The Old Willow Tree and Other Stories Part 11
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"You might wish that you were half so handsome as a beech-tree," said the bear. "But I'm not going to gossip with you any more just now. I've had to trot over a mile in front of a confounded hunter, who caught me on one of my hind-legs with an arrow. Now I want to sleep; and perhaps you will be so kind as to provide me with rest, since you can't provide me with shade."
The bear lay down and closed his eyes, but there was no sleep for him this time. For the other trees had heard what he said and there came such a chattering and a jabbering and a rustling of leaves as had never been known in the forest:
"Heaven knows what sort of trees those are!" said one.
"Of course, it's a story which the bear wants us to swallow," said another.
"What can trees be like whose leaves are so close together that the sunbeams can't pierce them through?" asked a little oak who had been listening to what the big ones were saying.
But next to him stood an old, gnarled tree, who slapped the little oak on the head with one of his lower branches:
"Hold your tongue," he said, "and don't talk till you have something to say. And you others need not believe a word of the bear's nonsense. I am much taller than you and I can see a long way over the forest. But as far away as I can see there is nothing but oak-trees."
The little oak remained shamefaced and silent and the other big trees whispered softly to one another, for they had a great respect for the old one.
But the bear got up and rubbed his eyes:
"Now you have disturbed my afternoon nap," he growled, angrily, "and I shall have my revenge on you, never fear. When I come back, I shall bring some beech-seed with me and I'll answer for it that you will all turn yellow with envy when you see how handsome the new trees are."
Then he trotted away.
But the oaks talked to one another for days at a time of the queer trees which he had told them of:
"If they come, we'll do for them!" said the little oak-tree.
But the old oak gave him one on the head:
"If they come," he said, "you'll be civil to them, you puppy. But they won't come."
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But this was where the old oak was wrong, for they did come.
In the autumn, the bear returned and lay down under the old oak:
"I am to give you the kind regards of the people down below there," he said and picked some funny things off his s.h.a.ggy coat. "Just look what I've got for you."
"What's that?" asked the oak.
"That's beech," replied the bear. "Beech-seed, as I promised you."
Then he trampled the seed into the earth and prepared to leave again:
"It's a pity I can't stay to see how annoyed you will be," he said, "but those dashed human beings have become so troublesome. They killed my wife and one of my brothers the other day and I must look out for a place where I can dwell in peace. There is hardly a spot left for an honest bear to live in. Good-bye, you gnarled old oak-trees!"
When the bear had jogged off, the trees looked at one another seriously:
"Let's see what happens," said the old oak.
And, when the spring came, the gra.s.s was green and the birds began to sing where they last left off. The flowers swarmed up from the ground and everything looked fresh and vigorous.
The oaks alone still stood with leafless branches:
"It is very distinguished to come last," they said to one another. "The king of the forest does not arrive before the whole company is a.s.sembled."
But at last they did arrive. All the leaves burst forth from the fat buds and the trees looked at one another and complimented one another on their good appearance. The little oak had grown a decent bit. This made him feel important and think that he now had a right to join in the conversation:
"There's not much coming of the bear's beech-trees," he said, mockingly, but at the same time glanced up anxiously at the old oak who used to slap his head.
The old oak heard what he said and so did the others. But they said nothing. None of them had forgotten what the bear had said and, every morning, when the sun shone, they peeped down stealthily to see if the beeches had come. At bottom, they were a little uneasy, but they were too proud to talk about it.
And, one day, at last, the little sprouts shot up from the ground. The sun shone upon them and the rain fell over them, so that it was not long before they grew to a good height.
"I say, how pretty they are!" said the great oaks and twisted their crooked branches still more, so as to see them better.
"You are welcome among us," said the old oak and gave them a gracious nod. "You shall be my foster-children and have just as good a time as my own."
"Thank you," said the little beeches and not a word more.
But the little oak did not like the strange trees:
"It's awful, the way you're shooting up," he said, in a vexed tone.
"You're already half as tall as I am. May I beg you to remember that I am much older than you and of a good family besides?"
The beeches laughed with their tiny little green leaves, but said nothing.
"Shall I bend my branches a little to one side, so that the sun may s.h.i.+ne on you better?" asked the old tree, politely.
"Much obliged," replied the beeches, "but we can grow quite nicely in the shade."
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And all the summer pa.s.sed and another summer and still more. The beeches kept on growing steadily and at last grew right over the little oak's head.
"Keep your leaves to yourselves," cried the oak. "You're standing in my light; and that I can't endure. I must have proper suns.h.i.+ne. Take your leaves away, or else I shall die."
The beeches only laughed and went on growing. At last they met right over the little oak's head and then he died.
"That was ill done," roared the big oaks and shook their branches in anger.
But the old oak stood up for his foster-children:
"Serve him right!" he said. "That's his reward for bragging. I say it, though he is my own flesh and blood. But you must be careful now, you little beeches, or else I shall slap you on the head too."
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