Stories to Tell Children eBook

Sara Cone Bryant
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 204 pages of information about Stories to Tell Children.

Stories to Tell Children eBook

Sara Cone Bryant
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 204 pages of information about Stories to Tell Children.

THE BLACKBERRY-BUSH[16]

A little boy sat at his mother’s knees, by the long western window, looking out into the garden.  It was autumn, and the wind was sad; and the golden elm leaves lay scattered about among the grass, and on the gravel path.  The mother was knitting a little stocking; her fingers moved the bright needles; but her eyes were fixed on the clear evening sky.

As the darkness gathered, the wee boy laid his head on her lap and kept so still that, at last, she leaned forward to look into his dear round face.  He was not asleep, but was watching very earnestly a blackberry-bush, that waved its one tall, dark-red spray in the wind outside the fence.

“What are you thinking about, my darling?” she said, smoothing his soft, honey-coloured hair.

“The blackberry-bush, mamma; what does it say?  It keeps nodding, nodding to me behind the fence; what does it say, mamma?”

“It says,” she answered, “’I see a happy little boy in the warm, fire-lighted room.  The wind blows cold, and here it is dark and lonely; but that little boy is warm and happy and safe at his mother’s knees.  I nod to him, and he looks at me.  I wonder if he knows how happy he is!

“’See, all my leaves are dark crimson.  Every day they dry and wither more and more; by and by they will be so weak they can scarcely cling to my branches, and the north wind will tear them all away, and nobody will remember them any more.  Then the snow will sink down and wrap me close.  Then the snow will melt again and icy rain will clothe me, and the bitter wind will rattle my bare twigs up and down.

“’I nod my head to all who pass, and dreary nights and dreary days go by; but in the happy house, so warm and bright, the little boy plays all day with books and toys.  His mother and his father cherish him; he nestles on their knees in the red firelight at night, while they read to him lovely stories, or sing sweet old songs to him,—­the happy little boy!  And outside I peep over the snow and see a stream of ruddy light from a crack in the window-shutter, and I nod out here alone in the dark, thinking how beautiful it is.

“’And here I wait patiently.  I take the snow and the rain and the cold, and I am not sorry, but glad; for in my roots I feel warmth and life, and I know that a store of greenness and beauty is shut up safe in my small brown buds.  Day and night go again and again; little by little the snow melts all away; the ground grows soft; the sky is blue; the little birds fly over, crying, “It is spring! it is spring!” Ah! then through all my twigs I feel the slow sap stirring.

“’Warmer grow the sunbeams, and softer the air.  The small blades of grass creep thick about my feet; the sweet rain helps to swell my shining buds.  More and more I push forth my leaves, till out I burst in a gay green dress, and nod in joy and pride.  The little boy comes running to look at me, and cries, “Oh, mamma! the little blackberry-bush is alive and beautiful and green.  Oh, come and see!” And I hear; and I bow my head in the summer wind; and every day they watch me grow more beautiful, till at last I shake out blossoms, fair and fragrant.

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