5 10 15 Then he flew to the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans. The moment they espied the stranger, they rushed to meet him with outstretched wings. "Kill me," said the poor bird, and he bent his head down to the surface of the water, and awaited death. But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the newcomer, and stroked his neck with their beaks as a welcome. Into the garden presently came some little chil20 dren, and threw bread and cake into the water. 25 30 See," cried the youngest, "there is a new one;" and the rest were delighted, and ran to their father and mother, dancing and clapping their hands, and shouting joyously, "There is another swan come; a new one has arrived." Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, "The new one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty." And the old swans bowed their heads before him. Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head ADVANCED READER. under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been so persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its 5 boughs into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, "I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling." HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN. 10 HIAWATHA'S SAILING. "Give me of your bark, O Birch-Tree! I a light canoe will build me, Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing, "Lay aside your cloak, O Birch-Tree! And you need no white-skin wrapper!" 15 20 Thus aloud cried Hiawatha In the solitary forest, By the rushing Taquamenaw, When the birds were singing gayly, Make more strong and firm beneath me!" But it whispered, bending downward, ADVANCED READER. Down he hewed the boughs of cedar, Shaped them straightway to a framework, Like two bows he formed and shaped them, Like two bended bows together. Of "Give me of your roots, O Tamarack! your fibrous roots, O Larch-Tree! My canoe to bind together, So to bind the ends together That the water may not enter, And the Larch, with all its fibres, From the earth he tore the fibres, Bound it closely to the framework. 66 Give me of your balm, O Fir-Tree ! That the river may not wet me!" And the Fir-Tree, tall and sombre, Sobbed through all its robes of darkness, Answered wailing, answered weeping, "Take my balm, O Hiawatha !'” 25 20 15 10 5 |