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All this time he never wanted to eat。 He broke off little bits
of the berg now and then and sucked them； and he thought them
very nice。
At length； one time he came out of his cave； he spied far off on
the horizon； a shining peak that rose into the sky like the top
of some tremendous iceberg； and his vessel was bearing him straight
towards it。 As it went on the peak rose and rose higher and higher
above the horizon； and other peaks rose after it； with sharp edges
and jagged ridges connecting them。 Diamond thought this must be
the place he was going to； and he was right； for the mountains rose
and rose； till he saw the line of the coast at their feet and at
length the iceberg drove into a little bay； all around which were
lofty precipices with snow on their tops； and streaks of ice down
their sides。 The berg floated slowly up to a projecting rock。
Diamond stepped on shore； and without looking behind him began to follow
a natural path which led windingly towards the top of the precipice。
When he reached it； he found himself on a broad table of ice；
along which he could walk without much difficulty。 Before him；
at a considerable distance； rose a lofty ridge of ice； which shot up
into fantastic pinnacles and towers and battlements。 The air was
very cold； and seemed somehow dead； for there was not the slightest
breath of wind。
In the centre of the ridge before him appeared a gap like the opening
of a valley。 But as he walked towards it； gazing； and wondering
whether that could be the way he had to take； he saw that what had
appeared a gap was the form of a woman seated against the ice
front of the ridge； leaning forwards with her hands in her lap；
and her hair hanging down to the ground。
〃It is North Wind on her doorstep；〃 said Diamond joyfully；
and hurried on。
He soon came up to the place； and there the form sat； like one of
the great figures at the door of an Egyptian temple； motionless；
with drooping arms and head。 Then Diamond grew frightened；
because she did not move nor speak。 He was sure it was North Wind；
but he thought she must be dead at last。 Her face was white as
the snow； her eyes were blue as the air in the ice…cave； and her
hair hung down straight； like icicles。 She had on a greenish robe；
like the colour in the hollows of a glacier seen from far off。
He stood up before her； and gazed fearfully into her face for a few
minutes before he ventured to speak。 At length； with a great effort
and a trembling voice； he faltered out
〃North Wind！〃
〃Well； child？〃 said the form； without lifting its head。
〃Are you ill； dear North Wind？〃
〃No。 I am waiting。〃
〃What for？〃
〃Till I'm wanted。〃
〃You don't care for me any more；〃 said Diamond； almost crying now。
〃Yes I do。 Only I can't show it。 All my love is down at the bottom
of my heart。 But I feel it bubbling there。〃
〃What do you want me to do next； dear North Wind？〃 said Diamond；
wishing to show his love by being obedient。
〃What do you want to do yourself？〃
〃I want to go into the country at your back。〃
〃Then you must go through me。〃
〃I don't know what you mean。〃
〃I mean just what I say。 You must walk on as if I were an open door；
and go right through me。〃
〃But that will hurt you。〃
〃Not in the least。 It will hurt you； though。〃
〃I don't mind that； if you tell me to do it。〃
〃Do it；〃 said North Wind。
Diamond walked towards her instantly。 When he reached her knees；
he put out his hand to lay it on her； but nothing was there save
an intense cold。 He walked on。 Then all grew white about him；
and the cold stung him like fire。 He walked on still； groping through
the whiteness。 It thickened about him。 At last； it got into his heart；
and he lost all sense。 I would say that he faintedonly whereas
in common faints all grows black about you； he felt swallowed up
in whiteness。 It was when he reached North Wind's heart that he
fainted and fell。 But as he fell； he rolled over the threshold；
and it was thus that Diamond got to the back of the north wind。
CHAPTER X
AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND
I HAVE now come to the most difficult part of my story。 And why？
Because I do not know enough about it。 And why should I not know
as much about this part as about any other part？ For of course
I could know nothing about the story except Diamond had told it；
and why should not Diamond tell about the country at the back of
the north wind； as well as about his adventures in getting there？
Because； when he came back； he had forgotten a great deal；
and what he did remember was very hard to tell。 Things there
are so different from things here！ The people there do not speak
the same language for one thing。 Indeed； Diamond insisted that
there they do not speak at all。 I do not think he was right；
but it may well have appeared so to Diamond。 The fact is； we have
different reports of the place from the most trustworthy people。
Therefore we are bound to believe that it appears somewhat different
to different people。 All； however； agree in a general way about it。
I will tell you something of what two very different people have reported；
both of whom knew more about it； I believe； than Herodotus。
One of them speaks from his own experience； for he visited the country；
the other from the testimony of a young peasant girl who came back
from it for a month's visit to her friends。 The former was a great
Italian of noble family； who died more than five hundred years ago；
the latter a Scotch shepherd who died not forty years ago。
The Italian； then； informs us that he had to enter that country
through a fire so hot that he would have thrown himself into
boiling glass to cool himself。 This was not Diamond's experience；
but then Durantethat was the name of the Italian； and it means Lasting；
for his books will last as long as there are enough men in the world
worthy of having themDurante was an elderly man； and Diamond was
a little boy； and so their experience must be a little different。
The peasant girl； on the other hand； fell fast asleep in a wood；
and woke in the same country。
In describing it； Durante says that the ground everywhere smelt sweetly；
and that a gentle； even…tempered wind； which never blew faster
or slower； breathed in his face as he went； making all the leaves
point one way； not so as to disturb the birds in the tops of
the trees； but； on the contrary； sounding a bass to their song。
He describes also a little river which was so full that its little waves；
as it hurried along； bent the grass； full of red and yellow flowers；
through which it flowed。 He says that the purest stream in the world
beside this one would look as if it were mixed with something that did
not belong to it； even although it was flowing ever in the brown
shadow of the trees； and neither sun nor moon could shine upon it。
He seems t