, and where the rolling line of water
stretched for miles around.
“Now,” said the fish, “I will show you one of the strangest things in
the world. Can you see anything between us and the horizon?”
“I see a dark spot a long way off.”
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