The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feast Part 1

The b.u.t.terfly's Ball.

by R.M. Ballantyne.

CHAPTER ONE.

THE b.u.t.tERFLY'S BALL AND THE GRa.s.sHOPPER'S FEAST.

Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste To the b.u.t.terfly's ball and the Gra.s.shopper's feast; For the trumpeter Gadfly has summoned his crew, And the revels are now only waiting for you.

On the smooth-shaven gra.s.s by the side of the wood, Beneath a broad oak that for ages has stood, See the children of earth, and the tenants of air, For an evening's amus.e.m.e.nt together repair.

And there came the Beetle, so blind, and so black, Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back; And there came the Gnat, and the Dragonfly too, And all their relations, green, orange, and blue.

And there came the Moth, with her plumage of down, And the Hornet, with jacket of yellow and brown, Who with him the Wasp, his companion, did bring-- They promised that evening to lay by their sting.

Then the sly little Dormouse peeped out of his hole, And led to the feast his blind cousin the Mole; And the Snail, with her horns peeping out from her sh.e.l.l, Came fatigued with the distance, the length of an ell.

A Mushroom the table, and on it was spread A Water-dock leaf, which their table-cloth made; The viands were various, to each of their taste, And the Bee brought the honey to sweeten the feast.

With steps more majestic the Snail did advance, And he promised the gazers a minuet dance; But they all laughed so loudly, he pulled in his head, And went, in his own little chamber, to bed.

Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night, Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with his light.

So home let us hasten, while yet we can see, For no watchman is waiting for you or for me.

The b.u.t.terfly's Ball--by RM Ballantyne

CHAPTER TWO.

THE b.u.t.tERFLY'S BALL AND THE GRa.s.sHOPPER'S FEAST.

Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste To the b.u.t.terfly's ball and the Gra.s.shopper's feast; For the trumpeter Gadfly has summoned his crew, And the revels are now only waiting for you.

On the smooth-shaven gra.s.s by the side of the wood, Beneath a broad oak that for ages has stood, See the children of earth, and the tenants of air, For an evening's amus.e.m.e.nt together repair.

It was very early one delightful morning in summer, when the trumpeter Gadfly sounded his horn, inviting all the insects in the forest to the b.u.t.terfly's ball and the Gra.s.shopper's feast. The sun shone brightly, the air was mild and soft, and the scent of the wild flowers delicious, so that not one of the insects thought of staying at home. b.u.t.terflies, Beetles, Bees, Wasps, Snails, Gra.s.shoppers, Ants, all put on their best coats and frocks, all, put on their sweetest smiles, and all hurried off, in little bands, to the ball, talking and laughing, and humming and buzzing, by the way, as if they were the happiest creatures in the wide world. Even the old Beetle, that had been run over by a cart-wheel and squeezed nearly to death, got out of bed when he heard what was going on, and limped along with the rest, though he had been confined to the house for six months before. One or two b.u.t.terflies, that were never known to go out except in the very finest weather,--and even then, carefully wrapped up,--determined to venture. They were long in making up their minds about it. One thought it looked a very little like rain; another feared that the light breeze might give them a cold. However, they put on a great many cloaks, and went.

From all directions they came, and a.s.sembled on a smooth, gra.s.sy spot, under an old oak-tree, where the revels were to take place. Some crawled slowly along the ground, some bounded quickly over hill and dale, some came running and tumbling, jumping and hitting against things in their haste; some came swiftly through the air, and alighted so suddenly as to tumble head over heels; others flew quietly to the scene and fluttered lightly about, admiring the gay company they were about to join.

And there came the Beetle, so blind, and so black, Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back; And there came the Gnat, and the Dragonfly too, And all their relations, green, orange, and blue.

The Black Beetle was the first to make his appearance. He carried his dear friend the Emmet on his back, and a sad journey they had of it, to be sure! Being very blind, the Beetle was constantly falling over twigs, knocking his s.h.i.+ns against the edges of leaves, and tumbling into ditches, so that the poor Emmet had many terrible falls, and once the great beetle fell on the top of him and crushed him a good deal. But it was very pleasant to see how cheerful they were under all this. On getting up after a fall, the beetle always laughed so boisterously that the tears ran down his cheeks, and his black sides nearly cracked; while the little Emmet said gaily, "Ah! my friend, accidents will happen! not hurt, I hope? Come, get along once more;" and then he jumped up on his friend's back again, and away they went as merrily as ever.

A Gnat and a Dragonfly, with a great many of their relations, arrived about the same time with the Beetle. They looked quite charming in their brilliant dresses, the colours of which were chiefly green, orange, and blue. A large Blue-bottle Fly, with a very light waistcoat, and a hat stuck on one side of his head, said that the Dragonflies were lovely, and that Miss Gnat was quite killing. This was an odd thing to say, but Mr Blue-bottle meant by it, that she was very beautiful.

Indeed, it was said that he fell in love with Miss Gnat, for he danced with n.o.body else during the whole afternoon.

And there came the Moth, with her plumage of down, And the Hornet, with jacket of yellow and brown, Who with him the Wasp, his companion, did bring-- They promised that evening to lay by their sting.

The Moth was sound asleep when the Gadfly blew his trumpet. She had sat up too late the night before, and, owing to having indulged this bad habit, had overslept herself the following morning.

However, she tried by her activity to make up for lost time; she saw the other insects hurrying past her house in crowds, so she threw on her clothes as fast as possible. The Moth was prettily dressed in a soft garment of down, and as she was a modest creature, every one loved her.

On leaving home, she observed the Wasp and the Hornet pa.s.sing. They were dressed in rich suits of brown and yellow. At sight of them she was a little frightened, and endeavoured to run back to her house until they should pa.s.s by; but they caught sight of her, and immediately gave chase, screaming out loudly, "Oh! dear Mrs Moth, pray don't be alarmed.

We have laid by our stings for to-day, and won't hurt you." They soon caught her, although she ran as fast as she could. So the Wasp and the Hornet each offered her an arm, and obliged her to walk between them while they danced along, shouting, and singing, and winking waggishly to the friends they pa.s.sed on the road. The poor Moth blushed very much at being seen by all her friends in the company of two such wild creatures.

A Caterpillar and a Long-legged Beetle, besides one or two other insects that chanced to be near, laughed very heartily on seeing what had happened. But the Moth soon recovered her spirits; and when they arrived at the oak-tree, she was walking along with a sprightly step, first talking to the Hornet and then chatting to the Wasp, as if they were her dearest friends.

Then the sly little Dormouse peeped out of his hole, and led to the feast his blind cousin the Mole; And the Snail, with her horns peeping out from her sh.e.l.l, Came fatigued with the distance, the length of an ell.

"Come along, you lazy fellow," cried the little Dormouse, knocking with his ivory-headed cane at the door of a mole-hill.

"Ay, ay, cousin," shouted the Mole, "I'll be there in a minute."

So the Dormouse stood impatiently tapping his boots till the Mole should be ready. The Dormouse was dressed in the height of fas.h.i.+on, and thought himself a rather handsome fellow. Some people said that he was conceited, and indeed a Spider that was near at hand plainly told him so; but, whether this was true or not, there is no doubt that he was a very kind little fellow, because he came to lead his poor blind cousin to the feast.

"What a time you have been, old boy," he said, as the Mole appeared, dusting the earth off his coat and white hat.

The Mole answered that he had been very busy all morning making a new tunnel between his bed-room and drawing-room. He then took his friend's arm, and away they went over the green meadows, where the cowslips and b.u.t.tercups grew, making the gra.s.s look as if it were dotted all over with gold. Sometimes the two friends stopped by the way to rest under a b.u.t.tercup, and sip a little morning dew; but seeing every one hastening past them, while they wasted their time, the Dormouse jumped up again, and cast a sly look at his blind friend as he asked him what he thought of the fine view.

"Don't make jokes about my being blind," said the Mole, pretending to be angry.

Just at that moment they both ran into a Spider's web.

"Oh! how stupid of me," cried the Dormouse; "I wasn't looking before me at the time."

"You might as well be without eyes, if you don't use them," said the Mole, as they cleared away the threads of the net, and, making a low bow to the Spider, went on their way.

Now, all this time the Snail had been slowly creeping over the stones and winding round the blades of gra.s.s and flowers that strewed her path to the place of meeting. But she was so long of getting there that the guests began to be impatient, and said that perhaps she was not coming at all. She lived under the next tree, and had only about four feet to walk, but she was so very slow that she took a long, long time to it; and at last the Gra.s.shopper whispered to the b.u.t.terfly that she should go and meet her. Away went the b.u.t.terfly on her gaudy wings, and, alighting by the Snail's side, began to urge her to make haste. During the b.u.t.terfly's absence, the Wasp, who was always making spiteful remarks, said that it was shameful in the Snail to keep them waiting; but the Humble-bee, who was walking up and down conversing with a Midge, turned round and said, "Remember, you Wasp, that you have not brought your sting with you to-day, so pray do not give way to your spiteful nature. The poor Snail has to carry her house on her back, so we should not be angry at her slowness." Some of the other insects said that this was no excuse for the Snail, because she knew that she walked very slowly, and should therefore have set out sooner.

"Come, come," cried a young Frog, jumping forward, "no fighting to-day, ladies and gentlemen. We have come here to be happy; and here comes the Snail at last."

As he spoke, the b.u.t.terfly flew towards them, and the Snail crawled in, took off her bonnet, put on her spectacles, and sat down; while the waiters bustled about, placed stools for the guests, and brought in the repast.

A Mushroom the table, and on it was spread A Water-dock leaf, which their table-cloth made; The viands were various, to each of their taste, And the Bee brought the honey to sweeten the feast.

It was, perhaps, the strangest dinner-party that ever was seen. There were such a mult.i.tude of odd creatures, of all shapes and sizes and colours; some of whom were by nature bitter enemies, and would have fought and killed each other had they met in the woods while taking a walk, but were quite civil and polite to one another, now that they met as guests in Mrs b.u.t.terfly's bower. Indeed, many of them wished that they could be such good friends at all times as they were then.

All the party had now arrived, and there was a great deal of talking, and buzzing, and humming, and jesting, as they sat round the table and feasted on the good things placed before them. The table was a mushroom, covered with a table-cloth of water-dock leaf, and on it were placed all the delicious dishes of the woods. The Dormouse brought a good deal of wheat, oats, and barley. The Squirrel brought a bagful of nuts. The Humble-bee brought a quant.i.ty of fine honey in the comb, which was declared to be most excellent. In short, every one brought something or other; so that, when all was spread out beside the good things supplied by Mrs b.u.t.terfly and Mr Gra.s.shopper, it seemed the grandest feast that ever was heard of. Such fun there was, to be sure!

And such a mult.i.tude of voices talking all at once.

"My dear," cried the b.u.t.terfly across the table to the Gra.s.shopper, "I hope you are attending to your friends there. See that you give them enough to eat, and plenty of mountain-dew to drink."

"Yes, yes, my love," replied the Gra.s.shopper as well as he could for laughing at the jokes of a bloated old Spider that sat beside him. Then the Gra.s.shopper called to the b.u.t.terfly to send him a slice of wheat; but, as the noise prevented his being heard, he jumped over the table at one bound, helped himself, and bounded back again. Two or three young Crickets and five or six Midges sat at a little side mushroom. They made more noise than all the grownup people put together; and the lady b.u.t.terfly looked round at them with a smile once or twice, quite delighted to see them so happy, and to hear their merry voices ringing through the woods.