小学英语 英语故事（童话故事）Ole, the Tower-Keeper 守塔人奥列.doc

1、Ole,theTower-Keeper守塔人奥列“In the world its always going up and down; and now I cant go up any higher!” So said Ole the tower-keeper. “Most people have to try both the ups and the downs; and, rightly considered, we all get to be watchmen at last, and look down upon life from a height.”Such was the spe

2、ech of Ole, my friend, the old tower-keeper, a strange, talkative old fellow, who seemed to speak out everything that came into his head, and who for all that had many a serious thought deep in his heart. Yes, he was the child of respectable people, and there were even some who said that he was the

3、son of a privy councillor, or that he might have been. He had studied, too, and had been assistant teacher and deputy clerk; but of what service was all that to him? In those days he lived in the clerks house, and was to have everything in the house to be at free quarters, as the saying is; but he w

4、as still, so to speak, a fine young gentleman. He wanted to have his boots cleaned with patent blacking, and the clerk could only afford ordinary grease; and upon that point they split. One spoke of stinginess, the other of vanity, and the blacking became the black cause of enmity between them, and

5、at last they parted.This is what he demanded of the world in general, namely, patent blacking, and he got nothing but grease. Accordingly, he at last drew back from all men, and became a hermit; but the church tower is the only place in a great city where hermitage, office and bread can be found tog

6、ether. So he betook himself up thither, and smoked his pipe as he made his solitary rounds. He looked upward and downward, and had his own thoughts, and told in his own way of what he read in books and in himself. I often lent him books good books; and you may know by the company he keeps. He loved

7、neither the English governess novels nor the French ones, which he called a mixture of empty wind and raisin-stalks: he wanted biographies, and descriptions of the wonders of, the world. I visited him at least once a year, generally directly after New Years day, and then he always spoke of this and

8、that which the change of the year had put into his head.I will tell the story of three of these visits, and will reproduce his own words whenever I can remember them.First VisitAmong the books which I had lately lent Ole, was one which had greatly rejoiced and occupied him. It was a geological book,

9、 containing an account of the boulders.“Yes, theyre rare old fellows, those boulders!” he said; “and to think that we should pass them without noticing them! And over the street pavement, the paving stones, those fragments of the oldest remains of antiquity, one walks without ever thinking about the

10、m. I have done the very thing myself. But now I look respectfully at every paving-stone. Many thanks for the book! It has filled me with thought, and has made me long to read more on the subject. The romance of the earth is, after all, the most wonderful of all romances. Its a pity one cant read the

11、 first volume of it, because it is written in a language that we dont understand. One must read in the different strata, in the pebble-stones, for each separate period. Yes, it is a romance, a very wonderful romance, and we all have our place in it. We grope and ferret about, and yet remain where we

12、 are; but the ball keeps turning, without emptying the ocean over us; the clod on which we move about, holds, and does not let us through. And then its a story that has been acting for thousands upon thousands of years and is still going on. My best thanks for the book about the boulders. Those are

13、fellows indeed! They could tell us something worth hearing, if they only knew how to talk. Its really a pleasure now and then to become a mere nothing, especially when a man is as highly placed as I am. And then to think that we all, even with patent lacquer, are nothing more than insects of a momen

14、t on that ant-hill the earth, though we may be insects with stars and garters, places and offices! One feels quite a novice beside these venerable million-year-old boulders. On last New Years eve I was reading the book, and had lost myself in it so completely, that I forgot my usual New Years divers

15、ion, namely, the wild hunt to Amack. Ah, you dont know what that is!”“The journey of the witches on broomsticks is well enough known that journey is taken on St. Johns eve, to the Brocken; but we have a wild journey, also which is national and modern, and that is the journey to Amack on the night of

16、 the New Year. All indifferent poets and poetesses, musicians, newspaper writers, and artistic notabilities, I mean those who are no good, ride in the New Years night through the air to Amack. They sit backwards on their painting brushes or quill pens, for steel pens wont bear them theyre too stiff.

17、 As I told you, I see that every New Years night, and could mention the majority of the riders by name, but I should not like to draw their enmity upon myself, for they dont like people to talk about their ride to Amack on quill pens. Ive a kind of niece, who is a fishwife, and who, as she tells me,

18、 supplies three respectable newspapers with the terms of abuse and vituperation they use, and she has herself been at Amack as an invited guest; but she was carried out thither, for she does not own a quill pen, nor can she ride. She has told me all about it. Half of what she said is not true, but t

19、he other half gives us information enough. When she was out there, the festivities began with a song; each of the guests had written his own song, and each one sang his own song, for he thought that the best, and it was all one, all the same melody. Then those came marching up, in little bands, who

20、are only busy with their mouths. There were ringing bells that rang alternately; and then came the little drummers that beat their tattoo in the family circle; and acquaintance was made with those who write without putting their names, which here means as much as using grease instead of patent black

21、ing; and then there was the beadle with his boy, and the boy was worst off, for in general he gets no notice taken of him; then, too, there was the good street sweeper with his cart, who turns over the dust-bin, and calls it good, very good, remarkably good. And in the midst of the pleasure that was

22、 afforded by the mere meeting of these folks, there shot up out of the great dirt-heap at Amack a stem, a tree, an immense flower, a great mushroom, a perfect roof, which formed a sort of warehouse for the worthy company, for in it hung everything they had given to the world during the Old Year. Out

23、 of the tree poured sparks like flames of fire; these were the ideas and thoughts, borrowed from others, which they had used, and which now got free and rushed away like so many fireworks. They played at the stick burns, and the young poets played at heart-burns, and the witlings played off their je

24、sts, and the jests rolled away with a thundering sound, as if empty pots were being shattered against doors. It was very amusing! my niece said; in fact, she said many things that were very malicious but very amusing, but I wont mention them, for a man must be good-natured, and not a carping critic.

25、 But you will easily perceive that when a man once knows the rights of the journey to Amack, as I know them, its quite natural that on the New Years night one should look out to see the wild chase go by. If in the New Year I miss certain persons who used to be there, I am sure to notice others who a

26、re new arrivals; but this year I omitted taking my look at the guests, I bowled away on the boulders, rolled back through millions of years, and saw the stones break loose high up in the north, saw them drifting about on icebergs, long before Noahs ark was constructed, saw them sink down to the bott

27、om of the sea, and re-appear with a sand-bank, with that one that peered forth from the flood and said, This shall be Zealand! I saw them become the dwelling-place of birds that are unknown to us, and then become the seat of wild chiefs of whom we know nothing, until with their axes they cut their R

28、unic signs into a few of these stones, which then came into the calendar of time. But as for me, I had gone quite beyond all lapse of time, and had become a cipher and a nothing. Then three or four beautiful falling stars came down, which cleared the air, and gave my thoughts another direction. You

29、know what a falling star is, do you not? The learned men are not at all clear about it. I have my own ideas about shooting stars, as the common people in many parts call them, and my idea is this: How often are silent thanksgivings offered up for one who has done a good and noble action! The thanks

30、are often speechless, but they are not lost for all that. I think these thanks are caught up, and the sunbeams bring the silent, hidden thankfulness over the head of the benefactor; and if it be a whole people that has been expressing its gratitude through a long lapse of time, the thankfulness appe

31、ars as a nosegay of flowers, and at length falls in the form of a shooting star over the good mans grave. I am always very much pleased when I see a shooting star, especially in the New Years night, and then find out for whom the gift of gratitude was intended. Lately a gleaming star fell in the sou

32、thwest, as a tribute of thanksgiving to many many! For whom was that star intended? thought I. It fell, no doubt, on the hill by the Bay of Plensberg, where the Danebrog waves over the graves of Schleppegrell, Lasloes, and their comrades. One star also fell in the midst of the land, fell upon Soro,

33、a flower on the grave of Holberg, the thanks of the year from a great many thanks for his charming plays!”“It is a great and pleasant thought to know that a shooting star falls upon our graves. On mine certainly none will fall no sunbeam brings thanks to me, for here there is nothing worthy of thank

34、s. I shall not get the patent lacquer,” said Ole, “for my fate on earth is only grease, after all.”Second VisitIt was New Years day, and I went up on the tower. Ole spoke of the toasts that were drunk on the transition from the Old Year into the New from one grave into the other, as he said. And he

35、told me a story about the glasses, and this story had a very deep meaning. It was this:“When on the New Years night the clock strikes twelve, the people at the table rise up with full glasses in their hands, and drain these glasses, and drink success to the New Year. They begin the year with the gla

36、ss in their hands; that is a good beginning for drunkards. They begin the New Year by going to bed, and thats a good beginning for drones. Sleep is sure to play a great part in the New Year, and the glass likewise. Do you know what dwells in the glass?” asked Ole. “I will tell you. There dwell in th

37、e glass, first, health, and then pleasure, then the most complete sensual delight; and misfortune and the bitterest woe dwell in the glass also. Now, suppose we count the glasses of course I count the different degrees in the glasses for different people.”“You see, the first glass, thats the glass o

38、f health, and in that the herb of health is found growing. Put it up on the beam in the ceiling, and at the end of the year you may be sitting in the arbor of health.”“If you take the second glass from this a little bird soars upward, twittering in guileless cheerfulness, so that a man may listen to

39、 his song, and perhaps join in Fair is life! no downcast looks! Take courage, and march onward!”“Out of the third glass rises a little winged urchin, who cannot certainly be called an angel child, for there is goblin blood in his veins, and he has the spirit of a goblin not wishing to hurt or harm y

40、ou, indeed, but very ready to play off tricks upon you. Hell sit at your ear and whisper merry thoughts to you; hell creep into your heart and warm you, so that you grow very merry, and become a wit, so far as the wits of the others can judge.”“In the fourth glass is neither herb, bird, nor urchin.

41、In that glass is the pause drawn by reason, and one may never go beyond that sign.”“Take the fifth glass, and you will weep at yourself, you will feel such a deep emotion; or it will affect you in a different way. Out of the glass there will spring with a bang Prince Carnival, nine times and extrava

42、gantly merry. Hell draw you away with him; youll forget your dignity, if you have any, and youll forget more than you should or ought to forget. All is dance, song and sound: the masks will carry you away with them, and the daughters of vanity, clad in silk and satin, will come with loose hair and a

43、lluring charms; but tear yourself away if you can!”“The sixth glass! Yes, in that glass sits a demon, in the form of a little, well dressed, attractive and very fascinating man, who thoroughly understands you, agrees with you in everything, and becomes quite a second self to you. He has a lantern wi

44、th him, to give you light as he accompanies you home. There is an old legend about a saint who was allowed to choose one of the seven deadly sins, and who accordingly chose drunkenness, which appeared to him the least, but which led him to commit all the other six. The mans blood is mingled with tha

45、t of the demon. It is the sixth glass, and with that the germ of all evil shoots up within us; and each one grows up with a strength like that of the grains of mustard-seed, and shoots up into a tree, and spreads over the whole world: and most people have no choice but to go into the oven, to be re-

46、cast in a new form.”“Thats the history of the glasses,” said the tower-keeper Ole, “and it can be told with lacquer or only with grease; but I give it you with both!”Third VisitOn this occasion I chose the general “moving-day” for my visit to Ole, for on that day it is anything but agreeable down in

47、 the streets in the town; for they are full of sweepings, shreds, and remnants of all sorts, to say nothing of the cast-off rubbish in which one has to wade about. But this time I happened to see two children playing in this wilderness of sweepings. They were playing at “going to bed,” for the occas

48、ion seemed especially favorable for this sport. They crept under the straw, and drew an old bit of ragged curtain over themselves by way of coverlet. “It was splendid!” they said; but it was a little too strong for me, and besides, I was obliged to mount up on my visit to Ole.“Its moving-day to day,

49、” he said; “streets and houses are like a dust-bin a large dust-bin; but Im content with a cartload. I may get something good out of that, and I really did get something good out of it once. Shortly after Christmas I was going up the street; it was rough weather, wet and dirty the right kind of weat

50、her to catch cold in. The dustman was there with his cart, which was full, and looked like a sample of streets on moving-day. At the back of the cart stood a fir tree, quite green still, and with tinsel on its twigs; it had been used on Christmas eve, and now it was thrown out into the street, and t

51、he dustman had stood it up at the back of his cart. It was droll to look at, or you may say it was mournful all depends on what you think of when you see it; and I thought about it, and thought this and that of many things that were in the cart: or I might have done so, and that comes to the same th

52、ing. There was an old ladys glove, too: I wonder what that was thinking of? Shall I tell you? The glove was lying there, pointing with its little finger at the tree. Im sorry for the tree, it thought; and I was also at the feast, where the chandeliers glittered. My life was, so to speak, a ball nigh

53、t a pressure of the hand, and I burst! My memory keeps dwelling upon that, and I have really nothing else to live for! This is what the glove thought, or what it might have thought. Thats a stupid affair with yonder fir tree, said the potsherds. You see, potsherds think everything is stupid. When on

54、e is in the dust-cart, they said, one ought not to give ones self airs and wear tinsel. I know that I have been useful in the world far more useful than such a green stick. This was a view that might be taken, and I dont think it quite a peculiar one; but for all that, the fir tree looked very well:

55、 it was like a little poetry in the dust-heap; and truly there is dust enough in the streets on moving-day. The way is difficult and troublesome then, and I feel obliged to run away out of the confusion; or, if I am on the tower, I stay there and look down, and it is amusing enough.”“There are the g

56、ood people below, playing at changing houses. They toil and tug away with their goods and chattels, and the household goblin sits in an old tub and moves with them. All the little griefs of the lodging and the family, and the real cares and sorrows, move with them out of the old dwelling into the ne

57、w; and what gain is there for them or for us in the whole affair? Yes, there was written long ago the good old maxim: Think on the great moving-day of death! That is a serious thought. I hope it is not disagreeable to you that I should have touched upon it? Death is the most certain messenger, after

58、 all, in spite of his various occupations. Yes, Death is the omnibus conductor, and he is the passport writer, and he countersigns our service-book, and he is director of the savings bank of life. Do you understand me? All the deeds of our life, the great and the little alike, we put into this savin

59、gs bank; and when Death calls with his omnibus, and we have to step in, and drive with him into the land of eternity, then on the frontier he gives us our service-book as a pass. As a provision for the journey, he takes this or that good deed we have done, and lets it accompany us; and this may be v

60、ery pleasant or very terrific. Nobody has ever escaped the omnibus journey. There is certainly a talk about one who was not allowed to go they call him the Wandering Jew: he has to ride behind the omnibus. If he had been allowed to get in, he would have escaped the clutches of the poets.”“Just cast

61、your minds eye into that great omnibus. The society is mixed, for king and beggar, genius and idiot, sit side by side. They must go without their property and money; they have only the service-book and the gift out of the savings bank with them. But which of our deeds is selected and given to us? Pe

62、rhaps quite a little one, one that we have forgotten, but which has been recorded small as a pea, but the pea can send out a blooming shoot. The poor bumpkin who sat on a low stool in the corner, and was jeered at and flouted, will perhaps have his worn-out stool given him as a provision; and the st

63、ool may become a litter in the land of eternity, and rise up then as a throne, gleaming like gold and blooming as an arbor. He who always lounged about, and drank the spiced draught of pleasure, that he might forget the wild things he had done here, will have his barrel given to him on the journey,

64、and will have to drink from it as they go on; and the drink is bright and clear, so that the thoughts remain pure, and all good and noble feelings are awakened, and he sees and feels what in life he could not or would not see; and then he has within him the punishment, the gnawing worm, which will n

65、ot die through time incalculable. If on the glasses there stood written oblivion, on the barrel remembrance is inscribed.”“When I read a good book, an historical work, I always think at last of the poetry of what I am reading, and of the omnibus of death, and wonder, which of the heros deeds Death t

66、ook out of the savings bank for him, and what provisions he got on the journey into eternity. There was once a French king I have forgotten his name, for the names of good people are sometimes forgotten, even by me, but it will come back some day; there was a king who, during a famine, became the be

67、nefactor of his people; and the people raised up to his memory a monument of snow, with the inscription, Quicker than this melts didst thou bring help! I fancy that Death, looking back upon the monument, gave him a single snow-flake as provision, a snow-flake that never melts, and this flake floated

68、 over his royal head, like a white butterfly, into the land of eternity. Thus, too, there was Louis XI. I have remembered his name, for one remembers what is bad a trait of him often comes into my thoughts, and I wish one could say the story is not true. He had his lord high constable executed, and

69、he could execute him, right or wrong; but he had the innocent children of the constable, one seven and the other eight years old, placed under the scaffold so that the warm blood of their father spurted over them, and then he had them sent to the Bastille, and shut up in iron cages, where not even a

70、 coverlet was given them to protect them from the cold. And King Louis sent the executioner to them every week, and had a tooth pulled out of the head of each, that they might not be too comfortable; and the elder of the boys said, My mother would die of grief if she knew that my younger brother had

71、 to suffer so cruelly; therefore pull out two of my teeth, and spare him. The tears came into the hangmans eyes, but the kings will was stronger than the tears; and every week two little teeth were brought to him on a silver plate; he had demanded them, and he had them. I fancy that Death took these

72、 two teeth out of the savings bank of life, and gave them to Louis XI, to carry with him on the great journey into the land of immortality; they fly before him like two flames of fire; they shine and burn, and they bite him, the innocent childrens teeth.”“Yes, thats a serious journey, the omnibus ri

73、de on the great moving-day! And when is it to be undertaken? Thats just the serious part of it. Any day, any hour, any minute, the omnibus may draw up. Which of our deeds will Death take out of the savings bank, and give to us as provision? Let us think of the moving-day that is not marked in the calendar.”END