Andersen's Fairy Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 204 pages of information about Andersen's Fairy Tales.
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Andersen's Fairy Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 204 pages of information about Andersen's Fairy Tales.

At the end of a year he had shot up a good deal, and after another year he was another long bit taller; for with fir trees one can always tell by the shoots how many years old they are.

“Oh!  Were I but such a high tree as the others are,” sighed he.  “Then I should be able to spread out my branches, and with the tops to look into the wide world!  Then would the birds build nests among my branches:  and when there was a breeze, I could bend with as much stateliness as the others!”

Neither the sunbeams, nor the birds, nor the red clouds which morning and evening sailed above him, gave the little Tree any pleasure.

In winter, when the snow lay glittering on the ground, a hare would often come leaping along, and jump right over the little Tree.  Oh, that made him so angry!  But two winters were past, and in the third the Tree was so large that the hare was obliged to go round it.  “To grow and grow, to get older and be tall,” thought the Tree—­“that, after all, is the most delightful thing in the world!”

In autumn the wood-cutters always came and felled some of the largest trees.  This happened every year; and the young Fir Tree, that had now grown to a very comely size, trembled at the sight; for the magnificent great trees fell to the earth with noise and cracking, the branches were lopped off, and the trees looked long and bare; they were hardly to be recognised; and then they were laid in carts, and the horses dragged them out of the wood.

Where did they go to?  What became of them?

In spring, when the swallows and the storks came, the Tree asked them, “Don’t you know where they have been taken?  Have you not met them anywhere?”

The swallows did not know anything about it; but the Stork looked musing, nodded his head, and said, “Yes; I think I know; I met many ships as I was flying hither from Egypt; on the ships were magnificent masts, and I venture to assert that it was they that smelt so of fir.  I may congratulate you, for they lifted themselves on high most majestically!”

“Oh, were I but old enough to fly across the sea!  But how does the sea look in reality?  What is it like?”

“That would take a long time to explain,” said the Stork, and with these words off he went.

“Rejoice in thy growth!” said the Sunbeams.  “Rejoice in thy vigorous growth, and in the fresh life that moveth within thee!”

And the Wind kissed the Tree, and the Dew wept tears over him; but the Fir understood it not.

When Christmas came, quite young trees were cut down:  trees which often were not even as large or of the same age as this Fir Tree, who could never rest, but always wanted to be off.  These young trees, and they were always the finest looking, retained their branches; they were laid on carts, and the horses drew them out of the wood.

“Where are they going to?” asked the Fir.  “They are not taller than I; there was one indeed that was considerably shorter; and why do they retain all their branches?  Whither are they taken?”

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