The Quest: The authorized translation from the Dutch of De kleine JohannesEeden, Frederik van
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The Quest: The authorized translation from the Dutch of De kleine Johannes
Eeden, Frederik van
Dutch fiction -- Translations into English
A gallant frog jumped into the lap of an old lady, close beside the
bread she was just about to eat, and remained sitting there, astonished
at his own daring. The lady gave a horrible shriek, and stared at the
intruder in amazement, without daring to stir. This mettlesome example
found imitators. Green caterpillars crept valiantly over hats,
handkerchiefs, and rolls, awakening fright and dismay. Big, fat spiders
let themselves down glistening threads into the beer glasses, and upon
heads or necks, and a loud, continual screaming accompanied their
attack. Innumerable small flies assailed the people straight in the
face, offering their lives for the good of the cause by tumbling into
the food and drink, and, with their bodies, making it unfit for use.
Finally, came multitudes of ants, a hundred at a time, and nipped the
enemy in the most unexpected places. Men and women sprang up hurriedly
from the long-crushed moss and grass; and the blue-bell was liberated
through the well-aimed attack of two ear-wigs upon the ankles of the
plump woman. Desperation seized them all; dancing and jumping with the
most comical gestures, the people tried to escape from their pursuers.
The pale man stood his ground well, and struck out on all sides with a
small black stick; till a pair of malicious tomtits, that considered no
method of attack too mean, and a wasp, that gave him a sting through his
black trousers on the calf of the leg, put him out of the fight.
The jolly sun could no longer keep his countenance, and hid his face
behind a cloud. Big rain-drops descended upon the struggling party.
Suddenly, as though it had rained down, a forest of big black toadstools
appeared. It was the outstretched umbrellas. The women drew their skirts
over their heads, exposing white petticoats, white-stockinged ankles,
and shoes without heels. Oh, what fun it was for Windekind! He laughed
so hard he had to cling to the flower-stem.
Faster and faster fell the rain, and a greyish, glistening veil began to
envelop the woods. Water dripped from umbrellas, high hats, and black
coats. The coats shone like the shells of the water beetle, while the
shoes kissed and smacked on the saturated ground. Then the people gave
it up--dropping silently away in little groups, leaving many papers,
empty bottles, and orange peels for unsightly tokens of their visit. The
little glade in the woods was again solitary, and soon nothing was heard
but the monotonous patter of the rain.
"Well, Johannes! Now we have seen human beings, also. Why do you not
laugh at them, as well?"
"Oh, Windekind! Are all human beings like that?"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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