1872

　　FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN1 ANDERSEN

　　IN THE UTTERMOST PARTS OF THE SEA

　　by Hans Christian Andersen

　　SOME years ago, large ships were sent towards the north pole, to

　　explore the distant coasts, and to try how far men could penetrate

　　into those unknown regions. For more than a year one of these ships

　　had been pushing its way northward3, amid snow and ice, and the sailors had endured many hardships; till at length winter set in, and the

　　sun entirely4 disappeared; for many weeks there would be constant

　　night. All around, as far as the eye could reach, nothing could be

　　seen but fields of ice, in which the ship remained stuck fast. The

　　snow lay piled up in great heaps, and of these the sailors made

　　huts, in the form of bee-hives, some of them as large and spacious

　　as one of the "Huns' graves," and others only containing room enough to hold three or four men. It was not quite dark; the northern

　　lights shot forth5 red and blue flames, like continuous fireworks,

　　and the snow glittered, and reflected back the light, so that the

　　night here was one long twilight6. When the moon was brightest, the

　　natives came in crowds to see the sailors. They had a very singular

　　appearance in their rough, hairy dresses of fur, and riding in sledges

　　over the ice. They brought with them furs and skins in great

　　abundance, so that the snow-houses were soon provided with warm

　　carpets, and the furs also served for the sailors to wrap themselves

　　in, when they slept under the roofs of snow, while outside it was

　　freezing with a cold far more severe than in the winter with us. In

　　our country it was still autumn, though late in the season; and they

　　thought of that in their distant exile, and often pictured to

　　themselves the yellow leaves on the trees at home. Their watches

　　pointed7 to the hours of evening, and time to go to sleep, although

　　in these regions it was now always night.

　　In one of the huts, two of the men laid themselves down to rest.

　　The younger of these men had brought with him from home his best,

　　his dearest treasure- a Bible, which his grandmother had given him

　　on his departure. Every night the sacred volume rested under his head, and he had known from his childhood what was written in it. Every day he read in the book, and while stretched on his cold couch, the holy words he had learnt would come into his mind: "If I take the

　　wings of the morning, and fly to the uttermost parts of the sea,

　　even there Thou art with me, and Thy right hand shall uphold me;"

　　and under the influence of that faith which these holy words inspired,

　　sleep came upon him, and dreams, which are the manifestations9 of God to the spirit. The soul lives and acts, while the body is at rest.

　　He felt this life in him, and it was as if he heard the sound of dear,

　　well-known melodies, as if the breezes of summer floated around him;

　　and over his couch shone a ray of brightness, as if it were shining

　　through the covering of his snow-roof. He lifted his head, and saw

　　that the bright gleaming was not the reflection of the glittering

　　snow, but the dazzling brightness of the pinions10 of a mighty11 angel,

　　into whose beaming face he was gazing. As from the cup of a lily,

　　the angel rose from amidst the leaves of the Bible; and, stretching

　　out his arm, the walls of the hut sunk down, as though they had been

　　formed of a light, airy veil of mist, and the green hills and

　　meadows of home, with its ruddy woods, lay spread around him in the quiet sunshine of a lovely autumn day. The nest of the stork12 was

　　empty, but ripe fruit still hung on the wild apple-tree, although

　　the leaves had fallen. The red hips2 gleamed on the hedges, and the

　　starling which hung in the green cage outside the window of the

　　peasant's hut, which was his home, whistled the tune13 which he had

　　taught him. His grandmother hung green birds'-food around the cage, as he, her grandson, had been accustomed to do. The daughter of the

　　village blacksmith, who was young and fair, stood at the well, drawing

　　water. She nodded to the grandmother, and the old woman nodded to her, and pointed to a letter which had come from a long way off. That

　　very morning the letter had arrived from the cold regions of the

　　north; there, where the absent one was sweetly sleeping under the

　　protecting hand of God. They laughed and wept over the letter; and he, far away, amid ice and snow, under the shadow of the angel's wings, wept and smiled with them in spirit; for he saw and heard it all in his dream. From the letter they read aloud the words of Holy Writ8: "In the uttermost parts of the sea, Thy right hand shall uphold me."

　　And as the angel spread his wings like a veil over the sleeper14, there

　　was the sound of beautiful music and a hymn15. Then the vision fled.

　　It was dark again in the snow-hut: but the Bible still rested

　　beneath his head, and faith and hope dwelt in his heart. God was

　　with him, and he carried home in his heart, even "in the uttermost

　　parts of the sea.

　　THE END

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